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yeehawbvby · 1 year

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Can you do an Arven x f! reader who likes to wear his shirts?

Of course!! I'm sorry it's a bit short/if there are any errors, I was super tired while writing this ;;w;; I hope you like it! 💕

Snug as a Scatterbug | Arven x F!Reader

Rating: G | WC: 688

The first time you wear one of Arven’s shirts, he’s very puzzled.

Standing at the doorway to his room, he watches you work. He left a few moments ago to grab some snacks, and when he came back, the last thing he expected to return to was his girlfriend standing topless in front of his closet. At first, this leaves him speechless and flustered.

Then, he observes as you pick his favorite, comfiest, yellowest sweater out of his wardrobe and toss it over your head. This is where the confusion ensues.

“...What are you doing?” he asks, leaning against the doorframe while his lips curl into a grin.

You stop flattening out the hem of his sweater, freezing in place. You’ve been caught red-handed. Rather than explaining yourself, outwardly panicking, or apologizing, you simply mutter, “Don’t worry about it,” before continuing to situate yourself in his clothing. You don’t even turn around to address him.

He won’t lie to himself – something about seeing you with his shirt engulfing your tiny frame has Butterfrees going nuts in his stomach. There’s something simultaneously adorable and hot about the sight of you in his favorite article of clothing; about how the fabric reaches your knees, and the sleeves go past your hands, creating little paws when you lift them up. Not knowing how exactly to respond to this situation, Arven decides to leave it be.

The next time you wear one of his shirts, it’s his white uniform top. ‘Why that old thing?’ he silently wonders.

You two don’t even have classes to attend that day – you’re just grabbing sandwiches at the local Every Wich Way. The shirt you had on originally matched your outfit more than this, too – your pastel pink leggings worked better with the pastel purple hoodie you had on up top.

Feeling his cheeks burn hot when he peers down at the way his dress shirt drapes over you, he decides once again not to question it. It’s not like you’re gonna keep stealing his stuff, right?

…‘Again?!’ Arven thinks to himself the third time.

He left you alone to take a shower and change after a long day outdoors with your teams, and when you return to him, another one of his sweaters is consuming your torso. This one is a black, Shiny Wooloo wool turtleneck that he bought while interning at a restaurant in Galar a few years back.

“I gotta know,” he prompts, getting up from his spot on the couch and walking towards you. “Why do you keep taking my shirts?”

Your cheeks redden, and you look away from his face. “Thought I told ya not to worry about it, punk,” you sass.

Arven laughs. “I’m not worried, I’m just confused.” You try to walk by him, but he stops you with your ultimate weakness: head pats. As his large palm lands on your scalp, you stop in your tracks. “I don’t mind you wearing my stuff, it looks adorable on you anyway,” he reassures you behind a wide smile. “I just wanna know why.”

You sigh, before bashfully answering, “Your clothes are really cozy, and they smell good.” You fidget with the oversized sleeves around your hands, finally looking up at him. “Feels like you’re constantly hugging me when I have one of your shirts on... It’s nice.”

Arven nearly keels over. ‘So cute!’ If this man wasn’t already head over heels for you, he definitely would be now.

From that point on, Arven goes out of his way to offer you his clothes. Oh, you wanna stay over for a night? Screw those pajamas, take one of his tees instead.

Is it chilly out? Toss one of his sweaters, maybe even one of his jackets, over your own shirt to keep warm.

Not seeing each other for a few days? He’ll offer you half his wardrobe. “That way you never run out of hugs!” he proclaims, making you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Now that Arven knows your “secret,” he might love seeing you wear his shirts just as much as you love wearing them, if not more.

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tealeavesandtrash · 18 days

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Wolfstar Micro Fic - @wolfstarmicrofic prompt: Amnesia - 750 Words

Remus sits on the sofa, staring at the bookshelf in front of him, wonders how many of those books are his, which ones he’s read or was excited to read. This is his life now. When he isn’t at doctors appointments, he’s staring at photos or objects pondering what history he has attached to them. This is his house, he knows logically it is - he’s in photos on the walls, his name is on the mail - but it feels like he’s living in a stranger's body. There are days he’d rather stay in hospital just to escape the relentless notion that he's an imposter in someone else life.

He can feel Sirius’ eyes on him, watching in anticipation, like any moment things will snap back into place. “Lily found some more photos,” Sirius says, “we could go through them today?” Remus nods, although he doesn’t feel like he has much choice in the matter. “Is she coming round?” “Yeah, but she won’t stay.” He likes Lily. He suspects they used to be very close, but it feels juvenile to ask outright if they’re best friends. Despite that, he slips back into the bedroom shortly after she arrives, feigning tiredness. It’s not a complete lie - he’s tired a lot which is supposedly a good sign that his brain is trying to fix itself. But he’s also tired of all the visitors - friends of theirs trying to help who don’t how to act around him and Remus is constantly running through a mental rolodex trying to find names for faces.

“The Potters send their love,” Sirius says while laying the photos from Lily across the living room floor. Remus scans them, trying to identify them. It’s one of the memory exercises they keep pushing in therapy that feels more like a child’s game. He picks up a photo of a couple and a baby and Sirius gives him a hopeful smile. Remus doesn’t explain that he picked it because it’s the only picture of a redhead. When he first picked out a photo of his parents Sirius had been so excited, only to be crumble a moment later when Remus explained it was a simple process of elimination - they just shared the most resemblance with him. Remus stopped explaining his logic after that, save people the disappointment.

Nights are the worst. When he’d first come home, he refused to share a bed so Sirius insisted on taking the guest room. Not that it made a difference to Remus, he feels just as much a guest in the master bedroom as he would the guestroom. Sirius loiters outside his room when they say goodnight, the same way he does every night, like he’s half expecting Remus to invite him in. “Why are you being so patient with me?” Sirius looks at him with soft, sad eyes. “Because you’re my Moony,” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. The nickname feels foreign. Sirius says it with such revance but it means nothing to Remus. “I’m not though, I might never be him again.” “You will-” “-You don’t know that,” Remus cuts him off. “People keep saying that, like everything will suddenly fix itself, but you have no idea. No one does.” Sirius swallows, dropping in gaze. Remus might feel bad for snapping if he wasn’t so sick of everyone’s blind optimism. Sirius takes Remus’ hands, gently runs his thumb over his knuckles. “It doesn’t matter,” he says quietly. “You’ll always be my Moony, even if you don’t see it. Even if you never see it.”

Remus curls up in the middle of an empty bed, a thousand thoughts bouncing around his head as he replays Sirius’ words. He thinks about how alone he is, open and exposed in a room that feels too hollow. He thinks about how his therapist told him to embrace the unknown, push through the fear.

The floor is cold under his bare feet as he pads across the landing and slips into the guest room. The curtains are wide open, illuminating the room with moonlight which he's immensely grateful for. It doesn’t feel as claustrophobic. Sirius has his back to him, chest rising and falling with steady breaths. Remus doesn’t slip under the covers, this alone is a big enough step, but he does lie down next Sirius, close enough that they’re almost touching. Remus takes a deep breath to steady himself, lets himself adjust to the moment. Tentatively, he lets his eyes slip closed.

#idk how i feel about this one like i love the concept?? but idk i got the flow i wanted??#remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #remus x sirius #marauders #complete #oneshot #micro fiction #maddy writes #wolfstar fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #amnesia au #wolfstar microfic

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yuly · 1 year

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Hey, hope you're doing good today 🤠 Angsty requests 🤔 how about Dom!Hotch and BAU!reader having a fight before getting to work, they get a case and she defies anything Hotch says or tells her to do and they end up starting another fight on the jet home, so they go to the little kitchen for some privacy and Hotch grabs her cheeks in his hand as she's talking and pins her to the wall and anything else you wanna write. Thanks for considering this 🥹

→ hi lovely!! I loved writing this, but I can’t lie this one is pretty mean, I feel bad… sike! Hope you enjoy xo

cw: 18+ only, suggestive content (no smut), coarse language

Aaron Hotchner x gender neutral reader

That’s Hotchner to You, Agent

It was one of those days when nothing seems to go your way. In all honesty, the argument itself was worse than what you and Aaron had disagreed on. Something about his tone and that glare set you off, and now you could barely stand to look in his direction. Unfortunately for you, the team jet provided some pretty close quarters, and Hotch was constantly directing questions your way, egging you on for any type of interaction. You wish he would just leave you be for the rest of the day. So you decide to excuse yourself and take a breather in the kitchenette. You barely got a minute to yourself when he joined you.

You turn around, rolling your eyes, “I need some spa-”

He grabs your cheeks and corners you into the wall. His eyes flash with lust, his breathing is ragged.

Oh. Oh, he's turned on …

He studies your features before shutting his eyes and going in for a kiss. You use the momentary vulnerability to grab him by the wrist and shove him off. His eyes fly open, “what's wrong?”

“Just for once can you not think with your dick? Put your horniness and fetishes to the side for a second, fuck!”, you whisper-yell at him, scowling.

He quickly removes his hands from your face, embarrassed by your blunt rejection.

“Y/N-”

“I’m serious, Aaron. We are having an argument and your first instinct is to fuck? At work? Just be normal for once.” You cast him a judgemental glare before storming out of the kitchenette, leaving him standing alone and humiliated.

Oh. Oh, that hurt….

