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missukiyo · 2 months

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— ex-husband! gojo x reader

read part 2 here

cw: angst. just pure angst. co-parenting, brief mentions of miscommunication, fluff if you squint…

a/n: repost!! this post somehow got taken down last time. first ever ‘fic’ on here so i really appreciate any form of constructive criticism.

ex-husband! gojo who you are forced to see every fortnight due to the co-parenting arrangement set in place for your beloved 5-year-old daughter, sayuri.

ex-husband! gojo who would linger at your doorstep during drop-offs, almost as if searching for an unspoken invitation back into your life.

ex-husband! gojo who would intentionally leave a bunch of his belongings at your place, even if it was something minor like chewing gum, just to find a reason to pop by again.

ex-husband! gojo who would occasionally call you ‘princess’ or ‘baby’ out of habit, catching himself mid-sentence and playing it off casually.

ex-husband! gojo who would gently hold the hand of your precious daughter sayuri during his pickup, leading her to his car for the two weeks they’ll spend together. he would cast a glance back at you at least once, his heart beating rapidly when he caught your gaze. oh, how he wishes you could be a complete family.

ex-husband! gojo who would try to conceal the sadness in his eyes when sayuri innocently asks why mommy and daddy can’t live together. he struggles to find the right words that won’t break her little heart or reveal the depths of his own.

ex-husband! gojo who would still keep a family picture of you, him and sayuri as his wallpaper. a bittersweet reminder of what he once had before he threw it all away.

ex-husband! gojo who, during some of sayuri’s school events, finds himself involuntarily stealing glances at you.

ex-husband! gojo who clings onto the hope that one day you’ll look at him the way you used to, even if it was just for a fleeting moment, even though deep inside, he knew that the shattered fragments of your heart could never be mended

ex-husband! gojo who, on sayuri’s birthdays, buys her two gifts — one for her and one for you, unable to break the tradition of making you feel special, even if it’s just a little.

ex-husband! gojo who, on a particularly lonely night, contemplates sending you late-night text messages, only to delete them before hitting send. some bridges were just never meant to be rebuilt.

ex-husband! gojo who would endure restless hours, plagued by the thoughts of whether you would eventually move on and perhaps find a person that wasn’t him to claim as your lover. part of him yearned for you to choose him, and him only. that your heart will only have room for him and no one else. yet, despite the pain having a hold on his heart, he suppressed his selfish desires, opting for your happiness even if it lies beyond him. he hoped that, even if you decide to move on from him, that chosen person will bring you unparalleled happiness. whoever you decide to move onto would be the luckiest man, or woman ever — for satoru never judges. he hopes that he or she would hold you tenderly as you drifted to slumber, and shower your face with affectionate kisses the time the morning commenced. he wished for your heart to mend, even if it meant it would beat to a different rhythm. maybe, this was fate’s way of biting back at him.

ex-husband! gojo who wishes he would’ve treated you better during your marriage with him. he wished he would’ve listened to you more — the subtle nuances in your voice and the silent cries for understanding that went unnoticed till it was too late. he wanted to make you smile again, even if it was the last time he’d ever get the privilege to see your toothy grin.

ex-husband! gojo who dreams of a parallel universe where he had never let go. where he never signed those damned divorce papers in the first place. where the family portrait on the wall of his bedroom room tells a different story — one of enduring love.

ex-husband! gojo who is soon learns to be grateful that you two are civil towards each other, even if it was majorly due to the co-parenting arrangement. a life like this was better than a life without you at all.

and yet ex-husband! gojo would wish to restart everything if he could.

ex-husband! gojo who promises to love you properly in his next life. and the next. and the next.

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raitonsfw · 3 months

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birthday sex with geto suguru

let’s be honest, geto would forget his own birthday; too wrapped up in the shitty contents of a curse to even remember to look at the date. and being the girlfriend you were, you’d mark it on every calendar you had.

the vanilla cake you baked for him would be whipped with icing, sweeter than normal– you knew his missions, the curses that he’d swallow, and you wondered if you put enough sugar. knowing his complaints, you’d need the whole bag dumped into the mix and then some.

you’d coo a meaningful ‘happy birthday’ to him as soon as he’d walk in, dazing him from his unethical thoughts and he’d smile at you as he put the pieces together despite his tired mind. it’s not that he meant to forget his own birthday, the day had just caught up with him. and you’d feel bad, but soon the feeling would dissolve as you kiss at buttercream frosted lips.

later that night, he’d be splayed underneath you– completely in awe as you bounced sweetly on his dick. he’d be enraptured by your beauty, his eyes wandering over every surface of your body. Your breasts would bob in his big hands, his entire palm cupping one and you’d moan out as he’d squeeze them lovingly. then, his hands would trail towards your tummy.

he’d press his fingers lightly against your abdomen, gauging if he could feel his cock bulging against it– and he could. next, his hands would end up smoothing over the plush of your hips– of your thighs and he’d almost cream inside you when you switched your position on top of him. to kiss at his chest, his neck, everywhere you could reach.

he’d start thrusting inside you now, his strong arms helping you fuck down on him as you’d lap a hickey near his collarbone, eliciting a small groan out of him. which was extremely rare, especially when he was tired. but he just couldn’t help it, you felt so fucking good around him– and your pussy was sinful as you’d squeeze him just right. his eyes would roll back in his head, quiet pants of your name slid from his tongue and you were practically drunk off his voice.

“you always spoil me, baby…”

“kiss me there, please– right there, need you...”

“j-just like that, keep bouncing for me– o-oh fuck…”

“shit, ‘m getting close… want me to cum inside you?”

and you’d desperately yearn for him to– against his lips that kept you sane and a needy grunt would be swallowed up by your mouth as your own release finds you in sync with his. pulling back, you’d watch with clouded eyes as his head would tilt back into the pillow, his hair curling against his shoulders and his chest rising and falling with his breathy moans. his cock would nestle in you and you’d feel the warmth seeping from him, your precious boy gasping for air as you squeeze around him one last time.

you’d lose yourself a little bit as tiny praises would spill from his mouth as he came down from his high, small ‘thank yous’ and ‘love yous’ making your bottom lip wobble slightly.

you silently made a vow to treat your king right for every birthday he had, no matter what.

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spindrifters · 4 months

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In honor of impmas 2024, I present to you good godfather sirius black and the one and only time I will ever write harry, ft. some groupchat crack treated seriously. happy birthday, @impishtubist!

“Where have you been?”

Harry jumps, the uncanny impersonation of Molly Weasley reverberating through the dusty rafters and black lacquer front hall of Grimmauld Place. Sirius smirks, grabs the lanky fifteen year-old by the scruff and pulls him into an all-encompassing hug.

“Didn’t half scare me, Sirius,” Harry grumbles into his chest, and there’s the whisper of an attempt to pull away, but his heart isn’t really in it. In any case, Sirius doesn’t let him go, just buries a grin into that mess of hair. Lemongrass shampoo and London grime.

“Serves you right, sneaking off in the middle of the night.”

“I wasn’t sneaking.”

“No? What time d’you call this, then?”

“A perfectly appropriate time of night to go for a walk,” his godson continues to grouse. “Needed to clear my head.” Only it doesn’t escape his notice that there hasn’t been another attempt to pull away. And he’s not wrong. It’s barely half eleven, only Harry’s at double risk on his own these days. If not Death Eaters or another bloody dementor, then the press who’ll hound him to the ends of the earth should they catch sight of the Boy Who Lied—fucking cunts—alone on walkabout without so much as his friends for a buffer. There’s a reason the Order’s got about ten layers of protocol surrounding his protection at all times. If it were anyone else who’d caught him slipping in through the front door, there’d be hell to pay.

Harry’s not stupid, though. Far from it, Sirius thinks, that old pride swelling in his chest. And he’s got James’s cloak for good measure, clutched in a hand that smells of hot concrete and pigeon shit.

Harry seems to sag against his chest, Sirius’s hand still wrapped around his nape. Summer sweat of a teenage boy on the brink of becoming a man.

“Knut for your thoughts?”

“M’fine.”

Liar.

These are the things, then. The little tells beyond the way Harry strains toward him like a houseplant yearning for the sun. It’s not the same as sniffing out smells—daffodils and murtlap essence and the endless putrid fecal stench of Azkaban—but it’s just as strong. Pheromones or some muggle toss like that, something he might ask Hermione Granger about if he remembers before she heads back off to school.

It’s something Sirius noticed a long time ago, the change that happened in fifth year when his own heightened senses were lent keener by the dog that now lived inside. He remembers that Prongs was bright and coppery like triumph when he stepped off the Quidditch pitch, or cinnamon-fresh like home. He remembers being sixteen, frustrated and hormonal and knowing he’d die on the spot if anyone caught him with his nose buried in Moony’s discarded trousers to see if there was anything there that might even hint he wasn’t alone in this.

And Harry…

Something sour signaling frustration. Harsh metallic that means fear. Beneath that, the sweet damp scent of hurt. Sirius can hardly blame him. Fuck Peter Pettigrew, if he ever gets out of this fucking godforsaken house arrest, Merline Maitland and the rest of her staff at the Prophet are at the very top of his hit list.

“Go to bed,” he tells him, pressing a kiss to his sweaty brow, one that smells of rubbish bins lining the streets for the morning to come.

Green eyes flick up, half shock. “Thought I’d get it in the neck.”

“Nah,” says Sirius, guiding him up the stairs. “Just let me know next time. Maybe Snuffles can come along, too.”

“Yeah,” says Harry, though they both know he won’t. Sirius doesn’t need to sniff that out to know. He still thinks he has to protect Sirius just as much as Sirius knows it's not his job to do it.

He’s a good boy, Prongs. Too good. He doesn’t deserve any of this.

And.

You’d be so bloody proud.

#good godfather sirius black #harry potter #sirius black #my fic #imp tag #impmas 2024

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sword-is-bored · 1 year

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I Met You Once

(Link X Reader)

Feminine (Y/n)!

Ocarina of Time

“(Y/n)!” The young girl turned her head, finding a boy in green on horseback. She tilted her head, wondering how he could know her name. “I’m sorry… do I know you?” He looked a couple years older, but not by much. “Oh! I’m.. uh.. yes. I’m Link. I was talking to your older sister. I just wanted to meet you.” The young girl tilted her head and smiled. She knew her older sister enjoyed talking with strangers, especially when she ventured to Castle Town. Maybe… this would be a friend for her. After all, their quaint house tucked far away wasn’t something she was able to leave. The young fairy boy seemed keen on talking to her. “It’s nice to meet you, I haven’t heard anything about you.” She said. Link shrugged and got down from his horse. “This is Epona. I..” He blushed, holding out his hand. “I wanna be your friend. I’m ten. I heard you’re eight.” She blinked and slowly nodded. “Yeah. I am. I like your horse. She’s pretty.” (Y/n) took his hand and shook it. Link grinned. “Great! Come on and pet her.”

So, (Y/n) did. She stroked the mane of the gentle horse, still a young foal herself. The two began to chat more, and (Y/n) found she really liked this boy. He had traveled all around Hyrule and visited… everywhere! All the adventure she had yearned for in her young years. “I have to stay home, mom and dad want me to be the perfect lady.” (Y/n) said softly. “Why’s that?” Link asked. “Oh, when I get married.” She said nonchalantly. “Married?” Link asked slowly. “Yeah. I have a fiancé.” (Y/n) hummed. “A fiancé?” The young girl grinned at the boy’s question. “Yeah! It’s super cool! When I get big enough, I’ll get married. So mom and dad want me to know all the things I need to be the perfect wife.”

The perfect wife.

The words had rang clear through the young boys brain. However, he had witnessed a different fate.

Years later, when Hyrule was crumbling.

Tears that (Y/n) cried when he had met her.

“I hate him. I hate this man. I hate being married. I’ve… already had two children. My body is ruined. I’m ruined. I wish.. I wish I never agreed.” An older Link had witnessed this, and brought the memory back to the present. “Link… I wish… you’d found me. I love you. I’m sorry.”

“(Y/n)… you shouldn’t marry him.” The young boy whispered. “Why not? Mom and dad say he’ll treat me so nice.” Link stared at the girl, biting his lip. “Promise me something? We’ll stay friends, okay? And you can tell me anything. And I’ll do anything to make sure you’re happy.” He asked. (Y/n) thought it was a weird request, but shrugged it off. A friend. That’s all she’s ever wanted. A true friend. “Okay, and I’ll do the same for you.”

Years passed, and Link made good on his promise. He would visit at least once a week, if not twice. (Y/n)’s parents found him irritating, but he never meddled in her marriage again. (Y/n)’s 16th birthday was nearing, as were her preparations for her marriage. “I’m really excited Link. After this long, I’ll be able to meet my fiancé soon.” She gazed at him, as they sat in Hyrule field together. Link hummed, picking at the flowers around them. “Yes, I’m sure you’re excited. But is this something you want?” He asked, tilting his head. Throughout the years, Link had lost his childish charms. He had grown into a fine young man, and (Y/n) couldn’t help but to notice him. Really notice him. The way he protectively stood with her, how kind he always was. How he could make her laugh, even at the worst times. Something… she wants? (Y/n) had to sit back with herself. Did she want to get married? “And you’ve never met the guy? What’s so great about him anyway?” Link prodded. (Y/n) frowned and thought to herself. “I don’t know. I guess… the fact that someone wants me. I’ve been spoken for for as long as I can remember.” She murmured. “Don’t you think that’s… creepy?” (Y/n) shook her head. “Not even a little?” Link asked. “If I were engaged for that long, I’d at least want to know what my wife looks like. Her name, her face, the way she laughs… you know. Something.” (Y/n) brushed Link off. “You wouldn’t understand.” She mumbled. “But… (Y/n). That’s… forever. Marrying someone.” (Y/n) huffed and tugged at the instrument Link carried around. “Okay, whatever fairy boy. Play me a song. I don’t want to talk about that anymore.” Link rolled his eyes and took the ocarina back from her. “Yes, princess.” He murmured and began to play a soft tune.

He just… couldn’t shake the way she looked at him. And through these years he had fallen in love with her. The way she laughed, the way her eyes sparkled when she was truly happy. He needed to see that smile. He wished he could do more to show her how much he cared for her, as more than a friend. Sure, at first this was his heroic heart. He needed to save a girl who obviously couldn’t save herself on her own. It’s what was right… but… now? Now his heart was in on it. He couldn’t… shake what he saw.

(Y/n) told him she was fourteen when she married this man. He was thirty eight years older than her. Fifty two. Marrying a child. “He made me happy at first and then… he treated me like a slave.” And that’s all she was to him. A servant. And it crushed him to see her like that. He spends a few days with her, under the guise of being an old childhood friend. He… fell in love with her so fast. So hard. He figured he could save her before any of this. He was already altering the future, why couldn’t he do it again?

“Link?” He jumped up as she snapped her fingers a few times. “Hey, did you hear me?” (Y/n) asked sitting back in the grass. “Maybe. Maybe not, why?” Link asked, feeling embarrassed he had fallen that deep in his thoughts. “I told you I’m getting married. In a week.” His heart seemed to stop and he looked at (Y/n). “What?” He hissed. “I’m getting married in a week. I was told yesterday, isn’t that exciting?” Link slowly reached out and took her hands, staring daggers into the ground beneath them. “(Y/n). I’ve… I know what your life will be like with him.” He said slowly, delicately as not to scare her. “You cannot marry him. Please. You.. you have to trust me. Okay? Say the word and I’ll take you away. Far away. I’ll protect you, and make sure no one ever takes away your freedom to choose again. But you have to trust my word.”

(Y/n) searched his gaze, finding nothing but panic and pain for her. Her heart clenched and she realized in horror… did she love him? She pulled her hands away and stared at Link intently. “I.. I don’t…” The words escaped her mind. He looked up, his eyes finding hers. And for once she could see her future. Laughing and running, cuddles and soft kisses. Waking up in the night, finding his sleeping body beside hers. A comforting and fulfilling presence. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. “I’m scared.” She said simply. Link pulled her into a tight hug, nodding softly. “I know. I am too, but I promise I’ll protect you. And I promise you’ll be so much happier. Trust me.”

She did trust him. With her life.

“Okay.” She breathed, hugging back. He pulled back and smiled, gently tilting her head up to look at him. He leaned in close, and she did as well. They shared a gentle kiss before Link pulled away. “I will come to get you the night before your wedding. Take anything you’d like. You won’t be returning.”

The day came, and (Y/n) waited anxiously in her nightgown. Her window cracked open and the familiar head of her lovely fairy boy poked inside. Their gazes met and he held out a hand. She smiled and took it, climbing out of her window with him.

To freedom.

(Happy ToTK release my friends :))

#the legend of zelda #link legend of zelda #link is a softie and i stand by that #tloz #x reader #legend of zelda #link x reader #link x you #i love him #loz ocarina of time #ocarina of time

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mostlyvoid-partiallyflowers · 12 days

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Okay I just speedran The Sunshine Court in like 12 hours. I will be rereading it soonly and giving more coherent thoughts but here’s my main takeaways:

- Thought #1: Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck this book exists. I am on the floor I’m so fucking excited.

Spoilers below the cut

- I absolutely love that we get both Jean and Jeremy POVs. It’s great especially because Jean is an oblivious and traumatized and if we just see things through his eyes we would never get to see Jeremy PINING like an absolute icon. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, it’s about the pining, the waiting, the yearning. I’m simple man, I like my books gay, angsty, and with tension you could cut with a knife. This delivers on all accounts.

- I love getting to see the end of tkm from Jean’s perspective. Getting to see him watch the Foxes v Ravens game was incredible. I’m a very big fan.

- Renee and Jean time! Renee giving Jean her cross necklace. I’m in tears, I’m dead, I’m on the floor. It’s not the right time for us 😭. Excuse me? I’m unwell.

- Kevin Day, queen of my heart! Getting to see how someone other than Neil canonically sees Kevin is an absolute treat for me. Jean’s weakness for beautiful men has become known. Me too Jean, me too.

- Jeremy, light of my life, I can’t believe you’re rich. At least your family sucks because I don’t think I could take it if your family was wealthy and nice.

- Jeremy + Jean meeting for the first time. Jeremy trying and failing to play with a yo-yo. I’d die for you. They are ADHD 🤝 Autism solidarity me thinks.

- Montana has a pro Exy team which is not at all plausible but I’ll let it slide because one Montana mention for the win and two the team is called the Rustics which is absolutely what we’d call a pro sports team if we had one. The only reason Montanan’s at large would commit to indoor lacrosse is that Kayleigh Day was Irish and so solidarity.

- Laila and Cat, my beloveds. The description of their apartment has me yearning for the same. They have a bay window with a window seat okay. That’s like in my top three desires for a home.

- Carboard cutout dog with a classic Nora pet name. I’ll love Mister B forever. I love how Jeremy keeps moving him around. I love how Jean hates it.

- Trans characters! Poly characters! Nonbinary characters! Nora, my birthday has come a little late but damn this was a gift!

- I am absolutely pronouncing Jean wrong in my head probably 70% of the time.

- I’m so fucking angry at the Ravens. My blood is boiling and I want to cry. Jean deserved better, Kevin deserved better, Riko deserved better. All the Ravens deserved better. I want to put Tetsugi Moriyama into a blender and feed him to the crows.

- Jean was 16. I’m absolutely incandescent with rage.

- Jeremy is so patient with Jean and I will forever love him for that.

- This book was a lot shorter time frame than I was expecting, mainly because I keep forgetting there’s going to be another one.

- The food control but is driving me crazy. It makes me so fucking mad. Let my boy eat. I want him to be happy.

- Jeremy has seen Jean looking 👀 ummmmmm hello? “More exclusively than you do, I think.” I’m on the floor.

- Laila buying Jean a sex toy?!? Oh my god. What would she even get him? I feel like he deserves a vibrating cock ring or something fun like that. That way service top™️ Jeremy Knox can use it on him when they finally get together.

- I love seeing Neil from Jean’s perspective. It’s funny how different he is from my perspective and Jean’s/everyone else’s. I’ve spent so much time thinking about him from Andrew’s pov that it’s weird seeing him through anyone else’s. Everyone is like this scrappy irritating son of bitch is gonna get what’s coming to him, and Andrew is like, well I can’t not fuck him.

- The second Jean mentions Drake to Neil. And then Neil immediately calls a hit out on Gr@yson. Neil, you will always be famous to me.

- Jean-Yves! I hope he starts using his full name again at some point.

- Elodie :(((((( I can imagine what Jean’s going through and I am so afraid for him. If he keeps pushing all these feelings down he’s going to break sooner or later, but probably sooner.

- Jeremy’s unconditional support of Jean has my whole heart. Jean has friends now. I’m crying.

#tsc #tsc spoilers #the sunshine court spoilers #the sunshine court #jeremy knox #light of my life #jean moreau #aftg

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bluemoonhoon · 4 months

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santa doesn’t know you like I do

jake sim x fem reader mini series smau

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Jake didn’t remember the moment he fell in love with yn ln, which was weird because sim jaeyun was always a boy with a good memory; He remembered seeing 7-year-old yn playing alone in the park of his new neighborhood rocking a teddy bear on a swing; while all the kids were screaming and running around, yn played with the bear as gently as you would treat a baby. Little Jake felt genuine curiosity for the girl in pigtails and ribbons that oddly matched the bow of her bear, and when he talked to her in his limited language after moving to a new country and she answered him with a voice softer than the wind of that day; little seven-year-old jake knew at that moment that he wanted to know more of her.

