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finsplurtz · 1 year ago
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Chat I NEED a part two of the addicted fanfic with Izu with him being a mean dom bottom and us being sub top 😼
—and i go crazy because izuku mad cute pls give me more izuku
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soo meann — izuku.midoriya
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— dom ! male.reader x sub ! izuku midoriya
— contents : r4pe/non-con , subtop ! Male reader x dombot ! izuku , guilt tripping lol! and he’s mean .. , izuku slight sadistic fuck , hand job , biting , hitting , mad overstim , degrading nd praise , mention of izuku using u so he legit doesn’t gaf abt how u feel , knocking u unconscious , somnophilia if u squint
warnings : r4pe/non-can , lots of beating
- first part: addicted
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✩°。 ⋆⸜ 🎧✮
after what happened at your dorm, it was very evident how attached midoriya truly was to you. He wouldn’t even try and hide it around others, if it weren’t for you shoving him away every now and then, everyone would’ve known he was fucking himself on you every other night.
during these nights you slightly expected him to be nicer every now and then but he was getting meaner and meaner, he started to hurt you.
Every time you tried to have a serious talk with him about it, he would make YOU feel like the bad person, he’d knock u out and you’d wake up to him on top of you
you push it aside after doing it because of how good it feels to be inside the green haired boy, all the problems just disappear and izuku knows that.
one night you guys just got back from intense training, you were exhausted. Midoriya was still sorta hyper, so he decided to bother you a bit more.
you didn’t realize he was following after you to your dorm, you were practically dragging your feet because of how tired you were. Everything around you was just silent, you didn’t hear anything.
you walked in and grunted when your hyper baby jumped on you, falling to the floor you let out a sigh of annoyance. you turn your body around and look up at izuku who was straddling you, dark big eyes staring back at you.
“izu..im really tired, can we not do it tonight..?”
“…no..nono you’re not tired, just let me do this” he started to rub your crotch with the palm of his hand, leaned down and left kisses on your neck while you tried pushing him off.
“izuku I…thought we talked..about - ugh..~” you harshly grabbed his wrist and moved him off you.
“you need to stop when I tell yo—“ you felt a sting when he slapped your face with his free hand, you slowly looked back at him but he quickly grabbed your head in his hands and slammed it down onto the floor.
you groaned at the pain in the back of your head, you squirm under the guy trying to get away.
“you’ll let me do this.. stop being so difficult.” he got back on top of you and grinded his ass down on your clothed dick as you let out small whimpers.
you tried to get him off but he didn’t listen and kept doing his own thing, taking your dick out and beginning to stroke it, having you break apart under him.
anytime you got noisier he would just slap you, each time harsher than the last.
“p..please izuk..stop..” tears fell down your face while he stared up at you annoyingly. “stop crying..you know you love it when I touch you like this..” his thumb slid against your slit, a moan ripping out of your sore throat and your eyes rolling back.
“c..can’t you be…nicer..” you said thru whines, he kissed his teeth and sped up his pace jerking you off and dipping down to bite your neck.
“shut up..” he would say before sinking his teeth into your skin, drawing blood. you’d scream and pull at his hair to get him off you, but he’d just roughly slam your head back down on the floor.
your breathing sped up when you got closer to coming, when you did, izuku would sit back up and lick up your mess. he’d help himself up just above your dick, his hole already wet and loose due to the many times he’s done this.
“n..noo izuk..I just came p-please give me a bit..” you begged the green haired, your hands going over to his hips only for them to get swatted away.
you throw your head back when he sinked down onto your length, your hands twitching and breath hitching.
“don’t be selfish, since you already..came, I get to as well..” he lifted himself up and slowly sat back down starting at a slow pace making this hurt more.
He was extremely rough with you and extremely mean, always slapping, biting, hitting and pinching because he loved hearing you moan and whine in pain. His goal all the time, was to break you.
Have you come so much that you start shooting blanks, so much that you’re drooling and panting like a dog and begging him to keep fucking you.
he’s only nice when you’re on the brink of passing out, he’d cup your pink tear stained cheeks and kiss you passionately.
“you’re doing well sweetie… just take it like the good boy you are, yeah..?~” you’d slowly nod your head and give him a trembling slime. He’d give you so many kisses and make you feel so loved just to then knock you out
“you’re just a toy I use to fuck myself” and he’d push the back of your head down on the floor hard enough for you to lose consciousness.
but you never remember that part.
When you wake up, you have a bit of a headache and izuku is sleeping soundly next to you, you just can’t let go of him.
you just hope one day he’ll be nicer to you when using you:((
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a/n; posting two days in a row yeah i’m fucking goated as hell
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dinogoofymutated · 1 year ago
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Omg I love your headcanons/fics!! I really need to ask if you'd be willing to write an addendum for the jealousy headcanons for Wolverine? Of course no pressure if you can't/don't feel like, just thought I'd try to ask! :) Hope you have a nice day/night, and keep up the good work! 💗💗💗
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Jealousy Headcannons!- Multi/GN!Reader - Wolverine, Morph, Angel, Sabretooth. You got it man!! Had a version of this requested for Logan so many times lol. I went ahead and added more characters to round it off into a full multi character hcs. Logan doesn't explicitly punch anyone in this one, so sorry if anyone was looking forward to that! (Sorry though, his is pretty similar to cable's) I'm also testing the waters while writing for Morph. I know everyone is starving for fics with them, but I'm not really used to writing for they/them characters (despite the fact that I try to avoid pronouns for the reader, weird I know, but its mostly due to me using you/your.) forgive me if I slip up with their pronouns, and let me know if I do so I can fix it! TWs: Violence (not towards reader, but some pretty mean names are called tho) Men can be creeps/harassment. Unnecessary changing scene with Warren bc I love non-sexual intimacy like that. Flirting, Barfights again but this time it's a little bloody (sabertooth) Drinking mentioned.
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Wolverine
Okay, so Logan here is a bit of a mixed bag when it comes to jealousy. I really feel like it depends on the situation? In general, he trusts you more than just about anyone. When someone flirts with you, he's generally just very grouchy and most of the time, quiet. He glares a lot, and if you meet his gaze he'll raise an eyebrow, basically asking if you need an out, and then he'd act accordingly.
Buuuttt. If he's in a bad mood or has had a tough day, he's more likely to resort to threats and intimidation to handle any romantic attention you might receive. He gets more physically protective and will usually have an arm slung around you at all times.
That's not to say he only gets jealous of romantic attention though. I feel like he also get jealous of anything and anyone taking up your time, really. he'd probably stay quiet until he just kinda snaps and drags you away from whatever has your attention for smooches and cuddles. Don't let him fool you by telling you he's not cuddly, he totally is.
"Back. Up. Bub." Logan's rumbling voice is venomous, a growl of warning as he bows up on the man in front of you. The two of you had been out on a mission together, which normally would have gone perfectly fine. Unfortunately, you'd ended up running into some old acquaintances of his. Both of you were bristiling at the contact, but you knew that coaxing Logan into a fight was just what he wanted. The man had been making moves on you the entire time- and although you were practically an expert in ignoring the flirtation from asshole guys, you were beginning to get more and more uncomfortable with it. It was when the man had started to make sexual comments about your body that Logan snapped.
"Who you callin' bub, pipsqueak?" The man smirks, looking down on Logan with arrogance. Anxiety had begun to worm it's way into your stomach.
"You better learn to watch your mouth." Logan growls. His fists flex as his claws unsheath, the adamantium practically itching to dig into the guy's skin. This was escalating fast, and you needed to stop it now. You both needed to complete the mission without any complications, extra fights included.
"Logan, Please, can we just go?" You say, grabbing his wrist and tugging before he can launch himself at the man. Logan's angry face remains intact, but you can see the way his shoulders slightly loosen. He glances at you, before backing off from the man with a snarl. You sigh in relief as Logan turns to follow you as you drag him away, just thankful you've avoided a problem at that point.
" 'bitch's got you on a hellava tight leash. Who knew the wolverine would be so whipped over some cheap whore." Logan stops abruptly at the words, sighing deeply as he looks at you, rage burning in his eyes. Whatever reserved attitude you had about this fight was basically gone, evaporating at the insults. You let out a long sigh, before you pull your hands away from him and shrug your shoulders. Logan grins at you wickedly.
So what if he came home with a few more bruises than normal? His knuckles would heal- but the ass whooping he gave out would damage that guy's ego forever.
Angel
Warren is the silently jealous type. No matter how bad he's being cooked with jealousy, he's really just going to keep an eye on you from afar. Growing up as a rich kid, I feel like his dad was very strict on manners and how not to make a public scene, which has kinda carried over into his adulthood.
If someone just won't give it a rest and keeps trying to pursue you, Warren will be not low-key about it. He'll come over and set his hand on your back, or sling his arm around your shoulder, or if he's feeling really cocky, Shake the person's hand and introduce himself as your boyfriend/husband. He'll only outright tell them to back off if they start to get out of hand and he knows you're getting really uncomfortable.
"I just don't like him." Warren says, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom. He's still in his suit from before, the red and bright white standing out starkly compared to the muted warm tones of your shared bedroom. You laugh at him as you begin to change.
"What? Why? I think Pietro is kinda funny." You ask, beginning to take off your shirt. Warren sighs in a petty way.
"Yeah, exactly." He mumbles under his breath, walking over to help you when your head gets stuck in the neckline like it always does. You give him a kiss on his cheek when you're free, not quite having heard him.
"Can't I dislike him just to dislike him? I don't need a reason." Warren speaks up this time, and you can't seem to hold back your amused smile as he digs his hole deeper. "-but, if I did, I'd say he's just too friendly with you. I don't like it." You can't help but laugh at that as you finish changing into more comfortable clothes. He turns around on autopilot, letting you unzip him from his suit- careful not to catch his blonde hair with the zipper.
"It's not like he's taking me away from you, Warren." You say, pressing a kisses to his exposed neck and back as you help him navigate his wings through. Warren huffs a little, his wings twitching as his voice goes soft.
"I never said that. I know he's not. I trust you enough to know so. I just..." He trails off, stepping out of his suit and left in his boxers. He lets you pull his shirt over him, stretching his wings in the confined space of the bathroom when its on correctly. You cock an eyebrow at him now that you're facing him, waiting for him to continue. He doesn't, simply looking away from you to avoid your knowing gaze. You let out an amused chuff before closing in on him.
"It's okay to be jealous, Warren, but I promise you, I'm not going anywhere." You say confidently, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He sighs again, but smiles as he looks at you with a soft and loving gaze. His arms wrap around your waist as he rests his forehead against your own, closing his eyes as the two of you begin to sway a little.
"Yeah, I know."
Morph
I really think that Morph is more of an insecure jealous type, but they're more likely to hide it behind humor. If you're being flirted and don't seem to be overly uncomfortable, they're probably going to fade into the background. They know that you love them, and they trust you, but they're so used to being second best for everyone they know that they just feel like they're bothering you. Later on, when whoever is flirting with you leaves, Morph will shift into them and start joking about it. Don't let the humor fool you, they're hurting right now. Just give Morph some extra love and kisses and reassurance and they'll feel better eventually.
Now, if it's clear that someone is bothering you, Morph won't be afraid to roast the everloving shit out of them. They take the moment to really embarrass the person, and if you're in a bar he'd totattally shift into the dude just to offer a drink to everyone and then dip, sticking the asshole with the bill.
You really didn't like clubs. They were busy and loud, but you had a friend celebrating her birthday in one, so who were you to turn down the invite? You certainly couldn't go without your favorite shapeshifter by your side either. The only problem was that Morph wasn't the only one who had eyes for you that night. Morph hadn't said anything in the moment, but you knew stuff like this bothered them. Even while walking home from the club, they still seemed to be trying to brush it off.
"Hey, Good-lookin. You interested?" Morph says, having shifted into the guy who had been flirting with you earlier. They're leaning against the side of the payphone like a goofball, having waited there as you called the school to let the others know you were finally on the way home, tipsy, but still hoping the fresh air would sober the both of you up. You roll your eyes as you giggle at them, shoving their shoulder and sending them stubiling.
"In that guy? No way!" You laugh, walking past Morph before they quickly catch up to you.
"You gotta admit, he was pretty handsome for a POS." They joke, puckering their lips and making kissy faces at you.
"Mmhm. suuureeee." You hum, pushing their face away from yours as they laugh.
"Come on, you saying' that tall dark and handsome isn't your type?" Morph shifts from the man at the club, and into the blonde, blue-eyed Warren worthington, wings hidden underneath the supposed coat. "-Or maybe you'd prefer blondes. I hear Warren's quite at catch." You huff at them, and shake your head again. Something in their tone of voice just seems to set off alarms in your brain, and they doesn't seem to be acting as genuine with you anymore, a vulnerability creeping into their voice no matter how hard they were trying to hide it. This goes on for a rather solid minute, Morph shifting into different people you know and asking who you prefer with a laugh and a fake smile. You shake your head every time, but it's starting to become more than just a bit. You begin to lose your patience, your own hurt seeping through the cracks.
"You're into the gruff, muscly, Logan, right? Hafta' be if you're still-"
"Kevin." You finally cut them off with a stern tone of voice, grabbing their wrist as you abruptly stop walking. They flinch at the name, eyes blowing wide with concern as they shift from logan, then to the dark haired version of themselves- before then settling on the form you know so well.
"... Not the government name." They mumble, more caught up in the strict way you said their name rather than the words themselves. You grab them by the collar of their leather jacket, pulling them close to you as you look into their eyes.
"How many times to I have to tell you I love you for you to believe me?" You whisper after a moment, voice coming out a little broken. Morph's seems to panic a little, making a concerned face as their hands catch hold of your wrists gently.
"I- no, that's not what I..." Morph says, trying their best to fix the situation. They can't seem to come up with the right words, their eyes avoiding your gaze as their mouth opens and closes with no luck. You cup the side of their face, bringing them back to face you.
"I. Love. You." You say purposefully. "Not some guy at the club- you, Morph. Any part of you that you want to give me, Any form you want to take. As long as it's you, I don't care." Morph relaxes at your words, sighing as you bring them closer to you, resting their forehead against your own.
"Yeah?" They ask, eyes fluttering closed.
"Yeah." You reply, finally leaning in to kiss them lovingly. They return the kiss softly, only separating from you when you begin to drag them down the sidewalk with you once again, hand in hand.
Sabertooth
He does not handle jealousy well at all. Honestly, I wouldn't put it past him to put someone in the hospital. It doesn't matter if they're just flirting, or if they're actually bothering you, he's going to start some shit. The man loves to start fights, and he couldn't care less what the reason is for. I will say though, he's gonna be a lot less smiley if the person insults either of you. He may be a shitstarter, but he doesn't take disrespect, especially not disrespect towards his S/O.
He's never mad at you for it. If anything, he's glad you gave him the chance to take some anger out. He'll encourage you to wear sexy and revealing outfits because he wants to see you wear them, and also because he's gonna beat the shit out of the first guy (and every guy, honestly) to look at you the wrong way. ESPECIALLY if you have boobs. Those are his boobs. He wants them to be popping out of your clothes 24/7 but no one else is allowed to look at them. Did he just see someone glance at you? Say goodbye to your teeth, motherfucker. (and your balls too.)
Victor loved shitty dive bars, as gross and unsanitary they may be. He liked to bar hop a few of them every other night, and although you weren't necessarily the dive bar type, you did enjoy spending time with him. Normally you'd just wear casual clothes, but today you had wanted to dress up a little bit. Nothing too fancy, but your shirt was a little low cut compared to what you normally wear. Victor had been loving it, especially since he got to have you as his eye-candy. That was what you were going for, and you succeeded! The only problem was that he wasn't the only one appreciating the view.
You were sitting at the bar, watching Victor win another round of pool while sipping on your drink. A man had sat next to you earlier, but you didn't think anything of it at first. It was a busy saturday night, and there weren't that many seats open at the bar. At most, you had a uneasy tingling on the back of your neck, feeling that someone was watching you.
"What's a fine thing like you doing in this shitty place?" The man suddenly asks. You send him a questioning glance, almost baffled at the flirting. He must be new here, because every other regular of this place knew for a fact who you always come here with, and no other man is stupid enough to try their luck with you while he's lingering around.
"Who, me? Enjoying some peace and quiet, obviously." You say in a sarcastic tone. The man chuckles next to you.
"Aw, not interested, sweetheart? I swear I'll make it worth your while." You make an obviously disgusted face at that, beginning to wonder who this guy thinks he is. The tingling feeling you feel hasn't let up, in fact, it's only gotten stronger. The hairs on the back of your neck are standing up, and you can't help but feel like something is seriously wrong here. You brushed it off on the alcohol, but Victor had always been a bit more perceptive than you. He barely glanced over in your direction before he was storming over. For a split second you think he's mad at you, until he violently grabs the man next to you by the collar, his claws scraping across his collarbones and causing him to yelp as he shallow cuts begin to bleed.
"Did I just see you staring?" Victor huffs, glaring so hard you swear the man shrinks underneath his gaze. Every bit of confidence he had a minute ago had vanished completely.
"W-what? I... Uh..." The man stutters, unable to say a complete sentence through his fear. Victor turns to you slightly, his grip not letting up for a second.
"He say something to you, Doll?" He asks, and you wonder if you should tell him the truth. You almost felt bad for the guy in his grip, knowing that he was probably just stupid and new to this bar. You shake your head in response, even though the stranger had been giving you off vibes since the moment he sat down. Victor grins at you, a loving excitement in his eyes as his grip only gets tighter.
"Aww, you don't have to lie, sweet thing." Victor chuckles, and you grimace when you realise that he totally saw that lie coming a mile away. Vic turns back to the man, his smile dropping instantly as his other hand slips the guy's phone out and slams it on the counter of the bar. "Open your camera." Vic snarls. The man starts to panic now, squirming to get out of his grip.
"N-no! Let go of me Man!" The man stutters. Vic only begins to grin again.
"Nuh-uh. I want you to show my baby the photos you've been taking all night." Photos? You didn't know anything about any photos. Your brows furrow as the man begins to whine and panic, squirming to no avail. Vic smirks at you as he send you a nodd, and you grab the phone and open the creep's gallery. There has to have been over thirty photos of you from just tonight, sitting at the bar, ordering your first drink, even one from when you had gotten up to use the restroom.
"Oh, gross!" You say, recoiling from the phone and wiping your hands on your shirt, not wanting to know where this guys hands had been all night. The man in Victor's grip has gone completely pale, freezing at the sight of Vic's terrifying smile. He reaches over towards the phone with his free hand, picking up the device before crushing it with his bare hand.
"Why don't you head outside, honeybee. I'll take out the trash while you're gone."
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wongyuseokie · 20 days ago
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Theories & Heartstrings | k.m.g
Chapter 4: Speaking First and Thinking Much Later
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Summary: As a writer with a mildly cynical take on love, you’ve always believed people have a “type”—a pattern they never stray from when it comes to dating. And Kim Mingyu? He’s the textbook definition of someone who wouldn’t go for someone like you, nor would you go for him. But you test your theory when a fateful run-in with your charming neighbour sparks an unexpected attraction.
The plan? Go on dates with him and count how many it takes before your heart gets involved—if it ever does. But Mingyu is unpredictable, effortlessly breaking down your carefully constructed walls with every smile, every late-night conversation, every moment that feels too easy to be just an experiment.
The real problem? Secrets never stay secrets for long. And when Mingyu finds out the truth behind your so-called theory, will it prove you right, or that love doesn’t follow the rules you thought it did?
☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ☁︎ angst | ♕smut
Word Count: 10,645 words
Pairings: Neighbor! Mingyu x Journalist! Female Reader
Genre/Trope(s)/AU(s): Neighbours AU! Fake Dating AU! (but only one is fake dating. It’ll make sense when you read it, lol). Non-Idol AU!. 
Content Warnings: honestly? its just all around a bit weepy and sad yn just feels very isolated and granted she did most of it to herself girlie is sad. men being creepy, nothing too serious just men being gross, but mingyu is the bestest. alcohol consumption, mentions of food. not really infidelity, but someone is deffos kissing someone they shouldn’t. yn is just not very good with her words. more angst because its me hehehehe Smut Warnings:  handjob, mountain sex (it’ll make sense when you read it, dont worry its not anything super precarious) cum licking, handcuffs, sex toy use, nothing super crazy, overstimulation for them both, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex. morning sex, he gives her oral to wake her up which is such a wonderful thought. oral sex. fingering. squriting. yn doms him for a secon its nothing too serious. mingyu whines because ofc he does. not really orgasm denial, more orgasm control. amazing aftercare because duh.  Author's Note 1: I'd be remiss if I didn't thank the lovely people who helped beta this monster of a story. thank you @lovetaroandtaemin @nebulousbrainsoup @strxwberry-skiess for your patience time and love thank you guys so much!! Author's Note 2: welp here it is guys my last fic, ever, but good news, this is only chapter 4, and if i can finally learn to stop adding more and more, then we're going to almost be at the homestretch very soon. heheh. Series Masterlist
A couple of days later, you were in the grocery store. You were looking for something sweet but also adding some vegetables to your cart, because you told yourself that this is what adulting is, quietly scanning the aisles, when you heard someone call out behind you.
“Hi.”
You jumped slightly and turned to see Seungcheol standing next to you in the cereal aisle, a carton of oat milk in his hand and a hesitant smile on his face.
“I just—look, I wanted to apologise,” he said. “I shouldn’t have been so aggressive the other night. I was being protective, but... I won’t lash out at you again. Not in the name of protecting him.”
You blinked at him, unsure how to respond. “Why?” You asked, the word slipping out before you could filter it.
Seungcheol gave you a knowing smile. “Because he still likes you. And I don’t want to hurt someone he cares about.”
Your heart thudded painfully. “You think he—?”
“He’s a stubborn ass, but he’s not a lost cause,” Seungcheol said with a grin. “You just need to give him a reason to trust you again.”
You nodded slowly, watching him disappear into the next aisle. You stood there for a long moment, mind spinning, until finally you made your way to the checkout. ~~
Later that evening, you found yourself at a nearby bar. Not drinking. Just seated in a booth, laptop open, trying to map out your next article. The bar was quiet and half-empty, the way you liked it. You didn’t even realize how much time had passed until the sunlight was gone and the neon signs outside flickered on.
“So,” a voice interrupted. “How can I convince a girl as beautiful as you to get a drink with me?”
You looked up from your laptop and instantly regretted making eye contact. A stranger had slid into the booth opposite you, reeking of cologne and entitlement.
“You can’t,” you said flatly. “Now, please leave.”
He grinned, undeterred. “Oh come on, pretty girl. You look good. Way too good to be single.”
You glared at him. “I’m not.”
“Oh really?” He asked, eyes dropping to your hand. “Then why are you all alone on a Friday night?”
“Because I have things to do,” you snapped.
But before the man could say anything else, a familiar voice cut through the space between you.
“Baby, I’m so sorry I’m late.”
Mingyu slid into the booth beside you with practiced ease, wrapping an arm around your waist and planting a kiss on your temple. His hand brushed protectively over your lower back as he turned to the guy.
“Do you mind?” Mingyu asked, voice low and cold. “My girlfriend and I are busy.”
The stranger muttered something unintelligible and stumbled away. You were still frozen in place when Mingyu turned to you.
“Did he try to touch you?”
You shook your head, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned in and kissed him.
It wasn’t a fiery, messy kiss. It was gentle. Hesitant. Warm.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” you said, pulling away.
Mingyu was breathless, lips slightly parted. “Yeah, but I kissed you back.” He smiled a little, reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear. “Thanks for letting me play knight in shining armor.”
You gave a small laugh. “You didn’t have to.”
“But I wanted to.”
You both sat there, the tension quietly humming beneath the surface, until finally you both spoke at once:
“Look—”
You both stopped and laughed, a little shy, a little sad.
“I guess…” Mingyu began again, voice softer now. “I guess no matter what happens, I always end up running into you.”
You smiled. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“No,” he said quickly. “No. It’s not. Look, you messed up. A lot. You hurt me. But I still care. I still like you.”
Your chest ached as he continued, “I want to believe you. I want to trust you again.”