Aaron doesn’t speak to you for the rest of the day. Sitting on his bed later that night, his mind is spiralling. He is deeply affected by your words, repeatedly going over them in his mind. Your relationship is one of the few safe spaces in his life, and the prospect of losing that is numbing. He has never felt more open with anyone before you. The two of you explored your sexuality and interests, and Aaron was upfront about his reservations regarding sex and romance. You reassured him, encouraged him and made him feel safe. So to have everything thrown back in his face in a moment of anger hurt deeply. He feels like a failure and an embarrassment; he misread the situation. He doesn’t get a wink of sleep that night and by sunrise, the walls around his heart are up and there to stay. His demeanour is cold, he’s short-tempered and snappy.

After three days, you grow tired of him giving you the cold shoulder. You feel bad for being so harsh with him, but you’re confident this is something that you two will work out.

“May I come in?” you ask softly, peeking your head into his office. It's nearly 10:30 at night, and everyone else has gone home already.

“What is it, agent?” he asks sharply, not looking up from his papers.

Oh. Oh, it's agent now?

You enter the room and begin to shut the door behind you when he stops you, “don’t bother. I’m sure this will be quick.”

You look up at him with a weary expression, “Aaron, I came to apologize about what I said. I was upset, I didn’t mean it, and I want to make it up to you.” You take a seat and look up at him with doe eyes, reaching for his hand. He firmly moves his hand out of your reach, his face remains stoic.

“That won’t be necessary. You are only responsible for answering to me on the job. Anything outside of that, you may report to agent Rossi. If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to reach out to Chief Strauss.”

Oh. Oh, that hurt…

Your eyes widen, lips trembling, “You don’t mean that, Aaron.”

He shoots you an irritated look, “that’s Hotchner to you, agent. Have a good evening.”

Your stomach drops at the wrath of Hotch as he stares you down. You walk out of his office defeated, your head spinning. You’ve now traded spots with him, the two of you drowning in pools of anger and hurt, the eclipse of your relationship casting a dark shadow over the love that once was.

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x gn reader #aaron hotchner x gn!reader #aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotchner angst #yuly writes!#aaron hotchner x you

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Anonymous: Can you do Lady Dimitrescu and her daughters fussing over reader to take vitamins and eat properly because they feed off reader and don't want reader getting hurt please? 😅💕

Yeah! They’re hungry and Y/N is a tasty snack ;) Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

Alcina was always nurturing, but now with her feeding from you, she is even more diligent about taking care of you. She constantly reminds you to eat or take your vitamins. It’s rough on your system to produce so much blood for her and she needs to know you are okay. “You need to take your vitamins, draga,” She demands says as you come down to the dining hall. She holds out a bottle of supplements to you. “I don’t want you getting sick.”

You roll your eyes affectionately, taking the bottle from her.

Alcina watches as you swallow the pills. “And you need to eat properly,” She adds, gesturing towards a plate of food in front of you. “I need you to be strong and healthy. I made it just for you, draga.”

You huff. Alcina is so worried about you. “I’m fine, babe!” You reassure her.

“Only because I’m taking care you, my darling. Now eat.” She says and kisses your head.

You crinkle your nose at the leafy greens on the plate. “What the hell is that?!” You ask, revolted. “How about pizza instead!” You suggest.

Alcina just raises an eyebrow and you shut your mouth. You know better than to argue with her. You reluctantly take a bite of the food.

Alcina watches with satisfaction as you eat, knowing that you will feel much better after your meal. You won’t admit it, but she can see how tired you are. It warms her heart that you want to help her so much and she’s determined to do the same for you.

“I’m only doing this because I love you,” She says, placing another gentle kiss on your forehead.

Bela:

Bela paces around her room, her gaze fixed on you, lounging on the couch. You look so tired. She can’t help but worry about your well-being, especially since she feeds off of you.

“Have you taken your vitamins today, baby?” Bela asks, her tone laced with concern.

You look up from your book and chuckle. “Yes, Bela, I took them this morning,” You reply, rolling your eyes.

Bela sighs in relief. “And have you eaten something substantial today? You need to keep up your strength,” She adds and comes over to you, her eyes never leaving your face.

“I had a sandwich for lunch, babe. I’m fine,” You reassure her with a smile.

Bela huffs, clearly not convinced. “You know I worry about you, Y/N. I need you to take care of yourself,” She says, taking a seat beside you.

You take her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “I know, Bela. And I appreciate your concern. But I’m okay. You don’t have to fuss over me so much,” You say and lie your head on her lap, cuddling into her front.

Bela can’t help but smile at your words. She softly strokes your head as you lie on her. “I know I can be overprotective at times. But it’s only because I care about you so much,” She admits, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You grin, feeling loved and appreciated. “I know. And I love you for it. But trust me, I’m taking care of myself,” You say, your tone firm yet loving.

Bela nods, her mind at ease for the moment. She knows she will continue to worry about you, but she also knows that you are strong and capable. She will be there to take care of you in every way possible.

Cassandra:

Cass is so in tune with you. She knows your schedule and makes sure you keep to it. When it comes to taking your vitamins and eating, she is a strict enforcer. She only wants the best for you… Plus, when you’ve had a nice meal, your blood is really tasty. But that’s just a perk, really! Her main goal is to take care of you. She loves you so much.

“Darling, have you taken your vitamins today?” She asks as you sit on the side of her bed.

“Yeah, sure, babe! Vitamins…” You reply, totally engrossed in the comic you are reading and not really hearing what she said.

Cass lets out a sigh of relief and smiles at you, coming over to hug you and kiss your head. “Good. And have you eaten anything? I can make you something if you’re hungry.”

You enjoy her warmth, but… This is a really good part! You can’t put it down. “Huh?” You ask distractedly.

Cass huffs and plucks the comic book out of your hand. “Come on.” She tells you and drags you to the kitchen, eager to whip up something delicious and nutritious for you.

“Hey!” You protest. “I wasn’t done!”

Cass whips her head around and she glares at you.

You wince at the look she’s giving you and sigh as she sits you down at the table.

Cass pulls out a variety of ingredients, carefully selecting the ones that will provide the most benefit for your health.

As she cooks, she chats with you, asking about your day and making small talk. She loves spending time with you and making sure you are well taken care of.

Finally, the meal is ready, and Cass presents it to you with a flourish. “Voila! A delicious and healthy meal, just for you.” She smiles and kisses you.

You take a bite, savoring the flavors, and smile at Cass. “Thanks, babe. You always take such good care of me.”

Cass beams with pride and happiness. “Of course I do. I love you and I want you to be healthy and strong.”

You continue to eat and talk with her, enjoying her company and the nourishing meal.

Cass feels content, knowing that she is doing everything she can to ensure your well-being.

Daniela:

Dani stood in the kitchen, her eyes fixed on you. She watches as you lazily sip your coffee, your body slumped over the kitchen table. Concern washes over her as she notices the dark circles under your eyes and the lethargic way you move.

“Baby,” She says softly, approaching you with gentle steps. “Are you feeling alright?”

You nod. “I’m just a little tired,” You reply, giving her a weak smile.

Dani’s gaze softened, and she placed a hand on your forehead, checking for a fever. “You need to let me take care of you, baby,” She scolds gently. “You know how important it is for you to eat properly and take your vitamins.”

You groan, rolling your eyes with a grin. “I know, I know. You always say that.” You say, taking another sip of coffee.

Dani frowns, her worry deepening. “I say it because it’s true. You know I feed off your blood, and I don’t want to hurt you. I feel guilty enough as it is.”

You look up at her. “I know you do, Dani,” You say, reaching for her hand. “And I appreciate how much you care about me. But you have to understand that I do it because I love you.”

Daniela sighs, her heart heavy with concern. You love getting to help her, but she can’t help the guilt that gnaws at her.

“I’ll help you even more,” She says, determination suddenly filling her voice. “I’ll make sure you eat properly and take your vitamins every single day, whether you like it or not. I’ll even remind you every hour, if I have to.”

You smile at her, the warmth of her love washing over you. “Thank you, Dani,” You say, squeezing her hand. “I love you.”

Dani leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I love you too, baby,” She says, her voice filled with all the tenderness and affection she feels for you. “And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you healthy and safe.”

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#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 #re8 village #re8 lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitriscu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x y/n #bela dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #daniela dimitrescu x reader

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nerdofthecentrey · 5 months

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I’m Sorry | So Mun x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff.

Warning: Violence, Normal Uncanny Counter Stuff

Summary: You and So Mun have been dating for a good while. But Recently he’s be acting stranger and stranger. Randomly running away during dates. You didn’t really believe his whole super hero story. Finally your fed up with it and want the truth.

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Super hero’s don’t exist. Even when your boyfriend started walking and beating up bullies you didn’t believe it. You weren’t gonna lie you were beyond happy when Mun dropped his cane and started walking in front of you. You practically takled him to the ground sobbing tears of joy. Remembering how you felt when you first saw him walking to class in 9th grade. You immediately developed a crush on him. You were always gentle with him. You were constantly scared he was gonna brake. You took care of him always slowing your pase to walk right by his side. Yelling at people who just so happen to say some rude shit. You even became close to Im Ju-Yeon and Kim Ung-Min. You protected them as well as you could. You wouldn’t take shit from anyone even when it caused you to get hurt. You would walk with Mun to his house , caring his bag if need be. He always told you how he wasn’t a baby but you didn’t care. You were gonna take of him till the day god took you both apart.

