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hornime · 4 years ago

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home workout | bokuto koutarou x gn!reader

“i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

warnings: 18+, sub!bokuto, jealous!reader (i mean who wouldn’t be when bokuto, your goddamn boyfriend, is perceived by other people the fuck), also lowkey possessive!reader, lotsa licking and sucking, nipple play, some praise (from reader) and some begging, brief mention of dacryphilia, kinda soft at the end

w/c: 1.5k sheesh

a/n: bokuto brainrot has me in literal tears. him being completely clueless to people flirting w him cus he doesn’t recognize romance from anyone but you has me so soft. i luv this man w my whole heart !!!!! ALSO THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE BAKUGO FIC I JUST ABOUT SHIT MY PANTS WOOWWOWO

you weren’t an idiot. you knew that your boyfriend was attractive in literally every aspect of the word. he was sweet, patient, and kind, and what he lacked in academic smarts was made up tenfold in his emotional maturity and ability to read people. big and beefy, bokuto was all yours and all you wanted to stay trapped within his arms forever. unfortunately, to maintain the figure you adored so much and stay in shape for the volleyball season, he had to leave the four walls of your shared bedroom far more than you liked, having a daily obligation to spend a few hours at the gym.

once again, you weren’t an idiot. the few times that your work schedule and his training schedule aligned, you’d been able to work out together. and despite your knowledge of just how good-looking bokuto was and the fact that other people could perceive him (much to your chagrin) you were shocked at just how much people shamelessly flirted with him.

cute girls with matching leggings and sports bras practically clung to his biceps, gushing about how strong he was and how he could probably pick them up with just one hand. their incessant giggling, mesmerizing hair twirling, and teasing touches pissed you off to no end, and you’d tug your boyfriend away before their breasts got too close to him for your liking.

something else you noticed was that, no matter how blatantly obvious the girls seemed to be, the guys were somehow worse, flirting through terms you couldn’t even understand. they compared deadlift weights, bicep curls, hip thrusts; you gritted your teeth thinking about whether they’d ever compared cock sizes in the locker room—you wouldn’t put it past those thirsty gym rats. sneaky bastards.

and bokuto, of course, was oblivious to it all. how could you blame him—he was so used to being adored! you knew that, to him, all of their praises paled in comparison to yours, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous. he was all yours—should be all yours—and you hated sharing him with the world.

you woke up saturday morning with a ringing in your ears, hand smacking the nightstand trying to turn off that god-awful alarm noise, bleary eyes barely able to focus on the text notification from your boyfriend.

[5:33 AM] kou: gm babe!!!! i didnt wanna wake u up cus u looked so peaceful! im heading to the gym rn. text me when ur up! love uu

[5:34 AM] kou: should be home around 9!! gym bud wants to show me something so i might be a little late for breakfast.

just to reiterate, you weren’t an idiot. for all the annoying flirting you noticed when you were with bokuto, there was no doubt in your mind that there must be a lot more when he was at the gym alone, which, unluckily for you, was most of the time since he was a freakin’ pro athlete and all.

you couldn’t prevent the pool of envy from swirling in your gut. gym bud? are you serious? who could that be? the girl with the arm tat or the dude with the dreads? no, maybe its that yoga instructor with the ass—

you shook your head, clearing your brain. you’d be here for hours if you went through everyone at that stupid gym that had ever shown interest in bokuto. the clock read 9:53 AM and the green flame in your body only burned brighter. just as you were about to call him and ask where he was, the front door slammed open.

“babe! i’m home!”

you silently put your phone down, teeth still clenching in jealousy. for some reason, hearing his voice only exacerbated the tension in your shoulders. you needed him. now.

“babe?” his voice creeped closer as he tread through the hallway towards the room. “you up?”

you peeked your head out of the doorframe, cheery voice masking your devilish intentions, “kou!"

his eyes brightened as he made eye contact with you and flashed his trademark smile. “hey! what’s u-” he took in the mischievous glint in your eyes “-p?”

you grabbed his burly forearm, yanking him behind you and walking towards him, forcing him to stumble and fall back on the bed. “wait! i’m all gross and sweaty,” he said, “gym showers were broke-”

“i don’t care. take off your shirt.”

“wow, someone’s eager. missed me that much?”

“watch it,” you glared. “i’m not in the mood, kou.”

he gulped at the dominance radiating from your voice, scrambling to take off the t-shirt that stretched between his pecs perfectly. with the fabric off and throw haphazardly to the side, he looked to you expectantly, the epitome of innocence.

your eyes wandered over his sculpted chest, the remnants of a soft sheen of sweat from his workout making it shine in the sunlight pouring through the blinds. your heart stuttered in your chest—he looked like an angel. coupled with the way with his bottom lip was tucked under his front teeth and the wide, anticipating look in his eyes, fuck. you almost smiled how blessed you felt in that moment, to see him in such a raw, alluring position, before a jarring thought caused your lips to twitch back into a frown.

everyone else can see him, too.

your eyes hardened. maybe they can see him all big and strong, you thought, but they’ll never get to see him like this: submissive.

and so fucking sensitive.

within an instant, your lips were latched on the soft spot above his collarbone, causing him to whimper in pleasure. you continued to travel along his throat, slowly working your way to the other side of his neck and crossing back to nibble at his adam’s apple.

you unexpectedly pulled away, drawing a short whine from him, before repositioning yourself so that you were straddling his outstretched legs. slowly, starting from the hem of his shorts, you dragged your tongue between the ridges of his abs, moving up towards his pecs, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and feeling the muscles tense underneath.

“fuck,” he groaned. as your lips puckered around one of his peaked nipples, he uncontrollably jerked his hips up, inadvertently rubbing his sensitive cock between your legs. overwhelmed by the sensation, he moaned. “fuck.”

“you taste good,” you muttered, grazing your teeth over his other nipple. “just wanna taste you all the time. you’d let me, right?”

thoughts muddled by just how good everything felt, he nodded mindlessly. “i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

you paused. raising your head from his chest, you made eye contact with him, so intense he almost closed his eyes to shield himself from the blaze burning in your dilated pupils. “why’d you stop,” he begged, “i want more. feels so good and i wan’ mor-”

“say it again,” you demanded. “tell me that you’re mine.”

his eyes, glossed over and prickled with tears precariously close to falling, squeezed tightly as he spoke, unable to control the growing volume of his voice. “’m all yours. always. all yo- yours.” he gasped as you resumed your movements, pinching the sensitive skin around his v-line while fervently leaving sloppy kisses on his chest.

“good boy.”

he keened at your praise. another light touch to his cock combined with the passage of your mouth had him trembling, and his breath hitched as he cried out in warning, tears now flowing freely over his flushed cheeks. “m’ gonna cum, ‘m gonna, gonna cum.”

“yeah?” you whispered, lips brushing against his strained abs. “go ahead then.”

“fuck!” he whined, blabbering as you sat back and watched in awe of the beauty before you, a big strong man like him reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess. “fuck, fuck—you always make me feel so, s-so go-od, fuck i love you.”

with soaked shorts and an exhausted sigh, he dropped his head back onto the plush comforter of the bed. you flattened your palms on his quivering body, reeling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. he panted, running his fingers through your hair before nudging your face to look at him, staring at you with an expression of pure bliss and adoration. he studied you for a bit before declaring with a soft smile, “you’re the best. so fuckin’ happy that i’m yours.”

driven by affection, he sat up and reached his arms around your waist, snuggling his chin over your shoulder and mashing your chests, yours clothed and his naked, together. “kou wait!” you shrieked. “you’re all sweaty again! it’s gross!”

he chuckled. as if you hadn’t been spoiling him by licking it up just a few minutes ago. “you’re right. i‘m probably sweating more now than i was after my workout.”

at that, your ears perked up. “well maybe you should do home workouts more often then,” you teased.

“you’re right,” he repeated with a grin, “maybe i should.” if it meant more mornings like these, he’d forego the gym in a heartbeat.

that night, he canceled his gym membership. after all, he reasoned, it’s offseason anyway.

#i jus wanna lick him clean #sue me #kinky.inky #haikyuu smut #hq smut #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto smut #bokuto x reader #koutarou x reader #bokuto

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funkymbtifiction · 3 years ago

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im quite sure i’m an IFJ but it seems like my use of fe is disjointed and isolated, which has become increasingly difficult to live with because i end up resenting people, not individuals i know but just People as an entity.

i’ll try to explain what i’m experiencing and i hope you can verify if this is an IFJ struggle because it feels better when my problems are seen and validated i suppose (i do hope i don’t take up too much of your time!):

i have the person i am on my own and the person i become in the presence of others, except it’s not a singular persona but is dependent on whoever im with as i process their personality and emotional state and respond accordingly to fit them how i can. it feels like i have no control of fe being on autopilot when i’m in a situation with People i have to interact with, that shuts down whatever my introverted dominant function is. the thing is, i do enjoy that shared emotional wavelength but the moment i’m not in proximity of friends i’m forced to recognize, i slip back into my mind my world and i don’t want to be torn from it so i can avoid disappointing people when i’m not able perform exactly to their liking (or really, my own expectations of connection). but i’m torn away from it when i’m around Friends and fe switches back on instinctively. So then i dread People, i dread them for making me feel the obligation to fit and please them and enjoy doing so but have it drain me because i never get to be met on my wavelength that’s just not possible because of fe’s immediate switch so that it’s their wavelength i’m on.

i know this must sound so paradoxical, but if you have any thoughts i would be glad to hear them:)

This is unfortunately common for IFJs and is what causes many of them to fall into Ti-loops and/or not develop Fe properly (out of a desire to remain more detached). The solution is to learn to be more objective about your NEED to adapt to others, by developing FeTi in the right way. What does this look like? Start analyzing your reaction and adaptability to people while it's happening, by looking inside yourself and asking yourself questions (why am I suppressing my true opinion here? is it out of fear of rejection? or would they benefit from hearing another point of view? do I need to adapt to them, or should I assert myself? is this feeling mine or theirs? if it's theirs, do I need to mirror it or can I accept and experience it with them, without assuming it's mine as well?). Writing out your day's experiences, how you felt with people, etc., can also help you "see" what is going on in your head -- it gets out your frustrations, and lets you sort through your thoughts and feelings in order to make decisions for next time (I went along with this, but I didn't like it and I felt invalidated by it, so I should remember next time to take a firmer stand or say no).

It's not bad to be on others' wavelengths and make them feel comfortable ... but it is problematic if doing so makes you lose part of who you are, agree to things you don't want to do, or go along with things that violate your personal beliefs. You should spend some time separate from others to decide what those are, where your boundaries lie, and what you will/won't tolerate, so you know where to detach from people who aren't good for you, and when to let others in who aren't going to expect you not to be yourself.

What is it that you can bring to the discussion? What thoughts do you have to share? what ideas? what beliefs about the world? Do not reflect others so much that you have nothing that is "me" to bring to them -- something unique to you: a product of YOUR thinking. :)

#question #infj #isfj #mbti

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years ago

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big brother to the rescue.

BEN MILLER

TRIPLE FRONTIER. ┃ USEFUL LINKS.

❝ request by @meteora-fc: hello hello! hope you're doing well :) i was thinking about a ben miller fic where when they're in the bar towards the beginning the reader is there with her friends and the boys push benny to talk to her bc he's getting distracted from conversation by her across the place. thanks a ton 💖

❝ words: about 1.6k.

❝ a / n: if you'd like to read a second part, lemme know! don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it, i’d really appreciate it!

“C’mon, little brother. She’s been looking at you the whole night”. Will says palming his back, after catching him distracted for the third time.

“Go, before I do”. Frankie challenges him with a petty smile, knowing it’s going to be enough to force the boxer to take the step.

Taking a deep, deep breath, finding in that gesture the encouragement he needs, Benny goes straight to you, waiting for the bartender to serve you another beer.

At first, you don’t notice his presence, until the unknown guy stops by your side leaning too over the bar. You two cross your gazes, sharing a soft smile that makes your knees tremble. The blonde looks really good, but for some reason, you have the feeling that he could be an idiot, so when he throws at you one of those horrible pickup lines, you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“I’m gonna give you advice. Don’t hit a girl like that”. You just reply with a chuckle, referring to his words.

“I’m more into hitting men”.

For a second, where you were about to leave with your drink, you squint at him having a sip and trying to understand the meaning of his affirmation.

“I box, professionally”.

“Oh…” You nod your chin, puckering your lips, showing him that this fact doesn’t impress him at all. ��Congrats. Good luck in your next fight”.

Not giving him the chance to continue the talk, you come back to your table under the attentive looks of your friends, who are laughing at the poor guy and the gesture on his face. His brothers, on the other hand, have slapped their faces whilst shaking their heads disappointed. As soon as Benny joins him, Santi slaps the back of his neck, causing him to choke in his beer.

“There must be something wrong with my eyes, ’cause I can’t take them off you? Really, Benny? Really?”

The guys are laughing when Pope repeats his sentence, as Will puts an arm over his shoulders. “You’re lucky to have me… Big brother to the rescue”.

Anna nudges you, making you turn on your stool to watch a second guy walking towards you, very secure of himself. The only thing you wanted tonight was to have fun with your friends and seems it’s not going to be an option. Crossing a leg over the other and nailing an elbow on the table, resting your chin on your palm, you force a smirk when he offers you a kind smile.

“Good nights, ladies, sorry to interrupt. William, a pleasure”.

The man holds your free hand without asking for it to stretch it. Firmly. Like only a soldier would do —as your father does. He turns for a second to his friends, laying his oceanic and hypnotic eyes on you with a charming and funny grimace on his face.

“Sorry ‘bout my brother, you know... too many punches”. He has captivated your friends, who are gasping for him and the honeyed tone he’s using, covered by a raspy voice. “He has watched you looking at him and he was nervous, but he’s not a bad guy. Just a little asshole. But he’s worth it, believe me”.

“Okay”. You reply slowly, raising an eyebrow earning your attention little by little.

“He has begged me to not come, but I think you’re too smart to not have a date with him”.

“Your brother was right, you didn’t have to come. And you’re wrong, more or less. I’m very smart, but having a date with him doesn’t seem a very intelligent idea”.

“Got it. But he’ll be waiting for you at seven in Kaleo’s, tomorrow night”. A negative it’s not an option to the soldier, showing you his perfect white teeth in a huge smile clapping his hands before leaving. “Good night, ladies. Have a good time”.

Since last night, you've been debating with your friends if you should go to the date just to prove both men were wrong. Lucy would call you crying if you text her in case the guy is another idiot.

The first test is to see if he'd wait for you, arriving thirty minutes later than the hour William told you. Your heart can't help but race a little when you find the blonde boxer sitting on the hood of a black Mustang, in front of the restaurant. Wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans, he has both legs crossed and his hands laced over his lap. Head bowed down and a sigh escaping his lips as he checks the clock on his wrist. Poor guy, he's thinking you are not going to come.

You send a picture of him to the chat group where your friends are asking you if he's still there and, in less than a second, you receive a bunch of heart emojis from all of them. Keeping your phone in a pocket, as you tuck in your hands too, you begin to walk towards him. Step by step. Taking your time with a soft smirk curving your lips as you come closer and closer. Watching him texting someone too, you roll your eyes, imagining it's to some random chick to hang out with, due you have stood him up. Until you're almost leaning above his shoulder and you see he's texting his brother —who is very interested in knowing if you're there or not. You melt as he replies: “amma wait another thirty minutes, maybe there's traffic”.

“You can say to your brother I'm here”. You whisper into his ear, taking him by surprise and causing the boxer to jump off from the hood.

“Oh, fuck. You scared the shit outta m— Where you readin' my phone?”

“Nah, I've some witch in me”. You lie terrible, feeling goosebumps on your arms when his gesture changes suddenly.

A grin like a Cheshire cat decorates his face, offering you his phone as he pressed the small microphone in the bottom right corner.

“Hey, big brother, I came. I hope you weren't wrong”.

“I'm Ben, by the way”. He introduces himself as keeping his phone in a pocket, to offer you his right hand.

“(Y/N)”. You stretch it then, feeling a little nervous at his touch.

“So, this is the plan. We have a beer, and if you think I'm a freak, you can run away before dinner. No questions, no explanations. You just… leave”.

God, that's really sweet. He's nervous too and you can see in his blue eyes how scared he is if you really decide to disappear.

“Deal”. You accept, tilting your head to the restaurant.

A couple of minutes later Ben is sitting in front of you and the first thing that captivates your attention is the fact that he doesn't put his phone on the table. Living in the technology era, everybody keeps an eye on their devices. Constantly. But he's not like everybody. He wants to talk. Know about you. What you do in your free time, what you do for a living, what unveils you at night… And you talk for hours.

Ben tells you what pushed him to be in the army, why he decided to dedicate his life to boxing and he also jokes about how you could fix him up after his fighting. Something like a plan of the future. Together. As friends —as he points out to not make you feel uncomfortable, thinking that he is forcing you to have a relationship. You also discover that your taste in music and movies are very similar, just like your hobbies. And that makes you think about the fact that William will tell you “I wasn't wrong”.

The boxer gladly takes you home, not stopping your chat even when one of the two of you doesn't know what to say, Benny has shown you in some way he enjoys too much the sound of your voice though —how it goes a little higher when you're excited about something, how your throat vibrates when you laugh. And he's falling in love with the disgusted tic that wrinkles your nose when you don't like something, in a funny gesture.

You would die for staying together a little more, but you have obligations to attend tomorrow and your friends haven't ceased sending your texts asking you how it's going. As Ben stops his car next to your house, you sigh not knowing what to do —if just say bye, thank you, ask for his number, kiss him? Yes, you'd like to kiss him right now, but what does it say about you? Should you wait until the second date?

“Got a fight tomorrow night if you're free”. His proposition pushes you back to reality, turning at him on your seat while resting a shoulder against it. “You can invite your friends, mine will be there”.

“Your brother too?” You ask giggling, noticing the change on his grimace to somewhat underwhelmed because of your interest.

“Yeah, he will come”. Ben mumbles pressing his lips after nodding briefly.

“Ugh… Is he the kind of person who has fun saying I told you?”

