#if u saw me type meaning twice.. no u didn't..

[spaceratprodigy]

speaking of plans for 2024

after the holidays when things start calming down a bit I'm gonna make a new/better commission post and start promoting comms more frequently again!

If that were of interest to anyone or if anyone wants me to let them know when I'm ready to take comms again. Thank you to those who commissioned me this year btw! Those are some of my favorite pieces I've gotten to work on :]

Also reminder for myself to go through/clean up/be better at promoting my ko-fi bc I've been neglecting it for months along w my other social media accs and I don't think many people besides old friends realize I have a tip jar and draw rewards

[yongvillage]

hi slaterrr <3 i love ur works, ur talented bb, i had a thought or two about dejun if ur interested

xiaojun who’s a loser and keeps to himself mostly, nerdy nd gets picked on, but jerks off to your pics when he’s alone, stealing ur sweatshirt that u left in class and stroking himself in his room to the scent of u… stuff like that :3 i just know he’ll be giddy when he gets his hands on u too

(ps, do u do emoji anons? if so, could i be 🩰 anon? if not, that’s perfectly fine too xx)

AHHH hii anon, im so happy u like my works this ask means sm to me tyyyy 🥲💘

also i have been thinking abt doing emoji anons so congrats !!! ur the first one hehe 🩰

this one turned out a little longer than usual but i js had too much fun with this ask LOL i love loser dejun

ⓘ nerd!xiaojun, perversion, mating press, unprotected sex

you'd always see loser!xiaojun near your locker, peeking over his textbooks as he would frantically push his glasses up and look away nervously when you walked by.

he wasn't the loud or outgoing type, instead, he liked to watch from a distance. he'd savor the moment, admiring how effortlessly beautiful you were before the inevitable happened. before the same group of jocks would come by and knock his belongings out of his hands, yelling out ludicrous and malicious insults as they walked away. you'd always turn your back before you saw, though, paying him no mind as he scrambled to pick up his countless books.

thankfully, you only had one class with him, grateful that you didn't have to spend too much time around that creep. you'd heard rumors, about how he supposedly stalked girls around school and spied through their windows. they sounded a little foolish, but it was better to be safe than sorry, so you kept your distance.

as class finished up, you quickly packed all your things in your backpack, getting out of your seat, and you were in such a rush you forgot your sweatshirt. it sat idly on your desk, and xiaojun almost jumped out of excitement as he saw you exit the room for good, eyeing you, and then the sweatshirt.

he stalled for a bit, taking extra long to pack up his own things as he waited for everyone to pour out. once he felt the coast was clear, he snatched the sweatshirt, the scent of you already making him slightly delirious. he tripped on his own feet as he hastily ran out of the classroom, eager to go home.

he'd waste no time, shutting his bedroom door as he sat at his desk, pulling his pants down all the way to his ankles. his dick was flushed and leaking copious amounts of precum, and xiaojun wondered what you'd say, or what you'd do, if you were here. he pictured you watching him stroke his hard cock as he pressed your sweatshirt tightly against his nose, greedily inhaling the smell of your perfume, bodywash, and everything else your assumedly smoothe and supple skin had to offer his senses.

xiaojun swore he'd came in less than 30 seconds, the quickest he'd ever finished. but he didn't stop there, he didn't stop for the next three hours until his unknowing mother called him down for dinner.

-

it wasn't until two weeks later in the library when your friends dared you to talk to him, proclaiming that he'd "probably piss his pants the minute you came in a 6 feet radius of him." you laughed, shrugging their comments off as you casually walked up to him. his head was buried in a textbook, his hand hurriedly scratching down notes.

"hey."

xiaojun didn't hear you, seemingly too focused on his studying. you tapped him on the shoulder twice.

"hello?"

his head shot up, and his face turned red and sweaty in an instant as he became frenzied, his hands scattering across the table as he began shutting books and putting stuff away in his backpack. he stood up, clasping his hands in front of his crotch.

"h-hi," he pushed up his glasses, yet his eyes never once met yours. you almost felt bad, ignoring your friend's giggling behind you.

suddenly an idea came over you, smirking as you spoke, "would you wanna come over to my place tonight?"

xiaojun's wide eyes finally looked up at your face, before quickly looking back down again.

"f-for what? um, if you'd like homework answers i-i could just message them to you."

you chuckled, "no, i meant, like, have sex."

xiaojun chokes, going into a full blown cough attack. you stared patiently as his coughs died down and he looked back at you, droplets of sweat beginning to form on his temples and neck.

"w-what?"

"i mean, unless you don't want to, that's totally fine too," you tested, bititng back a smile as you watched how xiaojun's eyes grew even wider.

"no!" he yelled suddenly, a few other people in the library whipping their heads around to shush the two of you.

"so, i guess that's a yes?" you asked coyly

xiaojun nodded frantically, "y-yeah, i would like to have, um..."

"it's okay, you can say it."

"s-sex. i would like to have sex with you."

you gave him a proud smile, winking once before whispering in his ear, "i'll meet you outside the library after school. you can walk me to your house."

-

the walk to xiaojun’s house was amusing for you, and painful for xiaojun. you had told him to lead the way, and it was relatively silent, with xiaojun periodically lifting his eyes to look at you and seeing that you were already looking at him, thriving off of his shyness. he held his textbooks tightly over his crotch, hiding how hard he was.

a million scenarios played out in his head of what he would do to you once you two arrived, but when the time actually came, he just stood there. xiaojun had never felt like such a stranger in his own room.

you plopped onto the edge of his bed, eyeing him with your legs crossed as you leaned back on your hands.

as soon as you gave him permission to touch you though, it was like letting a dog out of it’s cage. xiaojun quickly got started on undoing his pants, pulling them down to his knees.

you suppressed a moan at the sight, bringing a hand down to rub at your clothed clit.

“fuck, just let me finger myself first, need to get myself stretched out for you,” you spoke in a sultry tone, sliding your shorts down your legs and spreading your legs open as he resumed to touch yourself.

xiaojun watched in awe, and you stared curiously as he hadn’t seemed to touch himself, not even once.

you giggled airily, “it’s okay, you can touch yourself.”

xiaojun shook his head quickly, “c-can’t.”

you looked up at him, your middle and index finger inching towards your wet hole as you started fingering yourself slowly.

“ah, and why’s that?” you moaned through your words, your fingers picking up the pace.

“i-i’ll cum too quick,” xiaojun gritted out, his hands balling up at his sides. you laughed at his self restraint, being quickly interrupted by a moan as you tipped your head back when your fingers curled inside you.

“mm, s-so well behaved,” you panted, peeking at xiaojun. your words and actions clearly took a toll on him, his red and sweaty face bringing you near your orgasm.

it only took a few more seconds before you came. your hips spasmed and legs trembled as you gave your clit one last, soothing rub, before reaching up to tug on xiaojun’s cock.

he grunts, his hands hesitantly resting on your knees as you did all the work, aligning his leaky tip to your entrance. xiaojun lost all self control in that moment, just the simple touch of your hot hole causing his hips to slam forward, knocking the wind out of you.

“shit,” he whispers out, almost strangled as he stared down at where the two of you met.

“m-move, xiaojun, please,” you panted out, hands coming to grip onto the back of your knees.

your words set off like a trigger to a gun in xiaojun’s mind, his hands suddenly slapping yours away and putting you into a mating press, his hips snapping into you at a brutal pace.

you looked up at xiaojun’s face, beads of sweat traveling down his cheeks and sideburns. the both of you were breatheless, hyperventilating at xiaojun’s newfound, animalistic thrusts.

“fuck, s-slow.. slow down, ah!” you moaned, your nails ripping at xiaojun’s navy sheets. his dick poked you in all the right places, and his crushing weight left you choking on your moans.

it looked like xiaojun wanted to say something, but all that came out was incoherent murmurs of curses and proclamations of how good you felt. his glasses fogged up and began sliding down his face, one of his hands coming off of the back of your knee to quickly slide them back up to the top of his nose bridge.

“you think about this? think about fucking me like this?” you managed to choke out, a lazy smile plastered on your face as you brought your hands up to xiaojun’s shoulders, nails raking up and down his back.

“fuck, s-so much,” he panted, mouth hanging open as his hips crashed onto the back of your thighs, hands grasping and kneading the plush of them, “y-you don’ even know…”

you whimpered at xiaojun’s words, your stomach beginning to twist and turn as your moans got especially loud, signaling that you were close.

xiaojun’s stutters and spurs, the only words you were able to make out being cum. you hummed contentedly.

“please let me cum in you, p-please, need to, need to cum i-inside,” he rambled unintelligibly, his thrusts growing sloppy and untimed.

you nodded wordlessly, too weak and spent to give him a spoken answer. you were on birth control anyway, and the thought of xiaojun pulling out now made you unsatisfied.

suddenly, all at once, both you and xiaojun cum at the same time. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, back arching off of the bed as your limbs trembled. pants and moans echoed throughout his room, and you whined at the sticky, hot cum flooding your cunt. but before you had any time to recover, xiaojun turns you over on your stomach, his ruthless pace picking back up, giving you no time to even breathe.

a black, stained sweater at the front of xiaojun’s bed catches your eye, and you can’t shake off the feeling of how familiar it looked.

@yongvillage | ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

[asiandra-dash]

Hi i saw u wanna rewrite akikasa hcs PLEASE WRITE ME SOME I BEG /nf /lh

HJKJSKDKHS AKIKASA anyways I was referring to a short story I wrote a while ago but THIS!!! IS (I think) MY FIRST AKIKASA RELATED ASK!!!! I MUST WRITE!!!!!! All I have to do is figure out which thoughts are based on canon and which ones are AUs-

I took 18 days to finally post this because I kept getting ideas and had to force myself to stop because this is way too long 888 words man this ain't fanfiction also if this is illegible I'm sorry none of my headcanon posts will ever be organized no beta or read more we die like my grades after my orchestra field trip

Starting with basic shit Akito is SO so in denial about his feelings and when he's finally fed up with it he chucks it down to infatuation (It is not)

And Tsukasa is an oblivious idiot to everything even though he has a stupid crush on this ginger he just refuses to say anything because he still thinks Akito despises his guts

My guy every little bit of physical contact you make with carrot head makes him look like color hex #ff0000 RGB 255, 0, 0 how do you not notice this

Tsukasa fell first, and they both fell harder >:)

You know Tsukasa'a 1* card where Akito saved the poor man from a spider or something that's when it happened Tsukasa didn't know at first cause like haha who the hell falls in love with someone over something so small I barely even know the guy

If Akito confessed first, after a long moment of awkward silence and Akito wishing the floor would eat him alive, Tsukasa is suddenly hugging him and crying (That's a yes btw)

If Tsukasa confessed first, it would take a bit (probably a few days or weeks) but eventually Akito with the support of everyone finally accepts his feelings for Tsukasa (He didn't tell anyone about the confession btw it was probably Akiyama or one of Tsukasa's friends that told everyone also the threat of Rui was probably another reason he couldn't deny lmao)

Every date, and I mean EVERY SINGLE DATE, Tsukasa will always bring or buy some cheesecakes or pancakes for Akito

And if he doesn't the next time he brings lunch for Akito he'll bring him more cheesecake than he usually does to make up for it

When Tsukasa found out Akito's favorite flowers were sunflowers, he sometimes brings one for him too :D

Tsukasa probably got a pair of sunflower clip-on earrings too (Or whatever they're called)

Tsukasa loves to tackle hug Akito and it never fails to make the ginger laugh <3

Tsukasa borrows Akito's jackets a lot (At least twice a week).

Akito complains about it but let's be honest he loves it when he gets it back and all he smells on it is Tsukasa's scent

Tsukasa loves giving gifts to Akito even if there's no special occasion, usually some type of jewelry like earrings and the next day Akito's most likely wearing it

Obviously, they invite each other to their shows, and sometimes their other bandmates too

During WxS shows Akito's supportive and is internally loud but during VBS concerts Tsukasa is HOLLERING Akito's name and singing along if he knows the lyrics it's embarrassing but if you look closely enough you can tell it hypes up Akito a little more and he tries even harder (An has taken note of this and teases him nonstop about it)

Neither of them are a huge fan of PDA but if you stare long enough you'll probably miss a sneaky little kiss when you blink

That or if Tsukasa's in a really good mood he'll practically cling to Akito (Which is like 50% of the time tbh)

That one post I made on my side blog is real and so is the first tag

Yes Ena and Saki are supportive but holy shit Akito wants to fucking strangle Ena whenever she brings it up (This applies to An too)

Tsukasa helps Akito be more open with his feelings and Akito helps Tsukasa deal with negativity better

Around people, Akito still treats Tsukasa how he would (if Tsukasa isn't being clingy) but once they're alone Akito acts like he's touch starved and refuses to leave Tsukasa alone

Akito sometimes helps Tsukasa with practicing for his shows. He's obviously not as good but he's trying and Tsukasa appreciates his efforts

Tell Akito to say wonderhoy and he'll look at you like you're fucking insane but have Tsukasa tell him and he'll say it as unenthusiastically as he can manage

And then Tsukasa will look at him all :((( and Akito does it with more energy and "jesus fucking christ the things I do to make Tsukasa happy" (It's just a wonderhoy idk why you're so pissed /hj)

I do not understand Japanese and I am not caught up on that one event story with furry Akito so correct me if I'm wrong (about the italicized part) but before Akito gets over his fear of dogs Tsukasa always made sure they would steer clear of them and if one suddenly appeared this blond pink theatre kid is going to protect his pathetic fucking boyfriend with his life

Rui: Is that a hickey? | Tsukasa: No! It’s just a mosquito bite. | Akito, walking into the room: Hey, guys. | Rui: Hi, mosquito.

Whenever one of them stays up really late when staying over. the other tries to convince them to go to bed and cuddle/snuggle with them and it works.

Tsukasa practically begs meanwhile, if possible, Akito hugs Tsukasa from behind and basically just collapses onto him half asleep mumbling into his ear (Can you tell I'm tired it's 1 AM and I got 3 hours of sleep yesterday I'm running off of a power nap rn)

Obviously, Tsukasa can't do anything with Akito like that so he basically carries Akito to the room of whoever they're staying at

Akikasa supremacy WHO'S WITH ME AKIKASA!!!!!!! (I'm dying on a hill please)

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[akoo9]

Pardon me if this sounds stupid by any means.

If somebody hit their head and lost the memory of childhood trauma, would they be free from it? I'm talking about Yashiro, who is in his 40s now already. I've learnt that trauma fucks up people in their brain, which they have no control over. In order to survive trauma, the primitive part of the brain aka the limbic system is on the run, if my memory serves me right. If external stimuli trigger anything relevant to the trauma, signals are sent to both cerebral cortex and the limbic brain, but the limbic reacts way faster than the cerebral cortex for the sake of survival, which results in involuntary reactions. In Yashiro's case, he's torn between his unconditioned responses - retch and repulse against gentle care during sex, and his sincere desire to embrace it. This coping mechanism is pretty much hard-wired in his brain, so even if he didn't remember anything, his limbic system would still work the same old way?

I oftenly choose to answers questions in two ways to give who asks what they need to understand quickly

This ask here questioning if yashiro lost his memory in the pretime skip will he reacts to what causes him trauma?or he doesn’t recognise them since he lost memory

Short answer is yes….he will react even after losing his memory.

And for longer answer, losing memory doesn’t mean in (most)cases that the trauma been caused also would lost too….in fact those who lose memory struggles more than those who remember their own trauma….bcz when we had already identified what caused us trauma human naturally avoid it and b careful…..but those who gone thru any type of memory lose will suffer more bcz they don’t remember if this hurt them or not….i will b more specific to ur question and say bcz yashiro’s trauma is so heavy he actually forgot some of it ,his brain separates his past life and current life….patients with heavy trauma usually describe it as they lived twice bcz they forgot their past wether intentionally or not…..so yes yashiro has high possibility that his brain already was experiencing memory loss, and as reference (when it was raining and he saw doumeki’s roof he thought he was at his own house when he was younger) some ppl described this more in details but the medical explanation for this is that he’s possibly already gone with some memory lose long time before the hirata incident…we fear most what we can’t recognise so if yashiro got confirmed from the writer thru the story that he gone thru some memory lose then yashiro must b going really thru another traumatic experience rn…..the experience to b prone to old trauma triggers and irritants that he himself unable to see or understand

Thank u for reading🌸

[phoenixwatchesmovies]

What I'm Watching: Speedrun Edition

*shrug* I kinda forgot. I was kinda overwhelmed. Here's everything I watched in August and September with my thoughts on it in three sentences or less.

The Last Voyage of the Demeter

I was not disappointed. I fucked up by not seeing this in a theater setting. It will have its own post when I get around to watching it again.

House On Haunted Hill (the original)

Silly, goofy, completely unserious, and a total banger. I've been meaning to watch more classic movies in general, and you can't go wrong with Vincent Price.

Saved!

This aged a lot better than I would have assumed, based on the terse description on Prime, and thus proved the old adage.

The Birds

Ok, I know I just said I wanted to watch more classics and you don't get more classic than Hitchcock, but how did this manage to feel slower and more uneventful than movies that are longer and have less action?

Suck It Up

Quiet but emotional indie flick about grief and regret that felt like what a non-horror Mike Flanagan project might look like. So obviously, I liked it.

Killer Klowns From Outer Space

Garish, fluorescent, live-action cartoon acid trip of a movie. I love the vibe and the aesthetic, and I want to watch this with a group of friends. It seems like that type of movie.

Tucker and Dale Vs. Evil

You know I love this one. Moving on.

House of 1000 Corpses

Easiest way to describe this is, if Texas Chain Saw Massacre was less serious and more horny. As I put it to my sister, I feel like if you put this movie under a black light, you might not like what you saw.

Overboard (the remake)

If you didn't even know there was a remake, that makes two of us. The gender swap threw me off and I don't know if it was meant to be different for the sake of it or to make the premise a little less :/ but if it's that last one, it didn't work. Regardless, it did what a rom com is supposed to do and gave all the fun and fluffy feels.

Over The Garden Wall

Mandatory seasonal viewing. It looks the way I wish fall still felt. How does a show that came out in 2014 and I've only seen twice feel so nostalgic?

And of course, hours upon hours upon h o u r s of Sailor Moon. Will I do better about keeping up with these posts next month? Who knows. We'll find out together.

[dreamifics]

Love and Monsters

Steve Harrington x Reader!Henderson

Oneshot

Y/N Henderson's life was not like any other normal teenager's life, on a very young age her only friends was her brother, Dustin and his friends.. She was not popular in highschool, but she was not a nobody neither.. Y/N was just invisible, lost in the sea of students.. She was almost through highschool though, one day her life was turned upside down, literally and figuratively.. It's been months since the 'thing' happend, but she was still shaken up.

