#and i had to walk bc its raining but i left late so i speed walked but now im all sweaty

[giverofempathy]

so sick of the anxiety today

[lvanter]

note: :(( hi :(( i accidentally deleted the first one so :(( repost :(( also like disclaimer i’m not assuming felix’s sexuality schsjs this is pure fiction :] okay hope u enjoy it :] bc i really like it

warnings: coming out, kissing,

wc: 2.9k

years in between. fl

felix is 10 when he first meet you.

chris, felix’s older brother, came home from school later than expected.

another thing that wasn’t expected was you walking into the house with him, holding your backpack tightly. felix was sat at the dinner table with his dad doing some homework.

“chris? you’re home late,” his dad looked up from the work laying on the table. “who’s this?”

chris proudly introduced you as the new kid in his class and his new best friend.

felix’s eyes widened when he looked at you. you had a yellow raincoat on and a pair of worn out black sneakers, and you were slight wet from the rain. chris, on the other hand, was drenched.

“i fell into a puddle,“ chris admitted, his cheeks growing hot. nobody asked, but he knew they were going to.

his father nodded, a smile finding its way onto his lips, “you two should get dry. i’ll get some towels,“

as their father left to get towels, chris gestured for you to take your shoes and jacket off, while he did the same. he walked over to felix and ruffled his hair, “hey, lix,”

“hi,” felix smiled happily at his older brother.

“(name), this is my little brother felix,” chris introduced, his hand on felix’s shoulder

“hi, felix,“

you shot him a smile. a smile that would be engraved into his mind for a very long time.

felix is 12 when he comes to the conclusion that he’s bisexual.

he comes to the conclusion when he imagines kissing lee minho, his neighbor, for the nth time, after having a yet another daydream about how lovely it would be to date yoo jeongyeon, his math tutor.

tears were streaming down his face that night. he was supposed to like girls! and girls only! this could not be happening. he tried to stay quiet as he cried, to no avail. within a few minutes chris was hugging him tightly and running his hand up and down felix’s back to soothe and comfort him.

felix remembers stuttering and stammering what was wrong through the tears running down his face at a rapid speed. he remembers chan pulling him closer and telling him that it was okay and that he was still felix.

“but…” felix sniffled, “but aren’t i supposed to only like girls?”

chris gave him a resecuring and yet sad smile, “you can like whoever you want, lix,”

“really?”

“yeah!” chris gave him another smile, this time happier, “whoever you want! as long as they’re a nice person,“ he teased, pointing a finger at his younger brother.

(name) is a nice person, was the first thought that came to mind, but felix didn’t dare say it out loud, in fear of what chris would say.

chris ended up sleeping in felix’ bed, holding him tight.

the next day felix told his best friends, kim seungmin and han jisung. the pessimistic part of felix was sure they were gonna hate him and never talk to him again. but the response he got was far from that; they ended up cuddling on the couch in seungmin’s living room. seungmin busy wiping felix’ tears away and calming him down, while jisung made a fort and found all their favorite movies.

telling his parents was the hardest and chris knew that, so he made sure he was holding felix’s hand as tightly as he could, to give the younger one more comfort. chris was positive their parents would accept their youngest child’s sexuality.

felix, however, was not. he had made the mistake of telling chris he was fine, and therefore had to sleep alone the night before, leaving room to overthink.

the room got uncomfortably hot for felix, as soon as their parents sat down at the dining table, like he had asked them to.

“mom, dad,” felix began, tightening his grip on chris’ hand. “i’m...” he gulped, “i’m...”

felix closed his eyes forcefully. the words ‘i can’t’ repeated in his head, ‘they’re gonna hate me’

“i’m……..” the words kept getting stuck in throat.

“you’re what, sweetheart?” his mom asked, in the tone she usually had when she spoke to her youngest child.

“i’m bi,” he whispered so lowly only chris heard him.

“what?” it was their dads turn to speak, “felix, you know how we feel about mumbling,”

chris leaned closer to felix so he could whisper into his ear, “do you want me to say it?”

felix nodded without saying anything.

chris took a deep breath before speaking,“felix is bisexual,”

the silence that fell over the room made felix want to hide away and cry. he closed his eyes, not wanting to see his parents disgusted faces (and to stop the tears, that were threatening to fall). before he could stop himself the tears began to fall. the words ‘they hate me’ repeated themselves over and over again in his head.

he felt someone wipe his tears away. at first he thought i was chris, but the hands felt rougher. dad?

felix opened his his eyes, and through the tears he could make out his dads kind face.

“it’s okay, felix,” his dad rubbed his back to comfort him (the same way chris had done it when he first found out).

“you…you don’t hate me?” felix managed to get out, tears still falling.

“oh, lixie,” his mom stood up and walked over to the boys, “we could never hate you, okay.” she said, taking her sons hands.

that night felix and chris slept on the couches in the living room (their parent went to sleep in their bed, and didn’t want to wake their sons up), after a long evening of watching felix’ favorite movies and eating take out.

“chris?” felix whispered, twenty minutes after midnight.

“hmm?” chris on hummed in response. he was very close to falling asleep.

“thank you,”

“it’s nothing, lixie, i’ve got you,”

felix cuddle closer into his big brother, and fell asleep quickly. he couldn’t remember the last time he slept that well.

felix is 14 when he’s sure he’s in love with you.

felix didn’t know much about love.

he had never been in love. sure, he’s had crushes (like the ones he had on yoo jeongyeon and lee minho), but they never lasted longer than a few months. the one he’s had on you, however, has lasted for 4 years…but he wasn’t sure if it was love or if he just found you cool and good looking.

he became sure that day a carnival was in town, and his parents had taken him and chris. after trying a bunch of rides and eating very overpriced and unhealthy foods, chris had spotted you and waved you over.

you were with your dads family, felix learned. you had ruffled his hair and given chris the usual hug.

“hi, chrissy,“ you said, hugging your best friend, before ruffling felix’ hair, “hi, lix,“

lix… you only called him lix, never felix, or fefe like jisung did when he wanted to tease him. it made his heart beat faster than it should, and usually left him kinda dizzy.

“h-hi, (name),“ he stuttered, silently cursing at himself afterwards. why did he have to stutter? why couldn’t he talk normally around you?

your dad’s family and their parents had begun to talk, leaving you, chris and felix to go on rides by yourselves. you ended up in a ‘coffee cup ride’, where you sit in a coffee cup and spin around.

felix gulped slightly as he sat down in front you. you gave him a smile, the one that always made his heart pound.

“you nervous?” you asked him.

“on-only a little,”

why did i have to stutter? felix groaned inwardly at himself.

“it’s okay, lix, i am too,”

felix gave you a shy smile and the ride started. felix felt the wind run through his hair, it felt nice. he could barely open his eyes, as the ride continued. he was well aware that he was gonna get dizzier because he closed his eyes, so he forced them open.

the first thing he saw was you. your smile was wide and your eyes curled up, as you held on tight on the table in the middle. you looked so happy and free. felix was sure everything seemed to slow down, as you laughed happily.

the sight was the most beautiful felix had ever seen.

his hands began began to move closer to grab yours unconsciously. before he could realize it he had grabbed it and you had given it a squeeze in return, without looking at him.felix felt himself begin to sweat a little at your touch.

you had held his hand before, but that was when he was a kid and still needed to hold somebody’s hand when he crossed the street.

now he was a grown up….okay, no, he wasn’t, but like every 14 year-old he liked to think he was.

is this what love feels like? he asked himself, as he kept watching you laugh and smile as the ride kept going. his heart was pounding, his cheeks was red and hot, and his stomach was filled with butterflies.

felix didn’t know much about love, but from what he’s read and seen in movies, this is what it feels like.

felix is 16 when he gets his heart broken for the first time.

felix wasn’t hungry, but chris was. and felix being the younger one of the two had been forced to go get the food.

chris had given felix the address to a small chinese restaurant, around 15 minutes away from their home.

felix actually didn’t mind getting the food. he liked going for walks, they cleared his head. his head that was filled with thoughts about you (and maybe the homework he had gotten).

the door to the restaurant dinged quietly as it opened. felix stood and scanned the restaurant for a moment. a family of five sitting, two girls, an old couple, a couple of friends, nothing too exciting. the foods scent got to felix, making his stomach grumble. okay, maybe he was hungry after all.

he went up to the counter, got the food and paid. he was happily on his was out when a guy—a couple of years older than him, if felix were to guess—walked through the door, slightly bumping into felix on the way.

“oh, sorry,” the guy gave felix an apologetic smile, to which felix just gave him a nod and a, “it’s fine,”

felix walked out the door, when his phone vibrated. he pulled it out of his back pocket as he stood outside the restaurant.

from chris: can u get some soda too uwu

felix made a grimace at his brothers use of uwu.

to chris: only if u promise me that ure never gonna say uwu again

from chris: fine :(

from chris: btw do u see (name)??? they should be on a date there right now w their boyfie

felix’s heart sank as he read the text. a date? you were on a date? felix quickly looked into the restaurant, through the big windows. his eyes found you easily. he found you just in time to see you pull the same guy that bumped into felix in for a kiss; the kind of kiss felix wished he could give you.

felix felt sick. while he didn’t have any real hope you liked him, he still wished you did. he tried to tear his eyes away from you, to no avail. you saw him and waved, but the only thing he wanted to do was cry. he waved back unenthusiastically, and gripped the bag with the food tighter. he ran home. felix hated running.

when he got home he threw the bag on the couch beside chris, and went to his room, ignoring chris asking how much he owed.

felix threw himself onto his bed. he had no expectations and was still let down. of course you didn’t like him, he was just your best friends’ younger brother. he tried to distract himself—both from you and his grumbling stomach. it didn’t work all to well.

felix went the bed early that day, hungry and heartbroken.

felix is 18 when he has his first kiss.

it was with hwang hyunjin, his best friend (seungmin left to study in america and jisung malaysia).

felix didn’t feel embarrassed over the fact that he didn’t have it before. if he was being completely honest, he thought it was overrated (and kinda gross).

hyunjin had kissed people before, but it was something that only lasted 5 seconds. he approached felix nervously, asking if said boy could help him get better at kissing only for felix to tell him that he hadn’t even had his first kiss yet.

this shocked hyunjin probably more than it should. felix was very popular with both girls and boys, and had been on plenty of dates throughout his life, so the fact that he have never kissed somebody came as a shock.

