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girlindelusionn · 2 years ago

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oh my god HELLO i just logged back into tumblr and i screamed when i saw the two chapters you posted 😭 THEY ARE SERIOUSLY everything i could’ve dreamt of and more holy shit u are now my fave person in the world. also yes dw i did mean lover by taylor PLS. u have seriously made me the happiest person on the planet and i will be reading all 10k+ words. ily never stop writing

HI LOVE IM SO GLAD YOU'RE LIKING THIS 😭 you're officially my fave person in the world too, ily and thank u for such sweet words!!

here's chapter three <3

i want them all, robin x you (part 3!)

"We could let our friends crash in the living room

This is our place, we make the call"

part 2! part 4!

You leave the living room to go find more ice and smile like an idiot when you see her cleaning a couple of cups on the sink. Seeing her exist so naturally in your own house still made you unreasonably happy.

She was always beautiful, but tonight it was almost too much. Happiness did that for her. And, against all odds, she had been wrong all those times before. People, or a few of them, weren't that bad. Having friends was not a time bomb, a catastrofe waiting to happen, an eternal countdown. It was pretty cool. And it made her happy. So happy.

This year had been absolutely insane. It was exhausting to even think about it. But along the chaos, hatred and tragedy you two had grown closer to people you'd never in the world would’ve thought. I mean, fucking Steve Harrington was in your house right now! And you were okay with it! You were more than okay. You –and don't you ever tell him– kinda liked him..? Sophomore you is probably calling you a traitor in every language possible, how could you like that idiot?

Honestly, it had been just as surprising as it sounds. It’s not like you planned it.

But Robin and you desperately needed jobs during the summer –cause again, the running away thing– and the mall had recently opened so that was the most obvious choice. Besides, it meant spending all that time together without thinking excuses for your parents, and for two hormonal teenagers who had started dating just a couple months before, it was the best news in the world. Until you found out who was the third person that was gonna be working there. No joke, you almost quit on the spot. Not Steve! Literally anyone but Steve. And you knew Robin felt the same, even though she assured you pretty much every day that Tammy Thompson was not someone she thought about anymore.

But he was pretty chill now that he was out of Hawkins High. Which only proved your theory, school was a monster. He was great with kids, (he had a lot of kid friends, that was kinda weird) he knew how to handle customers (unless it was pretty girls) and he would always cover your shift if you needed to. He was also falling for your girlfriend, which wasn’t great but it was a bit amusing. Overall, he was a good guy.

But you liking Steve was only the beginning of the crazy things that happened during the summer. First there was the code, then the fucking elevator, then the russians (how could you forget the russians?) and then the magic kid and the giant monster.

So it was safe to say, summer had been wild.

Autumn had flown by after all that mess, and senior year had been good so far. Nobody tells you how exciting school can be when you have someone to secretly make out with in the bathroom. Your relationship was as good as it's ever been, keeping secrets was basically second nature for both of you. As sad as that might sound.

Good thing is, your mom and dad had decided to take a vacation for the holidays. Three. Entire. Weeks. Of an empty house and a possibility for you two of, inside these four walls, having a normal life. She had packed a bag and told her parents you were going to yet another break up and were in the urgent need of a “girls week”. Sometimes, like two percent of the time, being gay ruled.

You had spent these weeks cooking, reading, singing and wearing down every vinyl on your collection. Doing all those things you normally wouldn't. And it has been the best time of your life. Every time it got clearer and clearer that Robin was who you wanted to spend your life with. Even if that was something you would never confess to her right now. Even if legally that couldn’t even happen.

“You’re staring” she says. You just snort and hug her from behind. Struggling to get to her shoulder.

“Who gave you the right to be this tall, huh? Who do you think you are?” she laughs at your tease, pretending she can't hear what you're saying from so far above. With that she earns a light punch to her side.

“Ow!”

“You deserved it” you say with a smile that gets quickly attacked by her kiss. Surprised, you look at her with your eyebrows up. “What was that?”

“Oh, it's just something called kissing…” she jokes “I can give lessons anytime soon if you want. Ow!” another punch to the side.

“I mean– we have guests in the house”

“So what? They’re over there and it wouldn’t be so bad either if they found out, right?” your face shows confusion but you keep your smile. “Why are you looking at me that way? If you don’t want them to find out, I won’t tell them or do anything in front of them. At least not on purpose, but you know how hard it is for me to actually shut up! I mean the other day Steve heard me say goodbye to you over the phone and I had to tell him my grandma calls me babygirl and–- “

You kiss her again just to shut her up. A very recurrent situation in your relationship.

“I don’t care, Rob. But I thought you did…” you hug her a little tighter and you feel her relax in your arms.

“I mean, it’s not like I want the entire school to know about it… But maybe just Steve?”

“You wanna tell Steve?” you ask once again just to make sure she’s really okay with it.

“Yeah”

“Alright, then we’ll tell him.” you smile and she follows right after “We wait until Nancy and Jonathan are gone?” she nods and you let her continue with the dishes. The music sounds muffled from here, but you can hear laughter above it.

“So, just for the sake of the tradition…” you ask, sitting above the counter, next to her. “Where are you thinking of running away this year?”

She smiles to herself and thinks for a minute before answering, gaze never leaving the cups.

“Honestly… nowhere.”

You gasp, jokingly. “Who are you and what have you done to my girlfriend?”

She laughs a bit, but she’s serious when she says:

“What have you done to me? You made Hawkins a livable place!”

That thought, the fact that she didn’t care about where she was physically as long as she had you, made you melt with love. She was the sweetest person and you loved her so much it hurt. So, naturally, before leaving the kitchen with the ice in hand you have to steal one more kiss from her. You had planned a simple, quick kiss, but your girlfriend decided to grab your face and deepened it. You had cero (0) complaints, of course, but when you hear Jonathan’s steps in the hallway you barely have time to pull away.

“Guys? Steve just landed on the sacred stair and he might have to go back all the way to the start!” he explains as he enters the kitchen. You both hope he wont realize the faint traices of sexual tension left on the air. Or how you two are a liiitle closer than usual “Hurry up!”

You grab the ice and follow him out of the kitchen, not before shooting Robin a grin.

The other two were still in the living room playing some kind of game Dustin had invented. It made absolutely no sense, but Steve had promised to learn the rules and play with him. Robin had landed in some kind of pit so she had lost fifteen turns. Jonathan was a little ahead of you, but he had terrible luck with the dice. You were doing pretty good, but had drawn a curse card at the beginning of the game, which made it impossible for you to advance more than five steps at a time. And Nancy and Steve were currently fighting for the win. Nancy, who had landed on the “silence cave” and could not talk for the next two turns, was four steps behind him, but now Steve had landed on the “Sacred Stair”.

“So now if you get anything but a three you're doomed?” you ask, incredulously, as soon as you sit back on the table.

Nancy nods, Jonathan checks the handwritten manual for the fifth time, and you can’t help but laugh at Steve’s worried face.

“C’mon, Steve. You can do this.” he cheers himself up. You hear Robin scream “WAIT FOR ME” from the kitchen. A couple seconds later she's back at her spot next to you.

“Give me a three, a three, a three…” he throws the little dice a little too hard, it rolls and rolls and falls under the table. “NOBODY MOVE” All of you four find it hilarious how seriously he was taking this game.

“ITS A FIVE” informs your girlfriend with a smile on her face.

“NO WAY”

“YOU LOST!” joyfully screams Nancy, who was also taking this more seriously than she should.

“WHERE IS IT?”

“Now you have to go back to the book of secrets, babe” laughs her boyfriend.

“ITS A FUCKING FIVE. OH, C'MON!” he laments “After all the time that I spent trying to get the fives for the Philosopher Monster!”

And for a second everyone is happy –except for Steve, obviously– and for the first time in your life you are certain you have found your people.

The rest of the night practically flies by and when you all notice it’s ten thirty. Jonathan and Nancy had promised to be home by eleven, to celebrate with their families, so they say goodbye and thank you for the invitation. Nancy doesn’t lose the opportunity to make fun of Steve one more time before leaving.

“Let’s do this again sometime!” says Jonathan, kind as always.

“Yes! Can’t wait to beat you again, Steve!”

“Oh, shut up”

After a little more bickering the couple is gone and Steve stands by the door awkwardly. You know the problem, he didn’t have any family to spend the night with and he was also too embarrassed to tell you both, which was ridiculous.

“Well… I should get going too…”

“Steve, dingus, you can stay over '' clarifies Robin. His face lights up a bit, but he’s still a bit unsure.

“You’re sure?” he asks you, the owner of the house.

“Of course, Harrington.” You smile and he gives you a hug that catches you off guard. He even takes advantage of the height difference too and lifts you a little off the ground. You laugh and hit him on the back of the head, jokingly. “Put me down, idiot!” he does so and thanks you once more “Now, when you had the genius idea of knocking the board off the table–“

“Nancy’s fault!”

“… you also knocked the little carrots, I want them out of my floor by the time I’m done with dishes. Robin you’re in swapping duty, or the spilled soda it's gonna end up sticking to the floor”

“Yes, ma’am!” They both say. Posing as soldiers, with hands on their foreheads. You roll your eyes, and make your way to the kitchen.

After a while of tedious cleaning, —those damn carrots had flown everywhere— you take downstairs the couple of mattresses you kept for visitors and make a big bed in the middle of the living room. Steve’s early Christmas gift for Robin and you, a Queen record, was playing softly in the background and the clock on the wall marked fifteen minutes till midnight.

Steve’s in the bathroom but Robin and you are already in bed. She’s nervous, you can tell. She’s slightly trembling and fidgeting with her hands. It isn’t really the first time you both do this, but it’s as terrifying as the last time:

You two walk the distance between your math class and Mr Hauser’s classroom as you damn this fucking school for being so closed minded. All you wanna do right now is hold her shaking hand.

“We don't have to do this, you know?”

“But I want to.” She reminds you. You’re unsure “I really do. I'm just a bit nervous.”

“Are you sure this is gonna be fine? Maybe we could start with someone safer?” you offer when you face the door. Robin shakes her head no.

“Trust me, there’s no one safer than Mr Hauser.” you’re still not a hundred percent convinced, but she looks sure of her words and you would trust her with your life, so you knock on the door.

You both enter after you hear his “come in!”. He looks surprised to see you.

“Robin! Y/N! How nice to see you both” he greets.

“Hi” says Robin, who’s getting more and more nervous every second that passes.

