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peachessndreamss · 2 months ago

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Animal Magnetism

Summery : A date volunteering at an animal shelter for you and Bob.

Characters : Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female Reader (No use of Y/N)

Warnings : None (other than bad)

Word count : 2.2k

A/N : Lewis Pullman is fully ruining my life. I wrote this a long time ago, idk if I like it or not 😆 but here we go.

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"So I've got a fun idea for a date…" you said innocently over your morning coffee.

You’d been watching Bob since he entered the kitchen a few minutes before, his shirt was still untucked from his pants and he’d yet to push his hair back off his forehead, he’d gotten himself a cup of coffee from the pot and had been rooting through the cupboard looking for breakfast when you’d spoken.

Bob turned to look at you and narrowed his gaze for a few seconds. The last time you’d had a “fun” idea for a date it had been a terrifying tour of a supposedly haunted house which had left Bob on edge for days and unable to look in the mirror for at least a week.

"It's not a scary idea, I promise,” you followed up quickly, knowing exactly what he was thinking about.

"Okay, what is it then?" He replied before taking a mouthful of coffee.

“Volunteering at an animal shelter,” you started, grabbing your phone and opening up Instagram.

“One of the girls from work did it a couple of weeks ago and told me about it. We’d be helping exercise the dogs and socialising the kittens, it would only be a few hours and I think it would be so cute!" you explained excitedly, pulling up the social media page and clicking on the most recent set of volunteering photos and pushing the phone toward Bob as you swiped through the pictures.

“Cute,” Bob agreed with a tentative nod, “and very unlikely for there to be any ghosts,” he muttered under his breath.

“So, what do you think?” you asked.

Your eyes were shining with excitement and you were practically bouncing in your seat, Bob would not have been able to say no if he’d tried. As Bob had grown up with a multitude of family pets and since joining the Navy he had missed having a furry little friend to come home too.

"Yeah, book it,” he agreed as he put his coffee down and ripped open a protein bar with his teeth.

You booked a slot for the next Saturday, which Bob already had off and no prior plans in his diary. As the day got closer and closer you were constantly sending Bob pictures from the shelters Instagram of the animals you’d be seeing.

Saturday morning you woke hours before your alarm was due to go off but like a child on Christmas morning you just couldn’t wait any longer.

"Com'on!" You moaned, shaking him awake, "It’s time to wake up!”.

Bob continued to pretend to be asleep, keeping his eyes tightly closed but unable to stop himself grinning.

"Bob please!" You insisted before he gave a very fake snore.

"Bob!" You cried, yanking the pillow out from under his head and hitting him with it.

"Ahrigh'!" He cried as the pillow made contact with his stomach, "Ah’right woman, I'm awake!".

Bob did manage to convince you that you didn’t need to be out of bed that very second and you could enjoy a few minutes of cuddles before showering. You rested your head on his shoulder and let your fingers run up and down his stomach and chest. When his stomach gave a rumble he agreed it was time to get up and have some breakfast.

The two of you worked easily together in the kitchen. He set the coffee pot up to run while you warmed croissants in the oven and gathered the butter and jam. As you pulled the pastries from the oven you caught Bob watching you with a dopey, love struck look on his face.

"What ya looking at Baby?" You asked.

"Just the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he replied with an easy smile.

“You’re only saying that because I’ve got food in my hands,” you joked as you transferred the pastries to a plate and put them in front of him.

“That’s only half of the reason,” he teased as he took a croissant and pulled the jar of chocolate spread toward him.

The two of you washed up before heading back toward your bedroom to get dressed. The shelter had advised you to wear old, comfortable clothes that you didn’t mind getting dirty.

Bob’s choice of pale blue jeans, faded olive green t-shirt and backward baseball cap should have looked perfectly ordinary but instead it sent shivers up and down your spine.

You stood in front of him and slipped your arms around his neck, finding a few long strands peeking out the back of his cap to twist around your fingertips.

"Do I pass muster, Commander?" He joked as you ran your hands down his back before bringing your hands to rest on his firm, round backside.

"Certainly do Lieutenant," you replied, giving him a soft kiss on his lips before you headed off to brush your teeth.

On the drive to the shelter you couldn’t sit still for a second, Bob placed his hand on your thigh as he drove to try and limit your bouncing but just found his hand bouncing along with you. Bob hadn’t stopped smiling since you’d left the house and as much as he was looking forward to your day, he was happiest to see you so excited. At the shelter you joined a number of other couples who were volunteering that day. There was a similar look of excitement on everyone's faces. A young and bubbly shelter employee greeted everyone and explained how the day would go before dividing people up and giving out your first job of the day.

You and Bob were starting your day with dog walking. You were taken to the kennels and shown which animals you would be walking, Bob immediately took a shine to a miniature schnauzer, he took several photos of the dog, sending them to Rooster as “moustache inspiration”.

After placing the dogs into their harnesses you were shown the large field they would be having their exercise in. You had a leash in each hand with two excitable dachshunds at the end. The two small dogs kept crossing in front of you and you had to keep your wits about you to make sure you didn’t trip over them. Bob was to your left, the miniature schnauzer walking at his side.

“We should get a pet,” Bob said as you carefully untangled the dachshund's leads for the 15th time.

“Do you think we’re settled enough?” you replied.

Bob paused for a few seconds, considering your question. He gave a small, one shouldered shrug.

“I think we could give a little guy a better life, a real home,” he replied thoughtfully, a smile playing on his lips.

“Yeah, I can see us with a little guy,” you agreed, picturing the home the two of you shared but with a four legged addition running around the place.

The two of you returned to the kennels to give the dogs their lunch, Bob was down on his knees as he tried to unhook a particularly excitable dachshund from their leash but was struggling as the dog kept bouncing up to try and lick his face.

Bob managed to get a good hold on the dog and held their small, wriggling body against his chest, using his other hand to unclip the leash, all the while the dog licked his chin.

"It's a good job you're cute," Bob laughed as he let the dog go and they scampered off to their feed bowl.

"You’re normally saying that to me," you teased.

"Yeah, and you're normally trying to lick me to death as well," Bob quipped back with a grin.

"But you never normally tell me to stop,".

Bob laughed, his cheeks and the tips of his ears turning a charming shade of pink.

After a lunch break in the sunshine with the other volunteers, you and Bob were shown to the kitten room where the shelter’s smallest residence lived.

"Cats normally don’t like me,” Bob said quietly as you were shown to a large, bright room where several kittens were sleeping in a basket in a patch of sunlight.

“Don’t be silly, Mrs Khan’s cat loves you!” you replied, recalling how your neighbour's cat would often come bounding across the street to greet Bob in the morning.

“That’s because I gave it some tuna once,”.

“The way to a cat’s heart is through their stomach,” you joked as you turned your attention to a small ginger kitten that had just woken up and was making its way toward you.

“We have that in common then,”.

The two of you settled in, encouraging the kittens from their basket, rolling balls for them to chase after and flicking feathers through the air for them to leap and paw at. Bob laughed until his stomach hurt when two of the kittens started to play fight and you began to narrate the tussle like a wrestling match.

A tiny white kitten with black ears and the bluest eyes you’d ever seen seemed to take a particular liking to Bob and hadn’t stopped clambering all over him since he’d taken a seat on the floor. Bob sat back on his elbows and watched as the kitten climbed up onto his stomach and carefully made his way up Bob’s chest to sniff at his chin.

As your time at the shelter was drawing to a close a shelter employee who was taking some photographs for social media posts dropped in on the two of you. She captured several of Bob resting back on his elbows with the kitten rubbing against his cheek.

"He's really taken with you!" She commented as Bob gathered the kitten in one hand and sat up.

"Yeah, he’s cute," Bob replied.

"You guys know all the animals you've been with today are available for adoption…".

“Yeah we know,” he replied as the memory of your earlier conversation floated through his mind.

“We were just saying earlier about that,” you said, your voice filled with hope.

Bob took a deep breath and brought the kitten up to his face, gazing into its bright eyes.

“Do you think you’d like to live with us?” Bob asked.

After a pause of a few seconds the kitten gave a tiny mewl of assent.

With the new cat carrier strapped in the car and the boot full of anything and everything a kitten might need, the two of you headed home. You kept looking over your shoulder to see the back seat where the furry little face was peaking through the mesh of the carrier to see what was happening.

"We need to name him," you said.

"Whatta‘bout Snowball?" Bob replied, not able to fight the smile that was plastered all over his face.

"So unoriginal," you criticised with a roll of your eyes.

"Okay judgy,” Bob replied with a roll of his eyes, “what do you suggest?”.

“We could call him Sugar? He’s certainly sweet enough,”.

“He doesn’t look like a Sugar to me,” Bob replied uncertainly.

You argued names back and forth the whole drive home, still not able to come to a consensus. You carried the cat into the house and took him into the kitchen, you'd decided that would be the best place for him to be while he acclimatised to his new home, and the floor was easily cleaned of any little accidents.

You were in the kitchen opening the carrier when you heard Bob's phone ring, he answered it and started to talk to someone you couldn't hear.

"You're such a handsome boy aren't you?" You cooed at the kitten as you lifted the tiny thing out of his carrier.

"It's kind of you to say so," a voice drawled from Bob's phone with a laugh.

You turned to see Bob in the midst of a video call with Hangman.

"Not you," you replied with a roll of your eyes.

"I was talking to this guy," you added, holding the kitten up so Hangman could see.

"That's a cat," Hangman said with a confident nod of his head.

"You should call him Hangman, seeing as we're both so handsome,".

"Not on your life," Bob replied, taking back control of the conversation and taking the video call out of the kitchen and into the livingroom.

Except the name did stick and Bob ended up with a cat called Hangman, much to his own annoyance. But despite the name, Bob loved his cat more than just about anything else in the world. Hangman would follow Bob around the house like a duckling with its mother duck, and your camera roll very quickly became hundreds of photographs and videos of the two of them.

"I never thought of myself as a cat person," he mused one evening while stretched out on the sofa, Hangman curled up on his chest in a spot you might have occupied otherwise.

"Maybe you're not," you shrugged, "but you are that cats person,".

Bob chuckled and scratched the spot between Hangman’s ears.

"So, where shall we go for our next date?" You asked innocently, knowing you had already made enquiries at a nearby alpaca farm about spending the day.

Bob turned his eyes to you and narrowed them slightly.

"Nowhere where we're gonna end up with another living thing in our home please,".

"Maybe we'll just stay home?" You offered with a grin.

"Still risky," he replied with a wink.

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604to647 · 1 month ago

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Wife Material

1.9K / Detective Tim Rockford x fem!reader

Summary: Tim wakes up in the hospital after getting shot.

Warnings: Minor angst/fear (don't worry, he's okay!), established relationship, nicknames as usual (Shutterbug, baby, gorgeous), fluffy fluff while Tim is high as heck on anaesthesia 🤣🤭 (a wee The Pitt reference).

A/N: HELLO I AM HERE 😅😆 Took an unintentional break from Tumblr/socials, but have been quietly writing in the background - hopefully there is still some interest 🫣🥰. Hope you've all been well and looking forwarding to being on here again! This story takes place after Tiny Tim, but as with all instalments of The Rockford Portfolio, can be read standalone. Inspired by TikToks of husbands on anaesthesia like this and this (and thank you to @maievdenoir for the idea!)

Dividers by @saradika-graphics as always / Series Masterlist

The hospital emergency waiting room is buzzing and chaotic, but you’re oblivious to it all as you race to the reception desk – all you can focus on is those three little words that have been playing on a loop in your head ever since Detective Arnold Calloway called:

“Tim’s been shot.”

Luckily, you’re able to go straight up to the intake receptionist; trying to keep the panic out of your voice, you ask, “Can you tell me where I can find Detective Timothy Rockford?”

“And you are?”

You give your name, then blurt out, “I’m his fiancé.”

“Are you his emergency contact?”

“I should be… Tim was supposed to submit the forms a while ago,” you choke up, “but he’s been so busy, I don’t know if he…” Your voice trails off, overcome that you might not be able allowed to see Tim because of some administrative red tape.

“No worries, let me just check on that, hun,” the nurse gives you a much-appreciated smile that you’re sure could calm even the most hysterical of visitors. These ER healthcare workers are heaven sent, you think as you patiently wait for them to finish typing. Just then, you hear your name being called and look up to see Tim’s captain by a set of double doors waving you over. Relieved, you bid the receptionist a hasty farewell and rush over to Captain Christine Mendoza, “Captain! Where’s Tim? Is he okay?”

The captain ushers you through the doors and down a hallway busy with rushing doctors and chattering patients, “He’s just come out of surgery. The bullet got lodged in his shoulder and the impact from the shooting caused a fall that exacerbated the injury. Luckily, the doctors got in there pretty quickly and the surgery to remove the bullet and repair the damage was pretty straight forward. They’ll be able to tell you more – we’re almost there.”

Thanking her for the update, you round the corner to see cops littering a smaller, more private hallway, with a group crowding around a closed door - among them, Calloway.

“Arnie!” you cry when you see him.

As soon as Detective Calloway sees you, he shouts to the surrounding cops, “Hey, make room, let her through!” and pulls you into a tight hug when you get within arms reach.

“Are you okay?” you ask, your concern for Tim’s partner as deep as it is for your detective. “I am, thanks to Tim,” he opens the door and indicates for you to go in, giving you a tight smile that hardly cracks his worn, distressed face, “Doctor’s in there with him.”

Closing the door, you’re barely able to stifle your gasp at the scene before you. Tim lays unconscious on a propped-up hospital bed - various machines around him beep and whirl, monitoring his heartbeat and other vitals. His hospital gown drapes loosely over his right shoulder when you can see a crisscross of gauze bandaging his wound; on the opposite side of his body, tubes run up his sleeve, no doubt dispensing much needed painkillers from hanging IV bags to your injured detective.

You have to choke back a sob - he just looks so small.

Tim, your Tim, is a powerhouse, a force to be reckoned with. Even in the sanctuary of your shared home he exudes such a quiet strength, you’re used to him taking up a certain amount of space; Detective Tim Rockford’s colossal presence and the gravitational pull of his quality have been such a constants in your life, to see him like this nearly rocks your world off its axis.

“Mrs. Rockford?” The doctor who's been checking Tim’s bandages is now approaching; you nod, not bothering to correct his assumption.

“I’m Dr. Rabinovitch. Happy to report that Detective Rockford came through the surgery with flying colours - we were able to remove the bullet and repair the tissue damage without any issue. He has a few bone fractures that will require rest and a lightened activity load for the next few weeks but should otherwise heal on their own. After that, with a little bit of physical therapy, he should be good as new.”

