#but also coincidentally that was my last time at that store.... that was THEIR LAST IMPRESSION OF ME LOL.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for "using" a cucumber and putting it back in the fridge?

(🥒👌 to find later)

Please, I know it sounds nuts but hear me out. I feel awful and I need to know just how bad this is. Also, I intentionally left as much as possible vague as I am a minor and I do not want this to get removed for being too explicit. But the story will not make sense if I don't include certain things, please understand.

So I (16M) grew up in and currently still live in the bible belt, with extremely conservative evangelical parents. As a taste of what it's like, we have church 3 times a week, and church camp every summer. We are only allowed to access Netflix through a stupid content filter app and we can only use a restricted smart phone that is regularly checked at random by our parents. We get an hour and a half of computer usage every other day, and the internet on the computer is heavily filtered also. The only reason I have access to Tumblr and am able to post this now is because my best friend's older brother gave me his old android for my birthday a few years ago. His family is much more open minded, and I'm very close with them. I also think they have always felt a little bad for me with my family being the way they are.

I'm also gay. Obviously, my family does not know, and I intend to keep it that way. I won't go too deep into it, but it will suffice to say I struggled a lot when I was younger over this. The good thing is that in the last few years, I've been able to accept myself more and come to terms with what my own feelings about religion and faith really are. I came out to my best friend and his brother a little over a year ago, and they've been very supportive. I have yet to tell any of my other friends.

Recently, I've been trying out alcohol since my friends found a hookup. Something I have discovered is that I tend to get lewd feelings when I drink, which has nearly caused a few embarrassing moments around friends. Coincidentally, I have also been experimenting with... certain things. Being a minor, I obviously can't enter any of the adult stores around me, nor would I feel comfortable asking any of my friends to drive me there if I could. I also can't order anything online because my bank account is connected to my parents, and I don't have a shipping address I'm comfortable using for those items either. So instead, I use household objects that belong to me and can be sanitized easily. You might see where this is going.

Yesterday evening, I came home from best friend's house with a full bottle of wine in my backpack. We and a few other friends had already been sipping on a few beers that afternoon, and I still felt a little buzzed. After my family went to sleep, despite already having a little alcohol in my system, I proceeded to get wasted on this bottle of wine in my room. I don't have the clearest memory of all of this, but at some point, I got hungry and lewd-feeling. Went into the kitchen and, through some kind of thought process I can only imagine now, came back into my room with a cucumber. From the title of the post, you can hazard a guess as to what happened to this cucumber. Once I was done, I drukedly and quickly washed it in the bathroom sink and threw it back into the fridge. I went to sleep.

I started freaking out as soon as I woke up this morning. There were four cucumbers in the fridge, I was pretty positive at least two were going to be used for dinner tonight, and I had no idea which cucumber I did the deed with. To make matters worse, my mom was inviting the pastor of our church and his family over for dinner. I have practically no money currently, no license or vehicle, and no friends with vehicles free to pick up new cucumbers for me (and no reasonable explanation as to why I needed them to spot me for four cucumbers specifically). I also have no believable reason to give for why we shouldn't have cucumbers added in the salad mix. My mom knows I love them, and they haven't gone bad. Can't say I ate them because who the hell eats four raw cucumbers? And she'll interrogate both my brother and I until she gets a satisfying answer if I just throw them out. I didn't know what the hell to do about this and I was close to having a panic attack, so... I took a nap.

Evening came. Guests came over, dinner happened. We had porkchops with macaroni and side salads. Cucumbers were in the salad, and I along with pastor's family and my own, ate it like nothing was wrong. My parents, the pastor and his wife had an engaging conversation about politics, religion, and some mild church gossip after dinner. My little brother continued to read his book, and I had a very awkward and one-sided conversation about Young Sheldon with the pastor's daughter. Then they left. And I went to my room to mentally implode.

To say I'm horrified is a major understatement. I don't think anyone is going to get sick because I scrubbed all of the cucumbers with soap multiple times and cleaned the vegetable drawer with bleach when I woke up this morning. I guess I also don't know that the violated cucumber was one of the ones that was used for dinner tonight, but then it's only a matter of days until we have salad again, or if mom cuts one up for water. I've rattled my brain for any way I could get some new cucumbers without telling anyone the details of the event, but I have nothing. Don't even have the money, anyway. Gave up the last bit of cash I had for the damn wine yesterday, and I have $0.43 in total on my debit card.

Admittedly, there is a very small part of me that doesn't even really care if they have eaten or end up eating the damn thing. I can't stand my family. My parents are invasive, controlling and neurotic, and don't give a shit about how I'm doing in so far as it pertains to god and the church. I'm a little more sympathetic to my brother as he's been stuck in this hell with me, but at 13 he's already begun to regurgitate way more religious dogma than I ever did at his age. And I know for a fact that they would want nothing to do with me if they found out I was gay. They'd probably kick me out on the street and spit on me if I had to guess. But even still, this is only a small part of how I feel. What I did was still so gross, and no amount of animosity I have for them can change how mortifed I am. I do have at least a semblance of a conscience.

So...AITA for all of this? WIBTA if I did nothing about the other two cucumbers? Please help.

[spidybaby]

Birthday Twin

Summary: Pablo and you share your birthday date, and you two plan a surprise for each other.

A/N: In honor to miss @gadriezmannsgirl and Pablo's birthday. I wanted to create this piece to celebrate them both. So miss girl, happy birthday to you 🎂💛

"Yes." You say to Aurora. "Yes, the cake, the balloons, the drinks, everything is done and organized."

"You are such a sweetheart." She hugs you. "I was looking for a little help, and I ended up only inviting the family." She laughs. "You did it all yourself."

You smile. You love helping people plan things. And this time wasn't different. Aurora asked you to help her with some details about Pablo's secret party.

And you took it upon yourself to plan everything. Order the cake and even pick the decorations.

His family was so happy because Pablo was growing up. Belen was a ball of feelings, trying her best not to cry every time she remembers that Pablo is growing up.

"I'll pick the cake, and you take Pablo out so we can decorate." She smiles. Hurrying you out of her room.

You nod, walking back to his room. He was watching something on tik tok while the movie you picked is on as some background noise.

"Amor, do you want to come with me to the mall?" You smile at him, your hands combing his brown locks. "Maybe we can go get some perritos calientes." You smile at him.

He nods, getting up from his bed. He grabs his wallet and keys. "Mamá, we'll be back in a few."

You hear Belen telling you two to he careful. You grab his hand, walking with him to the car. "I can't believe this is the last time I'll see you as a nineteen year old boy."

You pretend to cry, making him smile at you. He grabs you by the neck. He smashes his lips to yours. You whine at the feeling of him kissing you.

"Ouch, bebé." You laugh when you two separate. "You are so rough." You reapply your lip oil.

"I thought you liked it rough." He smirks.

You blush at his comment, acting as if you didn't hear it. You make sure your hair looks good.

You arrive at the mall. You don't even know where to start because you aren't sure about what you would be doing for the next hour.

"I need a new pair of headphones. My last ones got lost, or maybe Fermin has them."

"Why do your things always end up at Fermin's?"

"I always left them there, or in his car, or his girlfriend's car. I maybe need to stop doing that."

"Maybe, let's go." You pull him, he smiles at you.

He loves this side of you, how happy and excited you get when his birthday date gets closer and closer and closer.

He loves the fact that even when he's a footballer with all the attention and media, you give him your 100% of energy and attention, as if he doesn't get enough.

"Hey, I want to get something, maybe a cool bracelet." He says, noticing a jewelry store.

You greet the lady at the counter. Asking her to show you some bracelets. Pablo tries on a few, asking for your opinion.

You let him decide between two, giving him the liberty to do it. You check the rest of the things. Looking at some rings, they look beautiful but really expensive.

Pablo can't take his eyes off of you. He asked the lady to pack him the ring you went back to look and put it on the same bag as his bracelet.

"Pick a bracelet." He grabs your waist, kissing your shoulder. "Whatever you want, don't look at the tag." He whispers, kissing your ear.

You nod, letting him spoil you a little bit. You want to get something cute for your birthday too.

You pick a thin gold bracelet with his initial, you love wearing this kind of minimalistic things. You enjoy them because it's easier to wear.

"Let's go, preciosa." He grabs your hand, thanking the lady for the help. "You say things like, oh your last hours as a teenager, as if you are not turning 20 tomorrow too." He laughs.

"I mean, yes." You say, stopping eating your perrito caliente. "But I love watching you blush."

You and Pablo share more than just curiosities, you two share your birth date. And coincidentally, you also have the same age.

When you first got together, you didn't talk about birthdays. It was the forgotten topic. Not because of something wrong but because you two just forgot.

Then, when he invited you over to his place for dinner. You were welcomed with some of his family members, his long-time friends, and some football teammates.

> "It's your birthday today?" You asked, confused and blushed about not knowing it.

"Actually, it's the 5th." He smiles. "Mom just wanted to celebrate early."

"You have to be kidding me." You jump a little, excited about sharing your birthday with him. "That is my birthday, too." <

After that day, you two had another reason celebration in common. An anniversary and your birthday.

"We still need to finish our movie." You say, throwing the empty containers on the trash. "Let's go, mi pablito."

You two go back to his house, you see some of the cars from his family and friends but he was too busy on his phone and the road that he didn't even noticed.

Luckily, the garage was closed, so you couldn't hear the music they had on. Playlist you sent Aurora with music Pablo likes.

"Let me help you with the bags, Aurora texted me to ask you if you can help her with something." You say, pretending to see your phone.

He nods, confused about why his sister didn't text him. He walks inside, hearing some music and noticing his friends and family all around a cake.

He smiles like crazy, cheeks hurting from doing it. He hurries to hug his mom and dad. Thanking them and then Aurora for the party.

"Not us, her." Aurora points at you.

You grab hug his torso, kissing his shoulder. "Surprise!" You smile at him. "It was hard, but I managed to do it."

"Gracias, I thought you guys were busy with college." He says to his friends.

"Nah, we were just pretending because your girlfriend asked us."

"Yes, and we are here for the food and cake."

They all laugh, happy to be there with his friend. Pablo is thankful to you for the surprise, he can't even explain how happy this makes him.

"Let's all go outside and have some food and cake, Pablo has to go back to Barcelona in a few hours." Aurora pouts, sad that her baby brother and you are leaving so soon.

You guide Pablo to the garden, showing him the decorations and his cake. You order the cake with these two pictures of him playing for Barcelona.

One when he was a kid in La Masia and the other where he looks happy. Belen and Pablo Sir approved the cake. They loved it when you showed them the pictures.

Belen was happy you were there with them. She loved you like her own. Thankful because you take care of Pablo.

"Y/n, baby." Belen calls you. "Can you come with me for a moment."

You nod, leaving your food aside and walking with her inside the house. You follow her to her room.

She grabs something from her bed. "This is for you." She smiles, handing you the bag. "Not only my baby boy is turning 20 tomorrow, but my heart baby is also turning her twenties."

You hug her, thanking her for always remembering you. You not only found love with Pablo but also found a new family.

"It's so beautiful, thank you, Belen." You say, opening the gift as she told you to do. "I love it."

"I'm so sad you guys will spend your birthday alone in Barcelona." She pouts. "But I'm sure you two are going to spend it together and will have all the fun in the world."

You nod, you open your arms to hug her again. "Thank you, I really appreciate it."

"Let's go back to the party. You need cake before leaving." She smiles.

You save the gift in your suitcase, that way you won't forget about it. You also save the bracelet Pablo bought you.

When you are downstairs, you see Pablo's little cousins, two gorgeous girls who always talk to you, and ask you to play princess.

"Chicas!" You smile at them, hugging Pablo by the shoulders. "You found the prince."

"We found your prince." One of them say, making the other laugh.

"Gracias, princesa." You say to her. "Now what if we sing the prince the happy birthday song?"

They clap their hands happily, nodding their heads. You know they want to eat cake since they arrived.

"And then we can swim with you?"

"I can't swim right now, but next time, I promise to do it." You bump their noses, making them laugh.

They nod eagerly, hugging you by the waist. "We want cake, tho."

You laugh, turning to see Gavi looking at you with a happy face. His smile is so adorable in your eyes.

"Ready to eat cake, amor?"

"Si, let's do this, mis princesas." He grabs the kids' hands, sitting on a chair. You call the guests to sing with you.

You know Pablo is super shy when it comes to things that include a lot of people. And the fact that he's getting the birthday song all to himself, it makes him extra shy.

But you wanted for him to get the spotlight, it was his party, it was his family, and you did all of that for him.

He was shy but happy, hugging his little cousins while they clap their hands at him. The little kisses they gave him made him blush.

"Wait, princesas." You say, "let's take a picture with Pablito."

You let Pablo take pictures with his family and friends. Finishing with you. He does grabby hands to you.

"My old guy." You joke with him. "Grandpa."

"You were born before me." He laughs. "Your mom told me that."

"Joder, she exposed me." You pout. "You are still my grandpa. Just today." you peck his lips.

Aurora take some pictures of you two, smiling and one kissing his cheek because you love how red Pablo gets when you give him cheek kisses.

You eat cake and spend your last minutes with his family. You and Aurora were inside talking, you were going to miss her.

"When are you supposed to leave?" She asks.

You check your phone, noticing the time. "Maybe in like half an hour." You pout again, "I'll miss you so much."

"Me too, I feel like I haven't seen you since I was on vacation with my boyfriend."

"That means you have to take a trip to Barcelona and visit me." You hug her.

"Oh, wait, I have something for you." She runs to her bag, taking out a little box. "Open it."

You open the box, finding a pair of earrings she brought you from her recent vacation. You loved them because they fit your aesthetic so much.

"Thank you, Rora." You give her a big hug. "I love them."

You two keep talking until you notice you are about to run out of time to get to the airport. Aurora does the work for you and calls Pablo to get his things so you get yours.

"Ready to get back?" He asks. Pocking your side. You nod, pocking his side while he picks his luggage. "Stay with me tonight." He asks.

You nod, wanting to wake up with him for your birthday. You grab your small suitcase and help him with his big one.

You say goodbye to his family and friends. You thank Belen, Pablo, and Aurora again. For the gifts and the weekend.

The drive to the airport and flight was calm, Pablo got some sleep during the flight. He was tired from all the fun he had.

You woke him up when you landed. He was pouty after that. "Don't be mad, bebé." You kiss him. "We are almost at your house. You can sleep when we get there."

"Sorry, it's the heavy feeling of being a grandpa." He jokes with you.

You laugh while he grabs both yours and his luggage. He was a little less pouty as you two approach his house.

"Gracias." He says to the driver as he leaves the luggage inside the house. "Have a nice night."

You feel tired from the long and happy day you had. "I need a bath." You say stretching your arms.

"Hey, why don't you put this on the kitchen, please." He asks, passing you a small container with food his mom packed in case you wanted to eat.

You nod, walking with your phone in hand. Updating your family on where you are and that you are safe and sound at Pablo's house.

You don't notice the small thing Pablo's put together with the help of your best friend. When he noticed you didn't notice the table with the cake, he walked to it and waited for you to get out of the kitchen.

You stopped as you saw him standing behind the table. "Feliz cumpleaños a ti!" He starts singing.

You smile at him, walking closer to the table. "Pablo, amor!" You squint your eyes and scrunch your nose at how happy you are.

"Feliz cumpleaños, querida Y/n!" He keeps singing. "Feliz cumpleaños a ti." He grabs the cake and gets it closer to your face. "Make a wish, amor."

You close your eyes, thinking about what you want to wish. You then blow the candles and bite a little bit of the cake.

"Te amo." You say, walking around the table. You hug him, grabbing his face on your hands and kissing his lips.

"I have this for you." He stretched his arm for the jewelry box. "I saw you looking at some rings and wanted to get you one."

You love how he can make you feel special without even thinking much into it. "Gracias, Pablo. You make me so happy!"

You kiss him again, you love how he makes you feel, how much love he has for you and how much love you have for him.

The clock his grandmother gave him that has a bird announcing midnight and noon does its sound announcing midnight.

You stretch your hand to where the lighter is, lighting a candel. "Make a wish, amor." You say to him.

"I have everything I wanted." He peck you, blowing the candel after. "Feliz cumpleaños, amor."

"Feliz cumpleaños, Pablito!"

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Jealousy

♡ Genre: Hurt/comfort, very fluff ending ♡ Pairing: Pro Hero!Bakugou x Reader ♡ Tags: Aged up, established relationships, dating (Jealousy on both sides, it's all unfounded so don't worry! You two are loyal like dogs to each other)

Bakugou was the jealous type.

Everybody in the entire country knew that. There was nothing Bakugou hated more than imagining you leaving him for somebody else. You wanted to tease him about it sometimes, but his jealousy made him so distressed that you ended up comforting him instead.

Currently, Bakugou was still seething at the man who last flirted with you. The guy disappeared into the street's crowd under Bakugou's contemptuous gaze. His anger could only be distracted by you and your words.

"It's okay, Katsuki," you said, while hugging him. "I only love you. I didn't even flirt back, you know?"

"...I know," Bakugou said. He kissed you on the lips, somewhat possessively. When he opened his eyes again, he looked so sad. "One of these days I wonder if you're gonna find somebody better than me."

"Katsuki!" You glared at him. "I could never find someone better than you! You are the sweetest, most loyal guy I've ever met! Even if you do have a temper." You giggled, poking his forehead.

"Dummy." Bakugou rested his forehead against yours, his arm close around your waist. "Sorry. Shouldn't have gotten jealous."

"No, it's okay! Always tell me when you're jealous, always!"

That's how most of Bakugou's jealousy fits went. Over time, Bakugou became less and less easily aggravated, but he still had his possessive moments. But no matter what, he'd never take his anger out on you or try to control you out of fear.

Meanwhile, you rarely got jealous of Bakugou, mainly because you weren't the type but also because there wasn't much to be jealous of. Bakugou made it crystal clear to everyone what he did and didn't like, and you were one of the few things included on the "like" list. In fact, you were the only person ever included on the "love" list.

But despite Bakugou's poor reputation with the public, he still occasionally found fans who fawned over him. These fans sometimes made you uncomfortable.

One day, you two were out in public together in a quiet side path of the town, walking between various shops. Coincidentally, you caught some of his fawning fans exiting a store. Bakugou paid them no attention but you couldn't take your eyes off of the potential "predators" on your relationship. The fans soon passed but not without some loud screeching and several pictures taken without Bakugou's permission. Initially it irritated Bakugou, but you noticed by the end of it he was paying more attention to you.

