#(( haha i am so!! fast at replying!! did not take me 2 months no- ))

[cryopathiic-a]

Urogi with his no thoughts for personal space brought his body close to the Upper Two. He hovered right behind him, his body afloat by the power of his wings, that sent a light breeze against Douma. "I have always wondered what all this is about." Urogi's hands reached forward to Douma's hair, scaled fingers lifted some of the red parts. "It's like someone tossed a bucket of blood on top of your head, hahah!" He liked it, but with the way he said it, was playful, and full of small cackles of joy.

Many things are whispered among demons of Upper Two's capricious nature. Where some have benefited from his fickle bouts of generosity, others have had to face a more cruel side — and who Dōma gives his blessing to is often subject to who he favors.

So, Urogi should feel honored, that the only repercussion to his transgression would be to witness his own arm falling to the floor. The fan's swipe is faster than the eye could catch; one moment, the second moon had been standing completely still and the next there's only a lingering chill and the tengu is missing a replacable arm. The grin plastered on Dōma's face never falters, though. It almost comes across as disconnected.

❝ Mm— I don't think that's your job, buddy. To wonder about things. I mean, between you and Karaku, you guys barely have a full brain capacity. ❞ And he says it sweetly, of course, as if it's not meant to be an insult. ❝ But I'll tell you! This bloodstain crown is a gift from Master. So I'm always careful not to wash it off, by accident. ❞ Of course, that's only half the story. Water wouldn't make it go away as the indents of Muzan's claws are still there in his scalp.

❝ I guess it's kind of like the stuff around your eyes? And on your head. ❞ Which, he proceeds to poke. They're not the same, after all. Dōma can touch him as he likes, because that's how the ladder goes. ❝ It kind of looks like that wart on Hantengu's head. ❞

[hyaciiintho]

❀ || As I’m sure some of you have noticed, I’m slowly making a return to here  ♡ I’ll more than likely start clean and just do new threads (I do that all the time, I know, I’m sorry pfft~) but I mostly want to get specific things done first before diving in too hard into the rpc again. I’ll see how I do trying to reply to what I have right now in my drafts, but-- no promises, so I apologize!

For the things I want to do, specifically it’s re-write rules and create card pages for everything instead of relying on tumblr’s constantly breaking code gfdjklhg but to simplify it: 

- I’ll probably be sticking to shorter threads, and if they become longer the more it goes on, then cool. But otherwise... I need something to hook me into an actively going thread so I can become invested. My attention span has gotten worse over the years, and I just need some more fast-paced interactions to keep me hooked!

And that’s really about it honestly pfft~ I hope others can be patient with me as I try to get back on my feet. I’ll give more IRL updates below the cut, but aside from that... I hope everyone has a lovely day and has been taking care of themselves!  ♡ ♡ ♡ If anyone really wants to keep anything we had, just let me know, otherwise it’s just up to my silly little brain to determine what I want to keep pfft~ Okay, I love you, bye-bye  ♡

Psyche, it’s time for the IRL info dump whoo !!

Just a lot of adjusting and battling with my brain. It’s hard to commit to things and start on others once you’ve fallen off the wagon, so it’s been an incredibly hard battle trying to get back into the swing of... anything, really! It’s tough! 

I did catch The Plague™ in December (I felt awful around the 20th) and now I’m still feeling the after effects. I jokingly said wow I hope this doesn’t awaken the secret asthmatic in me haha and it really does feel that way honestly pfft~

Aside from that, 2022 has just been a whirlwind of up’s and down’s, but I’ve been working through it and moving passed it. I’m hoping 2023 turns out to be a more productive year for me, so I’ve been trying to make a schedule for myself to try and accomplish that... with how my brain works though, it’s been harder than it really should for a person, but I’m doing my best  ♡ Trying to get back into streaming and getting more of a variety of things done (like not play the same game every night and actually play the other games I have that I have yet to touch and still have wrapped in plastic)

And also make time for friends I don’t usually get to hang out with and talk to and play games with. It’s sucks because I know it’s an awful feeling of being like... scheduled to hang out with, like it’s an appointment or something, but man, honestly, with how I function? It’s amazing I get even the bare basic functions of my own life handled without collapsing and wanting to sleep for 7 years :/ 

Social stuff and online stuff... hobbies and activities... work... all of it is so draining and I don’t think people really understand how hard it is to even just go to work and come home and then make dinner for myself. I hyper focus on one thing (work, mostly) and then get nothing else done the rest of my day. So this scheduling thing is really the best I can do to try and fit everything and everyone I care for into my life... it’s the best I can do, and I’m sorry about that, but I am trying.

Kind of why doing smaller replies on tumblr for rp would be best for me too. I just really can’t keep my focus on these things, and I want to enjoy writing and rp, I just cannot sit here for 2 months waiting on a long ass reply that isn’t going anywhere and still have that huge drive to drop multiple paragraphs in turn. I am patient, I do not rush anyone because I do not like to be rushed in turn. This is just the trend I’ve found myself falling into, because I write so much and get so much in return-- that we both need so much time to get the energy and drive to write a bunch for our replies, that I just... fall out of interest or drive when that reply comes in because I’ve been waiting too long for my brain’s liking. It’s not because I don’t want to reply or don’t want to write with you. It’s just my brain loses the drive and suddenly that exciting thread is less exciting, more like work. I don’t want that. So I’m doing my best to fix that  ♡ 

2023 is the designated year to try and improve myself in every aspect  ♡ as a person, in my outlook, inside and out-- Just improvements all around. The quote I’m living by is “Romanticize your life more; There is magic in every little thing. You just have to look hard enough.” So that’s what I’m trying to do  ♡ 

This was a lot, so I’ll stop rambling pfft~ I hope everyone has a lovely day, take care of yourselves, and if you read all this?? You’re insane-- but also thank you, and I give you well wishes  ♡ ♡ ♡ Okay... back to work I go!

[harsheeys6]

stolen love

Chapter 1 David

 I look deep into her eyes I see pain; I see her desperately screaming for help. I do not know the cause of her pain, but I want to be one of the people who will pull her out of this living hell. I am a naturally sociable person for as long as I can remember I was always surrounded by people. Unlike her though she is well known, she was no stranger to the spotlight but she was an open book but yet a mysterious puzzles, a puzzle whose pieces are gone missing. Emma Sinclair, who or what did this to you I thought to myself. CUT screamed the director, UGH why so fast I thought to myself as I had to release my hands from her face. The crew members then started to pack up for the day. Wish it was not over just yet, you see I would use any excuse to spend time with her-Emma.

5 months  ago

My legs were shivering and I had no control over it. I was nervous beyond words. My first ever shoot for a movie .my dream was going to begin FINALLY. i kept getting messages from my friends like “good luck man, David you can do it”broo make us proud” and then came a message I was longing for ”son you can do it, me and you mom are very proud of you “ dad , mom I will not disappoint you. Trust me. David called the producer my legs followed the sound, ‘how are you he asked ‘fine’ David meet Emma she will be the female lead for this film. in front of me stood a lean and slender young a bit shorter than usual women her with chestnut brown eyes and her long golden locks waving with the wind and a warm smile on her face. I was mesmerised by her that’s when Emanuel charter -the director added “Emma, Emma Sinclair the daughter of the famous actors Bennet and Sophia Sinclair’ all of a sudden the smile from her face disappeared. ‘Nice to meet you David, I’ve heard a lot about you from MR charter’ ‘the pleasure I all mine MRs Sinclair’ ‘‘oh please, don’t be so formal you can just call me Emma’. ‘Nice to meet you Emma’

MR charter was introducing Emma and I  to the rest of the crew members all recognised Emma due to her parents popularity her bright smile from the beginning was now gone . we then started shooting, it is true saying’ when you do something u desire time runs fast’ and I never knew how time ran so fast. Then it was time for lunch me and Emma had lunch together when the rest of the crew sat together with their groups. ‘how was the shoot’ she asked, a smile spread over my face ‘great just as I expected, what about yours?’ she just nodded her head then with a timid voice replied’ it was fine I guess’ I did not want to question her more about the day so I tried to divert the topic. So we just told each other random facts about each other

‘I find the kitchen as a war zone’ she said

‘The  kitchen?’ I said in astonishment

‘Hmm-mm’ she nodded

‘Ok now something about you’ said she

‘Okay let’s see, I wanted to become a singer until 3 years ago’

A singer? That’s surprising but I’m sure you’ll be a great actor ’

Generally people question me why I became a actor if I always dreamt of becoming a singer but she did not she encouraged me . She was different. She intrigued  me .i wanted to get to know her more

‘You work out?’ she asked

‘Well..ya at times’

‘Would it be fine if I could join you ?’ she asked in a hesitant voice

Ya sure no problem at all’ I was glad I’ll get to meet her, not just in the production house now even in the gym .

CHAPTER 2 Emma

‘Emma! Where are you going’ questioned  Olivia

Olivia to me is one of those people who know everything about me. She is my shoulder when I need help, my backbone who always  supports me, a guide who guides me, a tutor who teaches me and my best friend who does stupid things with me.

‘To the gym’ I replied

‘GYM! You? What happened to you, who are you and what did to the Emma I know’

‘Haha!very funny’

Okay okay so why are you going to the gym

MR charter wanted me to take care of my so called ‘figure’ I don’t know why but that makes me feel like people see the film for the leads appearance and not the story. How typical.so ya I am now having to join the gym luckily for me David allowed me to accompany him

David who? Babe tell me honestly

David is my co-star in the film, he is also a new comer in the industry and to be honest something about him makes me comfortable

Olivia smiled at me ‘ I am glad you found someone with whom you feel comfortable like him ,again ‘ I tried to smile whole heartedly but she saw through me,

It’s okay’ she reassured me’ I know it’s yet hard for you ‘

 I have my lips pressed together in a thin line, a nod as words fail me.

I check the time and I realise that I will be late if I I do not start right now. Just as I get up from the chair I receive a message from David

David-hey I’m waiting outside your house’ your ready o go?

Me- ya..um I’ll be out in a minute

Olivia David is waiting out for me , he came to pick me up ‘ i said

‘then go what are you waiting for’ she said

It’s not that we never agreed on him picking me’ I replied

‘Don’t be your overthinking self he is just trying to be nice’

‘Okay I’ll get going then ‘ I said pointing at the door

‘Byee enjoy in the gym’ Olivia said trying to cheer me up about going to a gym

‘I’ll try my best’ I tried to be optimistic

                                                                      ………

I close the front door and then I spot David in the car’s driver’s seat he looks up from his phone and then at me. Our eyes interlock each other’s I walk up to the car, he gets out of the car and then opens the door to the passenger’s seat for me. What a gentleman. He then sits in the drivers eat resting his arms in the steering wheel, I can help but notice who handsome he looks with his deep blue eyes staring into mine his biceps are clearly visible, his chiselled face and cupid bow lips seek attention, this man is such a beautiful creation ‘what the fuck are you thinking Emma Wilson stop thinking this utter bullshit right now’ I scolded myself for thinking that I mean how could i?

As I go on scolding myself he interrupts my train of thoughts ‘ a penny for your thoughts?’ ‘oh uh..me..i was ju-just..uhm’ he inturrepts me ‘ you don’t have to tell me if you’re not comfortable’ he says with a re assuring smile. Why are my word failing me so much today? ‘sorry I did not mean to make it awkward” I say while fidgeting with my fingers.

He places his hand on my lap while his eyes are fixed on the road , ‘you do not have to be sorry, everyone takes their own time,  I totally understand’ his hands are yet on my lap and his thumbs rub to and fro across my skin thanks to my shorts. I look at him my eyes are fixed on him i am so glad that he is this understanding once again I try to speak but not a lot of words escapes ‘th-th….than..thanks”  finally those six alphabets  escape my mouth.

He starts laughing and I gaze out of the window and laugh at myself

Chapter 3 David

she looks so cute when she blushes with that tint of red that bush that flushes through her cheeks  hers and the look on her face is just  adorable . I want her to feel comfortable around me I do not want her to be worried that she’ll be judged I want her to feel free.

We reach the gym and we get out of the car I was planning to open the door for her, but I failed. Wh then entered the gym .After we go to the gym she is eyes wide open there is a minute or two’s  silence

‘I might break a limb if I do this’ she says

I laugh I can’t help she looks adorable right now

‘Ay! This ain’t funny’ she says while looking just adorable

‘Relax you won’t break your limbs’ I say trying to reassure her   

‘Sighs! Fine but no intense training today’ she asks unsure of my answer

‘Okay okay no intense training’ I say

‘So, what do we do now? Which exercise do we start?’

Lest start with something moderate, like, the treadmill

Cool! I can do that ‘she says with her eyes twinkling

I look at her climbing on the treadmill her curves perfectly visible in her skin tight short and a bra .i take the treadmill next t hers  as time progresses I can’t help but look at her chest inflate every time she takes a deep breath. She starts to sweat soon a drop of sweat glides through her forehead and the fall down on top of her breast. FUCK what is wrong with me .i stop and go to have some water. Emma looks and asks me what happened. I reply that I am fine and ask her to continue. David what the fuck I wrong with you, stop acting like a pervert all such thoughts went through my head.

                                                                       ………

After the gym session I rode her back home there was a conversation, a conversation that might take place between two friends but I don’t not want to be just her friend I want be more than a friend to her.

While getting into the car she sorry ‘sorry did I hold you back today’

‘Oh not at all’ I say trying to reassure her, she looks dull

She did not reply but just smiled, but this smile was confusing, it looked like she was sad, she was in pain, I was lost

I did not want to ask her anything else that might cause her pain so we remained in silence throughout the car ride. She was looking out of the window this made it so much more difficult to read her face.

What did I do? Did I hurt her? Is she in pain?  Is she mad at me? All such thoughts ran through my mind. This was making me crazy I could not bear looking at her right now

I’ve known her for two days and she is doing so much to me. I’ve surrendered to her, surrendered to her beauty, childishness, her bubbliness her elegance and grace, her smile and her mysterious eyes.

We reached her place she turned towards me, her eyes wondered everywhere but my face and thanked me for the ride and rushed out .

WHAT HAPPENED EMMA, EVERYTHING WAS FINE, RIGHT? WAS IT BECAUSE OF THE WAY I ACTED A WHILE AGO?

Chapter 4 Emma

We reach the gym and I get down on my own not waiting for him to open the door, if he opens the door I will be  the hot mess I was, stutteringnot knowing what to do, and I do not want him to know that he can do this to me. Not that I want this to happen to me when he is around me.

Everything over looks so tiring and everyone looks so well-built. I cannot fit in here I will for sure stick out as a sore thumb.  Why am I doing this? May be the film industries was never mean for me! Just because my parents did it doesn’t mean I can do it! ‘Ah! Such overthinking is common for you Emma Wilson but never let your chronic overthinking be your hurdle’ I told myself when I started to drown in my own thoughts and all of a sudden I blurt out some of my thoughts and then the conversation actually went better than expected

I went on one of the treadmill and he took the one beside mine. Everything was fine but all of a sudden he rushes down the treadmill and takes a huge gulp of water and he stays there for a while he looked confused and agitated. I was now starting to get worried. And as for the rest of the time is was very diplomatic it was not like this previously, I do not what happened , did  I screw up again, as usual? I feel terrible for some reason. And when we were out of the gym his face at the beginning flashed and his smile reminded me of HIM. I miss HIM so bad. I don’t deserve to be happy! I don’t deserve to live this life! After getting into the car I apologised for holding him back. He told me not to worry about it and it was totally okay. I did not what to say so I just tried to smile. The rest of the car ride is completely silent. This was the loudest silence I ever had to endure... after reaching my place I thanked him for the ride, I did not have the guts to look at him right now he reminds me of HIM do much . I rushed out of the car.

 I could breathe again thank goodness, it was the toughest car ride ever. I hate it why is David reminding me of HIM? I feel like I am taking advantage of him. I do not want this to repeat ever again.

‘Emma’ olivia yells as she enters my room after me sitting in solitude for an hour breaking the silence. Right after seeing her I burst into tears

‘olivia I do not know what to do, this confuses me’ I say pleadingly

She hugs me. I am sitting on the bed and she is standing beside me. My face buried right below her ribcage. I was crying uncontrollably. I was nodding my head right to left. Her hands were rubbing my shoulder.

‘Shhh…shh it’s okay, it’s alright, it will all be okay’ she says

‘Will it?’ I ask her

‘Yes’ she says in a fable voice ‘nothing is permanent’

  I just cry more and more

‘What happened’ she asked

I narrate her story; we both are lying on my bed right now, staring at ceiling. We both say nothing she hold my hand and rubs her thumb on the back of my palm. I don’t know how she consoles me even without saying a word.

She then says it's okay you can’t help certain things

‘I can’t think about him when I am with David can I now?’

‘Ok I understand it, first of all, try to digest the fact that-‘                          

I exactly know what is she going to tell and I am not ready to listen to it so, I interrupt her ‘pleas no ‘I plead her

She gets up and sits on the bed and then looks at me ‘it’s not a crime you know that right ?’

‘It’s not but it feels wrong’ I say

‘its not wrong to get close with someone ‘

I can’t find any words so I stay silent

Olivia continues ‘you know you do not need to be romantically interested in him he could just end up as a good friend’  she said ‘don’t overthink all these situations just go with the flow’

That hit he, it hit me hard, this is the advice I needed the most. I sit up erect and I hugged her I felt light right now ‘i am so glad that I have you’ I said ‘thank you , thank u so much babe , I love you’ . She smiled and said ‘now relax and don’t be your usual overthinking self ‘ I furrowed my eyebrows and pouted, she started laughing and the way she laughs makes me laugh , we both continue to laugh like two crazy lunatics.                                                

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 Olivia and I spent the rest of the time we had together discussing about shit, shit that made up laugh, we spoke complete nonsense.  I am so glad to have her, she knows everything I went through, she was always there for me and most importantly she understands me she puts up with my mood swings and so much more.