“really?”

“yeah,” felix shrugged, laying down on hyunjins bed. he wasn’t sure why hyunjin looked so shocked.

“really?” hyunjins mouth opened and closed resembling a fish.

“yes, hyunjin,” felix repeated, “i’ve never kissed someone before,”

hyunjin thought for a bit before talking again, “can i kiss you?”

felix choked on his spit, “what?” he coughed, as hyunjin hit him on his back.

“can i kiss you? like can i be your first kiss?”

“w-why?”

hyunjins eyebrows furrowed, “what do you mean why? i wanna get better at kissing and i’m sure you wanna know what it’s like to kiss,”

“but..but we’re best friends?” felix sputtered.

“yes, meaning we trust each other,” the older boy rolled his eyes, “you don’t have to if you don’t want to obviously,”

“no, we can do it,”

“are you sure, lix?”

“yes, hyunjin, we can kiss,” felix rolled his eyes, but his heart was full of love. he knew hyunjin wanted to be completely sure he wasn’t doing anything felix didn’t want to do.

“okay then,” hyunjin nodded, slowly connecting their lips.

it was a short kiss…actually it was more of a peck. just a quick touch of their lips.

“was that okay?” hyunjin asked nervously, he really didn’t want felix to feel uncomfortable.

felix nodded. he didn’t feel anything, just hyunjin’s lips on his.

“wanna go again?” hyunjin asked.

felix shrugged, “sure,”

this time, the kiss was different. it was deeper, and felix is pretty sure some tongue was involved.

kissing is overrated, felix thought. he was following hyunjin, letting the slightly older boy take control. this time, felix pulled away first.

“how was that?” hyunjin ran a hand through his hair, messing it up.

felix shrugged again.

“don’t shrug,” hyunjin whined, making felix chuckled at his friend. “was it nice? was it too much? was it not enough? was it—“

felix cut hyunjin off, “it was fine, overrated, but fine,”

hyunjin giggled, “overrated?”

“yeah, i mean it’s nice, but i don’t get all the rage,”

“thanks, lix,” hyunjin giggled again, leaning in for a hug.

felix happily responded to the hug, “it’s nothing, jinnie,”

felix is 20 when he learns that kissing is nice, but only if it’s with you.

kissing you was something felix had always wanted to try, and after 10 years—it felt like 50—he got the chance.

you weren’t his first kiss, nor were you his second (he kissed park siyeon for a dare during a party), but you were the most memorable one.

he hesitantly pulled away, the feeling of your lips on his lingering. he let out a sigh of content, “that was…”

“that was something,” you giggled.

your giggle made felix feel warm inside, the same kind of warmth you’ve always given him. “i like you,” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

“i know,”

felix’s eyes widened, “you know?”

“yeah, you’re not very good at keeping secrets,” you shrugged with your usual smile.

“but…but that means…that chris knows as well?”

“yes, he knows,”

felix could feel his face get hot. not only did you know about his crush on you, but chris did as well, “i’m...i’m sorry,” he faced the floor ashamed.

“lix, you have nothing to apologize for,”

he put his hands over his face “i made you feel uncomfortable,” his whine was muffled by his hands.

you furrowed your brows, “who told you that?”

“what?”

“who told you that your crush on me made me uncomfortable?”

felix’ held shut up, “n-no one, i just thought...”

“felix,” you sighed, grabbing his head and titling it so he face facing you, “it doesn’t make me uncomfortable. at all!”

“it..it doesn’t?”

“no!” you shook your head, “in fact….it makes me very happy,”

the look on felix’ face me you laugh; he looked, lost and hopeful, “w-what?”

“i like you too, lix,” you giggled, hands still on his cheeks.

“what?!”

“i like you,” you said, squeezing his cheeks with every word.

“you do?” felix was over the moon, he felt like he could do anything and everything. “please don’t play with me.”

“i promise you, i’m not,”

the smile that broke out on his face was heartwarming. his eyes curled up and nose scrunched. he leaned in to kissed you, trying to contain his smile.

kissing you was better than he could’ve ever imagined. he could feel you smile into the kiss, and it made his heart pound faster than it ever had.

in felix’s eyes kissing is overrated, but not if it’s with you.

[lnarizakis]

hi, first time asking (i hate being shy) but fluff 18 with osamu (or anyone else really, i just saw it and thought it was kinda made for osamu) please 👉👈🥺

pairing: miya osamu x fem!reader

foreword: ofc ofc!!!!!! is okay being shy, theres always a first time for everything hehe. thank u for requesting! (&thank u for requesting osamu i love him sm; sorrie this took such a long time to post, school rlly sux and im constantly tired bc of school😓but thank u for being patient!

look out for: slight manga spoilers, aged up! characters, slight drinking, fluff

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Today was, for lack of a better word, a crappy day. You woke up on the wrong side of bed, were so late to your job that you were reprimanded by your boss, and, to make matters worse, left your umbrella at home when you knew it was going to rain later today. Onigiri sounded really good for you right now, but stopping by your favorite Onigiri Miya’s tiny shop sounded impossible for someone without a car, as it was several miles from where you resided.

And so now you were stuck at home, sitting on the floor of the kitchen in your apartment, still not completely dried off from the heavy rain pouring outside. It also probably didn’t help that the sound of your stomach grumbling filled the empty silence every couple of minutes, along with the mindless noise that came from whatever you were doing on your phone. Some fifteen minutes ago you had texted the better twin Osamu Miya (you’d call him your boyfriend, but that’d be pushing it a little much; he and you were sort of teetering between the “talking phase” and the “dating phase”) about your troubles, but didn’t press the topic. At the time you had texted him, Osamu was responding back during his work hours, as he’d probably slipped out the door at the back of the kitchen despite it being the slow hour of the day.

Having nothing else to stare at the dim screen of your phone, you reviewed your conversation with him again:

y/n

>> :(((

>> i’m in the mood for onigiri!!!

>> but i only want ur onigiri

>> & ur v far from where i am

osamu miya

>> do u want me to do anything about it?

y/n

>> yes duh,

>> steal sum onigiri from yo kitchen!

osamu miya

>> no????

>> theyre for my customers???

y/n

>> am i not a customer??gimme

osamu miya

>> cant i just getchu sum pizza

>> Attachment: 1 Image

You opened up the image Osamu sent you and it was an extremely distorted image of his brother Atsumu holding a box of pizza. You stifled a laugh, then let it all out. You laughed, despite several tears escaping your eyes. Sure, you’ve had your share of bad days in the past, and this one could definitely compare to many, but the build-up of stress that led up to this day can really bring you down sometimes. You groaned, bringing your knees to your chest. There was no doubt that stress was one day going to be the end of you.

You stayed in that position for what felt like an hour, and it seemed to you that you had fallen asleep around twenty minutes into that hour, for you had woken up due to a startling knock that came from the door of your apartment. You paid some attention to it at first, thinking that it was most likely due to post-nap hallucination; however, a second knock, then a third knock came in. Getting up in fear, you speed-walked your way towards the door and looked through the peephole that would provide the fish-eye image of the figure who interrupted your nap. It was a sopping-wet Osamu, still clad in his attire from work, looking down at the puddle he was creating at the doorstep. You opened the door, and he looked into your eyes with a smirk that rested lazily on his face, holding up a plastic bag with his left hand. There was another in his right hand.

“Pizza?”

Selfishly, you whined out loud, “I wanted onigiri.”

“I didn’t get soaked wet through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too. I know you’re sad, so let me in,” Osamu explained.

As you began to raise a hand to protest his explanation, Osamu held up the other bag, saying, “I also have onigiri. So now ya gotta let me in.”

Flustered from defeat, you stepped out of the way and opened the door wider for Osamu to walk in. He took off his soaked shoes, so he was standing in uncomfortably wet socks. You allowed him to take off his socks as well if it made him slightly more comfortable. You took the two plastic bags from him, and set them and yourself on the kitchen floor, where you previously were. Beckoning the man to come sit with you on the floor, the two of you sat in silence as you began eating.

“You know,” with food stuffed in his mouth, Osamu began, “they say that silence while eating means that the food’s really good.”

Finishing your first onigiri, you scoffed. “Nah, that’s probably wrong. That jus’ means everyone’s eating and they’re bein’ polite. Who ever said that?”

“I did,” Osamu stated. You smacked him on the arm as you rolled your eyes, and he chuckled at your aggression. “Anyways,” he continued, “tell me how your day went. I can tell you were pretty sad.”

You hummed, before taking a sip of your beer. Setting the can down, you explained how for the past several days you had been building up a lot of stress and that this day was your “breaking point.” Osamu listened on without interruption, though he nodded occasionally to show he’s listening. Once you’ve finished explaining, or, at this point, ranting, Osamu placed a hand over yours that’s resting on your thigh. You glanced at him, and he’s got his usual blank expression on his face.

“At least I got you your onigiri.”

Maybe it was the beer, or the fact that you’ve come to terms with the feelings you’ve begun to harbor for him, but the warmth in your cheeks started to show itself. Lacing your fingers between his, your other hand found its way to your can of beer, which you raised. Osamu raised his own, and the two of you clinked your cans together. Laughter rang in the air, as it would for several hours more that evening.

[enchanted--realm]

When Calls the Heart Live Rambles

Yo. So much scandal and second hand embarrassment in this episode.

I really don't like how far they are taking this love triangle. And ew she called their dinner a date. No one was gonna use that word and then she brought it up. Why. And then when she was saying yes to Lucas she was watching Nathan ride by the entire time. Oof. How awkward for Lucas. Sorry dude, you dont stand a chance. Elizabeth really be playing these guys left and right.

