#october is almost over *crying emoji

[m1luxlov3st4rs]

MISSCLICKTOBER DAY 19 AND 24/ PURGATORY AND DIVINE

MISSCLICKTOBER DAY 22/ CODE

MISSCLICKTOBER DAY 20/ BEGINNINGS

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ ִ ۫ 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 | 𝐋.𝐌𝐇

⭑ PAIRING: fuck buddy ! cat dad ! minho x f. reader

𖥻 SYNOPSIS: A broken air conditioner in your best friend's apartment leads to him having to shack up with you until things get sorted, but considering his sex drive, it doesn't take long for things to get steamy in a different way...

⭑ WARNINGS: KINKTOBER SPECIAL, swearing, temperature play kink, kissing, dry humping, masturbation (f. receiving), minho gets a bit jealous at one part, mentions of food, mentions of enhypen's jake, crying (barely), finger + tit + neck sucking (f. receiving), not proofread

𖥻 WORD COUNT: 5.2k - DAY 5

⭑ AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic was originally intended to be a gift for @minhosimthings 's 21st birthday, but since I was such an amazing moot and didn't finish writing it in time, I simply decided to save it for now hehe ^^

OCTOBER.

Not usually the warmest month of the year, but it had become precisely that for your close friend Minho when his apartment AC suddenly gave out, leaving him to sleep with nothing but his boxers on almost every night—

“Proof?” You asked via text while ending your three-hour long conversation with him one night.

Ding!

A picture of Lino and his sweat-glazed body took over your phone screen, his toned thighs just barely hanging off his gingham-dressed bed set with a spare pillow being placed precariously in the place where you're certain his bulge would be.

“Since you were so desperate to get a first-hand glimpse of my suffering… hope you're satisfied now,” his text read below the photo, and you smiled at the message, not even bothering to scold yourself for blushing…

“Trust me, this did the trick... can't wait to get you outta that hell hole and in some proper air conditioning, though...”

“Looking forward to it,” Lino texted back with a pink heart emoji, “goodnight now, kitty.”

“Night night!” You returned, feeling your cheeks warm up at the pet-name he used for you, and you used to hate smiling at your phone whenever you got a flirty message from someone, but when it came to Minho, you didn’t mind the butterflies as much…

You laid your head on your pillow, facing the ceiling as a gentle sigh fell from your lips, and the selfie that Lino sent you meddled in the back of your mind, causing your imagination to do wonders in making the photo come alive...

Despite being best friends who admittedly had sex with each other from time to time, Minho, had been the subject of your sexual fantasies for a while now, and you honestly couldn’t blame yourself for it…

I mean, let’s be real, he's got that dark and handsome thing going on with a platinum smile to match.

And let's not forget about his muscular build, too, which is the result of hours spent either dancing or hitting up the gym every week.

You’ve always had a thing for him, and you vividly remember the first night you two crossed the line between strictly friends and something a little more than that.

It was the night right after he got fired from his job, and while upon stopping by your place to cool off some steam, the both of you were two drinks passed tipsy as the sexual tension ran rampant between you.

Y’all were cooking dinner together, and you couldn't help but steal glances at him as he chopped vegetables and sautéed meat...

The way his toned muscles rippled under his T-shirt as he navigated the kitchen was too much for you to handle that night... you remember feeling your panties grow damp in that moment, just like they were now as you imagined him pinning you against the kitchen counter and fucking you completely senseless.

Sliding your hands beneath your covers, you found the hem of your pajama pants while imagining Lino was right before you, telling you to undress for him.

And although your eyes were closed, you could see the whole memory as clear as day, playing each moment over slowly in your mind as if watching a clip from your favorite movie…

You thought about how you put the spoon down that you used to stir the pasta before walking over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist while sighing at the contact.

Envisioning the way he looked back at you with a mixture of pleasant surprise and desire staining his gorgeous features, you remember feeling his hard cock press against your front.

And back then, it startled you at first… the fact that he had gotten so turned on just from being around you—

“Minho,” you remember whispering to him, and you did the same thing now as you laid on your mattress with a heavy heart, your fingers slowly gliding over your bare cunt in the same way that his fingers touched you before.

In your memory, he only responded by grabbing your waist and kissing you deeply, all before lifting you up onto the counter and spreading your legs apart so he could get between them.

He leaned in close, his breath warm yet shiver-inducing against your face as he whispered back, “I want you so bad, ____…”

He trailed kisses down your neck, making his way to your cleavage where he toyed with your nipple slightly, and you let one of your hands grope your tits to mimic the way he touched you then.

Arching your back against the mattress, you recall moaning faintly as he sucked and bit at your sensitive skin, his skilled hands roaming your body beneath the thin fabric of your shirt.

You reached down for the button on his jeans and undid it before pulling down his zipper to free his aching cock, and you remember stroking it gently as you felt it twitch in your hand.

Lino groaned at your touch, and it wasn’t long before he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you to the edge of the counter, positioning himself at your entrance while teasing your clit with the tip of his cock.

You whimpered, both back then and presently while laying in bed, and you begged him to fuck you as if he was actually there with you.

Using your index and middle finger, you jammed them inside your cunt, crying out in pleasure while imagining your pathetic digits were your best friend’s fat cock thrusting inside you.

You remember being fucked rough and fast by him as his balls slapped against your ass with every snap of his hips, and you could feel yourself growing closer and closer to orgasming.

“M-Minho, I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, feeling your walls clench around your fingers as you kept fingering yourself to the memory of him making you love to you, and you eventually did just that…

Your climax ripped through your body like a freight train, and you imagined Minho’s orgasm following yours soon after, filling you up with his hot release.

Panting out loud, you slipped your fingers from your cunt, only opening your eyes slightly now as you melted back into reality, wishing that Minho could be right beside you now like he was back then…

You thought about the way he looked at you with a satisfied smile before pulling you into a tight embrace.

“I love you, ____,” his voice responded in the back of your mind as a gentle whisper, and you felt yourself becoming sleepy as you turned to lay on your side, still shaken up from climaxing so fast…

“I love you too, Minho,” you whispered to yourself as if he could hear it, smiling with closed eyes as you finally fell fast asleep, just mere hours from facing the morning ahead of you…

THE NEXT MORNING came by faster than you expected as a now fully clothed and much less sweaty Minho stood at your doorstep, a dainty porcelain dish resting in the grasp of his veiny hands.

You had invited him over to stay over at your place until the broken AC situation at his place got sorted out, and you were more than ready to spend the next few days with him under the same roof as you…

“I come bearing treats,” he chirped with a smile as you welcomed him in with a friendly hand.

He was wearing a dark turtleneck sweater and dark pants to match with an auburn, plaid trench coat to top of his gold accessories.

“Oh, Minho,” you began while taking the tray from him, a certain smell having distracted your train of thought, “you didn't have to go out of your way and… wait… is there espresso in this?”

“Mhm,” your friend nodded proudly while kicking off his shoes before making his way to your all-too-familiar kitchen where he opened the fridge door for you, “with mascarpone creammm, lady fingersss, cocoa powderrrr—”

“You made me tiramisu?” You asked with widened eyes, making him chuckle a bit at your shocked reaction.

“As a symbol of my appreciation since you opened your home up to me, of course,” Lino smiled before leaning against the kitchen counter, and you couldn’t help yourself from giving him a hug in this moment.

At first, his body tensed up at the way your hands felt upon wrapping around him so suddenly, but he eventually relaxed as you lazily spoke the words, “You feel like a human oven right now…”

“And you feel like a freezer,” Minho returned while chuckling, just as you broke from the hug.

“Yea... I guess that happens sometimes when your air conditioner isn't busted…” you shrugged sarcastically, and Minho gives you a painfully forced laugh before following your trail back to the living room—

“Where're your cats?” You inquire, noticing that he had brought all of their play and food gear, but the pets themselves were no where in sight.

“Oh, they're waiting for me in the car, actually,” he said, walking past you to put his shoes back on at the front door.

“So your precious little felines are too good for a local pet-sitter now?” You tease, feeling your heart warm up at the sound of him snickering at your comment.

“Not just that,” he began, “my little kitties are angel's indeed, but I'm not ignorant to the fact that they can be a handful... even for me...”

You let his words sink in, taking a mental note of what he said.

“Want me to help you gather them from your car then?” You offer, meeting him where he stood at the door now.

“Please,” Minho scoffed, side-eyeing you with a small smirk, “you doubt that I can handle my own three baby's or something? I mean... c'mon, have you seen my arms lately?”

“No, actually... just your thighs,” you said while tilting your head at him, clearly checking him out, and the look he gives you would’ve otherwise knocked you clean off your feet if he was any closer to you—

Beep beep.

The sound of Minho’s car blared in the distance as you pressed to “UNLOCK” bottom on his keys upon the two of you making your way outside together.

Single-handedly, Minho opens the door for himself, and you watch with a shy smile as he scoops his cats up in his arms, their dainty paws tugging and scratching at his jacket almost immediately.

“So much for making me feel loved and cherished, you guys...” Minho says jokingly as of his cats can understand his words, and you help by opening the door for him to come back inside when you get a notification from your phone.

The sound catches Minho’s attention immediately, but you’re not aware of the dinging until you hear it again… and again, til you hear it a total of five times.

“Looks like someone’s popular today,” your friend says from behind you while setting his cats down to roam the house freely.

“Eh, it’s probably just my boss,” you return while walking over to your desk to see who the message is from, “I have a meeting later today, and he’s probably just wondering if I’m still up for it…”

Her boss?… Sending her more than three messages in a row?… Minho thought to himself in the back of his mind, and his ears are quick to notice how quiet you get suddenly.

He waits for you to say something… anything at all, but you remain silent, a focused expression taking over your face now as your thumbs tap your phone screen like crazy.

Ding.

Another message comes through, and Minho can’t ignore the curiosity brewing inside him anymore.

“Who’re you texting?”

“A friend… good thing it wasn’t my boss…”

“What friend?” He asks again, and he’s trying to hide the irritation in his voice as you fail to look him in the eyes while speaking to him.

“Just Jake…”

“Jake?” Minho repeated, almost sounding disgusted that you had even said such a thing, “you mean that… that dog guy?”

“If that’s what people are calling him these days, then yes, that dog guy,” you return plainly, eyes still glued to your phone.

Minho makes sure your front door is locked before walking past you to grab the remote from your desk, clicking the TV on so his cats could watch something while sitting on your couch.

“Whatever,” he scoffed beneath his breath, and you only spare him a quick glance before going right back to texting, “you’re clearly more of a cat person anyways… right?”

“Lino, he was just wishing me good luck at my meeting, alright?”

Yea, the meeting you didn’t even bother telling me about, Minho thought to himself again before your voice interrupted him to say:

“It’s really not that deep…”

“Right… not like I'd expect much depth from Mr. Short-Stuff to begin with—”

“Bro, knock it off, will you? You two are literally the same height for crying out loud…”

“Who said I was talking about height?”

You look up from your phone, giving him a deadpan look as you sighed with frustration, “Minho…”

“Alright, alright, I'm knocking it off now, relax…” he said as the sound of a random TV show filled h the w background now, and he internally rolled his eyes at the way you were acting with him now.

“Thank you…” you replied half-heartedly before setting your phone down on your desk finally, “and enough about Jake for the rest of the time you’re here, please… he's not a concern to you…”

“Yea, of course,” Minho sarcastically agreed as he made his way over to sit on the couch with his cats, “no concerns… no worries… you and I are just friends at the end of the day, too, right?”

“Right… just friends…” you returned, just as the alarm clock on your phone went off this time.

“Shit, I gotta get ready… I’ll be doing my meeting here at my desk, so if you could turn the TV off once I come back, that’d be great, yea?” You asked in a rushed tone, and Minho simply nodded, right before you made your way to your bedroom, closing the door behind you.

Sighing, the poor guy couldn’t help but feel threatened by Jake’s presence in your life… and as hard as it was for Minho to admit, Jake was a good looking guy who had an equally attractive personality to go with it…

“We’re just friends,” Minho said to himself in a mocking tone as his cat Dori crawled into his lap, purring softly for cuddles…

“Yea,” he continued to say out loud, feeling the stress in his hands barely ease away as he massaged the top of Dori’s head, “friend’s who fuck each other…”

ABOUT AN HOUR had passed before your meeting was finally all done and over with, and to your favor, everything turned out great!…

Though, you still expected to be glued to your desk for at least another hour or two as your boss had assigned you with a new company proposal to work on.

Your home-printer had just finished spitting out a stack of 25 sheets of paper that you were expected to have proof-read and revised by the next morning.

Yes, you genuinely did love your job… but sometimes, the workload could be a handful, and it wasn’t helping one bit that Lino and his cats were having a play date just a few feet away from you.

Cat toys like fuzzy balls and squeaky fish decorated your floor like a daycare center as the three animals crawled on every surface they could in your home.

Paying Minho a quick look, he was still sitting on the couch, Soonie laying on his chest as he brushed over her fluffy body with his hand, cooing at the sleepy creature…

Seeing Minho behave so lovingly with his pets always touched a soft spot inside you, and that’s when he senses your eyes are on him, turning his head on the couch briefly to return a glance.

“Beautiful, isn’t she?” He began, and the cat visibly purred at the feeling of Minho’s deep voice vibrating against her body.

“Very,” you said softly, looking away now as you reached for the nearby stapler, clipping the stack of paper in place, “so beautiful that it’s distracting, in fact…”

“I wasn’t talking to you, silly,” Minho chuckles, making your eyebrows screw into confused squiggles—

“I was asking Soonie about you…” he finishes, looking back at your for a second with a loving look in his eyes, and you try not to smile at his words, only because you know how much he likes teasing you for getting flustered with him…

You loved the way Lino’s presence always had a way of warming you up from the outside-in, and you almost started to feel guilty for giving him such a hard time earlier.

Clink!… Splash…

“Dori, watch out!” You called out suddenly with a loud voice, and Minho turns to see what you’re yelling about.

“That’s Doongie, ____… she’s the orange one, remember?” Minho asked jokingly, but you’re too distressed now to pay his humor any mind.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have bought so many cats so I could recall their goofy names better…” you sighed with a broken voice now, looking at the mess before you that Minho was still oblivious to…

Dori, Doongie, or whatever he name was had leaped onto your desk out of excitement, only to knock over your cup of coffee, causing it to spill all over the documents you just printed…

And yea, it was obviously an accident, but this was the second time today that you ran into an obstacle since Minho arrived, and you couldn’t hold back your anger anymore…

“Heyyy, that’s not nice,” Minho began with a pout, though his voice sounded quiet in your ears as your eyes started to brim with frustrated tears, “my kittie's were very respectful when you first joined the family… even when you always stole their daddy’s attention…”

With a quiet sniffle, you wiped the tears from your eyes as fast as you could before Lino could notice it, sulking to yourself as you thought about how long it’d take to reprint all the papers and go over them with new revisions again…

“You’re right, Lino,” you said in a weak voice, picking up the curious orange cat from your desk as she was only starting to track coffee-paw prints all over your keyboard, “And sorry, Doongie… I shouldn’t have yelled at you...”

Everything was stressing you out, at this point, and it only made you feel worse for being such a miserable host to Minho, especially in his first day over.

“I’ll come back in a bit to clean this up, but I just need to lay down for a minute if that’s okay?” You whispered, and by time Lino could process everything that was happening l, you were already walking off back to your room.

“C-clean up?… ____, come back please,” Minho stood up from the couch, calling after you only to have you shut the door at his words… literally…

A small sigh fell from his lips as he walked over to where you sat, and he’s just now becoming aware of the huge mess of coffee and soggy papers all over your desk.

“Oh, Doongie…” Minho sighed again, looking back at his cat who sat quietly at the very top of the cat tree set, playing with one of the fuzzy toy balls she had carried from the floor, “way to go ruining my romantic moment…”

MINHO TOOK IT upon himself to help and tidy things up while you were regathering yourself in your bedroom.

Sure, he usually didn’t handle household chores much beyond cooking or baking, but he still made it his duty to correct some of the damage he had cost in one way or another.

A pile of dirty dishes in your sink became the centerpiece of your kitchen, coupled with the mini trashcan in the corner being filled to the top with old coffee pods, crumbled up sheets of paper, and takeout containers.

Though, by now he had already replaced the dirty trash bag with a new one, wiped off the coffee splatters from your desk and keyboard, printed a new copy of your work documents, and jotted down all the revisions you made to the best of his ability,

All that was left to do now was tackle the dishes you left behind...

Running some warm and bubbly water for the dishes, Minho slipped on a pair of rubber gloves, grabbed a sponge, and started scrubbing away.

You could faintly hear the clinking of plates from your room which made you run out to see what he was up to.

“Hello again, stranger….” Minho greeted sarcastically, despite the way he smiled at you.

“Hey…” you returned quietly while walking behind him and wrapping your arms at his waist... a gesture you're just now realizing you did a little too frequently to call yourselves just friends...

“You didn’t have to do all this,” you continued, looking beside his frame to watch as he rinsed the bubbles from around the sink, “I should be cleaning my own messes, Minho... you're supposed to be a guest, for Christ's sake…”

“I know,” he says softly, mirroring the tranquility in your tone, “just figured you could use the extra help, though…”

Slipping off the gloves, he hangs them over the sink, before removing your hands from hugging him, “Go in the den real quick, and I'll meet you in there...”

And either being too exhausted to object or simply obedient to his dominance, you do exactly as he says, walking back to the living room and taking a seat on the couch... and you're glad to find that his cats are sleeping in their shared kitty bed, resting soundly together.

Meanwhile, Minho was busy rummaging through your fridge, looking for the dessert tray he had brought earlier. He wanted to cute you a nice square of tiramisu from the dish before heading back to the living room, a single fork clad in his grasp.

You watched him with a raised eyebrow as he approached, placing the plate of tiramisu in your hands. He then settled at the end of the couch across from you, reaching down to grab your ankles and pull your legs toward him.

That was odd, you thought to yourself, very odd...

“So, let's skip the bullshit here and cut straight to the chase,” he began in a low voice, shamelessly letting his fingers trail up your calves before parting your legs open at the knees; “You’ve been trying to avoid me, haven't you?”

You let yourself blink a few times before challenging him in a similarly catty tone, “I don’t know, have you given me a reason to?”

“Of course not… Hell, I even made you this fancy ass dessert from scratch... you should be praising the air I breathe right now...”

“Alright, Gordon Ramsey... give me a second to taste it first and then I’ll decide if you deserve that much…” You replied, taking the fork that he handed to you from his grasp before sticking it into the fluffy treat and bringing it to your mouth.

“Finally... now how's it taste?” He asks, tilting his head at how long you took to swallow such a small bite.

“It's delicious,” you return with a nonchalant voice to egg him on even more, even though deep down you had to fight the urge to take another bite.

It was almost shocking how good it tasted, and his ratio of all the ingredients was worth cultivating an entire culinary study for...

Though, your train of thought was soon interrupted once he leaned in closer to you, resting his flexed hands on the couch armrest you laid your head on, caging you beneath his frame...

“Y'know... you seemed much more pleasant over text the other night, but now... you're cold… what changed?” Minho asked, and you fought the feeling of nerves growing within your stomach, thinking back to how you imagined him on top of you just like this while you fucked yourself dizzy with your fingers...

“Maybe it’s this,” you whispered, tugging at the lower hem of his shirt, as a glint of playfulness flickered in his eyes, “you should know by now how bothered I get when thing's keep getting in the way of my desires...”

“Good, then. I’ll keep it on so you have something to hang onto,” he returned through a smirk, and you scoffed at him, right before taking another bite of the tiramisu.

“Please, just drop the act, ____,” Minho chuckled at your failed attempt at being intimidating, “You’ve practically been eye fucking me this whole time, anyway, so it's no surprise you’ve been so moody all day… you need me to fuck your nerves away, huh?”

“Oh, don't flatter yourself, Minho,” you retort, even though the dirty manner of his words makes you feel a rush inside.

Clink.

You take the fork, digging into the tiramisu once more as you gathered a hefty forkful, right before feeding some to Minho.

Though, a bit of the cream lingers at the corner of his mouth, and you moisten the tip of your thumb with your own spit before swiping at his lips and asking, “You always eat this messy?”

And Minho only responds with the fattest smirk you've seen all day, grabbing your wrist as he took your whole thumb in his mouth, humming around it as he sucked it clean before releasing it with a pop.

“You freaky bastard—”

“Just admit that you miss my touch…” Minho interrupts your insult, his voice laced with seduction as he shimmies all the way between your legs now, pressing his crotch against yours, “you’re doing anything you can to put your hands on me, anyway… so why don't you just take what you want?”

His question meddles in the fog of your mind, and you feel your heart rate start to increase just from having his body pressed so close to yours...

It was different from the times when you'd innocently hug him... it was different from the fantasies you had in the darkness of your room while completely alone... and above all, it was different when you were sober, fully present to experience every emotion bubbling inside you, even the nervous ones.

“Poor baby,” Lino pouts, and his voice pulls you back from your thought, shivering from wishing as he takes the cold, metal fork and runs it along the side of your neck, “you're too shy for your own good...”

His words resound in the back of your mind again, and you're not sure how long they linger there, but before you know it, he has his lips against yours, kissing you deeply as the thought of tiramisu is long gone, the pastry plate sitting on the floor now.

And he's groaning into your mouth, the taste of espresso on his tongue making you chase his lips even more, but only for his hand to keep pushing you down by the chest.

“M-Minho,” you mumble in between kissing him, “could you stop teasing me for one fucking second, please?...”

He lets himself chuckle at your neediness, smiling against your lips now as he whispers, “Sorry, kitty... I just like getting you worked up sometimes...”

And that's when your turn comes around to make him feel flustered as you let one of your hands find the base of his neck, and his breath hitches as you squeeze slightly, watching as the sexiest smirk overtakes his face now.

