#acceptance na lang

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Ep. 2

This guy has a straight face but his personality and thought process definitely fucking balls

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been playing sdv for like 3-4 days straight with sis....the way she's actually way more obsessed than me 😭

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❝𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲.❞ — SEVEN.

A story in which Yeonjun is your troublemaker guardian angel.

Introduction. | One. | Two. | Three. | Four. | Five. | Six. | Seven. | Finale

𖥻 Pairing: GuardianAngel!Choi Yeonjun x Reader (Female)

𖥻 Genre: Angst, fluff, guardianangel!au, served with 9.5k+ words

𖥻 Warnings: swearing, getting tipsy, lazily edited

𖥻 Playlist: Akin Ka Na Lang, Je Te Veux, Love Is You, Sweet, The One That Got Away

There were 2 things to grieve. Losing Yeonjun and trying to accept that he lied to you after all that you had been through. Actually at this point, there were three.

Knowing that your future would no longer contain all the plans that you and Yeonjun put together in the time you two were together. There were still many things you wanted to do with Yeonjun, and because he was immortal, there was more relief since it meant that you wouldn't have to worry about anything bad happening to him. However, his immortality wasn't the main issue- it was the fact that he left and lied to your face, knowing that you loved him so much.

It was so hard to get out of bed. Every morning you would wake up relieved, thinking that his departure was just a nightmare until all the memories came back. Each night you slept with a physical ache in your chest, never ceasing even if you tried to distract yourself. The only time you would find peace was falling asleep after crying for hours, but of course the peace wouldn't last long. When the sun's rays disturbed your sleep the next day, you would wake up and have no motivation to do anything. The cycle would repeat with no peace in sight.

And it's typical and cliche to say that no man should ever have this grip on you, but this time it was different. It was Yeonjun. He was in your life for a couple months and you grew dependent on knowing that he would always stay by your side. Where was he now though? Did you have another guardian angel watching you? You couldn't handle it. He was supposed to stay "chained" to your soul, accompanying you to heaven. At this point, you didn't even want to go to heaven! You didn't want to go anywhere or do anything.

Instead you covered your shaking body into the heavy covers. Unable to move to the middle of the bed, you kept reminiscing about Yeonjun as per usual. That side of the bed was his and cruel enough, the pillows still smelled like him. There were traces of him everywhere so even if you ever decided to forget about him, he never completely went away. Sometimes you would find feathers. Sometimes one of his socks would be on the floor. Sometimes when you were hungry and wanted to drown your sorrows by eating ice cream, his mint ice cream bucket would be in the back of the freezer- another harsh reminder that he left before even finishing it. Everything was just too painful.

Too wrapped up in the thought of your angel, you failed to notice that Beomgyu knocked on the door. He hadn't seen you for a while and neither have your friends which became worrying. On your end it was just radio silence though Beomgyu and Aera tried calling you many times. Since you were ignoring Beomgyu- or so he thought, he decided to show up to your house, knowing that you were inside. When you didn't respond to the knock however, he simply grabbed the spare key hidden underneath the door mat. After all, it was his last resort.

"Y/n?"

You swiftly turned your head to the side, peeking from underneath the blankets surrounding you. On the other side was Beomgyu, a worried expression painting his face as he analyzed your face and the mascara stains you didn't bother wiping off.

You sat up immediately, sniffing as you brought your knees to your chest.

"Oh... sorry, Gyu, I didn't hear you."

Now Beomgyu turned the door so it rested against the wall. Frankly, he was so worried about you that he began to get upset with your radio silence. It was kinda shitty that you weren't responding to anyone for 2 weeks or so, but then again he was extremely worried. He could tell that you were a mess as your hair was all over the place along with the crusty dried mascara marks on the pillows and your face.

"Of course you hadn't. Y/N, what's wrong? No one has heard from you for weeks! And where is Yeonjun? It's like you two disappeared!"

You gulped, hearing Yeonjun's name. Though he disappeared from your life without a trace, there were small things that were like nails to the chest. Only now Yeonjun seemed like a distant dream. It was a harsh wake up call knowing that all of this was real- Yeonjun was gone. Your future was gone. Everything was gone.

Beomgyu picked up on how you winced at Yeonjun's name. His face fell, not wanting to hear the bad news but knowing that it was coming.

"Y/N? Hey, what's wrong?"

You burst into tears, not being able to hold in your emotions anymore. You felt so pathetic for letting him see you this way, so down and depressed. He had never seen you like this before and though he encountered your sadness multiple times, it wasn't as intense as this. Beomgyu pursed his lips, taking a seat on the other side of the bed. You felt sick. That was supposed to be Yeonjun's side.

"Yeonjun and I broke up, Gyu. We broke up and I'm so-" you felt your throat tighten up as you tried to suppress a sob, "he's just gone and I don't know what to do with myself."

Beomgyu calmly nodded, sending you a sympathetic look. He didn't expect your relationship to end so quickly, not with the way you two looked at each other with so much love in your eyes. He only sighed as he pulled you into a hug, shushing you as you tried to explain the situation to him. It broke his heart that you were so sad. And of course, he thought you two were a perfect couple so it was extremely unfortunate to see that it didn't work out.

"Hey, you don't have to explain everything unless you don't want to. Just cry it out so you can get some coherent sentences out, okay?" Beomgyu stroked your hair, weaving his fingers in the tangled mess that had been stuck for days. It reminded you of Yeonjun- gosh, when will you ever stop being reminded of him?! You nodded as you hiccuped, shutting your eyes as if that would shield the mental hurt.

As selfish as it was, you pretended that Beomgyu holding you was Yeonjun. Though he was the cause of your pain, he was still the solace that you needed in his absence.

Unsurprisingly, things weren't going well in heaven either. Almost everyday Yeonjun was acting out in heaven, getting into his usual mischief. However, his trouble wasn't like before. It seemed deliberate, as if he was asking for punishment. Everyone could tell that he was a mess and even though the mighty Seraphim board made many complaints, Yeonjun didn't seem to care. His entire soul was haunted by the memory of you and there was nothing that could calm him down. And if he had a physical heart, it wasn't just aching. It was on fire, burning into a crisp because you were no longer there with him.

Taehyun, the head of the Seraphim, took pity on Yeonjun. The Seraphim had many punishments for him, but Taehyun refused to send out any harm to Yeonjun. Truth be told, the Seraphim head felt a lot of pain seeing how Yeonjun was acting. He knew that he loved you so much. He saw the way Yeonjun was holding you so gently, afraid to wake you as you snored into his arms. How could your relationship and love mean that much to Yeonjun? Though he didn't understand that depth of romantic love, he still understood that it was love no matter how much older and confused he was.

Honestly speaking, trying not to send Yeonjun back to Earth was very hard. But he knew that God wouldn't approve since Yeonjun went against him. He couldn't help but wonder, why was he getting into trouble knowing that he had a bunch of punishment on his plate already? Not even from God whose wrath would be worse, but the Seraphim of all? They felt disgraced watching Yeonjun's mischief become more intense as the days passed.

Taehyun knew that he would have to speak up soon, which is why he called the younger angel to see him, in front of the door with all the magical bubbles inside. He was hoping that his plan would work and Yeonjun would stop making a ruckus. Yeonjun only rolled his eyes when he saw him, to which Taehyun dismissed. Silly enough, love was making him act out when it was the reason why he was there in the first place.

"Why do you need me? Are you going to punish me?" Yeonjun deadpanned, no emotion behind his voice.

Taehyun only frowned in response, crossing his arms.

"Yeonjun, I just don't understand. You keep acting out knowing that there's so much punishment for you ahead. Why?"

Yeonjun shook his head, looking at the ground. He didn't want to respond, not to a stupid question like that. Taehyun didn't know anything and he had no right to ask anything after taking him away from you- an ill assumption really, since it was Yeonjun making the bed in the end.

"If this is what we're doing, just send me home. I'm only here for my punishment, not for silly questions," Yeonjun scoffed, refusing to look him in the eye.

Taehyun's stance remained strong, though he wanted to (genuinely) hit Yeonjun for acting like a moody emotional teen. He needed to give him one more shot at no longer pissing the Seraphim off and since he felt enough pity, he was willing to do whatever to make his plan work. Many had grown tired of Yeonjun's antics, especially his friends that had to deal with his moodiness everyday. This plan had to work.

"Yeonjun, please. I know you hate us all right now, but do you want to see Y/n or not?"

Yeonjun's face lit up with a speckle of hope and his whole body tensed up. He didn't know what to expect. This could be a trap, but as far as he's concerned, he just wanted to be with you.

"What... what are you talking about?"

Taehyun just smirked, pleased at Yeonjun's surprised expression. Seems like there was hope for this emotional angel in the end.

The superior angel slowly turned the doorknob behind him, leading Yeonjun into the mesmerizing bubble room where many lives were floating at his hands. Yeonjun, absolutely confused, let his eyes wander everywhere, hoping that he would foolishly find you. He knew it was selfish to even look at you at this point due to all the pain he caused. And yet, he replayed the image of seeing you the last time just to gain some comfort.

Finally, Taehyun grabbed your bubble of life, looking deeply into the scene before him. He cleared his throat before passing the bubble towards the younger angel whose face immediately fell.

Yeonjun gulped, letting his thumb gently stroke the bubble. His eyes immediately watered as he stared at you, tears running down your face. Your pain was too much for him as he barely noticed that you were crying in Beomgyu's embrace which was failing at comfort. He pursed his lips as he watched your friend's fingers delicately run through your hair, truly understanding how fragile you were. His eyebrows furrowed as Beomgyu pressed a soft kiss against the top of your head, seemingly ignoring how wet his shirt was along with your hair. Slowly his chin nuzzled against you which was a stark difference to you whose hands gripped onto the end of his shirt.

Yeonjun sighed, his facial expression softening into regret. This was what he was afraid of, although it very well contradicted what he wanted for you. How could he be jealous at a time like this? Even though he wanted you to be his forever, he knew he couldn't give you what you deserved- a normal human life. One with children and an aging husband. You didn't deserve what Yeonjun could provide and though he could tell he made you happy, he decided that it wasn't going to be enough for you. So although he wanted to be the only one in your life, his burning desire for your success at a fulfilled life was far greater.

Taehyun watched carefully, observing Yeonjun's body completely relax. He seemed weak in the knees as his fluffy wings folded behind him, too sad to stay up. Slowly Yeonjun turned his head, this time being able to look at his superior in the eye. His caramel eyes were already tearing up as he sheepishly asked, "is there any way I can talk to her again? Please? This is killing me."

The superior angel shook his head, letting his bangs cover his eyes. It was hard to see Yeonjun like this.

Yeonjun bit his lip, somehow cradling the bubble closer to himself in an attempt to bring you closer.

"Please, Taehyun. I know I've been getting into trouble, but that's because I only want to see her! I know you know that, but it's just-"

"You get into trouble, Yeonjun. I just don't understand why because you know if you do well here, you might possibly get to see her sooner."

