#On another note I'm frustrated with PS

[lecsainz]

hiii could i please request an paul aron x reader where he is not so happy with a race Result and the reader cheers him up.

BAD RACE

parings: paul aron x girlfriend!reader

authors note: I loved writing this one! PS: I tried to look at thousands of pictures of him but couldn't come to the conclusion if his eye is blue or brown, so I went with blue 🤷‍♀️

✩. . . masterlist !

Paul Aron had just crossed the finish line of yet another race, and the result was far from what he had hoped for. His frustration was palpable, and he couldn't shake off the disappointment that clouded his features.

Y/N, his ever-supportive partner, knew all too well how he reacted when races didn't go his way. Paul could be moody and grumpy, dwelling on his performance for days on end. But she also knew just how to cheer him up.

As Paul and his teammate Dino made their way back to the Prema garage, Y/N was waiting for him. She was surrounded by a few mechanics who offered her friendly smiles, aware of her role in boosting Paul's spirits after a tough race.

Paul walked alongside Dino, his head hanging low, lost in thought. Y/N watched them approach, her heart aching for her boyfriend's obvious disappointment.

"Hey, champ," she greeted him with a warm smile as he finally reached her.

Paul managed a weak smile in return, but the disappointment still lingered in his eyes. "Hey," he replied, his voice heavy with the weight of his performance.

Y/N didn't waste any time. She stepped closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him into a tight embrace. "I know it wasn't the race you wanted, but you'll bounce back," she reassured him, her voice filled with unwavering confidence in him.

He sighed and buried his face in her hair, inhaling her comforting scent. "I just messed up, Y/N. I had a shot, and I blew it."

Y/N leaned back slightly, cupping his face in her hands so that their eyes met. "You're not defined by one race, Paul. Remember all the victories you've had. This is just a bump in the road. You'll come back stronger."

Paul's blue eyes searched hers for a moment, and he found solace in her unwavering support. He leaned in and kissed her, a silent thank you for always being there for him. Paul's lips met Y/N's in a heartfelt kiss, their connection speaking volumes even without words. It was a kiss filled with gratitude, love, and a promise that they'd tackle whatever challenges came their way together.

Breaking the kiss, Y/N flashed him a mischievous smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You know, Paul, I've been thinking."

He raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "About what?"

She shrugged playfully, her fingers tracing a pattern on his chest. "Well, I hear that some racers have lucky charms or rituals they do before a race to ensure good luck."

Paul's lips curled into a grin as he caught on to her idea. "Are you suggesting I need a lucky charm, Y/N?"

She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "I'm suggesting I could be your lucky charm."

His heart raced at her words, her suggestion making him forget about the disappointment of the race. "I like the sound of that," he admitted, his voice husky with desire.

Y/N chuckled softly, a teasing glint in her eyes. "Great. Now, we just need to figure out what kind of good luck charm activities we should engage in."

Paul's hands found their way to her waist, pulling her even closer. "I think I have a few ideas."

Their playful banter was interrupted by the cheerful voice of one of the mechanics. "Hey, Paul! Don't forget, we have a team dinner tonight."

Paul sighed dramatically, his forehead resting against Y/N's. "Team dinners after a tough race are the worst."

Y/N laughed and pecked his lips. "Come on, champ. It'll be fun. And maybe they can give you some tips on how to make me your official lucky charm."

Paul grinned, his mood significantly brighter. "You're right, as always. Let's go at a dinner with the team."

[indiasthoughts]

"Can you roll my window up?"

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aka- , eren, and xiao, x black readers turn on this trend

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warnings;;

suggestive, but no smut, x black reader, ,, use of the n word , fluff, she/her/hers pronouns, lowkey toxic relationships, SASSY MEN SASSY MEN SASSY MEN SASSY MEN!!!!

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authors note: ik this is such a silly contrast aot and genshin but i been craving all both men sooo😮‍💨

and for reference--

︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

Ps: this is old work but i desperately need smth to post so mind the cornyness pls 🙈

୨⎯ Eren ⎯୧

Inside of the 6'3 mans black BMW M4 was a beautiful girl in his passengers seat, annoyed and frustrated.

see- this girl had a few things that annoyed her that he knew of yet still did when she rode in someones car.

one- rolling her window down and leaving her cold in her black skims dress. two- playing music she's not fond of at the moment, if she's in a brent faiyaz mood why play warren g? and three- not listening to what she had to say.

so when her boyfriend, Eren, of three months did all three at the same time frustration ng came crashing down

"Eren, baby, please roll my window up.", rubbing her arms to create any sort of warmth.

- and to no avail, ignored.

"babe..."

- ignored.

she furrowed her eyebrows and turnt the music down to a volume of 2.

"Can you roll my window up?!"

"No, ur attitude ruining my vibe bro"

As "2SEATER" By tyler the creator started playing, he turned the volume up, but not as high as he had it before, out of the slightest bit of respect.

"Who the fuck is your bro?"

"Ma what I told you about swearing?"

She reached over to his side, unbuckling the seatbelt as her boyfriend stopped at a red light. she pressed the passengers window button and rolled her window up.

"Now the music aint hitting from all angles!!"

"Imma hit you from all angles."

He once again put the windows down.

"Whos car this is?"

"Who sitting here?"

"Ion know what you have an attitude for..."

"Oh my god."

she leaned into her seat, embracing the cold she'd have to deal with for the next 15 minutes.

about another minute passed, and Eren was already tired of the awkward atmosphere.

"Baby im sorry"

"mhm.."

he held a small frown as he pulled up into a empty parking spot .

Tyler spoke in the background- 'the fuck you turn my music down for?'

"mamas it's us" he said with the widest grin he could possibly hold.

'can you roll my window up?'

you lip synced to the girl's parts.

'Why? damn.'

as he would too.

"Cause it's windy." You audibly spoke this time.

"But I love it when your hair blows."

as the beat dropped, he reached in and gave you a kiss.

ewww this was so sickenlybsweet ugh me and who🤢🤢

༶•┈┈┈┈┈┈୨♡୧┈┈┈┈┈•༶

୨⎯ Xiao ⎯୧

you and your boyfriend, Xiao had been lying down in his bedroom, while you played with his cat on his lap, he did his homework. There was a specific way he liked to have his room, cold. whether it's the ac blasting on days where the cold was too much too have his windows open, or open windows, on the warmer days. Today happened to be one of the warmer days. And despite the baggy sweatpants, fuzzy socks, and one of his sweaters, his room was still too cold for you. As much as you cuddles up with Astro, the cat, and your boyfriend, it was still unbearable.

"Xiao, lets close the windows please.."

"I won't be able to concentrate."

he furrowed his eyebrows and said that with in the sturnest way he could.

"I'm gonna head into the living room then"

You grabbed the cat, and as quick as one leg came down, it came back up.

He played a faveorite playlist of his, when "2SEATER" came first.

"Sit back down pretty?" more of a question than a command.

"Damnn nigga it's cold!"

"m'sorry, stay wimme ok?"

He turned the volume up and held your waist, bringing his lips to your neck and nibbling your neck.

You knit your brows together, feeling a gush of cold air, and flinched softly. Taking his phone that was connected to his JBL speaker, and lowering it.

"Can you roll the windows up?"

"Whyd you turn the music down"

he puts it back on, lowly chuckling at the perfect timing on the song.

"Can you roll it up?"

"Why?, damn"

"Because it's!-"

You slowly realise the timing on the song and this mini arguement.

"But i love it when your hair blows.."

As he finally removed his lips from your neck, and tilting your neck to crane your head and meet his lips.

[biasbuck]

BiAsBuck’s ficrec Fridays

Happy WTF Friday everyone?! YIKES ON BIKES. That sure was an episode.

Back again with another round of the fic I've been reading this week. You can find previous rec lists here. As previously I'm here for henren and all buddie/bucktommy/buddietommy configurations...and apparently this week, all of heroic_pants' Buck and/or Eddie with Josh fic?!

Bring on the drama. *eyes next week's potential list like...welp*

10 May 2024

a mouth full of teeth and nothing to sing by @cal-daisies-and-briars A HEN CENTRIC FIC!!!!! I'm living. Post 07x03, Hen struggles to process the cruise ship rescue and drunk driver call in the midst of ongoing tension with her friends. In which Hen gets the apologies she deserves and gets to vent her frustrations, whilst also self examining her own actions. Fantastic crunchy characterisation.

time will tell by @bekkachaos '5 times Hen and Karen suspect Buck might not be one hundred percent straight, and 1 time they realise they were so damn right. aka., Henren knows and they occasionally speculate about Buck, and Eddie, and now, Tommy.' For everyone absolutely thriving over that reaction in 7x06.

Better Late Than Never by @pop-me soft semi-somnophilic sapphic henren married vibes which I ADORED. Pillow princess Karen, as she deserves. A gorgeous little slice of life domestic scene that was truly so loving and sexy, loved it.

and my heart and my hat by Anonymous (who are you mysterious author, I love your Tommy voice SO MUCH!) This was such a great Tommy POV from 7x03-7x04, charting his feelings from the moment Chim calls him to ask for his help with the cruise ship search, through to the kiss. I really enjoyed the whole ensemble camaraderie of this fic, Tommy's perspective on Hen, as well as the lovely moments where we see all the ways Buck just being Buck is charming to Tommy. So enjoyable.

raspberry. by @buckttommy good lord...hot!!!!! Buck, Tommy, a gay club, a handsome stranger, exhibitionism and some exploratory D/S vibes. This was just *fans self* super sensuous and unabashedly queer, I loved it.

And if you threw a party, and invited everyone you knew by @pantsaretherealheroes In which 'Eddie wakes up the morning after Maddie and Chimney’s wedding with a hangover, and unexpected bed-mate, has a panic attack and a hell of a realisation. Josh makes coffee. They talk.' This is ultimately a buddie fic, but with some glorious supportive Josh along the way, with just the right amount of cattiness too. I just really loved this dynamic and odd couple vibe.

are we still friends? can we be friends? by @pantsaretherealheroes ok how about that, but instead Buck and Josh genuinely have a casual dating set up and all sorts of fun together, mutually agreeing to keep each other in the loop if it stops being what they want. Meanwhile Eddie is PINING, and Maddie is feeling some kind of way about it all. I just really enjoyed the maturity of the dating within these parameters, and the complicated feelings along the way.

treat your mouth as if it's heaven's gate by @bucktheally this is the fourth part in an bucktommy alternative meeting bright as the morning, soft as the rain series in which Tommy was never part of the 118, but can also be read standalone. Look this instalment of the fic got me totally enchanted the moment that Buck set himself up with his laptop 'intent on Wikipedia’ing himself into the queer community in-between naps.' Perfect characterisation. No notes. The fic is sexy, sweet, and I love the development of their relationship set up from this initial premise. Buck just loves to learn!

