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k-verse-sachi · 4 months

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Requests

Welcome to the Requests Page! Got an idea for a story? I’d love to hear it! Please read the rules below before submitting your request.

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Group and Member(s): BTS – Jungkook

Reader Preference: Gender-neutral reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Plot or Idea: A story where Jungkook surprises the reader with a date under the stars.

Specific Scenes or Details: Include a scene where they share a heartfelt conversation.

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storytimewriting · 10 months

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The Light of Your Life

This poem describes how I felt after my last relationship ended. I lost who I was because I tried so hard to be who I thought they wanted me to be. I was forced to comfort that feeling, and it was a difficult reality to face.

My perspective on that relationship has since changed, and I am much happier without them.

I hope you like this piece. Please let me know what you think.

This poem will be available in my poetry book, Transparent Mirror, coming out soon. Also available in the book, special illustrations that can only be seen there!

This poem was seen first on my Patreon! Subscribers are offered first-looks and exclusive pieces. (It's only $1.25 a week!) Here's the link:

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Enjoy :)

xx gwen<3

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The Light of Your Life

You called me the light of your life.

You called me the light of your life a month into us dating. You beamed brighter than the sun, yet you called me the light of your life.

I always found the irony amusing.

We sat at the beach as you held me in your arms. We watched the sun dip below the horizon It should’ve gotten cold then- when the sun was gone Still, I only felt warmth as I huddled next to you and you pulled my body closer. You emitted a warmth I had never felt before. For some reason, once we left, you thanked me for keeping you warm.

You had trouble finding the light.

The darkness loomed over you like a cloud attached with an invisible string. You tried to push me away You always tried to push me away when the darkness was near You’d say you didn’t want to taint my light.

I refused to leave you alone.

You told me the thing you loved most about me was that even in a room filled with darkness I was never afraid to light a match.

You swore all the darkness in the world would never be able to put out my light.

You told me that I was the sun and you were the moon.

I never had the heart to argue, “We do resemble the sun and the moon,” I’d agree. Only, I’d have to disagree with who truly resembles which luminary body.

You weren’t the only one with darkness.

My mind was filled with dark clouds, My body was surrounded by blackness, My eyes reflected just how dull I truly felt.

It was the first time you saw me surrounded by clouds. It was the first time you saw me.

I think we overestimate the power of light. While no amount of darkness could put out a single match, Light is fleeting Darkness is permanent.

All it took was a gust of wind to blow out my match, suddenly you were aware of just how dull I truly am.

I was never the sun.

I am the moon. I never had my own light. I showed you a reflection of yourself, so blind to how bright you truly were, you convinced yourself it was me. But it was you.

It's always been you.

It was too easy to see the truth once I was surrounded by clouds. There was no light of my own emitting from the darkness. There was only more darkness.

You never wanted a moon.

You are a sun longing for a sun. You search for light and warmth and happiness. For so long, I was able to reflect yours, but I know that isn’t enough. I know I’m not enough. You deserve better.

You deserve a sun.

You deserve a true light in your life.

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teamred · 5 years

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sweet nothings

requested by: anonymous | org. post

summary: day or night, your best friend, now current boyfriend, always keeps you enraptured. however, one morning is a little sweeter than the rest due to a small confession. pairing: tom holland x reader warnings: smut, unprotected sex, mention of thigh riding, fluff word count: 1.2k words

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Saturday’s sun rays peeked through the window shades, making their way over the pillows and hovered you and your new lover’s faces. Your eyes twitched from the touch of the warmth before you awakened to flip your phone over to check the time.

Tom may have been your newest lover and latest partner, but he definitely wasn’t a stranger to your bed, nor your life.

It had been about a month since you two officially started to date. No one ever tells you what happens when you begin to date your best friend. The lead-up is the same—the flirting, the touches, the lightbulb moment—but the tension is so, so much different. You nearly jumped his bones at the end of the first date in the front seat of his car (inevitably, both of you made your way to the backseat later that evening).

A smile blossomed upon your face as you turned to Tom, still sleeping peacefully. You carefully brushed a piece of loose hair away from his face.

“Mmm, good morning, love,” he mumbled against your touch.

Then, his eyes slowly peered open to take in the beautiful sight in front of him. Wanting him to be next to you, you turned over and pushed the back of your body against his. Warm, toned arms slinked above your waist before he fulfilled his goal; the intertwining of your fingers with his.

“Did you sleep well?”

You nodded and hummed to yourself while he kissed your shoulder. Biting your lip, you noted the rising pressure against your behind. Blurry flashbacks of last night played within your mind.

Your back pushed up against the bedroom wall. Hands roamed from your neck, to your waist, to your thighs, and, of course, to your warmth. Fingers inside you, played with you until you unraveled. He was the conductor, and you were the loud orchestra following his lead. A few orgasms escaped, staining the walls with sin, even prior to you two reaching the bed.

You were bent over, knees and hands on the bed. The smacks upon your bare ass echoed in the room. Tom had to ensure you knew you were his, and he was yours. Taking control, you changed it up and pushed him onto the bed.