You exhale such a loud sigh of relief, you barely hear Dr. Rabinovitch’s resulting chuckle; he continues, “Your husband should be coming out of the anaesthesia within the hour. He might be a little loopy when he does, which is expected. Please tell the nurses’ station when he wakes and they'll page me. Do you have any questions?”

Shaking your head, you thank the doctor profusely for taking such good care of your Tim, adding a request for him to kindly extend your gratitude to the rest of the surgical team. Settling into a bedside chair to wait, you smile when here the muffled sounds of celebration coming from the hallway where Dr. Rabinovitch has just repeated the news to the waiting officers.

The adrenaline that’s been coursing through your veins since Arnie called now waning, you tuck into the somewhat uncomfortable hospital chair, curling your legs up and letting your entire body relax to the repetitive sounds from the room’s medical equipment and the steady rise and fall of Tim’s chest.

After half an hour of sitting in the same awkward position, you get up to do a turn about the room and stretch your limbs; you’re just rolling out the stiffness of your neck when you hear a dry, gravely croak:

“Shutterbug…”

“Tim!! You’re awake!” you rush to the side of his bed, ready to cry happy tears, “How are you feeling, Detective?”

“I feel… groggy. And my shoulder feels… tight,” Tim looks down at his right shoulder with a frown, brow furrowing upon finding it wrapped in bandages beneath his hospital gown, “Oh. I was shot.”

His candour would be comical if the words themselves didn’t still make your chest tighten. Trying to stamp down your worry, you search Tim’s handsome face, “Does it hurt?”

Detective Rockford silently contemplates his shoulder, needing a moment for his thoughts to catch up with his observations before answering, “No, it just feels weird. I must be on a lot of drugs.”

You nod indulgently, “Do you remember what happened, baby?”

A far-off look overtakes Tim’s striking features as he attempts to recall, “We were on a raid.” He pauses, then frowns, “Mr. Pie was supposed to be there.” Unwittingly, you hold your breath, nervous for what’s to come.

“He got away,” the lines on Tim’s face deepen as they crease in concentration, frustration at the memory evident, “His guards shot at us.” To this, you let loose a soft noise of despair, causing Tim’s countenance to relax in sympathy, “I pushed Calloway.” Ah ha, you think, momentarily distracted, what Arnie said earlier in the hall makes sense now.

“Then… you.”

“Me?” your focus drawn back to Detective Rockford, confused.

“I saw you, Shutterbug. When I got hit, it was like a firecracker exploded... but I didn’t feel any pain. You appeared with a calming glow, keeping me protected and warm. Your comforting face was the last thing I remember before everything went dark, and now here you are again, having guided me to safety. My own personal angel.”

You don’t know how much of this is true or just the drugs talking, but you can’t help but be touched by your fiancé’s sweet words, “Oh Tim, I’m so glad you came back to me safe.” Tenderly brushing Tim’s hair off his forehead, you remember Dr. Rabinovitch’s instructions, “I’m going to go get the doctor, okay? I’ll be right back.” Leaning down, you press a soft kiss to Tim’s brow and place your hand over the one he has resting on his chest, giving it reassuring squeeze.

“Oh no!!”

Starting from your detective’s sudden exclamation, you fuss over him, worried, “What’s wrong, Detective? Does something hurt?”

“You’re… you…” Tim’s eyes are sad, his face scrunched up like he’s in pain, “you’re engaged?!?”

Amused, you follow the line of Tim’s stare to see that he’s gawking at the ring on your left hand. Oh goodness, he’s so high! Holding up the offending hand, you try not to laugh, “Yes, I’m engaged.”

“Then… then, I’m too late!! I don’t know why I thought I had a chance… you’re so beautiful and kind, of course you’re spoken for…” Tim’s hangdog expression would be downright humourous if he didn’t look quite so miserable. Suddenly, his head snaps up, expression sharp, “Is he good to you?”

Nodding, you say softly, voice warm and emotional, “Very.”

Tim’s face falls and he looks like he might start to cry, “Good. You only deserve the best, Shutterbug.”

“And I’ve got it,” you earnestly reassure him, “My fiancé is amazing - he treats me like a princess and makes me feel safe and loved every minute of every day.”

“Okay.” Sniffle. “He better.” Sniff, sniff. “If he didn’t… I would… I’m a cop! Do you know I’m a cop?”

“Yes, Tim, I know you’re a cop,” you giggle at his drug induced, crestfallen look, “You don’t have to worry, Detective. I’m very well taken care of.”

“Your fiancé is a lucky guy.”

“You know,” bringing your hand up to gently stroke Tim’s cheek, you run your fingers through his facial scruff, eyes full of affection as you smile at him, “I’m fairly certain that I’m the lucky one.”

Closing his eyes, Tim hums in appreciation at the soothing gesture, “Gorgeous, you can’t give me false hope like this. I’m willing to fight your fiancé for you.”

“Tim, you’re my fiancé.”

Detective Rockford’s eyes fly open, saucer like in disbelief, “Me?”

“Yes, Tim, you,” you beam at the dramatic change in the man’s demeanor.

“I asked you to marry me?” he uses his mobile arm to point at himself, still unsure that you’ve got the right guy, “And you said yes?”

Isn’t it obvious, Silly? Tilting your head, you make sure to lock your eyes to Tim’s, “Of course, I said yes! You’re the most wonderful man I’ve ever known, Tim – I can’t think of anything I would rather do than spend the rest of my life with you.”

Detective Rockford’s rugged features melt into a dreamy expression, “You’re really going to be my wife?”

“And proud of it,” you declare with gusto.

“Huh!” He grins to himself, dopey and in awe, “Well, good for me!”

Leaning in and laying a sweet kiss to Tim’s waiting lips, you grin against his growing smile, “Good for me, too. I’m going to get the doctor now. And let your friends know you’re awake – half the precinct is lined up in the hall waiting for some good news. I’m sure they’d love to see you.”

“Well send them in, baby! If they want good news, I’ve got it: my dream girl said 'yes'!”

Laughing, you head towards the door; just as you’re turning the knob you hear, “Mrs. Rockford?” and spin back around to see what Tim might need.

“Okay, wow, I was just testing it out but I LOVE IT!”

“I think I’m going to ask the Dr. Rabinovitch how long it’ll take for this anaesthesia to wear off,” you giggle, “I’ll be right back, baby.”

“Come back to me safe, Shutterbug.”

“Nothing could keep me from you, Detective. I love you,” you blow Tim a kiss that he clumsily tries to catch, grasping his left hand wildly in the air before clutching it to his chest and laying back against his pillow, happy, “I love you more.”

Still chuckling to yourself, you head out into the hospital corridor to let the waiting cops know that Detective Timothy Rockford is going to be just fine.

A follow-up entitled 'Nice and Slow', taking place during Tim's recovery, has been written for @baronessvonglitter's Noun-iversary creative challenge and will be posted in June (oh! That's next week, where has the time gone??) for Adriana's Tumblr anniversary 🥳🥳!

Tagging a few people who have enjoyed Timmy and Shutterbug's stories in the past (thank you!): @milla-frenchy @lillaydee @sunnytuliptime @kulekehe @nandan11

@inept-the-magnificent @aurorawritestoescape @sawymredfox @harriedandharassed @greenwitchfromthewoods

@tuquoquebrute @vie-is-punk @misstokyo7love

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angelsluva · 2 months ago

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“i think i like u”

Hamzahthefantastic x influencerreader! ⚠: fluff, male erection, slightly suggestive, & smoking wrd count: 1.9k

part 3 | navi

yourusername

: sandwich, matcha, and @heavn?....

hamzahthefantastic: girlll got me nervous and shi 😅 ↳ yourusername: shhh, don't rat yourself out.

user69: YES HEAVN COLLAB!!! ↳ heavn: would have never saw it coming...(we did) ↳ hamzahthefantastic: me neither

mandys_iphone: boyfriend im nervous

clairedrakee: girlll marry meeeeewewww

user223432: again with this mysterious boy ↳ yourusername: can't get enough of him, truly 😔

You woke up to your phone's alarm going off right next to your ear. You groaned looking for the phone next to you as you read the time, 10:40 a.m. . A while ago you were sent an email from 'heavn' by Marc Jacobs about a shoot they wanted you for. You also found out Hamzah was also sent an email . With that you were 100% going to do it.

You yawned one last time and shot up from your bed as you looked at the view from your huge balcony. You fixed your bed, used the bathroom, and took a shower. The cold water cooled your nerves down a little. Regardless being a model, you still got very anxious during the shoots. You hoped out the shower scrubbing your worries away and applied a soft makeup look. You added lip liner and blow dried your hair. You gave your face a couple more touches after slipping on to some jeans and a small white tank. You grabbed your bag and made your way out the door. Suddenly you got a notification from the one and only, Hamzah.

Hamzah -> Got you matchaaaa 😆😻

You hated how much he knew you already. You drove yourself to Martin and Hamzah's studio which was a couple minutes away. You nervously grabbed your bag from the passengers as you walked to the entrance of the huge building. As you were walking to the door you felt a pair of hands grab your shoulders as you whipped your head back as quick as lighting. "Fuck! Hamzah!" You yelled slightly pushing him as he giggled. You crossed your arms laughing with him too. "Just thought you may have needed someone to wake you up, After you." He said swinging the door open for you. You walked into the cold hallways of the building making it to the third floor.

"Taa-daa! Welcome to the Slushynoobz office! Aka, my second home!" He grinned as you walked into a huge office with a lot of space and random displays everywhere. He closed the door behind you giving you your matcha he had bought you. "Aww thanks!" You gave him a quick side hug as he waved his hands towards their green screen. You followed behind him as you saw Martin, Chase, and a couple of their other assistants.

"Hello everyone!" You waved as you walked up to everyone individually giving everyone hugs. "Hello, I'm Liam. I'm with Heaven and I'll be shooting you and Hamzah today!" A guy smiled with a heavy camera in his hand. "Perfect! Y/n, nice to meet you!" You grinned sitting down on the couch next to Hamzah.

"Well let's get started! Hamzah and Y/n, here are the patches for you two." He handed a small starface compacts to you and Hamzah, "Feel free to just apply them anywhere on your face and let me know when you two are ready!" You opened the compact mirror and saw the many cool deigns on each sticker.

"Ooo, I want this one. I just don't know where to put it!" he shoved a heart sticker in your face, "Okay, okay! let me see!" you giggled as you took it from his hands. He was face to face with you as you slowly felt him get closer to you. You analyzed his whole face. The closest you've been. You looked at his smooth lips, his neat eyebrows, and his perfect blemish's around his cheeks. You tried your hardest not to look into his deep brown eyes knowing you'd get lost in them. He slowly smiled softly looking all over face too.

Chase, the person who records 90% of the behind the scene's captured the two of you giggling in each others faces. He giggled behind the camera.

"Okay, here..." You smiled applying the sticker on the apple of his cheek. "Okay do me now!" You handed him a star sticker. Your face a couple inches from his. He hummed scanning through your face. He'd do so for hours. He couldn't help getting a little red. He took his hand putting your hair behind your ear giving him more exposure. "Uhh, there!" He hesitated pressing against your forehead. You giggled as his lips curled. You both decided to have matching stickers in the same place right under your eyes.

"Alright I'm done here" you said closing your compact mirror, "Same" Hamzah followed you to the green screen. You hoped in front of the green screen first as you confidently looked straight into the camera. You striked many silly poses just for fun as you were able to catch Hamzah through the corner of your eye. Eyes glued to you. You still had sudden thought crash into your mind, what if he was just giving you the same energy back and doesn't actually like you? Ouch. You were embarrassed to even admit to yourself you do like him.

"So glad we got you, y/n." Liam clicked the camera as you smiled. You blew a kiss to the camera as you giggled.

"perfect! Your so good y/n, I'll have you switch out with Hamzah now!" Liam gave you a quick smirk as he held his thumb up to you as you nodded. You switched out with Hamzah as he was in front of the green screen now. His hands behind his back nervously looking into the camera.

"You guys did great! Thank you so much again!" Liam said reaching for a hug, "Thank you!" You replied patting his back softly, "An honor by the way, I've seen your shoot for Margiela and it was dope" he smiled as he dabbed up Hamzah not taking his eyes off you. Hamzah grew a growing jealousy in his head as he noticed how much he had been complimenting you. Saying how 'good you were'? Liam packed up as he was now out the door. You plopped onto the couch as Hamzah followed you. "An honor?" Hamzah tsk'd as you furrowed your eyebrows at you. "What?" You laughed setting your drink down, "Was I not good enough!? Not a single word came out of his mouth when I was up there! Oh but when he was taking pictures of you he was saying all this stuff! God does that guy not have any respect or equality!?" Hamzah said sassy. "Maybe because he liked y/n more than you Hamzah...?" Chase added. "He was kissing your feet dude! He wanted somethin'!" Hamzah looked towards you as you smirked in response. "Your Jealous! Hamzah's Jelly!" You teased as Chase laughed. "Dude! I'm not!" Hamzah fought in response "It's just...Ugh!" Hamzah laughed to cover his jealousy. "It's okay Hamzah, we already know!" Chase instigated.

You hung out with Chase, Martin, and Hamzah until night at their office talking about future Collab's or brainstorming in general. You laid beside Hamzah leaning towards him as the warm laptop sat on his lap. He scrolled through emails as he noticed you dozing off. He looked towards you as he shook your thigh, "You alright?" He questioned as you nodded back, "Just tired." You sat up straight. Hamzah's face seemed like if a bulb went off in his head as he shut the laptop closed. "you smoke?" He questioned as you nodded. "I got a pre-roll in my car. Wanna?" He said placing the laptop on the small table as you grinned and smiled. "My place." You said lowly as he turned to stone.

You both drove to your place as you said your 'Goodbye's' to everyone in the office. His car parked right next to your extra parking place as you shut the car door. He pulled out the small bag he had the pre-roll in, "Hamzah, I said my place. MY place." You tilted your head towards the elevator. "Uh, you sure?" He stuffed the bag into his pocket as you grabbed his hand dragging him to the elevator. You creaked open your door as all the lights were off except the small lamp in your living room and the huge windows seeping in the busy lights of Toronto into your apartment. You kicked your shoes off as you Hamzah did too. "I have a balcony, we can go there! Or unless you prefer inside?" You said pulling a hoodie over your head as he pointed to the Balcony.

