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combining your heejayke and possessive sub jake thoughts ...

threesome heejayke where heejay are switches and jake is a sub, but one night whilst theyre teasing him by purposefully ignoring his sad whimpers, he starts leaving hickeys saying theyre his and they need to also own him too (? idk if that makes sense sorry 😭)

but then in general i think just normal sex between them three 🤔 sticking to subjake, i think hee would DEFINITELY be a soft dom, sure he can get mean at times but he's usually the nicer and more lenient one, yk? and jay is then the more hard dom. whilst heeseung likes to take his time and make sure jake is getting pleased whilst praising him, jay is the complete opposite. he does whatever he likes at whatever pace he likes and degrades jake (he likes it ofc). he'd also take lead for most punishments i think, because even though heeseung can be mean, i think he'd feel too bad afterwards or he'd just give in to jake pouting and sadly moaning. ooh, or maybe he realises that jake does it on purpose and fucks him extra hard because jake's trying to make the punishment easier for himself? and jay good lord. he would definitely just make jake do everything by himself whilst just sitting there. "youre always begging me to slow down and now you can't come up with what you want?" all he does is belittle him and get jake extra needy so he's crying and apologising and just begging for anything <///3 but aftercare is really good with them and they make sure to comfort jake and help him </3 also i was debating saying this, but what about omega jake with them? during his heat? 😵or maybe little jake with them as caregivers (obviously little jake is sfw though <3)

anon 🧎 thank you for all of this. Long so read more

heejay would thrive seeing Jake all needy and possessive over them, esp when they’re denying him. (it makes complete sense! dw<33) a teased Jake who would probably be leaking and begging and once he starts to mark them and claim them talking about how they need to do the same to him heejay would make eye contact with each other as their gazes darken a bit more at Jake’s forwardness </3.

I agree with hee being the soft dom and jay being the hard dom and I think the duality would be heavily appreciated by Jake who loves both ends of the spectrum. and obviously the other partner hee or jay would love watching…tho I believe if heejake got started jay would scoff and roll his eyes playfully and tell heeseung smth like “I’ll show you how to treat him just the way he likes” esp if jay is extra in the hard dom roll that day </3. bc jay would get a little impatient with hee taking his time with jake. I do think Jake would enjoy both at the same time tho! like thinking hee paying attention to Jake’s chest or cock while jay fucks him and he gets both praise and degradation in his ear, it would be overstimulating in a good way for Jake </3. and Jake’s probably got a high drive so heejay need to wear him out <3 well (which they would do).

soft dom hee feeling bad for doing punishments and giving in 🥹 that’s so cute but jay would be disappointed every time he hears or sees it happen. cause I can imagine jake would be bratty towards hee when they’re alone just bc he knows hee won’t follow through with punishments esp if jays not there to ‘make’ him</3. also jay making Jake do everything alone just to tease him about Jake not being able to cum on his own…and Jake crying and apologizing…the thought is too good </3. I do agree they’d be great at aftercare esp for their baby jakey 🫶.

omega Jake during his heat 👀 hopefully they can keep up with that and if you have more thoughts about that I’d love to hear them<3 oh no 🥹 don’t get me started on little Jake being taken care of by heejay that’d be so cute pls 🥹

cant help but think about how they’d all take their turns with u <3 just them filling you up again and again one by one until you’re a stuttering mess <3 you’d be so helpless and would just let them do whatever they want with you because at the end of the day, you’re just a brainless whore who is eager to please them in any way they want <3

Hyunjin: Oh, Chan! I know you don't wanna talk about it, but I did contact our dance instructor.

Chan: No need, Hyunjin, it's all good.

Hyunjin: So the fight with Minho is over?

Chan: Yup!

Hyunjin: Because you understand it now?

Chan: Nope!

Jisung: Because you guys...

Chan: Yup!

Jisung: I knew it.

Jisung, goes to leave but quickly turns back to Hyunjin: See what happened is your dads had sex.

Hyunjin, quickly stands up to leave: Okay, Jisung!

*Chan talking to Changbin whilst Lee Know is listening to music*

Chan: Lee Know is so cute

Changbin: Until he threatens to put Hyunjin in the air fryer...

Chan: But look at him, so cute, he's a little baby

*Minho turns off his music, gives Chan a death glare*

Minho: Call me little baby one more time, you'll go into the air fryer next, old man

Hoshi: Wonu, when with Junhui, are you the big spoon or little spoon?

Wonwoo: I'm always a knife.

Jun: No. He's the chopsticks.

Woozi: the fuck is that supposed to mean.

Mingyu: Aww, my baby is upset. And I'm going to cheer him up.

Wonwoo: Don't call me baby.

Mingyu: What if I buy you the complete 20th anniversary set of Harry Potter?

Wonwoo: Baby's listening.

enhypen reacting to you moaning cute!

genre: smut

warnings: pet names, humiliation, spanking, daddykink

heeseung: heeseung would be amazed at their adorable sounds, would do anything to keep hearing them, would say things like "moan for me, princess, daddy loves your moans." he would probably hit your ass with the palm of his hand as hard as he can to hear your cute sounds louder.

jake: jake would let out a little giggle listening to your cute moans, always stroking your hair and kissing your cheek while he fucks you, he would feel his body boiling and he would ask you to beg with your cute and sly voice for him to fuck you.

jay: jay's dick would hurt in his pants listening to you moaning like this, he would say stuff like "seeing you moaning so sly makes me want to destroy your tiny little pussy, do you want to cum on daddy's dick?"

sunghoon: he would probably tease you about your embarrassing sounds, he would say stuff like "what are those moans? are you in heat? do you really want me to fuck you? how pathetic, but i really liked your little moan, beg for me with this cute voice."

author’s notes: my cheeks are flushed ~3~

silly mistakes ; sjy.

genre & word count— smut, fluff, a hint of crack. word count : 1.9k

warnings — mentions of drinking, ex!jake x afab!reader, oral ( f receiving ), piv ( reader has a vagina ), detailed!! pussy slapping, slightly aggressive + possessive / a bit of cocky jake, mentions of the names: my girl, good girl, angel, baby and slut.

you jumped out of your sleep, something felt weird about this situation. where were you even at? “my phone..” you felt around the area for your phone but soon discovered you were naked. “not again..” you murmured, mentally scolding yourself, you didn’t even want to look to see who you were with, but you did anyway. lo and behold it was your ex-boyfriend, you already knew it was just the realization that would hit you in a few seconds.

you had to have one too many drinks to be like this with him again, at least he lived alone and had silky sheets. did that matter? “stop moving,” jake groans, rolling on his back and sighing softly. “what are you even looking for?” you groan, standing up and wrapping your body with half the sheet, tossing the pillow at him. “y/n come on.. seriously you’ve got to stop doing that.”

“shut up. i- ah just shut up.” you fumbled around to find your underwear, sliding them back on before dropping the sheet. “this was a mistake, a silly mistake. why did you bring me back here?!” you whine, you had a habit of doing this. going out having maybe half a drink and seeing jake, you’d go back to his place with a few of his friends, then you’d end up here.

“you said ‘jake let’s go back to your place alone, please. please jakey~.’ you wanted me to say no?” he mocked your voice, you almost gagged at the sound of it. finding your phone and checking the time. 5:40 am. “fuck my roommate is gonna kill me.” jake slid his boxers on and walked over to help you, “stop it, i don’t need your hands on my clothes.”

“you know i’m only helping you..” he sighed, of course, he was the bad guy. in his eyes you could do no wrong but in yours, he was the devil himself. “if you’re gonna react like this every time you come over then perhaps you shouldn’t anymore?” he suggested. as if, he wouldn’t say yes to have you back to himself for a night of you asked him.

“oh shush! just say no-. how hard is it to say no?!” you stumbled to your butt, plopping down and putting your face in your hands. “ah this is a nightmare. this isn’t real- and my head hurts so bad.” you whimper trying to remember everything from the night before. “how much did i drink?” jake squats down in front of you, fixing your hair quickly before retrieving his hands.

“three shots,”

you could cry at that statement alone. three shots got you drunk? a lightweight, “no wonder you couldn’t say no to me.” you grunt into your hands. the truth was, you only partied and drank every other friday because you missed jake. you missed the fun you two would have, and so did he. it’s like you two could never find the same again.. so when you two saw each other, it was impossible to say no and hold back.

“maybe you should stay, i’ll get you some water and take you home when the sun rises.” his hand rested on your cheek, out of instinct you swatted it away, making him hiss and chuckle to himself. “still strong as hell-.” with that he helped your take off your pants again, knowing how much you hated sleeping in them. replacing your bra with one of his white t-shirts. he picked you up off the floor and carried you back to the mattress.

jake was always there for you. his mess of an ex, good at school just not at feelings. “relax, and remember to breathe.” he said walking out of his bedroom. you sat up and looked around, screaming at yourself, in your mind. maybe you did this because you still loved him and maybe he agreed cause he’s a guy who loves to fuck. or maybe both of you are lonely, you’ll never know. you never want to know.

“here, drink this and take this powder, it’ll help with the headaches.” he gave you everything you needed. sitting next to you as he remade the bed slightly and rubbed your back. “i’m not too sure why you hate me, i’m not a bad guy. i like to think i’m nice and flirty.” he smiled to himself, making you laugh, and hit his shoulder softly. you’d broken his heart honestly, but that never stopped him from loving you.

you glanced at the boy, laying your head on his shoulder as he placed a smooth yet soft kiss on the crown of your hair. “you know... you scarred me y/n. i don’t think i can find love after you.” he chuckles, and you felt your heart sink. “but in the end, we always find each other, isn’t that a sign of something..”

“toxic?” you interrupted, a small laugh emitting from both of your lips. “but seriously, i made a mistake. you’ve forgiven me, but if roles were reversed i’d hate you for the rest of my life. why don’t you hate me- like reject me already so i can move on.” jake shook his head, a small groan leaving your lips. “this is not the love trope i manifested universe!”

jake held your chin, making you look at him. “no matter what happens to us, i’ll always be here for you. just called me and i’m on my way.” looking at his lips, those plump lips. you couldn’t help but lean into them. he felt so safe. jake didn’t hesitate, kissing you back almost instantly. pulling you into his lap and helped wrap your legs around his waist.

your kiss turned heated, running your fingers through his hair as he flipped the two of you over. pinning your body down to the bed and pressing himself between your legs. it never fails, he knows your body too well. if the powder didn’t help with the headache, jake certainly would. his hand slipped past your underwear.

running his fingers through your folds and the sound that left your throat was the prettiest if he’s ever heard one. you guide his hand slowly, pushing two of his fingers into your cunt, where you needed him the most. jake lifts the shirt over your head, tossing it away along with your panties. kissing down your body and found his face between your legs before you both knew it.

his arms lock around your thighs, licking over your wet fold before taking them in his mouth. a small sigh of relief left your chest, your hands trailing down your body as jake made out with your folds. “fuck,” you mutter, slightly arching your back. his finger slipped into your hole again, moving his lips to kiss along your thighs.

“you’re my girl y/n.” he says, his tone soft but serious. “just mine, all mine and only mine. no one else can have you.” there he was, the jake you knew so well. your back arched deeper, a moaning mess. jakes grip got tighter on you as he worked his tongue, making you to grip the sheets and his hair in result.

“jake please- im gonna..” you could feel your stomach turning. in a good way of course, that familiar feeling building up in the pit of your belly. jake didn’t stop, only sped up his actions. he wanted your juices all over his face. that turned you on, watching from above how he devoured between your legs with ease.

he licked up, flicking his tongue in small yet rapid movements over your clit, feeling you clench around his fingers. jakes mouth was perfect, yet you needed, no wanted more. “more jake please,” he took the hint, lifting his body and removing his boxers. he pumped himself a few times before easily sliding into you. a breathy moan leaving your body as you felt him stretch you out once again.

jake kissed up your body as he fingered you, leaving dark marks along your skin. “i want you.” you muster out, hearing jake small chuckle as he let ‘i know’ slip out of his mouth. you were just about to change your mind, but that was all washed away when jake slid into you with ease. stretching your hole out perfectly. a gasp leaves your lips, eye fluttering shut as jake started to thrust into you.

his hands gripped the bedsheets surrounding your head, sucking in his bottom lip as he held in strong grunts and groans. your arms wrapped around his body, he’d turned you a moaning mess. dragging your nails down his back, making the grunts finally fall from his lip. “say you wont let anyone else fuck you. ever.”

his thrust got faster and harder, hard enough to snatch your breath away from you. “only you,” you whispered. jake hums in satisfaction, lifting your leg over his shoulder. fucking you from a new angle. that threw you all the way over, the sweat forming on his body as his tummy flexed from the harsh thrusts he gave you.

“you’re my little slut. you belong to me y/n.” his hand grips your waist while the other rubs your clit. your head dips into the mattress, gripping his sheets as you clenched around his cock. “fuck- jake i’m only yours!” your moans were in a battle against the walls, who could be louder? jake made sure if he couldn’t be louder, the sound and rhythm of your skin slapping sure would work.

