#yn made a circle around the sun

[blueiight]

Happy birthday!! 🎂

thank you all so much!

[amirasainz]

Please write about Lewis little daughter being in the paddock and playing with Roscoe and Leo, its so adorable. Make it fluff💖💖

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💕

Puppy love

The sun was shining brightly over Silverstone as the anticipation of the home Grand Prix filled the air. Fans adorned in Mercedes and Ferrari colors flooded the paddock, but one person stood out among them: Lewis Hamilton. With a big grin on his face, he was excited for a weekend filled with racing, but what made it even more special was that his two-year-old daughter, Yn, was here for the first time.

As he walked through the paddock, he held her small hand tightly, her big eyes sparkling with wonder as they took in the vibrant atmosphere. “Look at all the cars, sweetheart!” Lewis said, pointing to the sleek Mercedes machines gleaming under the sun. “This is where Daddy works.”

Yn looked up at him, her curly hair bouncing as she turned her head to follow his gaze. “Cars, Daddy!” she exclaimed, clapping her little hands together.

“Exactly! And we’re going to have so much fun,” he replied, kneeling down to her level. “But first, I have to talk to some people. Are you ready to meet some friends?”

“Friends!” Yn shouted, her excitement infectious.

Lewis chuckled as he spotted a familiar figure approaching: Charles Leclerc, with his signature smile and a playful demeanor. “Charlie!” Lewis called out, waving him over.

“Hey, Lewis! Is this your little princess?” Charles knelt down as he approached, his eyes twinkling at Yn. “Hello there, Yn! I���m Charles.”

“ChaCha!” Yn giggled, her tiny fingers reaching out to touch Charles’s Ferrari cap.

Just then, Roscoe, Lewis’s loyal bulldog, padded over, wagging his tail. “And there we have Roscoe. That's our dog, remember,” Lewis said, watching as Roscoe sniffed at Yn’s shoes.

“Rosco!” Yn squealed, bending down to pet him. The dog responded with a gentle nudge of his nose against her hand.

“Let’s give them some space to play. Leo is playing in the grass as well,” Charles suggested. “I can see we two have media duties to attend to.”

“Yeah, but I’m going to have someone keep an eye on her,” Lewis said, glancing around before spotting a Mercedes team member, Claire, who was nearby. “Claire! Can you watch Yn while Charles and I handle this?”

“Of course, Lewis! Come here, Yn!” Claire beckoned, and Yn waddled over, a bit shy but excited at the prospect of new adventures.

As Lewis and Charles headed toward the media area, Yn settled down on the grass with Roscoe beside her. “Leo? Leo!” she said, pointing to the other side of the paddock, where Charles’s dog, Leo, was playing.

Claire smiled as she watched Yn crawl toward Leo, who was bounding through the grass, barking playfully. “Look at Leo go!” Claire encouraged, laughing as Yn giggled in response.

“Run, Leo! Run!” Yn squealed, her eyes lighting up as Leo raced in circles, his fur shimmering in the sunlight.

“Be careful, sweetheart! Stay with Roscoe,” Claire called gently, watching as Roscoe walked protectively beside Yn, his presence calming and warm.

Yn giggled and tried to chase after Leo, her little legs moving as fast as they could. “Leo! Wait!” she shouted, laughing as Leo turned and barked playfully, as if teasing her to catch up.

Meanwhile, back at the media area, Lewis and Charles sat in front of the cameras, but both men’s attention drifted to the grassy patch where Yn played. “Look at them,” Charles said, nodding toward the sight of Yn laughing and Leo barking. “She looks so happy.”

Lewis grinned, his heart swelling with pride. “She’s having the time of her life. I can’t believe this is her first time here,” he said, a hint of nostalgia in his voice.

The media representatives asked their questions, but Lewis’s mind was half-focused on Yn’s joyous laughter. “So, Lewis, how do you feel about racing at your home GP?” one reporter prompted.

“It’s always special, but today is different. I have my daughter here for the first time. It makes everything more meaningful,” he replied, unable to hide his smile.

As they finished the media obligations, Lewis caught a glimpse of Yn tackling Leo, trying to catch him as he zoomed past her. “You think she’ll be a racer someday?” Charles teased, nudging Lewis.

“Definitely. Just look at her!” Lewis laughed, shaking his head as they finished up and made their way back to the grass.

When they returned, they found Yn sprawled on the grass, with Roscoe napping beside her and Leo running in circles, barking excitedly. “Look who’s back!” Claire called out, waving to them.

“Yn, look! Daddy’s here!” Lewis shouted, and her head shot up, a bright smile lighting her face.

“Daddy!” she squealed, scrambling to her feet. She ran toward him, her arms outstretched. Lewis scooped her up, spinning her around as she giggled uncontrollably.

“Did you have fun, my little racer?” he asked, kissing her cheek.

“Fun, Daddy! Rosco and Leo!” she replied, pointing at the dogs. Roscoe rolled over, showing his belly, while Leo bounded over to join the group.

“Roscoe’s such a good boy,” Charles said, kneeling to give the bulldog some attention. “And Leo, you little rascal, you’ve been keeping up with her, huh?”

“Woof!” Leo seemed to respond, jumping around Charles, trying to steal the spotlight.

“Looks like they love her,” Lewis said, watching the scene with joy. “I couldn’t have asked for a better first day in the paddock for her.”

Yn clapped her hands, delighted by the attention from the dogs. “More, Leo! More!” she shouted, and Leo raced off again, inviting her to chase him.

“Come on, let’s play!” Lewis encouraged, setting her down gently. Yn took off after Leo, her laughter echoing in the paddock, while Roscoe trotted beside her, always keeping a watchful eye.

As they played, Lewis and Charles exchanged amused glances, both feeling a warmth in their hearts.

“I can’t believe how much joy she brings to everyone,” Charles said, his eyes softening. “You’re doing an amazing job, Lewis.”

“Thanks, mate,” Lewis replied, watching Yn tumble on the grass, her face lighting up with pure joy. “She’s my world. I just want her to be happy.”

“Let’s make sure she has the best weekend,” Charles said, throwing his arm around Lewis’s shoulder. “After all, it’s not just about the racing today. It’s about family.”

With a shared smile, the two men turned their attention back to the playful scene before them, a perfect mix of laughter, love, and the thrill of the sport they adored. In that moment, as the sun shone over Silverstone and Yn chased Leo, it was clear that this was just the beginning of many more beautiful memories to come.

[lualuabestningdungie]

fri(end)s | tomorrow x together hyung line

pairing bff!txt x crush!reader; genre little angst, fluff; warnings reader wears makeup, falling in love with your best friend :(; wc 0.4K

"Let's put the end in friends."

-

Yeonjun 'And you were there my lonely nights, keeping me together'

He felt his heart drop when he hears the tone of your voice on the phone.

"Where are you? I'll be there in 10."

Yeonjun arrived to your apartment as fast as he could. He dashed up the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest as he reached your door. With trembling hands, he knocked urgently.

When you opened the door, he pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close. He felt your soft sobs against his chest, as he rested his chin on top of your head.

Seeing his best friend and the person he fell so deeply in love with crying was the worst feeling ever. Knowing he's not that good with words, he let you cry on his arms for as long as you needed it. 'I'm here...' 'It's okay...' he rubbed your back in small circles.

He couldn't help but to think that you looked beautiful in that moment, your makeup undone from the tears, your lips swollen, and your eyes red and puffy.

"Sorry." You wiped your tears with your sleeve.

"Don't be sorry, love." He cupped your face in his hands, his gaze soft as he spoke from the heart. "You're allowed to feel whatever you're feeling, okay? And you don't have to go through it alone. I'm here for you, always."

Soobin 'I had plans for the weekend, But wound up with you instead'

Picnics with Soobin were always calm. You would lay down next to your best friend on a blanket, point out at clouds and then at stars. Today it wasn't the exception. You had just finished eating your lunch together and now you were playing UNO. Soobin seemed completely concentrated on the game until his phone started buzzing. He reached out for it and rolled his eyes when he noticed it was Beomgyu spamming his messages.

"Everything okay?" You asked looking up from your cards.

"Yeah, just some messages from work."

You kept playing for a few minutes unti his phone started ringing.

"I have to take this, I'll be back." Soobin got up from the blanket and walked a few meters away. "What?" He answered Beomgyu's call.

"You told me we were playing today, where the hell are you?" Beomgyu's angry voice came from the phone.

"I'm busy right now..." Soobin said looking back at you. He looked at how pretty you looked when the sun reflected in your face, how your hair moved with the soft breeze of air, everything about you was completely beautiful.

"...Are you even listening?" Beomgyu spoke again.

"Y-yeah sorry." Soobin replied and looked away from you.

"I know you're with yn. I swear, if you don't tell her about your feelings today, I will never play games with you again." And he hung up.

Maybe he should tell you today.

Beomgyu 'Friends are not supposed to get too close and feel emotions that we're feeling now, now, now'

Beomgyu felt nervous around you. This wasn’t normal of him, he wasn’t like that. Maybe it was the fact that you two were laying down on your bed having your weekly movie night. You were close. Closer than normal. Your head was resting on his shoulder and he tried to play it cool by wrapping his arm around your shoulders, which only made you move closer to each other.

The movie ended and neither of you moved. He stole a glance at you, his heart skipping a beat as he caught your gaze.

Gathering all the courage he could muster, Beomgyu gently lifted his hand to brush a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch lingering against your cheek. “YN,” he whispered softly, his voice barely above a breath. “Is it… okay to feel this way?”

A blush covered your cheeks. “Feel how?” You whispered.

“Feel like I want to kiss you…” He replied. Your heart fluttered at his words and you nodded.

“It’s alright. I feel like that too…”

You reached out, your fingers intertwining with his. In that moment, Beomgyu leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss.

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Lua’s note: it was really cute to write this. Reblogs and likes are appreciated <3

[19calicos]

i know where to look — kuroo tetsurō ˎˊ˗

✶⋆.˚ chapter four: a cat named ube ( 𖦹 )

currently playing: lo que tú me das by juanpalitoschinos

cw: weed mention, gun mention, language

kuroo’s not sure how long he’s followed this black cat for, but he’s thankful for the break she gave him. he met her – ube, according to the fish-shaped tag – after he walked out of his last class for the day, when he made eye contact with the cat and got locked in her gaze. normally he would have gone to the library to get ahead of some work or to home for some rest and relaxation, but something in him decided it would be better to spend time with the cat.

ube walked around the surrounding streets of campus with familiarity. kuroo tailed after her with his hands in his pockets, gaze casually locked on her, stopping whenever she stopped and bending down to her level whenever she did. heads followed wherever ube and kuroo went, but he didn’t pay much attention. he figured all eyes were on ube anyway, with how charming of a cat she was.

