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[fear-is-truth]

hii jackie :D how are youu?

it’s future fic writer nonnie (i think i’ll just use 🖋️🤭 as my emojis bc boy is that nickname a mouthful). i have another update for you <3 i think that my fic is gonna get broken into two parts? bc of how long it’s gotten 😵‍💫 and the gag is that a majority of it was setting up the background of the story (i’m so embarrassed, like girl pls). also, i fear it might be corny or cheesy. like i imagine every time i write to u about this i am hyping it up more and more, but it’s really just a flop 😶

my plan was to post by the end of september but clearly that’s not happening… rip. it feels a little weird to post in October only bc it doesn’t suit kinktober at all but ik that’s just me being silly. anywho i’m happy to see ur acc is back, that your writing again, and already planning your next works! you’re a gem, jackie <3

- 🖋️🤭

hey pookster !! first of all, never feel embarrassed about setting up your story—it’s all part of building something great, and i KNOW it’s gonna be amazing ! breaking it into two parts sounds like a perfect idea, especially since it’ll give each part the attention it deserves. and trust me, we are always our own worst critics, but i have no doubt your fic is far from a flop ! posting in october is totally fine, your fic is going to shine no matter when you release it! ✨ take your time, and don’t stress—you’ve got this ! and thank you so much for your sweet words—sending all the love right back to you! 💖

[prettyngeto]

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[seishihoe]

good morning i am so sad today but whoever sent that step-bro!choso and step-bro!yuji anonny i LOVE you, thank you, GOD BLESS.

[misshoneyimhome]

Say My Name, Say My Name I Quinn Hughes 🖋️🌺

Requested? Yes / No

Summary; Based on the Tik Tok trend, calling your boyfriend “husband”

Tropes & warnings; established relationship; Tik Tok trend; fluff, marriage proposal; no warnings;

Other notes: For the second story of this TikTok trend, I've challenged myself with writing for Quinn Hughes for the first time 😊 To be honest, I didn't know much about him to fully capture his character, however, this is pretty much how sweet I imagine this boy to be 🤭🤍 Since I had a few different ideas of how to approach the request, this turned out to be nothing but pure fluff 🌺🥂

I hope you enjoy it 🌷🐰

Word count; 1.6K

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As the sun dipped low, casting a gentle glow over the bustling streets of Vancouver, you strolled alongside your boyfriend, Quinn Hughes. The city buzzed with its usual activity, providing a comforting backdrop to your conversation on this typical Thursday evening. And with the promise of a hockey-free weekend on the horizon, a mischievous idea had crept into your mind – sparked by a popular TikTok challenge that had been gaining traction online.

In recent weeks, you'd seen numerous videos of people teasingly calling their boyfriends "husbands," while recording their partners' bewildered reactions for entertainment. And intrigued by the trend, you couldn't resist the urge to try it out with Quinn.

After nearly three years of shared laughter and cherished moments in your relationship, you were confident that Quinn would find the prank amusing, perhaps even earning a reaction with a hint of panic. So, with a playful glint in your eye, you had naturally shared your plan with your closest friend, enlisting her help in pulling off the light-hearted prank.

As you’d proposed the idea, your friend, always up for TikTok trends, had eagerly agreed to assist. You’d decided on arranging a double date, which wouldn’t be out of the ordinary, planning for you to execute the prank while she would discreetly film Quinn's reaction.

So, as you sat in a cosy, almost half-empty restaurant later that Thursday evening, the weight of your impending prank began to settle in. Excitement and nerves mingled in your chest, your fingers tapping restlessly on the tabletop as you waited for the perfect moment to put your plan into action.

And finally, the moment arrived, hanging in the air with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. As the waiter approached to take your orders, a surge of anxious energy coursed through you, your heart racing. Yet, with practiced ease, you smoothly transitioned into the pivotal moment. "And for my husband," you said, injecting a playful tone into your voice, "he'll have a glass of ice water and the pasta Bolognese."

The words hung in the air, a silent challenge to fate, while your best friend discreetly positioned her phone, ready to capture Quinn's genuine reaction.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment as Quinn's gaze shifted towards you, his expression a fleeting mix of surprise and curiosity. "Your what?" he murmured, his voice barely audible, yet you persisted, ignoring the amusement threatening your facade of confidence.

In that suspended moment, Quinn's initial reaction was genuine astonishment, his eyes widening in disbelief before a soft chuckle broke the tension like a gentle wave against the shore. 

And as the waiter then walked away following taking all orders, he left behind echoes of laughter. Quinn then leaned closer towards you; his tone laced with mock seriousness. "Husband, huh?" he mused, a playful smirk on his lips. "Guess I'll need to update my resume."

It hadn’t entirely been the shocked reaction you’d hoped for, yet you still found the situation undeniably amusing. Confessing the inspiration behind your jest, laughter filled the air. And as the night wore on, your little act slowly faded in the background.

However, unbeknownst to you, the innocent prank had sparked an idea in Quinn's mind.

Although he hadn’t exactly expected to consider such a significant step already at the age of 24, the notion lingered, intriguing and compelling. As the eldest among his brothers and in his most serious relationship yet, Quinn had pondered the concept for some time. He’d even briefly sought advice from his closest teammates on how to broach the subject, as he’d realised life was too short to wait for the perfect moment.

So, as he sat beside you, enveloped in shared laughter, he felt a newfound determination. With quiet resolve and a heart full of affection, he began laying the groundwork for a significant occasion, one that would hopefully change your relationship for the better.

A little over a week later, with the memory of your playful prank still fresh in his mind, Quinn found himself beyond excited and content about the idea. With determination coursing through him and a ring burning a silent promise in his pocket, he’d devised a plan.

His aim was to catch you off guard, to make the moment as unexpected as possible. And having noticed how you had emphasised the prank was nothing but a joke, he guessed your mind hadn’t dwelled on such matters. Which made it the perfect opportunity.

So, returning to the very same restaurant Saturday evening where the idea had originated, Quinn carefully arranged the setting for the action. Despite the absence of a best friend discreetly recording the scene, the familiar ambiance of the restaurant's softly lit interior and the intimate corner table added a serene touch to the occasion. So with a steady hand and a heart brimming with love, Quinn recreated the scene.

As the waiter approached to take your orders, he took a deep breath, and with a voice filled with emotion, he echoed your words from days prior, "And for my wife, she'll have a glass of Champagne along with some water and the cheese, spinach ravioli, please."

Your eyes widened a little in slight disbelief as the words lingered in the air, blending with the gentle buzz of conversation around you, and a chuckle escaped your lips of amusement at Quinn's unexpected play. You simply couldn’t help but laugh at the joke and how he replicated your playful tease from the other night with such precision.

“Wife, huh?” You chuckled lightly. “Guess I deserved that one - though I do enjoy the sound of it.”