The lighter brightened his face as he sparked up the blunt. He pressed gently on an ash tray you had between the two chairs you had outside your balcony. "So, you live by yourself?" He questioned lowly blowing a cloud of smoke from his mouth. "Mhm, I prefer It like this." You grabbed the blunt from in between his fingers. His mind was quickly sent into a small blur as he laid back. Although the blunt had the strongest strand, he still was bugged by the Liam guy. "Do they always do that?" he hummed looking towards you as you lightly pressed the blunt against your chair passing it to him. "Do what?" you questioned as he huffed, "D'they always bother you like that. Like Liam?" He said lowly as you giggled. "It was way worse In Cali. That's why I moved here, hey at least he was tame. I've heard worse." You looked at Hamzah who's eyes were glued to you. "I got a little carried away, sorry" he licked his lips as you chuckled, "It's okay." You replied. Smoke blew from each others mouths for about 30 more minutes as you both went inside.

"fuck, I should have let you know..." Hamzah sighed as you laughed from how high the two of you were. "You need to stop apologizing so much Hamzah" You giggled as he chuckled smirking, "I just get nervous..." He said sparking the blunt out as you raised your eyebrow. "Nervous?" You questioned as he felt himself get red. "Yeah.." He admitted as he placed the blunt back into the bag. He avoided looking at you for now. You sat next to him on the couch. You looked at his red, glossy eyes as he looked at yours. His eyes traced down to your lips. He could die. Your beauty marks that scattered all over your face. "I'm starting to think it's not the weed that gets you nervous..." You said softly as you placed your legs on top of his lap as his hand was quick to lay on top of them. His face grew red as you felt his heat from his body radiate to his. Licking his lips on last time as he tilted his head softly placing your lips on yours. His hands crawling to your waist as you pushed harder to the kiss. Your hand seeped to the back of his curls, untangling them softly. “Do…I make you nervous?” You hummed in between kisses. His tongue seeped into your mouth as he restrained him self from you. His lips parted suddenly from yours as his eyes were wide open. His lips were a glossy pink from your lip gloss. "Hamzah your lips!" You laughed as he was flustered from what just happened. His palm dragged across his lips as a streak of glittery gloss was streaked onto his hand. "Y/n!" He groaned, "Where's your bathroom?" He questioned as he lifted your legs off him lightly as you pointed across the living room. He slammed the door as he felt the growing pain in between his legs. His jeans were definitely not doing him justice. He washed your lip gloss off his lips as pulled his hoodie down. He didn't know how he'd walk out like this.

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→ “little things.” || ahn yujin x reader fic.

— being away from weeks too long from your girlfriend has led you into thinking all the horrible things about yourself that you thought you had shut down long ago, but of course yujin wouldn't let that slide...

word count: 6.3k.

dynamic: soft dom!ahn yujin x sub!reader.

warnings: hurt/comfort (emphasis on hurt...), angst, reader suffers a depressive episode, praises, reassurance, cunnilingus, fingering.

requested?: yes!

a/n: 2/4 requested fics done! we're almost there! i hope the anon that requested this months ago is still lurking around to read this, and i hope they're in a better place now as they told me that this request came to be because of their struggles ;~; anon, please know that you are loved by a lot of people no matter what you may think of yourself ❤️‍🩹 i hope you all will love this fic as much as i loved writing it 💞 definitely hit a little close to home 😆

your girlfriend loved you more than it was humanly possible to love another person, but you were somehow convinced that she didn’t.

because how could she? she’s ahn yujin—a top-class idol, a beloved entertainer widely known throughout the country and even the damn world! she’s the leader of one of south korea’s best girl groups in history, she’s so famous that her face is plastered all over billboards, ads, articles, posters, screens… ahn yujin was a real treasure. and you? a mere secretary in a moderately famous game company. it was the real workings of fate that made you and yujin meet right outside of your company building where you were crying at the bottom of the stairs that led to the entrance doors after receiving yet another senseless sermon from your boss. yujin just so happened to be walking her precious dog in the area and was kind enough to waste her time comforting a stranger.

though at the time, you hadn’t known it was yujin due to her being disguised as a random passerby. that was until she took off her hat, face mask, and colored hair extensions that you finally realized where you’d seen those cute dimples before—the tv screens. you didn’t make a big fuss out of being face to face with a literal golden celebrity, and yujin appreciated that a lot. so much so that she opted to stay with you on the concrete until she was able to lift your spirits. of course the two of you said your goodbyes, but both of you knew in your hearts that you would meet again someday.

and that proved to be true merely three weeks later; when all six members of ive, as well as their staff members, graced the conference room in a meeting for a collaboration with one of your company’s most popular games. you and yujin stared at each other with soft smiles and loudly-beating hearts—it was the start of a warm friendship, and an even warmer relationship when yujin finally got the guts to ask you out on a date after having been friends and colleagues for a year.

now, in your sixth year as a couple, you should be happier than ever. you’ve created the most euphoric of memories with yujin, shared the loveliest of promise rings, kissed the best of kisses, and you’ve even sworn to each other that when things calm down on yujin’s end then the two of you would settle in together, live in the same house, and eventually, if fate allows it so, get married. it all had been exciting, of course. you knew that yujin was the love of your life and that you would be the luckiest girl in the world to be her wife, but there has always been this tiny little voice in your mucked-up brain that is always telling you things you didn’t want to be true… and yet they might be.

that you might not be enough for yujin.

that you’re nothing but a problem to yujin.

that somebody else was better for yujin.

that you are not at all loved by yujin.

for a while, you blocked this voice out because not only did yujin make sure that you know that she loves you, she made you feel it. whether it was from her kisses, her touch, her thoughtful gifts, the meals she cooked for you, the late night drives she always takes you on every other friday, and even from the way she simply looked at you; you could feel every single drop of the love she held for you, and there was a lot. however, you hadn’t been able to shake the voice off for a while now and it didn’t help that you and yujin hadn’t seen each other for quite some time due to both of you being abnormally busy.

you always hated doubting yujin, but it wasn’t your fault. between the weeks you’ve been apart, the less-than-thirty-minutes calls on yujin’s breaks, and every text where yujin tells you that she can’t spend the night with you, it was easy to believe that she might be pulling away. something you hated even more than doubting your girlfriend is asking yourself the ‘what if?’ questions: “what if i’m bothering her?”, “what if i’m distracting her?”, “what if she’s come to hate me?”, “what if she met someone else?”, and the worst of it all, “what if she’s falling out of love?”

ridiculous and stupid to think about, let alone even entertain the thought. but that damn voice…

that damn voice has led you to barely eating breakfast before you left for work today. it led you to perform your tasks poorly at work, but you were lucky that your new boss (the old one, the asshole, was fired a few years ago for verbally abusing his employees) was understanding and kind and let it all slide. it led you to skipping lunch completely, making you work for nine hours straight with barely any breaks. it led you to collapsing on your bed after you’d gotten home, sobbing pathetically into your pillow when you realized that yujin hasn’t sent you a single text today at all.

shit, what if the voice was right?

you fell asleep in your bed crying that night, in your work clothes and all. you had a dreamless sleep, but it wasn’t the kind of dreamless that was comforting or funny in a way you could make fun of it for being nothing. it was the kind that weighed heavily in your heart when you woke up and didn’t see your girlfriend snoring right beside you. and not even in your dreams did you get a chance to see her. how cruel.

you could barely get yourself to stand up and make a small breakfast—you knew yujin wouldn’t like it if she caught you skipping your meals. and right after that, you dragged your feet in the bathroom and had the saddest shower of your life. at least you didn’t have to cry all that much in there. it was pure silence from your end, with only the sound of the water running and the faint noises of the television in your room accompanying you while you washed yourself. you couldn’t remember the last time you had taken a shower with your girlfriend, it was always one of your favorite things to do with her but only because you liked the way she would insist on washing your hair and how she would smile so brightly when you agreed.

ah, great. now you miss her even more.

you couldn’t bring yourself to do much after that shower. you bundled yourself up with blankets and stared blankly at the television, waiting until another day without yujin passes. much to your annoyance, time was moving a lot slower than usual. as if the universe wanted to shove it in your face that you’re spending all this time alone. you think your phone buzzed a few times, but you didn’t even have the energy to turn your head and look at it. instead, your mind wanders to the possibility that it was anyone but yujin that was trying to contact you, and that just made your heart waver.

you let yourself wallow in your own sadness in the darkness of your room, crying softly and quietly. maybe if you disappear underneath all of your pillows and blankets then yujin will finally forget about you. would she say “good riddance”? you hated that thought, but you wouldn’t blame yujin if that was how she felt. soon enough, you’ve completely lost your sense of time. your eyes hurt from crying, your head throbbed with so much pain that you wanted to get medicine just to get it to shut up but you couldn’t be bothered to move an inch from where you were, and your entire body aches from having been in the same position for hours.

you begged the earth to swallow you whole, but not before erasing the memory of your existence from everyone’s minds completely just to spare yujin the pain of losing someone she loves. loved.

it was getting hard to keep your eyes open, especially when all you’ve been doing was cry your heart out. despite everything, you were afraid of what your fragile mind would do once you wake up without yujin by your side again. she never even liked it when you got something as small as a papercut. you can’t imagine how she would react if…

god, what were you thinking? how did you get here? is this really going to be your life whenever yujin wasn’t around to help you keep your demons at bay? you are stronger than this. you know that better than anyone. better than what they all give you credit for. get up. you repeated those two words like a prayer in your head until your body cooperated with you—sitting up and leaning your back against the headboard. good job. you took that untouched glass of water from the night table and took one big sip. that’s even better. small steps for others, but very big for you. it was enough for you to decide to not allow your mind to wander and focus on something. you wouldn’t feel any better (it was never that quick), but at least you wouldn’t be thinking about such horrible things.

and when you started getting lost in the cooking show that was playing on the television, it was impossible for you to hear the door to your dingy apartment creak open.

ahn yujin was home. finally. she could drop to her knees and cry right at your adorable ‘welcome’ mat by the door. your scent was all over your apartment and it was enough to immediately relieve the young celebrity of all of her worries and stress. she had been hoping to find you scuttling about in your kitchen since you loved reading your cookbooks there and checking if you had the correct ingredients for a dish or dessert you want to whip up impulsively, and as soon as yujin spotted you, she would’ve jumped into your arms and kiss you until you were sick of her lips on your skin. she missed you so much and all she wanted to do was be with you and celebrate the collection of good news that she has for you… but even before seeing pretty much all the lights in your apartment turned off, yujin knew something was horribly wrong.

yujin had been busy the whole day. from filming for variety shows, brand photoshoots, and magazine interviews, she didn’t have much time to do anything else. she had all the energy for it though but not because she just so happened to love her job, but she also knew that after all of it was over, she could finally go home to the love of all her lives and do everything she has been wanting to do with her without interruptions. as soon as she changed out of her work clothes and got her makeup off, yujin texted you. she told you she missed you, asked you to get ready ahead of time because she was going to pick you up and take you out on a short drive around the city before sitting down for a romantic dinner with a breathtaking view of the sunset in her friend’s fancy restaurant.

but you never replied to her messages. you didn’t even see them. that was the first sign and truthfully, it was all yujin needed to know. yujin knew you wouldn’t be doing much today so surely you would have at least tried to look at her messages even if you were occupied with something. rather than getting pouty about it, yujin was instead really worried. what if you were angry with her because she hasn’t been with you for so long? she couldn’t imagine someone so mature like you would get mad at something she can’t control and you have been apart from each other like this before and there weren’t any problems then! but… maybe that was just what you made it look like so yujin wouldn’t have to lose her head thinking about your well-being.

which would be insane, by the way. yujin believes that she isn’t the smartest person alive, but she should know when the woman closest to her heart is having a hard time. she should… and somehow she managed to not. yujin stands frozen in the cold kitchen, realizing that all this time, you were probably just putting up a strong front for her. and every day she was gone, you were dealing with things she should’ve been helping you with instead of just leaving it all for until she comes back home to you. fuck.

panic rises in yujin when she doesn’t see the lights turned on in the vacant bedroom either. if you weren’t trying to cook or waiting for yujin in the living room while getting some reading done, you would be in that bedroom working. so now yujin knows that you were holed up in your bedroom, and that alone was enough to send her running all the way to the other side of your small apartment, ready to burst through your door… until she gets a hold of herself. she prayed to the gods that you were okay, and that you were unharmed. she could hear the faint, muffled sounds of your favorite cooking show inside but you weren’t laughing.

an eerily silent (y/n) was never a good sign. slowly, yujin turned the knob and opened the door. she finds her heart breaking in two when she sees you curled up in your bed. you were barely even watching the show. between the half empty glass of water in the night table, your dirty work clothes in disarray on the carpeted floor, your adorable and fluffy panda indoor slippers haphazardly shoved underneath your bed, and the fucking pitiful state that you were in, it didn’t take yujin a split second to even know that it was definitely one of those days for you… but so much worse than what she was used to seeing.

“(y/n), honey…?”

yujin doesn’t wait for a response. she sits on the small empty spot beside you as you weakly and slowly turn around to face her. you looked exhausted. your eyes were red, puffy, and half-lidded which yujin assumes were from crying. she hated that she hadn’t been with you throughout all of this, as in at all. when she was gone, she could barely message and call you and even when she got home, she would still be occupied with something work-related or she would be too exhausted to do anything else. she needed to make it up to you. she has to. starting now.

“i’m home,” yujin brushes your hair away from your face. she leans down and gives you a kiss on the forehead, and she stays still for a few seconds to truly savor the moment of being back in your presence after such a long time. she felt safe, she was at peace. away from the cameras, the lights, and the fake smiles. now she has to return the favor. “i’m sorry i took so long…” yujin lays in bed with you, taking your figure into her arms and allowing you to melt into her after weeks too long. yujin fully expected you to cry and break down, and she truly would have just let you while pouring all of her love to you… but you were damn near silent.

there was no way you were angry. if you were, you wouldn’t even hug yujin nor would you let her come near you at all. you nestled your face comfortably on her chest, holding her like you don’t even want her to think of going anywhere else. not even a few minutes since yujin joined you and the two of you were already a mess of tangled limbs in your bed due to how close you held onto her—it was enough proof of just how much you missed her. if it hadn’t been for the fact that the television was on, yujin wouldn’t have been able to see the deep solemn look in your eyes as you looked up at her. the silence weighed heavily in the air; both of you had things to say to each other but there was so much that neither of you knew where to start.

however, now that she was in your arms, you had no problem just going back to hiding your face in the crook of her neck and just appreciating how you didn’t have to go even longer without her. yujin didn’t dare to complain, of course. whatever you thought you needed, she would happily give you and if silently cuddling was just that, then so be it. you stayed like that for a whole half hour, only occasionally raising your head to look at yujin as if not looking at her for too long would make her disappear suddenly. but no, yujin has been away from you for too long that at this point she doesn’t even want to leave your side ever again.

