#🎐 — growing pains!

[suhnshinehaos]

growing pains : epilogue

series synopsis : people say that you’ll experience three kinds of love in your lifetime. the first is an idealistic love, the kind that feels straight out of a fairy tale. the second is the hard love, the kind that will leave you with lessons about yourself and the love you want and need to experience. finally, the love you never see coming. this is the story of your three loves. pairing : svt 97 line x gn!reader genre/s : non-idol au, coming of age, angst, fluff, my attempts at humor

epilogue : a fourth kind of love

previous  ➤  act three, part twenty growing pains ➤  masterlist 

[ under a cut, it's a long one -- happy reading! ]

from reese, with all my love <3

my oh my.... this series is around two years in the making, and it has now reached its end it feels bittersweet to let this particular one go.

but if this series has taught me anything, it's that life will always move forward, and we carry love with every step we take. i truly hope this series resonates with you in the many forms love can take, how it transforms and moves through us, the platonic and romantic.

this series is about the three types of love, but in yn i also hope to show you a fourth -- which is why i ended on yn's twt about themself. growing pains has taught me so much, allowed me discover so many things through yn and the different arcs they have gone through. i hope it does the same for you.

thank you so much for reading and going through this crazy journey with me. i'd love love love to know what you think! get in the replies, the reblogs, the asks -- let's relive and close out this chapter together <3

i hope you're all well and i'll see you again soon

[deadghosy]

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BEING BEST FRIENDS WITH AANG:

prompt: being the same age as Aang, mostly the avatar has it perks considering you two are polar opposites

🐚 ྀ࿓it’s dead ass funny seeing two 12 years argue who sheds more, momo or appa. Katara would have to pull you off of Aang before you slap this little Mr clean head ass boy.

🐚 ྀ࿓for shits and giggles, you have definitely got launched in the air. You were begging Aang to just launch you in the air. Because you always dreamed of it since you met this airbender.

🐚 ྀ࿓Aang is pretty much protective of you if you can’t bend. So if you are a non bender, you better believe this boy makes sure you are by his side at all times of the traveling. Even after he finishes the Hundred year war. He’s the avatar, of course there’s still petty ass people after him.

🐚 ྀ࿓now if you weren’t a non bender and had a bending skill of some sort, he is still protective of you. You could be a master at bending, and this dude will still make sure you are behind him in danger. You two are such a powerful duo when bending, now a good trio is you, toph, and Aang at all once.

🐚 ྀ࿓you two are basically platonic soulmates who are always found by each other. Like that one time you went to go shopping at a market, and Aang followed you secretly since it’s his job to protect you at all time. Or that one time you lost Aang in the crowd and he immediately found you by your voice in an instant.

🐚 ྀ࿓”I’m gonna kill that asshole…” “please don’t.” Those words basically describes your friendship with Aang. Literally after Aang got his grow spurt and he was taller than you, you better believe this now wise boy would put you on his shoulder to drag you away from fights.

🐚 ྀ࿓you are the chaos in the peace and he is the peace within the chaos. You two are two peas in a pond, yin & yang. You have your moments where it’s the opposite sometimes. But where’s the fun when you create the problems whilst Aang has to drag you away from causing more problems.

🐚 ྀ࿓smack his head…he dares you. He knows you do it for jokes. But this boy is tired of having red hand marks on his head and feeling the painful burn.. if you did one more time, he is actually putting you in rock time out. You could try to get out. But this airbender is making sure he is having a kick out of this.

🐚 ྀ࿓when training with Aang, he tries to go easy on while you don’t. Of course you care about Aang deeply like he does for you, but you ain’t no pussy. You literally used chi blocking on him cause he hesitated blasting you away with his airbending. At the end you had to smack his head for trying to not blast you. And of course he still didn’t learn his listen as he just dodges.

🐚 ྀ࿓Aang is very affectionate person, everyone knows that. So of course he is holding your hand, waist if you allow it, wrap his arm around your shoulder. He might not be that much of a touchy person, but it feels nice to have the person that’s like his other half by him.

🐚 ྀ࿓cuddles is a must if you or him have a bad day. Yes you once snored while trying to move away from the airbender in your sleep. Aang wasn’t letting that happen at all cause he pulled you to his chest as he falls asleep.

🐚 ྀ࿓random arguments with Aang is also a must as you two argue over the most stupidest things ever. Say for example, your favorite book was gone. So you accused Aang of using it for something actually dumb. Aang got offended as he dramatically gasp and blamed you instead for being so dense for not keeping up with your stuff. And that’s where you would tackle him and start hitting his head. Mostly smacking his bald head cause it’s funny😭

🐚 ྀ࿓this sweetheart of an airbender will teach you about his culture. Now if you are part of one of the nations, you teach him your nation of course. It’s like trading Pokémon cards for more Pokémon cards. He will probably do something so you can wear an airbender outfit, just so people can see you two are best friends for life. Literally.

🐚 ྀ࿓I can see you trying to ignore Aang for something petty, and Aang is not having it as communication is key. He will literally pick you up over his shoulder and put you down so he can talk to you face to face. He’s serious about you, so of course he’s not letting you be this petty.

🐚 ྀ࿓yk how Aang had his hair grown out, yeah you actually liked it grown out like that. It was cute and you told him that in confidence. At first he thought you were lying so you can make fun of it. But when he saw how you kept playing with his hair. He actually was thinking about keep his hair grown out like this. His darkish brown hair was suiting on him. He’d actually fall asleep with his head on you as you play with it.

🐚 ྀ࿓Aang will never forget the moment he almost went avatar state for you. All because you wanted to be reckless and almost died. A fire nation soldier tried to burn you alive, but you were quick to dodge it. While for Aang, he didn’t get a clear view to see if you dodged it or not. So this man’s tattoos glowed scared and worried. Mostly angry if you died as he was about to burn the solider. Kyoshi was telling him to. But that all stopped when you grabbed his shoulder. Aang stops to look at you and hug you tightly, his heart went back to normal sped.

🐚 ྀ࿓to end this off, you guys are practically platonic soulmates who are made to be by each other’s side. Aang agrees and you, you just nod while you stuff your face in food. And Aang eats calmly compared to you. So if you choke on your food, he is smacking the shit out of your back worried if you actually choke on your food.

[kaixserzz]

eons adrift ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ wanderer x gn!reader

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🎐 ꒱ "i'll come and find you in every life celestia will give me." "that's not possible, you and i both know that." "watch me!"