However, this time, it wasn't a prank. As the waiter departed, leaving behind a soft smile, your eyes met with Quinn’s, flashing him an entertained smile. Yet there was a seriousness in your boyfriend’s expression, a rare sight outside of the intensity of a hockey match, and a curious furrow creased your brow as you couldn’t decipher his thoughts. But before you could ask him what was on his mind, Quinn gently rose from his seat, moving with deliberate grace to stand next to you.

“I’m glad you say that ‘cause…”

You shifted in your seat to face him, the air crackled with anticipation as he then slowly dropped to one knee, the world around you fading into insignificance, leaving only the man you loved, poised before you with a vulnerability that stole your breath away.

Your heart pounded in your chest as Quinn gently took out the little velvet box from his pocket, his brown eyes shining with an intensity that mirrored his deep emotions. 

“Y/n," he softly began. "I know you said it as a joke the other night, but... truth be told, it stuck with me. And I realised that… I do want to be your called husband. You mean everything to me. Without you, I'd be lost – even though I don't tell you enough, you make my every day brighter. I can't even begin to thank you enough for your endless support, for putting up with me and my career every single day. You never ask for anything, and yet you give so much love. I love you so so much, and I just can't imagine a future without you in it..."

With every heartfelt confession, your breath hitched in your throat, your mind swirling with the weight of his sentiments. Emotions surged within you, threatening to overflow as Quinn exposed his soul, sharing his fears and dreams for your future together.

And then came the question, hanging in the air like a fragile promise—a question that held the power to shape your lives forever.

"Y/n, will you marry me?"

It felt surreal, like a dream woven from the threads of your deepest desires and fondest hopes. Quinn on his knee before you, his vulnerability a testament to the depth of his love. And in that moment, tears glistening in your eyes, and a smile tugging at the corners of your lips, there was only one right answer.

Though struggling to find the words, you willed your lips to move and your throat to vocalise the response.

"Yes... Quinn, of course," you replied with excitement, the sound of soft applauses rippling through the restaurant. And with a deep relieved sigh, and a satisfied smile illuminating his face, Quinn rose from his kneeling position, meeting you in a deep, heartfelt kiss. 

Sealing the engagement your lips met with nothing but devotion, the world around you slowly dissolving, before breaking apart. Quinn's excitement was nothing short of palpable, his smile radiant as he carefully slipped the ring onto your finger, and he couldn’t deny that this felt better than any hockey match win. Perhaps besides winning the Stanley Cup. 

It was truly a beautiful ring. The diamond's shimmer mirrored the twinkle in his eyes as you admired the ring's delicate intricacies. And with a content smile, you shared another quick kiss before Quinn returned to his seat, and the waiter poured champagne to mark the occasion.

Raising your glasses in a toast, you again sealed the engagement with a clink, the bubbles dancing against your lips like promises of a future filled with love and joy. This moment was everything you had ever dreamed of. Though it had begun with a playful joke, it perfectly captured the essence of your relationship—full of laughter, love, and shared moments of joy.

And with your hands gently intertwined on the table, both admiring the new addition to your finger, you couldn't help but chuckle. "Looks like I really do need to update my resume," you playfully remarked, echoing Quinn's words from the other night.

And in response, your fiancé merely chuckled, his eyes brimming with adoration as he kissed your hand and held your gaze with unwavering affection. "Yes, I suppose you’ll have to," he smiled, his voice filled with promise and a love that knew no bounds.

[rhiannonsknife]

Hiya!! I thought since a lot of your anons loved Rhiannon with a breeding kink I would raise you to a higher pedestal! I give you….obssesive wife Rhiannon who is absolutely obsessed with getting you pregnant. She goes to all lengths….checking your calendar for ovulation days, sneaking in your vitamins for strength, making sure you eat all and healthy. She’s extra cautious. I imagine her to be the type that isn’t fond of children in general, but when she thinks of her baby, your baby immediately she’s willing to do late night feeds and nappie changes.

But Rhiannon who does all these things without you knowing? If that makes sense? She picks a date where she knows your ovulating. Buying you flowers on the way home and having to keep them from getting smushed on the tube. Having a list of how many people she’d like to throttle by the end of the trip. Coming home early to strewn flower petals on the floor, the bed, light the fireplace. Candles that she eagerly secured (she wants you pregnant but dead) she makes dinner or orders expensive take out. She takes out the essential oils you like to give you a back rub. All these are a false sense of security for you. To make you more submissive and willing to let her breed you. Not that you’re not willing, you are, you just haven’t had time to do the act.

But Rhiannon who does all this and when she finally has you where she wants, she’s begging, pleading for you to let her breed you. Saying she wants a baby, she’ll do anything and everything for you. How cute a little wife you’ll be pregnant with her baby. All these things.

But obsessive unhinged Rhiannon who purposely puts pills into your drink that make you extra salacious just for her. 🤭 I hope all these thoughts sit well with you! I have been here since your first Jackie post and have thought very highly of you! I know you must be bustling with anons, but would you be keen on letting me be 🖋️ anon?

lord have mercy…we must stay focused!! thank you very much for sharing your thoughts 🖋️ anon…nsfw content. mdni!

rhiannon’s been planning this for weeks.

usually, the only times she’s as structured about something, it’s for taking a life, not -well- creating one. it all started with her obsessively tracking your calendar, paying extra attention to those little marks that indicated your ovulation days. suddenly, she’s an expert on your cycle.

vitamins are slipped into your morning smoothies and she’s extra insistent that you eat more greens, and every now and then, she sneaks into her phone to research the best fertility-boosting recipes when she knows you’re not looking.

rhiannon doesn’t tell you any of this, obviously.

the truth is, she doesn’t care about children in general. she never has. other people’s kids are loud and require more patience and attention than she’s ever had. but the idea of your baby? a little person who’s part you, part her? rhiannon can’t stop thinking about it.

it’s obsessive, maybe even a little unhinged, but that’s rhiannon for you: fiercely devoted, insanely unpredictable, and completely consumed by the idea of loving you and the life she wants to build with you.

and tonight? tonight is the culmination of all her planning.

the flowers are the first sign: you come home to the sight of her holding a massive bouquet of your favorite flowers, the stems slightly crushed from her efforts to keep them safe on the tube.

you barely have time to take off your shoes before she presses it into your hands and kisses you. “hi” she murmurs against your mouth, hands sneaking to your waist already.

“hi,” you greet, raising an eyebrow as you take in the sight. “what’s the occasion?”

“do i need a reason to spoil you?” rhiannon counters instantly, dragging you inside by the arm. “dinner’s on the table,” she adds, wrapping an arm around your hip and guiding you toward the dining room.