“i’m gonna cum,” you pant, jake pulled out while a whine ripped through the tense air. “jake please- please stop teasing me like this.” you could cry, feeling your body flip and your head press into the mattress, jake wasted not time to fuck back into you. fucking your headache, your pressure, all your worries away.

your legs shook, practically screaming into the sheets. “that’s it angel.. scream for me. we both know this won’t be the last time.” your voice would be gone when you wake up again. he fucked you so well, gripping your hair and sloppily fucking into you. your sounds hitched as you came around him, clenching and swallowing his cock helped edge him.

“can’t wait to fill you up, let you feel the warmth you thought you could get rid of.” jakes little snicker made your heart race. fuck you loved him, everything about him. especially his cock. you couldn’t take it anymore, eyes rolling back as he leans down next to your ear. whispering dirty sweet nothings into your ear while filling your pussy to the brim.

jakes hips slowed, his grip on your skin lightened then he pulled out of you. falling to the side of the mattress and panting lightly, you were sleepy all over again. your headache was gone though, and you were stuck on your ex all over again. “look who’s sleepy now. isn’t your roommate gonna kill you for being home so late?”

your tiredly slapped his arm, turning your head towards him with heavy eyes. “shut up.” you chuckle to yourself, jake took your hand and kissed it. licking his lips and cleaning your up a little, dressing you in a pair of his boxers and his shirt to make you comfortable while sleeping.

“i hope this wasn’t a silly mistake, y/n.” jake chuckles as he lays next to you, wrapping his arm around your body.

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prof hwa imagine

Warnings: 18+ (nothing wildly inappropriate happens but im tagging just in case), suggestive, teacher x student

this was a dumb "collage professor Seonghwa" prompt i wrote for my friends about seonghwa a while ago lol

!everyone depicted in this work is of age and are consenting adults!

• “miss y/n, do you mind staying after class for a moment please?” Your English professor called out to you from his desk

• you stop in your tracks and make your way over to him, waving your friends off, ignoring their childish giggles

• “sure professor, is everything ok?” You say, soft voice echoing through the now empty collage classroom

• you take a seat in the chair across from his desk

• The older man lets out a small chuckle, “mmh, you don’t have to call me professor right now. It’s after hours, just call me ,Seonghwa, ok?” He suggests, his tone now lighthearted as he smiles warmly at you from the other side of the table

• you feel butterflies roam about in your stomach as you avert your gaze from his, that smile could knock you out at any second.

• “uhm, yeah ok…s-Seonghwa..?” Feeling weird just saying his first name

• Seonghwa let’s out a breathy laugh

• “oh, you are just so adorable, you know that?”

• “well, the reason why I wanted you to stay is because I want to discuss your grades.” He states

• you swear you just got whiplash, did he just call you..cute??? Maybe you’re just hearing things…

• shaking your head to clear any thoughts, you finally speak up

• “wh-oh! Is that so?” You stutter out, still trying to recover from his comment that your not even sure he said, and now trying to focus on your academics

• “Yes now, don’t be surprised by this but, you are doing excellent in this class! You’re one of my top students, you should be proud!” Seonghwa beams at you

• you raise your eyebrows in shock at his statement

• “o-oh really? Oh wow, thank you prof-Seonghwa.” Nice one y/n…nice one.

• The man just smirks at you, something almost devious about it as he tilts his head to the side, blonde tresses falling in his eyes 

• “But I have been noticing you’ve been a bit distracted lately.” He began bluntly

• you blinked in surprise

• he rises from his chair and stalks over to the one your seated in

• “is there something,” he begins slowly, dragging out every word

• he stands behind your chair and let’s his slender fingers glide across the wooden back of the chair, mere inches away from your neck

• “distracting you, y/n?” He says lowly into your ear

• you shudder

• “uhm, yes!” You stupidly blurt out with out thinking

• Seonghwa smirks again as his hand trails from the back of the chair to your shoulder, squeezing lightly

• “oh? Is that so?” He asks

• “well,” he starts, breath ghosting on your skin as he nibbles on your ear 

• letting out a deep chuckle 

• “having distractions are no good, now are they?”

• “tell me what’s distracting you, darling.” Seonghwa insist, hand finding purchase on your neck as he kisses your jaw

• “uhm..wh-ah- I cant tell you” you gasp out

• “it’s fine, you can tell me if it’s *someone* instead of *something*” he presses

• God, he is not going to let up on this, and your not sure how much more of this you can take

• “it uh..mh. It is someone.” You say

• well…this is a start

• “who is it?” He asserted. No longer asking questions. Demanding answers

• “pr-professor I can’t tell you, it’s so embarrassing.” You begged 

• unsatisfied with your answer the man straightens up and walks back over to his chair

• leaving you a quivering mess

• sitting back in his chair he folds his hands on the desk. Face stone cold

• “this little problem with *never* be solved if you don’t *tell me* what’s going on, y/n. You know this, right?” He affirmed 

• you hung your head low

• “y-yes. I know.”

• “then why don’t you answer the question?”

• “s’you.” You mumbled 

• “what was that?” Seonghwa asked as he quirked his eyebrow up

• “nothing!” You quickly say as you stand from your chair

• “uh I said n-nothing!” 

• you both stare at each other for a moment

• Seonghwa finally gets up from his chair and walks over to you

• stepping dangerously close to you

• hand resting back on your neck

• “Speak. Up.” he growls in your ear 

• “you..I-I said it’s you who’s distracting me!” You exclaimed 

• “ah..now was that so hard to say, darling?” He murmured, his free hand giving your thigh a squeeze 

• “how am I distracting you?” He ask as he goes for your neck, leaving marks and bruises that will definitely show for days

• “ah-ah! Just everything about you is s-so distracting!” You babble out

• “yeah, like what?”

• “tell your professor what he does to distract y-“

• a knock interrupts the both of you

• giving each other an annoyed glance, Seonghwa clears his throat 

• “yes?” Seonghwas voice echos as he tries to sound as put together as possible 

• “hey, uh I got a few questions about the test for tomorrow, are you free?” You hear a male voice from the other side of the door

• your shoulders slump as you let out a sigh

• “Hwa, I told you to put the ‘out of office’ sign on your door.” You roll your eyes as you pull away from the man

• Seonghwa whines in response 

• “mmmh! Baby, I forgot I’m sorry!” He hurriedly says trying to pull you back in

• you give him a look that he knows all to well and decides to back off

• as cute as you are when your mad, he’s not in the best position to indulge in you

• speaking of that

• “u-uh Wooyoung, give me a second! I’ll be right with you!” Seonghwa says as he straightens himself up

• “hey!” He whispers

• “dinner is on me tonight, I promise.” He says to you with a wink

• “it better be.” You say as you give him a peck on the lips

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OMG NO STAWWWP!

I'm kidding please keep going. 

