The Monologue From Barbie:

“I always felt that nobody was going to understand me, going to understand what I felt about things. I guess that’s why I started writing. At least on paper I could put down what I thought.”

— Truman Capote

sometimes, caring is loving oranges, and still giving three slices to your friend and eating the remaining two slices.

“I wish you could watch yourself laugh, cry, and move. You always miss everything that makes people love you. You frown into the mirror a million times because of your lopsided grin, but if you saw yourself gazing up with that same funny look, I swear you’d love yourself too.”

— tara love / you hate you for the same reasons i love you

Highs, lows and in betweens.

#pascalcampion

really REALLY soft!dom wonwoo eating you out after a stressful day... yeah

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soft dom! wonwoo who frowns at your unusual behavior when you come back home. he comfortingly hugs you when you mention your stressful day. he offers to help you relax and tells you that he'll take care of dinner and other stuff.

soft dom! wonwoo who massages your shoulders and back to relieve the tension. his fingers work into your muscles, bringing relief and pleasure. and you can't help your mind wandering, thinking how good his hands would feel as he massages your inner thigh while his tongue is pressed up against your cunt.

soft dom! wonwoo who complies to your wishes, spreading your legs open as he presses soft kisses to your thighs. he smile softly at you from between your legs, asking you to relax and to let him make you feel good. his fingers gently dig into the flesh of your thighs and you feel his warm tongue, licking up a stripe on your cunt.

soft dom! wonwoo whose lips feel so soft and gentle against your heat. he sucks on your clit, playing with it to bring you the utmost pleasure. but it so easy to get lost in your taste that he forgets to be gentle once or twice. then he presses kisses on your folds, softly apologising. “sorry, doll. y’taste so good,”

soft dom! wonwoo who noses your clit, burying his face deeper into your cunt. your breathy moans and whimpers cause his dick to throb inside his boxers and a wet patch of precum forms on it. he rubs at the sensitive bundle of nerves, loving the way your legs tremble around him.

soft dom! wonwoo who fingers you, curling his digits against that spot while licking your folds and nosing at your clit. he whispers praises while maintaining eye contact with you, softly smiling at the effect it has on you. the orgasm soon shudders through you, leaving you trembling and whimpering.

“you’re so good for me, love.” “so, so pretty.”

soft dom! wonwoo who continues to lick up all your fluids, unintentionally overstimulating you. for which he apologises as well, pressing a kiss to your clit. he pulls away, looking at your dazed state. kissing your thighs again, he pulls you into his embrace, helping you recover. he shakes his head when you thank him, telling that it's duty as your lover to make you feel better.

“you deserve this, baby. and i’m glad that i’m the one who’s providing it to you.”

You need to break sometimes, to grow even stronger.

You need to let go in life, to receive better things.

[6:37PM]

This was dangerous, and you knew it.

But that didn’t stop you from hiding between the shelves of the public library, swiftly moving between them as your eyes searched for the bandit not so far away. You did receive a few judgemental stares from other people in the library, but that didn’t matter much to you. You just didn’t want to get caught.

Praying that you won’t be noticed, you decided to make a run for it, making your quick steps quiet as you dashed towards the children’s area. You doubt he’d be able to find you here considering he’d probably be too focused on finding other people like you hiding in the main area.

Your heart was pounding in your chest, eyes frantically looking around for the person you were avoiding. Instead, all you saw was children playing with the toys the library provided while their parents searched through the tiny shelves for children’s books.

With a relieved sigh, you decided to relax, sitting down with your back against the wall. You closed your eyes to rest your mind for a bit, taking in deep breaths to reduce some of your anxiety.

Then, at the sound of sudden footsteps coming your way, your eyes shot open, hoping that those footsteps didn’t belong to the person you were hiding from.

“Y/N?”

You looked up from your position to find your boyfriend instead, watching him laugh at the sight of you hiding in the children’s section.

“Jaemin!” you whisper screamed, immediately reaching up to grab his arm, pulling him down with you. “Don’t be too loud,” you scolded.

“Woah there, tiger. We won’t get caught here.”

“You’re hiding here too?”

He nodded, keeping close to you as he peeked over the shelf in front of you both, trying to see if Renjun was near. “I’m sure we’re safe. I think he’s too focused on finding Jisung.”

You giggled at his remark, finally feeling at ease with someone by your side; that someone being the person you love oh so much. He looked at you with the brightest smile and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his arms. “I got you now, don’t worry,” he reassured, holding you close against his chest.

“You’re an angel, you know that?” You whispered, leaning your head on top of his shoulder.

“You’re going to regret saying that.”

His words made your heart drop, confused as to the sudden change in mood. “What?”

It didn’t take long for him to detach himself from you, cupping your cheeks before pressing his lips against yours.

You weren’t opposed to the affection, but his words earlier left you confused, pushing him away not so long afterwards.

“Jaemin, what the fuck did you mean by y-”

“You’re it.”

Your words stop short, watching the corners of his lips turn up into a shit eating grin.

“Wait, isn’t Renjun the tagge-”

“Gotta go, Y/N!”

“...”

this son of a bitch.

being an angel every day is hard work

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“Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.”

-Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray