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runningfrom2am · 8 months

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i'll tell her you stopped by

happy birthday to one of the most talented, intelligent, hard-working people on this planet <3 kezie it is such a treat to get to be your friend and i’m so so glad we met and im just so lucky you picked me! you’re amazing and i hope you have the best birthday ever bc i know you deserve it :)

so, obviously, this one goes out to @keziahcore / @winterrrnight bc i love you so so much

summary: rafe just wants to hangout while you study- is that really a crime? (aka: three times he tried to sneak in while you were studying, and the one time he succeeded... kind of)

pairing: soft!rafe x fem!reader

wc: 1.5k

tags/warnings: soft!rafe (bc ik how much you're a sucker for it kez ;)), highschool!au, established relationship, not much else? idk one mention of teen pregnancy (it's just mentioned, it doesn't actually happen lol) so stay safe out there y'all

a/n: this is doubling as my day seven for obx week bc it is a 3 times/1 time but i'm posting a lil early bc it's my girls birthday :)

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The first time Rafe tried to sneak in to see you, you were studying in your room. Headphones in, you were absolutely dead to the world as your boyfriend took the classic approach of throwing small rocks up to your window, the stones dinging off the glass repeatedly with no notice from you. He tries calling, again, but your phone is still on silent. You didn't want any distractions- as much as you would have loved to see him, you were busy.

After about ten minutes Rafe is startled by the back door to your home opening, jumping back from the sudden sound.

"Rafe, you gotta go, buddy. You'll distract her. Head home." Your dad says, gesturing to the side of the house for him to go around.

"Yes sir. I, uh, I'll go." Rafe nods at him, giving him a quick salute before quickly heading for the gate.

Your dad sighs with a fond smile on his face, shaking his head as he closes the door again and locking it behind himself.

Two

The second time, a few days later, Rafe was coming to your house with a better plan. Making noise wasn't an option, so he had to be extra careful as he scaled the siding of the back porch, trying to get up onto the roof to reach your window. You shared fond memories of climbing out when he was over, when you weren't busy with exams, sitting on the shingles and looking up at the stars and out at the vast and infinite ocean. However, Rafe had never tried to reach your window from below before.

He made it up, just barely after almost falling no less than three times. He brushed off his knees and stood up, creeping past your parent's window towards yours. He can see you now, your room dimly lit with the flashes from Gilmore Girls playing on your TV and a candle flickering next to your bed as you sit there reading. He smiles to himself, almost there when he hears a window sliding open behind him. "Rafe, honey, is that you? It's late." Your mom whispers and he silently curses himself, quickly turning back to face her as she leans over the window's ledge.

"Hi Mrs. Y/L/N. How are you?" He asks, awkwardly glancing over his shoulder towards your window again.

"I'm well, Dear, but it's too late for you to stop by. Y/N has a test early in the morning, and she needs to focus right now." She smiles sympathetically at him. "I'm sorry."

"No, no, of course. I'll go home." Rafe nods, giving her a quick wave and watching his step as he heads back to the pillar he climbed up from.

"Hey, no, don't climb down that way. You'll fall and break your neck, come in and use the door." Your mom chuckles, stepping back so he can fit inside the window of her room.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Thank you." He says, looking toward the light seeping through your window one more time before climbing in to follow your mom down to the front door.

"I'll tell her you stopped by in the morning." Your mom nods at him, gently closing the door behind him as he says a quick thank you.

Three

Maybe Rafe had been overcomplicating his break-in attempts. He realized as he drove home that night that night was that the one thing he hadn't tried, was using the door. Well, the back door. Which is why he was determined this time for his plan to work. Especially since your parents wouldn't be home. Although, they had told you not to have anyone over.

You had told him earlier in the day that you would be busy that night, and he knew that just meant you had homework. No harm in him joining you, he swore to himself that he would just be silent company, he was more than happy to watch Gilmore Girls again while you went over readings and notes from earlier in the week.

At this point, he knows where to step on your back deck in order to not make a sound. Or, that's what he thought. The light is on in the kitchen, and it's about eleven o'clock- no one should be up except for you anyway. With the first step he took onto the deck, the board creaked and his eyes flew up to the kitchen window to double confirm to himself there was no one there, but he was unlucky today. He makes solid eye contact with your big sister, now standing in the kitchen with a mug in her hand. Your parents must have asked her to stay with you while they were away- despite you being far too old for a babysitter.

There's a solid three seconds of eye contact before Rafe or your sister make a move, but it happens all at once when she breaks his gaze to look at the door, seeing it was unlocked. She looks back at him, and in a split second Rafe is bolting for the door as your sister drops her mug in the sink and sprints for the door, reaching it and turning the lock right as Rafe grabs the handle.

Through the glass she laughs quietly at him, shrugging and mouthing 'too slow' to your boyfriend on the other side of the window.

"Come on, this isn't funny." Rafe groans, pulling at the handle hopelessly.

"I can't let you in. I promised my parents, sorry." She shakes her head with a slight laugh.

"Please? I promise I won't distract her. I won't tell them. Come on." He begs, voice muffled by the pane of glass between them.

She shakes her head again. "Nope, she's not getting pregnant under my supervision. Not happening. Go home, she'll see you tomorrow."

"Ugh, fine. You're no fun, I get it." Rafe raises his hands defensively, stepping back from the door.

"Boohoo, Rafe. Go throw yourself a pity party at Tannyhill." Your sister mocks him, rolling her eyes with a smile and closing the curtain over the door as he sulks away back through the yard.

One

Rafe was so caught up in the idea of a romantic surprise to visit you late at night, throwing pebbles at your window or climbing up to it and letting himself in, even overlooking the idea that hearing someone walk in the back door when you're meant to be home alone may scare the life out of you. Another thing he hadn't tried was just asking you.

