#till in headphones and glasses is my favorite...

[tensyc]

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[starrysan]

a night to remember

(title is indeed a laufey ref)

pairing: zamboni operator!san x figure skater! fem!reader

prerequisites/warnings: cursing, reader overworking, friends to lovers, me horribly naming different ice skating tricks..

a/n: I had this draft sitting here for a good month (in that time I released killin it, and like 3 chapters of nouvelle vague.. sorry san), inspired when I saw someone cleaning with the zamboni and someone was holding onto it on the side so they were like riding the zamboni together ykyk (ty for my friend for giving this idea) also this is 100% inspired by that one scene from Yuri on ice ifkyk

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1st person pov (y/n)

the clock strikes 12. all my friends were long gone at this point. double axel, toe jump, salchow. I didn't even need my music at this point I had memorized my entire number in my head. just a few more times till I can go hom- "are you almost done?" I hear a voice that shakes me from my thoughts as I pause my skating.

"what?" I ask, taking my headphones out of my ears. "I said, are you almost done? I can't go home till the ice gets cleaned." the voice belonged to the zamboni operator, san? I think his name was? "oh yeah i'll be done in a minute" I say before skating around a bit more and reluctantly getting off the ice. I sit on the bench, taking my skates off, wiping the ice off of them and covering them before putting them back in my skate bag.

"why're you still here anyway? its way past 12" san asks going over to turn the zamboni on. "competitions in a few months and my numbers still.. missing something? I don't know" I reply, now finished packing up my bag. "sorry for keeping you waiting. goodnight san." and with that, I left the rink before exiting the building to the parking lot and getting on my bus.

3rd person pov

san wondered why y/n was freaking out when it seemed like she had so much time but he paid no mind. he cleaned the ice like usual, rounding the zamboni all the way around the ice before parking it and heading home himself. this cycle repeated the next few weeks. she would stay till almost midnight but san didn't mind, he watched her do the same routine ten times over, even enjoyed watching it to. her expression turn into a pout whenever she messed up or forgot something.

y/n noticed san's glances as she skated gracefully along the ice, so much so.. that she was too distracted and she slipped on a crack in the ice and fell over. "fuck" she muttered brushing the ice off her knees. "you okay?" san shouts over the glass covering the rink, y/n giving a thumbs up in response.

after the first week, san realized y/n was going home without getting something to eat and started bringing her little snacks to eat before her multi hour long skate sessions. it started with little snacks like a granola bar or a bag of chips, but it turned into full out meals or the two would grab food before she started her practice.

they got to know each other, san finding out y/n had been ice skating ever since she was a kid. y/n finding out san worked there because his dad was the owner of the rink. the two got close.. really close. to the point where they weren't sure what the two were anymore. y/n was currently in san's apartment laying on his lap on the couch as the two watched their favorite show together.

y/n was back on the ice when monday rolled around. she skated around her body moving before she even had to think. though she seemed to be having a bit of a hard time at practice today, stumbling onto herself. the lack of sleep seeming to having caught up to her.

she was getting yelled at left and right and looked like she was about to break. her instructor had her take a break and she stepped off the ice. she has her head down only poking it up when she senses san presence in front of her. she looks up at him and before either of them say anything san pulls her into a hug to which y/n breaks down in his arms.

she sobs into his shirt for a while before muttering a quiet, "I suck" into his chest. "you don't suck" san whispers back. "I do.. I cant get it right." she sniffles. "y/n look at me" san tells her looking down to meet her gaze as she lifts her head up. "you're so good at what you do. you know that right? even when you were just first learning your routine you'd work on it night after night and wouldn't leave till you perfected it. you can do it you just haven't gotten the rest you need.. which we both know is the main reason. but you can do it so don't tell me you suck because we both know you don't" san finishes.

"okay?" he raises an eyebrow at her. "okay" she says. "thanks san" she says hugging him again. "now go on show me your.. what's it called.. your triple axel." he smiles. she giggles before heading back on the ice. her instructor could sense something changed during her break and turned on her music. she skates around letting herself take in the music she had started getting sick of and instead relaxes herself as she skates doing her routine flawlessly.

she looks at san who gives her a smile and thumbs up in approval as she skates off and packs her stuff up. "our show at your place again? ill buy dinner" she asks as san revs up the zamboni. "yeah of course" he says. "wanna go for a ride?" he offers. "how?" she asks puzzled. "hang on tight" he says as she grabs onto the handle of the zamboni as san starts it up.

"woah" y/n exclaims in surprise as the two circle the ice rink. she sees the marks from the figure 8's she drew in the ice, the lines of chalk she drew to skate in a circle. she watches the marks practically vanish as san goes over them with the zamboni. after he finished cleaning he helped her off the machine before the two head to his place to watch their show. y/n falls asleep there as she usually did.

y/n was having another late night practice session as san watched from the benches. "so do you get to skate for free here?" y/n asks as she skates around. "technically yeah but um.." san pauses. "I don't know how to skate" he admits sheepishly. "no way really?" y/n says in surprise stopping right by the little doorway leading out to the rink.

"my dad gets me skates for Christmas every other year or so but I've never gotten around to using them." he continues. "do you want to learn?" y/n asks. "I think im gonna fall and bump my head" san tries to get out of it but the next thing he knew he was going circles around the ice clinging onto y/n for dear life since she didn't let him use the wall.

"y/n we're skating way too fast" he squeaks but y/n just giggles as they go towards the middle. she lets go of him for a second and he freezes in place as she does a figure 8 on the ice. she looked so elegant and ethereal. she smiles and heads back to him. "try skating to me" she says skating backwards no more than a couple feet away from him.

san shakes his head "im gonna fall" he pouts. "you will if you keep that mindset" y/n scoffs. "I won't let you fall san skate to me" she says. he slowly moves his feet more walking than skating but y/n didn't mind as he waddled his way over to her. "you got it!" y/n exclaims as he grasps her hand again. "okay that's enough for today" san frowns and y/n nods in agreement bringing them to the entrance. "did you have fun at least?" she asks cleaning her skates. he hums in reply. "guess so"

it was officially 2 days till competition day, y/n freaking out was a understatement. "y/n you're pacing so much you might burn off the carpet" san chuckles nervously as she paced around his apartment. "sorry i'm nervous as hell" y/n admits. "y/n you're gonna do great" he smiles. "I keep fucking up my triple axel.. what if I fall on the ice in front of everyone?" she says in almost fear. "or.. what if you do so good you get a standing ovation?" san counters. "we both know that's not happening" she sighs. "you never know" he smiles.

finally.. finally, finally it was competition day. y/n changes into her costume and heads out and meets up with san. his eyes widen as he sees her costume. it was an icy white with a flowy skirt, rhinestones and glitter along the skirts edge and her sleeves. "wow you look incredible" san says his jaw practically on the floor. "thank you" she says, nervousness clear in her voice as it shook a bit as she replied. "you're going to do great y/n" san reassures her. "hope you're right"

y/n's name booms through the loudspeakers and y/n walks to the rink stepping on it carefully. the music she had been blasting in her ears for months played almost like a bittersweet reminder to all the work she had put into this piece. she skates around, salchow, upright spin, axel, double axel, lutz jump. she hears her music come to an end as she skates to the center of the rink before she lets herself take a breathe so much had happened in the span of a few months. she had gotten praised, yelled at, she met san.. oh san he changed her life for sure. there wasn't time to think about him now though. she takes a moment before clearing her head completely.

without a second thought she jumps to do her final move. the triple axel she worked her ass off perfecting. the scolding of her instructor runs through her ears but its quickly replaced by san's reassurance. within an instant she goes to do her triple axel almost bracing for impact assuming she’d fall but.. no she didn't. she landed perfectly.

before she knew it, it was over. there wasn't any reaction for a moment but suddenly she hears a cheer, she looks to the side to see san practically jumping out of his seat on the sideline. his cheers are followed by clapping from the audience. it was no standing ovation but y/n didnt need one to feel achieved.

she takes a bow practically bolting off as san was waiting for her his arms wide open. she practically jumps off the ice into his arms as they almost fall backwards but san holds them both flat on the ground. it was like the hug he gave her months ago when she sobbed in his arms but this one was different. she releases herself from the hug still in his arms. they look at each other before anyone could say a word she kisses him. without a second thought she presses her lips right onto his. he gasps in surprise at first but he recovers quickly kissing her right back. they finally pull away from the kiss as san slowly brings her down to the ground. "you did it" he exclaims excitedly. "I knew you could do it" he cheers.

the two grip each other's hands as the places are announced. from runner ups to third place, second place, and finally.. "a night to remember by y/n l/n!" the announcer says and san and y/n jump for joy. "holy shit i won" y/n says in almost disbelief. "of course you won" san smiles lifting her up in his arms again spinning her in circles.

the rink clears out and san goes to clean the ice. "victory lap?" he asks giggling as y/n nods with a big smile stepping onto the zamboni's edge. they talk as san cleans the ice going over the cracks and bumps made by all the skaters on the ice that day. he finishes cleaning helping y/n down as he parks it.

y/n walks out with her trophy in one hand and grips san's hand in the other one. they walk to san's car and he opens the door and helps her in before stepping into the drivers seat. "our show at my place?" he asks starting up the car. "I thought you'd never ask" she smiles.

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[elsanna-shenanigans]

December 2023/January 2024 Contest Submission #9: a pinch of salt

Words: ca. 5,000 Setting: modern AU Lemon: no CW: none

With a low grunt, Elsa lifted the bag of flour to spill into the industrial mixer. Holding her breath and turning her head away while a puff of flour wafted out of the steal bowl. She didn’t need to measure, the cupcakes she was making required the entire bag and if it was a little off, no one ever seemed to notice. This wasn’t Paris anymore after all.

It was a big shift from quantity over quality. She still did her best on the more specialty confections, the ones in smaller batches. But with these cupcakes, she simply couldn’t, they were made and bought in mass.

“Good morning sweetie,” Elsa’s mother said, pushing open the back door with her shoulder. Letting in both the sounds and smells of the city. It closed with a soft thud and the noise in the back room was once again just the hum of the equipment. “I got you a latte.”

“Mom, we can make lattes here.” Elsa sighed, crumbling the empty bag and brushing off her apron.

“Yes, but that little shop on the corner has the egg sandwiches your father loves. And I just want him to be happy, he’s really struggling.” Iduna dipped her head and placed a small paper bag and a coffee cup on the counter near Elsa. 

“I know.”

“I got you some food too, I can’t just go in there and buy one sandwich, that would be weird.” Iduna laughed, it sounded a little forced but Elsa chose to ignore it.

“Well, you can, but thank you I didn’t have time to make anything.”

“Hmm, I figured and you can drink this coffee now while I get our machine set up.”

“Thank you, Mom.” Elsa opened the paper bag and took out the egg sandwich. her mom smiled and disappeared through another door that led to the upstairs. She glanced over at the mixer, debating for a moment before she leaned back and ate. Better to eat it while it’s hot, the cupcakes could wait a few minutes.

***

“And that wraps up today’s cafe adventure, make sure to leave a comment with your suggestion for my next cafe. Thanks for watching!” Anna smiled and held of the peace sign, counting to three in my head before she flipped the phone around and stopped the recording.

She took a sip of her drink and looked around the busy cafe, glad that she had long since grown out of being embarrassed of filming herself in public. Truly no one really cared, specially in cafes where folks were in and out with a snack and drink or deeply buried in their work of choice — hunched over laptops. 

Anna pulled out her own laptop, a few minutes later she was deep in editing mode, headphones on, computer glasses askew. A little notepad sat next to her where her marked notes for a voice voice she would record later.

The cafe thinned out around her, settling into the mid-afternoon calm before the teenagers and after-workers descended in masses. This was Anna’s favorite time at any cafe when she could really look around and enjoy the decor and little unique touches. This place was rather ordinary. Anna found herself stretching to come up with some positive things to say.

“Miss, we have two hour limit unless you buy something.” A tired looking barista said.

“Oh I’m sorry, I’ll just pack up and get out of your hair.” Anna smiled and the barista just sighed and nodded, drifting off to another table. Anna debated buying something on her way out as an apology, but the only non-drink items were some basic-looking chocolate chip cookies. She shoved her laptop in her backpack and shouldered.

“One cookie please,”

“Sure,” the person behind the counter said, scooping the cookie into a paper bag and handing it over in one smooth action.

Outside the cafe, the early evening was just starting to kiss the city, long shadows and slow traffic. She started walking, no destination, just to wonder till it got dark and then she would navigate the subway system home from wherever she ended up.

She passed a homeless man, sitting on a small blanket with his back leaned against a wall. People passed without paying him much mind. Anna approached and he eyed her but made no other moves.

“Here, I just bought it,” Anna said, offering him the cookie.

A weather-worn hand reached out and grabbed the bag, “Thank you, young lady.” He said offering a smile.

Anna returned it before continuing, hopefully the cookie would brighten his day a bit.

“Jimmy get the door.” A woman shouted once Anna rounded a corner. Only Anna didn’t see a woman, she only saw a stack of purple boxes wobbling towards a waiting town car and a panicked-looking young boy who was opening the door while his eyes, wide and frightened, stared at the stack of purple.

Anna held her breath but the woman was able to safely get the boxes into the back seat and she breathed out a sigh of relief at the same time as the boy. The pair of strangers disappeared into the car and it pulled away into traffic. She glanced at where the woman had come from and was surprised to find a combo cafe and bakery.

She pulled out her phone and googled the location. ‘Fjord Flavors Bakery’ popped up on maps but lacked a website or any social media. Anna’s interest spiked, this could be the hidden gem she’s been looking for for her web series.

She walked up to the door at the same time someone did from the other side of the glass. A woman. Tall and blonde, stood inside the shop. She looked at Anna for a moment as if waiting for something before she reached up and flipped the sign on the door to closed. She pointed with a long finger to a faded paper sign with hours before turning her back and walked away.

Anna was left speechless and intrigued, she needed to know more. She attempted to look through the windows at the bakery counter but the lights were flipped off and Anna was left staring at her own reflection.

***

Elsa pushed through the door to the back and hung up her apron. It was quiet now in the back room save for a faint hum from the walk-in fridge.

“Hi sweetie,” Iduna said, opening to door to the apartment upstairs. “I scrubbed the floors and wiped everything down already. You just need to take the trash out.”

“Thanks Mom,” Elsa said, rolling her sleeves up. “What did you want for dinner?”

“Oh, your father really wants Chinese takeout if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, that will work,” Elsa said with a sigh. “I’ll just get my usual. I’ll be up after this.”

“Alright sweetheart, I’ll call Wok The Block.” Her mother disappeared through the door. Elsa took the trash out, wrinkling her nose at the smell and pretending not to see the rats scurrying away from the shared dumpster.

She looked up at the glowing window of the second floor where she shared an apartment with her parents. This wasn’t where she had imagined herself being but life is weird like that.

“Hey dad,” Elsa said as she finally walked into the apartment. “How are you feeling?”

“Oh, I’m doing great honey, I think I can come downstairs and help tomorrow.” Her father replied, his voice raspy.

“That’s great dad.” Elsa forced a small smile, it was the same every day. But he was never well enough the next day. She often flipped between annoyed and missing the man her father used to be before he got sick, before Elsa came back home to help.

  ***

Anna held up a hand to shield her eyes from the early morning bright sun, well early for her anyway. She was making her way back to Fjord Flavors Bakery, she needed to scope it out and make sure they were okay with her filming a vlog in there. Most places had no issue but she always asked anyway.

The bakery was fairly busy with sleepy patrons and frantic-looking folks of intern age. It smelled like a lovely mix of coffee and fresh bread with a hint of sweetness. There were stacks of purple boxes in various sizes on nearly every counter behind the register and the sparking large glass case showcased everything from chocolate moose cake to simple bagels.

Anna was captivated, her eyes darting around the small shop, bouncing from various things in the glass display case to the handwritten menu board. She didn’t notice she was next in line till a warm voice cut through her thoughts.