I can just imagine the hard degradation he would use when he's jealous, sweet Jesus.

'You think you can find someone to fuck you better than I can? No, your cunt is mine'.

No b/c I've seen his natal chart & he seems he might have a thing for exhibitionism & so imagine if all the members were flirting with you & they had to watch while he takes you in front of them.

'Go ahead & show them what a needy slut you are for me, how you're already so wet for me'.

'Do you want them to take a lick, hm? Are you that big of a slut? You'd do that right in front of me when i strictly told you to just look and not touch?' But he could almost cum on the spot when you let a fucked out smile paint your face,mumbling out a 'no,i just need you', proving him that at the end of the day he's the only one your cunt throbs for, not caring about the rest of the members watching you, completely immersed in him.

And then the degradation turns into praise. 'Let me rub your little clit as a reward hm'kay? Let them watch. That's right, only I fuck you this good, so good'

your eyes - wen jun hui

summary: your sweet boyfriend jun was always there to take of you whenever you needed to do something. you being blind hasn't really affected him in any way since he met you at a coffee house, you walking slowly besides your friend in case you trip over something and him helping you from falling over the freshly made coffee. he was sweet, kind and so caring towards you and you never had been more grateful for having him in your life. or was it your biggest mistake, to let yourself be taken care of someone whom you doesn't really know? someone who, behind the mask of his kind façade, hides a deep dark secret?

pairing: fem!reader x incubus!jun

story type: a three part series

genres: slight angst, smut, slight horror element, jun is more than he seems to be, fantasy

~ coming soon ~ don't know when i will be posting this because i have way too many drafts😭 but if you want to be added on taglist, drop a reply or an ask!

walking in on jeonghan jerking off would be quite the sight to see.

the first thing you'd notice would be the way his pretty hand coils around his even prettier dick. the tip, so pink and angry, would be carelessly ignored as his palm rubs against his long shaft. you swear that you could practically feel the vein that protrudes from him. or perhaps you just wish you did.

the second thing you'd notice would be that damned sly smirk on his face. jeonghan's ability to be an absolute dickhead, pun not intended, in any situation never fails to amaze you. somehow he's managed to make you feel flustered when you're the one who's caught him playing with himself. somehow knowing that just makes it all the more hot. and when it comes to him, no matter the situation, you're always the one who's caught blushing.

"like what you see, baby?" he says.

what a line, you think. but why did it work so well?

probably because it came from those damned lips of his. the ones that peck at your cunt and play with its wetness. you can practically feel his skin against you. oh how easy you are when it comes to him.

the third thing you'd notice is how your mind's already far too gone at this point. all you can really think about is the stretch of him inside you, and in a twisted act of self betrayal, your body acts accordingly. you feel your core ache against emptiness, your fingernails itching to touch, and the rest of you itching to be touched.

his slick hand still lazily plays the game you wish you had the control of.

"taking too damn long," he shakes his head in disapproval. "d'you even deserve to see me like this?" absolutely insatiable is what he is.

there's no stopping him when he gets like this, or anytime if we're being really honest. but it's not like you'd want to anyway.

a wonwoo thought please 😔😔😔 the man is so fiiinnnneeeee

wheeeeeew he's beyond fine. honestly his fucking stare is beyond hot it makes me wanna chew glass. so imagine he's fingering you, and you're squirming beneath him while he crooks his fingers just right. the whole time he's looking at you with that fucking stare. those dark, intense eyes just rove over your body, honing in on where your pussy greedily sucks in his fingers with each thrust, before looking over the rest of your trembling form. he runs his other hand over your quivering body, tracing the curve of your torso as you arch up, of your abdomen as it tenses in response to the pleasure. the whole time he's just watching you, observing you so attentively, taking in every detail of you lost to the throes of pleasure while he thrusts his fingers deep inside of you

there's something about him that really suits a more subdued kind of lust, carrying himself as completely composed even though he's ready to burst at the seams. like he would rub his thumb over your clit just to make you cry out and clench around his fingers, and even though all you see is a tilt of the head and all you hear is a low observant hum, he was damn near ready to cum just from the way you cry out for him. the moments would drag on so slowly, your pleasure prolonged as he just sets your body alight with his skilled hands. he’d take his time, teasing you, making you melt not with a rush of heat, but with a steady simmer that has you falling apart more and more over time.

Jealousy

Summary: Minhyuk knows you like Kihyun. He also knows that Kihyun likes you. Tired of waiting for one of you to make a move, Minhyuk decides to give the two of you a little push. Why not gift Kihyun a little jealousy for his birthday?

Pairing: Kihyun x n. Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Minhyuk being a brat, language, kissing

Words: 1,637

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The party was loud with people socializing and music playing in the background. Of course, since Hyungwon was throwing this party it was bound to be a hit. Your head nods along with the music as you nurse your drink. There’s a small plate filled with toothpicks. Those little appetizer things were so delicious you couldn’t help yourself. You’re not sure exactly what they are and are debating about asking Hyungwon about them. You are afraid to ask because knowing him each of these tiny little things probably had a large price tag. But oh my god they are so addicting!

A laugh catches your attention and you turn and see the man of the hour with your good friend Shownu. The latter is rubbing his head shyly as Kihyun pats him on his shoulder. The watch on Kihyun’s wrist catches the light and you can’t help but think back to earlier. You and a few closer friends arrived before most of the party. In that more private setting is when you gifted the birthday man with his present. The sleek and intricately designed watch adorning his wrist was something Kihyun has been eyeing for a while. Knowing this, you saved up for a long time wishing to buy it for his birthday. The look of surprise and happiness had been worth it when he opened his present.

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I don’t know who needs to hear this right now, but it’s okay if your spirituality, beliefs, and practices have changed since the beginning of the pandemic. And it’s okay if you’re still figuring out what those changes mean for you.

Just by existing in a country with a lot of cases and/or deaths, you’ve experienced a continuous traumatic event stretched out over 14+ months. Even if you personally have not been affected, your day-to-day routine has probably been disrupted in some way. This kind of continuous trauma is going to cause major changes in every aspect of your life and personality – and that’s assuming you haven’t had any other traumatic events that may or may not be related to the pandemic, like unemployment, housing insecurity, or losing a loved one.

It’s normal to see some changes in your spiritual life after this kind of trauma. Changes in spirituality are a common symptom of grief. Some people feel a stronger connection to/belief in their faith, and may become more active. Others feel disconnected from their faith and may find it difficult to find motivation for spiritual pursuits. Both are normal, healthy ways of coping with your grief.