Leaning back down, Minho kisses you even harder now, and his hips can't help but to grind against you, and even though his movements are gentle at first, you let out a desperate moan that let's him know to keep going.

Both your bodies were heating up like crazy now as Minho's hand slowly crept under the soft cotton of your shirt, caressing the smooth skin of your stomach.

His breath was just as hot against your lips as his tongue danced with yours, making you shiver with anticipation as you both explored and claimed every inch of each other's mouths.

Foul wet sounds were filling the space now as his pelvis kept bumping into yours, rolling against you in fluid waves as if he was doing the sweetest dance of lust with you.

Minho's hands found their way under your shirt again, but this time he reached for the clasp of your bra, unhooking the latch with deft fingers and freeing your aching breasts from the confines.

You whined into his mouth as his hands cupped the weight of your tits, letting his thumbs teasing your nipples to hardness as your hands got equally busy, clinging at his shirt as you fought to get it off of him.

As your palms made contact with his warm flesh, you dug your nails into his back, urging him closer to you as a shaky grunt slipped past his own lips now, glaring at you with darkened eyes as the pain you caused mixed with pleasure.

Breaking from the kiss, Minho left a trail of wet kisses along your jaw before stopping at the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder.

He sucked and nibbled, marking you as his, and your eye rolled to the back of your head at the tantalizing feeling of his rough bulge humping against your clothed cunt.

It wasn't long before you two decided to change positions, though, straddling Minho's lap so that his rock-hard erection was trapped between your two bodies, allowing you to rock your hips at the perfect angle to draw him over the edge.

And you both were cursing under your breath at this point, practically drooling at the sensation of you rubbing your heat against his hardening length through your clothes.

Forcing you down and against his body, Minho captured your mouth in his again, claiming it with urgency as his tongue mimicked the rhythm of your hips.

You felt your arousal start to seep through your panties, and that was likely the last straw Minho needed to let himself go, whining beneath you as your hips bucked against his erratically.

“Oh, fuckkk!” You cried out, feeling your breath coming in short, desperate gasps as Minho, with one final thrust, felt himself cumming in his pants, a warm and sticky stain rising to the surface of his pants now as you cried out each others names, waves of pleasure consuming you both...

Panting and covered in the evidence of your mutual pleasure, you let your spent body collapse against him, hearing his heart race against your head as you laid on his chest.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, a satisfied yet tired smile on his face, “that went by so fast, but it felt so good,” he went on, “so... fucking... good...”

You laughed at his words, feeling how his warm breath tickling the top of your head.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that,” you added, just as one of his hands moved up to stroke your hair slightly...

Snuggling impossibly closer to him, you hear him let out a sigh, one that started in agreement and ended in painful realization...

“I should probably get cleaned up now so you can finish revising that company proposal before the morning comes,” Minho says, but his words make you cling to him even harder, making it obvious to him that you had no intention of leaving him alone again anytime soon...

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[pixeldistractions]

In the morning, Jordan put some aloe on his sunburn. It was time to get back to the grind.

The morning session went as well as it ever did, which was not to say he made much progress. There were no notable falls to mention, and nothing actually broke, but the sunburn made every movement torture. So he ducked out of the session a little early and went to hide.

He already had a favorite spot in the adventure park. It was a small rock ledge that was flat enough for sitting, covered by the shade of a lone tree, and had a spectacular view. He paid a hefty price tag for these classes, so he would rest when the climbing got the best of his bruised body and ego. The best part—this was the only spot in the park where he got a good cell connection.

He checked his texts. Maria had sent a picture and an emoji kiss. 😘

The emoji was sweet, but it left him wanting. Her pictures left him speechless, but also filled him with ache. He knew the real thing, and nothing less would do. Not anymore, not after six weeks apart. He wanted her real lips on his, her warm skin under his fingertips, he wanted to squeeze her supple thighs and wrap her legs around his hips.

As it turned out, they both wanted dates on the calendar.

He called her back.

“I have good news,” Maria said. “I mean, I hope you’ll think it’s good news. I can have five days off on November 5th. Steph said she’d cover some of my shifts after Justin finished his exams. Or else a weekend on October 22nd.”

“Really? That’s next weekend.”

“But the train ride is almost ten hours each way, so I’ll only get to see you for about… twenty-four hours?”

“I would absolutely pay good money to be able to touch you for twenty-four hours.”

“It would be cheaper if I can get someone to watch Johanna.”

“And more time for touching,” he said. “A better bang for my buck.”

“Hmmm,” she mused, “Why does this sound like hiring a prostitute?”

“Ha, I’m in Nevada,” he said. “It’s totally legal here.”

She giggled. “Can you afford that? The train tickets, I mean, not the prostitute.”

“Well, I mean, I could probably afford it once.”

“Once,” she said somberly.

“Or both? I’ll pick up some jobs. We can do both.”

“No, you don’t have to,” she said. “I mean, I can pay for one of them.”

“Then both?” He felt unreasonably excited. She could be here so soon, and that was more optimistic than he’d felt about anything in weeks. Just ten more days. “What do you think? Then I can see you next week… But, I guess, only for twenty-four hours.”

“Oh, God, it sounds awful when you say it like that,” she said. “Would you be okay with that? I don’t know if I can do that. Twenty-four hours together and then just, like, going home? How can we do that?”

Then, as if to torture him, the morning sun moved over the lone tree and blasted down its midday rays on his burnt skin. His favorite spot in the park now felt like the fires of hell.

“Wait, please try,” he pleaded. “Please? We’ll have so much fun, you won’t even think about it. And It’ll get easier. In December, training breaks for the winter, and I can come to Wisconsin for a bit.”

“How long is a bit?”

“Longer than five days, I promise.”

“And then? After that?” she wondered. “Weekends here and there. Twenty-four hours at a time. It’s not even really about the money. I don’t know if I can keep taking long weekends and vacations. Unless I quit my job.”

“I would never ask you to do that.”

“You wouldn’t?”

Somehow that must have been the exact wrong answer, because she went quiet in the way she did when she was trying not to cry. He knew the difference; he’d unfortunately been the reason for her crying a few times now.

“Maria? What is it?”

She was silent for seconds more, but he could hear her breathing, shaky and slow. Then she said, “It does feel like putting it back on the shelf. It’s going to feel that way every time.”

“I know,” he said. “And I’m so sorry. But are you still gonna come? You can think about it. If you want, we can just do the November week when you can stay longer. I don’t want you to be sad.”

“Well, now I’ll be sad if I don’t come, too,” she said.

“Okay, then come,” he said. “You won’t regret it, I promise.”

He knew she wouldn’t be okay with this. He knew it before they even started. But he’d been hopeful when she wanted to convince him otherwise. Now there was a growing realization of what this would feel like long-term. It wasn’t the carefree dream life he imagined.

— from “boxes and squares #4.1: first fall apart” (2/5)

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[wa-kaizen]

— astro observations ༊*·˚

honestly, these are more random than anything specific.

- fuck the stress of virgos! have you ever seen a pisces when something doesn't go their way?

talking about that the 'angel face, secretly devil' goes to pisces, not cancer

cancer is the 'openly devil but kind to everyone so everyone just loves them'

capricorns cry easier than a child

if ur a libra rising how are those anger issues going for you?

if ur an aquarius moon i beg you to show your feelings once in your life i promise you almost getting run over by a car is a valid reason /hj

show me an aries without headaches! thats right you cant!

gemini venus can you like not cry over them? you were the one who rejected them!

virgos are onto older people 80% of the time especially if they are assigned female at birth

capricorns are the opposite

please hear out scorpio venuses they are always lied against for no reason

cancers have the most confidence in their body but also will cry if they get rejected by that one person at the gas station

sagittarius and libra risings over use emojis a lot

people born in october are always generally well liked by their circle no matter if they are an introvert or extrovert

a leo is probably mad rn that they arent included

jkjk, leos actually have a great tendency to do very well in sports!

ohh you are a capricorn? how is everyone trying to have a say on your business going?

tauruses are extremely good singers or insanely horrible ones and no inbetween

people born in the first half of any month are more likely to be intjs

october libras are very passionate about arts

while september libras are passionate too, but they are more easy going and chill

sagittariuses are more likely to become toxic parents

for a placement called aquarius they sure can't swim:/ i don't care where it is, they either can't or are not good at it!

most scorpios are very confident in their identity so aren't scared to present as something that's not usual for their assigned sex at birth

sagittariuses and cancers give too much love to the wrong people sometimes

on another note! scorpio and aries in the 7th house are more likely to become asexual! (or be on the spectrum)

- that's it, thank you for reading.

[ilycorisradiata]

toys - corruption series

ಌ toys: belphegor x male!reader

ಌ theme: he wasn't exactly big on a lot of kinks, but the thought of using sex toys on you, someone who hasn't used them ever? oh boy

ಌ cw: 18+ NSFW, male reader, bottom!reader, restraints, chair sex, sex toys, overstimulation, cumming multiple times, you cry, belphie takes good care of you<3, no beta we die so i apologise for any mistakes i’ll fix them later when i’m not tired, cross-posted on ao3

ಌ wc: 2.7K

ಌ notes: [link to corruption series] this work is part of the requested corruption series, this is part of the pieces for october !! i feel like i rushed the ending a little, but i hope you enjoy!

“You’ve never used toys before?” Shaking your head at him, his tired eyes almost spark alive with an energy you didn’t think he’d have from being constantly exhausted.

In an attempt to know more about you, and vice versa, you both took turns asking questions, it turning into not safe for work questions. Now, he wasn’t exactly big on kinks, not really finding an interest in such things. But finding out you’d never, not even once, used a toy on yourself? Oh boy. He kept it on the tip of his tongue until the questions got further along. Your limits became a question to him too, how far you would let him go. But it wasn’t easy because you didn’t know yourself what your limits were. So, he said he’d go quite far, and if you couldn’t handle it anymore, he'd stop. Suggestions on what you’d like to try rolled off his tongue, trying to bring it back to the subject of toys, wanting to try it out together.

Mutually deciding that this would be a plan for the weekend, since the whole conversation was a random late-night chat, and Belphegor wasn’t exactly equipped for what he wanted to use. It ended with a kiss goodnight and falling asleep, but as soon as he woke up, he made it his mission to find the right moment to slip into town. He’d have to avoid Lucifer to skip his student council duties to get ready for the plan he had, he couldn’t let things like that get in his way. It was the quickest he’d ran out of RAD, beelining for a certain adult store in town. Not taking long because he had an exact idea of what he wanted to use on you, the excitement took over him a little as he bought two large boxes of condoms in amongst everything. It wasn’t cheap, but he didn’t necessarily buy as much as Mammon for example, he’d buy the odd new pillow or duvet set that looked like it would be divine to sleep on.

The one thing he was glad about was that you said you’d wait in your room for him coming back, so that you both could hang out. He had forgot to tell you why he was rushing away, so you could at least explain once he got back. Asking for you to prepare yourself, only to get a question back about preparing for what. He sent a simple line of questionable emojis, and you sent a shocked one back, before saying you were going in the shower. Once he got back to the house of lamentation, he went for a quick shower himself. Wanting to freshen up because he didn’t exactly walk out of RAD to the centre where all the retail shops were.

Once he got inside your room, he dragged your desk chair to the middle of the room, facing your bed. Plopping himself onto your bed, fancy bag beside him, he waited. Hearing the shower shut off, he straightened himself, standing up and folding his arms. When you walked out, you weren’t expecting him to be there already, especially with his clothes being changed and not in his uniform. A small towel is all that was draped around your hips, and he motioned you to come closer with his finger. Snatching the towel, he dried any wet patches of skin he could find, smoothing his hands everywhere and leaving little kisses along the way. Spying the bag on the bed, especially the name of the store, you remembered your conversation from the night before and it was the only hint you really had as to what you were both going to do.

“Sit on the chair for me.” You wanted to question as to why the chair but sat down anyway in obedience. He motioned for your arms to lay upon the armrests, and you did just that. Kneeling down slightly, he shifted your position on the chair to be a little more comfortable and making sure the backrest was sturdy enough to lean yourself against. Bringing your legs up, he spread them and placed them on top of your wrists. This is where you were starting to get confused, and you felt embarrassed to be the only one naked and spread for him nicely. He bound your legs and arms to the armrests, legs hanging almost too comfortably over the armrests. Belphegor walked to the bag, dumping everything onto the bed and sorting through what he needed. Picking out a few condoms, placing one in his back pocket, and then picking up one more restraint.

“Belphie… What is all this?” Turning his head to peer at you over his shoulder, he smiled. It wasn’t his usual, gentle, smile. Mischief was written all over his face, and you shuddered at the fact that it was probably the only answer you were getting until you were into it. He walked over to you, hands gently touching your thighs, and placing what you hoped was the final restraint. This one went around the very top of your thighs, and a ring sat near your ass. Nodding to himself, he checked to see if you had prepped yourself, running a finger down to circle your hole and smiling when he feels lube. Walking away to the bed again, he picks up things that you can’t see very well from your position.

“This might be uncomfortable at first, but I’ll stretch you a bit before inserting it.” With a prostate-massaging dildo and lube bottle in hand, he walks back towards you, and you feel like he’s going to do that a few more times. Gentle hands smoothed over your body, his lips kissing your cheek to your lips, pretty little kisses before they deepened. It didn’t take you long to get hard, and Belphegor avoided everywhere but your cock. You knew it was part of the play you guys were having, something entirely new to you, but you wanted nothing but his usual touch. Kind hands softly gripped and pinched areas of your skin, and he pulled away from the kiss with a tug on your lip. Looking down, smiling yet again, his hands made a move for your hole. He started with one finger, painstakingly slow with massaging and stretching you out for the dildo, revelling in every time you attempted to push yourself further onto his finger. Rewarding you with another and then another, he smooths his other hand up your inner thigh, gripping onto it as he works you up. Before you could cum, however, he stops all of his movements and takes his fingers out. You whine at him, unsatisfied as he’d never denied you such bliss before.

“Patience, you’ll get it all soon enough.” Applying the lube to the dildo, spreading one of your ass cheeks as he pushes it into you and locks it into place with the restraint from earlier. He fastens the restraint around your thighs, pulling at the straps to make sure they’re secure. Walking back to his pile, he seems to pick up a few more things. It felt odd that he was adding so much for your first time, but you did say you didn’t know your limits, so he’s probably pushing past beginner and onto intermediate. He comes back over with a much darker look in his eyes, but that warm smile doesn’t disappear. It sent shivers down your spine, because of how conflicting it was. He held the rest of the equipment in one of his hands and reached for his back pocket.

Pulling the condom out from his pocket, he tore it open with his teeth, holding one end of the packet in his mouth as one hand gently took the condom out. He rolled it onto your cock, giving you a couple of jerks before pulling away again. Tease. That’s all you could describe him as of now, as he refused to give you anything further than that with his own hands. Your eyes had told him all that he needed to know, pleading. Continuing on without a cloud of doubt in his mind, he shoved a couple of the tube things into his pocket and moved the pink bullet vibrator into his hand. You could at least recognise what this was, however, he strapped it to the head of your cock, switching it onto a low buzz. It was a tempting buzz, nothing too major, enough to stimulate but not enough to push you over the edge. He finally moved onto the tube things; these were things you didn’t recognise. You went to open your mouth, to ask what they were for, but he was already putting them on you. They clamped onto your nipple, and when he squished a nip at the other end, it started sucking onto your sensitive skin. The second one sucking onto your other nipple not long after. Groaning at the painful sensation before it numbed and turned into an indescribable feeling, it was neither good nor a bad one.

“Remember to keep your volume to a minimum, you wouldn’t want my brothers walking in here, right?” When he was satisfied, he turned the dildo on as well, which shocked you as you didn’t realise that it was also something that vibrated. He looked at you, finger going under your chin to make you look at him, and he smiled. Kissing your forehead, he turned both vibrating devices to full, turning away from you and walking back to the bed to sit down. Every moan and slight scream you let out was music to his ears, trying to hush you every so often because of how obscenely loud you were being.

Your chest felt like an itch you couldn’t scratch, and then your hole and cock were just being abused by the toys over and over again without a hint of stopping any time soon. Your nipples would definitely need bandaids for when you went to put a t-shirt on later. It was all too much at once for you, but seeing how you went from shock, to feeling it was too intense, to drowning in absolute pleasure, really did it or him. He watched as you writhed, twitched, begged him to touch you instead of the toys. But he persevered despite how enticing you were being, it felt like you had switched places with him, trying to lure him in with sweetness but actually you were a demon. You weren’t heavily protesting, nor were you asking him to make it stop.

The sheer want for his touch, it was something you didn’t realise you’d miss until it was something else that was doing the work for him. The way he looked at you was something entirely different, and it was something you were enjoying alongside the pleasure. Sitting watching you from the bed as he palmed at himself, enjoying the display in front of him that he had set up himself. It all got so much at once, visual, and physical stimulants, and you came. And of course, cumming was a mistake. It didn’t take you long to realise that this was now proceeding into overstimulation. Your cock head was extremely sensitive, but the bullet vibe was not giving up in sending delicious vibrations all throughout.

Belphegor smiled to himself, seeing your eyes glance from your cock to his face, eyes pricking with tears and seeing how you were coming undone again and again. It was a thrill, and despite how tears were streaming down your face, you were definitely enjoying every minute of the pleasure. Groaning when he took his own cock out, watching as he stroked it slowly. He paid a lot of attention to the head, and all you could do was peak through one eye as the onslaught of vibrations were never-ending. Intoxicating, the obscenely loud noises coming from you was enough for him to finally snap.

“I thought I told you to watch your volume?” Before you knew it, he was in front of you, both hands on your knees with his cock leaking ever so prettily. He sneaked a kiss in, not missing the way you sighed at some contact from him. His hands slid across your body, and it felt like his touch left your skin burning. He took the nipple suckers off gently, deepening the kiss to stop you from making a sound. Tongue wrapping around yours, dominating the kiss. When he was satisfied, he attacking your chest, kissing, sucking, licking. It felt different from before because of the sucking device, but his tongue felt cooling against your nipples.

One final kiss to your chest, he turned the dildo off and removed it from your ass as well as the harness keeping it lodged inside you. He had lost his patience as well, as he lined himself up and didn’t waste time to slam into you. Gasping at the pressure difference, you definitely preferred his own over a toy. Both of his hands on each armrest of the chair, he used this to his advantage to pull himself into you. Slamming into you like it was the last time he ever would, you cried out for him. He still had the bullet vibe strapped to you, and it started to hurt from how many times you had came into the condom already. It would be a lie if you didn’t enjoy how it hurt though, as it was Belphegor controlling everything.

“Belphie− It, mmn, feels weird…!”

“Hang on a little longer, it’ll feel good… I promise.” This had you question briefly because it was already amazing. But that thought was quick to come just as it was quick to disappear, throwing your head back in ecstasy as you came for what you hoped was the last time. You swear it wasn’t like the other time you came, because the condom filled again but it felt entirely different, a clearer fluid, runnier than the last and you cried at the thought of how sore it would be to go any further than this. Smirking, Belphegor released inside of you, and it felt cool in comparison to the burning ache within. He removed the vibrator and the condom, tying it neatly and keeping a hold of it so he could throw it into the trash. The vibrator ended up somewhere on the floor, which would be found later. Your tears were flowing, but it wasn’t due to sadness, but pure overstimulation.

“Belphie… I−”

“You did so well for me baby boy. I’ll take good care of you, okay?” He cooed, kissing around your eyes, and licking away at your tears. You go to grab onto him, but the restraints refuse to let you, whining at the obstacle. Releasing you from the restraints, he pulls you up and out of the chair to get to your bathroom.

“Let’s have a quick shower, put some ointment on you and then sleep okay?” Undressing himself and pulling you into the shower, he helps you stand as he carefully washes you down with your body wash and loofah, being as gentle as possible. Little kisses here and there, he gave a small apology before cleaning you out, getting his own cum out of you. He rinsed you off and quickly washed himself as well, and it was your turn to smother him in kisses. He laughed, telling you to let him get washed and rinsed so you could both go to bed and sleep.

When finished, he dried you off first and then himself, throwing the towel over the radiator and dragging you back to the bed where he found the rest of the items he purchased. There was aloe vera ointment that he wanted to rub onto some areas of your skin, specifically your nipples, and where the restrains were. He sat you down to rub the cool product onto your skin, waiting for it to dry in before getting you to lay down beside him. You both spoke for a while, giving him light kisses and laughing at each other until you were both worn out. Looking at each other one last time before shutting your eyes and going to sleep.

[hiphop-rap-and-basketball]

rookie year | chapter 7

a lamelo ball fanfic by hiphop-rap-and-basketball

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x fem!reader

Word Count: 3,313 

Warnings: All characters in this story are 18+. Minors DNI. 

A/N: Long awaited!! So of course, let me know how you like it! Also, I kind of have a mental image of what I think Tristan would look like, but by the way he acts, I am curious as to how you guys picture him lmaoo, Let me know!!

A couple of you were excited for an update so enjoyyy :) 

Extended Warnings: Mentions of sex, swearing, sexism. 

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Tuesday, October 22nd 2019

Since your last shoot with Melo, you had been busy with many other shoots and sending out photos you had finished editing within the weeks span. You were getting faster and better at photoshopping now. It’s helped you get your income up and save more money.

You also had not seen Melo since the shoot. He has been so busy with basketball and you were busy as well, finally getting around to editing his photos.

The two of you went back and fourth over text after the shoot about him paying you. You insisted that he should not after his extremely large payment the first time around. He would not take that as an answer. He was being playful with it now because every day since then, he sent you $10.00 with his signature emojis attached to it.

You: Melo!!!!!

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: I’m not arguing

Apple Pay: $10 

Take it

$5 get you a coffee today too.😊

You: Melo seriously, you didn’t have to.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: you work hard on what you’re passionate about every single day. You deserve it.

You: 🥺🥺🥺

Stop

I can’t say no to that

Zero self control

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: then don’t say no😊😊

You: you’ll see your photos soon I’m almost done 😊

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: don’t sweat it, no rush.

