#penpal relationships

[lotusarchon]

hiii! I was wondering if I could request MK having a crush on his coworker?? For example like- Reader works as a waiter in pigsys and Mk admires them a little too much

Can you make it spicy too in a way?? Sorry if that sounds demanding 😭😭

Yhank you!! Have a nice day<333

waiter, waiter! one serving of my heart, please (mk x reader)

content warnings: gender neutral reader, second pov (you/your), reader and Pigsy's relationship is strictly professional/no solid relationships between them, mk is in love

author's notes: twas a bit hesitant to write this cause it kinda reminded me of an asshole i once met in my older server bleghhhhh :< also sorry, i couldn't make it spicy agh

MK remembered when you first walk through the door. It was another Tuesday afternoon, bored out of his mind after another day of delivering noodles and saving the city. He'd only just returned, filling in Tang about the demons he came across while Pigsy made something in the kitchen.

And you were there. A bit dull-eyed compared to what MK remembered, but still wearing that smile he'd grown so fond of. You'd raised your hand in greeting, asking for the owner of the establishment you'd enter.

He remembered being too dazed to really focus on the conversation. All he knew was that he'd call for Pigsy, then spent the next hour or so watching you from a corner. It wasn't until you had taken your leave did he realize to ask, and he turned to Pigsy for answers.

“Oh, don't look at me like that.” Pigsy had sighed, sliding a bowl of freshly cooked noodles towards him. “You've been busier than ever with your training. And since we don't want a repeat of last time―” Last time meaning the clone incident. He still couldn't get over obese Delivery Clone trying to eat Pigsy… “―I figured a helping hand around here would do the trick.”

MK pretended to pout. “So you're replacing me?”

“No, dumbass.” Pigsy threw a wet cloth at Tang. It landed with ease, and the scholar whined. “Just that you don't have to stress too much about not doing enough around here. (Name)’ll work in your free time, and you theirs.”

It didn't seem like too bad of an arrangement. There were days he couldn't be around, swamped with training or some monster that wouldn't leave the city alone, and Pigsy would need an extra hand to help around. He could've asked Mei though, but he figured that the pig demon also wanted to offer employment to anyone in need of it.

It's just that, while MK had eaten his noodles and stared through the window to past the time, he really thought you were interesting, and the plans Pigsy had meant that, most likely, neither of you would get to speak together.

And that sucked. Because, once MK had the idea (and mere audacity, to quote a certain hot tempered bull prince) of befriending someone, not even the Buddha could pry the thought from his head.

Which in turn, lead to certain events, as of now. Hanging around during his own breaks to catch a mere glimpse of you, trying to play off the ‘cool’ hero act only to have his own staff knock him over in the process, god awful flirting attempts (seriously, those lines were bad bad), to name a few of the things he'd done. That wasn't even mentioning the times he accidentally held you up during rush hour, earning a scolding from Pigsy and customers that were completely rude to you and made MK feel so guilty in the aftermath.

With that last one, you'd think that such behavior would be enough to put anyone off. No sane adult liked getting yelled at for actions that weren't their fault, especially from their boss.

By the gods, you were a literal saint. And MK would be damn well lying if he said he wasn't head over heels in love, and that was saying something.

But, no. You still smiled at MK every morning when clocking in for work, and you still laughed at his bad jokes and horrible flirting lines. The rare off chance you two spoke, you were always so nice, not even bringing up the fact he'd gotten you into so much trouble over and over again.

“You're going on your lunch break?” He asked, waiting outside for you to show your face once again. Today had been his day off, but with Mei busy and the city surprisingly peaceful for the time, what better way to spend it than with you?

The question was a bit…too obvious, honestly. Of course you'd be going on your lunch break at this hour, how would he not know when he worked for Pigsy at the same time?? Plus, it's not like he hadn't hassled Pigsy before about your work hours and the time you'd take your breaks so…

You raised your head and glanced at him, nodding slightly. “Yes. Would you like to join me?”

