#I told her I could just stay at a nearby cafe or even at a different table but she said I should join them ooooouuuuuuuuuggggghhhh

[butterfirefly]

Itinerary: ✔

[amuyyi]

warm enough .

synopsis; recovering from an expected breakup, you find yourself drunk at a nearby bar, encountering an unfamiliar girl who happens to know your ex.

trope; non idol!ningning x fem!reader, uni au, fluff, a little angst, a little suggestive, strangers to lovers, feat. kep1er members :3

wc; 4.8k

cw; a little suggestive but not really

a/n; fun fact this happened to me irl ! figured i could use my experiences for stories ! everything from the breakup to the bar kiss is based on my personal experience so lol have fun. also its kinda poorly written because i wrote some of it while on the plane + in china while being very tired and i dont feel like proofreading so im sorry ^^'

The breakup was supposed to be a mutual thing. A smooth and easy agreement between you and Jimin. You guys met in a cafe when your soon-to-be-ex girlfriend finally dropped the bomb on you. 

“I still care a lot about you, y/n. But I want to focus on myself and my future… I think you should too.”

You wanted to speak up, say that you didn’t want to let go yet. Just… hold on for a little longer. Maybe it’d get better if you guys just kept it going for another week. Another month. Another day?

 “What I’m trying to say is…”

You always hated this part.

“I think we should break up.”

Despite the older girl being the one to initiate the ending of the relationship, you always knew it was coming. Jimin was sweet, and you definitely did enjoy the little dates you guys had been on through the past year, but there was something missing. Every time she looked at you, it seemed like she was looking through your eyes into her own. Her mind was always elsewhere whenever you two were together, like she was searching for something you couldn’t provide. She never seemed to smile around you, never laughed loudly or hugged you with warmth. 

You really tried to be the person for her, you really did; but it was apparent that she was trying to convince herself you were the one as well.

It was shown in the way she bought you endless gifts with things you said you wanted, but never kissed you, In the way she would allow you to hold her hand, but never reached out herself, how she couldn’t bring herself to say “I love you” out loud. Jimin was cold.

You agreed that this was the best path to take, how you felt the exact same way and that it would be good for the both of you, but the tears that nonconsensually left your eyes said otherwise. You still remember the last words you told her before you got up to leave.

“I really hoped it was you.”

There's a saying or the other. “Your body will know if someone is right for you.” You came across it while aimlessly scrolling on social media once, and you thought it was an interesting but ridiculous concept. Countless people would share stories about how their hair would fall out or how they would break out into horrible acne when they were with their past partners, only being relieved from this when single or with their “match.”

It was funny, and you didn’t believe one bit of it until it actually happened. The tightness in your chest that followed you every time you two went out together, the stress of wondering if she actually enjoyed her company, the way you couldn’t truly relax in her presence– it all went away. It all left when she walked out of your life, and you’ve never felt more at peace with a decision. At least, for a little bit.

The breakup was the easy part. It was the recovery that ruined you.

You were the one to establish a rule of no contact, even after you both expressed wanting to stay in touch. It was your only way to hold on to the last sliver of pride you had left after spending a year chasing after Yu Jimin. The rule was established to allow you some time to heal, and you hoped to return to the girl as friends once you felt ready.

With this in mind, you then proceeded to spend a month barely eating, barely sleeping, and not leaving your apartment unless you needed to for classes. It was difficult to be on your own after dedicating so much time to her, falling behind, hoping that she would see you the way you saw her; but after about a month, you slowly felt yourself regaining your footing.

You started going out again, talking with your roommate, taking time to actually care for yourself. It was nice. Perhaps your progress would have left you comfortable enough to move on if you didn’t decide to go out that day.

There she was. Yu Jimin. After an exact 31 days of no contact with her, you finally cross paths. Quite literally, at that– but she wasn’t alone. There was a girl on her arm. She was pretty. Blonde with bobbed hair and a soft smile that made it impossible to hate her. Jimin was smiling too. This is the first time you’ve seen her smile like that, smiling as if she found what she was looking for after all of this time. She doesn't look past her. She sees her.

Jimin holds the other girl by the small of her waist the way she used to do with you, and she kisses her. She kissed her. Just like how she used to kiss you, but not exactly. There's love in her eyes. A warmth you’ve never seen before. In her eyes, there is certainty.

And that was the day your world came crashing down on top of you.

You tried to act normal as you walked past. You really did. Your eyes remain glued to your phone as your knuckles turn white. Her eyes didn’t even meet yours as you walked by. Why wouldn't she look at you? Maybe she's wondering why you won't look at her. That must be it. You hold your breath. As soon as she passed by, you couldn’t help yourself. You made the mistake of looking back.

…Nothing.

As soon as Jimin was out of sight, you cried. You ran home, scaring half the life out of your poor roommate, Xiaoting, as you collapsed in your bed. Everything hurts. Why did it hurt? You wanted this. You felt better without her— the tightness in your chest was gone. 

Instead, it was replaced by an indescribably painful ache. One that felt so deep within your soul it would never heal. Quietly entering your room, Xiaoting says nothing as she sits next to your limp body on the bed, rubbing your back comfortingly. The gesture only makes you sob even harder. 

She's been with you through it all. From the beginning of your relationship with Jimin till the end, she was there. Xiaoting really was a good friend.

From then on, Xiaoting’s one goal was simple: cheer you up. She would cook at least once for you every day despite not being the best chef, and she would allow you to rant about the same things over and over no matter how overbearing it got. Honestly, you started to feel a little bad. She shouldn’t have to bend over backwards for you just because you’re a little sad.

So when Xiaoting announces that you will be joining her at the bar with her friends tonight, you couldn't say no. Both because she stated it, not asked you, and that it simply was the least you could do for her. Especially after everything she’s done for you. Before you knew it, you were dressed up in your best (slutty) corset top and cargo pants with some hoops and over exaggerated makeup to accent the look. Xiaoting, as your best roommate and friend, matches with you, and you two make a big scene out of getting ready together; blasting music, doing each other's hair, borrowing each other's clothes, and more.

Xiaoting’s girlfriend Yujin had made herself at home for the pregame, and your mutual friend Hikaru soon followed. With Xiaoting as designated bartender, the four of you mingle, laughing and cracking jokes as the warmth of the alcohol and one another’s presence left you with a warming buzz. Xiaoting was an excellent mixer, and in combination with the chasers Hikaru bought and the drinking games Yujin proposed, you were all ready to go. 

Xiaoting and Yujin led the way, hand in hand as you and Hikaru trailed behind, drunkenly singing into the cold night air as you trek to the nearest bar.

Being a Friday night, the establishment had been as packed as expected, and you all squeezed your way past other visitors as you’re guided to a nearby table. Xiaoting starts off strong, ordering shots for the entire group before utilizing her combined charm alongside her girlfriend’s looks to convince guys to purchase drinks for everyone as well. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way the duo would bat their eyelashes innocently at lone men for drinks– but at least it worked.

Lazily, your eyes wander through the crowd, the alcohol in your system making it a struggle to see straight. Despite your inability to see properly, you still manage to catch a glimpse of your friends from the corner of your eye, and easily spot Yujin attempting to very publicly make out with Xiaoting as Hikaru struggles to pull her away. You stifle a laugh at the sight, and decide to leave the three to their antics whilst you look for someone to talk to.

It's been a while since you last struck up a conversation with a stranger. The last time you had put yourself out there was before you met… 

You shake your head. No. You are not letting your stupid ex ruin your night. Knitting your brows in concentration, you scan the bar. There were plenty of pretty girls to talk to, but you were feeling a little intimidated. Almost all of them came with at least one other person, and you didn’t want to intrude on anything…

 Your eyes landed on a lone blonde at the end of the table, scrolling through her phone with alcohol flushed cheeks. She seemed approachable. Worst case scenario, she simply shoos you off. Taking a deep breath, you approach the blonde, deciding to pull out your best conversation starter.

“Are you chinese? You look chinese!!” You exclaim, suddenly switching to mandarin in the middle of your sentence as you ask the question. Smooth.

The blonde girl looks as if she would’ve been extremely offended at the comment if you didn't just speak to her in her native tongue halfway through your sentence, and she quirks a brow at you, an amused smirk on her lips as she leans against the bar. 

“Yeah, I am! What's a cutie like you doing in a place like this alone??” 

You feel your heart begin to race. So far so good. “I'm not alone!!! My friends are just busy making out with each other and the other is trying to stop them!!” You also lean on the bar, though not as alluring as the blonde before you. More like you partially collapsed and partially slid on it.

She chortles at your response, “well that's not fair to you, leaving you here all alone.”

The sweet and somewhat sultry tone of the blonde makes (non alcohol induced) blush appear on your face as you laugh, “it really isn't! But whatever! My name is y/n by the way!! What's yours??” You scream over the music, sticking your hand out. It was an unexpectedly polite gesture considering your circumstances, and perhaps it may have seemed a bit comical as well with how drunk you were.

She giggles at the response, grabbing your hand then pulling you in, her lips dangerously close to your ear as she yells over the music, “Ning Yizhuo. But call me Ningning! It's cuter!”

You grin. Ningning was a cute nickname. You decided at this very moment you could trust this cute stranger with your life story and personal information she didn’t ask for, and begin to slur out.

“My friends dragged me out here because I was sad over my ex who moved on from me a month after the breakup even though we dated for a year and she's a big jerk for that even though I wish only the best for her but also I hope she dies!!!”

None of the words you spoke just now came out clear, and they seemed to trip over one another when leaving your mouth, but it was enough for the other girl to go from extremely relaxed to suddenly very heated. She stands up straight as her eyebrows knit together.

“To be honest I don’t think she ever really liked me in the first place! I don’t know!! Whatever it doesn’t matter!!!” You continue on, sounding absolutely pathetic as you let yourself feel through the anger you didn’t even know you were repressing, “I was stupid to stay with someone who couldn’t even look me in the eye when saying she loved me!! She was stupid to do the same!! Whatever!! I don’t know!!”

Ningning cuts you off with a raised hand before you can continue, “what the hell?! I hate people like that!!  You're wayyyy too hot to be treated that way! Who is she? What's her name?? I might know her!!”

Against your better drunken judgment, you decide to name drop your ex within a university bar. Because that is always a good idea. “Yu Jimin!! She's a engineering major !!!”

Ningning’s jaw drops as she stares at you, almost as if she were trying to find the correct words for what she has to say next.

“Girl, I know her !!!” She screams out after a brief moment of silence,  “we shared a class together once!! Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't know she was like that!! You deserve BETTER!” 

Before you could even think of what to say in reaction to that heavy load of information, Ningning grabs your face, pulling you into a kiss. It was a very messy one, her lips almost missing your own during the exchange. Seems like she's not entirely sober either. 

Still, even in your drunken state you knew what to do. Your hands immediately find Ningnings hair as you pull her in closer, and you can feel her smiling as she grazes her tongue over the bottom of your lip. 

You open your mouth to let her in and the only thing that you can think of or even feel for that matter is Ningning and her tongue. She… was really good at this. Jimin never kissed you like this before. Her hands trail down your back to your ass before she squeezes it, smirking when you squirm against her touch.

She breaks the kiss, her face inches away from yours as she breathes out, “you deserve so much better…” Ningning gives you a quick peck on the lips before stepping back, taking in her work with a devilish glint in her eyes. You stare at her dumbfounded for a moment before whipping out your phone, fully talking in your appearance. Your hair and makeup were a wreck. How did all of that happen just now?

“Done by yours truly~” Ningning winks at you, quickly slipping your phone out of your hand and typing something in.

“Wh— Wait what are you doing?”

“Giving you my number, obviously. My girls are gonna wonder where I went.” She hands back your phone and looks at you with soft eyes through her drunken daze. 

“Take care of yourself, yeah?” Ningning kisses you one last time, giving your hand a squeeze before letting go. She disappears into the crowd of partygoers, a sly fox-like grin on her face.

“There you are!” 

You feel an arm land on your shoulder as you jump, twirling around and looking down to see a drunk Hikaru with a slightly less drunk Xiaoting and an absolutely hammered Yujin on her side.

“We should probably head back home!” Xiaoting screams into your ear, “Hikaru’s gonna knock out on the couch and Yujin will be with me!”

Her words barely make it through to you, the music and the alcohol and the adrenaline within your system muffling out every word spoken. Regardless, you still nod and trail behind your friends as you leave, not all too sure what just happened.

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You lay in bed, eyes practically burning holes into the new contact in your phone. “宁宁<3” is what it said. 

So last night wasn’t just a dream. You really did just get a girl's number by doing nothing but spilling your secrets to a stranger. On top of all of that, your head was absolutely killing you, you swore you could feel your heartbeat within your brain. Still, that wasn’t important. Biting your lip, your fingers hover over the contact name. Should you message her? 

y/n [10:59]  — hey !! its y/n, the girl from the bar

y/n [10:59]  — thanks for keeping me company last night :)

ningning [11:06]  — i was wondering if u were gonna text me back

ningning [11:06] — and of course <3 jimin doesn’t know what she lost

y/n [11:08] — haha im flattered

y/n [11:08]  — but u barely know me??

ningning [11:11]  — that can change xx

Your eyes widen as you reread the text over and over again. Is she implying what you think she's implying? What if she's just being friendly? Can you even platonically make out with someone at the bar?

y/n [11:16] — are u asking me out on a date ning yizhuo ?

You wait. 

Oh god. What if she was just being friendly?

ningning [11:18]  — only if youll have me 

You feel yourself blush at her message, burying your face into your pillow as you squeal like a high school teenager in love. It was embarrassing in hindsight, but.. it felt nice to be wanted. 

y/n [11:19] —  of course

ningning [11:19] — perfect <3 

ningning [11:20] — dinner at my place tonight then? 

ningning [11:20] — If youre not too hungover.. 

ningning [11:20] — i got the best hangover cures ;)

you can't help but arch your eyebrow at the winky face she added at the end but brushed it off, more focused on the fact that your drunk hatred towards your ex landed you a date. 

You scramble to your feet and (metaphorically) kick down Xiaoting’s door, abruptly waking the girl from her nap as she screams out, “WO CAO!” She places a hand over her heart as she bolts up within her bed, immediately letting out a sigh of relief when she realizes it was just you. 

“Girl what the HELL is wrong with you?!” She hisses, laying back down and throwing the blanket over her head.

You, being the ever loving and best roommate ever, respond to this by jumping into bed with (on top of) the redhead and squeezing her as tight as you can while screaming “I HAVE A DATE!!!”

Xiaoting shoots back up, your arms still latched onto her torso as she looks down at you, eyes wide. “Wait, are you serious?”

You hear a low groan and a hand slapping your arm as you roll your eyes, slapping the arm back as the voice of Yujin grumbles out and shuffles deeper within the sheets.

Both you and Xiaoting look at one another and giggle before she quietly slips out of bed, quickly placing a kiss on Yujins head before grabbing your arm and leading you out of her room. Once outside, she firmly grasps your shoulders. 

“Okay, now tell me everything.”