Y/N was laying in bed, My Generation blasting from her stereo.. She was home alone, her mother was out with some friends, her brother was hanging out with 'King Steve'.. Ever since Steve helped them about Dart, she grew closer to Steve but their short lived friendship ended when Dustin left for camp and Steve worked on their family business while she was stuck preparing herself for college.. Y/N misses Steve, his unfunny jokes and oh god--his laugh..

A loud knock startled her, she shot up from her bed, memories of what happend was flashing back to her.. Despite what she tells her friend, she was not okay.. She almost died twice and that opened up trauma's and issues within herself..

Another loud knock startled her, Y/N shakes her head and just ran to the door.. Reaching their front door, her icy hands made contact with the cold steel knob..

It revealed a disheveled Dustin and Steve, she could tell that there were excitement dripping all over them.. Steve was still wearing his sailor work uniform, he looked cute to Y/N but she once threw that thought in the back of her mind..

"What's up?" She questioned the two.

Dustin just smiled and pushed pass her, while Steve was reluctant to go in.. Steve avoided Y/N for almost the whole summer because of the daunting realization that he was catching feelings for her and that scared him.. Y/N was the kind of girl that likes to watch nerdy movies, spend hours playing games with a bunch of kids and save the world two times.. However, Steve was scared, he was still stuck in the unjustified rules of highschool and popularity. . He still wanted to be 'King Steve', but he also wanted to be Y/N's..

"Nice outfit, sailor boy.." Y/N winked and laughs at Steve, he just shakes his head and went inside their house..

Steve made his way to Dustin's room with Y/N right behind him, but before reaching Dustin's room, he passed Y/N's room.. He unconsciously stopped as he looks around, observing every corner of her room.

There were posters plastered all over her walls, books were all around her room in her bed, shelves and even floors.. In the other side she had a small collection of music that made Steve smile.. Because they had the exact same taste, she is the perfect girl.

"If you want to go in, you're free to wander around my room, anytime.."

Steve turned around to face Y/N, he misses her.. How Y/N sarcastic remarks leave her sweet lips or how she rolls her eyes whenever she see something stupid.

"I might just take you up on that.."

"Hm-mm.. You didn't even talk to me when Dustin left, you broke my heart, Steviee.." She jokes, but it sounded a little bitter.

Y/N did get hurt, Steve stopped talking to her when Dustin left, it seems like Steve didn't really like her as much as she thinks he did. Y/N was bored and got stuck just studying and sometimes hanging out with the party.. It was fun but she was looking forward to hanging out with Steve.

"I'm sorry about that, I didn't want to see my old friends hanging out with someone like yo---" Steve stopped his sentence, he didn't mean that.. His mind was a mess, he said those things because he didn't want Y/N finding out his stupid feelings

"Right..Yeah, I get it.."

"Y/N that's not what I me--"

"Cause King Steve shouldn't be hanging out with people like me?Gotcha.."

Steve didn't even had the time to reply, he was met with Y/N's slamming door.. He didn't mean that.. Steve loved hanging out with Y/N, he want to give her something special.. Steve wanted something more from Y/N.. He knew exactly what and he didn't need a reason why but Steve wanted to give Y/N something more..

Y/N was hurt, she didn't know why but Steve words brought devastation to her.. She felt disappointed and upset, Y/N was expecting something special.. She didn't know what or why but she was expecting something more from Steve.

Y/N was dropping off Dustin to the mall where Steve was working, her lips were in a unsual frown.. Y/N wasn't usally like this, she was having a bad week, Steve just hurt her feelings and she was taking it much harder, it was very unsual.. The two Henderson was making their way to the Scoops Ahoy shop, Dustin was rambling about a message he picked up while contacting his girlfriend.

"Are you listening?" Her brother asked as they reach the store.

"Yepp, you should go in now.."

"Y/N, this could be a good thing!"

"I know..If you need my help, you can find me in the food court.."

"Y/N.."

"Yeah, Dus?"

"Are you okay?"

Y/N's mind went blank, she hated lying to her brother but she didn't want to worry anyone.  She laughs and messed Dustin's hair.

"Of course.. Now go, you know where to find me.." With that she left..

Y/N was not okay, the last time she slept was a month ago.. Nightmares kept crawling back to her, she was growing more paranoid by the day.. She was not okay, but she couldn't tell anyone that.. Everyone else is okay, even Wil who had it more rough than her. And to top that up, she was broken hearted by Steve's rejection of their friendship.. Y/N just massaged the bridge of her nose, when will she be fine?

Dustin and Steve was in the corner of the mall with binoculars in their eyes, Steve saw Y/N.. Sitting alone in the corner, a walkman in her ears and a book in hand.. Y/N was mouthing the word as her eyes read every word on that book and Steve couldn't help but feel all giddy and guilty inside.

"You see anything?" Dustin snapped Steve back to their current task.

"Uh, I guess I don't totally know what I'm looking for.'' Steve answered honestly, Y/N distracted him again.

"Evil Russians."

"Yeah, exactly. I don't know what an evil Russian looks like."

"All blond, not smiling."

"Mm-hmm?" Steve's eyes didn't looked for any Russians, his eyes drifted to Y/N spot but she was gone.. Where did she go? He couldn't help but worry, was she talking to someone else?

"Also, look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing." Dustin added.

"Right, okay, duffel bags." Steve darts his eyes away from Y/N seat but it only fell on a girl he asked out earlier.

"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me." Steve mutters.

"What?" Dustin questioned.

"Anna Jacobi's talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky."

"If you're not gonna focus, just gimme the binoculars."

Dustin got annoyed by his distracted partner, he should have brought his sister along.. But he knew that Y/N was not okay, she seemed distant and lost in her own mind.. Always spacing out and Dustin can hear her cries from his room, it killed him to see her loving and hyper sister transform into a walking corpse.

"Aw, Jesus Christ, whatever happened to standards?"

"I mean, Lewinsky never even came off the bench." Steve rambled on, annoying Dustin.

"Dude, you are the worst spy in history, you know that?"

The two fought for the binoculars, but they just looked stupid.. Dustin initially gave up and gave the binoculars to Steve.

"I don't get why you're looking at girls. You have the perfect one in front of you."

"Seriously, if you say Robin again..." Steve closes his eyes waiting for Robin's name to come up but it never did.

"No, Y/N.. My sister.."

Steve's heart clenched at the mention of her name, he wants Y/N too.. What can he do? Y/N hates his ass now, he was a jerk and he didn't deserve Y/N.

"No, man, she's not my type." Steve answered while he diverts his eyes away from Dustin.

"I saw you staring at her closed door for about 5 minutes."

Steve eyes grew wide at the realization that Dustin was watching the whole time.. Dustin just shakes his head, if he was asked he'd say that her sister felt the same way..

"She's not even... in the ballpark of what my type is, all right?"

"What's your type again? Not awesome?"

"Thank you."

"Hm."

"For you information, your sister is too sarcastic, she's too nerdy for me.."

"Also, she's too...boyish.."

Beautiful, that's what he wanted to say..

"Dude, that's my sister you're talking about, and besides she's not like that.. She's nerdy but so what? Y/N's also not boyish, she's just secured with her masculinity.."

Dustin's word echoed throughout Steve's system, he already knew that.. But somehow hearing it from another person's perspective made him like you more.

"Y/N's just not my type.." He lied..

Y/N was everything he ever wanted in a girl.

"Thanks for the clarification, Harrington." A voice surprised the two.

Y/N was standing behind them, her arms crossed..  Steve's eyes widen in surprise, did she hear everything? He didn't mean that, what did he mean?

"I didn't mean t--"

"Dustin, if you told me you'll stalk people in malls, I should've brought you to a psychiatrist.." Y/N ignored Steve and just focused on her brother.. Y/N would be lying if she haven't felt more hurt by the words Steve dropped.. She had been listening since the talk about girls came up, Y/N spotted the two doing eccentric things and she decided to eavesdrop.

"No, it's called spying.." Dustin rolled his eyes at her sister remarks while Steve was still frozen..

"What's the difference?" Y/N asked, her eyes still focused on he brother..

"It's just different, okay? Were looking for the--" Dustin stopped and looks around to see if anybody was near..

"Russians?" Y/N continued in a loud tone.

"Shh!" Both Steve and her brother shushed her. Y/N was surpised, she glares at the two and moved closer to them.

"Fine, can I tag along? I'm bored and it'll be nice to be a national hero."

The two looked at each other, Steve was nervous.. Y/N obviously didn't want him around, but this could be a chance for him to apologize to Y/N.

"Sure, you can help us look for russians with dufflebags and camo." Dustin pulled her sister to his side.

"That's kinda racis--"

"No, it's not!" Dustin cuts her sister off making Y/N laugh..

"Whatever you say Dus.."

And that's how she ended up inside a theater with two kids and two drugged teenagere.. Y/N's breathing was heavy, they were captured by Russians just moments ago.. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins, she thought this town was finally normal again, but turns out she was wrong.. Very very wrong..

They needed to get out of this hellish mall, Y/N need to find out if there's still russians lurking out, looking for them.

"The two of you need to stay here and take care of them." Y/N instructs to her brother, she pointed at a floopy Steve and Robin.

"Wait--Where are you going?!" Dustin stopped her by pulling her arm.

"I'm going to see if those fuckers are still looking for us.."

"No, we'll come with you.."

"Dustin, you need to stay here and keep a low profile.."

"Y/N don't be a hero.."

"Hey, Dipshit!I'm not trying to be a hero, what I'm doing is protecting you guys because our two friends are drugged and beaten while we brought a little kid into our mess!And I will do everything to keep you all safe, even if that means I get hurt or killed!"

Dustin knew that there's no talking Y/N out of this, her sister was right.. Taking a deep breath, he just nods and hugs her sister..

"Just please, stay safe.." Dustin was in the verge of tears but Y/N held him tight in her arms.. Dustin pulled back, Y/N gave her brother a comforting smile, she rubbed his cheeks and pat his head.

"I'll be okay, I'm a Henderson for god's sake.."

Dustin laughs as tears stroll in his face, she kissed his forehead and walked away, trying not to attract attention.. Taking a deep breath she left the theater, she'll do whatever it takes to keep her brother and her friends.. Y/N's mind flew to Steve, she was pissed off but she was not sure anymore.. The way he saved them and got beat up for them, she couldn't find a reason to be mad at him, all she can think about is his childlish look and how hot he is in his sailor uniform. Y/N just shakes those thoughts away and tried to focus on her task..

Russians..

Steve and Robin were throwing up in a seperate cubicles, they were getting the drugs out of their system.. Retching and puking can be heard all through out the theater bathroom, Steve groans and flushes the toilet.

"The ceiling stopped spinning for me. Is it still spinning for you?" Robin's voice can be heard from the other cubicle.

"Holy shit. No. You think we puked it all up?" Steve rested his back to the mini wall inside the cubicle..

"Maybe. Ask me something.."

"Interrogate me." Robin said in a mocking russian accent.

"Okay. Interrogate you. Sure. Um... When was the last time you, uh, peed your pants?"

"Today."

"What?"

"When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw."

"Oh... All right, my turn."

"Okay. Hit me."

"Have you... ever been in love?"

"Yep. Nancy Wheeler. First semester, senior year." Steve imitates a gunshot.

"Are you still in love with Nancy?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I found someone else, she's a little bit better for me.It's crazy. Ever since Dustin got home, he's been saying, 'You know, you gotta find your Suzie. You gotta find your Suzie.' "

"Wait, who's Suzie?"

"It's some girl from camp, I guess his girlfriend. To be honest with you, I'm not 100% sure she's even real."

" But that's not- that's not really the point. That doesn't matter. The point is, this girl, you know, the one that I like, it's somebody that I... didn't even talk to in school. And I don't even know why."

"Maybe 'cause Tommy H. would've made fun of me or... I wouldn't be... prom king. It's stupid. I mean, Dustin's right, it's all just a bunch of bullshit anyways. Because, when I think about it, I should've been hanging out with this girl the whole time."

"First of all, she hates me now because of a stupid thing I said but when we hanged out, we were bonding and shit.. She was perfect for me, she's nerdy, hangs out with kids too much.. She likes the same things I like, her brother is my bestfriend.. Sometimes I wonder if she's real, because she's too perfect."

"Wait--You like Y/N?"

"Yeah, ever since last year.. I like her so damn much, I can't even believe that I said to her that I shouldn't be hanging out with someone like her."

"YOU SAID THAT?" Robin's voice boomed out all over the bathroom, Steve just sighs and slids out of the cubicle..

"Unfortunately, yes.."

Steve slid in to Robins cubicle, she was glaring at him.

"If you ask me, Y/N doesn't deserve someone like me.. She--She's too nice to be caught up in my miserable life.. And besides she would never like me.."

"I think you're still high.."

"No, I'm not.."

"Do you remember what I said about Click's class? About me being jealous and, like, obsessed?"

"Yeah?"

"It isn't because I had a crush on you. It's because... she wouldn't stop staring at you.."

"Mrs. Click?" Robin chuckles and just shakes her head.

"Y/N Henderson, I wanted her to look at me. But... she couldn't pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair. And I didn't understand, because you would get bagel crumbs all over the floor. And you asked dumb questions. And you were a douchebag. And- And you didn't even like her then and... I would go home... and just scream into my pillow."

"But Y/N's a girl.."

"Steve.."

"Oh.."

"Yeah, now listen..Don't give me the 'she doesn't deserve me' and 'she doesn't like me back' crap.. Y/N was inlove with you since highschool, now you will tell her all about your mushy mushy feelings and you'll two will get married, have kids and you'll have me to thank for. "

"But what about you?"

"Please, I moved on.."

"Really?"

"Hell yeah, with my pretty face?I could find someone in a jiffy!"

The two were laughing when Dustin and Ericka burst into the bathroom.. Annoyance and frustration written all over their face..

"Okay.What the hell?!" Dustin asked very annoyed.

"Dude, we're normal again.."

"That's not the problem now, we need to find Y/N and go with the rest of the party."

"Y/N's not with you?"

"Do you see her?" Erica asked with the normal sass in her voice. Robin rolls her eyes at Erica who just glares at her.

"Where did she go?" Steve ignored Erica's sarcastic question

"She said she'll check the perimeter, but she hasn't come back since." Dustin answered, she was worried for her sister.. In their situation, who wouldn't?

"Shit." Steve and Robin both utter at the same time.

Y/N was changed into a much more inauspicious clothes, it was just some pants and a shirt tucked into it.. She fixed her disheveled hair and wiped her sweat.. She needed to blend in, her eyes wander around the mall.. There were Russians walking around, bviously looking for someone and that someone was them.. All the exits are heavily guarded by guards, there's no way out..

Taking a deep breath she walked back to the theater, praying that her brother and friends was safely still there but before she could even reached the theater, a russian man spotted her..

"I got eyes on one of the target!" The russian said into his earpiece, making Y/N run to the higher level of the mall, her heart racing and she was starting to feel tired.

Y/N just ran until she lost the russian, her breathing was getting shorter by the second..  Y/N's leg was starting to hurt but she ignored it and looked down to see if she can spot her brother..

And there they are, getting chased by guards.. Worries pumped into her brain as they run.. She needed to help them, if not they could get killed.

"Hey stupid spies!I'm right up here, morons!" Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs as she waves her hands around..

Steve and Dustin was horrified as they hide into the counters, Y/N was risking her life for theirs..

The guards that was chasing them made eye contact and targeted Y/N but before they could do anything a car honk.. The russians looked at each other, confused and dazed.. Eleven can be seen controlling the car, she throws it at the bad men and all they could hear were groans..

Y/N felt a surge of relief, she made her way to her brother.. Dustin, Robin, Erica and Steve pop out from behind the counter, steam hissing.. Y/N saw her brother and they all rushed up to hug her..

A tight hug welcomed Y/N, but this hug wasn't just from Dustin.. It was also from Robin, Erica and Steve.. Suddenly they all look up to see the rest of the party.. The hug was cut off by Dustin running to hug Mike and Eleven.

"Lucas?" Erica saw her brother and it made Lucas confuse..

"What are you doing here?"

Y/N who was just taking in deep breaths smiled to herself.. They were safe, but she knew this was not over.. Steve stayed in Y/N side, Robin's word replayed in his mind.. This is his chance to say his undying love to Y/N.

"Y/N?"

"Hmm?" Y/N saw Steve besides her, she was growing tired but Y/N needed to keep thriving for everyone.. Y/N saw that Steve was hesitant, he was nervous and it made her felt nervous too.

"I--I uhh.." Steve mumbles, his tongue was backing out.. Y/N had such a powerful effect on him, to the way she says his name, and everytime Y/N calls him, his heart skips a beat.. It sounds corny, but it was true..

"What?Do you need a speak and spell?" Y/N joked, it didn't help a struggling Steve.. He started to grew more anxious, he needed to get this off his chest.. This could be the last time they all see each other alive, there's no telling what could happen to them.

Y/N was just staring at him

"I have something to confess---"

Steve was cut off by El who was in pain and grunting in the floor..  They all ran to her aid and helped her with the pain she was going through.. Steve slightly curses at himself, maybe this was not a great time for a love confession.. He needed to focus on surviving this hellish adventure.. Again 

It finally ended.. Y/N was relieved, it was over.. They were safe, Y/N and Dustin were sitting in the back of an ambulance, a blanket around them as they hug each other..

"If this shit happens again, we're moving.." Y/N jokes.. Dustin chuckled, maybe they should.. However, the adventures were growing more fun and dangerous..

"Nah, we love being heroes.."

Y/N laughs as she held her brother tighter, she fixed his hair and wipe some dirt off his face.. Even if he's old now, he'll always be Y/N's baby brother.. She smiled at the memory of Suzie and Dustin singing in the middle of mayhem and chaos.

"Stooop, I'm all grown up now!" He stood up and made his way to his friends..

"Don't get too far, lover boy!" Y/N shouted causing Dustin's cheek to blush..

Y/N sighs at the sight of her brother walking away from her, this is the last time she'll save the world, she was tired of monsters.. Y/N was just enjoying the cold air of the night when someone cleared their throat.

"Hello to you Harrington.." Y/N smiled at Steve, he was just standing infront of her.. Y/N can't help but feel giddy when Steve's in his sailor outfit.. It saddens her that Steve was still stuck in his highschool mindset..

"I have something to tell you.." Steve mumbles incoherently, but Y/N understood it.. Steve was always nervous when Y/N's around, he remember the first time he saw Y/N..

Steve saw Dustin on the street asking for help, and he didn't believe at him first but he was soon convinced by how Dustin was nervous and scared.. They pulled up at the Henderson's residence, that's where he first saw--no that's not the right word..

That's where he first acknowledged Y/N..