“hm, i wish i still carried around cat treats,” kuroo thought aloud to himself with a mumble. unsurprisingly, there were a number of cats that would hang around nekoma high. it didn’t matter if they were a stray or not, they received love all the same from nekoma’s students, and that included kuroo and the cat treats he carried for those cats and his own.

kuroo fondly recalled when he brought home a stray tabby sometime after he first moved, and how his parents were initially against keeping it. they eventually agreed though, and he figured it had something to do with how difficult it was for him to adjust to his new environment. in a way, the cat (which he named chestnut) was his first friend, his second being kenma. and in a way, he saw chestnut in ube, with how in their own world they both were.

ube paused by an open door, and it was like the sun shone only for her. kuroo bent down to her level and rested his cheek in his palm, watching her stretch and do as cats do. her black fur was sleek and shiny, sparkling like a diamond in the light. green eyes blinked up at kuroo and he held his hand out for her to sniff again, only this time she nuzzled the top of her head into his palm. his eyebrows raised, and his heart melted as the biggest grin crept onto his face.

yeah, there wasn’t anything else like getting a cat to like you, especially this quick. ube walked through the open door, and he followed like it was his life’s purpose.

“ube! welcome back sweet girl, i missed you.”

kuroo’s eyes flickered up, and for a moment he couldn’t fucking believe that it took a cat named ube to finally see yn for more than five seconds, and up close too. his ears warmed to a subtle pink at the sight of them, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw how ube circled around one of yn’s legs, rubbing her head against the inside of their ankle. 

ah, so this was the skate shop he was told about. oikawa did end up asking atsumu offhandedly about yn, and he reported back to him that yn worked part time at the local skate shop. kuroo thanked ube in his head for leading him here as he scanned the multicolored skateboards on display, the vibrant graffiti on the left wall, and a corner with a sleek cat tree, complete with two ube-purple bowls for food and water.

yn held their arms out to ube as an invitation, and it was one she accepted. they finally laid eyes on kuroo as they stood up, ube cradled in their arms.

“oh! hi kuroo, uh, i didn’t expect to see you here. it looks like you’ve met ube,” they said after a beat, blinking twice, as if with disbelief.

there was a small smile from them, and kuroo returned it with a larger one. fuck, kuroo’s voice was caught in his throat, and the butterflies in his stomach were flaring his nerves, egging him to run away and puke. still, he swallowed it all down, mind set on proving kenma wrong that he wasn’t going to fumble this chance.

“hey yn! yeah, she was laying outside one of my classes and i just followed her here. she’s really friendly.”

kuroo took a couple steps closer. he raised his hand up and looked to yn for permission to pet, and with their nod, he affectionately scratched ube’s head, cooing as she closed her eyes.

“so you work here? this place is really cool.”

“yeah, it’s a part time job that i’ve had for a bit. i used to live around here actually… i got my first board from here as a kid.”

“woah.”

a thought appeared in kuroo’s head, and with yet another nervous swallow, he looked up at yn again.

“hey, um, remember how you insisted on owing me a favor? could you teach me how to skate?”

yn’s lips parted, probably in shock at such a sudden request, but they immediately grinned.

“you want to learn how to skate? after my board almost knocked your head off?” they asked with a chuckle, bending down to let ube run off to her cat tree. 

kuroo nodded eagerly and gestured to the boards around the shop. “yeah! i mean, i could get around campus faster on a skateboard, and you seem like you’ve been skating for a long time, so i thought maybe you’d be a good teacher.”

okay, kuroo was very much making it up as it goes. but, he thought to himself, he has a point. yn had the guts to land a skateboard from more than ten stairs up, and they managed to land it, and they said they’d been skating since they were a kid so that was like, over ten years of experience at least. plus, skate lessons from them would be a surefire way to get to actually talk to them and maybe even be friends.

“sure,” yn breathed. they turned on their heel and motioned for kuroo to follow. “do you want to look at some boards then?”

smooth and successful. “yeah! yeah, i’d love to.” kuroo replied, following after them with a new spring in his step.

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⟢ atsumu doesn't always have crazy shits but whenever he does he never sprays the bathroom because he gets noseblind from how long he fights for his life on the toilet for

⟢ noya did in fact make it in 30 minutes. not sure how he didn't get pulled over for speeding but hey he has a cool little fish tat on his bicep now

⟢ kuroo bought his first skateboard that day lol !!! he asked yn which one they thought was cool and then bought that one

⟢ he also asked yn what cat treats ube liked best ... and then he bought them right after he left the shop. literally made a bee line for the pet store like a man on a mission (he does not want to look at his bank account anytime soon. skateboards and cat treats are expensive !!!)

⟢ after kuroo left, yn went into the back room and screamed into one of the pillows on the couch, then said they were leaving early to take a nap since they were so on edge and nervous for the entire time kuroo was there #SocialBattery. osamu and noya watched everything and were tempted to live tweet it all

⟢ this is not proofread i just wanted this chapter out sooo badly since like 4 days ago 😭😭😭

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Belong Together

Our Story Masterlist Summary: A cute TikTok using the song ‘Belong Together’ by Mark Ambor.

You and me belong together

YN mouths along to the words as she points to Harry before pointing to herself. They’re both standing in their lounge, Harry has a wide smile as he watches YN sing along to the song. 

Like cold iced tea and warmer weather

YN reaches out to hold Harry’s hands as she tries to get him to dance with her, but he knew it was going to end up on TikTok so he shook his head with a shy smile. 

Where we lay out late underneath the pines

And we still have fun when the sun won't shine

Harry holds onto YN’s waist as she wraps her arms around his neck, as she still sings dramatically to the new sound circling TikTok. 

You and me belong together all the time

But what made the fans scream with excitement was when Harry joined in on the singing and the clip ended with the couple sharing a sweet kiss…because they really did belong together! 

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[thisismeracing]

MICK SCHUMACHER MASTERLIST

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― ✦ SERIES

king of my heart: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that’s why, for the first time in forever, he threw caution carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

― ✦ SOCIAL MEDIA AU

I don't wanna be your ex (f): Y/n and Mick used to be the golden couple in the paddock, that’s why the internet went wild when they announced their breakup. Imagine how they reacted when Y/n dropped a song about not wanting to be his ex. Would the couple have any hope of getting back together?

sunshine (f): In which Mick starts dating an earthy/spiritual girl who just loves nature and good energy.

it was always you (f): Mick and Yn decided to stay friends after breaking off their two years relationship, but it seems like things weren’t that broken. Maybe having the same friend circle and seeing each other all the time meant that things were never really over.

angels like you (a): They say misery loves company, maybe that’s why Yn accidentally made Mick miserable too.

super shy (f): The one where your boyfriend is your biggest fan to the point of turning his account into a fan account or something of the sort. Or, Mick and Yn’s relationship through the years

go shawty (f): Every year Yn gets Mick a unique birthday cake. This year she’s ready to surprise the internet and her boyfriend again.

― ✦ BLURBS

I regret meeting you (a)

Say it again (f)

Friends don't (f)

I think I'm in love (f)

Speak now (a)

Light's on (f)

Suck it (s)

All mine (s)

Morning light (f)

Schatzi (f)

Beautiful things (f)

― ✦ REGULAR IMAGINES

our baby Angie (f): What happens when Mick refers to you as Angie's mom?

rosy cheeks, salty hair, warm bodies (s): After finally matching their schedules and booking a trip together, Yn and Mick decide to go to Mallorca for a well-deserved break. The fact that they went weeks without seeing one another and the tension around the hot weather and beach garments only helped build the momentum in which her boyfriend would absolutely ruin her in bed.

cherry (s): Mick has an idea while lying in bed during a lazy weekend, and Yn is more than ready to oblige.

suit testing (s): Yn decides to tease Mick until he gives up and takes her against the bathroom door while still wearing his racing suit.

an avid learner (s): Mick has been nothing but an attentive lover since they started dating, what Yn didn’t know was that he would be even more attentive in bed. It’s their first time having sex, and Mick is an eager learner, he’s set to make sure Yn forgets she ever dated someone before him.

banana pancakes (f): Mick is used to racing cars and living at high speed, but lazy rainy mornings with you are his favorite. Cuddling in bed, making banana pancakes, and listening to the rain fall down while swinging together on the front porch, no travel or circuit beats these moments.

love sips (s): Some bad moments leave the feeling that your whole day was destroyed. Sometimes, all you need to navigate life’s ups and downs is someone to remember you that bad events don’t equal a bad day, Yn decides on a very peculiar approach to remind herself that, and Mick, her boyfriend, is happy to help. 

god is a woman (s): Making out in bed never felt this deep and heart-stopping, but dating Mick and having him love you is a full experience of being a goddess. Your hips were his altar, and he would swear to everyone that God is a woman because you’re it to him.

call me obsessed (s): Everyone talks about how good it is to date someone who’s exactly like you, but Mick has been finding it hard to believe, especially when his girlfriend has the same sunshine energy as him. The problem? Too many friendly flirts around her. And though he’s not a jealous guy, he finds himself ready to praise her and prove to her that he’s the only one. You can say he’s obsessed.

twisted love (a): The rule is clear for all celestial beings: to love the Almighty beyond everything. They can’t share the feeling. It is perpetually prohibited for angels to get fond of humans, especially the protector angels. They are the ones who will follow their human on earth and protect each one. Those Angels and the humans are the same pairing throughout time. Mick watched Yn die and come to life in different forms each period, and he fell - in love, and from Heaven. Years after searching for Yn, he found her again and he’s ready to get what’s his.

I'll always take care of you (f): The flu caught you out of the blue and completely unprepared, good thing you have your boyfriend around to take care of you.

to build a home (f)✷: Mick and Yn are used to sharing everything, and always spending time with each other. However, they didn’t notice that things got easier because they ended up pilling some things in one house. His place is theirs now, but the same happened with her place. It only takes their respective siblings one look to figure out the whole situation. Will it scare them, or will they finally move in together?

die from a broken heart (a/f): After a fight with Mick, your secret boyfriend, you find yourself crying in your father’s arms, and it won’t take much for Toto to connect the dots. The thing is: what is going to happen when he finally does?

screw him (s)✷: When you move to a different neighborhood and discover your hot neighbor is a mechanic, half of your problems evolving your old car are solved. Your issues with your current boyfriend aren’t though. You too need a fix, and Mick may be the perfect guy for it.