You may also find that your experiences in the past year have lead you to reevaluate whether your beliefs and practices really work for you anymore. You may have a system, a tool, or a guide that has been a cornerstone of your spirituality for years, but that suddenly doesn’t seem to be a good fit anymore. This is normal. The world has changed. You have changed. It’s natural that your spiritual path would change with you.

You are not broken. Your gods have not abandoned you. You are a human coping with trauma, and you are allowed to make changes to your spiritual practice so you can feel more supported. 

hi i just want everyone to know that i will never ever EVER be angry with anyone for not replying to my texts even though you’re visibly online and reblogging/posting. i understand that holding a conversation takes a lot more energy and effort than scrolling and posting and that’s 100% okay. take care of yourself first. the whole idea that you HAVE to reply to someone when you’re online is toxic and makes mentally ill people feel as though they are bad friends just because they can’t always reply within minutes. 

something that my therapist taught me that really helped me have more self compassion was the concept of an inner child (please note this is not the same as having different personality states)

when I'm having a hard time with my mental health I often have a lot of negative self talk and struggle to look after myself but when I imagine telling a young version of myself the things I tell myself now, I can't.

beating myself up about a mistake? it's alright, we make mistakes and we can learn from this.

struggling to get out of bed? just try for 10 minutes, watch YouTube or listen to music and if you can't stay up we can go back to bed for a bit and try again later

need to do eat something but can't find motivation? I wouldn't let them go hungry so I'll grab a snack while I make something

need to do chores but feel like I can't? let myself dance to taylor swift and do as much as I can, maybe offer a reward afterwards.

I've found it's so much harder to be hard on myself when I imagine I'm saying those things to younger me. in an ideal world I would be kind to current myself but if I can't? I'll be kind to the six year old version of me who deserves to be looked after and cherished and told they're important. when I can't bring myself to do something for me I'll do it for them.

lmao people mock fanfiction but when u think about it some people manage to create novel-length stories that are extremely well written without getting paid and they do it on top of school and work and everything else in their lives just because they love to write and they love the original story or the people they write about like im pretty sure that’s more productive than being the person who is just sat there laughing at it all

Advice to Help Your Journey

Whether it is your Healing Journey, your Spiritual Journey, Finding Yourself, Soul Searching or any other Journey you pursue, always keep in mind it is your journey, therefore it must be your own Personal Path. Listen to those who guide you, rather than those that dictate to you. Someone who guides you will tell you how they have found their way and it may inspire you to do some things the same but in your own personal way. 

Those that dictate will say “You have to do it this way” or “It won’t work if you don’t do it a certain way”. This leaves no room for creativeness, If we were all meant to copy each other, it wouldn’t be a personal journey and there would be no point of us being individuals and we would never evolve, we would all be stuck doing the same thing over and over again, We are all here to find our own way. Not meaning there will be no similarities, but meaning it should fit and feel right for us individually.

Sometimes you may find, you will do something the same as someone else but you do it because it feels right, not because you were told you have to or this is the only way. When you are on a Journey, you are doing it to find your own path, not to journey up somebody else’s path. You are here to find the path that resonates with you, otherwise it won’t feel right and you may likely feel it’s a waste of time or too hard and give up. A lot of people starting out on a path get so confused and they are told it is going to be hard and they hear so many people say, “this is how you must do it” and everyone is saying different things and that makes it seem confusing and hard. When you find your own path it won’t feel hard it will feel good and it will feel right. 

When you listen to people telling you how, “you have to do it,” you lose your freedom and that is what your path is all about, it is the freedom to feel good, being you, the freedom to find your own way. There is no one person out there with all the right answers for you or anyone else either. But you can take a piece from each, just take the pieces that fit for you, it’s perfectly okay to do it that way.

Yes, there are structures and things that need to be considered and achieved along most paths. For example healing emotional wounds, you need to achieve self love and self respect and acceptance of who you are, so you can feel worthy, You achieve those by going within and understanding where your hurt first arose, so you can then release it by healing your inner child, but how you get there has to feel right to you, there is no one way that fits everyone, your wounds are no exact match to anyone else’s and neither will your healing be. All journeys need a structure but you are the one who chooses and designs the path.

There is a lot of very helpful guidance and advice out there but learn how to recognize guidance from dictatorship. Listen to advice, it will definitely help, I advise you to get your hands on as much advice and guidance as you can, but don’t believe there’s only one way, feeling stuck on what one person said “you have to do”, can create blockages and hurdles along your way. Listen to the choices but above all, take only what feels right to you, it will make your journey a lot smoother.

Yellowtailbirdy

“Anxiety happens when you think you have to figure out everything all at once. Breathe. You’re strong. You’ve got this. Take it day by day.”

— Karen Salmansohn.

[Caught] Park Seonghwa x Reader

Seonghwa threw his phone down next to him with an annoyed huff. He hadn’t been in the best of moods these days and it was because he hasn’t seen or felt you in what felt like forever.

He didn’t really blame you. He knew that you were really worried about the time zones and it being super late where he was whereas it was only lunchtime for you. He hardly got any sleep either way, but he’d rather spend the time talking to you than just laying there.

And to add to his list of struggles, he was incredibly sexually frustrated. He really wanted you to come, obviously not just for that reason, but you ended up not being able to at the last minute.

Having you with him would make everything so much easier. He would be able to sleep comfortably with you in his arms. He would have you encourage him when he feels off. He would have you at times like this… where his cock was so hard it physically hurt because he hadn’t done anything about it because he just wanted it to be you who took care of it for him.

He grabbed his phone and scrolled up to where you sent him pictures of the things you did throughout the days. His lip was between his teeth as he looked at the pictures you sent him before you went to sleep that previous night.

You had a pair of his boxers on with his favorite hoodie that he left for you that smelt like him and his cologne.

Suddenly, Seonghwa couldn’t take it anymore. His breath was heavy as he slipped his pajama pants off. He tossed the phone to the side, unaware that he accidentally pressed the button to the voice recording app.

Instead, he imagined the night before he left for tour. The two of you stayed up all night probably being way too loud considering the other members were trying to sleep before a long flight.

Instead, he imagined the night before he left for tour. The two of you stayed up all night probably being way too loud considering the other members were trying to sleep before a long flight.

Your moans echoed in his head as he sloppily thrust into his hand. Deep groans and moans filled the hotel room along with desperate moans of your name.

Seonghwa's mind was so clouded with thoughts of you he didn’t even hear the ding of his phone as the voice recording was sent to you.

Back in Korea, you were basically in the same boat. You’ve never been so horny in your entire life. It’s been two months since Seonghwa touched you… since you’ve heard his moans… since you’ve cum. If you were to get any type of stimulation at this point, you’d probably cum immediately.

Your thoughts were interrupted as you got a message from Seonghwa. You huffed slightly because you knew it was well past midnight and he had to be up really early but you opened it anyway.

