#nea writes

(because I need this for myself):

I know i might be the only one who might be interested in this, but I really felt like writing some of these down because Ji-Woon Hak means a LOT to me. I’ve dreamed of him quite often lately.

They’re a bit short because my writing isn’t that good. ^^’

Enjoy~ :)

First of all, I just want to thank everyone for checking in on me and sending me the sweetest messages now that I've been gone from Tumblr. My mental health is still not the best, it's a struggle every day. But I am starting to write again and feel better for it. Since I almost have my Master's Degree finished and only have one more assignment, I plan to post the next part of Just One Kiss this week. I hope it will be worth the wait.

And thank you again for your patience!

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Light loaths the way he whines beneath L almost as much as he loves the way L feels inside of him, the way L’s long fingers feel around his neck and how their chain pools like a cool reminder of his submission in the hollow of his collarbone.

L’s voice is low and warm against the shell of his ear: “Do you hate me yet?”

It’s meant to be a taunt, and it is, but there’s a touch of sorrow to L’s voice and Light feels his gut flare with fear and somthing else: something oddly familiar but out of reach. He digs his short nails into the naked skin of L’s pale back. 

“You know I don’t,” he says quietly around a gasp.

L’s dark eyes gleam strangely in the darkness and with a practised stab of his hips he makes Light come untouched, drags a pitiful whimper from Light’s bruised throat, and whispers: “You will.” 

Light clings to him and buries his face in the damp arch of L’s neck, keeps him close the only way he knows how: the only way L will let him. 

*

Higuchi loses the notebook, and Light remembers. 

Light’s throat is still bruised from L’s hands when the helicopter blades roar above them and Light feels L’s dark gaze on him, heavy with sad anticipation. 

Light’s cheeks blossom with shame when he thinks of the noises he’s made, the promises and the way he allowed his heart to go soft for L. 

Do you hate me yet? 

L’s breath against his neck, being yanked around like a dog on a leash: Light waits for the hatred to reemerge, to cleanse him, but -  

L’s fingertips light against his brow, the morning light seemingly blue in L’s unruly hair. 

You will.

Light’s heart breaks, and he thinks: L, you idiot. It’s not up to me anymore.

The notebook burns in his hands. 

a little tarlos fic about promises and proposals as a way to celebrate the new year with all of you <3

words: 8.4k

summary:

“What?” Enzo asks, shrugging and sounding all innocent, but there’s amusement gleaming in his eyes, as his eyes dart back to Gwyn who is helping TK’s baby brother to climb onto a jungle gym, “you cannot say you haven’t thought about it.”

TK sighs, quietly.

He has thought about marrying Carlos. A few times, sometimes. He thinks it is bound to happen, to wonder about what their future looks like, and they have had a few vague and general conversations that it is something they both want in the future