― ✦ CONCEPTS

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― ✦ HEADCANONS

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♡ mick dating a desi girl ♡ mick dating a korean girl ♡ mick dating a latina ♡ mick dating a greek girl ♡ mick dating a lao girl

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[milkbobatyun]

let you break my heart again

pairing: kang taehyun x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff (if u squint really closely), bsf to more than friends to strangers, school au, right person, wrong time (sort of?), miscommunication (-ish?)

summary: in which you and taehyun are childhood friends, but as you grow older, some things make you think that you're more than friends. yet, the universe and fate love to play cruel games on you.

word count: 2.8k

a/n: this is my first time writing on tumblr and i did this instead of studying for my legal test (°ー°〃) this whole piece imo is a hot mess, but it was inspired by real life so this is in a way, a sort of speical thing to write. to the person that made me feel this way, thank u for giving me inspo for this. and also thank u to my faithful quality checker @yeonjunsfox, dude you had to read through this thing like sm times (｡ŏ_ŏ)

i. prologue

she could remember it clearly. it was a sticky summer day. it would have been perfect, blue sky for miles and fluffy clouds nowhere to be seen, if not for the fact that the sun was baking down onto the earth and causing sweat to come pouring down her back, yet this was not enough to deter her from hosting a teddy bear picnic in her front yard, plastic cups clinking against the pink and white plastic plates that came with it. but, as a five-year-old child, her attention span was short, playing with the teddies for an hour was already a feat in itself, yn wanted more. she wanted adventure.

just as she thought that, she caught sight of a white moving van rolling up to the newly-purchased house beside her house. in her childish excitement, she quickly stood up, almost tripping over herself in excitement, before she politely dusted her hands on her little yellow sundress, peeking on her tiptoes to see over the fence. to her surprise, she came eye to eye with a smiling little boy, round boba eyes bright with wonder and anticipation.

“hi! i’m taehyun! i’m…” the little boy paused, before he pulled out his hands and started counting. “i’m five!” taehyun held up five fingers in delight. ecstatic that she had someone else to play with, yn and taehyun became fast friends.

ii. when we were kids

throughout their younger school years, they had always been in the same class and their friendship grew stronger, until they were each other’s best friends. now, they had just begun their first year of middle school. with the process of growing up, their dynamic also changed. maybe it came with the arrival of adolescence, but their relationship, something, was different and yn couldn’t put her finger on it. 

sure, as children they would hold hands, especially when yn was nervous. often, taehyun would tease her about how she was a ‘scaredy-cat’, but would secretly love the way that she would shy away, into his back. he often boasted about how he was her knight in shining armour and she was his princess. as children, when they were leaving a play date, one or the other would often give a cute little kiss on the other’s squishy cheek to bid them fair well. yn could remember so clearly, the cooing noises their mothers would make, seeing that interaction. in fact, they loved it so much that both mothers had matching framed photos on their living room mantelpiece of a secret photo they snuck.

but now, it was different. there were more fleeting touches, possessive holds, namely from a devilishly handsome teenage taehyun. sometimes, he would sneak up from behind her, while she was grabbing things from her locker, and his arms would circle her waist, before he lifted her into the air, with her legs kicking. other times, he would be more sensible, wrapping his arms around her from behind before leaving his quote-on-quote “stupid, heavy head” on her shoulder. what taehyun didn’t know was how hard yn would try to suppress her smile when his hair tickled her neck.

most of the time though, yn could curse his stupid height. now that he was taller than her, he would often rub it in by petting her head, before using those stupidly long legs to run away from her. goddamn it, why did god give him such spidery long legs! doesn’t he know how tiring it is to run after him every day just to get her revenge?

being the school heartthrob’s best friend was hard, many times a day would yn be stopped in the hallways by girls and guys alike, asking her if she could pass this on to taehyun, pass that message on to him, or answer such questions about taehyun’s hobbies. more often than not, she would diligently pass the message on to taehyun, not without a tone of teasing mockery, on their walks home together. those were the best times, when the setting sun was the only witness to their banter, as they zig-zagged across the path leading to their homes, playful shoving accompanied by sarcastic jokes and digs, a secret language created by the two of them.

iii. still you take up all my mind

the second year of middle school was no different. taehyun and yn were still attached to the hip, they were barely anywhere without each other, supporting each other both in public and private. they were each other’s comfort.

yn could remember as clearly as yesterday, when they were both in some stupid lecture, where the lecturer had jokingly said that if they got bored, they could sleep through it. excited at this rare opportunity to sleep through a WHOLE lecture, taehyun immediately turned to yn. he knew that in the past week, she hadn’t been sleeping well. who would, if they had 5 assignments to hand in, back to back in the past 3 days?

he wordlessly offered her his shoulder to lean on and without missing a beat, yn immediately took the offer, resting her head on his shoulder. what surprised her though, was the added weight she felt when taehyun leaned his head and rested it on top of hers. this feeling was foreign, but it made her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside and so, they slept peacefully through the whole lecture, heads resting together, hands almost touching on the shared armrest.

iv. im just trying to understand

she doesn’t remember when it started happening, but slowly, their fleeting touches and linked pinkies during their walks together began to make her feel something more. it ignited a flame and sparks of electricity when their skin made contact. those warm, comforting back hugs made her heart do somersaults and butterflies spawn in her stomach, tickling her insides with their fluttering wings.

she didn’t take notice of it, until a friend of hers mentioned in passing, “hey, have you ever wondered if taehyun liked you? he’s always attached to you, almost acting like a boyfriend.” initially, yn dismissed her friend’s claims with a nonchalant shake of her head and a laugh, thinking that the notion was hilarious and she was so funny for mentioning something like this.

that afternoon, while taehyun and yn were walking home, taehyun subconsciously reached out his hand, linking his pinkie with hers. this sudden contact sent a sparkle of shock up yn’s arm and her heart jumped in her chest. hell, she was so surprised she almost jumped off the sidewalk into oncoming traffic. that was when her friend’s words crept back into her mind again.

‘does taehyun like me? or are we just friends?’

she thought long and hard. did other people’s best friends bring them their favourite snack when they felt down? did their best friend try their hardest at rigged arcade games to win them the plushie they had wanted? did their best friend always leave the sweetest notes in their locker before exam season? did other people also call their best friends until late at night, talking about everything and nothing at the same time? or was that what a boyfriend did?

those ideas wormed their way into her brain, warmth blooming across her cheeks. it spread like a virus, before that was all she could think about the whole walk home.

when she got home, she flopped onto her bed, burying her face into the nearest plushie and, with a silent apology for the abuse her plush was about to suffer, she let out a muffled scream. 

this was too hard. romance was too hard, how did the people in the books she read and in her school manage? did they also face the same predicament she was in? did they also have a more than 10-year friendship on the line like her? 

sighing, yn stood back up, smoothing out her hair, her mind set on getting her homework for the day done, just so she could keep her brain occupied with useless information that she most likely wouldn’t need later in life, rather than the handsome, lovable, sarcastic boy who was her best friend and lived next door to her.

she should’ve known her efforts would’ve been futile. during class, her eyes would wander to stare at the sculpture of art that was taehyun’s face, sitting next to her. her hands drew restless doodles and her thoughts were plagued with the possibility that maybe, just maybe this boy, her best friend, would like her.

these thoughts haunted her day and night, resurfacing at the times she least expected. they sprung up in her mind every time she felt his arms wrap around her waist. the contact that used to bring her so much comfort and warmth now only brought about unwanted thoughts of doubt and confusion, causing her to dread the familiar weight of those arms and attempts were made to worm her way out of the long limbs that entrapped her.

taehyun first noticed how strange his best friend was acting when she almost threw herself onto the road from the mere contact of their pinkies touching. initially, he brushed it off as his overreaction, after all, they had done this often enough that she should’ve been used to it. but as time went on, he began to doubt what he called, his ‘ynnie instincts’. things just weren’t right, somehow everything he did warranted a very strange and out-of-sorts reaction from his most beloved best friend. 

did he do something wrong? was he making her uncomfortable?

these thoughts plagued his mind, day and night, while he was doing homework, eating dinner, anything. his thoughts always drifted to her. her face, her favourite food, her comfort characters, everything they’d done together, he had everything memorised. so what had he done to make her react in such a way towards him? he thought, he pondered, he wondered, but nothing clear came to mind.

v. what i am to you

the warm summer days came and went, so too did the autumn days, and then the winter days before spring finally arrived. along with the changing of the seasons, taehyun and yn’s relationship also changed.

it was like a huge chasm had opened up between them. the pair, who once spoke about everything together, now barely talked to each other. after the break, yn had had the time to think things through and she finally found some answers for herself. yes, she did like her best friend. but did he feel the same way? that question, she left unanswered. as for taehyun, he was still in the dark about what rendered such actions from his closest friend.

in an attempt to restore their friendship, yn would seek out taehyun after classes ended, in hopes that they could rekindle their friendship, yet every time she looked for him in the corridors, he was with his new friends that he had made. frankly, they were intimidating, especially the one kid with dimples, who was super tall.

so, as any intimidated person would do, she avoided their group at all costs, but after school, she would often text taehyun or share some funny videos she saw online. however, as time went on, the replies she got were more distant, and disinterested. sometimes, she dared let herself hope, sending over a cheesy little pickup line, hoping he would take the hint and make the first move, or at least drop a hint. 

one time, she took a plunge into the deep end, sending a maths pickup line. after thinking about it for a while, she followed the video with ‘hahaha jk (unless?)’. in the end, she was once again left disappointed, with his stupid, stupid, logical reply of how ‘u’ and ‘i’ were used in maths, just for something else. for once, the conversation bounced back and forth between the two of them, until taehyun left her on read and never replied.

he was conflicted. did she like him the same way he liked her? those videos that she would send and the follow-up message of how they reminded her of him suggested one possibility, yet her responses when she noticed he was within a 50-meter radius of him suggested otherwise.

god, girls were confusing.

so of course, taehyun did something that, thinking back, was so stupid. he messaged one of the girls who had yn pass on her phone number to him.

they began talking more often, but every time taehyun saw her name flash across his screen, he didn’t feel that familiar spark of anticipation, of excitement. he felt nothing. yet every time his phone vibrated with a new notification from her, his ynnie, he felt fireworks explode in his heart. at the same time, he tried to stamp out these feelings.

“she doesn’t feel the same way” echoed like a mantra in his head. maybe if he told himself that enough times, he would believe it.

maybe talking to another girl wasn’t the best idea, or at least, telling your loud-mouth friends wasn’t the best idea. not even 2 periods had passed since taehyun had told his friend, beomgyu that he was talking to another girl, that at least half the year level knew about this new girl.

yn was only walking past a group of friends huddled together when she caught wind of what they were talking about.

“have you heard? taehyun’s talking to another girl!” one girl stage-whispered. there was a collective gasp. “no way! i thought him and yn were a thing?” another girl gossiped. “haven’t you seen the way taehyun and yn would act? i would’ve thought they were practically in love with each other.” a guy countered. “no way taehyun is talking with a different girl right?”

vi. if only you knew

in a final attempt to save their failing friendship, yn sent taehyun a long message after she got back from school that day. she poured her heart and soul into her message, deleting things and editing it over and over again in her notes app, until she was finally happy with her message. she included how she hoped their friendship could continue, she enjoyed all the moments they shared. maybe they could talk more? the message also eluded to something more, courtesy of her friend, who cheered her on over text to say that.

taking a deep breath, she sent it.

like a woman possessed, yn checked her phone every couple of minutes. while she was doing homework. right after she finished dinner. she flipped her phone after every episode of the kdrama she was watching finished. yet to her dismay, he hadn’t even read her message.

late that night, while she was preparing to head to bed, her phone vibrated, from on her bedside table. her ears pricked up at the sound of the familiar vibration, her heart soaring in her chest when she saw the contact name.

