#Though they keep moving my scheduled days around so that's hard to plan

[solardee]

Guess who finally got some quotes for a roof replacement and bathroom plumbing!!

Gonna be about 10 grand all together which, yes sucks a bit but is far better than I was expecting! I will have two whole functioning bathrooms in this house for the first time since I bought it finally c:

#Dee talks #Now all I gotta do #Is figure out how the hell to take out a personal loan from a bank #I mean I know how it works and I've done some research #But specifics are beyond me #Hopefully shouldn't be too hard thankfully since by some miracle I have really good credit #But ye! #Helps that I'm now working a mid shift rather than Nights entirely #Though they keep moving my scheduled days around so that's hard to plan #Gonna have to fit it around the trans-masc therapy program I'm starting next month too uGH #Being an adult is so busy sometimes

[faraway-archive]

My Own Hole

Yan!Jock x FTM reader

Tw: stalking, force r@pe, non-con/dub-con, smut (of course), yandere behavior, breeding, overstimulation, fucked senseless, semi de-trans, male praise

AN; not really proof read sorry in advanced, this was supposed to be posted on my birthday (Jan 14th) but than I got distracted lol

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊

You've been living the college life, trying to get by while making sure you're on top of your academics. You got invited by your friends to go to this college sport game to cheer on your college, agreeing since your friend didn't want to go alone. When you arrive and looked around the court, it was humongous and you can't believe that your own college made it to state final. After you and your friend found your seats, you see each team member from your college huddled up with their coach to talk about what you can only assume is their team plan.

While waiting for the game you get the feeling that someone was staring at you but you can't tell from who. Until you look back down at your college team to realize it was one of the sports member, once you notice him, he gave a smile and went back to talking to his team. Confused you looked away and went on your phone, waiting for the game to start.

It was getting intense, one side keep one upping but the other side catches up. You never thought that you would be this into your own college sport team winning. You knew that your college ranked in sport is decent but you never knew they could go this hard. While cheering your team on, you didn't notice the same guy glancing back at you and his eyes widen. He convinced himself that you were cheering for him and manage to get the win within the last seconds of the game being over. Everyone cheered as soon as that final point went in. Everyone was so happy and he wanted to scoop you right up and hug you.

But you didn't even know him, but he knew you. You and him had a class together but never interacted. You sat near the front of the class while he sat in the back. He has always admired you from the first day of seeing you in class. Something about you invaded his mind. He couldn't get enough of you and wanted you all by himself. So he stalked you. Memorizing your schedule, your route to and from college, what your day is like if it's the weekends. He even found your own social media and couldn't get enough of looking at you. He wanted you to be his. His own partner. He wanted you to wear his jersey, cheering him on, visiting and staying at his place. Not to mention the things he wanted to do with you in private, on his bed. He wanted to see you beg for his cock, screaming his name, seeing your body reacting to his cum, cumming inside of you, the whole 9 yards.

Once the game has finally ended, you and your friend took the bus home, leaving him behind. Which was unfortunate for him because he wanted you in his car and to talk to him. But no matter, he will get you to notice him and talk to him. No matter what.

While heading back to your apartment you didn't notice the same guy peeking around the corner. And as soon as you walked in, he quickly scrambled to get in, holding his breath as he was a couple inches away from you. One wrong move and you would hear him. Thankfully though because you were tired, you never looked behind you and bee-lined to go shower. He let out a breath of relief once you left the entry-way.

Carefully he slowly approached your shower as he hears the water flowing, he can only imagine what your body looked like. Biting his lips and touching his harden dick, trying to relive himself but he couldn't. He needed to wait until you got out so he slowly walked to your bedroom and hid near your closet.

After what felt like ages you came out of the bathroom, towel wrap around you as you head towards your closet. With your back to him, he quickly grab you and one hand covering your mouth. Shocked you stood still as he heavily breath down your neck, his hand making your towel drop down onto the floor.

Hand traveling down your tight cunt that's when you came back to reality and tried to wiggle your way out. It was no use this guy was taller, huger and stronger than you. Whimpering you beg him not to rape you and just take what he needed.

Chuckling he mumbled, "The only thing I need is you, darling. I've been watching you for so long and I can't wait anymore." And before you could ask, he toss you onto your bed and clime on top of you. It was the guy from the game! The guy who was looking at you! You couldn't believe it, why would he be after you? He must have seen your confused look and he smirked at you. He already took off his clothes including his underwear. You can see his hard dick twitching at you, waiting to be put into your cunt.

"You like what you see pretty boy? You want this dick in your little needy hole?" Whimpering you slowly backed away but it was no use, he grab your ankle and pull towards him. Rubbing his dick on your cunt, smearing his pre-cum and slowly teasing you by putting his dick in your fold but doesn't fully go through.

"Don't think you can runaway now. I wasn't expecting you to have a tight looking cunt but a dick. But I won't complain. I like having a hole dedicated to my cock. You're perfect for me. I can't wait for my dick to be in this tight boy cunt of yours." Moving his dick to the side, he started to finger your hole. Flinching at the sudden entrance of your hole you squeak, quickly covering your mouth to not let any other sound out.

Smirking he pins both of your hands above you and he keeps fingering you. Slowly moving in and out, rubbing your clit and picking up the pace as your organism reaches near. Biting your lip, you couldn't keep your voice in and you let out a moan. Begging him to let you cum but he stops as you were about to cum. Whining you beg for him to finish you. He enjoys you pleaded look and the way you beg, it was much better than he imagine it would be. Grabbing his cock he gently slaps it against your needy hole.

"You want this? Beg for it more darling." Whimpering, you start begging for his cock, for him to ram it into you, for him to fuck you senseless, wanting him to ruin your hole and your mind. Just begging for him to fuck you. After hearing you beg, he finally gave in and shove his dick in. You let out a big moan and a breathily sigh. You didn't realize how huge his cock was, considering it was sorda hidden from you. You can feel his dick twitching in you, you slowly moved around to get more friction; to ride off of his dick but he never moved. Instead he watches you be a drunken mess trying to get your organism.

After what seems like awhile he starts moving, and moving fast. Both of you ride each other's high and as he fucks you, he lets go of your hands and grabs you waist. To get more leverage and to just ram into you as much as he could. While fucking he leans over to kiss you and you happily kiss back, wrapping your arms around him and legs around his waist, he continues to fuck you senseless. Even after multiple organisms and begging him for stop, he never does and fucks you until the sun comes up.

I hope you liked this~ <3 sorry again for any grammar errors or sentences that doesn't make any sense.

#✒ Fx's writing #ftm ns/fw #trans ftm #trans man #smut #x reader #ftm reader #male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere lemons #yandere writing #yandere jock #college jock #yandere text #imagine #rapekink #rapedoll #cnc k!nk #nsft

[thankskenpenders]

And now for something new

So, here's something I was never planning on doing, but I just couldn't shake the idea... Thanks Ken Penders is gaining a sister blog featuring an entirely different comic franchise!

Introducing... Thanks Steve Ditko, a blog where I read the Earth-616 Spider-Man comics, starting all the way back in the '60s! It's gonna be much more casual and less thorough than how I run things here on TKP, though, which I'll explain in a sec.

If seeing me post weird bits from old Spider-Man comics sounds fun and you need no further info, then just head right on over to Thanks Steve Ditko. But for longtime TKP readers, I know you probably have questions...

Number one: Why?

Spider-Man's always been my favorite superhero, and with the Spider-Verse movies kicking ass and my excitement building for the new Insomniac game, I've been in a Spidey mood. Inevitably, a thought occurred to me: Maybe I should actually read the comics that everything else is built off of and see the wildly varying contributions of all the original creators, rather than filtering them through big budget adaptations. If I can power through One Piece and all these other manga with hundreds of chapters, it can't be that hard... right?

And, well, after a few issues I quickly realized that my options were to either clog up my other accounts with random Spider-Man panels for years, or to just make a side blog. And so the side blog was born.

Two: Will this blog replace Thanks Ken Penders?

NO!!!!!!!!!

Okay but prove it

To allow the two to exist side-by-side, Thanks Steve Ditko will have a different format than what Thanks Ken Penders developed. Rather than an in-depth guided tour that critically analyzes every story beat of every issue, TSD will just be a place for amusing panels and brief thoughts as I casually read the comics at my own pace.

If you've seen me make a few tweets about reading Spider-Man recently, I'm basically just moving that to a dedicated Tumblr. It's a place for me to dump these things so that it doesn't fill up my media tab on Twitter for the next decade. (You know, assuming Twitter is still around in a decade.) There will be many issues where I only post two panels that I thought were funny. There will be issues where I don't have anything to say at all. Maybe I'll reach a run that I just cannot get into, and I start skipping around more. Who knows!

This may sound similar to what I thought this blog would be before it blew up. Aside from the simple fact that there's already mountains of Spider-Man commentary out there and therefore less of a void for me to fill, one of the main steps I'll be taking to avoid repeating the past is not enabling an ask box on TSD. I do not need people to ask me to go into ten times more detail on everything. I do not need to write seven essay-length responses to questions about Spider-Man minutiae every day. I do not need a place for people to chide me for not covering certain scenes, issues, or ancillary series.

It also won't have any kind of update schedule. I'm trying to keep it very casual. I'm reading these comics at my own pace, and if I feel like sharing a moment or commenting on something while doing so? It goes there. That's it.

(On the subject of format changes, I'm also listing the issue, writer, and penciller in the body of every post. This is a thing I wish I'd done on TKP so that people didn't misattribute every weird Archie Sonic panel I post to Penders.)

Three: So when will TKP come back from hiatus? You said it'd come back after you finished SLARPG!

I don't know! Sorry. I have a couple things on the backburner right now for TKP, but I'm not sure when I'll get back to proper updates where I read more comics.

I wanted to bring TKP back this year, and that's still possible. The main hurdle is that I want to reread my own archive (again) as a refresher, which is, uh. A lot of posts. I've developed a high standard for myself on here, and I feel like I wouldn't be doing my job right if I forgot half the ongoing subplots and character arcs and didn't bring them up in my analysis. Especially when I'm discussing the work of an author as obsessed with continuity as Ian Flynn. Unfortunately, the nature of this blog means that every time I go on another long hiatus for Life Reasons I have even more comic continuity to catch up on than last time.

(This is a big part of why I'm making Thanks Steve Ditko an extremely casual blog instead of promising to become a Lore Expert on 60+ years of Marvel.)

Mostly I've just been very burnt out this year after having finally finished a video game that took almost eight years to make. I haven't really had the energy for any creative projects, including TKP. But I feel a little bit of a spark here with Spider-Man, so I'm chasing that feeling to try to get back into the swing of blogging about comics - no pun intended.

So, basically, bear with me on this as I start this low-energy side project. But hopefully folks will enjoy Thanks Steve Ditko as its own thing, too.

Look forward to goofy shit like this

#tkp post

[bluehourbucky]

Ooo I'm a different anon but could u do a part 2 for the vampire oje. Doesn't have to be smutty. Just love their interactions

Bite me

pairing: vampire!bucky x innocent!reader

warnings: blood / bj / sucking blood / face fucking

a/n: sorry it took so long hope you like it

18+ ONLY

minors do not interact

strawberry juice (part 1)

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Bucky was surprised how quickly you've accepted that you'll be his for the time being, he didn't even have to hypnotise you.

"My new home? Why? "

"Oh my darling you're just so precious, you see I need you to survive and you want to help me right?"

you looked confused so Bucky continued.

"So as you can tell already I'm a vampire doll, and I need blood to survive and you just happen to have the tastiest blood that keeps me fed for a long time. We can do this the easy way or the hard way the choice is yours."

You sat there on the bed trying to put your brain to work and figure out what to do but your brain just wouldn't cooperate. It's like there was fog clouding it.

"Are you going to hurt me?"

Bucky had smiled flashing his fangs at you which made you avert your gaze.

"Depends."

"On what?"

"If you're a good girl or not."

And so far you've been so good and Bucky was thriving, he'd never been so well fed he didn't even have to slumber to get energy.

Steve had been extremely kind and helpful to you, he didn't treat you like a prisoner.

As of recently you've started going on walks with both Bucky and Steve, never alone though.

"But I won't run away." you tried to argue and you really hadn't planned on going anywhere, you were well fed Steve had cooked well balanced meals every day, you had a room and everything at your disposal.

You even wanted to help around the house but Steve wouldn't let you it was his job and his job only.

It wasn't that bad at all.

Paid food, housing and you didn't even have to work except when Bucky was taking the blood from you but that wasn't even that bad since Steve was taking little amounts of blood putting it in blood bags for Bucky, like donating blood but to a vampire.

All in all not bad.

However your sleep schedule was messed up.

Most of the times you didn't know if it was day or night because of the blinds and dark curtains covering all of the windows most of the time.

It has been around 2 months since you've started living with them and you still didn't understand what made your blood special, Bucky wouldn't tell you.

"Good morning doll, when will you start wearing pants around the house, you're tempting anyways."

Since the first night Bucky hadn't touched you like he did the first night. Bucky was sure if he did something like that again he wouldn't be able to stop himself from taking you.

You turned quickly almost dropping your midnight snack on the floor.

"I was just-"

"No need to explain yourself doll, just heard you thought I should keep you company, maybe even get a breakfast while I'm at it."

For some reason, your legs shiver and the need to close your thighs overwhelmed you so you just do that. Since you'd "moved in" he'd kept a distance and you'd be lying if you said it didn't hurt you. You missed talking to him, he didn't even tell you about the books he'd read.

"You never keep me company you're just hungry."

Bucky was taken aback by your words. You're his sweet girl you've never talked like that to him. But maybe you're right he hasn't been keeping you company he avoids you like the plague, it's been weeks since he drank from you physically.

If he was being honest he liked you way more than he'd like to admit. Yes your blood was good but he started feeling guilty.

"Do you want my company, pretty girl?" He'd come close to you, and you sucked in a breath, Bucky had taken the bowl from your hands.

He caressed you cheek softly, his finger barely touching you, but making your body temperature rise nonetheless.

"Why don't you look at me huh?" Bucky lifts your chin and your eyes meet his, oh and they are so pretty and your pretty pink lips that would look even better around his cock.

"Please." you don't even know what you're begging for, his attention, his touch?

"Please, what darling? Use your words pretty girl."

"Pay attention to me. You've been ignoring me I don't like being ignored. I wore so many pretty clothes and you won't notice me."

His pretty girl is an attention whore.

"Oh don't you worry, I noticed you, I heard your little whimpers when you tried to take care of the ache between your legs and you just couldn't. The little shorts and dresses you've been wearing were the only thing I paid attention to."

As if the weight has been lifted off your shoulders you smiled exhaling, blood was what Bucky lived off, but you lived for attention.

"Really? Why didn't you talk to me then! You didn't even tell me if you liked the book you were reading."

Bucky chuckled, damn you were adorable.

"Well I'll tell you if you do something for me."

You nodded eagerly.

"You don't even know what I want you to do."

"But I want to know."

"Have you ever heard of "curiosity killed the cat?""

"Pff that's not real. Tell me."

He'd taken your hand and let you to his bedroom , he didn't need Steve coming in and ruining the fun.

"Where's your bed? Do you not have a bed?"

Bucky laughs, it's been a while since he laughed so much.

"I don't need a bed."

His bedroom was more like a formal lounge room the long couch a fireplace and a lounge chair and of course a coffin standing against the wall. Bucky let's you scan the room before talking again.

"Okay that's enough looking come here." you obey instantly.

Bucky stands between the fire place and the couch in the middle of the room and picks up a pillow behind him, throwing it down on the carpet in front of him. Your eyes follow him.

"Go on." he points to the pillow and you just stand not sure what you should do. Seeing you need guidance Bucky grabs the back of your head and lowers you to your knees. He didn't use any force.

"Wil you tell me now?" your doe eyes look up at him innocently.

"Nope, we haven't even started, doll."

"But-"

You are cut off by Bucky pushing your face into his clothed buldge. He's been wanting you like this for a while and who says dreams don't come true.

"See what you do to me? Need you to take care of this before I tell you about the books I've read."

"But I don't know how." you want to do whatever he needs you to but you've never done anything like that before.

"Don't worry precious I'll help you, why don't you help me take these off first." Bucky takes your hands and leads you to the waistband of his sweatpants. You pull it down and Bucky instantly feels better, his hard on is still trapped in his underwear but much better with one layer taken off.

"Good girl." you sit not knowing what to do next so you take the waistband of his underwear releasing his painfully hard cock.

You forget to breathe, and don't know where to look and right as you were about to turn your head Bucky holds it in place.

"You need to see what you've done pretty." With one hand in your hair and the other on his length gathering the precum.

"Open up" and you do, he slips two fingers into your mouth loving the way you look tasting him.

"Give me your hands put them here." Bucky places your hands at the base of his cock, your hands are warm and soft and he thinks he's about to cum with just one touch.

