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l0v-ly-c4t · 8 months ago

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Movie Night - Daisuke x fem!reader

Summary: You and Daisuke have a scary movie night, but it turns out he's too scared to sleep alone + after care

Pairing: smut and fluff

T/w: smut, mentions of Anya, protected sex, full consensual sex, loss of virginity, whinny soft dom Daisuke

Wc: 3,3K

A/n: This is an AU where the shitty compan- I mean, Pony Express doesn't exist, so our boy Daisuki is on college living his best life as the lover I know he is.

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━━ ❝ It has been some time since you started crushing on Daisuke. You met him when you first arrived at this school. Being the new student is taught, and he knew it, that's why he made so much effort just so you could have friends and feel welcome. After that you guys became best friends.

Obviously, you always thought he was handsome, and kind, and funny, but something about him kept bringing you closer, leaving you in the situation you're right now: friend zone.

The worst part is that, no matter how much you try to show him that you like him, he's just too danm naive to get a hint! Urgh, this feeling is consuming you from the inside.

Little did you know that he thought of you in the exact same way you did of him. Well, not exactly "exact same way." He had his own little way.

It took him a while to realize his feelings. At first, he just thought of you as his prettiest friend. He would stare at you and be lost in your looks without knowing why. He would always try and be useful for you, being it by carrying something for you or paying you something to eat at the cafeteria. He wanted to be around you all the time, he would get bored and blue without you.

It is actually impressive how he didn't realize his feelings until very recently, when he saw you talking very closely with another boy. How to describe his feelings? It wasn't jealousy, it was more a sense of loss. He finally realized that being friends didn't mean that you would always be by his side. For that, he needed to be more than friends. THAT'S when he realized his feelings.

But then, he panicked. "What does it mean??? Do I... l-like her?" Silly little thoughts like this were frequently on his mind. Oh, if only he knew that you thought of him too...

You and Daisuke were chilling on your sofa, waiting for the other friend of yours, Anya, to show up. You had decided to make a little movie section in your house since you and Daisuke haven't been able to talk much with Anya. She's just really focused on getting her degree.

You were both on your phones. Daisuke is playing some silly mobile game, and you are just scrolling down your tumblr timeline, looking for something fun to pass the time. It was already 8 pm, and Anya hasn't given any news yet.

"Dude, she must be really busy. She didn't even send a message or something!" Daisuke says, his lips almost pouting like a disappointed kid. "Don't worry, she has a lot of work to do, we can hang out another time." You confort him.

"Yeah..." he answers. "Is just that I was so excited, I was like 'Let's watch a movie, yay, bom bom clap!!!' But now I'm just 'yeah, movies'" He emotes.

"What?"

He sights. "Nothing. Do you still want to watch a movie? Just the two of us?" He asks.

"Yes, it'll be fun! Let's watch something scary!" You give the idea. Daisuke instantly smiled at your words, thrilled to watch a super super horror movie with you.

You let him choose a movie, and after a while, deciding which one, you finally settled on a psychological horror movie. You sat by his side on the couch, eventually laying your head on his shoulders.

Daisuke didn't even notice, but he would probably have blushed if he wasn't so absorbed in the screen. If you didn't know him, you would say he was scared.

After about 2 hours later, the movie ended, and Daisuke was just too pale. "Daisuke U good? Are you scared?"

"Me? Scared? Pfff, c'mom y/n!!! I'm the thoughtest guy you know!" He said, playing it off. "U sure? I don't want you coming at my room at midnight"

"Don't worry, you'll get your well-deserved beauty sleep, and I won't bother you," he said. "Whatever you say gorgeous" you played.

You guys watched some other movies, one scarier than the previous one. I mean, scaring for him. You were just cool, but Daisuke was biting his nails and playing with his fingers the whole time. You didn't pay much attention at the beginning, but as time passed, you could literally see his nervousness.

Worried for your friend psychological state, you decide that you should both take a bath and go to sleep, even though Daisuke kept swearing he wasn't dirty enough for a bath and that he could sleep that way just fine.

Both of you cleaned up you decide is time to sleep, the clock already hitting 2am. "S-so, am I going to sleep here? In the couch? A-alone?" He asks.

"Why? Are you scared?" You tease him, resulting in him making an angry face to prove it to you that he wasn't scared. "What? Naah, I'm, like, totally fine." He says. Oh, how he regretted that later that night.

You were almost falling asleep when you heard a light knock on your room door. You got up and checked just to see Daisuke, with the puppiest eyes you had even seen on a man, standing in front of your door eith a pillow under his arm. "Daisuke," you called. "What are you doing?

"You were right, I'm scared. Can we sit and talk just so I can fall asleep?" Daisuke said, silently begging for you to let him in already. You invite him to sit on your bed, and you both stay there for a while, just chilling. You were almost falling asleep again when he started a conversation.

"So.." he said. "Are u seeing someone?"

"Why are you asking this so randomly?"

"I-i don't know, I'm just trying to break the ice ans start a conversation" he eyes you. Even though the only light comes from the moon past your windows, you can notice the little blush forming on his cheeks and top of his ears. You also blush at the sight.

"Sooo, are you seeing someone or not?" He asked again "no I'm not. What about you?" You look back at him. "No"

At that moment, being right there on your bed sitting and talking in the middle of the night. That was so good to Daisuke. He didn't know why, but just to know that you weren't seeing anyone got him full of happiness, his sleepless far gone now.

You eye him, his lips hard pressed together. This feeling is new to him. He doesn't know how to describe it. He just wants to kiss you, hug you, and be close to you. So close that your bodies become one. In a fearless act, he leans closer to you, his eyes asking for permission as your lips grow closer and closer.

When your lips touch is like heaven to him. You were coight off guard, but you followed his actions without thinking twice. The kiss is slow and passionate, and the chemistry is just right. In a slow move, he drags his hands along your arms and place them behind your neck, pulling you even closer. He couldn't believe in his own actions. He was actually kissing you!

While one of his hands is still behind your neck, caressing the hair and pulling you more and more to him, his other hand travels to your tight. He's so scared he moves in slow motion. What if you feel uncomfortable? What if you pull away from him? He's so scared, but he needs to touch you, or he'll drive himself crazy.

Your body grew hotter as you felt the warmth of his hand gently caressing your tight. A low sound scales his lips when you pull the kiss apart, leaving him with a red face and pouty lips. "Is this real?" You asked. Daisuke didn't reply, he was too embarrassed of himself to do so. It all happened so fast he didn't have the time to think straight about his actions.

The kiss was something you wished for a long time, and now that it was actually happening, you needed time to cope. To be honest, you have always imagined you and Daisuke together. You have always wished for him, craving for him silently. You wouldn't let this chance go to waste.

He stares at you with doe eyes, melting your heart. He looks so cute and so sexy at the same time that you actually feel dirty for having this kind of thought about him. Not knowing how to proceed, you both just stare at each other. For a moment, it feels like time has paused. For a moment, everything is about him and you, sitting on your bed with clumsy feelings and red lips.

"H-hey, so.. c-can we do more? Like... I want to kiss you more." Daisuke breaks the silence. You look at him, but it feels like you're looking straight to heaven. All you want to do is kiss him more. Not just that, you want him in a way you never wanted anyone before.

"S-soo... are you going to accept or... it's okay if you don't wanna, really!! A-actually, I don't even know why I'm asking, haha!" He fake laughs. His face became more redish and fluttered. He was about to pull completely away from you when you throw yourself on top of him.

You kiss him again, this time in a more needy and desperate way. You caught him off guard, but it didn't take long for him to respond to your kiss. Very gently you start to move, now sitting on his lap, never breaking the kiss as you do it.

He's overwhelmed. He can't say he never thought of you on his lap, but to actually have you there is a totally different level. He can feel himself getting harder as you get closer to him, pressing your body onto his.

Your hands go around his neck, hugging him while you press yourself on his chest. His arms hug you from your waist, caressing your back and sending you chills. He slowly lowers his hands until he reaches your butt, gently grabring it.

"Ahh, so hot" he says between kisses, making you shiver and readjust yourself on top of his laps. You start to grind on his lap, moving in a painfully slow rhythm. With his hands still on your butt you trail your kisses dawn his jawline.

He's lost in the feeling of your mouth in his neck, and just the thought of you leaving hickeys on him makes him even harder down there. How lucky was him for having a girl like you on top of him? He didn't know. He just knew he was lucky as hell.

"I-i need to tell you something.." Daisuke says. You make a signal for him to continue talking but never leaving his neck, your mouth glued to him like you need him to survive. "I'm- ah, I never... uhm, I-m a v-virgin" he finally says.

You stop the kisses, and he panics for a moment. You move back to look at him, his lips red and glimpse from the earlier kiss. You take your hand and put on his left cheek, caressing a little to bring comfort to him. "I-i'm a virgin too. Hehe" you say.

"So, like, do you want to stop here?"

"No- I mean... we c-could make it work. O-only if you want to, or course!!" You say, now being the shy one. Everything is new to you both, the feelings, the sensations, the craving, the desires: everything.

After a while, just admiring you, Daisuke comes back to kissing, not lasting long and going straight to your neck. Now, it was his turn to leave marks on you. The little noises tha scape your mouth almost making him cum right there.

The make-out is way out of control now, both of you kissing and praising each other as the clothes disappear one by one. At one point, you were only in your bra and panties sitting in front of him.

With his hand, he reaches to your arm, slowly making his way to your back. Your faces so close to each other you could count the moles in his face. "Can I take your bra off?" He asks. You nod, and he proceeds to do so.

He helps you take it out and throws it where the other clothes were thrown previously. He trails kisses down your bodies, starting from your neck and going all the way down to your clavicle. He worships you like you're the last drop of water in a desert, kissing and leaving hickeys everywhere he passes.

When he finally reaches for your boobs he can't help but stare. "Ahh, you're just so pretty~ I want you all for me," he says, looking at you.

In a bold movement, you push him down, forcing him to lay on his back while you crawl on him until you reach his lap again. For a moment, you stop what you are doing. "Wait, what about protection?"

"There in my pants, in the wallet, there is one we can use." he says. You get up quickly and gind the condom exactly where he said it was. "Do you always have this thing with you all the time? Why?" You ask coming back to him. You sit at the same position you were before.

"For moments like this." he answers, making you blush and smile a little. He smiles, too.

You look down at him, the volume in his boxes being extremely visible. "This looks painfull" you say as you help him take his boxes, leaving him full naked under you. "Oh, it is, c-can you help me?" He asks, his voice clearly more desperate than before.

You take of your last piece of clothing and open the condom. Stroking him a little before, you put it on his dick. "A-ah, that's... so tight.." he hisses. "I think you underestimated you size baby"

He blushes. "Hey, don't you think it would be less painfully if I was the one on top?" He asks

"Well, maybe... I'm not actually sure."

"Let's try then." He gets you on his arms and switches the position, now being on top. This view of you makes him feel like on cloud nine. The prettiest girl he'd ever seen all open and needy for him? Danm, he could cum just by the view of you like this.

Not being able to watch any longer, he positions himself and moves forward, his dick filling you inch by inch. The pain makes itself present, but it's not something you can't handle.

"Ah- ahh, you're so tight... shit" Daisuke says as he finally puts everything in. "Oh yes, ahh~ you're so hot, so tight, hmmm.. so fucking good"

He lay his body down, letting his weigh on top of you. You can hear his little moans in your ears as you try to get used to his length. "Danm Dai, I didn't know you were s-so big"

"S-stop it, if you talk like this I might already cum." He smiles. "A-ah, I can't believe I'm finally in you"

"I-i think.. you can move now.." You say, the pain now transformed into pleasure, making you crave for more and more of him.

He starts to push into you, the feeling consuming your senses. The extase is just too much. You actually feel like you could come right there already. "O-oh my god, ahh~"

"D-do you like it? Am I, ahh- am I doing g-good?" He asks. His voice filled with luxury, whispering right at your ear. "Y-yes, yes"

He slowly picks his pace, savoring and discovering your body. He wants to know every place you're sensible at, every move that makes you moan louder, he wants to kiss every corner of your body and make you feel so special that your would come just for him. Gosh, that's his greatest wish.

You were getting overstimulated, your clímax approaching so fast your moans started to go silent. Then, he suddenly stops. You look at him with a sad eye, a moan of protest leaving your mouth as you roll your eyes at the back of your skull.

"W-why'd you stop?"

"C-can we switch positions? Uhm, there's this one position I've always wanted to try.." he asks, his lips pouty like a little kid and his dick twitching inside you like a rock. You were in so much pleasure that you would accept anything this man asked you, so you instantly agreed.

He guides you how he wants, and you end up on all fours, with your chest glued on the bed and your ass up like a cat. He stands behind you, his eyes betraying him as he worships you. "Shit, you're so hot, you know that? Perfect, just perfect, ahh"

He positioned himself again, not sparing time for you to get used to him, going as fast as he can the moment he's inside you. He's crazy. So lost in the souce he can't make a proper sentence, he just yaps nonsense and moans desperately, seeking his hight just as he seeks your pleasure.

Your moans are like music to his ears. The more you moan, the more he knows he's good for you. "Aahhh, I don't think I'll- hmm, last any, uh longer" he moans.

He's now totally on top of you, his chest glues to your back while he leaves kisses, hickeys, and bites at your neck, making your pleasure ten times bigger. He's pushing as fast as he can, trying to make you feel as special as him.

"Ah, I-I'm gonna, ahh!" He screams. His movements become more erratic as he reaches his high. The condom becoming even more tight in his cock, now full of his liquids. You can feel his cock throb inside you, the feeling pushing you over the edge, making you both come at the same time.

The movements stop, and you just stay there trying to catch your breaths. After a while, he comes out of you and removes his condom. He lays down at your bed on his back, right by your side. You lay on your tummy and you look at each other.

"Did I do well? Was I good enough?" He asks.

"You were perfect, Dai" you reply. His eyes light, and he finally relaxes. You go closer and kiss his forehead, then his cheeks, then his nose, then you finally leave a peck at his lips. He looks at you with heart on his eyes. He's confident he's the happiest man in the world.

"So, are you seeing someone?" He asks. "Yes," you reply, "you."

After taking a bath, you both finally lay down to rest from your tiring movie night. He's hugging you from behind, leaving sugary kisses on your neck where the bruises start to appear. "Sorry I marked you, I went a little wild, hehe"

You turn to face him. "It's okay, Dai," you smile. He looks at you and throws a sad smile. You know him too danm well to recognize when something is off with him, and since he's just naturally honest, it's usually not hard to find out what it is that is bothering him.

"What happened?"

"Can I ask you a serious question?"

"Sure, go on," you reply.

"What's your favorite Pokémon?"

"Are you serious??" You ask. The sound of his laugher travellings straight to your heart.

"No, seriously now. Do you... happen to like me? Or something?" He plays with his fingers while looking down, just occasionally looking up to see your reaction. You don't even need to think before you answer him. "Yes, I do." You say.

When he was about to say something, you heard a ringtone, someone was calling you.

"It's Anya!"

"God, FINALLY!"

You accept the call. "Girl, you could have sent a message!" You sight. "It's okay, we understand. What I did all night? Ah, you know, casual things... cupcakes." Daisuke smiles by your side. "Okay, rest well, se ya!" You hang the call.

"Is my new nickname 'cupcake'?" He plays.

"Shut up."

F/n: Sorry if it looked like I was babying him, I just had this thought of him being a really sweet young guy. Also, sorry if it looked rushed, I am DEFINATLY NOT a professional, both in writing and in English. (Please tell me if I made a spelling mistake)

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7-deadly-cats · 3 months ago

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killing me softly | 9

K M S M A S T E R L I S T | <- P R EV I O U S | N E X T ->

✿ G E N R E ✿ she fell first, he fell harder | slice of life | drama

✿ P A I R I N G ✿ s1!rafe cameron x overthinking!reader (f)

✿ C O N T E N T W A R N I N G ✿ swearing, suggestive language, overthinking, sexual jokes/teasing, alcohol/drug mention, rafe being pushy/frustrated/unable to communicate his thoughts properly, tense back-and-forth bc of a verbal dispute (they solve it though so yay)

✿ S U M M A R Y O F L A S T P A R T ✿ after the confrontation with rafe at school, you told cara about everything over facetime. with the tension between you and rafe finally gone, even texting with him felt more comfortable. when you showed up at his place, sarah opened the door, eyeing you curiously before letting you know that rafe had been very insistent on getting her to leave. inside, he finally came downstairs, freshly showered, and you launched into another monologue, thanking him for not making a big deal out of your awkward behavior. despite being briefly flustered, rafe smoothly deflected it.