 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ cw: character analysis-ish, mildly proofread, drabble but it's kinda messy, its more like an idea than a fic LOLLL im sorry, hurt/comfort

scaramouche took you for a naive fool, just as he was when oh so stupidly believed those words as kunikuzushi.

you are but a human. a mere breath of his everlasting eternity. a few hundreds of years and he would forget everything about you.

insignificant, you humans were.

frail.

vulnerable.

so so easy to break.

as he walked into the path of darkness; consuming him and turning him into someone he doesn't recognize in the mirror no longer—kabukimono, kunikuzushi, the love of your life, was long gone. memories like the leaves that turn yellow and crumble to ashes as winter approaches.

yet the winter will remain in his empty chest for as long as he walks teyvat. churning into a blizzard of ice cold pain, destroying everything around him as it grows. he continues to walk this wretched path he chose.

but then he met someone, rekindling the spark that was once there beneath his porcelain skin. trying to light up a burn out wick, to bring an end to his winter and bring forth the beautiful spring he was once.

scaramouche never thought he'd love again.

even after all through the pain he went from the doctor's experiments, after roaming the great expanse of the abyss, after becoming the balladeer, the 6th of the fatui harbingers, he still felt.

love.

happiness.

pain.

sorrow.

and regret.

he hates it, but he loves them, just as much as he loved you.

though he allowed someone new worm their way into his heart, he kept them in arm's reach. he cannot bear to be vulnerable to someone else. they were human, they were to die; he is a puppet, he is meant to live on forever.

but then he heard them say things only you would say. giving him lavender melons you bought off the market, accidentally calling him names only you would know.

he remember that promise you made him before you died.

"i'll come and find you in every life celestia will give me."

scaramouche did not understand what he felt when he realized that his new lover, was in fact, just a reincarnation of you. and just like that, your name burns back itself into his mind—a name he thought he had erased into obscurity, along with his past.

he was a fool, scaramouche thought. he laughed at himself, a laugh void of humor, nor joy.

it was your name, your first incarnation, just in a different language.

it appears that scaramouche didn't like this feeling. of bitter butterflies in his stomach, the familiarity when you try to get close to him, the same smile you had, the light full of love in your eyes—it was all too much for him.

so he left you in the snow of his ever growing blizzard. buried under the thick layers of freezing ice.

and again, to your next reincarnation. a fatui, a vendor, an adventurer, a knight, a scholar—male, female, neither, or all of them; tall, short, plump, slim, dark or light skinned,

he cannot bear to lose you just as he first did.

slipping by his fingers, to the one thing he is not affected by.

death.

he doesn't accept the fact that your love has led you back to him, again and again.

why do you even keep coming back? don't you know he's part of the fatui? don't you know what he has done? don't you know what he has become?

and yet you'd knock on his door, calling his name with your voice full of warmth, arms wide for him to take and allow himself to be called yours again—all he had to do was open the door.

he has kept a lock on it ever since he met you again.

worn down and rotten; chains all rusted, handle jammed and barely working. he approaches the door once again. this time, as wanderer. a better version of himself,

one that's finally willing to open the door to you.

but you weren't there anymore, waiting for him on the other side.

how could you? you were never there in the first place.

not with this version of himself.

not as the wanderer.

and maybe that was for the best. even though he cries himself to sleep at night for all the things he has done to you. weeping, as he curls onto the sheets, praying to the stars above in hopes you'd hear his heartbroken apologies, yearning for your love, your touch, your smiles—

this was his punishment for hurting you, for being a fool. he was underserving of your love, after all.

"hey, wanderer, was it?"

a new voice, someone unfamiliar. he refrained from sighing, for buer's sake, and instead took a deep, refreshing breath. he turns, and the stranger smiles brightly at him.

immediately, as if the winds of spring has hit him all so suddenly in the face. the fragrance of blooming flowers that was once buried under the snow, the sun shining brightly in the skies, and birds chirping symphonies.

like the mornings brimming with new found hope, the smell of dew sticking onto his clothes as he trace his fingers all over the a tree's trunk. like the the juices of a fruit he sank his teeth into, dribbling down the corners of his lips and down his arms.

warmth tingled on his skin, and his heart leaps.

"nice to meet you!" you say your name, a name he has heard hundreds of versions before, all so different and yet they all felt and tasted like honey dripping down his tongue. "i hope we get along."

"yeah," he says, almost breathless, as the tears begins to well in his eyes. his fingers tremble, and his smile grew wobbly. tipping his hat down to avoid your gaze, his voice cracks. "i hope so too."

his door was wide open, waiting for you come in.

you grin, and take a step inside.

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author's note: "i thought this was a dottore only blog? SHUT UP!!!!! SHUT UP!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹 IM MAD AT MYSELF TOO BUT THIS IS FOR @fatuismooches also new format because im too lazy to open my files :/ not back yet, i just wanna write this for the pookie 💗💗 ty for listening to me ramble like a madman ur single handedly gettin me thru it ong LMAOOO /lh

[koiiiji]

author’s note ; i know i promised a little bit different works… but… yeah.. and i hate editing in tumblr, i swear it was last tim editing in app bc draft suddenly wasn’t saved and whole part with sex scene was deleted. i tried to get it back, thankfully i use translator sometimes, but yeah… most spicy part is fucked up, but i have last working day tomorrow, tired as hell and stressed bc of how fcked up tumblr app works sometimes. maybe will edit it later. hope you still will enjoy. 🪄🪆

tw ; nsfw, f!reader, slight description of body shape, masturbation, p in v, established relationship, passionate

summary ; you gave taesoo little show after his long days and nights in forests on his mountain. + soft bonus in the end. 🥨🎗️💒🌌🧼🎐

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the moon hung low in the night sky, casting its ethereal glow upon the world below as Taesoo returned from hunting expedition. fatigue after another successful hunt gave pleasant thoughts about imminent rest and relaxation, and pain in the muscles reverberated throughout the body, forcing him to speed up his pace. with each weary step, he longed for the familiar comfort of home, the promise of solace and sanctuary beckoning to him.

but as he approached his secluded abode on his mountain, a sense of unease gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. there was a stillness in the air, there was no light in the windows, darkness that hung heavy like a shroud, as if the very earth itself held its breath in anticipation. pushing open the door, Taesoo's heart quickened with trepidation as he called out your name, the echo of his voice ringing hollow in the empty hallway. but there was no answer, no laughter to greet him, no warmth to chase away the chill that settled in the depths of his soul. furrowing his brow, Taesoo ventured further into the dimly lit interior of his home, the flickering flames of the hearth casting long shadows across the walls. and then, in the dim light of fireplace, he saw you.

spread out upon his huge bed like a vision from a dream, you lay ensconced in furs, your slender form illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the window and warm fireplace flickering. your fingers danced across your skin with a delicate grace, teasing and tantalizing in equal measure, as you lost yourself in the throes of ecstasy. for a moment, Taesoo stood frozen in place, his breath catching in his throat as he drank in the sight before him.

there was raw, primitive beauty, you bathed in the caress of moonlight and the warmth of the fireplace, cold and warm light played on your naked figure, he could see how almost every muscle tenses and relaxes, how the skin on the chest stretches, so that the ribs are slightly stick out, as the warm light cast shadows on your tummy, and the moonlight illuminated your collarbones, neck and shoulders. he saw how beautifully your chest heaved, trembling more and more with every movement of your fingers. Taesoo watched as your other hand reached to your chest, squeezing one and biting your lip,smiling, closing your eyes in pleasure and arching your back. he was mesmerized.