Ben's gesture suddenly changes again. The shine in his blue deep eyes reappears and you provoke him a strong laugh when you furrow your nose like he literally adores.

“You've had a good night then?”

“Yes”. You don't hesitate to respond, leaning towards him to press your lips on his cheek with a loud kiss.

“See? He told you”. Ben can't help but make fun of you, earning a soft punch to his shoulder that makes him laugh one more time. “It's in the Holou gym, at seven”.

“Okay, I'll not forget it”. You reply, taking your phone and setting an alarm an hour before starting to have time to get ready. “Good night, Ben”.

“Good night, (Y/N)”.

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randomficsandshit · 4 years ago

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Outer Banks Fic Rec

Recommended Writers

*NONE OF THESE FICS ARE MINE*

Please do not forget. I have not written any of these. I’m simply recommending favorites of mine. If you love something, send the author your love, not me :) and if any links don’t work, send me a message and I’ll see what I can do!

UPDATED: APRIL 23, 2021

Usually I organize by fic itself but that’s typically utilizing ao3, etc. and I’m new to obx fics anyway so I thought this would be a fun way to do it!

also a reminder that I started doing fic recs like this for my own personal organizational habits lmao and I posted them just to have somewhere to put them and these lists were the result. people seemed to like my previous ones so after being asked, i figured I’d do an obx one. you can totally ignore this if you want

Writers are tagged and, if they have one, their masterlist is linked.

*Also if you’re on this list and for any reason wish to be removed, just let me know and I’d be happy to. This is meant to share your work in a kind way, not bother you, so I’d be happy to oblige.

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@collecting-stories

*writes for other fandoms as well! Check out their page for more of those*

Masterlist fics with jj, pope, john b, kiara, sarah, rafe, topper

Some favorites:

Yellow Word Count: ~

Artwork Word Count: ~

Adore You Word Count: ~

Bake Off

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@julesclues

jj masterlist

Some favorites:

Too Much To Handle Word Count: 1.6k

Reasons To Be In Love Word Count: 954

"Fake Dating" masterlist this one is with jj too! [COMPLETED]

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@love-chx

Masterlist fics with jj, pope, kiara

Some favorites:

Be Like That Word Count: 3.4k

Good Good Lovin' Word Count: 6.4k

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@maybankiara

Masterlist fics with jj, john b, kiara, pope, sarah, rafe, topper, and jj x kiara, pope x kiara, rafe x kiara, jj x pope

Some favorites:

Prompt Blurb "I Made This For You"

Prompt Blurb "I Dreamt About You Last Night

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@moldisgoodforyou

Full Masterlist

"Give a Little" masterlist this is college!jj with an OC named Charlie so if you read any of her other fics, start with this series. Listen, I never thought I’d be into OC fics but these are addicting and you will love Charlie. Absolutely obsessed, truly excited every time I see something new. [COMPLETED]

Masterlist you know when you read a series and love it and think “GOD I wish there was more”? Well, yeah. There is.

Some favorites:

Want to be Roommates? Word Count: 1.2k

You're My Future Word Count: 800

Stuck With Me Word Count: 1.8k

Home For Christmas Word Count: 1.1k

You're My Home Word Count: ~

“Lost Time” masterlist this is college!rafe with an OC, enemies to lovers goodness. I first made this reclist, I hadn’t read this yet but had added it out of blind support. Now I have read it, and all accompanying fics and holy shit. Read it and fall in love with them. Rafe is completely not canon and you’ll love Sophie. [COMPLETED]

Masterlist after the initial fic, there's plenty more, just like with JJ and Charlie above.

Some favorites:

I Love You, Say It Back Word Count: 1.8k

Their First Time Word Count: 1.9k

Florence Word Count: 8.3k

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@everybodyscupoftea (was oopmyheartwent-obx)

college jj masterlist have read all of these. Yes, all. Thoroughly enjoyed, 10/10. I mentioned above that im not into OC fics usually but she created 2 frat bros that are the definition of himbos and you will fall in love despite them not being the relationship targeted in the fics

She has her longer series split into masterlists here:

Pike!JJ

Sigma Chi!JJ

Some favorites:

The Art of Making a Move at a Kegger Word Count: 2.8k

Cross Me Word Count: ~

I'll Be There Word Count: 2k

Meeting The Fam Word Count: 1.6k

First "I Love You" Word Count: ~

college rafe masterlist again, when I first made this post I hadn’t read much rafe and recommended out of sheer blind support. I have now read these and am beginning you to do the same.

Some favorites:

Under The Mistletoe Word Count: ~

Anyone Can Cook Word Count: 3k

Sleepover? Word Count: ~

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@pixelated-pogues

Masterlist fics with jj, john b, rafe, pope

Some favorites:

Protective Word Count: ~

Prompt Blurb "Family Vacation"

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@ptersparkers

*writes for other fandoms as well! Check out their page for more of those*

Writing challenge masterlist these are links to fics that were a part of a challenge, I’ve read through most of them and definitely some good ish in there ladies!!

*Fics with JJ, Rafe, Pope, John B, and Kiara*

Masterlist fics with JJ, John B, Pope, Sarah, Rafe, and an OC!

Some favorites:

Whipped Word Count: ~

Best Friend's Brother Word Count: ~

Falling In Love In A Coffee Shop Word Count: ~

"Study Sessions" masterlist First obx multi-chap I read and…..MUAH. golden. Co-written by @storiesbymads [COMPLETED]

Hotbox Word Count: ~

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@starksweasley

*writes for other fandoms as well! Check out their page for more of those*

Masterlist fics with jj

Protect You Word Count: 2.2k

The Art Of Being Afraid Word Count: 4.9k

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@storiesbymads

*writes for other fandoms as well! Check out their page for more of those*

Masterlist fics with rafe, sarah, kiara, jj, and topper

Some favorites:

Watermelon Shampoo and Coconut Body Wash Word Count: 1k

It's Not Living (If It's Not With You) Word Count: 1.2k

"Study Sessions" masterlist see above for comments about this one but for real. So so good. Co-authored with @ptersparkers [COMPLETED]

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@sunnypogue

college rafe/coho rafe masterlist again, when I made this post I said I didn’t read much rafe. No longer true. But my initial comment remains: the quality here..superb. Rafe girls, this is your holy grail. Seriously her masterlist is full of great stuff. I still need to read through the whole thing.

Some Favorites:

Rafe Takes Care of His Drunk Girlfriend Word Count: ~

Midsummers With Hockey Rafe Word Count: ~

Rafe Comforting You After A Test Word Count: ~

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@cobaincreates

Masterlist fics with rafe and topper

Really good smut and with stories as well, even the meatier fics don’t feel long because they’re just straight up enjoyable. Last I saw, she was taking a break from writing but theres plenty of good stuff up so! Give them a read and be kind :)

Some favorites:

Smart Decisions Word Count: 10k

Body Count Word Count: 3k

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@socialwriter

Masterlist fics with jj, rafe, sarah, kiara, pope, john b, topper, kelce

Moulin Rouge Masterlist [WIP, on hiatus]

Glee Song Fic Series Masterlist

Some Favorites: these are what I’ve read most, they haven’t shown up on my page yet cause my queue is like 2 weeks behind right now, but I’ve enjoyed them and reblogs are coming!!

Dad JJ Masterlist

Dad Rafe Masterlist

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@tweedlydumbtweedlydoo

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leiasfanaccount648 · 3 years ago

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Kim Namjoon x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your birthday was something you never really bothered people with growing up; well, a certain someone decides to do the exact opposite this year.

Warnings/Contains: Fluff, a few curse words, completely self indulgent fluff that I wanted to make for my birthday (and namjoon’s bday being a few days after mine even though im posting this days after ahaha) I hope you all enjoy :)

Word Count: 7.9k

08:43am

Text Message

Joonie

Happy birthday princess!! Hopefully you’re awake by now, cause I’m on my way to pick you up

08:44am

Text Message

Joonie

If you’re still in bed, I will not hesitate to drag you out to celebrate with you in your pajamas

You chuckled at the second message, clicking on the notification before sending back 3 sleeping emojis. While you were indeed awake, you were also still in bed happily snuggled up underneath your comforter and sheets.

08:50am

Text Message

Joonie

I stand by what I said, babe

You sat up, bringing the blanket with you to wrap around your shoulders to keep warm. You replied to your boyfriend, ‘What exactly do you have planned for today? I gotta make sure I’m dressed for it.”

After clicking send, you got out of bed and walked over to your closet to see what clothes you had that were even wearable for today; but again, you had no idea what your boyfriend had planned for you and that made you a little nervous. And not because you didn’t know what to wear.

Growing up, there seemed to rarely ever be a good time to really celebrate your birthday; every year, there was always some sort of downside to it.

Most of the time, it would be when you were planning the party. Everyone was travelling during the weekend that it fell upon, so you couldn’t do something the day of, before, or after. There had also been also multiple times where you wanted to do something, but places would be closed due to the time of year that it was; even the weather had ruined one or two of them, making your parents have to cancel everything at the last minute.

So, over time, you began to keep your expectations low around and on your actual birthday.

Because even hearing the words after someone realized it was your birthday made it almost sound full of pity, like they were obligated to say it; especially after you’d see people who share your birthday get so much care and attention from their friends on the same exact day. You would wish them a happy birthday, thinking that maybe they remembered yours since it’s the same day, but instead they would simply thank you and continue talking to their friends who had brought them snacks and other small gifts.

Yes, you did have a couple friends who would remember the day you were born over the years, but a simple text message can only do so much after so many years of friendship.

You didn’t want to seem selfish, as you didn’t want everyone’s attention on you either; you just wanted someone to genuinely care to remember and not feel obligated to spend the day with you; and now that you had a boyfriend during this time of year who seemed to do just that, you honestly didn’t know how to react.

09:03am

Text Message

Joonie

I’ll be there in 5

“Fuck,” you whispered under your breath as your eyes glanced over the text. You looked back through your shirts, sweaters, and hoodies that were hung up in your closet trying to find something. “What’s the weather supposed to be again?”

You quickly opened the weather app on your phone, sighing at the sight of moderate weather that could easily turn too cold or two hot as it became later in the day. There was also a small chance of precipitation throughout every hour that the two of you could be out. Curse the weather you always seemed to witness on the day of your birth; and your boyfriend for not giving you an idea on how to dress.

Next thing you knew, there was a knock at the front door of your apartment. Pulling on the hoodie he had left at your place last week, you quickly left your bedroom to let your boyfriend inside.

What you didn’t expect however was for Namjoon to pull you in for a kiss the moment you opened the door. He pulled you towards him, making you take a step forward to keep your balance and step out into the hallway with him; thankfully he was tall enough to reach behind you with one hand to make sure that the door wouldn’t close behind you.

After he seemed satisfied with how he surprised you, Namjoon broke the kiss and smiled down at you; his hand that had been holding you by the waist let go to show that he had a small, simple bouquet of flowers. “Happy birthday.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head; you should have known that he would do something cheesy and cliche like this. “Thank you.” You took the flowers with one hand while bringing him back for another quick kiss. “I still need to get ready, but as you can see,” you gestured to yourself, “I’m out of bed and therefore do not violate what you said earlier.” You smirked, proud of your logic.

Namjoon simply smirked back, shaking his head at your reasoning. “Fine, I guess I’ll have to wake up earlier next year to take you out to get coffee in your pj’s.”

You shook your head again, smiling as you tried to ignore the twist of your stomach at the sound of his words. Next year? Had he already been planning that far ahead for the two of you? Was that creepy? Flattering?

“You want me to wait in the living room while you get changed?”

Namjoon unknowingly brought you out of your thoughts, making you nod and step aside for him to come in. “By the way, you never told me what it is we’re doing today.”

“That’s because I wanna see the look on your face when you find out.” Namjoon took a seat on your couch, pulling out his phone to check the time before putting it back in his pocket. “That a bad thing?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “No, but I would like to be dressed appropriately. For all I know you’re taking me to a fancy place for brunch, or we’re simply going to the mall and grabbing lunch.” You walked back to your bedroom as you spoke, leaving the door wide open since you knew that he couldn’t see you changing from where he sat.

“Okay, you have a point, I’ll give you that.” You began to strip as silence fell between you and your boyfriend; you started looking through your closet again when he spoke up. “Go for something cute and casual.”

“Cute and casual, got it.”

Yeah, you didn’t have it.

Cute and casual still ranged so broadly that you didn’t know what to go for. You could wear a blouse and a pair of shorts, you could wear leggings and a light sweater, and the weather was still something to consider since it could easily change throughout the day and leave you too hot or too cold.

After making test run outfits by laying clothes down on your bed, you finally picked one and began changing right as Namjoon called out to check on you.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah, I just couldn’t find the shoes I wanted to wear; but I found them.” You didn’t even think about shoes.

After saying ‘fuck it’ and slipping on the first pair you thought would be good enough for the day, you stepped out of the room, one hand holding onto the doorframe as you leaned out to keep yourself steady. “How’s this?”

Namjoon tore his gaze away from his phone and smiled as he saw you. “You look beautiful, baby.”

You rolled your eyes, unable to hide the blush nor the smile on your face. “Yeah, yeah, but is it good for today?” You watched as he nodded without hesitation.

“Absolutely.” He stood up, walking over and moving a couple strands of your hair so that they were no longer laying in a weird way atop your head. “What’s got you so nervous about today?”

You sighed, simultaneously cursing and thanking at the way he was able to pick up on things like this practically in an instant.

“I just,” you paused, unsure how to word how you felt out loud. “I’m really not used to this kind of attention on my birthday. Not to say that I don’t like it,” you quickly added, “I’m just not sure how to respond to it, I guess.” You let out a breathy laugh at the end of your statement, trying to help make it seem like it wasn’t a big deal.

“What do you mean?” The look in Namjoon’s eyes read that he understood what you meant, but now the question on his mind was why you felt that way.

You shrugged, mindlessly taking his hands in yours and playing with his fingers. You had begun this habit a couple months into dating him, for some reason finding comfort in the action; you could only assume it was because it helped confirm that he was indeed there with you.

“I’ve never been in a relationship on my birthday, so it’s honestly both comforting and terrifying to see you go so out of your way for me.” You hoped that you made sense to him; you saw him nod out of your peripheral vision.

“Ah, I see.” He took hold of your hands, gently squeezing them as to silently ask you to look up at him and you did so. “In that case, I guess I just gotta make this your best birthday ever, don’t I?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way.”

“Too late.” He kissed the top of your head. “You ready to go?” You smiled to yourself at his actions, knowing that you couldn’t persuade him otherwise. “Yeah, I just need to grab my keys.”

You stepped away to go back into your bedroom, putting all that you needed in your purse. “If you don't mind me asking this at least, are we going to be out all day?” You followed him to your front door, walking out of your apartment and locking the door behind you.

“That’s the plan, yes. But if you start feeling tired later we can always come back here and relax for the rest of the evening.”

“I guess that just depends on what you have in store for me.” You smiled and stood on the tips of your toes to kiss his cheek. “Now, where to first?”

While you were still a little nervous, you felt more at ease since it was Namjoon who would be with you. Maybe he really could make this a birthday for you to remember many years from now.

The first stop was the local coffee shop down the street that you liked to occasionally study at when your university was just too busy and crowded for your liking. You hadn’t gotten to go in a couple weeks so it was nice to go in and enjoy the atmosphere as you and Namjoon ate brunch together. You sat at one of the tables outside overlooking the street and sidewalk, watching as more people seemed to walk down the street as they began the start to their own day.

“Is your food good?”

You nodded at your boyfriend’s question after taking your first bite, smiling at the taste; you hummed in approval and nodded your head as you held a hand to your mouth. “I haven’t had this in awhile.” You finished swallowing and dropped your hand in your lap. “Thank you again for paying.”

“Of course, baby. It’s your birthday; I’m not half assing anything today.” Namjoon chuckled as he took a sip of his coffee.

“Yes, but I still want you to enjoy yourself as you take me out and not spend too much on me in the process.”

“I am, I promise. And I know that you worry about finances, but try not to think about that stuff. Again, it’s all about you today and I want to spoil you in any way I can.” He gave you one of his signature smiles, making you know that he was serious and not backing out of what he said; you once again felt butterflies in your stomach.

Even if it was the smallest gesture or the simplest of sentences, Namjoon always seemed to be able to make you flustered so easily. It made you happy to feel that way, as it reminded you that the feelings you felt for him were real, and you didn’t want it to stop.

The two of you continued to eat, you asking how the rest of the group was doing; apparently Yoongi was working on a new EP and Tae had been reached out about modeling and promoting a dog show that was happening in Seoul, and the people wanted him to include Yeontan as well.

He asked about your friends too, as two of them just got engaged and you were planning to bring Namjoon as your plus one to the wedding; another friend of yours was also planning to visit you soon and was wanting to get dinner with you and Namjoon.

Eventually, after both of you had finished eating, your boyfriend stood and held his hand out towards you. “You ready for the next place on our list?”

Smiling, you took his hand and stood as well. “Whenever you are.”

The walk to the next location was a bit longer, but that didn’t bother either of you. Hands held, you let Namjoon guide you through the small crowd of people while you tried to guess as to where it was he was taking you. You rarely went to this side of town, typically going the other direction from the coffee shop to go back to your apartment or your university’s campus, so part of you just wanted to know where you were at.

You felt your hand slip from Namjoon’s grip slightly as someone bumped into you, making your boyfriend tighten his grip and pull you towards him. “Be careful. I know I’m tall but I don’t want to waste much time trying to find you if I lose you.”

You chuckled at his words. “You won’t lose me, I promise.” You quickly squeezed his hand in reassurance, smiling up at him.

“I’m taking you up on that.” He shared your smile before looking ahead of him again to see where they were. “Ah, we’re here.”

You looked forward in the direction he was looking in; you assumed that he saw the sign or something for the place because he didn’t slow down his pace until a couple moments later. You looked at the small shop that seemed to be squeezed in between 2 bustling local restaurants; quickly reading the sign you let out a small gasp of excitement and let go of Namjoon’s hand to walk inside the building, your boyfriend only a couple steps behind you.

