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the glorious writing process

The day I wrote it: yes this is good. I am smart

The day after: BURN IT. JUST BURN IT

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『paradise lost』 ; 06

❝ the words unspoken ❞

↳ you decide the conversation needs to happen. once and for all: what are we, or what aren’t we?

but of course, it won’t exactly be as easy as that.

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『 pairing 』 : kim hongjoong x fem!reader

『 genre 』 : romance, angst, explicit sexual content.

『 rating 』 : mature

『 word count 』 : 5k

『 warnings 』 : the angst and problems really start now. sex cws: manual stim., dirty talk the usual with these two but not as much because Problems.

And so, you had decided.

Today was the day.

Weeks having gone by since your collective rendezvous with a close friend, it was easy to allow things to settle back into the routine that they had fallen into just before it. The slow season for you calmly ascending — Hongjoong took it upon himself to step up — in so many ways a traditional ‘man of the house’ role that seemed to come naturally to him even in spite of how outside of tradition he preferred his appearance — anything you needed, anything you desired; now silver hair, often slicked back and up off of his forehead would lightly bob with the movement of affirmation, accompanying smiles of both eyes and lips.

All too happy to please, it seemed as though some things may never change.

Keep reading

Without You

Request:

I know I was here a little bit ago but CONGRATS ON 800 shroomie❤️❤️!!! And for the ask it’s for the drabbles umm can I have number 17 from the list with kuroo?? Is that ok?? 👉🏻👈🏻

Pairing: || Kuroo Tetsurou|| 

Warning: Angst, Mentions of Drinking

Prompt:

17. “If you make any noise, they’ll fund us.  So be quiet.”

A/N:

AHhhhh thank you so much nonnie <3 This was 953 words ;-;

800 Event!

You weren’t supposed to be here. It was very dangerous, seeing that it was the “boys night out”, but you couldn’t help it. You barley get enough with Kuroo, you weren’t losing a perfect night. Especially not tonight.

“Y/N,“ Kenma gave you a small look, dragging his eyes up your disgrace of an outfit, “What are you wearing?”

You gave him a sharp look, nudging him harshly with your elbow as you peered over the small drink you held in hand. You swirled it. Once. Twice. Letting only a drop lay upon the tiny tip of your tongue. It was a tangy taste, much more sour than you had expected, Your face scrunched up, as you placed the drink back on the counter. Kenma gave you another look.

“What.“ you hissed, as you tapped your fingers in a continuous rhythm. Your heart was beating fast. Your eyes roamed across the sweaty room. Hands roamed over bodies, flashing lights played on a loop overhead. Not that anyone noticed. Everyone was too busy with what was in their hands. Your heart only beat faster at the thought.

Boys night out, you huffed. Is this what it was. Clubs. Pubs. Where half-naked women danced. Where foreign hands were bound to touch the bare skin. Is this what he did on these nights out. You didn’t even go out and party…not without him. You felt hurt. Betrayed. Disgusted.

Not even anger. Though, you wished it was that that stained your veins. No. Instead it was sadness. You swore. There was nothing worse than this feeling. The feeling of being let down.

Am I not enough? You tore your eyes from the scene. Not even bothering to look for your boyfriend.

“Y/N!“ You flinched, looking up at Kenma with teary eyes.

“If you make any noise, they’ll fund us.” you hissed, trying hard to keep your burdening feelings to yourself, “So be quiet.”

Something like hurt flashed through his eyes, quickly vanishing as he finished the last drop of his drink. He pointed towards your own.

“You want that?“ It was a dead question. You didn’t care.

“Whatever.“ you clipped, forcefully pushing the drink towards him, “I’m leaving.“

You stood up, brushing off the invisible specks that covered your pants. Tucking your head closer into the collar of your shirt, you kicked the chair back into the the desk. Kenma did nothing to stop you, merely nodding as he downed the drink.

“Should I be surprised?“ you asked yourself, as you looked up. You wanted to leave. Right now. You didn’t have the car, but you had money. You would take the train back to your apartment.

The one you shared with him.

Then you would sit on the bed.

The one you shared with him.

Then you would open the closet. And you’ll take the suitcase.

The one…the one you shared with him.

Then you’d leave.

Without him.

Tears were forming. You could tell from the slight pinching of your eyes, the slight burning of your eyes. Could you do that? Could you be without him. Could you…

“Don’t cry.” you spoke it like mantra, repeating it as you continued to find your way out of this hellhole. “Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.”

“Y/N?“

You knew that voice. Don’t cry. You knew it well.

“Kuroo?“ you dryly said without turning around. You heard the nervous shuffling of his feet. “What.“

“What are you doing here?“ he asked, you could hear the confusion in his voice. You almost laughed.

“What about you,“ you snarled, whirling around savagely as you looked at him. His shirt was dirty, a small wet stain trailing down his chest. He held a jacket in one arm and a small purse in the other. Your purse. Well shit.

“What happened?“ he stepped towards you, flinching as you took a step back. your face burrowed behind your arms.

“Give me the purse.“ you hissed, holding only one arm out. You closed your eyes. You couldn’t. You wouldn’t.

“What happened?“ he whispered. He was walking towards you. You could hear the soft crunching of his feet, and the sharp sway of your purse.

“You’re cheating on me.“ Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. You didn’t mean to say it. Oh shit. “What?“ he sounded hurt. Offended even, Oh shit. “Why would you think that?”

He grabbed your arm with his hand. It was warm. You knew this warmth.

“You’re at a club.“

And then it broke. You felt the invisible dam that barred your emotions break down, an insufferable wave of sadness running down your chest, and flowing in your lungs.

You chucked yourself into his chest, not minding the metal chain of the purse digging into your skin.

“You’re at a club.“ You repeated, pounding onto his chest.

He watched you, sadness draping his own eyes. He let you pound against his chest. It didn’t hurt.

“Angel…“ he started as you stopped, your fist coming to a stop at his shoulders. “I would never”

“B-but…“ you couldn’t finish the sentence. Not as he gripped your wet chin, jerking it up. 

“No.“ he softly said, pressing his lips against yours. It was warm. Your muffled sobs still sounded against his lips, as he brushed your hair back, rubbing your cheeks lightly.

“No.“ he muttered again, pressing his body against your own, as if shielding you.

“Never.“ he lastly said, gripping your waist and burrowing his head into your neck. “Never.“

You muttered a small apology against his chest, putting your whole weight on his.

Never.

reason 183 why the majority of ste/rek fics and headcanons make absolutely no sense is that stiles would literally rather kill himself than admit derek was right about anything. stiles could go up to scott and say "hey scott i think we should kill jackson just for funsies" and then derek could walk up to scott and say "Scott we need to kill Jackson. We're brothers Scott. Scott you are my brother and you need to kill Jackson" and stiles would be like "WHOAAA this guy wants to KILL someone ?! jeez i guess SOMEONE'S still a little GRUMPYWOLF about his whole family dying in a fire!!! don't listen to him scotty, we should definitely keep jackson alive" and scott would be like "stiles you Literally just told me to murder him" and stiles would be like "no i didn't, you're misremembering, that was all in your head" and derek would be like "Scott is this guy bothering you. Scott. Do you want me to kill him for you Scott"