#lord help me i never written this much so fast in my life

[oswinunknown]

i know theres the post about being a cowboy meeting a farmers lone son who doesnt seem to have an interest in women and you both take a swig from the same flask and i feel that

but like

what about the days where its the late to early 1800s-1900s and you are at some friend or cousins party not really fitting in with the crowd but enjoying the food and festivities, adjusting the cuff of your sleeve as you half pay attention to some conversation when you happen upon some nice gentleman from across the room who caught your eye by the way the sun made his hair shine and his eyes glow the same color of his tie and you manage to look away before you can feel him look back at your direction

and you two get introduced eventually by the shared friend and get to talking, discovering that he is a well respected member of the community and has such a way with words around the people he meets and you force yourself to remember that but cant help but continue to talk to him, your conversation feeling alive as you find yourself lost in his words and thoughts and before you know it, the party is over and you say your farewells. returning to your home as you cant help but imagine many more conversations with that man, feeling a disconnect between what you heard about him to the man you met that day, quietly brushing it off thinking that it will be a passing interest till eventually you happen upon him in public by sheer luck, passing by some park of some kind as he greets you and you're surprised that he even remembers your name before you get to talking again, realizing the day has long since ended yet it feels like you just started talking before splitting again, this time with another meet up planned between you two.

this goes on for several months, even years, where you both believe that its just two men being close friends but deep inside there's a yearning for something soft and domestic, yet you still go to parties where you know he will be at, plan and go to outings where its just the two of you doing god knows what and engaging in pleasant conversation and sometimes peaceful silence, and assisting the other with work or projects whenever possible, acquiescing to living the rest of your life sharing loving glances when the other isnt looking, ignoring their gaze when you can feel them looking back at you with that same smile that only you know, still feeling a minor prick of jealousy at seeing people throw themselves onto him and feeling a sense of odd pride when he declines and simply walks towards you for another riveting conversation, feeling confident whenever you greet him as casually as you do among people whom asume hed have nothing to do with someone like you, and relishing in every small touch you share, the feeling of his hands holding yours as he tries to teach or show you something fresh in your mind and not like it was years ago.

and despite it all, you never manage to tell him this, whether by some secret or because of the times, and come to peace with it after years of lying in your bed alone, staring up at your bedroom ceiling as you feel your heart pound against your chest when you remember every precice detail of him when it was just you.

[mins-fins]

orbit of yours !

"power couple, really?" "you have to listen to me!"

synopsis: park jisung has always admired you. hardworking, effortlessly beautiful, talented, humble— you're pretty much the personification of the word 'perfect' (you would disagree though), but your relationship has never gotten past "admirers that occasionally exchange words", so jisung has vanquished the idea of possibly being in love with you because of your lack of interactions, he's just an avid admirer of yours! so when a few accidents and mishaps force (more like drive) the two of you to be in the same room more than you ever had in the past, the idea doesn't just remain a random fantasy crafted by jisung's mind, it becomes reality.

pairing: park jisung x male!reader

genre: high school au, acquaintances to friends to lovers, photographer!reader x soccer player!jisung, fluff, kinda comedy (im not funny), mutual pining, literally no angst, fast burn lowkey, sungchan helps reader realize his feelings and it's hilarious

warnings: swearing, mentions of burnout, oblivious bitches deny their feelings for a good 10k words, this is fucking cheesy, the nightmare which is senior year

word count: 12.2k

notes: GOOD LORD IT IS FINALLY DONE! i don't wanna be overdramatic or anything but this is genuinely one of my most favorite works ever, if you couldn't tell i am VERY jisung biased and im so happy to finally be done with this because it's honestly been so fun to write 🙁 i didn't beat the xiaojun fic in terms of words but this the second longest fic i have ever written and for my jisung debut its impressive that there is absolutely NO ANGST here, i'm just very proud of myself for this and i hope people like reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it.. this is for all the park jisung lovers 👍

"WHEN WILL YOU ACTUALLY GET A PARTNER?" chenle asks the question so many times that jisung assumes the sentence has been programmed into his brain. what is it— like the 3rd time this week? he thinks chenle might be more obsessed with his love life than he is with actual important things, like college, graduation preparations, his role as a member of the student council, anything but jisung's uneventful love life, because that was probably the least interesting thing going on in his own life at the moment. "come on jisungie! i heard aejung has a crush on you!" he lets out a familiar groan, giving his friends a 'cut it out' look. "i don't really care about that kind of stuff.."

he hears all the frustrated sighs from his friends, and jisung just chuckles. he knows about the many surprisingly many— people who find themselves attracted to him. he acknowledges the fact that he has a lot of admirers, that a lot of people would perceive themselves as lucky to be in a relationship with him, he isn't new to the idea at all, he doesn't really get what makes him so attractive, such an eyeopener to his fellow students, but he mostly accepts the gifts given to him by his so called "admirers" nonetheless, not wanting to make them disappointed.

now, he says mostly because there are just times where he has no choice but to turn them down. some people get into their own heads too much, and he doesn't want to give some of them false hopes by accepting their gifts. that happened once, where a girl thought the two of them were dating because he decided to accept her gift as a sign of appreciation, that's when jisung learned that he couldn't just accept any and all gifts given to him by admirers who so greatly wanted a chance with him. jisung isn't so concerned about gifts, he wants a person who will be psychically and emotionally present for him, not someone who'll just buy him random things.

"it's gotten a little annoying.. all the confessions" jisung mutters, closing the textbook he had been jotting in. "they're nice yeah but some people just take it too far" he finally finishes, earning some confused looks from his friends. he just shrugs, shoving the textbook he had previously been jotting in into his backpack.

"but you're just so boring!" chenle whines, pressing his cheek against jisung's shoulder. jisung doesn't even try shaking him off, knowing that any of his attempts will be useless. "come on! all these people who would love to be with you and your still a lonely little loser!"

"loser? oh come on!"

"you know i'm right!"

jisung scoffs, lightly shoving chenle. while yeah, it's nice to have a lot of people admire him, everyone expects him to do this and that and act a certain way. it's like they enjoy perpetuating a false image onto him rather than actually admiring him for who he really is, and jisung doesn't think he should give people like that the time of day, they piss him off more than anything.

he's a little lost in his thought when a familiar voice sounds in his ears, a couple of giggles following the sound. "you're too funny y/n!" one of them shouted, poking a familiar figure in the shoulder, and jisung's eyes fall on you immediately, as if on instinct. you were looking as you always did, a familiar dslr camera hanging from your neck, that polite smile on your face as your friend continues poking your shoulder.

lately, you'd been quite the topic of interest among your fellow schoolmates. now that's not abnormal at all, you somehow always manage to be the talk of the town in school, you could do the smallest thing and somehow people could still make huge talk about it.

jisung would never say it, not out loud or even in mutters to himself, but he's always held a unique admiration for you, one he doesn't think he could actually put into words. there's something about you that pulls jisung in, like your a magnet and he's an oblivious piece of metal, slowly getting closer and closer to you without being able to do anything about it.

everything about you is beautiful. your eyes are a beautiful brown color, your smile is a beautiful stretch that shows off your perfect white teeth, your hair is a beautiful mix of raven and brunette. oh, and your voice is so beautiful too, it's so soft, gentle, but also deep.

you're like an angel.

at least to jisung you are.

it's pretty funny, actually, your so wrapped up in your own things that you barely notice the sheer amount of people who want to date you. you don't acknowledge romantic advances a lot, and even when you do, it always ends in rejection. you talk a lot, and your words are always pure and witty, your laughter is natural, your smile is contagious.

but.. jisung doesn't like you. he only likes you in the friend kinda way, he just wants to be friends with you. you look nice! smell nice, dress nice, speak nice..

jisung knows a lot more about you than his friends do. despite the fact that the two of you have never officially deemed yourselves "friends", he's always known little facts about you, as you him. the two of you have been going to school together for seven years, so the idea of not knowing anything about each other seems ridiculous.

you're a photographer, your favorite color is blue, specifically lighter shades, your favorite subject is history, your lucky number is 2 because of your birthdate being 02/02/02, your favorite flowers are daisies, you don't really enjoy sports, but if you were to choose one to play, it'd be baseball, and you want to go to college for journalism.

but jisung can't say that he likes you, because even if you two know all these things about each other, you've never considered yourselves "friends", all you do is admire from afar—

and when you do interact, it's just short and sweet sentences exchanged between you two, mostly because the both of you are so busy, that you can't afford to just stop and talk. sometimes, jisung wishes his life was just a little less hectic and he could stop and talk to you, because that's what he wants to do.

"what's with you?" jisung immediately yelps as chenle flicks his forehead, and he resists the urge to punch the older in the face. "gawking at y/n? really?"

"i'm not—" jisung hates that he feels his face burn. "i'm not gawking, i'm just.. i was just looking at him".

"looking at him with hearts in your eyes".

jisung scoffs at chenle's audacity, as if he wasn't doing exactly that a good few minutes ago. he would never admit it out loud before, so why should he admit it now? he'd never live it down if anybody ever found out..

"you know.." chenle begins, tapping his finger onto the desk in front of him. "you two would be a great couple" and the words are enough to make jisung roll his eyes once again. "a power couple!"

"power couple, really?" jisung raises an eyebrow, chenle never fails to say something that confuses him. he finds the words to be ridiculous, but his reaction just seems to make chenle even more giddy, because he continues;

"you have to listen to me!" chenle persists, and jisung is about to check out of the conversation completely.

"y/n is a photographer for sports journalism, you play soccer, you've known each for what.. ever? he's pretty, you clearly have the hots for him—"

"i do not!" jisung immediately yells in rebuttal, much louder than he wanted to. "yeah he's.. cute but anyone with eyes can see that, i'm not in love with him or anything".

chenle raises an eyebrow, suspicious, but jisung remains stubborn, crossing his arms as he averts his gaze from his best friend.

yes, you are cute, anybody with two functioning eyes can see that.

"i think park jisung might have a crush on you".

at the words, you look up from your camera, meeting eyes with your close friend, sungchan. you blink, as if dumbfounded, then snicker. "park jisung? are you trying to boost my ego or something?"

you know park jisung, you know about how probably half the students in this room dream of having a chance with him. so many people like park jisung, so many people want park jisung.

and if you think about it, you can't exactly blame them for that..

"don't laugh! i'm serious! he looked like he was about to devour you, did you see his eyes!?"

the words just get another laugh out of you, the words seem ridiculous in your eyes, because why would park jisung, beautiful, talented, striking park jisung have a crush on you? in your eyes, your pretty much nothing to him.

"okay.. why would park jisung ever be interested in me?" you ask, rearranging your camera as you raise an eyebrow at sungchan, who simply deadpans at you, that familiar 'are you serious?' look in his eyes.

"okay let me see, your smart, pretty, everyone likes you at this point, also— the two of you are pretty much perfect for each other! you'd be a power couple!"

you furrow your eyebrows, a power couple? you'd never heard that phrase used to talk about somebody your friends had been "shipping" you with, your not even sure if you can even consider yourself friends with jisung, because the two of you can never actually talk to each other without someone coming up and interrupting the interaction.

you'd love to just be able to talk to park jisung, just the two of you, one on one.

"power couple? that's funny.."

"you think everything is funny" ironically, you laugh at your friends words. "this could be like— your only chance at having an actual romantic connection with someone".

"i don't care that much about romance, chan" you muse, humming as you turn off your camera. your eyes wander over to jisung, who is very much distracted by something stupid chenle is saying, he's laughing about something, laughing hard too.

there is no reason for him to look so pretty as he laughs like a maniac..

he's cute, you say in your mind, he is absolutely adorable.

"WHAT DID YOU GUYS GET ON THAT STATISTICS TEST FOR SONG?" a boy from the same year and member of the soccer team along with jisung inquired. they sat on the bleachers in front of field, watching as the baton club practices. they have to practice this week, unfortunately, so jisung's schedule had become tight and packed, he barely had any free time these days, it was all exams, college tours, last minute extracurriculars, and practice, practice, practice. "i got a b plus" one of his classmates responds, the other responded; "i got a b on mine". jisung was very far removed from the current conversation, his eyes on a familiar trio of sports journalists on the other side of the field, a trio which included you, mesmerizing you. he sees you often these days, with that same dslr camera around your neck, a pretty smile stuck on your face.

"you, jisung! what score did you get?" one of his classmates asks, but jisung was occupied, so he didn't answer. a tap on his shoulder makes jisung snap out of his staring fit, and he blinks a few times, assessing where he is. "what?"

"we were asking about the marks on the recent statistics test!"

"ah" jisung presses his lips together. "i got an a plus" he says the words casually, but it causes for a cheer to be sounded by his fellow classmates, who shook him and slapped his back supportively.

"you're so smart jisungie!"

the praise from his classmates get a smile out of jisung, but he isn't focusing on that, his attention is on you. even with how your across the field, he can clearly see all of your features, the sun shining on your face makes you look majestic, like an actual angel, jisung isn't sure why he's even focusing so much on your face, but he can't focus on anything else, because his eyes just naturally always wander over to you.

"will this ever finish?" you inquire, pertaining to the baton club, who were still on the field even after they were supposed to get off. "i'm supposed to take photos of the soccer players for my editorials.." you mutter, it'd be horrible if you couldn't even deliver on the promise you made to your superiors.

"they're probably going to split the field" your fellow sports journalist, taehyun says. a small groan escapes your lips, you're annoyed, you hope this doesn't interfere with the photos you have to take, it'd be horrible if you just ended up doing the same thing all over again. "see? baton club is taking one side and the soccer team takes the main area because they need to start practicing now".

"they look so cute! i've always wanted to be apart of the soccer team!" lee sohee exclaims, and you turn towards him, a look of interest on your face. he attentively watches the boys, humming to the song that's playing. "why didn't you join them then?" you inquire, interest peaked.

sohee smiles at you, readjusting his camera and fixing his posture. "i enjoyed writing the editorial articles more" he shrugs. "wanted to try out but i missed the tryouts because eunseok hyung would have killed me if i missed anton's recital" at the words, you laugh, used to the behavior from the older boy.

"maybe next year".

"you'd fit in perfectly!" taehyun muses, and sohee brightens up, seemingly loving the words.

"really!? that's what seunghan tells me too!" he cheers at the words, looking proud of himself. "i'd look cute in that uniform though.."

you chuckle at sohee's word, finding him to be absolutely adorable. "yeah, you definitely would" you ruffle his hair, smiling at the giggle which sounds from the boy.

"i'm gonna go get a closer look at them" you say, motioning towards the soccer team. taehyun nods and watches as you get closer to the field, not super close, but close enough that your camera can capture a good view of the soccer team. you narrow your eyes, pointing your camera at the busy boys who are doing their usual routine, the viewfinder shows jisung in all his glory.

you take pictures, zooming in and out. you don't mean to put all the focus on jisung, he's just too alluring to not be the center of attention. he's such a natural, he's just so amazing, you can't not focus on him.

[click.]

and another shot, another one as jisung scores the goal. jisung's posture was perfect, his back straight, chin high as he wore an angelic smile. jisung hears the clicking of the camera, and looks to his left to see you, in the viewfinder you see jisung looking in your direction, you pause for a moment and notice a baton heading straight towards him.