✿ W O R D C O U N T ✿ 3.9k+

✿ A / N ✿ i had sm fun writing this and i hope you guys will enjoy it as well hihihi. plus i'm always feeling excited with how the chapter ends bc i make shit up as i go LMAO. anyway, hope you will enjoy this as much as i did <33

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W E E K O N E // W E D N E S D A Y

"You want some?" Rafe asked casually, not bothering to look up as he sliced a banana.

You were sitting on a mahogany stool at the spacious kitchen counter, hands clutching your bag on your lap while Rafe prepared his food across from you.

Judging by the ingredients, you assumed it was his post-workout meal—Greek yogurt (obviously the low-fat kind), oats, chia seeds, chopped fruit, and a hefty scoop of protein powder he had mixed in at the start.

Honestly, it looked pretty good, but you had already eaten dinner with your parents back at home. Plus, after the conversation you’d had just a few minutes ago, your appetite was pretty much nonexistent.

For the second time that day, you had launched into a long-winded monologue. Only this time, instead of a confession, you'd been expressing your gratitude for his nonchalance.

And his response? Mhm, of course, he had done exactly what you'd just acknowledged in your little speech—smoothly deflected and shifted the dynamic right back in his favor.

Ugh, now he probably actually thinks that was some weird attempt at flirting. WHY AM I LIKE THIS?

But no, today you had decided not to spiral over stuff. And honestly, you'd been doing okay so far—until you'd opened your own damn mouth again.

So, trying to push down the wave of secondhand embarrassment, you forced a polite smile and shook your head. "Oh, no thanks, I already ate at home."

Rafe finally looked up, eyebrows raised as he met your eyes. "You actually not hungry, or is this just some polite etiquette bullshit?"

This guy and his directness…

"No, I really don't want anything," you replied awkwardly, glancing at his bowl for a split second. "But it looks good."

"So you do want some?"

You frowned. "No."

Rafe let out a short, amused breath before turning back to the cutting board. "Aight."

Lifting the board, he slid the banana slices into his bowl. And the way his arms flexed slightly as he did? Um… yeah. Something about the way he was just making his own food, casually slicing fruit—WHY WAS THAT WEIRDLY ATTRACTIVE?

You honestly had no idea where to look despite his arms and hands—help. Just sitting here watching him felt so weird anyway, you felt like some kind of creep.

And the silence creeping in again? He didn’t seem to care, but for you, it created an uncomfortable tension.

Okay, say something. Anything.

"My mom wanted me to say hi to Ward," you said, and since you could already feel the confusion creeping onto his face, you quickly added with an awkward smile, "Because of the Grady-White. She hopes he's happy with his decision."

Rafe held your gaze for a moment, his expression neutral, before turning back to his food. "Yeah, I guess. He's been traveling a lot for work lately—probably hasn’t even had time to take it out properly."

O-kay. Something about the way he said that—kinda defensive like his dad was some untouchable figure or something—made you pause. You weren’t sure what to make of it, especially since just yesterday, he’d snapped at you for bringing up Ward’s whole former Pogue background.

And then, just as quickly, you felt bad for judging him. Losing his mom couldn’t have been easy—of course, he clung to his dad. That was just human.

You nodded. "Oh, yeah, I get that. My mom barely has time for herself either, she’s always running from one meeting to the next."

Shit, shit—wrong direction. Talking about your mom when his was, well… not around anymore? Yeah, not the best move.

Fuck. And sure enough, something in that must have struck a nerve—a barely visible crease on his forehead—but he just shrugged and pulled a spoon from a drawer. "That’s just part of the deal if you want to be successful."

...

You could tolerate the fact that he was a gym bro—that was honestly still kind of hot. Even the whole kissing-his-dad’s-ass thing, you could somewhat understand. But a potential finance bro/hustler/money-obsessed whatever?

Yeah. That actually gave you the ick.

Whatever, whatever. Nobody's perfect, right? Hahahahaha.

"Yeah, I guess," you said, your tone coming out drier than intended.

Rafe smirked. "What? You don’t agree?"

Your cheeks warmed. Of course, you didn’t, but getting into that debate right now? You weren’t in the mood to annoy him again—especially not in this setting.

You fidgeted with the strap of your bag on your lap. "I just think it’s important to have enough time to take breaks and enjoy life too, that’s all."

Rafe let his spoon sink into his yogurt and huffed a small laugh—amused or condescending, you couldn’t quite tell. "With that mindset, you should probably look for a sugar daddy."

Again, you weren’t sure if he was joking or actually judging you.

"Shouldn’t be too hard to find one around here," you shot back, allowing yourself a smirk.

Rafe’s mouth tugged downward like he was trying to hold back a laugh. “You sure that message for my dad actually came from your mom?”

What was he—OH FUCK.

This asshole.

And yeah, of course, your face turned red, but more than that, a half-shocked, half-amused chuckle escaped you. "That's insane."

“Is it?” Rafe’s smirk deepened, and his tone? Oh, he knew he was being a little shit.

You shook your head, brows furrowed, an incredulous smile on your lips. “No, you’re right. I’m actually just here to become your stepmother.”

“Shit, no thanks,” Rafe scoffed, amused. “One vulture in the family is enough.”

Wow. Rafe really had some complicated relationships with his relatives.

He probably had his reasons, you figured, so you just nodded. "Guess I came here for nothing then."

That, apparently, was enough to get a real chuckle out of him. He shrugged, that smug little grin still on his face. “A real gold digger would already be investing in the next generation of rich men, just saying”

DUUUUDE.

Normally, a comment like that—probably his idea of being slick—would have turned you into a human tomato. But for some reason, his bullshit was so ridiculous, so absurdly over-the-top, that his almost-arrogant delivery just made you laugh.

And that? That pulled a real smile onto Rafe’s lips and poor guy didn’t even realize why.

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You slipped your phone back into your bag just as Rafe returned with an A3 notepad and a purple pencil case.

He placed both in front of you on the dining table. "Wheezie’s desk is covered in a bunch of crap. This was the only stuff that looked remotely useful."

You had brought your iPad with you but you figured sketching and planning on big sheets of traditional paper made more sense, especially since the final product wouldn’t be digital anyway. It also made the whole idea feel more tangible.

Rafe had thrown in a comment about how it didn’t really matter as long as the "shit got drawn somehow," but he still went upstairs to get you what you asked for.

"This should work, thanks," you said, pulling the notepad closer—only to quickly realize it wasn’t just any notepad. It was Wheezie’s personal sketchbook.

You shook your head and met Rafe’s gaze as he dropped into the chair next to you. "This is her sketchbook."

"I can see that," Rafe noted, obviously.

"We can’t use this."

Rafe raised an amused brow, like you were joking. "Of course, we can."

You frowned. "She’s got personal stuff in here. You don’t just take someone’s sketchbook."

"Then just skip over those pages."

Why wasn’t he getting it? "That’s… no. Can you just grab a different one?"

That’s when it clicked for Rafe that you were actually serious, and now he was the one frowning in confusion. "Why? Paper is paper. Who cares?"

Bruh. "That’s not the point. I wouldn’t want someone randomly flipping through my sketchbook either. It’s… it’s just disrespectful."

Rafe scoffed like you were being ridiculous and rubbed his hand over his chin, annoyed. "Wheezie doesn’t give a shit."

Okay, was he just refusing to get it, or did he genuinely not understand what you meant? Or… did he just want to win the argument?

"I do," you shot back, a queasy feeling settling in your stomach as his blue eyes locked onto you with sharp intensity. If you were a guy, he probably would’ve decked you based on that look alone.

For a moment, he just stared at you, and you thought he was about to double down. But to your surprise, he let out an amused breath and pushed himself up. "Shiiit, right. You almost killed me yesterday when I touched your iPad."

Relieved that he had actually given in—despite the lingering warmth on your cheeks from remembering that embarrassing moment—you allowed yourself a resigned smile. "I told you, I thought you were going through my art gallery."

Rafe gripped the back of the chair, raising his brows smugly. "Although… on second thought, it kinda looked like you were trying to find an excuse to get close to me."

NO NO NO NO NO, WAS HE SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!

Heat rushed to your face at full intensity as the scene replayed in your head. You had freaked out so badly that you’d practically thrown yourself at Rafe on Kelce’s couch, desperately trying to yank your iPad out of his hands—only to realize he had just been looking at your project notes. And, because you had the absolute worst luck, your hand had accidentally brushed against his thigh as you’d awkwardly pulled away.

And, up until now, he hadn't said a word about it. So WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS?!

Sure, he was probably just messing with you again, clearly enjoying the reaction he could get out of you, but oh god, this was so... WHY.

"No, that—oh my god, no… NO." You had no idea how to respond. "Just, no."

Rafe held your gaze, letting out an amused scoff. "Shit, okay." He grabbed Wheezie’s sketchbook, and—unless you were imagining things—you could almost hear the slightest hint of something off in his joking tone. “One ‘no�� would’ve been enough."

And with that, he turned away to get another sketchpad.

You ran both hands down your face, wishing you could just disappear. Why was every conversation, every interaction with Rafe so… intense?

On top of that, you never really knew how he’d respond—what topic shift, what comment, fuck no, what mood he’d hit you with next. It was deeply unsettling and, for someone like you, ridiculously hard to adjust to.

And even though, somehow, you felt comfortable around him, at the same time, you always felt so awkward—like you were walking a fine line. The thought that he might notice or figure out that you had a crush on him? UGGGHHH.

At this point, you were pretty sure he knew. Because today…it felt like he was steering the conversation toward—toward what exactly? It just felt different.

Fuck. And now you’d probably gone and pissed him off too.

And out of sheer fear of falling back into that painfully tense situation like yesterday at Kelce’s, you felt the urgent need to fix your reaction.

Rafe tossed a plain notebook onto the table as he came back. "This shitty-ass pad meet your royal standards, princess?"

And his tone? Definitely irritated. But about what exactly?

Uncertain, you glanced up at him, nervously playing with your fingers. Just ask. Communication is key, right? HAHAHAH.

"Did I say something wrong?", you carefully asked.

Rafe made a face, leaning a hand against the chair beside you. ABORT. ABORT. ABORT. "Like what?"

"I don’t know…" Fuck. Of course, someone like him wouldn’t take well to being called out. "The sketchbook thing. I didn’t mean to make you mad."

"Mad?" Rafe pushed off the chair, letting out a short, amused chuckle, like what you said was completely ridiculous. He tapped a finger against his temple. "Your head tell you that?"

"No!" You furrowed your brows, painfully aware that, yes, it absolutely had. "I just… you seemed pissed."

Rafe nodded. "Yeah. Pissed. Not mad." A lopsided smirk pulled at his lips. "There’s a pretty big difference, you know."

"I know," you shot back, your brows still drawn together. "I wasn’t even trying to— I just meant—"

You cut yourself off when Rafe ran a hand down his face. "Okay, fuck, stop that."

You shook your head in irritation, caught off guard by his tone.

He motioned to his temples with both hands. "That. The crazy-ass shit constantly running through your head." He scoffed, shaking his head. "I swear to God, it’s pissing me off—no clue how you live like that. If I wasted my time overthinking every little thing the way you do? Jesus."

His jaw tensed for a second before he flicked his fingers toward you. "Whatever it is, just say it. No overanalyzing, no long-ass justifications." His voice dropped lower, almost mocking. "Or is this some ‘please let me be easy to deal with’ pick-me type bullshit? ‘Cause if that’s the case—" he pulled back slightly, raising his brows— "I’m so fucking out."

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That��

That response completely shut your brain down, because holy shit.

The way he’d just called you out like that, the direct confrontation—It was too much. You had no idea how to react.

And your body? Fuck, your throat was tight, your heart slammed against your ribs, and your palms were so clammy it was almost overstimulating.

But what nearly sent you over the edge was the way he was looking at you. Blue eyes sharp, jaw clenched, that fucking intensity in his gaze that was almost ... intimidating.

It took everything in you to hold back tears.

But something about the way he’d phrased it—Like you hadn’t just told him this exact morning, in full vulnerability, that overthinking was a huge problem for you. Like you hadn’t literally thanked him earlier for not making a big deal out of it.

Oh, that pissed you the fuck off.

"I'm not a fucking pick-me girl," you snapped, sharper than even you expected. "Like—what the fuck? You think I overanalyze shit or question things on purpose?" Your brows pulled together in frustration. "Just this morning I tried explaining exactly that, so what the fuck?"

Now it was your turn to let out a breath of disbelief, a wry smile tugging at your lips. "And maybe I wouldn’t have to give ‘long-ass justifications’ if I wasn’t constantly put in situations where I felt like I needed to."

Oh no. You weren’t done.

"And yeah, maybe I should think less but you should definitely think a whole lot more—then maybe you'd have realized that I was just trying to address the obvious tension you had going on. I just … I wanted to make it easier for both of us to work on this project without weird vibes. Not because I’m desperate for you to like me or some shit."

OH MY HOLY FUCKING SHIT. Did I really just say that? OH MY GOD.

Your heart wasn’t just pounding anymore—it was slamming against your ribs like thunderous shockwaves. Because fuck, no one had pissed you off enough to actually snap like that in a long time.

For a moment, Rafe didn’t say anything. He just stared at you, jaw slightly tense, that one crease forming between his brows—the same one that always appeared when he couldn’t quite figure out how to react to a situation that overwhelmed him.

Then, finally, he let out a dry chuckle, tapping his fingers against his temples in that signature gesture of his. "See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about." He exhaled, shaking his head. "I was literally just trying to fucking help you, and in your head, you turned it into something completely different."

You blinked, taken aback. “Help me?” A disbelieving, irritated smile appeared on your face. “You literally just told me I piss you off and that I’m crazy in the head.”

“Jesus Christ.” Rafe ran a hand through his hair, briefly turning away as if trying to collect himself, then met your eyes again with renewed intensity. “You’re so fucking complicated. The ‘Did I say something wrong?’ shit just now? That…” He shook his head, seemingly confused and frustrated. “Shit, I thought you didn’t want me to make a big deal out of things.”

You just stared at him, completely overwhelmed because—HUH????

Your brows furrowed as you asked, incredulously, “So… you thought the best way to respond to me asking if you were mad was to … act even more irritated?”

“Fuck, I was trying to save you from another weird-ass monologue situation, okay?” Rafe shot back, his voice still dense with frustration, but something in his tone had shifted. He pulled out the chair beside you and sat down, body angled toward you, and his hands? Bro was in full gesture-mode. “You’re always so fucking tense. What do you think it’s like for me, huh? I feel like I’m walking through a fucking minefield or some shit.”

That… You knew you should still be mad because his reaction had been totally over the top considering you had just wanted to clear the air for both of you. But somehow… the frustration in his voice, that strained desperation—

It felt like he wanted you to understand but didn’t know how to communicate it.

Maybe you weren’t so different after all.

And the fact that he even thought about pulling you out of an uncomfortable situation—even if he did it in the weirdest fucking way...

Your expression softened, a hint of amusement in your voice. “I don’t need to be handled like I’m made of glass.”

Rafe leaned back slightly, his own tension easing just a bit. “It sure as fuck seems like you do.”

“I don’t, and I don’t want to be.” You paused, watching his expression. “The way you are… your bluntness… I don’t mind it.”

Ohhh shit, you needed to be careful not to slip into another confession speech because THAT kind of confession would actually kill you.

Especially because you were trying your hardest to suppress the irritation about your current state. You almost felt … normal. Because what the fuck, where were the red cheeks, the overwhelming urge to sink into the floor from sheer humiliation?