I see my watch and jump out of the bed, ‘oh , soot I need to get ready’I said ‘ my shoot will start in like 30 minutes ‘

‘Go get ready ‘ said Olivia 

                                                                  …………

‘Tada !! how do I look’ I asked

Okay-ish was the reply I received

Seriously?

Okay, fine, you look good

I was ready a to head out,  I was just going through the script that I did not hear Olivia scream my name and after her yelling my name at least thrice I give her my full attention, she tells me ‘em, don’t worry and especially don’t overthink’ I just keep nodding. I then smile back and say ‘I won’t do the same mistake twice’.  Olivia flashes a bright smile and hugs me . I wave her bye and we walk out to the car and we part ways.

                                                                       ……………

Chapter 5 David

I drive to the set and the first thing I see once I enter the set is her, all I see. Emma is sitting in the chair next to MR Charter, she is going through the script and seems much more joyous than earlier today. I feel a sense of relief. I stand there for a movement and admire her .what’s wrong with you David I think to myself, you are a love-sick puppy aren’t you? My train of thought had come to a halt when MR Charter calls out my name, “hello MR charter I respond”  Emma turns toward me and smiles, “come over here and rehearse your lines with Emma “ says MR charter. I walk toward them and sit beside MR charter, I don’t sit beside Emma as I don’t want to make her uncomfortable again.

Have I made you wait long? I ask MR charter, oh no you’re not late MR charter reassures me. And the two you MR charter says don’t call me MR CHARTER you can call me Emanuel itself I’d prefer that more sure Emanuel says Emma with a smile on her face, MR charter, sorry Emanuel lets out a breath of relief

Emanuel had to go as he was goin to shoot another scene of the film “be ready the two of u the next scene is yours “ informed Emanuel. Emma and I went to and fro with the dialogues . we might have rehersed the script atleast 7-8 when Emma I a fable voice asked “ would it be okay if we stoped right now”

“Sure”I said “actually I was going to ask you the same thing”

“great minds do think alike” she said “ though my mind is not great at all”

“maybe you’re not great intellectually however you will be great at something else” I say “ nah I don’t think so “ she say

“that cant be true, every one is really good at something or other”I say “then what are u good at” she asks me

“ME” I ask, she nods her chin resting on her fist and her lips pressed into a thin line well I do like photography and cooking gives me pleasure  ”

“Cooking, how do u do it, “I said

[mikroaaurora]

confused

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 Woooow what a handful of a start to 2023. I think I’ve gone through the 5 stages of grief about 10 times during this month and a half. I’ve defiantly also experience a LOT within the shortest time although January felt like three months compiled into just one.

The BIG, big one was that I actually met someone, well this was December of 2022 but after about a month things were going well for us, actually things were going really well. I really liked this guy and I’m pretty sure he was reciprocating the same feelings back, and for me this was quite big because I had never been in a real relationship before, I mean I had dated a girl but she was my best friend so eh, and I had also dated long-out-of-the-country distance before, but I had never actually had a real relationship, and mind you this was with a boy.

I was nervous meeting him for the first date, hell I was shitting myself, honestly I think I almost considered driving back home, but I didn’t and we had a really great night.

Fast forward we would spend hours at night talking and watching movies (especially watching movies), staying up till 6am until one of us would doze off for a bit and then laughing at the fact we can both see the sun through our blinds. It was really really good, and it became quite a consistent habit to the point where I was wishing I just had one night to myself to play games haha.

I could also see my mood changing and I felt more happier, my family noticed me feeling happier.

A few weeks later after I saw him again things started to change, I mean he had his reasons that were completely reasonable so we talked a little less, took a little longer to reply to each other but it was okay, I had to understand. I just think that it was a little hard for me since we were talking so much constantly, I think I got a bit attached and clingy so I had to pull myself out of that mindset which wasn’t as easy but it got there.

Before I knew it we were not really talking at all and I was missing him constantly, at one point I think I got a little depressed for a few days because of it, since I was thinking… was it something I did? Did I do something wrong?? Whats happening???? But no matter what I could think of nothing has me pointing the finger at myself because we had just been like normal before we stopped talking so much. I struggled quite a bit through those probably 4 days, I didn’t do anything, wake up, watch tv all day, check tiktok a few times go to sleep, that’s all I did for about 4 days straight.

Honestly I would like to say a big fuck you to tiktok for also showing me so many relationship advice tiktoks on my fyp that fed into my anxiety and stress which didn’t help at all.

That was until I got sick of being sad.

One thing that I always admire about myself and pride myself on is how I can change my mood very quickly, and instantly motivate myself to be more positive. So I did. I was more positive and productive than I had been in the last 6 months. I was finally getting around to doing things I had put off for the longest time, I was waking up early, cooking myself new recipes and it made me feel really good!

Something that also helped was that I tend to get hyperfixated on something, in this case it was a movie/ movie characters, so tiktok I take that back thank you for feeding my hyperfixation.

Eventually I decided to text him after about 2 weeks of not talking, even though I was waiting for a response from him I said fuck it.

We talked for a few days but things just went back to normal and it felt like he was detaching himself a bit. But I kept gaslighting myself saying he’s busy, and tired because he was busy, he had a lot going on, but I don’t know things told me otherwise.

Now I think the worst part of this was he never established what we are, he did mention that we were in a relationship and god we acted like it but I just need that verbal confirmation.

I am still waiting for that confirmation and sometimes he’ll do things that will make me think okay we’re all fine, but then he’ll forget things that we had planned to do and I just get sad and confused all over again.

Confused that is the big word, constantly being confused.

Now I actually want to text him and ask him about what we are because I feel like it will be too hard to meet up and idk about calling, and I would like to know sooner or later before I become more confused with myself. But I told myself I would wait until valentines day is done just encase he decides to make a move, and wait until my trip this week is done since I don’t want to make myself stressed or sad.

But as for now the ball is in his court and I’m hoping he makes a move soon.

[libraryofloveletters]

so cute fic request. You are Maddie's OBGYN and at every appointment she insists to set you up with Buck, you deny her and finally one say yes just to be quiet and you meet what a great guy Buck is

The Set Up

Evan Buckley x Reader

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy and doctors offices, reader wears makeup, alcohol and the consumption of

Category: Straight Up Fluff 

Word Count: 2.6k

Author’s Note: here's a lil late v-day present for y’all :) 

Part 2: Dispatch: Labour in Progress 

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“How does the baby look ?” Maddie was laid back, her eyes on the monitor. “Perfect, a perfect little baby” you smile at her as you hand her a towel to wipe up the gel. 

“How many copies would you like ?” you turn towards the ultrasound machine. 

“As many as you'd give me” she laughed, pulling her shirt back down. 

“Dad’s working ?” you asked, leaning back in the chair. “Yeah, he’s been trying to get off a day to come with me” she sits up, pulling out her phone. 

Maddie was one of your favourite patients, she was a sweetheart and always happy, regardless of what was happening, you didn't know how she did it. She began showing you a few pictures of the nursery and two guys who were in the picture. The first guy was Chimney, who was the baby’s father and Maddie’s boyfriend, the two of you had met at a previous appointment and the other guy, who you hadn't meant yet but felt like you had, was her brother Evan or Buck, which is what he went by. 

“You know, if you want to just come in one day when he's off work, we can just do a regular check-up just so he can see. It doesn’t have to be anything special for you to come in” 

“You’d do that ?” 

“Of course I would, between me and you, you’re my favourite patient” 

Maddie smiled at you, “so,” she gave you a look, “since I am your favourite patient, would you also go on a date with Buck ?” she asked, you nearly choked on your coffee. Maddie had a habit of trying to set you up with her brother. She did it often but it still caught you off guard each time. You coughed, “Maddie, no.” you laughed, “that would be unprofessional” 

“Oh come on, take a risk y/n. Life goes on and one date won't kill you” 

“Who said I’m looking ?” 

“Please, you are. You can't lie to me” she smiled, you shook your head. “Still a no Maddie” you handed her the copies of the ultrasound. “If you do want to do the ultrasound when he’s home, just give me a call” you smiled at her and she got up. “I will, thank you”

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A few weeks later and Maddie was back in your office. “Good afternoon momma,” you were looking at the files as you walked in, pushing the door shut with your foot. Taking a seat on your little spinny chair, you look up when Maddie says good morning back to you. 

“Oh Chimney, it’s nice to see you” you smile as you shake the gel bottle. 

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “it’s good to be here” 

You hand him the gel bottle, he looked at you with brows furrowed. “You’re a paramedic, aren't you ? Go ahead” you chuckle as you turn the ultrasound machine on. “How are you feeling ?” you ask, “good actually, thanks for asking” Chim answers you. 

“I’m glad to hear that but I was asking Maddie” Chim’s mouth forms an O and he nods, Maddie smiles at him. “I’m good, baby’s good too. Kicking a lot recently. Especially when I drink orange juice” she chuckled. 

“And still just the one cup of coffee ?”

“Yeah, he won’t let me have anymore” she groans 

“Good, as he should be. You’re lucky I agreed to the one cup Maddie, you know I rather if you didn’t” 

“Ugh,” she groaned and rolled her eyes, “not you too” 

“I’m your doctor, it's my job to remind you unfortunately” 

Maddie sighs and rolls her eyes once again. You get what she meant, you couldn’t be pregnant and not have coffee, pregnancy is exhausting as it is, imagine it without coffee. “you know how to use an ultrasound machine right ?” you look over at Chimney, who was looking rather confused. 

”I do, why ?” 

“Would you like to do it ?” 

“Really ?” 

“Yeah, I let the dads have a chance to do it sometime. Makes them feel a little more involved” 

“I'd love too” 

You hand him the wand and step back, you watch as he rolls it across her belly. It was always sweet when the fathers came to the appointment, even more so when they're involved. 

“Y/n?” 

“Yes Maddie?” 

“Will you go on a date with Buck ?” She smiled sweetly at you, Chim looked at her, half shocked and half confused. 

“If I say yes to one date, will you quit bugging me about it ?” 

“Of course, just one date is all I’m asking for” 

“Does he know you’re setting him up ?” 

“Yeah- well no ? but he won't mind. It's part of my job as his sister” 

“Maddie, I have siblings as well, you don't see me setting them up” 

“Yeah yeah, that’s fine” 

Chim turned to you. “everything looks good doc” 

“Then we’re all done. Just hit print on the machine and you’ll get the pictures” 

Maddie wiped the gel off her stomach. She took a pen from the desk and scribbled a number down before handing the paper to you. “That’s his number, just message him” 

“You’re setting me up and I have to message him too ?” 

“Oh come on, you’ll be fine. Thank you for this and I'll be expecting details at my next appointment!” She gave you a smile before walking out. Chim looked at you, “I’m sorry I didn't know she was going to do that.” You laughed, “it's okay, she’s not the first person to do that. You should catch up with her though, she walks really fast for a pregnant lady” you chuckle, Chim smiled and walked out to find Maddie. You had some time to kill before your next appointment, you looked down at the paper in your hand. 

Do you text or not ? Wouldn't that be creepy ? Like oh hey, I'm your sister’s doctor let's go on a date.

You know what ? 

Screw it, what’s the worst that could happen. 

To Buck: Hey, I'm y/n. Your sister gave me your number, hope this isn't weird. She's been trying to set me up with you for months, thought we’d hit it off haha

God that was so stupid. Why the hell did you put haha ?

From Buck: Hey, it’s cool. She’s weird like that. What’s up ?

Oh shit, he answered. 

To Buck: Just at work, how about you ?

From Buck: Same thing 

Wait what do I say now ? Do you ask him out ? 

From Buck: Hope this isn't too forward of me or anything like that, but maybe you’d wanna grab a drink tonight ? Only if you’re free

Guess you don't have to ask him now 

To Buck: Yeah, that sounds good. Pick a place and let me know ? I’m off at 4 so anytime after that is fine. 

From Buck: I’m off at 6, how about 7 at the bar on Main Street ? 

To Buck: sounds good, see you then 

It was now 3:30 and Maddie was your last patient of the day. There was no harm in leaving now. After putting away your files and replying to a few emails from patients, you headed out. Only one issue you had when you got home was what to wear. 

Well so you thought. 

Taking a shower was the easy part, trying to do your hair and makeup with only 2 hours left, was a bit of a hassle. First disaster of the night was too much mousse in your hair, making it sticky and tacky. Washing it out, you managed to set it the way you like. The powder compact had fallen onto the floor, you hoped it wasn’t broken, turns out hope isn't enough. The other powder you had was far too light for your complexion right now and you decide against makeup for the night. 

Let him meet the bare you, you can wow him next time, if there is a next time. 

Deciding on a simple outfit, a white shirt that fit you nicely and a pair of black pants that went along with it. In your head, it seemed boring but in the mirror, it looked much better. Walking into the kitchen, there was a half drunk glass of wine from the night before.

Stale wine or nervous wreak ? Stale wine it is. 

You down the wine, spilling some onto your shirt. “Are you kidding-” groaning and turning back to the room, you end up changing your entire outfit. A pair of blue jeans and a black top that fit you in all the right places. One more look in the mirror and a hand through your hair, you headed out the door. 

It didn't take you long to arrive at the bar, as you only lived a few minutes off Main Street. You had seen Buck from the countless pictures Maddie had shown you so it didn’t take long to spot in at a table in the corner either. 

“Hey” you walked over, a smile on your face. He stood up, “Hi! you must be y/n” he leaned in for a hug, you mirrored his actions. “I am, it’s nice to meet you” 

The two of you sat across from each other and there was a bottle of beer in front of you. Buck spoke up when he noticed you noticing the bottle, “I ordered for you, I hope that's alright- you can order something else” 

“It’s fine, thank you” you take a sip, not your usual choice in drink but you didn't need to complain either. There was some silence for a while, not uncomfortable but not comfortable either. Anyone that passed by could tell it was a first date, if you could even call it that. 

“How do you know Maddie ?” he asks, you smile at him and take a sip of the beer before answering him. 

“I’m her OB” 

“Her ?” Buck had a confused expression on his face. 

“Her doctor, her obstetrician actually” 

“Oh for baby Buckley” he nodded. 

“Yeah, she's been bugging me about you since we’ve met actually. She’s sweet but she’s persistent” you chuckle and Buck gives you a smile, “that’s my sister” 

The night went by rather quickly, the two of you sharing work stories. Buck told you about the time he worked a full moon and they responded to a call at a yoga class only to have 3 women go into labour simultaneously. 

“It was the full moon I swear! I tried to tell Bobby but he didn't listen to me!” he said, laughing. 

You nodded and laughed too, “no, it’s true. I've had so many full moon babies. I never book off full moons because I know someone is going to go into labour”

“Thank you! Someone gets what I mean!”

You then told him about the time you filled in for your colleague, he told you it was supposed to be a regular birth but turns out it was quadruplets. It was nice to find someone who understood your weird work schedule. The two of you shared stories until the waitress came over to tell you that they’d be closing in a few minutes. It was a little past midnight when she came over, the two of you decided to call it a night and head out together. 

“How are you getting home ?” he asked you, you walked with him over to his Jeep that was parked down the street. “I’ll just walk, I don’t live too far from here” 

“No” he stated while shaking his head 

“No ?” you questioned him, your brows furrowed as you looked at the man in front of you.

“I invited you out, at least let me take you home. It’s late too, it won't be right to let you walk home by yourself” 

“Are you sure ? I don't want you to go out of your way” 

“Oh no it’s cool, c’mon” 

He opened the door for you like the gentlemen he is and then got in after. “Which way my darling ?” he gave you a cheesy smile which made you chuckle. “A left at the next light and the brown building is me” you leaned back in the seat. It was quiet as he drove down the street, you looked over at him and admired him. From the way his hand rested on his wheel to the little smile on his face, even to the birthmark above his eye. 

“It's rude to stare” 

“Can't help myself, you're pretty” 

Oh shit, did you just-

Buck looked over at you, a wicked little smile on his face. “You think I’m pretty ?” 

You could feel the blush on your face, “uh- well- um I guess ?” 

“I think you more than guess that but whatever you say” he smiled 

Buck pulled into the building parking lot, he stopped and his head hit the seat as he leant back. Looking over at you, “let me walk you up ?” 

“You’ve already done enough, it's fine” 

“It’s fine. Come on” he got out, you mirrored his actions. Buck followed behind you as the two of you made your way up to your apartment. Unlocking the door, you stepped in and he stood by the door. 

“Do you want to come in ?” setting your keys on the counter, you look back at the man who was leaning against the doorframe. 

“I’d love too but I've got the first shift. Maybe another time ?” 

“Yeah, that’s fine” walking back over to him, you stood in front of him. Even with him leaning, he still towered over you. 

“I had a nice time tonight” you say, he nods. “I did too. Maybe we can do this again sometime ?” 

“I'd like that” 

“Okay.” he smiles, “well, good night then y/n” 

“Good night Buck” standing on your toes, you go to kiss his cheek but it seems he had the same idea, both of you turning your heads at the same time and your lips were on his. Buck’s hand cupped your face for the few moments your lips were on his. When you pulled away, Buck had a slight red tint on his face, a blush or simply could have been the heat coming from your apartment, either way you were sure you looked the same way. 

“How does Saturday sound ? Noon for lunch if you’re free ?” he breaks the silence.

"Saturday sounds perfect” 

Buck smiled at you once more, he turned and began walking back to the elevator. He stopped in the middle of the hallway, turning back once again and walked towards your door.  He leaned down and gave you one more kiss. Laughing at the sweetheart that was now smiling at you from the other end of the hallway, you watched as he stepped on the elevator and then shut your door. 

Outside of your building was a happy Buck who skipped his way over to his car, his keys twirling on his finger with a big grin on his face. As he got into his car, he sent his sister a text message. 

To Maddie: You seem to know me better than I think, thank you. 