You: thanks for understanding and thanks for your support😊 good luck tonight!

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: thank youuu camera girl 🕺🏾💕

Oddly enough, you and actually began gaining more interest in basketball. You began keeping up with Charlotte Hornets games and watching them when you had the chance.

Meanwhile, Tristan told you last week he was planning a surprise for you today and after begging him for days to tell you what it is, he still would not tell you. You accepted your fate and waited, truly not having any idea what he was doing for you.

You got ready for him to pick you up and when he finally did, you were still side eyeing him, unsure of what the surprise was as he swore you were getting closer and closer to the destination.

“Okay we’re almost here, close your eyes.” He demanded.

“Right now right now?”

“Yes! Quick, do it,” he laughed.

“Okay fine,” you yell back while quickly using both hands to cover up your face.

A couple minutes went by and you began to tap your foot, wanting so desperately to just see.

“Okay… open them now,” he says.

You uncover your eyes to see you were parked in front of the Humane Society of Charlotte.

“You’re kidding-wait.”

“No, Let’s go get your kitten.”

“Oh my God Tristan-“

You rush out of the car and rush to go through the doors. Nothing mattered anymore except getting your hands on a furry friend.

There were so many animals. You made you way to the cat section. You admired the cats of all ages. They were all in tiny compartments with nothing but water and a bed set out for them. It was sad knowing they were all there for different reasons. Knowing that all of them might not have a chance at a forever home.

You looked at Tristan with tears beginning to form in your eyes.

“Don’t cry,” he chuckled.

“But look at them,” you whined while poking your lip out. There were cats of all different ages and breeds. You continued to scan all of your options.

You spotted a black cat that was in her compartment all alone. You approached her and put your hand on the glass. She began nudging her head on up against the glass on her side as if her head was actually touching your hand.

“She’s 8 months, fully vaccinated and microchipped, she was just turned in due to the owner finding out she was allergic,” the worker stated as she approached you and crossed her arms. “Her name is Lucky but often times people rename the animals they bring home and that’s okay too. We’re just happy to see them find a home.”

“What… that’s so sad,” you replied, palm still up against the glass.

“Wanna meet her?” She asked.

“Yes please!”

Tristan admired the interaction. The worker took you to the area where you could interact with the animals in a safe space.

You watched as she brought her out. You reached your hands out to grab her and she immediately hung onto your chest. She stayed there and did not let go. You felt the vibrations of her purrs.

“Oh my gosh, she’s purring,” you cried.

“She’s the biggest sweetheart,” the worker said. I’ll leave you two to make a decision.”

She swiftly walked away and you played with Lucky. She chased after the feather wand toy you held out for her.

“Take a picture,” you said handing Tristan your phone. “I need to remember this moment.”

He snapped the picture for you as you smiled, holding Lucky in your arms.

“You think she’s the one?” Tristan asked handing your phone back to you.

“Oh yeah, don’t you know? You don’t choose the cat, the cat chooses you,” you replied and he laughs.

“You’re the expert. She’s all yours. Happy early birthday baby,” Tristan stated.

“You’re kidding,” you respond, still in shock at the fact that you did not think looking at kittens would be on the agenda for what Tristan had planned for today. “But my birthday isn’t until next month?”

“Little early, but,” he shrugs. “Timing was just right.”

After signing some papers and receiving a paper with a helpful list of things to buy for your new baby, you and Tristan headed to the pet store for supplies.

You brought Lucky inside, proudly showing her the way to the cat section. A place that you had visited multiple times before when you knew you would eventually get your own cat. After grabbing a cart, you rushed to the aisle and started plopping in everything you know you needed in the cart.

“She’s getting spoiled,” you exclaimed. “I want that one!” You say while pointing to the cat tower with many compartments and ways to climb.

You threw as many things in the cart as you could for Lucky to live her best life possible. You did not care how much you spent, you wanted her to be as comfortable as possible adjusting to your apartment.

On the drive home you remembered the conversation you had with Melo about needing to talk to Tristan. This was such a nice gesture of him, you wondered if you should just hold off and forget about it.

When you got home, Tristan helped you bring all the new cat stuff up into your apartment. Before you let her roam free and sniff around, you set up her litter box, water bowl and set her bed next to yours.

“Well, looks like we gotta put this parts together,” Tristan said while looking at the instructions that came in the box of the cat tower.

“Let’s get into it then,” you smiled before letting Lucky out of the carrier you brought her home in. She approached her surroundings with caution and the two of you admired her as she sniffed everything.

You wanted to play so music while you started putting it together. You opened up your laptop without realizing Tristan was over your shoulder. You realized you still had photoshop open with one of the pictures of Melo that you were editing.

“Are you serious,” he scuffs.

“What?” You ask.

“Are those from the same shoot or…”

“No, I had a second shoot with him a couple weeks ago,” you stated.

“You’re kidding,” he laughs. “Really?”

“Um… yeah?”

“I just don’t see why you needed to do two photoshoots with him,” he stated while crossing his arms.

You looked at him with a blank expression on your face.

“I can’t believe you gave him another photoshoot,”

“Tristan it’s literally my job,” you finally say.

“Yeah but-“

“Literally don’t get why you have a problem with this. This is what I do for a living. Are you genuinely angry because I’m working with another man? Literally if that’s the problem just say that dude.”

He was silent for a moment.

“Hello?” You yelled, fed up not caring about how your tone was coming across at this point.

“I’m going to the military,” he blurted without meeting your gaze. His eyes were glued to the floor.

Chills immediately ran down your spine.

“W-what?” You stammered.

“I’m going to the military. I’m going to be a Marine and I’m leaving to boot camp in California. That’s the reason I gave you an early birthday gift. I’ll be gone on your birthday. I’m leaving for boot camp early November. How can I trust that you’ll be loyal when I’m gone if you’re not even loyal while I’m actually here,” his tone was so cold his energy transferred the frozen feeling to your body. Your fingertips were chilled and your heart was pounding and filled with anger.

“Tristan Frank Williams you have got to be fucking with me right now.”

“I’m not,” he laughs manically now.

“Why the FUCK would you not tell me that was your plan? Why the fuck do you think because I’m doing my job and my client is a guy means I’m automatically unfaithful?” You yelled, vision blurred with anger.

“Don’t act like ever since he’s been around all you care about is making time for him and his stupid pictures. Matter fact, that’s slutty behavior. You tryna get with him under my nose and think I won’t notice? NBA players do not take bitches seriously,” he laughed.

“Tristan what the hell. You’re literally making NO sense right now. I-“ you scuffed in disbelief at his nasty words. So angry that you struggled to form a sentence.

“No. This is not okay. The problem is when you started to think you could talk to me disrespectfully and gaslight me. I’ve literally done two photoshoots with him Tristan. TWO. That doesn’t mean I’m having sex with him what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Yeah yeah you always say it’s gaslighting.”

“You’ve been the problem Tristan. All along! It’s been you! I’ve done nothing wrong,” you scoffed. Unable to spit out anymore words. You were in pure frustration at this point. Your new kitten started meowing loudly, looking up at the two of you.

“You’re scaring her,” he mumbled.

“I’m tired of you shifting the blame no matter what the situation is,” you stating lowering your tone now while you scooped Lucky up into your arms. “Get the fuck out of my house,” you stated.

“Really?” He laughed. “You want me to leave? After ever single thing I did for you today?”

“Yes, I mean that shit. Leave,” you grumbled.

“Tell me that one more time and mean it, I’m never coming back,” he shrugged, still unable to wipe the smug grin off his face almost as if he were proud to get you worked up, proud to be the reason that you were upset, not even attempting to fight for himself to right his wrongs.

You placed Lucky on your bed so she was further from you two now.

“Get the fuck out of my house, right now. I’m not fucking playing, and leave the key,” your voice thundering across the apartment at this point.

He looks at you sideways for a moment.

“That quick? Yeah you never loved me,” he laughed, grabbing the key from his pocket and tossing it on the ground.

He storms out, slamming the front door shut.

Your kitten meowed once more as she was back to standing by your side on the floor, having escaped from her spot on the bed that you placed her on. You look down at her. Tears in your eyes as you picked her back up and snuggled her in your arms.

“You’re so sweet,” you whispered to her as you felt her fur in between your fingers.

Tears streamed down your face as you snuggled her up for a while, she fell asleep in your arms purring.

You cuddled your new baby in one hand and used your spare hand to pick up your phone. You wondered who you should reach out to for support.

You scroll through your contacts and find someone who you had not had a conversation with within a couple months. An old close friend who meant a lot to you but since it had been a while since you spoke, you were not sure if now was the best time to text.

You: Hey Jordyn. I know it’s been a while but I hope you’re doing well. Miss you so much hope we can chat soon.

It did not take long for you to receive a reply and when you did, you did not regret it.

Jordyn💝💛: Y/N are you kidding! Please I don’t even mind how long it’s been. I love you. I miss you. Sorry I am definitely just as guilty for not reaching out as well. But, it’s 3a.m. in Rome and it’s been a long night 😂 text you in the morning? Well, my morning 😂

You looked at the time here. 9:00p.m.

You: yesssss please anytime love😊 glad to hear your living it up and traveling.

Jordyn💝💛: I have been. Oh it’s been a dream y/n. I can’t wait to hear how your life has been too. It’s been way too long. Talk to you in the morning. Well, for you it might be night but I’m sure we’ll just text each other 😂

You: it’s okay 😂 get some rest 😊😊 gn🌙🌙

You bring your hand to your eyes again. Texting your mom sounded like a scary move and a conversation of “I told you so” that you were not ready to have at this time. Even though you knew she would be on your side. She was definitely asleep by this time of night anyway.

You realized that the only one you really had left to go to was Melo.

You thought hard about it for a moment. Not wanting to prove what anything Tristan said right. But Tristan’s words were damaging. He does not know Melo like you do. Nothing Tristan said mattered now. His words hurt but you knew they were not true. You knew you were loyal and deserving of someone who loved and cared for you.

You looked at your phone now, beginning to type what came to mind.

You: Hey Melo. I just wanted to say thank you for being in my life lately. I really appreciate our bond.

You delete the message.

You: Hey Melo, Tristan and I are done and I don’t know how to feel. I feel sad about it but I am also kinda relieved. Am I a bad person for that?

You delete it again.

You: Hey LaMelo. I really wish you were here right now, I need some support. My heart was just broken. Haha at least I got a new kitten.

God no, you thought. Delete, delete, delete.

One more time.

You: Hey, hope your game went well tonight😊😊

Sent.

You searched up the final scores for the games tonight.

Hornets vs. Warriors

The Warriors beat the Hornets 113 to 87.

Well, I guess it wasn’t a good night for him either, you thought.

Your kitten was up and walking around now. You studied her as she made tiny steps around your apartment.

“You must be hungry, baby girl,” you cooed.

She looked up at you and meowed as if she understood what you asked.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” you replied to her with a giggle.

You got up and prepared some wet food for her. She went in on her little bowl as soon as you set it down for her.

You set her new toys and bed on the floor. You watched her every move as she spent moments playing then moments later completely ignoring her new bed and hopping on yours for a nap.

You decided to take a nice shower to wind down for the night. As the thought repeatedly rewinded in your head that Tristan was gone. How could he not even tell you his plan was military? Not once did he mention it. The thought sickened you and you tried to let it pass, letting the hot water build up steam in the cold bathroom and bring relief to your puffy eyes.

Taking quiet possibly the longest shower of your life, taking your time to get clean. You got out and lied on the bed, looking at your phone.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: hey y/n. Not the best game. We lost tonight.

You: I’m so sorry to hear. How you holding up?

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: It’ll be okay. Just have to go harder next time.

You: I know you will 😊

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: how about you tho? How’s your night going?

You: haha… welll… funny you ask

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: what’s the matter?

You: it’s okay, I don’t have to vent at this very moment we can always talk about it later, you probably have a lot on your mind already right now.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: tell meee, what happened?

You: you sure?

You stroked Lucky’s fur as you awaited his response.

Your phone began vibrating with an incoming call.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯

“Hello?” You asked without being able to contain your sniffles and voice cracking.

“Hey y/n what’s wrong?” He asked, the concern very clear in his voice.

“Um,” you began. “You want to hear the good news or bad news first?” You ask with a weak laugh, trying to make light of the situation.

“Oh camera girl you sound so sad,” he replied. “What’s the bad?”

“Well Tristan and I broke up and it was pretty ugly.”

“Oh Y/N I’m so sorry..” he trailed off. “Are you okay?”

“Honestly I don’t know. It hurts right now, he was so mean.”

“Damn I feel bad. I really I wish could be there for you right now,” he sighed.

“Thank you Melo, I appreciate it. Thanks for even calling to check up on me.”

“‘Course. If I could I would be there you know I would.”

“Thanks… I wish you were…” you admitted.

“Soon.. But what’s the good news though? If you ready to talk about it,” he chuckled.

“I got a cat… he bought her for me. Well, adopted I guess but paid for her stuff, It’s an early birthday present.”

“Oh early? When’s your birthday?”

“November 22nd.”

“Oh that’s coming up… why’d he give it to you before?”

“He… he told me he’s going to the military.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah..”

“And you didn’t know?” He stammered.

“Not a clue.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah,” you sighed.

“That’s-“

“Fucked up,” you finish his words for him.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. When I come back we can go somewhere special. Anywhere you want- to help you feel better,” he states.

“That’s so sweet of you Melo, thank you,” you reply with a sniffle.

“Take some time off you deserve it, I really hope you’re okay.”

“I will be… not at this second though. This feels hard.”

“Are you okay being alone right now?”

“No,” you say feeling the tears coming back on.

“Oh shit that was not a good question to ask, I’m so sorry,” he apologized.

“It’s okay,” you say with tears and a laugh. “I’m a big girl I need to learn how to work through it.”

“You will. It’ll be okay, I promise,” he reassured. “Just know, if I didn’t have basketball going on, then I would be flying out to be there with you right now,” he stated.

“Thank you, Melo,” you giggled. “Thank you for putting a smile on my face and helping me cheer up a bit.”

“Of course camera girl, get some rest.”

“Thanks, I’m gonna try.”

“Good night Y/N.”

“Night Melo. Thank you again.”

The line disconnected. You sat in silence

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My favorite girl

So this is my first writing...let me know what you think!  

warnings: none really, maybe a swear word or two.

Word count: 2,643 

(edited again 8/29/20)

You met Josh years ago when some friends convinced you to go out to a bar downtown on a weeknight. You realized quickly as you walked into the jam packed bar that several Blue Jackets were guest bartending. While you loved hockey, the thought of pushing your way to the front seemed ridiculous. You spotted an empty corner high top and almost ran towards it not realizing it was already taken. 

 “Oh, I’m sorry. Were you sitting here?” You asked the tall man who was leaning against the table with his drink resting on it, fingers wrapped around the glass. 

 “Um, yeah. Sorta but you can have it if you don’t mind if I keep standing here?” You couldn’t stop staring at his memorizing blue eyes and pink cheeks. The smirk on his face was one of a kind. 

 “Yeah, sure. My friends should be over here in a minute. They went to the bar.” You pointed over to the chaos. 

 “And you didn’t want to go over there, meet the hockey stars?” 

 “It’s not really my thing. I’d rather watch them skate.” You stuck your hand out to shake his. “I’m (y/n) by the way.” He grabbed your hand and told you he was Josh and new to the area. While everyone seemed to have Blue Jacket shirts on you caught a glimpse of the emblem on his golf shirt as he shifted. “So, you like hockey then? I mean is that why you are here?” Josh’s smirk returned to his face and his head tilted to the side like he was trying to formulate an answer. 

“Yeah, you could say that.” Josh stated with a laugh.  Your friends joined, gushing about the new defensive man, Jones, and how nice Boone and Murray were. You introduced them to Josh and kept on the small talk.  You didn’t think you would see him again.

That fall, you were standing in line at Starbucks near the arena.  As you looked at the board debating on what you wanted you could feel someone leaning in behind you.  

“So are you PSL kinda girl?”  The deep laugh and voice sounded familiar.  You turned quickly on your heel ready to tell off the boy who thought you were just a basic midwest girl only to find that sweet face that you shared a table with staring at you with that same smirk on his face.  

“Only usually have one in October.  I don’t have a typical order. And you?  Pumpkin Spice your thing?”  You looked at him waiting for a response. 

“Not exactly.  So (y/n), what are you ordering for us today?”  He asked pointing to the board.  You were shocked he even remembered your name.  You ordered two of one of your go-tos and headed to a table.  He was dressed in Blue Jacket sweats this time and you still didn’t figure out who he was.

“So would you want to plan to hang out on purpose some time?”  Josh asked.

“Like a date?”  The words popped out before you could even stop them.  “Don’t answer that.”

“I meant like friends really.  I don’t have any friends outside of... uh... my job.  Plus you are pretty easy to talk to.”  He looked confused but you thought it was from the embarrassment from your comment.  You slid over your phone to have him put his number in.  You sent him a text with a face palm emoji and this is (y/n).

That was it.  You became best friends with Josh Anderson quickly and he loved that he wasn’t hockey player Josh Anderson when he would come hang out and take over your television and most of your couch.  You would watch all the Bachelor shows together and if he was home in Toronto or on the road you would FaceTime to watch together.  His commentary normally had you laughing so hard you were crying by the end of the show.  He would make fun of you crying while you watched Grey’s Anatomy or the latest Rom-Com that he secretly loved and swore if you told anyone he would stop coming over.  He knew you hated any horror movie so he would torture you with them especially around Halloween which is always his favorite.

Your friendship over the years was comfortable.  His mom frequently spent more time with you than him when she was in town and his siblings would take your spare room if more than one were in town.  Josh fit in with your friends and you somehow fit in with his teammates, even though they still gave you a hard time about not knowing who they were at first without their names and numbers on their backs.

You had been texting and snapping with Josh all day.  He was headed back to Columbus this weekend to get his place in order and start training camp.  You were dancing around the kitchen with the music up way too loud making cookies.  All of a sudden familiar arms wrapped around your waist and raised you off of the ground.  Whispering into your ear almost kissing it, Josh’s voice was strong over the music.  “How’s my favorite girl?  I’ve missed you so much.” You squealed.  Out of being scared half to death and excited that he was standing in your kitchen.  You turned around and slammed your hand to his chest.  

“You scared the hell out of me J!”  You yelled before turning down the music.

He threw his head back and laughed.  He wrapped you into another hug.  “But didn’t you miss me?”  He gave you that smirk you loved.

“I saw you a few weeks ago in Sudbury for Nick’s thing, remember?  And you DID come to Columbus a few times.”  Meeting his eyes with a smirk of your own.  Knowing he wanted a “yes of course” to come out of your mouth.  He reached over your shoulder to stick his finger in your batter and bringing it to his mouth.  

“So what do we have here?  Is my girl making me welcome home cookies?” He sucked the batter off of his finger.  “Ohhh... my favorite.  How’d you know?”  You elbowed him in his side and rolled your eyes.  While the cookies baked you caught up, which seems silly since you talked or texted everyday so catching up really was the same old banter.  You couldn’t help but notice that he kept calling you ‘my girl’ while you frequently used babe and honey and other nicknames over the years, this one was new.  You were always called his girlfriend on social media by fangirls and they would be up in arms with Josh was spotted with another women.  You eventually set your accounts to private to keep the comments from creeping on your page too.  You two didn’t seem to care and he would have you accompany him to events especially if they involved kids or dressing up.  Thing was you never dated and the topic was never discussed.  When you went out it was always with his teammates or your friends to group things like concerts, dinners, and other activities around Columbus.  Normally he would come hang out at your house because (according to Josh) the suburbs were so much quieter and you actually had food in your pantry and fridge.  You were pretty sure it was the entertainment system your brother set up and the fire pit on the patio that he really loved.  Josh was always there.  He would sling his muscular arm around you and pull you into hugs and when you were out he wasn’t more than an arms length away from you.  You were each other’s person.

The cookies were done and ready to be iced.  Josh decided he was going to help you.  Hunched over with his sleeves pushed up he started.  You looked up and saw the face you’ve seen so many times.  The face he made when he was stopped by fans around town or at a team signing event and even when he bought you some skates and re-laced them.  This face of concentration always made you laugh.  Josh’s tongue sticking slightly through his teeth and his eyebrows creased together.

“So, are you ready for the season?  Did your training go well?”  You asked.  He looked up from his focus on the cookies.

“Are you really asking me about my training?  Like you don’t know?  We talk every day (y/n).”  Your face turns red with the look he was giving you.  It was different just like the my girl comments before.  He moves around the island and stands in front of you.  “Why are you asking about my training?”  He was too close for your comfort.  He’d been this close to you countless of times but something was different.

“I... I... I...” words.  Words were not forming in your head because all you could think about was the words my girl that he kept using and the fact that he surprised you.  And you backed up from him towards the hall when you eye caught glimpse of the table by the door.  “Is that for someone?”  Your eyes were wide as you backed up further and pointed at the gorgeous orchid now sitting on your entry table which was not there before.

“Yeah, they are your favorite right?”  He smiles while rubbing the back of his neck.  He quickly brushes past you to grab the potted plant.

“um... yes... how? why? Josh? What?” You could not formulate a full thought to save your life.  The boy you loved to spend every free moment with was acting weird and it made you feel things that you ignored for years.

“(y/n), you okay?  You like it right?”  He looks at you with the face that all the girls at the bars swoon over.  You saw it so many times and he was usually oblivious to the looks he got from girls.

“Josh, yes.  I love it.  But why?”  You ask face the color of a tomato and thoughts cloudy.  

“To show you how much I missed you.  That’s all.  Stop being weird.  Let’s catch up on Bachelor in Paradise okay?”  As he takes your hand and moves towards your living room.  Making himself right at home he pats the seat next to him to encourage you to sit.  