"jisung watch out!" you yell, at the words, he tilts his head.

you quickly take the strap of the camera off your neck, throwing it until it landed right beside your fellow journalists, who looked as confused as jisung did. you ran as fast as you could, grabbing jisung's wrist and pulling him close to you.

the baton managed to hit the ground instead, and jisung shrieks as he loses his balance, toppling forward. he quickly grabs onto the closest thing to him.

you.

you lowered your arms to catch jisung, and you feel him hold onto the sleeves of your blazer, one of your arms on his stomach, the other on his waist. all his weight was in your arms, causing for you to lose balance too.

"shit—" you swear, falling onto your back. jisung fell on top of you, the grass tickling his skin. your back immediately hits the grass, and your head hits the ground softly, but your arms remain around jisung. jisung's hands were still on your arms, his upper body laid on top of yours, his head was buried into your shoulder, and he was sat in between your legs.

jisung takes a sharp breath, a look of worry quickly flashes in his eyes as he sees you. "holy shit y/n are you okay!?" jisung asks, pulling away from your prior position and you sit up, opening your eyes to meet his worried ones. jisung kneels, leaning closer to you as he cups your cheeks with his hands. "did you get hurt? is your head okay!?" he asks, or yells, turning your head to inspect for any signs of wounds. you just stare at him, his bangs that messily lay against his forehead, his eyes that glimmered under the sunlight, and his pink lips that you totally just want to lean over and touch with your own.

"yeah.." you whisper, your cheeks squished from the force of jisung's hands.

jisung stops turning your head and sighs. "are you sure?" he asks, still holding your face. you nod, placing one of your hands on jisung's, his are soft, yours are rough, you note. you move his hand and smile. "i'm alright don't worry" you respond, still holding jisung's hand. jisung pursues his lips, and he extends his hand out, pulling you up from the ground. you let go of his hand, dusting off your pants.

"jesus y/n" taehyun's voice sounds from behind you, and you finally glance away from jisung, eyes focused on your friend. "are you okay? your not injured are you?"

"i'm fine.." you mumble again, blinking as taehyun suddenly hands you your camera. ah, he'd picked it up for you. you take it, inspecting it to make sure it's not broken.

"is the camera okay?" jisung inquires, looking over your shoulder to stare at it.

luckily, it wasn't damaged because it had fallen on the soft grass. "it's still working" you respond, and the two boys beside you let out a sigh of relief, with taehyun placing a hand on his chest.

"jisung! come back here!" his coach quickly yells, jisung looks to you, then back to his teammates. "thanks, i owe you" he says before running back towards his group, fetching the soccer ball he'd left on the ground prior.

"wow your like a hero!" sohee exclaims, shaking your shoulder with a smile. you just let out a nervous laugh, scratching your arm. you give one last glance at jisung before you feel your face heat up excessively, so you quickly turn away, putting your camera back around your neck.

"we should go back in now" you say, you don't say any more words as you quickly make your way towards the doors. your friends blink, exchanging glances in confusion, but they quickly follow you back inside.

"y/n! wait up!"

jisung watches you three leave, feeling his heart racing against his chest.

what the hell just happened? he asks himself.

"jisung are you okay!?" a very familiar voice shrieks. jisung turns to meet his fellow teammate jooyeon, looking concerned as ever.

"i'm alright, thanks for asking" he answers, gaze lowering down to his nails, which he quickly starts picking.

"are you sure? you looked like you hit your head pretty hard" the younger boy, as always, just wants to make sure jisung isn't lying, he's genuine like that. he pokes jisung's forehead, as if he was inspecting him.

"seriously, i'm fine" jisung lowers his hand, giving him his default 'i'm okay' smile. "y/n cushioned the blow anyway.."

"you were so close to him!" jisung startles as keum donghyun comes out of nowhere. "how did it feel? was it like a dream come true?"

"i—" jisung is speechless, he closes his mouth and blinks a good seven times before even actually assessing the question.

how did it feel?

jisung doesn't know how to express it. he didn't want to think about it in that way because you'd just done such a good deed, you saved him from flying metal going straight towards his head, he shouldn't have been thinking about the lack of distance between you two, he shouldn't have been staring at your lips, and he shouldn't have been thinking about kissing you.

his face must be so unbearably red right now.

"don't ask that! it was just very abrupt.. also, i can't think of him like that! he saved me from a flying baton, i'm just grateful for him".

jooyeon hums in agreement, slapping donghyun's shoulder for him ever asking such a thing. "that's right, you should probably get him a token of appreciation or something".

jisung blinks, trying to imagine what he should ever gift you. he truly has no idea, he's not sure if he should go over and beyond, or just give you a little gift as to not intimidate you. "i can't really think of anything, i don't want to overwhelm him or something, he just wanted to do a nice thing.."

"i'm sure he'll be appreciative of anything!"

at the words, jisung just sighs, smiling.

what a hero, l/n y/n— you really are something, he thinks.

"yeah— i'll think about it".

"good! back to practice now!"

jisung doesn't think he will ever fully be able to focus on practice, though.

"YOU LOOK LIKE YOU'VE BEEN RAN OVER BY A TRAIN" the words from the older boy, yang jeongin, snap you out of your polaroid staring daze. you flinch just the slightest, eyes peeling away from the scattering pictures which litter your desk. you rub your eyes, clearing your throat as you quickly gather all of the photos on your desk, hoping the eye bags present on your face weren't completely obvious. knowing jeongin though, they were definitely obvious. "thanks for the kind words" you respond sarcastically, a small eye roll accompanying your words. the older boy snickers, situating himself beside you, a teasing smile on his face. he props his legs up, blinking at you. "seriously though, you look like you haven't slept in years, are you alright?"

"i'm as alright as someone looking to pursue journalism can be.." you mutter back, placing the photos which were previously on your desk into your backup, a small sigh escapes your lips. "all of my applications are still pending.."

"seriously? i assume you would've been accepted into any of those schools by now!"

"you know how it all goes, they get hundreds— heck, thousands of applications every day, i just have to be patient".

jeongin raises an eyebrow, then just shrugs at you, humming. "there's no need to worry, y/n, you'll get into a good school".

you chuckle at his words, he totally read your mind when it came to that. "i'm not worried about anything" you lie; "i'll be okay, i know".

but do you?

your absolutely tired the whole entire day, you tried your best to focus in your classes, but you couldn't help your head slipping down and the way you almost slipped off to dreamland whilst your teachers were asking you very much audible questions.

"did you sleep last night?" sungchan asks you in the middle of your afternoon break, poking your arm as if to wake up. "you look like a zombie.."

"i slept a few.. hours?" your tone is very much a questioning one, as if you didn't even believe your own words. "i don't know, i was too busy fighting with lin, apparently i'm not good enough at what i do to consider journalism".

paired with the lack of response to your several applications, you weren't having the best week, it was all becoming just a little too much for you.

graduation is just too far away..

"anyway! did you choose the photos you'll put in the editorial yet?"

you think, for a while. you felt as if you had stared at so many polaroids by this point, that they're probably going to start appearing in your dreams, with the lack of sleep, constant flashing of cameras and just news news news, you've really had no time to focus on other things.

"i haven't even found time to think about the editorial" you whine, a weary sigh escaping your lips as you think about how pissed off your higher up is gonna be if you almost miss the deadline once again. "is the deadline coming up?"

"well— is four days a close deadline for you?"

you gasp, loudly, almost throwing your camera across the hallway. "four days!? four days until the deadline seriously!?"

you usually aren't like this. you are usually very calm, cool, and collected, but your week has been just the definition of a shit storm, and everything just seems getting worse and worse.

"hey, it's okay!" sungchan immediately replies, hoping to reassure you. he places a hand on your shoulder, a smile coming to his face. "it's not like this is anything new, it'll all be fine, you only have to choose two pictures anyway".

you sigh, rubbing your temples. "yeah" you breath. "it'll be fine, fine" you repeat, nodding your head as you relax yourself.

the hallway is crowded, not crowded crowded, but crowded enough that you couldn't help but begin counting the heads around you.

your eyes get stuck on a familiar figure across the hall.

park jisung, smiling and laughing with his friends. you get lost in a trance of admiring him, even though you can clearly hear sungchan talking to you. all your attention is immediately on him, and a small smile spreads across your face as you observe him, being himself.

there is absolutely no reason for him to be so breathtaking while just talking with his friend!

you are so distracted, and you don't mean to get stuck in this little reverie as you stare at the boy that you totally do not have a crush on.

he hasn't really left your mind, instead of just floating around in there like he'd been before that whole prior incident, now he occupies a whole subsection of your mind in recent days. you could be with your other friends, and all of a sudden your mind would wander off to jisung, or you could be in class and he just pops into your head.

you never thought you'd be one to get distracted easily, but you've clearly been proven wrong by just the alluring aura of park jisung.

you startle when jisung turns your way, making eye contact with you. he smiles upon noticing you, his eyes practically lighting up, and he waves at you. your a little taken aback, but jisung doesn't wait to see you wave back, just turning back towards his friend and continuing his previous conversation.

"what was that?"

"what was what?"

you quickly look over at sungchan, who had just witnessed that whole entire scene. he looks at you like you just grew a second head, and your face begins to burn as the realization dawns on you.

"you and park jisung!?"

your quick to try and sputter out a response, but you shake your head, face excessively heating up, it's probably red at this very moment. "there is nothing going on between us!"

"that doesn't seem like nothing!"

you realize how guilty you look right now. with your red face and constant insistence that there is absolutely nothing going on, those are traits the guiltiest of people display, and it all just makes you look even more guilty with how your face gets even more red.

(you must look like you're dying right now).

"it's just a friendly exchange!"

"not while your looking at him with hearts in your eyes!"

he was completely calling you out, and he was right. you were staring at jisung like he was an angel that had graced your presence, you stare at him like he's a saint and everyone else doesn't matter, as if he's the only person in the room. "i— i wasn't! i was just zoned out and he just waved at me to say hi!"

sungchan narrows his eyes suspiciously at you, totally not buying it. "uh huh, sure" his voice conveys disbelief. "just know, i'm onto you y/n".

you nudge him in the shoulder, seriously wanting to change the topic. "yeah yeah whatever" you cross your arms as you mutter the words, you're sure if you take one more glance at jisung, you won't be able to look away, so you just clear your throat and walk the other way, face still red as sungchan teases you the whole entire time.

maybe if you glanced back, you'd see jisung watching as you left..

JISUNG WAS REALLY HOPING HE'D BE ABLE TO catch you before school dismissed. you two haven't genuinely had an actual talk since you saved him from the flying baton heading straight towards his head. all you two have done is give smiles, waves, and mutter small greetings to each other in the hallway. he had to admit, it upset him in just the slightest, because he really did want to just have a conversation with you (of course, he isn't exactly sure he'd be able to get through a conversation with you without blushing like a madman anyway), but your schedules just kept conflicting, so even catching a glimpse of you around the campus has become difficult for him to do.

he doesn't want to waste any opportunity he has in his hands—

"y/n!"

when jisung sees you across the hall, he realizes that he shouldn't take this chance for granted. you turn around at the call of your name, smiling as you see the others making his way towards you. jisung runs a hand through his hair, hoping he isn't making anything awkward. "jisung hi, do you need something?"

you smile politely at him, a smile so beautiful it seems like it could get rid of all the problems in the world. jisung loves your smile, he could stare at it for hours, is that creepy? he hopes it's not creepy..

"oh uh—" the words he'd been planning to say somehow get caught in his throat, but he clears his throat and proceeds. "i was wondering if i could walk you home?"

you blink, puzzled by the question. why would he want to walk you home? your mind begins to wander, trying to figure out why he'd want to do such a thing.

can't you just ask y/n? stop being an idiot..

"why?"

you don't mean for your words to come out that way, and you're almost afraid that you made jisung uncomfortable with your tone of voice, but he instead just smiles, squashing any of your bad thoughts. you love jisung's smile, you think it's underrated, so little people talk about it and the fact shocks you, you could probably compliment his smile for hours—

but that sounds just a little creepy.

"i just want to accompany you—" —and this is my only excuse to be around you— "do something nice for you after you did something nice for me".

the words make you pause. he's just.. so thoughtful huh? you've never heard of someone wanting to repay you for being nice, it's actually a little strange if you think about it.

"jisung you don't have to reward me for doing something nice.."

"it'd be great to walk with you, though, you make good company".

that's it? that's really it?

you're not sure why you're surprised about that, maybe it's just the idea that he literally searched for you just to say this, he truly just wants to walk you home, he truly just wants to spend time with you.

he thinks i make good company, just the thought alone is enough to make you giggle in your head. your inner thoughts sound ridiculous, but you can't help them.

"if you don't want me to it's totally oka—"

"no no no" you immediately cut into his sentence, hoping that didn't come off as desperate as it sounded. "i'm glad you offered to walk me home, i'd love to walk with you too".

you unsuccessfully try to mutter those last few words, a sudden shyness taking over you. jisung smiles, glad, no, elated at your agreement. he doesn't know why he's that happy, but he hopes it isn't clear and evident, he'd never live it down.

after bidding a goodbye to your friends, and telling sungchan you'd make sure to choose the photos for your editorials, you dragged jisung out of the school doors, much to your and jisung's surprise, as well as the shock of a few of your classmates, he made sure to eye the both of you suspiciously.

"what interested you in photography?"

a scene like this is something jisung thought he'd never get to, being able to talk to you, one on one. just the two of you sharing a simple conversation is what he's wanted for an uncharted amount of time, even with how straightforward it is, the two of you could never really find time to converse normally.

when jisung asks the question, you almost think you heard him wrong. he genuinely wants to know? in a way, you feel like you've always been just the slightest bit boring, yeah you wanna do journalism and love taking aesthetically pleasing photos but you've never considered what you do to be a talent by any means.

you pick at your fingers, looking down at the ground instead of at jisung. "it's an interest i picked up from my mother, i've always been shocked how she could just do that, you know? i love videography and stuff like that as well, i love how one can capture so much with just a single camera".

your words intrigue jisung, and he listened the whole entire way, not interrupting you once. he found a smile crossing his face at the clear display of passion for your creative work, he loves the way you put it into words. god if he didn't admire you before, he surely did now.

"what about you? you're pretty much good at everything, what drew you to the adrenaline rushing excitement of soccer?"

jisung pauses, allowing himself to let out a small snicker at the question. "i don't really enjoy soccer".

you raise an eyebrow. "oh?"

jisung laughs again, your tone of voice amusing him. "don't say it like that.. it's not that i hate it, i'm just not as into it like everyone expects me to be, i got onto the school team and i've been stuck there ever since" there isn't exactly distaste in jisung's tone, he just states it casually, like how it is. his voice is just simple, mundane, he doesn't dislike soccer, it's just not what he's looking forward to do.

you love his honesty.

"i'm into other things in a much more passionate sense, like dance, soccer is just a hobby" he finally finishes, pulling his sleeves over his arms as he avoids eye contact with you.

"so no professional soccer player park jisung?"

"i think i'll leave it to the other guy to be known for that".

you chuckle at his words, okay, he's funny (you knew that already, you just had to reiterate it in your head). god how can a guy be so perfect? you get why people are so into jisung, he's charming even without trying. you feel like the luckiest guy on earth knowing he asked to walk you home.

"y/n, i'm a very.." jisung pauses, as if trying to articulate the words he was about to say. "i really admire you a lot".

you almost lose it.

park jisung, beautiful, talented, hardworking park jisung admires you? he is an admirer of yours? you don't even know what to say, you try your best to sputter out a response but your brain is practically malfunctioning. your face goes red, and you go silent for a few minutes.