"That's it." he praises you when you start moving your hands, your movements are a bit sloppy but enjoyable.

He groans when you squeeze him a bit harder.

"Sorry!" you think you've hurt him so you stop.

"Oh don't you dare stop now." Bucky says looking down at you, and what a sight to see. Your little hands hugging his thickness, he needs your mouth immediately.

"Open up for me." Bucky says, taking his cock and slapping it on your mouth.

"More." he says sternly and you open as wide as you can.

"There you go." Bucky smiles when you close around him, he's only half way in but it's already too big for you. He starts using your mouth, his thrusts are gentle not pushing you further into him. Your hands are on his thighs holding on but not for long.

"What you can't fit in you hold in your hands understand?" you nodd and immediately take the rest of his length, you use one hand to pump him and the other gets a hold of his balls. Bucky moans the moment he feels your hands on his balls playing with them.

"Doing so good pretty girl" he groans and feels his self control slipping, he needs you to take all of him. Bucky couldn't take his eyes off of you tears rolling down your red face. You suddenly pull away panting.

"Can't breathe." Bucky chuckles and brings you to his cock again.

"Breathe through your nose honey." Once you've gotten used to it Buckys thrusts became more frantic and unforgiving. He didn't stop when hit the back of your throat and you gagged saliva falling down your neck right between your breasts.

"Fuck me." Bucky breathes out, and with every thurst he groans and moans absolutely using your throat for his pleasure. Eyes rolling to the back of his head when your throat contracts squeezing him just right.

"So good, right there." you're holding tightly onto his thighs your nails digging into them which just sends Bucky into euphoria.

"Don't you dare spit out." Bucky says through gripped teeth just seconds before he finishes into your mouth sending cum down your throat. He rides out his orgasm his cock finally softening as he shoots the last drop of his cum.

Bucky pulls out and shuts your mouth closed like you're a dog.

"Swallow." not knowing what else to do you swallow the salty substance.

"Such a good girl for me." he says when you open your mouth to show him that you've swallowed every last drop. Some of it managed to escape and dripped down on your shirt but that's okay.

"Can you tell me now?" you manage to say despite it hurting of your throat.

"Of course darling. Just clean me up first and I'll tell you everything."

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[THE END]

please I know this was bad smut but I'm trying! I'm not used to writing it and I hope I did a decent job!

I would appreciate tips or constructive criticism what I could do better <3

likes comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #vampire!bucky x innocent!reader #vampire!bucky #vampire!bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky masterlist #sebastian stan characters #bluehourbuckyask #bucky smut

[youunravelme]

Hey baby, happy 1000!

Your writing is always sweet and warm, happy that you are having such a well-deserved recognition! 💜

Could you grace us by writing to Anthony with the prompt “Nibbling on their partner’s lower lip as they kiss, letting their hands wander. Cupping their face in their hands to hold them their just a while longer.”?

Ily 💜

thank you thank you !! and AHHHHH thank you for choosing good ole sweet nugget anthony! (ilhsm)

thanks for the request!! it's right below! (and this request, just like the last one, got away from me yet again.)

anthony's trade still left a sour taste in your mouth. you were in no position to job hunt, and you weren't keen on up and quitting.

so you managed long distance.

for months

and god it sucked.

your schedules barely aligned to talk on facetime, and if both of you were free, one of you was too tired to talk, which ended in one of you hanging up when the conversation died down. it was hard, managing a social life when all you wanted was your boyfriend, it was even harder knowing he was trying just as much to have a good time in vancouver.

the offseason was wonderful, with anthony splitting time between new york with you and time with his family.

but when august hit, and he packed his last bag, it took everything in you to wait to cry until he left for tsa.

so when your boss came up to you a month later and suggested you could work remotely, you almost cried and hugged her.

you refrained and called mat instead.

"hey what's up? everything okay?"

you laughed into the phone, so hard you almost started crying. "my boss told me i can work remotely."

"oh," he said before his voice came back even stronger. "oh!"

"i can move to vancouver!" you were crying now, though someone might think the word "weeping" was more applicable. "no more long distance, no more falling asleep on calls."

"have you told him yet?"

you paused. "no, i think i wanna surprise him." you'd been planning it all day, they were playing the ducks this week in vancouver. and while you would've loved to wait until next week when they played the isles, you didn't think you could wait that long to see him.

so you booked your plane ticket, and mat gave you a list of suggested hotels that were safe and close to the arena.

"not that you'll need a hotel once he finds out you're in town," mat said.

mat had also pulled some strings for you by asking bo horvat to let one of his former teammates know to let you down to the locker rooms at the end of the game. he'd also sent a list of things to do in vancouver while you waited for the game to start.

which would ultimately be a waste because you ended up spending most of your time before the game pacing the floor of your hotel room. you would've paced up and down the plane aisles if you were allowed, so you settled for bouncing your leg instead.

by the time you made it to the stadium, you were like two hours early, just in time for the doors to open. initially, you thought about waiting so anthony wouldn't spot you in the small crowd, but you couldn't keep waiting and delaying the inevitable.

not when you were in the same city for the first time in months since the off season.

you walked into the arena, pulling your jersey's sleeves over your hands in a sad attempt to keep them warm. around you were others dressed similarly, many of whom were wearing your boyfriend's jersey.

it was weird, even though you'd had time to get used to him not wearing an islanders' jersey, you'd never actually been to a home canucks game where multiple people were decked out in 72s.

god you couldn't wait to see him.

your phone buzzed in your back pocket and when you pulled it out, you saw anthony's contact photo filling up your screen.

"hello?"

"hey baby," anthony started. "how're you doing? have any plans for tonight?"

you smirked to yourself. "nothing too special," you said. "just seeing a friend i haven't seen in awhile."

"is that so? how was work--" he cut himself off. "where are you right now? it's kinda loud." you could hear him typing on his phone. "wait, why can't i see your location? where are you? are you safe? do i need to call mat?"

you laughed, missing him even now that you were in opposite ends of the arena. "no baby, i'm fine. sometimes my phone just glitches out."

"if your phone keeps glitching, you need to get a new one. i don't like not knowing where you are."

"anthony--"

"i'm being dead serious, honey. i will buy you a phone if you're concerned about money, but i'm not comfortable with not having a reliable way to get up with you."

"my phone is fine."

"you just said it's glitchy." you rolled your eyes and sighed. "don't roll your eyes at me!"

you blinked. "how did you know i rolled my eyes?"

anthony's chuckle sounded through the receiver. "baby, i've been in love with you for a long time, i know you." you could fill the heat flood your body from your toes to your nose. "don't get shy on me now, honey. you know i love you."

"i know," you said. "i just like being reminded of it."

there was a commotion in the background of his phone that told you he was about to hang up.

"hey, listen i gotta go but can i call you later?"

you smiled to yourself. "i don't know, anthony, i think i'm gonna be busy later."

"too busy for me?"

"'fraid so."

he sighed. "fine, call me when you get home tonight, okay? if you don't, i'm calling mat to check on you."

"okay, baby. i love you."

"love you more."

and he hung up.

you made your way to your seat, sitting behind the front row of home bench and readying yourself with your beanie to cover your hair and face when needed. you scrolled through your social media accounts and answered some text messages, specifically from mat who was begging you to take a video of when anthony finally saw you.

before you knew it, the music started playing and boos emanated from the crowd as the ducks skated out. your gaze went back to your phone for a second to pull up the video as the canucks came out. the entire arena erupted into cheeks and celebration.

you had your phone aimed at the bench as soon as anthony came towards it. you didn't think it was possible to hide yourself behind a small cellular device, but he didn't manage to see you. for a moment, you saw him squint in your direction, but a teammate grabbed his attention before he could really hone in.

the game itself was interesting, anthony had one assist and one goal by the end of the night, with the canucks winning 5-3. at the end of the game, a security guard came over and grabbed you, offering to escort you to the locker rooms.

you stood and waited outside with the other wags, most of whom didn't recognize you initially. it wasn't until one of them mentioned knowing you from somewhere that you mentioned who you were dating. you lost track of how long you talked to them when the doors opened and the players walked out.

you stared and waited in anticipation of seeing him, knowing good and well the second you did, you wouldn't be able to control yourself.

and there he was, staring at his phone, probably texting someone back.

and you had an idea.

you immediately pulled up his contact info and hit the call button as you watched his face light up and quickly pick up the call.

"hey," he said, holding a hand to his other ear to hear you. "i thought you said you couldn't talk tonight."

"change of plans," you replied, not helping the smile that's on your face.

some of his teammates came up and clapped him on the shoulder, but he paid them no attention. quinn even tried to point towards you, but anthony waved him off.

"what're you gonna do now?"

you hummed. "i think i might take a handsome man home."

immediately, anthony's posture tensed, though you could still see the slight smirk on his face. "don't joke about that."

"oh i'm not joking. i'm just waiting for him to look up and notice me."

"how could anyone not notice you, baby?"

you shrugged, knowing he couldn't see you. "i don't know anthony, how could you not see me?"

he pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at it like it had suddenly grown legs before he looked up and around everyone, eyes scanning those around him.

before those beautiful blue eyes landed on you.

you don't think someone has ever hung up a phone call as fast as he did.

you don't think anyone has crossed a room as quickly as he did.

you don't think...

well, as soon as his lips met yours, you ceased to think.

his hands were on your cheeks, his teeth pulled on your bottom lip. you weren't sure if he cheeks were still damp from the shower or if he was crying, not that it mattered to you. being held like that was everything you didn't realize you missed.

suddenly, you were missing the moments of lazy saturdays and pancakes for breakfast.

and you had it here right now.

you'd have it forever once you packed up your old apartment.

"what're you doing here?" he breathed into your mouth, like he was too scared to pull too far away, scared that if he did, you'd be a mirage or a figment of his own imagination.

"i thought it was obvious. i'm here to see you."

he rolled his eyes but kissed you again. "i missed your smart mouth, doesn't hit the same over the phone."

you placed your hands on his chest and felt the pounding heartbeat beneath the fabric of his clothes. "i came to give you good news."

"and?"

"my boss told me i could start working remotely."

he blinked.

"meaning, i can work anywhere i want, occasionally coming into the office about once a month if that."

he blinked again before exhaling what sounded like the most heartbreaking sigh of relief. "so you can move here? be with me?"

you laughed and nodded before he pulled you into another kiss. "anthony, baby, we're in public," you said, trying to pull away.

but his arms just grabbed you by the hips and pulled you closer. "don't care," he said. "i haven't seen my girl in months, if anyone has a problem with my kissing her, then that's a them issue."

you rolled your eyes but kissed him again anyway.

"i love you," he whispered. "i'm so glad you're moving here."

"love you more."

#anthony beauvillier imagine #anthony beauvillier #tito beauvillier #tito beauvillier imagine #nhl blurb #nhl imagines #nhl imagine #1k celebration

[sissylittlefeather]

Just when you thought it was over...

A Very Quiet Life: Epilogue

A/N: Y'all know I couldn't leave you without ANY smut to end this series! This really is it, though.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut, fingering, kissing, cussing, oral sex (both receiving), reader calls Elvis daddy in a sexual context... don't want to give too much away here...

Links to the rest of the series in case this is the first you've seen it:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Just a little happily ever after...

Song that started it all:

Gif set to end all gif sets:

Epilogue

It's been a year since the day the kids call "Happy Breakfast Day". Elvis moved into your house the next week, rocking the neighborhood with a bigger scandal than it had ever seen. Susan Walter still won't speak to you, but you don't consider it much of a loss. Beth successfully sold the house to a nice family from Chicago with 4 kids that love to play with yours. She moved downtown to be closer to her office... and her boss.

Today is your wedding day. You and Elvis didn't wait long after his divorce was finalized to start making plans. Now, you're standing in a dressing room looking at your dress hanging on the back of the door. It's a modest little number in eggshell with a knee-length skirt. This being the second wedding for both of you, you decided to keep it small and informal.

You're holding a crumpled piece of paper in your hand as you stare at the dress. You can't do this without telling him. You poke your head out of the room and holler at your sister.

"I need Elvis! Will you get him for me?" She looks at you like you're crazy.

"You know that's bad luck."

"I don't care. I need him."

"You're literally going to see him at the altar in two hours."

"Yes. And I'm telling you, I need Elvis now." Just then, he rounds the corner.

"Who needs me? Ack! I'm not supposed to see you!" He covers his eyes and tries to walk over to you, bumping into a chair on the way.

"Oh, will you just come in here? I'm not even in my dress yet." He uncovers his face and looks at you with his eyes lit up, hoping you're naked. He walks into the dressing room and is disappointed to see you're wearing a robe. Still, he puts his hands on your hips and looks at you lustfully.

"If ya need me that bad baby, we can just skip the wedding..."

"No. Elvis. I-I, well, here." You push the piece of paper into his hand and stand back waiting for his reaction. He looks down at it.

Ms. Y/l/n, the blood test confirmed your pregnancy. Please schedule another appointment as soon as possible.

He stands there speechless for a second. Then he looks up at you with tears in his eyes.

"Pregnancy?"

"Yes."

"A baby?"

"Yes."

"Our baby?" This time you just nod your head. There's a lump in your throat that keeps you from speaking. He drops the paper on the floor and wraps himself around you, kissing your cheek and pressing his face to yours. You feel a tear escape and slide down, not sure if it's his or yours. He pulls back and kisses you fully on the mouth. Then, he presses his forehead into yours and closes his eyes.

"This is the best news, honey." You figured he would be happy, but this is even better than you expected. He's downright elated.

"The kids! Do they know?"

"I figured we would tell them together later. Jane will be thrilled. She's been asking for a baby for years. Michael's a wild card, but he won't mind as long as you still read comics and build cars with him." He nods fervently.

"They're still our kids. This is just another one to add to the pack. Oh, baby, I'm so happy!" He nuzzles into your neck and squeezes you. Then, he pulls back quickly.

"Was that too hard? Can I squeeze you?" He looks at you with a concerned frown on his face. This is going to be fun. You laugh and assure him that you can do pretty much everything you normally do.

"Everything?" He raises his eyebrows suggestively. You respond by running your hands up his chest and kissing him deeply. He takes the hint and grabs the back of your thighs, lifting you so that your legs wrap around him. He carries you to the little couch and lays you down underneath him. He kisses down your neck and chest to the place where the robe comes together between your breasts. Slowly, he pulls on the belt and slides the pieces of your robe to the side and off of you.

His eyes widen when he sees your white lace bra and panties. They were supposed to be for tonight, but you don't care. He presses his lips to your nipple through the lace before removing your robe and bra and then kissing down your stomach. He stops at the top of your panties and kisses gently just below your belly button. Then, he runs his tongue along the line where the lace meets your thigh. His closeness to your center has you dripping with desire. He slides his thumb between your legs and under your panties, feeling the wetness.

"Mmm. That didn't take long."

"Blame the pregnancy hormones." You both laugh. He uses his thumb to make circles on your sensitive button. A soft moan escapes your lips and he smiles. He pulls your panties to the side and slides two fingers into you. He loves to watch you be undone by him, so he moves his fingers inside you, eliciting another moan and more wetness from you. Eventually, he pulls his fingers out to slide your panties down. You whimper a little at the sensation of emptiness. When he gets back up to your center, he presses his mouth to you and swirls his tongue in a circle.

"Oh my god..." you moan loudly. He laughs.

"Shhh, baby, everyone is right outside. You're going to have to be quiet for me. Can you do that?" You whimper and nod. He lowers his face back down to you and drags his tongue up your slit slowly, then goes back down and pushes his tongue into you. You arch your back and suppress a moan, somewhat unsuccessfully.

"If you can't be quiet, I'll have to stop." He says sternly. Now it's a game. You whisper frantically.

"No! No, I can be quiet. Don't stop." You weave your fingers in his hair and gently push his head back down to you. He smirks, enjoying your need for him, and then goes back to work with his tongue. You bite your lip and squirm a little, trying desperately to stay quiet. As your climax builds, the softest moan escapes your lips and he pulls back.

"I said quiet." You nod wildly and without even thinking a response slips out..

"Yes, daddy." His eyes widen and darken. Hearing you call him daddy impacted him in a way he didn't expect.

"Say that again."

"Yes daddy." You feel his breathing speed up and he goes back to licking you with a new urgency. When he can tell you're right on the edge, he whispers into you.

"Come for daddy." And you do, pleasure rushing through you until your fingertips tingle, wetness spilling out of you uncontrollably and your legs quaking. It feels like your body is disconnected and floating while he continues to move his tongue over you. Finally, you come back to earth. Elvis stands up and takes his shirt and pants off. Before he can lay back down on you, though, you sit up and pull his hips in line with your face. You wrap your hand around his hard dick and begin to pump him slowly, pulling his foreskin back to reveal his sensitive head. He closes his eyes and moans softly as you lean forward and run your tongue around him.