"Are you jealous?" he asked, seriously. You two walked in the opposite direction of the fans, their voices getting less loud with more distance.

"Of course not..." you lied. "They're just random fans, it doesn't matter."

You didn't want him to tease you for this. This was one of the few times you had to deal with jealousy, and it took you off guard. It was irrational too, and you knew it. Still, you didn't always like being actively reminded that Bakugou could be wanted by others.

Bakugou wasn't having this. He stopped you in the middle of the side path you walked down, his expression focused.

"Don't be jealous, alright?" he said. You opened your mouth to speak, but he interrupted. "And don't deny that you are jealous! I've been jealous of you tons of times, so I can recognize that shit anywhere. But it's just your mind playing tricks on you. You're still the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I only go for the best, ya hear me?" He started beaming at you, and you could tell he really meant it. "I'd rather throw myself off a cliff than go back on my promises to you."

That did warm your heart. He caught your lips turning up and his hand brushed against your cheek, but you still shied away from him.

"I just don't get why you chose me," you said. "You've got so many fans. Sometimes I wonder if there are better options for you out there..."

"I fucking doubt it. I have the best judgment and the best taste, so if I chose you, that fucking means something. It means you're as great as me... or better. Now don't go saying that negative stuff about my girlfriend. Or else."

"O-okay! Alright!"

You didn't know what the heck he could be threatening you with, but you didn't want to find out. Regardless, he still looked after you and made sure nothing the fans did ever bothered you. He would never tease you for your jealousy, because he personally knew how much it hurt. You were one of the few people he could trust, and because of that you two were dead loyal to each other no matter the odds.

[rabesbabe]

I like the way you kiss me pt.2

sam carpenter x reader

i like the way you kiss me pt.1

A/N: Hey guys!! So this is the second part to my newest series! I’ve been trying to decide if this should be the last part or if I should do one more so let me know! Also you guys are able to ask for requests now and i’ll make a page with who I write for!! (Also this fic is not proofread pls excuse my typos lmao)

Summary: You go to a party Mindy and Chad host and “coincidentally” Sam is there…

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After that day you hadn’t really talked to Sam besides necessary conversations you guys would have to have when you went over to hang out with Tara. Which you seemed to be doing more

and more of recently noticing the two of you actually make a pretty good duo.

One day you were getting smoothies with Tara when you felt like you should tell her about what happened with Sam.

“Tara?” “Hm?” She replied, mouth full of the strawberry banana smoothie she was drinking. “Do you remember how Sam acted when she met me that first time?” You asked looking at her. “Yeah but I told you not to worry about it I swear she’ll get used to you at some point she just isn’t exactly a people person.” Tara shrugged. “No that’s not it,” you sighed. “The day before that, I met Sam at the grocery store and I slid her my number. And that night we talked for like 3 hours before I hung up.”

Tara looked at you confused. “You slipped my sister your number…” you looked down waiting for her to yell at you for talking to her sister. “AND SHE ACTUALLY CALLED YOU?” She smirked at you. “God, I knew you were fine but not fine enough to create a miracle!” You looked up at her almost choking on your smoothie at her words. “That was your takeaway from what I just told you? You’re not mad? Or even sad?” “God no.” She replied “I’m just shocked my sister actually made an attempt at being a normal person. No wonder she acts so weird whenever I mention you. She totally likes you y/n.”

That night you think about Tara’s words a lot. Did her sister actually like you? Whenever you were around her she seemed like she was seconds away from punching you in the face. But, maybe that’s just how she is. She’s not exactly bubbly. You think about the time Tara left the apartment for a bit while you were there to go do something, leaving you and Sam alone. Sam couldn’t keep her eyes off of you. But she also didn’t dare utter a word to you. She always left you confused and wondering what was going on inside her mind.

That week you and Tara went over to Mindy and Chads place. Tara decided to find something cute for you to wear and she did your makeup. You weren’t sure why she was dressing you up so much but you let her anyway as it was fun.

As you arrived at the door Tara fixed your hair up and you gave her a weird look as you were still confused why she was trying so hard to make sure you looked good even though you were just seeing friends. You handed her the wine glass you brought as a gift before knocking on the door. After knocking you hear familiar voice say “I’ll get it.”

To your surprise as the door opens you’re met with a wide eyed Sam looking you up and down. She mumbles a quick “Hi” to you before moving over to let you in. After giving Mindy and Chad hugs you look over at Tara and Sam talking.

“You didn’t tell me you were inviting her Tara.” Sam says. “I didn’t think I needed to Sam? We’re constantly together it should’ve been a given.” Tara says raising an eyebrow at Sam. “Plus why do you care? You’re very clearly enjoying the sight of her.” Tara gives a small smirk to a slightly open mouthed Sam who is clearly shocked her sister caught on to her not so secretly checking out her friend.

As the night goes on the drunker and drunker everyone gets. You guys talk for hours, play games and watch dumb reality tv shows. “Who wants to play a classic game of drink or spill!?” Says a very very drunk Mindy. “What a good idea lil’ sis” exclaims Chad. “You know you’re only a few minutes older right?”

“Can we please start playing before you two get into a fight and ruin all the fun?” Sam says rolling her eyes. You all sit in a circle in their living room waiting for Mindy to ask questions. “Tara,” Mindy says, “how many people in the room would you kiss?” “Oh come on, that one’s easy! Three.” Tara says. “Thank god.” Sam replies letting out a fake sigh while laughing.

“Y/N, sweet, gorgeous, lovely, y/n.” Mindy says in a jokingly sweet voice. “Who in this room would you say no to if they asked you out?” You let out a chuckle, “if it wasn’t obvious before, I’m sorry Chad I’m just not into your uhm…kind?” You give a fake apologetic smile. You make eye contact with Sam who looks at you shocked. Obviously thinking she was going to be the one you would say no to. You give her a small smile before she looks away.

The rest of the night is a drunken blur for you. You can’t help but notice Sam staring at you all night and wonder if you look insanely hot or like a drunk mess. Later on you decide to go find Tara who’s probably making out with Chad somewhere to tell her you guys should head home.

“Tara?” You ask while knocking on Chads room door. “If you and Chad are in there eating each other’s faces please take this as a warning to stop before I walk in.” Suddenly the door opens and you see Sam smiling at your remark.

“Hi, Sam.” You say awkwardly. To your surprise she opens the door more for you to come in. “So my sister and Chad huh?” You nod. Confused as to why she’s talking to you. But then you think about the fact that she drank 5 shots during the game you guys played. She sits down on the bed in the room looking at the floor avoiding your eyes. And you join her. “I’m sorry I’ve been kind of a bitch to you y/n.” “It’s fine I guess?” You say confused as to why she would apologize now. “I really liked you that night we talked Sam. I wish you gave me a chance.” She looked up at you finally making eye contact. She stared at you for a second as if she was thinking about something.

Before you could think more she leaned closer to you, grabbed around your waist and kissed you. Only for a moment but just enough to show you she meant it.

“Im sorry,” She said looking away from you when you didn’t say anything. “That was more than okay Sam.” You smile at her and she kisses you again. This time more passionate and confident.

“Y/n!” Tara’s voice calls out a little before the door to the room bursts open. Tara’s eyes go wide at the sight of you and her sister and she stares for a moment before laughing. You and Sam look at her in bewilderment. “Thank god!! I was so sick of you two undressing each other with your eyes all night.” Sam scoffs at her boldness. “As much as I hate to break this up we need to go y/n we have class tomorrow.” Tara says as if she’s not gonna be insanely hungover the next morning. You stand up and smile at Sam. “Call me?” She says before you walk out. And you nod with a goofy smile plastered on your face.

[tune-on-in-folks]

Day Eight! I want to preface this with this: I had Somnophilia on my list with Vox in mind. Coincidentally @redfoxwritesstuff has also written a very wonderful fic for Vox with this prompt. Hers is called Late Meetings, so please go read hers and show her beautiful writing love!

I am vastly aware of the similarities between both fics: Vox, Somnophillia, and late nights/meetings, and the mention of notes! Though I attempted to make mine as different as I could. Great minds think alike! (Kit if it's too similar let me know. I'll gladly repost after a rewrite.)

Tags/Warnings: Human!Vox, marriage, dub-con, dubious consent, somnophilia, fem!reader, fem!receiving, fingering, p in v sex, soft sex Word Count: 1,962

Human!Vox X Reader

You often consider yourself the luckiest woman in the world. How could you not when your husband was Vox? You adored your husband, admired his work ethic, and appreciated the money he brought home. But there were some nights, much like tonight, where you wondered if he loved you as much as you loved him.

“Eight o’clock.” He promised before leaving that morning. He would be home by eight. Now it was eight thirty and you hadn't gotten even a call from him. Your dinner had long gone cold, not that you had much of an appetite anymore. Begrudgingly, you got up and started putting everything away.

When everything was put away you poured yourself a generous glass of wine. The minutes ticked by as you drank it, the clock in the hallway striking nine. You downed the rest of the wine, put the glass in the sink, and headed to bed. Typically you wrote a note to Vox before you went to bed, wishing him well, hoping his broadcast was good. Tonight you did no such thing, your heart sitting heavily in your chest. He could have at least called and told you he'd be home late. Instead you had gotten nothing, so in turn, he would get nothing.

Vox finally managed to get back to his office, his last meeting had run a little bit late. But he didn't think he was running all that late. He grabbed his suit jacket, pulling it on as the clock behind him struck the hour. He counted each chime, frowning when it hit eight. So he would be home a little later than expected. The clock chimed once more before falling silent. Vox’s eyes found the clock face, his heart dropping into the pit of his stomach as it confirmed what he had just heard. Nine chimes, it was nine. He was in for a world of trouble when he got home, guilt already eating away at him. He was an hour late, and by the time he drove home, that'd be even more.

He got in about twenty minutes later, opening the door. The house he shared with you was dark. No lights on at all. He sighed, running a hand through his hair as he kicked off his shoes. After locking the door behind him, he headed towards the kitchen, expecting a note. When he found none waiting for him, his frown deepened. How upset were you with him that you hadn't even left him a note?

He looked forward to your notes, storing them all away in a shoebox kept under his side of the bed. Keepsakes, tokens of your love for him. If he hadn't been guilty before, he certainly was now. He headed towards the bedroom, shedding each layer of clothing as he went. He pushed open the door, pausing in the threshold of the bedroom he shared with you. You were fast asleep already. He didn't blame you, it was late and he had promised to be home over an hour ago. But he didn't like the idea that you had gone to bed angry with him. He entered the room fully, removing his shirt and pants. He sat down on the bed beside you, reaching out a hand to brush your hair out of your face. You moved at his light touch, a soft murmur escaping your lips.

“I'm home, babydoll.” He murmured, a frown on his face as he watched you roll over, turning your back to him.

The sight, though unintentional, hurt him. His hand brushed down your arm for a moment before he stood back up. He slipped off his socks and then his boxers. He wondered for a moment, if he should go sleep on the couch. Had he earned enough of your ire to warrant that? But more than anything, he wanted to have you in his arms. That desire won out over anything else. He headed towards the dresser, pulling out a new set of boxers and night pants. He slipped them both on, before he returned to the bed. That was when he noticed that you were laying on his side, and had been the entire time. He smiled at the realization, reaching out to brush your hair out of your face once again. It always seemed to fall into your face.

Vox slid into bed next to you, moving you enough to allow him to lay down comfortably. Upon sensing his presence, despite being asleep, you wrapped your arms around him. He smiled as you nuzzled against his chest. He rested his hand on your lower back, idly tracing his fingers up and down. You shifted again, the movement, paired with his idle strokes, had your nightgown riding up. Vox paused when his hand touched bare skin, a frown pulling at his lips. He shifted, his eyes roaming over your body in the dim light. You were wearing a nightgown, one of his favorites, and nothing else. The realization had his heart skipping a beat, his cock twitching to life. He shifted you off him, rolling onto his side to watch you as you slept. His eyes were drawn to your nightgown bunched around your waist, exposing your lower half to his hungry gaze. Vox reasoned that he might as well feel what he had missed out on before pulling your nightgown back down and going to bed. He moved his hand, his fingers slipping between your legs, teasing at your entrance. He bit his lip, finding that you were soaked.

“Fuck,” He whispered, not having expected you to be so wet. “I’m even more sorry for being late.”

A whine escaped your lips, your legs falling open as you ground yourself down against his hand. His fingers slipped inside you, his eyes widening as he sat up. He had every intent to pull his fingers out of you, not wanting to touch you without your express permission. But then his name was falling from your lips in a breathy moan, your hips grinding down. All resolve was flung out the window. Tentatively he began to move his fingers, pumping them in and out of you with practiced ease. Your head fell back, your legs spreading wider for him. Your breath was coming faster, your chest heaving as he slowly brought you closer to release.

“So beautiful for me.” He mummers, his other hand shoving down his night pants and boxers.

He kicked them from his frame, wrapping his hand around his length with a soft gasp. He began to pump himself in tune with every curl of his fingers pressing against that sweet spot inside you. The moans that fell from your lips were loud and lewd. Completely unashamed in your sleep and it was alluring. He felt your body tense beneath his touch, a loud moan gracing his ears in time with the way your walls squeezed around his fingers. Your release washed over you, your body quaking with the intensity of it. Your eyes fluttered open, post orgasmic bliss giving way to confusion.

“Vox?” You whispered, wiping away sleep from your eyes.

“Fuck.” He whispered, pulling his fingers from your dripping core. “Hey doll.”

You gasp at the feeling of his fingers slipping from you, your eyes catching on his hard cock. Which he hadn’t stopped pumping despite the fact that you had woken up. You swallow, your brows furrowing. You knew you should be upset that he had touched you without your permission. But instead, you felt weirdly loved and cherished.

“Did you have any intention on fucking me while I was asleep?” You ask softly, sitting up.

Guilt flashed through Vox, he finally removed his hand from his throbbing cock. “I’m sorry. None, I didn’t even mean to do this. I just…wanted to feel you, see what I missed.”

You hum, moving your hand to his cock. Vox gasped, his hips jerking at your touch.

“Doll?” He asked hesitantly, unsure of how you’d react, of what you were doing.

“Shut up for a moment.” You murmur. “I’m still deciding if I should be mad at you or not.”

He cracked a smile despite himself, cupping your cheek with his hand. You met his gaze, the room slightly illuminated by the moonlight spilling in from the windows.

“In my defense it was you rolling your hips down that started this. I had every intent to stop, to pull away.”

Another hum of acknowledgement, your eyes falling from his face to land on his cock again. The tip was leaking pre-cum and you couldn’t deny the fact that you were turned on. You shift forward, coming to straddle his lap. Your hand still on his cock, guiding him towards your entrance. You sank down onto his cock, moaning at the sensation of him filling you completely.

“Fuck.” Vox cursed, hips thrusting up into you as you slid down onto his length. “You’re not mad?”

You shake your head, hands resting against his shoulders as you began to slowly fuck yourself on his cock. “Not in particular.”

“You didn’t leave me a note.” He murmured, his breath coming a bit quicker at the sensation of your tight walls clenching around his cock. “You always leave me a note.”

“You could have called me.” You mutter in reply, “I’d have liked a call.  You always call.”

He frowned, his hands resting against your hips, guiding you. His pace picked up, meeting you thrust for thrust.

“My meeting ran late, I had no way to know the time. I’m sorry.” His voice was full of genuine remorse and guilt. “I’ll make it up to you, my dear.”

The soft slaps of your bodies joining together over and over filled the room, his soft grunts mixing with your moans.

“You already are.” You whisper, your walls fluttering around his cock.

You were close to another orgasm, and by the twitching of his cock, Vox was close to his as well. He pulls you into a gentle kiss, his hips moving faster, chasing that release.

“I love you.” He murmurs, pressing kiss after kiss to your mouth. “I love you so, so much. I don’t deserve you.”

Vox shifts, his cock slipping deeper inside you. Each thrust had him rolling against your g-spot, his cock-head kissing against your cervix. Your walls fluttered around his cock, your eyes rolling back in your head. Your moans were getting louder, more breathless.

“Vox, please.” You whined, so close to your release.

He kept his steady pace, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. He captured your mouth with his, swallowing your cries as you came. Your walls flexed around his cock, drawing him deeper.

“Oh fuck!” He growled, his hips stuttering as he came.

Hot ropes of cum splashed against your cervix, filling you to the brim with his seed. A whimper falls from your lips at the sensation, Vox slowing to a stop inside you. He shifts, laying down, taking you with him. The change in position makes you cry out, your body overly sensitive. You expected him to pull out of you, instead he remained buried balls deep inside you. His lips brushed over yours again.

“I love you.” He repeats softly, “So much. You’re my everything.”

You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss slightly. Now that the two of you were laying down, exhaustion was dragging at you, threatening to pull you into sleep.

“I love you too, Vox.” You whisper, eyes closing as you rested against his chest. “You’re my entire world.”

You fell asleep in his arms, his cock buried deep inside you, knowing that you were loved.

You were indeed the luckiest woman in the world.

[slasherx]

Hey 👋🏽

Can you do the Sinclair twins with a female s/o who was like in a relationship before they killed their father and she left town but like years later they found her again and like kidnaped her so they can be together again

Ooo Diablo you always come up with the most scrumptious ideas *rubs hands together evilly*

Content: Bo SInclair x fem!Reader, Vincent SInclair x fem!Reader (separate)

Warnings: Kidnapping, Bo slaps you across the face

Notes: My first time writing Bo and second time writing Vincent...I hope I did okay!

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❥Bo Sinclair

Bo found you in a grocery store in the next town over. When had you come back to Louisiana? He remembers the day you broke up with him - you were going out of state to college and didn't want to do long distance with him.

So much has changed since then. He's changed so much since then. He waited for you to check out, then abandoned any cart or food he hand in his hands to follow you out to your car. Luckily you parked in the back so nobody saw him knock you out and drag you to his car, which also coincidentally wasn't far from yours.

Stuffing you in the back seat, he used the seatbelts to tie your hands up and began driving back home. When he arrived there, he called for Vincent to help him bring you in. Vincent was surprised to find you instead of groceries in the backseat. He signed to Bo, "What is this?"

"Well it damn sure ain't groceries, Vince. Now help me get her up to my room."

Vincent cringed at that but decided to help him anyway. He held you by your ankles and Bo held you by your wrists as they brought you upstairs, where Bo promptly tied you to the bed. He shooed Vincent out of his room before sitting next to you.

You looked so peaceful, and in his deranged mind he thought you knew he was with you, and thats why you seemed so peaceful. Smiling, Bo leaned down and kissed your forehead. "Welcome back home, darlin."