"i don't get it" is what you say, and jisung just cocks his head towards the side, observing you. "what's so admirable about me?"

"do you want a list?"

oh i'd love that. "i don't think you should waste your time".

"i wouldn't be wasting my time" jisung smiles, his gaze focused on you and only you, there's a way he's looking at you that keeps you still, unable to look away from him. "i never get the chance to tell you, i'd love to talk about everything i admire about you".

when did jisung get so bold? he'll never know where this random confidence came from, but he has an opportunity, he can't let it go to waste. he has to bring it up to you.

"what i do is nothing incredible—"

"i would disagree".

you should be angry that jisung interrupted you, but you found yourself smiling at his words. he's so generous, he doesn't have to tell you this, he doesn't have to compliment you like this, but he's doing it on his own accord, he wants to.

"okay then.. is it a good time to tell you that i also feel the same?"

jisung's ears go red, so red that it looks like smoke is gonna start pouring out of them. he is shocked, absolutely speechless. you admire him? does that mean he's gotten it all wrong these past few years? does that mean you return his feelings as well—

wait what?

"oh really?"

the prior confidence jisung had when telling you about his admiration has now all fizzled away, his voice almost cracks as he tries to register your words, and thank god it doesn't.

"it's kind of like what you said, you're amazing, a very admirable person, i know you don't really think of yourself like that but i do, and it's nice to be able to tell you up front".

jisung remains silent, but you don't mind, you just give him a smile and continue walking forward, allowing for him to catch up to you.

"is that actually true?"

"why would i lie to you?" you turn around, your whole body facing him. you begin walking backwards and wait for jisung's reply to your question. "don't give me that look".

jisung frowns, a playful one, he sends you a cute little glare that makes you giggle. he's absolutely adorable, you think in your head, he's the cutest person ever right now.

"you admire me?"

"yep".

"more than i admire you?"

"definitely, and don't even try to argue with me".

jisung opens his mouth to do exactly that, but you stop, turning around as you make it to the front of your house. "okay well, thank you for walking me home, ji".

jisung raises an eyebrow, noting down the nickname in his head. it's a common nickname, but he loves the way it sounds coming from you, he loves that you didn't just drop his full name.

"it's no problem.."

"i—"

you're cut off by the sound of the door opening, and your met with the face of your mother, whose face immediately brightens at the sight of you. you smile at her, and jisung just kinda stands there awkwardly.

"hi honey" she wraps her arms around you, and you let her, leaning your head onto her shoulder. "i thought you were staying late today?"

you shake your head. "not today, it's friday remember?"

"ohhh, yeah".

jisung glances down at the ground, playing with his feet. he doesn't know what to say, he doesn't want to interrupt the conversation you're having with your mother—

but he doesn't have to say anything, because your mother pipes up.

"oh! and who might this be?" she narrows her eyes at jisung, cogs in her brain seem to turn but then she snaps his fingers and gasps, seemingly getting it. "oh my god! park jisung?"

jisung smiles, a little laugh escaping his lips. "that is me".

"holy, you've changed so much? the last time i saw you you were barely up to my knees!"

at the sound of your mothers words, you give jisung a teasing stare, one which he quickly turns away from. "you and y/n are finally friends? i was wondering when it'd happen.."

your face goes bright red at the words, and an awkward chuckle escapes your lips. "seems he was too, he always talked about it—"

"haha! what!? that's hilarious mom!" you quickly cut in, not wanting her to talk about your former ramblings about park jisung, park jisung who was right beside you. "yeah okay, jisung i'll see you monday?"

jisung nods, a little too desperately for his liking, luckily you don't notice. "yeah, monday, have a good weekend, y/n".

you smile, blood rushing through your cheeks. "be safe".

he gives a small wave and turns around, beginning the walk back towards his home.

"he's such a nice kid, you sure you're just friends?"

your jaw pretty much drops, and you give your mother a look you don't think you've ever shared with her before. "yes! just friends!"

"hmm, sure".

"WHO ARE THOSE FOR?" CHENLE asks as he immediately notices the goodies in jisung's hands. he raises an eyebrow suspiciously at his best friend, examining the bouquet of flowers and box jisung held. jisung ignores him for a couple of minutes, placing the box in his locker and closing it behind him. "for someone" he just replies, hoping he could just remain vague instead of telling chenle about his true plans. the older narrows his eyes, clearly curious about this 'someone'. he flicks jisung in the forehead, resulting in a yelp from the other, who glares. "ow! what was that for?" he asks, furrowing his eyebrows and rubbing his forehead, a frown now coming to his face.

"what you're hiding stuff from me now?" chenle rolls his eyes at jisung's frown. "who are those flowers for? you got a boyfriend or something?"

chenle was right in assuming it was a boy that was making him go crazy, but you aren't his boyfriend (not yet at least, he's trying, really). he doesn't want to exactly divulge his plans to his nosy best friend yet, just because he'd go around telling everybody he could about what jisung was doing, he didn't want anything to be spoiled.

"they're for.. y/n".

jisung winces the moment he says those words, because chenle goes absolutely crazy.

"FOR WHO!?"

jisung is quick to slap a hand over chenle's mouth, glaring at him for how loud he said those words. "could you be any more obvious?" he asks, gritting his teeth as he continues to glare at his shorter best friend, whose eyes just widen even more. "yes they're for y/n—"

"what are you two dating now?" chenle doesn't care about anything jisung has to say, he slaps his hand away and stares in interest, wanting to know more.

"no! were not dating! it's just—" jisung pauses, how is he even gonna explain this without looking super guilty? blood rushes through his cheeks as he thinks about it, about how these are your favorite flowers, about how you might react. "i wanted to get him something nice! he did a good thing and.."

and i am just so in love with him, i think i might be going insane.

"i just want to do something nice!"

"okay but are you doing something nice or are you getting ready to ask him out?"

jisung's face goes a dangerously red color, and he immediately shakes his head, denial coursing through his veins. "i'm not going to ask him out, i mean— i get why you think that but it's not what it looks like!"

chenle raises an eyebrow, staring at his totally lovestruck best friend. "it sure does seem to be what it looks like".

"chenle—"

"look, jisung, there's no need to deny that you have such an obvious crush on y/n" chenle states like it's a matter of a fact, because it is, they both know it very well, he's better at assessing jisung's feelings than jisung himself is. "he thinks your cute, you think he's cute, you two just need to ask each other out".

"um.." jisung presses his lips together, the two falling into a weird silence. he clutches the daisies in his hands, thinking about you, but he shuts off his thoughts to respond to chenle's little analysis of him.

"i just don't know where we stand, i mean we're barely even friends".

"you two are pretty much already more than friends considering he can't talk to you without looking like he's about to devour you whole".

jisung's face must be an astonishing shade of red right now. "it's not—! i don't know how to explain it okay!?"

"yeah and how are you gonna explain the flowers?" chenle points at the daisies jisung is practically squeezing to death. "other people are probably gonna get another idea".

"well i'll let them think what they want" jisung responds, his only focus is you, who cares what other people think? your his main priority. "y/n is my main focus, i don't care about what other people are saying".

chenle chuckles at his response, oh park jisung is so down bad, he's so in love with you, a kind of love chenle has never seen him have for another person. yes park jisung, love avoiding extraordinaire, is head over heels in love with a boy, chenle cannot believe it.

"okay jisung, go ahead with your wooing y/n mission or something".

at least chenle is supportive.

jisung has to go through so many interrogations to explain to your fellow photographers why he's giving you flowers, while a few of them just shrug and get it, the rest of them make sure to eye him suspiciously while he goes on with his explanation and bright red ears.

he knows most of them probably won't keep their mouths shut, and jisung knows that you told him he shouldn't get you anything for preventing him from getting any future brain damage, but jisung disagrees, he thinks you deserve gifts.

"who are those for?"

your brain doesn't register the flowers, or the connection that they have with your not-so-secret admirer, you just stare at them puzzled. "they're for you!" sohee yells from somewhere else in the room, focused on another important thing.

your eyebrows furrow, and you blink as you stare at the daisies on the table. daisies are your favorite flowers, but everyone knows that! these could be from anyone! you're no stranger to getting random gifts from people, so these could really be from anyone.

but you only have a certain person in mind..

"from who?" you ask, but you really already know who, considering the knowing look sohee sends to you.

"jisung".

of course, you say in your head, your fingers trace the packaging of the bouquet, admiring the pretty flowers before you (the pretty flowers given to you by a pretty boy), a small smile comes to your face as you think about it. you told jisung not to get you anything, but he obviously wasn't going to listen to you, he's made that very clear.

"did he tell you anything?"

sohee doesn't spare you another glance, but you can just tell he's grinning like a madman with the way he's clearly trying to hold in his laughter. "he just told me to make sure to get them to you, he was very insistent".

the teasing tone of your friends voice doesn't go unnoticed by you, and your barely able to stifle your laugh, not at sohee exactly, but at jisung's actions.

of course he didn't listen when you said for him to not get you anything, he remembered what your favorite flowers are, did he spend his weekend thinking about it? you wonder what kind of florists we must've went to.. your mind races with just jisung thoughts, and you're just so lost in them that you don't realize your zoning out.

oh park jisung, why do you have to be so sweet?

"DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO?" YOU immediately ask the moment you come across park jisung in the hallway. the boy blinks, smiling at the sight of you, his face practically brightens at the sight of you. "what do you mean?" he inquired innocently, a small tilt of his head adding to his question. you send him a glare, not a serious one, but it's still a glare. you can't even believe his audacity, for him to look at you with such beautiful eyes, make your knees feel weak without even having to do anything? park jisung is just such a crazy man, you don't know if you can stare at him any longer, you might end up passing out from heat exhaustion (the heat from your face, of course, something that's become so normal for you when around park jisung).

"don't 'what do you mean?' me, i told you not to get me anything!" you complain, lightly shoving jisung's shoulder. "seriously, i said it was fine.." you mumble those words, but jisung just smiles.

"i wanted to get you something anyway, i needed to show you my appreciation somehow".

but just your admiration is enough appreciation for me, just you being around is enough, just you is enough.

your own thoughts weird you out on occasions.

"i told you not to—"

"but i wanted to, it's fine y/n, seriously, just accept my gesture".

you bite your inner cheek, he just always has to be nice, doesn't he? your cheeks flare up and you swear your face goes a shade of red you've never seen before, how does one boy even affect you like this? you don't think you've ever acted like this around any of your other admirers ever..

"ah" a small smile comes to your face. "thank you" you whisper, you're not sure why you get so shy all of a sudden.

"it's no problem" jisung responds, a smile coming to his face. he closes the door to his locker, and then leans onto it. "walk with me?"

you blink, jisung really likes walking with you, huh? is this gonna become your thing? you wouldn't really mind when you think about it.. you enjoy walking with jisung, you just enjoy any time you can spend with jisung.

"what's with you and asking to walk with me?"

"walking with you is just.. nice".

"do i ease your stresses or something?"

your tone is meant to come off as teasing, and your question is mostly unserious, you don't register how you sound like your flirting with jisung, probably because everything just feels so natural with jisung, you love how you feel around him, it's confusing to explain.

"i guess you could say that" jisung's response snaps you out of your jisung focused thoughts, thoughts which are difficult to not get stuck in considering park jisung is constantly occupying your mind these days. "anyway, can you walk with me?"

you pause, tongue pressing against the inside of your cheek. you have class in twenty minutes, and you don't really want to walk back all the way with only five minutes left to make it to class. "i don't know.. chen might kill me".

"please?"

that catches you off guard, you seemingly forget how to think for a second. jisung really wants to walk with you so bad, he's reverting to that easily convincing voice of his? you'd be an idiot to say no, you'd be an idiot to deny anything given to you by park jisung, you sigh in your head.

"okay, fine".

a smile of victory places itself on jisung's face, and he takes your hand, to your own surprise, as the two of you begin making your way down the hall. you wanna bring it up, but you don't want him to let go of you, so you don't. your face goes a bright shade of red, jisung doesn't seem to mind, or maybe he's always wanted to hold your hand, you aren't sure.

you focus way too much on it, on the way it feels, how jisung's soft hands contrast your rough ones, how warm his hands are, you don't want to let go, you don't want him to let go. god, you feel like such a loser, freaking out over a boy holding your hand.

but it's not just a boy, it's park jisung, park jisung makes you feel things you thought you'd never feel before..

"why do you seem so worried?" jisung chuckles, his hand holding yours. he nudges your shoulder lightly, raising an eyebrow.

"because, i don't wanna be late".

jisung snickers, not making fun of you, though, he hopes you don't think that. "have you never skipped a class before?"

your eyes widen as large as saucers, model student park jisung has skipped classes? a small chuckle escaped your lips. "no, i could never bring myself to, it always made me feel strange.."

now it's jisung's turn to look surprised, you laugh again, why does he assume you skip classes? or have even attempted to skip? you wonder what goes through his mind. "are you serious? you've never tried to skip before?"

you scoff, pinching his arm. "i tried to once in the sixth grade because of a dare from friends, but i literally couldn't do it, they called me a wimp for the rest of the year".

"aww sad".

"don't give me your fake pity, also— you've skipped class before!?"

jisung chuckles at your surprise, giving a small smile. "it was a few times as a sophomore, some classes are just so boring i can't resist".

"wow, model student park jisung skips his classes? i cannot believe the information that has been bestowed upon me".

the words, paired with your sarcastic tone made jisung let out yet another snicker, he hopes he's not overdoing it in your eyes, you're genuinely just a very funny person. "oh no! don't use this secret to tarnish my pristine reputation!"

"you're such an idiot".

a cute idiot.

"be quiet, you still love me" jisung rebuts, adding a small nudge to your shoulder along with his words.

it's weird to say, but you like this. even with your totally non-romantic feelings for jisung, you find this nice. is this what dating him would be like? you get to hold hands and joke around in the halls without a care in the world? you think you'd enjoy that, you'd enjoy dating park jisung.

wait what?

you snap out of your thoughts when jisung stops, so you stop too. he lets go of your hand, and you resist the urge to frown, because you don't want to come off as desperate. (but you are desperate, you're so desperate, having park jisung hold your hand was so nice, you want him to hold it again).

"this is my stop, thank you for my walking with me".

the words are simple, basic, but you find your face heating up at them anyway. you clear your throat, not wanting to stay silent any longer. "it was no problem, i couldn't disagree anyway".

jisung laughs, he is so pretty, so pretty without even having to do anything significant. "of course you couldn't" he looks down at his feet. "anyway! have a good day y/n, don't be late to your next class!"

you blink as you watch jisung walk into the auditorium for his next class, you watch as he walks away, standing there for what seems like forever. how could a guy, just a guy affect you so much? what is it with park jisung and making you stop in your tracks? he's mesmerizing, just so easily draws you in.

your eyes widen as you realize the time, you're going to be late for your next class, mr. chen is going to kill you!

and as you totally sprint down the hallway to get to your next class, your mind is racing with thoughts of park jisung the entire time.

"AM I NOT YOUR BEST FRIEND?" YOU CAN practically hear the pout in sungchan's voice as he said those words. you place the extra polaroids on your desk, then glance up at your friend, who stares at you with an expression of defeat on his face. you raise an eyebrow, puzzled at what the actual hell he's talking about, he's always just bringing stuff up so randomly, you can't even keep up with what he's referring to now. sungchan just frowns, letting out a groan of frustration as plops down beside you, a small huff adding to his words. you chuckle at the way he decides to present himself, and he groans once again, very frustrated. "where is this coming from?"