I like that Nathan is taking a vacation. At first I was kind of surprised, but I guess it's normal for a guy like him to take some time off since he doesnt have live stock to tend to everyday. So...ok. Good. Take some time off Nathan. You do that.

Then the ride in the morning. Bleeeh. First, I was like, 'oh what's Laura doing here in the morning?' And then Lucas showed up, so I was like 'ohhh...Laura's only here for plot convinience.' That was lame. And umm...Lucas, no one gave you permission to touch that horse. Leave Sergeant be, you can't just take her horse from the stables. He could be easily spooked and not take well to strangers and just, dont touch what isnt yours bro. I also don't believe that Lucas would have enough riding experience to go at the speed they went. He's still a city goer in my eyes. Also, why would Lucas come to the ceremony if he doesn't have a kid in the school. Trying to write this character as being considerate, but really Lucas shouldn't be there regardless.

Yooo. When Nathan showed up at Elizabeth's house at night. !! Um Scandalous. She asked him inside and they were all alone in the the candlelight. That is not appropriate behavior and if this were real life in 1917 Hope Valley, they would be the talk of the town and Elizabeth's reputation would be in question for sure.

When Robert had his classmates join him up there at the ceremony, I jokingly said to myself 'now we're all gonna sing a song'...and then they actually sang a song. That was the cringiest thing ever omg whyyyy.

Then more awkwardness with Elizabeth and Nathan at the ceremony. When Allie looked a little upset I was thinking 'yeah she doesn't want to see Mrs Thornton right now. She thought Elizabeth was gonna be her new mom but then her hopes got let down.' But then it was actually just Allie not wanting to do higher level math so...yeah. and then there were more looks of yearning when Nathan walked away. That's what we like to see. And who is that dude who wants the school to be in the federal system I guess it is? I guess this will end up being a problem that Nathan helps Elizabeth with emotionally since so far she's helped him a lot and we haven't really seen him comforting her yet.

And, gosh. The most scandalous thing of the whole episode. Elizabeth's dress. When she tried that on for the first time at the dress shop I--. Those black lace sleeves with that neckline. Reminded me of a scandalous saloon girl from those old western movies. Also, it wasn't a very flattering cut, so it didnt even have that going for it. And then the dinner. Waaaay too intimate. They moved it to her backyard! So it's just the two of them, all alone, having dinner late at night, a bunch of candles all around them, and such easy access to her house. 👏SCANDALOUS👏. and she was wearing that dress. I can't get over that dress. Embarrassing for Elizabeth. Inappropriate for the circumstances. Also since they were in her backyard the neighbors can totally see everything and they are definitely next days gossip. Oh, and then she said she wanted to take things slow. Yep, that's right. Reaaaaal slow Lucas, bc she doesnt love you. Sorry, man. You're in for some heartbreak.

Ugh and the promo. A rain scene??? Where it looked like they are almost gonna kiss??? Just more embarrassing and scandalous behavior for Elizabeth and lots of leading Lucas on to be let down later. Her reputation would totally be questioned by the way she's playing this fool.

Elizabeth better have a really good apology scene later on for Nathan and Lucas. They both deserve it. Allie too. Allie deserves an apology bc I'm sure that girl has been getting her hopes up just to be let down. And she must be upset in seeing her Uncle heartbroken as well.

Honestly, I don't mind that Elizabeth is denying her feelings for Nathan and trying to push him away bc of what she went through with Jack. It makes a lot of sense for her character and makes for good storytelling. I just don't like how now that she rejected Nathan, they make her immediately go to Lucas. The story is good enough on its own and we don't need a competing love interest to make the plot interesting. Nathan's job as a mountie is enough of an obstacle in this love story and this added love triangle is just causing unnecessary heartbreak for Nathan and lots of secondhand embarrassment and player-like behavior in Elizabeth's character. If Abigail were still in the show, she totally would have talked with Elizabeth and helped her get over her fears in having a relationship with Nathan. I really miss her character and still feel that the show is lacking bc of it. We need someone who glues the town characters together and holds lots of wisdom. No one has been able to take over that role yet. Also. Henry Gowen needed someone like Abigail to help in his character growth so now that she's gone his character has taken a backseat when I really wanted to see more of him.

Oh and let's not forget the cringiest people in the show, Faith and Carson...but mostly Faith. I had a hunch one of them would be leaving and of course it had to be Carson instead of Faith. I would have liked it the other way around, that's just a personal opinion of mine. And omg when Faith told Carson 'it's not like we're married' ohhhh burrrn. That was like a slap in the face. She practically said she wasn't serious about your relationship and doesn't care if you leave. Ohhhh. Elizabeth ain't the only player in town it seems. These guys being played right and left.

And whoa. Jesse spent all their money??? And did so without talking to Clara?? Wasn't expecting this, so I'm pleasantly surprised by this drama. Yikes. Don't know what he would have invested this in...or possibly gambled it? I dont think Jesse would be a gambler. I still suspect that Clara is pregnant too, but nothing in this episode made me suspect further on that.

Ok that's the end of my rambles. Sorry if you're team Lucas and my rant came across harsh. I wasnt a fan of Lucas's character when he first came to the show so now that he's part of the love triangle it's made me dislike him more. I don't mean to offend anyone, this post is just me being completely unfiltered with my very bias opinions so please don't take anything personally. I still love the team Lucas shippers, all Hearties are welcome here.

[sergeanttpoliteness]

➹puppy love➹(peter b. parker x reader)

Requested by @connorshero➝  “Something fluffy and sweet: Peter B surprises Reader (his best friend, who he's in love with) with a puppy after Reader lost their previous puppers.”

Forget listening to sad songs as you eat pizza that burns the roof of your mouth— Peter B. Parker believes a puppy is the medicine for a grieving heart.

word count: 3.5k

a/n: finally, i wrote something short. hello! i’m sorry this took so long, @connorshero , i’m going to be 100% honest and admit that i struggled quite a bit lol— i wrote the entire thing but i decided to delete it and start over bc i wasn’t happy with it. but i finally finished and here it is! requests are open, so feel free to send some if you want (: hope you enjoy!

A desperate thumping on your front door along with the fierce crackle of the storm roused you from the light slumber you didn’t even know you had succumbed to, your body jerking as you choked on the drool that had managed to slip down your chin. You grimaced, wiping the gross saliva off of your face with one hand while the other rubbed your eye. You sat on your floor, your back against your sofa which explained your sore neck and shoulders, staring at the carpet until the knocking returned and brought you fully back to consciousness. You didn’t know what time it was— it felt as if an entire year had gone by whilst you slept, honestly, but you were certain it was too late for it to be your landlord reminding you about your rent payment. You clumsily stood to your feet, the lack of illumination dooming you to knock your shin into the sharp edge of the coffee table. You screamed, but continued limping toward the door anyway, flinging the door open with a scowl as you held onto your throbbing leg. Your expression softened, however, and your brows drew together for in front of you stood a dripping wet Peter B. Parker wearing a large coat that barely covered the red and blue suit underneath it, and… holding a puppy covered in dirt?

“What the fuck?” You muttered, suddenly fully awake. It was an odd and unkind greeting, but Peter really couldn’t blame you for your reaction. He opened his mouth, laughing nervously as his eyes shifted down to the creature in his grasp.

“Hey? Sorry if I woke you up, I just… kinda had an emergency.” He nestled the puppy on his chest and your attention came back to it. The animal shivered wildly, and so did your best friend who smiled at you while his teeth chattered.

You silently moved aside for him to walk in, your brain working hard to figure out what in the world was happening and trying to arrange all the questions speeding by. Peter briefly studied the living room— images of days prior, when he embraced you as you dampened his neck with your tears in that same spot he was in, flashing through his eyes. A twinge of worry invaded him when he took in the abandoned box of pizza on the couch, and the two empty cans of beer littering your red rug. Meanwhile, you might as well have heard the dog talk, because your stunned face— eyes as big as a full moon, your eyebrows almost reaching your hairline— represented just that as you couldn’t tear your gaze away from the stray puppy huddled against the man. “Oh my god,” You finally said, gasping and your hand reaching out to hang above its head. “Why do you have a puppy with you?”

“It was a surprise, to say the least.” He allowed you to take the animal from him, groaning when he saw the grime on his hands and coat. You didn’t mind much about the dirt, though, as it was a dog; laundry day was tomorrow, you told yourself as you hugged the puppy like a young child with their favorite stuffed animal. “I was in an alleyway when I heard something break behind me and so I went to investigate, but instead of a homeless person or something, I found this little girl right here.”

“And you decided to take her with you?”

“Well, yeah, we… had a connection.”

A lovely trail of footprints and droplets of mud now adorned your floor which you had actually swept hours earlier; not the makeover you wanted, exactly, and it would’ve irked you except that you were too exhausted and confused to save a place for an extra emotion. You glanced back at Peter, studying his shivering body, and sighed. The man could be bleeding out to death, yet he wouldn’t complain nor do much about it unless you physically dragged him to a nearby hospital; it wasn’t an exaggeration, rather a characteristic of his you gathered after having a friendship with him since prehistoric times, but also since (to your dismay) the exact same scenario had occurred many times before. “You had a connection, huh? Alright, dork, I bet there’s a forgotten collection of your clothes in my closet— go get changed while I get the bath ready.”

There was a certain weakness that threatened to attack Peter, and the fact that he was freezing after swinging to your apartment in the ruthless downpour easily might have been the culprit of that; but as bad as he wanted it to be that way, it was evident in his heart that you were the true delinquent— you, with your tangled hair perhaps from the slumber he disrupted, with just your presence really, continued to transform him into a teenager who wrote long melodramatic poems about his crush and doodled their initials on his school notes during class. It was absurd, truthfully, how you managed to do such thing to a fully-grown man. But you were his time machine, his youth potion, that remedy that allowed him to see life as colorful as a pure child did, and he’d never complain about it, because that’s just what he needed all the time.