You woke up shortly after, in a familiar room, but not one you thought you'd see ever again. It didn't help that Bo was sitting right next to you. "Bo...? What...?"

You tried to move but the restraints wouldn't allow you. The situation settled into your brain - you were in Bo's room, and you couldn't move. The last thing you remember is being at the grocery store, loading your groceries into your car. You had been kidnapped, and Bo was your captor.

"Bo, let me go." You looked at him.

"Sorry sweetheart. I can't really do that."

"Bo let me go now!" You thrashed against your restraints.

"Its no use darlin. I let you go before but, after some careful consideration I realized I never wanna let you go again. So, now you're back here, with me and Vinny and Lester! Ain't that great?" Bo got close to you, a smile spread on his face.

You spat in his face. Bo then promptly slapped you across the face out of reflex. "Now darlin I'm sorry for slappin you, but you need to re-learn some manners it seems. College ruined you, but it's okay. I'm a patient man, we can figure this out."

"What are you talking about?" You looked up at him, tears in your eyes.

"I'm talking about how you're mine forever. Your place is here, in Ambrose, beside me. I want no other woman, Y/n." Bo caressed your face.

"You're fucking crazy."

"For you." Bo smiled again.

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❥Vincent Sinclair

Bo had called for him from the upstairs level, something he rarely does unless there's people. Begrudgingly he left his sketchbook on the table and came upstairs.

"I got somethin for you." Bo grinned. "I think you'll really like it."

His brother led him out to his truck, and when he opened the back seat, he saw a person laying there. But not just any person, it was you. You who he had lost when your family decided to move out of Ambrose years ago.

He never forgot you. In fact, he hadn't been with anyone else since you had left. He'd always had a feeling you would come back. But, he felt bad that this was how you'd been brought back to him. He had hoped the attraction would open up Ambrose again and you would come back, just like you said you would.

He signed a thank you to Bo and immediately started to pull you out of his truck. Bo watched quizzically, not bothering to help just yet. When Vincent had pulled you out of the truck, he didn't account for your upper half and you promptly slid to the ground.

Bo hissed between his teeth. "That's gonna hurt. Need some help getting her downstairs?"

Vincent nodded, and the brothers uncharacteristically worked together to bring you downstairs. Bo helped tie you up to his bed and then gave Vincent a pat on the back. "Do what you want with her, but wrap it up, if you know what I mean."

Vincent rolled his eye at his brothers implications. Bo just patted his shoulder and then turned to leave. As he left, you stirred. Opening your eyes, you looked around. You were in a familiar place, but not a place you'd been to in some years.

Seeing movement, your eyes focused onto the man before you. You instantly recognized him. "Vincent?"

He nodded. You moved to try to hug him, but the restraints kept you in place. You then realized what was happening. You had been kidnapped, and Vincent was keeping you here. Your expression turned sad. You never thought your Vinny could be capable of something like this.

"Vinny..."

"Its okay," he signed. "I'll take care of you, and you don't have to do anything in return."

"Take care of me? Vinny, this isn't a permanent thing, I have to get back to my family."

"You are family. You are mine. I won't let you go again. Ever." He got closer to you as he signed.

"Vincent, you cannot keep me here forever." You tried to keep your soft tone but you were beginning to freak out as the reality set in.

"Watch me."

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Here's my masterlist, in case you like what you see and want to request more!

[ranhaitanisgf]

hi! could i request headcanons or oneshot (either is okay) for bonten timeline sanzu haruchiyo with an excitable, extroverted reader? thank you so much, and no worries if not! (+ also your theme still says rqs are closed, but i saw you posted them being open two hrs ago :3)

pay attention to me!!

synopsis: how would bonten haruchiyo act w/ an excited & extroverted s/o?

☆ a/n ˎˊ˗ idk if yall can tell but ive never written for mr haru lawl ... also !! i added a little mini oneshot cause i couldn't help myself :3 thank you so much for requesting !! this was so cute to write !! i hope everyone enjoysss xoxo

☆ characters ˎˊ˗ sanzu (akashi) haurchiyo x g/n!reader

☆ wc ˎˊ˗ 2.7k+

masterlist

❥ sanzu thinks you’re annoying at first. 

❥ he doesn’t notice at all when you first move into his apartment building; he doesn’t take much care in noticing small things like that if it didn’t relate to bonten. his work and mikey were the only important things to him, so when he hears excited squealing seeping through his walls one day, he thinks that his neighbor has a kid, (which quite frankly annoyed him, but he decided he didn’t care enough to do anything about it). 

❥ there was no estimated time as to when he would get home--ranging anywhere from 6pm to 4am--so it takes at least a month or two for him to meet you officially. coincidentally, he had been going out to grab a drink from the convenience store when you were excitedly jumping around outside your door, a delivery package in your hands. 

“oh! omg, are you sanzu-san?!” “...hah? who’re you?” “oh my gosh, i’ve been knocking on your door everyday for the past month, but you never seemed to be home! i never got to introduce myself to you! i’m (l/n) (y/n)! i moved in not that long ago, so i wanted to get to know my neighbors!”  “‘kay. bye.” 

❥ the only thing he wants to do is get away from you; he doesn’t want to be bothered with civilians, much less someone as annoying as you seemed to be. seriously, why were you talking so loud?!

❥ much to his displeasure, you followed him all the way to the convenience store, talking his ear off about the most meaningless things he’s ever heard of in his life, (how does somebody talking about nothing for so long?!) as he purchases his drinks and walks back to the apartment building. it takes everything in him not to snap at you; if he did, he would probably wake up all the neighbors from raising his voice, which wouldn’t be ideal since this was already his fifth apartment in the last six months. 

❥ he’s unsure how you possibly couldn’t get a hint that he didn’t want to be bothered, especially after he only said a maximum of ten words to you in the whole thirty minutes you were following him around, (are you really that clueless? is this what loneliness does to people?). it does take him by surprise that you aren’t scared of him though; you’d shown absolutely no sign of apprehension despite the scars around his mouth, which he supposes shows a bit of good character from you. not that he really cares. 

❥ he’s more than happy to shut the door on your face when he gets back to his apartment, finally indulging in the peace and quiet of his apartment, (he doesn’t think he’s ever been so happy to hear nothing). right when he’s opening his bottle of sake, he hears squealing through the walls. when you start monologuing about whatever you’d received in the mail, he just decides to quit and go to bed. 

❥ sanzu isn’t sure how, but you have somehow made it your routine to follow him places whenever you ran into him. he also isn’t sure why he continuously allows you to tag along with him, but as long as it doesn’t affect his work, he doesn’t really care. 

❥ you’re always talking about something; the weather, your coworker’s strange behavior the other day, or the stray cat you saw in the alleyway that ran away. there are times when he tunes out your talking and uses it as white noise, but you never seemed to get upset at the fact that he visibly is zoning out. 

❥ after a while, he gets used to your constant presence around him, so much so that he finds it strange to not hear your excited yammering while he’s at work, (although he supposes he wouldn’t want to have that constantly in his ear while he’s doing ‘business’ with someone). 

❥ the one thing that gets the attention of the rest of the bonten executives is when he suddenly stops going to the clubs, leaving whatever work he had there for during the day when it was barren. it was such a drastic change in behavior; sure, sanzu was never the type to be obsessed with the scantily dressed girls in the club, but he was known for taking some home every once in a while. at the very least, he was known for getting various types of substances from sketchy dealers who frequently attended. what’s even stranger to everyone is the fact that he slowly starts to engage in less substances, (though he still does every once in a while) which is what rings the alarm bells. 

“oi, sanzu.” “what do you want, ran? i’m fuckin’ busy.”  “well, it can wait. the fuck’s been up with you lately? you’ve been acting weird as shit.” “so?”  “so, what the hell’s been up with you?” “none of your goddamn business, that’s what.”  “woahh, easy there, man. seriously, somethin’ bothering you?”  “i said it’s nothing, so drop it.”

❥ by the time he realizes what he’s been doing, it’s too late for him. you and your talkative self have wiggled their way into his heart, setting up camp to stay for a while. he had a glimpse of a thought of it when ran was confronting him, but he immediately pushed it out of his mind because how could that possibly be true? 

❥ it can’t be true, even if he unwillingly likes to think about it now. he can’t let himself think about it; you were one of the most strange yet innocent and pure people he’s ever met, so how could he willingly taint you with someone like himself? no, he wouldn’t let it happen.

❥ and just like that, everything seems to be back to normal for him. he goes to the club even more than he did before, and the amount of substances he uses seems to increase exponentially by the week. he begins to sleep on the couch in his dingy office instead of going home so that he doesn’t run into you, only going home for the bare essentials every couple days, (and even then, he leaves after just a few minutes). 

❥ it’s just his luck that he gets out of his car the moment you turn the corner onto the apartment building’s block, seeing him in plain sight as he freezes for a moment. and then he unfreezes because 1.) why is he of all people scared to run into you? he’s a bonten executive, he’s killed people before, so why was his heart beating so fast right now? and 2.) he needs to get away from there. right now. 

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“hey!! not so fast, haruchiyo!!” you shout, your steps hastening as you try to catch up with him. sanzu can hear your steps behind him, but his long legs give him the advantage as he quickly ducks into the apartment building, smashing the elevator button and tapping his foot as it decides to be as slow as it possibly can be. 

he lets out a ‘tsk!’ sound when he notices you enter the building, promptly looking away from you and looking cooly at the blinker indicating what level the elevator was on, (can this thing move faster?!). 

“stop ignoring me!! where have you been?!” you questioned, your voice a mix of worry and anger. “i’ve been knocking on your door everyday with no response!! i know you don’t particularly like me, but you’re the only person who doesn’t walk away from me, so could you at least give me a reason that you suddenly started avoiding me?!” 

“...’m not avoiding you.” sanzu doesn’t know what to do right now; he’s never seen you angry like this before. typically, he would care less about the feelings of some random person like you, but for some reason the hurt in your voice makes him unusually unsure of himself. 

you scoffed at his lame excuse, rolling your eyes. 

“look! you’re trying to avoid me right now with elevator! seriously, can you just tell me what i did? i won’t do it again, i swear! just stop avoiding me!” 

“fuck, it’s not you!” sanzu suddenly said, his voice strained. “i’m just busy, okay?! you’re better off being friends with someone else.” 

“but you’re already my friend!! why don’t you want to keep talking to me??” sanzu ignored your words, his gaze staring straight ahead at the doors of the elevator, his stare so intense that you could almost think he was trying to open it telepathically. “hey!! can you just answer the damn question already, haruchiyo?!” 

“why do you need to know so fuckin’ badly?! i just said i’m busy!!” 

“because! i like you!” you yelled, your eyes seeming to get a bit watery. “and i know you don’t like me and that’s fine but i just want to be able to talk to you and see you sometimes, but now you’re always gone and i don’t know when you’re going to come back and it scares me! i just-” 

sanzu cut off your words, promptly stepping in front of you and slipping his hand behind your head, slamming his lips into yours. he’s not even sure himself why he did something stupid like this, especially when the whole reason he was avoiding you was because of his own flaws, but he couldn’t help himself when he heard you being so cute and worried over him, (seriously, how was he supposed to resist something like that?). 

it obviously took you off guard at first, but sanzu made sure you quickly realized what was going on, his mouth desperately pressing against yours. his kiss was rough but passionate, his lips moving quickly against yours as he pulled you closer to him, his other hand sliding around you to rest on the small of your back, (he’s doing it purely out of instinct; he hasn’t really thought about how he had been avoiding you for this very reason). 

a small ding! from the elevator grabs your attention, making you push him off of you as someone comes out from the elevator, glancing at the two of you a bit suspiciously before walking out of the building, leaving both of you in silence. 

“uh…wanna go to the convenience store for snacks…?”

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❥ it took a little bit for sanzu to open up to you about anything even a little bit, but once he did, you were able to figure him out pretty quickly, especially when he’d finally decided to be truthful about his actual profession, (bro does not work an office 9-5). due to all of this, it’s easy to tell that sanzu has a lot of issues, but it wasn’t something that you weren’t willing to work through with him!

❥ the two of you are the definition of black cat and golden retriever! you are always excited about everything and are taking him to all the cool and trendy places on dates while he is more quiet, keeping close to your side and watching everything with a careful eye, (especially people he defines as creeps, i.e. people who look at you for more than 0.2 seconds). 

❥ date wise, he is usually following your lead. he doesn’t have the slightest clue about what you think it romantic, so it will usually be you planning outings for the two of you. a lot of times he will complain about being tired and not wanting to go out, but don’t worry, he’s completely lying; he just thinks it’s cute when you whine and pull his arm asking him to come out with you. 

❥ despite the fact that he is not the most romantic guy, he does a lot of romantic things without realizing. he enjoys sending you your favorite flowers when you’re at work or staying at home while he’s at work, sending cute little notes along with them, (well, you think they are pretty cute). 

i think you like these ones. -h be ready by seven. wear something you feel good in. -h sorry i didn’t buy milk. there’s frozen waffles in the freezer. -h

❥ sanzu does a lot of those little things for you too; opening doors for you, pulling chairs out for you, taking things out of your hands when you’re carrying a lot, etc. it doesn’t seem like he’s the type to do things like this, but it’s because he isn’t the type to do it. he only does it for you, and he himself doesn’t even know why he does these things, (he’s head over heels in love with you, but in no universe will he ever actually admit that). 

❥ the most protective over you, and a little possessive too. he doesn’t control everything that you do, but he likes to have a clear-cut plan of everything you do on a normal day so that his mind is put at ease, (also so he can known when something is wrong). he won’t tell you this, but he has someone assigned to keeping an eye on your as you go about your day because he’s extremely paranoid that somebody from an opposing gang will try and come after you. he would prefer if he could by your side himself, but it’s the next best option, (he still sends frequent texts and calls you throughout the day to make sure everything is well). 

❥ the possessive part of him comes out more when he thinks people are hitting on you, (they really are just being nice; he’s just a little bit crazy…he loves you though!!). he doesn’t hesitate to slide his long arms all around you, letting you continue talking while he makes a deadly eye contact with the person, his face twisted in mild disgust as if he were looking down at a cockroach, (he’s mastered this expression somehow). he knows that you enjoy talking with people so he won’t keep you from doing so, but in the process he will make sure that everybody knows you’re his. 

❥ sanzu’s not the most affectionate person there is, but he is affectionate when he wants to be. there are times when he’ll come home and not say a word, just wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his head in the crook of your neck, mumbling something about having a terrible day. really, he just becomes a big baby when he’s like that, laying his lanky limbs all over you and claiming that he’s ‘recharging’. 

❥ it’s hard to label sanzu as an extrovert/introvert, since it can really depend on what mood he’s in and the situation. he’s more of an introvert in public settings with other people, (he doesn’t know how to interact nicely with people he doesn’t know) but when he’s with a majority of people he knows, he turns into more of an extrovert which matches with your energy quite nicely. 

❥ unintentionally, there comes a time when you accidentally get to meet the rest of his coworkers. it happened when they were dropping him back off at home after a night at the club and you’d had to come get him from the car because of how inebriated he was. 

“woah, you’re (y/n), huh?”  “oh, yes! it’s nice to meet you! you all must work with haru, right? please continue to take good care of him! would you like to come inside for a snack or some water?”  “...dude, what the fuck.”  “how the hell did he bag someone like that?!” 

❥ safe to say, they are all extremely shocked, (they never would have thought that someone like sanzu would be dating someone as sweet and talkative as you). the next day when he gets into work, he’s immediately hounded with all types of questions surrounding you and how the two of you started to date. 

“holy shit, is that why you were acting crazy a few months ago?!”  “i wasn’t acting fuckin’ crazy?!” “sanzu, you’re the craziest person here, and you started acting normal!! that was crazy!!” 

❥ after that, he makes sure that his associates never get to see you again, (“hey, bring your pretty lil thing around sometime!”, “i would rather kill you right now.”).

[wyndowpane]

LOTR in a modern world headcanons? I think yes.

I did this on one of my old accounts that i ended up deleting for some reason, i don’t remember, but here. Back on my Lord Of The Rings BS, let’s gooooo. This’ll be the fellowship with everyone intact, no one is dead.

As always requests are open and let me know if you want more!

LOTR x GN! Reader, general headcanons for if you had to take care of them today, in 2023. Enjoy!

The ring most likely has no power in this dimension, so yay Frodo is free from torment!

Sam loves watching cooking, gardening and home renovation shows, and he gets very invested in the former two. You learn a lot you didn’t really need to know from his commentary

Once Pippin learns about pyjamas and fuzzy slippers he never goes back, you literally cannot get him out of them

Boromir and Aragorn, being human and coincidentally two of the most responsible members of the fellowship, are the easiest to take in public to the grocery store and such.

You can pass off the hobbits (if they cover their ears with their hair) as children, and Gimli is your friend with dwarfism.

Gandalf you can pass off as your grandfather, and Legolas looks pretty normal if you cover his ears.

Pippin is the type to bounce in his seat in the car and ask “Are we there yet?!” every 5 minutes

Frodo really likes to draw, especially when there’s so many cool places and movies to draw inspiration from.

Movie nights? No horrors. The hobbits are terrified by ‘em.

Movie nights are literally so difficult because they all have such different tastes

Merry really likes James Bond movies.

Pippin is obsessed with nail polish when you introduce him to it. Boromir gets his repainted every time the polish come off. His nails need serious help after a while

Pippin and Merry often start pillow fights, and drag everyone else into it

If you have space for a garden or plants in your home, Sam is on it. He finds it calming, so now you have some home grown plants :)

Taking the hobbits in public? Bad idea. You can trust Frodo and Sam, but Merry inevitably drags Pippin off to do something dumb and possibly dangerous.

Gandalf has an old man rocker. There is no discussion.

The hobbits do the classic “getting one sibling to ask for fast food because whoever’s in charge will say yes”, they get Frodo to do this because he has the best puppy dog face and he’s unsure about asking for things normally.

Pippin and Merry cannot handle too much caffeine or sugar or they go crazy

You thought Legolas’ hair was good before? He steals your hair care products and his hair is literally perfect.

(He’s also willing to do skincare with you, not that his face needs it. Again, flawless)

Game nights are so chaotic. You can’t play a lot of games since they don’t know what many things from this world are, so games like Trivia and Charades are off the table

Gimli and Legolas verse each other in video games, often enough it ends with Legolas winning and Gimli rage quitting

Aragorn is so responsible he’s literally the perfect man to do anything with, and he can hold the fort down if you need to leave

Pippin is so clingy, he trails you wherever you go and asks you random questions but it’s adorable

Boromir insists on carrying your stuff, bags of groceries, all that

Frodo often goes to the library to find new books to read, with you of course

There’s a whole debate on whether 3D or 2D animation is better, i would not get involved if i were you.