You hesitated—then slowly reached for his hand, your fingers lacing with his. “I can show you. Everything. The journal. The article draft. All of it.”
He looked at you for a long time, then nodded. “No more lies?”
“No more lies.”
“Okay,” he said, standing up and pulling you to your feet. “Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“Yours,” he said simply. “We’re going through that journal.”
You laughed, following him out into the night. The car ride was filled with easy silence, the kind that felt like progress.
When you reached your apartment, Mingyu threw you a teasing look as you stared at his thighs again. “You drooling or just admiring?”
You glared at him. “You know ripped jeans are impractical in this weather, right?”
“They’re for accentuating purposes,” he replied smugly.
You rolled your eyes. “Okay, I’m grabbing wine. You make yourself comfortable.”
You came back with a bottle and two glasses, setting them by the bedside table before digging out the journal. Mingyu had already poured the drinks when you sat beside him, handing over the small black book like it was an offering.
He patted the space between his legs. “Sit. Makes it easier to read.”
You did, leaning back against him with the journal open in your lap. “Okay,” you said. “Forget the article for a second. How would you have rated me on our first date?”
Mingyu smiled, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You? A ten. Even with the lava cake accident.”
You laughed. “It was so dramatic. I had to rate you a six to keep myself from falling too fast.”
“And how’s that working out for you now?” He asked, chin resting on your shoulder.
You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to.
The warmth of his body behind you, the weight of the journal in your hands, and the taste of wine on your tongue told him everything he needed to know.
It had been an hour of Mingyu simply reading, and you couldn’t take the silence any longer. You exhaled deeply, nerves fraying with every word.
“You asked me to be your girlfriend,” you said quietly, voice tight, “and the joy in your face... I didn’t want to ruin that. And I know I did.”
Mingyu didn’t say anything right away. He just reached over, took the wine glass and the journal out of your hands, and set them on the bedside table. His movements were careful, like he didn’t want to make you flinch.
“I never meant to hurt you,” you continued, eyes locked on your lap. “I wanted to fall for you. I knew I felt something. In hindsight, it was a terrible idea. But the more I saw you, the more the article faded. I almost forgot why I even started writing it.”
“I could kind of tell,” Mingyu said, a soft smile flickering at the corner of his mouth.
You looked up, startled. “Really?”
Mingyu nodded. “Your entries... they went from bullet-point lists of ‘what he did right’ and ‘what he said wrong’ to what basically looked like love letters. Rambling sermons about how whipped you were.”
You let out an embarrassed groan. “Oh god.”
“I’m serious,” Mingyu said, hand returning to your thigh, “you went from ‘dresses well, smells nice’ to ‘he made me laugh so hard I cried, and I felt like my chest was full of sun.’”
You covered your face, mortified. “I shouldn’t have used you as a story.”
“No,” he said softly. “You really shouldn’t have.”
He leaned in and kissed your cheek, gentle and light—like something fragile had cracked open again but hadn’t quite healed.
“I want to see the draft,” Mingyu said, pulling back.
You hesitated, then nodded and reached for your laptop.
When the document opened, you scrolled down to the only paragraph that had made it onto the page.
“Blah, blah,” you mumbled, trying not to cringe. “All I know is this may have been a stupid way to test how much I like someone, but I’m glad I did. I know deep down I’m falling for him. Hell, I think I fell for him the first time he kissed me. But now I know that I’m well and truly head over heels for him. And a deadline shouldn’t dictate that.”
Mingyu went still.
“Why is this the only thing you wrote?” He asked quietly.
You shrugged. “I guess I didn’t need to write the rest. I already knew how it ended.”
He stared at you for a long moment, then smiled to himself and closed the laptop gently. “So... you liked me from the first time I kissed you?”
You rolled your eyes. “‘Like’ is a strong word. But yeah, something started then.”
Mingyu chuckled. “Butterflies?”
You groaned. “Ugh, you’re never going to let that go.”
“Nope,” he said, laughing as you smacked his chest lightly.
In one easy motion, he pulled you around so you were facing him, legs straddling his lap, and his arms wrapped around your waist.
“Finally, one more thing,” Mingyu said, his voice lower now, more serious. “If I can’t bring myself to trust you again, please... allow me that. Don’t push.”
You nodded. “I get it. I won’t pressure you.”
“But I won’t drag you through ten dates to test my feelings either,” he teased.
You smiled and pressed your forehead to his. “Can I ask for one thing then?”
“Anything.”
“If we do this—if there’s even a small chance—we start fresh. You don’t throw the article at me every time you’re upset, and I don’t beg you to forget what I did just so I can sleep at night.”
Mingyu was quiet for a beat, then nodded. “Fine.” He pulled you in tighter for a moment before slowly letting go.
He stood up, brushing off his pants and stretching his arms overhead. “When do you plan on taking me out then?”
You laughed. “Tomorrow night?”
He grinned. “I’ll be in the studio, but I’ll need to eat. So yeah. You’re on.”
You walked him to the door, your fingers brushing his as he stepped out. “See you tomorrow?”
Mingyu smiled. “Yeah. See you tomorrow.”
And with that, the door closed behind him, and you leaned against it, letting the quiet echo of hope fill your chest.
~~
You hadn’t expected to see anyone else there.
You knocked softly before stepping into Mingyu’s studio, the takeout bag in your hand still warm. You were smiling—nervous but hopeful—until you saw her.
She was stunning, lounging on the studio couch like it was her own, one hand tucked under her chin, smiling softly at something Mingyu had said. He stood near her, camera slung around his neck, laughing as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
They looked close. Too close.
You cleared your throat. “Hey.”
Both of them turned. Mingyu straightened when he saw you. “Hey.”
The woman stood, brushing imaginary lint from her clothes. “Oh. I see you’ve got company,” she said lightly, casting a glance at the takeout bag in your hand. “I was heading out anyway. See you tomorrow, Gyu.” The nickname slid from her mouth with practiced ease. And then she was gone, breezing right past you.
“I brought noodles and stir-fried beef,” you said quietly, holding up the bag like an awkward offering.
Mingyu motioned to the couch. “Cool. Have a seat.”
You hesitated, eyes flickering to the exact spot she’d just vacated.
Mingyu clocked your expression instantly. “We didn’t have sex if that’s what you’re thinking.”
You blinked.
“So if you’re wondering whether there’s some trace of her left on the couch, there isn’t,” he snapped. “She’s my work partner.”
“Right,” you muttered, sitting down stiffly.
“She’s helping me with a concept shoot. We’ve been collaborating closely—nothing more.”
You crossed your legs and tried to ignore the sting behind your ribs. “Didn’t look like nothing.”
Mingyu rolled his eyes. “Look, I don’t mean to be harsh, but photographers get close all the time. It doesn’t mean it’s personal. You’re being dramatic.”
You flinched. “Not like you have a right to be mad.”
He looked at you sharply. “Excuse me?”
“You said it first,” you said tightly. “I don’t get to be upset, remember?”
Mingyu looked away, jaw ticking. “So is this our date? You coming here to glare at me and sulk over something you imagined?”
You exhaled slowly. “Do you want to play a game or something?”
“No,” he said. “Your jealousy already killed the vibe.”
Silence stretched between you. The food sat untouched.
“I had something else in mind,” you said after a moment. “Saturday. Are you free?”
He didn’t look at you. “What time?”
“Seven.”
“Seven AM?”
“Wear trainers.”
You grabbed your bag and stood up.
“Where are you going?” Mingyu asked, still seated.
“This was a terrible date,” you said honestly. “You’re right—I got jealous for no reason. I’ll see you Saturday.”
He stood slowly, brushing a hand through his hair. “Okay. But text me before you come. I sleep like the dead.”
You gave him a small nod. “Text me the code to your door.”
You hated how stilted it all felt, how far from the natural rhythm you used to share. But you weren’t going to let one awkward night ruin the rest.
You were determined to try—one slow, imperfect step at a time.
~~
“Gyu,” you whispered, gently nudging his shoulder. “Wake up.”
It was 6:45 a.m. on Saturday, and Mingyu was still buried under a pile of blankets, curled in like a child avoiding the world. His long hair was a mess of waves across his cheek, his plush lips parted slightly in sleep. The only reply you got was a soft grumble and the blanket being tugged tighter around him.
“Five more minutes,” he mumbled.
“You said that ten minutes ago,” you replied, already trying to peel the blanket off him.
“No,” he groaned dramatically, “too early. Regret. Everything is regret.”
You smiled, despite yourself. “I brought coffee.”
That got a response. Mingyu cracked one eye open, squinting at the light. “You’re evil,” he muttered, but slowly began to sit up. His limbs stretched out stiffly, and he blinked blearily at you. “What time is it again?”
“Early. Come on, lazy.” You tugged at his arm. “You promised to let me plan this date.”
“Was I drunk when I agreed to this?” He asked, but he allowed you to drag him out of bed anyway. You handed him his coffee as he stumbled toward the bathroom, muttering curses under his breath. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
You were waiting by his door when he came back out, clean and dressed but still half-asleep. “You’re in workout gear,” he said, eyes scanning you. “It makes your ass look incredible.”
“Romantic,” you muttered. “Can I drive?”
“Sure, but if you scratch my car, I’m ghosting you.”
You snorted, accepting the keys and tossing him a breakfast sandwich. “Eat. You’ll need it.”
The drive was quiet for the first fifteen minutes, Mingyu alternating between sipping coffee and dozing with his head tilted toward the window. But as the city began to fade behind you, he suddenly spoke.
“Can I ask you something?”
You glanced over at him. “Sure.”
“Do you remember once, you told me the reason you had trust issues was because he cheated on you? What were the signs?”
You tightened your grip on the steering wheel. “Straight to trauma at sunrise, huh?”
Mingyu shrugged, sheepish. “Sorry. Just curious.”
You exhaled. “He came home late, smelled like someone else. I walked in on him once—literally walked in.” Your voice was flat. “It wasn’t subtle.”
Silence.
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “That’s… messed up.”
“It was,” you agreed. “But I’m over it.”
Mingyu placed a warm hand on your thigh, squeezing gently. “I’d never do that to someone. Even when I was mad at you, I never thought about it.”
You glanced at him, his brows furrowed in sincerity, and nodded. “I know.”
The rest of the ride passed in silence, but it was no longer uncomfortable.
“We’re here,” you said, nudging him awake as you parked.
Mingyu blinked rapidly. “Oh my god, we’re hiking?”
“You said you like outdoor dates,” you replied, grabbing your backpack.
“I meant like coffee-on-a-patio outdoor,” he muttered, dragging himself out of the car.
You led the way up the trail, the morning air crisp and biting at your cheeks. Birds chirped overhead, and sunlight broke through the trees in patches, warming your back.
“You’ve been quiet,” Mingyu said after a while, trailing a few steps behind you. “Uncharacteristically so.”
You stopped abruptly, and he bumped into you.
“Okay, maybe warn me next time,” he said, rubbing his chest.
“I just…” you turned to face him. “I didn’t want this to feel like pressure. I wanted to do something that made you happy, and now I feel like I’m failing again.”
Mingyu blinked, taken aback. “What? No. I’m just groggy. I’m sorry.”
You looked away. “You’re allowed to not be into it. I just—wanted to try.”
“Hey.” He stepped closer, brushing your wrist with his fingertips. “I like it. I do. I’m glad you remembered what I said. I was sleepy and grumpy.”
You nodded, feeling the tension melt a little. “Okay. Then follow me. I want to show you something.”
You led him further up the trail, the path narrowing slightly. Mingyu didn’t speak again, just stayed close behind, his eyes fixed on your back until you reached the final turn.
“I brought you here for the view,” you said, pointing to the clearing ahead.
Mingyu stepped up beside you. The trees fell away to reveal a sweeping valley bathed in soft morning light, gold and green stretching endlessly beneath a powder-blue sky.
“Wow,” he whispered, the breath knocked out of him. “It’s beautiful.”
You looked at him. “I wanted to do something that wasn’t about guilt or apologies. Just… us.”
Mingyu turned to you, his gaze softer now. “Thank you,” he said. “Really.”
You smiled. “So… worth waking up for?”
“Not the waking up part,” he said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “But this? Absolutely.”
“Oh.” Mingyu stayed silent as you both got to the peak.
“Sit,” you said, motioning to a patch of rock.
“Here.” You handed Mingyu a granola bar.
“Fine dining?”
You laughed, “I’ll feed you later, I couldn’t exactly carry a whole meal up here, could I?”
Mingyu nodded, taking the granola bar.
“Okay, this view is worth waking up for.”
You smiled at his words, “How did you find it?” Mingyu asked.
“Joshua told me about it, and he dragged me here twice, so that I’d appreciate the trees.”
Mingyu smiled at you. “So why’d you bring me?”
“I wanted to bring you somewhere serene and calm.”
Mingyu nodded, looking out at the sunrise stretching wide over the valley.
“It’s beautiful.”
He patted the spot between his legs. “Come here. Cuddle me.”
You laughed but obliged, settling between his legs as his arms wrapped snug around your waist. 
His chin rested on your shoulder.
“I’m thinking you might be the koala in this relationship,” you teased, running your hands over his fingers.
Mingyu turned his head toward you, eyes dark. “Fuck. I meant…”
You tilted your head toward him and caught his lips in a kiss. It was soft, lingering, like neither of you were in a rush to let go.
“I know,” he murmured, forehead brushing against yours. “But in my defense, you dragged me out of bed, and you’re very nice to hold.”
“I’ve never seen the sunrise with anyone before,” Mingyu added, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as the sky began to shift from gold to a pale orange. “I like this date.”
He pushed your ponytail aside and kissed your neck softly.
“It’s not over,” you whispered, “I haven’t fed you yet.”
You felt the grin on his lips before he spoke.
“I have something I want to eat.”
You groaned, smacking his thigh.
“Not on a hike.”
Mingyu just pulled you closer into his lap, and you could feel the heat of his body and the hardness pressing against you.
“I swear to god,” Mingyu muttered as he pulled you back into his lap, his voice already strained with need, “these yoga pants should be illegal.”
You raised a brow, smirking. “They’re literally for exercise.”
Mingyu slid his hands over your thighs, up to your hips, and then cupped your breasts, tugging lightly on the hem of your sports bra. “No. They’re for driving me insane. From the moment I saw you today, all I’ve been thinking about is this—” His fingers tugged gently on the fabric covering your chest, then rolled your nipple between his fingers. You shivered, your breath catching.
“My tits have been killing you?” You teased, your voice breathy despite your attempt at sarcasm.
“And your ass. And you,” Mingyu said with a soft groan, his thumb brushing over your other nipple. “Every inch of you.”
You gasped as he pinched gently. “What if someone sees us?”
Mingyu just grinned. “Then they’re in for a good show.” He shifted you in his lap so you were straddling him, chest to chest. “But seriously,” he murmured against your neck, “tell me to stop, and I will. No games.”
You tilted your head slightly, giving him better access as he pressed soft kisses along your skin. “Not even tempted,” you whispered.
Your hand slid down to palm him over his sweats. He gasped against your neck, his hips twitching into your touch.
“Let me take care of you,” you said softly, your lips brushing his jaw as your fingers slipped into his waistband and freed him from his boxers. “Let me do this for you.”
“Fuck,” he groaned as you wrapped your hand around him and started to stroke. One of his hands slipped under your top, fingers splaying across your lower back while the other resumed toying with your breasts.
The sounds he made were low, needy, the kind that made you ache. You picked up your pace, thumb swiping over his tip, and he let out a ragged moan.
“Oh my god, that’s—shit,” he gasped, his voice unraveling as you reached down to cup his balls, your other hand still stroking him. “Fuck, Y/N—I’m not gonna last.”
You leaned in and kissed him, open-mouthed and messy, as he finally came in your hand. His body trembled under yours, and he moaned into your mouth as you milked him through it, not stopping until his hips jerked in overstimulation.
“Well, fuck,” he breathed, blinking up at you with glassy eyes.
You grinned. “Breakfast served.”
Then, because you’re wicked, and you knew he’d like it, you licked your hand clean slowly, and Mingyu let out a strained groan.
“You’re evil,” he muttered.
~~
A few moments later Mingyu speaks up, “This was nice, and right now it’s the first time I’ve felt happy with us in a while, and I’m not just saying that only because you made me cum so hard.”
You turned your head and looked at him. “Me too.”
For a moment, neither of you spoke. The wind rustled the trees gently, birds called in the distance, and the only warmth you needed came from the boy who held you like he never wanted to let go.
You stood up after a few more minutes, stretching like a cat. “Come on. Let’s eat before I drag you back to the car by your hair.”
“Are you my breakfast?” He asked, his voice half-playful, half-sincere.
You laughed, already walking away. “Keep up, Gyu. Race you to the car.”
Mingyu groaned, grabbing his hoodie as he stumbled to follow. “This is so unfair.
“I’ll drive,” Mingyu said as you both reached back to the car, “so, where are you taking me?”
You smiled at him as you keyed the address into the GPS. “It’s a surprise.”
~~
“Acai bowls?” Mingyu asked skeptically as you both stepped into the café and saw the menu.
“Do you not like them?”
He shook his head. “Never had them.”
You gasped, clutching your chest in mock horror. “You’re a twenty-something who hasn’t had acai? That’s blasphemy.” Mingyu rolled his eyes. “Should I grab us a table, Your Majesty, Queen of Acai?”
You laughed and nodded. “Go on, peasant. I’ll order.”
You came back with the acai bowls a few minutes later and prompted Mingyu to take a bite first.
“Oh, it’s like ice cream,” Mingyu said as he took a bite.
You smiled at him.“Okay, I’m crap with dates, but how’s this one?”
Mingyu grinned. “Let’s see—you dragged me up to a mountain at the buttcrack of dawn, and made it better by making me cum, and now you’re feeding me.  You’re doing just fine.”
You smiled at him, “Thank you.” ~~
“Hey, I’ve got to head to the studio tonight,” Mingyu said as you walked back to the car.” 
“Want to come? I have a solo shoot, just me. No assistants or models.”
You smiled. “Sure, and then we can get dinner after?”
Mingyu nodded. “And a movie. Or two. I’m not getting tired of you anytime soon.”
You beamed. ~~
You had planned to surprise him at the studio, but your steps froze when you saw him. He was on the couch, locked in a kiss. With the same photographer from the last time. The one who smiled too much and lingered too long.
You backed out of the studio and quickly slipped out of the building. Your phone buzzed relentlessly with his name, but you replied once—urgent work call, can’t talk, see you later for the movie.
~~
“Hey, you okay?” Mingyu asked as you sat stiffly at the far end of the bed, watching the movie from what felt like a separate timezone.
You nodded. “Want to cuddle? Or I can grab a blanket?” He asked.
You shook your head.
He paused the movie and scooted over, pulling you in.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
But you didn’t pull away either.
“I saw that girl, the one you told me not to worry about?”
Mingyu sighed. “So I thought I saw you, and running out.”
You looked down. “I know I don’t have the right. I know I’m the last person to get jealous. But it hurt.”
He paused the movie. “She kissed me. She asked if I was single, I said yes—because we’re not official—and she kissed me.”
You nodded, silent.
“I pushed her off and told the director I need a new lighting tech. One that doesn’t flirt with me.”
You laughed quietly. “Is there even such a person?”
“Well the new one is married to a woman, so I don’t think I’m her type.” You smiled as you finally curled into his side.
“We’ve had a lot of roadblocks, but you’re worth it,” he whispered.
“Whatever it takes, Gyu,” you said softly. “I’ll make you trust me again.”
Mingyu tightened his arm around you. “Just don’t break me.”
“I won’t,” you whispered. “Not this time.”
~~
The following week with Mingyu was…surprisingly smooth. No arguments, no awkward tension, and no stormy silences. Just a steady, gentle rhythm that felt dangerously close to peace.
Which is why it felt like a slap when his phone wouldn’t stop ringing in the middle of your very heavy makeout session on his couch.
You were straddling his lap, flushed and breathless, when he sighed, muttering, “Sorry, I just need to reply to a few messages—it’s about the new showcase tomorrow.”
You climbed off him reluctantly, brushing your hair back. “Ah. The big one?”
Mingyu nodded distractedly, texting. “Yeah. It’s kind of a huge deal. And sold out already.”
You blinked. “Sold out?”
He glanced up at you sheepishly. “Yeah. I can maybe see if someone has a spare ticket, but—”
You shook your head before he could finish. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.”
Mingyu set his phone down. You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m happy for you.”
He smiled. “Thanks.”
“We can hang out after, maybe?” He offered.
You nodded, but it didn’t sit right. If he wanted you there, he would’ve said so. You didn’t want to beg for a place you weren’t invited to.
You stood, gathering your clothes. “I should get going. I’ve got work tomorrow.”
Mingyu stayed silent as you dressed. “So…what are you writing now?” He asked finally.
You smiled faintly, tucking your top into your jeans. “Nothing yet. Guess you’ve taken up all my recent material.”
He nodded slowly, biting his lip. A strange look crossed his face—like he didn’t know whether to be flattered or deeply uneasy.
You leaned in and kissed him goodbye, murmuring, “See you later, handsome.”
Mingyu caught your wrist, tugging you into his lap. “You know, you could stay.”
“Do you want me to?”
That was the wrong question.
Mingyu's jaw clenched, and he let go of you, shifting away. “You know, I get that you’re trying to rebuild my trust, but you’re playing this so safe it’s like you’re scared of me.”
You sighed. “I’m trying not to push. I didn’t want to overstep.”
“But you had no problem shoving your hand down my pants earlier,” Mingyu snapped.
You blinked. “You think this is about sex?”
“Who initiates it every time?” He said, standing now, pulling his sweats on.
“You do,” you said quietly. “I just…follow your lead. I’m trying to be careful.”
Mingyu exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. His voice dropped. “I just want us to be okay again.”
You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around him from behind. “We will be. I’ll keep trying, Gyu.”
He turned, wrapping you in his arms. “Yeah?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
Mingyu leaned in, brushing a kiss to your forehead. “Good. Because you’re stuck with me.”
You smiled. “Only if you let me shower first. I can barely feel my legs.”
Mingyu chuckled, releasing you. “Do you need help walking?”
“No. But I’ll take cuddles after.”
He grinned. “Deal. I’ll leave out a shirt for you to wear.”
“Thanks,” you said, disappearing into the bathroom, already feeling a little steadier.
~~
That evening, you were finishing up your dinner when a knock sounded at the door. Mingyu stood there, beaming, holding up two showcase tickets like they were a prize he’d just won.
“Got one!” He grinned. “You’re still down to come tomorrow?”
You wiped your hands, trying to hide your excitement. “Absolutely.”
You leaned in slowly, testing, giving him the space to pull away. But he didn’t. His hand slipped to your jaw, thumb brushing your cheekbone, and his lips met yours with a quiet, aching certainty.
It was soft. Warm. The kind of kiss that made time blink out around the edges.
When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathing a little unevenly.
“So,” you whispered.
“So,” he echoed, grinning, “does this mean you’re staying?”
You smiled at him. “Only if you give me something comfier to sleep in.”
Mingyu stood up immediately. “You want the grey hoodie or the black one? Wait, no — I have that really soft tee that’s a dress on you—”
“Dealer’s choice, Gyu.”
He paused and then turned back to face you, suddenly shy. “I’m glad you’re here.”
Your smile softened. “Me too.”
And just like that, you stayed — brushing your teeth with his spare toothbrush, folding into the right side of his bed, and his warmth behind you as the room faded into quiet.
And for the first time in a while, things felt like they were just right. 
~~
The following day, you were awakened by a wet and warm sensation ghosting over your inner thigh.
“Gyu?” You mumbled, your voice hazy with sleep.
There was no answer—just the slow, sinful drag of his tongue against your folds. Your body jolted fully awake, your hips twitching as he used his hands to lift your ass slightly, pulling you closer and locking you against his mouth.
“Mingyu—fuck,” you gasped, your fingers threading through his damp hair.
He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His mouth was reverent—almost lazy—as if he had all the time in the world to worship you. He licked you slowly, like he was savouring the taste of you, letting your soft moans guide his pace.
But just when your legs started to tremble, just when you were teetering on the edge, Mingyu pulled away.