"why didn't you tell me about you and jisung".

you pause, an expression of surprise comes to your face, your face which heats up astonishingly quickly. "me and jisung? me and jisung what? we aren't—"

"y/n there's no point in denying it, everyone already knows".

"everyone already knows what?"

"that you and jisung have a thing, it's fine if you don't wanna tell everyone but excluding me? your best friend in the whole entire world from the news?"

"jisung and i aren't dating!" you say immediately, clasping your hands together as you try to calm your rapidly beating heart. why do people even think that? yeah you like park jisung but how did people even reach the conclusion that you were dating? you're not even sure if jisung returns your feelings. "i don't even know where people got that idea.."

"so your constant yearning stares and pitched up giggles are all not apart of that?"

"i don't—" you are definitely showcasing all guilty characteristics, your red face, your shrill voice, and your very obvious lying, sungchan sees right through you, anyone would be able to. "yearning stares are stupid i don't do that!"

"yeah, sure y/n" sungchan sighs, and you groan, screaming into your pillow. "i'm not trying to be mean or anything, but it's disgustingly obvious that you're into jisung, and i mean in a cringy way".

you gasp in offense, turning away from your best friend. you want to remain stubborn, but you can't, of course you can't, how can you even deny your feelings for jisung anymore if other people can now tell that you like him? your face heats up in embarrassment, and you cover your face with your hands. "is it really that obvious?" you mutter, hoping the answer isn't what you think it is.

"yeah, very, i wouldn't even be surprised if the two of you were actually dating and this was a little trick of yours".

sungchan points at you, an accusatory look in his eyes, but he immediately lets it go, because he knows you, and he can tell that you are telling the truth. you don't even have the courage to look at him, still covering your face with your hands. "have you not told jisung how you feel yet?"

your silence tells sungchan everything he needs to know, and the look he gives you is absolutely criminal.

"YOU HAVEN'T!?"

"i haven't found any time too!"

"how much time have you been spending around jisung these days!? you haven't even tried to bring it up to him!"

you let yourself fall to the side, half your body hanging off your bed. "i don't know how to" you whine, mind immediately rushing to thoughts of park jisung, thoughts you probably shouldn't be having. "it's awkward!"

"well i'm sure jisung feels the same with the way he always has to resist the urge to kiss you in the hallway".

"with the way he WHAT!?"

the words are enough to make you rise from your formerly fallen state, a look of astonishment on your face. did jisung really return your feelings? or was sungchan just trying to start something that would end up absolute humiliation?

"y/n, not trying to be rude or anything, but it's so obvious that jisung wants to date you, he doesn't even have to say it for everyone to know!"

you feel like you just discovered the secrets of the universe with those words, park jisung likes you? like likes you likes you? once the realization dawns on you, you gasp loudly.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!? OH MY GOD I CAN'T BELIEVE I WAS SUCH AN IDIOT UGH!"

sungchan watches you freak out, he truly can't believe that he had to tell you for all of it to finally set in.

it's actually pretty funny, and he snickers as he watches you go absolutely ballistic.

"HAVE YOU SEEN Y/N?" JISUNG ASKS the first recognizable person he sees in the hallway. he hasn't seen any seniors anywhere for a while, but that's because the days keep getting warmer, meaning graduation keeps getting closer, most of the seniors only take two classes and then go on to do their extracurriculars, so they don't really have to spend the whole entire day at school, but it's weird today because he usually always sees you, even when he isn't purposefully looking for you (which has become a common thing for him to do, he's just loves the time he can spend with you). he hopes you aren't absent, because today is friday, and if he doesn't tell you his important news now he's going have to wait an extra two days.

"y/n? uh..." the unfamiliar boy pauses for a moment, as if thinking, and jisung is hoping that it isn't the worst, because he really needs you to be here today. "well i'm not sure where he is actually! probably with his other photographers".

"but he's here right?" jisung doesn't care if he comes off as desperate, his only focus is you, you are his main priority, he doesn't care about the impression he's making on others, he can truly only think about you at the moment.

"yeah! i'm just not sure where exactly!"

"okay thank you!"

the guy gives him a strange look, a mix of teasing and giddy, but jisung walks off too fast to see it, he's set on finding you. he doesn't exactly know where he's supposed to go, he's just hoping to somehow spot you and be able to get you alone.

"what are you rushing for?" chenle comes out of nowhere, noticing jisung's urgency and the way he's clearly focused on something specific strikes him as odd, but he already has an idea of what's making jisung so fidgety. "you're gonna confess your love to y/n or something?"

"yes, actually i am chenle, it'd be great if i could find him, though".

maybe it's jisung's surprising honesty, or the way his main priority is you. chenle finds it amusing how quick the switch flipped, but it's also kind of cute. the usual pessimist, mr 'i don't really care about love' park jisung is down bad for a boy, it's adorable. "have you tried the photography room?"

"where do you think i'm heading?"

chenle chuckles at jisung's attitude, simply smiling and pulling his cheek. "alright then! don't forget to tell me how it goes!"

jisung doesn't spare chenle another glance, just turns back around and focuses on the task at hand, finding you and telling you how he feels.

jisung wonders how you'll react, based on what he's seen, it's not completely guaranteed that you'll reject him, it's probably more likely that you return his feelings rather than don't. does that make him horrible? thinking because you've exhibited the traits of someone who has a crush that you have a crush on him?

maybe you don't like him and he's letting it all get to his head, it all just seems too good to be true.

jisung doesn't even have to go all the way to the photography room, because he bumps right into you whilst on his way there, and a small yelp escapes your lips. "oh my god.. sorry!"

jisung cannot contain his excitement, and his nervousness. there is absolutely nothing to be nervous about, this is y/n. kind, understanding, charming y/n, it's not like he's going to scream at you for telling him you like him. it’ll all be fine.

"it's alright" you whisper, shaking your head for a moment. "i was looking for you" you immediately say, not allowing for jisung to speak before you.

jisung's eyes widen. you were looking for him? it makes his brain go haywire, figurative cogs in his head turning. "that's ironic, i was looking for you too".

jisung swears he can see the red coloring on your cheeks, but he doesn't say anything about it.

"i have to tell you something".

the two of you say that sentence in unison, the same amount of anxiety coursing through your veins, the same red hue on your cheeks, the same look of surprise in your eyes. "you can go first" you whisper, picking at your fingers, you aren't exactly sure if you want to hear what he's about to say.

"are you sure? it seems you have something more important to say.."

"it's fine! really, i can just say it after yo—"

"i'm in love with you".

the words strike you like a punch to the gut, a slap to the face. your stomach drops, your face is burning horribly, and your legs feel like they're about to give in. you cannot believe it, you hope you don't pass out, you hope you don't just die right here, that'd be so embarrassing.

park jisung is in love with you. beautiful, talented, model student park jisung who you've never truly known how you felt about is in love with you. you are so happy, giddy, and it disgusts you, but the disgust is quickly replaced by the feeling of joyousness. park jisung is in love with you, he feels the same way.

"jisung, i'm—"

"it's okay if you don't return my feelings i just wanted to tell you!" is that really what he thinks? that you don't love him back? he must be crazy, you've only ever exhibited reciprocal feelings. "i'll be off now!"

"no! don't go!" you grab jisung's wrist before he can walk away. smart move y/n, you're acting so natural right now. "i just, i return your feelings! i just don't know how to explain it, also my hands are very sweaty right now and i feel gross.."

you let go of jisung's wrist and feel your face get unbearably hotter. it's embarrassing, you feel so embarrassed, but it's park jisung, and jisung just stares at you lovingly. you're so cute, how did it take him this long to tell you how he felt?

"you're so cute".

jisung doesn’t even realize he says the words until you give him that look, and your red face just makes him giggle more. "this isn't— that is not fair! i was supposed to confess first!"

"you're the one who told me to go first!"

"i didn't know you were going to tell me you liked me! i prepared a whole sentence for you and everything!"

you whine, covering your red face with your hands. jisung removes your hands from your face, and a small smile graces his pretty features. he's absolutely gorgeous, he has such a pretty smile, you have the sudden urge to tell him about it. "your smile is beautiful".

now it's jisung's turn to become the red faced lovesick fool. "ah, really?" he responds, voice shaky, hands even more shaky, but they're so soft, your mind always reminds you to note that.

you hum in agreement. "it's very pretty, i can't believe more people don't talk about it".

"well you can talk about it, aren't we technically dating now?"

the question makes you pause. you feel like your about to go insane, you're dating park jisung? park jisung is your boyfriend? this is like a dream come true, a dream you thought would stay a dream and only a dream. "dating? dating! yeah yeah!"

your natural act is not natural at all, you are very nervous, so nervous you feel like your about to collapse onto the floor. "there's no need to be so nervous.."

you groan. "says you!"

"alright y/n" jisung lets go of your hands, much to your dismay, because you frown. he takes note, and reaches over to grab your own once again, intertwining your fingers. "we’re dating, you don't have to go red faced every time i compliment you now".

"but it's you, how do i not?"

jisung sighs, leaning forward and pressing a small peck on your lips. oh he is such a stupid little—

"why would you do that!?"

"i'm sorry!" jisung giggles, he was definitely not sorry. "it was an instinct, i had to!"

"you— ugh!"

park jisung can't just not make you nervous, he's such a crazy man.

one that you love, of course.

"I THINK I LIKE THIS ONE THE MOST.." JISUNG states, admiring the polaroid photos which litter the desk. you hum at his words, rummaging through the box on the counter, you are very much focused on finding that estranged camera taehyun had pointed for you to find. your boyfriend glances up, looking over your shoulder, silently watching as you get frustrated about this stupid camera you couldn't find. "which one?" you inquire, glancing over at him. jisung holds up the polaroid, a picture you'd taken of you and sungchan at the beach when you were nine. a pretty photo, you aren't even sure how you pulled it off. "ah, that is a pretty one" you whisper, and you smile the moment jisung smiles. his smile is so pretty, a cute stretch which is enough to make you smile, even if you feel down.

"what’s with your face?"

"searching for this old camera is pissing me off" you remark, knowing that you have to search for this is just making you even more mad, why do you have to pack the photography room right before graduation? you hate it. "who even left it in here?"

"a former student maybe?"

you close your eyes, sighing. "i need this to be over so much more quickly" you complain, and jisung just laughs at your misery.

"we graduate in a week, y/n, just be patient" the younger pokes your cheek, then he cups your face, trying to make your frown disappear. "an old camera is not the end of the world".

you glance down at jisung's lips, then narrow your eyes. "are you trying to seduce me?" you question, raising an eyebrow.

"no?" jisung responds, adding a small tilt of his head to his words. "do i sound believable?"

"not at all" you say, pushing jisung's hands away and looking back to the box in front of you so you can continue to scour for this camera you have to get for your friend. you continue to search through the box, trying to find this old dslr camera for your friend. "so don't distract me".

"i'm not!" jisung whines, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin onto your shoulder, watching you try to succeed at your mission of finding a camera. "you don't want to give me, your lovely, amazing boyfriend attention?"

you merely roll your eyes at jisung, he's so annoying (in a cute way), you're about to call chenle to drag him away from you, but you also don't want him to let go of you, his arms around your waist make you feel safe, loved, park jisung makes you feel so loved.

"i found it!" you shriek, victory soaring in your voice. "fucking finally".

"okay so can you give me a kiss now?" jisung asks, puckering his lips and leaning closer to you.

he's so desperate, and you are too, it's adorable, park jisung is adorable. "hmm" you pretend to think about it, an inquisitive look making it's way to your face. "nah".

"y/n! that's not fair!" jisung whines, shaking you with his arms that are still around your waist. he frowns, trying to give you his best puppy dog eyes.

you almost give in, but you push him away, taking the camera you'd been searching for. "later, babe".

"you said that this morning!"

you sigh, turning around to stare at the pouting park. the cute pout remains on his face, how can you ever resist him? you lean forward and press a kiss to his lips, ruffling his hair. "there, are you happy you big baby?"

"you could do better".

"uh huh, and you could be patient".

jisung frowns once again, but it's not a serious one, just the cute one he likes to do when he pretends to be mad at you. "don't be mad, you know i love you".

jisung does know, he knows that very well. he smiles at you, he's so in love with you, and not even in an embarrassing way, there's nothing embarrassing about this, he feels joyful, a sense of euphoria overtakes him whenever he’s with you.

"i know, i love you too".

and he isn't lying when he says that.

because he truly does.

[sotwk]

Hello, you wonderful, thoughtful, sneaky busybody! I’ve read the letter that you snuck into my room—in fact I may have read and reread it until my eyes went crossed. I can hardly believe you took such risks for me, spying on Lord Eomer and taking his private writing—but I’m certainly glad you did.

Grateful as I am, I have another favor to ask of you—though I know you’ll accept gladly, given your love for meddling in other people’s business. I have a letter for Lord Eomer—oh, Bema help me, I knew you’d be insufferably smug about it. Yes, you were right—you’ve been right all along! Are you happy now? 

I know what you’ll ask next, and yes. If you must, you can take a peek—I suppose I owe you that much, since you were the one who brought me his letter in the first place. Just make sure he gets this, won’t you? I won’t be able to rest until he does.

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Lord Eomer,

Last night, my friend gave me a curious gift: a letter, crumpled, torn, and painstakingly pieced back together. A letter written and nearly destroyed by your own hand. I do hope you can forgive her actions—for my part, I have never been more grateful for her meddling.

I was determined Forgive my penmanship. My hands have not stopped shaking since I read your words.

I was determined to speak to you at once. I’d decided to sneak to the Golden Hall and throw pebbles at your window until you awoke. Would you believe that I’d donned my cloak and had a foot out the door, with no thought that midnight had long since passed, when my mother caught me and herded me to bed like an errant foal? Trapped in my room as I was, I resolved to write to you instead.

I slept not at all. 

For months, I have endured the attention of the suitors my parents paraded before me. Foolish man, had you made known even a word of that letter to me, I would have sent them all away without a second thought!

I am—I was resigned to do my duty to my family. But you cannot think I wanted to marry one of those men! If ever I smiled at them, I was thinking of you. If ever I looked attentively at them, I was studying their faces seeking some trace of you. 

I underst  Bema, my quill grows unsteady again. You cannot know what your words have done to me.

I understand your reservations, truly. But I am of a mind with your cousin, that our duties need not rule us entirely. Nor must they be the enemy of our hearts.

Do you recall the midsummer feast last year, when you asked me to dance? We spoke afterwards in the garden below the north balcony. I don’t recall a word of our conversation, for you had kissed the back of my hand when our dance was done and I could think of nothing else. You must have known how your touch would haunt me, how I would drive myself mad with thoughts of how your lips might — 

Bema, I am not myself this morning! But there, you see? I do not cross out words in regret, not when I mean them. 

I will be waiting in that garden tonight, at sundown. If you have the courage to stand by the words you tried so desperately to destroy—if, Bema help me, you are as seized by your passions as you claim—you will meet me there. I make no demands of you. Only that you speak the truth to me, without reservation, as I am doing now. 

Enough of prudence, enough of patience! What good have those miserable words ever done us?