‘tyunnie sent one new message!’

clicking open the message, she felt her heart plummet.

two sentences. it only took two sentences to completely shatter her heart.

‘hey, i saw your message, i hope we can continue being friends too, but as you’ve probably heard, im currently talking to another girl. i hope you understand.”

vii. pretend that we're more than friends

no matter how much effort she put into maintaining their friendship, taehyun’s delayed replies for days and weeks exhausted her. she told herself, it was because of this new girl. she wasn’t envious of her. all she wanted was the best for him and maybe, she wasn’t enough.

after staring mindlessly at her black phone screen, waiting, hoping for a reply, she finally gave up. with a sigh, she turned over her phone, before resting her head on her desk. maybe she should stop getting her hopes up again.

maybe that’s all they’ll be, once best friends, now they were…whatever they were now.

despite all that, she hoped and dreamed that one day, someday, she’ll stop falling in love with her best friend. maybe one day, he would find the one for himself, but until then, she would allow herself to have a bit of hope maybe, pretending in her mind that they were still friends or maybe more than friends, the blurred line between friends and something more.

maybe still, he would be the person she sought out when she entered a classroom or was lost in the crowded hallway, even if all she would ever see was the back of his head. that was enough for her. when the time comes that he finds the one for him, she would happily let him break her heart once again.

in the end, taehyun and the girl had split up. the girl realised her true feelings, while taehyun finally came to terms with his love for his best friend. little did she know that every time she turned away, his longing eyes would search for her familiar silhouette in the crowd, hoping she would turn around and catch his eye.

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A Lovers' Circle (Poly Haishira x Reader) Ch11 The Heart's Not Just A Muscle (plus QnA)

(Or alternate title Yn meets more future inlaws. Hearts conquered so far: Mitsuri, Kanae, Gyomei, Sanemi, and now Giyuu. You can also ask me anything about the au or story and I'll answer honestly next chapter. Also if anyone's confused about why Giyuu is acting like the way he is, in a similar way to Sanemi not being used to others treating him so openly kindly cuz of his appearance- Giyuu also isn't used to just having someone openly be kind and listen to what he has to say. Hope this clears that up.

Also I headcannon Giyuu's sis owns a small restaurant cuz Giyuu mentions her cooking for him in Kimetsu Gauken.)

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The sun was shining outside today. It was still a little chilly being October so you were dawned on a turtleneck as you walked down the street arm and arm with your boyfriend to where you promised Giyuu you'd be meeting him. 

The project was simple. 

You both measured something heavy you struggled to lift (in your case if your case in was the giant heavy sack of flour you always bought and struggled to carrying it all the way back from the store), film yourselves struggling with it, and then document yourselves doing various exercises for one hour every day until the day the project was due. Then you'd see if there was any difference in strength.

"The point is to see if the myth of exercising one hour a day is really good for your physical health," you explained to Gyomei as the two of you walked to where you both would be meeting Shinobu and Giyuu. 

After filming yourselves struggling to pick up something heavy the day after you both discussed the project, Giyuu suggested meeting him and Shinobu at the park the next day after classes to get started on the project. You agreed and now you were heading towards the park with Gyomei after you both got off work and waited for Sanemi to pick up Koto. The scarred man thanked you for the ohagi you have him the other day and asked if you wanted to join him for a movie night with Obinai and Tengen, but you declined explaining you had an important class project to work on. He seemed sad but understood. 

He really was a good man. Gyomei was lucky to have him as a partner. Maybe you two could even become friends!

Gyomei hummed as you two got closer and closer to the park. "Sounds like quite a workout."

"I don't mind! Giyuu seems like a really nice guy and I could use a bit of exercise."

"It's healthy to move around so I agree with you there." 

You both arrived at the park and it was like you remembered. Only the trees were starting to turn autumn colors like browns, yellows, oranges, and reds before falling to the ground. And waiting for you both near the entrance was a familiar couple. Giyuu and Shinobu was sitting on the park bench talking about something before Shinobu shivered causing Giyuu to tilt his head..A moment later he unzipped the blue jacket he wore revealing a sweater underneath, and just plopped it around his girlfriend's shoulders silently without changing his stoic expression. Shinobu didn't change her small smile but looked at the jacket around her shoulders before glancing up at Giyuu and her smile widened slightly.

The two seemed to understand each other without even speaking a word. It made you feel happy that their relationship was healthy in such a way that they understood each other so deeply like that. Giyuu saw you both first, turning to blink at the two of you approaching them. Shinobu turned next smiling happy at you.

"Ah! Right on time. Hello you lovebirds."

"Hi, Giyuu. Hello, Shinobu!," you greeted them politely. "Right on time!"

Giyuu nodded as both stood up. "Yes. And not a moment too soon. Are you ready to start the first hour of our project?"

You nodded and Shinobu smiled at you. "Great! We all can get started then!"

You blinked. "We?"

"Shinobu had to work a double shift Monday," Giyuu explained to you, "As there's an uneven number of people in health class, that's meant she had to either join a group or do a project herself." Oh that's right! Shinobu's studying to become a health teacher so she'd be taking health classes with Giyuu too! "I apologize for not informing you sooner. I hope you don't mind."

"No it's ok. What are you gonna do?"

"Well I was going to see if an apple a day really keeps the doctor away, but forcing myself to eat an apple every day for a month and a half didn't sound appealing. So I'm going to be the one monitoring your time and taking notes!"

"Joined without asking might I add."

"I didn't need to Ask permission." Giyuu gave her smiling face a tired raised brow look.

"Alright then! What are we doing today?"

As if to answer, she held up her hands which held her phone and a note book you hadn't noticed before, and a stop watch securely tied around her neck. "I'll be right behind you both filming the project, documenting everything, and keeping time. You both have the easy parts of moving around." Guess that made sense. She worked in an office so she'd be good at the documenting part. "Walking around the entire park takes about thirty minutes, so we'll have to walk around twice in order to make it an hour."

"Sounds like a plan!" You turned to Gyomei. "Do you want to walk with us?"

"You mentioned walking around the park twice right?" He calmly went to go sit down on the bench. "I'll wait here until you three are finished then we can get dinner together if you wouldn't mind that."

"Sounds great! Should we get started now?" 

Shinobu nodded already positioning her camera to record and setting up the stopwatch. "Uh huh! Ready? Start walking..NOW!"

The first day of the project wasn't so bad. It was just two laps walking all the way around the beautiful park as Shinobu kept notes and kept making sure to check the time on the stopwatch until a little bit before the second lap was over and the device went off signalling one hour. By then it was just a matter of meeting back up with your patient boyfriend. Shinobu just shoved everything into a bag before slinging it over her shoulder. That was it? Huh. This project might be easier than you thought.

"That was really fun! Are we going to do the same thing tomorrow too?"

"I was thinking we'd just walk around the first few days before switching up to something different, but as long as we're consistently moving around for at least one hour a day then it shouldn't matter what we do."

"Great! So where would you like to go eat?"

Giyuu blinked at you. "Huh?"

"Where do you want to eat?," you repeated politely, "We'll go where you want."

Giyuu's eyes widened at you before he looked at Gyomei whom still smiled, then at Shinobu who rose a brow but didn't react otherwise. "I-.." He looked back to you. "Me?"

"Of course! Unless you don't want to pick, you don't have to if you don't want to, but I figured since you've been out here longer, it's only fair you decide where we go. I'm fine with anything really."

Again he looked surprised but slowly his face relaxed again. "I see...Then would you mind if we go to a small restaurant on the other side of town? It's.. farther than most places." He hesitated a bit as if afraid you'd disagree.

"I don't mind."

"It's a seafood restaurant."

"Fish cutlets and shrimp tempura are some of my favorite foods!"

Again blue eyes slightly widened at your smile before Giyuu turned to Gyomei.

"That is fine." He answered happily as if sensing Giyuu's gaze on him. "The last time I had Shrimp tempura I wasn't able to finish it because of a problem." You lightly grimaced remembering Sunday's fiasco with Jake. "I think I know where you have in mind anyways."

Giyuu hummed. "Well..Alright then. I'll show you where it is."

It was almost like when you were going to meet Sanemi and Kanae. Once again following someone else to a part of the large town you've never been to before and to somewhere to eat,but this time instead of following Gyomei you all followed Giyuu whom remained silent and looked ahead-

"Giyuu, where do you work?" He jumped lightly in surprise before turning to your smiling face. "Shinobu works at an office building right? Do you work with her or do you do something else?"

He continued to gaze at your smile before becoming stoic again. "I work part time at MacDougal's." Ah! The local burger chain.

"Oh! I used to work there during summers back in highschool! What position do you have?"

"Janitor and cashier." He was blunt and straight to the point before looking ahead indicating that he might not want to talk about it so you were politely going to just drop the subject. "What did you do?"

You blinked surprised at him. But you weren't the only one. You didn't notice but both Gyomei and Shinobu's heads turned in surprise. However the blue eyed man looked at no one else and continued to walk.

"I actually had the same positions as you most of the time. Take out trash, mop the floors, clean the grills- I swear the worst parts was the bathrooms."

His face grimaced. "Tell me about it." Shinobu's brow rose further as he continued to openly talk with a groan. "It's disgusting."

"And how often the slushie machines 'breaks'?"

"You'd think they'd just admit at this point that  they're too cheap to buy replacement parts for all the old equipment. Makes things a hassle."

"Tell me about it. Is that why you're studying to become a p.e. teacher?"

"That and I think there's not really enough talk about health concerns nowadays. I don't really like fast food too often for that reason."

"That's valid. It's why I started taking cooking classes. A lot of things just taste better made from scratch." That single sentence got him to look at you.

"Someone I know says that exact same thing word for word all the time."

You blinked surprised. "Mitsuri right? She works at the cafe."

"Mmm. No but I don't doubt she'll like homemade things too. If we're lucky, you might be able to meet her at the restaurant."

Oh so he knew the owner! Or someone who worked there. Nice. It was a few more minutes of walking through the streets until you made it to where you needed to go. Only instead of a pub, it was a cozy little cottage looking building. It looked so much like a regular home that you didn't even realize that it was a restaurant until Giyuu reach out and just opened the door. Immediately you four were hit by a wave of delicious smelling shrimp, cooked catfish, and multiple spices.

Blinking you followed them in and was met with an absolutely adorable little shop! The front was all small tables and chairs crammed around and the smells came from a single pair of double doors on the far opposite walls. A little cramped but still adorable. One other single person was there, a woman sitting in the corner reading and drinking a coffee. However a small bell went off above you all as the generic restaurant goes and that signaled to whoever ran it that someone else is here. 

"I'll be there in a minute!," a woman's voice called from behind the double doors.

