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ahsxual · 2 months

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Stu Macher x Fem!Reader where they are dating but the readers parents hate him so one night are 2:33 am Stu knocks on the readers window and she opens it it tells him to leave but before she can get a word out Stu is kissing her and telling her how much he misses her and one thing lead to, and so Stu had to push the readers head into her pillow so she didn’t wake anyone.

Sorry if the store request does not make any sense i’ve been wanting to request something from you for a while and this idea kinda came to my brain as I was falling asleep at four in the morning so I am very sleep deprived lol anyways I love your story. I hope you have a great day

Surprise Baby

Genre: Fluff & Smut

Warnings: +18 content, clingy and soft Stu, dirty talk, degrading, cursing, dom!Stu, p in v (w/o protection), sad Stu at the end (reader comforts him)

Word Count: 1,8k

A/N: This was actually a very interesting request and Ik very well that our daydreams before we sleep are the best 🤭 I added something to the plot at the end, so I hope you still like it! Tysm, I'm so glad you like my writing! It always feels so gratifying whenever you guys tell me that <33

Right now you're lying on your bed crying, while hugging your favorite bunny plush that Stu gave you for Valentine's Day. You'd just had an argument with your parents, since they weren't the biggest fans and supporters of your relationship with your boyfriend Stu Macher. You didn't understand why they didn't like him and didn't even make an effort to, even though Stu always made you happy and made your life more colorful and enjoyable from the moment you met him. Of course Stu had his flaws like everyone else, since perfection is impossible to achieve and that was fine by you. But not for your parents. They said that Stu distracted you from school, that he "lived" for parties and didn't give you your "precious" time to concentrate on your studies, because he always took you on dates so that he could spend more time with you, even when you said you were busy.

You perfectly knew that Stu wasn't a guy who would take "no" for an answer. Maybe it was because he'd always been spoiled by his parents and didn't understand the meaning of that word? Maybe he hated the fact that you would say "no" to him, because if you truly love him as you always say, why would you reject an opportunity to go out with him? Both answers to those questions are probably correct, because you knew that Stu didn't know how to respect your personal space either, not that you minded anyway. But your parents did and that was the problem. They even told you once that Stu was obsessed with you and that your personal life has also become his, as if it were his property. Maybe they were right about that, but that's how Stu showed how much he loved and cared for you and it always worked well in your relationship. And you really missed him.

Sleep didn't want to make its presence known, so you decided to watch your favorite show on your new tv. However, you still couldn't stop thinking about the argument with your parents. Of course you defended your boyfriend and were always on his side to protect him against anyone, even your own parents, but it did made you very upset... all you wanted was for your family to see how genuinely happy Stu makes you feel, how he always admired you and treated you as if you were the only woman to walk on earth and how he's so funny that it's practically impossible not to laugh because of some silly joke he's made until your cheeks hurt. You just wished your family accepted him and loved him as much as you did...

Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted when you heard your window being knocked on repeatedly. You screamed for a second, because you weren't expecting that to happen in the middle of the cold night. Nevertheless, you immediately felt relieved when you saw Stu standing there with his puppy eyes and big smile on his handsome face you loved so much. A wide smile appeared on your face the moment you realized your boyfriend wanted to surprise you and that he had actually made an effort to see you.

His giant body barely fit through your window and the way he clumsily tried to get into your room, like a cartoon thief, made you laugh until your belly started to get sore.

"Baby, what are you doing?? It's cold outside!" you asked worriedly, before you watched him fall face down on the floor as he let out an "ouch". You couldn't stop laughing at his poor attempt to sneak into your room, as he already knew that your parents would never let him in, especially so late at night. You looked over your bedside table, where your alarm clock was, to see what time it was, as it marked 2:33 am.

"Surprisee baby!" he shouted excitedly, with a contagious smile that didn't leave his face for a moment. His breathing was accelerated, which made you realize he had some trouble climbing up to your window. You felt your heart warming at his romantic gesture, yet you didn't want your parents to find out and kick him out of your house or worse.

"Be quiet babe, you're not supposed to be here! You need to leave Stu, my parents are gonna ki-" you were really worried about your boyfriend's safety, but Stu didn't give you a chance to finish your sentence, as he grabbed you firmly around your waist and began kissing you passionately with his long, skilled tongue. His hands were all over your body and his grip was tight, not allowing you to move away from him.

"Shh- don't worry about them. It's just us now. I've missed you so much, baby." he admitted, before kissing your neck eagerly. When he he'd had enough, he pulled you up by your hips and laid you down on your bed, his mouth never leaving yours. You couldn't help moaning as you felt his sweet, loving assaults on your body, his lips and big hands making you melt into his addictive touch.

"Love, we have to be quiet... and you're making it hard for me." by now you were feeling breathless, unable to contain your desire for your horny and needy boyfriend. Instinctively, you rubbed against Stu's crotch which made him groan in pleasure, as you could feel him already hard under his jeans. He began to gently pinch your nipples through the fabric of your short pajama top, enjoying and closely analyzing your reactions to his teasing touch.

"Looks like I have to shut you up so we don't get caught, baby..." the last thing you saw was a mischievous grin on your boyfriend's face, before he firmly turned you around so that you were on all fours for him. He pressed his erection against your ass, while his eyes rolled back as he put his head back from the stimulation and his mouth was slightly open. You were starting to enjoy this game way too much, to see who couldn't hold back their moans, and you made sure you would win this battle. You pushed your ass against him and started rolling your hips in a provocative way, knowing that Stu wouldn't be able to hold it much longer. He bit his lips at this and frowned, realizing what you were trying to do to him.

"My girl really wants to get some, huh? You wanna play dirty, doll? Do you really think you can win this game against me?" he laughed trying to mock you, making you feel pathetic if you really thought you could stay quiet with the way he was about to fuck you.

"Just fuck me already Stu, I can't hold it much longer..." you quickly gave up and decided to beg him for mercy, so you could feel him inside you for once. You were dripping by now and the thought of having to keep quiet so no one would catch you at such a vulnerable and intimate moment turned you on even more for some reason.

You finally felt him give you want you wanted, since Stu himself wasn't a very self-controlled guy when it came to you. You felt his tongue lick a long, firm strip from your throbbing clit to your pulsing, empty hole. This made you grip your pillow as hard as you could while he ate you out from behind. Unfortunately, it didn't last much longer like you'd hoped, as you didn't realize how horny and impatient Stu was feeling that night. Suddenly, you felt his fully erect cock enter you without any resistance, sliding easily into you because you were so wet with your cum and his saliva. He didn't give you any time to adjust to him as he usually did and started pounding you hard and fast. He knew you all too well, so he pushed your face against your pillow to prevent any sound coming out of your pretty mouth and kept his strong hand on your head. You prayed that no one would hear you both fucking like horny teenagers who can't control their sexual hormones. It wasn't your fault that you and Stu were so fucking attracted to each other and that your shared love was considered obsessive, right?

"You like that, don't you babygirl? You love it when I fuck you like this... You needy slut, can't get enough of your boyfriend's cock inside your tight hole. I bet your parents would be so embarrassed if they saw you getting fucked this good." he whispered in your ear before changing his angle to fuck you deeper. Wet sounds, your muffled moans and his heavy breathing were the only sounds being heard in your room, turning you both on even more. It didn't last much longer when you both came at the same time, since Stu was way too horny to hold his orgasm. He was so glad he'd made you cum before he climaxed inside you.

After the moment of ecstasy you both experienced, you lay there trying to catch your breath while staring at the ceiling. It was then that Stu pulled you closer to him and hid his face on your neck, clinging to you more than usual. He was acting way too needy and clingy, and wasn't trying to be the "dominant" one, which made you worry about him.

"Are you ok, love? Do you wanna talk about it?" you asked him softly as you caressed his hair and cheeks. You knew him too well to recognize whenever he wasn't feeling good, even when he was trying to hide it.

"My girl knows me so well." he chuckled weakly, trying to find the right words to tell you what was had been bothering him. After a moment of silence in which you tried to comfort him with your tender touches, he finally spoke. "My parents won't be able to make it for my birthday. Again." your heart ached for him, because you knew this problem had happened before. Although Stu's parents loved him and treated him right, they had never been very present throughout his life and that took a tool on his emotional behavior. That explained why he was so addicted to your attention and wanted you all to himself, all the time. It made you really sad that you couldn't help your boyfriend properly, because the presence of anyone's parents is irreplaceable.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, baby. I'm sure they're extremely busy with work and that's the only reason for their absence on such a special day. We both know that they love you and I'll be there for you to make sure you have the biggest party ever." you gently grabbed his face and smiled warmly at him, admiring his ocean eyes that reminded you of the maldivian water, as he stared back at you with pure love.

"I know you will. What would I do without you? You're the love of my life, you know that right?" you chuckled as you softly kissed his cute nose.

"I love you too, Stu... so much. You have no idea of how much love I have for you and no one ever will."

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wonijinjin · 3 days

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sign of the times

author’s note: this is a more serious themed request. as someone who definitely doesn’t have the most desirable body and is struggling right now this request was a very sweet one, it was my pleasure to write it.

synopsis: when you feel insecure seungkwan is there to show you how much he loves all of you.

word count: 1.0k | genre: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort | pairing: seungkwan x gn! reader | warnings: heavy topics mentioned, body image issues, insecure reader, mental health mentions

you never considered yourself to be the most stunning of them all, the star of the room, the shining diamond. you knew everyone had their flaws, of course they had, however the human heart doesn’t always know everything your brain wants it to believe. self love is a very fragile thing, and can be broken just as easily by a feather as if it weighed tonnes like a block of bricks.

when seungkwan entered your bathroom the first thing he noticed was the way you quickly looked away from your form in the mirror, a sense something he never expected to see shine in your eyes…disgust? you pulled your shirt down subtly, and brushed your hands delicately under your eyes in a quick motion before turning to him. the smile he loved dearly was present on your face, but he knew better; it was the shadow of its own twin, the real one. you got very familiar with shadows recently, the cracks of sunlight disappearing slowly but surely, undetected to the naked eye. you were going through a rough time in your life, the stress taking a toll on you. just by this one moment of being caught red handed he saw through it all; you didn’t know how he saw the single teardrop proving being in pain dropping from the corner of your eye, sitting below your pretty lashes stubbornly. how his eyes drifted to the wavering of your hand above the soft material of the clothes covering your precious being, the other grabbing it angrily, holding onto the fabric for dear life as it was your saving grace from an unknown threat. he slowly raised his gaze, boring into the orbs of your own, searching for an answer he had not received thus far.

“hi.” you whispered in a gentle tone, the love for him never leaving from your irises which always smiled at his every day and every night. “hi.” he replied back; one step forward, two steps forward. “my love.” he kissed your cheeks; one cheek, the other cheek. his breath was warm and tender, felt like home. the sigh escaping his lips made you realise: he was your home. and being home provides endless comfort when needed. “i can’t find love towards myself anymore, seungkwan.” you smiled again, this time sadness seeping through the line between your lips. he smiled back at you, mirroring your face. “i know.”

he was silent throughout the moments when the tears fell, when the hands once dangling on your sides searched for support by connecting around his waist, head taking a rest on his being; trying to find solance in home. “you are okay. we have been here before.” it was like breathing to him; loving you, taking care of you, making sure you were protected, well. it was light for him like a feather, the weight of your burdens, your concerns. “just to stop you from crying, i would take it all. take it all if i could.” his heart burned and twisted with sorrow, his everything was in pain. you felt his big hands give you a squeeze. “i am here, i am listening sweetheart.” so you talked. and talked. and talked. “i am becoming the shadow of my true self. stretch marks, eye bags, cellulite, sadness.” his most hated confession to hear, to get information about. how lowly you thought of yourself sometimes made him itch to solve the issue, to love you so much more he already has, to want to show you more how much he treasures you.

“i have a question for you, my love. do indentical snowflakes exist?” you looked at him confused. “of course not, every one is different, it is common knowledge. but why would you ask me this all of a sudden?” his grin made you laugh, even though you didn’t know the reason behind it, just seeing him made you happier. “exactly because you said what i wanted to tell you yourself. that being unique and different applies to every human being. and snowflakes change after being formed, just like humans do after being born. sometimes one bit melts off, then another one finds it and they get attached in a new shape, molding the flake throughout its whole journey to the ground. they are never perfect, always changing. you and me, we too always change, sometimes we are at the top, nearly what we perceive as perfect, then fall apart a bit, just to be rebuilt again. what you’re going through, mentally or physically doesn’t mean you are not yourself. and certainly doesn’t give a reason for you to feel insecure in front of me, ever. i love you for you, and i swore i would love you always. so please, don’t hide your uncertainties and pain anymore?” he shyly pleaded, tears visible in his eyes. he himself didn’t expect to get this emotional, but seeing, feeling the fear, the sadness you locked in your heart made him angry. angry at your surroundings for making you stressed, for making you overwork yourself to the point where you didn’t even recognise yourself anymore. angry at the world for making you feel like you had to be…ashamed? why would you be? just because your body changed? what does that have to do with one’s heart and true soul? he didn’t know. your sobs never stopped; they were like a desperate cry out for him, and he wished he could heal you faster than time, however he knew this was gonna be a long journey.

he kissed the top of your head, swaying from side to side by the bathroom sink, letting you grab him tightly, taking the place of the fabric of your shirt. “you don’t have to say anything right now. let’s stay like this for a little while.” he felt you nod against him, quietly hiccuping while trying to process his words, trying to find the truth in them; trying to accept them, accept yourself again.

the next time he spoke he didn’t know how or when would his words come true, but he knew he was right. “we’ll be alright my love. you will be alright.”

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adastra121 · 2 months

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Touchstarved Romance Themes (Musical Version)

I like musicals, so I paired each Touchstarved LI x MC pairing with songs from musicals! These will probably be inaccurate since I'm going off of vibes from the demo. If you guys have other musical songs that you think would fit, please feel free to reblog or comment (I always like to find new musical songs!).