Yn loved the Christmas season, Jake knew that pretty early on in their friendship, she loved winter, hot drinks, and the bright colorful lights that December brought, he remembered 10-year-old yn helping him and his family put up the Christmas decorations as soon as Jake birthday passed, yn was always a curious girl so when she asked “why are there only 4 puppies?” while organizing the ornaments for the tree and Jake explained his family tradition “we have one for each member of our house” and even though she smiled and told him how much she loved that, a part of him felt a yearning feeling in her voice.

He remembered yn at 15 crying in her new bed because the moving truck lost her teddy bear, where the only comfort her parents gave were the cold words telling her to “stop making a big deal out of this, teenagers don’t have teddy bears” he remembered hugging her so hard in hopes of helping her hurt less and he remembered the face of yn at 16 when Jake gifted her a teddy bear with a pink bow in her birthday with a note that said, “we can’t replace bear but you can have someone that helps you remember him”.

he remembered yn at 17 counting days for the college entrance exam, studying and sending applications to the farthest universities possible, he remembered her excitement when her acceptance emails arrived (which was even bigger than the joy she expressed when her high school crush asked her on a date) and he remembered her even bigger smile when they decided to go to the same college.

he remembered yn at 18 packing all her life in a suitcase before going away from her hometown, how even if she wasn´t smiling, her eyes had these hopeful sheen, relieved for finally leaving, and how the whole car ride was her waiting for the fresh air of a city without surreal expectations on her.

he remembered yn at 19 asking him to be roommates during summer break because she hated sharing showers in the dorm building, he had never agreed to something faster, just like 7-year-old jake, 19-year-old jake still wanted to spend more time with yn.

he remembers yn at 20 running to his room to tell him she got her first internship at a clinic, he remembers 20-year-old yn waking up at 3 am to make him a cup of coffee and pat his back while he was working on a project, getting sweets for them after her work, he remembers getting texts asking for him to get stuff for the grocery store on his way home, he remembers yn face when he forced her to try a new recipe for a dish he saw online, he remembers loving the routine that he fell in while living with yn.

He saw her relationships come and go, he started dating too, and he liked the girls he dated at the time, and he liked seeing yn coming home happy after a date; but at the end of each relationship and each heartbreak either his or hers, jake always wondered what would it feel to be loved by yn. he tried not to think of the what ifs as often, maybe once every full moon, but he could never bring a conclusion to his own secret dilemma: he found someone who knew him inside out, who was next to him in all his ups and downs without expecting anything back and he was pretty sure he knew yn in the same way, there were times where they wondered if they shared the same mind; but that only made jaeyun more hesitant over his romantic feelings because if he confessed them and it did not work out, he would be throwing away a friendship that gave him the best moments of his life.

he loved her, he always knew it, and as they grew up, that love he felt grew and transformed with him. he didn´t know what made him realize it: it could be the sleepless nights they share now in college or the gifts she makes for his birthday, it could be her hugs and how warm she felt, it could be how well she knew him or how they've shared pretty much half of their life together. but he was never brave enough to face the consequences of that fact.

he didn´t know what he was going to tell her the moment she walked through the door: he didn´t know if he was going to keep up with the lie or not, he didn´t know if it was a small argument or if it was going to affect their current relationship; he just knew he was going to say he was sorry, he was sorry for his attitude, and he was sorry for not being able to explain why it happened. he just knew he hoped she would forgive him and he hoped she wouldn´t leave the house angry anymore; he knew if that happened he would spend another sleepless night and he just hoped in this one his heart will finally calm down.

Jake couldn’t remember the moment he fell in love with yn ln, he always just knew that her presence was one of the most important things in his life, and he would go ages without telling her how he really felt only to keep seeing her smile for the rest of time.

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#enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #sim jaeyun #enhypen smau #enhypen jake sim #enhypen x reader

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marvelmusing · 1 year

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Some Sugar Daddy!Billy Russo Thoughts

A/N: Complete and utter fluff because I’m yearning for pretty things

I’m thinking about your closest friend Billy Russo, the rich and successful CEO of Anvil, who accidentally becomes your sugar daddy because his love language is gift giving and you’ve always been too shy to ask anyone for the expensive things you long for. But Billy knows you better than anyone.

Whenever you have a bad day, he’ll wrap his arms around you, pulling you into his lap to let you cry or vent against his chest.

He’s so glad that he’s the one that you go to when you feel like this. He hates the thought of you going home to your empty apartment in such a state.

When you’ve exhausted all your sadness and frustration, and all you need is something to cheer you up, he’ll press a kiss to your forehead, and tell you to pick out any website where you currently have a wish list. He then tells you he’s going to buy you everything on the list.

The first time it happens, you gape at him.

“But… that’s a lot.”

“S’the whole point baby.” He sighs when he sees your hesitant expression. “How about you show me everything you like, and tell me why you want them? Anything we don’t like anymore can get knocked off the list.”

You nod, appeased by this method.

Billy would buy you absolutely anything, even if you wanted ten pairs of the same shoe in only slightly different colours. If that’s what made you happy, then Billy was happy too.

But getting you to talk to him about all the pretty things you liked, and would look so good in once he’s bought them for you, always helps to distract you from your awful day.

He listens to you chatter about the different styles and shapes you like, and coo over the pretty colours and patterns as you look at the images of things you had forgotten about. He helps you discard a few items that look too similar to what you already own, or what’s already on your wish list.

Whenever you seem too agitated by a decision, Billy steps in and makes it for you. Usually just a casual remark like: ‘get the purple one baby, it matches the purse you’re getting’ or ‘get the boots, you’ll wear them more often’ that soon settles your mind.

When it comes to the checkout part of your treat he usually tries to stop you from seeing the overall price.

“Billy.” You whine quietly, trying to protest against him spending so much money.

Ten thousand, two hundred, and fifty five dollars. On shoes. And one bag. And a card holder - because Billy had said ‘you need somewhere to keep my card safe when you go out shopping, now don’t you?’

In response to your reluctance, he merely kisses you firmly on the temple as he rolls his hips in an attempt to reach into his trouser pocket for his wallet.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t worry her sweet little head over a big number like that.”

Billy makes sure they’re delivered to his place, because your apartment building doesn’t have an elevator, and he would hate for you to carry anything heavy up the stairs.

Your apartment is too small to house all the things Billy buys you, so he gives you one of the empty rooms at his place. Your own little sanctuary, filled with the things you’ve always wanted.

You always wait until Billy gets home before you open any packages that come for you. He insists that you don’t need to wait, but he does love watching you unwrap things.

He’ll sit down in his armchair, while you’re on the floor surrounded by designer boxes with shiny logos embossed onto the luxurious material. It always makes you feel that special glow in your chest, like it’s your birthday, and you deserve every bit of attention because it’s your day - even if it’s actually just a random Tuesday.

Billy loves seeing how excited you get. Half the time you’ve forgotten what you’ve ordered, and the look of elation when you open the boxes and see whatever you had been longing for inside them is priceless to Billy. He loves seeing you bright and happy as you gush over how pretty everything is.

One of Billy’s favourite sights is seeing you buried among a pile of boxes and tissue paper, your slippers discarded because you wanted to wear your new heels, which still fit despite the fluffy socks you’re wearing. A new scarf wrapped around your neck haphazardly, as you shuffle on your knees towards Billy to have him feel how soft your new jumper is.

When you’re finished, you’ll prop yourself up on your knees and nestle your body between his spread legs, curling your arms around his waist.

Billy taps the crown of your head with a delicate finger. Tilting your head back, you peer up at him from where your face has been hiding against his stomach.

“You feeling better now, princess?” He asks with a knowing look. You smile a little shyly, but nod. Lifting yourself up further, you press a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you, Billy.”

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17caratssi · 1 year

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My darling, honey ; Jeon Wonwoo

WARNING ! spicy part ahead (not detailed but still NSFW)

part 2 is here!

'Don't be nervous, don't be nervous' you screamed internally at the naughty thought you bore in mind. You are finally married to Jeon Wonwoo, your mom's friend's son and he was taking a shower in your very own room.

Just 8 years ago, you first met him at the clubhouse. He was a high school senior and five years older than you. It was love at first sight and you couldn't deny how much you yearned for his attention the whole year.

Learned that he has had no girlfriend since ever, you thought about standing no chance of being with him. Then, it became serious when you prayed to God every Sunday without your mom knowing.

After he finished his college entrance exam, you began to fret. He soon will leave the house for university and there must be many pretty girls he will lay eyes upon.

You felt like the probability decreases every passing year and it drove you insane. Until you actually pulled up some bravery and confessed to him.

He rejected you on the first attempt and the heartbreak was tremendous that you emptied 2 bottles of alcohol that night. He had to take you home and into your room. Your mom trusted him since she had seen him growing up before her eyes.

It was then, in your room, Wonwoo discovered your love for him wasn't casual. And little did you know, he had asked you. "Did you really like me?"

Your mind was in a haze and subconsciously you clung around him and whined. "Why you don't like me? I like you, i like you, i like you,"

Wonwoo was feeling overwhelmed by the proclamation. He concealed his bewilderment and pushed you away, saying, "You reek of alcohol," While you really smelled not the nicest, Wonwoo lied you down properly and tucked you in, lest you catch a cold.

Deep down, Wonwoo had no idea why you would like him. He found himself thinking about your love profession and every encounter at the clubhouse made him slightly guilty.

You still pined for him and it seemed like your prayers had been answered the day when Wonwoo asked you out for a drink. It was a friendly invitation and you still enjoyed every second of it.

The happiness on your face softened Wonwoo's heart. He walked you home and before he let you go inside, he halted you. The heavy words he kept throughout the night eventually were voiced out in a single sentence.

"You know I never date a girl and the reason is, I date to marry. So if we were to date then I don't wish it to be a fleeting relationship,"

You knew you were going to be embarrassed by your response but you just had to say it. "What a coincidence, I don't find short-lived relationships intriguing," you sniffed and wiped your tears off. Laughing away, you added, "So are we a couple now?"

And it was a dream come true for you.

You both started dating and it lasted for four months when he bought you a ring to propose on your birthday. Two months engaged and married.

Breaking you out of the reverie, Wonwoo stroked your head and told you to take a shower before going to sleep. It was a tiring day and all you'd been thinking is the deed.

Wonwoo, on the other hand, couldn't bear to touch you since he was worried that you'd be exhausted from the day. He only managed to satisfy his hormonal turbulence by caressing your hair.

That night, after Wonwoo took the glass of milk he brought for you, he hugged you to sleep. "Why are we sleeping? Won't we need to consummate our marriage?" you asked, dead serious.

Wonwoo laughed and kissed your forehead. "You'll worry about it later. Now, sleep because you have a class tomorrow," he softly said. Seeing your irritated expression, he had to cajole before you finally gave in and slept.

People always said the person you love may not be what you expect after wedlock but it wasn't the case for you. Wonwoo may not have the best experience in treating a girl but he sure treats his woman right.

