#but instead I gif random moments that warm my heart (and maybe only mine and no one else's ^^''')

[xxsycamore]

Finally have a moment to send a request. I know you're flooded with them so this is only if you have time:

We all know Leon isn't a big reader and falls asleep reading books but....how would he react to an MC who doesn't read him a poem but recites him one from memory?

📜+ Leon

Thank you lovely Mo for the bright light you shine across this fandom ☀️

Congratulations on your milestone!

Please, there's no way I'd skip your request, Violet! It's such a good one too! Thank you so much for the kind words, I could say the same to you ❤

[📜] 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗 。。。

Poems are "I Love You" by Ella Wheeler Wilcox & "Yours" by Daniel Hoffman

LEON:

I love your lips when they’re wet with wine

And red with a wild desire;

I love your eyes when the lovelight lies

Lit with a passionate fire.

It's been awhile since Leon joined you in the library - you'd suggested changing the company of the books for his company, but your lover didn't want to interrupt your favorite pastime. Bringing his wine glass to finish on a nearby settee, he made an excellent extra recliner as he invited you to rest against his chest...

It's just that, once the chapter ended, you found yourself looking more at Leon than at the book, and the words made their way out of your lips before you realized. It's some poem you read ages ago, but it described your lover perfectly in his current glory.

Leon's warm eyes shift to yours as he listens to the lines; they're lazy but lighting up with something you can't quite put your finger on. Heart rate increasing and voice beginning to waver, you stubbornly continue, led by a strange need to confess your fascination.

I love your arms when the warm white flesh

Touches mine in a fond embrace;

I love your hair when the strands enmesh

Your kisses against my face.

Hand previously used to prop his face against, Leon now reaches out to caress your face.

But then he produces a barely-audible gasp.

And kisses you out of nowhere, full-on the lips.

Your surprise is quickly shushed and transformed into bliss as you let Leon claim your lips, wherever that may come from... it's not like it's unwelcomed.

He cuts the kiss too short, holding your face in his large hands.

"You're a GENIUS, sweetheart."

You watch your lover jump to his feet, leaving only his lingering warmth on the settee where you remain to watch him with avid curiosity. Leon walks to the shelves and mutters under his breath the names of the different genres they're organized by, impatiently searching for something. When he leaves your line of vision, you stand up as well, following him in the depths of the library.

"Here. Love poems."

The sound of quickly turning pages comes to an end as soon as it began, as Leon stops at a random one.

Without you I’d be an unleaded tree

Blasted in a bleakness with no Spring.

You listen as Leon reads out the poem, not with hurry, but instead delivering each line as if the words come straight from his heart - or maybe that's how you hear them? Catching the meaning of these words makes you weak when it's the man you love who says them. Walking to where he stands in front the bookshelf, you hug him from behind and keep listening.

"Poems are typically short. They won't lull me to sleep, see? I will read these to you and train my stamina."

Uh-oh. This sounds lovely. And it also sounds like you'll be subject to hearing him say hundreds upon hundreds of love confessions to your face... and you don't want to die yet.

You start to play-smack his back in an attempt to change his mind, and to pray for yourself in the meantime.

∎ For You, My Valentine‼️ - xxsycamore’s 1000 followers celebration party | 💌 event masterlist

[slowlydiving]

just because I love them~

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[mostlycompetentwriter]

Domesticated Drabble

Pairing: Bang Chan x Y/N

Genre: Marriage AU; Sequel; Drabble

Warnings: So. Much. Fluff. (small smut scene at the beginning); language

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A/N: Finally finished this one! Please enjoy another taste of my favorite AU!

5 Years Later

“We’ve got five minutes,” I whispered against the pulse point on Chan’s neck, the throbbing vein pumping hard as he panted for breath from above me, eyes shut tight together as he moaned.

“I’ll blow at any second,” Chan cursed, laying sloppy kisses wherever he could reach while fucking me hard and fast.

“Your cock feels amazing,” I practically purred, digging sharp nails into the milky white skin of his back, legs closing in around his waist to keep him close. 

“Oh, sweetie, you’re laying it on thick this morning, aren’t you?”

I clenched a vice-grip around the length pumping inside me in response, sending Chan’s hips stuttering against my own. “I’ve got kids in the next room who can wake-up at any second. Excuse me for trying to inflate your ego.”

“That’s not the only thing inflating,” Chan gasped, curling his fingers through mine.

“You’re gross,” I huffed, closing my eyes and throwing back my neck as best as I could in this position: laid out under my husband, orgasm approaching at a meteoric-level speed, and sweat coating my skin in a delightful sheen as the muscles around my abdomen worked overtime to milk Chan for everything that he had before the moment was ruined by my kids. 

I half-expected them to burst into the room unannounced at any second, oblivious to their parents fucking in much of the same way that created them in the first place. Locked together with limbs intertwining, sucking in each other’s air, and kisses rough and demanding. 

Fuck it had been far too long since Chan and I had last done anything even remotely this intimate, and it was still necessary for us to go at it as fast as possible to prevent unwanted eyes from accidentally catching us at the height of our passion. 

I couldn’t help but glance at the clock, realizing that we had been fucking for almost ten minutes, and the alarm had been set for 7:00 AM so that I could somehow wrestle my kids together for their first day of school. 

Damn, this is gonna turn out to be a very long day.

“Are you close?” I asked Chan, connecting our lips for a sweet kiss since I personally knew that they were a weakness of his.

“Yeah,” he said, features collapsing into a look of pure concentration as a guttural moan found its way crawling up his throat to release itself at the same moment when I could feel his release emptying into the condom separating us from complete skin-to-skin by a thin layer of latex.

But I insisted on wearing them now.

“You’ll cum too, sweetie,” Chan whispered, laving his tongue across the pad of his thumb before reaching down to connect with my clitoris, drawing rough circles in random patterns to snap the physical breaking point: holding my tongue to prevent myself from screaming as I rode the waves of pleasure until nothing was left but a delicate haze and the sensation of Chan’s cock still stuffed inside my spent pussy.

As it turns out, aftercare with Chan was the equivalent of my husband spewing my praises while insisting on letting his cock soften completely before pulling out: cock warming at its finest.

“Do you plan to pull out?” I asked him, smirking when he whined and buried his face into the side of my neck.

“It’s been a while since we’ve been like this,” Chan remarked.

“The kids need to get up soon,” I said, although there was a sleepy pull weighing down my eyelids. A good fuck tended to wear me out. “They’ve got their first day.”

“Yeah,” Chan agreed, but he made no effort to separate us. In fact, I could imagine us both easily falling back to sleep.

“You’re coming right?” I asked around a yawn. “To their Kindergarten orientation or whatever the hell they call it.”

“Of course,” Chan said, and he finally lifted his head from my shoulder, gaze soft as he took his time to explore my features. “I can’t miss that.”

“What? Watching the teachers drag them away for the first day of the education system they’ll be stuck in for the next thirteen years?”

“You have a way with words, sweetie.”

I grinned. “Maybe I’m just using words to deny the weirdness of my kids starting school and making me feel like I’m 100 years old.”

“It feels like they were just born,” Chan agreed, and he slowly rose himself into a sitting position, climbing out of bed to give me the best view of his naked ass.

“Your ass looks great by the way.”

“Thanks,” Chan snorted, reaching for a pair of black slacks from the floor. “I’m taking a shower.”

“Fine,” I groaned. “I guess I’ll go awaken the sleeping monsters.”

“Let the chaos begin,” Chan announced, closing the bathroom door behind him as I reached down deep into the reserves to muster enough energy to finally get out of bed.

At the risk of sounding too long-winded, the best way I could describe my twins was with a touch of irony. Because, despite looking identical to one another, my girls couldn’t be more opposite in terms of personality. 

Leah, the eldest by one minute, was boisterous, loud, and unapologetic when it came to being herself. She was the epitome of a social butterfly, jumping from one person to the next and asking questions that occasionally raised a few eyebrows because of their brazenness.