Taesoo felt a surge of desire coursing through his veins, a hunger so primal it threatened to consume him whole. like a hunter who had stumbled upon the most delectable prey, he couldn't tear his eyes away from you. with a hunger that bordered on desperation, Taesoo approached the bed, his movements slow and deliberate, but before he could reach out to touch you, you pushed your small feet onto his shoulder, a silent command that halted him in his tracks.

confusion flickered in his eyes as you gently pushed him to the nearest chair, your voice a soft murmur that sent shivers down his spine. “Watch,”you whispered, your words a seductive promise that left him breathless with anticipation. and so, Taesoo watched, sitting there, with his legs wide open,letting his own palm rest on the growing bulge in his pants. mesmerized, as you pleasured yourself before him, your movements fluid and graceful, each motion a symphony of desire and longing. he watched as you squirmed and writhed upon the bed, your body pure grace, sophistication and femininity, so contrary to his almost bestial habits.

with each circle of your finger, his own desire grew, a fire raging within him that threatened to consume him whole. he longed to join you, to lose himself in the intoxicating rhythm of your passion, but he remained rooted to his seat, waiting for your permission, until you will cry out for his help. and damn, how well he knew you, that a minute later you were stuttering and whining begging him – “Taesoo.. Taesoo baby… n-need you..” you plea hiccuping – “Need you right now..”

and what kind of man would he be if he made his woman repeat twice or even wait? without a word, he moved closer, his presence overwhelming in its intensity. as he reached you, he lowered himself onto the bed, his hands tracing a path from your ankles up to your thighs, sending waves of electricity through your body. the world outside ceased to exist; there was only Taesoo and the way his touch ignited a fire within you even more. his lips found your skin, pressing tender kisses along your calves, trailing up to your knees. as he continued his journey, his mouth caressed the inside of your thighs, the sensation both tantalizing and soothing. Taesoo's hands never stopped their exploration, his fingers dancing lightly over your hips as his lips moved upwards, kissing your stomach with reverence. he took his time, savoring every inch of you, worshipping your body with each touch and kiss. you felt cherished, adored in a way that transcended words.

when his lips reached the curve of your breast, he paused, his breath warm against your skin. he looked up at you, his eyes dark with emotions – “You ready?” he murmured against your skin, his voice a low rumble that resonated deep within your chest. the moment you nod shyly, he let go of low grunt and pulled down his pants, letting pink, sensitive head of his dick out, and slowly rubbing it against your begging pussy.

the lump of nerves in your stomach first tightens even more, then it seems to untie when Taesoo slowly enters you, stretching and filling you completely. with a strangled groan, he puts his hand on the bottom of your tummy and presses, just a little, to feel his length inside, and how painfully slowly he moves, forcing you to tilt your head back. – “Yes, baby, just like that..” your hair is scattered on the pillows, the sheets and furs are crumpled under you, and you arch your back more strongly, pressing your chest against Taesoo's chest. he slides his hand under your waist, pulling you closer and gently impaling you on his cock. – “Taking me so well, yes, little thing?”

he couldn't take his eyes off your face - illuminated by the soft light of the moon, eyebrows are raised worryingly, gaze is clouded, and the sweetest moans flow from your mouth.

releasing your waist and stroking you higher and higher, on your sides, ribs, finally hugging your back with one hand and walking along your spine, and with the other extending his arm above your head, interlacing his fingers together, taesu leaned on you with almost full weight, pressing into the mattress and slowly, steadily crashing into your hips

he buried his nose in the crook of your neck and shoulder, lightly nibbling and sucking on the delicate skin, thus claiming his right to you.

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the soft glow of the fireplace bathed the room in a warm, flickering light. Taesoo and you lay on a fur carpet, blankets and furs scattered around you, wrapped in the cozy warmth of the moment. the crackle of the fire was a soothing backdrop to the gentle whispers shared between you.

Taesoo's hand traced lazy, affectionate patterns down your spine, his touch sending shivers of delight through your body. you lay with your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, feeling the rise and fall of his breath. he murmured sweet nothings into your hair, his voice a comforting rumble that made you smile. – “You are my everything,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your forehead. you sighed contentedly, nuzzling closer to him, your fingers lightly trailing over his chest. – “And you are mine,” you replied softly, your voice filled with the warmth of your love.

the fire crackled and popped, casting dancing shadows across the room as you both lay there, wrapped in each other's embrace.

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[boba-beom]

Exactly!! Beomgyu's filthy mind is more seasoned than soobin, but not more than Yeonjun's though ( a mowajunnie so, hehe ). Their hips work so better than they know, be it them seasoned or not.

-🎐

oh for sure yeonjun has a mind of its own 😵‍💫 even tyunning have said hehe but I agree they're all too good, dancers tubatu let's go!!

I'm assuming you've seen some stages? were there any specific stages you liked in particular?

some setlist spoilers under cut!

I would say all, but ngl the srr with the korean traditional instruments arrangement was so pretty, and then I was so happy to see growing pain, dreamer, ghosting and quarter life :') those ones were my most favourite ones :>

[rainbowglitterandpixiedust]

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#i feel like i shouldn't reblog this bc it seems too personal but here i am

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

embrace your genuine wonderment for all the mundane things in life ☁️🍵📖

3 notes - Posted February 27, 2022

#4

I worked my whole life just to get right, just to realize everything I need is on the ground

3 notes - Posted January 4, 2022

#3

but i'm a peach...

In Love class one night when a girl said, “I know why I’m so despairing all the time. It’s because I want to be loved by everybody, and that’s a human impossibility. I could be the most delectable, the most delicious, the most wondrous peach in the world, and I could offer it to everybody. But there are people who are allergic to peaches. Then they may want me to be a banana.” And so often we become a banana for other people who want peaches. What a messy fruit salad. Isn’t it all right to say to them, “I am so sorry I cannot be a banana. I would love to be a banana if I could for you, but I’m a peach.” And you know what? If you wait long enough, you’ll find a peach lover. And then you can live your life as a peach, and you don’t have to live your life as a banana. All the lost energy it takes to be a banana, when you’re a peach!

“To love is to risk not being loved in return.” And that’s all right too. You love to love, not to get something back, or it isn’t love.”

“To hope is to risk pain.” And, “To try is to risk failure.” But risk must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing. The person who risks nothing does nothing, and is nothing. That person may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he or she simply cannot learn, feel, change, grow, live, or love. Chained by certitudes or addictions, that person is a slave. He or she has forfeited our greatest trait, and that is our individual freedom. Only the person who risks is free.

To keep you hidden, to lose you because of self-defeating ideas is to die. Don’t let that happen. Your greatest responsibility is to become everything that you are, not only for your benefit, but for mine.

