#I just refuse. you’re too fantastic and I love you to bits

[notquitejiraiya]

holy shit !!!!!!

THE LOOK IN RASA’S EYES ARE YOU *KIDDING*???? Ahhhhhhhh

I can FEEL the tension from their expressions here you are unreal, mate. Unreal!!

And the fact the shirt is the same as in your drawing of his birthday in Rome… holy shit it’s so cool

You are incredible and you are spoiling me and I cannot thank you enough THANK YOU THANK YOU

'Momentarily, Rasa nodded and turned back to Shikamaru. His eyes narrowed, falling to the holes in his neckline, then found his eyes with a deep inhale.

“My daughter,” he said, his voice deeper and more gravelly in English. “You ruin her, she ruin you back.”

Shikamaru froze. The can in his grip dented slightly in his grip. Temari tapped his toe with hers to restart him, prompting him to take two large, final swigs from the can and crush it.'

Grandmaster on ao3 by @notquitejiraiya

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hiiii I was looking to see if your request is open but couldn’t find it so I’ll just drop it here and feel free to write it :) I love your writings! 🌸

May I ask for batboys reacting to shy reader who wants them to lie down on her lap after their long day. She wants to praise them, play with their hair and shower them with kisses :0 thank you!

Dick:

Would rest his head on your lap regardless of whether you asked him to do not, your lap was the perfect pillow for him and he will not have it any other way.

‘Hi baby.’ He greets as he beams up at you from the comfort of your lap.

‘Hi honey, long day?’ You greeted back, your hands already finding their way into his hair and began to comb through it slowly as he hums, burrowing himself closer to you as a means to feel more of you against him.

‘Yeah but it’s nothing I can’t handle.’ Dick replied and smiled wide when you kissed his cheek before kissing his nose, and felt his heart melt upon giggling you giggling when he scrunched up his face.

‘Is there nothing that my handsome man can’t do?’ You asked sarcastically as you pressed a kiss to his other cheek. ‘Or is he just the most perfect man in existence?’

Dick made a face at this. ‘Have you maybe considered that this handsome man of yours has an amazing, wonderful and beautifully cute spouse waiting at home for him as inspiration?’ He looks at you with a raised brow.

‘I’m the one who’s meant to be praising you tonight, not you praising me.’ You chuckled as you peppered his face in small, quick kisses that had Dick reaching a hand to the back of your head, holding you close so he could give you a plethora of kisses of his own.

‘Well what if we could just both praise the other tonight.’ Dick said against your lips.

‘I can deal with that.’ You replied as you spent the rest of the night whispering sweet nothings to one another and trading kisses.

Jason:

Your lap was his save haven after a long and tiresome day from having to listen to Bruce critique his way of ridding crime out of Gotham. So he wasn’t going to refuse your affection, not when you shyly patted your lap as an invite to rest his head and looking cute whilst doing so.

God had his permission to smite him to his second death should he actually refuses your requests to coddle him and shower him in all your love and adoration.

If anything the days where you offered up your lap to him were the best days of his entire life as he got to spend it looking up at an absolute angel that he was lucky enough to call his own.

‘How’s my gorgeous jay birdie feeling today?’ You asked as you kissed his along his jaw and stopping when you got to his chin.

‘I’m feeling fantastic now that I’m with you sweetheart. How about you.’ He replied back as he looked up at you with his pretty eyes that he knew made you weak. Jason only wanted to give you back the love and support that you give him on a daily basis tenfold, for it’s what you truly deserved in his eyes.

He loved you too much to allow you to settle for mediocrity.

‘I’m feeling much better now my strong, brave boy has come home to me safe and one less bruise to ice.’ You responded with a lighthearted chuckle as you lifted up one of his large hands and pressed a kiss to the back of it, before resting your cheek against it to commemorate his warmth and callouses to memory.

‘Don’t come at me with that sweetheart, I know you love icing my bruises, especially when they’re on my abdomen.’ Jason cheeked as he winked at you, taking pure enjoyment out of seeing your flustered face. It was a much needed breath of fresh air coming home to sweet, caring you from the cold, unforgiving outside and he cherished every bit of it for as long as he could.

‘Meanie.’ You murmur, booping him on the nose.

‘Meanie? How am I being mean chipmunk, I know how much you love my abs and my thighs.’ Jason chuckled as he booped your nose in retaliation. ‘Why do you think I never skip leg day?’

‘You’re more than perfect the way you are Jason,’ you countered, ‘perfect body or not you’re still my jay birdie. Forever and always.’ You whispered the last part as you pressed a sweet tender kiss to his lips as he smiled in response.

Tim:

He always finds himself perpetually tired from working himself to the bone, so when you offered up your lap for him to rest, the poor man practically sighed in relief, almost as if he were a man dying of thirst in the desert; finally having found the oasis he had been wandering aimlessly for.

‘You don’t know how much I needed this.’ Tim groans as he made himself comfortable in your lap, trying his hardest to not to close his eyes right then and there from the prepping of light kisses you were scattering across his forehead and under his eyes.

Gosh he hates how weak he gets from your little kisses but would die a little on the inside if you didn’t.

‘I’m sure I can take a guess.’ You said sweetly as you ran your hand through his hair. ‘You’ve been overworking yourself so much lately that I rarely see you as much,’ Tim’s stomach dropped upon hearing this but let you finish speaking, ‘but when I do see you it always makes me happy knowing that you’re okay.’ You then pressed a kiss to his cheek.

‘I’m sorry for-‘ you cut him off by pressing a finger to his lips, muttering a soft ‘don’t. Don’t blame yourself for things you can’t control.’

‘But I can control it!’ Tim exclaimed. ‘It’s not fair on you to exhaust yourself on me every night after patrol and still find it within yourself to take care of me…I don’t deserve any of it as it feels as though I’m taking advantage of you somehow.’ Tim trailed off as he looked away for you as guilt are away at him.

‘Tim,’ you called, ‘my sweet Tim as long as I know your okay and come home to me every night, then I don’t care how long I have to stay up just catch a glimpse of your handsome face.’ You reassured him as you kissed his jawline softly, and Tim felt himself weaken under your words and affection as he looked back up at you.

‘You really mean that?’ He asked almost quietly.

‘I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it with all my heart my sweet, smart boy.’ You said while pressing a singular kiss to his forehead.

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sticky | kim minji

things between you and minji are... sticky this summer.

— childhood friends to lovers, summer trip, soccer player!reader, slowish burn, lowkey bromance, futchish READER 💜

contains : cursing, kinda slight makeoutism, a lot of bro and dude, just a little bit of angst but i promise its literally nothing, NOT proofread at all i am tireeeddd

wc: 13.7k words

inspired by : Sticky — KISS OF LIFE

You're not really sure how you got here.

You’re watching the sunset at the beach with Kim Minji, your hand in between hers and the sand below you, your face two inches from her own, your lips two seconds away from colliding.

Actually, let's rewind.

It’s summer! It's been 3 long years of being away in Seoul. A soccer scholarship was always great, and you were having a fantastic time with your teammates and classmates, but you were completely burnt out after these exhausting last 6 months.

Korea University Anam Tigers proudly win 3rd place in the U-League for the first half of the season. 5 wins, 2 draws, 3 losses. Not too bad. You did better last year, but you're sure you'll recover and bounce back during the second half. Or maybe it was the alcohol and smell of grilled beef that was making you emotional.

After you finalize your amazing speech with a broken voice and a tear threatening to leave your eye, you realize you're actually quite drunk. The applause of your teammates startles you, and they may be mocking your sentimental state with their laughs and ‘aww’s and teasing pushes, but they cheer you on anyway.

“Han Y/N!” One of your teammates, Hsu Nientsu, also pretty tipsy, nudges your left arm as you sit back down, “Don't get so sensitive with us now!”

“Our Y/Nie gets emotional when drunk, huh?” Central striker Ahn Yujin, leader of the team, pinches one of your red cheeks from across the table, action to which you groan at.

“I just…” You sigh, drowsy and teary eyes block your vision yet you can still tell all your teammates are looking at you. “I really love our team and want us to do our best…” You make a mental note to never get drunk with your team again when they coo at you for a second time.

“Well then,” Oh Haewon starts pouring you another shot (she usually would make you pour it yourself, but your flimsy arms and hung head bring out the instinct to take care of you instead), “Let's climb up the leaderboard for Leftie!” She declares as she leaves the small glass of soju on your side of the table.

You hate the nickname. Nientsu came up with it the first year of your scholarship because when you were supposed to be in central midfield you spent most of your time on the left side of the field, for some reason. Her broken Korean and teasing nature muttered the name in an attempt to mock you and everyone started repeating after. You can't complain much about it. It stuck too well.

You take the shot and grimace at the bitter taste of alcohol. You're still not used to it even after countless team dinners.

Won Haneul, your roommate, best friend and goalkeeper, laughs at your expression. The other girls have already picked up their own conversation, yet she seems very entertained at your drunken state, “Unnie, are you sure you don't want to go?” You've told her multiple times to drop the formalities, it's a one year difference; she keeps refusing.

You look to your right and you (hardly) see her looking at you worried, but still smiling. It takes a couple seconds for you to process her words. “I… I think I should go.” You slur, you're sure you'll die if you take another shot.

Haneul nods, understanding as always. “Guys, I think me and Y/N unnie are gonna head back now!” You hear your teammates complain and whine but you can't make out anything they're saying.

“I'm too drunk!” You try your best to scold them, “And I have my last class tomorrow…”

A soccer scholarship didn't mean you were just in Seoul to play soccer and get drunk with your friends. You also had to study and attend classes, like everyone else. Maybe you would've had it easier if you had chosen Physical Education as your major. But no, you had chosen Media and Communication for some reason.

At least it was the last class before break.

“Go then! Quick! Get away!” You hear Jung Sunhye drunkenly shoo you two away. It makes you giggle. You wave goodbye to your teammates with your frail arms, it makes you look like a car rental inflatable. You hear a chorus of ‘sleep well’s and ‘Bye Y/N’s.

Haneul holds you as you walk out of the BBQ place, and then a cold wave of air hits you right when you realize you have to go up the hill to get to your dorm. You don't know if the chill you get in your spine is from the cool late night air or the dread of borderline hiking while drunk.

“Haneul, I'm sorry.” You don't even want to look at her in fear of getting dizzy. You're only a few steps up the hill but you're already breathing a little heavy. However, your apologetic expression is enough for her to understand your feelings.

“It's okay, unnie!” She's such a joy to have around not only as a teammate but as a friend. You hope her kindness never leads her to getting taken advantage of. You and the other girls would ruin the life of whoever could even dare.

“I'm really grateful for you, y’know?” You probably shouldn't talk while you're rapidly growing out of breath, but you're already sentimental.

“I'm flattered.” She says with a light laugh while pushing you from behind, making it easier for you to walk upwards.

“Are you going back to Suwon this summer?” You ask after a while of more heavy steps. Haneul had also gotten a scholarship and moved from Suwon to Seoul, therefore getting to be roommates with you.

“Mhm! Gonna go see my parents.” Her voice turns a little softer and you notice even when you're mostly out of your conscious mind. “What about you, unnie? Are you gonna stay here?”

It's been three years since you left your hometown and replaced the ocean with the river. Three years since you left your friends behind. Three years since leaving your mom and dad.

Of course you missed them. How could you not? It's not like you were avoiding them, the last summers were just filled to the brim with practice and studying and everything got tangled and you didn't even leave time for yourself.

That's over, though. You can already see yourself on the shore.

And then you're at the bus terminal. Hands shaky and heavy steps, just like the ones you took walking up the hill of your dorm building. You carry your backpack at your front and hold your gym bag on your left hand. You wait in line to step inside your bus and you think you're ready to fall asleep for the whole ride.

But once you're settled in your seat, your thoughts leave you restless.

There's a fear in the back of your mind that your friends will treat you differently when you arrive.

You've been gone for 3 years, and you talk slightly less now. But the group chat is still active, and you talk with them when you're allowed the time to. It's not like you've gone completely radio silent and disappeared from their lives.

It's just scary to be back.

But the scariest thing by far is the fear of being proven wrong. The fear of still liking her.

See, ever since you were a kid running around with a ball between your feet, you've had a crush on Kim Minji.

Neighborhood pretty girl. Class president in elementary, middle and high school. Best grades in your year. The most crushable girl ever.

You remember the first day you met her. You actually think about it a lot.

You were 7, playing soccer with your friend Gyuvin on the beach at sunset hours. There was no real goal to kick the ball towards, you were just trying to steal the ball from each other and keep it as long as possible. But then Gyuvin gets a little too close to taking the ball, and in panic you pass it to your right. 

But there's no one to your right. And you realize you've just kicked it towards three girls about your same age building a sandcastle.

You see the ball roll away further and further away from you and Gyuvin, and closer and closer to the castle, and the girls don't seem to notice.

You don't know why you're frozen. You could've stopped the ball by now if you had run after it. Gyuvin notices your lack of movement and becomes the one who shouts instead, “BALL!”

It seems to wake both the girls and you up from your daze, and suddenly you're running as fast as you can to catch the ball before it collides with the sand clump. And you manage to catch it.

You had thrown yourself into the sand, and the ball gets stopped by your arms. But your head crashes into the sandcastle instead. It doesn't collapse completely, and it didn't hurt that much, but it suddenly knocked you out for a few seconds.

You hear Gyuvin’s voice behind you when your mind is back in its place. “We're really sorry! We'll help you patch it back up!” You shake of the sand from your head when you sit back up, and you can finally take a good look at the three girls.

They looked pissed.

The smallest of the girls speaks, “I guess you can help. You're lucky it didn't fall on your head.” She points at you and you feel guilt engulf your cheeks with its warmth.

“Great!” Your friend helps you shake off some of the remaining sand off of your head, “Let's get to work, Y/N!”

You're confused at his enthusiasm, you were just playing soccer with him a few seconds ago and now he wants to build a sandcastle with some girls you just met? “But… we were-”

Gyuvin cuts you off, “It's the least we can do. We almost destroyed it.” It makes sense, but you're still a little reluctant. You grab a shovel anyways.

Your friend is already introducing himself when you start digging a hole into the sand, “I'm Kim Gyuvin! What are your names?”

The short girl with short hair that spoke to you before is the first one to answer, “I'm Hanni Pham! I'm from Australia but we moved here a year ago.”

“Your parents like fish, huh?” The boy's joke makes Hanni's mouth open wide and her eyes dilate a good amount.

“How did you know?!”

“I'm Seol Yoona.” Says a girl with a voice so quiet you have to ask Gyuvin what her name was right after she said it, “What did she say?”

“Seol Yoona.” He repeats, and you get back to digging with a nod, not before you give an apologetic smile to the girl.

The last girl introduces herself, “I'm Kim Minji.” You notice three things about her. Her voice is deeper than the other two girls, her eyebrows are really pretty, and she's wearing a blue clip on her hair.

All three of the girls are pretty, but if Gyuvin asks you later who you thought was the prettiest you are sure you'll say Minji.

Said girl notices you've been doing nothing but dig since you started introducing yourselves. “What's the hole for?” She says.

“I'm gonna put water in it to make wet sand. It's going to make it easier to build and harder to collapse.” And right after you say that you stand up, bucket in hand, ready to go and fetch water from the shining ocean behind you.

But just as you're about to go, the girl with the pretty eyebrows calls out again, “What's your name? You never told us.” Right.

“Han Y/N.” You tell her with a smile.

“Han Y/N.” She repeats your name back to you, like you're not supposed to know it already. It sounds pretty coming from her. 

The sunset glow crashes in the sea and bounces back into the eyes of the girl. You see them glisten as she looks into yours. Your heart starts beating as fast as it was when you were running around earlier.

“Don’t ever play soccer near my sandcastles.”

You look like an idiot, laughing by yourself in your seat. It's already night when you feel the bus stop in its tracks. You realize it's slightly warmer than when you departed, even at these hours of the night.

You're here. And you're not laughing anymore.

Everything you dread is getting closer by the second, and you don't want to face it.

It's been three years since the last time you saw your friends, since you saw Minji. Three years of only speaking to her in the group chat. Three years of believing you've gotten over her when in reality you were just getting distracted.

Because if you had truly moved on you wouldn't be worrying about moving on.

You step out of your bus and smell the scent of the ocean. Your worries fade away for the rest of the night. You'll worry about that tomorrow.

You're home.

It’s around 10:30 P.M. Knowing your parents they wouldn’t be asleep right now. They’re probably watching replays of soccer matches or some strange animal documentary. Even after three years you can tread lightly towards your home. Not much has changed.

The street lights are dim, and the wooden floor boards of the port are not much louder than the last time they squeaked beneath your feet. You take a picture of the moon watching over the dancing waves, then keep walking.

You wish you don’t run into any of your friends on the way to your house. It’s not like you don’t want to see them, but it’s late, and you couldn’t catch even a wink of sleep the whole ride. You just want to see your parents and sleep in between the warmth of their bodies like you did when you were just a kid. You chuckle at the memory.

You step into your neighborhood. Most of the lights are turned off, but you can hear a couple of things as you walk deeper into the block. Crickets, waves, and a couple different TV stations. 

You get closer to the neighboring house from yours. Gyuvin’s house. The lights in the first floor are off, but there’s a dim light coming from the window of the bedroom facing the street. It (probably still) belonged to Gyuvin himself. You don’t really know what he’s doing at this hour of the night, but you won’t bother him right now, even when you get the urge to text him something like ‘look out ur window’.

You hear the voice of a commentator from outside the door of your house. They were watching replays. Knew it. You think about what to do next. It’ll be too loud if you ring the doorbell, Gyuvin might notice you’re here and come around to investigate, And then you get a sudden, bright idea.

You set your gym bag on the ground and start typing your mom’s number to call her, clicking on her contact when it shows up. You take a big breath and wait for her to answer, it doesn’t take her long.

“Hello, baby! What’s going on?” There’s a twinge of worry in her voice but she always answers so happily when you call her. You chuckle deviously, mischief is about to begin.

