#I saw a pic of her in a group and suddenly remembered her

[ladywaterfall]

Remember that time Hasbro made that evil queen Chrysalis pony toy but decided to print on random high frilly socks on this evil villain that clashed immensely with her cartoon image for seemingly no real reason

[richiejerimovichsblueeyes]

Never Forget You-Part 1- Richie Jerimovich x Female reader. 18+ MDI

Warnings- A brief smutty part, but other than that SFW.

Authors Note- Here is the first part of a mini series I am working on:) This story will have a lot of flashbacks written in (hence the pic of baby Ebon in the header image). The flash backs take place 2009-ish. Richie would be 30-ish and reader is 20, Ebon is probably younger than 30 in that pic, but I wrote flashback Richie with his longer floppy hair 🫠 I hope you all enjoy this! Life has been a bit busy, so it might be a couple weeks for an update.

Word count- 3,373

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Your phone dinged. You reached into your pocket to see a text from your friend Elizabeth. A few days ago, you informed her that you were headed back home to visit. She was shocked. Your friendship had faded to video calls and Facebook messages. It had been a few years since you saw her. The reunion was long overdue. 

Hey! Since you are back home for a bit, would you wanna meet up? There’s a cool new restaurant called The Bear I wanna check out. Heard it’s amazing!” 

“sure! I’d love to. How does Thursday sound?:)” you replied. 

“My calendar is clear! I’ll meet you there at 9pm. Oh btws wear something nice. It’s quite the swanky place. Reservation will be under my last name. See ya soon, girl,” you replied with a smiley and a thumbs up. You looked up from your phone and took in your surroundings. Your heart ached at the memories. His laughter, his brilliant smile, and his stunningly bright blue eyes. It was like you could hear his voice on those warm Chicago summer days. Sharing a bag of Chicago style popcorn here on the pier. It was like time had frozen and you were twenty again. You thought you could handle it, but you couldn’t, even after all these years.

“Y/n! Let’s go get something to eat,” your brother hollered, pulling you from your memories. It was for the best. Stay too long and it would begin to hurt again. You had bottled it up for so long, and now it was threatening to spill and he wouldn’t be there to patch the hole this time, that you knew for certain.  

You typed “The Bear, Chicago” in the Google search bar. You took a sip of your mint tea while waiting for the results. At the top of the search results, you saw a few pictures of what seemed to be a group of staff in front of the building. You clicked it, and it soon opened up across your laptop screen. “The Original Beef of Chicagoland soon to become a new establishment; The Bear.” The headline reads. Air escaped your lungs from a certain person in the photo. Standing amongst the group of people was that familiar tall lanky man; Richard Jerimovich or more commonly “Richie”. The surrounding air suddenly felt thick. It had been years, over a decade, since you last saw him. He now sported a short haircut, close to his scalp, instead of his shaggy mop of brown curls. The years had added some age to his handsome face. Those blue eyes still pierced through you like lightning, even through a photograph. Thoughts and questions had flooded your mind. You recognized Natalie and Carmen Berzatto. Where was Michael? You wondered. Your eyes went back to Richie. He had a flat expression on his face. You remembered always begging him to smile. 

“Richie! Just smile,” you said enthusiastically “Nah, real men don’t smile for pictures, doll.” He smirked. “You’re smiling, loser.” You laughed as you posed for the picture. The flash went off before you could make another comment. After the photo was taken, Richie looked at you with an amused expression. “Turns out a beautiful girl like you makes a man smile.” he winked. He always knew exactly what to say to make your heart take off into a frenzy. Your fingers tangled into his curls, pulling him in. His lips found yours in a soft, yet demanding, kiss. “Get a room!” You hear a boisterous voice yell with laughter. Richie pulls back, your body still wrapped in his arms. Mikey sits up on top of the counter. He takes a big swig of his beer. Your point and shoot blue Sony digital camera hanging from his wrist by the strap. Richie chucks his empty beer can at him. Mickey dodges it gracefully. “Fuckin’ jagoff!” Richie grumbles before leaning in for another kiss.

The memory made your heart ache. Days like that were the best. You were young, and hopelessly in love. It had been fifteen years since that part of your life. You were twenty then. Richie had ten years on you. Richie and Mikey were your older brother’s best friends. You grew up around those two abrasive, but loveable men. Riche had always been your crush for as long as you had remembered. To your surprise, Richie had felt the same. At first, your brother wasn’t thrilled with the idea of his best friend dating his much younger sister, but he eventually accepted it. Despite the age gap, you were both completely, or so you thought, in love. During that time, you were convinced that your future was set. But, life had a cruel way of taking those hopes and dreams and crushing them til they were nothing. The thought of possibly seeing Richie again, after all these years, terrified you. What would you say? Would he ever care? But, most of all, would he even remember?  

You sat across from your old friend, Elizabeth, in the swanky both at The Bear. Your hands were clammy and your knees were jittery. Richie had to be here. You could feel his presence. When you were younger, you could always feel him in a room, like a sixth sense. “Girl, you look great these days!” Elizabeth exclaimed as she took a sip from her glass of water. “Ah, thanks..not keeping up on any skin care routines, or doing any hot yoga. I go to bed with makeup on my face and stuff my face with popcorn while watching The Voice.” You chuckled. Elizabeth always had it all together with perfectly manicured nails, honey blonde highlights always touched up, and designer clothing from Saks Fifth Avenue. She married a marketing executive at twenty-three. You came back home from the wedding but kept a low profile and stayed far away from The Beef to avoid Richie. You desperately wanted to see him, but you couldn’t go through another heartbreak, especially with it being so fresh then. Elizabeth’s belly was slightly swollen due to her being three months pregnant with her second child. “Tell me about it. I eat enough dill pickles to keep Vlasic in business,” she chuckled. Out of my peripheral vision, I saw a familiar man approach our table. My eyes met Neil Fak, a friend of Mikey and Richies, and also a former mechanic of The Beef. Apparently, he had stuck around. “Hello, ladies, could I interest you in our wine?” He asked in his familiar voice with his friendly smile. “I do find it to be the best.” He says in a loud whisper. His eyes travel over to meet yours, his body freezing with a look of surprise on his face. “Y/N?” He says with astonishment. You nod slowly. “In the flesh, you add.” You had always liked Fak. He was a sweet man who had a joyful and carefree nature. “Hiccups is back.” He stated, using your old nickname, his eyes still full of surprise. When you were nineteen, you got hiccups rather frequently. Richie had given you the nickname. Almost everyone at The Beef, or those tied to it, had a nickname from Natalie, who was called Sugar, to Richie, whom Mikey called cousin, even though they were not related to the Berzattos whatsoever. “I’ll have a glass of wine, and my friend here will have water.” Elizabeth was probably wondering how you knew your server. She knew Richie, but didn’t know the rest of The Beef crew back then. After you left Chicago, Elizabeth knew to not speak of Richie. Maybe your brother had told her not to? “Neil Fak at your service,” He proclaimed with a salute before turning away and heading towards the door to what you assumed was the kitchen. “You know him?” Elizabeth asked after he was out of earshot. “Yeah, an old friend.” You shrugged. You hoped you could steer away the conversation and not bring up Richie, and the reason why you didn’t want to come here. But, to your demise you felt him before you saw him. The hairs on the back of your neck were alert, and the shaking in your knees got worse. It was now time to face the inevitable. 

“I need covered on table nine, man! A glass of water and wine,” Fak said as he came rushing into the kitchen as I helped Syd organize orders. “Not now Fak.” I grumbled. “Seriously man! I’m gonna piss myself.” He groaned. Sydney shot me a glance. “I got it,” she whispered. “Fine, go piss. But you owe me.” I grumbled. “Oh, thank god!” He said with relief as he hurried towards the staff bathroom. “He seem off to you?” I ask Syd as she meticulously scanned over the ordered. “Just Fak being Fak,” she shrugged. I let out a small chuckle and headed towards the swinging door towards the dining room. Sweeps had the glass of water and wine waiting at the bar. I gave him a nod and grabbed them headed toward table nine on auto pilot. Two women sat across from each other at table nine. “A glass of water and a glass of wine for two lovely ladies.” I said with my best customer service voice. I’d admit, I was good at the charm. “Thank you.” The woman with honey blonde hair said with a warm smile as I sat her water down. I turned towards the other women. My heart stopped. There was y/n looking absolutely gorgeous. Her eyes went wide at the sight of me. “Richie?” Her sweet voice said, and the sound of her silky voice sent my hands shaking. The wine glass slipped from my hands, causing the chatter in the dining room to still as glass shattered on the floor. “Fuck!“Fuck!” I muttered as red wine splattered all over y/ns dress. She grabbed a napkin and began blotting the spots. “No, no. Come on, babe.” I said, while grabbing her arm. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.” I said as she rose to her feet. I glanced at her friend, who looked completely confused. Y/n didn’t pull her arm away as I helped her to the kitchen. It felt like old times. She was still so soft, delicate, and feminine. I ran my fingers along the underside of her forearm. A small whimper escaped her lips, causing my dick to twitch. Oh how I missed those pretty little noises. 

“What the fuck Richie!? Get her out of the kitchen!” Carmy screamed, causing y/n to jump. He froze as he took a look in our direction. “y/n?” He asked, his eyes wind. I nodded as I hurried her along. I needed to get her alone, also help her get out of her wine stained dress. Unfortunately, I don’t think she would no longer be comfortable stripping around me after all this time. I bet her sexy body looked even better. Her curves had filled out, her tits fuller. I bet she looked lethal under that dress. I wanted to worship her body, show her how much I missed her after all this time. Show her I still had it after fifteen years, hear her scream my name as I buried..oh fuck! I needed to get it together. 

She sat down in a chair in Nat’s unoccupied office. “Here.” I said hand her my old shirts from The Beef that I had stashed in my locker. “So you wear a suit now.” She smirked. I chuckled “Yeah. Does it look ok?” I winked. “Oh, I prefer The Beef shirt and your track pants, but you clean up well.” She said as her pretty eyes looked into mine. “Let me go find you pants or something.” I said as I began to leave the room. “Wait!” she said. I turned back around and took a sharp exhale as she pulled down the strap or her dress. “You’re playing a dangerous game, babe.” I growled as I closed the distance between us. My hand cupped her breast, while my other hand rested on her hip.“I don’t know where to even begin..I missed you. Is there even a word for missing someone too much?” I whispered as I squeezed her breast, causing those pretty little sounds I desperately loved hearing again. “Richie, we need to talk. We have fifteen years to catch up on. I need answers. I can’t just hook up with you and it will all be ok again.” I sighed. She was right. I was a complete horn dog, but in my defence, she started it by being a little tease. Reluctantly, I removed my hand and gently replaced her strap to her dress while placing a gentle kiss on her lightly freckled shoulder, causing goosebumps to appear on her skin. Her eyes froze when she saw my wedding band on my finger. I was stupid and didn’t take it off, like I knew I should have. A few weeks ago, I finally accepted that Tiff and I were done. I still respected her. She was the mother of my child. What we had was good, but nothing like me and Y/N. And here she was, looking confused at the sight of my wedding band. “You’re ...married,” she said in a nervous whisper. “Was.” I confirmed. I couldn’t bring myself to make eye contact with her. “I had to move on y/n. I couldn’t wallow in my misery. I had too.” I said. “I called you, I wrote you…I did everything Richie, for over a year. And here you once claimed you couldn’t live without me. That one day we would get married, have a family, live happily ever, and all fairy tale that bullshit.” I could hear the pain in her voice. I wanted to take it away, to hold her. But I knew that wasn’t smart. I felt anger boil to the surface. “You pushed me away, remember? You said you need space. Well, baby. You got over a decade of it. Happy now!” I said with my voice raised. “I was young, Richie! I was only twenty. I didn’t know what I wanted.” She said with her voice breaking. Sighing I pulled her into me. “I was young then too sweetheart. But, so much has changed since then.” I wanted to tell her about Eva, about how The Beef became The Bear, and how Mikey was no longer with us. I’ll admit I got her letters and read them all. Hell, I read one just a few weeks ago. I still loved her, I never stopped, even when I was married to Tiff, even after losing my best friend. Maybe I was an idiot for still loving the girl who broke my heart, and I definitely was a bigger idiot for letting her get away. Both of our hearts broke fifteen years ago, and I was determined to mend them both back together. “Richie, we can’t just put a bandaid on this.” She whispered into my shoulder and I held her. She still smelt like the familiar heaven…Adidas moves for her. That’s all she wore back then, and clearly she never stopped. Her scent was like home. “I know, babe. I know.” I whispered back while breathing her in. “I know..” I continued as I held her in my arms like I had so many times before. 

Your POV

When you were sixteen, your grandmother gave you a scrapbook on your birthday. Throughout your teens and early twenties, you filled it with movie ticket stubs, magazine clippings, stickers, and photos. It always traveled with you in your suitcase. The memories were one of the most important things you could hold in your possessions. You flipped through the pages, pausing every so often to bask in the nostalgia of the 2000s. You chuckled at your past self as you saw the last few pages decorated with cute hand-drawn hearts and your lipstick marks. The last few pages made your heart still. Plastered across the slightly worn pages were several taped on pictures of you and Richie, and some with Mikey and your brother. You ran your fingers over the photos as if to relish in the past. 

“Richie and Me <3 3/17/2009” His 30th birthday. Your curly handwriting read under a selfie of you and Richie, peace sign and duck lips at his birthday party. You chuckled at the cringy 2000s photo trend. You carefully pulled the taped photo off the page to inspect it closer. The memory came rushing back. 