“What can I get you this morning?”

Anna blinked and chewed on her lip. “Um, a vanilla latte and a—“ She looked over at the case, noticing the blonde woman from last night for the first time. She had a baseball hat pulled down low on her face, hiding most of it in shadow as she moved with an almost floating grace, putting goods in boxes or bags.

“Sweetheart?” The woman at the register asked again. She was older but looked much like the blonde woman, at least from what Anna remembered from the few seconds she saw her on the other side of the glass.

“A chocolate muffin please.”

“Good choice, you can tap your card when you’re ready.”  She didn’t wait for Anna to finish paying before turning around to begin working on Anna’s latte.

As Anna waited for her latte and chocolate muffin, she couldn’t shake the feeling of anticipation that fluttered in her chest. The bustling atmosphere of Fjord Flavors Bakery seemed to envelop her. She pulled out her phone on instinct, realizing at that moment that she forgot to ask about filming, too distracted with the baked goods. And, if she was honest, the younger of the two women behind the counter. Something about her just captivated Anna.

Lost in her thoughts, Anna’s eyes inadvertently met those of the mysterious blonde woman. A brief moment passed between them, a flicker of recognition that left Anna both intrigued and slightly unnerved. The woman’s gaze was penetrating, as if she could see through Anna entirely.

The older woman at the register, likely the mother of the intriguing figure behind the counter, smiled at Anna, snapping her out of the momentary trance. “Sweetheart, your card didn’t go through.”

Anna fumbled for her wallet and tapped her card again, grateful for the distraction. Once the reader beeped the older woman nodded her head and handed over her latte and muffin — enclosed in a little purple bag. Anna stepped away from the counter and took a sip of her latte before turning on one heal — committing before she could change her mind, and approached the younger woman who was still engrossed in her work.

“Hi,” Anna began, her voice carrying a hint of nervousness. “I was here last night, and I’m Anna, and I’m a food blogger. I was wondering if it’s okay for me to film a vlog here. Your bakery is so charming, and I’d love to share it with my audience.”

The blonde woman, her eyes still concealed beneath the shadow of the hat, looked up from her task. There was a pause, a moment of silence that stretched, leaving Anna wondering if she had overstepped a boundary.

But then, to Anna’s surprise, a small smile tugged at the corners of the woman’s lips. “Sure, you can film. Just try not to get in the way too much. We’ve got a busy morning ahead.”

Anna beamed with gratitude, her excitement bubbling over. “Thank you so much! I promise I’ll be quiet as a mouse. Your bakery is truly special, and I want to capture its magic.”

The woman’s smile vanished. “Can you not put my face in your video? You can film my mom, Iduna, she loves attention.”

“Yeah of course, no problem-o uh… I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.”

“Because I didn’t give it, I usually don’t, but maybe I’ll tell you.” The blonde shrugged and turned around to busy herself with some other task, effectively ending the conversion.

Anna retreated to a corner, setting up her camera and adjusting the frame. The bakery’s ambiance, the hum of activity, and the tantalizing aroma of fresh pastries served as the backdrop for her vlog.

As Anna began recording, she couldn’t help stealing glances at the blonde woman, who continued working with a quiet intensity. The exchange between them felt charged with unspoken intrigue, a dance of curiosity and captivation.

***

Elsa continued her meticulous work behind the counter, arranging pastries with practiced precision. The rhythmic hum of the bakery machinery and the murmur of customers created a familiar symphony around her. She was engrossed in the delicate dance of crafting confections, her mind focused on the artistry of each creation.

The arrival of this new customer, Anna, occupied Elsa’s thoughts. She had observed the woman from beneath the shadow of her hat, curious about the stranger who had locked eyes with her the night before. Elsa’s eyes, sharp and discerning, followed Anna’s movements as she fumbled for her wallet and paid for her order.

Her mother, ever knowing glanced her way and gave her daughter a smirk. Elsa could swear that woman was some kind of mind-reading witch sometimes.

When the woman turned away from the counter, Elsa felt her heart sink a little only to have it completely flip over and she couldn’t help but feel a flutter of anticipation as she approached. There was something about this food blogger, Anna, that piqued her curiosity, a blend of charm and nervous energy that resonated with the essence of the baking itself.

Anna’s voice, smooth and kind sounding, reached Elsa’s ears and rang through them like a gentle song. The request to film a vlog seemed to echo through the busy bakery, and Elsa found herself torn between the desire to share Fjord Flavors’ story and the instinctive need to guard her own privacy.

The moment of silence that followed stretched, and Elsa locked eyes with Anna. The intensity of the gaze exchanged between them held a silent understanding, a recognition of the delicate balance they were navigating. When Anna’s request was met with a small smile, Elsa allowed a fraction of relief to wash over her.

“Sure, you can film. Just try not to get in the way too much. We’ve got a busy morning ahead,” Elsa replied, her tone measured. The decision to allow the filming was not without hesitation, but she couldn’t deny the bakery’s newfound visibility had its benefits. They needed more customers, they were barely breaking even as it was.

Anna’s gratitude beamed like a ray of sunshine, but Elsa’s smile faltered when the request about her face being excluded from the video surfaced. The vulnerability beneath the confident exterior became apparent. “Can you not put my face in your video? You can film my mom, Iduna; she loves attention,” Elsa stated, her voice carrying a mix of firmness and vulnerability.

“Yeah, of course, no problem-o, uh… I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name,” Anna responded, her enthusiasm tempered by the subtle shift in the conversation.

“Because I didn’t give it. I usually don’t, but maybe I’ll tell you,” Elsa said with a shrug, turning her attention back to her tasks. The brief exchange left an air of mystery hanging between them, an unspoken understanding that some stories were meant to be guarded.

As Anna retreated to a corner to set up her camera, Elsa returned to her craft, the dance of creation resuming amidst the inviting aroma of freshly baked pastries. The bakery’s ambiance, now subtly altered by the presence of a camera, continued to weave its magic, leaving Elsa to navigate the intricate dance between visibility and the sanctuary of the shadows.

****

Anna’s vlog unfolded seamlessly, capturing the essence of Fjord Flavors Bakery with a blend of charm and authenticity. Anna highlighted the meticulous craftsmanship behind each pastry, the warm interactions between staff and customers, and the unique charm that set the bakery apart.

The mysterious blonde woman, now a central figure in Anna’s narrative, moved gracefully through the frames, her hands expertly crafting delicate pastries. Anna didn’t realize until she was editing how much footage she got of the woman. That was not like her to make that much B-Roll.

The vlog, however, resonated with Anna’s audience, who eagerly embraced the enchanting story of Fjord Flavors. Within a few hours, it was already set to be one of her top posts. This was truly the hidden gem she had been looking for — she couldn’t wait to get back and film more.

As the week unfolded, the bakery continued to buzz with activity. The patrons, now aware of the filming, exchanged smiles with Anna. The atmosphere was charged with a sense of community, a shared appreciation for the hidden gem that had captured their hearts.

As Anna packed up her equipment, a few days later the older woman approached her, her eyes reflecting a mix of warmth and curiosity. “You’ve got a way of capturing the soul of a place,” she said. “We’re glad to have you share our story.”

Anna smiled, touched by the genuine sentiment. “It’s a special place, and your daughter… she’s something else. There’s a magic about her.”

The older woman’s eyes twinkled knowingly. “Elsa has always had a touch of magic. It’s what makes Fjord Flavors what it is. Don’t tell her father I said that though, he built the place.”

“Elsa,” Anna repeated, tasting the letters for the first time.

“Hmm, I don’t think I was supposed to tell you her name. Silly old me.” Iduna said, failing to hide a smirk. She turned and walked away before Anna could reply, disappearing into the back room.

“Elsa.” Anna repeated to herself as she glanced over to the counter again where Elsa herself was polishing the top of the glass case. Her hat pulled down so low that Anna could only see the very edge of her chin.

***

Elsa wiped her hands on her apron, the remnants of flour clinging to the fabric. The bustling activity of the bakery had quieted as closing time approached. Iduna, joined her behind the counter, offering a weary but affectionate smile.

“Another day is done,” Iduna remarked, her eyes reflecting a mix of exhaustion and resilience.

Elsa nodded, the weight of responsibility settling on her shoulders. “Let’s clean up and head upstairs. Dad’s probably waiting.”

Together, they moved with a practiced efficiency, tidying up the bakery with a shared understanding of the routine. The aroma of the day’s creations lingered in the air, a comforting scent that masked the underlying concerns both women carried.

Once the last tray was stored, Elsa locked the front door. They ascended the narrow staircase that led to the second floor. As they entered the apartment, the atmosphere shifted from the warmth of the bakery to a more intimate, subdued setting. The living room was adorned with family photos and traces of the life they had built together. Soft light illuminated the room, casting a gentle glow.

Elsa’s father was in his favorite chair, a worn blanket draped over his frail shoulders. His eyes, once vibrant, now held a weariness that spoke of battles fought within. Despite his illness, a flicker of a smile appeared and he sat up straighter as he saw Elsa and Iduna enter.

“Hey, Dad,” Elsa greeted, her voice carrying a mix of tenderness and concern. It had been months now and he hadn’t shown any progress. “How was your day?”

He coughed softly, a reminder of the fragility that had settled in and Elsa was painfully reminded that they couldn’t afford the medicine that could help him. “Same as always, sweetheart. You girls working too hard down there?”

Iduna leaned down to kiss his forehead. “You know us, always keeping things running.”

Elsa fetched a glass of water from the kitchen, handing it to her father. As he took a sip, his eyes met Elsa’s, and an unspoken understanding passed between them. The weight of their shared reality hung in the air.

“I’ll start dinner,” Iduna suggested, attempting to infuse the moment with normalcy.

Elsa remained by her father’s side, her hand gently resting on his. “You doing okay, Dad?”

He sighed, his gaze distant. “Just tired, sweetheart. But seeing you and your mother’s faces at the end of the day makes it all worthwhile. Your mother tells me the bakery has been a video-er the last few days.”

“Yes, we’re not paying her but it seems to be helping business.”

“I heard she’s really sweet and pretty and your mother told me I have to tell you to talk to her.” A familiar twinkle danced across her father’s eyes.

“I’ll try Dad.” Elsa replied, not sure how much she believed her own words.

Her father smiled and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. Elsa squeezed his hand, a mixture of love and sorrow coursing through her. The trio settled into the familiar routine of an evening together, finding solace in the shared moments that transcended the challenges they faced.

As the evening unfolded, the soft hum of family echoed through the apartment—a fragile melody that held within it the strength of love, resilience, and the unwavering bond that anchored them in the face of life’s uncertainties.

***

The following week unfolded with a rhythm of anticipation as Anna returned to Fjord Flavors Bakery. The atmosphere had shifted subtly as if the bakery itself recognized the growing curiosity that surrounded it.

Elsa, the elusive figure behind the counter, continued her work with a quiet determination. Her hat pulled low, veiled her expression, leaving Anna to wonder about the stories concealed beneath the surface. The name “Elsa” echoed in Anna’s mind like a secret she was on the verge of unraveling.

As Anna set up her camera for another day of filming, she couldn’t help but feel a magnetic pull toward the enigmatic blonde woman. It was a dance of curiosity and respect, a delicate balance that Anna had grown accustomed to navigating.

The day unfolded with the familiar symphony of Fjord Flavors—the hum of machinery, the aroma of fresh pastries, and the chatter of contented patrons. Anna’s lens captured the intricate details of the bakery, from the artful arrangement of desserts to the interactions between staff and customers.

While filming, Elsa’s hands worked their magic with practiced finesse. The vlog became a canvas, each frame painted with the passion and dedication that Elsa poured into her creations. Anna couldn’t deny the magnetic allure that Elsa exuded, and her camera seemed drawn to the mysterious pastry chef.

As the day wound down and Anna packed up her equipment, Iduna approached once more, her eyes twinkling with a knowing gleam. “You’ve been capturing the essence of Fjord Flavors beautifully, dear. My daughter may be a bit of a mystery, I’m afraid. There’s a reason I suppose, but I think she needs someone to talk to.”

Anna nodded, grateful for the hospitality she had received. “Thank you,” she paused before continuing, weighing her words. “Do you think I’m the person to talk to her? I’m just a vlogger, I can’t say I’m really friends with Elsa.”

Iduna chuckled softly. “Well, dear, I watch your vlogs and I know my daughter,” She looked directly into Anna’s eyes, her expression hard to read. “Sure, sometimes the best stories are the ones left untold. But I have a feeling Elsa might be willing to share a bit more, given the right nudge.” She winked and walked away.

Encouraged by Iduna’s words, Anna glanced over at Elsa, who was now meticulously arranging a display of delicate pastries. The hat cast a shadow over her features. Anna swallowed, she wanted nothing more than to have a meaningful conversation with Elsa. Even with her face covered, the woman drew Anna in like a moth to a flame.

Approaching Elsa with a newfound resolve, Anna couldn’t suppress the curiosity that fueled her, if Elsa was a cliff, she willingly jumped over the edge.

“Elsa?” Anna began.

Elsa jumped and visibly tensed, forcing Anna to fall silent. She turned slowly, cold blue eyes locking with Anna’s. There was fear there, a panic that stirred under the surface. And Anna wanted nothing more than to reach out and calm the storm.

“Elsa?” Anna tried again and was met with a scowl as Elsa rushed forward and placed a hand over her mouth.

“How did you learn my name?” Elsa demanded in a hushed whisper. Anna was distracted by how close their bodies were, never mind the strong hand over her mouth. With Elsa this close she could really see her face and the delicate features, the sharp cheekbones, the soft lips. She was beautiful.

She looked familiar…

Someone cleared their throat on the other side of the bakery and Elsa stepped back, letting her hand fall but her eyes never left Anna.

“Come into the back, we need to talk.”

“Aye aye, Captain,” Anna mumbled, she ran over to her bag and scooped up her belongings before following Elsa behind the counter and through the door into the back room.

***

The back room offered a small reprieve from the prying eyes in the bakery. Elsa closed the door behind them, the muffled sounds of the bakery now distant. She turned to face Anna, the air between them charged with unspoken tension.

Anna broke the silence first. “Okay, spill. Why the secrecy, Elsa? Which, by the way, your mom told me, alright?”

Elsa sighed, feeling the weight of the years of hiding settle on her shoulders. “I’m sorry I touched you without asking, it just caught me off guard and I got scared.” She took off her hat and ran a hand through her hair, letting her bangs fall. “As for the name thing… well, that’s on me. I should’ve been more careful I guess. But the secrecy, it’s a long story.”

Anna grinned, and Elsa could sense her eagerness and curiosity. “Long stories are my specialty. Lay it on me.”

Elsa motioned for Anna to sit at a small well-worn table in the corner. The old chair creaked as she sat down and gathered her thoughts, her gaze fixed on the floor. She was so tired of hiding, but so scared of being open. Yet this weird nerdy girl with a camera that kept coming back day after day had worn down a wall. And Elsa felt this urge to open up to her. Anna felt safe, and she liked that feeling.

With a sigh, she decided to just open the floodgates and see what happened. “I used to be a TV chef, you know? A pretty famous one, actually,” Elsa began, the memories stirring a mix of nostalgia and regret. “I had my own cooking show, traveled the world, won awards. It was everything I thought I wanted.”

Anna’s eyes widened with genuine surprise. “You were a TV chef? Seriously? That’s amazing! That’s why you look so familiar, I used to watch your shows. I was so upset you lost Iron Chef, that judge was stupid. Why’d you stop?”

Elsa sighed again, the weight of the past pressing upon her. “It’s a glamorous life, but it comes at a cost. The constant scrutiny, the pressure to maintain an image. I felt like I was losing myself. And then my dad got sick. So, one day, I decided to step away. I came back here, to my family’s bakery.”

Anna’s excitement tempered with understanding. “But why the secrecy? You could’ve been a sensation, Elsa! People would love to know the famous TV chef behind Fjord Flavors.”