In his head, MK was jumping for joy. He had been planning on asking you if he should join, but then you went right ahead and invited him first. This was progress at its finest, and MK was nabbing at this opportunity faster than lightning.

Just as quickly, he responded, “I mean, if you wouldn't mind me, I don't mind! Like, if you want me, haha….”

He could imagine Mei looking down at him in disappointment. <Seriously, confidence is key. You're the Monkie Kid, what do you have to be worried about!?

That was easy for her to say! She was always cool, unlike MK who'd embarassing himself in front of you so many times….

Lost in thought, he hadn't realized you'd stopped walking until he nearly tripped over a table. You had the kindness to grab at him before he fell, offering your sweet, signature smile while he took a seat, nervously laughing.

“So….”

“So…”

How awkward. MK played with his sleeves, watching you pop open a box of noodles from Pigsy and eat. How the fuck do you even start conversations again?

As if you read his mind, you raised your head and gave him another smile. How he wished he had a notebook and pen around, if only to sketch you with such a peaceful expression.

“You can speak, if you'd like,” you said assuringly, picking up a mushroom from your bowl. MK was never a fan of vegetables, but watching you stick it into your mouth made him wonder if he should try eating some. “I'll listen. ‘kay?”

So thoughtful. “O..okay…”

And boy did MK speak. He chattered endlessly about anything that came to mind, gauging how you reacted carefully. Sometimes, you'd finish chewing to comment or too, other times, your expression would change with whatever he was talking about, nodding along in agreement with his peeves and then shaking your head when someone else supposedly did him wrong.

At some point, he'd completely trailed off topic, staring at your lips wrapped around your chopstick. He was technically still yapping, except that now―

“What did you just say?”

He blinked.

What…..what had he been talking just now? Was it something that upsetted you!? Fuck, he's such an idiot, allowing his mouth to blabber―

“You…like me?”

….

…

MK stood to bolt.

It turned out you were a lot faster than you gave him credit for. You had already grabbed him by the collar, yanking him backwards and onto the seat―this time, next to you.

“MK.”

Dear god, he wanted to disappear. Why hadn't Monkey King taught him one of his 72 transformations?? Fleeing from this situation would be a whole lot faster….

“MK.” You repeated his name, turning his head to look at you. “I heard you, you know.”

MK sighed. “Listen, I'm so sorry―”

“Why? Who said I didn't like you too?”

“―like, I know, I know, you're not here for relationships or any of that sort, and I shouldn't―what did you just say?”

You smiled slightly. “I said, I like you too.”

“Oh.”

“...”

“...”

And then MK fainted.

“MK? Are you alright?”

@lotusarchon , 28.11.2024, all rights reserved. do not copy, repost or translate my works without permission. comments, reblogs and likes are appreciated!

[nero-neptune]

NORTHERN EXPOSURE 3.04 “Animals R Us”

“You got a dog. Good! You spend too much time by yourself, O’Connell. Besides, pets are said to have a humanizing effect.”

[lornight]

Howdy,

My name is Hash, I'm 24, and I'm studying Archaeology in Yorkshire, UK. I'm passionate about astrophotography, fencing, baseball, and caving. When I'm not on a dig, I love delving into crime cases and exploring the paranormal. I've also started learning sign language recently.

I'm excited to connect with someone who shares similar interests or can introduce me to new adventures. I'd love to hear about your favourite archaeological interests and any dreams you have about future explorations. Is there an archaeological site that holds a special allure for you, one that you think would be perfect for a romantic date?

I'm thrilled to hear from you and delve into your life, interests, and passions. Our journey together is just beginning, and Getting to know you is like embarking on an expedition, where each letter is a new artefact to discover. As Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Despite the distance, I believe we can create a meaningful connection through our letters, who knows, maybe one day we'll embark on these exciting journeys together!

Tumblr: Lornight

[thelambliesdown1974]

Guys Steve’s almost 80. I can’t suffer this loss.

[gaeapplehairline]

I've been thinking about since I was 6, but the idea of a pen pal is the purest form of care and emotion.