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You nervously stand outside of Ningnings apartment, bag clutched in hand as you look back behind you. Xiaoting sat within her car on the side of the road, keeping an eye on you to make sure this girl wasn’t going to kidnap you or the other.

The two of you (and soon enough Yujin and Hikaru) had spent the day giving you pointers on how to go about the date. They had thrown an ungodly amount of clothes your way as well as telling you endless conversation starters and compliments to give another person. By the end of it all your head was overflowing with information that you were going to forget as soon as you head out the door, and all of your closet was sprawled on your bedroom floor and in the living room. Still, the girls seemed quite proud of their work.

All of you had consecutively agreed on an outfit that was nice, but not too nice. You wore a plaid skirt paired with a simple tank top and an off the shoulder cardigan.

Holding your breath, you ring the doorbell. You really hoped this wasn’t a mistake. When was the last time you were actually on a date with someone? You couldn't remember. After a few moments of silence, you hear shuffling followed by the door unlocking and Ningning poking her head out shyly. Her eyes light up at the sight of you before opening the door completely, revealing her outfit.

She wore an oversized plaid button up, unintentionally matching with your skirt alongside baggy jeans and some bunny slippers you thought were incredibly cute. Her hair was tied up in a messy but charming bun, held up by a hair stick with small gemstones dangling from the end.

This Ningning was completely different from the one you had met at the bar last night. Though, you suppose you were a different person now as well.

“You're here! Come in come in!” She grabs your hand and guides you inside. Flustered, you spare a quick glance behind you, and you can spot the silhouette of Xiaoting throwing a thumbs up from her car before Ningning closes the door behind you.

“You look gorgeous today, by the way,” Ningning compliments, her thumb rubbing over your fingers as she walks you through her apartment. The gesture makes your cheeks warm, and you find yourself easing into her touch like putty. It was a touch that was loving. Kind. Intentional. 

Her home was cozy, with white walls paired alongside warm lighting and paintings and other wall art lining the interior. There was an appetizing aroma that wafted through the air, and you had remembered that Ningning had offered to cook for you.

“What have you prepared for us tonight, chef Ningning?” You ask, squeezing her hand as she grins, “Well it's not much, I'm not a really good cook but I decided to make us some dumplings! A little basic, but it's the only dish I feel like I’ve actually perfected.”

“I hope this is the hangover cure you mentioned” you comment lightheartedly, and you sense a playful energy in the way she looks back at you.

“You'll find out soon enough.”

You once again find yourself quirking a brow at her vague answers, but she simply smiles at you innocently and you find yourself smiling back. It was hard to not be amused by her.

Ningning guides you to the kitchen, which was cleaned perfectly for your arrival. On the center of the table were multiple bamboo steamer baskets, as well as a large tea pot and a simple glass bottle with various native wildflowers as a centerpiece. 

The other girl pulls out a chair for you, and you teasing grin at the polite gesture, “how romantic, Ninging~”

She rolls her eyes and giggles before settling down herself, instantaneously pouring you a cup of tea as she gestures at the baskets, “go on, dig in. I’ll be personally offended if you don’t.”

Chuckling, you open up the baskets, releasing clouds of steam before revealing multiple handmade dumplings with various fillings and differing folding styles. Your eyes widen, and you simply comment, “wow,” before taking the first bite of the food.

To say that it tasted amazing was an understatement– you practically felt like you were thrown back to the motherland with a single bite, and it wasn’t long before you were filling your plate with more.

The two of you had spent the rest of the evening getting to know one another more. You had learned she was a computer science major and going onto her third year of uni, as well as the fact she was from Harbing whilst you shared that you were from Shanghai. 

“Big city girl, huh?” Ningning amusedly comments, sipping on her tea as you roll your eyes, “yeah… But I'm not rich or anything before you ask.”

The blonde feigns rejection as she snaps her fingers, “damn. I was gonna ask you to buy drinks next time we head to the bars, I think you owe me. ” She smiles at you, and it's warm.

You liked this. You liked how easy it was to talk to her. It was never this easy before.

Soon enough you had ended up on Ningning’s couch, browsing through movies aimlessly as the hefty meal threatened to send you into a food coma. The blonde lay comfortably in your arms underneath a blanket, her eyes occasionally fluttering shut as you continued to search for something to watch.

“Hmm, what about… Velocipastor?” The name completely throws you off guard, prompting you to click on it, skimming over the description as you feel the vibration of Ninging lazily humming beneath you. 

“Oh that movie is really good, trust me.”

“... Really? Are you sure, Ning?”

“Yeah yeah…” Her eyes were already shut as she spoke, nuzzling in closer to you as you chuckle, putting on the movie as you wrap your arms around her, pulling her in closer. 

Honestly, the movie seemed to be an excuse for the girl to be physically close to you– maybe get a nap in? You weren’t even sure if she was watching the movie at this point. Still, maybe it was for the best. Velocipastor was definitely not well funded within its production, that much could be seen. Plus, you couldn't complain about having a cute girl in your arms.

“Does your head still hurt?”

Ningning’s soft voice rings out, startling you. Honestly, you were getting pretty invested in the film, you had thought she already fell asleep.

“Mmm, a little. I don’t think your hangover cure worked.”

“Oh, the dumplings weren’t the cure.”

Your head cocks to the side as you tear your gaze away from the tv screen, looking down at the girl nestled on your chest as she looks back up at you. There was that all too familiar glint in her eyes again.

“Then what is?”

A mischievous grin curls on her lips before she leans in, connecting her lips with yours. Still a bit sluggish from the night before alongside a hefty meal, her kissing was a bit sloppy, but it was soft. Much softer than before.

You feel yourself almost immediately sigh into the kiss, and you would have found it embarrassing if she didnt guide her hand up your chest, to your neck, and into your hair, soon deepening the kiss. 

Not expecting things to escalate so soon, you couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper as your hands landed on her hips, nails digging into her sides desperately as she laughs against your lips, pulling back. 

“You’re really cute, y’know?” She purrs, using her hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face, and you can see the hint of pink spread across her lips as she smiles, drinking in the sight of you.

Before you even have a chance to respond, Ningning tackles your jawline, trailing kisses down your face and onto your neck. You try to respond, but when she starts to nip the side of your neck, the words you wanted to say somehow managed to melt into complete mush.

“Mmhmmhgh…” 

The sound that escapes your lips allows you the chance to actually feel embarrassed, and you slam a hand over your lips, looking away from Ninging. Your response elicits another laugh from the blonde, and you swear you could listen to the sound forever. 

Her symphony soon quiets though, and Ningning looks you straight in the eye, her gaze softening as she opens her mouth, struggling to find the right words to say.

“Look, I know we just met…” she trails off for a moment, almost a bit shy to continue, “but if you want to give me a chance and see where this goes, I promise I’ll treat you so well.” 

Her eyes are filled with genuine desire for you, and you couldn’t help but feel… Isolated? Targetted? For the first time you feel like you’re seen, and you don’t know what to do about it.

She presses on, “I’d really like to see you again, and I know you’re going through a lot right now but I want to be there with you every step of the way. I want to see where this takes us.”

“I want you, y/n.”

Your face heats up instantaneously, and you swear your eyes were threatening to bulge out of your skull right then and there. You look at her in silence as you struggle to find your words, and after a few seconds you finally croak out,

“I… I want to see where this takes us too, Ningning.”

Her eyes brighten at your response, and she beams, pulling you into a tight hug on the couch before interlocking her lips with yours once again. You giggle into the kiss, and throw the blanket over the two of you as the movie on the tv buzzed on. For the first time, you found someone warm enough for you.

[thelov3lybookworm]

Love Needs No Voice (Part 1)

Summary: The famous guy is a little too stubborn for Y/n's liking.

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A/n: The reader in this fic is mute. I just want to warn everyone, I have no experience or know anyone who has experience with muteness, so everything i write is based off of my research over the internet. If I write something that might offend anyone, please let me know so I can rectify my mistake. Its not my intention to hurt anyone.

That said, Enjoy!

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The timer Y/n and Nesta had set rang, signalling the end of the hour, and some people from the table nearby looked over before returning to their conversation.

Finally. Y/n heard her best friend whisper from next to her, relief evident in the way Nesta cracked her back.

Y/n simply smiled at her friend from childhood, stretching her back as she clenched and unclenched her fist, sighing when her body relaxed after an hour of no movement.

It was saturday today, meaning most students of the university were either exploring London, sleeping in, or sitting in the cafe near the campus, completing notes and assignments.

Y/n had had nothing else to do, and she wanted to finish all her assignments, so she had planned to come to the cafe, and Nesta had insisted to come along.

And even though it had been her decision to tag along, Nesta had been fussy the whole morning, whining about wanting to do something else, but not wanting to leave Y/n either. They had both settled on studying for three hours and then going out.

Nesta stood up, bending this way and that before sighing. "Let's go get something to eat." She mumbled.

Y/n thought about it for a second, then shook her head as the image of the famous boy flashed in her mind. She glanced around a little, then gestured at Nesta to go by herself.

"You're not hungry?"

Y/n again shook her head.

Nesta shrugged. "I'll bring you something."

Y/n waved, then turned back to her book, continuing to scribble her notes across it.

Y/n watched her friend make her way through the crowd of students toward the line that led to the cafe counter, leaning back in the cushioned seat she currently occupied.

The scrape of a boot caught Y/n's attention, and she stiffened a little, hoping it was not who she knew it was.

Alas, the fates were not kind to Y/n on some days, and today was most probably one of those days, considering she'd stubbed her toe almost over five times now.

The handsome boy that all the girls from the university fawned over dropped into the seat next to Y/n, a huge smile on his face.

Y/n suppressed her sigh.

Y/n should have known there was a chance she would encounter him today, considering one of his friends worked as a barista in this exact cafe.

The violet eyed boy had never noticed her until a month ago, and Y/n had used to believe herself lucky to be out of sight of the boy that basically smelled of money, who wore clothes that practically screamed My father is rich, haha, you losers.

But then on that fateful day a month ago, Y/n had decided to stay in the library finishing up some of her literature assignments, and that had probably been one of the worse decisions of her life.

Nesta had her cheerleader practice that day, and then she had been too tired to study, so Y/n had told her to go home. To go and get some rest, that Y/n could handle by herself.

How wrong she'd been.

After two hours of study, the sky had begun to darken in the distance, rain clouds gathering, promising heavy rain. Y/n looked out the window, and decided it was time to call it a day. She gathered all her supplies and notebooks, placing them neatly into her bag. Y/n was never one for messiness, and her mother and Nesta liked to joke that her need for organising everything perfectly will bite her in the ass one day.

That day, Y/n understood what they meant.

Y/n meticulously stored everything away, arranging her books in the order she wanted, all the while glancing out the window and hoping it wouldn't rain anytime soon.

After she was finally done, she raced towards the exit, finding another student standing there, staring out over the grounds, now wet with the heavy rain that began pouring. He wore a simple black vest and grey sweatpants, his dark hair tousled, his neck gleaming with sweat.

Y/n skid to a stop, her shoulders slumping in disappointment. She was too busy wondering how she would go back to the small rented apartment she shared with Nesta, not realising the person next to her was none other than the Rhysand.

Y/n frowned when she felt eyes on her, and she glanced from the corner of her eye to find the boy staring at her. She turned her eyes to the small puddle quickly forming a little distance away, glaring at it, a blush climbing up her neck at the intensity with which he stared at her.

"Hey. I'm Rhysand." He waited for a few moments, and when it was clear Y/n would not reply, he continued awkwardly. "Is anyone coming to pick you up?"

Y/n blinked, looking at the guy. She stared at him for a moment, then glanced behind her, checking to make sure no one was standing behind her and that he really was talking to her. He rose a brow at her actions, and she quickly shook her head no.

"So... do you have an umbrella?"

She again shook her head, wrapping her arms around herself, her blush spreading down her neck when she realised that she was wearing the worst possible outfit ever.

Rhysand opened his mouth to speak again, but just then a sleek, shining black sedan pulled up, and he paused. A man in a full suit stepped out of the driver's side opening an umbrella, walking the few steps towards Rhysand.

The man said nothing, just stood holding the umbrella over Rhysand's head, who turned to Y/n with a cheeky smile. "And that is my very talkative body guard. Very cheery, that man."

Y/n stared blankly, wondering if she was supposed to laugh. His smile faltered, before widening as he stepped towards his car. This guy really was rich.

He made to get in, but turned at the last moment. "If you don't have an umbrella, how are you going to go home?"

Y/n simply shrugged, tugging her jacket tighter around her. A frown appeared on his face. He stood there, studying Y/n for long enough that she had to resist the urge to squirm. "I can give you a ride." He said, matter of factly.

When Y/n shook her head, he silently contemplated something, then turned to his bodyguard. "Give her the umbrella."

The man in the suit didn't even hesitate, simply waited for Rhysand to get settled before shoving the umbrella at her. Y/n stared at him, panicked. He stood unmoving, waiting for her to take the umbrella.

Y/n grabbed it, wishing more than ever that she could talk in that moment. She wished she could tell Rhysand to keep the umbrella, but he obviously would not have learned the sign language and there was no other way she could talk to him, and she didn't have the will to get out a pen and paper.

Rhysand rolled down his window, something like concern and curiosity swimming in his eyes. "You can return it to me tomorrow, if that's why you are so hesitant." Y/n nodded reluctantly, swallowing. He smiled. "Are you sure you don't want me to drop you home?"

Y/n shook her head, then ran off, knowing he would try to continue talking, and then eventually find out about her lack of voice, and then pity her. Then tell the whole university so everyone can make fun of her. That's what usually happened.

She didn't need anyone pitying her out bullying her. She did enough of that herself.

Someone nudged Y/n's shoulder, and she blinked out of her thoughts, turning to find Rhysand smiling at her.

Y/n swallowed, trying not to get lost in his beautiful violet eyes.

"How are you doing?"

Y/n studied him for a moment, then turned back to her notes. She felt him deflate next to her. "Why don't you talk to me? Why do you ignore me?"

Y/n fidgeted with her pen, attempting to block him out. It didn't work. His voice was just that hypnotic. "If you want me to leave you alone, just say the word." He mumbled, his voice sad.

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, releasing a breath through her nose.

A tense silence descended around the two of them, and Y/n wondered if he had left. When she opened her eyes, she found him studying her intensely. This time, she held eye contact.

A few moments passed, and suddenly, he jolted, his eyes widening in shock. Y/n's brows furrowed, and she turned to glance behind her at the seats behind her, wondering if something was going on.

When she turned back to him, he still looked like he had seen a ghost, though now his eyes swam with emotion.

"You- you... you can't..."

His words did nothing to soothe Y/n's confusion, and she simply blinked at him.

"You can't, can you? I said if you want me to leave you alone, just say the word. You..."

Suddenly, it all clicked for Y/n.

He knew.

Y/n straightened, grabbing all her books and shoving them haphazardly into her bag. A book's cover even folded outward, but Y/n pushed it in, uncaring. All she wanted to do now was to run away, far, far from everyone that knew, from everyone that would soon find out.