Upstairs, there was a similar scene, a happy you skipping their way to bed with a smile on their face. As you laid in bed, you too sent a text message to Maddie. 

To Maddie: Your match making efforts have worked, thank you. 

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[50-percent-winchester-sister]

Just Get Out

Prompt: After John dies, Dean and Sam take it upon themselves to look after you, but...

Dean: 18

Sam: 14

Y/N: 7

Word Count: 2,030

   It's just been a month since your dad, John Winchester died, and all you have left family wise are your older brothers Sam and Dean. You didn't know what death really meant since you are so young, but your brothers knew, and they knew too well. Since you were seven your dad didn't really let you in on what he and your brothers did, all you know is that you and sometimes Sam get left at a motel for a while and they come back bloody and bruised. So when John died, Sam and Dean don't really talk as much as they used to, but for you, they really do try.

  What you did know is how to practically annoy the hell out of them...well...sometimes. You are mostly a good kid according to Sam, who decided to take on the 'motherly' role, and Dean the 'fatherly' role. When Dean turned 18, he decided on his own to drop out of high school, but you and Sam are still in school, and Sam plans to keep it that way.

  Okay now onto the story

  Its 7:36pm, Sam went to the library for homework, so tonight is just you and Dean. You and Dean are in the kitchen and hes making dinner while you sit on the kitchen table. "Alright Y/N, we don't got much tonight, so I'm making mac and cheese...the good kind, not the kind Sam makes," Dean says with a tiny smirk.

  "But De, I don't want macky cheese, I want chicken!" You say with a small but excited voice. Dean turns back to you, frowns and says "Y/N, we dont have chicken, this is all we got until Sam goes to the store."

  "Wait what!?!?! But De I want chicken now!!" you say filled with whine and a little bit of sass. 'geez I really don't want to deal with this right now,' Dean thinks to himself "Y/N please, just reason with me tonight, I'll make Sam go to the store tomorrow," He says sounding defeated. Oh but hell no, in your tiny seven year old brain, you knew what you had to do

Step 1: Be quiet and wait like a good sister

Step 2: Once De is done and sets food in front of you

Step 3: PUSH IT OFF ON THE FLOOR

Step 4: Wait hold on-

Step 5: Why does De look like hes about to ye-

  "Fucking hell, really Y/N!? You cant be fucking serious, what the hell was that for?" Dean yells at you. "De I said I wanted-" But he cut you off and said "I JUST TOLD YOU THIS IS ALL WE GOT" He says louder than his first statement. Now your'e shaken, but you know it takes more to make you cry.

  "I don't care! I don't want macky cheese De!"

  "Y/N, just get out"

...This is the calmest hes been all week

  "Wha-"

  "JUST GET THE HELL OUT" Dean practically screams.

  Okay now that there is starting to make you cry

  You quickly get off of the kitchen chair and you bolt to the stairs where all the bedrooms are. But of course you have to turn around and yell

  "I WISH DAD WAS HERE, HE WOULD GET REAL MAD IF YOU YELLED AT ME!" and then you run up the stairs and slam your door shut, locking it in the process. _______________________________________

  'Great that's just fuckin' perfect,' Dean thinks to himself. 'What the hell am I supposed to tell Sammy? Oh yeah, I screamed at Y/N because she wouldn't comply, and now foods all over the floor and I think I'm having a meltdown!'

  'Sometimes I wish I never came here!' you think to yourself, pretty much sobbing while laying down on your bed. 'wouldn't be surprised if he didn't want me here too-."

  You fall asleep shortly after the thought and Dean couldn't be any more relieved when he hears the door open and to see Sam with his backpack in one arm and a couple books in the other hand.

  "Hey whats-...what happened?" Sam says slowly putting his backpack on the floor. Sam staring at Dean and all the food that's on the floor around him "oh, haha, this? oh, its nothing Sam, just a minor fuckin' mishap!" Dean says laughing through each word with eyes that look like hes about to sob any minute.

  "....Dean?" Sam asks. Its been a while since there was major conflict... well since the whole situation with Dad anyways. "Was it Y/N?"

  "What? No of course not, this is just a normal Friday fuckin night....yeah just, don't worry 'bout it" Dean says with his voice dying down a little bit.

  "Should I go talk to her?" Sam asks. such a small voice but its filled with a lot of concern.

  "No, she's asleep...maybe later?" Dean says back to him. 'He seems tired' Sam thinks to himself. 'Well I did leave her here with him...' _______________________________________

  You wake up pretty early... well early for you anyways, its 9:30am and you got woken up to puffy red eyes and really messed up hair. You go ahead and leave your bedroom and when you enter the kitchen you get greeted by Sam, who is making breakfast.

  "Morning sunshine," Sam says with a slight happy tone, but still pretty monotone. 'he's trying, that's a good thing' you think to yourself.

  "Morning..." you say back, rubbing your eyes and climbing up onto the chair near the kitchen table. "So...wheres De?" you ask in a sleepy tone. "He's more or less still asleep" Sam replies. Sure enough right when Sam says that, Dean walks in all sleepy-like too. 'so similar' Sam thinks. "Morning to you too sunshine" Sam says with a pretty wide grin afterwards. "Bite me, princess" Dean shoots back, also with a small smirk.

  You look at Dean, Dean looks at you, and a couple seconds later you two look away, but the stare you two gave felt like it was forever.

  "Hi" you managed to squeak out. Without meaning to, you were quiet and a little bit nervous.

  "Hey" Dean replies, but not looking at you, instead looking at the table, then to his hands, and then to Sam.

  "Hey Sammy, do you think dad had any hunts that he wrote down in his journal for us to do?" Dean asks. Looking around Dean finds your dads journal on the couch in the living room. He picks it up and skims through the pages.

  "I...don't know? Dad never talked to me personally about hunts, just you" Sam says as a matter-of-factly. Sam sets your breakfast down in front of you, and a plate for Dean on the other side of the table. "Why?" Sam asks.

  "Because I want to hunt? We haven't in a while and you know dad will tear us a new one if he sees us on our asses doing nothing," Dean proclaims, in a slight aggressive manner, though it was almost accidental.

  "But he's...not here," you say out loud without meaning to. You look up to see Sam and Dean both looking at you, and right then you look back down. While looking down you hear footsteps, and right when you look back up, you see Dean staring right at you. 'The eye contact is unbearable' you think to yourself

  "Just because hes dead, doesn't mean we can just fuck around and do nothing," Dean says with so much venom you begin to shake a little.

  "Dean. Back. Up." Sam says, looking at Dean with an angry look and his teeth practically glued together. Sam takes Deans shoulder and yanks him back, and he makes Dean bend down so he can whisper something into his ear.

  "I know you and Y/N have this personal issue going on right now, but I'll be damned if I ever hear you talk to her like that again, hear me?" Sam whispers, he lets go of Dean shoulder and looks at Dean. Dean looks back at him, looks at you, looks at Sam again, and nods, running his hand through his hair.

  "Good," Sam says quietly. Sam walks towards you and bends down, "When you're finished with your breakfast, head on up to your room, you're not in trouble, but I'll talk with you later, okay?" Sam tells you,

  "Okay" You say, looking at Sam. You finished your breakfast rather quickly. During that time, Dean went into his own room, and Sam went out into the backyard to do whatever he does, you're not really sure. You put your dirty plates into the sink and you fast walk to your room, and you quietly shut your door. _______________________________________

  Waiting.....sucks. You have no clue how long you waited for Sam but it felt like forever. In reality it was probably like thirty minutes, but thirty minutes to a seven year old is all day.

  You begin to space out when you hear a small knock on your door. You jump a bit because you didn't really expect it since you didn't know when Sam would come by.

  You get up off your bed and you begin to walk to your door when the door was already opening. you stop and look up

  "...Dean?" You ask. 'uh-oh' you think to yourself. You walk back a little bit and he sits down on your bedroom floor and holds his arms out for you to come sit in his lap. He hasn't said a word yet you heard exactly what he is wanting to ask.

  You look at him. He looks at you. Both have no clue what to say to each other.

  You slowly walk towards him, and you climb into his lap, both getting comfortable in the process

  It had to have been like five minutes before Dean starts talking. "I'm sorry" he says to you. Smiling, you start talking too. "Me too" you say and you look up to see Dean beginning to tear up.

  Okay now its time to panic

  Dean crying is something that you never see so...you begin to tear up too.

  "De? Are you okay?"

  "I wish Dad was here, He would get real mad at me if he saw the way I was acting" Dean says. "Wouldn't be surprised if he beat my ass, just because I'm eighteen, doesn't mean shit to him" he says with a small laugh after the comment.

  "Well I think you're doing a good job" You say to him quietly, but loud enough for him to hear. "Just because you're eighteen, doesn't mean you aren't bad at being a brother, neither is Sam" You add.

  Dean, trying not to just sob in front of you, breaths in and breaths out a couple of times.

  "You're seven, when did you become so smart?" Dean asks hugging you rather tightly

  You giggle at his comment and say, "I'm your sister, I had to have learned something from you."

  "Good answer" Dean says.

  Without knowing, Sam is leaning on the door frame, with his arms crossed looking at you and Dean with the biggest smile ever. "Hey," Sam says and makes both you and Dean jump slightly, Sam giggles and that and continues,

  "The garage called, they want you to come in and help fix a 67' Mustang," Sam says.

  "Oh whaaat," you whine. you begin to get off of Dean so he can go to his job when he quickly snatches you back up, gets up off of the ground and throws you over his shoulders.

  "How do you feel about coming with me? Who knows maybe-"

  "Will Seth be there?" You ask excitedly. (For some backstory, John's long time friend Seth works where Dean works, and ever since you met Seth, you've practically 'fallen in love' with him)

  "More than likely, he likes old cars like we do," Dean replies. "Yes! okay come on, lets go, come on, come on, come on" You say, trying to hurry up Dean,

  "Okay, okay, lets go" Dean laughs while replying. You two leave the room, and Sam closes your door. Again, with a big smile on his face, Sam starts thinking to himself, 'Yeah, everything will be okay'

[sunnysunoo]

Love Letters ; Sim Jake

Pairing: Jake X Reader

warnings: explicit language and cursing

word count: 3k words

genre: friends to lovers au! fluff with tiny pieces of crack lmao

Jake was always known for being this perfect guy in school. I mean, they're not wrong. They always described him as if he's this walking piece of art in the hallways. People would stop to just stare at him. You'd stare at him all day too, but you set priorities first: writing him love letters.

You're no Lara Jean, but I guess you can say that she's what inspired you to write Jake letters. Who needs Peter Kavinsky when Jake Shim exists anyways?

note: Not me completely disappearing off of tumblr for like months and then showing up again suddenly lol. I got really busy the past few months since I was completing requirements for school, and I really didn't have the motivation to do anything at the time so I took so time off to take care of myself first so I hope you understand :) But now since it's summer break, I am given at least 2 more months until I go back to school in August :)) Here's the long-awaited Jake imagine that I completely forgot about lmao hope you enjoy <3

P.S I finished writing this at 1:26 am so please excuse the really shitty plot and grammar ill rewrite it once i wake up

tag list: @cha-raena ( sorry for the rlly late post bestie )

Dear Jake, First of all, I will never call you Jaeyun because calling you by your English name makes me feel like I'm your friend. Calling you by your Korean name makes us feel like we're cold strangers to one another and I don't want that. I want us to be something more than that, but it's hard when you don't even know who I am. I'm surprised how you don't grow tired of me just dropping letters right into your locker every time you open it, and that's one of the things I love about you. You don't just throw away people's efforts and you treasure them with care. It makes my heart beat so fast as if I ran miles away from here.

We're already one year left until we graduate high school, and I don't want to end my high school years without you realizing my feelings for you. I know for sure that you would never reciprocate the feelings that I have towards you, so I want to treat this as closure in case we do forget about each other in the future. Yours truly,

Moon

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"How is this person not over you? That's like the tenth one this month," Jay said, looking over Jake as he reads the letter from his secret admirer. Jake has always been receiving these letters from the same person everyday for the past four months. He's thankful for the letters because they definitely make his day better, knowing that there's someone out there who loves him as who he is regardless of looks. He's not gonna lie that these little notes and letters make his heart race too. "Do you have any plans with finding the person behind the letters?" Jay asked as he watches his best friend trying to hide the small smile that's been growing. No one really knows who this mysterious person is and why they decided to name themselves the moon, but we don't judge anyone in here. If they want to be the moon in their next life, then so be it. "I really want to find the person who's making these letters," Jake shoved the letter in his backpack, trying to not wrinkle it. "But I don't know where to start." "Who's finding who?" A voice popped suddenly beside the presence of the two boys. You leaned beside the locker beside Jake's, watching him as he grabs his books from his locker. "Did Moon drop your daily letter today again?" "They did as usual," Jake wasn't even surprised. He would expect the letters every time he enters the school in the morning. He would open his locker to see the usual small letter placed inside his locker. He usually arrives at seven or earlier, but he's surprised that he could never even catch a glance of this anonymous sender around the campus. "Should I go to school at five in the morning?" "Five in the morning? Isn't that a bit too early?" You questioned, followed by a shaky breath. "The school doesn't even open until six." "I could just walk to that nearby convenience store I always pass by to grab a coffee." He argues, closing his locker shut before walking towards his classroom.

You and Jay followed beside him, and you sneered under your breath, "You don't even wake up to your alarm clock."

"Why don't you even want me to go early anyway?" He glances as you try to give him an answer. But before you could say something, Jay replies first.

"You’re probably hiding something." He said. You rolled your eyes and narrowed your eyes at him. "You are so weird." You grunted, before walking ahead of them. You feel panicked because you were scared that you made yourself obvious to them.

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You were inside your classroom sitting on your desk. There were only fifteen minutes left before lunch, but you had eaten your packed meal before instead of going to your school cafeteria. You were fidgeting in your place, conflicted about Jake finding his secret admirer, not knowing that it was you who's been sending him letters the past few months. You're not scared of him finding out that the letters were from you; that was the entire reason why you wrote him letters in the first place. You're scared of how he was gonna confront you about it. Would he like you back? Would he hate you? Would he avoid you?

Your mind was full of scenarios but you were suddenly brought back to reality when a hand planted itself on your desk. You look up and saw Jay standing in front of you, eating sushi with his other hand. His face kinda looks like he knows something, and it's freaking you out a bit.

"What?" You asked, suddenly flustered over how his eyes stared right into you. He took the seat in front of your desk and flipped it so it was facing you. He sat down and blurted the phrase that you were dreading to hear from anyone.

"So, you like Jake?"

You suddenly feel like punching him in the face with his sushi.

"What??" Your body felt like, and you were left a nervous mess. Your heart like it was going to pump right out of your chest any minute, and your hands started to sweat.

Jay's mouth formed into a smirk. He caught you. "Jake may be a bit oblivious, but I can totally see right through you."

“Haha...no you don’t,” You tried to deny, but it was all useless when his expression looked unconvinced.

“Oh yeah? Then why are you all red? You look like a bursting tomato.”

“You don’t know that," You leaned further into your seat, playing with the strings of your hoodie.

“C’mon Y/N, you’re not even trying. Just give up and admit it,” Jay was trying to help you confess your feelings for Jake. Frankly, he knew it was you sending him letters this whole time—how can Jake not see it?

With a heavy sigh, you slumped and laid your head on your desk, embarrassed. “Fine. I like him, okay? Are you happy now?”

The smirk on his face grew wider, feeling proud of himself. You are not dealing with his annoying crap this early in the morning. He grinned and munched on his half-eaten sushi. “I knew it.”

“Congratulations,” It was muffled because you hid your red face away from him. All that was on your mind now was how you could book yourself a flight all the way across the world.

“But seriously, since when did you have a crush on him?” You raised your head to face him, giving him a look that could kill, except Jay finds it entertaining rather than intimidating.

“I started having a crush on him when we were in fifth grade. It was at a friend's birthday party, and he saw me being all quiet and lonely. Honestly, I forgot who’s birthday that was.” You told him the very first time you had discovered feelings.

“He saw how sad I looked so he accompanied me the whole time. He was even trying to feel more included in the games and stuff.” You felt a smile ghosting on your lips as you can still vividly remember how you felt your heart tug the first time. “It was kinda like I fell in love at first sight.”

Jay faked a gag, so you lightly punched him in the shoulder. He may be a bit of an asshole, but he’s one the most caring and kind people you’ve ever met. It honestly felt good spilling out your feelings about Jake to him.

Speaking of, Jake was watching you two play around and laugh at Jay's little jokes from outside, and he felt something burning from inside him. Was it that he felt jealous of you and Jay?

No, he can’t be...right?

Maybe it was because of how he felt separated from you and Jay because of him being a separate class.

Yeah, maybe it's because of that.

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Dear Jake,

I just had the most bizarre day today, and I felt like telling you about it.

It was chemistry period, and we had to be partnered with someone for a lab project. I ended up getting paired with Yeojin. We kinda created this unexpected friendship, which I love. We would crack jokes at each other, tell funny stories, it was so fun to be with her that we had completely forgotten about our project. So now, we both got a detention slip for making an accidental explosion.

How about you? How was your day? I hope it was just as fun as mine. If you feel like the day just wasn't as happy or you're feeling down, just now that it's okay to feel that way because days like these just lasts for 24 hours. It will be all over before you know it and you'll be greeted by another day. Maybe it will be different, and you would be all happy again just like how my day went. Maybe being with you would be my happiest day yet, and I couldn't wait for that day to come. See you soon :)

Love,

Moon

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"Yeojin!" Jake called, seeing her walk down the opposite way. "Hey, mind if I ask you something?"

"Hey Jake," She greeted him with a smile. "Sure, go ahead."

"Could you perhaps give me any information about your partner in Chemistry?" He had hopes of getting any kind of description about his mysterious sender, but he was instead given a sad frown on Yeojin's face.