She was sitting on the porch steps on her pajama's, there were dirt on her face and her hairs a mess.. Y/N's face lighten up when he saw Dustin getting out of the car..

"Hey Dus------What is he doing here?" Y/N's face dropped when he saw Steve also getting out of the car.

"He's our back up.." Her brother answered short and continue walking into the entrance of the basement.

"I'm back up..'' Steve said cocky at Y/N, she just scoffs and followed Dustin..

"For a guy with a black eye, you're awfully confident.."

"That's what seeing a pretty girl like you does to me.." Steve didn't know what he ate that time but he had this whole new confidence when he started talking to Y/N.. However, Y/N didn't seem impressed to his corny jokes and pick up lines, she was always scoffing and rolling her eyes..

"Yeah, you said that too when we were inside..That" Y/N's voice pulled him back to the present.. Y/N gestured at the burning mall infront of them.

"Yeah.." Steve cleared his throat, he opens his mouth, but the words won't come out he's chokin', how, everybody's jokin' now, the clocks run out, times up, over, blaow   .

"Are you gonna say something?" Y/N was starting to get nervous, did she do something to make Steve act strange? He was shaking, the sweat on his forehead is flowing like the Niagara Falls.. That's not attractive yet for some reason she found it hot..

"Oh--Yeah--Uhh.." He failed to say words again, why can't he just go straight to the point?

Robin who was with the rest of the party was staring at a stuttering and nervous Steve.. The rest started to notice even Jonathan and Nancy who was in each others arms..

"When is he gonna tell my sister that he likes her?" Dustin ponder as he stares at the two..

"I don't know, he's taking forever just uttering one sentence.." Lucas pitched in making the others laugh..

"I thought Steve was a suave and cool guy?" Mike jokes causing some of them to laugh, some was just quiet.. They were still having a hard time grasping all of this, especially Max..

"He's a nerd just like you guys.." Nancy answered, they all shake their heads as they watch Steve nervously fidgets..

"Alright, I finally had enough.." Robin whispers, the party turned to Robin, carefulky watching to what she had under her sleeves..

"HEY Y/N!" Robin shouts..

Y/N broke her gaze with Steve and brought it to a shouting Robin, not far from them.. Steve just froze to his place, panic started blaring out through his mind..

"WHAT STEVE'S TRYING TO SAY IS HE FREAKING LIKES YOU!" Robin shouted, and it all made them freeze.. Y/N blinked rapidly, did she hear that right? Steve l-likes her? What? When? How? Where?

Steve felt embarrased, he wanted the crawl in a hole and die.. Robin was dead to him, how could she do that? Now Y/N's gonna start to avoid him, she obviously doesn't like her back.

"I-Is that true?" Y/N finally asked the question she was dying to ask, she never really thought about Steve that way.. Fine, she's not gonna lie, there were some thoughts about Steve that kept her up at night..

"I can explain--If you don't feel the same it's totally fi----" Steve panicked and randomly said any excuses he can think off, not giving Y/N a chance to speak..

Y/N rolled her eyes at how Steve was rambling on, she smiled and stands up.. Pulling Steve sailor outfit, she kissed him..

Steve pressed his lips harder on Y/N, he wanted this kiss to happen since he first saw her.. And now it's happening, Y/N puts her arm around Steve's neck.. This was her first kiss and she was glad that it was to Steve.. They both kissed as the burning Star Court crumbles infront of them.  Y/N didn't knew that you can find love and monsters in this terrifying situation..

Dustin groaned at the sight of her sister and bestfriend kissing, he wanted to vomit and scoop his eyes out.. This was not a sight for sore eyes..

"Ugh!I don't want to watch my sister exchange salivas with Harrington!" Dustin sigh under his breath

"Get used to it, you'll be seeing a lot of him.." Robin teased making Dustin die inside.

"Dammit!"

Y/N was just thinking that some people lost someone special, Eleven lost Hopper.. Max lost Billy and the rest will wake up in the morning with terrible memories haunting them everyday, they can no longer feel the assurance that they're safe in the quiet town they grew up to. They knew everything that lies withing the depths of this ground, all the horrible things that Hawkin Labs brought.. Chief Hopper and Billy Hargrove died for them, they were heroes.. And the sad part is, no one will ever know.. Those who deserves to be recognized is no longer here, the heroine act they did save the world yet the world doesn't even know about them.. But Y/N and the rest knows that the sacrifices they made won't go to waste, they'll do everything in their power to keep whatever haunts this eerie town at bay.

I found this highly nice but cringey at the same time so bear with it, I also wanted to update my series about James Potter but I just can't seem to end it ughhhhh..Anyways, I hope you guys like this one..

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Best friends - Luke Patterson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Y/n and Luke have always been best friends, but one night he isnt answering your texts and you get a little worried. What you see when you open up the door to his room, might just change your friendship.

Warnings: Swearing, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids!) Lots and LOTS of spelling errors. I dont think there are any more...

Word count: 2767 words

Authors note: Its literally been so long since I've written ANYTHING, especially smut, and English isn't my first language so go easy on me please.

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You were making your way up the stairs to your best friends room. It was currently 10PM, and he wasn't responding to your texts, making your worries increase, since he usually didn't take more than 10 minutes to respond, and he didn't go to sleep until at least 2AM. The TV downstairs was on, since his parents were watching the news in silence, and you knocked on his door.

No response.

You knocked again, but the only thing you could hear were muffled moans, which just made you even more worried. What if he was hurt? And he couldn't call for help, or reach his phone. Or what if he's unconscious. Then, you heard your name. Once. Twice. You let out a sigh, and opened the door. The room was dark, with only the moon lighting up the room. You carefully walked towards his bed that was pushed up against the cream walls, and saw him laying there, peacefully. Letting out a sigh of relief, you sat down, placing your head into the palm of your hands. Of course, the small amount of sleep he got every night would catch up to him eventually. But then you heard it again. Your name. Leaving his lips in a sinful manner. He kept moving around on his bed, his forehead sweaty. Was he having a nightmare?

You softly shook his shoulder, but he wouldn't budge. So you shook it again, but a little harder, making him shake his head. "Luke," You murmured, shaking him again. "Luke, wake up." He finally opened his eyes, rubbing his face with his large hands. "Y/n? What are you doing here?" He said as he reached for the lamp that sat on his nightstand, turning it on. You shook your head, "I got worried, since you weren't answering my texts. Stupid, I know. I wouldn't have woken you up, but you kept saying my name, so I thought you were having a nightmare or something..." You trailed off, seeing his face flush. "Y-yeah, n-no, I'm fine. I wasn't having a nightmare." He scratched his neck, which had now also turned a deep shade of pink. "What? Then wh-" Your eyes trailed down his body, spotting the lump in his sheets by his crotch area. "Oh. Oh!" You turned your head away, quickly standing up, and flattening down your skirt. "U-uhm." You weren't able to look him in the eye, your gaze moving from the electric guitar that was leaning against his wall, towards his desk, and lastly, the dirty laundry that sat on a chair by his window. You could hear movement behind you, but you still stood awkwardly in the middle of his room, your cheeks flushed, and your hands fidgeting with the hem of your skirt.

"I-I'm sorry, Y/n, It's not like it was on purpose. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. I swear, i have no control over this. You're my best friend, and I really dont want this to change the way things are between us. B-but you're just so beautiful it's hard not to fantasize about- no, I mean you're really pretty so of course it happens sometimes. N-Not that this has happened more than once! I- I just-" You cut off his rambling with your hand over his mouth, making him exhale, and shut his eyes. "I know how dreams work, Luke. I know you have no control over them. I'd be lying if I said I've never had those type of dreams about you, y'know." His eyes opened in an instant as you realized what you had just said. He placed his hand over yours, moving it away from his mouth. "R-really?" Your eyes widened as you moved away from him. "I-I think I should go. My parents are probably waiting for me to get back and I dont want to worry them-" You quickly turned towards the door which lead to his room, hearing him sigh as he plopped onto his bed. Your hand hovered above the doorknob, but you sighed quietly, plucking up every ounce of courage, you turned back around, leaning against the wooden door. "Unless you need some help." You screwed your eyes shut, waiting for his response, your hands intertwined behind your back.

"W-What?" He propped up his elbows, leaning against them. You shook away your nerves, and slowly, seductively, walked over to his bed. "I asked if you needed help," you placed yourself on his lap so you were straddling his thighs. "With that." You pointed towards his member which still hasn't softened. He visibly gulped, and slowly nodded. You raised a brow, "Use your words." You purred, leaning closer towards him. "I-I might need some help." He stuttered, leaning back until his head landed on the soft mattress. You bent over in order to reach his neck. Nibbling at the soft skin, he let out a soft moan. You moved your lips down to his collarbone, sucking there, then blowing on the purple mark you left. You sat back up and slowly grinded on him, a groan escaping his lips which sent shocks to your core. His hands moved from his sides to your hips, making you grind a little faster, until another moan left his lips. You, once again, leaned into him, but now aiming for his lips. You brushed your lips against his, your tongue sweeping over his bottom lip, asking him for access, your tongues softly moving against each others. Pulling away for air, he sat up, with you still straddling him. "Tell me about your dream." You cooed into his ear, his grip on your hips tightening. "What?" You looked him in the eye, your hands trailing up his chest, tugging at his shirt, signaling for him to take it off. Then wrapping your hands around the back of his neck. "What was I doing in your dreams, that made you moan my name?," You asked, one hand trailing up into his hair, softly tugging at it, while you tugged at his bottom lip with your teeth. "Were you fucking my mouth?" You nipped at the spot right below his ear, grinding onto his member, a sinful moan leaving his plump lips that went straight to your core, and you then realized how truly wet he had gotten you. "Were you fucking me into the mattress?" You pulled at his hair, and his hips bucked into yours, making your breathing hitch. "Maybe you were bending me over your desk... fucking me from behind, or maybe spanking me." His hold on your hips was so hard he was probably leaving bruises.

"Oh, fuck me." He rasped, "You have to tell me, Luke, what were we doing?" You purred into his ear, your fingers trailing down his muscular abdomen. You looked him in the eye as your hand softly grabbed at his member, his lips parting as you rubbed him through his pants. "Please, Y/n." He whined, his head now resting in the crook of your neck, his breathing heavy, and his chest moving at a fast pace. "Tell me what you want baby." You muttered into his ear,

His hot breath on your skin caused a chill to run down your spine. "I- Y-you were, uhm, sucking me off. Th-then you started riding me." You smirked, and pulled his head from the crook of your neck, and kissed him, starting off slow. You pulled away so you could take off your shirt, now showing off your lacy bra. You then cupped his face, your lips now moving at a faster pace against his. His hands moving up your body towards your breasts, squeezing them through your bra, then moving down to your waist. Pulling away from your mouth, he moved his lips now towards your collarbone, creating a trail of hickeys from your neck to the swell of your breasts. You arched into him, a moan leaving your lips, and you could feel his member harden under your core. "Luke." You moaned, your fingers tugging at his brown locks of hair, he groaned into your neck, as he sucked at the sensitive skin. As amazing as his lips on you felt, you knew you had to at least give him something from his dream, so you pulled away, standing up from his lap. He whined as you moved towards the end of the bed. "Oh come on, Y/n, you can't just tease me like this, this hurts." He said as he pointed at his crotch, making you giggle.

"Did you forget what I was going to do to you?" You said, leaning over the bed, giving him a perfect view of your tits. He looked confused for a second, before his eyes widened. "Y-you were being serious? I-"

"Of course I was, now come here." He moved towards the end of the bed, and you sunk down onto your knees in front of him, looking up into his eyes as you pulled down his grey sweatpants, making him lift his hips. It took you by surprise when you saw he wasn't wearing a pair of underwear underneath the sweatpants, but you grinned nonetheless, licking your lips. You started off by spitting into your hand, then you wrapped your hands around his member, forming a fist. You heard his breathing hitch as soon as you made contact with his skin, but then you started moving. Your fist going up and down at a slow pace. Luke had put his hands onto his sides for support, his head thrown back in pleasure. He moaned out your name, as he fisted his bed sheets. You then licked our lips again, and wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, an even louder moan escaping his lips. You slowly sunk lower into his member, his breathing now consisting of short pants. You had now taken all of him into your mouth, the tip of our nose brushing against his lower abdomen, and the tip of his cock brushing against the back of your throat. You gagged around him, trying to swallow him, "Oh, fuck." He muttered, his head turned down as he watched you bob your head up and down. "Fuck princess, look at me." Your stomach churned at the pet name, your wetness pooling in your underwear. You looked up into his eyes as you continued bobbing your head, swallowing every once in a while, one of your hands grabbing his thigh, while the other played with his balls. You hallowed your cheeks, and he bucked his hips, making you gag, "I-I'm sorry, sorry, I'm sorry," he repeated, a moan following soon after. His right hand went to the back of your head, tangling itself in your hair, as his left hand supported his upper body. He wasn't pushing your head down, just guiding it. You swirled your tongue across the tip of his dick, and fondled his balls again. "Fuck, I'm going to cum. Fuck, fuck, fuck," He screwed his eyes shut as he threw his head back. You pulled your mouth off of him, making him whine, but your hand kept going, just at a slow pace. "Where do you want to cum?" He opened his eyes, raising a brow. "What do you mean?" He asked, biting back a moan, trying to hold back. "Do you want to cum in my mouth? On my face? Perhaps my tits?" You asked, looking up at him with innocent eyes, your fist still moving up and down on his member. "Fuck, you're so dirty." He chuckled, so you softly squeezed his shaft, making his laugh cut off with a moan. "Your mouth, I want your mouth." He pleaded, and you smirked, wrapping your lips around him again, and bobbing your head up and down. Feeling him twitch in your mouth, "Shit, baby I'm going to-" You quickened your pace, both of your hands trailing up his thighs and up to his abs, scratching softly, then trailing back down, and softly squeezing the base if his member. With one final moan, he came. Swallowing his cum, and pulling your mouth off, saliva running down your chin. His hooded eyes looked down at your reddened lips, loving how swollen they currently were after what you just did. "Holy shit." He groaned, falling back onto the mattress, and you let out a soft giggle. "That was perfect. You- You're perfect." he said, tucking your messy hair behind your ear, and pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb. Cupping your face, he pulled you towards him, his lips meeting yours, then pulling on your bottom lip with his teeth, making you moan softly. "Were not done. Theres still one thing that happened, that we still havent done." You teased, your lips brushing against his, pulling back and looking into his eyes. "Really, and what's tha-" he cut himself off with a moan as you ran your fingers across his member.

You pulled down your skirt, and underwear, then unclasped your bra, making Luke's eyes widen, his gaze fixated on your chest. You straddled him, moving closer to his ear, "I'm going to ride you, remember?" You purred, your hand wrapping around his member, making it harden again. You then, slammed your hips down, sinking down onto his cock, making you both groan. Your fingers were digging into his shoulders, and his were digging into your hips. Your head fell forward into his left shoulder, and you lifted your hips again, making him shudder beneath you. When you slammed back down, he let out a louder moan than before, making you silence him with your mouth, "You have to be quiet baby, your parents are home." He nodded, leaning his forehead into yours. You started bouncing on his member, setting a steady pace, moans and grunts leaving your mouths. His hands moved from your hips to the curve of your ass, gripping it harshly, then slapping it, making your lips part and a loud moan escape. His lips were right beside your ear, so when you slammed your hips back down, the sinful sound he made went straight to your core making you arch your back. "Fuck, Luke." You moaned into his ear, your thighs burning. He grunted, "Hell, I cant do this." Then he flipped you over, making you land on your back int top of the mattress, ending up in a missionary position. He inserted him self into you once again, loud noises leaving the both of you as you arched your back. He shifted his position, grabbing your leg and placing it on his shoulder, allowing him to bury his cock deeper in you. Your breathing was getting heavier, and you snaked one hand towards your clit, desperate for a release. You started rubbing your fingers against your clit in circular motions, but when Luke noticed, he grabbed both your hands and pinned them above your head, leaving you a whining mess. He replaced your fingers with his thumb, repeating the circular motion, you arched your back again, your chest pressing against his. You felt a knot form in your lower abdomen, "Luke, I'm gonna cum," You cried out, making him quicken his pace. His hips slamming into yours, the sound of skin on skin, and the headboard banging against the wall making you feel even more aroused. The knot tightening in your stomach as he pressed his lips onto yours. You repeated his name over and over again, begging for permission to cum. "Hold it, princess." You cried out as he put pressure on your clit with his thumb, "Fuck, you feel so good around me, baby. I'm going to cum," he panted, pressing his forehead to your chest as he slammed his hips into yours,  the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting your g-spot. "Please, Luke, I can't-"

"Let go for me." He grunted into your ear, and snapped his hips one last time, before you both came. You attached your lips to his in order to silence you both as you rode out your highs. Luke sucked into your collarbone, before pulling out, and plopping down next to you. You were both breathing heavily, your chest heaving up and down, your bodies covered in a thin layer of sweat. "Fuck, did we use a condom?" He asked, sheer panic laced in his voice, you chuckled, wrapping your hand around his waist, placing your head on his sweaty chest. "I'm on the pill." He breathed out a sigh of relief.

[lsmu]

LSM Lost Files #4: Kyoto Protocol (Part One)

"Everything packed Momo?" Sana asked as I wheeled my luggage out. "Yup! I should have everything I need," I replied. "Ya... What do you mean 'should have'? You must be certain that you have all your things!" Jihyo scolded. I giggled. "Mianhae, Eomma... I do have all the things I need," I corrected myself. Jihyo smiled. "That's better," she said.

Minsoo appeared in the foyer.

"Ready to go, girls?" he asked, walking up next to his girlfriend. "Ready!" all three of us exclaimed in unison.

It was the first morning of the new year, and I was flying back to Kyoto to go see my family. In reality, I was literally only seeing my family for a day before spending the rest of my time there alone. I needed some time to reflect on my emotions and actions, especially after that incident in SM Headquarters a few days ago.

"Alright, let's get to the van!" Minsoo said.

He helped to take my other luggage as Jihyo grabbed his arm. He put on his shoes and walked out of the Twice apartment. All the other girls were already away with their families or loved ones. Dahyun left earlier today to go visit her family in Seongnam, Chaeyoung went back to her home in Jamsil with Yori, and Jeongyeon left the earliest with the first bus today to Suwon to rest and recuperate with her family there.

The rest of them... Mina spent last night at home with Ansel, and most likely she was getting fucked by Ansel to kingdom come. Shit. Would she be able to walk after this week? Tzuyu–and much to my disappointment–Nayeon were at the hospital, looking after Nam Chuyoung.