Pippin and Merry are also avid fans of quoting their favourite movies, once they see them

Legolas and Frodo are the best listeners, they will just sit there and not judge or try to give you advice they just. sit there. like the perfect men they are.

Legolas would have a meme for everything. Like any situation. You text him like “PIPPIN FELL DOWN SOME WELL WE DON’T EVEN HAVE A WELL HELP” and he just has a meme that fits the situation perfectly.

Frodo and Legolas would watch Avatar: The Last Airbender together because it’s their favourite show. Aragorn jumps in also.

Those three are also avid tea drinkers.

Boromir likes Game Of Thrones. I don’t know anything about it, he just does. Please confiscate Pippin while he does.

Pippin gasps dramatically whenever a plot twist surprises him.

Sam loves to cook, and he does a lot of cooking in the house once he arrives. You two just work together in the kitchen (if you can’t cook, he’ll teach you) and have nice sweet conversations

Legolas is great at doing people’s hair. If you ask him to, he’d probably agree, though he’d probably be a bit flustered as that is a courting ritual in his culture.

Ask Legolas to talk to you until you fall asleep. His voice is so heavenly istg-

The hobbits get sleepy when their hair is played with and it’s adorable

Won’t lie this hyperfixation came back then it circled back to TMNT and today i watched these films with my friend and now i’m back to LotR love. Most of this has been sitting in my drafts for a couple weeks.

Anyway, I think that’s about it from me, I hope you guys enjoy! :)

If you want to request, rules are pinned on my page! Let me know if you want a general part two or a set of modern headcanons for a specific character. I love LOTR in the modern world content so much.

Have a good day, and remember that you are loved!

[solarecliipse]

college bokuto

quick ramble, no proofread, english is not my first language.

no cause imagine meeting bokuto in college. it’s canon that he went to college and even furudate doesn’t know why, so i think it would be a really fun take on a relationship with bokuto.

like, let’s say there’s this apartment building for students, it isn’t actually part of the university but it’s full of students, and you randomly get the apartment right in front of his. he’s a second year living with some friends of his (probably kuroo and akaashi) and you’re about to start your first year and also share your apartment with a friend and a roommate who you just met, and at first you don’t pay much attention to your neighbors, because you’re trying to focus a lot on school, not start with the wrong foot, until you’re coming back from a long day in the library, working for some important project, and coincidentally bokuto’s coming back from practice by himself. and you take the elevator at the same time, and he’s seen you before, he knows you live in the same building, thinks you’re cute, so he smiles at you, which makes you smile back with a slight blush decorating your cheeks.

when you both get to the same floor he lets out a short chuckle before letting you go first, and then you both notice how you’re reaching the same spot it’s your turn to laugh, and it makes him smile, then you both go into your own apartments, and it’s over, right? except the next day you find yourself going out at approximately the same time to buy some things (a bag of chips and a soda that you don’t really need) at the grocery store and coming back to see him once again near the elevator, which is about to close, so you yell, which startles him, but you end up reaching the elevator.

and it’s like that for a day or two until he finally talks to you, “you’re a first year, right? cause i didn’t seen you last year, your apartment was occupied by some last years” you nod, nervously, “i’m a second year, my name is bokuto, and yours?”

then he proceeds to ask you if you’d want to hang out at his apartment, since he and his roommates are having a game night, he adds you can invite your friends, and since your friend isn’t there you invite your roommate, and you have a fun night, even get closer with your roommate and bokuto.

and i think it’s really cute because bokuto in college is an almost unexplored territory (at least for what i’ve seen), but personally it has a lot of potential! so, yeah, idk how to make smaus, but this idea makes me so excited anyway!

[fuyuu-chan]

hellu! how are u? i adore the entirety of ur blog, its very cute! : D

i was wondering if you could write vyn with a reader who lets their emotions overtake them? like theyre very sensitive! then they meet a calm vyn that affects them to be more at peace w/ themselves.

thank u sm! i hope ure doing well!! 🤍

Love Who You Are

Fuyuu-chan: Hi Hi. I'm good, how about you?? Thank you for requesting!! Love your idea, also idk if i did this right 🥹 but i hope you like it <3

Pairing: Vyn Richter x Reader

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You were just here to browse for a new book to read when someone approached you out of nowhere.

"Excuse me...are you perhaps interested in that book?" Someone asked.

You looked from the book you were holding to the person who probably asked the question to you.

"Are you talking to me?" You asked as you let your eyes scanned your surroundings only to found you and this guy.

"Yes I am" he nod and smiled slightly. You looked back at the guy again.

"Oh well...to answer your question..yes, I took an interest on this book, why do you ask?" You asked.

"Oh its nothing...its because its my first time seeing someone took an interest on that book...not many people like those types of book" he explained.

You frown slightly which made the man taken aback. "Oh...are you telling me...never mind" you said as you avert your gaze for a few seconds before turning back to the man. 'Is he telling me I had bad taste in books?' you thought. Seeming to notice your silence the guys asked. "Did...I say something wrong?"

"...umm do you meant that in a bad way or like??" You asked.

The man took a second only to realize what he said earlier. He probably had offended you accidentally considering your also a book lover. "Oh no I'm sorry...I meant it in a good way...that book was actually nice to read while relaxing, I was just surprised to see someone also interested, since whenever I came here no one really looked at that book." He explained. Usually people take his compliment but you...thought it was an insult? Sure maybe bevause of his wordings and all but... People still usually assume its a compliment or sometimes they just dont ask about it.

"Oh...I see" you nod in acknowledgement. "I..never got your name by the way?"

"Ah how could I forget to introduce myself... My name is Vyn Richter, what about yours?"

"(Name), nice to meet you Vyn" you said.

~~~

Ever since that encounter you two usually met coincidentally there at that book shop and sometimes at the café across from that book store.

Of course with those encounters you two exchange a word or two that extends to conversations that extends for quite some time. So at the end of the day you two got to know each other.

Your time with Vyn only grows and he got to know you. He got to realize about your sensitivity for words at your first meeting.  So he make sure that he watch his words much more carefully so he won't accidentally offend you like last time. He also realized your sensitivity for loud noises.

That happened when he invited you to catch up after not meeting each other after a busy week. Vyn invited you to catch up in the usual café you two always meet up.

As usual you also met up at the same time as always. But you noticed, lots of people starts to pack up the café. Like every once in a while you would hear the bell meaning some new people just entered. Then you realized then. "Is it holiday today?" You asked Vyn as you put down your drink.

"I think so..." He said as he looked down and took his phone that is on the table. He opened his calendar and looked to see if it is holiday or something.

He looked up after confirming. "It is holiday" he said as he smiled. "Oh...this café must be really famous" you said as you drink again.

Vyn nods. "Even if it weekday it doesn't have much people but I didn't expect to see this many now that its holiday." He said as he looked around.

"Mhm" you hummed trying to calm yourself down since its starting to get loud by people's chattering.

Vyn who looked back noticed how quiet and how you look uncomfortable. Not to mention the urge for you to cover your ears. (He could see by your body language) After gathering his thoughts he asked. "Hmm its getting a bit hot here too, do you want to go somewhere peaceful and have some fresh air (name)?"

You who was looking down the entire time to calm yourself looked up at the mention of leaving the once peaceful café. You immediately nod and so Vyn stands up as he extends his hand to you.

You took his hand out as you two left the café and goes to a park where its just you two. You sat down at the vacant swing as he too sat down next to yours.

He glanced at you checking if you starts to calm down. "Are you alright?" He asked. You looked at him and smiled softly. "Yeah thanks for offering to leave"

He shook his head. "No problem. Though I'm sorry for not noticing immediately that you dont like noisy places"

"No no I should be the one saying sorry....we were having a good time but had to stop because of..me" you looked down as you said that. "My fault too for not bringing my earphones"

"You should not blame yourself (name), besides I was also about to offer to leave the café because it was getting hot there and so we could also watch the sunset here" Vyn said as he smiled to reassure you and sure enough you smiled back.

"Thank you..." You said as you looked at the view in front of you. "You're welcome, you should tell me next time if you got uncomfortable too" he said as he also looked in front.

~~~

After that day, he made sure to bring extra earphones just in case it became too loud for your liking. And considering your comfort Vyn started to invite you to his home to just relax while listening to his collection of classical musics, have tea, read, bake or anything else because at least there its just you two and peaceful for you.

It doesn't mean that you two won't hangout anymore to other places, you two would still do that. He would let you choose the places you like to go to and when its his turn to pick he would search/research about some places where its quiet, where there is no much people. 

You notice how caring Vyn is, how he watch his words (even though you two became comfortable with each other and even though he made a mistake or two you completely understand since you know he mean no harm). Vyn also doesn't judge you like how people would normally do instead he helped you.

He also doesn't push you to get over the things your sensitive at instead he told you its alright to just be you, since he would be there no matter what. There always at your side but if you want to actually do it he would tell you to do it at a slow pace or a pace were you are comfortable.

Vyn is literally there that helped you through it all and most importantly he helped you to be at peace with yourself. Because of how calm Vyn is, you got affected that you also starts to be calm too (with his help of course).

When in the past you hated who you are and your sensitivity. Vyn...vyn loved who you were and guided you. In the end he is also the reason you start to accept yourself, love yourself, and starts to be a new person.

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[exponenshul]

Melon Seeds (Part 1 of 2)

SYNOPSIS: Two close roommates purchase a watermelon from a mysterious vendor. As time passes, their relationship heats up and the girl begins undergoing some changes. It becomes increasingly clear that the melon they bought was no ordinary fruit...

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(Contains belly expansion, sexual content, and more. Read at your own discretion.)

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Spencer held open the apartment door so Lucy could walk in. She was having a bit of trouble because she was carrying a huge watermelon in her arms.

"Rrk...man, I still can't believe we found this!" Lucy said excitedly. She was struggling a bit under the weight of the fruit, but still grinning.

"I know—and the last one, too!" Spencer noted, guiding Lucy to the kitchen counter. "That guy at the fruit stand was so nice, giving it to us for free and everything."

Spencer and Lucy were two rising college seniors, living together in their own apartment while on summer break. They'd met back in freshman year and had been the closest of friends ever since. Spencer's original roommate had backed out at the last second, and since he and Lucy were so close, she was happy to move in to the empty room.

It was a Tuesday afternoon and the two had just come back from a grocery run. Little did they know, the watermelon they'd just picked up was a little more than just delicious.

"This thing looks so good, I'm gonna cut it up right now!" Lucy proclaimed.

"Good idea!" Spencer agreed. "You get that started while I put the rest of the stuff away."

A few minutes passed as Spencer went to put away more groceries. When he returned, Lucy had sliced up the watermelon into about two dozen good-sized chunks. Spencer eagerly strode over and picked one up, but when he did, he frowned.

"Ah, man, this thing's got seeds in it..." he groaned.

"What are you talking about?" Lucy asked, picking up a slice of her own. "I'm pretty sure most watermelons have seeds..."

"Yeah, I know. And I usually just spit them out, but..." Spencer trailed off. The seeds in this melon were just...off-putting. They were black and very large, each about the size of a thumbnail. They also appeared particularly round for watermelon seeds. Whatever the reason, Spencer's gut was telling him that he probably shouldn't be eating this watermelon.

After a moment, he continued. "It's just...you know the saying, right? Swallow a watermelon seed and it'll grow in your stomach!" He chuckled.

Lucy chuckled back. "Nah, I think you're just a coward!" She chomped into her slice of melon, and as she started chewing, her eyes went wide. "Oh my god...this is SO GOOD!"

She began chewing ravenously, sucking down the watermelon's sweet flesh. Seeing that Spencer wasn't going to eat his slice, she grabbed it from his hand.

"More for me," she said, giving him a smile. He smiled back.

After she'd finished the two slices, she licked her lips. "Aaah...that was tasty! I'm gonna pack the rest up and put it in the fridge."

Spender gave her a thumbs up, and she turned to grab some tupperware from the cabinet. As she stepped away, Spencer couldn't help but keep his eyes glued on her.

Over the past few months—years, really...Spencer had started to look at Lucy as more than just a friend. She was very attractive, with cute features and perfect curves. Through their years of knowing each other, they'd gotten to know each other very well. Spencer knew that any crush he felt had to be reciprocated, at least a little. He often wondered when one of them would make a move, especially now that they lived together. They were closer than ever, physically and emotionally, and the romantic tension between them was mounting.

Spencer blinked his eyes a few times, realizing he'd been staring a little too intently at Lucy's ass.

He cleared his throat. "All right, I've gotta get ready for my shift."

"Okay, good luck!" Lucy replied. "See you tonight."

~~~~~

Coincidentally, Spencer worked at the grocery store, ringing out customers and stocking shelves. It wasn't a glamorous job, but it payed the bills.

As Spencer arrived for his afternoon shift, he looked at the front of the store with some confusion. Where the watermelon stand had been only a few hours before was a completely empty spot.

As he clocked in, he mentioned it to one of his coworkers, who was just clocking out.

"Hey, you've been here all day, right?" Spencer asked. "Where'd that guy and his watermelon stand go?"

The coworker looked at him quizzically. "What guy?"

"You know, the watermelon guy. He had this whole big stand out front. Huge watermelons."

The look on his coworker's face only grew more confused. "Uh, nah. I've been taking in carts all day, I never saw anybody out front."

Spencer stood there perplexed as his coworker left. He'd probably just missed the guy...but then again, the stand was pretty obvious. And he'd obviously picked up a huge watermelon.

He started his shift, but was left with a nagging confusion in his head.

~~~~~

It was dark out by the time Spencer got back home to the apartment. When he walked in, most of the lights were off, except for the kitchen ones. He assumed that's where Lucy must be.

He put his things down and started walking over. "Hey Lucy, I'm back from work!"

He heard her call back to him from the kitchen. "Oh, you're finally back! Come here!"

Spencer walked into the kitchen and found her sitting at the counter, watching him with a strange, dreamy look. Spencer noticed open tupperware and a couple rinds on the counter—she'd been eating more of the watermelon.

She was also wearing her favorite set of pajamas; a cropped black tank top and soft velvet shorts. He always thought she looked really good in them...

She looked over at him from her seat and gave a subtle smile. "I have to tell you something."

Spencer gulped. "What...what is it?"

Then, Lucy slowly and deliberately got over from her seat. She walked over to him, keeping her eyes locked on his. Once she was close enough, she reached up, placed her hands on his face, and kissed him on the lips.

Spencer was hit with shock. Hold on, was this really happening? Her lips were so soft and warm...He gently grasped her waist and kissed her back.

When they pulled away, Lucy looked at him with a twinkle in her eyes, cheeks red. Spencer stared back, the surprise showing in his face.

"Sorry, I know that was sudden..." Lucy said quietly. "I just couldn't keep beating around the bush."

Spencer was still reeling. "So...y-you've been...feeling the same way I have?"

Lucy placed her palms on his chest. "I've been thinking about it a lot recently...how close we are...but today is when I really realized that I was tired of being just friends."

Spencer beamed with joy. "I couldn't agree more."

The two kissed again, and this time, they didn't stop at just one. They started with a few more light, slow kisses, but soon started to make out with more passion. All that time of romantic tension was starting to be released.

Lucy pulled Spencer in closer, so that their bodies pressed together. Spencer wrapped his arms around her, rubbing his hands across her back. Making out with her, the most attractive girl he'd ever known, was more satisfying than he could have imagined. Just the feeling of her chest pressed against him was enough to give him palpitations.

After another minute or so, they pulled away for a breather. Spencer stared into Lucy's beautiful eyes and she stared right back.

Spencer cleared his throat. "So, uh...I guess this means we're...a "thing" now?"

Lucy brushed some hair away from her face and smirked at him. "Hmm...yeah, I guess it does."

The two gave each other another quick kiss, giggling from the afterglow of the their makeout session.

"It's getting late," Spencer said, trying to reign in their awkward giddiness with some conversation. "Are you hungry? Did you eat dinner?"

"I just had some of that watermelon," Lucy replied, giving her stomach a couple pats. "God, it is sooooo good...I can't get enough of it!"

Spencer chuckled. "You sure you don't want some real food?"

"I'm fine! I think I'm gonna go to bed...feeling kinda sleepy." She yawned, proving her statement.

"All right, sounds good!"

Lucy started walking over to her bedroom, but turned and gave Spencer a wink. "You better have another kiss ready for me in the morning."

Spencer grinned, his heart rate picking up again. "Of course."

