#love her take on this song; i first became familiar with it on the paper moon soundtrack

[sushis-wild-imagination]

Seventeen when they realise they’re in love with you

Seventeen Masterlist

Im open to fic requests!

Genre: Fluff!

→ Choi Seungcheol

“She doesn’t bite, I promise” Cheol reassures.

Cheol brings his dog over to meet you. You were terrified of dogs, but you tried for him.

Cheol somehow got you to touch kkumas head and also feed her some chopped carrots. Kkuma really liked you and wanted to play with you. She kept jumping to your lap, but you tried your best not to make sudden movements or shriek and scare the poor dog.

You thought dogs were cute, but only from afar.

You trying to overcome this fear and interact with someone so precious to him, really made him seoon over you. He definitely fell for you that day.

→Yoon Jeonghan

He had called you over while he babysat one of his nieces. You’ve always liked kids so it was no big deal. But the only big deal was meeting his family. You’ve been together now for a month and meeting family was a huge deal.

His niece at first felt a little awkward and standoffish but soon warmed up to you when you presented her with some candy you picked up for her.

Jeonghan loved the fact that you got along with his family. He also starting feeling love for you that day that only deepened there after.

→ Hong Jisoo

“Tell me what you want from me Joshua?” You yell at him, tears pooling your eyes.

What did he want? He wasn’t ready to be in a relationship, but seeing you talk to that guy from uni also did something to him. Lately he felt as if he was running away from something, he finally figured out what it was. As you stood there, tears falling out of your eyes. He loved you, it hit him like a bag of bricks when he saw you threaten leaving the apartment without resolving whatever this was. He was scared to admit to himself, but now he had to say it out loud. For him to hear, for you, to hear.

He knew if he let you walk out that door, you’ll be gone forever.

“I’m in love with you”

→ Moon Jun hui

Jun had the worst day at work today, everything that could go wrong, went wrong: the paper machine had no paper, his sandwich for lunch became soggy, it started to rain when he went out to get some lunch instead, his important presentation fell through. Nothing was right.

“Are you okay?” You ask him, as you both take a walk. Seeing him stressed, you suggested a walk outside to get some fresh air.

He doesn’t respond to the question, so you just take his hand in both of yours, softly caressing it with your thumb as you both walk, you hoped that was enough.

He turned to look at you and your eyes met. Jun always thought it was superficial when people said ‘all my worries fade away when I’m with you’ but he finally understood exactly what that was like. All his cynicism disappeared because it worked. One look at you and he was smiling.

Regardless of what happens in the day, you were someone that melt his problems. He realised this is what love is.

→Kwon Soonyoung

“I’m going to make this work” you say frustrated, almost pulling your hair out.

Soonyoung was in your studio helping you figure out some beats for your new song and it was going to hell. Every tune you came up with sounded so eeriely similar to something you’ve already heard before. You’d rather jump off a cliff than accidentally put yourself through accusations of plagiarism.

Another groan while you play around with the keys. This went on all night where to a point soonyoung fell asleep on the couch behind you but you were still making the song.

“I did it!”

This woke him up and you looked so happy and accomplished that you had finally cracked it. You let him have a listen to see if it sounds familiar somehow, but it didn’t.

Soonyoung had heard many friends say that people look the most attractive when they’re working and they were right.

Your happiness was contagious and he was absolutely adoring you.

He fell in love with your happiness immediately.

→ Jeon Wonwoo

Like every time, this time too, wonwoo left for home after spending the whole weekend at yours. He lived two towns away so it was an hour of a drive to see each other. You made it all worth it.

This time, while leaving it didn’t feel like usual. His chest felt a lot heavier when he thought about not seeing you for another week.

This time, his throat closed up every time he wanted to say goodbye. Perhaps he had finally gotten used to saying goodbye until a new feeling came in and knocked the air out of his lungs and glued his feet to your apartment.

“I think I love you”

→ Lee Jihoon

You were snoring in the living room on your architecture table as he helped you into bed.

You’ve been working on this project for days, staying up all night. Jihoon is someone that works really hard and also holds a lot of respect for people who are passionate about their contribution to the world. He looks up to people who are diligent and dedicated.

That night, he had a lot of respect for you but also a lot of adoration. He was falling in love with your sincerity, slowly and surely.

→Seo Myungho

“I hope we get to see sea turtles later” you say to Hao.

Hao has always been attracted to empathy. When he suggested that you should go on a date to the beach with a clean up drive, he didnt expect you to say yes as fast as you did.

He has always found this empathy in you for nature, and preserving nature, very attractive. The fact that this was your common ground only deepened your relationship further.

He was head over heels for you when you agreed to pick garbage with him at the beach.

→Kim Mingyu

Kim Mingyu took you to the arcade for your 6th date, yes, you were counting, because he felt like a dream, you really saw this going somewhere.

The arcade was one of the cutest date things to do on paper, but you never got to actually experience it. You ended up trying all the machines there were. But the dance machine is something you were waiting for.

You had your concentration face on and you were really to destroy this machine. Mingyu was always carefree and very giggly type. His giggles made you giggle too.

You ended up challenging him to a dance off and went at it for a good 3 minutes. But all you could see was Mingyu half way through stopping and chuckling at your face. You raise an eyebrow.

“You’re so easy to love”

→Lee Seokmin

Dokyeom falls in love with the littlest of things, they then add on to become a huge pile of love and an overwhelming sense of adoration and affection.

You and him were walking in the city on a road that goes uphill. You had spotted an old lady with her hands full of 2 huge bags, barely able to climb uphill. You immediately rush to her and offer help. Dokyeom was puzzled to see you run, until he realised what you were doing. He had a big smile plastered on his face while he comes over to help as well.

Dokyeom enjoyed helping people, he drew joy from it and so did you. This instance was another drop in the ocean for him to fall more and more in love with you.

→Boo Seungkwan

Boo Seungkwan was an athlete by heart. He absolutely loves breaking a sweat playing all the sport he can.

Him and you started dating a couple of weeks ago and promised each other you’d have a go at his favourite sport badminton, which he boasted he was good at. You were an average badminton player, you enjoyed squash more.

The match started off slow, you were both testing waters. The match slowly gog to a point where it was just sounds of the racket hitting the shuttle, no giggles, no teasing. Neither of you like to lose.

You finally hit a smash that he could not reach. He was awestruck. Usually, he hates losing, but this time, he lost focus, all his focus was on how amazing the match was and how amazing you were.

Now if thats you or your badminton playing skills that he fell in love with is something you are yet to figure out.

→Choi Vernon

Usually Vernon is quite non chalant,doing his own thing, minding his own business. You and him have been speaking to each other for a month now.

And everything feels different to him. Every time Vernon sees something very interesting immediately thinks of you and to bring you to show it to you, all his thoughts about the future have you in it. He’s thinking about you all the time.

He was walking by a bakery and he thought about who this one time you told him you hated the smell of bread.

His brain was a 90% you and thats when it clicked. He was in love.

→Lee Chan

Your boyfriend had called you saying he didn’t feel very well and cancelled your date. You ended up going to his apartment instead.

You tended to him, he was running a fever and even made him some soup to feel better and stayed with him if he needs anything. As a boy, he had moved away from home early and never really had someone that cared for him like this.

This was the first time in years he felt cared for and he was so grateful to you, that feeling of gratefulness soon turned into feelings of love before the fever broke.

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Tried a different style, hope y’all like it!j I’m open to fic requests!

[snorky]

Verbatim

Hey y’all! I’m posting another story today as well because I wrote the last story at the same time I wrote this one. I saw a particular image of Swayman with his November mustache, and I must say it suits him well (maybe I just like mustaches). The confidence he exuded at the 11/11 Bruins v. Canadiens game was *chefs kiss* and I loved it. Title inspired by the song "Verbatim" by Mother Mother, mostly the intro guitar part. I hope you all enjoy this fic, and take care of yourself!

Pairing: Jeremy Swayman x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: None

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The chilly, familiar, cold Boston air came rolling in, making the apartment seem much more frigid than it had to be. Although it was her favorite time of the year, when alluring holiday lights were hung on street lamp posts, and the scent of baked goods seemed to linger around, the cold air was rather uninviting compared to the other joys of winter.

It reminded her of sweet childhood, full of color and happiness and innocence in a swirl of hot cocoa, dashes of marshmallows and with whipped cream on the top. As she grew into adulthood, that childhood never seemed to go away since she met Jeremy.

She shared an apartment with Jeremy, her friend since university, and it helped cut some costs off of the heart-issue-inducing price of rent in the area, although to compromise, she wanted to help with groceries and chores as much as she could.

“Hey, Jeremy—” She closed the door behind her with her foot, her hands occupied with the task of carrying paper grocery bags. “Let me know if we need any winter supplies.”

He was always a friend, first. He was someone she cared about much more than just someone she lived with and split rent. They both inspired each other to grow better, never putting one or the other down, but always uplifting each other.

Turning around the corner, he stood in the kitchen with his back turned to her, cooking up a simple lunch for the both of them. “I’ll let you know, but I don’t think Boston winter is going to be too rough this year.”

“They say that every year, until one day in the middle of winter, we suddenly get a foot of snow,” she sighed.

He turned around, placing the sandwiches down on the counter, and helped her with some of the groceries. She looked up at him and became startled, “Jeez, Swayman—” Her arms quickly grabbed the groceries that she had almost dropped. “What did you do?”

“Oh, yeah,” he chuckled. A dopey smile was plastered on his face. “Forgot to tell you that I was keeping the ‘stache for ‘Movember’ and I’m surprised that you just noticed it now.”

She felt slight embarrassment in not noticing, but it wasn’t every day that she stared at his face constantly, at least, she thought. “Well,” she paused before speaking again. “You know what, yeah.”

Grabbing the bags of produce and vegetables, she put them in a colander and began to rinse them in the sink as he put the other foods into the refrigerator. The thought of him having a mustache was new to her, especially since he was either clean-shaven or had a slight scruff. Taking a peek at him, she observed it, settling down on the idea that it wasn’t too bad.

“Do I have something on my face?” He laughed. Noticing her flustered expression, he gave her a slight smirk. “Ohh.” Closing the fridge behind him, he walked slightly closer to her. “It’s the mustache isn’t it?”

She didn’t have any romantic feelings for him on the surface, but it was evident that there was a live wire spitting sparks into the air between them.

The late weeknights when it was Jeremy’s rest days, spent on the couch with her, watching their favorite TV show with a bowl of Chipotle. Or the times when she made post-game dinners for him, seeing the genuine smile in his eyes when he looked at her.

It made her do a double-take when thinking about him, and she tried so hard to not let it get to her. For Pete’s sake, he was her friend and roommate for years. And it’d be so, wrong, in many more ways she could explain, yet it was beyond easy to fall for him.

Looking her up and down, he noticed the heat that seemed to drift to her face and neck. “Definitely the ‘stache,” he laughed as he took a step back from her, grabbing his sandwich from the counter and walking to the stools on the island counter. 

Oh, damn him. He knew the effect he had on her and she noticed it, but it felt like a jumble of mixed signals. Did he like her? Was he just teasing her? It was a whirlwind of mixed feelings and unsteady ground.

She brushed her feelings aside and grabbed one of the two sandwiches that he had made for the both of them and started to eat it, enjoying how pleasant it tasted. “This tastes pretty good,” she hummed.

“Thanks,” he responded, continuing to eat. “Tried out a new recipe.”

They both continued to eat in silence together, across the kitchen island from each other, the distance separating them. Awkward tension hung in the air as her feelings about him were slightly revealed, but not enough so that he knew something was definite. He moved his gaze from his sandwich to her, observing her like a hawk.

“I’ll do dishes, go relax after you finish your food.” He wiped his mouth with a napkin.

“Why?” she asked. It confused her as to why he wanted her to relax, especially out of the blue. “What’d you do?”

“You got the groceries and I think that you should just rest.” He smiled.

She hummed in response, content with the idea of relaxing on the couch after running some errands. “Thanks,”

Finishing up their sandwiches, Jeremy grabbed both of their plates and placed them in the dishwasher as she went out to the living room. Laying face-down on the couch, she let out a long exhale, relaxing her muscles and body.

“Long day?”

“Your mustache is unbearable,” she groaned.

He laughed at her, “I think you like it.” Crouching down to be at eye-level with her, he paused before he spoke softly, “Tell me what’s wrong,”

She turned her head to look at him, his face drawn with light concern. “What?”

“I can see it, you have something you want to say. And it’s not about my facial hair,”

Time seemed to slow as they remained in silence looking at each other. He searched her eyes for an answer to her silence. Was it in fear? Discomfort? Annoyance?

She held her pinky up to him, a symbol of keeping a promise. “Promise to continue helping me pay the rent?”

Jeremy let out a small laugh, considering how silly the request seemed, but at the same time, an odd feeling sunk within him when she said that. “Promise.” He wrapped his pinky finger around hers tightly.

Releasing a breath she didn’t know that she was holding, she buried her face into the couch, hiding from his gaze that he kept on her. “I think I like you,” she mumbled. Her face was hot with embarrassment, a mixture of fear and shame bubbling inside of her.

“Well I mean,” he paused briefly, “I hope you do, we split rent and live with each other twenty-four-seven if I’m not on road trips.”

“No—”

“Okay, I know what you mean, I was just messing with you.” He smiled. “Please look at me,”

She picked her head up off of the couch slowly, turning to look at him, he remained smiling, and it looked sweeter than before. He had the softest, precious-happy look in his eyes, the one that she’d see after a game win, but better.

His cheeks were dusted with a gentle pink tint, his face soft. “I like you as well. In the way of me wanting us to be more than friends,”

Smiling at him, she gently cupped his face, her thumb running over his cheek. It was the answer that she had preferred to hear from him, but it seemed better than she had initially thought, and it was relieving. Her own cheeks were a rosy shade, flustered and feeling all sorts of fuzziness.

“Let’s go out and grab dinner later this evening, my treat,”

“I’m sleepy though,” she sighed.

“You need a midday nap?” He asked as he stood up. “Cause if so, I’m grabbing some blankets and joining.” He let out an obnoxiously loud yawn, which she laughed at, as he walked away to grab the blankets from the closet.

This was routine for them from time to time since they were close, but it was slightly different now, knowing that they both felt like they were more than friends. When he came back, he gave her a few blankets and then laid on the couch beside her, head in her lap.

“We’re going on a date tonight, so let’s get some rest.” He let out another yawn, which in turn, caused her to yawn.

“What? A date?”

“The best for the best,”

She smiled softly at him, adoring his genuineness. Her hand drifted to his hair, playing with it gently as he drifted off to sleep, and shortly after, she started to fall asleep as well, peacefully in his presence, together.

[idllyastuff]

8th June 2024

Something I penned down in a moment of vulnerability for him. Please be kind. It made all the sense in the world when I wrote it.

Separation noun 1. the action of moving or being moved apart. 2. the division of something into constituent or distinct elements. I let out a little laugh as I try to decipher the meaning of this word. I was three or four years old when I first heard of you, of your stories. I’ve always felt immensely connected to them, to you. You were there when my grandma told those stories at three, when I danced around on that song at five, when I pretended to be yours at seven and when my mind weaved beautiful stories at nine. You were there when I decorated your swing and when I shied away from your idol in the crowded temple. When my eyes filled with tears when I heard of your pain and the flutter in my chest at the whisper of your name.  Then, I was distant, perhaps a different kind of separation than the one you felt but still all the same. My mind forgot but my heart didn’t, my duties diverged but my habits didn’t. My heart still knew to flutter at the sound of your name but alas my mind knew too well how to ignore that pain.  Did you notice? As I became ignorant to  all the signs you sent. Perhaps you held out your hand trying to stop me as I ran…..away from you. Or perhaps, you never left my side, hugged me as I cried and shook your head as I lied, but stayed nonetheless. I hope I never disappointed you. After a few years, I found you again and slowly all the signs were clear so I wrote my heart out bare.  My days became happy, nights even more as I lost myself in you. You were everywhere and yet nowhere at all and it was enough for me. I found you when I needed you the most or maybe you never left at all. The moon became my companion as I weaved fantastical stories of you and saw them reflected back on its rough surface. Then it happened, suddenly it was not enough. The more I wanted you near, the more you seemed to drift away or maybe you stayed still and I was the one drifting. You stopped visiting me in my dream and I felt my life lose all its meaning. I fall apart slowly. I still feel you around but it is simply not enough. So I write, about you. My creativity stills and freezes the moment my thoughts drift from you.  You, my love, are all I can write about. This author keeps her pen close to her heart. Maybe this is why it only writes about things that reside in her heart. Love, poetry, music, You. You are my muse and you shall forever be. As your absence gets hard to bear, I write. Obsessively, lovingly, to relieve my heart of some pain. As another sort of separation wounds me, maybe different from the one you felt but yet all the same. I write for  you. I write your name on a piece of paper and it becomes sacred. Everything connected to you becomes scared. I roll it into a scroll, a smile on my face as I tie it up. Will you read it? Visit me in my dreams? To relieve some pain, if not all. I wonder today, how you faced separation, the process of separating. I hear all of the things, about being one and yet your heart shattered and she cried immense tears. How is this so contradictory? Were you simply moved apart or were you ,as one, just divided into your constituent element? Is it easier one way? Why did it hurt so strongly? Or perhaps it shall always hurt the same. It hurts the same. Some days a whiff of the wind causes a rush of memories and some days I can look at your idol without tears in my eyes. Oh and this pen hurts to write with, it takes too much pressure to ink the paper but I appreciate the pain . Maybe because writing to you should never be easy or maybe because the pain has grown to be a part of me in a way that the familiarity is welcome, even physical. I realise  I am ranting and that I’ve never once taken your name throughout but hers wasn’t there either. Not in your letters and not in the books. But she was always with you so perhaps love does not need to be spelt out. So I won’t write your name today and perhaps centuries later some literature student will try to decipher the source of all my feelings. 