“Hi, Mr Hauser.”

You occupy the first two seats as you chat about your winter break. Well, you and Mr Hauser, Robin is weirdly quiet because of the nerves. You try to help by holding her hand under the table.

“All the way to California?” the teacher is telling you about the winter break he spent visiting his family “That must have been nice"

“Yes! Great weather. And I even managed to find a copy of–”

“SO WE'RE DATING” says Robin out of the blue. You look at her astonished. “Y/N and I, we’re kinda– not kinda, we’re dating.” she explains. Her face is the same shade of red as her converse.

“Oh…” he says with a confused smile. You hold your breath, you know how much Mr Hauser means to her and not having his support would be devastating for Robin. “That’s great! I’m happy for you both"

You continue with the conversation, Robin actually participating this time. You even get to tell him all about your traveling plans. You also find out Mr Hauser was already aware of Operation Croissant, apparently Robin told him all about it, and he confesses he pretty much knew there was something going on between you two.

You’re having a really good time, but after a while you need to go. Today you had a geography test and you needed every second possible to study so you say goodbye to her and the teacher and make your way to the library. As soon as you leave Robin turns back to see Mr Hauser, who’s looking at her with a grin, waiting for her to talk.

“I know that you feel like I'm rushing into this, and it's probably a bad idea to make all these plans when we’re so young and delusional but—” she starts to ramble.

“Robin…"

“No, no, I know what you’re gonna say. ‘That’s just me being really in love for the first time’ but honestly it feels like i'm never gonna love anybody but her. Which I know sounds ridiculous cause we’re only seventeen and we have all our lives ahead of us an–”

“I was going to say that you look genuinely happy for the first time, Robin.” he explains with a small smile.

“Oh…” she breathes “I am. I really am.”

“Then there’s nothing more to say.”

So the whole telling Mr Hauser had gone well, and chances were telling Steve would go just as good. But it still felt awfully scary.

“STEVE, CAN YOU HURRY UP, DUDE?” Robin yells at him. She just wants to let it out.

“IM IN THE BATHROOM” he complains.

“AND WHAT’S TAKING YOU SO LON—?”

“WE DON’T WANT DETAILS. I REPEAT, WE DO NOT WANT DETAILS” you look at her with an ‘are you insane?’ look. Robin shrugs and you sight. “Rob, it’s gonna be okay, dummy. It’s just Steve.”

She looks at you and you know she’s really trying to believe you, but it's just not that simple.

“I know, I know. It 's just… too much, sometimes.” She shows her trembling hands and this time you do kiss her, taking advantage of the fact Steve’s still in the bathroom. Starting to realize this might be the last time hiding kisses. At least from him.

That sounded wonderful. So wonderful you kiss her even fondly. She accepts it, running her hand through your hair.

“WHAT?”

Oh, fuck.

You drift apart from your girlfriend, who is still too shocked to even speak. She has the same guilty smile as you do. Like two kids caught red handed.

“…WHEN? W— WHAT?”

You might have broken Steve.

“YOU TWO ARE…” he starts to guess.

“Dating, yeah.” You explain. But that doesn’t erase his frown and confused gaze.

“For how long?” He says after a few seconds of silence.

You turn to Robin with a knowing look. “…a while”

“FOR HOW LONG Y/LN?” He’s not mad, just surprised. How could he have missed this completely?

“Nine months.” you reply.

“WHAT? SO YOU WERE ALREADY DATING WHEN I MET YOU?”

“Technically–” finally speaks Robin “ …yes. But only for a few weeks.”

“Wait, and all that time I…”

“Wanted to bang my girlfriend?” You complete his sentence “Yes, that was funny. But I don’t blame you, though, look at her.”

“Oh, shut up” complains Robin, rolling her eyes at you. You respond by sticking your tongue out. She tries to hide her smile, but, as always, fails miserably.

You’re about to make fun of her yet again, but remember Steve’s still sitting in front of you. He’s wearing one of your giant t-shirts, those he's been trying to steal for the longest time, you make a mental note to make sure he actually gives it back before leaving tomorrow morning. He’s still processing, you think, but just to make sure Robin asks:

“Are you… Are you okay with it?” there’s worry in her voice and that makes him snap out of his thoughts.

“Of course!” he assures and you feel her breathe again. It physically hurts to see her that anxious. She didn’t deserve a single bad thing. Ever. “I mean it’s a lot. And I feel like an idiot for not noticing–”

“Oh, that’s old news, Steve.” Robin chuckles, he doesn't find it as funny.

“Well I was gonna talk about how you two are actually a match made in heaven and how I'm so happy for you guys, but whatever...”

“Dear God, you’re such a drama queen.”

“Come over here, you dingus.”

You three hug and when you drift apart Robin’s smile could light up the room. You have never seen her smiling so big. It takes you every bit of self control to not kiss her right there on the spot.

Then you remember. You can! You can kiss her right here right now! In front of someone!

So you do.

“Gross!” Jokes Steve. Earning not one but two punches, one in each shoulder.

#wlw #stranger things #robin buckley #robin buckley x you #dating robin buckley #robin buckley x female reader #lgbt #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #nancy and jonathan

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anna-scribbles · 3 years ago

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OMG IM SO EXCITED I CANT BELIEVE I ACTUALLY GOT AN INVITATION TO TALK ABOUT THIS!!

Ok your art trademark/the things that say “this was drawn by anna-scribbles”:

1. The Babie™️ factor. This is extremely important. when u are drawing kids/teens you make them look like actual kids/teens in the most adorable way possible. It’s the first thing that stuck out to me about ur art when I started seeing your stuff and it’s what made you become a favorite shortly after. They are so precious I want to squeeze their cheeks!!!! And that is the correct way to draw all the ML kids please and thank you.

2. I’ve told you this before but I love love love the way you draw mouths/smiles. It feels so pure and genuine and Anna™️. Also just expressions in general you are crazy good at and I often find myself looking thru your art tag for examples when I’m struggling with that haha.

3. The big ole adorable eyes!! Especially with the eye shines 🥺

4. The floofiness of chat’s hair is immaculate I’m obsessed. And for ML artists I think that is somewhat of a signature for you haha

5. Good line economy 👌 like it just has the likes that need to be there idk lol even your sketchier stuff just looks clean and simple and wonderful. I think simplicity is an underrated/overlooked skill in art tbh!! i just feel like you have the right amount of detail to convey your message and vibes and the richness of the piece comes through the characters’ emotions rather than a lot of detail in the actual art of that makes sense.

as for the thing that I find most remarkable about your art, it’s the heart!! Every piece feels so full of love and care and thoughtfulness, whether it’s a silly piece or an angsty one. You can master technical skills to an impressive level and yet still lack substance in your art, if you know what I mean, but every one of your pieces, even the little doodles, feels so full. Idk I just think you have a lovely spark in the way you see the world and that comes through really clearly in your art. You’re just a really special creator 💜💜

the following screenshots from your animatic “obvious” may serve as depictions of my feelings about your art and also as examples of the points above. thank you for your time.

MARYSSA WHAT IS THIS. WHY ARE YOU SO NICE TO ME. OUR BEEF IS CANCELED BC I AM CRADLING YOUR FACE IN MY HANDS AND GIVING U A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD 😭🤍

1. listen i draw them babie simply because they are. they are young and silly and full of love. but seriously it means the world to me that this aspect stands out to you bc i rly try to make them look their age sjfndknf <3

2. STOP ILY. MY SMILES COME FROM U BC U ALWAYS MAKE ME SMILE

3. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

4. again i simply try to communicate the truth. which is that chat’s hair is very extremely fluffy. i would never want to mislead the population

5. this is so sweet i’m gonna CRY 😭😭 this is something that i really just go off of Vibes with so the fact that it stands out/is meaningful to you is !!!!!??

maryssa i am 😭😭🤧🤧😭😭😭😭‼️‼️ this is such a huge compliment bc u have the most heart of pretty much anyone i know. you are such a talented artist and storyteller yourself and you have such an eye for detail that hearing you say things like this just makes me heart go !!!!!!!

ily 😭😭 everyone go follow @carpisuns and shower her with love immediately

#i am CRYING this was just supposed to be a CUTE ART TAG ASK GAME and now i’m 😭😭😭😭😭😭#maryssa carpisuns my beloved #asks

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ameliasbitvh · 3 years ago

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ahhhh! thank you all soso much for the 300 followers! i just hit 200 last week?! how are there 300 of you? i honestly don’t know, but i started this account as a place to just read smut and then i decided to post on here. the reason why my first post was angst was because i was being a slut for angst to feel something in those few moments- okay i’ll stop myself right there. for this milestone i’m going to do mutual appreciation for the moots i’ve interacted with the most so far! (if we’re moots and u wanna interact pls do, i’m not scary!)

okayy first up,

@underappreciated-spoon-321

i love you so much bby, i could not believe it when you followed me. i was legit crying happy tears and i specifically remember you followed me after i posted “needy” random lol.

your writing is immaculate, absolutely lovely. ur smut *chefs kisses* i love that you put up with my shit photos that i send you and that you actually ask for more- but it baffled me when you first interacted with me, this was my reaction

*deep breath* “omfg! (ur username) just interacted with me, wtf do i do?!” also ur nick name reminds me of belly from dear, draco.

i’m not writing a lot, bc for your sleepover i wrote you a damn paragraph 😭 but i love u sm belly!! 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

@dracoskinks

ARI! i love talking to you, bc i can talk about anything and when i say anything i mean anything. like kinks, porn, random draco scenarios, etc… you are one of the funniest people i have seen on this app.

ur blunt and funny at the same time, it just makes it more fun to talk to you. ur smut is soso good, bc i don’t find a lot of smut with a dom!reader and sub!draco.

i remember you followed me, so out of curiosity i checked out your blog and saw your piss kink fic and that did it for me. after that i followed you back and we became moots ajnwja. when ur first account got terminated you scared me so fucking much, because i thought you were going to leave tumblr forever. don’t. ever. play. like. that. again. i’m glad we became moots bc i fucking love you <3

@opalsheart

I LOVE YOU SM! i think u were the first moot that i interacted with in direct messages, bc you had tea to spill, and ever since than we’ve been #4lifers. you send me edits and hate on t*m felton with me on instagram. you were the first mutual to know what i looked like lmaoo. u r an absolute goddess, bestie, like what- i know that you can pull anyone you want, so stop playing when you talk about someone.

