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ihanflwr · 8 days ago

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YEA MY BOYFRIEND’S PRETTY COOL - nishimura riki (pt.2)

part 1 is here

IN WHERE; you try to make your ex, riki, jealous. it doesn't work out the best for you.

genre: a tinyyy bit angsty, fluff

warning: a little bit of cursing, suggestiveness, underage drinking.

not proofread! 🙆🏾‍♀️

it's 5:30 AM on a monday, and you can barely keep your eyes open. you lazily shift over to your vanity and rub your eyes.

you usually didn't wear makeup, but you decided to switch it up today. you look down at your uniform, realizing how wrinkly it is. you groan and just wear a hoodie to cover it up.

after finishing your makeup, you get out the house and walk to school. it was usually tradition to walk to school with winter, sunoo, and sometimes woonhak, but today you just needed some space.

that was until you heard a familiar, booming voice and a bunch of footsteps scurrying towards you. you stop in your tracks and sigh.

"noona!" woonhak calls out. you turn around and flash him a fake smile. he walks over with his other friends: myungjae, taesan, leehan, sungho, riwoo.

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"i haven't seen you in forever!" he catches up to you and puts a hand around your shoulder, practically suffocating you.

"you just saw me yesterday," you squeak, pushing him away to catch your breath.

"why'd you end the party so abruptly like that?" riwoo asks, a look of faux dissapointment on his face.

"i was just.. overwhelmed," you mumble. "nothing too serious."

"y/n, we all know you and riki broke up. quit the act," taesan blurts out. your eyes widen. myungjae hits taesan on the back.

"we agreed not to talk about that!" he whisper shouts.

"it's okay, i dont mind," you lie. you actually did mind a lot. why was riki going around telling everyone your business? "who told you we broke up?"

"if you're asking that, you obviously mind," sungho mumbles.

"riki told us," leehan confesses. you nod. of course.

"okay, good to know," you say, speeding up so you can get to school quicker. woonhak calls after you once again but you ignore him, your sole focus on getting to school.

riki was on the school's swim team for some reason, so they were always the first ones at school to practice. he used to always complain to you and say how much he wanted to quit, but his parents never let him.

after a lot of walking, you finally make it to the school's indoor swimming pool. you never realized how hot the guys on the swim team were. they all had somewhat toned bodies, making you want to faint right then and there.

but no, you had a mission to complete.

usually, a group of 3 girls or so would sit on the bleachers and just watch the swim team practice just so they could ogle over their muscles. you look over at the girls and spot a familiar face.

rei.

has ni-ki really moved on that quickly? you bite your lip angrily. however, that's not the point. you approach the team captain, anton, and tap him on the shoulder.

"what's up?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. it kinda annoyed you how quiet he was sometimes.

(its js for the plot i love him i swear😭)

"do you think i could talk to riki real quick?" you ask and he stares at you hesitantly.

"we're kinda in the middle of something right now.." he scratches the back of his neck.

"please. its an emergency."

"uhm--"

"don't make me beg. i just need to talk to him for like two seconds." you urge, holding up two fingers. he sighs and almost rolls his eyes, blowing his whistle.

"riki, y/n needs to talk to you." anton then turns to look at you. "if he's gone for too long, my coach will kill me. make it quick."

you nod and look over at ni-ki who dries himself off with a towel and slips on a t-shirt. he walks over to you, his hair still wet. you must admit, he looks so good right now. he gestures at a door and you guys walk out. he immediately lets out a yelp at the cold air.

he crosses his arms in an attempt to warm himself up. "hey."

"hi.." you say awkwardly. he doesn't make eye contact with you. honestly, you lowkey forgot what you even wanted to talk about, so you just start stalling.

"have you already moved on?" you ask. riki raises an eyebrow and glares at you. he shakes he head.

"no, but why do you care?" he's shivering slightly.

"i don't," here you go with the lying again.

"why'd you block me?" he asks abruptly.

"i thought it would be the best if i didn't talk to you," you say quietly.

"you're talking to me right now," he pokes his cheek with his tongue.

"do you like rei?" you ask, and you immediately regret it. he groans.

"you're seriously still going on about this?" he hated how stubborn you were.

"is she the reason we broke up?" you're practically interrogating him at this point.

"no, we broke up because you act like this," he snaps. you finally meet his eyes. now there's just an awkward silence that washes on you two.

anton pops his head outside and is also visibly uncomfortable from how cold it is.

"hurry up before i get scolded by my coach," he warns. without further notice, ni-ki walks back inside without even saying a word. anton looks at you worriedly but doesn't question it, heading back inside as well.

you gulp and slowly turn around, heading to the main campus. you just embarassed yourself even more.

5th period

your head is resting on your arms as you look out the window. your teacher is yapping about ancient China, and his voice is annoyingly monotone.

the way the trees sway in the wind is so peaceful, you could fall asleep. your eyes slowly start to shut. your seatmate, riki, nudges you but you ignore it.

"y/n, wanna tell me what dynasty started foot binding?" your teacher demands. riki whispers the answer in your ear.

"tang," you mumble without confidence, but suprisingly, you were correct. your teacher sighs.

"good job, but make sure you're paying attention," he mumbles. you nod. he goes back to yapping and you look over at riki. you want to thank him but remember you're supposed to be mad at him right now, so you put your focus back to the front of the room.

after what feels like hours, the bell finally rings, dismissing everyone to go to lunch. everyone scurries out of their desks and basically sprints over to the cafeteria. you search the classroom for winter and she grins, interlocking fingers with you.

“he still has feelings for you,” she says with a cheeky smirk. you tilt your head at her and you two begin walking to the cafeteria.

“why, because he gave me the answer..?” you raise an eyebrow.

“no, he was staring so hard at you while you were taking a nap!” she squeals. you roll your eyes.

“did you forget the plan? i need to make him jealous first before i consider other factors.”

“you’re actually about to listen to sunoo?” her eyes widen. “shit, okay then.”

at lunch, you, winter, woonhak and his friends sat around the table eating and gossiping. sunoo was sitting with riki and his friends.

“don’t you think you’re being too harsh?” sungho asks.

“no, she’s being reasonable,” taesan retorts. “if i were her, i would do worse.”

“guys, i’m over it now. chill.” you say, taking a bite out of your beef onigiri. everyone at the table side eyes you. “what?”

“you are NOT over him.” winter snorts.

“shut up,” you gently smack her. “is that 7-11 down the street still hiring?” winter looks at you and smirks.

“uh yeah, why?” riwoo asks. winter turns to riwoo and grins.

“she’s trying to make riki jealous, and apparently a lot of hot guys work at the 7-11.” says winter.

“i could’ve said that myself but okay,” you mumble.

“oh, i work there,” leehan says casually, “just fake date me.” you almost choke on your food. you wipe some sauce off your lips and stare at leehan.

“huh?”

“you don’t have to if you don’t want to, obviously,” he chuckles nervously.

“you’re a bit too eager,” myungjae teases, causing him to get flicked on the forehead by leehan.

“n-no, i’ll do it!” jesus christ, why were you stuttering so hard. leehan does that charming smile and nods.

“i’ll put in a good word for you,” he says.

“thanks..” you awkwardly look back down at your food. everyone at the table exchanges glances with each other.

“anyways!” woonhak exclaims. “who’s excited for our field trip to the beach?!” he starts to clap.

“woonhaks, that’s in two months,” taesan replies.

“am i not allowed to be excited?” woonhak shouts. you have to plug your ears from how loud he is.

“no, you’re not.” taesan says.

“y’all are so mean to my son,” myungjae whines, hugging woonhak.

“exactly!” woonhak pouts. you were able to drown out all the bickering and conversations with just your thoughts. you can’t stop thinking about leehan. you shake your head. you can’t fall for one of your best friends. plus, you never liked him before, why are you crushing on him all the sudden? winter notices you tweaking out and chuckles.

“you good?” she pats your back. you nod and go back to silently munching on your lunch.

after school

thanks to the good word leehan put in for you, you were able to immediately start working.

the whole day, you were so sleepy. you groggily scan the customer's items, your eyes threatning to shut. leehan comes behind you and pats your back.

"i can take over for now, hm?" he suggests, rubbing your back. he was alresdy taking this fake dating thing so seriously.

just as you were about to agree, the bell chimes, meaning a customer walked in the store. you look over and see RIKI AND REI. you rub your temples.

"is everything okay?" he asks, concerned.

"i can handle it for now. just, stay here with me." you say, looking up at him. he nods, still a bit confused.

you finish scanning the customer's items and you watch closely as riki and rei choose snacks for each other, gigling. you narrow your eyes.

"so that's why you wanted to me stay here?" leehan asks and chuckles. you nod.

after a while, they finally approach the cash register and place their stuff. just as rei is ahout to pull out her wallet, ni-ki already does it.

"stop that, i can pay for myself," rei pouts and hands you her card. riki shakes his head and also hands you his card.