Living, Loving, and Learning Leo F. Buscaglia

4 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

#2

I hope you know you're not alone Being confused ain't right or wrong You'll find that you're your own best friend And no, that ain't a fuckin' metaphor

I been putting work in healing myself Still got room to grow 🌱☀️🎇

4 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

how i grew in 2020 & 2021

✨ taking the time to do what i love and to recharge

🌱 doing things that benefit me but are uncomfortable

❄️ learning to let go of things i have no control over

🧚🏼‍♀️ taking time to meet the real me - not the expectations of who others want me to be

🌈 growing in solitude and independence from people

⭐ overcoming the fomo

⛲ realizing that quality over quantity also applies to relationships and learning to invest in the right friendships around me

🌷 resetting my standards and building healthier relationships

🍁 setting boundaries

☂️ letting people in without only presenting the good parts

🐢 learning to be more patient with myself and not expecting too much of me - or others

🎐 expressing and recognizing my emotions

🌻 acknowledging the amount of energy i actually put into my efforts

🍄 learning to hold space for my feelings

⛅ learning to balance feeling things and not wallowing

🌸 learning how to validate my feelings without staying stuck in them

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[sumeru-academy]

Say mommy.

synopsis: you and lisa compete to see who can get your baby to say their first word.

character(s): lisa minci.

warning(s): completely sfw including the title. teasing, already established relationship, mentions of adoption, klee.

note(s): female reader, second person pov, you guys are married by the way.

p.s: did you know palm trees are actually a type of grass rather than a type of tree?

⎯⎯mod angel 🎐

“Come on Malik!! Say mommy…mommy…”

Lisa cooed effortlessly at the young child sitting in front of her as he stared quizzically at his mother for making such weird noises with her mouth. Opting to just smile and gently smack at her face with his palms and making the poor librarian groan as he started kneading her cheeks like dough. Not having a clue in the slightest about what his mother wanted him to do. 

“Pfft, he slapped you,” you pointed as a matter-of-factly, mug of coffee in hand as you took a quick sip and went to go join your wife on the rug. “Has he said anything yet?”

“Hah…no…” Lisa grumbled as her son just flopped on his back without a care in the world and started sucking on one of his teething toys, “He seems more interested in sucking rather than speaking. As you can see…”

She gestured to Malik practically demolishing the duck-shaped toy with his canines, giggling all the while the duck was in pain. “I give that rubber ducky two days max with him…” Lisa chuckled, rubbing her child’s stomach with affection. “Any longer and we’d have to plan a ducky’s funeral…”

You giggled at your wife’s words and tried to ignore the image of your ever growing pile of demolished toys that needed to be thrown out. Thanks to your son’s super ability to shred anything with just his gums alone, you had to go back to the store this weekend for more.

Pushing the thought aside for now, you let yourself indulge in the quiet afternoon with your wife and baby, cooing affectionately towards Malik and playing small games with him and whatever toys he had left that haven’t been chewed. It was nice, having a domestic time like this with your family and having absolutely no interruptions or anything to possibly disrupt this time of bliss. 

It was really, really nice…

Until your wife jinxed it. 

“Malik, Malik, mommy, come on dear I know you can say it! Say mommy!”

“Really Lisa?”

You gave her an unamused look and your lover only sideways-grinned at you in response. “I thought you said the bet was off.”

“Well, now it’s back on again,” she flashed you a coy smile as she tickled under her son’s chin, making him giggle. “Mommy, come on Malik…! You can say it dear!”

“Oh heck no…” you quirked up a smirk of your own and tapped Malik’s cheek to redirect his attention towards you, “Malik! Malik sweetie, say mama…mama…”

Your son turned towards you and smiled when you smiled. Seeming to enjoy the attention he received from both mothers and squealing when the two of you tapped and tickled at his face. 

“Look at that smile!”

“Almost absolutely no teeth and yet he still looks just as handsome!”

Malik seemed to love all the attention and compliments you fired off the bat and gripped at both your fingers with his chubby hands. Smiling and laughing just like a baby should, but not saying a word despite the latter being what you two wanted the most 

“Ah…pooh, nothing?” Lisa pouted, “All that fuss and not even a fragment of a word…”

“Oh, don’t be like that Lisa,” you cooed, kissing the side of her forehead lovingly, “It’s okay to lose sometimes…”

“Puh— Lose?!” She stared at you in disbelief and threw one of Malik’s slobbered on baby toys at you, “He didn’t say either, which means we both lost, cutie.” 

She laughed as you tried to squirm away from the slobbery baby toy and winced, trying to wipe away any substance of drool off your shirt and smearing it back on your wife. 

“Hey!”

“Marriage has made you evil,” you snickered, “Well, eviler. Considering all you did to me back when we were dating— HEY—!”

“You minx!” She laughed as she threw a stuffed giraffe at your face, your son going absolutely ballistic as you continued to throw toys and stuffed animals at each other like school children. 

“Witch!”

“Minx!”

The two of you burst out into fits of laughter as each of you tried to pin the other to the ground and throw toys at one another to get back at them. Malik having the time of his life watching his moms duke it out, and clapping along to their squeals of laughter while waiting for a victor to emerge.

Unfortunately for little Malik, there was no victor in the end as the doorbell rang, signaling that someone was at the door. 

“Hah! I won— MMPF?!”

“Hush now cutie, someone’s at the door,” Lisa smirked as she pressed a finger against your lips to shut you up. “Now be a good girl and get off so that I can see.”

She patted at your thighs and you knew at that moment that you really didn’t win against your wife. I mean, sure you were on top of her now but were you really?

“I…ugh, yes ma’am…” you turned away from her in an attempt to hide your hot face and got off of her as soon as you could. Your wife smiling at your obedience and lightly tapping your cheek with her palm as a reward. “Good girl. Watch Malik for me while I see who’s at the door, hm? Maybe clean up his toys while you’re at it.”

She blew you a kiss and you swear you could blow out steam from your ears.

“Evil woman…” you scoffed, scooping up Malik into your arms and staring deep into his eyes. “You won’t be as evil as mommy will you? Archons I hope not…”

Malik just gave you a cheeky grin and blew a slobbery raspberry at you. Your face scrunching up as you held him away from your face to keep clean. “Never mind…it seems that you’re Lisa’s boy alright.” You made a fake gagging noise with your throat and Malik giggled in accomplishment.

“Auntie Y/N! Auntie Y/N!” The high pitched squeals of little Klee filled the room as a small weight collided into you from behind. Sure enough, the little elf girl was situated behind you and was now hugging the back of your legs as we speak. 

“WOAH—! Klee?!” You nearly jumped before realizing that you were still holding Malik. Forcing your body to ground itself as you caught your footing and looked behind you. “Klee? Is that you?”