As she walked away, he caught himself looking at her ass again...Now, though, he didn't feel too bad about it.

~~~~~

The next morning, Spencer woke up to sunlight shining on him through the window. As he sat up and stretched, the events of the night before came back to him. Lucy had really just kissed him out of the blue...and now she was his girlfriend. He thought about how good her kisses were, how soft her skin was...how perfect her figure was and how pretty her face was...he couldn't believe they hadn't started dating sooner.

Maybe taking things slow was a good thing...But now all Spencer could think about was getting up and seeing her again.

He headed out into the kitchen and spotted her at the counter. She was faced away from him, holding something in her hand. Not being able to help himself, he quickly looked her up and down. When he did, he almost had to do a double take. She seemed slightly...different. Was it possible she had...gotten a tad thicker since last night?

"Good morning," he said smoothly as he came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. He looked over her shoulder and saw what was in her hand...a watermelon rind. There was another on the counter, as well. She must have eaten a couple for breakfast.

She jumped a little when he hugged her, having not heard him approach. However, she quickly relaxed into his arms. "Mmh, good morning," she breathed.

"You really like that watermelon, huh?" He mused.

"Yeah..." Lucy replied, almost dreamily. "It's sooo good...it makes me feel...mmh..."

Spencer noticed that as she talked, she started to sway ever so slightly. She held onto his arms and began moving her hips back and forth, in a trance-like way at first, then deliberately. Spencer felt his heart rate pick up again.

"Makes you feel...like what?" He asked.

She was silent for a moment, but kept moving back and forth. Spencer felt her gently push her hips back into his. He could feel himself getting hard fast, and hoped to God she wouldn't notice. But she just kept rubbing her hips against him, back and forth, almost grinding on him.

Finally, Lucy spoke again. When she did, she was basically mewling. "Spencer...I've been thinking about last night, and...I know this is kinda sudden, but..."

Suddenly, she turned to face him, now looking up at him endearingly and pressing her chest into him.

"...I want to have sex with you."

Spencer's heart skipped a few beats, and he had to make sure he wasn't dreaming and that he wasn't going to pass out. "A-are you sure?"

"Yes..." she said, pulling him in close and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I can't take it any longer...I need you!"

She thrust herself forward and kissed him hard on the lips, the two embracing as their passion ignited. While making out, they stumbled over to Spencer's room, Lucy already tugging off her shorts and Spencer already unbuttoning his pants. The two collapsed on the bed, and Lucy crawled on top.

One thing was for sure- Lucy wasn't being shy about this. Spencer hadn't realized how strong her feelings for him had been. He was shocked at how fast this was all happening, but he certainly wasn't opposed.

Wasting no time, Lucy seductively grabbed her top and pulled it over her head, leaving her nude except for her lace black panties.

Holy shit, Spencer thought to himself. This time yesterday, he and Lucy were just roommates, and now he was staring at her tits. They were beautifully round and supple—bigger than he'd thought. They seemed especially pink, but he supposed it was just due to the heat of the moment.

From being with her all these years, he thought she always had a trim and flat stomach, but looking at it now she had a bit more chub than he recalled. In his mind, that only made her hotter.

"You're gorgeous..." he breathed, taking in all her curves and stunning features.

Lucy smiled and bit her lip. "You're not too bad yourself."

She leaned over and they started kissing some more. Lucy's kisses were intoxicating and sweet. Any of Spencer's concerns about the pace of their relationship were quickly replaced by mounting horniness.

Abruptly, Lucy pulled away. She leaned further over him, so that her boobs hung right in front of him. She grasped one in her hand and dangled it over his face. Spencer was no virgin—he knew what this cue meant. He took her tit in his mouth and began to suck.

Lucy seemed to really enjoy this. She arched her back and moaned, pleasure shooting through her body.

"Fuck," she panted. "It's never...hhh...felt this good to get my tits sucked before..."

Seeking to please her, Spencer kept suckling and biting. He pressed his hands into her back to push her down closer to his mouth. Lucy kept making desperate sounds of pleasure, rocking forward and back on her knees.

When he finally took a break, Lucy pulled away and sat back on her knees. She put a hand between her legs and felt at her crotch. "Mmh...I'm so wet, you're gonna make me soak through my panties..." With both hands, she reached down and started to tug at Spencer's boxers. "I need you inside me, now!"

She pulled down his underwear, letting out his rock-hard shaft. As she began pulling off her own underwear, Spencer was apprehensive. "Don't you want me to grab a condom?"

Lucy shook her head and smirked. "It's all right, I'm on the pill." She cast her panties aside and positioned herself over his waiting erection. "Now, fuck me like you mean it!"

~~~~~

Once they were finished, the two collapsed, and Lucy fell asleep in Spencer's arms. Spencer was worn out after some of the best sex of his life. He looked at Lucy almost in disbelief, holding her close and gently running his fingers through her hair. Her apparent desire for him was unprecedented but certainly welcomed. So much had happened in such a short time...was this really the same girl he'd gone grocery shopping with just yesterday?

Just then, the alarm on Spencer's phone went off, and Lucy awoke groggily. Spencer reached for his phone and checked the time.

"Ah...it's time to get ready for my shift." He groaned.

"Already?" Lucy replied, pouting. She snuggled into him more closely and held him tight. "I wish you could stay with me forever."

Spencer lightly kissed the top of her head. He sure as hell didn't want to leave either. "I know, but I need the paycheck...don't worry, I'll back tonight!"

The two peeled themselves away from each other so they could both get up and dressed. Spencer was sure to get in a nice last look of Lucy's beautiful body before she put her clothes back on. Somehow, she looked even hotter than earlier that day...like her curves had gotten fuller and more defined. Could it just be from the afterglow of sex?

Lucy lingered around as Spencer got dressed and ready to go. She followed him as far as the front door and gave him a hug and another kiss.

"Don't forget, our favorite show is on tonight, so don't be late!" She reminded him.

Spencer smiled as her as he headed out the door. "It's a date."

~~~~~

Spencer went through what seemed like the longest shift of his life. Before, he didn't really mind his job as a grocery store worker. It was easy, mindless, and paid well. However, it was different now that he had something to look forward to when he clocked out—his beautiful, sexy girlfriend waiting at home.

The events of the past day were still a whirlwind in his mind. He'd wanted to be with Lucy romantically for the longest time, but he never expected things to happen so quickly. It seemed to come out of nowhere...but he supposed if Lucy was into it, he was fine taking things fast. Besides, they were planning on watching their favorite TV show together when he got back home, so he supposed things were still somewhat normal between them.

He clocked out as soon as his shift was over and rushed home to the apartment. He wondered if Lucy was going to be as horny as she was that morning, or if she'd gotten it out of her system...either way, he was excited to get back and spend more time with her.

When he got inside, he found that most of the lights were off again. However, he did hear the TV blaring from the living room, meaning that their plans were still on for the night. Every Wednesday night, they watched a new episode of their favorite drama as it premiered. It was something they'd found in common when they moved in together and decided to make a routine each week, and finally getting together as a couple certainly wasn't going to stop that.

Lucy heard him come in the door and emerged from the living room to meet him, arms outstretched for a hug.

"You're finally home!" she said excitedly. "Just in time, the show's about to start."

As she approached, even in the dim light, Spencer noticed something different about her. Her figure seemed...different, even more so that that morning. She was still wearing the cute pajamas, except the top looked exceptionally tight. It usually fit her perfectly, but now it seemed like her tits were crammed into it. Her hips also seemed just a bit wider, and her stomach...as she came up to him, he noticed that it had a decent paunch to it. That morning he had seen some extra chub on her belly, but now it was noticeably rounded. Spencer figured that maybe she was on her period, and just bloated...but wouldn't he have noticed that when they had sex earlier?

She embraced him, and he hugged her back, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"I missed you!" He said, trying to put his observations aside. "Thanks for getting the TV on for us."

"I missed you too," she replied, giving him a peck on the lips. "Do you think you could grab the watermelon from the fridge before you come to the couch? I'm in the mood for a snack!"

"Uh...yeah, sure!" Spencer said, and she trotted away happily.

After changing out of his work clothes and into some lounge wear, he made it over to the fridge. He was beginning to think Lucy's affinity for the watermelon was a little peculiar. He liked the taste of watermelon as much as the next guy, but she seemed absolutely obsessed with it.

He opened the fridge and pulled out the tupperware. When he looked inside, he was surprised to only find three slices left. He hadn't eaten any...so that meant she'd nearly gone through that whole huge watermelon in the span of a single day.

Out of sheer curiosity, Spencer studied the slices as he carried them over to the living room. They looked just like normal watermelon slices, except for those large round seeds. What was the secret? Why was she so addicted to it?

He walked into the living room and presented the melon slices to her just as the show started. "Here you go!"

"Thanks, babe!" She chirped, grabbing the tupperware from him excitedly. She began to munch as the opening credits rolled and he sat down next to her on the couch.

"This week's episode is gonna be good," Spencer said. "Let's see if Julio finds the killer this time."

"Yeah! That would be so cool..." said Lucy, through a mouthful of melon. She expressed her contentment as she chewed. "Ugh, I can't get over how GOOOOD this is!"

Spencer watched as she chomped down the slices like they were nothing. Pink juice ran down her chin and dripped onto her torso. She must've been swallowing the seeds whole, because it would've been obvious if she were crunching into them considering their size. She just kept sucking them down like she was on a deserted island and this was the first food she'd had in weeks. By the time they reached the first commercial break, Lucy had cleaned the flesh off all three slices.

"Aaaah," she breathed, rubbing watermelon juice from her mouth with the back of her hand. She settled back into the couch, patting her slightly distended belly with both hands.

"Getting that melon was the best idea EVER. I can't believe how sweet and juicy it was!"

Spencer smiled at her. He had no reason to be worried—it was apparent she just really liked watermelon. "I'm glad you liked it."

The two returned to watching their show. It was a fantastic episode, with plenty of drama and action. There were also some scenes where the characters got hot and heavy with one another...something not too uncommon with shows of such caliber. Spencer watched intently, invested as always.

Next to him, however, he began to notice that Lucy was acting a bit strange. Usually she commented along with important points in the show, or gasped at plot twists. Tonight, though, she was being oddly quiet...for the most part. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her start to get fidgety; tapping her feet, crossing her legs then uncrossing them. She made little whimpers of sound whenever she moved, barely audible.

What caught's Spencer's attention was when she slowly tracked her hands up her torso and grabbed at her boobs. Trying to maintain some subtlety, she squeezed at them gently and repeatedly, kneading at them with her palms. Her noises got a little louder when she did this, and she squeezed her legs together a little tighter.

"Mmh...ooooh..." she cooed, audibly enough for Spencer to hear.

"You all right?" he tried to ask nonchalantly, having totally lost focus on the show at this point.

Lucy continued to massage her tits and rub her thighs together. "I'm fine, it's just...mmmhhh...I've missed you so much today..."

Spencer wasn't sure how to react. He wasn't used to being come onto so blatantly, so abruptly. Lucy turned her head to look at him, pouting her lip slightly and sporting the biggest puppy dog eyes. She was so sexy, and even if they were gonna miss the rest of their show, there was no way he was gonna turn down some more action if she was in the mood. He reached over and put a hand on her thigh, expecting her to invite him to the bedroom.

Instead, it seemed like the touch of his hand was enough to send her into a frenzy. She practically launched herself at him, kissing him passionately and wrapping her arms around him. Feeling his arousal quickly growing, Spencer held her, making out with her hard and fast. As they kissed, Lucy pushed Spencer down into the couch and crawled atop him so that she was perched on his lap. She seductively rubbed at his growing erection through his lounge pants.

"Seems like you're as ready as I am," she purred. A flustered "Yeah" was all Spencer could muster.

"Then come on," she said, voice thick with longing. "I need you now!" She began to tug her shorts down off her hips. Spencer readily did the same.

Up close, even in the dim light provided by the glow of the TV, the changes in Lucy's figure were readily apparent. Her boobs were certainly bigger than yesterday, bobbing on her chest with every movement. Her wide hips and thick thighs straddled him with ease, but she seemed not to take notice to them, nor to her noticeably bloated belly. It felt a little out of character for a girl who usually kept quite fit, but it was no problem for Spencer—he'd always liked his women a little on the thicker side, and seeing the girl of his dreams with a little extra meat on her bones was very enticing.

As she kicked her panties aside, Spencer could tell she was practically dripping wet. Seeing it only made him get harder and ready to get inside her.

Wasting no time, Lucy grabbed his erection and sat herself on top of it, moaning deeply as she felt his full length penetrate her. She planted her hands on either side of his torso and began to ride him, tiddies bouncing up and down with her movements.

"Oh...my god...you—hmmph—you f-feel incredible!" She yelped, voice catching every time her thrust inside her.

"So do you," Spencer grunted. She was so tight and wet and full of energy, just like that morning. It surprised him that he wasn't finished after the first couple thrusts. "You're so hot!"

Lucy moaned and squealed, her toes curling. It seemed like she was already building toward an orgasm. Spencer bucked his hips faster and harder, trying to keep up a good pace. He grabbed Lucy's hips and squeezed. She shuddered, reaching her climax with a shriek of ecstasy. Feeling her tighten around his shaft was enough to make Spencer reach his orgasm too, coming hard inside her.

Lucy let herself fall forward and rest against his chest, breathing heavy from the aftermath of her climax. "Hoooo...that was incredible."

Spencer held her close, panting. The exertion of their love making had made them both sweaty. "You're incredible," he breathed. "I'm so happy to finally be with you."

Lucy picked her head up to give him a long kiss. When she put her head back on his chest, she glanced over and saw credits rolling on the TV. "Sorry...looks like we missed the end of our show."

Spencer chuckled, patting her back lightly. "That's okay! We can catch up next week. This was way more fun."

"It's just..." Lucy said, biting her lip. "I've been feeling so horny lately...I can't get enough of you."

"Trust me, I don't mind."

~~~~~

As the heat of the evening wound itself down, the two got up and carried on with their nightly routines. Lucy turned off the TV and Spencer brought the empty tupperware to the sink. They went and brushed their teeth together, Lucy playfully bumping hips with him as they stood there.

When they were finished, the two said their goodnights. Spencer headed over to his room, and Lucy to hers. Watching her walk away, a part of him wished he could follow her and sleep together with her...but after dating for only a day, it was probably a bit too soon for that.

Instead he went to his room and turned off the lights to go to sleep. He couldn't help thinking about her...how attractive she was and how badly she wanted him. How her chest and ass had gotten a bit more jiggly since the other day and how it only made her that much sexier. Her slightly odd obsession with the watermelon...

Only a day, he thought...but if the days going forward were going to be anything like this, he could certainly get used to it.

~~~~~

Spencer woke up at his usual time the next morning, feeling well rested and ready to start the day. He hadn't stopped thinking about Lucy all night...had they really had sex twice yesterday? It seemed too good to be true. He was more than ready to see her again, though he doubted she would be in the mood to do anything intimate after all their action yesterday.

He got up, going through the day's plans in his head. He had another shift at work to deal with, as well as a couple errands to run. But first things first, he needed a good breakfast to start the day with.

He walked into the kitchen, expecting to find Lucy there, but she was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he heard the bathroom door open behind him, and he turned to look. He was shocked to find Lucy standing there, completely naked.

Lucy blushed and smiled sheepishly at him. "Sorry...I took a shower and didn't feel like getting dressed yet. You don't mind, do you...?"

Spencer stood there wide-eyed, taken aback for a moment. Seeing her standing there naked was one thing, but it was her body that caught him off guard.

Overnight, her figure had changed significantly. Her boobs were even bigger and perkier than before, having gone up at least a cup size. They were unnaturally pink, more so than before, with her nipples being especially bright and saturated. He noticed that her belly looked strangely pink as well, but that wasn't all—it had swollen up a lot since he last saw her. What could have passed as simple bloating last night was a round, pronounced potbelly.

"U-uhm...no, I don't mind," Spencer muttered, unsure of what else to say. "Uh...how are you feeling today?"

"Mmm...I am really hungry!" Lucy chirped, proceeding to rub her distended belly as if its size was completely normal. She began walking past him, although her walk was slightly more waddling than before. "Is there more watermelon?"

Spencer stared at her as she strode by, captivated. Her tits and ass subtly jiggled as she walked. And her belly...it looked convincingly like that of a woman who was around five months pregnant. Looking at her, Spencer had a moment of panic. They'd had sex unprotected twice yesterday...could it be...?

No, that was impossible. Even if she had somehow gotten pregnant, she couldn't have grown that much in one day.

Trying to keep it cool, he followed her as she walked over to the fridge. "Um, actually, I think you finished the last of the watermelon last night."

"Are you serious?! Ugggggh!" Lucy groaned, strikingly distraught. "I love that stuff..."

"It's okay, I can make us an equally good breakfast! With some more substantial food, in fact..." He approached her and wrapped an arm around her, partly to console her, but also to get a better look at her. "So, how hungry are you...?"

~~~~~

A short time later, Spencer had prepared a huge breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and bacon. It was a good think he knew basic cooking skills, because Lucy had made it clear she wanted to eat a lot.

Spencer made a single pancake for himself with a couple strips of bacon. Meanwhile, Lucy stacked her plate high with three pancakes, four eggs and nearly half a dozen strips of bacon. She sat at the kitchen counter, still in the nude, and began to dig in.

Spencer stared in awe as she ate. He'd never seen her eat this much in one sitting before. She swallowed whole fried eggs like they were nothing, and took forkfuls of pancake that barely fit in her mouth. She made muffled sounds of satisfaction with each bite.

"Mmphf...oh my god, this is the best," She mumbled, while crunching on bacon. "I've been soooo hungry."

Spencer watched her take bites with one hand as her other hand casually rubbed at her belly under the table. He wanted to say something to her...ask her if it was some kind of condition, if he should take her to a doctor...or if she even noticed it at all. The latter seemed unlikely, due to her having yet to say anything about it. She just appeared overjoyed to be stuffing herself, not a care in the world. Spencer decided to keep quiet about it.

As Lucy chewed her last bite, she moaned and rolled her eyes back, as if the food was giving her some sort of erotic pleasure. With her plate totally cleared, she sighed and sat back in her chair. "Mmm...that was so good...I'm stuffed."

Spencer audibly heard her belly gurgle, and she rubbed it again. No wonder she'd grown this big, if she was willing to eat so much...

After a moment, Lucy decided to get up from her chair. Spencer watched from his seat at the counter as she heaved herself up, obviously having more weight to carry around after her big meal and with all the new growth around her body. He watched her make her way over to the sink with her empty plate and marveled at her. Even with the sudden changes, she was still strikingly hot. Her thick ass which bounced with every step, massive tits and bulging belly, all out in the open...if anything, she was even more attractive than before.

Lucy put her dish in the sink, but continued to linger there for a few moments. She put her hands on the edge of the counter, head tilted down. Spencer began to worry if something was wrong.

"Spencer..." she said softly.

Spencer got up from his chair and walked over to her delicately. Was something the matter?Was she worried about how fast their relationship was going? Was she finally going to bring up her physical changes? Was she going to accuse him of getting her pregnant?

He approached her from behind, lightly putting his hands on her waist. "What's up?" he asked.

But instead of talking right away, she began to move. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, moving her hips from side to side. Just like the other day, she was starting to grind into him. Feeling her big, naked ass rub up against him was more than enough to spark a boner.

"Spencer..." she said again, now glancing over her shoulder at him. "That big breakfast you made me...all that food...it's really making me crave something..."

She wiggled her hips at him more, noticing his growing erection. Seeing her there totally naked, grinding up against him, big and beautiful and horny...there was nothing he could do but take off his pants.

Once he'd done so, he grabbed her by the hips, fingers sinking into her doughy flesh, and thrust himself into her from behind. She yelped as his cock filled her, her thighs quivering from the sensation.

"Yes...yes!" She moaned. "Oooh, fuck me! You feel so good!"

He pounded into her as shrieked with joy and whimpered from the pleasure. Her wet pussy somehow felt more incredible every time he had sex with her, and he was more than willing to give her what she wanted.

"Keep going," Lucy moaned, gripping tight onto the counter. "I need—aah!—more!"

Spencer grunted as he thrust faster and harder, clapping against her cheeks. He reached his hands up to explore the front of her body. He held her round belly, which was surprisingly firm. She seemed to like when he did this, cooing and biting her lip as he rubbed. His hands worked their way up to her breasts, where she really got excited. He squeezed them in his hands and rubbed her nipples between his fingers, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her whole body.