“No—why did you stop?” You whimpered.
He only smirked, eyes dark as he slowly slid your shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside.
“I stopped,” he said, voice gravelly, “because I want to do this properly.”
That’s when you realised he was naked—he must have ditched his sweats—and now he was crawling over you, his body all heat and pressure and weight. He hovered above you for a second, pressing his forehead to yours.
“Okay?” He asked softly.
You nodded, too breathless to speak.
Then he pushed into you with a low groan, filling you. You bit your lip to keep from moaning too loudly. His thrusts were deep and slow at first, and you could feel how badly he’d wanted this—how long he’d been holding back.
“You’re so warm,” he whispered against your neck, “so perfect.”
You held onto him as he began to move faster, his rhythm sure and desperate. When his hand slipped between your bodies to rub your clit, you gasped, barely able to hold yourself together.
“Come with me,” he panted. “Come on, pretty girl. I want to feel you fall apart.”
You cried out softly as your orgasm hit, clinging to him as your body clenched tightly around him. A moment later, he groaned against your shoulder and came inside you, his thrusts slowing, more tender now.
When it was over, Mingyu didn’t pull away. He stayed where he was for a beat longer, breathing hard, then kissed your forehead gently.
“Morning,” he murmured.
You laughed breathlessly, nuzzling into his chest. “God… that was a really nice way to wake up.”
He wrapped both arms around you and let out a low chuckle. “Mm, I agree.”
~~
“What do I wear?” You asked Mingyu later that morning, he was over at your apartment, helping you decide what to wear, you felt overwhelmed by just glancing at the mess of clothes scattered on the floor.
Mingyu gave a nonchalant shrug. “It’s in a club, so… heels and a dress you don’t mind getting a little messed up,” he said, his voice dipping lower as his hand traced a line down your stomach.
You raised a brow. “Why?”
He smirked, leaning in closer until his lips brushed against your ear. “So I don’t feel bad when I rip it off you,” he whispered, and before you could process his words, his hand slid between your legs, fingers brushing against your core.
Your breath hitched. “Mingyu…”
He pushed a finger inside you, his eyes darkening with desire as he watched your reaction. 
“Good?” he asked, his voice soft and attentive.
You couldn’t even form a proper response, just a breathy moan slipping past your lips. He added another finger, his movements slow and deliberate. “Come on, baby. I asked you a question,” he teased, his thumb pressing lightly against your clit.
Your body arched into his touch, and you gasped, “S-so good.”
He leaned down to kiss your neck, his breath warm against your skin. “That’s what I like to hear,” he murmured. He didn’t rush, taking his time as his fingers moved in and out of you, his other hand resting on your hip to keep you grounded.
Your hands gripped the sheets as pleasure built inside you. Mingyu’s lips ghosted over your collarbone, his thumb tracing lazy circles over your clit. 
“You’re shaking, baby,” he whispered. “You hear how wet you are? So pretty when you’re like this.”
You barely managed a nod, your legs trembling as his fingers curled just right, hitting that spot that made you lose your composure. Mingyu kept his eyes on you, drinking in every little gasp and whimper.
He slowed down just a little, teasing you, and you whined in protest. “Think you can squirt for me, baby? Hm?”
Your head fell back against the pillow, his words pushing you closer to the edge. “I-I can’t,” you stammered.
“Yes, you can,” he whispered, his voice coaxing and gentle. “I’ve got you. Just let go.”
With that, he increased the intensity, his thumb circling your clit with more pressure. Your vision blurred as you cried out, body shuddering as waves of pleasure overtook you. Mingyu held you through it, murmuring soothing words as you rode out your orgasm.
When you came back to your senses, you saw him grinning down at you, his hand still resting gently on your thigh. “There she is,” he teased, brushing some hair from your face.
You shot him a half-hearted glare. “Don’t look so smug.”
He chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “You made a mess of your sheets,” he teased, but his tone was light, clearly proud.
You rolled your eyes, still catching your breath. “Shut up.”
Mingyu just laughed, the sound warm and reassuring. “Come on. We both have to get ready, don’t we? Let’s get cleaned up,” he said, scooping you up effortlessly and carrying you to the bathroom.
In the shower, he was surprisingly gentle, helping you wash up and pressing soft kisses to your shoulder every now and then. Even with the limited time, he couldn’t help but slip his hands around your waist and kiss you deeply, his lips slow and unhurried despite the morning rush.
“Can’t help myself,” he murmured when you gave him a playful glare.
You couldn’t help but laugh, resting your head on his chest as the warm water cascaded over both of you. “Neither can I,” you admitted.
When you were both dressed and ready, he kissed you again before heading out. “I need to get there earlier to set up,” he whispered, his forehead pressed to yours.
You nodded, “Mm, I need to go into the office too, just for a bit.”
“So, I’ll see you tonight at the showcase?” Mingyu asked, lazily draping his arms around your waist while you changed into your work clothes.
You nodded. “And I’ll have you all to myself?”
He smirked. “Not entirely, but most of the night, yeah.”
You leaned up to kiss him, only for Mingyu to deepen it into something slower, lazier, like he had no intention of letting you leave.
You pulled away with a laugh, fixing your hair. “Go, I need to make sure my legs are still working for tonight. I already know I’m going to be limping, thanks.”
Mingyu just smirked wider. “I’m proud.”
You rolled your eyes, grabbing your bag. “See you tonight.”
~~
“Y/N! Just the woman I wanted to see,” Keira called out as you walked into the office. She shut the door behind you like she’d been waiting.
“You’ve been very bubbly lately,” she said with a grin. “Things good with the infamous Mingyu?”
You gave a sheepish nod. “We’re… trying. Slowly.”
“Well, I was thinking—” Keira’s smile widened, “maybe you could write something about how a stupid article led you to the love of your life.”
You raised a brow. “Keira.”
She shrugged, unbothered. “I’m serious. The Mingyu profile did great. And I was thinking… a follow-up. Maybe something a little deeper?”
You blinked. “You want me to write about him. Again.”
Keira leaned forward. “Think about it. Not just a profile—something personal. A retrospective. How it started, where you are now. People would eat it up.”
“No,” you said, firm.
Keira blinked at your sudden shift in tone. “You sure?”
“I’m not doing that again. Not for any readership numbers or viral engagement.” You stepped past her and set your bag down. “Mingyu and I barely recovered the first time. I’m not jeopardising it just to feed the same cycle.”
Keira exhaled. “Look, I get it. But you’ve only written light pieces lately, and this would be something—”
“I said no,” you interrupted. “I’ll write something else. But I’m not writing about Mingyu again.”
Keira stared at you for a beat, then slowly nodded. “Okay. I’m not going to push.” She turned toward the door. “You’ve just never turned down something like this before.”
You smiled tightly. “Maybe that’s a good thing.”
~~
Later that evening, you stepped out of the cab just as you applied a final swipe of lip gloss. The buzz of the crowd outside the showcase venue was electric, pulsing with camera flashes and music.
“Ticket?” The security guard asked.
You froze. Your heart dropped.
“Oh no,” you muttered, scrambling through your bag. “Shit. Shit.”
The ticket was still on your desk at work.
“I left it at work,” you said to the guard. “I’m supposed to be inside.”
“Sorry, we’re at full capacity,” the guard replied. “No entry without a ticket.”
“I know, I just—let me make a call,” you muttered, stepping aside as you tried calling Mingyu. “Gyu, pick up,” you hissed. You tried again. And again. No answer.
So you sat on a nearby bench, watching the lights flicker from inside the venue. You played Candy Crush. Checked your texts. Nothing. You waited. One hour passed. Then another.
Eventually, you gave up.
~~
You trudged back to your apartment, heels clicking against the pavement, still checking your phone with every step. You looked up and stopped in your tracks.
Mingyu was sitting on your doorstep with a bouquet of roses in hand.
“What the hell?” You said, completely thrown.
Mingyu looked up at you and smiled. “Hi to you, too.”
“You’ve been here?” You asked, bewildered.
“My phone died,” he said, rising to his feet. “I couldn’t get inside. I figured if I couldn’t find you, I’d wait.”
You stared at him, silent momentarily, before unlocking the door and heading inside. Mingyu followed, still holding the flowers.
Once in your room, you kicked off your heels with a sigh. “I forgot my ticket. It’s at work. I was texting you for two hours. And the whole time, you were just... here?”
Mingyu shifted awkwardly, holding out the bouquet. “I just wanted to spend the night with you. The showcase didn’t feel right without you there.”
You sat on the bed, tired. “Keira asked me to write about you again.”
Mingyu looked at you, curious. “What did you say?”
“I told her no. I told her I couldn’t. That I wouldn’t.”
Mingyu blinked. “You… you said no?”
You nodded. “Because I couldn’t be objective. And because I wouldn’t risk hurting you again. I want us to be real, Gyu. Not words on a page.”
He smiled slowly, his entire expression softening. “So… you said no to a cover story about me because you like me too much?”
You nodded. “And because I already did that once. I want this to be real.”
Mingyu stepped closer and handed you the roses. “They’re for you. I know I missed the performance. But I meant it when I said it didn’t matter.”
You smiled, placing the bouquet on your desk. “Please tell me you didn’t fight the bouncer.”
Mingyu laughed. “Almost. But I decided not to get banned from the venue.”
You sat down beside him, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I spent the whole night wishing I could be in the crowd. But now I think… this is where I was supposed to be.”
Mingyu leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “I get you to myself now anyway.”
You turned to face him, grinning. “I’m not mad about it.”
Mingyu smirked, kissing you again—slowly this time, with no audience, no cameras, no pressure.
Just you.
Mingyu's fingers gently threaded through your hair as he leaned his forehead against yours. “You smell like overpriced lip gloss and takeout,” he murmured. You grinned. “You smell like sweat and roses.”
“I showered,” he protested.
“I know. I was complimenting the roses.”
Mingyu laughed softly, his breath ghosting over your skin. For a moment, there was nothing but the quiet hum of your apartment and the way his hand moved lazily over your back.
“So,” he finally said, his voice low, “no more writing about me?”
You shook your head, “Nnope. No more story. No more experiments. Just us.”
“And if Keira offers you a book deal tomorrow?”
“I’ll say I’m not interested… unless it’s fiction.”
Mingyu raised a brow, smirking. “So if I show up in a smutty romance novel one day, should I be flattered or worried?”
You laughed, tucking your face into his neck. “Flattered. Very flattered.” “God, I want you, but I’m so tired. Can I first just cuddle you, darling?” Mingyu
“Yes. Let me just shower first.” You said as Mingyu nodded and started to strip, “You go first.” You smiled as you headed into the bathroom.
The water beat down over your shoulders as steam curled against the shower glass. You let yourself exhale, just a little, trying to shake off the day's weight. It was warm, soothing — the kind of shower that melted tension from your bones.
Mingyu didn’t mean to look at your open laptop, but his eyes landed on a word document with a few sentences, and he couldn’t help but notice the phrase “the most unlikely encounter.” His chest tightened as his mind raced, trying not to overthink. He took a deep breath, deciding to just simply ask you. 
When you finally stepped out, wrapped in a towel and rubbing at your damp hair, you poked your head into the bedroom — and there he was, lying in your bed. You changed into a large shirt and joined him in bed. 
You immediately wrapped your legs around his waist, snuggling into him without hesitation. Mingyu’s lips curled into a fond smile. “Cute,” he murmured, brushing his nose against your forehead. You hummed contentedly, pressing a soft kiss to his chest.
“So,” Mingyu started, trying to sound casual, “are you working on anything new?” His tone was light, but there was an edge of curiosity that made you look up at him.
“No,” you replied softly, nuzzling closer. Mingyu hummed again, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling. Maybe he’d just misunderstood.
“Gyu,” you said, turning to meet his gaze, eyebrows slightly raised. “Why do you ask?”
“Just... curious.” He offered you a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Would you tell me if you were working on something new?” His voice was steady, but you could feel the subtle tension.
You smiled but faltered when he continued, “I saw your laptop earlier. Are you... writing another dating article? About me?”
You froze, heart thudding against your ribs. “You snooped?”
Mingyu’s expression shifted, jaw tightening. “No. Don’t you dare get defensive. I didn’t snoop. Your laptop was open, and I couldn’t help but see. What’s the article about?”
You sighed, trying to keep your voice steady. “It’s just a fluff piece about dating. It’s got nothing to do with us.”
“Show me,” Mingyu said, voice a little firmer. You hesitated but eventually reached for your laptop, pulling up the document. You pointed to the part he’d seen. “See? It’s just about how people can meet in unexpected ways.”
Mingyu scanned the text, his frown softening. “Oh.” He let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding, guilt flickering across his face. You shut the laptop and pushed it to the side, lying back down.
He bit his lip, clearly unsure how to navigate his own feelings. “Look, I’m sorry. I know I should trust you, but... I have a reason to doubt. I just... I didn’t want to get blindsided again.”
You didn’t respond, your back still turned to him. Mingyu hesitated before calling your name again. “Y/N?” No answer. A little louder, he tried again. “Y/N?”
You finally turned, your glare cutting right through him. “What?” you muttered, clearly still irritated.
Mingyu softened, leaning back against the headboard. “Fair enough. I deserved that. I just... I got scared. But you’re right, you promised you wouldn’t lie, and I shouldn’t have pushed you like that.” His hand reached out, hesitant, but you eventually scooted closer, crawling into his lap.
He wrapped his arms around you, holding you a little tighter than before, as if silently apologising. You huffed, the tension slowly dissipating as you rested your head on his shoulder.
Mingyu kissed the top of your head, murmuring, “I’m sorry for doubting you. I really am.”
You didn’t say anything, but the way you buried yourself deeper into his chest was enough for him to know you were ready to forgive.
“Good,” he whispered, his voice dropping. “What if I just show you how sorry I am?”
You pulled back with a smile. “I thought you were sore and drained from the showcase?”
“I was.” He leaned in to kiss you again, slower this time. “But you’re kind of a miracle cure.”
“I won’t hurt you again. I promise,” you said softly, crawling onto his lap. 
Mingyu nodded quietly at your words, his eyes lingering on your face, then trailing down your bare skin pressed against his. “You know… not to kill the mood,” he murmured, “but you’re looking insanely gorgeous, and now you look so cosy and comfy? I’ve just wanted to take you from the second I saw you.”
You didn’t answer with words. You simply rolled your hips against him, slow and deliberate, watching the sharp exhale leave his chest.
“I guess we both have our priorities in order,” you teased, pressing your lips against his neck. “Let me take care of you, Gyu. Just… let me.”
You undressed quickly and Mingyu followed suit as both your clothes hit the floor in a trail behind them, until skin met skin and nothing else remained between you two. You then got back onto the bed, this time straddling him. 
Mingyu’s breath caught. He nodded. “What—do you want to tie me up or something?”
You bit your lip, eyes gleaming with mischief as you reached for your bedside drawer. “Maybe.”
When you pulled out a pair of fluffy handcuffs, Mingyu blinked, then burst into laughter. “Oh my god, are those—?”
“I was a naughty tiger for Halloween once. Don’t ask.”
“Kinky,” he grinned, letting you cuff him to the headboard. “Very kinky.”
“You know what?” you smirked, sitting back on your heels. “Maybe you can just watch instead.”
Mingyu groaned in protest. “Wait—no. That’s just cruel. You said you’d take care of me.”
“I will, baby,” you murmured, settling between his legs with the vibrator in your hand. You spread your legs, deliberately letting him see the shine of your arousal. “Just not how you expected.”
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he rasped. “Please let me touch you.”
You leaned forward, close enough to kiss him, but didn’t. “I never pegged you for a whiny sub,” you whispered.
“Pun intended?” He muttered, breathless.
You laughed softly and straddled his lap, your lips finally brushing his. He kissed you back hungrily, groaning when you tugged his hair and slid, sliding your tongue into his mouth. Then you shifted your hips, letting your slick folds glide along his cock—slow, teasing pressure that made him writhe beneath you.
“Ah, fuck. Please, baby. Please fuck me.”
“Gladly.” You sank down onto his cock in one slow, indulgent motion, watching his eyes flutter shut. You stayed still.
“Wait—why aren’t you moving?”
You turned on the vibrator and pressed it to your clit. “Because you’ll like this.”
Mingyu whimpered. “Fuck. You’re getting so wet. You’re clenching around me—baby, please—”
You reached for his face, kissed him softly. “Don’t move. You cum when I say.”
His eyes fluttered shut, his body trembling as you moaned louder and louder. You came first, your body shaking as you clenched around him, and he gasped as if he was about to break. You slowly lifted yourself off him, undoing the cuffs with care.
“Y/N,” he whined. “Please—baby—”
You smiled and pulled him into your arms, letting him rest his head against your chest. “Lean back, Gyu,” you whispered, stroking his cock with long, slow strokes. “I’ve got you.”
His moans were soft and desperate, his hands trembling on your thighs. When you brought the vibrator to his balls, he practically cried out. “So good. So fucking good—”
You kept your strokes steady, pressing kisses to his temple as you whispered, “Cum for me.”
He unravelled in your hands with a broken moan, your name leaving his lips like a prayer. His body shook from overstimulation, but you kept stroking him gently through it all.
“Too much,” he whimpered. “Fuck, too much.”
“Want me to stop?”
He shook his head. “No. But—fuck—I’m gonna cum again—”
And he did, spilling into your hands again, eyes screwed shut, mouth slack with pleasure. You kissed his shoulder and wiped him down gently, the moment soft and hazy.
“You made me cum twice,” he breathed, blinking up at you in wonder. “You’re unreal.” 
“Tired?” You asked. 
“Mm, nope, besides I still need to make sure you fall apart the way you made me.” 
He didn’t let you think much flipping you over, and sliding his fingers into your soaked cunt. It didn’t take long, he the way he moved his fingers inside you and thumb rubbed your swollen cunt until you came again, hard, gasping his name as your body went limp.
“Gyu,” you whispered, eyes fluttering shut as he kissed your forehead before carrying you to the bathroom. 
He sat you gently on the counter, filling the tub with way too many bubbles and bath salts. You smiled, too fucked out to tease him.
“Come here,” you pouted.
Without a word, he lifted you into the warm water and slid in behind you. You turned to lay on his chest, melting into his embrace as he gently washed you. When the bath was done, he dried you off, changed the sheets, and tucked you in with a soft kiss.
“Way too much cum on those sheets,” he muttered with a smirk.
You laughed sleepily, curling into his chest. “Gyu?”
He hummed, rubbing your back.
“I love you,” you mumbled.
His heart stopped for a second, but you were already asleep.
He groaned softly and kissed your forehead. “Please let that be real,” he whispered. “Please.”
~~
The next morning, you barely noticed Mingyu’s presence behind you until his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into his warmth. His voice was low, almost sulky. “You left me alone.”
You couldn’t help but smile at his tone, still focused on scrambling eggs. “I’m making us breakfast.”
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. “Still, you’re cuddly,” he mumbled, holding you tighter, as if afraid you might slip away. You felt a gentle tug in your chest — the kind of ache that came with knowing someone wanted to hold on to you.
“Sit down, Gyu,” you whispered, squeezing his hands before nudging him towards the table. “I’ll plate this up.” He sighed dramatically but finally obliged, plopping down at the small kitchen table.
Mingyu glanced down at his grey sweats and smiled. “Glad I left these here,” he mused. “Otherwise, Joshua and Wonwoo would’ve gotten a free show.”
You smirked as you set the food in front of him. “I wouldn’t have minded.”
He shot you a look, lips curving upward despite himself. “Of course not. You can’t get enough of me.”
You shot him a playful glare before sitting down. “How do you feel?” Mingyu asked, his voice softer now, a little hesitant. “Last night was... a lot.”
A flush crept up your cheeks, and you couldn’t help but smile. “Sore, but... a good sore.”
His eyes flickered with concern. “I didn’t go too far?”
You shook your head. “No. You were perfect.”
Relief softened his features, but he didn’t touch his food, just absentmindedly pushed it around on his plate. You furrowed your brows, leaning in closer. “Gyu? Why aren’t you eating?”
He hesitated, his shoulders tensing, as if he was waging a war with himself. “Just... thinking.”
You reached out, placing a gentle hand on his. “About what?”
His fingers tightened around yours, and he looked at you with an unreadable expression. “You said something last night.”
Your stomach dropped. “What did I say?”
He pushed his plate away, his eyes fixated on the table. “You said you loved me.”
Your breath caught in your throat, and your heart pounded against your ribs. “Oh, I... it didn’t mean anything.”
Mingyu’s gaze snapped to yours, hurt flickering through his eyes. “It didn’t mean anything?”
You could feel the air between you tighten, and you winced. “I mean... I just... it was in the heat of the moment, you know?” Your voice sounded small, and you hated how unconvincing you sounded.
His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened. “No, I don’t know. I don’t know what you mean.”
Your hands were shaking, and you couldn’t meet his gaze. “I was about to say it back,” he admitted, softer now, like he was confessing a secret. “But you fell asleep. I thought... I thought I’d say it to you in the morning.”
You swallowed the lump in your throat, your heart squeezing painfully. “Isn’t it... too soon?” you whispered, trying to make sense of the turmoil in your chest.
His expression hardened. “Why? Do you need more dates to fall for me? More proof that I’m serious about you?”
Before you could answer, Joshua’s voice cut through the tension. “Hey, what’s going on? You two wouldn’t stop last night, and now you’re arguing?”
You hadn’t even realised how loud your voices had gotten. You figured Joshua probably popped into the kitchen concerned when he heard the raised voices. You gave Joshua a tight smile. “Nothing, just... a little misunderstanding.”
Mingyu scoffed bitterly, the sound sharp enough to cut. “Just like your confession, right?”
Joshua glanced between the two of you, eyebrows knitted in confusion. “What happened?”
You shook your head, forcing yourself to stay composed. “It’s nothing, Joshua.”
Joshua hesitated, clearly worried. “Okay, well... I’ll be in my room.”
Once Joshua was gone, Mingyu’s shoulders slumped, the anger melting into something raw and vulnerable. “I was ready to say it. You think I’m impulsive? Maybe I am. I take risks. I believe in just saying how I feel. But you... you’re worse. You impulsively wrote a story about me, lied to me, and I still gave you a second chance. Why? Because I’m an idiot who fell in love with you.”
His confession hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Tears pricked your eyes, and you barely managed to breathe out, “Mingyu, I—”
He shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. “I thought I’d wait until I could trust you again. But I’m starting to realise... I can’t. I can’t keep risking my heart like this. Not when I keep feeling like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
Your voice came out shaky and small. “So... that’s it?”
He took a shaky breath, struggling to keep his composure. “I think... we’re done.”
Your legs felt weak as the reality of his words sank in. “Mingyu, please—”
He looked at you one last time, his face a mixture of heartbreak and resignation. “Don’t. I’ll get my clothes and go.”
You watched helplessly as he walked to your room, your mind racing with every possible way to fix this. When he returned, he stopped in front of you, his expression softer but still pained. “Take care, okay?” He hesitated, then pressed a light, lingering kiss to your forehead before turning and walking out the door.
You barely heard Joshua come out of his room, his face etched with concern. “Y/N?”
Your voice cracked as you whispered, “I think... I just got dumped.”
Joshua wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight as you sobbed into his shoulder. “It’s okay. Just let it out,” he whispered, his hand stroking your back gently.
Later, sprawled on the couch with Joshua and Wonwoo, you numbly took a sip of wine. “Is it a record to get dumped twice by the same guy in two months?”
Wonwoo sighed, pulling the bottle from your hands. “That’s enough. You’re just making it worse.”
You pouted at him. “Why aren’t you comforting me?”
Wonwoo’s expression hardened. “Because we’ve been doing that for months, and you keep repeating the same mistakes. You keep acting without thinking, and it’s hard to feel bad for you when you won’t own up to it.”
His words stung, but deep down, you knew he wasn’t wrong.
Joshua shot him a look. “Wonwoo, that’s a bit harsh.”
“No, it’s honest. She needs to hear it.” Wonwoo crossed his arms, refusing to back down. “Y/N, you said you loved him and took it back. That’s not fair to him.”