“Yeah, sure.” Rafe scoffed in disbelief, drumming his fingers lightly on the table. His other hand gestured toward you as he spoke, his tone dry. “Then why the fuck do you always react so… weird? Like, seriously—” He motioned toward himself, a slightly irritated smile on his face. “Are you scared of me or some shit?”

That pulled an incredulous laugh out of you. Shaking your head, you smiled amused. “What? No! Oh my God. It’s just…"

The fact that he still hadn’t realized your awkwardness and blushing around him were caused by your massive crush on him—God, that was actually a relief. A huge, stupid weight lifted off your shoulders.

“I just need a little time to get used to new people, that’s all.”

Rafe looked at you like he was trying to connect the dots in his head, piecing you together. He scratched his chin, tilting his head slightly. “So… you still feeling too uncomfortable or what?”

It was kind of cute that he was actually trying to understand your brain. Even if it seemed to cost him every ounce of willpower and patience he had.

The faintest blush crept onto your cheeks. “No, I mean… not because of you, at least.”

It’s because I’ve had a crush on you for seven years, and now I’ve been thrown into this completely overwhelming situation by my fucking art teacher, and I’m terrified of making a fool of myself. Which, clearly, I already am.

But instead, all you said was, “That’s something I need to work on myself.”

Rafe studied you for a second, still looking puzzled, then shook his head. “Okay, fuck this, that’s enough.” But the remaining bite in his voice didn’t seem to be directed at you anymore. “Friday night, yeah?—Kelce is throwing some party at his place with the shittiest people from our grade. You’re coming along, downing a line of shots or snorting a line of coke—I don’t give a shit—but you’re turning your fucking brain off for once.”

He raised his eyebrows, his next words carrying a firm urgency. “And later, you’re gonna let someone fuck all that tension, overthinking bullshit, whatever-the-fuck, right out of your brain.”

YO WHAT THE FUCK??? EXCUSE ME???

Your expression flickered between disbelief, amusement, and irritation, and since it couldn’t decide on one, you just stared at Rafe blankly.

Because you had no fucking clue if he was joking or being serious—because holy fucking shit if he was serious then??? WHAT.

Of course, you’d been to parties before but the host was usually someone Cara was cool with but Kelce’s party???

Rafe shrugged. “Bring a friend, come alone, I don't care, but shit’s not gonna change if you don’t do something about it.”

OH SURE, BECAUSE IT’S JUST THAT EASY, RIGHT?

“That’s insane,” you finally said, your voice edged with dry amusement. “How… I mean, what? How is that supposed to help me?”

“Shit, it would help me,” Rafe scoffed, clearly entertained. “Whatever your problem is—whether it’s all in your head or, shit, I don’t know, maybe you just need to get properly laid—but whatever it is, it’s pressure. And once that’s gone—” He pulled his lips into a half-smirk, lifting his shoulders with complete nonchalance. "All the other shit falls into place. And I can enjoy the remaining project sessions in peace, without feeling the nervousness radiating off of you.”

Oh my God. You definitely had issues, but Rafe? This guy had no idea how to express emotions or sympathy like a normal person. Instead of saying, I want to help you, he said… whatever the fuck this was supposed to be.

You frowned. “Yeah, no thanks. I’m not into drugs or hookup culture. And besides, it’s rude to show up uninvited to a party.”

“No one wants to see Kelce’s shitty face either, but he still crashes every party,” Rafe shot back before leaning back, now an irritated look on his face. “And I literally just invited you.”

THAT. You could practically hear your brain say: Maximum processing capacity reached. System shutting down.

“Yeah, I mean, but—”

“For fuck’s sake, just say yes.”

Fuck, everything in you wanted to understand—no, to rationalize—what the hell was going on in Rafe's head and—AHHHHHH.

“Okay,” you blurted out before your brain had the chance to overanalyze it.

For a split second, surprise flashed across Rafe’s face before it melted into a satisfied smirk. “Shit, I hope you’re aware I’m the best thing that’s happened to you this week.”

Or the worst, you thought, already tasting the regret on your tongue. Depending on how it'll end.

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dragoneyelashart · 3 months ago

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ᯓ★ the summer we lost • chapter 1

summary: it was supposed to be the perfect summer—just before college, you and your online friend "william" had planned out meeting this summer, but everything came to a screeching halt when your parents dropped the bomb that you had to get a job at a family friend’s dance studio. so instead of having fun, you’re stuck teaching kids who can barely stay on their feet, alongside a girl you can’t stand. now, while your friends are living their summer, you’re tangled up in a mess of pirouettes, bratty 7-year-olds, and a summer you’ll never get back. warnings: angst | mature language | sexual content |

authors note: first chapter yay! anyways hope you like it 🤓 wc: 2.4k the summer we lost masterlist

the faint sound of pink + white by frank ocean played in the background, barely audible over the hum of the fan in the corner. summer had finally started, and you'd never been more relieved. the thought of school was now a distant blur—replaced with warm air, late nights, beach days, laughter-soaked parties, sunburnt cheeks, and most importantly... finally meeting william.

you met william online when you were both thirteen. it started with a random comment thread on some the office fan page—though, ironically, you never liked the show. she loved it. you found that kind of funny. she made it clear early on that her name wasn’t actually william—apparently it was a name her parents had considered for her before she was born. you told her wilma sounded cooler, but eventually you gave up and just called her “w.”

you'd been talking for years—through awkward middle school phases, heartbreaks, friend drama, late-night vents, shared playlists, and too many inside jokes to count. you’d planned to meet so many times, but something always got in the way. deep down, you were scared. it felt too surreal, too risky—like what if she wasn’t who she said she was? what if she was a sixty-year-old man behind a screen? you'd asked once, out of anxiety more than suspicion, and her answer was always something ridiculous like, “i have titty pics” or “check my onlyfans.” it didn’t help, but it made you laugh—and eventually, you stopped questioning it.

you were lying across your bed, freshly manicured nails tapping fast against your screen as you texted her.

4:32pm

w: so, i was thinking we could stay at a beach house???

you: you know how many murders have happened in a beach house...

w: why do you know that off the top of your head? i'm not gonna murder you jeez... not yet at least

you giggled, shaking your head as the two of you slipped into your usual rhythm—half banter, half confession. the conversation floated effortlessly until a knock broke the moment. soft at first, then louder, followed by the faint sound of scratching against wood.

before you could say anything, the door creaked open. your mom stepped in, wearing that look—the one that meant she’d already made a decision and was now trying to sell it to you gently. eyebrows slightly drawn together, lips pressed in thought.

you sighed, already bracing yourself.

“your father and i were talking,” she began, “and we thought maybe this summer, you could get a job—”

you groaned out loud, flopping back dramatically.

“mom, please. i have the whole summer for that. it literally just started.”

“it’s better to start now,” she continued, her voice laced with too much enthusiasm. “plus, i talked to maggie—you remember her, her kids did that song at the talent show? well, she’s on the cake committee and she mentioned her daughter’s managing a dance studio and they just lost an instructor.”

you raised an eyebrow, only half-listening.

“she said they’re looking for someone to fill in for the summer. it’s perfect! you’d only be there for a couple of months, and they’re paying $50 an hour.”

you sat up straighter at that part, but it didn’t change the sinking feeling in your stomach.

“she wants you there tomorrow morning. 8:30 sharp. i’ll text you the details,” she said with finality, already halfway out the door.

you opened your mouth, ready to protest, but nothing came out. instead, you just stared at the door as it clicked shut, and all the plans you’d been dreaming about for years—the beach house, the sunrises, the first time you’d finally hear her laugh in real life—started to dissolve.

you picked up your phone.

4:45pm

you: hey slight issue...

w: is the beach house too small? i can find another?

you: no uh, my mom wants me to get a summer job

w: oh thank god i thought you were about to cancel

you: yeah um. about that. the job’s for the whole summer.

you stared at the blinking cursor, waiting for a reply. nothing.

you watched the time jump—4:46, then 4:47. still nothing.

you imagined her face. not that you really knew what she looked like outside of selfies and blurry facetime screenshots—but you pictured her anyway. she’d probably read the message, tossed her phone across the bed, then laid there with her hands over her face dramatically. it was kind of her thing.

finally, your screen lit up.

w: ...damn.

w: i don’t even know what to say lol i mean i get it but also w: this was supposed to be the summer

you exhaled slowly, thumb hovering over your screen. typing. deleting. typing again. you didn’t know what to say either. it was supposed to be the summer. everything had aligned—your schedules, her flight, the place you’d picked out by the water. it wasn’t anything crazy, just a two-bedroom spot with seafoam green walls and patio lights that looked like they’d been there since the 90s. you could already picture the way the air would smell—salt, sunscreen, maybe a hint of freshly cut flowers that lay idle amongst the beach.

and now? now it was morning alarms and bratty kids in ballet shoes.

you: i know. i’m sorry. i didn’t even know this was happening you: she just walked in and assigned me the whole damn summer you: i’m still trying to process it

a minute passed. then another. yet there was no reply.

the next morning you throw your bag into the backseat of your car, the slam echoing louder than expected in the quiet morning air. it’s 8:30 on a saturday. school ended yesterday. everyone else is probably still asleep, or maybe already texting the group chat about some spontaneous beach plan. meanwhile, you’re dragging yourself to a summer job you didn’t even ask for. you still didn't even have a response from william.

you’ve worked before. café, library, record store, even a brief stint at a radio station. every single time, your bosses sucked. like, truly. and now, here you are, hoping this one won’t suck as bad as the rest.

you park in front of the studio. it’s tucked into a line of quiet storefronts, with soft yellow letters on the glass spelling out luna dance collective. despite everything, a small flicker of curiosity sparks in you. the place doesn’t look terrible. maybe it won’t be.

plus, if you're being honest with yourself, there’s a part of you that's mildly excited. maybe teaching at a dance studio could be fun. and if you’re lucky... maybe someone cute will sign up for a class. or already works here.

you walk inside and spot a girl with soft curls hunched over a laptop at the front desk. she looks up immediately and gives you a bright, too-wide smile.

“hey! you must be... y/n?”

you nod. “yep. that’s me.”

“cute name,” she says, practically glowing. “i’m luna.”

luna types something quickly, then glances back at you. “okay so, we’ve got two spots that need filling. you can either take the little kids’ class... or, wait for it—senior citizens’ zumba.”

you blink. she tries to hold back a laugh.

“i’ll take the kids,” you say immediately. “please.”

she nods approvingly. “smart choice. you’ve got the 1 pm on saturdays for the 5–8 year olds, same group again on mondays at 3, and the older kids—like 10 to 11—on tuesday through thursday at 5. easy enough.”

she shows you around, explaining where you can keep your stuff, the wifi password, and how to use the bluetooth speaker in the studio rooms. you’re half-listening until she gestures toward a door near the back.

“and that’s the private studio. b’s in there right now. if you ever want to practice or just chill between classes, that’s the place.”

“b?” you ask.

“billie,” she says casually, already moving toward the hallway. “she owns the place, or well her parents do. maggie comes around here sometimes,” okay so billie is maggie's daughter, she sounds familiar.

you follow her, trying not to trip over your own feet as you peek into the room.

inside, there’s a girl dancing—small, athletic, with dark hair that moves like silk. she glides across the hardwood like she’s part of the music, her movements sharp but graceful, every beat hitting like instinct. you’re frozen. completely mesmerized. she’s stunning.

as if sensing you, she glances your way. her gaze lands on yours—steady, unreadable. then, just as quickly, she turns back to her routine like you were never there at all.

“who’s that?” you manage to whisper.

“i told you. that’s billie,” luna says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “she’s intense. but she’s good.”

intense is an understatement. you can’t stop watching her.

luna grabs your arm suddenly. “c’mon. let’s go say hi!”

“uh—no, it’s fine, she looks busy—” you start, but it’s too late. luna’s dragging you into the room like you don’t have functioning legs of your own.

“bil! this is y/n—the one teaching the kids’ classes,” luna calls out.

billie pauses mid-spin and walks over slowly, not quite acknowledging you yet. she grabs a water bottle from the bench and takes a sip, looking you over like she’s reading your entire life story just from your shoes.

she’s even prettier up close, and that realization is like a punch to the chest.

luna keeps talking like none of this is awkward. “y/n, this is billie. our dance boss. literally.”

billie raises an eyebrow. “does the girl talk or did you hire a mute?”

your face flushes. you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out.

“actually you hired her,” luna fires back, grinning.

billie narrows her eyes slightly and then, with the cockiest smirk you’ve ever seen, says, “pretty sure i wouldn’t hire someone who can’t talk. you can speak, right, baby?”

baby. your brain short-circuits.

you stutter, completely mortified. “i—uh, i—yeah, i...”

billie scoffs, clearly unimpressed. she grabs a towel off the wall. “seriously, lu? this is who you brought in?”

and just like that, she walks into the changing room, door swinging shut behind her.

you’re left there, stunned, replaying her voice—low, smooth, teasing. it messes with your heartbeat.

“she’s nicer once you get to know her,” luna says like it’s nothing. “don’t take it personally.”

you don’t reply. you’re too busy mentally spiraling.

then, as if on cue, luna shoves her phone in your face. “oh, by the way, give me your insta!”

you enter your username on autopilot.

@/lunaf wants to follow you! [accept] | decline ___________________ taglist: @amara-eilish @bilswifee @jayjaywetforbils @billieeilishismywifey @iamnicoke @st0nerlesb0 | send me an ask if you want to be added!

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momoswifee · 9 months ago

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The Fall

Pairing: Mina x fem!reader

Synopsis: "Have you ever gotten everything you ever wanted? No, but I once got very close."

Warnings: Grief, death mention, overworking, depression, alcohol consumption, isolation.

w/c: 2997

A/n: Hi!! I'm sorry for taking so long but yay! final chapter!! I'm so happy I finally finished this, I hope everyone who read all of this has enjoyed it, and thank you all for supporting me on this and for reading it!! I'm sorry if this feels rushed by the end, I really tried to write a good ending but yeah. I hope you guys enjoy it!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

“Mina, you really didn’t have to...” Your father says, smiling at the box she had brought.

“They’re your favourite, I have a shop near my apartment that sells them so it really isn’t that big of a deal…” she dismisses, handing him the expensive box of chocolates.

“They were her favourite too…” He whispers, smiling at the thought, as he looks down at it. The contrary feeling washes through her. Every time she walks down the street she instinctively looks at it and wishes to go in, to get one of those ridiculously expensive boxes, bring it home and get drunk on your memory.

Two years had passed, two whole years without you, and she felt like it was yesterday that they took you to the operating room and took you away from her. She had kept her word and had come to your parent's house for dinner occasionally, to remember you, to let them see her as an extension of their kid.

As soon as she went through the door, a big white ball of fur almost tackled her to the ground. “Hey honey” she says, laughing as Otis excitedly pushes himself onto her, trying to get close. “I missed you too.”

Three months after your passing, Mina had already gone on the press tour, she had already attended the premier, everything to do with her most recent movie was done, and she had nothing to occupy her mind with anymore.

She only had herself, in her big empty apartment to worry about. Otis had been sent to your parents when she started the press tour, she couldn’t take care of him properly. She had never gone to pick him up after.

Once she was home, she could barely get out of bed, she didn’t talk to anyone, she didn’t answer any calls. She just laid there and thought about how you weren’t with her. At one point she did think about going to get Otis back, he was the only thing she had left of you. But as soon as she got in the car, she realized that she hadn’t been good to him, to the only thing you had left behind. If she wasn’t being good to him, she didn’t deserve him. He had gotten older, he was 10 now, and she had met him when he was 3, but he still greeted her the same.

“You’ve been working a lot,” Your mom starts, once they’re all at the table. “Have you been taking care of yourself?”

“I have a pretty good agent,” Mina replies, laughing, trying to show that she is happy with it, that it is something that she’s doing because she knows it’s good for her career. “I’ve been offered pretty good opportunities, I’m just trying to make the best out of it.”