"i'll pay, its fine."

"noo! its the least i can doo~" she whines.

"don't worry about it, you can pay me ba--"

"shut the fuck up and make up your mind already!" you snap. their eyes widen, and the air is thick. leehan gently pushes you away and bows.

"sorry about that," he laughs nervously, taking ni-ki's card and handing rei's card back to her.

after ringing them up and they leave the store, leehan turns to you.

"are you planning on already getting yourself fired?" he asks calmly. how was he being so gentle with you after you just caused a scene?

"i'm sorry.." you look down. he can tell you're starting to get upset and he gets closer to you. he hugs you, patting your head.

"it's okay, the shift is almost over," he reassures you. you two didn't even realize woonhak snickering and snapping pictures of you guys. leehan notices him and he gasps.

"when did you get here?" you quickly escape from leehan's grasp, standing as far away from him as you can.

"how did you guys not see me?" he laughs obnoxiously. you grab a random item and throw it him, causing him to let out an "ouch!".

"if you're not gonna buy anything, get out," leehan says trying to sound stern, but he can't hold back his smile.

"will y'all give me a discount?" he asks, rubbing his hands together.

"hell nah, get out." you say, your face still burning up.

"okay, okay.." he leaves the store. you and leehan lock eyes and burst out laughing.

after taking the bus home, you lay down on your bed (you changed into fresh pjs dw) and immediately text leehan.

fishdaddy: good job at work today!

y/n: i actually did horrible but thx anyways☹️🩷

fishdaddy: noo its great for your first time!

fishdaddy: you'll get better with more practice

y/n: why thank you

fishdaddy: np

fishdaddy: wanna walk with me and my friends to school tmrw?

y/n: sure i'll check in with winter

fishdaddy: okay!

you start to kick your feet in excitement before remembering it's all fake. you sigh and text winter.

y/n: is it okay if i walk with leehan and in his friendd in the morning

wifey: ofc! i can walk with giselle

y/n: okay great!!

wifey: have fun ;)

wifey: actually dont have TOO much fun 😶

y/n: 😨

~ part 3 will arive shortly ~

#enhypen niki #kpop #boynextdoor #heeseung #enhypen #kpop fanfic #jungwon #jay enhypen #jake sim #sunghoon #sunoo #nishimura riki #aespa winter #aespa #ive #naoi rei

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24kmar · 9 months ago

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 (T. DUNCAN, A. DONALDSON, P. ZWEIG)

𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

Apart of my fic "born stunna" and p2 to my fic "why you do the things you do"

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Art Donaldson x fem! Reader, patrick zweig x fem! Reader, tashi duncan x fem! Reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ MDNI,smut (edging, choking, bondage, being called a brat), angst, language, age gap (early 30's tashi, pat, and art early 20's reader) manipulative reader (wolf in sheeps clothing), sugar! Baby reader!, cheating, comfort sex with patrick and reader.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: y/n goes home after hanging out with patrick, to which tashi and art scold her. What happens when patrick decides he cant get enough and goes to her match the next day. Arising conflict. Enjoy!! 🎀🩷

THANK YOUU TO MY GIRL @doll-0f-flesh FOR HELPING ME OUT IMMENSELY

Y/n learned from a very young age that she could get whatever she wanted. Growing up the golden girl with daddies money. All she need to do was flash her million dollar smile and she was in. That didnt mean she didnt work hard. No, she worked harder. Why use a minimum of your abilites to get something when you can get anything.

She was smart, ambitious, power hungry, always wanting more. She was good at using things to her advantage. A rich scholar and outstanding tennis player. Tennis was almost everything. Playing since 13, getting a scholarship to stanford at 17, going pro by 19, getting signed to NIKE a year later, and being coached by one of the best tennis players by 21.

Tashi and art have been coaching her for 2 years. Her now being 23. The word failure wasnt in her dictionary. It wasnt win or lose, just win. And tashi loved that. Tashi also loved her. And so did art. They both found themselves falling in love with her 3 months into coaching. To which they decided to go on a limb and make her theirs.

"Where the fuck were you" tashi spits out, walking towards y/n as she puts her keys on the counter.

"Taking a drive, i told you this before i left." Y/n rolls her eyes. "Dont roll your fucking eyes at me." Tashi says putting her finger in y/n's face. "When you said 'drive'" tashi airquotes "i didnt think you meant come home two fucking hours later! You have a fucking match tomorrow y/n!" tashi yells

Turning her head, y/n see's art leaning against the doorway, arms crossed with a dissapointed look on his face.

"Were you with patrick?" Art speaks up, walking towards her. Now its tashi and art infront of her. By the she gives him, the answers clear. "You fuck him?" He asks, walking behind her. Moving her hair out of the way and placing slow kisses on her neck. He already knew she did. He just asked to mess with her. "Course you did" tashi scoffs, gripping y/n's jaw.

"You know whats gonna happen now right?" Tashi asks, recieving a nod from y/n.

"Tashi please" y/n pleads, arms tied above her head. Tashi's strap hitting all the right places.

"Why'd you fuck him huh?" Tashi ask gripping her neck, though not enough to restrict any airflow. To be met with incoherent mumbles. Squeezing harder she asks again "fucking answer me" she gritts out, using her other hand to slap y/n's cheek. Not hard, just a tap.

"Mmm, cus y'were being mean" y/n babbles "bein too hard on me with tennis." She moans, getting closer to her climax.

"so you're telling me you did this cause you were being a whiny brat?" Tashi scoffs, pulling out. Ruining her orgasm for the second time tonight.

Letting out a pitiful whine y/n begs "tashi please, i just wanna cum" tears starting to brim. Turning her head to try another tactic. Locking eyes with art as he sits in a chair in the corner of the room. "Art" she whines, hoping he'll help tashi go easy on her.

"Nuh uh brat, hes not gonna help you" tashi spits, lining up her fake cock with y/ns entrance, slaming into her. Standing up, art walks over to the bed. Sitting behind y/n, pulling her to rest her back against his chest. Trying to lessen the blow, kissing her neck, fingers groping her front softly. The softness of his touch contrasting with the roughness of tashis.

It was gonna be a long night.

𝑮𝑨𝑴𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝒀

Stepping out of the car, y/ns nerves are all over the place. She knows she cant lose. If she did, they would blame it on patrick and what happend yesterday. She would never hear the end of it.

Now here she is, stepping out of the locker room. Stretching and getting ready for the match to start. She doesnt see art or tash. But she knows they see her. She feels a weird presence. Like someones watching her. Turning to look behind her she sees...oh shit. Patrick.

Locking eyes with her he send i small wave and smile. Why the fuck was he here? Did he want tashi and art to kill him?

She couldnt let him throw her off her game. Not win or lose, just win.

The match is almost over, y/n dominating the court. Walking her opponent like a dog.

"oh fuck no" tashi scoffs

"What? What happened?" Art asks, worried something happened with you.

"Patricks here" tashi shakes her head in disbelief "the fucking nerve on him".

Watching him get up to go to the bar, they stand up to follow. If he thought he was just gonna get away with this, he was sorely mistaken.

"Patrick" art calls out, him and tashi walking towards pat. "Why the fuck are you here" tashi narrows her eyes.

"Woah guys, dont get your panties in a twist" patrick chuckles "just here to support my girl" he smiles.

Oh no the fuck he didnt.

"you mean OUR girl" tashi spits "what on gods green fucking earth made you think you could go for her. None the less, come here."

"we already told you yesterday, dont ever try coming for her again. Are you trying to get us mad?" Art says

"Dont-" patrick begins, getting cut off by y/n

"Where the fuck have you guys been" y/n speaks, her words laced with venom "you missed my whole fucking game"

"We're handling something" tashi dismisses her

"Handling something, or being petty"

"Dont act like you didnt start this" tashi turns to y/n

"If i upset you then talk to me about it, dont scold me like a fucking child and pick a fight with patrick"

"Guys-" art tries to calm them down

"If you didnt act like one i wouldnt have to" tashi retorts

"you know what, fuck this." Y/n scoffs, reaching into her tennis bag "i hope you're happy to hear that i fucking won" she says, shoving her medal into tashis hands. "Dont even bother taking me home, im calling an uber" y/n turns around and walks away.

Tashi and art felt like shit. The whole car ride home being completely silent. Tashi staring at the medal and art driving, thoughts swarming his head. When they got home, y/n was no where to be found. Her keys and car gone , everything else still there.

They called out her name, looking everywhere. They didnt think the fight couldve had affected her to the point where she just went MIA. Calling and texting her countless times. Only to be met with the call going straight to voicemail. Meaning one of two things, they were blocked or her phone was on airplane mode. Both bad scenarios since it meant she didnt want anything to do with them.

The only one who knew where she was, was patrick. She didnt go far, just to some hotel. He was the only person she answered the phone to. She knew he wasnt the one who started it, since he explained what happend. Now here she was, crying into the bed as he rubbed her back soothingly.