Elsa’s eyes met Anna’s, revealing a vulnerability that went beyond the façade she had carefully crafted. “I don’t want the fame, Anna. I found solace here, away from the spotlight. I wanted to be able to focus on my dad and help him, and I did till my money ran out.” She picked at a piece of dried flour on her apron. I didn’t want people to see the TV chef; I didn’t want the food critics coming here and tearing this place apart just because I was famous. I just wanted them to enjoy the pastries.”

Anna nodded, absorbing the sincerity in Elsa’s words. “You’re not just hiding from the world; you’re hiding from your past. From who you used to be.”

Elsa simply nodded.

Anna’s gaze softened “You know, Elsa, I get it. Fame isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be. But your story, it’s captivating. People would understand.”

Elsa offered a small, appreciative smile and stood up. “Wait here.” She ran up the stairs into the apartment, pausing to check on her father who was softly snoring away. After grabbing the box she was looking for she ran back downstairs to find Anna looking around at the various machines.

“Look, I don’t know if this is the right thing or not, but if anyone was going to break the news that Chef Elsa has been here in this little bakery, I want it to be you.” Elsa held out the box to Anna who took it with a confused look.

“What’s this?”

“It’s a bunch of my old TV stuff, tapes, and photos, things you can use in your video. Everything in that box is all yours, consider it a gift.”

“No Elsa, I can’t take this,” Anna said, handing the box back. “You kept your privacy for so long, why now suddenly?”

“Because maybe you’re right. I thought people would judge me. But as you pointed out, people would understand. And I’m selfish for not using my fame to help my dad. So here we are.”

“Okay, but I have a better idea than I box of the past.” Anna bit her lip and looked up at the ceiling.  “Two things, first, let’s let up an interview and I’ll film it. Second, let’s go on a date, get dressed up, have some drinks, and just talk about whatever.”

A warm feeling bubbled up inside Elsa and she couldn’t help but smile. “You mean that?”

“Well yeah, I have my camera stuff with me.”

“No, about the date?”

Anna’s face turned bright red. “Oh I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have overstepped, I just thought that uh… I’m sorry.”

“Hush, I would love to go on a date with you. I’ve been waiting for you to ask.”

[0prie]

(Hyung line) piwon x reader on their birthday!!

Note: I genuinely have

nothing to write rn requests r open!!

-p1h masterlist<3

Warnings:None!

-KEEHO

.I feel like this man would act like it wasn’t you birthday

.Like you can just ask “Did you really forget my birthday ☹️?”

.And he’d still act like he forgot it

.till the end of the day when you arrive home and look at a huge cake with the words happy birthday on it

.Takes you karaoke to show off his voice 😒

.I feel like his gift would be a phone charger 🤗 or maybe a bag or maybe matching glasses like the ones he wore at the end of forest harmony s1

-THEO.!

. At one point during the day (at night) he’ll ask you what’s your favorite song and then sing every single one you throw at him like karaoke except he knows every single song and it’s lyrics

. He would take you fishing 😸

. I really don’t have much for Theo tbh

.he’d take you to your favorite restaurant 🤭

.Posts pictures of you on insta (embarrassing pics included)

. Store bought cake defff 100%

.His gift would be a fishing rod or a camera

-JIUNG ‼️

.HED BE A SWEETHEART NO CHANGING MY MIND

.he would get you birthday breakfast anything you want you’ve been asking for it for a long time? You now got it

.Would take you to the theater and have a movie marathon

.Hed give you a letter writing everything he loves abt you

.At 12 am exactly the moment it turns that he texts you happy birthday with a million happy birthday videos and gifs

.His cake would be an ice cream cake 😘 with your favorite flavor ofc

.Also his gift probably headphones maybe

-reposts,comments are appreciated!!<3

[sufjanoflove]

To Know Him Is To Love Him

Featuring: Nanami Kento x reader!

Synopsis: Falling for one another on the train

Warning: I didn’t proofread bc I’m just too lazy lol! 💗💗💗

About the song: I was listening to this song, repeatedly, while writing this so I needed to put it on here for you lovely readers xoxo

Entering the train, I had no idea what I was doing. Is it even called a train? A subway? Metro? I’m not sure, all I knew was that I was very lost. Keeping my composure, I enter the silver machine that is called whatever I want to call it, and find a seat.

Except, there were none. I got into the train 30 seconds before it was going to leave, obviously no seats were going to be left. I walk the isles as my favorite classical piece plays in my headphones, calming me down before I panicked. I always was too dumb to think things through, why hadn’t I arrived earlier? It’d have been easier that way, but I guess my mind was thinking of other things.

Like the fact that I randomly took a vacation in February from my teaching job, just one week would suffice. My kindergartner’s would understand, right? I needed a break, so I left abruptly on a Sunday morning, and went straight to France. But I saw some tickets for Vienna that were really cheap so I took my chance. France was good for the first three days, but I wanted to enjoy my trip even more.

Now, I was just wishing someone stabbed me to death so I didn’t have to endure this embarrassment. At last, I found an empty seat and sat. It wasn’t long ‘till I realized there was a book, reading glasses and a briefcase in the seat facing me. I know, I know, I should’ve left but there were no other seats! It was either be embarrassed by everyone in here or be awkward around one person. Maybe it’ll be a nice girl, become friends with her. Or an old man, since the glasses looked vintage alongside the briefcase. I had no other choice but to stay.

I opened my book, Murderer’s prefer Blondes, and left my headphones to shuffle through my classical playlist. I needed to calm down and Erik Satie did its justice. Only for like 2 minutes before someone sat in front of me. I decided to act mysterious, try to be cool and never looked up. I stared nonchalantly at my book, pretending to read.

“Good book?” It was a man’s voice, a very sexy one. It was smooth, and very pleasurable to the ears. I wanted to hear more of it, so I decided to be nice and respond.

“It’s amazing.” I looked up and he simply stared at me, smiled to my answer. Wow this man was handsome. My realization of my singleness punched me in the face just by staring at his handsomeness.

It was quiet for a moment, so I took out my headphones to hear the noises of the train and other peoples chattering.

He looked out the window before I spoke.

“Is it a bother that I sat here?”

“No, none at all. Why would you think so?”

“I always assume,” Shrugging, “I was just scared you were some pretentious businessman.” He chuckled before looking at his stuff.

“The briefcase does that for some.” He looks back at his stuff again, “I mean I am, kind of, a businessman.”

“Oo and what is a businessman doing in the countryside of France?”

“Running away from my problems.” He smiles, “and what would a young lady be doing here as well.”

“Far from young, I’m 25.”

“You’re young.”

“How old are you?” I ask

“Old.” He stated.

“Come on” I say, raising an eyebrow.

“27.” He chuckled, me laughing alongside him. 25 to him was young but 27 was old? I know it was a joke. It wasn’t funny but he’s cute so I had to laugh.

“I like your laugh,” he says, “it’s soft, like honey to my ears.” He complimented my fake laugh.. I should fake laugh more often. Pause- what if he was making fun of my fake laugh? I only fake laughed because of his joke.. This is why you’re single, oh my gosh!

Blushing, I hit his knee softly.

Swiftly, he caught my wrist, continuing, “I’m serious. It’s beautiful.” I tilt my head, smiling at him. His face was still serious but broken softly with a slight smile. I briefly analyzed his features, taking in everything like his eyebrows, his beautiful nose, and his soft lips. Those lips are so pretty, I wish I coul-

I shake my head, laughing at myself before looking back at him.

“It’s funny, I said the same thing not even a moment ago, just to myself.”

“Hm, I guess we both enjoy each others voices.”

“Guess so.” Coincidentally, it got quiet. We both stopped talking but stayed admiring each others faces. After a moment, he says

“You never answered my question.”

I gave him a confused look, “What would a pretty lady be doing in the middle of nowhere, in France?”

He leaned back into his seat, looking me in the eye. Seizing the moment, I began to ramble on and on about how awful my life is, how tired I am but how the little babies I get to see each day make up for it. How Europe seemed so beautiful on all of the films I watch, how I needed a breath of fresh air. To just enjoy life and it’s beauty, taking my start in Europe like every other American.

In the whole conversation, we both began to understand eachother and the reasons why we both were on a train, speeding through Europe. He spoke so little but his words painted thousands and thousands of pictures.

After what felt like forever, we stopped. Well the train did causing us to stop talking, and we realized it was because we arrived to his destination.

“We talked for three hours.” I stretched, looking at everyone leaving. He stayed seating, looking down. Why isn’t he leaving? He’s going to his stop.

“Hey, before you leave,” I leaned forward, forcing eye contact, “I’m Y/n.”

“I’m Nanami.” He looks up without looking towards me and out the window, a sense of stress washed over him. I could tell because my kindergartner’s would do the same as they’d debate whether or not to ask me about something. Was he going to ask me something? He’s 27, not 5 shut up.

“Come with me, y/n.” I choked on the Diet Coke I was drinking and covered my mouth. My reaction was not valid, not only did I overreact but I embarrassed myself. He didn’t ask you to marry him, not even to fuck him, yet I think ‘hey, maybe it’s a good idea to spit out your drink and have it dripping all over your lips’

Such an ingénue.

Nanami hands over a handkerchief, of course he has one, and I dab my mouth onto it.

“You want to kidnap me, Nanami?” I smile, as he puts his hands up shaking his head.

“Have you ever seen ‘Taken’? I’m not about to be sold. I know martial arts, mister. Try me.” I fold his handkerchief, and keep it on my lap.

“Look, I work a 9-5 every single day, coming home to an empty apartment, on an empty stomach with a migraine thinking my life isn’t worth it. Our long conversation proved to me that life is short and shouldn’t be spent on being stressed all the time. It should be spent on doing things for the thrill of it.” He looks at me, with his carved face. Staring at me, intensely, similar to a statue in a museum. Ooh a museum sounds nice, I need to remember to see one here.

“Now answer me, honestly, would you like to come with me?”

“No.” I reply, his face drops almost instantly.

Why would I word my answer like that? GOSH YOU’RE SO IDIOTIC YOU PROBABLY BROKE THIS MANS HEART BY WORDING IT THAT WAY??>! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!

He immediately reaches for his stuff but I grab his arm. “You should come with me.” The blonde man’s face responded with a cocktail of confusion and shock.

I grin, heart racing whether or not to ask him the same question.

“I’m just too excited for my trip to Vienna, i was in France for way too long already. The least you could do for me is come to my destination and I’ll hang out with you there.”

He ponders for a moment, a lady making an announcement that the train will depart soon. “Okay.” Nanami softly says, “I’m okay with that idea.” I sat next to him as he lifts a hand to brush my hair out of my face.

Kind of awkward because I reached up to push the same hair away and we bumped hands.

Laughing, we began to talk about the adventures that await us for the day.

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© sufjanoflove — all rights reserved to me, Leon, the author and creator of these works. do not translate/claim my work as yours on any platform.

[pinkt3aa]

Lost in translation

Geto Suguru x fem! reader ♡

contains-alcohol consumption, swearing, angst, 1,420 words

“When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow” he replied

“I’ll miss you”

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The city line border was nowhere near as buildings covered the whole city Geto had noticed. Taking a plane to New York for a Business trip the last thing he’d expect is to fall in love. Plus, he already had a girlfriend; a cheating girlfriend. He knew it but didn’t bring it up because he didn’t want to go through the feeling of being alone.

As soon as he’d walked out of the Boarding area he had someone directing him to a limousine. He wasn’t any other Fells in a crowd, he’d made quite a name for himself back in Japan but he was in the city that never sleeps as they say.

On his first day of being in the city, he was signed back to back on photo shoots. Not even a brink of sleep rested in him so as he clicked for the elevator he never thought someone else would be in there at the brink of dawn. Stepping into the elevator he quietly listened to the music of his headphones toll a Rap was felt on his shoulder.

“I love the smiths” you smiled

taking off his headphones, “sorry?”

“I Said I love the smiths” you then gestured to his headphones “you have good taste in music”

“You like the smiths?” He asked with a gentle smile on his lips. Nodding a chuckle escaped your lips, “Yeah I’d say we go drinking to great music taste together but it's almost 4 am”

A playful smile spread across his lips, “well how about you give me your number, and then we’ll hold it off for another time?”. Smiling you gave him your number and offered him a wave goodbye at your stop of the elevator. You were so pretty and had the music taste as him?! He couldn't wait to see you again.

And he did see you sooner than expected. Sure enough, the next day when he went to the bar of his hotel to take a shot to ease his nerves about being in such a big city, there you were tapping him on the shoulder yet again.

“Hey stranger”

An amused chuckle escaped his lips, “Hello to you to stranger funny seeing you here in the hotel I’m staying ats bar sounds Kind of stalker-ish” he laughed

Putting your hands up in mock surrender you also laughed, “I’m no stalker just hotels alcohol taste better than the ones they sell in-store, and as I said last time I could buy you a drink. Unless you don’t want one”

Putting a hand on his chin Geto pretended to think till he removed his hand away. “Eh, why not”. Smiling with your pearly whites you called the bartender and ordered two shots who was quick to pour them into the small glass. Both picking up your glasses you smirked at the other before downing the drink.

The strong liquid burned as it went down. The feeling didn’t stop you both from drinking more. Your vision became fuzzy but tolerable and your body felt light. Glancing over to the man you were hit with a fit of laughs as he did drunk impressions of celebrities. “Hey hey” you started trying to down back the laughs, “whats even your name”

“Geto Suguru”

“Cool suga I'm Y/N L/N how do you feel about going to the karaoke joint down the street” you didn't even know what you were saying wird’s just plopped into sentences but you didn’t care you were with the person you’d only meet in a one in a billion chances. Might as well make the most of the night.

The man before you just nodded, slapping a wad of cash on the table, and walked over to you placing a hand around your shoulder to maintain both of your's balance. The walk to the karaoke place wasn’t far and filled with laughter before you both went into the private booth.

“Hmm what song we're thinking? You know any American songs?” You asked standing up by the jukebox

“Only a little but my favorite is that one song uh” he pondered trying to remember it

“New York by Alicia keys??”

“Yes, that's it!” He spoke nodding approvingly

A giggle escaped your lips at the tourist. How cliche. Pressing the song on the jukebox the lyrics projected onto a tv above it. With a hand holding the mic you brought your free hand out to him to pull him up from the couch. Once he took a hold of the other mic the music filled the small room.

Singing the song you both tried to stay on top of the lyrics without laughing about how bad you both sounded. Finding the words to sing the last verse you both crashed onto the couch with a sigh. Your legs layed beside you as you leaned your head on his shoulder. Turning his body to you he wore a smile. Just then, you leaned in pecking his lips but quickly backed up when you realized what you had done.

“Oh my gosh I’m sorry”

Suddenly he leaned back into the kiss taking you by surprise. Leaning into the kiss Getos hands reached into your hair tangling them into it deepening the kiss. Geto caught himself groaning into the kiss as your tongues fought for dominance. Just then you pulled away and placed a hand on his toned chest, “I wanna keep going but m’ got a headache” you said mumbling through closed eyes.

Chuckling he put a hand on your back and one under your legs and lifted you up. Wrapping your arms around his neck your head pressed into his chest. Walking out of the karoke bar he crossed the street and walked up to his hotel room. On the walk he’d try to wake you up asking if he could send you on a Uber to your house but you continued to lye there asleep.

Laying your unconscious form on the bed Geto changed into a shirt and slipped in the other side of the bed making sure to give you some space while a soft smile played along his features.

꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦

The morning light peered on your face making you stir a bit in your sleep. Slightly opening your eyes you were faced with a big window peering down at the city streets. Turning your body around in the bed you came face to face with the man you had been goofing off with last night. “Hey” you whispered

“Hello gorgeous” he smiled

Running a finger down the bride of his nose than down to his lips you giggled, “you got some soft lips”

“Let’s test that theory” he than pressed his lips onto yours. After seeing this ‘relationship’ some could say you’re both getting into it too fast but it just felt right. Smiling into the kiss it seemed as if all your problems went away while with him. You were clueless, living in the moment type of person and people around you sensed that.