“Yes yes yes it’s me!” Her cheery voice exclaimed, “Do you have Malik? Can I see him? Oh please oh please can I?”

“Forgive us for coming in on such short notice…”

Your head turned to see none other than acting grandmaster Jean waltzing into your living room as your wife Lisa followed close behind. A sheepish smile playing on the dandelion knight’s lips as she rubbed the back of her neck in hesitation. “You see, Klee just wanted to see Malik again so she could introduce him to Dodoco. She kept begging and begging…the only solution really was to go today…”

Jean laughed sheepishly. “I hope you don’t mind?” 

You smiled and shook your head. “Of course not! Malik has been in a very playful mood actually, so this would be perfect for him!”

“Auntie Y/N! You have him in his arms! Can I hold him? Please please pleaseeee?”

Now noticing the small baby in your arms, Klee raised her arms up to indicate that she wanted to hold him. Puppy-dog eyes showing that she was practically begging for you to say yes. 

And I mean, how could you not?

“Let’s sit down first,” you smiled softly, sitting down on the carpet while Klee followed pursuit, “Now hold your hands out like this…” you began fixing the position of her arms with one hand before gently setting little Malik onto her lap. 

You’ve never heard Klee gasp so hard.

“Master Jean! Master Jean! I’m holding him! I’m holding Malik!”

“Please be careful Klee…” Jean had the look of a worried mother, “Are you sure this is alright with you?”

“Of course it is,” Lisa chuckled, setting a hand upon her best friend’s shoulder, “You act like my child is made of glass, Jean. I’m offended.” 

Your wife playfully jabbed her and then motioned for you and Jean to sit on the couch. Most likely to talk and catch up all the while making sure Klee didn’t accidentally drop Malik on the floor.

“Make sure to support his head,” you called out to Klee, her only response being a thumbs up before calling “I will!” And grabbing a few toys to play with him. 

‘Ah…what a sweet older sister figure…’

“So, how has life with the baby been,” Jean started as a conversation starter, “Has he said his first word yet?”

“Sadly, no…” Lisa sighed, her hand going over to hold yours. “Ever since we adopted him from Sumeru he hasn’t even said anything close to a vowel. I’m beginning to get worried…”

“I’m sure it’s nothing to get nervous about,” Jean smiled reassuringly, “He’ll speak when he’s ready. After all, he is still a baby.”

You heard the laughter and giggles of little Malik on the carpet as Klee waved a Dodoco in front of his face. Luckily not an explosive one, as this one was all plush and no powder.

“Sigh, I suppose you are right…” Lisa hummed whilst stroking your hand. “We’ve just been so antsy lately in wondering what his first word is going to be. In fact…Y/N and I even set up a bet to see if he would say ‘mama’ or ‘mommy’ first. And so far? Nothing yet…”

“Yeah, but he’s totally going to say ‘mama’ first. It’s way easier than what you picked,” you grinned cheekily, your wife’s lips quirking slightly before dropping, “Puh! In your dreams!”

Jean smiled at your old couple-y banter and chuckled when the two of you started lightly hitting each other. Batting at each other like cats in a bath before Lisa started pinching the bridge of your nose in retaliation. 

“Ow!”

“Oh please, you should’ve seen that coming, given that I know all your weak spots.” 

“Despicable.”

You blew a raspberry at her —now Lisa knows where Malik learned to do that— and winced when she glared at you for clearly pushing your boundaries with her. 

“…Sorry.” You mumbled, your wife instantly brightening up and kissing your cheek. “It’s alright.”

“Ahem.”

You both turned to see Jean smiling nervously on the couch. “As much as I love witnessing your back and forth banter, I do feel as if I’m being a third wheel, yes?” Jean laughed. “You two sure never lost the spark though, the same old teasing shenanigans from many years ago never died…”

“Hmpf, at any age, Lisa will always be evil,” you stated without missing a beat. 

“Well, at any age, Y/N will always fall prey to my advances,” Lisa countered right after.

“Ugh. See?” You gestured to your wife, who only giggled like the evil woman that she was.

“Hehe, of course I see, after all, I’ve been friends with Lisa ever since—”

“Auntie Y/N! Auntie Lisa!”

Poor Jean never got to have a word in before your conversation got cut short by Klee. You shooting her a look of pity before turning to see Klee waddling over with baby Malik in her arms.

“Ah! Careful Klee! You shouldn’t walk with Malik on your own!” Jean shot out of her seat before you or Lisa could reach her, and helped support the baby’s weight even though he wasn’t in any real danger of falling 

“But but but Master Jean!” Klee stammered out quickly, “Malik said his first word!”

“HE SAID WHAT?” Both you and Lisa shouted at the same time, leaping off the couch and instantly getting up close and personal with Malik.

“Oh my goodness! Malik, you said your first word?” Lisa cooed excitedly, playfully pinching the little one’s cheeks, “Ohh mommy’s so proud!”

“Not as proud as me!” You fired back laughing, making Malik laugh twice as much as you smiled brighter than any summer sky, “You said mama didn’t you? Awww good boy, I knew you loved me more!”

“Please, there’s no way he said mama as his first word! Malik baby what did you say? Say it again for mommy! Come on Malik! Come on!” 

All four of you sat down on the carpet with Malik still sitting in Klee’s lap. Jean being equally excited as you two as she clapped excitedly for the reveal. “Oh this is so exciting! I’m so excited for you two!”

“Go ahead Malik! Say what you said to me earlier!” Klee cheered, holding up the young infant with her arms.

“Mmh—!” The three of you gasped when Malik opened his mouth wide. “Aaahh…”

“Oh archons he’s really going to say it!”

“What’s it gonna be Malik? Mama or mommy?”

“Aaahhhh…BOMBS!”

You, Jean and Lisa all blinked in unison. Huh…?

“Bombs!” Your son cheered out again, laughing when Klee nuzzled into him from behind. “Bombs! Bombs! Bombs!”

Though muffled through his lack of teeth, the word itself was still made evidently clear. Your son’s first word was bombs, a weapon of mass destruction.

“Ohh Barbatos…” Jean mumbled apologetically, watching as Klee giggled with delight and hugged her baby cousin closer than ever.

“I’m so proud of you Malik! I was just explaining to him that Dodoco was similar to the Jumpty Dumpties that I had…and said that they were bombs! Then, his eyes got SUPER wide, and then his mouth opened and he yelled “BOMBS!” Super loud! It was so cute!”

Klee’s explanation —although adorable— was a bit frightening to say the least as it had finally comprehended in your brain that Klee had taught your child how to say “bombs.” Not mama, mommy, or anything relatively innocent, nope. Just…bombs.

“…Well,” Lisa was the first one to snap out of her stupor, “What an interesting first word that is…” she giggled. 

“I suppose we both lost the bet then, huh?” You smirked at her, watching as she slowly matched it to mirror yours, “Unfortunately.”