He insisted that you didn’t make a big deal about his birthday. Saying that birthdays were never a big deal in his family. But, as his girlfriend, you did make it a big deal. “Did you enjoy your party?” You asked as you both laid in your bed. Your mom didn’t let Richie spend the night or come over at all. After all, you were twenty, an adult who could make her own decisions. Everything about your relationship with Richie was something she hated. He was ten years older, had a dirty mouth, and a rebellious attitude. She had always welcomed Richie and Mikey into her home as friends of your older brother, but once she caught you and Richie dry humping in the backyard, she forbade him from coming over. Little did she know Richie had grabbed a roll ladder to climb into your window. 

“Terrible party.” He teased as he kissed your forehead. “Seriously babe. Did you like it?” You asked, looking into his sky-blue eyes. Richie smiled, which always made your stomach flip. “Sweetheart..that was the nicest thing anyone has done for me. I don’t know how you managed to get Mikey to close down the beef for the night and to keep a secret.” “Well, I have my charms.” I grinned while playing with the chain around his neck with the cross. “Seriously though, I pitched the idea to Mikey a month or so ago. The dude loves you so much, and…so do I. You’re special to us, and we wanted to show you. At your favorite place, with your favorite food, your favorite people. “You’re forgetting my favorite thing, babe.” He whispered, pulling you tight. “What’s that?” You asked. “You, gorgeous. I have everything I need. Friends I call family, the most crazy yet awesome job ever, and most importantly the most beautiful women in the world as my girl”

Tears threatened to spill as you took your trip down memory lane while looking at the old photographs. You closed the book and shoved it back in your suitcase. The sight of Richie earlier that night brought back all the old feelings from the feeling of first love, the nights spent with swollen lips, quivering thighs, and his raspy moans. The laughter from him, Mikey, and your brother’s stories and antics, and the horrible feeling of that first heartbreak. I was never this emotional. The last time I cried over Richie Jerimovich was the last time I swore I’d ever cry over a man, and that was fifteen-ish years ago. Now here I was, pathetically crying over someone I said would never get another ounce of my tears. 

To be continued………..

[rinatic]

Hello can i request mark as a boyfriend?

Thank you so much for requesting :)

Mark as a boyfriend

You two were friends

Not exactly best friends but you were comfortable with each other

After being caught up in work, mark felt bad because you two don't hang out anymore

It was for a kinda long period like two months

So mark decided to call you because he randomly thought about you

"Y/n, how about we hang out today? Kinda missed you haha :)"

And ofc you agreed to meet him because who wouldn't hang out with mark?

So he cleared his schedules for you

When he saw you for the first time after these months, he couldn't tell what changed about you, but you just became prettier and hotter

So when you talked, he would accidentally stare at you for too long and ask you to repeat what you said

That's when mark started falling in love gradually with you

In the following days, he would accidentally zone out thinking about it

He missed you a lot even though you guys literally text and face time every day

And you started hanging out more and more

Bro would be so awkward the more he falls in love

But it's cute

And the confession will be so cute actually

It will be a cherished but thought of as funny memory lol

Now moving on to bf mark

He would be so caring ???

He himself doesn't know that he's caring to the point of willing to help you with every little thing

Bro just discovered his protective nature and is kinda overwhelmed

Spends all his money on you

Like you suddenly realize how many accessories, clothing items you have

But you remember you didn't buy it

He just takes gift giving to the next level

Like literally ask for anything even a five million ring lol

You're so spoiled im jealous :(

WRITES. SONGS. ABOUT. YOU

No because imagine mark writing a song about you

Where he pours all of his emotions into his work

And you discover how romantic he is because boi where did you get these words from??

When you read it, you can't help but fold and melt lol

He would be so shy to show because he knows you will tease him

But it's actually so ??? You didn't know he loved you this much

He would say "i just wrote a song why you making a big deal.." but you definitely didn't notice the other sheets hidden there in his studio with the 'for y/n ♡' on them

Can i mention that when he's with you he actually melts?

Like he literally loves you so much

But he's so shy to form his love into words and demonstrate it

So it's a good thing he can write his feelings for you

On his phone, he has 'y/n tingz' in his gallery

Where he has pics of you doing anything

And it's what he looks at when he needs inspiration

127 and dream tease him so much its unbearable poor baby

Just save him from haechan lmao

Whe they meet you they're like "so you're y/n? Mark keeps blabbering about you all day" "mark is always talking about you like give us rest damn" "do you know that mark always talks about you in the group chat? I almost thought you were a new member"

And boi just turns into a tomato

He's also very funny

"Send a pic of your heart?" "Just say you want a boob pic" "no ma'am i asked for your HEART not my problem that it's behind your boobs 😤"

"My girlfriend didn't share her food with me :(((" "shut up mark you literally have your plate in front of you" "why so rude dude?? I can definitely tell you didn't MARK me in your heart"

"Did you just skip my song???" "No it's an nct song" "girl I'm in nct 😭" "wait you were in the sub unit for this song??" "Dude..." "not my fault youre in 23 member group"

"Mark can we hold hands?" "No I'm christian.." "why tf do you suddenly turn christian around me??! As if you don't write sex songs" "y/n????"

Anyways

You absolutely shake him up

He's extremely grateful that you're in his life

Like he just becomes a better version of himself everyday thanks to you

He also loves showing you off

Says "This is my girlfriend, y/n :)" so proudly

He also thinks that you deserve love

So he tries his best to shower you in love even if he's shy

He also thinks that you don't have to be insecure because you're so gorgeous

So he also makes sure that you're absolutely confident

He's very hardworking and wants to take his boyfriend role seriously

Provides for you

Because he really wants your relationship to develop into something more stronger

He treats you with a lot of respect

He's also fair, so you'll receive the same amount of love you give him

Gets lost in his thoughts while thinking about your future together

You're both his girlfriend and his best friend

He also acts confident all the time but on the inside, he's so scared that you'll find someone better and leave him

He has that hidden fear

So reassure him :(

Also

An attention seeker

He can't live without your attention

That's why the boys tease him by occupying you in their shit so you can forget about mark 😭

Poor boy doesn't realize that they're behind this at first

He'll think you're avoiding him and thinks too much deeply about the cause of this

"What did i do? 😟" so cuteeeee

Johnny is definitely the one behind all of this

Says the only way to make it for him is by cuddling

So he'll act in a cute way which is rare since he wants you to see him as mature

He's the cutest boyfriend ever awieeeeee

[one-annon]

RUSTYNAILSHIPPING DRABBLE

i might make these into a little series..like a small thing leading up to the scott tibbs documentary... stacy is the lead singer for WOTG! shes an oc and you can find her on @wr4th-of-the-gods :)

scott sighs as he flips open his phone. he was lying out on the couch he once shared with his best buddy. his buddy who has been missing for months. by this point, scott was sure he was dead..but he didnt want it to be true. so like anyone in denial, he copes. usually with another rolled up joint or another swig of stolen shitty beer.

the phone rang. that dumb little ringtone he had set for adam. he waited. and waited. and waited. scott wouldnt admit the small part of him that hoped and prayed the boy would answer. he never admitted to his feelings toward adam. they were gross. they made him vulnerable. he cant be vulnerable. not when he had a front to uphold.

the call went to voicemail. its been doing that since adam had first gone missing. the only sign of where that stupid boy was had to be a fucking new report didnt it? he remembers trying not to cry as lark told him the news.

"adams gone missing. news is saying it was a jigsaw game.." lark had told him. "some guy made it out. lawrence gordon. yknow him?"

of course he knew fucking lawrence gordon. that was that freak adam told him he had to take pics of. that cheating son of a bitch. did he kill adam? maybe he was the fucker that put him in that damn room. he left adam to fucking die. he fucking killed adam!

since then, scotts felt a deep hatred for this stupid doctor guy. if he saw that blonde bastard, he'd learn the other reason scott wore rings.

he waited for that stupid beep. "hey adam." he choked out, hating how his voice cracked. "i uh..i miss you a lot man. i dont even know if you have your fuckin' phone..this is stupid." he paused. a long, depressing pause. "…please call me if you can."

he hung up, setting down the phone with a long drawn out sigh. what was he going to do? adam was gone and he was alone.

scott hated being alone. hes never felt truly alone since he met adam and now…now he feels like hes lost everything. his everything. he felt ike his life purpose was stripped away from him and he doesnt know what to do or how to feel.

he could hear his bandmates in the other room. they were supposed to be practicing for their next gig but scott couldnt bring himself to get up, let alone rock out. they said they understood how he felt but he knew they didnt. how could they understand?

the rocker sat up, his head in his hands. he wouldnt cry. he cant cry. not over adam. he heard a voice behind him, high pitched. he didnt register what was said and personally, he couldnt care less. fuck them.

the weight on the couch shifted as someone sat down. a gentle hand was on his shoulder. he knew who it was - stacy. the girl of the group. he moved his arm sharply, forcing her away from his space. "fuck off!" he shouted, his words missing the bite they usually had.

"scott.." she whispered, "whats going on? youre not yourself." she didnt know who he fucking was! she didnt know shit!

scott stood from his seat, grabbing his phone and the keys to his truck. "shut the fuck up! god- you all are so-..so fucking annoying! all i want is a moment of peace in this fucking house!" he opened the front door, slamming it shut behind himself.

no one dared to go after him, even if he silently wished they would. fuck, what happened to him? one god damn person goes missing and suddenly hes a pathetic loser who doesnt know how to fucking take care of himself or his stupid pussy feelings.

his truck shifted under his weight as he climbed in, gripping the wheel with such force that his knuckles whitened under his grip. he stayed still for a long moment, catching the breath he didnt know he was holding.

"FUCK!" he screamed into the night air, banging his forehead against the top of his steering wheel. he groaned immediately after, his hand pressed to his forehead as pulled away from the wheel. what the hell was he thinking?

in all truth, he wasnt thinking. he couldnt think of anything else besides that stupid photographer. it's been that was for so long. scott doesnt know why hes so fucking desperate for adam to come back. it's like no one fucking cared. his best friend since the age of 5 was missing and no one cared but himself.

he would think adam's brothers would give some sort of shit but he's heard nothing. blinking away the tears in his eyes, scott pulled the truck door shut, staring out the window and into the night sky. he furrowed his brows, thinking hard about his next move.

what was this jigsaw guy even about? why did he choose adam of all people? hell, scott wouldve been a better player than him! at least he had the balls to complete some challenge. he could cut off his own foot if he needed to.

he looked at his phone, picking it up again. it was stupid but it was his coping. who the fuck had any right to judge him about his coping? he was scott tibbs! he knew what he fuckin needed. he dialed adams number again.

and he waited. and waited. and waited.

'youve reached adam faulkner, im not able to come to the phone right now…'

scotts fingers tightened around his phone at that stupid voice.

'uh..yeah. you know what to do.'

he waited for the beep, his eyes burning with the effort to not cry. scott covered his mouth with his hand, staring out the windshield.

"i miss you." was all he said at first, his voice cracking.

"i miss you more than youd ever know, ads. im-.." scott paused. he shouldnt be saying this. what if the others get hold of his phone? whatever. fuck them. "im nothing without you. i get that now. i- i cant sleep, cant play, cant think without you. please come home."

i love you is how he wanted to end it, but he wouldnt let anyone know that. not even adam himself. if he was even alive anymore.

credit to @djarrex for the silly little dividers <3

[bunnihearted]

suddenlyyyyy i feel soooooo fkn lonely again bc i saw one of my old classmate's insta posts and she's back visiting here (she moved to the us to her gf) and she posted pics of her old friend group from 9th grade and i realized that they are normal ppl, they had eo in school then grew up and made new friends and saw new places and made lives for themselves and they still talk and meet eo when they can but i am all alone im lonely my old friends dont fkn care about me and the last time like 3yrs ago they contacted me and wanted a "reunion" (they still all hung out and acted like i wouldnt be able to check their facebooks and see that) they talked about dates and were like omg yeah we should meet that day in 3 months thats nothing special right (they acted like they didnt fkn know that was my birthday and they hadnt celebrated my birthday before). anyway seeing that post suddenly made me spiral and wanna cry and throw up bc like. none of the ppl i have known fucking cares about me and i could kill myself tmrw and they wouldnt even know. but they all have eo and like idk i wanna cry why did everything go so fkn wrong for me???? why have i been alone for 10 years and like whyyyyy am i such a horrible awful person that i dont deserve all those normal things everyone else around me has. i am nothing. and it makes me remember that yeah sure ppl online might talk to me but they still have real actual friends and they have real actual ppl in their lives and what am i?????? nothing. im nothing. what can u call me??? nothing i am fucking nothing.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im nobody im nothing im nobody im nothing. just bc i type words dont mean i exist or am someone. i want to be real. if anyone who has met me meets someone else they could just forget all about me and focus everything on the new ones. im not real. im nobody. i dont exist. i cant be called anything.

[majaloveschris]

She really said that? I don't remember this. It's funny how she hates him and his fans, but of course when they provide "rumors" or "gossips," they come in handy so she can have more clicks./:

So I listened to her timeline last night and she is something else. First, her voice is irritating and grating, just no. I couldn’t listen to an entire hour of that.

But second: so she says she was fed information about Evans not dating someone in the business over the spring of 2021, but that’s when Baptista followed him back. She left that follow out. But she said she was getting emails from this woman’s friend talking her all about this “relationship” so that’s how she knew it was true. Not his side, the girls side.

So she went on saying once NYE 1.0 happened, she started to think okay, maybe. Even though no one saw the group split from the other group, she was told he was walking around with an unknown brunette in Vegas, but again, no pics.