And as the days pasted on you enjoyed every second with the man. Once you got off work you’d shoot him a text asking him if he wanted to meet up. Although here and there you’d realize this happiness was only temporary leading you both to have your serious conversations.

Laying in bed you started, “does it get easier?”

“No” he paused, “yes”

“I tried being a writer but I hate what I write. I’d go spend time with my niece’s but I still end up back at step one”

Placing a kiss on your jaw he kept his eye contact with you, “the more you know who you are and what you want the less you let things upset you”

You were both too lonely people per say. One of you had the fear of being alone while the other couldn’t grip the feeling of happiness.

After a long day of fun at an arcade the fun began to winde down as you finally thought to ask

“When are you leaving”

Sucking in a breath he replied, “tomorrow”

“I’ll miss you” said you pulling him into a hug. Your chin on his shoulder with tears on your waterline threatening to fall down your face.

In the end if you could do it all over you wouldn’t. It was a relationship just to escape from all in the world. In a perfect world one would pick faith over riches.

[sugurus-slxt]

emergency request

((t.w. eating disorder))

i am trying to recover from my ed by myself since i don't fit the stereotypical person with ed and it is also expensive... i would love to get some comfort/support from haikyuu boys (kindly include tsukishima pls) <3

Haikyuu Boys Comforting Their S/O with an Eating Disorder (emergency request)

A/Note: I’m really sorry that you have to deal with that but if you ever need to talk I’m here, or just listen; my Inbox and Asks are open. I don’t think that anything should have a ‘stereotype’ especially not this, anything can happen to anybody, I anyway. These things don’t just pick and choose and honestly, I’m probably stating the obvious. I’m sorry but I just want you to know I believe in you and that you can do it. I do also apologise if this does not come out the way you wanted, this is honestly my first time writing for a situation like this so I did a little research, and I hope it was enough. I hope you like it. Love <3 ~ Sar-chan

Warning: eating disorder

Tsukishima Kei

I think the first time Tsukishima found out you had an eating disorder he was silent for about a couple seconds. It’s not because he’s angry at you, he just needs to process it, and he needs to figure out what to say. He knows sometimes he can be harsh and he knows right now you don’t need that.

He’ll make sure to wrap you in his arms and tell you, “Hey, it's ok. It’s ok. We- we can get through this. I’m gonna be here to help every step of the way. I’m sorry if I ever made any comments that make you feel a type of way. I love you ok and I’m here.”

He’d apologise because he didn’t know if he’d ever said anything to affect you. He’d be more careful with his words from then on because you mean the world to him and he truly wanted to help you get through this.

Tsukishima definitely did some research that night when you went to sleep. He wanted to be sure about what he could do to help and that he wasn’t mixing up his information.

He’d make food for both of you and eat the same things you were eating, to ensure you didn’t feel any type of way about it and you wouldn’t be eating alone. Kei isn’t a five-star chef but he’ll look up recipes and listen to the prep on his headphones while he cooks.

If you wanted to work out, he would totally take you with him to gym or practice, sometimes he’ll take you on his morning run if you’re not too tired.

Tsukishima would pay your fees without you knowing to help out. Like you’d go to pay and they’d tell you they were already covered. He doesn’t want you to argue with him about this especially because he just wants to help. He didn’t know how to bring it up to you so he kind of just opted for doing it this way.

I think when he takes a break at lunch he’ll call to eat with you over a video call. Yamaguchi helped him come up with the idea.

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“Hey shortcake, I’m sorry I’m late for lunch. Practice ran a bit late. How you doin’? Hmmm” he said through the phone as he wiped the sweat off his forehead and removed his glasses. “I got a bit hungry but ummm. I was going to start but I wanted to wait for you. I’m sorry,” you apologised looking down at the food in front of you. “You … know… you could have eaten without me. I wouldn’t mind,” he gulped his water and glanced at the screen to see your saddened expression, “Hey, I’m not mad at you. I like eating with you ok. Though if you are hungry you should eat because you could get stomach pain, ok. But I am proud you got your food and you’re ready to eat.” Both of you proceeded to eat lunch but Kei spent most of his time smiling at you as you ate. Every time you’d look up he’d look down at his food never want to let you see the way he looked at you. When he came home he made sure to talk about his day over dinner and ask you what you’d like for breakfast tomorrow.

Kozume Kenma

Kenma is pretty straightforward sometimes and he doesn’t change that when approaching the situation. He’ll tell you, “Hey kitty come here, I need you to remember that is normal, ok. You are more than your eating disorder and all that matters now is that you’re recovering. I’m gonna help you, I know it’s not the same but maybe you can remind me to eat too hmm? We can eat together.”

When Kenma’s in his game room and you’re with him he’ll make sure to keep some snacks that you like around, he’ll also make sure to keep some healthier things on hand if you’re really worried about it.

He’ll be more observant of your eating habits and try to improve them. He’s always keeping an eye on you to make sure you’re all right, even if it doesn’t seem like it.

When he finds patterns in your habits he’ll find times within the day to ask if you’d like a snack or something to drink.

Every breakfast, lunch, and dinner time he has a reminder on his phone to eat.

When the time comes he’ll make home-cooked meals with you and eat together. This way he knows that he’s encouraging you and that you know he is trying too.

When he’s on stream and lunch or dinner time happens to creep up on him he’ll apologise and tell his viewer he’ll be right back because he knows that it’s important that you stick to a routine so that you don’t disrupt your progress. However, if you happen to be hungry earlier he will not hesitate to leave then either.

Kenma has no problem playing your fees but he knows this is your process so he will ask first before he does anything. If you want to take turns he’ll gladly do it with you.

Sometimes you guys will play rock, paper, scissors, or play Mario Cart to see who gets to choose what’s to eat or who gets to cook. He however doesn’t make it any problem if you prefer something else or want him to cook.

If you’re ok with him telling his viewers and you explain to them the situation he’ll let you. He wants them to be educated but he thinks it’d be nice for you to have the extra support and get some pent-up thoughts or emotions off your chest.

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“Guys gimme a second,” Kenma mutes his mic and turns to where you sat on the bed. “What is it KenKen?” you ask, a confused look washing across your features. “I just wanted to know if you’re hungry baby. Any snacks? Water?” he asks. You think about it for a second, “Maybe a little bit, but we can wait till dinner. It’s not far,” you wave your hands in front of you not wanting to disturb his stream. “Thank you for telling me but I’m a little hungry though. Plus if we get started now it’ll be ready for dinner time and maybe after you can game with me on the stream,” he takes off his game and takes your hand, and walks to the kitchen. “Let’s cook together today. I’m proud you did good today, keep taking it a step at a time,” he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses the top of your head.

Akaashi Keiji

Akaashi I very calm about the whole thing, he’ll sit you down and talk about it in detail if you want to share with him. If you can’t he’ll simply hug you, “Hey, I’m really proud you told me and that you’re working through this. I’m going to be here along the way to help but I believe in you darling. You are so strong and I know you can.”

He’s a pretty organised person so maybe he’ll help you make a meal plan for the week, snacks and all.

Keiji will talk about your day every time he comes home and asks if you’ve eaten well. Even though, he’s called you at breakfast and lunch already to check up on you.

I think Akaashi surprises you with a bento and a tumbler cup, that he’s drawn characters from your favourite manga/anime on.

Sometimes when he comes home from work he’ll surprise you with dinner from your favorite place for doing well all week.

He never forces you but he does encourage you because he does want to see you grow and improve, but he will let you take that at your own pace.

He is always researching and checking to learn new things every day. He’ll make sure he knows what you need and always offers words of appreciation and express how proud he is of you.

I think he’ll work out payment plan with you and will subtly bring up splitting the cost with you, if you’re open to it. He just wants to ease your stress and he hopes he can help.

Whenever you need to talk he’ll drop everything and be there for you. Akaashi is always going to be your number one supporter and if you want to keep it under wraps for the time he will support your decision but always make sure to keep you motivated and reassured.

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“Good Evening darling, let’s go on the couch,” he’ll sit and pat the seat next to him. When you sit he’ll pull you close and peck your cheek. “So was today good? Did you follow the plan? But most importantly how do you feel?” he’ll ask giving you a warm smile as he strokes your hair. When you tell him about your day, he listens to everything you have to say and if there were any hiccups in the plan he assures you it’s alright. He knows that it isn’t going to be easy, so he encourages you to make tomorrow better and that he’s proud of you for doing your best today. “I heard you paid in advance this month and well I already put mine in for next month so we’re set. So how about we relax, we can watch a show and if you have anything else to tell me you can. But when you’re ready ok darling,” he’d say before grabbing the remote.

Again I'm really sorry if I did this wrongly but remember my inbox is always open if you want to shoot me a message.

[rainbowsans]

Can you tell us more about the university au? and the napstatons?

I’d love to!!

atm the basic premise of my university au is just a semi mordern setting with some of the au UT characters in a college university setting. There really isn’t a main plot on the au since there’s so many characters with their own stories and drama unfolds in each of them hahaha!

my sona is an art major! he’s close friends with some other students (aka: my friends sonas), sir, napsta, n, paps, junior, rus and ink! he’s unmotivated in school and honestly would rather sleep in, but he’s determined to get a degree in art!

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Now for the napstatons here’s one info about them in this au! Just an FYI they’re close family/triplets!

Napsta (swap): He’s the middle child of the 3 napstatons! Napsta constantly has his headphones on 24/7 to avoid conversations with strangers because he’s super anxious, but on a surface is really loud and carefree. People think that he’s just mainly in college because he likes to party a lot….which he does, but most of the time Napsta likes to attend to these parties to be the main DJ and test out his own music to see if the crowd likes it and such. He’s extremely shy and awkward and fakes it till he makes it B^) but overall he enjoys music and wishes to be a professional DJ someday, the napstatons are also extremely loaded 💵 Napsta has a sports scholarship but mainly uses it for his music major.

N (fellswap): N is the youngest of the 3 napstatons, hes also a music major but more or so focused on performance! He’s currently in a band that plays sometimes in campus or at some parties! He’s an extremely talented singer and most fawn over him because of his “bad boy” attitude and such so you could say N is sort of a popular guy on campus! But despite all the attention he gets, he’s actually not as cool as people make him out to be. Though rock and alt rock is what he plays, N also loves to play acoustic! But only when no one is watching because during those moments he’s purring his heart and soul into the music with some personal songs he wrote. Singing and playing music helps him relax and vent out things he can’t really say. He lacks communication and isn’t forward on how he truly feels because he cares more about what other people view and think of him due to lack of confidence and self worth. It didn’t help that he was expected to be as good as his brothers and to make something of himself when they’re older…

Nast (swapfell): Nast is the oldest of the 3 napstatons, and by far the weakest. To start, Nast is permanently blind; and has visible scars on his face, arms and body….ever since he was younger he was physically the weakest out of the triplets due to a lot of health issues, he was also abused and beaten a lot growing up which caused a lot of scars from him. Music was the only thing that comforted Nast during dark times, it took him years to memorize some instruments due to his blindness but he impressed everyone he knew when he shared what instruments he can play, which would be a lot but his favorite instrument would be the bass guitar and the electric guitar. Nast is also a music major but mainly focused on music composition! By his side, he is accompanied by his service pit bull dog named Razor! the two are practically inseparable. Nast also covers up his face with some masks to hide some parts of the huge scar he has on his face, he is deeply insecure about his appearance and considers himself repulsive. Nast is also extremely quiet, and some people can’t seem to read what he’s feeling or thinking due to his lack of communication, the mask that covers his mouth and his glasses….he truly is a mystery. Nast is a grump, which is why Napsta loves to playfully mess with him! ALSO!!! Nast would spend so much time alone with his music that he would forget to eat and do self care stuff that his body shuts down and gets sick when he doesn’t take care of himself!

[oceanblueeyesoul]

hello i was wondering if i could have a wednesday matchup? ;)

my name is karina but i like kari, my pronouns are she/her and i’m straight.

physical appearance: i’m really short like 1,50cm idk how that is in feet, i have wavy brown long hair and brown eyes. i’m not athletic but i used to be so i’m slim but i have a small waist. i also use glasses.

personality: im an isfj and a pisces. i think i’m mostly shy in front of new people (unless i’m with my friends), and it’s not my strong to make friends but when i do i really can’t stop talking. i’m not confident but yk fake it till we make it 😼, my usual flirting technique is being mean to the person i like but in a good way yk.

hobbies: im not a sports person but i’m pretty good at tennis and is my favorite sport, i love photography and it’s what i do most, cause of my mom my favorite subjects are history and math, i like reading a lot and i cannot live without music, like i need my headphones on 24hs. i’m not a native english speaker so i’m sorry if i write something wrong :( but i think that’s all:D

Hi there, Kari! I really hope you like this a lot!

Wednesday (Netflix) Matchup

Your Wednesday (Netflix) soulmate is...

AJAX PETROPOLUS!

He would definitely try to learn how to play tennis so that he can play the tennis games with you and he won't mind the little competition between the tennis players.

He would love your photography skills because he thought that your pictures were beautiful like you.

He would listen to music with you and might end up dancing with you on your dorm room.

INTP x ISFJ lovebirds!

Scorpio x Pisces soulmates!

[mayrubyy]

Clouded III

➻ Pairing- Chanyeol x Reader  ➻ Genre - Angst + Fwb! 

➻ Word Count - 3.7k  

➻ Rating - (M) Warning! this contains strong language, fwb, sexual and angst themes that are intended for mature audiences. Please don’t read if you’re not comfortable with the said themes and if you’re under 18! 

A/N - hey guys, so.. it is time to say goodbye and i was always full of hope and love for this series. sadly, it won’t see the light of day like i hoped for but in all it’s unfinished, glory, i present to you ~ Chapter III of Clouded.

This is my last post. So, farewell. 

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.  ･ ｡ × fragments=͟͟͞͞evanescent-lucid͟͟-transcending × ｡･ .  

Wayfaring aimlessly, you were drenched from head to toe and your senses were heavily distorted. The icy pellets of rain were unrelenting, not gentle in the slightest as they slapped against your skin. Streaks of lightning pierced through the forlorn sky in iridescent veins of electric and purple.The wind kept howling around you, the violent rainstorm having no mercy as it obscured your vision. Cars were zooming by at full speed, splashing puddles on to the pavement in their wake and when thunder roared above you, it sparked some kind of urgency in you as if the universe was telling you to take that one step forward, one step closer to starting a new chapter of your life– only you couldn't fathom that by doing so you were inviting trouble. 

All you could think of was Chanyeol and you found yourself knocking at his door, in the dead of the night.

Moreover, being completely soaked to the bone and nearly shivering to death wasn't fun. A mild wave of panic coursed through your body when you realized he wasn't answering the door. You rang the bell a few more times, begging, hoping and praying he was home. 

But, it was all drearily for nothing. 

Just when you were about to give up, you heard him shuffle. His footsteps thundered across the hallway and with a hasty turn of the knob, the door was ineptly flung open. The light fixtures in the foyer did little to illuminate his features, flickering about as they swathed his tall form in subtle hues of orange and gold. Chanyeol stood before you like a tower, silhouetting the buttery glow of his apartment and for a fleeting second, you couldn't decipher anything. Your mind was swirling in a heart stopping haze, his cologne dominating your senses as you stood there, wavering under his gaze. He rubbed his own bleary eyes, looking dazed and spaced out in the soft light, hair a complete mess, perhaps from wearing headphones. His breathing was erratic, chest tight against his shirt as it rose and fell, elucidating he had dashed all the way to get the door. To get to you. 