He had never seen her cry, unless it was tears of pleasure or joy. Tears of pleasure when he made her feel good. And tears of joy when she won. It broke his heart.

Making her sit up, he cupped her face and spoke "what you thinking about pretty girl" he said softly, brushing her hair out of her face. "Dont wanna talk about it" she sighs "can you just...hold me?" Without skipping a beat he pulled her into a hug and sooths her. This had been the most intimate moment theyve had.

"Just wanna forget" she sniffled

Moving to kiss her neck, he whispers "can i help you forget?"

Sighing, she nodded. She needed this, and he needed her to know that he was always there. Whether art and tashi wanted him to be or not.

When tashi said patrick had no dreams she was wrong, soso wrong. Because he did have a dream. And it was y/n. She was all he wanted, all he needed.

She was arts star, tashis winner, and patricks dream.

His dream, his fantasy, his happily ever after.

#Spotify #patrick zweig x reader #patrick zweig #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson #art donaldson smut #tashi donaldson smut #tashi donaldson #tashi donaldson x reader #tashi duncan x reader #tashi duncan smut #tashi duncan #challengers x reader #challengers smut #challengers movie #🪞𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 🎀#💭𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬💭

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mallas28 · 6 months ago

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Whats wrong with this chapter?

So Horikoshi just write this weird and wrong chapter with strange structure and composition only for beautiful picture in the end? Because so many serious problems brought up in manga are unanswered like:

1. Quirk singularity. Quirk evolving every time. Humanity is still in danger. There only a matter of time when someone will appear with ability to end the world with one hand.

2. Discrimination of quirks and quirkless people. I know that Shodji het a "reward" for fighting discrimination,but we still see that it exists. Like Dai(or how is that boy was named) is still bullied for hid quirk.

3. Heroes system doesn't change at all. No matter how you change to call a hero. In final chapter we see that It doesn't change. Like raitings are still there. We see that Tokoyami and Kirishima selling their products. So heroes are still capable making a huge amount of money. So there is a matter of time when heroes will become corrupted.

4. Quirkless people can't become heroes if they are not millionaires. So Horikoshi telling me that Izuku was miserable for 8 years, waiting for teacher in order to All Might suddenly appear and give him suit? Its quite hypocritical thing anx message dont you find it. Manga literally telling me that if you are not millionaires or dont have a millionare friend you cant achieve your dreams. Wow.... Very inspiring message. I have no words.

5. Why Izuku doesn't change? I mean he still looks like a teenager. Why Horikoshi doesn't bother to change his appearance a bit. Its so confusing.

6. No ship confirmed. I think Horikoshi feared to confirmation the ship. So he let open ending. (Or maybe because a sequel).

7. No Dekus father. Horikoshi promised to show Dekus dad. But ot was droped for nothing. Fans were waiting. But nothing happens. Horikoshi again chickened? As he did with ships?

8. No one dies except villains. Don't get me wrong i am not eager for blood or smth. But you have a FINAL WAR. And you spared even pilots with no names at all. Is this serious? Is this fair and called Final war?

I really hoping for sequel announcement in 5th August. Because so many questions still unanswered. Horikoshi as a writer really dissapointed me a lot. He chickened to do many things in order to make all fans pleased then his work lost his own shine.

If sequel will be out i wish that Horikoshi could have a strong willed and skilled editor. Who will encourage Horikoshi to write complex story. I think Horikoshi is too afraid lost popularity that he easy to change his own story to please everyone.

This ending was bad in many ways. To be honest i never ever read ending worst than that. Even Fairy Tale final chapter was better written.

I hope for sequel.

#dad for one #sorry for my english #bnha #mha 430 #bnha spoilers

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screechingsandwichhologram · 4 months ago

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bap dashboard simulator

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Halloween Episode is out! (10/30)

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did you guys see that family picture??? i need the dad CARNALLY

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hey im not in the seeing dolus fandom but i watched the new ep and is like. sophia okay? it seems superrr cultish to me.

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tell me you dont know what a bit is without telling me you dont know what a bit is

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hey op so thats super problmatic of you? bc sophia has stated MULTIPLE times that she's not part of a cult and that shes uncomfy with people saying that she is and also talking about cults in respect to sophia is breaking a boundary so you should probably delete this post bc ur crossing a line.

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witch suits her So Well !! i love her costume omg <3

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i hope you all like the new episode!

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TELL YOUR DAD TO JOIN YOUR VIDEOS

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

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NEW LORE NEW LORE NEW LOREEEE

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im adding to the masterpost this is so exciting we haven't gotten lore drops in a while

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liveblogging the halloween episode!!

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im so impatient im skipping the sponsor

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someone get this girl a black cat Right Now

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shes so fucking funny what the fuck was thattt

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shes just like me. stimming so real

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past halloween montage?? fr?? omg we never see personal stuff

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BSKDHJGKJFK

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THEY WERE NOT LYING HOLY HELL I NEED THAT MAN

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OH MY GOD

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foaming at the mouth rn

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dear lord forgive me bc im about to sin so hard rn

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jesus christ

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also sophias outfit is cute

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vaguely dissapointed that she didnt go as an angel bc shes sooo black cat angel coded

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"magnolia stop thirsting on main" "magnolia he appeared for ten seconds" "magnolia-" HAVE YOU SEEN THAT SOPPING WET CAT OF A MAN. I NEED TO GET HIM PREGNANT

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#oc #bap #brickwood amusement park #dashboard simulator #rain feathers talks

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tiffanyeatsyou · 1 year ago

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FORGOTTEN.

husband!nanami x wife!reader wc:1.3K contains: angst w/ nanami, afab!reader (she/her prns used), bit of fluff @ the end, slight mentions of drinking a/n: this is my first fic so im sorry if its a bit... ass...... ya... LOL ermmm hope u enjoy <3

nanamii<3:

8:30. drinks, snacks, movie. You + me?

y/n:

is that even a question?? ofc baby :)

y/n:

dont be late, ill be waitinggggg

nanamii<3:

I wont be, I promise.

i set two glasses down on the coffee table, with the best wine set alongside them, a bowl of popcorn, and some candies i went and got earlier. everything looks perfect. oh- and lets not forget, our favorite movie, La La Land. he should be here any second now so i sit, waiting patiently, trying to contain my excitement.

8:45, phew, trafic must be bad. ill just shoot him a little text

y/n:

“hey sweetie, everything alright? miss u!!! got our movie ready for us!!!”

9:00, a sinking feeling settled in. maybe he's just running late, I thought, trying to hold on to hope.

the minutes dragged on, 9:30. 10:00

10:50.

i’m tired. i walk up to our room with trembling legs and my- already bad vision- is clouded teary, blurry eyes. half from the wine i’ve guzzled down, the other half from crying.

he promised. promised. he said he wouldn't be late and here i am, left with dissapointment. i crawl into my side of the bed sobbing, until sleep, finally overcomes me.

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meanwhile, nanami is rushing and rushing to get out and into his car, speeding to his wonderful wife.

"shit. shit shit shit" he mumbles looking at his watch which reads 11:30. "i got carried away with my work god she’s gonna be so disappointed. i promised i’d be home early today for our long-awaited date. drinks, extremely unhealthy snacks,but most importantly, her: the perfect time."

i race to the door and quickly unlock it. “sweetheart?” i call out. i walk in to see a wine glass spilled on our coffee table, her phone, and a black tv screen.

fuck.

shes been drinking.

i run my fingers through my hair, guilt just running through my veins. i loosen my tie and walk up to our shared bedroom, finding my beautiful wife curled up into our blankets.

“sweetheart, i am so so sorry-“

i pause as i notice the pillow stained with tears and her beautiful face, looking like she’s been crying. which makes me wanna cry. i look over at our clock. 3 hours. i hate to wake her but i need to see my baby.

“baby..?” i gently shake her awake and i hear her voice. breaking. i wrap my arms around her body.

“‘min..?” she says with sleep coating her words.

“yes sweetheart it’s me. look, i’m so sorry i just got caught up with-“

“just *hic* save it. don’t ’wanna hear it anymore nanami.”

she uses my full name.

“ baby please please i’m so so s-“

“‘said stop it. hic ‘don’t love me *hic* ‘don’t care about me. just get off me and *hic* stop.”

my heart drops. don’t care about her? how could she ever think something like that?

“ love you know i care about you okay? you’re just a bit tipsy and-“

“‘s always my fault isn’t it? *hic* how could i know you care when *hic* all you do is work work work.”

“don’t wanna be your *hic* wife anymore.”

what?

she doesn't.. what?

“stop it, don’t you dare say that” i respond with not only a breaking voice; but a breaking heart. she doesn’t mean it she’s just- tired. right? i mean, how could she?

right?