The sensations of your clit against his thigh. Him pushing and angling his naked leg upward, creating more pressure and more pleasure. It was all too much, and you two were barely getting started.

Looking down at him, grunting—”Fuck, I love your cock”—and riding said cock. Tom’s eyes switched between the view of his length being stroked by your perfect, wet pussy, your perfect tits bouncing, and your gorgeous face in ecstasy. You edged him, you edged him so God damn close.

But it was his turn to change it up. Your man pinned you down, hands above your head, and rawed your pussy fast and hard before making your eyes roll to the back of your head one last time for the night.

Unwillingly, but needing to stretch, Tom pulled away and pushed himself up, letting his upper body lean onto the headboard. Following suit and already missing his touch, you straddled the shirtless man and gave him a chaste peck on the lips.

“Did you sleep well?”

He nodded in response prior to grasping your neck, bringing you in for a sweet, deep kiss. You moaned softly, melting into it, and let your hands cup his cheeks. His morning wood never went away and became more prevalent adjacent to your own rising heat. Subconsciously, you began to grind into him in your panties.

And moments later, like last night, you were on Tom’s cock again, except this time you wore his t-shirt and he sat up on the bed. The second he filled you, you sighed blissfully whilst leaning your head back.

“Didn’t have enough of me last night, hm?” Tom remarked with a raise of an eyebrow.

After you playfully smacked his arm, you held onto his shoulder as your other hand gripped the bedsheets for balance. You took your time, making sure he felt you on every inch of his cock with every movement.

Taking advantage of your position, both of you crashed lips once again. There was no doubt the position increased intimacy, and the intimacy heightened the pleasure. No thoughts were needed; your hips fastened the pace.

Now, you and Tom were forehead to forehead, panting on each other’s face between small, brief kisses between the riding. Somehow, your right hand found his left, linking together tightly. Tom used his free hand to cup your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your skin.

“God, you’re so beautiful, y’know that?”

Your body shrunk downwards a little bit, including your cheek, which relaxed deeper into his palm. How did he have such a way with words?

So intoxicated and immersed, your body left inhibitions and suddenly, three little words slipped out from your lips.

Something in you froze. Time stood still in the cracks of your mind, despite your physical self still going up and down with Tom inside of you.

Neither of you had really expressed your love to each other yet, but it wasn’t far fetched to do so. Although you started dating not long ago, you two were friends for a while. Were I love you’s really out of the question?

But what if Tom didn’t love you back? Was this too soon?

A second later, your doubts were cooled when Tom answered your question.

He nonchalantly, and without a speck of hesitation, said:

“I love you, too.”

The handsome figure freed your hand. His fingers trailed from behind your neck, then down your back, before he reached for your waist, thumbing your back tenderly. From a mixture of both the intimacy and your need to peak, you opted to pick up the pace.

For better leverage, you came close to his body. So close, his face was in the crevice of your neck and hair. You always worried your sweat or hair would get in his way, but Tom didn’t care. He never did. As long as you were the one with him in these moments, he couldn’t care less.

As if reading your mind, Tom continued speaking in between your bounces, “I don’t-ugh-care if it’s too-fuck-soon. I love you with all my heart.”

Your body bursted at the sound of his words.

“Tom, Tom, Tom,” you repeated his name, a mantra falling off your tongue due to partially from the sex, but mostly from the confession. A knot pulsed faster and hotter in your lower abdomen. You arched your body as you came undone on his cock.

Not wanting him to be frustrated nor to be unfair, you finished him off soon after, having his come mark and drip down your thighs.

After the clean-up, you two fell backwards, panting side by side on the bed. You locked eyes one more time.

“I love you,” Tom reached over and the tip of his fingers curled with yours.

You reciprocated softly, “And I love you.”

You shared a kiss, one longer than usual, then both of you put on clothes and got ready for the day ahead of yourselves.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland x you #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #n0t safe 4 w0rk #one shot #writingrequest

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winter-soldier-vibes · 3 years

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Can I request HSP + depression reader (who thinks they are just weak and being crybaby) x Bucky, please? I understand you are super busy right now and I didn’t mean to rush you or anything but I'm just struggling with both HSP and depression and couldn’t help but send it right now. No need to hurry, just when you are free and maybe when you had nothing to write. Thank you and I love you!

Thank you for the request, I’m sorry it’s been a difficult time for you! I’m here if you need me and I hope that this helps!!!

It’s called empathy

Bucky x reader

Word count: 1981

Warnings: depression, HSP (highly sensitive person), low self worth, negative self talk, swearing (that’s normal for me but this one’s a little extra), angst (more so internal idk if that needs a warning), fluff/comfort

Taglist: @buckys2thicc @babydaddy-buckybarnes @barnesplums @peggycarter-steverogers @mardema @abitgryffindorky @buckys-blue-eyes @strawberrimae @thatfangirl42 @freigeistundanderes @bucks-bunny @broadwaybabe18 @im-sick-of-failing

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Breathe in

Breathe out

Out

...in…

You felt a tear escape your eyes

Goddamn it

You didn’t want to cry, you couldn’t let yourself. It was stupid, it was just some shitty remark from someone when they were in a shitty mood, it wasn’t your fault, all that bullshit you tried to tell yourself. It never worked.