"Sorry Jake, but that person told me not to tell you about their information." She gave an apologetic smile. "I wish you all the best in finding them!"

Jake muttered a small "okay," and sighed before walking away, feeling defeated.

Yeojin knew that he was gonna ask about Moon the moment he called her from across the hall. She couldn't wait to tell you about this.

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"Hey Y/N," A voice said from behind. You turned around to see Jake with his backup hung on his shoulder. He brought his hand up and raked his hair, and you felt your face grow red. Jake is like a gift from the gods. How can someone look so ethereal even if they're just standing there? You could stare at him all day. You couldn't even understand a thing he said until he started waving his hands in front of you.

"Hello?" You blinked multiple times as you were brought back out to reality. You saw Jake's face grow into concern. "Are you okay? spaced out."

"O-oh..No, I'm completely fine." You reassured him, feeling embarrassed. "What were you saying again?"

"I was asking you if you wanted to go to school with me early tomorrow."

Well, shit.

Your eyes started to go wide, and your hands started to go clammy.

"Tomorrow?" You repeated, voice trembling.

'Well, yeah." He pouted his lips, and you felt like melting into a small puddle in your place. Your heart started to pound heavily.

Oh my fucking god, he is so adorable.

"Okay, sure I can go with you tomorrow," You weakly smiled at him, slightly tense.

How we're you going to give him the letter now?

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"Good Morning," Jake said as he watches you close the gates of your house. It was past five in the morning, and you were a mess.

"Morning," You replied back before running your fingers through your hair, getting rid of any flyaways.

As you started walking your way to the bus stop, Jake kept on glancing towards you from time to time. He knew you were pretty, but since when did you become really beautiful in his eyes?

The walk was pretty quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. For him, mostly.

Meanwhile, you couldn't stop freaking out. You had written a letter the night before, but you don't know how you were going to slip it into his locker without him taking notice. If he saw you, he would know.

"Are you sure you're okay? You've been like this since yesterday," Jake blurted. You looked at him before heaving a sigh.

"It's nothing," You mouthed, suddenly feeling anxious and gloomy.

"Something on your mind?"

"Something like that." It was hopeless. I guess he would have to miss this letter today. It was the first time you skipped a day, and you're feeling guilty that you would have to see Jake's face sadden that he wouldn't receive it today.

As you two stop at the bus stop, Jake looked slightly panicked as he was rummaging through the pockets of his blazer before looking through his bag. "Hey, do you have an extra pen? I left mine at home and I have a quiz today."

You snickered, "Out of all the days, Sim Jake. The same day you have a quiz is the same day you forget your pen."

"Very funny." He scoffed.

As you unzipped your bag to grab your pencil case, a folded piece of paper fell out without you realizing it. When Jake went to pick it up, he notices that it was folded the same way as the letters in his locker. It looked so identical.

Once you already got your pencil case out, you were about to hand it to him when you saw what he was holding that made your body freeze with your hand holding the case in the air.

"Why were one of my letters inside your bag?" He glanced at you, waiting for you to reply.

If you were freaking out before, this is a whole other thing. The thing that you were fearing the most is happening right before you.

"Maybe it fell into my bag yesterday..." You stammered, making up an excuse to look like it was an accident. You were tightly holding onto your pencil case, chanting many curse words in your head as you watch Jake unfold the letter.

"I don't think I've received this one yet," He said before he opened the letter and read it.

You watch as his expression formed into confusion as he reads through the paper. It only took a few moments before something in him clicked that it was you sending him the letters.

"Y/N," He began, and you started quivering in fear.

You should've known this would happen, but you didn't expect it to happen this sooner. In fact, you believed that this wouldn't happen at all. But it did.

"Let me explain," You eventually gave up and accepted fate and watch as your identity as "Moon" be revealed to your crush. You're now exposed so you didn't have any other choice but to explain everything. "Yes, I am Moon. I was the one writing you the letters that you've been getting in your locker."

Jake's face was unreadable. He looked bewildered and puzzled. He was trying to comprehend what was happening right now. All this time, it was you?

"I started crushing on you when we attended that birthday party before. I didn't want to confess my feelings for you because I was scared that you were going to harshly reject me, so I started writing down letters as a way to tell you how I feel about you without making you feel awkward around me." You continued, eyes suddenly taking an interest in your shoes. They were brand new too.

Jake was silent, and you felt your heart crack into pieces. You were mad at yourself for being so careless about it that he ended up finding out about you as his secret admirer. You wanted nothing else but to run back home, lock yourself in your room and cry with your sad playlist on loop.

You were expecting a harsh rejection coming from him, but what surprised was how he took dangerous steps towards you, minimizing the gap between you two. He placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"I don't plan on rejecting you Y/N," You stare into his eyes as it reflects the sunlight of the early morning. "I'm actually happy that it was you."

You look at him, puzzled. He lowly chuckles under his breath before leaning over to place his lips against yours. It was a light, quick kiss, but it brought you feeling ecstatic. You've dreamed of this moment before, and now that it happened, you thanked your clumsiness.

As he pulled away, you were sure your face was a red mess.

"Thank you," His smile was as bright as the stars in the sky. It was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. "Thank you for making me like I'm special to someone."

You felt flustered over his words. You were scared that he could hear the sound of your heart pounding loudly. The butterflies in your stomach were going wild, and you felt like this was all a dream.

"So, what am I to you now?" You broke into a smile as he grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

Jake acted as if he was thinking, "Hm..maybe my best friend still?"

He bursts into a fit of giggles as he sees your smile slowly disappear, replacing it with a look of disbelief. You removed your hand from his and walked at a faster pace away from him.

He ran to match your pace beside you before holding your hand again, "I'm sorry, I won't ever do that again. Is my girl mad at me?"

"Oh my god, it's only five-fifty, Jake." You too broke into laughter over his cheesiness, but your heart fluttered over the thought of Jake calling you his.

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HERE’S A LITTLE BONUS! since I've made you guys wait for 4 months :(

"What the fuck?" Was the first thing You heard from Jay as you and Jake entered the classroom. All of your classmates were staring at your and his hands intertwined together.

Jay stood in front of you two, crossing his arms together. "Can one of you explain when this happened?" he motioned towards your linking hands. You and Jake smiled at each other before walking away, leaving Jay in a fit of joy, and confusion.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎! 𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝐷𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, supporting, justifying or encouraging mafia activities or lifestyle. This is all fictional and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

꧁𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰꧂

"Mom! Dad's being annoying again!"

You walked into the office only to see your daughter huffing with arms crossed as your husband sat in his chair, busy writing something down.

"What is it this time?" You mentally prepared yourself to hear some silly thing.

"It's nothing dear. I already told her I'm considering allowing her classmate to take her to the school's dance." Hongjoong responded as if he wasn't guilty of anything.

"See? He usually says no. So what's the problem?" You asked your daughter.

"He's making an 'application to date my daughter' to give to my date!" Your daughter exclaimed.

"What?" You walked over to Hongjoong and snatched the paper away from him and began quoting some of it:

"Thank you for your interest? Please allow 4 to 6 years for processing? If you've been rejected, you will be notified by 2 men carrying violin cases? Any false information may result in punishment by dismemberment, crucifixion, Chinese water torture?!"

"Kim Hongjoong!" You threw the paper back at him.

"What?! I'm only trying to look out for my baby! I only want the best for her." He defended himself.

"At this point, you might as well send me to a convent!" Your daughter furiously marched away to go lock herself in her room.

"Are you happy now?" You raised an eyebrow at Hongjoong.

"Not yet. But once I finish these last details on the application, I will be." He smiled as he resumed his task.

You threw your hands up in anger. "You're unbelievable!"

Hongjoong looked back at you and stuck his tongue out.

"If you were me, you'd do the same!"

꧁𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪꧂

Seonghwa kept pacing back and forth in the living room, unable to calm down.

"Would you please stop it?" You finally told him, annoyed by his fidgeting.

"Stop what?" He asked rather confused.

"That! Stop being so dramatic about this. You knew this would happen sooner or later." You reminded him.

"And I sincerely hoped it'd be a lot later. Waaay later." Seonghwa sighed.

"It's just a first date. It's not like sending one of your rookies out on their first mission." You joked to lighten the mood.

"There's a huge difference... this is my daughter we're talking about! My daughter! My beacon of light in this dark world." He pouted.

"Speaking of which, here she comes!" You pointed to your daughter, who is happily skipping over to you two.

"Look mom! What do you think?! Do you think he'll like it?!" She asked as she twirled around in a sparkly red dress.

"You look gorgeous honey. Of course he'll like it! Right Seonghwa?"

You turned to Seonghwa, who just stood there awkwardly, his eye was visibly twitching.

"Does.....does it have to be that short?" He asked.

He let out a yelp of pain when you elbowed him on his side. He looked over at you and you silently warned him to behave.

Sighing, he smiled at your daughter. "You're absolutely beautiful darling."

She beamed with happiness and hugged you both before running out the door once she heard a car beeping. Seonghwa just watched her as she left.

"See? That wasn't so bad right? The overprotective dad mode isn't necessary."

Seonghwa laughed awkwardly at that.

"Haha....yeah right."

As soon as you were out of sight, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

"All units on sector 3 better report to me any sign of physical contact that happens between them. Over."

꧁𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸꧂

"It's already 2:31, she's late." Yunho blurted out.

"What are you talking about?" You asked him.

"I mean school is over at 2, it's only a 30 minute drive from here to there and vice versa. They're late, we gotta make sure they're all right."

You grabbed his arm when he sprinted from the couch.

"Yunho, it's only been 1 minute-"

"2 minutes now actually." He corrected you.

You sighed, praying for patience.

"Point is, it's her first day of school, maybe there was a lot of traffic and you're overreacting. She'll be here soon." You tried to calm him down.

Yunho sat back down and huffed. "I still say we should have just home schooled her."

"Public school isn't going to kill her!" You argued.

"I got the best tutors and professors on speed dial. They're more than willing to give my daughter the best education money can buy!" Yunho repeated what he's been saying for months.

"She needs to learn to interact with people, develop social skills. You're making a fuss over nothing. It's only the first day, and see? Where's the danger? What's the problem so far?" You tried reasoning with him.

"Problem is..... she's not here!" He exclaimed.

Right at that moment, your 6 year old daughter came running in, straight to her father's arms.

"She's here now, and in one piece." You told him.

"Hi sweetheart. Did you have fun today?" He asked as he bounced your daughter in his lap.

"Very! We got to paint, and play around, and at recess, a boy asked me to be his girlfriend and I said sure!" She babbled happily.

Yunho's smile dropped when he heard that last part. He looked over at you, and you were just on the verge of laughing at his reaction.

"See?! Now we got a problem! Some boy is already trying to take my daughter away and corrupt her!" He whined.

"Oh relax Yunho! They're 6 years old! The worst that can happen right now is he gets her sick or something." You shook your head at him.

Yunho held your daughter and looked at her seriously.

"Honey, listen to me. Stay away from boys, they have cooties and they're evil vicious villains who'll just hurt you. Ok? Can you do that for daddy?" He made puppy dog eyes at her.

You face palmed at him.

꧁𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰꧂

"You know Yeosang, you've been having a lot more drinks than usual...." San pointed it out to him.

"I wanna drink tonight to forget and pretend like today didn't just happen." Yeosang said as he downed another shot.

"Yeosang, we've all been there like you were tonight. Trust me, you'll get over it." Wooyoung reminded him.

"Not me! I was the most supportive out of all of you! I was the perfect dad." San smiled, his cute dimples on full display.

"Hey! I was supportive as well!..... sort of. ." Yeosang replied sheepishly.

"Oh yeah? What happened then? Do tell us." Mingi rested his face in his hand, ready to hear Yeosang's story.

Yeosang began reminiscing about what happened a few hours before:

He stood there awkwardly, the young lad that was taking his daughter to prom right in front of him, trying his best to make a great impression of him. But Yeosang wasn't making it easy with his cold icy stare. He just couldn't believe someone was daring to come between him and his daughter.

"I'm ready!"

They both turned and looked over at you and your daughter, all dressed to perfection. The boy's breath was taken away and he was almost drooling. Meanwhile, Yeosang was clenching his fist so much it almost drew blood. After taking so many pictures, she hugged you both goodbye. The boy went to shake Yeosang's hand, but Yeosang instead pulled him in for a caring and ,somewhat suspicious, hug.

"Well then?" Hongjoong asked, snapping him back to reality.

Yeosang gulped.

"Ok. So I may or may not have threatened to cut off his balls if he tried anything...."

꧁𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷꧂

Even though San was extremely close to your daughter and yes he was protective of her, he was also overjoyed and very supportive when she asked for permission to go on a date. He immediately stood up and began bombarding her with questions:

"Who was the boy? Where did you meet? How long have you two known each other? Where do you guys wanna go? How much will you need? Want me to set you guys up at an expensive restaurant? Are you two in love?"

On the day of the actual date, he seemed more excited than your own daughter. He actually hired a photographer to capture every single moment.

"Ok honey I think that's enough photos, the kids might lose their reservation." You tried to make sure they actually made it to the date.

San gasped. "Oh right right! Well you kids have fun and don't worry about paying! I rented the whole thing out for you two!"

He pulled your daughter in for a tight and squishy hug, reminding her how much he loved her and to take care. He also gave the boy a firm pat on the back before watching them get in the limousine and drive away. Even after a few minutes, he stood there silently.

He sighed happily.

"They grow up so fast.....it feels like it was only yesterday when I held her in my arms for the first time....."

You watched San and could tell he was getting emotional.

"Are you going to cry?" You asked him.

"Me? Cry? Pssht! I'm Choi San, the manliest man of all mafia leaders and I do not cry!" He declared bravely.

He then stood there awkwardly before turning back to you. Sighing, you opened your arms.

"Come here. Let it all out." You assured him.

Instantly, San held onto you, crying his eyes out, his heart full of so many emotions.

"Oh my god my babygirl is all grown and soon she'll be leaving me, and I'm sad but I'm so happy at the same way cause I love her so much, and I love you so much and I just miss my baby already even though she's still here!"

You only patted his back and nodded at his sobbing. At least he wasn't putting a tracking device on her.

꧁𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲꧂

You knew it was all bullshit when Mingi said he was desperately needed at the headquarters with the boys. And Seonghwa even confirmed it when you called him and he said that everything was fine, no one called a meeting. You thanked him and hung up. Grabbing your car keys, you sped to your daughter's location, hoping to get there before something embarrassing happened.

You looked around the place, trying your best so your daughter wouldn't see you. She didn't, however you spotted a very familiar shade of red hair hiding behind some bushes. Discreetly, you crept up behind him and smacked his head.

"Ow! What was that for?!" He cried out.

"Song Mingi! You ought to be ashamed of yourself! Spying on your own daughter on her first date!" You yelled at him.

"It's my right as a father to make sure my daughter is safe!" He protested.

"Well you can do that....from a distance!"

Without warning, you grabbed his ear and pulled him back to your car to take him home.

"Ok! Can you let go?! I'll go back home with you!" He gave up and walked back with you.

"Good. Honestly, what were you thinking? Oh wait! You weren't." You huffed as you got in the driver's seat.

"There's nothing wrong with wanting your daughter to be safe and make sure her date treats her decently." He pouted like a little baby.

"Well like I said, you could do that from a distance. There's no need to be stalking her out like one of your snipers." You told him as you started the car.

"Yeah.....you're right...." Mingi sighed.

You smiled, proud that he was willing to accept his mistake. That was until he opened his mouth again.

"I mean, why put a tracking device on her phone and not use it?" He stated nonchalantly as he took out his phone

"Song fucking Mingi! I swear to God, if you did that I will make you roll out of the car!"

꧁𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰꧂

"For the last time....No!"

Wooyoung was stubborn. No matter how many times your daughter begged him to let her go to the school dance, he stood his ground and refused. She tried every single approach: she behaved like an angel, tried bargaining and even rebelled like a teenager but to no avail.

"Give me one good reason why I can't go!" Your daughter pouted.

"I'll give you three reasons: One, boys. Two, boys. And three, which is actually the most important one... boys!" Wooyoung was practically dramatic at this point, as if he wasn't already.

"You're going to have to let me date someday!" Your daughter retaliated.

"Absolutely....when I'm cold in my coffin or when hell freezes over. Whichever comes first." Wooyoung said.

Your daughter ended up locking herself in her room, refusing to see her father. It hurt him to have her rejection, but he only did it because he loved her. Unbeknownst to him though, you gave her permission and even arranged for her to be picked up by your friend so she could go to her dance. You hoped Wooyoung didn't notice.

"Where is she?" Wooyoung asked you, crossing his arms over his chest, his foot tapping on the floor.

You sighed in defeat. "She went to the dance. I gave her permission."

Wooyoung began screaming at the top of his lungs, getting agitated.

"Oh relax you drama queen! Her date isn't a bad boy! In fact, he's the sweetest boy ever! You know him, it's San's son!"

As soon as he heard that, Wooyoung felt like he was going to get a heart attack.

"Of all people, she chose San's kid?! Is she insane?!"

Wooyoung took out his phone and furiously tapped on the screen.

"San you little piece of shit! Why are you letting your devil of a son seduce my little angel? Hmm?..... Oh don't give me that! He's just like you! Behind that innocent dimple smile lies a demon, waiting to prey on the innocent and pure so they can corrupt them!! Curse you and your cute dimple genes! I will get you back for this!"

꧁𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸꧂

"So....what are your intentions?" Jongho asked the boy sitting in front of him.

"Excuse me s-sir?" The boy didn't quite understand.

"What are your intentions with my daughter?" Jongho repeated as he reached for one of the apples that were on the table.

"Well I... I....I'm not sure. I guess-"

"Oh? Not sure?" Jongho locked eyes with him as he effortlessly split the apple in half with his bare hands.

The boy noticeably gulped and stared at the crushed fruit.

