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clockwork-carstairs · 3 months
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thinking about how everyone who meets matthew is so charmed by him and finds him so so easy to love, but in private he actively hates himself and genuinely believes himself to be a waste of space who’s unworthy of love. matthew fairchild you loveable fool…if you could see yourself the way others see you!!!!!
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peachsayshi · 10 months
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I’m thinking about the soft expression on gojo’s face when he tells you that he loves you for the first time. his words are so sincerely sweet, stated with so much consideration that you can’t help but wonder if it’s something that he rarely says to others. 
what does it take to get the strongest to admit that he cherishes you this deeply? to confess that he’s vulnerable around you? to acknowledge that his feelings for you will sway his decisions over everything else? 
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I want my lover to be my best friend. My life companion. My soulmate. A person who’s connection with me is greater than anything worldly. A light in the darkness. A soul I have known for eons of time. Someone who is always there for me in my best and worst of times. My everything.
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imaginethezeldaverse · 10 months
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I’m desperate for anything! But maybe how he would confess to his so? He seems so shy but after becoming a sage I think he might be a little bit more courageous?
Aw, this I can definitely do. So a quick headcanon-y post, sure! Tagged as spoilers just in case: - He's understandably very very very nervous at first when he makes up his mind about confessing. Love is a big deal after all. He goes over a few ways that he wants to confess to you and none of them sound right when he says them out loud. - Yunobo realizes though, that with you it doesn't need to be about getting it perfect. He's never been perfect, but when he did know is that you've cared about him throughout his growth, and that's what matters to him. - When he looks at you, he thinks about all the times you've cheered him on; back then he was so unsure of himself, but having you at his side, reminding him what he's capable of how much you believed in him helped him believe in himself. He thinks about your laughter, calls to memory all the instances your eyes have lit up upon seeing him, and it spreads warmth in his chest. You feel like home to him - it only makes sense that he tells you how much he loves you. - It happens when you're both watching the sunset behind Death Mountain, talking about old memories and laughing, enjoying each other's company. Yunobo looks at you with this mix of adoration and softness, his eyes trained on your face with this expression. You ask him if he's okay, and he smiles a bit. You hear him take a deep breath, sliding his hand under yours and curling his bigger digits around your own. - "Just...thinkin' about how much I love you is all." - Your heart skips several beats, and you blink a multitude of times just to double check that you're not dreaming. But it melts quickly when he squeezes your hand gently, reciprocating your own question back to you, "Are you okay, goro?" - You can hardly stop yourself from beaming at him, your chest blossoming with so much joy at his words. You nod, choosing to scooch closer to him, enough so that he can wrap his arm around you. "I love you too, Yuno." And you hear the soft chuckle in his chest as he expresses how happy he is to be with you, feel his love simply by the way he leans into you the way you do him. - Sure, he's able to puff his chest out more often and he's far more valiant than he was when you first met him - but your love helped him get there. And loving you was easy. So telling you how he felt about you after all this time? Even easier.
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miamierre · 1 year
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#i want to write that km prompt that just went up today :/ i cant but i want to#also was thinking abt married pierre n charles and how they spend their first night together.#like obviously they have sex! obviously. they just became a family of their own and theyre both insane abt Family Life#but like. maybe they think that. bc this has been their whole lives. they can pretend like nothing has changed bc really nothing has#all that's changed is that there's now a legal document saying theyre married. everything else feels like it was before. so like.#they try for quiet! and normal. they call it a night after one round. except charles cant sleep even if he's been tired all weekend#and he just. cant stop thinking about that one little change. how pierre is his forever now. how he is pierre's just the same.#pierre is out cold and charles just stares at his sleeping form half the night so full of love for this man here beside him.#eventually pierre wakes up to go pee and charles is half awake (finally sleepy after HOURS) when he comes back to bed#''why are you still awake...husband'' pierre whispers and charles just laughs#covers his face. answers ''i dont know...husband'' just to make pierre laugh. but then gets all soft and serious and confesses#that he's just. thinking about their love. yk? something tender and sentimental. pierre kisses him softly in his sleepy honesty#and they fuck (''make love!!!!'' charles protests later in the morning) again and it's just about the belonging of it all. just to be close#just bc they can and this was always how it was meant 2 b! matching rings for real. a life shared. a love so long-winded it will never end.#wow i watch one (1) scene from a show and go off. i think ive got some pent up insanity to release.