That left Sana, Jihyo, and Minsoo to send me to the airport. Sana was already busy with her IPG stuff when I woke up today, considering that bombshell article about Yeoni and Irene's affair published by Dispatch in the morning. I told her to just go meet with her IPG guys to take care of this problem, but she insisted on sending me to the airport together with Jihyo and Minsoo, and eventually I relented.

We piled into the TWD van as Minsoo started it up, making the engine roar to life. He pulled out of our car park and exited the complex, driving us to Incheon International Airport. I looked out the window as we drove through the quiet new year's morning traffic and let my mind wander. I guessed we needed some time apart from each other after the whole contract situation last year. At least we had all signed our contract extension with JYPE. That settled it.

"Excited to see Otosan and Okaasan again?" Sana asked in Japanese. "Very. It's been way too long since I last saw them," I replied in my mother tongue. "It's been almost 3 years, right?" Jihyo asked in Japanese as well. I nodded. "Hai. Jeez... I think they'll be excited," I replied, smiling. "G–Girls... I–Is it okay if you guys... Don't speak Japanese when I'm around?" Minsoo suddenly said sheepishly.

I looked at him and smirked.

"Why not? Afraid that we're talking shit about you?" I asked him challengingly. "Or are you scared that Jihyo's talking about just how good you are in bed~?" Sana teased. "Ya! Sana-unnie!" Jihyo scolded her, her face going full red. "I–I... U–Um..." Minsoo stammered, struggling to formulate an answer.

Sana and I giggled.

"Relax, Manager-nim... We're just joking!" Sana said, grinning wide. "But... Jihyo does say..." "Shut up, Momoring!" Jihyo exclaimed, going even redder.

I giggled and stared back out the window, watching the fleet of cars passing us in a blur as we entered the freeway. A few minutes passed in silence, before I turned back to my friends in the car.

"What are you guys gonna do this week?" I asked them. "I... Gotta take care of this bullshit article Dispatch published..." sighed Sana, busy typing stuff in her phone, "But... Beyond that, I think I'll do most of the moving to my new apartment with Jeongie." "What about you two?" I asked the couple at the front. "We're still looking for an apartment," Jihyo sighed. "Didn't you guys look for one after Sana's birthday?" I asked. Minsoo sighed. "Y–Yeah... We liked this one apartment in Mapo-gu..." he started. "But the salesperson was... Ah, nevermind," she decided against telling me.

Minsoo chuckled and took a hand off the steering wheel, squeezing Jihyo's hand.

"Don't worry, Jihyo. I know we'll find a place soon," he smiled. Jihyo smiled and nodded cutely.

Shit. What a way to make me feel lonely. Sure, I was still in an on again-off again relationship with Heechul-Oppa, but I felt like that love between us had died when we first 'broke up' back in July 2021.

Come to think of it, I was the only Twice member who was single. Jihyo got Minsoo, Mina was with Ansel, Chaeyoung with Yori. I knew Nayeon and Tzuyu still shared some feelings for each other, even though Tzuyu was head over heels for Chuyoung now. Dahyun was practically Jeongyeon and Sana's faithful eternal third wheel. Speaking of that sweet couple, I won't be surprised if Jeongyeon proposed to Sana soon. They were destined to be together.

I suddenly felt Sana's hand squeezing mine, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked at her, and found her smiling that cute smile of hers.

"You'll find one for you soon, Momoring," she whispered. I felt my face blushing, but I nodded. "Thanks, Sha..." I replied with a small smile.

Sana smiled wider and nodded, and I chuckled. Above all her clumsiness and flirtiness, Sana was one of the kindest people I knew. She could read the room very quickly, and she would understand your feelings even without you saying it out loud. I was lucky to have her as my friend.

"Oh! Hold on... I gotta make a call," she suddenly said.

She took her hand off me and swiftly whipped out her phone, dialing a number. I thought she was doing her IPG business, so I looked away, but then I heard her speaking in Japanese. I turned to look at her quizzically, but she was speaking so fast in a hushed tone while covering her mouth, making it impossible for me to make out the rapid Japanese she was spewing.

"Arigatou gozaimasu!" she exclaimed before hanging up. "Who was that?" I asked her as she placed her phone back in her purse. "You'll see..." she giggled.

Fuck her and her mysterious ass!

Eventually, we reached Incheon Airport. As Minsoo pulled the van in front of the departure terminal and stopped there, Sana leaned forward to speak with Jihyo and Minsoo.

"I'll follow her down. You guys can stay in the car. I'll call you when I'm done," Sana said, wearing her face mask.

That was smart. Less people would notice that we were Twice, and less chance of getting swarmed by paparazzi and fans. Jihyo and Minsoo nodded, understanding the same thing.

"Alright, then. Bye, Momoring! Safe flight!" Minsoo said with a big smile. "Be safe in Japan too!" Jihyo added. "We'll see you next week!" "I will. Bye, guys! Make sure to stay hydrated!" I winked before getting out of the van with Sana.

As I slid the door shut, I saw Minsoo blushing deep red as he catched on to my meaning. I popped the trunk and grabbed my pink luggages, before shutting it and following Sana to the check-in area.

We hid our faces with our caps and hoodies as we walked towards the check-in counters. Sana decided to hang back to not draw attention to us, so I approached one counter and handed my passport to the lady there, before placing my check in baggage on the conveyor belt. As she opened my passport and checked my identity, her eyes widened. Oh shit.

"Please keep quiet..." I pleaded with a hushed voice. She nodded rapidly. "I–I... I will.. But... Can I have an autograph?" she whispered.

If that was the way to keep her lips sealed, so be it. I nodded. She pulled a piece of paper and handed it to me. I grabbed the pen off the counter and signed her paper, before returning it back to her. She squealed excitedly before folding it into quarters and stuffing it into her pocket.

"K–Kamsahamnida, Momo-ssi. It's my daughter's birthday today, and... And this will make a great birthday present! She's a Once!" she said quietly. "Oh? Why didn't you tell me earlier! In that case I should write her a birthday message! What's her name?" I asked her.

She told me the name and handed me back the paper. I wrote a quick 'Happy Birthday' with her name on it and returned it back to her. She finished checking me in and returned my passport with my boarding pass inside it.

"Send my regards to your daughter," I told her. "I will! Thank you, Momo-ssi... And have a pleasant flight!" she said.

I thanked her and waved at her, before walking back to Sana.

"That took some time," she uttered. "A mini fan-sign event right there," I explained. "Aah..." she whispered.

We walked arm in arm towards the entrance of the Departure Hall. As we reached the gate, Sana pulled me into a hug. I chuckled and hugged her back.

"Be safe, Momoring... We've got our new year's performance when you come back," she said. "Thanks, Sha... Good luck with that Dispatch thing today," I said. She nodded. "We'll handle it. And also.. Don't let the things that happened at SM's HQ haunt you, okay?" she said.

I smiled and nodded, but her words reminded me of the guilt I had hidden in my heart. Had I not insisted on signing with SM in a bid to try to save whatever's left of my relationship with Heechul, nothing would have happened. Jeongyeon would not have been shot, Chuyoung wouldn't be in a coma.

"Momoring..."

Sana's words woke me up from my thoughts again. I lifted my eyes and saw her staring at me kindly.

"It's not your fault..." she said kindly. Her words stunned me. "E–Eh? How did you..." "Momoring, you've been my best friends for literally sixteen years. You can't hide anything from me," she giggled as she pulled away.

I stared at her, and she continued giggling.

"I know the real reason for this trip is for you to spend time alone, away from us, so you can figure things out with yourself. That's a good thing! That being said, I'll always have an eye on you, so don't worry about your safety!" she smiled.

My eyes widened.

"Ya! Did you plant some IPG shit in my clothes or something?" I asked as I pat myself down. She laughed. "Sort of..." she said tentatively. "Sana, if you're being mysterious with me again one more fucking time, I swear to God..." "Love you too! Now go! Don't wanna be late, do we?" she pushed me towards the gate.

I glared at that laughing cute girl one more time. I sighed and chuckled and started walking through the gate, but as soon as I entered, suddenly she screamed at me.

"GET SO SHY IT'S OBVIOUS!" she yelled in a sing-songy tone, quoting our song 'The Feels'.

What the fuck? Ah... Fuck it. She was just being crazy again. I laughed and waved at her before turning my back and headed in.

I found my boarding gate and walked inside, passing the security screenings. I headed into the waiting area and waited for my boarding class to be called. I walked past a few families with babies. I sighed. Luckily I always fly Business Class. It wasn't for show or pomp. It was for me to get away from the screaming babies. I sat down in one of the chairs and zoned out as I watched various planes taking off and coming down from the runway.

'Now boarding... Japan Airlines JL 5210. Business Class passengers seats A to G'.

That was my cue. I wheeled my cabin baggage and headed towards the gate. I scanned my boarding pass and headed down to the jet bridge, before entering the plane. The flight crew welcomed me warmly and showed me my seat.

I stored my baggage in the overhead compartment and helped an older gentleman put his, before settling down in the comfy seat and resting my back on it. I whipped out my phone and texted the Twice group chat, telling them that I was on the plane and ready to go. Sana, Jihyo, Minsoo, Chaeyoung, Dahyun, Jeongyeon, and Mina replied, and eventually I smiled as I saw Nayeon replied too, wishing me a safe flight. I set my phone on airplane mode, took out my airpods, placed them in my ears, and closed my eyes.

"Hot towel for you, Miss Hirai?" a stewardess offered.

I accepted the steaming hot small towel gratefully and used it to wipe my face. The flight from Seoul to Kansai International Airport in Osaka would take 1 hour and 40 minutes, and it was enough for me to catch up on some sleep.

'Crossing Fields' by LiSA–the Japanese singer, not the Blackpink member–blasted through my airpods as I closed my eyes again. Japan, here I come.

* * *

"Kuso..."

I looked at the exposed wiring of my menpo mask. Fuck. The Yakuza did not play around. I was lucky that the bullet hit my mask instead of my head.

"Another one bites the dust..." I sighed as I threw the mask into a pile of other broken masks.

I walked over to my cabinet and opened it up, before grabbing an identical menpo mask and bringing it over to my laptop. After a little fumbling, I located the hidden USB flap and plugged my mask into the laptop.

I typed my code on the keyboard, and soon the LEDs in the mask began to blink as the loading bar on my screen slowly started filling up, uploading my code into it. It only took less than three seconds for the upload to finish. I took the mask into my own hands and sighed.

"Test run..." I mumbled.

I hit the buttons on the side of the mask. I smiled. Everything was working fine. Perfect. At that moment, my phone rang. I checked the caller ID before picking it up.

"Moshi moshi." "She's on the plane now. Should be departing soon."

I glanced at my watch. Shit. I needed to leave now.

"Alright. Thanks for letting me know." "No problem. Hey, be careful with her. Momo tends to be a little bit slippery at times, so do whatever you can to keep her within your sights." "I will." "Good. You still remember what to write on the sign?" "Hai." "Excellent. And... Someone-san?" "Yes?" "Take good care of her. Please keep her safe." "Will do, Minatozaki-san."

I smiled before hanging up. I quickly gathered my things and headed out of my apartment.

* * * A familiar sight of the curve structures of Kansai International Airport greeted me as I walked out of the plane. This place hasn't changed one bit.

I loved it.

I passed the immigration and walked over to the baggage claim area, waiting patiently by the conveyor belt for my luggage to appear. Soon enough, my incredibly obvious hot pink luggage slid its way onto the moving track.

I walked closer to it and lifted it off the track, before extending the handle and wheeled it beside me as I walked out to the Arrival Hall. Now comes the most exciting part: Transportation. Should I take a taxi? Or maybe the train... Or I could...

My thoughts came to a screeching halt as my eyes fell on a sign that was being held by a man about my age.

MOMORING(GET SO SHY IT'S OBVIOUS)

"Fuck you, Sha..." I grumbled.

She had sent someone to chaperone me. The man caught sight of me and waved to me. I ignored him, acting like I hadn't seen him, and walked right past him, heading towards the door.

"Hirai-san!" he called.

Take the fucking hint you dumbass!

"Hirai-san!"

I groaned and turned around to see the man with the sign running towards me.

"Ohayo-gozaimasu! I've been sent my Minatozaki Sana on behalf of the IPG," he panted as he extended a hand. "Sana sent me to take care of you."

What am I? A ten year old?

"Well, you can tell her to go fuck herself... You know what? I'll do it myself!" I grunted.

I took off my phone and connected to the Kansai Airport WiFi. I quickly accepted the terms and conditions without reading it, and as soon as I got connected, I called that girl.

"Momoring! You've arriv–" "Fuck you, Sha!" "Woah, woah, woah... What's up with the hostility?" "You sent someone to fucking chaperone me? Sana, I'm not 10!" "Aaah... So you've met Someone-san!" "Someone-san? What fucking name was that?" "It's the name he asked the IPG to call him. Anyways, you two have fun, okay? I gotta go to this IPG meeting" "FUN? Wha–Wait! Sha!" "Annyeong~"

Beep beep beep

"KUSO!" I cursed angrily as I shoved my phone back to my pocket. "I–Is everything okay, Hirai-san?" he asked. I glared at him. "Shut the fuck up! You just single handedly ruined my entire fucking day!" I yelled at him as I lifted a hand to stop him from saying anything else.

He jittered uncomfortably, looking unsure of what to say, but then he nodded.

"I–I... I'll arrange for transport. Please wait here," he said.

He pressed something on the sign he was holding and my eyes widened as I saw it folded itself down to the size of a playing card. He pocketed it and walked away, leaving me alone.

Huge mistake.

"Like hell I'll wait for you. I'm an adult. I can take care of myself, thank you very much!" I uttered silently.

I rushed to the taxi stand and half-ran to one of the taxis in line. The driver saw me, popped the trunk, and I placed my luggages inside before sliding into the back seat.

"Where to?" he asked. "Shinkansen station, please," I said with a smile.

He nodded and we drove off, getting further and further away from the airport. I chuckled.

Sorry to spoil your plan, Sha, but I don't think I'll be seeing Someone-san anytime soon.

* * *

I came back, and sure enough, Momo was gone.

"She did say she was slippery," I mused under my breath.

I pulled out my phone and checked the screen. The blinking red dot continued to move towards the direction of the Shinkansen station. I guessed I'd be catching her there. I sighed and shook my head.

"I don't get paid enough for this shit..." I grumbled as I put on my menpo mask and dashed away.

* * *

I thanked the kind taxi driver one more time before grabbing my luggage and heading towards the station. I got myself a ticket to Kyoto before walking over to the bento store to get myself a box. It was just about time for lunch, and as usual, I was starving.

I felt my mouth watering as I looked at the delicious arrays of bentos for me to feast upon. My mind was undecided over what to pick as my eyes darted between the selections, when suddenly I heard someone calling me.

"Hirai-san." "EEK!!!"

I screamed in shock and turned around. A man in black menpo mask stood right behind me, his eyes staring intently at me.

"Did you seriously just run away like that?"

He removed the wooden mask, revealing a familiar face from the airport: Someone-san. How the fuck did he find me?

"How the hell–?" "I have my ways, Hirai-san," he said, putting his menpo mask back on.

He stepped next to me and started looking at the bento display. Damn it! I should have known that Sana would have gotten someone so qualified.

"Getting bento, I see..." he quipped. "No shit, Sherlock!" I snapped.

He fell silent, staring at the bento display again. In my heart, I grumbled.

I came here to be alone, not to get fucking chaperoned. No way in hell was I going to stick around this guy! I decided to ignore him and made my order, but he followed my lead and ordered his. I started to think of ways to escape from him. I knew I couldn't lose him on the train, so I'd have to escape when we reached Kyoto.

The seller lady handed us our bento, and I walked quickly towards the lift that would take me up to the platform level. He followed me closely, too closely for my liking. We reached the platform, and we walked to the one that would take us to our train.

"Amazing how small magnets can make a train travel at 240-320 kilometers per hour. Do you know that–" "Shut up! I don't want to hear your nerdy shit," I shot at him, and he did so.

I silently pleaded for the train to arrive faster, but knowing Japan, everything here was so precise. Shit. I stole a glance at Someone-san, and he was staring at the train tracks silently, the only sound coming from him was his breathing underneath his mask.

Thankfully, the train arrived soon, and we boarded our carriage. I was shocked to see him sitting right next to me. How did he manage to get the ticket? How did he know that I would sit in this particular seat? Fuck him. Fuck Sana. Fuck the IPG! I had to put up with his shit all over again!

I sighed and settled down silently next to him. I opened my bento, and he did the same. He took off his mask and cracked his chopsticks apart. I heard him muttering a quick prayer, before digging into his food. He ate slowly, savouring every bite.

As the Shinkansen started moving silently, I couldn't help but to examine Someone-san's features. He was pretty well built, not too skinny nor too buff. He had a set of kind, black eyes and jet black hair that went well together with his full black outfit. Shit. If he wasn't such a pain in the ass... I would say that he was cute.

My eyes wandered over to the wooden mask on his folding table. I studied it closely, looking at the high detail of the mask that dated back all the way to... What was it... Edo period?

"It's a family heirloom," he said suddenly. "I didn't ask," I scoffed, getting back to my food.

He nodded and we continued eating in silence. As I finished my bento, I looked around and saw that the train was relatively crowded, which was perfect for my escape plan. I cleaned up my empty bento box and put it back in the plastic bag, before absentmindedly looking out the window as I watched Osaka's skyline slowly faded away, replaced by green patches of rice paddies and nothingness.

Hummmm

I turned to my right to see the source of that humming sound. Someone-san had produced a laptop and a circular metal disk. On his hands are two bracelets with open wirings that were hooked up to his laptop. He typed a few things on his laptop before hitting enter and gingerly picked up the metal disk, placing it in between his palms horizontally.

Then, he jerked his right wrist a little, causing the humming noise from earlier to be heard again. Slowly, carefully, he pulled his palms away from each other. My eyes widened as the disk began to float in between his palms. What... Was he a magician?

Taking a deep breath, Someone-san carefully turned his hands vertically. As he pulled his hands further and further away from each other, the disk began to spin in place and gained speed. Suddenly, the disk started wobbling, and Someone-san quickly brought his hands back over each other, stabling the disk and stopping it from spinning.

"That was close..." he muttered as he powered down his bracelets.

The disk fell back into his hands with a soft thump, and he stored it. He sighed and leaned back against his seat. He caught me staring, and he opened his mouth to say something, but closed it a few seconds later before making out any syllables.

Good. He's learning.

I smiled smugly and returned my gaze back outside the window as I felt the train slowing down. It was now or never. I silently stood up and took my luggage as Someone-san stayed glued to the screen of his laptop. The train slowed further down, and more passengers got up. Brilliant.

Before the train made a complete stop, I squeezed myself into the crowd, letting it push me towards the door. The door slid open, and I slipped out, together with the sea of people.