In the meantime you took notice of the cute lace curtains decorating the windows and the white vase of flowers every table had. It really looked cute and honey. After a moment the double doors opened and out came a woman a few years older than you all. If you had to guess she looked in her late twenties with dark black hair that went down her back in a braid, a bright pink bow in her hair, and striking dark blue eyes that looked familiar. She paused in the doorway, blinked, before smiled widely.

"Giyuu!"

"Hello, Tsutako." You watched as immediately the two people embraced each other. Ah! This must be the person Giyuu was talking about earlier. "I hope we didn't come at a bad time."

"Are you joking? You're always welcome here!" She broke the hug to smile at him brightly. "It's a slow day anyways! Your company is more than welcome! Are you hungry? You look hungry. I'll make you some salmon Daikin."

You looked between the two as they spoke and noticed the shocking realization of how similar they looked. The same dark black hair and the exact same striking dark blue eyes. Oh. You got it now. They were related definitely but you weren't sure how. Siblings?

"Tsutako, I want you to meet Y/n." He gestured to you and she looked at you. "I'm working on a project with her. She's Gyomei's girlfriend."

"Oh. So she's not one of yours." She already seemed understanding of the situation. But for some reason she seemed excited anyways. "So you made a friend!?"

"Friends?"

"Yes! We even share the same class."

Giyuu immediately looked at you surprised. "We are?!"

"Yes! Oh." You gazed up at him. "Would you like to be friends with me?"

Giyuu's surprised face still gazed at you before he opened his mouth, closed it, and then slowly nodded. "Y-Yes. I wo-would like to be friends very much."

"Then we're friends!" 

"Allow me to get all of you something to eat then!" She gestured to a table you all slowly sat down at. "What can I get you all to drink?"

"Water would be find, Tsu. We've been walking around all day, so it's best we get hydrated."

No one argued with Giyuu so Tsutako left only to return a minute later with four glasses of water and passed them around to you four.

"Thank you." You smiled up at her again. "Nice to meet you. Are you related to Giyuu? You both have the same pretty blue eyes."

A choked surprised sound suddenly came from Giyuu and any water in his mouth was spat back into the cup as he sputtered before looking at you wide eyed and jaw dropped. "P-Pretty?!"

Tsutako giggled at his reaction. "Giyuu's my little brother. But thank you. I'm sure Gi-Gi appreciates being called pretty too.~" She swore Giyuu couldn't get much pinker as he stared in flustered shock at you. "I'm so happy he's making more friends at college! He was always so shy as a kid."

"Tsu!"

She giggled once again before turning to Shinobu and Gyomei. "It's so good to see you both again too. I hope Shinobu's been treating you well. How's your sister?"

"Kanae's doing fine. She's working on a large order for a funeral right now."

"Oh I hope everything's alright."

You blinked feeling eyes still on you before you turned back to Giyuu who was still staring at you pink faced and wide eyed. You smiled brightly at him and he quickly looked down at his glass. Aw. He was so sweet when shy. Poor guy must not be used to making friends with people outside his social circle. It's alright. You'd happily become friends with him.

From that day forward you made an effort to go out of your way and be friendly to Giyuu starting the very next day at class. You walked right up to where he was sitting. Calling his name and waving causing Giyuu to jolt when you plopped down next to him all bright and happy. He seemed confused and slightly flustered as you continued to speak to him and continued the behavior. 

Sometimes it wasn't just you and him. Sometimes Shinobu was there and sat with you two. She didn't say much either but was very polite to you. Sometimes you three could only see each other for the one hour a day before you had to leave because themselves or you had something else planned. But whatever the case you'd see them both for at least one hour a day to exercise with Giyuu as Shinobu kept track of time and documented everything.

It was usually just two laps around the park if you all were in a hurry and had to be somewhere else but as the days slowly rolled past, you began to do other exercises. Once or twice yoga, and once you both did sit ups for an hour. Giyuu was an expert at this. Having no problems placing his hands behind his head and repeatedly raising himself up. Meanwhile Shinobu had to hold your legs and encourage you to keep going despite the burning ache in your middle and back afterwards.

Other than the project things seemed to be going well. 

Whenever you saw Giyuu around when not working on the project, you almost made sure to wave at him. He just looked away and sped up his walking the first few times but the more days that went by the more used to you he seemed to get. He'd nod to you or give a quick wave before leaving you to your business. 

Gyomei wasn't with you all the time outside of work either. He had other partners and needed to spend time with them and by himself too which you respected. So most of the time it really was just you and Giyuu and sometimes Shinobu. You made it a habit to copy your notes from health classes or get Giyuu to make you both copies of the lessons since you couldn't go every day with your job either. It surprised her the first time you gave her notes or offered to send her the recordings you took of you both walking around or whatever it was you two did that day. 

Sometimes you even visited Giyuu's sister's restaurant! Tsutako was a very polite woman and very polar opposite of her brother. While both siblings were quiet and reserved, Tsutako spoke more and showed more emotion. You learnt a little bit more about her too. She owned the restaurant with her husband who was the cook. You met him once too. Seemed like a nice guy. Loved to cook and was delighted to try out the breaded bass recipe you recommend to him.

October came and passed and with it Halloween. Then November came out and with it slightly nippier weather. You suspected you'd have to change in your jacket for a coat soon. It was one day pretty early in the morning after the two of you were just walking around the park again without Shinobu or anyone else there that you suggested to him going to Tsutako's restaurant again to eat if he wasn't busy.

"There's no need to bother her today as her restaurant is closed on weekends."

"Oh. Do you maybe wanna stop by the campus cafe again? I'm sure Mitsuri's said they're serving warm donuts with every purchase of hot chocolate."

"It's no bother," he assured you holding up a hand, "I'm sure there's something at home I can whip up."

"Oh! You can cook?"

"I only cook when I have the time and energy to do so. So I usually eat leftovers or whatever's in the fridge."

"Oh.. Doesn't that get tiring after a while?"

He shrugged. "Not that I'm sick or tired of that, but with so little change in my diet, I can feel myself being worn out from the usual things I eat."

"Doesn't your sister cook for you sometimes?"

He nodded. "She's always telling me to try opening up a little more to new things. I feel bad for making her feel more worried than she should."

F/c eyes stared at him for a long moment looking him up and down, before a smile spread across her lips as he blinked. "That's alright. Are you heading home now?"

Giyuu nodded. "I promised Shinobu I'd clean up the apartment after we finished today's part of the assignment. I'll see you tomorrow at the park again."

"Alright. See you later."

He went home and found himself just eating leftover MacDougal's takeout and ramen noodles again. Being a broke college student didn't really provide much outside of leftovers, ramen, and cheap groceries. That night consisted of him getting into a cold bed alone until a small warmth curled up against his back.

"Tough day?"

"Yes."

"Want to cuddle?"

".....yes."

Shinobu didn't change her expression at all when he flopped around and just buried himself into her warmth. "I'm sorry I didn't clean up like I promised you. Tired."

"It's ok. We can try again tomorrow. Don't worry about it now."

The next morning was better. He felt less tired and more energized than last night and was able to get some house chores done. At the moment he was enjoying the peace and quiet of the calm morning. Sipping on some coffee his girlfriend gave him and just all around enjoying not having to do anything else right now. 

That was until the doorbell rang.

DING DONG!!

The sound of it had both look up from the kitchen table and towards the door that was clearly visible from the kitchen.After a second he sighed and slowly made himself stand up. He'll get it. Shinobu was busy compiling the footage of their work so far and labeling the dates with the right videos. She was more tech savvy than him so she'd be better at doing it anyways. What he was expecting was someone at the door. What he WASN'T expecting was to open it and find f/c orbs smiling at him from the door steps.

"Hi, Giyuu!," you greeted from the footsteps before shivering from the cold. "Chilly today isn't it?"

He stared stoic but still lightly surprised. "Yes." Eventually he answered slowly raising a brow. "I thought we weren't going to meet until later."

"We weren't but I have something for you." He blinked as a giant paper bag was heaved up and into his arms. The paper crinkling with the shift of ownership.

He looked at it then at her then back to the bag. "..What is this?"

"Some new food you can try." Blue eyes shown up to her so fast. "You mentioned getting a bit tired with your usual food so I made you some new dishes to try out for a few days." Her hand gestured to the large bag "You got some saba no shioyaki, tonkatsu, a container of onigiri in there somewhere, katsudon, oyakodon, a salad, and some homemade taiyaki. Oh. I also made you some salmon Daikin and there's one container of ginger tsukudani for Shinobu. They might not be very good because it's my first time making them."

"Why?"

"Your sister mentioned that it's your favorite food, and Kanae told me when I asked about-"

"No. Just..." His face slowly slipped down to the bag again. Just staring at it. "Why?"

"Oh... It's because sometimes we all just need someone to reach out and help." Giyuu continued to face his head down at the bag but dark eyes reflected back warmth in a smile. "I've noticed that you've been stressed lately and it's fine that you don't want to talk to me about it, but if you'd ever like to I'd be happy to listen to you."

For a moment there was nothing but the silence of that cold morning. Nothing but the slow rising of a man's head and the beautiful warmth of the woman's smile reflected back off dark seas that made up eyes. Beholding each other with such drastic beauties. 

"You go ahead and take today off. I'll just do the project myself today and email Shinobu the video when I'm done walking around. Relax and get better soon. Ok? If you need to call me just ask Mei or Shinobu for my number. They both have it. And don't worry about my tupperware. You can give it back to me when you're all finished. No rush."

He continued to stare but flinched as a warm hand patted one of his still holding onto the bag before she turned and began walking away from the home. The chilly morning air not giving way to the pink warmth that rose up from his heart quickly spreading from his chest to his neck, face, and ears. 

[onlyonetifosi]

The sun beat down on the asphalt of the Alpha Tauri garage as YN stepped out of her car, her heart racing from the intense practice session. She was only 19 and had managed to secure a spot on the grid as a rookie driver, an achievement that both thrilled and intimidated her.

As YN entered the paddock, she noticed the seasoned drivers glancing at her, their eyes filled with curiosity and skepticism. She felt a growing sense of unease, believing their scrutiny was rooted in disdain for her as a female driver.

As she glanced around, Y/N couldn't help but notice the sidelong glances and hushed whispers from the other drivers. It wasn't an easy journey for her to make it to this level. She had fought against countless obstacles, especially being a female driver in a predominantly male sport. But she was determined to prove herself, to shatter the glass ceiling and show that gender was irrelevant when it came to skill and passion.

Her teammate, Yuki Tsunoda, seemed distant. Ever since the departure of his previous teammate, Pierre Gasly, he had been melancholic. But Y/N couldn't help but wonder if his cold demeanor had something to do with her presence in the team. She felt like an outsider, like she didn't belong.

"Hey, Y/N, feeling the pressure yet?" Oscar Piastri, one of the other rookies, asked, a smirk playing on his lips. Y/N's heart sank. Even the other newcomers seemed to harbor resentment towards her.