Her sister, Rose, was nothing like that. In fact, Rose hardly spoke at all, choosing to listen instead, and offer her voice only when she truly felt the need to include it. Of course, side-by-side, they were another thing altogether, far too energetic for me to handle.

This morning was no exception, chasing Leah around the house because she refused to change out of her pajamas, questioning me relentlessly on why it mattered that she had to change.

“I should wear what I want!” she insisted, and I had nearly lost my patience with her until Chan entered the room, and he was one of the only people who could talk through to Leah.

Him and Felix, of course.

Before Felix moved out, he and Leah were practically inseparable, and I could see her uncle’s influence in a lot of different ways.

“You want to look your best to make new friends, right?” Chan asked her, and after a laughable look of concentration, Leah nodded and allowed me to change her into a much more suitable dress.

“There,” I grumbled, turning my attention to Rose who was more willing to be dressed.

“Let’s go have breakfast, yeah?” Chan whispered to Leah, and she smiled and giggled at her father as he took her hand and led her into the kitchen. 

I scoffed at how easy he was able to manage her, glancing at Rose who was even more quiet than usual. “Aren’t you excited for your first day?”

She shrugged, looking down at her hands. “I don’t want to leave you.”

I could feel my heart breaking at her sweet words, cupping her face between my hands as I tried to reassure her that she would still see me in the afternoons and evenings. “It’s just a little break,” I said, but I knew that Rose was harder to convince.

In the meantime, Chan and I worked together to have both twins fed and ready to leave the house, packing them lunches for school before ushering everyone out the door because we were teetering on the edge of being too late. 

At least Chan had the wherewithal to warm-up the car, and it gave us more time to fasten everyone into their car-seats before pulling out onto the main road, speeding into the downtown district with the clock ticking away. “Well, at least the other parents will think we’re irresponsible.”

“I’ve got this,” Chan said, and I shivered as he toed the gas and grazed just going over too fast. 

“At the risk of getting a ticket-”

“Relax, sweetie,” Chan interrupted, reaching over to take my hand. “I’ll handle everything.”

“Uh-huh,” I murmured, glancing up into the rearview mirror to see Leah and Rose engaged in their learning tablets. Even if they were a few minutes late, my kids would still be the smartest. I had made sure of that, spending countless hours with them reading as many books as I could buy, digging out paper and pencils to practice their names and alphabet letters, and reading tons of online articles about the best methods to ensure your child’s early learning set them up for the most success.

Right? So what if we were a little late.

“Mommy? Why can’t you both stay with us at school?” Rose suddenly inquired from the backseat.

I sighed, turning around to face her. “Mommy and Daddy both have to go to work, okay? We’ve already had our turn at school.”

“Our turn?” Chan chuckled, and I pivoted in my seat to glare at him.

“That’s the kind of language we should be using with them!”

“Did you read that from an online expert?”

“As a matter of fact, I did!” I huffed, and I caught his smile, letting me know that he was just messing around.

“I just want them to do well,” I whispered, and his expression instantly softened at the sound of my tone.

“You’ve done so well, sweetie,” Chan reassured me, squeezing my hand even tighter as he turned into the school’s parking lot, finding an empty spot near the back.

Immediately, I was at the back door, reaching inside to help Rose out of her seat, spinning her around to help her with her brand new bookbag. “There,” I said, once her attention was on me again. “You’re ready.”

“I don’t know...” Rose trailed off, and her eyes held all the uncertainty of a five-year-old who was used to staying at home with her parents and uncle. Not the unfamiliar presences of her peers. 

“Hey,” I said, kneeling down to meet her gaze straight-on. “I know it seems scary, but I promise that you’ll really love it. I was the same way too on my first day, but my mom gave me the same advice, and guess what? She was right. I ended up loving school, and if there’s a little piece of me in you, then I know that you’ll have so much fun that you’ll forget all about your mommy and daddy.”

Rose’s eyes grew bigger, shaking her head in a manner that was quite endearing. “I won’t ever forget you.”

“I know, sweetheart,” I said, pulling her close for a hug as Chan and Leah emerged from the other side.

“Everything okay?” Chan asked, looking between me and his daughter.

“Just fine,” I said, ruffling Rose’s hair before standing tall again. “Let’s go inside.”

The classroom was already full of students, and I was glad to see some parents lingering, which meant we weren’t as late as I had thought.

“Told ya,” Chan snickered, and I gave him a playful glare before turning my attention to the approaching teacher: an older gentleman with a head of pepper and salt colored hair and kind eyes.

“Hello,” he said, addressing me first. “I’m Mr. Park.”

“Hi,” I said, accepting his handshake. “These are my daughters: Leah and Rose Bang.”

“Ah!” Mr. Park remarked, glancing down. “I’m excited for our twin students! Please, have a seat wherever you’d like.”

“Go on,” I encouraged them when I caught their matching looks of insecurity. “You have each other,” I added, reaching down to wrap their fingers together, giving them one last smile before Leah bravely led her sister further into the room, selecting an empty table near the back.

“Well, it’s so nice to meet you,” Mr. Park said, and I noticed that he had grown a little too close, gaze lingering for far too long. 

“Yes,” I agreed, “And this is my-”

“I’m Chan,” my husband interrupted, inserting himself between me and Mr. Park with a brusque movement. “The father.”

I rolled my eyes at his tone, watching as Mr. Park hesitated before nodding and shaking Chan’s outstretched hand. “Nice to meet you.”

I smirked, waiting until Mr. Park had moved on before leaning in to Chan. “What was that, dear?”

Chan scoffed, searching the room for a moment. “He was flirting with you, sweetie. What did you expect me to do?”

“Well, it could be from our morning romp, but it kinda turned me on.”

Chan raised a suggestive brow at my comment, but I gave him a cheeky smile in response before walking in the direction of Leah and Rose’s table. “Look at you two,” I remarked. “I think you made a good choice.”

“I like seeing outside,” Leah said, and I nodded and tucked away a wayward strand of hair. 

“You’ll both stay together, right?”

I received synchronous nods in response, and there was a lot of relief on my end knowing that my girls would be just fine. 

“We’ll be here to pick you up at 2:00,” Chan said, pointing to the analog clock above the door. “Okay?”

Two more nods. “Remember to have fun. You’re gonna learn so much, and maybe you’ll even be smarter than daddy.”

I managed to elicit two laughs in response to that, and Chan chuckled as he wrapped an arm around my waist. “Be good, alright?”

“Yes, daddy,” Leah replied diligently while Rose nodded her head, attention drifting to a book sitting at the edge of the table.

I smiled knowing that she was showing interest, and then I realized that there was a deeper part of me that was having just as much trouble leaving the girls as they were having with leaving me and Chan. But the other parents were starting to leave the room, and with one more exchange of our goodbyes, Chan and I were walking away from our girls, keeping our own hands locked together as the door closed behind us.

“Woah,” I sighed once we were outside in the hallway. “That was harder than I expected.”

“It’s a big step,” Chan said, and he wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me closer. “But they’ll be okay because they’re ours.”

“Oh,” I laughed. “Is that so?”

“Of course,” Chan said, giving me a perfectly serious look before a smile overtook his features, and any previous doubts were vanquished by the sincerity in that smile, and I knew that as long as I had Chan, then nothing would ever be too difficult to overcome. 