Yeonjun curled deeper into himself, letting the bubble ground itself on his crossed arms. He let himself fall against the clouds below himself, resting his chin against the top of the bubble.

"Because at the same time, I know I don't deserve to see her again. It's pulling me apart- the desire to see her and knowing that I'm not worth any of her time seeing how much I hurt her. And I want punishment for that, which is why I act out. If I hurt myself, then only then do I feel like it's enough to pay my crime."

Taehyun watched Yeonjun's tears fall, silently bouncing off the bubble where you were trapped inside, crying for your angel as well. The only thing to do now was take pity on him. Taehyun groaned, knowing the repercussions of his actions. But seeing Yeonjun on the floor, desperate for you was enough to send him to the edge.

"Fine. I don't like punishing angels, though it may seem like it. I'll let you go to her, but know that there's not a lot of time. I'll give you a day, Yeonjun, but you're going to have to face God since this isn't His plan. Are you willing to take that consequence?"

Yeonjun perked up, his eyes growing wide at Taehyun's generosity. He gently set the bubble beside him, standing slowly and regaining his composure. He had to double check what his superior said, because there's no way that he was offering a day with you.

"W-what? Are you sure? Don't joke around with me, Taehyun."

Taehyun smiled, nodding his head in defeat. How could he be kidding around?

"Just think about it. I'm sure you want to go."

Yeonjun reconsidered the option again, looking back at Taehyun and the bubble. He watched Beomgyu hold you, whispering over and over again that it was okay. The guilt gnawed at his heart as well as the fear of disobeying again. If he went now, then he probably wouldn't be able to witness you growing up. And at the end of the day, that's what he wanted for you. A normal human life.

The mischievous angel's lips formed a line, deciding that it'd be too selfish and wrong for him to go out. Taehyun chuckled, walking towards the door. He knew it was a hard decision for him.

"That's okay. You may stay here for however long you please."

Not responding, Yeonjun sat down again, pulling the bubble into his lap. The door creaked behind him, a high pitch that he didn't pay attention to in the slightest. Darkness ensued, contradicting the luminous glow of every bubble around. Of course, the only thing he could focus on was you. And like you, the only comfort he found in all of the heartbreak was making sure that you were okay.

Somehow, Beomgyu was able to pull you out of your trance by luring you out of bed with food. He decided that delivering the food to your door was better since he could keep an eye on you and at the same time, not let anyone see you as a mess. You were extremely grateful that Beomgyu was by your side this entire time. He was one of the friends where you could seek comfort despite his silly nature. You were grateful that he was the one beside you right now. Of course you had friends like Aera and a super close sister, but you knew you could trust Beomgyu completely.

He watched as you toyed with the utensils, staring back at the food he graciously bought you. It was hard seeing everything on your plate. Thank goodness Beomgyu bought your favorite food. It looked great and delicious as always but your lack of appetite made it hard to enjoy.

Beomgyu broke the silence, letting his spoon clink against the fine plate. "So... do you want to tell me what happened?"

You pushed your food again to the side, opting to play with it so you would no longer focus on your nausea. Feeling rather guilty, you shot Beomgyu a weak smile as you laid your elbows against the table.

"Well, he just got up and left. We had no problems after he came back from visiting his relatives, so I thought everything was okay. I just don't know why he would leave without a word and since then, I've heard nothing from him."

Beomgyu raised an eyebrow, letting himself chew for a moment before responding.

"And there was nothing that made him leave? I mean obviously it's not your fault, but maybe he had a reason."

You sighed, looking up to the sky. Would it be wise to tell Beomgyu that Yeonjun was really out of this world? You weren't sure. He would call you crazy if you told him that your blue-haired troublemaker was actually your guardian angel. Then again, not saying that wouldn't be good either. You knew you could trust him for he would never tell anyone, but you were scared he would label you off as crazy. Keeping the truth was driving you crazy though, since you knew that Beomgyu was there to help you.

Said boy could tell that you were struggling to find the right words, battling the internal struggle that prohibited you from saying the truth. He gave you a look, turning his head to the side as if to egg you on.

You couldn't help but smile at his action a little bit, taking a bite of your food as he watched you, bewildered.

"Promise you won't call me crazy? But in order for you to maybe understand why he left, I think it's only right to tell you."

That seemed to catch Beomgyu's attention as he fixed his posture, straightening up his back.

"Oh no! Don't tell me. Did he give you the "I don't deserve you" spiel?"

You laughed, shaking your head which lightened the vibes. "No, Yeonjun is not like that..." you sighed, again finding it hard to believe that he left you.

"I know that you won't believe me, but I promise I'm not lying."

Beomgyu furrowed his eyebrows, surprised that you thought he would accuse you of being a liar. He had no clue what you were going to say next, but surely it couldn't be that bad.

"Yeonjun is um... my guardian angel."

"WHAT?!"

Beomgyu spat out his food, quickly grabbing a napkin nearby while you giggled at his reaction. He shot you an incredulous look, squinting his eyes. He obviously didn't believe a word you were saying but he also knew you weren't a liar?

"Yeah..." you passed him a glass of water to ease his embarrassment, "please don't think I'm crazy or anything of the sort. I know it's very hard to believe, but just trust me."

You didn't let him get a word in as you explained the rest of the story, noting how strange he was acting when he came back through the window. You told him the insecurity that was practically dripping from Yeonjun's words and how he clung unto you as he cried. It was a hard story to tell as you tried to recall every detail, careful not to sweep anything under the rug because Beomgyu might find a clue. More than anything, you needed hope. Hope was enough to keep you going in such a cruel situation.

Eventually Beomgyu spoke up, covering his mouth with his hand in serious thought.

"I'm sorry to say this, Y/n. I'll start this off by saying that what he did was wrong, but I also understand him- if he is actually an angel. I think his insecurities definitely caused him to leave, and I think it's rather selfless of him in the end to be thinking of the rest of your life with a strange relationship. Leaving you with no explanation wasn't right though, and I'm sorry."

You gulped, eyes darting away from his. Talking about it made you feel better, but it only made the realization of his departure sink deeper into your wounded heart. The deafening silence between you two brought back memories of that very night. How grateful you were to be able to reminisce about Yeonjun yet unlucky because of how much you needed him at that very moment.

"I know, Gyu. I wish he was still here; I wasn't ready to say goodbye yet."

It shouldn't be possible, but the person you hated for leaving was also the person you needed comfort from the most. It was funny to say, but Yeonjun would know what to do and how to make you feel better, even though he was the cause of your heartbreak.

Just like that, a week passed by. The days were slow and you forced yourself to go back to classes and fill your schedule with things that would make you forget your current predicament. It was easier said than done, though. You swore your mind absolutely loved making life hell for you, since it'd say "oh, Yeonjun would love this!" or "the last time you were here, you were still with Yeonjun!" Every minute was torture but you knew you couldn't live like that forever, cooped up in your bed, waiting for your guardian angel to come back.

Even breathing was hard enough, but you were able to push through it. Surely, you could live without him. You experienced life before he was even there. It's not like he was by your side when you weren't aware... but this time, his departure felt final and you knew that you wouldn't be seeing him for a long time.

Aera picked up on how grumpy you were when you worked on assignments together. Beomgyu told her everything about the breakup, leaving out the convenient part that Yeonjun was actually an angel. You didn't mind; you couldn't bear to repeat the story again, enforcing reality as a result. On the other hand, you weren't sure if you could tell Aera and yes you two were close, but your friendship with Beomgyu was different. You knew she wouldn't judge you but honestly she probably wouldn't give the best advice. She was the type of friend to give solutions rather than listen- which was great of course, but wasn't what you needed right now, as selfish as it sounded.

"Hey! Are you listening?" Aera tapped on your shoulder. You dropped your pencil, startled. You kind of forgot that she was there and you sent her a weak, guilty smile.

"Yeah, sorry I didn't hear anything. I'm still just shaken up after what happened with Yeonjun."

Aera sighed, defeated, resting her head against your shoulder. You only looked at your half-assed work on the library's wooden table, feeling like a terrible friend for not really wanting to talk. But then again, who could blame you? It was extremely cliche, but Yeonjun truly was your everything and now he was gone.

"I really liked Yeonjun. It's messed up. I knew he loved you and you loved him- I shipped you guys so hard! I just don't understand."

"Me too," you agreed after a moment of silence. The knot in your throat stopped you from saying anything more- not that you had much to say anyway. It was still hard to admit, even weeks later. Yeonjun leaving was alien-like to you; it didn't seem like he ever would leave your side, not with all his promises.

For a couple of moments you two just sat there, working comfortably even if there was a bit of tension in the air. It wasn't anything between you two; it was the topic of Yeonjun being brought up. The sounds of the pencil scribbling made it easier to focus on your assignment as you tried not to let the thought of the blue-haired angel distract you once again.

Aera hummed, making you look at her. It was out of the blue which meant that she was cooking up a thought, a habit that you picked up on ever since you two had become friends. Knowing that you were looking, she smirked, all of a sudden acting smug. You tilted your head to the side, confused and slightly insecure that something was wrong with your face or your outfit.

"What?"

Her smirk turned into a smile as she slowly pulled out her phone from her pocket.

"You want to know how you can move on from Yeonjun?"

You could basically guess what she was going to say and you quickly shook your head, mistakenly hoping that she wouldn't suggest-

"You should go on a date!"

Aera shoved the phone in your face, waving it around. There was a picture of one of her friends that you had forgotten about but met before. It seems that she was planning to suggest this a while ago and your study hang out was the perfect time to catch you while you were halfway occupied. She had pulled up his instagram page in the time while you were studying, choosing the cutest picture so that you would have to agree. You wanted to throw up, unreasonably feeling like you were cheating on your guardian angel- the love of your life. It was incredibly foolish.

Wanting to forget Yeonjun, you took a step into the unknown. It may have been a decision you would regret in the future, but it was better than moping around for a boy that may never return. In addition, your friends would probably appreciate you trying to move on instead of hearing about heartbreak all day. You wanted to please Aera despite how broken you felt on the inside. The benefits outweighed the odds at this point, so why not?

You groaned, shutting your eyes before whispering a hesitant yes. In response, Aera squealed, wrapping her arms around you as you plastered on an obviously fake smile. She was so happy... unlike you sitting there beside her, thinking about how Yeonjun would be unhappy knowing about the date.

Even though you were unsure if he was watching from wherever he was, you still felt sick to your stomach. Your heart would forever be loyal to Yeonjun no matter what. Your thoughts were also solely focused on him, tied to the thought of the most handsome boy you've ever seen. On the bright side though, maybe the future date would help you move on. Maybe just a little bit- enough for you to forget about him for a night.

Above Earth there was a disheveled Yeonjun, still gently rubbing the bubble as he watched you converse with Aera. For the past few days and nights, he's been watching your every move, making sure that you get home safe and eat well. Unfortunately, the second option wasn't going well for you which made him worry even more. He wasn't sure how long it had been since it was dark in that room with the exception of the iridescent bubbles around him, but he knew it was too many days away from you.