You were trying to control your breathing, looking up at the ceiling trying to will the tears away, biting your lip. You would not cry, not over this. Not over something that wasn’t worth your tears

Not when you didn’t even know what exactly you were crying over.

Yet here you were, gripping the edge of the bathroom sink with white knuckles, looking up at the ceiling trying to keep the tears at bay. And it wasn’t working.

Weak sensitive piece of shit.

What good were you to the team if you cry in the bathroom like a baby every time something remotely stressful happens? People usually cry when they're in pain or when they’re grieving - the only excuse you had was you were stressed or sad.

You felt another few tears escape and you angrily swiped them away, cursing yourself for being so weak.

You hated this, you hated yourself. You were so numb most of the time, especially when you were alone. You found yourself alone in your room with racing thoughts feeling like you were falling apart. Yet when you were alone you could only stare at the ceiling wondering if it would get any worse.

The answer was usually yes.

Whenever you would go on missions with the team, you were able to push aside your stress. You had a job to do and you would do it. But when the mission was over and you were walking back through the rubble - seeing all the blood, destruction, fear - then it would start to get to you. You would panic, you would feel tears cloud your vision. Tears for those you were leaving behind, and those who had nowhere to go, those who lost someone. That was understandable.

It seemed to affect you more than the others though. It was understandable to be moved by so much destruction. But for you everyone felt like someone you had known and loved.

You could feel the grief in those left behind, feel the sadness and pain that they were going through.

The same was true when you weren’t on missions. When those who were on them would come back. Whether they were injured or their eyes were saddened - you knew when a mission was rough. You would listen, you would be there for people. It was easy to talk to you, and you were very wise.

But it still overwhelmed you. You couldn’t say no, you didn’t want to. You wanted to help but it would be so emotionally taxing for you. So behind closed doors, you would break. Be there for others, listen when they need to talk, others come first - you took their emotional pain onto yourself.

You were grateful that you could help - but in the process it was hurting you.

You allowed yourself to feel sad when you were alone in your room. No one could see you be weak in the dark of your room. But you never cried much just from the pure exhaustion of your thoughts. Sometimes you wanted to, just feeling so incredibly empty that you just wanted to have an ugly crying session curled up in bed.

But you didn’t get to make that choice.

The crying wouldn’t come until the absolute worst times. If you had messed up on a mission, if Tony said something a little too harshly because to him everything was a joke, seeing something gruesome on a mission- whenever it came to someone else getting involved, the tears would come. Hell sometimes even being overwhelmed in public would be enough to start the waterworks.

You always felt so fucking weak for it. The slightest environmental stressor could stress you out too much and move you to tears. You had no reason to be upset most of the time. But you would get angry at yourself for being upset, which would make you more upset that you couldn’t control it, making it harder to control.

It was a vicious cycle.

Lately it had been popping up more and more recently. Smaller things were upsetting you more than usual. You were becoming more sensitive to external stimuli and as a result, you spent as much time as you could in your room. You were embarrassed by yourself. Both by your emotions and by your inability to control them.

This time you were just upset that you were upset. It had been a long night the day prior, just a lot of paperwork to do. There had been a mission earlier this week that you hadn’t been assigned to, but it had been brutal for everyone who had gone. So far today had been a normal day by anyone’s terms, an emotionally exhausting one for you. One of those where you woke up tired and the thoughts of another day were enough to draw you to tears. Nothing had even happened, but apparently nothing needed to happen.

Your emotions came and went without your consent.

You knew deep down it was probably some sort of emotional build up - that whole quote about bottling things up until they got to be too much - it happened every time but you still thought you could handle yourself better than that. You didn’t want to vent or be a problem to anyone. But when you are the emotional support for most of the team and you haven’t been able to get enough sleep or take time for yourself - you didn’t have much of a say as to when the bottle overflows.

A few more tears fell and you slammed your hand on the counter, wiping your tears angrily once more. “God fucking damn it why can’t you just stop fucking crying!” you exclaimed, feeling a few more tears falling “Weak piece of shit!”

There was knocking on the door, pulling you out of your self deprecating thoughts. You gasped lightly, wiping your face again.

Knock knock

You jumped a little, gasping slightly. No one was supposed to be here, it was the middle of the night.

“Y/n? What’s going on in there? Are you alright?”

You took a shaky breath. Of course it would be Bucky who heard you. Why would it be anyone else?

“I’m fine Bucky, it’s late, you should go to sleep.”

“Then why are you still awake?” Bucky responded. You heard him sigh a little outside the door. “Come out here and tell me you’re okay.”

“Really Bucky?”

“Unless you want me to come in there, but I don’t think Stark would appreciate me breaking your door.”

You took a small breath and walked over to the door, opening it. You crossed your arms and met Bucky’s concerned eyes. “I’m fine, Bucky.”