"Is this what you want, daddy?" His eyes pop open and he looks down at you sitting there with his dick in your mouth. He tangles his fingers in your hair as you move on him.

"Yes, good girl. Keep going." You hum a little and the vibration makes him almost double over. You reach around and grab his ass with both hands to steady him. Then, you open your throat and take him all the way into your mouth, pressing your nose into the patch of soft hair at the base of his shaft.

"Oh, fuck." He moans loudly. You pull back off of him entirely.

"I thought we had to be quiet?"

"Oh no, baby, please don't stop." He whispers. "I'll be quiet." My how the tables have turned. You smile to yourself, knowing that you can make him fall apart too. You lick small circles around his head and then run your tongue along the bottom of his shaft and back up again. You pick up a steady rhythm and he thrusts softly into your mouth, matching your pace. After a little while of this, he grunts quietly and whispers again.

"Gonna come, baby." You decide to let him and save the real fun for your wedding night tonight. You keep going, tightening your lips around him slightly. When you feel him twitching, you pull him fully into your mouth again and suck. He shudders and fills your throat with his warmth as you swallow it down.

"Oh, god, y/n" He groans as he nearly collapses on top of you. He falls onto the couch next to you and leans his head back with his eyes closed.

"Wow."

"You'll have to wait until tonight for the rest. We're not married yet." You laugh and he chuckles with you, putting his arms around you and pulling you close to him. He kisses the side of your head.

"I'm so glad you moved in next door."

"Me too, Elvis. Me too."

******

Fin

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[soracities]

Hi Mim,, I wondered if you or any of your followers have words/advice on going long-distance with a beloved partner. I have to move far away from my love of 9 years(!) to attend my dream PhD program and we won't be able to reunite for another 3 years while he finishes his schooling. Every day takes me closer to the move and has me more heartbroken even though this is what I want and I believe we can make it through. Any words of comfort from the soracities community is so welcome and needed. <3

I have no experience with long distance relationships so there really isn't much advice I can give, but what I can tell you anon (if you haven't already) is: plan, plan, plan!!! Long distance is always going to be difficult and there's no way around that difficulty so one of your best bets is for both of you to work as hard as you can to maintain open, attentive, consistent, and deeply honest communication.

Figure out how much communication you need and what kind you value most--what about your partner? What are the ways you can make time and space for these despite the distance? Then sit down with your partner and work out a schedule for phone calls, video calls, daily (or weekly) check-ins etc and, most importantly: hold each other (and yourselves) accountable to them. Set out a game plan for how you will tackle conflicts over long distance: if you both are having packed school weeks, or feel you really need to talk about something, agree on a code word that says "I know you are busy but I desperately need you to make some time for this issue / for me" and then agree on a timeframe in which the other person will address it.

For example, you can schedule it so that you both ensure you have at least one weekly catch-up, and one fun date, on separate days that you always keep to: if you can manage something extra, great, but if not: have a baseline minimum you both honour alongside your commitments to your work and education and daily lives (you can even just have a study date where you both do your work together via video call)--your dates can be anything: you can do a weekly movie night with Hyperbeam or Teleparty (or visit the cinema on the same day to watch the same film and then call each other to talk about it), if it's feasible, take a walk together when you're on the phone and make a whole thing of it: pick a nice scenic spot in your respective places, plan your route, let the other know what it's like where you are, bake something together over video call, etc. Whatever routines and rituals you had together, see if there is a way you can carry them over remotely over the next 3 years, or even vary the things you do to make up for the fact that it is remote for now.

I think one of the hardest things to contend with is the sudden lack of physical proximity to each other, and the loneliness that follows especially if you see people around you in relationships having that, so I would also recommend finding stand-ins for that physical closeness. You said you won't be able to reunite until your partner finishes his own schooling--I don't know if that means quick weekend visits are out of the question (either through sheer distance or financially) but if they aren't, absolutely see if you can plan a visit either from your end or his. If not then maybe, along with your virtual dates, write each other letters, or send each other small tokens, postcards, silly little missives, anything to offer a physical piece of yourself to each other but also to remind the other that you're thinking of them and missing them and they can physically touch and hold those thoughts in a physical form.

I can absolutely understand your fear, anon, and it is definitely not easy and incredibly daunting, but I think it is something beautiful that you have had 9 (9!!!!!) wonderful years with your love already and the fact that you are brave enough to take this leap for your own dreams AND have such faith and trust in your relationship and its strength is a true testament to what you have built together over these years. You both should follow your dreams and fulfill them and I wish nothing but the best for the future awaiting you both where you get to combine those dreams and continue building another chapter of your lives together 💗💗💗

#ask #Anonymous #anyone who HAS done long distance please do send in your advice 1000% 💗

[lostbookreader]

Not So Secret Feelings

You have been friends with the Sam and Colby crew for a while now which is great except for the feelings towards a certain dark-haired boy that you can’t shake so Corey and Jake help you guys confess to eachother…. 

It was another slow morning in the house since no one really had any plans until later in the day which is rare nowadays with everyone's busy schedules. Like usual though you were not able to take the opportunity to sleep in like the rest of your roommates, so you were sitting in the living room editing your new video and enjoying the quiet while you could. Finally being able to focus and not feeling tired you were able to knock out a majority of it before you felt the couch sink next to you and have a kiss placed on top of your head. 

Looking to your left, Colby had a smile on his face as he was watching the video play on your screen “This was probably one of my favorites we’ve done for your channel. Also good morning gorgeous I didn't think anyone else would be up yet.”

“Good morning Colbs. I've been up for a while and my brain wouldn’t let me sleep anymore so I figured I would try to get this edited before we go meet up with Corey and Jake.” You say before you quickly stop the video so you could cut out the part where you stuttered. 

“Woah hey why are you deleting it you should keep it,”

“Absolutely not,” you say while letting out a laugh, “I hate it when I stutter, especially this bad. Plus I don’t want to see any comments about it”

“Well I like it and who cares what they think it shows them your human,”

Shaking your head you mumble about not needing the mix of comments about your stutter and the body or outfit comments that would definitely be in the comment section of this video. Quickly deleting the clip and saving it before Colby could do anything, you miss him looking at you and the sad look on his face. But you both continue to bicker about it as you continue to edit. 

The video was just a you and Colby collab which definitely aren’t rare for either of your channels but it was one you were nervous to post. It was one where you bought each other's outfits and revealed them to each other with a try on portion at the end. You both had a blast being able to hang out and film a light hearted video but these ones tended to get more comments leading into the fans thinking you were secretly dating. Which isn't the case. You guys are just best friends that have very flirty and joking personalities which you've tried to make very clear to the fans.  

You and him are in the middle of one of your bouts when Sam walks in laughing at you two,

“It’s nine in the morning and you two are already going at it? Just kiss already.” 

“Very funny Sam. Why don't you kiss Colby instead?” you say with a laugh which caused the boys to join in as well. Shutting your laptop you stand and start walking towards the stairs, “I'm going to go get ready. Remember we have to meet Jake and Corey for lunch at noon!”

You don't remember when your feelings started for Colby but they have been around for a while and as hard as you try to you can't get rid of them. Ever since Kat introduced you to the group, you and Colby definitely hit it off right away and you were connected at the hip right away which is why after a while you think you started developing your crush. No one in the group knows except for Kat and Corey who picked up a couple months back and have kept it secret for you since. It still hasn't stopped them from encouraging you to admit your feelings for Colby. Which you haven't done obviously. You don't want to jeopardize what you have with him over the silly butterflies you get when you look at him. 

What you don’t know is that Colby feels the exact same way about you and just hasn’t built up the guts to confess to you. The only people that know about his feelings towards you are Sam and Jake and just recently Corey. He found out thanks to Jake at a party a few weeks ago making a jab at Colby if he doesn’t make a move on Y/N he was which of course made Corey freak out. 

“What's got you so down already this morning man?” Sam asks while tossing a pillow at a zoned out Colby. 

“Nothing dude, just thinking. Y/N was editing the video we filmed the other day where we picked each other's outfits and she was so down on herself about her stutter but there's something more that's bugging her. So I'm just figuring out what.”

Sam just shook his head and looked at his friend, “When are you going to ask them out man? It's been what? Almost three years now?”

“Yeah something like that. I just don't want to ruin what we have. No offense but they just get me and it's never been awkward between us. If we started dating and it didn't work out I would be losing a best friend.”

“Except you would work out dude. You guys are literally a match made in heaven.”

“You're hilarious dude, it's never that easy. I'm going to go get ready.”

Ironically enough you actually decide to wear the shirt Colby bought for you in your video but work it more into your style. It was a cropped tight fitted red shirt that you decided to wear with your favorite black cargo pants, a necklace Colby got you guys for christmas last year and your favorite converse. With some extra accessories thrown into the outfit you made your way downstairs. 

Kat and Colby are at the bottom talking about how Sam always took the longest out of everyone to get ready, but Colby stops when he sees you and smiles, “you're wearing the shirt I bought you!”

“Of course I am. I told you I liked it. I just didn't feel like me.” You say as he grabs you and pulls you into a hug. 

“I thought you looked great but I definitely like your outfit more.” He says while he glances down and notices the necklace you have on. 

“You two are adorable please tell me you didn't plan on wearing the same necklace today?” Kat asks while she gives you a quick hug and you mumble about how it wasn't planned. 

Kat definitely always tries to get some rise out of you whenever Colbys is around, probably to try and get you to slip about your feelings for him. Thankfully you haven’t. Yet. The games continue throughout your lunch with Jake and Corey and like most social situations you and Colby tend to mostly talk to each other rather than with the group. Which caused you to miss them discussing the plan on getting one of you to confess to the other. 

The plan happens a few weeks later when all of you are hanging out at the house having your usual pizza night and watching movies. You and Colby are sharing the big bean bag chair cuddling with a blanket while everyone else has their spot on the couch. Corey and you had kept making eye contact throughout the night where he would be making kissy faces at you and Colby and other silly faces which you responded with eye rolls and hiding your face in Colby’s neck. 

At some point Sam needed to go to the bathroom so everyone was either on their phones or talking to one another. Colby and you were looking at his phone and you made a joke about him liking a random Instagram photo about you two dating which then in turn led to you being tickled. 

“Colby please! I can’t breathe. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” you gasp out in between laughs which makes him smile. 

“That's what you get for making fun of —--,” 

He didn't get to finish his sentence because of Jake and Corey both standing up and the later exclaiming, “I can’t deal with this anymore. You two need to confess your feelings for each other.”

Corey picks you up and throws you on his shoulder while Jake takes Colby’s arm and takes you guys to Colby’s room. 

He sets you on the ground before putting his hands on your shoulders and shakes you a little bit, “You two do not get to leave until Colby knows that you are madly in love with him,” before he turns to Colby and points at him “and until y/n knows that you have loved them ever since we met them. Do I make myself clear?”

You two just stand there limply staring at the two while Jake continues, “He and I will be outside to make sure but also know that we have three cameras hidden which we will be checking. So no trying to lie or scheme to get out of this. This has gone on long enough and we want you both to be happy. Now go.”

They both turn and walk out of the room shutting the door behind them, leaving you and Colby standing there not knowing what to do. You were the first one to break, not doing well with the silence and nerves building inside you. 

“I am s-s-s-so sorry. I didn’t know they were going to do this and now it’s gonna be awkward. I get it if you don't feel anything for me. I really do. My feelings just kinda happened and came out of nowhere. I was just going to let them die out b-b-b-but they never did. I-I-I wasn’t going to do anything or tell anyone but then Kat and C-C-Corey found out and they have been trying to get me to do it since. Now it's awkward. B-b-but I can promise you I am okay with staying frie-,”

Your rambling gets cut off by Colby placing his lips on yours and him lightly cupping your face. Definitely hesitant to fully do it to try not to scare you but your eyes flutter shut and kiss back. He slowly wraps his hand around my hips as I cup his neck to get us even closer than before while he deepens the kiss by gently biting your lip and slipping his tongue inside to brush with yours. You're not sure who pulls away first but you are both smiling as you catch your breath. 

“You are so cute when you stutter,” He whispers while he rubs your cheek and watches you bite your lip. 

“If my stuttering gets you to kiss me like that every time then I suddenly love when I do that,” you chuckle before finally looking at him with a smile. 

You both laugh before he looks at your lips one more time before kissing you again. He keeps it soft before pulling away too soon, “I know we just skipped a step or two but is now a good time to ask you if you will  go on a date with me?”

Laughing, you nod your head yes before you pull him into another kiss. 

#imagine #colby x reader #sam golbach #colby brock imagine #sam and colby #fluff #imagines #fanfic #colby brock

[sea-salt-princess]

Placebo

Characters - idol/bf!Jaehyun X gf!reader (f)

Genre - drama, ANGST and a tiny bit of fluff I think. Word count - 5.9k

Warnings - suggesting/mentioning in some parts but no actually written smut, alcohol consumption, failed relationship, break up, thoughts of cheating but not actually happening, mentions of other members, made up characters.

Summary - He was everything for you, but you meant so little to him.

Author’s note - I use he, she and you A LOT. :))  Honestly, I don’t know how to feel, it’s my first time writing Jaehyun ff’s (I used to write on wattpad though, but not for him, also not in english so excuse my errors). If you read this let me know if you liked it! Enjoy ^^

Laughter filled the empty room, just a normal saturday with your boyfriend, the remaining empty cups of ramen and the scattered utensils were on the table, while you and Jaehyun were sharing drinks and laughing remembering past memories. Since Jaehyun had his comeback it’s been hard for you to keep up with each other, but now all his time is upon you. “Do you remember when we were out with Yuta and Mark and we locked them outside the car so we could kiss? That was so funny!” You let out a heartfelt laugh meanwhile he just looked with adoring eyes at you, getting the stray strands of hair out of your face. “You’re so beautiful” he said and for a second you stopped and looked deep into his eyes, the eyes that held all of your memories, all of your love, they were shining bright, just like stars, and all of the love they held was for you. His face came closer to yours, warm breath fanning over your lips “I really want to kiss you right now”, his hand gently grabbed the back of your head in case you wanted to slip away, but you didn’t have any intention to do so “What’s stopping you?” and with your words of approbation he closed the gap between you two. His lips moved slowly, he just wanted to show you all the love you deserved, soon his hands started making their way down your body, stopping at your hips “How about we continue this in the bedroom?”.

…

A ray of light erupted through the window directly into your face, making your nose scrunch, you wanted to turn around but heavy hands stopped you from doing so, you smiled. His fingers started moving ever so slightly letting you know that he had no intention of letting you go. “Good morning” you whispered to him, just in case he didn't actually wake up, but when you felt light kisses being placed at the nape of your neck, you knew he was more than awake. “Good morning to you too, beauty”. His voice was low and raspy, it sent shivers down your spine. “What’s the plan for today?” you asked, finally facing him. “Hmm” a sight escaped his lips “I have work today, I need to go practice and I still have some more recording to do”. “Some new song?” you asked curiously, slowly rubbing his cheek with your thumb. “Yes, it’s for my solo, today is the perfect day since I don’t have that much of a busy schedule”. Jaehyun let you go and got up, he did a little stretch, got the scattered clothes off the floor and went into your bathroom. Having a relationship with an idol was not easy, and since fans didn’t know about you two, things were even more complicated. You started dating around two years ago when you met by accident on the streets of Milan, it was surprising that fans still haven't found out about your relationship . Probably all thanks to the fact that you work from home and have your own apartment where he can come over when he pleases. Indoor dates were always fun, and when you got sick of the walls you lived in, you went to their dorms or to very private places so people wouldn't recognize him. 

Of course, having Jaehyun as your boyfriend made the outside meetings thrilling but stressful, it was worth it though since you loved each other, right? 

After the shower he kissed you one more time and left. You laid back into the soft mattress and let out a sigh, you should get working too.

…

Arriving at the practice room, Jaehyun was greeted by his members and without wasting too many seconds they got to work, practicing for future concerts and stages. After hours of intense dances they were finally done, it was already late but he still had other things to do, he got home with his members, showered and left again to the studio, this time, so he can get his solo done. 

He looked outside the window of the car at the city lights, somehow they were shining brighter tonight, his phone lit up when a notification popped up, it was you. “Yuno! How was your day? Are you still going or did you finish?”. Jaehyun smiled, he loved when you called him by his real name, so you did it all the time and almost never referred to him as Jaehyun. Truth to be told he was Yuno, your boyfriend, when he was with you, not the idol Jaehyun. And for you it made a big difference. Yuno was calm and had a goofy side, he always made you feel safe. Yuno knew how to make you laugh until tears of joy came out, he’s always taking care of you and showing you love, meanwhile, Jaehyun? He was stoic and almost like a block of ice, he loved fame, his career and his fans, you too, but not as a priority, while Yuno would drop anything for you, Jaehyun would drop everything for his career. In the beginning it was frustrating since Jaehyun was at his side almost every time, it was tough to crack him because he was perfect. But now things have changed, he learned to concentrate on career while on stage and on you at home. Everything was in perfect harmony.