"Hey, can I come over later?" He asks you, walking you from his car up to the school.

You look up at him, about to nod before you think about it. "Well, I'd like to hang out but I think I should get ahead on my chem homework." You resign to answering, not pleased with it either.

"We can study together, like a date. Come on, it'll be fun." Rafe insists, slotting his hand into your free one.

"That's what I'm afraid of." You giggle, squeezing his hand gently and swinging them between you. "Studying isn't supposed to be fun, it's supposed to be productive."

"I can be productive." Rafe nods, smiling at you smugly.

You squint at him, unsure of how true that is. You give in anyway. "Okay, fine. I'll unlock the door for you."

"Yes! Thank you, it'll be good. I promise you won't regret it." Rafe smiles, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek before dropping your hand to open the front doors of the school for you.

"I better not." You laugh, shaking your head at him as you pass him in the doorway.

That night, you crept downstairs after your parents had gone to sleep, and as promised, unlocked the front door. Nonchalantly, you walk into the kitchen to make a cup of tea while you wait for Rafe to arrive.

Rafe was already outside, having parked down the block and watching from behind the neighbour's fence to see when your silhouette would come down the stairs and up to the door, remaining only for a few moments before turning and walking towards the kitchen. He gives you a moment before throwing his backpack over his shoulders, and standing up straight ready to head up to the door.

You're just pouring your tea when you hear the front door crack open, quickly turning to go meet Rafe at the door so you can head straight upstairs- curbing the risk of your parents seeing him.

Rafe slowly, delicately closes the door behind him as you walk up, eyes drawn to the small handful of flowers he holds- freshly picked from the neighbour's garden. Your cheeks burn as he holds them out to you, smiling as you take them silently before gesturing for him to follow you upstairs.

Your mother let her book fall into her lap as she listened to hushed giggles and whispers coming down the hall, quieting as they faded away towards your room. She smiled to herself and shook her head, lifting the paper back up once more to continue from right where she left off.

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nymphacae · 1 year

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Yes hello I found the train wreck au you have and now I'm salivating cause it looks amazing and sounds amazing and I wanna know more please 👀👀👀 I am very worried for my heart XD

!! hello! this is so sweet, i will forever be happy that people are interested in my stories : ] esp @ this AU in particular! it's definitely been my most favorite one to work with - i've been yelling about it with friends in dms for like, a little under a year now?? it's a big story! lots of backstory and worldbuilding to do! lots of inside jokes to make!

sadly i can't reveal TOO much - not as much as i want to anyway. i mean it took this long for me to even reveal the NAME! but i can offer a little rundown for some newcomers and…oldcomers idfk

this is an AU where rymin are born in modern era: the train crashed in 1986, but the story takes place in 2021

min boarded the train in september 2016 and has been on the train for approx. 5 years - he is 23 by the time the events of the fic start

rymin haven't seen each other since ryan left powell lake, and min presumes ryan went off to pursue their dreams in NYC without him and is probably living it up Rockstar Style and he's very normal about that

ryan is transmasc in this AU, and it'll play a very, Very crucial role in the story + rymin's early dynamic (just comphet things: your parents ship you together and you don't like it!)

min joined the apex, which has disbanded by this time in the story. he didn't Do Crimes though - in fact, his number hasn't changed at all since he woke up in the iceberg car with kez! weird

min traveled to the left of the train

there's a lot of stupid denizens i made just to make min have a mental whiplash every chapter

there's about four (4) different monsters to watch out for. humans not included - kinda

it's a survival/psychological horror (duh) with a focus on codependency, generational/secondhand trauma, perspective, and forgiveness.

(and body horror.)

you could guess some of these from my playlist, but huge inspirations for the story are silent hill 2, layers of fear, observer (2017), jj macfield and the island of memories, the last of us, and on a semi-lighter note cowboy bebop and that one time a league of legends song came up on my playlist and i couldn't figure out if it was a hero or a villain's song

anyway. chapters 1-2 are all finished (just workin on illustrations w buds rn) and 3 is currently on its second draft! i'll release it probably a week after the final paper trails chapter, which will be HOPEFULLY soon! i've just got some Secret Stuff for it…

so uh yea! keep your eyes peeled! fingers crossed it'll be out either by the end of this month of the beginning of february !

#its also a rymin au i promise i swear you'll see. you'll see.....#asks #trainwreck au