"I I mean! It's only a dance! It's nothing serious-"

"Are you saying my daughter's a joke? Are her feelings nothing to you?"Jongho reached for another apple and split it apart just like the other one.

"I didn't say that!" The boy exclaimed.

Jongho nodded and reached for yet a third apple.

"Listen very carefully to me boy. I love my daughter so much. There's nothing I wouldn't do for her. I only want her to be happy."

He split the apple and set it down on the table.

"So let me make this clear: break my daughter's heart and I will break you. You know like what?" Jongho tilted his head at him.

"Like.....those apples?" The boy hesitantly pointed at the murdered fruit in front of him.

"Hmm? Oh no. Not like those apples."

Jongho smiled and pulled out a watermelon from one of the cushions.

"I'll break you like this watermelon."

Jongho's fist slammed down on the watermelon, effortlessly breaking it in half. The poor boy was now pale, fearing for his life.

"Daddy! I'm ready! Is the driver ready- what's with all the split fruit?" Your daughter asked when you and her walked into the living room.

"Oh! Nothing sweetheart. I was just splitting these for our guest. Gotta have a little snack before. Right?"

Jongho held out a parted apple to the boy, his eyes silently warning him not to say anything of what really happened. The boy simply nodded and took the apple.

"Y-yeah. Your father is really n-nice."

You frowned at Jongho when your eyes met. You knew what really happened. But he simply smiled innocently at you, like nothing happened.

Gifs not mine, credit goes to their respective owners.

[chayacat]

Devil’s Sweet Star (37)

Fandom: Dead by Daylight

Ghostface x Female Reader  

Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut  

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Time passes so quickly when you have things to do... You have not even seen the days pass, that you have 2 days left before the Roseville festival. Time flies fast... too fast for your liking. And you have the surprising impression that if you close your eyes or blink just for a moment, these 2 days will have passed. The first banners for the festival begin to hang throughout Roseville. Flyers are distributed to all residents to remind them of this tradition that dates back to the creation of the city. So many generations attended, as a family, as a couple, young and old, tourists and inhabitants of neighbouring cities. And you who are, in a way, a foreigner because remember, you have been living here for only a few months, going not only to attend, but also to participate for the first time.

It was a busy morning for you. Mayor Tallis gave you an appointment to see the final preparations as well as to know the appearance and taste of the future cake. To which you replied that the appearance will be a surprise until the festival, but that on the other hand you could make him taste a part. Luckily you still had the pieces of the test cake that you had done with Corey and Amy. And we can say that the result was what you expected. The mayor was delighted to the point of not leaving a single crumb of it. He congratulated you and showed you the layout for the festival. You will therefore find yourself on the right, at the stand closest to the desk where the mayor will make his traditional speech.

“So, you will be here and next to you there will be Mrs. Parson the florist. We have a total of 7/8 stands in all. We usually start with my speech, and then once it's over, the festivities can begin. This will last practically the whole day. Is it right for you? Are you sure you can hold out all day?” He asks with a smile.  

“If I can hold my coffee from opening to closing, then I can hold an entire festival! And then I would have my employees with me!  you can count on us Mr. Mayor! and thank you again for calling on me.” you respond cheerfully.  

“Very well! I will not retain you any longer in this case. I wish you a very good day miss!”

7/8 stands... it's a lot of people! But you can bet that many people will come to see you! This is a good opportunity to make a little extra in addition to coffee sales! And that can only be beneficial. Fortunately, Corey and Amy will be there to support you! Otherwise only you would have a hard time. After a while in the day, you will let them go, so that they can enjoy the festival too. If only you could enjoy it too with Jed. At least it will be to cover the event. And not only him for that matter! other newspapers will be there as well! and it can make a good advertisement for coffee!

You clean your worktop after preparing a batch of Brownies, chocolate lightning, March cakes and Neptune's pie. Amy and Corey began to greet the first customers, with a smile on their faces, ready to work. Quite a few of them greeted you with a smile, others were eager to be at the festival day to see the cake. And then there were those who were talking about the police investigation of Hoggins. Besides, you don't stop thinking about what Jed told you last night... His words looped through your head throughout the night.

It’s said that the world is small, that great minds meet and follow each other, that only the mountains don’t meet. But seriously... what were the chances that Hoggins and Jed would be "linked" by this sad story of which Hoggins is the author? Because it’s because of him everything that happened to this poor Carla... And what were the chances that, 4/5 years later, they would find themselves in the same city? Unless God worships gambling and is lucky, it’s impossible. Is Hoggins only aware that through his own fault, Jed's life has been completely destroyed? Maybe not... Or maybe yes and he doesn't care. Apart from his own person and his reputation, this bastard doesn’t care about anything.

You know what would be funny? To learn one day that it was him who killed your parents... it would be the icing on the cake, the bride's bouquet, the cross on the grave. Fortunately, this is not the case. But soon he will no longer be there. Even if it means spending an entire evening with Ghostface in exchange, Hoggins will soon die. Until now you refused to commit or even think about such a horrible thing, but for him, that's all you wish for him. And Ghostface will do the dirty work for you. Against a night... and a name.

“Excuse me miss... Could I have a cup of tea again? It is so delicious.” ask an old woman.  

“Of course, Mrs Nolrich! It's very nice, it's a tea that I had imported directly from England!” You answer with a smile before serving her.  

“It's nice to have such a nice person like you here. You know a lot of shops opened before you and they ended up closing. The secret of success is kindness and honesty and you are the only one who knows this secret. I hope you would stay here as long as possible.”

“Haha thank you but you know, if I have to open other cafes one day or move, I'm sure Corey and Amy will be very good bosses! They have a future for both of them.” you replied.  

You return to prepare cakes in the back shop when suddenly Hoggins enters in the café. Although Amy informed him that he was not allowed to go behind the counter, Hoggins ignored the ban and entered the back room. That charming smile... you had only one desire, which was to slap him to make him lose. Enjoy the time you have left asshole. You ignored him completely focusing on your work, but his insistent throat scraping forced you to stop to face him.

“Mr Hoggins, I am sorry but normally customers are not allowed to enter the back shop.” you said with a fake smile.  

“But I'm not here as a simple client, miss. I really wanted to see again... this magnificent bird of paradise. I learned that your charming café had been attacked, I fell from above! you really have to be silly or crazy to attack a creature as charming as you.” he responds.  

“You know I'm in a relationship Mr Hoggins. And I don't intend to leave Jed for you.”

“I could offer you much more than this wretched insect will ever be able to offer you. So let him go! You could explore the world as you wish! you truly believe that a poor journalist like him might be able to do that???”

“Yes. We don't know what the future holds for you, Jed has a brilliant career as a journalist and a future that reaches out to him. He will surely travel the world to bring out the truth. As he did on you. And I want and always would be at his side to support him. As he will always be there for me.”

“Hmph. You don't know anything about him. Do you really believe that he told you EVERYTHING about him? I know much more about him than you do. You should be wary of him my dear. And be careful... An accident happened so quickly. Have a nice day.” replied Hoggins before leaving angry.  

A lot of concern came to mind. What if Jed hid things from you? But what could he hide from you? No... he would not dare to lie to you or hide things from you... or if he does it is to protect you? But of what? or from whom? Did he get into trouble? It's possible! Journalists don't just have friends, unfortunately. Above all, they have a lot of enemies. People who are willing to do anything to silence them.

After, jealous as he is, Hoggins could very well lie to you. And surely it is. But better tell Jed about it. To make sure everything is fine. The rest of the day went quietly, despite your worries about Jed. And Amy and Corey understood that. They reassured you as best they could, they were so adorable these two. You were really glad you hired them. They helped you clean the coffee before going home greeting you with a smile on your face. Today was still a busy day and finally closing your café is a real relief. Jed was waiting for you as usual in the parking lot, his usual angel smile on his lips. You hug him and kiss him before getting into his van.

“I hope your day went well. Otherwise, I know a good way to rest: a good movie after a good meal.” said Jed, looking at you noticing that you’re worried. “What’s wrong? You can tell me you know...”

“Jed, I... you... you'll never lie to me huh? you... you'll always tell me things, won't you?” you ask worried.  

Jed parked in front of the building before looking at you surprised by your words. He had that look that cats have when they see something new in the house.

“What? Honey... you know that I could never lie to you... I told you everything, absolutely everything. Why this kind of question?”

“I... I don't know. I tell myself that... as a journalist you surely have enemies and... that you must have often been threatened... and that you may still be so then...”

“Tell me the truth. Who said that? Hoggins? Did he come to the café?  What did he tell you? He threatened you?!”

You tell Jed the whole conversation. Absolutely everything. He listened quietly, his gaze moving from surprise to anger. Instantly you thought he was angry against you, but when you hear him call Hoggins a bastard, you sigh with relief.

“How dare he...how dare he have the nerve to come to see you, to talk about me, and in addition to threatening you??? I swear to you that I'm going to kill him... he took Carla away from me, I won't let him take you! I... Damn it!” he said before looking at you. “Sorry...Listen. don't listen to him, okay? This guy is just a rotten one. He is jealous. But don't worry... he loses nothing to wait. The prison will seem like hell to him. He doesn't know what's going to happen to him.”

If he is still alive when the police will come to arrest him. Soon... Soon deliverance. It’s only a matter of time, of days, even. Let's hope that after that, it's over. No more trouble, no more problems, no more dirty guys trying to harm you. And let’s hope that Jed will never be aware of your deal with Ghostface. And for the rest. You go back to your apartment, take clean clothes and head to the bathroom to shower. Jed was preparing food and even from the bathroom you could smell a delicious smell of salmon and white butter sauce emanating from the kitchen. Once changed, you head to the kitchen, the table being set Jed finishing preparing the meal. You stick against his back, taking a little laugh from him. Looking at the pan containing the sauce, your curiosity and your desire to taste took over, slightly dipping your finger in the sauce to bring it to your mouth.  

“Watch out...it’s hot.” Said Jed smiling

“Maybe but in the meantime it's good. And quite caloric. Not really surprising coming from a white butter sauce... You know I was thinking that... rather than watching a movie... we could... do something else more... amusing.” you respond by passing a hand over his ass.

“I thought you'd be hungry but...not in that sense.”

“Let's say both.” you replied with an seducing smile.

He turned around and kissed you lovingly. And little by little he lowered his hands. You let go of a little moan between your kisses which made him laugh slightly. He lifted you up and carried you to the room where he dropped you off on the bed. The meal will wait. For the moment we will relax ... in a completely different way than in front of a movie. one way more... fun and wilder. Even though Ghostface was more... enterprising as Jed, you must admit it to yourself. But Jed is not a murderer at least.

What will happen once you know who Ghostface is? Denouncing him is not the right solution, it will kill you before you even do anything. but keeping quiet isn't really better either. It's an endless tunnel for you at the moment, or two doors come yours. But which one will you open? And where will it take you? Who will support you? Only God knows.

But one thing is certain.

You are not ready for what will happen to you.

***

(Well, it wasn't pie! especially that on the other side I'm seeing for the RE8 fanfic! Found a name is already complicated, but when you have several ideas and you only have to keep one... it's a real nightmare! As I told you there will first be a prologue a kind of chapter 0 compared to DSS! I hope you’ll like this chapter like the others ones! Well, it's time for my brain to rest! Have a great weekend to you all!  See ya!)

[ja3hyuk]

best you’ve ever had

[ Reader X Asahi/Yedam]

[nsfw! slight rope play/aggression, foul language & sex]

[7:35 pm] location: the finest restaurant in seoul.

you and asahi had been seeing eachother for a while, you met him through a mutual friend, yedam, hes like a brother to asahi.

Asahi decided that dinner would be a good celebration of 3 months today, how sweet. you are close to being finished with dinner and asahi is gazing at you. “what? is there something on my face??” you laugh. He replies “haha no, i’m just admiring what’s mine. i’m so happy to have you.” he scoots closer to you and puts his hand on your upper thigh, fuck. you gasp and move away slightly, already turned on by his presence. He lets out a groan and then a giggle, “lets get out of here.”

You both stand up to leave.as you are heading back to the car, Asahi smacks your ass slightly. you glare at him and he laughs and grins at you. “alllll mine. hell yeah.” he says as he’s walking you to the passenger side door. You get into his BMW and he gets in as well.

-the drive home-

“sahi slow the fuck down, it’s 60, you’re going 95” you say. Asahi replies “i need to get you home... and naked.” You shutter in excitement. Asahi is THE best you’ve ever had, so tonight’s gonna be good.

You pull up to the drive way abruptly. Before the car is even in park, Asahi unbuckles his seat belt in a frantic motion, swinging the car door opened and coming to your side. You unbuckle your seatbelt to make things quicker, He practically drags you out of the car, “baby calm down.” you mutter in fear. “fuck i’m sorry. you alright?” he says. “yes, let’s get inside. NOW.” you say in realization of what is about to happen.

He pulls you behind him by the hand in the front door and you slam it behind you, he spins around and slams you against it. He places hot kisses all over your lips which are now red, wet, and bruised. You are finding it hard to breathe due to the aggressiveness of Asahi, which honestly... makes things even hotter.

You reach for his belt, meanwhile still pushed against the front door, he lets out a soft moan. “baby...” he groans. “are you ready?”

“i always am, f-for you.” you say breathing heavier by the second.

He picks you up, still making out with you, and takes your upstairs to his bedroom. He pushes the door open and throws you on his bed lined with black sheets. The familiar bed you lost your virginity on. But not by asahi. By yedam.

-yedam-

rewind: 2 years

You and yedam met though having the same math class together, Having similar last names ended us up sitting next to eachother. The first day you saw him, you were in shock that a boy THAT attractive was in your class school in general.

You go to take your seat next to him, as the teacher begins to teach, you get a nudge on your elbow. it’s yedam trying to get your attention to hand you a folded piece of paper. it’s a note.

you open it and the note says “ hi beautiful, my names yedam :)” you scoff. Trying to act cool, you write back, “beautiful? that’s an overstatement. i’m Y/N” he opens it and laughs. “you, me. after school.” he writes, as he hands you the note, the bell sounds.

fast forward: 1 month in time.

You and Yedam began dating last week, you were known as one of the cutest couples in your whole school. wow.

one night you are hanging out with yedam and some of his friends, Hyunsuk, Jaehyuk, Yoshi, and Asahi.

Asahi and yedam were roommates at the time, you were all at their place. Pretty much everyone was tipsy. You and yedam were cuddled up on the couch. Jaehyuk and Yoshi were having THE most intense uno match, Hyunsuk was sat on the counter eating ice cream out of the carton. And asahi wasn’t a drinker. he was also responsible of driving the boys back to their houses so he wanted to be safe. The time goes by like crazy, you check the clock, it’s 2 am. “hey yoshi! jae! hyunsuk!, don’t y’all work first shift tomorrow?” you hear a tornado of conversation, a few “fuckkkkk” ‘s here and there, Asahi offers to drive the boys home, they live kinda far away, “alright be safe guys! thanks for coming!!” yedam yells while waving at Asahi car pulling out of the drive way.

He walks back into the house and sees you sitting on the couch. Yedam had brought up sex to you a few times, you were always too nervous. He walks over to the couch and kisses you on the cheek, as he sits down he lifts your dress slightly and places his hand on your thigh. You shutter at his cold hands. You think to yourself “ok am i just REALLLLY fucked up or do i want to fuck him now...?”

You take action and climb on top of yedam, straddling his thigh and begin making out with him. He barely catches his breath and manages to say “holy fuck. you don’t know how long i’ve waited for this.” You smile at him and say “i’m ready.” He gasps and picks you up, and takes you upstairs and into his room.

Yedam opens the door and lays you on the bed. “my princess. you are so beautiful.” You almost tear up at those words, not sure if it’s just the alcohol in you or not, those words caressed your heart.

Yedam gets on top of you and makes out with you and begins to go lower. He gets to your shirt, “what are we going to do about this...” you sit up and remove your shirt and he assists with your bra. “even better in person” He says under his breath. you laugh. He begins to kiss your chest and leave huge red and purple hickeies. great. even MORE to cover up.

As he reaches your hips, he asks “are you SURE, Y/N? we’ve put this off for so long i just-“ you cut him off, “i’m ready.”

He pulls your skirt off and panties with it. You help him get undressed while you are still making out, him leaving purple heart shaped bruises on your shoulders and upper arms, the nervousness hits you. fuck.

i’m about to fuck THE bang yedam.

After the task of getting undressed he lays you back on the bed. “look at my girl. the most beautiful baby” you say to him “shut up and get on top of me already” his eyes widen, he had never seen this side of you before. he wasn’t mad at it though.

20 minutes of foreplay and oral later, you are now on top, yedam helps you adjust yourself onto him, and when he’s in, you gasp in pain and pleasure. “f-fucccckkk” He groans “youre so t-tight”. In your head you said, “keep in mind i’m a virgin” but out LOUD, you couldn’t speak.

You’ve never been in more pain and pleasure at the same time. You ride him until your thighs burn, “a-are you c-clo-se?” he asks, barely being able to get the words out, you nod as tears stream down your face. You finish right about the same time he does. crashing together, in an orchestra of heavy breathes and shaking legs. “let’s get you cleaned up baby,” Yedam says and he kisses your shoulder.

-Asahi-

present day

“yedam shouldn’t be home for a few more hours so we have time.” asahi says and he walks over to the bed after locking the door. Asahi looks at you laying in his bed, shiny from sweat and red from his grip, he leans over you and kisses you sweetly on the forehead, “my baby.” he says. “why did you look so good at dinner? who were you trying to impress? huh?” he calls out as he’s searching in his black dresser drawer, “n-no baby- only y-you...” He scoffs, “i’m kidding baby, kinda... you had no right to look so good. knowing other people saw MY baby looking like that... is not good. you are MINE. only mine.”