Bucky sighed, taking in your appearance. Red eyes, flushed face, your hair was messy - you were definitely crying. He hated when you wouldn’t admit that you weren’t ok. “You know you don’t have to be, right?”

You clenched your jaw, trying to keep fresh tears from clouding your vision. “What?”

“You say you’re fine, you always say that you’re fine until you break. I heard you crying, I can see that you’re not feeling okay yet still you try to keep a brave face. And I just want you to know that you don’t have to always be okay.”

You let out a breath. “I - i…” you looked down and shook your head, lost for words.

“Y/n, I’m not here to judge you. Can you try to tell me what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know,” you said looking up at him “It’s literally so stupid, Bucky.”

“Y/n, nothing you say right now is going to sound stupid.

You shrugged your shoulders, still not quite meeting his eyes. “I don’t know, I just get so worked up sometimes, but it’s stupid. I tell myself I’m not going to be bothered and then I freak out again. The smallest things bother me and I get stressed out and then I cry like some stupid weak bitch. People have it worse than me, God, you have it worse than me. Everyone here has some sort of traumatic awful thing happen to them and then there’s me and I get sad because I see other people sad,” you were crying again and you wiped at your face, covering your eyes. “God Im so fucking stupid I -”

Bucky pulled you into his chest as you let out a sob. “You’re not stupid, y/n.”

“YES I AM. I get worked up over the smallest shit, I don’t listen when people tell me to take breaks, I take everything too personally and I can’t stop fucking crying when I don’t even know what the fuck is wrong!” you exclaimed, trying to push yourself away, ashamed.

Bucky held you tightly, not letting you go. “That��s not your fault. It’s not up to you how your feelings show up.”

“But I cry at the most stupid shit and I can’t control it.”

“You’re not supposed to know how to control it,” he said, pulling back to look at you. “Emotions can’t be controlled. They just happen and it’s rarely convenient.”

“Then why do I feel so weak? If this,” you gestured to yourself “is so goddamn normal then why isn’t everyone else breaking down every other day?”

Bucky brushed some hair out of your face. “Your emotions are yours, no one else’s. No one has the right to tell you how to feel. Think of it this way - you can’t expect everyone to have the same amount of strength or stamina - no one has the same emotional response either. And that doesn’t make you weak, it makes you you.”

You shook your head. “I just feel so weak all the time.”

“And I’m here to remind you that crying isn’t weak. You are not a weak person, you are not a bad person, you’re not any of those things your mind tells you. You’re a kind and thoughtful person. You put your heart into everything you do. You help everyone you can. Mourning someone else’s loss isn’t weakness. It’s called empathy.”

You took a small breath. “Then why does it hurt so goddamn much?”

“”I don’t know. And I can’t say for certain that you won’t always feel that way. But I know I can tell you that you aren’t weak, and I’ll be here every time you feel that you are.”

You nodded your head slightly. “You don’t think I’m weak?” you asked quietly.

He pulled you back into a hug. “Not in the slightest, y/n.”

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kmariewritesss · 4 years

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And you deserve someone who can’t wait to talk to you and spend time with you; wants to get to know the real you and fall in love with you unconditionally. To be treated with great respect and cherished with selfless love and care for the right reasons - someone who makes promises and follows up with actions to prove it. You deserve to be loved by someone who promises you the world and vow to cherish and take care of and protect you against any troublesome or greedy hands of others. A loved one that promises you a future, a family and kids together; promise a ring. And you deserve someone who follows up with these words by their actions. Someone who is proud to be with you and continues to show their excitement of how they can’t wait to put a ring on it and call you their “wifey or husband,” their “rock.” So, stop settling for halfhearted, indecisive, selfish men or women. Don’t settle for someone who sweet-talked into your heart and begged to be with you - only to be repeating the same thing with other people because they are “lonely,” and don’t know what they want.

kmn // you deserve to be loved wholeheartedly

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jareaulamontagnes · 4 years

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going to start to use my tumblr more for writing purposes. using imagines, short fics i come up with, new fics that might or might not be exclusive to tumblr and not on wattpad and just any other random writing plots that you might suggest for other fandoms you might be apart of. so for now, get requesting with anything you would like for me to write and thank you for reading 🤍 - hope you all are having the best day.

#21stdetectives #writing imagines writingrequests spiridakoswattpad jamesmaddison benchilwell trentalexanderarnold marcusrashford onechicago

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stylennyisvalid · 4 years

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so, um-

first post here we go-

I mEAN-

🌟 Welcome to my blog! 🌟

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My name is Nicole, but you can call me Niki or Nick, I don't mind.

I don't take drawing requests (yet) but I do take request writing, heacanons and advice prompts if you need it, mostly about ships.

Here is a little list about the fandoms I'm in (with, of course, the ships I would and wouldn't write about):

Voltron (mostly Klance, but you can also ask something else, I'll let you know if I will write that particular ship or not- just,, not Allura and Lance and Shiro and Keith, I don't like them)

South Park (stylenny and creek, of course, but I like a lot of other ships, so feel free to request- THE ONLY SHIP I ASK YOU NOT TO REQUEST IS KYMAN. Or any ship Cartman related. The only one I can stand is Heiman and maybe Candy,, but nothing else.)