If there was one thing that you and Namjoon both loved to do, it was reading. The two of you almost always had some sort of novel on hand and sometimes read the same book at the same time to discuss it whenever the two of you were able to grab a quick bite to eat together.

However, there was one difference between the two of you when it came to reading, and it was how you went about it. You had a habit of starting a book/series and sometimes, instead of finishing it, started another; it was something Namjoon always got on you for, not able to understand how you were able to keep so many plot lines and such untangled in your mind and still fresh after not having read one book for a couple months.

It wasn’t that the previous book was no longer interesting, another one just happened to catch your attention and you simply ‘wanted to see what it was about,’ only to end up 10 chapters into it and unable to put it down. So the fact that Namjoon took you to a bookstore, even though he knew you had plenty of unread books at home, made you both surprised and ecstatic beyond belief.

“I know that you have books you’ve yet to read, but I found this place a couple weeks ago and thought you would enjoy it. So,” Namjoon grabbed your hand again before he lost you to the numerous shelves in the shop. “I’ll let you get 5 books, max.”

“That’s not that many.” You pouted, trying to make him give in to letting you get more; however, you knew he was right. There were still so many unread books on your shelves in your apartment that you had to finish first. The fact that he brought you here alone was both shocking and sweet of him.

“You know very well that I’m being generous about this.” He eyed you with a knowing smile, kissing the top of your head. “Now go ahead and start looking. They have a great selection so I’m sure that there’s at least something you’ll like.”

The moment Namjoon let go of your hand, you immediately began to browse the shelves. In the back of your mind, you were trying to remember if there were any recommendations from friends or family that you wanted to check out, but nothing immediately came to mind. Of course, that didn’t stop you from checking out nearly every 10th book that seemed to catch your eye.

Namjoon watched you with a soft smile on his face, happy that you were enjoying yourself in one of the best ways he knew how. When he saw you turn to continue walking down the aisle you were in, he discreetly pulled out his phone and clicked on the camera app icon; he waited until you were looking through another book before he took a couple pictures.

Feeling eyes on you, you looked in his direction and failed to hold back a smile as you saw that he had his phone facing you; you took the book in your hands and used it to hide your face, making your boyfriend chuckle.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. You were just so cute.”

“Well I’m glad you think so.” You felt your face begin to heat up as you put the book in your hand back on the shelf.

Namjoon’s smile grew as he looked through the couple photos he took before you spotted him. “I think I might make one of these my lockscreen.”

“Aren’t I already your lockscreen?” You chuckled as you walked towards the end of the aisle, turning to look at the other shelf and picking up another book.

“Well, technically we both are.” You could hear the smile in your boyfriend’s words. “It’s currently the one I took of us cuddling.”

You couldn’t hold back the smile on your face even if you tried, remembering the exact picture he was talking about and the memory from it.

You remembered that day well. Namjoon had claimed to be overwhelmed from all sorts of things that seemed to decide to pile up on him all at once, and you offered to come and visit him but he insisted that he didn’t want to bother you too much with his problems. Later that day however, when he claimed to have gotten to a stopping point in whatever was on his plate, he texted you saying he was heading over to your place. You gladly let him in your apartment when he got there, offering him any snacks or drinks he was possibly craving; but instead all he asked for was cuddles and quiet time with you.

There had always seemed to be an unspoken feeling that the two of you shared in moments like that; he typically laid down on his back with his arm around you and you snuggled up to him like a body pillow, one arm draped over his stomach or chest and legs slightly tangled with one another. If he wasn’t tired enough to nap, he would have a book or phone in his other hand to keep himself occupied until he felt drowsy, and you would do the same.

It didn’t matter if the two of you were doing the same or different things; the comfort and peacefulness between the two of you was practically one of your love languages that neither of you would ever get tired of.

That evening however, he insisted on laying atop you with his head on your chest; his arms held you tight by the waist as though he was afraid to let go while his legs laid in between your own. While the two of you hadn’t cuddled in this position before, you felt instinct take over and let one arm drape around his shoulders while your other hand ran through his hair to help soothe him. Part of you wasn’t sure if what you were doing was helping him, but as you heard him sigh out in what sounded like relief and felt him nuzzle his head against your collarbone in an attempt to be closer to you, you knew that you were making him feel better after the day that he had had.

Later, after he claimed to have felt better, Namjoon insisted on switching positions and held you against his chest for a while before the two of you got dinner later that night. He had one arm around your waist, slowly and lightly running his fingertips along your bare lower back that had been exposed after moving around while his other hand held the back of your head. The last thing you remembered before falling asleep in his arms was him kissing your forehead and thanking you for being there with him when he needed you most.

Every now and then you looked back on that moment and many others like it, wondering what that feeling you experienced was every time. It didn’t make you nervous, but it didn’t make you at ease either; you weren’t disturbed, nor were you content.

The two of you had only been dating a little under a year, longer than any of your previous serious relationships had lasted, so you weren’t exactly sure what to call this feeling. For all you knew, what you were feeling was something internal that your friends would say is normal in a relationship.

Your boyfriend, however, knew exactly what it was; he just hadn’t voiced it to you yet.

Namjoon smiled at his phone as he changed his lock screen to one of the pictures he had taken of you; not only did he like this picture better, as it had you enjoying yourself in your own element, you weren’t going to whine to him about the other members seeing you asleep like that on his phone and tease you about it.

He looked up, putting his phone in his pocket, and saw that you had a book tucked between your arm and your chest; only 4 more, and he knew that you knew that you had to make them good picks. He followed you into the next aisle, glancing at the sign that read the genre and watched you walk a bit faster through this aisle, as he knew that you wouldn’t be particularly fond of anything on the shelves.

“Are there any books that you want?” You glanced over at him as you turned to walk into the third aisle.

“It’s your birthday, babe,” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Besides, I’m still working on the trilogy that your friend wrote.” He stopped as a particular book title caught his eye in the third aisle. “I’m about halfway through the second book.” He picked up the book, turning it so he could read the description on the back.

You grinned as you watched him, wanting to say something like ‘awww could it be that my reading habits are rubbing off on you?’ but you knew that if you did he would immediately put the book back up on the shelf and once again tell you how reading more than one book at a time was absolute madness.

“Yes, but I mean once you’re done with the trilogy, is there anything that you’re planning to read next?” Of course you already knew the answer to your own question.

“Jin actually gave me a book a couple weeks ago so I’m planning to read that next.”

You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, feeling flattered from the fact that he decided to read your friend’s books first, especially since you knew that he only started them last week.

“And after that?”

Namjoon smiled to himself, feeling your gaze on him and recognizing the tone in your voice. He placed the book back on the shelf. “I will not indulge myself in your habits.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.” He walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and glancing down at your arms to see that you were now holding 2 books. “3 more; better make them good ones.”

You nodded in agreement, your eyes scanning the shelf one more time. “Onto the next aisle.”

About half an hour later, you had finally decided on what books you wanted and left the bookstore with your boyfriend after he paid for them, as you knew that trying to argue that him bringing you here was a payment in itself would not work since he wanted to spoil you.

Holding hands, Namjoon’s other holding your purchases, the two of you walked down the sidewalk to, you assumed, your next destination.

“Where to next? Or is that a surprise as well?” You giggled at your own question, looking up at him.

“Well, next-” Namjoon stopped mid sentence as he felt something wet hit his cheek. He looked up and saw the light grey clouds overhead, holding back a sigh as more sprinkles of rain began to fall. “I was going to say that we walk around for a bit before stopping for boba, but it looks like we’ll have to wait out the rain if it starts to come pouring down.”

Both of you eyed the sky, trying to estimate when the rain would stop. Namjoon tried to remain positive, as he was trying to make this a good day for you. You, on the other hand, weren’t that affected by the sudden change in weather, almost expecting something like this to happen.

You wanted to say something like ‘it’s not a big deal’ or ‘these things happen sometimes’ but you also didn’t want him to think that you were disappointed and trying to cover it up by saying something like that. Instead, you took the plastic bag that held your books from his hand and tied the straps, holding it close to your chest for good measure to make sure that the books didn’t get wet.

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to beat the rain, won’t we?”

Before Namjoon could question your actions or what you meant, you took his hand and started to quickly walk down the sidewalk with him, not wanting to run and risk slipping on the concrete or even bumping into someone.

“y/n wait,” you heard your boyfriend chuckle behind you as you dragged him along. “Where are we going?”

“Back to my place, duh.” You looked up as the rain began to come down more heavily. You smiled a few minutes later when you eventually saw the street name of the intersection that was one block down from your apartment. “We’re almost there.”

The two of you stood close at the crosswalk, your boyfriend attempting to keep you dry by pulling his jacket away from his body and around your back even though he knew it was futile; either way, it’s the thought that counts.

Once the crosswalk signaled that you could continue on your way, this time it was Namjoon dragging you along, as he knew that his height would give him an advantage at having the right of way when the sidewalk got crowded.

You eventually made it back to your apartment complex, standing in the vestibule for a moment to briefly dry your shoes on the mat below your feet; your boyfriend also took the time to take off his jacket, folding it so that the outside was inwards and the somewhat dry inside was resting atop his forearm.

“You okay?” He glanced down at the plastic bag still clutched in between your own arm and chest. “The books alright?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m good,” you held up the bag, “and so are the books.” You laughed, turning around so you could punch in the code to the building so you could officially be let in. “Nothing like a walk in the rain on your birthday, am I right?”

While you were giggling about it, Namjoon couldn’t help but wonder if you were being sarcastic, even just a little bit. “I’m really sorry, y/n. I had no idea it was supposed to rain while we were out.” He briefly shook some of the water out of his hair as he followed you towards the elevator, watching you press the ‘up’ button. “If anything I thought it was scheduled to rain later tonight.”

“It’s okay, Joon.” You glanced at him over your shoulder before walking into the elevator, him following. “You’d be surprised how often plans get rained out on my birthday.” You smiled to yourself, pressing the button to your floor.

“Yeah, but I should have prepared for this.”

You looked back at him, your smile dropping as you saw the frown on his face; you reached up and held his cheek, moving some stray raindrops away with your thumb. “The fact that you prepared even something for me is enough.”

Namjoon took in your appearance, noting how your makeup had smudged slightly but was barely noticeable to him. Your hair was wet and flattened atop your head slightly and your clothes were pretty drenched too, but you still looked beautiful to him. It honestly made him think back to when he first realized that he loved you after your guys' failed attempt at a date for your 6 month anniversary.

The coffee shop you wanted to go to had closed due to flooding, the museum he wanted to take you to was undergoing renovations in nearly half of the building, and on top of that, much like today, it had begun to rain on your walk back to his place.

While he particularly loved the rain and even found comfort in it, he almost felt as though it was mocking him for trying to have a nice day with you, for you no less. In his eyes, you deserved the best, and in that moment, he felt as though he couldn’t give that to you.

But when he noticed that you still looked just as happy by simply being there with him, despite all that had seemed to go wrong, he knew that he was smitten.

He reached to hold your hand that was still placed upon his cheek, turning his head so he could kiss your open palm. “I’ll always do whatever I can to make you smile, even if it means walking through the rain on seemingly every milestone we have together.”

His words caused both of you to laugh; you looked into his eyes, unable to hold back the grin on your face as you leaned in to kiss him. You felt his other hand go to your lower back to pull you closer; the one holding onto your own that was on his cheek moved slightly to grasp your wrist. You felt your stomach twist with butterflies from his actions, your hand that still held your bag of books tightening its grip slightly to help try and keep your composure. As you felt his tongue graze your bottom lip to try and deepen the kiss, you heard the elevator’s ‘ding’ signaling that it had reached the desired floor.

You pulled away first, much to Namjoon’s disappointment, your gaze briefly falling to the floor since you felt yourself become flustered with that feeling once again. You had made out with him before, but there was something different about the kiss you had just shared with him.

Before the elevator doors had a chance to close, you dropped your hand from your boyfriend’s face and took hold of his own as you pulled him out of the elevator with you. You almost felt awkward in the silence, that was until you could hear a silent chuckle behind you; you looked over your shoulder to see Namjoon holding back laughter. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, you’re just so cute when you’re flustered like that. I’ll never get tired of it.”

You felt your cheeks begin to heat up, and shoved his chest slightly with your hand that was holding your books. “Oh shush, I know I’ve made you flustered, too.”

“Yes, but not as often as I make you.”

You kept silent, making him laugh again; you continued to ignore him as you reached your apartment and let go of his hand to pull out the key from your purse. Unlocking the door and walking inside, both of you began to take off your shoes and hang your jackets up in the doorway, Namjoon closing and locking the front door behind him in the process since he knew you had a tendency of forgetting to do the latter every now and then.

“Do you mind if I shower and change real quick?” You walked over to your storage closet, placing your bag of books on the side table next to the couch in the process, and opened it to pull out 2 towels; you handed one to your boyfriend as you turned around and saw that he was walking towards you.

“Doesn’t bother me, it’s your place anyway, and your birthday.” He opened the towel and began to dry his hair; you rolled your eyes at his words, smiling. “Can I take one after you?”

You nodded, trying your best to dry your hair as well. “Sure, I don’t know if I have a spare change of clothes that’ll fit you though.”

Namjoon thought for a moment. “Do you still have that hoodie and pair of sweats I let you borrow?”

Your eyes lit up in realization, knowing that you did since you even greeted him this morning wearing the hoodie that he mentioned. “Oh yeah! I do.” You laughed to yourself, going to your bedroom to grab his clothes. After handing them to him, you hopped in the shower, saying that you’d be quick so that he wouldn’t have to stand around in his wet clothes for too long.

Namjoon did his best to dry off, almost stumbling into your couch in the process due to his damp socks on your hardwood floor, as he waited for you to come out of the bathroom.

True to your word, your shower lasted merely 10 minutes and you walked out of the bathroom soon after in your own pair of sweatpants and a loose long sleeve to keep yourself warm. “All yours.”

“I know you are.”

You stopped dead in your tracks at Namjoon’s words, not expecting them in the slightest. While he chuckled at your reaction, you simply stared at him in shock and watched him walk over to you and press a kiss to your cheek. “I’ll be right out.”

After you heard the bathroom door close behind you, you finally snapped yourself out of your shocked state, slapping your hands to your cheeks to help pull yourself together. While you had received comments like that before from him, they were mostly cheesy puns that he would come up with seemingly on the spot. You never expected something so smooth to escape your clumsy boyfriend’s mouth.

To keep yourself occupied, you went to your kitchen to see what you had as far as food, since you knew that if the storm continued then the option to go back out for dinner was no longer on the table. You sighed at the sight of a few leftover containers from previous dinners you had the last couple of days in the fridge along with snack foods and packs of ramen in your cabinets.

Deciding that ordering takeout was the only option, you pulled out your phone to see what would still be open in a couple hours when you figured you and Namjoon would place an order.

While scrolling through your choices, you heard the shower turn off followed by the bathroom door opening shortly after. In the back of your mind you knew that Namjoon would most likely come to see you in the kitchen, but it still surprised you when you felt him take you in his arms from behind and look over your shoulder to see what you were doing on your phone. “Are you feeling hungry already?”

You shook your head. “No, I was just looking to see what would be open for delivery in a couple hours since we’re probably stuck here the rest of the day.” Laughing at your own words, you leaned back into your boyfriend’s arms, sighing at the warmth he radiated.

“Since we are gonna be here the rest of the day, is there anything you wanna do?”

You felt your boyfriend tighten his hold on you slightly out of instinct when you leaned back into him, making you smile to yourself. “Not particularly. How about you?”

“It’s your birthday.” He chuckled lightly, but you could still feel his chest move with laughter as your back was pressed against it.

“I’m sorry, it’s habit to ask, I guess,” you giggled along with him. “I remember being a kid and having friends over, and whenever I brought up what I wanted to do they would all complain about how they didn’t want to do it.”

“I would hope that you’re not friends with them anymore.”

“Obviously not, I was like 7 when that kind of stuff happened.”

“Just making sure in case one of them was the one with the best selling novels.” Namjoon laughed, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “But I mean it,” he turned you around in his arms so that you were facing him. “How do you want to spend the rest of your birthday?”

You wanted to say something cheesy like ‘with you,’ which wasn’t wrong, but there was only so much sappiness you knew your boyfriend could take. “How about,” you glanced around the room, looking at your living room through the kitchen doorway; you smiled as something caught your eye and looked back at the man in front of you. “How about we cuddle up on the couch and read while enjoying the rainfall? I can even put on one of my vinyls or cd’s if you’d rather listen to music.”

“Sounds perfect.”

You giggled at his little to no hesitation of an answer, but you could tell by the shine in his eyes that he liked your idea.

After grabbing some pillows and blankets to make yourselves more comfortable, you walked over to your music collection to pick amongst your many vinyls and cds to play first. You saw your boyfriend glance over your bookshelf, trying to find your copies of your friend’s books; after finally finding them, he picked up the second volume and started flipping through the pages to find where he last left off.

“Would you prefer something more upbeat or chill to listen to while we read?” You saw his eyes squint in thought as he went back and forth on both options in his head.

“I personally prefer something more chill and relaxing since it’s raining out; plus that way we won’t get too distracted by the music while we read.”

You smiled at his logic, nodding in agreement. “I’ll pick out something in that genre then.”

After finally starting the album you chose on, making sure the volume wasn’t too loud to drown out the rain but just enough to be part of the background noise, you walked over to the plastic bag of books you had got today and looked through them. Eventually you put them all on your bookshelf, instead deciding to read one of the books you were already half way through, much to Namjoon’s surprise.

“Wow, you’re not going to start one of the ones you got today?”

You shook your head, walking over to the couch and settling down next to him amongst the blankets and pillows you had placed. “Nope. I thought why not finish one today rather than start one.” You smiled, leaning back into his chest once again.

You let his arm wrap around your waist and across your stomach before you pulled up a blanket to keep yourselves warm. His other hand held his (your) book atop his lap, his thumb holding the spot that he believed was where he last left off in his own copy; once you finally got comfortable you looked up at him, smiling. “Thank you again for spending the day with me.”

“Of course, baby. It’s your birthday, if I didn’t spend it with you that would be pretty bad on my part.”

“That’s the thing though,” you turned slightly so that you were facing him better. “You wanted to spend time with me, right? You didn’t feel obligated to?”