While watching, you slip into your normal ways.  He has your side hurting so much from laughing that you are sure you pulled a muscle.  By the end his hand was on your knee as your feet were tucked under yourself.  You didn’t notice it at first but then you feel the heat from his hand as his rubs against your leggings.

“Let’s head to Forno’s tomorrow for brunch.  I haven’t had it since leaving and not exactly on my diet once the season really starts.”  He kept his focus on the screen and his hand on your knee.

“Oh, yum.  Who’s all going?  Who is back in town?”  You were looking at Josh and not the television.  

“Um, most of the guys are back but I meant just the two of us.  I guess we can invite some of the guys but there is the end of summer party at the Dubinsky’s next weekend and you will see everyone there.”  Still, not looking at you and confident as always when it came to your conversations.  The sometimes shy hockey player Josh Anderson that you saw in interviews was not the same man you had befriended all those years ago.

“Really?  Alone?  The two of us?”  Your voice cracked and he turned his attention to you.

“Is there a problem with us going to brunch alone?  Are you afraid to be out with me in public?  Do I smell or something?”  He sniffed his shirt and then poked you in your side.  You smiled and blushed again.

“I mean we normally don’t go out just the two of us.  And you’ve been... different... today.  Like something is up.”  You poked him back and his face matched yours.  He’s fully facing you now and his hand has moved to your hand while the smirk on his face is hard to read you feel like he is reading you like a book.  A book that Josh has been studying since he landed in Columbus after winning the Calder in Cleveland.

“(y/n), I love you.”  You looked at him and smiled.

“I love you too Josh but what is up?”  Josh stands up quickly from the couch and is now towering over you from where you are sitting.  He starts to pace a little.

“No, no, no.  You aren’t hearing me (y/n).  I fucking love you.  Like want you to be not only my best friend but mine.”  Josh stops and is looking down at you with his piercing blue eyes and flaming red cheeks.  You stand to up next to him and start to talk but he puts his finger to your lips to stop you.  “Look, I know we’ve been friends forever and I love our relationship but I was sitting with Seth in the Bahamas and the only thing I kept thinking was why isn’t (y/n) here.”  You are shocked at what Josh is telling you.

“Josh, that was May right? And...”  He cuts you off again.

“Yes, I know.  I didn’t know what to think about how I felt.  It changes everything.  Even just telling you all this changes everything and the thought of losing you makes me sick.  But here is the thing, I want all of you.  I want to be yours and you mine.  My family already loves you.  I’m pretty sure my mom likes you more than me most days.  Your family is seriously the best and has taken me in for all the holidays that I can’t go home for because of my schedule.  You are my rock.  The place I land.  I missed you so damn much this summer it hurt.  That’s when I realized that this friendship was way more than a friendship to me.  You are my girl.  If you will have me?”  He combs his hand into his hair as he stares at you.  Your best friend just confessed his love for you.  You couldn’t put into words what that meant so you did something better.  Stretching on your tippy toes and cupping his face with your hands you moved closer to him.  Josh takes the cue from you.  He dipped his head down and crashed his soft lips into yours.  His one hand landing on the back of your neck and the other at the small of your back to keep you close to him.

“So, I guess that’s my answer?”  He asks slightly winded.  Smiling at you in a way that made your insides turn to mush.  “So are we making this official?  You are my girl?” He slightly kissed your lips again and loosens his hold of you.

“Yes, J.  I love you too.  But can we keep it off social media for now?”  You batted your eyes at him and he laughs.

“I’m not sure I can keep the guys from telling everyone.  They’ve all heard my pro and con list all summer.  I’m pretty sure they will be more excited than me.”

“More than you eh?” You poke at his rock hard abs and attempt to sound Canadian with your midwest accent.  

“No,  I’m over the moon.”  Josh says as he picks you up and swings your legs around the living room.  He kisses your forehead before putting you down.  “So, Frono’s tomorrow?  When do you want me to pick you up?”  

“How about you just stay?” your eyebrow moves up as you pull Josh towards your bedroom.  Your boy wastes no time sweeping you off your feet and carrying you towards your bed.

[sawyersick]

all the questions for that ask game!!! (or as many as you want lol)

holy fuck bee............................. ok get red E its a Lot

1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, what would you say?

Idk what I would say but I probably wouldn’t be that freaked out... the last person I texted is a good friend/coworker and I trust him

2. What’s going on between you and the last person you kissed?

I uhhh can’t remember who the last person I kissed was because it was years ago but let’s assume it was my ex..... he was a toxic pos who tore me down because he had low self esteem so yeah I don’t really like him

3. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would you care?

I would be upset if it was anything more than weed or the ocassional drink or if it was a full blown addiction and I would be mad if they didn’t tell me on principle...

 Also I would not be very comfortable if they did it around me because I’m a weenie despite hanging out in hardcore punk groups...... also I can’t stomach the smell of cigarettes im sorry

4. Is your last name longer than six letters?

nope! 

5. Was your last kiss drunk or sober?

sober, I don’t drink

6. Have you ever wanted to have someone but you messed it up?

like..... as a significant other? I guess. I’m pretty bad at telling my feelings to people and I’m kinda clingy when I like someone. idk if I’ve ever *explicitly* messed it up tho

7. What does your last received text say?

“sick” and then the sparkly heart emoji five times 

8. How many times have you kissed the last person you kissed?

lots and lots and lots.... unfortunately. we were together for a year and a half

9. Where was your last kiss at?

fuck bitch I don’t remember.............. school? my house? his house? the pool??? man the last five months of that relationship were affection-less

10. When is the last time you saw your sister?

I don’t have one!

11. What do you drink in the morning?

water and sometimes tea

12. Where did you sleep last night?

the car and then my bed when I got home

13. Do you think relationships are hard?

I mean everything takes effort... I don’t find it hard to do things for people in my relationships but I get frustrated when it isn’t reciprocated and I burn out

14. If you could go back and change something in the past 5 months, would you?

nah

15. You’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, any problems?

yes....................... many..........................

16. Would you rather it be sunny or rainy?

I TRIED to be a good emo and like the rain but tbh I get really reasonally depressive so I prefer the sun 100%

17. Do you know anyone with the same middle name as you?

nope!

18. Are you wearing jeans,sweatpants,or pajama pants?

jeans!

19. Do you think you will be in a relationship 3 years from now?

hopefully!! I met this real cute punk boy last night

20. Does anyone like you?

HA I doubt it......... I usually come off as the little sister type to most people

21. Have you ever kissed someone with a name that starts with an S?

nope! 

22. Is the last person you kissed gay?

probably

I suspected that he had internalized homophobia but also he was weirdly transphobic to me so I dropped it and pretended to be a cis girl around him which is weird because I think he liked boys??????????????????

23. Is there a person you CANNOT stand?

YES this girl from high school who talked about tentacle porn to school admins for no reason and did lots of other weird shit 

24. Have you ever considered getting a tattoo?

yes! I have a whale on my hip and I want to get tiny scissors on my arm soon

25. In the past week have you cried?

yes I watched queer eye and a disney movie lol

26. What breed was the last dog you saw?

I follow like 12 samoyeds on instagram but the last dog I saw irl was this ADORABLE black lab who was a service dog and he rested his head on his human’s lap when she sat down in the library and I wanted to cry

27. Do you dry off in the shower or out of the shower?

I have a towel hanging right out side the shower so I grab it, then step out of the shower

28. Have you ever kissed a football player?

hm idk I think so? I definitely kissed a guy who played tennis but he forced it on me so I don’t count it

29. Do you think you’re old?

yes because I hate tiktok

30. Do you like text messaging?

I don’t mind it!! The service at my house sucks tho so I prefer cloud based texting like instagram or facebook messenger

31. What type of day are you having?

A good but slow one! I had a really good night last night so I’m just resting now

32. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced?

I’d honestly rather get snake bites if I were to get a piercing but in general I’m afraid of facial piercings

33. Do you prefer warm or cold weather?

warm! then I can head down to the lake :)

34. Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you?

yes! he’s one of my best friends and I talk to him every day and he lives in scotland and I’d like to meet him one day

35. Would you prefer a relationship or a fling?

relationship! Flings personally make me feel icky and I’m over that

36. Are you a simple or complicated person?

I’d like to think I’m complicated but I’m a simple man..................... you show me whale, I like

37. What song are you listening to?

any song by Liily, all day every day

38. When you say you’re sorry do you mean it?

yes! I perpetually feel bad about everything!!!!!!39. Is there a girl that knows everything or almost everything about you?

there was! but not anymore because she ghosted me for no reason40. What made you start liking the person you like now?

This person is so cute and kind and creative and nice and sweet and fashionable!!!! and fun to mosh with!!!!!41. When did you last receive a text message?

half an hour ago ish???42. What is wrong with you right now?

I am constantly depressed and there’s nothing I can do about it exceot keep myself insanely busy but that means there’s no breather for me and also I probably have adhd but can’t afford a therapist43. How well do you know the last female you texted?

FeMaLe dude just say chick

pretty well! I like her favourite band and we talk like once a week at the very least44. Does anyone disgust you?

yes my ex was very nasty and tore people down to his level and also this one person from high school who fucked over my friends 45. Would you date someone right now if they asked?

depends on who.... eye emoji............. but probably yes I have low standards46. Are you in a good mood right now?

yes!47. Who was the last person you talked to in person?

my parents? but other than that it was thanking Nick from the band Unpopular Opinion for the lovely tabling opportunity last night48. What color shirt are you wearing?

white T shirt with a cat pink sweater with a cat49. Has someone recently told you something you didn’t want to hear?

yes one of my parents says nasty things when in a bad mood50. Anyone you’re giving up on?

yes my former best friend who ghosted me and this girl who keeps flaking on plans with me and also a boy who got mixed up in weird drama with me and his ex that I never wanted to be a part of51. Do you hate the person you fell hardest for?

I’ve never really falen hard for anyone, just periods of obsession. I guess I’m waiting for that one sPeCiAl sOmEoNe

52. Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t?

yes, but I’ll settle for waiting53. Do you like rain?

a little of it!54. Do you care if your boyfriend/girlfriend drinks?

I’d rather they not be a alcholoic because I had a raging drunk coworker who scared the shit out of me once but I guess I’d be okay with the ocasional drink/drunk night as long as they’re safe55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?

So many times... I keep my mouth shut because it would never work for one reason or another...... also I’m so SICK of having to make the move all the time I just want to be fawned over I’ve never had anyone do ANYTHING romantic for me 56. Do you like to cuddle?

.......................yes57. Are you shy?

not normally! I LOVE being social but in relationships yeah because I’m insecure58. Do you get along with girls?

yes? girls who don’t get along with girls are lame...... lift each other up don’t tear yaselves down59. Have you dated the person you texted last?

nope! But I’ll admit I thought about it haha60. What do you carry with you at all times?

chapstick, money, and pepper spray

ya boy don’t mess around61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed haunted house, would you?

depends on the haunted levels, as long as the “ghost” would only watch/appear and not scream or whatever or try to make contact I guess that would be fine? but if It tries to disturb me I’m yeeting mysef the fuck outta here because ya boy needs uninterrupted beauty rest62. Do you think you can last in a relationship for five months?

yep! I dragged one out for a year and a half when I really should have ended things much sooner than that63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship?

nope! Been single for around two years now64. The person you like kisses you on the forehead, do you find this cute?

YES HOLY SHIT65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week?

I fired some pieces in my pottery class! my mugs and bowls came out so well

and I met the cutest punk boy last night!!!!!! he’s so cute and very my type and I got to dance with him in the mosh pit!!!!!!!!!! tell me that’s not the cutest punk thing ever

66. How old are the last three people you kissed?

19, 18(17???), and 21

67. Would you rather pay to get your nails done or do them yourself?    

I’ve only gotten them done once! It was very enjoyable but I’m a cheapskate so I’d probably rather do them myself68. Which do you like better- Zebra print or leopard print?    

leopard print I guess69. Do you have any stickers on your car?    

one! A turtle from the Maui Ocean Center. I’d like to add a few more sea-related ones and maybe a totoro I bought at a con a few years back70. Would you rather listen to Luke Bryan or Lil Wayne?    

literally who the fuck even are these people71. Blackberry, Android, or iPhone?   

android 4 lyfe72. When’s the last time you had pizza from Pizza Hut?    

never? my DnD group would get round table or little caesars73. Do you like diet soda?    

I guess? I like it the same as diet soda74. What color are the walls in your room?    

one purple wall and the other three are pastel mint75. Are you 16 or older?    

yeah baybee76. Do you watch Pretty Little Liars?  

nope  77. Do you have a job?   

yep! I’m a windsurfing instructor   78. What are your initials?    

ZSKMTS

but usually I go by SS79. Did you ever have braces?    

nope! I’ve got near-perfect teeth :D80. Are you from the south?    

nope!

81. What does your last status on facebook say?    

I talked about meeting my favourite band again!82. Do you still talk to the first person you ever kissed?

no because he forced himself on me when we were young and I think he remembers and is ashamed and also doesn’t live near me anymore    83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad?    

idk, I’m close but not in different ways with both of them84. Have you ever done cheerleading or gymnastics?    

I was really good at the tumbling unit in 6th grade85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters?   

Once Upon a Time in Hollywood? I don’t go to the movies much 86. Do you smoke?    

no the smell of cigarettes makes me want to vomit87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops?    

I love heels but I LIVE in flip flops bc california88. Is your phone touch screen?    

yes???? damn when was this ask game made89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly?  

straight.......... I’m too lazy to curl it  90. Have you ever snuck out of your house?  

nope! I’m a weenie  91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake, or pool?    

the ocean!!!!!!!! But I guess a pool bc I’m afraid of the flesh eating bacteria in freshwater lakes92. Have you ever made out in a car?    

no but I HAVE made out on some random person’s lawn lmao93. …Had sex in a car?  

no I’m a virgin  94. Are you single or in a relationship?   

single pringle who loves to mingle 95. What were you doing last night at midnight?    

selling my art and listening to cool bands and dancing with cute punk people!!!96. When’s the last time you saw fireworks? 

the day after the fourth of July   97. Do you like the camera on your phone?    

yes! I just got a new phone and the camera is way better than my old one

the low lighting setting is  c r i s p 98. Have you ever had a friend with benefits?  

I made out with this one friend of mine like twice and then I never did it again bc I felt icky  99. Have you ever passed out from drinking?    

no I don’t drink100. Are you friends with people on facebook that you actually hate?    

NAH BRO YOU GOTTA UNFRIEND THE FUCK OUTTA THEM NO RAGRETS 101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?    

nope I’m a virgin102. Name your favorite Kesha song:    

Liily? did you mean Liily???? my favourite Liily song is Wash, Toro, or The Weather103. Do you have any tan lines right now?  

yeah one from the ring I wear every day  and like a shorts tan from summer104. Would you ever wear cowboy boots with shorts?

hell yeah but ONLY if the cowboy boots are bright red or hot pink no exceptions

[mautadite]

october book round up

19 books this month, which brings me to 125 for the year, and i’ve officially completed the yearly challenge! :) a little later than last year, but still earlier than i expected. i don’t imagine that i’ll read as much as i did last year, but i can still get a good bit done in two months i think. this month was pretty much just different flavours of romance, once again all audiobooks.

poison kiss - ana mardoll ⭐️⭐️⭐️ mixed feelings about this one. urban fantasy/paranormal with a neat setup and world building, but i feel like the author didn’t tell the story in the most effective way? not enough time spent on certain sections, time skips that were not needed, too many flashbacks. the poly romance was really sweet, though i didn’t much care for the love at first sight aspect when the third character was introduced. but this was a good book overall, with a unique plot and cast; might revisit the series.

the best boy ever made - rachel eliason ⭐️⭐️⭐️ very cute coming of age/ya romance. a conservative country girl is at first shocked when her best friend comes out as trans, but she slowly finds herself becoming his biggest champion, and then falling in love with him. took me a while to warm up to it bc i found the protagonist to be kind of obnoxious. and some of the later plot events were kind of ham-fisted. but i definitely liked it, mostly for sam and how good and kind he was.

i wish you all the best - meason deaver ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ BRUH I’M CRYING IN THE CLUB. this was a really fucking sweet ya romance. the main character finds themselves homeless after they come out as nb to their parents. they move in with their sister, enroll in a new school, and find themselves making friends with (and slowly falling for!) a literal ray of sunshine. this was great, another one of those books i wish i could have read when i was younger. dealt with coming out, depression, anxiety and first love, had great writing, and i’m still thinking about how great the ending lines were.

the neighbour - gerri hill ⭐️⭐️ eh... a book that COULD have been good (woman with a stunted career as a writer moves back home to take care of her ailing mother, finds herself falling for the rich lesbian player next door) but both main characters were so thoroughly unlikable lmao. judgemental, snooty, made jokes about harmful things, kind of elitist... there was one aspect of this book that i really liked (the main character changed careers later in life and it wasn’t seen as a failure, just moving on) but otherwise this was a disappointment.

the turner series - cat sebastian ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ historical romance!!! always a fave. this was a pretty fun series; first three m/m, last one f/f. a bit of mystery and intrigue in all of them, good humour, and a great cast of characters through and through. the second one was probably my favourite; one of the mcs suffered from anxiety attacks in an era where there was a lot of wrong information about mental health, and his love interest (a cheat and a scoundrel) ended up being the best thing that happened to him. although now that i’ve said that i just remembered how very much i love the third book’s protagonist (the rake, to be specific). standout character for sure. the last book has a dear place in my heart bc even though you can tell that the author doesn’t often write f/f, and it was a pretty short novella, it’s still historical lesbians, and i eat up historical lesbians with a spoon. (i could make a pretty bad joke here but lo and behold; i have GREAT self control.)

the secret casebook of simon feximal - k.j. charles ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ when k.j. charles is good, SHE’S REALLY FUCKING GOOD. this is a paranormal-mystery/romance book styled after the adventures of sherlock holmes (if you must know one thing about me it’s that i’m a slut for acd holmes, don’t fucking @ me), set in the very universe itself. not quite a pastiche but close enough, and it was so well written, with great world building around the magic and paranormal events, great characters, GREAT ROMANCE. told as stories published by robert, simon’s biographer and lover. i adored this and will definitely reread.

puppy love romance - georgia beers ⭐️⭐️⭐️ a trio of f/f novels centred around an animal rescue, and the women who work and volunteer there and fall in love there. each of these novels was really sweet, grounded in a way that i like for contemporary romance, and they all had adorable dogs in them. and i feel like beers really knows her way around plotting and pacing a novel, especially small town romances. but i also had pretty sizeable nitpicks for each of them lol. part of it is that i just got tired of beers’ writing style (as you can see, i took a break between the series). this is such a weird complaint but oh my god she uses too many adverbs lol. also there was always an emphasis on how amazingly stunningly gorgeously beautiful all six women were and it got so tiresome. idk who wants to read about women who are physically perfect all the time, but it’s not me. and one half of the romantic pair in each book (lisa, emily and sydney, in that order) had attitudes that i found obnoxious and were not resolved and i felt bad for their girlfriends having to deal with them. a fun read all in all, but some of those things rubbed me the wrong way, and i’m ready to take a break from this author. 

bound series - ava march ⭐️⭐️ a resounding meh. historical m/m romance that wasn’t bad, but there wasn’t anything great about it. i only read these like maybe a week and a half ago but i’m struggling to remember details. there was bdsm, which i didn’t hate, but i also didn’t care. the plot was bleh, the sources of conflict were weak, and one of the dudes was kind of an asshole. /shrug emoji

reverie - eliza andrews ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ god... GOD. the ride i took with this book was like... a really sexy butch took me out to dinner, wined and dined me, and in the very last course she leaned over and spit in me food. the premise: a woman on the run from her abusive ex-husband settles into a small town where she find herself drawn to the only out lesbian in town, a sweet butch ex-marine, and her mysterious nurse of a neighbour. this book was soooooooo well written, so well crafted, so moving, so beautiful. a paranormal mystery that actual kept me guessing. i was ready to name it the best f/f book i read this year, if not the best romance period. and then the ending. the FUCKING ENDING. i’ve rarely been so let down in my life. i’m looking at the four stars i gave this and wondering if i should go lower because SERIOUSLY. thinking about it is getting me kind of upset. this book could have been SO good. uuuuuugh. 

brothers of the wild north sea - harper fox ⭐️⭐️ this is tricky because like. this book was definitely like, not good lmao, but it was good enough that i almost feel guilty giving it 2 stars. this is a historical romance that takes place more than a thousand years ago between a viking and a monk. it wasn’t badly written, probably wasn’t historically accurate but i mean, i don’t care. but it was too long, i didn’t care about the characters, it was badly plotted, and just really confusing overall. i think harper fox is great at writing romance, but all other aspects of this novel fell flat.

escape velocity - anah crow, dianne fox ⭐️⭐️⭐️ sci-fi m/m romance. a linguistic researcher and a pilot struggling with his religious beliefs fall into a whirlwind romance. pretty cute. i found it too short as i find most novellas, but i think the authors did a lot in relatively few words. definitely wish there was more worldbuilding. kind of hope the authors have plans to make this a series.

nowhere ranch - heidi cullinan ⭐️⭐️⭐️ a sweet romance between a farm hand and his boss. i didn’t think i’d like it much, but it was pretty enjoyable! very simple writing stuff that fit well with the gruff, no-nonsense, trying to shut everyone out protagonist. i really liked him; identified with him a lot, and his journey into opening up, dealign with his anxiety and self-worth issues. and the romance was sweet (though oooof, some of the sex scenes were too much). the book went from being really raunchy to really domestic and i kind of liked that. the resolution came a bit too quick, but i enjoyed it nonetheless.

that’s it for october! still currently unemployed, waiting for the people i signed a contract with to call me. since i don’t want to dip too much into my savings i’ve been doing odd jobs here and there, and might take a more steady part-time job in the meantime? all of that to say: i probably won’t be reading as much in november. i’m currently reading the first book in the spencer cohen series, and not... really loving it, lol, so i might pass on the others.