Then he started getting into fights for good reason. Rumors started spreading about how Mun was kicking ass almost everyday. You would try to meet him during lunch to talk but he wouldn’t be there. You would listen to the stories from his two best friends not knowing what to think. Then came the rumors after the huge fight Mun had. Rumors of him being a heir. He denied them up and down. But you didn’t know what to think.

Now Mun and you are out on a date another date where he promised to make up for the last one he had run off during. You walked side by side down the softly lit street eating vanilla ice cream. You laughed telling stories till he got a call. He stepped off to the side talking intensely on the phone. Mun walked back with a fast pase, headphone in his ear, yet a sorry look in his eyes.

“ Let me guess. You have to go?” You say. Mun nodded slowly.

“ I’m sorry but I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He turned to walk away but you catch his hand.

“ No way. This was spoused to be you making it up to me. What is going on, Mun..?” You ask him softly. “ And I want the truth. Your not a superhero. I love you but I’m not believing that.”

“ You know I can’t tell you that-“

“ Then what can you tell me! I’m tired of you running off everytime we have a short second together. You won’t tell me anything. I feel like..” You hesitate.

“ I feel like I’m not important to you anymore.”

Mun’s eyes widen he shakes his head, “ That’s not true. I just..we have to talk later I’m sorry.” With he ran away. There is no way you were accepting that. You were gonna get to the bottom of this if it was the last thing you did. You started running after him but he was moving 5 times faster. Luckily for you some old guy was passing by.

“ Can I borrow this like now please?!” You grab onto his bike. He just shrugs and gets off.

You follow your boyfriend in the distance practically yards behind him till you arrive at some rundown warehouse. You drop the bike looking around casually you catch a glimpse of red headed into the side of the building so you follow. You can’t help the uneasy feeling in your stomach but you ignore it for the sake of Mun.

The warehouse couldn’t look anymore rundown it was practically a maze stepping inside. large metal shelves with dark molding boxes. You pulled out your phone flash light making your way around the place you can’t help but whisper Mun’s name. Scared of who could be here.

“ I’m gonna kill you. And that will be that.” A male voice hisses. You cover your flashlight right away. Spearing threw the boxes your eyes immediately fall to the man standing over woman who cried. Your stomach was doing flips over the vibe you get from this man.

“ They will find you. Your not gonna get away with this.” She shouted.

“ Just shut up.” He smacked her across the face so roughly she went sliding across the floor. You knew your couldn’t just stand and watch. Or she was gonna die. But you weren’t dumb you grabbed the pipe that was sitting next to your feet. Watching as the man turned his back to you.

You took that as your time hitting him in the back of his head following all the way through. He let out a yell tumbling to the floor. He let out harsh curse words holding his head.

“ Come on.” You say to the woman helping her to her feet pulling her back the way you came. Luckily the woman wasn’t badly hurt so she could run with you. Finding the exit was rough but quick. You ran through the fields outside of warehouse when a metal plate was thrown at your back sending you flying towards the ground. The sharp pain caused you to wheeze you saw the man standing far away from you. You wondered how he could throw something so hard from that far.

“ Ma’am..” You whispered. The woman was staring at the man with scared eyes. It looked like she wanted to run and not come back. But she put herself in front of you.

“ Stay away..” She said softly. Then shouting. “ Go away!”

The man’s lips turned upwards into a sinister smile. “ Hope is a pitiful thing.” He hissed run towards you and the woman.

“ Run.” You tell her as loud as you can.

“ No I can’t. I won’t leave you. Not after what you did.-“ She grabbed you from off the ground pulling you into her side. You tried hard to breath but it hurt like hell to do so. Like their was pins staving your back.

“ Hey!” A voice shouted. It was you boyfriend. You watched as her slammed the man to the ground with inhuman agility. You and the woman just watched as three others showed up. Mun gave the man a hard punch for standing up. To which a young woman took over. Mun jogged over to you worry in his eyes.

“ Are you okay?” He asked going to reach out to you.

“ Noway! Mun, what the hell was that?” You say as loud as you can do him.

“ Y/N, It’s not important. Your hurt.” His eyebrows furrowed together.

“ It is important. I’m so beyond confused.” You eyes start to water tears fall down your face. An older woman in a red jumpsuit comes up to you. She gives you a warm smile which somehow makes you feel more calm. You let her get close just like that you were out.

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When you awoke it seemed as if you were in a cafe. You slowly went to sit up your body feeling droopy yet you were okay. The burning pain you had felt now gone.

Mun’s head appeared over you. His hands meeting yours right away. You snatch them back immediately standing on the opposite side of the table from him. The rest of the people you saw at the warehouse stood a couple feet behind Mun. You looked at your boyfriend with a look of confusion and fear. The person you though you knew you infact didn’t know at all.

“ What was that, Mun?!” You ask him.

“ It’s complicated.” He whispered. “ I never meant for it to get this far. Or for you to get hurt.”

You could hear the way his voice broke. “ Are you gonna me tell me?”

He shook his head, “ I can’t. I’m sorry I can’t.” He cried tears dropped down his face.

You could feel yourself getting choked up just seeing him like this, yet you didn’t know what to say. This was dangerous and he refused to tell you anything.

“ Mun..” You whispered. The older woman stepped forward giving him a look. Just like that your night was gone. Everything you had just learned about your boyfriend was no longer there. You were back to feeling lost and in the dark. Mun felt terrible, this felt worse than lying. Erasing your memory felt so shameful to him but it was for your own good.

And that’s that.

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A/N: Happy Holidays guys, Here’s a draft I started late summer. Sorry I haven’t been active like at all 😔. I’ve super caught up in school and everything I’ve had a lot to do. I should have more free time in January to get things done. I see the request in my inbox I’ll be getting to those as soon as I can. Enjoy yourself ❤️💚💙!!!

#angst #Uncanny counter Angst #Drama x reader #so mun #kdrama x reader #uncanny counter #Uncanny counter x reader #uncanny counter fic #Uncanny #Drama fic #kdrama fanfic #Kdrama fanfiction #oneshot #so mun x reader #So mun fluff #So Mun angst

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silkwormsilk · 5 months

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I know it’s over (Charlie walker x reader)

Summary: the end of a relationship that never really happened?! Charlie Walker thinks he’s in love with reader. Reader is in love with Charlie

warning: sexual topics, cursing, power struggles, lack of communication/ boundaries, friends with benefits, toxic relationship , smoking, brief drug consumption

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You made your way to the brunette’s window. Trying not to wake him as you slid open the delicate frame. Finally lighting the cigarette you held in between your lips for the last few minutes.

You sigh in relief. Smiling as you felt your lungs warm up.

You felt at ease in the boys room, happy to be around him.

You’ve liked the boy since you first laid eyes on him. Your brain quickly idealizing the boy that slept gently beside you. Light snores escaping him ever so often.

Rubbing your face softly to keep warm from the cold air. Letting ash fall off your cigarette trying not to make a mess inside.

Hearing silent bed creaks. You put out the cigarette. Placing it into the ashtray the boy left out for you weeks ago.

“Hey, you alright?” He asked, his voice husky from his deep slumber.

You nodded stretching a bit before climbing into bed again.

His eyes were closed, a tight smile plastered onto his plump lips as he makes more room for you to lay aside him.

The boy feeling relieved as you settle down beside him.

He smells the cigarette off of you. Smiling harder realizing he’s become accustom to the strong odor. Taking a liking to it since physically being with you. Cigarettes and expensive perfume.

“Charlie?” You say.

“Hmmm” he quietly hummed.

“Why don’t we ever hang out at school? I know you said your friends wouldn’t get me, but can’t i just say hey, or something like that?”

He rubs his face, trying to find a way to nicely explain how he doesn’t want you hanging out together publicly. He wants you two to live together in your room or his (like tonight). Like a dream he and you only share.

“Y/N, you’re an amazing person. The people who I consider my “friends” I don’t really know if they’d like someone like you. You’re different, they wouldn’t understand what we have” he says hoping you won’t question his motives.

“Oh” you say too tired to argue with Charlie.

“I would love to be with you at school” he continues.

You turn your head towards him before speaking again.

“You always say that” you giggle trying not to cry, tired of the boy constantly saying the same thing over and over again.

“I know, I’m sorry you feel stuck. I’ve told you why it wouldn’t work for us” he tells you reaching for your hand.

Gulping down whatever fight you had left in you.

“Doesn’t it make you.., I don’t know. Sad?” You curiously question.

He sighs to himself, still drowsy from you two fucking like rabbits. He takes a few seconds to answer.

“Yeah, it makes me upset. I try not to think about it, helps me sleep” he lie’s trying to play cool. Making you even more frustrated with the situation you share.

You nod your head, not knowing why you constantly find yourself laying with the boy.

You thought he genuinely liked you. He’s the only boy you’ve ever been able to hold a conversation with for hours without getting bored of each other.

Or so it seemed that way at first. He’s playing you hard and you know it. You deserve better, but your heart is attached to the long haired boy.

“Y/N?” You hear.

“Mhmm” you now hum.

“Don’t be mad. I know it’s difficult to understand right now. We have something special” he insists, squeezing your hand even tighter.

“Yeah, special” you sarcastically repeat turning away from him.

He huffs, moving closer to you. Both of you sit in silence. An uncomfortable tension growing in the air.

“I don’t know what to say, I don’t know how to make you understand I only care for you” he tells you.

“Hold me. Call me yours, just say you like me for fucks sake!” you angrily shove the boy.