"Yeah, it's pretty intense," Y/N replied, her voice betraying her unease. Logan Sargeant, the other rookie, didn't say a word but kept his gaze focused on the ground, avoiding eye contact with her.

The hate didn't stop there. Social media was a cesspool of derogatory comments and harassment, and old-fashioned journalists made snide remarks about her capabilities as a female driver. Y/N felt like she was drowning in a sea of negativity, her self-confidence slowly eroding away.

Y/N's smile faltered, and she kept her head down, trying to focus on her own preparations. The comments hurt, but she had anticipated some resistance as the only female driver on the grid.

The weight of the racing world bore down on Y/N's shoulders. She faced constant scrutiny, not only from fans and social media but also from old-fashioned journalists who doubted her abilities solely because of her gender. Hate messages flooded her social media, questioning her worthiness, and sowed seeds of self-doubt in her mind.

As the day dawned, anxiety gripped Y/N. The pressure to perform weighed heavily on her, amplifying the existing tensions. She found herself isolated, her self-assurance crumbling under the weight of prejudice.

One morning, before the drivers' briefing, Y/N's anxiety reached a boiling point. The prospect of facing the negativity head-on overwhelmed her. In a secluded corner of the paddock, she was consumed by a panic attack, her breaths shallow and rapid.

Amidst the chaos of the pit lane, a group of drivers noticed Y/N's distress. Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, Charles Leclerc and others exchanged concerned glances before swiftly approaching her. They had been oblivious to the hardships she faced, lost in their own world of competition and rivalries.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Max Verstappen, the reigning champion, asked gently.

Y/N tried to speak, but her words came out as choked sobs. The drivers surrounded her, creating a protective circle, shielding her from the harsh world beyond.

"Y/N, are you alright?" Lando asked gently, crouching down to her level.

Y/N's teary eyes met theirs, disbelief mingling with gratitude. "I... I thought... nobody cared."

Charles Leclerc, who had previously been distant, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We may have been blind to your struggles, but we care, Y/N. You don't have to face this alone, we should have been there for you, Y/N. We're a team, on and off the track."

"Hey, it's alright. You're not alone," Lando Norris reassured her, offering a comforting hand on her shoulder.

Pierre Gasly stepped forward, his expression filled with regret. "You're not alone in this, YN. We're a team, and that means supporting each other. I'm sorry I left you feeling isolated."

Oscar and Logan nodded in agreement, their expressions apologetic. "We never meant to make you feel unwelcome. We were just trying not to overwhelm you," Oscar confessed.

One by one, the drivers shared words of encouragement and support. They apologized for not realizing the struggles she had been silently enduring. Y/N felt a wave of relief washing over her, knowing she wasn't alone in this battle. Yuki Tsunoda, her teammate, stepped forward last.

"Y/N, I want you to know that I wasn't avoiding you because I dislike you," Yuki said sincerely. "I miss Pierre, and it took me a while to adjust. I'm sorry for not being there for you when you needed it."

Tears filled Y/N's eyes again, but this time they were tears of relief and gratitude. "I understand, Yuki. Thank you for saying that."

One by one, the drivers shared their own struggles and insecurities, their experiences of being judged and doubted. Y/N listened, her heart swelling with a newfound connection. She wasn't alone anymore; she had allies in this demanding world.

With time, the panic attack subsided, leaving Y/N exhausted but filled with a renewed sense of purpose. She wiped away her tears and took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of friendship surrounding her.

As they made their way back to the briefing, united, Y/N felt a change in the air. The other drivers who had once seemed cold and distant now greeted her with genuine smiles and words of encouragement, Yn realized that the comments and glances she had interpreted as hostility were often mere misunderstandings. The other drivers hadn't realized the impact of their actions until it was too late. She accepted their heartfelt apologies, knowing that they had truly learned from this experience.

From that moment on, things began to change. The drivers stood up against the hate on social media, using their platforms to spread positivity and challenge the status quo. Journalists started to focus on Y/N's skills and potential rather than her gender.

On the track, Y/N's performance improved as her newfound support system lifted her spirits. The paddock buzzed with admiration for her resilience, and fans began to rally behind her.

Through her struggles, Y/N had found her place in the Formula 1 family. She had made friends who understood and supported her unconditionally.

The bond she shared with Max, Lando, Charles, Oscar, and Logan grew stronger with each passing race. They formed a united front against discrimination and worked together to create a more supportive environment for future generations of racers.

Y/N's journey from a rookie filled with doubt to a confident driver was far from easy, but her resilience, and the support of her newfound friends, proved that no challenge was insurmountable. And as she stood on the podium, a symbol of triumph over adversity, she knew that her victory extended far beyond the racetrack.

She looked out at the crowd, feeling their unwavering support, and said, "To all the young girls out there dreaming big: Don't let anyone tell you that you can't achieve your goals. We belong here, and we're here to stay."

The crowd erupted in applause, the sound echoing through the stadium. Y/N's journey had been one of struggle, but ultimately, it was a story of triumph over adversity. And she knew that together with her newfound friends, they would continue to pave the way for future generations of female drivers in Formula 1.

[blueiight]

!!! happy belated birthday!!!!!!! 🫂♡🎉

thank u so much!

[final-girl96]

Broken World: Chapter Twenty-Two

The Farm

When we got back to the highway Dale had all kinds of questions. He asked Andrea if she was okay and she just walked right past him. After the CDC incident he took her gun and she still didn't forgive him for that or for forcing her to leave the CDC before it blew. Glenn tried to explain to him what had happened but couldn't tell him much seeing as we didn't know anything. After discussing everything it was decided that Glenn would take Carol's car and get T-Dog to the farm the women had mentioned before riding off with Lori.

Carol didn't want to leave incase Sophia found her way back, Dale didn't want to leave the RV, Andrea decided to stay with Carol, and Daryl decided he would stay too. That left me. “I'm gonna stay,” I said. We said goodbye to Glenn and T-Dog, telling them that we would see them tomorrow morning, and watched them turn around, and drive the opposite direction.

Once they were out of sight Carol went back to standing near the guardrail and looked into the woods. Andrea had stormed back into the RV and slammed the door shut when Dale asked her if she was alright after Glenn told him what happened. The sun was starting to go down and night would be coming in a couple of hours. “I'm just gonna look around to make sure there aren't any walkers stumbling around close by.” I turned from the group avoiding Carol's cold and heartbroken gaze.

I wish there was more I could do. And that is exactly why when I was far enough away from the others I slipped back into the woods. Should I be in the woods alone while it's nearing night? Probably not. But I was trying to put myself in the shoes of a mother whose child has gone missing. I would never know what exactly it feels like but I imagined that Carol was going through several emotions. She was scared, stressed, maybe even angry at herself for not being with her daughter when it happened.

I know if I were in her situation I would be full of anxiety and I would blame myself more than I would blame anyone else. I understand why she's putting blame on Rick. He was the one that went after her and he didn't come back with her. He left on her own. And I know Carol understands why he made the decisions he did. I understand why she turned to me. I'm a detective…was a detective. I used to hunt down people; it was my job to find the clues others missed.

I find myself back where Rick said he left Sophia while he led a couple walkers away. The tracks were faint but they were still there. I followed them where they split off in the opposite direction of the highway. “Why did you go the wrong way?” I knelt down to look closer at the tracks but I couldn't see any other sign of what might have happened. I didn't see any other footprints besides Sophia's and the ones from us. there wasn't any indication that there were any walkers that scared her in this direction.

I continued following the path Daryl, Rick, and I took until I came to the walker they had killed and gutted. “Sophia!” I walked past the walker and back onto a path, keeping an eye out for anything out of place. The forest was getting darker as the sky lost its light. I should have turned back and went back to the RV but I didn't…I kept going deeper into the woods.

Eventually night had completely settled over us, my eyes slowly adjusted to the dark, the moon shining through the treetops in spots gave some light but not much. I stood in the middle of the forest, spinning in a slow circle. At some point I had gone off the path without realizing. I had no sense of direction in the dark and in a place I wasn't familiar with. I was an okay track but I wasn't as good as Daryl, nowhere near as good as him. I was far away from the highway…nobody would hear me if I called out for them. I was lost and alone.

Daryl

I watch yn go off on her own down the highway. Having her around again was awkward and brought feelings back to the surface that I would rather keep hidden. I turned away for a second to pull out a cigarette and light it when I looked back she was gone. I stay looking in that direction the whole time I smoke the cigarette and a good ten minutes after before going into the RV.

Dale was on top of the RV keeping watch, Andrea was sitting at the table reloading all the magazines for the guns, and Carol was in the back, laying down and crying softly. I let out a deep sigh and lay down on the floor between the kitchen and table. I used my pack wasẃèas a pillow and threw my arm over my eyes, closing them, and trying to get some shut eye. I laid there for twenty minutes trying and failing to go to sleep. I couldn't block out Carol's soft cries and I couldn't stop thinking about yn.

What was she doing? Did she come back yet? Was she up on the roof with Dale? What if something happened? I had this gut feeling she was in trouble. I sat up, looked at Carol for a brief second and stood up, took a full magazine from Andrea and went outside. “You see yn at all?” I asked Dale, looking up at him. He looked down at me and shook his head. “No, I've been keeping an eye out for her but I have seen her. As a matter-of-fact I don't even see her on the highway.”

I didn't want to give a shit. Why should I? She made Merle a suspect in some fucking murder he had no part in. Then had him arrested and put away for three years. She fucking left without saying goodbye. I hated the feelings she made me feel. Shouldn't be feeling shit for her. She's younger than me and deserved better than a piece of shit redneck. But my gut tightened at the thought of her out there alone in the dark. Dumb bitch probably went looking for that little girl and got herself lost. “Fuckin’ christ. I'll go find her. Last thing we need is for someone else gettin’ lost.”

[loving-jin]

Do you ever think about life - Kim Seokjin

Summary: lazy, comfort time with Jin who deals with your romantic existential thoughts Pairings: Jin x yn (female) Warnings: none, just love and comfort Words: 731 All rights reserved

Hello! I am back again for a drabble about my sweet man, Jin! It's just a silly comfort one I wrote for the times we feel like we need a little bit more love:) Feedback and reblogs are appreciatable!

The soft light of the long-risen sun was reflecting on your face as you stretched your arms a little, snuggling better in your bed. You felt a familiar scent back on your nostrils, a scent that reminded you of home. It was no other of your boyfriend, Seokjin. In your teddy matching pajamas that Jin highly insisted that you both buy on a random shopping spree on a free day, you laid peacefully in bed, your head safely tucked under Jin's jaw. His hand was lazily drawing circles on your back, slowly as he touched you between small naps that the both of you occasionally got. Your breath was even from the comforting scenery and the fact that not you nor your boyfriend had nowhere to go. You were thanking great heavens for Jin's well earned vacation given by his company. The soft scent of Jin's earthy aroma mixed with the remaining of his always worn fragrance was intoxicating to you, making you feel as if you were flying at the sky during a midnight dream.