“Hi mama! I sent you guys a surprise, I’m calling to make sure if the package arrived safely. Sorry about the time, by the way.” You try to mask the smile appearing on your lips as you talk.

“A package?” She seems confused, “I.. We didn’t get anything.” She sounds a little more concerned.

“Really? Can you check the door? Maybe it came late.”

“I don’t think it’d come this late, darling.”

“Just check, ma. Please.” You hang up. You feel a little sorry for leaving your mother bothered and confused, but you try to telepathically tell her it’ll be worth it.

Your heartbeat starts picking up its pace when you hear the door unlock. You put your phone in your pocket and pick your bag up again.

 When the door opens, the first thing you notice is your mom’s disheveled hair, probably from laying on the couch and watching TV. The second thing you notice is that her eyes immediately fall on the doorstep, and she frowns when she finds nothing. The third thing you notice is that, even before she realizes you’re there, she’s already taking out her phone to call you again, but she sees a pair of shoes in front of her before she gets around to doing that.

Her eyes travel from your old sneakers to the top of your head, and then they fall back at your face. Her jaw drops and her eyes look like they hold the moonlight in them when she realizes it’s actually you.

“Y/Nie…” She’s a little breathless when she says your name, and you laugh at the sound of rustling behind her. Your dad probably heard her.

“Hello!” You simply greet. Your father appears shortly behind your mother and you send a wave at him when you see he’s making the exact same expression as her. “Am I going to be outside all night? That’s how you greet your daughter?”

Your mother throws herself at you with a hearty laugh, it makes you happy too. “When did you get here?!” She asks, a little too loud for your liking, but you won’t complain. You pull away to greet your dad, who was frozen on the doorframe.

“Just now, actually.” Your father is in shock, but he does his best to hug you back, and the hug gets tighter when he finally understands it’s really his daughter. You giggle a little at his lack of words, then tap his back a little rougher when you start struggling to breathe, “Hey! Not so tight!”

He lets go and you hear him laugh more calmly now. “Let’s go in. Gyuvin doesn’t know I’m here yet and I want to surprise him tomorrow.” Your mom closes the door behind you, and then hits you on the back, quite roughly for your taste.

“How dare you not tell us you were coming?!” She rubs the same spot where she hit you when she hears you hiss at the pain, “It was a surprise!” You argue.

“Did you have dinner?” Your dad asks already in the kitchen, and your stomach growls even before you can respond. You giggle shyly at the noise, “I’ll take that as a no.” He says, “Go sit with your mom and watch TV with her. I’ll heat up something.”

“Oh, we’re not watching anything. You’re gonna tell me everything you’ve been doing.” Your mother taps the seat beside her on the couch, which you gladly take. “How was the season?”

You’re so happy to be back.

You wake up with the sunrise.

You fully expected to open your eyes and be hugging your mom while your dad was already up in the kitchen. And that did happen, except you wake up with your back sore from falling asleep on the couch. Your dad is in the kitchen, making breakfast for you three.

You rub your eyes and yawn. It wasn’t that late, you woke up pretty early actually. 8:27 A.M. Maybe it’s because your body is used to waking up early. Your dad looks back at you and laughs at your messy hair, smiles brighter when he sees one of your mom’s arms sticking out of the couch. “Rise and shine!” He says brightly.

“Morning…” The sound of your croaky voice seems to wake up your mom, as she’s already rubbing her face.

“Smells good.” She says in the same tone as you. “Is it almost done?”

“I just finished. Come take a seat.” Your dad turns off the gas from the stove. The scent of kimchi jjigae fills your home, and it makes you feel a lot more energized even before having a taste of it.

You run your hand through your hair to try and make it more presentable. Your mother goes up to your dad to ask for a taste, he waits for her approval. You start setting the cutlery and it makes you think of the mornings before school, but rather than getting sentimental, you enjoy the moment with a smile.

“Y/Nie, do you want apple juice?” Your mom asks with the fridge open, you just nod as you sit down.

When the three of you sit down to finally eat, you start to realize how much you actually missed this. You spent your mornings in Seoul either eating a quick and not-really-filling meal, or eating an energy bar and a vending machine kimbap with your teammates before practice. You don’t remember the last time you had a hearty breakfast.

The sound of laughter and birds chirping combined with the smell of a home cooked meal and the warmth of a seaside morning couldn’t compare to any of the emotions that crossed your heart whenever you won a match. 

Your mom and dad gossip to you about your neighbors and everything you missed while you were away.

You don’t find it hard to believe when they tell you that the weird old man that used to drink his nights away at the port got arrested. One of your neighbors' sons dropped out of college to be a model, Kim Sunoo apparently. Good for him, you always thought he had a pretty face.

Supposedly, Minji keeps her title as the number 1 student even in college. You’re not surprised, but you do feel full all of a sudden. There’s just a little bit of stew left when you groan, “Ah… I’m full…”

Your mom raises an eyebrow, “Already?” She looks at your bowl and laughs, “Nevermind, you finished pretty fast.”

“Do you eat well in Seoul?” Your dad asks. You feel a little flustered at the question and stutter when you answer, “I mean… not in the morning, but I eat pretty healthily the rest of the day. Me and Haneul prepare meals when we have afternoon practice. I’d say we’re pretty good cooks.”

Your parents laugh, “I guess we’ll put you to the test one day.” Your mom nudges you, “And it’s ‘Haneul and I’, by the way.”

The correction makes your eyes roll as you stand up to wash your dishes, “Yeah, yeah, grammar queen. I’m gonna go take a shower and go to Gyuvin’s to surprise him, ‘kay?”

“Aye aye, captain!” Either your parents planned to do the same move and say the same thing at the same time beforehand, or they’re literal soulmates.

You get out of the shower and choose a simple outfit- some baggy, ripped jeans and a graphic tee that you found in your closet (you asked your mom if it was clean enough for you to wear, considering the closet looked a little dusty; she said it was fine). The shirt felt a little tight around the arms and it was quite smaller than you expected, but it wasn’t uncomfortable at all. If anything it made the outfit more interesting.

So you stand outside your friend's house, with nothing in your hands but a smile on your face. You’re not really sure if it’ll be him or his mom answering the door, but you hope either of them will be happy to see you.

You ring the doorbell, and immediately hear footsteps get closer from inside. You don’t know if your heart is going to race everytime this happens, but you just hope you get used to the feeling. The door opens and you're met with a familiar face, Ms. Kim, Gyuvin’s mom, dressed up and ready to go to work. It’s summer, though?

“Y/Nie?” She looks delighted to see you, and yet quite surprised. “You came back!”

You give her a bright smile after you bow in respect, “Good morning, Ms. Kim! How have you been?” 

She steps back in a manner to invite you inside, “Oh, I’ve been well, dear. Gyuvin told me you weren’t able to visit these past years. We all missed you very much.” Her words surprise you, and you feel a little guilt squeezing your heart for two seconds.

“I’m glad to hear that, Ms.” She walks around the kitchen, packing what seems to be a lunchbox into her bag, yet still giving you her full attention. “Are you heading to work?” You ask curiously.

“Oh, yeah.” She looks a little agitated, “They don’t give me breaks, baby. I work for the news now!”

“Oh! How has that been going?”

She stops in her tracks, “Honestly, quite great.” She says, and you both laugh together. “Does Gyuvin know you’re here? I imagine he’s who you came to see.”

“He doesn’t.” The woman looks quite surprised. “I wanted to surprise him. I arrived just yesterday.”

“Oh honey, you’re gonna give him a heart attack.” She laughs and you chuckle, “I hope not!” You say,

“He’s in his room. He’s probably still asleep, but he’ll wake up if you knock hard enough. Make sure he doesn’t think you’re me, then he won’t get up.” The woman unlocks the door, coat hanging from her arm and bag over her shoulder, when she sees you nod. “I heard you won third place this half, right?”

“That’s right, ma’am.” You proudly say.

“Go Tigers!” Is the last thing she says before she walks out of the door. What a charming woman. You smile at yourself before walking up the stairs to your friend’s room.

Knock knock. No answer.

Knock knock knock. A groan.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. A louder groan.

“Kim Gyuvin, I will bust your door down.” You yell, “You think my legs haven’t gotten stronger?”

Fast stomps and the sound of a clutter of objects falling on the ground startle you slightly. The door opens so roughly you wonder if Gyuvin himself has also gotten stronger.

“Y/N?!”

“What fell on the ground?” You chuckle. He hugs you, possibly tighter than your dad. You didn’t quite expect it, but you welcome it anyway.

He pulls away like he’s checking if you’re not a hologram. You laugh the hardest when he pokes your cheek. He looks relieved, then mad. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?! When did you get here?!”

“I got here yesterday. You were still awake, I think. But I wanted to greet you properly, and I was really tired last night.” You explain with a little bit of remorse.

“Dude!” He hugs you once again, “Bro, I can’t believe you're back!” You hug him just as tightly. “I’m really happy I’m here.”

He pushes you lightly with a smirk, “Don’t get sappy on me.” He teases, “Congrats on third place, tiger.” You cringe at the nickname and push him back.

“Eww!” You both laugh, and you notice the bundle of things he has on the floor of his room, “You dropped all that?”

Gyuvin looks back, and pushes you out of his room, closing the door in shame. Unbelievable.

You hear him pick up the things and put them back in place, until he finally opens the door again. You’re right where he left you. “Get dressed. Your mom made you breakfast.”

“Wait, help me pick an outfit!” You’ve been here for less than a day and he’s already being annoying. Like always.

“Bro, I’m wearing a shirt that’s too small for me, I am not the one to ask for fashion help.”

“That’s your fault for getting swole!” You hear him yell while you go down the stairs. Maybe nothing's really changed.

You’re back at the kitchen. You look at the lonely plate at the table, it doesn’t look very appetizing. It’s not like it’s a bad meal, it’s an omelet and toast, but when you touch it it’s abnormally cold. Fuck you Gyuvin. He was probably supposed to wake up a while ago.

You take the plate and place it in the microwave, one minute should be fine. You open the fridge and snoop around to see if they still- yup, they still have a box of the triangle juice boxes you and Gyuvin always shared at school. Apple was your favorite. You’re sure he or his mom won’t mind you taking one while you wait for the food to heat up.

You take the little plastic straw attached to the juice box and stab it into the designated hole. Just as you close the fridge, you hear the shutter sound effect from a phone. You turn around and see Gyuvin already dressed up and smiling at his phone.

“Did you take a picture of me?” You ask. The microwave beeps, “That’s your food.”

“Check the group chat.” He says as he walks past you to the microwave. You take out your phone and rest your elbows on the counter when you open up the group chat. Gyuvin named it “Beach boys”, even when he himself was the only male.

You’re immediately met with a picture of you from your side, stabbing a hole into your apple juice box. You looked at yourself in the mirror this morning, but you only realize how tight the sleeves of your shirt look when you stare at the photo. “Damn…” You mutter

“Ow! Ow! Hot!” Gyuvin yelps as he walks beside you, plate in his hands. He sits down at the table while you scroll back up to check the other messages.

gyuv | 9:44 A.M.

guys Y/N got so swole its actually insane

sully | 9:44 A.M.

Well yeah shes an athlete what were u expecting

henny | 9:44 A.M.

did she post something on ig?

where is this coming from

minj | 9:44 A.M.

Good morning first of all

gyuv | 9:45 A.M.

yeah but ud expect her legs to get bigger or her thighs idk

tell me why this absolute gremlin has bigger biceps than me

i feel threatened

this feels like a bro code violation

henny | 9:45 A.M.

this feels more like you just being insecure

i checked her ig and theres nothing?

sully | 9:45 A.M.

Vin are you hallucinating be honest

minj | 9:45 A.M.

Why gremlin

If anything the gremlin is hanni

henny | 9:45 A.M.

literally so out of pocket

what compelled you to say that

gyuv | 9:46 A.M. 

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henny | 9:46 A.M.

Gyuvin is that ur fuckign house

is that han Y/N in your fucking house.

minj | 9:46 A.M.

What the hell

You | 9:46 A.M.

hi guys!

henny | 9:47 A.M.

Han Y/N are you in gyuvins fucking house

You | 9:47 A.M.

possibly

gyuv | 9:47 A.M.

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guys im shaking theres a uleague third place winner in my kitchen

im so honored

sully | 9:47 A.M.

Omg she did get swole

Hiii Y/N

gyuv | 9:47 A.M.

RIGHT

IM SAYING LIKE

U DONT EVEM USE UR ARMS IN SOCCER

henny | 9:47 A.M.

Y/N when the FUCK did u get here

im gonna start vrying omg

You | 9:48 A.M.

i got here yesterday at night

i wanted to surprise u guys but ig gyuvin got too excited

pham hanni DO NOT CRY

hi sullyyy !!

henny | 9:48 A.M.

ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS

You | 9:48 A.M.

stop cursing so much omg

minj | 9:48 A.M.

This is actually crazy

How could you say nothing to us

I feel lowkey betrayed Han Y/N

You | 9:48 A.M.

IM SORRY???

so surprises are the worst thing in the world now huh

gyuvs mom was so much happier to see me than you guys fr

going back to seoul

it seems im not welcome

henny | 9:48 A.M.

Y/N actually stop playing rn

where do we meet

You | 9:49 A.M

me and gyuv will pick u guys up

were going to the soccer field

but i got money from the scholarship so we can buy stuff on the way

gyuv | 9:49 A.M.

guys just to be clear i had literally no idea she was here

she showed up at my house 20 mins ago

sully | 9:49 A.M.

Omg we can go to that antique shop thats close to our high school

henny | 9:50

literally how r u so calm abt this

minj | 9:50 A.M.

Maybe ur just abnormal

You cackle loudly at Minji's last text.

When you arrive at Yoona's house, she's already waiting for you two on her porch. She looks a little taller than when you last saw her. Her eyes light up when she sees you arrive.

“Y/N!” She runs up to you and hugs you so tightly your breath falls a little short. What's with everyone and suffocating you lately? “I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too, Sully!” You smile at her when you pull back, and the first thing she does is poke your arm. Her jaw drops in awe at the toughness of the muscle and it makes you laugh.

Gyuvin comes up behind you both with his arms open and a silly smirk, “Where my hug at?” It's quite awful. Yoona gags and sends him a distasteful look, which quickly shuts him down

You missed this. And it’s like this - full of banter and laughs - the whole way to Hanni’s house, the three of you take turns at making fun of each other, with the brief recurring tease at your job as an athlete.

Your friends like to brag about you being a college athlete, and a good one at that, but they certainly enjoyed sitting you up on a pedestal as a joke. They talked about you like you were the main star of the national team when in reality most people had little to no idea who you were even on campus, with the exception of the Yujin fans who tried using you to get close to her.

“Y/N, I promise you, when you make it on the national team, there’s gonna be a ton of fan accounts for you.” You’re in the middle of pushing Gyuvin away and blushing at his comment, about to contradict him when you hear a voice calling you.

“Han Y/N!” You don’t even realize you were already at Hanni’s house when you look towards the sound and two girls are waiting for you at the steps of a big house.

The first thing you notice is Hanni’s hair. She cut it, a fuckass (affectionately) bob that looked exactly like the one she wore the first time you ever met her.

The second thing you notice is that Minji is right beside her, already smiling at you. She stands up from the steps she and Hanni were sitting on and shakes off the dust from her pants. She wears a simple white graphic shirt and oversized blue jeans, beige puffer jacket hanging off her arms, and she looks so much taller than how she did when she was 16.

(That’s weird, shouldn’t she have stopped growing by then?)

The third thing you notice is your heartbeat suddenly racing when her eyes and yours meet for the first time in three years.

It beats at the same pace it did when the afternoon sun hit her face when you were 7. It beats at the same pace it did when you stared at her sitting by the window in middle school. It beats at the same pace it did when she sat beside you on the bus and fell asleep with her head on your shoulder.

Nothing has changed. Nothing at all.

It hits you like a bullet through your chest, but you try your best to ignore it as Hanni runs towards you. 

“You asshole!” She yells with a smile on her face, and it contaminates your lips when she hugs you. She doesn’t hug you as tightly, but it’s longer than you expected. When she finally pulls away from you you touch the short strands of hair that cover her ears.

“What happened here?” You ask, watching in awe at the striking change.

“I kind of had an existential crisis last night.” She responds shyly while caressing her trimmed locks. “Minji helped me make it look better. It did not look good when I did it. They didn’t know either!” She points at the two behind you, both of them with their jaws hanging when you look back.

“Dude, you literally look seven again.” You say. You don’t mean it in a teasing way, she genuinely looks younger, but you reconsider telling her that when she hits you in the arm. Hanni widens her eyes at the unexpected roughness, “What the hell… you did get swole.”

“Can we stop talking about that?” The topic of your arms is starting to tire you, but it’s mostly embarrassing, so you groan at the mention.

You hear Minji laugh when Hanni goes up to the other two and they immediately start touching her new hair. It makes you laugh too, but you gasp a little when you feel a hand touch your shoulder.

“Hey.” She says, her god-damned pretty eyes look at you so sweetly, and her voice is so soft, and-

“Hey!” You say before thoughts about her take up your brain and you awkwardly freeze.

She smiles right before she hugs you, and it’s surprisingly warm, but you’re sure most of it comes from your own blood rushing everywhere inside you.

Everything about her is gentle, her eyes, her voice, her embrace. It’s a complete one-eighty in contrast to the tightness of everyone else who’s put their arms around you for the past two days.

“I missed you.” She says so delicately, almost quiet, even if she says it right next to your ear. And you’re about to melt, and she has no idea, so you hug her back, a little less soft than how she does, and say “I missed you too.”

It comes out a lot more calmly than you expect it, and you internally praise yourself for not making a fool out of yourself. It’s not like you want to pull away, but you might start sweating if you don’t.

You take your arms off her back and her warmth suddenly fades away. When she looks at your face again, there’s a small grin painting her lips, “Congrats on the win.” She pokes at your shoulder and you laugh at the gesture.

“It’s only third place. I want first.”

“Oh wow!” Her amused smile makes you dizzy, “Didn’t know you were so ambitious.”