“Oh Klee…” Jean groaned like the tired mother that she was. “I’m so sorry you two, I didn’t think Klee would teach Malik such a…peculiar first word. Apologies…”

“Oh no! It’s totally alright Jean!” Your wife grinned, “Now my wife and I could stop bickering about this topic, and bicker about another!”

“Really?!”

Lisa just shrugged and smiled at you before getting down to play with Malik. “Yes, really. But let’s push that aside for now and celebrate our son’s first word!”

Tickling the tip of his nose, Lisa beamed and gently scooped him up out of Klee’s arms. “Let’s all go out for dinner tonight! On me! Jean, Klee, would you two like to join us?”

“Well, I suppose it’s fi—”

“Yes yes yes thank you Lisa! Thank you!”

Klee squealed while clutching Dodoco and spun in circles around your living room. Clearly excited about these newfound plans. 

“Dinner, huh?” You grinned, “And you’re paying?”

“Just this once because I love you,” she teased, “And because we have guests tonight.”

“Hmpf, how thoughtful,” you snickered, reaching to grab your bag as Jean and Klee were already halfway out the door. “Say…what do you say we bet on something else now that this one is off the table.”

“What do you suggest?” Lisa purred smoothly as she fixed Malik’s growing tufts of hair. 

“Hm, whoever he walks to first gets to be pampered by the loser?”

“Oho..! You are so on.” Lisa smirked, kissing you on the forehead before leaving to follow you out the door.

“And I intend on winning it.”

[suhnshinehaos]

⚘  growing pains

series synopsis : people say that you’ll experience three kinds of love in your lifetime. the first is an idealistic love, the kind that feels straight out of a fairy tale. the second is the hard love, the kind that will leave you with lessons about yourself and the love you want and need to experience. finally, the love you never see coming. this is the story of your three loves. pairing : svt 97 line x gn!reader genre/s : non-idol au, coming of age, angst, fluff, my attempts at humor

act three : the unexpected love

after years studying and working abroad, yn is finally back home to a new job and new faces. all they want now is to focus on nothing else but their career and one of their coworker’s friends, minghao, makes it all the more interesting. 

part sixteen : give it time

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from reese, with love <3

yep, boochan are yn's wallpaper bc those are their kids (real!!) thank you for your patience with this series, i love ynhao so much i keep coming back to them. if you remember seokmin's interlude before act three, it is now mingyu's turn in the next part and im so so excited for u all to read it hehe

thank you for reading, as always, i'd love to know what you think! asks/replies/rbs are always appreciated <3 hope you're all doing well!

[suhnshinehaos]

⚘  growing pains

series synopsis : people say that you’ll experience three kinds of love in your lifetime. the first is an idealistic love, the kind that feels straight out of a fairy tale. the second is the hard love, the kind that will leave you with lessons about yourself and the love you want and need to experience. finally, the love you never see coming. this is the story of your three loves. pairing : svt 97 line x gn!reader genre/s : non-idol au, coming of age, angst, fluff, my attempts at humor

act three : the unexpected love

after years studying and working abroad, yn is finally back home to a new job and new faces. all they want now is to focus on nothing else but their career and one of their coworker’s friends, minghao, makes it all the more interesting. 

part twenty : paths ahead

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from reese, with love <3

and this ends act three, i'll save my long speech for the epilogue which will be out this week (hopefully in a day or two). for now, thank you for walking this path with me, my dear reader. i appreciate you greatly :)

[suhnshinehaos]

growing pains : act three, part eighteen (2/2)

series synopsis : people say that you’ll experience three kinds of love in your lifetime. the first is an idealistic love, the kind that feels straight out of a fairy tale. the second is the hard love, the kind that will leave you with lessons about yourself and the love you want and need to experience. finally, the love you never see coming. this is the story of your three loves. pairing : svt 97 line x gn!reader genre/s : non-idol au, coming of age, angst, fluff, my attempts at humor act three, part eighteen (2/2) wc : 1k

act three : the unexpected love  ➤  part 18 : it's all in the timing

after years studying and working abroad, yn is finally back home to a new job and new faces. all they want now is to focus on nothing else but their career and one of their coworker’s friends, minghao, makes it all the more interesting. 

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you don’t know if it’s by drink four or song fifteen that you decided you need some fresh air.

it was rather easy to slip away unnoticed. seungcheol was basically pouring alcohol straight into people’s mouths, a line had formed in front of him and he was more than happy to pour some into his own. soonyoung and dino were dancing their hearts out to whatever pop song seokmin and jihoon were singing along to. even as you exited the doors, with every step you took, you could hear the unrestrained laughter, the lively chatter, the thump thump thumping of the bass from the abnormally large speakers. 

yeah, it was easy to slip away unnoticed.

at least, you thought so until you hear distant footsteps grow louder and louder until you could feel a presence behind you.

the corner of your mouth twitched upwards, tilting your head up to the clear sky.

“what are you doing out here?” the words fall past your lips and into the still night air. “you should be drunk or on the dancefloor. or both.”

minghao chuckles, soft and serene, taking a couple of steps forward until his arm brushes against yours. “i could ask you the same thing, you know. this celebration’s partly for you.”

“i know.” you let out a breath, refusing to look at him. even though you know he’s looking right at you. his gaze has always been intense, and for a time you found it quite intimidating. it used to feel like he was examining you, scrutinizing every quirk of your brow or purse of your lips. 

but now it felt like an entirely different thing. almost comforting.

he’s studying you, feeling out how you’re feeling with every word and breath that escaped you, yet you know you have nothing to be conscious of. 

“i get it,” he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his trousers, “it’s nice out here.”

“mhmm.” you hum, and there’s a part of you that expected your heart to thump out of your chest. for you to hear the ringing of its beating in your ears, so loud that you couldn’t quite ignore it. but it’s not there. it’s quiet, tranquil, at peace.

no panic, no uncertainty, no fear. 

it’s the feeling you once felt with seokmin, before time and distance had shaken the idealism of young love.

it’s the feeling you chased after, the feeling you craved in mingyu,  in a period in your life when you would have given him the world. only if he had asked. 

“what are you thinking about?” minghao nudges your shoulder, eyes expectant and his head tilted to the side. 

you blink and a beat passes. then another. and another.

the word slips past your lips before you could even have the time to process it. “you.”

minghao’s breath hitches, and suddenly he’s all too aware of his own body. he feels his breathing, the air that’s coming in and out of his lungs. he hears his heartbeat ringing in his ears, thumping to the sound of your voice. he notices the palms of his hands, cold, needing the warmth that emanated from yours.

it’s a common feeling when he’s around you.

there’s always a rush of feelings, emotions, that courses through his veins. awe, hope, intrigue, delight, sometimes even tinges of fear and anxiety. how could a single person make him feel so much? 

he fights the smile that’s threatening to spread across his lips, “what about me?”