Won't Be Long Before I Belong by @justaswampdemon a post madney wedding coda fic in which Buck accidentally comes out via soot and Tommy meets everyone. Sweet, tender, gentle and caring.

PS - once again sending out the signal to ask if you have any henren authors/fic recs I should check out PLEASE let me know! I love them!

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

04/24/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys/TheCryptid Factor; Vico Ortiz; Nathan Foad; Kristian Nairn; Samba Schutte; Jes Tom; Kay Buchanan; Guz Khan; Uproar on Digital; MerMay; Watch Party Reminders; Fan Spotlight; Mini Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika

Hey lovelies! Sorry for the delay-- I know you say not to worry if there's a delay and I try not to but last night was particularly frustrating because I got most of the recap done, but then worked 14 hours in between that and fell asleep without actually hitting finishing up and hitting send! Anyway, bit late but here it is :)

​PS: Shoutout to the lovely @/MerakiRetreat for saving my butt the other day from a horrible auto correct error! You are a rockstar! Thank you so much!

== Rhys Darby / Cryptid Factor ==

There's a Cryptid Factor Tiktok now! He's out covering the Flamethrowing robot dog! If you have Tiktok, feel free to visit the link below, if you don't, I'm attaching the video here as well, but please, if you have tiktok, definitely go there to watch and interract so Rhys and TCF folks can feel the love :) The Cryptid Factor Tiktok

== Vico Ortiz ==

Vico being 🔥 Fucking 🔥 just like their short!

Vico Ortiz IG

== Nathan Foad ==

Nathan continuing to shine in Love's Labour's Lost. You're not gonna stop hearing from me about this for a while because I find him all to adorable in this.

Img Src: @Jodie_davie_creates IG

== Kristian Nairn ==

Kristian is going to be at the Captured Festival in Malta on Sept 5th - 8th. For more info visit capturedfestival.com!

Img Src: Kristian Nairn's IG

== Samba Schutte ==

Samba's appearing in You Made It Weird! With Pete Holmes!

== Jes Tom ==

Our dear Jes Tom out and about after surgery recovery!

Img Src: Jes Tom's IG

== Kay Buchanan ==

More Leatherworking BTS by our dear Kay Buchanan!

Img Srcs: Kay Buchanan's IG

== Guz Khan ==

Our friend Guz Khan is out with the fam!

Img Src: Guz Khan's IG

== Uproar on Digital! ==

You can now access Uproar on Youtube Movies in the United States! If you're not in the US or NZ you can still buy/access them via a vpn!

== MerMay ==

Save OFMD Crew is posting some prompts for the upcoming #MerMay! Check them out below and please feel free to share your creations with @saveofmdcrewmates on their various socials!

== Watch Parties ==

It was brought to my attention I kept posting a picture that was set back in 2014! Agh! Good news, we're back to the present. Today, Thu April 25th we'll be showing Short Poppies Episode 4 & 5 on the Rhys Darby Factor Discord, if you need a link, hit me up! Otherwise you can watch short poppies on Amazon Prime! Times: 3:30 pm PT / 6:30 pm ET / 11:30 pm BST

== Fan Spotlight ==

Our friend @melvisik is still at it with another member of the Red Flag crew-- Teresa Lee!

== Love Notes ==

Hey Lovelies! I'm sorry I didn't get to get as far as I wanted with last night's love notes, so I'll save them for tomorrow. I'll share some other folks love notes instead:

Img Src: @/genleeart on Instagram

Img Src: @/YourBeautifulLife on Instagram

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Sorry for the cheat today all, but I just, really needed to see this gif of Stede and Ed and their wonderful hands. Gif courtesy of my darling Jodi @saltpepperbeard

[crazylittlejester]

I have gained more thoughts about a redhead Wars that I wish to share. This started out as just a funny projecting thing since I am a redhead. But then I kinda got out of hand and I've sorta started building a whole au around the silly headcannon... Dear goodness I'm hopeless.

For this I'd imagine that the initial reason he dyed his hair for this au would be so he wouldn't stick out as much when he joined the army. I can't imagine sticking out like a sore thumb as a new recruit would be the best. Later he continued because that's how everyone expected him to look. And then the war(and Cia) happened... needless to say Wars's self image is very messed up after all of that.

On a more fluffy note though, imagine an auburn haired Warriors next to Malon. I'm not entirely sure why his hair would be properly grown out, maybe he couldn't really bleach it while traveling? The chain would probably be doing a double take between the two of them. Wars and Malon looking very much related now that the chain is looking. Needless to say, Time has got another successor. (Personally I see the timeline going Time -> Twilight -> Wars -> Wild) If Warriors comes from a more humble background I could see one of Twilight's descendents eventually going off and marrying a tailor. And boom! Link Tailor is born. Yay recessive genes he is a bright redhead!

Would definitely make him easier to find as a small child though. If his parents ever lost him while on a trip to the market all they'd need to do is look out for the mop of red hair.

I will probably come up with more to share later if you are interested.

-Emig22 💛

(PS I think I've figured out which asks Tumblr will eat! At least from me... It seems this website is mostly intent on eating any ask I send on not anon. Tumblr can be very frustrating sometimes...)

CRYIN OVER THE “would make him easier to find as a small child” ALDKFKLS. I’m just imagining tiny ass lil Wars getting stuck somewhere in a crowd and lost and his parents just scanning the street and being like “ah, there he is”

(tumblr is evil and hates us all, i fear)

[antiradqueer]

Hey tumblr.

It's Luna, or more, someone of us who has no clue who they are right now. We feel like the embodiment of being sick and tired and just so done.

We have been thinking long and hard about what to write in this post or if we even want to make a post like this, but now that we're typing out these words, we don't know why we put it off so long.

We are permanently fucking off from the radqueer discourse. We can't take it anymore and we don't care anymore. We've lost all empathy and sympathy for everyone and everything involved in this shitshow, no matter which side they're on. The reason for this is not that we suddenly are neutral, we are still anti-radqueer, but we are so burned out and just start to dissociate the second we open the tags or see a radqueer post in the wild. We're naturally low empathy to begin with, but now every last ounce of that is completely gone when it comes to this topic, plus we just... don't care anymore. There's the 100th transnazi popping up? I don't care. Another "cisabuser" in the tags? doesn't matter. whatever. We're not a bad person, we are just done. We can't keep on doing this or this will eventually throw us into depression again and that might literally kill us. and I'm not going to let that happen.

when I think about radqueers, I feel so much anger, frustration and sadness - or more, that's what I felt. now all of that is just drowned by a dark cloud of tiredness and nothingness.

so, this is our goodbye. Knowing us, we will probably still roam the tags sometimes and depending who is fronting, some of us might even interact with discourse still, but like, officially, we are gone. (@ mod mew: if you could let us still have access to this account that would be dope af tho!)

I will also use this post to to encourage every anti-radqueer who's fighting tooth and nail to get blogs taken down and people banned, to step back for a minute, take a deep breath and think about if you really want to keep on doing this. we thought this would never take a mental toll on us, yet here we are. I'm not saying what you're doing is wrong, but I'm saying that maybe you could use your energy and will to fight for something else.

let's face it, radqueers will never be an actual threat to society. they are pathetic, sad people, hiding behind their screens, screaming "the future is radqueer!" over and over, but in reality this "movement" will burn to the ground eventually and they will go down with it.

do people get hurt in radqueer spaces? yes, they do and that's horrible (just a note as to how bad it's gotten with us: I write this and logically know that yes, it IS horrible - but I feel absolutely nothing. In all honesty, I currently don't care if people get hurt or not, because I can't care. it's like our brain shut off all emotions regarding this topic to protect ourselves). and I'm not saying you should stop offering them help, but I think you can stop worrying about the radqueers taking over society or whatever. if you feel this taking a toll on your mental health, please put yourself first. protecting your health and your life is always, ALWAYS more important that fighting strangers on the internet.

okay, in case you don't think of us as a total asshole with a heart of stone now and are interested in our plurality- and alterhumanity-focused tumblr life, here's out brand new system blog: @the-exodus-fleet And also our hosts blog: @talks-with-the-void

Take care of yourselves and thanks for every kind word and all the support we've got along the way /gen

PS: if any radqueer reads this and wants to celebrate this as a win or whatever, go ahead. if you need this to feel some joy in your sad, miserable little life, I'm not stopping you.

PPS: I still genuiely hope all radqueers eventually come to their sense and leave this bullshit ideology behind

PPPS: and to all radqueers who hide behind this label to abuse and groom other, I hope you lose all your friends and your family over this. you deserve no happiness.

[northopalshore]

Hello, hope you feel ok now (just read about ur caution back then).

I'm show you that composite chart cuz I want to ask about the unique shape that it made, Will it give other perspective rather the aspects and overlay read?

Please note I'm not worth for your reading, so no need to do that cuz I just want to ask someone who more understand about it. I'm sorry cuz maybe if it disturb you for your schedule posts (please, no need to answer it if you to busy). Thank you 😉

Ps: that's not my chart so I'm not really known their real dynamic relation but it's really interesting how the on/off situation happen.

Hello! You don't have to be so humble lmao I never meant it like that.

Aspect patterns are quite interesting to look at, because in a way, it sort of gives you an idea of what the individuals are like in the relationship but not really as much as other aspects. It can also tells you more details about certain aspects. My favourite to see is the grand trine. A perfect, symmetrical triangle with a planet occupying every 4 planets in the same element.

For example: You have Chiron in the 1st house of Sagittarius (fire) which normally means that you'll struggle with body image, but if it forms say a grand trine (blue lines usually) to Venus in the 5th or Jupiter in the 9th it's likely that you'll receive a lot of support form those areas to lessen the burden you feel in regards to your appearance i.e have a more positive, and understanding mindset to overcome it. You are also more resilient.

Grand trine

In this chart however, I'll just point out the obvious one to explain.

What a grand cross looks like: it's not in this chart though.

There's a double opposition but it doesn't form a grand cross which usually makes the planets/houses they're in rather tensed or uneasy (because they're originally oppositions with squares added). Depending on the planets involved it can cause significant issues and hard lessons within the relationship.