Your hands shook as you muttered, “Since you started dating Mia, you’ve only been on his side.”
Wonwoo huffed in frustration. “It’s not about sides. It’s about being honest with you because you keep hurting yourself and him. You never take responsibility. You just run away and play the victim.”
Joshua gave you a sympathetic look, but he didn’t disagree. You couldn’t help but wonder if you were the problem all along.
You didn’t know how to respond. Your chest felt tight, and your throat burned from holding back the sob threatening to break free. The truth in Wonwoo’s words hurt, but not because they were harsh — they were just real. It was one thing to mess up repeatedly, but another to have someone you cared about lay it all out so plainly. You felt exposed, raw, and more than anything, ashamed.
Joshua glanced between you and Wonwoo, clearly uncomfortable with the tension. He reached out and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Hey. I know it feels like a lot right now, but maybe some space will help. Just... think about it, okay?”
You nodded numbly, your fingers gripping the edge of the couch. “Yeah. Maybe you’re right. I just... I don’t know what to do with myself.”
Wonwoo’s tone softened just a fraction. “Take some time. Figure out what you actually want. Stop acting on impulse and hurting the people around you.”
You couldn’t bring yourself to argue. Instead, you slowly got up, murmuring something about needing air. Neither of them stopped you. You ended up in your room, the door closed behind you, finally allowing the tears to flow freely. You felt like you couldn’t breathe — like all the air had been sucked out of your lungs. You hated feeling this way — guilty, embarrassed, so painfully aware of your own flaws.
For the next two days, you avoided everyone. You could hear the occasional muffled conversations through the walls, but you couldn’t bring yourself to face them. You couldn’t face yourself. You spent most of your time in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling or scrolling through your phone without really looking at anything.
You replayed the scene over and over in your head — the way Wonwoo’s voice had cracked just a little when he told you how hard it was to be your friend. You’d never considered that before — that you could be difficult to be around. Sure, you’d made mistakes, but it had never felt this bad, this suffocating. You wished you could rewind time, take back the careless words and the impulsive actions.
Eventually, the suffocating feeling became too much. You needed to get out, get away from the constant reminder of your mistakes. So, you decided to go home — to your family. A change of scenery, even for a little while.
Because just maybe, you thought, distance could help you all heal. 
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milesconure · 3 months ago
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I love the Teen Titans: Trouble in Tokyo movie so much, you guys have no idea. I don't remember the last time I've watched it, but today I rewatched it and had a BLAST
Here's some of my favourite stuff/scenes from the movie uwu
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Robin and Cyborg getting on each others nerves like always and also Cyborg trying to speak some sense into ekhem his spiky-head little mind, because someone freaking has to tell Robin that he doesn't have to be a superhero 24/7 (I love their dynamic btw, I need to yap about them sometime, their dynamic is my favourite one right next to Robstar)
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Robin giving Starfire a lift on his R-cycle even though she could totally just fly, probably even faster, but she just likes to spend time with him :)
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Robin giving Silkie one of his uniforms to sleep on and also petting it. It's basically that one meme "Dad doesn't want the dog. Dad and the dog after a few days"
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Yes Raven. That's totally all you need
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Beast Boy being excited about Japan and about the whole vacation stuff, look at him! He really just wants to have fun with his friends!!
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"YOUR MOTHER WAS A SALAMANDER!!!"
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Robin and Starfire spending time together and having fun!! Or at least mainly Starfire, because Robin is still in his pathetic mindset "I'm a superhero, I'm NOT allowed to have fun"
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BUT WAIT, HE'S CRACKING THAT SMILE, I LOVE HIS SOFT SMILE SO MUCH, HE'S SO IN LOVE WITH THAT GIRL
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Both of them trying to make a move, but it's DIFFICULT, especially Robin who has no idea how to manage his feelings lol
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On more serious note, I absolutely love this scene, because of one important thing. Robin saying that Starfire is his best friend and Starfire agreeing that he's her too. I'm not a huge fan of romance. Most of the time I prefer to explore other kinds of dynamics. But I always loved Robstar, because Robin and Starfire are best friends. I absolutely hate when there's this weird stuff in media where the characters become a couple and all lovey dovey, but there's barely anything there, the dynamic as a whole being freaking non existent. But here we have two characters that we've seen interact in all those season and we could see just how much they like spending time together, simply as friends. I love them your honor. They're precious :']
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BEAST BOY SINGING THE TEEN TITANS SONG ON KARAOKE SLAYYY
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Cyborg devouring everything in one damn restaurant. He has priorities alright
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Starfire being miserable and venting to some random child while her future to be boyfriend just killed someone-
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THAT SCENE? This scene is literally so epic looking, but also so unsettling. Even after finding out that it was just ink and not blood, watching this scene is always so... sad.
After watching the show it is known that Robin has huge problem with obsessing over his goals and this obsession can sometimes make him go too far. Make him HURT people around him.
Here he literally thought that he killed someone.
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ANYWAY we have some cat girls
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Robin getting new outfit and totally SLAYING
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HIS SMILE WHEN STARFIRE CAME TO SAVE HIM *slams head into the desk*
there's a damn limit, wait I need to make a second post lol
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mafiadad5 · 1 year ago
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Interminable || mark lee
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No matter how much you claim you don’t want someone, or force your feelings away, you can never hide the truth
Genre- non idol au, friends to lovers, angst, smut, fluff, slow burn
paring- mark lee x fem!reader
Warnings- heavy angst, protected sex (mdni), mentions of alcohol, sex under the influence of alcohol (consensually), heartbreak, swearing, tw- mentions of death.
Mark is green and reader is blue/ white !
Word count- 12k
Playlist- kingston - faye webster / take a chance with me - niki / intro (end of the world) - ariana grande / a new kind of love - frou frou, imogen heap, guy sigsworth / a night to remember - beabadoobee, laufey / teddy bear - nct dream / bad religion - frank ocean / hurts me too - faye webster / yume utsutsu - lamp / promise - laufey / moonlight on the river - mac demarco / love - wave to earth / only - leehi
Authors note- omg hi, so this is one of my first angst, plz tell me what you think <3 and also… sry for any spelling or grammar errors lol.
July 11th, 9:00 am- beautiful stranger
"Hi! How can I help you today?"
Was the first thing he's ever said to you, a little anticlimactic yes, but you found yourself infatuated.
This was a smoothie shop that you were trying for the first time after moving, so you took some time browsing the menu, the nameless employee asking if you needed any help with anything here and there.
"Well what's your favorite thing?" You asked, looking at him deeply for the first time.
His eyes twinkled like no other, gleaming like the evening star in the night. All you could do was stare as he spoke, taking in all of his delicate features: the way his dark brown hair laid on his forehead, the way he was so expressive as he talked, oh wait, what was he talking about again?
"That's why it's my favorite drink and the large is simply better, sorry I didn't mean to talk your head off." He giggled.
"I'll take that." You grinned softly with him, eyes lighting up as he smiled brightly.
"In a large right?"
"Mhm!"
"Great! One large watermelon smoothie for you, that’ll be 7 dollars."
Your face dropped as he punched your order in on the register. You fucking hate watermelon smoothies, the actual fruit is ok, but the texture of the smoothie you can't do it, like at all.
"Is everything okay?" He asked, looking up at you with concerning eyes.
"Yea, all good!" You forcefully smiled, pulling out your card to pay.
“All set, I’ll get that ready for you asap!” He smiled, handing back your card.
You found somewhere to sit, making yourself comfortable as you scrolled on your phone, distracted by images of his smile popping up in your head. The smoothie shop was quiet, peaceful really, you being the only customer there.
“Here you go ma’am.” You heard from beside you, knocking you out of your thoughts.
“Oh thank you, you really didn’t have to bring it to me though.” You grinned, grabbing the smoothie from him.
“No problem really, there’s no one here anyways.” He smiled back, nodding reassuringly before turning away.
“Wait!” You interrupted, tapping the side of your drink nervously.
“What’s up?” He asked. His stare made you nervous, eyes so pure it made you want to melt on the spot from looking for one second.
“I was just wondering if um, if I could have your number? You know, I’m just new to the city and I would love some people to talk to.” You asked.
Your voice was so shaky and filled with anxiety it was so easy to read your nervousness, but he didn’t mind it, he found it somewhat cute actually.
“Yes, I would love to give you my number. May I see your phone?” You nodded persistently, a small smile on your face from the relief and the excitement, handing him your phone.
“What’s your name?” He asked, dialing the number in your call pad.
“It’s Y/n, what about yours?” You said, a smile on your face as he gave the phone back.
“It’s Mark, nice to meet you Y/n.” He stuck out his hand.
His voice, his eye contact, his manners, everything about him made you blush like a little teenager in love with your high school sweetheart, and you had only exchanged a few words.
“Nice to meet you too.” You smiled, your hand meeting with his soft hand, shaking gently and slowly, his eyes locked with yours.
“Well I have to get back behind my station, I’ll talk to you later, yeah?” He said as you removed your hand from his, nodding gently, waving as he walked back behind the counter.
You decided to sit there, the vile large smoothie in front of you tasting disgustingly good now knowing who made it. You drunk awfully slow, not just because of the eye candy that worked in front of you, glancing at you and smiling on occasion, but because how the smoothie dreadfully slithered down your throat, holding in a gag every swallow, but you finished it, every last drop. God how a pretty smile could make you do anything, you hated it, but here you were.
You got up from your chair, Mark noticing you, interrupting you before you collected your trash: “Oh, I got it!”
You turned to him smiling as he quickly walked over, collecting your trash.
“Thank you Mark, I’ll see you later.”
“You’re welcome Y/n!” He beamed as you walked out the smoothie shop
You had gained three things leaving that shop: a bright smile on your face from happiness, a bittersweet hatred for large watermelon smoothies, and a new, great person in your life.
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July 11th, 10:53 pm- more than words
It had been a few hours since your first encounter with Mark, you trying to get him off your mind after the blue message you sent earlier never delivered.
You laid in your bed, staring at the ceiling as your hopes got shot down. Your phone went off beside you, but you just ignored it, trying to sulk in your feelings.
You soon got bored though so you decided to take a peek at your lock screen, jumping up as a familiar unknown number appeared in your Notification Center.
Hi y/n, don’t know if my number is saved yet, but it’s Mark from the smoothie shop.
You lied on your stomach, face lighting up as you grabbed your phone, instantly opening the message.
Oh hey, how was work lol?
It was good, other than the fact I left my phone at home, and dead… most boring double shift ever lol. How was your day after you left?
It was good, just went home and watched a movie with my roommate.
Oh cool. You said you were from a different city right?
Oh yea, actually out of the state!
Oh that’s cool, but why here. ^.^?
Just trying to explore more places, I like this place so far.
Ohh nice. Well I hope I have the pleasure of showing you around the city and making you love it :) How’d you like the smoothie?
I might take you up on that haha ;) and omg it was so delicious. Very refreshing to have after my morning runs. You’ll be seeing me a lot more in the mornings lmao.
Oh awesome, I basically work every morning so it’ll be a pleasure seeing you and making my morning a tad bit better.
You sprung up with a smile on your face, running around your room hectically. Did he really mean he what said, did you make his morning better? Your mind started flooding with a million thoughts, calming as you settled down, realizing that you never texted back. You grabbed your phone again, the message still opened as you started to text back.
Lol, well I guess I'll see you tmr then, hope to brighten up your day :)
You responded, sitting waiting for a response, 5 minutes passing, then 10, and nothing. You figured he might’ve just went to sleep, he did say he had a double shift, but you couldn’t wait to see him tomorrow and the anticipation was eating you up inside all night.
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July 12th, 9:13 am - it's a date! i think...
You were on your run, the smoothie shop on your mind the whole entire way.
Finally, you were there, Mark cleaning the counters, eyes lighting up as you walked through the doors.
"Good morning!" He excitedly said.
"Good morning!" You said in response, a bright smile on your face as you made your way to the register to order.
"Wait I made something for you." He said, grabbing the most despise-able , yet refreshingly large watermelon smoothie. You felt your eye twitch at the sight.
"You shouldn't have." You smiled, not forcefully, but you felt a hint of pain behind it.
"Ah, it's the least I could do." He said, handing you the drink , wiping the condensation of the cup on his white apron.
You didn't think you could gobble down another one of these, you almost died at the thought, but there you were, sitting down at the same table you were at yesterday, drinking the smoothie painfully slow.
"So like, have you been anywhere around here yet?" You turned to him as he finished cleaning the counters. "I've only been to like a few food places, but that's all." You answered.
“Well, I’m off next Wednesday. If you’re not busy then I can take you to like my favorite park?”
Your face lit up, did he like just ask you out on a date?
“Yes, I would love to, just text me what time.” You smiled.
“Yea for sure!”
For an hour the conversation kept on flowing, you two chatting it up while he worked, unfinished conversations floating in the air when other customers came into the shop pausing the long talks.
“Mark I’m so sorry to cut this short, but I have to get to my online class so I’ll see you later.” You smiled, a little sad because you felt like you could’ve stayed and talked to him for hours.
“No worries, I’ll text you later about plans. Have a good rest of your day Y/n!”
“You too Mark!” You said, throwing the finished cup away.
On your walk home all you could think about was Mark, yes you only knew him for like 2 days, but his impression had left a stamp on your heart. He would definitely be someone you would be interested in having a relationship with, and he seemed like he thought of you in the same manor.
While walking home, your phone vibration went off, Marks name appearing on the lock-screen.
Hey Y/n know we just talked lol, but I’m thinking maybe like 12:00pm next Wednesday? How does that sound?
You opened the text, a smile on your face as you typed quickly.
Hey Mark, sorry but I have my online class, but I can do 1pm if that’s ok?
Oh yea, that works for me, I can come to your house and we can walk to the park? That sound ok?
Yea that’s perfect!
Great, well then it’s a date! :p
It’s a date lol
It’s a date!
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July 19th, 12:55 pm - are you falling in love?
You were panicking you and your roommate running around trying to find your favorite perfume that decided to get lost at a time like this.
Hey! I’m outside, just come out whenever you’re ready I’ll be waiting :)
Fuck, you didn’t want him to just sit out there.
“I FOUND IT I FOUND IT.” Your roommate screamed, throwing you your perfume.
“Thank you you’re the best.” You grinned, rushingly spraying the perfume on your body.
“Ok I’m going now.” You said, grabbing your purse and slipping on your sneakers at the door. You rushed out the door, rushing downstairs your eyes scanning the outside, stopping on a familiar figure wearing a T-shirt, some blue jeans, and a small tote bag.
“Mark!” You shouted, causing him to turn around. Your eyes meeting his face then the two large smoothies in his hand.
You tried to keep a smile on your face, but it seemed like the watermelon smoothies had faces of their own looking at you with snarky expressions.
“Y/n!” He smiled, jogging over to you.
“Were you at the wrong complex?” You giggled, an awkward smile painting his face as he nodded.
“Maybe… oh here I got you something.” He said laughing, handing you the dreadful smoothie.
“Oh thank you.” You smiled.
“Wow my first time seeing you out of your workout clothes, I think I like these better. Not that I don’t like how you look in your workout clothes, you look amazing in your workout clothes, but I’m just, you look good now too.”
“Thank you Mark, and this is the first time I’ve ever seen you without your uniform Mr. Smoothie King. You look good too.” You giggled as he blushed.
“Ah I try my best, I guess we should walk to the park now.”
“After you.”
You guys walked to the park, which happened to only be 5 minutes away, sitting on a bench.
“I don’t know if you’re gonna like it, I should’ve asked, but I got you a ham sandwich.” You smiled taking the sandwich from him.
“I love it thank you.” You said, removing the sandwich out of the packet and taking a big bite.
You two sat on the bench for a while talking each other’s heads off, a smile on both of your faces as you chatted and laughed together for a few hours, the time passing by so fast.
“I’m starving, do you wanna grab dinner?” He said.
“Well, I mean my place is close by we can just go there and cook something really quick.”
“Oh, I would love that.” He smiled.
“Ok let me just text my roommate to make sure.” He nodded as you pulled out your phone, your roommate responding almost immediately saying you could go ahead and she was in her room anyways.
“Ok she said she’s fine we can go!” You said, standing up and grabbing his hand, pulling him up to stand with you.
For any other man, you would never let them go into your apartment this early, but you just felt so different about him, like you would trust anything he says. I guess that’s not a good thing, but for fucks sake ever since you’ve met him you’ve seen him almost everyday, and he always makes it a point to text you throughout the day and after work so you felt like at that point, you had known him long enough to trust him.
You had made it to your house, opening the door and removing your shoes, prompting him to do the same. You sat your things down near the dining table rolling up your sleeves and heading to the kitchen, and he followed right behind you.
“I was just gonna make spaghetti tonight, do you want?” You asked, getting out your pot and pans, setting them on the stove.
“I’d want anything you cook.” He laughed, a small grin appearing on your face as he stood beside you. In past conversations it has come up that you did love cooking and actually had a bachelors in culinary arts, associates in education, hence the online cooking classes you taught, so it wasn’t strange to make a comment like that, it was actually quite flattering.
“Here can you make the sausages?” You asked, handing him the already prepped meat, Mark grabbing the bowl pouring it into the pan almost immediately, causing a loud sizzling sound to erupt in the kitchen.
“MARK!?” You turned, laughing as he backed away from the pan, looking at you like a toddler getting scolded by their parent.
“Uh oh.” He said, a smile appearing on his face before you handed him a box of noodles, signaling him to cook them instead. You two stood beside each other, talking as you watched the food.
“Mark taste this.” You said, grabbing a clean spoon and scooping some of the homemade tomato sauce you made on it, holding it up to his mouth.
“Yo, this honestly may be the best spaghetti sauce I’ve ever tasted.”
You smiled, setting down the spoon, pouring the rest of the sauce with the sausages.
“Thank you.”
You finally finished cooking, plating your beautiful creation together.
“Let’s watch a movie in the living room while we eat.” You suggested, him following behind you as you took a place on the couch.
“What should we watch?” You asked.
“ What about La La Land?” He suggested.
“Stop that movie makes me cry.” You pouted playfully, a grin painting his face.
“Well if you really don’t want to then we can watch something funny, but I’ll be here to wipe your tears just saying.” He shrugged, causing you to smile, looking down, then back up at him.
“Fine.” You said, causing him to take a happy sigh of relief.
You turned on the movie, both of you guys eating while making small comments every now and then. Fortunately, you didn’t cry, but he was your shoulder to lie on during the movie, and unfortunately it was time for him to go home.
“Are you sure you can walk home by yourself, it’s dark out now?” You asked concerned, walking him to the door.
“Yes I’m good, you only stay like 10 minutes walking distance from me, I’ll send you my location if you’re that scared.”
“Ok fine” You said dragging out your words, trying to be serious, but all you could do was melt, it seemed like everything he did, everything he said was so cute and made you smile.
“Well I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” He questioned, looking at you from outside the door frame.
“Yeah, 9:00am like always!”
“Ok, bye Y/n.” He smiled, waving before turning away.
“Bye Mark.” You shut the door, turning away.
You decided to clean up before knocking on your roommates door.
“He’s gone.” You said before walking into your room, her busting in shortly after, a smile on her face.
“Girl.” She said, bouncing on your bed with a mischievous smile.
“You heard everything didn’t you?” You asked.
“I heard enough, and girl he sounds so fucking romantic I thought I was listening to a romcom.
“Ughh tell me about it, he’s so dreamy.” You smiled, face lighting up as you thought about the string of events that happened that day, your phone vibrating before your roommate could respond.
“Omg shut up he just texted me now.” You looked at her with sparkling eyes.
“What’d he say?”
➶︎ mark<3 started sharing location with you.
Hey, just wanted to text and lyk that I had such a fun time, and we should definitely do this again :) have a great night and I’ll see you tomorrow morning.
You looked at your roommate, a smile painted so brightly on your face it hurt your cheeks.
“Girl he fucking wants you oh my god.”
“He fucking wants me!” You screamed, a bright smile on your face as you ran all over your room.
“Text back text back.” Your roommate said.
I had a great time too, thank you for showing me the park <333. Have a great night mark, see you tmr!
You and your roommate just sat talking, you really seeing how deep you were in your feelings after practically bragging to her about him. You just hope he was in as deep as you.
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August 2nd, 10:35 am - surprise!
You woke up, excited to get the day started, you were even too excited to go on your morning run, putting on a simple outfit just to run errands, your first one obviously the smoothie shop.
“Happy birthday Mark!!!” You ran inside, a big smile on your face as you made your way to him. He looked up surprised, cleaning the tables, setting down his washcloth as you pulled him into a hug.
“You remembered my birthday, I thought you weren’t coming today?” He smiled as he went behind the counter, going to the register before you shook your head.
“Mark, I’m not ordering anything… but I did come to ask you for a favor.” He looked at you with questioning eyes, not responding, waiting for your favor.
“Well, my uh drawer is jammed and I really need what’s in it like tonight, my roommate isn’t there so I could use your help when you get off?”
“Oh yeah sure, I’ll head over there when I get off.” He said, a small grin on his face.
“Thanks Markie you’re the best! See you at 5. Happy birthday again!”
“Thanks.” He mumbled, going to clean again as you left. 
It’s go time.
Hey I’m otw, might be there at like 5:30 or 5:45 because I’m starving, so I’m gonna stop to get some food.
No Mark, I really need this drawer unjammed, can you plz come right away? You can get food after. plzzzzzzz :(
Alright alright, I’ll come straight there.
Yayyy!
After a few minutes you finally heard a knock on the door. You got up excitedly, making sure everything looked good before opening the door, blocking the view of the living room.
“Ok, let’s see what’s wrong with this drawer.” He said.
You let him in, a big smile on your face as he walked, eyes in shock as he looked at the decorated living room, along with the dinner and cake sitting on the dining room table.
“Surprise!”  You smiled seeing his eyes light up, looking at you, then the decorations, and back at you again.
“Yo… you really… omg I don’t even know what to say. Thank you bro oh my god no one has like ever done anything for me like this before. Thank you Y/n, you’re like the best.”
“You’re welcome Mark and Happy birthday again. Now you said you were starving so let’s eat!”
You both ate, resting on the couch after the delicious homemade chicken and rice, and cookies and cream ice cream cake.
“Do you wanna watch a movie now?” He asked.
“If you want to then we will birthday boy, but I have something for you first.” You said, pulling out a small blue gift bag.
First he pulled out the card, opening it to see a message in bright red ink, reading it in his head.
Dear Mark, I hope you have the most wonderful birthday and I’m very grateful that I could spend it with you. I hope we can spend more and more birthdays together and I want to say that I’m very grateful that I met you! 
- With love Y/n :)
He looked up at you, a smile on his face as he pulled you into a hug. “Thank you so much Y/n.” 
He pulled the other gift out the bag, jumping up out of the seat as he saw what it was.
“Y/N YOU GOT ME A LIMITED EDITION SPIDER-MAN COMIC BOOK?” His smile was so wide and full, you felt like you could climb it.
“Yo Y/n… I’m actually, oh my fucking god I… I honestly could kiss you right now oh my goodness. Thank you.” He squealed, your eyes sparkling as you looked at him.
“You’re welcome Mark. I guess we should watch Spider-Man now huh?” You giggled, pulling out the extra cushions on the couch to make more room so you both could lay down. 
You both got comfortable, watching the movie, your head on his shoulder as you both laid under the blanket. I guess you could say that you both got a little too comfortable, passing out before the movie was even over.
You woke up, unsure of what even happened and how you even got here in the first place. Mark was no where to be found, but a notification on your phone let you know his whereabouts. 
Hey, sorry to leave without saying goodbye, but you were like sleeping beauty lol. I had work and I’m for certain you’re not coming tdy so I’ll just swing by later on when I get off. Oh, and thank you so much again. I really appreciate you :D
Oh no worries, I’ll see you later, and no problem! 
You set your phone down, you couldn’t even believe how far you have gotten with him.
Seriously, your first sleepover with him, cuddled up at that. And of course you didn’t let that comment about kissing you slide, it was pretty much on your mind all night, and the moment kept repeating itself in your head, driving you almost crazy. That’s what you want more than anything, just a kiss, one kiss.
