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lvrdrafts · 9 months

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Crumbs of Cinnamon, Shattered Hearts

Summary: You are a baker in New York who has feelings for your customer Bucky but it doesn't seem as if he feels the same

Warning: Self depriciation

Pairing: Bucky x f!reader

A/N: Should i make a fluff or angst ending?

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

In the heart of New York City, there existed a quaint little bakery named "Sweet Haven," owned and operated by the young and kind-hearted Y/N. With her radiant smile and a heart as warm as the ovens in her kitchen, she had a unique way of making anyone who walked through her bakery's doors feel at ease. Sweet Haven wasn't just a bakery; it was a place of comfort and solace for those seeking refuge from the chaos of the outside world.

In the heart of New York City, there existed a quaint little bakery named "Sweet Serenity," owned and operated by the young and kind-hearted Y/N. With her radiant smile and a heart as warm as the ovens in her kitchen, she had a unique way of making anyone who walked through her bakery's doors feel at ease. Sweet Serenity wasn't just a bakery; it was a place of comfort and solace for those seeking refuge from the chaos of the outside world.

Bucky Barnes was one of her favorite costumers. It wasn't just because he came there often, but also he brought a side of you that you didn't know existed. He was the exact opposite of you and somehow you craved that in him.

As your feelings were intensified, it seemed as if everyone except you two can see what was going on. People would always make subtle remarks about you too being a "perfect pair" yet you both never caught on.

One day, your friends gathered around her as she closed up the bakery, seeing the longing in your eyes whenever Bucky was mentioned. It just felt as an instinct that every time Bucky's name was mentioned you would have a huge grin on your face. With wide smiles and excited whispers, they encouraged you to confess your feelings to him.

"Y/N, it's so obvious that he cares about you too," one of her friends said, nudging her playfully. "You've got to tell him!"

"You deserve happiness, and you bring so much joy to others. It's time you let someone do the same for you," another chimed in.

Their words resonated with you, and you realized that maybe, just maybe, your friends were right. The thought of baring your heart to Bucky filled you with nerves, but you knew you had to take the chance.

One sunny afternoon, you found herself standing outside Bucky's apartment door, clutching a box of her famous cinnamon rolls. With a deep breath, you knocked on the door, her heart pounding in her chest.

When Bucky opened the door, the sight of Y/N, with her bright smile and the sweet aroma of cinnamon rolls surrounding her, made him feel something he hadn't in a long time—hope. Little did he know that she was about to take that hope and amplify it.

"I, um, brought you some cinnamon rolls," Y/N stammered, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. "I made them fresh today. I hope you like them."

Bucky's lips quirked into a small smile, and he gratefully accepted the box. "Thank you, Y/N. I always love your cinnamon rolls."

You felt a surge of courage in you, ss if nothing can stop you. You had been practicing the whole morning and everyone had told you how great of a dynamic you two where. We're like soulmates, there is no way we are not meant to be. Bucky likes me and I like him right?

"Bucky, there's something I've been wanting to tell you. I… I really care about you. You're special to me, and I just wanted you to know that."

Bucky's eyes held a mixture of surprise and something else you couldn't quite place. "Y/N, you're an incredible person, and I care about you too. You've been a bright spot in my life since the day we met." Oh know, why is bucky saying that in a sympathetic tone. Does he not like me back ? I thought the relationship was mutual? Am I gonna end this friendship because I was stupid enough to think he likes me?

"But there's something I need to be honest about," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "I've fallen for someone else. Her name is Diana."

The weight of Bucky's words crushed your hopes, and your smile wavered for a moment. You quickly regained her composure, offering him a brave smile. You shouldn't have listen to your friends, you should have listened to your mind not your heart. Be realistic Y/N why would he like you, your not even that special.

"That's alright, Bucky. I'm happy that you found someone who makes you feel that way," you said, her voice steady despite the pain in her heart. You didn't want to cause a scene but holding back the tears seemed much more harder.

As the days went on, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions swirling inside you. You were happy for Bucky, knowing that he had found someone who made him feel special, but you couldn't shake the sadness that accompanied unrequited love. You felt mad at yourself for allowing your heart to fall so deeply for someone who didn't feel the same way.

The dynamic between Bucky and you had changed. While you still spent time together, there was an underlying tension that lingered beneath the surface. You were more guarded, afraid to let your true feelings slip, while Bucky seemed cautious not to lead you on. Your conversations were still filled with laughter and genuine connection, but there were moments when you both seemed lost in our own thoughts, struggling to navigate the unspoken emotions between you guys.

Avoiding him became increasingly difficult, as our apartments were next to each other. It seemed that fate was determined to test me, placing him in my path at every turn. Each time you saw him, your heart would flutter and ache simultaneously, reminding me of what you couldn't have. It was even worse when he started bringing Diana to the bakery, and you could see the love between them as if they were meant to be.

At times, Bucky would still drop by your bakery, and you would offer him a friendly smile, trying to hide the pang in my heart. You didn't want him to feel guilty or obligated to reciprocate my feelings. But it was so hard after you screwed up the friendship. You should have seen it, I mean what is special about you?

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teriri-sayes · 6 months

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Reactions to Deal Maker's Chapter 200

TL;DR - Angry dragons. Emperor and Wi talk about Cale's rumors. Caleism in Central Plains. Cale and Eru talk about Aipotu and Maxi. Cale returns home and meets Clopeh.

Angry Dragons Continuing with the last chapter, the dragons were noticeably angry. Even our tsundere Rasheel was muttering, "How dare those dragon bastards of another world, to our youngest..." Not much happened here. Raon was only confused with the atmosphere, while Cale was holding back his laugh at the Aipotu dragons being cursed at by his world's dragons.

Caleism in Central Plains I thought murim arc was over, but we get a scene of the emperor and Chief Eunuch Wi. They were talking about the rumors spreading about Cale.

The emperor's impression of Cale was an arrogant man, but thought that Cale did not deserve to remain a human, so he had gifted the immortal's clothes to Cale.

Wi knew that the Hainan Island's residents who witnessed Cale's miracle had now become Caleism believers. The murim people even treated Cale as a pioneer and their goal in martial arts.

What these two did not know was that Cale gained two new titles. One was the Sea Emperor, and the second was Martial God (or God of Martial Arts)... 🤣🤣🤣

Crazy Clopeh Cale and Eruhaben had some conversation about Aipotu, the World Tree, and Maxi (the dead dragon in Central Plains). Afterwards, Eruhaben left to visit the WT while Cale had some small talk with Alberu before going home to Sheritt's black castle.

Before leaving, Cale had informed Alberu that he had contacted Hannah and Clopeh to come to Roan, so they would probably be arriving in a few days. But lo and behold, when Cale arrived at the black castle's entrance, he immediately saw Clopeh... 😂

Clopeh was his usual strange self, kneeling down to Cale and looking at him with burning eyes as he said that he was waiting for Cale to call him... 🤣🤣🤣 Raon said something about how Clopeh was the best, and Cale wondered what he meant, but didn't want to know the answer. 😂

Cale only told Clopeh to come and did not say that he had a way to fix Clopeh's body. As Clopeh let out a strange laugh and was saying something like he finally had a chance to join the legend, Cale realized that no one in the other worlds could rival Clopeh in his strangeness... 🤣🤣🤣

Ending Remarks Today was a good chapter, with Clopeh's appearance at the end as the highlight. And because today's the 200th chapter, the author included a message for us!

Author's Notes Greetings, this is Yoo Ryeo Han. This is my greetings in celebration of the 200th episode of Part 2. …Part 2… Episode 200… 2…200… 2… 2… Two, two… I'm sorry. But it's really strange. Clearly, at the time of preparing Part 2, I thought… 'Around 50 chapters per family, so 250 chapters! I'll add 50 more chapters to finish it in 300 episodes!' Did I plan it like this? I definitely thought this was possible. It's really mysterious. We've now gone through 2 families and 2 worlds, and it's episode 200. If this continues, I don't even know how far Part 2 will go. Haha! There are 3 families left, so if we add 300 episodes, will it end in 500 episodes? Haha! I don't know! Hahaha! Thank you for joining me this far. Thanks to you, I feel greatly strengthened. Really. I hope this series can bring a little joy and small pleasure to the readers' daily lives. Thank you. -Yoo Ryeo Han

#tcf spoilers #trash of the count's family #tcf author's notes

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kidney9-9 · 18 days

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Birthday Girl - Tom Holland

happy birthday to my best friend!!! i love you very much and i hope you're having a great bday today :) this is for you! ilyy you have brought a lot of joy into this world and i want you to have the best year possible! thank you for being such a sweet person, you deserve so many great things in life!

Tom Holland x Reader [Fluff and Smut] Warnings: Cursing, smut, little bit of praise, fingering Word Count: 5.2k

Tom was so excited about your birthday tomorrow to the point you weren’t really surprised when he pulled out a list on his phone about possible things to do to celebrate your birthday. It was currently 11pm, the day before your birthday and Tom was grinning widely as he wrapped an arm around you as he showed you the list.

“Alright, so I had way too many ideas about what to do for your birthday tomorrow that I had to put it in a list. And I know you’d like each of them, but I couldn’t choose what to surprise you with because each of them were too good to disregard. So, I was wondering what you’d like from this list to do, think of it like a spa brochure, and we’ll start once it turns midnight.” Tom rambled happily and your jaw dropped as you stared down at the list.

There was two pages of notes and ideas of what to do! “Oh god, Tom, how in the world did you think of all off these?!” You gaped at the list, scrolling through it.

“Oh, I’ve been preparing since the day after your last birthday.” He shrugged like it was no big deal, but you stared at him with wide eyes, completely flabbergasted.

“What?!” You laughed slightly but turned your head to kiss his cheek gently. “You’re so sweet to me. I love you so much.”

His cheeks warmed just a little, “I love you too. I just wanted your birthday to be an extra special day for you since you’ve been working so much.”

You looked at the very first suggestion on the list and felt your cheeks warm slightly, “Aw, love making? And – oh you scheduled it for 3 hours!” You were flustered but you found it a little funny that he added that time suggestion to it.

“Only if you want to!” He cried out, shaking his head and looking incredibly embarrassed. “It’s completely up to you, seriously. I just put that there since I thought maybe you’d like that suggestion.”

“It’s okay, I like it, don’t worry.” You shrugged and smiled at him.

You smiled at his words, feeling grateful for him. You gazed down at the list again and laughed at one of the funnier suggestions, “Did you really put this one down? A brigadeiro making party?”

“Yeah! I know you love them – I also put down acai making party. If you want to do either of those, I can go get all the ingredients at the store and I’ll invite our friends over.” Tom responded, pointing out the other option on the list.

“You’re ridiculous.” You giggled and shook your head, “But they do sound fun.”

Tom smiled at that, “Yeah, and there’s also some stuff we can do by ourselves, and we can celebrate your birthday with friends and family another day.”

You hummed and nodded at his words. You did want to hang out with him one-on-one since you guys haven’t been able to spend as much time together lately. You had a lot of work since you took on a new project at the company you worked at, and you were in and out of meetings most days, so you only really saw Tom at night. You were glad you had tomorrow off!