Musicals (Heathers, DEH, Hamilton, BMC, ask right away. The only ship I don't really like is Zoe and Evan, the rest is okay, ig??)

My Little Pony EG (LET'S BE CLEAR. I will do JUST the Equestria Girls requests, not the pony ones. I'm not a brony. Almost any ship is okay, tbh. I'm not picky on this.)

Animes (this is way too long, but ask right away! I really don't mind, and if I don't know the one you request, I'm sorry.)

SKAM (for now, I only watched Italy, France and Norway, but I'll probably watch all of them since I love the shows and all their remakes.)

Camp Camp (um,, you can ask any ship here too. NOT MAXVID. A Dadvid one-shot is okay, BUT NOT MAXVID.)

She-ra (canon couples only. No Glimmadora or ships like that.)

The Owl House (Mostly Lumity, but also other ships. Just,, not EdaxLuz or EdaxLilith or EdaxKing or EldricxElmira. Please.)

These are the main fandoms, otps and notps I will accept/not accept.

Don't be scared to ask me to rp, too! I love rping, and I'd be soooo happy to do that!

Hope this made things clear of who I am!

Can't wait to see your requests! ♡

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a-tamed-dragon · 4 years

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Taking Writing Requests Again

If anyone has a request either comment here or dm me!

Word limit to around 500 or so, unless it turns into a multi-chapter thing ( you never know)

So if you want to read anything specific that I could write to help you get through this quarantine feel free to reach out!

-Prue

#a-tamed-dragon #pruewritingrequest #idratherdothisthanschoolworkso #hiccstrid #atla #httyd #imadork #writingrequests #fanficrequest #writingprompts

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littlerainykitten · 4 years

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(Little_Rainy_Kitten on Archive of Our Own)

I'm taking requests! Specifically, requests for YouTube oneshots/YouTuber pairings. Read the post tags to see what I'm open to! When requesting, please specify if you want a platonic or romantic version of the pairing. I am open to Reader Inserts.

Below I will provide a list of single-sentence prompts. Feel free to include any of your own ideas when requesting! The written prompts will be posted seperately here on Tumblr before being put in a compiled book for AO3. When requesting, just ask for the number, as they'll be labelled in numerical order.

Before I give you the one-line prompt ideas, remember that I am open for roleplaying! You'll find the post containing my roleplay rules on this blog.

List of Prompt Ideas (Open to Requests) (I am NOT taking requests for sexual prompts.)

#1: " How could you do this to me?!"

#2: "I hate you!"

#3: "I really think you're going to regret this."

#4: "I'm not hungry."

#5: "Stop! That tickles!"

#6: "I'm just tired, that's all."

#7: "I'm sorry."

#8: "Don't talk to me."

#9: "I've given you plenty of chances to improve."

#10: "This stops right here, right now."

#11: "Wanna dance with me?"

#12: "I love the way you smile."

#13: "Stop staring, you're making me nervous."

#14: "I'm not a baby!"

#15: "What are you looking at?"

#16: "Look out!"

#17: "Stop, that hurts!"

#18: "I really don't want to work today."

#19: "I'm not feeling too good."

#20: "I need your help."

#21: "Is it gay to ask for a hug?"

#22: "You're an idiot."

#23: "I'm not crying, you are."

#24: "This is a bad idea."

#25: "Please, forgive me."

#26: "I just want you to hold me."

#27: "I can't find it!"

#28: "I'm so lonely."

#29: "I'm not undressing in front of you."

#30: "It's so beautiful here."

#31: "I'm freezing!"

#32: "You make me so angry sometimes!"

#33: "I love you too much to hate you."

#34: "I did something awful".

#35: "I'm pregnant!"

#36: "What's your biggest fear?"

#37: "I want to draw something for you."

#38: "I wrote a song for you."

#39: "I'm scared off the dark."

#40: "I feel like I can't breathe.

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stargrwl · 5 years

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writeawaytrain · 6 years

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Fanfic Writing Requests Open!

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storytimewriting · 10 months

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Weight of the Universe

This short story is vaguely inspired by a good friend of mine. I wish her nothing but the best life has to offer.

I think when people are young, they feel as though it is them against the world. Every emotion feels overwhelming, and when you feel yourself struggle when no one else visibly is, you feel alone. However, it is important to remember that everyone struggles in one way or another. No one is truly alone.

This is quite a sad piece, that alludes to some dark undertones, so be cautious in your reading.

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If you like this piece, you should read its sister story:

Wasted Potential

(word count: about 2.4k)

Enjoy :)

xx gwen <3

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Weight of the Universe

She looked like the perfect girl-next-door. She had long, blonde hair. Not bleach blonde or platinum; it was softer than that. The kind of blonde that gets lighter as it falls and glows golden when the sun hits it. Her hair bounced and swayed with her movement as she walked. I couldn’t help but admire her as I trailed slightly behind my best friend.