Then she said the dust settles and we hear nothing, but she’s being sent all sorts of blinds about him and women in ATL, so she thinks they’re obviously fake, but maybe not, but that’s why she NEVER posted those blinds…🙄

Fast forward to the announcement dropping and the pap walk: LITERALLY the only reason she gives for believing this is real and that she’s now suddenly on team real relationship is the pap walk pictures. According to her, Evans is sooooooooo private. He would NEVEE hire a pap to take pictures of him.

So here’s the thing: we all thought she was getting paid to flip. No. She’s just an idiot who wanted clicks and interactions, and what better way to accomplish that than taking a very beloved actor who she’s admitted she’s never gotten any information from him or his side, and talk about their largest story to date. But also: if she’s being fed anything, it’s from Baptista’s side. She knew an awful lot about her, Justin, and Joana

Thanks for listening and writing it down; I couldn't get myself to do it.

So she basically received emails from that girl's friend, whom he was dating? I guess this was the East Coast girl, the one from Boston, or are we talking about three entirely different people, because this whole thing is confusing. In any case, I'm suspicious of the whole friend thing. I don't know if she actually received any evidence that this whole relationship is true or if she just basically believed a random somebody's email, because everybody can say their friend is dating him. I always found it surreal that she believes almost everything people say to her. She doesn't try to fact-check anything. It's not like people can only tell the truth, and somebody like her with more than a million followers, I think, should be more careful about the things she shares. I understand that she gets a lot of emails, anons, etc., but she should at least check those that are a little bit more serious.

It's so unbelievable that she, who doesn't really care if the things she shares are true or not or even if they don't make any sense, didn't want to share a story about Chris's love life, especially during the 2022 spring and summer, when a lot of people talked about him and Alba.

She knows that this isn't the first time Chris has done a pap walk, right? Or how does she imagine this? The pap was hiding in a random spot in New York, and they happened to walk past him. She is right that Chris would never hire one, because it's probably his team that calls the pap.

He is so private, which she's stated several times now, but somehow she still has information about his love life.

I don't know if she realizes how much bullshit she's been saying or if she simply thinks her followers are so stupid they don't realize that she contradicts herself all the time

[twdmusicboxmystery]

Carol/Melissa pictures and leaks while filming in France. She's definitely back! Spinoff is looking like multiple seasons. Have any thoughts on what a longer show might look like?

These are the only pictures I've seen. If there are more, please send them to me.

These are...wildly inconclusive.

Look, I'll say what I say every time I'm asked this:

If there IS a season 2, and Melissa IS going to be in it, cool. I would actually like that because way back in S5, they foreshadowed that Daryl and Carol would find Beth together. All that would mean is that they did a season 1 without MMB so she could have a break and get her affairs in order (which is--gasp!--exactly what all the actors and writers said was happening) and then she'll be in season 2.

But I will also say that just because she's there doesn't automatically mean anything. I don't see any cameras, she's not in costume, and I definitely don't see Norman in these pictures.

So, while it doesn't bother me either way, these pics still don't prove much. I don't look at these and think anything is "confirmed." Just my opinion, though.

Xoxo! ☀️💓

@wdway:

Yes, I saw this about a week or so ago and I went to the caryler sites to read what they think is going on, they're so excited. I should say originally I saw the picture on the left. Okay here's my understanding, the day this person was spotted and I'm not saying this isn't Melissa I'm just saying I'm suspicious.

There was a cast call a while back for a gray headed woman and so I'm assumed a stand in for Carol, someone that could be filmed from a distance or simply standing in for her, whatever stands usually do. Remember they were looking for someone that could be a younger version of Daryl and then an older man so it's not like they were just looking for someone for the Carol character.

When the first picture on the left dropped that's what people were saying that this was probably the stand in. You can see her head's down and she's not wanting to really be seen. Then suddenly a week or so later the other one showed up and supposedly people some reliable source on set said, yes, Melissa, Carol. The thing is no one's got a clear picture.

There's also a script page supposedly that's been dropped but it's just one page and one little part that says something to about s1e6 Carol on a motorcycle. The carylers have gone wild over this and they're sure that now that Melissa is in France then she will dominate the second season, because guess what, apparently Norman isn't in France. So it's just out there and I get it, I mean if we had heard of a sighting of Emily, yeah, we'd be going crazy too. So I can't blame them for that.

I want us to take a close look at what they're so very excited about.

@galadrieljones:

If you look really closely that may not actually be Melissa. You could be right.

@wday:

My first thought was that this is the same person from the other photograph the one with the head down but just on the other side of the car. It looks like it's a gray/silver vehicle from what little you can see. Then I looked at the person and I thought, "well maybe that is Melissa," but there was something about it that was driving me crazy. I stared at the picture for a long time, we can't see her eyes because of the sun glasses (conveniently) but then it hit me!

Think about it how many times have you seen Melissa give a toothy smile! That's when I went and just searched through pictures of Melissa, some in costume, some in regular clothing, I can't tell you the number of different photographs I looked at but there was a lot and out of all of them I only saw her smiling a toothy smile two times. One was from the final episode, the scene when Carol is in Alexandria and she's running to hug Aaron. She gives a big toothy smile. The other time I found a smiling photograph, I want to say a group photograph, but that's the only two times I could find her smiling with her teeth showing.

It's out of character for her to have a big toothy smile and I certainly question it if there are people trying to take pictures of her that she obviously does want taken but who knows. There was something else nagging at me and I thought, "okay, let me think about Melissa, what stands out about her."

You know I do portraits so everybody has certain little things that just makes them unique and one of Melissa's big ones is (I know this will sound crazy) if you think about it it's her nose nostrils they somewhat flair. They're very distinct. When people do sketches of her it's always something that's if they get it right they definitely have it right and if not it's not going to look like Melissa. I go back to the photograph trying very hard to see her nostrils I get hit over the head again oh period If you have one of the few pictures of Melissa then France and you're so very proud of getting this exclusive story then why the hell do you put, The Walking Dead France across her face.

I'm not saying this isn't Melissa but I am very, very suspicious about this photograph. The smile is out of character, we can't see her eyes and they seem to have gone out of their way to block a portion of her face with writing. That and that there's no other photographs, like I said very suspicious.

@wdway:

I'll go and try to find the thing about Carol on the motorcycle so you can see what they're getting so excited about. Just like the above photograph I'm very suspicious about this also. Then again maybe that's what the stand in was for, although the day that she was supposedly shooting Norman wasn't there.

@galadrieljones

All good points. If you look closely too she looks a bit heavier than Melissa in the neck area. And you’re right, like I’d you’re so sure it’s her and so proud why are you plastering “TWD FRANCE” over the bottom half of her face?

I also I guess I don’t understand other ppl and where they get this stuff. That could just be a picture of some older lady in a silver suv that somebody plastered “TWD FRANCE” over her face and said it’s Carol. I mean maybe it is Melissa (tho the more I look the less it looks like her) or maybe it’s her body double. But maybe it’s not. What makes ppl just take this stuff at face value?

@wdway:

@galadrieljones

I found this one too of her smiling big

@wdway

I even included one that we can see her smile a little bit with her teeth. Also I found the one with her and Andy and she has sunglasses on it's almost the same pose as the questionable one.

The big script giveaway which has caused such a stir and gave hopes in the hearts of the carylers. Carol is going to be in the end of season 1 and dominate season 2.

@galadrieljones

So this could be a script page for a flashback scene, and that could be a Carol double. …?

Okay??

Were all these things leaked at around the same time? You can’t convince me that’s not on purpose.

Maybe I’m just too rational but I feel ppl are too gullible lol

@wdway

Great picture of Melissa smiling big with her teeth showing. I'm not saying there's not pictures of her that way and she has a very pretty smile I'm just saying it's not her usual smile.

@galadrieljones

If I saw a hint of Beth I would be researching fiercely, refusing to get my hopes up until something was 100% verified. These ppl see one lady with short gray hair and the name “Carol Peletier” printing on a blurry piece of paper and suddenly all of season 2 is about Caryl and their wedding vows I mean come on

@wdway

Remember those pictures of Leah with blonde hair. I think you're one of the first people to check it out. You jumped right on it and we found out very quickly actress that plays Leah.

They're talking about how Melissa has been in France since April and yet the only photograph anybody can get is that car one. Not saying it's not Melissa but it's almost verges on being sad, I do not want to be sorry for the carylers.

I guess you could consider all the talk good for the Daryl spinoff although they've been so negative towards Norman. I really am disappointed that Melissa hasn't stepped in to shut all this craziness down. She is not a victim. Just because people don't like her decisions and they should not be blaming everybody else. If she has been mistreated by Gimple and TWD then it's her voice that needs to be heard.

@galadrieljones

Yeah I agree. I feel like tptb does this stuff to them because they know they’ll eat it right up. They just see what they want to see.

@wdway

I stand corrected since mid-march.

@galadrieljones

Her silence seems to imply she has nothing to say. Like I feel whatever did happen she is a professional and if she felt the need to explain she would.

Lol what I don’t understand. That’s a pic of Norman with two women and an unrelated picture of a woman who looks like MMB in a car. How does that equate to her being in France since mid March lol

@wdway

I have absolutely no idea. Then again we're the delusional ones.

@galadrieljones

The fact that we self-identify as Delusional is perhaps the best proof that we’re not the delusional ones. Self-awareness is everything lol.

[writingwoe]

omg i found all my old writing for PIC and i forgot how cute they are

Lauren still remembered the first time she saw him, in year 9 science when he’d come into her class to ask her teacher (a short man with a face like a startled sheep that they all called Shepherd) if his class could borrow the air-con remote because theirs wasn’t working. 

The class had been loud and full of chatter, some sort of paper war going on that meant Lauren had makeshift confetti caught in her hair when Shepherd had looked up with a smile and told someone to come in. Lauren ducked a paper ball aimed for her head and looked over her friend Tally to see a boy with a striped long-sleeve under his school shirt closing the door behind him, not pausing to look around as he’d headed straight for the desk at the front of the room. 

He had short brown hair, ruffled and sticking up in some places but flat in others like maybe he’d slept on it recently, and the kind of soft-sharp face that came with being 15. It was the smile he’d given to her when she’d scooched her chair in to make room for him to walk past that had made her heart stutter. 

His name was Lycan Rosewood, one of the younger members of a huge family that ran the town's oldest and best cafe-slash-bookstore-slash-library-slash-hardware store. His older sister had actually been the last captain of Lauren’s field hockey team before she’d graduated and moved states to go to university. Lauren was pretty sure every member of the Rosewood family had attended their highschool, and she couldn’t imagine the kind of pressure that would put on Lycan.

He seemed to take it in stride though, grin warm and affectionate whenever someone connected him to a past student, happily updating any questioning staff about his family's well being. Rumour had it, most of them lived in a big house just outside of town; grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, the whole family. 

Lauren only lived with her sister and their dad. He was a writer with an ongoing fantasy series about magical pirates, and he was the sole reason she wasn’t failing english. 

After that fateful day in science class, she was suddenly noticing Lycan everywhere. Walking between classes, standing in line at the canteen, grabbing something off of a teacher or out of the printer, sitting in the library. She saw him all the time, but he never seemed to see her. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t know her, they were a reasonably close knit year group and they were in the same cooking and woodwork classes, it was just that he never seemed to notice her beyond “Lauren” or “that girl who plays sport”.

And then disaster struck in her Tuesday's 8th period: phys ed.

Distracted by Tally pulling faces from the sidelines, Lauren hadn't thought about where she was aiming and ended up nailing Lycan in the face so hard with a dodge-ball that he'd been knocked on his ass.

Safe to say, she'd spent the rest of the year hiding from him.

[chanyoungies]

vity and tbz?!

hi bibi <3 (it got long so. it goes under the cut)

crabs

first bias: serim (& jungmo)

current bias: woobin / wonjin / jungmo / serim

album ranking: season 2 (hideout: the new day we step into) > liberty: in our cosmos = new wave > season 3 (hideout: be our voice) = season 1 (hideout: remember who we are) > the awakening: written in the stars (> vivid > boogie woogie)

how i got into them: i was interested when i heard they were going to debut bc. it's always exciting to see new groups debuting i think (nd partially because of the pdx/x1 guys but like not Really bc . i didnt rlly remember that i liked them during pdx AND i didnt like mini/hyeongjun when x1 was. a thing) + brina was posting abt them when the teaser pics were coming out nd all that so they were on the dash for me to see y'know. then batr came out and i hated it so i thought that's where my adventure w the cavities was done but after a while i finally listened to the rest of the album AND STAY WAS THE BEST SONG IVE EVER HEARD............i listened to Only her on loop for like DAYS . n here we are now

which member would be my best friend: id pester mini until he agrees to be friends w me . also wanji !! best friend energy off the charts

something i associate with them: crabs. cavities. brina & eri. the phrase brand deals bc of how many times ive said that mini deserves all the brand deals in the world. bubblegum w hyeongjun. orangeade & sewoon songs with wanji. pitbull (dont ask). randall the lizard thing w jungmo (this is brina's fault blame her). meteors, honestly.

bring the boyz back

first bias: haknyeon (& hyunjun)

current bias: ?????? (chanhee/sunwoo/hyunjae)

album ranking: reveal = breaking dawn > the start = chase > maverick => the sphere = dreamlike > the first = thrill-ing > the only > tattoo = be aware > bloom bloom (= last man standing = all about you > christmassy! => drink it > white) + still haven't heard the she's the boss album oops..... as u can see. very different from my title track ranking

how i got into them: see it's a long, long, long story........ was really excited when they were rumoured to have their little snack shop show/be debuting because i liked hak from broduce. i made another twt account just specifically for the to-be-tbz stanning purposes. saw hwall fantakens n i was like Oh Whos that. nd then suddenly i stopped going on that account n kinda forgot? abt them? i would listen to every release they'd put out but without much more bc as much as i LOVED boy. song of the century. i absolutely hated giddy up so i was like well too bad :/ rip my interest in them :/ and i think i disliked right here at first as well (i love her now. shes my beloved.) but i was absolutely INSANE about no air shes the best song ever i've been in love with her from the first second i heard her. so i ended up watching the showcase stage n someone caught my eye (i ended up finding out it was hak which was rlly funny it was a . destiny kinda moment). i think it was around that time that i saw their right here era weekly idol appearance. got a small crush on sunwoo. but then nothing much more happened rlly? i still kept watching their mvs whenever they'd release one and i Was a p big fan of their music!! and . i must have seen some more content at Some point before rtk because i remember already having a better idea of who each of them were before rtk started but. it was rlly during rtk that i rlly got Into them . but like . Rlly into them like . the amount of vlives i watched in the span of a few months (while rtk was airing, even though i wasn't watching the actual show, only the performances, and for a while after it ended im p sure)......yeah

which member would be my best friend: chanhee bestie shaped.... also possibly moonbae . or hyunjae/eric

something i associate with them: betrayal plotlines. flower emojis (esp in spam format). horses & pigs w hak. pink hair, chanhee's natural haircolour. big pools during summertime. winter releases (they probably have the best ones overall all things considered). sorry to taemin but danger is their song. also u w kyu & léks w cob & sarah w eric

[thespiritoflife]

My thief

Pairing: Fili Durin x Fem!reader

Warnings: Mostly fluff. Cliché. Grammatical errors.