“I think I want to just hang out with you tomorrow, babe. I miss hanging out with you.” You confessed and Tom’s face softened, and he leaned closer to you and kissed your lips gently.

“I missed that too. Remember when we’d slow dance on the balcony whenever that song came on the radio?” He stopped for a moment and smiled even more, “I keep thinking about how beautiful you looked out in the sunshine – even in the moonlight too, you’ve got this glow that I always miss.”

You practically melted into him, bringing him into an embrace. “Such a romantic sap,” You teased softly, and he added onto your words, “But you love it.”

“That’s right. We’re definitely dancing out on the balcony tonight. Right when it turns midnight, that’ll be a perfect way to start my birthday.” You murmured to him, and he squeezed you extra tight at your words, kissing your cheek.

“That’s perfect, darling. And we’re about forty minutes away too.” He stretched his arms up and leaned away, “I’m going to put some music on now and set things up on the balcony. I’ll clean the dishes up too.” He pointed to the dishes on the coffee table. You two ate a late dinner and snuggled on the couch for a while.

“Mm, thank you.” You said as he stood up from the couch. You shivered from the loss of the heat coming off his body. He quickly picked up a throw blanket and pressed it over you, smiling and leaning down again to peck your lips softly.

“You don’t have to thank me for anything like that, I’ll do it any day and anytime.” He paused as he picked the dishes up from the table, “Also don’t come in the kitchen, I got to get your surprise ready!”

You laughed and shook your head, “Baby, it’s not a surprise anymore if you say there’s a surprise.”

“Oh shit, yeah.” He chuckled at himself. He took the plates away and a minute later, you heard him setting up the speakers and playing some music. It was a slow romantic song that started first and your smile widened when you recognized it. It was the first song on the playlist he made you for Valentine’s one year.

He started singing the lyrics and you sung along with him softly, as you looked through more of the list on his phone. A few more of the options made you giggle a bit. “Tom, baby, what does it mean when you put ‘Taylor Swift’?” You wondered if it meant you two would listen to her albums for a while, which sounded like a fun time.

He walked back in and pushed a hand through his hair, “Oh, yeah, that’s a birthday gift that’s coming in a few months. I got us some front row tickets to one of her concerts!”

Your jaw dropped and you stared at him in silence. Tickets to her concert were extremely hard to get, especially front row ones. How in the world did he get them!? And why is he acting all nonchalant about it?

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Tom looked nervous and concerned, “Do you not like that gift? We don’t have to go.” He continued, walking closer to you.

“What! No, we’ve got to go! Oh my god, how did you get two front row tickets?” You snapped out of your shocked silence.

“I emailed her manager and asked politely.” Tom laughed and you were still completely shocked, and you laughed along with him.

“You are so crazy.” You breathed out and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. He happily squeezed you back in the hug.

“I’m happy you like this early birthday gift – oh there’s like twenty minutes left now until your birthday.” Tom chuckled as you pulled away.

“Hmm, are you done with the dishes?” You asked, peeking over his shoulder to look into the kitchen.

He nodded, “Yep, but I have one more thing to do. I’ll be back really quick.” He leaned down and pecked your lips again and you smiled happily at him. He was so sweet.

“Okay… but don’t leave me trying to slow dance by myself for so long!” You called back laughing as you walked over to the balcony. You opened the doors up and sighed as the heat from outside hit you. You put the blanket back on the couch, no longer needing it. You and Tom had the habit of turning the AC on super cold all the time, even to the point you two were freezing during the heat outside.

“I won’t!” He said back. You walked back to the balcony and went outside, peering down to your garden, happy to see that the flowers were doing good down there. You and Tom planted a few a while ago when you guys had some free time. You planted some of your favorites, including tulips, and Tom planted one of his favorites and one of his mom’s favorites.

The music got louder when Tom adjusted the speakers, and then you gazed at the doorway to see Tom bringing in a mini cake on a platter, with a candle on the top. He turned on a few lights to make the balcony brighter.

“Aw, Tom! You didn’t need to get a cake!” You gasped as he brought it closer. It looked like it was one of your favorite types of cake too. A few pieces of fruit were surrounding the cake on the plate, all of which were fruits you liked.

“I wanted to! And it’s just a small cake. The one your family is planning to make is huge.” He responded, placing the cake down onto the outdoor table. Your eyes widened at the mention of your family making a cake.

“Oh god, not again.” You burst out into laughter. The last time your family made a cake, it was so large that there was barely a dent in it at the end of the party.

“Yeah, I’m prepared for it this time. I’m going to eat all the cake I can when they celebrate your birthday.” Tom snorted and you shook your head at him, amused.

“Alright, cake man.” You rolled your eyes playfully and motioned for him to come closer to you, “Come get your cake.” You joked and he looked shocked at your joke, before laughing with you.

“Don’t mind if I do. I didn’t expect you to start calling your ass cake after I started calling it that.” He chuckled and walked over to you.

“My ass looks good today, I couldn’t help it.” You responded and he nodded enthusiastically at your words.

“Very true. Looks great every day.” He said and wrapped his arms around your waist, lowering just slightly right before they hit your ass. You put your arms around his neck, and you both started to slow dance, swaying back and forth in the nightlight.

A new song started, and Tom grinned, “Aw, remember this one?” He spun you around and brought you back to him, then lowered his head and kissed your lips softly. “It was the song that you had sung at karaoke that made me blurt out how much I love you. The first time I said it.”

You smiled and nodded, staring up into his eyes. You could see all the love and joy in them, you almost swooned. “That was the point I really just confirmed you were the one. I could tell you actually meant it when you said it.”

His hand stroked your back up and down, “Yeah, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I wanted to say it for a while, but I thought I’d sound a bit crazy since it wasn’t long since we officially started dating.”

“You know, your brother, Harry, actually told me before that, that you were in love with me. He said he’d never saw you so lovestruck before.” You murmured, “I didn’t believe him. I thought he was just saying it to be nice.”

Tom raised his eyebrows in shock, “Oh god, when was that?” He stopped dancing at that moment, but you continued to pull him around, smiling at his expression.

“Our first Christmas with each other when we had dinner at your parents’ house. We were watching The Princess Diaries, and I went to go get more snacks and he helped me in the kitchen.” You recalled the memory, smiling as Tom shook his head.

“He’s so sneaky, but he’s good about it.” He smiled and you nodded, agreeing with him.

“Mm, yeah, he’s a good guy, even though he accidentally drove into my dad’s car that one time.” You joked, laughing as Tom started too as well.

“He’s still so sorry about that, he doesn’t trust back up cameras on cars now.” Tom laughed loudly then sighed and shook his head. He looked towards the clock inside the house, on the wall nearby and his eyebrows shot up.

“Oh! It’s almost midnight.” He pulled away and went over to the cake and lit the candle with a match he had in his pocket. You grinned happily as he excitedly walked over to you with the plate in his hands.

“Happy birthday, my love. Make a wish.” He whispered to you, after he checked the time again. You closed your eyes and blew out the candle. You opened your eyes and Tom cut a slice of cake for the two of you.

“It looks so good. Thank you, baby.” You whispered to him and kissed his cheek as you two sat down next to each other.

“You’re welcome, I love you.” He replied, yawning slightly as he took a bite of the cake. You took a bite as well, groaning in pleasure at the taste. It was delicious and you could practically melt in delight from it.

“I love you too. We should get to bed after this.” You said, snuggling into his side. He nodded in agreement and you two finished eating the slices of cake. He went and put the rest of it away to eat later and you turned the lights and music off before you two went to your bedroom.

You slipped your body under the covers on your side of the bed as Tom yawned again and got in the bed as well. He set a hand over yours and you scooted closer to him in the bed. “Goodnight baby, thank you for tonight – and tomorrow.” You smiled sleepily.

“Goodnight birthday girl.”

By the time you woke up, you could smell a delicious breakfast waiting for you in the other room. Sunlight drifted into the room from the blinds, and you stretched in the bed, shifting as you got up from the bed.

“Y/n?” Tom called out gently, walking into the room. You tiredly walked over to him and hugged him, making him chuckle and hug you back.

“Hi baby.” You whispered to him and pulled away, walking with him to the living room. One of your familiar favorite tv shows are on and you gazed at Tom with a happy expression, “You even put my favorite season on!” You gasped at that, and Tom nodded.

“Yeah, I also made us some breakfast. I made a few of your favorites.” He grinned and went over to the kitchen to start pulling out the food. He set it all on the dining room table and you walked over to see what he made. You gaped at it when you realized he really did make a few of your favorite breakfast foods. A lot of it!

“Tom! How are we going to eat all this?” You laughed, sitting down when he finished putting everything out. He sat beside you and took a sip of his tea.

“Um, I didn’t think of that – but we can save it all for the next couple days, I think!” He said, laughing. He picked up some of the food and put it on his plate, then offered to do the same for you but you shook your head.

“It’s alright, I can get it.” You responded and he pouted but nodded.

When you started to cut a pancake, he stopped you, “Wait, I’ll do that for you. I can cut it into pieces. How many pieces do you want?”

You furrowed your eyebrows once you realized he was being genuine about that, “Tom, baby, what?”

“I can cut like 4 big pieces of like normal 8 pieces – oh do you like it being cut in triangles? I can do that.” Tom rambled a little, about to cut your pancake with his fork and knife.

You started laughing silently, shaking a bit, “I’m good with cutting it on my own!”

“Eh? But it’s your birthday, I want to do everything for you, so you have the perfect day.” He explained, looking like it was a completely normal thing to say. You shook your head and set your hand over his.

“Baby, no. It’s alright. I can do it by myself. I’m not a kid.” You giggled a bit more as he looked a little bit down at your answer.

“Aw okay, well if you want anything just tell me.” He responded, putting his silverware down and squeezing your hand.

“Thank you, you’re incredibly sweet.” You mumbled to him and kissed his cheek, causing his frown to disappear.

When you were done eating a very full breakfast, you and Tom moved over to the living room, where you saw a huge box sitting in the corner of the room, with a few more gifts spread around. You gaped, “When did you do this? I was just in the living room before breakfast.”

“Oh, I did it when I put the dishes in the sink. These are just a few of the gifts right now, I’ll give you some more throughout the day!” He said happily, pleased to see your expression.

He pulled the huge box over to the couch and you started to open it with a pair of scissors, laughing when Tom started to stare at you with obvious excitement. “Ooh, what is this? I’m really confused.” You spoke up, trying to look in the box, but there was something hard you could feel.

“Open the box a little bit more, you’ll see.” He grinned widely, scooting closer to you.

Once you opened the top of the box completely, you pulled out the gift, eyes widening as you realized what it was. You pulled out a new guitar case, and you opened it up as quickly as you could, gawking at the very beautiful new guitar. You ran a hand over the wood, blinking a few times before it really kicked in that he got you a guitar!

“Wh- what?! You seriously got this?” You gasped, falling in love with the guitar instantly. It looked perfect, and you could tell it was great quality as well.