“I still have to record some lines for the new song, I will be done late today so I won’t come over, you should eat and get some good sleep, I bet you are tired too”, “Already in bed, hope your recording goes well, take care. I love you!”, “Love you too!”. And without knowing, he arrived. “Let’s get this done”. With a sigh and heavy legs he made his way inside the building. The studio was pretty empty, just some staff and an unknown person in the corner. “You ready, Jaehyun?”, he cleared his throat “As always”. “I hope you don’t mind, but a new trainee came in, she would like to watch if you don’t have anything against it.”.

 The girl rushed to get up and greet the male “Hello, my name is Yuna, I am a trainee and I will debut soon under SM. I hope you don’t mind me here, I will be quiet and just watch. Thank you very much!” she bowed 90° in front of Jaehyun. “I don’t mind it, just don’t interfere with my work.” And there it was, the stoic Jaehyun was back. Yuna fastly nodded her head and sat on the couch again with a big grin on her face. Jaehyun only took a glance at her before getting in and doing his best.

…

A few days later, Jaehyun was in the same place again, the studio room. Today should be the final day of recording, and tomorrow he will start shooting the MV. The last days were hectic for him, practice, photo shoots and late night recordings. He sipped his 3rd Americano for the day, even if it was 11 at night. 

Next to him was Yuna, the trainee who he couldn’t get rid of. She was like glue, if it was practice they would meet in the hallway, if it was photo shoots she would miraculously appear there. He was tired from everything around him, but her presence made it even worse. “We will start a bit late since we found some problems with the cables and it will take a while to change.” a staff member announced. Rolling his eyes, Jaehyun let his head back and spread his arms on the back of the couch. Yuna looked at him, admiring his beauty. “Even after the hard program, he still looks astonishing.” she thought. She wanted to reach him, to touch his soft skin, to get the hairs out of his face, but she stopped herself. Jaehyun felt some eyes and he averted his gaze on her “Is everything okay?”. His low voice made Yuna feel things, and the lazy but intense gaze of his made her a bit uncomfortable. “I was just wondering, don’t mind me”. Jaehyun sat straight and raised a brow at the girl. “It’s like you are following me around, you know. I always see you, how do you do this?”. Yuna felt embarrassed, her cheeks lit up a bright shade of red “I think it’s just a coincidence, I’m not trying to stalk you, I’m sorry if I made you uneasy.” Now Jaehyun was intrigued, his annoyance turned into curiosity when she saw the girl fidgeting around trying to find excuses. He looked upon Yuna who completely turned herself away from him in embarrassment. “She’s pretty” he thought. She was pretty indeed, after all she was an idol to be, probably the type who will have a lot of fans. Her face was small, a mole under her left eye, long and jet black hair covered her back, and her figure was slim but still had some decent curves. She was so different from you.

“It’s okay, I was just curious about how you got everywhere I was, but I’m not mad, you probably just want to see how the idol life is like, right?” even if it was the wrong answer Yuna still nodded. “It’s tough from what I see. I hope I can make it.” she finally let herself a bit loose, and Jaehyun did too. They continued speaking for what seemed like an hour. Yuna was entertaining to him, she was like a mystery that was about to get solved but also felt far away from the answer. He felt like she didn’t show all of her emotions and maybe half of her words were lies or maybe she was just trying to doge the topic? Nevertheless, she had something alluring to her eyes, or maybe it was the way her hand rested on his thigh that got him thinking like this. At that moment he didn’t know, but the Jaehyun in him surely wanted to see more of her. 

…

Good days have passed since Jaehyun and Yuna met, and since the last recording day she was in his presence continuously but this time he didn’t mind it as much.

After all he still was the same Yuno to you, meeting when he got the time, having conversation over text when he couldn’t, sending you flowers and food and visiting you for some moments of sweet pleasure, like right now.

You were lying in his arms, naked, after all the intense activities that took place. He was whispering sweet nothings into your ear while you were playing with his hair. “I am so happy to be here tonight, it’s been a while since we last spent time together.” his lips were kissing your neck gently “I missed this, you know. Work has been hard for both of us and moments like this really make it worth it.” “Hmm, how about another round?” he whispered, hands going lower and lower, but before you could accept his phone rang. “Damnit, I have to take this”. He answered and just in a matter of seconds he was putting on clothes and leaving through the door. “I really have to go, sorry” he said before running out, leaving you in bed.

You knew it was this job, you knew it was probably important, but you felt jealous and sad, because Jaehyun would take over Yuno and leave you in a blink, were you really that insignificant to him?

 You didn’t want to cry, but oh you did. Things were hard for you too, but you didn’t push anything away like him, you always made time for both work and him, you tried to understand that his job wasn't as easy as yours, but you just couldn’t be on his side this time, you were slowly getting fed up of all the running and hiding behind closed doors. 

In the meantime Jaehyun made it to the studio just to see Yuna and the staff worried. “Is it all gone?” he was desperate, someone accidentally erased all of his hard work. Some songs he wanted to release, some songs he put heart and soul in, it was all gone now. The staff left to see if they could salvage something out of the broken drive. Jaehyun gripped his hair in frustration and Yuna, since she was the last one left, felt the need to console him. “I’m so sorry, I was here to record for the debut and all of a sudden they said your songs were gone.” She put her arm on his shoulder and slowly embraced him. And he let her. Maybe it was just because he was stressed, or just wanted comfort, but when her arms wrapped around him, he didn’t feel as uneasy anymore. Yuna hugged and calmed him down, but her heart was twisted “He smells like women perfume”, your perfume to be exact. 

Maybe it was all because he came in a hurry and you were just on your way to a friend's house, but despite the time and place, you still gave him what he wanted. Or maybe because his hands unbuttoned your blouse and the perfume stuck to him in the hurry of getting you to stay. Yuna didn’t know this, but she felt angry and jealous, after all the time spent together, she thought they had something special going on.

“Everything will be fine, you will see” she said as he slowly backed away, their faces only centimeters apart, the girl wanted to close the gap so badly. Looking into her eyes, Jaehyun almost lost himself to the temptation, still fired up from the mind blowing sex he had with you, and pent up with the frustration of losing his songs, he almost gave in. If it wasn't for the staff that entered the room that made them peel apart, he’d probably go as far as taking her instead just to relieve the stress. Now it was time for his mind to go foggy with realisation, was he just about to cheat on you? 

He couldn’t believe that he almost slipped so bad. The staff and the members knew about your relationship and words spread like fire in the industry. What if his actions would’ve had consequences? The staff would see them kissing, or even worse, next they tell another staff member, and in the end words would spread their way to the members ears, and probably to yours too after that. What would he do in that situation? What if you go out and tell the world about everything? His career would be doomed, and probably, without even starting, Yuna’s too.

“We saved them, thank God!” but Jaehyun was still unresponsive, he was about to risk both his career and a healthy relationship for a girl he only met a couple months ago, he felt sick to his stomach. He thanked them all while still in a trance and left without a word, he needed a drink, a strong one, just to let his mind go of the thoughts of you and Yuna.

…

With a drink in his hand and his head clouded, this is how Jaehyun spent the last four days. After the incident he avoided Yuna at all cost, but also avoided you. No more texts, no more calls, he was ashamed, ashamed that this mind could think of another woman after you gave everything to him. “I have no idea about what’s with you, but you need to get yourself together” his roommate, Jungwoo, said. And he was right, after all nothing happened, and in his drunken self he thought “What she doesn't know, won’t hurt her”, replied the boy blankly. With the help of Jungwoo he got into bed ready to start fresh tomorrow, you were probably worried about him, and Yuna should keep her distance after getting ignored for so many days, right?

Morning came pretty fast and Jaehyun was ready to make it alright again. He texted you apologizing and telling you that he will drop by yours later today to explain the situation, packed some things, took a shower and headed to the gym to clear his head even more. He was lucky that at practice he didn’t see Yuna. Night came really soon, and even though it was a bit late he still made his way to your house. Knocking on your door, with a huge bouquet of flowers in his hands and some take out in his hand, he was greeted by you. “Come in” you said in a monotone voice. You put the flowers in the vase and the food on the table, in the meantime Jaehyun just looked around, not daring to say something. He missed you, clearly, but deep down he knew his actions hurt you. “Let’s eat”. You were tired, work was hard today, meeting after meeting, your boss on your head to finish the papers and now the boyfriend you thought you had decided to finally acknowledge your existence. “I’m sorry, I know you are upset and probably wonder why I haven’t talked to you these past days”. Humming, you just ate in silence, letting your boyfriend try to talk his way out. “I was busy with work and things got a bit heatted, I lost myself for a second” you felt a bit bad. He worked hard and tried his best to do things with you, but it was the first time he ignored you like this, and it hurt you. Did he really haven’t had the time to at least send you a message once in a while so you know he is doing good? 

“Please say something” he pleaded, you were annoyed right now, all you wanted was peace and quiet. Letting go of your fork you inhaled deep and looked him in the eyes “Did you really have no time for me?”, “No! Of course I have!” he got up ready to defend himself and you followed, now fired up even more than before. “All I wanted was for us to be happy, I am trying to keep us together, but only me, you on the other hand, I don’t know.” you raised your voice. “I am trying too! You know I am busy, it’s not the first time I don’t respond or write to you!". But you couldn’t care, you were in the mood to fight for what was left in this relationship of yours.

 “I know you were busy! I don’t ask you for more than 2 minutes, this is how much time you can spare for me, or at least tell me "Go to hell” or something, so I know I exist for you!”. “You are…just, fucking impossible. I am already trying as hard as I can to make this work between US!” said Jaehyun, pinching the bridge of his nose and turning away from you.

“He turned his back to me, who does he think he is” all type of emotions were running through you in the moment, pent up anger of Jaehyun not spending time with you, work over work over work, tiredness, and in the heat of the moment you just said whatever came to you “Just…Get out!” 

This is how the argument ended, and what surprised you even more is that he did, not even a glance back, he got his jacket and left you standing there, processing what just happened until bottled up emotions got the best of you and hot tears spilled, his words and actions cutting a deep wound into your heart.

…

Once Jaehyun was out of your house he felt gushes of guilt wash over, maybe he was just over-dramatic, he wanted to make it right with you and instead he made it worse. He wanted to drink again, to take his mind away and let his body fill with alcohol, but he couldn't, and as good as karma works, he had to rush to the company to discuss some other things. And if that was not frustrating enough, in the room, seated on the couch was Yuna. At that moment Jaehyun wanted to disappear. 

“What’s wrong this time?” said Jaehyun, visibly frustrated, Yuna hopped on her feet right when she heard his voice, she was wondering why was Jaehyun avoiding her, it actually pained her a bit. 

The staff explained that it’s not about his activities as an idol, this time it was about Yuna. She saw Jaehyun working so hard on his songs that she felt motivated to write her own ones, for the future. The problem was…she didn’t know where to start. So she asked around to see if help would come her way and when Taeyong recommended Jaehyun for starters, since their taste in music was also similar and he could use a bit of practice too, she was on cloud nine and made her way through thick and thin to reach him. 

On the other hand, Jaehyun, upset about the fight, didn’t really want to take any part in whatever Yuna wanted to obtain, but when she approached him with puppy eyes, big and glossy, something inside him snapped and like that he fell in her trap once again. Her words were like honey “Oppa, I know you are busy and have so maaany things to do, but could you help me just a bit, I promise I will reward you very well”. If in his mind was Yuno, not Jaehyun, he would probably think she was cringe and would just deny her requests. But the idol part of him wanted a bit of revenge and for now her temptations could work wonders against someone else, you. 

“It’s the perfect plan!” Jaehyun thought. He would let you cool down and spend his time helping Yuna instead, and you would get jealous seeing them spending time together. Then he will do his best to make it up to you, and let you know that you can trust him and he will never break your heart. From a distance, it was the perfect plan, but in theory anyone (but him) could see it was just bound to be a BIG fail. “Sure, I will help you” said him without second thoughts this time. Yuna jumped from happiness, she was getting what she wanted.

…

For you this was hell.

Yet another night with you wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, wiping your red nose. You were what people would call a wreck. After the argument, Jaehyun didn’t try to reach you anymore and the news you got about his whereabouts were mostly from his members. They didn’t know you two fought, well…apart from Haechan, but he wasn't much help to you anyway. 

Sniffing once more, fresh tears rolled down your face, you hated everything right now, you hated him (not really). Was it that hard for him to try to understand you too? 

You would let anything down for him, plans, friends, work, heck, even family if it was interfering with your relationship. It was not because you were crazy over him, you loved him, sure, but he was your first boyfriend, first love, kiss, your first everything, and you didn’t want to let go of your story with him. But sadly, in a relationship, you can’t force love, it should equally come from both parts for it to not be toxic.

Your mind was flooded, was this really the beginning to your end?

You didn’t want to believe it, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. If he doesn't want to come your way, not even meeting you halfway, you would come after him yourself. With that you were determined to find Yuno in Jaehyun once again. 

…

On Jaehyun’s side, he was actually pretty happy around Yuna, and it was a bit messy since he 

slowly started to forget about you, the problem was, he didn’t know it yet. “How about, I am really curious about you, the same goes for you 

This is enough, a chasing game

Can't stand this attraction and curiosity “ asked Yuna.

“It sounds nice, and I feel like it has a hidden meaning to it, you can add it.”

Yuna was pleased as well, all of Jaehyun’s attention was on her in the last few days, but even though she tried to sneak a bit under his skin, the tough shell of Jaehyun was really hard to crack. She didn’t stop here, no, Yuna was determined to get more and more of his attention, and surely she still had a few aces down her sleeve. 

“I never thought it was this hard to write lyrics, I just assumed you put everything you want on a piece of paper, but it's more than that.” Yuna scooted closer to him just to observe his reaction. “You actually have to put some heart into them to turn out the way you want.” said her with a honey like voice, her hand placed close to him,she observed how he was not tense like past times, now he didn’t even feel her hand almost touching his. “Well, songs are not just made by heart, they also contain a small part of yourself, a story that you want to transmit to the fans.”, “Is that so?” now her head was resting on his shoulder, looking up with doe eyes at the man. Jaehyun didn’t notice until he felt one of her fingers caressing his hand. He tensed a bit then and tried to move so he could get away from her, but Yuna was persistent and their cat and mouse game continued till they reached the end of the couch.

“Oppa, I have a question for you.” The man didn’t dare to look at her, he knew her way too well already, the intense gaze, the dark eyes filled with mystery, it made him feel dizzy. “Is it more important than your songs?” said the man gulping down the knot in his throat.  “Yes” Jaehyun inhaled, putting down the pen and paper he was holding. “Ask away then.” “What’s your type? In a woman I mean.” The atmosphere around them became really dense all of a sudden, “What type of question even is that?” thought Jaehyun, taken aback by her sudden boldness. He needed a second to think about that. “What’s with this question?” he got up from the couch letting out a nervous laugh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable”, Yuna wanted to curse herself now, maybe she went on too fast, it was too early to ask this type of questions and she didn’t want to get avoided and ignored once more, especially since things were working wonders in her favor . Eager to repair her mistake she just started spitting apologies after apologies, saying how dumb she was and that her words were not said with bad intentions.

“Just, forget about it.” Jaehyun said, going towards the door, leaving the young girl alone. He felt suffocated because of his thoughts. Yuna knocked some sense into him with her question and made him think that maybe whatever he was doing was wrong. That only happened for one reason, though. The moment she asked his answer was one and only one, “you”. That’s what he wanted to tell her, and what disturbed him was not the fact that “you” meant Yuna, it was the fact that “you” did not mean you anymore.

…

More days went by, and now your relationship with Jaehyun was, to say, a bit delicate. You started talking and seeing each other again, but it was odd, something changed after your argument and you couldn’t figure out exactly what. Home dates become just you and him sitting across the couch, barely speaking, dinners were quiet as well, the flaming fire you felt when he caressed your skin was now just an icy touch. You still tried pushing through, when he was busy you would visit him, and when he came over you would not be against anything he wanted to do, even if it was tiring you fought for love, a love whose flame seemed extinguished a long time ago. 

Even now, kissing around your chest, whispering words into your skin. It just didn’t feel the same, everything felt distant, all the emotions that were once engulfing your body vanished. You felt like crying, eyes wide open, staring into nothingness, you felt empty. “I love you” that’s what he said, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it back, you wanted to, so much, but it was like the words got stuck into your throat. His touch felt stray, his kisses burned your skin, this was not love anymore, you knew it, because you saw it.

You saw the woman that clouded his mind.

A few hours ago, he was busy again, of course. You just wanted to make him something to eat since it was getting late and you knew he didn’t have lunch. Bringing the bag with freshly prepared food you strolled through the hallways of the building until you arrived in front of the door, upon opening it you were surprised to see your boyfriend having company. At first it was awkward, sitting on the couch while they were working on making music, but then you started seeing things you wished you would never see. 