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oluruvar · 1 year

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Yaklaşık bir saat önce duşta bi şey oldu bana. Ya panik atak, ya anksiyete krizi ya da başka bi şey, bilmiyorum. Aniden kalbim deli gibi hızlı atmaya başladı. Nefesim daraldı. Vücudum titredi, bayılacak gibi oldum. Midem deli gibi bulamaya başladı. Çok hafif başım dönmeye başladı. Kendimi çok kötü hissettim. Bu hisleri tanıyorum. Daha önce de birkaç kez farklı zamanlarda olmuştu. Genelde bi şeylere gerildiğim zaman, büyük sorunlarla başa çıkamadığımda ya da hayatımda beni çok geren, korkutan bi durum olduğunda yaşıyorum. Ölecek gibi hissediyorum, o hisler hiç geçmeyecek gibi oluyor. Bunları hissetmeye başladığımda kendimi sakinleştirmeye çalıştım. Suyu soğuttum. Sakin sakin nefes almaya çalıştım. Soğuk su biraz iyi geldi. Hemen çıktım ve odama girip sırt üstü yattım. Önce kalbimin deli gibi atışını düzeltmek için sakinleşmeye çalıştım. Nefes alış verişlerimi sakince saymaya çalıştım. Ona kadar sayıp tekrar birden başladım ve uzun süre böyle devam ettim. Meditasyon yaparken ana odaklanmak için yapılan bi egzersiz bu, o an da iyi geleceğini düşündüm ve cidden iyi geldi yaklaşık beş dakika içinde. Yine de tam geçmemişti, vücudum titriyor, midem bulanmaya devam ediyordu ve en kötüsü o içimdeki berbat his geçmemişti. Devam ettim saymaya. Sakin sakin nefes alıp sadece buna odaklanmak çok zor olsa da uğraştım. Şu an bunları yazarken hala ellerim biraz titriyor olsa da çarpıntı, mide bulantısı ve o his geçti. Daha önce bunu geçirmek bu kadar kolay değildi benim için. Çok daha yıpratıcı ve uzun süreliydi. Bunları yazıyorum çünkü unutmak istemiyorum. Böyle şeyler yaşıyorum, yaşıyoruz. Bunun için bi uzmana başvurmak çok önemli, ne sorun olduğunu bulup çözmek için çaba sarf etmek çok önemli. Çocukluğumdan beri en büyük ihtiyacım psikoloğa gitmek sanırım. 23 yaşımdayım, hala gitmedim, bu sorunlara dair hiçbir ilaç kullanmadım. Bunları yaşadıktan sonra ihtiyacım olduğunu tekrar hatırlayıp gitmem gerektiğini düşünüyorum. Gidicem diyorum ama bi şekilde bahaneler bulup gitmiyorum. Kaçıyorum sanki. Neden bilmiyorum. Aslında biliyorum, pek çok sebebi var ama postu daha fazla uzatmayayım. Kesin benim gibi insanlar vardır. Gitmeliyiz doktora, ilaçsa ilaç, neyse ne bilmiyorum ama bi çözüm bulmalıyız. Neyse. Ben biraz daha rahatlamaya çalışıcam. Sizi seviyorum. Bb <3

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nevzatboyraz44 · 11 months

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Gerçekten garip ve ibretlik bir olay 🤔

Hayattayken 3 kez yıldırım çarptı, öldü mezarına da yıldırım düştü

Walter Summerford isimli İngiliz, dünya üzerinde birden fazla kez yıldırım çarpan kişi olarak ünlendi. Hayatı boyunca 3 kez ve öldükten sonra 1 kez Summerford’un üzerine yıldırım düştü.

İstatistiklere bakıldığında yıldırım çarpmasına birden fazla kez maruz kalan insan sayısı çok azdır. Fakat Walter Summerford isimli eski İnigliz subayı, yıldırımlarla tam 4 kez karşılaştı.

İlk yıldırım deneyimini I. Dünya Savaşı'nda

Yıldırım çarpmasını I. Dünya Savaşı'nda deneyimleyen Walter Summerford, bir İngiliz subayıydı ve pek çok savaştan sağ salim sıyrılabilmişti.

Belçika cephesinde savaşan Summerford'un üzerine bir anda bir yıldırım düştü.

Atından düşen ve belden aşağısı felç olan adam, ölmese de tekerlekli sandalyeye mahkûm oldu.

Bu olayın üzerinden yıllar geçtikten sonra Kanada'ya taşınan Summerford, ailesiyle beraber daha sakin bir yaşam sürme niyetindeydi. Sürekli balığa çıkıyor ve ailesiyle Kanada'da sakin bir hayat sürüyordu.

Balık tutarken yıldırım çarptı hastalığı kalmadı

1924 yılının bir bahar sabahı yine her zaman olduğu gibi balığa çıkan Walter, tekerlekli sandalyesini bir ağaca yaslamıştı. Tam o sırada ağaca düşen yıldırım talihsiz adamı bir kez daha çarptı.

Ancak ortada garip olan bir şey vardı, bu olay ilk yaşadığı felaketin yol açtığı felç durumunu tamamen ortadan kaldırmıştı.

Walter Summerford artık bacaklarını kullanabildiği için hayatı ciddi anlamda düzene girdi.

Aniden yağmur yağdı ve yıldırım tekrar onu felç bıraktı

Doğada vakit geçirmekten hoşlanan Summerford takvimler 1930 yılını gösterdiğinde yine rutin bir yürüyüşe çıkmıştı.

Oldukça güneşli bir havada yürüyüşe çıkmasına rağmen bir anda yağmur yağmaya başladı. O sırada isabet eden bir yıldırım onu bu kez tamamen felç bıraktı.

Mezarına yıldırım isabet etti

Tamamen felç olmasının ardından 2 yıl boyunca ciddi tedaviler gören Summerford, 1932 yılında hayata gözlerini yumdu fakat yıldırımlar onun peşini ölünce de bırakmadı.

1936 yılında Vancouver'da bulunan Mountain View Mezarlığı'ndaki mezar taşına yıldırım düşen Summerford, bununla beraber tam 4 kez yıldırım düşmesine maruz kaldı.

Bu son olayın ardından ailesi lanetlendiklerini düşünse de aile de talihsiz adam dışında herhangi birine yıldırım isabet etmedi.

Really weird thing🤔

He was struck by lightning 3 times while he was alive, he died and lightning struck his grave.

An Englishman named Walter Summerford became famous around the world as the person who was struck by lightning more than once. Lightning struck Summerford 3 times in his life and once after he died.

Looking at the statistics, the number of people who have been struck by lightning more than once is very small. But Walter Summerford, a former British officer, faced lightning 4 times.

He had his first lightning experience in World War I.

Walter Summerford, who experienced being struck by lightning in World War I, was a British officer and had survived many wars.