even though we have a fucking 12 hour time difference, we still find time to talk to each other. it is so fun talking with you and the fact that when we talk it’s night for one of us. you let me send that stupid tik tok of ed sheeran and t*m felton to you and it probably haunts your dreams now ajnwajsj-

i appreciate that you study ur MF ass off for your exams, bc i could never. and you even send me those cute memes when i wake up- also we better be watching those true crime documentaries, bc i’m still waiting. idc if we have a time difference :) anyways ILY SM ELLIE !! <3

@laceycallisto

okay- where do i even get started with this. we first interacted when i reblogged that draco fan fic and we reblogged talking about how desperate we were trying to find that iconic fic. and i forgot that the creator could see all the reblogging we were doing- you texted me directly about adding my name into your tags, which obviously i agreed to. then we just started talking about random shit like how we were superior because we were june geminis. or how we talked about being in love with remus lupin.

i have vivid flash backs of how your remus fic hurt me. i cried my false lashes off proof reading janajaj- bestie- you’ve seen me cry ajnwja- your writing is ethereal, i don’t know how you can see that? your so nice too, like girly u gave me ur netflix within like a day of knowing each other 💀 we watched bridgerton in two mother fucking sittings. we ate that bridgerton hoe up!

all ur input on the scenes were so funny like the “with child” and “dicking” comments 😭 i love how it’s so easy to talk to you about everything, like how dumb i am- even talking about the privilege of being poc and not burning in the sun. bruh u even let me tag u in dumb tik tok videos, like what?! and i think your the only mutual i have that’s in the same time zone as me… also we better binge the next season. but ily sm, ur like my older sister, even if u say ur life is shitty 😭 <3

@dracomalfoys-wh0re

honestly, kacia. i owe a lot to you for my account being “found” or whatever, bc you reblogged a fic of mine, i’m pretty sure it was “common room” and that’s when i started getting notes and followers najajwjwj- you might not know that but i do 💀 i will forever remember that.

you literally were one of the first accounts ever- to follow me. and i won’t lie, i went crazy when u followed me because i love your fics so much! you are so funny and blunt too i swear 😭

and can we talk about your tom riddle fic? like?!the fact that you really showed tom’s true personality and character. every world had me enthralled further into the fic, the way you wrote him is exactly how i think tom riddle would act towards his s/o. his toxicity and gaslighting is too accurate.

moving on from the discussion of your fic, which is amazing, ily sm babe!!

@yoooespinosa

we’ve interacted a few times and when u texted me directly saying that you thought i was sweet, i literally went, “omg- people think i’m sweet” in a good way, not bad jkwajjw- can i just get started on your writing, because oh. my. fucking. god. it is the most captivating and heart breaking thing i’ve ever seen- the emotions that you put into every word completes the entire fic. every angst piece that you have written, made me cry or made something inside me just twist with sadness. it is truly lovely and magnificent.

how do ur fics not get thousands of notes? because everyone should see what you write, it’s unfair that others haven’t seen your fics. when u explained your dream to me, i swear you practically wrote a whole fic 😭

i remember u said that you wanted to do a face reveal, but we’re scared. bestie what are you scared of? you look like an ANGEL!! and if anyone were to disagree, they are obviously blind. but ily bestie <3

@o-rion-sta-r

BESTIE BAE ORION i love you so much!interacting with you is honestly so fun. and i remember like literally yesterday we were trying to figure out ari’s time zone and we were freaking out. you, ari, and me all have a fucking time difference 😭 it sucks so much!

at least every day you ask me how my days been and i think that’s so sweet, because before i got on tumblr people didn’t ask that question. i appreciate that you ask me that and just random questions in general, because i love interacting with you so much. and you should start writing bby! i will reblog anything you write, also ily sm <3

@ilygw

we don’t talk a lot, but you seem like a fun person! i love seeing all the edits you post on here, bc honestly i need more ferret boy content. i know there is a lot, but i feel like i’ve seen all of them. until i see you posting a new edit and i’m like, “okay… i guess i haven’t seen every draco edit” but that’s all i have lol, ly!!

@arcaneslut

to be honest, you seemed so intimidating to me. i know you said you’re not, but to me you seemed really scary even though i knew you weren’t 😭 i just interacted with you recently and you are so sweet i swear! i love all ur fics, especially “and then i felt nothing” because when i read this fic you better believe i was crying so hard- to the point where i couldn’t breath- everything was written so beautifully, i couldn’t believe it.

i love how one thing we share in common is losing our phones 💀 but i just wanted to say thank you for explaining the whole sleepover and celebration things to me! even tho we just started interacting i already love u!!

moots bc i’m in love with all of them: @just-a-smol-spoon @dreamy-clousds @dracoskinks @unedibledaisyduck @thatsassyhufflepuff @a-aexotic @l0vely-lupin @gothboutique @wolfstar4lifee @littlemissnoname13 @deatthfairy @arcaneslut @ladyvesuvia @laceycallisto @dracossweetprincess @the-lonely-poet-loves-to-weep @realityblocked @harmqnia @yoooespinosa @opalsheart @lilscloud @cupids-crystals @mellifluousart @lunas-kisses @malfoysmainb @klauscarolove @crystxlss @beforeoursunsets @marrymetheonott @queeriacs @electriclocean @dlmmdl @o-rion-sta-r @sfdlm @ilygw @desiredmalfoy @underappreciated-spoon-321 @draco-and-tom @hellounicorn @mugglesthesedays @dracomalfoys-wh0re

if i didn’t tag u it’s bc i can’t tag more than 50 blogs :(

#eve’s 300 moot appreciation

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seasideheeseung · 3 years ago

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Paris, 1992; Lee Heeseung - Chapter Two

summary: it was forbidden - this glaring fact being a quarter of the reason why you couldn't stop.

the other three-fourths, being that from the moment you met him, you couldn't stay away from him. you had not planned on traveling to the city of love, much less becoming another cliche under the gloomy sky, but alas. Paris is not meant to be explored alone. and you had never met another man as beautiful and stunning as Lee Heeseung in Paris of 1992.

truthfully, if you could go back? you wouldn't change a single thing.

pairing: lee heeseung x reader

genre: romance, college!student hee, actually perfect heethungie all around. help-

word count: at this point like 7k I’m p sure (rip to my fingers god)

warnings: this fic will include themes of infidelity, adultery, adult content (drinking, etc.), and just general very Grown themes. if any of these themes make you feel uncomfortable, please do not read this fic!

song rec: comptine d`un autre ete - l`apres-midi - yann tiersen

playlist: here

wattpad vers.: here

a/n: Besties.... It’s 5 am as I’m writing this. I’ve been working on this chapter ALL NIGHT LONG and I just really hope yall enjoy it as much as I did. Also if ur curious about Heeseung’s apartment, you can actually look at it here, lol. Except, the furniture in it is way different looking compared to Hee’s. Anyway! If there are any typos pls spare me bc like I said, its an ungodly hour in the morning and I’m dead inside. This fic took it out of me so uhhh I rlly hope yall enjoy it. I love u all so much, and also I love paris heeseung, god. ok. ily bye!!!

Chapter One / Chapter Two

The rain is gone by the time you’ve finished your dinner, but the smell still accompanies you as you walk down the thin pathway, passing apartment after apartment under the full moon hung high above Paris. The cab drive was short, only about fifteen minutes, but the neighborhood may as well be one from a different planet.

The large complexes are mismatched colors of baby blues, tans, and whites, all with black rooftops.Their balconies jut out from the marble of their foundations, and they are beautiful. They look exactly how you’d expect them to.

You aren’t sure how you finally manage to find Heeseung’s apartment, but once you do, you notice how your hands begin to shake with nerves. What if he thinks you’re crazy for finding his apartment? What if he’s not even home? God, what if someone else answers the door?

You climb the stairs with horrible thoughts swirling around in your head, each step only deepening the anxiety you feel growing in your stomach. At the very least, you can just give the license back, and be on your way. The sky outside was turning a burnt blue, you should be going back to the hotel anyway.

All too quickly, you come face to face with a large, oak door. It is encrusted with a gold-plated number 12 on the front, with a small peep hole slightly below it. There is no knocker, so you raise your hand gently, taking a deep breath, before you rap lightly on the wood. All the anxiety you felt just a few moments ago has increased ten-fold, and you feel yourself holding your breath when you hear soft footsteps behind the door, starting to near.

Heeseung is just as beautiful the second time you see him as the first.

He’s adorning a pastel purple hoodie, paired with gray sweatpants and slippers. His hair is messy, like the wind from outside has tossed it around a bit, but his face is still kind. His eyes are still soft.

Once his eyes focus on you, his head tilts gently to the side. You see the surprise in his eyes, and for a second, you let yourself be thankful that it was him who answered the door.

“Y/N?” Heeseung asks, looking down at you, “What are you doing here?”

You quickly pull out his license from the jacket pocket and hold it up to him, smiling in embarrassment.

“You forgot this in your pocket. I figured you’d want it back.”

You ignore the fact that he remembered your name and watch him expectedly.

His doe eyes go even wider than they already are, and then, he’s laughing. He’s laughing, and you have to keep yourself from feeling even more embarrassed.

“O-Oh my god! I didn’t even realize.” He easily takes the piece of plastic from you before setting it down on the small table next to the doorway, next to his keys. He is smiling when he looks back at you.

“That could have been bad, thank you for bringing it back to me.”

“No problem,” You say swiftly, “I was going to leave it at your work but I figured you’d be more freaked out by then, if you weren’t able to find it or… yeah.”

You chew on the inside of your lip as Heeseung nods in understanding, glad when he does.

“You’re right, I would have gone mad by then, truthfully.” He chuckles again before realizing the position you’re both in.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, would you like to come inside?”

Your heart leaps into your throat, nearly sending you into a flush of redness and rambles, but you manage to contain yourself as you look past Heeseung and into his apartment. It’s well-lit and gives off a cozy feel. You want to say yes, you really do. But it is already late, and you don’t want to bother him.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He says without an ounce of judgment, “I know it’s kind of weird, being invited into someone’s apartment whom you met, like, two hours ago.”

“No, that’s not it.” You say, even though he has a point, “It’s just.. I don’t want to impose.”

Heeseung’s brows furrow before he shakes his head, grinning widely, “Not at all, I promise! I was actually taking a break from studying, anyway. Here-”

He steps to the side, opening the door even more for you, and now you have nothing holding you back from stepping into his apartment.