"Yes—ohhh fuck, you're so good!" Lucy shrieked, her voice getting higher as she neared her climax.

"You like getting fucked, don't you?" Spencer said in a low voice, feeling a bit bold. He could also feel his own climax rapidly approaching.

"I do!" Lucy moaned. "Ohhh...mmmh...you treat me so good...I want you to fill me up!"

Spencer did as he was told, coming hard as he orgasmed. Lucy hit her climax at the same time, all her muscles tensing as her jaw hung slack.

Spencer slipped out of her, and they both slumped against the counter, breathing heavily. Spencer ran his hands up and down her waist, placing kisses on her back.

After a moment, Lucy turned around, smiling at her boyfriend and giving him a kiss on the lips. Her bulging belly, now even fuller from the big breakfast and the load he'd just shot in her, lightly grazed against his skin.

"You fucked me good," she purred. "I think I need to go lay down..."

They kissed again, and Lucy hobbled off toward her room, legs shaky from the force of her orgasm. Spencer watched her walk away, staring at her ass like he always had. He could tell she was still horny, that she could definitely handle more...but for the moment, he was spent.

He turned and went to wash his hands in the sink, but looked at his hands with some confusion. For some reason, they had a bit of moisture on them. Spencer wasn't sure what it was...Lucy hadn't been that sweaty, so could she have still been damp from her shower? It hadn't seemed that way during breakfast...

He shrugged it off, and washed his hands thoroughly.

~~~~~

For the next hour or so, Spencer went about his normal routine while Lucy took a nap in her room. He cleaned up from breakfast, showered, and got dressed. By the time Lucy got up, he was sitting on the couch, watching some TV.

He was now able to hear her come out of her bedroom, now that her steps fell heavier. He turned to see her walking toward the living room, still totally naked. She yawned and stretched her arms up high, so that her chest and belly were on full display. The...swelling, or whatever it was...had not gone down since breakfast. If anything, she now looked six months pregnant instead of five.

"Did you have a nice nap?" Spencer asked, trying to avoid blatantly staring at her tits.

"Yeah," Lucy said groggily as she entered the room. "It was nice...but now I feel like I need something..."

Spencer gulped. Oh man, was she looking to have sex again? He didn't know if his dick could take it.

"...That watermelon," she continued. "I need more of it."

Whew, Spencer thought to himself. But then, his relief was replaced with a new concern. MORE watermelon? He thought maybe a whole giant watermelon in one day was enough to satisfy her...apparently not.

"Um...all right, if you really want some, I could take you to the store." He suggested.

Lucy's eyes lit up. "We can pick one up from that guy with the stand, right?" she said excitedly.

Spencer was reminded of the suspicious stand, the one his coworker said had never even existed. "Um...I'm sorry, babe, but I don't think the stand is there anymore."

Lucy pouted. "Aww, come on, I don't believe you. Just take me!"

Spencer chuckled. If there was one thing about her that hadn't changed in the past couple days, it was her stubbornness. "All right, we can go. But you're gonna need to put on some clothes first if we're gonna go out."

~~~~~

A few minutes later, Lucy came out in her same pajama outfit. While it used to fit perfect, the top could now barely contain her breasts and the shorts looked more like underwear. It seemed a bit revealing, but Spencer supposed it may have been all she could fit in currently.

The two headed out in Spencer's car toward the grocery store. Spencer was worried about how Lucy would react when she learned the guy with the stand was gone...hopefully she'd be able to settle for 'store brand' watermelon.

As he drove, he stole glances at her in the passenger seat. Her belly, out in full view, was growing increasingly full and round. The way it so glaringly stuck out in front of her, Spencer was amazed she hadn't said anything about it. Was she embarrassed? Did she even know the cause? When Spencer had felt her belly earlier, it had felt firm...he hoped it wasn't some fast-growing tumor or something. Either way, it would probably wise to call a doctor...

As he contemplated all this, he subconsciously pulled into the store parking lot. He only snapped back to reality when Lucy yelped with glee.

"Yes! See, I told you! He's there!" She shrieked, pointing toward the store.

Spencer looked over and was shocked at what he saw. The mysterious fruit stand from the other day was back, with the same man sitting at it.

He parked the car, and almost immediately, Lucy heaved her bloated body out and started heading toward the stand. Spencer hurried after her. "Hey, babe, wait up!"

As they approached, the man at the stand smiled at them. He was older, with a grey mustache and many wrinkles.

"Well, well, I remember you two!" The man said warmly. He had no reaction to Lucy's change in appearance from the other day.

"Yeah, we remember you too..." Spencer said, maintaining a bit of suspicion. "You wouldn't happen to have any more—?"

"Melons?" The man interjected. "Of course! I think I have a great one right here." He bent down and pulled out a perfect looking watermelon from behind the booth, just as big as the last one.

Lucy almost passed out from excitement. "Mmmm, yes!! Come to mama!" She grabbed the melon in her arms and turned to walk away with it. Spencer almost stopped her to say she shouldn't be carrying something so cumbersome in her...condition, but he didn't want to offend her. Instead, he turned back to the man at the stand.

"And this is...free of charge?" He asked.

The man nodded. "Yes! It's my pleasure. You two enjoy."

Spencer paused, took a few steps away, then stopped. He turned and glared at the man again. "Hey, listen...is there anything...unusual about these melons?"

The man chuckled. "Those melons are something special. It seems like your lady friend knows it all too well."

Spencer narrowed his eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

The man chuckled again. "Don't you worry about it. Just enjoy the free fruit."