It will be you, the nameless lover of mine. But perhaps they will know for every empty space in this letter speaks your name aloud, and because this kind of love cannot be hidden for long. You are embedded in all of my writings, in some I call for you clearly and some in which I long for you silently as I have done most of my life.  I don’t want to end this letter. Even writing to you gives me such peace. But I have to go for duty calls and worldly pursuits need to begin this morning. The sound of rain calms me, it was always the most beautiful sound to me, except for the tune you blew from your mouth. I may not remember it but I am sure, nothing else will ever be my favourite sound. I must go, the rain grows louder. I hear you, I see the signs.

[vintagelacerosette]

Tag Game catch up ✨️

I was tagged to do these awesome tag games made by our shining star Macy @celestialmickey & was also tagged by these angel pies Evie @energievie Julissa @heymrspatel Jay @surviving-maybe Harvey @mikhailoisbaby Willow @ian-galagher Kaka @stocious Auds @auds-and-evens Michelle @michellemisfit Leah @whatwouldmickeydo Vey @look-i-love-u Julia @juliakayyy Ri @tanktopgallavich thank youuu 🥰

Name: Myn

Age: 26

Where in the world are you? Sydneeeyy

The meaning behind your URL: the mash up of pretty words & when i began this blog i had aspirations of being a pretty vintage type aesthetic blog lmao

Your second favourite color: Periwinkle

Any pets? My doggie Roxy

Favourite season: Currently, I'll say it's autumn but it varies bc I barely have any distinction with the season living in Australia lol so I'm happy as long as it's sunny & not blistering heat with a light breeze haha

Last thing you read:

Got fics in rotation at the moment haha but I'm rereading

Let the bodies to the talkin' by the magnificent Jane @captainjowl

My Nine Lover by the sensational Anna @annatrow

Last of a Dying Breed by the terrific @wildxwired

For a book I've started Be not Afraid of Love by Mimi Zhu that is a collection writings about the author's journey of relearning to love again after experiencing a violent relationship

Last song you listened to:

I'm getting familiar with the new FOB album 💕

What are you wearing right now? Black cardigan, brown pleated mini dress with pastel green low heels

A hobby of yours: Paper quilling

Your comfort show or movie: Currently Shadows and Bone (gotta get that Six of Crows spin off lmao)

and finally, what are you up to today? Dinner at restaurant I planned to catch up eith my old workmates bc I didn't get to do a farewell dinner when I left in December 🥰

TAG GAME: FANDOM EDITION 💖

Your Name: Myn

Your Age: XXVI

Your First Fandom(s): I think Violet x Tate from American Horror Story

Your Current Fandom(s): Gallavich & Wesper (my book babies got adapted to tv y'all 🤧💕)

How did you first get into fandom? I think i got i more into the fandom culture in 2012 but i did take a break for like maybe 3 years bc I had no idea how the site worked or how to make friends haha. So i missed many of the iconic tumblr moments.

How long have you been engaging with fandom spaces? I remember reading animr fanfic since year six or year 7 so in 2008/2009 & I joined tumblr in 2012 as a more passive participant spam reblogging bc I had no idea how the site worked at first lol. Then I became a more active participant in the gallavich fandom in 2022 when I decided to post my first gallacrafts in feb 🥰

How often do you read fanfics? Every single day & every spare hour I can spare

Top 3 characters from your current fandom(s):

Mickey my beloved Milkovich, Ian sweetface Gallagher & Sandy darling Milkovich

Wylan Van Sunshine, Jesper hotshooter Fahey & Kazzle Dazzle Brekker

Have you ever written a fic for a fandom? if so, shout it out! Not yet, but I oh so plan to I got wips summaries coming out the wahzoo

Have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom? if so, shout it out! Yess i am so happy to have made some fanart for our lovely Macy's fanfic Your Message Has Been Received, Gallavich × Good Omens fanart for Gallacrafts & other art found in the tag #Myn's art

Share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about:

Ian gets the fucking Monica boobs tattoo fixed omfg it'll be a touching tribute to her not whatever the fuck that was. Also Mick gets Ian's name fixed too. They could do it together & then get tattoos that symbolise each other on their bods

You’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them? Ohh CLUB KISS CLUB KISS CLUB KISS

Shadow and Bone

Under carriage scene! Recognised his man by being on top of him. The muscles memory of it all 😏

And finally, what does fandom mean to you? Fandom gave me back my creative passion back. Something I thought I had lost & desperate wanted back but had no idea how, but by finding all of you beautiful, amazingly sweet & brilliant minds that came together out of the love our soft & sensitive husbands I found a safe place & a home where I can share what I create which is my love. So thank you all forever for being in my life 🥹

Also this Picrew too & this is basically my outfit for dinner just a lighter brown dress with plaid & minus the frog hat sadly 😔🐸

I'll tag these dearhearts if they wanna play @scarcrosseduntouched @andthatisnotfake @adakechi @skies-below @ lingy910y @imikhailotakeyouian @babygirlmickey @too-schoolforcool @gardenerian @creepkinginc @demontargaryen @chicanomick @suzy-queued @tomorrowillmissyou @ intotheblindinglight @lalazeewrites @tellmegoodbye @jomilky @darthvaders-wife @flamingbluepanda @crossmydna @depressedstressedlemonzest @gallavichgeek @gallavichsbitch @shameless-notashamed @callivich @sickness-health-all-that-shit @bravemikhailo @7x10mickey @sleepyfacetoughguy @suchagallabitch @iansw0rld @ deathclassic @grabmyboner @y0itsbri @grumpymickmilk

[thewarmestyellow]

To the 19-year-old Maymay

My dear one,

You are a lot of things; I remember clearly what you feel so deeply in your heart at this time of your life. I am sure that if you’re asked who you are, you will definitely say you are a lover―someone who holds dear her first love. Your heart has never felt this way, what a privilege to feel so strongly. I am writing because it's finally time. Let’s talk about him.

You have never found someone like him, I know that very well. No one was ever as wise as him. He talks about the world like he has poetry in his eyes, which you have always believed is true. He is not just a poet by paper, but a poet by heart. He is poetry's offer to the world to heal this godforsaken place. You recognize his words as your assurance that you are saved for a lifetime. If only you could fetch an endless stream of ink for his writings, you would gladly do it all your life just so his pen won't run dry because the world becomes bearable through his words. All this until his supposed pieces of love became notes of goodbye. Suddenly, all you now know is bidding farewell over and over.

He has grown as an inspiration to you and your (he)art. Almost everything you have ever created is a manifestation of your love for him. He is an artist who doesn't have the faintest idea that he beat the famous ones for being great with your heart. When you were asked when you reached your peak in art, you talked, without hesitation, about how having an artist lover could cure your heart and make you paint the most heartwarming sceneries ever. Until you both fell apart and you suddenly stopped holding your paint brushes. You've been heartbroken since.

He is someone whose eyes have the power to steer the misery inside you. How could you not fall again and again with those smiling eyes? I understand it so well. Merely looking at his photographs makes your heart collapse in joy. He knows how to make you weak and strong in the same breath. You never recognized this power elsewhere. Until you stopped seeing his eyes look at you. Suddenly, you're lonelier.

Every corner of the world is familiar with him. The world knows him. The wind sings his favorite songs; the ocean crashes every time he hurts; the trees dance when he's smiling. If it's just you, you think the world is so strange, but he makes it familiar. What can we say, he's here. Until he isn't yours anymore, and suddenly, you're now always reminded of this.

Nonetheless, you have embraced this grief for such a long time, because all you have ever known while loving him is the pain. There was grief because there was love, and you loved loving him. There were times you wanted to disappear, but you have never wanted that more than loving him. You first knew love because of him, but you also learned about loss when you both made your share of mistakes. You loved him everyday, and everyday, you were hurt.

Now, you may breathe and let out a deep sigh. After a long time, I am finally writing and holding you gently to tell you, you can now let the grief go. I embrace you from here to assure you that your heart can move forward. You are not stuck anymore, Maymay. It's a brand new day for you and your heart. I hope you take this as a new success. You can take a step now. You have me along the way.

I am proud of you for loving unconditionally, fighting relentlessly, and for enduring bravely. I am astounded with how limitless your heart is. You surprise me everyday.

Soon, I will find a gentler place for your heart and mind.

Yours,

Maymay of September 2023

[armyhome]

(Un) Perfects | Beomgyu

⇢ summary: Lilo is a complicated girl, but also is Beomgyu and the journey of both are a mess.

⇢ pairing: Lilo x Beomgyu.

⇢ a/n: hi my people, it's being a long time since lost in your love story right? well i was really trapped in this thing called adulthood, it's sucks i know, but for me is always better then anything i lived while i was a tennager, i'm working on that on therapy I promise, which is why this story came to me, I think, here you will find deep things about me, so please don't judge... too much... ok?I know we live in a plastic society today, where everyone is so perfect and lives those perfect lives, but in this story everyone is (un)perfect, like me, so I'm showing the most human that my perfectionism allowed me to be, hope you all undertand.

Chapter 1: Attention.

Chapter 2: Ditto

Beomgyu's POV

All this semester I have had a nemesis, yes a nemesis, there's no one on this planet that pisses me off more than Lilo Fisher, this girl is capable to bring out the worst in me, she thinks that knows everything, and judges everyone from the high pedestal she put herself on because she is so spoiled. 

"You should take a picture if you gonna stare her that much…" Hueningkai says giving my test, I blushed like I was found doing something wrong.

"And congrats to Miss Fisher, you had first place in the class," Lilo smiled at the paper in front of her, and then look directly at me, I hate her so much when she gives me that full-of-teeth smile. 

"Thank you, professor" Hueningkai sits next to her "Should we go celebrate lunching with Soobin oppa?" She asks him, 

"Oh, so you're not running to Sunday guy?" Hueningkai messes with her hair, and Lilo seems shy for feel seconds.

"Well is not Sunday so…"

"Okay, I'll accept not to only celebrate your ego, but I also miss my boyfriend so much…" In my wildest dreams, I call Yeonjun like this. 

My boyfriend, not only my best friend, mom says it's a curse on our family, cause when she was a teenager she also fall for a boy that end up being gay, so was my turn to fall for a straight guy and we laugh together, sometimes I really don't understand how an angel like her get marry with someone like my dad.

I leave class without looking at Lilo once, afraid of Hueningkai finding me doing something wrong again, when I was in the hall I hear some girl screaming at her boyfriend.

"YOU NEVER DO ANYTHING RIGHT, HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO USELESS," she says, and then memories of my dad saying the same thing to me and my mom invaded my mind and became hard to breathe, I was far from him, living in another city with nana and my mom I try to remember myself, I was frozen, in the middle of my leaving room at my old house, my dad was breaking stuff like always, I could feel the smell of that place again.

"Hey idiot, are you okay?" I hear someone that seems really far call me, familiar but I was stuck on that memory "Listen to me, you are safe here" Dads break another thing and the voice became far I try to follow but it was hard to connect "I need you to take a deep breath, follow my voice I'm right here…" I inspire the air with all strength that I have than exile "Nice, you're doing great, the place you're stuck, has a television or a radio?" What f was that question?  I look at the leaving room, dad still screaming I see the radio right next to the sofa "Take another deep breath, can you turn it on?" I breathe one more time, was so hard but I turn the radio on so I a hear a song, a calming song in my ears.

"Stay in the middle, like you are little" slowly I was taking control of my breathing again, I open my eyes, and found Lilo's brown eyes, they were so dark, like puss in boots eyes, what heck, she took a deep breath and I follow her movements "Someone calls the emergency, they're coming to help you" She was holding the headphones on my head "Sorry if I cross the line getting this close of you, but this was something my mom used to do with me when I had a panic attack…" She step back, and I hold her hand, was too afraid to come back to that room inside my mind, if Lilo disappears maybe I get locked in that place again. So the paramedical put the oxygen mask on me and slowly I feel more connected with reality. 

"Don't need to call my mom…" I whisper.

"She's already here child," The nurse says to me while checking my heart frequency "You should be taking medicine for those you know that right?"

"I take, was just a random episode, too much stuff at the same time…moving houses, changing school…" I try to explain, so Yeonjun enters the room. 

"Are you okay Beomgyu?" He seems so worried that makes my heart flutter.

"I'm fine hyung" Yeonjun holds my hand, his touch was so rough, because of guitar training, that's for some dumb reason reminds me of Lilo holding my hand, helping me to keep calm, but her touch was soft, of course, she never works her entire life, that's why her spoiled hands were so soft. 

"My baby," mom's says looking at me "Are you hurt? A kind girl with a cute name give me this, say it that's for you" Mom give me a small bear, the size of a charming key, on his belly was writing [BREATH] "But she said she still bit you up, on school tests! I like her!" I roll my eyes, this was such a Lilo Fisher thing to do "I think she likes you so make sure that she knows you are not interested" Yeonjun laugh.

"She would never do that because she is my half-sister that hates me and Beomgyu for the occasion of being my best friend" Best friend is better than nothing Choi Beomgyu, I tell myself I hold the bear, was so soft, made for squeezy.

"I don't know if she cares about you that much Junnie, look, we hate each other, but she takes care of me the whole time" I got nothing to lose, her voice singing in my mind, dam it. I have everything to lose Lilo.

"She seems in love with someone else," His eyes became darker, oh Yeonjun, please don't fall for that spoiled girl, don't break my heart like this "Lilo helped because she is a good person you liking it or not" 

"How can you call a good person someone that says those things about your mom?" Yeonjun took a deep breath, and sigh.

"My little sis and my dad passed away, one month later she was having an affair with Henry while his wife was surviving... an sorry about my mouth aunt, mother f cancer, mom is not saint, Lilo has her reasons…" One more time he is on her side, this makes me mad, even when I know he is right.

"Okay, I need to rest, can we go home mom?" 

We stay in silence all the way home, I hold that dame bear like if I dropped I would come back to that place in my mind, why wasn't Yeonjun the one to take care of me? Why do I feel like I need to do something for her? 

The next day was Friday and I decided to spend it at home, my body's energy was drained, watching tv shows, and for so dumb reasons Saturday night I drive downtown, San Seoul was always in a party vibe, and I need have fun, I don't drink because my medicines, but I laugh with old friends, people that I don't have to hide anything of me. I dance, and kiss some boy that I don't even know the name of, but was so good to feel that someone was desiring me, and I was desiring him. 

"Come with us to the Truck party, has a lot of good music, and people that are fun Beom," The boy says, I just follow him, someone was singing in the back of a truck, which explains the party's name 

So one more time I feel like I was found doing the wrong thing, Hueninkai's eyes found me, that guy has a gay radar on him, how did he always know where to look to find me?  He smiled at me and waved, I look back to see if he wasn't talking with another person, but he walks in my direction with his boyfriend, Choi Soobin. 

"I'm so glad to see you here all health Beomgyu hyung," Hueningkai says smiling, ah, he is having empathy by the episode at school, ew "That way Lilo will shut up about being worried as a human being" He imitates her voice perfectly "And will come back to be obsessed only about that Sunday guy" Hueningkai rolls his eyes.

"Wait, Lilo is here?" I ask and Soobin nodded. 

"Yes she will be the main performance since Ariel is somewhere," He says "I don't wanna hear her complain after Lilo became a successful singer, because that boy "Soobin whistles "The way Lilo sings is almost a spiritual thing, I will buy some soda for you Kai, do you guys want something?" We denied and Soobin left. 

"I think you're so great Hueningkai" The boy hugging me says "Date a bisexual guy implies on really trust, I would be jealous even about the way he was talking about your bestie"

"Do you know Lilo?" I ask the boy in my arms, and he denies "Well she is like a diva, doesn't matter what sexuality you will feel something for her, hate or love," I sigh "And please be respectful about other people's sexuality, what you just say was so biphobic…" I explain gently"

"Oh my god, you are so boring right now, I'm leaving" No one will miss you, I wanna say but wasn't a need for any drama.