“Of course! Since you’re good at playing it, I thought maybe you’d like to have another one too.” He said sheepishly, but he looked extremely delighted to see how happy you were with the gift.

“I love it, thank you seriously. This is one of the bests gifts I’ve ever gotten.” You mumbled, still in awe of the guitar.

“Aw, yeah, you’re going to play it beautifully, I can tell.” Tom responded, brushing his hand up and down your back.

After opening a few more amazing gifts, you turned to Tom with a big smile on your face, “I think I know what to pick from your list.” You spoke up, changing the subject.

“Oh, what do you want to do?” Tom asked, shifting in his seat on the couch.

You cheekily leaned closer to him, going up to his ear and whispered, “Number one.”

His face was blank for a moment before he realized what you meant and then his expression shifted into an excited one and he moved his neck slightly to turn to face you and he brought his hand up to cup your cheek softly.

“I would very much like that too.” He whispered back and you giggled softly, closing the gap between you two with a kiss. It was firm and loving, and slowly turned a bit harder as you opened your mouth a bit and his tongue slipped against yours delicately, then messily.

He pushed himself closer to you, his other hand slipping underneath your shirt and squeezing one of your breasts before pinching softly around and on your nipple. You moaned against his lips, feeling him move closer and closer as you fell back against the couch.

He climbed on top of you, moving his hips against yours, grinding and making you gasp his name loudly when you felt something poking down there after a few more seconds. His hard on rubbed against you, and you shifted, letting it hit your clothed clit.

You moaned heavily, dragging your lips against his as you pushed your hips up to grind against his harder.

“Need more.” You panted out and he nodded, pulling away hesitantly from your lips, “Fuck,” He breathed out.

“That got hot really fast.” He continued, starting to take his shirt off. He threw it across the room, not caring where it landed. He got up and undid his pants and pushed his underwear as well. Your vision focused on his dick, and you squeezed your thighs together, feeling your underwear dampen even more. He got a condom from his pant’s pockets, rolling it onto his dick.

You took your top off, glad you weren’t wearing a bra and then you pushed your pants down, not caring that they didn’t go off your ankles as Tom climbed back over you, kissing down your neck and pinching your other nipple.

“I love you so much.” He sighed against your neck, licking, and sucking a certain spot that made you press up against him even more.

“I, ahh, I love you too.” You gasped out as his hand slipped down to your pussy, rubbing two fingers over your clit in circular movements. He hummed against your neck, moving to your mouth. He paused as he sunk one finger into your pussy, pumping in and out.

“You’re taking my fingers so good.” He whispered against your lips, pushing another in, causing you to shiver from the pleasure.

“I need you, Tom. Please, I need you in me.” You whimpered against him, chasing an orgasm.

“Ah, okay, shit, you’re going to make me finish earlier than usual because of what you’re saying.” He huffed out before he pulled his fingers out. He put them into his mouth as he pulled away from your lips, and he groaned deeply.

“Tastes so good, all the time.” He muttered and with that, he slowly pushed himself in, making you gasp loudly.

“Fuck, oh, yes, yes, Tom!” You panted, moving to push his cock into you even more. He finally was fully in, and he started to rock in and out of you slowly at first.

He pushed up against your g-spot, making you moan more, eyes squeezing shut as waves of pleasure continued to hit you faster and harder. “That’s it, keep taking me like that. You’re such a good girl.” He cried out against your neck, and his hand snuck back down to your pussy, starting to rub your clit again.

It sent you over the edge as he started to rub it in tempo with fucking you, going a little faster. Your legs wrapped around him tightened just a bit before they loosened as your orgasm hit you. “Tom, I’m coming!” You shouted and he continued his actions, groaning your name out.

“Yeah, fuck, I’m almost there too. Keep going, baby.” He cried back, and he started coming, your name falling from his lips.

“I love you, so much.” You struggled to get out.

“I love you too baby, happy birthday.” He panted back, kissing you once more.

He continued to pulse in and out until you both were breathing heavily, and when he stopped coming. He pulled himself out of you, taking the condom off as he stood up and tied it together before throwing it in the trash near the door.

“That was so good.” You sighed out, wiping your forehead to get the sweat off.

“Yeah, birthday sex is always the best.” He laughed gently as he sat next to you, pulling you up softly from the couch.

You felt a little sleepy but just being next to him, seeing him all hot and sweaty from what just happened made you want to do it again. You stood up, holding your hand out to help him stand up from the couch.

“Round two in the shower?” You winked at him, and his eyes widened, and he immediately took your hand, standing up to walk with you to the bathroom.

“You are insane, but yes please! Round two of love making!” He laughed, following you.

After finishing three more rounds, you and Tom were exhausted, laying on the bed together. It was around 5 in the afternoon now and you were checking your phone, texting back your friends and saying thank you for all the sweet birthday wishes.

“I’ve got to call my family, I’m going to put it on speaker. I know they’ll want to talk to you too.” You spoke up, shifting to put your head on his chest. He smiled gently back at you and nodded.

“I like talking with them, they’re pretty nice.” He yawned slightly.

You called your mom, who answered after the second ring. “Daughter! Hello! Happy birthday!” She shouted over the phone, and you heard some shuffling over the phone before you heard a lot of voices singing the birthday song together.

“Aw, guys. You don’t have to sing that.” You laughed as Tom started to sing happy birthday too.

“Happy Birthday to Y/n, Happy Birthday to you!” Your family sang loudly over the phone. You heard your dad add on, “And many more…”, clapping at the end. You chuckled a bit at it.

“Thanks everyone. How are you guys doing?” You spoke up, feeling Tom’s fingers going through your hair. You sighed, feeling relaxed and sleepy as he continued.

“We’re all good! How is your birthday going? We want to celebrate it next week when everyone is able to get together for some lunch!” Your mom asked.

“It’s really good, Tom surprised me with some good gifts today.” You answered and your dad gasped.

“Oh! Tom, how’s he doing?” He questioned and you gazed up at Tom to see him smiling.

“I’m doing good, sir. We’re celebrating Y/n’s birthday all day today, but we’re taking a little rest right now.” Tom responded.

“Ah, good. Are you taking her out to dinner?” Your dad asked, and you laughed slightly.

“Dad, I’m right here still.” You commented.

“Well, I still want to know. Are you romancing my daughter? Is she happy?” Your dad continued.

Tom silently chuckled, but spoke up, “Yes, she is happy! And it’s her choice if she’d like to go out to dinner. I have a few reservations saved for tonight if she does want to go out to dinner at three of her favorite restaurants.”

“Hm, that’s very thoughtful of you. Good work. Keep it up.” Your dad responded and you heard your mom sigh.

“Okay, enough of that. Send us some pictures! We’ll see you next week. Happy birthday again, sweetheart!” Your mom said goodbye and ended the call after you and Tom said goodbye.

You shifted to look up at Tom, “Did you really reserve all those restaurants? Even with the one with great burgers?”

“Yeah of course.” He nodded.

You pouted as you tried to sit up, feeling extremely sleepy. “I want to go get those burgers, but I’m so tired.” You said, stretching your arms up in the air.

“Oh, that’s okay! I can order them and have the food delivered here.” Tom responded and you grinned widely, collapsing back on the bed next to him.

“Really? This is the best day ever! We’ve got to get extra food too because we skipped lunch.” You said and he laughed, agreeing with you.

“Yeah, we got to get those chili fries too. And milkshakes.” Tom added.

The two of you ordered a bunch of food and moved over to the living room. You started to tune the guitar that he got you, still so surprised with the gift. Tom was happily watching you before he got up and moved to the kitchen to get something.

“I got you one more gift.” He spoke up, walking back to where you were. You looked up at him, wondering what it was, but you were also a bit surprised. He was giving way too many gifts!

“Baby, this better be the last gift.” You joked.

“It is! I promise. Here you go.” He handed you a small box. You looked at it and shifted it in your hands, before opening it. The box had a dark red, crushed violet feel to it, and when you opened it, you saw a stunning necklace with the letter T on it.

“Aww, Tom! This is so cute.” You were shocked and in awe of it. It was so pretty, with a few jewels on it. “Can you put it on me, please?” You asked, watching as Tom looked relieved to see you like it.

“Yeah, sure.” He delicately put it around your neck. It sat down on your neck neatly, and Tom smiled as he watched you grin happily as you looked down at it.

“I love it so much. I love you, Tom. You’ve made this day absolutely perfect.” You whispered, gazing up into his eyes.

Tom leaned down and kissed your lips gently, pulling a breath away from you, “I love you too. You deserve every great thing in life. You’ve brought me a lot of happiness and whenever I look at you, I feel like I can see the entire world in color for the first time.” He murmured sweetly to you.

“Thank you, Tom, really.” You responded.

The food arrived about thirty minutes later and you and Tom devoured it all. It was delicious, and you absolutely loved it because it was from one of your favorite restaurants. You two ate while watching another one of your favorite movies.

When you two were finished, you guys cleaned up and threw the trash away, then went over to the garden to go sit on the porch swing to watch the sunset.

“It’s so pretty tonight.” You said, loving the view. You and Tom swung softly on the bench. You were finishing up your milkshake, while Tom got himself a cup of tea.

He gazed at you as he responded, “Yeah, you always are.”

Your eyes shifted over to him, and you realized what he meant after a moment and you felt your cheeks flush slightly, “Tom…”

“Mm, just speaking the truth.” He mumbled back, enjoying your reaction as you playfully rolled your eyes at him.

“I love you. I’ll always love you.” You spoke up after a moment of silence. Tom shifted his hand into yours and squeezed.

“Love you too, birthday girl.” He replied, scooting closer to you.

“I think this is one of the best parts of the day.” You said, a smile forming on your face as you gazed at him. “Because I’ll remember each time I see the sunset that you’ve given me something so precious in life. I feel so lucky to have your love.”

Tom squeezed your hand, “And I’m lucky to have your love as well. If I could, I’d give you all you’d want in the world, just to see your smile.”

#tom holland x reader #tom holland smut #happy birthday!!#thank you for reading!

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aflame4goinghome · 7 months

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‘Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?’

d.r.w. x reader

summary: on your day off, you come across a handsome stranger at the park, reading a book. some force seems to gravitate you toward him, something that you cannot explain or control. perhaps fate?

word count: 3.5k

warnings: just some adorable meet-cute fluff for today, be prepared to be blushing and kicking your feet. smut may happen in part two if you guys enjoy this, so stay tuned xo

a/n: this idea came to me at 3 am while drifting off to sleep thinking about danny. i’m not much of a writer but i wanted to share the inspiration i had with you all. it's proofread but it might not be perfect. i hope that you enjoy it :)

You’re jolted awake by the sound of your blaring alarm clock, which was intentionally set that way in order to combat your bad habit of oversleeping. Choosing a job that required such early mornings was certainly not your preference, but it paid well and you actually quite enjoyed it. You never expected to find such joy in teaching, but starting to teach music lessons has become the best decision that you’ve ever made.

You had decided to move to Nashville 3 months ago from your hometown of Knoxville on the other side of the state, as it was still relatively close to home so you could easily go home for the holidays and visit your family. You stayed in your hometown to go to college there after high school, so these last few months have been your first experience with living on your own.