[Honey, don't forget your lunch box. I made your fav so make sure to finish it]

[Honey, I'm out to buy the groceries. Take a nap first after you read this]

[Honey, it's your birthday today. Go celebrate with your friends and tell me if you're done. I'll pick you up]

Wonwoo loves to call you honey and every time, you feel like your heart is about to melt. His gentleness was all you live for and it had you wondering if Wonwoo was ever riled up.

"I don't like roses," you threw the bouquet of roses he surprised you with into his embrace, regretfully. You knew what you did was horrible and unreasonable but you wanted to tease him a bit. You left him in the living room and went to take a shower upstairs.

Wonwoo carried the flowers and hid them from you. He then secretly grabbed his car keys and drove to a florist that is still open. In fact, he just drove around in a rush to buy you a different flower.

On his way home, he received a call from you. His finger glided across the screen and before he got to say anything and apologize, your voice boomed.

"Where are you? Wonwoo, I'm sorry I really am. Where did you go?" a series of sobbing noises sounded along. You were a crying mess and wailed even louder when he ended the call.

Wonwoo couldn't focus on the road if he resumed the call. Without knowing the context, his heart raced. Thousand of God-forbid possible scenes ran in his mind as he drove.

Wonwoo didn't even bother to turn off the engine and when he dashed into the house, he saw your frame on the couch and ran forward. "Why did you call crying? What happened?" his voice trembled as he checked on you. He repeated the questions to get an answer from you. "Honey, did something happen?"

Having noticed you were not going to reply soon, Wonwoo remained silent and held you tightly. You stared out the window and heard the still-running engine outside.

In a low, raspy voice you whispered, "The car.."

Wonwoo was lost for a moment and you had to smack him on his arm to wake him up. "The car, idiot,". Only after that, did the recollection of the flowers in the car dawn on him.

Your face which was filled with concern and tears before turned red at once. Wonwoo lined up various types of flowers in front of you and said, "Today, I realised that I was ignorant. I didn't know what's your favourite flower and bought the one you dislike," He walked up to you and took your hands. Gazing up into your eyes, he continued, "I wish there was a dictionary about you so that I can make you happy all the time," So he disappeared just now because he went to buy me these to compensate?

"Honey, I'm sorry about earlier. Please don't get mad at me because I don't want to sleep alone today,"

Punching his arm lightly, you retorted. "I'm furious as to why you'd go all the way to buy me these," Your tone rose a notch as you spoke. Peeking at the petals on the floor, you warmed inside. It was difficult to suppress a big smile.

Wonwoo felt torn inside and blamed himself. He rubbed your forearms and opened his mouth. "It's because I made a mistake. Honey, I admit that I acted recklessly but I had to since the shops are about to close if I-"

He sounded so lame, unfunny, and deadly sweet that you had to shut him up with your lips. You didn't intend to kiss him like this but listening to him saying all the things to make you the happiest moved you to tears once again.

Wonwoo was surprised but he smiled and returned the kiss just as passionately. He embraced you in his arms and became handsy as he was turned on.

"Where's the roses?"

"I put them in my car since you don't like it,"

"Hm, why did you do that? Are you so in love with me, Jeon Wonwoo?" you chuckled, seeking his lips on yours afterward. Although you asked the obvious, his reply still sent butterflies in your stomach.

"Yeah, I'm so in love with my wife. What should I do?" he grinned and caught your lips. "Honey, I love you,"

While he is a gentleman on daily basis, he isn't the same in bed. Under the blanket, he knew how to please you as usual. You couldn't control your noises and Wonwoo was fond of them.

"S-slow down," you begged. His movement was driven by motivation that is to make you come but today, you wanted to come together. He twisted his hips and roamed his hands all over like he didn't just make you moan louder.

"You like when I go fast, don't you? Should I touch you down here as well?" he groaned in the middle when he felt the grip getting intense. "Honey, are you close? Ugh, keep making noises. You know I like them,"

Your head fell right and left as you contained the urge to orgasm. Struggling to keep your composure, you crossed your legs around his hips and pushed him to lean more. With your fingers all in his hair, you raised your head and whimpered, "Babe, come inside today,"

"No, honey," he tried to drag his trust slower after hearing you say that. It was a temptation but he always worried for you. You were younger than him and both of you never brought up the topic of having a child. Though, he never let it slips his mind and take precautions.

After the exercise, Wonwoo helped you with the after-care. He clothed you and went downstairs to heat up the milk just like he always did. When he entered the room again, you were already tucked in and facing the other side.

Wonwoo thought you were asleep and reached for the bedside lamp to switch it off. As you sensed his hands brushing your skin, you glared at him and swiftly said. "I want to have a child with you,"

Wonwoo's stupefaction was not secreted. He looked at you deeply, making sure he heard correctly.

And it seemed you really meant it. For half of the year, you were having the idea of getting pregnant. It was just you're shy to voice it to him and hinted at him every time.

"And condoms didn't feel nice so don't wear them next time," you added with bash.

"But honey," he must want to discuss about it and it will, ultimately, evolve around you.

Why is he always so anxious when it comes to me?

Cutting him off, you excused yourself. "I'm sleepy, goodnight,"

"Honey, don't sleep yet," his first call didn't succeed and he wanted your attention on the second try. So he called by your name which he hasn't used since you two decided on endearments.

You pulled harder on the edge of the blanket and pretended to not hear. "Y/N," he pressed again.

"Okay, we'll have a child but-"

"Really?" excited, you jumped to sit on the bed and waited for him. Seeing how exhilarated you turned, the dwelling worries within him pacified. He flashed a tender smile and nodded. "Yes, but we'll have to go to see the doctor first. Let's see if it's a suitable time for you to bear a child. Understand?" he can't take a risk.

"I know my body!"

Wonwoo sighed, feeling defeated by his lovely wife. "But I won't feel at ease. What if your body is too young to be pregnant?" he commented. "Honey, to be honest, I don't want to have a child just yet. I want to spend more time with you and let's wait for another year, shall we?"

Pouting, you averted your gaze as you responded. "But I want to have your baby. Darling, please?" your honey-rendered voice was magical.

Man, you always have the damnest thing to say and it worked most of the time.

Wonwoo looked down and cursed to himself. He was aroused by your request and you're delighted by such a reaction. "Your body below is so honest. I have my answer now so I'm going to sleep," your brightened features closing up the conversation. You cupped his face and presented him with a peck. "Mwah! Love you, the father of my children,"

Maybe, planning a child isn't so bad after all.

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cloudcountry · 10 months

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IKEMEN FRANCHISE MASTERLIST !!

unconventional otome game love interest traits each guy would have

ikemen vampire . . .

guessing their love languages (headcanons of the mansion residents. ~450 words.) — guessing their love language based on the very little information i have about them oops

yearning (isaac newton x reader. ~1k words.) — you fall asleep on isaac's shoulder while he's working.

lipstick marks (mozart, arthur, vincent, & isaac x reader. ~400 words) — you leave a lipstick mark on him, how scandalous!!!

an artist's dilemma (vincent x reader. ~500 words) — vincent sees a masterpiece in you.

painting with vincent (vincent x reader. ~300 words) — after a long day, you find solace in vincent.

lover of flowers (arthur & isaac x reader. ~1k words) — arthur is enamored with the reserved florist & isaac stumbles about her.

hair clips are my love language (ikevamp characters headcanons. ~800 words) — giving the suitors some of my hair accessories.

comte and a vampire hunter (comte de saint germain x reader. ~500 words) — you run into comte (or rather, he runs into you) after you kill a vampire.

mozart & the wire brooch (mozart x reader. ~250 words) — you give mozart a gift.

vlad and the florist (vlad x reader. ~250 words) — it seems you and the florist you met a long time ago have the same idea.

cooking with will (shakespeare x reader. ~300 words) — you teach will how to find his way around the one room in his villa he never uses: the kitchen.

bakery date with theo (theodorus x reader. ~300 words) — theo "takes you out for a walk." (read: takes you out on a date to a bakery.)

baking an apple pie (isaac newton x reader. ~450 words) — Isaac's been working hard lately, so you take Arthur's advice and make him a tasty treat!!

little things they love about you (suitors x reader. ~1,000 words) — the little things they love about you.

shakespearean serenades (shakespeare x reader. ~600 words) — theo yells at you to wrangle your lover. said lover is trying his best to serenade you.

ikemen prince . . .

self care (yves kloss x reader. ~1k words.) — you're supposed to be doing your skin care routine right now, but teasing yves sounds much more appealing.

small moments with rio (rio ortiz x reader. ~500 words.) — sweet moments with rio C:

guessing their love languages (headcanons of the ikepri characters. ~600 words.) — guessing their love language based on the very little information i have about them oops

dance with me (clavis lelouch x reader. ~400 words.) — you dance with clavis in the rain.

breakfast for you (clavis & yves x reader. ~300 words.) — yves is trying to make you breakfast, but clavis has other plans.

unusual protection (clavis lelouch x reader. ~350 words.) — clavis takes the fall for you, and you're left wondering why.

snowed in with clavis (clavis lelouch x reader. ~1,000 words.) — you get snowed in with clavis. shenanigans ensue.

christmas cookies to save kingdom! (gilbert von obsidian x reader. ~800 words.) — you and gilbert make christmas cookies together!!

sledding with cyran (cyran rose x reader. ~400 words.) — you go sledding with cyran.

ikemen revolution . . .

pet names (zero, edgar, kyle, & harr x reader. ~400 words.) — you call some of the ikerev suitors a pet name for the first time.

the winter itch (kyle ash x reader. ~300 words.) — you call on your favorite doctor to help you out with some chilly problems.

happy birthday (blanc & kyle x reader. ~400 words.) — blanc and kyle attend your after party. (a birthday gift for vivi!!)

soft kyle ash (kyle ash x reader. ~350 words.) — soft kyle ash, your favorite doctor.

the black army pines (black army x reader. ~350 words.) — some mildly embarrassing things that have happened to you while a certain black army member was pining for you.

baking with luka (luka clemence x reader. ~400 words.) — you decorate a gingerbread house with luka.

decorating with zero (zero x reader. ~500 words.) — you and zero put up holiday decorations in red army headquarters together.

love like a heart is no love at all (edgar bright x reader. ~2,000 words.) — edgar contemplates you.

over and over again (blanc lapin x reader. ~2,000 words.) — to blanc, you are the change he needed, and your pressing secret won't change that.

ikemen villains . . .

shopping with ellis (ellis twilight x reader. ~300 words.) — you ask ellis to come shopping with you, and he agrees.

ikemen sengoku . . .

hot springs (yoshimoto x reader. ~350 words.) — you visit the hot springs with yoshimoto.

you are the world (mitsunari x reader. ~1000 words.) — domestic bliss with your husband, mitsunari!!

mystic messenger . . .

snowball fight for love! (saeyoung choi x reader. ~500 words.) — you take saeyoung completely off guard with a snowball to the back of the head!

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winterromanov · 2 years

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look up, the sky is gold / a nick x charlie fic

read on ao3 here

“Your mum’s been texting me.”

Charlie can just about make out Nick’s bemused expression over his shitty student halls wifi connection. “She’s been doing what?”