Peter had forgotten about the pile of clothes belonging to him that neatly rested on one shelf of your closet. Ever since you two were in college— when he’d pretty much constantly live in your apartment for an entire week— you’d been assembling the shirts and other articles of clothing the man often left behind as if clothes were as expensive as a carton of milk that’s about to expire. So that’s where that shirt went, he thought as his eyes settled on a green flannel he used to wear religiously back before Christ, partially because you always voiced how much you liked how he looked with it. You’d truly had him wrapped around your finger for the longest time, he realized, and yet he’d never had the guts to make a move. That frustration abandoned him, however, when he put on an old shirt and it smelled like you; there was that youthfulness again as contentment pecked his entire face, coloring his skin a rosy tint. Like a new man, he headed down the hallway to the bathroom where he could hear water running. He peeked his head inside, the corner of his lips tugging upwards when he saw you on the floor caressing the puppy on your lap and talking to it. “I see you two already became friends.”

You looked up at him, directing to him a tired twitch of your mouth. “You better be scared, ‘cause your title of best friend is at risk. Could you close the door?” You gestured your head toward the entrance and your wish was his command as a gentle click left the bathroom’s door when he closed it.

“Again, sorry about bothering you. I just didn’t know where else to go, and you’re the best person I know when it comes to dogs.” He shrugged, descending to sit down in front of you, his knees uncomfortably tucked close to his chest to fit his long legs in the small room. The puppy forgot about you, and was determined to snuggle under Peter’s knees as he jumped off of you. “No! I just changed!” He groaned and wriggled away from the animal into the wall.

You giggled, quickly grabbing the excited creature before it tragically attacked your friend’s immaculate clothes. “I don’t really mind, honestly. I wasn’t exactly having the best night anyway; so thanks, Prince Charming, for coming to rescue me with a stray puppy— hic!” You hiccuped, the alcohol finally getting to you. You stood up, waving your hand which you weren’t cradling the puppy with for him to do so as well.

He hummed, amused, his hand on his hip as you closed the faucet. “I’m excellent when it comes to bathing dogs.” You glanced back at him, quirking a brow and narrowing your eyes.

“You sure? Because every time I asked you to help me give Webster a bath you just watched while I did all the work.” A grin may have remained on your features, but the rain cloud of sorrow that showered over you was evident after you mentioned that one name— the one you used to cheerfully call all the time, but now tried to avoid at every chance you got. Peter noticed, his eyes sad, but he elbowed you playfully hoping that it would help somehow, even if just a little bit.

“Lies, I think I did a pretty good job at holding him still.” It was unavoidable, no matter how hard he could’ve fought, the dreamy smile that etched on his face simply as a consequence of your empyrean laugh; such a minor thing that had a tremendous effect on him, and it embarrassed him, but again, he wouldn’t ever complain. It was baffling how you’d never noticed the stares that lasted too long whilst you just existed, or the utter and raw infatuation his eyes burned with as you smirked up at him.

“Sure, keep lying to yourself. I really need you to help me, though, because this girl is a shit ton more hyper than… uh, you know.” Peter recalled in his head the trip to your place and the humiliating amount of times he yelped while swinging as the dog would continuously squirm out of his grasp and attempt to climb onto his shoulder. He nodded, releasing a big puff of air because you had no idea. You grabbed a red a bucket from the cabinet and handed it to him. “Okay, just use this to pour the water over her.”

“Am I going to get something if I do a great job? You know, like a sticker?”

You shrugged, kneeling down before the bathtub. “I don’t know. A kiss, maybe.” You stared back at him when moments passed and he didn’t say anything, both of your faces as red as the bucket he shakily held. “It was a joke. C’mon, get down.”

He waited for you to take your words back, or maybe add something along the lines of “but if you’re down so am I” if the cosmos decided to bless him for once. You remained quiet, though, and a quiet sigh slipped through his lips as he decided to leave it behind for his own sanity’s sake. “Why did you make me stand up if we were gonna get back on the floor again?” He grumbled, following you suit. He looked at you confused when you began to laugh at him. Was he still blushing? You did always make fun of him when he blushed. “What?”

“Why are you making those dad noises?”

“Me? Dad noises?”

“Yeah, like—” You let out a low grunt, your lips puckered and your eyebrows scrunched together, and then breathed out obnoxiously loud and heavy. “That’s what you sound like— hic!” You hiccuped for a second time, and he threw his head back as he laughed.

“Shut up, you can’t even handle drinking two cans of beer, look at you right now.” He teased, the many times you’ve flirted with him throughout the years after getting hammered with a ridiculous quantity of alcohol in the back of his head.  He stretched out his arms, making grabby hands at the puppy, the bucket abandoned and floating in the water. “Gimme.”

Your mouth curved into a smile at his childlike actions as you carefully placed the creature in his hold. “I can’t believe you’re such a dad, but also a man-child, it’s adorable.”

He chose to say nothing, lest his voice decided to backstab him and crack like a fourteen-year-old boy during an oral presentation. He took a deep breath, instead focusing on the dog who believed it was a menacing beast as it chewed on his finger, and the grey layer of mud covering its short fur. He frowned, thinking of different scenarios of how the poor pup could’ve possibly ended up such way, none happy. He filled the plastic bucket with water before draining it slowly down its back, revealing its true dark brown color. “She’s so cute, I might have to cry.” He mumbled, his expression strangely serious in spite of his words.

“What are you gonna do with her?” There was a glint of what he wished was hope in your tone, anticipation clouding your features as you tried to nonchalantly squirt a generous amount of dog shampoo on the palm of your hand.

The animal tried to escape as he rinsed the grime but he held it in its place while he waited for you to start washing it. He raised his shoulders, glancing sideways at you. “I don’t know, I guess I’ll take her to a shelter or something.” You almost announced your disappointment, but you nodded, drawing your lower lip between your teeth. “You look disappointed.”

“Me?”

“Uh, no, the fucking ghost in your bathroom.” He said sarcastically. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, of course I meant you.”

You chuckled, shaking your head as you massaged the shampoo into the puppy you cared about too much despite only knowing it for less than thirty minutes, creating enough foam that miniature bubbles drifted in the air. “Did you know that my apartment is haunted?”

Peter snorted at your spontaneity. “Oh, is it?” In a mere second, however, he completely tuned out everything along with your response; all purely because of the accidental caress you gave his hand as you scrubbed the dog’s loin. Was it accidental? Your touch lingered for too long for it to be, no? Or was he just overthinking? Most likely. He desperately needed to put himself together, he groaned internally— and if only he’d done so sooner, then he wouldn’t have been too distraught by a hand touch to notice the rapidly approaching mountain of foam on your hand until it was too late. He felt pressure on the top of his head, and that’s when he recognized your hand sliding down the side of his face, lathering the bubbly liquid on his skin. He jumped, pushing your arm away as his eyes widened. “Why did you do that?!”

Your beam was as contagious as a virus as you giggled, your foamy hands proof of your crime. “I asked you something like twenty times and you didn’t answer!” You defended while he wiped his eyebrow with the back of his hand. “Hey, I saw the opportunity and I took it!” Red alarms went off in your head, and you regretted everything when you saw his sly smirk. You lifted your finger up as a warning when he picked up the bucket and loaded it, innocent eyes staring at you. “Don't you— hic!— fucking dare…”

“Your shirt’s kinda dirty. Here, let me clean it for you—” He spilled all the water over your head and you shrieked, wielding yourself with your arms, which was nothing other than pointless as— regardless of your efforts— you still finished entirely soaked. Peter held his fist up to his mouth, wheezing while you glowered at him with wet hair stuck to your forehead.

“You dick…” You chuckled incredulously, giving him no time to feel satisfied before scooping more foam and launching yourself at him, slamming your hand into his mouth.

It was the cafeteria food fight you’d always dreamed of having; except that it was just two people (and a puppy playing in the bathtub) in your bathroom instead of a big cafeteria, and food was exchanged for water in an old bucket close to breaking and wasted dog shampoo with enough bubbles for a little kid to have a stroke from the excitement. Not a degrade, but an upgrade, indeed— one you’d accept without a doubt; even if you could already imagine how much your back would hurt after you mopped up the mess you two made, for it was impossible not to as Peter grinned widely at you with his fake bubbly Santa Claus beard, and you held your soaked stomach as you hysterically laughed. Peter’s body tingled when he thought about dropping all his fears and doubts to crash his yearning lips against yours; to hold your chin with the delicacy you deserved, inundate the room with all his repressed lust and emotion, like a volcano that’s been asleep for eons gushing everything out for the first time in forever. He held himself back, though, like he always did, and just admired your sunshine from afar.

You lounged on your couch, your arm hanging off the side while Peter rested on the floor with his head against your knee, ignoring the discomfort just to be as close to you as possible. It was a well-deserved break after your puppy bath-time-turned-into-a-water-fight as you two watched the clean animal almost do a handstand while trying to eat from the larger bowl. You chuckled, your cheek squished against the cushion. “Did you know I named him Webster because of you?” You mumbled, and you felt Peter’s head graze your knee as he glanced at you, humming questioningly. “Webster. Web.”

“And you waited seventeen years to tell me that?”

“Thought it was sort of obvious.”

“I kinda just thought you were really passionate about the dictionary.” He said and you let out air through your nose, gripping the worn Mickey Mouse blanket wrapped around you. You clutched the memory of Peter gifting you the cloth for your dog’s first birthday close to your heart— the cloth which would become the Australian Shepherd’s most beloved possession, even up till to his last moments and as you said goodbye to him. You sniffed, closing your eyes when your vision began to blur.

“Spidey was an option at first, but I felt really lame calling my dog ‘Spidey’. Plus… he also really reminded me of you.”

His eyes softened. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, y’know: brown hair, brown eyes, adorable…” He almost had a heart attack. “He was always there for me and I… I really loved him.” You whispered.

Peter’s stare moved down to your hand, and soon you felt his fingers curl around yours. “Hey, Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“I have a confession to make.” You peeked an eye open. “I didn’t just bring the puppy here so you could help me clean her up.”

“What do you mean?”

“I, uh,” He scratched his stubble, trying to find his words. “Webster took care of you when I couldn’t, y’know? Not just that, but I hate seeing how much it hurt you to lose him. It hurt me as well— you saw me bawling my eyes out like a baby when they put him to sleep.” He laughed.