Spending portions of your paycheck on stamps just so you can talk to your special person, whether romantic or platonic. Taking the time to go to the post office. Remembering all your favourite things that happened that week so you can write them all in detail. Having physical photos of the things they really wanted to send you. Excitedly checking the mail hoping their letter came in. Memorizing their handwriting, knowing how they felt when they wrote it. Knowing their favourite pen. Genuinely loving them for the way they cram their thoughts onto a page, for the passion they write with. Worrying when nothing comes in for a while. Saving up all your money just to send them a large package for the holidays, or their birthday. Learning of the culture of their state, province, or even country just from the way they see it.

When you think of them you don't think of how their hair looks, or their small mannerisms. Instead you know how they dot their i. How much they love to use semicolons. You know they're excited not cause they're eyes light up but because their y looped into the next letter because they wrote too quick to pick up the pencil. The way they write their name. The silly sign-offs they started doing as a joke but really enjoy doing. The tiny doodles in margins they did while thinking of what to say.

Staying up at night, thinking about meeting them in person possibly for the first time. Getting to eat a meal together for the first time. Showing them around your town. Going to their favourite museum. Finally seeing that sweater that they talked about for months before finally getting. Knowing that you'd technically only just met this person but they know you better than anyone, and can fall into conversation perfectly.

It's just something that's always fascinated me as a small child and growing up with access to the internet I think about so much more. I can count on the fact that my friends will respond within 73 hours, I know when they see what I sent. You can't have that through paper and the idea is just darling to me.

[jax784]

Whom ever you choose i 🥰 you .

Come back I miss our adventures

[worriedvision]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT (might as well make that a tag at this point oml)

Kaveh and reader 'dating' so their parents stop asking them to settle down with someone (both reader and Kaveh are adults - they haven't felt an emotional attraction to anyone yet and they decided to make this deal so that they would use this as a cover up).

You catch feelings, he doesn't.

When you call him to your house (you live alone), you plan to confess your love. Unfortunately, you're shut up by him gushing about a man he has successfully asked out and gotten a reciprocation. You instantly feel jealous of this guy, Kaveh showing the love you knew you looked at him with.

You manage to congratulate him,him hugging you and thanking you for supporting him before calling things off (from his perspective, this was only temporary and he never gave you a chance).

Now, you're able to cry by yourself at the break up.

In the following weeks, Kaveh wants to talk to you as his friend. However, you flake out last minute and find an excuse. It hurts too much to see him happy with someone else, and you being used so his parents stopped asking him about when you two would get married. He doesn't understand why you've grown so distant from him, and his boyfriend reassures him that he did nothing wrong.

And of course your parents are toxic AF and blame you for not keeping Kaveh.

And no, Alhaitham is not the boyfriend. In fact, most of the arguments are between Alhaitham and the boyfriend regarding who was at fault for you not being around anymore. For once, Kaveh silently agrees with Alhaitham when he states that you must have tried to make the situation work whereas he didn't.

[oliverlies]

Hey, I’m Tegan ✨

Full-time boy mom of two wild souls, 911 dispatcher by night (and day), and a uni student hustling through a biology & chemistry degree with dreams of becoming a physician assistant. 📚💉 Life’s a mix of chaos and ambition, but I’m here for it.

Obsessed with astrology, cozy vibes, and connecting with kindred spirits. 🌙🌿 If you’re down for deep chats, late-night ramblings, or just a chill Discord friend to vibe with, reach out to me. 🌻🖤

[darling]

Guys, I don't usually address personal issues here, but I feel like I should.*

I had almost daily contact with a 62-year-old penpal for years and I opened up about many topics and I had a great deal of respect for her and we were always friendly.

I opened up about personal issues and even some of the harsh and unfair dynamics I've experienced with men online and how I projected that and it was frustrating and I made it clear how important closure is in my life.

And she always seemed understanding and supportive and even shared the sentiment and always supported me and showed concern for me personally.

But recently she blocked me out of the blue, didn't even write a goodbye note.