“i thought you’d forget about me.”

you spoke so suddenly and that yujin thought she must’ve imagined it. she feels you clutch her shirt tightly, and what she doesn’t know is that you were fighting back your tears. you wanted to celebrate having your girlfriend back, of course, but your sadness managed to beat your delight for once. this time, you couldn’t stop your fears from showing and as much as you didn’t want yujin to lose her head comforting you, you also just needed her to tell you that it was all going to be okay.

meanwhile, yujin couldn’t believe what she was hearing. she hoped that you wouldn’t take her silence the wrong way; she was only processing your question in her head to make sure that did hear it correctly. forget you?

“that’s impossible. why would i?” she was quite offended by the question, actually. but that was something she’ll make fun of another day.

“i thought that perhaps being around other successful, accomplished people could wake you up and make you see that… that i’m worthless compared to all of them,” you refused to meet yujin’s eyes as you spoke. you knew you would just break into tears and nothing would be solved. “that’s what everybody used to say… remember? during the first few months after our relationship got leaked to the public. a ‘normie’ dating ahn yujin… i was afraid you’d start to think that way too after being gone for so long.”

that indeed was quite the dark time. yujin fought tooth and nail to tell everyone that you were worthy of her and if anything, she was the lucky one in this relationship because you’re so perfect in her eyes. she got scolded by her management for being unprofessional when she got worked up on live television about it all but it was worth it making those rude entertainers shut up and avoid her gaze for the rest of filming. not one person dared to speak ill about you around yujin ever again after that, not even in online articles and gossip sites! especially after they saw how inexplicably happy she was to be with you.

yujin thought you could see that, too. she smiled the biggest when she was with you, laughed the loudest, and shined the brightest too. so hearing you say all of this… well, to say that yujin was in disbelief would be an understatement.

“(y/n)... you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. what more could i ask for than meeting and falling in love with the most amazing girl in the world?” yujin hoped that this would be enough to ease your worries enough that you could finally look her in the eye, but instead you let go of her and rolled to your other side—away from her. any other day those words would’ve been enough to make you smile and tease yujin for being such a cornball despite the seriousness of the situation… but today, you cried instead.

yujin, however, doesn’t miss a beat. she wraps her arms around your waist and kisses your shoulder, “i love you. no matter what you think—i love you.” she spoke every word with conviction. her tone strong enough for you to not only accept her words but absorb it in every fiber of your being. yujin holds you tightly as you cried in her arms, whispering words of affirmation here and there while also peppering your shoulders, neck, and ear with her soft kisses. she wouldn’t even care if this was what the two of you did for the rest of the day, just as long as she gets to see you smile and be yourself again.

for yujin, that was when you were the most beautiful—being happy and unapologetically you.

neither of you bothered to keep track of how long you were in that position, but you did eventually stop crying. the television kept on playing its shows, the sun had started to set outside your closed blinds, and yujin was finally starting to feel all the work she’d done in the day catch up to her body. she had assumed that you’ve fallen asleep with how quiet and still you’ve gotten… but then you finally faced her again. this time, you were staring right in her eyes. and as if this was the first time you’ve done it, yujin’s heart skips a beat.

“i missed you so much… i couldn’t spend another day without you.” you told her in a weak, raspy voice.

yujin smiles, “me too. i’m so happy i get to be here, finally...” she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. she takes her time to get familiar with your features once again, all while unknowingly leaning closer and closer to you. you close your eyes, waiting for what you have been needing for the longest time, until yujin gets a hold of her senses and finally puts her lips on yours. it might have been the softest kiss you’ve shared with her as yujin was careful with the way her lips moved against yours. but even a kiss as heavenly as this was enough to fill your heart with flowers… so when yujin slowly makes her way on top of you whilst her kisses get hungrier, your stomach was a storm of butterflies.

you started to unbutton her loose casual dress shirt, an act that mildly upset you since yujin looked so handsome in it… but she looked better with it off, and you needed to feel her skin on yours. once you’ve dropped the shirt on the floor beside your bed, your hands glide down yujin’s back with your heart beating erratically at the feeling of her muscles beneath your fingertips. yujin slots a knee in between your legs and thank goodness for that actually—the buzz in your core was not going to go away by itself, after all.

yujin’s lips were now on your neck, eager to leave a mark on every inch of your skin tht was visible while pressing her knee against your clothed pussy. you moaned, your pretty voice making yujin’s ears tingle and raising her excitement enough to slide a hand inside your shirt and cup your bare boob. you started to slowly grind against her knee, sighing blissfully at the feeling. you weren’t a big fan of… playing with yourself to satisfy your needs if yujin just so happened to be gone. her hands always knew you so much better than you did yourself. because not only did she know your heart, but she knew your body too. knew exactly which spots to hit, which part of your skin to suck on to get the most noises out of you, and how you like it all best.

when you moan again after yujin brushes a finger across your hardened nipple, she raises her head with fear in her irises. “t-this… probably isn’t the right time for this, isn’t it? god… i’m sorry, baby, i-i went overboard… i just wanted to kiss you but… i couldn’t resist touching you too…” yujin says with those adorable puppy eyes. always have to be such a gentlewoman, this one. it was one of your main reasons for falling in love with her as that aspect of her made her so much more charming in your eyes.

as soon as you feel her moving her hand away, you stop her. “this is the perfect time, hon. i missed you… and right now, all i want is your hands on me.” you trap her knee in between your legs and press harder against it, showing yujin just how much you wanted her to touch you.

yujin was still uncertain about it all, however. “a-are you sure? we don’t have to if you’re not feeling we—”

“yujin,” you said sternly. you took her face in your hands and kissed her nose, finally smiling at her. yujin feels her heart making a mess inside her ribcage. “believe me. i’m sure.” after six whole years of dating, you still manage to make it feel like she was falling in love at first sight all over again. you’ve both grown as people since your little meet-cute, of course, but to yujin, you will always be that beautiful girl on the steps of that dingy building with the prettiest pair of eyes yujin has ever seen. and so with your confirmation, yujin was no longer hesitant to grab the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head.

she was touching you in a way that reminded you of your first intimate night together all those years ago. nervous touches, and even more nervous kisses. even the way yujin was adamant to take things as slowly and steadily as possible was the same. you didn’t complain, though. as much as you wanted your girlfriend to get it going already, you also wanted to savor this moment and make the night last. judging by how yujin hasn’t told you any devastating news about her schedule staying busy yet, you figured that the two of you now have all the time in the world to be together… so hell, why not take your time?

yujin places her hands on your hips as she sits up, opting to stare at you and ogle at your perfect body for seconds too long. she was just as desperate to feel you as you were desperate for her to show you how much she missed you, but her disciplined hands kept her from doing anything too rash. it was adorable—how glaringly obvious it was that yujin just wanted to rip your clothes off and take you however she wants to, but being the sweetheart she is, she acts according to your wants and needs. she then went on to unbutton and unzip your jean shorts, but she doesn’t pull it off of you. she slides her hand underneath the waistband of your panties and moans at the feeling of your bare cunt on her fingers.

“mmhn… i missed touching you… you have no idea how many times i wanted to walk out of a set to go home to you, and listen to something so much more pleasant than a director telling me how to do my job,” yujin parts your lips with two of her fingers and uses a third to slowly feel up your slit. you were drenched already. obviously you’ve wanted this for such a long time that no one can blame you for getting wet so easily. “do you know what that is, darling?” yujin asks. she lowers herself to your chest and gives your nipple a scrutinizingly slow lick before catching it in her warm mouth.

you were too focused on the feeling to answer her question. your hand digs through yujin’s hair, gripping it and pushing her head closer while simultaneously grinding your hips faster on her hand. yujin dips two fingers inside of your pussy but stops there, opening her eyes and letting go of your nipple, “your voice. let me hear you.” she finally shoves both fingers inside your cunt, relishing in the way you arched your back and allowed your beautiful voice to invade her ears.

you were tight around her fingers, as always. it was just how yujin liked it. something about how her fingers can’t always move in and out smoothly because your walls loved to just suck her in always made her embarrassingly wet. her next favorite thing was watching you as she fucked you; your pretty face making all sorts of expressions at every thrust and every brush of her thumb against your clit just scratched the right parts in yujin’s brain. she can’t help but want more, and more she will certainly take. yujin feels horrible about not being there enough for you during such a hard time… she should’ve figured that leaving you alone with barely anything to distract you would’ve hurt you the way it did.

“i should’ve called more… i should’ve ignored all the risks of my manager nagging at me and visited you, even just for a short while…” yujin peppers your chest with kisses as her pace increases. you couldn’t even be bothered to say anything to her—not when you were overwhelmed with how good she filled you up with only two fingers. every time her palm slammed against your wrist with how hard she was fucking you now, all the embarrassing whines and moans you tried holding back were free to be heard… but it turns out that yujin loved it all so much so there was nothing to be shy about at all.

so you stopped being self-conscious about it all, allowing all of the sinful noises to come out of your mouth just as yujin liked it. while you were busy getting lost in the pleasure, yujin had lowered herself enough to be kissing your stomach. pure desire radiated from her dark eyes, and you didn’t even notice that she had pulled off both your shorts and panties from your body until you could feel her hot breath fanning against your pussy. she pulls her fingers out, but quickly replaces the void inside you with her tongue. she knew that you were the weakest when she used her mouth on you so she was quick to intertwine your fingers to keep you grounded and focused on all of the feelings she was giving you without being too overwhelmed by it all.

“ahh.. mmn… you must’ve missed this too, huh, baby?” yujin opens her eyes and looks up at you with a grin. you were already making quite the mess on her face, but really, that wasn’t entirely your fault. yujin liked it messy, and if she could, she would make you cum to the point of showering herself in your juices but she wanted to take it easy tonight. for you, of course. between you covering your face with your arm, your chest heaving up and down from you taking deep breaths, and your grip on yujin’s hand getting tighter by the second, it was all enough for yujin to keep doing what she does best.

she ate you out like it was her first and last time, too. humming and moaning in approval while she was either deep inside your walls with her tongue or as she sucked on your sensitive clit. the latter action made your legs shake and grab yujin’s hair, not caring about her seeing all the faces you were going to make the longer she went about using her tongue on the hard bud. she put one hand on your inner thigh and pushed it back, opening your legs up even more for an easier time and actually ending up digging her nails on your skin with how hard you were gripping her scalp. she liked the pain and you were going crazy over the pleasure she gave you; it was a win-win!

every time you whined her name, it only adds to yujin’s ever-growing need to give you the best orgasm you’ve had in a while. or even ever. “god… you’re so fucking pretty. i must’ve… heh.. saved the fucking planet in another life or something… or else it doesn’t make sense how i just so happened to meet a goddess in this lifetime…” yujin smiles at you as she says this, giggling at how you blushed wildly and looked away. yujin believed in her heart that you were the most beautiful girl she would ever meet in her life—you just happened to be too humble to accept the alleged ‘facts’ that your lovely girlfriend believed.

deciding that you probably can’t take anymore teasing, yujin presses her thumb on your clit and pushes her tongue back inside you. she proceeds on rubbing your clit harshly, wincing slightly as you were starting to hurt her with your nails on her scalp. the noises that you released gave yujin nothing short of ecstasy, only encouraging her to be better, go deeper, until you finally, finally let go of yourself on her tongue. delicious. yujin keeps her lips on your pussy as you cum, slurping up your juices as best as she can, yet never having enough to actually get herself to stop.

it was a few minutes after you’ve come down from your high and yujin was giving your exhausted cunt the tiniest of licks that she heard something new. something she hadn’t heard before when the two of you got intimate like this. she missed a few others as the sound of her sucking up your wetness with so much hunger and desperation toppled over literally every other noise, but yujin was sure that she didn’t mistake that noise when she did finally hear it. a soft, tiny sob… coming from you.

you’ve been crying, and yujin had been unaware. “oh, no… i’m so sorry, honey. i-i didn’t think—did i hurt you?” yujin immediately takes you in her arms, remembering that it was the place where you felt safest. she immediately regretted going overboard when she did. how could she forget that you weren’t in the right state of mind to entertain her gimmicks? fuck, she felt beyond heartbroken to be the cause of your tears right now when she was supposed to be the very person that made them go away.

“no… no, i’m okay,” you said in tears. once you looked at yujin whose cute face was all scrunched up with worry, you ended up laughing. yujin was so confused. “i promise. you didn’t hurt me, yujin-ah.” you squeezed her shoulder and giggled even more, making yujin laugh in return but in a more… nervous and uncertain way.

“w-wha… are you sure? why are you crying then?” yujin couldn’t help her smile and hug you, rocking you back and forth out of relief. how could yujin ever hurt you, anyway? you knew in your heart that she wasn’t capable of any of that, ever.

“i don’t know… but i’m alright, i swear.” you reached up and kissed her nose. giggles erupt from the two of you when yujin starts attacking your face with kisses—it was all part of her master plan to hear more of your laugh, of course. one of the biggest things she has been missing throughout the weeks she was away.

eventually, the two of you merely laid still on your bed in each other’s arms once again, staring blankly at the television. you’ve started to feel sleepy too since you did spend a lot of the day crying, and now yujin was threading your soft locks after she fucked you so good that you ended up crying! no wonder you were drowsy. you found yourself laying on top of your girlfriend’s chest, fighting back sleep by blinking it all away and opting to stare at yujin’s face instead. every time she asked you a question (“do you need water?”, “are you cold?”, “should we take a shower together?”) you replied with a lazy hum and weak shake of your head, neither accepting or denying whatever she offered you.

“you look tired, hon… you can take a nap. when you wake up, i’ll either have cooked you dinner or… um, i’ll have ordered our favorite take-out! how do you feel about japanese food tonight?” yujin asks. you hum again, but refuse to fully close your eyes. you opened them every few seconds, seemingly checking if yujin was still there every time you did. of course, yujin notices your intent and pinches your cheek. “i’ll be right here when you wake up. don’t worry.” yujin plants a sweet kiss on your forehead.