[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Chapter 11

Title: Falling for the Holidays

Pairing: Dean x Reader AU

Word Count: 1856

Summary: With October ending and the holidays underway, that only meant one thing for Dean Winchester. It meant returning to his childhood home and spending time with his family. It meant listening to his parents, especially his mom, ramble on and on about when he was going to find himself a nice girl, bring her home for the holidays, and then eventually get married and have children.  However, Dean wasn’t ready for that sort of commitment, so in order to get his family off his back, he comes up with an elaborate scheme! But like the saying goes, “sometimes lies become truths.”

Warnings: Angsty-ish, One bad word (I think).

A/N: I said I wasn’t going to take forever to write the next chapter and I feel like it took me twice as long this time. Ugh. I hope you all forgive me. Thank you for being patient and thank you for showing my series some attention and love. It means a lot to me! Happy Reading! Please let me know what you think! I do adore the feedbacks, even if it’s a gif, emoji, or one word. Thanks again! xx

Series Masterlist

Dean watched her disappear through the crowds. Jo was about to chase after you, but Cass stopped her, reminding the petite blonde how you needed space when you were upset. Disturbing you would only make matters worse, unless it was Dean. But that was no longer an option, since the person she was currently furious with was Dean.

Without relaying a word back to his friends, Dean walked off, exiting the cafeteria. Cass, Jo, and Meg, just watched, not knowing what to do.

Sharing similar characteristics as you, Dean needed time to cool off. Usually, you were the designated Dean-Control person, but that wasn’t an option. The two people who needed each other was the two people who couldn’t be around each other. It was all… very complicated. Before you came along, Dean was a pretty private man. Cass was his only constant friend (his best friend.) But when you came along, Jo started to hang out with them, Benny and Garth came around often, and there were other’s who would stop Dean to say hello through the halls or in the library. Dean was an introvert at best.

“Fuck. This is gonna be some mess, isn’t it?” Jo asked aloud.

“Unfortunately,” Cass sighed, not wanting to think about the repercussions of the feud.

Dean went through the rest of his classes like a zombie, listening to what his professors were saying but not fully grasping it. He just jotted down notes he thought might be important, but didn’t bother to absorb the information like he usually did.

You on the other hand, used your fury to type down word for word everything your professor spoke, even his terrible jokes. You had no idea what he was saying, but your fingers had no time to rest. You needed to focus your pent up energy on something otherwise you’d lose it.

When classes were over, Dean dragged his way to his truck, sitting there for a while, wondering if you were going show up. Dean sat up straight when he saw you walking down the campus, but instantly slumped back into his seat when he noticed a black sports car pull up in front of you. The driver’s side window was open and Dean’s fists clenched around the steering wheel when he noticed who it was.

“Ketch,” he growled, intensely staring.

When his eyes averted back to you, both your eyes suddenly met. You were a little shocked and so was Dean, but you could see the pain in his expression even from yards away. Brushing the feelings away, you hopped into the car.

“Hello, beautiful. How was your classes?” Ketch asked.

“It was boring as usual,” you told him, glancing back in time to see Dean race out of the parking lot.

You felt a little guilty because you knew your words had hurt, but so did his. But you knew Dean better than that and you knew he didn’t mean what he said, but still… he didn’t deserve your understanding. He stepped over the line and now he had to pay the consequences however, the look he gave you when you said you never wanted to see or talk to him again made your stomach sink. Regret washed all over him and you knew then that he was sorry, but you couldn’t bring yourself to face him head on, at least not in a room full of people. You couldn’t let them see you cry.

“Everything alright? You seem a little distracted,” Ketch brought you out of your thoughts.

“Uh, yeah,” you sent him a weak smile, “just a rough day.”

“Oh. Well, if you want to go home, I can drop you off. I don’t mind a raincheck. You don’t have to go out with me if you’re not up for it.”

“No, it’s fine. A distraction from my distraction could be just what I need. I’m glad you called, I really am,” you assured him.

“Okay, great. Are you hungry?” You could tell he was trying to change the subject and lighten up the mood, much to your relief.

“Starved,” was you reply.

Ketch brought you to a quaint little restaurant. It was practically a hole in the wall. You’ve been there once with Dean, but neither of you liked what was served on the menu, claiming it was “too healthy,” but you didn’t want to offend Ketch, so you went along with it.

“Have you ever eaten here before?” He asked, as the he lead you to a table next to the window.

“I’ve been here once, when it first opened. Dean and I came here to try it out,” you explained.

“Dean? Was he an old boyfriend?” Ketch wondered.

“O-oh. Um, Dean is my…” you didn’t even have to finish the sentence. Ketch was more than capable to put two and two together.

“Oh. Your best friend. The one you told me about. I see. So his name is Dean.”

“Yeah. I mean… we’re friends and I figured I could trust you.” You looked at him with hesitant eyes, reluctant to believe that maybe it was a bad idea.

“Yes. Of course. You can trust me. I’m not here to judge anyone,” Ketch replied. A sense of relief washed over you. There weren’t many people you opened up to, so knowing Ketch was someone you could trust made everything a lot lighter.

“Thank you, Ketch. It makes me so relieved to know I can count on you.”

“Always,” he smiled with soft brown eyes showing his sincerity.

Dean raced back to his apartment, coming to a slow stop when he finally cooled down. He cursed himself for being an idiot, assuming that you had called Ketch to pick you up instead of catching a ride with him, but he couldn’t blame you. He had ditched you that morning and during lunch he insulted you. Everything was his fault. Karma was a bitch.

“Dammit!” Dean shouted in his truck, banging on the steering wheel, his chest heaving with frustration.

A knock on his window made him jump, distracting him from his current thoughts. “Dean?”

“L-Lisa?” He stared at her with confusion. “What—” Dean opened the door, stepping out of his truck when he realized it that she wouldn’t be able to hear him clearly. “What are you doing here?” He questioned, his eyes catching Ben in the car parked a few spaces behind her.

“We wanted to come see you,” she admitted.

“Doesn’t Ben have school or something?”

“Oh! Yes he does, but he’s in preschool, so he’ll be fine,” Lisa explained.

“Oh. I see.” Dean didn’t say it out loud, but he thought that it was a little extreme that she’d take Ben out of school just to visit him, especially since he’d be back home for Christmas in a at the end of the instruction week.

“Look, I know what you’re thinking. Why, right?” When Dean didn’t reply, she took that as her cue to speak again. “Can we just go inside and talk about it? Ben and I are freezing.”

“Uh, yeah. Sure. Let’s go—”

“Mom! I’m hungry!” Ben screamed, his voice muffled by the car window.

“Looks like the kid has spoken. Why don’t you both hope into the truck and we go get something to eat?” Dean suggested.

“That sounds amazing,” Lisa smiled, skipping over to Ben.

With everyone in the truck, Ben sandwiched between his mom and Dean, they sped off into the center of town. School had just ended, so the traffic was pretty heavy. “Oh. c’mon. I hate the afterschool rush,” Dean grumbled.

You were about to take a bite out of your salad when you happened to look out the window. It was hard to miss the red Ford truck passing through with not only Dean in the hunk of metal, but Ben and Lisa as well.

A loud clank echoed through the restaurant as your fork crashed onto the ceramic plate.

“Y/N? Everything alright?” Ketch, along with everyone else in the restaurant, stared at you with concern, a few patrons glaring at you with irritation. “Y/N.” Only when Ketch placed his hand over yours did you snap back to reality.

“What? Uh… sorry. I – I thought I saw something,” you faked a chuckle.

“What was it?” Ketch asked, turning around to take a glimpse out the window behind him.

“It… it was nothing. Sorry. I guess my mind was playing tricks on me. I must be really hungry,” you joked.

The rest of the evening, you were a little – or a lot – out if. Ketch had to steer you around many times, and had to yank you back from walking into traffic.

“Y/N, what in god’s name is going on in that head of yours?” He snapped, grabbing you by the arms and looking you into the eyes. You could tell that he was worried, so you weren’t offended by his scolding.

“Sorry. I think I’m just a little tired. It was a long weekend and a rough day at school.”

“Hey. It’s okay. How about I just take you home, hm?” You nodded your head in a response, allowing him to take your hand and lead the way back to his car.

Rounding a corner, you and Ketch came to an abrupt stop, almost running into a group of people.

“Oh, pardon u—” Ketch didn’t finish, flinching. “Li—B—umm, Dennis?” Ketch stammered.

“Dea-Dennis?” Your attention drew to Ketch. Who the hell was Dennis? You had heard that name before… Quickly averting your attention back to the group in your path, you stared at them. “Dean? Lisa?”

“Y/N?” Lisa seemed to be surprised as well. There was a flicker in her eyes when they barely landed on Ketch that had you thinking, perhaps, they new each other. “U-um, hi,” Lisa was able to pull her self back together quickly, a big smile adorning her lips. “Who’s your friend?”

“Uh, Lisa, Dean, Ben, this is Ketch,” you introduced.

“Dean? I think we’ve met. Didn’t you say your name was Dennis?” Ketch announced, his head tilting a tad.

“Wait, you two have met before?” Lisa chimed in.

“Lisa, do you know Ketch?” You added to the conversation, directing your question at the brunette.

“Funny story…” Dean chuckled, scratching the back of his neck, as he figured out a plausible explanation.

Everything was in disarray and everyone was talking all at the same time, holding multiple conversations that quickly started to make no sense. When you finally took control and stopped the madness, you all noticed that Ben was missing.

“Where’s Ben?” Lisa asked, snapping her head side to side in search for her four-year old son. “Ben?!”

Panic shot threw all of you. “It’ll be easier with we split up,” Dean advised, looking over at you, standing directly in front of him.

“Agreed,” Ketch responded.  

It took less than a second for you and Dean to pull your eyes away from each other when you noticed that Ketch and Lisa were gone. It was a little weird, but it wasn’t the time to think about that. The priority was Ben.

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[bluesfortheredj]

Okay so my idea is maybe she meets Richard on set of a movie and one night at a NYE party some guy gets fresh with her and Richard backs him off her, she thanks him with a kiss and they walk back together to her hotel, one thing leads to another? New Years starts off right for them.

Filming for The Take had finished a couple of weeks before Christmas, and a New Years party with the cast and crew had been arranged as soon as you all touched down in London again. The thought excited you the most, as you’d grown close to Richard over the past couple of months, and you had a feeling that something could possibly grow from this budding friendship you’d created. Getting home, your feeling was made stronger by the immediate text you received from Richard.

-Hope you got home safely. Already counting down the days ‘til NYE x

You squeal out loud to yourself, almost dropping your phone as you bounce around like an excitable child on the sofa, and then think of what your reply should be. It’s got to be cool and casual, as if you weren’t crossing off the days on your calendar, even though you really were, and yet it can’t come across as if you don’t care. Why was this so difficult?

-I did, thank you. Hope you did too. Not long to go! X

You read it over and over until you manage to persuade your thumb to hit send, then read it once more to check that you didn’t sound like an idiot, even though it was too late now. As you’re scrutinising your message, another one from Richard pops up on your screen, and the first thing that hits you is the amount of kisses at the end.

-Still too long for my liking xxx

You blush at his words, and in a sudden bold move that appears from nowhere you send back a kissy face emoji along with a kiss next to it.

“Oh, god, what have I done?” you ask yourself as you watch it send.

-

The roof terrace of a restaurant in central London had been hired out for the party, and you felt very underdressed when you arrived to see just how posh this place was. There were waiters with silver trays filled with canapés that looked more like miniature pieces of art rather than edible food, and champagne was flowing already. You take a glass from one of the men standing at the entrance to the terrace, then float through the crowd, greeting people you knew as you went, and eventually get to the balcony to see the gorgeous view of St. Paul’s cathedral before you. Hands land on the railing next to you, and when you turn to see who it is, there stands Richard in all his overwhelming beauty, his blue eyes sparkling in the fairy lights that line the short wall next to you.

“Fancy meeting you here,” he smiles, his accent making your legs wobble slightly.

“What a coincidence,” you reply, taking a sip of your drink to try and calm yourself.

“Would you like another?” he asks, gesturing to your almost empty glass.

“Yes please,” you nod, and you turn to watch him walk to the outside bar. A waiter with a tray offers you a tiny sliver of food and you take it gratefully, quickly stuffing the tiny bite into your mouth before Richard got back.

“I like a woman who likes her food,” a voice next to you comments, and you turn to see someone vaguely familiar standing there, but their name escapes you.

“Hmm,” you smile as politely as you can while you frantically chew.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here on your own?” the man asks.

“Well, actually...” you start, then pause to swallow, unfortunately allowing him an opportunity to cut you off.

“It’s alright, guess it’s lucky I came along then, isn’t it?” he grins, stepping towards you and placing his hand on your arm. You instinctively step back, bumping straight into Richard as he stands there with both drinks in his hands, but he soon puts them down on a nearby table and moves in front of you.

“Everything alright here?” he asks, staring at the man standing in front of him.

“I was just, uh...”

“Harassing this young lady? Yeah, I saw that. Maybe next time try and get your own date, yeah?” Richard says, watching as the man scuttles away quickly, and then he directs his attention back to you, “are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you smile as Richard places both hands on your upper arms, searching your face for any sign of something off, “thank you for your help.”

“You’re welcome,” he grins back, then the both of you stand there for a few seconds, your eyes locked as you try and figure out what happens next. He moves his face towards yours ever so slightly, then you take his action and run with it, leaning in to press a brief kiss against his lips. When you move back again, there’s a mild look of shock on his face, and you immediately start apologising.

“I’m so sorry, oh my goodness, sorry. I don’t know why-”

“Can we do that again?” he asks, stopping you mid-sentence.

“Yep,” you squeak, and this time it’s him who takes the lead, leaning in to you and capturing your lips softly as his arms wrap around your body.

“What do you say to ditching this party?” he whispers, barely leaving your lips to speak.

“I’d love to,” you smile, then he kisses you once more before taking your hand and leading you back into the building and down the stairs.

“Where are you staying?” Richard asks when you get outside onto the street, his hand still gripping yours.

“Just around the corner, actually. South Place Hotel,” you answer, and he grins as he shoots you a wink.

“I know the place,” he nods, “let’s go.”

You start to walk side by side, speeding up into a short jog every now and again, both of you giggling when you walk that little bit faster; the thought of what was to come overwhelming you both with giddiness.

Texts had flown back and forth between you both since you’d landed back in England, and the kissy face emoji you’d sent had allowed you both to show your true intentions, and the flirting had almost got to the point of sexting, but you’d both been good, resisting until the time was right and you were both together physically rather than just in photographs.

“This way,” you grin when you get in to the foyer of the hotel, tugging his hand towards the lifts in the corner. You both bundle into one together, Richard possibly pretending to trip up a little and managing to pin you against the wall of the lift, his hands either side of your head. You bite your bottom lip as you look up at him, and his eyes turn dark in front of your face as he gazes down at your body.

“What’s the time?” you ask, making him look back up at your eyes with a small frown.

“It’s, uh… Eleven.”

“One hour until new year,” you smile.

“And only seconds until-” the lift stops, making Richard unable to finish his sentence as the doors open to reveal people waiting to get in at your floor. You push through them, then run down to your door, unlocking it as quickly as your hands would allow you, and as you both fall into the room, Richard miraculously seems to find your lips again, pressing against them hungrily. There’s pant, moans, groans, the odd seam that rips, and a lot of shuffling as you both dance around the room trying to get out of your clothes without having to lose contact with one another, then you both very unceremoniously fall onto the bed, your bodies bouncing together as you land in a flurry of giggles.

Richard stills for a moment as he props himself up on one elbow, looking down at you in all your naked glory, and for a second you feel very self conscious, but as he trails his fingers lightly down from your cheek to your calf, you shiver with anticipation.

“I’ve been waiting for this for such a long time,” he sighs.

“How long?”

“When did we start filming?”

“Umm, the beginning of October I think.”

“Since then, then,” he nods, and you reply with yet another giggle, “it’s true!”

“Then shut up and kiss me,” you grin, snaking a hand around his neck and pulling him down to your face. He manoeuvres a leg between yours, then spreads them open gently as you deepen the kiss, his tongue now invading your mouth much to your excitement, and he lifts himself up to hover over your body before taking a quick glance down to line himself up with you and push inside. A long moan rises from your throat, and your hands travel down his back, pressing into his skin as he starts to move his hips, his lips now having fallen to your neck as he tries to stop himself from making too much noise.

A muffled cry against your skin is an indication that he can feel your hips moving up off of the bed and circling in to his for a deeper thrust, and you can feel your bodies starting to dampen with the first small beads of sweat. He calls your name when you start to pant aloud, the sound of how he’s making you feel turning him on even more, and one of your hands glides its way up his now sticky skin and into his hair, tugging lightly on the short curls. A ragged breath is drawn from your mouth as he starts to speed up, his climax imminent, and his mouth finds its way to your breasts, switching from one to the other as he leaves behind shallow teeth marks on the soft skin.

One of your arms pulls away from his body and lands with a thud on the sheet next to you, and the duvet finds itself gripped in your fist as your torso lifts off of the bed, feeling Richard’s orgasm shuddering inside you. He slows for a few seconds, regaining some kind of composure to keep going for you, then he lifts his chest off of yours to angle up in to you, hitting your sweet spot each time he moves. Soon enough you’re tightening around him, your breath stopping momentarily when you let go, and a loud groan leaves you as you relax in to the soft mattress. Richard kisses you again, pulling out at the same time, then collapses next to you and quickly eyes the clock.

“Happy new year,” he says breathlessly.

“I’ve got a feeling it’s going to be a good one,” you chuckle.

@springlady @nkalli @givemeanorigami @teaxcupxcake @pineapplebooboo @itisjustmethistime @parkerplexed @king4thesirens @disneyprincessbuffyannesummers

[imaginekpoplikethis]

BTS Bad Boy Collection ~ Part 2 ~ KN

It’s been a while TT but I’m back and technically on summer holiday until October so stay tuned. I’m slowly thinking up weird plots my dudes

Part 1~ KT Part 2 ~ KN ~ Here

You’d heard many stories of encounters with strange people, even stalkers, who persistently harassed people on their ways back home from school or work. Despite this not once did you ever think you’d be one of these victims. That was probably your first mistake if you were being honest.

It was a warm Tuesday night and despite it being only the second day of the week, you were exhausted. Recently, you found that school work was taking up majority of your life due to final exams and what was left of your time was swiftly snatched away from you by your part time job.

Walking down the surprisingly well lit street at eleven in the evening didn’t warrant any warning bells ringing in your head because, well, it was so well lit that it was almost blinding. Nothing ever happens on a brightly lit street. At least not in the horror films you found yourself watching with your best friend Hana late on a Saturday evening.

This assumption of yours was your second mistake.

Instead of quickly making your way home you decided that you could spare a decently paced walk for leisure, your earphones playing one of the newest albums from your current favourite singer at a reasonable volume. Obviously this choice of volume level wasn’t as reasonable as you assumed it to be and this was proven when you failed to notice the figures that had been tailing you for at least three blocks. By some miracle you got the urge to look behind you and noticed what seemed to be two boys slowing their pace at your sudden awareness of their presence. One turned to the other, nudging him and began a conversation about something he had suddenly displayed on his phone and the other dropped his eyes to said device.

Though it now seemed they weren’t interested in you, a burning feeling in your gut had you picking up your pace and closing your music application. You chose to keep your earphones in to give the impression that you weren’t interested in what they were doing. This way if their footsteps began to draw closer or they said something alarming, you would be able to hear it without them noticing.

You still had another several blocks to walk before you made it back to your small apartment and this unnerved you to no end. Would you be able to outrun these two boys if need be? You had no doubt in your mind that you were about to find out since the bright lampposts decorating the streets were stretching two shadows underneath your feet, two shadows that were drawing closer by the second.

Reaching the end of the street you made a sharp turn out of their sight and started a sprint which lasted all but four seconds before you collided with what seemed to be a poorly placed wall. You were sure you hadn’t ducked into a dead end so, with your heart thumping painfully in your chest, you quickly snapped your gaze up from the ground you had unceremoniously stumbled onto and were met with the surprised gaze of a young man.

“I- I’m so sorry b-but you see- could you help me!?”

Just as you sputtered out these words, heavy footsteps made you jump to your feet and both boys rounded the corner before drawing to a sudden stop. It seemed the sight of the man who was now placing his arm around your shoulders had made them reevaluate their actions as their eyes suddenly widened.

Your eyes too widened at the sudden arm placed on you and the smooth voice that slipped out from between his lips.

“Hey, you took a while. Come on I’ll walk you the rest of the way home.” He squeezed your shoulder and shot a pointed look at the boys before directing his next words at them.

“Is there a problem? What do you want?” Chills ran down your spine at the cold words and one of the boys stumbled upon his words to give an answer.

“Namj-! N-No. No there isn’t. Sorry, thought we knew your girl...”

They proceeded to cross the street throwing a quick glance over their shoulders to watch you and the stranger before disappearing down another street.

Releasing a breath you didn’t realise you were holding, you crouched down and wrapped your arms around your legs, pressing your face into your knees to hide the hot tears that were slowly leaking from your eyes.

“H-hey! Are you alright? It’s okay they’re gone now.”

You simply nodded, face still hidden and released a small sniffle.

“I just... I genuinely didn’t think I’d make it home let alone have someone save me.”

He made no sound and instead placed his hands on your arms, gently pulling you up from your feeble position on the ground and pressing you against his chest.

You stood there for a minute or so crying into the chest of a stranger who potentially saved your life.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home...”

Normally such an offer from a stranger would have had you decline but you were so shaken up from this particular incident that you simply nodded meekly.

He asked for simple directions and then began guiding you down the street upon receiving your answer. You had mostly calmed down within five minutes of walking and so stole fleeting glances at the young man. His lips were pressed into a straight line and you took notice of his eyes that were trained ahead. If you were going to be a hundred percent honest there wasn’t anything particularly unique about them but you, strangely enough, were still drawn to them.