Kuras x MC

“All I’ve Ever Known” (Hadestown) — I associate Kuras with sunlight and devotion, and this song has both. There are a lot of lyrics that remind me of his path in the demo.

"I was alone so long I didn't even know that I was lonely. Out in the cold so long, I didn't even know that I was cold."

"You take me in your arms And suddenly there's sunlight all around me Everything bright and warm And shining like it never did before And for a moment I forget Just how dark and cold it gets."

"I don't know how or why Who am I that I should get to hold you?"

"Suddenly the sunlight, bright and warm Suddenly I'm holding the world in my arms."

“No Good Deed” (Wicked) — Can you imagine Kuras healing us to this?

"Let their flesh not be torn Let their blood leave no stain Though they're beaten, Let them feel no pain. Let their bones never break And however they try to destroy them, Let them never die."

"My road of good intentions Led where such roads always lead No good deed Goes unpunished."

“The Hill” (Once) — I think it would be interesting if, as a foil to Vere, one of his flaws is that he doesn't actually see us as a person? MC is either a path to redemption or another tragedy.

"But where are you my angel now? Don't you see me crying?"

"I'm on my knees in front of him But he doesn't seem to see me. With all his troubles on his mind, He's looking right through me."

Leander x MC (sidenote, there are so many musical songs that fit this guy why is he so musical-coded, also why are so many musical songs terrifying when you imagine it with Leander? XD)

“All I Ask of You” (Phantom of the Opera) — To be fair, I guess this song is also still unsettling in its actual context, too, if you know the story. XD

"Let me be your shelter, Let me be your light. You're safe, no one will find you, Your fears are far behind you."

“Something Wonderful” (The King and I) — From MC's perspective, Leander being toxic af.

"The thoughtless things he'll do Will hurt and worry you Then all at once he'll do Something wonderful."

"He has a thousand dreams That won't come true You know that he believes in them And that's enough for you."

“Only Us” (Dear Evan Hansen) — This is the sweet song that is mildly concerning when you pair it with him.

"What if it's you And what if it's me And what if that's all that we need it to be And the rest of the world falls away?"

"I never thought there'd be someone like you who would want me. So I give you ten thousand reasons to not let me go."

"We can just watch the whole world disappear. 'Til you're the only one I still know how to see. It's just you and me."

“Our Love is God” (Heathers) — The Heathers songs are here because I cannot listen to these without imagining Leander anymore.

"They died because God said they must The new world needed room For me and you."

"I worship you. I'd trade my life for yours They all will disappear. We'll plant our garden here. Our love is God."

“Meant to Be Yours” (Heathers) — Leander outside the room he gave us.

"Those assholes are the key! They're keeping you away from me! They made you blind, messed up your mind But I can set you free!"

"You were meant to be mine. I am all that you need. You carved open my heart, Can't just leave me to bleed!"

Vere x MC

“Natasha & Anatole” (Natasha, Pierre, & The Great Comet of 1812) — This song is unsettling but there are so many lyrics that remind me of Vere. And I guess the unsettling vibe suits him well, it does feel like he's putting you in a trance before he devours you.

"And I never remove my smiling eyes From your face, your neck, your bare arms."

"And looking into his eyes, I am frightened There's not that barrier of modesty I've always felt with men I feel so terribly near I fear that he may seize me from behind And kiss me on the neck."

"Look straight into my eyes Nearness Tenderness Smile at me Gaze straight into my eyes There is no barrier between us There is nothing between us."

“Take Me or Leave Me” (Rent) — A more lighthearted song, and I think it suits his unapologetic attitude.

"Take me for what I am Who I was meant to be."

"A tiger in a cage Can never see the sun This diva needs her stage baby, let's have fun!"

"You are the one I choose Folks would kill to fill your shoes You love the limelight too now baby So be mine, And don’t waste my time."

Ais x MC

“You Matter to Me” (Waitress) — This song feels very straightforward and true and quietly comforting, like companionable silence. So it feels a bit like Ais's path in the demo.

"Come out of hiding, I'm right here beside you And I'll stay there as long as you let me."

"You matter to me, Simple and plain and not much to ask from somebody."

“Sunrise” (In the Heights) — Since one of his likes is learning new languages, I thought this would be a cute song with him and an MC who knows another language teaching him a few words. The lyric "promise me you'll stay" makes me think of the end of the demo where Ais asks MC not to choose the Seaspring so quickly.

"Calor. Heat. Anoche. Last night. Dolor. Pain."

"Promise me you'll stay beyond the sunrise I don't care at all what people say beyond the sunrise."

Mhin x MC

“Falling Slowly” (Once) — It seems to have a lot of yearning and a bittersweet ending, which I got from their demo path.

"I don't know you, but I want you All the more for that."

"Falling slowly, eyes that know me And I can't go back And moods that take me and erase me And I'm painted black."

"You have suffered enough And warred with yourself It's time that you won."

“What You Mean to Me” (Finding Neverland) — To be honest, I put this here mostly because they like stargazing. But I think it does fit Mhin when they don't have the words to express their feelings.

"I won't lie I'm a little bit frightened."

"Every star that's ever fallen Knows the way to where we're going Now I really know just what you mean to me."

Elyon x MC

"Epic III" (Hadestown) — I'm basing this off of the short description of him searching for the one thing money can't buy.

"What has become of the heart of that man Now that he has everything? The more he has, the more he holds The greater the weight of the world on his shoulders."

"He's grown so afraid that he'll lose what he owns But what he doesn't know is that what he's defending Is already gone."

Sen x MC

"The Next Ten Minutes" (The Last Five Years) — I feel like her ultimate goal being her own death adds another layer to this song, making it less about a proposal and more about treasuring the time you have together.

"Will you share your life with me For the next ten minutes? For the next ten minutes, We can handle that. We could watch the waves, We could watch the sky, Or just sit and wait As the time ticks by, And if we make it 'til then, Could I ask you again For another ten?"

"There are so many dreams I need to see with you. There are so many years I need to be with you."

*******Bonus********** I'm sorry

Ocudeus x MC

“Hey, Little Songbird” (Hadestown) — Okay. So, in all honesty, I think this could fit Elyon, too, but I thought this was funnier. Also Ocudeus using bird nicknames because Ais does that, like a petty eldritch horror. XD So. Ocudeus trying to convince MC to drink from the Seaspring.

"You'd shine like a diamond down in the mine. And the choice is yours, if you're willing to choose, Seeing as you've got nothing to lose, And I could use a canary."

"Strange is the call of this stranger I wanna fly down and feed at its hand. I want a nice soft place to land. I want to lie down forever."

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soapoet · 7 months

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PJO pick-a-card reading

Nico di Angelo; Your shadow side

Soapy scribbles: As the title may suggest, this reading is a little dark and full of terrors. Be mindful of this before you read, and judge for yourself whether or not now is a good time to explore the dark. You can always come back later, or never, so fret not if you need to run away and hide. Take good care of yourself, ok? ♡

01.

Shufflemancy: Triggered by SkyDxddy

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, do you feel like Atlas holding the world upon your shoulders to keep your near and dear safe and sound, whilst toying with the thought of dropping those burdens and crushing them like ants, berating them for taking you for granted? The mental load you take on leaves you feeling so capable, yet frustrated with all who by comparison appear foolish and incompetent. You think highly of yourself, but like a flick of a switch you crumble on the shower floor crying for mercy, sending prayers down the drain because yours is a life of the ivory tower and the free fall from it, repeated like a cruel joke stuck in an inescapable loop. He loves me, he loves me not, except you count petals of your own self-worth. You're a genius, you're an idiot. Gorgeous and sweet, vile and grotesque.

You're opinionated, well-read, and seemingly surrounded by imbeciles, yet a silver tongue so easily gets tied as you fear mistakes. Trauma has left you paranoid. Do you fear retaliation? The avalanche triggered by a little hiccup, which buries you, encasing your mistake forevermore, so that shame is to you what the smile is to Mona Lisa and the whole world may gawk and point and laugh and dissect and analyse and theorise centuries from now about how you, a fool, screwed up once and that once was enough to destroy the perception of you which you so carefully tried to protect.

Houdini, you vanish like ashes to the wind, yet crave to be seen and heard and felt and touched. Rejection frightens you, so you perfect the art of care and service. Who could reject a helping hand? What then, when it is never reciprocal, nobody texts you first, unless of course they need something from you? Then you writhe as the anger in your veins burn. Your surface calm hides riptides threatening to grab and pull traitors out to sea to drown. Unable to express your darkest feelings, you've made a name for yourself for your serenity, yet beneath the surface you have been screaming your whole life. Would it kill them to ask you how you are and make space to truly receive the honest answer? You feel like an imposter, a charming attendee at a masquerade who's on a wanted poster for the crimes you commit inside your head at the slightest inconvenience.

02.

Shufflemancy: (S)aint by Marilyn Manson

Everything is perfect, and what isn't must be made so. You do not take shortcuts, you do not round up or down. Like a surgeon your precision is immaculate, but the scalpel cuts deep and swift and you are full of marks of real and imagined flaws and failures you tried to surgically remove. Impossible are the only standards that you know. Enough is not a word in any language that you speak. There is always something you could have done better. As though you were born into a fixer-upper, you became an architect, drawing up careful plans of grandure, which you construct from the rubble. Yet every tile eventually cracks, the paint chips and the hardwoodwood scuffs, so you tear everything back down to ruins and begin anew. You are forever under construction, and always on a tight schedule and low on resources, and never in a million years could you hire a lending hand. Because only you dance with perfection, only you know its touch, and nobody else should get their grubby little hands on fragile things that they'll just break.

You wish so earnestly to be seen. To shine beautifully and be admired by all, but in your paralysing fear of judgement you hide away. To perfect your reflection, your craft, to stride forth with books atop your head with enviable grace. One day you'll show 'em, you say, though you know that you're both the captive of the tower and the beast that guards it. You tell yourself you must earn your keep in the kingdom, unable to rest because the list of things to do is never-ending and replenishes like clockwork, a task done only invites another.

Yet from this tower you gaze upon the crowds, green with envy for their ability to let life happen without white-knuckling the reins. To swim with the current, not against it. And those lucky few, to whom things, a struggle to you, comes with such ease? You could burn them at the stake, and perhaps have in your mind, but this fleeting image invisiblen to all, as through gritted teeth and throbbing jaw and knotted neck, all illusioned into a bright, proud smile, you're the first to stand and give ovation for the achievements of others. Then you slip away from their awfully bright light, into the shadows to scream and cry and punish yourself for not fitting into their shoes. And when they stumble and fall? From the shadows nobody can see your Chesire grin of malice. Which, of course, only adds yet another flaw, another crack in need of mending. Because oh, to be free of this never-ending waltz with self-loathing and misplaced blame, and be whole and happy within yourself and uplift others without walking barefoot on glass doing so.

03.

Shufflemancy: Nobody praying for me by Seether

Peter Pan, won't you grow up? You scrunch your nose and grimace at the very thought. You're capable and incapable baked into a concoction of leftovers at the month's end. Tired and done with the judgement of those you, dripping with sarcasm, call better folks. The naysayers nagging and sticking their noses into businesses none of theirs. Yet at the same time you feel lost and without direction. A free bird in flight, soaring across glimmering seas, with no place to land. Inertia, both an enemy and a lover, lulls you so easily into breadcrumb trails full of wonderful distractions. Only to then strike down the facade of the snow globe dreamscape as it falls and shatters on the floor, leaving you to pick up the pieces and cut your hands on the shards.

Mountains of unfinished projects and tasks lay before you, and no beaten path or compass exists for you to rely on. Alarms and memos blaring, screaming your name and calling you a failure with every ring. Everything done last minute or not at all. Feeling helpless and dependent on others for assistance as the world comes crumbling down seemingly weekly. You point to people, circumstances, the planets and the stars, looking for a scapegoat as you flee from guilt and shame in this horrid cycle you feel unable to escape. To admit you could have had more forethought would be to allow the world to place the dunce hat on your head. To never again be taken seriously. You look away, you run, from the consequences of your own actions and inactions. Hiding under a blanket like a child, certain no monster can see you if you can't see them.

The fear of missing out lurking in your peripheral like a predator waiting for its chance to pounce the second you feel as though your peers are so far ahead of you as you run the race of life with your laces tied together like a cruel joke. What did you do so differently to not deserve guidance, where is your coach, your safety network? You're standing outside in the cold winter watching families in their warm dining rooms making merry, wondering if they'd spare you a slice of bread if you knocked on the door. But the discomfort of cold knuckles against cold hard wood or fingers on a frozen knocker keeps you walking, talking to the streetlights who'd never judge you. Your constant need to justify yourself, explain every word you said which seemingly always fails to land on the tarmac. Every project takes flight but crash lands, and the whole world seems to gather to investigate and scrutinise your pilot error. And you're angry, so frustrated you could cry and wish only to raise your voice, scream in the face of judgement and close their airways. Tell them it isn't fair, that they're all lucky and have no idea what it's like to live life on hardmode, to be ridiculed and reduced to the butt of a joke, forced to serve as the archetypal fool and assumed you'll never amount to anything. Yet you fear your own shadow, certain it could overpower you because it sees what nobody else sees and knows the truth of your neglect and envy and endless chase of the highs at the cost of your desires which need the care and attention you can't give them.