A lightning bolt struck Summerford, who was fighting on the Belgian front.

The man, who fell from his horse and was paralyzed from the waist down, was confined to a wheelchair, although he did not die.

Years after this event, Summerford moved to Canada, intending to lead a quieter life with his family. He was constantly fishing and living a quiet life with his family in Canada.

He was struck by lightning while fishing.

One spring morning in 1924, Walter, who went fishing as always, leaned his wheelchair against a tree. Just then, the lightning that fell on the tree struck the unfortunate man once again.

There was something strange, however, that this event had completely eliminated the paralysis caused by the first disaster he had experienced.

Now that Walter Summerford can use his legs, his life is seriously in order.

Suddenly it rained and lightning again paralyzed him

Summerford, who likes to spend time in nature, went for a routine walk when the calendars showed 1930.

Although he was out for a walk in a very sunny weather, it suddenly started to rain. A lightning strike at that time left him completely paralyzed this time.

Lightning struck his grave

After undergoing serious treatment for 2 years after being completely paralyzed, Summerford died in 1932, but the lightnings did not leave him after he died.

In 1936, Summerford was struck by lightning on his tombstone at Mountain View Cemetery in Vancouver, and was also struck by lightning four times.

After this last event, although his family thought they were cursed, lightning did not hit anyone except the unfortunate man in the family.

#türkiye #doğa #travel photography #travel destinations #travel #manzara #view #natural #europe #africa #1.dünya savaşı #uk #england

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hobeemin · 2 years

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bad habits

💖 genre: smut, pwp, angst, maybe a sprinkle of fluff

💖 pairing: fuckboi!jung hoseok x (f) poc reader (nicknamed Treasure) feat. jeon jungkook

💖 rating: 18+

💖 warning(s): swearing, insecurity, mentions of drinking at a party, mention of vomiting, arguing, dirty talk, pet names, unprotected sex, fingering, handjob, kissing, creampie, okay i finally added some fluff in here

💖 word count: 2.6k

💖 credit(s): @cremeandsuga thank you for letting me use your name maya! @playmetheclassics for beta reading this mini series for me 💜💜💜 @sugakookitty for assisting with my banner and some suggestions for this fic as well as my homies at @btsblackcreatorsociety 💜💙💜💙

resources for banner found here ~ 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

💖 a/n: welp i’m back with the final part to this...trilogy of sorts. check out when you were mine and jealous of you. all will make sense. hope yall enjoy!!

❃ Festivaled Away: wine and spirits hosted by madame kez @kimnjss @bangtanbathhouse

⤞ Ticket: rooftop drinks

⤞ Main Event: drunken confessions

💖 < 💖 > 💖

“I love you, Treasure.”

She blinked slowly at the drunk man draped over the couch. Arms crossed, she stared hard at him. So many emotions crossed her face from those four words he slurred.

This couldn’t be.

She made it clear that she was done with him the last time she saw him.

So why did that make her heart ache?

No matter how hard Y/N tried, Hoseok managed to wiggle himself back into her life.

This particular night, she was getting dressed to meet Jungkook to celebrate his team winning their summer championship. Y/N stood in the full-length mirror, finishing up the last touches of her makeup as her roommate entered from the bathroom.

“You almost finished?”

Y/N concentrated as she flicked the mascara wand over her lashes. “Uh huh, one minute.”

Maya grabbed her purse off the counter as she walked to the door to grab her shoes. “You don’t want Jungkook waiting. Let’s move it Y/N.”

Y/N scrambled, swiping lipstick over her lips, and ran over with her wristlet. “Alright. Alright. We can leave.”

“About time,” Maya chastised.

Y/N rolled her eyes as she followed her out the door. “I wasn’t taking that long.”

Maya shot her a look making Y/N giggle. “Okay good point.”

By the time they reached the party, it was in full swing. Maya grabbed Y/N’s hand, weaving through the crowd. She pointed up to the entrance leading to the rooftop, and they climbed the few flights of stairs.

String lights wrapped around the poles as people danced, drank, and chatted around the bar. Most of the basketball team was already there. He was leaning against a pole nursing a red solo cup. The two friends walked over to him.

His shy grin formed as he stared at Y/N. He gave a tiny wave as the other people around him acknowledged them .

“Congrats on the win Kookie,” Y/N said with a smile.

“Thanks. Happy you came out tonight.”

Maya snorted. “I had to drag her out of the apartment practically. She was taking too long cause she wanted to look cute–”

“Okay! Thanks, Maya. Let’s get something to drink, yeah.”

Jungkook laughed with a nod. “Yeah, please go help yourselves. We’ll be over here.”

They went to the bar, waiting to be served as Y/N reached over and pinched Maya. She yelped, grabbing her arm.

“What the hell, Y/N?”

“Embarrass me, why don’t you.”

She scoffed but smirked. “Listen. You and Jungkook have been dancing around for the last few months. Just start dating already!”

Y/N bit down on her lip as Maya ordered their drinks. Damn, she was right. Y/N liked Jungkook, and it seemed he felt the same way too, but something was holding her back from taking the next step.

“It’s not that simple, Maya.”

“Bullshit,” she snapped, handing her a drink. “I know why you're scared, but we're not gonna go there tonight. Let’s just enjoy the evening.”

Y/N sighed but spread a smile across her face as she found Jungkook sitting next to him as they chatted. After a few drinks, Y/N walked over to the roof's edge and leaned against the railing, watching the city's lights flicker in the summer night's heat.

I wonder what–

Her phone vibrated, bringing her from her thoughts, and she pulled it out of her back pocket, glancing at the number. Her eyes widened in surprise before sliding the button on and pressing it to her ear.

“Hello?”