"Y/N?" He faltered, gaping at you with furrowed brows. "Wh-what are you doing here?" He asked you, dipping slightly to look at the expensive watch that adorned his wrist. "It's like one in the morning," ruffling the crimson locks away from his face, he tilted his head to the side like a lost pup and an awkward wave of silence crept between you two. The frigid air was stinging and your damp shirt was unpleasantly clinging to your body, the dewiness itching and nibbling away at your skin. Quivering in your bones, you wrapped your soaked arms around yourself and stuttered through chattering teeth. 

"Ch-Chanyeol… I'm c-cold."

"Fuck– my bad." He shuffled from one feet to the other before cautiously leaning towards you. "Here, let me–," then carefully draping his arm over your shoulder, he lead you inside, the warmth of his body effectively engulfing you as he did. The minute you set foot in his apartment, you were taken aback by how huge and spacious it was. And oddly enough, it was welcoming and cozy– just like him. 

It wasn't an ordinary apartment at all. It was rather luxurious for an undergrad and you could say you were mildly shook. You caught a whiff of coffee coming from his kitchen and some beats blaring through the headphones that sat tacitly on the counter. He was after all, much to your relief at home and completely immersed in music. That's why he couldn't hear you ring the bell or knock the door. He clumsily hooked his leg around the scaffold of the stool and dragged it closer to the island. Gently squeezing your shoulder, he ushered you to sit and after you quietly perched yourself down on the stool you looked up at him. His gorgeous pair of eyes sparkled as they met yours and deep in your heart, you felt relieved for having someone like him to rely on. A shoulder you could lean and cry on. 

"You, alright?" he asked you, concern swirling in his dark orbs. You kept your head low and nodded while he paced towards the coffee-maker and quickly grabbed a mug from the cupboard. He poured the hot liquid into it and scampered back to you. "You might want to have some. It'll help you warm up." He mumbled, voice deep and soothing to your ears. His fingers brushed softly against yours as you took the mug from him. "You probably need a warm bath too. I'll be right back." And with that he hurried away again, disappearing into the bedroom this time. He seemed anxious and quite restless like he didn't want to linger around you. 

You began to fret you were bothering him for turning up unannounced and so out of the blue like this. For a good moment you were contemplating whether to leave again. The door was right there, maybe you should...but your limbs had failed you. Your joints were beginning to ache and there was a sharp pain seeping through your nerves from the cold. Feeling defeated and worn out, you winced as you brought the rim of the mug to your lips and sipped quietly. The warmth from the coffee slowly began spreading down your throat and into your empty belly.

Your eyes flickered around the apartment as you placed the mug back down on the counter. A huge shelf made of glass had intrigued you. It was filled with action figures, a collection of sorts, of Chanyeol's favorite manga and anime characters. There was a record player sitting by the same shelf which had a robust and vintage feel to it. And, a glass door beside it leading further into something that looked like a mini studio, with guitars racked neatly in a corner and some dreamcatchers celestially hooked to the wall above them. The other end was adorned with the One Piece flag hanging on the wall which confirmed his addiction to all things Japanese. It was adorable. You squinted through the glass door again and found a desktop– an iMac sitting right in between the space with acoustic diffusers surrounding it. You could tell Chanyeol was very passionate about music. You had once heard him play the guitar at a local club on a weekend but you didn't know he had a whole studio in his exquisite apartment like this. 

Your bestfriend Kyungsoo had told you that Chanyeol was from an affluent family. He was in the Basketball team along with your boyfriend Taehyung. Highly competitive and charming to a fault, musically talented and really tall, kinda clumsy with a goofy grin and big fluffy ears– that was all you really knew about him. 

It was at a party after a match that Baekhyun had introduced you to each other. And, all you could vaguely remember was playing beer pong and getting drunk out of your mind. Taehyung had abandoned you in the middle of the party and the next day, you found yourself waking up on top of Chanyeol. It sure as hell was fucking awkward, you recall. Although, he had chuckled nonchalantly and assured you that you were just woozy and beyond sloshed. That you held him tightly and wouldn't let him go till you were out cold and passed out on the couch. Chanyeol went as far as calling you cute that day and you felt your face go embarrassingly crimson and returned him with a sharp punch to his gut, making him groan frantically. He did put up a dramatic show that day because he loved attention and took much pride in teasing you. 

Quickly enough, your little encounters with him followed. You ran into each other at the games a lot. More mini trips to 7-Eleven at the campus, talking about music and other things that amused you and you came to realize that you both had a lot in common. You were beginning to grow fond of his company everytime Taehyung left you hanging. And whenever you'd get anxious you'd end up texting Chanyeol asking if Tae was at the game. 

Chanyeol would facetime you and tell you that guys like to go into their little caves from time to time. That it wasn't anything you should be worrying about. Although, to your shocking revelation, it was far from an ordinary man cave. Your world turned upside down after Chanyeol ran into your boyfriend making out with one of the cheerleaders in the locker room. 

He kept it from you for two weeks before fidgeting and stuttering, then finally spilled everything out and suggested you moved on from Taehyung. That it was for the best. At first you thought it was some kind of a pathetic joke but turns out, it wasn't. 

You'd never felt so broken and so ditched. You felt ridiculed and helpless. Taehyung never really cared to bring the matter up. And when you asked him if he was seeing anyone, he simply told you not to be ridiculous, persuading you to drop it with all things romantic and velvety later on. You were starting to feel sick of his behavior. Of course it was you who was being delusional and not him shoving his tongue down someone else's throat. It must have been so easy for him, right? 

As the weeks flew by, your mind hopelessly drifted back to how your boyfriend would rather spend the weekend with some chic who'd had sugar, spice and everything nice and honestly, it wasn't fun or healthy for you to fret over him anymore. It made you dizzy, made you want to throw up. He was cold blood lying through his teeth. He was cheating on you and you'd had just about enough. 

Barely hours ago, you'd stormed out of Taehyung's apartment after having a nerve wracking argument with him. Completely blinded by rage you wandered forcefully in the streets until it had started raining violently. And then it dreadfully occurred to you that you had absolutely nowhere to go. Kyungsoo wasn't in town and the last person to cross your mind was Chanyeol. His apartment was around the corner and of all the people, you never really fathomed you'd end up knocking at his door all doused and a drenched mess like this but here you were.  

You balled your fists and sniffled quietly, trying to stop the tears that were welling at the corner of your weary eyes. Chanyeol was still nowhere in sight while the beats continued blaring from his headphones from the other end. You wiped a lone tear that had trickled down your right cheek and returned your attention to the white foam swirling delicately in your mug, trails of steam dancing above it. 

"Y/N?"

You heard Chanyeol's voice echo from within the room. You quickly placed your elbows on the counter and ducked your head to conceal your tears away from him. 

"The bath is ready. You'll find the clothes on the dresser. And, I– uhm, I have some bath bombs. If you wanna use them. Go ahead." Chanyeol reappeared scratching the back of his head, his lips had curved into a daffy smile. 

"You have a...g-girlfriend?" It wasn't that you were curious but you knew you shouldn't have blurted that out so mindlessly. It was obvious. It was so goddamn obvious. He's a young adult, a drop dead gorgeous one for fuck's sake. He plays basketball and guitars, has got a whole studio of his own and must have plenty of girls over. You couldn't have been more nuts to ask him that? You mentally shrug and cuss at yourself. 

"What?" Chanyeol looked at you as if you were delirious. "Uhhh, no? I don't." He mumbled, a huge pout adorning his lips. "I'm not.. really.. in a good headspace for love." He crossed his arms and leaned against the door. "Also, love is fucking illusive, you know?" 

Illusive? Is that even a word? You both eyed each other intently and the more you looked at him the more you were mystified by his words. You bit your lip quietly and urged him to continue, "tell me more."

"How about you get out of those clothes first." Chanyeol's voice was barely a whisper. He then furrowed his brows but his expression quickly morphed into an awkward one like he was ready to pull his hair out. "I mean, you must be cold –not that– I– fuck–.." 

Another wave of awkward silence crept between you two and he began pulling at his hair frantically. "That sounded awful.." He stomped about cursing and letting a string of fucks slip out of his tongue again. He then collapsed to the floor and hid his face dramatically in his hands. You couldn't help but chuckle at his actions and wheezed loudly enough for him to peek from between his fingers to look back at you. He slowly loosened up and smiled quietly to himself. "I'm serious." He walked towards you and sat himself on the stool, "don't want you falling sick, babe." 

Chanyeol looked at you adoringly, the apples of his cheeks were glistening, still blushing pink. "You done with that?" he pointed at the mug. You took one last sip and nodded, never taking your eyes off him. "I am." You pushed the mug towards him and his fingers found their way around the porcelain again, brushing softly against yours like they did the first time. You mouthed a soft 'thank you'. He darted his tongue out to wet his lips while you continued gazing back at him, mesmerized by his pink fluffy ears. A hearty smile fluttered on his lips as well as yours. He wrapped his long fingers snugly around yours and whispered back to you, fondness gleaming in his eyes. 

"Don't worry about it, baby."

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The lump in your throat was gnawing its way slowly down to your chest as you helped yourself out of your damp clothes. Your head was starting to spin again when you finally caught a glimpse of your disheveled state in the mirror. You mocked yourself cynically and wondered why Chanyeol wasn't mortified, hadn't gasped and shut the door back in your face. You looked ghastly but he was being far too sweet with you. He was gentle as ever, taking your icy hands that had gone numb into his huge ones, rubbing them together to get them warm and whispering sweetly and huskily that it was alright, that you were safe in his hands now. 

The more you looked at yourself the more you felt exasperated like you were wallowing away in wades of self pity. Your eyeliner was smudged around your dreary eyes as though someone had beaten the living crap out of you. And, being alone by yourself again only allowed the bitterness to creep back into your heart.

'Love is illusive' Chanyeol had accented and you couldn't help but dwell on the thought as you ensconced yourself into the steaming tub, allowing the lush scent of lavender to cloud your senses. The water soaked and engulfed you in a lukewarm trance, washing away the remnants of the rainstorm that had pierced your fragile skin not merely an hour ago. 

"Love's like a game– a game you just can't win." 

Chanyeol's words echoed in the back of your mind. He kept citing whilst showing you the way to the bathroom. He can't just be saying that to make you feel better would he? He looked pretty suave and confident saying he didn't have time for romance but then again with a charming aura like that he could get any girl at any shack. It would be his call. You had no hint or clue about his past flings although he'd grown to be so close to you. However, somewhere deep in the pits of your broken heart, you felt like you've known him for years even though you'd only started talking to him merely months ago. 

As much as you wanted to drown your thoughts into the night in the tub, you couldn't keep him waiting. If it wasn't embarrassing enough he'd heard your stomach growl to which he had softly grazed your cheek with his thumb and asked you to hurry up, rasping away that he'd cook you something. You were in fact enthusiastic about wanting to give him credence for his witty nuances about love and join him back in the kitchen. If you were a damsel in distress– Chanyeol was your knight in shining armor. You chuckled at the thought and huffed away, blowing and lifting some of the delicate foamy bubbles that were settled on your knees. 

Perhaps, it really was time to turn the page to a new chapter in your life. "Fuck you, Tae." You spat bitterly, soapy suds slithering down your dewy, glistening body as you rose to your feet, planting them firmly on the ceramic underneath. "Fuck everything." You crouched again and pulled the stopper out, watching what was left of the effervescent mixture of lavender whirl about and get sucked into the drain, taking along with it parts of you that you no longer wished to carry the burden of. 

You felt like you deserve the chance to clear yourself of this mess and you were willing to explore what the universe had to offer you now. If it had so spurred you into risking hypothermia enough to end up at someone's door who could in fact be your saving grace. Someone who believes that love is all but a load of bullshit, then maybe Park Chanyeol might actually be the one for you. And, you could definitely rely on him to help you piece your broken heart together without having to worry about the perpetual matters of love. You wanted to step into the light, without having to look back again. 

And you were glad you could seek the light past love and its hazy horizon for once.

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A hoard of concerns were lurking before you. With all your clothes soaked and dirty now, including your garments, you stood in front of the dresser, scratching your head in confusion. 

Huffing away, you put Chanyeol's t-shirt on which had engulfed you completely, all the way down to your knees. The most frustrating part however, were the shorts he picked for you. They didn't sit at your hips at all and had drooped down your legs the minute you put them on, instantly piling at your feet. 'How the fuck am I supposed to secure this?' You fretted, shrugging as you picked them back up. 

You tried again but failed miserably. It would be fucking awkward walking back into the kitchen, dressed only in his shirt. You had absolutely nothing on underneath. Fuck. It's not like you were going to touch him or anything. You can manage this and maybe he won't notice, right? It was your last resort and you quickly had to make your mind up. Out of nowhere you heard your stomach growl again. It was either do or die now. You had to decide. 'I'll keep my distance from him and he won't bat an eye' were the words you chanted to yourself before leaving the bedroom. 

As you walked back into the living room, your ears were invited by the soft music playing from the record player, the one that was by the glass shelf. You stopped by the dining table facing Chanyeol's back who was busy in the kitchen. The aroma of pancakes whiffed through the air and the atmosphere was perfectly cozy. Although, you didn't dare move from the table and decided to keep yourself away and at a distance. Then Chanyeol turned around and his eyes flew wide open in surprise. 

"What the fu– ...you startled me." He yelped, placing the pan back on the stove and clutching at his heart. "I thought I already had you stricken with horror when you first opened the door," you snorted, "I looked horrendous, didn't I?" Chanyeol simply shook his head in denial and retorted with a playful smirk. "You looked quite hot. I'm not gonna lie."

"Shut up, Chanyeol." You felt your face flushing an awful shade of pink at his remarks. "It's the truth, babe." He quipped, whirling about and chuckling away as he returned his attention towards cooking the pancakes again. "Come here, you need to eat!" he called out and your limbs immediately went limp. 

"Um, can you place it on the counter for me?" you purred, requesting him in your humblest tone. "I'm..kinda.. in a fix here." Your voice wavered and when Chanyeol turned around to look at you again, he grinned sheepishly. "What's wrong?" he asked you as if he had no clue what you were going on about.

"It's an embarrassing...outfit situation." You cleared your throat and Chanyeol quickly mouthed an 'oh'. "It doesn't sound like much of a problem to me." He rasped, dripping maple syrup on pancakes. "Your belly needs some food and that's more important." He then brought the plate with the freshly made pancakes and placed it on the counter and ushered you warmly to join him at the island. His voice suddenly grew a little stern. "Come on now before it gets cold." His sudden strictness made you chuckle. He possibly can't get more adorable than this, can he?

"Fine." You faltered in your steps and met him at the island. Thankfully, the structure blocked a good amount of distance between you two. When you settled down on the stool, he handed you the fork and you started taking measly bites out of the plate. Chanyeol watched you intently, his arms were propped up against the counter, hands cupped around his face as he gaped at you in awe. "Stop looking at me like that. You're making me nervous." You mumbled in between bites. He gave you a squinty eyed grin before snatching the fork away from your hands and making you gasp. 

"Geez baby, you're supposed to wolf it down." He cut through the pancake haphazardly and jabbed at a huge chunk, "like this." He then shoved the massive bite into your mouth and a muffled moan left your lips as you swallowed it down. "This will fill you up." He then glanced  at your lips coated with the sweet syrup hazily and mumbled huskily in his deep voice. "God, I could fill you up."

Of course you were going to choke upon hearing what he had just said. You wheezed frantically and couldn't pluck enough courage to look him in the eye anymore. Your heart thundered in your chest as you squirmed and scooted anxiously away from him, a faint blush spreading over your cheeks. You could tell he was violently biting down on his bottom lip, shutting his own eyes close, as tightly as he could. 

You both were awfully quiet again. Too embarrassed to take the conversation any further. But then Chanyeol interjects, breaking the awkwardness, "I didn't mean to…" 

 "D-don't.. worry about it," you bite on your own lip and jab at your pancake with your fork. He looks at you cryptically, "are you sure?" 

