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vmpiires · 2 days

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﹆₊ 一人 ‧₊˚ NOT ALLOWED, KAMO CHOSO

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ﹆₊ 概要 ‧₊˚ he loves you so much. he just can’t understand why you don’t love him back. wc, 1.02K. dark mode recommended.

␥ note. this story is based off ‘not allowed’ by tv girl and choso is obviously perfect for this idea i have. me and @5kstxrz were talking about the meanings of tv girl's lyrics and how deep they are. shit made me cry a bit...but i hope ya enjoyyyy. reblog to support meeee (also, play the song while you read so you can immerse)

␥ tags. 90s AU, female reader, female anatomy, choso is in a one-sided love situation with reader, drinking, smoking, masturbation, jealousy, smut (?), lmk if i missed anything

␥ misc. masterlist AO3

the acrid smell of smoke filled the small apartment, billowing up to the ceiling and swirling in an ominous dance. choso sat on the corner of the couch, playing with a switchblade in one hand while a cigarette dangled lazily from his lips. outside, the sky rumbled with thunder, and sheets of rain pounded against the glass panes as if pleading to be let inside.

the dim light cast shadows on the walls, making the atmosphere feel even more tense and foreboding. but choso remained unfazed, lost in his own thoughts as he absentmindedly flicked open and closed the blade in his hand.

the lit cigarette made a soft plop as it landed in the ornate, yet worn ashtray on the coffee table. it rolled around momentarily before coming to rest in a comfortable position. choso took a swig from his can of beer, lifting it to his lips and gulping down the cold, bitter liquid like a parched animal.

on the table in front of him lay scattered polaroids of you, your bright smile shining through the images. but in each one, there was also a man whose face had been scribbled out with a bold black permanent marker. you were always so beautiful, he thought to himself. why would you waste your time with someone who never even bothered to take you dancing, playing with your head?

choso gazed intently at the breathtaking backdrop of the spring season. the delicate cherry blossom trees adorned the landscape, their branches gracefully draping overhead like a string of luminous lanterns during the lunar year. the vibrant pink petals danced in the gentle breeze, filling the air with a sweet floral fragrance that intoxicated the senses.

as he observed this picturesque scene, choso couldn't help but wonder if this man you were so in love with was truly bringing joy and happiness into your life. did he ever make you cum? did he ever make you cry? he wasn't sure but, he was truly determined to change all of that for you.

those little wires in your mind were being sewn together, rubbed, and severed by the heat. you couldn't even begin to fathom how long choso could stare into your picture and wish that it was him instead of that parasite you call your crush.

choso knew he couldn't be angry. it wouldn't be fair for you. i guess it's different because you love him, he thought to himself as he took another swig of his beer, a thin trail of saliva stretching from his bottom lip to the metal of the can.

as the male drank, forcing himself to forget about you and how you were probably getting pounded into the mattress by someone who wasn't him, he decided to use his own sick and twisted imagination. his mind was always interactive, and his dreams were vivid and memorable. they always made him smile when you were in those dreams.

in a recent dream, choso found himself standing on your doorstep, his hot breath fanning over your forehead as he leaned in to lick the sweat from your skin. your fingers were tangled in his hair, gently tugging and guiding him closer. the air was thick with desire as leather jackets fell to the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment.

as he reminisced about this dream, choso felt his hips bucking lightly against his fist, a low groan escaping his lips as he imagined it was your touch instead of his. he could almost feel your hand wrapped around him, slick with saliva as you teased and stroked him. or maybe it was your mouth, warm and wet as the pink muscle slid against his glossy tip, driving him wild with pleasure.

a chaotic mess of papers littered his room, each one filled with love letters, soulful song lyrics, and passionate poems - all written for you. he couldn't help but wonder if he would ever have the courage to send one to you or serenade you with a single sonnet. would you even appreciate them? he worried they would turn sour instantly, the words losing their potency once spoken aloud when he's only being honest.

his fingertips were stained with traces of his own release, a physical manifestation of the emotions and alcohol coursing through his veins. the weight of his head against the arm of the couch added to the sensation of being drunk, both from the liquor and his turbulent thoughts. his gaze rested on the landline phone hanging against the wall, its cord twisting like a snake in mid-air.

he leaned back against the arm of the couch, his head tilted upwards as if searching for answers in the ceiling above. the room was spinning around him, the only still object being the glowing numbers on the digital clock ticking away on the side table. you never called. and choso was starting to suspect that you don't intend to do anything you say at all. wasting your tongue with lame excuses and lies.

