Crying. Tears In My Eyes. He Is So Sweet, This Is The Kind Of Love That Leaves You Yearning At 2:43am

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Obey Me X Ghibli but everyone is Howl because I said so

me meeting up with people when they’re home during college break asking the same questions over and over

Shamelessly stolen from r/baldursgate3

being a psych degree holder i did know these things about myself. however, it’s funny to see it all written out.

caleb, zayne, and sylus are my favorites. same girl different font

Who I think the LADS men are for

Rafayel is for

• the escapism girls

• the romantasy girls

• the “no, it’s not perfect yet” girls

• the “always the artist, never the muse” girls

• the “yeah, i believe in soulmates” girls

• the “i’m my own worst critic” girls

• the “maybe one day someone will appreciate everything i have to give” girls

Xavier is for

• the “i wish i could catch a break” girls

• the “i’m so tired, but i can’t stop” girls

• the “i’ll take a break when i’m finished” girls

• the “oh, i forgot to eat again” girls

• the “i’ll be okay, i’m used to this” girls

• the insomniacs and chronic illness girls

• the “i don’t want to be a burden” girls

Zayne is for

• the “heartbreak songs remind me more of my parents than my ex” girls

• the “you don’t know the violence it took to become this soft” girls

• the “i’ll wait until i’m in the shower to cry” girls

• the burned out gifted kid girls

• the “i’m smart, but not smart enough” girls

• the poetry girls

• the “i don’t understand why i’m not good enough” girls

Sylus is for

• the eldest/only daughter

• the “i can handle it myself” girls

• the “i don’t feel a sense of accomplishment, just a mild sense of relief that it’s done” girls

• the “mature for your age” girls

• the “i’m tired of taking care of myself” girls

• the “my worth comes from my accomplishments” girls

• the “i wish someone would take the reins so i don’t have to” girls

Caleb is for

• the “i had to grow up before i was ready” girls

• the “why are you so loud?” girls

• the “no, i’m okay, what’s going on with you?” girls

• the therapist friend girls

• the maladaptive daydreaming girls

• the “i wish someone cared as much as i do” girls

• the “i don’t think i can do this anymore” girls

nice version

WOWOWOWOW i’m so honored- thank you 🥺😘

hey, doll! if you don’t mind doing both bnha and haikyuu, my emojis are 💖✨💀🍃✌️ -thank you :))

I match you up with: Suna and Sero!

Emoji Matchups CLOSED

eggyrocks save me. eggyrocks exes to lovers hinata smau save me. eggyrocks exes to lovers hinata smau where he’s on his knees begging for his girl back save me. eggyrocks-

GET BACK: PROLOGUE

masterlist

step 0: lose her

YOU HAVE ONE NEW MESSAGE

thenexttinygiant (20:31:43): im packing now, i can meet you in like 30 lore_biblio (20:34:03): okay thenexttinygiant (20:35:12): what songs should i download to listen to on the plane? lore_biblio (20:42:01): make sure tessellate by alt-j is on there

On the night that he left her, he held her in his arms and made promises.

“It’s only two years,” he had whispered in her ear, thumb drawing circles on the bare skin of her bicep. She can hear the cicadas. She can hear his heartbeat through his chest. It is steady, even, unbothered. “Two years will be over before you know it.”

They’re in the spot that’s always been theirs. A grassy knoll, secluded. One where she wiped melted ice cream off the corner of his lip. Where he braided her hair and topped it off with freshly picked flowers. Where he kissed her for the first time, and it was the first time she had ever been kissed.

The night is wet and sticky. It feels heavy, settled against her skin. Her eyes prick, and she breaths in slow and even, desperate not to cry any more than she already has.

“I’ll be waiting for you the whole time,” Shoyo says, and places a kiss on the crook of her neck, where her head meets her shoulder. “I’ll always wait for you.”

Indominable Shoyo, not fazed by anything. Not fazed by the looming two years and not fazed by being apart from her. She had begged and pleaded and cried and all she was met with was his grating, unbearable optimism. Everything will be okay. We can overcome the distance. We love each other enough to make it work.  

She doesn’t have anything to say to him. There’s nothing left for her to say. She’s voiced her concerns (calmly and collectedly), she’s begged (voice wavering and tone urgent), and nothing’s seemed to hit him. Nothing’s gotten through to him.

So she’s resigned to giving up.

She has a hard time not blaming him. Maybe a more supportive girlfriend wouldn’t. She would wave her pom poms and jump for joy at the revelation that Shoyo would be spending two entire years (twenty-four months, one-hundred and four weeks, seven-hundred and thirty days), halfway across the world. She would kiss him goodbye and promise to visit and she wouldn’t be bitter that he loves volleyball more than her.