You were certain that you were almost there, but of course you didn’t want to rush things and you liked the pace of this relationship so far so I guess it is what it is right now… but it should come soon, hopefully it comes soon. 
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October 27th, 9:08 am- i think im in love.
Today was like any other day, going on your morning run, then stopping by your absolute favorite place.
"Good morning Y/n!" Mark said, smiling as he acknowledged you, sticking his head back under the counter.
"Good morning Mark!" You said, walking to the register.
"I'm a little busy right now Y/n, do you mind just waiting at your table so I can finish this?" He asked.
"Sure." You grinned, going to your normal seat, scrolling on your phone as you waited for Mark. You looked to your side, noticing him holding a large mango smoothie with a birthday candle in the cap, your eyes lighting up as you realized what was happening.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday my dearest Y/n, happy birthday to you!" He sung, bringing the smoothie over to you, his cheekbones defined as he smiled.
"You remembered?" You laughed, blowing out the candle.
"How could I forget? So, I hope you're not busy tonight because I want to do something for you at my apartment." He answered.
"Perhaps I could swing by, I'd have to check my schedule." You said sarcastically, a smirk on your face as your cheeks went hot.
"Well, stop by at 7pm if you're able to Ms. Hollywood."
"I'll see what I can do." You rolled your eyes playfully, a smile on his face as he made his way back to the smoothie counter. 
You thought about what he had planned all day. Doing random task to try to take your mind off of it, daydreaming about what it would be, what it would look like, goodness 7pm couldn't get here any quicker.
Finally it arrived, the time you anticipated for all day. You knocked on his door, waiting for a few seconds before you heard the door handle rattling, him sitting awkwardly in the door frame after he opened it. You two stared at each other for a second in silence, an awkward smile on your face as you stared at him.
“Hey.” He coughed.
“Hey, it’s cold, can I come in?” You grinned, an awkward laugh sounding from him as he let you in, shutting the door behind you.
“Surprise!” He mumbled as you stood quietly, eyes twinkling as you took in all the decorations.
The first thing you saw was a big projector screen in the living room with your favorite show ‘kitchen nightmares’ paused. Your eyes slowly observed the room to see sugar cookies and decorative frosting on the coffee table, a large box with a bow sitting next to it. You were quiet, breathless really, couldn’t even find the words to say, just staring blankly.
“Do you like it, I know it’s not much, but-”
“It’s perfect.” You interrupted, looking at him with the most glistening eyes.
He smiled condescendingly, guiding you to the dinner that was on the dining table, the homemade chicken pasta, which happened to be your favorite food.
“Mark oh my goodness.” You said, taking a seat while he grabbed some drinks from the fridge.
“Yeah, once you told me that you taught how to make it on your course, I just bought the course and learned how to perfect it.” Your eyes widened as you turned to him.
“That’s like a $150 course Mark, I could’ve just taught you.”
“Then it wouldn’t have been a surprise, would it?” He said, sitting down across from you looking at you with a smug smile.
“Plus, you’ve helped me learn how to cook too, I’ve saved so much money cooking at home.”
You nodded, taking a bite out of the food he made, your eyes widening as you grinned.
“You’re good at it too. This is delicious Mark.”
“Ah thank you man, but I learned it from you.” 
You guys finished eating, and started decorating the cookies together, the show playing in the background, but Mark rushed you two, hesitant about you opening up your gift.
“Fine, I’ll open it.” You said, grabbing the card off the box, opening it, a nice purple hand written note on the card. You read it slowly, taking in every word.
Dear Y/n, there’s so much I want to say, but I don’t think words could explain it, and I know I’m probably harassing you about this present right now aren’t I haha? But it’s only because I want to show how much I care about you. Im so glad that we met and I hope you have the best birthday and many more after that.
- Love Mark
“Aw thank you Mark.” You said, pulling him into a hug before you grabbed the box, opening it slowly. He sat there a huge smile on his face, breathing deeply, looking at you with anticipated eyes, his leg bouncing as your eyes widened.
“MARK NO YOU DIDNT, SHUT THE FUCK UP.” You screamed, pulling the pot and pan set out of the box, looking up at him, mouth wide as you looked back at the box.
“Mark this set goes for like 400 dollars- Mark I can’t- Mark how did you- nobody has done anything like this for me before.” You spoke, each sentence shortening with hiccups as your eyes started tearing up. 
“It didn’t take me long to save up for, and it’s the least I could do for messing up one of your pans.” He said.
“The most you should’ve done is get a cheaper pan.” You wiped your tears with your hands, looking at the box again wondering it was all just a dream.
“The amount of times you’ve forced me to binge Hell’s Kitchen with you, you really thought I wasn’t gonna get you your favorite chefs pots and pans set that you talk about all the time?”
“No.” You snuffled, vision blurry.
“Well you deserve it Y/n, happy birthday!” He smiled brightly.
“Thank you so much Mark.” You smiled, blinking quickly trying to stop your tears, pulling him into a hug. 
“You’re welcome Y/n.”
You didn’t know what love felt like. Always used your whole life, taken for granted. Doing everything yourself with no help, no one to call on, but now you knew, you knew it for sure, you were in love.
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February 14th, 9:10 am- a night to remember.
After complaining to Mark about how you've never had a valentines, he suggested that he'd be it this year, and of course you agreed. He told you not to stop by the smoothie shop, or even go on your run today, but to stay and pamper yourself before your going out later the night.
You better not be up running right now.
I was sleep actually before your loud notification woke me up -.-
Oh sorry... go back to sleep •.•
You giggled at the message, obviously you were already up, you were too excited not to be. He said that he planned to take you to a fancy restaurant, then just to go back to his apartment and bake cookies, watch movies, little things like that, but no matter what you do, no matter how cheap, you still were so excited. This was your first Valentine, and your biggest crush. 
The time passed fairly quickly as you prepped yourself for what you thought was going to be the best night of your life. You slipped on your red dress and black heels, soon hearing a knock at your door.
Excitedly you rushed to the door, opening it to see Mark in a white button down shirt and black slacks— and god his scent hit you like a speeding car.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.��� He smiled, a bouquet of roses in his hand.
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” You responded, your lips turning into a smile, cheeks hurting from smiling so hard as he handed you the flowers.
“You look good.” He spoke, clearing his throat, an awkward smile painting his face.
“Thank you, I could say the same about you.” You said, smiling brightly as you sat down your flowers, grabbing your purse and a red gift bag before turning to him again.
“This is for you.” You said, handing him the gift bag, a grin on his face as he accepted it.
“Let’s open our gifts later together, ok?” He said.
You nodded, closing the door behind you. 
The dinner was very much delicious, and you two had a great time baking cookies. It was a little bit messy, just because you both were a bit tipsy, well… very tipsy, but it was fun nevertheless.
“Mark let’s open our gifts.” You giggled, as he nodded, grabbing his small gift bag.
He grabbed his gift first, pulling it out and examining it.
“You told me that you wanted to learn how to cook more meals when im not around, and I can’t have you buying my courses again, so I just made you a homemade cookbook— with like only foods that we make together, the ones nobody else has.” You smiled infectiously, Mark feeling a smile curling on his lips just from looking at yours.
“Thank you Y/n, I love it.” He smiled genuinely, handing you the small bag that he had in his hands. You opened it slowly, taking out a small black velvet box.
You looked up at him, an impatient look glimmering in his eyes as you opened it slowly, a beautiful silver diamond necklace sparkling in your eyes.
“Well damn, maybe I should’ve gotten you a better gift.” You giggled, still a little taken aback.
He laughed in response, inching closer to you.
“Do you like it?” He asked, eyes burning into your face for some kind of approval.
“Like it? I love it.” You said, eyes sparkling as you looked up at him.
“Can you help me put it on?” You said, removing the necklace from the box, handing it to mark.
You turned around, lifting up your hair, the necklace wrapping around your neck nicely. His hands rubbing against your skin as he fastened the jewelry. You turned around, your bodies close, Mark looking at the necklace as it sparkled on your skin.
“It’s beautiful.” He murmured, looking at you with a smile, but all you could do was stare— stare deeply into his eyes, god you just wanted to taste him so bad.
Your stares remained interlocked, no one breaking the eye contact, no one saying anything either.
So you did it, leaning in and finally taking his lips onto yours. It wasn’t as magical as you thought though, in all honesty it seemed like it wasn’t even reciprocated.
You broke the kiss, an awkward silence shattering around you as he just stood staring at you.
“I’m- I’m sorry.” You stuttered, breaking the silence.
Your eyes burned from holding back the tears that wanted to desperately be let out, you turning and walking away to avoid it— thinking about how your walk home would be, how you would cry deeply regretting how you ruined the day that was supposed to be perfect, but that all got interrupted as you felt a tight grasp on your wrist, turning you back around, a silent tension surrounding the two of you once again.
You looked at him with glossy eyes, a million thoughts rushing around in your brain, but your mind went blank again as his lips crashed back onto yours.
Your shoulders dropped, letting go of all the tension in your body as his hand found your face, pulling you deeper into the kiss.
The kiss grew deeper as you wrapped your hands around his neck, his free hand wrapping around your body, slowly backing you into his room, not breaking the kiss once.
His hands found the zipper of your dress, slowly pulling it down, slipping you out of the tight fabric, you pulling him out of his shirt shortly after.
There were no words exchanged, only heavy breathing as you two kissed passionately, tongues exploring each other’s mouths as he pushed you onto his bed.
You sat there, chest heaving up and down as you looked at him pull a condom out of his nightstand, eyes lighting up as you came to your senses about what was really going on.
He pulled down his pants and underwear, ripping the plastic to the condom with his teeth, wrapping it around himself before getting on top of you.
He planted another messy kiss on your lips before pulling down your underwear, lining up his tip to your aching hole.
You breathed heavily in anticipation, you practically have dreamt of this moment. He looked at you once more for reassurance before pushing himself into you. You let out a gasp, your walls wrapping tightly around him. He started to thrust at a slow pace, making sure you were comfortable before speeding up.
Your skin flushed as you squirmed under him, beautiful sounds of lust filling the room as his head rested on your shoulder, face nuzzling into your neck.
Loud moans filled the room as your bodies pressed into each others as he thrusted even faster, letting out moans and curses as your walls sucked him in.
You wrapped your hand around his bare back, scratching and itching at his bare skin as your bodies thrashed together.
“Fuck I’m almost there.” You whimpered out, clenching around him, breath hitching causing him to let out a low moan into your neck.
“Me too Y/n.” He moaned, desperately thrusting.
His hands found your arms, removing them from his back and holding onto them tightly, fingers interlocking with yours as his thrust became messier and messier by the second.
“Fuck I’m coming.” He cried out, your legs shaking in sync as he forced himself to do a few more aimless thrust, both of you moaning loudly as he rode out your highs.
The room filled with heavy breathy, you sitting there silently trying to fathom what even just happened. 
You two got cleaned up and went to sleep right after, well he did.
You couldn’t sleep though, the realization struck a cord in your brain, your mind racing from the thought that he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him, it was obviously so exciting.
You couldn’t wait to wake up together— wake up together knowing that he was yours and you were his.
You wonder what that conversation would sound like, what the moment would feel like when you two could finally call each other boyfriend and girlfriend, it had your cheeks growing warm. I guess you could say it was the best night of your life.
You shut your eyes, vivid pictures of him filled the dark void until you finally found yourself asleep.
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February 15th, 11:25 am - he loves me, he loves me not.
You woke up, Mark sleeping soundly beside you, smiling strongly as you realized it really wasn’t a dream.
You hopped up excitedly, going to his kitchen to prepare some breakfast for the both of you, Mark waking up shortly before the food was ready.
“Good morning.” He said, taking a seat at the dining table.
“Good morning.” You smiled, plating the food and bringing it to him, taking a seat across from him.
You two sat awkwardly, Mark avoiding eye contact as he ate his food. You couldn’t wait any longer, couldn’t just sit around and wait till he brought up the topic.
You were so curious as to what you guys were now— and you weren’t going to technically ask him out, but you just wanted some clarity, just wanted to hear him say that you were more than friends, so you took a deep breath interrupting the silence: “Mark, I have a question.”
He looked at you, his eyes looking into yours as if he knew what was coming.
“What’s up?” He said, moving the food around on his plate with his fork.
“What- what are we?” You asked, titling your head, looking at him, but only being returned with broken eye contact.
He chewed his food silently, his body shifting in his chair. He looked back up at you, playing with his food once again, the fork scrapping on the plate somehow louder than the silence that surrounded the both of you.
“Well, we’re friends, aren’t we?” He swallowed, looking at you with a slight frown on his face.
“You don’t wanna be more than that though?” You asked, speaking softly as you innocently glanced at him.
He held his breath, looking everywhere except for your eyes as he answered agonizingly slow, and quietly: “No, not really.”
You felt your heart shatter as he still avoided eye contact, a million thoughts flooding your mind as you bit your lip.
“So why did you- why did we do that last night?” You asked.
“Well, I thought it was a friend thing, just us being tipsy.” He finally looked into your eyes, his answer only making your heart shrink smaller.
You held your composure well, but he noticed the subtlest shift in your eyelids along with the gloss that coated your eyes.
“Friends don’t fuck, or use each other when they’re horny and drunk ” You spat out, growing less patient of his answers by the second.
“Well, you kissed me first- I didn’t know what to do.” He shrugged, voice going a few octaves higher.
“The kiss where I apologized after I thought it wasn’t reciprocated? The kiss where you fucking pulled me back when I was trying to leave? That kiss Mark?” Anger spurred inside you as your voice grew more and more aggressive.
He grew quiet, silence filling the room once again as he looked at you with eyes full of pity— it drove you almost insane.
“Fuck this.” You said, storming to his room to grab any of your belongings.
“I didn’t wanna lose you Y/n.” He said, rushing after you.
“Oh so you decided to lead me on for what- fucking months? You thought that would’ve kept me here Mark? Flirting with me, watching me fall in love with you, then rejecting me and blaming it on me kissing you- AFTER I APOLOGIZED AND LITERALLY TRIED TO LEAVE? Not losing me was the last thing on your mind.” You picked up the remaining items, stuffing your bag rushingly.
“You- you fell in love with me?” He mumbled, standing in the doorway looking at you in sorrow.
“Yes Mark, I fell love you. I fell in love with your eyes, your smile, your fucking everything, and I thought you felt the same way about me, but obviously I’m nothing but a pity party to you.” You looked at him, tears finally spurring from your eyes as you started to break down from his silence.
“Fucking say something.” You said in a painful whisper.
“What do you want me to say? Do you want me to lie and say I love you? I can’t lie to you like that Y/n, you deserve better than that.” Your eyes winced in pain as you stared at him silently.
“Wait no Y/n, that’s not what I meant, I do love you, you’re my best friend I love you a lot, but-”
You interrupted him, grabbing your bag and walking to the door where he was standing, removing your necklace.
“Stop Y/n, I didn’t mean it like that.” He spoke in deep sympathy and guilt.
“You looked me directly in my eyes when you said that, you meant every word. I hope you’re happy.”
Your last words almost squeaked out as your throat tightened, tears streaming down your hot cheeks as you handed him back the necklace.
“Please Y/n, stay— so we can talk about it.” He spoke lightly, blocking the doorway.
You could hear he was being genuine, but you didn’t care at that point. 
“There’s nothing to talk about, move Mark.”
“Y/n-”
“move.” You spoke sternly, all he could do was move out of the way and watch as the person he cared for the most walk out his life.
The walk home has probably been the worst and most embarrassing one ever. Your vision blurry as tears violently streamed down your face, wailing as the scene played over and over in your head. You thought he was different, but you guess everyone was the same. You promised to yourself that night that you will never ever deal with that ever again, and no matter what you’re done with him.
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February 21st, 9:47pm- please, I love you.
It had been a week since the incident, and to say that you were exhausted was an understatement.
You were more numb than anything right now, finding a new route to run so you didn’t have to run into the smoothie shop, avoiding places that you were most likely to run into each other at, trying to forget about the incident, forget about him— but oh no he didn’t let you.
He would send messages every day, every hour, and it drove you almost insane, but for some reason you couldn’t block him, and deleting his number out of impulse didn’t do anything. 
Good morning, I hope you’re doing ok, again I’m so sorry.
You bet he is…
Hey, can we please talk?
Nope.
Plz just respond and tell me you’re okay.
Did he really think you were? 
You can be mad at me, you can hate me, but please let me apologize in person
Ugh, for someone who wasn’t in love with you, he would not leave you alone. 
But you would just ignore it, leave him on delivered for hours, opening the message when you felt like it. Sometimes you would even act like you were responding to the message when you felt him watching your text bubble, just to mess with him— you deserved to fuck around with him after all.
One day you got another message.  
 I’m outside, please come out, I’ll wait for hours if I have to. 
Was he serious, this was starting to get obsessive. Why couldn’t he just take the hint. 
You did what you always did, left him on read, and went on about your business, but 30 minutes later you were curious about if he was actually still waiting.
After beating yourself up for caring so much you decided to check his location, and there he was, sitting in the same place. You sat there for a minute, contemplating if you should go out— for goodness sakes it was like 40 degrees outside so this was some serious commitment on his part, plus this could be a good way to get rid of him, right? 
Right…
You grabbed your coat and slipped on your boots, making your way outside to where he was sitting. He jolted up, eyes widening from the fact that you did come outside.
He stood up, trying to hand you a flower.
“I don’t want it.” You declined, shaking your head before sitting on the bench. He nodded his head understandingly.
“How are you?” He asked, sitting beside you on the bench.
“What do you have to say?” You replied curtly, looking forward to avoid his gaze on you. You knew if you looked at him in his sorry eyes you might’ve just folded right then.
“Well, I just want to say that I’m so sorry Y/n. I truly am. I never meant to hurt you and I’m so stupid for leading you on, and making you feel like you mean so little to me. I- I guess I was just scared to lose you, which I know is not an excuse and I’m very sorry. I love and care for you a lot ok. You deserve so much more than what I gave you, and I’m so sorry that I didn’t act that way. I should’ve told you that I didn’t want a relationship from the jump and I’m so sorry that I’m realizing that now when it’s too late. You’re my best friend and by your side is where I’m meant to be. You have the right to be selfish and I know that I don’t deserve someone as amazing as you, but please, please just give me one more chance. I care about you so much and I need you in my life. Please.”
You sat there, a tear rolling down your cold, numb cheeks.
You didn’t want to trust him again, and you’ve said this before and it went terribly wrong, but no one has ever done or said anything to you like this before.
“Mark, listen.” You gulped down the sadness that lingered in your throat and began to speak clearly.
“I love you more than anything, and I would be willing to forgive, but do you realize how embarrassing this is? To be rejected like that— to be told those words, those excuses, and take you back, even as a friend this quickly, this fast. Sorry, but I would have no self respect for that. So that being said, I have to think about this.”
You paused, turning to him.
“But you have to leave me alone, you have to let me figure this out myself. I feel grateful that you feel pity and that you feel enough remorse to be here right now on a cold winter night, but you have to give me space, do you understand me? I need space from you.” 
“I understand. I’ll give you space.” He said nodding, looking at you with a frown on his face.
“Anything else?” You asked, standing up as he shook his head no, grabbing your wrist before walking off.
“Thank you, for coming out and talking.”
You said nothing, only nodding in response, pulling his fingers off your wrist, walking back up to your apartment.
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February 28th, 8:36 pm- forgiveness, could you imagine?
It had been about a week since you and Mark talked, and trust it was the most confusing week.
You didn’t know whether to be sad, happy, or relieved.
Didn’t know if you would forgive, or just forget and move on.
He respected your wishes, no more annoying text anymore, but that didn’t make you feel good— and honestly made you think about him more, worried about if he was ok or not.
You knew it was bad, and you knew he didn’t even deserve to be thought about right now, but you cared for him and you couldn’t deny that.
So… after sitting for hours, thinking, you decided to forgive. 
Hey, I wanted to reach out so I wouldn’t leave you hanging on the matter, even tho you deserve it lol. Anyways, I just wanted to say that I decided to forgive you and would like to continue on as friends. I will never forget this and will take every comment you make seriously and correct you if I think something is misleading. It might not go back to the way it was right away, so don’t force it. And I guess that being said, I’ll see you tomorrow morning during my run.
Thank you so much Y/n, I really appreciate it, and I’ll try my best to be the best friend to you ever. I’ll try not to cross any boundaries and take your feelings deeply into consideration. I’ll see you tomorrow :)
So, I guess you broke your promise. You honestly just wanted your friend back, and even though you’re heartbroken, you still love him. This is your problem actually, too nice for this world, always forgiving, but you would work on that later, but right now you had to deal and learn from it. You know it sounds stupid, but even though he’s the one that broke your heart, he’s also the one who gave you a shoulder to lie on while you cry to him about it, so you’ll be okay. The things you would do for love. 
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May 16th, 9:00 am - for me.
I had been 3 months since the whole incident happened between you and Mark. After a while you got tired of correcting his comments, and got the hint that was just being nice, so you let it go, along with your feelings for him. Basically, everything was back to normal, but he was way more— how do you say? Kinder, which seemed impossible given the fact of how your friendship has always been, but now it was very noticeable. You just chopped it up to him wanting to proof himself to you, and redeem himself from… past situations.
Unfortunately you had to break some bad news to him though.
Hey, can we meet at the park?
Yea sure, is everything ok?
You didn’t respond. 
You two were sitting on the bench that shared so much history, talking and getting off track per usual, but you finally had to spill the news. 
“Mark, I’m-” You took a deep breath, turning to your body towards him. 
“Mark I’m moving back home.” You said, Marks eyes glistening a mournful sparkle as he heard the words come out your mouth.
“W-why?” He asked, voice cracked a little as he stared at you. 
“Well, my mom is dead ok. And I- I feel like I’ve messed everything up and I need to go back to find myself, like find myself fully and heal instead of running away from my problems.” Your voice was confident, yet stuttered as you spoke. 
“When did your mom die, why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, voice curious and worried. 
“Shit I didn’t even know she died until a week ago. I feel like even though we didn’t have a good relationship, I could’ve at least been there you know, not just for my mom, but for my whole family.” 
“I understand, and I’m so proud of you for trying to heal and be the bigger person, even though your family wasn’t the bigger person for you. When do you leave?” He asked.
You took another deep breath, biting your lip. “Next week.” 
“That soon!?” He said, his voice clamorous. 
“That soon… but let’s make this last week fun, and memorable and not mourn about it, ok?” 
“Ok.” He nodded. 
You both just sat in silence as you let the date sink in.
You claimed that you wanted to heal, and that you couldn’t stop running away from your problems, but here you were— running away from your biggest one. You thought that you wanted to keep in contact when you left, but in all honesty, you weren’t so sure. But you guess time would tell.
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May 20th, 2:00 pm - this is goodbye
So here it is, your last hangout, the last time you would probably see him for a while, and it was memorable— you guess?
You two decided to go to an amusement park, and then the aquarium. You were having a great time, but you kept noticing his stares, exchanging glances every once in a while, it was very weird. 
“What?” You kept asking, his eyes widening in, obviously forceful confusion and innocence.
“Nothing, nothing. Nothing at all man.” He would respond each time, shrugging his shoulders. 
You were in the aquarium, holding the stuff animal that he bought you tightly in your arms. 
“Y/n, I have to tell you something.”  He spoke, clearing his throat. 
“What’s up?” You turned to him, a wide smile on your face as you looked him in the eyes. 
“I um-” he paused, gulping and biting his lip nervously as you stared at him with curious eyes.  
“I just wanted to say that I’m gonna miss you and I hope we stay close.” He smiled, sticking his thumb up awkwardly.
“Aww me too Mark.” You smiled in return, pulling him into a hug.
Finally you were back to your apartment after a long, but fun day with him. He wanted you to come over so he could prepare some dinner for you, but you knew that you were going to be exhausted tomorrow from the move so you respectfully declined, letting him know that you needed rest. 
“Well, I guess this is goodbye then huh?” You said, a bittersweet smile on your face as you looked at his gleaming eyes.
“I guess it is. You’ll visit right?” He questioned.