When you first moved here, you had picked up a waitressing job to pay your rent while you looked for more long-term jobs. Given that you had a bachelor’s degree in music theory, you knew that it wouldn’t be very hard to find a job that suited you in Nashville. This proved to be true, as you had found a flyer in a local coffee shop two weeks ago advertising that a music center close to your apartment was hiring a full-time guitar instructor.

Today, however, you actually got to sleep in. It’s finally the weekend and you can’t wait to finally relax and get some things done after a long first week at your new job. They had you teaching lessons from 9 am to 5 pm every day, Monday through Friday, with an hour lunch break halfway through. That isn’t typically seen as a very difficult shift, but this is the longest workday that you’ve ever had, given that you’ve only just graduated from college this past May.

You feel grateful for the opportunity to gain more work experience in your field, but you can’t deny that it’s been an exhausting first week. You plan to use your weekend off to get your errands done and have some much-deserved downtime.

You roll out of bed after scrolling on social media for a while and finally start to get ready for your day. You take a quick shower, brush your teeth, put on some makeup to make it look like you didn’t just wake up, and then tie your back into a long braid, leaving some front pieces out to frame your face. You return to your bedroom and change into some baggy jeans and a t-shirt, throw on your high-top Chuck Taylors, grab your keys, and head out for the day.

Early autumn in Nashville has proven to still be on the warmer side, but it’s just started to cool down a bit with a nice fall breeze, so you’ve been able to bring out a bit of a cozier wardrobe lately. Fall is your favorite season and you plan to take full advantage of your weekend off by spending it outside.

Your first stop for the day is your favorite coffee shop in Nashville, a little locally-owned café in Midtown. You say hello to your favorite barista and order a hot dirty chai and a chocolate croissant. You sit down at your favorite table outside and enjoy the surroundings and your coffee. After you’re finished, you decide that it’s such a nice day that it wouldn’t hurt to delay your errands in favor of a nice walk through Centennial Park. The wind is blowing lightly and it’s actually quite cool outside, so you stop by your car to grab your cardigan before heading into the park.

You walk up to the park and start walking down a beautiful, winding trail past the small lake. The wind is still blowing subtly, making tiny waves along the surface of the water. You continue, taking a deep breath as you smile to yourself about how lovely the atmosphere is.

As you approach a fork in the path and take the one on the right, you pass a small patch of grass where you find a man lounging underneath a large oak tree. He has laid out a blanket and is lying down on his side, holding himself up with one arm while reading a book.

The man is seemingly tall, which you can tell even while he is lying down just by looking at his long legs and torso. He has dark, shoulder-length curly hair and deep chestnut eyes. He’s wearing a tight, mock-neck tee and dark black jeans with rips on the knees, paired with a simple small chain around his neck and a pair of Nike blazers. You can’t help but find yourself staying to watch him read for a moment. You see him smile as something in his book makes him laugh to himself.

It feels as if something is pulling you toward him, some unknown force making you unable to look away or continue on your path. You’re unsure of what it is, but you decide that you should act on it. As you start to approach him, he notices your presence and looks up at you. He studies you for a few seconds as you near closer to him.

“Hi,” he says, smiling. “Hi,” you reply. You just look at him for a moment, unsure of what to say next that will justify your approaching him, before asking, “What are you reading?” His face lights up at the question like he had been waiting for someone to ask. It seems to be something that he’s passionate about, which interests you.

He slides his bookmark inside onto the page that he was reading, closes the book, and turns the cover toward you to show it to you. “It’s ‘As You Like It,” he says, looking up at you as you tower above him just a few feet away. “Ah, Shakespeare…” you answer awkwardly, looking down as your eyes move from him to the empty spot on the blanket next to him, “May I sit?” He nods, grinning and looking at you with a look that you can’t quite decipher.

You sit cross-legged on the blanket across from him and smile back at him. “Danny,” he says, reaching out his hand to shake yours. You take his hand and answer. “Y/N,” you reply. “I read that one not long ago,” you continue, “I really enjoyed it. The love that those two share is different from many other plays of his. I like that about it.”

“Yeah! That’s what I like about it too. There are so many plays about love at first sight but this one is different. Most of his plays portray it as only physical attraction that causes love at first sight, but Orlando’s love for Rosalind is so much more than that.” His smile has grown now, happy to be talking to someone who understands his love for this type of literature. He continues, saying “There’s a lot of plays that involve disguising oneself as the opposite sex, but in this play, it proves that their connection goes beyond the idea of physical appearance. Orlando bonds with Rosalind even when she is disguised as Ganymede because he loves more than just her beauty.” You nod your head, agreeing with him.

“What act are you in now?” you ask. “Act Three,” he says, opening the book back up and handing it to you to show you his place. “Oh, this is when it starts to get good! This is my favorite part of the play, in Act Three Scene Two.” You turn back a few pages to find the excerpt that you love, pointing to it and reading it aloud to him:

Nature presently distilled Helen’s cheek, but not her heart; Cleopatra’s majesty; Atalanta’s better part; Sad Lucretia’s modesty. Thus Rosalind of many parts by heavenly synod was devised; Of many faces, eyes, and hearts, to have the touches dearest prized. Heaven would that she these gifts should have, and I to live and die her slave.

After you finish, you look up from the book to find Danny’s eyes trained on you. You feel your cheeks flush and you know that you must be a shade of pink by now. You continue, trying not to let it get to you, saying “Orlando’s poems contain so much more meaning than any other confessions of love in other plays, in my opinion. He feels as though God himself crafted Rosalind with the best features a woman could possess, not only beauty but also a pure heart. He believes that fate has brought them together, that he is destined to be with her and will do anything for her.”

He nods in agreement and chimes in, asking “Do you believe in that kind of stuff? Fate? Destiny?” while gazing at you, looking like he’s trying to read your mind. He doesn’t need to, though. You feel compelled to be open with him, although you’re unsure why. He’s a stranger, whom you’ve just not long ago, but something makes you want to talk to him for hours.

You gaze down at your hands in your lap, fidgeting with your fingers to distract yourself from how nervous you suddenly feel. “Yeah, I think so. I try to be in tune with the universe and its intentions for me as much as I can. If I feel like it’s trying to tell me something, I’ll always listen to it.” You pause for a moment before deciding to follow through with your next thought. “That’s kind of why I’m here, actually,” you say, glancing up from your lap to look at him.

He looks slightly confused by this answer, so you continue, saying “I was just walking through the park when I saw you sitting here and, I’m not sure why, but something made me feel like I had to approach you. It was like I was led here for a reason or something like that. I know that might sound crazy…,” feeling slightly embarrassed by your confession. “No! No, not at all! I understand what you mean. I had this feeling in my chest from the second you walked up to me. Seeing you felt almost natural. Like I already knew you somehow, but I didn’t,” he reassures you. The idea still perplexed you, however. You’ve trusted the universe every time before, but you still can’t place why it wanted you to come and talk to Danny.

“Do you?” you ask, meeting his eyes with yours, “Y’know, believe in fate and all that stuff?” He smiles, “Yes, I do. I like the idea of being able to trust that there’s someone out there that’s meant for me. It might be a bit silly or naïve, but it’s comforting for me. I think that when you find that person, you just… know.”

There’s some comfortable silence for a moment as you start to study his face. Danny truly was beautiful. His face was sun-kissed, his cheeks peppered with freckles, and a smile that could brighten up a whole room. You’re lost in thought as he breaks the silence. “What do you think the reason is?” he asks, slightly bashfully. “Why do you think the universe pulled you over to me?” He looks at you longingly, as though your answer will be life or death. You’re not sure what to say, but you try to answer him, nonetheless.

“I’m not sure,” you start. “I think that’s for us to decide. Fate is a force that holds us all together, but it can’t answer everything. I do know that I’m really happy I listened… What do you think?” You blush slightly after you finish and then look at him, waiting for his answer. You’re not sure what you’re expecting, but you have a feeling of hope in your chest.

“I think…” he says, tucking some of your hair that’s fallen out of your braid behind your ear, “that the universe decided to introduce me to an intelligent and breathtakingly beautiful girl.” He brings his hand down from your hair and places his hand on your knee, stroking his thumb ever so slightly intermittently. “And I think that I’d be an idiot to not take that as some sort of sign.”

You look up at him and smile, feeling flattered by his honesty. You place your hand on top of his, in the same spot on your knee. “I think so too,” you say. He takes your hand in his and brings it up to his mouth, softly kissing your knuckles. You sit there in silence once again, with an aura of contentment filling it.

He speaks again, still holding your hand in his. “This really made my day, in more ways than one. I’ve never had anyone to talk about Shakespeare with before. As much as I love my friends and enjoy talking to them about our common interests, like music, they all think that Shakespeare is boring. But Sam hasn’t opened a single book since we graduated high school, Josh only reads books on meditation, and all Jake ever wants to read is pirate novels, so what the hell do they know anyway?” he says, laughing to himself about the joke he just made. His laughter makes you smile wide.

“Well, I’m glad I could help. It’s been great talking to you. I’m gonna be honest, I haven’t really made any friends since moving here three months ago, so this felt nice. Since July, the only people I’ve talked to are the barista at the coffee shop down the road, my mailman, and my mom on Facetime.” You laugh to yourself, realizing how pathetic that might sound after saying it out loud.

He doesn’t care, though, and says “Hey, that’s okay! If I hadn’t moved here with my buddies, I’m sure it would’ve taken me a while to make some friends too. I lucked out there. You just have to put yourself out there, like you did today. Now you can say that you have one friend in Nashville.” This made you feel a bit better.

“So, friend, tell me about yourself. What brought you to Nashville?” he asks. You smile at the way he says “friend;” his charm is certainly not lost on you. You’re sitting closer now, unintentionally. Ever since Danny had made the first move to touch you, all bets were off and you practically melted into his touch.

Your knees fell on top of his legs as he held your hand, rubbing slow circles on the top of it. “Well, I just graduated from the University of Tennessee in Knoxville this past May. I studied music theory, so I thought that Nashville would be the perfect place for me. So far, it seems like it is. So I think I’m finally starting to find my way.” He smiles at you; it seems like something you said struck a chord with him.

“A music lover? Another thing we seem to have in common. Do you play any instruments?” he asks. “Yeah, I play guitar the most, I just started a job teaching guitar lessons to kids. I also sometimes play piano, but I’m not as good at it,” you laugh. He replies, “That’s fantastic. I play guitar too, but I mostly stick to the drums. I can play a bit of piano as well, but not nearly as well as my best friend Sam. He’s a fucking prodigy.” He smiles at that statement; he clearly admires his best friend a lot. “We’ll have to take more about guitar, then. I’d love to show you my baby,” you say with a smile. “How about you, Mr. Mystery? What are you doing in Nashville?”

“Well, I grew up in Michigan, not far from Detroit. I met my friends while in school: Sam, Josh, and Jake. They’re brothers, Josh and Jake are twins, two years older than me, and Sam and I were in the same year. Sam has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. They’re all practically brothers to me,” he says. You can tell how much he cares for them by the way he talks about them, making you want to meet them someday.