“People change, I guess.” You giggle with her. But you haven’t really changed at all.

“Well, you better get first place, tiger.” She teases and you groan even louder at the nickname as you get away from her to join your friends. Maybe getting over Minji won’t be so hard.

Getting over Minji is going to be fucking impossible. Matter of fact, you're sure it’s never gonna happen. You’re going to be 45 and still think about her, and it’s going to slowly kill you.

You stare as she holds a little cow plush in her hands, inspecting it carefully. Her round eyes shine just like the glossy buttons of the doll. You think of a believable excuse before you take your phone out of your pocket and open the camera app.

You zoom in and despise how your fingers tremble before you snap a photo of the girl, unbeknownst to her.

Gyuvin comes up behind you, his voice is quiet yet it still startles you, “What’s the pic for?”

You look at him with widened eyes and bring your hand to your chest. “Just… memories.” Truth lies within your (not quite) excuse. “I want to look back on things like this when I go back to Seoul.”

The boy narrows his eyes at you and smirks, “So sappy.” He teases, so you zoom out the camera to 0.5 and take a bad close up of his face, “Hey!” He laughs.

You get away and put your phone back in your pocket to look at more of the items in the store. Many things catch your eye, small, shiny, weird, big, you could buy it all if you had the money to.

You walk around the shop, your eyes examine all the items on the old wooden tables and your fingers lightly brush on some of the more eye-catching trinkets. You stare at the little ceramic figurines of dogs and cats and other animals and mentally consider buying the little calico cat on the far left.

There are some cute keychains with little black and white designs as you pass by. You add them to your roster too. Hanni’s voice catches your attention from a few steps away.

“Y/N! What do you think of this cardigan?” She’s in the clothing section of the store, sporting a vintage cream colored wool cardigan with little brown stripes on the sides of the sleeves. It’s a little big on her, but oversized is trendy so it’s fine.

“It’s cute!” Your eyes glance towards some of the clothes behind her, “I like that one better though.” You point at the blue-gray checkered sweater behind her and she frowns in confusion when she looks at it, “Y/N, that’s so ugly.” Guess you don’t have an eye for fashion.

“Oh well…” You sigh and keep looking for more artifacts.

As you walk around, you accidentally bump the top of your head on some of the ornaments that hang on the ceiling, the sound of multiple wind chimes emerge a little before your quiet “Ow!”, which grabs the attention of Yoona and Gyuvin.

“You okay?” The girl asks in concern, but you can hear her hold back a laugh between her teeth. Gyuvin isn’t so subtle, his laughs resonating on the walls of the shop.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You assure Yoona as you rub your forehead with your eyes closed, turned away in embarrassment. When your eyes open again, they land on an item that makes you freeze a little.

A small, pale blue hair clip. It looked oddly similar, if not exactly the same as the one Minji wore on the first day you met. The clip she lost on that same day while the five of you swam in the ocean together.

You remember her being so upset when she realized it wasn’t there anymore, so much she cried silently on the way back to your respective houses. She was over the sadness of losing it in less than a week, but it stuck with you after Hanni told you in a whisper that it was the first time she ever saw Minji cry.

You immediately take the clip in your hands, the first item you’re certain you will buy. Actually, you buy it in that same instant. Thankfully, none of your friends seem to notice your quiet purchase, too engrossed in their own item search.

The five of you spend around 40 minutes in total in that damn shop, and you could kind of tell the owner was getting sick of Gyuvin’s constant questions on how he acquired the items. “They’re mostly donations or things I find on trips. I don’t know anything else.” He says.

In the end, you bought a few more things apart from the hair clip. You did end up buying the little calico cat figurine, a silver necklace with a spiral pendant, a pack of stamps with really cool designs, and a love letter.

There was a cardboard box sitting on a chair in one corner of the shop with a sign that said “Old Love Letters, ₩300 Each”, and not only is it something you’ve never seen anyone sell before, but it’s also cheap. How could you not buy a chance to snoop around in unknown people’s love lives? 

You put your stuff in the little tote bag Yoona had bought for you. She said the design made her think of you (it had three monochrome fish painted over it).

Now you’re making your way towards the nearest soccer field. You used to play there all the time with Gyuvin, sometimes the other girls joined, or some of the other kids in the neighborhood.

The five of you walked with you right in the middle, like you were the center of a K-pop group. It definitely made you stand out to the locals of the neighborhoods you passed through, and some of them even recognized you and went as far as to congratulate you.

Did your parents tell the entire town about your rank in the league?

“It’s like I’m walking with a celebrity.” Hanni voices just as you get back from shaking hands with one of the old men of the neighborhood. As much as you enjoy the praise and congratulations, it’s a little embarrassing to acknowledge you’re gaining a lot more fame within this town. You imagine this is how famous soccer players feel everytime they go out in public.

“Microcelebrity.” You clarify, “Aren’t you an influencer?” You recall Hanni spamming the group chat one time in the first year of high school because one of her Instagram posts had gone viral. After a while of her videos getting more and more views, she started gaining a small following and could be considered a daily-life influencer.

“Yeah, but most of my followers aren’t from here so I don’t get recognized everytime I go out.”

“To be fair, this is the first time this has happened to me. My parents probably told the whole town about this.”

“Oh, they sure did. Even my mom found out.” Minji states, to your surprise. Minji’s mother was well known for not liking any sports at all, and it’s not that she hated them, she just wasn’t interested. She didn’t even know who Messi or Ronaldo were.

“Wow… I knew they liked to gossip, but that’s… crazy.” You scratch your nape shyly. Your parents are known for finding out everything, but you didn’t know they also told everything they knew.

“She didn’t really know what anything meant but she was very happy for you.” She says with a smile.

Oh! There’s a strange giddy feeling that shows up as a smile on your face you can’t hold back. You’re not really sure what to say, but you don’t even have to worry about it, because before you realize you’re already at the field, and when the boys that are playing there take notice of your presence, all you can hear is screams.

Sounds of “Y/N Noona!”, “No way it’s Y/N!”, “You’re back?!” get closer as the match pauses and they start running towards you. Most of them are your high school classmates, some are your younger neighbors or underclassmen you played with during recess.

You get closer and they bombard you with hugs and questions, with countless reminders of how much they missed you. One of them complains about you not answering his texts, and another boy defends you by excusing your forgetfulness on being busy.

“Okay, okay. I’ll make it up to you with a match, okay?”

You end up playing for two hours straight, the first half with your friends as a team, but after a while it seemed like the only one with energy left was you. Not even Gyuvin could keep up your pace.

“No wonder she’s an athlete.” Hanni says, fanning herself under the shadow of a tree that trespassed the field enclosure. Your friends were all sitting down on the ground, watching attentively at the match you played against the boys while chatting.

It was 5v1 and you were winning 4-2.

Minji watched carefully at the way you carried yourself on the field, so graceful and yet not passive at all, a different perspective compared to how you usually are.

There's a little bit of sweat that glistens on your forehead, and after playing for such a long time you only now start to look slightly tired. “I pray everyday she makes it to the national team and gets rich.” Gyuvin says.

“Same.” Hanni answers, laying down on a blanket over the warm grass and resting her head on her bag and it makes Yoona laugh when she grumbles at the discomfort of feeling all the crystals she bought on the back of her head.

The boys score another goal at you, so you decide to get serious and start playing like you would at a normal university match. Minji stares when you run faster and slide through the opponents so easily. She kind of wonders if she could calculate your speed mentally.

Field length = 55 meters, Penalty area length = 9 meters

You were around 9.2 meters from the halfway line and traveled around 18 meters in a straight line, Minji counts 4 seconds.

18/4 = 5 m/s, 1 m/s = 3.6 km/h, 5 * 3.6 = 18 km/h

Han Y/N’s speed in that one moment was 18 km/h.

The average maximum sprint speed of La Liga athletes was 30 km/h, according to an NLM article (don’t ask Minji how she knows that; she isn’t even studying medicine).

Suddenly Minji feels the need to see you play an actual serious match.

“I don’t think you need to pray.” She says with a smirk, standing up from the ground and wiping away the bristles of grass stuck to her jeans. “She has it in the bag.”

The others notice her taking out her wallet from her pocket, “Can you buy me a Fanta?” Gyuvin makes puppy eyes at Minji, even while knowing they never work on her, or anyone for that matter.

She gives him nothing but a wave and walks away, “She’s not getting you shit, dude.” Hanni kicks Gyuvin in the back with the tip of her foot and Yoona laughs at the scene.

The grocery store is not far away at all, only a block from the field, and Minji treads lightly with her mind made up on what to buy. A bag of chips and two glasses of apple juice, and maybe a strawberry lollipop for Hanni, NOT cherry, she notes.

The owner is an older lady who used to babysit Minji’s mom. She’s seen her countless times in her life so it’s easy for her to greet her brightly. “It’s been so long, Minji!” The woman greets her, her aged features morphing into a kind smile.

It’s true, it has been a long time. She doesn’t really come here that often anymore unless she’s taking a walk out of boredom or walking the neighbors dog when she’s out of town. She used to come here all the time when you all went to play soccer, but the matches got less and less frequent after you left, mostly because the only one who actually wanted to play was Gyuvin.

Minji makes her way to the drink section of the store and lights up when she sees the chilled glasses of apple juice right where she remembers them being. She was honestly surprised you hadn’t brought a water bottle with you when you left, and maybe just water would be healthier and hydrate you better, but she’d rather make you happier with your favorite drink.

(You would’ve been happy enough even if she just brought you water.)

The glass is cold when it reaches her hand, a nice contrast from the heat of the afternoon sun. She was starting to get a little hungry so maybe instead of chips she’d get a sandwich. Maybe she’ll get two.

She excuses herself in her mind, she’s not excluding her other friends! It’s just… this day is about you, of course her focus would be you. And maybe tomorrow. And maybe the whole time you’re here. She laughs at herself while walking up to the counter. She meant it when she told you she missed you.

“That would be ₩4,200 but I’ll give to you for ₩4,000 because I missed you.” The woman beams her a warm smile and Minji can’t help but return it. She hands her 4,200 won anyways and is out the door before the woman can complain. “Bye, Mrs. Do!”

Minji walks back with a smile on her face, the wind hits and blows her hair back. Some leaves and dust get blown her way too but she doesn’t have to squint her eyes because they already do that when she smiles. 

The sun isn’t as bright and the rays don’t burn her skin anymore. She hears louds screams just as she’s getting closer to the field, and when she looks through the gaps of the metal enclosure she sees Gyuvin running up to hug you while the boys you were playing with fall to the ground in defeat.

She missed your win. Minji puckers up her bottom lip and sighs, shoulders shrugging helplessly.

You hadn’t even realized she had left until you see her enter the field again, so you send her a light smile she almost doesn’t catch. She looks back to the other girls and when her eyes meet Hanni laying on the grass she realizes she forgot her strawberry lollipop. Oh well.

She sits down next to Yoona and takes her sandwich out of her bag.

“What’d you buy?”

“Just stuff. Nothing for Gyuvin.”

Yoona laughs at the comment. “The apple juice is for Y/N, right?” Minji nods as she looks at you tap the boys on the back to cheer them up, “You can have the other one if you want.”

Minji was just about to open the packaging of her sandwich when she sees you and Gyuvin walk towards her. She quickly stops her actions and takes the other cold glass from the plastic bag, struggles a little to open the lid, and just as you take your last step she holds the cold apple juice to your face, or the closest to it her arm could reach.

You’re a little taken aback, but luckily you don’t blush at her act. Instead you just smile at her, mirroring Minji’s own kind smile and take the glass from her hand. “Thanks.” You say before you take a sip.

Both of your hearts feel full, yours at the flavor of apple that fills your tastebuds and calms the thirst of running for hours, and hers at the fact she made you even just a little happy with such a small action.

You gulp down probably half the glass down and end it with a “Ah~” that makes your friends laugh. “You still do that?” Hanni sits up and rests her hands behind her on the grass.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve done that since you were a kid.” Minji says and your eyebrows raise,”Really?” All your friends nod.

“I never noticed.”

Minji goes back to her sandwich as you and Gyuvin sit down in front of the other three. You’re tired now, but you don’t wanna lay on the grass because you say it makes you itch, so you try resting your body weight on Gyuvin, to which he adamantly pushes you away, “You’re heavy, Y/N!”

“What the hell, bro. I’m literally not?” You pout at him to try and get him to surrender but he just pushes you away harder every time you try to lay your back against him.

“Go lay on Minji or something, not me.” He says as he pushes you for the last time, you hear Hanni laugh.

You look at Minji and she’s already putting away the plastic bag she had on her lap. Oh, okay, yeah, no biggie. No problem at all.

You do a great impression of acting normal and move to sit next to her. “The shadow is better on this side anyways.” You fake whine at the boy as Minji grabs your shoulder and guides you to rest your back on top of her legs.

You turn your body so that you face her and hope she can’t tell your heart starts beating faster when you notice she’s already looking down at you. It’s a beautiful scene.

Minji’s face, the green leaves of the trees behind her and the sun peeking through the gaps, the wind blowing her hair a little to the side, the way her eyes smile at the same time she does. “Hey.”

“Hey.” You answer.

Everything about this is normal! You have to close your eyes so you believe it, and you start to after a few seconds. Everything about this is normal. It feels so normal and you love it.

It’s soothing. The wind caresses your face and you lose focus on the conversation your friends were having beside you.

And then Minji starts running her fingers through your hair and you lose focus on anything that’s not her.

Your heartbeat picks up for a few seconds and then it doesn’t. And then it’s all calm again. Your eyes are closed but your mind pictures Minji so vividly, smiling at you sweetly while her eyes. Her loving eyes.

God, you hope you’re not blushing, because you can already feel yourself getting warm all over. Thankfully, the gentle breeze is there to save you when you need it.

 And then there’s a moment where everything, the breeze, Minji’s hands caressing you, and the sound of playful conversation, all merge at the perfect moment and you experience a calm that feels heavenly. Almost divine, and it sends you into instant slumber.

You don’t really remember every detail of what you dream of, you just remember it being about Minji, Seoul and snow. Either way, you know it had something to do with her confessing her feelings to you after you win nationals. You remember that you froze after she kissed you, then called your name after she saw you not move.

“Y/N! Y/N!” You hear your name being called out, then your body being shaked roughly. “Y/N!” You hear loudly before you wake yourself up.

“Sorry!” You don’t know what you’re apologizing for until your body jerks away and your forehead almost hits Minji’s. “Oh, sorry.”

“You fell asleep.” She states the obvious with a giggle.

“No shit, queen.” You hear Hanni laugh loudly at your response. “How long was I out for?”

“It’s 5:25.” Yoona says behind you, only then you realize they were already packing up and it was time to go. Where? You have no idea.

“Shit. Sorry guys.” You sit back up and stretch your muscles before you can stand properly.

“My legs fell asleep, you know?” Minji announces, and when you look back at her she has a teasing smirk on her face.

“Yeah, well, maybe blame Gyuv for that.” You answer sassily, but you can’t help but feel a little guilty.

Said male goes to grab the tote bag Yoona got you and the half finished apple juice you left behind and holds the bag it to your face while you’re still stretching, “Hurry up, girl. We gotta go to the beach before sunset.” He throws the bag at you and you catch it just in time.

“Careful! I have a cat in there!”

You arrive at the beach at exactly 6:00 P.M. and as soon as you get to the sand Gyuvin is already taking his shoes and shirt off. You look at everyone, confused on the plan you never actually listened to.

“We were going to swim?”

“Do you not want to?” Hanni asks.

“I don’t know…” You look at your friends with a sorry expression. You were already worn out from the whole match, and even after you slept a whole two hours on Minji’s lap, you still felt a little tired. “I’m kinda drained guys.”

“Bro… How could you?” Minji looks at you like she’s so betrayed and you laugh at her annoying little face that’s also so pretty and cute and annoying

“Bro… I’m sorry.” You play along. Calling the love of your life “bro” is crazy.

Okay, “love of your life” is an exaggeration (it’s literally not, in every sense of the word literally).

“I’ll watch your bags and take pics!” You tried bargaining, and they look at you like you’re crazy. “Guys, please, we can come swim tomorrow. The beach is not going anywhere considering we literally live beside it.”

Then Yoona gets real close to you and whispers, “You’ll pay for this.” then takes off her shoes.

“What the hell, man.”

Gyuvin and Yoona are already running at the sea and splashing each other, they don’t actually care about you not joining. Hanni hands you her bag with a strange force and you don’t know where it came from, “Take care of my babies.” She says.

“Your… babies?”

“My crystals.”

“Oh, right. I will.”

Minji walks up to you when Hanni walks away and hands you her jacket and another bag, this time plastic, “There’s one sandwich left in there. I told Gyubin not to eat it and I didn’t think he was going to listen but he did, surprisingly.” She tells you with a smile.

“Thanks. Very thoughtful of you man.” Alright, pack it up.

Minji sends you one last smile before she leaves and your heart beats when her eyes squint too. You watch her disappear into the waves and smile. You take out your phone and take a picture of your friends all swimming and playing in the water, their silhouettes clashing with the sun that was just about to set. It’s so pretty you make it your lock screen immediately.

You take out a blanket from Hanni’s bag, the same one she was laying on in the soccer field, and spread it on the ground to sit down. You take off your sneakers before they get filled with sand and take comfort in the warmth of the sand beneath you.

You stare at your friends for a bit, a beautiful picture presented just for you. You’re so happy to be back. Your stomach lets out a loud grumble before you even get to tear up. What a way to ruin the mood.

You take the bag Minji gave you and take out the sandwich. Ham, bacon, cheese, lettuce- oh, who cares. You take a bite out of it and it tastes like home. She definitely bought it from Mrs. Do.

It eases your hunger quite well. You hear the waves crash and Minji’s laugh from far away and, what a beautiful sound. What a beautiful person. You think of Minji and think of beautiful, not just from her appearance but her soul. What a beautiful soul.

You take your last bite and your stomach feels full, but you feel a little empty and can’t pinpoint what it is. You feel like you’re forgetting something. You reach for your new bag and search for whatever it seems you're forgetting.