[createandconstruct]

I am physically obligated to ask for Zidane's other half, Garnet

I believe you mean Zidane's BETTER HALF BECAUSE SHE IS JUST THE BEST. THE BEST. ZIDANE WOULDN'T EVEN ARGUE.

favorite thing about them: May I direct you to how strong and resilient she is and how despite losing practically everything, witnessing the death of her mother - only after learning she lost and forgot her birth mother and home - witnessing and enduring the destruction of her kingdom and deaths of her people, and so much more suffering she just KEEPS GOING AND GETS BACK UP ON HER OWN. She's incredible.

least favorite thing about them: Nothing, she's perfect. But I mourn the fact that we never got to see Garnet with her summoner's horn. I deserve AT LEAST concept art.

favorite line: Literally every word out of her mouth. Though a fav of mine is when she regains her memories of Madain Sari and her mother and says “but maybe Doctor Tot can tell me. About the lady who protected me from the storm as the boat lurched about in the waves.” That line is a gut punch every time for me. Garnet losing both mothers the moment she regains he memories really hits me.

brOTP: Oh man there's quite a few. First I gotta say Garnet and the Tantalus crew. She's practically a sister to them after everything. Marcus and Garnet are ABSOLUTE bros. Tantalus visits Alexandria and Garnet’s just like “oh bye Zidane I’m gonna go see my friends” to which he’s just “oh sure sounds good,” only to find her at Ruby’s theater hanging with the crew like “uhhh you didn’t even thing to invite me??? I was an OG Tantalus member???” I also love Steiner and Garnet. They are a riot. Steiner is an overprotective father/brother who’s constantly like “PRINCESS YOU’RE IN TIME OUT GET ON TOP OF THE FRIDGE,” and Garnet is just “THIS HOUSE IS A NIGHTMARE.” I love that by the time they get to Treno she has 0 patience for him. She even tells him she’s going to leave him behind. Yet she worries for him when he’s left behind in Alexandria. By the end of the game they are true lifelong companions, and really, truly family. Also also, Eiko and Garnet. They are sisters and they hurt me. The last of their people. Both so alone in different ways. Garnet and Eiko find each other despite all odds. It warms my heart at how Eiko even takes a bit of an older sister role to Garnet because she’s so used to acting as an older sister for  Mog. It seems like after Mog transforms into an eidolon, Eiko fully embraces Garnet as her “little sister,” worrying about her and such. They’re really sweet and I love them.

OTP: Must I even say?

nOTP: Nothing really? I just love Zidane and Garnet so much nothing else really interests me.

random headcanon: A part of me likes to imagine that after Zidane returns, while Garnet obviously doesn’t abdicate from the throne and run off with him, she regains a bit of herself and her time as Dagger - now that the person who helped the name fit is alive and in her arms again - and so she cuts her hair again. Garnet growing out her hair for the ending, of course, shows us time has passed (and they, ya know, probably didn’t wanna make a short haired-Garnet princess model lol) but it feels as if, Garnet with her long hair in Alexandria, things are as they were at the start. Her hair is long, she’s dressed in her ceremonial dress, watching the play, and surrounded by friends and festivities but unbearably lonely. When Zidane returns things fall into place and she can stop “moving on” and can instead finally “move forward,” I’d like to think that she cuts her hair again to do that. I also just love short haired Garnet and would love to see her rock that look as Queen.

unpopular opinion: She is THE best female character in the FF series. Yeah I said it come fight me. FIGHT ME COWARDS. But then again I love all my FF girls equally so I guess I'll have to fight myself. (no but for real Garnet doesn't get enough love??? from fans or from square enix. Like square??? where is my daughter give her love???)

song i associate with them: Absolutely has to be this track: Choice by Michiru Oshima (from Snow white with the red hair). It really captures Garnet and it's my favorite track in my ffix writing playlist called ‘a walk through alexandria.’ Also I'm basic: Kingdom Dance and Waiting for the Lights by Alan Menken really give me Garnet and Zidane vibes. For more regal vibes this track from Dragon Quest XI, Hero’s Triumphant Return. It makes me think of the entire main party together but also has me thinking of Garnet’s strength and of her properly owning her rightful throne.

favorite picture of them: Right now I am OBSESSED with this Garnet art by AndreGuindi on Twitter. Here's a preview CHECK HIM OUT.

Everything by @ nanpou0021 on twitter. I just love how they draw Garnet. Here's a preview!!! FORGET THIS POST GO CHECK THEM OUT

Also @azukimomonaka on twitter. Like UGH their art of Garnet and ALL the characters are breathtaking. Check them out cause they are unstoppable with the ffix art right now. tHIS PIECE JUST MAKES ME FEEL. I lie on the ground because my brain is just: Them™ 

[dreamiesdotcom]

slow | n.jm, l.hc

summary: Jaemin likes some things slow — slowly walking from your houses to school, slowly drinking warm drinks, slowly putting puzzle pieces together, slowly dancing to Jisung's upbeat playlist, slowly baring yourselves of masks, slowly learning to trust — but slowly falling in love, he's not very sure.

word count: 2563

a/n: this is based off this post of mine (as per @flirtyhyuck 's request) and im here to say that im sorry this wasnt supposed to see the light of day

"Can you please tell Jeno to tell his best friend to stop staring at mine?" Jaemin almost growls, pulling your chair over nearer to him. You whine a little at being closer to the scent of his coffee, scrunching your nose up and pulling away. He gasps at the rejection but you smile at him and reach for his hands instead. He rolls his eyes and faces Renjun, "Please."

"Na, you know I don't talk to people. I'm allergic." Renjun grumbles. "Talk to Jisung instead, he's been hanging out with the music kid for a project."

"He's older than you, and he has a name," Jisung grimaces over a cup of hot chocolate. "His name is Mark. Mark Lee."

"See?" Renjun shrugs as if to prove a point. "He even knows his 'name'."

"But this is so unfair!" comes the inevitable whine from the younger. "Chenle is friends with Hyuck-hyung!"

"Chenle is friends with everyone. Whatever, one of you needs to do it." Jaemin sighs, turning his chair to face you. He raises a brow, "What're you thinking?"

Your hand still loosely wraps around his, and he slowly entwines them together.

Warm. It's warm like a cup of whatever the hell it is Na Jaemin is drinking. What were you thinking, though? A while ago, there was a lot — random numbers, other subjects, an article you read yesterday, the way Jisung's eyes shined at the mention of Mark. Right now, there's only one; Don't catch feelings.

Those thoughts are regular and they were haunting. These days, they're not as incessant as the past few months, but they still come and they are unbelievably strong — don't catch feelings. Something tells you that it's too late and you already did. Something tells you that you are stupid.

But, what if things worked, right? He's soft and kind and he's lovely. You fit in a lot of things and you disagree in some but that's just perfectly balanced, isn't it? He won't hurt you — oh, how he won't do that. He never will. Na Jaemin, this magical boy — what if?

"Damn, Lee Donghyuck is really in love with you," someone chimes loudly, and you don't even need to see who's rushing to your table before Jisung groans in disdain and makes space for this odd friend. Chenle makes a vague motion, asking people to look away. "He talked my ear off about how pretty you looked while painting at Art's class. He's whipped."

What if, huh? You turn away from the idea with a smile. Don't be silly...

"No, he's not, Chenle." You reply to the boy but keep your eyes at Jaemin, smiling still. "I wasn't thinking about anything. That was me spacing out."

Jaemin rolls his eyes again, seemingly moodier than usual. His soft giggle later makes you laugh, though. Oh, how weak this boy was. How weak he became when someone smiled at him. Or maybe, only when a specific someone does it.

"What do you mean 'No he's not, Chenle'?" The brat refuses to get the hint and live him down. He makes a quick show of turning around to the other side to check Lee Donghyuck and his friends' table, then pointing at them, "He's staring at you."

"He's not!" You hiss, glaring at the people who are either eavesdropping or watching or worse, both.

"Is, though." Jisung shrugs. "I bet he writes you love songs."

"Does not!" you glare at the duo, begs Jaemin through your eyes to tell them to stop. Unfortunately, Jaemin is already gushing at the two. You stomp your feet to get their attention, "We don't even know each other!"

And that was a lie. Renjun's eyes read those words, he must've known. He probably knew about the accidental bumping into each other at the playground, or the awkward laughs you two share at the convenience store; maybe he saw him helping you with Mathematics at the library, or he stumbled upon most of your accidental meetings; those were by coincidence, right? They had to be. Renjun's eyes also read another set of words: Don't break his heart.