“I mean,” Charlie shifts his back so he’s positioned more comfortably against the frame of his bed. “She’s texted me before, about birthdays and stuff, but this is different.”

“What has she said?”

Charlie clears his throat, scrolling through his inbox. “Monday, just gone. Good morning Charlie. Sunshine emoji. I hope you have a lovely day. ”

Nick shakes his head, half-smiling. “Go on.”

“Tuesday. Hello Charlie. A picture of the beach. Visited here this morning and thought of you. Thursday. Good luck for your mock maths exam today. Calculator emoji.”

“Oh my god, that’s so embarrassing.” Even the pixelated screen can’t hide Nick’s flushed cheeks. “I swear, I don’t tell her everything about us or you, she just has a way of working things out. I can ask her to stop.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Charlie insists. “It’s nice.”

“I think it’s an empty nest thing - she pretends that she doesn’t mind, but she’s finding it hard, me not being at home anymore. Just don’t be scared if she pulls out the adoption papers.”

Sarah Nelson isn’t the only one, Charlie thinks, an all too familiar ache settling in his stomach. But seeing the way Nick’s eyes twinkle over Facetime when he laughs is better than not having him at all. It came so perilously close to that, their relationship teetering off the edge of a cliff.

He faintly hears someone calling out Nick’s name and the door of his dorm opening, murmurs about a social at the student’s union. “Sorry, Char. I’ve got to go or the others will leave without me.”

“No worries,” he says, “I’ll just message your mum instead.”

Nick bites his lip, shaking his head in resignation. “You know, that joke isn’t nearly as funny when it’s actually true.”

Charlie laughs, letting his gaze settle on his boyfriend for just a moment longer. “Have a good time. I love you.”

Nick’s smile is bright yet bittersweet. God, do straight people experience this intense fucking yearning 24/7, or is it just him? “I love you. Bye.”

When FaceTime closes, Charlie is still looking at Nick, adoring expression frozen in a photobooth picture from years ago.

The first time Charlie sees Sarah Nelson independent from Nick is in the park five days before he is due to visit Leeds for the first time.

He finds autumn difficult because he’s not so good with endings, changes. The way the autumn leaves curl and fall from the trees lining the path remind him of Nick, but what doesn’t, these days. There is both excitement and anxiety in his gait. God - he wants to see him, hold him, more than anything else in the world. But there is still that nagging sensation in the back of his skull - that intermittent thought of what if university Nick isn’t the same as high school Nick in, like, a bad way?

“Charlie!”

He blinks, hurtling out of his reverie. His eyes settle on the voice calling his name and he relaxes, shoving his hands in the pocket of his coat. “Hi.”

“You were lost in your own little world.” Sarah smiles, half fighting with Nellie’s lead as she desperately tries to launch herself at Charlie. “Oh my goodness, she’s missed you!”

It doesn’t take a moment for Charlie to fall to his knees, throwing his arms around the energetic collie. Nick’s best friend, other than him, of course. “I’ve missed you too, gorgeous girl.”

“I think she’s a bit lost, without you and Nick around. She’s been stuck with me.”

“I’m sure she’s happy to have you all to herself,” Charlie says, finally standing up. He rubs the patch on Nellie’s head between her ears, thinking of the moments where she’d lie quietly between him and Nick on his bed, perfectly content.

“Hm,” Sarah arches an eyebrow. “She certainly is happy to have seemingly unlimited access to the treat cupboard when I’m at work. She doesn’t have Nick to keep her in line, you see. I’m no good with the discipline.” A pause. “You could walk her, if you like. No commitment of course. You and Nick used to take her on some lovely long routes, and I just don’t have the time, as much as I want to.”

They took her to the beach, once, last summer. Nellie sat beneath their feet on the train and spent the afternoon running between the waves, sand on her nose and salt in her fur.

He swallows hard. “She might not want me to, if Nick’s not there.”

“Oh, don’t be silly!” Sarah reaches out, squeezing him tenderly on the arm. It’s kind of funny, actually, that his own mum never really does that. “She loves the both of you.”

Sarah’s warm expression makes him smile, makes him think that she’s probably not lying. “Yeah, okay. I’d like that.”

“Excellent!” Sarah tugs on Nellie’s lead. “Just text me when you are free and we can sort something out.”

“Great. Thanks.” Charlie nods in the opposite direction of the park. “I’ll…see you?”

“Absolutely. See you later, my darling.”

There is slightly less anxiety in his gait on his way out.

charlie_spr1 posted a story: long walks with miss nellie [dog emoji]

nick_nzzzz replied: First you steal my mum, now you’re stealing my dog??!!!

charlie_spr1 replied: your dog? im sorry she is quite clearly my dog now

nick_nzzzz replied: [crying emojis] Honestly, I’m away from home for less than a month and you are already replacing me

charlie_spr1 replied: its okay, i promise not to steal ur boyfriend as well

nick_nzzzz replied: You better not

He is coming to visit in two days time

Might be quite awkward otherwise

[heart emojis]

charlie_spr1 replied: can he bring your mum along as well?

nick_nzzzz replied: OH MY GOD SHUT UP

charlie_spr1 replied: i see no problems with this arrangement ??

nick_nzzzz replied: If you mention my mum one more time I’m blocking you

Deadly serious

charlie_spr1 replied: i’m deadly serious

nick_nzzzz replied: I swear to god Charlie, kissing you was quite high on my list of priorities this weekend, but I think I might have to murder you instead.

Love you. Unfortunately.

charlie_spr1 replied: [heart emojis]

When he sees Nick standing on the platform at Leeds train station, he feels more stupid than anything else. Stupid because he accidentally got on the wrong train and made a detour to Oxford, but mainly stupid because his mind has been his enemy for no fucking reason, what a surprise.

Nick’s smile is golden like daylight, when his eyes finally catch his. He is holding a bouquet of red carnations. And he is pushing through throngs of anonymous commuters in a frantic attempt to close the distance between them, to hold him long enough to make up for the time they’ve been apart.

When they kiss, his mouth tastes like it always has, like peppermint and violets and seasalt.

“Hi,” Charlie says breathlessly, their dumb mantra.

“Hi,” Nick replies, grinning. He thrusts the bouquet into his grip. “I got you these. I don’t really know why, it just felt like the right thing to do, you know?”

Charlie smiles, admiring the blazing scarlets, the impressive crimsons. “They’re beautiful. Your mum will be so proud.”

Nick’s laugh is loud and unabashed. He tosses his head back and the way his hair moves with him reminds Charlie of the tide, ebbing and flowing. “I’m not going to hear the end of this, am I?”

“Not if I have anything to do with it,” Charlie smirks, perching on his tiptoes to kiss him again. “She wants a photo of us, by the way. I think she might be getting into scrapbooking.”

“Well, at least I know what to get her for her birthday now,” Nick jokes. He reaches out to grab Charlie’s hand and it feels so much like home, the way his fingers effortlessly intertwine with his own, a boat finally meeting the shore after years at sea.

(Okay, it’s been like, three weeks, but he loves a wistful metaphor).

“If we send her a photo,” Nick says as they weave through the crowd, “Can you promise not to make another your mum joke for the rest of the time you’re here?”

“Ah, but are they jokes if they’re true?”

“Charlie Spring,” Nick responds, aghast, “You are…something else.”

He squeezes Nick’s hand tighter, curves closer into his side.

Charlie Spring: [photo] a photo of me and nick at victoria quarter :)

Sarah Nelson: Thank you, you both look so handsome! Have a lovely time and make sure Nick looks after you!

Charlie Spring: will do. enjoy the rest of your weekend!

Nick presses a kiss on the window with his hand as the train departs back to Kent.

Charlie doesn’t cry, mostly because he doesn’t want to make it awkward for the other passengers. The sob sits waiting in his throat for over four hours and almost 300 miles, saving it for a moment when there are no eyes watching him.

His phone buzzes and he assumes it’s Nick, but it isn’t.

Sarah Nelson: Chin up, Charlie [sunshine emoji]

He doesn’t reply, but he does wonder what used to occupy his heart before he met the Nelson family.

The walks with Nellie become a regular thing. Every Wednesday, Friday and Sunday afternoon he arrives at Nick and Sarah’s front door, his pockets full of treats from the gourmet pet food shop on the high street. He rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet until Sarah answers, usually preceded by an excitable Nellie.

This time, only Sarah answers. “Hello, Charlie! Oh my goodness - I completely forgot. Nellie has gone to the groomer this morning. Sorry, sweetheart, I should have texted you.”

Charlie smiles. “That’s okay, no worries.”

“You can come in, if you like?” Sarah opens the door out further, revealing a hallway he is all too familiar with. “I’ll stick the kettle on.”

Charlie tries to protest. “Oh, no -- I wouldn’t want to be in your way.”

“You wouldn’t, I promise.” Sarah smiles that same warm smile. “Earl Grey okay? Or would you prefer a coffee? I know Nick said you were getting into espresso.”

Charlie gives in, because who wouldn’t? He edges into the house, wiping his feet on the mat. “Tea is fine, thank you.”

“Perfect,” Sarah closes the door behind him. “Go and make yourself comfortable in the living room, I won’t be a moment.”

The house looks the same as it always does, same paint on the walls and same rug lining the floor. Sarah has changed the photographs on the wall opposite the stairs. Charlie runs his thumb across the one in the centre, the one of him and Nick in Leeds, under the purple hues of Victoria Quarter. If he closes his eyes he’s still there, still in the tiny dorm room with the twin bed and broken window, feeling Nick’s cold hands across his torso and his laugh in his ear at three o’clock in the morning.

One week. One week until he’s home again.

In the living room, there is coloured card and sellotape and bright patterned stickers scattered across the coffee table, alongside folders of photographs taken on an old film camera.

“I’m getting into scrapbooking,” Sarah says, handing Charlie a mug with a gold N emblazoned on the front. “I’ve been meaning to do it for ages.”

Charlie nods, and Sarah urges him to sit on the couch.

“You’ll have to take a look at these,” Sarah hands him a wallet. “Just don’t tell Nicky, though.”

As he leaf through the stack of photographs he sees snapshots of Nick’s entire childhood, from chubby baby with wispy blonde hair to a smiling boy in a Bob the Builder shirt, wearing a yellow hard hat and brandishing a plastic drill.

“He wanted to be a builder for such a long time,” Sarah says, “No idea where that came from. Then he wanted to be a singer.”

“A singer?” Charlie asks sceptically, because Nick’s musical abilities…left a lot to be desired, to put it mildly.

“Oh, yes. He used to sing a lot when he was little. I have a video of him yelling along to Piano Man in the car, somewhere, before his dad -- well.” Sarah’s smile is a little sad, a little nostalgic. “Then he wanted to be a rugby player. I’m not so sure now.”

Charlie’s eyes settle on the little boy with the hard hat and the plastic drill for a moment longer, before carefully tucking the photo away. He’s always felt weird, seeing photographs of people he knows in the days and years before he met them. He just wants to say don’t worry, it will be okay.