I don't know if you will receive this letter in time (don't know how legible it will be, I have never scrawled so fast in my life), but even with the hour being late, I HAD to write and reassure you that:

I survived reading it, though it got hairy there for a second, my poor heart was not ready.

I delivered the letter.

I did more spy-work and lingered in the halls all morning until I was sure Eomer had returned to his rooms and found it.

I got caught. No, no, not by him, thank Bema. By the other one.

No worries, I handled it. He went all high and mighty, telling me I "should not meddle so much", but he didn't rat me out right there. He went into Eomer's room and chatted with him for a good while. Alas, door was too thick for me to hear a peep. Why are these doors so damn heavy.

I managed to corner him later on, but he wouldn't confirm anything other than that Eomer read your words. I then rushed off to get this note to you, but I'm gonna run back to talk Theodred's ear off until he spills everything. I don't care if he is the Prince. I know for a fact that he meddles as much as I do if not more, that sweet hypocrite.

Please just show up in the garden as you said you would and this would all be worth it I'm sure. I'll meet you on the other side, girl! GO GO GO!!!

Tagging parties who are probably interested in this crazy drama: @from-the-coffee-shop-in-edoras @morethantheycansay @emmanuellececchi @celeluwhenfics

For the other confused readers:

The "Anon" who wrote the gorgeous letter in response to my own "Letter from Eomer" is actually the incredibly talented @scyllas-revenge. It started as a letter writing Ask Game, and is now blowing up into a co-written Eomer x unnamed OC fic.

I've posted my work of Eomer's letter as a ficlet on Ao3 called "A Salvaged Letter", but now I'm probably expanding that into a SMALL multi-part fic. We'll see. Now that I've pulled my beloved Theodred into it, it's hard to resist the urge to write more.

Oh, and the busybody gossipy friend will definitely be an OC self-insert of yours truly. Shamelessly, I'm doing that.

[lulutaylorsimaginarium]

The Chain

Summary: When the guys get stuck in a situation and hunted down by a drug lord. Frankie makes a call he really doesn’t want to make to the only person that can help them

Words: 2055

Warnings: “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the right age to handle mature themes. We handle our own triggers with kindness and grace

AN: Mind any grammar mistakes even though the story has been checked. The author is dyslexic and it is the wonders of her brain.

AN2: Thanks to everyone who voted in the poll for the next series to be written. There is one more day to vote. If you want too

Thanks for reading x

THE CHAIN MASTERLIST

Part Fourteen

It was four days. She was gone four days, just enough time for Santiago to just about go insane. She would only call Will or text Benny. She wouldn’t say much. That she was okay and would be back soon.

At least that was something.

Three of them were fast asleep when she drove the car as quietly as she could up the driveway and under shelter, safely in its spot. The plan was to sneak back in, none the ware. She didn’t want to make a big thing of it. Plus Will had fixed her front door, so she could get in quietly now.

That was the plan at least

She walked up the stairs, front door keys in her hand already to go. Get in and disappear.

That was the thing about a plan.

They very rarely worked out.

“You were gone for four days” a voice said from the porch

She shrieked and spun around to see Frankie sitting in the Adirondack chair watching her.

“Needed time to level out”

“Level out?”

“Well, being ripped from my blissful almost boring life into a race against time against a drug dealer. Bear dying, Gunner dying in front of me and sleeping with your best friend who I used to loathe” she sighed over dramatically “And that’s barely been a fortnight”

“Left us high and dry”

“Oh yeah, this place is really a tin shack without power and water. Yeah, you guys have really been suffering”

She walked inside without looking back.

She really wanted to go back outside and give it to him, but she couldn’t really say why. She hoped that the time away from one another would help whatever problem or thing that was happening between them but clearly not.

Her body turned on the stairs and stormed down a few steps before her mind caught up with her and spun her the other way, continuing up.

Gabby and Frankie weren’t like this. They didn’t fight. They barely even disagreed. Maybe that’s why she left. She couldn’t handle it. She didn’t like it and for some reason they wanted to take it out on each other.

She had enough time to have a shower, hop into her bed and just about get comfortable when she had another visitor.

He pulled back the covers, pulled her in close.

“Never do that again”

“Sorry”

“You scared the shit out of me, out of all of us”

“I was only in town. Twenty minutes away”

“That’s a long time if you needed us quickly”

She rolled over on to her back and looked up at him. Santiago did look worse for wear. Tired and he looked like he hadn’t been sleeping well.

“There were just a couple of things I needed to do. You know, like quit my job. Get my stuff back here. Go see a doctor…..”

“Why?”

“My head. I thought you might get sick of taking me for walkies at night time”

“What did you tell the doctor?”  

“Geez” she laughed “I know I’m new to this whole special forces thing but give me some credit”

“We’re not special forces”

There wasn’t much light in the room but she saw it. She caught it. Gabby gently grabbed his chin and moved him towards whatever light that they had, to see his black eye

“What happened?”

“Nothing you need to worry about”.

“Not Frankie?” she asked in disbelief.

“Reina”

She moved from underneath him. Her bare feet had only just hit the floorboards when he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back into bed.

“Pope, He can’t just hit you”.

“I stirred him up”.

“Why?”

“Thought it might help” he lied, she smirked because she knew that he was lying.

“What else did you tell the doctor?”

“I told her that I had quit my job, broke up with my boyfriend and just moved back home after years of being away”.

“What did she say?”

“She told me that I am in a very stressful situation and stress is a big cause of PTSD reactivation”.

“The sleepwalking?”

“Yes” she sighed “She gave me meds. I’ll be fine”.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen”.

“I was backsliding before you called. I’m a little messed up, Baby”

“Hey, I know some grown ass men three times your size that would have crumbled long ago. If they went through what you have been through. Don’t be so hard on yourself”

“I just don’t like being..”

“Human?”

She laughed again before he kissed her on the forehead.

“I’m sorry for taking everything out on you”

“Gab”

“No, just” she stopped “Its between Frankie and I and I put you in the cross fire because you were the one in front of me”

“It’s okay”

“We’re not just fucking ”

“I know, that’s not what we’re doing” he sighed cradling her face. So,she couldn’t hide away “I know it’s not just that for you either. No matter what you say.”

“I just didn’t expect us to be here, I guess”.

“I did. I just thought it would be a drunk once off”. He chuckled “Or a hate bang”

“YES!” she laughed “During an argument or something”.

“You’ve thought about that?”

“You haven’t?”

“Absolutely”

“But” she sighed “There are things we need to do. Like you know, get you guys home safely. That’s more important”.

“You never put yourself first, do you?”

She froze really not knowing what to say.

“What does that even look like?”

He chuckled moving a strand of hair out of her hair “I think that’s something you really need to figure out for yourself and start doing”.

“I’ll put it on the list”

He felt her take a deep breath and relax against him. He couldn’t say he didn’t like it

“Frankie did say something that I need to bring up”

“If it was brought up in anger. It’s probably not true”

He quickly rolled her on to her back, so suddenly that she gasped and then laughed

“Am I taking advantage of you?”

“Absolutely not”

“You’ve lost two friends in two weeks”

“I’ve lost people but you’re not taking advantage of me. Let’s face it, there’s no better way to feel alive, then what we have been doing. That’s the whole point of a grief bonk” she reached up and scratched his head, slowly soothing his mind.”I think grieving for Bear will come later. I’m not there yet and even if I was. It’s not up to Frankie to decide that it’s wrong. It’s up to me”

“I know”

“So” she said before kissing him “Let me grieve the way I want to grieve”

He kissed her harder then he intended but he wasn’t sorry about it either

“I think technically, it would be make up sex this time” he corrected

“They are two of the best kinds but it could even be both”

Santiago playfully bit her collarbone and growled “Don’t ever disappear again”

“I promise”

He wasn’t good with words. So, he let his actions speak for themselves and she let him.

#

She walked down the stairs the next morning exhausted but happy to see the brothers relaxing at her dining table enjoying their morning coffee. She really hadn’t had a lot of people in this place. She hadn’t had any at all. Even though Gabby loved her life. There hadn’t been a lot of laughter in this place, other than her own. She loved that this home was full of life right now.

Even if there was an undercurrent of uncertainty  

“The lady of the manor is home” Will called out happily

“Morning”

“You okay?”

“Always”

She walked into the kitchen and poured herself some coffee before Santiago walked down the stairs.

“I’m not surprised you’re home” Benny teased

“You’re not?” she asked pouring Santiago some coffee 

“I’m in the room next to yours and you guys weren’t exactly quiet last night”

She scrunched up her face  “Sorrrryyyyyy”

“I’m not” Santiago corrected

He looked over at her and saw she was blushing slightly. It was cute.  He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead gently.

“Holy shit” Will told them

“What?”

“You guys are the real deal. I just thought it was fucking”

She laughed as she sat down at the table with them

“Well, she did dump her boyfriend for me so....”

“That was not”

“Oh, come on” he laughed sitting next to her

“Did I also quit my job and move countries for you too?”

“Yeah, why not”

“Jesus” she laughed sipping her coffee

“Are you coming back to the states with us?” Benny asked excited “Are you moving?”

“I haven’t gotten that far yet”

“You can’t just stay up here all by yourself in this big house” Will encouraged

“I need to get you guys home first, okay?”

“Gabs” the brothers protested

“I have a plan, I think. I just have to figure out how to do it”

“No. You’re having the day off” Santiago told her, almost ordered

“Babe” she protested

“You’re exhausted”

“And who’s faults that. Keeping me up all night” she teased

“One day. All I’m asking is for one day. Just sleep for one day. Please”

“One?”

“But actually sleep”

“Fine”  she answered

“Thank you” he said kissing her in front of everybody, not giving a damn.

“Awwww” Will teased “You guys are cute”

“I think the word you’re looking for is disgusting” Benny answered.

She shook her head and drank her coffee before a thought clouded her mind

“Do you guys want to go out to breakfast?”

“Are you kidding?” Will answered “We’ve cooking for days. Of course we wanna go out to eat. We’re shit cooks”

The front door opened and closed behind them before Frankie was by her side putting a packet of cigarette on the table. It wasn’t the cigarettes that she was looking at though.

Her face dropped as she picked up the Zippo lighter on top of the pack.

“Where did you find this?”

“In the top draw in the kitchen” he answered with more attitude then needed  “Why?”

“It’s Bears’” The whole table went silent as she felt Santiago scratch the back of her head gently “You coming to breakfast?”

“Nah, I might skip it” Frankie shook his head

Santiago shot Frankie a dirty look but Gabby seemed unfazed

“Okay” she said calmly hopping up from the table and draining the rest of her coffee “What do you think boys? Fifteen minutes?”

“Ten” Benny offered

“Ten?” she questioned “Shit. Your cooking must have been real bad”

She had eyes on her the whole time as she walked back upstairs but she was used to that by now.

#

She didn’t notice him at first, standing in the doorway of the bathroom watching her as she was in her own little world, getting ready for the day. She spied his reflect in the mirror and gave him a small smile.

“You okay?” Santiago asked

“Always”

“Whenever you say that. I know you’re not”

“You haven’t known me long enough to know that”

“I think you forgot how long we have been in each other’s lives” he smiled walking into the room and standing behind her

“Hmm” she hummed “You know, if Benny heard us last night then so did Frankie”

“Good”

She laughed and shook her head “Can you be less of a guy?”

“No” he laughed “We’re the adults. He is the one acting like a child and this is not the time to be acting like a child. We’re still not out of the woods yet”

“You’re right”

“No one is doing anything wrong”

“Yeah”

“Meet you downstairs. The guys are hungry”

“Since when are those two not hungry” she chuckled “I’ll be down in a second”

She had just enough time to pull her hair back and grab her bag before her name was being called from downstairs. Gabby walked down the stairs laughing to herself as the guys filed out of the house.

“Sure you don’t want to come?” she asked Frankie one last time

“I’m fine”

“Do you want us to bring you something back?” she asked “Maybe a Happy Meal, to fix your mood?”

They stared at each other, not saying another word but speaking volumes, before she smirked and walked out the door

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Salut, S🖤

Oh my Lord, I saw the doughnut ask and I just flatlined. I suppose that was the goal? Either way, it got me thinking (not about omegaverse, although that is weaseling its way into my mind) But more about a certain word that was used in it.

I cannot, for the life of mine, get over the idea of Sebastian slipping up and calling Chris “Daddy” (I know you don’t usually go for the Daddy kink but I just thought you might be interested in the “thots” as you call them)

Just Sebastian spread out on the bed, being opened up by Chris, whimpering and whining (In my brain it’s the Sebastian from The First Avenger because twink) and just begging Chris to fuck him. And Chris is doing his best not to cave. He wants to give his baby whatever he wants but he also knows that putting it off will make it that much sweeter. So he keeps on teasing Sebastian, asking him filthy questions and making his eyes roll back into his head.

“What do you want, baby boy? Tell me, and if you’re a good boy I’ll give it to you.” Chris whispers, and Sebastian just snaps.

“Please, Daddy! I want it, want you to fuck me! I’ve been good, I have!! I’m your good boy! Please, need it so bad, Daddy!” Sebastian whines loudly, and Chris practically passes out. Sebastian has never called him anything similar to that before, and it takes Chris’s breath away.

He snaps too, immediately taking away his fingers and fucking Sebastian fast and hard. His baby is screaming under him, moaning for Daddy and making Chris’s life feel unreal.

“Yeah, you’re Daddy’s good boy, aren’t you baby?”He asks, and Sebastian moans high pitched and loud. It feels like a switch has flipped inside of Sebastian and Chris is not complaining.

What do you think, S? Is it too much?

Yours,

Lukas.

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Lmao, exactly, the goal of every ✨️spicy✨️ ask

(Good, haha, I hope omegaverse gets into everyone brains. I enjoy it too much. Although, I haven't written it in forever 😫) (I don't write daddy kink, too, too often. You're correct, but I don't dislike it by any stretch of the imagination...)

I. love. me. some. mid-fuck. kink. discovery.

And this piece of writing is no exception. I fucking love that Sebastian just can't help himself. His brain is melting, and Chris is touching him so good, making him feel so good that it just slips out. The desperation from Sebastian just feeding Chris making him feel the same fucking way 🤌🏻yum🤌🏻

Thank you for the incredible thots 😘

P.S. everytime daddy kink comes up, I think of the queen, K (@howdoyousleep3). So, if you haven't already read her evanstan fics, you need to.

Kinktober 2020: "Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan: Phone Sex"

"i got it bad for you"

[scribeforchrist-blog]

While It Is Still Day

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ Psalm 46:5 God is within her; she will not fall; God will help her at break of day.”

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ Psalm 90:12 Teach us to number our days carefully so that we may develop wisdom in our hearts

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM STANDING WITH JESUS

I AM NOT BENDING

I AM NOT COMPROMISING

I AM WALKING ON THE STRAIGHT AND NARROW

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THOUGHTS:

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    Life is short; our things are temporary, and some people don’t like to be told they are getting older or that life is short. Still, I can remember being very young and saying I have time for this, and I have time for that. I wasted a lot of my years thinking this idea that I'm young,and having this idea that we are young or that we have time is a foolish way to think, and at the time, I didn’t think it was because I was YOUNG, but when we realize our days are numbered. We realize that life is just a mist, and we learn to do more in our lives that have meaning.

  No, we all aren’t called to teach or preach, and some of us aren’t called to be millionaires or to have this or that, but we have to find the purpose of our life by asking God because he placed us here for a reason and for a very short time, time is moving so fast we are in June and I feel the year just started. 