“They always liked to make music, especially Jake, but one day in high school they asked me to play the drums in their band. I really didn’t think we would take off the way we did, but somehow our local gigs became bigger ones, then they turned into opening gigs, our EP won a Grammy and the rest is history. We stayed in Michigan for a while and we tried LA, but a few years ago we decided on Nash and we’ve been here ever since.”

You’re completely in awe. What are the chances that you’d stumble upon a handsome rockstar while on your walk through the park? It really shouldn’t surprise you; now that you think about it, he very much gave off the cool rockstar vibe. “So, what, are you like, famous?” you say with a smirk, teasing him a bit. You can tell that the confession made him nervous, unsure of what you might think of him after finding out what he does for a living.

“Maybe I am,” he answers, dripping in charm once again. “Well, rockstar, if you’re so famous, then what are you doing here, reading Shakespeare in a park and talking to a nobody like me on a Saturday afternoon?” This makes him laugh, which was your goal. Despite only having just met him, you want him to feel comfortable with you. “We’re on a break in our tour right now before our European leg, so I’m just trying to enjoy the downtime while I still can,” he explains. There’s some comfortable silence once again.

“Do you wanna know my favorite line from As You Like It?” Danny asks. You nod, and he continues. “Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?” He looks at you with what you think is a spark of desire in his eyes, though you shake that thought off immediately. You giggle and ask, “And why is that?”

“Because it reinforces the idea of fate. She’s saying that the truest kind of love is love at first sight. And I think I’m starting to understand why,” he says, leaning in toward you a little more and donning a smirk that makes you feel like you could just melt into a puddle right there. “Yeah, I think I understand too…” you reply.

He looks into your eyes and you stare back into the glow of his, almost amber in the light of the sun. I could stay here forever, you think to yourself. He shifts his gaze from your eyes down to your lips, then returns his eyes to you and asks, “Can I kiss you?” You nod and his hand cups your cheek, finally leaning in to close the space between you.

His lips are soft and warm, making you feel safe. The kiss is soft at first, you can feel the amount of love and kindness that his soul emits as if he’s passing it over to you and soothing any anxiety you might feel. You place your hand on the back of his head, deepening the kiss. You can feel the lust and passion flowing out of him through you, making you start to feel slightly light-headed. It was unlike any kiss you’d ever experienced before.

Danny pulls away from the kiss and caresses your cheek, holding his forehead to yours. “You are… everything I’ve been waiting for,” he says. You smile, running your fingers through his curls. You’re in awe of how beautiful he truly is. Destiny had been kind to you, it seems. You can already feel as though you were fated to meet here, today.

He looks up to see the impending sunset and checks his watch, realizing that the two of you had been sitting there talking much longer than he had thought. You watch him as he stands up and reaches out his hand to help you up. He picks up the blanket and folds it over itself a few times then tucks it under his arm.

He cups both of your cheeks with his hands and places another small peck on your lips, smiles, and says “Can I take you out? Tonight?” You laugh, “Hmm, let me check my schedule…” you joke, knowing that you have nowhere else to be, but still wanting to keep him on his toes. I guess my errands will have to wait, you think to yourself.

You both start to head out of the park toward where you parked your car, as he takes your hand in his and squeezes it tight. “Oh, shut up, you know you want nothing more than for me to take you out to dinner,” he jokes back, laughing. “You might be right,” you say, “And I might want more than just dinner…” You look up at him with a smirk, and he looks back at you with that look of lust that you’ve already seemed to make yourself familiar with.

It’s going to be a long night, isn’t it?

The End

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silvershiningtarot · 1 year

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👶🏽👼🏾18+ PAC 👼🏾👼🏾👶🏽Channeled Message From Your Kids👼🏾💋

👼🏾Take a Deep Breath and Take five second to inhale and Exhale. I hope it Brings you clarity and comfort to yourself and babies from the universe. Remember this is a GENERAL READING! Take what resonate and leave the rest.

Pile1: Your Kids or Kid wanna send you a message through me so I hope you enjoy it as much I did.

“Hello Mommy

I just wanna say how beautiful you are, the way you smile makes me happy. I love it when you are having a good day mommy. Can I ask you something? Are you ready to be a family with me? I’m already born with you. Tell me all the stories about how you met Daddy, all the vacations you went to and the way you grew up in your home life. I wanna experience everything with you mommy. I wish that I was there right now, hug you and kiss you on the cheek. So you can tickle me while I’m laughing. Seeing you laugh mommy is amazing. Can you sing a lullaby song so I can go to sleep? Can you come to bed with me? I wanna grow up just like you. Lol 😂 I have so many dreams and goals I wanna share with you mommy. I’m so happy you are my mommy. Because you are the best mom in the world to me. I know that you haven’t been okay but I hope I brighten your day. Even though I’m not here yet with you, I can always say to you that you are already the best mom in the world. You always guide me just like I’m guiding me through life that you are ready to bring me soon. Pick up your crown 👑 mommy, you deserve it. It’s yours. No matter what, don't let your crown fall any more. I love you so much, I feel your love ❤️ in you mom. I can feel your energy within you. It’s rushing through me. Thanks 😊. I can’t wait to talk to Dad about this soon. I can’t wait to have the adventures. Even when I do something bad I can’t wait for you to yell at me and tell me that’s wrong. I’ll use my baby face and say sorry haha 😂.. I love you mommy. You always have the light within you, don’t lose it mommy. I will love you forever and ever ♾️”

Pile 2:

“kiss kiss 💋 Mommy. Do you like my drawing that I drew for you today?. I’ve made you a present 🎁. I hope that you do. Awe 🫢 mom don’t cry 😢, those tears shouldn’t run down those cheeks beside I can draw you another one. Mom, you need to relax yourself. You’ve been too hard on yourself lately, why don’t you just relax yourself today. Let’s watch a movie together, can we please. Or we can play a game. Do you need anything mommy? You’re my best friend , you know that right. I see how much love you give to me. Even when I get on your nerves sometimes. Well how about this, this time can I read you a story. Mommy I’ve been thinking, why don’t you put on some music and we can dance around. I love it when you are a happy mommy. Because it makes me happy, don’t you feel the same way? Mommy can you tuck me into bed. Give me a goodnight kiss 😘. I love you so much mommy, I can’t wait for you share stories with me, I can’t wait to hug 🫂, laugh with you and act all foolish with you mommy. Love ❤️ you mommy. I can hear you when you are asleep. I’m watching over you until I come home to you again.”

Pile 3:

“Oooh, I’m so excited we're gonna have another baby. Cool, Am I going to have a baby brother or sister? Can I tell you something mommy? I hope this brightens up your day. I miss you mommy. I’m so excited to be a family with you. Tell me the stories of how I came to be. Haha 😂 I’ll keep a secret mommy. It seems like I can tell you anything in the world. Thank you so much for being my inspiration and being my mom. I feel like it’s a boy this time. We are having another boy. I’m excited to have another boy. Are you excited? I can’t wait for you to help me with my homework. Saying girls or guys they got the cooties. I realize that mommy 🤭. I know that you’ve been having a hard time today but that’s okay. I hope this letter brings you so much happiness and joy from your son. I wonder, What kind of name would you give me? I’ve been really curious about something, but I’ve been watching over you and daddy too. Daddy has a big forehead 😂😂🤭. It looks like a football field. Haha 😂 sorry for being mean to daddy, it's love. But anyways I love you mommy. I know you love me, I know you don’t know me yet but I know of you and daddy too. Thank you for talking to me. I just wanted to share this message with you because I love you 💕 forever mommy, you're my greatest friend in the world and inside and out you are an amazing mommy.”

Pile 4:

“Peek a boo Mommy I see you, 🤭🤭. Wanna play a game with me mommy. I know you are worried about me. I just wanna tell you no need to worry I’m okay mama. Kiss kiss 💋 you’ve been through a lot in your life, I’ve seen it before I’ve always been watching you even when you were young like me. Whenever you see that one brightest star ⭐️ that’s me shining my light on you mommy. That’s my gift to you. The universe wanted me to tell you that I’m your son and daughter talking to you. I know both of us, just know that I’m protecting my sister here. Soon as we come into this world together. I know we’ll be a happy family together forever, even when we don’t get along sometimes but it’ll never change between us mommy. I can’t wait to go shopping with you, picking out my favorite toys and clothes and my own room too. Drawing on the walls and coloring books. I wanna dance with you on stage and sing along with you mommy. I’ll beat up daddy for you whenever he’s driving you crazy. Haha 😂 Mommy I sent you messages. I feel like I’ve been ignored or you have been ignoring me mommy. I don’t like that it makes me cry. But don’t worry, I hope my message this time brightens up your day today mommy. Whenever you see the stars, drawing or a sign. Think of me mommy, that’s me communicating with you. I just wanna be in your arms right now mommy. I don’t like it when you don’t want to talk about things. Makes me sad 😔 when you cry 😢 or whoever your feeling down, even daddy too. I feel it when both of you are down. I’m proud to be your kid. I’m forever your kid from the stars and always being looked after because of you. Mommy close your eyes. Peek a boo, I see you haha 😂. I love you mommy. Forever grateful to you. Don’t worry I’m saved because you are safe. Your love and energy keeps me safe and alive. Whenever you stress mommy, I’m stressed. Try to sleep for me, I know you’ll take care of me. Just like I’ll take care of you even when I grow up.”

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calico-cat-jm · 9 months

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TO JIMIN. ♡

ㅡ supportive messages in korean w/ english translation. you can use them on weverse, twitter, vlive, instagram, soundcloud, naver or the platform of your choice. made by @iesbjimin

💌SWEET PHRASES:

1. jimin, no matter the circumstances, i'll always be with you. i respect and love you a lot because you are the best person in this world. thank you for being my inspiration in life ♡

ㅡ 지민아, 어떤 상황에서도 난 항상 너와 함께 할 거야. 난 네가 이 세상에서 가장 좋은 사람이기 때문에 널 많이 존경하고 사랑해. 내 인생에 영감이 되어줘서 고마워 ♡

2. even if i'm struggling i keep making efforts to be happy because i know there is a person in Korea, in the city of Seoul, who understands me. every time i think about that i feel protected and loved. you are my comfort, thank you a lot jimin ♡

ㅡ 비록 내가 힘들지라도, 나는 행복해지려고 계속 노력한다. 왜냐하면 나는 한국에, 서울에, 나를 이해해 주는 단 한 사람이 있다는 것을 알기 때문이다. 내가 그것에 대해 생각할 때마다 나는 보호받고 사랑받는다고 느낀다. 너는 나의 위안이야, 정말 고마워 지민아. ♡

3. jimin please eat well and don't overwork yourself, your happiness and well being makes us happy so please take good care of your health

지민아 밥 잘 챙겨먹고 과로하지 말아줘요ㅡ 지민이가 행복하고 잘 지내는 게 곧 아미의 행복이니까! 지민이 건강 잘 돌봐야해요

4. thank you for coming into my life. you mean more to me than you'll ever know

ㅡ 지민이를 알게 해줘서 고마워요. 지민이가 저에게 얼마나 큰 의미인지 지민이는 절대 모를거예요

5. you are the most beautiful star in the entire galaxy.