He would lie and tell Taehyun that he was only watching you because you didn't have a guardian angel, making you susceptible to dangerous situations. Taehyun allowed it simply because he couldn't have a human unprotected- he knew it was wrong. So although Yeonjun gritted his teeth, lying (they both knew he was), it was the best option with you in mind.

This time he was eagerly listening to your conversation with Aera. As always his heart sank whenever you spoke about him with a sad tone, but alas, he knew was the cause. If anything, he should have and was expecting it, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt any less.

Mindlessly listening as he thought of your memories, it wasn't until Aera mentioned setting you on a date that he perked up. He raised his eyebrows watching your hesitancy turn into a small glimmer of hope. There's no way you were considering it, were you? Well, it had only been a couple weeks since he left, so it was genuinely too soon to embark on another lover.

Realizing that he was rather hypocritical, he forced himself to listen even if his heart was breaking into pieces.

"So you'll go on a date with him?" Aera questioned, shoving you playfully as you rolled your eyes.

You shook your head in defeat. Albeit, there was a small grin on your face as you quietly whispered an uncertain...

"... Yes."

Yeonjun frowned, battling in his mind whether he should leave. Taehyun gave him the opportunity, but fear was holding him back, along with his insecurity and pain. He gulped, pinching the skin between his eyes as he sighed. It would be so incredibly wrong of him to come back in your life. Yet, he pondered, looking deeply into the bubble where you were. You were too beautiful- how could he ever let you go, even if it was wrong of him?

In the end, that was the whole point of your relationship! Yeonjun was your guardian angel and he was supposed to protect you in the first place! But he ended up falling in love with you and you with him, no matter how unethical it was. You two experienced an unforgettable love together, one that didn't transpire from fate and time itself. Leaving you was a mistake Not trying to get you back yet again would be a bigger mistake he knew he would regret for the rest of his years. Spending forever in pain because he never felt the pressure of your kiss again was excruciating.

All of this thinking led Yeonjun to softly ground your bubble into the clouds below him. He didn't hesitate at the door, flinging it open as he ran to where Juno and Taehyun were. Not giving them a second, he yelled that he was going to find you no matter the consequences. Taehyun watched proudly as Yeonjun opened his feathery white wings and took a dive to Earth with nothing holding him back now. It was the most mature thing that Taehyun had ever seen him do.

Aera sent you the details soon after, telling you that her friend was dying to take you out. For context, this guy had liked you for so long, but you never once noticed him like that. You guessed that that was another reason to give him a chance, out of pity perhaps.

So here you were, on a misty Saturday evening, rolling the mascara spoolie over your eyelashes countless times. You wanted to be perfect for tonight. (Yeonjun would still think you're beautiful anyway, even if you were in a shirt of his and messed up hair). It was evident in your outfit as well since you decided to go in something that made you look all the more irresistible, in the male gaze probably. (It was Yeonjun's favorite outfit on you if you two ever decided to go out somewhere nice). Lastly, you spritzed some sweet vanilla perfume over the sensitive spots of your body, hoping that it would last the night. (Yeonjun would bury his face on the crook of your neck every time you wore it, not getting enough of you).

The date was going to be held at a fancy restaurant, one that you and Yeonjun had been at before. You sighed, tiredly putting your head on the vanity's desk. Fuck- this wasn't his night; you had to snap out of his haze and put in all your attention towards the new guy and how pretty you had to look. You weren't going to allow him to ruin tonight. He can have any other night with your heart in his hand, but not this night at least.

But it seemed that your mind wasn't listening to you as you were looking at yourself in the mirror. Physically you were as beautiful as you could be, but the inside... all it was was a remnant of who you used to be, not full of life because your life fled that particular night. Never did you think you could be so caught up in a boy but there it was, rearing its ugly head every time you took a breath.

You glanced down at all your makeup, surprised that it caught dust. You hadn't been wearing it a lot ever since Yeonjun loved you; you never felt insecure with him. It was one of the things you cherished about him, how he made you feel like you were the most gorgeous girl in the world. He never had a funny way of showing it, cupping your cheeks as he whispered sweet nothings and telling you that you were the most stunning thing he had ever seen in his millennia of being alive.

You huffed, clutching your bag as you stood up with shaky legs. You would clean up this mess later in the silence of the night, when your feelings would inevitably suffocate you. Just not right now, not when there were too many memories in your forsaken house.

Everything was a blur, meeting your date who picked you up to go to the restaurant. He was extremely sweet, acting like a gentleman who opened the door for you all the time and handing you his jacket when you got cold. You were pleasantly surprised at his behavior. Perhaps if you met him first, things would be different. He was actually pretty cute and you were unsure as to why you hadn't noticed him before.

Your throat went dry at your thoughts no matter how much wine you had. The date was going well, but you knew that he knew something was off. He didn't budge though, simply bringing up new conversations every time that one got stale or wasn't something you were interested in. He was oh so nice, too perfect that it made you feel extremely guilty for not being completely open to dating at that moment.

Yet, you could still laugh at his silly jokes or the exuberant stories he told. He did most of the talking, letting you eat one of your favorite meals although you didn't get much in your stomach due to lack of appetite. But that was okay! You were still having fun. All through the night you could only admire his energy and his warmth, causing you to smile the most you have this week.

He sent you a sugary sweet smile, laying the side of his head on top of his knuckled hand.

"You know, Y/N, I've been enjoying this date and talking to you. I know it's only the first date, but I really like you and I'm hoping that we could do this again?"

You sipped on your wine, feeling light from his words. Tonight was going perfectly, so why didn't you feel perfect? The answer was obvious but some part of you was hoping that you would come to your senses and at least gain some feelings for this man. However, if you had to stay true to yourself, you felt nothing. Yes, you liked your date and the way he was treating you, but it just wasn't right. That only made you feel all the more guilty, which meant that you had to be honest with him.

"Oh, um..."

Your eyes latched onto the entrance of the restaurant where you saw a... fluff of blue hair? Your heart dropped as much as your jaw and you perked up, your bottom hovering against the chair. No one else had that specific shade of blue- that was Yeonjun's blue! Seeing that blue was only momentarily, just a couple of seconds. You were left shocked and confused, a speckle of hope flashing in your heart. Did you just see him? Maybe you were hallucinating.

"Hey, is everything okay?" He turned his head around, following your gaze to the entrance of the door where you thought you saw him. He raised an eyebrow at your expression, wondering what you saw to have that reaction.

You shuddered, rubbing the corner of your eyes but careful enough not to smudge your makeup. There's no way he would be here, so your eyes were definitely playing tricks on you.

"Yeah, um... look," you cleared your throat, lacing your hands together nervously, "I've had a lot of fun tonight and you were awesome! It's just..." you couldn't find the right words to convey what you were feeling, knowing that it was wrong and harsh.

He seemed to understand perfectly, drawing his mouth into a straight line.

"You're still hung up over Yeonjun, huh."

You meekly nodded your head, feeling just as embarrassed as he probably felt. There was a moment of silence between the two of you as both struggled to say something- anything that would make the atmosphere less awkward. Fortunately your date was mature and nice enough to get it, gently laying his hand over yours from across the table.

"Hey, it's alright. I kind of got the memo and I know it hasn't been long since you guys broke up. But just so you know," he smiled, flashing a toothed smile to make you comfortable, "I'll be here if you decide differently. In the meantime, we can be friends."

Feeling incredibly grateful at his mature and cheeky words you smiled back, nodding once again.

"Yeah, I'd like that. Thanks so much for being really understanding about the whole situation."

Both of you knew that you wouldn't call him up again. It was a silent agreement practically, though you two enjoyed the rest of the solemn night. Soon after, he suggested that it's time to go home, ending the evening with a slightly bad note since things had grown awkward. But that was your fault, you supposed.

On the way home through the rugged roads knitted aside the grass, you gazed into the cloudy night sky, wondering if he could see you from above. The mere thought was enough to push you to tears, making your heart squeezing in your chest uncontrollably. The date backfired. It only helped you realize that you missed Yeonjun even more.

Not caring to throw off your pretty clothes, you curled up in bed again with no end to your tears. It was rather pathetic and you wished you could forget everything. The date was a success in hindsight, but not your goal- to forget Yeonjun for just one night.

How could you? Everything reminded you of him, even if you tried not to let it sway you. You couldn't handle the amount of despair you felt, not forever.

Once again you clasped your hands together, shutting your eyes with all your might. The only thing that could bring you comfort at the moment was praying, as silly as it sounded. You put your whole heart and soul into prayer, wishing that Yeonjun would just come back. Just one more time.

Unknowingly to you, Yeonjun had been in the house prior to your arrival. He stayed in the other room, knowing that you wouldn't come in. He was still on the fence of making himself known, battling between the thoughts of interfering or letting you live. He wanted to leave you alone, but he physically couldn't, which is why he pulled up at the restaurant. He made sure that you didn't see him, doing the same even now when you were at home.

But your cries and hopeless wishing words caused his whole body to twist in pain as he listened on the other side, pressing his ear against the white wall. Enough was enough for him and maybe a peek would calm him down before he did anything that he would regret. Quietly he stayed in the doorway, peering his head through the crack you made since you didn't close the door completely.

Your perfume still lingered in the air, but now your makeup wiped off from the water dripping off your cheeks. Yeonjun's heart ached at the sight of you and he couldn't help himself but throw the door open, startling you with wide eyes.

His muscles acted way before he was thinking and he threw his arms around your shaking body, now in shock that your prayer came true. He whispered, rubbing his thumbs against your wet cheeks, trying to wipe away each black tear that stained your face.

"Angel, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, please don't cry; I can't handle it." There were tears in his eyes as he said this, looking at how weak and vulnerable you were- one thing he promised not to let happen again and another thing that he broke.

You remained silent, too stunned to do anything. When you realized that he was actually here, close enough where you could feel him breathing, you pushed him away with trembling hands. Though you were incredibly weak as your muscles were failing you, Yeonjun got the hint and jumped away, somehow shocked that you were pushing him away.

"Yeonjun? What the fuck are you doing here?! After disappearing for so long?! You have no right to be hugging me after what you did!" You shrieked, backing away from him from your side of the bed.

He gulped, becoming embarrassed as he looked down at the floor.

"I-I know. I'm sorry. I just did it without thinking, but-"

You glared at him, crossing your arms. Ironic enough, you couldn't stand being near him despite wishing for his appearance. You're not going to take any of this bullshit, knowing that he could leave you again like you were nothing. You had to protect your heart and build walls around it while you still had the chance, something you failed to do when he came back the first time.

"Get out, Yeonjun. I don't want to see your face. It hurts."

His heart managed to break again at your harsh words that he knew were very well deserved. But he knew he had to fight for you- fight for something he didn't know could ever be saved after what he did. It was at least worth trying.

"Please, angel. I know I messed up, and I'm sorry for how much pain I caused you. I can explain everything, if you let me, please."

"No, I can't. You have a lot of nerve coming back here when you know you're just going to leave again. I never want to see you again, Yeonjun."