 Many of us waste so much time allowing other things to stand in the way , in our Bible verse today it says , we need to be careful and mindful of how short our life is, and this verse wasn’t written to add fear to us but to take into account that things we waste time on can hinder us from our call in life.

  Ephesians 5:16-17 makes the best use of the time because the days are evil. Therefore, do not be foolish, but understand the will of the Lord.

  It says to use our time best and understand God's will. I spent a good bit of my life running behind the things of this life and doing things I shouldn’t have wasted; those years, that young age, are gone, but the best advice I can give anyone.

Spend every day getting to know your maker, spending time with him, obeying him, and growing in him; it’s a difference from spending time with God and growing, and some of us need to take the time to hear what he is speaking to us, and take it and grow with him, to be what he is calling us to be.

  It’s never too late to start, but don’t think you have time because death is knocking on the old and the young doors. We can't control when it comes, nor can we stop it, but we must be ready for whatever the lord places before us; sometimes, we lose track of the true purpose of why we are here, and that’s 1. to worship the lord 2. To serve him,

 John 9:4 We must work the works of him who sent me while it is day; night is coming when no one can work.

  This is another verse where Jesus is saying we must work and do what we are called to do while it is day; we are losing light every day we do something wasteful, and it's okay to take vacations and travel the world, but God doesn’t want that to be what we think our life is about, our life is to do the great commission which is  “therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely, I am with you to the very end of the age.”

  GO make disciples and baptize in the name of the Father and Son and teach and obey everything God has commanded us to do; he gave us the authority to do this; we don’t have to be a pastor or a prophet or a teacher to do this we must do this in him we must do this because it's what we must do as disciples of Christ.

  James 4:14 Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a bit of time and then vanishes.

  This verse is the foundation of this devotional; we don’t know what will happen tomorrow; we can make our plans, we can say what we want to do or where we want to go, but our life is a JUST A MIST; some translations say our life is a fog and a vapor, it’s shortly lived and what we must seek every day is to make sure we are right in the eyes of the lord, some of us if we are honest can say I wasted my day away, I laid around today, I did nothing today. Still, every day, we live life; in this way, we drift from the calling of God; we drift from what we are supposed to do, which is seek Christ and teach others about Christ.

   Psalm 39:5 You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Everyone is but a breath, even those who seem secure.

   It says it here: EVERYONE IS BUT A BREATH; all our lives are short, and the Holy Spirit today is telling us to “seek him while we can still come as we are. I don’t care what you did; I don’t care what your identity is; come to me and receive your new and true identity; let me show you who I am; “he wants to show you who he is and how to be truly loved by him!

 *** Today, we learned that life is too short to continue to play games, to play into the narrative that we are young, or we have time we don’t; the young and the old are being called home, and we can act like we don’t know. We can act like we don’t understand, and we can continue to ignore what’s happening around us; people are going to stores and not returning home, it’s people that are going to school and not coming home, and we have to ask ourselves are we ready to see Jesus if something happens today, I know this devotional won’t be something someone wants to read or if your listening on the podcast it’s something you don’t want to hear.

  Friends, we must be ready; hell is just as real as heaven; we can’t continue to believe that our good works will get us in, that what our father and mother did will do it; no, we must go to God ourselves and be judge on the things we do, we all have some type of call on our life we need to ask the lord daily to help us find it. We need to seek him daily and love him with our whole hearts; the word says if you love me, you’ll obey me, you do as I say; if you love the lord, seek him and do as he says!  ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father, we thank you for everything; we ask you to continue to be with us, lord; we thank you for the ups and the downs; we ask you to show us the true way; we ask you to open our eyes to see and our ears to hear let us not ignore you no longer help us to be healed by you always. Father, we give our life to you; we fully submit to you; we ask you to reveal our calling to us; help us to seek you with our whole hearts in Jesus' Name, amen.

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REFERENCES

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+ Psalm 144:4 Man is like a breath; his days are like a passing shadow.

 

+ Isaiah 2:22 Put no more trust in man, who has only the breath in his nostrils. Of what account is he?

 

+ Proverbs 27:1 Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring.

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FURTHER READINGS

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Proverbs 24

1 Kings 22

Lamentations 3

Acts 27

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[randomcerealbrand]

Fast Forward sucks.

I know that's not original, but let me just dump this and run.

Sometimes, with TMNT shows, it's 7 seasons, with a "future" season that seems to be written by a fanfic writer. But even then, that would be disrespecting all the good writers.

Then the last season of that is straight shit, with a change of art style and demographic to keep the show running, but that in turn kicked out it's teen audience, which was more than 40% of the fandom at the time.

The 5 seasons we got for 2012 was perfect, but even then, the main story ended in season 4, with an extra season for fun side stories that help flesh out previous seasons. Again, the alternative future special for it came from a child's diaper. Frankly, it was very sexist, only including and having cameos for every male character and completely forgetting about April, Shinigami, Karai, and even IRMA.

HOW COULD YOU NOT INCLUDE OUR LORD AND SAVIOR IRMA?

Next, lemme talk about why the 5 seasons are the best amount and disprove another very hated series that is uhhhh live-action.

5 seasons is the perfect standard for TMNT shows, because you need to flesh out story and characters in the first season, add more plot to the second season, add in spice and some drama to the third season, and the fourth season is where the main story should end and leave everyone in a state of growth before continuing on to the fifth season, which fleshes out the story, like season one, except it answers more questions than it creates, since it's the final season.

A 6th season isn't needed unless the story begins to drag out, and a 7th season certainly isn't need if you're going to change art styles either right after it or during it.

Stick to an art style all the way through, or else it will be jarring for those who were watching and enjoying the previous seasons.

This all circles back to characters, plot, settings, and overall the best rating you can possibly get for a show.

This is why 2012 is the best TMNT show, hands down. It does have its flaws, but it's good enough to learn from its mistakes and create a nice environment for the characters. And while seasons 1-5 of 2003 are certainly better, the final two seasons diminished the reputation of the first 5. You can't judge a show by a certain few seasons and call it a day, or you won't get the full picture.

Now, on to TNM.

The Next Mutation does not help me prove my point, but that's because it's not a show. It's a marketing tool. The Next Mutation is simply there to run off the original fame of the '87 TMNT, have crossovers, and make money in the most sufficient way possible.

How do I know this, you may ask?

UHM

HAVE YOU SEEN VENUS'S DESIGN?

And the thing is that she is drastically different in terms of design. She is the main marketing tool for the show. But around 30% of TMNT fans were female, so they felt they needed to add another female character to be able to sell to these certain genders so that toy sales can go up, and the show can keep running.

Hence, the creation of Venus De Milo.

Now, don't get me wrong, she would've been a great addition to the franchise if she weren't so butchered and bland to the point of where she was never used in another show again, until Rise.

At least, almost, since they were supposed to have 2 secret siblings, one that was Big Mama's assistant, and the other was a battle Nexus champion (not including Leo.)

Then again, it's just speculation, I could only find proof for one claim by one of the writers, saying that Mama's assistant had more story to her, but I couldn't find any proof for the battle Nexus champion claim.

This stupid info dump is basically to say that Rise deserve 5 seasons, but not 7 seasons. Unless you have a show without much plot, like a slice-of-life story, then you shouldn't have more than 5 seasons, or else you'll most likely be dragging out the story so much that nobody wants to watch the show since it's so slow.

I mean, name one show that had more than 5 seasons and actually had a story.

Other than Adventure Time.

It's very hard to pull off, but not impossible.

But yeah. Season one was supposed to be filled with fun antics the characters could get into to introduce the world around them and the characters themselves. 2012 TMNT did that, and everyone loved it. People just needed to give it a chance and not judge a book by it's cover.

If you want an extra season of Rise, and we might not get it, I highly recommend looking for the Cass Apocalypse AU. It's very well made and very fun to read. (Bottom.)

And if you don't want a "future" season, be sure to look out for the fan project ROTTMNT: A New Age, which gives the fandom a great final season to hyperfixate on. (Also bottom.)

And, if you don't want a fan series to satisfy that itch you're craving, a comic is coming out for Rise soon, having all the comics, Sound Off, and an all new story that was never published, called "The Hidden City." Please go buy it, at least, once it restocks. (Again, bottom.)

Lastly, as of writing this, a Q&A between Ron Corcillo and The Cartoon Base will be happening on July 29th, 2023. Please, if you support Rise, join in on the Q&A, and ask some questions. Maybe we can get a season three if we fight hard enough, but that's only if we try. (Just go to the bottom, fool.)

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

Cass Apocalypse AU

ROTTMNT: A New Age

ROTTMNT: The Complete Adventures

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Oh, and don't get me started on the MOVI-

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Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

Work Song

Written By: Hozier

Artist: Hozier

Released: 2014

Alternate version included: Live in America, 2015

This is the only song on Hozier’s self titled album to have a title that is not entirely composed of lyrics from the song. The song is about the love of a worker’s life lending him strength during a hard day’s work. The song encompasses indie with strong influences on folk, blues and negro spirituals.

[Verse 1] Boys, workin' on empty Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat There's nothin' sweeter than my baby I'd never want once from the cherry tree 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be She give me toothaches just from kissin' me [Chorus] When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her [Verse 2] Boys, when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin I woke with her walls around me Nothin' in her room but an empty crib And I was burning up a fever I didn't care much how long I lived But I swear, I thought I dreamed her She never asked me once about the wrong I did [Chorus] When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her [Bridge] My babe would never fret none About what my hands and my body done If the Lord don't forgive me I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me When I was kissin' on my baby And she'd put her love down, soft and sweet In the low lamplight, I was free Heaven and hell were words to me [Chorus] When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

As Long As You're Mine

Written By: Stephen Schwartz

Artist: Idina Menzel & Norbert Leo Butz for Wicked (OBC)

Released: 2003

This song takes place after Fiyero finally tells Elphaba and Glinda that he has feelings for Elphaba so, ending his relationship with Glinda, Elphaba and Fiyero run away together. Elphaba finds it hard to believe that a man like Fiyero could care about a girl like her since all of Oz finds her dangerous and different. Just like in the novel, Elphaba and Fiyero fall in love with each other. But in the novel, the two end up having an intense love affair. While the song greatly reduces the explicit, mature nature of their relationship that occurred in the novel, it hints sexuality.

[ELPHABA] Kiss me too fiercely Hold me too tight I need help believing You're with me tonight My wildest dreamings Could not foresee Lying beside you With you wanting me And just for this moment As long as you're mine I've lost all resistance And crossed some border line And if it turns out It's over too fast I'll make every last moment last As long as you're mine [FIYERO] Maybe I'm brainless Maybe I'm wise But you've got me seeing Through different eyes Somehow I've fallen Under your spell And somehow I'm feeling It's up that I fell [BOTH] Every moment As long as you're mine I'll wake up my body And make up for lost time [FIYERO] Say there's no future For us as a pair [BOTH] And though I may know I don't care Just for this moment As long as you're mine Come be how you want to And see how bright we shine Borrow the moonlight Until it is through And know I'll be here Holding you As long as you're mine [FIYERO] What is it? [ELPHABA] It's just… For the first time… I feel… Wicked!

[thewrittennerd]

 Chapter Two

Optimism cautiously measures itself out into tiny flickers through Hallie's bloodstream as she awaits for any kind of verbal response from Jake. She'd learned a long time ago that Jakob Seresin doesn't do things lightly or the easy way.

But then Hallie's hand begins bouncing with an unexpected vibrating movement; causing the blonde to glance down and then back up at Jake, who is now openly crying. “Oh, babe, why are you crying? I thought you'd be happy about becoming a dad again.” Her hands are gentle…warm…loving…and oozing a smidgen of concern when the tips of her thumbs caress back and forth across the bare cap of Jake's knee.

Pushing her hand aside with a firmness she'd never seen him do, Hallie watches as a still very much naked Jake turns and flings himself into the pillows of Hallie's bed. Through his sobs Hallie can swear she hears him saying to her in a muffled tone. “Smettila di comportarti come se ti importasse di quello che penso.” (“Stop acting like you care what I think about it.”)

“Mi interessa, perche ci vogliono due per il tango, darlin',” Hallie says in a soft, gentle, teasing voice; moving to join him on the bed. Slender hands with fingernails covered in a vibrant green polish slide along Jake's rib cage. Every part of him except for the tiniest one wants to push her away. (“I do care, because it takes two to tango, darlin'.”)

“Non trasformarmi nella tua festa die pieta, Hallie,” Jake mutters. (“Don't turn me into your pity party.”)

“Non e un peccato quardo so cosa hai passato,” Hallie murmurs; the tone of her voice losing its teasing and throwing maternal, wife-like comfort into the mix. (“It isn't pity when I know what you've been through.”)

Late October/first of November, 1987  

Baton Rouge, Louisiana 

Twenty-four year old nursing school student Norah Burnett is just getting her arms into her rain jacket when another nurse…her supervisor for Norah's final year…cries out in anguish in a room on the maternity ward's floor down the hall from the nurses' station. As fast as her feet would carry her in he sneakers, Norah rushes to the room where her supervisor is gawking in shock at the empty bed. Going over Norah sees a scrawled and hurriedly written note laying among the covers that had been flung off to one side of the hospital patient issued bed itself.

 It was as if whomever had been in this room wasn't ready to be a mom to the baby in the nursery down the hall.

 Lord help her Norah knows that this precious baby girl without a home or someone to love and care for her would need it … as soon as possible. “I'm going to adopt her,” the brunette resolves he thoughts; turning around to face Laverne, her supervisor.

 “Are you sure that is a wise idea, mon cherie?” Laverne asks. Her Creole-French accent makes it impossible for most patients and their families to understand what she says half the time but Norah did and often spoke in the language they could understand. “Her maman might come back and claim her.”

 Norah uses a gentle touch to push the note into Laverne's aging hands. “She isn't coming back, Laverne,” Norah tells the older nurse. “She's abandoned the baby.”

Present Day – San Diego, California

Jake turns to face Hallie, fresh tears in his eyes and her own. “I don't get it. Why didn't you tell me?”

Hallie sniffles, wiping at her eyes. Jake puts his arms around her; one laying its palm flat against Hallie's back; the other traces slow, gentle circles on the nape of Hallie's neck. “Because I owe so much of my life to Norah. She's my mom in every sense of the word. I did meet her once. It was right after you and I, uh, had that one huge fight.”

2017 – Venice, Italy

Hallie easily dodges around to avoid the strong hands that reach out for her slender waist. “Non toccarmi cazzo!” Hallie shouts, ignoring the fact that she's attracted the attention of people walking along the street where their apartment is located. (“Don't fucking touch me!”)

“Ricardo solo che sono innamorato di te e che il mio cuore non vo da nessura parte, Hallie.” Jake's voice is eggshell soft, on the verge of cracking, as he takes gentle…hesitant…steps back to give Hallie the distance. Easing himself down onto the bottom steps that lead up to the loft. (“Just remember that I'm in love with you and that my heart isn't going anywhere, Hallie.”)

His wife huffs in anger and frustration before turning to storm out, going down two flights of stairs and emerging into the heavy rain that's just started pouring down. Hallie knows Jake will give her a big, long lecture about not taking a rain jacket or umbrella but right now she's feeling the fuming anger continue to build into a boiling point. Stomping down the rain-soaked cobblestone streets of Venice, Hallie heads toward an indoor food market just around the corner.