"Thank you Beomgyu" Hueningkai whispered, "I'm glad Soobin didn't hear that bull shit, he struggled enough because of people with opinions like his…" 

"Don't worry" I saw Soobing coming in our direction and trying to change the subject "So if Lilo is that great singer, why Ariel is the one always in the lead?"

"Lilo didn't sing anything before she meet this Sunday boy, was a surprise for us too" Hueningkai explains "Beside him, you're the only person she talks about, but don't say to her that I told you" 

"So Yeonjun was right she is in love with someone" The words just runway from my mouth.

"How does he know? I, Soobin, and Ariel were the only ones to know until now…" Hueningkai looks at me "And being honest if your friend even breaths closer to Lilo, she will not be kind like she was with you…" And is like my mind is completely a puzzle, the way Yeonjun talks to me, his eyes, his almost jealous, he knowing Lilo was in love with someone. I gasp, that was so cruel, even me hating Lilo, my god "Beomgyu, I don't know to do what Lilo did at school so don't freak me out and breath!"

"It's him Hueninkai" I saw Soobin losing his breath too. 

"Him what?" Soobin sighs at Hueningkai's question.

"She will be so devastated, she is so in love with him…" Soobin mumbles.

"Do you both know who is?" Hueningkai was shocked. 

"Yeonjun is Sunday guy Kai," I say at the end. 

"Hi everyone my name is Lilo, my best friend in life Ariel that is a way best singer than me couldn't make it today, but I hope you all enjoy my voice too… So let's go!" Lilo said at the top of a truck. 

Soobin was so right, hearing Lilo sing was a spiritual experience, I think it was because she canalizes all her feeling on that, and Lilo was someone with a lot of feelings, deep feelings, I wish I could protect her as she did with me, but you can't protect people for themselves. All over the internet, I was the kind that never believes what is on the internet, but maybe just this once,  I always read that gay guys have their own divas, maybe Lilo was mine. But I would never tell her that.

"Hueningkai, I think we must do something I will try to talk with Yeonjun tomorrow, see if everything that I'm thinking is thruth, can you distract Lilo for feel hours?" Hueninkai looks at Soobin, that seems positive about my idea.

"Yes, but you unless has a plan?" I sigh.

"First I will check if Sunday guy is really Yeonjun, then if was relly him, I call you, and you call her saying is an emergency"  Hueningkai thinks for while.

"Okay, I can do that, and I know is your best friend, but if he is doing that, he is a idiot" 

"I love my Lilo, but she dosen't have the best personality eider, maybe they both just going throught a lot" Soobin coments.

"Yes, I prefer think that way too" I say thinking about everything Yeonjun survived this years. 

"Sorry if I'm being too nousing…" Soobin starts "But he knows about your feeling for him?" So I felt my face burn, and Hueningkai quickly says.

"You don't have to answer, this is not his busness" I never said out loud my feeling for Yeonjun but would be good.

"He dosen't, and I preferer keep that way" And was like taking out something heavy from may shoulders "Only my mom and my grandma knows I'm gay" 

"Untill minutes before I could swer you were bisexual by the way you were looking at Lilo" Soobin comments, and Hueningkai slaps softly his arms.

"You think everyone is bisexual! Dosen't even need a reason!" Hueningkai accuses his boyfriend. 

"I need stand for my people! You know how much we and the other with a no binary sexuality suffers in this comunity? We're call perves, confusing, etc. We need stay together!" I laugh because of the voice tone Soobins was using, was so great have an comfortable conversation with close age friends.

"Well I have being gay since I was born, almost fifiteen year…" Soobin smiles. "The same way people discover they're bisexual after a lot heterosexual relationships, some people discover on the otherwise… Sexuality can be fluid as a river." Hueningkai roll his eyes.

"Can you please respect Beomgyus sexuality? He stands for you just an hour ago, don't make him regreat" Soobin expression change, and I smile at him.

"Sorry, I don't mean being pushing or anything"

"I don't mind, is really great to have friends to talk about those things!" So they both hug me, this makes me frooze in surprise.

"We got your back" They say together.

Chapter 3: Hype Boy

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Lila’s Karen Moment

This is a story that I’ve been kicking around for a while, thinking of Lila having a moment where she’s in a bad mood and takes her anger out on someone, not knowing that the person is closely connected to her classmates. And... I just love writing “Lila gets exposed” stories. Warm-Fuzzies and please enjoy!!

Most of the class knew about Max’s cousin, Nick. They had been raised in the same apartment building and absolutely adored each other. Although Nick was a couple years older, he had been diagnosed with autism when he was four years old. Which wasn’t to say he was slow, just a little different. Mostly, Nick was shy and wouldn’t talk to people he wasn’t familiar with. He had a hard time looking people in the eye and didn’t understand social cues.

Still, the class, at least those who had grown up around him, knew just how sweet and caring he was; and how open he could be with people he knew. Kim and Alix would include him in their races, knowing how much fun he had running with them. Nathaniel would do drawings of Nick as a superhero, saving the day and protecting Max, which always put a smile on his face. Nino had a playlist with a bunch of show tunes, Nick was a big fan of Phantom of the Opera and Fiddler on the Roof. Marinette taught him how to do paper folding when they were younger, and he soon became better at it than she was. Even Chloe had a soft spot for Nick after he had bashfully given her a rose made of gold paper and said she was a ‘pretty princess’.

But none of the class cared as much as Max. He would go over to his cousin’s apartment every day in the morning to make sure he got up. Tell him stories about the class and show Nick pictures. Heck, one of the reasons he had invented Markov was to create someone to be a companion for Nick, so he would never be alone. Nick had a tendency to wander off when he was bored or saw something interesting. The few times Max, his mom, or Nick’s parents had lost sight of him; they had gone into total panic attacks. Only for Nick to find his way back to them a few hours later. If Nick had a little companion robot like Markov, it would be a lot safer for him.

So, when Max's aunt asked him if he could have an activity day with Nick, he was all for it. When he told the class, they decided to have a picnic for Nick. They had all been busy lately, it had been a while since they last saw him.

It was a beautiful day at the park. Nino had a full playlist ready to go, along with new songs from Hamilton and Six, he had a feeling Nick would like Haus of Holbein. Marinette had brought all his favorite pastries and a couple new ones he might like, making sure they were organized by size. Even Chloe had come, having Sabrina bring a ream of multicolored paper, perfect for folding. 

As soon as Max, Nick, and Markov arrived, there were good vibes all around. Kim and Alix raced laps with him around the fountain until Kim tripped and fell into the water; big smile from Nick. When No Way played, Nick had Nino put it on repeat over and over until everyone was singing it. When Rose and Juleka got there, they had been running late; Nick came behind the goth and started braiding her hair. He loved touching her hair and had done this many times before. Rose would always watch carefully and would gently tell him if he pulled too much.

Nick was in the middle of creating an entire boutique of paper flowers when the akuma alert went off. Alarms were always too much for Nick and before anyone could stop him, he had covered his ears and ran down the sidewalk. Markov followed as best as his little propeller would let him, but fell behind. 

Even as the swarm of magical ladybugs swept across the sky a few minutes later, signaling the end of the attack, Nick didn't slow down. He only stopped after he ran head first into a familiar girl wearing twin ponytails and an orange blazer. Both teenagers fell to the ground with Nick cowering and quietly apologizing, while Lila glared at the boy. Markov, to his credit, recognized her expression as hostile and began recording in case something happened. And boy, did it.

"You stupid, clumsy retard! What the hell are you doing?" Lila screamed as she stood over the cowering boy. 

"I… I-"

*smack*

Nick curled into a ball on the ground, scared and in pain from the unexpected strike. 

"Shut up, you don't get to talk. Retards like you aren't allowed to talk. How did you even get out of your ward? Things like you should be locked up since your parents weren't smart enough to drop you off a cliff." 

*smack*

Another cry and Lila kicked him out of the way with her boot, grumbling as she walked off that her outfit got dirty and scuffed. Not once did she bother to look up and see Markov hovering above them. The little robot stopped recording and floated down to comfort Nick while sending their coordinates to Max. 

Ten minutes later, the class and Max were gently leading his cousin back to the park. He was shocked and angry to see the bruises and nail marks on Nick's cheek. The marks meant that they weren't the result of the akuma attack. Those would have been healed by the miraculous cure. This would have been done by someone else after the initial attack. Marinette had rushed home to grab a medical kit while the others did their best to cheer Nick up. It wasn’t until Marinette got back that Markov was able to get everyone's attention.

"Max, I was able to record the interaction that resulted in your cousin’s injuries. Including the identity of his attacker. Would you like to see it?"

After Nick was properly distracted by Marinette and Nathaniel showing him a new paper folding technique, and moving a small distance so he wouldn't hear, Markov played it. The class looked on in absolute shock and disgust as they watched their "friend" verbally and physically attack one of the kindest, sweetest people they knew. 

After watching it a second time, to convince themselves that it really was Lila, they went ballistic! Nino was on the phone with Alya, telling her what he'd just seen. Max was angry-dialing his aunt and mother to tell them what happened, Markov had already forwarded the video to his email to send to the adults. Rose and Juleka displayed a surprising amount of strength as they kept Kim and Alix from hunting Lila down themselves. Sabrina had called her father to report the assault. Chloe was also on the phone with her father, demanding that he have the Rossi family kicked out of Paris immediately. 

~oOo~

Lila was beyond annoyed by the time she stomped into her family's apartment. First, her akumatization failed and she was turned back to normal after just a few minutes. That mangy cat even had the audacity to compare her to the fanatic bird guy. Then she got knocked down by some pathetic boy who couldn't even apologize right. She was so angry that she ended up slapping him a couple times before kicking him out of the way. And, just her luck, her phone got damaged from the fall.

When she got home, she barely made the effort to wave at her mom in the kitchen before going to her room. After changing into a new outfit, Lila took a few minutes to think up a good story as to how her phone was damaged and reasons why she needed the newest model to replace it. When she heard her mom talking to someone, she figured she was talking to her father over Zoom. He was back at his school in Italy. Maybe she could convince him to side with her for a new phone. 

However, she was met by two police officers that greeted her by name. Lila didn't get the chance to say anything before the men were arresting her for assault. Her cries went to deaf ears as she was taken away with her mother following them to the station. Even there, she had no chance to spin her lies as her mother and lawyer kept telling her to shut up. The only times they demanded she speak were to questions she didn't want to answer. 

Why did you hit a stranger who accidentally knocked you down? 

Silence.

You were akumatized? How could you not tell me? 

Silence.

How are you already back to normal? You told me how those useless, fake heroes take weeks to defeat a single akuma. 

Not so silent. 

It was the police that indignantly corrected Greta Rossi that time. For a few minutes they were going back and forth while Lila stewed between the four angry adults. She really wished that an akuma would come to her, but none came. Unknown to her; Ladybug, Chat Noir, Rena Rouge, Carapace, and Pegasus were all camped out on the surrounding buildings to keep that from happening. They'd already spotted and caught three butterflies. 

Eventually, Lila was released into the custody of her mother, but was warned that they should expect to be contacted with a court date very soon. The entire way home, Greta was yelling and berating her daughter for not only physically and verbally attacking someone who accidentally bumped into her, but lying about the akuma situation. She already planned on personally escorting Lila to school on Monday to have an in depth discussion with her teacher and principal. Lila pleaded with her mother to just listen to her, but Greta wasn't about to fall for any more of her daughter's lies.

~oOo~

Monday turned out to be even worse for Lila with all her diseases and attendance issues coming out during the meeting at school. As well as the incident with Marinette. She tried to cry and tell her side of the story; but her mother, the principal, or Marinette would contradict her with facts. This left more lies exposed, giving her another six months of being grounded without an allowance, and the possibility of an expulsion from school. 

Marinette was soon excused back to class. Lila was formally suspended for three weeks, would have to finish the school year with her class, and then repeat the academic year. If she wasn't expelled, that is. Lila was in tears as she pleaded with the two adults, begging them to just give her detention and summer school instead of holding her back a year. It didn't work. 

Eventually, Lila was sent out of the room and left sulking in the hallway. It was just her luck that Max, Nathaniel, and Kim were going to the library to work on a research paper. The three boys scowled at her, she didn't bother to hide her glare today. When they stopped close to her, she sneered harder. 

"What do you freaks want?" She snapped. 

*SMACK*

Lila cradled her reddening cheek in shock. The other two boys were just as surprised as they stared at Max as he casually adjusted his glasses.  "I would like to state that under normal circumstances, I would never strike another person. I prefer to fight my battles with intelligence and wit rather than my fists." Then his lens glinted, giving him a menacing look. "But then you attacked my cousin. You hit him, called him disgusting names, and then kicked him out of the way like garbage."

Lila sputtered in shock for a moment before snarling at the boy. "Like that even matters. I'll get you expelled for hitting-"

"I can guarantee you that I will never face any consequences for what I just did." Max said, walking forward as he spoke and forcing Lila to back into the wall. "You have already been exposed as a liar, so no one will believe you. The cameras for this hallway are currently malfunctioning. I have no record of violence, ever. And I have witnesses that will support that I never laid a finger on you. If you tried to tell anyone, there's a 99.874% chance that they would say you're lying."

Kim shrugged as he looked at the two of them. "I didn't see anything."

Nathaniel looked surprisingly smug as he said, "I bet she made it up as a way to get back at the family that's suing her. Even the mark on her face, I bet she did it to herself. And it's not the first time she faked an injury to get someone in trouble."

Leaning even closer, and despite being several centimeters shorter than her, Lila felt very belittled by the boy. Since when was Max this intimidating?

"Consider this your first, last, and only warning. If you ever try to hurt my family or friends again, I will ruin you. You don't need to answer me now, I'll be watching."

Then, the three of them walked away, like they hadn't just threatened her! Like she was nothing to them! Just like… like she'd done to Marinette. Gritting her teeth, Lila wanted nothing more than to go after those boys and destroy them!

In the span of a single weekend, Max had been able to record her without her knowledge. Got her arrested for assault. Fired from Gabriel since the brand couldn’t be associated with someone who beat an autistic boy. Suspended from school, likely expelled. And most of her lies were exposed to her mother. Still, she wasn't about to let some nerd with no fashion sense get the best of her!

Lila was trying to decide the best way to get her revenge when her mother came stomping out of the principal's office. Cursing at her in rapid Italian the entire time, Greta dragged Lila out of the school. All the way home she tried to tell her mother about Max slapping her just outside the office and how they tormented her, saying that no one would believe her. 

"Will you stop, already?" Greta screamed at her daughter, catching Lila by surprise. "What makes you think, after everything you've done, that I would believe anything you say?"

"But-"

"No, I am done listening to your lies. Even if some stranger came up to me and said you stole their soul from them, I would believe that person over you."

"I'm not lying! Look! Max left a mark where he slapped me!" She screamed back, pointing at the slightly red cheek.

"After what Marinette told me, it wouldn't surprise me if you did it to yourself as a way to try and get out of trouble."

"But, Mom!"

"I don't want to hear it!"

Lila couldn't believe it, the one time she was telling the truth and her own mother didn't believe her… just like Max said. After arriving back at their apartment, Lila was put on house arrest. She would be forced to study under a very strict tutor until the suspension and trial were finished. After that, she would be sent back to Italy where she would be attending the naval military school where her father, Ciro Rossi, was the vice principal. And no amount of begging, pleading, or tears would change Greta's mind.

Bonus:

Once Max, Kim, and Nathaniel were out of sight, the smallest boy nearly collapsed to his knees in shock. He couldn't believe he just did that. He actually hit and threatened someone! Kim was patting his shoulder, assuring him that he'd been very intimidating. Nathaniel looked just as surprised by what he'd done, but far more accepting. 

"Do you think she bought it?" Max asked, a slight tremor in his voice.

"I would have, you were really believable," nodded the red head.

"Yeah, you were scary, man. I'm so proud of you." Kim noogied his head. 

Pushing the larger boy off of him, he gave Kim a smile before they went back to their project. He didn't like how he acted, even towards a terrible human being like Lila Rossi. But for Nick, he'd do it again.

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My Dearest Eddie Munson (With Love, Eddie Munson p.2) Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Summary - It's been three weeks since Eddie deposited a letter in the mail detailing all his emotions, when a very familiar run down car pulls up in front of his trailer

Pairing - Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Word Count - 3.4k

Warnings - Me being sappy for three thousand words

A/N - Was not expecting to do a second part, but it kinda just flowed when I started writing it so I hope you guys enjoy!! Make sure you read the first part to this first!! Not beta read

Part 1 - With Love, Eddie Munson | Taglist

Eddie's stomach had been a pit of anxiety ever since he posted that letter. That stupid letter that he wrote one night when all the emotions just became too much.

That letter he had contemplated posting for weeks because let's be honest, it was an insane thing to do. But he posted it anyway. He could lie and pretend he didn't know why he posted it.

But he knew why, some part of him wanted her to know. Needed her to know. Thought she deserved to know how he felt.