Without overthinking the situation, you finally step over the door’s threshold and inside, heart beating firmly in your chest, and eyes beginning to wander.

The apartment has wooden floors, and the hallway you enter through leads you straight forward to the main part of his home. Once the hallway expands open into the actual space, you’re in Heeseung’s living room. There is a couch pressed against the wall to the left, and a small coffee table placed just in front of it. His living room is decorated nicely, with a throw rug, standing lamps on each side of the couch, and even some flowers placed nicely on the coffee table. His couch has throw pillows and even a small blanket strewn across the back. Two windows are built into the wall across from the entrance, and you can see the moonlight and street lighting shining in.

The space is big enough to encompass a small dining table, directly to your left, and farther from it is an opening that marks the entrance to the kitchen, with its uniquely-colored tiled floors. When you look back, you see that Heeseung’s bedroom is wedged past the doorway to the right, almost like a small nook, which leads into a large bedroom, almost tucked away.

The most noticeable part of Heeseung’s apartment is the amount of books he has, some tucked away in corners, a few used as a small table to hold a tea cup, and a couple even placed on the small television he has against the wall on the right. Books take up almost every clear space he has, but they don’t look messy or sloppy. They look nice and pretty in their spaces.

“My apartment is built weird,” He speaks suddenly, fingers tangling together as he looks bashful down at you, “Sorry.”

It’s your turn to laugh, and suddenly, you can’t imagine Heeseung having any other apartment than this one. It’s small but cozy, and it smells like him. There’s art on the walls, cities and sketches, and he shouldn’t be insecure about it. It may just be the prettiest place you’ve ever been in, which is saying something, considering the hotel you’ve been at for the past couple of weeks.

“I like it.” You smile at him, now taking off the jacket he let you wear before placing it on the back of one of his dining table chairs, “It’s very you.”

He gives you a shy smile before half-walking half-skipping to his couch in an awkward little run, which makes you want to laugh again.

“I didn’t expect company, sorry if it’s a bit- yeah.” He begins cleaning up his mess of textbooks and pens, also trying to grab his leftover coffee cup before shoving all his stationery into his backpack nearby and taking the cup to the kitchen sink. You hear him rinse it out and set it down before he comes back, letting out a deep breath.

“You can sit down, if you’d like.” He motions toward the couch and makes his way to it as well. You nod and sit down, crossing your legs underneath yourself silently before letting your eyes roam the apartment again. Heeseung settles in next to you, joining you in looking around. He’s more awkward now than he was at the restaurant, but in a really endearing way, and the thought makes you smile.

After a few moments of scanning some of his books, your eyes settle on a particularly large one, and you look a bit confused before glancing back at Heeseung. His eyes flash from you to the book, and then he’s standing, already reaching to pick it up and bring it back to you.

“Have you ever read Anna Karenina before?”

You shake your head no, and Heeseung flicks his fingers over the pages easily, finding where he left off.

“What’s it about?” You ask, interested as he shows you how long the pages are.

“Adultery.” He says simply, looking at you. You lock eyes with him before he’s giggling, scooting closer to hand you the book. You take it in your hands, feeling it’s weight before you look through the pages yourself.

“It’s actually about love,” Heeseung says, “And sacrifice. Sacrifice for the one you love, really.”

“And you like it?” You ask him, eyes still on the book.

“I think it’s an important book. And I wouldn’t have it if I didn’t like it, would I?” He’s half teasing, but you can tell he means it.

“Maybe I need to read it then.” You say, finally looking back at him, eyes soft.

Heeseung blinks at you for a second before his face softens, fingers moving trace over the cover of the book fondly.

“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.”

You’re surprised by his words, and swallow thickly as he retracts his hand back, folding it in his lap. “Tolstoy wrote that. It’s a quote... from the book.” He nods, finally relaxing back against the couch.

“Wow.” You say, genuinely impressed. Not only by the words but by the fact that Heeseung can recite it from memory. It makes you wonder what other quotes he remembers off the top of his head.

“Yeah, it’s filled with all types of passages like that. You’d like it.”

“How do you know I’d like it?” You ask him shyly.

“Because everyone likes love, don’t they?”

You don’t know how to reply to that, so you simply hand him the book back carefully and press your palms together in pure uncertainty.

Heeseung sets the book down on the coffee table and then moves to stand, “Would you like some tea?”

You’re glad he doesn’t press the question from a few moments ago as you nod, “Yes, please.”

Heeseung hums and then turns to the kitchen, disappearing to one side for a second before setting two cups near the sink. He grabs the kettle and fills it with water, allowing it to reach the completely full point before he sets it on the stovetop and turns the heat up, clearly having done this many times.

“Sugar or milk?” He asks, glancing over at you.

“Both?” You ask, suddenly remembering the situation earlier at the restaurant with the bread. Your stomach does a strange flip for some reason, and by the face Heeseung is making, you can tell that he remembered it too.

“You know what I think?” He says, almost like it’s a thought he’s just blurting out loud, before moving to the fridge.

You stay silent, and he speaks again after a few seconds.

“I think you’re the kind of person who doesn’t like to miss out on multiple things. You like to have everything life has to offer, almost like you’re too scared it’ll slip from your grasp if you give it the chance. You want everything, simply because you don’t want to be left with nothing.”

You’re quiet for a bit longer before finally speaking up, “And you got that from my answer of just sugar and milk?”

He laughs and drops two tea bags into the mugs, shaking his head.

“Sort of, it’s just the impression I get from you. I could be wrong.”

He’s not. But you don’t tell him that.

Instead, you change the subject.

“I actually just hate bitter tea. I dislike bitter drinks in general actually. What about you?”

He makes a face like he has to catch up to your words, like he wasn’t expecting that response, and then he answers.

“I’m the same way. I don’t think we should drink bitter drinks or suffer through food we personally dislike just because others think we should. Do you know how many of my friends get on my case because I dislike black coffee?”

You nod understandingly, “Oh my god, yeah. Or, like, how many people judge me for not liking onions.”

Heeseung stops in his tracks, eyeing you from across the room.

“Wait, you don’t like onions? What are you, a monster?”

You laugh loudly as a teasing smile makes its way to his face. He tuts playfully, and in that moment, you suddenly realize just how much Heeseung makes you laugh.

“What do you season your food with when you’re cooking it, salt and pepper?” Heeseung laughs at his own lame question, and you stand to look at the art on his walls, already ready to defend yourself.

“Actually, I like onions for seasoning, just not, like, raw onions on burgers or things like that.”

“Ah,” Heeseung says like he understands, “So if I gave you a burger with onions on it, you’d hate me. Noted.”

You laugh, “However, I like onion rings.”

He gives you a bewildered look.

“You make absolutely no sense.”

You both laugh together before the kettle goes off, and then Heeseung is pouring the scorching liquid into the mugs and adding the sugar and milk to them. He drops a spoon in each one easily before bringing them over to where you stand, handing you yours carefully.

“Careful, it’s hot.” He warns you softly before eyeing the art you’re looking at, beginning to stir his tea.

“What’s that?” You ask, pointing to a particularly large painting on the wall. It’s obviously hand painted, and it looks like a jumbled mess of buildings and colorful lights.

“I painted that when I first came to Paris. I took this art class at university and they told us to paint the strongest emotion we felt in that moment, so I painted the city.”

“The city was the strongest emotion you felt in the moment?” You grin.

“No, the feeling of a new beginning was.”

You’re flustered when Heeseung does that, and it feels like he does it a lot. When he goes from doing something like joking about onions moments before, but then when he goes on to saying something so honest, so real, it leaves you absolutely speechless where you stand.

You look over the painting for a few more seconds before going back to smiling at Heeseung - actually smiling at him this time. He holds your eyes and smiles back at you.

You bring the mug up to your lips to finally taste your tea, and for the first time tonight, you catch Heeseung do something you don’t expect.

His eyes travel to your lips suddenly, the way they form around the mug, and they focus in on them for a second. Heeseung swallows thickly before forcing his eyes back toward the paintings again, and it makes you stop drinking entirely.

“Do you want to see something cool?” Heeseung blurts, still not looking at you.

“Sure.” You say, expecting him to show you another book or another painting. Instead, he glances over toward his bedroom.

You give him a look, and then he’s rushing to explain himself.

“I have a balcony in my bedroom. You can see the Eiffel Tower from it.”

You suddenly forget all about what happened with the mug and nod excitedly, already motioning for Heeseung to lead the way. He chuckles and leads you to his bedroom

Heeseung’s bedroom isn’t all that different from the rest of his apartment. His bed has white sheets on it, made perfectly and with no creases, and he has a soft-looking blue blanket folded at the bottom of it. His nightstand isn’t a nightstand at all, just one of those three-tier roller carts someone would use for kitchen storage, filled with items. On the top, there’s a desk lamp, an alarm clock, a candle, and some room sprays. On the second, he has a number of books, all lined up along the length of the tier. On the very bottom, he has lotions, facial cleansers, and cologne bottles. You’re genuinely surprised at this, since you don’t know any other man who has a skincare routine.

His books overflow onto his floor, of course, and they’re stacked along the wall near his closet in neat piles. You wonder if he’s read all of the books he has, or if he’s never actually ready any of them, given a few here and there. Either way, you like the books. You like that he’s not afraid to indulge in something as personal as reading.

Heeseung has two fish tanks, both situated right next to each other, containing one fish in each. The tanks are across from his bed, and the lights from inside reflect onto the walls, casting a mirage of blues, purples, and greens all merged together. The fish inside swim around happily, and you notice that one is smaller than the other.

“Are those Betta fish?” You ask curiously, moving to see the two. One has stripes like a tiger. The other is a beautiful blue color.

“Yeah, they’re not allowed to be in the same tank because they’ll kill each other. But I put their tanks close by so they know that even though they’re separated by foggy glass, they still aren’t alone all the time.”

“That’s sweet.” You reply, grinning at him. He laughs.

“It’s sweet until the male gets all territorial and flares up. It only lasts a few seconds though before he’s back to swimming around. The girl just minds her own business, she doesn’t care too much for him.”

“I’m sure they appreciate the gesture, anyway.”

Heeseung smiles and lets you continue looking around his room.

There’s no desk in the room, just the closet remains, and another door you assume leads to his bathroom, so it’s safe to say that he does all his classwork either in the living room or on his balcony. You can see a small table settled on it, with two chairs as well, and it’s very quaint. Small, but nice. Heeseung’s closet is closed, so you make your way to the balcony entrance, finally ready to see it.