You shook your head aggressively, trying to find the right words to say. In a fit of anger and irrationality, you yelled many things- hurtful things that affected Yeonjun. Nevertheless he kept begging to explain, too despondent to do anything else but plead.

"Please, Y/N. I know you hate me," he paused for a moment as his words started to sink in, "but please let me explain."

"I do hate you, so just get out!"

He accidentally reached out to you- a habit he frequently did whenever you were upset, and you stood up, pushing him away. Against your shoves, he anchored himself to the ground, begging you to let him stay as you forcefully and physically tried to get him to leave. You failed to realize that it was his footsteps leading himself out rather than your shoves, and that hurt much more to him.

"Leave. Just leave, Yeonjun." With one last push, you sent him out the door and into the hallway. He gazed at you with a somber, desperate expression, and you knew that he knew he couldn't get you back. he looked down at the floor, more hurt than anything, as he nervously toyed with his fingers.

"I'm sorry, angel. I'm sorry."

You shut the door in his face, running back to the only comfort you could get- your bed. You harshly pulled the covers over your trembling body, trying to hide your sobs. Even though Yeonjun was the cause and definitely deserved to see what he did to you, you didn't want to hurt him anymore. You grabbed the pillow and hid your face into it, letting your hurt drown out. It didn't work and you knew he could hear everything.

As Yeonjun stayed on the other side, he felt weaker every time he heard you cry. It didn't seem like enough punishment for him; he wanted to take your pain whilst also ripping his body from limb to limb for each cry. He couldn't do that, thanks to him being an angel. For now, the only thing he could do was wait behind the closed door, sitting against it to make sure that you would get some sleep after all that happened. He would fight to close his eyes until hours later even after you let out your last sob.

When you awoke, your whole body was aching. You wiped your eyes, looking around the room in confusion. The morning rays were pouring in your room, falling onto the pretty clothes you wore last night. Rubbing the temple on the side of your head, you groaned. Drinking some wine probably got you tipsy. You couldn't really remember what happened during the date but when you got home... Many memories came flooding in your head, ones where you were yelling at Yeonjun who came out of the blue and pleaded with his whole heart to explain everything.

You jumped out of bed, grabbing onto what you were wearing, which was coincidentally Yeonjun's shirt. It was a bit big on you, slightly passing the middle of your thigh. You didn't even remember putting it on so maybe in your drunk haze you grabbed it. Yeonjun would have a field day seeing you in his shirt, but that doesn't even matter. He had no right to even talk to you, not after what he did.

Yeonjun probably left after his dramatic entrance. There's no way he would still be waiting for you since you made it clear that you didn't want him there. Even then, you weren't sure if that was the complete truth. However, you knew you had to put walls up because you weren't willing to get hurt the same way again.

Slowly opening the door, you looked around the hallway, somewhat hoping that he did stay. The door creaked quietly when you pulled it open, but there was another sound that caught your attention instead. When you followed the sound, there you saw Yeonjun peacefully snoring as if nothing happened. His back was against the wall which wasn't completely comfortable for his wings.

He grumbled in his sleep, muttering something as he tried to get comfortable. Your heart started to think rather than your head, taking pity that he spent the whole night against the wall. Noticing his dark circles, your eyes then followed to what was beside him, a simple plate of eggs and blueberry pancakes- a meal he would always have trouble with but always try to make you whenever he woke up earlier.

He probably made it an hour ago since it still seemed fresh before he decided to sleep. You leaned against the door panel, fixating against the ceiling. You couldn't look at him. He knew everything about you: the time you'd wake up, your favorite breakfast foods, and even making them when he knew he hadn't mastered cooking. Unfortunately you felt your heart softening the more you thought about how sweet he was being.

Interrupted by more of his muttering, you squatted down to meet his level on the ground. His eyebrows furrowed as he tilted his head to the other side, whispering something like "please, there isn't time."

You rolled your eyes, choosing to wake him up so he could explain. Both of you knew that you deserved an explanation after his sudden disappearance, and it's a good thing that you were willing to let him in spite of recent events. Aggressively you grabbed Yeonjun's shoulders, shaking him until he woke up with fluttering eyes.

He gulped, sitting up from his uncomfortable position on the floor. His hands flew to his back, but it wasn't the agonizing pain that shocked him the most. Incredulous to see you in front of him, sitting down with a confused expression on your face, Yeonjun's mouth flew agape. He started stuttering, a mix of sleepiness and stun that prohibited him from finding the right words. You decided to take pity on him, instead letting yourself start the long awaited and awkward conversation.

"Yeonjun, what were you grumbling about in your sleep? Something about no time left?"

He nodded his head frantically, grabbing the plate beside him and shyly offering it to you. He raised it up to your face but you pretended to ignore it with a blank expression on your face. He sighed, placing it down beside him gently.

"There won't be any time left. I just need you to come with me, Y/N. I know you hate me, but it's necessary."

Great. There were more vague sentences rather than answering your questions. Frankly, you were tired of it. He had a chance to explain everything and instead you would be the one asking questions in the end.

"Yeonjun, I can't. I don't know what you want to do with me, and I'm sure as hell not going with you after what you did."

He looked down at the floor, embarrassed of what he asked. He knew he was out of line and there wasn't anything that could help his case. "I know. But I can promise you that I won't hurt you-"

You scoffed, shaking your head. "You won't hurt me? I'm sorry to break it to you, Yeonjun, but you hurt me so much when you left. So you can't say that."

"I know! I get it. I'm really sorry, Y/N, but you really need to trust me!" He cried exasperatedly, reaching out to grab your hands. His touch was like acid, and you pushed it away as if it burned. Your unwillingness to not be near him and your coldness hurt him more than anything, even though he knew that it was well deserved.

"I can't go with you, Yeonjun. I was just starting to live fine without you, and you just had to show up and ruin everything!"

He pushed himself from the wall, coming to you with his hands on the ground to support him. "Is that so?" He inched closer to you, crawling so near that you could feel his breath fanning against your mouth. The close proximity between your lips and his made you burn, as well as the suddenly sultry look on his face. He was looking down at you with a smirk on his face.

"We both know that's a lie," Yeonjun simply stated as he grabbed a fistful of your- well, his shirt. "You're wearing my shirt right now, no?"

Your eyes widened and you scooted away to which he chuckled at. He knew you were wrapped around his finger, but you were not going to give him satisfaction with an embarrassing reaction.

"Shut up! I don't even remember putting it on- and you can't do that!"

Yeonjun just laughed a little bit while your heart fluttered. Even now he could make your heart beat faster, despite everything that happened. The way you two continued to act the way before you had made you tear up; the way things were before were perfect, so why did he have to go and ruin everything?

You sniffed, tearing up as you watched his eyes crinkle. He was always perfect, your blue-haired boy angel that you loved so much. He was right there, smiling at you, even though you thought you would never see him again. Your overflowing care for him continued to make you weak and there was no point in building up walls when you knew that you still needed him the most. That part of you would never change.

"Why, Yeonjun?" Your voice faltered, almost failing you as it came out like a whisper. "I thought you loved me. Why did you choose to leave?"

His laugh faded and he frowned, this time becoming serious. "I'm sorry, angel. I had to, or else there were bigger consequences."

You felt the familiar knot in the back of your throat and you let your tears run freely this time. It was getting harder to breathe, and you just needed the truth.

"Didn't you love me, Yeonjun? You told me you did before you fell asleep, and then you just left."

Yeonjun reached forward, delicately swiping a fallen tear from your eye. His action had you swooning on the inside, although your mind was screaming at your heart to stop. The tip of his smile was gently raised, but you could tell that he was sad by his somber gaze.

"I did love you," he caught himself quickly, "I still do, angel, which is why you deserve an explanation. When I first left, I made a complaint to the Seraphim asking for them to move me. I figured that I was being stupid because I didn't want to admit that I had feelings for you, so I came back. It didn't help that I missed you so much."

He was gentle with his words before tensing up. "The Seraphim wanted to see why I complained, so the head visited me that very night. He told me that I would have to come back to heaven, and if I did well, then I would get to see you again after 10 years- from afar, of course."

You couldn't stop yourself from crying now, feeling extremely bad that he had to deal with all of that. And knowing that Yeonjun wanted things to be normal before he inevitably left hurt even more. Although you understood his reasoning for not saying anything, things still weren't okay. It didn't make things right, the way he lied to you.

"I'm only here because they saw how much of a mess I was. Only now, we have to stand before God and make our case. I'm not sure what will happen to me," he swallowed, letting the silence coat the atmosphere before continuing, "after all, I went against His word. But I just... I had to see you. At least one more time."

Your heart shattered at his words. He risked everything to see you and would eventually face a bigger punishment. Both of you knew what he was hinting at. His existence would be erased, and he would die at the hands of God. Him coming back was basically asking for death.

Knowing what you were thinking, Yeonjun opened his arms wide open, "come here."

Not even thinking you jumped in his arms, soon creating a wet patch against his black shirt. His fingers met the strands of your hair, gently combing while you sniffled against his shoulder. He cooed, holding you close as he kissed the side of your head.

"I'm sorry for everything that I caused, angel. I missed you so much and I wish we could stay this way forever, but now we are going to have to face God together."

You gripped onto the back of his shirt, not feeling close enough despite your hug. His embrace and cologne were comforting though what lay ahead was a dangerous road. The good thing was that he was in your arms finally, kissing and holding you so gently and lovingly.

Your angel, Yeonjun was back. And though you weren't sure what your fates held in store, you knew the two of you would face it together, together at last.

Released: June 17, 2024, 1:06am (CT)

Thoughts: YAY I released the next part for eternity! I can't believe there's only two parts left to which I PROMISE I will finish soon! I have loved writing this series and it'll definitely be super bittersweet when I finally finish it. I'm already starting to miss it but yeah, come back for a great ending! I wonder what will happen <3

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[fuxuannie]

↳ pairing : dan heng x gender neutral reader

↳ prompt : hanggang notes lang yung gusto kong sabihin sayo, pero kahit alam na alam ko na di ko kaya isabi sa mukha mo, mamahalin kita from afar.

↳ authors note : for my non-filos, the prompt is essentially writing everything you want to say for a person in your notes app and admiring them from afar <3 this is me self projecting & taking this chance to practice some filo

↳ brief disclaimer : this is for my hopefully existing filipino audience! i will be providing translations and such if people want it

MODERN FILO AU

Stelle and March 7th dealt with your constant rambling of your 5th 'happy crush' this year. "Promise! Iba na to, I sweaar!" You'd giggle, but the two just gave each other a look and back at you. "Whatever you say..." Knowing damn well you've said that every single time, and they were in fact, not different.

Just like clockwork, at the same hour and at the same place, Dan Heng quietly walks by the table the three of you were seated on. His earphones in his ears as he's kept busy with whatever is on his phone, you catch a quick glance and you start to cover your mouth and giggle. "Haysss, ampogi ni crush." You'd say while kicking your feet, and Stelle and March 7th's jaw DROPS at the realization.