“mm… promise?” you pouted. gosh, you were far too cute for yujin’s weak heart.

“of course. we won’t have to worry about running out of time for a while.” yujin pulls a soft, thick blanket over your body and smiles as you immediately start drifting off. she kisses your forehead again, feeling a sudden surge of pure love washing over her as the feeling of having you sleep in her arms again was… home. yujin’s smile widened when she remembered just what she intended to surprise you with if you had seen her message and went with her to that romantic dinner with the sunset.

it was a surprise that she would have to wait another day to unveil—a surprise that came in the form of a breathtaking diamond ring that would’ve completed the beautiful picture that is your love story.

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when your relationship ends and all you want to do is hide and cry, flowers suddenly start to appear on your doorstep.

or; misa hating to see a pretty girl cry and suffer and going out of her way to cheer her up while staying anonymous

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ingridengen Sweetest girl!!

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marialeonn16 Floraaaa mi favoritaaa 😎

sofie.svava Yay, the princess has arrived! 👼🎀

albaps9 oh dear is the car still ok ↳ yourusername i'm a better driver than you ↳ albaps9 iM a bETtER dRiVeR THAn yOu ↳ yourusername you can't even drive manual 😙

janafernandez3 Aw, what beautiful flowers!! 😍 ↳ claudiaapina from her 'secret' admirer, I bet! ↳ jennihermoso Cough, secret admirer turned girlfriend, cough! ↳ ona.battle They're so goals together 😭 ↳ patri8guijarro Uhhh, you know who SHE is?!!! ↳ ona.battle 🤷‍♀️ ↳ __cata13 HOW ↳ janafernandez3 Just a little common sense, girls 😅 ↳ keirawalsh hasn't it been obvious right from the start or do i just spend too much time on social media to have seen it all happen? 😳 ↳ aitanabonmati The last one, you clown 😁

marisabel_rguez Have fun in Madrid, YN! Hope you have a good time 😎 ↳ yourusername ass 🤣

username2 hello, more MisaxYn content? 🤞

username3 Driving six hours to Madrid for funsies?.... hmmm I wonder why 😳 ↳ username4 she could've just taken the train but ok ↳ username5 Maybe the u-haul was already filled to the brim so she decided to bring the rest herself 🤭 ↳ username6 👀 ↳ username7 uhhh they wouldn't, would they? ↳ username5 Oh, but they might! 😌 ↳ username7 🕵️‍♀️🧐

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ale 🐻 You post a picture before telling me you've arrived? I love you pero can you please stop worrying me like that. I called you like so many times. ale 🐻 I just had the most nerve wracking seven hours of my life, you know?? you ○○○ you ALE you im okay im okay! you fuck i'm so sorry, my phone died and then i arrived and misa and sofie took me in and they immediately took me out to eat and i just kind of forgot im so so so so so so so sorry and i love you the most in the whole entire world. you're the best sister ever and i'm the luckiest shithead there is. t'estimo, t'estimo, t'estimo!!!! ale 🐻 Bé, I was just really worried about you, I didn't like not hearing anything from you. You're my whole world, too. Next time make sure it's fully charged when you know you'll go out for a long time. What would you have done if you had needed help? Not saying this to scare you, but you know that. So, how was the drive? Did you at least take a few breaks? you boring, lots of rain and traffic. aaaand no breaksies because i didn't want to arrive in the middle of the night bc the traffic had set me back some hours. misa has a game tomorrow and i didn't want her to lose any sleep 😅 ale 🐻Next time you take regular breaks, yes? I'm sure Misa would understand and want the same. Can you please Facetime mami? you i will. petons to you all and olga 😘 you and nala! Delivered

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Direct Messages albaps9 corrupting the missus to support real madrid, i see? misa, are you even trying to get along with alexia? 😂 marisabel_rguez Jeje 😆 Had to show her a little bit of our Madrid culture, of course! It's tradition to attend a game! albaps9 in the putellas household, it's also tradition to support barca, so have fun holding onto your head! albaps9 no, but all jokes aside. i might not have said this to you in person yet, but i want you to know how happy i am that you're with my sister. i don't think anyone else could've pulled her out of the deep end and love and treat her the way she deserves. you made her see her own worth again, believe that she was deserving of all the good things, and gave us our girl back. i'll never be able to properly thank you, but i want you to know how grateful we all are nonetheless. marisabel_rguez Thank you for telling me. But you don't need to thank me for doing all that. I love her, it's only normal that I treat her accordingly. She's my entire world, Alba. albaps9 i still don't think you realise how much your love and care for her means to her and the rest of us, and how it has impacted us as a family. but remember that we're proud to call you family too. okay? albaps9 unless you hurt her and end up destroying all the progress she's made, maria isabel. then i'll fucking come for you and alexia won't be your only problem. marisabel_rguez I would expect you to do so then! She's really lucky with you two. She loves you very much, so I'm also happy to be part of your circle. albaps9 🥹🥹 okay but you don't even seem the slightest bit intimidated? 🤣 marisabel_rguez Oh no, I know you're bark and bite! I just know I don't have to be afraid because that worst case scenario will never happen! albaps9 thank you misa ❤️

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carolineweir95 Supporting the men but wearing Misa jerseys, I'm so here for it haha ↳ sofie.svava Someone insisted 🙊 liked by marisabel_rguez ↳ marisabel_rguez And we couldn't resist her! liked by yourusername

username1 Did sofie just... ↳ username2 Yes 😭😬😬😬 ↳ username3 she's removed yn from the tags now 🤭 ↳ username1 Too late man lmao

claudia.zornoza Vamos 💪🏼

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username4 it sure is real love if someone raised on barca sets even one foot inside santiago bernabeu and it's not in the away-section liked by 12 others

username5 The Misa appreciation is spreading 😛 ↳ username6 and rightly so!! ↳ username7 I wonder who's behind that 🧐👀

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marialeonn16 😊

albaps9 ❤️ ↳ albaps9 but that tush will always be mine 😭

sofie.svava 💖

haleyraso Awww

username7 I love how they're slowly growing more comfortable letting the world in ):

sofiajakobsson 😘

bff1 ummm hey? hands to yourself. she's still my snookums until she officially has your last name 🤣 liked by alexiaputellas ↳ yourusername omg stop embarrassing me ↳ marisabel_rguez ✋🏽😳🤚🏽

ingridengen The sweetest together!

salmaparalluelo 😍

jennihermoso 👀

username4 You forgot the other half of the caption ↳ username5 Happy wife, happy life? ↳ username4 Ding-ding-ding! ↳ username6 don't think they'll get married so long as alexia is still lurking in the background 🤣

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albaps9 hmmm i wonder whyyyy liked by yourusername

salmaparalluelo Pls yn confirm that you-know-who and the anonymous admirer are the same person!! ↳ jennihermoso 👀 ↳ yourusername hehe ↳ janafernandez3 !!!!!!!!!!!!! ↳ ona.battle We want to know 😱 ↳ marialeonn16 Oh, but we know 😌 ↳ ingridengen yup!! ☺️ ↳ jennihermoso 👀 ↳ ona.battle ???

username1 the note in the car is the cutest 😔

username2 I want a Misa too, care to loan her out?

alexiaputellas Proud of you and how strong you are. You kept fighting and look at you now. You deserve all this happiness, ma germana petita. T'adoro. ↳ yourusername t'estimo tant tant tant

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marisabel_rguez Horrible choice of clothing, I should give you some of my shirts to wear ↳ yourusername you're acting as if half of them aren't already at my place ↳ marisabel_rguez Right where they should be 😉

bff1 feliç sant jordiiii

begovargas 🌹

alexiaputellas 🌹📖🐉🌹

marisabel_rguez And I love when you speak Catalan!!!! liked by yourusername

janafernandez3 feliç sant jordi, el meu amic 🌹

aitanabonmati Feliç Sant Jordi, YN!

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alexiaputellas Visca Barca!!!!! ↳ yourusername be nice... 🤨

yourusername oh wow black is your colour too 🤭 ↳ yourusername (keeping the rest of my thoughts to myself bc alexia's lurking here) ↳ alexiaputellas Yes, behave... 🤨

sofie.svava looking gewd amiga!!! 😇

realmadridfem Nuestro orgullo 💪🏼🤩

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username2 lucky person who gets to keep her ↳ username3 @/yourusername 👋 ↳ username12 how shallow of you ↳ username2 she's gorgeous??? and look at that smile 😪 ↳ username4 don't act like you didn't see the other two pics 🤥

username3 LOL HI YN

username4 yn we see you liking 🤣 ↳ username3 I can just imagine her kicking her feet and giggling

username1 okay i understand yn now ↳ username2 And you didn't before?!!?!? liked by 25 others ↳ username3 SHAME

yourusername 🤩🥹😳 liked by 120 others ↳ username5 and i oop- ↳ username10 🤣😭 ↳ username11 pls fangirl again it gave us life last time ↳ username6 girl don't hold back, we know what you're thinking ↳ username2 Alexia isn't here now, come on, let it go 🤭

username6 Misaaa

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username9 Hahaha Misa in that suit summoned yn again ↳ username10 can you blame her? 😱 ↳ username11 everything about that picture is making me swoon!

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alexiaputellas Sunscreen! 😅 ↳ bff3 Don't worry, I'm on it! 😊 ↳ alexiaputellas 😊

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albaps9 jealous!!

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17:48 m 💌 I hope you're having a great time together. Don't forget to drink enough if you're out in the sun a lot! (And I don't mean alcohol, jajaja) ✓ m 💌 Ah, no... pls don't tell me you fell asleep in the sun again ☹️ m 💌 I have to go now so I'll call you later tonight. Te amo mas que nadie and take care!! ✓ 22:36 m 💌 Just saw your post. Are you trying to make me miss you even more? I miss seeing your gorgeous face, it always makes me so happy seeing you. m 💌 You know it’s been torture not having you around, right? m 💌 I miss you so much, YN ✓✓ you i miss you too, my love. the most. i'll be back before you know it! more rested than ever 😚💅🏽 and don't worry, i didn't fall asleep. we were on a boat! i'll tell you more in a bit on the phone. you soon we’ll see each other again, vale? we can go on a trip of our own. for now, just try not to miss me too much 😘 you sent you a photo ▼

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a/n: wishing you the sweetest start of your week! i hope someone does something nice for you and if not, then here's a flower from me to you already 🌻

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usafphantom2 · 2 months ago

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Dave Peters ( I miss him he passed away last Sept 2024 he used to help me all the time here on FB pages) SR-71 Pilot was recorded in his last and only interview that was released a few months ago :

Some of the highlights are: after the Vietnam War that they were only accepting one or two new SR-71 pilots a YEAR . Dave spent a lot of time waiting for the chance to be a pilot in the SR 71 .Dave waited for a year and a half while he took a staff job at Beale Air Force Base. Then Dave had to wait again when the RSO that was paired with him in ground school and the simulator washed out because he just couldn’t get his head the speed. 100 hours in the simulator before you could receive your first check out with an experienced RSO in the airplane the SR-71 After that he had to get 100 hours in the SR71 while. Only flying at most once a week which also took a long time before you could go operational (Mildenhall or Kadena)

Dave talks about the checklist for the pilots in the SR 71 is about 3 inches thick. It’s the only airplane that I know of Dave said that you could put the checklist together anyway that you wanted to. He believed that they were encouraging independent thinking .

The SR-71 tore down the 15000 feet long runway at Beale. I think the long wait was worth it as he felt like he was going to burn up the runway with a final departure of 210 knots acceleration of 400 kn 🔥

Dave talks about how he meets Kelly Johnson and test pilot Bill Parks with his RSO Bert Bether. They were able to spend the entire day with those two legends. What a gift.

Dave asked Kelly what is the dip in the wing that makes it look like a Klingon spaceship Kelly Johnson who designed the airplane said” I don’t know”😆 you can listen yourself to find out what the real answer was.

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genericpuff · 11 months ago

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re: your tags on the rowling / musk post, specifically villains on saturday morning cartoons > wondering why we hate those who emulate it

idk if you ever played toontown, but i’ll always find it hilarious that disney released a game all about fighting big corporations from taking over small businesses, where the enemies (aka cogs (in the machine)) are all named after idioms / insults for types of corp employees (i.e. pencil pusher, ambulance chaser, big wig, loan shark, cold caller); esp considering disney is the Perfect example of the types of corporations that the game teaches you are evil and soulless. honestly, it’s a game i hold near and dear to my heart, and i recommend trying out toontown rewritten if you ever feel like it

i have NOT played toontown but i remember seeing the commercials for it all the time at like, the end of DVD's n junk and REALLY WANTING TO PLAY IT but ofc we didn't have a computer most of the time growing up and when we did it was hooked up with dial-up that my parents always got really clutchy over (idk if this was just a circumstance of the time period but like. did anyone else have a parent who acted like it was a life-or-death scenario if they missed even a single phone call ??? because my folks definitely did LOL) so something like toontown was just not in the cards LOL but I didn't know Toontown Rewritten was a thing so... maybe it's time for me to make another one of my childhood self's dreams come true (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

but that is really ironic, it's wild (and sad honestly) how so many accomplished writers and creators can become disconnected from what they originally represented and wrote about through... the disillusionment of fame and wealth i guess ??? or maybe it was just mold on the walls the whole time ?? 💀😆 i mean shit even rowling herself told a story about a boy literally living in the closet who finally escaped and went on to fight against an organization of literal fucking wizard nazi's, and yet now she seemingly missed the entire point of why kids resonated with her books so much and why they saw it as an inspiring message of hope and acceptance and love and persevering and standing up against literal fucking fascism ??? hello ???

actually there was a great video i watched a while ago about how despite the messages we took away from those books growing up, the HP books were also completely manufactured through the lens of capitalism, like not just as a franchise but on a narrative level. def give it a watch because it really kinda blew my mind and opened up a whole new perspective on the series for me LOL

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#anon ama #anon ask me anything #ask me anything #ama #harry potter really is just a story about a popular jock who marries his high school sweetheart and then becomes a cop LOL #all cops are bastards #and that includes harry potter :)

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✨️long story-time post. Just in case, tw: not gonna go deep in detail, but just in case.✨️

These were my first BG3 sketches i did a year ago! My first playthrough was completely blind. I was new to dnd too.

My first playthrough i picked a sorcerer durge. my gal, Lydia, a human draconic sorcerer, resist durge.

For a while didnt know what i was doing.

Now i have around 14 playthrough, and five of them finish. Got into dnd, got some of the books, and last month played for the first time.