Heeseung opens the small door for you, and you climb out and onto the balcony. It’s black and made of metal, and the table you spotted is situated in the middle of the whole place. You take a seat and watch as Heeseung does the same, only closing the door behind him afterward.

“Ready?” He asks, giving you a knowing look.

You nod.

Heeseung looks over for a second, before pointing somewhere in the distance, “Eiffel Tower.”

His face is smug as he waits for your reaction.

You follow his finger and see it. Typically, when people first see the Eiffel Tower, it is closer up, and in a very extravagant manner. But here, right now, the way you’re seeing it, with Heeseung in front of you and the structure looking about five inches tall, you’re glad you’re seeing it this way. Like it’s a small toy, glinting in the distance. Besides, if it were any bigger, it would distract you from the beautiful boy sitting a few inches in front of you, and you’d take this over that any day.

“It’s beautiful.” You comment, watching as the lights on it sparkle, “It’s probably really pretty up close, too.”

“Beautiful things are just as beautiful up close as they are far away,” Heeseung hums, “Beautiful things keep their beauty regardless of the circumstances.”

You look at him, and a few beats pass.

“Where did you learn to talk so eloquently?”

It’s silent for a few seconds, and then Heeseung is doubling over with laughter, face contorting in amusement.

“I’m not- I don’t. I’m not eloquent, I just say everything that I’m thinking.”

You grin at him, “No, I mean it! It’s like every other thing you say is some profound beautiful thing that you have tons of experience living through. You sound like you’ve lived a hundred lives or something.”

Heeseung settles down and shakes his head at you.

“I just say what I’m thinking, really. I always do. It’s kind of a bad habit actually. I don’t try to sound a certain way or think a certain way.”

Knowing that only makes Heeseung more attractive to you, and all you can do is sigh in reply. He grins at that, and moves to tug the sleeves of your dress down a bit more to cover your skin.

“You forgot your jacket inside. It can get cold out here sometimes.”

“That’s your jacket,” You correct him, moving to rub your hands over your arms now, “You owned it first, remember?”

Heeseung wastes no time in slipping his purple hoodie off and handing it to you, leaving you just as breathless as the first time. He motions for you to take it.

“What-?”

“You’re cold, put it on.” He gives you soft eyes and motions for you to take it again.

“Heeseung, you really must like freezing.”

You take the hoodie from him and pull it over your body. The fabric pools around you, warm and soft, and it smells even more amazing then it feels.

“I run warm.” Heeseung lies, and you can see the happiness in his face as the fabric finally settles on you.

The nighttime air and sounds of the city are the only source of ambience to be heard for a few minutes, and your mind is back to thinking about where you should be instead of here. You should be back at the hotel. You should have been back hours ago, and yet. You know your husband is going to be an angry mess, declaring you tell him all about where you were and why you didn’t come back on time, but you couldn’t care less in this moment.

“What are you thinking about?” Heeseung suddenly asks from across the table. When you look at him again, he looks exactly like he did at the restaurant. His hair is illuminated by the street lights, his expression is gentle, and he looks like he means absolutely no harm. He looks caring. He looks like someone you’d like to look at forever.

“I’m just thinking about how strange it is that I’m here right now.”

He leans forward in curiosity, resting his arms on the table.

“As opposed to where?”

“Anywhere,” You say, “Out of all the places I could be in Paris. A cafe, a cab, or even the hotel I should have been back at already. Out of everywhere in Paris, I’m here, with you, on your balcony. It’s just not where I thought I’d be tonight, that’s all.”

“Are you okay with being here?” Heeseung asks, generosity lacing his words.

“I’m okay with being here,” You nod, “Are you okay with having me here?”

“I wanted you here since I met you.” He replies quickly, and it makes your breath catch in your throat.

Heeseung realizes his words and backtracks, “That didn’t come out right.” He laughs at himself, and then tries again. “I’m glad you’re here, and you being here is something that crossed my mind. And I don’t mean here, like, my apartment. I mean here with me. I wanted you with me since we met, wherever it was.”

It takes you a few seconds to process what he’s just said, and you’re trying not to overthink its implications too much. He didn’t mean it the way you think he did, and even if did, it wouldn’t matter. Because it is Heeseung, and you are you, and there is no deeper meaning behind it.

The next time you glance back up at Heeseung, he’s sipping on his tea. He meets your eyes over the cup, and you glance down again. He can sense your hesitancy, so he does what he does best. He sits up straighter, lets his smile finally form across his lips, and begins speaking to you again.

“I think my cup of tea is probably better than your cup of tea.”

You’re confused as you look at him, and then you giggle.

“It’s literally the same cup of tea.”

“Mm, no, I don’t think so.” Heeseung shakes his head and swishes his tea around in his mug like it’s a fine wine. He takes another sip and lets out a sigh afterward, like he’s just tasted gold.

“Mine is definitely better. It tastes like a million bucks.”

“It’s the same cup of tea!” You throw your head back in laughter at the dramatic facial expressions he begins making, and then he shakes his head furiously after a second, trying to prove his claim.

“No, seriously! I swear mine’s probably better than yours. Come over here and try it.”

Heeseung holds the cup up, and the last of your laughter leaves your lips as you move forward, closer to him. You don’t even hesitate.

Heeseung holds the cup, lifting it up to your lips gently. You wrap your lips along the edge and drink the tea, daring to look into his eyes as you do. Heeseung holds eye contact as you drink from it, and it’s strangely intimate. The tea tastes the exact same, but you over exaggerate your features to make it look like it’s actually better than yours. The way Heeseung’s eyes glint makes it worth it, somehow. It’s only once you settle back into your chair, and he into his, that you notice the rose color dusting his cheeks and nose.

“It’s good tea. Might be better than mine, actually.”

“I told you.” He says cutely, taking another drink. You shake your head in amusement before looking back out toward the city.

“So you study English, is what you said?” You change the topic, actually very interested in knowing more about the dark-haired boy sitting across from you. He perks up a bit and nods, clearing his throat before speaking again.

“That, I do.”

You nod and let him go on.

“English is exciting to me because I can basically write what I want, and I get more freedom that way than I would than with, say, Journalism. All that is is someone bossing you around and telling you what to write. English.”

“Media is sort of my fun minor. I don’t want to be job-less, so if English falls through or something, I can always work in creative media or advertising. I’m lucky enough to find both pretty enjoyable.”

You nod at him, “I like that. I like that you’ve given yourself options.”

“Thank you.” He says honestly, giving you a pretty grin.

“So what about you?” He asks, “What do you do?”

“I actually don’t really work at the moment.”

Heeseung looks intrigued, and sits up straighter.

“You don’t work? How can you afford being in Paris, then?” He giggles cutely like he wants to know the big secret, and you try to figure out a way to word it.

On one hand, you could lie to Heeseung. You could lie to him and make up an elaborate excuse as to how you’re here, how you can afford it, how how how.

On the other hand, you’d never want to lie to Heeseung, not starting now and probably not ever. This is the reason for what you say next.

Your hands shake again, just as they did earlier, when you finally say it out loud.

“I’m married, actually.”

Heeseung pales, and it’s the first time all night you’ve seen him look genuinely upset.

A few seconds pass before he starts scrambling for his words. It’s not some big moment where the buildings nearby come crashing down. It’s not a sentence that triggers tsunamis or earthquakes around the two of you. In fact, the only implication that the universe even cares about what you said, is a random car alarm, which goes off annoyingly in the distance before it’s switched off by its owner. Heeseung begins to look flushed after a few seconds.

“You... I didn’t know. You’re not… uh- not wearing a-”

You pull your necklace with your wedding band attached to it out from under your dress neckline and Heeseung’s hoodie and show it to him easily; the metal glinting under the moonlight lamely. He inspects it, and then nods, like it’s all he can do.

“How long?” He asks softly, meeting your eyes again.

“A year,” You say, shoving the necklace back down your front, “Just last month.”

“So you got married in October.” Heeseung notes. You nod.

“My husband wanted an autumn themed wedding.”

“And you?” He asks. You give him a questioning look.

“What did you want?”

“I wanted to say no.” You blurt out honestly before you can stop yourself, and even Heeseung looks shocked at your words.

“I didn’t want to marry him.” But you don’t know why you’re telling Heeseung this. He looks at you like he’s trying to figure it all out - like he’s trying to figure you all out - except he can’t. He can’t because he doesn’t know how. At least, not in this moment.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” You say truthfully, setting your mug down and pulling at the sleeves of Heeseung’s hoodie, “I feel bad for even being in this situation, honestly. It’s like, I don’t want you to think of me as the kind of person who leaves her husband and sees random guys she’s just met. I’m not - I’ve never-”

“I don’t think that.” Heeseung cuts you off, making you look at him.

“I don’t think you’re any of those things. I think you were a considerate person who brought my license back to me, and who I ended up getting along with. That’s what I think of you.”

“Is that all you think of me?” You dare to ask him, and at this point, you know you’re pushing it. You’re pushing the limits between what you should be saying to Heeseung and what you’ve been wondering all night. With what started at the restaurant when he slipped the paper with your name into his pocket, and what continued when he stared at your lips not once, but twice.

Heeseung stares down at the table, and you can practically see his conflicting thoughts. He is rubbing his hand along the fabric of his sweatpants, tracing the stitching absentmindedly, and he looks too timid to speak.

“I think…” He starts, still not making eye contact with you, “I think that you’re nice, and pretty, and married. And I think being here probably would make your husband very unhappy.”

What he said isn’t a lie, but it doesn’t make the sinking feeling in your stomach any less intense. You know your husband would hate you being here, which makes it that much harder to gather the courage to go back. You don’t expect Heeseung to understand the feeling, but you give him the benefit of the doubt anyway.

“I don’t want to go back to him tonight.”

Heeseung finally looks up at you, eyes dark. He looks like he’s confused, conflicted. Like he wants one thing but knows he should do another. He looks exactly how you feel. And then, he speaks.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea. Where would you go?”

Except he doesn’t say it like a question. He says it like he already knows. Because he does - you both do.

“I could pay you to stay here for the night.”

At this, Heeseung snorts a bit.

“I’m not a hotel, Y/N.” He doesn’t say it in a mean way, just in a truthful way. His words are still kind, and you know that he still isn’t judging you - that he hasn’t once this whole night.

“I don’t know if you staying here would be a good idea.”