But how can you not? You weren't in love with him. You were in love with somebody else, and you wished that the sunshine boy didn't adore you like that. Why does Renjun care about Hyuck? They haven't even spoken to each other. You sigh, and at that very moment, you hear the door open and close. Donghyuck and his friends left. The room mourns the lack of the warmth of their muffled laughter.

"You know what, I'll just go see Lee Donghyuck." You huff your cheeks, palms slamming on either side of the table. Jaemin startles, tries to speak, but you're already cutting him off with a much more determined gaze.

"I have his number from when Chenle got it for me. I'll go home, change clothes, ask him to meet up and I'll prove you guys wrong." you stand up, tearing away from his stare. "It'll drive me crazy if I don't."

"But we—" he bites back a sigh, but you notice the way his hands attempted to reach up and pull you back down to your chair. It seemed like a quiet plead to hang around. He smiles, "Do you need a ride?"

That day you told him no, and you pinched his cheeks instead of your usual kind of goodbye; that one where you pout and tug at his sleeves, wishing for fifteen more minutes without words but only your eyes, knowing you'd meet each other tomorrow but not quite wanting to even part.

If Jaemin knew that it will be the moment where everything begins to change, he knows he would have held you tight and never let you go.

You officially got together with Donghyuck on the 24th of December. Jaemin isn't interested in knowing how it happened, but he briefly remembers the next few days after that: everyone talking about Donghyuck's sweet voice, Mark and Jeno playing the guitar, and a kiss under a mistletoe. Renjun and Jisung gave him as many sweets as they could manage to find, though they quickly realized that he isn't gonna give up on his little role of a boy not broken. Chenle was the one who talked him down, smacked his head, hugged him tight, and told him to snap out of it.

It was sure as hell disrespectful and he got an earful after that, but it did help Jaemin. At that moment, there was a silent agreement between the three that it was all that mattered: Jaemin accepted the pain and knew that he wasn't alone in all of this.

Heartbreak felt bitter and it wasn't kind, but Jaemin knew that much. Chenle's been saying those things to him for a while now — especially if it's because of someone you're close to. Even more if you haven't confessed yet, hyung. Damn it. It hurts so much — he said so many times Jaemin couldn't bother count. He never learned this, though, and he never even thought that he'd be in this situation: right now, he should be making a homework. Right now, he just realized that a heartbreak is even more extremely cruel if you never even realized that you had feelings until the moment you're hurting.

He looks down on his open notebook, glares at the unanswered question before ultimately giving up. Beside him, Renjun lost himself in a book and Chenle fell asleep. He searches for Jisung only to find him with a very familiar-looking boy — Mark Lee — shyly talking behind a bookshelf. Jaemin grits his teeth and wonders what the hell it is that this group has that he keeps losing his friends to them.

Sometimes, Jaemin falls into the ways of an escapist, as Renjun said once. He and his big words were normal. What's not normal is his daydream — it wasn't the two of you and your friends in Neverland, and it wasn't his imagination of how future plans would unfold — because sometimes he tends to do that, imagine how things would go. Right now, he's not thinking of that sleepover at Chenle's. He's not drinking up the image of a long, aimless drive (that will certainly happen. Jisung won't allow it not to happen), stargazing and exchanging theories on extraterrestrial life (that will definitely happen once again, because of Jisung as well, but now with the help of Renjun). His daydreams center on rain clouds today.

In his mind, you're both in some comforting cottage in the woods and there's a thunderstorm. The scent of petrichor and deep wood mixes with a calm and cozy atmosphere. You're tucked safely in his arms and he has you all to himself; right now, in his mind, he can be as selfish as possible. You're talking and laughing over sweet little nothings, and Jaemin has to catch himself a little so that even if he continues to fall, it wouldn't be as fast. He likes some things slow. He likes soaking up certain moments just as much as he likes the other events' turbulence. With you, he loved everything slow.

Slowly walking from your houses to school. Slowly drinking warm drinks. Slowly putting puzzle pieces together. Slowly dancing to Jisung's upbeat playlist. Slowly baring yourselves of masks. Slowly learning to trust.

Slowly falling in love, he's not very sure. More often than not, he would ask himself in his mind: 'Would it all be different if I fell in love faster?'

Maybe there were some things that needed to be rushed. Some things that needed to be instantaneous. He laughs inside his mind and asks again, 'Can this heartbreak be quicker, then?'

The false memory is ruined.

Jaemin comes back down to reality at the scent of roses. His shoulders ache a little from leaning at the lockers, so he stands properly and meets your confused expression. Roses. Chocolates. Letters. You. You look awfully flustered and the pink hue in your cheeks becomes bolder and bolder each phrase your eyes read. Jaemin smirks and takes a peek.

I don't know what went through my head or whatever hopeless romantic spirit decided to posses me today, but I love you. And I miss you. Let's have a date?

Cheesy. His grin grows wider but he promises himself that it's the last. He won't look at you so lovingly again. He won't feel like this anymore. Donghyuck is bratty and headstrong but he was kind and he cherished you, ready to give you the world — Jaemin finds that he can do that, too. Except that it's Donghyuck whom you intensely love. He promises himself that he'll get over you but only because he knew that he's bad at promises.

"Against Hyuck?" he drawls as if to make a joke. His laugh sounded way too wounded for it to be funny, though, and he leans to the lockers again because his knees buckle at your gaze, the one that slowly makes him melt all the damn time. "There was never really a chance for me, huh?"

He thinks you'd run away and go as far as possible from him from then on. He thinks you should — he implied that he liked you. He implied that he wanted a chance. He implied that he hoped for it. When you didn't do anything but tear your eyes away from the lovely note, he assumed you've taken it as a joke, that you were dense — that you were dense again. Instead, you tilted your head to him, "This is where it gets painful."

He aches to ask what it is that you meant, but he found that he couldn't speak. He's tongue-tied and he couldn't move, couldn't find the right words to say. It's as if his ability to make a sound was stolen from him. He's unaware of the world because all he can see is tender gazes and all that he can listen to is a gentle voice, then the words he never thought he'd hear — you were staring at him and then you sighed.

"You did, once."

A series of unexpected events have already unfolded, but this probably was one of the top three. He doesn't know where he gets the strength, but he stands straight again. He tears all the what if's and what could've been's and what will never be away for this moment, and he doesn't dwell on the fact that you loved him. That there was a chance. That he completely missed that chance because he was so afraid, so scared of falling in love and ruining all that you both have slowly built together. He doesn't understand how he even got to crack up at that realization, but he does — "And that was a perfect exchange. Jisung would love that."

You wink at him in quick humor, but you laugh at him with unrest, "Why Jisung?"

"He's into this kind of thing these days." He shrugs. "Speaking of, isn't it weird how Jisung all so suddenly likes sappy movies? Is he going through something?"

"He hasn't said anything. Maybe he's not yet ready to share with the class, Jaemin." You reply, smirking, "Are you playing detective, or are you nosy?"

"I'm concerned." He lights flicks your forehead. You giggle as he does that, eyes fluttering shut, and his heart stings again. When you open them, he's staring at you.

The look in your eyes screamed of honesty and pure truth. Jaemin understands, he always does. And he knows too, he knows that you're aware as well. He knows that you saw the same sincerity in his eyes and you knew that every single bit of that intense moment was true. At that, he swings an arm at your shoulders and led the two of you to the exit, opening a talk about your other friends and plans of meeting at 12 pm at the usual for lunch, then he cracks a joke, and you genuinely chuckle.

"I used to daydream about us," used to be said to prompt a laugh. On a normal day, that was the joke that makes you fall over and not the multiple bizarre versions of "Why did the chicken cross the road?". On a normal day, you two would talk hours and hours about daydreaming about each other, some sappy and some downright comedy. On a normal day, that's the topic you both center around as you walk your way to your other friends.