‘Beautiful...’

Your eyes widened once again though this time at your own thoughts and you felt yourself get flustered. He looked back down at you and let a sympathetic smile dance on his lips, revealing dimples.

“You okay now? You wanna talk to get your mind off it?”

You found yourself nodding silently for the umpteenth time that evening and he broke into a grin.

“So... are you a student? Why’re you out this late?”

You contemplated lying to him but then remembered that he was your saviour and the least you could do was tell the truth. Not much harm could come from your choice.

“Yeah, I’m a first year in university but I have a part time job which is why I’m out this late. Honestly, I finished early. I’m usually on my way home at one in the morning.”

If he was surprised he didn’t show it physically and instead opted to looking ahead of you both.

“Is that so? That doesn’t sound very safe. I know I’m a total stranger so you really don’t have to listen to me but you should consider changing jobs. Finishing that late and being a university student on top of that doesn’t sound very healthy let alone safe... how much sleep do you get on weekdays if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Uh, maybe around four hours?” You didn’t sound so sure of yourself due to the fact that you sometimes didn’t sleep at all. Insomnia was a frequent ever since you started your, admittedly, crap job. The pay was decent but your boss was unrelenting which had pushed you to write the resignation letter that sat on your desk at home. Maybe now was the right time to hand it in?

“Four hours? That sucks. Isn’t that around the same amount new mothers get? Then again I wouldn’t know...”

You couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped past your lips and the man cracked a small smile at the sound.

“Ah, you smiled... feeling a bit better?”

You let your own smile grow and looked up at him, a sincere look of gratitude displayed on your face.

“Yeah... thank you.”

Before you knew it you both rounded the corner of your street, your idle chatter making your journey seem much shorter than usual.

“Ah, I’m home...”

Your words almost went unheard with the lack of volume you projected them with but the man seemed to have been waiting for you to say something as his attention was now focused solely on you.

“Thank you again. For everything. I want to repay you but I’m not sure how...”

As you let your mind wander to the several possibilities you had of repaying the kind man, he tapped you on your shoulder to regain your attention.

“Listen, you don’t have to worry about it but if you really can’t let me go without some sort of repayment how about you get me a coffee some day?”

A cheeky grin made its way onto his face and his dimples resurfaced. Such a joyous expression drew a grin upon your own lips and you nodded eagerly.

“Here let me give you my number and you can call me whenever. And don’t hesitate to call me if you need someone to walk you home. I live pretty near and wouldn’t want you running into trouble again.”

You grimaced at the fresh memory of your almost disastrous encounter with the two boys and a flood of relief entered your body at his proposal.

“If it’s not much trouble...”

You handed him your phone and he quickly punched in his number before handing it back to you and stuffing his hands into his pockets.

“Thank you.”

He released a raspy yet smooth chuckle at your gratitude.

“You don’t have to keep thanking me. I couldn’t let someone as cute as you run into any trouble.”

You felt a blush rapidly spread across your face at his words and you looked down at your feet.

A sudden ringing sounded from his pocket and he dug around it, pulling out his own phone. A quick scan of the caller ID had him looking back at you with a sweet smile.

“I gotta take this... I’ll see you around though?”

He waved at you before answering his phone and making his way down the street once again albeit on his own this time.

“Ah.... I forgot to ask for his name.”

Unlocking your own phone you searched for the newly input contact, desperate to find the name tied to this handsome man. You smiled once again at the sight of the letters ‘KN’ along with the arm flexing emoji and the superhero emoji.

-

Needless to say, the next few weeks you found yourself being accompanied by none other than ‘KN’. Your conversations were always brief and you found yourself failing to ask him for his real name. Most of the time it was due to your own forgetfulness but other times you found yourself to nervous the get the words out. It was inexplainable why you felt the need to keep your curiosity to yourself but you believed that perhaps it had something to do with the somewhat intimidating and confident air he always radiated.

However, on this particular day you had set yourself a goal.

‘Work up your courage and ask him for his name already!’

You stared into the mirror hanging within the staff bathroom and gave yourself a curt nod. He was waiting outside for you just as he had been the past three weeks. You were surprised he was this dedicated to making sure you got home safe but at the same time you were incredibly grateful for his companionship.

Quickly bidding your boss a farewell, you hurried across the street where he was patiently waiting and offered him a gentle smile, one he returned dimpled.

“Good day at work?”

Your short journey began and you let out an almost inaudible huff.

“Same old. I’m looking into new jobs though. Ones that pay better and have a reasonable contract.”

You’d rather have a job waiting for you before you left the disaster you called your current one.

“Is that so? Well, if you want I can recommend you to a really popular café in central?”

“Really? Wait- don’t tell me you’re talking about the really pretty one next to the shopping centre? The one where they film dramas all the time?”

Grinning at your knowledge of said café, he pulled out his phone and began searching through his photos.

“Yep, that’s the one. The owner is actually my mothers college friend.”

He seemed to find what he was looking for and presented you with a photo of himself with a middle aged woman, seated inside the café of your discussion.

“No way, that’s amazing! Could you really do that for me?”

Placing his phone back into his jacket pocket, you both then turned the corner of street leading to your apartment and he let out a low hum.

“Of course. I’ll recommend you to her and let you know what she says.”

Stopping before your house, you grabbed one of his hands and clasped it between your own, your eyes shining in admiration for your saviour.

“Thank you so much! You’re like my guardian angel, always there when I need help.”

His free hand reached out to pat you on the head affectionately and you beamed up at him.

“Hey, it’s a bit a-awkward to ask this now but what’s your na-“

“Hey! I knew you’d forget about our hangout session! Come on Y/N it’s a Saturday what are y-!”

Hana emerged from your home and quickly cut herself off at the sight of you both.

“Oh- I’m sorry! You must’ve been waiting a while huh...”

She gave your companion a once over and her eyes widened slightly.

“Yeah... but I let myself in with the spare key you gave me... um, how long are you gonna take?”

It was then you realized you were still clutching his hand and you immediately dropped it whilst he removed his own from your head.

“I’m coming in now.”

Giving him one last grin, you waved and began walking backwards towards your home.

“Thanks again! I’ll see you soon?”

He met your grin with one of his own and shot you a thumbs up.

“Definitely. Good night.”

After entering your home, you made your way to your living room only to find Hana sitting cross legged with a bowl of popcorn sitting on her lap, staring at the paused screen of the movie you had agreed to watch tonight.

“Sorry about that Hana.”

She turned towards you with a raised eyebrow, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“Hey why didn’t you tell me the guy was Kim Namjoon?”

The confusion must have been painfully clear on your face.

“Huh? Who’s Kim Namjoon?”

“Don’t tell me you’ve been walking home with the notorious leader of a gang and you didn’t even know. Because honestly I’m gonna have to start questioning whether your body is running without a brain if you didn’t.”

“Hana, what are you talking about? How would you even know it’s him, what are you part of a gang now?”

Your joke flew over her head and she narrowed her eyes at you.

“I went to school with him back when I was a teen. We were in the same class and everything, there’s no way I wouldn’t recognize him.”

You felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over you at the information Hana was spouting.

“That guy was trouble, always fighting people.  Somehow he was never suspended though. Then again it’s not like he went out of his way to be a bad person... I heard he’s really only known for how good he is at fighting though.”

Your feet began moving on their own accord and you sunk into the sofa, staring blankly ahead with your mouth agape.

“So I’ve been escorted home by a gang leader and I didn’t even realise?”

You soon came to the conclusion that your naivety had reached a whole new level.

-

You had been avoiding Namjoon for the two weeks that had followed your enlightenment. Fear had planted a seed in the pit of your stomach and it was slowly growing. He had sent you messages multiple times throughout the span of several days, asking where you were and why you were avoiding him.

You had, with shaking fingers, replied that you were granted sick leave and were not feeling one hundred percent though even that sounded unlikely within your own mind. Not many took two weeks off for a simple flu. He didn’t seem to believe your words but didn’t press any further.

It was somewhat irrational that you were treating a man, who was kind enough to walk you home at ridiculous times in the morning and offer to help you get a job, this poorly. Despite his kind deeds, it was hard to ignore who he was though you weren’t sure what him being a leader of a gang entailed.

For all you knew they could be a good gang.

Who were you kidding, did good gangs even exist?

Hana did mention that he didn’t really do anything bad though... did that mean he wasn’t dangerous?

“That can’t be true! He’s known for fighting...”

You folded your work uniform and placed it into your locker, grabbing your bag and making your way towards your boss.

“I’ll see you tomorrow sir.”

He nodded in acknowledgment and you set out for your walk home only to stop dead in your tracks when you noticed two figures standing across the street, watching you.

Since they were standing underneath a street lamp it wasn’t hard for you to realise they were the same boys from a month or so back. Your heart begun thumping painfully in your chest and your face drained of colour.

You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t want to call Namjoon and beg for his help since you had been pretty mean to him. Then again he had mentioned for you to do just that.

Swallowing the saliva that accumulated in your mouth you took a step forward, legs shaking. One of the boys nudged the other and they began crossing the road, eyes set on you. You felt light headed, the fear from that fateful day returning tenfold.

“Hey, we’ve been waiting ageees for you. You really work hard huh.” They snickered, reason remaining unknown to you.

Now taking several steps back, you kept your eyes trained on them, waiting for any sudden movements that would alert you to make a mad dash down the empty street.

“Where’re you going? We just wanna talk.”

A nasty grin made itself present on the first boys face whilst the second one narrowed his eyes at you, caution clear in them. You weren’t so sure what the safest way out of this situation was. You were sure even if you did take them by surprise and start running, they’d catch up to you in no time, that much was proven last time.

Still, you weren’t about to stand there and do nothing. So instead, you began taking more steps back, hoping to near the corner of the street in time to dash into a twenty four hour shop stationed nearby.

They seemed to grasp what you were planning and the first boys hand shot out to make a grab for you.

“Stop!”

The volume you used seemed to shock him and his arm paused in mid air, the other boys head frantically whipping around to see if anyone had heard your shout. You had a feeling that the only person who could have possibly heard would be your manager but knowing him he probably could care less.

“The fuck you shouting for? Just keep quiet, we ain’t gonna hurt you.”

You begged to differ.

“I-“

Suddenly a hand gripped your forearm and you were pulled behind a larger body.

“The fuck you want with her? I thought last time I made it clear to stay away?”

Lo and behold, Namjoon had appeared seemingly out of nowhere and saved your skin yet again. The immense relief that flooded you had made you feel light headed and in a poor attempt to keep yourself from collapsing, you clutched the back of his jumper and rested your forehead on his back. All previous fear for Namjoon had dispersed and all you could comprehend was the adoration you held for him.

“You brats are really starting to get on my nerves. Do you want to get on my bad side ‘cause I’m this close to losing it with you.”

You couldn’t see the expressions on either of their faces but the shift in the atmosphere was enough to tell you that the tables had turned, fear instilled into them.

“We had the wrong person, I swear! We didn’t mean to scare her!”

You released a shaky breath and Namjoon seemed to tense at the uneasiness that resided within it, his tone growing somewhat darker.

“You have five seconds to get outta my sight, after that I’m not responsible for what happens next.”

The sound of footsteps hastily making an exit reached your ears and Namjoon turned around, your hands reluctantly releasing him.

“You’re okay, don’t worry. I swear I won’t let anyone hurt you...”

You could only blink up at him, your eyes burning with unshed tears. He offered you a sad smile to which you returned.

“I’m sorry... I was ungrateful and avoided you even though you took time out of your days to make me feel safe. To be honest, when Hana told me who you were I was scared of you...”

A sigh escaped him and he brought you into his arms for a simple hug.

“Don’t be. I won’t hurt you ever.”

You could have crumbled at the sincerity of his words if you hadn’t been overwhelmed with awe.

“I know that now. Sorry for being a brat.”

You chuckled simultaneously and he dropped his arms, motioning in the direction of your home with his head, patiently waiting for your response.

“Ready?”

[avengerofyourheart]

Flour Girl {14} (Bucky x reader AU)

Characters: reader, Bucky.

Summary: Discovering the cute guy you just flirted with is the heir of a rival bakery, you suddenly find yourself running into him all over the city. Can your small boutique bakery compete? And how do you deal with the guy who seems determined to make your life a living hell? Luckily you’re distracted by a secret admirer…But who is he? (Inspired by “You’ve Got Mail”, Enemies to Lovers)

Warnings: none! Mild swearing?

Word Count:  3.3k

A/N: Heyooooo. Let’s go to the Farmer’s Market!!! :D Honestly, Central Park in the Autumn is something I’ve actually experienced and I loved it, so even just writing about it and imagining a Farmer’s Market there.... *swoon* :) Add in Bucky, and I would probably die. ha! I hope you’re ready for this! I’m excited to hear your thoughts, any feedback is appreciated! <3

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Sunday morning broke with clear skies and unusually high temperatures predicted; the makings of a gorgeous day. Since Thursday when Bucky proposed joining you at the Farmer’s Market, you’d continued to find each encounter you had with him more pleasant than the last. After the grocery store, you, of course, saw him at the Nest each morning, but he also happened to be at the bookstore where you went to browse and unwind Friday evening.

It turned out that you shared similar tastes in books and even had a lively discussion about who your favorite authors were. You each challenged the other to read something they normally wouldn’t and then planned to report back with thoughts on the books. That night as you tucked into bed with the book, you found yourself excited about the prospect of more time spent together. It all seemed to come out of nowhere, but you couldn’t deny the light flutterings of butterflies in your stomach at the thought of Bucky.

During those few days, you continued to hear from B, you both still maintaining that air of mystery. He was still as sweet as ever, confusing your heart and head along with the added newness of whatever was happening with Bucky. Both were mostly pushed out of your head on Saturday, since it was your busiest day of the week. You spent the early hours baking double what you did during the week so you could spend more time helping Wanda with customers.

That night after work, you were exhausted, so catching up on some TV followed by some reading before bed was all that was in the plans.

Sunday, you woke up surprisingly early, for a day that you actually had the option to sleep in. You made some breakfast and drank your coffee, then changing your outfit three times before you were satisfied. There really wasn’t any need for you to dress up, since Bucky had already seen you in your worst, sickest state, but part of you just wanted to gussy up a little, even more for yourself than for him.

Just before 9am, you decided to head out early and enjoy a leisurely walk to the park to spend time there until Bucky arrived. The weather was perfect as predicted, sun shining with a light breeze, and your sweater was just perfect for warmth. Settling on a bench, you pulled out your phone and replied to a ‘Good morning’ text you had received from B earlier.

FG: Good morning, Bernard! Happy Sunday. Plans for today? I’m enjoying a leisurely morning out in the sunshine.

B: I’m happy you’re taking the morning off! You work too hard. I’m enjoying  quiet Sunday morning as well.

He followed that message shortly with a picture of a Belgian waffle with strawberries and whipped cream, probably purchased from a food truck that traveled around to different locations in the city. “Mmmm waffles” was his caption and you replied in turn with heart eyes and drooling emojis. Minutes later, he sent a link to a youtube video with the caption “Made me think of you.:)”, which caused your heart to skip a beat.

Plugging in your headphones, you slipped a bud in one ear and pressed play. The video was a clip of a stand-up comedian you had heard about, John Mulaney. He opened his monologue with a mention of how he ‘zones out’ often, which you had to admit was relatable, but he then shared an anecdote about the Beatles, how none of them had mustaches and then suddenly they all had mustaches. At that point, you were laughing near the point of hysterics. For the sake of strangers nearby, you tried your best to laugh quietly with a hand over your mouth.

Eventually, you began to calm down and the video ended, so you returned to the message and typed out a reply.

FG: Oh my god, I should not have watched that in public. I think I hurt myself from holding in the laughter.

You hit send with a crying/laughing emoji. Those three dots popped up and you waited for a reply, but when you saw it arrive, your breath caught in your throat.

B: I’d give anything to hear you laugh.

Frozen in shock, you blinked, noticing the three bouncing dots as he continued to type. What the hell did that mean? He wanted to hear you laugh…as in…what? The anticipation was fraying your nerves so when the message popped up, you read it eagerly.

B: FG…could we meet? I know what happened last time was awful and I had no intention of hurting you, then or now. I swear to you that if you give me another chance, I will move mountains to be there. I’d like to explain everything and I would prefer to do it in person. What do you say?

Staring at the open message, you read it over and over again until the words began to blur before your vision. Was he serious? After all this time, suddenly he was making promises again? Part of you wanted to instantly say yes and take the leap, but reason and previous rejection held you back. Why now? What had changed? You had believed him last time when he said he wanted to meet, so you weren’t so quick to trust this time.

Unsure of how long you had been staring at the message, you must have been lost in your thoughts because suddenly a hand was waving in front of your face to gain your attention.

“Y/N?”

Jolting to the present, you followed the hand and looked up to see Bucky standing before you with a mildly concerned smile upon his face. He looked really good, you noticed right away. Dressed casually in well-fitting jeans and boots matched with a t-shirt and button-up plaid, then topped with a leather jacket, you gawked for a moment too long before answering.

“Hi! Sorry, I, uh…sorry,” you apologized profusely while locking your phone, shaking off the message still imprinted behind your eyes. “Just got caught up in something. How are you?”

Bucky laughed lightly as you stood up from the bench. “I’m good, how’ve you been?”

“Not bad,” you replied reflexively. “It’s a gorgeous day to be in the park. Shall we?”

“Absolutely,” he said, gesturing for you to lead the way. “This weather is insane. It almost feels like Spring in October.”

“Right?” you exclaimed, smiling brightly. “I’m not complaining.”

Small talk continued for a few minutes as you walked, then touching on work and how both bakeries were busy and doing well. Bucky then asked about how and why you decided to open City Sweets. You opened up more about baking with your mom before she passed and you feeling at home and closer to her in the kitchen. You went to college for a few semesters, but couldn’t settle on a major that interested you. Always returning to the idea of baking, you ended up taking a culinary course for some professional lessons and then worked wherever you could to gain experience.

The wish of opening your own bakery kept drifting to the forefront of your mind, so after taking a few business classes and coming up with a business plan, you made the leap using the money your mom had gifted you upon her death. It was one of the hardest, most stressful things you had ever done, but also the most rewarding. City Sweets was almost a year old. You were finally starting to make a profit and you hoped that it would continue to grow and blossom in the future.

Realizing how long you had been talking, you shifted the subject to Bucky. “What about you? What made you want to major in business?” you asked as you kept walking, the Farmer’s Market a few hundred yards ahead.

Bucky was silent a moment, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. “Um…I don’t know, really. I mean, I grew up helping my dad at the bakery and he always wished he’d had more business experience before he started. Most of the time it was just trial and error for him. So, I kind of just fell into it. I didn’t have a strong desire to major in something, so business seemed as good as any. I think that might be why I was so jealous of you when we first met,” he admitted, catching your eye.

Reeling toward him in shock, your jaw dropped. “What? You were jealous of…me? Why?”

He smiled sheepishly. “Because…you found your passion and you went after it. I think you’re doing an amazing job, too. Even from a business perspective, I mean, you’re in a good location with foot traffic, the bakery is cozy but not too small, you’ve branched out to wholesale deliveries, and from what I can tell, your ingredients quality to food cost ratio seems ideal. All within the first year, that’s impressive,” Bucky beamed at you, his gaze then moving toward the market as you two approached.

You took in his words, nearly speechless a moment from his kindness and positive overview of the bakery. “I, um….thank you. That means a lot to me, Bucky,” you quietly replied, almost overcome with emotion.

He just nodded. “Well deserved. I’m just sorry that I made you doubt that because of my own insecurities. I can’t apologize enough, Y/N,” Bucky said sincerely, pausing just before you reached the displays of fresh vegetables.

Pausing as well, you turned toward him and held his gaze a moment longer than usual. “I forgive you, Bucky,” you told him, knowing in your heart that you meant it.

Hearing the explanation of his previous behavior and seeing how much your interactions together had changed over the past few weeks, you held no more resentment for him. It took too much energy to hold a grudge, anyway.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he replied gently, feeling a spark of something between you as you held his gaze.

The moment passed, though, as he glanced at the first produce stand, breaking eye contact. You finally took a look around as the gentle breeze rustled through the treetops. The sound mixed with music that you previously hadn’t noticed and as it registered, you thought back at the video that B had sent the other day. He hadn’t been far from where you currently stood that day. Lost in your thoughts, Bucky’s voice broke through them.

“Y/N?” he prompted, apparently not for the first time because he had an amused, patient smile on his face. “Are you okay?” Bucky asked, noticing your distracted nature.

“Yeah!” you replied, a little too loudly. “Um…yeah, I’m good. Sorry.”

Shaking your head, you walked to the table of produce and marveled at the colors and freshness.

“Oooh, beets,” you cooed, picking up a bunch of the red root vegetable with green stalks still attached. “I’ve been thinking about using more natural forms of food coloring at the bakery and I’ve heard beets are good for that. What do you think?” you asked in anticipation, glancing Bucky’s way.

He smiled at your enthusiasm. “Yeah, I’ve heard that too. I think it’s a great idea,” Bucky agreed, picking up a head of lettuce.

The morning passed, finding yourself enjoying Bucky’s company as you perused the table of each vendor selling their wares. You felt the happiest you had in a long time, finding a lightness and comfort as you talked and laughed with Bucky. Sometime later, you turned down the street toward the area where crafts were sold when you spotted a familiar food truck. Stopping mid sentence, you wandered forward and confirmed that yes, this was indeed where he had been according to the sign.

B had been here in this very spot, holding a waffle. It had been over an hour since his message, but you couldn’t stop yourself from glancing around at the people, wondering if perhaps he was still there. You had no way of knowing, but still…

“Y/N? Did you hear me?”

“Hm?” you quickly replied, blinking.