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sillybaekgu · 2 months
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Rosy cheeks and sunsets
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Pairing: non-idol!Sunoo x gn!reader
Genre: Fluff, friends to lovers, love confession, cute
Warnings: Mentions of rooftop, not entirely proofread
Summary: The warmth you’d usually feel from the sunset was nothing compared to what two people in love irradiated.
Word count: 0.5K
a/n: I WAS IN THE TRENCHES WRITING THIS. I wanted it to be perfect but I just couldn’t get it right! But finally it is here!! Hope you enjoy! You can always reblog with feedback, commentary or anything you’d like to say!! Also, while I was writing this all I could think of was Sunoos short golden hour cover so pls have that bgm in mind for this scenario!
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This was your last year of high school, the nostalgia washed over you as you hung the decorations for your last carnival at school. Within seconds a voice broke the little bubble you were in, turning your head immediately following the sound you encountered Sunoo. He had his backpack over his shoulder, handing yours to you with a warm smile like he always did. It was a little past five and the sun was soon setting, decorating the sky in beautiful orange and pink colors, the warm sunbeams sneaking through the windows painting the classroom in a beautiful orange tone, some of the light reflecting in your eyes. Sunoo couldn’t hide his feelings anymore, the way he stared and saw the world in your eyes made his heart weak, he finally gathered the courage to break the silence “Come with me, there’s something I want to show you!” He smiled and held your hand without warning, you could feel the warmth of his hands in your cold ones. To you, this was exactly what Sunoo represented, the warmth to your coldness, the light in the dark; he was warm, he made you feel warm and loved, it was hard for you to understand if it was just his personality or the fact that you were head over heels for him. As you made your way quickly through the empty halls, you tried to store every second of this in your memory, Sunoo’s warm touch, the sunlight shining on him only seemed to make him look even more ethereal, the way your heart skipped a beat every time he looked at you and smiled. Fast forward you finally reached the school’s rooftop, Sunoo turned to you “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I love sunsets as much as I love you” you froze, you couldn’t have possibly heard that properly, right? He just confessed but it was just a friend coded <<I love you>>, right? You looked at him, eyes wide open, heart pounding in your chest, your words trembling as they left your mouth “Do you mean it?” You looked at him, you felt as if your chest was opening up and showing your most vulnerable form to him, your vision got blurry because of the tears forming in them. You looked at him, an intense stare and asked once more “Sunoo, do you mean it? Do you love me more than you love a friend?” Your heart was about to escape out of your rib cage. His eyes deep into your soul, he came closer to you, grabbed your hand and put it on his chest “I mean it, every single word.” He then pulled you into a hug, a tight hug. He fixed your position to rest his forehead against yours as he wiped the tears escaping your eyes “I love you and I would never forgive myself for not telling you how I feel. Every last cell in my body is smitten to you.” You held him tighter, resting your head against his shoulder while staining his shirt with your tears “Thank you…thank you for brightening my life, for being my sun and for making me feel warm.” You faced him and saw his tainted cheeks being illuminated by the last bits of light from the sun set, you couldn’t hold back anymore, at this point you were agonizing and just had to have his lips on yours. You gently cupped his face in your hands, admiring his features you pulled in and finally connected your lips sealing your love under the beautiful sky.
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elliesbelle · 7 months
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oh no oh no
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mlink64 · 1 year
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I Love You - Kai
WC ~800
Genre: fluff, fluffy fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, some angst too ig
TW: mentions of insecurity
You turned the page in your book before you resume brushing through your sweet boyfriend’s dark hair. You were slumped against the armrest of the couch reading while Kai lay between your legs, his face snuggled into your stomach. But something felt off. Every so often you would notice Kai looking up at you and then quickly looking back down. The first few times you shrugged it off, but as it kept happening you started to become self-conscious. 