And I know this is an online platform, but for me I don't discriminate against a relationship simply because it's not tangible.

She locked her blog and never gave me closure and that caused me a lot of confusion, self-awareness, sadness and disappointment.

She was always in my notes, liking almost everything I posted and showing concern for my absence and then this same person simply blocks me and dismisses me.

She knowing everything I've been through and going through, and how things resonate with me, me being sensitive, doing this after almost half a decade of contact is frustrating and disappointing to say the least.

And if that's really all she really is, a person who reduces others to nothing and in such an indifferent way, she's worse than ANY man I've ever dealt with in the past.

It's been weeks and I've always avoided 'burdening' our interactions with my issues and I refuse to believe that I deserve this, so whoever is reading this, don't be that person.

The place to speak has been taken away from me, I write about this because I wasn't given any options and I'm an intense person and they can't judge me for dealing with a situation that was imposed upon me the way I want.

Value your interpersonal relationships and people who care about you and address what bothers you and provide closure when appropriate, because life is not black and white and having emotional responsibility with people you deal with and create bonds with is a crucial act of reciprocity, respect and one of the pillars of maturity. Be a reference for treatment for yourself, Thank you. (❣)

[the-terrible-theys]

(trans!)zach and aviva were bunkmates at science camp. i know because i was there

[sea-moon-star]

Tu Me Manques || KTH

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x f.reader

Genre: Fluff, Boyfriend!Tae, Penpal!Tae

WC: 1.8k

Summary: Inspired by Layover's aesthetic, just Tae being a long distance boyfriend with 90's heartthrob vibes.

A/N- As a Tae bias, Paris screams Tae & the Pop/W/Arena photoshoot deserved a fic! 🌊🌙⭐️

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I've never been to France, I've only ever lived in the little seaport of Pohang in Gyeongsang, South Korea. Yet, I'd grown up watching all those movies depicting the beauty of Paris, listening to Lolo Zoui, Carla Bruni, Angèle, Pomme, Louane, Stromae and more. I'd begun to learn French from apps on my tiny phone screen and baked Ratatouille, all in bids to make my Parisian dream come true. But I knew given my financial situation, I'd never be able to make it true. The closest I'd ever come to it was the descriptions sent by my pen pal writing to me from Versailles. When I'd signed up for the pen pal program back in school, I'd never imagined my luck that I'd be patched with someone in my dream country. Kim Taehyung and I had been writing to each other since a decade now, from the early 2000's till now. He was a Korean descent boy who's family had moved to France while he was still a kid. He wanted to stay in touch with his Korean roots and I wanted to vicariously live in France. It worked out just perfectly, especially as we grew up and switched between both languages, our letters getting longer, photos getting added to our notes, hand pressed flowers being sent inside envelopes, souveniers being exchanged across the miles. But nothing prepared us 90's babies for the technological revolution and what that would bring. I wasn't prepared to hear his deep and dusky voice especially in contrast to his boyish charm and soft demeanor on paper. It caught me off guard as did his photo, him sending me a cheeky picture where he's trying to eat a chocolate minitature Eiffel tour. Even though he knows I love chocolate and that was what should've caught my attention, I was far too distracted by him in his leather jacket and jet black tresses.

I told myself it couldn't be true, it just couldn't be possible. I mean we'd never met!! How could I be attracted to someone that I didn't even know irl, who knew what kind of a man he really was? There was only so much letters, photos & calls could reveal. Besides we were continents away with neither planning to cross the sea between us. I just told myself that I was projecting my love for France onto him, it was just me romantizing everything to make it fit like a neatly tied gift. But this want a fairytale, it was reality and Tae and I were simply not happening.