“Y/N? This Y/N Y/L/N, right?”

“Yeah. Yoongi? Is this you?”

“Yeah. Hey. Sorry about the random call, but–”

A voice in the background interrupted, making Y/N grip her phone tighter.

“I-Is that Y/N?! Lemme speak to her!”

She could hear Yoongi cover the mouthpiece as a growl passed his lips.

“Shut the fuck up, Hobi!”

Speak of the devil.

Y/N glanced down at her nails until Yoongi spoke up again.

“Sorry about that. I was supposed to be at the party long ago, but we pregamed, and Hobi went a little too hard. He’s in no shape to go out now.”

She could hear the bitterness in his voice.

“So why call me?”

Yoongi sighed heavily before dropping his voice. “He won’t stop asking for you, Y/N. Like in tears currently.”

Her stomach clenched. She needed to harden up.

She was over him.

Right?

“What do you want me to do?”

“I’m leaving that up to you to decide, Y/N.”

“Let me speak to her, Yoongi!!!”

“Shut up, Hobi!”

Her shoulders dropped in realization. “I’ll see you soon.” She clicked the phone off, placed it in her back pocket, and walked back to Maya.

Her friend wasn’t too happy to hear about this new development.

“I love you, Y/N, but this is stupid…really stupid. Just be careful and call me if you need anything or need a quick exit.”

She promised, wishing Jungkook a quick goodbye as his happy expression dropped. Maybe it wasn’t in the books for them to ever be together. But Y/N needed this closure with Hoseok; otherwise, she’d never be able to move on.

Yoongi opened the door quickly, giving Y/N a smile of relief.

“Thanks for stopping by,” he opened the door wider, letting her enter. “I didn’t think you would come, but I wouldn’t blame you if you hadn’t shown up.”

“I almost didn’t,” she muttered, taking her shoes off by the door. She followed Yoongi further into the apartment to the living space. He raised his brow, staring at the couch.

“Hobi was just here. Probably in the bathroom.”

Yoongi shook his head, shooting Y/N a look of apology. “You going to be okay?”

She nodded, crossing her arms. “Yeah. Go on. It’s fine.”

“Thanks. I don’t want Azul to be waiting too long.”

“She definitely won’t like that.”

They both laughed and waved as he walked out the door. Once the door closed, her attention turned back as the door to the left opened; the man stumbled in, mumbling to himself. He fell onto the couch, draping his arm over his face. It wasn’t until Y/N cleared her throat that Hoseok opened his eyes. He stared at her with bloodshot eyes until the gears turned in his head.

“What the fuck?!”

“Hi to you too, Hoseok.”

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. “Where’d you come from?”

She sat in the chair opposite him placing her purse on the end table. “Yoongi called me, and I decided to come over.”

He scoffed, rolling his head to gaze at the ceiling. “Why? You made it clear you didn’t want to see me again.”

Y/N thinned her lips, glaring at him. Okay, he did have a point, and after that incident on Valentine’s Day, she broke all ties with him. So why did she come over here?

“True. I was angry. But you have to understand the reasons behind it, Hoseok.”

He cut his eyes to her, burping softly. “I’m too drunk for this.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, getting up and going into the kitchen. She emerged moments later, tossing a bottle of water into his lap. He groaned, looking down at it.

“Drink. I may not have those feelings for you, but I don’t want you getting sick again.”

He twisted the top off, taking a long sip. Wiping his mouth, he gave her a nod. “Thanks, Y/N.”

“Yeah.”

The quiet fell between them; the only sounds were from the clock on the wall. He bit his bottom before speaking up again.

“Do you hate me?”

She blinked a few times before speaking again. “Hate you? Why would I hate you?”

“Because you act like I don’t exist.”

“You don’t…at least in my mind…but you’re as much to blame in this.”

He groaned, pinching his nose. She could tell he was getting frustrated. Well, too bad, and it was time he felt the way she had.

Suddenly a song began to play on his phone. Y/N sat there in silence, listening as Hoseok closed his eyes, humming along with the lyrics. When it stopped, she shrugged, looking at him.

“What was that for?”

“It made me think of you,” he answered.

“Oh.”

He met her gaze with a simple smirk. “Don’t you think it describes us?”

She shook her head. “No…”

He chuckled softly. “Liar.”

Unhappiness filled her eyes. “You confuse me so much.”

Confusion crossed his face. “Why? I can’t miss you, Y/N. Cause I do. Every day sucks without you in it. Don’t you miss me?”

“You had an odd way of showing it, Hoseok. I was there as a convenience for you, and that’s it. So don’t bullshit with me about missing me and wanting to be back.”

She crossed her arms, staring at the floor. “So no, I can’t miss someone who put me through all that.”

“I’m sorry. Fuck, I just…I don’t know what I was thinking–”

“Nothing.”

“You pulled me in…Treasure…I just couldn’t stop myself.”

Y/N felt the thickness in her throat return. She shook her head furiously. “That’s not fair. That’s fucking wrong, and you know it.” Placing her head in her hands, she wanted to sob, but she promised herself she’d never shed any tears over this man again.

He could see the pain and stress he caused. Hoseok dropped to his knees and crawled over Y/N. Kneeling in front of her, he wanted to comfort her.

“Y/N–”

“If I’m being honest, betrayal was the biggest emotion I felt when it comes to you. Like you didn’t care when we were together, but the second I get with Jungkook, you feel some type of way.”

“Okay. I’m an asshole. You know it, and I do too, but it doesn’t change how I feel about you, Y/N.”

“What are you talking about, Hoseok?”

She made eye contact with him, and he reached for her hand. She nodded, and he squeezed it gently.

“I love you, Treasure. How can I fix this?”