Oh, right, the letter. Suddenly you feel excited.

The sun starts just in time. What a way to set the mood. You take out the white envelope and notice it still has some scent remaining. It kinda smells like something Minji used to wear, jasmine and liquorice. You didn’t smell it on her today, though.

You notice the envelope doesn’t have a sender or recipient name anywhere on it, nowhere at all. Maybe they didn’t plan to send it, or they changed the envelope at the shop. Eager to know more, you rip the envelope, careful not to damage the letter itself.

You take it out and take a deep breath to prepare yourself. You’re probably a little more excited than you should be, but whatever. You’re excited to intrude on a stranger's possibly failed love confession.

Except when you unfold the page, it’s not from a stranger.

You panic and fold the letter closed just as fast as you had opened it. You must have misread, right?

You open it again and the top says “Kim Minji, 23rd of June, 2021” like it’s a diary.

It must be another Kim Minji. There are hundreds of thousands in South Korea. It could be anyone. Anyone at all. So you keep reading in hopes it’s someone who’s not the girl swimming in the sea just a few meters away from you.

Dear Y/N,

It’s not a stranger. It’s Kim Minji. Your Kim Minji. You’re reading an old love letter from Kim Minji. You bought a love letter from Kim Minji for 300 won.

Wait, why is it addressed to you?

Now, you’re more confused than shocked. Now, you have to find out. You were going to put it down and not read it to not intrude and break your own heart, but now you have to find out why on Earth the first two words are Dear Y/N written in Kim Minji’s handwriting. So you keep reading.

Dear Y/N, I hope this finds you well. If you’re reading this, I gave this to you on the 24th or maybe even earlier on a strike of confidence. I hope you’re not keeping yourself up to read this at midnight. I wanted to tell you something I’ve been keeping for a long time before you leave for Seoul. Maybe it’s a selfish thing to do, and it won’t keep you from departing, but I think it would be worse to tell you this through text and I can’t bring myself to say it to your face.

I have feelings for you. Real romantic feelings. I like you a lot.

I like possibly everything about you and it’s killing me that I’m so scared and unable to tell you. I don’t even know what I’m so afraid of, really. Probably rejection, but even if you did like me back I still have to live without you for four years. My wish of you coming to visit me will probably depend on how harsh your rejection is, but I’d still like to see you back regardless.

When you first told us you got that scholarship for Korea University, I was so happy and proud of you. In a perfect world I would have kissed you and told you how happy I was for you and maybe even gone with you. But it’s not a perfect world and I just told you “Congratulations!” and you’re leaving tomorrow, without me. 

I’m not one to take pictures, if anything that’s you, but right now I wish I had an album full of photos of you, of us, because I don’t know how I’ll make it without seeing you everyday. I think I won’t, actually. I hope you consider letting me borrow the photo album full of the countless pictures you take, even if they’re not of you they might fill the void you leave in my heart.

Anything from you will suffice, I think, but just your memory is not enough.

I kinda wish you could stay, but I also know you’re going to do your best over there and I hope you fulfill your dream of being a professional player. When you said you were going to choose to study mass communication I thought “that must mean she’s going to communicate with us a lot!” I hope it does. I hope you don’t miss us too much, but I do hope you miss me a little bit more.

I’ve never written a love letter before, if you could even call this that, so excuse me if this is not a good one, I’m sorry. I should probably state what I like most about you, but I don’t even know where to begin.

I love the way you’re driven to do your best even at the smallest of things. When we first met, you built us the best sand castle I had ever seen in my short life of seven years. The sandcastle was still standing when we went to visit it the next day.

You do your best at school, even when it gets hard for you, and I love that you’re not afraid to ask for help when you really need it. I kind of envy that if I’m honest. I hope you become the best student in your major.

I remember the time we babysat Ms.Yoon’s daughter and you were the only one who knew how to change her diapers and at what time to feed her. I also love how good you are with kids and sometimes it makes me think of very inappropriate thoughts of building a family together, but I won’t get into that because I don’t want to be weirder than I’m already being right now.

I love the way you always try your best to make me smile when I’m upset or stressed and even just the thought of you going out of your way to care is enough for my heart to melt. When I got sick in middle school while my mom was out of town you came to my house every day and made me chicken soup. I think that was the day I started thinking of you as more than just a friend.

I love the way you look when you put your hair up in a ponytail. I used to stare at you the entire time we watched you play during recess in middle school.

I love the way you’re clumsy and you’re never embarrassed about it. You always get up when you fall and you don’t pretend it doesn’t hurt when you scrape your knees. And I love the way you still try to smile when I’m patching up your wounds.

I love the way you always want the best for us and encourage us to be ambitious. I wouldn’t be on top of my class if it weren’t for you.

I love the way you like cats and they like you back. They always hiss at me unless you’re around. Maybe it’s a sign that we should be together all the time.  

I love the way you say Ah~ when you finish drinking water after playing soccer.

I love (you) the way you love apple juice. I hope you feel the same. – Kim Minji

P.s. if you don’t i also understand and you’re free to do whatever you want with this letter.

You have no idea at what point you started to tear up, but you only realize when a tear falls from your eye into the paper and blurs the ink in the last “Minji”. 

You don’t even process anything around you at that point. All you can think about is that Minji liked you 3 years ago and never told you and now you don’t even know if she still likes you.

No matter how much you think about it, you would’ve absolutely given her your photo album, if only the letter had actually gotten to you when it was supposed to.

“I saw you open the letter from over there, I came here to be nosy.” You can’t tell anything she says because you’re so entranced but you can tell it’s Minji’s voice. You freeze when she sits beside you.

“Is it any good?” She asks before realizing you’re completely paralyzed. “Hey, are you crying?” She touches your shoulder in concern, and it wakes you up a little bit, but the only thing you can do is hand her the letter.

She stares at you for a few seconds before she finally takes the page and mutters, “Oh.”

You don’t really want to look at her, and you don’t know what comes over you that makes you turn your head anyways. The red sun rays hit her face in a way that makes her tan skin glow. Her hair is damp and her shirt is stuck to her body but you don’t dare to look.

She’s clearly just as shocked as you are to see the object in her hands. And she still looks so beautiful. “Y/N, I-” You wipe your tears and sniff before she turns and see them in your eyes.

“Was this the one you bought?” You nod, and she looks back at it with her mouth hung low. “I… was wondering where this went. I thought I lost it.”

“You didn’t send it? At all?” Minji shakes her head. Wow, this is so great. “Why didn’t you?”

“I was supposed to give it to you before you left. I was hoping it would make you stay, but then I thought I was being too selfish and… just didn’t.” There’s clearly some regret still left in her face and the wind starts to blow. You hand her the jacket you put down next to your friends’ bags. “Thanks.” She says as she puts it on. You turn away to look at the sunset and gather your thoughts.

There’s no expression on your face for Minji to read, and for some reason she starts getting worried. “Y/N… I- It’s been three years, you don’t have to worry about-”

“Do you still?” You ask while looking away at the sea.

Minji stays quiet.

“Do you?”

She still keeps quiet. You turn to face her.

“Please tell me the truth, Minji.”

There’s something about how the sun makes your eyes glow and how you say her name that sabotages Minji at not giving in.

“Yes.” She speaks out with a sigh, “I do. I still do.”

You don’t know if your heart is beating faster or slower, but you feel it beat stronger. You turn away to get your bag, Minji just watches, her eyebrows slightly furrowed in distress and curiosity. The only thing she wants right now is to know how you feel.

You reach inside your bag for something, and Minji can’t really tell what it is when you take it out.

Finally, you extend the pale blue hair clip in your hand, “I have liked you since we were seven, Minji.” The girl looks at the clip then at you, her round eyes widened in disbelief.

“Are you serious?”

You hold your hand closer to her, urging her to take the gift before you sniff once again, “I saw this and thought of you. It looks like the one you had when we first met, that’s the day I started liking you. I haven’t stopped since.”

Minji takes the clip from your hands and feels herself tear up, says nothing, stares at it, then stares at you.

“We’ve known each other for thirteen years and I’ve loved you for thirteen of them.”

“I had no idea.”

“We had no idea.”

“We knew nothing about everything.” It’s now Minji’s turn to sniffle but still smiles as she wipes away the tears that threaten to fall from her eyes.

“How could you never say anything? Thirteen years, Y/N.” Minji complains while caressing the blue clip in her hands like it’s a precious stone. “Thirteen.”

“I got distracted with soccer.” Minji laughs with you and pushes you away by the shoulder. “Every goal I’ve ever made has been for you, though,”

“That’s so cheesy.” Minji giggles to herself as she pops the clip open and places it on her hair, it snaps shut with a ‘click’. “What do you think?” She says, turning to you. She tries to ignore your eyes and how sweetly they look at her.

“I think I love you more than I love apple juice.”

That’s the last thing you say before Minji smiles and gets shy, she looks away but her hand searches for yours and you help her by placing yours over hers. She fights back by taking it back and placing hers on top of yours. It makes you laugh.

The sound of your laugh takes her attention and now she stares directly at you, a smile on her own face. Her cheeks now take a reddish color, and her eyes shine like the reflection of the sunlight on the water. It feels like a deja vu.

You think you could stare at Minji’s face all day and not complain. You think maybe she thinks so too with how intensely she’s looking at you.

You raise your eyebrow when her eyes trail down from your eyes to your lips, and she seems to notice when your lips form a smirk. “What?” She giggles at herself, her already red cheeks turn an even darker shade.

“I saw that.”

“Weren’t we about to?”

“So straightforward, You should’ve been like that when sending that letter.”

“Oh my god, shut up.”

Is the last thing she says before she leans forward, she hesitates a little bit and her eyes go from your lips to your eyes, a shine of expectancy as if asking for permission, even when she already has it.

She’s about to close the gap when the both of you hear a chorus of gasps from the sea. It takes your attention. Hanni, Gyuvin and Yoona are all pushing each other giggling and gasping, hands on their mouths. You hear a faint “It’s finally happening.”, You can’t tell who it’s from though.

Minji is visibly annoyed, yells “Look away!” and it bounces in the waves. It’s actually insane how dumb she looks, red cheeks, furrowed eyebrows, pouty, perfect lips. It takes you everything to control yourself and even then you still can’t help grabbing her face gently and turning it towards you to finally, once and for all, kiss her.

You don’t really care if your friends actually turned away or not, because you can’t really tell with how glorious it feels to kiss Minji. It almost feels holy. You feel like you died and went to heaven in five minutes.

It’s a new feeling, a new experience, and it feels so familiar at the same time. Like flowing with the waves, like dancing with the wind, like drowning in apple juice, drowning in love.

Your lips dance like that for a while. At one point Minji’s hand goes up to your face and it’s such a warm feeling it makes you smile into the kiss. You start running out of breath and you don’t even notice. You could die happily if it meant dying with Minji’s lips on yours.

But then your stupid survival instincts kick in and it’s such a shame you have to pull away.

Both of your breaths are heavy and you burst out in laughter at the same time when your eyes meet. When your laughs die down your eyes fall on the pale blue clip that adorned Minji’s head. “You look so cute.”

“Says you.”

And then you hear cheering from the beach again. “Finally!” Hanni yells. You watch in astonishment, “Did she know?” You ask Minji while the both of you watch the three of your friends jump up and down in the water.

“I have no idea. I didn’t tell her. She might’ve noticed.” The cogs start to turn in your brains.

“They all did.” You and Minji say at the same time, then laugh at the same time. What a friendship of thirteen years does to you. And when you see Gyuvin and Hanni get up from the water and get closer to you, you realize you’re about to be ambushed.

“Oh, hell no.” You mumble right before you stand up and grab your bag. Minji just looks at you confused, “Come on, get up. They’re wet.” But Minji doesn’t seem to cooperate.

“Dude!” You grab her hand and pull her up as you run away as far as possible from your friends. You don’t even realize where you’re going, but laughing with Minji while running on the sand at sunset feels heavenly.

You look back and Minji struggles to keep up. Gyuvin and Hanni don’t look anywhere close and they probably decided to just let the both of you go, so you stop running.”

“We…” Minji rests her hands on her knees as she catches her breath, “We didn’t have to run that much. I’m not the soccer player here.”

You send her an apologetic smile, “Sorry…” 

Minji now can stand up and breathe stably. She looks back and there’s no one behind. “So, where do we go now?”

“Home. You need to get changed or else you’re gonna get sick.” You walk towards her to touch her shirt, “It’s still damp.”

“Isn’t your house nearby?” She asks, “I live further away, and it’ll be night by the time we get to my house.”

You squint your eyes at her, “My clothes won’t fit on you, they barely fit on me.” You flex your bicep and the sleeve gets so tight it’s going to cut your blood flow if you keep it like that. “And I haven’t seen your mom yet.”

“And I want to have dinner with your parents.” She confesses. “My first official meeting with them as your girlfriend.” You never actually established that but it’s not like you’re going to refuse the offer.

“You’re actually so annoying, bro.”

“Says you, bro.”

“I’m your girlfriend, bro.”

“No shit, bro.” Minji holds her hand out for you to take it, and you gladly do. You start walking in silence for a little bit.

“Also, my mom won’t let us make out at my house.”

“Okay, that’s enough, bro.” You take your hand back and walk faster to get away from Minji. She immediately sprints to catch up and stick to you.

“I was kidding!” She tries to grab your hand but you refuse it and take it back. “Hey! Hold my hand!”

You look at her and wouldn’t you know, she’s making puppy eyes at you. It makes you give in, it never fails. “You’re so sticky.”

“You wanna know something?” She says as you start walking together again.

“What?”

“When you kissed me it tasted like apple juice.”

end.

🗒️ probably one of my favorite things i've written i giggled a lot and had fun writing this.. there's probably lots of mistakes here and there but i beg u pls ignore it bc im dizzy i can't look at words anymore. Minecraft coming soon! love u guys 🫂

[revelboo]

perhaps a strange question, but what do you think the humans in your fics think of each other? do they ever interact :0?

i mostly ask because the latest starscream installment made me go "OH THE THUNDERCRACKER FIC IS IN THE SAME UNIVERSE..." which was a fantastic thing to realise

anyway, keep up the good work!! 💛✨ (and take breaks and stay hydrated!)

I try to link the fics in the same universes together if I can. Star would probably be a bit reluctant to allow you around other humans as jealous as he is. You might prefer human company and he’s not risking it.

Better Open the Door Pt 7

IDW Thundercracker x Reader

• Servos flexing against your little frame, he steps into the wash racks and relaxes to find it empty. Finding a stall to the back where he’ll be partially obscured from view, he glances down at you questioningly. “Your coverings?” He asks as his wings flare out.

• Face pressed against his chassis as he cups you to him, you swallow a groan. Because when you’d asked if there was a way to shower, you hadn’t anticipated that Thundercracker would want to shower, too. And seeing the size of the wash racks, there’s no way to ask to shower alone. The big space is luckily empty of other mechs, so you just have to deal with one curiously gawking at you. As much as you don’t want to strip naked while he watches, you can’t exactly shower in your clothes with how cold he keeps it in his quarters. Not and avoid getting sick after.

• Face red, you start pulling off the layers of your coverings, turning sideways to hold them out so he can place them on a shelf to stay dry. Running a servo along your side and over the curve of your hip, feeling the startling softness of you. Your head snaps up to glare at him, pushing at his servo. “Cut it out,” you mutter as he switches on the water and steps forward.

• “What am I doing?” He asks, sounding innocent enough as he smoothes a servo over your wet hair, pushing it back over your shoulder. Exasperated, you do your best to ignore him, face tipping up into the warm spray. He’s still playing this game, playing at being in love as silly as it is and trying to romance you. Where does he think this is going to go between you two when he’s a giant alien and you’re human?

• “You’re going to get bored eventually,” you say, fingers combing through your wet hair, refusing to look at him. “Just promise to let me go when you’re done, okay?” Bored? Like you’re a toy to be discarded? Like it’s a forgone conclusion that you’re nothing to him but an amusement. You freeze as he curls his servos about you, one under your chin to tip your head up, the others against your front to feel the beat of your heart, at the apex of your thighs. Your hands land on him, but not pushing him away yet.

• “I’m never going to be done with you,” he growls, voice deepening as your fingers grip his servo. Knowing you need to push him away, but frozen by the intimacy of that touch, the possessiveness. “You don’t have to believe me, but you’re mine to protect.” Shivering, you feel him lean over you. Feeling his warm venting against you back before his lips brush your spine. Too much, too intimate to spread warm through you even as his words catch at you. Protect you from what?

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[sunny44]

Forget about us

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Ex!reader

Warnings: nothing I guess

Summary: Y/n writes a song about her ex and ends performing for him.

Note: heyy, this story was inspired by the song Forget about us from Perrie, im using her as face claim and her last name also.

Y/nedwards instagram post

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Y/nedwards Hey guys, I’m happy to tell you all that my new single “Forget About Us” is out now. This is a very personal song for me and I was really concerned to put it out but here we are.

Hope you guys like it

@f1fan this song is fantastic and I love it

@jnao22 I hope Carlos listens to it

@Imrebeccad In love with this song

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This was definitely the most personal song I had ever written. I had written songs about him and our relationship before, but nothing so deep and exposing my feelings so clearly. But after years, I finally felt ready to expose my feelings to the world, and here we are.

And it happened to be during the Monaco Grand Prix weekend, to which I was invited by Ferrari. Even though I knew he would be there, I couldn't refuse because, according to my agent, this was what I needed for my career, especially since I made a song about him, even though people didn’t know about it.

So here I was, entering the garage and being greeted by some familiar faces.

"Y/n." I turned around to see Charles, surprised to see me.

"Hi." I hugged him.

"How are you? It's been a while." He said, a bit awkwardly.

"I'm fine, and you?"

"Also fine. I heard your song, and it's amazing."

"Thanks, I listened to yours too, and I'll definitely ask you to do a piano solo for me."

"I'd love that."

"Y/n?" And the voice I least wanted to hear.

"Carlos." I said simply.