Rhysand grabbed her hand as soon as Y/n stood and pulled her bag over her shoulder. Precisely at that moment, Nesta came bounding up to the two of them as he too followed Y/n up, a to go cup of coffee in her hand and a muffin in another. The muffin Y/n loved.

Nesta slowed down, raising a questioning brow at Y/n. Knowing everyone would soon find out, Y/n signed to Nesta.

He knows.

Nesta stiffened, then handed Y/n the muffin so she could sign back. Did you tell him?

Y/n shook her head, walking closer to Nesta and ignoring Rhysand as he called her name. He figured it out.

Nesta glared at Rhysand, then grabbed her bag from Y/n and dragged her best friend away.

Y/n felt eyes on her all the way until she reached the exit, and she turned to look back at the stunned boy once.

What she saw confused her a little, but she could not contemplate on it much as Nesta didn't stop.

He had looked guilty, but also...

Determined.

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Update post:

Yesterday, there were no less than two terrorist attacks against Israeli civilians, one in the morning, and one in the evening.

The first one happened in Beersheba, where the terrorist stabbed and injured two people before being neutralized. The terrorist was an Israeli Bedouin, who had been convicted of drug-related criminal charges. The prosecution asked for his arrest, but the court decided to be lenient, to aid in his rehabilitation, and instead only sentenced him to community service. He was due to start in two weeks, but instead he chose yesterday to attack innocent civilians.

The second terrorist attack took place in Gan Yavne. A Palestinian man, who used to have a work permit in Israel, but lost it and remained here illegally, carried out the attack. The Palestinian terrorist started stabbing people at a gym and then at a nearby cafe, wounding 3 people, all of them originally determined to be in serious condition, one is a teenager, the other two are reported to have life threatening head injuries. The terrorist was 19 years old, and he was neutralized at the scene. In investigating how he managed to stay inside Israel illegally after his work permit had expired, the police has arrested two people so far.

Israel has wrapped up its second operation at the Shifa hospital in Gaza City, with another soldier pronounced dead (20 years old Nada Cohen), bringing the IDF fatalities in the Gaza ground operation so far to 256, and the total number of killed Israeli soldiers in this war, including during the Hamas massacre (reminder that some of those soldiers were girls serving in non-combative posts, without combat training or even a weapon, and were slain while still in their pajamas) to 600.

The end of one operation in a Gaza hospital doesn't mean that's the end of Hamas abusing medical and humanitarian facilities, so there are and will be more such operations. That's why I'm also sharing this reminder that nothing is sacred or even just... off limits to Hamas, who moved kidnapped civilians in ambulances, as one of the released hostages testified.

I mentioned in a post expressing my frustration over foreigners' ignorance over the conflict, which doesn't stop them from acting like they know better than the people actually living it, the Hamas-Fatah "civil war," which erupted in 2007, when Hamas killed Fatah members in Gaza and took over the place. The two Palestinian factions have tried reconciliation several times over the years, but it never lasted long. Israel's war in Gaza against Hamas and its fellow terrorists organizations is not over yet, but already there's signs of that tension. This def bodes well for Palestinians if Hamas survives this war.

A city council meeting in California, which dealt with Holocaust remembrance, ended up being the scene of some despicable displays of antisemitism in its anti-Zionist form. IDK what was most distressing to hear about, the way they screamed "Lies! Lies!"' at a Holocaust survivor, or that they took and threw to the ground the phone of a Jewish man who came to speak about his grandma who had survived the Holocaust, or that they mocked a mother speaking of her child being harassed at school to the point he doesn't wanna be a Jew, because he doesn't want to be hated... Maybe that they made my friend, who attended the meeting, cry on what was supposed to be a very special day. I saw coverage on Israeli TV of the city council, which both told me how bad it was, if of all things, that's what they're talking about, and at the same time, it was nothing like hearing about it from her. So I'm glad that she shared some of her own impressions about this ugly demonstration of hatred (I'm also scheduling her post for a reblog). I just hope Jews all over the world know that we here in Israel care about you, we love you, we are standing by your side, and we wish we could do more for you. <3

Speaking of antisemitism, and an inability to recognize it as such, to call it out and condemn it, here's some recent examples from around the world. In Spain, the locals went out for an Easter drink, a tradition called, "to kill the Jews," but insisted it's not racist. Attacking and even killing Jews actually was customary in Europe on Christian holidays such as Christmas and Easter. In fact, this specific nickname is derived from those old attacks.

In London, a policeman insisted that swastikas being displayed at an anti-Israel protest were not antisemitic, and should be taken "in context," despite admitting that a symbol that's abusive or would cause public distress would fall under his jurisdiction to act against.

In the Netherlands, a single mom of a Jewish girl was attacked for the daughter's choices (she decided to move to Israel and has served in the Israeli army) both at home and at her workplace, a hospital. The mother was so rattled after the attack at her home, that she wouldn't stay there. A Jewish hotel owner offered her a free stay at his hotel. In an interview with an Israeli reporter, the mom said she's considering moving to Israel, too (source in Hebrew).

This is 32 years old Celine ben David Nagar.

She worked as an office manager at a law firm, was married to Iddo, and they had a 6 months old baby together. On Oct 7, Celine was on her way with a friend to the Nova music festival, but they never made it there. The Hamas rocket attack started first. For 10 days, she was considered missing, and it took a while, but eventually they found her body. While her fate was still unknown, two days after the massacre, Iddo went on TV and talked about the fact that Celine was still breastfeeding. Following the interview, hundreds of Israel women volunteered to donate their mother's milk to the little baby girl. At Celine's funeral, Iddo asked said goodbye to his wife, and asked hr to watch over him and little Eli from above.

May her memory be a blessing.

(for all of my updates and ask replies regarding Israel, click here)

[shadowuponstorm]

Stay Away From The Coach's Granddaughter

A/N: I recently started watching One Tree Hill and when I searched it, I noticed it's rarely posted about on this platform. So, I thought "Why not write up something for it and be a part of those who want to keep it alive?". Hope you 'Ravens' enjoy! (I just wanted to mention, I love all the endgames! This is just another scenario separate from the show)

Summary: Coaching basketball for Tree Hill always seem to be first place on the list of Brian "Whitey" Durham's pride and joys, when it's in actually fourth place. The third place belongs to his son, Dale, the second for his granddaughter, and the first place is always reserved for Camila. When he gains custody of his granddaughter, he vows to always have her best interest at heart, even if it means warning his boys to stay away from her. What would happen if one of them breaks one of Coach's rules?

-4 YEARS AGO, WHITEY'S POV-

I was about to sit down to eat dinner when a knock came on the door. I grumbled as I tried to get out of my recliner, complaining that all I needed was peace and quiet. I opened the door to see two police officers standing there, with the lights on the squad cars still on.

"You Whitey Durham?" The officer on the left asked as I nodded my head and confirmed I was, "Your son, Dale, was in a car accident. I'm sorry to inform you, sir, that he didn't make it to the hospital."

Hearing those words, ripped a chunk of my heart out. "No, no, not my boy." I kept thinking over and over again, trying to stay upright.

"Thank you for coming all this way to tell me," I said to the officers as they nodded in understanding of my reaction to the shocking news I've been given, "H-have you informed his ex-wife? What about my granddaughter, was she with him?"

"Someone is going over there right now to tell her," The officer on the right responds, he then tells me, "As for your granddaughter, we have her in the back of the squad car. She wasn't in the accident with your son."

I sighed in relief as I looked past the cops' shoulders to see her just sitting there, looking devastated, and I couldn't blame her, she just lost her dad. I asked, "Is there any way you can allow her to stay with me? I mean, her mom lives pretty far from-"

"Oh, Mr. Durham, she isn't going to her mom. Social Services came by the hospital and explained to her that she was to live with you if something were to happen," the officer says as I see his partner go down the steps of my porch and get her out of the car.

"Why don't you go on in? I'll finish this up as quickly as I can," I told my granddaughter as she passed by me to enter the house.

After a few more minutes, the police left and I shut the door behind me to see Charlotte sitting on the couch, as quiet as she could be. She turned to look at me after hearing the door shut and whispered, "What am I going to do without my dad? I'm only 13."

"Oh, sweetheart," I said as I took a seat right next to her and pulled her into a hug, "I know this is going to be hard, but we'll get through this. That's what us Durhams do."

"I'm glad he and Grandma Camila are reunited at least," I hear Charlotte whisper as I tell her that was a good way of thinking.

I will do everything in my heart to keep her safe and protect her as best I can from harm's way.

-PRESENT, Charlotte's POV-

"Come on! Let's Go!" I hear Grandpa shout at the boys as I try to study on the bleachers, "Focus on practicing the plays, not showing off!"

I chuckle to myself and roll my eyes as I witness Tree Hill's star player, Nathan Scott, doing the exact opposite of what he was "asked" of. My phone buzzed beside me and I picked it up to see a text from Haley.

Haley: "Hey, wanna study at Karen's cafe?"

I text back, "Have to ask Grandpa first, but that would be greatly appreciated!"

After I put my phone back down, I glanced back at the court to see Nathan looking in my direction and proceeded to wink at me. I looked around to see if Peyton was sitting nearby, but couldn't see her anywhere.

"Nathan, you got something in your eye son? If not, stop blinking!" Grandpa yelled as the other boys laughed and I shook my head.

I packed up my stuff and headed down the bleachers toward Grandpa to ask him, "Hey, Haley texted me asking if I wanted to study over at the cafe. Can I go?"

"Sure, go ahead," Grandpa said as he glanced his attention to me for a split second, "Stay safe and remember to keep your phone."

"Yes sir," I respond as I walk toward the exit, but not before turning my head to yell over my shoulder, "See you guys at the game!" prompting the guys to hoot and cheer, much to Grandpa's annoyance.

After I arrived at the cafe, I sent a quick text before opening the door to see Haley helping Karen out behind the counter.

"Oh hey sweetie," Karen says as she spots me walking in and putting my schoolbag on the counter, "Your grandpa's yelling was too much for you?"

I laugh at her little joke and respond, "I wish I could say I'm not used to it, but I'm used to it. He's stressed about the big game and Nathan was busy showboating. Speaking of Nathan, he did something strange."

"What did he do?" Haley asked as I pulled out my notes and textbooks, "Did he flirt with you?"

"Okay, one, you know my grandpa's rule about me fraternizing with his "boys" so flirting is out of the question as well as dating. Two, no, he winked in my direction, but Peyton wasn't on the bleachers or there."

"Hold on, you say he winked in your direction, but Peyton wasn't around?" Haley asked as I nodded my head, "Charlotte, he was winking at you."

"No, he wasn't," I respond skeptically as I look over at Karen, who has the "Yeah, he definitely winked at you" expression on her face, "There's absolutely no reason that Nathan Royal Scott, who is taken mind you, would want to wink at me."

"Why not? You're intelligent, funny, and such a beautiful girl," Karen says as Haley voices that she agrees with that.

"Nathan lives up to his father, which means, he is not going to go for the smart and nerdy girl, he's going for the pretty cheerleader," I respond before mentioning, "No offense to Peyton, she definitely rocks it."

"Well, believe me when I say this, something is going off in that boy's brain when you're around," Haley says as she grabs a biscotti from the jar.

"Who are you guys talking about?" Lucas asks from behind, making me jump a little, "Oh, sorry, thought you heard the door open."

"It's fine, we're good," I said as I turned my body in his direction, "Also, none of your business who we were talking about because it's nothing of importance."

"Nathan winked at her and she thought Peyton was nearby," Haley responded as I shushed her from going further than that information.

"Well, they're always breaking up and getting back together, so I didn't know," I said as Lucas nodded his head in understanding of my theory before mentioning, "He and Peyton have broken up for good."

"There, now you have a shot at becoming the star player's girlfriend," Haley says as I roll my eyes and remind her that I'm also the Coach's granddaughter, so there's a little to no possibility of that happening, "You never know, maybe Whitey will go soft at the fact you're finding love."

Despite doubt running through a loop in my mind, maybe Haley's right about this. Grandpa is always telling stories about how he and Grandma were soulmates in love, he would want me to have a similar experience.

-BASKETBALL GAME-

"Hey Charlotte, if we win this game, how about we grab some dinner together?" I hear Tim shout at me, making me roll my eyes and yell back, "In your dreams! Now focus before he chews off your head or worse, benches you for the rest of the game."

I could've sworn I saw a little smile on Grandpa's face when he heard me rejecting Tim's offer. After my dad's passing 4 years ago, it was in writing that Grandpa was to get full custody of me since my mother wasn't acting like an actual mother and being reckless with everything regarding money, drugs, and especially men. It was honestly the best decision my father made because he didn't want me to be exposed to the fact my mom put those first instead of my health and well-being. I understand why the "Stay Away From The Coach's Granddaughter" rule is in place, but doesn't help when most of the boys are actually really nice.

"Hey Charlotte!" I heard someone shout and I looked to see who it was, "Down here!

I turned my head in the direction of the voice to see it was Martin McFadden, or what he likes to be called, Mouth.

"What Mouth?" I asked as I walked down the bleachers to his spot, "Did you need extra help with something?"

"No, it's not that, here," Mouth says handing me a folded-up piece of paper, and before I can ask, he mentions, "If your grandpa asks, just say it's my number so we can keep in touch in case we're working on something."

"Got it," I respond as I put the paper in my pocket and head back to my spot on the bleachers, with part of me itching to want to read the note now.

-AFTER BASKETBALL GAME-

As always, the Ravens kicked ass and my grandpa gained another win to his record. Grandpa and I were on our way home when he asked, "What was that kid giving you? The one with the big lips."

I laughed a little before saying, "His name is Martin, but he goes by Mouth as a nickname. He just wanted to give me his number for his phone in case we're to be working together on a project."

"You sure it isn't a love note? It was folded up pretty good," Grandpa responded as a little joke, prompting me to shake my head.

"No, just a friendly communication between the sportscaster and the granddaughter of the coach," I say as Grandpa parked the car in front of the house.

After dinner had been eaten and dishes cleaned, Grandpa went into the den to watch TV in his favorite recliner as I went into my room. I pulled the paper from my pocket and unfolded it to see a very recognizable handwriting, Nathan.

"Hey, I know this is not ideal, but you know, your grandpa has that rule of his set in stone and I don't want to be benched for the rest of the season. Here's my number xxx-xxx-xxxx, in case you want to talk or text."

I chuckle at how bold this boy is, using his friend to give me this note and bypassing my grandpa's rule. I pull out my phone and text the number, "If this is a prank, I very much don't appreciate that."

Nathan: As fun as that sounds, it's not. Guess you got my note ;)

Me: You know very well I did, it happened right in front of you, and you also had Mouth help you. Good game today.

Nathan: Thanks, that wink was towards you by the way.

I looked at my phone screen in confusion before texting back, "I know, you texted it to me just now."

Nathan: No, I mean earlier. You were looking around like it was meant for someone else.

Me: Can we switch over to a phone call?