Namjoon shook his head. “No, of course I didn’t feel obligated to.” He eyed your expression for a moment, remembering what you had said to him earlier in the day. “Baby, if you’ve been worried about that all day, rest assured I’m not here because ‘the boyfriend should be.’” Namjoon let go of his book to quickly show air quotes around his last statement. “I’m here because I love you and want to celebrate with you.”

Silence.

It took a moment for you to process what he had said, your stomach dropping when it finally realized that you weren’t dreaming or hearing things.

The phrase ‘I love you’ is a simple one, as it’s said amongst friends and family alike, both in serious and, somewhat, joking ways; but there’s something different about hearing it for the first time from a significant other whom you share deep feelings for. Feelings so deep that you might even consider them to be love as well even if you didn’t know it yet.

Was this what you had been feeling these last couple of months around Namjoon?

When he silently led you to walk on the inside of the sidewalk while he took the outside last month when the two of you got dinner? When you stopped by his place while on your lunch break at work to drop off soup when you were told that he had come down with a small cold? When the two of you would purposefully, or unknowingly, order a meal that you knew the other would also like just to have the excuse to feed the other some of your food?

When, despite all the rain that seemed to pour down on the two of you, you managed to make everything work out in the end by simply opening the umbrella and holding it over the other’s head; or, in your guys’ case, running right through it together to get to shelter quicker.

It was a sudden yet subtly clash of thunder from the storm outside that brought you out of your own self realization of your feelings for Namjoon. “What did you say?”

Your voice was so quiet that even you barely heard it yourself. As for Namjoon, he was internally panicking and repeating your exact words to try and figure out what your tone could have possibly met. Either way, he knew he had to face this storm at some point.

“I love you,” he paused briefly, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I know we’ve only been together a little under a year, but there’s no other way I can describe how I feel about you other than that.

“I love how you complain about your neighbors waking you up in the middle of the night before you remember that they just had a baby and you forgive them without them knowing. I love your reading habits that involve you reading multiple books at once and how you get sad about having no bookmarks since your other ones are all being used.” He laughed at his own words, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he saw you smile.

“I almost bought one today but I didn’t want you to spend more money than you were already going to.”

“You should’ve picked one out! I would have gotten it, no questions asked.” Namjoon chuckled, shaking his head; hearing you giggling along with him made him feel better about expressing his feelings. “Anyways, my point is this,” he looked you in the eye, reaching for one of your hands to hold in his. “I love you, y/n. I understand if you can’t say it back just yet, or you’d rather I not say it until you’re ready to do so yourself, but that is how I feel about you. And I plan to show you how much I do in more ways than just spending your birthday with you.”

There are many ways one could react in this situation; you can reciprocate the feeling, turn them down, politely say that you aren’t ready or are unsure, but you knew how you felt about Namjoon. You just couldn’t seem to ever find the time to fully process it until he, accidentally, confessed how he felt as well.

“I love you too, Joon. And I’m not just saying that because you did.” You glanced down at your intertwined hands, feeling better after he gave yours a reassuring squeeze. “I just wasn’t sure how to define the feeling for the longest time. However, I think I was just too afraid to call it love because I didn’t know if the timing was right, you know?” You finally glanced back up at him, hoping that he understood what you meant, and felt a weight lift off your shoulders when you saw him nod subtly, as if moving any more or saying anything would suddenly ruin the moment.

The next thing you knew, his lips were on yours and he was holding your face gently in one hand while the other pulled you close to sit in his lap. You rested one hand on his shoulder while the other tangled into his hair, gripping onto it slightly as he deepened the kiss. It was slow and sensual, yet still so full of passion and love for one another. You heard another rumble of thunder outside, this one louder than the last, as it seemed to pull both of you back into reality.

Namjoon broke the kiss this time, almost hesitantly as he didn’t want to stop either. He couldn’t stop the grin from breaking out across his face. “Have I made your birthday one to remember?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Not only is this one to remember,” you pulled him in for another kiss. “This one will always be my favorite.”

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10boys · 4 years ago

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MLQC:Kissing/make-out

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*how they like their mouth action

Victor Kissing:

-Victor doesnt do “small pecks”, if your lips are on his he simply cannot just take a “peck”

-Even short kisses are deep and invading, his lips know exactly how to manipulate against yours

-He’ll kiss you where and when he wants and only where and when he wants

-He of course won’t oblige to a request from you

-But you rarely want to give him that satisfaction, he knows if he teases you with almost kisses you’ll start to whine which is what he wants

-His urge usually arises from admiring your face (canon bc of like...all his cards lol), the sunlight hits your eyes perfectly making them a glistening shade lighter, a sunkissed glow making your features appear softer. Your bright eyes accompanied by your long lashes shoot his way , catching him in his trance. He grins as a small blush creeps to his cheeks , knowing he’s seemingly been caught.

-Your tongue quickly made a lap over your lips, drawing his attention downward. Before you had time to wittily joke on him like he does you, his lips are pressed to yours.

-His kisses are deep. they’re possessive. they’re full of all the words he doesn’t say and all emotions he doesn’t show

-Saucy victor loves making you stick your tongue out so he can slowly lick and suck it ;)

-He doesnt think much about it, he just goes in.

- Favorite place to kiss is your lips and ear. He lovesss when you hug him with your head snuggled in his chest, it makes it easy for him nuzzle into your hair and leave small kisses and nibs on ur ear tips

-Loves being kissed on his chest (as tall as you can reach) and back on his shoulder mussels

-Keeps his hand in your hair for his comfort

-Definitely holds your jaw while he sucks

Lucien:

-Lucien loves to give you surprise kisses!

-You two are having one of your guys’ usual library dates

-You’ve been aimlessly wondering through the shelves for a while, collecting interesting finds as you go. After retrieving around 3 or 4 books you venture back to find lucien whos proudly holding down the fort (your guys’ fav spot)

-He leans aginst his seat leasurly holding a wide book infront of him, covering his face from view

-You set down your books and pull out the seat near him, beginning to pry the book away from his face

-“ You can’t see that badly? Did you bring your gla-“

-Suddenly he tugged your face closer to share his behind the book, creating a sensual secret space only occupied by the two of you

-His lavender eyes shares hypnotizing relaxation through with you, his soft smile sent your cheeks a blaze after realizing how near they were to your own. He took a moment sending suductive messages with his eyes, always so full of passion and interest. You watched his delicate eye lashes lower as his lips puckered.

-You instinctively copy his actions, closing the gap.

-Luciens favorite place to kiss is either your fingers or peppered kisses across your face

-Opposite of Victor, sultry lucien likes sticking his tongue out for you to lick and suck ;)

-He’s not afraid of pda, loves leaving kissing on your neck and ears when queued up for a new restaurant or in the line to get coffee

-He loves to build the moment up for your kisses too, sometimes he’ll just stare at your lips bluntly while caressing your face. Being under this intense analyzation brings heat to your cheeks as you try not to grin bashfully, he can’t help to lick his lips, you can only imagine what he’s thinking...

Gavin:

-Gavin gives u uwu kisses

-Usually kisses you when he thinks you’re doing something cute to hide his blushing face

-So yeah you get alottt of kisses

-Its usually a “grabs your whole face and mushes his agaisnt yours” type kiss. Butterfly kisses mixed with full-face

-Loves kissing your hand cause it makes him feel like your gentleman

-Loves getting kisses on his forhead and scars

-Sultry gavin loves getting kisses on his chest and nipples ;)

-He also likes to suck fingers ;)

- You were on your bed taking some last-minute notes off your laptop. Gavins head would usually be laying on your thigh at times like this, making it a bit difficult to focus and write

-Which is exactly why he’s across the room on the couch watching TV until you’re finished. He likes looking through the silly things you watch on Hulu and Youtube. You turn your head and catch a glimps of him, body leasurly laid across your sofa with one airm raised to support his head. The odd position causes his shirt to lift, showing his extremely toned V line.

-The view causes you to bite your lip as a malicious thought arises

-“Wahh~ Officer Gavin~ theirs a bug ~ come kill it ~ save me ~”

-He rolls from his previous position on the couch to foot of your bed.

-“Where? I dont see it”

-“Right there!!” you excitedly point to a corner across you, seemingly containing nothing

-He turns inspecting the area, beginning to confront you about its location

-“It just went under that box !! ewww get it”

-You watch as he bends over, searching between and under for said “spider” , but all you’re seatching for is the heart to stop him

-His shirt swings sways and rises as he bends and straightens out, his muscles tighten everytime he reaches while his thighs thicken with every squat

-“Baby im really not seeing it-” he begins before catching you in the middle of your daze. Your eyes are fixed on him but not his face, nor the so-called spider he was looking for

“You think you’re funny” he replies with a smile as he makes his way to the bed crawling on from the foot

-You playfully tease and squeeze his face, admiring his obedience

-He cups his hand over yours, eyes dazzling over a tinge of pink as you two share this loving and intimate moment. You poke a few silly kissy faces making him laugh, inching closer to close the gap. Your smiling faces press against each other, happiness is all you are with him.

Kiro:

-Wants the most kisses

-Or more properly, verbally and physically requests them the most

-Wake up kiss , good night kiss, ily kiss, you’re cute kiss, thank you kiss, I’ve just been stairing at you for 5 minutes kiss, convincing you not to leave kiss, jealous kiss, and many more

-He doesnt necessarily build up a moment every time either

-Ofc he stares lovingly into ur eyes with a sweet grin and blushy cheeks before he dives in intimately

-But most the time he just dives in wheneverr, He likes seeing you suprised and blushy over him. While you’re preparing a meal or finishing documents he’ll just run up to plant one on u, accompanied by a super hero kiro squeeze

-Loves to give cheek and face-mush kisses

-Loves to receive lip, face and eye kisses

-Loves kisses down his spine, when your attention is on him

-Honestly, sultry kiro will kiss and suck along the way to any and every area

-Give him a surprise lip kiss to unlock ‘weird’ kiro

-You sat across him watching as the food 10x bigger than his mouth goes down with ease, goku is that you?

-It seems he’s caught onto your intrigue, his bubbly blue eyes meet yours as a cheeky grin appears

-“Mmm this is so good! Here, try some!” He extends a cream puff twords you encouraging a bite

-You lower his hand as a respectable “no thank you” guesture, his half aten puff sadly falls back go the plate

-Although he’s easily the cutest boy in the world with squirrel stuffed cheeks, his messy left over just didn’t seem apatizing enough

-You reach out for a fresh puff and get swatted away just as quickly , you raise your gaze to kiros brows in a mighty furrow

-“And what was wrong with my puff?!?!” he exclaims pretending to be overwhelmed with offense. You giggle at his child-like energy and pettyness as you use the swatted hand to squeeze his puff-full cheeks.

-“Nothings wrong ! You were just enjoying them so well i wanted my own” you lie. He’s cute, but he’s no fool. His eyes pour into you, somehow letting you know he’s not biting that foney excuse. He smiles to himself although a lightbulb went off that only shined on him.

-“Of course not chip princess! Whats mine-” he begins placing a puff in his mouth

-“Is yours”. He closes his eyes and leans across the table, his lips wet and pink around the pale colored puff are inviting. His eyelashes cast a soft shadow on his cheeks , which seem to always have the slightest ting of pink when infront of you. His blonde locks shine like diamonds in the corner of the dimely-lit restaurant , you swear there are no circumstances that could make this man anything but beautiful.

-His eyes open, wet and dark as he pleads silently for you to finish the minastration. He knows how to charm you , and his cute ass is making it work, but not this time.

-You lean over the table taking the puff from his mouth, swiflty replacing it with a bold, blunt, but gentle kiss.

-A faint noise escapes his mouth at the sudden gesture, his now wide eyes find yours only inches away. The tips of his ears blush red before he pulls away.

“You’re bold miss chips ! If you thought i tasted better, why didn’t you just say so?”

.....x

Hi its been so long i missed writing :,) I have more shorter blurbs in the drafts so i should have more out soon !! Also requests are open ! Ty - myk

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kimjoongs · 5 years ago

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—ateez college au series [psh]

so seonghwa is a nursing major bc why not and no this isnt bc im also a nursing major or maybe it is idk shh

he wanted to become a nurse bc his mom was one, and he saw how much she adored her job

plus seonghwa is a self-less and caring person, so this was the perfect choice for him

he lives in an apartment on campus with his roommate hongjoong and it’s both a blessing and a curse

it was a blessing because his and hongjoong’s personalities matched very well, so they rarely had arguments

but it was also a curse bc joong was a music production major so he’d be producing music in his room, which normally wasn’t a problem, but on nights where seonghwa was studying for his exams, hongjoong would be in the room next door blasting music

usually all seonghwa had to do was knock on his door and ask him to keep it down, but there were nights where he would just pack up his stuff and study at the campus library instead

he often stayed for about 3-4 hours or more if he had an exam the next day

hwa really liked anatomy and phys but absolutely despised chemistry

“what the hell is the difference between polar and nonpolar? wait, why does this lewis structure only have 2 bonds? shouldn’t it have 3? ah shit i forgot an electron–”

sometimes hongjoong would come out of his room to get a glass of water only to find hwa asleep at the kitchen table with a copy of the periodic table on his head

he loves getting to wear his scrubs on lab day bc 1) scrubs are super comfortable and 2) it gets him excited thinking about the future

he also started volunteering at the nursing college in the labs

he’d help the lab ops set up the labs, refill the fluids, repack the medication, or clean up the simulation rooms

this also gave him the opportunity to get to know his future professors, and he would never admit it, but whilst he was volunteering, he would admire the older nursing students wearing the official university scrubs

it made him that much more determined to get into nursing school

during his first semester his second year, he had less of a workload compared to his first year, so he had more free time and was able to go out more

one day hongjoong asked seonghwa if he wanted to hang out with a few of his friends, and he said yes

so the two of them went out to this nearby boba cafe where hongjoong’s friends mingi, san, and wooyoung were waiting for him

you were there as well, tagging along as a mutual friend of san’s, and he introduced you to the two them

“hey hongjoong, seonghwa, this is my friend y/n! i hope it’s cool if they come along. i needed to drag them out of their room or else they’d be studying for hours on end,” san teased, knocking your head lightly w his fist

you stuck your tongue out at him then turned to shake hongjoong’s and seonghwa’s hands

when you made eye contact with the latter, his face lit up with recognition “oh wait, y/n? you’re in my pathophysiology class right?”

“oh yeah, i sit right behind you. nice to meet you, seonghwa!” you flashed him a smile, and he smile back

after everyone introduced themselves, you all found a table and ordered your drinks

mingi, san, and seonghwa sat on one side of the booth whilst you, wooyoung, and hongjoong sat on the other

you were quite surprised, and quite relieved, at how well you were fitting in and getting along with hongjoong and seonghwa…especially seonghwa

during the time that you all were together, seonghwa found out that you were a nursing major too and the two of you launched into a full blown discussion about it, unaware of the looks the others were giving you both

hongjoong had a faint smile on his face, mingi was chuckling and shaking his head, and san and wooyoung were giving each other knowing smirks

at the end of the night, seonghwa had asked you for your number in case yall wanted to study tgt, and you happily obliged

then you all said your farewells and went your separate ways

a few days pass and you don’t hear from seonghwa, which was quite understandable considering the fact that it was midterm season and you were both busy

but you were also kind of looking forward to study with him, he seemed really smart and self-disciplined which was exactly the type of study buddy you needed

but another couple days pass and lo and behold you receive a text from the one and only park seonghwa that reads: hey you wanna study tgt for the patho exam at the library today?

ofc you said yes and half an hr later, you found yourself at the library sitting right across from seonghwa

the two of you had your laptops, notebooks, and handouts spread all over the tables and were completely in the zone

after an hr or two of straight studying, you suggested taking a small break and that’s where the two of you got to talking abt nursing and why you both chose to major in it

“well my mom’s a nurse, and when i was younger she would always talk about how much she loved her job. she’s super hardworking and cares about her patients, and that’s how i want to be someday. plus as a nurse, if i could just make someone’s day just a little bit better, then that’s all that matters to me.”

needless to say, you were captivated by the raw passion and love seonghwa had for his future career, and you couldn’t help but admire him for it

after your short break, the two of you went back to studying, but this time yall would often make eye contact and send each other encouraging smiles

you found yourself slowly becoming more comfortable with seonghwa as the time passed by

and after that, the two you started having more and more study sessions, growing closer and closer

whenever an exam or quiz was coming up, you two would always be found studying tgt whether it was at his apartment or the library

and that’s when the hesi exam came in

the amount of time you guys spent studying for regular exams was nothing compared to the amount of time yall spent studying for the hesi

on the day of, you and hwa were practically freaking out

“oh my god y/n i’m so scared. what if i forget how to do the conversions? what if i forget everything i learned in anatomy? what if i forget basic grammar–”

“hwa shut up you’re making me nervous!”

basically yall are a wreck from the beginning of the exam all the way to the end, and once yall walk out of that testing room you almost collapse

anyways fast forward a few weeks later it’s almost the end of the semester and also around the time where you would be receiving your letter saying whether or not you were accepted into the program

it was a friday night and the entire gang was at your apartment having a movie night

you were looking thru your emails when you stumbled upon one from your university, and when you saw what the subject was you screamed, scaring the living daylights out of mingi who was sitting next you

“y/n what the hell–” “guys, guys my nursing school letter came in oh my god, oh my god!”

the entire room went silent for a millisecond before san let out a shriek and soon everyone was crowding around you

hongjoong gripped seonghwa’s shoulder “did you get yours yet?”

the latter’s eyes widened in realization and he also whipped out his phone, letting out a choked gasp when he saw the same email “mine came in too!”

at this point all of yall were freaking the hell out, and you and seonghwa somehow found each other’s hands and held them tightly tgt

“okay, okay, okay!” you reposition yourself on the couch so you were facing your fellow nursing major “on the count of three we open it at the same time, yeah?” all seonghwa did was nod

“alright, one…two…three!” everyone held their breath and it seemed like an eternity had passed…and then you and seonghwa jumped up from the couch

“i got in!” you yelled at the same time, which caused the others to belt out the loudest cheers you’ve ever heard

overwhelmed with excitement and pride, you threw yourself onto seonghwa and gave him the tightest hug, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, gently lifting you off the ground

when you guys separated, both your eyes widened at the lack of space btwn the two of you, and you immediately jumped away from each other

“um,” you cleared your throat “i’m…i’m really proud of you, hwa.” he gave you the softest of smiles, one that made your heart race even more than it was right now

“i’m proud of you too, y/n.”

aaaand fast forward again to the beginning of the next semester! you and seonghwa were officially in the clinical portion of the nursing program which meant you two were now able to wear the university’s official nursing scrubs seonghwa probably cried a little when he first tried his on

and since yall were in the program tgt, you saw each other more frequently, even more compared to the previous semester

which certainly didnt help alleviate the strong emotions you were feeling ever since the two of you shared that small, intimate moment just a couple months prior

before you didnt use to feel anything when you hung out with seonghwa, but now just thinking abt him was enough to get you all giddy and nervous at the same time

it had reached a point where you couldnt take it anymore, so you decided to seek help from the one person who knew seonghwa best: his best friend and roommate, hongjoong

when you met up with him and poured out what it was you were feeling, hongjoong sent you a fond, knowing smile “y/n…you like him. romantically, i mean.”

you gaped “i…what?”