The thought of that letter slowly making its way to her by mail racked his brain for weeks.

Did it get lost in the mail? Would she even bother to open it? If she opened it, did she read it? Did she hate him now? Had she already found someone new? Is that why she had avoided him over Christmas?

That last thought was the worst, because it was the one he was the most terrified of being true. He was terrified she had managed to get out of Hawkins and decided to forget everything in this dull little town.

Including him.

A million thoughts raced through his mind every single day and he struggled on focusing on anything but that stupid letter and the situation he had gotten himself into.

But ever since dropping that tiny letter containing all his big complicated feelings into the post box, he felt lighter. He had been able to admit something that he had kept to himself for so long.

Now all that was left was just to wait. And to hope.

Hope wasn't something Eddie was particularly good at, or patience for that matter. He also wasn't used to the post system and had no clue when that letter would arrive at her doorstep.

After three days had passed Eddie found the red shoebox he had hidden beneath his bed with all the pictures of her and songs he had written to her but never sung.

But he couldn't bring himself to open it and look through the papers inside of it. Instead he shoved it back into its usual hiding spot, left to gather dust once more.

A week passed, and still nothing. He found himself waking up early just to check the mailbox, and rushing home after school. Each time hopeful and each time left with this gnawing feeling that he couldn't shake for hours afterwards.

Then another week passed and by this point Eddie was ready to lose his mind. His day to day life had become a blurr, filled with worried thoughts and anxiety clouding everything else. 

And he couldn't find the motivation to care about anything in his life anymore. Music never flowed the way he wanted it to, campaigns never panned out just right. Eddie simply became numb to all of it.

Eddie kicked himself mentally, a letter? He had written her a letter? He couldn't be bothered to have picked up the phone and called her? Or if he loved her as much as he claimed, why hadn't he bothered to drive the four hours that separated them.

It was Wednesday evening, three weeks to the day he had posted the letter. Rain was hammering against the roof of the trailer he shared with his uncle. 

The season had turned from winter into spring. All the snow was gone from the ground and the usual carpet of spring flowers that decorated Hawkins had just started to return.

Eddie was splayed out on his bed, music playing quietly in the background as he stared at the book in front of him. His eyes wandered the lines upon lines of words, simply glancing over them not being bothered to take any of it in.

Each sentence he read immediately disappeared from his mind when he moved onto the next one. His fingers ran over the old yellowed pages, the spine was cracked, a sign it had been read many times over.

She had been the one to give him this book, years ago. She claimed he would love it, and he did. But he could never give her the satisfaction of telling her that she had found him his favourite book.

The thought stung in his chest. He should have told her. There were so many things he should have told her.

The rain and wind outside was still raging on, loud enough that he didn't hear the car pulling up on the gravel road outside. And he didn't hear the knocking against the trailer door, the sound completely drowned out by the rain.

But he heard her voice.

"Eddie?" Her voice called out and he immediately picked up on it. Leaping to his feet and tearing the door up. Half expecting it to have been a trick his mind had played on him.

But no, she was there. She was a mess, she looked like she had been crying. Wearing a pair of pyjama pants and a college branded T-shirt. Her hair was everywhere, chaotic and knotted. But she was just as beautiful as he remembered her. And she was there.

She was just there, standing there in the small living room of his trailer. Clothes and hair wet from the rain outside. A part of him didn't believe she was actually there. He was convinced he had fallen asleep reading and this was all just a dream.

Eddie could spot her tiny car parked along the side of the road.

For a second they simply both stood there looking at each other. Face to face for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Neither of them not sure what to do next.

The moment felt so delicate and fleeting that with one mistake, just the tiniest misshap. It would all go away and they would be left alone once more.

Eddie's eyes met hers and refused to let go, they were tinted slightly red and puffy, but they were still the same eyes he had looked into on so many different occasions. But never an occasion like this.

"I got your letter." She finally said and it snapped them both out of their trance. The pieces of paper he had written her all those weeks ago were now held firmly in her grip, slightly warped from the rain. 

"You got my letter." Eddie echoed quietly, nodding slowly as he tried to all process the thoughts racing through his mind. "Do- do you want to come in?" He realised she was still standing in the doorway

"You wrote me a letter." Eddie couldn't tell what her tone was, she sounded touched but also like she could start crying any second. "And I shouldn't have- I'm sorry."

"And it's clear you've moved on. I shouldn't have sent it." It was at that moment, that Eddie Munson's heart broke for the very first time. "I'm sorry."

She could hear his voice starting to crack, the slight quiver in it as his eyes started to water ever so slightly. She had only seen him cry twice before.

Each time he did she felt something shatter inside of her. And she was standing there realising that for the very first time she was the reason he was crying.

"I never should have even written that stupid letter in the first place, and I don't know why I sent it, I shouldn't have and I know that and it's ok if you hate me now."

Eddie bit the inside of his cheek, realising he had been rambling on and wasn't sure what he was even saying anymore.

They both stood there, in the small living room of his trailer. 

"You could have just called." She finally said, breaking the silence between them. Tears were pressing against the back of her eyes as she spoke. "Would have saved the money on stamps."

She didn't know why she was crying, the emotions spilled over and she couldn't contain them anymore. She had been driving for the past four hours, thoughts racing through her mind the whole way there.

She felt Eddie's arms wrap around her, pushing her up against his chest as she cried. And he simply held her like that while they both cried. The smell of his shirt, his coconut shampoo, the feel of his arms around her.

It was all such a familiar comfort she had forgotten. In the moment it only made her cry harder.

When he finally pulled away just enough to look at her both of their cheeks were tear stained, but neither of them bothered to dry their tears. 

At some point one of Eddie's hands had found its way into her hair and his shirt was stained with her tears, but he didn't care.

"Why are you crying?" She croaked out, her voice was raspy from crying. "I don't know." He laughed as he looked at her. "Why are you crying?"

"I don't know." Their eyes met for a brief moment before they both burst out laughing, standing there wrapped in each other's arms. Eyes stained red from their shared tears.

"Did you drive here just to see me?" Eddie asked the question that had been gnawing at the back of his mind. Given their current state he could probably guess the answer, but he wanted to hear it from her lips.

"Yeah..." Her voice was soft, hushed as she spoke. "How could I not?"

"You know you know you could have just called." Eddie repeated her words from earlier. "Would have saved you money on gas."

"I don't care." She whispered and rested her head against his shoulder again. "I had to see you." The words made Eddie's heart leap in his chest.

"I got your letter and I just-" Her voice started breaking again and tears welled up in her eyes. "Shhh it's ok, you don't have to say anything."

"It was all a blur, and then I was in my car driving and I just couldn't make myself turn around." Eddie's hand was running over her hair, gently trying to soothe her, which was difficult given he still had tears in his eyes. "And then I was here."

Eddie didn't respond, and he didn't need to. At that moment she simply needed for him to hold her. She was scared if he didn't she would fall apart.

"I wrote you a letter." She mumbled directly into his shoulder. "What was that?" Eddie's eyes had slid shut and he was just enjoying the feeling of her in his arms.

"I wrote you a letter." She repeated and looked up at him from where she was standing. "After I read yours-" She trailed off as his eyes met hers again. “You wrote me a letter?”

“Can I read it to you?” Hre voice was so quiet Eddie could barely make out what she was saying. It was almost as if she was terrified he was going to say no, even after everything he had revealed to her. “Yeah, yeah of course you can.” Eddie guided them both over to the small run down couch that stood pushed up against the wall. He draped one of the stray blankets over her shoulders and finally noticed that accompanying his own letter were pieces of paper decorated with her handwriting.

Eddie took the seat opposite to her, immediately overcome by old familiar habits he laid down, his head in her lap like he had so many times before. And his eyes slid shut as she started reading the letter.

My dearest Eddie Munson

You're right, I wasn't expecting to receive a letter from you after all this time

I remember that spot and I miss spending my days out there with you. And you're right again, it did feel so distant to Hawkins we might as well have been anywhere in the world.

But I don't remember the exact first time you brought me out there. However I do remember the time we built a bonfire and grilled hot dogs, we ended up falling asleep in the back of your car.

It was after that we started keeping a couple of blankets and pillows back there because our backs were aching for days afterwards.

It's good to know you miss my DJing in the car, I believe I lived up to my shotgun role of being soundtrack master. Out here you can't see the stars, at least not as clearly as back home.

Light pollution makes it difficult to accurately see them. I miss the Hawkins night sky. I do find myself wondering now and then if we might be looking at the same constellations and if you remember anything I told  you that night.

Now that night I do remember, you were so bad at spotting the stars, it's almost like you wanted me to hold your hand to show you. I suppose you did, considering the rest of your letter.

Not that I minded, I wanted to hold your hand. And you were sitting so close I couldn't help but think that if I just leaned in a couple of inches I would kiss you. I still wonder what it would be like to kiss you from time to time. I guess you'd taste like cigarettes.

It's good to know Hellfire still exists without me. I tried joining a new group here, but it's not right without you doing all the voices. I really miss all the voices you used to do.

If I focus really hard I can still hear your voice. I can imagine you sitting next to me reading me your letter.

Put those freshies through hell, they deserve a proper induction into Hellfire.

I hope you know I regret not reaching out, only leaving you with my new address and nothing else. My entire life was in that car that day, except for you. I should have made room for you in there.

Life here is so different to Hawkins, it's bright and busy and loud. It's the polar opposite to it, yet I still feel that pang of bittersweetness when I think back to Hawkins. I can't pretend some part of me doesn't miss it.

Because I do. I miss that stupid daft little town we both grew up in. I miss the stillness of life back home. But I also miss the person who always kept disturbing tha peace with whatever new adventure he had concocted in his mind.

After I moved, there was something that wasn't just right.

I guess for you it was obvious I wasn't there anymore. There was a me-shaped hole left in Hawkins. Whereas I was in a new city, a new place I had never explored before. There was never a carved out space for you and I. I had no clue about anything out here, and I missed the stability I had.

And I suppose you were the one that created that, I just didn't realise it.

I tried to fill my new life with adventures and hobbies, I poured myself into my studies and classes. But it didn't matter. There was still that pit in my stomach where it felt as if something was just wrong.

I miss it, I miss everything. I miss our theatre rehearsals together, I miss our Friday night Hellfire sessions, I miss sitting in a booth at Joanes until the early hours of the morning because it's the only place open late enough.

But more than that, I miss the person I did all of that with. You say you wish I missed you the way you miss me. But what you don't realise is that I don't miss you, I need you. I need to have you in my life again.

And I was an asshole over Christmas. You hadn't contacted me. I was too scared that you would resent me for leaving Hawkins, for leaving you stuck alone in this little town without me.

I couldn't stand the thought that you hated me, so I tried avoiding it. I tried avoiding you.

I packed away the pictures of us I had hanging in my dorm room. Shoved them into the back of my closet. Because maybe if I forgot you existed, then maybe this feeling would go away.

I went to parties, I got drunk, and I kissed strangers in fleeting moments soon to be forgotten. I even dated someone.

You're not the only one who didn't write. It's not like I didn't have your address. I still have it memorised, you know.

And of course I remember. I remember almost every single day we spent together. Every class, every inside joke we used to share, our drives to and from school. How am I supposed to forget someone who will forever have a piece of my heart? That isn’t something you can just do.

I loved cutting your hair, it gave me an excuse to look at you for a couple of hours. To touch and play with your hair. Your hair always smells like coconut, I can't smell coconut anymore without thinking about you.

Or the smell of cigarettes. Shared cigarettes as we sat on the porch during late spring evenings, passing it back and forth as we simply just enjoyed each other's company.

You know, I really wished you would have asked me to prom. I think you would have looked good in a suit. And we would have spent the night dancing to cheesy songs in a badly decorated crowded gym. And it would be the best night ever, because I would be there with you.

Hawkins is my hometown, where my family lives, in my childhood house. But you Eddie Munson, you're home. My home. Wherever you are, that is where home is, that is where I belong.

I’m sorry about the tear stained paper, your words seem to have affected me more than I realised. And I know I'm rambling, but in all fairness you started it.

I don't think you know how long I've waited to hear you say those words. And I suppose I still haven't heard them, but I read them in your voice.

Though I wish you would say them to me in person, I think hearing them from your lips would be totally different. Preferably sitting close to me in the back of your van or wherever. Just sitting close enough that maybe this time I’ll be brave enough to lean in and kiss you.

So my dearest Eddie Munson, my partner in crime, my best friend. Where do we stand now? Where do we go from here? How can I-

She stopped reading and looked over at him. His eyes were slid shut, completely focused on taking in the words she was reading him. Desperate to hang onto everything she said.

"Why'd you stop?" Eddie moved to sit up across from her, his hand resting on her knee. Desperate to be touching her in any way. He still wasn't convinced that this wasn't all a dream.

"That's when I got in the car." She whispered back to him. "I realised I had to see you, so I just stopped writing." She was sitting close enough that he could feel her breath on his skin, it sent a chill down his spine.

"So you can read in my voice?" Eddie laughed quietly and she nodded slowly in response. "I still want to hear you say it though."

"I love you." And just like that he had said it, sitting in the quiet little living room of his trailer, on the run down couch, Eddie Munson finally proclaimed his love for her. To her. And she finally got to do what she had been regretting not doing for so long, she leaned in and closed the small space between them and she kissed him.

Eddie felt as if the air got knocked out of his lungs as she did. Her lips captured him and drew him in further. She could feel the slight stubble of his chin against her skin as he returned the kiss. Desperate for each other they kissed until they both had to pull away and gasp for air.

"Fuck how I wish you would have kissed me that night." Eddie whispered to her, his voice sounded breathless and she could see his lips were a little bit swollen.

"I was scared you wouldn't return it." she admitted quietly, her hand easily finding his under the mess of the blankets and interlocking their fingers together.

“I would have been stupid not to.”

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The kindest of sounds.

Please listen to this while reading:ON REPEAT

https://open.spotify.com/track/3Dgmyz32dxvtxvUTPS0CUI?si=cr2Bf3ouQ_KqinBREqullQ

Warnings: fluff. Kissing.. ig? Oh and some NSFW (;

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Here you are, staring at the damn piano again. The desire to play again always sits in the back of your head, itching for you to go and press the key just to hear the sound.

But, you never dared. Not wanting to maybe ruin it, but right now it seemed almost unbearable.

Growing up you had loved to play, you played everyday to express how you felt on the inside. Every key was another note freeing from your heart.

That all changed when your father decided to sell you to Lady Dimitrescu for coin. You were terrified when you first arrived, you were simply a women meant to be turned into wine. Then the lady herself changed her mind, making you a maid with the excuse of “we need more maids, now that I recall.”

At that time you believe her. You had to, what other choice DID you have. But looking back now you knew it was a lie, still a mystery as to why she changed her mind.

But after a year, you begin noticing a shadow always being near you whenever you cleaned. To large to be you, and to big to be another maid. You noticed, the scent of perfume in the air always. Sometimes stronger than most but still, it was always there. Always.

Then you noticed that Lady Dimitrescu would tell the head maid to assign you to clean rooms that were near wherever she was. If she was in the library you were in that hallway cleaning, if she was in the dining room you were cleaning that dining room.

Not noticing the way she would stare at you with curiosity but of course she kept a cold look on her face. Never showing any emotion.

She was the mistress of the house, she could not show such “weakness” especially around her staff.

She would sometimes ask you what else you have to do, or point out something you missed to clean.

Simple. Professional, always. Never did her voice or eyes give the idea of her interest in you. But the more time went by those questions would turn into “how are you today.” Or “If you’re tired you may take a break.”

Sometimes she would smile, while sipping her wine. Soon it became a routine, you would clean and she would watch and do whatever she was doing.

That went on for three or so months, Until the head maid called you to dining room that day and told you that you were from now on assigned as Lady Dimitrescu personal handmaiden.

You were scared of messing up, but.. you were more scared to disappoint your mistress. Oddly enough,

You two seemed to move well with eachother. She would wake up and you would walk in with her daily coffee (which of course had blood in it) with fresh clothes set out for her before exiting the room. Waiting outside,

Then she would walk out and head towards the library where she tends to do paperwork for most hours of the day. Depends on what day it is.

You would stand a few feet behind her and watch, the way her fingers would glide across the paper before dipping her quill in ink with the most perfect handwriting you’ve ever seen.

Afterwords she would head down to the dining room where you would of course set the table, supply the meals for her and her daughters (sometimes) and wait to refill her cup.

Then she would retire to her room to sleep, and this went on for awhile. Never did she say anything or of course give anything away.

You noticed though that when you handed her something her hand would touch yours much to long for it to be a accident.

Or the occasional “Thank you.”

Sometimes if she was in a good mood, she would smile and say “thank you darling.” It scared you how it sped up your heart , butterflies going off in your stomach.

It was just a simple nickname, darling. So innocent yet so intimate. The more you served her the more she trusted you. The more she trusted you , the more she showed you.

After months of this back and forth game it seemed. Her being kind to you, then cold.