He smiles, amused by your desperation. He knows he genuinely likes you, just not enough to be with you. At least not at the moment. He was so close to scoring with the girl of his dreams. He just feels it, any of these days the blonde would be his.

“Shhh, my parents might hear us” he laughs knowing damn well they left for a short vacation together and wouldn’t be back anytime soon.

“Charlie!” You whine

“I like you. You should know this by now” he says his hand reaching for your face tracing your features.

You give in to his soft embrace falling asleep as he held you.

…

Charlie watches as the waitress refills your cup with coffee. Your second cup, doesn’t understand how you can drink it without any milk and little to no sugar.

He doesn’t question you, just assumes you like to torture yourself.

You look at the menu in front of you. Overwhelmed by all the options available at such early hours.

“You know what you want already?” you ask the boy in front of you, eyes still looking at your menu.

“No, not yet” he says. Watching you intensely scan the laminated piece of paper in front of you.

“I.., I’ve been meaning to ask you something” The boy says.

You look up, your eyes cold showing no emotion.

He gulps.

Not knowing how to word this.

Both of you nervous in what the other has to say.

“Have you’ve been seeing anyone else besides me?” he asked.

You want to laugh at such a ridiculous question. He knows you’ve only ever been with him.

“No, what makes you think that?” You ask.

“I’ve been seeing someone” he announces searching for some type of reaction from you.

You nod: “okay, are you fucking them too?”.

Your demeanor is calm. Words hitting the boy like ice.

You can feel your heart pounding trying to focus on your surroundings other than the boys confession.

“Does it matter?” He asked, trying to break you.

“I mean, yeah It kinda does matter. You didn’t wrap it up last night. Kinda just fucked me raw” you tell him seriously.

He sighs.

“No, I’m not sleeping with her” he says looking around.

“So, what do you want? What are you trying to say?” You begin cross-examining the boy in front of you.

He rolls his eyes a bit stopping himself before making you upset.

“What am I trying to say?” He hums annoyed.

You groan.

“Yes Charlie. What are you saying? Are you telling me you want to end things between us. That’s fine, that’s up to you. I’ll leave if that’s what you want. You want me to stay around like some emotional punching bag like you always do? What is it?” You profess slamming your palm onto the table in front of you two.

He squints his eyes at the noise. Coffee spilling over the table.

You exhale. Raising your hand to get the waitress attention.

Asking for a towel to clean the mess you just created.

“Thanks, he’s ready to order” you tell the older woman.

She nods her head taking the warm damp towel from you.

Charlie sits in silence. Watching the sun rise through the window. Watching your figure slowly disappear into your car. You left him stranded at the diner.

…

“You look awful” the blonde tells Charlie.

“Yeah, I know” the boy laughs.

He can feel his stomach erupting with emotions.

“Didn’t sleep well?” She asks.

“Yeah, something like that” he tells her rubbing his face recalling the last few days he spent with you.

“Bummer” she says continuing to work on the project in front of her.

Charlie gulps, he’s gotten used to you questioning everything he has to say.

“Yeah” he mumbles.

He turns looking out the small window on the classroom door. He could have sworn he saw you passing by with your group of friends smiling as the last period was coming to an end.

He’s felt love sick since you left him at the diner, missing whatever you had to offer him.

Doesn’t matter if you wanted to yell at him maybe even chop his head off for being such an asshole towards you.

All he wants is for you to pay attention to him again.

“Fuck!” He shouts.

The blonde is wide eyed at the boy’s sudden outburst, the whole classroom is.

“Mister Walker, what’s wrong?” The teacher questions.

Charlie shakes his head shoving his belongings into his bag.

“I gotta go” he manically says, a hand running through his hair.

“You can’t just leave we still have 15 minutes till the bell dismisses u-“ Charlie briefly hears the teacher saying as he let the door shut behind him.

He’s panicking, not sure if you were around. He rushes towards the schools exit hoping to find you or your friends.

“Y/N?” He’s shouting.

You hear the faint callings, ignoring the familiar voice you longed for.

Leaning against your cars door smoking a blunt you passed around with your friends.

“I swear I hear someone calling your name, like it’s not just this talking” your friend laughs.

You shake your head making yourself small so the boy wouldn’t see you.

You just can’t get yourself to look at him. You need time to collect yourself, he’s taken so much from you over the last few months together.

“Eww, it’s the film nerd!” another friend squeals.

You want to hide from him, your friends, everyone.

“Y/N! I’ve been calling your phone all week” He says panting obviously exhausted from his search for you.

You’re looking at him, embarrass for whatever he has to say.

Your friends are hysterical over the boy even knowing your name.

“Do you even know this guy?” Your friends giggle.

Looking at him , then back to them.

“Yeah. I’ve been fucking Charlie for the last six months” you admit.

Your friends are shocked, they feel betrayed. Why didn’t you tell them? You’ve always told them everything.

“Wow, isn’t that great! You’re a real piece of shit aren’t you” one friend says leaving you to be with the boy.

“Whatever” you say as they all start walking away.

“I’m so sorry, for everything. I’m sorry for playing with your emotions. For using you, not paying attention to your wants and feelings. Shit I’m sorry about your friends, you’re not a piece of shit, I made you do it. I forced you lie to everyone. Why’d you let me ruin your life?” he practically vomits out.

You sigh listening to what the boy had to say to you. You’re feeling distant, almost as if you’re floating in and out of yourself.

“You want me to forgive you? You want me to take you back into my room. You just want to sleep with me, you don’t even like me Charlie” you softly tell him.

“You’re not listening. I never asked you to forgive me, I just want you to know I’m genuinely sorry in how I treated you. Don’t you get it Y/N? I’m in love with you” he says.

You roll your eyes, sighing at the scene the boy has created.

The parking lot is full of commotion as school is out for the day. Eyes turning to you two every so often.

“You’re interested in someone else, remember?” you spit out. Frustration consuming you.

You don’t know why you’re still listening to the boy talk, should have just got into your car and left him like you did the other day.

“I was wrong!”he cries out.

“Wrong about what?” An unfamiliar voice asks.

You grunt to yourself once you realize who it belonged to.

Kirby Reed, the girl who actually held Charlie’s heart.

“Kirby?!” The boy nervously gulped.

The boy looks terrified as if he was caught stealing.

You decide in that moment it was your chance to escape.

You don’t say anything, gently pushing the boy away from your door.

“Y/N, wait! Please it doesn’t have to be like this” he tells you ignoring his friend besides him as you drove off.

“Why are you talking to Y/N Y/L/N?” Kirby curiously asks unaware of the situation between you and Charlie.

Charlie shakes his head, his hand vigorously running through his hair.

“i.., I’m in love with her” he coldly admits.

Almost glossy eyed over the broken connection.

“Oh?” The girl responds. She thought Charlie liked her.

“I’ve been sleeping with her for months now” he continues unaware the pain he’s causing the blonde next to him.

It’s not like Kirby likes him? She just loved the attention she received from the boy.

“She’s pretty, we had gym together freshman year” she chokes out.

He shakes his head, leaving everything behind in that parking lot.

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hanluex · 1 year

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♡ HEARTBREAK GIRL — BRADLEY ‘ROOSTER’ BRADSHAW

rooster bradshaw x fem!reader | wc : 1.6k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, stupidass boyfriend (not rooster!), best friends to lovers, mentions of cheating, crying, arguing, angst with fluff ending | inspired by : ♫ heartbreak girl by 5 seconds of summer

“don’t worry, maybe he’s just stressed from work. he can’t hate you, y/n. i mean, who can? you are just overthinking, okay? he still loves you, y/n.”

bradley lied through his teeth, talking to you on loudspeaker while he covered his face, regretting the choice he made.

you sniffled, lightly smiling at your best friend’s words. “thanks for being a friend, roo.” you wiped the tears away from your face, taking a deep breath to calm yourself.

bradley went in circles after hearing those words.

he hummed, nodding even though you couldn’t see him. “always, y/n. it’s late. please go to sleep now, okay? will you?” he pursed his lips as he saw 01:32 on the clock that was on his table.

“yeah, i will. thanks again, bradley. i’m sorry for keeping you up ... again.” you sighed, feeling guilty for burdening him with your relationship problems.

bradley rubbed his eyes, trying to keep himself awake for a few more minutes. “don’t be sorry, y/n. i’m always here if you wanna talk, okay? good night, sleep well.” he looked at his phone, knowing you were definitely going to cry yourself to sleep.

“mhm. you too sleep well. good night, love you.”

“love you too.”

the call ended and bradley sat straight on his bed, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. he turned to his door, furrowing his brows at jake, who had been listening in on his conversation with you.

jake walked into the room without an invitation, crossing his arms over his chest as he slightly glared at his roommate/best friend.

“why are you lying to y/n? why aren’t you telling her the truth that she’s so dense to see?!” he fumed, tired of hearing bradley constantly lie to you as you cried to him almost every night.

“because i’m just a sucker for everything that she does, and i can’t bear to see her sad.”

“i know you are hiding something from me, bradshaw! why can’t you just tell me what it is?! please ... just tell me.”

bradley bit his tongue, enduring the punches you threw at him as you cried. the two of you met up to hang out because your boyfriend bailed on your date again, but it took a turn when bradley’s overly jolly acting made you suspect something was up.