Your eyes widened as you heard a deep moan come from your phone. You immediately stopped the recording and pressed the FaceTime button.

You gave him no time to answer before you slipped your hand in your pants. It took Seonghwa way too long to answer but when he did his face was red as he just stared at the phone, “Y-Yeah?”

“S-Seonghwa! Shut up- don’t pretend. Please just let me see.” Seonghwa was confused about how you knew what he was doing but he didn’t hesitate as he flipped the camera.

You groaned as Seonghwa’s thick red cock appeared on the screen. You let out a loud moan as your hand began to stroke your sensitive spot, already beyond sensitive. Your hand was hardly holding onto the phone and it was only showing the ceiling, “Y/n, darling. L-Let me see your face. Haven’t seen you in so long.”

Your eyes are glossy and your eyebrows are furrowed as you angle the phone back to show your already fucked out expression. Seonghwa lets out a long-drawn-out moan, “F-Fuck! You’re so p-pretty-”

“H-Hwa! Haven’t t-touched myself in such a long time! Fuckfuck!” Your back was already arching and your legs were shaking pathetically.

“S’Okay. Neither have I… been waiting for you. Can't wait to see you again darling. M-Miss you so much.” His hand moved swiftly up and down his cock in fast movements.

“C-Can’t wait for you to f-fuck me. Can’t wait to f-feel you inside of me again.” You let out a choked sob as you were on the verge of cumming, “Hwa- Please. Please-”

Seonghwa felt his cock twitch in his hand from your soft pleads. Go ahead and cum for me, darling. Go ahead and let go.” He knew you were trying to wait for him. He himself could hardly wait. Precum was constantly leaking and he was letting out guttural groans as his eyes were glued to your fucked out face.

You threw your head back and let out a series of drawn out moans while mumbling that you were cumming to Seonghwa, “C-Cumming- Cumming! I-I’m cumming. Seonghwaseonghwaseonghwa!”

The combination of your pretty face along with your pretty moans was too much for Seonghwa to handle. You forced your eyes to open as Seonghwa stated he was cumming, so you could see spurts of cum landing on his hand, stomach, and thighs. You listened to Seonghwa’s deep moans with shaky breaths as he came down from his high.

The two of you stayed like that for a minute before Seonghwa spoke up, “Darling… how did you know what I was doing?”

You stared at the screen with a confused expression, “Isn’t that why you sent that voice memo?”

[17:03 pm]

⎘ pairing: fem!reader × park seonghwa.

⎘ genre: smut, angst, enemies to fuckers lovers.

⎘ warnings: infidelity, the reader is kinda a brat and seonghwa is not okay with that, creampie, mentions of marking, brief nipple & clit play.

⎘ description: he may hate you but he hates the fact you’re with someone else more.

⎘ word count: 923.

⎘ author’s note: i was originally gonna write something fluff filled for seonghwa’s birthday but then this happened.

masterlist.

© atozfic, 2021.

“how are you still so. fucking. tight?”

his thrusts punctuate the words he speaks against your neck between the countless bites and kisses. he knows the boundaries between you both, knows to never leave his marks on you, but he wants to throw caution to the wind and give in to his desire to ruin your relationship. he wants, selfishly, to be the only one you let into your life, not just into your pants.

“…even after all the times your little cunt has taken my cock.” his rambling continues much like his thrusts. everything he’s saying seems to swim around in your head, echoing and tugging you closer and closer to the edge, tempting you to just let go and allow yourself to be held by seonghwa only.

“maybe your dick’s just too small to leave any lasting impact.” the drag of his length against your velvet walls is electrifying, lighting up the nerves all over your body as he tugs at one of your nipples with his teeth. 

“pretty sure you cried the first time i fucked you, kitten.”

“those were-” your own mouth betrays you as a moan slips out despite your attempts to suppress it, causing seonghwa to smirk because he knows. he knows the tip of him is beginning to repeatedly brush against that lethal spot inside of you, turning your brain to mush and your limbs to jelly. “tears of regret, asshat.”

he laughs, knowing how full of shit your statement is. when this little affair began, it was nothing more than a drunken accident. in theory, there wasn’t much you both liked about each other and neither of you put the effort into hide this fact. most of your mutual friends had even once made a bet on how quickly you both would start an argument. one night, the argument just went too far. 

or that’s what you prefer to tell yourself, it sounds nicer than admitting the underlying sexual tension that you’d both created over the months. one time, you’d promised this to yourself. one time and that was the craving out of your system forever. 

it took you no more than nine days to break that promise, showing up at his door after an argument with your boyfriend. 

and now? you can hardly remember what it feels like to be touched by someone other than seonghwa. yes, it’s so wrong, but it feels so right.

“turn around.” seonghwa breaks your train of thought, pulling out of you with a hiss as his hands manoeuvre you into the position he wants: ass up, your dripping slit on display while your face is buried in the sheets. you’d asked him just last week why he liked to fuck you like that, to which he lied. because, how could he explain that it was easier to detach himself from his feelings when he didn’t have to make eye contact with you, to watch your face as he overwhelmed you with pleasure?

seonghwa quickly gets back into the pace he’d set before, driving his cock into you with determination. the skin on your hips stings while he digs crescents into it with his nails, a death grip keeping you in place for him to use you like his own personal fleshlight, his favourite little cocksleeve. its his hand snaking round to rub your clit that finally breaks your resolve.

“hwa!” you practically whine his name, fuelling his ego more. there’s no sight prettier to him than you begging for his cock. “i’m gonna- fuck-”

“you’re gonna what, darling?” neither of you acknowledge the sudden new pet name, far more endearing than his usual use of kitten or whore. “gonna cum for me? make a mess all over my cock? huh?”

you don’t get the chance to reply as your orgasm flushes over you suddenly, your walls tightening around him as you paint him in your juices. seonghwa does his best to keep pace, fucking you through your high. the hands which had previously gripped your hips, now rub softly at your skin, holding you in place as he leans down to kiss along your spine.

with his own high approaching, his thrusts grow sloppier and his sweet moans reach your ears. when he feels you purposefully clench around him, seonghwa topples over the edge of sanity, his frame collapsing on top of yours as he milks himself into you, filling your hole with his seed. 

you both just lay there, sweat coated bodies stuck together as you try regain your breaths and he softens inside of you. you can’t help but whine as he slips out, rolling over to lay next to you, no words being exchanged and no glances being shared. 

you’re the first one to finally move, doing your best to find your discarded clothing and dressing yourself as quickly as possible. it’s not till you check your phone and see the notification that you realise you’re late for the reservation. you really should be more concerned with how little guilt you feel, if any at all. 