“It wouldn’t,” You confirm, “But it’s either that, or sleep in some park somewhere.”

You’re half kidding, but you’ll do it if you have to. You really don’t want to go back to that damned hotel.

Heeseung laughs, and then he’s standing, moving over to get closer to you. You don’t know what he’s doing, and you aren’t even sure if he does either. But then he moves to pull you gently into a standing position by the sleeves of his hoodie you’re wearing, and then takes you inside without another word. The mugs are abandoned on the table, two sat next to each other, and then Heeseung is closing the door behind the two of you.

“What are we doing?” You ask in confusion, finally moving further away from the balcony door.

“Well, I’m setting up the bed for you. You’re standing there gawking.”

You’re about to snap back with something witty, but are shut up quickly as Heeseung opens up his closet and reaches for some more blankets on the top shelf. The bottom of his t-shirt lifts up, just enough to show his tanned skin, and you suddenly find yourself speechless as you focus on his body. His skin looks soft, and the dimples at the bottom of his back catch your attention before he’s turning and his shirt is falling back to its regular position again.

He doesn’t say anything else to you as he lays some more blankets out on the bed,

You move to help, and then you’re both setting up the bed in silence. The thought of Heeseung sleeping in the same bed as you makes heat pool in your stomach, but then you discard the thought. You know for a fact that it won’t be happening, and you internally scold yourself for even letting the thought cross your mind.

“I can sleep on the couch, if it’s easier.” You say finally, glancing up at him. He shakes his head.

“I can sleep on the couch. Besides, I sleep in my bed every night, it won’t hurt me at all to sleep on the couch for just one night.”

Just one night, the phrase bounces around in your head, and you have to actively remind yourself that this will not be happening again. You hope the fact that it’s even happening now won’t ruin the dynamic you two have easily slipped into, and then your brain lurches into overdrive suddenly. After tonight, will you even see Heeseung again?

“Is everything okay?” He asks, finally done with the blankets now. You look back up at him and nod.

“Yeah I just… I get nightmares sometimes. I just thought you should know, in case I make noise or whatever.”

You hate that you feel awkward now. Of course, it’s not Heeseung’s fault - he hasn’t changed or acted differently at all - it’s you. It’s the internal battle you’re suddenly realizing. It’s you that’s acting differently now.

Your passing statement isn’t one you think Heeseung will take too seriously, but then he’s stopping what he’s doing and standing still, studying you.

You look back at him now, trying to figure out if you said something wrong.

“I can sleep on the floor, if it’ll make you feel safer. Nightmares can get scary, especially if you wake up alone.”

You want to say no, but you also feel that same emotion crawling its way back into you. Wanting Heeseung close to you. You felt it at the restaurant and you feel it now. You don’t know why it’s so strong suddenly.

“I can sleep on the floor, if you want. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

“Is this a pride thing?” Heeseung finally asks, giving you a wide grin. He looks like he’s about to laugh again.

“What?” You ask, tilting your head a bit.

“You know, like, you don’t want me sleeping anywhere that isn’t my bed, but you also don’t want to sleep on the floor. Not really.”

“It’s not a pride thing. I really just don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

He hums before looking around his room, finally spotting something in his closet before he moves to take it out. It’s a thin body pillow, as long as his torso, and pink.

“What if we both sleep in the bed and just wedge this between the two of us. That way I’m here if you have a nightmare, and neither of us has to have a sore back from sleeping on a wooden floor.”

You want to laugh at his proposal, but in the moment, it seems reasonable. You certainly don’t want to sleep on the floor, and you don’t want Heeseung to sleep on it either. Without another comment, you nod at him. He nods back silently before pulling the bed sheets down and sorting out the pillows.

After the bed is ready, he goes back to the closet and pulls out a pair of sweats. He hands them to you easily, and you take them without looking at him.

“I’m going to go turn all the lights off and check the front door. Let me know when you’re ready.”

Once he shuts the bedroom door behind him, you finally realize what you’re doing. You realize that for the first time in your life, you’re going to be sleeping in a bed with another man who isn’t your husband. You’re going to be near another man, in bed. And you’re going to be spending the night with this man.

You realize, suddenly, that the feeling isn’t a bad one. It’s a peaceful one. And one that makes your stomach do flips.

You get dressed into Heeseung’s sweats easily, and you can’t stop grinning because of how much his clothes smell like him. Heeseung smells like vanilla and patchouli, and the scent almost makes you lightheaded.

A soft knock sounds from behind the door after a few more moments, and you let Heeseung know that it’s okay to come back in. He enters with two glasses of water, and hands you one easily.

“I always get thirsty at night, so I figured you might too.”

You’re practically floored at Heeseung’s attentiveness, but all you can do is thank him as you set the glass on the cart tier carefully. He takes a small sip from his and then sets it on the floor, careful not to spill it before he finally turns out all the lights in the bedroom, casting it into darkness. The moonlight spills in from the open window, and it casts the walls and furniture in a soft glow. You both move to lie down in the bed, and Heeseung gently sets the pillow in between both of you.

“I’m here if you need me. Right here.” Heeseung whispers into the darkness, and you go over how strange this whole scenario is. You remember the Heeseung at the restaurant, and how he’s the same Heeseung you’re lying in a bed with now. Only inches separate the two of you now, and it almost makes your skin dot with goosebumps.

“Thank you.” You say, eyes focusing on the ceiling naturally.

“It’s no problem. Like I said, waking up alone can be scary.”

A few beats pass, and all you feel is Heeseung’s body warmth, radiating onto you, even through the thin pillow.

“Goodnight, Heeseung.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

And then the minutes pass.

They feel like hours, though, and you don’t know if Heeseung is actually asleep or not after around fifteen minutes.

You can hear his steady breathing, and it doesn’t sound like he’s forcing it or anything, but you never know. You decide then to just try and sleep.

And you would have, if you hadn’t suddenly felt Heeseung’s hand, gently make its way under the body pillow and onto your side.

You feel your heart begin to race, your breathing following close behind as you realize that Heeseung isn’t asleep, he’s very much awake.

And he’s trying to hold your hand.

A million thoughts race through your head as your fingers itch to grab his. A million questions about your husband, about Heeseung, about what will happen in the morning after this is all said and done.

Finally, after an internal battle of a lifetime, and after you’re sure Heeseung is about to just retract his hand back to his side, you force yourself to just take the leap and slot your fingers into his.

Heeseung’s hand is as warm as you expect it to be, and you hear him take in a shaky breath as your palm finally presses against his.

Neither of you do anything. Neither of you try to say anything, or try to justify it in any way. You do nothing, except stay like that.

But in that moment, somehow, just doing that seems to be enough.

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keimisan · 3 years ago

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closest moots? or blogs that you really like?

KWBSJWJW i'm surprised you'd want to know but thank you sm for asking 🥺 its been about two months of the start of this blog, and honestly, its been such a nice experience. I have met some wonderful people who are also chaotic. I have met zebra wakasa, pink teddy sanzu and cow (???) hanma.

the closest moot i have here are @rae-blogging and @blueprint-han . But they're not a tr blog, so i'm not including them here i guess. P

theres no order

my first ever moot here is @hanniejji I LOVE HER SO MUCH SHE'S LIKE SO COOL and funny NAD SO NICE TO TALK TO. everytime a chapter or an episode drops, you'll catch me screaming in her inbox like some starved crow. Literally all of our convo is in caps lock, no kidding. my screaming buddy, simping buddy, and crying buddy in one package.

thenn @jyugosgf MY DESI SIS. like half the fandom is made of filipino population nd the other half is well, rest of the world. I never thought there'd be fellow desi blogs here. And PLS THE DESI RANTS/ DISCUSSIONS WE DID. Starting from momma baji caring for his hair in the most conventional indian way to om shanti om and deepika padukone, we've screamed. Damn it was so much fun. message for you if you see this bub: ily 🥺

@dr3ken ANOTHER DESI. she's funny, she's cool, her writings ABSOLUTELY CRAZY like bro did u learn that literature from shakespeare himself. i talk to her a lot, but in another social media. She texts like a loud punjabi AND PLS THE VIBE IS SO NICE LIKE you'll never be bored. Again, another caps lock buddy.

@sukunasbabymama first things first, she became my moot after i proposed to her. ma'am the proposal still stands- aNywAy, she's that one boss bitch who's also very comedic (you'll know if you read her works) i love how independent she is, and how free she thinks. Literally big sis energy, except that sis will take you out at 2 am to drink coke and throw the bottles into space with all the frustration you've got.

@sxlver-sweet the sweetest moot ever. she's an angel in human form, and a blessing to life. i went crazy over her works and sent an ask to yk, start communicating- she rb'ed that and deadass went WE NEED TO BE FRIENDS. that creme brule in my fridge that i'm eating slowly because i dont want it to end and will cry if i ever end it- thats her. also the only moot i've went jeogiyo noona hokshi namjachingu isseo (im so sorry if you dont get its, its kpop reference) and flirted like thrice with (probably) and will still continue to flirt because wkdjwjdjjw it is happiness.

and then @kallikrein my zebra wakasa comrade. i still feel no remorse for the amount of confusion we caused, nor the dash-clogging with countless reblogs we did. she's chaotic funny, and a professional charanon bringer. you literally can't but love her- there i said it.

@lila-skies i hyperventilated over her mitsuya request and thats it- thats how we became friends. SHE ALSO STANS RED-VELVET AND CHUNGHA LIKE please, you stan queens and i stan you.

@angrysupremacy a whole 24 carat gold with the cutest nose. i don't know why but i find her SO CUTE LIKE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺. we fangirl about random tr posts on insta and its so nice talking to her! cute cute cute

@isuuki my bae. she too, is very sweet. brightens my day with her asks and makes me sob at the same time because --- death is coming and we're weeping every other day. i go 💕💞💖💗 Everytime i get an ask from her.

@tokyo-fukushu we dont have much interactions but i feel like she deserves a mention here. I'd definitely consider her one of my closest moots.

@uuden omg her works!! also simply her!! she's also really sweet! definitely in my closer moots list.

Last but not least, my cheese anonni (not mentioning you just in case) who also brings me serotonin. Shes so spontaneous and creative, as well as sweet. SHE GAVE ME HEART COOKIE DOUGH YALL 🥺

and @emergencyfoodpaimon 's posts are so fun to see. I really like seeing new things/fanarts. Also those heart memes make me go 💘💘💘💘

my moots' blogs are absolute masterpieces, and you'll totally love them. other than them, a few blogs that i really like are @kakuchan @maitani (my entire explore is filled with your content omg T.T) @harupill @manjikkai @everafterkeiji @ewitsren @red-beean @chif4yu @wwintersun sorry for the mindless tagging, please tell me if its bothering!