I always tried to talk myself out of being jealous of her. I know it isn’t healthy to be jealous of someone I love so dearly, but I can’t help it. She had everything I’ve always wanted and is everything I’ve always wanted to be.

Aurora is an angel. She always has been. The room glowed golden when she was born with a halo above her head and wings growing from her spine. Her hair absorbed the warmth of the sunlight and has shined the same color ever since.

I didn’t have that same luxury. I was born in the darkest part of the night. My hair grew from the darkness, black coating my head. My eyes shared the same lack of light. Though, the blackness didn’t stop at surface level; it seeped into my skin and touched my heart, my soul. I have been tainted by darkness from the moment I was born.

I think that may be why I always found comfort in the dark when I was young. I grew up in a loud home, but I didn’t like the noise. The crashing, the banging, the breaking- I would do anything to escape it. My favorite place to be was on the floor of my closet. Lights off and hands over my ears, I found peace in the darkness.

Around this same time was when I found a light- when I met Aurora. The ray of sunshine and her family were new to town, and she was new to my school. She was smiley and bubbly, and didn’t give me much of a choice in being her friend. I can’t help but think it was for the better.

She would take me to her house after school and we would play together. We’d pretend to be mermaids, longing for the ocean and bonded to the moon. Though, I was too young to stay with her after dark. When I’d leave the comfort of her, she’d tell me to look at the moon.

“Don’t forget the moon is watching over us!” she’d yell from her front door.

Sitting alone in the darkness of my room, I opened the blinds to get a glimpse of the moon. I’d convince myself the crashing in my house was simply the crashing of the ocean waves. The banging on my walls was that of a ship, being knocked around from a storm. The breaking was that same ship, falling victim to the ocean. And I was a mermaid, untouched by the chaos surrounding me.

Though, I couldn’t be untouched by the chaos forever. I should have known better than to think I could be awarded peace. It wasn’t what I was made for. The stories I told myself were harder to believe when I was caught in the middle of the storm. I could no longer believe the noises were the cause of the powerful ocean when I would witness and experience them first hand.

Red cheeks and black eyes painted from the back of a hand coated my face. Pressing questions were brushed off with white lies, until it became second nature. Honesty was a luxury I couldn’t afford. Even to Aurora. I refused to taint her light with my darkness. Even as a child, I knew better.

We were playing mermaids when she asked about the marks on my face again. “Are there monsters in your home?” Her blue eyes, the eyes that shined the same color as the sky on a sunny day, looked at me so sadly. I was tainting the light of the sun.

“There were pirates in my ocean last night. I had to fight them off. They may have got me a few times but I defeated them!” I proclaimed proudly.

She giggled, seemingly happy with my answer. Or at least, distracted enough not to question it further. Aurora would never press an issue for too long if she knew it would only serve to upset people. From the moment I met her, I could tell she valued making other people happy. She was good at it, too.

Her home quickly became my favorite place to be. She was kind to me, her parents were kind to me, and her house was quiet. As a young child, it was so easy to envy her. Every night I was back under my own parent’s roof, I would sob into my pillow, begging whoever was listening to let me trade lives with her.

When we started to get older, Aurora only got more beautiful. Boys and girls were drawn to her, wanting to be her or be with her. I was not immune to her charms, either. I fell right in line with everyone else. The only difference was I had already been there for years.

When Aurora started using makeup, so did I. She would darken her eyelashes and paint her cheeks a rosy pink. I, on the other hand, was figuring out how to cover bruises and handprints. She learned different ways to do her hair: growing her golden locks long and curling them perfectly. I, on the other hand, cut my hair short. I think short hair suited me better.

We were polar opposites. From head to toe, from skin to soul, we could not have been more different. She would walk beside me, a beaming ray of light with her dark and gloomy shadow. I felt silly next to her.

A boy had come up to talk to her- to flirt with her, rather. His smile would falter when his eyes flickered briefly from her to me. I was the storm people would brace themselves for after a beautiful, sunny day.

I learned to leave Aurora alone when boys would flirt with her. I would walk away, and she would always come and find me after, questioning why I left her. I wanted to scoff in her face, but her eyes looked at me so softly, and I reminded myself that it is not her fault she is an angel. She didn’t know what it was like to be friends with someone who had and was everything you could ever want and want to be.

I tried so hard not to be angry. I tried so hard not to be resentful. I always tried so hard but it never seemed to matter. I was always going to feel this way. I was always going to be this person. I was destined to live my life in the darkness and the noise.

I distanced myself from Aurora for the next few weeks. It was exhausting and pointless to keep fighting the darkness, and I didn’t want her dragged down with me. At first, she fought it. She was pushy and clingy, but even I knew the right words to keep her away. It killed me inside to hurt her, but I convinced myself it was justified: a little hurt now saved her from unbearable heartache later.

It only took a few days for her to be surrounded by new people. I told myself it didn’t bother me to see her happy without me, but it was hard to ignore the twisting feeling in my stomach. I figured the feeling would be easier to ignore if I ignored the sunshine altogether.