#pac reading #nico di angelo #energy reading #tarot reading #intuitive reading #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #pick a card reading #pick a pile #pick a card #pick a picture #tarotblr #soapy.post

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unbloomedrose · 23 days

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𝑭𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑬

𝐉𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍•

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄•

𝐍𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌 •

𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 •

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• 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆•

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𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

what are you doing there?.."jay asked her as he woke from his sleep walking to his girl who was sitting on the floor crying silently he kneeled down sitting on the floor with her as he ruffled her hair worried expecting her to answer him but all he heard was muffled whimpering noise from her sighing and thinking he decided not to stress her more he laid on the bare cold floor looking at her trembling figure as he stood up grabbing the blanket off the bed he gently wrapped the blanket around her as he laid on the cold floor looking at her examining his girl

Go sleep jay I'll come later"the girl said peeking at her boy who was laying on the cold floor without any care"

No not until you come with me",the boy insisted refusing to move without her as he closed his eyes trying to sleep on the cold floor but to his luck it's so cold and chill

Jay don't be stubborn",the girl tried to convince but she didn't heard anything response making her sigh as took the blanket off her wrapping on the boy who was laying on the floor seeing this jay yeeted the blanket turning his back on her indicating that he is upset with her as the girl looked at him worried he might catch a cold she laid next to him wrapping her arms around him slowly with cold hands and feet cuddling on the cold floor with him he turned his back smiling slightly because of her as he hugged her slowly caressing her back gently few mins later he heard a crying noise worried he slowly raised her chins by her head looked at her in eyes as he quickly wiped her tears

What's wrong?..

It's just i can't do anything without any motivation i feel like I'm being burden to everyone i really tried my best and my parents are forcing me to leave you and do things i barely liked and i-..",her sentences where cutted off by her breaking down in tears as jay kissed her forehead carrying to the bed as he made her lay wrapping the blanket around her sitting next to her slowly not to do anything sudden to increase her unwell mental state

Who said you are a burden to anyone ?..

I-its just .. myself I know ..no one has to sa---see love you are not a burden a burden is something that is being held on a person even if the person doesn't want it and you are something I'm willing to have matter of fact you are the one I need you are not a burden you are my girl you don't do anything if you don't have any motivation do it when you have motivation your body and mind needs rest don't overwork it it's not a machine you are a human with soul you can fall break and have flaws and it's alright because no one is perfect we all are imperfect in our own ways love i know you worked hard you tried your best they don't have to know you know you tried your best and that's all matters cuz who will lift you other than yourself love?..

Listening to his words the girl said nothing but only to nod her head calming herself with his words as he continues to spoke in ear cuddling her tightly in a embrace",and the very next time you feel like this don't isolate yourself surround yourself with things you love if not surround yourself with me don't sit in the cold floor please and I'll handle your parents just sleep and rest you worked hard

The girl nodded her head as she slowly fell asleep on the bed with him still scared about her future and everything before she fell asleep jay whispered something softly cooing in her ears making her smile in sleep

Sleep well I'll fight your nightmare

The next day she wokeup without jay as she yawned looking around getting off the bed she took a bath brushing her teeths yawning changing into a tidy clothes she arranged the bed went outside of the room to see jay she found him nowhere as there was fresh breakfast was made with some note sticked near the plate she took the note as she read

Hey sorry love had to leave early but got some works to done eat the breakfast love ya take care-j

She smiled as she ate the breakfast after a while she locked the door as she was ready to leave the home until she got a call from her parents saying they apologise for being rude towards her and her bf her heart stopped as she listen to her mom speak as her mom continue to say something good word as she ended her call with

Hope jay is happy now

She listened to her mom last words as she thought and thought before releasing its jay who helped her through this.without realising a smile and tear of joy dropped off her eyes she unlocked the door went back inside her home to pay jay back with something nice after all they both love each other to the core.

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anns-works · 1 year

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Ok so i've got something that yall would probably hate me for. But ive been holding this simmering pot of angst for a while and the first thing i was taught is to share, so suffer with me.

New ROTTMNT AU:

Rather than being the only one out of his brothers to survive in the no-good-very-bad-horrible future, Leo is the only brother who dies.

Okay okay okay.

But i personally like to think that after the krang come out everything goes to shit in the bad timeline everyone goes oh fuck and start teaming up right? Human yokai cryptids mutants– none of that matters as long as you got eachothers back.

And after the initial stumbles the brothers start their active participation in the resistance.

Heres the thing.

Leo is genuinly terrifying at coming up with a plan. Kid went toe to toe with motherfucking Big Mama and came out victorious. Big Mama, as if the most terrifying yokai crime boss Big Mama. Kid came out with a smile. Its safe to say his strategies were incredibly effective and it kinda pissed off a couple of people.

Military dude 1: I can't believe i'm following a plan made by a 16 yo mutanat turtle.

Military dude 2: Your just upset the kid called out all the flaws your plan had in less than 2 seconds flat.

But the one pissed off the most were the krang. This tiny insignificant insect was able to somehow keep the resistance 3 steps ahead. So naturally, they went to take him down first.

It took a while but eventually they managed to isolate Leo. His brothers were fighting up a storm but the krang got too much and so they had to leave. Without Leo.

About a week later which involved a lot of crying and screaming, the krang brodacast a live footage of torturing Leo (my boi) before krangyfying (did i spell that right) him.

And now the krang have leo on their side. Leo, who knows everything there is to know abt the resistance (hes a gossipy bitch but thats only cuz its important to have the intel) so they are in deep shit now.

And he was a zombie for a while guys. Fighting against him always had people dying and his fam having a mental breakdown.

Eventually they take him down, but at what cost. (One of the brothers killed him. cuz angst. And now the question is who is the MOST angst) Also, Leo is the first person to die in the resistance. (Ouch)

Casey rools up and has no fucking clue who Leo is (ouch) or why his mom wanted him to take up the role as Casey's dad (HC: Cass took one look at tge record of Leo's victories against his brothers in the lair games, strategy skills and medical knowledge; and declared that he would be Casey jr.'s father. Leo was incredibly touched)

But for some reason. For soME FUCKING REASON. Kid is so much like Leo its scary. His family is near tears everytime they see him act like that. That one time he made a shitty pun and Donnie started crying.

Well its probably due to the blue imaginary friend he has that he calls Bluey. Yes we're going towards that direction. His everything comes from being influenced by the cool older brother figure he has as an imaginary friend. (Cuz of ✨Mystic Shenanigans✨ Bluey is still stuck here. Mikey is the only one who can also see him. But he cant. Cuz hes depressed)

Also without Mr. A-Ninja's-Greatest-Weapon-Is-Hope I feel like shit gets really depressing in the resistance. Everyones sad. Baby casey is sad to see everyone sad. So he asks Bluey's help and picks up his general style of humor. Angst shenanigans.

And. AND. AND. During the whole peepaws time travel back after the movie montage (I am a aimple woman w/ simple need) these depressed hunks see this tiny version of their blue brother still covered in bandages and not fully healed from the krangvasion, and their immediete reaction? Protecc.

Leo is confused abt a lot of things. The future version of his brothers that got spat out of nowhere. Casey and how that worked w/ their Casey. The blue projection of HIS angsty future self (who is pretty cool btw). PTSD. You know, the works. At this point my guy is just vibing, and honestly? The story picks up a pretty chill pace from there. Its all abt healing now baby.

So thats the rough outline of the au. And it might sound like a fucking add but heres more abt this silly little idea that came from my silly little head. -> You'll (Never) Never Be Alone

#rottmnt future au #rottmnt #rottmnt au #rottmnt future leonardo #rise tmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2018 #rottmnt leo #rottmnt disaster twins #rottmnt raph #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt leo angst #rottmnt angst #You'll (Never) Be Alone

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enid-rhees · 3 months

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Platonic Carl x best friend reader who's super insecure about her body/weight. One day Carl finds out and comforts her about it. Reader also has feelings for Enid, but Enid doesn't pay much attention to reader (Enid secretly has a huge crush on reader, and avoids her because of that). Reader thinks it's because she's not pretty enough for Enid. But one day gains the confidence to ask Enid out (thanks to Carl's help).

If this is too much, I understand! Love your blog - ✨🫧

wing-man || platonic!carl grimes x fem!reader / enid rhee x fem!reader

warnings: a bit of angst, reader dealing with body insecurities

a/n: aaa another Carl req :D !! i absolutely adore him sm, so i loved writing this sm :] i hope you enjoy anon, tysm for requesting!

you knew you shouldn’t, but you can’t help it.

every time you walk past the mirror in your room, you can’t help but stop in front of it, and just stare in sorrow. you hated the way you looked. you didn’t know why you constantly brought yourself down by doing this. you just couldn’t help it.

you couldn’t help but stare at every insecurity you spotted on yourself, the thoughts in your head only making it worse. tears pricked at your eyes and you quickly wiped them away, but they kept spilling from your eyes and trailing down your cheeks. you wrapped your arms around yourself to hide your figure and looked back at the mirror.

the clothes you wore — you hated the way they looked on you. so you walked over to your closet and started to dig through the limited clothes you had. they were all over your floor within minutes, and you were crying all over again in the last outfit you put on.

why didn’t you look pretty? why couldn’t you look pretty like- like Enid?

Enid. she was the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen. she had the most mesmerizing smile, eyes, everything. and yes, you would admit it right now, you liked her, a lot.

but, you would never have her. Enid barely paid attention to you in the first place. you’ve had very few, small conversations with her, but they were nothing more than that. she would never like someone like you, you weren’t half as pretty as she was, you knew it.

there were even times Enid actively avoided you, so you were pretty sure that proved all of your points.

you sat on the floor in front of your mirror and cried into your hands. you didn’t realize that your cries were loud, because you jumped when a pair of hands grabbed yours. Carl sat in front of you, his eyes wide and frantic. “Y/N? what’s wrong?” you shook your head and tried to wipe your eyes but Carl still held onto you. “don’t do that, what’s wrong? please, tell me.” he pleaded.

“i hate the way i look!” you snapped, and Carl softly let go of your hands. “i hate everything about myself. none of my clothes look good, this mirror is a fucking nightmare. i just want to be pretty.” you cried out, not even realizing half of the words that spilled out of your mouth just then. “no one wants someone like me.” you added, voice going raspy.

“none of that is true.” Carl spoke firmly. you looked up at him and wiped away the rest of your tears. “you’re just saying that, Carl.” you spoke in a whisper.

“i’m not. you are the perfect the way you are, Y/N. there’s not a single flaw on you. i really think that you are absolutely perfect, in every way. in and out.” a small smile made its way to your lips and you reached your hands out to pull him in a hug.

Carl held you so tightly, rubbing his hands up and down your back. you held him even tighter, his hugs had always calmed you down, ever since you two were young. you met him at the Quarry, all those years ago, and instantly became best friends.

whenever you got scared after a hoard of walkers, or after a fight and you had trouble calming down from it, Carl was always there to take you in his arms and hold you until you felt safe. you couldn’t have asked to find anyone better than him in the middle of this shitty, new world.

“i’m still never going to find someone looking like this,” you spoke, your words muffled by his flannel. “you’re wrong again.” he said.

“i’m not.” you said back. you then removed yourself from his arms and leaned again the wall behind you. “the only person i want doesn’t even pay attention to me.”

“who?” Carl asked. he moved forward, getting closer to you as if you were about to tell him the biggest secret you knew in the school bathroom. you shifted in your place, “Enid.” you whispered.

“Enid?” he repeated back in a whisper. you nodded. you’ve never really told Carl you liked girls, it never came up in conversation and you had no reason to bring it up. but now you did, and you trusted him with that knowledge.

“we’ve only talked a few times.” you told him, “but besides that she… ignores me. and it’s not like she’s trying to hide it, she walks away when i show up. she doesn’t like me. Enid would never want to be with someone like me.” tears started to pool around your eyes again, but you quickly wiped them away before they could fall.

“i don’t think she hates you,” Carl said softly. “let me help you.” you furrowed your eyebrows and let out a small laugh. “with what, exactly?”

Carl shrugged, “asking her out.” your eyes widened as you stared at him like he was insane, “are you insane?!”

“no! you should go for it! you never know what the outcome could be. come on, i’ll be your wing-man!” you couldn’t help but laugh at Carl’s preposterous offer. “yeah, you’re insane. never in a million fucking years, Grimes. because if she rejects me then i will literally never show my face here again.” you said with not even an ounce of humor in your words.

Carl rolled his eyes, “okay, now you’re being dramatic. relax for a moment and think about it. i know that there’s a huge risk to this, but with the world we’re in now… don’t you want to take the chance you have? i mean… you never know what can even happen tomorrow.”

you knew what he was implying, and the slightest thought about it made your chest tighten. “okay.” you ended up saying. “fine, but you better be a goddamn good wing-man or i’m finding a new best friend.”

Carl snorted, “right, we both know that’s not true you asshole.” he said, lightly hitting your shoulder. you took hold of his hat and moved it down to cover his face while pushing him away, laughing just as much as him.

“from the few times you spoke to Enid, what was it about?” Carl asked you. you thought for a moment, staring at the wall in front of you.

“comics.” you stated first, “she likes comics. there was a day i was sitting by the end of the fence, reading one of yours, and she came up to me first. and then there was a few other times. but that was it.”

Carl nodded and paced the floor of his bedroom. it was almost comical, how into this Carl really was. you wanted to laugh, but he would just give you another lecture on why this was important.

“what else?” he asked. this time, you really had to think. there wasn’t much else you and Enid talked about. but… there was one thing. but you remembered Enid telling you that no one knows, so you weren’t sure if you could tell Carl.

“…can you promise not to tell anyone else? Enid told me no one knows… so.” Carl nodded, “of course, yeah.”

“she goes into the woods a lot. she invited me to go with her at one point… but i wasn’t sure how i felt going out there. but she does it nearly everyday for hours.”

Carl then stopped in his tracks and you watched as he began to think hard. “that’s it.” he said. you raised your eyebrows, “what’s it?” he walked over to his drawer and pulled out a bent comic and handed it to you.