"I didn't know you were coming."

"Yeah, I was invited."

"Oh, that's great. How are you?" At this point, Charles had already found a way to slip away.

"Good, and you?"

"Good too." Thank God he didn't mention the song.

"You are..." he was interrupted by a woman with brown hair and beautiful blue eyes.

"Hi, love." She kissed him and looked at me. "Hi, you’re Y/n, right?"

"Yes."

"I'm Rebecca, Carlos's girlfriend." She said kindly and extended her hand to me.

"Yeah, of course." I shook her hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise, I loved your song. I haven't stopped listening to it for a minute."

"Song?" Carlos asked, confused.

"The one I showed you the other night, and you said it was very good."

"Thanks for that. Look, I need to go, but it was a pleasure meeting you."

"Sure, if you want to watch the race with me."

"Thanks for the invite." I said, walking away.

It was all too much. The encounters happened very quickly, just minutes after I arrived so I needed some time away. But on my way, I bumped into someone and would have fallen if the person hadn't caught me.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry." I said as soon as I regained my balance.

"No problem, I almost made you fall." I picked up my bag from the floor. "Y/n, right?"

"Yes, nice to meet you."

"Max." He said, and that's when I realized he was another driver.

"Of course, I know who you are." He smiled. "Sorry again, I wasn't paying attention, and it's very crowded here."

"Small place with lots of people, it's normal." He laughed. "Which garage are you in?”

"Ferrari."

"I knew I recognized you from somewhere."

"Please don't tell me it's because of Carlos."

"Actually, no, you released a song a few days ago, didn't you?"

"Yes I did."

"Daniel hasn't stopped listening to it, and he insisted I listen to it too. Really good, by the way." He said kindly.

"Thanks, that means a lot."

"Now I know who it's about." He joked, and for some reason, that made me laugh.

"Yeah."

"You're welcome in the Red Bull garage anytime."

"Thanks."

"Well, I have to go, but I'll see you around."

"Sure, definitely." He waved and started to leave. "Oh, there's an event tonight, and they're looking for someone to close the night. I'll mention you."

"Wow, thank you, that would be amazing."

"See you later then."

"Sure." And then he left.

...

A few hours later, I got a call from the event organizer at Tag Heuer, saying that if I was available to sing my song at the end of the night, she would send me the details. Since I couldn't refuse, I obviously accepted.

And now, I was here, nervous, trying to think of an outfit that would look good but not too simple since Monaco wasn't a place where people wore ordinary clothes.

"Oh my God, I have nothing to wear." I said, frustrated, to myself, and seconds later, there were knocks on my door. When I opened it, my manager walked in with a black garment bag, probably with an outfit inside, followed by two more women. "What's going on?"

"Did you really think I wouldn't find a way?" She shook the hanger in her hand, and I laughed. "Have you showered?"

"Yes."

"Then you can start on the makeup."

I think an hour later, I was ready. The outfit was perfect for a performance at an event in Monaco. I would say a bit over-the-top in my opinion, but according to my manager, it was a common outfit for the place we were in.

When I left the hotel and headed to the event, I was wearing a black dress for now since I would be participating in the party a bit before my performance, and she didn't want to spoil the outfit's surprise.

When I arrived, I obviously passed by several photographers before managing to get inside. Once I stepped inside, a few gazes turned directly to me, and I just smiled and tried to blend in.

"You look beautiful." I heard a voice behind me, and it was Carlos.

"Thanks, you don't look bad yourself."

"Thanks."

"Found you." Now it was Max. "So, are you nervous about later?"

"Later?" Carlos asked.

"Oh, I mentioned her to the Tag Heuer folks. They were looking for a final performance to close the event."

"You're going to sing?"

"Yes."

"Want something to drink?"

"Oh, I don't think it's a good idea. Better not to be tripping during the performance." Max laughed and agreed. "But I'll take a sparkling water if you have."

"Sure, be right back."

"About the song..."

"We don't need to talk about it. Actually, I don't want to talk about it."

"Why?"

"I don't want to talk about it with you."

"Because the song is about me?"

"Look, just forget it, okay? I wrote a song about something in my life, and there's nothing wrong with that."

"I didn't say there was."

"Just forget it, okay? Why don't you go be with your girlfriend?"

"So you can stay here alone with Max?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"It's obvious he's into you."

"And this concerns you because?" He didn't respond. "That's what I thought."

With that, I left and found Max halfway. We talked until it was time for me to go. I changed clothes and was backstage, waiting for them to announce me so I could go on stage.

"And now we have one last performance, singing her newest single. Y/n Edwards."

I went on stage, and the music started playing. I felt the gazes on me, but his gaze felt like it was burning my skin. I had to be careful not to stare at him the whole song, but a few times our gazes met, and when the song was ending, I looked at him, who was smiling at me and applauding along with everyone else.

After that, I returned to the party, which now had a DJ. I received several compliments and once again encountered Carlos, but this time with his girlfriend.

"You were amazing." She said excitedly and hugged me. "It was even better live, and I loved your outfit."

"Thank you."

"Y/n." Max came with a drink in hand. "Here, your manager said it's your favorite."

"Thanks."

"Come on, let's leave them alone." Rebecca said, and reluctantly, Carlos went with her.

"Come, let's go over there." He took my hand, and we went to the other side.

Most of that night is a blur. Max and I drank too much, and I only remember waking up naked next to him the next morning. I spent the day at his apartment with him until I caught a flight to England in the evening.

...

Already back in my routine, I woke up to the alarm, ready to get dressed for an interview. When I picked up my phone, I was hit by thousands of news stories with titles like "Carlos Sainz and Rebecca Donaldson Break Up," and there was also a message among the thousands of others that caught my attention.

Bonus scene!

Y/nedwards instagram stories

“So happy that I got to play my song here in Monaco, thank you @Taghauer”

[1moreff-creator]

What are some dynamics (in terms of like, foils/parallels) that you enjoy in DRDT?

you’re staring at a forest and asking me for every tree i like. do you want me to write another 28k word post /lh

I jest, of course, but not about the number of interesting foils in this series. It does a fantastic job tying everyone into several key themes in ways that make their dynamics endlessly enriching for my silly little character parallel-loving brain. So, uh, get ready for a long-ish post?

CW: One mention of self-harm, self-loathing

Teruko-David: I mean, you gotta start at the center, yeah? David’s the closest thing to a “main antag” we have, and it’s no wonder; the guy’s built like a standard DR protag, obviously he’s gonna have a cool dynamic with the actual protagonist. 

These two could breathe a bit weird and somehow parallel each other doing it, that’s how much this foil permeates both their characters. From their fatalistic outlooks on the world (“my luck will always be terrible, I’ll always be betrayed” vs “people can’t change, the world sucks”), the ways they hide their feelings (Teruko was more distrustful than she first presented herself as, but cares about people more than she shows during most of CH2; while David has an entire different persona up to 2-11 and then pretends to be worse than he actually is), the self-loathing (Teruko refuses to think she could be a good person, David has the whole “inhuman” thing going on), down to the oddball sibling figure (Terubro “I know nothing about you” Tawaki vs Diana “I’m not even sure you exist” Chiem).

There’s their feelings about Xander and Min, too, which are all over the place. Obviously we all saw in 2-12 how much the British twink fucked both of them up severely, with Teruko rejecting any positive or yearning feelings she may have had about Xander (you can’t hide the cactus scene from us girl) while David vehemently defended him from any criticism. On the other side, Min is less of a narrative poltergeist (for now; XF-Ture exists), but she still comes up with them, with David calling her pathetic eleven episodes after Min hugs Teruko and Teruko’s internal monologue gives away how much she cares about the Student. 

And these parallels play into their weird-ass dynamic very well, because their beefing is founded on their similarities and their differences, out of projecting their self-loathing to someone similar at the same time they hate each other because of their disagreements on things like Xander. Crazy stuff.

Xander-Min: Mentioning these two second because they’re also Eternal Parallels. There’s almost not a single thing about these two that isn’t somehow reflected on the other. If you projected them onto each other’s direction, you would get no perpendicular component. Get it, ‘cuz they’re completely parallel- That is, by far, the nerdiest joke I’ve ever made, I apologize.

But come on. Their attitudes towards fate (the Rebel fighting it and Min resigning herself to the XF-Ture thing), the whole “holding on to the past vs wanting to move on from the past” thing, the similarities between how they actually feel about the education system (they have issues with it) contrasted with the things they actually do in respects to that (Min is still the Ultimate Student, but Xander dislikes that), their already mentioned contrasting connections to Teruko and David… Just, absolutely everything about them is a meaningful contrast. And it comes into play a lot, with their eternal beef being born largely out of these parallels. They’re awesome.

Teruko-Ace: Pretty topical for post-CH2. Ace’s entire arc is sort of a reflection of Teruko’s, yet taken to the extreme because of one particular point of contrast; Ace feared death, Teruko doesn’t think she can die. But he still basically serves as a demonstration of all the flaws in Teruko’s all mindset; the feeling of unchangeable fate, the complete lack of trust, all the good stuff. It basically allows an exploration of Teruko’s mindset from an outside perspective, which makes it easier to see the flaws in it.

Ace-Nico: Also topical, these recap foils go kinda insane. Their motives for murder, their contrasting talents (love for animals on Nico's side and fear of horses on Ace's), the way they relate to the rest of the cast, Ace's persecution complex vs Nico actively disliking how much Hu defends them, etc., it’s all very fun to see play out. 

Ace-Levi: The one who doesn’t care but protects others and tries his best to be a good person so he can be accepted in society without having issues, vs the guy that acts like an asshole because he’s scared of caring too much and he thinks the only way he can get out alive is by being the only one to survive. This leads to a fundamental misunderstanding between them that causes some of the most doomed yaoi of all time, which is the whole “Levi getting frustrated at not understanding Ace.” 

Arei-David: You’ve presumably watched 2-13, so I don’t think I need to explain all the awesome stuff that’s come from their shared themes of “good people” and self-betterment and all that. Not to mention, David’s little breakdown over Arei trusting the letter of the only friend she had being presumably born from the way he saw Xander as the only friend he had. Shit goes crazy.

Arei-Eden: Recap foils… Good people… The choice to be kind… Etc… Woah :O

Teruko-Charles: Ah, Teru’s recap foil. This one’s basically opposite of Ace’s, where Charles used to be sort of like Teruko acted in CH2, but later became a bit friendlier, if still somewhat prickly. Basically, if Ace highlights Teruko’s character traits from CH2, Charles post CH1 serves as more or less the “end goal” in a way. It goes beyond that, too, with the whole memory issues (prosopagnosia vs childhood amnesia) and, again, mysterious siblings (Terubro and Elliot what are your deals), so it’s always neat to rotate these two in the brain.

Veronika-Levi: We really don’t know too much about Vero, which always makes it a bit harder when analyzing these dynamics, but they already got some interesting points of contrast. Neither of them are particularly concerned about the deaths of the others, at least post-CH2 (Levi doesn’t grieve and Vero actively laughs at Ace’s death), but it comes from almost opposite ends of perspective. Levi doesn’t understand others because he doesn’t feel much empathy (if any at all), while Vero seems to treat the others not as people, but almost as characters to be analyzed (that’s the impression I get, at least), which makes her come off as very good at reading people but also occasionally causes her to see them as sources of entertainment first and foremost. Not to mention there’s also the fact they’re both very different people than they were in the past (Levi was some form of delinquent and now is a good person, Vero used to be outdoorsy and then no longer was). Wow that’s… more than I thought there was- How am I finding more interesting foils just by writing more???

Hu-Levi: I kinda talked about this in my CH2 PT2 analysis so read that ig.

J-Rose: A pair of recap foils who haven’t had too much yet, but a lot of their themes, in particular about fate and privilege and stuff, are pretty noticeable with them, so this is always a fun dynamic to consider.

Levi-Arturo: More recap foils, this one’s fun because of the dead family member :) Also things like their talents being related to aesthetics and both doing the things they do for a better life.

Veronika-Hu: This one’s kinda more hypothetical, since Vero in particular hasn’t had as much direct focus as other characters yet, but that’s part of what makes them fun. Past history of self-harm (even if brought on by very different feelings) is just the first of many parallels they could have, and it’s fun to see the contrast between Hu defending Nico to the ends of the Earth and Vero talking about how much she likes Arturo because of how awful he is. They’re really silly.

David-Whit: All the recap foils are fun, but I've always struggled to see this one in particular. Partly because I feel like I know less about Whit than I know about Mai :v Still, certain things like Whit ignoring anything that upsets him which connects to David constantly lying about his real feelings for his fans, which is probably what leads to David's outburst at Whit in the second trial.

Teruko-MonoTV: Because fate. Really this is here plainly because it’s just a funny as hell dynamic to even consider lol.

Teruko-Mai: Have they interacted? Has Mai had enough screen time to truly determine that this parallel truly exists? Do we even know a single theme that Mai’s character touches on for certain? No and it doesn’t matter! Because these two are clearly connected somehow and the whole “someone dearly loved - someone dearly unloved” thing makes me ill. Mai is getting mentioned in this post and you're not stopping it.

Mai-Whit: Fuck it! “We tend to idolize the dead” dynamic!!! It's very speculative, but this one’s just fun to ponder even if we have even less idea of what could be going on between the two than with Mai-Teruko.

Anyways ready for a few themes that run through a lot of characters?

David-Levi-Nico-Rose: The “feeling disconnected from the rest of humanity’s experiences” gang!!!

Min-Rose-Hu-Veronika-Arturo: The “wants to move on from the past” gang!!!

Min-Arei-Teruko-Ace: The “trying to fix mistakes” gang!!!

Teruko-David-Eden-Arei-Levi-Xander: The “what makes a good person?” gang!!!

Teruko-David-Xander-Min-J-Whit-Ace-Rose-MonoTV-Probably everyone else: Fate!!!!

And there’s more than I’m probably forgetting because I can’t possibly check every conceivable connection between these guys. At least I hope I covered most of the major ones. Thanks for the ask, these dynamics are always fun to think about!

[twoa-plus]

it’s 2:00am and this is more of a character thing than a genuine theory but *claps hands for the drama* same coin theory. what if both of the stans are bill

or like. a parallel to him. like i said this isn’t a super serious theory i’m mostly just back on my character analysis bs lol

so i haven’t gotten to talk abt this much but i am a firm believer in that there is not a superior stan. from a personality perspective this is obviously entirely subjective, but i mean that there isn’t a superior one when it comes to their objective traits and how useful they are

ford is. ford. i don’t really have to say anything here he’s super smart can play the piano or whatever etc etc. however one thing that i will say that i think is important here is that i am like. 99% sure this man has a higher tolerance to The Horrors than other humans do. dude spent 30 years in that portal and came out pretty much the same level of crazy, and we all saw what happened to fiddleford. i know fidds saw bill take off his exoskeleton or whatever but u can’t convince me that ford traveled the multiverse - with all sorts of monsters and non-3d dimensions and god knows what else - for 3 decades and didn’t see some shit that would make anybody else lose it. like at this point u could tell me this guy could have a casual conversation over tea with cthulu and be fine and i’d believe u

as for stan - and i mean this in the absolute best way possible i love this guy - he’s like the world’s most charismatic cockroach. he’s fantastic with people and just straight up refuses to die. for the first point i don’t just mean this in the conman way, when it comes to the people that actually matter stan always manages to win them over in some way or another (soos, wendy, the kids, ford, etc) and one does not simply survive for a decade on the street without needing the occasional favor from someone who actually likes you. “oh but rico-“ man when u’ve been living as a homeless criminal for a decade and the list of people that want to kill u consists of 1 person and the government u’ve done pretty damn well. anyways as for the cockroach point, he’s alive and has his memories. i don’t even have to say much here stan went through all of That, lived through the series itself including The Literal Apocalypse, metaphorically (something something people are just a collage of their life experiences) died at the end of it all and then came back to life. that’s hardcore as hell man. in a less literal interpretation of the “refusing to die” bit, he’s also just. insanely determined. the biggest example is ofc him never graduating highschool and yet teaching himself god knows how much math and science and whatnot over the course of 30 damn years because he just refuses to believe that he can’t save his brother. stan pines is a force of nature i swear

[additional note while im already ranting about this guy, im not a personal believer in the “stan is just as (academically) smart as ford” theory. first of all i feel like this entire theory is kind of rooted in the idea that he has to be/be on the same level as “the smart one” to have value, which is an idea that the stans’ entire backstory is based around criticizing, and i think stan has something just as if not more valuable than freakish intelligence - raw fucking grit. he wasn’t the one to open the portal back up because of some intellectual advantage, he was the one to open the portal back up because he wanted to, god damn it, and best of luck to you if you’re gonna try and stop him.]

anyways as for the same coin thing, everybody knows the stan part. his casual references to the impending apocalypse, “you’ve been buying gold, right?”, him being such a good conman, etc etc. while i’m already ranting about stan’s determination, bill’s got that too - he’s been trying for like thousands of years to take over the world and he just Won’t Stop. point is there’s a lot of character traits they share

(i know in the original same coin post a pretty major point is stan not making a deal with bill, but i think that could probably be pretty easily explained without the need for divine intervention. the only times bill makes a deal with someone without them summoning him first is after he’s kind of left on a loose end with gideon, and everyone knows stan wouldn’t fall for his lies in the first place)

bill also shares a lot of traits with ford, though. both have some kind of physical anomaly (bill’s eye & ford’s hands), both can see/understand things others of their species can’t, they’re both egomaniacs (listen i love ford but the guy has issues), etc. u could even argue that, at least at the time they meet, they have some kind of connection through their loneliness

so. with the theory of “bill was reincarnated to make up for what he did,” what if it wasn’t just stan? what if he was split in two, and his “reincarnation” is both of them? they’re flawed enough to make it a lot harder for either of them to take over the world (ford’s lack of social skills & stan’s lack of freakish academic knowledge), and they have something bill doesn’t - each other.

bill is alone. that’s his whole problem. he killed everyone he loved, treats everyone new he meets like shit, and now he’s Like That. throughout it all, the one thing the stans have always had - even if it was just in their memory - is each other. “oh but ford-“ shhhh. shhshhshshshhsh. shut up. ford has Problems but i genuinely don’t think he ever stopped loving stan. love is weird, first of all, and secondly he clearly never stopped trusting him. no matter what he might say about stan being a liar or a conman or whatever, who’s the one person he goes to when he’s forced to admit he needs help? ford is a weird guy and has an… odd way of showing it but he loves his family just like the rest of the pines and i will die on this hill

i’ve been writing this for over an hour straight and i think my brain is melting but i’m sure at this point u get the idea. both of the stans, together, serve as a parallel to bill, and the one thing they have that he doesn’t is love. that’s what killed him.

something something killing an interdimensional dream demon with the power of friendship and this gun i found

[safficranger]

Fake Scenarios In My Head #36

Alex closed the door to their apartment with a bit more force than usual, the keys clattering loudly as she tossed them on the counter.