Today wasn't a normal day, though, because today you shine under the sun brighter than others, and you look very stunning in yellow. Today wasn't a normal day because you didn't take the normal route, instead, you made a turn to bid someone a quick farewell. Today, "Do you think there's another world where we're together?" doesn't feel like a question elicited from Renjun's multiverse theories and "If you knew, would you try?" isn't just a verse from Jisung's surprising secret stash of self-written poetry. Today, "You were a dream that shined brightly above me and just like the fate of a gazer and a star, you are so far from my reach" isn't just something he read out of the book Chenle reads.

Today, Jaemin watches you fall in Donghyuck's arms like it was all you were meant to do, and his heart breaks.

[edbertblog]

I hope you’ll smile once you look back at our memories. They’re happy memories, ain’t they? Thank you for coming into my life. My life used to be so dull and empty, and you came to me, colouring the void within me. I love you, baby. Happy 1st.

Scroll down, baby.

I always appreciate the littlest thing you’ve made for me without you even realising. Thank you for giving this to me. You make me feel so loved. I love you so very much

Have you ever felt how sweet little tidbit that makes you realize how happy and blessed you truly are? Imagine that you’re with the love of your life who has been together with you for a long time. Him holding your hand when you walk and her ears move up her head slightly. Even after the passing time, she’ll still smile through him heart upon seeing you. I cherish every moment I had with him and I’m grateful that I can still walk down that memory lane.

Can you believe that we’ve made it this far? Two month of us being together. I want to stay together with you for a really long time. Please keep my heart, yeah? I’ll keep yours as well. Our journey may not be the smoothest but that’s what makes our bond stronger. There’s a lot to write about you, but you got me thinking of your recent question that I haven’t managed to answer properly. Therefore, let me explain it further here.

I love you. I always will.

Hello, Wijar How was your day? Did you enjoy it as much I enjoyed mine? Well, I hope you enjoyed it even if it was less than 100%.

This is kind of awkward for me, or maybe for you too? To be frank, I have never done this kind of thing before, but I wanted to do something new for you. Sounds cliché, I know. Or you probably almost throw up when you got this whole paragraph through this carrd. Be ready, Jar. You will read more thoughts about yourself from my perspective. Doesn't it make you feel dugun dugun or I am the only one who feels this kind of thing? I don't know yet...

It has been a few month we knew each other. You probably have heard of me from your friend before so.. I was pretty nervous when I tried to talk to you like 'am I doing it right?' 'will he get scared of my sudden action?' but my friend said it is okay, so I did that.

I thought you will kick me as soon as I made my first move but no, you were so sweet and nice in our first met. I felt like I was talking to the most delicate person and yes, you are indeed the most delicate, sweetest and nicest person I have ever met.

Instead of talking about yourself, you said like 'hey, let's talk about yourself too!' and that was the cutest thing I have ever read. I never expected someone would say that when my intention is pretty obvious to get closer with you. You made me feel like I think I finally find someone who will not making me feel left out because you always make sure to ask about what did I do in a day or some random question. That is cute. And I am thankful for that.

And when you talk about any things you like, I feel like I can see the stars on your eyes or those love eyes emoji that I often see on anime or other animation movies. CUTE. Call me a simp and I will not complain about it. My friends already knew about it, and now it is your time to see the full version of Edbert and his simping agenda over Wijar.

I wrote this whole paragraph while realizing my feelings for you have gotten bigger each day. I am fully aware of my feelings and what we have been doing; throwing jokes, sharing laughs, talking about anything we like until pass my bedtime and those warm touches.

Wijar, I may have said this before, I am not that kind of person to make promises telling you this or that but, I am willing to try anything with you. I am willing to share my playlist with you even though you already knew I have weird interest on my music taste or… My taste in general. I am willing to spend my day with you and maybe holding hands and give you a small pat while saying I am sorry, the world is too cruel for you.

The legend Yerin Baek once said, I'm in love. Yes, I'm in love with the idea of your existence because it makes me feel happy, safe and sound. I love to hear your stories about anything from you even if it it takes a day, two days or months to finish it, I would love to do that.

Dear Wijar :

This might be a little late since I was busy and demotivated with everything. I guess it’s better late than never, yes? I just want to appreciate you for being with me, for willing to stay with me despite my shortcomings. I know I’m not a perfect boyfriend, but you always encourage me to bring out the best version of myself. Just so you know, I don’t usually write this kind of letter what is it called? A love letter? I don’t know if it can be considered as a love letter though.

Again, I don’t know where I should start it off from. You have no idea how much I love you. Perhaps, I need to lend you my eyes, so you’ll know how insane you drive me. Truthfully, I don’t think I’ve ever loved someone the way I love you hence why this is all new to me. There are some sides of me that I haven’t shown to anyone, but you manage to embrace every and each side of it. I always love everything about you. Be it when you’re happy or even when you’re not feeling good yourself. I’ll always love you either way. I hope you’ll keep that in mind. I’m writing this letter because I’m missing you a little extra, so please wake up soon and love me again.

30 days have passed and my feelings for you didn’t change. Better to say that my love for you keeps increasing with each passing second. It’s still the same as ever like our first met and our first night, the night that leads us to become one. I’m glad I’ve found my happiness in the form of a person. I’m used to thinking it’s impossible for me to love someone until you came into my life. You make me happy and excited. Even a few hours without is hard. It feels like I want to keep you forever with me. I want to hold you and keep you safe in my embrace. Just the two of us. It’s us and no one else.

Do you know the scent of the baking bread that floods out the entire room right after we step into the bakery shop? It’s a sweet aroma that somehow smelled warm, as it would most likely resemble you in person. Your presence gives me warmth and comfort I know I’ve said it many times, and I’d never get tired to remind you of how much I love being around you. I love when you begin rambling on whatever you have in mind because I’ll always find you cute. On top of that, you’re so lively and vibrant no wonder everyone loves having you around. Well, I must say I’m the luckiest to have you. I want to be with you for a long time, as much as time allows us.

I guess I have to stop it right here because there is a lot I want to write about you, but I’m saving it for another occasion. See you, my babiest baby!

Happy first monthsary, sweetheart.

Sincerely Yours,

Edbert

[madmadmilk]

This might be kinda dumb and it’s ok if you’re not taking requests but if you ever do I’d love for you to consider this. I’m going through a really unexpected break up and honestly I’m having a pretty hard time. I’d love to read a short fic about Tom comforting y/n through a break up. I love your writing by the way. I check up on your blog almost daily. Keep it up 💕

hey! this isn’t dumb, but i’m sorry i took so long to reply. i hope you’re feeling better and seeing bluer & brighter skies. you’ll be okay! 💞 for now, please take time to enjoy the little things,, and this is for u 🌷

anything & everything

pairing: tom holland x reader

you’ve never really broken up with anyone before. no one as serious as this, at least. you always imagined there would be fighting words, kicking and screaming, a shower of rain to hide your tears, and twinkling city lights to wistfully look at in your pain. 

but there were none of those.

instead, the “break up” was crisp and concise and in the bright light of day. you both knew it had to happen. it had been a slow crack that grew bigger and bigger. a fire you both had tried to water and fan, only to burn it all down.

you both had seen it coming.

and that’s not all bad; sometimes life just pulls you apart. you go one way, and they the other. and you don’t always have to hate someone for making that choice, it’s their life after all–– and there’s so much to live, and see, and feel and love

but it still made you hurt.

the silence after the fact is what pained you the most… knowing that you shouldn’t contact them, no matter how much it wanted to. you both had to move on from this point, you had to let go. you could still be friends, but not now. not when it was so fresh.

so in the early morning, only 9 AM, you call someone you know would be up. (or rather, would get up for you)

“of course, of course–– no, don’t explain. i’ll be there, don’t worry. no! no, i’ll come pick you up. i have time–– all day. i’m free, don’t worry. i’ll be right there. gimme a sec––” his voice is groggy with sleep but full of sympathy. a wonder he could conjure up so much emotion within moments of waking up.

most people would be pissed, but tom was not “most people.”

you were always fond of tom, he’s always so friendly and his smile puts you at ease. he’s quick to tease you, but incredibly trustworthy. he’ll stand up for you, but also tell you the brutal truth. he doesn’t cut corners, but he’d speed over to comfort you in your time of need.

tom is just that kind of person.

the kind that shows up after a surprise call at 9 AM to pick you up from your now ex’s place, spare hoodie and water bottle in hand. he comes up to your door, guiding your hollow spirit to his car, helping you into your seat.

it’s at that moment when you realize how weak you felt. your knees buckled and you fell back against the leather, your fingers fumbled with the seatbelt, but he helped you wordlessly. your knuckles turned white as your gripped the strap across your chest.

he doesn’t speak until he’s sped off in a random direction. you couldn’t tell where, because of the tears that blurred your vision.