"Hirai-san? Hirai-san!" I heard him yelling.

I chuckled. I was already too far gone, rushing down the stairs and directly towards the taxi stand. I hopped onto the nearest one.

"AMAN Kyoto, please!" I said as soon as I got into the cab.

From the rearview mirror, I saw that the driver's eyes widened hearing this, but he nodded silently and started driving. I chuckled. AMAN Kyoto was one of the most expensive and luxurious hotels in Kyoto.

I sighed contentedly as Kyoto Station faded into the background. Finally, some alone time. I knew this one would last longer. I knew Kyoto like the back of my hand, and I knew the fastest routes possible from anywhere to anywhere in this town. Try finding me now, ass head!

As the taxi zoomed through Kyoto traffic, a smile broke out on my face. I enjoyed the view of my hometown from the small window of the cab. Everything was as I remembered it; the same old buildings, old districts, old stores... Everything still stood where they were when I last saw them three years before.

The snow covered rooftops and busy streets only added to Kyoto's beauty as we continued our journey to the 5-star hotel Sana had booked for me. Today was for me to unwind by myself–and maybe do some shopping–before going to see my family for the whole day tomorrow.

My taxi continued to weasel its way through the traffic as it headed to the outskirts of Kyoto, where the hotel was located. Knowing Sana, she would most likely get me a room with a nice view overlooking the Hieizan Mountain. Some thirty minutes after we departed the station, the taxi pulled over at the hotel lobby, and I walked in towards the front desk.

"Konichiwa! Welcome to AMAN Kyoto," the front desk lady greeted me kindly while bowing deeply. "Konichiwa! I have a reservation under... Ichika Sato," I said, producing my fake passport.

Ichika, which roughly translates to summer, was my fake japanese name that I had given myself when I wanted to travel alone under the radar. To her credit, Sana even went the extra mile to forge me a fake Japanese passport with that name on it using her IPG connections. The front desk lady received my fake passport with a smile.

"So des... Let me check... Ah yes. Six days stay at the... Takagamine Suite," she said, smiling brightly.

Takagamine Suite? That was... Wasn't that the most expensive suite in this hotel? Wow... You outdid yourself, Sha!

"A–Ah yes, that would be me," I said, catching myself. "Great! Everything was paid by Miss... Yoo Sa Na. Is that correct?" the lady reconfirmed.

I chuckled silently. Yoo Sana? She's starting to use her girlfriend's surname now? What... Are they getting married or something?

"Yeah. That's correct," I said again, smiling wider. "Perfect! Sato-san, do you want to wait at the lounge while we complete your check-in? You can have some refreshments there..." the lady said kindly, but I shook my head. "That's alright. I'll have my drinks later in the suite," I said. She nodded. "Very well... Please hang on a second..." she said as she got back to her computer.

I stood more comfortably, resting my elbow on the counter. Hang on. I needed to act more properly. I was supposed to be an esteemed guest of their most expensive suite anyway. I straightened myself and cleared my throat, and suddenly I noticed that the front desk lady stole a glance at me.

"Sumimasen, Sato-san... It's just... You... You look a lot like Hirai Momo. You know, the singer," she said shyly. I chuckled. "I get that a lot," I smiled.

She finished my check in and returned my passport, together with a set of keycards on a tray.

"Right. Here's the keycard to your room. Our butler service is available 24-hours for your request, all you need to do is press a button. Your suite is in a pavilion by the garden beside our main building, so our concierge will take you there. Your luggages is already in your room. Enjoy your stay with AMAN, Sato-san!" she explained thoroughly.

"Hai! Arigatou-gozaimasu!" I said cheerfully.

I followed the concierge out of the main building through a walkway to the Takagamine Suite. It was perched above a tall hand-crafted stone wall, offering a floating view over the surrounding maple and cedar forest.I felt my smile growing to a wide grin the closer I got to the pavilion. It was huge.

The concierge swiped the keycard and opened the door for me, before wishing me a pleasant stay and bowing deeply. I entered the room, and my eyes and mouth gaped open as I saw just how luxurious this suite was.

"Holy shit... I don't know whether to stay mad at you or to love you more, Sha..." I whispered to myself.

I marveled in awe of the absolutely huge suite. It has a living room, two bedrooms, a tatami dining room, a Western dining room, and a kitchen. Hell, it even had its own tokonoma alcove! The suite was constructed of natural woods, it has floor-to-ceiling windows, and tatami flooring. This was... Wow...

I joyously threw myself onto the spacious bed and giggled like a child as I rolled around on it. God... This was nice. This was perfect! Okay... I really should thank Sana. How much did this room cost, anyway? I took out my phone and checked it.

"YA! SEVEN AND A HALF FUCKING MILLION WON PER NIGHT?!" I screamed as the numbers appeared on my screen.

I felt my hands trembling. I knew Sana was loaded, with all those endorsement deals and all her exclusive brand ambassador contracts with a lot of luxury brands, but... I didn't know she was that loaded!

Alright. Alright. I should thank her properly. I should buy her something from here. Something expensive. She deserved it. I couldn't stay mad at her. Gosh... That girl. I giggled and dialed Sana's number, but then I heard a knock on my door. I smiled. Must be the welcome drink, I thought.

I skipped out of my bedroom to the front door and opened it, but when I saw who was standing on the other side, I jumped back in shock.

"H–HOW THE FUCK!"

It was Someone-san.

"As I said, I have my ways..." he said flatly. "O–Oi! W–What are you doing here? Don't tell me you're staying in this suite too!" I stuttered, suddenly remembering the other bedroom. Was that a chuckle I heard? "I'm not. I'm just here to tell you that I'll be staying in the Hotaru Rooms. Do let me know if you ever want to leave," he said, gesturing towards the building right in front of my pavilion. With that, he left.

I stared at his back, dumbfounded. I went back inside my suite, and I sat on the sofa in the living room. How did he find me here? Did Sana tell him? Yeah. Fuck you, Sha. No expensive gift for you!

I made my mind up. I initially wanted to rest a little bit before going out, but I changed my mind. I should venture out of my suite and explore my hometown on my own right now. Someone-san would still be busy settling down in his room, so this was my chance!

I grabbed my phone and purse, before opening my room door silently. I checked my surroundings, worried if Someone-san would suddenly appear out of nowhere, but he was nowhere to be seen. I crept quickly back to the main building and into the lobby, but as soon as I reached the lobby, my blood boiled.

"HOW?!!" I yelled exasperatedly as Someone-san stood there in the lobby, staring blankly at me. "Never underestimate a nerd," he replied.

I stomped my feet in anger and whined. When was this nightmare going to end?

* * *

It was useless.

Every attempt.

Every plan.

Every escape.

All foiled.

No matter how hard I tried to get away from this masked man, he'd always pop up yet again like a fucking whac-a-mole. I was starting to question the reality of this world. No matter how far I ran or how lost I got, this man would just somehow find me and meet me at my next destination.

"Uzai..." I mutter as he found me yet again after my latest attempt to lose him in downtown Kyoto. "What did you say?" "I said: UZAI! You're a fucking pain in the ass!" I yelled at him. He sighed. "Look Hirai-san, I'm just trying to do my jo—" "Fuck you and your job, can't you give me a bit of privacy?" "Like I said, I'm—"

I flipped.

"You know what? Fuck your job, fuck the IPG, and most of all: FUCK YOU! I don't need to be watched, I don't need to be chaperoned! I'm a full grown adult! I can look out for myself, so YOU and your STUPID menpo mask can SCREW OFF and LEAVE ME ALONE!" I launched into a tirade.

A few people walking down the street looked at me scaredly, but I didn't care. I needed to vent my anger and frustration.

"Hirai-san..." "GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!" I yelled, before turning and walking away.

My footsteps were fast and heavy as I walked away from the biggest thorn on my side as of now. To my frustration, he kept following me.

"Hirai-san..." "I SAID FUCK O–OOH!!"

I tripped on a piece of jutting out pavement and lost my balance. My arms windmilled as I began to fall backwards onto the road, straight into the path of an oncoming car. I heard the horn honking loudly, and the headlights blinded me as my imminent doom approached in what seemed like slow motion.

A pair of strong hands grabbed and pulled me up in the nick of time. I shrieked as I felt my hair skimming the windscreen of the speeding car as I was pulled upright.

"What was that about looking out for yourself again?"

Someone-san was glaring at me. I couldn't formulate a single word as my heart thumped wildly in my chest. His eyes softened as he stared at me.

"Sumimasen... That wasn't nice of me. Hirai-san... Daijoubu desuka?"

The intervals between my breaths started to get shorter and shorter. Dots danced across my vision. Everything went blurry.

"Hirai-san? Momo!"

Everything went dark.

* * *

"Hirai-san... Daijoubu desuka?"

Her breathing started to get erratic and her pupils started to dilate. Her eyelids fluttered close and she started to fall.

"Hirai-san? Momo!"

My hand instinctively went to the back of her head, cushioning her fall. Her head landed on my hand instead of the concrete pavement and I felt a sharp jolt of pain ran up my arm as it hit the ground instead, saving her from brain damage.

"Fuck... That hurts," I cursed.

I rested her gently on the ground and checked my hand. I felt around for broken bones or fractures, and was grateful that I found none, but my hand hurts like hell. People were starting to surround us. That was dangerous. I lifted her up and carried her onto my arm.

"Is she alright?" a passerby asked me. I nodded. "Yes. Low blood pressure. Don't worry. Our place is near," I replied.

I swiftly carried her to my car that was parked nearby, and I placed her gently on the passenger seat. I rushed to the other side and entered the car before picking up her wrist and checking her pulse. It was strong. Good. She just needed more oxygen.

I stared at the unconscious idol that was always trying to escape from me, and I was stunned. Momo could be brash and slippery while awake, but now... She looked so peaceful. So...

Snap out of it!

I shook myself out of my trance. I took off my menpo mask and put it onto Momo's face before pressing one of the buttons on the side, releasing short bursts of oxygen into the mask for her to breathe.

I checked my phone to see how far we were from AMAN Kyoto. Shit. I had chased her all the way to Gion, at the heartbeat of downtown Kyoto. This was going to be a long journey.

* * *

I groaned and opened my eyes. Golden light of the setting sun streamed in through the windows. Shit... Where was I?

I felt something on my face, so I reached up and touched a wooden object. What the fuck? I panickedly ripped the thing off my face and flipped it around.

A menpo mask.

I shot up and looked around me. My heartbeat slowed as I realized that I was back in AMAN Kyoto's Takagamine Suite. My suite. Hang on... Wasn't I at Gion just now?

Suddenly, images came flooding back to my mind. The car, the close shave...

"Shit... I must've fainted," I sighed.

I slowly threw the covers off my body, and found myself still in my clothes from earlier.

How did I get back here?

I slowly turned and stared at the menpo mask.

Sumimasen... That wasn't nice of me. Hirai-san... Daijoubu desuka?

He saved me.

He saved me and brought me back here.

A rhythmic knock on my door brought me out of my thoughts. I somehow knew who was knocking. I got out of my bed, exited my bedroom, and walked to the front door. I opened it slowly, and sure enough, Someone-san was there.

"Ah... You're awake," he said with a kind smile.

I stared at him. I wanted to be mad, I wanted to feel mad, but I couldn't. He'd just saved me from certain death, even though I'd treated him like shit the entire day.

"May I come in?" he asked politely.

I nodded silently and stepped aside to let him pass. He walked in, took off his shoes, and continued walking to the dining room. I followed him silently. He sat at the tatami table and placed a plastic bag down on the table. He extended his arm and smiled, gesturing at the place opposite him. Somehow, I found myself complying, and silently sat in front of him.

"Thank you for cooperating," he said, his smile growing wider.

Someone-san pulled a metal bowl out of the plastic bag and set it nicely in front of me. He placed a pair of chopsticks next to it and gently pulled the lid open. My eyes widened in surprise. I couldn't believe it.

Jokbal. Over rice.

"H–How did you–?" "I have my sources," he replied in Korean. "Mas-issge deupsibssieyo."

What the fuck? He spoke Korean very eloquently! I stared at him in amazement, then at my favourite dish on the table. He chuckled.

"Go on, eat up. You need to increase your blood pressure after collapsing like that," he said kindly, still in Korean. "Joesonghamnida," I mumbled. "Eh? What for?" "For treating you like an ass the whole day... Y–You're just trying to keep me safe..."

He chuckled.

"You can make it up to me by eating up," he smiled, gesturing to the bowl in front of me.

I stared at the dish, and finally my hunger got the better of me. I cracked the chopsticks, picked up a piece, and shoved it into my mouth. Shit... This was good! I continued to shovel the jokbal into my mouth as I felt Someone-san smiling at me.

"Damn... W–Where did you get this?" I asked as I finished the bowl. "I have a connection," he said as he took the bowl and chopsticks from me and placed it back inside the plastic. "H–How did you know I liked jokbal?" I asked, feeling even more curious. "I know a lot more about you than you think, Hirai-san," he smirked. This sly fuck. "Are you always so mysterious?"

He laughed.

"Unfortunately so, Hirai-san. My job requires me to stay under the radar. You're the only person who's seen my face other than Sana-san, Taeyeon-san, and the IPG's original spy team from 2026," he said, switching back to Japanese. "Wait... Not even Suzy?" I asked him confusedly. "Not even Suzy-san," he said as he shook his head. "Then why me?" "I figured that since we'd be together for the whole week, might as well let you see my face," he said, shrugging.

I stared at him. He was undoubtedly an IPG associate, but what kind of associate was he that even the Head of IPG herself hadn't seen his face? Slowly, he stood up.

"Right. I'll leave you to be alone," he said.

Someone-san walked over to my bedroom and came back a second later with his menpo mask in his hands. He wore it and looked at me, giving me an eye smile.

"Can I ask you something?" I blurted. "Sure. Go ahead, Hirai-san," he replied. "Why do you always have to wear that?" I asked, pointing at his face.

He stared at me for a moment, before taking the mask off again. He approached the table and sat in front of me.

"Are you familiar with the 2026 YG Entertainment Scandal?" he asked. "Sort of..." I said, nodding my head. "Sana and Nayeon-unnie told me." "Well, I was part of a team of hackers that IU assembled to hack into YG's database and steal the names of Park Manse's associates for Sandara Park-san," he explained. I nodded.

"Actually... In the end, Kim Yeoni-san didn't get the names from Sandara-san, and instead he got it from Rosé-san, and then he gave it to Suzy-san. But... All that mattered was that the mission was a success, Park Manse and his associates failed, and Kim Jisoo-ssi was safe," he continued.

"Yeah... I heard that much," I said.

He took a deep breath and continued.

"That was the good part. The bad part was... Manse does have his resources and connections, and as you yourself know, he's a vengeful person. So, after he had to resign from his position in YG and go into hiding, his team started digging up on the hackers that got the names of his associates."

"He found out about our team, but he realized he couldn't do anything because most of the members are idols: Sandara, IU, and Red Velvet's Wendy. They are all under the IPG's protection, and going after them would only cause more trouble. So instead, he went after the only non-idol member of the team: Myself."

"He traced my IP address and got my identity, and he started sending his people to get me. Day after day, there was at least a team of assassins trying to end me. After three months of putting up with that every single day, IU and I decided that it was best for me to return here to Japan. As powerful as Manse might sound, his reach doesn't go beyond the borders of South Korea."

"With Sana's help, I changed my name, forged a new birth certificate and documents, and settled down back in my home country. Back with my family. Life was peaceful for a while, until my stupid ass... Well... Let's just say I did something stupid that landed me on the Yakuza's kill list."

What the fuck? My eyes widened in horror. He sighed and shook his head.

"The thing about the Yakuza is... Even if they can't get you, they'll start targeting your family. So... I moved my family–my parents and my young sister–to Korea, again with the help of Sana and the IPG, and... Well, I have been constantly on the run ever since, hiding my identity with this menpo mask," he said, lifting the mask.

"This week is the first time I'm letting myself take a break after... What... More than a year of running," he concluded.

I stared at him blankly. That was crazy!

"That's... Nuts..." I mused. To my surprise, Someone-san shrugged. "It's... Occupational hazard, I must say," he sighed. "Do you ever plan to go back?" I asked. "To Korea, I mean."

He stared at me silently for a moment, and slowly... He smiled.

"When this whole thing is over, when Sana and the IPG finally manage to apprehend Manse... Then I'll come back. For now, I'll continue to hide and assist from the shadows," he said.

I blinked a few times. He was risking his life to protect me... And... And I treated him like scum. Damn it. I was a terrible person.

"I'm sorry..." I uttered. "Don't be, Hirai-san... Shit happens, I just accept it and move on," he said generously. "No. I mean... I'm sorry... For treating you badly. Here you are, risking your life to keep me safe... And I'm... I'm just... Being difficult," I muttered, feeling embarrassed at myself.

I looked down, unable to stare at this kind man, but at that moment, suddenly I felt a warm touch on my shoulder. Someone-san had moved from his seat to my side.

"You don't need to feel bad, HIrai-san. In fact, I should be the one apologizing. You wanted to be alone, and I kept bugging you down," he said gently. I looked up and glared at him. "W–What do you mean? You're the one whose life is on the line!" I exclaimed.

Tears started to fill my eyes. I'd not felt this bad since SM HQ. I was being selfish again, unable to see things from a perspective other than mine. I was such a terrible person!

Slowly, I felt him grabbing my hands. I looked up at him guiltily, but the smile on his face made a strong sense of calmness wash over me. He stared deeply into my eyes and took a deep breath before speaking.

"Hirai-san. I wasn't forced into this position. Sana asked me to help her take care of you while you're here, to keep you safe, and I accepted her request willingly. I am not currently in danger. While I keep you safe, Sana and the IPG went the extra mile to keep me extremely protected these seven days. You shouldn't worry about me," he explained at length.

I stared into those kind eyes of his, and somehow... They seemed to radiate nothing but happiness. How did he do that? For the past God-knows-how-long since the YG incident he had been on the run, and yet... He still seemed calm and even managed to comfort me.

I understood now why Sana chose her to look after me. He was the best, and she would never entrusted me in the care of someone other than the best. I could only imagine just how much work Sana had to do to keep him safe while he protected me, and for that... I felt eternally grateful.

"Okay..." I whispered eventually. "I won't. I won't worry about you."

Someone-san smiled wider and gently released his grasp on my hands. He slowly stood up and smiled at me.

"Wonderful. I'll head back to my room then. Try to catch some rest and enjoy your suite," he said, flinging his eyes around the luxurious suite. "I will..." I said, finally finding my smile again.

He wore his menpo mask and walked to the door. I followed him there, and as he wore his shoes he looked at me.