But she’s not that girlfriend. She never was that girlfriend.

So when he rakes a hand through her hair and says, “I love you. I love you so much,” she doesn’t say anything at all.

There’s nothing left to say. Nothing left to do. Tomorrow, he will get on a plane. Tomorrow, he will leave her without looking back. Tomorrow, she won’t be his anymore.  

note: the song rec is supposed to be in the format of the old aol iming. i wish i couldve used it so bad lol. i dont care if it doesnt exist anymore. LOOK AT IT!!!

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not a want. a need.

the world when you're with me

synopsis: you seek out sylus for comfort after realizing you were wrong about him.

tags: comfort, fluff, implied avoidant!reader learns to trust sylus, implied avoidant!reader clings to sylus, sylus takes care of reader from afar, sylus has mephisto and the twins follow reader but wbk pairing: sylus x reader, reader is mostly mc word count: 802

a/n: is this the peak of literature? no. did i need to write it after the day i had? yes. did i need to post it today? no, because i’m trying to stagger my posts more, but here we are. anyway 4k caleb pwp coming tomorrow 

For the first few weeks after you’d infiltrated the N109 Zone, you’d avoided Sylus Qin like the plague. 

After being scared out of your wits by the first version of him you'd met—the cold, unavailable criminal mastermind who’d forced you to shoot him within 5 minutes of knowing one other—you were unashamedly wary of working with him again. 

But Sylus’s intel was unrivaled. More and more often, you found yourself visiting the N109 Zone to meet with him, eventually not even bothering to book a place to stay. There was always a guest room at the Onychinus base prepped for your arrival.

As you spent more time with Sylus, he’d noticeably changed his approach to interacting with you. Rather than forcing you to resonate with him, he’d explained to you how his Evol worked, letting you aim his hands at some training dummies to test it out yourself. Instead of unceremoniously shutting you out when he was tired, he’d drag his robe-and-slippers-clad self to sit beside you on the sofa, answering your cautious questions by practically giving away all his secrets. 

His shift in attitude hadn't stopped there. Sylus had clearly been using that endearingly incorrigible crow to keep tabs on you, but for the strangest reasons. 

Whenever you had a bad day at work, some building-wide maintenance emergency would magically appear, forcing your team to cease operations for the rest of the day. He’d text you a couple hours after your early dismissal, saying he was in the city and inviting you on an evening joyride to clear your head.  

The day after you’d lugged a case of water up the stairs to your apartment, having to pause a couple times to catch your breath, you came home to see your fridge mysteriously stocked with groceries. The only traces left behind were the masked twin figures you spotted scurrying away from your window. 

When a new phone showed up at your doorstep one day—you never even told him you’d shattered your screen, you thought—you’d decided that Sylus wasn’t as bad as you’d once assumed. Not anywhere near as bad, in fact. He was thoughtful, generous, and helped you without taking credit or forcing you to ask for it. You’d never had that before.

Which is why, somehow, you find yourself standing in the doorway of his armory, studying him silently as he polishes an antique-looking gun.

When he notices you, Sylus looks up, raising a delicately arched eyebrow. “Something wrong, kitten?” he drawls, subtly checking your body for injuries. 

Mind numb from your absolutely dreadful day, you stay silent while Sylus looks at you expectantly, his hands forgetting their earlier task. 

But for the next minute, you remain hovering in the doorway. You expect him to get annoyed—you almost want him to, so you have an excuse to go back to relying only on yourself—but all you see on Sylus’s face is patience.

When you start shuffling toward him, that patience mixes with a glimmer of anticipation that he visibly tries to suppress. You need him to be calm right now—an anchor, he thinks. If he loses his composure, if he startles you with his excitement at your approach, you might bolt at any moment. 

Sometime during his inner struggle, you reach him. Meekly, you stand before his chair, briefly opening your mouth before closing it. 

“What is it, sweetie?” he asks softly. “Tell me, and we can figure it out together. I’ll personally track down whoever seems to have stolen your words from you.”

At his offer, you break, collapsing into his lap. His large, warm hands immediately encircle your waist, and you bury your face into his neck, inhaling his leather and spice cologne. 

“Aw,” he coos in his baritone voice, rocking you slowly in his embrace. When he lifts your head an inch, you resist, letting out a soft whine. Gently, he guides your head back to his chest, his quickening heartbeat thumping in your ears and grounding you in the the moment. 

After several moments of silence, your deep, shuddering breaths the only interruptions, Sylus murmurs into your ear. “When I noticed you never ask for help, I was worried the world may not be treating as well as it should. You must be very tired, hmm?” he asks, rubbing his chin against your hair. 

Tightening your arms around him, you sit there for a while, his steady breaths seeming to mend a decades-long rift in your heart.