"Hey," Casey called from the couch, where she was curled up in sweatpants, a blanket over her lap, the TV softly playing in the background.

She glanced up at Alex, frowning at her grumpy expression "What’s up?"

Alex marched into the living room, clutching a sheet of paper in her hand. "You know exactly what’s up."

Casey blinked, sitting up straighter. "Uh, no, I don’t."

Without a word Alex held out the paper, her lips pressed in a thin line. Casey took it, her eyes flicking down to the columns of text and numbers. It was a breakdown of conviction rates for ADAs across New York. The figures blurred for a moment until her gaze zeroed in on the part that mattered:

Casey Novak – 71%

Alexandra Cabot – 70%

It took a second to sink in. First, a rush of pride warmed her chest. A 71% conviction rate was fantastic—one of the highest in the city. But then the realization hit and her lips twitched into a grin. No wonder Alex was grumpy.

"You’re mad because I beat you aren’t you?" She teased, looking up at Alex, her eyes sparkeling with amusement.

Alex crossed her arms. "I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself."

"Oh, come on. It’s one point!" She waved the paper like it was a trophy. "But... still enough so I win! Scoreboard doesn’t lie babe."

"I hate you." Alex said flatly, glaring at her girlfriend.

"No, you don’t," Casey said smugly, leaning back into the couch.

"You're impossible," Alex huffed, refusing to sit next to her as she normally would.

Casey tilted her head, still grinning as she held out the paper. "Okay but seriously—this is good for both of us. We’re killing it out there. Top of the game."

Alex just scowled, though her eyes softened just a fraction.

Casey sighed, her grin turning gentle as she patted her lap "Come here grumpy."

Alex hesitated, clearly wrestling with her pride, but eventually let herself be pulled down onto Casey's lap. Casey immediately wrapped her arms around her, pressing a kiss to her temple. "I’m proud of you," she said softly, brushing a strand of hair out of Alex’s face. "Even if you’re only at 70%."

"Don’t push it," Alex muttered, though the bite in her voice was completely gone.

"Want me to show you some tricks? Maybe next year, you’ll catch up."

Alex gave her a half hearted shove. "You’re unbearable. I’m this close to throwing you off the couch."

"Sure you are," Casey laughed, holding her tighter. She placed another kiss on Alex’s temple.

Her frown softened a little, though she still muttered, "I hate you."

Casey smiled, leaning closer. "I love you too." She kissed her again, softer this time, her hand running through her hair.

Alex sighed, finally letting her weight rest against her girlfriend. "I love you," she admitted, her voice muffled as she nuzzled Casey's shoulder. "But... I still hate you."

Casey grinned, pressing one more kiss to Alex’s forehead. "Fair enough."

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*affectionate* this is entirely your fault @commandermonalisa

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i looked up Caseys conviction rate in the wiki and Alex`s rate is pure imagination for the fun of it

[afinestoutlove]

things i love about heartstopper 16/?

The fucking music you guys. It is so perfectly designed to evoke whatever emotion you’re supposed to be feeling.

The original score by Adiescar Chase is something I wouldn’t normally like so much, because I prefer more traditional instruments, but the electronic score is fantastic. It fits with the vibe of the show, the age of the characters, and with the rest of the music. It’s consistent in just the right way. There are mini themes for couples or characters or moods - the rugby music, Tara and Darcy’s little vocal melody in S2 (ugh love that one), the “oh no Ben’s about to show up and be an arsehole again” theme, similar to the "goddammit David" theme, all great.

And the rest of the soundtrack is also perfect. In some shows/movies that lean into lyric-heavy/indie/pop music, you get taken right out of the scene, or it basically becomes a music video cos the song takes over. A lot of the time you get the feeling the filmmakers were trying to Be CoolTM (but also trying to deny that’s what they’re doing) and it feels disingenuous. But it fits so well every time in Heartstopper, to the point where just listening to some of the songs will immediately evoke the mood of the scene, even if you weren't thinking about the show. (Also the music is just so fun and good on its own?!)

'Clearest Blue'? Bi awakening, hopeful, joyful, a little scared, perfect.

'Obsessed'? Summer, travelling, excited but it has that little jagged edge to it. Yes.

'Dover Beach'? On repeat so often.

'Best Day Of My Life'. Ooooof it's so lovely and it hurts a little bit too.

'Bruises Off The Peach'. Gentle, sad, loving.

'Lovesong'. Living rent free in my head tbh.

Maybe I’m too old to notice any attempts to look cool (I wouldn’t know cool if I tripped over it), but it feels so much more genuine than so many others (esp shows/movies aimed at young adults), possibly because @aliceoseman has such a major role in it. It feels like they were just trying to have fun and be earnest.

The show in general refuses cringe culture (ironically, given how many times the guys call each other cringe). It doesn’t apologise for being kind of corny. Corny is the whole point. (At risk of really dating myself, “I like corny. I’m looking for corny in my life.”*) And it shows up in the music as a score/soundtrack that's both fun and heartfelt and perfectly suited to the show. It isn’t embarrassed to lean into the emotion. And that’s what makes it so good. It isn’t trying to apologise for itself, it isn’t trying to be anything other than what it is.

*If you recognise this quote without googling, you’re also old and probably a massive nerd, sorry, I don’t make the rules.

[tokiwarcube]

Since it's getting hot out, I'd love to see how different members treat their s/o who's prone to (or just experienced) heat exhaustion after a long date at the beach or something! Nothing is more brutal than the sun!

Fun fact! When I first started this request, it was hitting beyond belief. 14 hours outside in the hot sun? Perfect fit. And then the day after I put pen to paper (or I suppose, fingertips to keyboard), the area I was working in experienced a freak storm. Anon what did you do to the SUN... Either way, rq below the cut! <3

Nathan Explosion

Liquid Death? Infinite darkness umbrella? Burning Hatred Gatorade? Sunscreen? Did you put on sunscreen? Nathan makes checklists habitually, and if nothing else, he is fantastic about reminding you to stay hydrated. He himself isn’t too good at drinking water, but when you’re at stake, suddenly he’s the number one advocate for hydration. Although in the event that you do get struck down by the overwhelming power of the Sun, he’s at a bit of a loss for what to do. He hates doctors, but it’s really the only thing he can think of to do beyond what he was already doing. He also hates taking orders, but as with most things in life, you are the exception to his rule — just let him know what to do, and you’ll have royalty treatment for as long as it takes.

Pickles the Drummer

His ass refuses to get in the sun as is (he burns far too easily, and let’s be real, most of the drugs he abuses makes him even less tolerant of the sun than most.) And he’s not great about drinking water either. (Vodka’s basically the same thing, right?) So chances are if you’re getting heat exhaustion, so is he. Which is a horrific situation to be in! So the two of you definitely have to look out for each other, making sure to take shade and water breaks often. Although in the event that you’ve both come down with it… well, the Klokateers take pretty damn good care of you.

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

Skwisgaar is another one who, frankly, hates the sunshine. He sees so reason to chase after sunbeams. He thinks beaches are fun, but honestly, he’s usually only there to get wasted on the sand, and maybe watch a sunset or two. He’s just as prone to heat exhaustion too, as he’s just not used to the heat. He burns like nobody’s business, and if he had it his way, he’d be living at a perpetual 60F, if not lower. But unlike Pickles, he actually knows how to manage it — neither of you will be falling victim to the Sun today! And it turns out that when he’s not complaining, he actually likes the beach after all! His long limbs and perfect golden hair make for quite a bit of fun in the open ocean… just make sure to wash the salt water out of his hair at the end of the day.

Toki Wartooth

Toki could live in the sunshine for the rest of his life and be as happy as a clam! Or I guess in this situation I think he’s a bit more akin to a cat, with how readily he’ll post up in the sunshine. For him, Summer is all about the rays, the long days running on sandy beaches, and plenty of colorful drinks and treats. Although quite frankly, he sucks at remembering everyone else’s heat tolerance. But he does, however, notice when you start slowing down, and takes action pretty fast so long as he knows what to do ahead of time. Water, gatorade, and cool wash-clothes are his go-to. Heat exhaustion is never fun, but at least you have a nice view when you rest your head in his lap at the end of the day. The cool washcloth pressed against your forehead brings a much-needed chill after a long, fun adventure on the beach, and while you can't say you're all too excited to have faced the wrath of the sun... you still had a fun time.

William Murderface

A southern boy himself, William is no stranger to the brutality of the Sun. He’s spent quite a few Summers under the sweltering heat, and while he won’t say he loves it, he certainly respects it. (He won’t say that, of course. He’s tried to take a handgun to the Sun a few times, which surprisingly, have yielded no results yet.) It’s basically second-nature to him to manage the effects of the heat before they ever even come on — good clothes, frequent water-breaks, etc. (He never orders water, nor does he carry it with him, and yet he always manages to end up with a bottle. He says water is for pussies, just before taking a sip.) And when he finds out that the Sun affects you a bit more than most? He’s very good at nonchalantly encouraging you to take care of yourself a bit. Nudging a bottle your way, looking for more shaded resting areas to set your stuff up in, etc.

[mulloey]

Imagine poly minsung with children. Like, you get pregnant by them both (is possible, I searched it up) and you just raise them together. It'll be so fucking cute🥺🤧 Imagine how their dynamics would be

Wow this is really cute but unfortunately I’m a massive pervert so we’re gonna have to talk about that too

I will put a warning before the nsfw stuff because this is pregnancy related and I know some people are uncomfortable with sexual things related to that. I have been pregnant before so I have some experience but it didn’t end as happily as it does here, so I’m not sure about some parts of this so this is my best guess. Love 🖤🖤

At first you’d be terrified, staring down at the positive pregnancy test in disbelief because how the fuck did this happen? You were on the pill and you were definitely not ready to have a child of all things. Not to mention what this would do to you physically — you liked your body, and you especially liked what could be done with it by your two boyfriends, but as soon as they found out you were carrying a child — their child — they’d freak out and treat you like glass. Minho already had a tendency to do this, always worrying that he’d gone too far or hurt you too much after an intense session, and when he found out about this he might refuse to fuck you altogether. And to be honest that was the scariest part

When you tell Jisung he’d be silent for a moment, then the first thing he’d do is go get Minho because the older man will definitely know what to do. Minho of course, however he may feel inside, calms you both down, assuring you that it’ll all be fine, they’ll take care of you and the baby, if you want to keep it.

A few hours later once all of your heads are clearer you finally pose the “are you still gonna fuck me” question to Minho and he laughs, assuring you that yes, of course he’s still going to fuck you and so will Jisung. Jisung of course would get that grin on his face that tells you he’s about to say something disgusting as he tells you that he’s gonna be fucking you non stop until you give birth. Minho jokingly tells him to go to the corner but it does make him think a bit more.

⚠️ nsfw - breeding, minor free use etc

At first he was just planning on fucking you even though you’re pregnant, but now that Jisung’s put the image in his head he cant stop thinking about what he could do with you *consensually* during this time. The thought of you so swollen from your masters’ cum that you can barely move, leaving you totally at their mercy for nine months does something for him and he can’t stop thinking about how helpless you’ll be pretty soon. They could keep you all comfy in your bed, ready to be used whenever they want to. Keeping you filled with cum to ensure you’re always this pretty and helpless. You’d look so sweet with your swollen belly and glassy eyes, so weak and full that all you can do is whine and beg him to help you too…

And as soon as he reveals these thoughts Jisung would go fucking feral, almost fucking you right there. The little perv would go wide eyed too picturing being able to fuck you whenever he wants. He’d come inside every time to make sure you’re always full of him. He’d be gentle, of course, not wanting to hurt the baby he’s put in you but you go dumb so easily he doesn’t even have to do anything

⚠️ nsfw over !

Aside from the sex they’d take fantastic care of you during your pregnancy, waiting on you hand and foot and always praising you for how perfect you look carrying their child. When your hormones are affecting you they’d do everything they can do make you feel better even if that means leaving you alone for a while. The amount of new clothes you receive from them for you and the baby would be ridiculous. Minho would decorate the nursery, asking for your input but you trust him to make it beautiful and he does. He’d enlist Hyunjin to help him paint it, not letting you see until it’s done and when you finally walk in for the first time you’re overcome by how beautiful it is, how loved this child is going to be and already is

But Jisung especially would worship you during this time, in disbelief that you’re actually having his baby. He’d touch your stomach whenever he can, eyes wide and when he hears the baby’s heartbeat and feels it kick for the first time he’d get so emotional, staring up at you in wonder, never more in love than this moment. He’d constantly be bickering with Minho over who gets to take care of you, help you around and hold you and rub your belly. Sweet boy just wants to do everything he can for you because he’s so in love and so grateful that you’re having his child. It might get a little overbearing at times because he’s just so determined to take away every bit of discomfort but Minho would be there to make sure it’s alright for you, and he’d tell Jisung to relax a bit if he feels he’s doing too much

And once the baby’s born it would just be so beautiful. I always picture Minho with a daughter, so from the moment she’s born she’s always in his arms, dressed in some tiny outfit Jisung chose for her. Neither of them would ever want to leave her side, happy just to stare at her in silence for hours. None of you can believe how tiny and pretty she is or that she’s yours, your baby that you made together. Staring at her tiny little nose, her tufts of hair and little hands and feet as she sleeps so peacefully, you just can’t believe that you made this little person solely out of love. She’s a representation of the most beautiful parts of your relationship and you can’t believe how much you love her. Minho would cry sometimes for the first few months of her life, just overcome by her while Jisung would be a lot more playful. He’d definitely be the first to make her smile and laugh, the most beautiful noise any of them have ever heard

If you’re picturing them still being idols in this, they’d probably want to keep her out of the public eye so they’d work extremely hard to protect her privacy and yours, so I doubt they’d post any pictures of her, but they’d definitely talk about her whenever they can. Minho would send bbl updates about her progress, what he did with her that day etc while Jisung would post pictures of the little outfits he makes for her. He’d take her to the studio occasionally and she’d always be the first to hear the new music he’s working on, even before you, so occasionally he’d send bbl updates telling stay about however she’s reacted to what he played for her. If she ever cried during a song he’d grumble about it on live and joke about how much it hurt his feelings and how mean she is to him. I doubt they’d reveal her name because again privacy, but maybe they’d have a nickname they use to be able to talk about her with fans. In any case she’s the most loved little girl by the whole group but of course especially by her dads. They wouldn’t want her to be an idol because they know how hard it is but they’d definitely want her to be interested in music and dance. I’m sure she’d love it as much as they do and as she grows up they’d be at every showcase she does with her music or dance class, so proud of the little person she’s become. And of endlessly in love with their mother. Whether or not you have more children they leave entirely up to you because you’re the one that did all the work of course, but whatever your choice you’ve already made them the happiest men in the world by giving them their daughter and of course, being their girl. At the end of the day you’re always gonna be their baby, even if you have your own.

I just think they’ll be the best dads and most caring partners to you on this journey together. Hope you enjoyed reading this and if you do have kids in the future do not settle for ANY LESS than Minsung to do it with‼️‼️bc everyone deserves someone like them

[ornii]

I got a Wednesday ask for you, for Valentines Day.

May I ask for Enid and Wednesday both having a crush on their friend who's oblivious as all hell to any romantic intentions anyone may have. A girl could say "You're cute in that shirt. I bet you'd look better out of it." and he'd beam a smile and say "Thanks! My mom picked it out for me!"

Well, Wednesday and Enid are rivals who are competing against each other. Their competition is so fierce that they often refuse to be near each other.

Unfortunately, they neglect their friend, who thinks he's done something wrong to push both of them away from him, so he's sulking. Less positive, less sunshine, no smiles.

How do these to reconcile and come together to make an agreement to share him? That, dear author, I leave to you.

That’s actually a great Idea since I already had a Valentines Story Here

Anyway that is a great idea.

May The Best Woman, Win.

Wenclair X Male Reader, Nothing Like a Little, friendly competition, right?

Valentines Day, the day of love and adoration for your significant other. Being a “Magician”, Mage would be the more appropriate term but the school doesn’t allow you to cast dangerous spells or incantations that could melt someone’s face off so you’re stuck with party tricks. Every day you were practicing a new form of levitation, invisibility, and summoning of spectral beings. And the week before valentines you put on a show for Nevermore and it has a fantastic end.

Standing before everyone, you had your magicians top had ready. As you Show It’s emptiness, you placed it upon the table.

“Now, you all should be prepared, this could be a. Fire hazard.” You say, your eyes quickly look to the further core of the crowd, seeing Enid so giddy for your performance as usual, but Wednesday was there, she despises child games but, she also supported your love for the magical arts. A ferocious smile was upon your face and you put everything into this one. Tapping on your had you slowly reached inside to pull out a butterfly. There were a few oos, but we’re not Ready for what came next, you placed it back inside and grabbed a lighter. Igniting the inside of your hat, you reached into with both hands and quickly pulled something out. It was a Mystery, until you opened your hands and hundreds of red, flaming butterflies flew out so calmly, they weren’t on fire, they were made of it. It dances along the night sky to the absolute beauty of the crowd.