"Sana said that you do get hungry fast, so... Whenever you're ready to have dinner, just knock on my room. It's 02-24. Second floor, go right after you exit the lift," he said. "Okay..." I nodded, then I heard him chuckling. "Or you can just run off. I'll find you either way," he said.

I chuckled.

"I'll knock this time," I said softly, reassuring him. His eyes looked surprised. "Oh? Why the sudden change of heart?" he asked. "We're going to be stuck with each other for seven days..." I smirked. "Might as well cooperate."

He chuckled again and nodded, before waving to me and leaving.

I stared at his back as he walked away, and only after he disappeared from sight did I go back inside my suite. I reached for my luggage and started unpacking, before taking off my clothes and walking slowly into the bathroom.

As I immersed myself in the warm water of the bathtub, I sighed and thought.

Now that I have changed my view of him... Something told me that Sana's little chaperone would make my week in Kyoto a lot more fun.

[wydguk]

exile - kth

pairing: taehyung x reader (ft. namjoon x reader)

genre: angst, tae and y/n are exes

warnings: really angsty.... there are arguments and screaming matches in here... sort of toxic relationship? they're bad at communication

word count: 3.4k

summary: it took you five whole minutes to pack the entirety of your relationship with taehyung and to leave.

note: I'M BACK!! namjoon has like one line in this i'm so sorry T.T there's like zero fluff. like absolutely no fluff. and chaeyoung makes an appearance in this! it's up to you if u wanna picture park chaeyoung (rosé) as chae or son chaeyoung from twice as chae lol.

ALSO! this is based on taylor swift and bon iver's song exile on the folklore album! i do not own the song or the lyrics in any way, shape or form.

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i can see you standing, honey

with his arms around your body

taehyung walks out of the store, scrolling through his phone. his day is just as mundane as it was yesterday and will be tomorrow. it’s been mundane since he last saw you.

his feet suddenly come to a stop when he hears your laugh ahead of him, but he shakes his head, reprimanding himself for thinking about you again. he’s about to continue his way down the street when he hears you laughing again and he looks away from his phone to see you laughing in someone else's arms.

he blinks. once, twice.

you’re there. you’re really there. he can hear his heart pounding in his ears and falling to his feet and jumping up into his throat all at once at the mere sight of you. you seem to notice him too, eyes widening before looking up at whoever you’re with. only then does taehyung register the fact that you’re not alone — you’re with someone else while he still wonders what went wrong every night before he sleeps.

you look happy. pure, genuine happiness is written in your eyes. the stranger’s arms are wrapped around you as you avoid taehyung’s eyes, continuing down the street as you listen to what your partner is saying. taehyung feels sick to his stomach.

laughin', but the joke's not funny at all

“you know, i’ve been thinking about removing my spine. i feel like it’s only holding me back!”

as you walk closer towards taehyung, he can hear the joke the other man is making.

you let out another laugh just as you walk right past him and he frowns. that is one of the worst jokes taehyung has ever heard and you laughed at it like it’s one of the best. which is misleading, considering the fact that taehyung used to tell you jokes all the time. his jokes were definitely funny. how have your standards gotten so low?

he lets out a breath he didn’t even realise he’d been holding, but this only allows him to smell your perfume, and it’s still the same perfume he’d given you on your last birthday.

your last birthday is probably the last time he really felt content. whole.

to pack us up and leave me with it

and it took you five whole minutes

holdin' all this love out here in the hall

taehyung doesn’t like to think of you because in spite of all the good memories, your last argument still ricochets in his head. withstanding the shouts and crashes is impossible when all he wants is to remember you laying in his arms, sharing a tub of ice cream.

three weeks after your birthday, you and taehyung sit at the dining table in silence, staring down intensely at your food. you haven’t fought since the week after your birthday, when you threw insults at each other just because the other couldn’t keep up with chores, or call to say they were okay. taehyung still thinks about the way you shouted at him.

-

“i don’t remember why i ever wanted to be with you!”

taehyung exhales, running a hand through his hair. “you don’t mean that, y/n. you’re just upse-”

“upset? yeah, i am upset. why shouldn’t i be? am i the one making mistakes? no! it’s you. it’s all you, taehyung!” you yell. “you have some nerve, taehyung.”

“so now it’s my fault? everything is my fault, because you’ve been the perfect girlfriend this whole time. you haven’t made a single mistake, and you have nothing to own up to, because you’re just so, so perfect, aren’t you, y/n?” taehyung is breathless and his blood is boiling.

“shut up! i don’t care. talk to me when you’re mature enough to own up to your mistakes.” you walk off and slam the bedroom door, leaving taehyung speechless. “real mature, y/n! go ahead, keep slamming the doors like it makes you any more mature.”

-

taehyung is jolted back into the present when he hears you set your fork down onto your plate. “tae, are you going to finish that? i’m about to wash the dishes,” you speak quietly, standing up to go to the kitchen. “i’ll wash it myself,” he replies, and he watches you enter the kitchen without a word.

he follows you in after a few minutes, where you’ve just finished washing your own dishes. instead of leaving, you lean against the island counter and he looks back at you. “i think we need to talk, tae.”

taehyung lets out a low chuckle as he looks down at the sink. “go ahead,” he’d already seen this coming, but now that it’s here, he doesn’t know how to act.

you’re silent. only when taehyung faces you do you speak. “i think we should break up,” you start. “i know,” he replies. “is this okay with you?” you reach out for his hand but he runs it through his hair before you get the chance to.

“y/n, you don’t have to stay if you’re not happy. regardless if i’m okay with it or not, i can’t just ask you to stay for my sake.” he sighs. he’s handling this better than he thought.

“thank you, taehyung.” you’re crying, but you wipe away your tears before they can fall. “i’ll… i’ll go soon.” you don’t look at him because you if you do, you know you’ll be crying your eyes out and convincing yourself to stay.

taehyung sits on the couch and stares straight ahead at the television screen, which is playing an action movie he has no intention to pay any mind to. all he can focus on is the sound of you shuffling around behind him, packing everything you own into your suitcase. he thinks about how easy it is for you to pack up the entirety of your relationship in a few minutes.

“tae?” you call out, standing by the door. his heart shatters when he realizes this is probably the last time he’ll see you in a long time. he gets off the couch and takes in your face, capturing your visage into his memory one last time. when you reach out for his hand, he doesn’t avoid it again. he won’t be able to do this again.

“i love you,” he whispers. “i love you too,” you look down at your intertwined hands before walking out and closing the door, leaving all the love behind with taehyung.

if you’ve thought about him since then, you won’t admit it, and he doesn’t know it.

i think i've seen this film before

and i didn't like the ending

taehyung refuses to think about the breakup again. he hates the way it ended.

you're not my homeland anymore

so what am i defending now?

taehyung watches you walk farther and farther away from him, and all he wants to do is reach out for you. he wants to rip you away from that stranger and feel you in his arms again, feel your warm hand in his.

but you’re not his anymore, and he let you go all those months ago. he has no reason to feel this way. the green eyed monster shouldn’t be clawing away at his rational thoughts, yet still taehyung’s feet are begging to let him run after you and make you his again. he wants to return things back to the way they were, to the pure love you had for each other.

he has no reason to feel this way.

you were my town, now i'm in exile, seein' you out

when did things change? you were his home and his heart. it’s been months and he still doesn’t understand.

i can see you starin', honey

like he's just your understudy

you’re laughing at another one of namjoon’s jokes when you feel someone’s eyes on you, their stare heavy. when you look ahead, it’s taehyung. the same taehyung who you left alone in his apartment all those months ago. the same taehyung you laid with in bed every night. the same taehyung whose shirt you spilt coffee all over, and the same taehyung you met at the museum all those years ago.

it’s taehyung.

your eyes widen and you turn away as quicker than you can blink, muttering underneath your breath. “it’s my ex.” namjoon’s grip around you tightens. sneaking a glance at taehyung again, you can see how his eyes are unblinking. it’s not written on his face or in his body language, but from his eyes alone you can already tell how he feels about namjoon.

there is nothing violent or scary about his stare, but it’s almost arrogant. he looks at namjoon like he’s just a temporary replacement despite the fact that you both know you’re never getting back together.

like you'd get your knuckles bloody for me

taehyung isn’t a violent person. he’s the type of person to calmly talk things out, the type of person to break up a fight. he’d never even hurt a fly. once, you watched as he picked up a spider and let it crawl across the balcony railing while you shrieked from inside.

so it’s shocking when you watch as his hands twitch and his jaw clenches. taehyung’s definitely protective, but what does he have to protect now? why does he look like he’s about to pummel namjoon into the ground? he agreed to let you go.

second, third, and hundredth chances

balancin' on breaking branches

you gave him so many chances. so many opportunities to apologize.

but did he? no.

those eyes add insult to injury

he probably thinks you got over him quicker than you did. in fact, it took you weeks that bled into months to get over him. there were numerous occasions where you considered knocking on his door and taking it all back, but you never could. it drained you emotionally just thinking about it.

“he made you so happy, y/n,” chaeyoung says as she tries to shake you out of your trance. “just text him or something.” giving up, she flops down next to you on the bed, snatching the tub of ice cream out of your hands.

you groan, shoving your face deeper into the pillow. “he hurt me so bad, chae. i don’t know if i can just forget about it all just to go back to him,” you sit up and let her feed a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth.

“you don’t have to date him again, dummy. it’d still be a good idea for you to get some closure at the very least, right?” you hate how chaeyoung is always right, especially when it comes to these situations. “i don’t want closure.” you state grumpily. “i’m just gonna stay here with you every day and cry about how much i miss him.”

“if you’re gonna do that at least buy your own ice cream…” she hums, and you grin at her before eating another spoonful.

you don’t like the way he’s looking at namjoon. it only rubs in the fact that he’s being jealous when he has no right to be.

it’s completely unfair.

i'm not your problem anymore

so who am i offending now?

before you broke up, he was always complaining about the little things you would or wouldn’t do, nitpicking at the simplest of details. in time, you got used to his nagging and he got used to your habits. even now, in your head, you still hear his voice reminding you to do this and not to do that.

his friends didn’t seem to like you all that much, so you tended to stay home whenever taehyung invited you to spend the night out with his friends. although he’d always frowned whenever you turned him down, he’d brush it off and leave you alone to your sleepless nights waiting up for him.

“text me next time if you’re coming home late, okay?” you whisper as you look at his fluttering eyelashes under the covers.

“i will,” he mumbles sleepily before drifting off, arms tightly wrapped around you.

he never remembered to text you.

it’s foolish of him to look at you like that. he looks agitated and offended and sad all at once but what could you do? he wasn’t yours and you weren’t his to take care of anymore.

i think i've seen this film before

so i'm leaving out the side door

you hate the way he’s making you feel in only a few short seconds, so you look up at namjoon again and laugh at whatever joke he’s making again. it took you this long to get over taehyung and you weren’t going to throw it all away just because you’ve seen him again.

so step right out, there is no amount

of crying i can do for you

when taehyung arrives home, the first thing he does when he gets into his bed is cry. he’s always been alarmingly good at suppressing his emotions but seeing you again after so long has taken its toll on him.

he hasn’t cried like this in a while, but it hurts just as much as the last time.

-

two hours later, taehyung stares up at the ceiling when he suddenly feels the urge to text you. before he knows it, his fingers are typing away uncontrollably and pressing the send button. instead of reading what he sent you, he sets his phone down on his bedside table and falls asleep.

when you arrive home that night, you check your notifications and choke on your spit when you see that taehyung has sent you a message. “chae,” you call out, throwing yourself onto the couch. humming, she comes out of her room. “taehyung texted me.”

her eyes bulge out as she throws herself onto you and pulls your phone out of your grasp. “no way!” she yells, standing up and raising her hands up to her mouth. “you’re kidding me!”

“don’t get too excited!” you laugh, sitting up straight. “he just wants to meet for coffee. it’s no big deal!”

“no big deal? y/n, you haven’t spoken since you broke up!” she lets out a breath, placing her hands on her hips. “he has some god-level timing. right when you and namjoon start going out? unbelievable.”

you reach for your phone, almost tumbling off the couch when chaeyoung pretends she's not returning it to you. begrudgingly sighing, she throws the phone into your lap and cuddles into your side and continues her earlier humming. "it doesn't matter if namjoon asked me out or not. there's going to be nothing romantic about our meetup. we're just gonna talk about whatever he wants to talk about and that's it!" you decide. if you keep repeating it to yourself in your head like a mantra you might start to believe it.

"isn't it strange though? how he's texting you out of nowhere after months and months? he's thinking about you, y/n!" chaeyoung giggles.

"well," you start. "i did see him earlier today while i was out on my date with namjoon…" chaeyoung whips her head around to look at you, shock written all over her face. "y/n, you're joking," squealing, she flails her legs around giddily. "you guys are meant to be. nsmjoon won't mind. he'll understand when he sees you two together."

"chae!" you whine. it would be devastating to break namjoon's heart after how good he's been to you. "i can't break his heart like that, he's done nothing wrong! he's a perfectly sweet guy and he really does care about me."

"are we talking about taehyung or namjoon?" chaeyoung teases, a smirk on her lips.

"chae…" you groan.

"fine, fine! i'll stop. but you have to meet him for that coffee. it's going to be the best coffee meeting you'll ever have in your life. i can feel it in my bones."

you hate how you hope she's right.

-

never being the patient type, your leg bounces restlessly as you wait for taehyung at your table. the coffees you bought for the two of you are still steaming hot when you look up to the sound of the door bells jingling and lock eyes with taehyung, who gives you a sheepish smile.

"hey," he starts. sliding into the chair opposite you. "you didn't have to get me this," he motions toward the coffee.

pushing his cup closer towards him, you shake your head, a tight-lipped smile plastered across your face. "it's nothing," you reply. "so why did you want to meet me here?"

unbeknownst to namjoon, you didn't cancel your plans with him because you had a supposed dentist appointment. if you told him you were going to meet taehyung he surely would've stood guard outside your door to prevent you from leaving while chae would lecture him on letting you make your own decisions.

it was easier this way.

"i just figured we haven't talked in a while. what's up with you? how's it going?" he says. you narrow your eyes at him and take a sip of your coffee. "what reason do we have to talk? we're not in each other's lives anymore." you decide. setting down your cup, your fingers lightly drum against the table, and you watch as his face drops and his eyebrows furrow.

"maybe if you didn't walk out on us we'd still be in each other's lives," he mutters. "w-what?" you gasp, taken aback. "you let me go! i asked you and you said it was fine. would you rather have us both unhappy but still in a relationship?"

leaning back, he sighs. "i was happy, y/n. you-"

"but not happy enough! not the natural happiness that wasn't always on the edge of turning sour. didn't you notice, taehyung? all this time, we've always walked a very thin line." you rant, your feelings getting the best of you. "i didn't and i don't want you to settle for the bare minimum, lo- taehyung." your heart stutters when you almost let his old pet name slip, his eyes meeting yours, unblinking.

taehyung stares at you for a moment. "and how did you know, y/n? that i wasn't happy? that i wasn't content or whole in our relationship?" you pause, throat constricting. "yea, i let you go. but i didn't want to. not for a single second did i ever consider willingly letting you slip away from me. but what could i do? you still left, i had to let you because i knew you'd be happier. but ypu, you didn't even hear me out, and you never gave a warning sign."

"i gave so many signs!" you protest. "i-"

"and i was just supposed to catch on? you couldn't even say it straight to my face?" he's unrelenting, eyes burning holes into your soul. he's angry and he's hurting and you know it's partially your fault. maybe even wholly. "all this time, i never learned to read your mind." he scoffs.

"yea, i guess you never learned to read my mind. and i'm sorry i expected that much from you! but you never turned things around. you didn't try to figure out what was going wrong and if we could mend it." you sputter, and you feel your cheeks starting to heat up.

"i'm saying! you never gave a warning sign. what could i do?" you've never seen taehyung look so small and defeated, and your heart aches in your chest. all you want to do is take him into your arms and tell him everything will be alright.

yet you can't. maybe all those months ago you could've. and you thought you had moved on and you thought he had too, but it's become glaringly obvious that none of you have.

"tae…" his eyes widen and he blinks at you. "taehyung! taehyung. i should go…" you murmur. taking his hand, you study the lines on his palm and the divots on his knuckles and let out a watery smile.

"you always do," he replicates your smile and watches as you stand up. "i love you."

"i love you too," you whisper.

when you walk away, you half expect him to chase after you and beg for you to stay, but you know it's too selfish of you to want it.

when you walk away, he half expects you to turn around like they always do in the movies, but he knows your pride always gets the best of you.

you've both seen this film before, and neither of you liked the ending.

/

note: very unedited and also this was a bitch to re-stylize on tumblr. thank you very much for reading! like or reblog if you enjoyed it and feel free to tell me what u think :) my asks and my dms are always open!

[astra-aki]

Handwriting Headcanons!

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Characters: Shimizu Kiyoko, Tetsurou Kuroo, Tadashi Yamaguchi, Shigeru Yahaba

Request: [Nope] Yup

Warning: There is a minor time skip spoiler for Kuroo's job but it's in this format ~ ⚠blah blah⚠ ~ so feel free to ignore it.

Notes: I'm fully aware they would write in Japanese but it's easier to see the different styles in English for me, also this whole post is English so there's that too

Kiyoko

she'd have nice handwriting but not that perfect cursive type stuff yaknow?

and I feel like no one can ever tell when she writes notes because literally everyone expects her handwriting to be that perfect cursive

and no one but Yachi knows but it annoys the living shit out of her

like ffs she knows she's gorgeous, no one ever lets her forget, but she's not perfect in every way like they all expect from her

Kuroo

⚠⚠⚠⚠my man is a buisnessman, he gotta have that fancy ass writing⚠⚠⚠⚠

and I know the fandom has all mutually agreed this but I still headcanon think he was really into chem in highschool, and I think that he originally wanted to pursue that instead of what he actually ended up doing

so he would look up scientist's research to learn more about about biochem (also a headcanon of mine) and saw how a lot of scientists had a handwriting style similar to this (idk if that's true im just making this up lmao)

and he was weird and thought "hm, if I have that fancy scientist handwriting that'll mean I'll be closer to being one"

it didn't work, not because he wasn't good enough he just changed his mind at some point, but he does get compliments on his handwriting so he's happy about that

Yamaguchi

okay so I know he has the whole vibe of having nice handwriting but I think his s u c k s

like its no way near as bad as hinata's or noya's, which are practically illegible btw, but its not good either

I like to headcanon that he has some form of adhd or something along those lines, so his brain sometimes moves too too fast and he writes down the wrong word, or the same word twice, or misspells is, or a variety of other things

and it doesn't help that he always uses a pen either

everytime they have to take notes Tsuki always tells him to use a pencil but "nah, I'll be fine I won't mess anything up this time"

he does though

like

in every line lmao

but he doesn't really care cause no one else is reading them anyway

Yahaba

the boy has immaculate handwriting

like look at it, its amazing

so amazing infact that there's not a single person in the world that seen his handwriting and hasn't complemented it

ffs even Kyoutani did

and, perks of said beautiful handwriting

he could write litterally the worst stuff and get a higher grade just because of how good it looks,

like he could write 'Fuck' and it would be the most graceful fuck you've ever seen

Masterlist

© 2021 Astra-Aki all rights reserved.