It would have been nice if someone had said that to him, just once.

“I’ve only ever wanted Nicky to be happy,” Sarah says decidedly, putting her hand gently on top of his. “And I think he is. I think he is.”

Charlie smiles. He thinks about how Nick’s new university friends all took turns to buy him a drink so he didn’t get IDed at the bar, welcomed him like it was a given, not a possible. How there were no snide comments when they held hands under the table or kissed in the street, how he’d never seen Nick so relaxed and at ease with himself and his identity.

Yeah, he thinks he is, too.

That night, he opens an encyclopaedia stacked at the top his bookshelf. Between the pages are a bouquet of red carnations, give or take a couple of blooms, pressed and preserved in an attempt to cling onto them forever.

He’s not into scrapbooking, but that does not mean he isn’t sentimental.

“My mum has started tagging you in Facebook posts,” Nick murmurs into his neck, Nellie laid between them. “I’m glad you liked that story about that rehabilitated abandoned badger as much as she did.”

Charlie chuckles. “She saw a badger in your garden the other day. That’s probably why.”

“You see, she doesn’t share this breaking front-page news with me anymore. I want to hear about the badgers too.”

“I’ll set up a badger alert.” Charlie turns so he’s facing Nick, watches how his eyes dart to his lips. “24/7 updates on the local badger population.”

“It’s the bare minimum you could do,” Nick laughs. “It’s not like you do a lot else.”

Charlie swats him round the head and he pretends to look affronted for about half a second before ducking in for a kiss, slow and tired and Sunday afternoon.

charlie_spr1 posted a story: [badger emojis] @ nick_nzzzz

nick_nzzzz replied: Was this taken in my back garden? Do you just live in my house at this point???

charlie_spr1 replied: i am in your walls :)

“So you’re telling me,” Tao begins, pausing for dramatic effect. Elle is eating a strawberry lace from the paper bag in his hands. “You are ditching one of our legendary film nights, featuring Miss Elle Argent on loan from Central Saint Martins for one night only, to go hang out with your boyfriend’s mum?”

Charlie laughs between a mouthful of marshmallows. “I already said I would, okay? I would feel bad if I said I couldn’t go anymore!”

“No offence, Charlie, but that is next level tragic.” Tao shakes his head. “I have the new Wes Anderson with the director’s commentary. Do you know how hard it’s been to get a hold of it?”

Elle rolls her eyes jokingly at Charlie when Tao isn’t looking. “God, how on Earth will Charlie cope?”

“I know,” Tao murmurs, eyes narrowed. “What are you even doing?”

“Baking, I think.” Charlie swallows another marshmallow. “Nick did well in his mid-term exams, so she wants to make him a cake for when he’s back on Friday.”

Tao gives him a disgusted look. “That is literally the most nauseating thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Well,” Elle tugs at another strawberry lace. “I think it’s sweet.”

“No, no, no!” Tao waves his hands around dramatically. “Do not go getting any ideas. You are not baking cakes with my mother, Elle. I will die before you start baking cakes with my mother.”

“Oh! Cool,” Elle says, deadpan. “We can make a super nice one for your wake, then.”

Charlie rests his chin on his palm as he watches the two of them argue, warmth settling in his chest. Like daylight.

nick_nzzzz posted: What happens when your boyfriend and your mother make you a celebratory cake. [photo]

charlie_spr1 commented: it’s called abstract art [painting emoji]

nick_nzzzz commented: It’s called leave the baking to your super talented bf next time :)

His relationship with his own mother is strained at the best of times, even more so since Tori left for university. It’s some catty argument about nothing at all that leads Charlie to Sarah’s door in the middle of November, when the sky gets dark at five pm and his thoughts get darker too.

In the moments between knocking on the door and Sarah opening it he starts to think this is a stupid idea, that he’s bothering her, that he’s stupid and worthless and that his mum is always right, right about everything. No-one will like you if you’re like this, he hears in his head. Even Nick will get bored of your attitude one day.

He almost leaves, but then Sarah pulls him into her chest, hugs him like he’s just as much her son as Nick is. “Oh, Charlie. It’s okay, I promise. I promise.”

“I’m sorry,” he sobs, “I don’t know why -- I don’t know why I’m like this.”

“Well,” Sarah leans back, combs a strand of dark hair away from his wet eyes. “I like you just the way you are.”

He wakes at 3am with Nick’s strong arm wrapped around his middle, pulling him close. His hands are cold and so are his feet, like he’s just come in from outside.

“You’re here,” Charlie whispers hoarsely. Nick’s here.

“My mum called me, so I got the next Megabus home.” Nick said quietly. He shivers, curling in closer. “I was sat next to a man who had his toes out like, the whole journey.”

Charlie can’t help but laugh, and he supposes that’s Nick’s intention. “I’m sorry.”

“I thought we’d done the whole no more apologies thing ages ago.” Nick places a kiss on the back of his head between his curls. “I wanted to be here. When you are in pain, I’ll always want to be with you. As long as you’re okay with that.”

They lie in silence for a moment or two. Then - “I wish I could stay here forever.”

“No you don’t,” Nick replies, “Because you’d miss your dad and you’d miss Tori, and you would even miss your mum, I think. Plus, my mum will end up forcing you to listen to Billy Joel albums, and it would be morally wrong for me to subject you to that.”

He thinks of the happy little boy in the hard hat with the plastic drill, singing along to Piano Man in the car before his dad left and he didn’t sing anymore.

“Let’s act like the next few hours are forever, then.” Charlie compromises. “A little bit of forever.”

“A little bit of forever,” Nick echoes. “Okay.”

In the morning, Nick nips out early to get a pint of milk from the newsagents and Sarah has left for work. There’s an envelope with Charlie’s name in the hallway, sat neatly on the table next to an old school photo of Nick and a bouquet of sunflowers.

His fingers gingerly reach out, tug open the flap.

It’s a house key.

#ok #heartstopper #Charlie x Nick #charlie spring #nick nelson #sarah nelson #found family #heartstopper netflix #heartstopper fic #fanfic #joe locke #kit connor #ppl liked this over on ao3 so here u go

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drippingheart · 4 months

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THE COMPANY OF ANIMALS .

Where traditional culture and the heart of technology clash, quiet and peace are not commodities to be attained. Loneliness however, is as prominent as shadows. Tokyo — a city of noise and air pollution, tin can housing, and needing hearts desiring to connect with anyone. Anything. While Fushiguro Megumi never considered himself to be lonely, he was capable of relating to the feeling of longing. At seven years of age, recognition of blank and pallid stares on the railway was an intimate thing — just as when eyes caught sight of desperation gushing through veins as a high school boy reached out to grasp the hand of a female classmate.

Megumi knew too much as a child. Certainly not the fragile intricacies of human relationships and deep desire, yet it was enough information which enabled him to judge in silence. The city was already overflowing with people, and had it been the boy's choice, he and Tsumiki would be the sole occupants of the city. Wanting another person was a foreign sensation and, frankly, off putting, however yearning the company of something Megumi completely understood.

When stray cats gathered in alleyways, when the honking of taxi cabs disturbed pigeons from the metropolitan perches, even when moths cluttered around a single source of light when sky was pitch . . . he felt that instinctual pull to be part of an animal's life and for they to be a part of his life. Features of a little boy scrunched up in equal disgust when spotting rare displays of affection in public and when being in the receiving end of cute nicknames and head patting from a certain ivory-haired sorcerer.

Happiness, the closest the child could assume he was capable of feeling, bloomed when a dog wagged its tail in his presence. If his crazed guardian actually wanted to do something nice ( ie something Megumi would genuinely appreciate ) why couldn't it be in the form of a pet? Having been begrudgingly fed, clothed, and sheltered by the man, the child surmised he had already been deemed fortunate enough. Megumi was not a selfish child; he would trade being in Gojo Satoru's care for a living cat or dog. With no such thing waiting to be unwrapped for Birthday, Children's Day, or Christmas, he felt compelled to take matters into his own hands.

At seven years of age, Fushiguro Megumi walked with solemn confidence half an hour away from home; it was no difficult feat having traveled much the same as soon as he gained independence to walk alone. The stray cats watched him pass; they knew him well. Megumi counted sixteen on the route and like muscle memory, internally called out each feline's name. Names which Megumi had thought of the first time he met a new cat and memorized it to heart. Lacking any treats to offer the small beasts, he was not compelled to linger any longer than necessary during his trek, and the animals were thankful for that, too.

Megumi did not like picking favourites. The very notion of it felt almost like a betrayal. Every species was unique in their own way, and he was not fortunate enough to encounter every species of animal to even consider having a favourite, so how could be possibly pick just one? He had touched a fair amount of mammals ( of course not enough to satiate his love ), thus was absolutely resolute in touching those creatures which easily took to the skies. Reveling in their freedom. A longing for such freedom was also nestled within the child's heart. Often when one was looking for pigeons in Tokyo it seemed the abundant creature was nowhere to be spotted.

Had old man Tanaka not arrived to feed the animals that afternoon? A surlier pout settled heavy on the boy's face once he stepped foot in the park void of his winged companions. Still, he made the trip and had been painfully determined to make progress today. Feet dragged with iron weight as he maneuvered through the park. His guardian had six eyes and Megumi had a sixth sense, it seemed. Gravitating towards a particular spot, it quickly became apparent why no pigeons littered the ground in the hundreds. Unlike a corvid's loyalty, a single injured pigeon sat in a mess of its own feathers. Speckles of dark crimson stained the concrete, but the amount of blood was not innately alarming.

There was hope. No one had stopped to help. No other pigeons were around. Lonely — how tragic. Megumi still harbored healing scratches from his altercations with the cats he visited, so he knew well about stress and what it did for wild animals. The child approached with tremendous care. Despite the gentility, the pigeon still fluttered uselessly when he approached too closely, but an injured wing made for futile attempts at escape. Zippered jacket was removed and used to cradle the bird carefully with wings tucked, palms nestling wings to torso, and the sleeve of jacket covering the animal's face. Reduce visual and auditory stressors; he had learned that from a video.

Tiny thing was pressed securely against his torso, still within the jacket, as he made the trip back home. One hand was used to keep the pigeon secure against his body as he punched in the code of the front door and entered with the care of an undercover operative. Shoes were toed off at the threshold of the apartment, but before he had the time to slip on his own set of blue house slippers, he was there. Didn't he have Jujutsu work to attend to? Unconsciously, he bundle of injured animal was tucked closer to his torso and emerald hues cut even more sharply. Six eyes and all could sense something was amiss, yet the famed sorcerer approached with a bright grin nonetheless. Perhaps more so at the evidence of Megumi's behaviour.

" Don't tell me. My little Megumi-chan got in a little tussle with a kitty, mm? What 'cha got there? "

Just shy of two metres, the ivory haired sorcerer towered over the child and peeked a startling ominous eye over the rim of dark sunglasses. There was no point hiding anything from the man. Could he see through the material of the jacket? Megumi did not precisely know the limits of the six eyes. Instead, the child's lips curled with distaste as an equally sour huff left him.