Spencer stared at the man's grinning face for another few moments, but ultimately he began walking back toward the car. He didn't want to cause a scene in front of Lucy. Later, when he came in for his shift, he'd confront the man more about his wares.

~~~~~

Continued in Part 2

[sunjaesol]

soljae | one shot, high school, established relationship | prompt: newest

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The novelty of ‘newness’ in the life of a teenager that had a rinse and repeat ritual (eat-sleep-school-repeat) had never occurred to Sunjae as special until now. Until he got a girlfriend shaped like a pea-sized pretty girl that coincidentally lived across the street. Suddenly, everything was new. Holding hands, laughing, talking; it all felt like the first time he truly, really did such things. Especially calling her name with affection: that was new. 

Sol. His Sol. Sol-ah.

His friends called him a goon for his infatuated state, but how could he not find a thrill every daybreak knowing it was another 24 hours being Sol’s boyfriend? He counted the days til one hundred so they could celebrate their relationship. 

It was day thirty. 

Sunjae waited by his house gate, a sweater thrown over his school uniform as an autumn chill drifted between the foliage. A hand gripped his backpack, knuckles white, as he resisted to go over to her side of the street and wait at her door like some puppy. Sunjae was cool. He was the best swimmer on his team, a decent-ish singer, and okay looks. There was no need for him to act like—

Sol’s front door swung open, the girl appearing in the threshold and quickly bounding down the concrete stairs to the ground floor. Her hair was pushed back with a headband, the long tresses pin-straight down her back. She complained about the texture yesterday, that she begged her mom to give her a perm, but her mother had refused. Sunjae liked her hair. It was soft and his fingers managed to go through it without much fuss. 

He peered down at her, a slight smile dancing on his face. “Hi.”

“Sunjae-ah, you weren’t waiting too long, right?” she asked, grabbing his hand. “It’s getting cold.”

He shook his head and his smile naturally grew at her touch. Despite him being much taller and stronger, he allowed himself to be dragged by her. It was cute. “I wasn’t waiting long. You don’t need to worry, Sol-ah.”

“You waited in the rain last week!” she exclaimed in defense.

“With an umbrella.”

“Well, duh.” Sol looked up at him. “Just don’t catch a cold, okay?”

His smile grew. “We should, um, we should share warmth then.” Tugging her closer, he released her hand and instead threw his arm over her shoulder. His heart thudded from his ribcage to the tips of his fingers, right where it brushed the strap of her backpack. “T-that’s better.”

“Sun-jae-ah…” she whined, gently swatting him, but her tone was anything but upset. “Neighbours will see us…”

Sunjae grinned. His cheeks hurt and it wasn’t eight o’clock yet. “And?”

“And…” Sol blushed. “I don’t know. I still think my mom will suddenly change her mind and abolish dating until I’m thirty.”

Sol’s mother was a scary woman. Tall and imposing, she had a way of making each syllable resolute, even if the words itself were kind. She managed the video rental store with an iron fist. His dad looked like a wimp in comparison to her. Sunjae had to muster a lot of confidence thirty days ago to ask her mother if he was allowed to date Sol. Not only had the woman looked shocked and aghast, she also questioned his ‘purity’ and intentions.

That… was also new.     

As if he wasn’t as pure as air! As if his intentions with Sol wasn’t to just hold her hand and study together and watch movies together and… well… occasionally kiss, or whatever. But he was pure! He really, obviously, honestly liked her. A lot. A whole lot. 

He rubbed her shoulder. “I won’t let her.”

“Yeah, right.”

Then I’ll wait. “I’m not scared of her,” he argued.

Her brows raised in disbelief. “I’m scared of her. How are you not?”

Glancing left and right to check his surroundings, he swooped down and placed a kiss on her cheek. Sol squeaked, slapping a hand over her mouth as though shocked by the noise she made, and it only amplified her cuteness. Raising her brows at him was cute. Squeaking from a kiss was cute. Looking up at him was cute. Cute, cute, cute. Sunjae felt insane with infatuation. 

“That’s new,” she uttered, shy, fiddling with the hem of his hoodie. “Sudden kisses…”

Sunjae’s smile stretched wider, keeping his face close to hers. “Yeah. New. You like it?”

Sol hummed. Her cheeks were as pink as her headband. “Yeah, I like it.”

[itonashi]

i love your lilbro!nagi fics sm!!♡ and the nagi's older sis!reader having a enemies to lovers with itoshi sae would be just🤗🤭😋😙😚☺️☺️ it makes me twirl my hair and giggle like a highschool girl in love so🤐🤐🤐🤐 maybe a small fic, if it is not a bother? have good day feel free to ignore xx

YOU'RE THE WORST.

pairing: itoshi sae x fem!reader

warning: manga spoilers, cussing, reader is nagi's older sister ( i love you guys for doing these hehe ), reader is also a pro athlete. timeline where the blue lock project already ended (multiple timeline also), 3 years older than sae. mentioned other chars. english is not my first language...

note: idk what the hell is this plot. idk much about sports (im srs, im not a sport person. i throw balls that didn't even reach the person im targeting) i love sae he's sec fave to me (chigiri is on top), i personally don't see nagi having a relationship with someone. i liked the idea of him having a siblings and you guys really loved my older sister nagi reader 🤭 (i like it too). happy 200 followers!!!

your first meet with itoshi sae was when he went to picked a striker for the u-20 vs blue lock match. you were one of the people that helped with the blue lock project, despite your precious little brother being there. you didn't revealed to your brother that you were one of the people. you were always behind the scenes. what you meant is, you were one of the people for the wild card. itoshi sae locked eyes with you for a moment but the male completely ignored your existence.

you were a bit offended but that's that, too think he would choose that shidou guy. literally what's in that goddamn mind of that midfielder. "[name], i never expected for your brother to developed quickly." you glanced at anri, crossing your arms. "looks like he found his dream." with a gentle smile, you looked at the screen that displayed your brother.

something that i could never had. a dream.

on the day of the match, you didn't even tried to hide your identity. despite being a famous athlete with many rewards received. oh, what a luck — you coincidentally met itoshi sae while on the way to the blue lock locker's room. "we have met before, right?" monotone voice. he had always have that type of voice. to think he still remembered you from that time when you two were still a child. it was only one time though, when you guys met as kids.

"yeah."

"nii-chan, the ice cream im looking for isn't here..."

"are you looking for this?" child you met itoshi sae and his younger brother at a convenience store. the teal eyes of the younger brother looked at you and the ice cream back to back, feeling awkward by it, you just gave the ice cream to the younger brother. you saw how his eyes lit up and for some reason it warmth your heart seeing the younger boy happy — maybe because it reminded you of your own little brother...

"you should thank her, rin."

"it's okay. i don't mind."

"thank you, nee-chan!"

ah. how cute. you definitely won't forget these two siblings that you coincidentally met. one had a clean hairstyle while the other have a messy and horrible hairstyles (you know who you are). what an interesting pair. you waved to them goodbye and after that you never met them again.

"i never thought you will remembered me after all these years."

"i was just guessing."

bullshit

"if you'll excuse me, i have somewhere to go.."

sae suddenly tug on the sleeve of your blouse and he looked at you with an unreadable expression. "you're coming to watch for who?" why is he asking you this? it's not like you guys were close or anything. tbh, ppl who tug or touch you and not to mention if they're a stranger, you will definitely get annoyed by them. "i came for blue lock... itoshi." he let go off your sleeve after he hears the irritated voice you have even though you were smiling. itoshi sae weren't really stupid in this kinds of stuff.

you waved him goodbye just like last time...

seeing your precious little brother you rush up to him and hug him. nagi wasn't expecting a hug to come so basically the two of you fell, with nagi being the pillow. "ouch." nagi groaned, the blue lock players didn't expect someone to come (other than anri and ego) and suddenly hugged nagi. wait a minute.

the person who just hugged nagi seishiro seems familiar...

"isn't that [stage name]? the famous female badminton player." hiori spoke up among them.

wait what.

a shocked gasps could be heard around the room, some are uninterested and some are flabbergasted how nagi could know someone so famous. reo watched the scene and didn't expected this either, he also didn't know that you would come to the match since he didn't even contact you (nagi also didn't).

the female was patting nagi's head also! some were jealous of nagi because a famous and a beautiful woman is doing that to him. just what are their relationship?

"sei, do your best on the match, okay? nee-san will be watching you."

WHAT. [stage name] is nagi's older sister. jaw dropped, mouth open.

"bye bye!"

just as you got out of the room, everyone looked at nagi. nagi being nagi, he made a confused face with his signature :x face. reo took the honor of explaining that, yes; indeed you were nagi's sibling. the fact that you having a siblings wasn't mentioned at all on the internet and suddenly you were revealed as nagi's older sister to them was shocking enough. no one knew of this information, i mean even your name isn't your real name.

in another country...

the blue lock project ended, you have nothing to do with it now. your little brother become a pro soccer player and the fact of you being his older sister went viral on every platform — 'the number one female badminton player in the world is nagi seishiro's older sister!? how long have she kept this from us?" you scrolled the comments on twitter about the post and had a laugh with it since some of the replies were just ridiculous.

'holy shit what... my bae [stage name] have a little brother?!? how could i have not known this.'

'is this a family full off prodigy? they should show us their parents too!' that's probably never gonna happen, you thought.

'ZOO WEE MAMA, BOTH OF THEM ARE FABULOUS JUST LIKE THE ITOSHI BROTHERS!!!' oh? interesting. being compared to those two brothers.

'[stage name] future's partner are gonna be so lucky...' your future partner, you don't think that you could find one tbh. maybe if you quit being this exhausting pro athlete, you would find one.

ding!

who?

huh.

itoshi sae?

ah, no.

it's an interview request and the other people that you would work with is itoshi sae...

you immediately accepted it, the reason for it was simple. you were bored and maybe having itoshi sae, the man who is very rude to interviewer and working with him on this interview might be interesting. you just wanted to find some fun in your life.

everything was ready for the interview, your clothes, makeup, mic on and everything. they said that you and itoshi sae will be answering questions with a lie detector on. it was a good idea. you want to see the face on itoshi sae change, even in the slightest, you would be happy with it. you greeted the staff with a smile while itoshi sae is beside you being quiet.

"let's get this over with." sae murmured with a slight annoyance voice. averting your gave from him, you look at the set-up for the interview. a seat across from each other with a table in the middle — on the table, there's the device called the lie detector (made from the mikage corporation, this is the real deal). you two sat across from each other with hands already set in the lie detector.

"ready? action!"

let's just escape the greetings and move to the questions...

"itoshi sae, what's your first impression of [stage name]. you two may have met, right? on the u-20 japan soccer team vs blue lock!"

"i didn't really talk to her but one thing about her is fake smile."

"why is that?"

"just a feeling."

this guy... is really only good at soccer. he really can't make something up, huh? was my smile really fake that time? blunt much. i can't show my annoyance to it, i just have to act like i always do.

the lie detector make a sound of approvement — indicating he was telling the truth. you just hoped that after this interview it wouldn't go wrong on the internet. you hated how he knows that you're faking it, you have always been good at lying, everything. without the presence of your parents, you became independent on you own and the aunties around your neighborhood always have something to say about your parents or your little brother. you hated it. you hated how they gave backhanded compliments to you — saying that you are a good girl and maybe you should become their daughters instead of your parent.

"[name], you should stop trying too hard. get some rest."

"will they come?"

"[name]..."

i just wanted my parent attention, that's all. i mean, i have been dedicating my life on nagi. i just want some attention — i don't want attention from my friends but my parent. that's all i ask for, maybe if they did give me attention one day. maybe i can quit being the 'prodigy'. im tired, i don't find anything fun anymore. i have lost that feeling ever since i started doing sports.

"[stage name], what about you? what's your first impression of itoshi sae."

"he's really blunt, straightforward, very serious. personality like him would never find a girlfriend."

"what."

itoshi sae finally talked to you. you could definitely feel the annoyance radiating off him after you said that. the staff sweats at the both of you and yet you still kept a smile on even after saying that. you could go cancelled for this or be praised — it looks like the lie detector didn't sense a lie from you and make a ding sound. he frowned at you and you averted your eyes from him, looking around the room.

"this is a question for you both. if you were to live in a fantasy world with monsters. will you guys worked with eachother."

"no."

the fact that the both of you replied at the same time. twitter gonna have so much fun with this interview when it comes out... and luckily the two of you didn't get that electric shock. you sigh at the awkward silence after that and wished this interview will end.

"do you like soccer, [stage name]? considering your little brother is also a soccer player like itoshi sae."

"just to not get shock by the lie detector... i don't really liked soccer. i don't mind it but i probably have some memories with it that i don't want to remembered."

ding!

'no shock...' sae thought, he was actually glad that you didn't say anything bad about soccer. you and him already have a problem with each other tho.

time flies fast and finally the interview ended. you stretched your arms as it were a little sore. you prepared yourself to leave the building but you wanted to do one last thing before you go. "itoshi, it was nice working with you." sae felt like that was backhanded. your voice didn't sound convincing enough that he was a pleasant to work with at all. it was sarcastic even.

"i don't want to work with you again."

"you'll be seeing me a lot more."

why are you ain't even bothered with sae. even when he said that. "btw, you should probably reconcile with your brother. it won't do you any good." you added before leaving him alone. reconcile with rin? how is sae gonna do that, if he doesn't even have any communication skills (the two brothers suck at socializing but sae is still better at that). anything that comes out of your mouth is just nonsense (in denial).

what the hell.

how did sae meet you again, at his practice too? you waved at him when you two locked eyes and he glared at you for your friendliness towards him. he was too focused on his thoughts that he didn't even noticed you are already beside him. sae's leg was stepping on the soccer ball, you looked at it and stole it from him (using your legs ofc). sae was startled from the sudden feeling of the ball's absence and he saw you running away with the ball.

sae wanted to open his mouth and said something but went against it. he chased after you to get the ball back from you. luckily, there was no one there to witness the two of you — it will become an embarrassing moments for you and him. "you probably have only played soccer once?" sae did managed to catch up with you and you stuck out your tongue at him — you dribbled past him. "you're going easy on me, right? well, don't do it. go all out."

that definitely lit a spark inside sae. you? a badminton player challenging him? he maybe is underestimating you, but that didn't mattered at this point. he will show you, how good he is. while you were basically fighting for the ball, you two were exchanging remarks and sae was glad you could handle his cruel remarks.

it felt like rivalry at this point. you two weren't even in the same sports...

"stop disappointing me, itoshi."

"shut your damn mouth."

"my parents will cry if they heard that from you."

you were definitely a genius — he won't denied it anymore, you managed to score two goals against him. you said that you only watched clips. "yk itoshi, maybe if we're friends.. i will tell you my secrets." it felt like you were mocking him. it felt like the time he was in spain, the feeling when he was..

'he's not saying anything.' you looked at him and stopped your movements. he also stopped — he is definitely giving you a death stare now. is he gonna devour you? probably not.

"we should stop."

"no."

sae is definitely closer to you now — despite having a tall figure for a woman, sae was still taller than you and he was practically kinda trying to assert dominance (in your perspective). this is his weakness, and you found it.

"atleast, i don't sleep 5 hours a day."

ah, he was only going to say that.

"are you stalking me? i didn't know the itoshi sae is a stalker!"

"im not."

in the end, he's still not good enough. he knew he lose to you and you were still smiling like a crazy person to him. he feels a nudged and saw a water bottle up his face, you gave it to him. you didn't say anything to him and just quietly sipped your water bottle without even looking at him. sae was a different story, he keep on side glances to his side — which is you. you had an unreadable expression, your eyes weren't shining, it never was, even when you were playing soccer with him minutes ago. you were smiling but your eyes isn't.

is he the first one to noticed this side of you?

things happened between you two. some people thought you were rival. some people shipped you two, which is funny. some people just found you two as a funny duo. the social medias actually went crazy when the interview video came out. not expecting a duo like you two to came up. they also thought that itoshi sae would actually rejected the offer since you know...

they had a blast with it.

'LMAOOOO, [stage name] IS SO BRAVE FOR SAYING THAT SAE IS RUDE.'

'sae was side eyeing [stage name], fr.'

'me personally wouldn't let that slide if someone said that im faking a smile.'

'say thank you to this show for letting us see this unexpected duo!!'

'PLSPLSPLS I WANT TO SEE THE NAGI'S SIBLINGS NEXT ON THIS SHOW. IT WOULD BE SO FUN!'

'have you guys ever thought what's [stage name] real name is? i mean we know that her surname is nagi, then what's her first name?'

replies:

'if she doesn't want to reveal it, it's her choice.'

'who cares.'

'lmao, she already stated that her name is a secret she doesn't want to reveal.'

your relationship with sae developed more over the years. you could probably see some edits of them at tik tok from time to time as a duo they said. his cold remarks make you wanna slap him but you would get cancel for that. you had some photoshoot with him. surprisingly he was ACTUALLY a pleasant to work with. you pity the interviewer who had to face his cold behavior in the past — but you still slightly dislike itoshi sae.

eating a pavlova at a cute cafe that you find aesthetically pleasing to the eyes while you were taking a walk. you were just scrolling on your phone, texting your little brother if he's doing good there. tbh, you missed taking care of nagi. even if your childhood was basically forced to be taken away from you the moment nagi was born. itoshi sae and his brother had a strained relationship based on your observations, you wouldn't know much about it since both of them are private of their life and doesn't revealed it to the public (just the same as you). you could see it that sae still cared for his brother since rin would do anything to avoid him but sae is making a slight effort at talking to him.

they would never reconcile at this point. it's pointless if they're sitting around without taking action — but fortunately you're not one to get involved into family matters.

oh how lucky it is that this party is called the 'blue lock reunion' — is your secret of being involved with the blue lock project gonna be revealed? only one good thing is that you get to see your brother. "you actually did come, [stage name]." anri was the first one to greet you and you greeted back to her. she said that ego is also in the party well technically she forced him too. you had some things to catch up with her and soon enough you leave the conversation and just basically roam around the party. you looked at your surroundings on how the former blue lock players were so happy. they admitted that they actually missed ego and anri. "nee-san? what are you doing here." i guess it's time for you to come clean...

"ahaha... i was one of the staff.."

"what."

"yeah."

"you were in japan all along when i was in blue lock?"

you hummed and didn't say anything yet until you were pulled into a hug by you own brother. you felt like crying because this is the first time nagi actually hugged you since it was always you giving the affection. maybe, nagi was homesick... you patted his back and laugh it off. why is your little brother taller than you so much?

"thank you, nee-san. for taking care of me all these years."

why is he thanking you? it was your responsibility to take care of him — but, it's nice to see nagi matured now.

"sei, you've matured."

this was such a scene to cry on for nagi's friend. the hug only lasted for 5 minutes (nagi wanted more minutes but you said you were tired of tip toeing to him). the fact that nagi was talking alot, only to you tho. like he was basically telling you everything that happened to catch up with you. in a corner, there was basically someone who was staring at you two, probably thinking if that could be him and his brother one day. like the old days. basically you were looking at nagi in a loving manner, like a mother does.

at this point, your social battery went out. you feel like the party has gone for too long. it was exhausting you. a matter of fact, you just wanna lay in bed right now but that didn't work as there was a familiar face walking towards you. you guess it, it's itoshi rin. the younger brother of itoshi sae. if you mentioned sae right now, rin might just turned away from you or looked at you with disgust because you said that man's name.

"[stage name], are you dating him?"

"eh?"

you felt like your soul was coming out of body. visibly shocked that rin would ask you that. you thought he was just gonna say something and immediately left after that. is he thinking that his brother is dating you?

"im not dating anyone though..." you stated and rin looked at you suspiciously.

"good."

basically that was the first interaction you had with itoshi rin. both of them are really similar in personalities. itoshi sae would kill you if he heard that. you decided that you are gonna leave the party so you searched for anri to informed her, you were going to left but she was nowhere to be found so you only told your brother and left. you wanted to have some time alone. you rode your motorcycle in the middle of the night like you used to do when you were in highschool. your usual stop is a beach and god decided to give you a surprise.

itoshi sae was at the beach gazing at the sea. you doubt that he didn't heard the motorcycle sounds, he's probably here for the same reason as you. the light from the moon shone against the sea wave creating a beautiful scenery for you and him. he didn't looked back to see the person who decided to disturb his peace at the beach.

"didn't know you could ride a motorcycle, [stage name]." ah, he knew it was you and yet he still didn't bothered to look at you. his voice was slightly off from the tone of voice you used to hear from him.

"everyone have their own melancholy time. right, itoshi?"

you always came here to gathered your thoughts when you were in highschool.

"you're the worst for not giving me an alone time."

"don't be like that, itoshi. i have always come to this place when i was a teenager."

"then share this place with me. bring me with you whenever you want to go to this place."

"is this your way of saying 'i love you' to me?"

"hmph."

he's not denying it. is he being serious? this is the first time someone confesses to you like this. it was always with the straightforward i like you and those typical cheesy lines that you could see in a romance drama. for the first time, sae turned his back from you.

"you're not smiling."

"do you want me to smile all the time?"

"i don't care if you're not smiling but... i want you to smile with your eyes once."

you slightly widen your eyes at what sae said. did he saw your expression just now? what's with this guy always understanding you. he reminds you of someone, someone you left long ago. your lips turned into a thin line before you spoke again.

"sure, i will bring you to this place whenever i want too."

the winds from the beach make your silky hair to be swayed from it. you looked beautiful to him. is this the end of your rivalry with him? yup, definitely. the start of a new relationship with you. maybe you will smile with your eyes for him now.

"itoshi, have you played with the water here?"

"sae."

"you want me to call you that?"

"yeah."

"didn't know you like older woman."

"and i didn't know you like a younger man from you."

"pfft."

a few weeks after you guys became lover, you guys relationship was publicly announced by an acc that keep track of what's happening in the soccer community. some people did believed it untill the two of you released a statement. you two qrt the post.

'yes, i am dating the world famous badminton female player. stop saying it's fake news under the post.'

'yeah, i am dating the itoshi sae. lol.'

the relationship between you two shocked the world and especially the former blue lock players. your brother cannot believe it but he also release a tweet. the fans thought that this was a funny moments now they are only waiting for the other itoshi to release a tweet too to captured this moment.

'lmao, i also didn't know my sister was dating someone.'

replies:

'WHAT THE HELL.. EVEN NAGI DIDN'T KNOW HAHAHHAHA.'

'now i wanna know what does the other one thinks.'

'that's crazy bro...'

'we need update about their relationship and how it happened.'

"meow."

your pet cat was purring at your lap. the cat already ate, and it was probably feeling playful. your cat was a british shorthair breed. what's the cat name? lokhi. loki but with a h. you just wanted the cat to fit choki, you brother's cactus. it you who gifted it to him. you found it funny how now you're dating itoshi sae. you've never dated anyone in your life neither have you liked someone too. do you love sae? yes. he was one of the people that understand you and you have no doubt that sae haven't dated someone either. so you two basically were a rookie at dating but things worked out!

you two have a tight schedule and fortunately after the big revealed you two are dating, alot of shows are begging for you two to come to do the interview but you didn't wanted that. you only took the photoshoot offer with sae. you especially liked the time when you two photoshoot for dior. it was the little moments that you loved.

intentionally brushing your hands at sae's hand and he looked at you, confused — you're just making an innocent face at him. it's funny really how you two are still trending on twitter. people are still freaking out by this and you kinda felt bad for rin when the day you got together with sae was the day rin asked is the two of you dating. you just hoped that whenever sae get back to japan to visit his parent, rin wouldn't say anything.

two years in the relationship and you smiled with your eyes for the first time on the 1st anniversary. you were happy that sae stayed with you, giving you the attention. the unconditional love you never had from your parents. he knew you loved cinnamoroll, so he gave you a bouquet of it. your parents knew of you two relationship. sae's parent response was positive but for your parent... i mean they were traveling around the world, who cares about their opinion.

you never thought that he would be your first love and lover. you hope that he was the groom to your bride. oh, not to mentioned you met his parent formally and his brother too.. ofc. you managed to make rin like you and reconcile their strained relationship and yet you still see them not talking to each other from time to time. you doted on rin because it feels like you were taking care of nagi. sae didn't said anything about doting on his little brother, he appreciates it since it feels like the first time the brothers met you.

you liked ice cream. they do too.

sae become more affectionate with you now since it was always you gotta peck him on the lips. you definitely want to marry this guy and he want to marry you too.

note: done. this thing is more than 1k, im sure of it. WAJJH IM FINALLY FREEEE.. i don't really think this is enemy to lover so I'm really sorry for this like umm weird shit idk lah... have fun.

[foxes-that-run]

Cartier Necklace