She is then startled by a woman preparing to leave the market with her various food purchases. When the said woman glances up from digging around for her keys, Hallie gasps sharply in shock.

 It's like looking into half of a mirror with the other half obscured and shadowed.

Turning on her heel Hallie runs all the way back to the apartment, finding Jake still waiting where she'd left him. “Mi dispiace. Mi dispiace tamto.” (“I'm sorry. So, so sorry.”)

“Anche io,” Jake says, standing and pulling Hallie close. He holds Hallie's rain-soaked and slender 5'5 form to him and just helps her let go of all the anger, letting it spew out like lava from a volcano. (“Me too.”)

  Present Day – San Diego

“It was that moment I knew we could be what the other needs during an emotional spell,” Hallie says, voice quiet as she waits to see what Jake will say.

“Very much so,” Jake agrees in the same quiet tone as Hallie; the cog wheels turning in his head with loud, annoying squeaks.

The next morning Jake approaches Maverick before the class they would be co-instructing. Both men fall into professional format, taking a moment to salute each other. “Do you…or did…know Lieutenant Ron Kerner, Captain?”

“Still do,” the older dark-haired pilot replies. “Why? Is there something I can help with?”

From the pocket of his personalized flight suit Jake withdraws a couple of Ziploc bags. One is empty but the other has a strand of Hallie's dark blonde hair. With a pencil on the desk, Jake scoots the empty bag toward Maverick. “I need to get his DNA to do a paternity test. I think…he's Hallie's biological father.”

Maverick's brows furrow in confusion. “Who's her mother?”

“Hannah Metcalf.” Jake's answer is anything but simple as the older pilot grows even more confused at the surname mentioned.

[echologname]

Bible verses for those who are disabled/chronically ill

(but anyone can take comfort in them)

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ps.139.14&version=ICB

You made my whole being.You formed me in my mother’s body. I praise you because you made me in an amazing and wonderful way.What you have done is wonderful.I know this very well. You saw my bones being formedas I took shape in my mother’s body.When I was put together there,     you saw my body as it was formed.All the days planned for mewere written in your bookbefore I was one day old.

This one has been a favorite since I was a kid! My body was going through a lot of changes as a teen and I didn't always feel great about it, and this helped me see myself as God sees me. A few days ago my tachycardia was really bad but I found myself looking in the mirror and saying this verse to myself. A decade later, my body is still going through big changes and especially the tachycardia attacks, they can be scary too. No matter what stage in my life, I will ALWAYS be perfect to God, even when I chose to leave Christianity, He never left me and guided me back from the dark.

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1Sam.16.7&version=ICB

But the Lord said to Samuel, “Don’t look at how handsome Eliab is. Don’t look at how tall he is. I have not chosen him. God does not see the same way people see. People look at the outside of a person, but the Lord looks at the heart.”

I feel like many disabled individuals experience judgement and misunderstanding from people often. They are only human, it's how GOD sees you that's most important.

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=2Cor.12.9&version=ICB

But the Lord said to me, “My grace is enough for you. When you are weak, then my power is made perfect in you.” So I am very happy to brag about my weaknesses. Then Christ’s power can live in me.

God ALWAYS keeps his promises and I know this firsthand. In the days where my IBS was really bad, I didn't have an appetite or want to give my gut work to do at all, so, I'd lay in bed with fatigue which made me tired and weak and made it all the more challenging to get up and get something to eat. There were a few times where my fast would last up to 2 or 3 full days and during one of them, I had to get my blood drawn and I did not faint nor did I get too sick from lack of nutrition. He SUSTAINED me. Just like how He made the woman's handful of flour and olive oil last days for Elijah, herself and her son.

Also there are heavenly bodies and earthly bodies. But the beauty of the heavenly bodies is one kind. The beauty of the earthly bodies is another kind. All things made of flesh are not the same kinds of flesh: People have one kind of flesh, animals have another kind, birds have another, and fish have another. The sun has one kind of beauty. The moon has another beauty, and the stars have another. And each star is different in its beauty. https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1Cor.15.40,1Cor.15.39,1Cor.15.41&version=ICB

The same God you made the Earth and Universe with all their beauty, who authored their stories and is perfect and never makes mistakes, has created you, your spirit AND your body, with love, care and careful attention, and has already written the story of your life before time began and has called it good.

The eye cannot say to the hand, “I don’t need you!” And the head cannot say to the foot, “I don’t need you!” No! Those parts of the body that seem to be weaker are really very important. And the parts of the body that we think are not worth much are the parts that we give the most care to. And we give special care to the parts of the body that we want to hide. The more beautiful parts of our body need no special care. But God put the body together and gave more honor to the parts that need it. God did this so that our body would not be divided. God wanted the different parts to care the same for each other. If one part of the body suffers, then all the other parts suffer with it. Or if one part of our body is honored, then all the other parts share its honor. https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1Cor.12.21,1Cor.12.22,1Cor.12.23,1Cor.12.24,1Cor.12.25,1Cor.12.26&version=ICB

Here, Paul is referring to every Christian as a part of the body of Christ and The Bible makes it a point over and over that God needs people who are weak or disadvantaged for they don't rely on their own strength and abilities, but God's and trust that He'll care for them.

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[itsyourchoicedevotionals]

Very Real Powerful Force

“Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice!” Philippians 4:4NIV

For 21 days I’ve been on a public fast. Fasting always reveals areas needed correcting. Afterwards, prayers are answered. This time has been no different. Yahweh Adonai has been working amazing things into my heart.

One area— truly rejoicing. “Always be joyful. Never stop praying” 1Thessalonians 5:16-17NLT. Face it— where there’s more needs than money— new laws written daily to take away more of our freedoms— corruption in every area, including the churches— enemy armies crossing our borders in-mass to take over our nation— children being used trafficked to sick perverts— life tends to become too heavy to bear. Rest assured! We’re not the first people to see these evils and feel overwhelmed.

Problem is: we’re looking in the wrong direction. Jesus said, “Now when these things begin to happen, look up and lift up your heads, because your redemption draws near”” Luke 21:28NKJV. The Lord Yahweh is our Savior. Government leaders and laws aren’t. Jehovah has not, nor will He change. Look to Him, He’s the same “yesterday, today, and forever,” Hebrews 13:8.

LORD God sent me to Genesis to read. Corruption abounded, so much so that God regretted making humanity. He was ready to destroy everyone. But— “Noah, however, found favor in the eyes of the LORD” Genesis 6:8BSB. Ending? Noah and his entire family were spared in the ark during the flood.

Question: Where did all the sin come from between Genesis 6 and 19 when God pulled Lot and family out of Sodom? Noah walked with God, his sons didn’t, even after seeing the flood, his sons didn’t walk with God. As for Lot, angels rescued him, and daughters, Genesis 19, God spared his two girls, knowing their penchant for incest. Noah and Lot trust in God to take care of them. saved their families also— God knows how their hearts would have mourned losing their children. Is it any different for us today?

Nehemiah, and the Israelites had returned from seventy years of captivity in Babylon. The younger ones probably didn’t even fully understand the importance of returning to Israel. When they returned, neighboring lands were trying to kill them, while they built a wall for protection, (maybe like a border wall.) As they finally finished their work enough to read the scriptural laws, they realized how sinful they were. Remorse came, but they were instructed ‘don’t cry —celebrate’— “…Go your way. Eat the fat and drink sweet wine and send portions to anyone who has nothing ready, for this day is holy to our Lord. And do not be grieved, for the joy of the LORD is your strength. Nehemiah 8:10ESV. Take the phrase “of the LORD” out of the preceding verse— “for the joy…is your strength.” Joy isn’t a fleeting emotion but a very real powerful force of walking with the Lord, sharing intimacy. This joy force requires us to look at Jesus— (Yeshua Hamashiach in Hebrew), as the Supreme Being, all powerful, undefeatable. Satan and fear cannot stand up against joy and rejoicing. They have to flee, (see James 4:7).

Rejoicing like fasting brings promises. Yahweh has promised me— “‘Do not fear [anything], for I am with you; Do not be afraid, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, be assured I will help you; I will certainly take hold of you with My righteous right hand [a hand of justice, of power, of victory, of salvation]’” Isaiah 41:10AMP. Like Noah and Lot were rescued— While all the evil is surrounding us, we have nothing to fear. Our salvation is near. Will you look up and rejoice? It’s your choice. You choose.

LET’S PRAY: Yahweh thank You for teaching us the power of joy, and Your mercy for us who believe. Help us to rejoice more, in the name of Jesus Christ I pray.

by Debbie Veilleux Copyright 2024 You have my permission to reblog this devotional for others. Please keep my name with this devotional, as author. Thank you.

[hlmowrer]

Week 15: And just like that, another chapter written and abruptly closed

This week was a good week.  It's funny, because from a different perspective it was a terrible week.  There were many successes, but just about every single one of them seemed to fall apart.  Two interested people that had fallen off the map reached out and set up meetings...only for someone in their family to shut it down.  Dennis was super pumped to be baptized...only for a legal technicality to force him to wait another 6 months.  Andrew had a good start to the week, struggled on Thursday, was feeling good after a super spirit lead discussion on Friday, only to bail on Saturday despite having another really good spirit filled discussion...three hours before the baptism...after we had made many preparations and hyped up the whole church congregation.

Disappointing to say the least, not to mention stressful.  And yet, I didn't have a bad week.  Actually, I feel pretty dang good about it.  Why?  Because I know I did everything I could.  I felt the spirit guide me as I spoke in a way that has seldom happened on my mission so far.  I made better use of my time.  I made sure Dennis and Andrew knew how much faith I had in them, and still do.  I was able to see the hand of the Lord guiding me to people, even when they would soon decide to not listen.  And that feels good.  It really does.

So all of that happened, and then also I got a call on Friday morning from mission headquarters telling me I'm being transferred.  That was a cold shock, because I was completely confident that I would stay.  I've been here in Midland less time than Elder Wilchek, and I'm still pretty new.  I had made zero preparations to pack or say goodbye to anyone.  Yet, here I am.  I'll be leaving tomorrow for Kalkaska, a little village (yes, it's literally called a village under Michigan law) in the north, near Traverse City.  I've never lived in a town that small before, it will certainly be an adjustment.  More importantly though I'm just heartbroken to be leaving Midland.  I've really come to love this community and start to consider it home.  It's hard, because I get attached to people and places really easily and letting go of all that with four days notice is so, so hard.  At church I spoke about how progress often doesn't feel good...So many times in a row now have I naturally tried to attach myself to my surroundings only to have my life hastily move me along the instant I learn a life lesson and get the least bit comfortable.  It's so frustrating, but I know that it's simply because God knows there are better places and people prepared for me.  And, in all fairness, I have spent the better part of a decade praying for a fast forward button to my adulthood and its forever home and forever people.  So as sad as I am to leave, I'm also thankfully capable of looking forward to this.  Probably thanks to the same spiritual power that helped me feel good about the week's efforts.  It'll be a new adventure, and I haven't regretted a single one of those yet.

With that, I'm going to go have lunch at Panda Express.  Because it's the last time I'm gonna be anywhere near one for quite a while.

-Elder Beren Mowrer

Hey, look at you!  You actually looked at all my pictures!  Good job.  Here's a tidbit from a few weeks ago that I forgot to add.

Me:                      >*Makes some comment about being around too many "old" missionaries*

Elder Long:          > Oh yeah wait you're training aren't you?

                             > Wait, so that means you're going home in...

                             > *long pause while he thinks about it*

                             > ...Twenty Twenty fiv--- *can't even say it without dying of laughter*

Everyone but me: > *raucous laughter for several minutes*

[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 341

John 1:4

TOO LATE 4 – BUT WHY? 1

Eze 14:19-20 “Or SUPPOSE I WERE TO SEND A PLAGUE INTO THAT LAND, AND POUR OUT MY RAGE ON IT WITH BLOODSHED, killing both people and animals. EVEN IF NOAH, DANIEL, AND JOB WERE IN IT, AS SURELY AS I LIVE, DECLARES THE SOVEREIGN LORD, THEY COULD NOT SAVE THEIR OWN SON OR DAUGHTER; THEY WOULD SAVE ONLY THEIR OWN LIVES BY THEIR RIGHTEOUSNESS. NET

But why would the God of Mercies, who loved the world deeply enough to give the Life of His sinless Son, become so “stiff” with judgements; why close his heart against anyone?

Rom 8:31-34 What can we say about all this? IF GOD IS ON OUR SIDE, CAN ANYONE BE AGAINST US? God did not keep back his own Son, but he gave him for us. IF GOD DID THIS, WON'T HE FREELY GIVE US EVERYTHING ELSE? IF GOD SAYS HIS CHOSEN ONES ARE ACCEPTABLE TO HIM, CAN ANYONE BRING CHARGES AGAINST THEM? Or can anyone condemn them? No indeed! Christ died and was raised to life, and now he is at God's right side, speaking to him for us. CEV

The answers will have to start at the same chapter, and that is good really, isn’t it?

Rom 8:28-29 And WE KNOW THAT ALL THINGS WORK TOGETHER FOR GOOD TO THOSE WHO LOVE GOD, TO THOSE WHO ARE CALLED ACCORDING TO HIS PURPOSE. For whom He foreknew, HE ALSO PREDESTINATED TO BE CONFORMED TO THE IMAGE OF HIS SON, for Him to be the First-born among many brothers. MKJV

All those scriptures speak about “us”, but vs 28 now specifies a particular set of “US”: Those who LOVE God and walk in his appointed purpose; those who surrender to the cross and the transformation into the image of our Lord Jesus Christ.

It doesn’t get any simpler than that, folks.

2Ti 2:19 But THE SOLID FOUNDATION THAT GOD HAS LAID cannot be shaken; and on it are written these words: "THE LORD KNOWS THOSE WHO ARE HIS" and "Those who say that they belong to the Lord must turn away from wrongdoing." GNB

But what we are actually saying here is much more than just the “drawn lines” between Sheep & Goats; we’re saying that even the Sheep, who get too confident about their status with God, could lose the place of Mercy and face stiff judgement without remedy or plea.

Is that understood?

See the case of King Asa: when he left God and turned to pagans for help, and God’s reprimand.

2Ch 16:9 The LORD is constantly watching everyone, and he gives strength to those who faithfully obey him. BUT YOU HAVE DONE A FOOLISH THING, AND YOUR KINGDOM WILL NEVER BE AT PEACE AGAIN. CEV

Please note that when we say it can be too Late for appeals for Mercy, you must admit that the “Sentence” or judgement could imply cessation of Favours, rejection of persons, punishment by siege, and ultimately, sentence of death.

I pray none of us will have to [ever] experience any such.

Jer 14:11-12 Then the LORD said to me, “DO NOT PRAY FOR GOOD TO COME TO THESE PEOPLE! EVEN IF THEY FAST, I WILL NOT HEAR THEIR CRIES FOR HELP. Even if they offer burnt offerings and grain offerings, I will not accept them. Instead, I WILL KILL THEM THROUGH WARS, FAMINES, AND PLAGUES.” NET

You can argue that these points are not congruent with the Dispensation of Grace, but you must answer why God kept quiet and allowed Adolf Hitler to kill 6 million Jews (from 1941-45) in the worst Holocaust ever recorded in the history of mankind.

Don’t tell me God was dozing please.