In this case the cross (crossing oppositions) involves hard aspects between Saturn-Mars & Neptune-moon, but soft aspects between Saturn-Neptune & Mars-Moon. There could be a lot of clash between expectation and reality when it comes to this relationship. Perhaps both dreamt of it lasting in the long run but because of their own personal goals, feelings and general incompatibility it's just not looking too good. They'll find themselves getting frustrated over the smallest things when they're together. Intense connection that works in their head, but not realistically. Not to say they're hopeless however.

The spike

It's formed by two planets being sextile to one another, with a third planet being exactly 150° to the other two points, or quincunx.

Can be a pretty good thing to see although it depends on the chart. It can show you where the relationship can manifest itself or its potential,or where it can be difficult to manoeuvre but not as commonly observed, at least to me. Also referred to as yod. Look at the planets involved and where it's pointing especially if there is a cluster of planets in one house/sign.

Also, that 8th house stellium (a.ka cluster) is also probably a huge part of that on again off again cycle as it's the cause of that karmic pull. You hate them, but you want them, they love each other but they want the other out of their life lmao. Both likely have some sort of karmic debt to repay together.

Hope this helps!

[cowgurrrl]

This is incredibly random but it made me think of you; Oh, how I want my rockstar husband Joel to sing Tennessee Whiskey to me..🫠

Saphy, thank you for your patience and your beautiful brain

Tennessee Whiskey

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: PS sorry this took so long to finish

Summary: A (somewhat) quiet night as you and Joel adjust to sharing life again [1.2k]

Warnings: the tiniest reference to spice, regret, longing, oh they’re so in love and sweet

Since your temporary break from accepting new projects, you and Joel have been together as much as humanely possible. You have a whole year to catch up on, and he's taken every opportunity to spend time with you. Movie nights with Ellie and Sarah (even though she has her own dorm), beautiful, candle-lit dinners at some of LA's best restaurants, walks with Daisy, sleepovers, all of it. But tonight, Sarah is studying for a midterm, and Ellie is seeing a movie with her friends Dina and Jesse, leaving you and Joel alone in the house. Well, Daisy's there too, but she's much quieter than the girls. 

He promised to make you a homemade meal but refused your help, delegating you to sit on the island and drink wine while he cooked. The gold necklace he's taken to wearing since you've been gone peeks out from his collar, and a flush of heat rushes through you as you remember the way it swung in your face earlier in the day. He catches you staring and smirks as he tosses a towel over his shoulder. "See somethin' you like?" He asks, and you shake your head, hiding your blush as you sip wine.

"Maybe."

"Maybe?" He parrots. You roll your eyes and rest your hands on the counter. He raises his eyebrows like he's waiting for an answer, and you smile.

"Yes, Joel, you're very nice to look at." You say, and he hums. He leans across the island to kiss you sweetly before turning back to the food. He seems very in his element in the kitchen and getting to add his own spin on the dishes. Watching him cook feels like you're getting to know another part of him. A very welcome part. Many of the people you've dated in the past haven't even owned a kitchen big enough to cook in, so you're perfectly fine being spoiled. 

"Now, I'm not a fancy chef or anythin' like that, but I think you'll like this." He says as he puts the salmon in the oven, and you smile.

"I'm sure it'll be great." You reassure him, and he smiles before turning on the stove and filling a pan with vegetables you watched him cut earlier. You're about two glasses of wine in (on an empty stomach), and the room is spinning pleasantly. 

These nights are your favorite— devoid of watchful eyes and high-speed cameras. He smells like aftershave, and your body wash when you come up behind him while he cooks, wrapping your arms around his middle and kissing the curve of his spine. His hand covers yours as he sautés the vegetables and hums a familiar tune. You put your wine glass on the counter and let yourself fully rest against Joel. The vibration of his humming thrums through your chest, and you rest your chin on his shoulder. 

"You still owe me a song, Miller." You mumble, and he laughs. 

"I wrote you a whole album of songs." He says, and you roll your eyes. 

"Yeah, but I haven't gotten a real-life Joel Miller serenade yet."

"I was just on tour."

"I was in Ireland, remember?" You ask, and he takes a deep breath like he doesn't want to be reminded of that time. The tour was only in North America, and you weren't in a space, in your work or emotions, to come back to see him. You wish you would've. He wishes he would've come to Europe. You wish you would've gotten to this place of reconciliation and forgiveness sooner. There's no lingering frustration on either side of how things ended, but there's a lot of grief. The air shifts between you, and he swallows thickly. He squeezes your hand a little harder, and you kiss his jaw. "'M here. I'm here now."

"I know." He says as he turns off the knob and moves the sautéed vegetables to a cooler part of the stove. You open your mouth to say something about the ridiculously high heat he had the burner on, but he cups your face and kisses you before you can. "You're here." He whispers, pulling back just enough to kiss you again and again and again. He hums against you, and your hands rest on his waist as he slowly sways with you in the kitchen.

Then, slowly and quietly, he starts singing to you. You were never one for Chris Stapleton or most modern country music, but Tennessee Whiskey sounds so good when he sings it to you like this. He gives each note his full attention and spreads his breath perfectly across each lyric. You don't think many people were born to do many things, but you believe, deep in your soul, that Joel was born to be a singer. You bury your head in his neck to hide the tears pricking in your eyes. You're not sure why you're crying. It could be the wine, or how he's holding you, or the year you spent apart finally catching up to you. 

He kisses your temple and rubs your back as he sings. A tear falls down your cheek, and a wet nose nudges your knee as if she could hear the water trickling down your face. You laugh and see Daisy sitting at your feet, whining as she stares at you. You make a sympathetic noise and reach out to scratch her head to tell her you're okay. She doesn't seem satisfied with that, though. Without breaking focus, Joel bends down, scoops all forty pounds of Daisy into his arms, and lets her join in the slow circle you're dancing around the kitchen. She licks your tears away, and you giggle when she rests her head against Joel's chest, too, perfectly content to be babied. You and Daisy each get a kiss, and you take a deep breath to calm yourself down. He carefully places all four of Daisy's paws on the ground again before wrapping you in the biggest, most Joel Miller hug possible. 

"'M here. 'M not goin' anywhere." He says, and you nod into his shirt. "I love you." 

You've avoided saying the L word since you rekindled your relationship. Not because it wasn't still there but because you were afraid of rushing into anything too fast. The unspoken rule seems stupid now that the words are reverberating across your skull with a scarily easy acceptance. He loves you, and you love him. Enjoy it, dammit. 

"I love you, too," you whisper. "Thank you for singing to me."

"I'll sing to you whenever you want, honey."

"Whenever I want?" You ask, pulling back to look at him with a mischievous look. You expect him to try to rescind his statement and launch into a lighter conversation, but he doesn't. He cradles your face in his hands and nods.

"Whenever you want." He says with a kind of finality that makes your heart sing. You won't admit it for two more years, but in that moment, you both know he means forever, and for once, that doesn't scare the ever-loving shit out of you. You stare at him, searching his eyes for any signs of uncertainty or doubt but find none. All you see is love and total adoration. 

So, you nod in agreement, the closest you would get to promising yourself to him until your engagement, and say, "I could get used to whenever." 

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member can't learn the group's comeback lyrics ft 3mix

A/N: Hey guys, I'm sorry for disappearing but I got my wisdom teeth out so yeah- lol. Anyway- I got an ask on Tumblr and I loved writing it, ty anon! :D

The request: Can you do a 3mix where the 10th member is having trouble with singing her part or dancing one part of the song(You can pick) and jihyo(or any member you wants) comes in and help them like soyeon and g-(idle).

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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In the heart of Seoul, the bustling city that never slept, TWICE prepared for yet another electrifying performance. The air hummed with anticipation as fans from all corners of the world gathered to witness the magic of their idols. Among the sea of faces that adorned the stadium, Y/N's heart raced with both excitement and a tinge of anxiety.

Y/N had joined TWICE as the youngest member, and while the journey had been a whirlwind of dreams come true, it wasn't without its challenges. As the 10th member, she found herself sandwiched between the experienced and the new. Her singing progress had been one of the reasons she had secured her spot in the group, yet tonight, that very talent had decided to play tricks on her.

It was a crucial point in their set, where TWICE's star had a solo line that she was supposed to deliver with the kind of power that could shake an audience to its core. But tonight, the power seemed to have abandoned her. Every time she tried to belt out the notes, her voice faltered, as if the melody had slipped through her fingers like sand.

Y/N's frustration scaled with each unsuccessful attempt. She knew the others were counting on her, and the thought of letting her fellow members down weighed heavily on her heart. She almost stepped away from the practice room, her vision blurred with tears of frustration.

However, Nayeon and Jeongyeon, the unnie duo of the group, exchanged a knowing look as they noticed their child's frustration. They had seen this look before, the one that whispered of doubts and insecurities. With a shared glance, they left their positions and joined the younger girl by the side of the practice room.

Nayeon - Hey, baby. You know, even the best singers have their off days. It's just a part of being human.

Jeongyeon nodded, her expression soft.

Jeongyeon - Absolutely, kiddo. And it's okay to feel frustrated, but remember, you're not alone in this. We're a family, and we support each other through everything.

The maknae managed a small smile, feeling a bit of the weight on her shoulders lift. 

Y/N - Thank you, unnies. I'm just worried about letting everyone down.

Nayeon chuckled, her voice light. 

Nayeon - You? Letting us down? Love, you've already proven yourself time and time again. We have no doubts about your talent.

Jeongyeon nodded in agreement. 

Jeongyeon - Exactly. And besides, even if things don't go perfectly, we'll still be there with you. We've got your back.

Y/N's heart warmed at their words, a renewed sense of determination filling her chest. 

Y/N - This means a lot to me, unnies. I'll do my best!

As Nayeon and Jeongyeon exchanged smiles with Y/N, a new presence entered the scene. It was Jihyo, the group's charismatic leader and an incredible vocal powerhouse herself (I mean- wow). TWICE's angel looked up to her, her eyes reflecting a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability. She had always admired Jihyo's nurturing nature and her undeniable presence that commanded respect.

Jihyo reached out and gently touched her kid's arm. 

Jihyo - Hey, it's okay. Can I sit with you for a moment?

Y/N nodded, feeling a lump forming in her throat. They settled on a plush couch, the atmosphere filled with an unspoken understanding. Jihyo's presence was like a soothing balm even if she couldn't even begin to explain how worried she was about her girl, and Y/N found herself instinctively leaning into it.