Normally you weren’t bothered by stuff like this but you had been feeling crummy and emotional all day long. You didn’t have any makeup on and you were in baggy sweatpants and one of Kai’s hoodies because you just wanted to be comfy. As you felt Kai look up and down again you looked at him with a half-assed glare
“I know, I know! I look like shit, I get it!” you huffed in annoyance. 
He propped himself up on his forearms, his eyes widening at your small outburst. 
“What are you going on about baby?” he asked, genuinely confused at what you had said. 
“You won’t look at me because I’m all frumpy and messy and I look like shit; not that I can blame you, I wouldn’t want to look at me either” you murmured, looking away as you felt tears start to well up in your eyes. 
What you didn’t see was Kai’s own eyes starting to fill with tears as he listened to you talk bad about yourself like that. His heart dropped at the fact that he had made you feel like that without even realizing it. 
“Jagi, jagi! I’m so sorry that I made you feel like that, it was never my intention. If it’s any consolation, I can confidently say that I’ve never thought that about you ever” he sniffed, ignoring his tears in favor of brushing yours away. 
“Really?” you question, turning back to him with those huge doe eyes that he loved so much.
“Of course jagi! Especially now! I think you look beautiful in your comfy clothes without any makeup hiding your pretty face” he replied, more serious than you had ever seen him before. 
You felt your heart flutter as more tears rolled down your cheeks, this time out of happiness. 
“I did want to say something though, but I was too nervous so I kept looking away…” he continued. 
“Kai?” you questioned, furrowing your brows.
You could feel so much emotion in his voice but you couldn’t tell what emotion it was on his lips. 
“I-I don’t really know how to say it so I’ll just come out with it…” he said, his voice so soft you could barely hear it. 
“Y/N…? I, I love you” he stammers; hiding his face back in your stomach so you couldn’t see how red his cheeks were.
Now it was his turn to miss it as your face mirrored his. 
“I’m sorry, I just really wanted to say it” he murmurs, his voice muffled from his face still being squished into you. 
It took you a moment to process what he had said but once you did all of your previous worries flew out the window, replaced by an overwhelming feeling of pure joy as more happy tears rolled down your cheeks. You sniffed and Kai's head shot back up out of instinct, his hand immediately brushing against your face to wipe away your tears. The two of you made eye contact for a heated moment before he looked back down out of embarrassment. 
“I love you too”
The words were out of your mouth ahead of your brain, your heart winning over your head for the first time in what felt like ages. His eyes light up tenfold and he practically tackles you in a tight embrace, more of his tears soaking into your shirt as you continue crying into his hair. A few minutes later you both pull away and start to laugh at how blotchy and puffy your faces were from crying. 
“And you still look beautiful…my love” he grins, pressing a kiss to your cheek and wiping away some more tears. 
You felt yourself relax into his touch, not realizing how much of a physical toll these emotions could bring about; but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Sliding down the armrest of the couch you bury your face into his hair as he once again circles his arms about your waist, laying his head against your chest and listening to your heartbeat. After a few minutes, you were completely knocked out, your soft breaths lulling Kai to sleep as well. Looking up at you, he places another soft kiss on your cheek before drifting off…but not before texting his hyungs 🥰 
"HYUNGS I SAID THE THING AND SHE SAID IT BACK AND I’M SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW I MIGHT START CRYING AGAIN!!! "
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haatohwa · 1 year
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1000 day
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In my 1000 days with Seonghwa I...
I learned a lot. I learned to love food. To love myself. And to love the people around me.
I was in such a dark and damp place. I was at a breaking point and needed serious therapy. And ATEEZ were kind enough to make music that calmed my bleeding heart.