“i don’t need that one anymore. here’s the plan, okay? i’ll help you find a new outfit, and by the way, you look great in everything you own. we’ll find a new outfit, you go outside with this comic and find Enid. you ask if she would like to go out into the woods, or wherever she goes, and you’ll give her the comic then. she questions you, and then you confess.”

you stared at him with shock. “wow, okay.” you responded, nodding slightly. “does that sound good? too much? not enough?” Carl questioned, and you put your hand up to stop his rambling.

“no, it’s perfect, Carl.” you told him. you stood up from his bed and took the comic from his hand. you turned it over and read the front. “oh- Carl, she loves this comic. she has a whole collection of them. this is perfect.”

“that makes this even better then. come on, let’s find an outfit.” Carl took you back to your own room and started to dig through your clothes. he picked up one shirt and a pair of jeans, and then slipped off his own flannel. “i know you like this one. you can wear it today. but try this on.” Carl left your room after that, giving you no choice but to try on the clothes.

you slipped the shirt and jeans on and pulled Carl’s flannel over the shirt. you looked in the mirror and sighed, you still didn’t think you looked good. it just felt… wrong.

Carl knocked on your door, and you jumped out of your thoughts. “come in.” you called out. Carl smiled when he walked in, “you look great!” you pouted and looked back at the mirror, “i don’t. i just… i really don’t think I’m generally attractive, Carl. i don’t know if i can do this.”

“stop.” he said immediately, “you may not see it, but you really, genuinely look perfect. but everyone else sees it, i promise you. you can do this, okay? don’t back down, i promise it’s going to be okay.” he held onto your shoulders and his voice soothed you, slowing down your racing heart.

you nodded and took a deep breath, “okay… okay.” you whispered to yourself. Carl still held onto your shoulders as he pushed you out of your bedroom and down by the front door. he handed you the comic again and you folded it to place in your back pocket.

“you got this, okay?” he whispered. you nodded again. Carl pulled you into another hug and the two of you stayed like that for a few moments. “thank you, Carl.” you told him.

“thank me when you come back with a girlfriend, yeah?” you smiled and hit his shoulder. “okay, go.” Carl said, opening the front door and pushing you out of it, closing it before you can turn around.

you sighed. you were really about to do this. this was really happening. okay… okay. you closed your eyes and sucked in a deep breath, exhaling heavily. you began to walk down the sidewalk, turning your head in every direction in hopes to see Enid somewhere.

you then looked over at the gate, and spotted her getting ready to climb over it. “okay.” you whispered to yourself, and began walking over to it. as you got closer, you jogged over to her before she started to climb. “hey… Enid.” you spoke, a little out of breath. she held onto the bars of the gate and looked over at you, “Y/N.” she said in surprise.

your heart started to race, “mind if i join you?” you asked, and a small smile then appeared on Enid’s lips. “no, not at all. come on.” she reached out her hand, and you took it in yours. you were sure she could feel how hot your hand was now that she was holding it, and you were hoping she wouldn’t say anything about it.

Enid pulled you up on the gate and you started to climb with her. when you made it to the top, Enid jumped first, and she looked up at you. “i’m here if you fall.” she called out. you jumped down and you felt Enid’s hands briefly touch your waist. “good?” Enid asked, and you nodded, face burning at her touch.

Enid started to walk and you followed her. “why did you want to come with?” Enid asked, breaking the awkward silence between the two of you. “um,” you looked down at the ground as you tried to figure out what to say, other than the truth.

“we haven’t talked in a bit, wanted to catch up with you.” you ended up saying, alright you weren’t quite sure if that would work. Enid nodded, “yeah, i guess it has been a bit. sorry about that.”

you shook your head, “don’t apologize. we all got shit going on.” you told her. “where are we going?” you questioned.

“there’s a spot i like to sit at. we’re almost there.” she said simply. after another few minutes, the two of you stood in front of an open area in the woods with a few branches lying in the ground. Enid walked over to it and sat on one of the branches, so you followed her and sat next to her.

Enid smiled awkwardly, “i really don’t… do much out here. i just like to sit here in silence away from everyone and read comics.” she looked down at her hands, fumbling with her fingers nervously.

“that’s okay… i actually had something i wanted to give you.” you told her, and it felt like time had stopped when she looked up at you. god, she was so beautiful. “for me?” she asked in disbelief, another smile growing on her lips.

you couldn’t help but smile back, confidence slowly taking over you, “yeah! i uh, i noticed you had this collection and i happened to have one of the comics… and me and Carl haven’t really read it. so, it should definitely be yours.” you reached into your back pocket and took the comic out.

Enid’s eyes widened at the sight of it. “oh my god.” she mumbled. she took it out of your hands and began examining it front to back, and flipped through the pages. “this is one of the last ones i needed.” Enid told you, her hand going over her mouth. “thank you so much.”

“it’s no problem, really.” you told her, scratching your neck. you couldn’t help but admire her as she smiled down at the comic. her smile was so contagious, you didn’t want to look away. you couldn’t look away.

“there has to be another reason you gave this to me… it can’t just be because of my collection. this is.. really- this means a lot, Y/N.”

your words almost got caught in your throat as you looked at her. “right- um..” you laughed nervously. “i didn’t only ask to come with because i wanted to catch up with you. i-i wanted to tell you something as well.” you could hear your own heart pounding, and you swore it was going to rip right out of your chest if it beat any faster.

you’ve never felt more nervous. “what is it?” Enid asked, turning her whole body towards you. you breathed in deeply. “i really… really like you, Enid.” you whispered. you watched as Enid froze.

“and this is probably the dumbest thing i’ll ever do, because there’s no way that… someone as beautiful and kind as you… would ever like someone like me. but you’re constantly on my mind, Enid, and i couldn’t keep it in any longer. i’m sorry if this made you-“ you were cut off with lips on yours. your eyes widened briefly before you closed them in utter relief. her lips felt so good on yours.

your body relaxed under her touch, her hands were softly holding onto your waist as you kissed. Enid pulled away first, but didn’t pull away too far from you. she laughed breathlessly, “you know, you didn’t need a whole plan to confess. i would’ve taken any opportunity to do this.” she mumbled, unable to take her eyes off your lips.

you bought a hand on the back of her head and pulled her back into you. Enid happily kissed you back. “and by the way,” she whispered against your lips. “you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever met. everything about you… is just absolutely perfect. don’t ever for a second think otherwise.”

“okay.” you whispered, feeling tears prick at your eyes. Enid kissed you again, her fingers drawing little shapes into the skin of your waist.

#divider creds : cafekitsune #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x fem!reader #carl grimes x platonic!reader #the walking dead #twd #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #twd x fem!reader #the walking dead x fem!reader #enid rhee #twd enid #enid twd #enid rhee x reader #enid rhee x fem!reader #enid the walking dead

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jaehunnyy · 1 year

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Flawless.

Genre: fluff, comfort, angst if you squint

Word count: 0.6k

Pairing: boyfriend!Jisung x gn!reader

Warnings: usage of pet names (my love, beautiful, angel, my star, baby), mentions of anxiety, Jisung has a panick attack, crying, cute confessions, possible grammar mistakes

Requested by: @shakalakaboomboo (song: Mary On A Cross - Ghost) __________________________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

You and Han Jisung weren't dating for a lot of time, but what you surely knew was that you were made for each other. Your dates were filled with laughter and happiness, and just looking at him could bring you the comfort you needed. You thought it was all perfect; he seemed absolutely flawless. Though, maybe, you needed to experience some hardships together, in order to grow even closer to each other.

Jisung thought he had everything under control. He was aware that his anxiety was still there, but he seemed to forget about everything that could happen when he saw his lover’s beautiful eyes. You were his comfort, but he was so scared to let you see this side of him. Scared to lose you and everything the two of you crafted in this beautiful love story.

He found himself thinking about the worst again, as he felt the stingy venom of his anxiety kicking in. He tried to calm down, but the thoughts overflowing his feelings seemed to win the battle. He was screwed. The tears threatened to slip on his delicately sculpted face, and he fought so hard to make them disappear, but with no result. He wished one of his friends was there for him, but the environment of the room he was in screamed loneliness. He started to search for his phone, breath and hands shaky, and a whole mind glitching over the same thought: how would you react if you found out about his "problem", his beautiful flaw.

You, on the other hand, were worried to death. You took the first taxi you saw to get to him on time, after the nine calls he missed from you. Jisung used to answer immediately and let you hear his honey-like voice, but not today. The time seemed to stop on its track right there, and everything irritated you; you just wanted to know that your boyfriend was fine. As soon as you got to his apartment, you knocked a few times, breathing heavily from all the running–locked. You took your spare key from your bag and unlocked the door, and your eyes widened instantly at the sight. Your boyfriend was crying on his knees in front of the bed, his hands moving like they were searching for something.

“My love! What’s wrong, beautiful?” you asked worriedly, kneeling next to him and cupping his cheeks softly.

“P-please don’t look at me… You don’t deserve to see me like this…”

As much as it hurt to hear him talking like that, you needed to help him. You wiped his tears softly, before pressing a feather-like kiss on his eyelids.

“I’m here for you, angel. I promised you I will be here for you at both your best and worst. Please, tell me what happened…" you pleaded him softly, looking in his teary orbs.

“I struggle with anxiety… I was scared to tell you, I didn’t mean to scare you and make you leave me… I never meant to let you see this–”

You interrupted him with a little kiss on his hand, then led it to his heart, pressing it there softly.

“Baby, your beauty never ever scared me. I care about what’s in there, the love you carry. You deserve the whole world, my star.”

His face got burrowed by his pearly tears, happy ones this time.

“I love you, my angel. So, so much,” he whispered between his sobs, hugging you tight to his chest.

You could hear his heartbeat, and it made you smile. The closure you had with him, the promise that everything will be alright, all these little things made you aware of the bright future waiting for the two of you, even if it meant getting through some obstacles together. Your love was stronger than any hardship you went through, and you were ready to show the world that nothing could bring you down when you were together.

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panda-puma · 5 months

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(I am sorry in advance, because you unlocked a ramble I've had in me since I saw Zoro and realised that Oda looked at the Cool Manga Dude Archetype and said "no" and made our Mossball capable of wide, wide smiles (which are apparently lost post-timeskip but that I ignore, I am not looking, I am still pre-timeskip, I am soaking every smile and grin) 300+ chapters in and I still am riding the high of love at first sight, when it comes to OP. one day I might find flaws but for now it is perfection incarnate 😂😂😂)

aw, it's sad hearing how the anime kills characterizations. especially with core characters. Nami disgusted by Sanji!? c'mon, why would you do that, anime-writers 😭

to taint any relationship in OP, where the relationships are what makes it such a good read 😭

it's true that when Sanji gets more spicy, what makes his reaction tolerable is how the girls just shrug it off. they care not! they feel safe around him! Nami pranced around him in bikini, and our boy was more interested at first in flowers 😭

thank you so much for movie recommendations! ❤❤❤

I absolutely adore the story and the characters! and the writing! I've cried like a baby while reading OP more times than I've had while consuming any other media. it just hits you in the heart with sniper accuracy ❤😭 and then makes you cackle like a witch. rinse and repeat. i love it.

(reactions still dictated by the story up to the very start of Impel Down) I'm still trying to fully put my finger on what exactly makes me love OP that much but I think that what gets is how much trust there is between the characters. how easy they love each other. (Zoro and Luffy? dear god, they are so good. 100% trust.) and how silly they can get. It's rare that I love absolutely everybody, yet here I am: I'm collecting my silly little boys and girls like pokemon. I will catch em all. gimme more.

I cannot get enough how emotive the characters are. when they smile it lits up the sky. when they cry I cry with them. when they goof off I watch them fondly but when shit hits the fan, I read with baited breath how my silly little goobers get serious. there is a whole rainbow of emotions and I adore it.

(Sorry for taking so long to answer! this month went by extremely fast ;v;UUu if i take too long to reply you can talk to me privately too, i don't mind!)

Don't apologize for passionately loving things! It's the best way of living! ❤

Oda writes characters so well, that even in their comical exaggeration, still feel like real people to me. Everything is for a reason, even the dumbness (that i absolutely love xD it's just amazing to me that even that has its reasons and wraps so well with everything)

And yes, sadly the Anime really kills characterization... Nami and Sanji's relationship is completely changed. They are not really friends in the Anime. Nami is not kind, ever, and Sanji is just interested in her as a sexy object. They are not friendly with each other... when in the Manga is obvious that they are friendly and chill most of the time.

Sanji adores her, yes, but in the Manga he is not just there to be her slave and please her. He has dreams and a beautiful relationship with Luffy too, something that the Anime decides to completely erase from existence...

The Anime transforms all the characters into one note (the one that they decide is funny for children or to sell merch): Nami is the girl who only screams and hits the others, Sanji is just the pervert idiot who fights all the time, Luffy is just an ugly goofball with nothing between his ears, Zoro is serious guy who is the comical relief and screams all the time, Chopper is a baby, Robin is a mysterious woman (who gets jealous of Chopper paying attention to other women)... etc etc etc

They are so reduced to this roles, that when something they can not edit out of the original story (because it's an pivot point in the story) happens, it even looks out of character!

Of course a lot of this is also amped up by the amount of continuous filler the Anime has, where they just butcher the characters even more...

It's a lot of work and as you see I am a slow writer xDu but I really want to get deeper into writing about how the differences matter a lot.

I hope you've continued with your reading and have even more to share! OvO please feel free to talk to me again

Again: very sorry for taking so long to answer ;v;U my audhd threw me off everything very hard this past month

And finally I don't really agree with what people say about Zoro losing his smile post time-skip... at least in the Manga! The Anime can look like he doesn't smile so much anymore, i guess...

I feel like Zoro's default expression is calmer after the time-skip ^^ you can see how he is not frowning all the time like before, and he still has his cool smiles!

Beware a bit of Spoiler ahead!