The next few days felt monotonous. Wake up, go to school, come home, hide in my room, fall asleep. Life felt pointless. Hopeless. Was I truly destined to live a life of misery? I preferred the boredom to the noise, but I didn’t feel any different. I was still filled with nothingness. I had never realized emptiness could be so heavy. I had the weight of the universe sitting on my chest and yet no part of the universe wanted to be a part of me. I was alone. Truly alone.

Without a light, I knew I would be consumed by the darkness. With one, I feared the darkness would consume us both. There was no winning this fight.

In the nights that violence made an appearance, I would revert back to that same scared little kid. I would tell myself the broken furniture were pieces of wood fallen from a shipwreck. The glass bottles littered around the living room were actually floating in my ocean, after drunken sailors would toss them overboard. The pushing and slapping were simply a wicked part of being a mermaid; the ocean grew wild and powerful during tough storms. I just had to wait out the storm.

After one particularly rough night, I didn’t go to school the next few days. The marks that lingered on my skin were not easily covered. Uncovered marks led to too many questions I wasn’t willing to answer.

I got back into the habit of hiding in the dark on my closet floor. I yearned for the silence. When the chaos of my home would finally settle, I’d leave the safety of my closet to sit on my bed and look at the moon. The beauty in the sky seemed to only shine brighter the darker it got around it. I longed for the days I could convince myself she was looking over me. The days I could convince myself the haunting noise was that of a storm, and wreckage that could cause no harm to me.

I couldn’t help but blame myself for the destruction of my life. I knew I was dealt a bad hand, but I was the one who threw away every Ace I was handed. I left the matches I was given out to drown in the storm, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever find them again.

I wanted to go back in time and fix everything I had broken. But even if I could pick up all the broken pieces of my life, I’d still never be able to make a home. Besides, a home was never meant to be built within a person.

Still, I longed for a home. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life alone in the dark. I missed the warmth of the sun on my skin and having to squint when the light was too bright. Even if my soul is tied to the blackness of the night, I want to enjoy the beauty of the day.

When I finally returned to school, Aurora was still surrounded by the same group of people. I watched her laugh and smile and find happiness in others. I couldn’t remember if she had ever found that same happiness in me.

I spent weeks watching from a distance. It was almost humorous that I could long for the same life I once yearned to leave. The more time I spent watching, the deeper the hopelessness would sink in. I couldn’t help but wonder why I allowed myself to live a life so unwanted. Unwanted by friends, unwanted by family, unwanted by myself.

It was almost too easy when I finally decided to leave. A bag packed with the few things I cared about hung on my back. I didn’t think of food or money or realistic items I may need. They didn’t matter. It was hard to care about anything. I didn’t even really care if I lived or died. I knew I would die if I let myself relive this cycle of misery again and again, so I may as well have seen if I could survive escaping it.

Alone at the bus stop, I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. Too many emotions consumed me, but most of all I was angry. I was angry at my parents. I was angry at myself. I was angry at the universe. I was so angry that I was the only one who wanted to tear their skin open to escape from themselves.

No one else seemed to be screaming inside their own mind. No one else seemed to be haunted by darkness. No one else needed to run away from the only life they’ve lived in order to keep from dying. I was alone. I was always so alone and the reality was finally breaking past the surface.

“Lilith?” I was convinced my eyes and ears were deceiving me when sunlight appeared in the middle of the night. “What are you doing here?”

I wasn’t sure Aurora had ever seen me cry before. I rarely let the darkness break the surface, and I especially tried to shield her from it. She looked concerned. With shaky hands and a knot in my throat, I could barely speak. My mouth opened to explain myself but only a broken sob left my lips. She held me then, while I cried. It was so warm within her arms I almost forgot we were in the cold of night.

“I need to go,” I sobbed. “I can’t do this anymore.”

She held me tighter. “I know,” she whispered. “But I’m here, and you’re okay now,” she assured me. “You’re safe.”

The bus came and went. I stayed sitting on the cold bench, engulfed in the warmth of her arms. I had every reason to leave, but I only needed one to stay. She held me, spoke to me, comforted me long after I had stopped crying. She told me the world was bigger than the house I grew up in; that I was worth more than the perception of others. She promised me a better tomorrow, and made me promise I would be here to experience it.

I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that, but I would have died in that spot if she let me. It had been weeks since I had felt safe. It had been weeks since I had felt the warmth of the sun on my skin, and I wasn’t so easily going to let it go this time.

Looking back, I should have known Aurora would be the one to find me. I should have known she would be the one to talk me off the ledge. Though, overwhelmed with emotion, I never thought to ask what she was doing there in the first place.

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nctsworld · 3 years

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kiss me quick

SUMMARY | a kiss between you and your awful roommate reveals something neither of you expect. WARNINGS | swearing, intense kissing, mentions of drinking/alcohol RATING | teen+ PROMPT | kissing to prove there’s no chemistry, even though it’s a lie, the kiss proving it REQ BY | anonymous

“No fucking way,” Donghyuck mumbles, shaking his head.