“please, bradley. why won’t you speak to me? what’s wrong?” you were too sad to care about the stares that were on you. “i know you know something, roo. please tell me,” you sobbed, hands on your knees as you sat on the ground.

bradley wanted to scream. he wanted to tell you everything, but he couldn’t. how could he tell you that your boyfriend who bailed on your date, saying he had work, was at the same restaurant you two visited with another girl? how could he tell you that, knowing you’d break down even worse than how you were now?

this wasn’t a first-time thing. in fact, it was almost two months since bradley had been seeing your boyfriend with the same girl — who wasn’t you. he cursed his unfortunate soul, mad at himself for catching him exchange kisses with the girl who wasn’t you.

he wanted to tell you — but he didn’t have the courage to do so.

“i’ll tell you when the time is right, y/n. because right now, everything is frustrating, and you aren’t ready. i’m not ready either,” bradley cryptically answered, crouching down to meet your eyes, a sad expression on his face as he looked at you.

you wanted to know what he meant. you wanted to know why he was behaving this way. but you trusted him, too.

if bradley said he’ll tell you when the time is right because you weren’t ready, then you believed him.

“okay, then.” you nodded, slowly getting up from the ground. “i trust you — like i always do — to tell me, okay? i don’t care what it is about — good, bad, whatever — just tell me.” bradley hummed, nodding in agreement because he wasn’t sure about his voice at this point.

“i’ll call you tomorrow at 10, alright?”

“okay. don’t stay up thinking about it, hm? get some sleep.”

but the both of them knew that none of them would sleep that night. one stayed up crying while the other stayed up, gathering the courage to speak up.

bradley smiled to himself as he saw you ran along the shore, playing with the waves. it was two weeks since the incident, and you had never been happier.

don’t get the wrong idea! you were still with your boyfriend, and bradley still hadn’t told you about what happened — but somehow you were happier, and that’s all that mattered.

the two of you came to the beach, since you hadn’t seen each other in weeks — nor did you talk. just you, bradley, the waves and some catching up.

“slow down, you’ll get hurt.” bradley already had his arms stretched to catch up as you stumbled in the sand, laughing as you fell into his arms. “i know you are happy to see me and all, but be careful, yeah?”

“jeez, someone became full of himself in two weeks.” you playfully hit the male, a smile on your face as you held onto the arm he offered. “but yeah, i’m happy to see you.”

the two of you walked along the seashore, swinging your arms as you talked. “so, what have you been up to? what’s new?” bradley asked. “i’m sorry i haven’t texted or called much. i’ve been busy with stuff.”

“it’s alright. um, what’s new? well, i broke up with a dumbass of a boyfriend. it was a mutual breakup because we both realised we liked other people — but him way longer than i have realised, though,” you confessed. “it’s only been like four hours, so the breakup doesn’t feel real yet, you know?”

bradley turned to you with wide eyes, shocked to hear you broke up with your boyfriend — that too, only four hours ago. he didn’t know what to say, and he was sure if he spoke he’d sound awkward, but he wanted to know how you were coping.

“i’m sorry to hear that, i didn’t — wait, we? you also like someone else?” the words clicked in his head, finding it weird because you were so in love with your boyfriend — it wasn’t possible.

“yeah.” you let out a sigh, playing with the waves as if it was nothing. “what about you, roo? what have you been up to?” you inquired, although you knew everything.

“after you dropped that bomb on me, i don’t think i have done much. nothing, actually.”

“i wouldn’t say gathering your courage to confess to me is nothing, though. but if i’m nothing to you, then i guess that’s also fine.”

“no! you are not nothing!” bradley’s face scrunched into confusion, looking at you weirdly. “how did you know, though?”

you laughed, holding onto bradley as a wave tried to knock you over. “two words; jake seresin,” you answered. “he called me a few days after that sidewalk-crying fiasco of mine. you were pretty drunk, and you were rambling about how you could not tell me that my boyfriend was cheating on me — and also how you wanted to confess.”

“oh.”

“yeah, i was quite overwhelmed. i thought little about it, and talked to you like normal — but that didn’t last long,” you continued, smiling as bradley looked at you. “somehow, i kept thinking about you more often, and you stayed in mind longer than usual. i wasn’t sure about what i was feeling, so i ended up calling jake. we talked for a while, and jake told me i might like you.”

“oh.”

you found bradley’s reactions endearing, giggling to yourself. “i thought about it for a while, thinking it might just fade away with a few days. but each day, somehow, the feelings got stronger, and i knew i had to do something about it.” you let out a deep breath, biting your lip. “so i sat down with my boyfriend, talked to him, and we broke up.”

“oh.”

you pouted, scrunching your face as you looked at the male. “are you only going to say ‘oh’ about everything i say? because if that’s your plan, then i’ll leave.” you turned away, hiding your smile as you felt bradley hold on to your wrist, pulling you closer.

“i like you. very much. okay, y/n? and i have been wanting to say those words to you for a really long time.” bradley smiled, intertwining his hands with yours. “don’t feel overwhelmed or burdened about giving me an answer. i know you went through some stuff, and it’s completely alright if you take some time for yourself.”

“i know your feelings for me won’t change, so have some time for yourself and just relax. if you ever want to talk or whatever, i’ll be over in a heartbeat — you just have to call me.”

those words were all you needed to hear to breakdown — once again. even though you were completely calm — it was all just a pretense.

how could you behave normally when your boyfriend — who you had loved endlessly — cheated on you? everything hurt, and bradley’s considerate words were the icing on the cake.

“roo ... i really don’t want to be a heartbreak girl who always comes to you to vent about her relationships. i want to date someone who takes care of me, and i want to return it as well.”

“there won’t be any more of this heartbreak girl nonsense, because i am your cure, alright? you make me happy, and i want to return that happiness.”

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renardiererin · 2 years

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rintarou suna x reader

loud chatter ringing through your ears, as the music pounded against your head, and the lights blared against your eyes but you didn’t care one bit. you’d had far too much to drink to even be thinking about the throbbing pain in your head that grew by the minute. there was only one person you wanted to find right now.

“rin! thank god, i’ve been looking for you.” you sighed when you reached your best friend. he was sat on the kitchen counter, no drink in his hand. he was never a big fan of drinking.

“what’s up? what do you need?” worry laced into his expression as he studied your face for evidence of an issue.

“rin, i really like you. like, a lot.“ it was clear to him that you didn’t just mean platonically.

“uhm, you’re too drunk you should sober up.” he said, neglecting your confession as an alcohol induced delusion.

“why would i lie? it’s so clear i’m in love with you!”

“y/n, you know i like someone else. i don’t feel that way about you. i thought we’d been over this.” he said with a look of forced guilt on his face as if he didn’t even feel slightly bad for shattering his best friend’s heart yet again.

“if i waited, could that maybe help?”

“patience won’t change how i feel about you, y/n.” a small breath let out from his previously pursed lips as he pat the top of your head twice.

drunk, sober, tipsy, blacked out, wasted, stoned, shitfaced, whatever y/n was it was never enough. because she wasn’t ruby. and she knew he would always love ruby. you found an empty bedroom and sat on the couch by the fireplace

so i’ll stop being pretentious and loathing our friendship. you taught me a lesson: that love isn’t precious. it’s not like the novels. no pride and pres prejudice at all.

so ill just take a footnote in your life. and you could take my body, every line i would write for you. but a footnote will do. a footnote will do.

—

“i picked your favourite restaurant just for you. to help with that hangover i’m sure you’ve got.”

“hey, it’s not that bad. i wasn’t as drunk as you think.”

“oh for sure.”

“excuse me- i just wanted to say i think you two are a super cute couple!” the hostess from before approached you and rintarou’s table with a bottle of booze, him kindly turning it down due to your current state.

oh and i’d be embarrassed if i weren’t so pleased. that everyone else sees what you’ll never see. we’re perfect together, but ill never be the one.

“rin i meant what i said last night. i was thinking fairly clearly.”

“what do you mean?”

“im in love with you, rintarou.”

“y/n you know how this conversation is gonna end, we’ve had it a million times. i could never see you as more than a friend, and you know that. im not yours and you aren’t mine, no matter what you may want.”

“i can’t be just friends with you.”

“what?” fear etched into his skin as he ran through every worst case scenario he could think of.

“im in love with you, in case you didn’t hear me the first two times. i can’t just be your friend, rin that’s how how i work. i can’t pretend to be happy for you when you have a future with someone else and i’ve been by your side since as long as i can remember. i can’t be happy that you’re giving everything i want to another person. i can’t do it. i can’t sit idly by and pretend. this isn’t a fucking fairytale and im not gonna be a side character in your little movie you’ve created. soon enough, i’ll be merely a memory to you. and that’ll be good enough. i need to leave, and i don’t know if i’ll ever see you again. and if i do, i hope i’ve moved on. im tired of reaching for stars i can’t touch, and yearning for things i can’t have. i need to move on from you. i can’t do that if you’re constantly at my side, as my best friend telling me it’ll be okay just to gush about whatever girl you’re fucking, ten minutes later. i can’t do it anymore, rin. thank you for breakfast, i’ve really gotta go.” and so you left. running out the café doors, without so much as a glance back at rintarou.

it was just the wrong person, at the wrong time.

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my-castles-crumbling · 4 months

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Merry Christmas. I hate how all of us are struggling during Christmas, and it's so shitty. I'm sending you lots of love.

I just wanted to rant that, it's so fucking hard seeing everyone happy with their partners, living the life, getting jobs and just just living life, and here I am, struggling with my mental health, I can barely go through a day without having a mental breakdown and I'm struggling with my sexuality and gender </3 I just wish I was straight and that I was normal ... like, why do I have to go through shit, like what's wrong with me??? Why does this have to happen to me.