“you cooked?” you ask, half-joking.

she grins. “don’t push your luck now. i ordered from that fancy italian place you like”

rhiannon may not be the culinary genius of the relationship, but she knows your favorite meals and goes out of her way to make you feel special. still, the extravagance tonight feels almost too calculated.

dinner progresses perfectly, with rhiannon’s attention unwavering. she pours your wine, makes you laugh, and touches you constantly; light brushes of her fingers against yours, a hand on your thigh, a kiss at the corner of your mouth…by the time she leads you upstairs, her fingers laced with yours, your earlier suspicion is all but forgotten.

well, that’s until you see the state of the bedroom: it’s just as carefully prepared as the rest of the house, with candles lit and petals scattered across the bed in what would’ve been a comically cliché display under different circumstances.

“alright,” you say, turning to face her as she closes the door behind you. “what’s all this for, rhee? did you rob a bank or something?” (not that it would surprise you, given her murderous tendencies)

her laugh is low and husky, and she steps closer, pulling you into her arms. “can’t i just want to make you feel good?”

her lips brush against your neck as she speaks, and you feel yourself relax in her touch. you don’t know about the vitamins, or the research, or the way she’s been meticulously planning this exact night down to the smallest detail. all you know is that her touch feels too good to question any of this.

“lay down,” rhiannon murmurs, reluctant pulling back to reach for the bottle of oil she’d hidden in the nightstand. “you’ve been so stressed lately…let me take care of you…”

her hands are warm, yet firm as they move across your back, kneading away the tension you didn’t even realize you’d been holding all this time.

“you’re being awfully sweet tonight,” you tease, though your voice is muffled by the pillow beneath your cheek and cut off my a soft groan as her oiled up fingers work on a knot in your lower back.

“just in a good mood,” she replies casually, though there’s an edge of truth in her words. she is in a good mood, but not for the reasons you think. it’s because tonight is the night she’s going to make this happen.

the first time she says it, you genuinely think you’re hearing things.

rhiannon is on top of you, her mouth kissing and sucking on your neck while her hips roll at a gentle pace. you’ve got both arms draped over her neck to hold her close as she moves.

she nudges your earlobe with her nose, momentarily slowing down her thrusts. “i want a baby” she breathes, relishing in the way your breath catches when the words sink in.

you drop your hand to rhiannon’s cheek so she’s looking down at you and tilt your head. “w-what?”

rhiannon smiles. even though she’s breathless, holding back from cumming too soon already, she’s pleased with herself and the element of surprise. “i want a baby” she repeats between a groan as you accidentally squeeze her in tighter. as if that alone (plus all the work she’s done for you today) isn’t enough yet, rhiannon picks up the pace again, buries her face in the crook of your neck, and starts pleading: “please. you already know i’d- fuck- do anything for you” rhiannon pants, your fingers tightening against her skin. each of her thrusts goes right against your g-spot, making it hard to focus on what she’s actually proposing here.

it takes surprisingly little effort to convince you. perhaps it’s her timing and the fact that she’s bringing this possibility up whilst she’s already buried to the hilt. or that you can’t help but want her to, nearly gushing at the thought. either way, this and her ragged pleads to fuck you raw are enough to make up your mind.

the first time rhiannon sinks into you like that, she literally whines, her fingers tightening their hold on you so that she won’t start humping into you uselessly.

nothing, not even the hours she spent by herself, imagining you bare around her, could compare to the real deal.

“oh my god” she groans, her lashes fluttering as she holds onto your thighs, keeping you nice and open for her. “oh my god, you feel so good”

obviously rhiannon isn’t the only one affected: you can literally feel her twitch, already leaking from just being inside you, and that sensation alone is enough for your eyes to roll back in your head.

“fuck, rhee” you manage as she slides all the way inside easily; you’re embarrassingly wet, though rhiannon hardly notices.

any coherent thoughts go straight out of the window anyway the moment rhiannon starts moving, thrusting into you until the only sound echoing through the room is the one of skin slapping against skin, coming from between your thighs.

now, i know i’ve said it in this post already, but rhiannon, who cums so fast :((

she’s been fantasizing about this for so long, touching herself and imagining her hand as your bare cunt surrounding her, but truly nothing compares to this.

she lasts mere minutes before she tenses and releases.

rhiannon tries to hold back, she really does, but fails miserably. she had all these plans; positions to try, making you beg for her cum, watching it drip from you…none of it matters when she cums deep inside for the first time, crying out against your neck as she fills you up.

shoutout to the one person who knows me irl and somehow found this account. if you’re reading this: GET OUT. (honestly, writing this feels like the ultimate walk of shame, but hey, i gotta do what i gotta do to keep the anons happy 🤗)

[yoonia]

🖋️ one your stories that sticks to me the most was the (im)perfect ending. I really wish to see how you visualize their lives after. will Joon ever find out about the baby? will they reunite again? what happens when they do🤭? will Joon finally get his head out of his a** and end his marriage and be true to his feelings 🧐 or will OC has her own happy ending with someone else🤔?

💌 I think other people have said this before, but you are an admirable person that I've ever met online. You've worked hard on your stories and have always given us a lot. even now, you choose to spread positivity and share gifts for others to celebrate your birthday and I think that's the sweetest thing anyone could ever do. happy belated birthday, Dia. You deserve so much happiness and a lot more. I hope your coffee is always hot and your pillow always warm. wishing you and all your precious kitties an abundance of health and joy 💝💝

omg I've been getting the same questions sent to me for this couple, so I guess this might be a good chance to provide some answers for those who have been waiting for it lol

I know that the last letter mentioned in the fic didn't specify how much OC shared about her baby, so I guess this is where we get to see what other things she sent with the letter for Namjoon. I hope you enjoy the snippet and the visualisation below!!

— title: Our Imperfections| pairings: Namjoon x female reader| genre: second chances!au, infidelity!au, post divorce/break-up!au, angst | word count: 1,410 words — summary | Namjoon is on a mission to fix the mess he created. — ratings & warnings | +18 / M for mature; talk about divorce and custody, post break-up, mentions of infidelity

— original: The (Im)perfect Ending by @yoonia — fic drop date: Oct 30th, 2024 — song companion: loved

“Don’t forget that you need to pick up Sunny early Saturday morning for her class camping trip.” 

Hearing her voice on the phone, clipped with orders, used to make Namjoon wince. Now he is used to it. Always so business-like, even when talking about their only child. 

“Did you get that?” 

Her voice returns when he doesn’t answer. He holds back from rolling his eyes and calmly answers. “Yeah, I got that. Saturday morning. Early.” 

His reaction isn’t the only thing he is holding back. Asking why six-year-olds would go on a camping trip might only end up with him getting a long lecture through the phone. He doesn’t have that much time to endure that. And having his ear burning from it is really the last thing he needs right now. 