── ❛ That was last week. ❜

Hesitantly, Megumi peeled back the flap and sleeve of the jacket, and the visual stimulus prompted the bird to blink and whip its head around. Gojo's lips peeled backwards further, but the child's eyes were too focused on the sight of the injured bird to notice. In contrast to how he petulantly spoke to his guardian, he kept his voice low. For the sake of the pigeon and for the sake of the favour at hand.

── ❛ Can we please help it? . . Please? I don't want it to die. ❜

Pointer finger tip gently nudged the tiny feathers situated at the back of the pigeon's head. Gemstone eyes still captivated at the sight of the animal. The adult straightened up his posture as a " Oh, Megumi. You have such a soft heart. " Reached Megumi's ears. It wasn't a no however, and a gentle hand landing on the child's shoulder encouraged he and the pigeon to enter the depths of the apartment.

#𝟬𝟓 breathe in deep . stop holding your breath .

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jouliejihan · 11 months

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𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑶𝑵 𝑨𝑰𝑹! - hueningkai × fem reader

𝑺𝒀𝑵𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑺: When Y/N and her eccentric friends decide to host the 'Love On Air' podcast, they think they can heal the heartaches of all HYBE Uni students. But when love begins to bubble up behind the scenes, Y/N finds herself at the center of a messed up love triangle. While she tries to save broken hearts, a shy student, Hueningkai, does everything to win her heart. With clumsy dating advice, accidental encounters and a chaotic podcast, will love triumph or end up in a hilarious mess?

"Tune in with us guys, cause Love is On Air!"

TAGLIST (open, send ask or comment to be added) @full-sunnies @unh0ly-dr3am3r @enhacolor @mackjestic @beabeanice @fairy-of-sugar

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3 - Alberta beef n' Ginger beer trio

WARNING: mention of alcoholic beverages, readers, drink in moderation

A/N: how abt this easter egg? Thanks to @amakumos 's amazing series, Love On Air was born! Thanks baby! Keep going with your masterpieces!

meanwhile...

It was a cold, starry night when Jay parked the car in front of Incheon Airport. _____ felt a mixture of anxiety and joy as she prepared to be reunited with her friends, Jake and Lily, who she had spent time with in Australia.

A few years ago, when she was 16, she decided to go on an exchange to Brisbane, in celebration of her birthday. It was a new adventure in an unfamiliar place, but she was looking forward to exploring and meeting new people.

It was during this journey that he met Jake, a charming and funny boy who studied at the same exchange school. From their first meeting, they forged a special connection, sharing laughs, stories and unforgettable moments together.

As their friendship grew, she began to feel something deeper for him. His captivating smile, his sense of humor and his kindness won her heart. However, there was a hitch: Jake was dating Lily, another Australian student from Marysville, who was also spending her holidays in Brisbane.

Though she felt a small twinge of sadness knowing this, she knew that Jake's happiness was important to her. She decided that she would do her best to support her friend and help him find happiness with Lily.

With that in mind, ______ started planning a cute and romantic date for the couple. She carefully chose the location, a quiet beach with a stunning view of the sunset, and prepared a picnic basket filled with the lovebirds' favorite treats on the sand.

On the day of the date, she was nervous, but her determination to see her friends happy was stronger. She took Jake down to the beach he excited but disappointed to see her friend leave so early she asked:

"Leaving so soon? Stay here with me for a bit"

"Sorry, Jake, I gotta… she stuttered. "Work in some things at the dorm. Have fun, okay?

As the couple enjoyed their romantic picnic, she watched from afar, feeling mixed emotions. She saw them laughing, talking and sharing special moments. Although her heart yearned to be in Lily's shoes, she was grateful to have the opportunity to be a part of their happiness, even if it was in a different way.

At the end of the date, she joined them, her eyes were teary but overflowing with genuine joy.

"I hope you enjoyed my little surprise!" _______ smiled

"Are you kidding?! This is beautiful! Thank you! But how do you…?

"I know you Jake! The connection you share with each other is unique and special. This is what I feel iny heart."

Lily also expressed her gratitude and hugged her.

"You're a wonderful girl. Thanks for helping us create such special memories."

Despite the unrequited feelings, she felt a deep joy at having contributed to her friends' happiness. The friendship between them strengthened even more that day, but unfortunately, it did not last as _____ imagined. On the last day of their exchange, Jake passed by her room in the dorm and saw her packing her bags and was in shock.

"What… what's all this?!?!"

"Unfortunately my time here is over. In a little while I'll be heading back home."

"Oh no, you won't! Not now, not like this! Come here!"

⊹⊱•••《 💗 》•••⊰⊹

The long-awaited farewell day in Brisbane arrived. Jake and Lily wanted to make sure their friend had a memorable send-off before catching the flight back home. They decided to take her to an amusement park, where they could enjoy an afternoon filled with emotions and laughter.

________ felt nostalgic as she walked through the streets of Brisbane towards the park. She was grateful to have met Jake and Lily, who had made her exchange experience even more special.

At the amusement park, the trio of friends boarded roller coasters, spun on Ferris wheels and challenged their nerves on thrilling rides. Laughter and squeals of joy echoed through the air as they enjoyed themselves like there was no tomorrow.

In the midst of the fun, they stopped at a game stand, where Jake got her a stuffed dolphin. It was an affectionate gesture that represented the friendship they shared.

"Jake… no need!" ______ smiled putting her hand in front of her mouth

"But you deserve it! A special little gift for our very special friend!"

She hugged the dolphin tenderly, feeling the emotion overflow in her heart.

"Thanks. I will keep this little creature with a lot of love. It'll always remind me of the amazing times we had here.!

The afternoon at the amusement park was filled with joy and fellowship. As the sun began to set, they walked back to the car, sharing smiles and memories of their time together.

The time has come to say goodbye. Jake and Lily accompanied her to Brisbane Airport, where warm hugs and words of gratitude were exchanged.

"Jake, Lily, thank you for everything. You guys made my experience here unforgettable. Gonna miss you guys a lot."

"We'll miss you too, _____" Jake hugged stroking his long, straight auburn strands

"But we promise to never forget everything you've done for us." Now it was Lily's turn to hug her friend and then she released her, watching her go down the departure corridor. "Have a safe trip home, friend!"

"Take care!" Jake yelled waving at her

As she walked away, she looked back to see Jake and Lily waving with smiles full of affection and longing.

At Brisbane Airport, she _____ boarded the plane, taking with her not only the memories of her stay in Brisbane, but also the knowledge that true friendship transcends borders and miles. She knew they would always hold a special place in her heart, wherever she wanted them to be.

But what she didn't know was that it wouldn't be the last time they would see them. Long before they met, he was famous for his travel vlogs with Lily, among his loyal followers was Park Jongseong, who he kept in touch with on Twitter, Instagram, KakaoTalk and other platforms.

When mentioning his friend in one of his videos, Jay was surprised by the fact that both share the same friendship and have similar tastes, even if they are distant, the two enjoyed each other's company and imagined the day when they would meet in person. Now, 5 years later, this dream is about to come true.

As they waited in the arrivals area, anticipation rose in her. She imagined all the stories and experiences Jake and Lily would have to share. The longing was palpable, and her heart beat faster as the moment neared.

Finally, the doors opened, revealing Jake and Lily, who emerged with beaming smiles on their faces. _______ rushed towards them, their arms wrapping around each other in a tight, warm hug.

"Jake-ah! Lily-ah! I miss you guys!"

"Noona, how good it is to see you again! I already missed those warm hugs!"

"You guys are so dramatic!" she rolled her eyes and smirked "But it feels great to be here!"

As they walked towards the car, the conversation began to flow. There, Jake and Lily share their adventures, telling funny and heartwarming stories about their time on their travels.

"So Jake, tell me, what's the big news?"

Jake smiled, showing a glint of excitement in his eyes.

"I enrolled at HU! Starting tomorrow I'll be your Engineering classmate!"

______ was surprised and overjoyed at the news. She could barely contain the joy that spread throughout her body.

"Really?! This is amazing! I can't wait for us to be classmates. We're going to spend such great time together!"

As they celebrated the news, Lily became a little quieter beside them. She knew her path would take them in different directions.

"Unfortunately, I enrolled at the JYP Institute. My Marine Biology course will be there."

"So it looks like that's the end of our Alberta Beef and Ginger Beer trio, does it?" he scratched the back of his head

"Yeah, it is, but I promise I'll support you both no matter where we go in the future." the Canadian wistfully stated

"Pinky swear, noona?"

"Is this serious, unnie?" protested Lily

"C'mon! Do it with us!" the oldest asked

Then the three crossed their pinkies and sealed the promise to never forget the friendship they cultivated 5 years ago.

And a while later, they arrived at HYBE Uni's dorm. With the lights in the university parking lot still on, Jay could see through the window of his car some students leaving, others returning.

"Are you coming, noona?" questioned Jay

"Not yet. Me and Lily need some time alone, so, Jake, mind going ahead?"

"Of course not. Hyung, can you help me with the bags?"

"No problem!"

From the moment the Australian set foot in Seoul, the Canadian noticed that she was distant and quiet. Lily was never the type of woman to pretend to be shy or stay silent for no reason, she knew there was something wrong with her friend and as soon as the two got out of the car, she set out to find out, asking:

"Lily-ah, are you okay?"

"Unnie, do you have some time for some love advice?"

"I always have, so go ahead, pour your heart out to me."

"You see, Jake and I broke up before we moved here and…"

"Really?! But you were so happy together!"

"I know! But lately I didn't feel that euphoria anymore. And it seems that Jake feels the same way."

"Was it because of me?"

"No! You were an angel bringing us together! It's my fault that my feelings are changing and I don't know how to deal with it."

"When you live with someone for a long time, you learn about yourself and your feelings towards them, I don't understand what you fear so much."

"Regret. I'm afraid my feelings for him will grow back over time and I'll take drastic action when it's too late and he'll hate me for it. What do you suggest I do?"

"Did you guys talk about this before the move?"

"We do."

"So, there's nothing to fear! As this was a recent breakup, it's normal for you to miss the moments shared together, besides, it's not because you're not in love with Jake anymore that you don't love him! If he makes you happy and he feels the same, you can still be friends."

The Australian was trying her best not to break down in front of her friend, but when the Canadian woman smiled and placed her hand on her shoulder, she couldn't contain the lump in her throat and the tears streaming down her face, so she pulled it closer for a hug.

"I don't deserve a friend like you, unnie!"

"You're so pretty and wonderful, Lily. You certainly deserve to be treated like a princess, which I know you are."

"Thanks." _______ wiped Lily's tears with her thumb "Promise not to tell my story on your podcast? I don't want people hustling about my love life."

"Promise. Want Jay to give you a ride to your dorm?"

"Won't he mind?"