You nod your head and lick your lips and when you do, something triggers Chanyeol and he quickly gets off his stool and much to your relief walks back to the stove with an excuse to make you more pancakes. You try to gobble the rest of the pancake as quickly as you can while trying your best not to dither about what had just happened. As soon as you're done, you pick your plate up and scamper towards the sink but Chanyeol blocks you. "Woah, hold up. You're not done eating until I say so." He looms over you and his voice is yet again, stern and you push him away and boy you wish you didn't. 

The second your palm came in contact with his abs  through the fabric you knew you fucked up. You could feel the ridges and he was so perfectly packed and built. The girls at uni, they were right. Park Chanyeol was irresistible and you were only inches away from him.

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A/N ~ 

this is it guys. it’s broken and full of errors lol. i lost the doc that had everything written beyond this.  i had wiped my drive for work last year and other reasons. anyway,  i’m happy you made it this far with me in this clouded journey. if you wish to find out what happens after, feel free to ping me i’ll sum it up for you, sweet & short, only if you really wish to find out how these two end up haha. but yeah. this is it. i haven’t got anything else to say. so yeah, stay safe and most importantly, be happy. love y’all. <3

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[saksukei]

minghao college au

other college aus: jun wonwoo mingyu

sculpture major minghao, who has an impeccable dressing sense, with paint on his hands and apron, those round glasses of his, he surely is eye candy

his minor is business and he's not that into sports but he's part of the photography club and the community service club

you're also a sculpture major minoring in language arts while being part of the hockey team and you have no time for other clubs bec you're also working side jobs as well

and minghao is your classmate

except? he gets like super good at whatever he does and he barely engages with anyone?

he's super calm and collected all the time and he always has his headphones on to ignore everyone lol

but like,,,,,, you can tell god has favorites and xu minghao was one of them because he's really pretty?? like especially when he's focused and how his black hair falls on face, how pretty his hands are and his eyelashes IM GOING FERAL

and you won't deny that you do have a lil crush on him cause I mean,,,,, you sit behind him

but you're sure nothing will happen because A) it's xu minghao B) he's out of your league by a long shot

and you're okay with that

cause I mean, it's just some stupid crush and it'll go away when you'll get out of college

Your teacher offered you a spot for some sculpture workshop because you were a good student

and he said you'd be going with another student as well

aND DING DING DING

yep it's minghao

YOU WERE FREAKING OUT

but like? your first day at the workshop and you're sitting next to minghao but he keeps on ignoring you??

and you're just like,,,,,,, um? pls? stop?

even during the lunch break, he ignored your offer to get tea together and just carried on with sketching

and you were kinda heart broken and the only thing you were thinking was does he hate you or something? what'd you do wrong? were you that annoying?

and so you carried on your day,,, your thoughts always going to minghao

and then,,,,, the next day

you didn't even bother trying to talk to him and once the session ended and you got outside, it was raining cats and dogs

your dumbass had even forgottten an umbrella

so you just stood there, not knowing what to do

and to even make a run for it

but before you took another step, into the pouring rain,,, you felt an umbrella over your head

you turned to see minghao,, holding the umbrella over your head, “you should always check the weather before you leave, you know?”

“right,,,, thanks– um? are you going to go to the bus stop?” you asked

“didn't you check the news?”

“what news?”

“all the buses will be closed today because the rain is expected to get worse,,,,” he told you

“oh crap–” you groaned.

“if you'd like ,,,,, my apartment is close by, you can stay there till the rain stops,” he suggested.

omg wtf xu minghao offered to let you stay at HIS APARTMENT EYE

“i wouldn't want to put you in an uncomfortable position,” you admitted

“and I wouldn't want to leave you alone here because it's not safe– besides if you were making me uncomfortable,,, I wouldn't have offered.”

“right.”

“follow me” he instructed,, holding the umbrella that was a bit too small for the both of you, considering you kept bumping into minghao every now and then

eventually you reached his apartment,,, that was honestly exactly how you'd expected it to be

the color palette of his apartment was maroon, grey and white,, with big paintings,,, it was a two bedroom apartment with a small kitchen and it looked brilliant

“feel free to roam around and uh,,, would you like some tea?” he asked and you nodded

why was he being so nice today?? wasn't he ignoring you just a day ago?? and why did he invite you over anyway because you were sure your crush on him was obvious

“here,” he handed you a cup of tea,,, sitting down on the chair in front of you

“thanks minghao.”

“uh,,, have you thought about your year end sculpture? What you're going to do for it?” he questioned,,,

“no not really,,, besides I haven't even found a model yet.”

“if you want one,,, then mingyu can be your model.”

“mingyu,,, isn't he that volleyball player?”

“yeah,,, but you'll have to keep him away from your things,, he's pretty clumsy and he'll knock down your sculpture,” minghao chuckled.

“i’m guessing you were a victim to his clumsiness.”

“too many times.”

“how is hockey?” he gave you a weak smile,,, trying to end the awkward silence

“its okay.”

after sipping your tea,,, and you don't know how you suddenly gained the courage but you wanted to ask him about why he ignored you that day

“minghao can I ask you something?” you looked at him,,, nervously

“yeah”

“why did you ignore me the other day?”

“what day?” he looked at you,, confused

“day before yesterday,,, when I asked if you wanted to go get tea with me” you reminded him

“but,,,, I didn't hear you asking me?”

and now the both of you were confused because you remember saying it loud enough for him to hear

till minghao suddenly came to the realization and laughed out loud,,,

“why are you laughing?” you asked,,, your eyebrows knitted together in confusion

“day before yesterday,,,, I didn't take my headphones off the entire time,” he told you, trying to hold back his laughter

and you were so embarrassed,,, you were turning red and minghao was having the time of his life

HOW COULD YOU NOT SEE HIS HEADPHONES????

“oh my God I'm so stupid......” you muttered

“you are,,, because trust me when I say,,, I wouldn't say no to going out with you,” he chuckled

THERE IS NO WAY HE JUST SAID THAT OMG

you were like (╯°□°)╯but you managed to keep yourself calm

“is that an offer, xu minghao?” you teased him,,,

“it is if you're going to take me up on it,” he answered,,, before a grin broke out on his face

“i just might.” you chuckled

“fine so where do you want to go?” he asked

“some place with tea,” you answered

“and maybe with an eye store nearby,,,,” he started laughing again and you were so red

[geeksauruse]

Hello. Can I request a BNHA match up for me please ?

My name is Gabriela, I'm 16 years old girl from Slovakia 🇸🇰, Libra, I'm 6'8 ( 185 cm) and my birthday is on October 4. My HP faculty is Ravenclaw. I'm an only child.

I am half Russian and half Slovak. These languages are my native languages and I have a Russian accent since childhood. To others, my accent is adorable, huuge turn on or very attractive.

I have brown-green eyes, dirty blonde hair to my shoulders, I'm tall and slim and I have cute little freckles all across my cheeks and nose. I wear black glasses cause I'm short-sighted. Yep, I'm a nerd 🤓

My personality type is ENFP. I'm introvert, shy, quiet, very artsy and reserved, I blusb so easily and I am very passionate about things I love. I'm honest, badass, hotheaded and very sassy. I curse a lot. Oh Well.

My hobbies are : drawing, reading, pet my cats, studying, working out, playing basketball, singing, dancing, playing on my guitar and piano and knitting.

I love libraries and cafe places.

I draw every day. It's my biggest passion. I love when my guy best friend will come over and we just dance and have fun. He is one of the people that can bring me from my shell.

When you see me for the first time, only one single thought will come through your head : art hoe. Yep, that's me. You always see me with a oencil in my head and with ideas and my sketch book or just reading my fav books.

I'm a couch potato. I have a little couch in my bedroom.

My style: I love to wear Dark clothes, chokers. I wear a lot of rings but my fav and precious one is from my mom : a single heart. So cute 🥺🥺❤️. I wear it always. 24/7. I love to wear my hair up in a bun on top of my head with my headband.

I love to sing in night clubs. I play basketball and ping Pong

I'm allergic to strawberries and sunlight. I can go out during the day but I need to be in shadow. It's not a fun, especially when my head will start to spin. But I can manage just for school. I love rainy days. I have white skin and fangs. People are calling me freak. Damn.

I love to listen to music while I'm in a bus, on my way to school. I have my headphones always with me. Sometimes I sketch while I am in bus, but I prefer to watch through window and chill. It helps me to clear my thoughts.

I am a huuge coffee addict. My fav is cappuccino; a classic one, hazelnut, chocolate and vanilla. Love it!!

My fav song is Confident by Demi Lovato. I listen to pop, rock, rap, rock and roll and Russian music.

I'm at Hotel Academy High school. My grades are high, I may not be a popular one bit be a friend with me and you will surely graduate. Maybe I'm not the life of the party, can't rock on the dance floor till I'm out but I will make everything to make you feel welcome and accepted. I suck at math tho. My fav subjects are food Science, English and cooking class.

I love to cook and bake. It's fun!

I have lots of breakdows tho. It's okay.

That's All. Thank you so much for doing this for me. I'm really grateful for that. See ya ❤️. Have a good day or night!!

i am in between Mina and bakugou

but i chose bakugou for you!

Like most people he did not like you, at all at first

Since to him everyone is an extra bellow him

And then one day after a training session he saw you in a park sketching a lovely photo of scenery, almost exactly like the one in front of you.

 He couldn't help himself but to sit down right next to you and no matter your protest and blushing face sat next to you, avoiding your comebacks with a simple “keep drawing.”

As cool as your art skills were, he was far more impressed after seeing you were a vampire  and seeing the power it left you in during training. 

For someone so introverted and shy you did fight well against mina.

One day he heard your training playlist and he found himself humming along to it.

Because he liked the same one too, and it was he favorit.

When moving into the dorms and touring them, he got a whiff of that chocolate peanut butter cake you were baking and man was using all his self restraint not to beg for some.

Cause it smelled really good

Like REALLY good 

Dude was salivating, he felt like he had never ate cake before

He lost all control and stormed up to you with a glare, not looking you in the eye,and asked for a piece.

He liked you more after you let him eat the rest of it(dude fucking demolished that thing im not kidding)

Sooner or later, you started to hang out with the brute

And turns out, he's less of a brute and kinda a softy

But little did you know it was only for you did he act this way

 Only you gotta eat half his lunch, or talk about feelings, or how he wanted to be the best of the best

And he loved to talk to you about all your likes! 

art , movies, anything 

He liked it when you stand up for yourself, your one hundred present the biggest badass there(aside from him because that's how he works)

A relationship with this man would include an ungodly amount of making out and even worse he loves to give you cuddles often:)

This man will treat your RIGHT

Flowers on dates, pull out the chair, and open the car door( this don't mean he would go easy on you in training :,))

He legit brings you to meet his family, and his mom loves you more than he does at this point.

She keeps asking”when will she be my daughter in law?” or “ when's the wedding, i won't be around for another hundred years young man.”

[itsmoonphobic]

Dream SMP characters and my interpretation of them:

-Techno: The smell of Dirt and soil,blood,wine and old books. Silk pillowcases,golden jewelry,mosaics,stained fingertips, grand staircases,scented candles,storyteller,lazy smiles, secretive,slow dancing,sad resting face,elegant language,cold weather,confident,doubts himself,philosophy, messy braids,glowdust flakes, poetry,graceful movements,neat and cursive handwriting, greek mythology, oriental music,pale skin,libraries,sarcasm, long-lasting friendships,quotes,frosted windows,layering clothes, know-it-all,rude but endearing,pile of papers,cherry blossoms,muted colors,overthinks everything,devotion,logical thinking,insomniac,scattered mind,castle walls,laid back,tired eyes,long debates,show over tell,lingering touches,rulebreaker, dirty palms,old movies freezing feet,old habits,late nights studying,early riser,skips meals,eye bags,tea with milk,velvet jackets,dimly lit by streetlights,ancient wood floors,flowy curtains,art museums, gravely morning voice,echos in the middle of nowhere,sleepy whispers,nostalgia everywhere,red lipstick stains,loves animal more than people,calm and quiet, healing stones,parked car conversations,sharp jaw,obsessed with memes,violins,doves, doves,floats instead of walks,unbroken promises,twisting and winding hair around fingers,nail biting, repeating phrases,mist secret scars,rumors,always wearing earphones,metaphorical, emotions fragile as a flower, speaks with his eyes,fluttery eyelashes,dog lover,forehead kisses,calligraphy,pretty knives,cares too much,lopsided grins,messy desks,talks for hours no,rolling his eyes all the time,powerful strides,wants to conquer the world,slender hands,good grades, dusty book covers,wax stamped envelopes,vintage mirrors

-Phil: The smell of cold air,pine trees and sandalwood.Dead birds and mothballs,stops on the sidewalk to make sure nobody is left behind,morning person,herbal teas,crows,eats breakfast outside,constellations,family portraits on walls, chirping and whistling,crime documentaries,cool father figure, graveyards,weeping angels,meteor shower,many friends but only a single close one,contagious laugh,fragile teacups,fog, early mornings,fuzzy blankets,springs of thyme,bare feet, empty streets,rosemary stems,flickering lanterns,burnt wood bowls,feather collector,antique silverware,a sky full of stars, skylights,torn pages,overstuffed bookshelves,makes you feel comfortable whenever you talk to him,organized,full of ideas, believes in magic,gives the best advice,lost in his own way, warm hugs,scrapbooks and bullet journals,old cars,soft features,daydreaming,bright eyes,getting lost in the woods,moonlight,self knitted sweaters, stargazing on tailgates,the universe,hand in hand with wandering hearts, garage sales,questioning life but feeling at peace,attic bedrooms and haylofts,pursuing science and desiring art, photo albums,hopeless romantic,dark chocolate,open windows and quirky morning rituals,actually knows what brunch is, succulents,a kind-hearted loner,free-spirit,plaid button-ups, always ready to let you rant,abandons projects quickly, complicated past,bold moves,goes with the flow,aims for things that seem unachievable,lives in extremes,knowing smiles,constantly busy with something new,soft touches,love at first sight,naps alot,subsequent tea stains,sparkly eyes, abandoned barns,handwritten notes,feather quills,fascination with the sky,whispering secrets to the wind,great with kids, takes a backpack everywhere,hugs trees,big winter coats,road trips,knows tons of medical info,bites his nails,comforting presence,lost souls,city lights from a high rise

-Wilbur: The smell of fire,smoke,caramel and coffee. Stands up for people who can't for themselves,emotional wreck,loves his family too much but still yells at them,soft turtlenecks,sits in different spots every time he eats dinner,chipped nailpolish, songwriter,probably depressed,wakes up in the middle of the night to write down random thoughts,heartbroken teenager songs,dark psychology and deep meanings,globes and maps, wants to travel and make lots of memories,curls of steam, earbuds in,spattered ink,good singer,keeps to himself,old music and dusty vinyl,the type of person that you could stare at for hours,loud laugh,ride or die,dreams about his future, believes in fresh starts and new beginnings, messy and tangled hair,summer nights,soft features,deep thinker and dimples, having crushes,musicals and theater, half finished diaries and laptop stickers,mixtapes,quirky love notes, secretly kinda insane,always ready for coffee,thrift shops, beachy waves, bonfires,probably drives too fast,cutoff jeans, cream and sugar,nude colors,always creating new problems for himself, fights for equality,long debates and tired eyes, tapping a rhythm and humming quietly,spends all his time on social media,beanie galore,trench coats,foggy glasses,cozy sweaters, dancing around his room to the Beatles,looking out the window when the sun is setting,birkenstocks,guitar strumming on a warm summer evening,bells and chimes,subtle sadness, the feeling of diving into a deep pool,perfect proportions,too many playlists,holding hands,pretty boy,sew on patches and bomber jackets,candid photos,warm sun on bare skin,dancing silhouettes on the sunsets,beach walks at midnight,messy but cozy room,different mood every minute,singing his favorite song at the top of his lungs,sharp grins,haunted houses, paranormal stuff,late night snack runs with friends,explores creeks and lakes,double checks everything he does,walking through hot sand,backyard campfires,acoustic songs,photo booths,train platforms at night,s'mores,sun bleached arbors