ㅡ 당신은 전체 은하계에서 가장 아름다운 별입니다

6. jiminie your voice is so unique and calms me when i need comfort

ㅡ 지민이 목소리 넘나 특이하고 위로가 필

7. the moments with our jimin singing are so happy

ㅡ 우리 지민이 노래와 함께하는 순간들은 참 행복해요

8. healing while listening to jimin songs today

ㅡ 오늘도 지민이 노래 들으며 힐링

9. you deserve all the happiness in the world

ㅡ 당신은 세상의 모든 행복을받을 자격이 있습니다

10. your health and happiness are most important to us

ㅡ 너의 건강과 행복이 우리에게는제일 중요해요

11. we are so proud of you, jimin. your voice is heavenly and brings me joy every time. my life is happier knowing that you exist and understand me no matter what.

ㅡ 우리는 네가 정말 자랑스러워, 지민아. 당신의 목소리는 천상이고 매번 나에게 기쁨을 줍니다. 당신이 존재하고 무슨 일이 있어도 나를 이해한다는 것을 알기에 내 삶은 더 행복합니다.

12. jimin, i am immensely proud of your first solo project. you did it so well, it really touched my heart. thank you for always bringing me comfort and happiness. i love you more than love.

ㅡ 지민아, 나는 너의 첫 솔로 프로젝트가 매우 자랑스러워. 너무 잘해줘서 정말 감동이야. 항상 위로와 행복을 가져다줘서 고마워. 나는 사랑보다 너를 더 사랑한다.

13. when i see you smiling brightly, i'm going to forget all my struggles, thank you always and thank you again

ㅡ 환하게 웃는 너를 마주할때면, 지금의 나의 힘듬을 다 잊어버리게 돼, 너에게 항상 고맙고 또 감사해

14. your fans are looking forward to your solo works! we will give lots of love as soon as you release it!

ㅡ 팬들이 솔로곡 기대하고 있어요! 발매하자마자 사랑폭격예정!ㅋㅋ

15. jimin i want to meet you at the concert

ㅡ 지민이를 하루 빨리 콘서트장에서 만나고 싶어.

16. i hope you have a great day! you mean the world to me

ㅡ 좋을날이돼길바래요! 당신은 저한테 세상이에요.

17. jimin we are always proud to call you our singer

ㅡ 지민아 네가 우리 가수여서 너무 자랑스러워

18. our jimin is happy, and i will be happy too

ㅡ 우리 지민이 행복하고, 나도 행복할게

19. our jimin is the coolest person in the world

ㅡ 세상에서 젤멋쮠 우리지민이~

20. i love you yesterday, today, tomorrow and forever.

ㅡ 어제도 오늘도 내일도 앞으로도 영원히 사랑해.

21. thank you so much jimin for making a pretty song and singing it with a pretty voice

ㅡ 예쁜 노래 만들어서 예쁜 목소리로 불러준 지민이가 너무 고마워요

22. my very precious jimin, let's be together for a long time

ㅡ 너무나도 소중한 나의 지민아, 오래오래 함께하자

#bts jimin #jimin #bts #park jimin #pjm

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ninacytosis · 3 months

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For the time lost

Summary: Zuko wants to erase every reminder of his past mistakes, and Katara will take him on a journey to, quite literally, heal both of their scarrings.

Contains: Angst, Fluff, Katara has burns scars from Aang's first attempts to firebend, Katara tries to get over her resentment towards the FN, Zuko doesn't hate Azula.

Dear reader: I hope you enjoy it! <3 Let me know if you want me to continue posting.

Find chapter two here.

Also if you prefer reading in ao3 here's the link.

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Chapter One

“Dear Zuko:

I hope this letter finds you well. Since you didn’t respond to my messages from the previous weeks, I couldn’t help but do a little investigation on my own. Aang told me he last visited the Fire Nation a couple of days ago, and to his surprise, you weren’t there. Honestly, this got me even more curious. What are you up to, Fire Lord? What juicy secret are you keeping from us?

Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that my dad made some octo-fish soup this weekend. I bet you have never tried it, well, maybe on your finding-the-avatar days you stopped by and tried. But that doesn’t seem like you. One day Sokka and I will cook you some, but only if you tell me why you’re being so distant lately!

We’re always here for you, Zuko.

Hugs,

Katara”

Zuko read the letter while waiting for the water to boil. He had never heard of octo-fish soup to this day, but he wasn’t opposed to trying new dishes. In fact, most of his favorite dishes weren’t even from the Fire Nation. After trying the Omashu noodles, who could blame him?

“Dear Katara,

I hope you enjoyed that soup and the company of your family. Knowing that you spend good quality time with your family brings me so much joy and relief because all of you deserve it. I hope that every good memory makes up for every bad one, though unfortunately, healing doesn’t work like an exchange, does it?

As the Fire Lord, certain duties demand my presence in the other nations. So, as much as I wish my lack of responses were due to a secret vacation of mine, they are more like business trips. Might as well call me the Fire Businessman now. (Don’t let anyone read this to Toph because she most certainly will call me that.)

It was nice hearing from you. Send as many letters as you please. Even if I’m not home, I’ll promise I’ll read them. By the way, how are your little waterbenders doing? I’m sure it was harder to handle Aang, you know, back in our teaching-the-Avatar days.

Best,

Zuko”

He sat down and frowned at the piece of paper. It’s not that he wanted to hide things from her, or his friends. But it was almost embarrassing to write and send a letter describing his last weeks. It was a path of emotions he was unready to walk through. She would probably forget it in a couple of weeks anyway, and then he would be able to tell her everything.

“Dear Zuko,

Or should I say, Dear Fire Liar?

Even though I don’t have a lot of time in my hands, I still managed to get some information about your mysterious “business” trips. Sokka’s been of great help, for once, and a little bird told him that people from the Northern Water Tribe have spotted you in very weird places. But being honest, I still don’t know what is it that you’re hiding so hard. You got yourself an Ice Lady?

On another note, it’s very exciting to see both of the Nations exchanging goods and, you know, not trying to slit each other’s throats. I always wanted the war to end of course, but it was very hard to imagine a future so full of prosperity. It’s hard to grasp sometimes.

I hope I’m not getting overly emotional but it makes me think about my mom a lot. She never lived in a world without war in it, isn’t that fucked up? Some days I feel a strange guilt running through my body because I get to move on and she will always stay there. This seems like I’m getting all over the place. I don’t usually say this stuff to anybody, but I know you would get it. And today seems like a good day for letting it all out.

When I’m down, I like to think that she sees the world through the eyes of Sokka, or dad’s, or even mine. It’s silly, I know. But it makes me feel closer to her.

Well, enough about me. Tell me more about your trips, about your uncle’s new place. I’m dying to know. Maybe next time you should try doing business in the Southern Water Tribe and pay us a visit. We all miss you!

Hugs,

Katara”

Zuko took a long breath. No amount of tea would cure the unmeasurable shame that he felt reading Katara’s letter. He knew how empathetic she was, and how much he loved her family, and he could never forgive himself for what his family did to the world. Every day he looked at himself in the mirror and was reminded of a past he could never erase, his face became no longer his once his dad put his palm on it.

His sudden state made him forget about Katara’s little quest. He was not only full of shame but also full of passion to help others. Every reminiscent of the war also reminded him of the resilience of people during difficult times. And every time Katara changed the subject, Zuko needed to excruciatingly tell her how much her strength motivated him to be better. And after writing that letter, he decided it was time to invite her to the palace.

#atla #zutara #zutara fanfiction #zuko x katara #it's my first fanfic pls be kind :)#also i'm not a native english speaker so plsss forgive me if the dialogue sounds unnatural #or if the grammar feels off #FTL :)

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hueningshaped · 2 years

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★ through the dark | c.yj

▰ genre: comfort, fluff, tinge of angst

▰ word count: 3.2k

▰ synopsis / request: you have many fears and worries for the future but best friend yeonjun is there to help + platonic friendship where yj may or may not love you as more but he still he loves you nonetheless

warnings: lots of self-deprecation, lots of fears and insecurities shared, use of baby + love + angel from yj, thunderstorms (yn is always crying in every single one of my stories haha whoops)

a/n: HI <3 ANON 🥺 you deserve the entire universe and MORE! ur so kind and sweet and i hope ur hard work will be recognized ^^ also my yns are always crybabies so i’m deeply apologetic about that and also i typed this all lowercase not sure why but that’s the style for this

most people enjoy rainy days. they find comfort in the way it falls on earth and evaporates, even in the way the smell lingers long afterwards. some even fall soundly asleep to thunder and the flickering of lightning. you could say the same, but not today.

the sun and its vitamin d could have made your mood significantly better, but you realize it still wouldn’t have fixed whatever else you were feeling. you couldn’t even bring it to words, which is why you’d stayed silent the entire day, or rather since you last spent time with yeonjun, who was one of your, if not your closest, friend.

an indecipherable feeling, or rather, feelings, has been weighing tons on your shoulder these days without the distraction of your dear friend. but, today it has been wrapping itself around your clarity like a boa constrictor. it is bad enough that as days roll by, the monotonous routine of every day is fulfilled endlessly, even if this is your path to forming the career that you were to eventually take. just the thought of your career, of the future, makes your heart quake in your chest and your blood pound in your ears, like it’ll just give out one day against your tense yet fatigued body.

it seems like everyday has become more and more disheartening to live and wake in. you cannot even bear admitting it, even though you live in your head with all these raging thoughts. this is also why you can’t bear to bring it up and tarnish the days you were distracted, the ones where you are temporarily uplifted by your best friend, yeonjun. days with him by your side, with your mind and body occupied by joy, ward off enough of the overwhelming feelings you have.

today, however, is unexpected. days like today where you’re barely making it by with the weight of everything, literally everything, crushing you are ones where it is ensured that you’re but a star that is to crash and burn.

without so much as looking at your phone, as you do your best to peddle to your home, trembling and growing weaker with every step. artificial adrenaline runs through your veins and has your chest heaving in breaths that run faster little by little. the dismal weather of a murky, thundering rain shower surprisingly makes you feel worse, even if you enjoy the rain.

work was okay, you try to calm yourself down with a rundown in your thoughts. it was okay, it was okay, everything is fine, and you can keep going.

your school advisor had emailed you a rundown of which classes you still need and also asked what exactly you still wanted. this conversation took endless little paths of questions you couldn’t answer. but, every time you blink, you only see your shaking hands each time you’re put in a position where you’re asked about what you want to do with life, and it’s reality when you open your eyes. it is a nightmare. why is the world impatient and demanding and why is it so difficult for you to measure up?

despite the daily test of endurance that it is when you go home, walk the walk, you find it all the more challenging when you finally push through your door after unlocking it, your movements are clumsy and curt, you expect nothing more than silence for you to fill with whatever is unfurling in your chest.

the television is blaring and much of your lights are on. you catch that beautiful speck of a birthmark passing through as yeonjun makes his way towards you.

you see him before you hear him. his bright figure and warm smile saunters his way over to you as your shoulder drops your bag. he’s dressed for a nice day out regardless of the gloomy weather, and his piercings ring sweetly in the air just like that dazzling smile on his thick lips. that’s your best friend, alright. and of course, he managed to get into your place before you did. this wasn’t new to you, and as much as his presence is comforting, you’re convinced that this is the last thing he needs, or either of you need.