“I asked if you wanted a waffle. Where did you go just then?” he asked with more concern this time. “What’s going on with you? If you want to cut the morning short, that’s okay, but—“

“No!” you nearly shouted, then feeling terrible about your behavior. You didn’t want to say goodbye, but your attention seemed to be split despite efforts to remain in the moment. “I mean… it’s not that. It’s not you, I’m so—“

“Don’t apologize again,” Bucky kindly interrupted. “You don’t have to, it’s just…you can talk to me if you want to,” he offered sweetly.

You felt your resolve crumbling, wondering if Bucky would mind if you mentioned another guy or if he would just find it odd for you to be corresponding with a stranger. Biting your lip, you rolled it around in your head and came to the conclusion that you might as well get a second opinion on this mess. If he wasn’t as understanding as you expected, then at least you would know his character a little better. Taking a few steps, you settled in a chair at a small table outside the Belgian waffle food truck and gestured for Bucky to do the same.

Taking a deep breath, you began. “It’s kind of a long, weird story…”

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You sat in silence a moment, allowing Bucky to process what you had just finished sharing. It sounded crazy, even to your own ears, but Bucky had become a friend somehow over the past few weeks and it seemed like he truly wanted to know what was on your mind. Fiddling with the bag of vegetables resting on the table, you waited until he was ready to respond.

“Wow,” Bucky finally spoke, his gaze off in the distance. “That’s quite a unique way to meet someone.”

You scoffed at that with a shrug. No point in denying it.

“So…you like this guy? Even though you don’t know anything about him?” he asked gingerly, brow furrowed.

Letting out a sigh, you thought about it for the hundredth time and came up with the same answer. “Yeah. I think I do. Is that crazy?”

He shrugged this time. “I don’t know. Crazier things have happened. I can’t think of any at the moment, but…”

You chuckled at that and gave him a playful shove.

“Sorry, sorry,” he replied with a laugh. “But you’re willing to give him another chance, even after he stood you up? No wonder you blew up at me that day at the Nest, by the way. I’m sure I just made a bad situation worse.”

Feeling a warmth in your face, you spoke up. “I really shouldn’t have, I—“

“No, no,” he gently interrupted. “No need to apologize, I needed that wakeup call.”

Smiling gratefully, you thought about his previous question. “I know it might seem naive of me, but…I don’t know. I guess I just want to find out for sure if he is who I imagine him to be. If somehow I’m disappointed once again, then at least I’m not left wondering. I just don’t want to go through life with regrets, you know?”

Bucky was silent again, the corners of his mouth curving upward. “Yeah. That’s a good point. I don’t think it’s naive of you to think the best in other people. It’s a great quality, actually,” he complimented as he placed a hand on top of yours resting on the table.

You felt that electricity again, meeting his gaze for a lingering moment. Opening your mouth to speak, you were interrupted by an alert from your phone. Reluctantly, you retrieved your hand and searched through your bag for the device. A previously set alarm had gone off and suddenly you noticed the time.

“Oh, no. I have to get back to the bakery,” you told him regretfully as you stood and gathered your bags.

“Of course,” Bucky replied, getting to his feet. “I’ll walk with you.”

Grateful that your revelation hadn’t ruined your morning outing or time with Bucky, you nodded with a smile.

“Okay.”

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Stepping off the subway at your intended stop, you climbed the stairs up to street level. This wasn’t a part of the city that you visited often, but it was a nice change of scenery. Nervously wiping damp hands on your jeans, you crossed the street and headed for your destination.

After your lovely and unexpected morning with Bucky in the park on Sunday, he walked you home and you unlocked the bakery after saying goodbye. Your mind was a mess of thoughts as you went about your usual tasks of setting up chairs, brewing coffee, and baking fresh pastries to sell for the day. No deliveries on Sundays, so it was less of a rush to get everything ready. By 11am, you turned over the sign to read “Open” and the work day officially began.

You didn’t mind manning the shop on your own on Sundays. The atmosphere was much more relaxed and the weekend crowd seemed to enjoy lingering with their coffees and croissants. There was a lull in business for half an hour and during that time, you nearly drove yourself crazy trying to decide how to respond to B. Your talk with Bucky had helped, but there was still a lot to consider.

Finally, you pecked out a reply and quickly hit send before you could rethink it.

FG: One more chance. I’m trusting you. Please don’t make me regret it.

He replied quickly, which you were grateful for. The wait was always the worst.

B: I won’t, I promise. I hope I can make it up to you. Tell me when. But would you mind if I chose the where?

Puzzled, you thought it over and settled on Tuesday afternoon. The bakery usually wasn’t terribly busy and it gave you some time to prepare to be gone later that day. When B told you where he wanted to meet, you were surprised, but also intrigued. As far as recognizing one another, the same rule applied, so you dug out the crumpled Beatles t-shirt you had thrown in the closet after the previous incident and put it in the wash.

Now, as you wore the shirt with jeans and a jacket, you felt the butterflies in your stomach with each step. Approaching the notable area where B had asked you to meet him, your eyes grew wide at the beautiful buildings that housed some of the greatest artists and performers in the city. The Square was enclosed on three sides by beautiful, glass-covered and columned buildings that offered an air of sophistication. Per his instructions, you headed for the center of the square where a fountain resided.

Lincoln Center for the Performing Arts was the home to the New York Philharmonic, the Metropolitan Opera, the New York City Ballet, and the New York City Opera. It was also adjacent to the Juilliard School where many of the greatest musicians and artists were taught. This area of the city was incredible and awe-inspiring, especially if one was lucky enough to get tickets to such an event. However, in the afternoon, it was mostly filled with tourists, which is why you were all the more curious about why B chose this spot.

People were milling about and taking pictures as you heard a string quartet playing a classical music piece. The group of young musicians were loosely surrounded by a crowd and a cello case was open with bills and coins dropped inside. Starving artists and all that. Just as you were about to sit down beside the fountain, the song changed and you froze. You knew that tune. You’d know it anywhere.

Ah, look at all the lonely people…

You heard the lyrics in your head, recognizing it as “Eleanor Rigby” by The Beatles. Stunned, you turned toward the sound and slowly began to approach the quartet. You watched them, mesmerized, until you heard your name being called. It was the last thing you expected to hear, so it took a moment for it to register. Turning around, you followed the voice and saw…him.

Confused, you took a step forward and opened your mouth to speak before you looked down and saw the t-shirt he was wearing. The Rolling Stones.

In that moment, it all came together in your head and the blood drained from your face.

“You?”

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Part 15>> 

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Ahhh!!! Cliffhanger!!! I know, I know, I’m sorry. I think we all know who B is, but a little more waiting until we find out her reaction. What would you think if he brought you all the way out to Lincoln Square with a stringed quartet and everything?? Hmmm. It’s about to go down, you guys. :D Wasn’t that walk through the Farmer’s Market lovely? That conversation about “B” was kinda meta, though. heh. At least Bucky didn’t confirm or deny anything! I think he really did want to hear straight from her mouth that she was falling for him. Kinda. ;) Please let me know your thoughts!! Any and all feedback is appreciated! I adore you guys. Thank you. <3

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The Art of Falling in Love - Chapter 4

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: V x MC (reader/custom MC)

Chapter Summary: In which MC has a chat with some of the boys.

Note: Finally an update! October was kind of a busy/stressful month, so I apologize for the wait. Thanks so much to everyone who’s been reading/liking/commenting on this fic so far. It means a lot to me. <3

Chapter 4: Candid

Once you returned to your apartment after dinner, you were ready to finally collapse into your bed and sleep, especially after such a long, eventful day. However, sleep eluded you. You lay wide awake, tossing and turning, your mind running at a million miles a second. You thought about the party, what went well and what didn’t, and what suggestions for improvements you could posit to RFA. You thought about the GCA and made a mental checklist of all the paperwork you had to submit in order to obtain a visa for working abroad…which brought to mind the fact that even before you could start that step in the process, you needed to stop procrastinating on working on your lesson plans for the upcoming semester—which was two weeks away, no less—and you needed to do a good job. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be needing a work visa at all. You let out a groan in the darkness of your bedroom, knowing that these anxious thoughts would never let you rest.

Ever since Hana had suggested your class could focus on art this semester, you couldn’t shake the idea. It was a good idea, and you were very low on ideas at the moment. The only problem was that you never really considered art as one of your strong suits, so you didn’t think you could excel at teaching it… But Hana was right, children love doing art. Maybe she was also right about asking Jihyun for a little help…

“Jihyun, Jihyun…” you said out loud, testing out the name. “Jihyun…”

V was a punchy name, short and straightforward. It was a good moniker for a hip photographer. But Jihyun was soft, almost a whisper, a pleasant sound sliding off the tip of your tongue. Now that you thought about it, it suited him better than V ever did.

Part of you regretted declining his offer to have dinner with him because you didn’t know when you’d have the chance to see him in person again. You imagined he’d be busy trying to get resettled into the city. He’d likely want to find a new place to stay. Maybe he wanted to meet up with others he might’ve lost contact with. He’d probably be caught up doing his own thing for a while, and you’d rejected your only chance to catch up with him.

Though, you couldn’t have just canceled on Hana. You had responsibilities, you had your own life. You had to make compromises. Wasn’t that adulthood? You couldn’t just drop everything because someone from your past decided to turn up again.

But… you just really wanted to see him.

You let out a sigh and turned onto your side, frustrated that your thoughts were keeping you awake. You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and checked the time. It was half past midnight.

Might as well check the messenger, you thought. Throughout the evening you’d received RFA app notifications, but you hadn’t been able to check any before now. Opening the app, you logged in and read the past chat logs. Only Zen and Yoosung had been there. Zen had entered the chatroom sometime after he finished his show, and Yoosung was taking a break from LOLOL. Zen told Yoosung about how Jaehee had waited for him outside the backstage door with her girlfriend Soomi (along with a dozen other rabid fangirls clamoring for his attention), and he sent a selfie of the three of them. Zen was the focus of the picture, of course, while Jaehee and Soomi stood together behind him, leaning so that they were in frame. This was the first time you saw what Soomi looked like. She was cute and petite, her blonde hair cropped short in a stylish bob. Jaehee and Soomi had matching poses, both winking at the camera and holding up their hands in a peace sign. They looked like they were having a great time, and you couldn’t feel happier for them.

Zen and Yoosung then spent the rest of the chat lamenting how much they wished they had girlfriends too and feeling sorry for themselves. Your eyes glazed over as you scrolled to the bottom of the chat. By now you knew very well how much the RFA boys, except perhaps Jumin, regretted the lack of romance in their lives. Sometimes it was cute that they had so much love in their hearts that they wanted to share it with someone, but more often than not, it got repetitive and eye-roll inducing, so much that you wished they could just find someone already so they could stop moaning about it.

Once you reached the bottom of the chat, you logged out to the main user interface to check everyone’s status updates. As you looked at the row of user icons, you started to feel like something was missing. The icons felt too big, as if there could be room to fit one more comfortably among them.

Then you realized why: Jihyun’s icon was missing. It had been missing for a long time, actually, but now that he was back in the country, it felt wrong not to have him in the messenger.

After Jihyun left to go overseas, Jumin asked Seven to revoke his access for security purposes. He wouldn’t have had time to log into the messenger on his travels anyway, so there’d been no point in keeping his profile active. Even though you were about to travel abroad yourself, you couldn’t see yourself staying away from the messenger for too long. RFA had become like family to you, and you’d want to keep in touch no matter how far away you went.

You wondered if Jihyun still had the same phone he used two years ago, or if he’d deactivated his service altogether. Come to think of it, since he wasn’t on the messenger, you realized you had no way of contacting him.

A window popped up on your phone screen indicating that a new chatroom had been opened. You looked at the time–it was almost one o’clock in the morning. Who could be online at this hour?

You entered the chatroom. Seven greeted you.

707: Hello, pretty lady!

MC: Seven, you’re still awake.

707: Yup. So are you, I see.

MC: Can’t sleep.

707: Me neither. Still reeling from the high of the party?

MC: lol sort of. I got a lot on my mind right now. How was your evening?

707: Fine fine. It was pretty good actually!

He sent the emoji of him excitedly shouting “yahoo!”

MC: Good day at work?

707: Yup! I was super productive. Got everything done in record time… I see Zen and Yoosung are complaining about being single again. SMH. They’re just jealous that Jaehee has more game than them.

You laughed out loud. Sick burn, Seven.

MC: You’re not wrong, lol. Jaehee can be very sweet and charming when she has the chance to relax every once in a while. I’m happy that she and Soomi found each other.

707: They wouldn’t have met each other if you didn’t push Jumin to give Jaehee a vacation.

MC: Yeah… That’s true…

As if summoned, Jumin Han entered the chatroom.

707: WHOA that’s creepy, dude.

Jumin Han: What are you talking about? Good evening, MC.

MC: haha hey Jumin...that is a little creepy.

Jumin Han: ?

707: We were just talking about you.

Jumin Han: I see. I just read the log.

MC: I think you’ve read enough books on witchcraft that you’re starting to become a witch yourself, Jumin. Speak of the devil, and all that.

707: Hehe where’s your broom, witch boy?

You didn’t ask Jumin what he was doing up so late because he was always awake at this hour, either spending time with Elizabeth the 3rd or doing business with investors and companies in different timezones. On the rare occasion that you had a bout of insomnia, he would be in the chatroom, keeping you company until you finally fell asleep.

Jumin Han: Will Yoosung and Zen ever get tired of complaining about not having significant others?

MC: Probably not. Though, I feel like once they do get girlfriends, that’s all they’ll talk about on here.

Jumin Han: You’re probably right. I don’t know which is worse.

707: Jaehee is pretty modest about her relationship. They should act like her! Speaking of Jaehee, as I was saying before Jumin interrupted us with his creepy black magic, I think Jaehee has you to thank for meeting Soomi, MC.

MC: Oh, that’s more credit than I deserve. I just yelled at Jumin.

707: lmao you did yell at him

Well, you had typed in all caps in the chatroom, which was just as good as yelling. A few months ago, Jumin had swamped Jaehee with so much work that Jaehee broke down crying on the phone with you. You felt so awful and helpless at first, but after you did your best to console her and hung up, you decided that the only way to fix the problem was to go straight to the source.

Jumin was unreceptive to your suggestion at first, which you’d expected, but once you laid out all the reasons why it was a good idea to give her a break and why she deserved one, his cold, distant attitude started to irritate you. You tried to be civil, but the man was as stubborn as a mule sometimes. So you snapped and capslocked on him. Then once you said your piece, without warning, you logged out of the chatroom and called his phone to tell him off some more.

Jumin Han: I’ll admit I’ve never been yelled at like that before.

MC: I didn’t *yell*.

Jumin Han: You gave me a very stern lecture.

MC: Well, Zen yells at you on here all the time.

Jumin Han: I correct my previous statement—I’ve never been yelled at like that by someone whom I respect.

You knew that was high praise coming from someone like Jumin Han. Sometimes you couldn’t help but have the utmost respect for him too. After the incident, you learned that Jumin had been so stressed due to his father’s current romantic engagements and the prolonged absence of his best friend, and he had taken it out on his assistant. You felt bad for yelling at him, and you apologized to him personally on the phone the next day.

After that, he decided to give Jaehee three weeks of vacation. Jaehee was resistant at first, but you convinced her to take the offer. She spent those weeks off the messenger and met Soomi at one of her favorite coffee shops downtown. They hit it off rather easily, and the rest was history.

Jumin Han: Anyway, I am glad that Jaehee has found someone she cares about deeply. It seems to have made her more motivated in her work.

707: …

MC: sigh

Jumin Han: What? It’s true.

707: Only you would make something that’s supposed to be romantic into something totally not;;

Jumin Han: I don’t understand romantic relationships myself, so I see no point in commenting on it.

MC: I guess I can understand where you’re coming from. I’ve had enough of talking about romance for one evening.

707: Oh?

Seven sent his heart eyes emoji.

707: Who else are you talking about romance with, MC?

He sent the same emoji again.

“Oh crap,” you said to your screen. Suddenly the whole awkward conversation you had with Hana came back to you. You couldn’t very well tell Seven or Jumin that you and Hana had talked about Jihyun. You had to play it cool.

MC: Oh… I just had dinner with Hana tonight. She told me all about her new boyfriend.

Seven sent his gasping emoji.

707: The hot new actor Hojin Park! He and Hana were spotted smooching down in the Maldives last week!

Again with his heart eyes emoji.

MC: …Are you stalking my best friend, Seven?

707: It’s not stalking when paparazzi pictures of them are posted on every celeb gossip site!

MC: I am not going to talk gossip about my own friend. If I did, you’d probably try leaking it to the media for a quick buck.

707: They pay a lot of money for ~insider info~ you know.

You sent an emoji that depicted you giving a very unamused side-eye.

707: Fine, fine. I won’t ask about Hana’s love life. You need to lighten up, MC. Maybe you need a l-o-v-e interest of your own, eh?

The heart eyes. Again. You dropped your head into your hand. Why was everyone so hung up on romance this evening? You needed a change of subject, quick.

Thankfully, Jumin seemed to have the same idea.

Jumin Han: I think this conversation has derailed quite a bit.

MC: Thank you! Can we talk about something else, pls?

Jumin Han: I actually came onto the messenger to make a request of you, Seven.

707: Hmm, ok. What is it?

Jumin Han: I’d like you to grant Jihyun access to the messenger again.

Your phone almost slipped out of your hand.

Jihyun...on the messenger again? Weren’t you just thinking about that only minutes ago?

MC: Oh?

707: Oh, I didn’t even think of that. Does he want to get back on?

Jumin Han: No, but I imagine he’d like to be, once he gets a new phone, that is. He deactivated his old phone some time ago, and he needs to get another one first. I’ll pass on the information once it’s available.

707: …Do you think it’s a good idea?

Seven’s question took you aback. Why wouldn’t it be a good idea? You asked him what he meant.

707: …never mind. It’s nothing. When he gets a new phone, let me know, and I’ll add him back onto the messenger.

You didn’t know what to say. Where had his sudden hesitance come from? You would have thought Seven would be one of the more enthusiastic about his return. You remember Seven once telling you that he considered Jihyun almost like a father to him despite their relative close age gap. He trusted him more than anyone. In fact, back when you first met the RFA, you noticed there were secrets that Seven and Jihyun had kept between only them. Seven had come to Jihyun’s rescue at Mint Eye, after all.

...That was two years ago, though. The more you thought about it now, the more you realized that since then, Seven hadn’t spoken much about Jihyun at all. He certainly never brought him up in the chats of his own volition, and whenever someone else would mention him, he didn’t have much to say.

But he seemed happy to see Jihyun at the party earlier, didn’t he? Well, now that you thought about it, perhaps he wasn’t so much happy as he was shocked and…confused. Almost as if he had truly believed he never would see his old mentor ever again.

“We have a lot to catch up on, I think,” Jihyun had said. And Seven had agreed.

There was something tense about the exchange, some underlying thoughts and feelings that you couldn’t begin to decipher. That must have been what bothered Seven now. What was the missing link between them?

MC: You ok, Seven? You sound weird.

707: I’m fine. Gotta go, though. Long day.

He signed out of the chatroom before you could type another message.

Jumin Han: …

MC: Is it just me, or did something sound off about him? Does Seven not want Jihyun back on here?

Jumin Han: He seemed hesitant about it at the very least.

MC: Why? You don’t think it’s because he doesn’t trust Jihyun, do you? I know he had trouble with keeping secrets from everyone, even to Seven, but he just doesn’t seem like that kind of person anymore…

You weren’t sure if that were entirely true, but everything you knew about what he’d gone through seemed to indicate that Jihyun had had enough secrecy for one lifetime. The man you saw at the party didn’t look like someone who would harbor any secrets.

Jumin Han: I agree. I’ve been with him all evening, and he is definitely changed.

MC: …wait. You’ve been hanging out with Jihyun?

Jumin Han: Yes, he’s with me right now.

“What?” you said aloud. Jumin had been chatting with you all this time and Jihyun was with him?

MC: Really? Where are you?

Jumin Han: At my penthouse. I invited him over as a guest, since he currently has nowhere to stay.

You were typing to ask what he was doing, but your fingers froze over the screen when a picture popped up in the chat.

This time, your phone actually did fall out of your hands...and landed right onto your face, since you were lying in bed. You let out a pained shriek and massaged your nose. Then you jolted up into a sitting position and looked back at your phone.

Jihyun was in the photo. He was standing next to the dining table, across from where Jumin seemed to be sitting. He was pouring himself a glass of red wine. You could tell it was a candid picture because Jihyun’s eyes appeared as though he’d looked into the camera just as it was being taken, his brows raised in a half-expression of surprise. It was cute, actually. But that wasn’t what got your attention.

What got your attention was the fact that his hair was wet, sticking to the left side of his face. He had a towel draped over his shoulders, and he wore gray lounge pants and a white tank top...

MC: …

Jumin Han: He just got out of the shower. He’s jet lagged, so that’s why he’s still awake, if you were wondering.

You were actually wondering why his bare arms looked appealingly firm and smooth, and why his tank top clung so tightly to his slender but lean torso…but you weren’t going to type that.

MC: Um, thanks for the pic haha

Jumin Han: I thought I should prove to you he was in fact here.

MC: You didn’t need to do that lol. I believed you.

Jumin Han: He’s asking me who I sent the photo to.

MC: Oh...what did you tell him?

Jumin Han: You.

You blushed. Should you take a selfie of yourself just to make it fair? You couldn’t do that. You probably looked like a mess after tossing and turning in bed for a few hours… Wait, why did you care what you looked like? You’d sent less than flattering pictures of yourself through the messenger before.

Jumin Han: I need to go. Elizabeth the 3rd should be put to bed soon, and I’m going to keep Jihyun company.

MC: Okay. Tell Elizabeth the 3rd hello for me.

You debated whether you should add another line. Oh, why not?

MC: ...and Jihyun, too.

Jumin Han: Will do. Goodnight.