The game helped me get out during a bad moment of my life. i was in bed with a broken ankle for months. i was depressed-i stopped drawing, doing anything i enjoy, even listening to musc. I was just in bed sleeping all day. Till one day, mindlesly scrolling, saw a funny video of astarion, his reaction when that temple fell on him, and impulsively got the game.

That moment i started, and that very moment i met laezel, i was on board.

I trusted that green angry strong lady. And fell in love with her strong and yet honest approach.

I initially didn't like shadowheart, but that later changed.

My first romance was with Astarion. It started with him lol

My main team usually were Astarion, Gale and Lae'zel, thou i was changing and mixing it up depending where we were and who i thought this area or part of the story is more connected or appropiate for each characters.

I was smitten with Gale Act 2 romance scene. I thought that scene was ✨️magical✨️ and he indeed wow me 😆

And all the way to act 2, when you let shadowheart choose, and she chose not to kill dame aylin. My jaw dropped. And more so when aylin transforms. I felt goosebump. And at that very moment, i felt this is peak game storytelling.

Then that scene with Myrkul. That boss entry and music! I thought this a dark souks moment gaming lol (fyi i played a lot of fromsoft games)

Then having Jaheira and Minsc. Halfway is when it dawned on me that these are characters from the previous Baldurs Gate game. Well, that scene when you confront Sarevok i was like ooooh wait you all know each other lol And i loved Jaherira. I loved when she calls you 'cub' and felt motherly in a way if you are a resist durge.

I felt it was epic hero quest the moment you have to save Duke Ravengard, then leading to Ansur. I remember jokingly saying this gonna be a dark souls moment if i have to fight a dead dragon. then proceed that dead dragon fight. Took me off guard and barely survive, lol it felt that this was Wyll's epic heroic quest and story, and i was just tagging along with him.

I only later realize that Wyll deserved more, and should have more in his story. I hated how for him and also i felt also for Karlach in the choices, there wasnt really a better solution for them.

Also, the fight against Cazador. I died a lot. But eventually, we beat him. Astarion’s breakdown left me speechless for a moment. And then when he thank you for saving him and breaking the cycle. I felt this was wholesome. And a nice development of his story and character.

But i felt that the better character development was with Lae'zel. From being a blind follower to have her eyes open. The poetic way she expresses herself. The passion in her tone and voice. The close similarity of her and shadowheart of following blindly without question hit close to home for me for how i was raised. And how Laezel choose instead to break the chains was epic. More so, when at the end, she hops on the red dragon, the smile she gave you, and then flew away to a greater purpose and renewed inspiration. i thought that was epic. And wish my character could've joined her in the epic quest.

Then came Karlach breakdown after beating Gortach. And i have to stop for a moment. The voice acting, the hurt, in that voice felt ao real. It hurted a lot when she say abd hiw she say we will live and she will die (somethign to that effect), i felt powerless. And that also hit hard for me in a personal level. Dunno how to explain without going into much of my personal life detail.

And then shadowheart. When she found her parents and you let her choose what to do. She was free from shar, and she chose to let her parents die and be with selune. It was bittersweet. But that afterward scene, when she breaks down. I had to stop there. I felt horrible and sad for her. At that moment, i cried too. And i still dont know why from every other story, i felt a strong reaction to this one of shadowheart. But from then on every next playthrough, i make sure her parents lived. I think i just hate how even thou she did the correct thing at the end, she was alone. And is more lonely for her if you arent romancing her. And i also i guess is just me internalizing. Growing up with very religious family messes you up, and i think that's why i felt strongly for shadowheart choices and endings.

Anyway, sorry for the long post. These are things i wanted to share, but I didn't have a place to put my thoughts till now. I wish to share more later because this game is important for me and how it helped overcome a moment in my life. i felt hopeless and unmotivated and depressed. This was my experience with the game, from my first blind playthrough i just wanted to share briefly. Sorry for any typos and thank you if you did read all these random small thoughts of my experience with the game.

#long post #anecdotes #maybe some typos #drawing #illustration #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #sharing a bit of my story #story time

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hells-greatest-overlord · 1 year ago

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Hiii. I hope your having a good day. I have a Husk request ^.^ could you write one that takes place after the battle in the finale and he can't find the reader and think she's been killed (rekilled 😆) He's really broken up about it because he never got to say how he feels. And then she finally appears battered and bruised but otherwise ok? Lots of fluff, confessions and love please ♡♡

of course love! Thank you for the request!)

”Don’t you scare me like that”

Extermination day was coming near and adrenaline was in the air. You and the others had been working on making weapons, armor to protect yourselves, and trying to secure up the hotel.

you were sharpening your blade when you saw husk walking by and talking to angel. He said something and then angel walked off and he walked towards you. Before he would say anything you spoke “I need to tell you something” you say as he raised any eyebrow

“If I don’t make it out of this battle, know that you are my best friend” you say as you looked at the blade putting it down

“Don’t say that. You and the rest of this are gonna make it out”- husk

“I know I’m just sayin if-“ you say as he cuts you off

“No, don’t say if. You will just like the rest of us got it.” He said in a more serious tone as you nodded softly

“look i uh-“ husker was about to tell you something before he got interrupted by Charlie “Alright guys it’s time”

The two of you looked at each other feeling the need to say more but silence took over as you walked out with your weapons

-the angels started to come down and attack-

The battle was rough, the angels have been strong than what you expected and the group got separated in there own fights.

one of the angels had you corned, the fight had been going on for what felt like forever until they hit a building structure to make it fall and before you could run the building collapsed…

Once Adam was down the angels retreated and the world went quite for a moment

the team had gathered up after the battle, everyone showed up except for…

husk started to panic as he started to look for you along with the others. They looked around for about 10 minutes not able to find you as his worst thoughts came to his mind. What if you were hurt? What if you.. No. the thought of you dead would not take over as he thought to look at the destroyed building.

he looked until he he saw your body, fear filling his body as he quickly ran to you, checking your breathing and the scars you had on you gently shaking you “Come on wake up, wake up” he said as tears started to fill to corners of his eyes. He called for help from the others as he looked at your leg seeing blood as he took off his shirt and tied it around to help stop the bleeding. He held you up on his chest until the others got there and started to help move stuff to make it easier to get you out. He carried you to the hotel and into a room to where he helped clean and bandage you up, laying you down carefully covering you with the blanket. He pulled a chair over to where the bed and grabbed your hand “Come on sweetheart.. please wake up..” he said as he gently rubbed your hand with his thumb as you lay there silent. Time passed and husk didn’t leave your side, he wanted to be there the moment you woke up. The silence started to eat him alive so he started talking just hoping you would wake up “I um.. I need to make a confession..” he said as he cleared his throat. “I.. I don’t think I can do without you y/n.. you make things so much easier and make things more enjoyable down here… I just.. I’ve been trying to not let my feelins get in the way of stuff but I failed to do so..I..I think I love you y/n…” he said as tears filled his eyes as he put his head on the bed beside you.

And as if a miracle happens you opened your eyes, and while you couldn’t move a moment ago you heard everything he had said. You gently raised your hand and put it on his head gently rubbing it. He quickly rose his head up and looked at you as he saw a smile across your face “Well it took ya long enough..” you joked as he realized you heard, a light blush and small laugh appeared with him. “So dose that mean you’ll let me take you out when you get better?” He asked with a smile across his face “it’s a date” you say and he gently grabs and kisses your hand rubbing it as the two of you talked most of the night, finally happy together

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel husk #viviziepop #hazbin

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putschki1969 · 3 months ago

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2025/03/31 Blog post by Wakana 3月最後の日！〜月末はリマインドのお約束〜

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Last Day of March! ~A Regular Reminder at the End of the Month~

Everyone~＼＼\٩( 'ω' )و //／／Today is March 31st!! It's the end of the month…💦Feels like this month went by so quickly…🙄It's getting warmer these days, and I went to see the cherry blossoms in my neighborhood yesterday, they were in full bloom! 🌸🌸 Spring is definitely on its way…The weather in Tokyo has been strange lately! 😭 (Probably strange nationwide too) It was around 25℃ but today it's only about 8℃…😱The difference is huge~😭A few days ago, I turned on the air conditioner and then just a few days later, I had to turn on the heater again…Feels like a roller coaster, so please take care of your health☺️✨

Now here we have my usual "end of the month reminder for podcast submissions! ＼＼\٩( 'ω' )و //／／The talk theme for my upcoming podcast on April 10th: "Tell me your favourite Wakana song!"♡

The day the new episode is uploaded, I'm holding my concert so that's why I picked this topic ♪ Please share some thoughts about your favourite songs, what you like about them, why you like them, etc! ＼(^o^)／Of course, I'm also looking forward to any questions you'd like to ask me😆 ♪ Submit your messages here ♡↓↓↓ https://wakana-fc.jp/answers/botanical_oshaberi_20/new

Here are some photos from our rehearsal the other day 😊From left to right: Manipulator Yugo Maeda 🌸 Bassist Kenta Hamasaki 🌸 Music director/keyboardist Satoshi Takebe 🌸 Guitarist Koji Ueda 🌸 Drummer Tomoo Tsuruta 🌸

Everyone is in a peaceful mood ( ´ ▽ ` ) I recorded some of the rehearsal so I've got a few screenshots for you (^^) (The last one is a photo of my face when I pressed the button believing I would start filming but I accidentally made a photo. Looking very laid-back here)

There are only 10 days left until "Wakana Spring Live 2025 ~Little Dance~"! ! ＼(^o^)／Please wait a little while longer~! ! ! ･:*+.(( °ω° ))/.:+ As always, our infamous Sushi Zanmai pose, Rehearsal Zanmai!!! Ahh, now I want to eat sushi🤤🍣🍣🍣🍣 Grilled fatty tuna, grilled flounder edge, yellowtail sashimi, ankimo, and of course some tuna plus radish for a great start and finishe! 🍣Wahh🤤🤤♡

Last but not least! I'm flying! I'm flying! I flew!!

Everyone, have a nice day~~(^o^) Well then, until next time~☆( '▽')/

＊＊＊Wakana＊＊＊

2025/03/27 Instagram post by Wakana

There's only a few more days left this month🌿 It's still March, but it's so incredibly hot in Tokyo that I'm surprised…😇 I wonder what's going on with the weather…It seems like the cold is coming back, so please take care of yourself🧚 I hope the weather will be spring-like and comfortable by the time of my live next month🌸Here's a group photo from last week's rehearsal📸Everyone looks like they're having a blast in the first picture😂😂 (Source)

『Wakana Spring Live 2025 ～Little Dance～』 Merchandise

We finally have some merchandise for the upcoming live. However, there's no official announcement yet!! Guess there will be one tomorrow. Will update this post with additional info as soon as I know more. I was surprised it took them so long to reveal the merch. Usually they have a merch line-up announcement about two weeks in advance. Now it's only one more week until the concert and there's only one item currently listed in the shop. Maybe this is a mistake and it isn't meant to show up yet. Hopefully they will have more items available tomorrow. There's an official announcement now! Thankfully, the line-up has more variety although it's weird that we don't have a pamphlet. It was the same last year, they probably only want to do one pamphlet per year so we'll get one in December for her annual winter concert.

Pre-order period: April 3 ~ April 8 Scheduled shipping: Late April ▼Space Craft Online Shop▼

🛒ORDER HERE🛒

2025/04/03 Instagram post by Wakana

There's only one week left until "Wakana Spring Live 2025 ~Little Dance~" 🥳🎉Starting today, I'll be introducing the live goods ☺️ First up is a T-shirt 👕The live logo is printed all over the front! It's a soft, spring-like ivory with a slight yellowish hue ♡ I'm wearing a size L in the photo. It's soft and very comfortable to wear ✨Why not get one to accompany you this spring!

The day the photo was taken, it was so cold that my breath turned white, and it was raining 😂I wonder if spring will really come… 😇 Any time now 〜spring〜 🌸(Source)

#kalafina #wakana #wakana blog #botanical land #fan club exclusive content #wakana on instagram #wakana spring live 2025 #Wakana Spring Live 2025 ～Little Dance～#merch #merchandise #live goods #this post is supper late SO SORRY

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mama-qwerty · 9 months ago

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Haunting Memories

Okay, this popped into my head for @welcome-to-green-hills Happy Fall Y'all event.

My brain feels like mush right now, so hopefully this makes sense. 😆

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A light breeze blew through the changing leaves, bringing a sigh that was almost a hiss as they shivered. The trees around the MacPherson house boasted a colorful range, an almost constant shower falling as they were broken loose from their hold on the branches.

Three pumpkins lined the steps of the deck off the kitchen, and Callie spread newspaper on the wooden planks. Knives and various carving tools sat to her left, as she sat cross-legged on the floor, a few towels nearby for any mess.

“Okay,” she said, checking over her supplies once more to make sure she had everything at hand. This was the first Halloween with Knuckles in her care, and she wanted to show him some fun traditions. “Do we have everything?”

“Think so,” Wade said as he hauled a pumpkin up and placed it in front of her. “This’ll be fun! I haven’t carved a pumpkin in forever.”

“Did you do it when you were a kid?”

His face clouded slightly, as he gave a shrug. “We tried. But Wanda usually ended up smashing mine and smearing the guts either in my hair or down my back, so I kinda quit wanting to for a while.”

“Oh.” God, his sister sounded like a real piece of work.

“Did you carve them for Halloween?”

She gave a tight-lipped smile. “My mother and I would. But when she died I . . . didn’t really feel like doing it anymore.”

“Oh.”

An awkward silence settled over them then, and Callie gave herself a little shake. This was supposed to be a fun activity, something for the three of them to enjoy, and the mood had already tanked pretty severely.

She glanced to her right, and found Knuckles standing farther away, his brow drawn down and eyes glued to the pumpkin before her. His quills bristled just a hair.

“You okay?” she called, and he jumped slightly. He blinked, and flicked his eyes around him, as though looking for something.

Eventually his eyes found their way back to her, and he dipped his head toward the pumpkin. “Why do you have those?”

His voice was low and tight. If Callie didn’t know better, she’d swear he was afraid.

“It’s tradition.” She used a wet towel to clean the rind. “We carve faces into pumpkins around Halloween for a fun decoration.”

“Why?”

She shrugged. “A long time ago people believed they helped ward off evil spirits.”

The pinched look on his face intensified. The quick glances around him increased. “There are evil spirits near?”