Jihyo - Is something bothering you, honey? 

Y/N - I... I don't know, I've been practising my part, but I just can't seem to hit the notes right tonight. It's frustrating, and I don't want to mess up the performance! *frowns*

Jihyo nodded, her expression empathetic. 

Jihyo - You know, not getting everything right is part of being an artist. But you're not alone in this. We're a team, and we support each other through the highs and the lows.

Y/N wiped away a tear that had escaped her eye. 

Y/N - I know, but I don't want to drag everyone else down. They're all depending on me.

Jihyo's smile was both reassuring and sincere (kinda motherly too). 

Jihyo - You're not dragging anyone down, lovebug. We're here for you, just like you're here for us. And as for your part, let's work on it together.

With a heartwarming determination, Jihyo stood up and offered her hand to TWICE's sunshine.

Jihyo - Come on, let's head back to the practice room babe.

Y/N hesitated for a moment before taking Jihyo's hand. The warmth of her leader's touch was comforting, like a lifeline in the midst of her uncertainty. As they walked back to the practice room, the girl found herself stealing glances at Jihyo. She admired the way Jihyo carried herself, both as a leader and as a best friend.

Back in the practice room, Jihyo sat beside Y/N at the piano. She began to play the melody, and Y/N tentatively joined in. Her voice wavered, but this time, there was a sense of companionship that eased her nerves.

Jihyo's eyes met her dongsang's, and she smiled encouragingly. 

Jihyo - You've got this, sweet girl. Believe in yourself, just like we believe in you.

With Jihyo's unwavering support, the maknae sang her part once again. This time, her voice soared, carrying with it a newfound confidence. The notes that had seemed elusive before now flowed effortlessly from her lips.

As they finished the song, Y/N let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Jihyo's applause was genuine, her smile radiant. 

Jihyo - See? You're amazing, boo. And remember, I'm here whenever you need a little extra support.

Y/N felt a rush of gratitude, a warmth that radiated from her heart. 

Y/N - Thank you, Omma Jihyo.

Jihyo's laughter was like music, filling the room with infectious joy. 

Jihyo - Omma, huh? I like that. Just remember, we're all family here.

As the concert lights dimmed and TWICE took the stage, Y/N stood among her fellow unnies, her heart brimming with newfound strength. And as she sang her solo part, she felt the echoes of Jihyo's support guiding her every note. The crowd roared in approval, the energy of the moment transcending the challenges that had led to it.

In the end, Y/N learned that even in the face of trouble, the bonds of friendship and the power of encouragement could transform a moment of doubt into a triumph of the heart. And as she gazed out at the sea of cheering fans, she knew that she was not only living her dream but sharing it with a family that would always stand by her side and that made her have only one thought:

I love my dear older sisters.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[beingdreeyore]

This Christmas didn't go as planned. Not even a little bit.

My parents are still essentially homeless so I was unable to go home for Christmas. On one hand it meant less family drama, but it's hard to put into words just how much you will want to go home after your parents have had a brush with death and when they're clearing everything they own out of your childhood home and putting it on the kerb for waste collection.

I basically begged to go back and help, but they said no. My sister's roof also ended up collapsing in one part of the house (the living area) so I couldn't stay with her either. My brother had his in-laws with him as their place was also inundated with flood water. I had nowhere to go.

S the ex contacted me though. He said he'd be here. That I wouldn't be alone. But then of course he disappeared. He just never showed up. No explanation. No text. No nothing. Even now I haven't heard a word from him. He is actively ignoring me. He just didn't turn up for Christmas and is now pretending I don't exist.

So there were tears yesterday on Christmas morning and again today. The isolation has been overwhelming. On a brighter note though I made a garlic and thyme beef tenderloin with roast potatoes and a homemade mushroom sauce, a giant Christmas salad, and mini pavlovas. It was hours and hours of prep time. There was no shortage of delicious food in the apartment. There was just a shortage of people to eat it and an overwhelming sadness that I didn't have anyone to serve it to other than myself.

I had a chat with a close friend last night about the monstrosity that has been my love life over the last four years (let's do a recap: two bosses both already in relationships, an ex who flits in and out as he wants, and a guy I genuinely fell for who actually just wanted to screw me at work. Monstrosity is an accurate word). Despite how much I hate it and despite how hard it will be to venture back out there at this, the heaviest body weight of my life, I went back on the apps this morning. There was a resounding cheer from the three friends I told... I think they just want all the drama of the last four years left in the past. I understand their frustration but I'm sure it doesn't compare to my own at living it...

It was the loneliest Christmas I've ever had. Once again I set out determined to have a good Christmas and Christmas had its way with me. But I don't want to be in this place again next year. I want to be able to share it with someone who cares about me. So I guess I have to do this, so that even if I don't meet anyone in the next twelve months at least when Christmas arrives I can say I tried.

This is very much my idea of hell, so please, wish me luck...

S x

PS. Oh, and as a sweet little Christmas present I also got Covid. This is despite not seeing another human for a whole week. Christmas won this round.

[popchoc]

Congrats on 3000 and hurrah for more prompts. I'd like to read your take on 5 (do you love her) for Gini, please </3 (ps read your note, I will say hi via dm, hope that's ok too)

Gigi Ghorbani & Dani Nuñez, The L Word: Generation Q

5: Do You Love Her

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Six nights have passed. Six terrible nights, filled with pain, tears, doubt and regret - not just for Dani, and not just for Gigi, but for the both of them. 

Yet for the first time in months that's something they don't know about each other.

Ironically enough they find themselves on the same park bench where they had lunch over a year ago, a few hours before the best chapter of their lives started - or at least that's what Dani believed until only a week ago. Right now she doesn't know what to believe anymore.

Just like then, they're sitting a full arm’s length away from each other. Out of reach, in so many ways.

"Thanks for coming," Gigi speaks up quietly, "I wasn't sure if you would."

Dani gives her a sullen look. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Because last time you threw a bunch of oranges at me," Gigi shrugs.

Sighing in frustration, Dani shakes her head. "Wrong answer."

"Wh—" Gigi blinks in uncertainty, then exhales deeply and lowers her gaze. "Because I hurt you," she corrects herself. "I let Nat kiss me - that should never have happened. And I... I don't know. I acted all weird. Giving you these mixed signals. But..."

"But what?" 

Dani's voice is sharp like a raiser. Nevertheless Gigi forces herself to meet her eyes.

"But you hurt me, too."

"Good," Dani thinks, but she doesn't let her anger win this time. "How?" she asks instead.

When Gigi draws a shaky breath, a wince of pain flashes over her face; a pain that's not just caused by broken ribs.

"By dismissing me," she answers. "By punishing me for the confusion I tried to share with you. For the fact that I wanted to figure things out. Not just for me, but for us."

"Us... and Nat?" Trying to keep calm, Dani shifts in her seat. 

Gigi nods. "In a way, yeah. I'm sorry, but she became part of this mess."

Dani bites her lips, restlessly and harder than she probably should. She needs to ask, needs to know, but what if...?

Shaking off her fear, she looks Gigi straight in the eyes. Here goes nothing. 

"Do you love her?"

"Yes." 

Gigi's quick and honest answer hits Dani like a punch in the stomach, making her gasp for air.

"I- I would lie if I said I didn't. I will probably always love her. But not in the way I love you," Gigi goes on. "That part I'm sure of."

"What does that even mean?!" Dani blurts out, fighting the urge to walk away again. "That I'm a nice fling, but she's the actual love of your life?!"

"No!" Gigi exclaims. 

Instinctively, and ignoring a new wave of pain, she scooches closer - yet that only makes Dani flinch away from her. After another deep breath she tries again, a little calmer this time. 

"No, it means the opposite. Nat is the mother of my children. She's family, and I love her as such. But you... Dani, you're it. I'm so, so in love with you. Deeply, still and - I'm sorry, but - probably forever."

Dani stares at her, then narrows her eyes. "You sound pretty sure. I thought you were all confused?"

"Yeah, well, let's say I got hit... again! By you, leaving me. Turned out I prefer heavy car crashes over being without you."

"Gigi..."

"Look, I know I was an idiot. And I wasn't fair to you. But I see it now. I see that once it comes to it, my kids are my number one. I'm not apologizing for that. I would never choose anyone over them - not even you. They are the ones who come first - and thus who first come to mind. And with that, Nat is just... in the same frame. That doesn't mean she shares the same meaning though. She doesn't," Gigi emphasizes. "Not ever again."

Her stream of words is followed by a long, heavy silence, awaiting Dani's response.

Dani, taking her time, sits back and blows out her cheeks, closing her eyes for a second. When she finally faces Gigi again, she looks tired, but also slightly less agitated.

"I'm not apologizing either," she sighs. "For the oranges, that is. But I am sorry for leaving you behind like that."

Exhaling in relief, Gigi shows her a small, cautious smile. "For dumping my ass, you mean?"

"Well... yeah." 

The light shrug of her shoulder is followed by the faintest hint of a grin. Gigi catches it though, gaining enough courage from it to shift closer again. And this time Dani doesn't move away.

Gigi turns towards her. "You think there’s a way you could... undump me?"

Looking pensive, Dani tilts her head at her. 

"I think after this week we both have some recovering to do," and then, chuckling and with the first real smile in six days, "How’bout we start with a fresh squeezed orange juice?"

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celebration prompts (closed)

[liz-allyn]

Life update requiring advice

How to stop feeling stupid when you give the wrong answer in a room of 45 people to a question that was so easy a 9th grader to could answer it in their sleep but I can't even tho I'm a year away from graduating from one of the most selective programs in my country

🌌

Update:

You’re not stupid, so don’t say that.

Update on me: I lost my keys today. I needed them specifically to get into a padlock on one side of my garage. (We have 2 padlocks — one for each door.) When I was inside the garage on one side, I realized that I needed something on the other side (note: our garage has so much junk you need to access it from different doors), and therefore I would need to luck the other padlock. So I need to get my keys. So I go inside the house and spend a frustrated 30 minutes looking for my keys, feeling dumb and irresponsible and a mess and regretting that I was going to have to tell my husband that I lost our keys, who does that, and just as I texted him that I didn’t even remember the last time I used those keys, I realized that the keys HAD to be in the first garage door padlock, because then I would’ve never made it inside the garage. My keys were 10 feet from where I had been standing.

Doesn’t make me stupid. Makes me feel like two different parts of my brain aren’t in sync. I’m having trouble “doing the thing” and remembering where I am in relation to “the thing.” It’s okay if those parts are out of sync sometimes, because I know for where I’m lacking in one area, I have unique talents in another area.