"I don't know, but I'll ask him anyway."

"Thanks."

As she wandered through the halls, she pulled out her cell phone and found a photo of the trio in her gallery, in one of the most chaotic moments in Australia.

On a Friday night, Lily and Jake decided to take ________ out for a fun night out at a local bar in Brisbane. It was a perfect opportunity to relax, unwind and create more memories together.

Sitting at a table, _______ was excited to try something new. As the waiter approached, she glanced at the menu and, intrigued, decided to order a bottle of ginger beer.

"Come on, guys! I want to see what it feels like to drink ginger beer. It should be interesting!"

Jake and Lily exchanged amused glances and agreed to try it too. Soon, the bottles were poured, and they toasted, ready to enjoy the night.

As the night wore on and she drank her third glass of ginger ale, she began to feel the brew's effect.

"Ahn, guys. I think I'm starting to get a little dizzy. I didn't know this beer was this strong!"

"Careful, _____, this drink can be tricky." Jake mocked

"But look on the bright side! You're starting to have fun!" Lily added

Suddenly music started playing in the bar, _______ recognized it immediately and started jumping up and down laughing out of nowhere.

"Is it Seventeen's Adore U? Man, I love this song!"

Why are you keeping a front?

I don’t know, I don’t know what will happen

Without hesitation, she got up from the table and started dancing and singing excitedly in the middle of the bar, attracting the attention of everyone around her.

So what I mean is, I want to know all of you

I’ll sing you, you-hoo, I’ll sing you, you-hoo

Even if my lips are dry, I need to say this baby

I adore you, I adore you, enough to get dizzy

Adore you!

Jake and Lily joined in on the fun, laughing and cheering as she let loose on the makeshift dance floor.

The funny and adorable scene continued as she expressed her joy and excitement through music. People around were amused by their spontaneous performance, and soon the whole bar was clapping and singing along.

After a while, _______ came down to the table, out of breath, but with a huge smile on his face.

"Who knew that innocent little face of yours guarded a k-pop star, huh?" Lily teased

"Oh, don't say that! That was humiliating!" _____ covered her red face with her hands

"What do you mean? It was fun! But take it easy next time we go out, okay?"

"Alright Jake!"

It was then that he had a brilliant idea. He spotted a man sitting at a nearby table with a cell phone in hand. He approached the men and asked kindly:

"Sorry to bother you sir, but could you take a picture of the three of us?"

The man smiled and readily accepted. The trio stood together, grimacing and laughing as the old man captured the image.

With a smile on their faces, they huged each other, making funny poses and enjoying the moment of true friendship.

After the photo, they thanked the lord and returned to the table, still laughing at the situation.

The night continued with more laughs, stories and unforgettable moments shared among the friends. She learned that some unusual choices can lead to moments of pure fun and special memories.

That night in that bar in Brisbane will remain in her memories as a moment when friendship strengthened and joy overflowed.

A/N: So the first couple our little angel got a together, was with her best friend who she had a crush on, and her first love advice was about their breakup...

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wooahaes · 2 years

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kiss kiss

pairing: mashiho x fem!reader

prompt: n/a [priv bday prompts]

word count: 0.9k~

warnings: vague food mention.

daisy’s notes: ok google play kiss kiss by shinee

This was getting a little ridiculous.

It felt like every single time you turned around, you were greeted with a quick peck--on the lips, on the cheek, anywhere and everywhere had probably been kissed within the first few hours--from your doting boyfriend. You’d turn to say something, to get his attention because you saw something cute while scrolling social media, and he’d already be leaning into press a quick kiss to your face while no one else was paying attention. The few times someone did was met with a groan and whoever it was walking away, saying they’d try to talk to Mashiho again when you weren’t around because he was going to be like this all day until your birthday was over.

And if it wasn’t actual kisses, he was slipping the chocolate ones into your pocket like the corny bastard he was.

While Mashiho had yet to say it, you had an inkling as to why he was doting on you so heavily--aside from it being your birthday. He’d been busy lately, barely getting to see you past the rare video chats since the two of you had conflicting schedules most of the time, between classes and work and trying to have some form of a social life outside of one another. Which had never been a problem for either of you: you loved each other, sure, but you weren’t the only person the other interacted with and you wouldn’t want it to be that way. But it did lead to plenty of nights where you ached to just be held by him for a minute, yearning to hear his cute laugh in person. When you showed up to spend the rest of your evening with him, he practically attached himself to you, lying on the couch with you tucked securely in his arms while he told you about how his day had gone, asking if you wanted to do anything for your birthday aside from just cuddling with him.

You had mentioned offhandedly you’d like to have dinner with him. That had been a few hours ago, and he showed no signs of budging from his spot.

“Are you hungry?” He had asked when you brought the topic back up. When you denied it, he snuggled back into you, “Okay. Just let me hold you a little longer.”

So you were fine with staying like that a little longer. There was a one-off comment about how Junkyu was thought to be the koala of this friend group that earned a laugh from you and a pout from your currently koala-esque boyfriend, who merely hugged you tighter and pressed a kiss against your neck before he spouted something about how at least he has someone to cuddle with.

You looked back at him, already feeling his lips graze your temple. “Mashi?”

“Hm?”

“Can you cook for me?”

For the thousandth time that day, he pressed a kiss against your cheek before unraveling himself from you. “Just because it’s your birthday,” he said as he stood up, even though both of you knew he’d cook for you if you asked and he had the time any day. “Do you want to watch?”

You were sure that it was a ploy to keep you within arm’s reach, but you were happy to come hang out in the kitchen with him. Right as you were about to bring up the subject of groceries, you watched him open up the fridge, already pulling out ingredients to make your favorite dish with a knowing smile.

“You’ve been really affectionate today,” you said offhandedly after he pressed another chocolate kiss into your palm, as a treat with a promise of no more until after the two of you had dinner. “I mean, I love kissing you, but this is a lot.”

He didn’t look up from what he was doing, slicing through ingredients casually. “We don’t get to be together as often as we want,” he had said, eyes downcast and focused on not slipping up with the knife-work, “so I wanted to make up for it while I can.”

“With kisses?”

He gave you one of the cutest smiles, glancing at you for a second before nodding without a word.

“You’re too cute,” you giggled. “You don’t have to ‘make up’ for anything, you know. I know you’re busy. Just seeing your cute face whenever I can makes it all worth it.”

“Even if it’s just a call?”

You nodded, leaning against the counter. “Even just hearing your voice makes me happy.”

The knife clattered against the cutting board for half a second, and when you looked up, Mashiho had closed the distance between the two of you. He kissed you hard, a hand at the back of your head just to serve as gentle guidance--never as a way of trapping you there. Mashiho kissed you like you were a dream he was afraid of waking up from, even in the most passionate moments: chasing the feeling, but not too fast, never too greedy because that was when all the best dreams seemed to slip away. The thought of someone else walking in to get something, or to get someone else, and heckling the two of you melted as you kissed back.

When he pulled away, he wasn’t smiling. He just took your head in his hands, and his lips grazed your forehead. “I’m really lucky that you’re always so understanding,” he said in a quiet, soft voice. “I know I can’t be around all the time, so I want to make you happy when I can be here.”

Before he could go back to what he was doing, you pulled him in for a sight hug. “You make me happy, silly,” you said against his shoulder. “I love you.”

Again, he kissed your temple. “I love you, too."

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Happy Birthday, Tyelpë

Celebrimbor woke up next to you. It was an early summer morning, mists rolling lazily over the forests around Ost-in-Edhil. You were still deeply asleep, tiny smile playing on your lips, making him wonder, what you were dreaming of. He still could not believe he made it so far as to marry you, the love of his life, about six months ago.

He had been quite busy lately and it seemed you were too, with some project of your own. He did already ask, what were you doing, actually more than once, but you always grinned playfully, telling him it is a surprise. He didn't press you for the answer though. You were always so happy when you managed to surprise him with anything nice, that he would regret ruining it.

He watched you for a while as you slept, all cuddled against his side, before he knew he should leave the bed and attend to his duties. He placed gentle kiss on your forehead and chuckled quietly as you let out a long sigh and turned. He stood up carefully, making sure he wouldn't wake you up and went about his usual morning routine.

As his servants brought him his breakfast, he blinked. There was his favourite pastry with sweet fillings, along with the tea he liked most. He also quickly noticed a small message, written by you.

"Happy birthday, Tyelpë. Hope you will have a beautiful day. - Love, Y/n."

He smiled at that and shook his head amusedly. You liked festivals and celebrations. You were always interested in various customs of not only the elves, but also humans and dwarves. Last year you surprised him with including bithday celebration to your life and relationship with him.

"It's a good way to remind you, that the day you were brought to this world was a day that should be remembered, because you brought and keep bringing good things to people around you," you explained to him, while kissing his lips that time. His heart soared hearing that, so the next day, he asked you to marry him after years of courtship.

He relished his breakfast and his mood was bright and happy...and lasting. He realized he somehow didn't have much paperwork to do. It did happen from time to time, but the timing hinted, that you might have something to do with it. Or he was just lucky for once. By noon, his other duties were taken care of, and you both saw each other at lunch.

Your eyes were sparkling with mirth and playfulness. Since there was nothing urgent for him to deal with, he gladly agreed to ride out and enjoy small picnic and each other's company. When you both returned, all content, you both met Celebrimbor's friends, who brought him little gifts. Even Narwi showed up, giving him his own gift - beautiful buckle for a cloak in shape of holly leaves and berries.

The dinner turned into small feast with most of his favourite dishes, treats and drinks. There was a lot of laughter, merry songs and many teasings. When you finally retired to your shared chambers, your hands full of presents, you parted from him for a moment, claiming you needed to change into something more comfortable.

When he saw you again, he froze. His pupils dilated as his gaze fell upon you -you were dressed in sheer and thin indigo silk mimicking the nightsky with small glittering gems, reflecting the light of lapms in your chambers. Your cleavege was adorned with dazzling intricate neclace of his making and your arms and hands were decorated with other his works. He found his heart beating rapidly.

You came close to him, cupping his face with both your hands your thumbs running lovingly over his cheekbones.

"Wouldn't you like..to unwrap ALL your presents?" you asked him with you own cheeks burning. You wanted to sound confident and seductive, but...it ended up shy once again. "The best idea ever, my queen," he exhaled, his eys dark with yearning.

This piece was inspired by many beautiful headcanons about Celebrimbor, written by @icarus-fell-in-spring. They are so beautifully written I can't help but return to them again and again. Try to check them on your own, I'm sure you won't regret it.

Two things I have to say before I comment on the imagine. I first misread the asks when it popped up in my notification and thought you were wishing me happy birthday which made me confused😂. And I do follow their blog, since 2019 - they write amazing content for all the characters.

This was wonderful for Celebrimbor - baby deserves to be treated with lots of love. I always get soft whenever I read about him and this made me melt.

#📜 anon #celebrimbor imagine #y/n imagines #silmarillion imagine #doodlepops responds

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