Her brow furrowed. “Not that I’m aware of. It’s just an old superstition. What’s wrong?”

Knuckles pulled himself up to stand tall, rolling his shoulders back as he pushed out his chest. His “proud warrior” pose. But his fur was a bit fluffed out, and his quills were still bristled, and in fact looked a little pokier than before. “I must do a patrol. To search for these evil spirits.”

Callie blew out a huff. The whole reason she was doing this was for his sake and now he wanted to go off and do his warrior thing. “No you’re not. Come here. What’s the matter with you? You’re going all poofy and pokey.”

The echidna flicked his eyes to Wade, his brow furrowing slightly, before focusing back on her. He took a hesitant few steps closer, but watched the pumpkin with a narrowed gaze.

“In my travels throughout the galaxy, I was given information that indicated the Master Emerald may have been on a planet with many of . . . those.” He gestured toward the pumpkin with a fist. “They were much like your tradition, with faces carved into them. They glowed from inside, and . . .”

He paused, pulling his lips tight as he took another few looks around them.

“And?” Wade coaxed. “C’mon, don’t leave us hanging.”

Knuckles’ muzzle wrinkled. “. . . and their eyes seemed to follow me as I searched.”

Wade and Callie stared at him for a moment, before the deputy gave a little shiver. “Oh, freaky. I just got goosebumps!”

“Maybe it was a trick of the light,” Callie said, although she could see the tension in the boy’s shoulders. The way his jaw clenched. He was really scared. “When we’re in a strange place, our minds can play tricks on us. Especially if it’s dark, too.”

His fists clenched. “It was no trick. They watched me, grinning.” His quills bristled even more. “And they did not keep the evil spirits away.”

The hairs on the back of Callie’s neck began to prickle. “Wh-what do you mean?”

“I mean the evil spirits there did not take kindly to my presence. I was attacked by foes I could not see. I barely escaped with my life.”

Silence hung heavy in the air, and Callie and Wade exchanged a glance. Wade turned to Knuckles, swallowing before speaking. “You were attacked by ghosts? Like, for real?”

Knuckles gave a stiff nod. “For real.”

Wade looked back to Callie, and she felt a blush rise to her cheeks. She looked down at the pumpkin before her, her shoulders dropping.

This whole thing had turned into a disaster in record time. Between her own issues after the loss of her mother, to Wade’s memories of his sister’s abuse, and now the discovery that Knuckles apparently associated pumpkins with the time was nearly murdered by ghosts, the idea of carving these things was quickly losing its appeal.

Maybe she should have asked them first. It hadn’t occurred to her that something so innocent could conjure such unwelcome memories.

She tossed the towel in her hands over the pumpkin, as if hiding it from view would make the awkward cloud that had settled over them dissipate.

“Sorry guys,” she said, her voice soft. “Guess this didn’t turn out quite like I’d envisioned.”

The silence stretched on for a moment, before Wade moved closer, dipping down to try and catch her gaze.

“Hey,” he said, coming to sit on the top step facing her. “You’re not gonna let something like a few horrible memories and attempted ghost murder ruin the moment, right?”

She didn’t respond for a moment, her gaze focused on the towel-covered pumpkin before her. Why exactly had she suggested this in the first place? She wasn’t one to decorate for, well, any holiday, let alone Halloween. Usually she turned her lights off and snuggled up with some creature features before heading to bed early. Her house was too far away from the main part of town to get any trick-or-treaters, and aside from a few teens looking to TP her car, she’d avoided any real trouble.

This seemed to be a bad idea from the start.

Movement from her right as Knuckles moved closer. He spoke softly, his voice calmer now. “This ritual. It is important to you.”

A weak smile curled one side of her mouth, and she shook her head. “I remember carving pumpkins with my mother. It’s one of my favorite memories. Picking the perfect pumpkin, choosing a design, clearing the goop out, carving it. It was an all day thing for us, and even when the pumpkin came out looking like crap, which was most of the time, it was still some of my best memories of her.”

Wade smiled. “That sounds really nice.”

She nodded, her smile fading. “The first Halloween after she died felt so . . . empty.” She pulled her lips tight. “I guess I just wanted to try and do something fun with the two people who mean the most to me. Try to . . . recapture some of those feelings. Kinda dumb, I guess.”

Silence returned, and Wade moved a little closer, now sitting on the other side of the pumpkin, opposite Callie.

“When I was about eleven or so, my mom had to take Wanda to a dance recital. Wanda did not want me there, which was fine, I didn’t wanna go anyway.” He leaned to one side, bracing himself with an extended arm. “It was gonna last a few hours, so I got an idea to carve my own pumpkin while they were gone. Something I could do for myself. So after they pulled out of the driveway, I pulled out the pumpkin I’d bought a few days before and went to work.”

A little smile curled his lips at the memory, and Callie couldn’t help but smile back. “How’d it go?”

“Terrible.” He laughed, shaking his head. “Took me forever to get the top cut off, the guts made a horrible mess, and I couldn’t get through the rind. My mom was so mad at the mess when she got home, and Wanda ended up destroying the pumpkin anyway.”

Callie’s smile faded as she dropped her head again. “Cripes, Wade.”

“But it was nice to try,” he said, his voice still soft. “Ever since I left home I always promised myself I’d try doing a jack o’lantern again, and every year I either talk myself out of it, or just . . . don’t. Like there wasn’t much of a point. Not if I was doing it all by myself.”

“Your words may be true,” Knuckles said, moving to sit cross legged next to her. “Perhaps it was my mind playing tricks, before.” He paused, eyes flicking to the covered pumpkin. “Must the carving be a face?”

She turned slightly to him, a little smile curling one corner of her lips. “No. We can carve other shapes in. Maybe we can try an outline of the Master Emerald, if you want.”

He seemed to consider this for a moment, before giving a sharp nod. “Yes. I would like that.”

Callie offered him a smile, before turning to Wade. “Wanna try carving a pumpkin that won’t be smashed by an overly aggressive sister?”

A smile spread on Wade’s face. “You had me at ‘Hey, Wade! Wanna come over and carve pumpkins with me and Knux?’”

She snickered, pulling the towel off the pumpkin before her. “Then let’s make some new memories, huh? Maybe some nicer ones.”

Man and echidna both nodded, and scooted forward as they began work on the first pumpkin.

#happyfally'all2024 #pumpkins #halloween #knuckles the echidna #wade whipple #callie macpherson

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bookishtheaterlover7 · 1 year ago

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How Long Could We Be A Sad Song?

a/n: Well, it's here! The fic that I'm most anxious to write and post. Honestly, I wrote this and got inspiration when I was in my most upset and angsty mood. Which was a few months ago, and it's been sitting within the pages of Maddie (my writing notebook), and my drafts. And somehow through a very frustrating bout of Writer's Block, as well as, the fact that I was reminded and paired my own feelings to "Taylor Swift's You're Losing Me", put it into a moodboard and boom! This fic was born.

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Normally, I'd dedicate this to a special friend. But this time, I'd like to deviate, and dedicate this to myself. Weird, I know. This time though, this fic will remind me that every emotion, and every feeling is valid and if vented properly, can and will flourish into something productive and beautiful.

Alright. That's enough talk from me. I hope you all enjoy the fic. And I also hope I didn't crush you, cause well... it's angst, what else can I say? 😆

Chris Evans x Secret Girlfriend!Reader

Requested: No

WARNINGS: Panic Attacks, Angst, Established Relationship, Relationship Drama, Sad Chris, Sad Dodger

Heartbreak Divider by @firefly-graphics

Enjoy!!!

*Y/C/F/M = Your Close Family Member

Outside, the night was quiet, and peaceful. The crickets calling into the night air, frogs singing in unison, adding to the ambiance. Even the noisiest neighbor seemed to have taken some time off from being the thorn on everyone’s side. But while the world seemed almost frozen, Y/n sat in her living room, her heart pounding in her ears, and a knot forming in the pit of her stomach after she told the Love of her Life that she wanted to end their 6-year relationship. The sad part was, Chris seemed so lost as Y/n’s words hung in the air.

“I-I don’t understand...” He finally said, looking up at her from resting his head between his legs, across their living room. The space feeling more like chasm the longer this dragged on.

“I know you don’t, Chris.” Y/n sighed, getting up from her chair, and kneeling beside Chris, before taking his trembling hands in hers, hoping to give him some comfort, knowing that he could spiral into a Panic Attack in his fragile state. She knew because, if she didn’t do it for herself, she’d do the same.

They let the silence of their built home surround them, like a warm blanket. Both knew that they were only delaying the inevitable, but they selfishly wanted to hang on to what little time they had left together.

Time felt like it slowed, as Y/n’s gaze remained focused on their joined hands. Taking her back to a time years ago, on a bench, when Chris first saved Y/n...

She had been touring New York with her family, unfortunately, the crowds were too overwhelming for her, and while they were forming their lines to enter the theater of some play, Y/n couldn’t focus her breathing long enough to look at the marquee, and her chest felt tighter and tighter, as she told *Y/C/F/M that she’d like to grab a bite from the stall she saw near a bench, a few ways back, and left before he/she/they could protest.

She took advantage of the open air, and tried to regulate her breathing, by taking slow deep breaths, before arriving and collapsing on the bench. Resting her head against the back of it and feeling and inhaling the passing fresh breeze. The tightness in her chest was still there, and she continued taking deep breaths in order to regulate her breathing, not even noticing the handsome stranger, standing next to her.

“Uh, hi! Excuse me? Miss? Ar-are you okay?” He greeted, his blue eyes gleaming, as Y/n took a big breath before answering.

“Huh. Yeah. Yeah. I’m fine, Sir. Just feeling a little overwhelmed. Is all.” She laughed, wiping her cheeks. Just noticing that there were tears running down them.

“I get that. No matter how many times you do this, or come here, it can still get overwhelming... May I?” The stranger asked, gesturing to the empty space next to her. To which she nodded and scooted over a little to give him some room.

He put his bag down between his legs, opened one of the pockets and pulled out a couple of tissues, before handing them to her. That Y/n gratefully accepted, dabbing at the corners of her eyes.

“The city is actually quite beautiful, but I’d prefer it if it didn’t have so many goings on, you know?” She said, breaking the comfortable silence that settled over them.

“Oh, I definitely know. It’s places like this right here, though, that helps.” He said, admiring the way the bench overlooked a cluster of buildings in the most picturesque way.

“Is that an invitation to meet here again?” Y/n laughed.

“Maybe... Are you going to take me up on it?” The stranger laughed, his face expressing hope.

“I might...” She smiled, holding her hand out, now being able to breathe easier.

“Y/n.”

“Chris.” He replied, taking it and shaking it.

It wasn’t until Y/n returned to the theater that she realized WHO she had just met. And it definitely took her a while to shake it off, and, even if it seemed like a fluke at the time, she was pretty sure that Chris winked at her from the stage that night.

She was thankful for how he helped her. And it just became a thing for them to do the other, even a couple years later, when Chris was presented a way to possibly earn money during the pandemic.

Y/n focused her gaze on the mantel, her mind wandering to when she and Chris first made this place into their home. Moving things around, deciding which items gets put on display, what color the walls are gonna be... Back when everything was possible.

“How time flies...” She trailed off.

“Y/N/N. Baby...” Chris cried, his voice breaking at the end. Which caused Y/n to swallow a sob too.

“How can I make this better? I can fix this for us.” He said, hopping down from the seat onto Y/n’s level on the floor.

“That’s the thing, Chris. You can’t.” Y/n cried, pulling her hands away, and wrapping them around herself, in an attempt to give herself some comfort, as well as ground her.

“This is the most cliche thing that I’ve ever said, but it’s not you, it’s me. I can’t handle it... It’s getting too much for me, and the sad thing is, it’s not even your fault, because it’s my own feelings, and you’re just doing your job...” She ranted, her heart going a mile a minute, her chest feeling tighter.

“Hey. Hey.” Chris said, gently taking her hands, placing one on his cheek, and cupping her cheek, allowing her to follow his breathing, slowing hers down.

They let time pass, just holding the other close. Letting the other’s presence bring their calm. Like always.

Chris has just realized how much of a colossal fuck up he just made. How the fuck did he not notice?! That Story went from wholesome to “What did I just do?!” in just a few hours.

His heart was racing a mile a minute, and he felt like he couldn’t catch his breath. Pacing back and forth on his balcony, the fresh air rendered useless in relieving him.

“Hey. Chris, everything’s going to be alright, okay?” Y/n said, putting one hand on his shoulder, getting his attention on her.

“Deep breaths. 2 seconds in, 3 seconds out. C’mon, Babe. Do it with me.” She smiled, helping him breathe through his attack.

Some time later, Y/n helped him onto their couch. Dodger hopping on next to Chris, allowing him to pet the little guy. She had left the room to grab him a glass of water. Which after handing it over to him, she sat down behind Dodger, hand on Chris’ knee, letting her presence and silent assurance say what words may fall short on.

“We can do this, Baby. We can work through this, fight it.” Chris said, pulling back to look at Y/n’s eyes, determined.

“No, Chris. We can’t. I can’t.” She said, pulling away, and standing so that she was facing away from him, the view from their window her only comfort in this moment.

“I know that you want to make this work, because you’re you. But I can’t let you. Do you really want to stay, when I feel like a ghost in my own relationship? I literally could send you the biggest most obvious sign, and I don’t think you’d hear me.”

“But I’m here, Y/N/N. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.” Chris pleaded.

“Yeah. What happens when you need to go, Chris? When they need you to do something, again. And I have to see pics of you and her, knowing full well that that’s supposed to be me. On your arm, announcing our love and our relationship to the world. Taking on every comment, every hate, every piece of scrutiny, together. Instead, the world believes in that sham, because they don’t know I exist in your life.” Y/n cried, turning towards him, not even bothering to hold her tears back anymore.

Chris tried to reach out for her, but she took a step back. Not letting him hold her, knowing full well that if he did, everything will feel right, and she won’t be able to do what she needed to.

“This is just temporary, Baby. It’ll soon end, and at some point, we can walk out of those doors, and be able to show everyone.” Chris said, tears shining in his own eyes.

“You’ve been saying that for years. And honestly, you don’t even know when will it end exactly. And it’s destroying you. I know that you only did this to help your family, but it shouldn’t be at the expense of your own happiness.” Y/n said with conviction, her gaze filled with so much intensity, Chris avoided it and made his way to their room.

“You know, I’m right, Chris.”

“Well, has it ever crossed your mind, that maybe, I’m doing this for us? That maybe, it isn’t just for myself and my family? But for our future together?” Chris yelled, exasperated.