Isa 10:22 For though thy people Israel be as the sand of the sea, YET A REMNANT OF THEM SHALL RETURN: THE CONSUMPTION DECREED SHALL OVERFLOW WITH RIGHTEOUSNESS. KJV

Now, we shall start to answer to why the door of mercy could be shut without appeal, by using the verse above for the first point of quite a number.

1. JUDGMENT IS RIGHTEOUS – Just because Judgment depicts God’s decrees of painful evil befalling people, does not imply that such sentences are unrighteous, being from God.

Rom 3:5-6 But if our unrighteousness commends the righteousness of God, what shall we say? IS GOD UNRIGHTEOUS WHO LAYS ON WRATH? (I SPEAK AS A MAN.) LET IT NOT BE! FOR THEN HOW SHALL GOD JUDGE THE WORLD? MKJV

Rom 9:14-15 What shall we say then? IS THERE UNRIGHTEOUSNESS WITH GOD? MAY IT NEVER BE! For he said to Moses, “I WILL HAVE MERCY ON WHOM I HAVE MERCY, AND I WILL HAVE COMPASSION ON WHOM I HAVE COMPASSION.” WEB

You read Ish 10:22 saying the decision to destroy Israel and leave only a few, overflowed with RIGHTEOUSNESS.

If God decides to reject anyone, it’s a righteous Act. This brings the next point:

2. GOD IS BOTH KIND AND STERN – depending on who you are or what you have done, you can see the “relative side of God”. Your deeds determine His RESPONSE or REACTION.

Rom 11:21-22 For if God did not spare the natural branches, perhaps he will not spare you. NOTICE THEREFORE THE KINDNESS AND HARSHNESS OF GOD – harshness toward those who have fallen, but God’s kindness toward you, PROVIDED YOU CONTINUE IN HIS KINDNESS; OTHERWISE YOU ALSO WILL BE CUT OFF. NET

Heb 12:29 because OUR GOD IS INDEED A DESTROYING FIRE GNB

If you are a father and always loving, and avoiding showing your children a “mean” face, when necessary, you will never be a good enough father to raise them well.

God is the Best father!

I pray we will always deserve to see [only] the good side of God, in Jesus name.

Join us on Wednesday as we progress with this intriguing Subtopic.

Keep Shinning!

Brother Prince

Monday, April 17, 2023

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[woodworkingpastor]

Abide with me -- Psalm 102 -- Sunday, February 12, 2023

This week was like every other week in that there were many newsworthy events that caught our attention. Some were tragic, others set your teeth on edge. There was one significant event from the world of sports that I call your attention to: Lebron James breaking Kareem Abdul-Jabbar’s NBA career scoring record.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to achieve something that no one else in the history of the universe has ever done? Did the Guinness Book of World Records fascinate you as much as it did me? There was always one kid in our elementary school class who would use their Scholastic Book Fair money to buy the Guinness Book of World Records. When the books arrived, we’d get together and look at the tallest and shortest people, the person with the longest hair and fingernails (among other things!).

We may never be world-record holders ourselves, but I suspect each of knows something of this. Maybe it comes in the form of learning a new skill or technique in our favorite hobby. For some it might be when choir or bell choir learns a particularly challenging anthem. One for me was when in 2013 I ran my personal best half-marathon—an achievement that eventually came with the realization that for many reasons, I’ll never surpass that time again.

Hear my prayer, O Lord; let my cry come to you.

It is the realization that records will be broken and that inevitably our skill and potential will succumb to the passage of time that I want us to think about today. The uncomfortable but relentless truth that the bright possibilities of daytime become lost in the darkness and uncertainty of the night moves us toward today’s sermon and the themes that the hymn Abide with me confronts.

I must admit that after last weekend’s joy-filled and uplifting retreat, it’s a bit difficult to preach on a challenging topic like this one—I really should talk to the person who schedules the sermon topics! But isn’t life like that? The good and the bad all jumbled up together demanding that we take all of it, regardless of our personal preference.

Abide with me (#653) is a poem written by Henry Lyte, a pastor whose declining health required early retirement from his parish and relocation to another town. It presents a complicated topic; we should always encourage people take care of their health. This does not mean that it is easy to do so, especially when “taking care of myself” means “my world becomes smaller.”

The poetry is brutally honest about Rev. Lyte’s outlook on life at this moment of his life: darkness deepens, helpers fail, comforts flee, earth’s joys dim, change and decay are all I see, etc. Consider verses 1 and 2:

Abide with me; fast falls the eventide; / the darkness deepens; Lord with me abide. / When other helpers fail and comforts flee, / Help of the helpless, O abide with me.

Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day; / earth’s joys grow dim; its glories pass away; / change and decay in all around I see; / O Thou who changest not, abide with me.

I chose this hymn because I wanted these last two sermons on prayer (which are part of an occasional series that began last October) to illustrate how the hymnal can aid us in our prayer. I was looking for an “evening hymn” for this Sunday and a “morning hymn” for next Sunday. It doesn’t take long, however, to realize that if we limit the definition of “evening” to “the time of day when the sun is setting,” then this hymn might be miscategorized. But we understand “evening” to more broadly refer to “the end of things,” then we begin to see it differently.

Abide with me provides an opportunity to examine our lives—something we may very well be inclined to do at an evening prayer service, either here or at Camp Bethel.  That comes out in several verses of this hymn that are not included in our hymnal:

Come not in terror, as the King of kings, / but kind and good, with healing in Thy wings; / tears for all woes, a heart for every plea. / Come, Friend of sinners, thus abide with me.

Thou on my head in early youth didst smile, / and though rebellious and perverse meanwhile, / thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee. / On to the close, O Lord, abide with me.

And then there is this one that I believe is my favorite—again, not in our hymnal, but included as verse 3 in one listing I found:

Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word, / but as Thou dwell’st with Thy disciples, Lord, / familiar, condescending, patient, free. / Come not to sojourn, but abide with me.

Whether we use this hymn in the evening or at a time when we face the loss of important things, a question comes to mind:  Do we trust God in the night times of our lives?

As profound as the poetry is in this hymn (and it is profound); as beautiful as the tune is (and it is beautiful), the hymn provides no answers. We come to the end of the hymn with exactly the same request we had at the beginning, “Abide with me.”

Night presents many difficulties.

Biblically, there are two broad understandings of night. The first is the Jewish notion of the day beginning at sundown. Viewing the day from this perspective can be reassuring, for it means we start the day by going to bed. Relinquishing control, we trust that God will care for us throughout the vulnerability of the dark.

This is important precisely because the Bible also recognizes that night can be dangerous and uncertain. Recently, I’ve been listening to the podcast The End of All Hope. It’s a serial science-fiction podcast, telling the story of three colleagues who travel from San Diego to New York for a work conference, just at the time Earth is attacked and invaded by aliens. An odd premise, perhaps, but it raises some interesting questions, because as the characters acquire a car and attempt to drive back to California, nighttime presents a question: do they stop and rest, or do they drive in shifts and keep going. Night is dangerous because they can’t see the aliens as well, and they can’t trust that another human might not sneak up on them and try to steal their car.

And while I would assume that none of us are concerned about alien invasions, we know that sometimes the night is filled with anxiety, as our worries spiral more out of control with each toss and turn. The nighttime is often when we confront our deepest fears.

This is the subject of Psalm 102.

Interpreting Psalm 102 is not rocket science, it is human experience. Reading through verses 1-12 we recognize ourselves. And whether these words are honest reflections on some really hard times or the Psalmist wallowing in self-pity—there is room for either interpretation—the Psalmist leaves everything on the table. This is a person being honest about the perceived absence of God. Psalm 102 grants permission to get our complaints out in the open, reminding us to interrogate our own emotions to make sure they’re not leading us astray.

But unlike the hymn Abide with me which leaves the invitation to God unanswered, Psalm 102 arrives at a firm conclusion: Whatever the future looks like, that future is in God’s hands. We can trust that God is with us; we can move forward into the future trusting Jesus’ words from the end of Matthew

And remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age (Matthew 28:20).

The struggle with spiritual night and the silence of God is one that has troubled Christians for generations. The reality that God is trustworthy and has not abandoned us has been an important spiritual lesson for those same generations.

Come be my light is the controversial spiritual biography of Mother Teresa; controversial because she intended her letters to be destroyed, not published. When the book was published, the world learned that as a young woman, Teresa heard God’s call to serve in India. After that, she never heard from God again. Pope Benedict said of her, “all believers know about the silence of God.”

The Psalmist and others have learned that whatever the future holds, the future is in God’s hands. For while the Psalmist here can say

Hear my prayer, O LORD; let my cry come to you. Do not hide your face from me in the day of my distress. (Psalm 102:1)

The Psalmist can also say

But you, O LORD, are enthroned forever; your name endures to all generations (Psalm 102:12). 

Writing in 1874, British pastor Charles Spurgeon wrote

Men will forget me, but as for thee, O God, the constant tokens of thy presence will keep the race of man in mind of thee from age to age. What God is now he always will be, that which our forefathers told us of the Lord we find to be true at this present time, and what our experience enables us to record will be confirmed by our children and their children’s children. All things else are vanishing like smoke, and withering like grass, but over all the one eternal, immutable light shines on, and will shine on when all these shadows have declined into nothingness (The Treasury of David, v. 4, p. 422).

Reflecting on this same Psalm about 1500 years earlier than this, St. Augustine of Hippo wrote

When the time came for God to show mercy, the Lamb came. What kind of Lamb is it whom the wolves fear? What kind of Lamb is it who, though killed, kills the lion? For the devil has been called a lion, going about and roaring, seeking someone to devour; by the Lamb’s blood the lion has been conquered (ACCS, v. 8, p. 210).

In many ways, Psalm 102 describes life and faith in a way not unlike last weekend’s talk about passing the baton. The lap we are running may not be the final lap of the race. But it is a lap of the race. And if it’s not the final lap, then we know that there is someone at the start/finish line, waiting for the baton to be passed to them so they can begin their portion of the race. And we know that there is some One at the finish line, waiting to welcome us home. In the darkness of the night, our job is to continue reaching out to God, asking God to “abide with me.” In the darkness of the night, we continue to affirm our faith, continue to reach out to God, believing that

The children of your servants shall live secure; their offspring shall be established in your presence (Psalm 102:28).

[bi-bard]

Little Dream - Dream of the Endless Imagine (The Sandman)

Title: Little Dream

Pairing: Dream of the Endless X Reader

Word Count: 1,015 words

Warning(s): poor attempt of flirting (on the writer's part)

Summary: After learning of Desire's interference in Unity Kincaid's life, a dream goes between realms in the hopes of protecting their home.

Author's Note: This has been written and deleted so many times. I don't think I posted it, but at this point I can't remember.

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I shouldn't have gone to see Desire on my own.

It was one of the most reckless things I had ever done, but I could only prove my theory by getting them to confess to it.

So, no matter how stupid, I walked into Desire's realm.

"Hello..."

I turned around in the all-red room. Desire was sitting on the opposite side of the room, grinning at me.

"You're a long way from home, little dream," they said, leaning forward in the seat.

"Like you were when you found Unity Kinkaid," I asked.

"Ooo, that was fast," they replied.

"What did you do to her?"

"Why are you so convinced it was me?"

"I only know two beings that are known for having golden eyes," I explained. "I am almost certain that Crowley is a little busy with his angel to worry about matters of the dream realm."

"You are a smart one, huh," Desire stood up and walked over to me. "Was that a trait my brother gave you or did you earn that one all on your own?"

"What did you do to Unity?"

"I didn't do anything to her," they shrugged. "With her... that's a different story."

"You impregnated her."

"Sounds so... scientific when you say it like that. Where's the passion?"

"She was going to be the Vortex."

"Was she? Well... lucky I was there."

"It just moved on... moved to family blood. You... You want Morpheus to draw family blood."

"Aw, why would I want that?"

"I don't know. Why don't you tell me?"

"Or... you could forget all of that."

The world around me went dark. I furrowed my eyebrows, spinning around. I froze, hearing steps behind me. I still couldn't see anything.

"You could just stay here."

My heart almost stopped. It was such a distinct voice. Not Desire's, but Morpheus's. I closed my eyes even though I couldn't see them anyway.

"You could stay here," the breath of the voice brushed my skin. I felt lips find the skin of my neck. "You could stay with a version that wants you as much as you want him."

I bit my lip, fighting the urge to get lost in the deep voice and the tempting kisses.

"Just say the word-"

"No."

In that instant, the lips were gone. I opened my eyes to see myself in the dream realm again. I had no idea if I had sent myself back here or if Desire had taken care of that.

I loved Morpheus. I had for so long that it almost felt as natural as breathing. But it would be selfish to indulge that wish when the realm needed my help. I would sacrifice such happiness to protect him.

"Lord Morpheus!"

I had interrupted Lucienne and Morpheus talking in the throne room when I ran in. Morpheus had just been worrying about the Vortex. I knew that I was being a nuisance by interrupting them, but I didn't have another choice.

"My lord," I said as I made it to the pair. "I have something important to tell you."

"I cannot discuss this right now," he immediately waved me off. "There are more pressing matters at hand."

"I know-"

"Please, Lucienne and I are in the middle-"

"It's about the Vortex, so please shut up and let me tell you what I know."

Lucienne looked more shocked than Morpheus did. I had shocked myself. I was never one to be so blunt, but it was the only choice I had in that moment.

Morpheus's back straightened up when I spoke.

"I'm sorry, my lord," I muttered. "I have information regarding the Vortex situation."

"Which is?"

"The Vortex is family blood," I said. "Your family blood."

"How do you know?"

"Because I confronted Desire and they confessed to seducing and impregnating a woman named Unity Kincaid, who was stuck in the dream realm while you were imprisoned."

"You confronted Desire on your own?"

"It's your family," I explained. "I was worried about accusing them of something like this without proof or a confession."

"That was dangerous," he stepped forward. I looked down for a moment. "Very dangerous. I think you should go."

I looked back at him.

"I cannot kill the Vortex without spilling family blood. I need another solution."

I nodded. "Thank you for your time, my lord."

Lucienne grinned at me as I walked away. I grinned back at her.

All I could do after that was wait. Continue my work with humanity and wait for the situation to be resolved.

I only knew it had been handled when I was called to see Lord Morpheus.

"My lord," I called as I walked into the throne room. Morpheus was standing at the bottom of the steps, staring up at the stained-glass windows. He turned to face me. "You sent for me?"

"I owe you a thank you," he explained. "I confronted Desire. They confessed."

"I was just doing what was right," I said, grinning at him.

"Desire also told me something that I have been hesitant to believe," he continued, stepping toward me.

"About me," I asked.

"Yes," he replied. I swallowed a lump in my throat as I watched him move closer to me. "Do you have feelings for me, (Y/n)?"

I almost felt like I choked when I heard his question. I must've paused for a moment too long.

"You have no reason to be ashamed if you do."

I scoffed.

"Especially when your feelings are returned."

My eyes went wide as I looked at him. There was a small grin pulling at the edge of his lips. I let out a shocked chuckle as I smiled back at him.

"May I kiss you," Morpheus asked.

I nodded.

Morpheus leaned in and gently pressed his lips to mine. It was quick and soft. It was a few moments before he pulled away again.

I looked down for a moment, feeling how warm my face got in that matter of seconds. I felt another kiss get pressed to my forehead.

I could get used to feeling like this.

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