And so do you!!!

But now inquiring minds want to know: what was this question that supposedly an 8th grader would know?

Ps did I ever mention the time I was saying goodbye to my friend in a parking lot after dinner?

[harrysmimi]

A Little Surprise

Synopsis: One where Harry surprises his love with tickets to concert of her favourite artist.

Professor!YN x Current Era!Harry

Ps. Not proofread also.

More of my work

Now YN's always been a sucker for romance. Well, she grew up watching romantic Bollywood movies.

But with Harry it was like she was living the hopeless romantic life she always wanted to live. And let's be honest Harry is as much of a hopeless romantic as her if not more.

He's send her random flowers when he's on tour or away from home, bring a bar or two of her favourite chocolates when he'd go over to hers, of course make love to her in all away he can think of whether it's sexual or not.

Both of them had very different love languages they used, Harry preferred to give gifts to her, take her out to eat or on last minute trips, whilst YN tried her best to make his life easy by cooking for him, or just leave little notes for him everywhere to find. She was very creative in her own way but she is more of an introvert than him to plan very extravagant things like he does. She doesn't mind stepping out of her comfort zone for him though.

Now Harry is away somewhere in Europe finishing up his last tour before his small break as he's getting married soon whilst YN is in London, busy as hell as it was end of the semester and all of her students have suddenly decided to show up and submit their assignments and projects. Plus she had a few wedding plans to look after as Harry is not home. Plus her dress fitting was getting on her nerve.

It was Harry who had convinced her that she should go to Phillipa Lepley to get a couture dress made for the Christian ceremony of their wedding (her brothers had told her that they'd be paying for the outfit she'd be wearing during her cultural ceremony as for custom and to help their sister), she had to go in every week to get het another mock up fitted to her size. That one thing Harry had not been nosy about and pay gor it all himself, it took everything in him to not contact Phillipa and get on to pay for the rest of the dress. He had to shut up and do his own things he had taken up responsibility for, plus YN was a little frustrated with the dress.

The thing is, YN isn't the one to stay in one size nor did she tried to. It was difficult for her to either stay as she is or loose weight to what was last month. But it's not something she was worried about it, constant visits to the store, long train rides were making her more and more tired and she needed a small break which she couldn't do on weekends. The dress making team was very, very, very patient with YN though.

YN was getting ready for her yet another fitting appointment when Harry had face timed her. It was just when she was making breakfast in hurry as she had pressed snooze on her alarm way too many times. Harry was coming home by night anyway but he wanted to his lovie.

"Hey, darling I need you to calm down okay?" Harry said watching her go crazy to find honey to put on her pancakes. She did found it but stopped.

"I should not eat this." She said and Harry k ew exactly why.

"No, come on eat up your breakfast I don't want you getting sick okay?" He warned her but lovingly.

"I-"

"Doesn't matter YN, you can't stop eating for a wedding dress!" He interrupted her.

"Okay," she agreed and sat down by the coffee table propping her phone against a pile of her doctorate books.

"I'm sorry for that," Harry said, "you just don't have to stop eating and put yourself through misery, okay? If you say so we can get married in our PJs, I'm down for that."

She chuckled, "yeah, but no the dress is already coming together."

"And how's the other one coming together?"

"Jasmine said it's all done and made, a few fitting arrangements can be made a week or two before." YN shared shoving her face with pancakes.

"That sounds good, can't wait to see you in those." He gave her a kiss through the phone.

YN wasn't allowed to talk about his outfits though, not him, nor even to Harry Lambert who was obviously helping him. She knows her ways with words - which used only when needed - Harry knows that but Lambert doesn't so he had banned her from talking to him for a while. He wanted it to be a complete surprise as well.

"I've got to leave now so I can come back home. See you tonight love." He gave a wave. Just to be funny he pulled up the neck hem of his shirt to his ears.

"Is that my shirt?" YN asked.

"Is it?" He looked down, "oh yeah, it is." He huffed casually.

"No wonder I couldn't find it!" Ahe shook her head.

"Well you steal my clothes all the time." He pointed at the Packers hoodie she was wearing even though she had zero knowledge about American football. She wore it because it smelled like him and he left it at hers before he left for tour.

"You left it here, now it's mine." She protectively hugged the piece of clothing on her body making him laugh.

"Now I really gotta go baby, I'll see you tonight yeah?"

"Yeah, I love you." She picked up her phone from the coffee table.

"I love love more." And he hung up when he heard Jeff yelling at him as they were getting late before saying, "buh-bye baby!" And give her another kiss through the phone.

He can't really keep to himself when he's with her, especially in a private setting. He's obsessed!

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Like expected, YN had a very long day, plus she was feeling a bit sick and she missed Harry as he's been away for a month now. Ordered take out when she got back home as he's going to there any minute.

Dorothea was sitting by the door as if she can already sense he is going to come over tonight and she gets to get his attention and cuddles. YN wasn't very keen on the fact that her boyfriend (now fiancé) had stolen her cat but now she's fine with it.

YN heard a little thump as Dorothea jumped down of her cat tree to welcome her dad. She let the take out boxes be on the counter as she walked out too, following her fur daughter.

"Oh hello love," Harry cooed seeing the cat rub herself against his legs and purring. He closed the door making sure she doesn't run away not that she have, just to be safe.

"Hey baby!" Harry crooned in contained to see his love in person finally after a month and a week. "I missed you so much!"

His bags made thuds as they were dropped on the floor so he can huddle his love with kisses and hugs and cuddles. YN hugged him back.

"I missed you too," she mumbled burying her face into his chest, taking in familiar scent of him.

"How did the fitting go today love?" He asked, still holding onto her and pressing casual yet loving kisses on her head caressing her hair gently.

"They had to up the size more today." YN sighed pulling away from the hug so she can get to kiss him properly. Harry gladly dipped his head down to press a longing kiss on her mouth.

"It's okay, it's their job." He assured her, "it's their job to make your day even more special with that piece of garment. Don't worry about it, yeah?"

"Hmm." She nodded, "you can go change I ordered take out from your favourite place."

"Oh, I can smell it already." He smiled.

Dorothea was already chomping away her food when Harry was done taking a shower and changing into her PJs. YN had already brought out the take out.

"You alright, you look very tired baby." Harry sat next to her.

"Yeah, I'm a little bit tired. But I'm fine." She shared.

"You sure, do you want to go see a Doctor or something? You look very drained out darling." He ranted worriedly.

"I just need to sleep, I'll be fine." She lean forward to plant a small kiss on his cheek.

"Okay if you say so," he sighed knowing there is no winning with her, "but I've got a tiny surprise for you."

"What?" She looked caught off guard. He picked up his phone and pulled up something.

"This," he handed her the phone.

"Two tickets to Billie Eilish!" She squealed reading from the digital tickets.

"Yeah, ow—" Harry was tackled to the ground with a bear hug, mumbling how much she loves him. "Awh I love you too baby!"

"All tickets were sold out, how did you get those?" She asked.

"I've got my ways," he smirked his classic lopsided smile.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch," YN winced in pain as she quickly got up from him, holding onto her stomach.

"What happened love, you alright?" Harry asked, frantic.

"I don't know must have pulled a muscle or something," she chuckled in pain, "it's good now."

Harry let out a sigh, "you fucking scared me!"

"Sorry," she said in a sing-sang voice leaning forward with a puppy face. Taking the advantage Harry moved forward to kiss her, slotting their lips together he levered her back until she was flushed against the sofa. With his hands on her hips he swiftly had her made sit on the sofa.

"What, what you doing?" YN asked pulling away from the kiss.

"I don't know where this leads yet," he shrugged. "Where do you want it go?"

"Why don't we move to our bed and dinner can wait," she suggested.

"Mmm, dinner can wait," with that he picked her up to figure out where this little kiss leads.

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Now Harry was sleeping like a baby when he was woken up hearing his fiancé throwing up in the bathroom. He rushed in there to find her humped over the toilet emptying everything she ate last night out.

"Hey, hey it's okay," he pulled her hair in a ponytail as he rubbed her back in soothing strokes. "You good now?"

"Hmm," she nodded pulling herself together.

"What got you sick? Did you eat anything?" He asked getting out the tissue box from one of the cabinets.

"I don't know," she shook her head taking a few tissues from the box to wipe her mouth. "I'm exhausted!"

"I know baby," be cooed, "it's okay, I'll get you some water yeah?"

"Mhmm." She nodded again.

Harry mind was racing as he padded out to kitchen, filled a glass of water and padded back to where YN was now brushing her teeth. He'd never seen her this sick. Plus she have a very healthy life style, she sleeps well, eats well, never drinks or hardly, even rarely eat out. There is no way that the last night's take out has something to do with her throwing up as that restaurant is well reputed, though one can never be more cautious. He waited patiently for her to be done.

"How long have you been sick love?" He asked, taking notes of her exhausted features and sunken eyes.

"Past three days maybe." She mumbled into her towel patting her face dry. He handed her the glass of water he got her, "thank you."

"Did you eat out or something? We can go to doctor." He suggested, watched her gulp down water.

"I didn't eat out, and I'm fine I promise." She assured him.

Harry actually forced her to be seated and relax with a cup of tea whilst he made something for breakfast, even gave Dorothea her food. She did looked very exhausted sitting there as the cat brought her paper ball to her to play throw.

What is to come next is a little (or not you can judge) TMI; just before he flight for tour he wanted to have a quickie. They had no protection to use but he promised to pull out, which was boo worthy of him if she actually is pregnant. But she was the one who initiated the second round which defeated the purpose of a quickie. So they're both even on this.

Now the real exam was going to be to suggest her to rake a test. He took the breakfast out and sat down next to her.

"Do you maybe wanna take a pregnancy test?" He asked once they were done with breakfast, very hesitantly scared thinking all of the possibilities she might take it. He couldn't think of any alternatives to ask that question.

"Oh," was her reaction. If this was a pregnancy scare it would be the first. "Yeah, okay." She nodded and went to look for tests in the cabinets but couldn't find any, and one she found was expired.

"You want me to go get one?"

"Yes please," she nodded, "just realised haven't got my period last month either."

"Okay, okay don't stress. I'll be back in ten yeah?" He pressed a kiss on her forehead.

He quickly grabbed his phone and car keys before he headed out. He also made sure to quickly grab some of her favourite snacks and chocolates as she didn't eat much for breakfast. No matter if she is pregnant or not he's going to make sure she's well fed and healthy.