“fuck,” the curse slipped out between his gritted teeth as he glared at the relentless rain. it was like a physical manifestation of a third party that was blocking him from reaching you, his heart's desire. the sound of the downpour echoed in his ears, a constant reminder of his unrequited love for you as you remained locked away in your house, captivated by the shadows of clouds rather than the beauty of the falling rain or the sweet aroma it brought as it pattered against the asphalt, and it only added to his frustration.

choso berated himself for being foolish enough to fall for someone like you. but it was okay. even if he was sitting alone, watching from a distance as you dashed off with another man, he didn't mind remaining just your friend. just for a little bit longer. even if it meant having even a small place in your life.

as the rain continued its steady rhythm against the asphalt, he couldn't help but feel that it mirrored his own emotions - a constant and unyielding force that would never be satisfied.

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chiriwritesstuff · 3 days

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Hometown Glory; a Frankie Morales Series Announcement!

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F! Lawyer Reader

Series Rating: E (18+, MDNI)

Series Summary: You're thriving in your career, having established yourself as a sought-after family lawyer in the bustling city. But there's a pull back to your hometown, a longing for roots and a sense of belonging that drives you to open your own firm there.

Just as you're settling into this new chapter, a blast from the past walks through your office doors. It's him—the man who unknowingly held your heart, the one you never quite got over. A face you swore you would never see again... and he's seeking your legal help for his divorce and custody battle from the girl you believed to be your best friend.

You two never officially dated, but the chemistry between you was undeniable. Yet a string of misunderstandings and missed chances kept you apart, leaving you with lingering feelings and unanswered questions.

Now, as you find yourself face-to-face with him again, old emotions resurface, along with memories of what could have been. But amidst the legal complexities of his divorce, you realize this might be the opportunity you've been waiting for—to finally address the lingering feelings between you and uncover the truth that has kept you apart for so long.

Series Warnings and Tags: Frankie and reader meet as kids, jealous best friends, reader has issues with trying to be perfect, complete misunderstandings, someone manipulates them out of being together, all of the cute flashbacks, lawyer goes from sweetheart to ice queen to back to the hometown glory, 'hes no good for you', its me and you against the world (or this town), this will be so sexy but SLOW BURN, that dreaded prom night, second chances, he's always loved her, shes always loved him, fix him fic, he shows her how to live.

Chapter 1 - Back to the Old House, coming soon!

#ok nonnie you GOT ME #fic: hometown glory #Hometown Glory #frankie 'catfish' morales #frankie morales #friends to enemies to lovers #unrequited love #frankie morales fanfiction #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x f!reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfic #yearning #all of the pining and yearning #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #frankie catfish morales

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silent-insanities · 3 days

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All I ever taste are my tears.

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spilledartery · 12 hours

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loveless union . . . ( kunikuzushi )

[ male reader, noble / clan ! au, angst, unrequited love, sex, cheating ( ? ), implied trans kuni, pregnancy – i need to feed my breeding kink, please bare with me. ]

it was an arranged marriage. neither you nor kunikuzushi wanted this, but since your clan was indebted to his clan, your parents had just proposed you to be married to the raiden heir. it was shocking how the heir’s mother, ei, agreed, given how she was the one who casted demise upon your clan.

the wedding ceremony came and went, and so did the past couple of years. kunikuzushi was harsh, he didn’t want this – he was forced to sever his ties with his ( secret ) lover from the kaedehara clan, he was forced to marry someone he never loved; you.

you never loved him, too, but, ever the gentleman you are, you treated him with care and respect. when he was sick, you’d tend to him, you would compliment him, you would never talk bad about him. despite his opposite treatment of you, you understand. neither of you wanted this.

it was easy to fool your families, too. whenever yours and his parents are on the same table, you and kunikuzushi would act the star-crossed lovers, making them believe that you’d learned how to love each other.

the two of you would laugh, stare at each other lovingly, hold each other’s hands, lean closer to whisper something in each other’s ears – even ei couldn’t help but watch fondly; you were taking good care of each other.