“Right. I’ll text you the details.” A sigh, then, “Sunny also wants you to be the one to drive her to school Monday. So I’m packing up extra clothes for her to stay with you another night. Is that good?” 

Namjoon closes his eyes. As much as he loves having extra time with his daughter, having the child’s mother schedule their time for him without consulting him first rubs him the wrong way. If he doesn’t know any better, he would have thought that she keeps doing this as a payback. Causing trouble and brushing his ego for choosing to step out of their marriage—the marriage that she had worked so hard to paint as perfect for the world to see. 

But Namjoon knows better. 

He knows that she has always been this way. 

Even when they were still together, she always had to be the one running the show, while Namjoon would have to follow. She was the one holding the pen, writing the story for them through her rose-coloured glasses, while forcing him into a role that he never felt like he could fit into. 

At one point, it caused him to lose himself. 

Only that he realised it too late. Far too late, because it hadn’t just started when they got married, but long before—when they grew up together and being fed their parents’ beliefs that they would end up together once they turned adults; when they became teenagers and she insisted that it would only be right if they started dating to make their parents’ dreams come true and when she started planning their wedding day just when Namjoon was starting to find a chance to write his own story, to walk a different path, with a completely different person. 

It wasn’t until he was able to find his old self and feel like himself again through the mistakes he made when he finally found the courage to leave that life. Yet, once again, he was too late. 

Far too late. 

“Namjoon? Do you—” 

Her voice breaks him out of his wandering thoughts, only for her words to get drowned by the sound of the announcement blaring through the speakers above his head. 

“Attention, passengers on Flight 345 with service to Sydney. We are now beginning our boarding process at Gate 12B. Please…” 

The voice fades as passengers rush in front of him to find the departure gate, and Namjoon waits until the announcement stops before taking his palm off his phone. 

“Where are you? Are you on another business trip?” 

Namjoon almost laughs. He finds it hard to believe that after spending an entire fifteen minutes on call with him, she never thought about asking him where he was or where he was up to. 

Business as usual. Even when it’s about our new arrangement. 

“Australia. I just landed. That’s why I couldn’t take your call until now.” 

“Oh…” 

“You do realise the longer you’re on this call, the more expensive it will be, don’t you?” 

Silence, then her bitter voice is heard. “How was I supposed to know where you were?” 

You could have asked. 

Sighing, Namjoon shakes his head. “Look, just text or email me all the details about Sunny’s trip. I’ll be back in Seoul Friday afternoon. Okay?” 

“Okay.” Her voice softens. “Take care, Namjoon.” 

The call ends, and Namjoon breathes a heavy sigh. Feeling exhaustion after speaking to her is one thing, but once it wanes, guilt always seems to take root. It doesn’t matter if he had fallen out of love a long time ago. He cannot deny that he has made too many mistakes that he is still trying hard to make up for. His decision to stay in the marriage for Sunny, using her as an excuse to hang on to the final threads that were offered to him instead of stepping away from that fallen marriage, was his last, yet probably most detrimental for his own mental health and any chance he ever had to make things right for everyone. 

Including you. 

Hoisting his duffle bag on his shoulder, Namjoon walks across the airport’s lot to find his ride. There is a reason why he is here, and he isn’t going to stop until he finds what he is searching for. 

It takes him nearly an hour to reach his destination. 

The small coffee shop looks quite inconspicuous as it stands between various other shops downtown, yet it still catches Namjoon’s eyes the moment he arrives. 

Quaint and delicate, with natural wooden colours chosen as the accents at the front side of the shop and dark window frames, it reminds him so much of you. 

The sound of the bell chimes above his head as he steps in, immediately welcomed by the fresh scent of coffee beans, chocolate, and a bit of cinnamon. Spicy and sweet and pleasantly warm. A young boy with a thick Australian accent welcomes him from the cashier, yet his eyes travel across the room, where the figure that has been filling his dreams at night appears. 

Smiling at the young barista, he walks up towards you instead. You have yet to notice him in the room. Your eyes are locked on the small child sitting on the sofa by the corner, swinging his legs as he receives a small sip cup from your hands. 

His eyes find him first, looking over your shoulder while you still have your back facing Namjoon and the front door. 

“Now you sit tight right here until Mommy finishes work, okay? And don’t—”

“Mama?” the boy cuts you off before you can finish speaking, his chubby finger pointing towards Namjoon, “Da..?” 

Your body freezes. Namjoon hears a soft gasp before you straighten up and slowly turn to face him. The moment you see him standing there, your eyes grow wide and you quickly move to hide your son behind you. Only the child is quick, as he hops off the sofa to stand right behind you, clinging onto your legs as he peeks at Namjoon. 

A line which he read from your letter echoes in his mind as he returns the boy’s curious gaze, just as it does many nights after you were gone—

“I have a boy. He’s here. He might have a dimple on his cheek too that might show up once he’s grown a bit older. His name is…” 

Namjoon bends down. “Sammy, is it?” 

The boy, Sammy, slowly nods. Namjoon smiles. “You look handsome. You’re being a good boy to your Mommy now?” 

“Yea…” 

Chuckling softly, Namjoon straightens up to face you. Your eyes are covered with tears as you look back at him. “How—” you gasp, “What are you doing here?” 

Because I’ll chase you to the end of the world if I could. 

Those are the words that Namjoon has always wanted to say to you. A promise that he never got a chance to say before you left him. It was a mistake that he had been dreading the most when he first received your letter, along with a copy of your sonogram and your final word of goodbye. 

“Keeping a promise,” he merely says. “I think we have a lot to talk about.” 

A deep sigh escapes your lips. The sound pains him. But the sight of every tension being lifted from your shoulders gives him a sense of calm. 

“I guess we do,” you whisper to him with a broken smile. 

A lot of them. 

He can almost hear those words coming from you. Just like he almost says out loud,

I have all the time in the world to talk and listen now. For you. 

For your fall tune, I think this song will fit perfectly well for this.

𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖉𝖊: dia’s birthday bash 2024 ⇝ closed!