He'd gotten back home earlier than he told her. Bumped into few of YN's neighbours on the way up who seemed to be University students.

Now Harry knows when YN goes silent she is in deep thoughts, whether she is angry, upset or sad or when something is bothering her, which he thinks is the case this time. He gave her all the space she needs when he handed her the tests he got.

YN in the bathroom. Lord help her having to process the feelings she was going through. It was going to create huge scene, at least in her family. She's not married, yes she is engaged, she doesn't live in her husband's house yet. And many more old fashioned comments which were destined to cone her way for sure. She took the tesr and left it on the counter to go just hug and cry to her Harry about all this.

She needed to get it out somehow. For sure she knows he'll be there with her no matter what, she jist felt the need to cry now.

"Harry?" She walked out to find him in kitchen.

"Hey, what does it say?" He asked.

"I don't know, I just kept it there." She took two careful steps closer to him, enough so she can snake her arms around his middle and bury her face in his chest.

"Hey it's alright, I'm here with you," he wrapped her in a warm embrace, he caressed her hair gently knowing that sooths her. "What's up, darling?"

"I don't know Harry, it's just, it's just... I don't know." She sighed, "I have a feeling it is going to turn out to be positive."

"Hmm, do you not want it to be?" He asked knowing her answer very well but she has the will and right to change her mind even though they have talked about this a million times.

Even in the earlier time of their relationship together, especially when they were both just friends for a long time, she'd talked about wanting to have kids after she is married. Apparently it would cause a big ruckus in her life if she have a baby befire she is married. And she was in no rush that time. But she's been talking about it especially since they've got engaged, how she feels ready to have a family if he is. Though she knows Harry's work won't allow that for a little while, but it doesn't hurt to dream, does it.

"I want it to be," she got defensive.

"Why you seem so scared then?" He pulled away enough to be able to take a look at her.

"You know, plus do you really want this if this is really happening?" She counter asked a question.

"It is your decision my love, it's your body if you want to keep this pregnancy then sure we can — we don't know yet but it's good to talk about it — if you don't want it right now, or if you don't feel like we don't have to." He explained his thoughts, "but I'd want a little one keeping us up, pooping and peeing and throwing up on me. That sounds exhaustingly amazing!"

"You want to go look at the test now?" She suggested.

"Mhmm," he nodded and guided her to the bathroom. Feeling bold he picked up the test with the digital screen thingy himself just to be hit like a bus. "It's positive!"

"This one is too," she picked up another one.

"Oh my god!" He gasped as realisation hit him. "You're pregnant, baby!"

"Yeah!" She nodded looking at him awe. His eyes were teary as he looked at the other test to be sure himself.

"Wait," he stopped his celebration for a moment, "do you want it?"

"I told you, yeah!" She said.

"We're having a baby!" He screamed, pulling her in a bear hug.

YN chuckled, "but what about your work?" This made him pull away enough so he can talk to her.

"We can settle down now, I'm thirty-two now — woah that feels old! — I've got couple of movies coming up but that's about it, I'm done with the tour. Can take it easy now and focus more on my... Home." He layed out his improvised plan in front of her. Staring at her with loveful doe eyes as he tucked her loose hair behind her ear. "We can rent another flat near your Uni until we find a good home in a secured neighbourhood. I will take care of the baby when you have your exams coming up, take them out on little date. It's just going to be Daddy and the Baby dates no Mummy allowed, will look after them when you're working."

"And as for you family, we don't have worry about them. People are gonna talk shit if they wanna talk shit. We can't please everyone." He went on with his ranting, talking a little faster than he usually does, "I know we did not exactly plan this but if we're both in it then nothing should stop us. I'll be there with you every step of the way, baby, I promise!"

"I know, and I love you."

"I love you more!" He cooed, taking both her hands to place them on his shoulders he wrapped his own around her waist. "We're having a baby, we're having a baby, we're having a baby." He sang swaying in circles to no music in YN's tiny bathroom. Nudging his nose against hers he mumble sung his improvised song dancing to no music in celebration.

"We're going to be parents, we're going to be parents," and he changed the lyrics to his song looking dead in her eyes, making her giggle softly. He closed the millimetres of space between their mouths and slot their lips together.

He was going to have a kid of his own, he's going to be dad. He's over the moon dancing with the person who's going to make him a dad and home their baby for next nine months in her womb.

"I can't wait to see what's in store for us in future," he whispered.

"Me either," she whispered back.

"Do you still want to go to the concert?" He asked now lifting his head off of hers but still swaying in circles.

"Mhmm, wouldn't want to miss Billie Eilish concert!" She smiled sheepishly. "But I have to make an appointment for tomorrow first."

"Hmm that's important," Harry nodded, "but... we're having a baby, we're having a baby." He pulled her towards him again guiding her out to the living room as he swayed to his own music.

"We're having a baby!" She repeated to make it more sound more legit to herself.

......................................................................

At the concert, YN was very grateful off the tickets Harry got them. VIP section in the pit, it was meant to be fun. YN was rocking her Billie merch, Harry borrowed one of her shirt too so they could match. Even Anne, Gemma, Jeffery and Glenne were there.

Now YN and Harry have decided to keep the new to themselves and push the wedding date for after the baby is born. She is indeed pregnant, her doctor confirmed it. Even told them that their baby is a size of a small Cherry by now as she's eight weeks in. Harry found that very fascinating, and now he can to see thier baby grow and be born already. He was crying mess when he heard his baby's heartbeat for the first time and got to see the little grainy blob on the screen moving. That was a scene of yesterday.

But now, now, Harry isn't necessarily a fan of PDA. He believes he doesn't need to show his love for his fiancé to everyone else when she knows how much he loves her, there is no need for that. But when you're at a Billie Eilish concert listening to Ocean Eyes live, one couldn't help but sway with the love of their life. That's exactly what Harry was doing. He could seriously care less about people around with their cameras pointed at them.

YN was making her own Instagram stories too by the way. It was a good thing her account is private.

Harry had her arms wrapped her upper body caging her arms underneath his but still letting her film the memories. He sang along to her as he rocked them side to side. YN even managed to get many selfies with him and puther phone away for good.

"I love you baby." He whispered in her ear softly.

"I love you too," she reciprocated, holding onto his wrist. "Thank you for bringing me to the concert."

"Don't have to thank me," he huffed, a little offended of her thank you, "our baby can brag that their first concert was Billie Eilish, like their Mummy." He managed to keep his voice low enough just so she can hear him.

"Yeah," YN laughed.

"Is that Ms. YLN?" A girl squealed to her friend catching YN's attention.

"Oh my god yes! She's a Billie fan too! We stan!" The other one did not try to be subtle at all with her talking. Harry laughed hearing those girls.

"Are those your students?"

"Yeah," YN nodded, "they should be home studying, they're here."

"Hey come on, you're here too!" Harry defended those innocent students of her.

"They have their exams coming up not me." YN rolled her eyes.

"Oh my god her boyfriend is so fucking hot!" One of the squealed.

YN giggled her evil laugh, "true that." She leaned back on him comfortably.

"Urgh, you're giving my ego a boost darling." He rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Oh my god, Bad Guy!" YN gasped when Billie started singing Bag Guy. Gemma joined them as they danced away with song, Harry started with his Robot dance which YN followed quickly and so did Gemma. All in all they all had fun at the concert.

Them expecting was a little surprise for both of them which they decided to keep from everyone (at least for a while). They've planned to tell their family when they feel like it which is not happening, at least for a couple of weeks or even a month or until YN starts showing a little.

Harry had told his mum that he's working on a confidential project that he can't talk about yet, which she believed, when asked why they have pushed the wedding date ahead.

Now all there is left to figure out is their living situations, which was not a big deal in itself as they both basically live in YN's flat now. It can be taken care of eventually.

N O T E :

Fook!!! I loved writing this so muchhh 😭 this one is like my second favourite one shot I've written lol. :)))

Hope you like it too. Pls vote and comment as it helps me write more. Also, a reminder, my requests are open so you can feel free to reach out. Love. M xx

[student-in-nightraven]

Hi hi! You seem like a cool person so I had an Idea for some of the Twisted wonderland characters

I know spanish and usually speak it when I'm frustrated or upset, so what if Mc is just really stressed and Crowley pusses them a little too much? Then they just go off in their mother language?

No rush and take your time! Do any characters you want i just thought it would be funny ^^

I LOVE THIS IDEA SMMMM an mazing request! (Also thank you for the compliment you're so sweettt(≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠))

Ps. I myself don't know Spanish so I used Google translator and we know how bad Google translate is so if there are any mistakes do forgive me!

The sound of an annoying bird man was heard clear throughout the NRC halls, Crowley was assigning you for (another) a mission,he was starting to get more and more naggy day by day and it was getting very irritating.

"Prefect perfect timing! I have a new assignment for you. As you know the cafeteria needs cleaning so therefore you can do the job, and to add . . ." Crowleys blabbering was fading away as you were starting to lose your temper, this man had the NERVE to give you more work after all you've done?? Nah that was not acceptable

"and wipe the botanical gardens floors too while you're at it, oh! and-" "ENOUGH YOU ARROGANT LITTLE CROW. VETE A LA MIERIDA HOMBRE CUERVO TE CORTARÉ LA CABEZA Y COMERLO HIJO DE PUTA " our dear prefect was yelling at Crowley, the whole nrc went quiet and stared at the scene that unfolded, everyone was shocked, riddle was having flashbacks to when HE lost his temper, cater and ace were cheering you on while Trey and deuce just watched thinking if they should stop it or not, if Leona was asleep then, he sure was not now, he was feeling proud, ruggie was laughing his ass off meanwhile Jack was preparing to calm you down; Azul was just shocked, his mouth was agape and stared at you with wide eyes, he did not expect that from you dear prefect, not in a bad way of course! Jade was enjoying the scene, finally something interesting has happened~ Floyd was cheering you on along with cater and ace "go Shrimpy!!" No one had ANY idea as to what you were saying but they know you were cussing that mf out, epel was taking notes before Vil covered his ears to which he protested at first but the glare on vils face shut him up,(same with Jamil and kalim) Rook was just as shocked as azul except also intrigued, Idia happened to pass by with his tablet and luckily he knew Spanish so he was surprised but was rooting for you (ofc ortho was made sure not to be around) I have no idea how Malleus heard about it, probably from Lilia, Lilia was cheering for you quietly while laughing, sebek also happened to be around at that time, carrying around a sleepy Silver who woke up to the sound of you yelling at the poor headmage, he was too sleepy to comprehend what was going on, sebek was kind of proud?? Like he yells all the time so GOOD JOB HUMAN NICE LOUD VOICE tho ofc no one does it as good as he does😍👌/j. so when malleus heard about it he was shocked too, tho he agrees as to why you got mad it only makes sense after all, perhaps he might have a chat with the headmage, tho I'm sure he won't be needing any of that, you scarred Crowley enough~

As for Crowley as malleus said he had never been this scarred, confused, surprised he was gonna scold you but...