At first it was the laughter, then her hands who sneakily found their way all over him, after it was his glance, he looked at her just the way he used to look at you, when you both started to fall in love, the same flame that vanished from his eyes when he looked at you was now for her.

 It hurt you.

The man you claimed you loved was not yours anymore. And so you left, trying to fight back the tears that were threatening to fall, he didn’t even acknowledge your missing presence, until it was too late, you were already home for a good minute. But he felt bad and after he finished his work he left in a hurry to your house.

And there you were now, him on top of you, but instead of loving you he was imagining it was her. He wished deep down it was her with him instead of you, he wished he could kiss her, touch her, love her more than he loved you. You knew it too, you knew you drifted apart, you knew he saw her whenever he was with you, it was clear now, whatever love he had left for you faded away with the thought of her.

But things change, and so do you. You were like a star, at first you shined, you were warm and bright like a white dwarf, catching his gaze wherever you went. But now you are just a replacement, and white dwarfs get dimmer and dimmer until they eventually stop burning and go dark. Stars like you live fast and die young, detonating as supernovae, completely disintegrating themselves in the process. And that happened to you too, and the reason was a man you loved, a man you thought you would spend an eternity with, grow old and have a family with, a man named no other than Jeong Jaehyun. 

As night went dark and he went fast asleep next to you, this time not holding onto your body for warmth, you felt numb, part of you still wanted to make it work, but it felt pointless now. You let silent tears stream down your face, cuddling your own warmth, you needed to put an end to this, it was too much to handle for you.

…

The bright light of morning was accompanied by heavy rain, it was like the weather was crying for you as well, crying for a love story that was about to fade.

Sitting silently at the table, with a cup of tea in your hands, blankly staring outside the window, shifting noises were heard around your apartment.  Your boyfriend was finally awake. “Good morning” he came down, no shirt on his body, only a pair of shorts. You looked at him, oh how much your heart ached, you felt drunk, suffocated by his presence. He looked at you wondering what was on your mind, but he didn’t dare to ask because he had an odd feeling deep inside him, uneasiness. “I have to go, work will start soon.” but you still looked through him like he was made of glass. He got up, showered and dressed, he was ready to leave once again to see her, he was eager. Letting go of your cup you went up, hands resting on the table, head hanging low. How can you prepare for a moment you thought will never come? Tears were threatening to fall once again, you heard him grab his keys, it was time. The time to destroy what you built all these years. “I’m sorry” you sobbed. He turned to look at you right before exiting, wandering what took over you. He softened when he saw your state, empathy taking over his heart. “I just…can’t do this anymore.” Hesitantly Jaehyun took a step forward. “I tried. I tried so hard to make it work. But I can’t, not anymore.” He started getting anxious, but deep down he knew this was the end. “Don’t say this…” “This is the right choice, you know it too” you sobbed. “It’s not true, it’s not the end for us, we are way too deep to end it here, I will not let you go.” You scoff looking away from him. “I think it’s a bit late to fight for us now, to fight for this “relationship” or whatever you want to call it.” you said, biting your lip, trying to stop your emotions from spilling. “Do I mean nothing to you?”. You just couldn’t believe it, after everything he had done, what was left of him was just audacity. “You meant everything to me. It’s me that meant so little to you. Even now, when we are falling apart, you still claim that I wanted nothing but the worst for you.” Shaking your head, you wiped your tears. “I’m sorry for this but it’s the end of us.” You both exchanged glances one last time. “I’m sorry for relentlessly giving you every piece of me. I’m sorry for loving you so much that I tore myself for you. I’m sorry but my heart is broken into pieces, I paid my price for being with you and now I have to let you go.” He turned without a word, his hand shaking on the door knob. “I’ll never forget you, thank you for letting me love you Jaehyun.” and with that he left, the door closing loudly behind him, the echo ringing in your ears. 

This was it.

 The last time you will see him. The last time you will hold him. The last time you will call him yours.

Because in the end, the Yuno you loved, only loved you like Jaehyun would.

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[yangkitties]

cat and house ✩ y.jw

pairing: yang jungwon x gn!reader [established relationship] || word count: 0.6k genre: fluff || warnings: not entirely proof read, my beta reader is an idiot who focuses on the wrong details (ily bae but. 😭), talks of a serious and committed relationship synopsis: jungwon was bad at gifts. but this year he had a feeling even though he was being selfish with his present, he knew you were going to love it. note: can you tell i'm bad at endings-? anyways !! my first enhypen work 🫶 AND. this is a late birthday present for @daengnyangs <3 Cass!!! We haven’t known each other for long but. every time we've talked has been wonderful and fun and full of love <3 thank you for entertaining all my insane thoughts! I hope you keep doing what makes you happy forever <3 love you! 

Jungwon wasn’t the best with gifts. No matter who it was, he always felt like he came up short. But it was your birthday this time, and he couldn’t mess it up. 

Even after dating you for a full 2 years and 4 months, giving you gifts were still as hard as ever. But this time Jungwon had a gut feeling that this might just be it.

He knew you liked to keep your birthday simple, going about it as if it was a normal day. The day was a Friday, perfect for his plan. He had your schedule memorised. 

You had work until 1:30 and you’d get off at 1:45 and go for lunch with your family until around 4 and come back to the apartment you shared with your 2 other roommates by 4:30. 

Jungwon planned it all out. He had begged and pleaded your roommates for weeks for this. And finally made them crack 9 days earlier. 

He picked up the gift an hour and a half before seeing you at your apartment, and as he arrived he knew you weren’t back yet, eyes scanning around praying he doesn’t find your shoes. 

Using the key you guys kept under the soil of the potted plant, Jungwon let himself in, setting his perfect surprise up. 

And cue exactly as he planned, the jingling of your keys alerted him to hide your gift. 

‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!!’ Jungwon yelled, startling you. 

Your now wide eyes take in the sight before you, Jungwon’s dimples adorning his face, eyes sparkling as he smiled. A small banner hung above his with the words ‘happy birthday’ and a beautiful flower bouquet rested inside a vase on the coffee table. But your eyes were glued to his face, Jungwon’s radiant smile more beautiful than anything. 

A giggle escapes your mouth, running over to hug him. 

‘Thank you Wonnie,’ you whispered into his chest. ‘That’s not all, come sit.’ Jungwon places you gently on the couch before disappearing into the kitchen. 

He comes back with his arms full. It takes you a second to realise that it was a kitten, a small calico with wide eyes. 

‘You… got me a cat? Won, I love you and I love cats, but you know I’m not allowed to have pets in this apartment.’ Your heart broke as you muttered those words, wishing you could just hide away this cute fur ball with you. 

‘I. Not exactly. Y/n. I love you. I love you so much, that if I had a dollar for every time I thought about you, I’d have only 1, because you’re on my mind every single moment I breathe. I think about you when I wake up and when I go to sleep, and I wish I didn’t have to just think about you. I want to see you when I leave in the morning and when I come back from work. I want you to be the first and last person I see every single day.’ 

Your breath hitched, eyes glossing over as you waited for him to continue. His hands find yours, fingers intertwining. 

‘I found a good apartment with reasonable rent considering we both have stable jobs. I’m bad at gifts, but I think even if it’s selfish, this may just be the best gift. I hope you accept this cat and house… Y/n, will you move in with me?’ 

You squeeze his hands, tears starting to fall. ‘Oh my lovely Won… yes, yes I will.’ If it was even possible, Jungwon’s smile grew wider. His lips captured yours in a sweet kiss, a one that shows you truly how happy he was. 

‘I can’t wait to wake up with you by my side everyday my love.’ 

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#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagine #yang jungwon #jungwon #yang jungwon fluff #jungwon fluff #enhypen x reader #jungwon x reader #yang jungwon x reader #🖋️: nyx.writes ━ enha ☆

[reztoru]

    ───── Music of the Forest

彡 Satoru is on a journey of coming to terms with his feelings for you, and he's come to find that the music his soul yearns for dwells within you, wherever you may be. 

tw / cw : fluff and a tiny bit of angst? there's a happy ending ,, tobacco is briefly mentioned but not used for smoking lol, slight jjk 0 spoilers ,, i think that's all but lmk if i missed anything

pairing : gojo x reader 

gender neutral, no physical descriptions of reader

a/n : born out of my love of the forests and inspired by a stsg painting I did. im so happy with how this turned out.

kinda me coded with a tiny tiny sprinkle of my own culture, but I think I kept it vague enough for everyone to enjoy.🫶🏾

w/c : 3.1k

Satoru has a knack for being a pest, at the best and worst of times. He needs to nourish his brain with information, desperate to know what causes people to tick. And as he’s grown older, he’s found himself observing the crowds around him a lot more.

He takes note of the way their energy engulfs them with the different emotions they endure. He sees how their anger is jagged and rude, or how their happiness appears in serene waves. Annoyance comes in spikes and sadness drizzles down.

And today is just another day for Satoru. Sat in his office, playing with a pen, avoiding work. Choosing to observe silently at the surrounding people. Seeing as they moved room to room, it was rather dull.

He became intrigued when he saw you wandering into the spooky forests. Mostly because you're someone he’s never gotten the opportunity to know. Thus, he couldn’t help but follow along — anything to get out of this boring paperwork.

He makes the hasty decision to teleport himself right next to you. Which caused him to startle you, popping up out of thin air like the menace he is. You tried giving him a smack, but his infinity stopped you, foiling your plan. Instead, you opted for scolding him. Warning him that if he was going to come with you, he best keep his mouth shut.

It was hard for him to abide by the single rule. Satoru being the never quiet man, always with something to say, and now with so many questions swirling within him.

“So, you wanna tell me why we’re sitting in the middle of the forest?” He said.

You shot him a look and shook your head, “I come here to heal, to think, whatever I need.”

He nodded slowly, pondering on your words, “and the forest helps to do that how? You eat berries and feel better?”

Rolling your eyes, you pat the spot beside you, telling him to listen. And he did, though he hadn’t really understood at first. He’ll admit the wind was gentle, it was calm. You could hear the leaves moving and the wildlife scurrying about, but nothing felt healing about it — well, he certainly didn’t feel healed.

However before he could prod at you further, you reached over to pull something out of your bag. It was a small sack of brown flakes — tobacco, loosely wrapped in a red cloth, with little beads tucked into a design on the chunk of it. And he was left feeling even more confused, especially after you stood up to scatter some about.

“It’s an offering. I’m giving back what I’ve taken.” You said as you turned to face him. Almost as if you could read his mind.

Yes, you were a mysterious person to Satoru. Sitting in the middle of nowhere to heal your soul. Sprinkling brown flakes on the ground like you were seasoning the earth. It just made no sense to him, but you did seem content every time you emerged from the trees; looking more at ease.

And he couldn’t help but tag along with you whenever he could. Wanting to know what this was all about, what you were all about. He’d poke at you, bombarding you with questions on the occasions that you’d begrudgingly allow him to.

Slowly, you became a part of his routine, ingraining yourself in his already busy schedule. And these trips into the forest turned into getting lunch rather late in the day, or coffee a little too late at night. And your woodlands started to become too familiar to him.

It began with you asking him to come along and get a drink and then it was a picnic. After a while, these things were almost routine and if he wasn’t able to stay and chat; he made it a point to at least stand in line with you before he had to go.

During that time, he began to know you on a more human level, getting to understand how your gears turned. And during these fleeting moments he learned how you like your coffee, your favourite food and color. He also learned of the way you heal; the way you replenish your mind. It’s so vastly different from the way he literally refreshes his brain — it’s so mundane in comparison.

“I just don’t get it.” Satoru said, sipping his overly sweet drink.

You sat across from him, swirling your own beverage with a straw. Your leg bounced as your eyes met your own in the reflection of his imposter sunglasses.

“Well, maybe you haven’t found your music yet.”

“I have music,” he gasped, “like that one song by Avicii- “

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. Your theme song,” you snickered, “this music is different, though. It heals your soul.”

You’d always tell him that his sound will find him, as it does with everyone. When the time is right, you’d say. He wasn’t able to wrap his head around your words, and he’d preach to you time and time again about how he didn’t get it. But you’d only ever roll your eyes and shake your head at him, “be patient.”

This was something that his eyes couldn’t give him answers to. Because even someone as godly as him was unable to fully comprehend it through sight alone. It wasn’t cursed energy, or some grand battle tactic. This was a reminder to him that there are boundaries and limits to what even the most powerful beings can understand. And this is something he had to experience on a deeper level, beyond the realm of vision.

When time rolls on, he starts to hear it. The sound of a distant melody. It was the brassy thrum of his heart when you’re near and the dewy pitch of your voice. And your rippling cackles that crashed through him. Though, it’s a little scary at first, this feeling isn’t new — and it’s certainly one he wasn’t hoping for a sequel of.

Because when Satoru falls, he falls hard. And it’s not a soft pillowy fall by any means. It’s in a way where he crashes and burns. His love scorches him and claws at his heart. Taunting him with what’s barely in his grasp — and that of which has long since left.

His feelings linger in his brain and dance deep within his core. They seem to flow through him in a more complex way, taking twists and turns that are difficult to predict. It’s all a little unnerving to him — you’re a little unnerving to him.

As he drifts away into his thoughts, he thinks to himself how you bring nothing but uncertainty. You’re a storm rippling its way through his steady breeze, bringing chaos in your pursuit. Though he supposes your rain is a kind of refreshing that his abilities can’t provide. And you leave behind a beautiful burst of colours when you go.

“You okay? You look kinda stupid with that lost look on your face.” You asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah, I’m a little busy right now.”

You give him a look, one that makes him feel a little too small. It feels a little too personal, and it’s a bit too knowing, as if you were the one who wielded the six eyes.

“Mhm right. When you’re done sulking, there’s this new bakery that I wanna check out.”

Admittedly, he feels a little giddy with the knowledge of you wanting to go out with him. Maybe his heart skips a beat right after the words leave your mouth, but he tries his hardest to brush it off and ignore it because this feeling doesn’t have a home in this wretched place of his.

It’s because he knows love is truly the most twisted curse of them all. It’s a swirl of every emotion under the sun and it can swallow you whole. One wrong move and everything could fall apart. There’s no manual for how to navigate through this sticky feeling, and there’s no right way to do it either. It’s as beautiful as it is cruel.

You add the fact that there’s a constant target on his back. People want him dead, curses do too. Logically, he knows that having you is selfish, it puts you at risk. Because allowing himself the pleasure of loving you is a losing game. And for that reason, he chose not to play; to be somebody who only watches as the show unfolds.

Thus, he tries to keep his distance, never letting his sickly emotions take the reins. But it seems the harder he tries to pull away, your soul holds him a little tighter; enticing him back in.

“Look, ‘toru!” You point to a group of funny looking mushrooms, with eyes shining so brightly they could put the sun to shame.

Your smile reaches out to grasp at his heart, holding it tightly, not wanting to let go. That’s when he swears the world stops; or something cheesy like that. The pieces of his heart crash around in his chest and he forgets how to breathe — how to move, how to function.

He sputters out, “Can we eat them?”

“Yes, or we could pick them and sell em for a fortune.” You let out a mischievous chuckle, “I’m only giving you a percent of the profits though, you already have too much money.”

He doesn’t know why he asks what kind of mushrooms they are, because he already knows. In fact, most of the things he listens to you ramble about he’s already quite knowledgeable on. But he gets to listen to your damn voice, and your attention isn’t on anybody but him as you explain these little interests of yours.

And he thrives in your rays of light. He almost seems to forget what emotion this is and what it entails. But maybe, he thinks, just for a moment, he can be Satoru, the annoying guy who gets under your skin, rather than Satoru Gojo, the strongest with the all-seeing eyes.

And it’s not until some faculty meeting that he realizes he’s down bad. Every time he tries to listen to what Yaga is saying, his orbs wander to you. He wonders if you’d want to get dessert later, or if you’ll invite him on a little picnic again.

It seems Satoru just gets lost in you. It’s become so blatantly obvious to everyone around him. Shoko nags at him and tells him to just go for it. Saying things like, “You’ll regret it more if you don’t.” And he hates that she’s probably right, he hates that he has these stupid feelings even more.

“You’re acting like an angsty teen.”

He huffs, crossing his arms, “am not. I just don’t have time for that relationship stuff.”

Shoko pauses what she's doing, placing a hand on the table in front of her as she turns to look at Satoru with a deadpan expression, “but you have time for dates.”

“They’re not dates.” He mumbles.

He wants to argue. He really does, but he knows he can’t. He especially knows because he’s stumbled down into Shoko’s grim abode more than enough times, asking her what the hell should I wear.

And maybe these feelings get a little too real when he finds himself focusing on you, when he should really be paying attention to his students. Observing in a daze as you walk across the field. Your arm shoots up to give him a wave, or maybe it was a wave to everyone, but he likes to think it was reserved for him.