[elixirfromthestars]

WIP Game 🖋️✨

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

I was tagged by the lovely and talented @nickfowlerrr 🥹🩵 thank you 🫶🏼✨

I have absolutely way too many. So have fun reading through a lot of them🤭💗 and bear with me as a few are untitled &/or the title is not finalized 🗒️💞

Boulevard Confessions (40sBucky)

A Carriage of Convenience (Duke!Bucky)

No Rest for the Wicked (Vigilante!Bucky)

Haunted (Vampire Hunter!Bucky)

Love at a Distance (Artist!Bucky)

What the Heart Wants (Matt)

Untitled (Athlete!!Steve)

A Touch of Your Love (Loki)

Protection (Loki)

Kiss It All Better (Peter)

Really Love to Hate Me (Peter)

Attention (Bucky)

For Worse or For Better (College Bucky)

Faking It (Office Bucky)

Break Me Like a Promise (Ex! Bucky)

Falling For You (Surfer!Bucky)

Axels of the Heart (Lumberjack!Bucky)

Cat Got Your Tongue? (TFATWS!Bucky)

It’s Always Been You (Soulmate Bucky)

Untitled (Prince!Bucky)

Tulip (Biker!Bucky)

The One Where We’re Friends (Mechanic!Bucky)

As you can see there’s so many Bucky ones 👀❤️

no pressure tags: @humanwip @mrsbuckybarnes1917 @peteyprecious616 @malum-forev @marvelstoriesepic @whatever-lmaoo

[l4narecl1pse]

You pull so predictably,  at my armored heartstrings, shattering their strength, melting them slowly, one touch, is all it takes, and I am yours.

Masterlist:

pairing: student!lee heeseung x student!reader

genre: childhood friends to lovers, fluff, mutual pining, slow burn, some angst?

featuring: enhypen, le sserafim, ateez (mostly hongjoong), felix (stray kids)

Summary: after yn returns to Seoul from Australia after her university's two year study abroad program, her childhood friend group remains the same. faced with her childhood bestfriend (and crush) lee heeseung again, her feelings return. will he reciprocate her feelings?

Warnings: profanity

status: completed

a/n: Hi!! this is my first post so I'm really nervous about it, but I've been wanting to release a series for a while so I hope you enjoy it :) ~ 🌙

written parts: 🖋️

profiles: profiles 1 - profiles 2 - profiles 3

prologue

chapter 1 - back for good

chapter 2 - I've missed him 🤭

chapter 3 - the gang 🔥🔥💪💪

chapter 4 - shit...

chapter 5 - family reunion 🔥🔥

chapter 6 - betrayal

chapter 7 - seung... 🥹🥹

chapter 8 - you’ll start looking like a basketball

chapter 9 - i don’t want to get with heeseung!!!

chapter 10 - who the hell is ryujin

chapter 11 - don’t get too excited… (🖋️)

chapter 12 - at least we’re having fun!!!

chapter 13 -mysterious hot guy

chapter 14 - free food 👹👹

chapter 15 - she’s nice ig

chapter 16 - i always will

chapter 17 - maybe i do still care

chapter 18 - she kissed me…

chapter 19 - it’s getting pathetic now

chapter 20 - soon to be girlfriend 🤭🤭

chapter 21 - ouch.

chapter 22 - cuties 🤍

chapter 23 - don’t fuck up again lee heeseung.

chapter 24 - i’m so jealous

chapter 25 - too scared of rejection

chapter 26 -he’s not the man i’m pining for

chapter 27 - oblivious (🖋️)

chapter 28 - torture. pure torture.

chapter 29 - it’s just spacious i promise

epilogue - let’s be together in every universe 🤍

[yourdaddyfigur3]

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[verbenaa]

snippet sunday 🖋️

thanks to @khywren and @xxnashiraxx for tagging me earlier this week for wip wednesday but since I'm a little late it's now snippet sunday 😅.

I had hoped to get chapter 8 of to eden posted over the weekend but I have been in NYC the past week and drastically overestimated the amount of energy I would have at night for writing after walking all around the city during the day. but I am back home and now back to writing, I think I'll be good to post by this coming weekend~

ANYWAY since it's taking me so long, please enjoy some smut 🤭😏

She’s terribly close when his mouth leaves her, and she mourns the loss of his tongue for mere seconds before he fills her with fingers that press urgently, curling just right as his lips kiss their way to her thigh. “Do it.” She spreads wider for him, and she can hear his satisfied hum against her skin before he opens his mouth and sinks his teeth in the soft flesh of her inner thigh. The familiar ice of his bite hurts far too good, the icy pain warring against the heat surging through her body as he drinks from her, blood running in scarlet rivulets down her thigh to stain the worn blanket beneath her. Astarion’s messy as he drinks, her hips writhing in time with the fingers still artfully working inside her. Her back arches as she tries to quiet her cry, a fist curling into the blanket beneath her. The metallic scent of iron tinges the air of the tent as he drinks and Rin can’t help the moan that fall from her open mouth at the feeling of his lips on her skin, sucking and licking and—gods, kissing.  “There, please.” His fingers hit perfectly over and over again and her thighs tremble. “Please don’t stop.” Astarion sucks hard at the bite as she begs, fingers keeping pace with the movement of her hips as he drinks down another surge of her blood. With only a few more presses of his fingers, curving just right to hit exactly where she needs him.

tagginggggg @elinorbard @ladyduellist @inkymoonbunny @preciouslittlebhaalbae @khywren @xxnashiraxx and anyone else who wants to join in because I can't think (too much smut writing SORRY ABOUT IT)

[shuniverse]

new color? ,,| l.f

🖋️ got my hair redone and I thought I’d write a fic involving it <3 also I am SO SO SO sorry about all the requests just sitting in my drafts, accumulating dust. ESPECIALLY my jisung one. whoever sent that in I’m so sorry pls forgive school is hectic and life is hectic and I spurted out this short blurb on a whim 😭

0.9k words

💌 f!reader (self inserting at this point lol), lots of hair play cuz lix would do that, cute stuff cuz I didn’t wanna take this in a smutty direction lol (may do that later tho 🤭), lix does reader’s hair, they’re so in love please gimme that I beg

☆.｡.:*

you take a step into your shared apartment, your hair resting freshly done on your shoulders.

the pretty deep purple accentuates your facial features perfectly, the curtain bangs framing your face.

you’ve wanted to get your hair done for a while now, your hair has gotten boring and your old color has started washing out so much that it doesn’t even look as beautiful and vibrant anymore.

but, you were excited to see felix’s reaction, and you are endeared seeing him in your guy’s kitchen, making dinner instead of his usual treats he adores, the sweets everyone knows him for, those yummy brownies no one can seem to get enough of.

you decide to hide yourself before he notice, so while his back is turned to you, you walk around the kitchen island and snake your hands around his waist resting your head on his back. he startles a bit, his hand jolting what was stirring the Mac and cheese he was making.

he smiles registering the familiarity of the hug, his free hand coming down to rub softly on your wrist, the pretty bracelet he bought you hung around it beautifully.

“hi, sweetheart.” he sighs fondly, reaching a hand back to gently rub your head, not realizing it’s different than when he touched it just this morning.

“heyyyy, sunshine.” you giggle, and he’s a bit confused, but figures you’re just happy. which, to be fair, isn’t far from the truth.

“you have a good day today?” his question makes you smile more.