Have some non-very-spoilerish images of him smiling post-time skip, just in the first arc post time-skip:

#ask #roronoa zoro #nami #black leg sanji #monkey d. luffy #tony tony chopper #nico robin #comparison #one piece manga #one piece anime

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hyuckilstan · 2 years

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Lovely - J.Wy ༊·˚

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, smut angst?

Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!reader

Cw: praising (like a lot), fingering, excessive use of ‘baby’, lovemaking, (I think that’s about it)

Summary: Wooyoung finds you crying about your insecurities, and he will try his best to convince you that you are perfect to him

Wc: idk like 2k words?

a/n: its been a while :)

☽·Masterlist·☾

“Babyyy I’m homeee~” Wooyoung enters your shared apartment putting his stuff away, he was just finished with practice and missed you badly. He just stood there for a while after not seeing you show up to jump on him and hug him like you usually would.

So he thought you were not home, and walked to the bedroom to see if you were around but nope, his eyes then laid on the bathroom door, he walks towards it, twisting the knob.

Unable to open it, he just assumed you were taking a shower, “Babe?” he calls for you. You were immediately startled by hearing your boyfriend’s voice on the other side of the door.

You had been cooped up in your bathroom, battling your insecurities and a raging headache made you more sad and angry at yourself than you should ever be, lately you felt like everything was going downhill, you didn’t tell Wooyoung in case it made him worry too much, especially with his tight schedule.

“Ye-yeah?” your voice was barely heard, but it was somewhat noticeable that it has gone raspy due to crying, which you hoped Wooyoung didn’t catch up on when you sniffled but then again, he knows you too well.

“Babe? Are you okay?” he asks, his tone slightly different now, “I- I don’t know,” you answered and you could tell Wooyoung was worried without even seeing him.

“Open the door for me would you? I wanna see your pretty face?” he says and gosh this man loves you too much, which you never understood why, you felt as if though you never fit to the beauty standards, or wasn’t that good at cooking or being a helpful muse to him.

But Wooyoung begged to differ, you were everything you thought you weren’t, in other words, you are perfect to him.

You wiped your tears as you unlocked the door, opening it while hanging your head low unable to face your boyfriend, Wooyoung frowns at this, and slowly he lifts up your chin to wipe your tears for you with his thumb whole cupping your face, “Hey pretty,” he smiles warmly and you immediately break down in tears.

He pulls you into his embrace, his hand patting your back and raking your hair, “Shh shh, I’m here baby, Wooyoung’s here,” his calm tone gives you comfort you wish you could always have.

“What’s wrong lovely?” he asks pulling you away to cup your face again as he looked at you with adoration and heart eyes, but still, it hurt him to see you like this

“I just- felt sad and insecure, its nothing Woo,” you force a smile as tears continued ti flow down your cheeks, he wishes he could convince you that you were an amazing person, and had nothing to be insecure about, that you’re everything he’s not, heck he believed that even your flaws were flawless.

“It’s not nothing love, you’re literally so amazing, you know just what to say and what to do to make others laugh, you are caring, considerate, diligent, modest, you know how to comfort people and make them feel loved, you’re a walking happy virus.”

“Not to mention you’re adorable and smoking hot at the same time, that’s a dangerous duo.” His last sentence makes you laugh which brings Wooyoung happiness, he loves how he can see your smile and hear your laugh everyday for free, and he always makes sure to tell you that as well.

“I swear you have the cutest laugh,” he smiles, “You flatter me too much,” you joke and he plants a kiss on your forehead as he whispers, “Too much isn’t enough,” your stomach danced with every word of praise and assurance that left Wooyoung’s mouth, he himself knew just how to make you feel better, and you couldn’t thank him enough for that.

“Baby” you hummed as you looked up at him, “Can I kiss you?” he asks, unsure if he could just do it, with you being in this state, however, he was filmed with happiness when you nodded as you said “Yes please.”

Wooyoung’s soft and familiar kiss immediately makes you feel fuzzy and warm inside which makes you wonder what you did to deserve such a person and vice versa.

He is just so whipped for you you don’t even realise it.

His kiss was sweet and sensual as always, making your heart flutter, he pulls away for a second, making you whine unintentionally, chasing after his lips again, to which he tuts, pressing his finger to your lips.

“Bad girl,” he giggles and you felt as if your heart skipped a beat with how and the way he said that, “Jump,” he said and you did as told, jumping onto him as his arms secured you by your thighs, he then continued to kiss you, but this time more passionate and fervent.

His tongue entered your mouth, and you had a hard time catching up with him, he walked towards the bed, gently laying you down while his lips now started to travel down your neck.

You breaths hitched as his hands snaked down along your sides to your thighs parting them slightly, a pink shade of blush dusted your cheeks, feeling the heat between your thighs almost becoming unbearable, “Can I take these off baby?” Wooyoung asks, tugging on your shorts, the last thing he would want is to make you uncomfortable.

You responded with a nod and Wooyoung smiles, starting to pull your shorts down, “Thank you baby,” he thanks you as he pulls on one of your thighs above his shoulder, kissing your inner thigh.

You watched intently, feeling his breath fan your cunt through the now soaked panties of yours, “So wet and pretty,” he coos at you and you feel embarrassed yet aroused, so aroused.

He pulls your panties aside, his fingers finding your clit to rub it with the right amount of pressure, a soft moan leaves your mouth when he pushes two fingers inside easily, causing Wooyoung to smile, “I just know my baby so well don’t I?” he says somewhat proud.

Well he did know you well, from the very beginning Wooyoung found your whole mysterious personality intriguing, so he was proud he could be the only one to read you like a book, basically studying what you liked and didn’t like.

You simply nodded, not knowing what else to say. He then starts pumping his fingers, all while his thumb was rubbing on your clit, your hands gripped on the bed sheet feeling his fingers do wonders inside you.

While Wooyoung looks up at your expression, feeling proud of how good you seem to be feeling, gosh with you biting your lips like that and- squirming- fuck. He himself couldn’t help but feel so aroused, his pants uncomfortably tight now.

The wet sounds fill the room and you feel your cheeks burn up, only wanting him inside you right now, “Woo” you said in a quiet tone, “Yes baby?” he responds immediately, continuing his ministrations.

“Please...inside” you whined breathlessly, and the moment you said that Wooyoung felt himself getting even harder, even grinding against the bed momentarily, his fingers leave your wet hole, and he licks them clean leaving you flustered.

“Don’t worry baby, you taste great,” he says as he starts pulling his pants down along with his briefs, you watched intently as his length springs out, the tip pink and angry with pre cum oozing out, he was...so hard it made you clench over nothing.

Slowly, he starts to spread your legs again, moving between them and leaning down to kiss you, “Baby,” he starts kissing along your jaw, “Hmm” you hum, both as in response and arousal as he started to rub his tip along your folds.

You gasped when he enters suddenly and Wooyoung chuckles lowly, “Sorry, you just look so pretty,” he compliments you while tucking some strands of your hair behind your ear.

He then proceeds to lean closer to connect your lips, he has you melting under him and Wooyoung knows it, ego fills him when he thinks of how you allow him and only him to do these things to you, that alone is a blessing.

“I’m gonna start moving okay?” he mumbles against your soft lips, “Mhm” you hum while nodding slightly, giving the assurance he needs to pleasure you as much as he can.

His hips start moving slowly, his length filling you up so well, already hitting the right spots, as expected of him. “Oh fuck baby you feel so fucking good,” he grunts, his kisses gradually getting sloppier.

You whimper against the kiss, your arms travelling behind his neck, “S-so good,” you say in a whimper as the movement of his hips becomes more rhythmic and faster.

“Yeah? That feels good?” he asks, pulling away from the kiss to give you both some time to breathe, “Yes...fuck- faster woo.”

Wooyoung smirks, taking a pillow and placing it below your hips to make it easier for him to go faster. “Your wish is my command,” he says right before diving back into your kiss and moving even faster.

You moan loudly, the kiss silencing it a bit, his arms travel up your waist to your breasts to squeeze them, your bodies were uncomfortably sticky with the sweat, but that can be forgotten, as long as Wooyoung fucks you so well, his lips were now attached to your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin.

Your moans are like music to his ears, sweet and pretty, just like you, you could clearly hear the wet sounds, the contact of your skins, his lips traveling along your body, you got even wetter the more you paid attention to the filthy sounds.

Wooyoung lifts himself up and grabs your arms, pressing them down the bed and interlocking his fingers with yours, which has you screaming internally, he knows just how to make you go crazy its unbelievable.

“Woo,” you call his name, he hums focused on not to break the rhythm of his hips. “I’m close” you say and he grunts, his hips faltering when you clenched around him.

“Fuck, now I guess I am too, just wait baby, lets cum together,” he says and you throw your head back, just taking the pleasure Wooyoung gives you while holding back your release for him, which Wooyoung finds so cute.

His hips start to falter, but his thrusts deeper, and with more force, “Oh fuck!” you curse out, wrapping your legs around his hips as your release becomes dangerously close.

“Fuck!” he also curses out, and at that moment you know he had cum when you felt his warm seeds painting your walls white, a loud and extended moan leaves your mouth as you also started to orgasm around his cock.

Seconds later, Wooyoung once again leans down to kiss you, this time a quick peck, but still filled with the same type of love and adoration behind it. “Baby you did so well,” he praises you as he pulls out of you.

Wooyoung gets up, going to the side of the bed to lift you up bridal style, “Let’s get cleaned shall we?” he smiles at you and you mirror him, snuggling onto his chest,

“Woo”

“Yes baby?”

“Thank you....so much, I don’t know what I would do without you,”

“Don’t mention it baby,” he shrugs it off as he places you down the bathtub.

“Gosh I am really blessed to have you in my life,” he says while staring at you lovingly, enjoying how easily flustered. Now surely,

You realise just how precious you are to him.

Taglist: @amangooo, @yeo-hehet, @zen626, @enivivs, @hwanchaesong, @riboism (lemme know if you wanna be added, removed or if I forgot to add you ^^)

#ateez fluff #ateez smut #ateez ff #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #kpop smut #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung smut #wooyoung ff #wooyoung fanfic #wooyoung x reader

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fallen-arm · 2 years

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Earlier, I made an untagged post on my main about Noah's character after chapter 5 and the beginning of 6, and was surprised it got a few likes and reblogs from people who don't follow me. If there's actually demand for Noah character analysis I can do much better, so here's a longer analysis of Noah's story up to the beginning of chapter 6!

Spoilers below the cut, obviously. Also, please note that I haven't played much more than the beginning of chapter 6, so please no spoilers for the rest of the game!

In my original post, I said that Noah has the potential to be a selfish person. Here I'll take it one step further and say that Noah is a selfish person, it's literally his fatal flaw in N's case. He would rather give in and stop fighting for a better world to accept the world as it is if he can live a comfortable life with M, even if it means hurting other people and M herself. This is what Z calls the endless now.

Like N, Noah hates to fight, it's his natural instinct to avoid fighting, to surrender to the path of least resistance. The first time you really see this flaw is during the flashback where he got lucky seven from Riku. Noah lies to others about not being able to summon his weapons to avoid fighting. Riku calls Noah out by accusing him of wanting his friends to die, the natural outcome of rolling over and accepting what's coming at them rather than fighting back. Even after Riku gives Noah lucky seven, he still refuses to draw it in battle, he's letting it sit in its scabbard, not fighting with the full extent of his power.

The first time Noah uses lucky seven, to cut colony 4's flame clock, is a deeply significant moment for Noah's character. It represents the first time Noah's truly chosen to fight back. I don't think it's a coincidence that Noah uses it to destroy the flame clocks. Clocks display the present, the now, by destroying one with lucky seven Noah is metaphorically cleaving through the endless now, choosing to fight over rolling over and accepting Moebius's present.

Even after this moment, and after Noah starts to use lucky seven to cut through other colonies flame clocks, he's not really giving it his all. If he uses lucky seven, it's just briefly pulling it from its scabbard for an attack or to slice a clock. It's an improvement over not using it at all, but it shows that Noah is still holding back.

Another aspect of Noah's character that indicates his selfish nature is his relationship with death. Noah says that the reason he became an offseer was because he had to know the meaning of the smile he had seen on multiple people as they died. Noah thinks it's a smile of pity, because they get to move on, to leave behind the violence and chaos of the world and stop fighting, while he and everyone else are left behind living. Noah's desire to not have to fight anymore is so strong that he can't help but project it onto Crys, onto Joran, completely missing the real point of their smiles.

Both of these negative traits of Noah's born from his selfish desire to take an easy way out of fighting come to a head at castle Agnus. Noah makes the choice to fight and entrust the future to the ouroboros candidates if they don't make it, a decision that really shows his growth up to that point, but he still won't give it his all. He still won't wield lucky seven to its fullest potential, he still holds back in battle. And for that, he loses to N. The party are imprisoned, can no longer summon their blades, and Noah tries with all his physical strength to break out of the prison. But he doesn't once try to call on lucky seven, something Riku points out on the day of the execution. Noah's lack of conviction to fight, his refusal to truly give his all, is what results in Mio's (or rather, M's) death.

Only after her death and smile does Noah realize what the smile really meant. He finally realizes that it's not pity, it's them pinning their hopes, their dreams for the future on him. In this moment, Noah is once again offered the choice, to give into the endless now, as he's been doing on some level the entire story, or to draw his blade and fight. And, for the first time in the game Noah chooses with all his conviction to fight. He quite literally draws his blade and uses it to cut a better future instead of the endless now.

Noah is the last main party member to truly find their conviction, the entire story up to this point has focused on the rest of the party finding their own reasons to fight. But when he does, it allows him to become far greater than N. For the first time Noah is fighting with all his strength for a world better than the endless now that has tempted him for so long.