“And you know, that I have never cared about any of that! I don’t care if you’re some world-famous actor, or some rich gazillionaire, or whatever. I care about you, Chris. I don’t know why you could never see that.” Y/n sighed in disbelief, turning away from Chris, heading out the door to grab her bags and leave, forever.

“Wait. Baby, please wait.” Chris said, grabbing her wrist, and holding it gently, not wanting to hurt her, but make one last stitch effort to make her stay.

“I love you, isn’t it enough? I’m all yours. No part of me is ever not going to be yours. We just need to hang in there a little longer.” Silence filled the air, Y/n remaining silent for what felt like hours, until she finally spoke.

“You know I will always love you, too, Chris. But I can’t stay and end up hating you as a result. I wouldn’t be able to survive that. I’m sorry.” She said, looking at his gorgeous eyes, committing them to memory, before pulling away, and continuing her short walk to the door.

She had one foot out the door, when she felt a small tug on her pant leg. Looking down at a sad Dodger, whining, begging her to stay.

“Hey, Bubba. Don’t be sad. I will never not love you. And I need you to make sure, your Daddy remembers that too. Can you do that for me?” She said, kneeling down and petting him while smiling through her tears, as Dodger barked in reply, licking her face.

“Alright. That’s my good boy.” Y/n said, giving him a final pet before nudging him away from the doorway, and closing it behind her.

The silence wasn’t as comforting without her there. Even as Dodger assumed his duties, nudging against Chris, as he petted him. He felt numb, like a huge chunk of himself was removed and no way to fill the hole.

“It’s just you and me now, Bud... Just you and me.”

a/n: You guys still good? I hope it wasn't too bad. I may need to write something to balance out the angst, but that'll be a while... 😬

Special thanks to the best girls in the world for encouraging me, and getting me through my panic attacks to finish this. I couldn't have done it without you. Love y'all! 🥹❤️

And I'm also pretty sure that this'll be the only Chris Evans as himself fanfiction I'll ever write or post... We'll see.

But will this be my last Taylor Swift x CE/Character song fic? Definitely not 😉

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val this took me soooo long to read and this ask is bout to be so annoyingly, horrifically long im sorry but you did this to me so take responsibility 🤷🏽‍♀️.

most are my raw thought i wrote them of this while reading and some where footnotes that i expanded on after finishing that’s why it isn’t very well put together and is written in present tense mostly.

i’m so done…i was literally reading this while listening to the album and ‘lover you should have come over’ came on and while i was reading the start abt her and reader i literally just closed my eyes and cried for like 5 minutes straight coz that’s my fucking song and its their too now and it’s sooo perfect 💔🥀🥀

“staring at the version of herself she had fought as hard as she could to keep hidden from you. The truth she couldn’t bear to see reflected in someone who had once—and still—loved her like a saint.” JUST SHOOT ME OMG IT WOULD BE MORE HUMANE. this is some shit i’m too gay to come out of with normal emotions and response i feel their love in my heart bro this hurt me physically i need them to be happy omg

“Because he wasn’t just her father. He was Joel Miller”

“It felt like the floor dropped out beneath him, like every bone in his body went hollow. If he hadn’t known her—the way you only know someone when you’ve built their childhood with your own hands—he wouldn’t have recognized the girl standing in front of him.” do you think ur funny. ur not. this is abuse i swear to god i just closed tumblr and went to bed coz i knew i couldn’t handle anything else and i woke up an hour later with cotton mouth puffy eyes and a need to read the rest

“Her expression wasn’t empty. It was abandoned.” no one abandoned her bro i swear to god if she isn’t happy by the end of this chapter im gonna be sick

“The last time he saw her, she was still a teenager—hard edges wrapped in defiance, all spitfire and sharp laughter. Too much fire for one body, too much hunger in her bones. Reckless with hope.” i hate this mother fucking story all it brings is pain and fear

“This wasn’t the daughter he’d raised.” raised?🤨

“Why didn’t you just let me die?”. kill me bro i feel her so much i might actually be sick

“Joel could feel the bones of her back through the thin cotton of her shirt—sharp, wrong, exposed.” im tweeking out she need help please please please tell me i wasn’t stupid in thinking she actually gets therapy and goes to rehab 🙏🙏

“And now here they were. Not The Fireflies. Not legends. Just kids standing in a hallway” they’re scared? i’m fucking terrified

‘grace’ just came on and i wanna die i love this song more then you can realise it’s on an annoying amount of times a day my friends are so don’t with it but ill never be done with it and now it’s apart of this universe and i don’t know how to feel

‘spectre’ came on…cheeky girl you are. why why why why why do you have to be so good at choosing fucking music for this as someone who loves rock and most of the songs you have used for ellie’s/the fireflies albums before you used this i haven’t listened to spectre in ages because it was my favourite song when i was mighty depressed and the memories it brings back are crazy and not exactly welcome but it somehow wasn’t as bad this time

OMG ‘JUST’ CAME ON I SENT THAT IN OMG I FEEL SPECIAL. one of my fave songs fr so real so relatable so raw and beautiful i love it so much and im sooo over the moon it’s on here

“group therapy” i foresaw this day a week ago after finishing the last chapter and i made art for it bro idk if you saw it but i sent it in its drowning in ur inbox somewhere if you wanna find it and it’s here and im not ready to read…

“What would I have done if she had left me first?” girl we know what would happen and thank god she (reader) didn’t.

“That was where she met Thomas” SHE HAS A FRIEND 🥳🥳😆. thank the lord coz you need them now more then ever

“And she wrote. God, she wrote.” real. it’s fr all you have sometimes and im so grateful you included this 🩷 my notebooks from that time of my life are a mess tho nothings flowed or read right or was grammatically correct or spelled right (when is it ever tho) but i needed it more then anything and so did so many people i know personally.

“Wrote apologies that were too late and memories that hurt too much.” why is everything so fucking accurate 😔. also the repetition i see you. my english gcse from like three year ago kicked in there i spotted that and i could probably write a paragraph and a half about the effect on the reader and what it could have ment.

“That night, she touched the guitar” thank god she need to let this out somehow.

“And built her a studio” i’m crying i take back what i said earlier.

“She showered. Ate a full breakfast. Took her medication. Laughed at a joke Thomas made over oatmeal, something stupid about a dinosaur president and a war for Mars. She told him he was an idiot. He said she was the meanest person he’d ever called his friend. She called him a loser. They high-fived.” crying still but in a good way she’s getting better and i’m so proud it’s like actually crazy coz this is like a double fictional character literally words on a phone but i felt proud idk how to feel abt that

“How it felt to love someone while the world was trying to swallow them both. How they had stood side by side, each unraveling in their own way, watching the other fade like breath on a mirror.” her opening up is nearly and painfully as her spiralling

“Thanks for not giving up on me."

“Couldn’t. You’re my daughter."

do you like us in pain? was i right before?

‘no surprises’ just come on pack it up buddy

im taking a break. i need a sec to get a drink and process

just came back fuck me i left at a bad time

“He’d kissed her temple in passing, ruffled her hair like she was still thirteen” one of the first things i read when i started up again and im broken

‘cluster’ shocked me but i love the song so it’s all good it fits too just in a different way

“She hadn’t left the cabin in over two years.” fucking crazy didn’t click till now but yeah she hasn’t

‘twilight’ just came on i fucking love this playlist so much it’s perfect i swear

“BREAKING: Eight-Time GRAMMY Winner Y/N Confirms Romance with Star Quarterback Abby Anderson” FUCK NO I FORGOT ABOUT HER. it’s a lie i swear. fucking undressed came on at the same time i’m soo annoyed omg fuck ass abby get out omg why would you get with a girl who said she’d love someone else till she died on international live television bro. “i don’t want the children of another man to have the eyes of the girl i won’t forget” they won’t don’t fucking worry and if they do i’m so pissed at you val.

“She barely made it to the truck. Door open. Head between her knees. And then she threw up.” i’m crying again hope ur happy

“Someone who laughed like that with someone else’s hand on your back.” STOP OMG

“ABBY ANDERSON YOU FUCKING BLONDE BITCH—” real.

“SHE WAS MINE, YOU FUCKING JOCK STRAP, SHE STILL FUCKING IS AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW—” she’s not wrong tho she was never truly abby’s girl so 🤷🏽‍♀️

all i wanted came on im torn between annoyed and sad this is concerning and i love it so much

“You don’t even know her,”-ellie epilogue prt2

“She hadn’t asked about your day. Not about what you were writing. Not how you were feeling……The necklace around your neck was heavy—gold, oversized, nothing like you. Loud. Expensive. Thoughtless in its sparkle. then you remember another necklace. Platinum. Your birth stone. Understated. Designed just for you— two tiny initials woven together like they were bounded to eternity. Hers and yours. Ellie's.”- reader with abby epilogue prt1

coincidence? i think not

no no no no fuck i’m the worse second hand embarrassment every i quite literally feel ill i could see it coming but i denied it thought no way she’s that unfocused but no she is and now i want to unread it but i cant and i don’t know if i wanna read the rest

i read it had to cover that bit up but i read it and ive got more to say

-Her voice dropped to a harsh whisper, each word laced with accusation. “You think I don’t see how you choke up and cry on stage when you sing the songs you wrote for her?”- THEN WHY GET WITH HER JESUS she said publicly that’s she’ll be in love with someone else till she dies then you just go and think that’s opinions going to change after a few months? NO!

“But do you love me?” she asked. Her voice didn’t rise. It dropped. “Because I do love you. And you never once said it back.” -not enough to get to know her tho? ok i guess i see how it is buddy.

“You are so fucking pathetic,” i was gonna say i kinda feel bad for her but never fucking mind fuck abby and her stupid ass braid i haven’t felt this much hate for her since i played the last of us 2 pre her seattle pov for the first time

“You cried for Ellie. For your Ellie.” i’ve just realised how the fuck are they even going to get back into contact with eachother. does ellie even have a phone? reader doesn’t have that good of connections if ellie doesn’t she’s not getting the number by asking around. no insta account. no phone number. no facebook. no email. no snap. no tiktok. how is this happening?

“It would kill you” already killed me she’ll be fine mate

“She didn’t care if the album was played a billion times. If that billion didn’t include you,” i hate you so much right now

“You both pressed play. At the same time. Without knowing. Without planning.” their interlinked swear on my life they belong together

“She sang about the way she left. The way she never stopped dreaming about you even when the drugs made dreaming unbearable.” their so sweet but in a way that makes you happy and buzzing when you first have them and then you get the worst sugar crash and feel sick and tired.

“love letter you were too proud, too shattered, too human to send.” should have just sent them would have saved me a lot of pain and suffering

“And to the love that never died, only waited to be heard” peak cinema. need a physical copy signed by the author. need a movie adaptation. need a sequel, a prequel and a million extra blurbs

i timed this shit perfect the last song finish the last song on her album as i finished the ending im broken and this is so fucking long but you wrote 20k words and i read them as a dyslexic and horrifically sick so hopefully you read this. this took me like four and a half hours to read bro. i have the worse headache ever. love this story love your writing and love you xx 🩷🩷

BAMBI. no. no because what do i even SAY to this. this is not an ask. this is a holy scripture. this is an archival document. this is something future literature professors will read and say, “we’ve uncovered a primary source from the Great Lesbian Heartbreak of 2025.”

you were SICK. you were DYSLEXIC. and you STILL READ EVERY. SINGLE. WORD. while listening to the playlist. while pausing to sob. while annotating it like it was your own goddamn soul. and now i’m sobbing because you saw it. you saw all of it.

—

"lover, you should’ve come over” came on while reading the opening… girl. GIRL. that’s not a coincidence. that’s divine timing. that’s them. you closing your eyes and crying? yeah. that was Ellie holding your face in her hands. that was reader whispering “i waited for you.” that was god saying feel this. and you did.

—

“Her expression wasn’t empty. It was abandoned.” the way you clung to this one. i knew this line would gut people but reading you plead for her to be okay afterward?? i felt that like a punch in the chest. you understood that she wasn’t numb—she was left behind. by the world. by herself. and maybe even by reader.

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YOU TOOK A BREAK TO GET A DRINK AND CAME BACK TO “HE KISSED HER TEMPLE” AND BROKE EVEN HARDER??? yeah. yeah. that’s exactly the structure. you crawl through hell. and then you touch a warm memory and burst into tears all over again.

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“She told him he was an idiot. He said she was the meanest person he’d ever called his friend.” you’re PROUD OF HER. AND SO AM I. you don’t even know how much this moment meant to me. to have her laugh. high-five. eat. insult. connect. she’s not healed. but she’s healing. and you felt proud. that’s everything.

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"SHE HAS A FRIEND” 🥳🥳🥳 YES SHE DOES. and his name is thomas. and he’s an idiot. and he loves her. AND MAYBE he will have an appearance in the future!

—

the way you remembered the necklace scene from part one and CLOCKED the parallels with ellie’s line “you don’t even know her”?? i just screamed. you SAW the construction. you pieced it together like a scholar in a sapphic conspiracy bunker and i am BOWING to you.

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“i was gonna say i feel bad for abby BUT NEVERMIND” LMAOOOOOO i am on the floor. you are so real for that. abby stans pack it up. you’re NOT winning this one.

—

“how will they even contact each other?” girl. GIRL. don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to 😭😭😭 you’re so right tho. they’re off the grid. they’re on opposite ends of the country. and yet. they still pressed play at the same time. they are so connected it’s sick. and it’s beautiful. and it’s the whole goddamn point.

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“this is like a double fictional character” no because THAT’S the line that sent me into orbit. you’re so right. she’s not even real ONCE. she’s not in a show. she’s not in a book. she’s a headcanon inside a fanfic and you’re still crying like she’s your best friend. and that means… i did my job.

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“I HATE THIS STORY ALL IT BRINGS IS PAIN AND FEAR” but you read it anyway. because the love inside it matters. because the healing hurts but it’s real. because you believe they can still find each other. and baby… they can.

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you finished the chapter at the same time the last song on the playlist ended. you wrote a multi-page emotional exorcism and you trusted me to read it.

i’m not only going to read it—i’m going to keep this. this message is getting saved in the vault. this is why i write.

thank you. thank you for surviving with me. thank you for feeling it all. thank you for four and a half hours of heartbreak and clarity.

I LOVE YOU WITH MY WHOLE ENTIRE SOUL.

part 3 is for you. you earned it. 🩷

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