“mhm! it was good, been missing you all day. and and and- lixie, guess what.”

he giggles. “what’s up princess?”

you giggle in response. “close your eyes, then after that turn around.”

he nods, taking a pause from his stirring, closing his eyes, an adorable smile on his face as he waits.

you shimmy from excitement, fixing little stray pieces of hair and straightening your shirt, you look at him with anticipation.

“okay.. open!”

and so he does, his pretty chocolate eyes looking at you with that same adorable smile, until it turns into one of awe.

“oh my god! you dyed your hair!”

you nod and laugh as he reaches forward, a love-filled and awed expression as he plays with the strands in his ringed fingers.

“and cut it.” you add, a happy smile on your face at his reaction. his eyes widen more.

“oh. my. GOD. you are so beautiful it physically pains me.”

you laugh, swatting softly at his hand that squishes your cheeks. “you’re cute when you’re excited, lix.”

he grins, cupping your face, kissing all over it, before kissing your head. he gazes into your eyes with one of the biggest heart-eyed looks he’s ever given.

“you, princess, are absolutely exquisite.”

his words, in that deep and velvety register, make you blush, tingling from head to toe, as you get shy. “l-lixxxx-“

“hush, no, you are gorgeous honey, jaw dropping even. after dinner can I do your pretty hair, baby?”

you softly nod, smiling as he holds your face to bring your lips to his, kissing you slowly, before pulling away after a few seconds. he gives you that gorgeous smile of his, which seems to be contagious considering you smile more yourself.

“dinner will be done here soon, okay? just go make yourself comfy and turn on a show, pretty, I’ll be in soon.”

you swear you give him the biggest heart eyes ever, and he kisses your forehead. “well go on, baby, no need to dawdle.”

you giggle and walk to the living room, sitting on your couch and turning on an anime you and felix have watched a billion times. it’s not super long before he’s walking in, half of his pretty blonde hair up while the rest lays softly on his neck, with two bowls of mac and cheese, and little fruits on the sides. not ideal, but it tastes good either way. felix wasn’t much of a chef anyhow, mainly skilled in baking and such.

but you’re not gonna complain, not when he sits down next to you with a soft smile on his freckled face, not when he carefully hands you the very warm bowl of perfectly cheesy elbow noodles, not when he rests and nuzzles his head onto your shoulder for the warm physical contact he craves constantly. he’s so perfect, you can never complain, and you’d never even want to.

he looks up at you, those gorgeous, deep coffee eyes gazing at your face with adoration. you can’t help but lean down and kiss his forehead, nose and lips, the plumpness of them almost standing as little pillows for your own.

he can never get enough of you, or you of him. it’s perfect, really.

soon, the noodles and assorted fruits are gone, the anime forgotten as you and felix talked for a long while, all while he makes little braids into your newly dyed and cut locks, and finally putting it into two little pigtails.

he shows you what you look like when he takes a(n adorable picture, he thinks) photo, and you giggle happily and hug him, smiling.

he kisses your head, holding you snug in his arms, returning the same warm smile. “I love you so so much, princess.”

you smile more. “I love you too, lixie. so so much.”

and soon, it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep with him like that on the couch, the anime just background noise while you hold each other.

☆.｡.:*

IM SO SORRY FOR MY HIATUS I PROMISE ITS NOT ON PURPOSE

to whoever sent in that jisung requests a month or so ago, I’m so sorry I haven’t gotten it out yet, I’ve been so busy and it’s the end of the school year for me and everything is hectic I’m so sorry 😭

but, even with my irregular posts, I hope you enjoy this anyhow! feel free to like/reblog, it’s greatly appreciated!

[alphaofdarkness]

For the Sabezra Secret Santa ask game: 🖋️🖼️✨🎁

Hello anon! Thank you so much for the ask! 🤗✨🙌🏼

🖌 Favorite sabezra work you've made?

Answered here and here!

My next favorite draw... hehe is this redraw 💜🤭🧡

🖼 Favorite sabezra work someone else has made?

I answered this one here!

I am honestly just so in love with @jessicas-pi’s sabezra stories, especially Commit To the Bit and Starbirds and Wolves (Drew some fan art for this one I believe) ! She is just very talented in all her writing and art and always look forward to all her new works, they always bring a smile to my face! 💜☺️

Honestly, just every sabezra artist and writer in the community is amazing, there are so many of you talented peeps and am so grateful to have a chance to appreciate the details and read all works! ☺️🧡💜 please keep on creating and writing! 🙌🏼

✨ Biggest Christmas wish this year?

Just wishing for good and positive things for all my loved ones (family, friends, online friends, etc.) I know we all need it in these trying times 🙏🏼🫂. May we all receive what we hope for this Christmas/Holiday time. 🫂💜✨ I hope it snows lol, which is a lot to ask for in Texas, but also,,, maybe for the best that it doesn’t. Maybe flurries would be enough 🌨️❄️

🎁 Best Christmas present you've ever received?

Ah, hmm 👀,,, my memory is so bad help, I don’t recall very well. I barely ask for anything at all as of late.

I have vivid memories of receiving a bike one Christmas morning 🤔 I remember being so elated and happy to have sturdy new one and remember being very excited, immediately wanting to take out for a ride around the neighborhood! I remember my dad joining with me and he would let me ride it in the middle of the road (so long as no cars were out and about) it was really fun. I think it was also before the neighborhood park was built so he took me through other areas around my home.

Honestly, take me back to simpler times (also I want to ride a bike again 😔 I would have liked to use one through my undergrad and masters, but my mom said “no the weather and you’ll get tired 😤” lol honestly I think it was for the best, I did a lot of walking haha)

Sorry for the delay on this ask anon! My thoughts couldn’t formulate the last two questions haha 😅

[bigalockwood]

cake for the WIP ask game? 💜

Tina 💜 thanks for asking!!

Cake (from something I can’t tell you anything about yet 🤭): “So what if Simon’s ass was more pleasant to look at than cakes?”

Send me a word (or words) and I’ll find a sentence from my WIP’s it appears in 🖋️

[yazan-kalem-siyah06]

Aklımdan Çıkmıyorsun Ki...💙Gönlüme Düşesin Kalbimde Duruyorsun....Hiç Bitmeyecek Sana Olan SEVGİMM💜MM ...Sabahları Gözlerimi Açar Açmaz Aradığım SENSİNN.... 💙Sabah Duamsın... Akşam Yakarışımsın.... ..ALLAHA Kaç Gün Kaç Gece Ağladı Bu Gözler... 💜Elbette Bu Yürek Sevdiğini Özler...