Sorry if I ruined anyone's mood. I'm just so tired.

Hi! <3 you’re not ruining the mood and I completely understand where you’re coming from. I feel like we live in a culture where people are constantly posting about all their achievements and the wonderful things they’ve gotten or done and we see what they post and wonder why we don’t have them too.

But it’s all a facade. It’s fake, so much of social media is all a lie and we need to realize that. So many people are struggling too. I don’t say that to make you feel like your feelings are invalid, I say that to try to assure you that you ARE normal. Most people struggle with what you are struggling with. It’s okay, it’s normal, there is nothing wrong with you.

The people who care about you most won’t care if you have it all figured out because they’ll want to help you figure it out! And trust me, everyone here is still figuring it out as well. We’re all here to talk and help each other ❤️

I’m so proud of you for getting through the holidays. It’s not easy. I’m here if you need to talk!

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 2 years

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Castle

Summary: This is me trying something out of my comfort zone.

Word Count: 1192 words (heavily unedited)

Pairings: Cash Wheeler x Reader

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose, @aerynscrichton, @daddyhausen, @damnnhausen, @starwithaheart, @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @sldghmmr , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @blaquekittycat

You terrify me

‘Cause you’re a man, you’re not a boy

You got some power

And I can’t treat you like a toy

You’re the road less

Travelled by a little girl…

“I’m sorry” Was probably a phrase Daniel was tired of hearing already. The sight of her on her knees, crying and begging him to not leave her while her closed fists tugged on his shirt became part of his routine after a day or so back at home.

She always managed to pick up a fight for no reason at all whenever he was home. It was confusing - to say the least. She used to cry whenever he spent too much time away on the road, claiming that she couldn’t handle not having him around anymore and when he finally got home, they would have a day or so of peace before she turned into this obnoxious creature that seemed to despise having him around.

It was becoming draining living like this, and truth be told, Daniel doesn’t know for how long he’ll put up with this.

“Get off the floor, nuggy” He gave a soft tug on her wrists, encouraging her to stand up.

Heavy, clear tears rolled down her cheeks, her eyes were swollen from crying and her lips were slightly puffy from her constantly biting down the plump flesh. “No! Not until you tell me we’re ok! I’m sorry, Dan. Please forgive me, I- I didn’t mean to, please”.

…Give me all you got, give me your wallet and your watch

Give me your first-born, give me the rainbow and the…

This time, their fight happened because he apparently bought the wrong peanut butter. Which both knew it was a lie since he bought the same brand they always buy and the very same peanut butter she was eating before he went grocery shopping. This was again, her trying to pick up a fight for no reason at all. Only this time, things got extra heated when she tossed a porcelain plate at him and Daniel called her a “fucking lunatic”.

“Get up and let’s talk about it like grown ups, please” He sighed

“No” She vehemently shook her head as she looked up at him with pleading eyes “Dan, please”

“Stop acting like a child and get off the fucking floor for Christ’s sake!” His hands closed around her elbows and abruptly pulled her up on her feet. She struggled to keep balance when his hands let go of her arms, and she found herself almost falling down to her knees again.

“Dan-“ She tried to reach for him, but his hand stopped her before she could get closer “Don’t, just…Stay there, please”

…And I've never played a fair game

I've always had the upper hand

But what good is intellect and airplay

If I can't respect any man

Yeah, I want to play a fair game…

Her arms wrapped around her waist, almost as if closing herself into a shield to protect her heart from the words that were about to come out of Daniel’s mouth.

“I try, you know?” His voice bore a familiar tone of sadness she had quickly got accustomed to. “I try to be understanding, I try to do my best to keep this relationship going, I try to not let my love for you die but it’s getting hard, nuggy”. His deep sigh made her eyes shift down to the floor, where she kept staring at her feet like a child who was being scolded by her father. “What’s supposed to be light and sunny is slowly becoming heavy and gloomy. That’s not how love’s supposed to be lived, that’s not how it should make you feel”

“I’m sorry”

“Stop apologizing, it won’t do anything…it never does, nuggy. We’re always apologizing then a few hours later we’re into the same shit all over again, it’s like a toxic, vicious cycle” Daniel ran his fingers through his short, soft hair before he sat down on the couch.

…You got too close and I pushed and pushed hoping you'd bite

So, I could run, run and that I did but through the dust…

“Please don’t give up on me” Her irises gleamed with hope underneath the large tears that threatened to fall at any minute now “Please, Dan. I love you! I love you so much, but I’m scared of it”

“Scared of love?”

“Yes, I…I’ve never felt like this before. Like I’m at the mercy of someone else. As if they held my heart and well-being, not me. I’m scared, frightened. I panic at the mere thought of having my life crushed over a feeling…a feeling that I can’t even deal with! I’m scared of the power you have over me, so my brain tells me to end this before I become a hostage of my feelings for you. Then I freak out, and in an attempt of preserving myself from a possible heartbreak I just fuck everything up and end up hurting both of us. I-“

…So, go and challenge me, take the reigns and see

Watch me squirm baby, but you are just what I need…

“I don’t want to be like this, Dan. But I am. I’m lost, I’m upset with myself and I’m tired of not knowing what to do. I just…I just want to be happy with you but I don’t know how” This time her knees did gave in beneath her. She felt herself falling down, but before she could do so, a pair of arms pulled her down to the floor.

Daniel was now sitting on top of the rug, and he adjusted his position so that she could sit on his lap. Her gaze met his behind her tears “Please, Dan. Help me to not destroy this. Please don’t let me ruin us”.

Her heart was made of pure gold, something Daniel always commented on but she never took his word for it. She always wanted to be the knight, never the princess to be rescued. Always the cold, never the comfort.

But if she only knew that the main reason why people love her is her pure heart, she would deny it in a heartbeat. Because for some strange reason, she never managed to see good in herself, even though that’s all she was made of.

…I want to play a fair game…

“You’re so used to using rocks to build your tower that you didn’t even realize you already turned it into a huge castle” Daniel kissed the back of her hand before he cupped her cheek “I have no intentions of destroying your castle, nuggy. I just want to live in it with you and help you decorate it a little bit” His smile was warm and comforting as he smudged up her tears with his thumb.

Her forehead came to rest against his, and she laid a chaste kiss on his lips, quickly nodding in response to Daniel’s unspoken question.

“We can even build some new windows to let more sunlight into our castle, what do you say, nuggy?”

“With you, I’m willing to try anything”

#cash wheeler fanfiction #cash wheeler fanfic #cash wheeler imagine #cash wheeler x reader #cash wheeler #masochist writes #Spotify

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desperate2lose · 9 months

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hi, i’m Des. i haven’t had an @na/mi@ account since i was probably 14. that was the last time i was thin. all my life i have had weight issues, which i now know are due to PCOS (i’m ftm, have been for 12 yrs). the only 2 times i was ever thin were when i was 9 because i played sports, and when i was 14 because i was r3stricting. i’m 5’6, and i should be somewhere in the 120-150 range to be considered healthy. my lowest was 130 in high school. i’m currently at my highest, somewhere between 250-280. at about 18 i started ballooning, rapidly gaining weight no matter how much i worked out. since then i’ve rel@psed a couple times but it never stuck because i was so scared of being how i was in high school.

back then i was a zombie. due to mental health issues but also because of my ed. i was constantly tired and sad and i wanted to be a skeleton. i preferred being d3@d thin rather than fat and alive. i don’t feel that way anymore. i don’t want to be underw3ight, i don’t want to d!3. i want to be thin, i want to lose.

i’m aware that reverting to this lifestyle and r3stricting isn’t the healthy way to lose. however, it’s the only thing that has worked for me in the past. and i believe it’s the only way to regain my self control. i definitely b!nge sometimes for emotional reasons and i am not okay with that. whenever i’ve tried to diet in a “healthy” way, i fall off of it, or i don’t hold myself accountable enough.

i feel like i’m the type of person where if i say i’ll only eat 1200 cals it turns to 1500. if i say i’ll only eat omad it’ll end up being tmad. so my theory is that i have more than enough to lose, so if my goal is to eat n0thing, i’ll probably fail but still progress.

some things i’m trying to avoid:

• ending up malnourished

i plan on taking vitamins and if i do eat, making sure it’s the right type of food to get me thru my physical job/working out/life.

• my mental health declining

i’ve been working very hard on my mh and i’m not going to throw that away. so i’ll be tracking my moods and modifying what/how much i eat to keep myself stable.

• “⭐️vation mode”

i dont want to end up keeping my fat on because my body goes into this mode. so i’m gradually going to reduce my calories over probably 6 weeks.

• going under my ugw

if i even hit my ugw it’ll be a miracle, but i don’t want to become so @ddicted to r3stricting that i continue rather than maintaining if i eventually get there.

• my loved ones finding out

i plan on making it seem like im just changing my lifestyle. i don’t want to lie, so i’m hoping no one will notice.

• failing

pretty much the only perk of me being obese right now is that my doctor wants to put me on appetite suppressants. i just have to figure out which i’d rather have, do some bloodwork, and then i’m golden.