The next time Sylus tries to lift your head, you let him. He pulls your face from his neck so he can look into your eyes, hoping his gaze conveys his sincerity, before pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. 

“You don’t need the world when you’re with me,” he promises. “I’ll treat you better than it ever could.”

this- hurt me but in an amazing way. thank you for this beautiful piece of art

title: The Truth Untold

⥀ Pairings: BTS (OT7) x reader/you

⥀ Genre: idol!au, magicshop!au, humor, fluff, romance, angst, slice of life

⥀ Summary: Many people have always wondered about the secret behind Bangtan Sonyeondan’s success. The seven of them say it’s because of ARMYs yet their fandom says it’s their hard work, dedication, passion and charm yet no one really knows the real reason of it.

But enough about them, because this story is about you—you and your boring ass life that made you stumble upon this fanfic.

This is about you, who’s always been so curious and eager to read stuff about BTS; you, who dream to see them, be with them, laugh with them.

This is about you, who’s proud of each and every member and whose little happiness is seeing them healthy and happy, all smiles everywhere they go.

Unfortunately, this is the truth that was never meant for you to find out so back away while you still have the chance because trust me, ignorance is bliss.

⥀ Chapters: déjà vu | presque vu | jamais vu 

⥀ Warnings: This fic is one-of-a-kind. So, if you’re determined to get to the bottom of the story, then there are some rules to be followed. Each chapter will have their own specific warnings, I hope you could comply.

⌦ A/N: Tell me how you became an ARMY & I’ll tell you a lovely story about one. Please do not copyright.

the power of friendship 🥰

heptagon

4.9 words | smut | nsfw, eightsome??, rebound sex, fingering, cunnigulus, fellatio, anal, double penetration, squirting. | kuroo tetsurō, bokuto kōtaro, akaashi keiji, oikawa tōru, iwaizumi hajime, hanamaki takahiro, matsukawa issei.

— if you saw my bias for akaashi no you didn’t. inspired by @satendou​. i might write some sequels to this or i might not but either way please enjoy this seijoh third year + bokuroaka gangbang! 🤍

it had started out innocently enough.

a poorly disguised attempt at cheering you up after your relationship of three years had been broken off without so much as face-to-face conversation or an apology. it had simply come to a close with an “it’s over” text which you couldn’t even respond to because your number had been blocked. and yet, in a way, after hours and days and what was bordering on weeks of salt sprinkled tears and half-eaten pints of häagen dazs macadamia nut brittle, you had begun to find some sort of clarity within the initial shock of the situation and the inevitable questions that had followed.

you had known that your ex-boyfriend had had a tendency to flirt with other girls. oikawa and akaashi had even pointed it out to you when you had started dating him with warnings that you had ignored time and time again in favor of some sort of pretense of love. 

“he cares about me,” you had repeated over and over as your friends did little to mask their skepticism, “he’ll grow out of it eventually.”

but in the end, he hadn’t grown out of it, in fact when he had realized that you were prone to turn a blind eye to his infidelity, it had only gotten more and more flagrant what with you catching him chatting up girls at random college parties and disappearing with them off to a bedroom or the bathroom while you drowned your sorrows away with a bottle of cheap champagne.

“i think he’s cheating on me,” you had slurred out one night to a half sober akaashi who had grown accustomed to the way you would readily spill your feelings out to him when you got past your fourth glass.

“so why are you still with him?” akaashi had replied, his voice the picture of nonchalance as he fought the urge to wrap his arms around you and comfort you, knowing that it would only end in rejection and an insult that he knew you ultimately didn’t mean.

“because he loves me?” your voice had involuntarily risen at the end of your sentence and akaashi had shot you a sharp and saddened look.

“who are you trying to convince?” he had answered after a while, watching with a pang of silent anger as your boyfriend had emerged from the bathroom hand in hand with a pretty first year, lipstick still staining his neck, “me or yourself?”

and, of course, in the end, he had been right, though at the time you had brushed him off with a scowl and sauntered away for a refill. because, even though you had known that deep down that your boyfriend didn’t truly love you, the fear of rejection and loneliness had been one that you simply couldn’t bear to think about. 

so you hadn’t.

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this series actually made me so soft that i cried. i’m literally making this face: 🥺

it was so well written that i fell in love with y/n too… what a cutie 😙💖🥰

buttercream.01

— summary: you were always adorable in their eyes, sometimes a little too adorable.

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: fluff, poly!au, ceo!au

— word count: 3.2k

— warnings: none

— a/n: a little something to thank you for everything

╰ part 1: buttercream / part 2: buttercup / part 3: buttermilk / part 4: butterscotch / part 5: butterfly

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oh so cute 🥰

“enemies to lovers”?? what about “enemies AND lovers”???