Korku Yok İçimde... Sadece Sen Varsın... Ben Seni Hiç Bırakmadım Ki ....💙Şimşek Gibi Gözünün Önünde Çakarım Gökyüzünü Bulutlu Görüpte.....💜Beni Yok Sayma Üzerine Düşen Yağmurda Benim.... Bunu Unutma Ey SEVGİLİMMM.... Ben Seni Her Anımda YAŞIYORUMMM... Seni İçimde Yaşatıyorum... Sen Vaz Geçemiyeceğim Tutkusun İçimde......💜💜

Geceye Not🖋️

"Hiç kimseyi rüyanda görecek kadar sevme.

Çünkü o zaman uyusan da geçmez.!

HUZURLA 🌜🌟⭐✨

Geceye not düşelimi;

Ahte Vefası olmayanın,

Bugüne faydası,

Yarına saygısı olmaz...

İyi geceler dedi

🗣️ S......S

🥰🤭🤗🫂♥️🌹💋🥰🫂♥️🇹🇷♥️

~

[misshoneyimhome]

Would you write for Pyotr Kochetkov? With the prompt “Just tell me I’m the one.” Where Kochetkov thinks reader wants Svechnikov because of how close him and reader are but obby the reader wants Kochetkov 🤭

Oh, a new goalie has been added to the roster! 🤗

So, this is obv my first time writing for this young cutie pie, but I hope I've managed to capture his essence alright 🤍 I wasn't sure how good his English had become at this point, but after watching a few videos, I found it so endearing listening to him speak 🌺

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it 🤍

Tropes and warnings; friends to lovers; Pyotr Kochetkov x reader; just pure fluff; no warnings

Word count; 2.3K+

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“Just tell me I’m the one" I Pyotr Kochetkov 🖋️🌺

Pyotr Kochetkov had never been particularly confident when it came to matters of the heart.

As a goaltender, he was steady and unyielding, a reliable last line of defence for the Carolina Hurricanes. On the ice, he knew his role and executed it with precision, but when it came to understanding the intricacies of romantic interest, he was often feeling rather uncertain and maybe even act a little playful about it. His teammates would frequently joke about his stoic nature, teasing that he was more comfortable facing a breakaway than a heartfelt conversation, and he always just laughed along. It didn’t bother him at all, yet he couldn’t help but feel a stir within him.

What they didn’t know details of was that lately, his mind had been occupied with thoughts far away from the ice rink, as he couldn't help but notice how close you and Andrei Svechnikov had become over the past few weeks and months—always sharing inside jokes, laughing together during team dinners, and exchanging glances that seemed to speak volumes. Each moment chipped away at his composure, leaving him restless and distracted.

And one evening after practice, Pyotr found himself sitting alone in the quiet of the locker room, still in his gear, turning over these thoughts in his mind. As he’d skated off the ice, his mind was clouded with conflicting emotions. The day's practice had been just fine as he usually found solace in the repetitive motions and camaraderie of the team. 

However, he had then spotted you in the stands, chatting animatedly with Andrei. He knew the two of you had been friends for some time, and that your bond was unmistakable, yet his heart sank every time he saw you laughing together, a pit of jealousy and insecurity forming in his stomach. And though he knew it was irrational, he just couldn't help the way he felt.

The room, usually buzzing with the energy of his teammates, was now a sanctuary of solitude, and the only sounds were the distant echoes of equipment being packed away and the faint hum of the air conditioning. Pyotr stared at the ground, his thoughts a tangled mess of insecurity and longing, as he couldn't deny the twinge of jealousy that gnawed at him whenever he saw you and Andrei together. Were you interested in Svechnikov? Did you see him as more than a friend?

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The truth was that you too harboured deep feelings for the young goaltender. From the moment you met Pyotr Kochetkov, you had felt something different - a sensation you couldn't quite pinpoint at first, yet it became clear as you spent more time around Andrei and Pyotr, particularly during the English lessons you helped them with: the fluttering in your stomach whenever Pyotr was near were butterflies of love.

Pyotr had no idea about the emotions you held for him. You had done everything possible to keep them hidden, but that had been easier said than done. Andrei had quickly noticed the romantic tension lingering between the two of you, although he never explicitly mentioned it. He would only tease you lightly about your crush when you were alone, not wanting to meddle but secretly hoping his two friends would eventually confess their feelings for each other. Yet, neither of you ever did.

There was one day though, when Andrei thought you were close to revealing your feelings. It happened during one of your casual coffee meetings, where you often helped Pyotr and Andrei with their English. Because you had Russian roots through your grandmother, you had suggested these kinds of sessions, something more informal and relaxed than typical English lessons.

And on this particular day, the topic of love and expressing emotions came up. The sun was setting outside the café window, casting a warm, golden glow over the table where the three of you sat. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint scent of pastries, creating an inviting atmosphere. Pyotr sat next to you; his striking brown eyes focused intently on the phrases written on the paper before him. His brow furrowed slightly in concentration, making him look even more endearing.

"I am in love with you," Pyotr read out loud, practising his pronunciation. His voice was soft, almost reverent, as he spoke the words. "You are the one for me."

"Exactly, just like that," you replied with a sweet smile, trying to hide the quickening of your heartbeat. "That's exactly how you'd say it.”

"And this is—'Would you like to go out with me?'" he asked, smiling softly as he read the next line from the paper. His smile was shy, almost hesitant, yet it lit up his face in a way that made your heart skip a beat.

You felt another flutter in your tummy as he smiled, and you nodded. "Yeah, that's really good pronunciation. You're ready to actually go out and say it...to someone." Your voice was soft, tinged with hope that he would catch on to your subtle hints. The café’s ambient chatter seemed to fade into the background as you willed him to understand what you truly meant. However, when he simply moved on to the next line, you felt convinced he would never see you that way. The moment passed, leaving you with a bittersweet ache. 

Meanwhile, sitting opposite you, Andrei was on the verge of pulling his hair out. How could the two of you not see it? It was so obvious to everyone else. You were sitting so close together, practising phrases about love and dating, yet neither of you seized the opportunity to act on it.

So, by the end of the day, Andrei was ready to confront the situation directly. As Pyotr had left for his goaltender yoga training, he looked at you with a curious expression.

"What?" you asked, noticing his intense gaze. "What is it, Andrei?"

"How can you not see it?" he asked, almost out of breath from frustration. "You and Pyotr... It's so clear—you like each other. You should go out on dates."

You shook your head. "He doesn't see me that way, Andrei... clearly, otherwise, he would... you know."

Andrei sighed deeply. "Y/N, Pyotr really, really likes you. But he's just a guy. He doesn't know how to express these things, even when it's right in front of him." He looked at you with a soft expression and added, "Not even in Russian."

You sighed softly, realising that you might have put too much hope and faith into small clues and hints that no one else understood as a request for something beyond friendship. "You really think he likes me?" you asked timidly.

"Y/N, Pyotr is head over heels in love with you," Andrei assured you with a gentle smile.

And you couldn't help but chuckle lightly. Andrei was truly an amazing friend, and you knew he would make someone very happy one day. 