If you've read till the end, i applaud you omg. also, ship my moots with tr ask pspsppss, i really wanna do that.

#❤mal.loves #💌mal.mails #tokyo revengers

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gyuluster · 4 years ago

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a special night | fluff

oneshot | relationship! au | 1.37k words

s u m m a r y : an intimate insight on the first night of choi soobin’s wedding, consisting of kitchen floors, witches and an eternity of love.

c o n t e n t : FLUFF!!! SO MUCH FLUFF!!! established relationship, soobin is hella nervous reader leaves him, reader is dazed af, just so much fluff ion know what more to tell y’all

a u t h o r ‘ s n o t e : dedicated to @soobmint because her dream scenario is literally the cutest shit ever perhaps cried over it!! anyway ily furry char and i hope y’all enjoy!!!!

CHOI SOOBIN OPENED THE DOOR TO FIND THE WEDDING SHEETS BARE.

He wondered whether his eyesight had failed him - the sun had long set, a noticeable lack of light in his bedroom. He might not have perfect vision, but he would know if the love of his life was in front of him.

But you were not there.

Soobin pondered over the options: maybe you had gone downstairs, looking for a midnight snack because heavens knew you both did not have the time to rest in the whirlwind of activities. Maybe you had gone out for a little walk, perhaps reflecting on the events of today, the consequences of it all.

Or maybe you had taken the keys while he was inside the bathroom, and made a run for it in his new car.

Thoughts swirling still, he left the rose-filled bedroom, and descended down the stairs, nervous hands on the bannister.

Of course, he knew you would never commit such an action against him. Years of loving each other had proved his rather doubtful self-esteem, but when you take a huge step, one can’t help thinking the worst.

A quick turn from the hallway, the groom checked the living room, leaving after finding it empty. The anxiety grew within his gut, the latter option becoming a little too real.

Stop it. You know ____ is better than that.

Soobin entered the kitchen, his mind taunting him further until his lips nearly trembled.

But then his nerves disappeared when he looked over the doorway, beyond the dining table and in the expanse of the room.

There you were.

There you were, sat with your back to him, your voluminous white dress spread all around you as it twinkled under the moonlight, gleaming through the wall-length windows. You hummed a melody Soobin knew of all too well, blessing his ears as you swayed your head along to the tune.

The groom let out a breathy sigh, a smile escaping his lips as he leaned against the doorway. Look at you, he nearly voiced out, watching you idly enjoy your own company. He almost felt guilty for thinking about any other situation. Here you were, simply basking in the light of the stars, who no doubt relished the idea of shedding their shine on you. If Soobin possessed his own light, he would spend eternity radiating it on you.

Why did he not realise? Should have known it was a little trait that you had, settling yourself upon the kitchen floor and just...be. Sometimes you would not do much but just ponder over the existence of occurrences in your life. Most of the time, though, the little seating in the middle of the kitchen would be the time Soobin would ask you of your worries, and you would spill your concerns to him. It was incredibly easy to confide in this man, see, when his silence was so relieving, and his words so comforting.

He dared a step toward you, and then another; he was slow - soft, as to not disturb you, nearing your dove-coloured figure. Beside you, he settled himself on the cool marble, crossing his long legs, careful not to tear his tuxedo. His knees brushed against yours, and he almost felt like a little boy again when the mere touch sent shockwaves down his body.

Turning to you, he found himself dreaming along to your humming, eyes rooted to your veiled face. Even half-masked he found you so alluring.

You both sat, cherishing each other’s company under nature’s light, you murmuring Soobin’s few favourites and Soobin simply admiring the way your voice harmonised with his calming nerves. Funny how one person’s every trait can be a remedy for another’s soul.

The boy did not even realise you had ceased until he felt his fingers being interlocked with yours. He blinked, and saw your soft gaze underneath the veil.

“The boys sang it so well today,” you said as a way of greeting.

He knew exactly what you meant. “Fairy of shampoo is your favourite song.” Stroking your fingers, he let a smile work his way onto his lips. “I would be damned if those goons did not perform it at our wedding.”

He heard your chuckling underneath the veil as you turned, facing him fully. “I’m sorry for not being upstairs. I know I must have given you a shock.”

Soobin hurriedly dismissed this, squeezing your hand. “Don’t say that. I was just surprised, that’s all.” He cocked his head then. “My love, what’s wrong? There’s always a reason if you’re sitting here.”

Your own nerves only festered with the endearment. “Ah, nothing big. Just thinking.”

“Anything particular?”

A ghost of a smile appeared on your face. “Oh you know…” your thumb began stroking the planes of his hand. “That we’re married.”

Soobin did not need to see your face fully to sense your joy as his own heart fluttered with your words.

Married. Committed the last act which declared his attachment to you, his undeterred love for you and everything you represented. It was an extraordinary thing, finding someone who you wished to live with your entire life.

“Crazy isn’t it?” he agreed, looking out to the long windows, and the moon twinkling at him in greeting. “That I am your husband.” He smiled back. “And you my wife.”

“The witch has finally captured the prince for eternity!” you crowed, earning a soft laugh from the man before you. “It is time to put you in the cage of doom!”

“Perhaps I can still escape from this,” he mused, which only had you gasping in mock irritation.

You scoffed, staring at him through the veil. “You’re stuck with me now, Choi Soobin.”

The groom did not banter back, like you had expected.

Only held onto the hem of your veil as he raised it slowly, unravelling your face. His breathing hitched just a little at seeing you washed in moonlight, eyes glistening as if you held an entire galaxy inside them.

He swiped away the fabric, holding onto the hem as he parted his mouth.

“Let’s hope it stays that way forever, my love.”

Suddenly, you felt as if the world had stilled.

It was only an inkling, but you hoped to every celestial power that the universe worked in your favour tonight. Life is hard, the times are difficult but just tonight, you wished that this very night would last a lifetime.

Soobin may have been the realist in the relationship, but becoming married certainly made him wish for a fairytale. It was why when his heart sent a request, his mouth recited in action.

It was why he closed his eyes, and leaned in, brushing his lips against yours.

The celestial powers had answered your prayers. Time suddenly ceased to exist, everything was no more save for Soobin’s plush mouth upon yours, enveloping you in a sweet kiss.

You instantly melted beneath his touch, hands clutching his face as if it were a lifeline, your saving grace. The man, despite his shy demeanour, was certainly no monk, with the way his lips moved against yours, in a hypnotic rhythm only you knew the steps of. It was as if you were made for him, his kisses, his every little show of affection which brought you to ruination.

Soobin at last pulled away, slightly breathless. He rested his forehead against yours, abandoning the veil and resting his slender fingers upon your face, eyes still closed.

“God, ____,” he gasped out, chest rising unevenly. “I just...I love you so much.”

If this whole day had not brought you to tears, this panted declaration certainly did.

A few tears escaped your eyes as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “You better, or the witch will not be amused.”

Spluttered chuckling left your beloved’s mouth, fanning your own. “Then I hope this will change her mind,” he whispered, before capturing your lips once more.

And as you both settled there, upon the cool kitchen floor with nature’s light shining on you both, Soobin radiating his affections, you knew within your very soul that this, him, everything associated with him, will leave you more than amused.

It will leave you forever happy.

#soobin fluff #choi soobin imagines #txt fluff #txt imagines #choi soobin fluff #soobin imagines #txt scenarios #txt oneshot #choi soobin oneshots #soobin oneshots #soobin soft #soobin scenario #choi soobin scenarios #soobin oneshot #choi soobin oneshot #txt.soobin #soobin x reader #soobin x you

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tootyfruities · 2 years ago

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answering earlier than expected bc of a random burst of energy? couldn’t be me 🤭 nah but i actually feel kinda sad™️ rn and u make me feel better so here i am 🤞but OMGKEJFJWBFHE WHERE DO I EVEN BEGINNNNN

youcore fr bc you’re so smart and cool bae ugh your mind is everything OMGMGMGMM you got me wanting to jump through the screen to gently hold shin but also gently hold you bc KDNSJDDKDN the storyline fits so well and like,,,, suits him if that makes sense???? i’m absolutely HERE for this letter writing arc and im so fuckin excited you have no idea <3 <3 <3 (might inspire to make more playlists too, just for u <3) even despite all this, I can still feel his dorky and soft self and I JUST

there’s this cute comic from @/loweater of toshi using asl w bakugou and eri and if i can find it i’ll tag you :) OH and his dad being his therapist and all the other details about his family wE LOVE TO SEE IT 🗣🗣🗣 (this moreso relates back to the blog which we’re gonna get into- but i remember you writing abt his (3?)pet cats so just a little idea there for u :>)

last thing darling!! please please please don’t feel pressured to reopen that blog or talk to me constantly. getting a little more personal in 3, 2, 1~ for the longest time when u took your hiatus, i felt so bad and guilty bc I thought I was the reason and I took so much of your time and energy and I admit and apologize for being way more emotionally dependent than I should’ve been. things have changed now and im doing a lot better! i love and care for u vv much so pls don’t beat yourself up over it ok <3

wait no sorry THIS is the last thing I swear 😭 i was actually gonna msg u a couple days ago bc i actually had a dream abt the voicemail thing- long story short,,,,, i think i called shin back the next day, we said hello and i unexpectedly (to him anyway) asked him a question abt his new pet fish…??? OK before u think i’m crazy;;; i think it was smth that he had rambled abt in the voicemail and i was asking abt it just to talk and exist freely before getting into the Other Much Needed To Be Discussed Topics.

okay i went like way overboard im sorry 💀 ily forever my darling mwah <3

I NEVER GOT THE NOTIFICATION FOR THIS IM SO SAD :(

UHM 1) i hope you're ok w me answering this publicly w the more personal info shared, if not lemme know and i will, idk delete this post? that being said! between my own terrible unmotivation and personal issues, plus yes maybe a little bit with the emotional dependence, it just felt hard to keep up with the blog. but you were never, ever ever ever, a Big Bad in my life, never. overwhelming sometimes, yeah(BUT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR IT YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW, OUR FLAWS MAKE OUR RELATIONSHIP STRONGER). but when i made the decision to close the blog it was not "riri makes things hard :(" it was, "things are hard and i gotta focus on myself :(". i appreciate and abs accept your apology though you are so cool and i am so so happy knowing that you're doing better <3

a bit of an extension on that;; i'm still deciding whether i wanna reopen the blog tbh. i've got a couple wips on there that i meant to finish but never did, plus small storylines i wanted to pursue thru shin's blogs that i can't exactly emulate thru I Am An Author Writing a Thing when it should be This Is A Guy Writing Stuff On His Tumblr Blog. plus publicly posting my writing is so rewarding to me :}