Nathan: Wouldn't Whitey overhear you?

I closed my phone and put it in my pocket as I left my room to head towards the den.

"Hey, is it alright if I go for a night bike ride? I won't be gone long," I said as Grandpa nodded his head, "I have my phone on me."

"Stay safe, love you," Grandpa shouts as I yell, "Love you too."

After I shut the door behind me, I started biking down the road that goes toward the River Court. I pulled my phone out and called Nathan as I leaned my bike against the bleachers. He answered on the first ring and said, "So what excuse did you give?"

"Har har, very funny, I gave him an honest one. He's used to me doing rides at night, as long as I'm not out too late," I respond as I hear Nathan laugh, "What? I'm serious, I've never broken any of his ground rules, as of now."

"What a way to break the old man's heart, betrayal," Nathan said as I rolled my eyes and rebutted, "At least I'm always on his good side."

"Touche, question, why were you looking around when I winked at you?" Nathan asked as I ran my hand over my face and groaned.

"It's embarrassing," I respond as Nathan hits me with a "Try me."

After I took a breath, I said, "I thought Peyton was around, so when you winked at me, I looked to see if it was for her since she's usually your girlfriend."

Nathan laughs a little before saying, "We do break up a lot, don't we? Yeah, we're done for this time. Don't worry, that's not something to be embarrassed about."

"Jeez thanks, Scott," I respond jokingly before pulling my phone away from my ear to see the time, only have 15 more minutes before I have to start biking home.

"How much longer do we have on this call?" Nathan asked and before I could ask how he knew, he said, "I heard you pull the phone away."

"We have 15 more minutes before I have to bike home," I respond before I hear his voice change when he asks, "I'm sorry? Did you say bike?"

"Yeah, I thought I mentioned that," I said before clarifying, "I don't have a car yet and I think we both know how my grandpa feels about your dad, so there's no way my car is coming from him."

"Yeah, probably best if you don't," Nathan agrees as I add in, "Sorry, know he's your dad and all, but he can sometimes be an ass."

"Oh no, feel free, I feel the same way," Nathan responds as I start to feel bad about the way how unhappy he is talking about Dan.

To change the topic, I asked, "So, what's the real reason you wanted to talk to me?"

"Just to get to know you, the real you. You know, finally know your personality, not just the fact you happen to be related to my basketball coach," Nathan responds as I feel the inside of my body warm up and blush.

"Didn't know Showboater Scott actually had a heart," I say sarcastically as Nathan laughs and mentions, "Just takes the right person to make it skip a beat."

"I really should get back before Grandpa sends a search party, I'll see you tomorrow," I respond as Nathan agrees and tells me goodnight.

After I told him goodnight back, I closed my phone and started biking back up the road. I entered the house to look into the den to see Grandpa snoring and see the TV was playing a video of an old Ravens game. I grabbed a blanket to cover him up and I kissed him on the forehead to whisper, "Goodnight, Grandpa."

My phone buzzed to signal a text came through as I entered my bedroom, I pulled it out to see Nathan texted me.

"Had to tell you goodnight again, hope your dreams are sweet and have me in them ;)"

I laughed before putting my phone on charge and getting dressed for bed. Maybe tomorrow will bring something more into my life.

-TOMORROW-

"Have a good day today, I'll see you later," Grandpa says as we both exit the car and head toward the school.

After I told Grandpa to have the same, I headed toward my locker to see Tim leaning against it. I thought to myself, "Great, another day to reject his advances, again."

"What do you want Tim?" I asked as I stopped in front of him and shoved his shoulder to get him to move, "And get off my locker."

"Just thought I'd try to serenade you to go out with me, no one can resist my charm," Tim says smugly like he thinks he'll be successful in his attempt today.

Before I can say something, I hear someone say, "Tim, she's never going out with you, so stop. Besides, Turner's looking for you, it looks like you're in trouble as always."

"Aww man, I gotta hide," Tim nervously says as he bolts down the hall and keeps looking in all directions to try to avoid our principal.

I turned around to see Nathan standing there with a smile on his face.

"Clever, is Turner really looking for him?" I asked as Nathan shook his head and said, "Nope, thought I'd save a damsel in distress."

I open my locker to get my textbooks before saying, "I could have handled it myself, but thank you. I swear he just never gives up."

"Yeah, that's Tim for you," Nathan responds as I laugh, "Did you make it home in time? You didn't respond to my text."

"I did, thanks for being concerned. I did get your text, was nice," I said as he plastered an "I take offense to that" expression as a joke and whispered, "How dare you? I worked on that text for hours."

"Fine, it was funny, better?" I respond as Nathan nods and looks around for who I assume is my grandfather to make sure he isn't nearby before he leans in, "I really enjoyed our phone call, we should do it again."

The school bell rings and everyone starts rushing the hallways, causing my attention to be distracted and when I looked back, he was gone. So I pulled my phone out to text him, "We should."

I entered class to take my seat and the teacher started teaching his material when I saw a folded piece of paper get thrown on my desk. I looked towards the person who put it there and they shrugged their shoulder, meaning they were only told to give it to me. I started to unfold the paper when the teacher called my name.

"Yes sir?" I asked as he glanced toward the paper in my hand and asked what I had in my hand, "I'm not sure, I was given this just now."

I handed it to him after he asked for it, knowing he believed me since he knew I was not the type of student to break school rules, opening it to see what it said, before folding it back up.

"Sir, isn't it your rule to read notes aloud?" I hear a student asks before the teacher responds, "Yes, but in this case, I'm not going to."

"Not fair to the other times you did it," Another student says before the teacher looks at me with a somber expression and apologizes before he unfolds the paper to read what it said.

"Charlotte, you should wipe your existence off Planet Earth because of how ugly you are, no wonder your daddy is dead and your mommy didn't care to want you."

My stomach dropped and my veins turned cold hearing those words,

"I-I-" I tried to say but sentences weren't forming in my brain nor connecting with my mouth, "I can't."

I suddenly grabbed my bag and ran out of the classroom with tears streaming down my face. I didn't even know I was going outside the school until I was actually outside, standing on the sidewalk.

"I can't stay here, I don't want anyone to see me like this, especially Grandpa," I kept thinking over and over in my head.

I walked back into the school and towards Turner's office, who was surprised to see me.

"Charlotte, how can I-. Is everything alright?" He asked as I shook my head and told him, "I'm feeling sick and can't stay for the rest of the day. Do you mind telling my grandpa I went home?"

"Of course, hope you feel better soon," Turner says after I thanked him and left the office towards the parking lot to grab my bike.

After I biked home, I got in the house and that's when I finally decided to let out a scream and started sobbing, where no one could hear or see me this way. I've been bullied like this a lot by Rachel, and no one knows about it, not even Grandpa. I don't know why she's doing it, she's only been in Tree Hill for a few months. "I wish she would just stop."

I went into my bedroom and practically slammed my whole body onto the bed to grab a pillow to hold. I must've fallen asleep for a few hours because my phone buzzed with a text and I looked at the screen name to see it was Nathan.

"Hey, where were you? All the guys asked Whitey and he said you'd gone home sick."

Me: I did. A bug must be going around and I caught it.

Nathan: You looked fine this morning so I know that's a lie. What's going on?

Me: Nothing, I'm fine. Aren't you supposed to be practicing?

Nathan: Practice is over, didn't you see the time?

I looked at the time to see it was 5:30, which meant Grandpa would be home in an hour or so from mingling with his friends.

Me: Didn't realize, oops. Sorry, I had to miss seeing Grandpa yell at you guys.

Nathan: I need to hear your voice, phone call?

I sighed and tried to make my voice sound like I hadn't been crying before pressing the call button.

"Hey, how did practice go?" I say with a hint of crackling in my voice, which I silently curse that I let it slip

"About how it is sometimes, are you really okay?" Nathan asked with concern in his voice.

"Yeah, I might've just caught what's been going around. I'll be fine," I said as I heard a car door shut nearby, "Shoot, Grandpa's home early, I'll talk to you later."

After Nathan and I said our goodbyes, I made it look like I'd been sleeping since I got home. The door creaks open as Grandpa's footsteps enter my room and they stop as he sees my appearance. I hear him set down something on my desk and walk over to kiss my forehead to whisper, "Hope you feel better sweetheart, whether the bully is getting to you or you're actually sick."

I open my eyes to see a soup container and by the smell, it's from Karen's cafe, which means it's bound to be delicious. First, I need to talk to Grandpa, so I exit my bedroom to enter the den.

"Listen, I'm really sorry-" I started to say before Grandpa stopped me and said, "I know, your teacher got worried so he came to see me and showed me the nasty note. Then Turner came and told me you left because you weren't feeling good."

"Does that mean I'm barred from going to the next game?" I asked as Grandpa shook his head and told me the skipping class rule doesn't apply to me, "I promise, it's a one-time thing."

"Oh really? So, you're not going to skip class even if Nathan asks you to?" Grandpa asked, making my eyes widen in shock, and before I could ask, he said, "I see the way he looks at you, and I admit, maybe my rule is a little harsh."

"It's not, I understand why," I responded as I mentioned, "He doesn't know about the note or the bullying. This is all recent."

"Well, you outta tell him, he was worried about you when he didn't see you in the bleachers," Grandpa said as I sighed and responded, "I know, I just- I don't know why I'm allowing their words to hurt me."

"Those words hurt me too, seeing those awful things said to part of my whole world, hit me in the core," Grandpa said as I went to sit on the sofa, "You know your daddy loved you so much, loved you to the point he thought of the world of you and ensured you'd be with me as well as protected."

"I know, and I appreciate him for that. The mom part though, struck a chord since it's true, she loves those things more than me," I mention as Grandpa shakes his head yes, "At least I have the best parental figure take her place, because it makes me miss her less."

"Now you're just pulling my leg," Grandpa says to try to make me laugh. I shout, "I'm not! I'm serious."

"I know, just wanted to see that smile of yours, which I hope you've been showing Nathan," Grandpa responds as I blush and say, "We just started recently talking on the phone, but you can say he has since I have a tiny crush on him."

"As much as I don't like the fact he broke my rule, I'm glad," Grandpa said as he smiled and mentioned, "He'll be excited to see you back in the bleachers."

-BASKETBALL GAME-

I sighed, trying to keep the butterflies at bay, before pushing open the door to the gym to enter the basketball game. I looked up at the scoreboard to see the Ravens are winning by 5, hopefully making Grandpa pleased.

"Hey Charlotte, glad to see you're feeling better," I hear Peyton say to me as I walk near the cheerleaders, causing me to turn my head and respond, "Thanks, Peyton."

Before I even passed by the cheerleaders fully, I heard from behind me, "You look like you need a good purging, why don't you go into the bathroom real quick?". Rachel, she's on the squad?? I decided to ignore her and keep walking, but she apparently didn't like that because the next thing that came out of her mouth was, "Hey fatty, did you hear what I said to you?"

"Rachel, stop," Brooke said, genuinely worried, "Don't you realize who you're speaking like that to?"

"Oh I don't care that her grandpa is some big-shot coach, doesn't excuse the fact she looks like that. Probably why her parents didn't want to be near her," Rachel responds with a smug look on her face.

Before I could turn around and call her out on her disgusting behavior, I heard Nathan shout, "That is enough!" causing the whole gymnasium to be quiet.

"Oh come on, you know it's true," Rachel says as if she believes Nathan is on her side and will get the others to join in.

"No, it is not. And you have no right to speak to her like that," Nathan responds as he inches forward, "Ever since you came to Tree Hill, you've been acting like a real bitch to Charlotte, who has never done anything to you. Despite what you've done to her, she remained silent because she knew what it would mean if she spoke up."

"It's not like I'm going to get in trouble for this," Rachel says as Turner speaks up, "Rachel, we know it was you who wrote that note to Charlotte, we'll be discussing your punishment."

When Rachel turns to look at me, she had pissed written all over her face. "You are so fake! People need to know the truth about the real you." Rachel shouts, looking desperate for attention to be on her.

"She's not fake," Nathan says as he moves to be closer to me, "She has a heart of gold, she's kind to everyone around her, she's so smart, she's funny when she thinks she isn't, and doesn't pay any notice if someone is admiring her from afar."

"Nathan, I-" I started to say, fear of my grandpa's rule creeping in when he said, "He gave me permission, it's okay." He took my hand in his and squeezed it in comfort before whispering, "Now, you have another person in your life to love."

I looked up into his eyes to see sincerity swimming in them before I pressed my lips against his and kissed him. I felt him wrapping his arms around my midsection and picking me up, causing everyone to cheer and hoot. Meanwhile, Rachel stormed off with a fuss, but no one was paying attention to her. I pull away before whispering against his lips, "Now go kick some ass, boyfriend."

"Not a problem, girlfriend," Nathan said as he put me down and I smiled as I watched him run back onto the court.

I looked over to see my grandpa smiling back at me and I gave him the thumbs up before going to my seat next to Haley.

-WHITEY'S THOUGHT-

"Camila and Dale, you would be really happy and proud of our girl. She's doing amazing and found herself the best boy I'd imagine she falls in love with and he treats her like she deserves to be treated. Keep watching over us and blessing us with what we need most.

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okay so this is the last one, I SWEAR, dancing in the courthouse with jason grace (i just need more fics with him).

lyrics:

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

I've been sleepin' so long in a twenty-year dark night

And now I see daylight, I only see daylight

i LOVE jason sm thank u for requesting him!!

jason grace x fem! reader

Jason never believed in love at first sight. He’d seen enough movies to set his standards to impossible levels. And he’d also seen his mom desperately hanging on that man she swore loved her yet couldn’t even stay around or remember her birthday. But even though he built barriers around himself, Jason Grace was also a romantic and dreamed about love and being seen.

He swore he forgot how to breathe when he ran into the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. You were walking out of the grocery store, bags in your arms and chatting with a couple of friends when Jason was about to go in, holding the door for you and your friends. Turning around, you met his eyes, thanking him. The blonde simply stood there, watching you disappear at the corner of the street.

For the next couple of days, fate seemed to be on Jason’s side. He seemed to find you everywhere he went. You ended up introducing yourself while your friends were ordering some drinks at a cafe nearby. Jason repeated your name out loud once but it was the only thing on his mind. The two of you made small talk until your friends dragged you away.

“See you later, Jason!” the way you said his name made his heart race. He’d expectantly wait for the next time he’d see you around town.

You and Jason ended up exchanging numbers after he’d sheepishly asked for it while your friends were giggling, shaking your shoulders when he left. Afterwards, you were the one asking him to hang out, his eager answer bringing a smile to your face.

Jason then learned that you were staying in California for the summer and that you were actually studying and living in Chicago. He also learned that your favorite color was orange, that you hated cucumbers but always had a sweet tooth. On the other hand, he told you about his childhood in Pasadena, his older sister and that he was studying at Caltech. The more time you spent with each other, the more you felt drawn to him.

You freaked Jason out. When he realized how easily he let down his guard around you, how easy it was to be with you and how he felt like he could tell you anything it was already too late. He fell hard. Every second spent with you felt like a breath of fresh air.