#xenoblade chronicles 3 #noah xenoblade #i have a lot of feelings about noah okay #he's such an interesting character

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hongjoongscafe · 2 years

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Blind Beauty

{one}{two}{three}

Pairing: blind!hongjoong×insecure!reader(grace)

Genre: fluff, angst, implied smut, nudity

Summary: only the mind's eye can see the true beauty.

Warnings: none for this part.

Word count: 8.5k+

Masterpost

*DO NOT REPOST, PLZ*

Love is blind, but when we close our eyes, we see with our hearts.

~ Sara Bareilles.

~~~

Saturday morning was pretty busy for Grace. She spent time making sure everything was alright. She took the cushions, removed the seats of the couch, and let them sit under the sun out on the airy balcony. She double-cleaned every single thing.

Yunho was sitting on the dining table chair. He observed Grace. His heart fluttered seeing she was putting so much effort to make the surroundings comfortable for Hongjoong. He almost laughed when he saw her bringing a brand new fluffy cushion out of the dryer, along with new cushion covers for other cushions. He swears he saw a furry white cover, different from others, in the pile in her hands.

"You do know that Hongjoong is blind, right?" Yunho questioned

"Yeah...?"

"So why are putting in so much effort? He won't see it," he reasoned.

"Yeah, but he can feel it," Grace made a 'duh' face.

He observed her a bit more before speaking again.

"Grace?"

"What now?"

"I'm happy for you." She looked at him with confusion. "I have never seen you this happy in years. I hope this works for you."

"I am always happy... What do you mean?" She mumbled.

"Grace, honey, drop the act. Oky? I have seen you struggle. I have seen you crying your eyes out. You don't need to pretend to be someone you are not. Okay?" He walked close to her. "Be real with yourself and me too..." He kissed her forehead and hugged her.

"I feel different when with him," she said.

"I hope it's a good one?" She nodded with a smile. "Alright then! You continue with your cushion madness, I'll go and grab some snacks and decide the menu for dinner," Yunho said and let go of her. She wiped her teary eyes and chuckled.

"Okay. But order food from a good restaurant." Yunho gave her a thumbs up and left.

Grace was standing where he left her. She was again lost in her thoughts. Yunho is right. And she knows it, there was no denying it. Although, she did live in denial. Her life was okay until the game of dating started. Every girl has always dreamed of a prince. Someone who would love them regardless of their flaws. Every little girl has dreamed of a happy ending. Where the prince keeps his princess happy forever. But it's not always like that. Not all girls find a man or prince who would keep them happy or secure. Some men dare to turn a happy and secure girl into an unhappy insecure girl, just like Grace herself.

She was a happy girl. Always filled with energy, ready to face the world with her weird humor. Always smiling. She was in love with herself. Always had confidence in herself and her looks. But it all changed after she started dating. Maybe she was not meant to date at all. Maybe she was meant to be alone. If there is a thing like fate, then she is not in its good sight.

Yuho, she was grateful that he was her best friend. He has been there with her whenever she fell. He was there to treat her wounds. But wasn't able to heal those scars. Not that she minded. It wasn't his job to do that. She had to heal those herself. Was it that easy? Like, just out of nowhere, they will heal themselves? The answer was a big No. Those are tough scars. They won't heal that easily.

Healing takes time.

More than one can estimate.

~~~

"Your apartment smells different, " Yeosang noticed.

"The cushion covers are different," wooyoung noticed.

"The couch seats are more fluffed and soft," Jongho noticed.

"The rug is well vacuumed," San noticed.

"Grace is glowing," Sofia noticed.

"House looks warmer," Maya noticed.

"There is a cute cushion as well," Mingi noticed.

These are Yunho and Grace's circle of friends. Most of them have been friends since they were in kindergarten. Mingi came along in middle school. Maya and Jongho became part of the group in college. Yunho and Grace were the oldest friends. They were together even before their birth. Their mothers would always talk about how their unborn children will become best friends. Well, that was a perfect assumption they had.

They all luckily started working in the same city. Their bond was stronger than ever. But for Grace, she was still alone. There was a huge void that needed to be filled. There were many things that her friends couldn't help with.

"Well, Ms. Grace, care to enlighten us about these changes?" Sofia demanded.

"I wanted to a-add some things and clean p-properly," dammit voice.

"Really?" Maya raised her left eyebrow not buying her poor reason.

"Of course, why would I do all the cleaning otherwise," she sheepishly grinned.

"Exactly! Why would you do that?" Yeosang asked.

"Ah, stop guys. Leave her alone," Yunho mocked. "Let the girl be happy."

Grace glared at him and turned around to bring snacks and drinks for everyone. She was excited to see Hongjoong. At the same time, she was nervous about how her friends would react. Although Grace least cared about what they said, they were going to be happy in her happiness anyway. But still, the questions and opinions related to this were quite prominent.

"No, but seriously, why all this? I'm so damn sure that this much is not for Yunho and Mingi's engagement —" Sofia was cut off by the doorbell.

Grace quickly jogged towards the door to open. Seeing her excitement, All of her friends looked toward the door to see what was getting her excited.

She excitedly opened the door with a big smile and was greeted by Hongjoong and Seonghwa. They both looked so good. They weren't wearing something out of the ordinary but they looked handsome… especially Hongjoong. He was wearing a graphic t-shirt that was tucked loosely into his black skinny jeans, and combat shoes.

"Good evening, Grace!" Seonghwa pulled her out of her trance.

"Ah, good evening, Seonghwa and Hongjoong!" She greeted them with a blushing face. "Come on inside."

"Hello, Grace," Hongjoong shyly greeted.

"Hi," she blushed.

"Seriously, what the hell is going on!?" Sofia asked. "Who are they?" She whispered to Yunho. He shrugged and asked her to wait.

Grace brought them inside and made them sit. She pushed Jongho away to make Hongjoong sit where the new white fluffy cushion was.

Looking at Hongjoong's stick and distant eyes, they all figured out his uniqueness. They all look at Grace, many questions running through their mind. This party was supposed to be for close friends. Not that they minded but still the explanation was much needed.

"I know your horse minds are running far away but hold them for a minute," Grace said. "First, we introduce. So, these two are my new friends. This Seonghwa and this… Hongjoong," she said Hongjoong's name shyly.

Everyone in the room was able to grasp it. Grace's cheeks heated when she noticed what she did. But she cleared her throat to continue the introduction but Yunho's voice interrupted—

"This is him," Yunho smirked.

"Oh! So he is that guy who got our Grace whipped," Wooyoung clapped excitedly.

It was silent for a second. All the people in the room shifted their gazes toward Grace. It was making her nervous. She felt her body heating up. But for some reason, she wasn't afraid to talk about it. There was this feeling at the back of her mind that said that this was the right thing to do. Hongjoong felt so natural to her.

"A-ah…" she nervously chuckled. "I-It's nothing like that, Wooyoung," she sent him a glare.

"What!? Don't glare at me. I just know what we talked about that day when I visited you guys," Wooyoung pouted.

"We didn't talk about anything!" Grace's voice got higher in pitch.

"Ah, you are such a liar! I remember your exact words! They were like—

'Well, he looks around our age. He is so nice and sweet. I just wanted to spend more time with him. He was humble and our interests match…'" Wooyoung mimicked her. "Don't lie to us!"

Grace wanted to run away and hide. It was true that she said that but saying it in front of the man himself was embarrassing. She wanted to run away and hide somewhere no one could find her.

She stood there frozen, not knowing what to do. What if he didn't like her? What if he stops being your friend? What if he is uncomfortable!? No! She looked at Hongjoong with a horrified look on her face but it softened when she saw him. He was blushing and smiling, his face was deep red. He looked cute. His reaction gave her some hope. It made you feel like she could have him. And she wasn't going to give up.

Grace looked up at Yunho who was looking at Hongjoong too. His gaze shifted towards her and his smile widened. He nodded as reassurance. Yunho felt bad for saying it out loud but he knew he had to, otherwise, Grace would have never said a thing. He knew his friend was head over heels for this kind man sitting on the couch with the new cushion.

Seonghwa was so invested in this. He was happy that his best friend found someone. Now he knew his duty as well, to bring them together. Yunho made it easier for him. Seonghwa looked towards the said man and gave him a knowing smile. In return, Yunho winked.

"Ahem, then I would say that our Mr. Kim has been talking about a pretty lady with whom he went to the library and spent a handful of quality time," Hongjoong's eyes widened at Seonghwa's words. He could hear the smirk in his voice.

"A-ah," Hongjoong was at a loss of words.

"Ah! No! You better ask my girl out on a date, man," Maya said in the excitement of the moment that was being unfolded so shamelessly.

"Mhm, or you ask him out, asshole," Wooyoung exclaimed to Grace.

It made Hongjoong giggle. He wanted to ask her out but his disability left him insecure. He thought that Grace probably wanted someone perfect. Someone who could look at her beauty and appreciate it even more. He was unaware of the fact that he was the only person who appreciated her beauty even with her flaws. Although he was blind he accepted her immediately. It could have gone extremely wrong but he 'trusted' her.

"Grace?" Hongjoong's sweet voice echoed. He extended his hand for Grace to take, and she happily did. He stood up facing her and smiled softly. "I don't know if you actually want to but… would you like to go on a date with me?" He asked nervously.

Grace was emotional. It felt like he was proposing to her and not just asking for just a mere date. It was her first time feeling so important. After many failed relationships that were once "serious", it was refreshing. She wanted to live this feeling over and over again. The butterflies in her stomach and the uneven heartbeat in a pleasant way were all she could feel.

" Yes, Hongjoong. I will go on the date with you," Grace whispered.

"OH HELL YEAH!" Wooyoung and Sofia exclaimed while others were looking at them with heart eyes.

"Finally, your loner ass will date now," Mingi teased.

"Ah, that's not true," Grace playfully pouted and helped Hongjoong sit back.

"Now are we gonna introduce and begin our party?" Yeosang, who was enjoying the cheesy scene, spoke.

"Yes, so they are all my friends. You already met Yunho. So there's Mingi, San, Yeosang, Wooyoung, Jongho, Sofia, and Maya. Mingi is Yunho's now-fiancé," Grace acquainted them.

"It's nice to meet you all! And congratulations to both of you!" Seonghwa grinned.

"Yes, I hope we will get along. Also, I hope Yunho and Mingi, that you both live happily forever," Hongjoong shyly mentioned.

"Thank you, Seonghwa and Hongjoong. It means a lot to us," a heavy voice said. Hongjoong noted it as Mingi's since Yunho's were a little lighter.

"Ah, this is nice! Now we have more people in our group!" San said.

"Correct Sannie~ now come on, get your ass up and help me," Grace said. Hongjoong grasped onto the voice as San's. It was high-pitched. He could feel that the man was cat-like. But he couldn't be so sure for obvious reasons.

"Mingi, your sister didn't join today?" Maya asked.

"Ah Maya, she was busy. She will join us at the family dinner," Mingi replied.

'Maya,' Hongjoong noted. He figured out Sofia's and Wooyoung's voices already. Both were obnoxiously loud. Not that he complained.

"That's much better. Last time we couldn't even drink properly. She is like a little witch,"

"Jongho! She is my sister," Mingi pouted.

'Jongho… check,' Hongjoong mentally nodded.

"But she always does this. It's not like we drink all the time," a shy voice remarked.

'Ahh, this must be Yeosang…,' Hongjoong thought after listening to a shy voice. Seonghwa quietly giggled at Hongjoong's cute habit of memorizing people's voices.

"Yeosangie, you know Mingi loves his sister and won't listen to a word against her…" Sofia said. "Even though we know she is a mother-type friend," she teased.

"Leave her alone you all. It's alright. We should focus on Mingi and Yunho," Grace came back with more snacks and San was carrying some drinks.

"Yup, so how did you propose?" San asked.

Both Yunho and Mingi shyly looked at each other. They were an example of true love. There was nothing that they wanted in return, just pure love. At their lowest, they both stood with their lover. If one was the backbone the other was the blood of the relationship and together they formed a heart.

For a long time, everyone was worried about these two lovebirds. It was a bumpy ride but they held onto each other. They fought but came back running into each other's arms. Sometimes, Grace envied them. But she was happy. If her love life was crappy, she wanted her best friends to have the best… even if it left her alone sometimes.

"It wasn't something new," Yunho rubbed his nape. "I just took him to the carnival nearby and proposed to him there."

"It was the best!" Mingo exclaimed with excitement. "He proposed to me when we were on the Ferris wheel. We were at the top and then he gave me this really romantic speech and then he asked me to marry him and gave me this ring!" He showed off the ring. It was a ring band with a tiny diamond in it.

Everyone cooed at the couple. Their cheeks were burning red. They were perfect for each other. Always understood each other better than anybody. When one would not pick up the call, they would go nuts and call everybody around them to ask if the other is alright.

"You guys, you make me feel single," Wooyoung whined.

"What!? Why? I'm here. Do I love you enough!?" San spoke.

"Ah, but just look at them… you? You just sit there and play with that stinky cat of yours and do nothing," Wooyoung huffed.

"If you want to play… Daddy will play with you without any hesitation, baby boy," San smirked causing Wooyoung to choke on his drink.

"Eww," everyone groaned or gagged.

That's another beautiful couple. They clicked the moment they laid their eyes on one another. They have been together since day one. Grace still remembers that day when they were in kindergarten—

"Hewo, I Sannie~" the young San introduced. "Can me sit heah?" He asked in his high-pitched voice.

Young Wooyoung looked at the cat-like boy standing in front of his table where he was sitting with his friends. San's sharp eyes were so captive.

"Pwees. Heah. With mwe," Wooyoung patted the seat next to him where the cat man sat happily.

Although they started dating later after high school. Until then, they were scared to ruin their friendship. It all started with San overhearing Wooyoung when he was talking to Sofia about him being scared to tell San about his love and losing him. But that's when San stepped in and confessed his love to the loud man. San would be lying if he said he wasn't scared but after knowing that his Wooyoung loved him too, he didn't let the opportunity go away.