[uwuch9n]

hey person !! today i'll be writing some 2AM sugawara fluff because i'm bored and not tired :D hope u enjoy reading !

characters: sugawara & nb y/n (self insert or oc)

warnings or possible triggers: hands are touched, making out, neck being grabbed (not aggressively!!,) suga and y/n both tear up, goosebumps, a confession, & hugging ! please do not continue reading if any of these things could trigger any unwanted reactions ! maybe the next time i write some fluff or sfw fanfics you’ll be able to read ‘em !

picnic date after practice.

you watch sugawara, asahi, and daichi all laughing and messing around after practice, while kageyama and hinata do their gay little thing. you've been watching them play for the longest time, cheering them on in the crowd, and now that you're in the official karasuno volleyball team, you can't even believe how pretty sugawara actually is up close. or how good they cooperate in the team, that too. sugawara caught your attention the most though, and you knew exactly what it was. his beautiful smile and his soothing voice. though he's never actually talked to you as anything more than a teammate, you felt as though he was just.. special.

of all the boys in the volleyball team, or even in the entirety of karasuno, sugawara was the one you really would like to know the most.

that's when you finally snap out of your little fantasy world and realize that THE sugawara is walking up to you with the biggest smile. you start to tense up, obviously. you've been crushing on him since when..? ever since you saw him? yeah.

"hey there y/n ! i got a question for you, if you don't mind taking a few minutes to talk!" he says enthusiastically. woah. sugawara knows your name and wants to talk to you. SUGAWARA. WANTS. TO. TALK. TO. YOU. and he knows your name.

"wh- yeah sure i've got all day! what's up?" you say acting like this was totally cool with you and you totally weren't just thinking about him. his smile doesn't leave his face, in fact it only grows bigger. he seemed glad that you were free all day. you just didn't know why he was so happy about it.

"awesome ! well i was trying to reach you yesterday but i guess you aren't the type to pick up random numbers are you," he giggled, "i should've messaged you instead... but anyway! i wanted to talk to you about your blocking.. it's really impressive. and i just wanted to say that for a new addition to our team, you really are very skilled. and im so proud of you for that y/n! but im getting off track here aren't i.." he rambled on and on about how impressed he was by you and how he wanted to get to know you better. you sat there flustered and shocked, but still willing to listen to every compliment he threw at you.

his rambling continued and you are able to understand all of it, but then you hear him ask you... a very WATTPAD-ESQUE question.

"i was wondering if maybe you wanted to go on a little picnic date with me so that we could talk about the team.. or if you'd like, talk about each other! whatever you want, i'll make sure to make it happen and-" you cut him off. "MHM! let's totally do it!! i'm so down !! SO PUMPED !! woohOOO! i would love that !!" you blabber out excitedly.

"awe great! when would you like to go? like in a few minutes?? maybe tomorrow? i mean we could go get dressed at home and then bring all the supplies and stuff and meet up at a park if you're fine with it! i'll send you the address of my favorite park.. here lemme just..."he proposed while reaching for his phone. you nod in agreement and both of you exchange numbers, giving each other nicknames in the contact list.

fast forward; you two are already at the park, setting up the picnic spot. (i know im lazy im sorryy)

"alright doll, would you mind bringing over the food basket i set up for us? it's right- yeah right there!" he giggled as you quickly pointed at where it was while he was mid-sentence. he brushed off any unnecessary leaves and dirt on the picnic blanket, and sat down, moving around the food items and snacks to make the setup look cuter and more enjoyable. you finally finish bringing over all the snacks you brought from home and set them down, organizing them alongside suga.

"is that a separate bowl of konpeitō??!" you ask shocked. it was your personal favorite candy and you were curious to know how HE knew that. "yeah it is! i love konpeitō a lot so i brought some for us to share, it's my favorite candy." he replied while scratching his head. "no way! it's my favorite candy too! that's cool!!" you say very hyped. you both giggle and talk about how you two were feeling. things like "how was your week?" and "did you enjoy practice?" were probably the first few questions of the bunch.

of course, the conversation didn't stay dry, and you two talk about lots of things, ranging from why your favorite song was actually a meme song to why sugawara doesn't like to share his snacks with daichi because he eats them all.

you both enjoyed the delicious konpeitō, nommed on some homemade suga-sandwiches, and sipped on fruit punch flavored juice happily while talking about how cute the ducks at the park were.

then sugawara's curiosity kicked in.

"hey doll, i think you already know what i saved you as in my phone, but i never found out what you saved me as.. is it alright if you tell me?" he asked suddenly. he was itching to know what you decided to call him. this was very important to sugawara and you could tell, so you quickly followed up. "i got you saved as suga-bear with a white heart next to it!" you said, smiling gently. he blushed a bit from how calm you said it. your smile made his mind go blank.

"that's.. adorable y/n.. that's so cute..." he lets out after finally finding out how to breathe again. you look away, clearly blushing because of how cute he looked while saying that. he finally mustered up the courage to caress your soft tender hand, squeezing it, not too tightly, and then slowly redirecting his hand to your warm, rosy cheek.

"y/n, honestly.. if i didn't ask you on this date would i have even known how incredibly cute you actually were?" he said as he looked deeply into your eyes, getting lost in them by each passing second. your thoughts raced as his warm hand rested against your left cheek and the wind slowly hit your back. you could hear your heart beating much faster than before. it was a very tense yet relaxing moment.

before you could even respond to his rhetorical question, he leaned in and slowly kissed your lips, his tongue accidentally slipping in. neither of you regretted it though. you kissed back; and for a short moment, your mind went blank. you could feel both his hands moving towards your neck and shoulders. he grabbed your neck gently and only fell into a deeper kiss than when his lips first met yours. his fingers wrapped around your neck and even just the feeling of it gave you goosebumps.

"i don't know if it's too soon to even say this but it's just... it feels right to." he says as he pulled away from the kiss. "doll..." he sighed. "i love you.. and im not holding back from saying that because i know that if we spend even just one more minute together i'll already want to give you the world and all of the universes on a silver platter." he confessed.

you couldn't even believe what was happening. i mean, the kiss alone was enough to make you pass out and yet here you were listening to your crush of 3 years confess his love to you at a cute picnic date.

"i... i love you a lot. im not just saying that because we're here on a little picnic date and i'm not saying it with hopes to make you feel better or give you false hope. i truly feel like you just.. make me feel even more comfortable being myself. even if it was just a short picnic date, even if we played together once or twice during practice, even if this is our first time actually having a full-on conversation. i really do love you... so so much.." you could see a tear rolling down his cheek as he mouthed "thank you" and kissed your cheek.

he went in for a hug and moved his hands and arms up and down against your back. he laughed off his tears while still rubbing your back, and pulled away to wipe his tears. you could tell he wasn't joking about it and that made you get a little emotional too. he grabbed your face and kissed your forehead, then your nose, and lastly, a small peck on the lips.

"suga... i didn't know you felt the same way i did.." you said, reassuring him that you loved him just as much. he laughed through his tears and then sniffed. you could see how he was quickly getting much more comfortable with you.

"i always have... it's just now i'm able to actually tell you about it.. yknow?" he laughed. he intertwined his fingers with yours and tightly held your hands, putting them both close to his face and gently planting kisses on them. both of you looked into each other's eyes and leaned in for a final kiss while the sun was setting.

from the second you saw him, to the moment you two kissed, you knew suga was the one.

that’s all ! i hope you enjoyed this self insert x suga fluff fanfic ! i can't even tell if this one's good or not, but that's because i wrote this at like 2AM and i'm just posting it now because of the lil mistakes lmao. i dont rlly expect this to do any good, just a random fluff i wrote :,)

[rogue-barnes-16]

STRANGERS

Summary: you didn't know each other, neither of you would have looked at one another if it had been an average day. But it wasn't.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (modern au)

Genre: fluff

Permanent Taglist: @notexactlythatgirl @thisismysecrethappyplace

Warnings: language, that Gif (yeah. That's a warning)

A/N: in my English book there's an article called "Touching Strangers", which talks about an experiment made by the American photographer Richard Renaldi. It was so good, and I thought, I need to write a fic about this. Enjoy (^u^), feedback is always appreciated guys <3.

I was enjoying my beautiful Sunday mornings, I didn't have to do anything, so the plan was sleep till noon.

But no.

Why would I want to sleep, if I had the most annoyingly loud roommates in the fucking world? "Nat, c'mon!" I got up and I saw Wanda whining in front of our bathroom door, which was closed. Probably Nat was inside. "Nat it was your fucking turn! Not mine!"

"it's. nine. In the fucking. Morning" I hissed, walking towards Wanda. "and it's. Sunday. So" I gave her a deadly glare before whispering "stop yelling, or you'll die."

"Okay" Wanda replied, and I was going to come back to bed, to enjoy the rest of my morning, but I couldn't "but, Y/n listen" I sighed and hummed "it's Nat's turn to run errands, right? Not mine" I nodded, feeling my eyelids heavier with each second.

"just do it Wanda!" We heard Nat's distressed voice. "you don't have anything to do anyway!" Wanda opened her eyes and mouth, showing something between shock and anger.

Okay that was it. I groaned and started to knock the door repeatedly. "Natalia Alianovna Romanova" When I called her by her full Russian name, she knew she had fucked up. "care to explain why the hell can't you run errands when it's your fucking turn?"

Silence. And then the door opened, showing Nat wearing a floral sundress, too happy for her. Wanda was trying to control her giggle, which made Nat's cheeks get red. "Maria is picking me up to meet her parents"

"So you're making Wanda yell at you at NINE IN THE FUCKING MORNING, BECAUSE YOU HAVE A DATE?" I groaned frustrated.

"Please Y/n, could you do it?" I heard Wanda behind me, her chin resting over my shoulder. "Viz is picking me up early" when I didn't answer, she nudged her head against my shoulder. "pretty please?"

"gosh Wan, you're like a fucking cat" I didn't need to see her face to know she was pouting. Great, Wanda was pouting, Natasha was silently pleading, and my Sunday had just ruined.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I got in the shower and I opened the faucet. Natasha had already left —Maria had come to pick her up—, and Wanda was already having breakfast. She would probably leave before I got out of the shower.

After half an hour, I came out of the bathroom, already dressed up, drying my hair. After having a light breakfast, I left the apartment.

It was a cloudy day, and it seemed like it could rain, but I had decided to wear a knee-length dress, and I wasn't going to go upstairs to change again, so I started to walk to the shop.

I wasn't going to be out for more than a couple of hours, so I didn't have to worry about the weather.

I walked during ten minutes approximately, before someone touched my shoulder "Excuse me" I turned around to face a man with a professional camera hanging on his neck "would you mind helping me with a project?"

"Uhm" I unlocked my phone to see the time. It was early, and I wasn't in a rush, so why not? I smiled up at the photographer. "sure, what's the project about?"

He smiled playfully before shrugging "you'll see" the he turned around and touched the shoulder of the first person he saw "Excuse me" the man stopped walking, taking off his headphones. "would you mind helping me with a project?"

"I- Uh..." he glanced at me briefly, but when our eyes crossed he looked away. "Okay, what do I have to do?"

The photographer eyes lit up with joy. "Okay, come with me guys" the man looked at me again and I gave him a polite smile, which he quickly returned.

We followed the photographer to a tall building. We entered into the hall, where there was a couple large eccentric armchairs. In front of them, there was a group of people setting up the place for a photo shoot.

The guy who had come with us looked around, as curious as me about what was happening. "I'm Richard Renaldi, and, as you can see, I'm a photographer" he walked towards his team and started to help them. "we're working on a project, Touching Strangers."

Renaldi quickly caught the boy's attention with that name, and I have to say he looked a bit anxious. "Wait wait wait" he put a strand of his behind him ear. "what do you mean?"

"Relax" the photographer said calmly. "this is completely voluntary, you don't have to do it if you want to" the boy seemed to relax and nodded. "we approach and ask complete strangers to physically interact while posing together for some portraits."

This seemed quite interesting, and definitely funny. "Okay" I crossed my arms over my chest and smiled. "I'm down for it. Seems interesting." I glanced at the boy besides me. "what do you say?"

He pursed his lips, staring at me for a moment. Then he sighed and took off his headphones and backpack, leaving them on the floor. "Okay, let's do it"

I crouched and left my things besides his, before getting up, waiting for that Richard guy to tell us what to do "there's one more thing." he stopped what he was doing to peek at us. "we're not giving you instructions, you'll have to improvise."

I felt the boy's eyes trained on me, probably waiting for me to do something. He seemed the shy type of guy, or maybe just someone introvert. "Okay, come with me" I wasn't super outgoing, but I figured I would have to make the first move, or we would stand still forever.

I stopped walking right in front of one of the armchairs and I turned around to look at the boy. Gosh, this was awkward. We stood there for a moment, and I had time to observe him.

And he was undeniably handsome. Steel blue eyes, dark hair, plump lips, sharp jaw, and well built. He should have seemed intimidating, but I felt like I was the one intimidating him.

"so" he put another strand of hair behind his ear. Maybe it was a nervous habit. "I don't really know what to do" he smiled sheepishly.

"Me neither" I let out a nervous laugh and I glanced at the photographer "this is getting awkward, give us some ideas please"

"I'm sorry, we can't" he gave us an apologetic smile. But gosh, he was enjoying this awkward situation and I knew it.

"what if we just sit down?" the boy shyly suggested. I nodded and he sat down in one of the armchairs.

And then it hit me. There were two arm chairs, but this was about to make physical contact. I chewed my lip nervously.

And then I thought, fuck it. I wasn't going to see him again, so it didn't really mater if I made a fool of myself.

The boy seemed confused when I sat on his lap, my knees caging him. I was facing him, so I could see the blush going all the way up to his neck. "Relax" I whispered with a reassuring smile on my face.

He smiled back and God, it was the purest smile in the world. His hands found mines and he brought them to his lips. He pecked my knuckles and I smiled.

I didn't even hear the camera, I was too caught up in the moment, so was he.

They took a couple of pictures more, and then we left.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Hey Y/n/n!" I didn't even bother to greet Wanda, I just threw my keys over the table. "wait, where're the groceries?"

"I've been in a photo shoot" before she could ask anything I kept talking. "I met a guy"

"what's his name?" I just shrugged and walked to my room.

A Month Later

As soon as I heard Richard Renaldi had set up a street exposition of his project 'Touching Strangers', I left the apartment and I walked to the place where the pictures had been displayed. There were around fifty pictures, maybe more, and they were all amazing.

My picture was in the middle. I have to recognize it looked amazingly intimate. It seemed like we had known each other for a long- "ouch!"

Someone bumped into me, quickly holding me steady, so I wouldn't lose the balance. "Fuck I'm so sorry- I wasn't..." his voice died when we saw each other's face. "oh... Hi" that sheepish grin.

I chewed my lip holding back my smile. "hey there." we stood like that for a while until he realized he was still holding me. He quickly pulled away, putting a strand of his hair behind his ear. "I'm Y/n, by the way." I said, flashing him a smile.

He licked his lips nervously, still smiling. "I'm James, but everyone calls me Bucky." another moment of silence. We looked at each other's eyes for a long while, before he broke the contact and pointed at the picture. "it was a good idea to sit down."

"yeah, it was" I peeked at him and he peeked at me. We both let out a giggle, staring at the photograph.

"So uhm, Y/n"

"yeah Bucky?"

Another giggle. He turned around to face me before talking again. "uhm... Do you want to grab a coffee or something?"

My smile grew bigger. "sure, I haven't had breakfast."

"we should fix that" he replied. I just nodded and without thinking twice, I extended a hand for him to take it. And surprisingly, he did. "by the way, I was asking you out."

I let out a laugh, resting my head against his shoulder. "I'm aware." he smiled awkwardly and nodded. "by the way, I said yes."

"I'm aware." I smiled up at him and he returned it. It felt right. It didn't feel like we were strangers.

[horansqueen]

I was dreaming in my dream lol first of (I didn't know it was possible) and sooo I was like at walking and then idk I thought about flying and I did, and I was like "you.. You can't fly when you're up am I dreaming? (it's like a lucid dream and I already tried to do that before but twice I did it I woke up after because I was too excited to succeed it) and sooo I was like OK I had to try something else to be sure I'm dreaming.

So I did try to let appear Niall in front of me but I failed it was someone else but it was like a wax figure ahahah so I told myself to try with small things first and I tried with a bus (small things I said huh ahah) so I was now on a road and then I saw the 1D bus tour and that's here I think about make the boys appeared but I failed again and there only was there doll (the one they sold in 2012 I guess?) and so I try more and I got the doll after it but in real size 😂 and sooo I tried another last things.

I took my phone in my hands and search for recent Niall picture and I thought with all my mind that he we'll be in front of me and I did it!! But then in my dream I woke up (and that's why I said I was dreaming in my dream) because I took my phone and start to type the dream in my notes but it was all weird like the word I typed wasn't what was showing on the screen. And that's all of this dream

And I know I was a dream in a dream because when I really woke up after it I checked my sleep tracker because I got an huawei watch that u know, record or idk how it works your sleep and it tells you how was your sleep and if you woke up in the night and I didn't woke up + I checked my note on my phone and no one of them was edited during the night soooo that's weir and cool and idk that's the first time I had a lucid dream. Or sort of idk 😄

omg thats such a weird dream! does that mean you can control your dreams to an extent? i could never do that tbh! thats cool lol im jealous! too bad you had to wake up when Niall appeared!!!! let me know if you have an other dream!

[pokefanbri]

1st I have to say this b4 I repeat the post from fb. This is a place where I can speak my mind freely without judgement, speak my peace even. Which is exactly what im gonna do so prepare for a read. So think what u want idc, but the last thing I wanna do is tick some1 I know off cause on some level there's a mutual appreciation & respect regardless of my impression. And anyone that reads this isn't obligated to understand my opinion & I dont expect u to. With my brain its my thought process to let information out of my head so I can put things aside, observe & absorb more lol. Writing is another tool or coping mechanism for my anxieties & other psych ailments, treatment for my mental health depends on it & other hobbies in other words, especially during shutdown, something to focus on. Heck even youtube is recommended by my doctor if it keeps me happy lol. But because ill be working again, I may not have time to do alot of things I like sadly..idk i just wouldnt want to be burnt out & focus on more important things. I have a high respect for anyone working around people during this time & it must worrisome for u too, means I have to keep on my toes as well soon..its a scary world out there for an introvert but I was killin it in NY too. It was just a slow steady process with all the limitations & moving my life up there wasn't easy to begin with but I pulled through & did it all...only for it to be taken away.