You frowned, giving his hand a squeeze. “Thank you for being there with me. I probably would’ve broken down if it weren’t for you. But why’d you bring the stray puppy here?”

“I know I said I was going to take her to a shelter, but I really just wanted to see your reaction. I don’t want you to think that I’m trying to replace Webster, though, because nothing ever could, and he deserves better than that.”

You then sat up, holding his hand on your lap as you began to understand what he was trying to say. “Peter…” You warned him— you truly weren’t in the mood for a prank, but his voice and features expressed nothing more than honesty. Peter rose from the ground and you immediately followed him, your hands linked as he walked up to the puppy.

“Sorry, bud, but I’m gonna take you for a sec,” He muttered as he bent down and scooped the dog. He faced you, your heart glowing at the sight of his sheepish smile and his giggles whilst the dog began to lick his neck. “I need someone to watch after you now that Webster can’t, and this girl right here is perfectly fit for the job.”

You were aware of how ridiculous you were for tearing up, but it was bound to happen when Peter handed out the puppy— your puppy to you. You gawked at him, taking her gently into your arms, blinking furiously when she washed your knuckles with her tongue. “Are you serious?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” He scoffed, although showed you a crooked grin. You couldn’t contain yourself anymore, and took a step closer to him before landing a tender kiss on the corner of his mouth, lightly brushing his lips. He gulped when you pulled away, his eyes going round. “O-oh.”

“It’s not a kiss like I said back in the bathroom, but it’s what you’ll get for now.” You murmured shyly, suddenly your feet much more interesting to look at than the flustered man in front of you or the sweet creature you held. However, once again, you missed that stare of his and his growing smile as his whole face lit up.

“I really can’t complain.”

[justsomekpopstuff]

Important (Taeyong)

Pairing: Taeyong x Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU

MASTERLIST

A/N: Hope everyone had a lovely holiday, and that everyone is doing better. You all are wonderful and I love you! Also, sorry this took a bit to write bc I am watching Wonder Woman (and I love it)

You and your soulmate are connected by words - the most important thing your soulmate will say to you that day will be written on your skin, always changing...

for most of your life, your arm was blank

there was nothing there, no indication that you had any kind of soulmate

most of your friends had words popping up on their arm at some point in their young lives

you woke up every morning to see if something had popped up yet, but you were left unsatisfied when you would see it was blank

you knew you had to have one because that is how you were born

you parents had met by soulmate marker, so genetically, you were supposed to have one

when you were growing up, they would always put you to bed with the story of how they met

they told you about how they woke up one morning to see that they had words written on their arm, and how the two of them had run in to each other at their work

from then on, the most important thing that they would say to each other would appear on their arm

and so, you continued to have faith that one day, the same would happen to you

Taeyong felt the same way

some of his friends had words appearing on them when they started school as children

he never felt really discouraged

he knew that it would take time to find his soulmate, and he was happier that his friends were being taken care of by their soulmates

years later, both of you were still waking up to blank arms

you still continued to go about your life, with work, classes, and the like

soon, you became to busy to worry about what was appearing or not appearing on your arms

Taeyong also became extremely busy as a trainee, and later an idol, and because of his busy schedule, he had lost track of his marker

until the day it decided to pour rain

you had woken up late that morning because you had forgotten to set your alarm

you were woken up by an itching in your arms

you looked to see that there were now words on your forearm

‘Oh my gosh, are you okay?’

your eyes widened as you realized that today would be the day that you finally met your soulmate

you looked at your clock, and you felt your soul leave your body

you were running over half an hour late for your usual bus to work

you scrambled to get ready for the day, not even looking outside, and completely forgetting the soulmate marker on your arm

you charged out of your apartment and into the rain, hoping that you could still be somewhat on time to work

Taeyong was headed out to run some errands 

the dorm was running low on supplies, and he drew the short straw to go and get some more

he walked casually, watching people scramble through the rain from under his umbrella

thats when you ran by

you were running at top speed through the rain, with no umbrella over your head, since you had forgotten one in your apartment

one wrong misstep, and you felt your feet slip out from under you, causing you to fall back into a rather large rain puddle

you groaned from the impact, also realizing that if you were not late for work already, you certainly were now

you heard someone run over to you, taking your arm gently to help lift you off the ground

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” the person asked

“Physically, yes. Emotionally, not so much” you told the person

you looked at your watch and groaned, before turning back to where you were headed

“Thank you for your help!” you called as you speed-walked away

as you were adjusting yourself, your sleeve rode up to show you the writing on your arm - your soulmate...

“WAIT,” you yelled as you flipped around, hoping the person was still nearby

you saw the person turn around, and you finally got a good look at them

he was, honestly, the most handsome person you had ever seen

you started to jog back over, as he started walking toward you

as you two neared each other, you slipped again

but this time, you felt an arm catch you around your waist before you could fall

“You really should be careful-” he chuckled

“You’re my soulmate...” you blurted out

“... ... ... what...”

“You’re my soulmate. What you asked me when you helped me up, it’s here on my arm, see?”

you pulled up your sleeve to show him the words ‘Oh my gosh, are you okay’ on your arm

“No way...” he murmured to himself 

he handed you the umbrella to hold as he pulled up his own sleeve to see ‘You’re my soulmate’ written on his arm, just like you had said moments ago

the most important words you would say to each other

to you, it was his first words to you

to him, it was you telling him you were soulmates

“Well, that’s not something I expected to happen today?” he spoke

“You didn’t feel it appear on your arm this morning?”

“I must not have. I’ve lost track of checking, I’ve been too busy...I’m Taeyong”

“Same here” you agreed, when it hit you

you were still late for work

“AW CRAP, i’m late for work. I’m so sorry, here, let me give you my number, and we’ll get dinner or something”

you grabbed his arm and took out a pen, scribbling your number on his arm before jogging off to work

“Wait, what’s your name?” he called out after you

“(Y/N)” you yelled back with a smile

both of you continued on your way, this time with an even bigger smile on your faces

you were extremely late to work, and your boss gave you an hour lecture on it, but you could not get his face out of your head

the face of your soulmate

when Taeyong got back to the dorms after shopping, all the boys noticed that he was walking a bit lighter

he was almost glowing

he headed into his room and took out his phone, putting your number into his contacts, labeling you as “My Soulmate” what a cutie

he sent you a text before putting down his phone and laying down with a smile

when you finally checked your phone on the way home from work, you were surprised to see a text from an unknown number - your soulmate

“Hey, (Y/), its Taeyong. Any chance you can meet for coffee tomorrow? I’d like to see my soulmate again soon :)”

you squealed with joy, knowing that you had finally found your soulmate

people gave you weird looks, but you couldn’t care less

tomorrow you were going to see your soulmate, and you were on top of the world

you texted back a confirmation, and went to bed that night with your heart full of joy

the next morning, you woke up to see that the words on your arm had changed

“I am so happy I found you”

[wellwellwellcometochilis]

In Your Dreams ( michael mellxBi! reader)

requested: YEs! “Imagine Michael mell x reader where the reader gets bullied for her bisexuality at school and it comes up when they're playing games in his basement and so he offers her a blunt and it turns into really fluffy smut.... just imagine it “ THIS ONES FOR YOU ANON 

tagged: @sincerlyyme and @earlyjunes bc why not 

WC: 2163 

warnings: lots of fluff, honestly more fluff then smut tbh, Weed use, smut ofc, cursing duh, i like this and i hope you do to ,,,

Since this morning, you knew today was going to be shitty. First, your alarm didn’t go off. Then, you fell ass-first into the toilet, after your younger brother had left the seat up AGAIN. To make matters worse you had missed the bus, forcing you to speed walk to school in the pouring rain. When you had finally gotten to school, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and realized that it hadn't charged whatsoever that night. Jesus Christ, what else could go wrong?

You scurried to the bathroom and jumped when you saw yourself in the mirror. You looked yourself and decided to start fixing your hair, turning the water on and flattening it the best you could. Content with your sudden handiwork, you headed towards the door. Before you could reach the handle, the door was suddenly pushed open, making you jump back in surprise. You grounded yourself before looking up to see who had just borderline assaulted you. You wish you hadn't come to school today. Fucking, of COURSE, she just HAPPENED to walk in. Standing in front of you was none other than the infamous Chloe Valentine and her two shadows.

"Wow, look who it is girls." Chloe grimaced letting a sinister smile spread on her face. Not again. "So (y/n) have you decided to pick a side yet? Or do you still want to be known as the school whore?" You didn’t respond, your eyes glued to your shuffling sneakers, tears begging to fall. "Oh, no Chloe!" Brooke teased. "She's gonna start whiiiinnnniiiinnngg." You sniffled and started to shake. "What a fucking slut, I bet you and that fucking weirdo boyfriend of yours have threesomes huh? I thought so you fucking whore." They all started to laugh and you had had enough, you bolted towards the door, but not before Chloe tripped you on the way out. You fell face first into the hallway and struggled to stand up again. When you regained balance, you ran from the bathroom. You could still hear their laughing echoing through the now empty halls. When had the bell rang? You raced to your first class with tears in your eyes, you looked worse when you had walked in your class. You saw your seat and raced towards it. Either your teacher didn’t notice, or he didn’t care that you were late. You weren't complaining. You immediately turned to look at your boyfriend, Michael. You locked eyes and he shot you a worried look. You just shrugged and turned around to face the front. You immediately felt bad and put your head on your desk.

You were woken up by a warmth on your shoulder, shaking gently. You sat up and looked over. "Hey, what happened?" You could hear the worry in his voice. You sighed deeply and rubbed your eyes. " I don’t really want to talk about it right now…basement?" he understood your request and smiled softly. You smiled back and reached out for his hand, squeezing softly.