“hey, silly! how come you didn’t answer my texts! i told you to bring my favorite ramen from the store on your way and a little something extra for the marathon tonight! almost thought you bailed on me. imagine the heartbreak i would have felt, huh!”

he sulks a little. while you toe your shoes off with your back to him, you rub your eyes hastily with the backs of your palm, anything to dissipate the watery film threatening to overflow.

“as if i’d bail you at my own house,” your voice is hoarse, shaky, but you refract your tone enough that he doesn’t suspect (enough). “and what-uh what marathon are you talking about?”

“well, since the new season to stranger things came out, we said we were going to rewatch the whole thing, remember?” he follows closely behind you while slurring his words together the way he always does. you do your best to get him off your back as he tries to jog your memory no matter where you go until you stop.

the tension in your body is binding your emotions further and it only fuels the hurt from today and every other day. this is the last thing you need: trying to get space in your own home. it feels like a joke; you feel like a joke. the muscles in your face wobble from how weak they feel.

“come on, now beautiful,” your mouth draws further into a frown as he moves around from behind you. “let me get a look at those eyes i’ve been waiting to look into all week— oh… oh, y/n,” his voice drops now that his eyes catch your face, intaking all that he can see, as you try to hide from him, feeling so dramatic but so overwhelmed.

“hey,” his tone lowers, clicking his tongue already worried. you wince at being so vulnerable and having to show your weaknesses, which, you felt were already so exposed. sometimes the contrast between you and him makes you wonder why yeonjun stays by your side, why he sticks to you, cares for you, even if you are worlds apart in having it together. how he has the patience for you, or how he–

you bite down the cry building up in your throat, keeping your head down and trying to walk past him, but he knows better. “what’s wrong? are you alright?”

“what,” you gulp between breaths struggling to maintain a decent facade, but it’s all pointless. not when yeonjun knows you like the back of his hand, understands the cues of your emotions, and holds as much sympathy in his heart as the earth holds water. his instinct, especially when it comes to his loved ones, will always be to look out for them. your voice breaks when you try with an incredulous, “i’m fine! i swear!”

you bypass his attempt to keep you put when you speed to your bedroom, collapsing into your bed.

yeonjun blinks a few times in shock before chasing after you, guilt seeping into his mind as he knows he should give you your space but his innate concern takes manually and he finds himself joining you in your bedroom.

it’s dark, but he finds your back to him as you sit atop the covers of your unmade bed. whenever the two of you do hang out, it would be at his place or out in public; in fact, it’s been a while since he’s come over. he curses himself for not noticing and taking action.

he knocks so as not to startle you, and with each step he takes, his mind rattles an idea of how to best attempt to comfort you but he doesn’t even know what the issue is. all he knows is you’re in pain, and his heart aches. you hardly move a muscle, he notes.

yeonjun takes a seat beside you, watching you carefully with his concern showing on his face as it is his own heart on his sleeve.

his vision lapses in blurriness. he curbs the urge to just grab you by placing his palm over the backside of yours.

“i know i ruined our plans and i know i’m acting like a child–”

“hey, don’t worry about that, love, no you didn’t. that’s not even close to the truth,” he hushes. his voice in any width or measure has a rich texture that calms you. your mouth curves into a frown and you swallow hard. “come on, baby. what’s wrong?”

his heart rate picks up at the sudden anxiety he feels, internally panicking over the awkward lilt in his voice, unsure of how to best assess the situation, even unqualified to comfort his best friend who sits beside him so broken. he shuts his eyes in minor pain of the situation but then is brought back to reality when you surprisingly reply.

“i don’t even know where to start,” your voice trembles. your chest feels so tight and your body is so tense it seems that there is no end in sight, but the sensations of yeonjun’s hand moving to your back breathe color into the monochrome world of dread that is wrought by your worries. “there’s too much that’s wrong.”

“there’s never too much that’s wrong. there’s never a situation that can’t be fixed, y/n,” he tries with a hopeful tone, ducking his head to try and reach your level but your gaze is too fixed to the ground.

“no, yeonjun,” you whisper and move to look at him. “i’m scared. i’m so so scared. my god, you have no idea how scared i am.”

the tears that have been itching for release finally cave and your breaths are airy but broken.

“i’m sorry, angel. but, of what, y/n?” he gasps before cupping your face with his hand and wiping the few tears he can catch with his thumb. you lean into his touch, eyes shut. “what’s got you this scared, hm?”

he doesn’t press, letting you speak when you’re ready but he makes it known to you that he’s here for you by rubbing your knee in comforting motions.

“well, uh,” you sniffle once you’ve gathered the strength to speak. “maybe you won’t understand because you’ve…you’ve got your life together, but i just don’t think i’m gonna make it.”

his eyes sting with the prospect of your words but he bites his lip to keep going.

“what do you mean?”

“well, you know i’m not the brightest person, jun,” your tone is so bitter and cynical even if the pain is glistened in your eyes. “i don’t see myself getting far in life. i don’t have much of a future, and even someone as dumb as me can see that.”

your bottom lip wobbles but you shake your head while wiping some tears with your hand haphazardly.

“woah, woah, y/n,” he takes your face in his hands. yeonjun moves his sleeve over his thumb to dab at your tear stained cheeks. “that’s not true at all! god, i wish you knew how smart you are. to me, you’re so brilliant and passionate that sometimes i don’t know even where you find it. are you kidding me?”

you duck your head down and yeonjun sucks in a breath, feeling like he misspoke.

“don’t lie,” your tone is so untrusting that he can’t help but feel hurt but he brushes it off to return to the matter at hand.

“i’m not lying!”

you still can’t help but cry a little louder because even now as you explain, those worries and insecurities still have a hold on you that you can’t even shake it. yeonjun pouts and wraps you in his arms, holding the back of your head gently.

“i’m so overwhelmed with school and-and work, and even now that i struggle, i just don’t understand how i’d possibly get by in the future and it scares me. it’s just classes, i don’t learn anything, and how can i possibly hope to be any success when i don’t know anything?

everyone our age has their life together, like-like you, and yet i’m just—“

it becomes too difficult to finish, so yeonjun just let your cliff of a sentence transition into a drop off of little sobs. he kisses your temple and rubs up and down on your back, whispering sweet nothings.

after a while, your breaths even out and you quiet down significantly, and then, your best friend pulls away with his hands on your shoulders. his eyes are watery, but somehow he gives the most reassuring smile. so beautiful and warm.

“let me tell you something, y/n,” he whispers, wagging his head to rhythm of your name. the dimness of the room forms a shadow to adorn his ruddy face. as charming as ever. “all your fears and worries are valid and normal. i don’t even have my life together, and i get overwhelmed. hell, we all get overwhelmed, baby, but that is okay. everything will be okay. i promise you, everything will work out.”

you were still pouting and he chuckled wryly at your obvious disagreement.

“sorry if you don’t believe what i say, but take it from me! i’m just…” he sighs. “i’m right, alright? i hate seeing you upset. there’s a storm brewing behind those eyes of yours where there should be clear skies. i can’t imagine how hard things have been for you, even what you haven’t mentioned. but i think, no i know, it doesn’t help that you’re too hard on yourself. i’ve wondered for so long why you don’t give yourself the credit you deserve when you’re the smartest cookie i know. i don’t know why you call yourself dumb because that’s not true at all.” tears were free falling from your eyes and his, at this point.

“school just sucks. that can’t be helped. it’s hard for everyone i promise you. what we can do is take each a day at a time. you keep working hard. you keep learning. you keep breathing. you use the skills that you already have and make ‘em better because that’s how progress works,” yeonjun chuckles his little curt laugh and locks eyes with you, leaning in close as if you’re unable to hear even though his words are all you can hear besides your heartbeat. “you’ve always done well, y/n, and you’ve always been enough. there’s no timeline for life, baby. without a doubt, you’re going to make it especially with what you know so far. there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

the flash of lightning comes but the thunder doesn’t follow. rain has long been staining your windows and the world outside, and even though it had helped drag your mood through the mud, your head didn’t feel as turbulent as it did earlier.

“and you’re crying again, aw i’m sorry, baby!” he sulked but you shook your head and brought him in for a hug which he reciprocated very enthusiastically. the next few minutes were spent with you two hugging and sniffling. arguably, it is gross that you both sniffle a lot and have to run to get tissues to combat the snot and wetness on your faces, but you both giggle afterwards.

the night resumes with a trip to the convenience store even if it stormed nonstop.

you’re in the middle of season 1 of the show when you sit up from lying your head on his chest. he stirs at that. it’s been an hour or so since you both finished snacking and crying. before that, there had been an hour of showers since you both got soaked to the bone during the run through the rain.

you both had dozed off it seems, considering that you don’t remember this part. your cheeks are still wet. the day still weighed on you; it had weathered you and done its damage in eroding you into exhaustion.

though hooded from just waking up, his eyes find yours and that’s when his smile elongates.

“hi, angel,” his voice is raspy. he cups your cheek. you smile uneasily, something still on your mind. and just like the best friend he is, he knows.

“hey,” you reply with a murmur.

“you’ve got something on your mind, hm?”

it takes a while for you to search the words and assemble them in an appropriate way.

“i don’t know how to show the gratitude or pay you back for the things you said to me today,” you were working yourself up again. yeonjun notices and turns his body to face you properly, holding your hands in his to curl against his chest. full of warmth and brushing against your knuckles every time he would inhale. “i don’t want you to think i took your words for granted because i’m — thank you. thank you for being so nice to me like always. i feel like you do all the work in this friendship and i offer nothing. i just wonder why…”

“why what?” his breath tickles since he’s so close to you.

“what do you see in me?”

there was a lot more to your question that you let on, but perceptive yeonjun catches on always.

as for what goes on in his head, yeonjun is unsure of what exactly to say. you are his entire world. you are everything to him. he sees you in everything, and he sees everything in you. he sees his past, present, and future. sometimes he’s unsure of whether to reveal the way he mistakes what kind of love he feels.

so he settles for—

“i see my beautiful best friend with those eyes i could never resist,” his stomach flips at the touched look blossoming on your face. “in all seriousness, love, all that i said earlier — that’s all just facts. i see someone so passionate and strong, who has always been more than capable of getting far into their own future, who has the biggest heart i’ve ever known, who has no reason to be afraid, who will always measure up, who works so hard but devastatingly gets scraps from the world, but most importantly, i see someone who i love.”

your sniffles are practically snivels as you place your face in your palm. yeonjun just chuckles fondly and reaches a hand behind your to push your face into his neck.

“i’d cry, too, if someone as handsome as me—“ he jokes and giggles as you smack his wrist.