“tell me you don’t mean that doll, tell me now. baby please. please.” i say while peppering wet kisses on her damp cheeks. my voice is breaking and you could hear me on the verge of tears.

she doesn’t respond. why isn’t she talking. does she mean it? this is all my fault. i’ve been prioritizing work while my real priority has been slipping away from me?

i look over and she’s asleep. her beautiful eyes are closed and she’s breathing softly. i quickly get undressed and slide into bed with her.

there’s no way i can leave my baby alone in bed.

i wrap my arms around her, only for her to turn her back towards me and out of my touch.

she was awake.

tears threaten to fall from my eyes as i kiss her “i love you. so much baby.” and with that, i grab my stuff and walk out.

she’d probably want me on the couch anyways.

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fuck. my head is pounding and i feel like absolute shit. i sit up holding my head reaching my hand out to his side of the bed.

oh.

he isn't here.

whatever. didn't want him here anyways.

i think.

i step into our large bathroom and start a shower and as i’m rinsing the disappointment off my body, i almost miss the soft opening and shutting of a door.

was that in here? is that him?

he hasn’t said anything yet so neither will i. i turn the shower off and wrap myself with a towel and yank open the curtain shocked seeing him sitting on the toilet. waiting for me. i lock eyes with him.

mistake number 1.

he looks like shit.

eyes swollen and heavy with guilt, slight, no- very obvious red flush across his face, and tear-stained cheeks.

“baby please” is all he says when he rushes infront of me, blocking the exit.

ignoring his presence seems to be impossible.

“what do you want nanami” i say coldly, my gaze not daring to meet his.

“i am so sorry beautiful. i am so. sorry. there’s no excuse and no other way to express how sorry i am." he starts. "sorry can’t and won’t cut it. i love you and i do care about you. just so much. i’m so happy you’re in my life and i never regret marrying you, i only regret the mistakes i’ve made." he stops and takes a small breath. "you should be my number one priority. i’ve been terrible to you. i will do anything and everything for you.” he says desperately and tears streaming down his face. he’s crying. he’s sobbing actually trying to apologize. i finally look up at him with water-filled eyes.

before i can say anything, he pulls me in tight and is breaking down. “i-i’m so sorry sweetie i’m so so sorry-“ he can’t barely speak without sniffles. i’ve never seen him like this before. i wrap my arms around him and when i do he releases a sigh of relief.

“oh thank god” he says quickly before pulling me in even closer.

“did you mean it?” he asks, his voice quivering. “w-what you said las- night”

i take a second to think before answering. what’d i-

oh.

my heart drops.

“plea-please tell me you didn’t. r-right? you didn’t ’mean it?”

i look up at him, his lips are trembling and his face is red.

“no, i didn’t. i shouldn’t have said that. i’m sorry ‘min.”

“o-okay because if you did i- i wouldn’t know what to- to do. i’m sorry you can get changed n-now ill be waiting for you in the living room, okay love?”

“okay.” i whisper as i watch him turn around and shut the door.

i finally finish my post-shower duties and walk out of the bathroom.

is that.. apple pie im smelling or am i going crazy?

i must’ve taken forever because by the time i get out there, he’s knocked out. but he’s knocked out on a cute blanket laid across the floor with a box of my favorite donuts, a bottle of orange juice with 2 glasses, and-

an apple pie cinnamon candle buring away.

he set this all up as i was sleeping?

as if on cue, he slowly opens his eyes staring at me staring at him and the cutest set up ever.

i sniffle “did all this for- me?”

he stands up and softly grabs my hand to come sit with him, “of course doll. look”- he says grabbing the TV remote

“we can even watch our favorite movie.”

#first fic #kindanervy #nanami kento #nanami x reader #nanami angst #jjk angst #jjk x reader #jjk nanami #i love him sm #nanami fluff #jujutsu nanami #thistookforever

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rand0mfangurlstuff · 11 months ago

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I'll Look After You - Part 3 Bucky x Y/N

I feel like I'm slowly getting the hang of actually making posts on tumblr. I'm still not great but bare with me. I'm still utterly obsessed with John 'Bucky' Egan and since I'm running out of fics to read I feel I need to make my own. Part 2 kinda got away from me but I think I have a bit more of a clear direction for this now. This includes jealous! Bucky. Enjoy:

When Bucky awoke the next morning, he was dissapointed Y/N was not by his side. He had hoped he would get to see her beautiful face again when he woke up. But the chair was empty and the book left on the bedside table. She must have left once I fell asleep he tought to himself. And who could blame her? That chair hardly looked comfortable. I wonder is she working again today? Maybe she will come by again soon. He looked to the book on the table. The hairpin stuck between the pages told him there was still a few more chapters left to read. His chest swelled with hope. She might come back again tonight. Bucky thought about relaxing into the small hospital bed and being comforted by her beautiful voice once more. As he imagined that gorgeous voice, he heard it from a short distance away. Almost as if he had magically made her appear. He couldnt see her, thanks to that godforsaken curtain; but it was her. He heard her melodic laugh. Who is she talking to? Whats so funny? Bucky couldn't help it. Suddenly he felt.. jealous. Why on earth would he feel jealous? Because he wanted to be the once to make her laugh. Thats why. But Bucky did his best to quell those jealous thoughts. She was probably just talking to one of the other nurses.

'I couldnt help it, I just started spewing everywhere!' It was awful.' Bucky knew that voice. That was not a nurses voice. 'Oh Major Crosby, why on earth did you become a flight navigator if you suffered from air sickness!' She said in between giggles. Crosby. Crosby was making her laugh. Well at least she was laughing at him. 'I didnt know I suffered from it till I was already in the air! You gotta help me Y/N, I need more of the stuff the doc gave me but he's not back till Monday!' 'Okay, okay, here you go.' 'Thanks Y/N I really appreciate it.' 'No problem Major.' Bucky heard footsteps, then Croz's voice again. 'Y/N?' 'Yes Major?' 'Please, call me Harry. I was just wondering if I could pay you back, for the pills?' 'Oh theres no need Harry.' 'I know, but I want to thank you properly. Are you working tonight?' 'No, thankfully for the first night in what feels like weeks I'm off for the night.' Bucky's heart sank at this news. There goes his plans of a lovely nights sleep. 'Oh great! Theres a dance on tonight in the main hall, are you going?' 'I hadn't thought about it, but I guess it would be fun!' 'Oh great, well I'll buy you a drink there, to thank you.' 'That's very kind Maj- Harry. I'll see you there.' 'Great! I'll see you there Y/N!'

Bucky's blood boiled. Croz was going to be at the dance with Y/N. Croz couldnt even dance! She would have a terrible time with him. It should be Bucky buying her drinks and sweeping her off of her feet. Not Croz. Pukes-a-lot Croz. If only his ribs would hurry up and heal. Then he could go to the dance and show her a real good time. Bucky tested himself, trying to get out of bed. It was painful, but maybe managable? Just as his first socked foot hit the ground, the curtain swung open and there she was, Y/N.

She went to Bucky's cubile to find he was already getting to his feet. 'Haha! Great minds really do think alike! I was just about to get you for physical therapy.' Bucky looked at her like he was caught with his pants round his ankles. 'Physical therapy?' he questioned. He sat at the edge of his bed, one to look 'non-chalant' and two because he was afraid his legs would gave in from under him with the pain in his side. She smiled at him 'Yeah, didnt the doctors tell you? It's about time we get you up and moving Major! Cant expect you to be in the air if you cant even be on the ground. Come on.' She stepped close to him and held out her hands, waiting for him to take them. He stared. 'Come on, lets go for a walk.' He did want to, but he felt angry. How could she be so kind and nice and smile so beautifully at him when she had just agreed to a date with Crosby. He looked at her, eyes shining and smiling a smile that could probably wrap even Hitler himself around her finger. He gave in and put his hands in hers. It was electric. He never wanted to let go of her perfect, soft hands. He didnt think it was possible, but her smile grew even bigger. Maybe she feels it too. This connection between us. She stepped back, giving him room to stand. He towered over her. She looked up at him, and all Bucky wanted to do was kiss her. All her had to do was bend his neck a bit, tilt his head to the side slightly, and his lips would be on hers. But no, she was Crosbys girl. He was the one going to kiss her. His blood started boiling again at the thought. 'Lets get this over with.' He said with a scowl. The sooner this was over, the sooner he would hopefully be able to stop thinking about her. As if I could ever think of anything but her. He thought. Her smile faltered, not expecting him to be anything other than his charming self.