The rest of the day was just as bad as bad as your morning, if not worse. It was as if the world was taunting you by making you trip during lunch and making you forget the countless homework assignments that you slaved hours over the night before. Needless to say, the final bell was the sweet release from hell you’ve been waiting for. You busted out of the school doors racing towards the familiar PT Cruiser that was your ticket out of this god-forsaken place. Thankfully, Michael was already inside jamming to the beats flowing from his stereo. You waited there for a moment watching him in absolute bliss. His eyes were closed and his lips were parted. You sighed and pulled open the passenger side door. Sliding into the seat was practically second nature to you, something you were highly fond of. He reached over and turned down the radio, settled back into his seat and looked over at you for a moment. You turned as well locking eyes with him once more. "Operation:' I love (Y/N)' is a go. Over. Do you copy? Over." He lifted the collar of his jacket and spoke into it as if were a walkie-talkie. You mimicked his action spoke into your shirt. "Operation is a go. Over." You giggled as he grabbed your hand and started to rub circles. You sighed. You were feeling better already. When you had finally gotten to his house, he jumped out of his car and ran to your side, quickly opening the door before you had the chance to. You smiled at him. "Wow, I feel like Oprah." You faked swooned and stepped out of the car kissing Michael on the nose before heading for the front door. "PLEASE, your WAYY better than Oprah. Plus you love bread a lot more than she does." "Ouch. But fair point". You bumped his side and opened the door. You raced downstairs and immediately flopped onto his bed. Footsteps were heard coming down stairs but you didn’t move a muscle. Content with your false state of security, based on how soft Michael's comforter was. "Jeez, if you wanted to get in my bed this quickly, we could have skipped school," He said with a chuckle. You visibly tensed at the memory of what had happened earlier that day. He noticed and came to sit by you. "Hey, I'm sorry (Y/N), did I say something to upset you? I'm really sorry." You sat up and leaned your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer. He kissed your forehead let his lips linger. He squeezed your side again, as a way to get you to talk. So you did. You told him everything that happened to you. From the alarm to the bathroom incident. When you had finally finished spilling, he wrapped his other arm around you and rubbed circles on your back. "Hey" He broke the silence. "Fuck those girls (Y/N). You are amazing and beautiful and the best this that’s ever happened to me, never forget that." You nodded and sunk into his warmth. You closed your eyes. A few minutes passed before he spoke again. "What are your thinking about babe?" " I'm thinking about how I'm about to beat your ass in Mario Kart." He smiled against your head and laughed. "Not while I'm sober you're not." He reached under his bed and pulled out a tattered up shoe box. He opened it and immediately started to roll a blunt. You got up and headed towards the TV, crouching down and setting up the game console. When you were content with the setup you crawled over to your bean bag and plopped down into it, practically melting for the second time today. When Michael was finished with his handiwork. He followed suit and sat next to you. Grabbing his controller and placing it in his lap. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. He paused for a moment and looked over at you. You noticed and looked over at him. His face was red and unsure. "Do you want a hit?" You were surprised, to say the least. You didn’t have anything against weed, it's just that you never had the chance to try it before. Of course, you had been in a similar situation with Michael before, he just had never offered you it before? You were brought out of your thoughts when Michael started to panic. You didn’t realize how silent you had been. "O-ONLY IF YOU WANT TO?? ITS JUST THAT YOU’VE HAD A PRETTY BAD DAY AND I THOUGHT THIS WOULD HELP??" You placed your hand on his knee to calm him down. He stopped and turned his head to look at you. You squeezed his leg and took a deep breath. You were doing this. This was it. " Michael Mell it would be an honor to get high with you." You spoke softly and calmly. That set Michael off. "Really? Because I don’t want to like peer pressure you or anything?" "No, I'm sure babe, let's do it." You leaned over and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. You pulled back and he nodded. "Um, I'm gonna take the first hit and then I'll teach you how to do it, cool?" You simply nodded and watched as he lit the end of the blunt. He wrapped his lips around it and closed eyes. His breath was deep and slow. You saw the end of the blunt burn red as he sucked in. When he removed it he looked over to you and blew the smoke into your face. You were engulfed in smoke as you struggled to find oxygen. He laughed. "Ready?" "Ready as I'll ever be."

So here you were, stoned and content. Your body was radiating happiness and warmth. You had just finished your 10th game of Mario Kart and Michael had gone upstairs to find something to drink. You just sat there, sunken into your chair without a care in the world. You now understood the appeal, you could do this all the time. God, you love Michael. Love Michael. Michael. Michael. Michael. Michael has pretty eyes and a pretty face and pretty hair and a pretty voice. WOW. IM DATING Michael!!!

You were so surprised by your new discovery about Michael you didn’t notice him coming downstairs. He scooched closed to you and nudged you with a bottle of water. You jumped and yelped happily when you saw him. So happy in fact that you decided to crawl into his lap and straddle him. He didn’t seem to object so you continued. You grabbed the waters from his hand and placed them on the ground. His hands went to you hips like magnets. You bent down and started to kiss his neck. You made your way up and lingered over his ear breathing deeply. He got chills as your hands moved up his chest. "Thank you for making me feel better babe, I love you so much." You whispered into his ear, causing the grip on your hips to tighten. "Any-anything for you baby, you know I love you " You smirked and started to kiss his neck again. Slower and with more pressure this time, causing a slight grunt escape from his lips. You wiggled your hips against him and he ground against you. "It's getting kind of hot don’t you think?" you pulled back and your hands lingered at the hem of your shirt. Pulling it up slightly. "Hell yeah"

He grabbed your shirt and slowly pulled it off your body. You worked on his belt and pulled it off as soon as you could. You then started pulling off his sweater. His glasses came off with it. Leaving him with an undershirt and jeans. You were about to change that. You started to unbuckle his pants and he reached up to pull your lips on his. You almost got so lost in the kiss that you had forgotten your previous assignment. When you had finally shimmied off his jeans and shirt you two were all over each other. Sloppy kisses and burning skin. A tangle of love and need. He had reached over into his jeans for his wallet, more importantly, a condom. He ripped it open and slid it onto himself, causing a stifled moan to escape his lips. You started to jerk him off slowly, and his head tilted back. His hands went to your breasts as he started to play with them. When you decided you were ready, you pulled yourself over him, using his chest to balance. You watched Michael with half lidded eyes as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. You moaned deep and loud as your hips touched him. You were still for a moment, taking it all in. His hands came from behind and gripped your ass, squeezing lightly. You breathed lightly and started to bounce yourself on him. Hot. Hot. Hot. Michael. Michael. Michael. Your mind was racing as he started to meet your rhythm with equally sloppy thrusts. His moans became erratic as he started to unravel. Your breath became hitched as he put you on edge. "Fuck, Michael...Im gonna-" You were cut off with a moan and a deep thrust. "M-me too baby" You saw stars when you came. Hard. He was fast to follow. You collapsed on him breathing heavily and smiling wide. You listened to his racing heartbeat as his breathing started to slow. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. "I love you (Y/N), never forget that." "I promise you, I won't". You tilted your head in kissed him deeply. "I love you too Michael". "Now, let's get you cleaned up so I can beat you in Super Smash Bros." "In your dreams, love".

[theseadagiodays]

April 20, 2020

No more muzzling my words

OK, so I’m just going to say it.  There are times when this really stinks.  And it actually feels good to give myself permission to admit that.  

One of my favorite novelists, Anne Patchett, author of Bel Canto, also wrote a memoir called Truth & Beauty about her lifelong best friendship with someone who struggled with cancer since childhood.  What I remember most is her friend’s very unusual way of enduring horrific hardships that included having her jaw surgically removed, (no less in the middle of self-conscious adolescence).  To feel better about her own situation, she would regularly re-read The Diary of Anne Frank in a sort of schadenfreude effort to remember that there were people who’d had it far worse than herself.    However, these contrived gestures only took her so far.

I guess the truth is, there is only so much glass-half-full thinking any of us can exercise.  Realizing this, I was relieved to hear Brene Brown’s recent podcast about Comparitive Suffering,

https://brenebrown.com/podcast/brene-on-comparative-suffering-the-50-50-myth-and-settling-the-ball/  

Here, she recognizes that while the daily news barrages us with crises much greater than our own (lost jobs, health, and even loved ones), many of us feel guilty for bemoaning our own losses at this time, because we think we should be grateful for what we have.  Certainly, this universal suffering has allowed us to gain some clearer perspective on our lives and our blessings.  And the fact that the entire world is experiencing some similar aspects of this reality has enabled us to build real global empathy.  However, it is also true that each micro-loss deserves its own relative mouring period.  So, I am going to give myself a little license to acknowledge what I am grieving at this time.  But I wanted to find a creative way to do this.  So, I am going to write a love letter to the time before COVID, identifying the things I truly miss. This idea came out of an exercise we led with my non-profit’s Women Rock group.  They are co-writing songs to express the myriad of feelings they are having during this period. In one song, they plan to write about the solace that nature brings them right now.  But they also want a vehicle to communicate their challenges.  In other words, they want somewhere to “deposit the negative,” because this can actually be very healing: to name what’s wrong, genuinely feel the impact of it in your life, and then let it go.  The etymological root of the word de-posit means to put (poner), away (-de).   Ironically, this is similar to the origin of the word positive, which is to formally lay down (or to state absolutely).   So, perhaps by absoluting stating what we feel bad about, we leave room to feel good about what’s left.

But in case this is just a little too sad for some people to read, try imagining the theme song to Jimmy Fallon’s regular Thank You Notes segment, for a bit of comic relief while you read.  Here he is in his At-Home Edition, writing some with his daughters:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f6x2UgPVYJs

Vancouver Mural Festival on Main St 

Dear pre-COVID days,

I remember how good it felt to walk down Main St and hug everyone from my neighbor, to my colleague, to the barista.  You were so open in the way you invited human touch on a daily basis.

I was so grateful that you allowed me the opportunity to interact with people from all different walks of life.  You let me work in so many different environments, from elementary schools, to prisons, to seniors centres, where I was privileged to hear people’s stories as they found their own creative voices.  

I loved being free to spend time with my family even though they live far away. You made it possible to see my parents in Arizona, and my brother in NY, and my uncle in Colorado, and my in-laws in Ontario, every year, despite the distance.