I love what Hwa said at the LA concert two months ago. "Because of you, I learned to love myself." But I'd love to tell him "Because of you I'm still here and I'm thriving."
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-This is so over the place but bear with me-
Thanks to ATEEZ I went through the deepest depression of my life quite quickly. I couldn't thank them enough even if I had the chance to.
As a thank you, I decided to get a few ATEEZ tattoos, to remind me who got me out of this pit.
So I got 3. On their 3rd anniversary.
1. Passion, young, fever.
2. Hakuna Matata
3. A bunch of purple stars
(It's pretty obvious which song/album was the one that made me an atiny)
I'm thinking of getting a cromer as well but I might wait a bit for it.
Ahem anyway,
So i wrote this, like.. 231 days ago but never posted it for some reason?? So here it is.
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whoreiaki-kakyoin · 2 years
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Me making a post and checking another box of fanfic tropes I’ve hit irl bc yeah ok, I have technically kinda done that one too
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peachsayshi · 9 months
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*dreamy, dreamy sigh* suguru confessing that he’s in love you is actually one of those moments that is so impactful you might faint.  
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badolmen · 3 months
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oops
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ismenesaffronzabini · 5 months
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"I'd share my food with you"
A love confession
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stellamancer · 7 months
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angrily stomping my feet because I was MADE to read fanfic however I'm STUCK in my wage cage squeezing cucumbers at an hourly rate!!!!!!
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yesokayiknow · 4 months
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they try, honestly they do, but the doctor isn't a stationary creature and never has been, especially not when they know there's something they could help with. which is to say, it takes a week of soft quiet life before he starts begging kate for a job. kate in turn withstands three weeks of the doctor's incessant begging and big puppy dog eyes while donna noble stands right behind him and mouths don't you fucking dare before she makes a counteroffer: he can work in a lab (the 'very far away from active duty' is implied) as long as he meets with unit's therapist.
and he refuses, of course, loudly and profusely, right up until donna very gently but very firmly tells him that it really could help, actually.
so. therapy. the doctor assumes it won't do anything. the unit therapist is no nonsense and unflinching and very very bright, and twenty minutes later the doctor sits outside the room hyperventilating while kate finishes paperwork and kindly doesn't mention the way he's all but curled into her.
the second session ends much like the first, and the third, and then the fourth he walks out with dry eyes and a tremulous smile. the fifth, kate calls donna and she takes him home and they drink hot chocolate and he doesn't start talking again until the next day. it takes him seven sessions to be able to stay in the room for the full hour; kate pats him on the back and then finally allows him to build a shield for her office as a reward. she sits outside the therapist's office every time he has a session, even though she has to have better things to do. they don't talk about it.
unit only has files on things the doctor's done on earth, and even then, only sometimes, which means that when the doctor talks about some things he just. edits, a little. talks about two weeks in a confession dial and a month in prison, because maybe then he doesn't have to think about the enormity of it all. and every single time he does this, the therapist looks at him and very kindly calls bullshit. it's weird, being known. it's different with donna. he is donna and donna is him, in ways they will probably never talk about. but he sits in that cluttered little office for an hour a week (sometimes two or three times, if he's doing particularly badly) and he feels seen.
after four months, there are memories he can touch without flinching, and people he can talk about without crying. he starts spending a couple of hours just sitting in the vortex, not because he's hiding or running but just because he likes the way it feels against his skin. he cooks dinner every other night and washes up when he doesn't. he takes out the bin every week even though it's rose's job, because he loves her. and he can say that now, and he doesn't think about her short lifespan or about all the other people they've loved and lost. he can say that and just mean it.
part of his contract is an agreement to never offer a trip to a member of unit unless it's actual life or death (the small chemical leak in the lab doesn't count; he takes shirley to new mars anyway) but he finds himself toying with the idea of asking for a session in the tardis. just once, just to see. the therapist looks at him and sees him and it is monstrous and they keep looking anyway and now the doctor can sit through a family dinner without wanting to tear his skin off and he doesn't know any other way to say thank you.