The applause felt like a roaring wave to (Y/n), who watched as students cheer him on, and they only thing he could do was bow his head and thank everyone for their love and adoration. Unfortunately the teachers had to cut it short and make sure everyone got to their dorms safely. Thornhill obviously took hers back to their dorms, Enid was lying on her bed, absolutely giddy and chattering about it all, Wednesdays was typing upon her typewriter, trying to ignore it.

“And then the butterflies came out and it was just so, beautiful!” Enid squeals, Wednesday halts her typing for a moment.

“I know Enid, I was literally right next to you, an interesting parlor trick.” Wednesday goes back to it and Enid sits up and pouts.

“You really can’t just admit it was super cool? And it doesn’t help (Y/n)‘s the sweetest guy like ever.” Enid hugs one of her plushies.

“I suppose his overwhelming kindness is something to leave a woman.. wanting.” Wednesday says, “Which is why I suppose I’ll ask—“

“So that’s why I’m asking—“

“For him to be my valentine.” They say in Unison and both look at each other. The two stand up and sort of stand there awkwardly.

“So… you want him to be your valentine too.” Enid said, pouting a bit.

“Yes, i thought that was clear. While I despise the day of love, I can respect that he’s weaseled his way into my mind.” Wednesday admits.

“Well he’s been a cute ball of sunshine since I first met him, so…” Enid begins and offers a handshake.

“May the best woman win.” She says with a Cherry sweet smile. Wednesday takes it, coldly.

“I will win.” She responds, Enid frowns a bit. “I guess there’s nothing like a little friendly competition.

“I don’t do friendly.”

And The Rivalry began, while (Y/n) was a fantastic magician, he was a bit of a dunce when it came to hints of one’s romantic intentions. The first few hints were thrown at (Y/n), without much hinting. (Y/n) sat at the quad the next morning. He was quickly interrupted by Enid sitting next to him, immediately getting a bit close. He didn’t really see much wrong and just talked, he noticed Enid was staring really hard at him.

“And then I tells him I… Enid, are you okay? You haven’t blinked for like, two minutes.” He said, and she attempts to act oblivious.

“Oh Im staring too hard? Sorry, I was just so lost in your eyes~” She says, and (Y/n) nods.

“Ooooh. Well I have a spell to fix that, you’d be surprised how common eye injuries are in the magic business, did you know they based Dr Strange off of a famous magician? It’s—“

Enid can only sheepishly nod at his cute idiotic ramblings, as much as she wanted to interrupt him. He seemed so genuinely happy to talk about it with her. So instead she just listened to his ramblings on, just nodding away. Little did Enid know Wednesday was watching a ways away, staring a hole into her annoying dumb blonde blockhead. All she has to do was wait for her opportunity, which came knocking as (Y/n) was leaving his class. Walking down the hall he quickly stopped to not crash into Wednesday.

“(Y/n).” She says, he halts and awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

“Hey Wednesday, what’s up?” He asks.

“There is Something i must ask you, will you—“

“Wait.” He says. “there’s something I have to say first.” (Y/n) said, and Wednesday slowly began to scowl a bit. He takes a deep breath.

“I want to thank you for coming to the show, I know you hate childish things and I know you probably had literally a hundred Better things to do but.. you came and I cannot thank you enough so.. so..” (Y/n) awkwardly reaches out and hugs her tightly for a few seconds and Wednesday was stunned by the platonic assault, the scent of his cologne. The warmth of his body, the alluring strength in his arms. All of it left her literally speechless. He lets go quickly, as if he’s ready for her to stab him, but she just stares at him.

“W-Wednesday?” He asks, “Are you okay?” He said, she simply turned around and walked away, literally too embarrassed to speak. (Y/n) shrugs and heads back to his dorm. Down the hall, Enids eyes focused on the scene as she saw Wednesday leave, staring At her antisocial, emo smarty pants dumb face. The friendly competition wasn’t so friendly anymore; even the tension in the dorm room was, suffocating.

The next few days, (Y/n) attempts to hang out with both of them, but you could feel that. Something was wrong. They absolutely refused to do so, even to go so far as to not even be in each others presence. While you were off shopping with Enid, Wednesday was inside her dorm as far from Enid as possible to avoid shaving the dog bald, and when you were With Wednesday in the dorm talking, Enid was with Yoko trying not to picture clawing Wednesdays eyes out. As all the negativity they had slowly began to spree into vitriol it, took a toll on you as well. You five star smile slowly faded and the beautiful light in your eyes was dull and unrealistic. It was getting to you, the jealously, anger, for what? Why we’re they at each others necks, everything was fine a week ago, the only thing that changed was the show, the magic, it was.. you.

It was a rainy night in Nevermore and, you’ve had enough, sneaking out of your dorm and crawling the gothic architecture, you eventually and soaked in rain, got to the multi colored window, and softly knocked on it. Wednesday was inside as she turns her head to see you standing there, she opened the window and let you inside. It was an awkward silence before you just blurted it out.

“I’m sorry, okay?” You say, and Wednesday squints a bit.

“Sorry about what?”

“Everything! I don’t Know, whatever I did to make you and Enid hate each other.” You admit, Wednesdays jaw tightens and she couldn’t look you in the eyes anymore.

“You two used to be friends, you could coexist and now I can’t see one without the other and I hate it, whatever i did I am sorry, please. Can we go back to how things were?” You say, trying to hold back tears as you sit on her bed, sniffling. Wednesday detested human interaction and somewhat revels in the sadness and fear some had, but yours was different. It made her sick to her stomach to see you in such turmoil, for something you didn’t even do, your only crime.. was being a friend. Your hands shook, you tried to hold it together and your sorrow was interrupted by Wednesday approaching and hugging your head, letting your face rest against her chest as she gently caressed your hair, this is the first time Wednesday has ever initiated any contact.

“It was not your fault, it was ours, Enid and I wanted to be your valentines and, we allowed it to shove us apart. We put our selfish wants and needs above what mattered.. I apologize for my part in that.” Wednesday admits, your hands gently wrapped around her waist, you looked at her.

“You, guys were seriously fighting over me?” You say, “fighting over a guy seems above you.” You say and Wednesday sighs.

“I suppose it is…” she admits, she lets go and looks into your eyes.

“I’ll apologize to Enid as well.” She admits, and you wipe your tears.

“..I’d like that.” You say, and as if on queue, the door opens to Enid who steps in to probably pick up her nail polish, she sees Wednesday and (Y/n), which makes her freeze a bit, and the jealousy begins to come to a boil.

“Enid, are you really fighting over me?” You ask her, and her rage quickly disperses to embarrassment.

“I-I mean.. well..”

“Seriously?” You say, “I was so worried that I pushed you two away from each other, than I made you so full of hate and anger.” You admit and Enids embarrassed went to sadness. She approaches sheepishly.

“We… Yeah You’re Right, we did do that and.. it wasn’t fair to you.” Enid says, seeing the wet, sad man sitting on the bed, so full of despair. It made her want to cry too but, her tears were worthless.

“Wednesday, Enid, can you two please just go back to being friends?” You ask, the two look at each other.

“Enid, I apologize for my actions, as (Y/n) said we shouldn’t let a man get inbetween our friendship.” She admits.

“Yeah, im sorry too… that was super uncool of me, and I shouldn’t hate you for wanting to be his valentine.” Enid admits, and you sigh with relief.

“You know, you both could have just asked together.” You say, they slowly turn to him.

“If it made you both happy I would have done it, you two mean the most to me, the least I could do was be your valentines.” You say and the two quickly take up his offer.

“Will you be our valentine?” They again in Unison, you were actually a bit taken aback by their quickness, you stand up and laugh a bit. “No shame Huh? I’d love to.” You say and hug them both, Enid quickly reciprocates the hug, and Wednesday slowly does as well, both girls content with the outcome, I suppose in this competition, everyone is a winner.

[practickles]

Through Bad Days and Obvious Deflection || Squealing Santa 2024

Fandom: Project Sekai

Lees: Rui Kamishiro, Nene Kusanagi

Lers: Nene Kusanagi, Rui Kamishiro

Romantic RuiNene

Word Ct: 1.5k

Warnings: Tickling, vague descriptions of stress/sleeplessness (but no concrete reason for either given)

Summary: After Rui shows up uninvited and refusing comfort, couch cuddles quickly turn into an easy remedy.

My @squealing-santa gift for @marloloweler!! (really hoping I got the new url right) So sorry this took a sec to get out, it was an awful combination of technology issues, health issues and memory issues, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. It's past holiday season, but I hope you have a fantastic rest of January!

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Coming over now! Hope you’re not busy :) <3 

The text she received from her boyfriend was not exactly uncommon. Rui was unpredictable at the best of times and Nene was grateful that the only real shock was his company. Comparatively, it was at least expectable. 

There were, however, pros and cons of living so close together though, she had hardly had time to quickly tie her hair up and make it to the living room before Rui was walking into it, looking more than a bit disheveled. His eyes were visibly more tired, complete with heavy bags under them and a forced relaxed expression. 

She raised her eyebrow. “Rui, when was the last time you slept?” 

“Oh, my dear it is truly so good to see you too!” He smiled sarcastically. 

His girlfriend was not impressed. “I’m happy to see you too, but you know what I meant.  Seriously, what’s going on? You look like a mess.” 

“Am I at least a handsome mess?” 

She glared at him and sat on the couch. Rui could feel her scathing stare from across the room. 

"Rui come here." She motioned to the couch, exasperated. 

"What is 'here' exactly?" He scrunched his eyebrows in faux confusion. "I mean I am here with you in that we're in the same room. I don't understand what else you're asking of me." 

Deflection. Nene naturally noticed immediately. Why couldn't he just let himself be taken care of?! "Rui Kamishiro, I swear to whatever is out there if you don't sit on this couch right now-!" 

"Okay, okay!" He held up his hands in surrender. "You don't need to be so demanding." 

Nene felt slightly guilty at her tone only until Rui swung a leg over and perched himself atop the back of the couch, feet on the cushions and a smug expression on his face. 

Without another word, she yanked on his leg, causing him to lose balance and fall right on top of her. The couple was a tangle of limbs and frustration, both moving to adjust to something even marginally more comfortable. 

After a few moments of wiggling and turning, they eventually settled with Nene laying nestled into the couch, her back to the back and her head on the armrest with Rui facing her chest in his arms. 

"If you're not going to tell me what's wrong, at least let me hold you for a little bit." She rubbed her back in a way she hoped was soothing whatever turmoil was in his head.

"Nothing is wrong!" 

"Wanna try that again?" She asked sternly. 

A look. Something on his face was mischievous and maybe a little... Eager? Anything was an improvement from before she supposed but it was definitely an unexpected change. 

“Not particularly, but thank you for asking.” And with a cheshire smile, he dug his hands into her ribs, right in front of him. He squeezed at random, leaving her guessing. 

To Rui’s delight, Nene instantly screamed. “You never were a giggler were you, sweetie?” He caught himself smiling right along with her. 

She shouted his name through her squeals and what might have been pleas. “Let me help you- you- you immature, stubborn-!” 

“Loving, kind, beautiful, intelligent man that you happen to find yourself in love with?” He suggested, earnestly unhelpful. After a moment though, he withdrew his hands. 

“Darling, I know I can be… difficult when it comes to receiving comfort, but I assure you all I need right now is your company. A distraction, I think, is best. You’re helping just by allowing me into your home and presence” His hesitation and rare lack of that infuriatingly endearing smirk made his claim substantially more believable. She knew him well enough to see the sincerity in his words. Sometimes stress and exhaustion was simply that. The best thing she could do for him was take his mind off of it. 

“And tickling me… helps you?” She tilted her head at him. 

He at the very least had the decency to make himself appear apologetic. “It’s more being playful and having fun with you. I just love to see you smile.” 

An idea burst into her head. What he needed was smiles and distraction, and what she needed was a happy boyfriend and maybe a bit of revenge. Two birds, one stone. 

Hesitantly, she started to poke at his sides with an impertinent air. “What if I did this, huh? Would you like it? Is this your idea of fun? This is what you did to me!” 

His cheeks immediately puffed up and eyes squeezed shut with repressed giggles and no response. 

“What’s that? Did you hear me?” Each poke was now accompanied by a little wiggle or scratch. He wasn’t pushing her away. A telltale sign. “I asked if you liked this! Are you too tired to talk? Tell me or I’ll stop!

What came out of his mouth was less words, more high pitched squeaking. 

“Your face is all red! Do you have a fever? I can’t understand what you mean by-” She did a poor but teasing impression of his squeaking. 

Just as Rui was about to attempt to compose himself, she blew a raspberry right into the crook of his neck. The floodgates burst open as he broke into real laughter. “Neh-ne! Hehe! I’m so-sorr-” 

“Oh you’re sorry now? You weren’t sorry when you did this.” She, much in the way he’d done to her sides, dug her fingers into his underarms. “To me.” 

Yet another similarity to their previous roles, Rui screeched and continued to plead. “I see the error of my ways! I’ve suffered enough!” 

“Suffering? You seem much happier than before, at the very least more relaxed.” She pulled her hands entirely away, relishing his immediate change from giddy desperation to disappointed pouting. “But maybe I’m wrong. Maybe we should just sit here and do nothing.” 

Almost as if instinctually, Rui grabbed her wrists and pulled them closer to his body, his eyes exposing what would be a novel’s worth of begging for her to continue.

Nene simply responded by holding his hands. “This is nice, isn’t it?” She smiled knowingly. 

His pout intensified, even as his girlfriend reassuringly squeezed his hands.

“Y’know, looking at me like that isn’t going to do anything for you.” She mindlessly ran her thumb over the back of his lithe hands, continuing even after he let go of one, resting his own around her waist. 

Wordlessly, Rui reached his newly freed hand between them to poke at her stomach.

She squawked at the surprise before managing to pull herself away, burrowing herself backwards, further into the couch, halfheartedly glaring at Rui, who was looking far too pleased with himself. 

“You know, dear, looking at me like that isn’t going to do anything for you.” He repeated her own words back to her face, with a suddenly chipper demeanor, almost as if out of nowhere.He continued to poke sporadically, trapping her further and further into the plush folds of the couch. “What are you going to do about it?” 

Nene was stuck in between a rock and a hard place, or, more accurately, a cushion and a couch. On one hand, she could give Rui the satisfaction of letting herself be goaded into tickling him. The other option involved her getting tickled to death or suffocated in a couch. Death might be preferable if she really thought about her wisenheimer boyfriend in a self superior mood for too long. 

Luckily for them both, the assault on her belly didn’t leave much room for thought, only action. In a bout of strength that would have shocked them both had Rui actually been trying to fight her, she pushed at the hands long enough to wedge her body from her plush prison and straddle Rui’s waist. Nene looked dangerously down at him, all while he continued to prod, keeping her in a constant state of jolting and squealing. 

Exactly as she predicted, his face was radiating with the joy of his achievement. She rolled her eyes at him. “You’re nahat subtle- hehe-!” 

“Subtlety can be forgone in cases in which the alternative is still effective, no?” 

“Whaht are you even saying?” Nene laughed through her words, both from the tickling and fondness for the man under her. 

But just as he started to explain, she decided she didn’t particularly want to hear it (and maybe wanted to rush in) and rapidly squeezed his hips, rendering him unable to speak through waves and waves of laughter. 

Still not forgetting the original reason behind his visit, however, she asked, “How’s this for a distraction? Happy?”

“HAHAHA-ha-happyHEHE!” He agreed, the cackling around it speaking volumes more than the answer itself. 

She smiled to herself . Whatever made him happy. 

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Fun fact: This was actually my SECOND piece with the prompts, I have a half baked Polyshow one that I got such bad writers block on that I started over with a totally new idea. I'll tag you, marloloweler, if it ever sees the light of day. Apologies if this is a little rusty, it's been a sec.

[moodycowplant]

Lights, Camera… and a Blast from the Past! 🎬✨

While Conrad was away, Lana buried herself in her usual routine—studying, tutoring, and working. It was easier that way. She missed him, but she refused to let herself just sit around waiting.

After one of her tutoring sessions, the professor she assisted approached her with a favor.

“The student I assigned for practice at the studio called in sick,” he explained, looking stressed. “It’s a big day for them, and they can’t halt production. You’re one of my best students, so I want you to take her place.”

Lana’s eyes widened.

“Me?” she asked, barely able to contain her excitement.

Normally, students didn’t get access to the studio until their fourth year, and even then, they were mostly just assistants—not actual performers. This was huge.

“You’re capable. I trust you,” the professor said simply.

Lana didn’t need to be told twice.

“I’d love to do it,” she said eagerly.

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When she arrived at the studio, she was mesmerized.

The size of it, the sets, the crew members rushing around—she could hardly believe she was here.

And the people. Famous people. Just casually walking around as if this was normal.

Her excitement kept her awake all night, so she had shown up early—way early. After wandering around in awe for a bit, she grabbed a quick breakfast at the on-site café.

She was mid-bite when someone from the crew spoke, barely glancing up from his notes.

“You’re new here,” he commented.

Lana swallowed quickly. “Yeah. Just here to help.”

“Good day to be here. You’ll meet the main star.”

Before she could ask what he meant, he was gone.

Main star? But it’s just a commercial… What ‘star’ would they need? she thought, confused.

Shrugging it off, she finished her food and watched as the place began to come to life. People adjusted cameras, arranged props, and set up lighting.

Then, out of nowhere, she heard a familiar voice—one she hadn’t heard in a long time.

“Lana?”

She barely had time to react before she was swept into a tight hug and lifted off the ground.

“Jay?!” she gasped, eyes wide in shock.

Jay laughed, setting her down but keeping his hands on her shoulders. “Lana, I can’t believe this! How long has it been? Two years?”

“Almost,” she breathed, still trying to process what was happening. “Jay, I—what are you doing here? I thought you were still at university. Your mom said you were too busy to even visit.”

Jay nodded. “She wasn’t lying. My schedule’s been insane. We had nonstop training leading up to Nationals, and traveling was not an option. But I’m here now.” His smile was warm, genuine. “And you’re here, too. I still can’t believe it.”