So, I'm an Irish, German, Canadian,British Mut from tucson. Maternal & paternal immidiate families lineage mixed made me, including my NY blood from my bio dad. The rest is all over Europe but u get the idea. Tucson may be where i was born & my 1st home without a father & raised not knowing (were mardi gras babies btw 😒)

But NY is & will forever be my 2nd home i dont care what any1 says, I felt I belonged there. Its the other half of me quite literally.Theres a memory that's really been bugging me. Last day b4 i left it, a bald eagle flew across my path in the sky no joke going NE & I was departing back to the SW. I chose the eagle years ago cause I identify with it. including the background symbolism in different phases of my life that included them lol, but to actually see one was just amazing.

They symbolize strength+freedom in general despite it standing for the country from sea to shining sea lol. Also Braviary was always in my pokemon team besides pikachu since its gen came out lol. I've always been strong, whether some believe it to be true or not is their problem, only I know the things I've gone through. Point is different ends of the spectrum its always been with me throughout in some way & im glad i got to share it with someone that gave me the freedom I needed.

But yea I experienced what its like to be there & got to know that part of me even if I didn't find him & maybe didnt care...I feel I was meant to be there. I was in touch with my roots, lower Temps & above sea level rather than high temps & below sea level 🤣 I loved everything about my time up there. It'll always be a part of me, & I hope to see it again. But I digress.

But in regards to the relationship itself, emphasizing on what i said b4. Just as it i got "settled" in it was gone & I had no clue what was happening without my knowledge, the whole plan to bring me back, all of it, the whole chain of events that unfolded the way it did starting with leaving a marriage in the 1st place to be with him i mean come on lol. Chasing a dream that didn't play out the way we had hoped. I took leap of faith & I ended up starting over twice in 1 year with no benefit of the doubt. I still have my ny health insurance for the rest of the yr, I have to add it to my list to apply again in az. Ive been wearing the wrong prescription glasses for 6 months under quarantine & they're just now getting to stage 4 of opening lol. Just understand how frustrating that actually is for someone like me & u totally get it 😅 U want to take care of business but sometimes you're limited & gotta work around it. had all that covered there & then was told I settled, wrong thing to say & its no wonder I didn't blow up in his face right there & then 😒. But I have retraint & can control myself. Though it was out of my hands the new relationship didn't have to go sour, been just as long if not more, could've actually thrived given the proper balance with room to grow. Idk, Sometimes I honestly don't think anyone believed in me. I mean I have no debt, no record, no kids, im a clean slate type of girl lol. Yes I did end up feeling unappreciated, underestimated, a bit neglected, insecure about my body, ashamed for being myself, & I shouldn't have to feel that way at all & if that happens there obviously something off. I just didnt know what it is he wanted & needed, i wanted to help & be a good partner to this dude but why is it bad to ask the same in return? I shouldn't have to drastically change myself to fit someones standard i know, but...i needed the old him back, I missed the old us & wanted to get back to that.. Was always so closed off & probably ended up in his own head who knows, maybe there was guilt for some of the things he did & didnt want to hurt me anymore, spare my feelings any more than it did b4 it was too late.idk whatever the excuse i still don't know what triggered it all to fail so easily & i don't think i ever will. But ending up with the conclusion that I was the problem, its narcissistic to even believe that & i won't accept it. Not when he can't confront his own issuse & put blame onto himself too.. it was a low blow & literally felt like my heart was pierced at the sound of it. If im to blame its the other way around as well. My point of view wasn't acknowledged so this is my take & experiences of happened so plz dont hate me for speaking my truth.

But yea I can tell when somethings not right & feel strong empathy for others emotions. I knew something was different, there were signs everywhere since the mistrust started & during the last half of that time with him I questioned everything but sat in my own headspace as well as he did just thinking about it. If anything we failed eachother, the blame is on us both but idk what else i could've done to get through to him. That's the stubbornness, he wouldn't budge. Despite how things went down..Leaves me to think, what was the point of having me there in the 1st place, to not follow through with our shared hopes & dreams but instead spiral into such resentment for me that the interest faded. But at the at the same time...even if it ended early for him, I didn't give up & I fought to keep us okay which it was for the most part. Hindsight is 20/20, it definitely wasn't negative all the time. In fact things were great between us & acted like goofballs together, that right there is a friend despite if the stronger feelings weren't mutual. Nobody with hate in their heart acts like that, he was good, the best, cheered me up when I was down, shared interests & did things for eachother. But that alone makes me question what was truth & what was fiction sometimes ever since the trust between us started to fade. Am I in the right to feel what im feeling right now? Im angry & upset yes very, but the kindness he had throughout..he did care in his own way...which makes things so much harder.

Tripadoodle if some way you're listening, I hope u know now where im coming from. For your own benefit & quest to be a better man like you always wanted...actually try. Head my advice. Making yourself better shouldn't be put on a womans shoulders to do for u without her getting lifted in return...its alot of weight to handle for 1 person to carry lol. Get off your ass & build on yourself, learn from everything that happened & become better for yourself & the sake of others, Because it starts with u. Go to church if possible or watch them, it really does help. Even from across the country I still want u to do just as good & help u as a friend. You promised we could remain friends & im holding my end of the bargain whether u like it or not lol it was your idea during the ride here. All I wanted in the end was to not lose u in my life completely...but i should be patient i know.. Theres more space, im not contacting u directly & respecting that, eventually ill stfu lol but I feel I need this rn. I should hate u,but I cant hate u, I do still care, u had that affect on me so much that I can't really listen to others when they say ur a douchbag lol, u were still my rock the whole time even if u didn't feel the same after a while & u did help me alot as well. I see the good in people & u are good, with well balanced snarkiness & humorous sass to boot. light a fire under ur own ass & ull be okay lol. Never stopped believing in u. Ive seen what you can do, you're very smart & know your sh*t, u will go far lol. And as a friend I'd lend u my strength if I could but the most I can do is pray for things like safety/protection, healing, forgiveness, guidance, etc. Leave it to God if u feel compelled to. Give zanabell a hug for me.

God i talk way too much 😅 No im not doing any of this for attention, I want my voice to be heard as well as a possible learning experience if it had that effect on anyone. The things we learn build character & help us understand a little more about ourselves. Probably shouldn't share cuz its nobody's business, yea ive thought of that too.. But its a blog lol, Tumblr allowed it to be that space, opinions and rants are allowed & encouraged. Nothing wrong with that 🤷‍♀️ so who gives a crap.

These are pictures of the NY sunrise & AZ sunset. Clouds always get me cuz of the shapes, used to to take pics of them all the time. once saw mario holding a hammer when I was a kid 😂 3rd & 4th pic is a split rainbow, never seen that b4...either someone found the gold or its deciding whether or not to connect. Probably was connected but I missed it lol. But then I looked behind me after the split 1 disappeared & a double rainbow was forming. Nature can be scary but also beautiful

[spunsugarj2fantasy]

Tag Game

OK @mooseintheocean, thanks for the tag! 

FYI sometimes I overshare...so enjoy or skip, whatever floats your boat!

85 Questions:

1. drink: tea, mainly herbal

2. phone call:...I'm assuming this means last phone call I made? Husband

3. text message: to co-worker, wishing him a happy bday

4. song I listened to: last one was Leonard Cohen "You Want It Darker"

5. last time I cried: when @mooseintheocean told me to watch the Kodaline "Brother" video...last week sometime? :)

6. dated someone twice: well I married him, sooo... yeah?

7. kissed someone and regretted it: no...but I have regretted NOT kissing someone

8. been cheated on: no, thank Chuck, can't imagine the pain

9. lost someone special: yes

10. been depressed: yes, though I'm not sure if it was actual clinical depression or just a really rotten year from hell 

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: surprisingly no.  I've been drunk and tipsy, but I have never (yet!) thrown up due to alcohol...though never say never. 

three favourite colours:

12. black, although technically it's not a colour 

13. green

14. purple

in the last year have you:

15. made new friends: yes! you know who you are!!! :D

16. fallen out of love: no

17. laughed until you cried: yes, may times

18. found out someone was talking about you: yes

19. met someone who changed you: well, this may sound silly, but THIS!  ALL of this here! I was a closet J2 fan before I met some awesome people right here!  Now I can openly talk about everything and they won't think I'm totally crazy.

20. found out who your friends are: I kinda always did.  I've been besties with my bestie for 27 years, and still going strong.

21. kissed one of your tumblr followers: virtually via emoji yes. irl no, haven't had the pleasure.

general:

22. how many of your tumblr friends do you know in real life? None. (YET!!!!) Like I said, never say never!

23. do you have any pets? no :( but I wanna!!!

24. do you want to change your name? already did, when I got married.  First name, no, I kinda like it :)

25. what did you do for your last birthday? my co-workers had a lovely lunch and cake for me, husband took me out to dinner, I went out with my friends the next day.  At this point in my life, my BDay is basically just another excuse to see everyone :)

26. what time did you wake up? 6:30am, BLECHHHHH! NOT a morning person.

27. what were you doing at midnight last night? reading fanfiction.  Yeah Jo, me too, lol.

28. name something you can’t wait for: OCTOBER!!!  S13 and meeting J2 again!

29. when was the last time you saw your mum: two days ago

30. what are you listening to right now? Jensen Ackles acoustic version of Simple Man

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom? yes, but over 5 years ago.

32. something that is getting on your nerves: fanaticism. entitlement. inconsiderate selfishness. idiocy/stupidity. willful blindness. and stupid drivers.

33. most visited website: Twitter, Tumblr, GroupMe (LOL), AO3

34. hair colour: dark brown

35. long or short hair: long

36. do you have a crush on someone? yes?...ahem, YES.  And yes, my husband knows.

37. what do you like about yourself? hmmmmmm...please hold....

...please continue to hold...

...

...I'm friendly! As far as features go, my eyes I guess.

38. piercings: yup, a few...9 in total.

39. blood type: I actually have no idea...may be a good idea to find out.

40. nickname: Oh god... here we go... Magda, Maggie, Lenka, Madzia, Magzz, Meg, Psupa, Sweetie, Magoo, Morwa, ok seriously, I think that's enough, no?

41. relationship status: Married. Hitched. Ball and chained! :D

42. zodiac: Cancer, July 20th.

43. pronouns: she or her...possibly answers to YO! as well.

44. favourite tv show(s): Supernatural (duh!!!), X-Files, Firefly, The Borgias, Game of Thrones, The Blacklist, Eyewitness, Black Sails, Lucifer

45. tattoos: nope, though I have some interesting ideas...

46. right or left handed: right handed

48. sport: Me no.  But I like watching hockey.

49. vacation: next bit of time off will be in October for SPN Con

50. pair of trainers: I assume you mean shoes, yes.

more general:

51. eating: oatmeal, raspberries and vanilla milk for breakfast.  And tea.  GALLONS of tea.

52. drinking: vanilla milk atm...and tea.  GALLONS of tea...is there an echo in here?

53. i’m about to: get my ass off Tumblr and actually get some work done.

54. waiting for: 5:30pm when I can go home :)

55. want: really? u got enough room in here for this??? I'll keep it short: EVERYTHING.

56. get married: been there, done that, didn't get a tshirt, but still have my dress. 

57. career: well I AM working right now (literally! supposed to be) and I like my job, so I'm pretty happy

58. hugs or kisses: BOTH!!! AND snuggles AND hand-holding AND hot sex AND flirting AND porn ... OK I stop now.

59. lips or eyes: both, ALL OF IT, especially if you're Jared or Jensen

60. shorter or taller: well, seeing my answer above, so I'd say tall please

61. older or younger: if you mean life partners? I don't really care.  It's the fit & chemistry that matters, not he age...WITHIN REASON of course!  My husband is 5 years older than I, if that helps.

62. nice arms or nice stomach: ME? Neither, especially not the stomach part (see #48 where I don't do sports).  In other people...both are nice but neither is absolutely necessary and lack of either or both does not automatically warrant rejection or dismissal.  The outer shell is important, but not as crucial as the inner mush.

63. hookup or relationship: well, seeing as I'm married, I'd have to say relationship.  (with the occasional hook-up thrown in?  My husband and I are adventurous, LOL). 

64. troublemaker or hesitant: mostly reserved and hesitant, I try to avoid or resolve conflict as soon as possible.  Until someone stupid pisses me off on purpose, then it's all hell breaks loose.

have you ever:

65. kissed a stranger: yes

66. drank hard liquor: yes

67. lose glasses/contact lenses: I have not lost either. I kinda need them so I take good care of them.

69. sex on the first date: depends.

70. had your heart broken: yes, though he totally didn't do it on purpose!!! I had the extreme misfortune to fall for a gay man.  Nothing either of us could do about it.

71. been arrested: no.

72. cried when someone died: yes.

73. fallen for a friend: yup.  See #70. 

do you believe in

74. yourself:  sometimes

75. miracles: sometimes.

76. love at first sight: not Love. Intense attraction, lust, chemistry, strong magnetic pull, yes.  But Love grows from getting to know someone.  At first sight you only see the outer shell.  You may really like the look/touch/taste/smell of the outer shell, but it's what's inside that engenders real Love.

77. santa claus: I'm waaayyy to naughty for that. 

78. kiss on the first date: depends...(see #69)

79. angels: hmmmmm....I believe in supernatural and extraterrestrial beings... it's a big universe and it's be an awful waste of space if humans were the only beings around.  I also believe in human angels.  Those selfless human beings who share their light with others, hoping to change the world for the better.

other

80. eye colour: green.  sometimes hazel, depending on what I wear.

81. favourite movie: WOW...OK, I'll try to narrow it down.  All the Harry Potter movies, all the Lord of the Rings movies, A&E Pride and Prejudice (miniseries), pretty much all the adaptations of Jane Austen books, most versions of Jane Eyre, Dark City, Merchant of Venice (2004 Al Pacino version), there are lots more that I won't list of this will be miles long.

82. height: 5'7

83. siblings: two younger half brothers

84. favourite season: I don't like weather/temperature extremes so spring or fall

85. sexuality: Bi for sure, possibly Pan - though that's only theoretical atm.

OK, that's it.  If anyone needs any clarification just ask!  :D

Dear Followers: if you want to do this, feel free, go nuts, tag me so I can see!

XO!

[jakganim]

I'm back, and I didn't mean "coming on to strong" as in the girl making the first move but like,,being really serious in the relationship early on? Mostly I'm just nervous to talk to him bc I think I'll make a fool out of myself and expose my feelings before I have a chance to be his friend D:

ahh i see i see!! yikes i can see how that could be an issue :((

honestly, i believe in you!! you never really know til you really know. my only advice ever in these situations is to really try and get to know the person. (assuming you’d like any advice from me at all lmao i’m not very good at this) i think it’d be better for the both of you! either you find out you rly like this person and wanna pursue further or you find out it was just a crush and won’t be anything more. no matter what happens, it’s nice to have closure. unless of course you enjoy just watching from afar, which is also understandable.

edit: don’t ever be afraid of ur nerves. tbh sometimes they’re extremely helpful and endearing. when ppl are nervous when they first meet me, i appreciate that more. it means that despite it all they decided to talk to me. that’s courage more than anything else. and if u make a fool of urself, don’t hesitate to laugh about it. be upfront about it too. like hey man it’s hard for me to talk to strangers first but hEY im tryin. and i’m sure he’ll appreciate it too.

no matter what, like i said, i’m rooting for you!! even if i can’t be helpful, i’ll be with you on this journey if you want :’)

and now for a fun anecdote about jordan & crushes, under the cut cos i ain’t tryna drown everyone in my love life (or lack thereof to be more accurate) but i swear this is relevant!!

so one time a few yrs back, i had a crush on this complete stranger. i saw him once on the bus i took on my commute to school everyday. the crazy thing was, i took a bus and two subways to get to this school and he ended up being on that same bus, and later the same subway cart, which led me to believe he went to the same school as me. he did. it’s hard to make friends when you go to a commuter school. sometimes i see ppl and never see them again so i didn’t think much of this guy. he was cute was all.

later on that week i saw him waiting for the same bus going back home this time. i msged my cousins (we have a gc on katalk lmao) and was like mY DUDES. I’VE SEEN THIS CUTE GUY TWICE ALREADY. IF I SEE HIM A THIRD TIME IT’S FATE RIGHT? and they were like talk to him if you see him again.

now i’m normally not the type to talk to strangers out of nowhere ok? i mean, it’s all case by case but even tho i’m psycho crazy i’m still an introvert at heart and p shy.

BUT I KID YOU FUCKING NOT, AS FATE WOULD HAVE IT, i saw him again on the bus. this time it felt a lil like the world was pushing us together. my bus gets crowded at a certain stop in the morning cos it stops picking up people at a certain point so i’m lucky to get a seat. but there was an empty seat next to me. i knew it’d get taken though so i didn’t rly care to see who was getting on the bus (there was a huge line waiting) but when the person sat next to me i automatically looked up at them out of habit and legit did a double take bcos lo and behold it’s Bus Guy. same hat, same bag, same everything, all black getup. up close he’s cuter. i was like semi freaking out at this point. it was now or never. either i was gonna take that crazy leap of faith and talk to this guy, or regret not being the crazy one for once.

so i legit was just like hey i know this is weird but i’ve seen you on this bus a couple times already and i recognize ur bag and you go to /insert school name here/ right? and he was like !!! yeah!! and wtf we hit it off, he was very straight up and open and i LOVE that in a person. i love when they speak their mind and are receptive and all that. we were very compatible, talked like nonstop and exchanged info. he thought it was really brave of me to just suddenly talk to a stranger. i thought it was too. we were both surprised tbh. we became bus buddies. whenever we could we tried to match our commute schedules. everything was awesome, i was like i wanna be friends with this guy forreal cos like i said, it’s hard to make friends for me. or close friends at least. and commuting buddies?? the best.

turned out he had a gf and was about to graduate and was just really working on getting his life together. and when i found out he was taken i wasn’t even mad. ye i was a lil disappointed bcos imagINE but at the same time, he was such a cool dude. i gained a new friend. and knowing he had a gf meant i could get over this crush, no regrets. the worst that could’ve happened was he turned out to be a douche and then i would’ve DEFINITELy gotten over the lil crush. but he wasn’t a douche and i think it was super cool that we met like that, even if it started with me going wOW HES CUTE. and now it’s a cool story i get to tell ppl. moral of the story: make a friend if you can. take that step and i swear things will happen :’) you got this fam.