They made it to the hallway, their steps slow and steady so not to hurt Bucky too much. Y/N tried to be encouraging, often praising him at how well he was doing. But Bucky barely responded. Eventually, she decided the silence was too much. 'Whats your favourite type of cake?' she asked. 'What?' he looked at her confused. 'Cake! Mines chocolate. I absolutely love chocolate cake. Whats your favourite?' 'I don't have a favourite type of cake.' he said. 'You like them all then huh? That's fair. If I'm honest I like all kinds of cake. Except carrot. Carrot and cake should not mix. Everything else is great -' 'I really don't care for or about cake!' Bucky snapped. As soon as he said the words he regretted it. Her bright smile vanished, and she physically recoil from him. She put as much distance between them as she could. Deciding she no longer needed to hold his hands. He immediatly missed the warmth of her hands in his. Longed to grab them back and never let tem go. 'I think you're okay with walking. Turn around back to your bed. I'll be behind you if you need me.' Bucky didnt know what to say, so he just turned around and slowly walked back to his bed. She was right on his heels though, being a good nurse and making sure nothing happened to him. He could sense her hand hovering over his shoulder, ready to catch him if he faltered. She never said a word though. Bucky wanted to break the awkward silence, but how? He had no idea what to say. She helped him back to bed and made a quick exit. 'Anoher nurse will be around later for evening rounds. I'm done for the day.' Without another word she walked off. Bucky cursed himself. He was a dick to her even though she was always kind to him. He would be pushing her even further into Crosby's arms now.

The day turned into evening, the evening into night. Everyone else in the infrimary was asleep, but not Bucky. He didnt know what was keeping him from slumber; the thought of nightmares or the thought of her and Crosby at the dance. Y/N and Croz at that dance is my worst nightmare. Bucky realised. What if they're dancing? He's a terrible dancer. I would be far better at dancing with her. What if they're slow dancing. What if he holds her a little too closely? What if he kisses her? Bucky tried to stop his racing mind before he had a stroke. He looked at the book again. Exactly where she left it. He didnt even want to read it. He knew the story word-for-word by now. He just wanted to hear her read it. That wasnt going to be happening tonight.

Y/N was enjoying the dance. The music was great, and everyone was in good spirits celebrating someones 25th mission. Harry was ever the gentlemen, buying her a drink and making sure she was okay. She liked Harry. He was kind, funny and charming, dispite his issues with air sickness that everyone cruely made fun of him for. She sat at a table with some of the other nurses and a few soldiers. 'Would you like another drink?' Harry asked her, noticing her empty glass. 'Oh I'm fine, thank you Harry.' 'How about a dance?' his hopeful smile was too much for her. 'I'd love to.' They made their way to the dance floor, a lively jazz song being played by the band. Harry wasnt the best dancer, but he had fun and made her have fun too, which was the most important part.

After their dance, Y/N needed to catch her breath. It was then she looked up at the clock and saw the time. 'I didnt realise it was so late! I better get going.' 'I'll walk you home.' Harry said, holding out his elbow to her. 'Oh thats very kind Harry, but theres no need. I'm going to head to the infirmary to check on some patients before I go to bed. You stay with they guys and enjoy the party.' 'Are you sure?' Y/N could sense some dissapointment in his tone, but chose to ignore it with a warm smile. 'I'm sure. Enjoy yourself.' She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and headed for the door. JUst as she was about to leave, she remembered she was meant to grab something...

At midnight he was still awake. He knew the party would be ending soon. He thought of Crosby walking Y/N home. Ever the gent. What if he tried to kiss her? would she accept his kiss? He hoped not. What if she did? He couldnt help picture Harry Crosby with his hands on Y/N, kissing. Hands moving to places he would sell his soul to touch. He was fit to scream. He couldnt hack it. Just when he was about to bang his head against the wall to rid himself of the terrifying mental images, he heard a voice. 'I'm not too late am I?' I'm hallucinating, Bucky thought. The pain meds must be very strong tonight. Y/N stood at the foot of his bed. Wearing a beautiful red dress, hair in flowing waves. Red lipstick he would love to smudge. 'What are you doing here? Weren't you at the dance?' She smiled, 'I was, but when it was almost over I thought I'd come check on you. Not that you deserve it. You were very cranky earlier.' 'I'm sorry Y/N I-' she cut him off 'There's no need to appologise. Physical therapy can be very difficult. Your body has been through a lot it's okay if it takes time to recover.' She was a literal angel. After how poorly he treated her, she still showed him so much empathy. More than he deserved. Even after her date with Croz, here she was checking in on him. 'Thank you. There's no need to check on me though. I'm fine. You should head back.' She moved closer while pulling a paper bag from behind her back. 'The dance is over now. Besides, I think theres about two chapters of Great Gatsby left. I brought some treats for us to eat while we read it.' She pulled out two small pieces of cake from the bag, white frosting on each piece with jam in the middle. 'You wouldn't tell me what kind of cake you liked, turns out it didnt matter because by the time I got to it this was all that was left anyway.' Cake? She had brought him cake? She was at the dance, with another man, and she thought about bringing him cake in the middle of the night? Bucky almost cried. 'You didn't have to do that, thank you. That's very kind.' She looked at the chair next to his bed. Her back already hurt before she even sat on it. 'Do you mind moving over a little? That chair is horrendous.'

Bucky was sure he heard her wrong. She wanted to sit in the bed with him? He stuttered out a response as he slowly moved as much as he could in the small bed. 'Sure, be my guest.' She sat beside him with her back againt the headboard. The sides of their bodies touching from their shoulders to their ankles. If Bucky's heart wasnt racing before, it was now. She handed him his piece of cake and picked up the book. 'It was when curiosity about Gatsby was at its highest that the lights in his house failed to go on one Saturday night....' She read to him, occasionally taking a break to bite into her cake. They sat like that, eating and reading, with Bucky never taking his eyes off of her beautiful face. Slowly, his tired eyes fluttered closed. He dreamed of cake, Gatsby's mansion, and her.

#masters of the air #callum turner #john bucky egan #john egan #mota #mota fanfic #masters of the air fan fiction #john egan x reader #john bucky egan x reader #bucky egan

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jellytron · 4 months ago

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i have never read the hobbit or (LOTR)

yes i know what a crime, especially as s reader who reads almost entirely fantasy why whole life lol. im visiting my mom right now because i am about to move back here but that is its own whole story anyway i always read on planes cuz i dont need wifi (duh) but every time i do that i finish the book im reading the second i get to my destination and am then dissapointed that i no longer have a book to read. lucky for me my Hobbit and LOTR die hard fans known as the entire rest of my immediate family was SHOCKED to hear i have no clue what happens and have never even seen the movies or anything some how avoiding everytime my brother has rewatched the fucking animated dvd copy of the hobbit lol.

basically im going to start the hobbit later today or tomorrow on the plane home and give my live reactions.

I apologize for then horrible punctuation formatting and probably spelling please dont hold it against me lol <3

#the hobbit #lord of the rings

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nonnieapple · 4 months ago

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hihiii can I ask for anything with lyca x fem/gn reader? sorry I dont rlly know how to req things haha big thanks if you do this <3

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n o t e: i've had this one around for a while... it's about time. she's my favorite character i love her sm X{ this one is pretty long because i got carried away. s u m m a r y: lyca finds out several secrets about you after you go poking around corrupted roots in the night.

The night in the Dark Forest was like a black hole. Only small stars pierced the darkness like silver needles, but they were blurry - you had forgotten to put on your glasses. You saw like a mole and your head was like a colander. A shot through one, not a colander but a circle through which everything passed... like an old man over 90.

You couldn't sleep, your mind fixated on your task to cleanse the corruption, thinking of every possible solution and catastrophe that could arise, uncertainty bubbling up in you as to your abilities and methods.

You leaned your palms against the big, dry roots- they were as soft as a rotten apple. Disgusting. You tore your hands away. The magic was powerful, but you wondered who the mage could be; setting a village on fire was one thing, but blighting the roots of the Lucent Tree? That was for mages like you. Like Merlin. And there were very few of those.

Whoever it was, you'd give them a punch to the face when you found them. Checking over the corruption,!it was nothing you couldn't fix... but if you hadn't been there, half the land would've become an abyss.

It was still summer, it should not have been as chilly as it was. This reminded you of the strange weather that had plagued Ryeham earlier. It was one thing after another, and a thread of trouble connected them, all leading to a bigger plan, a bigger plan by none other than the Adamant Syndicate. Syndicate, as in a group carrying out organized crime, or as in a group working towards some shared interest? What could that interest possibly be?

You stepped over the thin roots in an attempt to get closer. If you could unravel the threads of magic there, you might be able to get a sense of who cast it, as others felt Merlin's magic as characteristically warm.

Something stirred in the bushes, and you jerked, and everything went tits up. There went your research. Your left ankle crunched as it slipped into a hole. You yelled and someone behind you yelled back, in a higher-pitched, gentle voice.

Lyca, the Captain of the Dusk Patrollers. It was good that she was the one who found you. She was a comforting presence, and being vulnerable around her was easy,

Dura forbid if someone like Bryon saw you, that'd be embarrassing beyond belief. If it was him you'd hide and let yourself decay in the bushes instead of showing your face ever again.

And if it had been Lorsan, he would've laughed at you. Hm, Bryon would've been the worst option, then.