“go run along to your date, i guess.” seonghwa speaks carelessly, ignoring how much he wants to ask you to do the opposite. to stay with him, to realise what you could both have if you’d just stop being afraid to end your loveless relationship, to see he desired you in ways so much more than just physically.  

but, alas, he’s a coward. 

“just remember who’s cum it is staining your pretty panties while you’re sat across from him.”

[17:03 pm]

⎘ pairing: fem!reader × park seonghwa.

⎘ genre: smut, angst, enemies to fuckers lovers.

⎘ warnings: infidelity, the reader is kinda a brat and seonghwa is not okay with that, creampie, mentions of marking, brief nipple & clit play.

⎘ description: he may hate you but he hates the fact you’re with someone else more.

⎘ word count: 923.

⎘ author’s note: i was originally gonna write something fluff filled for seonghwa’s birthday but then this happened.

masterlist.

© atozfic, 2021.

“how are you still so. fucking. tight?”

his thrusts punctuate the words he speaks against your neck between the countless bites and kisses. he knows the boundaries between you both, knows to never leave his marks on you, but he wants to throw caution to the wind and give in to his desire to ruin your relationship. he wants, selfishly, to be the only one you let into your life, not just into your pants.

“…even after all the times your little cunt has taken my cock.” his rambling continues much like his thrusts. everything he’s saying seems to swim around in your head, echoing and tugging you closer and closer to the edge, tempting you to just let go and allow yourself to be held by seonghwa only.

“maybe your dick’s just too small to leave any lasting impact.” the drag of his length against your velvet walls is electrifying, lighting up the nerves all over your body as he tugs at one of your nipples with his teeth. 

“pretty sure you cried the first time i fucked you, kitten.”

“those were-” your own mouth betrays you as a moan slips out despite your attempts to suppress it, causing seonghwa to smirk because he knows. he knows the tip of him is beginning to repeatedly brush against that lethal spot inside of you, turning your brain to mush and your limbs to jelly. “tears of regret, asshat.”

he laughs, knowing how full of shit your statement is. when this little affair began, it was nothing more than a drunken accident. in theory, there wasn’t much you both liked about each other and neither of you put the effort into hide this fact. most of your mutual friends had even once made a bet on how quickly you both would start an argument. one night, the argument just went too far. 

or that’s what you prefer to tell yourself, it sounds nicer than admitting the underlying sexual tension that you’d both created over the months. one time, you’d promised this to yourself. one time and that was the craving out of your system forever. 

it took you no more than nine days to break that promise, showing up at his door after an argument with your boyfriend. 

and now? you can hardly remember what it feels like to be touched by someone other than seonghwa. yes, it’s so wrong, but it feels so right.

“turn around.” seonghwa breaks your train of thought, pulling out of you with a hiss as his hands manoeuvre you into the position he wants: ass up, your dripping slit on display while your face is buried in the sheets. you’d asked him just last week why he liked to fuck you like that, to which he lied. because, how could he explain that it was easier to detach himself from his feelings when he didn’t have to make eye contact with you, to watch your face as he overwhelmed you with pleasure?

seonghwa quickly gets back into the pace he’d set before, driving his cock into you with determination. the skin on your hips stings while he digs crescents into it with his nails, a death grip keeping you in place for him to use you like his own personal fleshlight, his favourite little cocksleeve. its his hand snaking round to rub your clit that finally breaks your resolve.

“hwa!” you practically whine his name, fuelling his ego more. there’s no sight prettier to him than you begging for his cock. “i’m gonna- fuck-”

“you’re gonna what, darling?” neither of you acknowledge the sudden new pet name, far more endearing than his usual use of kitten or whore. “gonna cum for me? make a mess all over my cock? huh?”

you don’t get the chance to reply as your orgasm flushes over you suddenly, your walls tightening around him as you paint him in your juices. seonghwa does his best to keep pace, fucking you through your high. the hands which had previously gripped your hips, now rub softly at your skin, holding you in place as he leans down to kiss along your spine.

with his own high approaching, his thrusts grow sloppier and his sweet moans reach your ears. when he feels you purposefully clench around him, seonghwa topples over the edge of sanity, his frame collapsing on top of yours as he milks himself into you, filling your hole with his seed. 

you both just lay there, sweat coated bodies stuck together as you try regain your breaths and he softens inside of you. you can’t help but whine as he slips out, rolling over to lay next to you, no words being exchanged and no glances being shared. 

you’re the first one to finally move, doing your best to find your discarded clothing and dressing yourself as quickly as possible. it’s not till you check your phone and see the notification that you realise you’re late for the reservation. you really should be more concerned with how little guilt you feel, if any at all. 

“go run along to your date, i guess.” seonghwa speaks carelessly, ignoring how much he wants to ask you to do the opposite. to stay with him, to realise what you could both have if you’d just stop being afraid to end your loveless relationship, to see he desired you in ways so much more than just physically.  

but, alas, he’s a coward. 

“just remember who’s cum it is staining your pretty panties while you’re sat across from him.”

Yeosang pouted, ignoring Seongwha when he sat next to him on the bed.``Come on, Yeosang, are you rot going to get ready? We're going to be late, and you know tonight is an important night! You're supposed to…” He doesn't get a chance to finish because they were interrupted by Hongjoong, knocking on Yeonsang's bedroom door.``Are you guys ready to go? Could we have a drink before we head to the party? We are going to need it!” He says as he hands the other two shot glasses and pours them a drink. As they down their shots Seongwha again tries to convince the younger to dress up and wear a mask. "Come on, Yeo! It's just a company party! It won't be that bad!"Mingi chime in. Yeonsang huff; by this point, Seongwha's grown so annoyed. And decides to take matters into his own hands by picking the younger up and carrying him to the limo.``You're going!”So help me, Yeonsang “Songwha chides as he puts the other in the car and gets in