She searched his face for any reassurance. “By giving me the last few months of my life back.”

He frowned, feeling the ache in his chest. “That’s not fair, Y/N. I’m trying.”

“Only after getting drunk,” she spat.

Rejection crossed his face. “I know, but aren’t drunk feelings what we truly feel?”

She snorted at the comment. He was trying too hard. “If this is your way of getting me back, you’re failing.”

His fingers brushing over her hands was comforting. Why was she letting this man wiggle his way back into her life? Deep down, she knew the outcome, but she had said it before: Jung Hoseok was her drug of choice.

Would it be different this time?

“If…if I did agree to this, we have to establish some boundaries, Hoseok. I’m serious. Or I walk away,” she explained.

He bobbed his head. “I understand and will try to be the best person I can be. I want you to be happy and make sure you’re smiling…always.”

She sniffed as he wrapped her in his arms. “It’s okay, Treasure. It’s okay.”

He lifted her chin, staring into her eyes with admiration and adoration. He caressed her cheek with his thumb lightly.

“I want nothing more than to kiss you right now.”

“What’s stopping you?” she taunted.

Hoseok let out a noise of desire before brushing his lips across hers. “I miss kissing you,” he murmured.

Y/N gripped his shoulders as he pulled her flush to him, making her fall to the floor. Her tongue begged entrance, and she opened her mouth to grant access. Her eyes were fiery. She sat up, working on unzipping his pants.

Y/N purred, seeing his exposed skin once again. Beautiful as it was before. She ran her hands along his chest.

"Much better."

Hoseok growled, pushing his hips against her. He kissed her neck softly as his hands found her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples. She let out a chorus of purrs, grinding her hips against his. His bulge rubbed on her inner thigh, causing her to moan more. Her hands stroked the front of his briefs, teasing the outline of his length.

"Someone's excited," she teased playfully.

Her hand slid inside his boxers to touch and caress his shaft, making her way to the head. Precum already coating the tip.

Hoseok panted at her touches. She drew another moan past his lips.

"Still a tease, I see," he accused while tugging her bra off.

He took a nipple in his mouth, suckling it gently while his fingers rolled and pinched the other free one. His fingers moved from her nipple down her body. He admired each curve and dip on her as his hand explored and remembered them all too well. He reached for her underwear, toying with the elastic band while suckling on her neck's crook. Hoseok groaned, feeling the heat radiate. Hungry for more, he pulled the underwear to the side and traced the outline of her lower lips before finding her clit, rubbing it gently with his thumb.

He tugged on her earlobe as he slipped his finger from her pussy. Smirking, he licked the juices off his finger. Making her clench.

"Delicious," he whispered licking his lips.

“I need you, Hoseok,” she whispered.

He nodded as she straddled him with ease. Her lips crashed against him as she lowered herself down on him. He immediately hit her at an angle that made her whimper, but it felt fantastic.

Hoseok could see the lust reflected in her eyes equally matched his. He relaxed into the pleasure, enjoying the moment, watching her body lift and stroke him. He secretly thanked the universe for bringing them back together. His hands touched and caressed every inch of Y/N's body he could reach. He set on resting his hands on her hips, pulling her body more against his, meeting the rhythm with each thrust. The intensity of their gaze grew. Each knowing the time would come where they'd release all the pent-up emotions. Her body warmed with the telltale signs.

"H-Hoseok," she whimpered.

He shuddered, knowing the time had come. "Treasure."

Sitting up, he gripped her passionately, jerking his hips against hers as they orgasmed, her cries muffled and lost to the confines of his mouth as he coated her walls with white until it slipped past her lips filling her to the brim.

Spent, Hoseok sank back to the floor, dragging Y/N with him. Their breaths slowed down as he held her close as they fell asleep.

The water dripped down his back as he leaned over, hands on the wall. Regret and sorrow crossed his features. Her words echoed in his mind as the steam wrapped him in an embrace.

Why did she have such a hold on him?

He’d woken hours later, and luckily Yoongi hadn’t returned home. He put Y/N on the couch, covered by a blanket, and went to shower.

So many thoughts plagued his mind. He did love her. But did she love him?

His muscles tensed as he felt another presence join him in the shower. He sighed in relief as Y/N encircled her arms around his waist. She kissed his shoulder, resting her head on his back.

“I was worried when you weren’t there,” she mumbled into his back.

He smiled softly, shaking his head. “No, just showering.”

He twisted to look at her bending down to kiss her lips. “You alright?”

“Now I am.”

“I’ll wash your back,” he offered.

She nodded as he grabbed an extra washcloth. He ran it down her back gently. Y/N let out a sound of pleasure as he continued to wash her.

“Hobi?”

His eyes widened; it was the first time she had called him that in months.

“Yes, Treasure?”

“I love you too.”

His heart swelled as he kissed her forehead. “I love you too.”

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kralikincisulugoz · 1 year

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SALINCAK

Bir ara içimde bir şeylerin biriktiğini fakat yeterli yoğunluğa ulaşamazsam yağmur yağdıramayacağımı sadece güneşli bir günde zar zor seçilen o beyaz bulutları oluşturabileceğimi düşünmüştüm. Kapkara bulutlardan pırıl pırıl şimşekler çaktırıp her şeyimle bardağımdan boşanırcasına dökülmeliydim. Bu, aniden bastıran bazı his yoğunluklarıyla birden çok kez gerçekleşmiş olmasına rağmen son 3-4 yılda yaşanmamıştı. Ne oldu? Birikenler yoğunlaşmadı, yoğunlaştığındaysa da çişimi tutar gibi tuttum tüm bu yoğunluğu. Bir süre sonra da susuzluğunu unutmuş bir oruçlu gibi devam ettim hayatıma.