Or maybe it’s when he’s making a cup of coffee, and you brush against him. And he just pauses what he’s doing because he finds you so captivating. He can’t help the way his hands yearn to trace every curve. To sculpt you into the space of his mind, and create a masterpiece that is you.

But whenever you’re near, his body is always left feeling a little confused as this calm and unease both settle as lovers within him. The unrest that stems from the lack of control, that unpredictability leaves him nervous. And he knows vulnerability comes with weakness, and to be weak is to be slashed down.

When he stumbles back into his office, he realizes he forgot cream and sugar. And it’s the little things like this that make his thoughts race. His brain wants him to run far away from you. It’s telling him to leave you behind before this can go any further. He tugs at his hair, clawing at his scalp. His eyes scan for something they can’t see. He desperately scours his mind to figure out what to do.

Knock knock

And his head shoots up. He feels like he’s been caught doing something he shouldn’t be. That is, until he realizes it’s you, and then things feel a little okay. Almost as if you bring along the unspoken words he’s searching for. You don’t pry, and you don’t ask questions he doesn’t wanna answer.

Maybe that’s why he’s grown to feel this way for you. You don’t push too hard, and when you do, it’s always at the right times. Oh, and you’re always sure to bring him some proper food when you pop in to say hi. You do all these things and expect nothing in return.

You dig deeper than the flimsy mask he wears and you’re patient with these circles he finds himself running in. You don’t chase him, instead you stroll behind, cherishing the journey that you’ve found yourself on. In the end, he feels human with you.

“Did you eat something today? You look ghostly.” You giggle, holding up a bag, “I brought lunch, let’s eat.”

And it’s now, he thinks, it starts to fall into place, when he feels it the most. It’s almost as if when you’re around, a sense of peace washes over him, a feeling of calm that he can’t find anywhere else. It gives his soul a phantom sensation of being so tenderly held; of loving arms around him. It’s not just a physical sensation, but something deeper, something that touches his core.

It’s like he can feel his essence expanding, reaching out towards something unknown, as if they were two halves of the same whole. It’s a feeling of completeness, of being exactly where he’s meant to be. And when he breathes, it’s as if he’s inhaling remnants of himself; or rather, somebody foreign, yet so very familiar to him. 

And it’s days like today where he craves this sound the most. Days where the world feels a little empty and dull. No amount of reverse techniques can mend the passing of a friend you once cherished so much. He doesn’t wanna listen to the talk of the surrounding people. He doesn’t want to boil in anger and sadness. And he especially doesn’t want to be left alone thinking about all the what ifs.

Like clockwork, you poke your head into this wintery office of his. You take a seat and push a bottle of water towards him, followed by a little sandwich that you probably made at home. You don’t say anything, allowing him to wither in the noise you bring. And little by little he nibbles quietly on the food you offer, sipping the water as he goes.

Your eyes find his when you break the silence, “Seriously, Satoru, are you okay?”

“Always.” He gave you a toothy grin, but his facade has grown to become useless against you.

In return, you give him a soft smile; a knowing one, “Whenever you’re ready, you know where to find me.”

Off you go again, into those trees to listen for something he can’t seem to find. His heart yearns for this sound that you speak of. It’s dire for him to know. He craves the calm you have and the peace you carry. And he wonders if you’ll ever give him a taste of it.

He lets himself linger in the essence you’ve left behind. Pondering on the events that have taken place over the months. You’ve so diligently taken care of everyone affected by the tragedy, and yet you still find the time to come to him and comfort him in a way he doesn’t know he needs.

Satoru sighs loudly, running a hand through his snowy hair. He asks himself if he could handle your death, if he could let you go. He also wonders if he’s looking too deep into this.

His heart reaches out to find your remnants, begging for your peace. It pleads for your calm and yearns for your ease. And this is when he almost subconsciously gets up to follow you along into your pillowy green song. His legs started to move before his mind could protest. It feels natural; it feels normal. Your vibrations linger on the path he follows and his roots guide him to his haven.

It’s in these woods Satoru has found his heart lies with you. It dances with you as you pull him in to move along to the sounds of your music. His heart sings a little out of tune with you in the mornings and it sways along to your memory. And as he delves deeper into these trees, the sound is clear to him more than ever.

He can hear the echoing hums that follow the wind, guiding it into the ears that are willing to listen. The leaves that dance and sing, and the life within them that stomps their feet. The wild flowers that do their best to keep up, giving to the little bees that decide to follow. And he sees how the sun shines brightly down on the whispers of the world, carrying its warmth to those who may need it.

This is where peace is found. And this is where the heart goes to heal, taking the sacred medicine and using it to prepare the soul for its next battle — whatever it may be. And this is exactly what Satoru needs; a cleanse of his broken heart. Far away from the bustling city life. It’s a place where time stands still and chooses to tenderly embrace the wandering spirits that pay it a visit.

Deep within is where he finds you, basking quietly in the light rays. Allowing your body to nourish itself with what’s offered to you. And during these scarce moments, Satoru has come to find that the music of the forest dwells within you, wherever you may be.

#𓂃 ⋆｡°﹆ ⁞ spirit writes #gojo u stupid cheesy man #i hate him sm #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo x you #gojou x reader #gojo satoru x gender neutral reader #gojo x gn!reader #gojo x y/n #jjk x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x you

[divineerdrick]

Homestuck: Beyond Canon Upd8 for March 8, 2024

Alright! Not expecting this to be as hard hitting as last time, but who knows what the gang has planned.

First, we've got a news post from James saying they're playing around a bit with the upd8 schedule this month. I'm glad they're not doing a page a day, though there were times when that happened during the old upd8 culture. As he says, the big thing was that we never knew when one would drop, or how big of an upd8 it would be. But at the end of the day, that required a ton of output that only a madman, or someone in the deep throws of their creative passion (same thing really) can produce. This team is taking a much more thought out route to their outcome than Andrew did, planning things out with outlines and storyboards well ahead of time. Not a lot of room for pages to drop multiple times in a day with that kind work involved.

This won't exactly have me mashing my f5 key until the next upd8, but my ear will definitely be to the ground.

Of course Meenah is the Big Kahuna. But the BIGGEST KAHUNA? I'm going to be so glad to see our favorite shouty boy again.

Damn! This art! That is most definitely no longer a shouty "boy". Karkat has been through some shit!

And yes! You did keep us waiting!

He's been called so much worse. I honestly love this exchange.

LOBsTErs? Why do I feel like I don't want to know, even though I'm very much about to know.

Now that's the kind of seizure inducing, artifact filled GIF we've all come to know and love!

Despite the all caps, this is a very different Karkat. This is the kind of moment where the Karkat we watched grow up would have gone on some kind of epic rant. If this is him "PRETTY FUCKING STRESSED!" now, he's definitely gotten a hell of a lot more steady keel.

But then, he probably had to even more so than when he was trying to wrangle two bloodthirsty teams together.

Oh wow . . . We're talking about Dave and Jade. This is definitely more of a rant, though still kind of tame. I mean, god! I can't even imagine what this would be like, though I probably have friends who know this pain. Civilization was literally sliding into fascism, and when it was go time Dave couldn't commit. Even with the whole Candy "will they/won't they" they were still best bros. And yet Dave dragged his heels on helping Karkat when he needed it.

And from Karkat's perspective, they had no sooner gotten past all that, including the awkward apologies, and Dave just mysteriously dies. I wonder if anyone has figured out why Dave died?

Actually, this might be why we haven't heard about it from Jade yet. From the perspective of the war, this appears to be old news. It doesn't feel like it's been that long, but things happen fast in a conflict like this. And you don't really get time to truly process and move on until it's all over.

And yet, when it comes to Sollux!

Alright the players are taking the stage. Things are about to get into motion. And we end our upd8 on . . .

This glorious piece of crap!

By the Goddess . . . just look at it . . .

I'm no poet like Dave is. I can't elaborate on how gloriously shitty this incredible tour de force is. So I'm just going to leave it here for you to drink it all in.

#live blogging #liveblogging #live blog #homestuck #homestuck beyond canon #homestuck beyond canon spoilers #homestuck liveblog #liveblog #homestuck upd8 #homestuck 2 #homestuck spoilers #hsbc #hs #upd8 spoilers #update spoilers #upd8 #hsbc upd8 #hs spoilers

[r4zberrygirl]

I don't want you like a best friend

hinata shoyo x gn reader, post timeskip/brazil arc, fluff, 1k+ words

cw: suggestive but no explicit sex, bars/drinking, reader wears a dress and is shorter than hinata

an: this might be my fav one so far! brazil!hinata just does smth to me man he's so ! i definitely wrote this with she/her pronouns in mind but still no pronouns and no physical description of reader :) -raz

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Dress

ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▯▯▯

From his broad build to his tanned, freckled skin, it was clear to you that it had been a while since you last saw Hinata Shoyo. Shoyo had been a close friend of yours since you met in your second year of highschool at Karasuno. However his enthusiasm to play beach volleyball in Brazil swept him away from you like fallen leaves to a harsh wind. You could never resent him for leaving Japan to follow his dream, but it was hard not being able to keep in touch due to your busy schedules, yours with school and his with sports. But here you are, two years since graduating and finally in the same room as the one you missed the absolute most. 

Daichi and the other previous third years had planned a team reunion as soon as they heard everyone would be back in town. And you, being the manager that Kiyoko trained to work alongside Yachi, were of course invited as well. Daichi and Suga had gone out of their way to rent out a room in that bar in the middle of town. You had been before, but the men inside were never able to leave you as breathless as the one you were looking at now. You hadn’t yet gone up to speak to Shoyo but even from a distance you could notice how his career shaped him, physically I mean. His shoulders were wide and you could tell his back was toned through the white tee he was wearing, you think that you could spend all day ogling his arms but alas you’d have to speak to him at some point. 

You stand behind him as he finishes up a conversation with Tanaka, itching to reach out and tap him for his attention. Your hands clam up when he spins around to greet you. “_____,” Shoyo breathed out. You're certain everything around you went silent when your name left his lips. Not one for handshakes, he pulls you into a hug as soon as your mouth opens to say hello. You can't complain about his move though because it gives you the excuse to feel his hard chest. “Oh my god it’s been forever! How are you? How’s school going?” Shoyo casually interrogates you. 

“Hi Sho! I’ve been doing okay and school is boring but it’s going well! And it really has been a while, I mean look at you! You look like a totally new person. Well aside from your hair, just as ginger as always,” a short laugh escapes you as you think of his hair when you first met. A long fluffy mess, it worked when he was young but when he reached his third year of highschool, he switched to a shaggy undercut and never looked back. 

“Me? Look at you! You look beautiful and so grown up! I finally got taller than you though. But this dress! It looks incredible on you,” Shoyo flatters you and your cheeks heat up as you push his arm. You would be lying if you said you hadn't picked it out with him in mind. You purposefully chose one you thought he would like, and the sweet purple mini that adorned your body seemed to do the trick. Shoyo and yourself had been eyeing each other the whole night and the tension between your stares was thick enough to cut, but somehow the rest of the team stayed completely oblivious. His eyes were blazing and you decided in that moment that you would tell him how you felt by tomorrow.

It didn't take much convincing for him to agree on spending the night at your apartment. In fact he was eager to leave the second you suggested it. You both went home slightly more than tipsy, kissing and messy, and you both clambered off to your bedroom the second the door was unlocked. 

You awoke hours later in bed next to a sleeping Shoyo who wore nothing but a pair of boxers at this moment. You watched him breathe, his tanned back rose and fell calmly, freckled from all the hours he spent in the sun. Even with the events that happened only a few hours prior, your anxiety spiked the same way it did when you first saw him in that room. What if he woke up and didn’t remember anything? What if he planned on going back to Brazil and you were just a distraction during his days off? You decided you didn't care when his eyes fluttered awake and over to your form, glancing down enough to see you in just his white tee from the night before. “Hi,” he whispered, eyes closing again and smiling. You laugh softly and whisper back, “Hey,” while smiling as well. You thought about what you were going to say until he breaks the silence again. “Should we… talk about all this. Or are we just gonna go back to how things were and keep this between us?” You think you saw a glimmer of sadness flash in his eyes when he said that last part.

“I’ve liked you since highschool,” you admit with one hand holding his face. There was no going back now, “I was so excited you were coming back. You know I picked that dress out just for you. I figured you would like it,” you giggle slightly embarrassed. You sigh, “I don’t want to be just friends anymore Shoyo. I missed you so much when you went away I can’t take it if you leave again.��� Your confession was sudden but you figured the worst outcome was rejection, but even then the pain would have been dulled after your bliss from last night. Your hands begin to shake and you retract them to yourself. 

“____…” Shoyo trailed off. Once again your name caused a ripple of silence to come through your mind, but your heart began to beat harder in your chest as you prepared to hear the worst. 

“Please don’t feel pressured to say something it’s really okay if you don’t feel the same way-” You were cut off suddenly by his lips smashing against yours. Your hands went to his hair as his found a spot on your waist. You groaned into the kiss a little as he went to pull away. His bare chest was now leaned against your body and he held his weight with his arms at your sides. The eye contact you shared was intense. “Do you remember when we first met? You had just switched schools after moving and you needed help finding your classroom. You had that silly haircut that you always hated but I secretly thought was pretty cute.” You looked down, flushed. He continued, “We were only second years, but since then I always knew you were what I wanted. I never could see the girls in Brazil the way I saw you. You were just.. I don't know. Magnetic? Even when you got homesick and missed your old school. You kept lying and saying you were okay but I could see right through you. It upset me seeing you upset. And now we’re here, laying together, and you're telling me the feelings I felt for years are actually reciprocated.” He laughs after that last bit, slightly embarrassed. You kept quiet, not sure what to say. Good thing he always knew what you needed. “_____, can I take you on a date tomorrow? I know we've sort of fucked up the order of this stuff, but I’d love to catch up from these past two years.” He asks while rolling back onto his side of your bed, still looking at you. You snuggled closer to him, “I’d love that.” He wrapped his arms around you and neither of you made an effort to move. He notices a reddish mark under your jawline and smirks, he must've put it there in his haze last night. “So… about this dress…” he teased as you groaned and put your head into his chest, you knew you should've left that bit out. 

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq x gn!reader #hinata x reader #hinata fluff #hinata shoyo #raz.writes #Spotify

[jsprnt]

Healing Hearts PT.9 | Virgil van Dijk

Would a fresh start bring you more than just a new job?

A/N: Hi loves! Sorry for the late post. I’ve been studying for exams I have this week and the next week and it’s been insanely time consuming. That’s also why I’m choosing to take a two week break from writing, I hope you guys will understand. Don’t worry, I promise I’ll be back with a banger. For now, enjoy this chapter <3

WC: 4.326

Summary: Y/N L/N is a very skilled and praised physiotherapist. A certain event pushing her for a fresh start, as a physiotherapist for Liverpool FC. One question always being in the back of her mind: Will she be able to let go of her past and allow herself to experience new things?

I let go of the steering wheel as I arrive at the terminal, half slumping over it due to how tired I am. Rubbing my eyes lightly to not smudge my mascara, even though I knew that the moment I sat down in the plane I would be out cold and my make up would be smeared. Thankfully, I could use all my energy on driving carefully and properly.

I groan, cursing the scheduling staff for planning a flight with the team at seven in the morning. The match against LASK would take place tomorrow evening, so why the rush?

I grab my small suitcase filled with all the essentials I would need over the course of the next two days. I throw my handbag over my shoulder, actively trying to avoid the September sun, beaming into my tired eyes while locking my car.

I turn around walking towards the small private plane terminal. The wind had picked up since I left my home, making me feel like my suitcase weighed a million pounds. I place my hand above my eyes, looking down at the floor as I continue walking.

"Lookin' tired doctor."

I turn around abruptly, eyes meeting a cheery Robbo.

"Hm slept way too little." I respond, zero energy in my voice. He walks up next to me, a comforting smile on his face while he pats my shoulder.

"Sleep on the plane. Four hours should be good enough doctor."

"That was exactly my plan." I mumble a small smile cracking on my face, continuing to walk beside him. Pulling my suitcase behind me.

It had been about a week since the guys had come back from international duty. The away game against Wolves last Saturday was an amazing way to start again, with a 3-1 for Liverpool.

I had totally been busy with injuries lately, working on the recoveries and planning that came with them. Ibou could start tomorrows game thankfully. I still had to work with Trent on his injury, but I had full faith in his recovery.

Things between me and Virgil had been- normal. He'd joined the team on the away game, showing support to the guys even when he was suspended.

Thinking about that £100.000 fine he had received had me sweating just at the thought of having to pay. Expensive things and prices weren't that foreign to me, but having to spend that amount on a fine had me shocked. I had teased him about it, telling him he could abstain from buying a new super car that week. He had given me an annoyed look, as he continued to run faster on the treadmill during one of our appointments. I had never laughed at him that hard before.