Jumin logged out, and so did you. You lingered in the main UI a little while longer, wondering what Jumin and Jihyun were up to right now, what they were talking about. Jumin must have liked having the chance to catch up with his best friend, especially considering how much you knew he’d missed him and worried after him since he left. You could only hope you got your chance, too.

You went into the messenger’s photo folders. Even though Seven had taken away Jihyun’s access to the app, he kept his photo folder untouched. You opened it and looked at the newest picture of him. Out of curiosity, you told yourself. Once it expanded across your screen, your heart did a flip in your chest, which was a sensation that utterly confused you. It wasn’t as if you weren’t used to being friends with so many pretty people. Part of the reason why it was so easy for you to initially believe that the RFA were AIs in a dating simulator was because they were all too good-looking to be real. Even now, you would catch yourself admiring just how beautiful Zen looked in his selfies, how well Jumin wore his business suits, how cute Yoosung and Seven were in an adorably nerdy way. Even Jaehee was exceptionally gorgeous.

Yet somehow none of them made you react the way you reacted to this picture of Jihyun. What was happening?

You reasoned it was because you’d never seen him like this. So candid, so...underdressed. You felt as if you shouldn’t be even be looking at it.

Get a grip, MC.

You exited out of the app, tossed your phone onto your comforter, and collapsed onto your pillow, trying desperately to wipe the image out of your mind so you could finally, finally, get to sleep.

[sethkate]

💍 for any ship!!

macy & andre 

where they get married

somewhere outside of chicago, smaller venues that are a bit cozy?? prob outdoors like (x) with the reception looking like (x)

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. )

sometime in the spring, probably late april or early to mid may? sometime in the late afternoon! 

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. )

jfc they definitely do the garter toss per andre’s insistent request!! and then the bouquet toss too.  

what their wedding cake looks like

like this (x) and then (x) with this on top bye (x)

who smashes cake into whose face

they smash it in each other’s face and then give each other a nice big smooch while laughing and being stupidly in love!!!

who proposed to who first

andre proposed to macy

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither )

macy walks down the aisle with andre waiting for her at the end

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like

macy’s dress (x) & andre’s suit (x)

what their wedding color scheme is and what sort of decor they have

blush, navy, burgundy

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? )

macy’s bouquet is here (x) & bridal party (x)

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. )

they wrote their own. although i think andre would be more likely to have taken time to write his out formally (because he doesn’t want to forget anything) and macy would just speak from her heart

if anyone’s late to the wedding

selah and sergio are ALMOST late… but they end up making it on time. they’re just a bit….disheveled. 

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other

kaley is the maid of honor and selah is a bridesmaid and sergio is the best man

what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing

bridal party (x) & groomsmen (x)

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? )

kaley will give a really heartfelt speech about how special macy is and how she couldn’t have been given a better big sister and how she wouldn’t be where she is today without macy’s help. and sergio will probably start with a funny story of andre because there’s like 7 trillion of them. and then he will 100% get mushy….because andre is the brother he never had and everyone in the world knows he basically loves andre more than he loves life itself so

who catches the bouquet(s)

SELAH OF COURSE and afterward gives sergio him a look like *eye emoji*

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? )

i think they have a healthy mixture of all of them??? some that are super forced and out of character just for the ~aesthetic~ and then ones immediately after where they are crackin the fuck up because they can’t believe how ridiculous some of this is

what sort of food they have at the reception

a mix of stuff… lobster, filet mignon, spaghetti, salads, oysters, roasted veggies, the works basically.

who cries first during the ceremony

dre will tear up when he sees macy in white… walking down the aisle. macy will cry when she and dre are reciting their vows

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. )

i don’t think their reception is gonna get super wild because it will be a sober wedding!!! no drinking allowed. i think they’re all gonna be….drunk on happiness tho which sounds cheesy af but it’s true??? because they usually have a lot of dark shit going on so to be able to enjoy one night together will be really special to them

what their rings are like

macy’s (x) & andre’s (x)

what sort of favors they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalized candy etc. )

things like (x) (x)

where they go for their honeymoon

many places in europe!!! macy wants to see….all the dumb touristy things in the big cities then they’ll eventually end up somewhere on the coast like saint tropez or monaco 

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. )

i’ve decided the night is going to be super uneventful because i want them to have one nice thing that isn’t tarnished by anything so they can blissfully remember it for the rest of their lives kbye 

who officiates the ceremony

idk some guy they probably googled honestly lmao will their marriage even be legal? who knows???

what song their first dance is to

speechless by dan + shay (x)

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle

kaley gives macy away!!! bc who else would tbh

selah & sergio

where they get married

downtown chicago… here (x) for the ceremony & here (x) for the reception…can you say Extra

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. )

fall time!!! probably late september or early october. early evening time. 

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. )

selah’s mom probably wants her to do the something borrowed, something blue nonsense shit even tho selah is like ‘yea right ok lady’. they’re obvs gonna do the garter/bouquet toss too for…..reasons 

what their wedding cake looks like

this (x) 

who smashes cake into whose face

i think they agreed that neither of them would smash cake into their faces??? bc selah’s like ‘lol if u wreck this snatched face we’re getting a divorce’ djlsdkl so they just feed it to each other real cute instead!!

who proposed to who first

sergio proposed to selah ofc even though selah was prob getting impatient enough that she was ready to do it herself :/

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither )

selah walks down the aisle with serge waiting for her at the end

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like

selah’s dress (x) & sergio’s suit (x) 

what their wedding color scheme is and what sort of decor they have

champagne, ivory, rose gold

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? )

selah’s bouquet (x) & bridal party (x)

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. )

i think they’ll probably stick with the generic, non-religious vows and then they’ll add their own little bit in to follow so they can make it more personalized

if anyone’s late to the wedding

no because selah would…..hire markus to come shoot them

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other

selah has macy, ximena and one or two girls from school in her bridal party and sergio has andre (obviously), seth, maybe a cousin or close security pal to even out the numbers because there’s no way bridezilla selah is gonna stand for odd numbers

what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing

bridal party (x) & groomsmen, the same as sergio (x)

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? )

macy probably gives a really short and sweet one about selah bc you know…they haven’t known each other THAT long. but still long enough to have established a pretty good friendship, especially considering the fact that they’re pretty much gonna be bonded together forever because of the boys. and andre is gonna give one of those funny speeches where he’s got everyone in the crowd laughing (sometimes genuinely, sometimes uncomfortably) and basically flatter the fuck out of serge and also embarrass him a bit too? but it will all be super meaningful and out of love 

who catches the bouquet(s)

ximena. and selah and serge both look @ each other like THANK GOD bc home girl needs some good dick in her life lmao

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? )

selah makes them take a lot of cute, romantic ones so she can enlarge them and you know…..hang them over the mantle?? but she also probably has like a small squadron of photographers to capture every single moment because she wants to remember every bit of it for the rest of her life

what sort of food they have at the reception

serge’s family prob took care of all the food so… his fave empanadas, tamales, chilaquiles, a taco bar, enchiladas, etc. 

who cries first during the ceremony

selah will cry before she even leaves the dressing room probably omg 

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. )

LISTEN if you don’t think that selah makes the squad learn a choreographed dance for this shindig you are WRONG. they’re gonna tear up the dance floor and everyone is gonna wanna join them bye

what their rings are like

selah’s (x) & sergio’s (x)

what sort of favors they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalized candy etc. )

stuffs like this (x) (x)

where they go for their honeymoon

ooo somewhere beachy and warm. st. lucia, fiji, maldives, etc. 

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. )

they prob have something super extra planned like… have a firework display outside at the end of the night that spells out their initials or some nonsense… i can’t even

who officiates the ceremony

probably someone close to the aguilar family that’s been doing it forever??

what song their first dance is to

can’t help falling in love – kina grannis (x)

who gives who away as they walk down the aisle

selah’s dad will give her away!! even if he’s still :| about the whole thing tbh 

[mini-pretzel]

alright dude yea EVERY NUMBER FOR SWEETHEART ASKS

… what have i signed up for?

//cracks knuckles

grab a juice box, grab a snack.

we’ll be here for a while. what have i gotten myself into

1. Talk about your first love. 

oh jesus. i actually recently found my old journal lol

from way back when. 2009 i think? i was 13 or some shit. jesus. ok. so my first love was actually over the internet.

yeah, i know. nowadays we’re spoiled with tinder n shit, but back in 2009, all we had was myspace and msn and i met this fucker on skype.

i was so ahead of my time.

anyway, it was october 25, 2009.

here’s a snippet from my journal entry:

well i met a guy on skype. he’s a month younger cause my b-day is on oct 14 and his is on nov 18. but i don’t mind it.

yoooo i was into younger guys even at 13, jfc hahhaa //kill me jk hmu

and then on the next page hahahhaa omg

december 2, 2009

well me and ___ are no longer together. well we never began. he broke my heart two times already. going in depression. please don’t bother. first love, ha!

omfg damn, two months. yeah, that lasted long. also old me: ur so dramatic lol

also i was a feisty lil fella, jeez.

2. What’s the most beautiful songs you’ve ever heard in your opinion? 

this one

3. How’s your heart feeling right now?

a lil stressed. im like, hoping i can get through all of these questions without my computer crashing. pray 4 me.

4. What kind of self care is your favorite to do? 

ok, first thing to note, i fucking love self care. like, too much if im honest.

baths with bubbles and nice smelling scents, lotions, a face mask, taking my time with washing my face and hair and putting on the cutest clothes after. also snacks, always snacks.

when im feeling like spending money: massage. full body. best thing ever. i treat myself to it at least once a year for my b-day.

5. What’s your skincare routine? 

ok so i just got a new skincare line. it’s from nature republic. i have a cleanser, a toner and a moisturizer. it’s fairly simple (unlike 9 steps in korean ahhahha, but like i’ll probably get there in time) also i have a peel mask that smells like bananas that i put on twice a week to get rid of dead skin cells. oh and sometimes i do korean face masks, too.

6. How did you get to be so beautiful?

answered that q here

7. Do you have any stuffed animals?

NO! //hides them all away

8. Best trip you’ve ever been on?

thailand. my parents took me w/ them on their honeymoon.

lol idek why either. trust me.

i was just there for the swimming, riding elephants, getting food poisoning and downing two banana splits in one afternoon. good times.

9. Favorite thing about your room? 

i live in a jungle. but also in an art gallery cause my mom buys paintings online and resells them, but it’s become such a habit for her they are literally EVERYWHEREE I CANNOT.

also sorry mom i keep forgetting to water the GAZILLION plants THAT YOU HAVE MOVED INTO MY ROOM FOR SOME REASON. they’ll be dead by the time ur home. srry ilyyyyy.

also tae hmu if u want some paintings. i got way too many.

10. Opinion on love? 

dude. idk. i mean. it’s definitely not something one can describe easily or fully grasp.

im still waiting for my big love to come along, so like, we can talk about that when we get there.

otherwise, i’ll say this quote that i heard in a song:

give your heart, but keep your head.

11. Are you affectionate? 

with certain people. im weird.

with some people im like no, don’t touch me pls. i bite and scratch.

and with others you cannot get them out of my death love grip.

12. Who do you look up to? 

i look up to bts a lot. they’re doing a lot of good and they’re very respectable artists.

but i also look up to a lot of writers on here because i want to create worlds and writings like them. i won’t tag them cause rip them trying to find why i tagged them in this long ass post haha.

13. Favorite poet? 

@psycho-slytherin

lol sorry bae

ur gonna have to scroll to find out why i tagged u. and then go red and yell at me. hahah.

i also like silentium! by Fyodor Tyutchev

also everything by pushkin (esp ‘i loved you’ fuck that one gets me every time). seriously. that man isn’t called the golden poet in our country for nothing.

i actually don’t read a lot of poetry nowadays unless its my own or my friends’

but im open to recommendations

14. Song that makes you happy? How about one that calms you down when you’re in a bad place?

answered here!

15. Do you play an instrument?

lol no. i was almost taught the piano (lol rip me, i wanna kill my younger lazy ass self) and i dabbled into learning the violin. but that’s like a whole story and a half hahahaha.

16. Do you do art? Using what (pencil, watercolor, etc)?

i used to pencil draw, nothing special tho. a lot of naked ppl lol. butts n boobs were my fave. also pecks whoo.

17. Do you dance? What style of dance? 

i don’t! but i want to. i’ve been looking into dancing schools. i might do hip hop n stuff. see if i have the rhythm, i can’t tell from just jumping around my room lol

18. What’s your zodiac sign? Do you believe in astrology? 

im a libra yo. diplomatic and indecisive af.

i kinda do? there’s some sense there, but it’s too vague. i think ppl need to look into their charts to really grasp their character.

and for some it may not be true at all, so like. idk. we’re all just doing our best here.

19. Favorite old film? 

a russian film that i always watch over the new year. my mom would always joke that the new year doesn’t start till we watch it lol

the irony of fate

20. What’s your hairstyle? 

idk

u

tell

me

21. What weather is the most beautiful, in your opinion?

cloudy but warm. so there’s not too much sun but u can enjoy a nice walk outside without getting rained on.

22. What upsets you most about the world? 

i only have two hands but there are so many cats and dogs. i cannot pet all of them.

23. Are you in love right now?

answered ;)

24. Do you have a crush? If so, talk about them!

here u go

25. Do you have pets? Talk about something sweet about them! 

i don’t! but i wish i did i would shower them with my love.

but @the-trth-untold dogs are the cutest and @psycho-slytherin cats make my day. pls spam meeeee. also i love @paristae cat too.

26. Do you have a lucky number? 

yup. 22.

27. Have you ever wished on a star? What about on a fallen eyelash? 

i’ve never seen a fallen star, so no.

but i’ve wished on a fallen eyelash, always.

28. Do you believe emoji spells to work? 

emoji spells??

bruh i’ve never even heard of it till this ask wtf is that shit

bruh i mean if it works for ppl all power to them??? idk i never tried it

29. Do you believe in magic in general? 

i believe in magic tricks. but magic died for me when santa stopped existing.

30. What’s the most beautiful thing in life, In your opinion?

here

31. Opinion on the color pink? What about baby blue? 

gorgeous colors. i quite like mauve pink and deep dark blue tho.

but baby blue looks amazing on some folks. oof.

32. What instrumental sound is your favorite? 

piano. always.

33. Do you like the sound of wind? What about the sound of rain? 

answered :)

34. Who makes you happy? 

bts and all of my mutuals

35. What makes you happy? 

sleep, food, music, writing, cuddles. and forehead kisses.

also more listed here

36. Imagine your ideal life, the life you wish to make, what will that look like? 

i live in a nice apartment. doesn’t have to be expensive, just nice and clean with wooden floors and spacious windows.

i have all the necessities that i need and im never lonely.

i have also touched countless hearts by my books and am able to live comfortably just from my works.

haha. you said ideal, right?

also have someone to spend it with. someone i’d write poetry about daily. a bestfriend first and foremost before a lover.

37. Do you wear makeup? If so what’s your favorite type of makeup or specific makeup product? Favorite store to buy makeup?

answered this fella here

38. Do you wear dresses? If so what’s your favorite dress you own? 

i used to have dresses. but not anymore.

i liked the long sleeve sweater black one i had with a low cut. it was gorgeous. i dont have much of boobage but i always felt like i was sexy in it.

39. Ever been heartbroken? How do you deal with it? 

yep. you just kind of take it one day at a time. some days will be better than the last. some days you’ll cry a little harder and some days you move on a little further. it takes time. make sure you have good people around you so you don’t fall into depression.

40. Who’s your closest friend? What do you love about them? 

ah, to be honest i don’t have a closest friend. i’ve always been the kind of person that always had friends around her but never anyone too deep. and i kinda wish i did. i just don’t know who would come to fill that spot. people always leave, so i kind of gave up assigning that spot. i think the people that want to be in that spot will show themselves and tell me. otherwise i will not assume or assign.

41. Introvert or extrovert? 

introvert. but i have my moments. i can be charming and friendly when i want to.

42. Do you like MBTI? What’s your MBTI? 

i had to look it up cause i forgot what it was lol

i took the test a while back: im infp.

there’s not a lot of us, apparently. which is cool. shout out to all infps out there!

43. Would you be a fairy, a mermaid, a vampire, a siren, or an angel? 

hmmm. what kind of fairy tho? lol

maybe vampire? idk i’d be a sexy immortal lady that’d bite innocent boys and girls that just want to have a good time lol

44. What’s the best song a friend has ever introduced to you? 

this oneee

45. Parlez-vous français? 

no~

46. Most beautiful place you’ve been to? 

butchart gardens

47. Where/when do you truly feel at home? 

here

48. Does smiling put you in a better mood? Try it right now, you’re smile is gorgeous! 

kdjfalkfjdlkdsaf //hides

this ask is flirting with me…

well that’s as much action as im going to get this new years eve lol

49. Favorite shoe you own?

my sweet rose gold kicks, yo.

50. Can you walk in stilettos? Do you like them? 

lol no. i cannot. and i do not. im not made for heels. im tall enough as it is.

51. Do you feel loved? 

every time i talk to my mutuals yes //cry

52. How do you express love to those you care about? 

by saying cute words and by clinging to them like a koala.

53. Favorite term(s) of endearment? 

sweetheart, dear, idk im just like anything honestly. love, baby. go crazy.

i also love mean terms like idiot and stuff. or nicknames that hold inside jokes, something between the two of you only.

54. Most romantic thing someone’s ever done for you? 

hasn’t happened yet. so yeah. any takers? lol

55. When is the happiest you’ve ever been? 

reading a good book for the first time. or just experiencing something new that i end up loving for the first time. nothing can replace that first feeling.

56. Are you happy right now? 

happy im almost done hahhahahahaa. ha.

no but srsly i am

57. What makes you smile? 

stupid jokes. puns. someone laughing and showing themselves fully.

58. Do you laugh a lot? 

i mean. i think so? i try. i make jokes a lot and laugh at myself if that counts?

59. What’s your favorite kind of aesthetic? 

ughhhh comfy bf aestheticcc

60. Do you want to marry for love or for some other reason (like money)? 

i have a sour view on marriage. so only if i love someone hard enough. but even then i don’t know if i’ll do it. it hurts too much to think about marriage and wedding rings for me.

61. What would your dream wedding look like? Do you want to get married? 

see above.

62. Favorite flower?

orchid.

63. Favorite artist?

claude monet.

64. Favorite music artist?

bts lol

no surprises there.

65. How kind do you think you are? Is kindness important to you? 

its not something for me to decide. i try to be kind to everyone, but how it is interpreted is different for everyone. i’d like to think i’m kind.

and yes, very important. especially being kind to yourself.

66. Ever made a playlist for someone? 

yes i have. i love making playlists for people. i don’t get asked that enough.

67. Do you have anything you do to physically comfort you when your sad? Such as a favorite blanket? Or a relaxing bath? 

music. music always helps. and tea.

ideally i’d love for someone to massage my scalp, but hahah no one’s been able to do it the right way. when it’s done right i melt and forget about everything.

68. Early bird or night owl? 

night owl.

moonchild, lol

69. Morning routine? 

wake up, look in the mirror, look away from the mirror, go back to bed.

70. Night routine? 

SHOWER N NICE SMELLING LOTIONS. AND SKINCAREEEEEE OOOOF.

also fresh sheets.

71. What is the most lovely quality a person could have in your opinion? 

answered here

72. Do you cry often? Does crying help you get the emotions out? Do you feel better after? 

i only cry when i watch or read something. and it does help. i always feel better after. but i tend to keep my emotions hidden away, the negative ones at least.

73. Do you like hugs? 

i love hugs. come hug me, bro.

u must smell nice tho.

74. When was the last time you kissed someone?

august.

75. Are you small or tall? 

tall. 175cm.

76. Do you like wholesome memes? 

answered

77. Favorite thing about the past? 

cd players. chia pet commercials. flip phones. mom jeans.

78. Do you ever wonder about the future? 

all the time. esp mine. i have no idea what the fuck im doing.

79. Have you ever lived in a different country than you currently live in? 

yep. i’ve lived in america and canada before. and traveled a lot.

80. Do you like plane flights? Airports? 

i don’t mind flying. and depends on the airport. some are better than others.

81. Sunrises or sunsets? 

sunrises. every day is a new day~

82. The beach or a forest? 

bitch- i mean beach. :)

83. What time of day do you tend to be in the best mood? 

any time i am eating. or sleeping. or reading.

im so close to being done omg. this is fun tho.

84. Do you push yourself to act together and in a good mood even when you aren’t? 

always. ain’t nobody gonna deal with that baggage lol

85. Favorite kind of tree? 

japanese maple tree

86. Do you care about the health of the Earth? 

i mean i don’t even care about my health that much tbh, i need to work on that.

87. What did you like most about your childhood, if anything? 

that i got to travel and learned english very young.

88. Do you read a lot? What’s your favorite book? 

answered here

89. What are you most nostalgic for at the moment? 

old school disney

90. What’s your favorite personality trait you have? 

answered this bad boi here

91. List at least ONE thing you love about your appearance. 

eyes. have to work on my ass tho. squats baby.

92. When was the last time you truly felt calm, without much of anything to worry about? 

after a massage.

93. Do you worry a lot? 

eh, i worry enough, i suppose. there’s just some stuff you can’t control.

94. The dazzling lights of the city or the relaxing countryside?

dazzling lights of the city. especially in the evening. and in the winter. ahhhhh. someone hold my hand and walk with meeeeee.

95. Ever changed the shoelaces on one of your shoes? For what reason? 

no i haven’t had that pleasure, lol

maybe next year

96. Favorite pastry? 

BUTTER. CROISSANT.

97. Do you like doing little acts of kindness? 

yes. uwu

98. How’s your day/night going? 

well im finally done with this ask holy shit, and i need to resume writing my namjoon fic so… fantastic. i also have noodles. whoooo.

thank you for reading this whole damn mess of an ask.

ily