En sonunda o kadar yoğunlaştım o kadar ağırlaştım ki içim bir supernova'ya sahne oldu. Bir bulutumsu ve toz yığınına, bir anlam ve renk kargaşasına döndü içim. Ne nerede, hangi kırgınlık hangi parçada, o renk, bu renk, şu renk hangi ruh halimi taşıyor anlayamadım. Kan davalılarımı affeder, sevdiklerime küsermişim, küçük şeylerde adaleti gözetip büyük sahneye arkamı dönmüşüm. O renk cümbüşü, o toz bulutları... hangisinin ardında içinde ne var kestiremez olmuşum.

Tüm bu cadıkazanı bir sona ulaşmak isterse belki, belki en sonunda bir karadeliğe de dönüşmezden evvel oturup karşılıklı birer kahve içer normal insanlar gibi normal şeylerden konuşur, normal insanlar gibi el sıkışır, ayrılırız,

Kim bilir...

İstanbul - Eylül 2021

#gece #edebiyat #geceyedair #bulut #sanat #spotify #soundcloud #fecir #effektpapillionn #SoundCloud

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patchworkgargoyle · 1 month

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Dom: 6, 8, 19, 46

Rory: 5, 21, 34, 35

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YESSS HI READ <3 C:

Dom 6. Can they tolerate spicy food?

I think as a kid he Could Not, but out of sheer determination and stubbornness (and because he wanted to be able to brag about it) he got his spice tolerance up really high.

8. What do they wear to bed?

Just pajama pants, surprisingly! He would sleep naked but he gets cold too easily, and he probably wears a ratty old t-shirt in the winter, or he steals someone else's. Actually, I bet a lot of his sleepwear is stolen, and like half of it was Kez's at one point or another xD

19. Do they prefer buying gifts or receiving gifts?

Dom absolutely prefers receiving gifts. He likes knowing someone thought of him, though the more heartfelt the gift is the more awkward he gets about it. Also, giving gifts makes him Anxious.

46. Do they have a sweet tooth?

A little bit! He leans a bit more savoury, but he can also enjoy a fair bit of sweetness. The moment anyone points it out, though, he gets defensive because he has an image to protect. This doesn't count for sweet/fruity drinks though, he'll drink those without any shame. Rory 5. Do they have a food or flavour that they absolutely hate?

I think I'll give Rory my hatred of bananas, though while I can enjoy the taste and not the texture, he hates everything about them, doesn't matter what form they come in. Luckily they're easy to avoid!

21. Can they play any instruments?

Guitar, and he can sing! His parents taught him both at a young age, since they could play and sing too, but when his dad passes Rory and his mum both kinda stop. Rory does keep practicing here and there, and gets back into playing guitar when he moves out on his own, but he doesn't tend to around his mum. The guitar he plays on used to be his dad's.

34. Are they quick to get haircuts or do they often grow it out?

He lets it grow out all the time, I think he just totally forgets to make an appointment until he's got a bit of a mop going xD Likely keeps a few hair ties around for when it's long enough to get in his eyes, so he sometimes has that half-up style. He probably also has some hairbands that make his curly bangs stick up funny.

35. Do they know how to whistle?

Definitely! He'll whistle all the time, most often when he's cooking, probably because he has a tune stuck in his head that he can't get out any other way.

Ask me more oc questions pleasepleaseplease

#i won't tag you read but thank you for asking!!! <3 #ocs aweigh #goth babygirl dom #good boy rory #ask game

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its-rymin-time · 6 months

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Ryan does his little dancey dance

#infinity train #ryan akagi #min gi park #rymin #infinity train book 4 #ft kez #hi kez :3 #kez infinity train

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alicethenobody · 4 months

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I colored in some amazing art by my friend @4rrenstep made for me and my friend’s modern Rymin AU! I did my best to replicate their coloring style. Please consider checking out Arren’s Twitter and TikTok (@4rren) they make great art! I might make more color edits of the pieces they made later this is really fun to do.

#infinity train #ryan akagi #min gi park #rymin #infinity train book 4 #rymin modern au #color edit #kez #hi kez :3

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thekinkyleopard · 1 year

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‼️ATTENTION SNOW PUPPIES‼️

(Remi x Levi fans!)

Hi everyone! It’s Kez here! Just letting you guys know I have OFFICIALLY ( with the help of the wonderful @aller-geez ) figured out the storyline and plot of my next Snz fic staring Remi as our victim!!! It’ll be smutty and fluffy! Stayed tuned, it should be published within the next 3 days! Thank you for reaching out (regardless if it was to Geezie, shout-out to the snow puppies!!!) I know it’s nerve wracking to ask a non-snz fet person for snz fet. However! Im an extremely open person! I do NOT mind requests at ALL! I love that you guys love the boys 🥹 and creating fet fics are so much fun, even when they’re not my personal Fetish. Appreciate all the support from you guys 🙏🏻 It’s really brought me back into my passion.

(Art by Aller-geez! Posting it mostly cause look how stinkin cute they are, ugh! She just nails it every-time 🥹)

#oc #writer #original character #remixlevi #fic writer #art #fluff #smut #snz kink #snz #snzfet #snz blr #snz things #snzblr #announcement #update

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skinnyazn · 4 months

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3, 14 and 23 for the ask game please <3

- kez

Hi Kez!! 💖

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

Oofff that’s hard one… either this one from The Masks We Wear

You wanted to fuse with him. Become something more intense than a supernova. His touches burned across your skin—when he left, he starved the fever he started inside you.

But then you sabotaged it—that delicate arrangement that you had.