"Baby?" you asked quietly, breaking the comfortable silence covering the both of you. The thing with Jin was that you didn't need to be talking or feeling anxious about finding any topics to start a conversation, your mind and heart was at the same ease while being silent. "Hm?" his raspy voice echoed against your ear, this being the only thing audible in the room, "what is it sweetheart?" a small smile appeared on his face, the kind of the ones you loved that were full of comfort and love. "Do you ever think about life?" you looked up to meet his eyes, placing your head against his shoulder. Seokjin made sure to place his arms differently so he'd still be engulfing you in his embrace. "Hm I'm not sure what you mean there" he chuckled lightly while fixing his position against the pillows so he could lock eyes with you. "Do you ever think how life would be if we didn't meet? How the smallest of events actually mean so much to the people we become?" you frowned on your own thoughts. "Hm" he tilted his head slightly, an also puzzled look on his face as he seemed to be thinking about it deeply. It was amazing how he'd always seem to be minding you and your worries no matter how small or stupid they seemed.

"It seems you've thought about it quite well" he humphed, his long fingers twirling the edges of your hair. "I've starting to realize how important this is. For moments like these. Where I can be myself" your grip became a little bit tighter around his torso. Jin turned down to you and smiled once again, sitting up, so his back was against the bed board. Swiftly, he passed his hands under your waist, placing you on his stretched out legs. Your arms naturally found their way around him as your front was against Jin's chest. Quietly, he rocked you just a tiny bit, your cheek squished against his broad chest. "I've been starting to get life more seriously now that I'm with you hm?" he looked down at you as he placed his finger under your chin encouraging you to meet his sight. "I do think of stuff like that sometimes. I don't know how or why, but we ended up together. And I'm so grateful for those series of events. Cause those have changed my life for the better" he said placing a small kiss on your lips, smiling.

"You are indeed the best part of me" you smiled back. "I'm not" Jin nodded negatively, grinning. "Hey" you frowned, pouting. "I don't want you to discredit yourself even a tiny bit. All this awesomeness comes directly from you. I don't play any role. I believe every different people bring out a different version of ourselves. And I'm happy to know that you bring out mine. My love, my darling" "Jin, what you said was so beautiful" you giggled, kissing his cheek. "Do I get more kisses for stuff like these?" he giggled back at your cuteness, before planting one on his own. "Hey, I'm the rewarder here" you playfully told him. "What about a change of roles?" he frowned teasingly before starting to pepper your face with kisses. He was indeed the one. The one for you.

[wantsobadminsung]

Broken heart on the beach 🙁 🏖️ 🐚

I walked hand in hand with my eight friends along the sandy shoreline, feeling the soft breeze on my face. It was a beautiful summer day and we had decided to spend it at the beach, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the refreshing waves of the ocean. My heart fluttered with excitement as I glanced at Minho and Jisung, the two guys I had secretly fallen in love with.

As we reached the water's edge, laughter filled the air. Christopher, Seungmin and Jeongin splashed each other playfully, while Felix and Changbin tackled each other into the waves. Hyunjin, always the reliable one, stayed close to me, sensing my unease. He knew about my feelings for Minho and Jisung, and he had been the one person I confided in.

But today, the sight of Minho and Jisung together, their laughter and affectionate gestures, tugged at my heartstrings. They were in a relationship, and it pained me to see them so blissfully unaware of my affection. I tried my best to hide my emotions and joined in the laughter, masking my true feelings behind forced smiles.

Just as I was about to dip my toes in the water, a sudden muscle spasm shot through my leg, taking me by surprise. Panic washed over me as I struggled to keep myself afloat. Fear consumed my thoughts, and I shouted for help, my voice choked with desperation.

Within seconds, Hyunjin, who was already by my side, sprang into action. He swiftly swam towards me, his arms strong and steady. "Don't be scared, YN," he reassured me, his voice calm amidst the chaos. "I've got you. I won't let anything happen to you."

In his protective embrace, I felt a mix of gratitude and sadness. Gratitude for his quick response and willingness to help, but sadness because it was him, not Minho or Jisung, who came to my rescue. I couldn't help but feel invisible to the two guys who held my heart captive.

As Hyunjin brought me safely back to the shore, I noticed the worry etched on his face. He gently laid me down on the sand and signaled for the others to gather around. Minho and Jisung finally noticed my distress and hurried towards me, concern filling their eyes.

"I'm okay," I murmured softly, brushing off their worry. "I just need a moment alone. I think I'll go back to the hotel and rest."

Hyunjin interjected, offering his assistance once again. "Do you want me to come with you? I can stay by your side until you feel better."

I mustered a small smile and shook my head. "Thank you, Hyunjin, but I'll be fine. I just need some time alone."

The disappointment was evident in Hyunjin's eyes, but he respected my decision. The rest of our friends gathered around, expressing their concern and offering their support. I felt a bittersweet pang in my heart as I realized how lucky I was to have such caring friends, even if my feelings for two of them were left unrequited.

As I made my way to my hotel room, tears welled up in my eyes, silently falling down my cheeks. I knew that confessing my love for Minho and Jisung would only complicate our friendship and potentially destroy the beautiful relationship they shared. It was a painful sacrifice I had to make, for the sake of preserving the harmony of our friendship.

In the solitude of my room, I allowed myself to cry, releasing the pent-up emotions that had been weighing me down. It was a difficult realization to accept, but I knew that keeping my feelings hidden was for the best. So, with a heavy heart, I closed my eyes and let sleep take over, hoping that tomorrow would bring a renewed sense of strength.

The night was restless as my thoughts kept circling back to the events of the day. I couldn't shake off the feeling of loneliness that washed over me. It was a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that the ones I loved were out of my reach, oblivious to my affection.

Determined to distract myself, I decided to take a stroll along the moonlit beach. The gentle sound of waves crashing against the shore provided a soothing backdrop as I walked, my footsteps leaving imprints in the sand.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice behind me. It was Hyunjin, his footsteps matching mine as he caught up to me. "Mind if I join you?" he asked softly, his voice carrying a mix of concern and understanding.

I smiled softly at him, grateful for his presence. "Not at all, Hyunjin. It's nice to have someone to talk to."

We walked in comfortable silence for a while, the moon casting its ethereal glow on the water. Finally, I couldn't contain my thoughts any longer.

"Hyunjin, what do you think about love?" I ventured, testing the waters. "Do you believe that some connections are just not meant to be?"

He paused for a moment, his eyes focused intently on the horizon. "Love is a complicated thing, YN," he replied, his voice gentle. "Sometimes, we find ourselves in situations where we have to make difficult choices, and it's not always fair or easy."

His words hit home, resonating deeply within me. "What if you love someone, but you can't be with them?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

Hyunjin sighed, a mixture of empathy and sadness crossing his face. "It's a painful place to be, YN. But sometimes, love means letting go. It means preserving the happiness we share with the people we care about, even if it breaks our own hearts."

His words struck a chord within me, and tears welled up in my eyes as I realized the truth in his wisdom. Love wasn't always about possessing someone or being possessed. Sometimes, it meant sacrifice and putting the happiness of others before our own.

As we continued our walk, a sense of peace settled over me. Hyunjin's presence had provided solace, reminding me that I wasn't alone in my struggles. He had always been there, supporting me, even when I didn't realize it.

Back at the hotel, I said my goodnights to Hyunjin, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for his friendship. He had been my rock, my confidant when I needed it the most.

In the solitude of my room, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, finding strength in the realization that love wasn't always about romantic relationships. It could be found in deep friendships too.

As I drifted off to sleep, I vowed to cherish the bond I shared with all my friends, including Minho and Jisung. And in doing so, I hoped to find a love and happiness of my own, even if it wasn't the one I had initially imagined.

[thesparklingwriter]

08: i am not a package

tags: modern au, yn is a famous celebrity, zhongli is a billionaire

summary: when you were younger, it was easy to ignore the problems that surrounded having money or talent. but as the years go by and adult life places more emphasis on these two things, how do you keep promises made in your youth? And how well can you rebuild relationships that have spent years on the back burner?

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The giddy feeling in Zhongli’s chest increases as he approaches the car. Did you find it weird that he remembers your favourite chocolate from years ago? Do you find it weird that he sent you a car? 

He opens the door for you, and you almost jump, looking up from your phone suddenly. You’ve not changed since the day he first saw you—the same hopeful glint shining in your eyes, even as they well up with tears. You look beautiful. So beautiful that the years and money he’s spent trying to find a valid reason to reach out to you no longer seem so wasteful.

He extends his hand out to you but you ignore the gesture, throwing yourself into his arms.

“I’ve missed you,” You sob against his chest. “So, so much.”

His heart swells at your words, as hearing your voice in person for the first time in years. He wants to pick up where you left off—bundle you into his arms and kiss you until the sun comes down, but he knows he needs to exercise restraint. He settles for stroking your hair lightly.

You pull away from him, looking up at him with awe. He’s stunning, finally grown out of the awkward phase he was in when you last parted. His hair is longer than you’d even seen him with before.

It takes every fraction of strength in your body to not run your hands through it, to not cradle his face and wipe his tears away, for fear of being too affectionate too soon. But Zhongli doesn’t seem to care as he does just that.

“You look stunning, my dear.” He says softly.

You hiccup as you laugh, pressing the heels of your hands to your eyes. “Even as I cry my eyes out?”

Zhongli smiles at you, a smile that radiates his affection for you as he replies. “Even as you cry your eyes out.” He takes your hand. “Shall we?”

You look around in awe as Zhongli leads you to the building before you. Its traditional style clashes with the more modern building in other gated plots but seems to be such a perfect representation of him that you can't even bring yourself to complain.. He’s always liked traditional things, you think, as he opens the door. Your awe seems to be short-lived, as you turn to face him once again, a devious glint in your eyes.

“So what’s the plan? Do you have a bowling alley here somewhere?” You slip an arm around his waist, and the familiarity of it makes Zhongli lose his train of thought. You’re doing this on purpose. You have to be.

“Unfortunately, there’s no bowling alley.” He smiles.

“Why am I even here then?” You chuckle. You want to pretend to be excited about every corner of the house, but he’d see straight through that. You’re here for him. You don't truly care what you do, as long as you get to do it with him. As you walk, you watch Zhongli carefully. Surely he’s aware that you’ve put two and two together—that you’ve figured out that the Rex Lapis of your childhood and the Zhongli of your future are the same person. You watch him clench and unclench his jaw slightly as he thinks of what to say.

But you’re perfectly happy with things the way they are, albeit silent.

“When were you going to tell me?” You ask.

“Tell you that I bought your company?” Zhongli says. “I’d assumed you’d figured it out a long time ago.”

“You overestimate my abilities,” you slide your arms around Zhongli’s neck and he smiles, carefully drawing circles on your back. It’s strange how you feel no distance between the two of you–even though years have passed, it still feels like the day you first kissed. He’d looked at you with the same amount of affection and joy back then as he does now–if not more. Maybe absence really does make the heart grow fonder.