You, through tears and barely containing your whining, couldn't see the Captain who would be your savior, imagining that she looked dissapointed and confused.

"Lyca," you forced out, "I'm done for."

In less than a second, she was at your side. Perhaps you had been a tad dramatic. "What are you doing in the woods at night?"

"I was bored so I came to twist my ankle." Crickets chirped. Lyca stared sharply at you with viburnum-red eyes. "I'm joking. I came to study the corruption more closely, without any distractions. If I hadn't forgotten my glasses I wouldn't be in this hole."

She sighed.

"Help me up, please?"

When you got to whoever cursed these roots, you'd kick them in the face instead- with the ankle that was currently in pain that shot up your leg and pulsed.

She took your hands in hers, hers soft and her nails digging into you just a bit, and pulled you out of the ditch quite easily.

"Thank you, Lyca, you're such a bleeding heart it's sickening." You held her hands for a moment to stabilize yourself, her gloves a rough leather. If not for her you would've laid in that ditch until morning.

"Throw up, then," she said quite kindly.

"I think I might. This pain is gnarly," you hissed, and she propped you up under your shoulder.

"We can't have our Magister getting hurt, who'll fix this mess then?"

"You can't do it without the greatest mage that's ever lived," you joked to conceal your worry that she was onto your true identity.

When people found out who you were, they treated you differently, and you didn't even know why. It was great being acknowledged for your skill. Being treated like a celestial or cult leader wasn't pleasant to you, though.

You smiled at Lyca like your ankle wasn't in tremendous anguish.

"So, will you carry me?"

She did not carry you.

She hauled you up onto her deer with surprising strength, and you sat on the sideways saddle, convenient for the occasion.

She led the deer she was never seen without, whose name you felt awkward not knowing, through the forest.

"Your deer..."

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yes. I haven't seen a white deer before. Does it have leucism or albinism?" You ran a hand along its neck, the fur shaggy and soft, white as snow and bright in the moonlight.

"Something far stranger. You may not believe me, but it came down from the stars." Lyca glanced at her bow. "When I was chosen as Captain I didn't think it a wise decision. I didn't know why I was chosen, I was never anyone special and lacked talent. Lorsan was always the talented one.

"One night a star came down above the water, and it became this deer, standing on the surface of the water. The sages said that it was a prophecy fulfilled- that when the Dark Forest was in danger, the stars would send down a holy sigil, and it would choose a worthy hero."

"And that was you." You shifted, aware of the sensitivity of your ankle. This was a great way to distract yourself from that horrid pain.

"It was, I couldn't believe it! They said that I'd drive the evil out and save my home. Back then, I had no idea what that meant. Now I know."

Lorsan never mentioned that. Him seeking you out and Lyca's conviction and belief in the stars made more sense now.

"You'll succeed, I'm sure."

"All thanks to you, Magister." She quieted, stopping before you reached the town. Nothing awry was in sight, and you grew confused. Lyca's tail twitched.

"Is something wrong?" You thought that she had spotted or heard some dangerous beast in the shrubbery.

"Um, no. Magister, I..."

You waited for her to finish, but the end of the sentence never came. Lyca wasn't one to lose her train of thought, always well-spoken.

"What?"

She shook her head, not turning to look at you. "Nevermind. We're almost there."

You did not attempt to strike up a conversation after that. It seemed your efforts always led you to make things weird, even if you tried your hardest, and thought it was all fine.

Now you sat and focused on your ankle. It hurt.

The cabin you stayed in was stuffy. It was like a desert contained in that small space, not that you minded, for a few days it was a stellar accommodation that outshined your average tent by a long shot.

After helping you sit on the bed in the corner of the second room in the cabin, Lyca opened all the windows, letting in fresh midnight air and not-so-fresh moths. She fetched you healing herbs, plants, and gauze that you requested so you could wrap your ankle.

It wasn't as bad as you expected. Compared to the pain the purple bruise and swelling were nothing. You expected to find something horrific and were pleasantly surprised... as pleasantly as you could be surprised by an injury.

You hovered your hands above it to cast a cooling spell that spread through the leaves below your bandages.

"How is it?" Lyca said, coming back in and seating herself on a chair across from you. It was intricately carved with traditional wilder patterns that you found familiar and pretty. Not as pretty as Lyca herself, her face finally visible to you in the warm glow of lamps around the room.

She was worried, her leg bouncing and face drawn into a frown. "Better. I'll heal it almost fully by morning. The pain will remain, I can't rewire my nervous system with magic, unfortunately." You reclined on dark green pillows set against the headboard and wall.

"You should rest tomorrow."

You glanced at her sharply. She held her hands up as if at gunpoint.

"I'll be just fine tomorrow, I don't want to delay this. It's important to act fast."

Lyca pointed to your leg. "That is not fine, Magister. You won't be able to walk far with that."

You crossed your arms.

"Who said I'll walk?"

Her expression was skeptical, but she was beginning to accept that you weren't changing your mind, which was a pattern beginning to emerge- see sneaking out to study the corruption in the middle of the night.

"I could lend you my deer, I suppose," she sighed, covering her face, embarrassed.

"Great! I was going to ask Eironn to carry me, but this works better."

Lyca giggled, and her ears flicked up. "He'd do it, too."

Seeing her smile made warmth bloom in your chest.

"He's so caught up in his own head. It'd do him good to have to drag me around for a bit." With all his talk about not needing anyone, it was clear he had some issues. The image of him having to haul you around like a fainting damsel was quite amusing in itself.

"I take it you're feeling better if you're so cheery." Lyca headed to the exit of the cabin. "I'll be leaving. It's late, and you need to sleep. Call me if you need anything."

You nodded. You could call Lorsan and Bryon as well, they might hear it better. Now that you weren't in a ditch you were less mortified by the prospect of seeing them.

"Good night, Lyca."

"Good night, Magister."

If you weren't stuck in bed you might've impulsively gone after her, or snuck out to the corruption again. You'd have to do that tomorrow.

The candles in the cabin flickered out, and you cuddled into bed, your body twisted as your ankle was elevated.

You forced your eyes shut, the silence of the night broken up by crickets and the rustling trees.

You woke up when it was still dark, right before the sun rose, judging by the lightening streaks on the eastern horizon.

You healed up your ankle and leaned against the wall, hobbling to the exit. Your formal, wilder-style clothes mixed with Holistone refinement had wrinkled from your erratic sleep.

You were met with a white figure standing just a bit from the cabin. Lyca's deer raised its head to you, its sleepy turquoise eyes bright in the dimness. It must've come recently, moving briskly like it was excited. It bent its long, thin legs, inviting you on.

You had no choice but to accept, arriving near the edge of a lake lit by moonlight from one side, and by the rising sun from the other, glistening over ripples from restless fish jumping to catch food Lyca was throwing. She had changed out of her gloves and usual clothing, instead wearing what you could only assume was a nightgown, over which was draped a robe with traditional Dark Forest embroidery mimicking the patterns in insect wings and plants.

Her rabbit feet dangled off the edge before the lake, and she sat on a tee stump. Far from the corruption the weather was perfect.

The deer stepped on a twig. It snapped. Lyca whipped around. Her under-eyes were darker than before, and she didn't have her usual eyeshadow on.

"You found me," she said, like she half-expected it.

You raised a brow at her deer.

"Tattletale," she muttered.

She let you sit next to her, assisting you so you didn't have to hobble as much. The tree stump was huge- over a meter in circumference. It must've been an ancient tree once.

"You don't seem too surprised that I'm here." The deer hadn't been that loud before it snapped a twig. Either Lyca was secretly a windwhisperer, or those ears of hers weren't just cute, but had incredible hearing.

"I didn't think you'd sleep at all. It's a miracle that you could, though I didn't think you would find me."

Oh. The explanation was much more mundane. You didn't sleep much, and you wished you hadn't because you felt worse than if you would've stared at a wall all night.

Your dreams were nonsensical nightmares, patches of the past sewn together with your fears and worries, wrapping you in a blanket of fear and suffocating you until you woke up gasping, all alone. And lots of roots were all over each scene you were trapped in.

The horizon bled from gold to peach to a vivid red around the sun, mellow and lazy to rise above the short trees and calm water.

"When you were near the roots at night, did you learn anything?" Lyca broke the silence. Her eyes were trained on you when you stopped gawking at the sky, her visage made you feel much the same, and her colors matched her surroundings quite well.

Her eyes- like the sun, her hair, like the clouds, her skin, like the horizon, and her robe like the trees.

"Not much, it only confirmed what I thought, and I'd have to do more research to see if I am completely right. This is what kept me up and led me to the ankle thing... I don't like uncertainty." Squirrels chattered around you, flitting through the grass, and a bird began to chirp a strange tune.

"Me neither. I... have to ask you something."

The breeze that had been disrupting the water's surface and cooling your face seemed chiller after her words, your heart sent into anxiety's clutch, gripping you by the throat.