He finds what he’s looking for in the drawer and he walks back over to the bed as you lay in silence, ready for him any minute now. In his hands you see a gold wrapped condom, and a black rope. fuck.

You both undress with the help of eachother and then begin making out, the hardest session yet. Asahi reaches for the rope and says “like i said. only mine.” he unravels the rope and begins to tie your hands to the headboard. after finishing the knot, he runs his hands down your body and breathes heavily. “you look so beautiful under me.” as soon as he gets to your waist, you shiver and he giggles. he proceeds to make you feel good. the best you’ve ever felt from the best you’ve ever had.

after about 3 rounds of oral, you are begging at this point. “p-please asahi....” Hes shocked at the sight, he’s never seen you beg like THIS. so he drags it out. “what do you want me to do?”

“make me feel like the only girl in the world.”

[smylealong]

Opening Lines

Thanks for the tag, @avauntus. This looks very interesting. OPENING LINES: List the first lines of your last 8 stories (if you have less than 8, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 authors!

1. Birth of the Yiling Patriarch:

Falling.

I'm falling.

Help me!

Someone.

Anyone.

HELP.

What? What? What are these? Black hands? Cold. So cold.

No, no, don't touch me.

NO!

2. Bells of Andal:

Nam Seon-ho was having a perfectly boring day poring over the details of rice production for the month when his surly retainer burst into the office looking surlier than ever. He cut through the rows of desks, unbothered by the dirty looks thrown his way. Reaching Seon-ho, the man threw an envelope on his desk – an official order from King Gongyang.

"Sometimes I wish I could go back in time," Sung rok said, flopping down in front of him. “Just to tell my past self to fuck right off that burning hut."

"What crawled up your behind today?” Seon Ho said, breaking the wax seal.

"Ghosts." Came the short reply.

Seon-ho stilled, nonplussed. "Eh?"

"You heard me."

From anyone else, Seon-ho would have assumed they were joking, but the only jokes Sung-rok seemed to recognize were related to bowel movements. This was way out of his brand of humor. He raised a skeptical brow, "Ghosts?"

"Ghosts."

3. You Saved Me:

Anger, fear, and worry gnawed at Dong-chul’s chest, making him cast one final glance at the near-catatonic figure of his father sitting in the tiny, filthy, stinky, and overcrowded room.

Man-hee patted his back, nodded, and said, “We got this. You go.”

“Yeah, you guys go save Sang-mi,” Jung-hoon added.

Sang-mi. The name twisted inside him like a serrated knife. The guilt of not stopping her from taking on a self-destructive step, her faith in him that he would come to save her, coupled with rage, the terror, and the anxiety of what would happen if he did not make it there in time, churned inside him, making him almost nauseated. Another emotion, one that he could not, would not, name wrenched his heart – the pain from it almost physical in its manifestation. He closed his eyes and took a moment to push down everything that threatened to burst through him. No. This was the most important fight of his life and his father’s presence had only raised the stakes higher. He could not afford to get cold feet. Not here. Not now. Sang-mi and his dad needed him, and he would not fail them just because he was getting anxious. He swallowed the bile in his mouth, bitter and burning. Just a glance at Sang-hwan and Dong-chul knew that his best friend too was battling the same nerves. Without a word exchanged, the two took off running.

4. Puppets of Fate:

Wen Ning looked at the drop that fell on his hand and suppressed a click of irritation. Rain. Why did it have to rain? He bundled his cloak more tightly and lowered his head against the howling wind. His boots squelched in the mud and he tried to ignore how, with each step, the rain poured harder and his mood grew darker, mirroring the sky.

5. An essay on Pterosaurs:

The Earth during the Mesozoic Era (250 to 65 million years ago) was quite different than what we know. Dinosaurs roamed every continent, marine reptiles terrorized the waters and tiny mammals skulked in the shadows. In the early days, birds had not yet evolved, neither had bats. The skies, however, were not a vacant scape. Bizarre winged creatures ruled the air, taking life to new heights, both literally and metaphorically. These were the Pterosaurs.

6. Monster?:

Brahman is the power that flows in the Universe.

Brahman is what makes the sun rise.

Brahman makes the world go round.

Brahman lives in our blood.

We are the Rakshasas.

- Rakta, Commander-in-Chief, R.A.F.F

7. Blackened Mirrors:

Slowly, as though caressing the skin of his lover, Zachary ran a finger along the iron railing.

Just a little more, he told himself. The idea was tantalizing in its simplicity. Climb up the mesh-like railing and topple over. That was all that was needed. The two-story drop would be enough to kill him. End his misery once and for all.

The sun had long since dipped out of sight, leaving behind faint trails of orange that were fast diminishing. Far beyond the wall, a whole different world was waking up. But hidden in the sanctuary of Castle Obrechen, Zachary Bertholdt’s day was coming to a close. He stood in the balcony, looking at the rise of the lesser moon, Cavli. Somewhere to his left he could hear the snatches of a folk song, probably sung by a boatman ferrying his ride across the lake Voan.

Despite himself, Zachary laughed. “Can’t do it, can you, coward?”

What was he holding on to, he wondered? At twenty-nine years of age, he was certain that he wanted to die. But, apparently, wanting to die and actively killing oneself were two completely different things. Why wasn’t he climbing the railing? What was stopping him? He had to wonder.

8. The Order:

The order came in on the seventh day of who-gives-a-fuck-anymore. In retrospect, it shouldn’t have surprised us, but it did. I do wonder why though? It wasn’t like this was the first time it had happened. But like the celebrated author whose name I can’t remember once said, “the ability of self-deception is humanity’s biggest fortitude, while being their greatest foible at the same time.”

We had, or at least I had and maybe I am projecting, but I don’t particularly care anymore if I am… so what was I saying again? Ah yes, we had, and yes, I am speaking collectively, convinced ourselves that it won’t happen to us. That we were somehow safe from it. The joke is on us. Haha. I’m laughing, don’t you see? That manic, hysterical laugh that I can’t seem to stop. My sides hurt, tears are streaming from my eyes, my cheeks hurt, and I’m struggling to catch my breath, but the laugh that is bubbling from within me just doesn’t seem to fucking stop! Someone help me! I should be crying, shouldn’t I? Why am I laughing? What the fuck is happening? I don’t know anymore. It’s all a mess.

________

There. I gave the opening lines of four fanfics, three original works and one non-fiction essay. Pattern? Do I see a pattern? I don't know. Not self-aware enough to see it. If anyone does, I'd LOVE to hear their thoughts. Tag 10 writers? I don't know 10 writers. I am tagging. @sadviper, @convenientalias, @rain-hat, @arlothia @terribleteej

[lala-pipo]

(1) WOW! 4 months has passed since you answered my last ask hahaha… so fast… I understand, sometimes when I spend too much time on something, be it working or studying or even recreational stuff I feel burnt out to :D Like I spent 5 straight days last week playing Stardew Valley, now I haven’t touched the Switch lol anyways, I am still enjoying the updates on Dorm Life! It’s slowly progressing but I think it’s good for both of them so far? Taking it one step at a time :3

(2) It’s like they are back at it again with their bantering and anime/fanfic conversations :’) the comfortableness is there but also at the same time it feels unsettling? maybe because we are seeing it from Taem’s POV and he is kinda fidgety (for a lack of better word) or tense about the situation? Hmmm but yeah the ending at the latest chapter though!! Whoooo could have been calling Jong at that time? And the off-character part where he turned off his phone, refusing to take the calls :O

(3) Obviously like Taem we would probably just wonder if it’s Key right, but idk why some instinct telling me it’s not Key like it’s a new part of the story? A new subplot? Lol or maybe it is Key and we are closing that chapter? Uhuhuh I’m just going to theorize in the corner here as I wait for the next update :3 Ah! Yeah, and you said there won’t be any crying moments anymore, so will there be more cheesy things like the end of the latest chapter? Cringe inducing lines and “aww” moments? ;)

(4) Yeah, ofc ofc since to Taem, Key is his “antagonist”, we were bound to kind of see it the same way… in the latest update too, there were a lot of thoughts inside Taem’s head regarding his observations on Key right… like I think there was a part where he thought that Key was looking down on him, or even he thought that Key and Jong should be having stricter? (Idk if that’s the right word) boundaries on things that they should and shouldn’t talk about lol

(5) To be honest, it’s kind of entertaining to see Taem’s train of thoughts on these things like, that almost instantaneous thought in someone’s head that they don’t really share to others. It can be a little bit biased, it can be overdramatic, but ofc I also I understand Taem’s hatred? Or more like insecurity maybe? When it comes to Key (and Jong). It’s the kind of things people think about but not really say out loud hahaha I love it, it makes the characters more whole?

(6) Oh yeahh? I shall be sneaking my way into AO3 to see your replies :3 For a while I kind of realized that you uploaded every 3 weeks? On my Sunday nights, so I timed it perfectly lol recently I’ve been busy too so this one took a while hehehe :D Since my last ask I think you updated twice with chapter 10 and 11! I think chapter 10 was more like “where is this going, what is happening” uncertain section with everyone just passing by time and going with the flow? Ft. mother and Kai hahah

(7) In chapter 11, I think the direction is clearer for them, thanks to the convo by the river!! It was a necessary conversation and I’m glad that they were able to talk about it, after great difficulty :’) Then the chapter was filled with fluff cheese fluff Taem’s thoughts on Key fluff :3 hahaha oh! Maybe I wasn’t paying attention as much but there weren’t many biblical allusions in the past 2 chapters? Maybe it was intentional or maybe not, either way I didn’t notice many of them I think? haha

(8) Maybe ‘cos Taem’s thoughts are filled with “where is this going”, Jong, Key, and then the upcoming exam lol so not so much bible references going on in his head haha… Also!! I saw new fanfics for Jong’s month and I did not read them yet!! So excited, probably will read them as I wait for the updates :D Also!! SHINee x AoT fanfic, yes please omg… I actually searched for one back in 2013-2014? When AoT Anime was just released… we have Pacific Rim AU, so I was rooting hard for AoT AU :’(

(9) Sooo yeah, I’ll look forward to any new fanfics by you in the future too! But please do take time away from it if it tires you out or if you are burned out! It should be an enjoyable thing to do for you :D Anyways! Thank you for the updates! I thoroughly enjoyed the fluff, oh! and thank you for accepting my tomo-choco lol, and I gratefully accept yours! <3 I hope you had and will have an amazing time for the upcoming months! Take care, and stay healthy! – cricket anon

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Cricket nony!

Wow indeed! It certainly has been a while. How have you been? I have never heard of Stardew Valley before, but I’m glad you’ve enjoyed playing it. But I know that feeling, sometimes I play games for weeks and then I won’t touch them for a year. Humans are weird like that I guess. ^^

I’m glad you’re still enjoying my slow updates. I mean we are about to cross the finishing line. There are only two chapters left to complete the storyline + the epilogue. So yeah. Considering that I already wanted to be done with the story by March – and now we’re nearing July already. Haha – but at least I’m working on it to push this story over the finishing line.

It’s not really a subplot – more like the underlying theme of the story which has been there since chapter 1. If the story was written from Jonghyun POVs it would have been a main theme, but since we’re seeing everything from Taem’s perspective, we just know what Jonghyun shares with him – which is not a lot. :’)

Yes, there won’t be any more tears. There will be a few cheesy moments, but less so compared to chapter 11. :’D Chapter 12 is like the last peak before – hopefully – all ties come together in chapter 13 *knocks on wood*

Oh, Taemin will have a lot more thoughts on Kibum in chapter 12. Lmao The whole situation between Kibum and Taemin is loosely based on something from my own experiences. However, without going too much into detail – let’s keep it simple and say I was the Jonghyun in that scenario. Lmao

Yeah, I think there are plenty of moments in this story in which Taemin thinks a LOT of things but says something very different out loud. I think that’s only human. It’s just better to not share all thoughts one has. :’)

It’s certainly intentional that there are less biblical references after they’ve actually been to church. There are still some left to come, but far less than in previous chapters. It’s supposed to show that Taemin is slowly beginning to find his balance in a way, his way in life? I don’t know how to put it, but he slowly gets more rooted.

THANK YOU! Finally someone who understand my craving for SHINee x AoT fanfic. I really, really want to write one because for some reason I want to write something more action driven with blood, and gore and violence lmao and of course titans. I mean romance is cute – but romance is even cuter if you put it into a dystopian setting where people are fighting for the survival of human kind. A SHINee survey squad would be so cute T_T <3 I don’t really know why no one picked up on yet after all those years – we have so many crossovers in this fandom – and yet a crossover with one of the biggest fandoms out there is just nonexistent. It makes no sense to me. I also always wanted to write a Harry Potter crossover but there are so many out there already – so AoT really lets my weeb juices tingle. Lmao

I remember really liking bmot’s JongTae pacific rim AU…although I still have no idea about pacific rim to this day. :’D I always wanted to look it up because I like the description in their story – it seemed an interesting concept but somehow I’ve never went further than thinking about it.

Thanks for dropping by again, cricket nony! Talk to you in 4 months? Maybe…lmao Take good care of yourself. *waves* <3

[yeetedintoouterspaces]

☁️💫 So lame- Bokuto x Reader ☁️💫

Y/n strolled into the volleyball court, looking for her cousin Akaashi. She needed to pass him something from her Mother.

She spotted the dark haired boy and ran up to him. "KEIJI!!!!" she shouted across the court as she charged towards him.

"Ah, Y/n what brings you here?"

"My mom wants to give this to you!" Y/n says as she holds up a bag.

"Oh, tell her I said thanks."

"Keiji you sound so dry."

"Sorry Nee-san"

"Keiji that isn't helping-"

Suddenly a loud voice was heard behind the two. "HEY HEY HEY!"

Y/n yelped in shock. Oh it was the well known Bokuto, Captain of the Boy's volleyball team. "Hey!! Sorry I just needed to pass this to Keiji-kun over here. I'm Y/n L/n by the way!!"

"Oh cool!! Nice to meet you y/n chan but how do you know Akaashi?" Bokuto asked.

"Ahh he is my little cousin!!" Y/n replied

"Y/n we are only 2 months apar-"

"Shut it Keiji" Y/n says as she nudges his ribs.

"Anyways~ I gotta bounce! I'm starting my club activities soon too! See you guys around yeah?" Y/n says as she started to wave goodbye.

"See you Y/n!" Akaashi and Bokuto said in unison.

"Hey your cousin is pretty cu-"

"Quit it Bokuto-san. I'm not letting you around her."

"But Akaashiiiiiii~~~ why not?"

"Because you're a weirdo Bokuto-san."

"Am not!" Bokuto pouts

"Whatever, let's get back to practice."

~ the next day ~

Bokuto was determined to get Y/n's attention. Because one, to piss off Akaashi and two, to get to know Y/n better.

So during lunch when he spotted her sitting at her table, he went up to Y/n and sat next to the girl.

"Hey Y/n! Feel my shirt! It's different from the others!" Bokuto proudly stated.

Y/n reached to touch his shirt and asked "What's so special about it Bokuto-san?"

"It's boyfriend material!" Bokuto stated.

Y/n facepalmed hard. OH MY GOD IT'S SO BAD YET SO FUNNY SHE WAS DYING INTERNALLY.

Y/n giggled "oh my gosh Bokuto-san that was so bad."

"Y/n-chan your reaction says otherwise"

"Shut up it was bad and you know it!!"

"Whatever you say Y/n."

Bokuto thought to himself, "wow she is a cutie. I should do this more often!"

~ time skip to after lunch ~

Y/n wanted to put her phone back into her pocket. Oh sweet clumsy Y/n missed her pocket and dropped her phone. ( a/n: i do this too often it's bad HAHA )

Y/m quickly picked up her phone to check if there were any cracks or if anything happened to her phone.

"Hey Y/n there is something wrong with your phone," Bokuto pointed out.

"WHAT WHAT WHERE OH MY GOD." Y/n frantically looked at her screen, trying to look for any cracks.

Bokuto mischievously grinned, "It doesn't have my number."

Y/n looked at him in shock. "Oh my god this crackhead is really going at it," Y/n thought to herself.

Y/n started to chuckle as she passed her phone to him and said "Fix it then."

Bokuto's eyes lit up as he happily typed his number in. "Hey Y/n, you're pretty and I'm cute. Together, we would be..."

"Pretty cute!" They both said in unison.

The two laughed together hysterically at the lame joke. Oh god, the pick-up lines were so bad but so good.

From that day on, Y/n and Bokuto stayed as really close friends but they both slowly fell for each other.

~ fast forward to a few months later ~

Y/n and Bokuto were out eating together. Y/n was eating a salad while Bokuto was eating Yakiniku. "Hey Bokuto."

"What is it Y/n?" He asked as he perked his head up.

"You know what kind of a vegetable you would be?"

"Hmm? An eggplant? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) "

"HAHAHA no. You would be a cutecumber!"

"Y/n that was so lam-"

"Shut it Bokuto I had to deal with your lame ones for months."

"Hey Y/n"

"What?"

Bokuto said blatantly, "I like you"

"Huh. Same."

Y/n chuckled, "So no pick up lines this time?"

Bokuto stared at ths girl. The one time he was supposed to use an actual pick up line. He didn't.

"I- YOU'RE RIGHT OH GOD I DIDN'T USE A PICK UP LINE COULD I REDO THAT?" Bokuto was freaking out at this point.

"BOKUTO CHILL IT'S OKAY EVERYTHING IS FINE WE ARE FINE." Y/n *tried* to reassure him.

"WHY ARE WE SCREAMING Y/N?"

"I DUNNO KOTAROU WHAT DO WE DO?"

As the strangers around them stared at them weird, they calmed themselves down and continued eating awkwardly.

After they finished, Bokuto asked, "Y/n... what are we?"

Y/n sighed and looked up at him, "To be honest, I don't know. But what DO you want us to be?"

Bokuto smirked and asked, "Hey Y/n,"

"What?" She replied.