The truth is, she took on the most challenging jobs possible so that she never had to think about you more than she had too. She needed to keep you out because it had been two years and if she heard a sound of a leave being crunched while she was walking she would automatically think that it was you who was coming to her. If she heard someone knock at her door, she would think that it was you who was knocking. Every time she went to the supermarket and decided to buy oranges, she would freeze because it reminded her of your citrus smell, she decided to just not consume oranges again. The mere mention of hockey would almost send her into a spiral.

She hated that she would spend more time remembering you, than she had spent by your side, so, she focused on everything that had nothing to do with you. She would become another person, she would impersonate the character, she would absorb their essence and forget you.

After lunch, Mina offered to take Otis on a walk, to go into the town, maybe get some groceries if needed. “Have you been having fun, buddy?” She asks, receiving an almost enthusiastic bark from him. She missed him, but she knew it was for the best.

She hadn’t been to the town for a while, now usually her parents went to her, they knew she wanted to avoid it. At maximum, she would go to only their house or your parents and then leave. She honestly surprised herself when she offered to take Otis on a walk to town.

Once she had reached the center, what she saw first was your old shop, now turned bakery. She remembered the talk with your parents, how it was just you who was working there, there really was no need to keep it open, it would be best to leave the spot open for another business.

The little bakery looked good, she got curious. She got closer. Inside were little cakes, cookies of all forms, pastries of all kinds, everything you used to love. A little tug from Otis prompted her to slightly look to her left, and there Jihyo was. She felt her heart stop. She had let her hair grow, her face had more set features, her smile lines still intact. She was laughing with some friends. She looked happy, so she did what she did best, she ran away.

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“So we have a scheduled photoshoot until 4 pm and right after that you’ll be doing that interview because of your most recent nomination…”

Oh yeah, the nomination. Her role had been moving to many, so she had been told, it had been good enough to be considered for one of the biggest awards there were: an Oscar.

“The driver will be there to pick you up after the shoot, and I’ll meet you at the script read ok?” Her manager, Miyawaki Sakura, an angel sent from heaven, said.

Sakura, although a bit younger than Mina, had always been there for her, and more recently, had been trying to help her skyrocket her career as well as keep her healthy. After she had heard what had happened with her last manager, the over working, the whole episode where she went to the hospital, all she wanted was for Mina to have a safe and healthy environment at work, while still achieving her career goals.

While she was being photographed, watched by people she didn’t know, all she could do was pose, blank her mind, just do whatever she was told. While she was being interviewed she did more of the same, answered the questions simply, always showing gratitude, always with her practised smile plastered on her face.

“So Mina! First, congrats on the nomination!” The interviewer kindly says. “I’m sure this feels like a dream! I’m sure you’re getting closer to everything you’ve ever wanted right?”

She smiled politely and agreed with a nod. She continues to answer the questions with an almost excited tone, with a beaming smile. But in the back of her mind, she only heard a series of “no’s” being said right after the kind woman in front of her had asked if she had got closer to everything she had ever wanted. If she had asked this in the early days of her career, she would’ve said yes and meant it. If this had been asked before you had been taken away from her, she would’ve said yes and meant it. Now she said this half-heartedly, only wishing to go back to when she actually had everything, when she had you.

☾

“She looked happy…” Mina says, a lingering smile on her face as she dusts off the leaves that had fallen on her. “I know you would be disappointed in me for not going up to her, but what could I possibly say to her after all this time?”

You don’t answer, obviously, you’re not there. There’s only your gravestone with the flowers Mina had brought with her. Purple Hyacinths.

“I miss you,” she whispers, picking out the little brown leave that rested on top of the stone. You loved autumn. The colours, the leaves, the nights with the soft rain sounding out. She was glad you had been put beneath such a big tree, that now displayed such fiery colours.

After almost forgetting his presence, Otis makes himself known by huffing as he lays down his head on Mina’s lap, as he stares at the stone in front of them.

All of this is way too familiar to Mina, taking Otis to see you had become a common outing, and she wishes it hadn’t. She longed for the days that he would run through the orange and red leaves happily while you held her hand and admired the seasonal sight. She hated having to come here with Otis and watch him slowly walk through those same coloured leaves, almost as if he was dreading having to face your grave, just as she was.

☾

“Otis give it back!”

Mina felt strange. She felt warm. The sun was hitting her just right, she felt so good. The breeze was hitting her face gently, the sound of splashing water, the birds above her, the branches of the trees swaying with the light breeze. It was perfect.

“Well, I guess he just doesn’t want to play catch.”

A voice. Oh and what a sweet voice it was.

“Hm, I’m sure just needs a little break.” She says, smiling instinctively at the person in front of her. The sun blinding her eyes, just letting her see the silhouette.

“In the meantime I’ll keep you company” It says, sitting right next to her, offering her a smile. Your smile.

You’re there. You’re there with her.

She touches your hand, it’s warm. She can feel the heat travel through her body.

Her right hand, as if gaining a mind of its own, goes straight to your face and her fingers trace your soft features.

You look at her in amusement, already used to this kind of behaviour. Your smile is quickly replaced by a frown. “Mina, what’s wrong?”

Only then does she notice that she was crying. She doesn’t know why. Everything was fine.

“I don’t know” Mina laughs, wiping her tears, leaning in to briefly kiss your soft warm lips.

Everything was perfect.

“Want to join me in the water?” You whisper into her lips, her hand at the back of your neck, not letting you get away from her that fast.

The sun was so comforting against her back. She no longer felt that weird sensation. She was good.

“I think I should stay here for now…” She whispers.

“Ok.” You get up, gently taking her hand away from yours. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

You send her a small, sad, smile as you leave, going in Otis direction.

Suddenly a big thud is heard and Mina jolts awake in a cold sweat. She notices that the left side of the bed is empty.

“Yn?” She quietly calls. Maybe you had gone to the bathroom. Before she thinks about getting up, she looks over to your side of the bed, and at your night stand, lay your dusty glasses.

She hated these dreams. She never knew they were dreams, it felt like she was back with you again. She couldn’t appreciate those fictitious moments because she never remembered that you were gone when she entered that dream state.

You never left her head, you were constantly present, but in the past few weeks, you had come to see her more often as soon as she fell asleep. She would not be able to lie and say that she had been more excited lately to follow a more strict sleep schedule, it was, however, torture, waking up and not having you by her side.

☾

Her throat burned. Every step she took felt like she was going to fall face down on the dirt. The bottle in her hand getting lighter with each step she took.

“I hate you” She spits out as soon as she sees you. “I hate you. I hate that I won one of the most prestigious awards there are and still the only thing I had on my mind was your name.”

Y/n, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n

It was all that was going through her head as she delivered her heartfelt speech.

“Why can’t you just let me go,” she brokenly whispers as she kneels next to you. Her gold coloured dress now stained with dirt. “It feels like you haunt me, I can never live just a day without thinking about you, and it kills me”

She says this, knowing that she doesn’t let herself move on. She left your shared house, she left your clothes, your precious peach trees behind. She even left Otis.

She did however bring your glasses and pose them on a night stand next to her bed, she still wears her engagement ring around her neck, she still hasn’t thrown in the trash your little shampoo bottle you kept at her house, nor all your expired skincare products. Every morning she would wake up, gently massage her face with her precious serum while staring at yours.

“Some days I wish I had never met you,” The burn down her throat now had become familiar. “I wish I hadn’t met you, so I could live a happy life.”

Right after those words left her mouth she feels tears streaming down her face. It’s all a lie, the best thing that had ever happened to her was you. It wasn’t the stupid award she had just won, it was the life she had envisioned with you.

Finally, she starts to feel like her knees are burning so she decides to just rest her body on the stone.

“You promished you wouldn’t leave” she slurs out. “I can’t do this without you…”

Before she can even try to say anything again, she feels someone’s hand on her shoulder. She allows herself to think that it is you. That you had finally come to take her with you.

“Mina-”

Momo.

“Mina, what are you doing here?” The oldest asks, taking in the sight in front of her. Mina resting against your tombstone, her once golden dress now stained with dirt, her make-up completely ruined.

“I missed her.”

What was she supposed to say? That she came to yell at you to stop haunting her life? That she lied through her teeth when she had told her cousin about how well she was doing, how excited and anxious she was to learn about the award when in truth she couldn’t care less?

Thankfully, Momo didn’t press for answers, she just took the bottle from her hand and helped her up, promising to take Mina home and helping her get better.

On her way home, all she wanted to do was to beg Momo to take her back. She just wanted to be with you.

☾

Momo hadn’t left her side since her escapade to see you. She stayed with her and kept her company, not wanting to see her baby cousin so distraught and alone. While she did appreciate the caring nature of the oldest girl, all she needed was to be alone. She had already asked Sakura if any job offers or any interesting roles had come up. She just wanted to get back to normal.

She hadn't been sleeping properly, always too afraid of seeing you in her dreams. The stress of not having any work also didn't help, she felt useless. She had already, deep cleaned the house, re-arranged her closet, bought new curtains, and installed them herself. She needed to keep busy.

“Momo you really don’t have to stay here,” She sighs out, already tired of this recurring conversation.

“I’m not leaving you alone. Mina, no one knew where you were, you just vanished. Sakura called me worried sick!” Momo exclaims. “I’m not trying to suffocate you, I just want to know that you’re alright.”

“And I am,” She says, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. “It was a moment of weakness, I’ve been missing her for a while." She stops. "I’m alright.”

"I-" Momo starts sighing. "You've been trying to keep busy, but have hardly slept. Try to sleep," she says, getting up from her seat. "You must be tired. I have to go to work now, but I'll be back when you wake up alright?"

She thinks about Momo's suggestion after she leaves. The truth is, she doesn't want to sleep. She's just afraid she will see you again in her dreams and not be able to remember and not appreciate her moments with you.

Unfortunately, sleep is stronger than her and she is knocked out before she knows it.

☾

"Are you sure you don't want to get into the water? It's actually pretty nice!"

She remembered everything.

There you were, inside the lake, softly smiling at her, waiting for her response.

She gets up and walks to you. She sits on the pier and lets her feet soak in the water.

It does feel nice.

Your hands go to hold her legs, gently rubbing them.

"I missed you." You whisper as you look up to her.

Her hand goes straight to your face. She can feel your skin. Every bump, every almost-healed acne scar. She can feel you.

"I'm here now." Mina says, looking into your eyes. The eyes she had fallen in love with.

And then she jumps into the water to be with you. All she feels is warmth. She feels your hands holding her waist and pulling her closer. She opens her eyes and sees that you had dipped with her. It reminds her of when you used to kiss her underwater, so she goes and brushes her lips on yours, melting into your touch when you pull her closer to properly feel her lips on yours.

She's happy, and she doesn't even think about ever going up to breathe.

She's with you at last.

#twice x reader #mina x reader #myoui mina x reader #twice imagines #kpop x reader

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emxisms · 1 month ago

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hi it’s me again!! thank you for the headcanons!! i just graduated and i wanted to ask for some more headcanons :3

can you pls do headcanons of vincent and thomas if they were college students? and also how they’d meet the reader? thank you sm!!!

YAY! Congratulations! Absolutely I can do this for you. 🩶

𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖙 & 𝖁𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗 𝖝 𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖊!𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 (𝖘𝖊𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊)

✎𓂃. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁༉‧₊˚.

𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖙

Thomas is a very smart man. He always excelled in his classes, and spent all of his time in his dorm studying.

He was a loner, and refused to interact with anybody. No parties, no friends, empty lunch table, all of the above.

That was, until you and Thomas were paired together by your professor.

"Excuse me, I'd like for you to work with Thomas on this assignment. You two will be doing this essay together."

You'd never admit this to anybody, but you had a thing for him.

You'd seek him out in crowds for even the slightest chance of seeing him, even though you knew he wouldn't be there. You'd hope that maybe he would change his mind about going to a party, and that maybe you'd finally have a chance to shoot your shot.

Of course, he didn't. Like always, he'd lock himself in his dorm room and isolate himself all night.

Anyway, back to the point.

Thomas didn't seem the happiest to be working in pairs. It wasn't anything personal, he just doesn't enjoy the company. College kids can be mean.

But, he always noticed you. He noticed your shining smile, and your neat clothes. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he has a crush on you. Damn it.

"Hi.. I don't think we've– um, met before.. I'm y/n."

You offer to shake his hand, and he wants to accept, but he doesn't.

"Thomas.." he mumbles. He's nervous.. why is he nervous? What are you doing to him??

You smile, feeling proud of yourself. Although it was literally one word, he spoke to you! He doesn't talk to anybody. At all.

As time goes on, you two find that you really enjoy your time together. You start dressing up nicer, making more of an effort than usual to your appearance. Thomas looked forward to the class, and made sure to save you a seat every afternoon.

Maybe this class project can turn into something more..

𝖁𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗

Vincent majors in art. He always dreamed of becoming known. For his work to be truly seen. With going to college, he was hoping people would notice him.

Of course, you were first to notice him, but not necessarily for his art. You noticed him. His slick black hair, his beautiful eyes.

He always wore this wax mask over his face, but you seemingly were.. into it.

You were also majoring in art. You two saw each other around, a lot. Although, you were never brave enough to speak up.

You figured Vincent doesn't have time for someone like you. He's always painting.

That could not be more far from the truth. Well, mostly.

Vincent will spend hours in his dorm working on paintings. Watercolor, acrylic, oil, you name it. He's doing it all.

What you didn't know is that those paintings are all of you. Your delicate skin and soft hair being portrayed onto each canvas. Your eyes always had the most detail. He loves your eyes.

Finally, you found the guts to say something to him. It took a lot of mental affirmations and courage.

"Hey! I really like that painting you're working on. I think you're pretty good."

You give him a charming smile, sweet and genuine.

Vincent looks into your eyes, and you can tell he's smiling behind the mask.

He doesn't speak.. but he nods at you. His way of saying thank you.

For the rest of class, he's teaching you how to make the paintbrush run smoothly, and how to layer your acrylics.

By the time class is over, you thank him and smile. He nods at you again, and something just takes over your body. Like you're possessed.

You hug him.

He hugs you back!

Hopefully you can make this work. You better make it work.

✎𓂃. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁༉‧₊˚.

Hi! I hope this is what you were looking for. Also, I wanted to thank you for your support and requests! It all means the world to me. You rock!!

Requests ~ ☑️

#fanfic #slashers x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #vincent sinclair #horror fanfiction #vincent sinclair x reader #x reader

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camilaxmartin · 1 year ago

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I’m so glad there is another Lute lover 😭 literally she makes me feral. I was wondering if you could do headcanons for Lute w a super feminine gf (in personality and fashion sense)! If not that’s totally cool and you can ignore this ask!!! Have a great day! :) 💜

her princess

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summary: headcanons about lute being in relationship with a high feminine girl and everything that comes with it:)

warnings: soft!lute, a bit suggestive part at the end, adam being a dick in one scene

notes: finally getting to the requests! yay! anyway, LOVED WRITING THIS ONE AS I AM PERSONALLY A VERY FEMININE GIRLIE SKDHDDJ

requests: open!!

★ | let’s start with the fact that you’re literally the purest and most beautiful angel lute has ever seen in her life and in whole heaven. the first time you two meet she literally can’t take her eyes off of you, explaining to herself that she’s just simply admiring how confident you are while being so… girly and the literal opposite of what she has thought her whole life being confident means.

★ | it was nothing special, the first time you two met, just a simple, accidental meeting on the promenade of heaven, lute walking home off-duty when she spots you. if she hadn’t have this much of self control she’d just stop in her tracks and stare at you, but thankfully her mind didn’t let her. she notices the way you’re dressed and how amazingly beautiful your wings present themselves with this whole look and she’s literally speechless. not that she’d utter a word to you if she wasn’t.

★ | it’s obvious you notice her as well, how could you not? an angel like her just walking around the promenade, cmon now, who wouldn’t notice her? you smile softly to her and just turn away, walking your own path, making that dress of yours flatter perfectly. lute’s eyes haven’t left your presence till you literally disappeared from her field of view. and she could’ve sworn her body didn’t have any reaction to you, yet her wings came right in to disobey her. they puffed up ever so slightly, making lute feel the heat going through her back. and since then, you haven’t left her thoughts alone, messing up with her daily schedule and everything she’s known.