“the both of you aren’t getting any younger,” your mother gushed, somehow confident to talk, despite being in the same table of her rival woman. she took a sip of wine, sending you and kunikuzushi knowing looks. “when are you both supposed to bring forth your heirs, hm?”

beside you, kunikuzushi tensed, and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. you understand, you always do.

your darling husband masked his true feelings with a seemingly shy smile. “oh,” he said, glancing at you with a soft look. “we... have been trying.”

you saw through those eyes, and you acted along. “my beloved is right, mother.” you took the boy’s hand and pressed a kiss on his knuckles. “it may take a while, but there will surely be little us’ running around the manor soon enough.”

“we will be expecting,” came the unreadable tone of kunikuzushi’s mother.

the next few months came by, and you and your husband are walking around the festivities. there were stalls, bustling vendors calling for the consumers’ attention. you two played the part of a married couple: you held hands, wrapped your arm around his waist, pressed close to each other – no one suspects a thing.

until you and kunikuzushi saw a certain boy with white hair and a red streak, he was staring at your husband. ah, it seems like they still have their affair going on, and you felt your heart shatter, just for a bit. you look down at kunikuzushi, who was in your arms, but looked longingly at his lover, the one he truly loved.

you let go of him. and he just looked up at you with hidden gratefulness, and rushed towards the kaedehara.

kunikuzushi didn’t return to your shared bed that night.

you understand, truly, you do. it was a good thing you stopped yourself on the brink of falling in love with him. you two may be married, but that didn’t mean you were meant for each other. you understand.

even now as you entered his body, after a week of the festival, of him with the kaedehara, you understand that the pleasure placed upon you is nothing but an obligation, a responsibility. it was to appease your families – to create an heir. even as you held kunikuzushi’s hand delicately as you pushed further into him, you knew that this union isn’t genuine.

you merely placed a kiss on his cheek as he reached his orgasm, and while you emptied inside of him, you murmured sweet nothings into his ear to calm him down after his high. and when he fell asleep without so much as a reply to you, you cleaned him and covered his naked body with the covers. you turned your body away from him, after – you know he wouldn’t be happy if he saw himself against your chest in the morning.

it was into six weeks when he began showing symptoms. kunikuzushi was nauseous, he continuously complained that his stomach was aching, and when you both talked to a trusted mage, they confirmed that you and kunikuzushi are expecting an heir.

you took good care of him. whenever something is aching, his shoulders, his feet, you would wordlessly massage him, you would bring him tea, knowing he loves bitterness; you played the part of being his husband, being a to-be father.

it was two months to his pregnancy that he felt his heart skipping a beat whenever you’re near. kunikuzushi told himself that he’d never feel something for you, he swore not to – but he couldn’t help it, not when you were taking such good care of him despite his attitude towards you. you never complained, never voiced out any discontent nor did you scowl at him when he always sent you a piercing glare.

perhaps, now, as your own family is beginning to grow, he could finally return the treatment you deserved from him, as his spouse.

it was strange when he began snuggling with you when you both went to sleep, when he began kissing your cheek, pecking your lips, smiling at you – it sent a small spark in your heart, but you don’t understand. is this because he’s only pregnant? he does not only crave for strange combinations of food, but also company? well, you still played along. you cared for him.

though it was unfortunate that during this time, you had to leave for mondstadt to attend some meeting – about creating allegiance there and whatnot. it was surprising that kunikuzushi kissed you passionately before you board the ship. you kissed him back just as fiercely, but you know it was merely for show because people are around; they wouldn’t want to see a supposed married couple being cold and distant to each other, especially when the spouse is to leave for many nights.

but what kunikuzushi wasn’t prepared for was the change of your demeanor when you came back. it wasn’t a bad change, but one that slowly broke kunikuzushi’s heart.