"And now I'm sure you’ve actually learned something from today's lesson – using a phrase like that."

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Andrei’s revelation had sparked a flicker of courage within you. And armed with newfound confidence, you resolved to confront Pyotr about your feelings. You had rehearsed the words in your mind, imagining how his reaction might unfold, but when you arrived at practice the following day, your hopes were dashed.

As you walked down the corridor, you saw Pyotr in deep conversation with a girl from the team’s support staff. Their body language spoke volumes—laughter, shared glances, a familiarity that cut through you like a knife. And it was clear he was asking her out, using the same phrases you had practised with him just days ago. The realisation hit you like a punch to the gut. You stood there, frozen, trying to process the sight before you. The warmth that had blossomed in your chest turned cold, replaced by a sinking feeling of disappointment and hurt.

But in truth, Pyotr had been dealing with a broken heart for some time, misinterpreting your growing closeness with Andrei as something more. And convinced that pursuing you would only bring him more pain, he decided to focus his attention elsewhere, hoping to distract himself from the agony of unreturned love.

Meanwhile, Andrei was caught between frustration and sympathy. He had watched the two of you skirt around your true feelings for far too long. Each missed chance to express yourselves left him exasperated, as he deeply cared for both of you and longed for you to recognise what was so evident to everyone else.

The hallway buzzed with activity around you, unaware of the emotional turmoil unfolding within. Pyotr and the girl exchanged smiles, arranging plans for the weekend, while you stood rooted to the spot, grappling with the shattered remnants of your hopes and the harsh reality before you.

And sensing your distress, Andrei approached quietly. His expression mirrored your anguish, a silent acknowledgment of shared disappointment. "I'm sorry, Y/N," he murmured softly, his voice tinged with regret. "He asked her out?"

You nodded your head numbly, unable to find the words. The weight of unspoken truths hung heavy in the air between you. And in that moment, the best comfort Andrei could offer was a tight, friendly hug. A hug that didn’t escape the corner of Pyotr’s eye.

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The next day, however, the weight of unspoken emotions became too much for you to bear. As you watched the team wrap up after the day’s practice, you suddenly felt determined to confront Pyotr. So, finally breaking free from the uncertainty that had plagued you both, you steeled yourself for the conversation you had been avoiding.

Meanwhile, after a rigorous training session, Pyotr trudged back to the locker room with a heavy heart. He had been trying to distance himself from the sight of you and Andrei together, hoping to quell the ache of jealousy that gnawed at him. And as he began to strip off his gear, the echoes of laughter and shared moments between you and Andrei haunted him still, causing the sound of approaching footsteps to startle him. And as he turned to see you standing in the doorway, your expression offered a mix of concern and determination.

"Pyotr, can we talk?" you asked softly, your voice breaking the heavy silence that hung between you.

He merely nodded, trying to steady his emotions. "Sure, what's up?"

You hesitated for a moment, gathering your thoughts before speaking again, and your eyes searched his, hoping to find the courage to voice what had been weighing on your heart. "I've noticed you've been distant lately. Is everything okay?"

Pyotr sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I... I have just had a lot on mind."

"Like what?" you gently pressed, taking a tentative step closer to him.

Then taking a deep breath, Pyotr knew it was now or never. "I see how close you are with Andrei. The way you laugh together, the way you look at each other... It is hard not to feel like I'm just an outsider."

Surprise flickered across your face, and you shook your head earnestly. "Pyotr, no. It’s not like that with Andrei. We’re just friends, I promise."

Pyotr looked away, unable to handle the intensity of your gaze. "Then what is it? Why do I feel like you’re always with him and not me?"

Your heart ached at his words, and you reached out, placing a reassuring hand on his arm. "Because I’ve been scared, Pyotr. Scared that you wouldn’t feel the same way about me."

His eyes flickered back to yours, filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "What do you mean?"

Summoning all your courage, you took a deep breath, your voice barely above a whisper. "I care about Andrei, but not the way I care about you. I want you, Pyotr. I’ve wanted you for a long time. I just didn’t know how to tell you."

Pyotr's heart skipped a beat, his mind racing as he absorbed your confession. "Are you serious?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

You nodded firmly, stepping closer to him. "Yes, but then I saw you with that other girl and…" You trailed off with a defeated sigh, the pain of seeing him with someone else clear in your eyes. "And I couldn’t believe it when Andrei told me that you might actually like me back."

A wave of guilt washed over Pyotr as he realised how his actions had inadvertently hurt you. "I do like you. She... doesn't mean anything to me," he blurted out earnestly, desperate to reassure you.

"Really?" you asked, searching his eyes for sincerity.

Pyotr nodded fervently, a small smile tugging at his lips despite the lingering doubts. 

"Just... please, tell me I'm the one."

"You're the one," he affirmed softly, his voice filled with unwavering certainty. "I have wanted you too, but I was afraid to say anything."

A sense of relief washed over you, tears of joy threatening to spill over as Pyotr's admission lifted a weight off your shoulders that you had carried for far too long. And a radiant smile spread across your face, your heart soaring with happiness. "Then what are we waiting for?" 

Then without hesitation, Pyotr pulled you into his arms. Closing the gap between you he leaned down to capture you lips with his, holding you close as if he never wanted to let go. The kiss was tender, yet filled the desire that had been lingering for a while. 

The tension that had once divided you melted away in the warmth of his embrace, replaced by a newfound closeness and understanding. And in that moment, surrounded by the familiar scents of sweat and equipment in the locker room, you both knew this was the beginning of something beautiful.

For Pyotr, the doubts and insecurities that had clouded his heart were swept aside by the overwhelming joy of knowing that you chose him. And for you, the journey of unspoken feelings finally found its voice, setting the stage for a love that had waited patiently in the wings.

As you rested against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart, Pyotr knew that despite the challenges that lay ahead, you were the one he wanted by his side. And that was all he needed to feel complete.

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{17:33} 🖋️ Escrevendo aqui pra depois anotar em outro lugar 🤭

Então, sendo romântica de coração e ainda afligida pela grande tendência à fantasias, percebo que a vida na verdade é um amontoado de coisas extremamente sem graça.

Tipo, um curso ou carreira que você gosta, um relacionamento, amizades, não são coisas assim tão especiais. Na verdade, o trabalho que você tem no dia a dia para manter essas coisas estáveis na sua vida é, sim, bastante sem graça.

Isso não quer dizer que você não possa sentir prazer nessas coisas sem graça, porém, contudo, entretanto e todavia, nem sempre e na maior parte do tempo, elas serão mão suada, coração acelerado, boca seca e borboletas no estômago. Na maior parte do tempo elas serão corriqueiras e comuns, e nós daremos mais valor a elas quando certo tempo já tiver passado, não é estranho?