"SIYA??" The pair said together, slamming the table and jolting up from their seats, the same baffled expression as they looked at you. "Oo, b-bakit? Mali ba desisyon ko?" You stammered, putting your hands up in the air while smiling awkwardly.

Stelle crosses her arms, and March 7th puts a hand on her hip and the other points at you. "Ingatan mo ang puso mo bhie, reputation na rejecter yun. Sobrang cold sa mga tao nagcoconfess sakanya!"

"Super super cold yun. As in parang aircon." Stelle huffs, nodding her head in agreement to March's statements. "Ang weird ninyo, of course hindi ako magcoconfess!" You retaliate, grabbing your phone from your hand and passing it over to them. "Hanggang notes app yung rants na sobrang pogi niya, wala naman akong plano sabihin sakanya eh." You watch as Stelle grabs it from the table and March 7th takes a peek at what you were showing.

"Crush ng bayan yan, wala naman akong chance." Was the last thing you added, shrugging your shoulder as you accepted your feelings most likely not being reciprocated.

Stelle looks at the phone, looks at you, one more look to the phone and finally a disgusted stare in your direction. "Corny mo."

"Alam ko naman."

"You're hopeless." March 7th sighs, going on her phone to what you could only assume to be and check whatever notification made it go off and buzz.

[rian1023]

What a chaotic family.

In which an isekai'd person gains a family throughout their journey in Teyvat.

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The adepti were having a simple 'brunch' that was introduced by Havria, the goddess of salt.

"Havriaaa~~ One more bite-" Guizhong, her lover was cut off by an odd ring that came from her beloved.

*Ring!* *Ring!*

"Havria, might i inquire as to what that unique rectangular object you have?" Cloud Retainter asks.

"O-oh, it's a phone. A device that allows me to communicate with my family quickly. My siblings are calling..." Havria accepts the call, as a loud screaming came from the other side.

"HAVRIA MY DEAREST BELOVED ATE (OLDER SISTER) PICK US UP PLEASE-" Kunikuzushi, or kuni in short, yelled for his dearest life.

Havria sighed, what had her siblings done this time? "Did you get high without me? Or did set the house on fire again." Rubbing her head which ached.

"IT'S NOT THAT, WE WERE MAKING A JET THAT ATE Y/N TOLD US ABOUT AND SHE SAW IT, FLEW IN IT, NOW SHE'S FLYING IN THE SKY WITH NO WAY TO GET DOWNNNNN!! KHOI HAS FAINTED." Yells came from the other side as Havria hang up.

Taking a bottle of strong wine, she gulped it all down setting the bottle gently. "Havria..?" Morax said questioningly.

"Puta, mga gago sila bakit limang minutos lang na wala ako doon, muntik na sila mamamatay? Oh well." Havria cursed in the language her chaotic older sister had taught her.

(Translation: Fuck, they're idiots i wasn't there for five minutes and why have they already nearly died? Oh well.)

"Apologies i have to leave quickly before my Ate actually dies this time... Mwah, i love you Guizhong, I'll visit you soon!" Havria teleported to a waypoint, seeing her older sister in the makeshift jet. (Guizhong panicked like crazy since she would be meeting with her girlfriends family and sought help-)

Focusing on the body of the jet, she turned it into salt when it was near the ground, also adding a large amout of Iodized salt to soften the landing.

Kuni, Khoi, and Y/n knelt infront Havria, one of the most responsible siblings with Beisht, scolded and worried about her siblings for being idiots as she prepared a snack for them to eat-

"And sarap Ate!" Kuni exclaimed cheerfully. Havria had mastered the recipe of pan de sal (or bread of salt if you translate) better than you.

"Right, when this aside, when are you going to introduce us to your girlfriend?" Y/n inquired, curious about her siblings love life.

"Pff- cough cough! Ate, I'll introduce you to Guizhong later-" Havria nearly choked on her food.

"I'm quite curious as to why Ate Havria likes the goddess of dust, if anything, it seems as if you're very in love that you'd get down on your kne-" Khoi was cut off from analyzing further when you pinched him lightly.

"Khoi, we don't discuss kinks on the dinner table..." You smiled, trying not to allow khoi to continue spilling the tea. "Tell me everything later Khoi.." Beisht whispered.

"Ahem! Maybe this dinner? there will be a feast in the Guili Assembly tonight.." Havria felt excited to introduce Guizhong to her beloved sibings.

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"Guizhong, these are my siblings! This is my older sister or Ate Y/n, you arleady know Beisht, but she is also my sister, my younger brothers, Kuni and Khoi!" Havria cheerfully introduced you all, oblivious to Guizhong' inner turmoil.

"Lovely to meet you Guizhong! Ito ang ka jowa mo Havria?~"(This is your lover Havria?~)You teased her, Beisht merely giggled heartily.

"Ate please..-" Guizhong was cut off when she noticed her lover's nervousness. "H-Hello Lady Star!—" Guizhong had her shoulders pat by you. "You needn't use that sister-in-law!" Guizhong blushed with embarrassment. Beisht and the two boys just nodded.

"Right.. You already know my brother Morax and Osial, speaking of which here they are-"

"Hi honey!" Beisht chirped as Osial was surprised to see her- "Wait darling, you had siblings??" Osial asked. "You never listen do you." The temperature dropped as Beisht started ignoring Osial who tried to please his wife.

"Where is Haishan, Osial?" Beisht asked. "I-" Osial was cut off when a big ass explosion happened in the distance that seemed like fire..works.

"That looks like Khoi's attempted fireworks..." You trailed off your sentence and looked at Havria. "I- Morax that part of the land is not yours right?" Havria asked.

"I do not believe so..?" Morax replied. Havria seemed to be relieved..? "Good, i was gonna make them fix it up but I'll just bury them in the ground."

Havria turned herself to salt and used the small air particles to move herself.

Boom!

"Well shit, I think i have to get them. What a chaotic family, my chaotic family." You said as you quickly teleported to stop Havria from destroying more property, and also killing your siblings.

The end.

[forsungie]

THE WAY I LOVED YOU (TEASER)

pairings. actor park jisung x actress female reader

estimated word count. 3,000

genre. fluff, angst, mature content

warnings. jisung loves annoying the reader, lots of making out, thigh riding, size kink, friends with benefits (to be edited/updated)

“i’d like you to be the leading lady in the movie adaptation of my book,” yangyang said, “i really want you to be a part of this project and i think the character suits you so much, i know you will do her justice.”

and of course you accepted the project, it’s an honor to be part of your best friend’s masterpiece and you find the story really interesting after reading it. this movie is also going to be the first movie adaptation of his book and you’re very happy that he trusted you with this project. he is really an amazing writer and you’re very proud to be friends with him.

first day ng taping niyo ngayon para sa bagong movie adaptation project mo with park jisung as your leading man. you’ve actually met him a lot before through award shows and birthday parties of some of your celebrity friends, pero hindi mo pa siya nakakatrabaho that’s why this movie will be your first project together. nameet mo rin siya nung script reading niyo with the other casts, but you didn’t interact much with him that time, bali nag uusap lang kayo kapag nag babatuhan ng linya. halos lahat ng casts sa movie na ito ay first time mo makakatrabaho and you’re hoping for the best.

“nako, ma’am!” napailing na lang ang driver mo nang tumirik ang kotse.

“what happened, kuya?” tanong mo nang icheck nito ang sasakyan.

“tumirik, ma’am. dadalhin ko na lang sa pinakamalapit na talyer, pwede po bang sumakay na lang muna kayo—” naputol ang sasabihin ng driver mo nang may biglang magsalita.

sa kamalas-malasan mo nga naman, kung kailan papunta ka na sa taping niyo on the first day of shooting ay saka ka pa natirikan ng sasakyan?!

“sumabay ka na sakin,” it was no other than your co-actor, park jisung.

“ayun, ma’am, sakto! sir, pakiingatan na lang po itong si ma’am. ako na po bahala dito, ma’am, mauna na po kayo at baka malate pa kayo ni sir. salamat, sir, ingat po!” ngiti sa inyo ng driver mo.

“sige po, kuya,” jisung smiled and nodded, “what? sakay na,” baling naman nito sayo.

you had no choice, but to hop in dahil malelate at maistress ka lang kung mag cocommute ka pa. alam mo naman ang transportasyon at ang init dito sa pilipinas, papasok ka pa lang ng trabaho parang pauwi ka na. after contemplating for a second, naupo ka na sa backseat ng kotse— hindi naman dahil sa uncomfortable kang katabi siya, it’s just that you’re not close yet so..

“ginawa pa kong driver niya,” jisung murmured, watching you sit at the back.

“may sinasabi ka ba?” you asked when you heard him saying something you didn’t hear clearly.

jisung chuckled and shook his head, “huh? wala ah.”

ilang minutong tahimik ang biyahe at natigil lang iyon nang basagin ito ni jisung, “have you eaten breakfast? may bibilhin ako sa starbucks, isasabay ko na kung may gusto kang ipabili.”

“my treat,” he added.

you shook your head and smiled at him, “i’m good, thanks.”

jisung nodded, but he still ended up buying you an iced coffee and sandwich just in case you have not eaten yet, he asked the staff for a recommendation, which is why he got the latte for you, while he got himself an iced americano.

nang makarating kayo sa lugar kung saan kayo mag sh-shoot ng unang scene ay nakatulog ka and jisung has no clue on how to wake you up. you must be really tired from taping, he thought to himself while staring at your sleeping state.

“y/n.. we’re here,” gising niya sayo while lightly tapping your arms, “y/n, hey, gising na.”

agad ka namang nagising nang marealize na nakatulog ka sa biyahe, “i’m sorry,” sambit mo at saka pinunasan ang pisngi.

he smiled, “it’s okay.”

“thank you ulit,” sabi mo nang parehas kayong makalabas ng sasakyan.

tango at tipid na ngiti lang ang isinagot ni jisung habang pinaglalaruan nito sa kamay ng susi ng kotse. you immediately rolled your eyes when you saw yangyang grinning watching the both of you walk.

“bakit sabay kayo dumating, ha? ikaw ah,” he asked in a teasing voice.

you rolled your eyes, “nasiraan ako ng kotse tapos nadaanan niya kami ni kuya kaya sinabay niya na ko, kung anu-ano na naman iniisip mo.”

“okay, sabi mo e,” yangyang chuckled at your defensiveness.

“doon ka na nga, hinahanap ka daw doon! doon ka na, shoo!” you pushed him lightly.

yangyang laughed at your words, “enjoy your breakfast!”

jisung went to his shared tent with a co-actor and started getting ready for the taping, reviewing his script while his make-up artist were doing his make-up. he froze while reading the script when a spark of memory flashed through his mind. that’s why her perfume smells familiar to me, he thought to himself.

“jisung, ready ka na? we’ll start in a few,” yangyang suddenly asked.

jisung didn’t even notice that his make-up artist had finished doing his make-up because his mind was preoccupied thinking about you, “huh? uh— yes, ready na, susunod na ko.”