-Tommy: The smell of plastic,fresh cut grass and musk. Does the bare minimum at School,unless genuinely interested in a topic,doodles on the side of his paper,movie marathons,empty coca cola bottles everywhere,rope swings,glossy nailpolish,lots of energy,life of the party, kidcore ,can always make you laugh,loves photography,eyestrain and bright colors,bruised knees and untied shoelaces,paperballs in class,brand new red converse,denim jackets,pins and clips,chalk drawings in the middle of the road,every text contains emojis, garden sprinklers,graffiti,wreck this journal,vibrant dyed hair, scribbles and highlighter pens,carnivals,involed in many things, watermelon flavored anything,loves to climb trees,screaming on playgrounds,oversized t-shirts,stained glass windows, anklets,skateboards and hula hoops,milkshakes on the front porch,social butterfly,always in a hurry,pinkie promises,tangled headphones,melted crayons and gummy bears,bean bags and hummingbirds,spinning around till he gets dizzy,chaotic and crazy yet so fun to be around,rushing into things too quickly, roller coasters and derbies,doesn't get knocked back by criticism,cans of fizzy drinks and neon lights,skips school,tye dye shirts and nitendo games,impulse and class clown,sticks stickers on stranger's things,pickpockets his close friends,has to carry a walkie-talkie around with him at all times,sleepovers and sneaking out through windows,pockets full of change and random buttons,stands out in crowds and makes friends easily, pretends to be fearless but is scared of the littlest things,trips and rips his jeans daily,uno cards,social butterfly,music discs, fights with his family but would actually kill for them,broken handwriting,flannels and jerseys around his waist

-Tubbo: The smell of honey,fresh bread and citrus. Lowkey soft, hugging a teddy bear,pressed flowers,eats alot of bread,big hoodies,fairy lights and blanket forts,prank calls while holding in your laughter,beeswax candles,sidewalk dandelions,gentle cuddles on the couch,pastel yellow and cute doodles,flower crowns and diasy chains,plays the ukulele,fascinated by bees and supports local coffee shops,outdoorsy sunshine addict, sparklers and iced lemonade,festivals with fireworks and fireflies in mason jars,homework done as soon as its assigned, watercolor paintings,giggling uncontrollably,long hugs and lazy cartoon afternoons,park dates and forehead kisses,cutting pants into shorts,messy wild hair and pear lollipops,has tiny random braids decorated with golden yarn,hearing the crinkle of leaves underfoot,suprise piggy back rides,adult swim shows and lip gloss stains,being goofy without meaning to,bounces in his step and stops to pet stray animals,baked bread and washi tape bracelets,bike rides and summer picnics,rolling down a hill in the spring and bringing home grass stains on his jeans, waving at someone across a crowded room,spontaneous hang outs and self made clay rings,sitting in the warm sunlit grass on early spring mornings,rock painting and hiding them for other people to find,picking apples from trees but needing to be held up in order to reach one

-Ranboo: The smell of peppermint tea,denim and rain. Is there for everyone but never themselves,regrets things they said but can never find the nerves to apologize,clumps of mascara and winged eyeliner,writes down every tiny thing in notebooks, loves children and their friends,forgetting that they already grabbed a waterbottle,drawing on condensation windows,rainy days and puddles,always on the edge of a breakdown,elevator music and long limbs,old tape recordings and cassettes,moss covered ruins and greenhouses,wanting to be in multiple places at the same time,different colored socks,long hugs and head pats,reading under the covers,collages and spray paint,record players and walks alone through the woods,loves playing by creeks and collecting stones,always wondering and worrying about things they shouldn't,vivid dreams and leather jackets, silver necklaces and piercings,snoozing their alarm clock, seeing the moon in the early morning,blurry photographs and windswept hair,downpours and comfortable silence,wrapping gifts and handing them over with shaking hands,sitting on a rooftop and spontaneous plans,lofi sounds and long train roads,deja vu moments,randomly dissapears and sipping tea, cold concrete and city parks,tickets and brochures from places they visited,dusty parchment and desperately trying to be a good person,wikipedia articles and lace-up boots,often loses track of time while talking to people they love,sings to the radio and avoids conflict if possible,can't sit still for five minutes, perpetually in an emo phase and knows more than they let on, hawaiian shirts,henna tattoos and sparkling water,sleeping in complete darkness and the relief of falling into bed,midnight thunderstorms and anticipation for the coming day,lucky charms and the sound of rain hitting the windows

-Dream: The smell of apples,eucalyptus,vanilla and green tea. Freckles and smiley faces,glow sticks and wrinkled linen, probably a really good singer,wild laughter and jellyfish, popular,tanned skin and cruising with the top down,doesn't take shit from anyone,analytical and self assured,beachy waves and dreamy sunsets,running barefoot,likes being active and on the go at all times,sassy and dramatic as fuck,dream catchers and hammocks,glow in the dark stickers on his phonecase, feisty and a sense of danger,brought home stray cats when he was a child,falling in love with strangers,waking up early and continue laying on the bed,golden hours and 4pm naps,soft aching hands burried in messy hair,center of attention,static and heavy breathing,old percy jackson books under the bed, throwing pebbles at the closed windows of his friends' room, retro diners at 2am,adrenaline junkie and nighttime thriver,will go insane if cooped up indoors for too long,deadlines till last minute,oversleeping and coming home past midnight,naturally a really good surfer,hugs from behind and neck kisses,checking the fridge at 1am,ice cream in bed and cat cuddles,always picks up over facetime

Might make more parts for some of the other guys :)

[someone-worth-racing-for]

Hello you! Last night I was watching the McLaren unboxed 2019 #Youtube Rewind where Lando and Carlos reacts to all the unboxed they had in 2019 and it wasn’t the first time I was watching it, it’s safe to say that this one is my favorite. They’re sitting so close together and also sharing a headphone and I think this is so cute! Could you write a piece about this, but after the cameras stopped filming? The looks Carlos gives to Lando all the time and also the way Lando is so cute on this video makes me wonder, what if Carlos had his arm around Lando’s waist and was kissing his cabrón’s cheeks from time to time every time they watched a cute or funny moment? So maybe they could watch the video again but all alone and this happens. What do you think? Seriously, that video... Carlos looking at Lando and they laughing together and Lando being a bit shy sometimes is everything to me!

Hey there! 🤗

Thank you for your message, anonym! Seriously, this is also one of my favourite videos of our two muppets together. They were both indeed so ador(k)able in that one - I was actually waiting all the time for Lando to climb onto Carlos’ lap at one point with getting lost in the video 😅

Yeah, I have already written a little piece about that scenario, because I just couldn’t resist 😉 I really hope you will enjoy it!

Thanks for planting those cute vibes into my mind! ❤️

“So, how did you guys really like it? I mean, now that I’m not recording any more“ Henrik wanted to know, after he had turned off the camera pointed at the two of them. “It was really great, man. The fans will love it as well.” Carlos told his colleague all honestly, because being serious, Henrik really had talent to catch all those funny, emotion moments.

“Yeah, it’s incredible. I can’t wait for their reaction, even though I have already forgotten about that you have filmed some of those scenes.” The last part Lando said more to himself, than the other two inside the room, because he hadn’t realized how obvious he sometimes really was, even without knowing so.

“Thanks, guys. Alright, that was it. We are done, you are finished, at least for today.” Henrik told them with a wink, while he packed his camera away and just wanted to start with the laptop right in front of them on the little table as well, when Carlos and Lando shared a look.

Of course, the Spaniard instantly got it what the younger one was trying to tell him just through his eyes, when he finally stopped Henrik from taking the laptop away from them with “Would you mind, if Lando and I would watch it once again? Without any cameras?”

Henrik did instantly hold on and after he had looked from Carlos over to Lando and back to the Spaniard again, his lips formed a knowing smile, when he told them “Sure. I will be gone in one minute, you just have to press play to watch it again.”

In the meantime, Lando sipped on the milk he actually didn’t like that much, because it wasn’t the usual brand he did prefer, but milk was milk, so he just enjoyed his drink, while Carlos approved himself another cookie.

Till they were finished with their glass of milk and sweet, Henrik was already gone and the two of them were all alone now. “You ready, cariño?” The older one asked with raised eyebrows and of course, Lando hadn’t missed the change of way he suddenly called him, like he always did when it was just the two of them, before he nodded agreeing his head.

First they kept sitting like they had done, while Henrik was still in the room as well, but when they once again watched the scene in which Lando overtook the older one, while they were on their way to their cars back in Australia and the younger one could suddenly feel his teammate’s eyes resting on him.

“I know you had been so nervous back then by your first race, cariño. You were shaking so much the whole morning long and couldn’t have just one bite from your breakfast. But you finally still did so well, I was so happy for you.”

Thinking back about it, also Lando had to smile about himself now, even though when back then he really hadn’t felt like smiling at all with being so tensed and nervous, when not even scared to fuck it all up by his first race.

After the scene where Lando’s mother had hugged her youngest son and had placed a little kiss onto his cheek, the younger one could feel Carlos moving next to him, till there was his arm on top of his shoulders, lightly pulling him closer with now being all alone, even though they had already been sitting pretty close the whole time long before with sharing just a headphone together. But they both would never complain about such closeness anyway.

“Look, your James Bond moment of the year, cariño. I was afraid you would fall into the water at one point.” Lando giggled about his friend’s statement, even though he knew it was true, with being sometimes really pretty clumsy. “But don’t worry, I would have jumped right after you into the water to save you, cariño.” The Spaniard whispered promising into his ears, which caused goose bumps to break free over Lando’s arms.

When the young Brit once again referred to his teammate’s black mane floating in the wind, Carlos pulled him one time closer into his side and watch in amusement how Lando’s cheeks blushed, when he replied with a smirk playing on his lips “I know you like my hair game, cariño. Especially when I make you pull on it, when your fingers are buried deep inside it like the other day.”

Lando’s cheeks blushed in a deep red, while only thinking back about that moment and how good the Spaniard had made him feel with those plumb lips of his around that one special part of his body.

When the scene appeared on the screen about that one interview they had in Silverstone months ago and they both said the actual truth, even though everyone probably thought they were just making fun about having pyjama parties at their places back in the UK, they both began to smile instantly by those memories.

By now, Carlos’ hand had wandered from laying on top of his shoulder, down to where he had wrapped his arm around the young Brit’s waist, while he drew little circles into the soft skin by his hip, both thinking about the closeness they had shared back then, while they had been laying together in just one bed and had cuddled all night long.

By one of those pyjama parties, they had also shared their first kiss, after Carlos just couldn’t resist any more with adoring Lando so much in his cute pyjamas romper, his mess curls and from the excitement blushed cheeks.

When the scene of the Carlos cam appeared on the laptop, Lando once again got embarrassed and tried to hide his face in his hand, because he thought his smile looked so bad right there.

But like before, when the camera had been recording them, Carlos could only repeat his words, while he caressed over the younger one’s side “You aren’t look stupid at all here, cariño. You know how much I love your smile, it’s so cute. Gosh, look at you. You are so adorable, with that smile and those blushed cheeks of yours.”

Words once again weren’t necessary, because they both knew that the other one was thinking the same, when they saw Lando taking on Carlos’ Chili cap on the laptop. They thought back about the other day he had worn his cap as well, only his cap.

This time, Carlos didn’t comment about his ribs, when half naked Lando was visible on the screen. Instead, he let his hand slide slowly under his shirt, stroking with his palm and fingertips tenderly over the muscles of his flat belly. Carlos exactly knew, the rib-muscle, like Lando had called it before, really weren’t the only muscles in his actually so well-trained body. And the younger one also exactly knew that the older one actually adored every bit of his slim body, even though he was sometimes way too critical with his own body and the way he looked.

The Spaniard was waiting for Lando to make those choking-sounds once again, when they could watch himself getting into his ice-bath back in Singapore, but this time, Lando didn’t have to overplay the moment. Because they both exactly know how much Lando actually liked it to take in his naked body, especially when Carlos wasn’t even wearing swim shorts.

Seeing the scenes of Lando’s birthday from just one week ago, caused the younger one to remember his teammate once again, about that he had actually ruined the whole surprise.

Also this time, Carlos admitted that he maybe really had a little, but he was also sure about having made up for it later that night, which he had kept to himself before, while the camera had been recording them. And oh yes, he really had, Lando thought to himself, while he bit down onto his bottom lip, because just the thought about it made him all hot again.

Carlos’ lips were once again so close by his ears, Lando could feel his breath against his skin and he could also hear the cheeky smile on his lips, without even looking over at him with already being a little embarrassed again about the birthday present he had received that night.

With a big smile on both of their lips, they re-watched the scenes, when the whole team had stormed the podium last Sunday. It gave both of them still bad goose bumps and even when Lando had been first frustrated about his own race, when not even also a little jealous about the older one getting his first podium that weekend, he was still all happy for his friend now and also very proud about that great result.

“Thank you once again for sharing this moment with me, cariño.” Carlos told him all honestly, even when he had already told him so how much that gesture had meant to him over a hundred times.

But to emphasize once again how happy he had made him that day, the Spaniard leaned over to press a tender kiss onto the younger one’s already once again lightly blushed cheek. “You don’t even know how happy you make me all the time, cariño. It really wouldn’t have been the same without you up there.” Carlos breathed against the lightly wet part of his face, which his lips had just caressed.

“You don’t know how much I had to hold back at that moment, to not kiss you right in front of everyone.” The older one noted, while the scene of Lando spraying champagne into Carlos’ face played in front of them, right after singing ‘Super Lando’ and the Spaniard had finally only hugged him quickly in return, before their feelings could get the upper hand over them and they would do something in public about which they weren’t ready yet.

Soon after, the video was over once again, but still they didn’t want to stop their closeness here on their little couch right now. Instead, they stayed all cuddled up like that, and after Carlos had removed the headphones, he reached over to brush over the back of Lando’s hand, while he told him “Your time will also come, cariño. Just be a little more patient. I bet you will be on the podium already next season. You will see. And then we will celebrate it together as well. But until then, I’m still very proud about your first year in Formula One, about you having such a successful Rookie year. You did so well, my little champion.”

Lando smiled to himself by his boyfriend’s sweet words and also when the older one locked their fingers together to squeeze his hand lightly. The arm around his waist was pulling him on time closer, by now Lando was actually already sitting on the Spaniard’s lap, when he framed his face with one and gently moved it, till their eyes met.

“Many more years to come, cariño. But no matter how many good races and results will come, you will always be my biggest achievement, the win of life. Te amo, cariño.” And before their lips could meet for a long, tender kiss, Lando returned his feelings, when he breathed against his lips “I also love you, you romantic muppet.”

[kimhargreeves]

Sweet Dreams-Freddy Krueger x Reader

Summary:After a traumatic and abusing past you finally get to meet again the man who is now tormenting your dreams, Freddy Kruger.

(This is based on the 2010 remake specifically. Since I liked it a bit more than the og don't attack me. But you can all read it as the remake or the Robert Englund one.