"There is something wrong with my eyes..."

"Hey Bokuto are you al-"

"Cuz I can't take my eyes off of you."

Y/n laughed hard and said, "So you are my boyfriend now."

"I guess?" Bokuto answered.

"Bokuto that wasn't a question HAHA. You ARE my boyfriend now."

"Wait wha-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Y/n pulled him into a kiss and quickly pulled away. Oh god. She just kissed him.

"Hey hey! So bold already are you Y/n. Don't get too excited yet though, there is more to come in our relationship." Bokuto said as he nudged her elbow.

"What do you mean Bo-kun?" Y/n asked as she tilted her head.

"You'll see ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Y/n. You'll see."

Y/n blushed as she slapped his back.

Welp, they did it. Two of the dorkiest people alive. Dating together now. They continued on their day together, smiling at their lame jokes as they ran off into the sunset.

"Hey Y/n?"

"What?"

"Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

"Bokuto we are dating already why are you still using pick up lines?"

"Sorry babe just wanted you to know how much you make my heart flutter ❤"

Bonus!:

"Bokuto-san you are dating Y/n now?" Akaashi asked.

"Yeah!!!" Bokuto replied, full of happiness.

"Break her heart and I might break your neck Bokuto-san."

"Akaashi calm down I won't-"

"No garuntee you won't Bokuto-san"

"HEY AKAASHI CALM DOWN PLEASE YOU ARE SCARING ME."

For the rest of the day, Akaashi lowkey death glared at poor Bokuto.

[airis-paris14]

Starlight 4

Summary: Amani is an orphaned heiress who’s spent most of her life raising her younger sister. T’Challa is a widowed King and Father. Neither of them is expecting much from their night at the Lotus. But the coming months have many milestones in store for these young adults. Will becoming a family be one of them?

1 || 2 || 3 || 4

“Sis, you are killing my dating life,” Madiyson whined as she and Amani cleaned the glasses at the bar. “I’m killing your dating life? It has to exist for me to kill it.” Amani murmured.

“Haha.” Madiyson threw her rag at the other waitress. “Look, you go to all these fancy parties, with rich eligible men, and you never invite me. Girl, you’re holding me back from my husband.”

“Trust me, you don’t want to go to those parties. All the men are old and boring, and they all want something from you.” Amani sighed and began hanging the wine glasses on the rack. “Yeah, some good lovin’.” Madiyson shimmied her way around the bar laughing.

“Oh my god.”

“So you’ve never met any young attractive guy at these parties?”

“Well….”

“Well?”

“Well, He’s the exception to the rule.” Amani sassed.

“See, I’m just asking for one chance. One party.”

“Fine fine,” Amani placed the last glass on the shelf. “Amare won’t be home for another month so you can go to the next party.”

“She’s not coming home for spring break?” Madiyson frowned.

“Nope, engineering conference with her school. In France.” Amani pouted.

“Yeah, I’d choose France over you too.” Madiyson teased.

“Shut up,” Amani pushed her. “This isn’t how you get the invite to this gala.”

“Now, you know I’m just messing with you girlie.” Madiyson hugged her friend.

“I know, but sometimes it just feels like she doesn’t need me anymore.”

“That’s a good thing! You’re not her mother, and you’re young. One day you’ll have kids and get to go through it all again. Except they’ll be infants this time and you won’t be in college.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Amani smiled.

“Aren’t I always? Now, tell me all about this exception to the rule guy.”

“What do you want to know?” It’d been three months since Amani had heard from T’Challa. Not even a text or letter. “Tell me anything,” Madiyson shrugged. “Well, he was attending our yearly investor gallery. He saved me from a boring conversation and we sat out on the balcony and talked all night.”

“That’s it.”

“That’s it.” Amani turned back to putting the dishes away. “There’s something you’re not telling me,” Madiyson accused.

“No, I told you everything that happened,” she fought to hold back a smile. “At the party at least,” Amani added. “Okay, so what happened after the party?” Madiyson prodded. “Well, before the party-”

“Before the party!” Madiyson exclaimed moving closer to her friend as a couple of guests looked over at the outburst. “Yes, before the party. You remember that table I handled for you when I got into work?”

“The one with the father? He’s the dude from the party?!”

“Yeah, his name is T’Challa.” Amani blushed. “Did he recognize you?” Madiyson bubbled, pulling Amani to sit in the break room with her. “Yes, and his daughter asked that I hang out with him the next day.”

“So y’all spent the day together?”

“And they both stayed the night.” Amani blushed. “Sis-” Madiyson started. “Then me and his daughter made breakfast and we went to the park.Then he asked me on a date, and they spent the night again.”

Madiyson stared open mouthed, “This was all a few months ago and you didn’t tell us?”

“Tell us what?” Sakura interjected as she walked into the breakroom from finishing her last table. “That she has a boyfriend who spent the night.” Madiyson smirked.

“He’s not my boyfriend, and his daughter was there too.” Sakura raised an eyebrow at Amani’s rebuttal. “Besides, there’s nothing to tell, I haven’t heard from him since they left.”

Sakura frowned, “They left?”

“They went back home, out of the country.” Amani explained. “That’s good news, he may just not know how to get intouch with you from his home country.” Madiyson offered. “I guess, but he still could have sent a letter or something.”

“Just give him a chance to explain himself,” Sakura encouraged. “Yeah, I just wish I knew something,” Amani sighed. “If you never hear from him again that’s his loss sis,” Madiyson hugged Amani.

After hustling through the rest of her shift, Amani finished cleaning her tables, hugged Madiyson and Sakura goodbye, and headed to pick up some dinner from her favorite burger joint. She hopped in line and placed her order. She had just pulled out her phone to pass time when a familiar voice invaded her senses. “Is that the heiress I see?” The king chuckled.

“Your majesty,” Amani bowed smiling in return, “You're back stateside.”

“Yep, Ada and I got in earlier this morning.” The king smiled. “Cool,” Amani smiled back before turning back to the pick up counter. “I also had a special someone that I promised to take out on a date.”

Amani raised an eyebrow, “She must be real special.” T’Challa smiled oblivious to her sarcasm, “You could say that.”

“I wonder if you called her like you didn’t call me,” Amani sassed. “T’Challa’s mouth dropped open slightly. Just as he went to respond one of the worker’s called Amani’s name. She walked away from him to grab her food. The king hurried after her, “Amani, I didn’t realize until we got home that I didn’t know how to reach you from out of the country.”

“And you couldn’t write a letter? Or call someone at the company that I own and ask for it?”Amani deadpanned as she walked towards the door, not stopping until T’Challa gently grabbed her wrist. “Amani, I am sorry. I didn’t think and that is obviously not an excuse, but I would still like to hang out with you.” Amani calmed slightly as she heard the sincerity coating his voice. “Please? Let me make it up to you?”

Amani nodded in response. “Great, are you free friday? At 8:00?”

The heiress smiled, “Yeah, I am.” T’Challa beamed, “I’ll pick you up?”

“Sounds like a date,” Amani winked, “I should let you get back to Ada.” The king glanced at the bag of food in his hands. “Why, don’t you join us for dinner tonight? She’s asked about you.”

“Oh, um..” Amani tried to quiet the leaping of her heart. T’Challa grabbed her hand, “We would both really enjoy your company Amani,” the king’s thumb traced soft circles on her wrist. “I’d love to,” Amani smiled back, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks, grateful that it wasn’t too noticeable on her skin. “Great, I can give you a ride or?”

“Oh, no I drove my own car. If you give me the address, I’m pretty sure I can find my way there.” Amani smiled, pulling out her phone. T’Challa gave her the address and they hurried off to their cars. Amani smiled as she noticed what hotel they were staying at. “St. Regis huh,” Amani chuckled as she pulled off. Along the way she stopped to grab something to drink, and a box of cookies from her favorite bakery, she text T’Challa that she was on her way before beginning the drive to the hotel. Within 25 minutes, She pulled up to the valet counter and handed over her keys. Amani walked into the lobby juggling her food, the cookies and a drink. She walked towards the elevator before realizing she didn’t know where she was going. Amani sighed and gingerly reached for her phone in her pocket. Just as she went to dial the king’s number, his name flashed across her screen. ROOM 1009. She chuckled knowing he’d read her mind.

Amani used the edge of her iphone to call for the elevator and began her ascent to the 10th floor. She hummed lightly to herself and prayed that she had read the room number right. The door dinged open and she walked out into the carpeted hallway. Her sneakers padded along the floor as she read the door numbers, relieved that she had gotten off at the right floor. She made her way down to the ninth and final door. She knocked and smiled to herself when she heard the rapid pattering of feet approach the door. T’Challa laughed, “Well, are you going to let me open the door for Ms. Amani or not princess?”

“Sorry baba,” Ada replied, her bouncing feet still audible through the door. The door handle clicked and Amani was welcomed into their penthouse suite. “I brought cookies!” The older sister grinned. The former prince shook his head as his daughter cheered beside him. T’Challa grabbed the cookie box from her hand and Amani followed them into the kitchen.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take her home with me if she’s too hyper,” Amani jokes slightly. “T’Challa smiled before grabbing her a plate from the cabinet. “Where’s my hug princess Ada,” Amani grinned scooping the little girl in her arms. “Hi, Mani!” the little girl squealed.

“How are you?” Amani asked, placing the little girl back on her feet. “I’m good, I missed you.”

“I missed you too princess,” Amani reached for her own food. “I’ll warm it up for you.” T’Challa offered. “Thanks.” The two adults smiled at each other before Ada pulled Amani into the living room.

T’Challa’s heart melted at the sight in his living room. In just a few seconds Ada had pulled out all of her dolls for Amani to see. Amani sat on the floor in front of the couch greeting the doll princess Tiana. T’Challa cleared his throat, “I hope your royal highnesses do not mind my interruption, but I think that Ms. Okeke would like to eat her dinner.” Amani thanked the king as he handed her a plate with her burger and her drink.

“It’s okay baba, we were just going dress shopping for the ball,” Ada explained “The ball?” The king grinned, bending down to his daughter’s eye level. “Yeah, like the one we went to with Auntie Shuri and umakhulu.” Ada nodded excitedly. “Okay then,” the father sat back into the couch, “have fun.”

Amani took a bite out of her burger as the little girl collected her dolls and ran off. “Her first royal ball huh?”

The king nodded and sighed, “She grew up so fast. She got tired of being left out of ‘all the fun’.” Amani finished chewing before pulling herself up to sit on the couch. “You got any pictures?” The waitress finished her burger while the king scrolled through his phone. He held the phone up to her face once she was done.

“She looks adorable!” Amani squealed. “Her dress is so pretty!” On the phone, Ada was standing next to her father a smile stretching across her face. She and the king were matching in their black and gold. She wore a black halter-neck ball gown. The black silk was covered in delicate gold brocade and embellishments. Her hair was braided around the crown of her head, with a large gold halo tucked into her braids. “She’s so precious!”

“I know, she looks just like her mother,” the king smiled, Amani squeezed his hand. “You look pretty good too,” Amani playfully nudged his shoulder. “Thank you,” the king smiled putting away his phone.

“You want a cookie?” the heiress asked getting up from the soft couch. “Sure,” the king followed her into the kitchen. Amani popped open the box grabbing two chocolate chip cookies before popping the box in the oven.

“Did you work today?” The king bit into the warm cookie. “Yeah, unfortunately,”Amani groaned.

“You don’t like the work?” The king frowned. “I mean, the people are great, it's just tiring like anything.” Amani explained, finishing off her cookie. “If you don’t mind me asking, why do you work? I am assuming your parent’s set you up well enough to thrive without a job?”

The king watched as Amani grabbed the cardboard box of cookies out of the oven once more. “They did, but I’ve always been independent. I used the money to pay off bills for the foreseeable future. We already owned the house here in Atlanta and I kept our vacation homes in South Carolina,Florida, Savannah, New Orleans, and LA. Used the money to continue paying the staff’s salary and put away money for Amare to go to school and start a life. Then I got a job to pay for youtubing equipment, travel, my car, and clothes.” Amani took all but four cookies out of the box and placed them on one of the white plates from the cabinet.

The king nodded, “You don’t have a passion job you’d like to start? Instead of waitressing at a job you don’t really like.”

“I mean, I’ve thought about starting my own luxury event planning company. You know, weddings, gala’s, balls, birthday parties, sleepovers, any event you can think of really.”

“What’s stopping you?” The king stole another cookie from the plate. “Nothing hypothetically, but I enjoy doing that stuff for fun. I think I’d want to throw my own event first. Kind of build up my own brand and relationship with contractors instead of just popping up out of the blue like that.”

“I think you should go for it. Get a job as an event planner for a company, work your way up or start as an independent contractor.” The king smiled. Amani tapped her fingers on the white marble countertops. “You’ve got this all figured out don’t you?”

“That is what the king does, solve problems.”

“What about you? Aren’t you very busy as a king?”

“I am,” the father replied, finishing off his cookie. “Isn’t it a little hard taking care of Ada and going about kingly duties? Doesn’t she have to have like a tutor and a nanny or something?”

“I only bring her on trips when I know I can take her with me to meetings. Not all of the kingly duties are boring. Like the ball, or charity appearances. That is most of my work this trip and she was on spring break, I believe it is called here.” T’Challa explained. “Oh, she’s in school?”

“Yes, she attends a very prestigious boarding school back in Wakanda.”

Amani looked up “ You send her away for school? Isn’t she just barely 5?”

“It is how things must be, her mother is no longer here to take care of her.”

Amani frowned, I think the nanny is a better option, don’t you think she misses her father while she is at school? A school with all these strangers?”

“She is fine Amani-”

“Have you ever asked her if she is fine, or if she likes it?”

“No, why should I have to. I am her father!”

“Because I was her T’Challa. My parents shipped me off to boarding school as soon as I was old enough to leave. Then they sent Amare right behind me!” I spent less that 5 years of time with my parents face to face before they died. Now they are gone.” Amani confessed, tears brewing in her eyes.

“I- I am sorry. I did not know that,” the king started. “I know you didn’t. I apologize for getting upset with you. I am not her parent, but as someone who grew up in that life, talk to her, come and see her. Make sure there isn’t another way for her to stay home. It would truly be for the best.” Amani sighed.

Silence choked the room, “I think I should go,” Amani stood up from the counter. “It is getting late, we have an extra guest room. You should spend the night here.” T’Challa offered.

“It’s only ten o’clock your majesty, I think I will make it home alright.” Amani teased. “Very well, at least, let me walk you downstairs. I’ll put Ada to sleep and come back out.”

Amani nodded her consent before taking a seat on the couch. Her phone lit up as T’Challa headed into Ada’s room. She pulled out the device and saw a new message from Madiyson.

Madiyson: Whatever you’re about to say no to, say yes sis!

Madiyson: Just thought you might need to hear that.

Amani: How’d you know I was making a decision?

Madiyson: Ohh so I was right?

Madiyson: What’s going on? Don’t keep me out of the loop!

Amani: I’ll tell you in the morning.

Madiyson: In the morning!

Madiyson: Girl who you gon be with in the morning!

Madiyson: You’re finally letting someone love you down!

Madiyson: Ohh sis! Tell me!

Amani smiled and put away her purse and set off down the hall to where T’Challa had gone. She peeked into a doorway where she found the king, conversing with his daughter. Amani stepped closer to the door and inadvertently pushed it open. Ada’s eyes shot up and a grin took over her face. “Mani! Baba is trying to make me go to bed but I’m not sleepy.” T’Challa looked up in surprise at her figure. “Well princess, if you don’t go to sleep, tomorrow won’t come and then we can’t hangout more.” Amani pouted. “Really?” Ada sighed.

“Really princess. Sleep makes the clock go faster and faster and speeds everything up so that tomorrow can come earlier.”

Ada looked to her father for confirmation. The king nodded his head and she sighed. “Okay. Thank you Mani.”

“No problem princess, just count backwards from the biggest number you can think of.”

“Goodnight Ada Ade,” T’Challa pressed a kiss to his daughter's forehead. “Good night baba,” the young princess smiled back. As the king led Amani out of the room Ada called out once more, “Good night Mani.”

“Good night princess.”

The king led Amani out of the room gently before shutting the door behind them. “I hope you don’t mind me staying, I-”

“I am glad you decided to stay,”The king reassured her. “Good, I figured I couldn’t really get to know you if one of us is always having to leave,” Amani chuckled, “even after an awkward conversation… I want to apologize again for what I said, I had no right to criticize how you choose to raise your daughter.”

“Please, do not apologize. I am glad you said what you said. People are normally too afraid to criticize any personal decisions I make. I am glad you stood up for what you thought was in her best interest and I will definitely be giving the matter more consideration.” The king promised.

“Oh, good.”

“Well, the night is still young. Would you like to watch a movie or something?” The king offered, clearing his throat and moving closer to the heiress. “Umm sure, I should probably run home and grab some clothes for tomorrow. I’m just a few minutes away.”

“Okay. I will set up a movie and order some more cookies or something,” the king replied.

“Cool,” Amani jogged down the hall and to the couch, “I’ll be right back,” she smiled before heading out the door.

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[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Saving Grace - Part 3

Summary: Steve leaves you and your son to go back to Peggy unaware your pregnant.

Your heartbroken and struggling without Steve until Bucky Barnes steps up to help you out. With you and Bucky growing closer everyday will he be your saving Grace?

(Takes place after The Avengers defeat Thanos and people lost in the snap are back).

A/N -Sorry summary sucks! If i say too much it will give things away! 💜

(3 months later)

I was sat on one of the sun loungers in the back yard with Wanda as we watched Bucky and Sam running around after Harrison while Clint was working away at the BBQ.

"You seem happier sweetheart" Wanda said rolling her head to the side to look at me.

"I feel a lot better, its still tough but I'm getting there" i told her truthfully smiling as i watched Bucky scoop up Harrison making him laugh loudly.