Summary: Fili has to get married. But he thinks only about that girl he met once in corn fields.🌽

Requested: Yes, by @florachy. Here is the ask.🧡

Not my pics!

Please, let me know if you liked the story. Thank you.🧡 It's answer to ask, @florachy requested. Hope you like it.

King Thorin Oakenshield had negotiations. It was obvious that some people did not enjoy it.  

That person was Kili. He slept and was smiling from the dream.  He must have dreamed of a beautiful red-haired elf.

The second golden-haired Prince Fili looked neutral.  He envied his brother. Kili could afford to sleep, even though he knew his uncle would be angry. He had freedom, and Fili just couldn't afford it.  

He was the firstborn heir of the kingdom, he was expected to be responsible.

As the negotiations were ending (finally!) and everyone was standing, Thorin remembered something.  He cleared his throat loudly and everyone turned his attention to him. "Um, and as you know, my nephew Fili is my heir. He is expected to have certain responsibilities. The main responsibility is to get married and have an heir. I assure you that this is already being worked on."

Fili's eyes widened.  What?  Nothing is being worked on, Fili is not going to get married!Never!  He'll be an old bachelor like Thorin!

But all the dwarves began to congratulate him (for what?), so he had no choice but to nod and smile like an idiot.

Even his brother woke up from his dream and shouted, "Are you going to get married? My brother is going to be married!"

Fili pushed him so hard that Kili fell to the ground.  

He ignored Kili's laughter and turned to Thorin.

The king sat at a huge table, wrinkles around his eyes.  He was tired. "What is going on?"

"I...," he didn't want to add more worry to his uncle, but he had to do it. This was too much!  

"I'm not supposed to get married. And I don't know anything! Thorin, I don't want to get married."

"Fili," Thorin said wearily. "You will marry. It is my order. Choose a beautiful and suitable girl and get married. Do not take it as a duty, but as a joy."

"As a joy? I don't want to get married!"  he shouted.

"Nobody wants to get married, but you'll find that it's not that bad. Come on, I'm sure you know someone."

"I don't know," Fili snapped.

"What about that princess?"

"She was conceited."

"And the other one?"

"Even more conceited,"

"Oh Mahal, and what about that nice girl? Y/N?"  Thorin didn't give up.

Fili stiffened.  Y/N.  She was an ordinary country girl. Yet, she was very nice. He immediately remembered their first meeting.

It was a nice, sunny summer day.

Fili, his brother and another group of friends went for a walk in the field (they wanted to steal corn).

What he didn't expect was a group of giggling girls working in the field.  

They worked hard, and when they noticed the men, they stopped and started giggling.

Kili immediately started telling them jokes and they laughed.

"You're so funny," they said.  

Kili definitely enjoyed the girls' attention, but when he told them he was engaged, they sighed sadly.

Fili rolled his eyes and decided to go to the field, when he suddenly felt something hit him in the head.

 He immediately turned and saw a pretty, young girl in front of him with an angry expression on her face.

"Thief!"  she shouted, holding corn in front of her like a weapon.

Fili grinned.  She was adorable.

 "I'm sorry, milady, I didn't mean to,"

"You're lying! You wanted to!"

"It was just one corn," Fili grinned.

"It wasn't! You wanted more! Why would you take a basket?"  she nodded at the basket in his hand.

He sighed.  Well, maybe he wanted to take more than one corn.  But the girl was too smart.

"I'm sorry. I was too hungry and I didn't take anything more, I swear."

She narrowed her eyes.  "Should I trust you?"

"Yes,"

She rolled her eyes and sighed.  "All right. Now I'll take you out of the field and you'll come back where you came from,"

"It will be my pleasure," Fili said.

The girl ignored him and began to walk.  He followed her.  

Fili thought she was pretty, smart, hardworking and had the right fire in her, which only women have. She would be a great queen.

"Milady? May I know your name?"  Fili asked her.

"Why? We'll never see each other again."

Yes, we will.

"I want to keep the memory of you,"

The girl sighed and brushed her hair from her face.  

"I'm Y/N. And you?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N," Fili kissed her hand, and she reddened.  

"I'm Fili." She suddenly turned pale.

"Fili? Fili Durin, Prince Fili Durin?!"

"Hm."

"Oh my god, I didn't know, I'm sorry!.."

Fili put his finger to his lips.

 "I'm just Fili now. No prince."

"Um. All right," she said, sighing.

They went to Kili, and Fili introduced them.  Kili raised an eyebrow and smiled at his brother.

****

"She's a pretty girl, isn't she?"  Kili asked him as they walked home.

"What did you say?"  Fili didn't even notice him.  

He held corn in his hand, she had given it to him without a word. Him. The thief. They both had chemistry, and they knew it.

"You're in love with her!"  Kili said.

"What!? No!"  Fili defended himself.

"Ha! I know when you're lying, bro. But I approve of her. She's modest, amazing. Marry her."

"Don't be crazy."

But in the end, it was Fili who was crazy.  

The next day, he looked for Y N, and found her in the field again.  

He wanted to go after her, but then he froze.

A stranger came to Y/N and hugged her tightly.  

They started talking and she was very happy.

She's engaged.  

When Fili realized this, a bouquet of flowers fell to the ground.  He wanted to give them to her, but it was too late. He was wrong.

There wasn't love between them. Love at first sight didn't exist. It wasn't possible. This was real life. Of course she's engaged!

Fili was not selfish, he saw that she was happy with the other man.  He didn't want to ruin their happiness. He returned to the kingdom with a broken heart.  And he hadn't liked any other woman since.

"She's engaged," Fili said.

Thorin narrowed his eyes.  "She's not. As far as I know, she's not."

Fili laughed.  He didn't believe him.

"I saw for myself that..."

Thorin interrupted him. "Then you're blind, nephew. Go for her."

Fili didn't want to go to her, he really didn't want to... but by pure chance Y/N didn't let him sleep and neither did Thorin's words.

 Was it really a mistake? So Fili walked on a pony around her village.  

He had to see her.  He knocked on the door of her house, and immediately she opened it for him.  

She was wearing a simple dress.

"Fili!"  she threw herself around his neck.  

"I was afraid you wouldn't come back! Come on!"  She invited him to her humble house.

There was the smell of apple pie filling the air, and the fire in the fireplace was warming.

 He felt such peace in his soul.

But Fili was confused.  Did Y/N expect him?

She handed him hot tea. When their hands touched, both felt something. They looked at each other.

"Thank you... but were you waiting for me?"

She looked confused.  "Yes? Your brother was here, and he told me that you would come and I should wait for you."

Damn, Kili!

Fili sighed.

"And did he tell you anything else?"

She blushed. "Um, he asked me if I was engaged."

"And are you?"  Fili asked.

Y/ N's face turned red .  She was cute.

"No, I'm not. Why do you ask?"

Fili didn't know if he should be angry with Kili (Kili shouldn't have drunk on him! He just discovered the truth about Fili, about his love for Y/N) or dance from happiness.  She wasn't engaged!

"Aren't you engaged? Really, Y/N? I thought... I saw you in the field with a guy..."

Y/N smiled.  "That was my cousin. He had just come back from the war."

Fili was such a fool!

"Y/N, forgive my directness, but..." Fili dropped to his knees and Y/N fell silent.

"Would you marry me, a fool and a thief? I need you. I want you. I love you. Ever since you threw that corn at my head, I knew you were the one. And I don't want to wait. I want you to be my queen."

Y/N had tears in her eyes.

This beautiful golden-haired prince was kneeling in front of her and asking for her hand!  

"I love you too, my thief. Yes! Yes!" she threw herself into his arms and Fili immediately began to kiss her.

"Mahal, I'm so happy," he muttered into her hair.

And it was probably no surprise that after Fili's wedding, he abducted his newlywed  to a cornfield, where he dedicated the whole field to her to constantly remind them of the beginning of their love story.  And the cornfield  stands there to this day, and anyone who passes by, will immediately remember them.    

[anzynai]

Splattered Cheesecake and Tickles

(Ena & Akito Shinonome)

a/n : HAPPY BIRTHDAY ENA!! i love u so much so i wrote a fic with u. and with who else than your amazinf brother LOLOL. anyway, i saw a pic where akito was like “it’s a certain somebody’s birthday.. i guess i’ll get a gift.” and since they both love cheesecake, i could totally see akito getting her cheesecake. and honestly i love their relationship as siblings. (don’t ship them guys)

word count: 1.7k

summary: somehow a splattered cake.. ends up in a tickle fight between the shinonome siblings.

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“…What is this?” Ena stared at the gift box Akito had given her. It was relatively small, but it was more than she expected for Akito.

“Just open it.” Akito crossed his arms, gritting his teeth. He should’ve known Ena would be suspicious of him buying her a birthday gift. He felt as if he should get her something because he was her brother and even if they argued a lot, he still cared for her. Ena looked at him for a couple seconds, narrowing her eyes and Akito couldn’t help but squirm. After a moment, she finally began to peel open the wrapping.

Inside was a small slice of cheesecake from a small shop Ena always talked about. She had said that she wanted to buy some because she loved it, but wasn’t able to because it only sold in the morning and it was expensive. Because she wanted a new drawing talent, she had been trying to spend as little as possible.

Ena gasped, a little shocked that the gift was something that.. she actually liked. She half-expected another stuffed animal that Akito’s friend always won at the arcades and gave to him to give to Ena. It wasn’t as if those stuffed animals were bad— they actually were really nice and looked great in her pictures, but she had so many of them that it meant Akito would have given little thought to it.

“Well? Do you like it?” Akito asked, slightly concerned by her silence. Had he remembered her words wrong?

“I.. I didn’t even know you paid attention when I talked about that.” Was all Ena said, putting a hand to her mouth in astonishment.

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t make a big deal out of it. I just saw it as I was passing by, and thought I should..” Akito trailed off as he rubbed the back of his neck, keeping his gaze off his sister.

“This is so out of character for you. Like, you.. Akito?! Being nice!?” Ena furrowed her eyebrows. She stayed silent for a second, thinking before she seemed to come to a conclusion about something. “Did you poison it or something?”

“You know what, give it back.” Her brother shot her a glare, reaching to take away the cheesecake. Ena’s eyes widened, and she pulled it away from him quickly.

“No, it’s my cake.” She shook her head, as Akito tried to grab it again. With her tight hold on it, it was quite a tussle. It was childish, really, and they really should’ve known better because when Akito finally grabbed ahold of it, the top of the box flung open and with it, the cake. The siblings froze as the cake, almost as if in slow-motion, splatted to the group with a sorrowful thump.

A few seconds passed, none of them said a word before Ena whipped her head up, a menacing look on her face.

“Akito!” She shouted angrily, before she tackled him to the ground.

“W-woah! Hey..!” She hadn’t really figured out what she was going to do, though. Maybe throw in a little bit of light punches? That should teach him. She didn’t want to actually hurt him too badly. As she landed, she gripped his sides because if anyone was gonna get hurt from the fall, it was not going to be her.

“Hngh..!” Akito gasped loudly. Ena, who was not straddling him and sitting on his hips, was a little shocked to see that Akito didn’t seem at all hurt but the fall but when she squeezed him.

She stopped her yelling and shouts that she had been spewing at him. “Hm..?” She tilted her head in confusion, while Akito’s face grew red. She squeezed his side again, observing Akito as he flinched again, though his voice was more controlled. Suddenly, a mischievous grin fell onto Ena’s face, one that Akito did not like one bit.

“That was my cake, you know.” She sighed, sadly.

“I’ll buy you another one. J-just get oHOHOF ME?!” Akito let out an embarrassing squeal upon his sister kneading at his sides.

“But that one was mine! Don’t you get it?” Ena rolled her eyes, focused on making him regret letting the cheesecake fall to the ground— the cheesecake she was looking forward to even if she didn’t admit it! Akito felt himself growing weaker, somehow tickling had always done that to him. He was stronger than Ena, but he still found himself struggling to escape her grasps.

He felt embarrassed; when was the last time Ena had tickled him? It must have been years and it seems she hadn’t forgotten about his sensitivity.