★ | adam has picked up on her strange behaviour almost immediately and looked at her suspiciously:

“what’s up your ass this morning, danger-tits?” he asked looking at her with his eyebrows raised. she sighed and rolled her eyes.

“nothing, just…” she stopped mid sentence and huffed. “nothing” she added and flew off, getting ready for her training.

★ | the next time she saw you, she was walking home as well but this time spotted you sitting at the ‘gods-caffe’ eating a donut with sprinkles. she stopped and just simply observed you through the huge window on the wall of the caffe, definitely forgetting about a fact that you can, indeed, see her too. just when you finished your last bite of that donut you instinctively turned your head to the side and noticed her, literally starring at you. at first you were a bit confused but that expression almost immediately turned into a soft smile, as you started to get up from your seat. that action seemed to pull lute out of her state as she immediately started walking away and even flew up just to not let you catch her.

★ | and that simple interaction if you can even call it that, caused another wave of questions from adam to fall over her the next morning:

“okay, you’re quite out of this world, what’s on your mind huh?” he asked smiling like he knew exactly what was going on and put his hands on his hips. lute rolled her eyes and groaned flying away once again, to join the other exterminators in their sparring.

★ | as she finally thought she got over that mystical angel girl that seemed to corrupt her mind, as she was flying around heaven with adam, he bumped into you causing a lot of chaos:

“watch where you’re flying, asshole!” he yelled not even looking at who he’s bumped into. when lute turned her head and noticed you, her eyes immediately went wide and she felt the lump in her throat forming, looking at your another dress fitting you just so perfectly, the colour matching your eyes.

“oh, sorry” you said stroking your cheek where adam’s mask has hit you few second ago. he rolled his eyes and immediately flew off, flying even higher up the clouds. your eyes finally noticed the girl who seemed to be staring at you for a moment now. you smiled to her softly and waved.

“hi” you said with remaining smile, your dress floating in the motion of your wings keeping you in air. lute was immediately pulled out of her thoughts and stared at you even more intensely now.

“uh- hi” she said looking away and her eyes stared following adam who was now waiting above the two of you with confusion forming on his mask.

“i saw you in front of that caffe, and wanted to talk to you but you disappeared” you said with a soft chuckle and lute swore it was the softest sound she’s heard in her life. and then she noticed you were waiting for her response.

“oh yeah- i was just passing by” she shrugged simply, trying to erase the fact that she was literally starring at you that day. “you…” she cleared her throat and looked up at adam again. “i have to go” she said quickly and flew off, joining adam high up. you just followed her with your eyes and with a small frown but decided not to chase them not wanting to get into another conversation with that dude.

★ | and after that incident adam was even more sure what was happening. he started annoying lute all day long about that girl she suddenly lost her ability to speak around and that it’s unknown for her to do so. he started joking about how the girl was literally looking like a doll and that was when lute had had enough of him and decided to take a day off, just to gather her thoughts and, let’s be real here, get a break from this dipshit

★ | on her day off, she decided to simply fly around heaven to let her mind wander and finally get rest. after a lot, and i mean, a lot, of thinking and wondering she’s come to conclusion that it’s immaculate that you’re able to be confident as an angel looking that… feminine. which made her mind spiral even deeper making all of her thoughts just about you, about how you look, about your voice and how soft it is and how outrageously sweet your lips must taste… wait-

★ | she’d probably spend her whole day off just on that when she noticed you sitting on a cloud close to when she was actually flying. she took a deep breath and decided to approach you. she flew up to the cloud immediately and just floated right next to you. your head turned immediately and the most beautiful smile she’s ever seen creeped onto your face.

“hi” she said with more confidence this time her wings immediately opening more and puffing up a bit. you obviously noticed that and chuckled, the sound making lute’s wings puff up even more.

“hi” you responded and moved a bit so she could sit down next to you. and she did.

★ | i’d say your attraction to her grew rather quickly same as hers to you. she was still amazed by your delicate personality and the way you dressed and how you managed to pull it off so… effortlessly. and believe me, it added a lot to her liking to you.

★ | after that accidental meeting on that cloud, lute decided to ask you out to that caffe she saw you in, not even realising it sounded like a date and not just a normal meet-up, but the smile on your face assured her that you didn’t mind it being an actual date.

★ | when you two met up for that date, lute was surprised to find out that you had some kind of a sweet tooth and couldn’t imagine a coffee without something sweet to eat with it. she let you pick whatever you wanted and whichever coffee you wanted and smiled seeing you picked out the sweetest one they offered while also ordering a slice of strawberry-chocolate cake with it. she ordered an expresso for herself without anything to eat.

“i see you like sweet things” she chuckled sitting down at one of the tables against huge windows. you giggled taking a sip.

“what can i say? i guess i like to sweeten up my life as much as i can” you chuckled taking a bite from your cake. “in any matter” you added with a small smirk.

she raised her eyebrow at you not fully understanding. “what do you mean?” she asked taking a sip from her cup.

“i choose sweet people to sweeten up my life as well as the sweetest treats i can find” you laughed and lute’s eyes went wide as she looked away from you with a chuckle trying to hide her embarrassment from that little teasingly compliment of yours.

★ | lute was delighted to find out you loved flowers. the first time she’s ever been in your apartment, she noticed straight away how many plants you had and that you always had some kind of flowers on your coffee table in the saloon. she smiled to herself knowing exactly how to surprise you next time.

“hi!” she yelled flying up to your window one day and waking you up. you yawned and walked over to the window opening it and looking at her surprised.

“lute?” you asked surprised, looking at the girl floating behind your window wearing a wide grin.

lute’s smile widened even more as she took out flowers from behind her back and handed them to you. “just a little treat for you” she said more nervously now but still trying to keep her voice calm. your eyes widened and a smile immediately creeped up to your face.

“my god, thank you!” you said taking the flowers and moving away from the window so she can enter your bedroom. you immediately put the flowers onto your desk and walked back to lute locking her in a hug she definitely wasn’t prepared for. “best morning ever” you whispered with a giggle at which she chuckled nervously.

you leaned away a bit when you felt her wings flatter a bit and she looked away awkwardly, feeling her cheeks starting to burn. you chuckled and decided there won’t be a better occasion than this. softly your hands grabbed her cheeks and you moved your lips to hers, connecting them in a soft and quick kiss just showing your gratefulness. lute didn’t kiss you back, but not because she didn’t want to, but because she was too stunned to do so. when you leaned away with a chuckle she immediately moved her face to yours, locking your lips in another kiss, less soft and definitely less stunned.

�� | something she’d need to get used to is how many little stuff you own. lute isn’t really the one to be nostalgic and sentimental about a lot of stuff, but when she saw your collection of random things that just bring joy or any other feeling to you, that you decided to keep, her brain told her she doesn’t own anything sentimental.

★ | when you started spending even more time together and lute stayed the night with you, she was surprised but very pleasant to get to know about your love for baths and everything that comes with it. she couldn’t believe her eyes the first time she saw how many bath salts and bombs you had not really expecting you to have so many in so many different colours and shapes. she looked through them curious and picked up a heart-shaped, black one smelling it, her eyes going immediately wide when the scent hit her nose.

“you like it?” you asked with a giggle running a bath for yourself, standing next to her.

“it smells marvellous” she said smelling it once again. you just giggled at her reaction and started to take off all your rings to prepare for the bath.

“you can use it if you want” you said nonchalantly with a smile watching her face turn up into a smile.

“really?” she asked looking at you with literal glimpses in her eyes at what you giggled once again.

“of course” you responded with a smile.

★ | speaking of which, lute was surprised to see your collection of rings. of course she noticed those that you were wearing daily but she didn’t expect you to have a full box of different rings and necklaces. she looked through them fascinated and even put on some of them when she was sure you couldn’t see her. she looked down on her hands and smiled enjoying how they looked on her fingers, making them longer and slimmer. when you came into the room her wings immediately went out hiding her while she tried to desperately take off the rings so you wouldn’t notice she tried them on. you slowly walked over to her with a curious smile, moving one of her wings out of your way and noticing how she tried to put all of them in their places. you chuckled softly.

“you can wear them if you want” you said walking away from her and going to the mirror to brush your hair. lute smiled sheepishly at you and picked out one ring putting it on her finger admiring it once again.

“i didn’t know you liked jewellery so much” she said still being focused on her hand. you chuckled softly and shrugged.

“what can i say? i like to have many options” you smiled looking at her through the mirror. “you can keep it” you added looking at the ring she chose.

“definitely not” she said laughing nervously and taking it off. you rolled your eyes playfully, walking over to her and putting the ring on her finger once again, softly looking into her eyes.

“keep it. please.” you said with a smile and lute couldn’t help but look away trying not to blush, as her wings puffed up without her consent.

★ | the same night she couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw your collection of stuffed animals. she smiled uncontrollably seeing how deeply you talked about every and each of them and couldn’t wait for you birthday to come so she could surprise you with another one of them. or to be fair, she just couldn’t wait to surprise you with it any day, not looking at the occasion.

★ | lute also didn’t expect your pyjamas to be as soft as they actually were. when the two of you got into your bed, lute wearing some old t-shirt with shorts and felt your silk matching set of pyjama on her skin she literally looked down at you with pure surprise in her eyes which you softly laughed at.

“you like my pyjamas?” you asked and she nodded her head, cuddling you tightly, pressing her skin onto yours her wings puffing up uncontrollably.

★ | deeper in the relationship lute would need to get used to a lot of things with you. for example your mood swings. of course she was a bit moody herself but the first time she saw how easily your mood could be changed just because of a small thing she needed a moment to understand it. she loved your personality and everything that came with it so it didn’t really change much, and just the thought of getting to know more of your sides made her heart flutter which she hated herself for, not being used to having that much feelings for someone.

★ | the first time you offered doing a spy night with her she was a bit sceptical but your puppy eyes made her change her mind very quickly. and just like that she ended up with a black care mask on her face, cucumber on her eyes and some kind of pink mask on her lips.

★ | when you asked her if you could paint her nails she didn’t have anything against it, until you said you wanted to paint them pink. she squinted her face and sighed but agreed, telling you she’d wash it off in the morning when she’d leave.

“pink really suits you” you said painting her toe nails and giggling. lute rolled her eyes but smiled looking down at her pink nails both on her toes and hands.

“sure” she said teasingly and laughed as this time you rolled your eyes.

“really, it brings out your lips” you said and she looked away feeling her blush.

“shut up” she said as her wings puffed up a bit, and her eyes stayed on your ceiling. you chuckled.

★ | safe to say, she didn’t wipe it off in the morning no matter how badly she complained before that she’d do it.

(a bit suggestive!!)

★ | another thing lute was surprised but also delighted to find out was the collection of lingerie and matching sets you owned. she didn’t mean to find them at first, but when you told her she could pick out something from your wardrobe to change into she just… happened to find them and beside the huge blush that covered her face she also couldn’t stop her mind from wandering and imagining you in all of those sets in many, and i mean many, different situations.

you walked back into your room noticing lute was just starting at something in your closet, so you softly sneaked up to her peeking at what she was looking and chuckled softly.

“enjoying my collection?” you asked with a giggle feeling your blush coming out. lute immediately looked back at you with a dumb smile and a nod of her head.

“yeah, very” she said looking away from you and her eyes uncontrollably going back to the underwear and then slowly to your body. you giggled seeing her eyes.

“wait for the day you see me in them” you smiled and kissed her forehead leaving a lip stain there.

“can’t wait” she chuckled and looked at you, grabbing your waist softly and pulling you in for a deep kiss, her wings puffing up immediately, when her lips only touched yours.

@lizbizbae <3

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vinbitism · 2 months ago

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bark bark was led here by Sai relating to a HABIT and supernatural related question

so uh what do you think would happen if HABIT and Dean met?

First YAY SPN MENTION!!!! I have been a spn fan for basically my whole life. I'm not even joking, it came out in 2005 and that's the year I was born. I probably started watching spn when was like 3 years old but I didn't actually like it until I was maybe 8???? But that's what kicked started one of my longest special interests EVER. I made fanart, I made edits, fanfiction ANYTHING I was doing it. I also got a happy birthday wish from Misha himself on my 16th birthday.

I'm gonna write this as if it was a spn episode and not like. if they actually met idk HELP. also a read more bc I said more than I meant to 😭 also If you want me to just talk about how their personalities would go together I genuinely don't think Dean would like Habit at all especially after he learns what Habit has done. Habit might find Sam and Dean really entertaining and he would find it impressive how many monsters they've killed but he'd know they could never beat him and he would play with them until they finally realize that it's better to just stay out of Habit's business. Kinda like what they did w the many monsters they just. let go

Now, first things frist. Sam and Dean are gonna try and kill habit. They're gonna use every method they can to get rid of him, they would obviously do a bunch of research (getting it wrong at first but then dean is all "I TOLD YOU HE WASN'T A REGULAR DEMON" after they try to vanquish him. I doubt even an angel blade could kill habit.) Sam and Dean would literally have to make the godkiller themselves (although they might not be able to do that so they'll find Vinnie and try to force him to join there side) and Vinnie would act all nervous and scared as they bring him to the bunker and he would act as if he was so afraid of Habit but really all hes doing is buying time for habit to come find him.

This means since the spn guys have Vinnie they now have to deal with slenderman bc habit is not there to keep Vinnie safe. The guys will have to deal with Vinnie probably getting taken over and he might even get violent but the guys have so much shit in that bunker they would tie Vinnie down to make sure nothing happens HELP and they might already know Vinnie's story (and habits as well due to research) I feel like they might even ask him questions about fairmount which he can't even answer considering the fact Vinnie can't even remember living that life.

They'd find out they need the Northstar to keep slenderman away and to also "kill" Habit.

and when Habit actually is able to find the bunker, you just know a huge fight is gonna happen, and Habit will kick Sam's ass and send him flying (he could even possess one or both of them if he wanted to but they've been through that before so I think they could fight against it, atleast one of them would. and then we get a brother vs brother fight which only ends when one of them summons Castiel and he's able to break the possession, or atleast he's there to help dean get through It.

meanwhile Habit is just trying to take Vinnie back and after the fight the guys are like "WE WON'T LET YOU KILL HIM!!" to habit bc they believe Vinnie to be a victim and then it's revealed they're actually partners and work together and Vinnie explains how he's bonded with Habit and he can't just leave him and then sam and dean have a moral dilemma on if they should let them go even tho Habit is a horrible monster and yk what. Who are they to get in the way of it... Dean would be all, "Don't you remember Ruby 🙄🙄🙄🙄 she was a demon and she sucked and you dated her we should not let him go!!" and then Sam is like "okay but you're all buddy buddy with Crowley and he's literally the king of hell (atleast used to be) can you even judge 🙄🙄" and habit and Vinnie are just. waiting to leave as they argue HELP.

but aside from all that I really don't think Dean and Habit would get along much. Dean would wanna kill him which would make Habit wanna kill dean and they would be taking a bunch of blows at each other and Habit would probably poke around in deans head and bring up a bunch of traumatic shit for him. I think Sam would be really wary bc Habit would probably remind him of Lucifer and it would probably trigger something.

I will say if Sam and Dean were to learn about Evan they would stop trying to kill Habit and they would be trying to bring Evan back without killing Habit. Evan and Dean would really get along I think, atleast for a little bit. Evan doesn't drink or anything and Dean is a severe alcoholic so Evan would just be all "man I think you should slow down on those drinks" and Dean is all "IM FINE I DRINK A NORMAL AMOUNT."

Vinnie and Castiel might get a long really well and Cas and the others would wanna know why Vinnie would wanna stay with something like habit and they learn that Habit has made it seem like he's the only thing that can keep him safe (which is actually not true) and they'll even tell Vinnie that but Vinnie is so content and Happy with Habit that the guys just. Let them go after being like "well just don't kill anymore people" and Vinnie and habit are all "😋 we won't!!!" and all of them are 100% certain that Vinnie and habit will be killing more people, Sam and Dean just do not have the energy to give a FUCK about those guys anymore they have easier monsters to kill.