he was heavily pregnant, and he wore a robe too big to cover the bump in his belly – the bulge was still visible, but not much. kunikuzushi greeted you with a kiss on your cheek when you came home, asking how was your stay, if it was successful... though you answered these questions diligently, something was amiss.

no longer did you gaze warmly at him, but you became more distracted. you still cared for him, yes – but, now, kunikuzushi thinks it’s merely an obligation, nothing more, nothing less. your touches were more genuine then, now, it lacks those. when he kisses you, it was you who would pull away first and just kiss his forehead before turning away from him.

what had happened?

sometimes, he’d watch you write down on a parchment. it became a normal occurrence now. who were you writing for, he never asked. when you receive letters, he’d watch you smile – that smile that was once directed at him, but now it was more honest, like the reason for it was deeper.

he knew he shouldn’t be doing this, invading your privacy. you were asleep, and he walked to the dresser where you kept all the letters you’d been receiving. kunikuzushi subconsciously placed his hand on his baby bump as he unfolded a paper and read.

ah.

it seems you’d found someone who piqued you interest while you were in mondstadt. the way this person wrote to you was far from being friendly. it was as if...

kunikuzushi wiped a tear that fell from his eye. a couple more flowed through his cheeks, though, and he didn’t care wipe them anymore.

had he been too late love you? was it too late for you to love him?

reminiscing of the times when he treated you harshly, when he talked so bad about you, when he disregarded your opinions, when he rolled his eyes at your compliments, when he felt disgusted whenever you kiss his knuckles... perhaps, he does deserve this, and perhaps you’ve finally found someone you loved outside the marriage, as he had been with his affair with the kaedehara before. he deserves this.

kunikuzushi understands.

#[ lost stories . . . ]#top male reader #male reader #dom male reader #sub kunikuzushi #bottom kunikuzushi #sub scaramouche #bottom scaramouche #scaramouche x male reader #kunikuzushi x male reader #angst #unrequited love

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citizen-town · 2 days

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#long reads #humour #dustin mcneer #barbie movie #Chicago PD #unrequited love #classroom #jennifer connelly #artfight #lost girl #megumi fushiguro

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jamespotterbbg · 19 hours

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for the hell of it (for the plot). a poem.

i see your ghost everywhere I go an empty seat in the back of my car missing from your spot on the couch in my house in my heart i see you fade in and out of being flicker in my eyes, taunting me sometimes I pretend you're there i smile toward the seat in the back of my car but it always fades because there's little to smile at when you're no more than a ghost a flickering memory and an ache in my heart -k.c.

and as requested, tagging @wistfulenchantress , @gardenofrunar , @justyourlocaldisaster

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chuchaitiu · 2 days

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Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.

Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Pablo Neruda

#spilled ink #literature #words #love poetry #spilled thoughts #love #poetry #breakup #heartbreak #unrequited love

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poetrybyonur · 2 days

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There is a phrase in French that refers the intense emotional pain of wanting someone you can't have or loving someone who doesn't love you back. They call it “La douleur exquise,” which literally means “the exquisite pain.” Only the French would come up with something so eloquent to describe the pain of unrequited love. It has been said that the pain and heartache in these circumstances is unbearable. Have you ever experienced it?

A piece I wrote in 2018.

#poets on tumblr #love quotes #love poetry #romantic poetry #love poem #romantic writer #onurtaskiran poetry #poets and writers #gentleman poet #love #poetrybyonur #spilled ink #writers on tumblr #unrequited love #unreciprocated love #la douleur exquise #heartache

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sakura-hayashii · 3 days

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while i was fighting for your love, you were fighting against my love.

- S.H.

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safenottosay · 15 hours

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I love you with all my heart, I hate you with all my soul. I enjoy you with my eyes, I am displeased with your existence. I love the warmth that you bring, I despise the coldness I feel with you. I am drunk in your dance, I'm sober in your voice. I hope you live forever, I expect your death tomorrow. This is my affection.