Or this from In The Bleak Midwinter

You tried to be present, enjoying the money you made out with and the tranquility of your home. Put Jaguar in a box and suppressed her. Forced yourself to forget the foreign men and their warmth and the comforts of Task Force 141—of camaraderie. You allowed yourself to indulge in your secret fantasy only on occasions, filling the rest of your time with classy bars and uninteresting people. Pretending at a civilian life until the next job came to take you away for months and gift you with new scars to heal.

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

Answered here!

23. fics you wanted to write but didn’t

I reaaallllyyy want to write a medieval AU fic for COD bc I’m a little slut for a good princess/knight trope, but how envision it would be sooo lengthy. Maybe I’ll have to start or else I’ll go bonkers haha

I also would loveee to do a Shepard x Liara x Garrus fic, but again… would be long af and i really need to finish my graphic novel too lol

I also got a few thousand words into a Jyn x Cassian Rogue One fic but never finished it cause I wasn’t super happy with it.

Ask Game

#ask game #my writing

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keziahcore · 5 months

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hi kez how are you?

Also I haven't told many people on here but I had an acting competition over the weekend (regionals) and I'm going to STATE!!!!

We placed 2nd and luckily they're taking the top two people from each regional location (?) To state and me and my Not-Friends (teammates) are going next month

omggg ml that sounds so wonderful!! im so so happy for you on your achievement, and I hope you enjoy so much and succeed at the state levels too! 🥹🥹🤍🤍

and I'm just buried in a big pile of studies ahhh I have exams going on </3

#vee 🤍#keziahanswers

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bot-tret · 5 months

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Uyandım. Arkamda bir şey var gibi hissediyorum. Eğiliyorum, ışık kapanıyor. Kulaklarım seslerle şenleniyor, şanlanıyor. Korkudan titreyerek kaçmaya çalışıyorum. Arkamda bir şey var gibi hissediyorum.

Oturdum, sakinleşmek için ve yaramıyor işe; açıp, bunları yazmaya başlıyorum. Uyudum mu, diye soruyorum kendi kendime. Bu his kaç zamandır arkamdaydı? O şey arkamda değil, o şey yanımda ve çoraplarımı kirli köşesine atmam gerek. Ayağa kalkıp gitmeliyim.

Burada durdukça kafayı yiyeceğim. Her ses kulaklarımın yerlerini döndürüyor. Kafam kendini yemek için kendini koparmaya kalkışıyor.

Kalkıp -önceki sözcüğü kalkmayı düşünürken yazdım- neden kalktığımı önce unutup, yürüdükten sonra çoraplarımı attım köşeye. Anın beni etkileyişi duvara yaslatıyor. Derken, belimle ışığı kapatmışım. Elektrikler mi gitti? Yok, geldi yine o arkamdaki, beni ışığa itti. Işığı geri açtım, odamı gördüm. Bu da neydi, bu dağınıklık da ne?

Canım çıkacak, arkamı bir kez dönüp kaçıyorum oradan. Eski oturduğum yere döndüm. Bağdaş kurmuşum, sağ dışarıda, eh, şimdi sol dışarıda. Önceki cümleyi yazdıktan sonra, bu ara tümce içinde, odaya gidip gelişim ve oraya yeniden bakışım var. Aklımdan çıkmıyor, boynumun içinde, geziniyor sanki. Yüreğim her atışında, bütün damarlarımda bulunuşunda. Özellikle boynumun içinde. Uzunca bir süre düşündüm üstüne onun. Parmaklarım ışıkla hâlâ sararıyor, çürüyorum. Ağzım kokuyor parça parça. Düşünmeyi sürdürüyorum yeniden onu. Onun, onu diye bitiyor tümceler, onun, onu diye buluyor ortasını, yine öyle bitiriyor.

Hayır, söylemeyeceğim, bu kez söylemeyeceğim! Bir ahşap gibi düşünme bunu. Çok çok eskilerden varmış gibi. Ağaç dediğin, birkaç günlük çocuklar yalnızca. Karbondan söz ediyorum, fosfordan, hidrojenden ve azottan. Evren var olurken vardı onlar da, bu eskilerden düşün. Öyle vahşi, yaratma ürünü tanrıların üfleyişi, inanılmaz, inanılmaz bir güç, düşünce ve değer. Ne kadar var olduğunu göremiyor musun? Havayı solumayı dene. Bu, neden basit bir şey olarak görülsün? Düşünsene, havayı (,) solumayı deniyorsun, öyle çocuksu, hiç ama hiç izlediğinde gülmediğini söyleyemeyeceğin kadar ve öyle seni alıp, bir düşünseline bırakan, bir yanında bütün geçmişi kavrarken bir görüş açını,(,) diğer yanını gelecekle tutan. Hayır, aynı paragrafın içinde burası. Bilincim uzunca bir solukla kaymalı mı bulutların arasından sonsuzluğun kavranamaz derinliklerine bir düşünce değdirip, dönerken orada da düşünüyorum onu. Bırakmıyor aklımı, hiç aralık vermeden etimi istiyor benim. Daha geçen gün melek olduğunu söylemişti, şimdi beynimin ortasını baykuşun kutsal gözlerine kurban ediyorum. Parçalanıyor, pençe ve ağız, yok ediyor beni oldukça, oldukça uzun bir süre.

Ne söylesem ne yazar benim bu şah eli varken üzerimde, ne zamandır bu deryam kadar su şah eli varken kusurumdu. Ne ömürden bi' soluk çalam da ceza gelirken ölümümde, ne gidecek kara gözlerim su döküle kanlar silinince.

Yatağımdayım yeniden. Uyuyacağım. Düşünürken uyuyacağım.

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