" JURO QUE TE MATARÉ CON MIS PROPIAS MANOS TE AHOGARÉ CON MIS PROPIAS MANOS " you yelled more as you made choking gestures with your hands.. yeah crowley will shut up now.. my man will have the moment where he's scared to turn to the other side of the bed where your not facing the wall now.. but hey he hasn't given you any more assignments!!!plus the other students are more wary of what to do to not get on your bad side soo You won!!!!🥳

[kkokopi]

Hellooo, I hope you are okay 😊, i just read the "their crush catches them staring" and I loved so much.

May I request a (y/n) who is from another country and when she gets mad (not necessarily with them but it could be) she stars cursing and talking in another language? And them they just be like "wtf are you talking?"

I really like to see a Brazilian (y/n) with Shinichiro, Mikey and Chifuyu but you can change if you want, I really don't mind :)

Ps: I didn't find your rules so I hope me request is okay

Aaaa I really love the idea of this! I feel like the boys would get all shocked pikachu faces and look at y/n like she grew another head 😭😭 As a bilinggual I often find myself code switching to a different language especially in expressions and sounds of frustration or when my grandparents would tell me to repeat what I say in my native language because they say english is wayy too fast (I'm filo btw)

Hearing their s/o speak in their native language

includes: shinichiro, mikey, chifuyu

warnings: swearing

wordcount: 2115

NOTE: so this is the first time i'm ever doing sumthing that involves another language and I did a little research on the words I've decided to put but please feel free to correct me if I used some of the words in the wrong context or if the translation i've put on the word is wrong

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write this hope yall enjoy!

shinichiro

As a boyfriend he prolly already knows that you can speak a different language

but

that doesn't stop him from blinking back and getting surprised whenever he hears you though

cue the core memory he had when he heard you speaking to your grandma over the phone one time

it was all normal until it wasnt

from the start of the conversation on the phone, you had your grandma on speaker and he understood every bit of what yall were saying

at first, he thought he started disassociating when he thought he heard you start speaking gibberish

has a confused face and blinks back like 🙂

"i just understood what they were talking about a second ago and now 🙃🙃"

literally doesn't know what to do whenever you speak a different language like does he say anything or do you need a hug or a pat

so he just awkwardly stands there in hopes you'd explain whst just happened

It was one of those days where you were bombarded with hell works from uni. Having already pulled 3 all-nighters this week and still a massive pile of essays needed to be done and god let's not get started on your thesis paper. The only thing that had you fueled right now was the two bobas you had earlier and now an iced latte.

So much for the last month of your senior year

With squinted eyes you could see the clock read 11:09

Not knowing shinichiro had been behind you, who had been sitting by your shared kitchens table, watching for what felt like 10 minutes still somewhat drowsy having just woken up because he noticed you weren't in bed with him yet.

Uni really did take most of your time and he always did applaud you for being quite the model student but at the price of your health he wasn't just going to stand back while you overworked yourself to death

"I wonder if tonight's gonna be another all-nighter" you say aloud before opening up your laptop to start on those hellish essays.

'How many needed to be done again' you think as you count the ones that were nearly due on your laptop's sticky notes

(A/n: do people still use sticky notes as a reminders tab for hw or is it just me huhuhu)

one...

two...

three...

An unamused chuckle left your lips then had your tongue kiss against your front teeth, "damn this is really gonna be the death of me" you mutter as you checking over the requirements needed for the first paper you chose to start on

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Running a hand through your hair," Foda-se essa merda" (fuck this shit) you say before you started drafting out what you want to put on your essay

Shinichiro who still stood behind you, who usually had no clue what you were saying whenever you spoke brazilian but this sure as hell gave "screw this" vibes

Letting out a chuckle he brings both his hands to your tense shoulders and kneads at them before kissing the top of your head, "it's cute when your mad and speak in your native language" he feels you squirm and whine in response to that sending him a small glare before looking back at your screen

"We'll do just that one essay tonight and let's get you to bed, the others aren't due for a couple more days anyway" he adds as he grabs a chair to sit next to you

bonus:

"So what'd ya say earlier?" shinichiro yawns sleepily his head down and cheeks squished by the kitchen table

"Fuck this shit"

"Figured," he laughs, "Damn my portugese really do be on point these days"

mikey

for mikey you're pretty sure you told him but he ends up forgetting so the first time he heard you swear in a dif language (which he doesnt know is a swear ) he was shookt

like eyes wide looking like a shocked pikachu

at first he starts to think he just didn't hear you properly or he wasn't paying attention or that you just mispronounced a word but then it happens again and again

thinks its sum sercret code you aren't telling him and he gets pouty over that

you tell him its cause you have a habit of code switching into languages when ur in a mood

feels betrayed you never told him but you remind him that yes you did tell him and he mustve forgot

asks you to teach him basic greetings and sum swearing

thinks some words are cute and fun to say so he uses them a lot and brags he knows how to speak in brazilian portugese

he goes "oh this?" "it's portugese, ya my s/o taught me" "cool right?"

Today was a saturday and you and mikey normally spend them alternating from each of your houses to chill and hangout but what turned into you two just hanging out chilling turned into a family reunion he wasn't expecting.

It started with a phone call from your mother, who had went on a trip abroad to visit your auntie and her other siblings since she and her family had grew up in Brazil and mikey only just found out about that fact a few moments he had learned you could speak the said language.

"Mama!" you beamed just as you picked up the call, mikey by the back goes oh and shouts, "Auntie (M/n)! Tell her I said hi!"

"Mikey says hi," you tell your mom who you put on speaker and says hello back. A ruckus could be heard on the background and a voice asking "quem e mikey?" (who's mikey) only for your mother to respond "o namorado da minha filha" (my daughter's boyfriend) to which sounds of gasps and excitement and some hushed whispers could be heard from the other line

You laugh, "was that Auntie?" the response only met with the person in question

"(Y/n) hello〜" you hear the voice of your aunt chime to which you do the same before loudly greeting, "Tia!" (Auntie)

Exchanges were made and Mikey hears you hum in response before saying, "Tudo bem," (everything's great) before glancing back at him with a smile to which he smiles back patiently waiting on you like a puppy and then you add, "E voce" (what about you?)

From there the conversation had stretched on from there and Mikey could feel himself disassociating with every foreign word as he looks around confused, he pouted cause all he wanted was a saturday to spend time with his s/o but then again he thinks when the last tike you had even talk to your aunt was that mustve been long too so he forces himself to patiently wait since he knew family really is priority

and seeing you so happy, carefree and speaking so naturally despite it a language that was foreign to him had him smiling, he cant deny the way that your happiness brings him happiness too

Soon you had sat on the bed back with mikey who had laid his head on your lap rubbing his head on your belly

"Tchau tia" you say while running a hand through your boyfriend's hair

"Tchau my lovely niece ," she replies back but not a second later

"Mikey kun tchau tchau, sorry you had to wait long" she adds making you laugh and mikey to perk up from his place on your lap

"s-sem problemas" (no problem) he says looking at you if he's said it right to which you happily nodded

your aunt was amazed and complimented his skills and for being so smart which boosted his ego quite the bit (you swear your aunt exaggerates too much)

As soon as the call ended mikey snuggled back into you "can we hangout now?" mikey asks with a pout, "felt left out a while back now take responsibility" you laughed at that and mikey sat up to your confusion.

"So tchau tchau means bye right?" mikey asks with a serious face to which you respond with a hum

"thought it ws adeus hmmmmmm i like tchau tchau better," he says before going back to his position on your lap

bonus:

After mikey met up with draken for a little lunch discussion and both had to leave mikey saw his opportunity.

"ken-chin tchau tchau!" he waved before driving off

draken who stood with a confused face muttered the words, "tchau tchau? the hell is that?"

chifuyu

thinks its really cool you could speak brazilian portugese or like a different language in general

loves it but once again this boy is in the clueless squad with shinichiro whenever he does hear you speak it

boy really be lost sometimes

and no he's not talking bout those one-liner phrases but those full on rants you have in the language

the boy would have to rely on your facial expressions and actions to see if what you were going on about is a good or bad thing though sumtimes he can't really tell anymore

first time he heard you speak said language he was wundering if he had heard you right or if you even were talking to him

you were muttering on about something and he hadn't quite the clue so he was just intently watching you while you murmur to yourself

to be honest he'd be more curious and intrigued than shocked when he finally pieced that you infact were speaking in a different language

one of your bonding moments include word of the day where he'd ask you what random objects you guys had in your language and stressing over pronounciation and intonations

You were pacing around your room with your phone in hand muttering in portugese, that was the state chifuyu found you in when he unexpectedly came over to hangout which had been approximately 15 minutes ago.

To anyone else, it might've been a weird sight but having known you and your quirky habits he had grown accustomed to it.

Though the first time he did see you pacing around the room muttering in a foreign language he thought you were performing some sort of ritual though he knew well enough now that it was a worrying habit you had. That whenever you were uncertain of something or if you stressed yourself over something too much then a switch would flip inside of you, your brazilian switch, because you thought more rationally whenever you were more in a comfortable state, a state which feels at home to you

So knowing you were worried about something but not knowing what that something was about sent chifuyu at unease. So the last 15 minutes he had spent waiting in confusion waiting for you to spill the beans whenever you were ready

"Se voce fizer isso," (if you do this) you started, "voce vai se foder..." (you might fuck it up/ get yourself in trouble)

After letting out a whine you lay back flat on your bed with on of your arms covering your eyes

"calmed down yet?" chifuyu asks and you shake your head no

"can you tell me why you're worried this time?" he pries a little

"i did a stupid" he hears you say

"A stupid?" he tries to see if you would start spilling, honestly a little curious what "stupid" you did to make you go so fussy about

"eu nem sei" (i dont even know)

"hey hey I won't be able to understand if you start code switching now"

"dont laugh" you pouted before looking him straight in the eye as you sat up

"why would i laugh"

"because!" the event seemed to have rushed back into your head as you whined and buried yourself in your pillows out of embarrassment.