#love #poem #poetry #love poetry #unrequited love #art #literature #im losing my sanity #original #i'm so drunk #romantic #romantic academic #quotes #excerpt

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leavemeslowly · 1 day

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I dreamt about him again. After a very long time.

It wasn’t even during the night. My alarm rung and I fell into a slumber. It was 15, maybe 20 minutes long.

Then, he appeared. He saw me in the corridor and seemed surprised, as he always used to be. Never had any idea that I always anticipated those meetings. You know, sometimes dreams get blurry, but his smile, it was as sharp as in reality. He asked what I am doing here. Honestly, I had no idea. Wanted to tell him that but I also remembered how it was, that I really couldn’t tell him the truth. I miss him but what good would it make to say it to a ghost of a person who most probably has already forgotten me. He is gone and so am I.

I wanted to hear that I will be alright. He told me that once and I clung to it even through my worst times. I miss him terribly even if it is only a projection of him, a fantasy that I miss.

Those dreams appear when it gets tough. They feel like a betrayal but they also remind me that I am still myself. That I haven’t change that much and there is still hope for me. I am not a stranger to myself. I know who I am. More or less.

I miss him. I never told my mum but she sometimes mentions him knowing that he is always on the tip of my tongue. I can’t ask about him, of course.

I couldn’t love him. I did anyway. Hoped that I could be at least dear to him. That he would remember me in ten, maybe fifteen years. God, he was a good person. Good to me.

Maybe I will meet him again. Maybe I will not. Doesn’t matter. I still miss him after all this time. I miss the version of me that I was next to him.

But he is gone and so am I.

#heartache #quotes #except from a book i'll never write #spilled ink #poetry #heartbreak #aesthetic #dark academia #light academia #love #unrequited love #feelings #spilled thoughts #writers on tumblr #writing #dreams #once upon a dream #literature #memories

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free-grandmaa · 17 hours

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"He said he was attracted to my resiliency."

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silent-insanities · 2 days

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You're all I can remember.

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thewaitingluna · 1 day

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I have loved you once, I can’t do it again.

Lord knows how the last one ends, with me scrubbing the blood stains.

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revathirgiri · 3 days

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For You

I've begged through every alley,

Searched through a thousand valley,

Writing that one day, hand on quill,

Find what remains of my will.

Traveled the world,

Travel I did,

Travel through droughts,

Travel through hills.

Though, I neither found,

Any clue to screw,

Nor any alibis,

Who could get me you.

-RRG

#unrequited love #quotes #love #words #writing #literature #poetry #romance

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rubydubydoo122 · 3 days

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ur opinions on damijon?

OMG!! Thank you for Asking!!!!

I personally see them as having a more sibling relationship,

BUT

The only way I see them having any sort of Romance is in a tragic unrequited love thing. Their Age gap never works in their favor.

So, hear me out.

A 10 year old Jon has a crush on a 13 year old Damian. He doesn't realize it's a crush, because he's 10, but he finds Damian as this cool older guy he's friends with, who also has a soft side when it comes to animals, and genuinely is trying to do good. (We can't forget their bickering, btw, that's integral) And then Jon goes off to space. And while he's in space, and imprisoned under a volcano he realizes, "Oh. Oh. I guess I like Damian as more than a friend" Then he comes back all grown up-- he's now 17/18-- while Damian's still 14, and it's kinda weird for an 18 yr old to be liking a 14 year old, so he tries to get over it. They can be friends. Just like they've always been.

Meanwhile Damian is starting to find this older version of Jon even more annoying than he used to be because every time he enters a room, he has to draw Damian's attention without even saying a word. And every time Jon says something stupid, it causes him to laugh, and whenever Jon stands too close, his heart races, and--

Jon has a Boyfriend (A rebound). A Boyfriend who isn't Damian. And Damian's happy for Jon, but he finds himself digging up every little bit of information about this Jay Nakamura. To keep Jon safe, and-- Tim probably knows something because he won't stop playing that Insufferable Taylor Swift song

#damian wayne #jon kent #damijon #jonjay #that tag jumpscared me the first time I saw it #jay nakamura #unrequited love #tim drake #taylor swift #specifically superman by taylor swift

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