[hammill-goes-fogwalking]

coming: embarrassing but relatable, waaay too detailed German post, try your best to understand or you’ll miss something ^^ it’s about cognitive skills in neurodivergence aka autism ♾️

as much as it looks like it, I DO NOT MASK MY AUTISM (I don’t even have anything to hide, I dont do fidgeting & stimming at all) !!

… (es klingt wieder sehr überdramatisiert aber es stimmt halt, was kann ich tun)

je mehr Sprachen ich lerne desto mehr verschlechtert sich mein Deutsch… besonders seit Norwegisch und Finnisch, Estnisch :( whyyy

nie war ich die beste im Artikulieren aber NIE ZUVOR WAREN MEINE KOGNITIVEN FÄHIGKEITEN SO AM ENDE WIE JETZT. 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

Beispiel:

jemand fragt mich ,,was last du letztes Wochenende gemacht? :D‘‘

mein brain:

*ich denke dran ich was ich wirklich letztes Wochenende gemacht habe, wie war es am Samstag? Tag? Hmm mein Leben lang sage ich Tag während andere päivä zur selben Sache sagen ok interessant, warte hieß es nicht auch mal päivää mit zwei Umlauten, ja stimmt hab ich letztens noch auf reddit gelernt…. NEIN KONZENTRIER DICH ES GEHT UM LETZTES WOCHENENDE… Ende der Woche- fin de semana, über das schrieben wir doch heute eine Klausur in Spanisch, unser Wochenende beschreiben….* *boah diese Klausur war der Albtraum, darüber kann ich die Person auch mal fragen, wie er. sie die Klausur fand* <- Frage aufgehoben falls Gespräch noch weiter geht ✔️

UND SCHON SIND MEINE GEDANKEN GANZ WOANDERS

*Erinnerungen aus diesem Wochenende passieren revue*

*ABER JETZT DENK NACH!! Wie soll ich diese 2 einhalb Tage in paar Wörtern zusammenfassen*

Ok

*jetzt versuche ich wirklich, eine NEUROTYPISCHE Antwort zu finden (eine, die in gut die Normen der heutzutage Jugendlichen passt, die nicht vermuten lässt dass ich neurodivergent bin ☺️)*

(ich neige dazu immer zu altmodische Sachen zu sagen die wirklich keiner hören will (Wörter wie ,,obgleich‘‘ bspw) dann muss ich mich erstmal in die Rolle der Gleichaltrigen hineinversetzen, wie hätte bspw einer meiner Mitschüler auf die Frage geantwortet??)

*was war jetzt mit meiner Antwort? langsam geht die Zeit aus, vielleicht ist die Person schon ungeduldig (ich verliere ja den Sinn für Zeit) ich muss schnell aus diesen tausenden Gedanken RAUS*

*Die Person schaut mich so erwartungsvoll an, ich muss eine gute Antwort geben um sie nicht zu enttäuschen* (<- Autismus) jetzt sage ich etwas total sinnloses, wie ,,naja, ich fand‘s gut nur hab viel zu wenig für die Klausur morgen gelernt, muss unbedingt heute anfangen!!‘‘

*Klang meine Stimme gerade lustlos? Wie fühlt sich der andere wenn ich rede? Hmm? Es ist bestimmt etwas falsch an mir, bestimmt*

*zwischendurch auf Körpersprache achten, zeige ich Gesten zu impulsiv oder total schüchtern oder sehen meine Gesten/Emotionen bissl gezwungen aus (-was eher zu mir passt) ?? Wenn ja, was denkt der die andere über mich??*

das war nicht genug, ich sollte die Person auch nach seinem, ihrem Wochenende fragen sonst sehe ich EGoiStiscH aus… aber ist es zu spät dafür? Was wenn ich jetzt noch was dazwischenlaber, wie würde das klingen?

*ALS WÄR DAS NICHT GENUG KOMMEN JETZT DIE ✨Vorwürfe✨: sehe ich heute socially acceptable aus? Vielleicht zu verschlafen? Vielleicht sind meine Haare durcheinander oder mache ich irgendwie eine ungepflegte Erscheinung, sehe ich posh aus? Andere sagten das mal über mich und kann an der posh-Sache was wahres dran sein?*

zu spät, die Person sagt schon irgendwas, alle Dinge die ich eig sagen wollte kann ich vergessen, na toll :D

*während der. die andere redet- so viel Augenkontakt wie möglich. Ich hab kein Problem damit aber manchmal (aka: zu oft) verliere ich mich darin und achte nicht mehr drauf was er. sie sagt*

*gebe ich mich gerade als positiv aus oder ist da eine pessimistische Energie um mich herum? (seeeehr oft denke ich das, schlimm schlimm)!! Bin ich genug am lächeln? Vielleicht sogar zu viel? Sieht es vllt schon idiotisch aus?*

*NEIN WARUM KANN ICH NICHT EINFACH ICH SELBST SEIN. WAAARUM.*

*HILFE ICH KANN MICH JA NICHT SELBST SEHEN*

bruh

an diesem Punkt ist -fast- Schluss, es ist sowieso schon genug wenn jemand das ganze gelesen hat :0

nur noch kurz die ❕traumatisierenden FOLGEN❕(extrem dramatisiert aber alles klar)

ich stottere also muss einzelne Wörter 2,3 mal wiederholen, korrigieren, manchmal mehrere hintereinander 👎🏻 wirklich

ich schmeiße die ganze deutsche Grammatik durcheinander 👎🏻 passiert immer öfter

ich hab AUF EINMAL einen random Akzent (judged mich nicht aber es klingt wie Norwegisch) 👎🏻

ich fange an Sachen zu labern ohne nachzudenken (um diese ^ Fehler zu kaschieren) 👎🏻

ich hab KEINEN BOCK MEHR AUF DAS ALLES UND FRAGE MICH WIE ES DER ANDERE ÜBERHAUPT NOCH MIT MIR AUSHALTEN KANN

(wenigstens laufe ich nicht rot an und zum Glück merkt man von diesen inneren Konflikten ,,draußen’’ nichts 👍🏻 (<- also das hoffe ich mal))

…

das letzte was ich tue ist zu denken ob es alles diese Mühe wert war, diese Person wird jedes Gespräch sowieso vergessen und ich mache mir diese ÄTZENDEN unnötigen neurodiversen Stressmachereien !!

[egoistivc]

aking sinta.

POV . Kafka has a crush on you ever since you joined the stellaron hunters after some time and countless missions with her, she eventually confesses her feelings. Sa paglipas ng panahon, sinta, ikaw lang ang nakatawag ng atensyon ko ng ganito katagal, na para bang nakatakdang tadhana, sana mapansin mo ako tulad ng pagpansin ko sayo sa hinaharap, sa wakas ay aayain kita umaasa na tanggapin mo ako sana bilang asawa mo ,, dear sinta. mahal kita , mahal mo ba ako? ENGLISH VER. As time passes, you darling, the only one who caught my attention for this long, as if like a predestined destiny, i just hope that you notice me like how i notice you ,,,after the things i'll complete within this foreseen future, i'll eventually ask you out and i hope you'll accept me as your wife, dear darling, i love you, do you love me back?

[imblocking-you]

TULIY ANG PANGARAP BASTA DREAM COURSE RAHHH 💪💪💪

[dezelies]

⭑ Substitute Teachers ❜

ᵖ﹕→ ONE.

Some senior students had agreed to a program to teach students who are still lea rning about this world. To give them tips, and advice, and substitute as their teacher for the day.

You, Alex, and some other students have accepted this opportunity. You love to teach children because you have the patience, hence you're a professional at this. While, Alex has the complete opposite reason, his reason being that he only accepted this for the extra grade he will gain.

With his formal suit on, he gained his courage and headed straight to the office where he will get his directions.

Alex held a straight face as he held his shoulder bag with a strong grip, only smiling at the people he familiarized.

"HUY! KUYA! ANG POGI NIYO PO!" You're so handsome! All the grade students yelled as Alex walked out of his car and headed towards his class.

"MGA BATA! BUMALIK NA KAYO SA CLASSROOM NIYO!" The guard yelled making everyone scatter around and leave the school grounds.

While you got easily lost, fascinated by the school. Which was rumored to have underground buildings and other essentials in a community. It made you wake up from your bed feeling curious and excited.

With your borrowed formal clothes you made your way over to the office where you will get your directions with the help of a guard.

As the two of you walked to the office, you both faced each other.

You looked up from your shoes and saw the man in front of you, just outside the door of the entrance that led to the office.

"Hi." You quietly greeted him first, he just glared at you and faced away from you to look at the door.

Before you could even respond to his demeanor a staff called the two of you to come inside with a smile to seem friendly.

He entered first not even opening the door for you, How rude. Was your FIRST impression of him.

"Okay, parehas kayong late." Okay, you're both late. The staff said with a strong expression that says it all.

"So, what are we going to do now?" He asked. You didn't expect his voice to be soft and sound a bit younger but, moving on.

"May isa nalang room sa building six, meaning parehas niyong tuturuan mga bata doon, mga ilang oras lang." There's only one room left in the sixth building, meaning the both of you have to partner up for now to teach the children, only for a few hours.

"Here's a paper that will inform you about your surroundings and the class." She gave the two of you a paper and you immediately observed the information of the children.

"Grade 3 sila? Akala ko po grade 6 ang tuturuan ko?" They're 3rd graders? I thought I was going to teach 6th graders? You saw their names and couldn't resist judging their names, like come on! Who the fuck names their child Calvin Klein? An underwear brand?

"Ehem! Miss? Are you listening?" She waved her hand in front of you making you snap out and look back up at her.

"Like what I said, there's only one room left!" She firmly said, her annoyance obviously radiating off of her voice.

"Okay po. What time are we going to go there?" He looked up from his clipboard and seeked for her answer.

"In about 40 minutes. Quickly get to know each other, it seems like to you are both strangers." She shooed the two of you and pointed at the door.

"Uhm, alright." You awkwardly held onto the clipboard that came with the paper.

You didn't know where to go so you just followed him around making him a bit annoyed, since he just wanted this day to be over already.

"Are you good?" You gave him a smile, assuring him that he could talk to you.

"Yeah." He responded dryly, "Well, alright, I heard the cafeteria in this school is pretty large and has good food, would you like to come?" You offered him to come with you.

"Err.. 'wag na, mamaya nalang, may 12 minutes nalang tayo before we go to the children's room." Err.. we can't, maybe later, since we only have 12 minutes before entering the children's room. He differed.

"Oh, come on! Mabilis lang naman." It will be quick! You insisted, standing up to see if he would come along.

"Seriously, no. Bahala ka nalang diyan, if you get late." He picked up his stuff and headed to the 6th building.

Oh, he's pretty bossy. You grabbed your stuff and followed him to the building.

You both entered the room and was greeted by the children in the class. "Hello!" You waved at them with your charisma.

"Goodmorning po!" They all said in unison while standing up, some with their cheeky smile.