“W-waHAhaha Ehehehena!” Akito giggled, unable to conceal his laughter, scrabbling to pry her hands off.

“Why should I wait? You ruined my cheesecake, so now you have to pay!” She started poking his ribs with one hand and scribbling his tummy with his other. Her brother flailed around; she was better than he remembered. It was always Toya who had tickled him, and had only ever been little pokes and for a few seconds, so to be tickled like this, he wasn’t used to it.

“Ehehehena, stahahap!” He shrieked when she got to a particularly sensitive area. It was somewhere beneath his rib that went a little close to his sides. He never understood why he was so ticklish there, but it definitely didn’t help him at all.

“No way! I can’t believe I forgot how ticklish you are!” Ena laughed. She didn’t seem so angry now, only determined to make her brother laugh as much as possible.

“I-Ihihihim sohohoree!” Akito apologized to hopefully be able to get Ena to stop this absolutely humiliating act to no avail. He was in a dilemma. How was he going to get out of this?! Telling her he’d buy her another slice of cheesecake wouldn’t work— god knows how much Ena loves her cheesecake and now it lays sadly on the ground; plus the shop was closed now, and he could barely even muster up the strength to push her off. All hope was lost until a certain thought entered his mind.

He and Ena had always had lots of tickle fights when they were younger. She had always been the one to win them, to his dismay, until once when he tried to get her back. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t tried it before, but he never went about it the right way. He had always warned her beforehand it was coming so she was never caught off guard. He shut his eyes, before opening them again because now he knew what he had to do.

He let her tickle him, though it wasn’t easy, but it had to be done. He was sure that Ena hadn’t noticed, too busy wrecking her brother to tears. Slowly, he brought a hand to her side, pinching it. She flinched for a moment, and Akito wasted no time in using that single second to push her off and pounce.

“E-eh?!” The positions were switched within seconds, before Ena had time to process it and she still couldn’t because Akito started tickling her back, throwing her into a fit of shocked giggles. He skittered her fingers across her stomach, watching her start kicking her legs. She covered her mouth to suppress her laughter, a habit she always had since she was little. Akito used that to his advantage, and he began to tickle her underarms instead.

“W-wahahaha!? Ahahahakito!” She giggled as she pulled her hands away from her mouth to push at Akito’s tickly fingers.

“I said I was sorry and that I’d buy you more cake. What more do you want from me?!” Akito huffed, prodding at the areas between her ribs. As stoic and grumpy as he usually is, he couldn’t help but smile at his sister’s laughter.

“Ihihi sahahaid you n-nEHEHEeded to pAY!” She stuttered out, trying to twist out and get away from her. A bright red flush was on her face; mostly from the embarrassment of being caught and how out of breath she already was from being tickled.

“Yeah, well you did that, didn’t you? Now it’s your turn.” Akito replied, rolling his eyes as his hands traveled to her sides. Her laughter rose an octave. Being mostly on the receiving end as a child, he never really got the learn about the parts that really made Ena go crazy. Even though she laughed a lot when she was being tickled on her sides, he had a feeling her sides wasn’t her worst spot. And as embarrassing as it may be to admit, he wanted to figure it out.

He grazed his fingers along her tummy, and she kicked her legs again, shaking her head wildly. She was not used to being tickled by him, and both of them could tell.

“Y-yoHUHU ARE THehehe wOHOrst brohother ehehever!” Ena managed to get out. Akito rose an eyebrow, a little offended that she still had the strength to insult him.

“I don’t think you should be saying that right now.”

“It’s t-truhuhue!”

“Okay, that’s it.” Akito changed spots, deciding the stomach wasn’t enough. He tested out different spots— her neck first, but that didn’t give much of a reaction so he moved. He had already tried most of her other spots, which left only one left. Her hips. Without hesitation, he dug into Ena’s hips.

What he did not expect was the deafening squeal that escaped Ena’s lips. It was so loud, he almost covered his ears. Still, he whistled at his new discovery. Ena’s death spot was her hips. That could.. be useful in the future, he thought to himself. Not that they would have any more tickle fights. Well, maybe..

“A-AHAHAKITO STAHAHAP!” Akito was so incredibly entertained that he almost didn’t pick up her words. He sighed. Since it was her birthday, he supposed he could spare her a little mercy. This should’ve taught her not to tickle him anymore, at least. He stood up, watching her try to recompose herself.

He began feeling a little guilty, so he cleaned up the cake as she recovered. After a moment of hesitation, he opened his mouth to speak. “I’m sorry, I’ll get you another cake.”

“You should be sorry.” Ena replied, crossing her arms.

“I’ll buy you another cake.” He tried again. He would have to wait until tomorrow though, but maybe he could buy her another gift.

“You will.” He sighed. He wasn’t going anywhere. He probably deserved it, though.

“Happy birthday.” He said to her one last time.

“Shut up.” She snapped, though it lacked the usual hostile tone. When Akito turned his head to look at her, she was turned away but he could see the soft smile on her face. Through all the times Ena and Akito were together, times like this— where they could just relax and play around, were the times that both of them loved the most.

[badboyjuyeon]

the set up

Pairing: Sunwoo x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Changmin tricks you and Sunwoo into going on a date.

“So what do you think?” Changmin asked while you sat down at the table, both coffees in hand. 

“Let me get this straight,” you tried to recall everything he told you on the way to the cafe, “you showed a picture of me to your friend, he thought I was cute, and now he wants to go on a date with me?” You raised an eyebrow, wondering what got in Changmin’s head to set you up with someone so suddenly, though this wasn’t completely unexpected from him.

Changmin was your best friend since you sat next to each other in kindergarten and he has been trying to set you up with someone ever since. You can thank Changmin for setting you up with your first boyfriend Sangyeon, who broke up with you after a week because you stepped on his favorite crayon. Of course, Changmin only set you up with Sangyeon so he could sit next to Younghoon, who was his crush at the time. 

“Both of you are single and he’s a great guy, super hot. Trust me, he’s one of my closest friends,” he tried to convince you. “Are you down?” He eagerly waited for your response as you took a sip from your coffee. 

You didn’t see a reason to deny it, it’s not like you were seeing anyone at the moment, or have seen anyone for a while. Not to mention Changmin’s approval was hard to get, he disapproved of all your previous boyfriends. His judgment always turned out to be right because they all ended up breaking your heart. Your failed relationships stopped you from wanting to get out there but that never stopped Changmin from trying. 

At the same time, you felt flattered that this friend of his thought you were attractive enough to want to go on a date. You’d be lying if you said that didn’t boost your ego. 

But you still didn’t know anything about him. Or if he’s even your type. If you’re going to get played by a guy, you’d rather be played by a hot guy. 

“Does this friend have a name, and what does he look like?” You tried to ask Changmin nonchalantly, though you couldn’t help but start to feel a little curious. 

Changmin excitedly let out a squeal and pulled up a picture from his Instagram. “YAY! I’ll take that as a yes. His name is Sunwoo and he’s the same age as you. I met him at dance camp.” 

He waved his phone in front of your face and you snatched it out of his hand to get a better look. 

“SEE, isn’t he hot?” Changmin smirked because he already knew your answer. 

To say he was hot was an understatement. He had a sharp jawline, full lips, and beautiful honey skin. You knew that Changmin had hot friends but you didn’t know that they were this hot. You still couldn’t believe that he wanted to go on a date with you. He seemed like someone out of your league, you never would have had the courage to talk to him first. 

“And why did you show him a pic of me?” You asked, suddenly checking your Instagram feed to see the possible pictures that Changmin could have shown Sunwoo. Your last post could have been better. 

Changmin sighed and pushed you off the booth to hide his panic because he didn’t know how to answer you. “So many questions. Just go get ready and I’ll text you the address.” 

“WHAT? It’s today? You didn’t think to tell me that it’s today? That is not enough time.” You racked your brain trying to figure out possible outfits and whether you should shave your legs. 

“Bye, go get ready!” Changmin nearly kicked you out of the cafe. While you made your way to your house to get ready, Changmin made his way to Sunwoo’s house. 

“And why are you here?” Sunwoo asked upon opening his door. 

Changmin pouted. “Can’t a normal guy just miss his best friend?” 

“Sure, a normal guy can, but you aren’t normal. You didn’t even think to bring your best friend a cup of coffee.” Sunwoo playfully scowled, before moving aside to let Changmin in. 

Ordinarily, Changmin would have brought another cup of coffee for Sunwoo, but it completely slipped his mind as he was busy convincing you to agree to the date. 

“I brought you something better than coffee.” Changmin paused, waiting for Sunwoo’s reaction. But no reaction came as Sunwoo turned to walk back to his room.

“Can you guess what I brought you?” The older boy asked as he followed the younger one to his room.

Sunwoo turned to look at Changmin and pretended to think. “No.” 

“Pretty please can you guess?” 

“No.”

“Guess or I’ll leave with my better-than-coffee gift.” Changmin attempted to threaten him. 

“If this is your dumb Chucky doll, then I told you already that I don’t want it. Give it to Chanhee or someone else.” Sunwoo doesn’t miss the slight blush that appeared on Changmin’s cheeks upon mentioning Chanhee. 

Changmin dramatically gasps. “First of all, my Chucky doll is not DUMB, it is CUTE. Second of all, I already tried to ask Chanhee but he doesn’t want it, but that’s beside the point. No, it is not my Chucky doll, you wish it was. Guess correctly or I’m leaving.” 

Sunwoo questioned whether Changmin really was the older one. “Well, you know the exit.” 

“Okay fine, I’ll just tell you.” Changmin rolled his eyes at how uncooperative Sunwoo was. 

“I showed my friend a picture of you and she thought you were hot. She said she wants to go on a date with you.” Changmin repeated the same story that he told you. 

“She wants to go on a date with me?” Sunwoo repeated with a look of uncertainty. Changmin took a sip of his now cold coffee from when he met up with you just earlier before nodding. He pulled up a picture of you from your Instagram and gave Sunwoo his phone. 

Sunwoo stared down in shock. “You’re not just messing with me?” 

Changmin shook his head. “No, she’s totally into you. She’s super cool, source: trust me bro.” 

Part of Sunwoo thought that Changmin was pranking him somehow. You seemed like the type of person that Sunwoo would have a one-sided crush on. He would only dream of asking you out. The other part of him considered whether he should believe Changmin. You seemed like a  cool person and Sunwoo wanted to get to know you. There was also no added fear of rejection since you did ask him out first. 

“Say yes or I’ll introduce her to Juyeon or Haknyeon,” Changmin added, knowing that Sunwoo wouldn’t want to pass up this opportunity. 

“Okay fine, when is the date?” Sunwoo walked over to his closet to begin planning what he would wear. He held up two shirts to get Changmin’s approval. 

“In a couple of hours, and the white shirt looks better with your blazer,” Changmin replied quickly. 

Sunwoo stared at Changmin in shock. “A couple of HOURS? Did you mean a couple of days?” 

“Nope, it’s at eight today. Get ready pretty boy.” Changmin smiled mischievously, before heading towards the door to avoid Sunwoo’s inevitable breakdown. 

As soon as Changmin was in his car, he let out another excited squeal. His plan had worked! Changmin told you that Sunwoo asked you on a date and he told Sunwoo that you asked him out on a date. He did this so both of you would end up going on the date feeling cocky, each person would think that the other person liked them more. 

Changmin was friends with both you and Sunwoo, though you two never met because you were in two different friend groups. Changmin couldn’t help but think that you two would be perfect together. He decided he wanted to play matchmaker because you two were hopelessly indecisive and would never make the first move. You both overthought every detail, you felt insecure because your past relationships were rocky and Sunwoo felt insecure because of his fear of rejection. That is why he composed a plan to get you both on the date feeling confident. You two wouldn’t have to worry about whether the other person liked the other, as you’ve both done on previous dates, and would just get to know each other. His plan was quite perfect if he did say so himself. 

You waited outside the doors of the fancy restaurant that Changmin had made reservations for. You took out your phone to check your makeup and hair one more time. You took a deep breath and walked up to the waiter. You told him your name and waited for him to look you up in the system. 

“Party of two? The first party has already arrived. I will lead you to your table.” You felt your heart pick up its pace knowing that Sunwoo was already there waiting for you. 

As you made your way through the restaurant, you saw him first. He was already gorgeous on Instagram, but he looked 10 times better in person. You appreciated a man that could dress and accessorize. Sunwoo looked up from his phone and locked eyes with you. His eyes were so pretty, you swore you could see sparkles in them. You didn’t know why you felt more nervous in front of him. He got up from his seat to take out your chair. 

“Oh, you didn’t need to.” You said while sitting down, but you couldn’t help but smile. How is he that fine AND respectful? 

Sunwoo walked back to his seat. “But I wanted to.” 

Changmin should’ve given you a warning, you don’t think you could survive a whole date with him. 

A waiter approached your table. “Hello, I’m Kevin Moon and I will be your waiter for the evening. Take a look at the menu and I’ll come back in a few minutes to take your order.” 

You and Sunwoo both nodded at Kevin and he left you two alone. 

“Since we haven’t formally met, I guess I’ll introduce myself. Hi, I’m (y,n).” You struggle to get words out because of how nervous you are. 

“Hi, I’m Sunwoo, it's nice to finally meet you. Changmin has told me so much about you.” Sunwoo brushed the hair out of his eyes, a nervous habit of his. 

“Only good things I hope.” You responded, taking a sip of your water. 

“Yeah, I was a little offended when he called you his best friend. I thought I was his best friend with how much he bothers me.” Sunwoo joked.