You gulped, your voice a little meeker than before. You hated it when people said things that way.

"Go on."

"Magister, your ears-"

You wondered if that was the question she was going to ask originally.

"What of them?" You covered them with your hands in an instant, realizing that the breeze had betrayed you, pushing your hair off them. Too preoccupied with the Lucent Tree, you completely forgot to hide that part of your identity, as if hiding that you were Merlin wasn't enough of a hassle.

A look of horror overtook your face and you were ready to teleport out of there.

"Did... did I see that right?"

She looked like she'd seen a Hypogean, and while that wasn't optimal, at the very least she did not seem aggressive. You took your hands off them, recoiling from her.

"I suppose it's useless to try and keep it from you. I've lost many of my memories, but I know my true form is half lightbearer and half wilder- tree sprite. I've kept it hidden for safety. I'm not sure how people would react."

"That is so interesting! I've never seen anyone like you, in a good way. I think your ears are adorable." She inclined towards you, observing you with pure curiosity.

"Really? Thanks," you sputtered, unsure if she was being truthful. You felt no malice from her. You expected at least a bit of pushback.

"Do you have horns?"

"Small ones. You can't see them much." You often forgot they were there. Unless someone pulled back your hair, they were virtually invisible. They were easier to hide than your obviously pointed ears.

Lyca brought her hand to the side of your face, which you first took as a surprisingly romantic gesture, but then you flinched, as she was trying to touch your ears.

"Hey!"

"Oh, I got carried away, apologies," she said, shaking her head with a flush across her face, like shaking it would shake it off. You hadn't seen her get so "carried away" yet.

"I'm not letting you touch my ears until I touch yours."

Hers drooped immediately.

"Mine?!" She placed her hand on her chest dramatically, eyes wide with offense.

"Well, you're always waving them around!" You mimed them. She gasped.

"It's not like I can control them at all times." She pouted.

You folded your arms in wait, face placid and ass sat firmly on the tree stump, your request hanging in the air to be accepted or rejected.

She lowered her head silently, her eyes closed and tail low. You made sure to move slowly. It wouldn't scare her off if you did... right?

The outside of her ear was velvety, the pink hairs smoothing under your touch as you shifted to the edge. It was thin. The sun beamed behind her, dissipating through her ears, the inside soft like her skin. The ears gave her twenty more centimeters of height, being almost as long as your forearm.

You withdrew your hand, and she raised her head, your eyes meeting as you uncovered your ears from your hair. You didn't need to bend down, as she was taller than you.

You shivered under her touch. You didn't recall the last time someone had been that close to you- could it have been months? Years? The tension in your body fell, and you struggled not to fall over into Lyca's lap right then and there. You felt your ear move up.

That was the first time that had happened.

Guilt was the thing that interrupted what could've been a nice moment. You had to lie, or lie by omission, almost constantly to save yourself the trouble of bigotry, or the very opposite.

You couldn't face Lyca any longer with that burden on your heart. If she could accept you as half-wilder, she could accept the other part you worried about all night and every day.

"I haven't told you another thing."

...

She stared with bated breath.

"My true name is Magister Merlin."

This time it was her who snatched her hand away. "The Merlin?!"

"The Merlin. Please don't freak out."

She shot to her feet, pacing around you in dizzying circles, her robe trailing her like the tail of a falling star.

"If I had known, I would've greeted you properly! We've been so uncordial, I'm so sorry-"

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Lyca. I don't like people knowing or treating me like I'm special. My job is to study magic and help people, I'm not fit to be a celebrity. You've seen how quiet I get in groups."

You covered your face. There it went, the awe and certain trepidation you inspired in people burned bright in Lyca, ever hopeful, and probably starstruck. You didn't want her to see you differently.

You also didn't feel like telling her about the memory loss thing yet. You had dumped enough information on her.

"You're chatty with me." She stopped before she tripped over a root. If she hadn't, the same fate you had suffered awaited her. Eironn would for real have to carry you then. It wouldn't be the worst thing...

"Because I like you, Lyca." Her deer turned its head to you attentively.

"L-like me?" she stuttered, plopping herself down next to you with shifty eyes. By then, the sun had risen sufficiently.

"Well, yes, isn't it obvious? I'm comfortable around you. I haven't known you for long, but it doesn't feel like that.

"I do not want anyone else to know of my identity, none of your friends, and I mean none. It'll come out soon enough knowing how messy things get sometimes."

She put her hands over yours, the glint in her eyes determined, her lips set in a serious line.

"I understand. I won't say a thing, Magister Merlin."

You breathed in easier after that, feeling a renewed sense of stillness in your chest as if it had opened after being locked for ages.

You stayed silent for a while, but unlike in the night, it did not feel heavy or oppressive. Lyca stirred, squirming, withholding a question.

"Hm?"

"Will you stay a while in the forest after the corruption is gone?"

That question was not one you were expecting. Despite the fair treatment you had gotten and the unrelenting kindness Lyca had shown, you still felt like a bother to everyone, just there to do a job.

You wouldn't mind coming back. Not at all.

"If you want me to, I will."

"Splendid." She smiled. "I'm getting used to you being around. Please, make sure to visit again in the future- you'll always be welcome here."

You wanted to jump for joy upon hearing that. The idea that she wanted to see you again, that you might see her again at all, made you elated.

"I don't know if you're being completely earnest, but that means a lot to me," you replied calmly, faking that calmness as best as you could.

She was someone you wouldn't have to hide from.

"I mean it." She put her hands on yours.

You knew the lightness in your chest was not platonic, because you'd been staring at her lips. Daydreaming about kissing her, half thinking about visiting again and half wondering if you should've made a move.

You withdrew. You were too cowardly. You might've not had another chance, who knew where fate would lead either of you, yet still, you couldn't bring yourself to spit it out.

"The sun is up, it's to go wake the others. My deer will carry you." Lyca stood, adjusting the seat on the doe.

"Are you sure?" When you stood to meet her, she rushed to your side, guiding you, closer than ever before. She was still beautiful so close to you, where you could see every detail in her face, the hint of wrinkles between her brows, the lines in her glossy lips, the uneven cut of her bangs.

Your heart couldn't take it.

"I'm sure. I wouldn't give you to anyone else."

The way she said that with a hint of possessiveness made you believe, for a moment, that you had a chance. Your heart was so full it'd burst with a scream or a sob any moment.

"Lyca." Her eyes flicked between yours and your lips. "L- Lyca?"

She met your lips softly, hers pillowy and smooth from her tinted lip balm. The taste of mint tinglined your mouth ever so slightly.

It was all spur of the moment, and while you enjoyed the split second of bliss, you wondered what her expression would be when this fleeting moment was over. Would regret be etched on her face? Would she fall silent, or worse, leave you?

You separated and met her eyes. Wide, with her lips ajar. Her ears trembled.

She pulled you in like a curling wave, snaking her hand around your waist to support you. You didn't hesitate to bring your hands to her ears. They dipped low. When you broke the kiss for air, you saw her leg thump.

"You're adorable, Lyca," you breathed, placing a final kiss on her lips. If you hadn't you might've let the Lucent Tree rot away while you stayed occupied.

"Did you notice by now?" Lyca lifted you onto the deer, and you held onto her arms for a little longer.

"I noticed a while back. I didn't want to assume, thinking that it would be egotistical, you know, assuming that you're in love with me just because I thought you might be acting off..." you rambled.

She led the deer to town, and when everyone gathered, you dare not speak or make eye contact.

After this was over (that tree would not come to harm now that you couldn't disappoint Lyca at any cost) you'd come back. You always left eventually, you always traveled. Maybe you could make time for her, see where it goes, if it goes. You were not so quick to plan your whole life around her (tempting as it was).

At the least, you hoped you wouldn't forget her.

n o t e: i imagine that bruln heard and he's like I KNOW, YOU FOOLS!!! lorsan will be pissed when he finds out. imagine you invite some cool ass mage to save your home and they rizz up your sister in the process.

#a f k j o u r n e y #lyca x reader #afk lyca #afk journey x reader #☂️

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thesweetestdevotion · 5 months ago

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Can you please do how would Twice Sana be as a girlfriend? Thanks 💕

Hey! I love twice!! lets do it!:

Twice Sana as a Girlfriend:

Dice: Pisces, Mercury, 4th House

Tarot: Two of Cups Reversed, Seven of Coins, Two of Coins Reversed, Page of Wands Reversed, Ten of Cups, Four of Coins Reversed, Four of Wands, The Fool, Page of Cups

Awww! okay dont send me hate for this but shes a bit delulu hehe. Shes the type to have private thoughts about relationships that are very elaborate? a very romantic imagination. the type of girl to see a person on the bus and be imagining their getaway wedding by the time she gets off hehe. I do see here she's like that becuse her romantic past has left her unfulfilled. maybe shes been dissapointed before, but i see this cominng up in any new relationship she could have.