Happy Halloween everyone🎃😈

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I found myself in an abandoned looking warehouse, thing is there were multiple pipes and fire around me and the air felt hot and dense. I felt like someone was watching me... "Do you remember me, (Y/N)?" Someone in a dark and gritty voice asked. I looked around but saw no one near me. I slowly walked careful of my surroundings and winced when I heard something hit the metal pipes and heard a loud screech, it sounded like knives against metal. "W-Who are you?? How do you know my name?!? My hearts began to beat faster and I felt myself growing scared. "You were always my favorite." The voice sounded close to my ear. I quickly turned around and was pushed against a wall and I tried to scream when a man stood in front of me. Gripping my neck with his razor sharp knives as gloves. The man was completely burned and donned a stripped sweater and fedora. I looked away and began to cry trying to escape from him. "Surely you must remember me and all the fun times we had together." I shut my eyes and pushed him away with all I got and I began to run down the corridors. "Don't run away from me!" He shouted when he appeared in front of me and hit me with his knives. I cried out in pain and held my bloody arm. I woke up in a sweat and pushed myself off the bed and began to hyperventilate. "(Y/N), What is wrong I heard you screaming?" My mom came into the room. I felt something running down my skin. I touched my arm and noticed I had a few large scratches and also on my face. "I'll get a towel." Mom dai leaving the room. My sister pulled her headphones down and rushed over to my side. "It's happening to you too right?" "Have you spoken with the orhers? Nancy are they having these similar dreams?!" I asked afraid as I looked into her dark eyes. "I spoke to Jesse and Quentin. They haven't spoken much about it..since Dean passed away." I began to cry remembering the event. Nancy was working at the diner when Dean was struggling in his sleep and cut up his own throat. He would never do such a thing. Mom has been acting weird since she heard the news of Dean and other classmates we used to have back in preschool. I don't remember much of those days but people have mysteriously died lately. "I'll be fine..thanks Nancy." I said and watched her leave my room. I jumped up when I heard someone come into my room. "(Y/N), its me! Please don't freak out." Jesse was in my room and his shirt was spake in blood. "Jesse?! Why are you all bloody." "Kris..she's dead!? Please whatever you do don't fall asleep." "Don't call asleep?! Did you see him too?!" "I didn't. Kris did and now he killed her." I looked at Jesse worried and stared up at him. Jesse is Kris' ex and he was mine before her. "Jesse you have to get out and hide before someone suspects you of killing her." I said and watched him begin to cry. "Just don't fall asleep, (Y/N)." With that Jesse left and it wasn't long till the cops showed up and took him in. "You know who did it." Jesse shouted at Nancy. She won't admit it to herself but someone is after us. Quentin joined in to help us when e heard the news Jesse got killed in jail by the man in our dreams. It had been 2 days since it happened and I was weak and tired from not having sleep. I was also growing angry and tired of everyone thinking we were going insane. "Who is he?" I confronted my mom when she was in the kitchen. She put on a dumb face and turned around so she wasn't looking at me. "Tell me I deserve to know whos tormenting my dreams!" I shouted and threw a glass to the wall. That made her jump up and stare at me. "His name was Fred Krueger. He used to work at the preschool you were in and he was the gardner there.." Mom began to tell me the story and that's when I started to remember some things that happened to me and my friends who are all dead. ********* "How about we play hide and seek next?!" Freddy suggested to us all when we had recess and the teachers were inside having lunch. Dean, Nancy, Kris, Jesse and the rest of us had finished playing ball when Freddy told us to play some thing else. We all cheered and ran away while we heard Freddy count to ten. I tried my best to not giggle when I hid behind a bush and knelt down so Freddy wouldn't find me. I was pretty far from where my friends went to hide. "There you are!" I pouted when I was found. "But this was a good place to hide!" I fought back and pouted at the tall man. "I've seen you hiding here from time to time. How about we play another game, just the two of us?" He asked lifting my chin up and playfully playing with my hair. "Okay! Before recess ends!" I cheerfully said. Freddy grabbed my hand and began to show my around someplace dark. "Whoa what is this place?" "I only share this place with those I love..and you're a special little girl. Will you be a good girl for me?" I nodded my head and saw Freddy close the door behind him. *************** Now I understood it all. The marks and bruises that appeared on my skin, how mom found out about it, Nancy had them too and a couple of our other friends. Mom explained to me how I was his favorite and how the parents decided to take action and he got burned. My hands lower down to my thighs and can still feel the scars and bruises. That motherfucker is gonna pay. Quentin, Nancy and I got away before our parents could lock us up claiming us to being insane. We arrived at our old abandoned preschool. Quentin would stay awake while Nancy and I would fall asleep and defeat Freddy. I was back where I started this horrible dream. "I remember who you are. You cant hurt me anymore, Freddy." I taunt while walking with my sister and glancing at our backs. "You've hurt us kids too much and ruined our childhood, my innocence..with your sick games. You lured us kids in to have your fun with us, well your days of tormenting us are over-" Freddy appeared in front of me and threw my against the wall and I heard Nancy cry out my name and trying to distract the burnt man but his eyes were focused on me. "You'll never get rid of me, (Y/N). This is just the start of us both." I looked away and shivered when he grabbed my face and licked the side of my face. "Get off of my sister!" Nancy crawled up behind him and stabbed his neck. The man screamed in pain and all of the sudden we were back into the preschool but Freddy came back with us. I got up and shouted Quentin's name when Freddy was behind him and threw him aside. Freddy slashed my neck and dragged me along with him to a dirty bed, where he used to have me. I screamed in anger and tried getting out of his grip but he pushed me against the bed and ripped my shirt off. "Get off of me!" I shouted and grabbed a needle and stabbed it in his eye. "You bitch." He growled and when he was about to attack me again. Quentin and Nancy poured something onto us and I recognise the smell. Gasoline. I grinned and pushed him away and lit up a match and threw it at him. In less than a minute he and the building were caught on fire. Nancy grabbed my hand and pulled me out before I could get caught in the flames The three of us stood outside the building tiredly and watched it burn. ************ We were back home. Quentin was sleeping in my room and Nancy and I were downstairs. I had my wounds bandaged up and Nancy had on a cast since she had her arm broken. Everything was finally back to normal and I could live my life without remembering that abusing past.

I still kinda had a grudge on mom since she lied to us all of our lives. "(Y/N). I want to apologize to you and Nancy for lying about you know..everything." Mom looked at us both and gently smiled. We returned it and accepted her apology. "It's okay mom." "Yeah, he gone for good." I agree with Nancy. The moment was ruined when all of the sudden the mirror behind mom broke and Freddy's razor sharp knives were gouged into mom's eyes.

[miss-kittys-magical-library]

60. “have you always been this beautiful?” + 68. “You owe me a kiss.” for sean/reader plssss?

Glitter in The Air (Sean X Reader)

A/N: This is just pure Sean Falco bubble gum cotton candy fluff just for Joz ☺️☺️😍

You held your finger above the mouse and debated which road to take:

Add him. It's only been four years, but he's bound to remember you.

Forget it. It’s been four years, how would he ever remember you?!

Without a second thought you clicked add friend on the Facebook name “SeanFalco92.” You typed out a little note just in case.

Hey, Sean.

I'm sorry about what happened at the University. You're a bit infamous. Not every day the quiet Irishman gives it to the campus police. That fire hydrant was ugly anyways.

Y/N, The Dark Room Princess

Then you switched off the internet to prevent yourself from nervously checking every ten minutes to see a response. So you poured yourself a cup of coffee and put your headphones in. It was gonna be an all-nighter on your grad school thesis.

Your computer made a loud ping noise that startled you from sleep you didn't realize you had fallen into. You raised your head and looked at the time “11am.” Thank God, still a few hours until you had to turn in your thesis. Then you were free to never worry about university again, until the loans rolled in. You groaned.

Still you adjusted yourself and your glasses to read the message that had come up alongside the friend request acceptance.

Hey! Yeah it's totally been awhile. How have you been? I felt the wrath of my parents when they bailed me out. Due for a bit of community payback for a few months. Sorry “Service.” Next time I won't get nicked.

Not quite sure about the dark room reference, but was thinking you should meet me at the carnival on Friday. I know I shouldn't be on campus, but I had tickets before everything went down. Care to be my reason for still showing my face after all that humiliation?

Sean

You shook your head and laughed. He definitely didn't remember you, and you weren't exactly sure what he was up to. Who turns down an opportunity to spend the night with Sean Falco?

You took your time replying. Showering. Eating lunch. Printing your thesis and assembling it. Not wanting to appear eager in your reply. He pinged again.

You there? It looked like you were online. Sorry, didn't mean to appear so needy or forward. I just thought it’d be nice to be reacquainted.

You cocked an eyebrow, cheeks flushed a bit and finally returned a response.

Yeah. I would like that. I live in the Madison apartments. Get to Union station (I'm guessing you lost your license?) and we’ll take the Gold Line back to campus. See you at 7.

Sean's comeback was immediate.

It's a date!

Your face grew even hotter. Fuck, it's a date.

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You couldn't help but be nervous as you paced around the front steps of your apartment complex. You felt confident in the cute outfit you rushed out and bought impulsively. Or how you bit the bullet and got your hair done too after you delivered your thesis. You claimed it was in celebration of the rest of your life and nothing to do with the tall, lanky Irishman now headed your way.

“Sean!” a bit startled as you turned around in his direction.

Curly hair a bit wild, his jeans looking industrial but you knew they weren't bought that way. The purple tee-shirt he wore somehow made his leafy green eyes positively stunning. His hand was outstretched with a flower held towards you.

“T’ought I might go a bit old-fashioned t’night,” you took the --- from him. “Maybe a bit o’ congratulations for finishing your t’esis paper.”

Glad your hair covered your ears because you knew the tips were bright red. You never remembered his lilt being that strong or noticeable. Maybe for some strange reason it was his nerves too?

“A Peony? Sean, these are my favorites! How’d you know?” you smelled it briefly before you tucked it away behind your ear. Pleasantly surprised. “Thank you.”

“I may have creeped around your photos a bit, hope ye don't mind?” Sean raised his hands and crinkled one of his eyes shut.

“This is my first flower from anyone, so I'll take some light stalking in the meantime. We should hurry though, the train leaves in ten minutes.”

The two of you side by side. You sat turned to face him, back towards the window of the car. Sean faced forward and stole sideways glances while you talked.

“So what does a young lady with a Masters in Art History do fer livin?”

“I want to restore old paintings at the Met in New York, but I'll probably be stuck here in Portland till I'm thirty. What about you, think you can bypass a degree and still be a photojournalist? Maybe and Irish Ansel Adams?”

Sean laughed, “How did you know any of that?” He looked directly at you with a gleam in his eyes.

“You really don't remember me do you?”

You took a chance and slid your hand into his to prevent him from picking at a loose thread in his shirt. Sean easily enclosed it without hesitation.

“Mostly!” Cheek hidden in his smile. “I just thought something about ye clicked in my brain. Can't figure out why, but was hopin’ going out with ye would jog my mind. Is t’at ok?”

There was no time to answer. Soon enough you were back on campus. You talked Sean into some french fries and corn dogs before tugging at his hand excitedly.

“Ok, the Ferris Wheel! Let's do that first? We should be able to see downtown, and it'll be dusk by the time we get on.”

Sean hesitated as his eyes glanced up towards the top. A flash of nerves behind his eyes, but he gave up and shrugged. Obediently following you in line while he ate, a bit sullen.

Surely the guy who just fought a fire hydrant and a cop wouldn't be scared of heights, you thought. Then you flashed back to that day Freshman year and Sean's panicked voice in the dark. His ragged breath and palms that sweat through your tee shirt as he held onto your shoulders.

You shoved a cheese fry in your mouth as the line staggered forward slow and steady. The conversation had died quite suddenly, but you knew you had to take the chance. Cheesy romantic comedy as this all was, who doesn't want to be with a hot guy alone stuck on a ride?

“Uh y/n?” The giggle was back in Sean’s voice now as you broke from your reverie. “You've got some..” His thumb swiped at the corner of your mouth before he lifted it to his own. “Cheese.”

“Thank.. you?” The tension was silent and awkward.

Then, as the two of you simply stared at each other, Sean let out a sound somewhere between a strangled laugh and a snort. It was infectious, and you instantly joined in. That type of laughter you aren't sure how people achieve, but it leaves you breathless and annoying to everyone in your sight.

“I don't know.. why..I licked.. my thumb,” he wheezed around the most childlike giggle. “It was like a weird compulsion.” The way he said the word came out like “way-rd,” and instigated more laughter from deep inside you.

It seemed to ease Sean’s apprehension as the two of you began to board the ride, though. A calm coming over him as you both quieted down. He white-knuckled the bar as it clicked into place over your laps. Eyes wide as it lurched into motion.

You brushed your fingers tentatively over his clenched fist. Sean had a glazed look in his eyes as you slowed and stopped multiple times. You inches towards the top. He really was frightened.

“I've just gotta get over this. I'm confronting my fear is all.” He sounded so serious with a hint of pride, you stifle a chuckle with a bite of a lip.

Sean peered slightly over the edge of the car and looked downwards. Then it halted suddenly and he grabbed your hand and covered it with his massive one. You squirmed around to hold it properly as he squeezed his eyes shut. The car swung back and forth a bit on the precarious side, even for you. One last time, and it would start spinning in its giant lackadaisical circle.

Forward. Pitch to a stop even harder than the last few. This time Sean buried his face in your shoulder, and you relished this surprising role-reversal. But then he looked up at you in the most serious manner.

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

At the same exact time you said:

“First claustrophobia now heights”

You both sat up straight and gaped.

Again simultaneously.

“How d’ye know I'm claustrophobic?!”

“Did you just call me pretty?”

For the moment, Sean was no longer afraid. Your sentiment about his fear distracted him long enough that he loosened up immensely. Long fingers scratched at his mess of curls while deep in thought. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, heart beating wildly in your ears.

Sean tugged at his chin with a forefinger and thumb. Obviously deep in thought as he gazed off into the sky. It was like a lightbulb finally popped on over his head.

“Jesus (jaysus) Dr Bacher’s photography course. Freshman year!”

You smiled, “By Jove I think he's got it!”

“T’at’s how ye know me. We got right stuck in that darkroom door. It was like a pitch-black tube really. Man I bloody well panicked.”

“I thought you were screwing with me at first! Your hands were so sweaty my tee-shirt was wet from where you were groping me. I kept thinking how every single girl in our class would've killed our professor to be stuck with the hot Irish guy. All that heavy breathing, my teenage brain thought it was sexual tension.”

“I was 18 wedged in a small space with a cute girl. It was claustrophobia, but it was also sexy.”

You bit the inside of your cheek and smiled. The two of you ignoring the ride and it's slow rotations. Still holding hands.

“I don't think I imagined that..” you struggled with the next line.. “parts of you were totally poking into me.”

Sean's mouth dropped open but he repeated his prior sentiment. A bit higher pitched. “I WAS 18 IN A SMALL SPACE WITH A HOT GIRL!” His lilt was more pronounced.

“Who gets a fear.. boner,” you rolled back into the hysterics from earlier on the ground.

Sean's face a deep crimson as his mouth tightened into a straight line. He looked away, but you knew he was playing along. Those eyes betrayed him with a hint of a smile.

“You told me if I got us out you’d take me on a date.”

“I said I'd kiss ye if we got out alive. Never knew how long it’d be til someone found us.”

“You did!” you agreed excitedly. “The door just needed hoisted up and back on the track. Which I did! Then we stumbled out and I practically threw myself in your arms for that kiss.”

“Wait, did we?” Sean turned back to you as the Ferris wheel slowed to another stop. Neither of you remembered it moving.

“No. Stupid ass Derek Sandoval was in the classroom waiting for you.”

“Oi! Watch now, he's still my mate.” Sean's turn to tease now.

“I bet he is.”

The two of you sat back in the car. Your fingers still entwined but the fright had melted away. Sean let out a long steady breath as he really looked out on the carnival and the multicolored lights as they danced around you. The stars blanketed the sky.

“Sean?”

His face heavenwards. “Yeah y/n?

“I think you owe me a kiss,” your words soft, almost a whisper.

Sean’s gaza came back down from the clouds. The music and noise from the crowds seemed to fade away as your breath caught in your throat. Without a second thought, he let go of your hand and put his arm around you. That soft mouth leaned over and almost melted with yours. Your bodies enveloped in a hug as Sean slid the tip of his tongue between your lips. Your own darted forward to fight with it.

Then the car hulked into motion again and you broke apart. A smirk on Sean's face revealed a dimple, and you joined in with a grin of your own.

“Well, that was worth a four year wait.”

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