Bonus: I think we could maybe see habits true form too, the guys would do research on him and realize that habit is actually this werewolf spider thing and they would take all their werewolf supplies and they would hunt him down but none of it would work. they might just really make habit angry.

I don't think the guys would be all that scared of him, especially when habit is possessing Evan, they are way taller and they're very strong. They would underestimate the power Habit actually holds and it would frustrate them more than it scares them.

Considering they might not be able to kill Habit, they'll probably go the route of making him into a "friend" and being able to call him if they ever needed help with something. They'd get Vinnie's number and then Vinnie and habit would be on there way. They're probably all beat up but they're just happy to have each other again and then camera pans over to Cas and Dean to randomly queerbait the audience and be like "look at how they relate to this gay couple" and then dean goes "I need a drink." and Sam goes, "pour one for me too." and then the episode ends.

ANWYAS HELP TYSM FOR THIS and thank you sai for sending you my way. SPN IS ONE OF MY FAV THINGS EVER It's very important to me and so is emh... I love thinking about my fixations together

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hyunfilms · 2 years ago

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blue side of the sky (lmh) | eight.

♡ spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: waking up after 3 months with no recollection of your past, your friends do what they can to help you remember. except, they omit an important piece to the puzzle - afraid you would remember the heartbreak and hurt all over again.

—pairing: lee know x f. reader

—genre: (18+) exes to lovers, bestfriends to lovers au | fluff, angst, (eventual) smut

—word count: 5.5k

—chapter warnings: cussing/mature language, mentions of alcohol consumption (not by oc), very platonic slow-dancing with jisung, we hear jisung's feelings about the accident 🥺, a bit more descriptive details of the accident, more minho x oc interactions yay!!, flashback - kisses/probably err on the side of making out lol

"Shit, I need to be at Yeong-Su's in the next five minutes or else my parents are gonna kill me." Jisung huffs as he struggles to get his tie done. You put your eyelash curler down to help him because you can't watch him struggle any longer. You step in front of him and take over, neatly securing his tie around his neck before looking up at him with a small smile. "Thank you." He lets out a breath of relief before looking at himself in the mirror once more.

"You're welcome. You should go."

"You're gonna be okay?"

"I will."

"What are you trying to say?" Chan yells from their room, making the two of you laugh.

"You look beautiful, cielo."

"Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself, pachi." He smiles.

"See you guys down there." He calls out before rushing out of the room to meet the groom and the groomsmen. You finish curling your lashes, adding some light falsies to spruce up your look. You didn't add much makeup since you were going for a more natural look, but you were satisfied with how it turned out in the end.

You weren't entirely sure in the beginning, you hadn't done this in a very long time. It feels nice.

When you finally give your hair one last fix and spray a bit of perfume, you step into Chan and Seungmin's room, seeing them fix their suits a few times while looking in the mirror. Chan's eyes dart from the mirror to you, then back to the mirror before he's doing a double take.

"Wow, you look amazing Y/N." He turns to look at you. "And you were saying you weren't sure about the dress?"

"I just haven't dressed up like this in awhile, you know?" You shrug. "San said it was nice." Your hands brush down the fabric of the dress while Seungmin and Chan chuckle.

"San was right." Chan nods. "Though, I hope he knows we won't make it easy for him to weasel his way into your heart." Chan focuses on tightening his tie once more.

"Seriously, Y/N. You look stunning." Seungmin adds. "Ready to go?"

"Mhm. Ready when you two are."

"Alright, let me just throw on my watch and I'll be good." Chan says, snatching his Rolex off of the nightstand and securing it around his wrist. The three of you head straight towards the garden area, your eyes light up at all the wedding decorations. The venue was decorated beautifully with its sage, taupe and champagne flowers and tones.

You're pulled out of your daze when you hear a familiar voice greeting Seungmin and Chan, Chan glancing over at you once you've met the eyes of said familiar voice.

"Y/N, hey." Minho says, slowly eyeing you up and down. "W-wow, you look amazing." You look at him with a small smile as you also peep his outfit— a crisp button up with a black tie, sleeves rolled up mid-way with nicely pleated grey slacks. It's simple, but it works well for him. His long, brown hair slightly drapes over his eyes, a silver watch sitting prettily on his wrist.

"Hey Minho. Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself." You chuckle just as Chan gently tugs at the gift bag in your hand.

"I'll go place this down at the gift table for you, alright? Gotta put my gift down too." You give him a small nod before returning your attention to Seungmin and Minho. They're chatting amongst themselves, and you find yourself shuffling closer to Seungmin as the crowd grows.

"You okay?" Minho suddenly asks. "Did you take your medicine?" Seungmin subtly bites onto his bottom lip while he watches your eyes shift upwards at Minho. Suddenly, Minho feels a little embarrassed for outwardly showing his worry for you. He knows this isn't the time, he knows he needs to step back. "Sorry, I—"

"It's okay." You give him a reassuring nod. "I did this morning. I appreciate the reminder, though." Minho simply nods in acknowledgement before Seungmin butts in.

"We should find our seats." He says, watching the rest of the guests settle into their seats. Seungmin's hand settles on the small of your back, gently pressing you towards the way to your seats. At this point, Chan re-joins the group and follows along, greeting some of Jisung's family members on the way over. Seungmin takes the seat near the aisle, followed by you, Chan and Minho. Just as Chan settles into the seat, Minho meets your eyes and his facial expression softens. The corner of his lips tug upwards into a tiny smile that you almost miss, and he doesn't necessarily peel his eyes off of you even as the pianist starts to play the entrance song.

You feel that look settle in the pit of your stomach.

"Oh shit, it's starting already." Chan harshly whispers over to you and Seungmin. The three of you stand as the pianist plays the song loudly, the bridesmaids accompanied by the groomsmen. Jisung walks down the aisle with a smug smirk on his face that makes Chan, Minho and Seungmin quietly laugh to themselves. Shortly following behind is another couple, then another— until the entire group passes and lines up at the altar. Once they've settled in their positions alongside of Yeong-Su, Yuna begins to make her way down the aisle looking beautiful as ever in her wedding dress.

You watch the way Yuna and Yeong-Su look at each other so lovingly in the eyes as they go through their vows, the tears still flowing down their cheeks— causing everyone in attendance to break into their own tears and sniffles. You wonder what it's like to be completely enamored by someone, to love someone so deeply and with everything in you;

What is love?

Were you ever in love at some point? True, genuine love?

Your eyes wander to the ocean just behind the venue, before they fall onto Minho again. But, when you turn, you find that he's looking at you already and his expression is unreadable. He is always unreadable, but it's the feeling you get that confuses you the most.

"Kiss!" Seungmin yells just as the crowd begins to yell along, making you chuckle. Minho is no longer looking at you, and he's snapped himself back to current times— back to reality.

God.

The wedding passes quickly, with the reception following shortly behind. It's a short distance of a walk, the huge tent with champagne-colored drapes right around the corner of the hotel. The view of the sunset and ocean is clearer in this area, with the breeze a bit stronger [though it hits the drapes and decorations beautifully].

"Cielo." Jisung comes from behind, causing you to turn over your shoulder to look at him. "Are you still doing okay?"

"Mhm." You nod. "I was just about to to grab a drink."

"I can do it—"

"It's fine, pachi. I got it." You give him a toothless smile as you step forward to the self-serve area for the drinks; all the fruit-flavored, non-alcoholic drinks lined up in cute beverage dispensers with gold detailing. You help yourself to some of the strawberry mango concoction that's almost gone, waiting for every drip to fall into your cup.

"I'm nervous." Jisung whines a bit, watching as you wait for your cup to fill.

"Why are you nervous? You're going to be fine, Ji."

"I haven't sang in front of my family in such a long time."

"And I'm sure you'll do great. They'll love you. Besides, you'll have Seungmin with you." You finally bring your cup up to your lips while you turn to Jisung.

"You don't think my singing voice is icky, right?"

"Jisung, please." You chuckle and shake your head. "Your voice is lovely. Your family will love it." You give his arm a gentle squeeze. "Promise." He lets out a deep breath before he nods.

"You're right." He walks alongside of you as you walk back to the table, Chan helping himself to the salad and bread that was just served. The three of you engage in small talk over some food, while Minho decides to sip on his drink near the open bar area. He watches the way you laugh and smile, his gut wishing he was the reason why—

"Please tell me you're just taking way too long to decide which drink you'll go for after you finish that." Seungmin comes to his side, making Minho damn near choke on the cocktail he's sipping.

"Excuse you."

"Creep." Seungmin gives him a look and Minho glares at him.

"I was just people-watching."

"Like that makes it any better."

"Would you mind your own business, Kim Seungmin? Don't you have a song to sing soon?"

"Soon, not right now." Seungmin sips on his cocktail before digging his other hand into his pocket. "So, staring at Y/N?"

"I wasn't staring at her." Minho looks at him, but all Seungmin does is cock a brow up. "I mean I was, but like, I was just making sure she was okay.. from a distance. It wasn't too long ago when I brought her to urgent care."

"Was that hard?"

"What?"

"To say that you care."

"She's still my bestfriend at the end of the day." Minho blurts out the first excuse that comes to mind even though he has no right to play that card.

"Alright then." Seungmin shrugs, half-understanding why Minho was acting the way he was, half-not-understanding why he couldn't just say what was on his mind. "Whatever you say, my guy. I'm gonna head back to our friends." He heads for the table with Minho following shortly after.

The remainder of the program goes by beautifully, with Jisung, the rest of the bridesmaids and groomsmen giving their thoughtful and sweet speeches. You've cried once or twice, especially when Yuna shares a dance with her father, and Yeong-Su gives his own speech to everyone before catering to his now-wife. There are special surprise performances from family, one being Jisung and Seungmin's performance— singing to Alto Moon's 'Mars.'

As soon as the dance portion of the night begins, Chan whisks you away to the dance floor, twirling you around before the both of you start to dance along to the song. Shortly, Seungmin joins along after he's found his way towards you two, then Jisung, Yuna and Yeong-Su. Minho joins the circle, laughing and enjoying himself across from you. Nonetheless, it's a good time and you find yourself having tons of fun with Jisung's family and your friends. You almost don't want the weekend to come to an end because you'll be looking to relive the entire thing all over again.

It's the first time you've felt alive in awhile.

"Hey." Jisung slips into the empty seat next to Seungmin while you two sit down for a break. "Please, help. I need a break from them." He points at his family. "They're killing me with the pictures." He tries to duck by Seungmin's figure to avoid people calling him over.

"Sucks to be you." You laugh at Seungmin's remark. "Jisung is over here!" Seungmin calls out, making Jisung punch him on the bicep.

"You asshole." He moves away from his seat to keep dodging his family, putting his hand out for you to grab when the songs begin to slow down. "Perfect timing! Let's go dance, cielo." Jisung brings you out onto the floor for a slow dance. You wrap your arms around his neck and he holds you around the waist, the both of you swaying to the slow beat of the song.

"Are you having a good time? Feeling okay?"

"I am. Thank you for bringing me along."

"Of course, I knew you'd enjoy it." He chuckles a bit.

"No, really. Thank you." You pull back to look at him. "You know, for always looking out for me and being there for me? For being patient? I know it might not be easy after everything that's happened. Or, I might not be the easiest to take care of, but you make life a lot smoother."

"Cielo, you're my bestfriend. I'll do anything for you." He lets out a breath. "When the accident happened, I was scared." Even if he won't get into too many details right now, it's the first time Jisung is really speaking up about the accident. "I couldn't help but blame myself because I felt like I could've done better. I spent nights trying to figure out where I could have prevented this from happening, where I lacked in keeping you safe. Why I didn't do certain things—"

"Jisung, that wasn't your fault."

"Still." He looks at you. "Maybe I should've prevented you from leaving that night. I should have made you stay knowing the storm was at its peak." You can't even remember the night of the accident, but your uncle had briefly mentioned leaving Jisung's. Why you were there, you weren't sure. Why you left, you aren't sure. But you hopped in an Uber, the driver losing control of the car when a drunk driver in the opposite lane swerved— causing the car to flip when you were only 5 minutes away from home.

It makes you sick to even think about it. That's one thing you don't want ever to relive, or have memories of.

"There are things you can't protect me from, pachi." You say softly while looking up at him. "Just as me with you."

"I just should've done better, Y/N. I could have." He clears his throat. "You were almost taken away from me. I'll never let another opportunity slip past me again." He looks at you as if it's the last time he's looking at you. But before the moment carries on, he pulls you in, hugging you tightly and warmly. He keeps you close, because that's what he feels like he needs to do from this moment on.

"I'm here, pachi." You softly say as you part from him. All he can do is look at you and nod, giving you some space as the next song begins to play.

"I know." At this point, Jisung's mom comes from behind him and sweetly asks for a dance from her son. You hand him off, smiling at them right before you turn on your heel to head to the bathroom. Luckily, it isn't too far into the hotel. You can't wait to relieve yourself and freshen up a bit, giving yourself a bit of a break before heading back out to be surrounded by people and loud music.

Once you feel like you've given yourself a good enough breather, you leave the bathroom and turn the corner—

"Woah." Minho says, his hands immediately coming to your elbows. "Oh jeez, I'm so sorry Y/N." He says when he realizes it's you he almost ran into.

"You're alright." You chuckle. "I shouldn't have turned the corner so quickly." He puts on a small smile.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just needed a little bathroom break and a quick breather." You look past his shoulder to get a glimpse of the party. "Is Jisung still with his mom?" He shakes his head.

"No, but his auntie."

"Of course. I saw you and Chan with the aunties earlier."

"Gotta save them a dance or two, you know?" You giggle.

"How sweet." Pause. Silence. Minho observes every inch of your face, body— the scar on your cheek from the accident, and the one near your hairline. You're beautiful, and he doesn't even care if he's staring.

All that liquid courage, especially.

"You really do look amazing tonight."

"Thank you, Minho." You fiddle with your fingers. "I should let you get back to.. you know.." He lets out a small breathy laugh just as you see Jisung hurrying into your point of view.

"Please. Help." You read Jisung's lips and furrow your brows, causing Minho to turn over his shoulder and look at him.

"He always needs saving." Minho rolls his eyes, making you laugh at his statement.

"Are you gonna head back to the table after?" He nods.

"Yeah. But for now, I think you should get to Jisungie before he cries."

"Right. I'll see you later." You chuckle as you walk past him and meet Jisung, who is hiding from his aunties [again] even in plain sight.

Minho is left alone to ponder on his thoughts, and he can't stand this.

Actually, he can't stand himself. Cause god, he was preparing to accept the worst. To lose you, to not have you around. To have something taken away from him so suddenly.

Then, that wasn't the case. But that's not the issue at all, no. He's happy and he can't stop thanking the higher power for giving you another chance at life. He doesn't know what he'd do without you, you were always important to him. Always will be.

Still, you are what he loves the most.

But he can't stand himself because he's here, acting like everything is fine. He was heartbroken when you didn't remember who he was, had no recollection of the memories you two shared— he fell deeper in this dark hole with Kat even though he didn't intend to. She just filled this void that he had, and it's fucked up of him to lean on the girl that messed up everything you two had in the first place. He couldn't help himself. But, what breaks his heart the most now is that you don't know, and you may or may not ever know. He couldn't dare to see you crying or hurt. Even though Minho really wants to be honest, he really wants to tell you.

You two have so much to talk about.

He looks at you as you hit the dance floor with the group and he's just not sure when or how to do this— how to even act around you because you're the girl he's always loved. You're the girl he imagined spending his entire life with. But you're also the same girl he hurt so, so deeply.

He's the one who brought you all this love, along with all this hurt, and he'll never forgive himself for it.

He wishes it wasn't so difficult because when he looks at you, he wishes he could love you time and time again— like the world was due to end any minute now.

That's way too selfish of him, though. He's already been selfish once, and he won't dare to be that selfish again. He'll try not to.

Not if it hurts you.