During the last few weeks of August, you dreaded the end of the summer, but most importantly, you dreaded leaving Jason behind. The idea of him being a simple summer fling felt so wrong. So when he asked you to meet him one evening because “he had something important to tell you”, you immediately agreed, stomach turning in anticipation.

The two of you ended up walking on the beach, watching the reflection of the moon on the waves. The conversation flowed easily, until it didn’t. You didn’t want to force the words you waited to hear out of Jason and he obviously seemed conflicted about how to voice his thoughts. Suddenly stopping, he turned to face you, grabbing your hands.

“I uh, I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a long time but I couldn’t find the right time to do so. I know now is not the best time anyway but… yeah.” he takes a breath and you squeeze his hand in reassurance.

“There’s no bad time with you J, don’t worry” you smile

He lets out a little laugh, not letting go of your hands.

“I like you, a lot. You’re probably the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I, I can’t see anyone else now that I saw you, heck I don’t even want to think of anything else now that I thought of you ! I know you’re leaving soon and I should’ve told you this earlier but… yeah” he lets out a shaky laugh, rubbing his neck.

You stare at him dumbfounded, completely taken aback by the sudden confession. Upon noticing your silence, Jason pulls back.

“It’s fine if you don’t uh, feel the same thing you know…I… Just needed to tell you before you left—“

He doesn’t even have time to finish his sentence when you’re pulling him into a hug. Your voice is muffled by his shirt.

“Of course I feel the same way! You haven’t left my mind since the day you opened that door for me.”

You can’t see Jason’s smile but you feel his arms tighten around you.

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December 23, 2022 – Central Park, New York

...

The snow was lightly falling on me, I was shivering and my hands were freezing, I was supposed to meet Amelia half an hour ago in central park, she wanted to tell me something but it seems I got stood up.

I was sitting on a bench, half of the bench was under a tree, I thanked myself internally for that.

Bitch

I was ready to get out of here, but I heard someone screaming and running towards me (trying to run)

"Sorry for the delay, something unexpected happened." She said breathlessly, it looks like she ran a marathon, but it's just a sedentary lifestyle.

Speak of the devil.

"Where were you? Do you know what time it is? You told us to meet at 3pm, it's almost 4pm, I was freezing here for almost an hour." I exclaimed

"Sorry, let's get out of here, I'll buy you a coffee." She smiled brightly.

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We walked to a nearby cafe, and as we walked, Amelia watched me intently with her doe-black eyes. She wanted to ask me something, but was holding back from doing it right then and there.

As soon as we entered the cafe, the warm air welcomed me, I smiled slightly, we sat on a bench next to the window, facing each other. As soon as I opened my mouth to speak, she cut me off.

"Why did you never tell me that you knew the members of Tokio Hotel? Or rather, dated one of them?" She exclaimed, she leaned on the table and got close to my face.

I didn't know how to respond, it was a very sensitive subject. I still loved him too much.

It was hard for me, even after the fourteen years we've been apart, the four years we were together were amazing , but we were only sixteen, we were silly.

"I… is this relevant?" I sighed, I knew this information was important for her life, because she had - has - a huge crush on one of the members, Georg Listing.

"Of course, it's okay that at that time we still didn't know each other, but you should have mentioned something as important as that." She leaned back in her seat calming down.

I would have to talk, or she wouldn't leave me alone even when I died, we ordered a coffee and until it arrived I explained everything, obviously not everything, I would collapse right there.

We stayed there for hours and hours, the subject about Tokio Hotel diminished, but we still talked about it.

The time to leave arrived, Amelia and I said goodbye, each going to a corner.

It was night, the snow had stopped falling, people were coming and going with big bags, getting ready for Christmas. I was walking aimlessly, I didn't want to go back home.

Sometimes I caught myself thinking about him, how happy he with her.

Could it be that in another universe... are we still together?

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i never requested before but i was wondering if you could do a yandere percy jackson and annabeth (together not separate) and if they caught y/n escaping and how they would react afterwards??

You tried to blend into crowds.

You stayed out of wilderness and definitely away from water; you kept to the city, and you kept to the crowds. Each time you had to wait amid a cluster of other people to cross a street, your heart pounded, but you tried to act natural; visible signs of nervousness would make it easier for them to spot you, and they were certainly already looking.

You crossed the street. You crossed another street. You tried to look like someone who had a place to go, not someone taking turns at random. You tried to look like a real part of each group you walked with, not a shifty tag-along.

Then, suddenly, Annabeth was in front of you, appearing out of thin air as she took off her Yankees cap.

"Gotcha!" she said triumphantly. "There's our mortal. You did surprisingly well, but that little almost-double-back you did three blocks ago drew my eye." She looked up at the sky and did some kind of hand signal- probably to Blackjack. Then her clever eyes met your doleful gaze, and she laughed. "Oh, don't give me that look. Did you actually think you were getting away? Did you think you would elude both of us?"

On cue, Percy landed on an outdoor cafe table a few feet away, overturning it and startling several nearby diners. (Annabeth manipulated the Mist on them while Percy righted the table and trotted over to both of you.)

"There you are," he said, an unintentionally eerie smile forming on his face. Annabeth's scariest look was, no question, her look of intense determination. The look she got when she was focusing hard on something, piecing together a strategy. For Percy, his scariest look...well, his intense determination was pretty spooky, too, but the most chilling thing was often his smile. After all, he'd been fighting monsters for enough of his life that his smile of victory and glee was just as suited to taking a life as it was to finding the person he was looking for. "Thought we'd have to report you missing, this time: Just let some Hermes kids loose on the town and buy pizza for whoever finds you first."

"I win," Annabeth goaded him cheerily. "Again."

"It's just three to two," Percy protested.

"Four to two."

"Who's counting?" His eyes met yours again, and you felt the usual somersaulting of the stomach, as if a great sea wave had taken you off your feet and you were wholly subject to its push and pull. But you managed, with difficulty, to hold his gaze and not entirely lose your breath. "Ready to come home now?" he asked. "Or do you want to pick up some lunch, on the way?"

Crossing your arms, you replied, "I can't get a few days of freedom, before you lock me back in?"

"You had a great few minutes," Annabeth said. "Which would already be too long, if one of our many enemies decided to use you to take their revenge on us. I told you about how I lost Percy to Hera's plotting. We're not going to let the same thing happen to you."

They started walking you back in the direction of home.

You continued to pester them. "If a goddess wants to kidnap me, does it make a difference whether or not I'm with you?"

Percy smirked. "Uh, yeah. It does."

"I'm offended by the question," Annabeth said, with a frown.

"You're saying if I'm with you and a goddess wants to kidnap me, you can fight a goddess?"

"We're saying," Annabeth replied, "if you're with us and a goddess wants to kidnap you, we won't have to fight a goddess. The confrontation wouldn't happen in the first place."

She was making it sound like the gods were scared of them or something. "You're not...stronger than the gods...are you?"

"No," they both said at the same time, as promptly as if they'd rehearsed it.

"Of course not," Annabeth said. "Why would you even say that?"

"No, we're not stronger than any gods," Percy agreed. Neither one of them sounded quite convincing. It just sounded like they were being polite. Like, What, me? No, I couldn't possibly... "But," he continued, with a noticeable edge, "they're not gonna want to fight us. At all."

"If a fight can be avoided, we'd all like to avoid it," Annabeth said. Her words seemed to be chosen with the intent of mitigating the implication that the gods would not win a fight between themselves and the combined power of Percy and Annabeth, but her tone was hard and pointed, undermining the equanimity in her phrasing. "The gods are smart. They won't make a problem for themselves unnecessarily." With that veiled threat to the Olympic pantheon dispensed, she then sent you a wry smile and said, "So. Lunch or no lunch? If you're feeling that cooped up, we can always dine out. How about we take you on a date away from home once a month, and let you stretch your legs?"

You nodded grumpily. "That sounds better."

"Great! Now, don't try to slip out on us again, or we'll have to cancel. Got it?"

You nodded again. She wrapped a well-muscled arm around her shoulder and kissed your cheek.

"You got off easy," Percy whispered in your ear. "When I disappeared on her, she judo-flipped me." With a fond chortle, he slipped his hand into yours and asked both of you, "How about tacos?"

The weirdest part about being kidnapped by two young demigods who frightened the gods themselves– you thought, as you ordered tacos with your girlfriend and boyfriend –was pretending that you weren't.

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Lance Stroll (Aston Martin) - Stay Away Part 4

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Lance sat in the race briefing, thinking about Y/n and George. They looked quite happy and it bothered Lance a bit. He couldn't focus at all, all this over Lando's sister. He couldn't comprehend how the two could be related. One was so nice to him, the other barely spoke to him. These thoughts continued up until the start of the race. Lance stood preparing, still understanding what was happening. "Hey Lance." Lance groaned and continued putting on his helmet as he heard th e annoying British voice. As Lando approached, he knew Lance wasn't going to talk so why not provoke him? "What's the matter?" Lando asked, knowing fully well what was happening. "Can you just leave me please? I have to get ready for the race." Lando laughed and got a bit closer to Lance. "I see you came to your senses that you weren't good enough for her then." Lance looked between his Aston Martin and Lando's McLaren right behind. "As if, look who's qualified ahead." Lando grumbled in response. He didn't like seeing Lance's racing green Aston Martin right ahead of his papaya orange McLaren. "Won't last long, don't get points for qualifying." Lando smirked. "With the mood I'm in you'll be lucky if you even get points." Lando clenched his jaw tight and walked off, prepared himself. He was going to out race Lance, no matter what it took.

"Fuck!" Lance screamed as he turned his radio off. He swore and hit the steering wheel before he removed it and hopped out. He was doing well up until turn 1,he managed to gain two positions but then a Mercedes hit him from behind. He didn't speak in the medical car and he barely spoke in the medical centre as they ran their mandatory checks. His head was checked as well as the rest of his body but main priority was his head and neck. He was cleared and so he stood up and walked out the door to the medical centre. He looked in front of him to see the familiar face of Y/n sitting right outside. "Oh thank god you're okay." Y/n said as she took notice of the door opening.

"What are you doing here?" Lance asked as Y/n stood up. "Making sure you were okay. Lando isn't here to stop me now so I can do what I want really." She pulled him into a hug, before he slowly wrapped his arms around her to return the hug. Lance's lips curled into a light-hearted smile before the pair walked off together. "It's nice outside, isn't it?" Y/n asked. Lance looked up at the sky and saw that there were no clouds at all. "Yeah, looks nice." He replied. She looked over at Lance and knew he was still bummed out about being crashed out in turn 1,which is completely understandable. She just wanted to get his mind off it for a bit. They were silent for a while, Lance spoke up first.

"You aren't going to ask about what happened?" Y/n shook her head. "Nope. One thing you don't ask a driver is about their race if they dnf. Lando told me that." So Lando can be right sometimes Lance thought. "He's right to be honest. No one likes being asked about bad things." She continued to walk with him as they walked out into the paddock, the sky sports cameras following them both. Lance tended to his media duties while Y/n sat watching Lando racing.

Lance stood at the McLaren hospitality, wondering whether ror not he should aks someone to go get Y/n but thankfully, she already saw him. "Finished now?" Lance nodded. "Let's go get some food or something then. Don't really want to stay here." Lance and Y/n spoke about anything and everything on the way to a small cafe just in the small town nearby the track. They sat down, yet again talking about anything and everything. Y/n's phone rang, Lanods name popping up. "Give me one second." She told Lance. "Yeah? What's up?" she asked Lando. "Why aren't you here?" Lando asked. "I'm not in the mood to get sprayed by champagne, Lando. I'm in tb e mood for a coffee." She said. "So you're not coming to my podium?" Lando asked through the phone. Y/n looked back to Lance and smiled. "No, too busy at the moment Lando."

"Too busy for your own brother?" he asked jokingly. "Yeah, too busy." Lando was quiet for a minute. He was thinking. "Who are you with?"

"Guess."

"Charlotte said she saw you walk out the paddock with Lance, it better not be true. I'll disown you."

"Disown me then. Y/n Stroll sounds better anyway." Y/n replied cheekily, driving Lando absolutely insane. "Don't you dare hang up! Get back for my podium!" He demanded. "Sorry Lando!" and with that, Y/n hung up and put her phone away. She looked over to Lance and saw him smirking at her. "What?" she asked. "Y/n Stroll does have a nice ring to it." Lance chuckled as he swirled the teaspoon around the cup of coffee. "Yeah well, I-"

"Not your name yet." Lance joked, sipping on his drink. "Yeah, yet. Still got some time to go until then, ey Lancelot?" Lance took her hand into his from across the table. "Lots of time. Can't wait to spend it with you."

"So, how are we feeling then?" Lance asked Y/n as they lay in bed together. "I like the name a lot." She giggled as Lance lifted her hand up and stretching her finngers out to show off her ring. "I like the name too. It suits you." Y/n smiled and cuddled into Lance. "Much better than Norris." Lance kissed her hair and agreed. "Y/n Stroll,

My wife."

[boiohboii]

The Tattoo Sleeve (Neymar jr soulmate au)

Warning: curse words.

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Neymar watched Y/n as she got her lunch out of her bag, it was mashed potatoes with mixed in veggies (looked like sweet pepper and onions) and chicken alongside some fruits and of course her coffee. In the past few days he had been looking over her- although, stalking is a more accurate word- he realised that she drinks an unholy amount of coffee, he watched her pour in two packets of instant coffee in one mug, that was not healthy! She's a doctor, she should know that!

He wasn't quite sure why he kept coming back to the same street of the clinic. The first time he went looking for her there, where he saw the most hilarious situation and she went through the most embarrassing situation, he stayed at a cafe nearby to clear his head from their conversation when he realised that it was midnight and she was still at work. When he finally saw her entering a car along with Doctor Monet the feeling of relief washed over him, at least she wasn't leaving at 1:30 am alone.

At that day, when he want back to his apartment at 2 am, he decided that he wasn't going to be thinking about anything related to his soulmate, he just stayed this one time to check on her and she has her boss to drive her home. There was absolutely no need for him to be worried, he doesn't even want to get to know her so why was he sitting here on a Friday afternoon looking at his soulmate from afar like a goddamn creep?

"This is stupid" Neymar mumbled as he stood up, reaching for his back pocket to get his wallet, leaving his total at the table along with a tip. Anyone passing by could tell that the man in blue puffer jacket and black jeans was in a hurry to leave, his quick movement and the screeching sound of the chair on the cobblestone floor made it clear.

"Oh, fuck off."

Neymar realised that maybe, just maybe, if he had stayed where he was that wouldn't have happened. His chair wouldn't alert everyone with a mile radius of his presence. His chair wouldn't have alerted his soulmate that he was this close to her. However, judging by the whispers that broke out, his soulmate being alerted wasn't the only issue at hand.

"Holy shit, that is Neymar Junior!"

"Do you think I can ask for a picture?"

"He is so much more handsome in real life."