I enjoyed all of the opportunities you gave me to experience live art.  You animated my world and made it technicolor, with concerts, dance clubs, galleries, theatre performances, and different arts festivals every week.

I loved how healthy I felt running around the tennis courts at Queen Elizabeth Park.  You made it so easy to exercise my lungs, my legs, my arms, my focus, my flexibility and my stamina all at the same time.  

I felt so much passion for the adventures that you brought me to.  You generously satisfied my infinite curiosities with music projects in Zambia, and holidays in Hawaii, and cultural immersions in Guatemala.  

I miss all of the the ways you let me love and live and work and play freely.  And I long for the day you return,

Laura

April 21, 2020

Neighborhood Art

There are so many signs that we are all missing connection and stimulation during quarantine. But the human spirit is extremely buoyant.  So, we’ve found remarkable ways to share artistic moments through the walls of COVID.  

In Rome, locals are projecting classic films against their apartment building facades: https://www.wantedinrome.com/news/lockdown-rome-lights-up-with-cinema-by-night.html

In Berlin, neighbors are displaying art installations from their balconies:

https://www.smithsonianmag.com/smart-news/berlin-artists-turn-their-balconies-mini-galleries-180974677/

An art installation by Raul Walch, created for the “Life, art, pandemic and proximity” project

In Ohio, kids play cello duets for an elderly neighbor:

And right here in Vancouver, people lead streetside Zumba classes as seniors home residents dance along:

https://www.cbc.ca/player/play/1716406851557

April 22, 2020

Earth Day in Isolation

I am hardly the first to note that while this virus has taken so much from mankind, it has also given Mother Earth the long-awaited rest she so deserves.  There have been plenty of photos of Himalayan mountain tops viewed from Indian cities for the first time in decades, or Orcas returning to Vancouver’s shores to prove this.    

In another gift to our planet, appropriately on Earth Day here in BC, where it has oddly not rained for 30 days, it appears that Gaia is being showered with much needed rain for her day of celebration.  And even a sun-worshipper like me has been doing rain dances lately, to ensure that our city will not be shrouded in smoke from a fire-ravaged province, as we have been for the past two summers.

On a different note, a more distorted personification of nature has been touted by many a cynical observer in recent weeks, citing Covid as retribution against humans from a vengeful Mother Earth. I do not subscribe to such punitive thinking.  But I do believe there are environmental lessons to be learned from this crisis if we listen closely enough.

Writer Kristin Flyntz makes this point more beautifully than I ever could, in her Greatful Web post: https://www.gratefulweb.com/articles/imagined-letter-covid-19-humans  Here, instead of a love letter to pre-Covid days, she has imagined the letter that Covid might write to humans.  The tone is intentional and generous but also insistent.   It is spoken as if from a friend not an enemy.  And it proposes that we ask the hard questions:  “As the health of a tree, a river, the sky tells you about the quality of your own health, what might the quality of your health tell you about the health of the rivers, the trees, the sky, and all of us who share this planet with you?”

Another letter, falsely attributed to Bill Gates, whose proven himself to be a true leader of responsiveness in this critical time, also had similar things to say.  The anonymous writer claims that this time: “is reminding us that this Earth is sick. It is reminding us that we need to look at the rate of deforestation just as urgently as we look at the speed at which toilet rolls are disappearing off of shelves. We are sick because our home is sick.”

And as usual, artists are responding too.  The NY-based NGO, Earth Celebrations has postponed their Virtual Earth Day Pageant for May 9th in the interest of garnering more public participation, with a callout for anyone who wants to craft a costume, mask, puppet, etc.  All are welcome.  And more details can be found here: https://earthcelebrations.com/?fbclid=IwAR30nj7NtS52E-RLjpvz739L-3fcp-DtnJ1YeVE8Roln4vJXPC7bzBLxew0

April 23

Virtual Festivals

If you’re looking for an alternative to Netflix and chillin’, there are endless arts festivals that have moved content online, for your streaming pleasure.   So, I thought I’d recommend a few interesting ones here.  

If it’s efficiency you’re after, when browsing thru infinite entertainment options, the Social Distancing Festival does all the work for you, by scouring the globe to curate the best livestreamed events they can find.  Links include everything from modern dance to virtual gallery tours to musical theatre:

https://www.socialdistancingfestival.com

Myseum of Toronto’s Art in the Time of Covid - work by Evgeni Tcherkassk

For some lighter fare, this Edmonton Series hosts nightly cabaret, music, and comedy acts performed by local artists from their homes.

https://www.citadeltheatre.com/2019-2020/stuckinthehouse?utm_source=Citadel+Theatre&utm_campaign=67600c620f-Stuck-in-the-House&utm_medium=email&utm_term=0_482a5c3fca-67600c620f-80741247

And if you’re looking for a bit more sophistication, Toronto’s Festival of Literary Diversity has managed to move online, and it starts next Thursday. Their line-up features many of Canada’s finest emerging and established voices.  My personal favorite, Mona Awad will be reading from her new novel, Bunny, which was the funniest read I’ve had in ages.  In this high art version of Mean Girls, she nails the pretentious banter of grad school writing cliques with a dash of magical realism.   https://thefoldcanada.org

April 23

Creative Gratitude

Florida police thank-you

Our shared appreciation for front line workers has become a true muse for collective community creativity.

Clockwise: Navajo muralist Ivan Lee; local Vancouver sidewalk; Long Island artist, Kara Hoblin

But this one takes the cake for audacity!

https://gfycat.com/magnificentabsolutegosling-health-workers-coronavirus-thank-you-meme

[i-amusemyself]

All the stationary.

Ahhhh ty!!! I can’t tell if you wanna know that much bc you gaf or not though.....

Paranoia aside imma overshare either way!! *finger guns*

gel pen: when are you most comfortable?

I mean, I have anxiety so that just doesn’t happen much lmao! My first thought though was when I visit my favourite place, a little corner of a field with amazing views where I’m always on my own. I love it there.

ballpoint pen: tell me about the day you’ve just had

The day I’ve had was hell, so I’d rather relive yesterday.

Yesterday I woke up and binge watched supernatural; actually remembered to eat for once then was actually motivated enough to do revision. I got into hysterics over a tumblr post so quickly decided it was a day I should be avoiding hella emotional stuff....10 minutes later I was watching the last ever episode of prison break and sobbing uncontrollably at every word. In the afternoon I went out but not before losing my phone which was exactly where I left it. By that point though I was so late I had to speed walk at least 2 miles to the next village, where of course my friend arrived flanked by two pretty decent looking guys. I honestly looked like a tomato with water retention issues at that point so I’m sure that was a fabulous first impression. Then we got over to our revision session at the library early so went to the pub instead which was a dream; didn’t get any alcohol though because you can’t revise biology while hammered. Believe me. Then I stayed up late enough to get my ass whooped last night but it was so worth it because even though it turned into some sort of snapchat contest, I was laughing my ass off the whole time it was amazing. 

That enough of a day for you?fineliner: what’s your greatest achievement?

I used to train with the england basketball team, and I played for East Midlands. That was a pretty cool experience.highlighter: what are your best qualities?

Jfc, plural? Idk! I’m pretty motivated? And I always make an effort to tell the truth (if its good, otherwise I keep my mouth shut).

greylead: what is something you want to try for the first time?

Being attractive. Being loved. Need I go on? Oh and also giant zip-lining.felt-tip: describe your aesthetic

My bedroom looks like an ikea showroom lmfaooo so whatever that is. Weird architecture and cacti and random objects in neat little storage places.

But equally like, overgrown graveyards mixed with roses and anything black. Depends on my mood.crayon: your earliest childhood memory

Treading on a bee and having to have the sting removed from my foot lmao

scrapbook: something from your childhood that makes you smile

............um??

Okay there was this one time we found an old camera in the loft. I must’ve been 3 since my dad was still there. Anyway we all went out in the garden and it was such a normal little family thing, but it’s the only time I ever remember that happening. It’s got my parents waving and looking happy and me sticking my head out from inside a little wendy house grinning and it’s so cute. It’s the sort of thing I wish I’d had more of.

sketching pad: describe yourself from a stranger’s point of view

A lanky thing approaches. It has a stereotypical lesbian haircut, bad eyesight and appears to have given up on all things fashionable. It’s shy and awkward, so makes you feel extremely uncomfortable too. It appears to be reasonably friendly, but occasionally says things that don’t make a single bit of sense before desperately looking around the room looking for more small talk inspiration. You’re overall impression is it’s a pretty boring human being, probably totally harmless, but would be incredibly easy to replace.notebook: what’s your favourite quote?

I have a couple of little quotes I remind myself of on a daily basis, ranging from song lyrics; “darling you’ll be okay” and “the sun will rise and we will try again” to “pick your fights” and “you gotta give a bit of yourself to get something in return”. I kinda live my life by those.paper: what kind of book would you write?

I have absolutely no idea! I can’t see myself ever having the motivation to write a book.stapler: out of all the people you know, who do you think you are closest to?

My best friend @only-slightly-dangerous who literally knows me so well it’s scary! She can literally message me out of knowhere and know from 3000 miles away if I’m in pain.glue stick: what do you look for in a lasting relationship/friendship?

I can’t be dealing with people that lie or are fake or whatever. So definitely honesty. Also people just being themselves and not being afraid to be weird or whatever, because that’s when I relax a bit lmao! I guess a decent sense of humor too? And someone that doesn’t mind you asking questions or whatever. Idk. Sometimes you just click with people without being about to put it down to a specific characteristic.tape: tell me about your longest friendship

It wasn’t very long. 

I mean I had “friendships” through all of primary school but that doesn’t really feel like it counts. Secondary school? The first girl I made friends with and was really close to for 5 years is now like,,, someone I honestly can’t even stand to hear about soooruler: what line will you never cross?

I could never cheat. eraser: what do you consider to be your biggest mistake?

I’m not sure. Maybe not standing up for myself more at school and at home. There have been occasions where it would have been totally reasonable but I just shut up and let shit happen so I’ve spent a lot of time beating myself up about that stuff.