DISCLAIMERS

i’m not in the mindset to be swayed into not r3l@psing. so pls don’t try to convince me.

i’m not fatphobic. i don’t see anyone worth less no matter what their body looks like. this is solely about me and how i see myself.

i’m not into shaming/triggering each other on purpose to promote progress. you can do that but leave me out of it. if i see anyone insulting me, i’m blocking them, period.

i (in general, sometimes i have bad days) do not hate myself. i understand that this corner of the internet tends to have a lot of self hatred, sh, etc. that’s not where i am in life. this is strictly about w3ight to me. if you are sewer slidal, post sh, talk about sh, or constantly post self hatred, i probably won’t follow you. i hope you love yourself soon though.

any tips on how to lose/vitamins to take/recipes/etc are appreciated.

so thats basically it. im gonna be blogging some kind of mix between ana and d!et stuff. some healthy stuff. some not healthy stuff. i’m not trying to fit in any boxes, just trying to figure out what works for me because i am so fucking desperate to lose at this point.

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limestoner · 29 days

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Autistic stuff I’m judged for:

• Not looking at people when there is nothing for me to look at. Staring at someone’s face gives me no new information; it’s just one more thing I have to constantly remind myself to do that takes away from me actually listening to them.

• When people tell me the same thing repeatedly and expect a response every time. When I say, “I know,” it’s rude? So I just run through the list of nothing-responses: “Uh-huh. Okay. Wow.” I have to be hypervigilant to make sure I’m responding “correctly” or the person will stop talking and look at me expecting… something. I don’t know what.

• Sudden changes. “You’re overreacting. It’s not a big deal.” I was expecting a weekend of hurkle durkling (means lounging around in bed in the morning instead of getting up right away, but I use it to describe all the things that help me prepare to transition to social situations/demands), but oh dear, the heater won’t turn on. Now I have to find someone to fix it and deal with talking to them and there won’t be peace until it’s over and the maintenance person has left. Not only did I not get the unmasked hurkle durkle time, but there’s another social demand being placed on me.

• Screaming and smacking when someone comes up behind me to put the tag of my shirt in. I used to make it stick out on purpose so it wouldn’t be scratching my neck, but then the feeling of unexpected touch on my neck is painful. Again, “Settle down. I’m just being helpful!” I love tagless clothes.

• I’m a therapist, so peak social performance is expected. Having to mask at that level is extremely exhausting. I always plaster a smile on my face even if I’m holding back vomiting because I don’t want my patient (or more specifically, their family) to be uncomfortable. I do my job well. But in order to do it, I have to brave the small talk like I’m treading through a minefield.

• Sitting in waiting rooms like I’m doing right now. I have to make sure I’m looking normal even though the music is too loud, I’m tired of sitting here, and I don’t know when I’ll be able to leave. I want to lie on the floor. I can’t.

• Because I can do such a good job masking, no one really understands that I can’t do it all the time. “It can’t be that hard. Everyone is expected to do these things. Everyone does things they don’t want to do sometimes.” Of course. But every waking moment I spend around other people, I have to be perfect to be considered “acceptable.” If I let the mask slip just a little, I’m rude, cold, insensitive (but also too sensitive?), lazy. If “everyone” felt like this in these situations, I don’t think society would be set up the way it is.

• Lack of a social network. “Just put yourself out there and make some friends!” How. Yes, I have managed to figure out that people are expected to make friends, and that the world is set up for people who have connections. But I have never known how to do that. Teacher says, “Get into groups!” Seemingly instantly, there are groups. And me. I ask to join and group says no. I ask next group. No. Look, I don’t even mind doing the academic work for the group. All of it. Just let me join a group before I get in trouble for “not following directions.” Or worse, the teacher has to offer extra credit for a group to take me. Yes. More than once.

• My problems are largely invisible, which to most people means “not their problem,” “nonexistent,” or simply “made up.” No one chooses sensory overload, meltdowns, being judged all the time. I’d love it if instead of “You don’t look autistic,” people would say things like, “Cool. What things do you like to talk about? Don’t worry about making eye contact if you don’t like it.” Just a small amount of compromise in my direction once in awhile would mean everything.

#actually autistic #personal rant

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jewwyfeesh · 1 year

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Vision - 1

Writer: Mitsuki

Character(s): Suou Tsukasa, Sakuma Ritsu, Tenshouin Eichi, Shino Hajime

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Note: i forgot to make a translation masterlist for this; ch 2 and the masterlist will be up tomorrow. Happy birthday kasakun!

Tsukasa: Cough… “Stars, hide your fires…”

Season: Summer

Location: Garden

Tsukasa: (Good, this set of Yumenosaki assignments are done. I’ll just need to memorize the script for my next job, and I would’ve completed all of my tasks for today.)

(Even though there’s still plenty of time before the formal rehearsal, it’s safer to prepare in advance… just to make sure nothing goes wrong.)

(Moreover, Onee-sama is also looking forward to our performance. For Onee-sama, and for the countless supporters of us Knights… we must do our best. Slacking off is not an option.)

(…Be as it may, I have been working non-stop for a few hours now, and am becoming rather distracted.)

(From this year onwards, I’ve been gradually taking over various family businesses. Even though it’s been smooth-sailing, and while I do have the determination and confidence in my abilities to preserve the glory of my family… I haven’t quite adjusted to the sudden shift of roles.)

(Besides, there have been many newcomers joining Knights, and as a result I expended quite a fair bit of energy. With all these pressures stacking on each other, my personal time has been constantly reduced… I don’t even have time for my solo training.)

(So I’ve decided to take advantage of my rest day and hide in this secluded corner all by myself to catch up on the tasks that I’ve fallen behind on.)

(But humans aren’t robots built with steel. We’re bound to feel tired after working for hours on end.)

(Or am I fussing over this and that because I’m still immature?)

(Then again, daydreaming here won’t benefit me in the future. It’s better to memorise the script and head home as soon as possible.)

(Let’s see, is the script adapted from one of Shakespeare’s works? It’s very much Knights’ style…)

Cough… “Stars, hide your fires”[1]…

Ritsu: ——don’t let the light disrupt my slumber.

Tsukasa: ……?!

(Huuu, how dangerous… I was so startled I almost screamed. That would simply be too ungentlemanly. Just who would be ungraceful enough to hide somewhere secluded just to scare me on purpose?)

Ritsu: …And here I was wondering about who’s the one kicking up a fuss. It’s you, Suu~chan?

Tsukasa: Ritsu-senpai? When did you come here?

Ritsu: Lemme think~ Probably when the sun wasn’t so bright? The summer sun is rather poisonous; it’s impossible to sleep soundly like this.

In any case, Suu~chan, it’s so much more convenient with you here. Could you move to your left just a tiny little bit? That way, you’ll block out the sun that’s shining directly on my face~

Tsukasa: Ritsu-senpai, please do not use me as a sunshade.

Ritsu: Boo, why not? I’m not letting the height you gained this year go to waste though?

Tsukasa: That is the evidence of my physical growth. Would it not be easier for you to stand, when compared to me blocking the sunlight for you? If you continue to lie here, you will merely be a hindrance to pedestrians.

Here, please give me your hand.

Ritsu: Sigh… how troublesome… it’s already this late, though, so I might as well get up~

Tsukasa: About what you said just now… you mentioned you were sleeping here early in the morning, right? So does that mean… Ritsu-senpai, you got here earlier than I did?

Ritsu: Probably. When I was sleeping, I suddenly heard the non-stop rustling of paper. The second I woke up, I saw you reciting lines. So, I didn’t hide in here to scare you on purpose~

Tsukasa: Cough. Even though I was not scared, playing pranks is not something a knight should be doing. Hearing Ritsu-senpai say that puts me at ease.

Though… I remember that Ritsu-senpai does not have any work nor practice scheduled for today. If I may, why did you come here to nap?

Ritsu: Oh, this~? That’s because I arranged to meet some others over here this afternoon. Running around is too bothersome, really, so I decided to come early~

Tsukasa: You are meeting someone over here?

Ritsu: They should be on their way over, judging by the time. Look, over there—

Eichi: Tsukasa-kun, what a coincidence to meet you here ♪

Hajime: Good afternoon, Ritsu-onii-chan, Suou-kun~

Tsukasa: Tenshouin onii-sama, and Hajime-kun. Ah, turns out today is Tea Club’s— no, I should say… is today the day that you all gather for tea?

Eichi: Haha, let’s call it that, shall we? It’s been quite a while since I’ve heard the term ‘Tea Club’ post-graduation. It makes me feel rather nostalgic.

Hajime: That’s true. Ever since ES was built, Eichi-onii-chan is always so busy that I barely see him around… much less find time to drink tea together.

Eichi: Could it be that Hajime-kun felt lonely as a result? For that, I’m really sorry ♪

Ritsu: That’s what you say, Ecchan, but you don’t feel an ounce of regret, do you?

Hajime: Eichi-onii-san, you don’t need to apologise. After all, it’s not just you… ever since Spring this year, the amount of time Ritsu-onii-chan and I have to sit down and leisurely drink tea has dwindled.

pic It goes without saying for Ritsu-onii-chan; ever since I’ve also become a ‘senpai’ for the new first years, I found myself becoming increasingly busy.

So… to be able to sit around like this having tea with my two onii-chans, it makes me really, really happy.

Ritsu: Haa~kun’s got me reminiscing on last year as well when he says it like that. Even though all sorts of things were happening in school, it’s always so peaceful here, really allowing me to get a good night’s sleep~

Tsukasa: Forgive me for my bluntness, but Ritsu-senpai is able to sleep soundly no matter where he is.

Ritsu: It’s not the same, Suu~chan.