Sighing, Neymar decided to smile at everyone within his sight. His smile made fans approach him, and he was fine with that, whenever he went out he was always ready to meet someone, to take a photo with someone he never saw before, he knew it was always a possibility. It annoys him sometimes, but he tries not to show it too much, he also tries to get the point across that not at anytime anyone can expect a photo with him or a signature from him.

After a few minutes, he had taken 4 photos and signed 3 shirts along with making small talk with everyone around. Now that everyone had been back in their seat, and it looked like everything was normal, Neymar looked to his right, seeing Y/n still there on her phone, not paying him any attention.

Frowning, Neymar started walking towards her without realising. He wasn't ready to have a soulmate, at least that's what he told himself, but he also wanted to know her, he wanted to see her smile, he wanted to hold her in his arms and hear her laugh. It was messing with him, he couldn't sort out his feeling, he couldn't stop and think about what he truly wanted and his actions showed it.

"Ummm, hello?" Y/n questioned as she looked up from her phone.

"Can we talk?"

"Didn't we do that already," y/n raised her eyebrows as she started recalling the conversation they had last week. "You said you didn't want to be with your soulmate, which is me, so I have no idea what you want from me right now."

"To be honest, I don't either."

There was a bitter taste on his tongue as he admitted that, he was confused and unsure of what he was doing or where anything that is currently happening would lead him, but he wanted to be there right now. That's all he knew, he wanted to be beside her and talk to her even if he didn't want a soulmate.

"Okay, listen," Y/n started "I don't know what you want, hell even you don't know what you want. So please, I am begging you do not come here and expect me to treat you all nice!"

"I thought you wanted to be with me."

"What?" Y/n asked, she hoped to anyone that would listen that her thoughts are wrong, she is just seeing the worst in him.

"Last time you said you want to be with your soulmate."

"Yeah, and that soulmate doesn't want me. You told me that! You made it clear!"

"It's just, right now I feel like I want to be with you and it's confusing me too!"

"Right now," Y/n blinked, "right now? What! Do you expect me to welcome you whenever you feel like it? What about my feelings!

Please, I am begging you, sort out your feelings and then we can talk"

Hearing the crack in her voice, Neymar felt ashamed. She was right, he couldn't just expect her to be okay with his every whim. He knows better than to do that, than to act as if he is the only person that's life will be affected by a soulmate in it.

"Hey man." Neymar greeted as he buckled his seatbelt. "Can I come over, I really messed up."

!ENEWS!

Breaking news: Neymar Jr's new girl?

Yesterday, around 5pm, the famous football player was seen with a new girl, it seemed like they were arguing according to our source. Could it be that the Brazilian player had someone this whole time? Or could there be a new love story that's about to happen?

I'm finally done with my finals!! I hope you liked it, would love to know what you all think!

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PARK SUNGHOON X MALE READER

Warnings : Cheating (from Y/N and Sunghoon's ex), angst to fluff, happy ending

Y/N didn't believe his relationship with Yeonjun was perfect. No one's was. But he trusted Yeonjun with his heart. Unfortunately, the elder couldn't see Y/N's love for him. And eventually, this ended their relationship.

"Jun hyung?" Y/N called. He walked through his apartment. Yeonjun had moved in two years ago, in their third anniversary. He walked into the bedroom, and his heart stopped. Then it began jackhammering in his chest. "H-hyung?"

"Y/N!" Yeonjun quickly got of the chick, throwing his clothes on. "I- I wasn't expecting you to come so early."

"I should have known." Y/N said bitterly. "I should have known I wasn't enough. Known I didn't deserve your love."

It didn't hurt so much in his head, but now the word she'd uttered sliced through Y/N's already shattered heart.

"I gave you my heart but you threw it on hard concrete." Y/N said venomously. "I'm going out. I expect you to be gone when I come back. I'll send your stuff to your parents soon."

That was how the relationship ended. But something stuck in Y/N's head. The image of Yeonjun, going down on Y/N's friend, Sunghoon's, girlfriend.

"Hi, Sunghoon." Y/N said. "Can you come over, I think we need to discuss something."

"Ok." Sunghoon said. "Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah."

Sunghoon turned up ten minutes later at the cafe, and Y/N sat him down.

"You aren't going to believe what I saw." He said. Sunghoon looked at him in confusion. "Hoon, this will end your relationship as it ended mine."

He could feel a lump in his throat, making it hard to speak.

"I saw-" He paused to recollect himself. "I saw Yeonjun and Haewon doing it in my house."

"What?"

"I saw it. And he wasn't even sorry, that asshole." Y/N cursed. "He just stood there eblankly until- until I told him to get out."

"And Haewon?" Sunghoon asked with a shaky voice.

"She fled before I could take a proper look at her." Y/N said.

"Can I stay with you?" Sunfhoon asked. "She owns our shared house."

"Yeah of course." Y/N said. "As long as those fuckers don't come near us, I'm fine to do anything."

3 weeks on and the heartbreak was still there, but less.

2 months on, they were both almost over it.

6 months on, they became best friends, and cheered each other on.

1 year later, Y/N fell. Fell off the boy who's ex ruined his relationship. He was perfect. And Sunghoon fell at the 1.5 year mark. But both were too scared to confess.

Finally, Y/N decided to make a move. But as he rounded the corner to their apartment, he saw a sight he hoped not to see. A girl, confessing herove to Sunghoon. Sure he was going to accept, he walked away, but not before Sunghoon saw him.

"I'm sorry, Miss, but I don't have any feelings for you." He said politely. "Good luck."

He found Y/N inside the house, mumbling to himself still in work clothes.

"And then? He was going to accept and we would have an actual perfect relationship."

"If it helps, I love you." Sunfhoon said, making Y/N jump.

"O-Oh. You're back?"

"I saw you." Sunghoon said. "I rejected her."

"Why?"

"Because I only want you."

And the rest is up to you to imagine

Nah. You think I like cliff hangers?

In the end, Sunghoon made Y/N believe in the perfect relationship. Sunghoon gave him the perfect relationship. Relationships don't come without hardships, but the couple worked through it. They stayed together through thick and thin, eventually adopting twin boys from the orphanage nearby.

Masterlist

Likes, reblogs, and feedback appreciated!

[joi-me-hoi-me-noi]

JJK x UNKNOWINGLYCursed!Reader

A/n: something I wrote on the side, but I hope you enjoy it.

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Every day was a normal day for you. Wake up, go to school, come home, talk to your therapist, sleep and repeat.

"I keep thinking my name is being called by my mom. She tells me that it's just my imagination but it's getting clearer and clearer every time. I feel like something is wrong."

Your therapist, Margaret clicks her pen and places her notebook down. Her eyes scan your face and then she smiles softly, her hand placed on yours.

"Y/n, it's normal for this to happen. Your anxiety is just making you think that it's real. I suggest yoga or even taking a walk to simply clear your mind. Would you like to do that now?"

You simply nod, standing from the soft beanbag you got to sit on. You lean down to grab your bag and adjust it on your shoulder. You open the door to exit her office and look back at her.

"Thank you for listening to me rant about this stuff. I really appreciate it."

Margaret nods. You gently close the door behind you. Soon you exit the building and start walking around an area that could lead you back to your home.

BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

Your phone vibrates in your jean pocket. You pull it out and view the message from your mom.

'Are you done with Margaret?'

Quickly tapping on the screen, you send a message to your mother. You also include how you're taking a walk like she told you to do. You put your phone in your pocket and pull-out ear buds from your bag. You press play on a random playlist and start your pace down the block.

-A Few Minutes Later-

You stop on the bridge, taking a sip of your iced drink from the nearby cafe you stopped by earlier.

y/n...

Your head shifts to the right. You take the ear bud out your ear and take another sip of your drink. After you hear nothing, you place it back in your ear and turn up the volume.

"It's just your anxiety, Y/n. It's fine."

"Y/N!"

Your drink spills on the bridge as your hands go over your ears. The sound was ringing in your ears as you drop to your knees. Your hands squeeze closed and soon the painful sound stopped. Your eyes open and you're in a completely different world.

"What in the actual fuck."

It's similar to where you originally were but it was destroyed. The sky was red, it was uncomfortable.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

Your head turns sharply toward the voice. A man with black hair was leaning against the bridge, black eyes shimmering with curiosity and some other emotion you couldn't register.

"Who are you?"

A hand presses on your shoulder. You immediately move from the feeling. A similar-looking woman stands behind you, simply smiling at you with ruby lips.

"'Who are we' is what you meant to say."

With dripping eyes, you place your head on the ground and repeatedly say 'it's just your anxiety'. Suddenly, you're pulled up from the ground by the woman and then slapped across the face. You fall to the ground and look at her above you. She's scowling.

Slowly, she crouches down in front of you as you turn your head in another direction, holding your cheek.

"You have a lot of nerve." Her hand grips your strands of hair and pulls harshly on your scalp.

You're forced to look into her eyes. Her eyes are a dull black filled with nothingness. Your hand tightly holds her wrist, trying to loosen her hold on your hair. She turns your head and body to face the man, looking at the dark red and black orb in the red sky.

"To answer your question, I'm Kuon Bankai and she's Kuon Satsui. Now answer mine."

His eyes stay on me but his finger points to the orb in the sky.

"Do you think it's-"

Both of their heads turn to the other side of the bridge. They look at you then cover your eyes with one of their hands. You uncover your eyes, and everything is back to normal. You rise to your feet and pick up the knocked over drink.

"Was that a dream or something?"

You rub your eyes and throw out the empty plastic cup. Looking over your shoulder, you see a blonde man in a suit staring at you. You look behind you quickly and then stare back at him.

Something's off with this guy...

You watch as he gets up and starts to come toward you. You turn and start to speedwalk through the crowd of people. You look behind you and he's still there.

What is up with this guy?

You spot a dark alleyway and walk into it.

This man won't follow me into the alley...hopefully

You take a couple of steps forward and then look behind you again. He's right at the entrance of the alleyway.

"Hey man! Don't come any closer!"

You look around the ground and nearby trash for a weapon as he approaches. He was getting closer. You continue to back until you find a rusty pipe on the ground. You hold the found weapon out toward the man in a threatening manner. The man stops, looks at you and then looks behind you. Before you even get to turn around, a bag is thrown over your head and you're detained by various hands as you are hit in the side of the head with your own weapon.

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A/n: If you want, I'll post a little sheet of what the two curses look like. I might do a poll about it. But, thanks for reading this. I hope I'll turn it into a series.

[tyfinn]

Some (more than) Seven Sentences Sunday/Fuck it Friday/WIP Wednesday

Thanks for tagging me @stereopticons @a-noble-dragon @chelle-68 @ramonaflow

A couple of weeks ago I started thinking about the conclusion to my Unbroken series, Legacy. It had been awhile, so I am really excited to get back into my little universe, even if not that many people will read it. I've got the rough outline in my head, just need some time to actually write!

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Although she did not tell David that day, there was another reason why Ari wanted to stay in Schitt’s Creek for the summer. 

And his name was Steven Schitt. 

Steven was the son of RJ Schitt, grandson of Roland Schitt.

Ari and Steven essentially grew up together. Steven was one year older than Ari. Every time Maddy, Mike, and the kids would come to visit David and Patrick, Steven would be nearby. 

Steven started working at the motel around the same time Ari started helping out at the store. When Stevie decided to cut her workload in half, RJ took her place at the flagship Rosebud, and so Steven essentially grew up at the motel. He was thrilled when Ari told him she would be staying the summer in Schitt's Creek. 

It was four years ago when they discovered they were both named after Stevie. After Roland Senior retired, Stevie kind of took RJ under her wing. There was something about RJ that brought out a different side in Stevie. David used to tease her that she did have a maternal instinct hidden beneath her flannel, to which she would punch him in his arm and tell him to fuck off. 

Whatever it was, RJ loved spending time with her, and learned all he could from her. After he graduated with a business certificate from Elmdale College, it was decided he would manage the Flagship motel. Like his parents, he married his high school sweetheart, and two years later, she gave birth to their son. 

Steven Roland Schitt was named after Stevie and his grandfather. Ari shared how she, too, was named after Stevie and her grandmother. And although Stevie never had children of her own, she became a surrogate grandmother to both Arielle and Steven.  

That summer Ari and Steven had lunch together almost every day. Patrick was the first one to figure out what was happening. He saw them sitting in a booth when he stopped in to get himself and David their afternoon drinks and snacks. 

David was reorganizing the window display when he heard the bell ring. He looked up and saw Patrick smiling his upside down smile.

"Okay - spill it. Why does your face look like that?"

"That's just my face, David. The same face you've seen almost every day for the last-"

"If you really love me, you will not say how long it's been, Patrick!"

"Okay, David. Want your coffee? And would you like to know who I saw at the cafe having lunch with our granddaughter?" 

"Well, if I had to guess I would say the same person who has had many lunches with our granddaughter. Steven, right? So what?"

"They were holding hands, David. I think they are more than just friends." 

Open tag for anyone who would like to share today!

[evereinefaust]

𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟏 ✾ 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲

It's been a while since she felt she had a true vacation. Ever since her second year of high school ended, she applied for two jobs to sustain her daily needs. The female doesn't have many friends, and the close friend she has was out on a family vacation. She knew that it was inevitable that they would spend their breaks separately. Her friend's family even offered to join them on their out-of-town vacation, but she declined. [Name] knew better than to come with her friend's family bonding. It is her friend's family vacation, meaning that she isn't a part of that family. She could still remember how her friend's mother insisted she come along, only for her to stubbornly decline.

"[Nickname], why don't you join us? Your parents are working abroad and you don't have anyone with you at home."

"It's fine, Aunty. I'll be fine at home. I don't want to impede your family vacation, after all. Besides, I can take care of myself," the young female assured the adult, flashing her a sweet smile.

"You could never be a disturbance to us, honey. You're like our own daughter," she told her, taking the girl's dominant hand and caressing it gently.

"Thanks, Aunty. But I really can't," [Name] placed her other hand on top of the older woman. She gave her an apologetic smile afterward.

The older woman sighed. She knew that once the teenager made up her mind, no one can change it.​ "If you say so, [Name]. But please remember to stay safe, honey. Call us if there's something up."

"I will."

With that said, [Name] escorted her friend's mother to the front door. Once she opened the wooden door, she saw her friend and his father waiting outside her home. Their car was parked in front while the two males were patiently waiting, well, maybe only the adult. The young girl waved at them. Her uncle waved back, but the son has his arms crossed and his foot stomping on the ground impatiently. [Name] giggled as the two females walked towards the gate.

"Hey," she greeted the boy.

Instead of returning the greeting, he just huffed and avoided her gaze. His cheeks were tinted pink and his lips pursed tightly. There was a moment of silence before he spoke.

"Why won't you come with us?" He pouted, cheeks flushing slightly. "N-not like I wanted you to come! Mom just won't stop pestering me if you weren't with us!"