You doing your job while feeling her stare, or her working and you staring at her.

It was like you two were dancing but not together, but around eachother.

Seeing who gives in first, with her getting more comfortable with you she talked to you more,

“Sit and have a drink with me.”

“How did you sleep?”

But your favorite was.

“You should smile more around me, I’m not going to hurt you dearest. I do find your smile the utmost comforting.”

You swear she heard the way your heart would race whenever she said that, because her smile would turn into a mischievous smirk. Just slightly.

Soon that smile appeared almost every time she made eye contact with you , soon those “accidental” hand brushes were now on purpose. Her staring down at you whenever you were infront of her smiling.

Sometimes she would put her hand on top of you head and pet you. As if rewarding you, and god did you love it.

And then.. everything changed, the way you stared at her changed. The way you thought her changed.. you realize that you had grown feelings over the time with her.

You tried hiding it, you had to! You didn’t know how your lady would react. She would surely send you back to be a random maid.

And.. you couldn’t bear it. So you tried hiding your blush whenever she looked your way, or the way your body shivered in delight whenever she touched you.

You hoped your theory that she could hear you heart beat was just a theory, because you couldn’t hide the way your heart skipped a beat or sped up around her.

You hoped she wouldn’t notice the change, the way you would shy away from her touch.

Yet. This is Lady Dimitrescu, the most observant women you’ve ever met.

She knew. But you didn’t know that part. Yet.

Walking into your ladies bedroom you were shocked to see her already out of bed and sitting at her desk staring out the window. The sun hitting her face , showing every wrinkle, every pore. Fully exposing her but.. she was gorgeous, you couldn’t even take your eyes off her. She was.. breath-taking. While staring at her you didn’t notice she had turned her head at the sound of her door opening and was staring back at you.

Embarrassed to have been caught you duck your head trying to hide the blush that was on your cheeks.

You heard her get up off her chair, heels clicking off the ground. You hear her come closer and closer to you, feeling hand grabbing your chin and lift you up , there she was. Your lady bent down to make direct eye contact with you, her face was so so close! You could feel her breath on your lips. Her eyes staring so deeply into yours, the golden glow was beautiful. Her hat resting on her head making a shadow , seemingly intimidating but not to you of course.

you just found it attractive, as you did with almost everything about her.

She stares at you , smiling.

“Darling... why do you hide this face from me. You know I dislike you hiding from me.” Lady Dimitrescu spoke softly to you, but her tone still stern.

You stare up at her opening and closing your mouth not knowing what to say.. what do you say?

“I’m sorry m’lady it won’t happen again..” you whisper out , to nervous to even move.

Her hand on your chin moved to your cheek rubbing a thumb up and down. You try so hard not to lean into it, and it seemed as though she noticed.

Of course she did.

chuckling , her thumb went towards your lip. Grazing it, her eyes leaving yours to stare at your lips.

“You think I don’t notice the way you look at me ?” Lady Dimitrescu said to you, at that moment you felt your heart stop. Scared, nervous, worried. Everything in your head told you to run for it, but the grip on your chin tightened and a hand was soon wrapping around your waist, not a second later you were lifted up now at eye level with the woman.

Letting out a loud gasp you wrap your arms around her neck in fear of falling.

Staring deep into her eyes , yet again she speaks.

“I noticed the way you looked at me so long ago, but.. I’m the utmost surprised you didn’t notice the way I looked at you.” She continued , shocked at what you just heard. No way.. your lady felt the same.. not a second later everything clicked, the shadow, the perfume. The smiles, the hand touches. Everything.

Alcina chuckles at the shocked look you held.

After a moment you respond , “my lady..?” Still not quite believing your ears.

Alcina sighs before pulling you close you squeak like a mouse at the closeness.

“Must I just show you?” Alcina said, before taking you by the back of your head and kissing you.

Gasping you kiss her back, running your fingers through her hair.

“Alcina..” you whispered out when you backed from a kiss, first time ever saying her name her eyes widen before looking at you fondly continuing the kiss. Backing you up into a wall and you two just stay there, kissing feeling eachother, exploring.

Alcina backs away, staring at you before chuckling taking you away from the wall and you turn to see where she’s taking you and blush wildly.

Alcina was walking you to her bed, laying you down on it she straddled you being very careful about her size leaning down to kiss you again.

Alcina kisses your lips to your cheeks to your right ear,

“Let me show you how I feel about you..”

Then again.. everything changed, but this time. For the better.

That was about 7 months ago. Your relationship was rocky at first, because of the fact she didn’t know how to be compassionate with a human. But she tried, and that’s all you could ask for.

You told her a lot about yourself. But never about the piano, you look around to make sure no one was near before almost sprinting to the piano.

Sitting down you felt a familiar feeling. As if you were right back at home, away from your father, away from the responsibilities of your drunken father.

You felt peaceful. More than you usually do, like the piano was calling you for awhile. To return home.

With a slightly shaky hand you touch the keys..

You began playing the same song you always did,

The song starts here <—-

Fingers go against the keys fast, like you never took a break. You closed your eyes and just enjoyed the sound, the sound that made you feel so free,

You thought of everything that’s ever made you happy,

Your favorite meal, your favorite animal,

Alcina. The love of your life the women who forced her way into your heart without even trying.

You begin to feel the meaning of the song shift in your heart, and you began playing it as if she was right infront of you.

Eyes still closed you just listened and played letting your heart play the piano.

Alcina had been sitting in the library for about an hour waiting.

Waiting for her lover to walk through that door so she can pick you up and put you on her lap, as she always does.

But you weren’t showing up , annoyed she gets up out of her chair and walks out the door after bending down.

Walking down the halls of her home she hears the piano from the ball room playing, something she hasn’t ever heard be played. Just simply being there for decorating or because she felt like learning. She didn’t remember,

Walking towards the ball room she opened the door quietly as she could to take a peek of who was playing this beautiful melody.

To her wildest surprise it was you.

Alcina eyes widen as she stares at you, your eyes are closed like nothing else existed but the smile you had made Alcina smile herself, she feels herself fall for her little pet more and more everyday.

Walking over to you quietly she stood behind you, staring down at you as you play.

And just watched. You never noticed her and just kept playing, Alcina wanted so badly to run her fingers through your hair and kiss you. Rather she decided to watch this play out.

Soon the song came to an end. You sigh happily and lean back but feel a body right behind you jumping you turn around and go pale when you see Alcina staring down at you fondly, you had to look up so high that it hurt your neck because of her height.

You begin to stutter in fear you had upset her

“I’m so sorry my love I didn’t mean to-“ you were trying to say but she cut you off by placing her lips to your own after bending down.

Leaving the kiss a little to soon for your comfort,

Alcina chuckled moving a strand of hair behind your ear before taking a seat next to you turning her neck to look at you.

“My little dove.. why have you never told me that you played?” Alcina asked you, you blushed.

“I never thought it was important.” You replied to Alcina

She arches an eyebrow , leaning close to you almost a breath away from your lips staring deeply into your eyes

“Everything about you is important and I want to know all of you my dear. You simply shouldn’t hide such things from me, am I clear dove?” Alcina spoke out

You look at her fondly before cupping her cheek and kissing her, even sitting she was a lot taller than you. So she had to lean down of course.

She groans as your lips hit hers and Alcina quickly takes control of the kiss lifting you up and onto her lap where she likes you.

You wrap your arm around her neck pulling her closer,

“I won’t hide anymore from you my love, I swear it.”

You tell Alcina through the kiss,

Alcina pulls away to smile at you, before I quickly turned into a smirk that told you what was about to happen.

“Good, as it should be. But now let me show you how I play..” Alcina whispers into your ear, and grabs your hips with gentleness but roughness to let you know that she was very in the mood and you weren’t leaving that ballroom for awhile.

And well.. let’s say that piano isn’t going to have the same memory as before.

[yanderememes]

Solitary Love Chapter 6 (Yandere Giorno x female reader)

Here's the next chapter! I ran into a little writer's block again but I finally came up with something 😀

In this chapter, we're introducing Mista, Fugo, and Trish as they discuss what's been going on with Giorno. It's actually so hard to write dialogue for a trio cuz you gotta specify who's talking lol. Thankfully, Tumblr is here to save the day with their color fonts 😂

Pink - Trish

Blue - Mista

Green - Fugo

See you in the next chapter! As always, I appreciate all of your support ❤️

“Cancel all my appointments tomorrow and clear my schedule,” Trish ordered her manager as she tossed her Louis Vuitton bag behind her for him to catch.

Frazzled and flustered, Giacomo couldn’t believe his ears. “But Signora Una! You have a photoshoot with Vogue and-”

“I said to clear my schedule, Giacomo,” Trish spoke with a stern tone. “I rarely get any days off now and I already made plans with my friends”.

Giacomo sighed. He’s been her manager since she signed with her current record label several years ago. Giacomo loved Trish as he would love a daughter and would do anything for her. But her diva personality and lavish lifestyle were enough to give him heart attacks with her demands.

After her father’s death in 2001, Trish became the most famous pop star in all of Italy. The country loves her and is known to be a national treasure. Every song she put out would sell millions and be the #1 hit on the radio.

She surely doesn’t miss the life she lived before this. Well, maybe except the days when her mother was alive. Those memories are kept near her heart. But from the time of her mother’s death and before she became a pop star, were memories she wanted to forget. All except for the people who built her into who she is today.

Bucciarati, Abbacchio, and Narancia are all gone. But she kept in touch with the few remaining. Trish was always so busy with concerts, interviews, photoshoots, and fan meetings that she rarely got the chance to see them. Tomorrow would be the first time she’s seeing them again after 3 months. She wasn’t going to pass this chance considering the gang was busy too.

“Capito (understood), signora. I hope you enjoy your day off tomorrow.”

Upon hearing his words, Trish stopped in her tracks and turned her head towards her manager. Content with Giacomo’s submission, Trish gave him a nod to signal her gratitude and continued to walk away.

***

“Trish! Over here!” Mista waved, trying to catch her attention.

Trish locked eyes with Mista and walked up to the table he was seated. There, she saw two familiar faces, Mista and Fugo.

For today’s plan, they decided to just keep it simple since all of them have enough action in their lives to last a lifetime. With Trish being the biggest pop star and the boys being high-ranking officials in the Mafia, having a simple lunch outside at the patio together was sufficient for them.

“Where’s Giorno?” Trish asked while taking her seat.

“Busy with Don stuff, you know, the usual” Mista replied, leaning back in his chair.

Unfortunately, this was a common occurrence whenever the old gang would make plans to hang out. Giorno never attended their gatherings anymore, leaving it a trio with Trish, Mista, and Fugo.

“Buon pomeriggio! Cosa le piacerebbe ordinare? (Good afternoon! What would you like to order?)” The waitress approached their table with a pen and paper ready in her hand.

***

After receiving their orders, the trio began conversing, trying to make up for lost time and catching up with each other. Fugo had already finished his order of spaghetti while Mista was still working on his burrito. Trish was the first to finish her dish (if you even call it one since she ordered a salad).

“How’s Giorno been doing?” Trish inquired, stirring her glass cup of sparkling water with a straw.

“Alright, I guess,” Fugo responded, not giving much thought to his answer. He didn’t seem to care all too much about the conversation as he rested his chin under his palm.

“But I’m worried about him, y’know? He hasn’t been looking great lately” Mista said while laying back on his chair and munching on his burrito.

That wasn’t a response she was expecting. It was enough for her to stop stirring her water and ask, “What’s wrong?”

“Well, he might be coming down with something but we’re not too sure. It’s a weird thing going on with him”.

“Which is…?”

Mista continued to chew on his burrito while avoiding eye contact with Trish. He seemed quite nonchalant about this for some reason. “For the most part, he’s normal when around us and Mr. Polnareff. But sometimes when he’s out, he’ll act strange. Like he’s possessed.”

During her time with the gang, there could only be one possible explanation for Giorno’s strange behavior, “Could it be a stand user?”

Finally setting his burrito down and returning Trish’s gaze, Mista spoke and shrugged his shoulders, “Possibly. But I find it hard to imagine anyone getting the jump on Giorno”.

“We do suspect it’s the doing of an enemy stand user. Most likely from a rival gang trying to topple us.” Fugo spoke up.

The fall of the previous boss, Diavolo, brought about many significant changes in Italy and how Passione was run. All drug trafficking was put to an end, any traitors or loyal followers of Diavolo were purged, and victims of Diavolo’s carnage were set free and given new opportunities in life. But with the rise of a new leader did not come without its challenges. Rival gangs refused to submit to Giorno and his ‘no drug’ policy, believing it to be a foolish idea when the drug business came with the most monetary gain.

Despite conquering almost all of Italy, there will always remain a few rats in the sewers waiting for their chance to topple Passione.

“But it’s so weird, Trish! Even Giorno doesn’t know what’s happening to him,” Mista continued.

“Well, what did he say?”

“Increased heart rate, dilated pupils, sweaty palms, butterflies in his stomach, higher voice”

“Can’t sleep at night, always thinking about this person, loss of appetite, nausea” Fugo added in. “This person might be a stand user”.

“Agreed. We gotta eliminate them as soon as possible”

Trish remained silent and began to piece together everything the boys said. “Wait, have you seen this happen to him?”

“Ya, I saw him just the other day while I was walking home from the library. He was out with a woman at a restaurant,” Fugo replied.

“A woman?” Trish cocked an eyebrow.

Bingo. Trish was certain what Giorno’s “odd” behavior is about.

She scoffed. She couldn’t believe her ears, how can these boys not see it?!

Mista, she could understand. He is a bit of a dumbass. And as for Fugo, well… he’s more book smart than street smart if anything.

“Are you so blinded by your work that you can’t see it?”

“See what?” Mista took another bite of his burrito.

Trish paused before speaking, her lips forming into a smile, “Giorno is in love.”

Both men stayed silent with wide eyes as they stared at Trish. Then proceeded to stare at each other.

“LOVE?!” Fugo and Mista screamed simultaneously with Mista nearly spitting out his burrito.

Trish facepalmed and shook her head. No wonder these two don’t have girlfriends.

“No way, Trish! Giorno isn’t that kind of guy! He cares way too much about bettering Italy with the famiglia!” Mista refuted, too absorbed in the conversation to notice his burrito fell to the ground.

“But I’m sure even he thinks about finding a partner one day”

“Thinking about it? Sure. Acting on it? Pft!” he exclaimed in disbelief, waving his hand in dismissal.

“Wait, Mista. Trish has a point. All of Giorno’s symptoms are physical signs of a man in love”

At least Fugo caught on. Trish proceeded to roll her eyes at their stupidity, “How have you guys not noticed this?”

“Romance isn’t exactly the first thing you associate Giorno with,” Mista retorted.

Trish paused for a second and nodded in agreement. ‘Okay, he makes a fair point,’ she thought to herself.

In all honesty, Trish isn’t close with Giorno. She even made better progress with Fugo since he came back than she did with Giorno. Giorno always talked about his dream and was so ambitious when they first met. He still is, but it is kinda hard to think that he’s in love now.

“I guess that would explain why he’s been going out more frequently on his time off. Probably to go see her,” Fugo was starting to put the puzzle pieces together and understand Trish’s argument.

“What does she look like?” Trish asked.

Trish’s question sparked Mista’s attention and put a coy smile on his face, “Ya, Fugo! Was she hot?” Clearly, someone is excited.

“I don’t know. Her back was facing me when I passed by them”

Fugo’s answer wasn’t received too well by his two friends. Both looked disappointed and bummed out like he just told a kid “no” when asked to buy them candy.

Fugo paused, “Why are you so invested in this?” He was genuinely curious but also couldn’t understand why this was interesting to them.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Mista spoke, “Cuz it’s fun”.

“I think it’s sweet that he got himself a little crush,” Trish added.

Trish and Mista really shared a single brain cell at certain times and this was one of them. It was something that Fugo had a hard time relating to if he’s being completely honest. “It’s none of our business. He’s Don now, so he has little time for that”.

“We should help him! We can help set them up!” completely ignoring Fugo’s comment, Trish chirped at the idea.

“Great idea, Trish! Giorno’s gonna thank us later! He’s gonna be so happy~” Mista joined in.

“Wait, I don-”

“Let’s go tell him!” Trish excitedly yelled, eyes beaming with glee and a smile plastered on her face.

Before Fugo could interject, Trish and Mista got up from their seats and dashed to Fugo’s car, laughing and brainstorming ideas on how they would be Giorno’s wingman/wingwoman.

“Fugo, hurry up!” Mista shouted from the passenger’s seat.

Fugo could only sigh. He knew this wasn’t going to end well.

[lostinthewiind]

Piss Off Your Parents - Part 1

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren't a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner's 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: none

Song → 18 by Anarbor

A/N: if you couldn’t already tell, I have planned this as a series/full story. I was torn between writing it on here or on Wattpad or something, but ultimately decided on Tumblr . . . but let me know if you would prefer it on another platform as well! Also, this series will eventually include smut/NSFW content but that will be tagged appropriately when the time comes. As always, I hope you enjoy. 