“you, y/n, have romantic feelings for my best friend, seonghwa.”

“i..i like him? i don’t…i don’t have–” you froze upon seeing the way hongjoong raised his eyebrows at you

“i…i like…i like seonghwa,” you finally breathed out. hongjoong’s gaze softened and he chuckled “took you long enough…now if only seonghwa could stop being a coward and just ask you out already,” he mumbled the second part under his breath

not knowing what to do with the information you had just uncovered abt yourself, you thought it’d a good idea (read: it was the stupidest idea) to distance yourself from seonghwa for a bit, just long enough for you to process the thoughts racing thru your mind

you were unaware, however, of how you distancing yourself might look like from seonghwa’s pov

he’s noticed you not hanging out with him as much anymore outside of class, and during class whenever he’d try to talk to you, you’d just scurry over to the other side of the room

he started getting worried and, ironically, he went to hongjoong for advice

upon hearing what’s been going on, hongjoong sighed loudly and slammed his hands down on the counter

“okay, initially i wasn’t going to say anything because i wanted the two of you to find out on your own, but obviously that isn’t going to happen so i’m just going to say it. y/n’s avoiding you because they realized they’ve fallen head over heels in love with you and don’t know how to react. so hwa, please be a nice guy and help them figure it out if you catch my drift.”

at that, hongjoong walked out and into his room, leaving an open-mouthed seonghwa frozen in the kitchen, he was at a loss for words

he knew hongjoong knew abt his feelings for you, but he didn’t think you’d feel the same

after contemplating whether or not what he was abt to do was a good idea or not, seonghwa simply said “screw it” and dashed out the door, heading straight for your apartment

once he arrived, he knocked rapidly on your front door

you had barely opened the door when seonghwa practically slid right in

“seonghwa? what are you doing he–”

“y/n, i’m sorry for just barging in but i need to ask you something really important and i want you to be completely honest.”

you gasped softly at the way he was looking at you, it was so intense and so serious you’ve never seen him like that before

“uh, okay? what’s going on?” you asked nervously

“do you have feelings for me?”

you choked “w-what?!”

“i talked to hongjoong and asked him for advice bc you’ve been avoiding me the past few days, and he said it’s bc you like me. is that true?”

you didn’t know what to say, the familiar warm feeling in your stomach came back and you found it difficult to maintain eye contact with seonghwa

a few seconds of silence passed, and you could see seonghwa’s serious gaze slowly start to crumble and all of a sudden you panicked

“yes! y-yes…it’s true. i do have feelings for you,” your voice trailed off at the end, but you knew he heard you when he saw him stiffen up

he let out a shaky breath “how long?”

“huh?”

“how long have you liked me, y/n?” he asked more firmly

“u-um, i’m not sure? i honestly didn’t start noticing i felt like this until about two months ago when we found we got accepted. although, the more i think about it, i’ve been attracted to you since our first study session together. the way you talked so passionately about your future and how dedicated you were into making it come true made me feel something, and what you said was really inspiring to me and i just–”

your sentence was interrupted by a pair of lips connecting with your own, and it took a second for you to realize that…seonghwa was kissing you

oh my god…oh my god seonghwa was kissing you

once you finally registered what was happening, he pulled away from you, eyes wide and cheeks flushed

“oh..oh shit, y/n i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to–i should’ve asked for your permission first. i’m so so sorry!”

seonghwa tried to take a step back, but you grabbed his wrist before he could

“y-y/n?” he stared at you

you couldn’t wait anymore. not after that.

“please, do that again.”

now it was seonghwa’s turn to choke on his breath “h-huh?”

you tightened your grip on his wrist “seonghwa, this is me giving you permission. kiss me again.”

and he did

unlike the first kiss, this one was much longer and more heartfelt. you felt his arms snake around your waist, tugging you closer and closer

you could feel the way your cheeks were heating up, but at the moment you didn’t care, wanting this moment to last forever

but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end

“hey y/n, who was at the doo–holy shit!” at the sight of you and seonghwa, mingi let out the loudest screech, causing the two of you to jump away from each other

“oh fuck i forgot san and mingi were here,” you cursed under your breath. seonghwa stood next to you, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck

mingi still remained where he was in the hallway, mouth wide open in shock before he recollected himself “ohoho my god, san! text wooyoung and tell him he owes me dinner!” and with that, mingi took off running down the hall and into one of the rooms

and once again you were left alone w seonghwa

for the longest time, the two of you just stood there, refusing to speak nor look at each other

the room was so silent you could practically hear both of your hearts racing

“so uh…does this mean you and i are…?” seonghwa asked sheepishly, taking a small step towards you

you glanced up at him and couldn’t help but giggle at the hopeful look on his face

you turned towards him and flashed him the brightest grin “yeah, we are.”

the smile that appeared on seonghwa’s face at that moment was enough to take your breath away, and you had to physically restrain yourself from kissing him again

instead you opted for taking his hand in yours and entwining your fingers tgt

now that you and seonghwa were officially dating, it made studying that much more fun

when you guys started doing your clinicals, it became hard for yall to see each other, but it made your time tgt much more special when you did have time

seonghwa is a very touchy and cuddly person, so whenever there’s a short break in btwn lab or lecture, he’ll either be sitting next to you with his head on your shoulder or his arm around your shoulder and your head on his chest

the other nursing students (and sometimes the professors) would scream at how cute yall were

and bro if you thought seonghwa was your biggest motivator before you started dating, then he’s even bigger motivator now

when he quizzes you, he’ll always give you a kiss on the cheek if you answer a question correctly, or when you come back from a particularly rough shift he’ll be there to hold you and tell you that you did your best

oh yeah and to cheer you up he’ll say a bunch of anatomy jokes

“hey y/n, i aorta tell you how much i love you”

“oh god, hwa don’t even start.”

“oh c’mon, quit ovary-acting.”

“park seonghwa”

“you’re going tibia okay”

“i’m breaking up with you”

#ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez au #ateez headcanons #ateez fluff #seonghwa #seonghwa scenarios #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa au #seonghwa headcanons #seonghwa fluff #college au series

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kingofbr00klyn · 4 years ago

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Newsies prompts! Yeah! Um... 1. Jack being a big brother to Race. 2. Crutchie and Racetrack getting into some trouble together. 3. Jack and Spot caring for some of the littles. Pick one or write them all idc. Can’t wait to read!

Hi this took me like 4 days to write, I thought it was longer than that but okay, I have loads of other stuff in the works, this is just the first one I finished. Sorry for the wait. So this is for the prompt we’re Crutchie and Race get into trouble.

I tried to mix both 1992sies and livesies in this, but I don’t think it really comes across. Also, this story is ever so slightly exaggerated, but oh well. But it’s been a while since I’ve written anything, so this probably isn’t the best.

This will also be found on my AO3 account.

"Remind me ta never listen ta you again."

"How was I'se suppost ta know this would 'appen?"

"Well, I dunno. But now I’m in trouble because a’ summing I didn’t even do."

“Oh c’mon! Nuthin’ bad happened. I came out worse than you did. You get to go home scot-free.”

“But still. This is all your fault an’ I’m gonna make sure everyone knows it.”

"Wow, Crutch, whatta' way to throw a pal under da bus."

"You'se deserve it."

Race rolled his eyes and sulked further down into his chair, only to regret it when the hard plastic rubbed uncomfortably into his back. He glanced at his companion, who looked just about as shit as he felt. Crutchie kept nervously running a hand through his hair and fidgeting with the helm of his shirt, he looked like someone who had just been caught doing something illegal. Oh wait, that's because he had. Let's take a step back, shall we?

2 hours earlier.

Crutchie stood outside his door step, awaiting Race's arrival. The two had decided to spend the evening together, since none of their other friends were available. Race had said he would pick him up at 6. After Crutchie's watch ticked 6:15, Race's old TP Cruiser pulled up. He wore a bright, cheeky grin as he leaned over to open the passenger side door. "Get in loser, we're going shopping!" Crutchie gleefully obliged, grabbing his crutch and sliding into the front seat.

"Are you ready for the funnest night of yer life?" Race asked, a unlit cigar hanging loosely from his mouth.

Crutchie laughed. "We'se just goin' ta the diner on 4th, ain't we?"

"Nope," Race grabbed something from the cupholder beside him and handed it to Crutchie. "Just got this from my guy. Thought we'd treat ourselves tonight." It was a fake ID.

Antonio Higgings

11/12l1997

XXX XXXX XXX

XX/XX/XX

"Yer guy?" Crutchie snorted, handing the card back. "You'se mean Albert."

"Maybe I do. Anyway, I'm low on cigs and shit, so I thought we'se stop by a corner shop and see how well this baby works." Starting the engine, Race pulled out of Crutchie's drive and set off for the nearest place that would give them what they wanted.

"What if we'se get caught? I don't wanna be done just because you'se got a nicotine addiction." Crutchie offered, messing with the diles for the radio.

"Then I punch Albert in the face," Race resorted. That drew a snicker from the blonde. "But seriously, don't worry 'bout it. Everthin's gonna be a-okay!"

Spolier altert; it wasn't.

After 10 or so minutes of driving, Race pulled to a stop and poorly parked the car. "Eh, good enough." He got out, with Crutchie tailing right behind him.

"You don't gotta come in. Ya know, cuz yer so scared of gettin' caught." The taller boy mocked.

Crutchie retaliated by hitting Race in the leg with his crutch. "I'm comin' wit' cha so you don't get punched in the face." Race forged offence, but waved off the comment.

The shop was small, just your regular off-licence, cheap booze with an even cheaper taste, the perfect thing to fuel Race's needs. A little bell rang as they opened the door, there weren't many people inside the shop, Crutchie noted the few middle aged men who were likely in there for similar reasons as themselves. Race swaggered to the front counter, an air of confidence around him. The shop clerk, a young man with a stoic expression, rolled his eyes at the tall blonde.

"What can I get you?" The clerk's tone was as cheerful as expected.

Race grinned cockily. "A smile would be a start, sweetheart," The shop clerk didn't respond, but continued to glare the boy down. "Okay then… A box o' ya finest Corona's and summa that scotch ya got up there." Race slapped $50 on the counter, along with his fake ID.

The clerk picked the card up, eying it suspiciously. Crutchie had a feeling this wouldn’t end well. “Yah think you’re funny, kid? Think I don’t know what a fake ID looks like?” The clerk said. “I’m gonna have to call the cops, you know.”

Race’s expression floored. Disbelief and fear quickly made itself at home. Crutchie felt a similar dread rise up in his stomach, he looked to Race for an inkling of what to do next, but the tall boy just continued to stare dumbly. Until he finally said, “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill Albert.”

As it turns out, the shop had an undercover officer outside the shop to deal with instances like this. The clerk called him in, and he escorted Crutchie and Race to the local station. Luckily, they had pretty much just been given a slap on the wrist and a call home. Except, since this wasn’t Race’s first offence, so he had also been slapped with a $50 fine.

The boys anxiously awaited the arrival of the parents. Race had already had a million and one messages from his brother, Jack. The sonva’ was having a field day with this. Text after text about how much trouble Race would be in, how he was grounded and how much shit Jack’s going to give him for this. Race ignored his brother, instead opting for spamming Albert with a variety of angry messages in all caps.

GottaGoFast - RedHeadHoe

19:05

GottaGoFast: ALBERT FUCKING DASILVA

GottaGoFast: U FUCKING BITCH

GottaGoFast: IM SO GOING TO KILL U

RedHeadHoe: ???

GottaGoFast: im at the police station

RadHeadHoe: oh what did u do now???

RedHeadHoe: OH

RedHeadHoe: YOU GOT CAUGHT

RedHeadHoe: HA

GottaGoFast: YEAH AND ITS ALL UR FAULT

RedHeadHoe: how is it my fault???

GottaGoFast: BECAUSE UR THE 1 WHO GAVE ME THE ID

RedHeadHoe: dude u didnt have to use it

RedHeadHoe: also i dont make them so it aint my fault

RedHeadHoe: blame my guy

GottaGoFast: ur guy?????

RedHeadHoe: ye

RedHeadHoe: skittery

GottaGoFast: ok but ur still dead

RedHeadHoe: cool

GottaGoFast: dentys gonna be here soon so gotta go

RedHeadHoe: good luck my dude

GottaGoFast: fuck u

RedHeadHoe: :)

Race slipped his phone into his pocket, just in time to see some familiar faces walk though the station door. Bryan Denton, Race’s foster father, walked up to the receptionist desk, before being pointed towards where the boys were sitting. Race looked at Crutchie, before straightening his back and putting on his most charming smile. "Heya Denty!" Race beamed, hoping to the gods above that this would go in his favour. Bryan didn't look particularly mad, but Denton never really got mad. It was like the man was incapable of it, it was great, and Race had done a lot of things that would cause any parent to flip their shit.

"Race," Bryan started, calm and collected as always."What were you thinking?" Okay, maybe it wasn't as great as Race thought, Denton's tranquill state was quite unsettling at the moment, Race had no idea what he was thinking.

"We'se just wanted to have a bit a' fun, ya know, teenage stuff," The blonde rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Did they'se tell ya 'bout da fine?"

"Yeah, they told me over the phone," Denton said. "I'll pay it and then we'll go home. Jack's waiting for us in the car.”

Race rolled his eyes. "Oh yay."

Crutchie didn't really pay much attention to the scene in front of him, he was too caught up in his own head. Fear and worry filled his thoughts, his grandmother wasn't the most forgiving then it came to things like this. Crutchie remembered once when he was 7 and snuck out of his room in the middle of the night to get one of the freshly baked cookies his grandmother had made that day, the elderly woman had found out about his midnight snack and boy was there hell to pay. She wasn't particularly mean or nasty, she could just be strict at times.

Times like these, Crutchie thought as he saw his grandmother barrel towards him with an expression that would make the toughest of men wet themselves. "Charles Andrew Morris! You are in so much trouble, young man!" Oh no, she used his full name. He really was a goner.

"Race, I don't think I'm comin' outta this alive…” Crutchie said.

Race snorted. "Don't worry, my dude, I got this." Crutchie didn't have time to ask what 'this' was, as Race stepped in front of him and greeted his grandmother.

"Mrs Morris, so good ta see ya 'gain," Race started. That diverted the woman from her path of destruction, as she instead gave the blonde a striking glare. The Italian tried not to shrink under her gaze, opting to continue with his sentence. "So um, ya see, Ma'am. It wasn't actually Crutchie's fault, it was mine. So, err, don't punish him for my mistake."

What?

Crutchie was in complete disbelief. And he wasn't the only one, Bryan shared a similar expression. While Race was a good friend, he was also a bit of an asshole, so him taking all the blame for this (even though it was his fault), was a surprise.

Crutchie’s grandmother eyed the boy suspiciously, before she turned on her heels and walked away. “Come on, Charlie, it’s time to go home.”

Crutchie was slightly dumbfounded, but didn’t question as he hugged Race. “Thanks man.”

Race winked and smiled. “No problem, Crutch. Text me if you ain’t dead!”

“Will do!”

RiceCrutchies - Racer

21:35

RiceCrutchies: Guess who aint dead :)))

Racer: yayyyy

Racer: so what happened

RiceCrutchies: Gran wasn’t very happy but she wasnt too mad

RiceCrutchies: Im grounded for 2 weeks tho

Racer: oh well at least we had 1 last night of fun before that

RiceCrutchies: Yea so how’d it go with Denton???

Racer: not too bad

Racer: im also grounded but they took my cigs at the police station so i need to get more from Albert

RiceCrutchies: You think you would have learnt your lesson but ok

Racer: 👌

Racer: i gotta go crutch see you in school???

RiceCrutchies: Yeah, see you and try not to do anything illegal between then

Racer: no promises

RiceCrutchies: 🤦‍

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alegacyofmikalsons · 4 years ago

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The Act of Living Chp.4: Connections

Author’s Note: I’m super excited to share this chapter with you. It’s a bit on the long side but, there was a lot I wanted to include since the plot is starting to pick up. There’s some heavy foreshadowing sprinkled in for where the story is going and what revelations are going to happen soon. I want to continue to thank everyone who has read and left their support, it really means a lot!

Rating: Mature

Series Summary: Klaus and Elijah were supposed to die, but fate in the form of new friends Serafina Hewitt and her sister Stevie intervened. A year later Stevie is dead and Sera returns to New Orleans to see her friends and investigate her suspicions about what happened. When it's confirmed that a powerful hunter group is responsible, she realizes a much bigger threat is coming, one that threatens all of New Orleans. As they race to stop it, she gets more than she bargained for, finding the truth about who she is and a growing attachment towards a certain Mikalson. Most importantly, they all get answers to the biggest riddle of all: what the act of living really means.

Masterlist: https://alegacyofmikalsons.tumblr.com/post/623479526213681153/the-act-of-living-masterlist

Tags: @kinda-iconic @endlesshero1122 @katelynnicolerollins @im-a-bisexual-mess

If anyone wants to be tagged in future chapters, please let me know! I also post this story on Wattpad so you can check it out there as well.