“Of course I will, and you can come visit me whenever you want too. There’s a lake nearby that I think you’d love.” You smiled.  
“Ok, I’ll definitely visit for sure.” He nodded. A comforting silence surrounding the two of you as you just stared at each other.
“Well, I have to get going.” You said, breaking the silence, a grin on your face. 
“Ok. I’ll see you later… bye y/n!” 
“Bye Mark!” You smiled, turning away to walk to your apartment, looking behind you once more, a smile on his face as he waved.
You never thought that your story would end this soon. Even, though— or, if you, remained friends, you knew it would never be the same no matter how much you visit or text each other, but that’s okay, you were fine with it… right?
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May 21st, 8:36 pm - I’m home.
Hey, just checking to see if you got there smoothly?
Yep, all moved in lol
Great I’m glad, I’ll definitely be coming soon;) but anyways, I’ll let you get some rest. Talk to you later
Talk to you later :)
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May 21st, 12:23 am - hate me forever.
❥ 1 new voice message from - mark
I know you might hate me forever after this, but I was thinking about it and it’s best if I just told you. You’ve been nothing but kind to me and it seems like all I do is fuck your life over, but Ive gotten it all wrong anyways, so I might as well confess now. Fuck Y/n, I think- I think I’m in love with you. You’re going to be so pissed off with me and I was about to tell you yesterday before you left, but you looked so happy and I didn’t wanna ruin it with my own personal feelings like I always do. I thought I didn’t want to be with you, I thought I never would want to be with anyone ever, but you made me realize that I do and I feel like there was a reason that I kissed you, tipsy or not. Well I did more than just kiss you, but nevermind that. Sorry. I don’t know why I said that sorry. Anyways sorry, I um dude I’m actually like, this is like frustrating, but I hope that we can still be close even though we don’t live near each other anymore. And yeah, I thought to tell you this so you could reject me and get your revenge you know? Sorry I don’t know why I said that either- sorry for saying that- whyd I- anyways, man I just- ok turn this off actually, but I- I love you Y/n and I hope we stay close, wait dude didn’t I just say that? I don’t know anymore man ok bye- love you- bye.
Don’t listen to that I was drunk :/
Getting drunk the day I leave, miss me already? ;)
Ha you’re funny. Don’t listen tho seriously
Ok fine I won’t .-.
What the fuck.
You obviously listened to it, the first thing you heard in the morning and all you could do was sit in your bed shocked.
You never thought this day would ever come, nor prepared yourself for it.
There was nothing you could do, he fumbled, and you had lost feelings. That was his fault sorry not sorry, but as the week went on you could only think about that message.
It ran through your mind over and over again, and the more you thought about, the more you wanted him.
No matter how much you tried to force your feelings away and tell yourself that you didn’t have them anymore, you can never deny love you feel for someone else, never. 
You loved Mark, and you needed to talk to him.
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May 30th, 8:00 pm - we can't be friends.
It had been about a week after the voice message, and you tried to ignore everything. Tried to ignore your feelings, your families nagging and constant toxicity, and tried to ignore him running through your mind. You both haven’t talked since then, I guess he was too guilty to even try and you just let it go.
“Y/n, there’s someone here for you.” You heard screaming from downstairs. 
Your brows furrowed in curiosity as you made your way downstairs. 
You went to the front door, opening it to see Mark standing there. Your eyes widening as he stood at the door with a cheeky smile. 
“Mark what are you doing here!?” You asked, slipping on your sandals and walking outside, shutting the door behind you.
“I told you I would come soon.” He smiled. 
“How did you even find my address?” Your forehead crinkled as you looked at him with questioning eyes. 
“We share locations.” He answered quickly, swirls of passion in his eyes. 
“Mark, that’s like- kinda weird.” You answered, a chuckle escaping your lips as he scratched the back of his head.
“Man, I just be checking sometimes, just to make sure you’re ok. Now can you show me this lake that you talked about, it’s all that’s been running through my mind.” 
“Yes mark I can show you the lake.” You said, grabbing a blanket and your phone. 
You two sat at the lake, watching the sunset, talking like you haven’t seen each other for months.
As you two talked, him confessing kept crossing your mind, really it was all that you could think of actually.
You didn’t know if you should just leave it alone like he did, tell him that you knew and that it was ok, or just tell him you like him first to see if he says anything.
You honestly didn’t know how it would affect the relationship between the two of you, but you just wanted to say something at least, and you weren’t upset like he thought. 
“Mark.” You begun, swallowing the anxiety that crawled up your chest into your throat. 
He didn’t even respond, just looked at you blankly, his eyes hinting a bit of worry. 
“I listened to the voice message.” You mumbled. 
His face dropped, ears turning red as he opened his mouth to say something, lip quivering as the words got stuck.
You could feel his heart race even though you weren’t even touching him. He paused for a second, then his voice sounded in fast and high pitch words. 
“Y/n, I’m seriously like so sorry. I know that had to be confusing and I honestly wish that I deleted it before you listened dude, swear. You did not deserve to be tangled up in my feelings-” 
“Don’t worry, it’s mutual.” You interrupted. 
“And I just- wait what?” He paused, looking at you with confusion in his eyes, but a bit a relief in his voice.
“It’s mutual.” You nodded, just as surprised of your words as Mark at that point. 
“But I thought you stopped liking me?” His said, his voice sounding flabbergasted. Eyes twinkling as he looked into yours. 
“I did, but I never stopped loving you, and I guess that counts right?” You said, a small grin on your face as his face lit up. 
“So- so would you be with me? Would you be my girlfriend Y/n?” He asked, turning to you, voice high pitched and excited as his eyes went brighter and wide. 
“I would… if you promise to never leave me alone, if you promise to always be there with and for me?” You answered, eyes sparkling as a smile crept on your face from just looking at him. 
“I promise Y/n. I’m not letting you go again. I want us to be together forever if it’s possible.” He spoke, scooting closer to you and grabbing your hands, holding them tightly. 
“Ok, well then- I would love to be your girlfriend Mark.” Your cheeks hurt as you smiled strongly, your words full of warmth. 
“But wait, there’s something we’re forgetting.” He paused, you humming in response as he grabbed something from his coat pocket. 
He held up the shimmering diamond necklace, your eyes sparking as you looked at it with a smile. 
“Do you just carry that around with you? That’s weird.” You asked, giggling to yourself. 
“Call me what you want bro, but it’s yours.” 
He smiled, signaling you to turn around so he could put it on you. 
“Wow this is so excited I could just kiss you.” He squealed as you turned around.
You raised your eyebrows, a smirk painting your face as you starred at him. He blinked quickly, a smirk appearing on his face shortly after yours. 
“Can I kiss you?” He asked, cheekbones defined from blushing. 
“Yes. You can kiss me.” You responded, nodding as your cheeks grew warm as the smile on your face began to hurt from how big it was. 
He smiled, grabbing your face and pulling it to his, looking at your eyes before leaning in.  The taste was familiar, yet so much sweeter. You wrapped your hands around his neck, pulling him even closer to you, lips not leaving each others. 
Now this is what you could call magical— no regrets, no alcohol, just love. 
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July 7th, 9:38 am. - my darling.
“Happy one year- meetiversary?” He spoke. 
You giggled, meeting him at the counter, giving him a kiss on the cheek as he handed you a mango smoothie.
“Whatever happened to the watermelon ones?” You asked. 
You were relieved for sure, but still curious because after your birthday he stopped giving them to you. 
“I thought you didn’t like them?” He asked, his eyebrow raised as he titled his head. 
“Did I tell you that?” You paused, looking at him with confused eyes. 
“No, but I could tell from like the first day I gave you one.” 
“So if you could tell I didn’t like it, why’d you keep making them for me?” You questioned, head titling. 
“Oh I just wanted to mess with you, see how long it would take for you to crack, but you didn’t, surprisingly.” He said, a smirk appearing on his face.
“So why Mangos now?” You raised your eyebrow questionably. 
“It’s your favorite fruit.” 
“How do you know that?” 
“Y/n It was in your 4 hour cooking course. You mentioned how it was your favorite fruit.” He answered, you nodding in response understandably before tilting your head once again. 
“But you bought the one with my favorite meal, the 2 hour one?” You said, causing his lips to curl into a smile.
“Oops.” 
You hit him playfully, scolding him about not buying your classes anymore and that you were right there to teach him, but he never listened regardless so you stopped wasting your breath. 
You two were long distance for a tad bit, but he finally convinced you to come back so you could be closer again, and trust you took it deeply into consideration after you kept getting in fights with your family when you moved back home. So you’re back.
Sometimes you just sit and think about what if you never moved in the first place. How would your life be? Nevermind that, you just felt grateful to have him and he felt the same about you. It’s been a year since you and Mark have met, and to say that it’s been an emotional rollercoaster was an understatement. Your connection was for sure a journey, and every step of the way, no matter if it was sad or happy, it brought the two of you where you meant to be— together. 
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September 15th, 5:39 pm (5 years later) - I’ll never let you go.
Sorry to bother you on your run, but do you think you can pick her up some diapers otw home?
Delivered at 8:30 am
Y/n omg she’s crying so hard, she misses her mom, come back soon :(
Delivered at 9:30 am
Sorry, I’ll leave you alone, but I’m telling the truth about her crying.
Delivered at 9:31 am
Y/n, it’s been an hour, where are you? Why is your location off?
Delivered at 10:42 am
Y/n where are you? I’m becoming very upset, text back. 
Delivered at 12:38 pm
baby, are you okay? Why aren’t you picking up my calls?
Delivered at 2:09 pm
Did I do something to upset you? I’m sorry if I did, plz come home so we could talk about it. 
Delivered at 5:00 pm
About 30 minutes, I got a call that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Hello is this the husband of Y/n L/n?”
You always told me that you would list me first for your emergency contacts, but I didn’t think anything of it. 
“I’m sorry to inform you, but she was involved in a very bad hit and run car accident. Please come down here as soon as possible so we can discuss the matter with you.” 
My heart trembled at the call, I couldn’t even stand straight.
Your long time friend, your roommate met me at the hospital, taking our baby girl out of my hands before I went into the hospital room, hands shaking every step of the way to you.
When I saw you, my heart sunk, it had to have been a nightmare, no way this was real.
I couldn’t even make it fully in the room before turning and walking out the door. Screaming, tears streaming down my face as I tried to find who did this to you. Thank god our baby was there, gave me a reason to not find him and kill him myself.
The doctors helped me calm down and I finally walked in fully, trying to hold my composure as I got closer to you.
They had you hooked up to all this complicated equipment, but all I could see was you.
I took a seat by your side, tears falling from my eyes as the doctors gave me a minute to spend with you quietly. 
“She’s brain dead. The impact of the car sent her into cardiac arrest and the impact from the fall added severe damages to her brain”
I heard that from beside me, a sorrowed voice that just sunk into my brain, carving the words harshly into my heart.
My eyes shut as I wrapped my hand around yours.
You were cold, and that only made my heart shatter more.
“Is there anyway she’ll wake up? Anything?”
I tried to speak, but my voice cracked and squeaked as I saw the doctor’s forcefully cold expression, sympathy in his eyes as he shook his head. 
“I’m sorry, but there’s really nothing we can do but pull the plug, but that’s a decision for you Mr. Lee.” 
Tears were in my eyes, my face focused as I stared at you. I was in my right mind— I think, but I couldn’t help my emotions that began to flow out. 
“Can- can she feel anything?”
I asked, my voice cracked as I looked at your face.
No matter how cut up it was you still looked so beautiful. 
“No.” The doctor spoke. 
“So then, I guess that’s the only thing to do right?”
I mumbled, small hiccups escaping my throat as the doctor nodded in agreement, leaving me in the room with you alone for a few more minutes. 
I felt numb when I heard that long agonizing beep, couldn’t feel anything but tickling tears rolling down my cheek as I looked at your face.
I could hear faint sounds of your roommate crying, along with our babies cries ringing in my ear, but I couldn’t do anything— I couldn’t move, I couldn’t talk, I was shattered. 
I love you y/n. I will love you forever, and the day that I die, I’ll look for you, and only you.
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May 30th, 6:46 pm (4 years later) - interminable
Happy anniversary y/n
it’s been 9 years since I asked to be your boyfriend haha time flies so fast doesn’t it?
Oh, our precious baby girl is 5 years old now, whatttt.
She loves you so much, always ask for stories about her mom, wants to be a chef just like you. 
It’s funny because guess what? she hates watermelon smoothies too. She tried to lie, but I saw it in her face. Reminds you of someone huh? 
Yk I still remember laughing to myself every time I gave you those smoothies, you tried so hard to act like it was good, but I could tell.
I still listen to your voice messages, the ones you always told me that your laugh sounded ugly, remember? Well I think it sounds beautiful, your laugh never fails to crack me up. 
Oh and guess what? I have a surprise. Are you ready? you’re gonna be so happy.
I met Gordon Ramsey! Are you jealous lol? Don’t worry I bragged to him about you, he said you sounded lovely. It always amazes me how talented you are.
I know you’re smiling so hard aren’t you? You wouldn’t leave me for Gordon Ramsey right?
Wait also before you get mad at me, of course I still have the cookbook
And yes I still cook every recipe out of that book, even the one with the sauce that always made me fart, god you hated that one. 
I still think about you everyday 
And I still miss you so much
Like really really miss you. 
Y/n, I really really really fucking miss you 
And I still love you, I will never stop loving you. 
Happy anniversary.
I love you too Mark, happy anniversary.
So, yes you’re not here anymore, but he made a promise to you, and he kept it. You will always love him, and be there for him and watch over him and your child. You don't always need a body to live on, all you need is a heart, and as long as he's living, your heart resides with his. 
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pomefioredove · 5 months ago
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Oh yeah Vil absolutely has no control over Rook, which makes their duo 100% funnier, especially considering how complacent Vil is with Rook compared to how he is with others. For the standard weirdness he just frowns and chides ''really Rook?" but can't do anything more than sigh about it, and obviously it isn't out of having a soft spot for him (though I sincerely believe he has one for yuu), he just resigned himself to his fate
But still, when Rook transferred from Savanaclaw Vil's the one who was at the direction of the Rook make-over plan, and that means that while he was pretty-fying the guy, he managed to decide the hairstyle, the skincare, the makeup, the neatly worn uniform and posture, the lack weaponry, but SOMEHOW the shoes were a non non. And I need in my soul for the game to adress that at some point
I love their dynamic, so many things to say about them. Like, Vil's one of the most adamant that the dark mirror knows best and that changing dorms' ridiculous and counterproductive, and I have no doubt he says it with a straight face with his housewardern right next to him (1 because spider goerge is an outlier and should not be taken in consideration and 2 because casual and gratuitous ''you hear that Rook? You're ridiculous"). And poor Vil also had to deal with rebellious macho epel
it's canonical that they really disagree about a lot of little things, like rook's dislike of perfumes, and usually vil just. can't do anything about it
there is a certain sense of distance and discontent between the two of them because rook keeps everyone at an arm's length, and vil knows that rook won't listen unless it's something he wants to listen to, and thus he doesn't even try to communicate. in his labwear vignette, rook makes a comment about vil having gained some weight (which was innocuous and harmless to rook, but obviously really upset vil) and vil just. doesn't address it. he makes some snide comment about rook's behavior to himself and then spirals about it. but they don't even talk about it at the end of the vignette. vil has a lot of lines where he either implies or outright says that he thinks rook is weird (sometimes verging on annoying), but he just... ignores it. it's so strange and something I think about a lot
and it's also pertinent to remember that for rook, his moral code and sense of logic supersedes any dorm rules. the shoes he chooses serve a functional purpose over an aesthetic one; not unlike his dislike of perfumes, he values his skills as a hunter over his looks. often, he can find a middle ground between the two (though this "I want both!" mentality causes a lot of problems, too) but sometimes it's one or the other
I would also like to hear them arguing about it, though, lol
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byeolyeons · 1 month ago
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too much. | ahnyeonz
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pairing: yeon sieun x ahn suho (weak hero) genre: fluff, hurt-comfort, sickfic wc: ~1.4k summary: a common cold leaves sieun feeling under the weather. thankfully, suho the guardian angel is here to save the day.
a/n: weak hero has been kicking my ass in the hyperfixation dept.. i NEEDED to get my brainworms out abt these two. i hope you all enjoy reading as much as i did writing this and i can't wait to make more shortform fics :> extra ps: i hc ahnyeonz to be the type of non-traditional couple that doesn't deal so heavily with labels, rather, they just care abt each other a lot and know they #love each other and are finding ways to handle their feelings lol. my favorite little guys that are figuring themselves out <3
everything is too much.
this is what yeon sieun decides as he feels ahn suho's hand gently swiping through his bangs, pressing his palm to his sweat-slicked forehead. the latter clicks his tongue disapprovingly, leaning back and looking down at him with just the slightest hint of concern in his eyes. without a word, he gets up and leaves the room, and for the first time in what feels like an eternity sieun feels like he can breathe again. 
suho has always been like this. always full of warmth, always a constant presence, and always looking out for him. if anything, it's gotten more intense after his friend started stopping by nearly every day. though he says he's just coming back from a delivery run, sieun knows better. it's too much. 
it isn't like sieun dislikes the feeling, no, the real problem is the thumping in his chest that occurs everytime suho does anything remotely related to this warmth. whatever it is, it's worse than the cold sweats and the nightmares that came along with his friend's hospitalization. 
he may be able to sleep soundly now, but the uncertainty of what's happening to his body now is yet another problem added to the table. sieun pulls the covers up to his chin, as if casting a protective shield over himself. 
the door hinges squeak open again, and suho appears with a bowl of something steaming. sieun's eyes dart to the pink bunny-shaped oven mitt covering his hand, the very same one that had just graced his skin, before skirting away. something as simple as this causes a fuzzy sensation to bloom, right in the same spot as the thumps. suho takes his place again at his bedside, placing the bowl into his own lap and tossing the mitt off somewhere. 
"sit up." he says firmly, adjusting the hastily brewed porridge so that he can help his friend prop up against the headboard. a few moments pass in silence before suho speaks again. 
"do you want me to feed you or something for you to eat? why haven't you taken it yet?" sieun stares at him, wordless. suho swears he can feel his face go red from how the man's eyes seem to twinkle at the suggestion. "you can't be serious."
"no, it's okay. i'll do it." his voice comes out hoarse as he reaches for the bowl, but no sooner is it in his hands than it returns to the chef. suho picks up the spoon and blows on it to cool it a bit, before offering it up to sieun. an uneven chopped chunk of ginger is visible on the surface, a small testament to the urgency with which it was cut. he hesitates again, this time briefly, before leaning in to take a taste. 
the ginger is pungent to say the least, but the blend of microwave package rice and canned chicken somehow fuses well enough to taste like a true homemade meal. something about it reminds him strongly of the person who made it, though he can't quite put his finger on what that something is. 
he’s never felt so weak and vulnerable just because of a damn cold, and yet, his danger instincts are nowhere to be found. it’s almost as if they’ve gone completely dormant in the face of the man sitting just a few inches away. after a few more bites suho finally relents, handing over the food and allowing sieun to actually handle it himself. he sighs, lilting his head.
"you know, we really must've been a married couple in our past life. first that random encounter, and now i'm spoonfeeding you. ha. maybe next time we'll-- are you okay??" at the word 'married' sieun immediately chokes, dropping the utensil and coughing up clumps of rice. it clatters to the floor, leaving a trail of porridge in its wake. 
"sorry. i didn't mean to--" he leans over the bedside, arm extending outwards to grab at the metal, but he's immediately blocked off. one of suho's hands makes its way to his back, landing soft hits before rubbing in small circles. the other picks up the spoon, placing it atop a napkin on the nightstand. "thank you. the food was good." 
the brightness emanating from suho's sheepish grin is enough to alleviate any guilt he feels in that moment, and a wave of relief washes over him like cold water. his friend looks at him inquisitively, placing an elbow on his knee and resting his head in his palm. 
“will you be good for the rest of the night? do you need anything else before i go?" as suho stands, he stretches. With his arms extending above his shoulders, the waistband of his boxers exposes itself in the process. sieun avoids looking. 
when he begins to move away from the bed, sieun makes a grab for his hand and looks directly up into his eyes for the first time that evening. the dim lighting reflects off of them, and he comes face to face with his own defenseless expression. 
“can you stay a little longer?” 
the surprise is evident on suho’s face, but he doesn’t question the request. instead, he makes his way over to the closet and reaches for the extra bedding he knows is kept inside. when he comes up empty, his head whips back to look at the bed. 
“where the hell is the futon.” and that’s when the realization hits. the laundry that sieun had left for himself to do had gone completely out the window as a result of his currently bedridden state. “you know what, just move over. if i get sick, i get sick. this bed is more than big enough so you can spare the space, right?” 
sieun doesn’t miss the slight pinkish tone that dusts suho’s cheeks, nor the rambling, but for his own good he decides to ignore it. he just scoots over wordlessly, pressing himself as far into the wall as he possibly can. 
hours seem to pass, and in a cruel twist of fate sieun's sleeplessness seems to have returned. his friend has long since gone silent, so what better time  than the present to slip away?
when he finally turns away from the wall, however, his breath catches in his throat. suho is facing right towards him. though he doesn't yell, the way he suddenly jolts back has sieun worrying he'll accidentally disturb the man's deep slumber. 
he's clearly knocked out by now—surely due to the extra shifts he’d been pulling—and he can’t help but notice how the last rays of sunlight seem to frame suho’s face. regardless of what sieun knows about him, it makes him appear all the more angelic, and a sting of pain cuts through his chest. this isn’t something he deserves. not after everything. 
despite that, he reaches out to cup the face in front of him, but stops at the last second. suho's chest continues to rise and fall, peacefully unaware of the internal conflicts brewing next to him.
like a cautious animal, sieun moves his head forward ever so slightly, causing their foreheads to touch. he feels the small puffs of air his friend exhales gently brush against his face, and suddenly, this small act of defiance against himself doesn’t feel so bad. 
the feeling itself is foreign. safety isn't something he's ever had the luxury of thinking about, let alone feeling in the wake of everything. sieun isn't even sure what home is like, but suho is probably the closest to it he's ever come. 
sieun feels like crying, but he forces down the sentiment. this must've been what he had sensed from the porridge. it embodied the pure care his friend was capable of, and in turn represented the fondness suho held for him from very beginning.
there's still a lot sieun wants to say, to ask suho. the hows of navigating this new dynamic they'd set up for themselves, of what they'll do about it going forward. most importantly, sieun wants to ask why suho would choose him of all people, though he's not quite sure he's ready for the answer to that yet. for now, he's more than content to slot himself at his best friend's side, basking in his warmth, and believing in his decision. 
that isn't too much. 
ITS FINALLY HEREEEE i can't believe i'm able to share this w. yall ... pls pls pls let me know what you think !! any kind of commentary is so so appreciated.
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lovedivers · 1 year ago
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i think a cupid just shot my heart as i read abt yan! barista!! I have a what if, where reader was pressured by their friends egging them to find someone that they made a slip of tongue and accidentally claimed and said they found someone, resulting in havoc in the group chat with their friends bombarding them with questions abt the newly found someone that reader actually doesnt have
and planning a meet-up asap the next day for readers friends to meet the someone
Soooo she runs off to Minoru asking a favor for him to be their *pretend* boyfriend for the meet-up or perhaps until he manages to woo reader into making him their real lover
Fake it till you make it.
💌 ⤻ THE BARISTA, AKIMITSU MINORU
—> helping you, but you didn't want it.
⤻ reader is gender neutral, implied stalking (but let's be fr, he did stalk), non-consensual kissing, fake-dating technically, mentions of arctic monkeys because I was playing it on spotify lol
notes: oh my god anon, i love you so much. i was actually so sad when there wasn't much interaction with the yandere barista and i'm so glad you liked it! i hope you like this! mwah! <333
💌 ⤻ archives.
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You only had one friend group, which you always took pride in. As you said, it wasn't the quantity of friends you had, but rather the quality of the people you surround yourself with. Despite their flaws, you did think that your friends were a swell group of people who simply wanted the best for you.
However, it was a problem right now because you only had one friend group, nobody else could masquerade as your boyfriend to your other friends.