“Technically we’re bestie-in-laws. But you can keep him if you want. He’s always up to something.” He laughed at your response and you knew that you wanted to hear that laugh more often. 

“Should we order?” You asked, remembering the menus in front of you. He nodded and you both took the time to figure out what you wanted. Kevin returned once again to take your orders and left just as quickly as he came. 

With your conversation interrupted, you both tried to come up with something to talk about. 

Sunwoo bit back a smile when he remembered that Changmin told him that you liked him enough to want to go on a date with him. Remembering this, he felt less nervous. He usually felt nervous during dates because he tried super hard to impress the other person, but he felt less of a pressure to do this. Instead of creating a fake personality, he decided he wanted to just be himself. 

You both made small talk and found out that you shared similar hobbies. Sunwoo was so charming and you found yourself wanting to know more about him. It was easy to hold a conversation and you forgot about how nervous you were. The wait for the food didn’t even feel long because of how well you two were hitting it off. 

“Did Changmin tell you anything about me?” He decided to ask. 

“I heard that you met him in dance camp. You like dancing?” You said in between bites.

“I honestly joined because Changmin didn’t want to go there alone. But I’m not too bad myself.” Sunwoo admitted.

“That does sound like Changmin. He always ends up somehow convincing me to watch scary movies with him.” 

“Changmin is always scheming. I wouldn’t be surprised if this date was a part of an elaborate plan.” Sunwoo rolled his eyes as he thought of all the questionable things Changmin had made him do. “That's why I thought he was pranking me when he said you liked me first.” 

“He said I liked you first?” You raised your eyebrow. “He told me that you liked me first.” 

Sunwoo tilted his head quizzically. “Something is not adding up.”

“Maybe you’re onto something about Changmin always scheming.” You put down your fork. “Now that I think about it, Changmin has been acting weird lately. Has he told you anything?” 

Sunwoo stopped to think about Changmin’s recent behavior. “No, I just know that he’s been hanging out with Chanhee a lot recently.” 

“Changmin always does find a way to talk about Chanhee.” You thought back to your last few conversations with him. 

Sunwoo’s eyes suddenly widened as he pieced certain information together. 

“Wait, do you know something?” You asked him. 

“I think I do, but I can’t say for sure.” 

“I’m 100% sure that Changmin set us up for a reason. I wouldn’t have questioned it as much if he set me up with a stranger, but a close friend is a bit suspicious. And now of all times? Should we put our heads together?” 

“Ok.” Sunwoo agreed to your collaboration. “What do you know?” 

“Well, I know that Changmin blushes whenever Chanhee is around so…” You trailed off. 

You didn’t have to finish your sentence because Sunwoo already knew what you were insinuating. “Oh my god, that's what I was going to say too.”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” 

“Are you thinking that Changmin set us up just so he can have a double date with Chanhee?” Sunwoo asked to confirm whether you both came to the same conclusion. 

“That's exactly what I was thinking.” 

You two burst out laughing. 

“By the way,” he paused to look you in the eyes, “what exactly did Changmin say to get you to agree to go on this date?” 

“He told me he showed you a picture of me and that you thought I was cute and that you wanted to go on a date with me.” You recited what Changmin told you. 

His jaw dropped. “No way, he told me the same thing word for word.”

“So did you agree to this blind date because you thought I was hot or because you thought I liked you?” You decided to be bold. 

“Um, maybe both?” He felt his cheeks turn hot. You were sure that your cheeks also supported the same shade of pink as his. 

“Well, we have to get Changmin back. How about we plan the double date but end up ditching them so he has to deal with it alone?” You proposed. “Give him a taste of his own medicine?”

“You’re evil.” Sunwoo pretended to be taken aback. “But I am too so I love that idea.”

“Maybe we can ditch them and hang out together?” Sunwoo suggested. 

“Only if it's another date.” You didn’t know where this newfound confidence came from, but you promised to thank Changmin for setting you up with such a great guy. 

“It's a date.” He winked.

[yanfeiimain]

Cherry Tree - Mizuena

In which - Ena comforts Mizuki and they confess to each other.

pairing: mizuki akiyama x ena shinonome

genre: a bit of angst/comfort, fluff

tags: kissing, cuddling, (idk what do you write as tags for this lmao)

word count: 1,5k

first time writing on here and I have no idea how it works! :D

Pov: 3rd Person

'They're late,' the brunette thought, annoyed. She dipped her pen in the pink color again and kept drawing. Her mood dropped every minute she waited for the slightly over-motivated, pink-haired person. 'C'mon... I can't concentrate without them, where is Mizuki?' Ena exhaled. Then she put her pen down and stretched.

"Enanan!!" A person suddenly said and Ena jumped. She didn't notice the sound of someone joining the vc on nightcord. It was Mizuki. "Hey, Amia! You're late." Ena said, annoyed but happy her friend finally joined. "Yeahhhh sorry, I got caught up in something haha. What are you doing? Ah, and I saw the pic you posted on Instagram earlier! You wore the dress I made for you again but didn't credit meeee. That's really mean you know?" Mizuki said in a playfully mean voice, silently giggling.

"Come on Amia, everyone knows that you design my clothes sometimes. Also, I was working on some of the sprites for the music video earlier so would you like to check it out?"

"Mhm, I'll gladly do that hehe," Mizuki answered. Ena quickly send over the sprites she was sketching and Mizuki instantly opened them. They were pleased by the progress of their best friend. 'We are best friends... right?' Mizuki thought to themself. They were still very insecure even after they told their group about their insecurities. They sighed.

"Something wrong Amia?" Ena asked concerned. Amia. Something in Mizuki's heart started to sting. Why did it feel so wrong? "Uhm... no, nothing's wrong don't worry Ena haha..." Mizuki facepalmed in their mind. Ena was so not gonna believe that.

"Amia you can't fool me, there's definitely something wrong." Ena started to get really worried. What was bothering Mizuki so much? They seemed really happy when they joined just a few minutes ago.

Mizuki froze. There was something in Ena's voice that felt so familiar. So warm. Tears started to form in their eyes. "I..."

"Hey, c'mon Amia, you know I'm here for you and I'll never ever leave you. You're my best friend after all." Ena tried to comfort Mizuki but she felt like it didn't really work out. She sighed and put away her pens and closed the little paint boxes.

"I... I know but..." Mizuki tried to hold back the tears. "Do you want a hug?" Ena blurted out. "...What?" Mizuki was confused, did they understand right what Ena just said? "Do... Do you want a hug? Like right now? We could meet in Sekai. If- If you want of course." Ena felt her cheeks heat up. This was so not like her. But she liked Mizuki a lot. And she really wanted them to feel better, she can't see them sad. That would be too much for her heart.

"Sure, I would appreciate that..." Deep inside, something felt warm. Mizuki just needed Ena to be there. To be theirs. Friends. Just best friends. Was not enough anymore. They knew that they loved Ena. More than just with their whole heart. But with their whole soul, life and existence.

"Then let's meet in Sekai," Ena said, confirming her choice. "But... isn't it too late for you?" Mizuki asked, hesitating. "Aw come on, we went to Sekai to save Yuki how many times at... I don't know, 4 am? I don't mind spending time with you at this time, you know?" Ena rolled her eyes. That Mizuki. Always so smug but is asking if it's really okay to meet in Sekai when it's 4 am.

"I'll wait for you there." Ena logged off and started untitled.

Only moments later, she was in Sekai. The grey and almost empty world started to change little by little. She remembered the day when Mizuki and Rin found a really beautiful cherry tree. They immediately called for the others to show them the beautiful sight. Not only was it super pretty, but it was also warm. It felt so warm just sitting underneath the tree, admiring the cherry blossoms that would never stop blooming.

"I'm here Ena..." Ena turned around to see Mizuki. Their hair was a bit messy and their eyes were slightly red and puffy but they looked so sweet. "Amia, it's good to see you," Ena gave them a soft smile. Mizuki tried to smile back but it didn't quite work out. "Come here," Ena softly said and Mizuki quickly walked over to her.

Ena embraced Mizuki and they have never felt so loved before. It's been a long time since they got a warm, sincere hug. "I'm always here for you Amia..." "Mizuki... It's Mizuki... We're best friends, right...?" "Of course Mizuki."

And so they stood there. Ena gently brushed over Mizuki's back, just enjoying the hug and trying to comfort them. "I'll always be there if you need me, I promise," Ena whispered. "Thank you so much, Ena. You mean the world to me," Mizuki whispered back.

After maybe 5 minutes Mizuki gently pushed Ena away to wipe away the tears that escaped their eyes. "Let's go to the cherry tree and cuddle, okay?" Mizuki asked shyly, looking to the ground. "Yeah, let's go," Ena answered and took Mizuki's hand.

They walked in silence. But it wasn't an awkward kind of silence, it was comfortable.

When they reached the cherry tree, Ena sat down and pat to her lap. Mizuki put their head on her lap and closed their eyes. Ena just smiled at their peaceful expression and started to play with their hair. Mizuki's breathing calmed down and Ena thought they fell asleep.

"Haha... you look so cute when you're asleep. I hope you don't have nightmares. I really wanna tell you that I love you, you know? But I'm scared... Of getting rejected. Maybe one day..." Ena mumbled.

"Hehe, I love you too Ena~" Mizuki whispered back. "Y-You're awake!?" Ena's face got really red and Mizuki turned their head to look at her. "Yes I am, I love you so much. You mean the world to me!" "I love you too, Mizuki," Ena smiled, her face still bright red. Mizuki also started to blush but they were too happy to care.

"So... what were you upset about earlier? If you want to tell me of course," Ena wanted to know. "It's just... you calling me Amia after everything we've been through, it hurts. And I was scared that were not really friends you know..." Mizuki started to mumble because they felt silly after the confession.

"Oh Mizuki, I'm so sorry, I thought that you wanted me to keep calling you Amia. And never ever think that were not friends. Because we are. I mean, I love you, we could even be more than friends if you're okay with that. I mean, I don't know if you'd even want to be in a relationship with a girl so-" while Ena kept on rambling, Mizuki got up and sat on Ena's lap.

"Shut up, that's enough." And with that, Mizuki lifted Ena's chin a little and cupped her face. "Can I?" Mizuki asked, Ena just nodded. "Say it please~" "Yes, y-you can." Ena's face turned even redder. Mizuki closed their eyes and got closer. Then they locked lips with the girl they loved so much. Ena's lips felt so soft and they were melting into the kiss. Ena put her hands around Mizuki's neck, pulling them even closer. Ena could taste the cherry chapstick Mizuki always told her about and she never wanted to let go. But they shortly run out of air, so they broke the kiss to breathe.

Only to lock their lips once again. And this time Ena was way needier than before. She opened her mouth slightly to lick over Mizuki's lips. Mizuki started to smile into the kiss and opened their mouth as well. Then they gently licked over Ena's lips and tried to enter her mouth. Ena let them and after a few minutes of making out, they stopped because even though they stopped every time to catch their breath for a second, they were exhausted.

"That was... So good. Mizuki I love you so much." Ena smiled and tears of joy formed in her eyes. "Aww, Ena I love you too. Do you wanna be my girlfriend?" Mizuki also smiled and Ena nodded, "I'd love to!" Then she started crying because she couldn't hold back anymore. She was so happy that the person she had liked, no, loved for months is finally hers. "Can we stay like this for a while?" Ena asked while Mizuki held her tight. "Of course, cutie." Ena started to blush even more. "Thank you..."

And so they fell asleep under the cherry tree.

Rin found them there at 8 in the morning but decided to let them sleep because they looked exhausted. Instead, she decided to tell Luka. Maybe something would change again in this Sekai. Maybe this Sekai would soon be full of happy thoughts. Maybe the key to saving Mafuyu was near. Maybe Kanade would find her true feelings too. Maybe.

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Hi :)

It’s the first time writing a pjsekai oneshot, hope u enjoyed it. I’m still trying to figure out how this works so bare with me haha.

I love Mizuena so take it and eat it up :p

U can request something if you want but don't expect too much :D

-rin

[green-socks]

Endless Nights

Pairing: Benny Miller x gn!reader (no descriptions or pronouns)

Summary: You and Benny can't seem to get enough of each other's company. Could tonight be the night you find the courage to do something about that crush?

Words: 2,101

Warnings: Nudity but not the sexual kind, food/eating. Almost zero editing and a tired writer.

Notes: I don't always participate in Writer Wednesday, but when I do I take one look at the picture, get an idea and then go completely off the rails. Sorry. So the pic doesn't really have a lot to do with the rest of the fic but I hope that's okay. For this week's @autumnleaves1991-blog Writer Wednesday, thanks for organizing it every week!

I had the idea for midnight shopping at the supermarket with Benny and then realized I didn't want the night to end there... So it didn't. I actually like this piece, even if it probably suffered a lot from my fast writing and non-existent editing. Reader is mentioned having shorter legs than Benny but other than that I think there are no descriptions or pronouns used of reader, lmk if I'm wrong.

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You and Benny have been driving around aimlessly for a couple of hours already, taking turns in picking the music, and talking about this and that while sometimes falling into a companionable silence. It still amazes you how easy and comfortable everything is with him. You have never felt like this with a crush before, used to the feeling of always obsessing over what you felt like you could and couldn’t say or do, or spending a lot of time and energy into trying to figure out what the other thought.

No, with Benny you don’t have to pretend anything or force yourself to keep the conversation running in fear of those horrid awkward silences, because both of you know that you can talk for hours on end when the mood strikes. You met through mutual friends only a few weeks ago, but the connection was clearly there. As was the obvious mutual attraction.