"I'm Ate Y/N! You don't have to call me Teacher Y/N pero, it's fine if you want to." You noted to them.

"And this is-" He cut you off, "Goodmorning, I'm Kuya Alex, and is there someone who's willing to introduce themselves in front of the class?" They stayed silent not wanting to do it.

That's too straight forward, baka nahihiya yung mga bata. You thought for a moment, "Or! Let's play a little game!" They agreed and waited for you to respond,

"I want everyone to stand up." They all stood up, surprising Alex a bit, "Okay po, very good. Partner yourselves into TWO or more!" They all rushed to their very best friends and held the other.

"Okay, sige. So with your group pwede po ba kayong mag-stay sa isang table so that we can start the introduction?" Alright. So, with your group, can we stay around one table so that we can start our introduction? They nodded and laughed in excitement.

"Here's a twist! We are not going to introduce ourselves but! Introduce the other person in your group! Like this, This is Alex po, he's my best friend he can be a bit bossy at times but he's a great friend!" They gasped and excitedly nodded.

"So, who wants to go first!?" Most of them raised their hand and you picked the one that caught your eye first. As they all introduced their friend one by one, Alex observed the whole thing happen, simply shocked by your teaching style.

"All of you are very good students! But! I'll give a piece of chocolate to the one who will answer my question!" You caught their attention automatically and students prepared to raise their hand to participate even if they get it wrong.

"Oh sige, how do we put an elephant in a fridge?" You saw a lot of the same hands so you decided to choose one who hasn't been raising her hand at all.

"You! How do we put an elephant in a fridge?" She hesitantly stood up, the other kids looking at her for her answer.

"Kakatayin po!" We slaughter it! She confidently answered, making you, Alex, and the other kids laugh at her answer.

"AY! Nice try, Reb, maybe that was a unique answer but the real answer is-".

"So, does anybody have a question?" Alex looked at each one of them with a friendly smile.

"Me!" One child raised his hand, "Okay, go ahead." He crossed his arms. "Mag-jowa po ba kayo ni Ate Y/N?" Are you and Y/N together? He asked shocking the two of you while the whole class cheered on with an "Ayie!"

"Okay, thank you for your question, Jak. But, me and Ate Y/N are friends!" The disappointed look they had after his answer made you laugh.

"Any other questions?" "Ako po!" "Okay, Roberto go." "May jowa na po ba kayo?" Do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend? What is it with these ridiculous questions, Alex thought. "Wala pa po, I'm quite busy with my studies." You answered.

Another disappointed look but someone raised their hand again, "May crush ka po?" Do you have a crush? Nanaman? "Okay, the next person who asks about my love life will gain a deduction on the next seatwork." Finally, they stopped.

The class hour ended meaning you and Alex had to say your goodbye's and see if you both can come back tomorrow...

TBC

sorry 😔

[anyalovesu]

necessary reminders:

angst!!! contains smut towards the end.

mentions breeding ( jas has an iud lol )

mentions of safeword ( not used ), nicknames ( pretty, slut )

bas2s bawal sa bata hehehe

NOT PROOFREAD!!

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The two of them sat there, in one of Sunday Vine’s back rooms that Tobi managed to book through Bella, behind Jacynthe’s back. The silence was deafening. By now, Jas has already made up a five minute speech reprimanding Tobi for what he did and for hurting her feelings in the process, but all that seemed to be thrown out the window once she arrived in the restaurant. 

Tobi wasn’t any better. He had all of it written on his phone’s notes and even took the time to practice what he had to say in front of his bathroom mirror before he left his home. Now all of it seemed cliche. Anything planned didn’t seem like the both of them anyway. Nothing they ever did was ever planned—which in hindsight what got them so drawn to each other in the first place. 

The impulsivity and devilish thrill of it all, somehow made them stay no matter how hard the feelings were to deal with. There was no other feeling of comfort in the chaos and uncertainty, and it felt good. And it’s one thing the both of them agree on: it feels wrong to replace something good with something right.

At the end of the day, they were id driven adults just trying to cope with how life made them feel. In the midst of it all, the lust ended up turning into something else stronger than they knew how to handle, leading them to where they are right now.

In silence after their entire dinner.

Avoiding each other’s gaze.

Not knowing what to say.

Not knowing what to do next.

“How was the weather in New York?” he blurted out, after they were done with their full course meal.

Stupid ass question. Jas thought. “I don’t know, I’m back in QC.”

The cold tone of Jas’s response sent chills down his entire spine as he slowly began to doubt if everything was as dealt with as his mom promised. God, he wanted to run away and just accept that it’s going to be this fucked up for the rest of his life. That this was unfixable, and Jas will slip away from him. It would be easier.

“How was your flight?”

“Good,” Jas replied, starting to get annoyed by how long he has been stalling already. “You know what, kung hindi lang rin ako ang kakamustahin mo—”

“I should just leave, right?” Tobi was ready to bolt, tell his mom how he is a big disappointment and he always will be. Years of trying to build his ego and confidence, yet here he is again. Back to square one. Letting the girl slip away because he was a coward and was too afraid to step forward and actually do something.

Tobi was ready to go, but he stood there frozen when Jas’ cold tone broke, making bile rise to his throat as he finally looked at her, finding that she was already staring at him, eyes pooling with tears..

“Walk out and all of this will be done for, Tobias,” she mumbles. “Hindi na kita tatanggapin uli. Wala ka nang maririnig sa akin. It’s either you stay and talk about what the fuck is happening or you walk out like the coward you are and will always be.”

Tobi just stood there, fighting the urge to just pounce on her and kiss that pretty mouth that always has something to say. He loved that pretty mouth so much and the mind that dictates what it had to say. God, he loves her. He is in love with her and every fiber of her being. He was an ass for even stepping close to Kashi—but being around her made him realize how much he loved Jas and he would only be merely a shell of a man without Jacynthe. 

2 weeks without her made him realize how dull life is without Jas yapping his ears out. Life would be dull without Jas. It would be sad and colorless. Goddamn it. Would it even be worth living? 

“I don’t want to go,” he murmurs, shamefully. No. He promised to stay this time. He’s not going to break that. “I don’t know what to do. Hindi ko alam kung paano ka mamahalin, Jacynthe but I don’t want to walk out.”

“Then stay,” she says simply as she stands up from her seat and moves over to where Tobi stood.

“Figure this out with me,” she hums, reaching for his face, caressing it, making hi, look directly at her honey-filled eyes.  Oh did he love looking at those eyes. “Stay with me, Tobi.”

“Teach me how to love you, pretty,” he breaks down, hands reaching to wrap around her torso as his head falls down on her shoulder. “Ayokong mawala ka sa akin.”

“Stay,” she repeats. “Follow through your promise na hindi mo ako iiwan. Let’s start with that.”

“Aalis ka rin naman,” he whimpers against her neck as he holds her tighter, as if begging her to stay.

“I never intended to leave, Louis,” she mumbles. 

“Sira ka ba?” He almost looked appalled at what had just slipped out of Jas’ mouth. “You rejected them?”

“No,” she replied. “Ma’am Bia managed to negotiate that I do some work for them but also stay here in QC with 11:59 Records. But that’s for another time, Tobi.”

“What do you mean—I’m confused.”

“Hindi ko kayang sumulat about love when the people I love are halfway across the world from me,” she explained. “It would not make sense.”

“So hindi ka na aalis?”

“Even if I was, if you’re willing to do it, I’m going to make it work with you,” she mumbled quietly. “So I’m asking you once and never again, do you want this to work, Tobi?”

“Fuck yes,” he grinned. The same grin Amina Park had when she admitted her feelings for her son. She remembers her saying that Tobi looked exactly like his father. She hadn’t seen him in a while—for more than a week back then—but seeing him now, she would have to disagree. Amina Park and Tobi had the same grin. That charismatic grin that you can easily distinguish as genuine even from a mile away. 

And just then, Tobi’s lips were pressed against her, all wet and hot, making her insides feel warm as Tobi held her face ever so carefully. “Liligawan kita, okay?” he declares as soon as they pull away. “Liligawan kita. I will introduce myself again to your mom, to your grandparents, to your friends—whatever it is that people do kapag nanliligaw, let me do it.”

“If that is what you want,” Jas smiled at him before bringing her lips over his once again. Which admittedly, caught Tobi off guard. Jas never kissed him. He always kissed Jas and the pretty girl would always kiss back but she never kissed first. And god fucking damn it, was she a good kisser. “I’m all yours, anyway.”

“Yours, Tobi,” she moans against his mouth as he pounds harshly against her, the sound of skin slapping echoing inside of his bedroom. “I’m all yours.” 

Jacynthe lost count of how many times she’s said it from the moment she was pressed against the wall of Tobi’s dim lit bedroom. All of it happened so fast, she was sure them scramming out of Sunday Vine after Tobi had settled the bill would be something they would laugh about if she was not being fucked to oblivion at that very moment.

“Yeah?  My pretty slut, right?” He chuckles darkly as his thumb reaches in between them just right above where they were connected and begins toying with her sensitive nub. “All mine.”

“Too much, lovey,” Jas whimpers, eyes burning with tears as she tried to cover her face, “Too much.”

“You have a safe word, pretty,” he groans next to her ear as he takes both of her legs on both of his shoulders. “You’d use it when it’s really too much, right?”

“Tangina, you’re sucking me in so well, pretty,” he laughs. “You can take more. You’re gonna take more for me, no? You’re gonna take lovey’s cock like the good little slut you are.”

Tobi took his time looking at her pretty fucked out face, trails of tears all over her face, remnants of his own release still stained her cheek which admittedly railed him up even more upon recalling how Jas had given him head and how deep down her throat he was. Fuck.

“Yes,” she babbles, over and over, only the thought of Tobi clouding her mind as she bucks her hips against him, feeling him hit the certain spot inside of her. “Fuck, lovey, right there.”

“You like that, hmm?” Tobi couldn’t help but feel his heart melt all the while Jas was pressed flush against his bed underneath him. Was he trying to be hot? Did he want to fuck the living daylights out of her like he usually would? Or did he want it to be like the last time Jas was pressed against his bed? When he first told her that he wanted to make love?

Fuck it. The only thing Tobi wanted to do right now was to make up for all lost time. Three painfully long weeks was enough, he’s never going to put the both of them through not communicating properly for that long just because he was being a coward and an ass.

“I fucking missed you, pretty,” he thrusts even harder, making Jas let out an unrestrained moan out of pleasure as Tobi undoubtedly kissed her cervix like it was nothing. “I love you so fucking much.”

Tobi pressed yet another passionate kiss on Jacynthe’s lips, groaning as he felt her cunt squeezing him a bit more as she mewled against him. “I can feel you getting close, pretty,” he hissed against her ear, “open your eyes, pretty. Let me see them while you make a mess on me.”

Although hesitant, Jacynthe did end up opening her eyes, meeting Tobias’ dilated eyes, high from all the orgasms they both had since they began fucking. “My beautiful, beautiful Jacynthe.”