“thank you, i love you, junnie,” you mumble while looking up and wiping your face. your best friend smirks at you, colorful light from the tv making his skin glow.

“i’ll always be here for you, y/n.”

the stranger things marathon was very much long forgotten. and even if all you did was cry and the rain still poured on, much to your dismay, still, you couldn’t help but feel relief knowing yeonjun was there to reassure you to the best of his ability. even if life did drain you at times, love always remained at the end of the day, and yeonjun was proof of that.

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The Aftermath

She loved her life, she really did, but there were times when the 'what-ifs' were heavier than usual.

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This is sad. Hopeful I guess, but sad. Basically an exploration into how I think Emily's grief and trauma were incredibly overlooked, despite her going through so much.

(It's also a touch of me…putting into words something I've felt with some things I've been through. So…yeah. This one feels a little personal <;3)

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Warnings: grief, trauma, brief reference to infertility

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It was just a day.

She knew that. A date that happened every year, rushing towards her with more fanfare than she’d like. Something she wishes she could ignore but can’t. The memory of it all clawing at the back of her mind, burrowing into her day-to-day thoughts until it was all she could think about.

It had been a long day at work, and she was grateful that they didn’t have a case, and that she could come home at the end of it. Find comfort in her house, her husband.

She sighs as she sinks into the couch, looking over at the photo from their wedding day on the side table. It usually made her smile, how Aaron was looking at her like she had hung the stars herself, and how she was looking at him in just the same way. Her smile wide, lines at the corners of her eyes as she couldn’t hold back her joy.

She’d been so mad when he first came back, a story he embellished whenever he told it. He’d managed to talk her down, the offer of dinner and as much wine as she wanted whilst she yelled at him calming her. One dinner turned into two, and then it became a weekly thing. It took almost 3 months for them to admit they were dates, and she still remembered the smile on his face just before he kissed her for the first time.

Things had gone quickly from there, neither of them wanting to waste any more time, both aware that they had missed so many chances over the years.

She hears the front door open, Aaron calling out for her as he lets himself into the house.

“Hi sweetheart,” he calls out, and she blows out a breath, trying to steady herself before he sets eyes on her, knowing he never missed a thing.

“Hi honey,” she replies, “I’m in the living room.”

She hears him drop his bag in the hallway, and his familiar footsteps as he walks through their house to find her. He leans down over the back of the couch and drops a kiss on the top of her head and it makes her close her eyes, a flash of comfort spreading through her from his touch.

“How was your day?” He asks, stepping away, leaving a chill in his wake.

“I was ok,” she replies, clearing her throat when she hears the crack in her voice, and she sighs, knowing he won’t have missed it. “Long.”

She’s looking at her hands in her lap, gently picking at the skin of her thumb, when she feels the couch dip next to her. His thigh presses into hers, the familiar warmth of him settling next to her.

“Are you ok?” He asks, and she turns her head to look at him and flashes him a smile she knows is weak.

“I’m fine, honey,” she replies, leaning in to kiss his cheek, taking the opportunity to breathe in the scent of him, wanting to have every part of him he was willing to offer.

“Em,” he says carefully as she pulls away and looks back down at her hands. He reaches for her hand, tucking it in between both of his, bringing it to his knee. “I know what today is.”

She huffs out a laugh and shakes her head. She’s briefly angry at him in a way she knows isn’t fair, frustrated that he’s as good as he is. As thoughtful and kind. That he knows her this well. It passes as quickly as it blooms in her chest, gone as quickly as the tiny flowers that show up in spring, only showing their faces before they disappear again.

There were times that she still couldn’t believe that they were here. That after everything, they’d found each other again. Finally getting the happy ending they both deserved. She loved him completely, and he loved her the same, they had done for longer than either of them would ever admit. So of course he knew what day it was.

It had once been etched into a stone over a grave that bore her name.

“It’s stupid really,” Emily says, looking at him, her smile tight.

“It isn’t,” he replies, squeezing her hand, “You’re never stupid,” he releases one hand from around hers and puts his arm around her, pulling her into his side by her shoulder, “Do you want to talk about it?”

She did. She wanted to talk about it so badly it almost spills out of her there and then, all of her thoughts and feelings pouring out onto the rug she hated. But she chokes on it, the words stuck in her throat in a way she can’t explain.

Emily sighs, her head against his shoulder, “I’m not sure how to say it.”

“That's ok,” he replies, kissing her temple, “Just say what feels right.”

She nods against him, squeezing the hand that is still wrapped around hers. She takes a deep breath, and blows it out steadily. She’s briefly reminded of a moment between them years ago, when he’d called her out on it, told her he knew she was struggling because of something as simple as the way she breathed.

It was ridiculous, looking back on it, that neither of them acknowledged that they loved each other then.

“It’s not even really that it’s the anniversary of Ian…of him stabbing me,” she says, the scar on her abdomen aching as she mentions it, years old now but still sore at times. A sign of the extent of the damage she’d endured. “It’s not even fully about the fact I had to fake my death,” she feels him tense next to her and she smiles at him, running her thumb over the heel of his hand, “It’s not your fault love, you did what you had to do.”

Aaron smiles at her, leaning forward and kissing her forehead. “I’m still sorry.”

“You don’t have to be,” she says softly, closing out the abridged version of the conversation they’d had again and again since he’d come back to her. “Sometimes, I think about who I could have been without all of this. Without what happened in Rome. Without Ian - both times. The direction my life could have gone in if I hadn’t had to fake my death.”

She chokes out a noise, not sure even herself if it was a laugh or a sob, overwhelmed by finally putting into words something she had felt for years. She looks up at the ceiling in an attempt to stop herself from crying.

“Em-” he starts, clearly wanting to comfort her, but she carries on, unable to stop now she’d started. Words she’d kept caged in her chest for over a decade escaping.

“It’s not that I don’t love my life, our life. I do.” She says quickly, not wanting him to think otherwise, and she looks at him, relief easing some of the tightness in her chest when he nods in understanding. “I treasure you. What we’ve built together. I love my job. I just…” she swallows thickly, shaking her head at herself. “Sometimes I feel like I’m grieving someone I never got to meet, and that never existed. And it’s almost as if I’m the only one that thinks about her.”

He cups the back of her head and kisses her forehead, holding her close as he tangles his fingers in her hair.

“It’s understandable that you feel that way,” he assures her, encouraging her to look at him, “It was traumatic, and sent your life in a different direction. We’re all changed by what happens to us, sweetheart.”

She nods, knowing he’s right, and that if anyone understood it was him. It was another thing that made them work, that they understood the very darkest parts of each other. Had experienced similar things themselves.

“When…when Scratch had me I saw my grave,” she says, and she feels his hand tighten around hers, his guilt for putting her in that situation almost seeping into her skin, “And it had today down as the day I died, and then another set of dates starting when I came back in September,” she chuckles, the sound wet as it catches on a sob in her throat, “It’s almost as if the months in between didn’t happen. Like I just…ceased to exist for a few months. But they did happen, Aaron.”

She often felt like she wasn’t allowed to think of those months, the time she spent alone on the other side of the ocean. When she’d come back it was almost as if it all had to be buried just like her loved ones thought she had been. Their trauma, their shock, more important than hers. It was easier to deal with. To deal with Derek’s mistrust, Spencer’s anger. It was easier to take than it was to deal with the thought of what she had lost, what she knew from the start she would never truly get back.

“I know, sweetheart,” he says softly, almost as if he was worried if he was too loud he’d snap her out of sharing, as if the slightest thing would make her walls go back up, “I know they happened.”

He wants to tell her that he remembers every second of it. The guilt eating him alive the whole time, the fear that he’d somehow made the wrong call even though it had been to save her life. But this wasn’t about him, it was about her and the feelings she’d kept to herself for far too long.

“That was when I had to learn to walk again,” she looks at him, her eyes shining, “You never realise how much you use your core to walk, or sit, or even lay down comfortably until you have that kind of injury,” he nods, because he remembers too, the discomfort he’d felt after Foyet, that he knew was nothing in comparison to what Emily had experienced, still fresh in his mind even after all these years, “It’s when I found out I’d never be able to have kids of my own, not that I even knew I wanted them but…not even having the option anymore was awful.”

A tear finally trails down her cheek, and he wipes it away, “I wish I could have been there.”

She smiles at him, “We weren’t even together then.”

“I know,” he says, tucking some hair behind her ear, “But it doesn’t mean that I didn’t love you then.”

She closes her eyes and looks down at their joint hands, “We wasted a lot of time, didn’t we?”

“Maybe,” he replies, “But we have each other now, and that’s what matters.”

She smiles, the first real one all evening, “It’s a shame no one believes me when I tell them you’re such a romantic,” she wipes at her cheek, pushing away another tear that had escaped, “I’m sorry you came home to this. I didn’t even ask how your day was.”

“You have nothing to apologise for. I love you, this is what I’m here for,” he tucks her against his side, wrapping her up in his embrace, “Can I help at all?”

“You already have,” she replies, kissing his throat, “You always do,” she settles further into his side, “I’m ok, I promise. It’s just something I think about from time to time. Today more than usual.”

“Anniversaries are hard,” Aaron says, “They never get any easier either. We just…get more used to them coming around.”

She hums in agreement, her fingers idly playing with his tie, he was no stranger to this himself. She always knew when Haley’s anniversary was coming around, his mood shifting in a way he had no control over and that she understood.

“I can’t believe you remembered,” she says without really meaning to, and he holds her a little tighter.

“I’ll never forget,” he says simply, kissing the top of her head, he laughs humourlessly, “I used to visit your grave. Even though I knew you weren’t there.”

It makes her heart skip a beat, something he’d never admitted to her before weighing heavily over them both.

“When you were gone,” she offers, staring at their linked hands, “I’d talk to you in my office,” she laughs at herself, embarrassment tinging her cheeks as she buries her face in his chest, “I still have your name plate from when it was your office, and I’d get it out and just…talk like you were there. It’s where I felt closest to you.”

“It’s where we met.”

She chuckles and looks up at him, cupping his cheek, “Thankfully I’m a little more fond of you now than I was back then.”

Aaron smirks, “Just a little?”

Her smile widens as she lifts her hand from his face, holding her thumb and index finger only slightly apart. She laughs when he grabs her hand, his eyes narrowed in jest as he kisses her knuckles.

“I love you,” she says before she kisses him, “So much that it feels like it can’t be real sometimes.”

“I love you so much, Em,” he replies, leaning in to kiss her, “And I’m so glad we have this now.”

She nods, her forehead against his.

Life could be different, she knows that. They could have figured out what they meant to each other years ago and not wasted as much time. She could have never met him at all, her switch from Interpol to the FBI a natural one, one that wouldn’t have taken place if she had never been assigned to her job with Ian.

It could be different, but it wouldn’t be this. And she knows no matter what she wouldn’t change it. Everything had led her to this, and whilst she would always be haunted by the what-ifs. Inconvenient ghosts that showed up on occasion, lingering just out of sight but making their presence known, she was grateful for what she had.

For this. For him.

She nods, her forehead gently knocking against his, “Me too.”

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