All heads turn to face the ball-capped figure at the end of the staircase leading into the living room area. Everyone, including yourself, is on the beer-littered floor. Currently, you’re all in the middle of playing the juvenile game of Spin the Bottle.

You’re playing with a group of your friends along with your roommates, sans one roommate in particular, and as long as you aren’t kissing him, that’s all that matters.

However, fate is a cruel bitch, because the empty beer bottle comes to a slow and points directly at him at the same moment he decides to step into the living room.

“Yeah, no. I’m respinning,” you immediately say, already grabbing the bottle. A hand quickly intercepts atop of yours.

“Nu-uh,” Jaemin, the owner of the hand stopping you and one of your roommates, says. “The bottle works in its special ways; you must follow what it says.”

“He’s not even playing!” you complain, holding out your other hand.

“You know,” Jeno, your other roommate, pipes up. “Jaem’s got a point. The bottle’s never wrong.”

Jeno lifts his chin towards Donghyuck’s direction. “Dude, get over here and kiss her.”

The man at the base of the stairs scoffs in disbelief. “Yeah, I just came down to get a drink. I’m not kissing her, even if you paid me.”

You roll your eyes and scoff. “As if I’d ever kiss you in a million years.”

The disdain between you and Donghyuck doesn’t have a single origin story.

You’ve been roommates for two years, and for that duration, you’ve never meshed with him. Maybe it was because of the time you overheard him complaining endlessly about living with you, or maybe it was because of another time when he ate all your leftovers and pretended he didn’t. Who knows?

And it wasn’t just painful to live with him as a roommate, but his presence in general. Donghyuck could say the exact same about you.

You’d move out, but Jeno and Jaemin were great roommates, and the location was a steal for the price you were paying. For the bane of your existence, his reasons were similar, except that Jeno and Jaemin were not only his roommates, but his best friends.

If it weren’t for those two, you would never put up with each other as much as you already do.

As you and Donghyuck burn holes into each other’s sockets from across the room, everyone on the floor shifts uncomfortably in the dreadful silence until Jeno finally speaks up.

“Do you guys ever think that you two lowkey have a thing for each other?”

“What?”

Both you and your roommate-enemy spew in unison, staring at Jeno with confusion etched in your features.

“All this negative energy could just be subconscious sexual tension,” he adds.

Donghyuck folds his arms against his chest and asks in annoyance, “Are you really psychoanalyzing us right now?”

“Can’t help it.” The neuropsych major shrugs innocently, then runs his fingers through his hair. “But am I wrong?”

“Absolutely.”

“Of course.”

For a second, you and Donghyuck share a rare exchange of glances. Amused, both parties chuckle lightly. Your roommate tugs at the end of his baseball cap and drops his head to the floor, while you take a sip of your beer.

Who’d think that the only time you two would ever agree on something is the distaste you have for one another?

Your sip evolves into a lengthy chug, then you plop the bottle down onto the floor and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Fine,” you say determinedly, standing up from the circle. “We’ll kiss, but only to prove you wrong.”

You’re already crossing the room, disregarding the panic on Donghyuck’s face, and before he can dispute or blink, you grab your annoying roommate by his cheeks for a kiss.

Shock jolts and runs through your bodies, causing the kiss to be stiff at first.

But once you experiment and slowly move your lips against his, he matches your curiosity. His lips are softer and plusher than you ever imagined, the kind that you want to keep kissing until you die from exhaustion.

Cautiously, Donghyuck tugs you closer by your neck and his other hand melts into your side. Your necks crane further, entangling deeper into the kisses.

Since you don’t seem to be detesting it, when your mouth opens up slightly, he darts his tongue into your mouth. Donghyuck swallows a moan-whimper that exits from you, and you pray to God that nobody heard that.

On the other hand, that sound rocks his entirety. He wonders what other pretty noises he could elicit from you.

After tasting him a little more, you force yourself to tear away from him, shoving him away by his chest—stopping this before it evolves into unknown, dangerous waters for either of you.

“See?” you pant, facing the group with a neutral expression. “Nothing. Did you feel anything?”

A little disoriented by the liplocking, the one you kissed clears his throat. He dips his head to hide himself behind his cap from the small audience and stuffs his fists into his jean pockets.

Replying woodenly, he says, “Nope.”

Without another word, Donghyuck zips out of the room, heading over to the kitchen like he initially intended to.

You sit back down with everyone, and the kissing must’ve came off as awkward in their eyes since the group easily progresses into the next round of the game as if nothing happened.

But you look longingly in the direction of the kitchen, pondering if Donghyuck meant what he said.

A few minutes later, when he passes by the living room to return to his room with his drink in tow, Donghyuck glances at you fleetingly. You’re smiling at something Jaemin said, touching his arm and then leaning your head back in a laugh.

Neither of you will ever admit it aloud, but maybe Jeno really was right all along.

Because pure desire now courses wildly through your minds and your bodies—both of you can’t stop thinking about your mouths on one another, wanting each other’s touch again.

No, you need each other’s touch again.

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