The songs were playing, drinks were being taken on loop and everyone was munching on the snacks. It was a nice environment. Grace was feeling nice to have her loved ones around her, even if it was for Yunho and Mingi. She felt like there were many people for her. To her surprise, everyone was chill about Hongjoong. They, so far, didn't do anything to make him feel like he didn't belong there. They asked him many questions and poured him many drinks and helped him get his favorite treats. She also figured that Hongjoong's taste in music was better than anyone.

Grace found Hongjoong standing in the corner near the slightly opened window. She came closer to him.

"Hongjoong? Are you alright?" She asked.

"Oh, yeah! It was getting hot in here so I wanted to take some air. I figured this is a window," he replied.

"Ah, you could have opened it properly. It does get hot in here when there are these monkeys around," they chuckled. Grace opened the whole window and helped him outside. The cool night breeze kissed their faces. The summer nights like this were Grace's and Hongjoong's favorite.

"Yeah, this is so nice," Hongjoong smiled.

"Mhm," Grace looked at him, his face reflecting moonlight. He was flawless. There was not a single tension line on his face or dark circles under his eyes. His face was crystal clear and glowy. She was sure that the moon was jealous of his beauty.

"If you don't want to go on the date, I understand," Hongjoong's features turned into sad ones while saying this. "There are many wonderful men out there who are perfect and… and are fully functioned."

Grace took her time to process his words. She totally underestimated Hongjoong's feelings. Of course, he was insecure about his uniqueness. But it was hard for Grace to make him understand that for her, he is the most perfect man. Because one with the eyes snatched her happiness and made her insecure about her own body.

"Oh, hush. I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't want to go on a date with you… And don't say that they are fully functioning. They might have the light of eyes but the light of a rational brain is fused… I think you are better than them in all aspects… I feel like we have hope…" she shyly confessed.

Hongjoongs eyes got teary. He remembered the librarian's words. He understood where Grace was coming from. They were similar in many ways.

"Mhm," he nodded, not trusting his voice. In the darkness of his eyes, he felt the light of togetherness.

They stood there for a long time and enjoyed the comfortable silence. The nice cool breeze and each other's warmth were keeping them occupied. The times when they were together, the weather seemed to be nice and romantic.

~~~

-Hongjoong's standpoint-

"So how do you feel?" Seonghwa asked me when we came back to my place.

"Good," I said with a smile.

"Yeah? You were so flustered," Seonghwa teased.

"No, I was just… stop!" my cheeks heated up.

"Hmm, going on a date I see. You must be so excited," I smiled at Seonghwa's question and nodded. "You and the pretty lady were standing outside on the balcony for so long, what were you talking about?"

"Ah, nothing. We were just standing there out in the cool breeze and nothing else," I said and stood up to go to the bathroom to get ready for bed. But I stopped when Seonghwa hugged me from the back.

"I wish you the best, my friend. I think she is the one for you. I wish you could see the stars in her eyes whenever she looks at you. I hope this works," his words made me a little sad. Only I know how much I'm dying to see her. But alas! I can't. I scoffed at my disability, bitterly. But I felt so happy that Seonghwa was concerned about me. I love him as a best friend. He has been there for me forever.

"Thank you, Hwa. I hope we- we work out at the end," I whispered and turned around to hug him better. I didn't know I needed that hug.

It was a good day. Grace's friends were so nice and they accepted me without any hesitation. I felt like I belonged there. Her friends are like her… But she is a bit better:)

~~~

-Third person's standpoint-

"Yunho!" Grace called.

"What!?" He came into her room. "What the actual fuck?" He looked at the mess around her room. All the clothes were hanging around. He rolled his eyes and caught a piece of cloth roaming along with the ceiling fan. "How the hell did that get up there? What is going on, Grace?"

"Today is my date, remember!?" She spoke from inside her closet.

"It doesn't mean that you are going to trash your room," he made some space on her bed to sit.

"I don't have time for that. I don't know what to wear," she got out with a huge pout on her face. "What do I do?" She mumbled like a kid.

"Wear anything you want, it's not like he is gonna see it anyway," Yunho said without knowing.

"You say that one more time, you won't be able to walk again," her serious voice sent shivers down Yunho's spine.

"I-I didn't mean to," he whispered. "I'm sorry," he got up and hugged her.

"It's okay. But no more, please," Grace patted his back. "Help me now."

"Grace, you have so many clothes. You are the founder and CEO of your brand. How are you confused?" Yunho frowned.

"I want to be comfortable. But I want to wear something good," she whined.

"Ah, let's put together a dress for you," Yunho got up and opened the window in her room and observed the weather. "It's pleasant outside. I think the usual warm evening will be there… So…" he tapped his chin and snapped his fingers and went into her closet and dug in deeper through the pile of clothes.

After a few minutes, he handed you an outfit. His forehead was covered in sweat. "Now, go in quickly and get ready. It's already late," he ushered her in while wiping the sweat off of his forehead.

Grace quickly took a shower and did her skincare routine and dried her hair and styled them naturally. Then she got into the outfit and put on some makeup. She looked pretty. The simple natural makeup looked so pretty with her white flowy dress that fell just on her mid-shin. Along with it, he gave her a short summer jacket. For the accessories, she wore tiny stud earrings and a thin golden choker. To give a nice final look, she wore beige-colored pumps. Overall, she looked comfy yet beautiful.

"You look like a doll," Yunho smiled at his masterpiece. "Now if you hug him, he will feel nice and comfy," he winked.

"Shut up," she smacked his chest lightly. "I am going now. Please, for the love of your gayness, keep this place intact when I come back," she kissed his cheek and opened the door.

"Don't worry. You won't be disappointed," he waved her goodbye and showed her thumbs up.

~~~

Hongjoong was nervous. He was sweating crazy. Within two hours, he took shower three times. Seonghwa was teasing him for being this nervous but also helped him get in a decent outfit— a white-collar t-shirt with some dark blue jeans and sneakers.

"Seonghwa, I think I'm gonna pass out," Seonghwa laughed at his best friend.

"Don't worry, Hongjoong. It's gonna be alright. She will think that you are just perfect," he patted the shorter man's shoulder.

"Okay," with that they left. The whole ride, Hongjoong's legs were shaking up and down. Seonghwa never saw him this nervous. Grace definitely had an effect on him.

Hongjoong was early. Seonghwa got him a comfortable seat and wished him luck. "At least kiss or something. Don't fail me!" He left.

"Oh look at him. What do you think about why he is here?" Someone on his left asked.

"Probably, for a date," the other person said.

"Huh, a date. Guess what, they are gonna ditch him," a lady said. "I mean, I wouldn't want to be with someone like him, he is a burden," she scoffed.

They continued to make him feel bad about himself. He was so close to ditching Grace. He knew that Grace wouldn't leave him hanging but he didn't want her to think that he was a burden or a liability to her. But then he heard the restaurant bell ring.

Grace entered the restaurant and looked for Hongjoong. When she spotted him, he looked stressed. She was ten minutes late already. Maybe because I was late,'she thought and approached him.

"Hongjoongie~" Grace called. "I'm sorry I'm late. I was- was unable to find the right outfit," she shyly mentioned.

"Ah, no problem!" Hongjoong giggled but shied when he felt a pair of soft lips on his cheek. "I'm sure you look beautiful as always."

Grace was touched by his sweet gestures. Seeing him all flustered was something she started to enjoy. She liked the feeling of his silky skin on her lips. "You are so handsome, Joongie," she held his hand.

"Stop, you make me blush," they both laughed at his cute nose scrunch.

"Well, I do think you are the most beautiful creature out there," she continued.

"Oh, she is a crackhead. Why him? She seems so wise but her choices are shitty," the person from before said again. Grace heard it but ignored it, thinking that they were talking about someone else.

"I think I saw her in the magazine. Isn't she the founder and CEO of that brand called The Glorious?" Oh, now she knows about whom those assholes were talking about.

Grace being Grace, she excused herself and turned towards the group of three people. She gave them a bitter smile.

"Excuse me. I don't remember asking your opinion on my relationship with this handsome man in front of me. Hm. Honestly, you guys are so handsome too. But, well, I'm sorry that you all have ugly personalities. Hopefully, that gets better sooner, you know. It's not healthy to be… dick heads," she turned back to Hongjoong and smiled sadly seeing his sad expression. "And Joongie, I love to spend time with you. I- I adore every single minute of you," she held his hands. "I hope you know that what others think doesn't matter to me. It should not affect us. Please, don't let them get to you. I-I don't know if I can take that," she said in a shaky voice.

Hongjoong held her hands tighter and smiled. He never felt so lucky. She was a miracle for him. He has been to a few dates before but they all either ditched him or never got back to him. There were times when they left him in the middle of the date. I was new to him, someone taking a stand for him.

"I know, I won't," he felt a little guilty for thinking about ditching her at the beginning. "I love to spend time with you too."

The three other people felt utterly humiliated. They paid for their food and scurried away quickly, hiding their faces.

That's what they deserved, to be humiliated. Saying that a person with some special abilities is not well enough for them is shameful. They needed to have a taste of their own medicine.

Rest of the date passed by peacefully. They ordered their meals and talked about everything and anything. They discovered more interesting things about each other. Hongjoong was so talented and did many things. He was a public speaker as well. Many organizations contacted him to speak about being self-reliant. Grace was feeling so proud of the man. He was unstoppable.

After their main course, they left the restaurant and strolled around the streets. Grace wanted to hold his hand but was too nervous to do so. She looked up at him, his cheeks were slightly pink, and his lips had a sweet smile. The streets were rather empty, not in a creepy way. She could hear some people chatting and the tapping sound of Hongjoong's stick. Gaining some confidence, she intertwined their hands and a huge smile crept on her face when his hands closed around her and gave her a little squeeze.

"Haaaaa, it's a beautiful night!" Grace exclaimed. "I wish the time could pause here," she dreamily said.

"Right? I want that to happen as well," he giggled. "I-I am so thankful for you. Thank you for everything you did for me since the day we first met," Hongjoong was feeling emotional. This was the first time that he felt needed by another person who was not his parents or Seonghwa. It was the first time that he felt like his date was actually worth it. Every single time they talked, they helped each other heal from insecurity.

Grace felt more beautiful around him. He was a gentleman he needed in her life. A nice soft-spoken person. He values everything in his life and never complains about anything. Things get difficult, she knows, but he was stronger than grieving and giving up. Even though he was hurting, he had built more will to live and achieve things in his life.

Hongjoong was normal but the way his world worked was through the darkness.

"Oh, there is an ice cream truck! Shall we go and have some? Pweez," Grace asked like a kid making Hongjoong laugh loudly.

"Sure, go ahead," he said in between his laughter.

Grace dragged the laughing man along with her to the truck. She looked at the flavors mentioned there with her sparkling eyes. She repeated the flavors for Hongjoong to choose from.

They bought their ice creams and walked to the Han river. There the pair sat on the bench and enjoyed their ice creams along with the summer evening air.

Grace looked around, the colourful world looked so beautiful. The lights of the tall buildings and the moon shined over the river. She wondered if Hongjoong ever thought about this beauty that she was blessed to see. There were many things wrong in this world but in times like these, the world looked so perfect and gorgeous.

But that wasn't the most perfect or beautiful site at all. That was the man sitting on her left. It was the most eye-catching site in the world, his innocent face, and personality. She looked at him. Her eyes followed his features and landed on his lips. They looked soft and pink. All she wanted to do was explore them as much as she could.

"Hongjoong?" He shivered when her hot breath caressed the side of his face.

"Yeah?" He whispered.

"C-can I kiss you?" Her breath got heavy.

Hongjoong's mind blurred. "Please," he consented.

He felt her cupping his right cheek and rubbing her nose against his. Their lips brushed together and then he felt her soft lips against his. Their lips melted into each other just perfectly as if they were made to be kissed. Her lips felt warm against his as his soft lips kissed back. It was immature at first but they got hold of it. The lips moved in sync with the other. It felt so warm and comforting. The inner thunderstorms calmed down and fell into the deep feeling of the romantic treasure.

They pulled apart to take a breath. Oh, he wanted to look into her beautiful eyes and see the love they poured. He felt so helpless. But her hands held his head and caressed his hair making him melt into her touch. Her forehead rested against hers, the breath fanning over his face.

"Joongie… you make me feel like a different person. You make me feel things I never felt," Grace sobbed. "You make me hypnotized in your charms," she kissed his forehead and looked into his eyes. They were shedding tears as well.

"You say that like you don't do things to me," they chuckled.

The couple stayed like that for a few more moments. It felt like their paths were engaging with each other. The raw feeling of security and belongingness felt so pure and addicting to both of them.

The time passed rather quickly. It was already getting late and Seonghwa was waiting in front of a nearby bus stop. Hongjoong and Grace walked there, hand in hand. He would kiss her knuckles and make her giggle. They both looked lost in their own happy town. A town where there was love and peace, no one was hurt in that town.

"Look at you two! Ah, I'm not single but damn you both make me feel like one," Seonghwa's voice pulled them out of their town. "But I'm not complaining. My girl and I have a lot of fun, you know," he smirked.

"It's just a beginning. You will be seeing more, you know," Grace teased. "Right Hongjoong?"

"Mhm, right," Hongjoong giggled.

"Alright then. Come on in Hongjoong. We shall go now," Seonghwa came to them and held Hongjoong's hand.

"Grace, how did you come?" Hongjoong asked.

"I came here in the cab," she replied.

"Oh, then we will drop you home. Come on in," Hongjoong offered.

"No, it's fine! My apartment is not so far from here. I can go," she assured them.

"No, Grace, we insist," Seonghwa smiled and opened the back seat for you to hop in.

Leaving no place for arguments, she sat in the car. Seonghwa helped Hongjoong in and quickly got in the driver's seat and started moving. The ride was quiet. She looked outside the window and watched the world passing by. In no time, Seonghwa stopped in front of her building.

"Thank you so much for dropping me," Grace thanked.

"No need to say thank you. It's alright," Seonghwa winked at her, friendly.

Grace got out of the car and knocked at Hongjoong's window. Seonghwa lowered the window.

"Joongie, thank you for today. I loved our first date. I'm looking forward to more," She kissed his cheek.

"I loved it too. And yes, we will plan our next date soon… come here," he asked. Grace came closer to his face. His hand found her face. Tracing his fingers along her cheeks, he found her lips and gave them a quick peck. It made Seonghwa's eyes wide as a round table.

Blushing, Grace giggled and got away from the car. After saying good night, she went back to her apartment. The drunk butterflies were dancing in her stomach.