“what happened?” the words ripped through your strained composure

your mouth opened to speak, desperate to sort your emotions, but only a weird squeaky sob made way. you have to breathe–– probably taking ten minutes just to say anything intelligible–– but he gets it.

“we,,––hhic–– they said,–– t-they–– we broke up––” you shut your eyes as you say it, the finality of hearing yourself say it out loud. 

“it’s over”

“oh, no,” he says quietly. he reaches over to rub your shoulder, sparing you a sorry glance that you don’t see. “i’m so sorry.”

you nod. those were the only words he could give you, there was nothing to be spiteful or angry about. this was what had to run course.

after another ten minutes of sharp hiccups and groaning, you started to let yourself settle. you lean your head back while tom just drives, and watch the bright blue, cloudless sky as your eyes start to swell. your face was warm, and shoulders tense.

“this sucks,” you say out loud, voice cracked.

tom laughs softly, reaching out to touch your shoulder again. it felt nice. he slowed to a stop light, and sat back to look at you fully. there you notice he was wearing some dodgy sweatpants, a dark hoodie with a white shirt pulled down under it. his hair was a tangled mess, eyes ringed with dark circles. but he was still smiling gently, 

“i know.”

it was nice that he didn’t comfort you right away, that he wouldn’t smother you with pretty-nothings. it would be hard to believe at this point. instead he drove far, far away from all things familiar, and let your ramble about things you would probably all take back in a few days time.

he pulls into a parking lot, excusing himself for a second, and then coming back with  your favorite coffee order. he watches you sip it and smile slyly, when you realize he remembered. you thank him.

“don’t worry about it,” he comforts, “your order is easy to remember.”

“how so?”

“it’s the opposite of mine.”

and that makes you laugh, falling into a special sort of ease. you push your sticky hair off your face, taking another sip. tom plays his spotify wrapped playlist, and you tease him about his artist of the decade. he defends himself and lists their bops.  you listen as he fills the silence.

it’s nice.

you don’t exactly want to address the fresh wound, not yet at least. and tom understood that. right now, he was a distraction, and he understood that.

but he’s a good friend, you hope he understands that.

when the conversation falls to a lull, and you’re starting at the shaking, barren trees, tom offers,

“wanna step out? take a walk?”

“sure.”

you both step out of the car, maybe immediately regretting it because of the sharp chill–– but warm drinks in hand, it was enough. you laughed as he pulled his hood up, and protested when he tossed you a spare jacket–– though you put it on.

you walk towards shop buildings that weren’t yet open–– quiet, cold streets. you look down at your feet, and then are pulled

tom hugs your shoulders, pulling you to meet his side. he rubs his hands up and down your arm and shakes back and forth with funny steps. you look at him and he’s smiling goofy and apologetic.

the sight of him feeling sorry for you, makes you feel sorry for yourself and you start to tear up. he gets flustered and you laugh,

“god, tom, don’t make me cry! my tears are going to fucking freeze!”

“sorry, i’m sorry––” he whines, wiping your face roughly as you stop in the middle of the walkway. you duck away from him but he continues to rub your face, 

“–– these are gonna turn into fucking ice cubes––”

“tom!”

“ew, wait!–– don’t wipe your nose on that!”

“then, where the hell else–– you told me to wear this!”

you sniffle, your ribs aching with laughter. he holds your wrists lightly to stop you, but let go quickly. you hold your snotty sweater over your fingers and hold them against your face.

“thanks, tom. for coming out with me.”

he laughs, kicking his feet, “’didn’t really come out. kinda kidnapped you.”

you pull your hands down, crossing your arms and smiling the best you can, “well, thanks for being here with me.”

his head tilts, eyes crinkling genuinely, “don’t mention it.”

your lips press together, attempting to smile wider.

he nods, looking over you. he could see that you were going to be fine, that you were standing strong on your own two feet, your future clear and bright, your spirits ready to be lifted, you heart bruised, but intact–– he could see that it wouldn’t hurt for you to have someone to lean on.

tom approached you slowly, his arms held out. you didn’t move, not because you didn’t want to–– but it felt nice this way. 

he engulfs you in a hug, his arms going over your shoulders, his heads resting against yours, inviting you to lean against him. and you do. you smush your face against his shoulder.

his scent was unfamiliar, but incredibly warm.

he held you tight, rubbing your back and eventually swaying again. it was a way to say, “you can pull away at anytime, but i’m here for you.”

you don’t cry again, and instead hug him back with time. it was just a kind gesture you needed so badly. you didn’t want to feel like a burden, you didn’t want to be pitied, you didn’t want to be alone––

and tom gets that.

but sometimes you just gotta say it outright,

“thank you. you’re a really good friend, tom.” 

he pulls back, both your arms sliding off each other, his hands come to rest by holding your elbows. you lightly lay on his forearms. his smile is crooked, while his eyebrows twitch. he speaks more bluntly than he means,

“i’d do anything for you”

you crack a laugh, rubbing your nose,

“thanks? likewise.”

tom laughs gently alongside you, as you resume your walk. the wind is not quite as cold with tom beside you.

maybe it’s because he blocked it–– or because of the violent flush that ripped across him upon realizing that he confessed his buried feelings for you.

you miss the way he lovingly looks upon you, but that’s okay. he only wants you happy and warm–– no matter the means.

he’d do anything & everything.

💞

[bloodandfire-kennyhickeyfanfic]

Chapter 13 - Somewhere In My Dreams

*CONTAINS SOME SEXUAL CONTENT-READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED*

Seattle Washington, December 22 1994

The overcast light of early winter in Seattle lights up our room in a blue-grey hue. I slowly stretch and feel him snake his arm around me, pulling me closer into him. I then feel him brush my curls off my shoulder as his lips gently brush across the back of my neck sending shivers down my spine.

"Hi," He says with his voice raspy from sleeping and god damn did it ever sound sexy.

"Hey," I exhale as his lips move to my earlobe and his fingers trail to my nipple.

"I was having the most amazing dream about you," He says huskily in my ear.

"Really?" I say sleepily.

"Uh huh,"

"What was it about?" I ask and I feel him press himself up against my backside, feeling his incredible hardness as I bite my bottom lip.

"It was spring... we were outside in the woods...underneath a huge oak tree...your beautiful body laying completely naked on a blanket and you were... touching yourself in the most erotic way..."

"Where were you?" I ask innocently as I play along, his fingers still playing with my nipple as I arch my back to him, pressing my backside against him knowing it is driving him crazy.

"Watching you... as you were playing... you were biting your lip and trying so hard to cum," He purrs with his voice now full of lust, driving me crazy. I turn myself over to face him, throwing my thigh over his hip and he immediately moves his lips down to my nipple, flicking his tongue and gently nipping, his beard tickling me as he sucks my nipple. I let out a shaky sigh as I reach down and take the length of him in my hand, feeling how extremely hard he is and squeezing him a little.