Strictly speaking, though, you and Benny are just friends. Nothing has ever really happened to indicate otherwise in any case. But friends don’t usually try this hard to find any excuse just to hang out, nor do you stay up late every night talking to your other friends. And when you hang out in a group you always seem to gravitate towards one another. What’s more, somehow it always seems to be just the two of you left at the end of the night, often not even noticing the others leave.

Your interactions always border on the line of obvious flirting with your touches and already formed inside jokes, but neither of you ever dare do anything that couldn’t be brushed off as innocent behavior between friends. You guess you’re both just kind of scared to take the leap - you have been burned before, and so has he.

It’s not that you doubt your own feelings for Benny, or indeed his feelings for you. Even you have to admit that he does seem pretty interested in you, but you still wave away your friends’ squeals of “he’s totally in love with you!”, mainly not wanting to get your hopes up too much.

Because a small part of you still finds it a little hard to believe; someone so handsome and funny and kind wanting to be with you? What if he likes you, but just not as much as you like him? What if you were just a second choice for someone you really like until something better comes along - again? That scares you, both of you.

Tonight has been like many other nights lately; you had been to the movies with some of your friends, but after the movie ended you had been grasping at straws to come up with a way to continue the night so they (Benny) wouldn’t go home just yet. Benny had helpfully suggested just driving around and seeing if any ideas came to mind.

Santiago in turn had rolled his eyes at you two knowingly (making both you and Benny fluster and try to fake complete nonchalance) before saying good night and leaving with the others, who apparently didn’t feel the compulsive need to continue spending time together.

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The sun has gone down already but you two are still enjoying each other’s company too much to go home yet.

You end up in the 24/7 supermarket parking lot, craving a midnight snack. You are reminded of your teenage years, when you used to hang around different parking lots, popping into the store to buy a soda or a candy bar, spending all day outside with friends.

The only other customers doing their midnight shopping are tired people just off their shifts or young people staying up late just for the hell of it, much like you and Benny are, in fact. You wander around the huge store together, pointing out different products you’d like to try and reviewing stuff one of you already has tried.

Before long you realize that you have already spent almost forty minutes idly wandering around the supermarket, collecting new soda or chip flavors to test. Neither of you thought to grab a basket at the entrance, so your arms are starting to get a bit full.

“Benny, do you think this might be enough?” you ask while struggling to maintain your hold on the different bags of chips.

Benny looks back at you from where he is pondering over whether to get some ice cream. “Huh, I guess. I do still wanna get a sandwich, though!” he exclaims and promptly takes off in the direction of the deli counter where they sell sandwiches and salads left over from the day.

You try to keep up with his long strides, certain that you must look a bit comical half-running after a man with your hands full of treats. Oh, well. Benny often complains about how much focus it requires of him to “modify his steps” to fit your much shorter legs, and he always forgets about it when he gets excited.

When you catch up with him, he has already picked a sandwich for himself and one for you. “I got you salmon, that’s your favorite, right?”

“Yeah, thanks!” you say a little breathlessly after your speed-walk, taken that he remembers.

As you finally get to the cash register and start loading your stuff in your bag you see Benny sneak one more candy bar among the rest of your purchases. For someone in such good physical shape he sure does like his candy.

“Where to next?” Benny inquires as you get back to the car.

“Hmm, how about this one waterfront type swimming spot? It’s pretty secluded, has a pier, and there’s a nice view to the sea. I sometimes like to sit there on the cliffs to watch the sun go down,” you suggest, and offer him directions to the place.

It’s a short drive and you show Benny where to park his car. Even though it’s somewhere around 1 a.m. and the sun went down hours ago, the night is still light enough that you can easily see where you’re going and it doesn’t feel like you’re just sitting in the dark.

You settle down on the small pier with your sandwiches and sodas and chips and munch away happily.

Benny hands you the candy bar you saw him grab earlier at the cash register “for dessert”. It has a cheesy text on the packaging about giving this to someone special. He grins and shrugs, “I know you love these”.

It’s such a simple gesture but you can’t help feeling really flattered and even more smitten with him than you already were. You don’t read too much into the text on the packaging, but even the fact that he would buy you a candy bar he knows you love - just because - warms your heart.

(What you don’t know is that the candy bars have lots of different texts to choose from, and that Benny specifically picked “give this to someone special” instead of “give this to a friend”. There was also “give this to someone you love”, but Benny worried that might scare you off.)

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After you’re both done with snacking you try to think of what to do next, still reluctant to pronounce this night to be over, you get an idea.

“You know what I would really like to do right now?” you ask Benny, looking out over the water that looks so tempting. “Go swim,” you announce, turning to look at him.

“You don’t have a swimsuit with you, do you?” Benny asks, turning to look at you too.

“No… But there’s no one here,” you point out with your eyebrows raised in challenge.

Benny looks at you for a few beats with a blank expression on his face, before shrugging “Alright,” and throwing off his hoodie and t-shirt, jeans following next. “What are you waiting for?” he shouts over his shoulder as he jumps from the pier into the water.

You’re left sitting there with your mouth open, blinking rapidly as you try to catch up with the fast turn of events. Shaking your head, you stand up and shrug off your clothes before quickly running after Benny and getting into the refreshing water.

The night is still warm, and the water feels wonderful. You swim to catch up with Benny.

“You know, it’s pretty dark here but I’ve basically seen you naked now,” he remarks, waggling his eyebrows, and you snort with laughter.

“Benny, you’re not allowed to make me laugh in the water or I’ll drown,” you try to say sternly.

“Oh sweetheart, I wouldn’t let you drown,” he answers in a surprisingly serious voice.

Suddenly the energy between you is full of.. something. Something new and buzzing, sort of scary but also exciting. Something you can’t quite explain. You’re swimming around each other, looking at each other intently, but not daring to say anything that would break the moment and burst the bubble.

Someone else does that for you.

A couple of teenage girls, you’d guess around 18 years old, stumble on to the pier and immediately notice you two in the water. The other girl lets out a shriek and tightens her hold on the towel around her, and before you can even try to reassure them that everything is fine, they run off giggling and shrieking some more. Evidently, they had had the same idea for a nighttime swim but found the place already occupied.

“Yeahhhh, maybe we should put some clothes on before someone calls the police,” Benny suggests dryly.

You two climb out of the water giggling and grinning broadly. You don’t have any towels with you since you didn’t exactly plan this impromptu skinny-dipping session, but Benny gives you his hoodie to help keep you warm.

Sitting back down next to Benny you’re even closer together now than earlier, ever so slowly inching closer and closer to each other. Both of you think you could pass it off as huddling for warmth if the other were to question it, but somehow you know that won’t be an issue.

Soon enough you’re snuggling together on the waterfront overlooking the sea. You stay quietly like that for some time, maybe fifteen minutes, maybe more. It’s hard to tell when the world is so still and quiet around you.

Suddenly you think that this is it, this is the moment you’ve been waiting for. In all honesty you sort of enjoy the pining stage of new relationships, but right now you feel like you might burst if you keep these feelings inside you any longer.

You turn and burrow your head into the crook of his neck and decide that you will have to take the leap now. You start pressing gentle kisses on his neck and hear Benny’s breath hitch at the first contact of your lips on his skin. He goes still as a statue, but you can feel more than hear his unsteady breathing at your actions. You’re practically vibrating with nervous excitement as you work your way up to his jaw and towards his lips.

Taking one final deep breath you close your eyes, not daring to look at Benny in the eye right now, as you bring your lips to meet his.

The kiss is sweet and unhurried, and yet your head is swimming and your whole body is buzzing with it as you melt into each other. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt, which just proves that everything really is different - better - with Benny. You pull away when you find yourself quickly out of breath just from feeling so much.

You finally dare to open your eyes to find Benny gazing at you with a dazed expression that surely mirrors your own and you slowly beam at each other, not feeling the need for words just now. Maybe you couldn’t even find them if you tried.

You settle back against his chest and the two of you stay like that for the rest of the night, sometimes spending long moments just kissing each other, sometimes talking quietly, sometimes just enjoying each other’s presence.

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Around five in the morning, when the sun is already getting up, you finally start to really feel the need for sleep. But this time it doesn’t feel wrong to leave and go home, since you’ll be going home together.

Later that day you wake up to a good morning, sweetheart in Benny’s arms where you fell asleep on his couch, tired but happier than you’ve ever felt in your life.

[fearfully-fiction]

Favorite road trip memory with them- Tanner Wiseman x Reader

word count: 2023

warnings: fluffffffff!!!!!!!!!!!! also it is much longer than i thought it would ever be. I thought it would be the shortest one so hopefully it’s good! sorry again for all the delays

Summary: “Favorite road trip memory with them”

(not my pic!)

“Tanner!” you called as you exited the RV. the group had decided to stop for a bit at a park. Just get some air for a few hours, and so that is exactly what you did. Surprisingly there weren’t that many kids at the park and so lucky for you the merry-go was a free for all. He looked up at you from his place on the ground under the tree where everyone else was sitting as well. You had just run in to grab your phone to take some pictures when you came back out and saw from across the grassy area the empty merry-go-round. “What’s wrong babe?” he asked you as he saw you staring straight ahead. You lifted your hand and pointed at the play structure with a huge grin on your face. 

“Shit, she found it,” Alex said, and Chelsea, Dakota, and Tanner laughed. “We have to go on at least once! Please, just for some pictures! I need to remember this moment!” you exclaimed. “We’ll catch up,” Dakota said with a smile on his face. You nodded and quickly made your way across the green grass. You honestly didn’t care if they didn’t follow you, you were just happy to be outside, and have the opportunity to let go of adult responsibilities to do the things you did so freely when you were a child. So, because you knew you couldn’t exactly do the merry-go-round by yourself you went straight to the swings. When you got to the swings you sat down and sighed happily with a huge smile on your face. You started to swing slowly going higher and higher. You let out a loud laugh when you felt the wind in your hair, you felt the familiar feeling of butterflies in your stomach when you dropped back down and quickly swung back up. 

Your friends and boyfriend were more than halfway toward you and just talking when suddenly they heard your loud laughter. They all looked toward the sing and saw you going as high as you possibly could and it made them smile seeing you so carefree. They hadn’t seen you like this in a while and it was amazing to see how happy you were at this moment. Tanner took his phone out and took a few pictures and videos of you just laughing and smiling with the wind in your hair. “Hey, birdy!” Tanner yelled to get your attention. You looked down at them all, “Hey guys!” I’m finally Taller than you babe!” you shouted and Tanner chuckled. “I knew you could do it!” he yelled and you threw your head back in laughter. You smiled and slowed yourself to a stop and ran over to hug him tightly! He picked you up and spun you around, and you laughed. He set you down and kissed your head. You pulled away and went to grab his hand and as you pulled him along you passed by Alex and grabbed his hand as well tugging them both toward your beloved merry-go-round. Everyone rolled their eyes playfully and sighed. Once you got there you let them go and reached out for Chelsea’s hand. She looked at you, “Would you join me?” you asked in a posh accent. She laughed and nodded before taking your hand and climbing onto the twirling structure. 

You both sat down and held onto the bars, “Ok, you ready Chelsea?” you asked and looked at her with a smile. “I’m ready!” she exclaimed and you chuckled. “Alright, boys! Spin it!” you yelled. Each of them held onto a bar and gave it a strong spin keeping it going for a while. You and Chelsea were shouting and laughing trying not to slide around, holding on as tightly as possible. When the spinning subsided you still had a huge smile on your face and so did Chelsea. You tried your best to stand up but felt like your legs were jelly. You and Chelsea looked at each other and laughed as you each stumbled while trying to gain your balance back. You made your way over to her and wrapped her in a clumsy hug, little did you know that you were being filmed on Tanner’s phone. You tripped up a bit and both of you fell on the ground, you both went silent and looked at each other in surprise. Suddenly you and Chels burst into a fit of laughter, and that caused everyone else to as well. 

Dakota helped Chelsea off the ground and Tanner helped you. 

When Tanner got you off of the floor you kissed him softly and he held your waist to keep you steady. You pulled away from him and smiled he kissed your cheek. 

You took a step back and saw Alex looking down at his phone, and you could tell he wasn’t having a great day. You walked over to him and tapped his shoulder, “Hey, Al, are you ok?” you asked softly. He looked up at you and nodded. You knew he wasn’t great because of the last location. The last location was Hill View Manor, and he had to be sent to the hospital because of it. You could tell he was still feeling the effects of it, and it made your heart hurt for him. “Alex, will you come swing with me?” you asked him gently. He looked at you with a small smile. “Sure,” he said and let you take his hand. You didn’t pull him or tug him you walked next to him with a hand holding his just to let him know that you were there for him. You got to the swings and he sat down, and you kissed his head before sitting down as well. Tanner, Chelsea, and Dakota followed you both. He looked over at you with a smile. “I am going to swing higher than you,” you said with a grin. The others chuckled. You were swinging slightly unbeknownst to Alex you were giving yourself a head start. “Oh really?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Yup, so, I do challenge you to a swinging contest!” you exclaimed. He chuckled. “Alright then, let’s do it!” he shouted back and you laughed. 

“Now!” you said and kicked yourself off even higher. You had already been going before you started and so you were getting higher than he was already. “You cheater!” he yelled and you laughed loudly. 

Over time your legs got tired and Alex ended up winning, “Damn it!” you exclaimed in defeat. “I win!” he yelled and jumped off the swing with a huge smile. You were so happy to see a smile like that after everything that had happened. 