And I really do miss Haa~kun’s floral teas. Sniff sniff… What a calming fragrance.

Hajime: I did bring some floral tea. Ritsu-senpai, you could smell it?

Ritsu: Cat’s noses have always been very good~ the same goes for vampires. Other than the aroma of the floral tea, there’s also another fragrance – something sweet and delicious. What is it?

Hajime: On the way here I happened to chance upon Mitsuru-kun’s favourite bread shop, so I bought some for us. They’re not expensive or anything, but they taste pretty good.

Thanks to the support of our fans, Ra*bits is a little more popular now, and there would be people who specially come to support me. Now that I have ample money on hand, I can buy cheap snacks without worrying so much~

Shakespeare's Macbeth, Act 1 Scene 4 Line 57

#enstars translation #vision #suou tsukasa #sakuma ritsu #tenshouin eichi #shino hajime

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hoonfever · 2 years

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ᴊᴜɴɢᴡᴏɴ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ; ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ

Summary ┈➤ You and Jungwon have always had some sort of issue. Nobody at your school knew when they started, but everyone knew it was Mei versus Jungwon. But with finals coming up, Mei starts slipping up, and Jungwon (being the fierce competitor he is) has to make sure his competition is still up for the challenge.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.5k

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Jungwon x Reader

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Enemies to Lovers/Rivals to Lovers ; Highschool AU, FLUFFF

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Fluff in later chapters. IDK IF ITS ACCURATE THE THE IDOLS PERSONALITY!! - !!Not Proofread!!, might have swear words

ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: bestfriend!Sunoo, All other enhypen members, mentions of members from Aespa and other groups.

ᴀ/ɴ: This is nerve-wracking!! Took me about 2 days to finish this lol.

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: @drunkjazed

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YANG Jungwon and I have always had a complicated relationship. We’ve known each other for almost our whole lives, some might even call us ‘best friends’.

And by ‘some’, I mean absolutely nobody. And that’s because Yang Jungwon, absolutely hates me. He’s constantly competing with me, even about the most pointless things. Because all he wants is to win against me, and I have no clue why.

Now, I won’t lie to you and say the feeling isn’t mutual, because it definitely is.

“Y/N? Hello?” I hear my friend Sunoo’s voice through my phone. His face is oddly close to the screen. “If you’re not there I’m going to hang up.”

“I’m here, sorry.” I say quickly and I hear Sunoo groan as he falls onto his bed.

“Did you hear anything I just said??” He rolls over onto his stomach, resting his head on his arm. Crap. I heard it but I just… can’t seem to remember it exactly.

“I, uh-”

“Of course not! You’re probably thinking about how to get back at Jungwon or something.” He pouts. Sunoo and I have been friends for the longest time, but he absolutely hates how much ‘time I spend on him’. (in his words, not mine.)

“It’s almost like you’re in love with him or something.” He mutters.

“EH?! Me?! In love with Jungwon?! That’s-”

“Impossible? Sure, Y/N.” Sunoo rolls his eyes and clears his throat.

“I have to go now. But I’ll see you at school tomorrow, okay?” He says with a smile. I smile back at him and nod as he ends the call and my screen goes black.

The bus ride to school is filled with thoughts of what Sunoo mentioned yesterday. I mean, how could anyone possibly think I was in love with Jungwon? The bus halts at the school gates suddenly. I step out of the bus with a yawn as I head onto the campus. The watch on my wrist buzzes rhythmically as it hits 7:59. I enter the assembly hall and take a seat in the row second from the front. I feel a tap on my right shoulder and glance behind me, only to see Jungwon and his friends seated behind me.

“Y/N~” He smiles innocently. I don’t turn back to face him.

“You were this close to being late for assembly, you know that?” He leans forward and I see him smile in the corner of my eye. It’s the smile he shows the teachers and younger students… Why the heck is he smiling like that to me?

“Not like it matters. I was still on time.” I respond stoically. Jungwon sits back down and I hear a few shuffling noises but choose to ignore them, until I see Jungwon walking around me and sitting in the seat beside me. I look at him confusedly and he smiles, this time way less sincere than the last.

“Oh well. I got here first, so I win.” He sends me a wink as he turns to face the principal who has just arrived.

Today’s classes went by a lot slower than normal, and a break is the only thing on my mind.

“Y/N?” I hear an unfamiliar voice from behind me and turn to see one of Jungwon's friends.

“You’re Jungwon’s friend, right?”

“Yup. I’m Jake.” He smiles sweetly, holding his hand out for me to shake.

“I’m Y/N.” I smile. I’ve seen Jake around before. He’s two grades ahead of Jungwon and I, but he’s very popular with the girls his age.

“Based on your tired expression, I’m guessing you don’t wanna hear what Jungwon sent me to tell you, huh?” He chuckles softly.

“Is it that obvious?” I joke in response and he brings his hand to the nape of his neck.

“Jungwon’s gonna start looking for me soon, so I should probably get going. I’ll just tell Jungwon I couldn’t find you.” Jake smiles, even wider and brighter than before.

“Thanks. You don’t understand how much I appreciate this.” I chuckle in response and he shakes his head.

“Don’t worry about it. No need to thank me-” He’s interrupted by the sound of Jungwon’s voice calling his name.

“I'm gonna go now. Bye, Y/N!” Jake sends me a peace sign and a small smile before running off to Jungwon. I turn around and head toward Sunoo’s classroom. Sunoo and I are in different grades, which means we barely get to see each other during school hours; excluding break times, of course.

“Y/NNNNN!!!!” I hear Sunoo’s voice call out to me and I smile, until I notice a taller boy beside him, waving awkwardly.

“Who’s this?” I ask as soon as Sunoo is close enough to hear me.

“Oh! This is Riki! He’s in the same grade as you, even though he’s a year younger. He was a bit of a nerd when he was a kid.” Sunoo says, whispering the last part.

“I can still hear you... Also, I’m not much of a ‘nerd’ anymore.” Riki comments and I chuckle.

“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you, Riki.”

“Yeah, nice to meet you too.” He responds shyly.

“Just give him a week and he’ll be warmed up to you. He’s not that great around new people.” Sunoo mentions and Riki nods awkwardly, looking at only the floor.

“Y/N and I need to get going now, so we’ll see you tomorrow.” Sunoo replacement for says with a smile and Riki nods in response. The two of us wave goodbye to Riki as we head off onto the road. Sunoo fills me in on all that happened during his day, and most of it was positive (excluding when he forgot his math book at home and got yelled at by the teacher).

“So,” Sunoo starts “how’d your day go?”

“Oh! My day’s been… fine.” I say dismissively and Sunoo looks at me, clearly not believing a word I say.

“No really! It was fine!” I retaliate and Sunoo sighs and shakes his head lightly.

“You know, it’s really obvious when you’re hiding something from me; like, really obvious.” He rests his hand on my shoulder and stops my walking.

“Just tell meeee!” Sunoo whines and I shrug.

“Fine! But nothing really happened today. Other than Jungwon’s friend Jake coming up and talking to me out of nowhere.” I mutter and Sunoo gasps.

“Oooooh!!” He smirks and I groan in response “so what did ‘Jake’ have to say to you, hm?” He teases.

“Nothing.” Sunoo’s face drops in annoyance. “He said Jungwon wanted him to tell me something but he saw how tired I looked and decided not to.” I explain and Sunoo sighs.

“So this is what Ningning meant.” He says to himself in awe.

“What do you mean? Who’s Ningning?” Sunoo gasps again at my question.

“WHO’S NINGNING? ONLY THE MOST POPULAR GIRL IN HER GRADE AND MAYBE EVEN THE WHOLE SCHOOL!” He exclaims with a slight jump.

“Oh. Okay.” I respond flatly and he shrugs.

“Also, she told me that Jake is really sweet, to a point of being maybe a bit too sweet. But nobody dares to use his sweetness against him because he’s friends with Jay, Heeseung, Sunghoon and-“

“Jungwon.” I finish and Sunoo nods.

“Jake’s considerably closer to Jay and Sunghoon, who are kinda… scary. So Jake has a bunch of immunity that he’s pretty much unaware of.” Sunoo stops to sigh again.

“Ah, if only I were popular.” He smiles sadly.

“What do you mean?! You’re friends with pretty much everyone! That kinda seems like popularity to me.” I tell him and he shakes his head intensely.

“No no no. I’m friendly. And easy to get along with. I’m NOT Ningning or Jake level popular. Definitely not.” Sunoo retorts dramatically and I sigh. The road where we have to split up is approaching hurriedly and I smile as we arrive.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” I say with a smile and Sunoo shakes his head nervously.

“Actually… no.” He looks to the floor.

“Aww come on! Tomorrow’s the only day in the week where we can see each other during school!” I whine and Sunoo leans forward, resting his head on my shoulder and groans.

“My stupid math teacher.” He groans into my shoulder as I pat his head in an attempt to comfort him.

“She’s making me stay in during break to do all the maths work from yesterday. It’s so much work, I might just die.” He continues and I sigh.

“It’s okay. I promise not to have too much fun without you.” I say with a smile and Sunoo lifts his head and holds out his pinky finger.

“You better not, or else I’ll never speak to you again.” He pouts cutely and I chuckle.

“Sure.” I say with a smile, fully aware that he’d be more miserable than me if we stopped talking.

“I have to go now.” Sunoo says suddenly. “I will be seeing you, after school, tomorrow.” He smiles before running off with a wave.

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