You lean into him, pressing your face into his chest, feeling his heart beating frantically. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t know you had this effect on him, but you allow yourself to have this moment. One thing your relationship with Zhongli has taught you is that things can change in the blink of an eye–and you don't want to risk that all over again.

“Yn,” he whispers suddenly, stroking your hair. “Can I kiss you?”

You look up at him for a second, surprised at his forwardness, before nodding happily.

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[springfallendeer]

More Mer!AU tings uwu some spicy things

Actually no, just casual pinning after yn pls and thx

(Your gifting lore really made me swoon)

Hmm. Choices. Choices. @juicyyyboxxx enjoy~

In the weeks following the incident with Sun, you had come to realize a few things.

Those things being that the friendly, helpful behavior of the Poly-viathans was not entirely as innocent as it seemed. You had been foolish to assumed as much.

All of those times that the creatures had been bringing you food and resources, they had not merely been trying to help you. They had been trying to provide for you. To care for you.

Or in other words, they were flirting with you.

Their gifts were some sort of a mating display. One that had flown over your head because of your own foolish human perspective.

But Sun and Moon are not human. For as intelligent as they are, they simply do not exist in the same mindset as you. They have been shaped by the realities of a world that constantly tests their ability to survive.

And what was the ultimate goal of survival?

Reproduction.

These strange alien creatures had, for whatever reason, come to the conclusion that you were a desirable mate. You had no idea why. You were small and frail, compared to them. Not to mention completely different from them from a biological aspect.

Yet here they were. Bringing you little gifts. Delivering to you things that they knew you needed or wanted, because that was how they were conditioned to flirt with you.

And now you knew that they were flirting with you. Because they had seemingly realized that you were unfamiliar with their seduction tactics.

That was why Sun had jumped you the way he did. You had been reciprocating his advanced, on some level. But you had never actually flirted back. So he had gotten bold and made a move on you to, and you had accepted his advances then.

Everything had gone so fast. Everything had gotten messy. But it would be a lie to say you didn't enjoy it.

Just as it would be a lie to say that you didn't find their flirting endearing, in a way. Strange as it was, it was very sweet.

You can't help but smile as Sun swims over to you, a fish securely held in his claws. He doesn't offer it to you immediately. Rather, he swims in a small circle around you, spinning about a bit as he does.

He's showing off his body. Displaying himself as a healthy, able bodied male. He fans his long, luxurious fins. Sunlight dances across his scales. His body seemingly glitters like fire and gold as he dances through the light. All the while he trills at you sweetly.

He brushes against you with his tail as he draws closer. Until finally he comes to a stop beside you.

His body has twisted and bent so that he arches around you. He holds the fish close to his chest, sweetly smiling at you.

This is all part of the courtship. You realize it now. He shows shows off his skill as a hunter by catching you a meal of a suitable size. Then he further shows off his physique by performing an underwater acrobatic dance around you. Then he waits for your approach. He waits for your approval.

Approve you do. Though you don't need the fish, you accept it. He willingly relinquishes it to you, trilling louder as he does so. He's excited. You secure it in your inventory to assure that it won't escape, and he watches as you do so.

Then he ushers closer to you, breaking that small distance between your bodies. He wraps his arms around your smaller body, pulling you flush against him.

He shares his body heat with you. Comfortable and warm. A stark contrast to the chill of the surrounding water.

You feel his chest vibrate as he squeaks and whistles. The pattern he uses is very specific. You haven't figured out if its his way of calling your name, or if its his way of saying 'I love you'. Either way, you enjoy it.

He nuzzles the top of your head as he makes these alluring sounds. You respond in turn by teaching him something about human courtship.

Risky as it is, you pry off your breathing apparatus to expose your face.

Kissing is such a simple thing, and yet it seems that his kind don't partake in it. They nuzzle, and they lick, and they use their teeth to scrape against each other's skin. But they do not kiss.

Still, he seems to enjoy when you press your lips against him. He recognizes it as a sign of affection.

He's a little overeager in returning the kiss, but you don't mind. You like the way he presses his mouth against yours. You like the way his lips seem to vibrate slightly as he continues to click and trill. He sings his enthusiasm to you as you walk him through the process of a passionate kiss.

If not for the fact that you had to breath, you would have kissed him for longer. But you're inevitably forced to break the kiss to put your breathing apparatus back on.

He lets out one last trill before letting go of you.

Just like that he bolts away. Either intent on catching himself a meal, or intent on finding something else to return with. So that he can flirt with you all over again.

Regardless, you're left with the feeling of his warmth. With the taste of saltwater, and his lips, upon your tongue. Your blush hidden only by the mask that you wear to allow you to breathe as you explore these watery depths.

[javierismylover1899]

Go back to Texas

Female x Javier escuella

:yn and Javier got separated years ago and sees the Javier in Saint Denis

I sat watching the boats take off from the harbor and the sun set in the morning I’m setting off to new Austin to see what lies ahead it feels like I have been in lagas for a long time all that’s here is swamp

I have been helping Martelli while I was in town he invited me to a boat party nothing much but ritch snobs and drunks

I sat in front of the mirror in my hotel room now after looking at the clock seeing it was Close to time to be on the boat I put on my dress it had the shoulders cut off and it had white lace down the middle with red hims my hair was curled the corset I had on made me feel like I chould not breathe this is nothing like a bounty hunting clothes I have been rideing around in for weeks

The lady Martelli had dressing me took one look at me

“There you go miss you look splendid” she said

“Thank you” I said shakeing my head I placed my hand on my stomach trying to breathe with such tight clothes on

I got into the wagon feeling the night air hit my neck it was cool and Chrisp i watched the people walk up the boat ramp dressed in elegant clothing I walked up to the guard smileing walking past him onto the boat I chould hear the people laughing the woman chatting and the men playing poker

I started to walk to the bar hopping to get a drink to calm my nerves when a guard hit my shoulder I stumbled back smelling a sent of strong cologne that made my chest drop as I went to turn around to look at the guard he was already to far away I shook it off and walked to the bar

“Ah madam what would you like to drink” said the bartender who had a thick accent

“Whisky on ice” I said

He gave me a drink I shook the glass making the ice move around the glass like horses in a corral would in circles I saw it in my mind makeing me think of ranch life

The sunrise in the morning the mist on the grass a dog barking at something random and a feel of warm hands on my waist

I do miss him I never stopped missing him he was always in the back of my mind

He is never gone but he is silent waiting and watching for his memory to come back it always hits me when I don’t need it to

I felt a hand on my shoulder

“You came come join me on the top deck and have a drink” said Lee

He is a friend of mine we run a moonshine business or I did before I told him to do it for me I was not caught up for That and he needed the money more than me

As I walked up the stairs seeing the moonlight hit the ships floors from the deck a small room was on the top deck it had two guards and some other rich people sitting at a table drinking

I herd some more chatter come up the stairs

“The cowboy herself” said Desmond Blythe

“Desmond”I said shooting a smile

“Martelli told me you would be here”said Desmond

“Well I’m getting payed aint I”I said shooting back my drink

“Go on have you a seat in there my men will assist you” he said

“Well I better get downstairs I have poker to play”said lee

“I thought you hated poker” I said

“I do that’s why I’m robbing the hell out of these rich foke”he chuckled

I walked inside the room takeing a drink from the man

Two guards were standing in front of a huge vault

“What you guarding there” I asked sheepishly

“Why do you need to know” said one of the guards

“Hey look I’m getting payed to protect this place I don’t think you need to be asking me questions” I said

“Yeah right a woman is gonna protect this place you place is cooking and birthing” said the man

I wipped put a badge that was inside of my gauder

“See this read me what is says” I said

“Bounty hunter” he said

“Yes I have taken out some of the most dangerous gangs from lemoyone to new Austin” I said

“Not the most dangerous” he said laughing

“What”I said taken aback

“Have you not read a News paper lady”he said

“Not in some time why”I said

“The vanderland gang has robbed Cornwall 4 times and over 3 banks in the spand of 5 months”he said

My heart dropped as I herd the name I have not herd anything of it sense I left the gang

“Maybe they do it to get by” I said mumbled under my breath

“You say that like you know”he said lighting a cigarette handing the lighter to the guard next to him

“They are just like any ole criminals that need to hang stealing our money”said a man at the table

I bit back my words

“Why would you defend a gang”said the guard

“I don’t know I I just have herd rumors that’s all that’s all I am a bounty hunter that hears rumors”I said

“You need to be layed down like a real woman only men need to do that work” said one guy sitting a the table that was already drunk

I saw the other gurd who has not spoke tighten his hands on his gun

The doors on the room opened the pit boss walked in

“I think you will like this watch sir”said the pit boss

“I will”said a man who I chould not see

I saw the pit boss drop to the ground heading a bullet rang out

People were running and screaming out of the room

I stood up reaching for my gun my back turned I had a pistol in my dress pushed in my tights my long dress hid it

“Not so fast lady”said the man who’s voice I have not herd in years

I turned around

“Arthur” I said

“Y/n” he said

“Y/n”I herd

I turned around

“Javier”

The whole i time if I would have looked the other gurd in the face I would have saw that it has been Javier

“Grab the watch and money and let’s go”said Arthur

I ran with them makeing a ascapw off the side of the boat

Swimming to shore

I whistled for my horse

“It’s nice knowing y’all are alive” I said

“Your not leaveing again are you”said Arthur

“I’m breaking the law not sending you two to jail I’m a bounty hunter legally I am the law” I said tearing my skirt climbing on my horse

“Y/n I just got you back don’t go”said Javier

My heart sank the feeling I have been wanting to feel hearing him say my name

I jumped off my horse running up kissing him

“We will meet again when the time is write” I said

The look on Javier’s face saddens

“Javier I will meet you back at camp”said Arthur

He nodded

“Please mi amor let me spend one night in paradise with you it has been 3 years sense I last saw you” he said his hand on my cheek

“You have probably said this to every girl you pick up and fuck later over the years”I said rolling my eyes

“There has not been one day I have not thought of you not wanted to hear your voice to hold at night”he said

The boat was pulling into shore whistles chould be herd in the distance

“Come on I know somewhere”I said hoping on my horse

We rode to the hotel

I walked inside my room

“Why did you leave me”he asked grabbing my hand

“I didn’t mean to leave when I went on the trip up north I got caught up here in valentine and got mistaken for robbing the bank got sent to prison then I got broken out by some ritch guy named horly”I said

“My life has been crazy ok it has not been easy I tried seaching for you but when I was able to get back to camp y’all have fled”I said

“I have a life now I bounty hunt I work with this werid ritch guy Martelli I have a friend who is a trader that makes me hunt”I said

“Your telling me you didn’t leave because you wanted to”he asked

“Why would I leave”I said

“Now your never leaveing my sight again he said kissing me