“sometimes,” you pause, and your mind flashes to the past few months you’ve spend with him. the times he’s helped you out professionally and personally. the late nights you’ve spent together, going over raw shots of a shoot you had previously done. the early mornings spent running through now familiar city streets, discovering little cafes and restaurants you never would have known existed. the afternoons running random errands, from grocery shopping to laundry. 

for a moment, you’re taken back to several years ago. to a park in new york city. to a stranger handing you back your camera after he had spent two days trying every possible phone number combination.

“i look at you and i think,” you exhale. no turning back now. “here you are. where have you been? i’ve been waiting for someone like you.”

heat rushes to minghao’s cheeks, and once again you’ve made him aware that his heart is beating, blood is rushing through his veins. he’s alive, and he knows he is because he feels.

there will never be a word that will fully capture just how much he feels for you, but he’ll try his best.

“i adore you.” his thumb gently moves on your cheek, his free hand grabbing the edge of your coat to pull you closer to him. “and if it’s any consolation, i’m sorry it took me so long to find you again.”

“i forgive you.” a laugh escapes your lips and you rest your forehead against his. 

you wonder what your life would have been like if you met him earlier, if he had gone to the same high school as you. or perhaps if you had met him in your college years, if you had kept contact after he had returned your camera. 

there’s really nothing to forgive. 

there’s only so much to be thankful for. 

to fresh-out-of-high school you and seokmin for taking the leap and chasing after your dreams, even if it meant potentially losing the romantic relationship you had built.

to post-college you and mingyu, for loving each other enough to let go of each other too.

to the you of today, who didn’t stand their ground on a misguided first impression, to keeping an open heart and mind to grow and learn.

“do you really?”

minghao’s voice pulls you back into reality. you nod.

“hm. maybe i should take out on a date, just to be sure.” his lips brush past your ear, breath warm on your neck, pulling back to ask, “what do you say?”

“i’d like that a lot, hao.”

from reese, with love <3

the words 'i like you' and 'i love you' don't feel enough for ynhao... they just know

anyways, it's currently 12:15 am and i was going to sleep but i got way too excited so i'm posting this now! i know this has been a long time coming for ynhao, i hope i was able to them justice.

thank you for reading, just a couple more parts to go :) all the replies/rbs/asks are always appreciated. i'm going to sleep now hehe i'll see you in the morning and i hope you're all doing well <3

also i cannot get spell out of my head, help!

[suhnshinehaos]

⚘  growing pains

series synopsis : people say that you’ll experience three kinds of love in your lifetime. the first is an idealistic love, the kind that feels straight out of a fairy tale. the second is the hard love, the kind that will leave you with lessons about yourself and the love you want and need to experience. finally, the love you never see coming. this is the story of your three loves. pairing : svt 97 line x gn!reader genre/s : non-idol au, coming of age, angst, fluff, my attempts at humor

act three : the unexpected love

after years studying and working abroad, yn is finally back home to a new job and new faces. all they want now is to focus on nothing else but their career and one of their coworker’s friends, minghao, makes it all the more interesting. 

part nineteen : yn and hao

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from reese, with love <3

yn and hao... i adore you. may we all find someone who compliments us.

one more part and then the epilogue... are you guys ready to let go? i'm definitely not. what a journey this has been. thank you for reading! all asks/replies/rbs appreciated. hope you're all doing well :)

apologies for the typos in this part, i am currently on sick leave from work and writing this series has become a comfort

[suhnshinehaos]

growing pains : interlude ii

series synopsis : people say that you’ll experience three kinds of love in your lifetime. the first is an idealistic love, the kind that feels straight out of a fairy tale. the second is the hard love, the kind that will leave you with lessons about yourself and the love you want and need to experience. finally, the love you never see coming. this is the story of your three loves. pairing : svt 97 line x gn!reader genre/s : non-idol au, coming of age, angst, fluff, my attempts at humor interlude two wc : ~1.1k

interlude ii  ➤  live well

" and i know it's fine to end our time be safe, be true, and i'll think of you " from palace's live well

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“gyu, i swear to god if you get drunk i’m not carrying you back to your hotel.”

mingyu laughs, loud and unrestrained, his head thrown back and his eyes screwed shut, and it hits you just how much you missed the sound. or really, just how much you missed him. you tilt your head to the side, a small smile creeping up the corners of your mouth as you take a sip of your drink.

“it wouldn’t be the first time.” he speaks through his chuckles, shaking his head, and his eyes meet yours. for a moment, you have the same thought, and he’s the one to actually say it out loud. “this is nice.”

and it really is.

there was once a time when you couldn’t even imagine being in the same room as him, just the two of you, laughing like there hadn’t been years of shared history between the two of you. for a second, a memory flashes across your mind; the feeling of his arm slung across your shoulders, his alcohol laced breath mixing in with his cologne, muttering a drunken string of words that you couldn’t quite make out.     

and you look at the mingyu in front of you, cheeks flushed and a look of complete contentment now settled on his features. 

“crazy how life just,” you pause, and eventually sigh out- “works out, huh?”

under the pale moonlight, in a city both of you are relatively unfamiliar with, mingyu has never felt closer to you than he does now. strangely enough, it all feels right. he nods, “crazy. everything that happened had to have happened.”

a silence settles between the two of you, but not tense nor uncomfortable, as memories of the last couple of years, and eventually the last couple of months, fill both your senses. mingyu scans your face, noting for any signs of unease from being with him.

mingyu finds none, which makes him let out a breath of relief.

cutting through the silence, you ask a question you’ve been meaning to ask him for a while. 

“are you happy, gyu?”

you didn’t mean for the question to be so loaded but, in a way,  you only knew so much. you saw him every now and then, when he came to visit you, jeonghan, vernon, and soonyoung for a couple of days. you saw his instagram stories and twitter posts, travelling around the world, meeting new people, walking runways, booking several editorials.

“i am.” he lets out a breath and you see the tension in his shoulders fall, looking up to the clear night sky then back at you. “god it feels good to finally say that out loud, and actually mean it. you know?”

you blink back at him for a couple of seconds, it seemed like it was something he was just acknowledging himself, but a smile spreads across your face. “i’m so happy for you.”

and you mean it, with every fiber of your being.

just like that, you notice how much he has changed since your college days. gone is the tense, hesitant mingyu that you had once come to know. the one that lied on the other side of your bed in your apartment in new york, the one with the permanent crease between his brows. you see him now, calm and confident, and secure in himself. you had caught glimpses of it before, but now it radiates through him, engulfing you in his light.

“you seeing someone?” the words tumble out of your lips before you couldn’t even process them. curiosity got the better of you, and before you could take it back he simply shakes his head.

“ah no, i go on dates sometimes, but nothing that ever really lasted.”

you nod, and mingyu continues.