Jisung joins Yeong-su and the groomsmen for a little after party at a nearby bar, while Chan and Seungmin busy themselves with rounds of Mario Party in the room. You decide that you want to walk and experience more of the ocean, listening to the waves crash against the sand under the cool weather.

"I'm going to walk around the hotel."

"Wait, do you want one of us to come?" Chan's eyes are fixated on the screen in front of him as he furiously presses the button on the controller.

"No, it's okay. I just wanted to take a quick walk and sit by the water for a minute. I'll come back." You stand at their doorway and give them a small smile.

"You su— ah, fuck off dude!" Seungmin yells. "Are you sure, Y/N?" He repeats to finish off his previous thought.

"More than sure." You give them one last wave before heading out the door. After the wedding, you quickly took a shower and threw on some cotton shorts, a baby tee and a loose zip-up to protect you from the colder breeze at this time of night. You zip it up halfway, tugging on the zipper as you step into the elevator and head down to the first floor. It's still pretty lively, with guests at the restaurant and bar. Just as you send a text to your uncle to let him know you're okay, you do a double-take when you catch a familiar face sitting in the same exact dining area where you and Seungmin sat yesterday.

You don't say much, but you're quick to find out that you don't need to. As if his instinct told him to turn right at the moment, he does. He catches your eyes as he's about to take another sip, a subtle smile forming at the corner of his lips when you shyly wave. He sets the glass down and lets the waiter know he's finished, acknowledging him once more before making his way over to you. He smiles a bit, but you can tell he's nervous [partially tipsy, too].

"I didn't think I'd run into you out here." Minho says, making you chuckle as he continues to walk alongside of you.

"I wanted to walk around and sit by the water for a bit."

"Not tired?" You shrug.

"I am, but I wanted to get a better view of the ocean before leaving." You look up at him. "I could ask you the same."

"I figured I'd explore around too."

"See." You giggle.

"What's Chan and Seungmin doing?"

"Playing Mario Party." He chuckles.

"Of course." It's silent for a bit before the two of you head down the steps and finally hit the sand. "They didn't wanna join?"

"I mean they asked, but I told them they didn't need to. Don't wanna interrupt their session."

"They'll live." You laugh a bit and nod.

"It's alright." Minho catches you take in a deep breath before exhaling, biting onto your bottom lip as you slowly take steps forward, closing in to the water. It falls silent between you two, but it's a comfortable silence. You take in the view, while Minho observes you.

Calm.

Beautiful.

So—

"So pretty." His head tilts to the side because yes, you are.

"Yeah, it is."

"I think I want to draw or paint this when I get back home." You quickly snap a photo.

"You should." You look at him and give him another small, toothless smile before sitting on the sand. Minho stands for a bit before he finally sits next to you— legs propped up while his hands rest on his knees. "How's all of that going?"

"I don't know. Better? Finally feeling some kind of inspiration to get back into art." You smile out towards the water. "I haven't done much yet. But either way, it's refreshing."

"That's good. How are the pottery classes?"

"Fun." You shrug. "Keeps me busy." You tuck your knees to your chest and look at him again. "I think I wanna work at the florist shop near Sunday Morning."

"Really? That'll be fun, too." Minho chuckles a bit. "You sure you're ready?" You nod.

"Yeah, think so. I feel ready. San said I should go for it, too." Minho's smile slowly fades. Of course he did.

"How's that?" He forces himself to ask, though he's afraid of the answer. Selfishly so. Here he goes, already failing with being selfish.

"Which? San?" You ask him, genuinely confused about the question.

"Mhm."

"He's becoming a good friend. We hang out, we talk."

"As long as he's good to you, Y/N." He's not even sure what direction that statement is going, but whatever it is— he truthfully and wholeheartedly means it. If San is what will make you happy, then he will let you be happy.

That's the most important.

"It's good company, that's all." Your arm brushes against his, but you don't react much about it. "Enough about me though, what about you?"

"I'm a boring person."

"Clearly not if we're bestfriends." You chuckle a bit.

"All I do is exist, Y/N. Truthfully. I just work, dance, cook." Minho laughs at how pathetic he's making himself sound right now, but it's true. It's all he does.

"Well, what about Kat?" He shivers a bit. It's weird how her name used to be like venom. Now, it's.. nothing?

"Kat?" He repeats and looks at you. You nod at him so innocently and it hits him how much the accident has changed you. Of course, not your fault. But it goes to show how difficult it's been having to adjust. "We— she— that's not really a thing anymore, I guess?"

"So, you two were dating officially?"

"No. Never. We casually saw each other but that's all." He swallows the lump in his throat.

"I'm sorry, Minho."

"No need." He chuckles. "We were never going to be serious. I just finally learned how to walk away from it. The hard way."

"I hope you really are okay." You rest your chin against your knees.

"I am. Don't worry about me." It falls silent for a moment before you call for him.

"Minho?"

"Yeah?"

"This is nice. I.. haven't been able to talk to you much, so it's nice to hear your voice more." He smiles before his head drops and he shakes his head.

"I know, I'm sorry. I just get occupied, and I always try to keep myself busy. Plus, I wanted to give you your space for a bit."

"I understand." You sigh. "This must be weird for you."

"No." He shakes his head. "It's not weird or anything. Don't ever think that."

"You feel distant."

"I'm not gonna lie, it's difficult because a lot has changed." He looks at you before tearing his eyes away. "I'm terrible at coping, and I'm terrible at dealing with big changes. All my own personal struggles, that's all."

"I get that."

"But I am sorry you feel that way. I know I should've done better, especially as your bestfriend. I haven't acted like it."

"It's okay, Minho. You don't have to apologize."

"I do. You deserve that from me." He looks at you again and his eyes soften. How he wishes he could pull you close, hold you, reassure you through a kiss on the forehead.

He feels his heart sink to the pit of his stomach, so he shifts and focuses on the water, listens to the waves crashing against the sand.

Maybe one day, he'll be able to look at you for longer.

"I wish you didn't leave so quickly after you brought me home from the clinic."

"I wanted you to get your rest."

"Jisungie was there. I was looking for you. I wish you stayed." This is what makes it difficult. You looked for him. He feels like it's been forever since that happened.

"I'm sorry." He replies softly. "I'll make it up to you, okay?"

"You can by staying and not hurrying away next time." You feel your heart thumping in your chest, and you're not sure why you feel so shy, so nervous around Minho right now. The root feeling you get with him is unfamiliar, strange— falls into the category of known unknowns. But, one thing is for sure: you crave Minho's company.

"I can do that." You nod before letting out a small yawn into your elbow. "Maybe we should head back so you can sleep?"

"Yeah, I think the exhaustion is finally hitting me." You giggle, watching as Minho stands and dusts himself off. He puts out a hand, letting you grab onto his to help pull you up to do the same. "At least I got to enjoy the ocean." You turn to him as you start to walk back into the hotel. "Thanks for spontaneously joining me."

"Of course."

"Are you on the fourth floor too?" He shakes his head.

"I booked my room a little last minute so I'm on the seventh." He digs his hands into his pockets. "Is Jisungie back?"

"No. He probably won't be back until later."

"Hm." He hums as he presses the elevator button.

"I think we're getting breakfast tomorrow right? Us 5?"

"Mhm. If Jisung is alive." You laugh and step inside.

"True. He'll be a mess later."

"Do you wanna sleep in my room?" You raise a brow at him and he instantly retracts. "Oh no, no— sorry, I meant like, you can sleep in my bed— fuck." He groans. before gathering his thoughts again. "We can switch. So you don't have to deal with him later." You laugh.

"It's alright. If I need help, I'll call you. How about that?"

"Fair enough."

"I'm sure he'll be okay." The elevator dings when it his the fourth floor. "Thanks again for the company. I'll see you tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah." You smile.

"Goodnight, Minho."

"Goodnight." His eyes are glued onto you even as you turn on your heel and walk down the hallway, the elevator doors closing in front of him.

Now, he feels empty.

He's left with another piece of his heart broken, left with the unbearing sadness and anxiety he feels every time you walk away from him.

How do you continue to love someone who doesn't remember you the way you remember them— who doesn't love you the way you love them?

☁︎ FLASHBACK | A NIGHT DURING FRESHMAN YR IN COLLEGE

"Ouch, fuck!" You whine as you almost slip on the dirt, making your way up the stupid fucking hill behind campus. "If I break my ankle or fall, this will be all your fault Lee Minho."

"You're fine! We're almost there, princess." He laughs loudly as he watches you struggle climbing up the somewhat steep hill. Minho holds his hand out for you to grab, giving you some leverage to tackle the dirt path. You squeal a bit when you feel him pull you upwards, letting out a laugh when you finally get your footing together on flat ground.

"All this for the tower." You dust yourself off and look up at the abandoned watch [fire?] tower nestled up in the hills behind campus. "So worth." You turn to look at the town's view ahead.

"Atta girl." Minho smiles and nods towards the tower. "Come, let's go up the stairs and sit up there." He swings the rusted, metal gate open to lead you to the stairs.

"We're not gonna get in trouble, right?"

"Baby, baby, baby." He says in a certain tone. "Are we really asking that question?"

"Well, I don't know!" Minho steps aside to let you climb up the steps first. "Campus security could see us from down there and catch an attitude about us being here at this time!"

"Then we'll just tell them we're not getting any younger. It's a must to explore what's outside of campus before we're thrusted in the real world." You snort as you reach the end, feet stepping onto the platform. It isn't an incredibly huge tower— quite frankly, it's tiny and you're not even sure why the dang thing existed in the first place. But, there's nothing eery to it at all. It's a nice spot to have these moments.

"A prophet. I am dating a prophet."

"Maybe." Minho laughs as he sits on the platform and takes a swig of his water. "Sit with me. Please?" Is all he says when he reaches for your hand and gently pulls you in between his legs. You sit contently, letting Minho lazily wrap his arm around your neck before planting a kiss on your temple.

"It's a perfect night." You look up at the dark, night sky, counting as stars in your immediate view. You feel your body into Minho's as he adjusts his position and holds you closer to him. "Thanks for taking me up here, love."

"Course." He gives you a small smile. "Just don't tell Ji or else he's gonna be pissed. He's been wanting to do the hike up here but I keep telling him I'm too lazy."

"Too lazy, huh?" You chuckle.

"Gotta make princess happy first and foremost." He boops the tip of your nose, making you slightly turn over your shoulder to meet his eyes.

"Hey, babe?"

"Hm?" He hums as he gently pushes the hair away from your face.

"What do you think life would be like for us in a couple of years?"

"Well." He lets out a breath as you lay back on him, the both of you watching the hustle and bustle of the town. "I'd be owning a café. You'll be teaching art, maybe opening your own little boutique for it. We'd probably live together, and I'll start stressing on how to propose to you as time continues to go on—"

"Woah, propose?" You smirk and playfully push him. "Is that so?"

"I thought we were looking at us in the future?"

"Cute. Do you think we're too young to think like that?" Minho shakes his head.

"Maybe." He presses a kiss to the top of your head. "But I'm sure of it. I think that counts for something." You let out a soft, breathy laugh.

"Yeah, you're right." You nod and lay back on him. "I like that. I like future us."

"Good." You scoff before laughing. Minho continues to stare at you, smile slowly fading when his eyes shift from yours, to your lips— back up to your eyes. "So pretty."

"It's nighttime." He shrugs as he leans in slowly.

"And? Can still see you perfectly." He mumbles just as his lips brush against yours— sending tingles down your spine. You subtly bite onto your bottom lip, closing in on the kiss. Minho holds the kiss for a moment before he inches back, coming in for another shortly after. This time, his tongue lightly glides across your bottom lip; his way of asking for permission to take the kiss a little deeper.

And you let him.

You slightly turn to position yourself better, hand coming up his neck, jaw, cheek, just as he sucks onto your bottom lip and tugs it back. You let out a soft sigh, smiling into the kiss as Minho continues.

"Maybe—we should—" You kiss him. "Head back?" He nods, giving you one last peck on the lips.

"Yeah." You prepare to stand and dust yourself off when Minho grabs your wrist. "Hey, babe?" You turn to look at him when he gets himself up. "I love you."

"I love you, too." You smile and kiss him on the tip of his nose.

☁︎ END

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sharpeztlives · 2 days ago

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HIIII PEOPLEEEE! name's jc, i'm 23, currently located in pst, aaaand i just realized all of that rhymed. any pronouns are okay! whatever's funniest for the bit FHDJSA i'm excited to be here and write with all of you! i have not rped in a group setting, let alone a tumblr rp, in a FAT minute, so please be patient with me as i wrestle with xkit or whatever it is now ^.^ but that's enough about me (boooo) let's get to yohan (crowd boos louder) please drop a like if you'd like for me to slide into ur dms to plot :-)

i'm gonna hit you with some links for his statistics, his biography, and a headcanons page that i'll maybe probably update as time goes on! he's a new muse to me, so i'm still fleshing him out :] but that's the fun part! yay! if you're looking for a general vibe, just know that this concept attacked me as i was watching the princess diaries, viewing wolfcut beomgyu in my mind palace, and listening to my certified #emo playlist (all at the same time) while "trying to get some work done" DHAIODSA i'm also gonna shout some barebones plot/connection ideas into the void down below! more than okay w brainstorming though! sometimes having something to springboard off of gets the wheels turning, y'know?

other ophiuchus members... come here. yohan's label is the rival aka... he does NOT fuck w everything ophiuchus stands for ): but he's gonna stay anyways because the power is useful to him :) ... if your muse is feeling a little disillusioned by ophiuchus' allure... come speak to him. if your muse live laugh loves ophiuchus, he's probably fake nice. as nice as his grumpy ass can be, at least

god give me a spoiled brat for him to hate. it'll be fun, i prommy. they can come full circle and learn to love each other... or not!

someone that bonds over their love of concerts with him. perhaps he'll invite your muse to one of nwill's gigs

lover of music = instant friend. omggg playlist exchange?! don't get him started because music is the one (1) thing he will babble about if you let him. maybe your muse discovers this on accident and it's weird borderline unnerving because they've never heard yohan speak more than two (2) sentences

golden retriever / black cat duo... unlikely duo... your muse does the talking. for some reason, yohan likes them (tolerates them?)

your muse finds a beat-up journal with the most beautiful poems inside of it. it feels borderline magical. they weren't gonna look but they couldn't help it and now they can't stop reading. is it a coincidence that yohan's looking for a missing journal that matches the description? first impression so they think he's a softie instantly? maybe some history so they are baffled by this discovery?

friends from busan (2003-2017)

friends from san francisco (2017-2022)

wait... pleek if your muse's family is notable and goes to charity galas or some shit like that? your muse and yohan meeting at a stuffy event when yohan was new to this whole ~life~ and then being the first friendly face that he met :') ... or maybe being his first mortal enemy (besides his dad ofc ofc)

need a korean tutor? yohan may be of some help

someone that finally teaches him how to tie a tie please the man is struggling

omg b612 buildingers let me hear u... his neighbor... or someone that hears him bumpin music too loud too often and they want to choke him out but he's gonna keep doing it anyways purely to be a shithead

an almost-something or a something-something that he actually put his walls down for to show them the soft insides but then something happened and it made him build up an entire fortress in response. he hates them btw. but he loves them... ugh the tragedy

he keeps stealing your muse's pens in class and not giving them back and now they're seeking revenge

your muse lost their phone and he has it (they know. he answered when they called) but he won't give it back. why? just because. he needed some entertainment for the day

sleepless night for the both of them so they go out to stargaze and talk about nothing and everything

they happened to be riding the campus shuttle at the same time, the driver hit the brakes hard as hell, and now your muse is tumbling into yohan's arms. their savior <3 he makes a TERRIBLE knight in shining armor in the long run, fair warning

b612 residents... a bug has taken over your room. yohan is (begrudgingly) to the rescue!

again, down for anything! looking forward to bothering u soon (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

#dg:intro #* / mun.#will probably reach out slowly since this godforsaken website likes to shadowban people

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aardvaark · 9 months ago

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the librarians "and the eternal question" (s3e8) watch through:

spontaneous human combustion. i fear the creators spend the same ungodly amount of time going down wikipedia rabbit holes as i do.

cassandra is definitely hiding something about this doctor she wants to talk to… i have been informed (ty to @the-tomorrow-road 😊) that this is a cassie episode and im excited but worried because being the focus of the episode on this show usually means something traumatic as hell is about to happen to you

miraculous healing & bursting into flames? i’ve also been told the christian kane "i don’t like vampires" scene (angel reference) is from this ep so i’m guessing the property owners are the vampires? and maybe turning people into vampires?

oh cassandra :((

everyone automatically assuming cassandra’s hopped up on caffeine lol. guessing thats happened before

oh! i didn’t realise she felt that way about jenkins… seems like she’s starting to be incredibly spontaneous in general though. wait, ha, spontaneous like the human combustion lol

cassandra immediately pulling another woman she just met lmaooo. good for her!

yeah there it is! [jacob looks at his hand] "i don’t like vampires". (poor lindsey and his evil hand. oh well!)

i lowkey forgot that baird & flynn were on a trip of their own. thats cute, they get a lil vacation <3

i love the unsubtle glowing magic back door haha. makes me laugh whenever it’s in plain sight of other people. i mean it’s very brief, so people waking by probably don’t notice or think it was just a trick of the light, but it’s pretty funny that they barely try to hide it lol.

oooh if the vampires are telling the truth, then they’re genuinely trying to help people - and it’s been working up until now! very successfully in fact!

doctor-patient confidentiality once again does not exist in tv world haha

JENKINS SWORD FIGHTING VAMPIRES. hes the coolest person ever. i wanna see all his adventures from camelot to present day, that could be a series of its own. probably a sad series in many parts though…

them all waiting for cassandra at the hospital :(. damn this is probably the saddest/most emotional moment they’ve had on this show i think… the fact it’s a very possible, real-life situation adds to that imo. most of us won’t get permanently timetravelled or leave the ghost mirror (though of course those relate to many real life experiences of grief & loss) but waiting for someone to get out of surgery, sitting in the halls of a hospital… thats all too real.

very sweet to hear baird saying how cassandra is valuable to them regardless of her gift & how much they all care about her - but also glad on cassie’s behalf that her gift came back, as she’s come to appreciate it more & more as a gift and part of herself rather than a flaw or curse etc.

w. uh. hang on. what was that. telepathy??

omg YAY cassie finally kissed a woman on screen!!! confirmed bisexual icon!!!