You could barely sleep last night as they bombarded you with questions, asking you about your supposed lover and how the both of you met and an impromptu scheduling of your friends meeting you and your boyfriend.
You suggested neko no aishi for some reason as you thought of who would be able to be your ideal boyfriend, someone you and your friends would approve of.
Your cheeks flushed as you thought of the barista manning the counter everyday.
You shook your head as you decided that you would be a good person and fess up to your friends.
✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧
“That's basically what happened.” You muttered as you grabbed your cup of coffee from Minoru's hands, looking up at him with the most pathetic expression you had ever shown him.
He chuckled softly. “You know,” he started as he always did, “being single is not a really big deal. You have your entire life to find the one you love.” He said as he looked you up and down. “It doesn't need to be now.” He said as he leaned across the counter, getting extremely close to you, an innocent smirk on his face.
“Yeah, I know. But I feel like I'll never find the one.” You muttered. “All my dates have ended in disaster, somehow. Just the other week, one of the guys vomited when we were walking around the street. He hadn't even eaten anything. I'm starting to think it's my perfume.” You said, attempting to make the sad situation at least somewhat funny.
“I think your perfume is just right.” Minoru said, barely above a whispered as his hands tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
You flushed the deepest shade of red as his black eyes raked all over yours.
He wasn't wearing his contact lenses today, you noted, sipping your cup of coffee.
“Why not I pretend to be your boyfriend?”
The statement had caused you to sputter out your drink, staining your skin brown as you looked up at him with wide eyes.
“I mean, it would be quite easy.” He chuckled. “I've been a boyfriend before.” He humoured you.
“I couldn't possibly expect that of you. Plus, you have so many things to do around here. And well, I can't keep lying to my friends that you're my boyfriend, can I?” You said as you moved away from the counter, just in time so you did not hear his, ‘it doesn't need to be a lie’.
When your friends arrive, you puff out your chest and get ready to tell them the truth as they question you about the whereabouts of your rumoured boyfriend.
Just as you were about to speak, a tray was placed in front of your friends, all with adorably decorated lattes that had the signature cat of the café plastered on. “Sorry I'm late,” Minoru smiled sheepishly as he served your friends. “I was preparing some drinks for all of you.” He smiled as he took a seat next to you, wrapping his hands around your delicate waist, pulling you in as you gasped. You shot him a look, eyes widening at just what he was trying to do.
“Is he really your boyfriend?” One of your friends quipped, just as shocked as you were at this sudden development.
“Yep.” He smiled, bowing to them respectfully before turning to face you, his dark eyes boring into you. “[y/n] told me so much about all of you. I’m so happy to meet you guys.” He chuckled, acting like the perfect boyfriend that all of your friends would approve of.
“Oh is that an arctic monkeys keychain?” He asked as he began to initiate conversation with all your friends, surprisingly good at being able to pick up about what they all liked.
You couldn’t tell if he was just that good, or if he been doing research.
That was a stupid thought. How could he even do that?
“Well, I have to head back to work, but enjoy the coffee. It’s all on me.” He said as he leaned close to you. “See you later, dear.” He smiled before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips, that left you even more dumbfounded. You savoured the taste of mint chapstick on Minoru’s lips, how his lips matched yours perfectly, how you felt his lips quirk up when he realised you weren’t doing anything to deny him of your lips. He pulled away, his thumb grazing his lips with a grin. Hus thumb was somehow warmer than his lips, or was that just you? Your cheeks heated up as he even wiped the stain of coffee from your lips.
Your friends squealed the moment he left, complimenting your ‘boyfriend’. You practically went with the flow as you felt dizzy, still confused about the kiss.
✧ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧
“Why did you do that?” You questioned, practically gasping for air, still breathless after that kiss.
“I wanted to help you.” He said as he closed up the cafe casually as you remained red-faced and anxious.
“You didn’t need to, I already told you that I didn’t want to bother you.”
Minoru led you out as he locked the cafe for the day. “It wasn’t a bother. Trust me.” He smiled before leaning back down to give you another kiss, this time more sensual as he bit your lip before fully letting you go.
“Get home safe.” He smiled, leaving you there in the middle of the street and smouldering afternoon heat.
Soon, that fake boyfriend thing would not be so fake after all. He planned on it.
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tellywoodtrash · 3 months ago
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my golden blood aka th(w)ailight ep 2 lb
i guess the perks of being immortal are you can hang out on building tops without any fear of a baazigar (1993) situation happening. my mans really said 🧍🏻🧍🏻🧍🏻
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joss is the textbook definition of "he has that sadness in his eyes that you only see in eastern european gay porn"
to be devoured by a hot lady vampire like this one would be an honour AND a privilege
who's this vampireon ki headmistress
lollllllllll mark's a vampire cop??????? LOSER
miss thara?!!??!! as in his sister? or whatever?
oh lord, they're abstinent vampires???? both from blood AND sex? damn, so zerooooooo fun then??? that's one long eternity to live through.
off to vampire jail with youuuuuuuu, horny vampire lady who just wanted a lil sip sip unh unhhhh 😫😫😫
oh aunty wan with her agarbatti ki thaali and soothing murmurs is their own vampire version of the flashy light thingy from MiB
BUT SOME HUMANS JUST DESERVE TO BE NOT ALIVE??!?!?!?! *pointed glance at heads of state of certain countries*
lmaoooooooooo at least nakan's been having funnnnn. good for him. the girl looked like she was having a good time too!
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go king, give us absolutely nothing.
tong is like lil ol meeeeeeeeee? 👉🏽👈🏽🥺
wait so there's non vampires also out there fiending for his blood???
oh thank god tong has at least one little brain cell not rendered nonfunctional due to gay lust, and he wants to gtfo here.
lmao aunty wan catching strays for what? all she did was offer you snacks (albeit a lil creepily, lol)
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA SHE HEARD HIM SHIT TALKING. NO SNACKS FOR YOU, TONG.
snack ke naam pe cholorform kar diya. tong was right to call you sus, aunty.
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he swooned oh so prettily into mark's arms ofc.
mark's feeling a lil sum'n sum'n iykwim
goes back to the hotel room scene of crime
nakan has to just appear and i'm instantly delighted.
love his lil sassy face as he surveys the room. i love him i love him i love himmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
nakan is giving bratty little brother who never gets his due around here and i'm sure it's going to lead to many many acts of delightful haraamipann
celebration time, he says. but uh oh, meena the supermodel's blood vessels looking to be in dangerrrrrrrrrrrr.
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(i'm no supermodel but I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE TO BE NEXTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT)
oh god is he gonna sweeney todd her???
mark you're suchhhhhhh a narc, let him have his funnnnnnn.
ugh thara is also here to ruin the party. buzzkills, the lot of you.
lol nakan's the evil vampire version of phuri from P10L, with all the English. i'm loving it.
also i love how he's like i just wanted a lil drinky drink, i wasn't gonna killllllllll herrrr *pouty face*
i'm instantly on team nakan. thara and mark are a right boreeeeee.
yes mark, tell her about your golden blood induced jizz in the pants sitchhhh. not at all an awkward conversation to have with your boss/sister, lol.
she apologizes for not giving mark a heads up that tong was gonna show up. ohhhhhh so she has precognition. noice.
but she's losing the power? why? i thought y'all are immortal, why do you also have all these aging type problems????
idk let nakan have a little golden blood na? for funsies, justtttt to see what happens. lol.
mark just admit that you're having feels for YOUR mark.
oh he's being groomed to be the next leader. coz of his healing powers.
hang in there just a lil more, mark. do your best to not cum in your pants anymore.
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lol this lil loft they've put tong in. surely there were other, more convenient places in this florist's shop to place an unconscious 6 foot tall dude than on top of this ricketyass ladder???????/ even with his vampire hover powers how'd mark get him up there without bumping one of their heads????????
mark is getting a lil waft of something unusual that aunty wan cannot (apparently vampires cannot smell anything but blood.) what isssssss ittt???? loveeee? lustttt???? lasagna??????
well damn, mark is really really into him after all these years of watching from afar. pakka renesmee situation *shudder*.
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tong is soooooooooo Disney princess coded.
congrats tong, you've been adopted by boyfriend dad! daddy boyfriend? idk. either way it's weird lol.
he's so huffy pouty baby girllllllllllllll i just wanna put him in my pocket
how's tong gonna explain this new boyfriend bodyguard to tongkla? btw has tongkla even noticed that tong's been missing for a whole night?
lmao he really tried to basketball dodge and flee past this 6 foot 8 wall of a vampire
i am fully on team tong here - you may have been stalking him for 20 years, but he's just gotten to know of your existence! it's too damn soon to move in together!!!!
wow way to victim blame, mark.
tong!!!!!!!!! don't tell me you're going to ditch tongkla for your hot new bf!!!!
lmaoooooooo at mark following tong at a steady pace, 5 steps behind, like that meme of the floating shadow boy
tong's trying to ditch mark using the old vampires hate sunlight trick.
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NOOOOOOOOO NOT THE LITTLE FLAILY RUNNNN I'M SOBBING
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alkdjasldkjalskdaslkj this show is a fuckin comedyyyyyy. zero bad things happened to the vampire due to sunlight. hahahahaha. ofc it wouldn't. he's a vampire in Tropical Thailand, not a pastyass gora pakoda one.
mark looks like he's enjoying these nonsense shenanigans though. truly has been a very boring eternity for him without this silly billy of a soulmate or whatever.
i adore tong's dumbass :(((( face he makes when things don't go his way
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pfffffffffffttttttttt so smug
bus mein chadh toh gya, but without wallet and phone to pay for ticket.
hahahahhaha utaara gayaaaaaaaaa bus se, loserrrrrrrrrr
and ofc mark's waiting for him there
BRO HE'S BEEN WATCHING OVER YOU FOR 20 YEARS, HE JUST SAVED YOUR ASS YEST MORNING FROM THE KILLER CLOTHES RACK. OFC HE KNOWS WHERE YOU LIVE.
vampire hoga tu apne ghar mein, buddy. uni hostel rules don't give a fuckkkkk
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gawin is really enjoying playing the lil brat
na dua, na salaam, tongkla is IMMEDIATELY told the whole truth about being kidnapped by vampires.
but tongkla has bigger things to worry about. he found out about tong's service staff shenanigans ofc. reprimands him for ruining his good name. idk tongkla, your rep seems to be pretty tarnished even before he showed up, due to all the drinking and hitting on girls.
he does seem genuinely worried about tong though.
tong is like i also learned im not sick!!! it was a lie, because of the vampires!!!!!!
"you disappeared for a night and managed to learn two (2) whole things???????" wrong. he also learnt that he was gay. so that's THREE things!
tongkla heads off to work, which leaves tweedle dumb here free to google "ways to tackle a vampire". i'd ask chatgpt. that bitch be knowing everything.
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solution: made a cross of chopsticks, i'm dyingggggggggg
wait, is that garlic bread???!?!?
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tossing a piece of garlic bread DIRECTLY on the bed, no plate, nothing?!?!?! idk about vampires but that's how you fuckin get RATS.
shower scene but make it comedy. gratuitous objectification will only be done of mark, i guess.
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DS;LFKS;DLFKS;DLFKLSJDFKL ofc
apparently thai vampires don't need to be invited in. lots of lore being debunked here.
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NOT THE CHOPSTICK CROSSSSS I'M CRYINGGGG
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HE'S NOW PELTING HIM WITH CHUNKS OF THE GARLIC BREAD AND I….. ALKFJSDLSLKJSDLKF
he gave you that guitar for your birthday, tongggg, rude to be clobbering him over the head with it
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tong's towel really said i can't stand this nonsense anymore, i'm outta here. izzat ka bhaajipaala complete.
mark doesn't look v impressed with what tong's working with.
mark clears up that all the popularly known things about vampires is just fake news spread by them itself
"so those who are pale and active at night?" SOME OF US ARE JUST ANEMIC NIGHT OWLS, TONG.
vampires like to be thought of as mysterious badasses. vampires are scorpios, hence proved.
is he gonna move out without telling tongkla????????? like???????
lmaooooo he can eat anything, but he chooses to drink TOMATO JUICE coz of "the texture"???? pls my man, i'm begging you, try a cheesecake or french fries or something.
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since when does tomato juice come in juice boxes???
either that fried rice is banger or tong has an unusual beguiling aroma to him.
oooooooooh wait wait wait, is he beginning to get human abilities, like to smell non-blood things thanks to tong????????
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omegaverse scent kinkkkkkk in my vampire BL???????
tong's trying everything to delay moving out. once again i ask, is tongkla aware that he's down a roomie/bestie???/ he's just gonna come back from work to find an empty room????
guitar le hi jaana hai toh yahaan hi kyun baithke bajaana hai?
anyway they settle down for a lil strumming break.
tong trying to delay some more, with asking mark to admit he gifted the guitar.
ofc that makes the guitar string snap and gets him a cut finger. AGAIN.
now just smelling the blood leads to orgasm???
this time looks painful though.
he warns tong to run tf away. why though? you have the power to heal him with your kissies. surely that's a better solution than exposing him to god knows how many vampires out there in the world?
take the stairs you goddamn fool, now is not the time to wait for the damn lift.
mark gives bloodlust-fuelled chase but is met mid way by thara behenji. damn she's everywhere.
mark's looking quite shame-faced at his lack of control, bechaara.
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY DID TONG RUN TO A DAMN POLICE STATION?!!?!? THEY CAN'T EVEN STOP HUMAN CRIMES, TF THEY SUPPOSED TO DO ABOUT VAMPIRES?
boy, pls stop talking, i'm begging you.
TONG YOU DUMBASS WHY ARE YOU TELLING PPL ABOUT YOUR SPECIAL BLOOD THAT YOU WERE SPECIFICALLY INSTRUCTED TO KEEP SAFE AND SECRET????????????
the officers dismissed him as a damn crackhead but one detective type believes him? why????? this looks like a trap.
sister thara is like strike two markkkk, for being a weakass bitchhhhhhhh against the Golden Blood. but then she said even she's helpless in the face of it, so....... like cut him some slack maybe
she threatens to change the protector, and mark is like no pls last chance. someone's gotten attttached to his snaaaaack....
tong chutiya has been sitting in this room for god knows how long???
ohhhhhhhhhh boyyyy this detective is totalllllyyy givinggggg vampire.
yuppppppppp.
RUN YOU LITTLE (purely in spirit) FOOOLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ofc he ran into a fuckin dead end of a room.
mark where are youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu when we need yaaaaaaaaaaa
FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!
dlf;ks;lfkd;sdlkf;slk;l bad cop vamp just shottttttttttt mark?!?!!? who is also bleeding somehow? HOW *DO* VAMPIRES WORK IN THIS DAMN UNIVERSE?!!?!?!?!?!?!
lmao some more v bad sfx as the two vamps fightttttt
bad vamp neutralized, mark collapses.
why can't mark just heal himself? what a useless fuckin power ki bas chummiyaan deke heal kar sakta hai.
TONG JUST BIT HIMSELF TO GIVE MARK SOME BLOOD???? IT'S GIVING OLD BOLLYWOOD KA HAATH KAAT KE MAANG BHARNA
but mark is all khuddaaaar and shit and like marr jaonga but i'll never drink your blood again. well ok, it's your funeral (literally.)
mark just??? passed out??? died????? yeh kaahe ki immortality hai? bakwaas. i bleed more on my period than this man vamp has after being shot.
ASHSFHSDLFKLDSJF TONG IS FAWKES THE MAGIC PHOENIX/RAPUNZEL WHOSE TEARS/SWEAT IS ALSO GOLDEN
a drop of SOME liquid (still can't tell if it was sweat or tears) falls from tong's face onto mark's, and mark zinda, all wounds gone.
what other bodily fluids from tong are also magical i wonder???? 👀👀👀
so all he has to do is make tong cry. shouldn't be hard for A Man (derogatory) to do to this immense baby girl of a boy.
lying half alive in tong's lap (as the music swells), he takes a longggggggg sniff and proclaims
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lol no i kid, he just tells tong that he smells v nice. which is both a nice and v creepy thing to say in current circumstances.
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tong's face reflects that.
NEXT WEEK WE GET THEIR FIRST KISS??!?!?!??!!!!
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waihtie · 3 months ago
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Let's hope this keeps working for forever
Season 5 Episode 3 - Free to be You and Me
○ Jessica appearing to Sam in a dream. She's here to tell him to stop running from himself bc he can't
Not dreaming? Hallucinating?
○ Sam burning all his fake credentials 😢
Dean out hunting without him
Sad music playing. So dramatic.
Sam's working in a bar?? He really tryna live a normal life
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○ Dean is trying so hard not to kiss him
The second convo just inches away from eachother in 90 seconds
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Cas needs Dean's help bc he wants to trap and interrogate the Archangel Raphael, bc he won't kill Dean bc Michael needs his body
And there's number three. "Personal space" my ass
○ Sam's not gonna be able to stay out of all this apocalyptic stuff
○ Cas wants to tell this person the truth about angels lol
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^ You sure do.
*while fixing his tie. This whole episode is so sexually charged, and I'm not even 11 minutes in, including the recap
FBI Cas 🥺:
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How can someone older than humanity in and of itself be so babygirl. The OG babygirl, I guess
Lmao he's telling the cop it's demons and angels causing the problems
○ Sam's tempted to call Dean, but called Bobby instead 🥺
I knew he couldn't stay out of it
(just to tell someone to get on a case here. Bobby told him to go himself, but in a more sarcastic way)
○ Cas just casually popped in from Jerusalem with holy oil. Says it's very rare, but they don't seem to ever not have any
○ Dean using his last night on earth move, smooth. Great, now he's pushing for answers in a way that could only be subtle to Cas
○ Dean's first two thoughts when he finds Cas has never gotten down dirty:
1. Pointing out a non-canonically gay couple
2. He's not gonna let Cas die a virgin
○ Bobby did end up sending hunters. They want Sam's help, but no go (for now I'm guessing)
○ CAS'S FACE MY GAWD. Gay panic if I ever did see
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○ How does he know all about this girl and her family, but never seems to know anything about anyone ever again?
Dean saying it's been years since he's laughed like that 🥺🩷
○ This girl telling Sam there's nothing anyone can do that they can't be forgiven or change. I hope he takes it to heart. He's a good kid.
○ Cas calling Raphael. That was hot
○ I love how Dean's never afraid to shit talk even archangels (and eventually God himself)
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○ I also love Cas's face when Dean tells Raphael trapping him was Cas's idea
Raphael says God is dead
○ The 3 hunters that came to Sam are now 2. He knows Sam started the apocalypse. This isn't gonna end well.
I also also love Sam's puppy-dog eyes in this conversation
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Let's just assume anytime this 3 boys do anything, I love it, unless I hate it. But it's usually love. And there's no in between.
○ Raphael says they just want Paradise. It's a godless world, and they are tired.
Cas isn't buying that God is dead. Someone brought him back.
Raphael says Lucifer could've, bc he needs rebellious angels
○ Cas is power. Direct opposite of 🥺. Get a man that can do both.
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^ to one of the most powerful beings in existence.
○ Those hunters have Sam's lady friend. Either he drinks demon-blood, or they kill her.
They force fed it to him. Dude's been drugged on top of all the other shit.
He's mentally getting stronger tho 🩷 Didn't kill the guy when he had the chance
○ Awee Dean trying to relate to Cas, and telling him about the time he went looking for his own missing father
"When all logic said that he was dead, but I knew in my heart that he was alive"
He's comforting Cas. I love that for them
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Dean telling Cas that he's happy, and Cas just blips out mid-sentence. Abandonment-Issues really did find himself a Can-Fly-Away-On-A-Dime.
○ Another Jessica hallucination/dream thing
"You're wrong. People can change, there is reason for hope"
YOU TELL HER, BABY
"No Sam, there isn't"
WOAH JESSICA IS ACTUALLY LUCIFER DISGUISING HIMSELF
He says this Nick can't hold him for long, but doesn't he for the whole show? Well I guess he's in Hell most of it, and that's not his physical body.
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^ How's this boy ever supposed to forgive himself and find self-worth. He almost started to, but
HE SAYS SAM IS HIS VESSEL
So the rib markings are stopping him from finding Sam's location, but not from being there non-physically?
"I'll never lie to you, I'll never trick you, but you will say yes to me." The same way he got Nick
Cas's faith is something to note these episodes. He has so much.
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meanbossart · 1 year ago
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Ask Compilation: Advice, influences and Misc.
Apologies for taking so long on some of these, admittedly I'm much more likely to entirely forget about asks that are about me and my interests 💃 Thank you for all the questions regardless! And thank you specially to everyone who just drops nice messages into my inbox out of kindness.
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I'm brazillian and a native portuguese speaker!
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I'll probably return to twitter eventually, but a) I hate that place and b) It didn't make much sense to me to turn it into a BG3 account out of the blue. I am considering making an Instagram or a new twitter just to have more places where people can follow in case they don't care for tumblr, but it's just been a very busy year so far and so that's kind of low on the list of priorities. If I ever do that I'll be sure to announce it here. Have a nice day yourself!
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Sorry to hear that! I've gotten a few messages before about this issue, and the problem is that since I am myself not from the US, my options are also limited :( a lot of patreon alternatives don't work for me because they either don't go through paypal, take insane currency conversion fees, or just straight up block me from signing up.
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Speak for yourself, I just assume everyone I speak to online has committed some sort of atrocious crime until proven otherwise. Except for me - of course. I have never done anything bad in my life.
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I still have a lot to learn! But I will basically use whatever works for me at the moment, as well as make a sincere effort to learn about musculature and anatomy so I can understand those components and how they move, instead of only knowing what they look like when still - that's how you get better at drawing from memory. Volume mostly comes from coloring and understanding light, which is it's own beast but can very much be learned from similar reference materials and observing it IRL!
My favorite places to get reference are medical diagrams, weird pictures I take of myself, 3D software (often Virt-a-mate) and questionably phrased image google searches.
My favorite artists are Jason Shawn Alexander and Sean Murphy, but I'm not sure how much of it reflects in my art nowadays! I generally seek to pick up techniques from artists rather than to emulate style.
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Honestly I love that you guys generally do the thing he would hate the most: take him very non-seriously LOL
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I've been in a real Chelsea Wolfe and Amyl And The Sniffers kick lately! But usually you'll also find me listening to stuff like Boy Harsher, Swans, FWF, JK Flesh Lingua Ignota, Nick Cave, David Bowie, and so on. Music for the weird gays, basically.
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I went insane and wrote a 23-chapter-long-and-still-ongoing fic in like four months. But also - I'm not that good, I'm just shamelessly pretentious LOL
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Hm. That's a good question, but I'm not really sure. Sincerely not trying to be a edgier-than-thou here (in fact, this has made me a little self conscious at one time or another) but a lot of art that I don't mean to be horror-y in nature at all has been associated with the genre. So perhaps I don't know what I'm doing either, LOL.
I think just leaning on making things look slightly "wrong" or "ugly" on purpose is the way, but I also find that if you just seek to depict people as they are instead of idealized versions of themselves, you will arrive at that either way.
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Thank you for reading! Honestly, I'm guilty of having not read much at all since I was in my late teens, and the style I'm employing for ANE is very different from the things I would call "influential" for me, or even that I used to enjoy reading at all before. I read a lot of Chuck Palahniuk as a youth (and, no slight to people who do like him still, but nowadays I'm not sure why I ever did. His stories don't speak to me at all anymore) as well a lot of weird experimental lit that I didn't even care to remember the name of. My last book stint from one or two years ago was composed solely of historical and medical literature, and last year I got really into Cormac Mcarthy thanks to the internet.
So, all in all, I'm absolutely all over the place LOL if you put a gun to my head and told me to list my favorite books, I'd say The Indifferent Stars Above and Blood Meridian.
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(Consider the reading portion of the question to have been answered above) I really really liked Beau is Afraid and think it's a really great "horror" movie. Sue me.
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romana-after-dark · 7 months ago
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heyaa!! for your follower fundraiser game i have found 4 titles!! (i hope im doing this right)
ghost of you (5sos), yellow (coldplay), apple (charlie xcx), and burn (ellie goulding)
if i got all those correctly, can i request for Logan howlett please? i would love anything dark about him. thank you!!