Shoutout to @bbchoices for beta reading this for me!

Link to Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/916376115-the-act-of-living-chapter-4-connections

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Several hours later, only a dull ache remains as I come downstairs freshly showered and changed into the lacy black dress Rebekah let me borrow. I stop in the living room surprised to find it in pristine condition. Just as Elijah promised all evidence of my destructive emotions is gone. That means Freya is here somewhere.

"Wow that was fast," I murmur before going to search for her.

However, I don't get far before hearing her raspy voice.

"That's the beauty of magic isn't it."

Turning, I see her walk into the room. "Freya, there you are!"

She quickly comes over, pulling me into a quick hug. "Sera, it's good to see you!"

"The feeling is mutual," I reply before asking, "Where's Keelin?"

"She stayed at home. Her feet are killing her lately so, I figured I'd let her rest. She's meeting us at the cemetery though."

I nod slightly. "How are she and the little one doing?"

"They're both good," she answers, a look of adoration appearing in her eyes. "The baby is healthy and is almost ready to go. After next week it'll be a matter of waiting."

I can't help the smile tugging at my cheeks. Talk of impending motherhood always put me in a good mood.

"Well, it looks like I'll still be here when the time comes."

She raises her eyebrows in surprise. "Really? How'd you get the time off?"

"I just lost my sister, they'll understand. I know my boss will. As if for the council, if they don't then, I don't really care."

I keep my response vague since I want to hold off on telling her about Nemean. I don't want her and Keelin stressing about this unless they have to.

At the mention of Stevie, Freya's expression falls. "I can't believe she's actually gone. She was just at our place yesterday afternoon."

I know the reason why. She was working on the nursery for the two of them. It was her latest design project and a gift. Now, she would never get to see the result.

"The nursery. She told me last week that it's almost finished?"

I frown as another wave of grief causes a lump to form.

"That's right. All that's left is a few furniture items to set up and things to put away."

"Well let me know if I can help. I can definitely assemble things," I offer, clearing my throat.

She lets out a little sound of relief. "I might have to take you up on that."

We continue to talk for several minutes while we wait for the others to join us.

At some point I inquire, "When exactly did you get here? I didn't hear you come in?"

"Oh, I've been here for at least an hour. No one told you I was here?"

I shake my head, pressing my lips together. "I wish they had, I would've gotten ready earlier."

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind me, I turn around to see Elijah walking into the room.

He raises an eyebrow as his brown eyes land on mine. "And that's precisely why I made sure no one did."

"Overprotective much?" I quip in protest. "I wasn't in that much pain you know."

He gives me a dubious expression, crossing his arms. "That's not what it looked like to me."

The level of concern causes my annoyance to disappear. I do tend to shy away from showing any kind of vulnerability, including taking other people's help. Most of the time I can cover up any discomfort or distress I may be facing. This time, I clearly let something show or he'd learned how to look beneath the surface.

"Okay I'll admit I was...a bit sore," I respond, with a half shrug. "But, I'm not made of glass Elijah. I could've walked down a short flight of stairs! Or if it was really that big of a deal you could've sent her up to the library. No movement from me required there."

Before he can respond, Klaus enters the room followed by Rebekah and Marcel.

"She's right, brother," the hybrid says, a smirk forming on his lips. "I tried telling you she would react this way but you wouldn't listen."

Glancing over, I notice Elijah's face turning a faint shade of pink. It's a prospect I find myself liking. He's always so controlled, so to see him suddenly flustered is refreshing. I try not to dwell on it too much though, much like the other thoughts I've had.

"Serafina," he finally stammers, rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn't mean to overstep I was just...concerned for your well-being."

I bite my lip in an attempt to hide the smile forming. "Oh, I know you were. You wouldn't leave the room until I had to get ready."

Freya's eyebrows shoot up in amusement. "Oh really? He definitely doesn't do that with everyone."

This renders him speechless, the flush deepening as he adjusts his already perfectly straight tie. Luckily for him, his sister's comment also leaves me at a rare loss for words.

"Well, it was nice, even if I did find it a bit excessive," I eventually tell him, my cheeks starting to become warm. "I guess it's just...easier to taking care of myself."

This seems to relax him somewhat, as he gives me a silent look. A shared understanding of what exactly I mean.

"I figured you could use the company given everything that's happened," he responds with a half-smile.

My smile widens. "It definitely helped take my mind off of things. So, thank you."

"You're welcome."

It's only now that I look around the room and realize everyone is staring. I quickly avert my gaze as the blush on my cheeks spreads.

For a moment, no one says anything until Elijah clears his throat. "I believe it's time to leave is it not?"

I look out the window to see the sun low in the sky, not quite at the point of beginning its final descent.

"I'm ready to go if you are," I answer.

When the others nod in agreement, I breathe a sigh of relief as everyone heads toward the front door. Less than five minutes later, we begin to head towards our destination. As I walk, I'm surprisingly able to keep up with the conversation without too many distractions. Occasionally, a fraction of a strange memory takes me away momentarily whenever I pass someone, but the visions don't last more than thirty seconds. Before long, we reach Lafayette Cemetery where Keelin is waiting for us.

"You look lovely," I tell her after saying hello.

She responds by rolling her eyes. "You don't have to flatter me, Sera."

"I'm only telling the truth."

We continue to talk as the group heads inside. However, I trail off seeing how many people there are. All four factions are here talking with one another as if there wasn't a deep history between them.

"There's no tension," I murmur, eyes widening.

"I told you everyone liked her," Marcel replies, his expression solemn. "She helped bring the whole community together."

I raise my eyebrows. "She always had this effect on people. But, I didn't realize she did this much."

"You have no idea Sera." Hearing Vincent's voice, I notice him walking towards me, a ghost of a smile forming.

"I assume I have you to thank for this."

He wraps me in a quick hug which I accept with no hesitation.

"In part," he replies. His eyes examine me, having not seen me in person for over a year. After he's done, his brows pinch together in care. "How are you holding up?"

The question forces me to acknowledge the grief that's come over me since we got here.

"As well as you'd expect," I finally answer with a shrug I definitely don't mean. "You'd think it would be easier after so many times, but...it's not."

He nods, sadness clouding his features. "Believe me, I wish it did too."

After a minute, I sigh, pushing past the emotions threatening to overwhelm me. At least I don't have to worry about another episode. They don't tend to occur repeatedly. In fact, the time between them is usually at least a few weeks.

"Anyway, I'm surprised you were able to do this so soon," I mention.

"I was told to expedite things with the local PD since you figured out what you needed. We couldn't get them to bury her any sooner than tomorrow afternoon but Elijah did compel them into letting us do this."

Of course, he did.

"I could've waited a couple of days. But, I appreciate it," I say, shaking my head.

When I look over, Elijah offers a shrug. "It was the least I could do."

I return my attention to Vincent. "In other news, it looks like I'll be in town for a while."

"Really?" His expression brightens. "Maybe this time you'll be convinced to stay for good."

This receives a scoff from Rebekah. "Oh, believe me, we're trying. But, she's more stubborn about obligations than Elijah is!"

I raise my eyebrows as the elder Mikalson purses his lips.

"That is a perfectly good thing to have," I protest. "It takes a lot of patience helping people who don't want it."

My tone hardens as my thoughts drift towards the leaders of Mirebrook.

"I don't know how you put up with them," Vincent grumbles. "They don't treat you with an ounce of respect."

More like they want me dead. I don't exactly fault their reasoning since I am the one that helped cause the decade of chaos we've had.

"I don't really have a choice. Not when I promised mom I'd finish her term on the council," I reply. "And I can't give up on the kids at the school. They need someone on their side."

Maybe one day I'll leave that place. Either if I get tired of it or if the townsfolk succeed in driving me out. But, as much as I've come to loath living there, there are some ties I can't sever just yet.

My gaze wanders towards the surrounding people, as I take in the scenery. For a cemetery, it's beautiful even without the addition of string lights and white flowers. Almost everyone is somewhat close together, in pockets of three or four.

Standing off towards the edge outside the gates is an older looking woman, her eyes wild and searching for something. Immediately, she piques my interest. She has to be at least in her sixties, judging by her warm and wrinkled facial features and wispy, graying hair. Several layers of clothing, including a loose dress and yellow knit sweater, cover her skinny frame.

For some reason, I can't look away no matter how hard I try. I jump when she suddenly notices me staring. A mixed expression of pain and fear appears on her face. Then, with superhuman speed, she vanishes. Almost like she was never there.

"That's weird," I mumble to myself.

I can't shake the feeling that we're connected somehow. That I should know her.

Then, I look over to see Vincent staring at the spot where she was standing. In his expression, I find familiarity and hesitation.

"Have you seen her before?"

He finally meets my gaze with a start. "Oh, that's Minerva. She lives out in the bayou but I've seen her in the city a lot. She's...a bit of a character. Keeps to herself for the most part. Except when...well...that's not important."

His sudden evasiveness is starting to bother me. Usually, he never hides anything from me. I don't from him.

"Vincent, what?" I ask, unable to let this go. "When she looked at me, it seemed like she knew who I was."

It doesn't take long to lower his resolve.

"She...knew your folks Sera," he finally says.

I widen my eyes as my mouth opens. "What?"

"They...made me promise not to tell you. But, yes. She came by the house occasionally, ever since they brought you home."

The information makes my head spin. Then, I gasp as old memories flood my brain. I remember talking to her when I was younger, her appearance exactly the same. All the things she randomly left on our doorstep, including a white jewelry box with a shimmering gold ribbon tying it shut.

"That's who she is," I whisper as I come back to the present. "She never told me her name."

"Serafina?"

Hearing his voice, I turn to find him staring at me in bewilderment.

"I talked to her when I was a kid," I tell him. "She gave me gifts sometimes too. My mythology books...this necklace." My fingers find the gold chain around my neck. "I wonder what she was doing here. Why she didn't just come inside."

"I wish I had an answer for you," Vincent says, clearing his throat. "Anyway, things are starting soon so, I'd better finish getting everything ready."

Once he's left we head over to where the chairs are set up in front of a small display. Sitting down in the front row, I examine everything. The first thing I notice is the closed black casket where Stevie is tucked inside. Next to it is a picture of her and a bouquet of her favorite flowers. A stage platform is also there with a podium that's chipping away in some spots from use.

Before I know it, Vincent's there greeting everyone. "Hi, everyone thanks for coming out here tonight on such short notice."

He then goes through the short program of the ceremony before beginning his eulogy.

"We're here to say goodbye to Stephanie Hewitt, better known as Stevie. I was friends with her parents for a long time, especially her dad, Anthony who I'd known since childhood. And so, I've had the pleasure of being here when Stevie was born. I watched her grow up from a sweet little girl to a remarkable young woman. Last year, she moved back to New Orleans and our community after being away for many years. That's when most of you met her. What she found was a community deeply divided, more than it ever had been before and that is an understatement."

The remark receives uneasy laughs from many around us.

After it settles, he continues. "We've had our tries at peace, but they never lasted long. But, in several months, Stevie was able to do what so many of us couldn't. Like many of you, I was skeptical at first. It definitely wasn't easy either. However, the challenges only made her more resolved to see this through. And eventually, by some miracle, we began to come together. Because of her, the factions have a real chance at peace. I will always be in awe of that. I know for me personally, that she made this place, this community, feel like home again. And I just...hope that we'll be able to continue this without her." He trails off as his voice breaks. "But, I know that she'll always be with us in spirit, looking after us. That here, she'll never be forgotten."

I watch with a heavy heart as he struggles to keep himself together. A few minutes pass before he can speak once more.

"Now, I'll leave the podium open for anyone who would like to say some words," he instructs.

One by one, people share their memories and pay their respects until almost everyone here has said something. Then, to my surprise, Rebekah comes up to the front, a tangled web of emotions on her face. I didn't expect any of them to say anything here given how closed off they usually were.

"I won't take too much time, I promise. I just wanted to say a few words on behalf of our family," she says as the small crowd quiets. Taking a deep breath, she continues. "Many of you know that our reputation precedes us. It's no secret that we're difficult to befriend or be partial to at all."

This receives some nervous laughter.

"However, there are a few brave souls during our long life who have sought to do the impossible. Who sought to truly get to know us. Stevie was one of those people along with her sister, Sera. When they first met us, they knew all about the legend of the Original Family. Yet, that didn't affect how they treated us. That alone earned our respect. Over the past several years, that has turned into a close friendship, something that usually takes decades for us. That's because they were able to see good in us despite everything we've done. Stevie especially. When they care about you, they make it known and they would do anything for you."

She paused, taking a breath as her eyes glistened. "They even...found a way to keep our family together...against all odds. Stevie was one of the best people I've ever known and I'm sure that my siblings would agree. We've experienced our share of losses over a thousand years, but this one we will carry with us for a long time. Thank you."

"You didn't have to do that," I say after she sits back down beside me.

She rolls her eyes, wiping away her tear-stained cheeks. "Of course I did. Even if it meant a moment of public embarrassment, Stevie is worth the sacrifice."

I give her a bittersweet smile, unable to hold back a snide remark. "But, now the world knows that the Mikalsons aren't completely heartless."

"Oh, I'm sure we will do something to make them forget again," Klaus interjects, his smirk faltering ever so slightly.

It seems even he isn't immune to my sister's influence. The thought makes me smile. Lord knows he needed it as much as I did. When I return my attention to the front, Vincent is there once more.

"At this time, I'd like to invite Stevie's sister, Sera to say some words," he announces.

A coil of anxiety forms in my stomach as I widen my eyes. I didn't prepare to say anything since I don't live here. But, I can't turn down this now. Reluctantly, I stand and walk onto the small stage.

Sighing, I approach the podium, trying to tune out everyone's eyes on me. "Thank you, Vincent. And thank you to everyone who's here."

I swallow nervously, trying to figure out what to say that hasn't already been said. Eventually, I decide to talk about the beginning.

"Usually, when you meet your younger sibling, it's when they're born," I begin. "However, Stevie was five when I first came into her and my parents' life. That's because they first took me in when I was nine and the adoption was finalized a year later. When they first brought me home, I was a bit apprehensive and didn't trust them yet. Back then, I was known as a problematic child...by the system. My emotions, especially my temper, often got out of control causing destructive things to happen. At the foster home I was at before this, they didn't know what to do. The adults hated me and the other kids were too terrified to come near me."

I pause, as ancient traumas make their appearance. Taking a deep breath, I muster enough strength to continue.

"I was scared that this would happen at my new home too. And so for the first few weeks, I pushed them away as much as I could, Stevie especially. I, either ignored her attempts to talk to me or... I lashed out. This continued until... I went too far. This time, I ended up pushing her which resulted in a bloody nose and a decent sized bruise. My parents were furious, more than they ever were up to this point. I remember being terrified as they sat me down in the living room. I was convinced that this was it, they were going to send me back...to that system."

My voice breaks off as I relive that time of my life. How if I didn't have my parents, things could've ended up different.

"What I didn't expect, was for them to start asking me questions. Not as an interrogation, but because they somehow understood that I was doing everything for a reason. For a good twenty minutes or so I resisted, still expecting the worst to come. Eventually, though, I couldn't keep it in. I broke down and told them everything. They stopped being angry after that."

As I continue, I don't even have to close my eyes to be transported back in time.

"They promised that they would always be there for me, that they would always love me. And they kept their word. Right up...until I lost them. First, my dad when I was 19, and then my mom almost two years ago. After this talk, I had to go and apologize to Stevie. I found her in her room, drawing something. I barely got the words out before she forgave me. Just like that. In fact, she was happy to see me, as if the incident never happened. Even back then, she never held a grudge against you. Since that day, we became almost inseparable. I tell you this story because it explains why Stevie became the person she was. The ability to believe in the good of everyone, her capacity to see every perspective, her forgiveness. All of it, she learned from our parents. I'm not surprised she brought that here."

I shake my head, my hand balling into a fist. "All she wanted was to make people smile. Through her friendship, her art. Everything. She didn't deserve this...for her life to be cut short. I loved her so much...and I will miss her every day."

Blinking back tears, I step down from the platform and head back to my seat. Somehow, I'm able to keep myself together and they stay inside.

I feel Rebekah's hand come over mine, squeezing gently. The gesture somehow makes everything less painful. Soon, the ceremony ends with Vincent thanking everyone and providing instructions for leaving.

I make everyone wait outside the entrance for Vincent without too much protest. They still don't have the best relationship but, they manage to keep any lingering grievances to themselves around me. I wasn't going to pick a side in any arguments, which usually revolved around something small.

By the time I see him approach us, the place is empty and devoid of the decorations that were here.

"Sorry that went a little long," he says, a sheepish expression on his face. "I didn't expect that many people would want to speak."

I shrug. "Don't apologize, I'm glad they did. It makes me feel better that I wasn't here."

He frowns at me. "You're not blaming yourself for what happened, are you?"

"Do I really have to answer that?" I remark. "Of course I do. If I was there...I could've protected her."

"She wanted you to come with her."

I roll my eyes. "I know that, Vince. I wish I could've but...you know why I couldn't."

We exchange a silent look. He knew about Nemean and how they wanted me. He was the only person Mom trusted with it.

"So, you think her staying in Mirebrook would've been safer?" he asks incredulously.

"I don't know, maybe!" I exclaim, his tone rousing my easily set off temper.

I don't need a guilt trip or lecture at the moment.

"Come on, Sera. We both know how secure that place really is. She would've been just as vulnerable there as she was here. There was nothing you could do."

I whip around to face him.

"And whose fault is it?" I snap. "It's still mine. I'm the one who started all of this in the first place!"

"Because you were manipulated, Sera! By someone who claimed to love you!" I recoil, the words stinging as I'm reminded of the worst mistake I ever made. "What happened is on him and the rest of Nemean, not you."

Freezing with alarm, I widen my eyes at him. "Vincent--"

"Yeah, I saw the mark," he interrupts, his eyes slightly narrowed. "I know they're here, that they did this."

"Not everyone here did, and that was for a reason." My nerves tinge with anger once more. But, I know it's no use trying to keep this a secret now. "The community can't know yet, especially since we have no idea what they have planned."