Next →Part 2

Slamming the front door behind yourself on your way out that morning, you quickly stuffed your earbuds into your ears and cranked your music as loud as you could to drown out the sounds of your parents yelling after you and, consequently, at one another after you had dropped the bomb about your new job on them seconds before you had left, giving them as little time as possible to shame you for it.

After graduating high school and turning 18, you had decided it was time to take your life into your hands, which wasn’t too easy while you were still living under your parents’ roof, but you had to start somewhere and that somewhere was getting a job at the local corner store, Sakanoshita Market. 

You knew that your parents wanted you to go to university and ‘make something of yourself’, but you also knew that you could never truly be happy under their dictatorship-like ruling, so you decided to get a job, no matter how shitty, save your money, move out as soon as possible, and go from there. 

It was definitely going to be a process, and not an easy one, but all you had to do was take it one step at a time.

Rounding the corner and seeing the market in the distance, you felt your nerves begin to bubble inside of you a little. Sure, you had gotten some part-time jobs here and there during summer vacation before, but you had never gotten a full-time job before and had never needed the money from a job like you did now. Before, the cash you made was for extra spending money during the summer and school year, but now the money you would be making would be funding your future. It seemed like a lot of pressure to put on a job that entailed stocking shelves, checking out customers, and cleaning. 

The lady who had hired you had basically explained that since she was getting older and her son, who had been maintaining the place previously, had gotten a new job, the store needed someone to learn the ropes and take care of the place on a daily basis; and since you were young, a fast learner, and didn’t have anything else in your life besides work, you were a perfect fit. 

As the shop doors slid open smoothly to welcome you into the store you had been inside countless times in the past, you suddenly felt completely out of place in the familiar market. Now that you were an employee instead of a customer, the atmosphere had completely shifted. Instead of heading right for the fridges to grab a drink like you usually did, your eyes shifted immediately to the front counter where a figure with its feet up hid behind an open newspaper.

Just like every other time you had visited while the store owner’s son was working, he did everything humanly possible to avoid interaction. Usually, you would have appreciated not being bothered while trying to scan the shelves, but since this time was different, the lack of acknowledgement was slightly unnerving. 

“Ahem,” you cleared your throat, hoping it was enough to catch his attention. It was not. Instead, he flipped the page of the newspaper and you watched as a hand emerged from behind the paper barrier to flick the ashes from his cigarette into an ashtray sitting beside the register. 

Eyebrows furrowed, you really wished that the shop owner herself had been there to greet you for your first day instead of her seemingly useless son. “Hello.” You stepped up to the counter, the feeling of not belonging sinking deeper into your bones. 

Slowly, the newspaper separating you from the man behind the counter lowered and the shop owner’s son glared back at you, eyes half-lidded as if he were seconds away from falling asleep and the cigarette from before hanging from his bottom lip. This was far from the first time you had interacted with him, but you would be surprised if he remembered you as a customer even a little. Whenever he checked customers out, you could tell he was running on autopilot. 

The man’s eyes drifted down to your hands, which were resting on top of the counter now. Noticing you didn’t have anything to purchase, he cocked a brow. “Need help finding somethin’?” 

“Ugh, no,” you answered. “I’m the new employee. I’m supposed to start today.”

His eyes scanned you once more, this time more thoroughly, and you swallowed hard. Feeling as if you were being observed under a microscope, you slid your hands off of the counter and stuffed them into your pockets self-consciously. 

As he inspected you inch by inch, you took the time to take a closer look at him as well. With dyed blonde hair, two earrings in his left ear, an apparent nicotine addiction, and a noticeably flippant attitude toward his job, he was the definition of the type of man your parents would kill you for bringing home. Somehow, this only made him more intriguing. You wondered if he really was as disinterested in everything as he seemed or if it was just this job he thoroughly hated and became someone a lot more interesting when he wasn’t behind a counter.

“How old are you?” he asked out of the blue, catching you off guard a little. While he waited for you to answer, he set the newspaper to the side, dragged his feet from the counter top, and patted out some of the wrinkles from the white apron he had tied around his bright orange sweatshirt. 

“I’m 18,” you responded, not sure why it mattered but also not seeing any harm in answering honestly. 

Seconds later, the door to the back of the shop and storage room opened and the familiar face of the woman who had hired you stepped into view. “Oh, Y/N!” she greeted happily; much more enthusiastically and welcoming than her son. “Sorry about that, I was just getting some last minute things together.” She eyed her son out of the corner of her eye and noted the fresh embers in the ashtray. “I hope you haven’t been waiting long.”

“No, I just got here,” you told her. 

“Good.” She smiled sweetly before turning to her son. “Well, you can head out now, Keishin. Thank you for watching the counter.”

“Yeah,” the man, Keishin, grunted as he untied the apron from around his waist, slipped it over his head, and hung it up on a hook behind the counter. “See ya.”

With that, Keishin left, leaving you and his mother alone. Wasting no time, Mrs. Sakanoshita, whom the store was named after, got right to work on teaching you the basics and gifting you with a white apron of your own to wear while on the job. Since it was the middle of the day and the customer flow was relatively slow, she introduced you to how the register and scanner at the counter worked before moving on to unpacking boxes.

Just like you had promised on your resume and during the interview, you were a quick learner and Mrs. Sakanoshita was more than pleased to see you picking up the job quickly and efficiently. 

By the time the after work/school rush of patrons picking up items on their way home had begun, you were feeling confident in your abilities and, with your boss by your side to answer any questions you may have, you checked out customer after customer, building up muscle memory for scanning items, collecting cash, opening the register, handing out receipts, and sending customers on their merry way. 

All in all, the job was quickly growing on you. You liked the fact that, for the most part, you were the only employee on duty, so when there weren’t any customers in the store, you could work silently on unpacking boxes without having to worry about making small talk or being friendly with any coworkers. In fact, as far as you knew, the only people who worked at the store at all were you, Mrs. Sakanoshita, and her son, Keishin. 

It seemed as though you had really landed a sweet gig. 

After showing you how to lock up, Mrs. Sakanoshita headed home for the night, leaving you to finish stocking the shelves and cleaning the shop before you would head home as well.

Now that you were truly the only person left, you walked over to the old radio you had spotted on the counter during training that day and fiddled with the dials, trying to get some music playing to accompany you during your evening chores. After some careful handiwork and enduring some horrendous static and high-pitched screeching while searching for a station, you settled on what sounded like some old instrumental music and got to work on stocking the remaining shelves.

Throughout your shift, you quickly learned that the store got quite warm during the day and you had needed to tie your hair up to keep the back of your neck from dripping with sweat. The night wasn’t much better either, especially since the lack of customers so late meant that the doors rarely opened, keeping the cold night air outside and the warm store air inside. 

After finishing the last box of supplies, you exhaled and wiped your brow. You were exhausted, that was for sure, but you still had to sweep. 

Deciding to take a quick break, you turned toward the floor-to-ceiling fridges at the back of the shop and pulled open the door, sighing happily when the cool air hit your skin. Exhaling slowly, you snickered when you saw your breath fog up in front of you face. 

“You’re letting all the cold air out.”

You shrieked when you heard a voice in your right ear and slammed the fridge door shut, jumping back in the process. Thanks to the music from the radio and the loud hum of the generator that kept the fridges cold, you hadn’t heard the front doors slide open or the footsteps of Keishin approaching you.

“Jesus!” You clamped your hand over your chest. “You scared the shit out of me!”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Sorry?”

“What are you doing here?”

Keishin glared at you. “You work here one day and suddenly act like you own the place?”

Realizing how rude your question had come across, you composed yourself and rephrased. “What I meant was, your mom didn’t say you were coming back.”

Pointing upward, Keishin sighed, disinterested. “I live in the apartment above the shop.”

“Oh.” Things started making much more sense and you suddenly felt pretty embarrassed for how you had reacted. 

“Yeah . . . oh.” He rolled his eyes, but it didn’t come across necessarily rude but more like he was exhausted and you were adding to said exhaustion. “Why were you standing with the door open anyway?”

As he spoke, he stepped toward you. At first, your feet felt cemented to the floor and you didn’t move. But when he persisted closer, you eventually stumbled back and Keishin opened the fridge door you had been standing in front of to grab a beer from inside. With drink in hand, he eyed you once again, waiting for an answer.

“It’s really hot,” you said, gesturing to his orange sweater. “I don’t know how you wear that thing in here.”

Looking down at his apparel, he just shrugged. “You’ll get used to it.” He turned and started for the counter, presumably to pay for the drink he had just taken. “In the future, stand outside if you’re warm.”

“Okay.” You nodded, mindlessly tailing him. You had to grab the broom from behind the counter anyway, but that was the furthest thing from the front of your mind at that moment. If anything, you were still trying to calm down a little from being startled and now being alone with your boss’s son. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” He popped the tab on the beer, settled into the stool behind the counter, and downed at least half of the drink in a few large gulps. 

You watched him, probably a little too closely, and as you did you found yourself reexamining the features you had taken note of earlier that day: the dyed blonde hair held out of his face with a thin black headband, the natural brown hair that peeked out from the roots, the two small silver hoop earrings in his left ear, the scent of cigarette smoke that clung to him like how the smell of rain clung to the air after a heavy storm. 

Noticing your gaze, which would have been nearly impossible to miss, Keishin quirked a brow at you and held out the can of beer toward you. “You want a sip?”

Startled from your thoughts, you shook your head. “I’m only 18.” You reminded him.

“Oh, right.” He withdrew the can and took another sip, this one much smaller than the first few. “Then why are you looking at me like that?”

Eyes wide, you thought quick to come up with an excuse. “The broom.” You pointed to the item behind him. “Can you pass me the broom?”

After handing you the broom, Keishin pulled a slip of paper and a pen out from his pocket and started writing and scribbling things down, sipping the remainder of his beer occasionally and ignoring you completely. 

Trying to avoid staring at Keishin anymore than you already had, you started sweeping at the far end of the store and left the area around and behind the counter for last. Eventually, though, you had worked your way back over to the the silent man and was forced to clean the floor behind where he was sitting, trying hard not to disturb him.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of what he was so focused on; it looked like a crude drawing of a volleyball court. “What’s that?” you asked, the words leaving your mouth before you realized you were being rude again and snooping.

Keishin, however, didn’t seem angry or annoyed in the slightest. “Volleyball positions,” he huffed. It was clear he was growing frustrated.

“You play volleyball?”

He shook his head and looked over his shoulder at you. “I used to. Now I coach the boy’s team at Karasuno.”

“I went to Karasuno,” you said mindlessly, just trying to make conversation at that point. 

He hummed in response and turned his attention back to the sheet before him. “Did you play volleyball?”

“No. Soccer.”

“Do you still play?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Do you still play volleyball?”

“With a neighbourhood association sometimes . . . but not really.”

“Why?”

The corners of his mouth curling up into a smirk, Keishin looked back to you once more. “I asked you first.”

“It’s not a good answer.” You leaned against the broom handle and sighed. “Don’t have the time.”

“You’re young and just graduated high school. You’ve got nothing but time.”

“Not with this job.”

Keishin scoffed, folded the paper, and shoved it back into his pocket with the pen. “Speaking of which, why would you take such a boring job at a store like this?”

You just shrugged. “I need the money.”

“Don’t you live with your parents?”

“That’s the problem,” you said, noticing the confusion on his face. “I told you it wasn’t a good answer.”

“Do they know you work here?”

“Do they know? Yes,” you answered truthfully. “Do they like it? Absolutely not.”

Keishin grinned at that before finishing his beer and tossing the empty can into the recycling bin beside the front door. “So you’re one of those teens, huh?”

You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Trust me, kid, pissing off your parents just for the sake of it isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”

“You think I’m doing all this just because I can?”

“Aren’t you?”

“No.”

“Why then?”

“That story’s too long and convoluted for me to recite right now . . . especially to some old dude I just met today.”

Keishin chuckled under his breath, hands stuffed into his pockets as he headed for the door at the back of the shop so he could head upstairs to his apartment. “’Old dude’,” he repeated, clearly amused. “Don’t forget to lock up before you go home.”

As he turned his back to you, your curiosity got the better of you. “How old are you?”

Stopping in his tracks, Keishin pulled out a carton of cigarettes from his pants’ pocket along with a lighter. After placing the smoke between his lips, he lit it and inhaled deeply. “Too old for you, sweetheart,” he spoke while exhaling, smoke spilling from his lips as he smirked at you. 

With that, he disappeared into the back. You wanted to shout after him that you had told him how old you were without hesitation when he had asked, but you stayed silent instead. 

As much as his presence unnerved you and his superiority complex aggravated you, you still found yourself inexplicably drawn to him. Maybe it was because he seemed completely disinterested in you, or maybe it was because he was everything you were always told to stay away from. 

The one thing you did know, however, was that if everyone around you was going to keep trying to convince you they knew how you should live your life better than you did, you were going to prove to them just how they wrong they were one way or another. 

[in-ky]

An Old Scent [1] - Negan x Reader (A/B/O AU)

Summary: During summer break, you decide to come back home to visit your dad, Rick. Over the course of your stay, you realize that your dad's friend is pretty hot.

Warnings: Eventual smut, A/B/O dynamics, cheating, age gap, Negan

A/N: yay first fic! this will have four parts! i hope everyone enjoys. this is an au where the apocalypse never happened. 3.2k words

I squinted as I stepped out into the bright Virginian sun. People swarmed all around me, creating the steady hum of airport ambience that I had grown accustomed to over the years. I had just gotten off a four-hour flight home from college and all I wanted to do was shower and curl up in bed. But I couldn't. Oh, no. First I had to endure a fun thirty-minute car ride with my best friend since second grade. I scanned the curb in front of me for her small black car and caught sight of a tall woman waving at me. I grinned and walked forward, tugging along my baggage behind me.

"Ugh, it's so good to see you, Bee." I sighed as I enveloped my friend into a large hug. She let out a laugh and swayed us gently.

"It's good to see you, too," She hummed, rustling my hair "I forgot how short you were." Bee was an alpha; tall, muscular, and very quick to remind me of our differences. Of course, it was in a 'joking with love' kind of way. I was an omega; small, rounded, and very quick to punch her gently in the abdomen.

"I forgot how much of a jerk you are." I quipped, huffing and wheeling my bag to her trunk.

"Oh, come on, babes, don't be like that," Bee laughed, opening the driver side door and waiting for me to walk back to my side. "Now get in, we've got a lot of catching up to do."

---

"How are your heats going?"

"Jesus, that's what you want to start with?" I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. Bee shrugged.

"We don't have to if you don't want to," She clarified, turning out onto the street "I'm just saying, I know they've gotten pretty bad as we've gotten older. Did you try out those tips I sent you?"

"Yea, I did," I said quietly, looking at the trees rushing by on the side of the highway "They worked for a while but..."

"But you need an alpha," Bee sighed, finishing the sentence for me.

"That's the plan for this summer," I agreed "Might finally settle down."

"You know, I'm always here if you need me." She said with a wink. I scoffed at her.

"I'm not that desperate," I laughed, shoving her lightly "Not yet, at least."

"Anyone take your interest back in Colorado?"

"Not really," I hummed, tilting my head in consideration. "There was this one guy. We dated for a few months but towards the end he became a total knot-head. He couldn't keep his hands off me. I thought it was cute at first, but after I started to miss a few classes...well, that shit got old pretty quickly." Bee made a disgusted noise.

"Ugh, men," She grunted, wrinkling her nose "I'm glad I never went through that phase. I'm perfectly happy with chicks, thank you very much. Much less of a pain in my ass."

"Oh, they're not so bad," I smirked "I think it's just alphas in general." She glared at me momentarily and I stuck my tongue out at her. We drove in a comfortable silence for a few moments, just enjoying each other's company. That was always something I loved about Bee. We never had to fill every second with chatter, we could just exist together in the same space and be just as content. She started to hum along to the song that buzzed softly from the radio and my eyes tracked a hawk. Soon enough, we reached our exit and Bee turned the car onto a smaller road, starting the countdown to my arrival home.

"Are you excited to see your dad?" Bee asked, killing the silence.

"Yea, I am," I smiled. We hadn't always had the best of relationships, but the distance that college gave had done wonders for us. A few texts and calls had worked perfectly for us. When he invited me to stay a few weeks during summer I gladly accepted. I wanted to see just how well our relationship had strengthened. Plus I knew he really needed someone.

"How's he doing?" There was genuine concern in Bee's voice. A few months ago, my mom had revealed that she had been having an affair with one of dad's work buddies. She left with him and took my brother down to Georgia.

"I think he's okay. But you know dad, he's not really an emotions guy. He was starting to get some closure but then the divorce papers came in the mail. That really hurt him," I told her, twisting a strand of my hair around my finger. "I just don't know how Lori could do that to him, you know? She won't even let Carl up to visit. The new baby's cute, though. Looks just like Shane." Bee hummed in acknowledgement.