“ Bored” would be how he described his feelings, as he sits at the bar trying to find some distraction to pass the time. As he readjusts his mask, for what seems like the millionth time, he thinks, “Geez, another boring New year's eve party that his parents were throwing!” Disappointed, knowing that besides Yeosang, there would not be anyone here to keep his interest. And he wasn't even sure the other would come?”He thinks as his best slips into the seat next to him.”Find anything or anyone that has caught your attention? You know since you seem so delighted to be here?”He teased as he ordered himself a drink and waited for Wooyoung's response.``You know I can't play this game! I'm supposed to meet Yeosang tonight, and my parents will kill me if I fuck this up.” I'm offended you would think so little of me.``I was going to suggest that you slip behind the bar pretending to be the bartender. When he spotted a man's face that has been in his mind since he had found out about the arranged marriage, however, when the other approaches the bar, Wooyoung smiles and winks as he asks him,” Can I make you drink, your hundredth patron, so your drink is on the house?” He jokes as Yeosang rolls his eyes. Wooyoung could not help but laugh at the brunette sassiness." Sorry, I'm not interested! In whatever game you're trying to play! I'm supposed to meet someone!" He hears the other confess with a slight tone of annoyance. A few minutes later when the brunette looked down and noticed the drink in front of him. Unapologetically, the other says. “Ummm, what is this? I know for a fact that I didn't specify what I wanted to drink? So what is this??” You have So many questions! That I might have the answer to, "Woo says. "While you wait for your date, how about we play a game? For every question that I answer, you have to answer one of mine, okay?" He suggests hoping that the other takes the bait. Thankfully after a few seconds of thinking, “ Okay, but only till my date gets here.” The other buffs as Wooyoung smile. "I'll go first! Now to answer your first question, the drink I made you was called "Love potion!"TIn other words, Yeosang spits out his drink.”I should have known; you would say something stupid! And totally. "He sighed. Without giving the other a chance, surprised when he hears Yeosang fire a question at him "So What is the name of the person you're supposed to meet tonight?"He curiously asked, even though he already knew the answer. " Umm, he's my boss's son, and his name is Wooyoung." The other says Woo noticed the other being hesitant about the information to a stranger. It's funny because Wooyoong knew the answer, yet to hear those words made this whole thing real. Now feeling impulsive, he ran around and took the other hand."Your board: I'm bored. We both know this party is lame, and you seem nervous and uninterested in meeting ”Wooyoung'' so let's go make our party?" He suggests before the other could answer him,m he was in the elevator taking it to the rooftop.

Once they reached the roof, he laid his jacket on the floor,or and he gestured to the other to come over laughing when the other looked annoyed but still joined him. The two of them could hear people counting down the whereas 2 minutes till midnight. " So if we're telling the truth i,'m surprised you came with me! Especially since you're supposed to be meeting some?"He confessed and got nothing but a noncommittal nod leaving them in silence that lasted a few minutes. " 10, 9, 8, 7, 6,5,4,3 2,1! Happy New year, Yeosang!" The words slip from his mouth and quickly kiss him as they get interrupted by someone clearing their throat.” When were you going to tell me who you were?” Yeosang asks, clearly feeling betrayed

And that's when he hears someone behind him.” Excuse me!!We were in the middle of something," Woo says as he looks up and notices it's his best friend.” Don't hi, me? You left and I had to cover for you! It's 9 am and if I don't get you home,you won't have time to change before your dinner date with Kane's "He jokes as he guides him out the door and into his car.

jimin in jungkook’s gcfs: tokyo + saipan

Hating my freckles (Jeong Yunho imagine)

Genre: Cute, fluff imagine

Word count: Unknown

Gif is mine

Mirrors! The worst thing that have ever been created. You were always hating them. The reason why you were feeling disgusted every time you saw them was because they always tell the truth. You might have the best idea for your self-image. And then a mirror comes and knocks your confidence.

You had never felt actually beautiful. You thought you were ugly. You thought you were tragically ugly. Just because of these marks. These awful marks!

Freckles! Every time you heard that word, you were about to hide yourself. Just because you were full of them. Your face, your hands, your legs, your tummy, your back. Everything was covered by them.

Your mum was always telling you that you are the prettiest girl ever. But, you didn't believe her. You were thinking that it would be normal for her to call you beautiful, as you are her daughter.

There was a girl at school, who was always teasing you. She was saying nasty words to you that were hurting you really bad.

But, that day it got really worse. You were walking through the school's corridor with your best friend next to you. You were talking with each other and you had not noticed the girl who was coming in front of you.

She put her leg in front of yours and it caused you to fall down. Your friend helped you stand up and the girl was looking at you with an ironical face.

"Except for ugly, are you clumsy too?", she said and everyone here laughed. You left from there with your friend, acting like you did not care.

"Don't listen to her, Y/N! You are amazing!", your friend told you. "Sorry, Y/N, I have to help Mary to be prepared for the biology test!", she said and she left you alone.

You went at the school's coutryard and you sat somewhere where you thought that you would be alone. You checked if there's anybody there and when you didn't see anyone, you started crying.

This girl was making you so sad and upset. You were hating yourself more, because of her. You were hating the way you looked like. You were hating your freckles!

"Y/N, are you ok?", you heard from behind you. You knew that voice. You turned your head to face your classmate, Yunho, standing there. "Are you crying?", he said and he came closer. "May I sit with you?", he asked and you made some space for him.

There was a silent moment, but then Yunho found the courage to speak. "I saw what happened before....", he said and you started crying more. "I just can't understand why do I look so awful!", you said. "Y/N, come on! You don't look awful! Do not listen to her words! She is jealous of you for having real friends and being a better person than her! That's why she says all those nasty comments! Do not speak like that about yourself!", he said and he touched your hand, causing you to look straight in his eyes.

"You don't understand, Yunho! I am ugly! Every time I am standing in front of a mirror, I am about to break it!", you said. "Why? Why do you think you are not pretty enough?", Yunho said. "Firstly, I am not pretty at all...", you said. "You are so stupid! Why?", Yunho said. "Because of these.", you said pointing your hand.

"Your freckles?", Yunho asked and you nodded. "Y/N, no! Oh my gosh! No! They are so pretty! They are a part of you and they are amazing! They make you stand out! Aren't you happy with that?", Yunho said. "I don't want to stand out. I want to be like normal girls. Furthermore, none is going to fall in love with me.", you said.

"Oh, yeah? Are you sure about that? Because, I can prove you that you are wrong!", he said. "How can you do that?", you said and before you finished your sentence, Yunho connected your lips and kisses you softly.

When the kissed was over, he looked in your eyes and he told you...

"If you tell something like that about yourself again, I am going to kiss you just to stop you saying these stupid things! Love you!".

The end

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Today, my therapist was talking about how the smallest bits of self-care — even making yourself a mug of warm tea — are a way of recognizing your own worth, and how meaningful they are when you really dislike yourself. “After all,” she said, “I don’t know about you, but I don’t often make tea for people I hate.”

And that really hit me, especially because I’m an acts-of-service kind of person and tea is one of my go-to ways to show people that I’m thinking about them, care about them, and hope their day could be a little better. So maybe when I make tea for myself, I’m saying that to myself, too, that I’m thinking of my own needs, caring for myself, and trying to make my day a little better. 

And that’s really important to me because a lot of days I struggle to do basic things to keep myself going and just feel like I’m self-destructive, only ever making things worse… but most days I still manage to make myself a mug of tea or two. And it’s good to know that that matters.