"c'mon now (y/n)" chifuyu says as he tugs on you but you only hugged into your pillows tighter.

"I sent in the wrong assignment," you say and chifuyu stops his tugging and runs a hand through his hair and leans back on your bed

"it's not that ba- "I accidentally sent in my Iwaoi fanfic instead and I can't unsend because its locked in!" you exclaimed burying your head a muffled, "now my teacher is gonna know I ship them! and-and aaaaaaaaaa" your scream muffled by the pillow, "I can't anymore aaaaaaaaaaaa this Ruim pra caralho" (fucking bad)

Chifuyu couldn't take it anymore and a laugh escaped his lips as he pat down on his distraught s/o who only whined at him more and swore in her native tongue at how he was laughing at her.

I'm really sorry for having this kinda rushed but to all my bilingual and multilinggual babies out there a question for you! What triggers you into code switching or what triggers you to speak in your native language? Enjoyed? Leave a tip :)

[choibinn3]

GET IT TOGETHER, JUNGWON!!

[ four. O_o Yang Jungwonnie ]

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⋆·˚ ༘ * in which jungwon had meant for that love letter to go to yeri, and not you—her bff. for some reason though, he finds that with each moment he spends together with you he's closer and closer to forgetting all about that damn letter.

luv note - chloe moriondo

WRITTEN PORTION. 1.9k words

btw remember that second hand embarrassment tag?? yeahh....

ps. this is bad, very, very bad and cheesy so be warned (its meant to be, but youll still feel pain lol)

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student council room.

Jungwon could feel his hands clamming up, but he instead urged himself to just swallow down his nerves. For the past week he thought the biggest worry he had was his parents and Student Council work.

Not potentially losing friendships and breaking your heart.

"Jungwon? Are you still there?" your voice asked. It was slightly muffled by the door, but still distinct. "I had to tell Hyuka to go back without me."

You, he remembered. He had to fix this. He had known you since you were both in kindergarten, incidentally somehow being in the same classes up until High School. Still, he didn't know you though.

You were closer than acquaintances, maybe a little less than friends, and definitely not more than people with mutual friends. With everything that had been happening since the Student Council election, he had assumed he'd get closer to you naturally. It just never happened though, but he enjoyed your company when he could.

Yeri on the other hand, he was connected with. Being both Student Council President and Vice President meant they worked together often, and he found himself being drawn to her sweetness. He enjoyed their dynamic and their current friendship.

The way they worked complemented each other, and she always found a way to make him smile—it seemed as though her kindness and generosity knew no bounds. Plus, she related to him in a way none of his other friends did.

Late, after class and after hours, they'd both talk casually while doing paperwork. Jungwon's parents were hardheaded and stubborn people, wanting the best for him and yet stressing him out. They were the whole reason he ran for President in the first place.

He couldn't find it in himself to hate them though.

Yeri was the same, and she supported him throughout all the difficult times he went through because of them. She was soft, so level headed, fiercely loyal, and unbelievably pretty.

They had been partners and friends for a little over a month, and Jungwon was sure he wanted to at least try with her. It was young, new and unfurling feelings, it was something he wanted to find out.

Your energetic personality was charming, but that was all it was. It didn't strike his heart in any particular way. Jungwon was almost 100% sure there was no way Yeri would ever date him after this, but he needed to prioritize your feelings currently.

He just hoped Yeri and him could still be friends afterwards though—because being a liar was the one thing Jungwon wasn't.

"Yeah," he called out, "still here. You can just come back in now."

He watched as you nervously peeled back the sliding door of the clubroom, inching inside to peer at him. You walked closer to stand in front of him, and Jungwon smiled in hopes of easing your anxiousness.

You threw one back, although a bit hesitantly. "Jungwon," you started, twiddling with your fingers. He simply watched—wanting to at least let you talk a bit. Crushing your feelings now would be nothing but brutal. "Honestly, I was really surprised with the letter. Do you... remember back in 3rd grade?"

"No? I'm sorry, I'm not good with memories from Elementary School," the doe-eyed boy replied. He was telling the truth, grade school felt like ages ago and he just hasn't had the time to reminisce on childhood memories.

You held your hands up in a defensive manner. "That's fine! Um, you like... Uhh, how do I say this..." You made gestures with your figures, hoping to convey it to him in one way or another. God, this was dumb.

Jungwon observed silently as you laughed at your own stuttering. Endearing, came to mind. That was cute.

In the Council Room and in class, you were always particularly enthusiastic and excitable. Seeing you bashful was a very different side of you for the black-haired boy.

"I sent you my own love letter once. Like, a long, long time ago, and you sort of rejected me? I think."

"You think?" The boy held back a laugh, but quickly composed himself. He wasn't laughing maliciously, just... how could you be unsure of such a thing? "I'm sorry, but I still don't remember."

"Yeah, that's fine!" You nodded, embarrassed from his almost-chuckle. You did not want to seem like an idiot in front of him today. "Actually, I don't remember much either, but you didn't reply to it."

Jungwon gazed at your brows furrowed from trying to think of more words to say, and suddenly he felt a tonne of guilt fall onto him. His expression grew solemn.

Quick, get it over with, before this would get any worse.

"Look, YN—"

He had to shut his mouth almost immediately.

"What I'm trying to say is—!" You took a deep breath. "I've liked you since then! Since years, and years ago," you finally blurted, closing your eyes as to not see his reaction.

"You're the only one I've ever felt this way towards. I thought once I grew up this warmth would just... go away, but it hasn't and I don't think it will. I was honestly going to just swallow it all down hoping I'd get over it before we graduate, but I couldn't. My feelings were overflowing—I just found myself finding more things about I liked about you instead."

Your goal today was to not embarrass yourself, but to hastily tell him you liked him too before sprinting away. It seemed as though nothing was going to plan so far, for neither of you, actually.

Jungwon was left unable to speak from your surprising declaration. You took that as a sign to continue. Whatever happened next was something for future you to panic over.

"I like your dimples, that smile you make when you're passing by strangers in the hallway, and the way your hair falls when you comb through it. You're admirable in everything you do, truly. The way you help underclassmen, the way you always make sure to assist teachers during your free periods, and how you never seem to complain or get frustrated when we make mistakes."

You had nurtured your feelings for what felt like forever. Even when you were technically rejected back then, and even now. At first, you thought that he would be a passing crush from when you were a kid—but he wasn't. He grew into his own so much so that you found yourself admiring his leadership, compassion and thoughtfulness with each day you watched him.

"I like how mature you are, how you still find the time to care for your friends even with Student Council work, the natural way you light up any room you walk into, how I could honestly hear your voice talk for hours on end, how even though we haven't spoken much you still remember my favorite color from when I told you during introductions, I'm rambling gahh, just—all of it! I like all of it, everything about you!"

Everyday of harboring your secret affections for the boy consisted of soft glances during his speeches, wishes to be able to encase his hand within yours to interlock your fingers under the table during meetings, and wantings to be more than what you were to him. It was alright for a while, but it had started to become painful.

All crushes are painful, you told yourself in 5th grade, watching him start to receive confessions from your classmates.

"—I like you! I've liked you since the 3rd grade, and so I accept! I really, really want to be with you Yang Jungwon. Please take care of me!"

They were all painful, but you were given the chance to make yours not. To make your feelings real and acknowledged, to bare yourself in front of him like a vivisection—and you were taking it. Even when you were practically trembling from the embarrassment.

Jungwon was stilled from the shock. Heeseung had already told him of your long held feelings, but hearing it from your mouth while you had your eyes shut tight made him flustered.

How were you able to do that so shamelessly? To be so vulnerable and weak in front of someone? He had to write a whole letter, albeit a bit poorly, and somehow you were able to say it all.

He's received confessions before, felt those kind of feelings, but he wouldn't have been able to yell out those sort of things ever—no matter how strong his feelings were. You were dangerously bold, he thought.

Bold enough to send a bright heat to overtake his cheeks.

You looked up finally after mustering enough courage from his lack of speaking, only to find yourself blinking at a red-faced Jungwon. Oh my God, he's blushing...! YOU did that.

The both of you stood there for a while, thinking the same thought of what is even happening? Is this real, or have I just been in a daze for the past few days? Jungwon's eyes were comically wide and his mouth was gaping, but he couldn't find it in himself to close it.

The thought made you gain confidence all of a sudden, finding the opportunity to do something you had always wanted to do. Quickly and stealthily, you went onto your tippy toes—

and kissed him on the cheek.

Jungwon felt your lips on the smooth expanse of his skin, and smelt your scent from the intimate proximity. It was a chaste gesture, almost no where close to his lips at all, but he heard his heart beating against his ribcage nonetheless. It thrummed in his ears like a drum, and he wanted to whisper for it to stop.

For it to not be swayed so easily.

It was the innocence of such a thing that got to him. Not once had Jungwon held hands, kissed, or even confessed to someone up until now. Of course, you suddenly getting so close and pecking him with your hands balled up would send his heart into a flurry.

The usually put together Student Council President in front of you let out a strangled noise from the back of his throat, the tips of his ears and face becoming rosier. His throat was closing up, God, why was his throat closing up? Not now, please. He couldn't even remember what he was meant to be saying.

You smiled at him, happy to be rendering him to such a state. It was one of the most impulsive things you've done up to date, but you couldn't find yourself regretting it.

This was what those coming of age dramas on TV were describing—it was the start of one of those cheesy, really bad High School romances. Fervent, mushy, uncertain, but so tender it made your heart ache for hours even after watching.

As you retreated slowly, he caught a glimpse of your bright eyes, downcast lashes, and—holy shit you were so close. He could see the particular way you curled your lips.

He had to hold his breath.

Jungwon watched as your expression morphed into one of slight mischievousness, and an inkling of something softer, before you dashed out the sliding doors—

"Wait!

The sudden motion made him gain his words back, but you were already through the hallways with your hand on your bag.

—leaving him with nothing but the memory and the patter of your footsteps. So fast, so much speed, were you in track? The past few seconds were nothing but a blur of confusion and feelings he didn't want felt.

What just... What just happened?

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TLDR (but whyy :( pls read it); jungwon goes to do take backsies on his confession, u kiss his cheek, he goes coocoo bananas!!!

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i wanted to emphasize how new his feelings for yeri :] if u could guess what this could mean. alsoooo... did u notice how fast this went ? i intended it to be rushed and "in the moment" like it was in the scene hehe