"Well, tell him I said hi, alright?"

"Will do." A few more seconds of silence passed. Until we stopped at a light. Bee looked up and spotted a billboard that sported a very familiar, very handsome face.

"Holy shit!" Bee shrieked, slapping my arm.

"Ow, what the hell?" I hissed, grabbing my shoulder. She pointed frantically at the sign.

"That guy! Isn't that, shit- the hell's his name?" Pulling my eyes from my lap, I let them settle on the object of her excitement. All of the color drained from my face. It was an add for a law firm. There was an old geezer posing proudly on the left, and to his right, was the man who haunted my wet dreams for the majority of high school.

"Negan." I gulped.

"Yea, your dad's hot friend you never shut up about." Bee groaned, pressing on the gas and moving us away from the sign. Negan was a lawyer/make-shift-law-professor and baseball coach at the local community college. He had a sort-of contract with my dad's department. Many times I had come home after school to the two of them puzzling out a case on the kitchen table. Negan was an alpha of alphas, something that got my little omega heart (and other things) pumping until I couldn't breath. His humor and dominating persona made me blush a deep crimson color any time I saw him. Sometimes I would spend hours sitting on the stairs just listening to him talk to my dad. His voice was something else. I had gushed to Bee about him countless times during our times at high school. But I hadn't seen him since my graduation party.

"I wonder if you'll see him again," Bee teased, nudging me again to pull me out of my trance of memories. Then, she did a dramatic gasp. "What if he's your mate?" It was my turn to slap her in the shoulder.

"He's older than my dad!" I squealed, burying my now-blushing cheeks in my hands.

"You're an adult I don't think it matters."

"I think he's engaged."

"Just 'cause there's a goalie doesn't mean you can't scoooore." Bee pulled a face at me and I returned her grimace.

"Whatever, you're lucky we're almost at my house." I huffed, falling back into my seat with my arms crossed over my chest.

"Oh, yea, omega? What are you gonna do?" I rolled my eyes as she laughed off my grumpiness. We rolled to a stop in front of my driveway and a leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks so much, Bee, I really appreciate you," I grinned, popping open the door.

"No problem, babes," She winked, unlocking the trunk "But I swear to the gods, you better fucking call me and give me updates on everything, especially if you run into Mr. Hotcakes." I rolled my eyes once more and promised her I would before closing the door. I retrieved my bag and gave her a wave as she drove down the street. When she was out of view, I took a deep breath and turned around, walking up the driveway to the front door.

I knocked heavily on the dark oak door. While I waited for someone to answer, I decided to look around at the home I had left behind about a year ago. My childhood home had changed now and then over the years, but there were still some iconic pieces of memories in the front yard that could never be forgotten. My personal favorite was Eddie the garden gnome. He was a standard gnome: small and stout with a large white beard that led into a pointy red hat. His eyes were shut and his mouth was curved into a smile. However, he was missing a nose. I grinned as I recalled the unfortunate mishap that caused Eddie to become deformed. I was about twelve, and carl was five. He had gotten a kid's baseball from Negan for his birthday and had begged me to teach him how to play, since I was on the local softball team at the time. I relented and set it up in the front yard. Eddie was our outfielder. Eddie didn't have a mitt. Well, he did, but it was his face. Carl absolutely smashed the first pitch I tossed at him and hit poor Eddie right in the face, shattering his round, pink nose into pieces. Carl bursted into tears and I had to promise him that he did not in fact kill our precious protector of our house. Lori ran out frantically and comforted her son before giving me a thorough chewing out for damaging Eddie. We never used the set again. That she knew of, anyways. Negan always let us play in his yard, though. I smiled at the memory, but the clicking of the lock to the door pulled me from my train of thought. The door swung open and I was met with the smiling face of my father.

"Sweetie, I'm so glad you made it!" He laughed, pulling me in swiftly and squeezing me tight.

"It's good to see you too, dad." I croaked, letting out a small chuckle. I tapped on his shoulder as a signal for him to let go.

"How was the flight?" He asked as he stepped out to grab my bag. I told him it was good but that the screaming kids had given me a bit of a headache. He gave a small laugh and gestured for me to enter. I thanked him and he rolled my bag in behind me. We exchanged a few words but as soon as I walked through the kitchen into the doorway of the living room I was hit by a wall. Not literally, no, but rather a wall of overwhelming scent. It was a delicious swirl of campfire and whiskey, with a hint of cigarettes and leather. I paused for a moment, my eyes forced closed and my lungs taking a deep breath of the intoxicating air. Colors danced across my eyelids. My whole body was flooded with warmth and my toes tingled. I felt safe and calm, and there was something else; something deep within my stomach that I couldn't quite identify, something I never felt before. My eyes snapped open when I felt my father's hand rest firmly on my shoulder.

"I hope you don't mind, sweetie, but I invited company over while I was waiting for you to arrive," He smiled at me. I got a good look at him then. He looked the same, his hair was a bit longer, a bit greyer. But his eyes were different. They were darker, rounder, rawer. I gave a soft smile and told him it was fine. He guided me into the living room. It was then I realized where that deadly smell was coming from. Or, rather, who it was coming from. "Negan, you remember my girl." In that moment, I held my breath as I scanned Negan. He looked fucking amazing, just as he always had. Perfect dimples guarding a charming smile, all surrounded by a gorgeous salt and pepper beard. His hair was longer than it was when I had left, not slicked back, but it still framed his face perfectly. Negan's body was draped casually over the sectional couch, legs crossed at the ankle on the ottoman. His arms were on the top of the couch and his wrists were dangling. He knew he was hot. That bastard. I suddenly became aware of his eyes raking over my form and I shifted from one foot to the other.

"'course I do, Rick," Negan said, voice silky and deep. I couldn't help but let a small shudder run down my spine. All I wanted to do was kneel down in front of him and curl up at his feet. I forced my inner omega down, shaking the thought from my head. "How could I forget the little slugger?" I cringed inside at the nickname. Especially the use of the word 'little'. I begged that he didn't still see me as the kid down the street. Instead as a grown woman. A grown omega.

"Hi, Negan." I greeted with a small smile, swallowing to relieve my dry throat. Now that I was next to him, his scent was clogging all my senses. I gripped onto the couch and lowered myself onto the cushion, hoping to ground myself. It helped, just barely. My heart was pounding, my instincts telling me to submit to this man in front of me. Why, though? Why now? He had never smelled this good before. No alpha had. Was I getting close to my heat? I did have a stomach ache, but that could be from Negan alone.

"Hey, sweetheart. How's college goin'?" Negan asked, sipping on his drink. He kept eye contact with me the whole time. Rick handed me a glass of soda and I thanked him.

"It's good!" I said after taking a sip, thankful for the hydration in my coarse throat "Towards the end it got a little hectic, but I was able to stay on top of everything, thankfully."

"You're studying film, right?" He asked, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.

"That's right," I grinned, crossing my legs to relieve some of the pressure the movement caused to build up in my lower abdomen "You still teaching law?" This caused him to chuckle. Literally music to my ear.

"If that's what you want to fuckin' call it." Negan sighed, falling back to his original position, hands resting in his lap "I talk, the kids kinda listen. I just do it for the coaching job, really. You remember how much I love that damn sport, right?"

"Baseball?" I asked, raising a brow "You mean the only thing you talked about at all of the Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners you were invited to?"

"Touché." Negan grinned. Goddamn that smile. Butterflies erupted in my chest, beating hard against my ribcage, begging to throw myself at his chest and bury myself in him. Rick cleared his throat and smiled at me to get my attention.

"I want to know more about your college experience!" He beamed, rubbing a hand through his beard "Any special alphas you've got your eyes on?" I heard Negan choke slightly on his whiskey. A small bubble of pride rose in my chest. I laughed at his words.

"Dad, I don't think Negan wants to hear about my love life."

"Shit, doll, I don't mind," He grumbled "I don't get to hear any drama now-a-days"

"What do you mean?" I giggled, tilting my head "You argue for a living. Your job is to literally deal with drama."

"Yea, but that's complex drama," He growled, waving his hand dismissively "I wanna hear simple, schoolgirl 'he loves me, he loves me not' kind of bullshit."

"Well sorry to disappoint," I snorted, running a hand through my hair "but no, there's no one I have an eye on." Dad's smile turned into a frown.

"Shame." I heard Negan whisper. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to hear it. It was quiet, barely above his breath, and he said it while twirling his whiskey, following the words with a large gulp.

"You really should start looking, dear." Dad said with a sigh "You know it only gets harder as you get older."

"Dad please, I don't..." I cut him off "Listen, I appreciate you trying to understand this stuff, I really do, but I don't really want to talk about it with my father." He looked at me with an understanding smile.

"Sure," He nodded "But if you ever need anything, anything at all, you just let me know, alright." I nodded.

"Well, this sure has been fun, Ricky-boy," Negan grinned, getting to his feet and stretching his arms far above his head. "We do have that big court case in the mornin', though, and I need my shut-eye."

"Big case, eh?" I asked, rising from my seat as well. Dad nodded and excitement sparked in his eyes.

"You should come! It's an open court and I would love for you to see what I do. I know you always wanted to as a kid, but your mom made you wait until you were older. Well, now's the perfect time!" He rambled, grasping my shoulders.

"W-Well, I dunno, I don't want to be a distraction," I stumbled, taken aback by my father's display of enthusiasm. I turned to Negan, as if asking for permission. He just laughed.

"Oh-o, doll, I don't get distracted. Not in there, not anywhere. Don't you worry about a goddamn thing. You should come, Rick seems like he really wants you to."

"Okay, then," I grinned, nodding in commitment "I'll see you there in the morning then." I looked up to Negan and we locked eyes for a brief moment. But in that moment, something within me quivered. He brushed up against me and smirked down at me.

"See you tomorrow, sweetheart. It was nice to see you. You're lookin' great." It took all my willpower not to let out a whimper as he walked past me, taking his glorious scent with him.

My dad said that he should also get some rest, but that I could stay up as long as I wanted to. I was pretty wiped from my flight so I opted to follow him up the narrow staircase, tugging my bag behind me. I hugged him goodnight and stepped into my room. It hadn't been touched since I left last summer. The forest green bedspread was still perfectly tucked into the mattress and two plump pillows were perched at the head of the bed. My muscles ached for the soft release of sleep. I put my suitcase down by my dresser, taking a moment to smile at some old photos of me and Bee as kids. I showered and brushed my teeth before getting into the comfortable bed. I looked up at the ceiling and giggled softly at the glow-in-the-dark stars shining overhead. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I wasn't thinking of anything in particular, but for some reason, all of my dreams were plagued by the sweet smell, sound, sight, feeling, and taste of Negan.

[svchengss]

hey barista! | l.dh

summary | befriending the barista from your local cafe doesn’t seem too bad

pairing | lee donghyuck x fem!reader ft. jaemin who’s a rlly cute side character in this :(

genre | fluff, angst, slight humour (?)

warnings | a kiss?? i don’t think there’s any but if i missed anything do lmk !!

word count | 3k+

s. tg | @hyuckefi [my apologies since i didn’t release a proper teaser for this 🙏🏻]

author’s note | this is my first fic exceeding 1k words so if u enjoyed reading this, please leave some feedbacks !! rb’s are also appreciated :D ALSO I SUCK AT SUMMARIES LMAO PLS IGNORE THAT

just another day of working at palm coffee, the same old routine. cleaning the countertop and tables before opening up the cafe, prepping the ingredients - more for top favourites! - and examining the machines to make sure they’re working properly. that’s some of hyuck’s daily routines as a barista. he didn’t mind them though, he loved his job. he couldn’t specify the reason why but all these tasks are genuinely interesting to him.

seeing you drop by the cafe is a normal occurrence for him. since you are a regular customer after all, the rest of the staff already know you well. heck, they’re even good friends with you. jaemin hangs out with you more than he does despite being jaemin’s childhood friend. except for him, he doesn’t really know why. he’s not really shy, considering the fact that he’s a social butterfly. he just couldn’t bring himself to say anything to you, the only times he did so was to take your orders when the rest of the workers were busy in the store.

upon hearing the doorbell chime which signals a new customer entering the cafe, hyuck blurted out the usual line. “hello, welcome to palm coffee! how can i help-“, looking up from the cash register only to find you in a disheveled state. “-you?” he eyes you up and down, noting how a few strands of your hair were out of place, the nude lipstick smeared on the left corner of your mouth and your outfit looks really rushed. 

“sorry, what was your name again, hyuck right?” you quickly glanced at the nametag hanging nicely on his apron. “i’m in a rush right now, can i get a,” you scanned over the menu behind him, “uh, white coffee, please?”. 

“that will be six dollars. you can use the restroom in the meantime to, you know, touch up your makeup and stuff,” he takes the bills from your hand, putting them in the machine in front of him before flashing you with that warm smile of his. you wished him a quick thanks before disappearing into the back of the place.

now that was embarrassing.

your eyes scanned over the hall to find your friend before hearing her shout your name from across. damn, why does she have to be so loud? stares were directed towards you as you walked up the stairs to your designated seat. all the chatter going on in the lecture hall became quiet as soon as your professor placed her things on the desk, which means class has started. 

after hearing a two-hour lecture and writing some notes - where suddenly song lyrics and scribbles appear - the words you’ve been waiting to hear finally echoed through the speakers. 

“class is dismissed, thank you everyone for listening,” mrs. hui’s voice later being flushed out by the buzzing voices of the students walking out the hall, determined to finish their own activities. you stuffed your ipad and papers into your light yellow jansport backpack before going out to meet vic who’s waiting for you outside. 

“i’m exhausted, what did she even teach just now?” vic sighed to her heart’s content. you can’t blame her, today’s topic was quite complicated. circuits analysis or something? you can’t really wrap your head around it, your brain being stuffed with all the information. vic kept on ranting  about the problems she faced from the moment she woke up, making you giggle at some comments she made. 

“wait for me, i’m almost done,” he folded his apron neatly before shoving it into the drawer and grabbing his bag from the counter to join jaemin, who’s waiting at the front door with the keycard. hyuck accepted jaemin’s request to help him with some shopping for his sister’s birthday party next week. obviously, the rest of the staff were also invited. 

jaemin divided the shopping list into two, allowing hyuck to find the rest of the things with ease.

“now where are the streamers…” he muttered out loud enough for himself to hear, crouching down to browse through the party decorations on the shelf. or he thought so, as you could hear him sighing clearly in dire need of the certain decoration, that you decided to help him out. 

“um, hyuck? i think the party streamers are in the aisle beside this one? you look a bit troubled there,” you chuckled lightly. the heat flushed to his cheeks, feeling dumbfounded. 

“really? uh, thank you for the help,” he gave you a small grin that could hardly be seen if you didn’t spot the corner of his lips. and with that, he’s long gone with his shopping basket.

you are fond of the atmosphere you’re in right now. the decorations left you in awe - white and pink silk hanging from the wall with silver letter balloons spelling out happy birthday stitched onto them. you can see jaemin’s sister, eun-ji, being carried out of her room with a small flowy white dress and wearing a golden bow on her head, her brunette hair being tied into ponytails. the na family really adore their youngest girl.

meanwhile, there are only a couple of adults your age attending the party -  jaemin’s co-workers, some of his other friends which you aren’t familiar with and hyuck. he looked rather chill, with an oversized beige sweater and white jeans to suit the party’s theme. you’re not quite bad as well, your hair combed nicely and kept neat with a headband, a white sundress with strawberry patterns on it fit nicely on your figure, complemented with a heart-locket necklace placed on your collarbones. before reaching jaemin’s house, you made sure to drop by a local store to get some gifts for eun-ji. she’s a very well-mannered kid which made you adore her very much.

“y/n? very glad to see you here,” hyuck said as he approached you, offering you a plate of cake which he cut.

“i could say the same to you too, mr. lee,” you let out a soft laugh. he made sure to keep a mental note over how pretty you looked today.

“y/n, hyuck! glad you two broke the ice, did you know how hurt i was seeing you two act like strangers whenever y/n came by the cafe?” jaemin enveloping you into a small hug before fake pouting. you can only laugh at the fake debate the two guys in front of you were having. after conversing with hyuck and jaemin for quite some time, you realised that he’s a cool person to talk to, where all this time, you thought he hated you for some reason. before leaving, you made sure to thank mrs. na for hosting the party and off you went home. 

following the previous encounters, hyuck felt much more comfortable around you - even hanging out with you during his shift where you would do your assignments at the cafe he’s working at. every now and then, he would also invite you to hang out with him and jaemin. however, what he didn’t realise was how he slowly pent up feelings - romantically. 

ding dong!

he pressed on the doorbell button with a box of doughnuts in his left hand. the three of you were supposed to be having a movie night, but jaemin got caught up with his groupwork which leaves the two of you alone. 