His eyebrows shoot up his forehead. "Sera, we have to tell people! They need to know what they're up against."

I shake my head adamantly. "No, that is the worst possible thing we can do right now."

"And why is that?"

"You know why," I snap, images from the last attack at the edges of my vision. "Mirebrook, two years ago. The council told everyone right away and look what happened! When the fire started none of them stuck to the plan we spent the last four months creating." This time as my eyelids well with tears, I can't keep them from spilling down. "Mom and I were the only ones who stayed behind! We were trapped in there for hours before someone came back."

When he meets my gaze again, his eyes are haunted. "I know Sera. As if I can forget what happened."

A tension-filled silence surrounds us as we calm down. Then, I hear Freya clear her throat.

"Wait a minute. Who the hell is Nemean?" she asks, her hands loosely on her hips.

Vincent gives me a nod. "They deserve to know."

As much as I'd rather not talk about this out in the open, I know he's right. Exhaling, I reveal who Nemean is and how I knew about them.

"Oh my god," Freya stammers after I'm finished. "Were they...really behind what happened to Stevie?"

"Yes," I say quietly. "Each time they kill someone, they leave their symbol in ink somewhere on the body. We found one on Stevie's neck."

"We also discovered one on someone else," Rebekah adds, her gaze landing on Marcel. "Daniel."

After a few seconds, he blinks in realization. "You already knew? And you didn't say anything?" he exclaimed, his forehead creasing into a scowl.

"I...yes." She gives me a hesitant stare.

Feeling a little guilty, I try to reassure him. "I made her promise not to say anything to you yet."

The irritation barely diminishes as it shifts towards me. "And why is that? I wouldn't have told any of the vampires yet."

"I know, I wanted to wait until I could convince Klaus and Elijah first which didn't take as long as I thought it would." I turn back to Freya who I can tell is also a bit annoyed. "And I didn't want to stress you two. My mom always talked about how it wasn't good for her clients."

Her gaze softens at this, her arms loosening from her sides. "I appreciate the concern but, I'd rather know what this threat is."

"What do you think Nemean will do exactly?" Keelin inquires.

Glancing around, I make sure no one can overhear us, even with enhanced hearing.

"I believe that there will be a large attack at some point," I confess. "One that could endanger everyone in the quarter, possibly more of the city."

Both of them look at me in horrified shock.

"What?!" Freya stammers.

"It's what they always do in places like this, with large supernatural populations. Did you hear about the explosion in Savannah, Georgia six weeks ago?"

Her eyes widen, the color draining from her already light complexion.

Keelin swallows, equally disturbed. "It was on the news. They said a gas leak was responsible."

"Which was started by Nemean. They also set the fire inside. I know because I've been tracking them for years now. Including hacking into their communications."

"That's awful," she murmurs, her hands gravitating towards her stomach instinctively.

"That's actually one of their less successful ones. Usually, their casualties are around twice that number."

Marcel's eyebrows knit in concern. "What made the difference?"

"The amount of warning time. Nemean only started sending their threats five weeks beforehand. The residents had enough time to prepare a defense while staying in the right mindset. The three places they targeted before this one? Same thing. I should've known they were coming here. All of them lead in a curved line...towards New Orleans."

This leaves everyone in stunned silence.

"That's why we need to keep this between us right now," I continue, giving Vincent a pointed look. "I doubt we'll be given the same treatment."

"Why not?" he counters. "Why wouldn't they just continue the pattern?"

I roll my eyes heavenward. "Because this is different! I'm here. More importantly, I care about this place, a thousand times more than I do Mirebrook. This isn't just a means to an end for them. This is personal. They're going to inflict as much pain as they can, which means they're not going to reveal their final move for a while. Trust me on this one Vince. Do you really think they'll give us enough to plan anything until they want us to?"

His jaw clenches repeatedly, his expression full of conflict.

"Alright," he relents, throwing his hands up in defeat. "I won't say anything for now." He narrows his eyes at me. "But if this backfires, I won't hesitate to say I told you so."

I press my lips together to keep a slight smirk from forming. "I would be concerned if you didn't," I remark before I raise an eyebrow at the others as a silent question.

Marcel lifted his shoulder in a half shrug. "The vampires won't hear a thing."

"You know we trust you," Freya adds, gesturing to Keelin who nods in agreement.

An ounce of relief runs through me, allowing the tension I usually carry around with me to ease slightly.

"Thank you," I say before a yawn escapes my lips.

Suddenly, I'm aware of just how exhausted I am from everything that's occurred since this morning.

"Are you...actually tired for once?" Rebekah exclaims with a laugh.

They all knew how I tended to stay up late. Usually, the short amount of sleep I received is somehow enough to keep me energized but, this isn't normal circumstances.

I fail to hide the smile making it's way upwards. "I know, I hardly believe it myself."

"I should probably get going then," Vincent says, his gaze meeting mine once more. "I assume I'll be seeing you soon?"

"Probably. You're the only person here who knows as much about Nemean as I do. I'm sure you'll be able to assist somehow."

He gives me an amused look. "What'd you do, bring all those files with you?"

"Of course not. I digitized everything several months ago. All I needed to bring was my laptop and four flash drives."

After another minute or so of idle conversation, he finally heads for his place. Freya and Keelin leave shortly followed by Marcel and Rebekah who have their own place in the Quarter for when they're not traveling.

"I assume that you'll be staying with us," Elijah says, somewhere between a statement and a question.

I shake my head, realizing I hadn't said anything until now. "Actually, I got a hotel room when I first arrived. It was a couple of hours before check-ins started but, I managed to charm the guy into letting me do it early."

He blinks at me in surprise. Though I catch something else too. Disappointment? I can't quite tell. Usually, people's emotions were easy to decipher but, not his. At least, not when he didn't want you to.

Finally, he gives me a slight grin. "I assume there's no way to dissuade you?"

"Nope." Though I have to admit, the prospect of staying with them is tempting. Luckily, I did plan on having to do it eventually. "But, I did just pay for tonight. After that, if your offer still stands I'll take you up on it then."

"Of course love," Klaus tells me, his gaze dancing between the two of us.

Elijah nods, choosing to ignore him. "You're always welcome when you're here."

We agree to reconvene around 10 in the morning tomorrow before taking my leave. The walk is a relatively short one, around fifteen minutes. The hotel is a historic one but not a major attraction. It's a bit more than I wanted to spend but, since I'll only be here for a night, I didn't really care.

As I start to round the corner onto the street it's on, I notice a figure emerge from the building. Something about it seems strange, compelling me to investigate. I quickly duck back against the brick. Peeking out, I freeze when the person walks underneath a streetlight, illuminating their face.

Minerva.

Why would she be at the hotel? Vincent mentioned that she lived in the Bayou. When she goes past where I'm hiding she stops suddenly, and I hold my breath. Then, the air suddenly warps around her and I have to bite down on my lip hard to keep from gasping.

Blinking, her appearance changes as everything stills once more. The woman is now several years younger and strawberry blonde hair cascades down her shoulders. A pristine white and gold dress covers her slim but muscular frame.

What the hell?!

She looks around as if she can sense someone is watching her. However, her blue eyes never land on mine and she eventually walks past me. The air shifts once more and before I can blink the older woman is back, as if nothing ever happened. I stare in confusion, unable to process anything until she's merely a shadow in the night.

Shaking my head, I finally walk down the street once more and head inside the hotel. When I reach my room, I'm snapped out of my bewildered state as my blood turns to ice. The door is slightly ajar. I didn't forget to lock it. The memory is clear as day. Which means someone else opened it.

I reach for the knife I always keep hidden, briefly closing my eyes to feel the coil of dark energy that hums in my veins. Once I have control of it, I push open the door open completely. Not seeing anyone from out in the hallway, I step inside, my eyes darting around the small space.

"If you're still here, I have a weapon and know how to fight," I exclaim, my tone harsh. "I suggest you come out now."

I receive no response, the only sound from the old radiator. Growling, I search the entire place including the bathroom and closet with no luck. Whoever was here left before I arrived. Examining my suitcase, I find it undisturbed.

With a huff, I lower my hand to my side and allow the energy to become dormant once more. Surveying the room again, I spot a small slip of paper on the nightstand that wasn't there before. Narrowing my eyes in suspicion, I pick it up expecting it to be from Nemean. The paper is smooth under my fingers, thick.

This isn't anything like they've left before. Turning on the lamp, I hold it up to the light until a faint watermark can be seen. Expensive no doubt. A short handwritten message is written on one side in simple yet elegant penmanship. I don't recognize the writing. It isn't Richard's or one of is subordinates. The ink is black which could mean anything. I'd have to analyze it up close to know more.

Sighing, I finally decide to read the message, which is addressed to me.

Dear Serafina,

You do not know who I am but, I believe that I may be able to help you. I am aware of your conflict with the Nemean Brotherhood and have seen the different ways that it may end. It is because of this that I have decided that the time is come to reveal myself to you. To tell you the truth of who exactly you are. More specifically, what you are. It will be the key to defeating your enemy. You have no reason to trust me but, I have watched you from afar since you were a mere infant. I have even visited Mary and Tony to ensure that you were alright. When you left New Orleans, they entrusted me with the care of your home. If you choose to meet with me, I will be there waiting for you. However, I understand if you do not. I will send you the information in another manner.

- A.

The words leave me speechless my heart hammering in my chest. Is this real? Or some elaborate trick? As I continue to stare at the note, it suddenly starts to glow in my hands. Jumping, the paper falls to the ground, a tingling sensation running up my arms. Then, I look down to see my necklace gleaming in the same faint yellow color, the metal suddenly hot against my skin.

I stumble back, almost knocking the lamp over as a strong realization hits me. An overwhelming sense that this is the clue to find out exactly who I am. What Nemean wants with me.

Everything.

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#the originals #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikalson x oc #elijah x oc #originals au

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afoolforatook · 5 years ago

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Hey, I'm really sorry to read about your loss and I hope you're doing ok. I haven't lost a loved one that wasn't a pet before so I don't have any good words or advice. But I just wanted to say I love your writing and your dialogue for fg, and knowing it comes from somewhere special for you makes it even sweeter to read, like it's so soft and personal it's incredible you write it to share with us. So thank you, and I hope you have a good day!

Oh man. Thanks for that hon.

I always feel like there are a bunch of people out there who want to say something to someone they know who’s dealing with grief but they don’t know how or what to say so they don’t.

And on the one hand I got so done with hearing the phrase “sorry for your loss” about three days in to this nightmare. But on the other hand we as a society are completely unprepared to talk about grief openly, and sometimes there’s just nothing else you know to say and that’s fine. Hell im trying to base my career on the topic and just this morning I heard from a friend from highschool that they recently lost someone and I said it then. Honestly I think it’s more a problem when it’s the only thing people say.

Cause I’ve ranted before about how I hate that phrase. But when it’s like this? When there’s actually some kind words to back it up, to show you it’s more than someone just repeating the standard saying to placate your too big emotions that they know how or don’t want to deal with?

It’s very heartwarming.

I know this isn’t really replying exactly to this, but it’s kinda my little soapbox.

Try not to worry about saying exactly the right thing, or advice or whatever when you want to reach out to someone but don’t really understand their grief. Maybe it’s different for others but for me, I will never be anything but touched when someone talks to me or messages me like this. Because one of the biggest things with grief is how isolating it becomes. People don’t understand. It makes them uncomfortable. They don’t know the right things to do or say so they avoid doing or saying anything at all. Or worst, they ignore it. They freeze whenever the persons name is said, or cut them out of old stories.

No one knows how to talk about grief. So, when they eventually experience it themselves, as we all will unfortunately, they have no frame of reference, no outlet, nothing to show them that hey, you’re not broken for not grieving the way the world expects you to.

It’s why I talk about my experience so openly. Why I force myself to put as little of a filter on things as I can (also it just feels better to allow yourself to just be ANGRY or whatever you’re feeling and not apologize for it). And it’s still hard sometimes, especially in creative settings (oh boy critique day during finals earlier this month when I got up and pitched my memoir about how my life fell apart when my girlfriend died?? That was an awkward few minutes).

But not because it’s hard to talk about or because I’m scared of my feelings. But because I’m scared of how people will react. I’m scared of being a downer, of people pitying me, of treating me different, of thinking that because my problems are so obviously tragic and big that means they can’t talk to me about their own issues that they think are lesser than mine.

And I think it’s especially important right now, because we, as a species, are experiencing some major collective trauma, and will have an enormous, complicated, long grieving process that for many of us will be a part of the rest of our lives, whether in the context of lost loved ones or any of the countless other types of loss and grief that can result from this. We’re going to need to be there for each other, and allow ourselves to feel and process and discuss our trauma.

Annnnnnd that was all way more of a rant than you asked for but it’s all to say, thank you. It truly means so much.

In other news HEY! You, my friend, better be expecting some big excited comments/replies when my brain starts working again because you have been absolutely killing it with this kiss series and I am LOVING IT.

Also a note: you know what just /gets/ me? When people say ‘thank you for writing/sharing this’

LIKE YALL

ARE SO SOFT AND GOOD AND KIND AND IM NOW OBLIGATED NO HONORED TO BE YOUR ETERNAL CHEERLEADER IT IS FINAL NO TAKE BACKS

#personal #my person #drbtinglecannon #i sure do like soapbox rants when i miss my meds huh?#who are we kidding #i always like over the top soapbox rants #its how my brain works

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ghoststrawberries · 5 years ago

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hey so I literally just started watching kny bc literally your taste is almost 1-for-1 the same as mine, and I was like 'ok I trust ghost, I got some free time and a hulu account, let's do this' and like???? yeah. it's good. i have only known my son for one day and I love him, my weird maroon midoriya boy. tl;dr you have great taste and do you have any more recs (besides mp100 & bnha which I both already watch & love)

i love gettin asks like this….. like yes…. come here……… come to ghost…………. let me infect u and make u trust me………… let us share our taste for fictional media…….. itll all be fine and every character definitely ends up happy in everything im into and you will not cry at any point itLL BE FINE. TRUST ME.

gosh tho im so glad i influenced u into giving kny a try and that ur enjoying it so far!!! tanjiro is also my son whom i love. tbh ive been reading more than watching it bc the art of the manga is really unique i think! but wow im emotional , im so emotional,, please take care of ur heart while proceeding thru kny

some other recs ive got for manga/anime are:

Dungeon Meshi - no anime yet, but please read it, it feels like a classic rpg/dnd game and youll fall in love with the characters, and the plot is so much deeper than it first leads u to believe. it needs more fans its literally so good

Kekkai Sensen - ghHGHHH I LOVE KEKKAI SENSEN’S WHOLE AESTHETIC. the plot is a lil wonky ngl, but studio bones animated it and lemme just say its GORGEOUS. the city its set in feels like a living breathing thing alongside the characters and i keep going back to it just for its vibes

i started HunterxHunter last year, havnt continued with it yet just cause my brains a mushroom, but what i saw i liked! its really fun, and an anime classic, if you havent seen it.

also i dont wanna assume you’ve seen it and not rec it but if u have seen it feel free to ignore this rec: Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood is ALWAYS in my top 5. always and forever. absolutely incredible characters, plot execution, setting, everything.

The Promised Neverland is another new anime that i enjoyed. i will say tho its not for everyone, bc the main characters are very young children and they go through a lot of turmoil, but theyre so smart and its really thrilling to watch thru the suspense, and root for them as they try to escape their situation

and if u want a break from action and tension…… Fruits Basket is very sweet………. sometimes u just gotta watch and enjoy a goofy shoujo…. u just gotta give into the soft romance……………

Mushishi is also an anime to watch if u want a break from action and tension….. i love it a lot. every episode is kind of its own self contained story, and the supernatural elements are so enchanting. its a very slow-paced and mesmerizing anime

That’s all i have off the top of my head rn really! ofc I hope that you enjoy the ones u try out but dont feel obligated to stick it out just cause I rec’d it - every story is different and has different things that might interest some people but repel others. like, before lookin at any of these def look into if theres any warnings for stuff u might be squicked out by, cause i have no idea your real preferences beyond that our tastes often align, but overall i hope i dont steer you too wrong with these recs!

Have a good day! 💖

#ask a ghost #and hey feel free always to ask off anon for more recs that i can just hand to u personally #i always feel weird if i make a long laundry list in a public ask yknow so i usually try to keep myself from listing too many things #speakin of long lists tho heres some honorary mentions that i cant believe i didnt include originally:#blue exorcist and d.gray-man #ALSO HAIKYUU #just watch everything i watch telepathically with me #Anonymous

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asian-hero · 6 years ago

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hey its the prev anon (the tumblr eating asks one) yeah thats not mine, can i get a shiro x fem reader with prompt 67? Thank u !! Sorry if it seems like im pressuring u ^w^

this sounds more gender neutral i hope you don’t mind

#67: When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More

send me a kiss prompt! (vld, tdp, ml, dbh (i’m begging you, send me connor kiss prompt pls))

Your friendship with Shiro was always sort of rocky. It wasn’t that you two hated each other, it was more of a double sided love-hate relationship. You were constantly angry and worried about all of the stunts that Shiro pulled and he was annoyed with how you were always watching him. Ever since you two were little, you’d always hurl insults at each other, trying to see who could say the most vile thing to the other. This occurred so often that your parents, teachers, and other classmates thought you actually hated each other. Of course, this wasn’t the case, and if either of you said something that crossed the line then you’d apologize, because deep down, really deep down, you cared for each other.

That’s why you found yourself in the med bay of the Garrison, waiting right outside of the surgery room that currently held Shiro in it. He had been reckless. The Atlas was losing power and the paladins of Voltron were in a tight spot, not being able to fend off the Galra by themselves. So Shiro, ever the self-sacrificing hero, decided to take one of the MFE fighter pilots and rushed right into the fight. He managed to help take down two of the Galra’s ships, but he was shot down by the cruiser, crashing down right in front of the Garrison.