2) PLEASE DO JUMP THRU THE SCREEN and gently hold me n shin - woahoah we would both love that methinks. grrrr. i love you so much riri. no amount of poetic words can convey how much i love and adore you TRULY. you are a light in my life, i am happy and ready to have room in my life for you again :) <3

3) YOU DREAMED ABT IT AJFNNE. shin getting a fish... that would def clash with his, yes, 3 kitty cats. but also a calm pet that doesn't require love and affection? holy crap i shoulda considered it, that'd be way fitting for them,,, if not for the fact that fish are Slimy and shin likes Fluffy. in an alternate world where cats hadn't already stolen their heart, i can easily imagine shin getting into fish and maybe even lizards. he's got the range~

idk if i'm exactly gonna write what was said in the voicemail cos i wanted to leave that up to your interpretation, and tbh i'm GLAD for that cos your interpretation is great. muahaha

ilyilyily going to check out the mecore link now muah <3

#riri tag omg

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1tsnoya · 4 years ago

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NOYA-SENPAI - it me- your internet thirsty hours bestie 💜 Can we get headcanons on the following babies introducing their s/o to the team for the first time? -> NOYA (obvs), BOIkawa, KEN-fucking-MA, kita PLEASE MARRY ME shinsuke and the sweet sweet SWEET bokuto? PLEASE AND THANK YOU I LOVE YOU 💜💜💜

a/n: hi eden ILY<3 this is to apologize for showing you bald kuroo-

✧･ﾟgetting introduced as their s/o ✧･ﾟ headcanons

pairings: nishinoya x reader, oikawa x reader, kenma x reader, kita x reader, bokuto x reader

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* :･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

noya

→ as soon as you two started dating, he wanted to tell the vbc

→ and he did hhshsjs

→ he was always talking about you at practice, the team knew so much about you

→ noya: “guys guess what!”

→ tsukishima: “let me guess, it has to do with (y/n)?”

→ noya: “no...well actually-”

→ so one day hinata was just like “let’s meet them!”

→ noya was SO up for it, he called you right after practice to make sure that it was okay

→ you couldn’t say no, you could just hear the excitement in his voice

→ so the next day at the end of school, he bolted to meet you after your last class

→ “hi baby!” he grabbed your hand “let’s go!”

→ next thing you know, your fingers are braided together and you’re running down the hallway to go to the gym-

→ you are so out of breath by the time you get there but he’s still bursting with excitement

→ he swung the gym doors open and just shouted - “everyone!! this is (y/n) !!”

→ he was like a 5 year old showing off a toy at show and tell-

→ since he talked about you so much, the team just instantly clicked with you

→ ugh they’re just so welcoming and friendly

→ since you connected with them so quickly, they added you to the vbc groupchat and invited you to come to their next practice

→ the team just adores you probably more than they like noya HAHA

→ tanaka is 100% your and noya’s wingman

oikawa

→ okay before you, this boy would just fly through relationships

→ we know this for sure bc his nephew made fun of him 😔 heart been broke so many times-

→ anyways, so when you started dating he wanted to keep it on the downlow

→ he didn’t wanna jinx it! he just wants to see your relationship grow and last for a long time

→ even though deep down he wanted everyone to know that you were dating

→ yeah even though it was supposed to be lowkey, he put a picture of you as his lockscreen

→ being in a relationship with flattykawa, i feel like he’d definitely screenshot any snaps you send him or just in general has a lot of pictures of you on his phone

→ secret relationship my ASS- what was he expecting???

→ his mindset was “who’s gonna go through the captain’s phone?? nobody caus-”

→ WRONG. IWAIZUMI CAN AND DID THAT EXACTLY

→ it wasn’t intentional, he just wanted to check the time but then saw a new face on oikawa’s phone..

→ so he took the phone, walked up to oikawa, and just SHOWED HIM THE LOCKSCREEN

→ oikawa was just — “HSBEJGSJK GIVE ME MY PHONE WHAT AREYOU”

→ then wow no surprise here. the whole team is 👀

→ iwaizumi teases him about this-

→ and then the whole team caught on

→ so an embarrassed oikawa called you and was like “can i introduce you to the team?”

→ he was lowkey peer pressured but we’re not gonna talk about that-

→ ofc you said yes. he was literally the captain of the team how could you not-

→ and when you met them, THE WHOLE TEAM JUST FLAMED YOUR BOYFRIEND

→ at first they were all welcoming and friendly. but after a few minutes passed, they were just—sigh rip oikawa

→ he’s was blushing like crazy at his teammates telling all of these embarrassing stories of him and you were just laughing hsksh

→ anywho the team loves u and when you occasionally show up to practice, it’s always an adventure

→ iwa is ur new bestie and kyoutani/mad dog tells you that if oikawa ever does something mean to you, he’ll beat the shit out of him

kenma

→ i feel like kenma wouldn’t purposely hide your relationship, he’s just not the type to be so loud about it yk?

→ one day you texted him when he was at practice, and the nekoma vbc saw your contact name

→ “keNMA?? who’s (y/n) with a RED HEART??”

→ kenma: “my? s/o?”

→ and kuroo freaked out on him for not telling him

→ kenma: “it’s not like i was hiding it?”

→ kuroo: “BROYOU DIDNTTELL USWGAT DOYOUMEA”

→ that whole practice. everyone was just breathing down kenma’s neck

→ “what are they like???” “kenma you sly dog when’d this happen??” “when can we meet them?” “are u gonna get maaaarrrieeeed??”

→ cue annoyed and kind of blushing kenma

→ when he told you about the team finding out, he surprisingly had asked you if you wanted to meet them

→ “they’re really dumb but they’ll love you”

→ so next practice, he met up with you and walked u to the gym

→ and when you got there.. there was just SCREAMING

→ kenma: “guys back off you’re gonna scare them”

→ kuroo is basically like.. a mom. throw all that cool guy shit out of the window

→ he’s like shaking ur hand at 85 mph “kenma has told us so much about you”

→ lev: “but we just found out yester-?”

→ yaku: “just let him have his moment”

→ you become the team mom! how could u not? these boys love you too much

→ “kenma why didn’t you tell us about them earlier??!!”

→ the team is super hype whenever you show up, and when you don’t they’re all pouty — “kenma where’s (y/n) ?🥺”

→ bonus: you, kenma, lev, kuroo, and yaku all play minecraft together. boom ultimate friend group.

kita

→ i feel like kita would hide your relationship for a few months

→ he’s a bit on the more reserved side? i’m not sure how to explain it but he would want to wait to make sure your relationship is going well enough to introduce you to his friends, family, etc.

→ and since he’s the captain of the volleyball team, he definitely wanted to let some time pass before introducing you

→ this boy literally cried when he realized that he was captain. he loves them but on the downlow hhdjsh

→ a few months in, kita was at practice and atsumu was just...

→ “kita?? come on now, you’re still single?”

→ HE DIDNT SAY ANYTHING LMFAO

→ “oh kitaaaa i know you hear me!”

→ kita: “hop off my dick pls❤️”

→ “nO listen i can help you out her-”

→ he thought about it for a quick second and thought that your relationship was in a good place so just flat out said “i’m seeing someone already”

→ atsumu: surprised pikachu face “wait fr FR??”

→ he was just in shock tbh LOL

→ kita’s confidence 📈📈

→ then the whole team kinda just gathered around

→ kita: “yeah. i’ve been seeing them for a few months”

→ ofc the team was happy for him. maybe a few teases here and there but yuh<3

→ atsumu was still >:O what

→ a few days passed and he had asked you if you wanted to meet the team

→ you agreed and were super pumped. he loved his team like i said earlier though, on the DOWNLOW

→ when you met them, they were very polite and respectful

→ it felt a little weird tbh SHSJJS

→ but nope here comes atsumu “have you two really been dating for so long?”

→ kita: “yes..??”

→ “oh. well, hi i’m atsumu! :) how is kita? like you know-?”

→ he teases you two about dating but is rooting for it

→ the first time meeting everyone was a little awkward but then everyone warmed up to you

→ like they became used to you coming to practice and would occasionally ask kita “how’s (y/n)?”

→ basically, you help kita with his captain duties and the team really appreciates you <3

bokuto

→ being captain, the team is like his family

→ so it’s barely a few days into your relationship and he’s like “you should come to one of our practices!!”

→ and he’s bouncing up and down as he mentions it

→ “i’ll show you all of my cool moves-OH you can see how we do this thing ca-”

→ yeahhh you couldn’t say no

→ the team didn’t even know he was dating someone, he wanted to surprise everyone

→ so when you randomly showed up to practice with your bf, they were just “??? bokuto who is this ???”

→ there were stars in his eyes and he had this huge smile, “MY S/O! :DD”

→ the team is very welcoming. they’re just caught off guard because they’re lowkey thinking “how did bokuto manage to hop into a relationship he’s basically a baby-”

→ they’re a little quiet at first but then warm up to you. then it’s just wild

→ well bokuto gets wild..

→ bokuto: “HEY HEY- (Y/N) DID YOU SEE THAT?”

→ he 100% goes tryhard for you

→ the team notices this.. THEY TEASE HIM

→ they wouldn’t stop so he went into emo mode for a few minutes

→ you: “is he?? okay??”

→ akaashi: “oh yeah, he gets like this. bokuto weakness #7-”

→ akaashi lowkey becomes your wingman even though he denies it

→ he teaches you whatever ‘weaknesses’ bokuto has that you might need to know

→ bokuto also talks to akaashi about you a lot after you meet so you become besties at practices

→ if he starts acting like a baby while playing a match, you know how to calm him down or cheer him up

→ and then he plays 10x better

→ but yeah the team really likes you because you know how to control bokuto hsjsjhs

→ when bokuto adds you to the vbc groupchat, that’s when you become good friends with the team

→ like it’ll occasionally blow up at midnight when you send a tiktok lol

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