Both of their heavy breaths mixed in between the small space in between them, as Jas began to feel the knot in her stomach getting tighter and tighter, “You can do it, pretty. Cum for me.”

It crashed on Jas like a tidal wave as her hips twitched against Tobi’s staggering thrusts as he chased his own high. 

“Lovey,” she pleads, reaching for a handful of Tobi’s hair for some sort of stability to calm herself down but it did not seem useful as Tobi continued thrusting, sending her to overstimulation as if she wasn’t already. “Cum inside, let me have your kids…”

The thought of it makes Tobi snap in a millisecond, pushing himself as deep as he could as he follows through her pleas. God, the thought of having kids with Jas was a wonder within itself. Fuck, he hoped that they would all look like Jas, think like her, and learn how to love as deeply as she always does. He wants them to grow up like Jas. Have good friends, and the support system that she has. God, he loved Jas so much it hurts him to think that there was still a chance that their kids might take up after his godforsaken self. 

“I love you, Louis,” she hums in comfortable silence as Tobi laid on top of her, the both of them still panting. “So fucking much.”

Tobi couldn’t help but grin at the endearment. He wasn’t close with any of his parents, but he recalls very vividly how both of his parents would call him lovingly with that name back when Leon was merely an idea. He loved hearing it. Louis. It brings him back to a time when there was no competition for love and attention, there was only Louis. And he was all that mattered. Like how he feels right now with Jacynthe. 

“You mean the world to me, Jas,” he responds, closing his eyes in contentment as Jas runs her nails against his scalp, scratching it and playing with his hair as they both wait for their highs to subside.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ main post °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[fuyuu-chan]

Whispers Of Courage

Pairing: Jing Yuan x Shy!Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Sypnosis: Jing Yuan with a Shy Reader. When you first met, and how things go since then, and how he helps you to be confident and how to speak your mind 🤍

A/N: Another headcanon of Jing Yuan lol... I hope you Enjoy! 🌸

✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧

~ Jing Yuan and you goes to the same event that is currently being held.

~ That's when the two of you met.

~ To be honest your friend is the one who drag you here, even though you don't like to go to events and socialize with people.

~ But you can't really say no to your friend, so you just aggreed.

~ Now that you are here, you just go to the one corner of the room, while you wait for your friend who is still talking with a bunch of people.

~ You who's just looking around while waiting, didn't notice that someone is approaching you.

~ Jing Yuan notices you in a crowded room, your quiet demeanor catching his attention.

~ Intrigued by your quiet presence, he musters the courage to strike up a conversation.

~ "Hello" Jing yuan said. "O-oh H-Hi" you said surprised that someone is infront of you and getting a bit nervous, because you never thought someone will approach you (⁠๑⁠•⁠﹏⁠•⁠).

~ His gentle smile and calming presence help to ease your nervousness.

~ Jing Yuan who introduced himself to you, and of course you do that too while trying not to stutter.

~ Jing Yuan who quickly realizes your shyness and he realized that maybe you are not used to talking with people or to strike a conversation, so he started talking to you about stuff.

~ You who is glad that someone talk to you (even thou you still don't know what to do) and someone who don't force you to talk.

~ After your conversation with Jing yuan, he asks if he could get your number, and you aggreed, so you both got each others numbers, He's happy that he gets your number... And you who is literally screaming inside and thinking "Whatt??! Him (who is such a handsome man) asking for my number?! 😳😩🤍

~ (Good for you yn, mapapa-sana ol na lang talaga ako 😭😭)

~ Lmao ANYWAYS

~ Your friend teasing you about it, since she heard or saw it happen lol.

~ Jing Yuan messaged you one day if you two could hangout together.

~ You are happy that he wanted to hangout with you! But you are still a bit shy, but you felt comfortable when you are around him.

~ At the end you accepted his offer, so you guys hangout, you don't really talk much and just listen to what Jing Yuan is saying, but of course when you speak about something he is there to listen to you.

~ And after that you both started to spend more time together (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠).

~ To be honest you started to talk more when you are around with Jing Yuan and he's glad about it! He's also happy that you started opening up to him even though it's only about some small stuff.

~ Jing Yuan also encourages you to share your thoughts, feelings, and dreams, because he wanted to know more about you (only if you want to tell him of course 💙). His attentive nature and genuine interest make you feel comfortable opening up more, knowing he's a safe haven for your thoughts.

~ Jing Yuan understands the importance of gentle encouragement to help you talk to other people. He gently nudges you to participate in social activities and offers his unwavering support, standing by your side when you need him. With him as your guide, you start to bloom in your own unique way. But of course if you do not like socializing or not yet ready to interact with a lot of people just tell him and he will help you and stay by your side until you are ready (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠).

~ Jing Yuan will definitely be there and will talk for you if you don't feel like talking when some people wanted to ask you about something or talk to you.

~ Jing Yuan recognizes that trust is essential for a shy person to fully open up. He takes the time to build a foundation of trust, respecting your boundaries and never pushing you beyond your limits. His consistent reliability and sincerity gradually erode the walls around your heart.

~ Jing Yuan creates a safe space for you to express yourself without judgment or fear. He cherishes your quiet moments together, where silence speaks volumes and unspoken words carry weight.

~ Jing Yuan discovers shared hobbies and interests that brings you comfort and joy. Whether it's taking leisurely walks, exploring, or engaging in creative pursuits, he nurtures these activities as avenues for your self-expression. Through shared experiences, your bond deepens, and your confidence grows.

~ Jing Yuan sees beyond your shyness and recognizes the inner beauty that radiates from within. He showers you with genuine compliments when you started interacting more with people and appreciates the small details that make you unique. With each sincere word, he helps you realize your own worth and value.

~ Jing Yuan who is very proud of you, From the first time you confidently speak your mind in a group setting to the moments when you take the lead in making decisions, he applauds your progress and assures you that he's proud of you.

~ Jing Yuan also teases you a lot when there is just the two of you.

~ Jing Yuan's support is unwavering. He stands by your side through the highs and lows, offering a steady presence in your life. When you stumble or feel overwhelmed, he gently reminds you of your strength and encourages you to keep pushing forward.

~ As you gradually become confident, Jing Yuan's love for you blossoms. He cherishes your shy moments, finding them endearing and captivating. With patience and tenderness, he helps you navigate the world while intertwining his life with yours.

~ Jing Yuan who confessed to you and told you about his feelings for you, and of course you accepted it, since you also have grow feelings for him and you saw how genuine he is and he stayed by your side, helped you alot, and how he showed that he cares for you <3

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[jeuz]

I just realize na most of the people na kasama ko in life ayaw sakin. Way back tumblr years, school years, previous works and now idk. Kahit sa mga relationship and all I feel na ayaw sakin ng tao. Di ko na alam if may totoo pa ba sa akin? Habang tumatagal narerealize ko na kahit anong gawin ko, people will hate me and just use me for their own gain. Baka nga di ako kamahal-mahal at kagusto-gusto, di ko na magawan paniwalaan ang lahat kasi most of the time wala na akong maramdaman. It was like doing my best is not enough. Being me is a bad thing. Di ako katanggap-tanggap siguro, kung totoo man o hindi, di ko na malalaman pa kasi habang tumatagal, naniniwala na ako na darating yung time na magisa ako mamatay and it was okay, tatanggapin ko na lang yun, sinubukan naman ako siguro ng mga tao butI always failed, they just throw me and forgot me after all. It hurts but I just need to accept it, everyday because maybe they are right.

[akonaman]

I have an imperfect life, thus i don’t even need to prove anything to anyone anymore. And that’s the best feeling. Tipong if ever you fail again after trying you won’t disappoint anyone because they expected it already. From the time i failed and disappointed my loved ones that was time they realized na “ah ok tao nga lang pala siya, nagkakamali”

Never been a perfect daughter, lover, mom or friend but my heart is happy knowing that i already know who are my real people 🤍

Sobrang freedom sa puso ko right now to let go of things that no longer serve me kase i no longer crave for perfection. I now accepted my life with a cruel little world but it’s up to me if i will make it a better place in this life time.

[if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi]

"Hi, heard you've been throwing trash all over my place...

How do you feel about me drowning you?

Oh, you're sorry?

Nah, I only accept apologies in ube ice cream, man."

((Hi guyssss~ Remember my "Where the Raindrops Fall" fic? This is Agwa, my sweet child <3 OPO, SYA LANG NAMAN KAAGAW NATIN KAY BIBILO DUN, CHAR HAHAHAHAHA.))

Still haven't read it? it's here.

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((But seriously, mag end na ang 2023, please wag magkalat pag nag n nature trippings kayo.))

[romihearts]

twst characters as songs from my opm playlist

heartslabyul ver.

riddle rosehearts : come inside of my heart - ivos

— oh this for sure really reminds me of riddle. i mean with his upbringing focusing mainly on studies, there would be a chance he's not familiar with love. but he'll always try his best to show his affection to you <3

— the calmness of the song also makes me think that he'd listen to it. it's very addicting lmao

— hc ; he shows his love in uncommon ways. like, he wouldn't outright say "i love you" but he'd be patient with you, trying to help you with your problems.

"come inside of my heart if you're looking for answers"

trey clover : sinta - rob deniel

— OH THIS IS TRULY TREY CLOVER. like i definitely imagine that this song is how he would love.

— being simply enamoured by you. he'd love and accept you in every way you are and you'll always feel it from him.

— hc ; he makes cookies then writes on em with icing (?) how much he loves you

"are we old enough to leave the stars tonight, we could kiss it right"

cater diamond : tingin - cup of joe

— even in crowds you'll always catch his eye. even if he was a room full of people he loves you would be the first person he'd choose.

— like, he'll always come looking for you because you're the person who truly makes him feel so special

— hc ; whenever you two meet he'll always snap a picture for memories and because he loves looking at your face, it's perfect to him

"di pinapansin ingay sa tabi, magulong kapaligiran sayo lang ang tingin / not minding the noise all around, its all so hectic but i only see you"

deuce spade : ligaya - eraserheads

— deuce would definitely do everything for you !! dont let his troublemaker side fool you because when it comes to the people he loves he'll do everything

— he'd definitely admire you aswell in whatever skills you're good at. he would always be supportive

— hc ; if you're ever into baking he'd always invite you to unbirthday parties at heartslabyul because ever since he found out that you're fond of that hobby he's been helping trey with making the pastries

"at asahang iibigin ka, sa tanghali, sa gabi, at umaga / you can count that i'll always love you, in the morning, at the night, and afternoon"

ace trappola : ako na lang - zia quizon (AKO NLNG KASE)

— nag mimissyou posting to (real) /j

— but he'd definitely miss you A LOT, he's just not fone of showing it. like there have been so much times where he wanted to text you about stupid things just to talk to you. and whenever you need someone to help you he'd be there all annoyed but really he'll always be there for you

— hc ; he watched a romance film once and all he kept thinking about was how he wanted to do the corny and cliché things too

"what are you waiting for? call my number, knock on my door"