“Alright, my turn babe. I want the chance to win against you,” Tanner said and stepped up to your swing. You looked up at him and grinned, with a glint of competition in your eyes. “Bring it on tall boy!” you said. And everyone had their phones out to record, he was about to walk away before you reached out to grab his hand. “Wait, wait, wait!” you said and he turned to look at you with furrowed eyebrows. “Good luck kiss?” you asked with doe-eyes. He rolled his eyes before leaning down to press a kiss on your lips. It lasted for a few seconds before he pulled away. “I’m so gonna win now!” you exclaimed as he walked away with a big smile. He sat on the swing and Alex was making sure to watch that you didn’t give yourself a head start again. 

“Ready!” Chelsea yelled and you nodded you took a deep breath and nodded your head. Tanner nodded his head as well, “Go!” she yelled and immediately you kicked off as fast as you could. You continued to get higher and looked over at your boyfriend who was already higher than you. “No fair! You have long giraffe legs!” you shouted and tried even harder to gain more height quicker than him. “It’s not my fault you were born shorter than me!” he yelled and you laughed. “Yeah well It’s still not fair!” you spoke seriously while trying to hide your laughter. 

You couldn’t keep up with him and so you let yourself stop knowing that if you didn’t your legs would pay the consequences in the morning. “You win you asshole!” you sighed and they could hear the smile in your voice. Tanner cheered for himself and they cheered for him. “Oh wow, I feel so loved here too,” you said and they all chuckled and Tanner got off the swing to walk over to you. He kissed the top of your head and lifted your face so you would look at him. He chuckled and kissed your pouted lips, “C’mon babe, I’ll give you a piggyback ride to the RV.” he said and brushed your cheek. Your fake pout finally broke into a grin and you giggled. 

You got off of the swing and grabbed his hand, “I need food.” Alex suddenly said and you chuckled. “Me too, but wait! I need a picture of you guys!” you said and pushed them all together in front of the swings. You pulled out your phone and took a few pictures. “Alright! Let’s go!” you said and put your phone away.

“No! We’re getting a picture all together!” Dakota exclaimed. “Who’s gonna take the picture?” you asked with a shrug. 

“I will if you’d like.” a voice sounded from behind you. You turned around and saw a sweet-looking lady with her little girl. You smiled politely at her, “That would be amazing, thank you so much,” you thanked the kind woman. “Of course,” she said and you opened your camera on your phone and handed it to her. 

You ran to your friends and you suddenly jumped on your boyfriend’s back. He easily caught you and laughed. Everyone was smiling for the camera and you placed a kiss on his cheek for one of them. You got down and walked over to the woman thanking her once again for doing what she did. “Hey, would you like a picture of you and your daughter?” you asked politely. She looked at you with wide but joyful eyes. “That would be wonderful, thank you so so much,” she said and handed you her phone. She kneeled down so she could be more level with her and they both smiled brightly. Her mother held her tightly as you snapped the adorable pictures. She got up from her kneeling position and walked back over to you. She took the phone and thanked you, you smiled brightly at her and then felt a tug on your sweater. You looked down and saw this sweet girl with dark skin and beautiful curls, she had the sweetest eyes and smile. “Excuse me, I just wanted to say that, you and your boyfriend are really pretty together,” she said and your heart fluttered at the compliment. “Oh, why thank you gorgeous, I think you and you’re mother are two very beautiful people,” you said and she hugged your legs. You hugged her back as best as possible. When she let go you all said your goodbyes and went your separate ways. As promised Tanner leaned down so you could get on his back and he could carry you. 

You leaned down and kissed his neck and shoulder. 

“You know, you’re the reason behind all of my favorite moments on these trips. But I do think this will go down to be one of my favorites,” you said quietly so it was just him to hear it. “It has been a great one,” he said and kissed the arm that was hanging around his shoulder.  

“I know, it’s not scary or anything like that but it’s just so simple and carefree. It’s everything I needed. I love you “ you told him and he once again pressed a kiss on your arm. “It doesn’t have to be scary, it doesn’t have to be exciting, any moment with you is my favorite. Every memory with you is my favorite.”

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[todoroki-waifu]

Atsumu x F! Reader

Scenario: When you try to subtly confess to Atsumu.

Word Count: 1,970

Genre: Fluff and humor.

Warnings: Cursing, female reader, and some OOC-ness (maybe?). My first time writing for Atsumu and the rest of the Inarizaki team. 

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“I get that she’s the most beautiful here, but we are here to check out the art, too.” Atsumu jumps slightly at a voice and hand on his shoulder. 

“‘Samu!" 

"Could you be any more obvious?" 

"I-I wasn’t doing anything!” Atsumu huffs, a blush attacking his face as he shakes off his brother’s hand. 

“Why don’t you ask her out already before someone else does?" 

"I’m working on it!" 

"Hey, who’s that with __(y/n)?” Suna chimes into their conversation, nodding to where you had been standing and admiring a portrait. The two see a man conversing with you, both of you very engaged in whatever topic that was being discussed. He brought out a small electronic device, looking a bit nervous as he showed you the screen. 

“He’s probably going to ask for her number.” Osamu replies indifferently, but did a quick glance at his sibling.

“What?!” Atsumu immediately leaves the group.

“Wait, but doesn’t that guy-” Aran questions, but Kita cuts him off while the others hold in their chuckles.

“Let him figure it out." 

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"So if you put your-” While you were listening to the young man who approached you, a familiar face made himself known.

“Hey, buddy, is there a problem over here?” Atsumu suddenly inserts himself in between you and the stranger. He stands tall, looming over the shorter male.

“N-no, there is no problem.”

“Atsumu-kun, he was just-” You placed a hand on his arm and tried to explain the situation.

“Don’t worry, __(y/n)-chan. I got this.” Atsumu gently pushes you behind him to hide you.

“Was there something you needed from her?” He continues. 

“No, si-sir. I-I was only trying to-”

“Well, if you ain’t got any business with her, I suggest you beat it.” The blonde twin glares at the male hiding behind his black device. He smirks victoriously, watching the scared stranger run away. He turns around to find you with your arms crossed and an incredulous look. 

“Why were you so mean to him?”

“Mean? What do you mean? Wasn’t he trying to hit on you?”

“What? No! He works here! He’s a staff member." 

"But didn’t he have his phone out to get your number?”

“Get my..-you mean his Ipad? He wasn’t trying to get my number, he was asking for my email so he could send a survey for us to fill out on how satisfied we were with the staff and the place." 

Atsumu had no answer, processing what he did to the innocent and diligent worker and to you. You must think he’s a crazy idiot for sure. 

"As funny and adorable that was, you’re coming with me to apologize.” You grabbed his hand, dragging Atsumu to find the man who he wrongly yelled at. 

“Yes..” He pouts, but obeys. You’re zipping through the crowd until you finally spot your target.

“He’s with someone else, but we’re waiting until he’s finished and I’m not letting go until you do." 

"I-I wasn’t gonna run away.” His cheeks heat up at your clasped hands, avoiding your gaze. 

“Just in case.” You continued to look forward, __(e/c) eyes too shy to meet his brown ones. 

“Thank you though,” You break the short pause, “I know it was a misunderstanding, but it’s nice to know that someone has my back.”

Atsumu directs his head to you, but is unable to see your face since it’s turned away with your finger busying itself with a strand of your hair. 

“Of course. Always.” Your heart skips at his soft reply. You feel a gentle squeeze on your hand and respond similarly, fighting back the smile that was eager to present itself.

“Oh look! He’s done. Let’s go.” You gently pull him towards the staff worker once he has finished speaking to the other customers. You’re about to release his hand, but Atsumu keeps a tight grip. Probably he’s nervous about admitting to his mistake, you assume. 

So you hold his hand just as tight, figuring he needs the support. You knew how much of a big baby he was.

But really, Atsumu was using this as an excuse to hold you just a bit longer. His fingers felt right in between yours. 

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You managed to take some great pictures wherever it was allowed, but the artwork that forbade photos, you captured in your memory. After touring around the entire museum, you and the boys were starting to feel hungry, so everyone agreed to eat at the nearest restaurant.

You saw a few people scattered outside and you volunteered to ask the host how long the wait would be. Osamu steps behind his brother and lightly taps the back of his knees with his.

“Remember, that guy works here." 

"Shut up, 'samu! I know that.” Atsumu huffs, red cheeks puffing out slightly as his friends laugh loudly. They stop as soon as you near them, telling the boys that there was a table open that could accommodate your party.

You sat in between the Miya twins which made you both nervous and happy. Your crush on Atsumu was getting worse every day yet you didn’t hate the feeling. You distracted yourself by looking through the menu, all of you deciding to share a couple appetizers before choosing your individual meals. 

“What are you getting, __(y/n)-chan?” Atsumu asks, brown eyes looking at you as he lowers his menu.

“Hmmmm, I’m not sure yet. I’m caught between number 8 and 9.” You point to the items on the main course list. 

“Oh! I was going to get the number 8. How about I get 8 and you get the 9 and we can just share? That way, we can get a taste of both. I’m curious about number 9 also.”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?" 

"Yea, of course I wouldn’t mind!” He grins, folding the menu before placing it on the table. You copy him and wait for the server to collect your orders. 

You then bring out your phone, taking pictures of the boys and the restaurant’s interesting decor. Despite your school’s motto, you liked to keep the memories. 

“Ne, Atsumu-kun, mind if I borrow your phone? Your camera is better than mine.” Your cell phone was a few years old, but Atsumu just replaced his and you were waiting to upgrade yours. Part of you was glad that you hadn't yet because you were going to use this opportunity to see how he feels about you. 

“Sure. Here ya go.” He hands you his phone. 

“Thanks!” You start taking pictures of yourself, really impressed with the photo quality. 

“Take a selfie with me.” You change the camera view as you hold out your hand in front of you and Atsumu.

“You’re so far! Get close to me like you actually like me.” You say jokingly as you hear a few, muffled snickers around the table. Atsumu stutters a response, but you interrupt him when you start counting from three. 

“Ready? Smile!” You take a few shots before looking at each one closely.

“Yeck, I’m deleting that one. I look gross in there.” You weren’t satisfied with how you smiled and your eyes looked like they were in mid blink. 

“What? Don’t say that. You’re gorgeous!” Atsumu looks up at you after he watches you remove one of the many pictures. You blush at his statement, dodging his stare.

“Oh, ummm. ..t-thank you." 

"You don’t gotta thank me. It’s the truth.” Atsumu murmurs, but it’s coherent enough where you could understand him.

“Get ready with your orders. The waiter is coming.” Kita sees the server walking towards your table. You went first and while everyone else was focused on the waiter, you quickly dragged your finger around on the phone screen. You immediately closed what you were doing and handed Atsumu back his phone. 

Your heart was beating fast, but you kept a calm smile on your face as you casually made conversation with the volleyball team. None of the guys knew about your crush, afraid that they would make fun of you. Not that you believed they would, but you weren’t comfortable telling anyone yet. 

Except for today. 

You finally were going to tell one person about your crush and that person was Atsumu. You planned everything out for a while, thinking of every possible situation that could happen and how you would approach it. You were surprised at how smoothly your idea was going, but that made you even more uneasy. 

But you already made your move and hoped that he would notice the little message in his phone. 

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Dinner was both fun yet stressful. Every time Atsumu would check his phone, your heart would jump at the thought of him seeing what you put. But he made no reaction so you assumed he had yet to see it. 

And you were fine with that. You’d prefer if he read it at home instead of in a public place. 

Everyone went their separate ways after the restaurant except you and the Miya twins. Your house wasn’t too far from theirs so they walked most of the way with you. Once you were close enough, you waved goodbye to the brothers.

“Bye! See you soon! And don’t forget to send me those pictures later, okay, Atsumu-kun?" 

"Yeah, I will! Bye, __(y/n)-chan!” Atsumu waved back before turning away with Osamu.

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Unfortunately, he never sent those pictures. He must have forgotten, but with how many days has passed, you believed he probably felt awkward with the little note you put. 

If he saw it. He never acted any differently when you saw him at school.

Maybe he never did see it? But you were too afraid to ask so you were just going to live quietly with your heartache. 

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“Oh, shoot! I forgot to send those pics to __(y/n)-chan!” Atsumu says loudly while he and Osamu walk home from practice.

“You haven’t sent them yet? It’s been a week.” Osamu shakes his head. 

“I forgot! I was too busy thinking of a way to tell her I like her. I gotta make sure it’s perfect.” The setter takes out his phone and taps on the photo album icon. As he selects and scrolls through the photos, his eyes become rounded at one particular image. 

It was a selfie of you and him, sitting close, cheek to cheek as you both smile happily. What made him pause was the heart drawn over the two of you with the words ’yes or no?’ written at the bottom.

“Ahh! ’s-samu! Look, look!” He shows his phone to his brother. “I think __(y/n)-chan likes me back! She put this on our picture!”

As soon as Osamu sees what’s on the screen, his eyes also widen slightly then suddenly smacks his brother at the back of his head. “Dumbass! That photo has been sitting there for that long already?”

“I told you already, I forgot! And she never said anything! Other than to send the pictures after we ate- Oh my God, 'samu, I really am a dumbass!” Realization hit Atsumu harder than his brother’s slap.

“I knew that a long time ago. Now, why are you still here talking to me? Shouldn’t you be talking to __(y/n) instead?" 

"You’re right! I gotta text her!” Atsumu’s hands were working fast in trying to find your text message conversation. Before Osamu could even make a snide comment, Atsumu becomes aware of a better alternative to communicate with you. 

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On your way home, you received multiple texts from Atsumu, all saying the same thing.

Yes!

Yes!!

Yes!

Yes!!!!

’The hell? Yes to what?’ Right when you were about to reply, you saw an incoming call from the setter who made your heart skip a beat daily. 

“Hello?” You answer. 

“Yes! __(y/n), yes! I want to be your boyfriend!”