#the librarians #and the eternal question #librarians watch through

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my-castles-crumbling · 2 months ago

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Anon Advice Asks - May 11

Reg kin anon, pg anon, th anon (new), mirrorball anon (new), bio anon (new), sentiment anon (new)

Reg kin anon

hi cas, reg kin anon here ♡

i realised i didnt mention any update about the guy i thought i liked at the start of the year/end of last year, oops 😂 well, it turned out uhhhhhhh

we had a conversation in... january, i think? maybe february, about how we felt. he said he wasnt ready for a relationship yet (honestly fair, he had a rough breakup when i first met him last year) but that if i was willing to wait a few months then he'd reevaluate (looking back, RED FLAG) which i was fine with, bc relationships scare me too ahaha

and then not even a month later he was flirting harder?? he took me on a date which was really nice tbh and we watched a couple films and he started watching my favourite childhood tv show w me and it was really very nice

and then only AFTER like a month or two of a sort of situationship(? idk if thats the right word, bc i realise thats usually used for more sexual relationships, but i aint into that, it was just kissing/cuddling/staying in for dates) he was still telling people he was VERY STRAIGHT. to remind, i am genderqueer/fluid and OUT TO PPL AT UNI. sooooo yeah he saw me as a girl just because im afab and present somewhat fem like 60% of the time.

so. love that for me 🫠 its now NOT happening, bc im not about to shove myself back into the closet for a guy. he was also giving me the ick for a while in between starting to "date" and then for no reason i could figure out and the feelings have vanished 🎉

on a better note! i opened up to some of my friends about my mother, finally. it genuinely felt so good and freeing to talk about it openly and not feel judged. especially bc i actually had a proper breakdown and sobbing session and they were so, so kind about it all. its so crazy to me to imagine having friends like that because i had literally noone before uni aside from one "friend" (it was more of a 'people hate you, people hate me, lets not hate each other' sort of bond) but now im realising i actually genuinely do have people who care about me and love me and want to support me, and more importantly theyre people who i care about and love and trust too, which i also thought id never find

soooo yay! little reg kin is growin up and finding their place in the world ♡♡

Hi!

Ew yeah that guy sounds like a red flag. Nobody is worth going back into the closet for. You deserve someone who respects your identity <3

But that's so amazing that you have some supportive friends! I know you've been struggling so much with things with your mom, and I'm so glad you have people to talk to about it. It's been wonderful to hear about you grow over this year, and to hear about how you've been able to develop your own support system. You truly deserve it <3

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PG anon

Ask 1:

For glasses- what about the dollar store or something? Is that a thing near you?

For the fainting...um yeah I'd be concerned. I know it's hard but I'd continue pushing it. Fainting isn't normal...

For C- I'm glad adults know. You shouldn't have to deal with that alone.

How did the GSCEs go? Remember, you deserve recognition and love, whether you're getting it or not <3

And OMG how was prom?

Ask 2:

Exams- I'm glad things seem to be going well! I believe in you, and I know the self-doubt sucks, but I kno you'll do amazing <3

Friends- That's so frustrating because like you said, it's understandable, and there's not much you can do. Have you tried asking your friends to 'body double' over the phone? I do that with friends sometimes, where we're on the phone, but we don't talk and we're both doing whatever we need to do- studying, writing, doing chores, etc. It gives the feeling of not being alone, but you're still being responsible. Maybe that could be a good compromise?

Cancer- <3 <3 <3

Coming out- Remember that you don't owe anyone that information. Do it on your own time, when you're ready. It's okay to take your time! Don't pressure yourself <3

Your past- I think if your past isn't affecting your relationship with your bf now, then you shouldn't pressure yourself to tell them that until you're ready. It's okay to take your time opening up to someone. Your bf cares about you for you as you are NOW <3

Sending you so much love <3

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th anon

Hii I don't usually do anons but I just wanted to ask you for help on something.

Basically I "broke up" with my best friend 6 months ago (I'll call her TH) and it's not like we were friends for a long time, but it was 3 years of my life.

But anyways when we stopped talking, I don't know, I felt... hurt but more than that, though. Because I vividly recall how heartbroken I felt when I realised she was purposely ignoring me (it was the week before Christmas break back in november and we were sitting next to each other TH was obviously ignoring me bc all she did was stare at the computer. Doing nothing, mind you. I tried to start a conversation but i had a feeling she wasn't in the mood. Then when the bell rang she got up and left the room not even sparing me glance.) I hate to admit it literally made me spiral to the point I cried after school for like 2 weeks straight 😭 oh my god, I feel embarrassed just typing that. But seriously even my brother left me alone when he saw how upset I was.

And even after that I cried on and off. I've written pages of poetry about this (which is the curse of having the ability to write and feel clearly) but I still can't seem to move on especially because we're in the same friend group. I have to see her every. Single. Day.

I hate how awkward it is between us because I really cared for her. I loved her so much omg but now she doesn't even look at me. And one thing about me is that I hate to be ignored it's probably one of the only ways to convince me to let go of someone even if i love them. Like I was sooo close to her but the moment she started ignoring I left it alone. I slightly regret it now though because what if I had just plucked up the courage to fight for our friendship and confronted her? (Although I did ask her if there was smth wrong after the Christmas break which was probably too late to ask that but God I was such a coward.)

I know it's too late to fix it. But I guess I just want reassurance that I didn't make one of the biggest mistakes of my life because I was too focused on winning an invisible competition of who cares the least.

I'm so sorry if this puts any pressure on you that's not what I intend I'm kinda just typing whatever I'm feeling rn. Ahhhajajzj this is making me realise I'm so not over it. Shit. 😭

(worst part about this is that I can't tell if this is romantic or platonic heartbreak)

Anyway I hope this made sense!

Side note: I just started your fic that has trans!regulus and I love your writing sm <33

Hi!

Honestly from this, it sounds like SHE did you dirty here. Like she just ignored you with no explanation? That's shit. You deserve a reason as to why she decided to drop you all of a sudden. If it was me, I'd be pissed.

I think if this every happens to you again, the only thing you could do different is ask for an explanation. But she definitely is the one in the wrong and you absolutely have a right to be upset about this.

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mirrorball anon

I’m sad Cas ):

I lost two people I would’ve considered my best friends 3 months ago

in the span of a month

and it’s because they did shitty things, they really did

but I feel guilty and paranoid and like it’s my fault or I caused it and did something wrong

it’s just a really shitty time

-🪩

Hi! I already have an evermore anon so I hope this name is okay!

People doing shitty things to you isn't your fault, and you did nothing wrong. You deserve SO much better, and I really hope you get friends who show you that. I'm sending you so much love <3

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bio anon

just had to take my pronouns out of my bio on instagram because of my new job (i’m scared of someone seeing because i’m not in a very queer safe environment at work) and i tried putting in more “normal ones” but it sat so uneasy with me i just couldn’t. it felt like such a lie.

please tell me this isn’t weird

Hi <3

This isn't weird at all, but it's not fair to you either. I definitely think you should do what makes you feel safe, but I'm so sorry you're in a situation where you even have to think about this. You deserve to be open about your identity and feel safe about doing so. I hope that happens for you someday <3

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sentiment anon

My dad keeps making comments about me... (Redacted)

Hi <3 This is COMPLETELY inappropriate. Do you have a trusted adult you can tell about this? Like...I can't even stress how inappropriate this is, and you shouldn't have to deal with it. Please lmk if you're able to tell an adult!

#Reg kin anon #pg anon #th anon #mirrorball anon #bio anon #sentiment anon #asks #ask #ask cas

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jungkookjeon0007 · 1 year ago

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Nights in Vegas | CH. 2 (JJK FF)

☆ summary: When Olivia flies to Las Vegas for her first ever BTS concert w/ her best friend, she was expecting to make lots of unforgettable memories... What she wasn't expecting was to end up with the lead singer, Jeon Jungkook, knocking on her hotel room door only to find her in nothing but a towel. What will happen when the golden maknae wants to see her again? Will it lead to heartbreak, or a promising future for them both?

☆ pairing(s): jungkook x olivia.

☆ ratings: (18+) for detailed sex scenes + harsh language.

☆ genre: smut, angst, fluff.

☆ word count: 1.32k.

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Once I was able to collect myself off of the floor, I walked over to where my clothes were laid out and started to get ready for lunch. I couldn't for the life of me get Jungkook out of my mind and never would have imagined in a million years that I could be lucky enough to meet any of the members in person, let alone my bias.

As I continued to replay the events from earlier throughout my head, I heard Lacie unlocking the door and coming back into the room. She leaned on the door frame of the bathroom smiling. "Hey babe, you ready to roll?"

"Yes, I just finished my makeup. How do I look?" I spun around waiting, for her to give a yay or nay about my appearance.

"You always look so damn cute and I am obsessed with your whole outfit."

I smiled and thanked her.

After making sure we have our wallets, phones, and keys for the room, we made our way down the hallway and towards the elevators. Once it showed up and the doors opened, I heard her gasp. As I looked up from my phone, I was met with 2 of the most handsome men staring back at us, one of them being Jungkook and the other was Hobi.

"Are you ladies going down too?" Hobi asked in his best English accent. We nodded our heads and as we entered, Lacie clung onto my arm for dear life.

As soon as the doors shut, I had a strange feeling that someone was staring at me. Sure enough when I glanced around, my eyes were instantly met with Jungkook's as he flashed his best smile and winked at me. I felt like I was going to spontaneous combust inside of this elevator but somehow played it cool and flirtatiously smiled back instead.

Hobi looked at us strangely before starting a conversation with him in Korean so Lacie and I couldn't understand, but the moment he gave a shocked expression and looked directly at me after Jungkook replied, I knew he was informed about the encounter between the two of us earlier.

Once we arrived to the lobby, Lacie darted out dragging me to the main entrance. We walked outside onto the sidewalk and that's when she finally turned to me with a huge smile on her face. "Liv! Do you realize who we were just in that elevator with?!"

Chuckling at her behavior, I smiled. "Well of course I know who they were! We've only been obsessed with them for 6 years, Lace."

I started to laugh nervously as she stared at me with a curious expression. "You are way too calm for someone who just had their bias, smile and wink at them in an elevator. What the hell is going on?"

I told her about the run in I had with Jungkook this morning while she was gone. By the time I was finished explaining, she looked as though she was about to explode unable to control her excitement any longer.

"Okay, you can let it out now. That was the whole story."

"OH MY GOSH! Jeon Jungkook saw you in your towel and talked to you outside of our room! You are seriously so fucking lucky and I am 100% jealous of you right now. That's amazing."

I couldn't stop laughing at her reaction. "Shhhh, keep your voice down so people won't hear you!"

"This is seriously so huge. You have to see him again before the concert."

I have never turned my head so fast in all my life, "What are you talking about? He's beyond famous. Why would he want to see me again when he literally has thousands of other girls he could easily go after."

"Liv listen, he told you that he hoped he'd see you again soon then not even 2 hours later, you see him in an elevator when he fucking winked at you. Why can't you see that he's clearly flirting with you?"

Was he flirting with me or just being nice?

Of course the thought had run through my mind, but I am a nobody. Why in the world would he waste his time flirting with me when he could have someone way better and prettier. Lacie took my silence as a hint and dropped it, noting that I didn't want to talk about it anymore right now.

She knows me well enough to know that we are going to be talking about this later, within the privacy of our room, and with champagne. "Okay babe, let's just go get some lunch and shop around the city."

As we spent several hours exploring the city, a part of me couldn't stop thinking about what she had said. Could he actually be interested in me?

[Jungkook's POV]

I exited the elevator making sure it was the right floor this time, and quickly made my way to Namjoon's room.

When I entered, Taehyung was the first person to speak. "Where have you been? We've been waiting for you for at least 20 minutes or longer."

The rest of them looked at me, waiting for an explanation to my tardiness. I didn't know what to say but since the question came up, I may as well talk to them about my encounter with that beautiful ARMY girl. "Well, funny story actually... I kind of went to the wrong floor."

They looked at me for a second then busted out into laughter, making jokes until they noticed I was not laughing along. "What's the matter Kook? What's going on?" Hobi always feels when my vibe is different, it's one thing I think is so special about him.

"I met an ARMY today and she is not at all like any of the others I've ever met before. She didn't bombard me with photos or have a phone shoved in my face. It was honestly so pleasant to talk with her, almost like a breath of fresh air."

That seemed to really get their attention as they looked at me curiously. "What do you mean she isn't like any of the others? What happened between you?" Namjoon asked in a semi worried tone.

Knowing there was no turning back, I spilled everything that happened earlier at her hotel room... even the towel scenario. I told them how it had made me feel and about the weird butterflies I had gotten.

"Why don't you see her again then?" Yoongi asked casually while scrolling on his phone.

Each of us turned to look at him, waiting for an explanation. "What I mean is, we are literally in Vegas. You are so young JK and I've never even heard you talk about a girl before. I don't see why you couldn't break the rules for once to go see her."

Silence filled the air but he continued, "Namjoon, what do you think about Kook's dilemma? If she signed an NDA and he feels like he can trust her, do you think there would be any harm in allowing him to spend time with her?"

It took Namjoon a minute to process everything that was discussed between us in the past 15 minutes. He then began to text on his phone for what seemed like ages, until he locked it and turned to me. "So, I have discussed this situation with the managers, and they said that if she agrees to sign an NDA, then there should be no harm in you seeing her. There will be a few ground rules that will need to be covered for the both of you that she will need to be present for, but other than that they don't see much of a problem with it."

I have never felt more happy.

All I had to do now is talk to her again and find an opportunity to bring up the NDA. The doubts were obviously there that she wouldn't agree, but I shoved them to the back of my mind. I refuse to talk myself out of it because there is no harm in hanging out and getting to know her better.

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