it's funny, almost, how quickly he grows attached to this person who picks through his hurts and rifles through his traumas and holds direct eye contact while doing so. the doctor talks about their deaths and their crimes and their cowardice and the therapist nods and asks him how he feels and it's. it's terrifying. it's beautiful. it's the worst thing he's ever ever been through, and the best. he feels ripped apart and put back together in a way that few people have ever been able to— huh.
after his sixty eighth session (he's unable to not keep count) the doctor walks outside to where kate is annotating a schematic and says, thoughtfully, they're the master in disguise, aren't they. and kate says oh 100% and please don't let them know that you know because they will definitely go to the second stage of whatever long con they've been hatching and they're too good at this for us to let them go
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diejager · 5 months
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random thought but… stepdad!König fucking reader after finding out they wanna be in a relationship with him and saying “I’m going to marry you” or “I’ll make you mine one day” or smth like that. 🤭 and dbf!Horangi just kinda agreeing with him while sandwiching reader from the back, already having an idea of being the husband’s best friend that fucks his wifey 💝💝💝
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Gah- that pink bow has my heart😵‍💫 cw: smut, STEPCEST, DUB-CON, creampie, sex marathon?, phone sex? Double penetration, p in v, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, cheating, marriage, tell me if I missed any.
For a second, he forgot how to breathe, his knees weak and fingers twitching, his cheeks flushed with the joy he felt. Your little confession riled him up, your sweet tears and pout gave him the hardest erection he’d ever lived. Sweet, innocent words that would’ve seemed blasphemous to any other, sounded erotic, making his blood boil and arousal simmer under his skin. It worked through his body with tight and rushing pleasure, pumping blood down to his engorged cock and heavy balls.
“I want you,” sealed the deal, commanding his body to pound you into your bed, make you forget you ever had a life without him - he promised it.
And promised he did, he fucked you all day, pressing you down on your bed, folding you in half as keened loudly. The bed creaked and the wooden headboard slamming into the wall behind it with every rock of his hips, fingers gripping your soft bedsheets and toes curling over his shoulder. You were stuck beneath him until the time he knew your mother would be back, taking every moment he had to watch his cock push in you and back out with a ring of cum and slick around his thick cock.
At first, he took you alone, slamming into your while you mewled out, your sweet sounds reaching the hungry ears of your neighbour on the phone. König had called Horangi in a blur, his mirth infectious, making Horangi happy, chuckling out praises to you and giving his word that he’d come by after his exercise at the gym. Your stepdad kept his friend on the phone, the Korean wearing EarPods during his whole course, working out with his cock throbbing and pushing against his shorts.
An hour in, waking up after you passed out in pleasure, eyes rolled to the back of your head in white pleasure, Horangi made himself home, naked and kneeling between your thighs. You let out a surprised moan, back arching when he drove his tongue inside your twitching hole, his thumb rolling your sensitive clit. He took his take taking you apart, watching you flay and cream all over him, covering is face with slick.
Near delirious and body oversensitive, you felt them push into you, softly alternating between both cocks stuffing your stretched cunt. You were trapped between them, body pushed back and fourth, feeling them fill you up, bottoming out, balls slapping the other man, pulling out to the tip and slamming back in. You bucked your hips, chasing their cocks, nails digging into Horangi’s shoulder, gasping and moaning with your legs spread open by König’s hands.
“I’ll marry you, ja, Schatz?” König growled, pumping you full of cum, womb stuffed full with his and Horangi’s charged load. “Breed you and make you mine.”
“Fuck, I can’t wait to suck your tits,” Horangi couldn’t stop himself from agreeing, mind conjuring every image of your swollen stomach and wobbling walk. “Drink your sweet milk.”
“Do you want that, Schnucki?”
All you could do was nod, throat sore from screaming and body limp in your stepfather’s arms, your eyes were heavy chest puffing with loud, exhausted breaths. You liked their idea, marrying, breeding, becoming theirs, perhaps their delusions finally got to you.
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