He had brought up our conversation in his car after the appointment, urging me to not keep problems to myself again. I had waved him off with a smile, telling him I'd be fine. Truly, I hadn't lied. Everything had been going fine so far, no calls and no messages from him. I had just been living my life as normal as possible.

The week without Virgil had been a busy one, me being fully engrossed with work and everything. Both the paperwork and recovery of Trent and Ibou consuming most of my time.

The messages from Virgil were the only thing keeping me sane as I worked from morning to the evening. I couldn't lie, going to bed after reading a sweet goodnight message was something I really missed experiencing. That week had blessed me with the best sleep I'd ever gotten since I had moved to Liverpool.

We walk into the terminal, seeing all the familiar faces making me realize I had to actually socialize, instead of trying to sleep standing upright. We both walk through security quickly, being done within a couple minutes.

"I'm sitting." I mumble quickly to Robbo. I greet the people I walk past curtly, making my way over to the lounge, walking up to the very comfy looking seat.

I plop down, head down as I lean back into the chair. My handbag placed, on my lap. I close my eyes, sighing to my self at the peaceful feeling. Though sadly, that peace is broken by a hand tapping my arm lightly. I open my eyes, ready to yell at the person, but my mood changes as I am greeted by a hand holding out a warm cup of coffee. My eyes trail up the arm of the person, tired eyes meeting with Virgil's.

"Oh it's you." I mumble, squinting slightly due to the sun beaming through the glass panels. "Yes it's me. Disappointed?" He replies, a small smile on his lips.

"Very disappointed." I tease my voice tired, arms folded on my chest as I shake my head at him. He raises a brow, clicking his tongue before pulling the cup of coffee away from me.

"See, I saw you that looked tired and got you some coffee, but since you're disappointed by seeing me-" I chuckle at him, extending my hand to grab the cup of hot brown liquid. "I'm kidding, of course I'm happy to see you." I tease, taking a sip of the coffee. He sighs, looking at me with an annoyed but amused look.

He takes a seat beside me, as I sip on the coffee. The caffeine is either going to keep me up or give me the worse headache known to mankind in the next hour. I slump back in my chair, feet off the ground as I sway them a little.

"Why are you acting like you barely slept?" He asks, leaning closer. I lift my arm, putting it above my eyes in a comforting way. "Cause I barely slept like five hours." I mumble, a soft huff leaving my lips.

"Why? You were off pretty early yesterday."

"You'll either call me an idiot or laugh." I sigh before continuing. "I woke up in the middle of the night after dreaming- well having a nightmare about losing my passport." I explain, arm still placed on my head. "So- I woke up panicking. I immediately started looking for my actual passport and couldn't find it. Which lead me to turn my entire apartment upside down and a panic attack until I realized I had placed it into my handbag." I pull my passport out of my handbag, waving it at him. He doesn't spare a second before he's laughing as loud as he can, way too loud this early in the morning.

"You're serious?"

"Dead serious." I grumble, a little embarrassed at the attention he's drawing. "Stop laughing- you're making my head hurt." I mumble.

He clears his throat before turning to me again. I lift my arm and look at him, seeing the most beautiful smile on his face. My eyes travel down to his tatted arms, getting practically lost in the pretty designs.

He opens his mouth to say something, but he's stopped by the announcement of us being allowed to board. I groan, squeezing my eyes fully shut for a moment before standing up along with Virgil. He pulls his training fleece on, following me out.

The overly tired girl stands up, grabbing her handbag as Virgil walks alongside her. He observes her slumped and tired looking frame, feeling a slight thump in his heart. He didn't like seeing her mood so down.

He reaches out to her and grabs her handbag, her head moving to the side and up to look at what he's doing. His hand now clinging onto her handbag.

"Let me hold it- looks heavy." He mumbles, his hand coming to rest in between her shoulder blades in a comforting manner. She doesn't react, exhausted and slightly slumped forward as she practically lets him guide her towards the plane.

Both are unaware of the gossiping and teasing looks exchanged in between the other Liverpool players.

The cold winds blow past them, making them slow their pace significantly before stepping into the plane and taking their seat, next to each other. She slides into the window seat, head already slumped against the soft cushion of the luxurious seat. He sits down after putting his belongings up, her handbag placed on the small table-like space in between their seats.

They take off a while later, but Virgil taps her shoulder, taking her out of her tired trance.

"Hm? What's wrong?" She asks, turning slightly to face him. "Here, drink this and go to sleep." He says, handing her a bottle of water. She raises a brow, grabbing the bottle and taking a few gulps.

"I don't know if I want to sleep now." She mumbles, standing up to remove her phone from her back pocket. "Why? You still look tired."

"Yeah but-" she begins looking into his brown eyes. "Do we have wet wipes on the plane?" He looks at her confused, wondering why she'd need them. "I'll be back." she says. Walking away as he's looking back at her confused.

She walks back not even a minute later, wet wipes in her hand as she sinks back into her seat. She starts wiping off the make up that was quickly applied that morning.

"You're wiping your make up off to go to sleep?" He asks, looking at her intently. "Yeah, these white seats won't look pretty nor will my face." She jokes, running the wipe along her cheeks. Carefully removing the last of her eye make up before turning to him. "Can you look if all the mascara is gone?" She asks, moving her face close, so he can see.

Virgil stares at her, taking in the beauty of her bare face, realizing he'd never seen her without make up before, this time she was fully bare faced. "The make up? Yes, I think it's all gone." He replies, a breathlessness in his normally deep voice.

She smiles, moving back to sit in her seat comfortably. "Thank you for checking." She discards the used wipes. She can feel her head staring to hurt and places her head back on the soft cushion, a yawn leaving her lips as her eyes become droopy, her exhaustion taking over and pulling her into a slumber. Soft snores making it obvious she was in need of a nap.

The athlete notices the snores, chuckling at the physio sleeping peacefully next him. Staring at her for a moment, tracing her beautiful features with his eyes.

He notices her shiver, and tugs his training fleece off, leaving him in his T-shirt and draping it on her sleeping figure.

He notices his teammates loud banter from across the aisle, hearing them joke loudly brings a smile to his face. He glances back at y/n, noticing her stirring, half awake. He reaches out, placing a hand on her arm and trying to calm her down.

"It's just the guys, go back to sleep hm?" He whispers tenderly, and her eyes close again. He watches her fall back into a slumber, and returns to watching his show he had selected earlier. He'd send a glare to the younger guys when they'd get too rowdy, telling them to calm down just incase they'd wake their physio up. Glancing at her sometimes to check on her.

A quiet "Sorry Virg" sent to him after he would glare. Virgil unaware of the fact that his teammates were gossiping about their way too obvious captain. Making up stories and betting on ways he'd finally confess to their beloved physio.

I open my eyes, squinting at the sunlight beaming through the window, noticing a jacket on my lap. I fix some of my hair and look at Virgil who looks totally invested into the show he's watching. I look at his bare arms and realize he must've placed his jacket on me while I was asleep. Making me feel warm at the thought. I reach over to nudge him, he turns his head immediately, removing his earphones.

"Oh you're awake."

"How long did I sleep?" I ask him, rubbing my eyes. He checks the time on his screen. "About two hours."

"Really? I was out for two hours?" I gasp.

"Yeah, I just let you sleep because you looked so peaceful." He says, staring at my slightly disheveled form. I can feel my face flush, so I decide stand up, grabbing my handbag and telling him I'll freshen up. I walk past him, sighing to myself as I walk down the aisle to the toilet.

I stare at myself in the mirror, thankfully I didn't look that bad, though my eyes were definitely puffy. I wash my face and fix my appearance a little, pulling down the soft white top I'm wearing since it had ridden up a little while asleep.

I walk back into my seat, plopping down and staring at the screen Virgil was watching, he notices, taking out one of his earphones and handing it to me with no words exchanged. I smile at him, accepting it as we continue to watch the show together.

I watch as the guys train, the sun had gone down a while ago in Linz, the sky pitch black with stars twinkling as I look up to admire them. The beauty of the sky in an open field was incomparable to the view of it in the big city, but both were amazing to look at.

I had been to Austria before, not necessarily stayed but visited it during a road trip me and my family went on when I was younger. We had traveled all around Europe for about three weeks. My parents had taken much-needed time off and decided traveling and seeing as many places as possible was the way to go.

I snap out of my thoughts at the sound of a whistle, realizing training had finally ended for the day. I tug my jacket on, chuckling at myself for being cold while all the players were drenched in sweat due to training. I watch as I see some of the players sit down on the chairs on the side of the pitch, and walk over to hand them some water.

"How are you even cold?" I hear Ibou yell, visibly tired. I laugh at him, handing him a bottle.

"Because I didn't go running throughout the entire field like you guys." I retort. "Besides I have low iron." I say, zipping up my jacket, hearing some players laugh. "Low iron yeah?" I hear Virgil say, smirking. "What? Can you let me live?" I say, hands on my hips while looking at him offended.

Our conversation- well bickering is interrupted as I turn my head to look at Dr. Woods, who's calling out to me, talking to me about the condition of some players.

Since Dr. Davis couldn't be here I would have to step in for him. This also meant I could join Dr. Woods on the bench as physiotherapist, making me feel super excited for tomorrows game. Finally, my bench debut would happen!

We arrive back at the fancy hotel, our luggage already brought up to our rooms. I was told I could take Dr. Davis'. So, I had my own private room I didn't have to share with any other female staff member, making me long for the comfortable silence and the big soft bed.

I walk along with some players, listening to them chat amongst each other. I reach into my jacket pocket, grabbing the chocolate snack I had stuffed into it, just in case. I had been craving sweets lately, undoubtedly an early sign of my period. I unwrap it, taking a bite before realizing I'm being watched by someone.

"What? I can't have low iron and a snack?" I ask Virgil. My eyebrows raised defensively as I take another bite, shaking my head at his judging expression. He raises his hands, jokingly surrendering with a smile on his face. "I didn't say a word."

"You've been on the doctors case a lot captain, give it a rest." I hear Robbo say as he puts his arm around my shoulders. I smile at him, as he tries defending me. "I know right he's being so rude." I say, as I start fake crying and Robbo laughings. I glance back at Virgil, seeing his expression drop for a moment, something flickering in his eyes.

"You've been teaming up with my teammates! What is this, no support for your captain at all!" He points to Robbo, but other players around us laugh, knowing they've joined me with teasing him. "Sorry lad, the doctor is the one helping me recover after I get injured. I don't want to be on her bad side." I smirk at him, holding back a laugh as we walk into the hotel.

I tell the guys goodnight as I get off the elevator on the level my room is. Walking into the hotel room, immediately walking over to check the view. The shining city lights making me admire them for a second before jumping into the shower.

I walk back out of the shower, bathrobe on as I plop onto the bed. Picking up my phone from the nightstand, realizing my friends had been ringing it. I press onto the missed call, their faces coming into view as I lift the phone closer to my face.

"Finally, miss sports physio called us back." I hear Monet say. I roll my eyes at her, leaning back and throwing my self fully onto the bed. "I was in the shower." I say, voice tired. "How was the flight?" Priya says. "Fine, I took a nap." I reply, running a hand on my face.

"You guys, she called me at two in the morning! Thinking she lost her passport, panicking for I think an hour, before realizing she put it in her handbag!" Jul shouts complaining about my late night call to her. I hear the others chuckle.

"Stop, it's not funny! I really thought I was fucked this time!" I whine. "You really need to stop overthinking, girl you used to always do that back in uni." Liz replies sternly. I groan at the tone in her voice, a scolding from her was always imminent.

I talk to them some more, before hanging up as I had to go to bed. I yawn, grabbing my suitcase and choosing my sleepwear. Changing as fast as possible and getting ready to finally rest properly.

I cheer as the referee whistles, clapping at the team's performance during the game. Liverpool had won 3-1 and I couldn't be prouder since they were on top of their table. The match was full of exciting moments like, Ryan's first assist for Liverpool and most importantly the final win. Not to mention, my first time being actively working on the pitch during a Liverpool match.

We walk back into the team bus, everyone tired but in a good mood. I pull out my phone, checking my notifications before clicking on the highlights of my childhood football club, who also had a match, the same time as us.

Despite only getting interested into football in my late teenage years, my dad always made it a point to teach me to love his childhood club. It was a generational tradition at this point. Since my dad is part Turkish, and was raised by my Turkish grandfather, he had to support the same Turkish football club: Fenerbahçe. It was one of the things that bonded me and my dad, at least a little.

"What are you watching? Highlights of what game?" I pause the video turning to Virgil. "My childhood club." I reply. "Fenerbahçe? Right you're part Turkish." He remembers, and I nod. "Think Galatasaray is better to be honest." He blurts, and glare at him. He really had to say that he liked my clubs biggest rivals in their league?

"Stop right now, I swear I'll never treat you again." I threaten, offended. "You're a little too fanatic- Okay I'll stop." He surrenders, a smirk on his face. I sigh, and return back to watch the video. "Oh they won, are you happy doctor?" He interrupts, again. "Yeah, my dad is so happy." I laugh, showing him the rare message my dad had sent in our family group chat.

I glance back at him, noticing him staring at me instead of the phone screen. I see him look away quickly, mumbling something about football making everyone happy. I can feel butterflies in my stomach, but I try to shrug it off, returning to finish watching the video. This time paying half the attention with my thoughts somewhere else.

We feel the bus park a while later, and we all walk out and go up to our hotel rooms. I wave everyone off, getting into my room, not feeling very tired, but remembering we had to get up at nine thirty this time, to get back to Liverpool.

I hear my phone ping as I'm watching TV on the couch, snacking on some candy and chocolate I had gotten this morning. I check my phone, seeing that Virgil had texted.

"Are you up y/n?"

I immediately feel butterflies in my stomach. What's with late text?

"Yeah, I'm up." I text, snapping a picture of the snacks on the table. "Craved some candy and a good movie."

He sends a funny sticker, also snapping back a video of him laying in his bed, might I add, shirtless. He pans the camera to show his own empty room, hearing his TV blare in the background. "Ohh so captain gets his own room?" I text, teasing him.

I smile to myself. If anyone else was in this room, they probably think I looked like a giddy teenage girl, texting her crush.

"What room are you in?" He replies, and my heart stops for a second. Why does he want to know that? Does he want to come here? I mentally panic before, getting it together and telling him what number.

"311 why?" I ask.

"You'll see." He replies, and I shoot up from my position. Is he actually coming to my room? At almost ten o'clock? I neglect texting back, running to my bathroom, fixing my hair and putting on some sweatpants underneath my oversized shirt. I take my time, just in time for a knock on the door.

I calmly walk up to the door, placing my head against the door to check through the peephole.

It's hotel staff?

I open the door carefully, sticking my head out of the opening. "Hello miss! Your room service." I stare at him for a second, tilting my head before it clicks. Virgil wasn't coming over to my room.

No, he'd ordered room service for me?

I open the door wider, allowing the man to bring in the food, he leaves shortly after and I close the door behind him.

I grab my phone off the couch, walking up to the food that was ordered for me. Two charcuterie boards; one consisting of all sorts of fruit and the another one full off savory snacks.

This was the sweetest thing someone had done for me in a long time, it making me a little emotional. Tears well up in my eyes at the thought. I couldn't tell if it was my hormonal cycle changing or it was due to the fact that I genuinely was so touched.

My phone pings with Virgil sending messages.

"Did you receive it?" He asks. "I thought this would be better than eating unhealthy snacks."

I feel a single tear drop down my cheek, replying with a picture of my crying face. "Wait, why are you crying? Do you do not like it?" He texts and I feel more tears fall down.

"No, it's so sweet that you thought of doing this." I reply, wiping away the tears on my cheek.

"Come on anyone would think of doing that." He says, and I laugh to myself. He was either way too oblivious or trying to be humble.

"No, seriously. You're so sweet, thank you." I reply, along with a sticker of a cute kitten. He sends a sticker back, before telling me to enjoy the snacks along with the movie.

I suddenly get an idea.

"Do you want to come over? I mean I couldn't finish all this by myself.” I ask, a little nerve wracked, fidgeting with my necklace.

"Are you sure? It's late, and we have to be up early." He replies.

"It's fine come down!" I text back, before dropping my phone on my bed and running to pull on some more appropriate lounge wear, this time knowing he'd come over for sure.

My phone pings a couple minutes later and I open the message. "I'm at your door." I read, before hearing a knock.

"I'm coming." I say, a little quieter too not wake up everyone on my floor. I swing my door open, revealing a very relaxed looking Virgil, in gray sweats and a black T-shirt. The dream combo, I hold back a laugh.

I notice how good his hair looked, his waves done neatly. Did this man just take his durag off or? His hair always looked freshly done, no matter what.

"Hey." He mutters. A pretty smile on his face.

"Hi." I whisper back, returning the smile as my dimples show. I step aside, making way for him to enter my room, and closing the door behind him.