[Name] chuckled, fully aware of how her friend acted around others. She finds it cute, actually. It's like he is passive-aggressive, but she knew he was not like that. Flashing him an apologetic smile, the shorter female placed her hand on his cheeks, rubbing them gently. The ginger was surprised that he instantly looked into her [e/c] eyes. He felt the warmth of her palms on his skin, and unconsciously, he leaned towards her touch. He didn't want to admit it himself, but he desperately wanted her to join in.

"I'm terribly sorry..." She said softly, trying to not make him mad, even though she knew he wouldn't be. "I really can't."

An airy sigh escaped the girl's lips, and her gaze averted toward the scenery outside the cafe. The white and fluffy clouds were floating across the cerulean sky, cherry blossom petals were falling from their branches, and family and friends were bonding at a park nearby. It's already 8 a.m. and [Name] was glad that she doesn't have any job to attend to today. But more importantly, her third year of high school will start tomorrow. Just the thought of it makes her a bit excited—yet nervous.

〝I can't wait to see him tomorrow.〞

A small smile etched unto the girl's pink lips upon remembering her ginger friend. Taking one last sip of her favorite beverage, [Name] fixed her things and exited the cafe. The girl took out her phone from her sling bag, opened the notepad app, and read the tasks inside.

Fun things to do today:

Ride the fastest roller coaster at the amusement park

Eat [favorite flavor] ice-cream

Go back-to-school supply shopping

Buy a welcome-back gift for him

Borrow [favorite book] from the library

Plan five different hairstyles for tomorrow

Play [favorite game]

Watch [favorite anime]

After reading the whole list, the [h/c]-haired girl proceeded to the bus station. Fortunately for her, she arrived at the station moments before the bus did. [Name] entered the bus, tapped the IC card against the sensor, and sat on a single seat next to the windows. She adjusted her headphones with her favorite song playing, leaning on the window to stare at the bustling town outside. The [h/c]-haired female closed her eyes, listening to her music while she rested on the journey.

Upon arriving at her destination, the female hopped off the public transportation and made her way toward the entrance of the amusement park. The large arc was in the shape of the sun's rays, its colors were a gradient of pale orange and warm yellow. The combination was not too bright nor overpowering but gives off a relaxing and welcoming sensation. There was a row of Japanese crape myrtle on each side of the arc entrance with several small bushes of assorted flowers. The trees were already past their blooming season, and what remains were the luscious green leaves. Yet despite the absence of its delicate, silver flowers, [Name] still found the crape myrtles beautiful.

Averting her gaze from the foliage, her eyes then landed on the large sign etched onto the sun arc, each letter was simple yet still held a cool font style. Underneath it was the theme park's catchphrase, the one she'd known when she was still a mere child.

Her eyes scanned the vicinity of the place as she proceeded on. Surprisingly, a few people were visiting the park. Though, it's reasonable, since tomorrow is the start of another school year; most parents want to prepare their children for it. Besides, they had enough time to fully enjoy a vacation. Nevertheless, it didn't stop a certain third year from entering the said amusement park. Upon paying the required fee, [Name] stared in awe at the booths and rides all around her.

"It's been a while since I've come to this place..." She mumbled to herself, getting lost in the memories of her past.

A young [Name] ran towards the theme park. It was a bright summer. A lot of families were entering Summerfield with their hyperactive children. The child halted a few feet away from her parents, turning around to wave both of her arms high in the air.

"Mommy! Daddy! Hurry, hurry!" She made gestures to exaggerate her point.

Both adults smiled. [M/n] gently urged an older boy beside her to accompany the girl. He obliged and went towards [Name]. The child instantly clings to the older boy's arms once he's at arm's reach, rubbing her face on him. The boy chuckled, patting her [h/c] locks. After a few minutes, [Name] stopped and once again faced the direction of her parents. Instead this time, her attention was on the other family next to them.

"Hurry, hurry!" She said again, making a 'come here' motion.

The mother then turned her attention toward the boy hiding behind her. She smiled down at her son, encouraging him to go towards the two. However, the ginger only shook his head violently.

"There's no need to be afraid, dear. Look, big sis and big bro are waiting for you," the female knelt in front of her son, pointing at the children in the distance as she tried to convince the boy.

Slowly, the child took a peek from behind his mother's back. Surely, the two children were patiently waiting for him to come along. The girl, seeing him, extends her arms toward him, while the boy just simply waves.

​​​​​​"[Name]-neechan..." The boy mumbled.

Cautiously, the boy took small steps toward the duo. His mother smiled as she watched her son make his way to them. Once the ginger approached the two, he welcomed himself into the girl's waiting arms. [Name] giggled, wrapping her arms around his small frame and rubbing his back lovingly.

"There, there. There's no need to be scared. You've got us!" She beamed at him.

The boy glanced up and his orange eyes met with her shining [e/c] ones. He found himself smiling despite the fear bubbling inside him.

"Okay!"

[Name] didn't realize that her feet already led her to her desired ride in the park. She halted and stared at the huge structure in front of her eyes. The line for this ride wasn't long, yet it will still make her wait for at least five minutes before it was her turn. A grin emerged from her lips as she skipped her way toward Summertime Swift, the fastest-known roller coaster at this park.

The young female arrived at the end of the line, waiting for the next batch of riders to have their turn. While waiting, the girl felt a slight vibration in her left pocket. Noticing that it was a notification, she fished out her phone from her pants and opened the messages app upon seeing a new message. Her eyes softened as she read the message coming from a certain male.

After her last message, the [h/c]-haired girl returned her phone safely inside the bag. Fortunately for her, it was already her turn after the text exchange. Excitedly, [Name] went up the steps, took off her bag, and placed it in a safe designated box located at the entrance of the ride. She hopped inside on the front cart, seating herself next to a young man with curly silver hair sporting black-framed glasses. Judging from his young face and slender body, the girl concluded that he must be in his late teens or early twenties.

Noticing a presence beside him, the silverette glanced at the [h/c]-haired teen. His turquoise orbs were stoic and his lips were shut in a thin line. Feeling awkward with his attention, [Name] flashes him a small smile and a wave of her hand. The male reciprocated the act with a smile and nod of his head, before facing forward.

〝I thought that he was going to ignore me. Thank goodness he didn't. That would've probably made things awkward.〞

The young female let out a quiet sigh as she waited for the remaining carts to be filled with people. After a few minutes, the crew pulled down the lap bars and locked them in place. [Name] felt excitement coursing throughout her body as the train slowly made its advance along the tracks. Her hands gripped the metal as the wind blew past her face, making her [h/c] tresses sway everywhere.

As the cart slowly climbed up the hill and approached the first drop, the young female's heart was beating uncontrollably against her chest. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, a clear sign of fear with a tinge of incitement. Without any moment's notice, the train finally dropped down from its first thrill element.

"Ahhh!"

After the thrilling and fast roller coaster ride, the young teenager left Summertime Swift. A smile was etched on her face as she strolled around the park. Taking out her phone to check the time, it was already 11 o'clock. She opened her notepad and checked the first task on her checklist.

​Deciding that she should eat lunch before finishing off the second task on her list, the girl proceeded to a food court nearby. She scanned each restaurant and store in the place, each with its theme and set of dishes. [Name] gulped, feeling her stomach growl in hunger and awaiting the pleasure of chowing down delicious meals for the day.

"Do I even have enough money for this?" The girl muttered to herself, bringing out her wallet to check her bills. Seeing that she had enough to afford a fancy meal, the teen proceeded to a seafood restaurant. "It won't hurt to finally treat myself for a change, wouldn't it?"

With that said, [Name] waited in line for her orders. The service was fast and the line wasn't long so the young teen was able to have her meals in less than 10 minutes. After getting her desired food, she sat at a nearby vacant table. Without any moment's hesitation, the female finally devoured to her heart's content.

After finishing her meal, [Name] proceeded to finish off her second task and treat herself to a dessert. She left the food court and took a stroll on the other side of the park. She observed all of the different stalls, stores, and game booths lined in a row, and her [e/c] eyes caught the sight of a certain store just next to the ice cream parlor.

〝Great! I can finally tick off two tasks instantly.〞

A smile graced her lips as she made her way toward the gift shop. She entered the shop and the bells chimed when she opened the door. The woman at the counter gave her a sweet smile.

"Take your time to choose what you want, dear. We have a plethora of items here; scarfs, keychains, notebooks, plushies, pillows, and plenty more."

Just like the woman said, the young teen roamed around the small store to look for a suitable welcome-home gift for her friend. She knew that he likes cute stuff, but never once admitted it. She knew almost all of his favorites, even his favorite color—Salmon pink, and his favorite pet which is a cat. [Name] inwardly giggled to herself as she recalled how often she would tease the ginger boy by calling him kitten or Koneko.

One item caught her eye and she went closer to the shelves. She picked up a polka-dotted, salmon-pink scarf. Her fingers felt the softness of the fabric and she even put it on her nose to smell the scarf. As expected, it smelled like a newly bought item from the store. [Name] looked around for one more item to give, fortunately for her, it didn't take much to pick another item from the shop. In her left hand was the scarf while she held a cute cat phone charm in her right.

Deciding that these gifts would suffice, she went to the counter to pay for her items. The employee placed the items in each separate box and even wrapped them with a gift wrapper. This is a gift shop, after all. After paying for her things, the teenager bid goodbye to the adult and exited the premises. Without wasting another minute, she proceeded to the parlor next door.

Just like the other booths and establishments, this one was decorated with the overall summer color of yellow and orange. The wall paint was a vertical stripe of yellow and white, and the plaque above the parlor was in orange font with an ice cream cone design beside it. The place was open, with archways instead of doors and several tables outside to give off a relaxed feeling. And of course, the park has no absence of plants and trees.

[Name] entered the seemingly vacant establishment and took the time to observe the decorations inside. As expected, the wallpaper was of the beach, water, sun, and other summer-related themes. The man working at the counter saw her approaching and flashed her a bright smile. 

"Welcome to our humble store! What ice cream do you want, young miss?"

The girl replied with a smile. "I would like a [favorite flavor] one, please."

"Sure thing. I'll get it done in a jiffy!"

[Name] returned home exhausted from her small escapade. She brought the gifts and some other souvenirs she won from the game booths. Once she entered her room, she placed the paper bag on her study desk and sat on the chair. She took out all of the items inside and fixed her stuff. She first put aside the two gift boxes on the edge of her bed which is just beside her desk, after, she organized the souvenirs and placed them in their appropriate place. After finishing keeping all of her items, the young teen picked up her phone from her sling bag and searched the internet for any cute hairstyles she could try using for tomorrow.

〝Geez! I'm excited about tomorrow.〞

[Name] felt her heart skip a beat at the thought. She pursed her lips, trying hard to suppress her excitement and not squeal like an idiot. When she calmed down, the [h/c]ette then watched tutorial videos on styling her hair and even took notes on when to use those hairstyles. It took her a few minutes to practice and try out each style. And after finishing her task, the female decided to take a break. It was one in the afternoon when she arrived home and was entirely tired from the trip. An afternoon nap was all that she needed at the moment.

It was already five in the afternoon when the teenage girl woke up from her nap. Even though she was given just a day of break, [Name] was still grateful to have time for herself. She spent two hours straight playing [favorite game] after waking up. It's been a year since she enjoyed playing her favorite games with her younger cousin. And because of her academics and daily chores, she started to have lesser time to play and she even stopped playing altogether. It still made her happy when she played it though, remembering all of her happy moments while playing the game.

[Name] was entirely delighted to be able to spend time entertaining herself and finally do her hobbies after such a long time. The girl placed down her console and decided that it is time to prepare dinner and get ready for tomorrow. She had enough fun for today, after all. The young female went to the kitchen and got out the ingredients from the fridge. She took an [f/c] apron hanging from the rack and put it on, tying the ribbon on her back. After ensuring that she has all the necessary items, the [h/c]-haired female proceeded on making herself a delicious meal.

It took the girl a few minutes to finish making her dinner, which is salmon teriyaki and miso soup. She would've loved to make healthier dishes, however, she doesn't have enough ingredients or time to prepare them. Besides, the girl wanted to have a light meal before sleep. [Name] sat on the chair with her meal in front of her. The appetizing scent wafted around the dining room and through her nose, making her stomach grumble in anticipation and her mouth slightly water. Without wasting another second, she clasped her hand together and picked up her chopsticks right after.

"Itadakimasu!"

And with that, she took a mouthful of rice and salmon. Her cheeks blushed in a pink hue, clearly satisfied with her cooking. [Name] was never the housewife type of girl. She only knew how to cook a simple meal which is sufficient for her alone. Since her parents were out of town, she didn't think of making a gaudy dish for herself, nor care about that. But since her childhood friend lives next door, his mother offered to prepare meals for her.

Her aunt would care a lot about her as if she were her daughter. Ever since the young [h/c]ette female started high school, the adult would prepare her lunch and insist on having dinner with her family. Of course, the student tried to reason with the older female that she could handle herself just fine. However, it only goes through deaf ears. Eventually, [Name] just gave up persuading her aunt and letting her do things her way. That's why the teen became too dependent on her childhood friend and his family.

[Name] let out a sigh. Her eyes glanced over to the pictures mounted on the wall. Its intricate frame design complements the beauty of what it housed; it was a portrait of her family alongside his. She chewed on her food slowly, letting her mind wander off for a while. She is already 18 years old; a third-year high school student, that is.

The two-week vacation and the transition to another school year made the girl contemplate herself and her future. She had been pampered ever since she was still young and was favored in the family. She wasn't spoiled like other children, but she still gets what she wished to have. Maybe it was because she was fragile that the adults were already keeping an eye on her. Or maybe it was because of her personality that they kept doting on her. She could never know... but whatever the reason, she knew herself that she can't keep living like this.

[Name] promised herself that she would start becoming independent and avoid relying too much on others. And the first step to that, in her opinion, is to take time off from her childhood friend and his family. For the past years, especially in her previous two years of high school, her aunt would invite her during their out-of-town trips. Of course, the female was excited to come along with them and rarely ever declined her request. It's been like this ever since, and when looking back at the memory, [Name] sees herself clinging to them. That's why, this year, she decided not to come with them.

It is still too early to determine whether it worked or not, but despite it, the teenager pushed on. Next on her list is learning how to prepare meals for herself. And since tomorrow is her first day of school, it gave her the motivation to start the day the way she wanted. She would prepare lunch for herself and stop relying on her aunt.

[Name] finished her dinner and proceeded to clean the plates and dry them. After, she went back to her room and got out her [f/c] pajamas from the closet. The girl walked inside the bathroom to wash and get ready for bed. It was already 7:34 in the evening as she checked the time on her phone. After changing into her sleepwear and brushing her teeth, the young female entered her room once again to fix her school bag and put in all the necessary supplies.

Her [e/c] orbs glanced at the uniform hanging behind the door. A smile etched on her face; a bittersweet one. 

〝This year will be the last that I'll be wearing that uniform, not to mention that I'll also be graduating this year...〞

The girl tried to shake all of the negative thoughts from her head. The last thing she wants is to be depressed on the first day of the third year. After fixing her things for tomorrow, [Name] decided that it is a perfect time to watch the latest season of her favorite anime. She squealed like a fangirl as she hopped on her bed, took out her phone, and went to the episode list of her favorite series. Her eyes quickly glossed over the time and saw that it was still eight. Her smile widened.