But fate had other plans, I saw all of France through his eyes. Starting with the Palace of Versailles, which was the first place he'd video called me from- he'd made up his mind to travel the country while letting me experience it through his footsteps. He'd keep his camera on, give his commentary and share every moment of his adventures with me. And so one day, when we'd run out of new places to visit, I asked him to take me to a place that reminded him most of me. Something that he thought would resonate with me, somewhere he'd take me first if I was actually able to visit there. And I wasn't ready for what he had in mind. I imagined he'd pick one of the more obvious spots like the Louvre where we'd bonded over Monet's art work all day or the vineyards of Champagne where we'd been on call all through the night. But instead he went to the Place du Trocadéro, as the sun set behind him and the stars sprinkled across the sky. This elevated and open green space nestled behind the Eiffel tower was a less visited but still tourist friendly location. With its dancers and musicians, street food carts and fountains- it's alive and the magic of Paris is visible at its best. "I chose this place because it's so alive, you can feel the excitement and passion in the air. It reminds me of you- with your bubbly energy and buzzing enthusiasm. It's filled with songs by favorite artists, the chocolate crêpes here have your name written all over them and everytime I watch couples on a date here, families taking pictures in the light of the tower, tourists videocalling their loved ones. I just knew, I had to show this place to you, not just on camera but in reality. I promise you, someday I'll find a way to get you here. I've never seen anyone treasure this place the way you do, the locals here think it's a tourist trap and sometimes I do too. But everytime I show you around, the stars in your eyes and the small O's of your mouth remind me of the beauty that surrounds me. You're beautiful... I mean it's beautiful. Isn't it?"

And in that moment as he bit his lip realizing his mistake, that he accidentally called me pretty instead of the scenery. I couldn't help but come to a huge realisation myself. I wasn't looking at the scenery any longer, I was looking at him. Him in his cozy and furry sweater that I wanted to cling onto, him with his shoes half worn knowing that he hated wearing footwear even when he knew he'd be walking all day, him with his large fingers easily gripping the phone even as he was being pushed through the crowd, him with his nervous laughter as his tipsy self slipped secrets he otherwise wouldn't share. What mattered to me wasn't the shine that shone behind him but the sparkle in his eyes. Even though France was and would always be my first love, I had fallen in love once again. And this time, I could tell it was stronger than before because even though I was visiting the most gorgeous place in sight, as he'd rightly described- I was consumed by him. I was in love not with the city of romance but with the man who'd introduced me to it.

"Tu me manques." I told him, knowing that he'd know what I meant. French was known as Aphrodite's chosen language for a reason. It was so much more than just me saying, I miss you like what the words translated to English or Korean meant. It was me telling him that "he was missing from me, that he was a part of my body, something that was integral to my existence, like the only way I'd be whole was if he was here next to me." And that's why this one phrase was more powerful than any amount of I love yous said in any other tongue and I knew he understood that. Because in that moment, I could see his eyes tear up as his boxy smile graced his face and he leaned forward to press his lips against the phone screen. Sending me a kiss, across the world as the winds in the sky and the glowing moon above us, passed on his love to me.

THE END. 🌊🌙⭐️

[malhare-archive]

Trying to process grief regarding someone who isn't actively, physically in your daily life sucks

[heatwa-ves]

hi Tia!! what's your opinion on the ship of Souma and Adonis? :3

I've seen a lot of cute fanart of them but I know basically nothing about their relationship

they're really sweet! they're best friends and love eachother a lot, I've only read a few stories with them in (greek legends and palace of the ocean iirc) but I like them they're cute :] souma makes adonis a bento sometimes and they go on runs together and stuff.. great ship they're ourple 💥

[catsp1racy]

Fic recs #56?

Ian is mugged one night in Kyiv, but the muggers, upon seeing what is in his wallet, run away. Ian doesn't know what this means. Does it have anything to do with the long-distance Ukrainian boyfriend he had as a teenager?

Pen-Pal AU turned Army/Mafia AU

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39481842/chapters/98818692

[just-spacetrash]

💫

[void-tiger]

I’m definitely gonna miss you, but I think I finally trust we’re at a place where things are secure well enough for hopefully continued growth as friends, and it’s that insecurity I find unbearable, not the absence itself.

See you in a month. (Have fun. Enjoy your reconnection. Be safe.)