#virgil van dijk fanfiction #virgilvandijkimagines #virgil van dijk #virgilvandijk #vandijk #liverpoolfc #football #football fanfic #football imagines #liverpoolimagines #liverpool fanfic #virgil van dijk x reader #virgil x reader #footballer x reader

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 88 - Mood Swings Part 2

Xander: You hiding from the rugrats up here?

Ophelia: Haha, no. I just needed to lay down for a second.

Xander feels light-headed, thinking about the elephant in the room that he's about to poke.

Xander: Lemon Cake… Is there something you've been keeping from me?

Ophelia hesitates for just a bit too long.

Ophelia: Wh-What do you mean?

Xander: You've been feeling sick for days, and Vince told me he heard you crying in the shower.

Ophelia: Pfft, that little narc.

Xander: I know this isn't like me to say, but please be serious right now.

Xander: The nausea, it's morning sickness, isn't it? You're pregnant, aren't you? I'm sure you had your reasons for not telling me sooner, but it's going to be okay. This is a blessing! I know it wasn't planned but we're making good money-

Ophelia: Xander, I… I'm not pregnant.

Xander: …Oh. Okay.

Guess Xander shouldn't jump to conclusions. Now he's gone and disappointed himself over nothing.

Ophelia: I have had an upset stomach, but it really was just wedding nerves and my refined palate. You weren't too far off though, I DID think I might be…

Ophelia: I even took a pregnancy test the day we moved.

Xander: What? Why didn't you tell me?

Ophelia: Do you want me to tell you I'm not pregnant every time we woohoo?

Xander: No but this is the first time there's ever even been a chance, right? Why did you hide this from me?

Ophelia: I wasn't trying to hide anything, I thought I was being nice sparing you a pregnancy scare.

Xander: Baby, don't worry about me. I wanna know what's going on in your life so I can be there, even when it's not fun. But wait, then… why were you crying earlier?

Ophelia: It's dumb.

Xander: Ophelia, I know you. You don't cry over nothing. If you're not hormonal from being pregnant, why were you crying?

Ophelia: I was crying because I'm NOT pregnant, okay?

Ophelia: Up until I took the test, I was panicking, trying to figure out what we'd do for childcare, buying baby stuff, having our lives completely changed… but then the test came out negative. I was so worried about planning for a baby I never considered there wasn't one.

Ophelia: I thought I'd be relieved when I saw one line instead of two, but I wasn't. I felt like something had been taken from me… but I guess there was never anything to take, was there? Being around the kids so soon after made it hard to fight the disappointment for long.

Xander: I wish you had told me. We're a team, remember? I can't be here for you if I don't know what's going on.

Ophelia: I didn't know what to say. I'm sorry.

Xander: If it makes you feel better, finding out you're not pregnant when I thought you were made me a little sad too.

Ophelia: Why would you being sad too make me feel better?

Xander: I dunno. Misery loves company?

A silence settles between the two before something dawns on him.

Xander: Y'know, if we're both sad you're not accidentally pregnant… We could always get you pregnant on purpose.

Ophelia: Really? We haven't even been married a week.

Xander: Marcie and Joaquin conceived Vince the day they met and they seem happy.

Ophelia: I can't believe Joaquin mentioned that in his vows. I forgot to thank you for not bringing up our woohoo partners saga in yours.

Ophelia and Xander make plans to schedule their own honeymoon around her highest fertility day. A babymoon!

The two hug before going back downstairs to make sure the Sistem kids haven't killed each other, their spirits lifted.

They're going to try for their own little Lemon!

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #xander

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Dear Soobin (Choi Soobin)

"Go ahead, I'm all ears. Though before you continue, I appreciated the gesture of you sending me letters"

Genre: Angst

Pairing(s): Soobin x Afab!Reader

AU: Highschool!au

Warnings: none

Synopsis: Soobin had started receiving letters in his locker for twenty eight days straight, growing suspicious of the penpal who seemed to watch his every move. What motives did they have behind the letters? Most importantly, who was behind all of this?

Note: Still really unedited at some parts but I’ll look over them in a bit. I hope you guys enjoy! ;; it’s bittersweet to me in a way how I can convey feelings of heartbreak to an extent that it hurt me to write and re-read.

Soobin walks up to his shoe locker as soon as he packs up his things, expecting to find yet another letter in it that was always tucked away in the same brown colored envelope, with the same wax seal he’d grown to recognize.

As the he opens up the door, one of his best friends, Yeonjun, who had been trailing behind him the whole time, comes up and puts him in a playful chokehold.

“Whoever this mysterious penpal of yours really is serious about keeping their identity a secret, we haven’t caught them a single time at all no matter how hard we tried. It’s kind of scary” Yeonjun laughs.

Soobin closes his locker door and nods in agreement, easily slipping out of Yeonjun's hold. For some reason no matter how early they were, the letter had been tucked away before they could even see who it was, almost like they had a schedule or something. The pair then walk out to meet up with their younger friends, Beomgyu, Hueningkai and Taehyun.

The walk home consisted of laughter from the other four, while Soobin on the other hand had been fiddling with the letter the whole time, wondering what they wrote to him this time around. It was always different everyday, and it could be a hit or miss at times.

“Another letter from your penpal Shin? I’m dying to find out who they are already because they seem so lovesick over you” Beomgyu teases. The taller male could only roll his eyes, though Beomgyu didn’t lie. Soobin did feel creeped out at times when the letter mentioned his activities in the day, even down to the ones where he could’ve sworn he was alone.

At home, Soobin takes the wax seal off and scoffs with a smile upon seeing the writings he’d grown accustomed to. “Huh, feels different but I don’t think it’s anything else that interests me” he mutters to himself monotonously.

‘Dear Soobin,

Hi! It’s day 28 since I started writing to you. I’m glad you read the letters and keep them, I noticed after you held a stack of them while talking to Taehyun. I know you’re probably dying to find out who I am, but I’d rather tell you glimpses of my day and of you through my eyes for now.

I’m planning to tell you who I am on the 30th day, so just wait a bit longer alright? By the way, my day wasn’t so eventful honestly. I was happy to see you, but you seemed busy and I didn’t have the courage to really get close with you.

My classes were really boring, I wrote several drafts of this just to keep my mind awake. I like how you speak well during assembly and how you treat everyone in general. I honestly wish we were closer, but it seems like a distant dream.

Anyways, you’re very adorable! I hope you don’t mind how my letter was on the shorter side today.

- Shin’

Soobin sighs but takes a double take at the revelation of when his penpal would finally make themselves known towards him. It wasn’t that far off, and frankly if he could take twenty eight days of boring letters, then he could definitely hold off for two more days.

The next day, Soobin had immediately rushed to tell Yeonjun the moment he entered the classroom. His friend gasps catching the attention of their other classmates, and he immediately shuts him up with his hand over his mouth. "Will you shut up? Sorry about that, it wasn't anything serious I swear" Soobin apologizes and slaps Yeonjun's shoulder, to which his friend winces at the action.

"Will you stop hurting me? And you have less than forty eight hours, I bet the anticipation is killing you if I'm already this nervous" Yeonjun runs a hand through his hair, Soobin agreeing with his statement. He didn't know what to expect, were they younger? Seemed like it, but all in all he couldn't tell. He was in the dark when it came to these things.

"Anyways, forget your penpal for a second. How have things been going with Y/n? I heard you're-" Yeonjun is immediately cut off as he looks behind Soobin, who also looks behind him to see why he had suddenly stopped talking. Sure enough, Y/n had entered the classroom just as Yeonjun had said those words, Soobin sending a glare his way. Yeonjun shrugs and nudges Soobin as a sign to call her over.

Y/n was their newest addition to their friend group, she moved to three years prior and became popular almost instantly with her kind personality and how she naturally got along with everyone. A lot of people also admired her, so naturally enough, Soobin had also become drawn towards her and developed a crush on the girl the more she hung out with them.

"Y/n! Over here!" Soobin called out, causing Yeonjun to hold in a laugh. They've been friends for three years and yet he still seemed so nervous around her.

Y/n turns after talking to one the other classmates and grins, immediately walking over and setting her bag down on the seat beside Soobin, while greeting both him and Yeonjun with a smile. "Pretty boring morning right, are we still hanging out tomorrow at my place?" Y/n says. The two males nod, Soobin looking absolutely lovesick as he stares at Y/n talking to Yeonjun.

"Soobin? Are you ok? You were spacing out for a second" Y/n snaps Soobin out of his daydream and he nods, feeling flustered that he'd been caught. Truth be told on his part, he still felt nervous even though he'd already started courting Y/n and word got around fast.

As the three of them laugh and continue their conversation, they were unaware of the figure standing outside and slipping a letter into Soobin's shoe locker. Tears stream down the person's face as they walk away angrily, but why were they crying? Soobin had no idea who they were anyway.

'Dear Soobin,

I didn't think someone else actually had your heart. Sorry if I'm assuming in a way, you don't even know me so why am I mad? I'm more mad at myself honestly for falling for you so hard when I'm just a coward behind a pen and paper. You're probably wondering how I even fell for you, and the answer is when I first saw you walking home with your friends. You looked so handsome carrying your school blazer on one arm and your school backpack on one shoulder, laughing as Beomgyu made some stupid joke and struggling with Yeonjun slinging his arm around your shoulders.

I stayed late at school that day to help out a teacher, so I hadn't run into you until that fateful day. I was shocked at how carefree and relaxed you looked, instantly recognizing you as the student body president that everyone had admired. Since that day, I started seeing you around more often with everyone, but most especially with your usual group. Sometimes you had a girl with you in the group, I assumed the worst but never thought of anything until I saw you two walking home together and you carrying her bag while talking.

I wondered why you weren't with your friends but realized you had stayed late for a meeting with the other student body members, that's how I found out the girl you were with was Kim Y/n. She was really pretty, popular and smart. I felt envious of her and resented her out of anger because of my own shortcomings.

When word had gotten around that you were courting her and were exclusive, I couldn't believe my ears. I felt rage bubble up in me but never acted on it. It was understandable that you liked her, you two compliment each other well. Then I started noticing how you both were around each other even more, love in both of your eyes. I hope she takes care of your heart well.

I'm finally telling you who I am tomorrow, and I'm just as nervous as you but I did promise. I hope I don't run into you anymore after because my heart really can't take the rejection. I hope you take care and move on after our first and last meeting. Meet me at the school gates tomorrow at the end of the day.

- Shin'

Soobin felt goose bumps all over his body while closing the letter. This person seemed to always watch from afar at his most vulnerable moments. How did they even bother to find out about Y/n? Not only that, the word of them being mutually exclusive had also reached the person too. He hoped his penpal didn't feel like they had a chance with him because he didn't want them to feel led on, he enjoyed the letters while they lasted but it only got creepy as time progressed. Though, he simply let it slip his mind as he got ready for his date with Y/n.

Hyeri sucks in a breath as she messes with the keychain on her bag. She felt too sick that day to even bother writing him one last letter, more worried about his reaction towards the last one and instead just opting to tell him everything straight to his face.

"Finally meeting your beloved Soobin? Good luck Hyeri, don't pass out the moment he asks you out" her friend jokes. Hyeri shakes her head, she highly doubts it, especially after already finding out that he was courting one of the most well known girls in school. Soobin was practically out of her reach and was just a distant dream at this point. Though she had to toughen up and face him because rejection was her only option, otherwise she'd never get over him.

"I'll never get over him at this rate so I'm trying to keep thoughts like that in the back of my mind thank you very much, Maya" Hyeri grimaces. If she had never seen him that day she wouldn't be here, struggling to gather her thoughts over some boy, who would never like her back as a matter of fact.

Maya doesn't say anything else as the bell rings, signaling their dismissal and indicating that it was finally time for Hyeri to face the very thing that had been keeping her on edge the past few weeks.

"You sure you don't want to back out last minute? I'm not even the one confessing and I feel just as anxious as you" Hyeri sighs as she walks out of the school building with Maya. Soobin's in the year above them so they'll be dismissed a bit later than them.

"Maya I can't just get his hopes up and not let it work out, I have to do this. My feelings are already about to spill over, I need his rejection to get back into reality. Hell, he's courting and maybe even dating Y/n for goodness sake" Hyeri stops at the gate and tells Maya to go first, she was finally going to wait for Soobin.

“Good luck Hyeri, be careful around him ok? I don’t want you to cry in front of him, his friends might be around for all we know. Call me later” Maya bids Hyeri goodbye on a bittersweet note, only hoping that the outcome won’t be as bad as they may think.

The moment Maya leaves, Hyeri hears the second bell ring, indicating that the older ones have finally been dismissed as well. A shiver goes down her spine as goosebumps grow on her skin, he’ll be here soon and she wasn't prepared at all. Hyeri's heart beats faster as groups of older students started walking past her, until most had finally filed out for the day. This meant that Soobin's group and a few more students were left, and usually these students were mostly the student council or students with extra curricular activities.

Suddenly, as Hyeri was about to turn on her heels and make a run for it, she hears Beomgyu's familiar laughter along with the others, while another female voice chimes in. 'Shit, they were already here. I can't escape, I'll at least beg for a moment alone' she thought to herself in a panic.

On the other hand, Soobin spots a girl waiting by the school gates, finally figuring that it was his penpal that he was expecting. "Hey, that must be her? Go talk to the girl, the poor thing looks like she's about to pass out" Taehyun says from beside Soobin. He looks at the girl and sure enough it seems like she's shaking, so Soobin walks ahead and tells his friends, along with Y/n, that he needed a moment alone and that they should wait for him.

"Will you be ok?" Y/n chimes in softly. Soobin nods and hugs her while placing a kiss on her forehead, the others looking at the two in disgust. "Shut up, you guys are just jealous. Now I'll be back, just wait for me here' everyone else nods and gets back to their conversation, Hyeri now noticing that Soobin was coming closer.

"Are you, Shin? The person sending me letters?" Soobin started. Hyeri finally looks him in the eye and nods in embarrassment, at least he gave them a moment alone to spare her from the embarrassment in front of his friends, and now girlfriend, she assumed. She did see him kiss her and hold her in an embrace.

"Yeah, it's me uh- hi! I'm Shin, Hyeri" Hyeri replies nervously, trying to take in everything she's seeing. He looks even more handsome up close, she could only wish to be this close to him every day. "I'm sure I'm probably just as you expected, but I'm here to really just tell you everything and what the intention was behind me sending those letters to you" she continues, biting her lip nervously.

"Go ahead, I'm all ears. Though before you continue, I appreciated the gesture of you sending me letters" Soobin was practically lying through his teeth, he thought some of the letters were borderline creepy in his opinion if he was honest. Hyeri blushes and clears her throat, ready to pour out everything she's been waiting to tell him.

"I really like you sunbae, and I've liked you for quite some time already. I know you really can't return my feelings, but I've admired you for awhile and wanted to let you know. You're just amazing and I'm happy to have fallen in love with you, even if it means breaking my own heart" Hyeri finally finishes and Soobin is frozen on the spot.

He tries to gather his own thoughts on what to say back because, he obviously couldn't return her feelings as she mentioned. He was already with Y/n and he's waited years to be with her, but he was definitely flattered at the good feelings towards him. Soobin sucks in a breath and smiles at her sadly.

"Hyeri, I'm flattered you think of me with good feelings. I'm actually quite impressed of your admiration for me, though, I'm really apologetic towards you because I can't return how you feel" Soobin rejects her politely. He's done this many times before, it wasn't out of the ordinary for him since receiving confessions was normal, he was usually just gentle about it since he was always too nice when it came to these things.

Hyeri felt her heart crack, of course this was expected. Soobin didn't know her like that either, so why did it hurt a lot more than she expected? Was it the way he rejected her so politely that hurt more? Surely enough because he was a really nice person with a lot of admirers. His heart was only for another though.

"It's alright sunbaenim, I kind of expected this and you can't really control someone's feelings. Thank you for letting me convey my feelings towards you, that's all I needed. You won't be hearing from me ever again I assure you, now I'll be heading first. Thank you again" Hyeri turned on her heels and walked away, leaving Soobin to stand still.

He walks back to his friends and puts an arm around Y/n with a smile, glad it was all over with. The letters were bittersweet and part of a routine, but a lot of things are temporary so Soobin let it slip his mind once again and focused on everything else.

'Dear Soobin,

You won't be receiving this, but here is one last letter towards you with the words I couldn't get out. Thank you for being the highlight of my day at times, the way my friends would tease me are memories I hold close and the way I would watch you smile, a longing feeling in my chest. You're truly an amazing person, and a great influence towards those around you is one thing that helped inspire me and made me want you even more.

I'm happy to see you happy even if it means letting you go, take care of Y/n, you're both perfect for each other. I hope you live your life to the fullest, don't let things like this hold you back. Happy graduation sunbaenim, be happy and healthy always while my admiration hasn't faded yet.

- Shin Hyeri'

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