“Yeah, me neither,” Lana admitted with a small laugh. “I’m still processing.”

Jay grinned. “So? What are you doing here?”

“I don’t even fully know,” she said honestly. “My professor sent me as a last-minute replacement for some Dana Light?”

Jay made a face. “Dana? Ugh, that’s fantastic news. I never liked her. She was all over me, always showing me unnecessary appreciation.”

Lana raised an eyebrow. “Oh, poor you. Being adored must be so hard.”

“Hey, don’t mock me,” he said, smirking.

Before she could reply, the same crew member from earlier walked by again.

“Ah, great. You’ve already met our main star for today,” he said, barely pausing before continuing. “Be ready in forty. Dressing room. Now.”

Lana blinked. “Wait. Main star?”

Jay chuckled. “I wouldn’t call myself a star, but… yeah, they asked me to be in this commercial because of my soccer career. My team won five championships in a row, so we kinda got famous for a bit.”

Lana gasped dramatically. “Wow. A celebrity. I definitely need your autograph now.”

“For you?” He grinned, lightly touching her hand. “Anything.”

Lana softened. “I missed you, Jay.”

His smile faltered slightly, but he quickly covered it. “I missed you too.”

She sighed. “We really fell apart after school. Cliff is in Komorebi now, studying with Harmony.”

“I know,” Jay said. “We talked recently. He promised to visit soon. I was actually planning to call you, get our ‘three-legged stool’ back together.” His voice was almost disbelieving. “Still can’t believe it’s been two years.”

“Adult life, I guess,” Lana joked.

A voice suddenly blared over the studio speakers.

“Alanya Snow, report to the dressing room. Alanya Snow, dressing room NOW.”

“That’s me,” she said, anxiety creeping in. She turned in a circle, looking lost. “Jay, where is the dressing room?”

“Relax.” He placed a reassuring hand on her back and gently guided her forward. “I’ll take you.”

As she followed him, a bittersweet feeling settled in her chest. Seeing Jay again made her happy—hearing about his success, knowing he was doing well.

But it also made her sad. They had been so close once. She could have done a better job keeping in touch, reaching out. A quiet guilt poked at her, though she tried to push it away.

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Once she was dressed and prepped, Lana stepped onto the set, feeling completely out of her element.

Jay, ever the natural, helped her practice her lines. She had to memorize them on the fly, but surprisingly, she nailed it.

Even the director was impressed.

“You’ve got talent, kid,” he told her. “I’ll be in touch.”

Lana could hardly believe it.

She had actually performed in a real production. Sure, it was just an advertisement, but her face was going to be out there. It felt surreal.

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After the shoot, she and Jay had a couple of hours to catch up. They sat in a quiet café, drinking their favorite coffee and splitting a slice of pie—just like old times.

But eventually, Jay had to leave.

His team had an important match coming up, and as quarterback, they were waiting for him.

As they hugged goodbye, Lana promised herself she wouldn’t let so much time pass before their next meet-up.

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By the time she got home, exhaustion hit her all at once.

Her body felt heavy, her stomach unsettled. She figured it was just the adrenaline wearing off, or maybe all the excitement catching up to her.

She crawled into bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the entire day in her head.

She couldn’t wait to tell Conrad everything.

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[avatarrecom]

Day 5: Daddy/Mommy kink

Pairing: Poly!recoms x Recom!reader (can be read as character x reader)

Word count: 800

A/N: First time writing smut, so it probably sucks lol. I'm using the tag #Kinktober Avatar_Recom for my kinktober stories.

And I'm starting to use the tag #Avatar_Recom writing for all my other writing, so be sure to follow those tags!

I know this is a short one, but since I only decided to participate in kinktober a couple days ago, I didn't have time to prepare. So I'm not sure if I can get out a prompt every day, I'll try of course, but with school and my shitty mental health, I'm not sure I can. I'm sorry and I hope you guys understand.

Also, you might have seen that I put a note in my masterlist that I'm changing the prompts of day 10, knife kink and day 27, anal. I did this because I'm not comfortable with those prompts. I've already chosen 2 other prompts, which will be a surprise. Hope you guys don't mind! I'm sure that if you're waiting for those prompts, there are dozens of other fantastic writers out there!

Now enough rambling from me lol, enjoy this prompt!

Kinktober masterlist

🌍 Recom Miles Quaritch Definitely has a daddy kink. I mean even tho he’s in a 20 year old Recom body, he was still like 52 when he died… and of course an actual daddy lol. He honestly wants you to call him daddy all the time. But especially during sex. He’d refer to himself as daddy while he’s fucking you into oblivion. He totally went feral the first time you called him daddy and has told you to call him that ever since. He’d tilt your chin up so you’re looking at him when he wants to give you a kiss, “can daddy have a kiss, darlin?”

😈 Recom Lyle Wainfleet Every time you call him daddy, he has an instant hardon. The whole time he’s pounding into your pussy, he asks you if daddy is making you feel good. He won’t respond to any other name when you’re having sex. I’m pretty sure that he was about the same age as Quaritch when he died (even if he’s not, just imagine he is), so the fact that he could basically be your father, plays a role too.

🍬 Recom Z-dog After the first time you call her mommy, she refuses to respond to any other name. Both during sex and in public (except when you’re working or in the same room as a CO). Loves the name and loves how obedient you look while you call her that. She goes almost feral hearing you whine mommy while her fingers are buried deep in your pussy or while he’s eating you out like her life depends on it.

🥽 Recom Walker The first time you called her mommy, she paused in shock. After she comes back to her senses, she has the most shit eating grin on her face. She’d say something along the lines of “Yeah? do you need your mommy to fuck you?” She will start referring to you as her good girl. Every time you walk sheepishly into her room asking for mommy to fuck you, she’s dripping within seconds.

😎 Recom Mansk Though he’s very dominant, he doesn't like being called ‘daddy’. He much prefers ‘sir’ when he’s pounding your pretty pussy. It gives him a sense of control over you, especially if you’re a soldier like him.

🧯 Recom Prager Initially he's a bit unsure about how to deal with or how to respond. However, he can't deny that it really turned him on for some reason. You both have a deep conversation about it, where he genuinely wants to understand your needs, expectations, and why it's important to you. You answer each of his questions in great detail. It takes some time for him to find his footing, as he wants to make sure he doesn't say or do anything that might make you uncomfortable. But he eventually gets the hang of it. You unintentionally turned him into a daddy god in bed.

⚕️ Recom Ja He's totally cool with being called daddy. However, he's not the type to call you daddy's girl in response to you calling him daddy, he thinks that’s weird and frankly disgusting. He thinks it sounds like you’re actually his child. But he does enjoy the idea of control or domination he has over you. While he can definitely live without being called daddy, if it's something you're into, he's willing to give it a shot at least once.

🧢 Recom Brown The first time you called him daddy, it flipped some switch in him. Now it’s all he wants to hear. He loves it when you get needy and you beg for your daddy. He adores it when he can discretely slip his hand in your pants in public and he whispers to stay still for daddy and he CERTAINLY LOVES when it slips off your tongue in babbles as he fucks you into the next life. 

📿 Recom Lopez This guy definitely has a thing for being called daddy/papi, I would honestly be shocked if he didn't. I mean, the moment you whispered "daddy/papi please fuck me," during a passionate make-out session, he practically tore your clothes off and pulled you on top of him. He was thrusting into you with such intensity that you had to hold onto his shoulders tightly to avoid being thrown off.

⛓️ Recom Fike The first time it happened, he was the one who unintentionally said it. You had just knelt down and gently placed your lips on the tip of his cock. "Show me what you've got, mama." As soon as the words slipped out, you glanced up at him with curiosity, noticing a slight blush on his cheeks. You smirked, but didn't mention it. Instead, you waited until he let out a particularly loud groan, and then playfully smiled up at him. "Do you enjoy that, daddy?" You asked innocently. You could feel his cock twitch in your hands, confirming what you suspected.

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Modern Arthur Morgan Dad headcannons!!

This was requested by @cantchoosejust1

I had a blast writing the pregnancy headcannons which is listed here on my modern headcannon list

so I am EXCITED to write about how he actually acts as a dad

I mean

Come on, it’s Arthur, he’s gonna be great!

Warnings!: Mentions of pregnancy, obviously, maybe a little bit of NSFW content, with ya know....Arthur being himself and thinking you are his hot and sexy partner, and general raising children items

Tags: @kieropal​ @beea-nie​

Arthur is a fantastic dad

First off

if we are gonna continue off where we left off in the pregnancy headcannons

yall have twins

and literally

he loves them so much

sometimes you wonder if he loves them more than you

But you know that isn’t true, he loves you and him all the same

He does spend copious amounts of time with them though.

If they wake up in the middle of the night, especially while you are still recovering from your hospital visit

he is up before you can even TRY to get up.

You may wake up, but by the time you do he’s already out of the bed and into the nursery

When you walk in to check on him when he hasn’t returned to the bedroom after about twenty minutes

he’s in the rocking chair, both twins on his chest, which by the way, he never wears a shirt to bed, so this dad bod man has two little twins snuggled onto his chest, his hands over their backs to make sure they don’t go anywhere

and he’s like

half awake

but more asleep than awake at all

so when you come in and you just kinda take a picture of him 

he doesn’t even move

he swears he isn’t snoring

he is

He also like demands that you let him do what he needs to do

He wants you to be as comfortable as possible while you need to rest up and get better

He knows that you’re sore, he knows that you hurt, and he knows that you want to spend time with the babies too

so he will bring them to you 

he refuses to let you walk to them

he brings them to you

He loves to watch you with them, he tells you that he thinks you are a natural and that he loves to see you do even the most basic things with them

of course you tell him that you love to see him with them too, because it’s just so sweet to see how soft he gets looking at them

As time goes on and you get more healed and the twins grow up a little 

you two have so much fun with their milestones

Arthur loves to watch them on their tummies, tummy time is his favorite thing

often times you’ll catch him laying on his stomach too, watching them with his head in his hands and smile on his face

He the first time that one of them rolled over he literally screamed

“Darlin’! Get in here! He rolled over! Little Morgan rolled over!” 

He literally loses his entire collective mind

He has his phone out in an instant and is trying to video them both 

He manages to get the baby girl rolling over and he’s never been happier

he literally loves to show off those videos to the guys, John and Charles see them repeatedly at work

They aren’t even annoyed about it though cause they’ve never seen him happier

(Well, other than when he’s boasting about you that is)

When the two of them sit up on their own, he’s even more excited and he claims he cannot WAIT until he can take them fishing and you have to gently explain to him that they’ve still got a little while yet before they can properly hold a pole

They can’t speak but Arthur is constantly trying to get them to

literally 

always trying to convince them to say “dada” or even “papa” 

he says that he will win and be the favorite parent

(He means it in a completely joking way an sincerely hopes that you are actually the favorite because he has mental issues.)

He loves to watch them hold stuff, so he’ll hand them stuff in a joking way for them to hold cause he thinks its funny

he’ll be doing something and then just hand them like

one of their toys

and just go 

“Here, hold this for me pal, I’m busy.” 

He likes to buy them all kinds of toddler toys they can’t really play with yet too

he bought a little plastic tool set for them and he’s so excited every time they end up grabbing one of the little wrenches from it

He loves them to no ends and every time he’s in public with you and them, like a family dinner he sits and just plays with them rather than actually figuring out what he should be eating

so when the waitress and or waiter comes around he sits there and boasts about them

(You order him a steak usually because you know he’ll eat it and he’s too busy to pay attention, and you get him a coke with it)

He is just the definition of caring father 

as they get older, and they start crawling

he literally laughs the first time he catches it

He is EXCITED

Like

they’re gonna go on so many adventures!

You on the other hand are completely worried

Theres a lot for them to get into in the house, and it’s more worrying than it is exciting for you

but arthur is there to reassure you and tell you that it’ll be okay

He makes sure that he keeps an extra close eye on them 

they do like to get into things

and crawl where they shouldn’t 

but he always makes sure that they’re alright

and that they don’t ya know

kill themselves

by the time their first birthday rolls around Arthur 

I mean

Arthur is just so excited

He also...

well

he is also trying to convince you to have another kid

he thinks they’re growing too fast and while he’s excited for the rest of their lives

He also wants to hold a baby in his arms again

A baby baby

and you have to remind him

that you two should probably wait at least until the twins are at least two years old 

He knows you’re right

and he knows that it makes more sense to have a bigger space between them

but 

he tries to tell you that if you get pregnant NOW

then the kids will be a year and nine months older than the new baby and that’s almost two years difference

and it’s really hard to say no to him

I mean

really hard

He’s really attractive for one thing, he’s your husband, you love him and he’s always hot to you

Literally always attractive to you

he can have baby spit up all over him and you think he’s the most attractive man on the planet

i mean

lets face it

it’s arthur morgan

he’s HOT

So 

It’s hard 

it’s difficult

not to tell him

“Sure, we’ll have another baby”

He tries to ambush you with it after the kids are put in their cribs 

He’ll come up behind you and wrap his strong arms around your waist, kiss your neck and start muttering things in your ear.

“Mmm....Darliin’, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life...you look even better outta those damn clothes”

He’ll gently place his hand on your stomach and lean even closer to your ear 

“You’re so damn hot when you carry my kids too...holdin’ my baby in you...mhm....you remember how they get there don’t you?” 

“Arthur, stop that-”

“Aww...Girl...come on....I love seein’ them pretty faces of yours, but I love finishin’ in ya more. Plus you make a damn good pregnant lady, I’d do it with ya the whole pregnancy if you didn’t have other things to do.”

“Arthur!” 

“What! I’m just tellin’ the truth..” 

You HAVE to tell him no

Make him wait until the twins are at LEAST two.

He loves you and respects you, so I mean

at least he isn’t gonna do anything he shouldn’t 

In the mean time he’ll spend all his energy towards the twins taking their first steps, walking and stumbling all over the house and causing mayhem wherever they go

You help out with them too obviously

I mean

come on they’re your babies too

you love them just as much

but arthur just

I mean

He’s ARTHUR

he loves your kids so much he does everything and anything that has to do with those kids

he literally I mean

all of his time is dedicated to them when he isn’t at work or with you

By the time their second birthday does come around

You guys have a great day

I mean

you celebrated their first birthday with Arthur’s family,  the cakes that they shoved in their faces, the little birthday hats, I mean

the whole shabang

so for the second birthday you take them to what has turned into their favorite park and the whole family has a fantastic time

Arthur sat and fished, keeping one of the twins on his lap while you had the other

let it be know though

literally

the moment the two of you get home 

he is gonna be all up in yo grill as soon as the kids are in bed

“So....the kids are two years old....”

“JUST BARELY ARTHUR!” 

“Mhm....don’t matter, they’re two now, two and nine months when you give birth...” 

“Arthur....”

“Darlin’, come on...I want more babies with ya, you know that, you’re beautiful, you’re damn sexy, and you look so damn good with a baby in the oven-”

“You are so bad-”

“Awww you love it.” 

Needless to say 

you and him are trying for another baby

he will boast about it by the way

not because he’s like 

“haha i am having sex”

but more so like

“Fuck you my wife is hot and I don’t have to pull out bitch” 

Kinda way

I mean

he is trying with you

all the time

literally

all the time

like

comes home after work almost every day and sees if you’re in the mood

if the babies aren’t being taken care of, of course

After you two have the most 

leg shaking

out of breath

sweaty 

sex imaginable

he’ll kiss you passionately 

put a hand around your throat, and hold your ankles in the air to make sure that his seed gets you pregnant.

He stands next to you while you pee on the stick too

literally stands there waiting 

watching you impatiently

“Come onnnn are we gonna have another kid or not?”

“Arthur, we have to wait for ten minutes.” 

“Bullshit!” 

While you wait he’s gonna kiss your face, your neck, your shoulders

and literally anywhere he can find

“I love you, but if this ain’t positive I’m takin’ you right back in that bedroom, and your face ain’t leavin’ that damn pillow ‘til im done with you.”

He’s literally the hottest when he wants to have more kids

When it is postive

he will most likely still do that

because he’s excited

It comes up negative

and 

well

ya know

When you finally do get that positive test he’s at work and you’re taking the twins to Hosea and Dutch’s house to be watched for the day 

You use the bathroom before you leave and take a test

you’re a few weeks late for your period 

so you’re a little interested to see if it is what you think it is

it is

you tell dutch and hosea and they’re so excited to be grandparents pt. 2

You decide to text arthur

and tell him this exactly

“Hey, I have something I wanna talk to you about after work”

He panics a little because he has anxiety

but 

he knows you love him

so he isn’t gonna panic too much

but when he gets home he nervously shuffles a little 

and looks at his feet

he’s a confident man, when the moment’s right

but in times like these

he’s the most shy person he can be

When you kiss him on the cheek he feels a little better and he’ll look up at you 

You just smile widely and hand him the test 

and he starts literally jumping

“We did it?” 

“We did it!” 

“Oho I can’t wait to rub this in john’s face!” 

He’s just so excited again to have another mini you, and mini him, and like

he’s really excited for the twins to have another sibling around

He’s just a fantastic dad, and he’s so happy for the two of you

The twins he tells them that they’re gonna have another sibling

and even though the two of them are a little younger they seem to really get it

Arthur will start laying his head on your stomach with the twins and gently place their hands on your tummy

“Your little sister or brother is in there.”

and he just loves to see you smile as they put their tiny hands on you

He smiles so big 

and just

I mean

he loves you so much

he loves your kids so much

and like

he is in heaven every time he’s with all of you.

He just feels so overwhelmed with love

Sometimes he falls asleep in the twins rooms, even though they don’t really need to be baby babied anymore

and sometimes you’ll hear him talking to them about you and about the new baby and you swear he’s on the verge of tears.

He is literally the perfect husband, the perfect father.

Arthur is everything you wanted and more

And you just

he means the world to you and you make sure he knows that

you make sure he feels loved 

you make sure he knows

and he has literally never felt better in his life than he does when he’s at home with you and his kids.

He has little wallet pictures of all of you

and one of you pregnant that he’ll replace when your baby pops out :)