~~~

The next morning, when Yunho woke up, he saw Grace humming to herself and was making breakfast. Her hair was wet after the shower and her skin was glowing and looked fresh.

"Someone is definitely having a good morning," he said while sitting on the island stool.

"I, indeed, am," she smiled widely, something Yunho didn't see enough.

"You went on the date yesterday! Fuck! Did you fuck!?" His eyes widened along with his smirk.

Grace laughed at his reaction. "No, no. We didn't fuck but we did have a great time together. We had dinner and then we bought ice cream from the ice cream truck. After that, we went and spent some time at the Han river… It was wonderful. Nothing sexual, but we might have shared a kiss," she mumbled.

"Bitch! Tell me the details! We work on details. Detail!!!!!!!" Yunho cheered.

"Ah, no wonder why our neighbors complain about us. And there is nothing much in detail. We just had a great time and then Seonghwa came to pick him up and then they offered to drop me here so that's how I came back. And when I came in I was looking for you but you were asleep," she recalled.

"Yeah, I was sleepy yesterday. But it's fine now… How did you kiss? Who initiated it? How was it?" The curious cat perked.

"So, we were sitting there and I kinda got lost in his existence and initiated the kiss. It was romantic and sober. It felt like my whole world fell on the right path. It was heavenly. I didn't want to leave his lips," Grace thought about that moment.

"I'm gonna get diabetes if you will pour this much sweetness here," Yunho giggled. "I'm so excited for you two!" He got up and walked toward the bathroom, "I'm gonna go and get fresh."

~~~

"Yah! Hongjoong!" Seonghwa called while entering Hongjoong's apartment.

Hongjoong came out of the bathroom, the towel was resting on his shoulders and his hair was still dripping. "What?"

"Ah, you didn't talk about your date yesterday. So I came in today to get the details," the smirky voice made Hongjoong giggle.

"Why do you need to know everything?" Hongjoong groaned, playfully.

"Because," Seonghwa helped Hongjoong to sit on the couch, "that's what best friends do."

"Oky," he giggled. "Well, it was great. I felt so important," he shyly smiled.

"Yeah?" Seonghwa smiled at his best friend.

"Mhm. She was so nice and gave her whole attention to me… she even shut off the people who were talking bad about me," Hongjoong mumbled and looked sad.

"What people?" Seonghwa frowned. "Tell me everything, Joong."

"Well, when I was waiting, there were a few people at the next table, and they saw that I was blind and started talking about how my date or whoever it is not gonna show up," he said in a small voice.

"Joong, you know they were just insensitive people who don't even have an ounce of brain and humanity," Seonghwa held Hongjoong's hands and sat on the floor in front of him.

"I know," the younger whispered, "but they got into my head and I was so close to leaving that place. I thought she wouldn't show up or well, might not want to date me."

"But she did and she protected you," Seonghwa gave a gentle squeeze.

"Don't you think I should be the one protecting her and not the other way around?" Hongjoong sarcastically said. "I feel like I'm weak. From the moment I know her, she has been protecting me. I feel useless," he scoffed.

Seonghwa thought about his friend's feelings. It was of the rarest times when he would share his insecurity with him. It made Seonghwa genuinely concerned about Hongjoong.

"It's not like that, Joong. When you truly love someone, there is no stronger or weaker person as long as you both give mental support to each other. And you both share your responsibilities. Like, she takes care of what you can't see and you take care of what she can't feel. She protects you from the assholes who think you are less than anybody and you make her feel loved. You break the walls that she built around her heart. You make her be herself. Why the hell are you so sad? All I see is that you two fit perfectly like puzzle pieces," Seonghwa got up and opened the breakfast bag that he brought. "Don't think too much. You are gonna ruin what you have with your insecurity. But if you think too much, I would say talk to her. Putting your views on your relationship in front of her might help you feel better. You should talk when you sabotage yourself."

Hongjoong thought about what his best friend said. He was well aware of the fact that his mind is playing tricks on him. He was being manipulated by his past experiences. All of the dates he went to and most of the people he met, they all ended up making him feel bad about something that was out of his control. It was almost like his actions and thinking were being directed by those people. He needed to sort it out before his thoughts ate up his relationship.

"Here, eat something then we have to go to your parents for lunch. They asked me to bring you earlier, they want you to meet someone as well," Seonghwa informed.

"Who do they want me to meet?"

"I don't know, they said it was important. That you should be there before eleven."

They ate their breakfast in silence. The thoughts were running wild in both of their heads.

~~~

"Grace!" Sofia whined. "Tell me the whole thing. Why are we so lagging?"

Sofia and Yeosang visited Grace to know the whole Hongjoong scenario. They were so amazed by Grace's flushed look.

"I have never seen her like this. I must say, I was worried that she was sick," Yeosang chimed in while Grace was laying on the couch with a blank face. She was looking at the ceiling without blinking.

Yunho wanted to laugh at what a tiny man did to her. She was never like this. "Are you sick, Grace?" He asked.

"Mhm," she sighed. The other three got concerned after listening to her heavy sigh.

"What happened? Should I take you to the doctor?" Yunho quickly got up and kneeled before her.

"A disorder happened," still not blinking and it made them worry.

"What disorder?" Yunho caressed Grace's head.

"HGMHD," she sighed again.

"Huh?" They said in unison.

"Hongjoong Got Me High Disorder," she pouted.

"Grace! You scared us!" Sofia hit her with the cushion.

"What!? You asked what happened," Grace sat up properly, and Yunho got up and eased next to her.

"So we agree that we are whipped for him… hmm?" Yunho smirked.

Grace groaned and covered her face, "I don't know," she whined, "it's so confusing."

"What is so confusing?" Yeosang questioned and grabbed an apple to nibble on it.

"I don't know… What if Hongjoong doesn't like me?" She combed her fingers through her hair in frustration. "What if he is doing all of this as an act of kindness? He probably wouldn't even look at me if he had his eyesight," Grace's lower lip wobbled.

"Oh, Grace," Sofia got up and hugged her. "You still stuck at those crappy remarks from your ex-dates?"

"I mean, they all said similar things when they left," Grace sniffled.

"But that doesn't mean that that is true," Yeosang held your hand.

"Right. They all were assholes. I'm not gonna lie but you always dated shitty people, Grace," Yunho tsked making her chuckle.

"I have to agree on that one. You did indeed date a bunch of shitheads. They were all filled with the fire of sex. I don't think that they ever saw you. All they wanted was to get their STD-activated dicks wet. It's not your fault," Sofia wiped her eyes.

"I agree!" Yunho exclaimed.

"How do their words even get inside your skull? I remember the old you. You used to be so in love with yourself," Yeosang got the flashback of her happy days when she would always be happy and cheerful.

"You know, insecurities only creep in when someone points them out. I know I was so satisfied with how I looked. But… now, when I think about it, it's just that they make sense somehow," Grace sadly smiled.

The silence dropped onto them. It was a fact that Grace said. Bodies are something that we can never change. People pointing out the flaws that we never saw are as cruel as murdering anybody. It kills someone's confidence and makes them fall into a huge hole of self-hatred. Comparing yourself with others who have perfect bodies is so heart-wrenching. We forget how we are so unique and blessed with oh-so-perfect figures. The beauty standards that others set are so pathetic. No one can tell anyone what a hot or perfect body is. All are beautiful. Regardless of their weights, heights, sizes, curves, features, race, or nationality, they all are marvelous. It's a beauty on its own. We always forget that we are natural art. Our flaws make us who we are, they fill in the details of our personality and make us a distinct and unique piece of art.

The hope of someone loving Grace was so low for herself. Her insecurities were like a truck and her body was like a leaf that came under that truck. Society, the modern society was the biggest denigrator, and the people like Grace and Hongjoong were the biggest victims.

"But what they say is not true," Yunho whispered.

"I know…" Grace hugged Yunho. "I will try to work on it," she promised and stood up. Stretching her sore muscles, she stepped towards the kitchen. "So kids, what do we want to eat? I'm hungry," she cheered the mood.

"Ah, I'll order the pizza. You should come back and sit with us. We still need to know how the Hongjoong thing happened," Yeosang excitedly said.

"You not gonna let it go?" Grace blushed thinking about Hongjoong.

'There is no going back for my feelings now,' Grace mentally sighed… happily.

"You should have hit her face with that $1000 bag!" Sofia exclaimed after Grace told them about how she first met Hongjoong.

"I know, right? She was annoying," Yeosang ugh-ed.

"Hm. I was feeling so bad about this whole thing. He didn't know that that bag was going to be there," Grace said.

"Ah, but I'm proud of you, Grace," Sofia patted her back. "You took a stand. It was necessary."

"These people need to be put in their places. How could anyone say that?" Yeosang said.

"I know. But what happened next?" Sofia asked.

"Then we went to the library and we talked a bit then we went to the book shop to buy my books and then I dropped him back at the cafe," Grace smiled.

"Why did you leave him back there? You could have given him the lift to his house," Yeosang loudly thought.

"Well, I did ask him if I could drop him at his place but he said that his friend is gonna pick him up and all," they all nodded. "Ah, anyway. We are going to our parents this weekend. Do you two want to join us?" Yunho's ears perked at Grace's offer to their friends.

"Yeah, you should join us. It's been a while," Yunho said.

"Well, I am going to Jeju Island with my cousins this weekend. So, I'll pass. Maybe next time," Yeosang smiled.

"And Maya and I are flying to Busan for the seminar about skincare," Sofia's eyes sparked. "I told you, remember?"

"Ah, I forgot that it was this weekend," Grace nodded to herself.

"But as Sangie said next time!" Sofia grinned. "Tell your parents that we sent good wishes."

"Sure, Sofia. But we all should make a plan for it. My parents miss all of us," Yunho chimed.

"Mmhm, mine too," Grace said.

"Grace, your parents have been waiting for you for so long. I'm sure they would want to spend their time with you only this time. I mean after the dinner," Sofia pointed out.

A gloomy mood spread on Grace's face. She missed her parents but had very little courage to go back. She didn't want to show them her dejected phase. They were going to break if she did that. No good parent wants to see their children go through something that makes them hate themselves. For them, their children are the most handsome people in the world.

"I hope it goes well," Grace sighed.

~~~

Grace was working out at her place on the balcony, and Yunho was at Mingi's place. She was doing planks when her phone rang. She got up and wiped the sweat off of her forehead and looked at her phone.

BAE💓

She smiled and picked up the call immediately, "Hello?"

"Hi, Grace. How are you today?" Hongjoong's honey-like voice echoed from her phone.

"Hi, I'm doing great, Joongie. What about you?" Grace walked onto her balcony and leaned against the railing and looked at the world passing by.

"Ah, I'm fine now that I listened to your voice," he giggled.

Grace exaggerated a gasp, "you flirted with me!?" They laughed.

"Oh, do you not want me to?" Hongjoong teased.

"I never said that," she mumbled.

"Oky, so I can flirt as much as I want," he chuckled.

"I mean, you can," Grace picked on the skin around her nails.

"Well, we will do that, no doubt. But I was thinking about yesterday," he began.

"What about yesterday?" Grace asked.

"It was the best date I ever had. I enjoy being with you," Grace's heart fluttered. He didn't say "enjoyed" but "enjoy". It made her inner self somersault.

"Yeah?" He hummed, "I loved it too, Joong. I love to spend time with you. I adore it so much," Hongjoong blushed and chuckled. He never got this much attached to anybody but Grace.

"That's nice to hear… So I was thinking if we could go out on a date?" Hongjoong hesitated.

"Ah! Yes! Please. We can go," Grace's excitement made Hongjoong giggle. "When do you want?"

"This weekend maybe?" He brushed his hand through his hair.

"Oh, not this weekend. Yunho, Mingi, and I are going back to our hometown for a dinner party with our parents for Mingi and Yunho's engagement," Grace's face fell.

"Ah, it's alright. We can go out some other day," Hongjoong suggested.

"Hmm, are you free next Tuesday evening?" She asked.

"Yea, I'm free in the evening," he recalled his schedule in his head.

"Oky, great! I know this nice restaurant. They have some of the best food around here. We can go there for dinner. What do you think?" Grace asked.

"That's fine with me," Hongjoong smiled.

"Oky. And I want to ask you something," Grace shyly said.

"Go on,"

"I was thinking if I could pick you up that evening?" She questioned.

"Sure!" Hongjoong smiled widely. "I'll ask Seonghwa to text you the address," he said.

"Oky cool, we'll meet on Tuesday!" She chimed.

"Yes. Have a nice day, Grace," Hongjoong wished.

"You too!" And they hung up.

This made both of them happy. They both were thinking about talking about a few of their self-doubts to each other. Hopefully, this dating relationship turns into more.

In the end, they both made each other feel worthy.

{Three}

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Sanaa's note:

Ahh, I hope you liked this part! I don't know but I'm kinda proud of this fiction. But anyway, I always appreciate the feedback💓

The behavior of all the characters is visualized.

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*original pictures are not mine, I just edited them*

Have a nice day/night💓

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