Shes not clingy or asking for reassurance all the time, its the opposite really! shes the type to internalize these emotions way too much to the point of hurting herself. She could have a lot of intrusive thoughts about breaking up, or doing something wrong and being abandoned (aww;(() On the brighter side, shes very family oriented and wants marriage, the type of girl that would make a house a home! shes so warm and comforting and very sweet! a little goofy and childlike at times. Shes very generous with her time and money, a good gift-giver. This generosity can lead her to become unbalanced at times if she overindulges her person too much.

She would be compatible with a person who is also as overindulgent and giving as she is, In order to maintain that balance that would help her remain undrained. She likes to show her partner that she is capable, a bit of a praise-kink here! she loves to receive praise, love, attention, but doesnt like to ask for it, which can lead her to heartbreak if she feels unappreciated (you gotta ask for it mama!!) i feel her reserved nature could affect her relationships, shes extremely empathetic to the point of being almost psychic (hehe) so shes able to easily read emotions on her partner. This could lead her to feel unloved however as shes not able to grasp why her partner is not as in tune as she is. Shes also just drawn to people who seem mysterious because it gives her something to try and read and figure out, but ultimately shes one of the few people ive come across that would really benefit from dating someone very similar to her.

thats all i'm getting for now, love this vibe, shes soo so sweet <3

#free tarot #tarot requests #sana twice #twice tarot #kpop tarot #kpop readings #kpop asks #celeb tarot #celebrity asks

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miowritings · 8 months ago

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uhhmm I don’t.. know.. if ur request are still.. open.. but.. :3.. Sophia.. d4dj x reader… instead of her being obsessed with.. Neo… iiits.. reader.. :3..

Please choose me..!♡

Sophia x gn! Reader

✮a/n: hihi!! So sorry i took so long, i barely had any motivation left but gradually it came back lolol, im much more online on my ig and fb, so sry for that.. im also sorry if its out of character? I didnt unlock bunch of her stories and i only read the stories to yt. Idk if you want headcanons or a oneshot so i chose for ya hehe

✮synopsis: headcanons in which sophia is obsessed with yoy

✮contains: unhealthy obsessive behaviour if you squint and stalking(sorta?) , and taking pics without consent(adding a warning just in case)

-sophia became obsessed with you way before you two became friends, you didnt bother asking though..

-she would take pictures of you here and there, whether the moment is beautiful or even embarrassing.. she'll pull out her camera and take a pic

-she doesn't really talk that much.. she's reserved and awkward when some people try and talk to her, sometimes even running away, but with you?, it's different, she'll gladly talk to you, even if it meant standing for hours

-she's not very noticeable, sometimes when walking, you'd think you're alone but you didnt notice sophia behind you, when she finally tapped on your shoulder thats when you finally noticed her

"Eek! S-sophia..?! When did you get here..?!" You ask, she was a little sad you didnt notice right away..

-sometimes, sophia likes getting lost when being with you, that way, she has an excuse to hold your hand, she blushes at the thought, wanting you by her side everyday

-LOVES talking about her interests to you, she might go overboard too.. wether it would be horror, neo, music or anything she likes, she'll tell it all to you

-she's hella rich so she tends to overspend when it comes to you.. sometimes she forgets to spend some for herself..

-loves getting scolded by you, she may or may not enjoy being reprimanded my her groupmates.. but with you? She'll be smiling with pure ecstasy , she usually puts on a facade but inside shes gushing over you

-she would feel bad when you spend your money for her.. yes she was thankful but why her? Sometimes she feels disappointed.. when using your money for her, shes occasionally as if you are sure or if you wanna split

"H-hey.. y/n..? Is it really okay for you to spend money on me..?" She suddenly asks

-is surprisingly good with reassuring you.. one time when you were doubting yourself, she would put her hands on your shoulder and look at you in the eye

"Y/n..! Dont say that about yourself, you are the most special person in my life.. if it werent for you i dont know what i'd do.. please dont say that about yourself y/n...!!" She sobs, not entirely crying but you get the idea!

-she'll do whatever you want! Laundry, dishes, anything, ask for it and you shall recieve! Just be aware that shes clumsy sometimes..

-would feel so mad and dissapointed on herself when she accidentally made you upset.. even if its not a big deal like ordering a food you dont like or stepping on your foot, she'll go on all fours and beg for forgiveness as if its a sin to insult you.

Bonus:

"H-hehehe..! Y-y/n~~~!! Y-youre so beautiful.. i feel my face melting.."

She says while cupping her own cheeks, seeing you in her clothing made her... Too affectionate than normal.. "w-wait...!! Dont change yet.. i-i'll take a picture to c-cherish this memory!!" She exclaims, pulling out her phone.

#x reader #d4dj #abyssmare #d4dj abyssmare #d4dj sophia #sophia x reader #d4dj x reader #abyssmare x reader

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fairxxy · 3 months ago

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A Han Jisung FF

CTI !!! (Pics from Pinterest)

CONTENT: Han jisung x f!reader, fluff,kissing,enemies to lovers,academic rival,Tox!c parents.

(Inform me if I missed any :3)

-> Jisung and you have been rivals since forever. Yall are enemies and absolutely hate each other.(or do yall ;3). The both of you are also academic rivals...and your parents always compare you to Jisung and are quite toxic because you can never beat Jisung...One day in class..jisung is sitting next to you while you're sketching something in your book....

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"Ugh I'm sitting next to you? There goes my day" Jisung comments and sits next to you. "BE happy. You will never get a chance to sit next to me again" I reply back with a scoff.

The teacher enters the class.

Teacher: ok class...I have your results..they're quite surprising this time considering Y/N and Jisung always come first..but..looks like jisung beat Y/N. Jisung is 1st while Y/N is 2nd..Jisung with a percentage of 98.4% and Y/N with a percentage of 98.2%...Please congratulate tge both of them.

The whole class cheers...

I was in shock.. nononono my parents are gonna kill me....fuckkkkk

We sat back down and the teacher starts teaching.I was distracted the whole time..I started to randomly sketch trying not to be worried about how my parents will react...I was soo distracted I didn't even realise I was drawing jisung..he looked over to me and looked at the the sketch...a small blush crept up his face "Damn..you really don't have anything else to draw..?" He said.I snapped out of my thoughts and looked to what I drew..

(CTI !)

"Fuck sorry...I was just.."...I said trying to give an excuse. He looked at my face and noticed the stress "Hey..you good?" He asked me as he held my hand and rubbed circles at the back of my palm. "Ya..it's just..my parents are gonna kill me knowing I've ranked lower than you this time...ugh". He just smiles "it's fine you know..? A difference of 0.2 in percentage doesn't mean you're dumb..". I looked at him "Tell that to my parents...ugh I'm gonna dieee"

~~ bell rings~~

The teacher exits the class and jisung turns to me. I just look at him and say "Well today's prolly the last day I'm alive..". He looked at me and smiled "it's gonna be fine.."

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AT HOME

Mom: Y/N.! YOUVE PLACED 2ND THIS TIME?! YOURE SUCH A DISSAPOINTMENT...I WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN *SLAP* I WISH JISUNG WAS NY CHILD INSTEAD..ATLEAST HE ISNT A DISSAPOINTMENT.

Y/N: but..mo..m.i tried my.. bes..my best..

MOM: TRYING ISNT ENOUGH..JUST GET OUT OF MY FACE I DONT WANNA SEE YOU!

I ran out the door and went to the park. It was about 7pm...it was slightly dark.i was in my thoughts when I saw...Jisung...? "Jisung..?"

I said and he looked at me.."oh y/n...hey..how did your parents react..". I looked at him while holding in my tears "They said I was a dissapointment and how they wish I was never born..they said they want you as their child since you're so..perfect.. *scoff*..and then calk themselves parents.." jisung just looked at me and pulled me into his embrace and rubbed my back "it's OK....you don't deserve that..You're perfect...and I love that about you." I just hugged him back and chuckled "Whats gotten into you? Perfect? Are you ok..? You're acting as if you like me.. " I joked and he replied with a chuckled "Ya.. acting..." I pulled back and looked at him "why did you say it like that..jisung" He just looked into my eyes "I just..nothing..". I looked at him for a second as realisation hit me "jisung...I don't know what to say..how can you like ME out of all the pe..people" He looked at me as he tucked a strad of hair behind my ear "Youve just..caught my interest more than the others...for about 2 years I've been hiding these emotions.i know you probably don't feel the same..but I just want you to know..I would walk through fire to see you smile..I would do anything even if it is something as nearly impossible as bringing you a piece of the moon..". I just looked at him shocked "jisung...2 years..? I never though you'd feel the same way.. " I replied. He looked at me with a shocked expression "same wa-" I cut him off by smashing my lips onto his.Lets just say it escalated into an intense make out session....<3

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Yall-

This is sooo bad. Super super super short aswell...my inbox is open..give me any suggestions if you can <3

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