Hi Hi Hi!!!!!
Roman's 1000 follower fundraiser game
Thanks so much for playing! ghost of you is actually from MCR, and Apple came out (i think?) after Apple did, but yes to the other two!
thats 200 words for you, and $2 to smile train! After writing, this still ended up 550 words lol
Here is some dark Logan for you! I expanded on dacryphelia logan I did months ago
Let it Out
Logan Howlett x gn!reader
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Summary: You're crying to Logan about your family rejecting you as a mutant. Logan isn't helping.
Warning: Dacryphelia, maybe some trauma kink? But shes not talking about sa or anything. jerking off subtly. Nothing sexual really happens to reader. mentions of family not accepting reader as a mutant, (lgbt allegory?) Logan doesn't non con or anything but she's not consenting to what he's doing, even if they are mostly unaware. He's kinda goofy and silly in this one I won't lie.
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"I just don't understand, I'm their child!" You sob onto Logan's plain white T-shirt as the two of you sit on the couch. Love is Blind is forgotten in the background, your attempts to reach out to your parents after years of rejection leaving you a sobbing mess.
Unfortunately, the sight of you had him rock hard in his pants. It wasn't his fault, really! He can't control when he gets a raging erection. He can't control that he gets it while you cry against his shoulder, so vulnerable and trusting...
Your parents had rebuffed your latest attempt to reach out, rejecting you for being a mutant and you were distraught, no reason for him to get bricked up on a Tuesday afternoon. And yet. here he was.
He needed to take care of business before you noticed he was hard. Logan reached down, rubbing his aching cock as his other hand cradled your head, trying to be comforting but also kinda holding you there.
"I know baby, I know... I sorry..." His voice hitched a little bit when his palm ram down the length of him, full pressure, trying to make himself cum in his pants as quick as possible. He glided over himself, feeling cock desperately twitching in his jeans, begging for your mouth as salty tears ran down...
"He was never there for me, I think he kn-knew something was wrong with me even before my mutation showed..."
Faster, harder. Logan's breathing grew a little ragged as his release neared, getting harder by the second when he could feel your tears on his peck. "It's not fair. He was always gonna b-be mad at you, no matter what you were... hmm..."
"Lo, are you okay?" You tried to lift your head up to look at you, but he holds you down shushing your worries in a strained voice.
"Don't worry bought me baby, just m'old bones creaking. Just let it out." I'm so close... he thought to himself. Part of him wanted to drag it out, relish in the pleasure of how good your voice felt crying to him, his own hand making himself feel good... but you were already calming down. He needed to make this quick. He needed to egg you on a bit. "I mean, he tried to kick you out even before they knew you were a mutant."
Bringing up this trauma caused a fresh bought of tears from you, leaving you wracked in sobs in his arms.
Rubbing himself quickly, Logan bit his lip HARD as he came, stifling the moan but not his abs flexing in the process. Warm filled his leg and he felt embarrassed, wondering how he was going to get out of this was a wet spot now. Oh well, a problem for Logan a few hours from now, not for Logan now. Now, he revealed in his release, the ache releaving as he stroked out every last drop he had in an attempt to prevent his short refractory period from causing issues again.
Now Logan had his baby in his arms and could relax and try to make her feel better.
"It's okay sweetheart... I'm here for you now."
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cattewife · 4 months ago
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@cherryhazze encouraged me to be brave and go ahead and post this so HERE.
is catte's entire m/xtx snz headcanon notes! including t/gcf, s/vsss, and m/dzs mains.
these are not complete and only partially cleaned up from my personal notes draft, fair warning! [non-snz/kink blogs pls do not interact, ty!]
whiterobes all ended up with the fetish. this was not entirely on purpose it just aligned with my vibes i had no control here and just LOVE when one of a couple have the kink....
kink alignments:
xie lian: caretaking kink.  likes to watch hc out of control and suffering.   doesn't know it (didn't know he was into this at all!!) but would be more on the sickies side of the kink (even tho i'm mostly writing allergies bc this is For Me). mostly here to provide (tissues medicine support).  gets nothing out of his own sneezing. 
shen qingqiu: full internet gremlin kinkster.  more into allergies (slight contagion squick). wants lbh to make a mess of himself. wants lbh to make a mess of HIM.  wants to get railed while EXPERIENCING uncontrollable allergic reaction.  most likely to do really gross stuff with mess.
lan wangji: likes to watch wwx suffer (full stop) (no caretaking) (only aftercare). inducer. tells him to hold it a lot.  always known he had a weird interest in this but assumed (of course) he was a freak.  highest key voyeuristic about this (partially due to cloud recesses study era lol). hates himself sneezing.
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redblacks ~sensitivities~ alignments:
hua cheng:  specifically weak to ghost repelling type energies (obv) but also secretly kind of sneezy in general (when alive).   [modern au (/living hong-er somewhat) notes: allergic to spring, autumn, most furry animals, incense. lesser extent dust/summer.]  groups of five sneezes usually.  holdbacks (uselessly) like it's an olympic sport. -> "ahH! hah-ah-aHH! ISSCHhuh!! hIIESSCHH!! hh- hh-- ehh!? hIH'tSCHHiew!! ha-aH'ESXCHh!'IHDSCHhh!!!"
luo binghe: demon repelling plants and incense, etc.  noted back when he was a disciple as well- before cultivation made him less susceptible to those kind of maladies.  generally has to have his cultivation reduced in some way to exhibit symptoms now.  not very sensitive other than to that category but makes up for it with willingness to keep problem plants around for play on purpose.  groups of three sneezes but often chained for more.  LOTS of dramatic buildup.
(sqq aside: sy was not particularly allergic to anything (singles mostly, which does almost nothing for him), sj was desperately allergic to dust with slight smoke/pollen/fur sensitivities.  repressed faultily thru cultivation such that he is desperately sneezy whenever triggered but almost fully unable to actually sneeze.  when he does it is endless (10+) kitten sneeze chains.) -> "ishh-ischh-itschh-tshh-tshH-hiSHh-iSHh-isshh-'sch!! hhhHH! ih'tzsch! kshh-kssh-isSHh-iSCHh-'schh--" etc
wei wuxian:  allergic to certain kinds of pollen over others.  also dust (cql basically made it canon, i don't make the rules!)  very shameless. since coming back as mo xuanyu, a LOT more sensitive to scent, so perfumes and certain incenses can set him off. also now hilariously sensitive to dry spices actually (& allergic to the bunnies, look, i need it).  double-sneezes.  little buildup if he's not holding back/being induced very specifically.  -> "itchiew-- hIH'tchoo! ih'tsschu-hETCH!'schiew!!"
these are all very self-indulgent ahah i'm blushin (/▽\) (don't hold me to any of these snz sounds LMAO i'm working!! lbh doesn't get a defined snz because my original writings had him and hc being very similar in sound with minor distinctions but then i got out of control writing too much about hc and lost track of the differences so now i am.... buffering on lbh.)
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selkiewife · 10 months ago
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Helaena's "Where would I go?" question. The way she looks so... interested in a way? I can't decide if it's like "Where would I go? I already know the future so I don't know where I could possibly go?" OR... maybe this is the first time someone has presented her with another option... and she is actually totally intrigued. It seems as though she receives kind of waking dreams or visions a lot and can't quite separate herself from the dreaming/real life. I think? Tell me if I'm wrong or if you have another interpretation. She tells Aemond this essentially- even if you killed me it wouldn't change anything. But maybe it would?
I have always said that I LOVE the prophecy inclusion in House of the Dragon because it brings up so many interesting questions. And I think what is the most interesting is the way people REACT to the prophecy- and that seems to be a huge thing in the asoiaf novels as well. You might have a dream or prophecy but interpret it wrong. You may have a dream or prophecy and interpret it "correctly" but go about achieving it "wrong." I'm putting it in quotes because I realize it's much more nuanced than I am describing it. I personally love the idea that the Targaryens are having "correct" dreams about the long night but are trying to solve the problem in the "wrong" way. Like yes, uniting Westeros may seem like the right idea (and I honestly can't blame them for thinking that) but it ultimately becomes a really distracting, brutal, self annihilating side quest? Maybe? Helaena, unlike most of the other dreamers or characters motivated by prophecy in asoiaf, doesn't seem to impose her own ideas or actions onto the prophetic visions she receives. She kind of just receives the visions and she doesn't say- "Oh, here is how I can help this prophecy come to fruition" (like Macbeth or Rhaenyra and now Daemon) or "here is how I can prevent this prophesy from happening" (like Oedipus and Daenys- Daenys being more successful than Oedipus of course lol.) Alicent has also seemed to travel her own "I must prevent the "prophecy" (from Otto) of my sons' death from happening- and yet everything she does to prevent it unfortunately ends up leading to her sons' death...
But Helaena doesn't seem moved to action by her prophetic visions. I think it's because she sees that as futile. It upsets her greatly that she can't prevent the tragedies (like her son's murder.) But! At the same time, she is in a culture that kind of reinforces this idea of passive acceptance. "I can't prevent the evil that I have seen is coming" pairs with Otto's non prophecy real world pragmatism of "this is the way the world is- either play the ugly game or die."
And yet, for the first time in perhaps her life, Alicent asks Helaena if she'd like to go somewhere else- to break script- to break her destined path. And I feel like Helaena seems to consider it for a moment. I think it would be an interesting exploration if Helaena is genuinely asking, "Could I? Could I do this? Could I leave the path that is laid out for me?" I also think it's interesting (and I really love) that it is Alicent that presents this possibility- who has always been such a symbol of walking the path that has been laid out for them. Helaena says later in the episode, "It's all a story. And you're but one part in it. You know your part." But can the part players improvise? Can they go off script? Can they wander off the path? Can they collaborate with the story? Can they change the story?
The finale left me with a lot of these questions. I'm not saying that's a bad thing. I'm just really curious and wish for more exploration of these themes.
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goodlucksnez · 11 months ago
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After the dub of ch/erry magic I had to do something! I love theses two and I need more snz content, the fact both do it in the manga and show i mean come on snzblur get on it! lol
so enjoy the two disaster loves
❗ PLEASE NO REBLOGGING TO NON-KINK BLOGS ❗
script:
Adachi guess who? *covering his eyes from behind*
 Rokkaku
You wound me. And after so much work, I went into making this date the best it can be.
I really don't have anything to compare it to.
Well then I think you'll like the surprise.
If it is like our first one I'm not super thrilled.
Oh, I promise no heights this time, *in his head* even though he was so cute.
I planned a nice romantic walk
Just a walk that is unlike you, Kurosawa.
Well, I wanted to do something a little different.
In his head *He knows how uncomfortable I am in public. He took that into consideration. * All right, let's go.
*walking*
This way. I have never been down this way before.
No wonder this place has been deserted for forever, but it's a good place to hang without anyone looking.
As long as we're not breaking and entering
it's public property, we can go anywhere we wish. Although I think this is the best spot.
*whole picnic laid out*
Did you do all of this?
It was nothing.
Nothing. You set up a whole picnic. And you call that nothing.
I just wanted to see the look on your face. In his head *He's so cute. I don't know much more My heart can take. *
 OK. OK. Well. Since you put in so much work, I guess I can humor you.
Perfect. My king. *bows as if he is royal*
Do you have to be that cheesy?
I guess not.  Come on. This is just one of the surprises.
There's going to be more?
lots more. Since the first one didn't go great, I wanted to pull out all the stops this time. You're getting the royal treatment.
Why am I afraid of that?
Close your eyes.
What?
Come on, close them.
Kurosawa
You know what I want.
Fine.*closes his eyes* But I swear, if you… if you. *snez*
Oh, bless you.
Can I open my eyes now?
You can.
*sees a bouquet of flowers with every kind of different flower you can think off*
 Don't you think this is a bit much?
 Well, I didn't know which kind were your favorite, so how about I get one of each.
Still I must have cost you a fortune.
It was nothing. This is all the payback I need.
I love them,but-*hitching*
are you?
Snez x 3
Bless you. Bless you. Bless you, adachi. Are you OK? Did you catch a cold?
 No, no, no, no. I *snez*
Bless you
have allergies.
Allergies? To flowers?
Yeah. Oh, come on it not that uncommon!
No it just…. Our first date. You didn't have a problem when we went then. I had a bouquet  
well were outside a lot. And I did them in a bag, but
snez* 3
bless you. Bless you. Bless you.
You don't have to bless me after each one. I don't think I'm going to be done for a while.
Oh, adachi. This is all my fault. I'm sorry. I didn't even consider the Possibility you would have allergies. Hmm. I guess that's why in spring you do bring eye drops, don't you?
One of The reasons.*trying to throw the flowers away*  Don’t throw them away,
But you're obviously suffering.
kurosawa I can deal with it. Just like any day in spring,
 I don't want you to suffer. None of this should be bad. It should be magical Your first should be magical.
We already went out our first.
Snez x 3
Bless you , you never seem satisfied with one, do you?
I'm sorry to ask, but do you? *looking for a tissue*
Oh, yeah, um here.
*hands him tissue*
 Thank you.
*blows nose*
 Feel better?
 *in his head* how could I not know he has allergies. Oh, I'm going to be kicking myself in the butt for weeks about this. Oh, look how flushed he is. Still hanging strong for me. My knight in shining armor.
kurosawa, your staring at me?
You're right, you're right. It's just. You're so beautiful.
Even feel like this?
especially like this.
I don't know what you see.
Allow me.
*Kurosawa wiping his nose with a tissue*
*in his head*  Hey, is this OK? He is wiping my nose for me I mean, people aren't around but still, is it too much?
*in kuro head* Ohh he Looks so cute. The way his eyes are watering his nose, all turning all red. So cute. I'm gonna die.
*in ad head*Of course he likes this….*hitching  I mean. Wait, wait.
*snez against the tissue kuro is holding*
Bless you.
Is that all you can say? I just sneezed on your hand. Aren't you mad?
Well, technically you sneezed into a tissue that was in my hand. How could have been mad at you? I'm the one who's causing you to suffer. I'm the idiot boyfriend who bought you flowers.
But still I mean.
I want to do everything with you. And if that means getting a little messy. And I don't mind.
You cant just say that
How about enjoy the rest of the picnic and promise no more flowers.
Good. Because I don’t think my nose can take much more *snez 3
Bless you forever and always.
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hannamoon143 · 11 months ago
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From now on
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Genre: Angst,Fluff,Comfort
Pairings: Non idol hyunjin x fem Reader
Warnings: Vomiting,heat stroke
A/n: it‘s weird cause i wrote this in a suspicious short amount of time,and it‘s also kinda shortt but i had no motivation cause the idea is kinda lame ik.(btw pls give me requesttssss) i just wrote something,lol.(In my eyes it’s my worst one lol)so please have mercy. Take care of yourself and drink enough,especially when it‘s hot!!!❤️
It was quiet.very quiet.Me and hyunjin sat in the back of the bus,our parents in Front of us.I didn‘t think it would be that quiet when my mom told me we would go on a vacation to the beach.Hyunjins and my parents were best friends since they were teenager.Nothing could seperate them.They had wished it would be the same for their children but it wasn‘t like they wanted it to be.I hated hyunjin.and he hated me.we were the same age,but we always stayed out of the others way.i don‘t even know why we hate each other anymore.it just always was like this.but this vacation meant a lot to my mom so i had no chance to stay home with an excuse.it was the same for hyunjin.the bus ride seemed like it would never end.
After five hours in silence it was finally over.i got out the bus and stretched my limbs.We all went into the hotel.my little sister  talked the whole time during the check in,it was a nice thing,compared to the quiet bus ride. Our moms slept together in a room, and our dads in one.it always was like this when they went on a vacation.my sister slept in a room with our moms. My eyes widened when my mom told me who was in a room with who. „Mom.that means i have to sleep in a room with hyunjin?!“i asked. She gave me a little slap on the arm and said: you two know each other since you were born,don‘t act like that y/n.“with a mischievous smile i asked: „aren‘t you afraid?i am in a room with a boy.alone“ she looked at me with her typical i-know-what-you-are trying-to-do-but-it-won’t-work look.i gave up,and went to hyunjin.
 „Hyunjin,i know we hate each other and stuff but we have to get along for this week,for our moms.“ he looked at me with this bitch look,that only girls used usually.he didn‘t respond and just walked towards our room.i rolled my eyes and followed him.i was sure we somehow could have managed to ignore each other,and don‘t fight but this hope was destroyed when we opened the room.hyunjins mouth was wide open,and so was mine.it was very small,and only one big bed,and a little desk with a white chair were in it. Hyunjin didn‘t hesitate and just let himself fall into the bed. „i sleep here“ he mumbled. „Are you serious hyunjin?! There is only one bed,and not even enough space for a matrace on the floor.“ „not my problem“ i let out a dry chuckle. „It will be your problem when i tell your mom.you know she loves me.“ he rolled his eyes,and he looked pretty annoyed but he rolled to the right side.i hated that we had to sleep in the same bed,he did too.we didn‘t talk,we just built a wall of pillows between our sides,and then we went outside the room. On the way to the lobby he hissed into my ear:if you tell anything my mom i will kill you.Our parents wanted to go to the beach. I was glad i could spend time with my sister and my mom before i had to go back into our room. When we were at the beach my sister and i went swimming,we played some games after a while she went playing volleyball with my mom and hyunjins mom,and i wanted to play too,but then hyunjin also came to them so i stayed in my place.i laid down in the warm sand.it was comfortable.maybe a little to comfortable cause when my sister woke me up after two hours my head and my neck felt really hot.hyunjin only grinned at me when he walked by and whispered something that sounded liek red tomato.with a concerned look my mom asked if everything was okay.i said yes,but i was glad when we went back into the hotel.
my head was punding and i felt very tired.back at the hotel i let myself fall onto my sie of the bed.hyunjin groaned. „Take a shower before you go to bed,or the sand will be in the bed. I only hummed in response,eyes closed.he threw a pillow at me.“hey i‘m serious,i don‘t want all the sand in the bed.i again hummed something in response but weakly got up.when i came back after a quick shower with my pajamas on hyunjin chuckleed and said „you look like a tomato.but it‘s no surprise after you slept in the boiling sun.“i shot him a stern look at wich he only smirked more.i felt really exhausted by now,so i didn‘t argue or tease him,like i usually did.at that he looked a bit surprised but he d didn‘t say anything.i just went to bed and quickly drifted off to sleep.
i felt like i only slept a few minutes but when i suddenly woke up it was 2 a.m.my head felt hot,and it hurt alot.when i tried to sit up straight i whimpered.i felt really dizzy,and a throbbing pain went into my head. I sensed hyunjin stirring on the other side of the bed.i tried not to faint or something. „why are you up,it‘s literally 2 a.m ?“he said in a sleepy but grumpy voice.“ when i didn‘t respond he opened his eyes and sat up a little bit. „Y/n?is everything okay?“ i wanted to respond but suddenly a wave of nausea came over me.i quickly got up and sprinted into the bathroom.i made it to the toilet before throwing up. „woah,are you sick or something?“ i could hear a voice behind me.i only whimpered something,leaning over the toilet.i felt so sick it felt overwhelming. „Hey,should i call your mom or something?“ he sounded concerned. „N..no“ he crouched down besides me. „You are very red in the face „he laid a hand on my forehead for a short time „and you are burning hot“ „i..i don‘t know what to do y/n“.he said.he looked worried,but somehow scared.i didn‘t want to make a scene in front of him,but suddenly the nausea,the dizzines,the hotness and the punding in my head got so overwhelming so tears started running down my face. „Y/n? What is wrong?“ hyunjins voice trembled slightly.that onl made me more scared and i started sobbing. „Y/n,do you need something?i..i don‘t know how to help you..“
 „it..it feels so overwhelming“i mumbled between sobs. Hyunjin looked at me,worried but confused.he got up and went out of the bathroom.after a few minutes he was back.he had a bottle of water and his phone with him. „Here drink a little sip from this,and i will call your mom now okay?“ „No! Please…i don‘t wanna ruin her vacation.“ hyunjin looked at me dumbfounded,but he put his phone down.when another wave of dizzines came over me i whimpered and leaned to the cold tiles with closed eyes. „Woah,y/n don‘t faint!you can‘t faint!“ hyunjins voice sounded panicked now.he came closer to my side,and laid a hand on my shoulder. Somehow his touch felt comforting.when my head rolled to the side a bit,he quickly came nearer and now he laid a hand around my waist,to steady me.i leaned into his touch. „Hey,don‘t faint okay? My mom would kill me if i would let you faint in a bathroom.just…lean onto me okay?i laid my head down on his shoulders.i sensed him blushing but i din‘t say anything.after a few moments in silence i suddenly asked:“hyunjin?why do we hate each other so much?“ he looked surprised. „To be honest y/n…i don‘t know…it just always was like this.“ i thought about his words for a moment.he was right.there wasn‘t one day,even when we were children were we didn‘t fight or annoy each other. „But..can we maybe have a new start?like everything from the past is forgotten,and everything that matters is from now on?“ he glanced at me.i didn‘t know what look that was that i saw in his eyes. „Y/n…you are sick right now,you don‘t mean that.i know you hate me“he stared at the wall,his grip on my waist tightening. „But..would‘t you want that too hyunjin? We just hate each other because we alwaysd did but we changed.you are a pretty nice guy to be honest“ he tried to hide it but i saw his small smile. „We could be best friends too like our moms.“ i continued. He looked to the side. Why refused he to look into my eyes?“Hyunjin?“ he sighed. „Y/n you are right.we hate each other because we always did but….you know,you probably don‘t remember that day but we were fourteen years old.i was out alone,i just went for a walk.then some kids started beating me up because at school i was always one of the best and they were jealous or some shit.but then you walked by…you saw that those children said shit to me,and that they punched me.and you beat those kids up.they were literally scared of you.they never did anything to me again.you know..from that day on i saw that you aren‘t even that bad.you are kinda cool.you always were.i was jealous of you sometimes to be honest.you also always were withe the popular kids.you were one of the popular kids.but from that day on i started seeing you different.i didn‘t see you as the annoying daughter from my moms friend anymore you were…that one girl.i think…since then i have a little crush on you.woah i finally confessed.i never thouht i would confess on a bathroom floor after you threw up.“ he nervoously chuckled. 
My jaw almost hit the floor. „Hyunjin you what?? you…have a crush on me? I always thought you hate me even mroe than i hate you.because…i also always knew that you were..kinda cool. To be honest i always told everyone that we were friends in sithx grade because at the new school everyone had a crush on you,and i only was puplar because everyone thought i was friends with you“ i blushed.we both just sat there in silence,my head on hyunjins shoulder.when the pain in my head came back i winced a bit. „Oh right,maybe you shoulg to back to bed“ he mumbled. I nodded and stood up.that wasn‘t the best decicsion because i fell right back to the floor. „y/n! Are you okay?“i nodded again.i wasn‘t prepared when suddenly hyunjin lifter me up like i was a feather. „what are you doing?!“ i almost screamed,with my hand around his neck.one of his arms were under my knees and one on my back. „You can‘t even stand so i‘m not letting you walk.“ he said.i hoped he wouldn‘t see the smile on my face. I hid my face in his t shirt,but after a short time he gently laid me on the bed. „You should try to sleep,but first take this here“ he handed me a pill.I swallowed it with a few sips of water.Then he went to his own side and laid down too. A few minutes passed and i almost was asleep again when suddenly i heard hyunjins voice in the dark again. „ do you mind if we…take the pillows away?“he asked.i never heard him talking so shyly.i responded with a small no and took the pillows away. Now we were facing each other.i couldn‘t help but smile.only the pale moonlight brought a little light into the room.i sensed him moving a bit closer.i almost forgot the dizzines now.we were so close now that i felt his warm breath in my face. „Hyunjin?“
„Yeah?“ 
„Can we start again? The beginning is now,and we forget most things of the past.“
„Yeah let‘s start again“
I smiled and moved even closer to him.he wasn‘t prepared when i nuzzled into his shirt.
„From now on okay?“
 He hid his face in my hair.
„From now on“
A/n: why is this so short and boring.
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