“hey hyuck! come in,” you gestured, arranging the cushions on your sofa to make it look more organized. the interior of your rented apartment is calming, the light grey walls suiting the navy blue sofa and furniture with darker undertones. the walls are also not left empty, with modern art portraits hanging from it. 

“i brought donuts, your favourite, right?” he opened the box, placing it on the coffee table while you set up the television. you wished him a quick thank you before grabbing two canned drinks from the refrigerator, handing one to him and pressing play on the remote control. you two weren’t quiet throughout the whole movie, with snarky comments on how hot the actors were or how stupid they were being were made. 

he didn’t know you were sleepy though as all of a sudden, he could feel the weight of your head on top of his shoulder. it was a rather awkward situation as he didn’t move at all so you could sleep comfortably. before long, he joined you and dozed off to wonderland. the next morning, you were more than embarrassed to find yourself cuddling up to him, with the next movie still playing on the screen.

seeing your figure outside the front door made hyuck more excited to greet you today. after making a quick order for a green tea latte, you fished out your purse from your handbag, feeling frantic if you’ve lost it outside. luckily, you were the only customer in line as the rest of them were already seated and carrying out their own businesses.

“sorry, but i think this might be yours,” you turned around to find a tall-looking guy handing out your black purse. a wave of relief washed over your soul, thanking the latter profusely.

“mind if i buy you a drink? i hate feeling like i owe someone,” you offered, which he gladly accepted. 

“i’d like a double espresso, please,” he kept his hands into his pockets. 

“and your name, sir?” hyuck looked mildly bothered.

“yukhei,” he ran his slightly blonde hair through the slender fingers. hyuck hated how cocky he looked, feeling more annoyed than ever over the scene that was played in front of him just now. he hated how yukhei looked at you. 

why should he get jealous? he’s just a mere friend to you, that’s all. you have to stop overreacting, hyuck. 

those words kept running through his mind all day.

“dude, are you okay? you looked-” jaemin opened the staff room, interrupting him from the self-talk he was having, “-distracted,” finishing up his sentence. 

“nope, i’m just fine,” he said, bringing the honey smile back onto his face. jaemin nodded before disappearing back to the front to serve the customers. 

stop being so jealous, hyuck. you’re just a friend. not more, not less. 

“jaemin, how do you know if you like someone?” that question is kind of shocking to him, especially if it’s coming from hyuck. of course, he’s had a crush before but it was during middle school. just a silly, little crush. growing up, he’s never had one - not even in high school.

“you’ve asked the right person,” jaemin managed to do his obnoxious voice, even while driving the car. he’s right, he is the matchmaker of the friend group, just how many relationships worked out because of him? eyes still focused on the road - he’s a responsible driver of course, he began to explain the feeling to hyuck, making his points loud and clear.

“first of all, you start feeling a little too happy whenever you’re around them. and no, this is not the oh-we’re-best-friends-forever type of happy, it’s the i’ll-make-you-the-happiest-person-on-earth one. not to forget, you will also experience some kind of turbulence in your heart, expect them to be jumping around a bit. or a lot, whichever suits you the best.

you also tend to feel nervous around that person. like, stuttering your words in obvious or non-obvious ways, feeling faster heartbeats than usual, you name it. oh! if you’ve ever felt jealous whenever they are around someone else, i mean, in affectionate ways, you might have one. however, my tip is for you not to act out of your mind. you don’t want to ruin whatever relationship you have currently, do you?” even when driving, he still managed to deliver his points with full precision and accuracy. 

nodding his head, hyuck took some mental notes to be thought through when he gets home. 

hyuck stared at you, whose figure is snoring soundly on his lap. he assumed you must be feeling exhausted, mid-terms just ended after all. while threading his fingers through your hair, he remembered what jaemin said to him weeks earlier.

1. being happy around them

like jaemin said, it is normal to be happy around your friends. but being with you, it kind of gave more joy for him. not to mention that he started to catch himself smiling over your texts and being reminded of you over small things - your favorite donut topping, the name of that one stray puppy you gave. 

2. feeling nervous around them

his heart would beat a lot faster whenever you get closer towards him, whether accidentally or to mess with him. 

3. getting jealous over someone else

he shouldn’t be jealous of how yukhei looked at you. but he seriously can’t help it. and the way he’s always there during your hangouts. he doesn’t care if he seems petty, yukhei just isn’t in his favour.

his deep thoughts came to a halt when you called out his name, eyes still half-closed, attempting to open them a bit more. 

“did i interrupt you or something? gosh, i’m so sorry,” you quickly stood up but he pulls your body back onto his lap, asking for you to stay.

“what are we?” that question caught you off-guard. the same one that has been at debate in the back of your mind these days. 

i don’t know hyuck, it’s complicated. 

“what do you think we are, hyuck?” you shot the question back at him, your gaze piercing through his soul.

“i don’t know. it’s just-” 

“are you sure?” a deep sigh left your lips. have you been interpreting his body languages wrong? did he only see you as a normal friend, nothing more? 

“sorry, i’m not feeling well. see you later hyuck, bye,” you tried your best to shoot the sweet smile of yours but only a faint one seemed to appear. once you stepped out of the room, he buried his face into his hands. 

god, what have i done?

“don’t feel too down, y/n. maybe there’s something more that he couldn’t bring himself to say?” vic suggested, handing you some tissue.

“i don’t know, i seriously have no idea. why can’t he just say it?” you continued to sob into her arms, she pitied you, especially in your condition right now. but she can’t do anything to help you, other than consoling and listening. 

jaemin knew something was wrong, from your rare visits to the cafe to hyuck not being himself lately. something was definitely wrong and it’s between the both of you. sure, hyuck might be saying that he’s fine again and again, but his expressions can’t lie. the sweet smile of his is long gone and his jokes are no longer heard. whatever it is, jaemin is determined to solve it. he just wants his best friends back. 

looks of dismay can be read all over hyuck’s face when the person facing him is no other than the guy himself, yukhei. still, he tried to control his composure, not making his inner feelings any more obvious.

“so what brings you here?” he took a sip of the mineral water, still making his throat rough from the tension hanging in the air. 

“look, i’m not here for any fights. i know you like y/n, everybody can see it. and honestly, you were oblivious to your own feelings,” he rubbed his hands together. the latter’s puzzled face made him continue his words.

“i’m not trying to make her like me, or whatever you’ve been assuming. sorry if i gave the wrong message but you are the one who should make a move. i can see from the way she looks at you, the feelings are mutual,” he straightened up the denim jacket outside the white shirt wrapping his figure. 

letting out a heavy sigh, hyuck’s face begins to soften up. “no, i should be the one who’s sorry. i’ve been such a prick to everyone around me lately, especially you,” he took of the cap from his head, messing up his hair. 

“no problem, bro. it’s understandable, i guess. now good luck with her, please treat her well,” the two guys exchanged a fist bump for the problem solved. jaemin leaned his back against the wall, smiling and feeling satisfied.

you called out jaemin’s name but to no avail. he invited you to his apartment but seeing that the lights are out, it’s clear enough that he hasn’t finished whatever he was doing yet. just as you were about to leave, you saw hyuck at the other side of it, both your faces mirroring the same look of confusion.

“so, uh, how have you been doing these days? it’s been a while since we talked,” he chose to break the silence. now, you two were sitting facing each other by the balcony. inhaling the breeze, you paused for a moment before responding to his question.

“i’ve been feeling, not as usual. definitely not happy but not that sad,” you pushed some of the loose hair strands hanging on your forehead behind your ears before asking about his.

“you know what, i’m just going to be direct with you. i, lee donghyuck have been holding feelings for you since i don’t know when. yeah sure, i wasn’t really sure at first about what i was going through. i guess i was just scared of how you would react,” he scratched his ears which are not feeling itchy at all, but rather an attempt to distract himself from the overwhelming emotions deep inside him. 

not wanting to waste time any longer, you placed your right hand onto his cheek, standing on the heels of your feet to bring your two lips together. the kiss was short before he pulls you back in for another, this time a more passionate one. he could feel you smile against his lips before enveloping your body into his arms.

“i’ve missed you, you know?” he whispered, his voice tender, directing right into your ears before you replied with how you missed him more. the both of you continued to whisper sweet nothings while embracing each other’s presence. 

jaemin looked at the both of you from a distance, his heart swelling with pride. 

— another pair of lovers matched, cupid jaemin signing out.

[loosesodamarble]

The Music of Faustsele: Intro and Masterlist

(This is just the introduction to me talking about all the Faustsele songs and there will be links to each song's explanation individually. All the links are under the cut. There is also a full version with everything in one post.)

So Kenshi Yonzeu wrote a bunch of songs specifically for my ships Nacsele and Morgsele.

That’s a joke. But I’m still going to make my obsession everyone’s problem!

A while back, I was taking a Japanese class and one of the assignments was to read and answer questions about the lyrics of a song. The song in question was “Lemon” by Kenshi Yonezu. To make a long story short, I got attached to the song (it makes me cry like a baby each time I listen to it). And I also became interested in Yonezu’s work.

I found many other songs by Yonezu, and found out I was familiar with a couple already. And although I’m learning Japanese, I had trouble understanding the songs. But recently, thanks to the power of the internet, I was able to find a site that had all of Yonezu’s songs transcribed as well as translated. Here is the link to the site.

So remember as we go into this, none of these translations are mine so I'm not making up meanings to force songs I like to fit my ships. I'm just finding phrases or themes in songs I like that fit my ships.

I want to make it clear that I didn’t go through every single song written by Kenshi Yonezu. He’s got a long discography and I wasn’t quite ready to go through all of it. So the songs I picked out for Josele, Nacht, and Morgen are but a small selection of Yonezu’s works.

With all that said, let’s get this musical rollercoaster started.

(On each song's post, the song titles link to the complete lyrics in Japanese, romaji, and English. The following links take you to videos so you can listen to the songs.)

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Faustsele (Josele's feelings for Morgen and Nacht)

We start the story of Josele and the Fausts with songs from Josele’s perspective (with one exception). The songs here are towards both twins in general or to one in specific, though more the former. Because although her experiences with Morgen and Nacht differ greatly, she loves them simultaneously and equally.

Eine Kleine Flowerwall orion Spring Thunder Sight for Sore Eyes Lemon Donut Hole Melancholy Kitchen love WOODEN DOLL You Are Ugly

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Morgsele (Morgen's feelings for Josele)

Next up, I’m going to explain the songs that represent Morgen’s feelings for Josele. We’re covering these song first because there are fewer Morgsele songs than Nacsele songs (unfortunately) and also the relationship ends earlier in the overall timeline.

Jade Wolf PLACEBO Canary Fireworks Night Bugs on a Rainy Street Spot the Difference Monster's March Spirit of the Sea

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Nacsele (Nacht's feelings for Josele)

The reason Nacsele has so many more songs dedicated to it is because, well, a lot of Yonezu’s songs have melancholy themes. There are love songs but with tragic twists. And Nacht’s love for Josele is a long, tragic story.

Headless Cuckoo Cinderella Gray Love and Fever Mirage Song vivi Metronome Paper Flower Santa Maria Sunflower Pale Blue Horse and Deer Nighthawks Blue Jasmine

Conclusion

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You like to save things. Silly things. Ribbons. Polaroids taken during the summer. Old candy wrappers to put behind your phone case. Most especially love letters. Of all the things you save, your love letters are some of your most prized possessions. you keep your letters in a white hatbox your mother bought from a vintage store downtown that sells all kind of things. 

They aren’t love letters that someone else wrote for you; You think that you don’t have those. Because you think that no one has fallen in love with you. No being on this vast earth has had their heart beat 120 times a minute walking past you. In contrast to your ever so wandering eyes. These letters are ones you’ve written using your hand and heart. These are times you’ve written a letter expressing endearment-whether shallow or deep, each one towards a different person.

When you write, you hold nothing back. you write like he’ll never read it. Because he never will. Every secret thought, every careful observation, everything you’ve saved up inside yourself, You put it all in the letter. When you’re done, you seal it, address it, and then you put it in your hatbox.

They’re not love letters in the strictest sense of the word. These letters are for when you don’t want to be in love anymore. When you’re tired of falling for him. They’re for bidding goodbye. Because after you write your letter, you are no longer consumed by your all consuming love. it doesn’t keep you up at night anymore, it doesn’t remind you of him every time you sing along to love songs, it doesn’t make you think of how he wants his breakfast cooked, it doesn’t plague your mind like the homework and tasks you’ve ended up missing... 

it gives you peace and closure.

that’s truly the meaning of the letters. 

they’re supposed to set you free. 

but do they really?

You open up your hatbox, looking for the letter that you wrote to Katsuki all those years ago. 

Once you had found it, you take it out, as the letter was still neatly kept, and wrapped tightly with a light coral bow. You absently smile when you notice the little stickers of the sanrio character badtzbadtzmaru (a character that reminded you so much of him) and pastel red polco stickers attached to the sides. you place the letter on your desk, contemplating on whether or not you should be reading it as you first reminisce why you fell in love with him in the first place.

the two of you were childhood friends. 

It was a cliché at it’s finest, but your whole family was a little in love with him despite his rather pompous and airy attitude. he was the cheeky yet adorable only son of your next-door neighbors who came over after classes to play just dance, or smash bros on the wii with you. during the summer, the two of you would play, camp outside of your houses, go out on picnics and go stargazing at night, and he’d always try his best to cheer you up whenever you were feeling down. there was always a grumpy and gruff tone to his voice when he’s trying to be soft and nice yet, there was always genuine love behind those words. 

but, most importantly, he made you feel special. and not in the way that you felt like he was your responsibility but because despite his attitude, constant brags and whatnot, doubled with his other “friends” constantly hyping him up, further inflating his ego...

You were his reminder to stay on the the ground.

You were there for him to open up to you, to share his struggles and insecurities and to just bare his heart to you. his quirk was powerful and so was his personality, but, his heart only became as strong as his physical capabilities because of you. 

But... what happened?

The second year of Middle School happened. 

Katsuki became a shell of a person he once was. 

He still retained his explosive personality but due to the grueling peer pressure that the Middle School hierarchy brings upon you, he became an asshole who could care less about others, began to bully a seaweed-haired kid your age who just moved in next door, and started to always put himself on a pedestal. 

He was like an Icarus who was flying too close to the sun... and so the two of you drifted apart. 

Just like that.

Then, he moved away that same year, due to the demanding jobs and occupation of his parents.

Gone without even having a chance to say your proper goodbyes to him.

With a heavy sigh, you finally began to read the contents of the letter you wrote for him when he left. As soon as you realized your crush on him was more than just within the confines of puppy love; you brought out a pen and some crafted paper, and wrote to your heart’s content. 

Dear Katsuki Bakugo,

Remember that scene in Lilo and Stitch where Lilo prays for someone to be her friend, asking for the “nicest angel you have.” and Stitch comes crashing down from the sky into her backyard?

That is the best way to describe how you came into my life. 

When I was a little kid, I only noticed the most bizarre features and facets to your personality. The way you scrunch your nose, your facial expressions like that of a gremlin, your cool quirk, and your loud personality... but as I grew older, I noticed a lot of more things. 

I noticed how spiky yet soft your hair was, your passionate crimson eyes that are so full of confidence yet burdened with responsibility, your quirk that became more than just explosions with how you would tell me the science behind it, the way you would talk to me and soften your very loud voice, and how you would even let me win a video game even though you hated losing. 

I’ve learned to look at you in a different light because I’ve fallen in love with you. 

You were like a tiny spark ever since I met you. Effervescent, bright, always appearing, and always beaming. Like a crackle of lightning. You shined bright for others in your own little ways. Constantly growing and glowing brighter like the feelings I had for you.

Ever since, your presence in my life was like a burst of beautiful fireworks popping inside my heart whenever I would think about you. 

However... even though we both started as no one but just little kids, holding hands, and trying to traverse this maze called life...

and now you’re all; your worth will rise, the more I fall. 

I realized that you didn’t need me anymore. 

Like these mementos we have stored, all these these memories we share. 

once were things —

now nothing anymore. 

We promised each other with our pinkies intertwined that we would embark on this adventure to become heroes together. 

yet, what happened?

Katsuki, Suki, Suki-kun... 

If the boy I used to love and cherish with all my heart would come back again... then I wish things could come back again to the way they once were. 

May it be in another day, another year, another time, or even another universe... 

Please come back as the sparkle of light in my life again.

                                                                                                                          Sincerely,

 (Y/N) 

“(Y/N)!” The soft voice of your mother echoes around the house. “Katsuki-kun and his parents just moved back next door? Why don’t you say hi?”

“H-how?” You whisper to yourself, peeking through the window and seeing some moving boxes present in Katsuki’s old room. A familiar spiky-haired boy peaks through the window, noticing your wide-eyed gaze at him. 

His eyebrows furrow, tilting his head slightly at the sight of seeing you.

These were the same crimson eyes, same hair, same old gremlin yet handsome face you’ve wanted to see again for such a long time. 

This was it. It’s him.

“(Y/N)?”

“Katsuki-kun?”

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