“and that’s okay, you know? i’ve just been doing eyes, heart, and arms wide open. being honest with myself and what it really is what i want, whether it’s in my professional or personal life. if things don’t work out, at least i can say i did my best. it took a while for it to feel sincere, and not like i’m just forcing myself to do it for the sake of it, but i’m happy with myself.” 

his voice grows softer as he ends his little ramble, and you part your lips to tell him that you’re proud of him, but he beats you to the punch.

“you taught me that, you know?” he smiles, “i mean, if we hadn’t gone through what we did- not like i’m saying that you were in my life just for a lesson because i really do value you as a friend, and as a person-”

“no, i- i get it, gyu.” you cut off his rambling with a quiet laugh, noticing his eyes become bigger and more panicked. 

he lets out an exaggerated breath of relief and holds a hand over his heart. “what about you, yn? are you happy?” 

your mind briefly flashes to reuniting with your maple drive friends, to the friends you’ve made at work, being able to see jeonghan, soonyoung, and hansol more often, to the shoots you’ve done and the work you’ve accomplished.

from all the stress you’ve gone through from moving so far away from home, from struggling to book shoots when you were freelancing after graduated, to where you are now.

a wave of peace washes over you, and you think of tea in the mornings and farmer’s market runs in the afternoon and impromptu shoots at night. 

mingyu didn’t near to hear your answer, he simply just knew.

he silently raises his glass and you do the same, clinking them together and downing the rest of your drinks. 

“continue to live well, yn.” he says gently, sincerely, looking right into your eyes so you knew he meant every word. 

you reach out a hand across the table rest your hand atop mingyu’s, “you too.” 

he glances at his watch and notices the time, “i should get you back to jihoon, he was already hesitant to let you go with me since you’ve got an early flight tomorrow.”

mingyu settles the tab, ignoring your insistence to pay your share, and you walk back towards your hotel. your shoulder brushes against his, and it doesn’t make his heart flutter in the way it used to. it simply reminds him that you’re still there, walking next to him, and for all his shortcomings, you were still in his life. 

if anything, he was simply just grateful.

even more so when you wrap your arms around him before entering the elevator, hugging him tighter as you whispered, “i’ll see you soon.”

mingyu’s lips stretch into a grin as he waves goodbye and the elevator doors close, “i’ll see you soon.” 

from reese, with love <3

oh yngyu.... ngl i choked up a lil writing that "i'll see you soon" aaaah they are so dear to me. at first i didn't know if i wanted to give gyu the seokmin treatment and give him a potential new partner, but if there's something i want you guys to takeaway from this, it's that romantic love isn't the be all-end all. if you happen to find it, wonderful! bec romantic love is a wonderful thing! but finding love within yourself, the company you keep, and the work you do is just as wonderful- and i'm glad this version of mingyu gets to have that :)

thank you for reading! asks/rbs/replies are always appreciated, i'd love to know what you think <3 hope you're all doing well!

[suhnshinehaos]

⚘  growing pains

series synopsis : people say that you’ll experience three kinds of love in your lifetime. the first is an idealistic love, the kind that feels straight out of a fairy tale. the second is the hard love, the kind that will leave you with lessons about yourself and the love you want and need to experience. finally, the love you never see coming. this is the story of your three loves. pairing : svt 97 line x gn!reader genre/s : non-idol au, coming of age, angst, fluff, my attempts at humor

act three : the unexpected love

after years studying and working abroad, yn is finally back home to a new job and new faces. all they want now is to focus on nothing else but their career and one of their coworker’s friends, minghao, makes it all the more interesting. 

part eighteen : it's all in the timing (1/2)

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from reese, with love <3

another two-parter as we almost reach this end, man- this series is certainly going to be a hard on to let go aaaa

thank you for reading, thank you for your patience, thank you for coming along on this crazy ride. part two will be out sometime this week. your asks/replies/rbs are appreciated and mean the world. hope you're all well :)

[suhnshinehaos]

⚘  growing pains

series synopsis : people say that you’ll experience three kinds of love in your lifetime. the first is an idealistic love, the kind that feels straight out of a fairy tale. the second is the hard love, the kind that will leave you with lessons about yourself and the love you want and need to experience. finally, the love you never see coming. this is the story of your three loves. pairing : svt 97 line x gn!reader genre/s : non-idol au, coming of age, angst, fluff, my attempts at humor

act three : the unexpected love

after years studying and working abroad, yn is finally back home to a new job and new faces. all they want now is to focus on nothing else but their career and one of their coworker’s friends, minghao, makes it all the more interesting. 

part fifteen : infinite mornings (1/2)

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from reese, with love

hiiii , apologies for the long wait ;-; this little update got me giggling ynhao make me so soft and i hope you missed reading them as much as i did writing them. insane to me how close we are to the ending…. but we have a little two parter for part 15 / 20! tysm for reading and for your patience. i’d love to know what you think, all asks/replies/rbs are much appreciated (also serves as a little interest check for me that u guys are still here after the loooong pause in updates haha). hope you’re all doing well and taking care ^^

[suhnshinehaos]

⚘  growing pains

series synopsis : people say that you’ll experience three kinds of love in your lifetime. the first is an idealistic love, the kind that feels straight out of a fairy tale. the second is the hard love, the kind that will leave you with lessons about yourself and the love you want and need to experience. finally, the love you never see coming. this is the story of your three loves. pairing : svt 97 line x gn!reader genre/s : non-idol au, coming of age, angst, fluff, my attempts at humor

act three : the unexpected love

after years studying and working abroad, yn is finally back home to a new job and new faces. all they want now is to focus on nothing else but their career and one of their coworker’s friends, minghao, makes it all the more interesting. 

part seventeen : mirrorball

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from reese, with love <3

gp!yn is so mirrorball by taylor swift coded and i stand by that wholeheartedly !! anyways emotional support 95 line came throughhh and yn is coming homeeee and gp act 3 is only 20 parts (plus an epilogue) aaaaah can u believe how time flies?

thank you for reading and making it this far with our yn :) appreciate all asks/rbs/replies,, promise i will get around to replying hahaha hope you're all doing well and taking care!

[suhnshinehaos]

⚘  growing pains

series synopsis : people say that you’ll experience three kinds of love in your lifetime. the first is an idealistic love, the kind that feels straight out of a fairy tale. the second is the hard love, the kind that will leave you with lessons about yourself and the love you want and need to experience. finally, the love you never see coming. this is the story of your three loves. pairing : svt 97 line x gn!reader genre/s : non-idol au, coming of age, angst, fluff, my attempts at humor

act three : the unexpected love

after years studying and working abroad, yn is finally back home to a new job and new faces. all they want now is to focus on nothing else but their career and one of their coworker’s friends, minghao, makes it all the more interesting. 

part fourteen : cheer music up

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from reese, with love

another long oneeeee what can i say, i can’t help it with these two <33 tysm for reading! as always, i would love to know your thoughts !! all replies/asks/rbs are appreciated ! hope you're doing well and taking care

also omg little life update,,, i got hired!! and i start on monday (screaming crying in corporate era)