Taylor was first seen wearing a vintage Cartier Necklace on 31 May 2023. The necklace is a $27k USD 1980's necklace. As style bloggers commented at the time Cartier had not been part of her street style before. At the VMAs in late 2022 she commented that she does not buy expensive jewellery, then started wearing this very expensive piece, in what seems to be important occasions. Of 8 wears have been at two weddings, twice in a photo that refers to Harry and twice close to Haylor anniversary's.

8 May 2023 - Coincidentally the day before Taylor was first seen wearing the necklace a photo of Harry outside Cartier was shared. Harry had been wearing the same shirt in a fan photo on 8 May. After which he was MIA on a tour break. Between when this photo was taken and it appeared online both he and Taylor were MIA on a tour break.

Soon in June after a fan commented on a Haylor Tiktok (since deleted and reposted) that her father had driven Harry to Taylors RI house 'recently' which may be false, there were also media reports they were hanging out.

20 May - their anniversary, Taylor played Invisible and Question...? Before question she said: "I have just never been this happy in all my life. I just want to thank you for being part of that. It's not just he tour, I just feel like my life finally makes sense. So I want to play this song that brings back a lot of happy memories."

On the same day, their anniversary, and the anniversary of HH Harry posted "I've never been happier than making this album"

But - Matty Healy? IMHO it was over Maylor/Haylor timeline and the promotion for Waglor had not started.

Perhaps Taylor bought the necklace for herself, it's interesting that she wears it for special occasions and that it appeared after Harry was seen near the store and then near Taylor.

31 May 2023 - At Electric Lady Studios the day she is thought to have recorded Fresh Out the Slammer

4 July 2023 - At Rhode Island in her belated Independence Day post, reminiscent of a photo linked to Harry's Mermaid Tattoo.

19 August 2023 - Jack and Margarets Wedding

19 September 2023 - Laura Dern, Greta Gerwig & Zoe Kravitz for Dinner in NYC

3 December 2023 - Kansas City Chiefs versus Green Bay Packers (Harry's team) in Green Bay, where Taylor dressed in a way that looks like the As It Was Music Video

2 May 2024 - At the afterparty of the Mahome's Charity Gala

18 May 2024 - In the pap boat ride at Lake Como, the last time Travis was seen for 6 weeks.

8 September 2024 - Owner of Electric Lady Studios, Lee Foster's wedding with model Karen Elson.

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

Be With You | KHJ | Chapter One

Pairings: Photographer!Kim Hongjoong x Widow!Reader

Chapter Summary: Hongjoong nightmares resurface a week after arriving Gyeongmae Village. Determined to distract himself, he thought today would be the perfect day to test out his new camera. There he would encounter a young girl whose name bore a striking resemblance to that of an old friend. This part is from HJ's point view. Just know that chapters will switch between HJ & Y/N.

Warnings: Mentions of nightmares and death. This is a work of fiction and in no way does it represent Hongjoong, his family and members in any way, shape or form. Gyeongmae Village is a fictional village. Place names in this fic are fictional but if there are places named what I have named them, it's purely coincidental.

Word Count: 1,907

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“It’s all your fault, Kim Hong Joong,” the woman from his nightmare’s voice echos in his mind as he sips his coffee, her tone filed with accusation and rage. “You should have listened. I wouldn’t be dead otherwise.” 

His hands tremble as he sets the mug back on the kitchen counter. An uneasy feeling settles over him as the room begins to feel suffocating and amplifies the haunting voice that refuses to leave his mind.  

Since his arrival in Gyeongmae Village a week ago, he hasn’t had a nightmare until last night. He was beginning to think he had escaped them, but they persist, tormenting him relentlessly. His nightmares, the memories of that fateful night have every detail etched vividly in his memory. The woman's face, twisted with pain and anguish, flashes before his eyes, intensifying his torment. He tries to rationalize, to convince himself that he couldn't have known, that he couldn't have prevented her tragic fate. But the voice persists, relentless in its accusation. 

Standing there, he realizes that no matter how far he runs, he cannot escape that night. His mother's voice will forever haunt him. Taking a deep breath, he closes his eyes and attempts to push the accusing voice out of his mind.  

When his thoughts finally quiet down, he opens his eyes, only to find that the suffocating feeling still lingers. Instead of staying in, he decides to head down to the beach and test out the new camera he recently purchased online during his temporary move to Jeju Island.  

This will be his first outing since arriving on the island. He'd spent the week unpacking and organizing the very little belongings he brought with him. For the time being, he's kept to himself, only leaving the small house to go to the store a block away to buy groceries. During these short outings, he couldn't help but overhear whispers about his presence. In such a tight-knit community where everyone knows everyone, their suspicions of the new person were expected. 

It was no different as he walks the small distance to the beach, he politely greets and bows to the few people he passes while they do the same but with a look of curiosity. The teller at the convenience store told him they don’t get new people in Gyeongmae Village very often. The last person to move to the small village was 5 years ago. They also don’t get many visitors.  

As he arrives at the beach and starts walking along the coastline, the salty sea breeze hits his face, the sound of crashing waves drowns out the thoughts in his mind. The new camera feels heavy in his hands, but he focuses on capturing the beauty surrounding him. As he snaps photos of the stunning coastline and colorful fishing boats off in the distant, he feels a sense of peace wash over him. For a moment, he forgets about the accusing voice and the weight of his guilt. 

Raising his camera to his eye, he snaps a few pictures, when suddenly, a soft and timid voice interrupts his concentration. 

“Excuse me, Mr.” 

“Can you take a photo of me and Eomma?” She asks politely once she sees she has his attention. 

"Uh..." he hesitates and scans the beach, spotting a woman making her way towards looking flustered.  

"Park Sun-Hwa!" She approaches, scolding the girl as she crouches down to her level. Hong Joong assumes she must be the girl's mother. "What have I told you about talking to strangers?" She glances at Hong Joong as she stands up. "I’m sorry. She usually knows better." 

"It’s okay," Hong Joong reassures her with a slight smile. As he observes her closely, there's something oddly familiar about her, as if he's seen her somewhere before, but he can't quite recall where. 

“I want a photo with you, Eomma,” Sun-Hwa whines.   

“I have a phone for that,” she tells her and takes her hand. “Come on, let’s go take some photos.”  

“I don’t want selcas,” she whines again, arguing with her mother. “I want an actual photo.” 

“I’ll set up-”  

“I’ll take a photo for you,” Hong Joong offers, noticing the mother was becoming even more flustered as her frustration with her daughter grows.   

The little girl turns back to look at him, eyes lighting up with excitement as her mother looks at him unsure. “Are you sure? We’re not bothering you or interrupting anything?”  

“Not at all. I just came to try out my new camera,” he assures her. “I’m Kim Hong Joong,” he introduces himself with a slight bow.  

She returns his bow, “I’m Choi Y/N. This is my daughter, Park Sun-Hwa.” Sun-Hwa also bows slightly as her mother introduces her. 

Park Sun-Hwa, he repeats in his head. It reminds him of a name he hasn’t heard in a long time. The name of a fellow student that was in one of his elective classes at Seoul University, Park Seong Hwa. They’d been friends before his death five years ago. He doesn’t think much of it as he holds up his camera and offers to take their photo again. 

Y/N nods this time, taking him up on his offer. She would rather that than the argument that would surely happen with Sun-Hwa.   

He starts taking the photos and can’t help but smile at the little girl's antics. She's a little goofy, in a good way, instantly brightening her mother's mood with a few silly faces and bright smile. Her smile is infectious, and he’s sure it can brighten anyone’s day. 

While he continues to capture every precious moment of the little girl's laughter and innocence, he can't help but reminisce about the moments he shared with his own mother. He remembers how she used to make him laugh with her silly antics and how her smile could brighten even the darkest of days for him, his brother and their father. She was the light of their family. He quickly pushes those thoughts from his mind as he takes one last photo.  

He eventually lowers his camera and pulls out his phone, ready to get Y/N's number or email so he can send the photos to her. Just as he unlocks his phone, it starts to ring, his brother's name flashing on the screen. He taps the end call button, goes to his contacts and brings up the add contact page. Holding his phone towards Y/N, he says, “Can you add your number or email so I can send you the photos?”  

She nods, taking his phone and types in her number and email before handing it back to him. “Thank you for taking our photo. You saved me an argument.”   

“Thank you, Mr. Kim!” Sun-Hwa bows before running back to where they had come from.   

“I’ll make sure to get those photos too you soon,” he says as his phone starts to ring again.  

“I’ll let you answer that. Sorry and thank you again,” She bows once more and leaves to follow her daughter.  

Hong Joong sighs watching them for a few seconds before looking at his phone. It’s his brother again. He ignores the call this time, putting his phone on silent and places it back inside his bag before continuing on his walk. 

Later that evening, Hong Joong is seated on his couch, with his laptop open in front of him focused on the photos he’d taken at the beach instead of the movie he has playing on the tv. He’s unable to get Y/N out of his mind since their encounter at the beach. His curiosity intensifies looking at the photos he captured of the mother-daughter duo.  

As he scrolled through the photos, a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. The images captured the pure joy and love between Y/N and her daughter, painting a picture of the beautiful bond they share. 

Continuing to scroll through the photos, he comes across a photo that catches him off guard. It was a shot of Y/N, her eyes fixed Sun-Hwa, but instead of a look of happiness there is a hint of sadness etched on her face.  

Unable to resist his growing curiosity, Hong Joong opens the search bar and types in Y/N’s name. He doesn’t find any social media accounts, which he finds strange, in this day in age. He doesn’t find anything except an obituary notice and an article about a fatal car accident. He clicks on the article, and reads it coming across a familiar name. 

“The victim, Park Seonghwa, is survived by his wife, Choi Y/N, their unborn daughter, his parents, and older brother,” he reads out loud, taken aback by the revelation. 

Suddenly, a memory of his friend's memorial service flashes in his mind, and he realizes where he’s seen Y/N. He remembers that she was heavily pregnant back then and had disappeared before he could offer his condolences. 

Looking back at the photos, he pulls up an old photo of his friend group back in their university days. He doesn’t know how he didn’t see it before. The resemblance between the two is uncanny, it’s almost eerie. Their eyes, both held a certain sparkle and warmth and are identical in shape and color, the way their noses crinkled when they laughed, and the way their lips curved into a smile. He couldn't help but feel a sense of awe as he compares the two faces side by side. It was like looking at a mirror image, a perfect reflection of one another.  

Unable to keep it to himself, he picks up his phone and scrolls through the numbers until he finds the one he’s looking for and calls it. 

"I almost let you go to voicemail," Jeong Yunho's angry voice comes through the speaker, when he answers the call. "It's been a week. Everyone is freaking out because we don't know where you are or why you just up and left without saying anything-" 

"Park Seonghwa," he interrupts.  

"You left because of Seonghwa?" Yunho asks, confused.  

"No," he replies. "I think I met his wife and daughter today. Sun-Hwa looks exactly like him."  

"Where are you?"  

"Gyeongmae Village," Hong Joong answers. "Jeju Island. What should I do? I have photos to send her. Should I reach out to her or just send the photos and that be it?"  

"You've gone all the way to Jeju Island?" His friend questions, surprised. "Hyung, have you talked to anyone else?"  

"No, just you," he admits.  

"If you feel like you need to reach out to her, do it," Yunho advises. "But be careful, Hyung" he adds. "I know it's been five years but it might still be hard for her. And she never got to meet you when he was alive. You’re practically a stranger to her."  

Hong Joong sighs, feeling the weight of the situation. “I think I’ll send her the photos I took today and go from there.” 

“That might be best,” he agrees. “While you’re on the phone, how are you doing?” 

“I’m fine,” he lies and hangs up before any more could be said.  

A few seconds later he realizes how rude he had just been. He sends Yunho an apology text along with asking him not tell anyone where he is and that he just needs some time. He goes back to the photos and begins to edit them so he can send them to Y/N as soon as possible.  

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[spicybutterfly]

Lilac

Summary: On your way to your nail appointment, you run into the cutest, yet strangest boy you’ve ever met. 

Pairing: nonidol!Jimin x fem!reader

Genre: Strangers to lovers, Romance, Fluff, Non-Idol AU

Rating: 18+, MINORS DNI!

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Explicit language, Nonconsensual grabbing (Jimin has no sense of personal space)

A/N: Hi everybody, it’s been a while! I wanted to put this out way earlier but I’ve been stupid busy with work and school so yeah, here it is halfway into the year loll. I proofread this myself so please excuse any mistakes. Also, I made this banner and I think it looks pretty good for my first time so please be nice or else I’ll cry ☉ᴗ☉

*Disclaimer all characters and events portrayed in my works are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persona or events is purely coincidental.*

Copyright © 2023 Spicybutterfly

All Rights Reserved.

Thank you for reading!♡

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It is 12:02 p.m. and you had thirteen minutes to make it to the nail salon for your scheduled appointment. Anxiously, you drummed your fingers against your steering wheel, nibbling at your bottom lip. This red light felt like it had been going on forever. You swear at least three songs have played over the radio already and you still had at least five more minutes to drive before you made it to Luxe Lacquer Nail Lounge. 

You weren’t too picky about your appointment time. A spot during the weekend was preferable, but if that wasn’t available any time after you got off of work would do. Unfortunately, neither of those two options was available to you. For some reason, your go to nail salon was virtually booked out for the next two weeks. Of course with your luck, the only spot they did have available was the most inconvenient to you. Twelve-fifteen on a Wednesday afternoon. 

Typically, on a Wednesday at noon, you’d be at work, hunched over typing away at your computer. The only possible way for you to make it to your appointment would be to go during your lunch break. Thankfully, they lasted an hour and your boss wasn’t too finicky about when you took them, as long as it wasn’t too early or too late in your work day. 

You couldn’t afford to miss this appointment. It had been practically a month since the last time you’d gotten your nails done and showed. You weren’t high maintenance per se, but keeping up your appearance was important and these nails simply were not it. Your cuticles were an atrocious sight, overgrown and brittle. The once neatly painted gel polish has lost its shine, now dull and chipping around the edges. Don’t even get me started on your shape, formerly a perfect square, straight across the top with sharp edges, now sported a rounded and blunt look. Your nails were in dire need of some TLC. 

“Finally,” you sighed out, pressing on the gas pedal as the light turned green. Briskly, you glanced over at the digital clock in your dashboard. 

12:03, twelve minutes left. 

Steadily, you continued your journey on the road trying your absolute hardest not to go over the speed limit. If you did happen to go over a mile or two, no one noticed. After three more excruciatingly long minutes, you eventually pulled into the plaza’s parking lot. 

The area was buzzing with people of all kinds. A group of people dining outside of a restaurant, young adults coming in and out of the grocery store, an elderly couple sharing an ice cream sundae, and a dad pushing his baby through the parking lot in a stroller.

“Come on, come on,” you mumbled, roaming around for a space.

Just ahead a black Chevy Silverado began to back out of its spot. A glimmer of hope spread throughout you as it seemed you were the first and only one to notice and would finally be able to park. Plus it was only two shops down from the salon! You pulled in behind them, giving them enough space to back out but at the same time showing them you were ready to move in. 

Just as they were almost completely backed out, you noticed just across from you an elderly woman driving an older Toyota Avalon. Through your windshield you could see how intently she was starting at your parking spot, inching forward as the Chevy rolled out. 

“Oh hell no!” you protested. This old lady was trying to steal your spot. Not today. 

 As soon as the Chevy was clear out of your way, you jerked your wheel to the left, simultaneously pressing firmly on the gas pedal. Your car swerved into the space before the old woman could even take her foot off the brakes. 

With squinted eyes, you watched as she begrudgingly drove away, flipping you the bird through her passenger window. 

You scuffed. The nerve of some people. 

After putting the gear into park, you shifted the key turning your car off before removing it completely. Snatching your purse from your passenger seat, you swung your driver’s side car door open, at last stepping out onto the concrete. 

The heat from the blazing sun warmed your skin instantly. Being blasted by the cool air from your car vents almost made you forget you were in the middle of summer. Internally, you thanked your past self for deciding to wear a flowy dress today instead of slacks.

12:10, five minutes left. 

If speedwalking in backless platform sandals were an Olympic sport, you'd be a gold medalist. You had no idea you could even move this fast. Rushing down the walkway, you dodged between the people crowding your path. Who knew it would be so jam-packed on a Wednesday afternoon? 

Relief immediately rushed through your body as the sight of the salon came into view. You made it with four minutes to spare. 

Just as you were about to enter the salon, your hand on the door handle, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. 

“Um, excuse me?” a smooth voice rang out.

With your hand still gripping the door handle you turned to face the stranger.

Before you was a man, but not just any man. He may honestly be the most beautiful man, or better yet, person you’ve ever seen.

 He looked around your age, maybe a couple of years older. Dressed in a cool-toned brown sweater and black slacks, he stood tall with quite impressive posture. Thick, fluffy black hair sat atop his head. A few strands lay delicately on his blemish-free forehead. Silver jewelry decorated his skin. His ears sported a pair of simple hoops dangling with every head movement. On his neck was a dainty chain necklace, it looked like it belonged to a designer brand. What caught your attention the most was the many rings that adorned his fingers. They shined prettily in the sunlight. 

The only way for you to describe his face was that of a fairytale prince. His eyes were tender and kind, a complete contrast to his sharp eyebrows but they paired well together. You wondered if he routinely got them threaded. His cheeks were round and breadlike, making you want to reach out and squish them against your better judgment. And don’t even get you started on his lips. They were the softest, plumpest pair of lips you’ve ever seen. You just know he goes through tubes and tubes of chapstick frequently.

 He smiled gently at you when your eyes finally met. Your heart fluttered. Whatever this guy was trying to sell, you just might have to buy.

“Hi, I’m sorry to disturb you but I-” With a voice as warm as his you could listen to him speak all day. But you were on a time crunch and now had three minutes before you had to go in for your appointment.

“Ahh, actually,” you interrupted wincing slightly. “I’m kinda in the middle of something. So if you’ll excuse me.” You turned away again, this time slightly opening the door. 

This time you felt him grip your free hand, intertwining your fingers with his.“Oh! This’ll only take a second I promise.” 

“What the hell!” you yelled, snatching your hand away with a quickness, spinning on your heels to face him again. Straight away this garnered the attention of a few strangers, looking nosily to see what was happening. 

“What is your problem?! I’m not interested in whatever you’re trying to sell!” You don’t care how attractive this man is, he’s definitely lost his mind.

He seemed surprised by his actions, staring back at you in shock with both eyes wide open. “I’m so sorry!” he rushed, waving his hands out in front of him. “I’m not trying to sell you anything, I swear! I just wanted to tell you that I thought you were gorgeous and that your hair looked beautiful! I never meant to offend you, really!”

He was a stranger to you. It was absolutely inappropriate of him to grab your hand without your permission. You had no obligation to believe a word he said. But there was just something about the sincerity in his voice that made it difficult for you to harbor any lingering anger. As crazy as it sounds he seemed genuine and you believed him.

“Oh,” you muttered, calmer now. “Still you can’t just grab people you don’t know, it's rude. And thank you.” You avoided his eyes, instead focusing on the loose thread at the bottom of his sweater. 

“Again, I’m sorry. My friends remind me all the time about how handsy I can be. I’m working on it. And, you’re welcome.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“I’m Jimin,” the man, or Jimin grinned, sticking his hand out towards you to shake. You looked at his hand before looking at his face. His eyes were nearly completely shut with how hard he was smiling. It was insanely endearing. 

You replied with your name, shaking his hand in return. The softness of his skin didn’t surprise you at all, you could tell he took good care of himself

“Going to get your nails done?” Jimin questioned, nodding his head towards the salon. 

“Mhmm,” you confirmed, looking at your hand as you inspected your overgrown nails. “I’m in need of a long overdue manicure. I actually have to go in for my appointment in about-” You looked at your wristwatch. “Two minutes.”

“Have you decided on a color yet?”

“Not yet. I was thinking of maybe getting-” You cut yourself off at the feeling of Jimin taking your hand in his once again. Ignoring the butterflies that instantly fluttered through you, you watched as he brought your hand in front of his face. You almost giggled aloud at the vision before you. He looked like a mad scientist, examining your hand that close to his face.

“You really do have no sense of personal space, huh?”

“I think you should get…” he paused for a moment thinking to himself. “Purple.”

“Purple?”

“Mhm,” he confirmed, nodding. “But not just any purple. Maybe a pastel purple? Like ..lilac! Yeah, lilac! I think that would look really pretty against your skin.” With a satisfied smile, gently, he let your hand fall back to its previous position. 

You felt your whole body flush with warmth. You know if you were lighter you’d definitely be blushing all over. Thank goddess for your brown skin. 

To mask your shyness, you grabbed your phone out of your purse checking the time. Yeah, you were wearing a watch but you needed to look away from him before you exploded. 12:16. Oh shit! 

“I’m late!” you shrieked, turning back towards the salon. “It was nice meeting you, Jimin, but I gotta go.” It was really nice talking to Jimin, but you weren’t missing this appointment for anyone.

“Wait!” He called, coming up beside you.

 “You should send me a picture.” You raised an eyebrow.

 “Of your nails! You should send me a picture of your nails when they’re done, I mean. You know because I suggested the color. But only if you want to, of course, no pressure!” 

Jimin twisted the ring on his left pointer finger, awaiting your answer. You thought his sudden nervousness was sweet. 

Usually, it would take a lot more for you to give your number out. Especially to a random stranger you’d only met and known for a couple of minutes. You’d seen too many true crime documentaries for that. But Jimin raised no red flags to you. Sure he was a little weird and awkward but he was also sweet and charming. To be quite honest you enjoyed spending these past few minutes with him, and you wouldn’t mind seeing him again. 

“What’s your number?” you smiled unlocking your phone. Jimin grinned again, eyes nearly shut and cheeks raised high, before reciting his number to you.

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You were so damn lucky you had history with your nail tech, Sandra, or else you would’ve been out of luck. You didn’t make it to your appointment on time, in fact, you were three minutes late. It may or may not have something to do with you and Jimin giggling over which photo to use as his contact picture in your phone. 

The pure look of irritation on Sandra’s face when you finally did make it inside the salon to check in at the front desk nearly made you visibly wince. You knew you were being an inconvenience, coming in late even though you were standing right outside of the salon. But c'mon, you were only three minutes late! It’s not like you arrived an hour later or no called no showed. Still though, it was rude of you and you made sure to apologize and leave her a hefty tip for being a bother.

Back in the front seat of your car, you admired your nails. No matter how irritated your Sandra was, she still killed this set! You opted for your usual square shape, you couldn’t see yourself veering away from it, it just had such a polished look. For your nail color, you were stuck between three shades of purple that could be considered lilac. Instead of wrecking your brain, you sent a picture to Jimin letting him pick the shade closest to the one he envisioned and he did not disappoint. Delicate yet bold, the lilac complimented your skin tone perfectly. You’re not sure if this was a color you would’ve ever chosen on your own and you’re so glad Jimin suggested it for you. They were simple but cute and you loved them!

Posing your left hand you snapped a quick pic of your new nails before sending it over to Jimin. 

Cute?

He responded almost instantly. 

Jimin (◠‿◠)

Very! See, I told you it would look good :)) 

Whatever lol, I guess you did an ok job.

Jimin (◠‿◠)

I think what you meant to say was. Thank you so much, Jimin!

You rolled your eyes before responding. 

Thank you, Jimin. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you! You are truly god sent!

Just then your phone began to vibrate, Jimin’s contact and goofy contact picture popped up on your screen. You clicked the answer button before it could ring a second time. 

“You’re so very welcome, _____! I’m glad I could be of assistance to you!” Though you couldn’t see his face, the smile was present in his voice. You laughed aloud, thinking of a response. You definitely didn’t want this to be your last time speaking to Jimin. There was an obvious connection between you and it would be silly of you not to explore it. Hopefully, you weren’t reading the situation wrong and he was just as interested in you as you were in him. 

“Hey, um, what are you doing later today, around let’s say 5:30-ish? My appointment took a little longer than expected so I can’t pick up any lunch and I was wondering if you would like to try that new pizzeria downtown with me?” you asked, heart hammering in your chest. You felt like a teenager talking to her crush for the first time. It’s been a while since you’ve done something like this. You’ve been so focused on work recently, hardly allowing yourself any free time. Dating just wasn’t at the forefront of your mind.

Restlessly, you drummed your fingers against your steering wheel awaiting his answer.

Jimin hummed as he thought. “Are you asking me out on a date?” 

Oh shit.“Huh!? A date! I wa- uh I mean-” “Because if you are,” Jimin interrupted, ceasing your rambling. “Then I would say yes. I would love to go on a date with you.”

“Yeah?” you beamed.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “You actually beat me to it. I wanted to ask you out for ice cream after your appointment.” 

“Oh!” you voiced. “Well, we can always go after the pizza?”

“I'd like that.”

“Okay! Cool,” you grimaced at your response. Gosh, why were you so nervous?

“Cool,” he giggled. “I’ll see you there, then?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you there,” you smiled, giddy all over. Bringing your phone from your ear, you pressed the end call button. It took a moment for the realization to set in. Did that really just happen? Before you knew it an elated squeal escaped your lips. Nerves now replaced with excitement, you began your journey back to work, eagerly looking forward to your date with Jimin.

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