"Did I cum?" I sigh as his tongue flicks my nipple, his hand moving down in between my thighs, his fingers finding my clit and stroking me so gently in the most perfect way, making me bite my lip and move my hips responding to his touch.

"Not yet baby... but I'll get you there,"

"Chris..."

*****

I slowly wake and I was back in my own room, alone in complete darkness. I turn to see the alarm clock on my bedside table and see that it was only 3:23am.  As much as I felt extremely horny after that dream, I suddenly started to feel lonely and heartbroken all over again.

A dream about Chris? What the fuck?

I lay there staring up at the ceiling for a few moments and then turn over onto my side, grabbing the spare pillow and I hold it tight against me. It's been months without him so why in the fuck would I now just have a dream about him.

God, he was so gorgeous in my dream though. His body so warm and smooth, soft but holding me firmly, his beautiful dark curls passed his shoulders like he used to have, his perfectly trimmed beard and those amazing blue eyes that captivated me right from the beginning. Those eyes that would caress my every curve, making me feel like I was the only one for him, and those lips. I used to love sucking on that bottom lip of his. The way his lips would kiss every inch of my body -

-No Andrea, this is stupid. I'm in love with Kenny now. I'm supposed to be flying to New York this morning to stay with Kenny for the holidays so why all of a sudden now am I missing the one person who gave up on me faster than you could shake a stick at?

I held the pillow tighter to my chest in hopes that I would just fall back to sleep. After what seemed like hours, I turn and glance at the alarm clock once more.

"Urgh," I groan as I see it was now only 4:13am. This is going to be a long day.

Seattle -Tacoma International Airport

It was a few hours later and I arrived at the airport for my flight to New York a little early, so I decided to grab some breakfast in the airport restaurant while I wait.

I grab a little table by the window with a view of the runway and order some food. Once the waitress comes back with my coffee first, I glance up and I swear I thought my heart was going to drop and roll out on to the restaurant floor.

I see Chris walking in through the restaurant with a duffle bag over his shoulder, in his black jacket that has the flag print on the back, a dark army green button up shirt and his blue jeans. His hair is spiky but curly at the same time with that perfectly trimmed beard and those incredible blue eyes that I could see from where I was sitting. He pats his chest as he tries to find his wallet, then reaches around into his back pocket to pull it out.

I'm not exactly sure why but I just couldn't stop watching him. When I had that meeting with Susan back in the summer time to dissolve the contract between Soundgarden and I, it was hard to be in the same room as him. I couldn't even look at him without feeling like I was falling apart. I don't know if it was that dream I has last night or what but, now I'm finding it hard to take my eyes off him.

He quickly checks his wallet and as he stuffs it back into his back pocket, he glances up and his eyes find mine. I suddenly felt flustered and quickly looked away, feeling my heart pound inside my chest as if it was hammering to get out. I take a sip of my water as I flip my dark curls out of my face and desperately wait for the waitress to come back with my food when out of the corner of my eye, I see him walking towards my table.

No, no... no god no.

"Andi...?"

I finish taking a sip of my water and look up to see him standing at my table with a sweet grin on his face.

"Hi," I say shyly and he smiles at me. I felt completely awkward as I had no idea what to do next.

"Hi," He says sweetly back. Apparently he felt just as awkward as I did. I set my coffee down and instead of making it even more awkward, I stand up from my chair and move over to him and embrace him in a hug. Chris wraps his arms around me for a few moments and I could smell his fresh cologne. A part of me really misses that scent so much.

"Sorry, I uh... just haven't seen you in a while..." I say as I pull away from him wondering if I should've even given him a hug in the first place.

"No, Andi... it's alright," Chris says sweetly as I feel his eyes glance over me.

"How are you?" I ask.

"I'm alright... same old shit just... different day y'know?" He smiles. After a couple of moments of silence I figured I should ask him to sit down with me. He takes my offer and we sit down at my table while I still wait for my breakfast. I offer to get the waitress to come back for him to order a coffee but he declines.

"You um... going away... er something?" I say awkwardly again.

Well of course he is Andrea, his is in an airport after all.

"Uh, yea... we have a show tonight in Vegas so, I'm catching the early fight. You know I like to be early," He smiles and I smile shyly back.

"Yea," I say quietly and take another sip of my coffee.

"You uh, going away for the holidays?" Chris asks as he glances down at my luggage bag on the floor beside my chair.

"Uh, yea... I am actually," I smile and the waitress comes back with my food.

"You sure you don't want anything?" I ask as the waitress waits for Chris to make a decision.

"Um, yea maybe just a coffee... uh, black please,' Chris says as the waitress nods and heads back to grab him his coffee.

"So um... you headed back home for the holidays?" Chris asks once the waitress comes back with his coffee and he takes a sip.

"Um... no just taking a little trip," I say as he flicks his blue eyes to mine.

"I um... heard you were working with Pantera... that had to have been crazy," Chris says.

"Yea, that was amazing. Crazy is a nice way of putting it though... but oh my god it was really so fucking cool to work with them," I beam and Chris chuckles.

"Like a dream come true, huh?" Chris says.

"Oh my god, it was. They were so sweet too... the picked on me a lot... not in a bad way though but Dime was so sweet the entire time,"

"Type O Negative was opening on that same tour right?" Chris asks taking another sip of his coffee and for some reason I felt a pang of resentment, or hurtfulness, some sort of feeling I couldn't quite describe.

"Uh, yea... yea they were," I say and take a bite of my food.

"That's awesome though... two of your favorite bands that you got to work for on one tour -"

"Chris,"

" - I mean... that seems like such a crazy tour... and you would've got to meet Kenny Hickey... I know how much of a fan you were -are -or -"

"Chris,"

"You're still seeing Kenny right? I mean Kim mentioned it sort of flippantly a few months ago but he didn't say anything. Is it serious or is it -?"

"Chris!" I cut him off again and drop my fork on my plate.

"What?" He asks innocently as if I didn't know what he was trying to do. I let out a long sigh as we sit there for a few moments listening to the mumbling of random conversations from the other guests in the airport restaurant. Chris exhales and glances down at his coffee for a moment.

"Look, I wasn't trying to pry or anything... I was just making conversation," Chris flicks his blue eyes to mine again but I wasn't sure if he really was just trying to make conversation or not.

"Um... yea... yea I'm still seeing Kenny," I say quietly after a few moments as I look down at my plate and play with my fork. I never really intended on letting Chris know that but it's not like I could hide it given the fact that Kim already said something even though he said he wouldn't mention anything to Chris. Not like I care anyways. Chris and I aren't together anymore.

"Well, that's good... that's good. He uh... seems like a really cool guy," Chris says awkwardly as she shifts in his seat and takes the last sip of his coffee.

"Yea, he is pretty cool," I smile at the thought of Kenny even though I suddenly felt bad that I admitted I was dating someone else, but I shouldn't feel bad. I'm with someone who wants to be with me and that's more than I could say for Chris.

"You seeing anyone?" I ask as I take the last bite of my food and set my fork down on my plate.

"Me? No... not really... not seriously anyways. I don't have time to really. This tour's kicking my ass so I basically just... you know, keep myself busy with my music and stuff," Chris sighs.

"I'm sorry,"

"What for?" He asks confused.

"I don't know... it just felt like the right thing to say?" I grimace and Chris laughs. I miss his laugh sometimes. I feel his eyes glance over me as I flip my curls out of my face again as the waitress comes back to take my plate and leaves me the bill.

"Here," Chris says as he pulls out his wallet.

"No, no it's ok I got it," I say as I reach into my bag, my curls falling down in my face.

"Too late, I already put the cash in there," He says and flips the bill folder closed.

"Chris," I look up at him pushing my curls behind my ear and he just smirks at me.

"I uh, gotta run... my flight should be boarding anytime now... but um... it was good to see you Bab - er Andi," He catches himself for a second as he stands up from his seat and I could feel my heart flutter at the fact that he almost called me 'baby' like he used to.