Also, and I know I shouldn’t but, I still spend a lot of time thinking about a boy at our school who killed himself and I never knew him but I still wonder if I could have done anything.scissors: ever had a bad break-up?

Nothing hella nasty but I don’t really talk to any of my ex’s at all.calculator: list fifteen things that make you happy

Lmaooo I’ll do my best!! Okay so music; concerts; friends; seeing other people laughing; making people laugh; stand up comedy; hella good art; hearing people tell stories; sitting and listening in the middle of knowhere; thunderstorms; exploring; helping people; good food; the sound of rain on the roof; cuddling and tumblr.protractor: an unpopular opinion/angle you have on an issue

Pinapple is good on pizza.sticky note: something about yourself you’d like to change

I feel like I have no personality so like,,,I wish that could be better. I wish I was pretty. Or attractive or whatever. Oh and I wish I could sing those hella high notes because I feel sorry for the neighbours atm.stamp: a date that’s special for you and why

25th March because that’s the day my life changed just enough for me to carry on.bookmark: a book that means a lot to you and why

I always just say Numbers, but honestly it was the first ever book I cried at and I feel like it helped me understand the world a little more.folder: describe your family

How long do you have? I mean, it’s quite a small family but I’m not that close to any of them. Most of them are just pretty conservative living in little nuclear families. I didn’t used to get on too well with my dad but we’ve got a lot closer. I still don’t get on with my mum very well though bc she’s abusive. welp. whiteboard: tell me your plans for tomorrow

I’m gonna die a slow, painful death by revision and then recover when I go to my dad’s and walk Borris.blackboard: tell me about a memory that has affected who you are today

All those memories are locked away in a place I can’t get to and I think it’s best to keep it that way for now.

A low key one is probably when a friend once told me nobody cared about me or what I had to say and I’ve basically been mute in most social situations since XDpinboard: what are you focusing on in your life right now?

Exams. A level exams. Just one more month and I’m freeeee!!!tablet: tell me your plans for the future

Start a fresh life at uni and get this degree. Then who knows? I’ll probably go and get another degree and I’m pretty sure I’ll end up doing medicine.stencil: who are your role models?

I don’t have very many. Kaitlyn Alexander for sure, because they really helped me understand who I am and start to accept it. Also Luke Cutforth because I love his YouTube channel but also a lot of things he’s done related to mental health have been helpful and I relate a lot.envelope: tell me a secret

I’m going to my end of year prom in a shirt and tie and I haven’t told anyone yet and I’m scared shitless. I’m still gonna do it though!!

[onlyjihoons]

boyfriend!jaemin pt2

@nananavivienne :  hi mgirl!! if you're taking requests, could you do a boyfriend! jaemin one? i fjkbiabh loved your hyuck one uM i felt personally attacked reading that????

thank you for requesting omg and also for liking my hyuck bf!au im rlly touched aHHHH❤💕💖

so i did a bf!jaemin the last time around and i said that i would do a part 2 so here it is! i do suggest reading the first one first so you can get the hang of what i’m babbling about here hehe

and it has been raining since last night, and the weather rn is super comfy i want to sleep ugh 

hi friends 

we are back w a part 2 of bf!jaemin

shall we start

ok let’s go

so

you and jaemin have been together for like, let’s say, 100 days?

and on friday it was the day of your dance recital and 100 days anniversary

so jaemin wanted to surprise u w lots of things

bc you have been there when he was feeling stressed about debuting etc

but his wallet restricts him from doing so

he specially requested to become the emcee of your dance recital

no doubt all of his fangirls were so hyped bc they could see their oppa on stage

but this oppa is alr yours so they felt stumped but nonetheless excited

yo and get ready for lots of mushy and fluffy stuff so:

bare with me friends

so on that day jaemin would introduce himself (duh)

and all his fangirls were screeching

rip jeno was seated beside them

“to celebrate the eve of seollal, we have our school’s dance majors performing this morning!please put your hands together to welcome them!”

and being a ballet major aka me

ya’ll did a ballet/classical version of Secret by WJSN

its rlly short and ngl you had to rush to backstage to change to the street dance outfit

so jaemin spotted you running to backstage to change and 

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“babe!!!!!!” -clingy jaemin

“why are you like this omg”

“happy 100th babe ;-)”

ngl it totally slipped your mind that it was your 100th day anniversary

“omg im so sorry i totally forgot,, happy 100th to you too oppa!”

and you planted a quick peck on his lips and ran off to go and change cause damn jaemin made you late

as soon as you ran off he was bLuShInG

but its ok bc it was one of the rare times you initiated skinship awh

and after the performance emcee jaemin wrapped up with a very special ending ment

“today is y/n and i’s 100th day anniversary, this might come as a shock to all of us but please give y/n lots of love as much as i do”

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pls don’t kill me

then everybody was cheering and stuff

including the teachers

YOU GUYS ARE COUPLE GOALS TBVH

mark lowkey cried

ok and after the whole fiasco you went backstage and everyone were cheering for you and jaemin

and you hid your face in jaemin’s chest blushing so so hard

yo and he made it worse by holding you closer and burying his head next to yours

save me

after school jaemin brought you to eat

bc eating churros on your 100th anniversary why not

and jaemin followed you home after that

you didn’t know why so you pressed him,

“did you do something wrong, oppa?”

“no”

“then why are you following me all the way back home?”

“because i want to let your parents know that we’re dating”

with that you turned the opposite way

“are you crazy?! my parents don’t want me to date till i’m older! what’s more they will force you to break up with me since it might create scandals with your idol life!”

jaemin’s kind looks dissipated and frowned,

“so you don’t want to be my girlfriend anymore? because of my idol status?”

“n-no..”

“is it because of the hate? y/n! i have told you countless times that i will bear the consequences and no matter what we will be in this together!”

you had nothing to say and you let tears stream down your face

“i thought you would trust me, y/n. i guess not.”

with that he walked off into the distance

ngl you broke down immediately on the staircase of your home 

and you didn’t know how to react

jaemin was not having it nice either

he was holding in his emotions all the way back to his dorm

and when he came back mark sensed it immediately

“jaemin-ah! how was-”

*slam*

mark tried knocking on jaemin’s door several times but to no avail

when jaemin heard mark’s footsteps go away he immediately burst into tears

for an hour or so

then the door opened

it was his roommate, jeno

“what happened?”

“nothing”

“is it regarding y/n?”

and jaemin burst into tears again

his best friend patted him on the back and comforted him many times

basically jaemin and you cried yourselves to sleep

the next day nct dream were excused from school for practice

as soon as jaemin stepped on his hoverboard he felt a sharp pain on his spine

and the usually good jaemin fell off his hoverboard a few times

mark was legit concerned so he alerted his manager 

and he went to the hospital

turns out jaemin had a herniated disc 

luckily sm let him rest and get treated in the hospital

tbh the news spread fast and soon everyone in class were gossiping 

you had no idea why as you tried to call jaemin countless times but he didn’t pick up

and your bff was like

“y/n! did you know what happened to jaemin sunbaenim?”

“uhh no, we kinda fought yesterday”

“he had a herniated disc and he’s in the hospital now”

you literally dropped your books and whipped your phone out of your uniform pocket

“nct dream’s jaemin will not be attending any activities due to his herniated disc”

you literally speed dialed chenle who wasn’t in school

“hello-”

“cHENLE! WHERE IS U”

“woah chill y/n, i’m at practice rn”

“where is jaemin oppa?!?!?”

“he’s at the dorm-”

“DON’T YOU DARE LIE TO ME ZHONG CHENLE TELL ME WHICH HOSPITAL HE IS AT RIGHT NOW 现在，立刻，马上！(now, immediately, right now)”

i’m having the chinese feels rn 

“wow okay y/n i didn’t know you could speak chinese-”

“just tell me or i will skin you alive when i see you”

“okay okay chill he’s at dongdaemun hospital.”

“good ok i love you chenle have a nice day bye”

with that you literally rushed out of school to board a taxi to the hospital

and wow it was snowing and it created traffic

ngl you were super anxious 

and super sorry 

when you reached you bolted out of the taxi and into the hospital

“excuse me may i know which is na jaemin ward?”

“i’m sorry miss, i’m not able to disclose our patient’s personal information-”

“i’m his girlfriend, y/n. please tell me where he is. please.”

“ah y/n! please follow me”

and so you followed the nurse to the swanky part of the hospital

like the vip wards

“jaemin-ssi has been asking for you ever since he has been warded, but please be reminded he is not allowed to move okay?”

you thanked the nurse and entered the ward nervously

“oppa?”

jaemin’s eyes flickered open from his slumber and he was shocked

“y-y/n...”

jaemin was seated upright due to his spine

seeing jaemin in the helpless state made you cry

and you broke down immediately

“y/n! why are you crying?did i do something wrong?”

you just walk over to his bedside and burried your head in his hands and cried

“i’m so sorry if i made you doubt yourself oppa, i have been a really bad girlfriend”

jaemin just smiled and shook his head,

“its okay babe, stop crying. i’m fine now you see?”

as you continued crying jaemin dusted the snow off your puffy jacket and slowly help you take it off

when he saw your uniform underneath he gasped,

“babe!why aren’t you in school?”

“i literally rushed here when i heard the news, and i might have scared chenle a little...”

“you threatened him, did you?

“how did you know?”

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“wow ok”

“what did you do?”

“i said that i will skin him alive if he doesn’t tell me where you were...”

jaemin laughed so hard his sides hurt omg

fastforward 2 months later

you wee in the nct dorms to take care of jaemin after school

bc he’s a literal baby that can’t take care of himself

its actually bc he wanted to see you cook

“baaaaabeeeeee”

“hmm”

“i miss you so much”

“i literally left your side a minute ago”

and you began to whip up some simple dishes

like ramen and sausage and egg

idk and curry too

once you were done you called jaemin over to eat or he would starve to death

“i won’t move unless you give me a kiss”

sneaky

you complied bc injured jaemin is super whiny

when your lips were about to touch jaemin flipped you over to his side

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i shall end it here before i faint

i hope you like it my friends

thank you for reading✨♥

have a nice day/night!