"It wouldn't hurt for me to watch a few episodes of [favorite anime], right?" She mumbled, pausing for a while as if thinking, then shrugged her shoulders afterward. "Eh. It'll be alright."

𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

[octoberautumnbox]

I agree with what you said about her being a constant and warm presence. I think it's like when I see or watch her, it makes me think like "she'll be a great gf" that makes me wanting more. But well I try to distract myself now from her and try to talk to other girls, I just think of her now as an "ideal" one. But for now, I'd like to share one of my "made up scenarios".

It's a stressful day at work and I'll have to do my presentation for my project proposal. Not knowing there are business partners from different countries that are there to watch my presentation, it made me more nervous, but I still did a pretty good job. After my presentation, one of the representatives from a Korean company that was in there approached me and said "how would you like to work in Korea?". I'm a big kpop fan and working in there, how could I say no.

The day I move to Seoul comes. The person that gave me the offer was waiting for me in the airport. He toured me around the company I'll be working in and showed where I'll be staying.

I started working now. During my break, I tried going on the local cafe nearby the company, not knowing Jo Yuri is a regular there. I took my order and looked for a vacant table. There was only one table vacant so I just sat there. Later on, Yuri enters the cafe and takes her order. She looked around for a vacant seat but almost all are occupied. She then saw my table having a vacant seat so she approached and asked if she could sit there. I got too excited finally seeing Jo Yuri and she's asking me if she could share tables with me, but my introverted ass surpressed that excitement to myself only. Then of course I let her sit there, how could I say no.

"I'm Yuri by the way" she said then I exchanged my name as well shaking hands with her, pretending I don't know her so she won't feel uncomfortable. But well I couldn't keep my mouth shut so I told her I know her, but kept it low and added that I just know her and I'm not really a fan, bruh how would I get a chance to her if I tell her I'm her biggest fan. Then we proceed to have a little chat until my break is over. "It was nice meeting you."

Comes the other day, I went to that cafe again and once again, it was only that table that's vacant. I sit there and guess what, it's Yuri again asking if she could share tables. Of course we had a little chat again but a less awkward that before.

Comes another day again, but this time there are a lot of vacant tables. I saw that "lucky table" vacant so I sat there again. Yuri comes by again and instead of taking other vacant tables, she sat on mine and just gave me a smile.

It then becomes a regular thing until a few weeks later when I finally had the courage to ask her out for a date. Well she agrees. It continues until eventually we became a couple. Then the rest will be history.

no yuri again and also unsolicited psych advice in keep reading again (dont read if you're not up for it and dont @ me im not a licensed professional) :D

edit: view post meant keep reading line is erased, so bad internet advice is under the pic instead lol

either way anon if you're up for it I said before that Yuri Writer Land is always hiring :)))) just a bit of fleshing out in the plot and some cleaning up here and there you'd be well on your way to a debut fic!

thats no doubt a nice thought to have anon, tho reading through it I kinda get the feeling that you want a friend kinda relationship with predictability and care more than a romantic one in which case you dont really need someone you'd be potentially sexually interested in, yeah?

in any case like you said taking a step back from yuri content just to get things under control might be a good move for you, even if it does mean spending time away from me and my ramblings on here ://// best of luck anon!

[inloveforlokius]

hey, I wrote a Oneshot of an Oc of mine and Gil Pender

English is not my native language, in fact I am Brazilian. I will post the original version in Portuguese too but for now stick with the English version. There will probably be errors in the English language because I put most of the things for Google Translate to do in English (Don't judge me, I'm still newbie at this).

Previously: Gil, on one of his trips to Paris in the 1920s, met a young attendant at a local cafe from the 20s who was walking along the narrow river Seine, known as Julye.

(the oc is of legal age)

Word count: 2611 words.

the denial of living in the present ♡

Gil Pender is an idiot man from Pasadena, California, in the United States and is about to marry an authoritarian preppy named Inez.

Since Gil got engaged to Inez, he has been having frequent panic attacks. He never understood the real meaning of his attacks, however, he thought it must be something about the book he was writing or his work as a Hollywood screenwriter.

Gil and Inez visited and stayed at a hotel in Paris.

The reason for this was that as Inêz's parents had done important business, the couple stayed for a while to enjoy the ride.

Inez was a beautiful and very intelligent woman, but she and her fiancé had almost nothing in common, the two were completely opposite people and not at all indifferent, Gil was always passionate about literature and the 20s, and dreamed of living in the City of Light after the wedding, more precisely in the rain as he told his fiancee, and he was willing to give up all his work as a screenwriter to become a writer, however, Inez wanted to live in Malibu, in the hot sand of California, after the wedding.

And although Gil loved his future wife there was something that made him feel out of place about her. Even when she had defended him from her own parents who criticized Gil about his illusions about politics and his choices.

But something happened as the couple's time in Paris went on.

In the blink of an eye, the two moved apart drastically, and of course the reason could have been that Inez had had a super crush since college on a man called Paul Bates, a kind of dashing gentleman who was going to give a lecture nearby. from Paris, And she stayed with this guy for a few nights in the meantime that Gil was taking his nightly "walks" to get even more inspired when he was going to write his romance.

However, Gil had no idea that she had kept the stupid pendant.

But Gil also had his secrets, for example: whenever (or almost every day) that Inez wanted to stay late somewhere with her parents or with Paul and Carol, he would always leave early and walk the streets of Paris until midnight and he did that instead of going to the Hotel Bristol where the two stayed waiting for Inez to return.

And when the clock struck midnight, a vintage car from the 1920s always passed by as if it were a taxi from the time and Gil always got into it because it would mean that he had gone to the year 1920, the year where he dreamed of living for so long. , it was a dream to be in Paris at that time where there were so many incredible artists and writers that he couldn't even describe, it was so spectacular.

And there he met the illustrious and talented F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald, Pablo Picasso, Gertrude Stein, Salvador Dali, Luis Boňuel, Man Ray, Ernest Hemingway and TS Eliot.

Gertrude Stein even read and evaluated the book that Gil Pender was finishing and it made his heart almost stop working with excitement.

EDuring these trips to 1920, Gil met a beautiful young girl, Adriana, he seemed to have liked or loved this young woman very much. She was known to be a prostitute and former lover of Picasso himself, but unfortunately, he himself realized that she was fascinated to other things like the golden age and I couldn't stop her from getting lost in another era trying desperately to fill her feeling of loneliness and emptiness.

Just like he did, but he would never admit it.

Gil discovered that Inez was probably cheating on him with Paul shortly after he returned to 2010 and he thought about this possibility with the help of words from one of his conversations with some of the best writers of the 1920s.

When he had the courage and discussed it with Inez, she simply admitted it after a while, causing the two to break up, as well as belittling him by calling him crazy, sick, among others.

Now, Gil no longer had Adriana, who lost her to the golden age, nor his ex-fiancée who left.

He was left ungrounded, confused, displaced but still free.

And now he was more anxious than ever walking around at 2 am in Paris in the 20th century...he knew he shouldn't be in another century trying desperately to escape all his morbid sadness that hit him like daggers in the back but therefore he he still couldn't stay definitively in 2010 knowing that he could live what he so longed to have.

He walked and walked while it was raining heavily on the narrow Seine River, he saw a young woman who made his eyes go a little wide and wide and made his heart flutter a little.

The beautiful lady was without any means of protection against the rain like Gil. She was wearing a loose and short black dress made of silk with satin gloves and black heels, she looked like she had just left a ball at that time, she had beautiful light blonde hair in the style of an almost classic Bob. like Marilyn Monroe.

The lady looks at Gil, seeing the man in a gray suit and red tie there looking at her fascinated, she approached him and spoke without hesitation, her voice was soft and sweet, as if it were a beautiful melody from Cole Porter's classic songs.

-Bonjour, you are lost? - she says looking at Gil, still unsure about the man.

- hey! Yes, I mean, no. -Gil says no with a fake, high-pitched laugh at the end of the sentence.

The woman nodded and turned to leave, but she stopped when she heard the man's voice again.

- Excuse me but are you American? - He asked hesitating while breathing faster. "What the hell got into you?" he mentally asked himself.

- no, I'm just a random Parisian but I learned to speak American English a few years ago - the woman smiles slightly, her red lipstick stands out on her adorable face .

- Could I know your name? - Gil asked, he had his hands in the pockets of the black dress pants he was wearing as he asked.

- well...my name is Julye, and would you be it? - Julye looks at him a little confused, the rain started to get thicker making the lady cross her arms and look down.

- oh, my name is Gil Pender - he speaks awkwardly and sees that Julye was bothered by the rain that had gotten heavier, he then went to her and guided her gentlemanly to under the bridge.

He was always taught by his mother to be a good gentleman, so he lightly puts his arm around Julye as they walk under the bridge out of the rain, she still looks at him suspiciously but with a hint of gratitude in her eyes. almost cyan blue.

- Oh, I'm sorry, I just wanted to make you less uncomfortable in this rain - Gil says, trying to clarify his intentions.

- Should I say thank you? - Julye says smiling sarcastically.

- I don't think it's necessary and if I may, why are you wearing that dress? It's cold today in Paris, you could catch a cold - Gil says with an air of doubt because although the woman looked stunning in the dress he didn't see the point in wearing it on this specific night.

- oh..well, I was in a bar before it started raining with Zelda and Scott - she says raising her face up to look at Gil, she was shorter than him.

-Zelda and Scott? Like the Fitzgeralds?

-Yes, themselves, do you know them? - Julye says looking into Gil's eyes when he asked.

- Yes! Yes, I've been out with them twice and I really admire Scott - he remembered, he was in 1920! He couldn't say how good Scott and Zelda were as if he were talking to someone in 2010 - but, well, on that note, what does a woman like you do?

-I'm an attendant at a local coffee shop, you should visit there, I work from nine in the morning to six in the afternoon - Julye says while looking away from Gil.

Gil blushed, the pretty girl invited him to go to the cafe where she works in such an adorable way? Yes, and it left him like a little pepper. Between that, he knew he could never go, especially because he only has access to Paris in the twentieth century from midnight to dawn... that is, he could never see it in his daily life.

- Thank you for the invitation, I will certainly go to the cafe - he says lying, The two then walked to a local bar out of the rain and in the meantime they talked about various things and Gil even forgot about his sadness about his and Inez's separation.

When the two arrived in front of the bar but didn't go in and instead they sat on a bench where the rain didn't hit and continued talking, and so much time passed that Julye ended up sleeping with her head on Gil's chest.

And certainly, Gil loved it and even stroked her hair while she slept. When he realized that it was going to dawn, he placed the lady on a bench and laid her down gently and placed his jacket on her, he left and as he walked through the streets, he realized that he had gone back to 2010, he looked back at that same place but he didn't even know. There was more bench, it was replaced by a large pole and the bar was now a jewelry store.

He gave a weak smile and sighed deeply - I'll see you again, I promise, Julye.

And so he did. Every day after midnight he goes back to 1920 just to look for the woman, he even knew her address so he could go to her house.

They talked about everything, Gil talked to Julye about cognitive actions and the fear of death that everyone has and at the end of the night, he always ends up leaving or sleeping on his shoulder. They understood each other, they talked about everything, literature, arts, artists, the future, their personal lives and more.

Julye didn't understand why Gil didn't want to see her during the day, they are friends and friends see each other during the day, she thought, so why is that?

On one of Gil's trips to 1920, he found Julye in a square near the elfiel tower. He hugged her and greeted her.

- Julye! It's good to see you - he says sweetly and smiles at her.

- Bonjour, Gil... - she says, leaving the hug, her eyes made it seem like she was in a dilemma.

- what happened? You look thrilled - Gil puts his hand on her shoulder and his face had such a softness that it would easily make someone tell him what he was hiding.

-I don't understand you sometimes. You say we are friends but we never meet during the day and you always disappear and then pretend that none of this happened... why is that? - Julye says a little angry and sad at the same time.

Gil pulls her and comforts her, and starts to talk - look... it's okay, I know I haven't been giving you explanations but I'm just trying not to hurt you and apparently I failed at that, I'm sorry - he says as he watches Julye lay on his chest.

- Look, you know when you have one kind of life during the day and at night it's like you're in another life? - Gil says, lifting Julye's face to look at her face to face.

- I think so... - Julye says quietly - so you kind of have two different lives?

-It's almost that, but I'll tell you something, when I'm here, with you I feel like this is my place - Gil smiles and Julye also smiles lightly caressing her cheek.

Even though Gil lied about some things, not all of them were lies, he really feels like when he's with Julye it's like he's in the right place.

The two stayed there, hugging each other, feeling the breeze of the wind, they were both in the early morning moonlight.

Gil sometimes wondered if he and Julye could be more than friends, but he never really persisted with that thought. .

He decided to lighten the mood by changing the route of his affairs.

- Julye, do you think I would be a good writer?

- Yes for sure! You are incredible at writing and if it is your passion then you should embrace it and not be afraid of failure - she says smiling, she has always supported Gil in all possible circumstances.

- Don't exaggerate, I'm not that good - Gil says and smiles seeing Julye pout.

- I disagree, you are very good at writing, you are like a poet - Julye says persisting in the idea - you should at least try to do what you like.

- Thank you, you really know how to keep me going - Gil smiles at her - that's what friends are for - Julye says and smiles too, she takes Gil's arm and the two walk down the sidewalk together.

- friends...yes, we are friends - Gil says walking with her.

At the end of the night, Julye turned to Gil and gave a smile that was pleasant to see.

- so this is where I say goodbye to you.

- Yes, I know, but first I want to test one of the theories Ernest Hemingway told me a while ago - Gil says, taking her hand.

-And what theory would that be? - She asked with a hint of curiosity.

Then Gil lightly pulled her by the waist until their lips connected.

He kissed her sweetly but firmly, Julye returned the kiss with the same soft intensity, placing her arms around Gil's neck and the two of them deepened the kiss, totally immense at the moment.

Julye bit Gil's lower lip, asking for passage and Gil gave in, making Julye slide her tongue into his mouth where their tongues meet, they now have their tongues almost dancing in Gil's mouth fighting for dominance.

They separate when they both become short of breath.

- so that was your theory? - Julye says breathlessly.

- Not exactly, but it made me realize and feel many things and one of the things I felt for those seconds when I kissed you was that I was able to dazzle immortality for a while - Gil says smiling, giving Julye a light peck.

It's like Ernest Hemingway said and believed that the moment two people who have a true passion kiss or have sexual relations, they can create a truce over the fear of dying and that's exactly what Gil felt with Julye, he managed for a few moments get a glimpse of what it's like to be immortal.

He felt like his heart was going to explode with so much love and he wanted to show Julye that day but time was about to run out so they said goodbye with a few more passionate kisses and sweet words of affirmation, and went each their way.

And Gil was still certain at that moment, he would still do and give all the love that Julye deserved.