You remember rushing alongside the medics to the emergency room. Seeing Shiro with blood pouring out of his head, bruises and burns littering his exposed skin, will forever haunt you. Seeing his face contort into one of pain while trying to talk, blood trickling out his mouth as well, is etched into your memory. The feeling of his blood seeping onto your skin and clothes, the warmth that it provided, had now been burned into your flesh, and you couldn’t wash the feeling away, no matter how hard you tried. You know that you’ll never forget when he looked at you, even though he’d been through hell and he was a certified mess, he smiled at you. A peaceful smile, full of warmth and love that, once he slipped into unconsciousness, still rested on his face. That one damn smile was the sole reason of the blood curdling scream that tore itself from your lips.

Looking down at your arms, you took in a deep breath. Although you’d scrubbed away at the blood on your skin and burned the clothes tainted with his blood, you could still feel it linger. It felt like a constant reminder that you failed him somehow. No matter how much your brain tried to convince you that his injuries weren’t your fault, that you aren’t even a soldier, you couldn’t help but think that you could’ve prevented this. Maybe, if you had joined him in the fighter pilot division instead of the medic division when you were younger. If you had been trained to fight in this type of combat, then maybe this could’ve been you, and not him.

The quiet “swish” of the door opening and closing caught your attention. Glancing up, you noticed one of the operating doctors standing next to you. Springing up to your feet, you looked at her curiously.

“How is he?” You croaked out, your voice damaged by your screams earlier in the day.

The doctor smiled at you, activating the door to open it. “He’s no longer in critical condition, but he’s still unconscious. You can see him, if you’d like.”

You nodded your head, not trusting your voice to speak any longer. Stepping inside of the room, you were quick to sit down in the seat next to Shiro. Seeing the rise and fall of his chest, a quiet snore coming from him, made you sigh in relief. Brushing his bangs away from his face, you smiled, gently caressing his face in the process. Looking over your shoulder, you smiled faintly at the doctor.

“Is it okay if I stay here?”

She smiled, nodding her head as she exited the room, leaving you to slowly fall into a light slumber.

———

The sound of sheets rustling is what woke you up. Opening your eyes groggily, you noticed that Shiro’s eyes were finally open. Snapping up, you analyzed his face, making sure that he wasn’t in immense pain. He seemed to know what you were doing, as he turned his face away from you.

“Stop looking at me like that. I’m fine,”

You huffed out in annoyance. “You know, for once in your life can you just shut up and let me worry about you?”

When he didn’t respond, you sighed. Grabbing his face gently, you forced him to look at you. Leaning in, you examined his face once more, making sure that there were no cuts or bruises in more important places. After a few seconds had passed, you slumped back in your chair, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“Do you know how stupid you are?”

Shiro blinked, clearly not expecting that from you. “Wow, I just woke up less than five minutes ago and that’s what you want to say to me?”

You crossed your arms, sending a harsh glare at him. “Look at yourself! Do you have any idea how worried we were?”

Shiro sat up slightly, wincing at the pain that shot up his side. “I did what was necessary for the team’s success,”

You could practically feel the steam rolling off of you because you were so angry. Your hands balled into fists, your blunt nails indenting the skin of your palms.

“What if you died? You do know that you’re not immortal, right? I don’t care if you thought that you were ‘helping’ the team, your life is just as important as their’s!”

“They’re our only chance to defeat the Galra! I’m not going to sit by and do nothing if I can help!” Shiro yelled, not looking at you.

You felt your tears streaming down your face freely now. “There are other ways you can help! You don’t have to continuously put yourself in harms way!”

You couldn’t help the sob that ripped through you. All you could think about was how lifeless Shiro looked, how terrified you were when you tried to help him up on the stretcher. Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm down your sobs as you spoke:

“Did you even think about the consequences that would happen if you did die? What would the Garrison do? What would the paladins do?” You took a second as hiccups began to arise, “What would I do?”

Shiro snapped his head towards you, his eyes softening at the sight. He scooted over on the hospital bed, patting a spot for you to sit. You obliged, slowly moving over towards him, rubbing at your eyes in the process.

He gently took your hands away from your eyes, resting his forehead on yours. You looked at him, your face heating when you realized how close he was.

“I’m sorry for making you worry,” He whispered, not wanting to break the peace you two had.

You smiled, shaking you head slightly, causing your foreheads to bump. “I know you are. I also know that after this you’ll still put yourself in danger, so, just, please be careful. For me.”

He stroked your cheek, silently making a promise to you. Leaning in ever so slightly, Shiro slowly moved until his lips were on top of yours.

His lips were rough and chapped, partially due to the cold hospital air. You gripped his shoulders, making sure to not damage him even more so. Carefully, he wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up onto his lap, deepening the kiss. You sucked his bottom lip into your mouth and he groaned, before pulling away slightly, looking at you with concern.

“I’m sorry, are you sure you—“

Instead of answering him in words, you pressed your lips back on his, your nose bumping into his cheek slightly. His hands were immediately on you again, gripping your waist tighter. His tongue pressed against your lips, silently begging for entry. You allowed him to, tasting your shared breath.

You absolutely could’ve done this for an eternity, if it weren’t for the “swish” of the door and a round of horrified gasps. Jumping off of Shiro, you turned around, groaning when you saw who were the intruders.

Standing in the doorway were the paladins, with Lance and Hunk staring at the two of you in shock, Allura covering her and Pidge’s eyes, and Keith, leaning against the door with a bored look on his face. Shiro cupped the back of your head, hiding you in his chest. He narrowed his eyes at them.

“Haven’t you heard of knocking?”

“Haven’t you heard of bed rest?” Keith countered, a smirk on his face.

You groaned, pushing yourself further into Shiro’s chest. He laughed at your antics, pressing his lips to your hairline. Looking up at him, you smiled.

You were thankful for him being alive.

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aheartyouonceknew · 6 years ago

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The Love that nearly destroyed me.

This is a detailed account of my experience of my love with a blogger and ex fiance, this is my story.

(please forgive any grammatical errors)

A bit of back story, i met her through a family member. When we first met were attracted to each other almost instantly. We drove to Vegas and saw all the casino's and had a blast. As time went on we both grew even more attracted to each other and before the end of the first night we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. On the second night we are getting ready to go out and I am looking in the mirror and I jokingly tease 'would you date me? Id date me' while doing a silly flex.

'what are you gay or something?' She asks me.

'I say no im 100% sure im straight but I have made out with guys before and realised it wasn’t for me.'

She goes wide eyed and freezes up. I ask her what's wrong, but she refuses to look at me or even touch me. I then realised she actually may be homophobic, and I tell her im not gay. She is stone cold. I then realised she as a practicing Christian, that this was a big no no for her.

I tell her that’s all in the past, and that I am comfortable with who I am. She refuses to speak to me or look at me, so i give up and I leave the room upset.

Later that night after dinner, I see her again, she tells me not to talk about it again and we should just forget about it. We have a blast in Vegas, get very drunk. We have this amazing connection and attraction towards her. Sadly the trip had to end but we both decide to meet again.

A couple of days later i meet in her home town in a motel, met her little one and it was fantastic. That same night i get a message from my ex gf asking how my trip was. She glares at me, demanding to know who I was talking to. I panic and casually tell her 'just an old friend.' She demands to know who it is and asks me for my phone. I oblige, she tgen scrolls and see's old texts of my ex and i.

She flips out.

Bare in mind this was less then a week of knowing each other. I didn’t even get a chance to delete my Tinder (to which she saw). I tried to explain to her that this was all moving so fast and I hadnt had the time to sort all these things or even consider them at the time.

So we are in the motel room and she flips out, grabbing her things and is ready to leave. Im on my knee's telling her im sorry etc. She looks at me and asks me what I am willing to do to be with her. I say anything. She says 'ok delete and create a new facebook'.

Im shocked, over 10 years of memories and family photos? Gone?

I tell her I cant do that cause those were too sentimental.

She then decides she wants me to block and delete any female friends I had a relationship sexual or non sexual, she then demands I delete my Snapchat and Instagram accounts. I obliged.

The next thing I regret doing so the most, is to my ex gf of mine.

She tells me to message her, and tell her that I don’t ever want to talk to her ever again (within those terms). I did so, and I felt like a scumbag for hurting thst poor girl that did nothing ill towards me.

After a long hours talk of me asking for forgiveness, we make up.

A week later she decides to bring herself and her little one to my mums house to feel how we are together. My dream is to be a father and I would love her child like my own.

So we are at the house and it was the most perfect week of my life, it was bliss and I knew I wanted this. After the week ended I then realised I had one week left. We were both devastated as I had to fly back to Bali to work for my dad. I then wanted to prove my commitment to her (because I was in love with her at the time) .

So that night I went into my backyard while she was in the living room and dressed up in a black suit and lit an array of candles in my back yard. I messaged her to come out, and I was standing there, she smiled beautifully and kept laughing, I grabbed her by the had and said, 'I may not have much right now, so I cant give you a ring. But what I can give you is a promise that I want to share my life with you.' I then turned to her little one and gave a solem vow to protect her and care for her as my own.

The next day we contact her parents, and they are shocked and scared. Everything is happening so quickly, too quickly they say. But after a long talk, the father and mother gave me their blessing. I promised to take care of their daughter and gave them my word. Lots of tears of joy were shed.

The day arrives when I have to leave, I take the plane back and meet my dad and step mum. I told my dad that I was engaged and he gives me this sour look, 'you only knew her for less then a month, what do you know of love?'.

My dad had promised me work to build echo friendly villas, to which he promised me a stable income in which I could provide for her and her little one when they were here.

What my dad didn’t tell me was that a deal he had fell through, and that the money that was supposed to come in to build the resort wont be available so the resort building is postponed. He tells me I can work for him as a manager, but will only pay me when the business starts to take off and I show my worth.

I am furious.

I had this whole plan that I was relying on my dad, I believed in him to keep his word. Now that it had fell through not only did I feel like I lied to her but her family as well. I asked my dad would it be ok if she was welcome to come live here?

He said of course, I'll support her in any way I can. So I talked to my Fiance and she asks 'will he buy us the tickets?As I already spent hundreds of dollars on passports and luggage.'

I tell her he said any way he can.

I then have a conference call with my dad and fiance. My fiance asks when can he book the tickets for the trip?

I never said that he says.

He explains when he will support her anyway he can means when she gets here with her own money. (take in mind I left my old job in australia and have $0 to my name) So another lie in her eyes and to her family.

I talk to my dad and I tell him, if she cant be here then Im going back to the US, he says ok. ‘If you really love her I'll pay for your ticket’. I tell her about me going back, she asks if there is anything I can do to make some money? I tell her I have my camera and gopros that I could sell. She says 'good sell them' I hesitate, the camera's have sentimental value as they were the first gift my dad ever sent me. She then takes my hesitation as a message of unloyalty. She then yells abuse at me over and over, repeating my faults and telling her of her willingness to sacrifice everything. (to which I understand).

I then promise her to sell the cameras to get my tickets to the US as my dad has proven unreliable. But I hold back from selling the camera's, I don’t tell her about this as I am hoping my dad will follow through.

That night my dad is upset at me for coming here and giving up on the family for '' some chick in the US''. I felt torn on both ends, but I do love my fiance and I will fight for her. He tells me if that’s the case then I ill receive no support from him.

Later that night I responded to all the well wishes of the engagement, an old french high school friend (who is a lesbian) contacted me. I say thank you beautiful as I nickname her beautiful as I have always done. I then get a phone call of my fiance yelling at me saying I shouldn’t compliment any girl, and that I should be her main focus. I try to explain my reasoning but she wouldn’t listen so again I apologies and accept defeat.

A couple of days go by and my fiance asks if I had posted the cameras, I said not yet but I am doing so now. More hurled abuse, more fighting. I post the camera's and get terrible prices for them that would barely get me to the US.

Later that night my fiance calls me up, she is so happy. My mum and her have decided to pitch in to get me here, and that I can sell the camera's in the US for a better price. And that it would be best if we move to Australia together and when I get settled I can pay her and my mum back for the ticket.

But there was a catch,

I have to leave the next night. My fiance urges me to tell my dad of me leaving but I don’t. I hold off in telling my dad at the last second as he had my passport in holding, I feared he would refuse to give me my passport and not let me leave.

When i finally have the passport in my hands i decode to break the news to him.

He is devastated.

I then feel sorry for him and I give him one of my best go pro's to use for his surfing and that he can pay me whatever feels right. So later that night I fly to the US.

Once I arrived, we finally met. She decided to stay at my mothers house while my mother was in paris on a holiday, it would just be me and her.

It was as if a day had not gone by, the same feelings arose and all was well. I took care of her little one by changing the diapers, feeding, and playing. I was in bliss, I wanted to prove to her and show her I could do this. One thing that I never told her was I did feel a lot of shame how I left things with my dad, and I was quite upset, but I put on a smile whenever I could. Later that day i get a message from my dad and found out my dad decided to just pay me $100 ¼ of what the camera was worth, i kind of minded on the sale being so cheap.

She also was not happy, she yells at me, demanding that I pay her the money I owe her by selling the camera's. The next day I successfully sell part of my camera sets and pay her back and she is happy.

One day I am feeling very horny, I tease her and I am extra affectionate towards her. I tell her she is beautiful and does this to me and that I am so lucky to have a girl like her. As the day goes by I am still like a dog on heat. She leads me to the bed room. I get super excited and playful, she then pushes me away and says 'im going to masturbate now.' Im like 'awesome sure let me help'.

‘No, I dont want you touching me but we can masturbate side by side’.

At first I thought she was joking, but at the same time I am extremely hurt.

I think to myself...

'Did I do anything wrong?'

'Is she still attracted to me?'

So I am visibly upset I get up and put my clothes on and leave the room. After about 20 minutes she comes out and I am still upset at her. I tell her Im just going to lie down for a bit, she lays next to me and asks if im ok and apologises for not wanting to sleep with me as she wasnt feeling well. I then tell her don’t worry about it, I'll get over it. I then jokingly told her that I kinda went to lie down so I could masturbate as I needed to release myself.

She then leaves the room. I then emerge from the room relaxed and satisfied. She is scowling at me packing her bags.... She is furious that I decided to masturbate and demanded if I masturbated to other girls or to porn?

I am in disbelief as I felt like there were some double standards. It’s the hotel room all over again, I beg for her not to leave, but she decides to stay.

*Just a note, I respect a women's choice to refuse sex to a man if she doesn’t feel like it. But I cant help to feel upset.*

A couple of days go by my mother returns from paris and she goes back to her home town. We both plan on me visiting her family and me staying at her dads or sisters house while there. Unfortunately they both said they couldn’t house me. She then asks to sell the rest of the gear so I could rent a motel for us to stay. I agree. After the phone call i talk to my mum and tell her everything, my mum says that its only fair i pay her back as well, since i did so with Carolyn.

Yet again I am at a crossroads, but I made a promise to pay my mother back so I agreed to pay my mum. I told my fiance that I will still be seeing her but I would only stay for during the day as I cant afford the motel. She is furious, 'what about the money from the camera gear?' I try to explain to her. But she refuses to listen. Yelling above my voice not giving me a chance to speak she tells me not to come, and that she is sick of the empty promises I never fulfil. She removes our engagement status and blocks me on all forms of social media.

I am devastated, im a heaping sobbing mess to my mum. I love her I really do....I cry. I decided to accept things as they were, so I decided to install Tinder (more to which to heal my wounds and insecurities of being dumped). With the app installed im staring at the swipe screen, and I just cant do it. So I uninstall the app.

I decided to heal the bridges I destroyed and contacted my old ex. I call her just telling her i was sorry for what I had said/done.

'You really hurt me, you really really hurt me' she cried. I cried.

'But I forgive you, because I don’t believe in holding onto hate.' I cry again.

After the talk I felt better that she accepted my apology, but sad knowing things may never be as they were. But it felt good to hear her laugh again.

Later that night I was trying to relax when I get a phone call.

Its my now ex fiance.

I ask her what does she want? She then tells me she didn’t feel like things ended correctly and wanted to make things right. I had enough

Correctly? None of this has ended correctly. I yell.

I tell her that the real reason she is calling is to mask this guilt, I told her I did my best with the cards I was dealt but it was never enough. But to know I at least tried and never gave up on her. The real person who is given up is you.

I then hung up. (and yes that was dramatic as it was in the heat of the moment).

She calls me back, and I ask her. Do you really love me? Yes shes tells me. My heart ache's.

I then tell her that i love her and that I will see her tomorrow to have a real talk.

The next day I take the train to see her, she hops out of the uber and is skipping towards me in a joyful mood. Im cold and numb by this point, i have an emotional barrier up. She hugs me, kissing my arm etc.

'Lets talk.'

We go into the café and sit across from each other in an awkward silence. I tell her I am doing the best I can, and that I believe once I am in control of my own life in Australia we can finally have a normal life. She tells me she loves me and wants that too. She wants things to work, and I really felt like she does. We make up and everything is perfect again, but then she stops and has this smile...Like she is looking forward to something.

She then asks, 'Did you install Tinder?'

I am completely caught off guard and blurt out 'no', as I uninstalled the app. She pulls out the phone in this satisfied smile and ask 'then whats this?' Showing my tinder profile.

I tell her that yes, i installed it but never used it.

'have you been talking to any other girls on social media?'

I decided to tell the truth.

‘Yes, my ex...but only to sa-’,She then gets up and leaves

'if your talking to her again why don’t you just be with her.' And she walks out.

And that’s when I felt like I was done, emotionally just done.

A couple weeks have gone by, and she's moved on.

Although I do look her up from time to time, I am glad that she is happy, I decided to tell this story because I felt like this is part of my healing process. I really did love her. But i dont think she ever loved me.

I felt like she loved the idea of me being a father role, but never really loved me.

She is a hypocrite in most cases on her stances towards men, but that is her reality. I respect her beliefs and her views to empower women but at the same time its contradictory, I dont judge her on her stance towards homosexuality or if religious views.

I moved my life for a love that never deserved or appreciated me, the control factor is scary. The mind games of her holding onto that tinder info waiting to use it on me like a loaded gun showed me she enjoys the control over men.

But don’t get me wrong, this poor girl has been through so much and I understand her distrust towards men (its why I put up with everything). At the same time I do feel sorry for her because of the men in her past has left her broken, its the sad fact of one persons crazy is another persons reality.

If any of you that read this, that has suffered from emotional abuse please dont hesitate to reach out.

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