Masó Stories

Note: Wattpad accidentally replaced this story's description and tags with Hanazuki's. It's gotten senile. I've forgotten what the description is about, but the story's based on real life and it's sad

"Terasa sakit dan sesak, tapi juga membahagiakan saat tahu dia mencintaiku" -Naruto. SasuNaru, BoysLove, Oneshot. Warn: Player!Sasuke x Maso!Naruto sudah di uplod di Ffn dengan penname yang sama yes 😊😊

SasuSaku AU Prompt 20 S-Savers Contest: Banjir TomatCeri 2022 Sakura kehilangan kata. Untuk setiap narasi yang mereka lafalkan, untuk setiap takdir yang Tuhan bubuhkan, untuk setiap waktu yang mereka tandaskan, dan untuk setiap metafora yang fatamorgana. Setiap kata pada pesan ini adalah yang paling menyembilu baginya. Sasuke, Sakura, and Itachi are belong to Masashi Kishimoto Cover by Elnura Lusipova from pinterest

At 25, Joseph de La Croix is a broken poet, fleeing France and the memory of the men he killed during the Napoleonic Wars. Seeking absolution, he crosses the Channel to rural England, where he steps into a small parish church-and into the life of Father Charles Prescott, a 44-year-old Anglican priest and fellow veteran, quietly tormented by his own past. What begins as confession deepens into a connection neither man expects. But in a world where their love is forbidden-not only by faith, but by law-they are forced to choose between the truth of their hearts and the silence that safety demands. Set against the quiet ache of postwar England, Bless me ,Father is a story of trauma, redemption, and a love that can never be spoken aloud.

"Are you done?" I asked but I knew he wasn't. "Not even fucking close. Why, would you like me to stop?" He chuckled while staring me dead in the eyes. "No, Icas. Keep going." I uttered quietly. "Why?" His rough voice snapped my attention away from the bottle of whiskey sitting on the island to his deep set eyes. "Hmm." I smirked because I knew I wanted him to keep going. To keep braking me down, I craved it. "'Cause you like that shit? You know how disturbed you are, Akila? You may have gotten clean, but you still haven't figured this part out. Why you love being hurt, traumatized and fucking eviscerated? It's not normal. It's not healthy, and it permeates every aspect of our relationship. The way we talk, the way we fight, the way we fuck. I've dated some damaged people in my life, Akila. But none of them wanted to be debased and degraded like you. And honestly, Akila... it's nothing to be proud of. So stop fucking smiling, 'cause you look like a clown. Now there's some attention for you." I watched him as he downed what was left in his glass and walked over to the counter to fill it back up again, he was staring at the artificial fruits displayed right next to the bottle. Then he snapped his eyes back to mine, probably hoping to see any type of emotion. But I of course felt nothing. ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ Akila Soulis is a young woman who struggles with her cravings of anguish and agony, her life is spiraling and no one seems to be able to stop it. Not even the strikingly handsome Icas Angeles, but he's never been the one to pass up a good challenge. If only he knew this one would last a life time.