"Having Bucky around looks like its helped a lot"

"His been great...."

"But?"

"Its just...." i could feel the heat rise to my cheeks and shifted in my seat.

"Just spit it out!"

"My hormones are going crazy!"

"Okay....." she looked confused and shook her head waiting for me to explain.

"Im horny all the time!!" I whispered to her "and he walks around looking like that..." i nodded my head over to where Bucky was now rolling around the grass with Harrison climbing on him, both of them laughing.

"Get him lil man!" Sam was encouraging Harrison as he stood laughing at the two of them.

"Like what? Its not like his naked Y/N" Wanda chuckled clearly thinking I'm loosing mind.

"Okay, you don't think this is real..... take a look"

"You mean you want me to use my powers on you?"

"Its the only way you'll get what i mean"

I could see the red wisps appear around Wanda's fingers and creep over to me, her eyes glowing red and then she gasped sitting back in her seat a little breathless.

"Wow! Thats..... intense"

"I told you!!"

"Hey doll.... you okay?" Bucky asked marching towards us, i let out a whimper at the way he strutted towards me.... i was about ready to throw myself at him i swear to god.

"Hmmm im fine, why?"

"I saw Wanda using her magic on you...."

"Oh that was nothing, just girl stuff" i shrugged holding my hand up "help me up would you i need to pee"

"Of course" he smiled taking my hand and easily pulling me up to my feet.

"Thanks, if im like this now what am i gonna be like by the end!" I moaned as i walked into the house.

On my way back outside i saw Sam in the kitchen grabbing more beers, he gave me a smile as soon as he saw me.

"Hey mama, you want anything?"

"Id love a beer" i said pouting at the fact i couldn't drink.

"How about a soda?"

"Fine! Always gotta ruin my fun Sammy"

As i walked over to grab my soda from Sam and help him with the beers he pulled me in for a hug.

"You doing okay?" He asked quietly placing a kiss to the top of my head.

"Im doing better, theres still alot anger there but im trying my best to push it aside" i admitted to the man who had been like a brother to me since the day i met him, it was always so easy to talk to Sam "i've gotta put Harrison and the baby first. My anger towards 'he who wont be named' isn't going to help anyone, so whats the point?"

"Your a better person than me Y/N"

"Its not gonna do me any good, it wont make him come back to us, he had his life with Peggy just like he always wanted. Even if that meant leaving us behind"

"If he wasn't so old i'd punch him in the face for you i promise"

"Haha get in line darlin, Wanda would be out for blood and Bucky.... well i think he would channel his inner Winter Soldier" i chuckled as i stepped out of Sams arms to grab the drinks.

"You and Bucky seem to be getting close"

"Sam..... don't start" i shook my head knowing where this was going "we're just friends, his helping me with Harrison...."

"It'd be okay if there WAS something there though I'm just saying" he held up his hands "i hate to admit this but Bucky is a good guy"

"I know he is, believe me i know"

"So whats the problem?"

"Erm how about the fact I'm pregnant by his best friend?" I said with wide eyes, it should have been the obvious reason!

"Well actually IM his best friend now since old man Rogers turned up"

"Erghhh you know what i mean! Stop making this weird!" I grabbed the drinks and headed outside away from the conversation.

"Hey, everything okay? I was gonna come looking for you you were gone that long" Wanda asked looking concerned.

"Yeah fine, just chatting with Sam"

"About anything exciting?"

"Nope" i replied popping the P as i shook my head and took my seat again.

"Mama!" Harrison said running over wanting to climb into my lap.

"Hey baby" i picked him up and his little arms held me round my shoulders as he buried his head in my neck "awww is someone sleepy" i smiled running my hand over his blonde hair "did Uncle Bucky wear you out bud?"

I felt Harrison nod his head and heard Wanda chuckle....2 minutes later he was fast asleep.

"Sweetboy just wanted his mama" Wanda said smiling as she looked at Harrison "i still can't believe you have a son and that i missed so much"

"I know me too Wan, at least you'll get to witness everything with this one" i said looking down at my almost 6 month bump.

"Oh Y/N i cant wait! Im so excited"

"Hey Wan, how would you feel about being in the delivery room with me when i have her?..... you don't have to only i really don't wanna do it alone"

"Are you being serious??? You would want me there??"

"Of course! Your my best friend"

"I would be honoured!"

"Thanks, your the best".

"Ladies foods ready" Clint called over and Wanda shot up and rushed over to grab something, i stayed where i was not wanting to disturb Harrison.

"Here, grabbed you a cheeseburger" Bucky suddenly appeared holding out the burger, it smelt like heaven and made me smile instantly.

"Bucky Barnes you are the best!" I beamed making grabby hands towards the plate he held.

"Here i'll swap you.... let me take Harrison while you eat"

"Thanks" i smiled up at him accepting the plate, then I watched as Bucky carefully took Harrison. He rubbed his back soothingly when he stirred a little bit but Harrison cuddled up to Bucky, his face buried against Buckys neck.

"Do you want me to go put him in bed?"

"If you don't mind that would be great, could you grab the monitor from his dresser please on your way out?"

"Sure thing doll, be right back" he smiled at me before heading inside.

"Bucky is so good with Harrison" i heard Wanda say, i turned round to see she was back in her seat with a plate full of food a huge smile on her face.

"He is, I'm glad Harrison has him around. Ever since Ste... HE left, i worry about the effect it will have on Harrison" i admitted "his okay right?.... i mean his young...."

"His fine i promise you, he has the best mommy in the world. Not to mention a kick ass aunt and uncles who love him so much"

"Id be lost without you guys".

"We'll we're not going anywhere so you have nothing to worry about".

The following couple of days felt a bit off between Bucky and me after our friends had been constantly commenting on how close we had been getting, i started to panic and distance myself.

I wasn't blind, obviously i could see how attractive Bucky was but with my hormones all over the place.... it wasn't a good idea to even think about it. Plus he was Steve's BEST FRIEND!!

"Hey" i heard Bucky call out as he opened the front door.

"Hey Buck" i called back from the kitchen where i was making dinner. Bucky came into kitchen dropping his bag in the corner before walking over to Harrison to say hello.

"everything okay at the compound?"

"Same old, Secretary Ross is still against Sam taking on the shield" he said as he come to grab a bottle of water from the fridge "their pressing for this new guy Walker to take on the Captain America mantle"

"Of course they are, they want someone they can control" i rolled my eyes. Ross had always hated that Steve did his own thing, he wouldn't let them decide who he could or couldn't help and Sam was just the same.

"The guy seems like a punk not gonna lie"

"Sounds about right, probably their golden boy"

"We're fighting it the best we can but its tough" Bucky shrugged, i turned to look at him and noticed he looked exhausted.

"Why don't you go have a shower while i finish dinner, you look tired"

"Sounds good doll, your the best" he smiled and placed a kiss to my temple as he passed like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to do.

At dinner Harrison insisted on sitting next to his Uncle Bucky like always! Something that always made Bucky smile proudly. I loved that he had Bucky around but i couldn't help but think of how Steve was gone.... how could he leave his son so easily!

"Y/N you okay?" Bucky asked getting my attention, i nodded quickly and forced a smile.

"Yeah I'm fine"

"You sure? You've been kinda distant the past couple of days" he said as he wiped Harrison's face over and helped him down from the table.

"Just thinking about some things" i shrugged watching as Harrison run back through to the living room to play with his toys.

"Your nervous..... i can hear your heart racing you know"

"Buck thats not fair...."

"Whats going on? Talk to me"

"Its nothing to worry about"

"Is this about what Sam said the other day at the BBQ?"

"About what?" I asked playing dumb.

"I heard him ask about how close we'd become...."

"His not the only one who's mentioned it, Wanda said something too" i admitted shifting nervously in my seat.

"I see" he nodded sadly "you don't want them thinking theres anything going on with us"

"No! I don't care what they think. Its just.... this is so messed up Bucky"

"If I've over stepped in anyway I'm sorry.... i never meant to make you uncomfortable"

"You haven't i promise, honestly I've been so glad to have you here. I don't know what i would have done without you.... it feels so.... it feels right with you here. It scares me how much i need you around"

"Well I'm not going anywhere" he shrugged "i'll always be here for you and Harrison. Its been so long since i felt like i have a home....and... being here with you and Harrison? Im so happy and i can't remember ever feeling like this"

Bucky suddenly reached over placing his metal hand over mine "I don't know how Steve could ever leave you both. If you were mine id never let you out of my sight"

"Thats because your a good man Bucky Barnes" i smiled turning my hand so i could hold his hand better "after Steve left i was broken hearted you saw me" i scoffed "i didn't think it was possible to get past it let alone feel anything for anyone else..... then you came along"

"Is that a good thing?"

"Yeah" i chuckled "its just the timing.... i mean look at me, Im 6 months pregnant, my emotions are all over the place. I just think if we're even considering being anything more than friends that we need to wait. At least until after the baby....."

"I can wait" he nodded quickly "like i said I'm not going anywhere"

"Okay" i nodded giving him a smile "lets just keep this conversation between us for now, i don't want the others getting involved in this. They mean well but...."

"Their not exactly subtle about it are they?"

"I don't think they know the meaning of the word".

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[milknette]

day 13 - flower shop

i love you like, a flower loves a spring.

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"HOW do you say 'I want to move out because you're suffocating me too much and I need my freedom but I still love you and hope you won't hate me completely' in flower?"

Marinette pauses, as she looks down at the— hundred dollar bill?!— on the counter.

Two things cross her mind at once:

1. That the person ordering the bouquet is very likely insane, and;

2. That said insane person is also very like the most handsome person she's ever met.

Her eyebrows knit together. "I'm… sorry?"

The customer doesn't even seem fazed by the question. "Sorry, did I say it too quickly?" He asks, tilting his head slightly. Cute. (But he must be strange if he thinks speaking too fast is the issue.)

"I was hoping for a bouquet that could say… this." He takes out a paper, scribbling down a few words before passing it over to her.

Yup. She definitely heard that right.

Marinette holds up the paper in her hand. "This is pretty specific."

"Oh, is it too much? I could just shorten it if I—"

"No, no," Marinette interrupts, pausing suddenly. "It's, well, it's fine! You landed in the right florist's door, I know exactly what you need."

"Really?" He's almost beaming. "I went to a ton of flower shops before this and they all told me I was nuts and that no arrangement could make a message so specific."

She laughs. "That's just because they're not as good as me, 'cause I'm the best! Consider me an expert on the language of flowers."

"Great!" He responds brightly. "I was worried about how I was going to break it to him…"

"Who is this mysterious he, anyway?" Marinette steps outside the counter, circling around the shop a few times as she looks around the greenery, deciding on what to pick.

She spares him a passing glance.

Even casually leaning across the counter, he looks like he's been picked out of one of the fashion magazines for fun. (The sun shining from the open windows does nothing but highlight his figure, almost illuminating him to godlike status.)

Marinette gulps. "That is if you don't mind me asking!"

The customer smiles, completely unbothered (and oblivious to her panic). "It's okay," he replies easily. "... it's for my dad. I'm planning to move out and I just don't know how to break it to him." He smiles. "And I've heard that flowers are a great way to ease into conversation."

"Well," Marinette replies, carefully picking out a few plants and laying them on her arm. "They're pretty, at least. And everyone loves looking at things they think are beautiful."

She stares at him for a bit too long, before immediately stuttering to herself and heading back toward the counter, an army of flowers in hand.

"So I think we've got our flowers here," she starts, carefully laying them down on the table. "I'll just arrange and wrap it together, then we're all set!"

"Perfect," he says, observing her work through the plants. She's so focused that when he speaks up again, Marinette almost falls over.

"You're great at this."

She squeaks. "I— uh— thank you?"

"I can't do things like this," he explains, stretching his arms out to gesture at the greenery around them. "I have, like, the opposite of a green thumb. I kill every plant I touch." He drags his hands down his face, almost dramatically. "I have the power of destruction."

Marinette laughs. "I'll be sure to wrap it well, then." She smiles, before holding out the arrangement in her hands. "Can't have you destroying this before you get it to your dad, now can we?"

He doesn't speak when she shows him the bouquet, and Marinette finds herself worrying if he likes it at all.

Until he starts speaking, a sudden burst of words coming out all at once.

"This is gorgeous!" He exclaims, regarding the floral arrangement with awe. "Wow, you made this? I mean, I just saw you make it but…" he stares up at her. "What is it?"

"It's— uh, yellow carnations, lavenders, and lilies."

"Oh," he replies, the interest radiating off him in waves. "What does that mean?"

"Uh… just trust me!" Marinette finally says, after a brief pause. "I don't want to bore you with the details, the flower language can get a little too long…"

"Then, maybe next time?" He asks, hopeful, and she can't do anything else but nod. "This is absolutely beautiful, Marinette."

"Uh—?!" Her voice is bordering on hysterical. "I, uh, how did you know my name?"

The customer laughs, then points at his heart.

He loves her?!

"Nametag," he grins. "It's on your apron."

Oh. Right.

(Marinette, get your act together.)

"It's Adrien, by the way." He smiles. "No nametag, unfortunately, but I'm Adrien.

How could he have such a beautiful name?

"Adrien…," she repeats— almost starstruck.

Before remembering exactly what kind of situation she's in, and immediately pulling back, busying herself with wrapping the flowers together.

It's a silent few minutes, and Marinette can practically feel his curious gaze pinpricking her skin.

Warm, it makes her feel so, so, warm.

When she finally finishes, she's sweating. (And it's not from working.)

"Here 'ya go!" Marinette practically shoves the bouquet in his face. Great. Give the guy a face full of flower. Great job, Marinette.

But he doesn't seem to mind. Adrien only smiles, taking it from her— she can almost feel the electricity shocking her when their fingers touch.

"Thanks," he says. "I'm really glad I found your shop."

"I am too," she mutters— before immediately backtracking. "I mean, always great to help a customer in need!"

"Then, I'll see you again soon!"

"Yeah, see yo… wait?!"

.

.

Marinette's surprised when he actually shows up again.

And again. And again.

And again.

The next time, he asks for flowers to say, "I'm sorry I accidentally broke your DJ setup thing because I spilled Coke on it I'll buy you new ones I swear". Then, "You're so great at fencing and my childhood best friend actually really likes you so maybe you'd want to go on a date with her some time? I swear her personality can be endearing." And yet another, "I'm sorry the apartment smells like camembert my cat's kinda obsessed with it and won't eat anything else".

With every insanely specific scenario, Marinette always manages to make the perfect bouquet to suit the occasion.

So he keeps coming back.

.

.

It's a few months into their friendship when Marinette realizes that she slipped up.

"She got mad at me today."

Marinette looks up from the flower arrangement, eyebrows wrinkling together. "Who?"

"Chloé," he replies. "The one you made the bouquet for last week?"

"Ah, yeah," she vaguely remembers making a bouquet that meant something along the lines of, 'it's our one-year anniversary and I want to tell you I love you'. (She was only much too relieved to find out it was his friend's request, not his own.)

"The yellow roses. How'd that go?"

Adrien stares at her, expression almost scarily blank. "Actually, they had a fight."

"... oh."

Oh no.

"Yeah," he drawls on. "Kagami thought she was cheating on her."

"... is that so?"

Now she's done it.

"Turns out that yellow roses mean a decrease of love or infidelity." Adrien continues, definitely becoming aware of the sudden panic she's feeling. "Which I thought, weird, because the florist told me they mean true love."

"Haha…"

"So, any idea how that ended up?"

"Well…"

"Well…"

"So funny story— so maybeI'm not the flower language expert I claimed to be at the start…"

"Maybe?"

"Okay, not at all but…"

Cat's out of the bag now.

.

.

Adrien hasn't visited in weeks.

As it turns out, her love story ends before it actually even starts. (Serves her right for lying, after all.)

Marinette sighs, walking up to the flower shop.

After Alya had found out about what she'd been up to, she insisted that Marinette show up early to check up on their stocks and clean up before opening.

"It's the least you could do after partially ruining our reputation."

Fair.

But what surprises her is someone waiting outside.

"... Adrien?"

He smiles, walking up to her. "Hey."

"What are you doing here? I thought you… I… not talking anymore…?"

"What do you mean?"

"You haven't visited in weeks! I thought you hated me."

"No," he explains, visibly confused. "I went to New York with my dad. I couldn't message you because I only had your number. But I messaged you before I left?"

"What? No you didn't—"

Marinette fishes out her phone, adamant on proving him wrong, when her messages betray her.

CUTE FLOWER BOY: Hi! I'll be out of the country for a bit, so maybe you could message me online? I think we still have a lot to talk about after how it ended up last time I went. :( Add me [here]!

"I— uh…"

"Cute flower boy, huh?"

"Wait, that's so embarrassing ohmygod…"

Adrien laughs, and Marinette finds that she's missed it. "I like it. I'm flattered, thanks."

"So…"

"So…?"

"What are you doing here?"

He looks almost nervous. "Well," he starts, before awkwardly coughing. "I was thinking about you the whole trip I was away."

"... huh?"

"Yeah," Adrien laughs. "I missed you a lot." He pauses, then reveals a small rose hidden in the palm of his hand.

"What's this?"

"A rose. The right-coloured one, this time."

"Wait, so…"

Marinette can't process this. She's confident that she's the color of the rose at this point; maybe even a thousand or more shades even darker.

"I'm not sure I understand…"

"Come on, I'm sure even you know what a red rose means."

"But I—"

"I love you." Adrien smiles, taking her hand and holding the rose between them. "And I'll gladly spend the rest of my life giving you every kind of flower that tells you how much you mean to me."

"No yellow flowers, though?"

He laughs. "Never yellow flowers." Then, Adrien looks into her eyes, filled with hope and love and sunshine. "So what do you say?"

Marinette doesn't speak.

Not a single word.

Instead, she tiptoes upward, all of a sudden pressing a kiss to his lips.

"I love you too."