"Um, yea me too actually," I say as I zip up my bag and rise from my chair. I smooth out my Behemoth band shirt, ironically the one that I got the first time I took Chris to see Behemoth back in '88. Fuck that was a lifetime ago. I adjust my leather jacket and sling my bag over my shoulder as I grab a luggage bag from beside my chair. I flip my curls out of my face as I look up at him and he glances at me just like he used to do, those beautiful blue eyes that seem to look right through me, knowing every part of me and somewhere deep down inside I know I still love him.

"See you later Andrea," Chris says sweetly after a few moments of us just looking at each other and he turns and walks away from me, his Doc Marten's thudding against the restaurant tile floor.

"Yea... see ya," I say quietly more to myself than to anyone else as I watch him walk away, feeling this incredible longing for him and wanting to scream at him that I still love him and that I made a mistake when I left him all those months ago.

No, Andrea you're in love with Kenny! Kenny Hickey remember?!

I shake my head out of my reverie and glance up at the clock on the wall over the restaurant bar. My flight was leaving in about an hour so I adjust myself to get my bearings again and make my way to the terminal.

New York, here I come.

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EXO Reaction when they ask you to be their girlfriend

I was like 99.9% sure this was already done but I couldn’t find it xD Anyways, if it’s there... we are going to have two now xD It’s a little bit long tho. Xo,

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Chanyeol:

You wouldn’t expect it, it would probably catch you by surprise. He had told you he had been working on something new, a new project very very important. You didn’t want to bother so of course you let him spend tons of hours in his studio, doing what he does best, composing. Little you know that the new project was about you; it was for you. You were going home, stuck in the traffic when you heard his voice on the radio. It didn’t surprise you because you knew today was the release date, but you didn’t expect what the song said, nor what he asked. “I know she’s listening right now, so I want to take this opportunity to tell her how I truly feel, how much I really want to be together with her...”

Sehun:

It is kind of unusual seeing him so nervous and worried when you two are having dinner. It’s kind of confusing seeing him a little bit sweaty and quiet. He’s never quiet, he’s always smiling and making jokes. But tonight it feels different, feels kind of... well.. serious. The thought of proposing-ring-marriage kind of crossed your mind, but you know even him wouldn’t go that fast. Yet you weren’t so far from guessing, he was waiting for the dessert... dessert that he had ordered specially for you. I came with a long letter, a letter that as you read realized was a confession. For the first time Oh Sehun was out of words, he was too nervous to even say hi, but as he took your hand and you muttered yes, the whole world changed. The smiley boy came back. “I know this was different than my usual self... but this is how you make me feel, you take me out of my comfort zone, you drive me crazy jagi... I love you, so much”

Tao:

You weren’t sure why he had been so quiet that night, why instead of smiling and joking and even asking you to dance, he had stayed at the table watching you with the boys. It was a little bit odd, something you had never seen on him and it troubled you. For a moment you thought you had done something wrong. But as he opened the car door for you, leading you to the front door of your house, he stopped you before you could go inside. “I’m sorry Y/N... this was supposed to be a fun night... and I ruined it. The truth is that... I couldn’t stand it... the mere thought of you being with someone else... I was angry.. at myself, for making you wait so long. You deserve the whole world... and I’ll try to give it to you, so... would you be my girlfriend?” 

Kai:

Every moment with him is special, every time you see him your heart speeds up. And the same goes for him, you drive him crazy. The mere thought of you being with someone else is unbearable. He can’t think properly, he can’t breathe if you aren’t close, he can’t continue if you aren’t his. You don’t know exactly how he feels because he tends to keep it all by himself, that’s why it surprises you how he suddenly asked you to be his girlfriend. It seemed like unplanned, something that came with the wind, but the truth is that it had been on his mind for a while now. “I was just too nervous to... I didn’t know how you felt... I was scared of... but now, you belong to me. And I belong to you”

Xiumin:

It had been a little weird when he asked you to runaway for one day. It was definitely not something he would do, yet there you were, sitting together watching the waves of the sea. It feel nice and warm, special and intimate, a moment that only belonged to the two of you, a memory you never want to forget. Shyly he took your hand in his and kissed the back of it. “You know Y/N, I want each day to be like this with you, I want the rest of our lives to be as special as today was. I want to spend it with you, to make you happy, to be by your side forever. Just like today... I want the whole world to be our home, as long as you are in my arms”

Baekhyun:

He would be very nervous, yet you wouldn’t be able to notice it. He has it all figured out, he stayed up until very late, preparing the last details of his plan. Maybe he wouldn’t do something so elaborated but definitely something that will melt your heart. He might be all smiles and jokes but when it comes to the heart, he shows his serious and passionate side. “Y/N? I don’t think there’s another way to ask but... would you be my girlfriend?”

Luhan:

“You see Y/N... I know you would have preferred a face to face confession... but I was too anxious... to nervous... I couldn’t even sleep... I had prepared this perfect date... made a lot of plans but I can’t wait for it anymore. I have to ask it now, can’t wait to come back after the tour is over. I have to know... do you feel like me? Do... do you love me the way I love you? Do you... want me to be your boyfriend... just like I want you to be mine?”

Chen:

He’s more traditional than some of the other boys, he loves hearts and sweets and roses and hearts. And that’s exactly what he does. You know you are going on a date with him, kinda feel it’s more special like the others, but you could never imagine what he had prepared for you. He not only cooked dinner, but also worked so hard to find the perfect garden with perfect illumination and flowers that would blow your mind. Everything about it was perfect, the stars, the moon, the weather, the scent of the plants, the food, his arms... his lips near your ear whispering “Would you... give me the honor of being your boyfriend?”

Kyungsoo:

Perfect clothes, perfect smile, perfect night, perfect giggles and shy kisses. It had all to be perfect, perfect for the girl that stole his heart. To say he had planned everything isn’t enough, he went to buy everything, to find everything he needed for that night. He even made a playlist with the songs he knew you loved the most. It was unbelievable how much he knew about you, how much you two were alike. Of course he was nervous, of course the idea of you saying no scared him. But he continued, he gave his best for his girl, he made that night perfect. “You always say you love when I smile... but the truth is that the only reason as to why I smile.. is you”

Lay:

It was kind of weird seeing some random guy dressed as Robin Hood or whatever near your building. It certainly caught your attention when he walked in and somehow disappeared before you reached the elevator. You almost forgot about that funny guy, but some arrow landed near your feet before you got inside your apartment. As you read the note it contained you realized it wasn’t some random guy, it was him... your boy.. dressing as your hero to ask the girl that drives him crazy out. Before you could say anything, Lay appeared behind you waiting for your answer, before he gave you a movie-like kiss. “Say... would you be my partner in crime, the girl that is saved by the hero, would you be my girlfriend?”

Suho:

Why were a lot of boxes in your living room? Probably Suho’s doing. Why was there a not for you to open them all at the moment? Probably he had a surprise for you. Yet... why the rush? You could do that later that night or something... To be fair, you wanted to know what was inside of all of them, so you did as you were told. You found many things, cute, beautiful, weird, delicious, of all shapes and colors, textures and sizes. Still you couldn’t quite understand why so many presents, it wasn’t your birthday yet. As you finished opening the last one, Suho came from the kitchen with one more box. You were kinda tired to open another one but he insisted and you couldn’t say no to that puppy face. To be honest you weren’t waiting for it, the box looked heavy but it wasn’t. For a moment you thought it was a bracelet or a key chain, but he had already given those to you. The curiosity was too strong so you opened it and found a letter inside of it. Maybe it’s a prank, you thought. You were used to the boys’ pranks, but this time it wasn’t, it was the real thing. “I wanted to distract you... didn’t want you to see it coming, didn’t want to be too obvious... but now it’s time for me to ask you the real thing. Would you be my girlfriend Y/N?”

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