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silky-silks · 1 month

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Okay can I talk?

eric belonging to @night-light-artz

Patches @eve-pie

Okay for the image above I was doing a “mock” warrior cat book. I miss the old covers but anyway

I kinda feel my art is…boring. I mean it just feels that way. Sometimes I feel I rush myself to get things done, and to be honest I hate having to rush myself. I look back at my recent post and they just fall FLAT. Flat as in the colors are just boring as heck. Lineart? I don’t really like. Not only that but everything feels so unpolished

My anatomy/details

I hate the fact I miss crucial details of my chat starts or even other people characters. I mean, HAVE YOU SEEN HOW I DONT EVEN ADD SILKY’s ANTLERS 99% of the time? That bothers me. And I see other people add them and I’m just “well damn I’m so lazy I can’t even add antlers on my own fucking character”.

Not to mention the poses. Everything feels so stiff with me. So dang stiff that you may as well call my art wood and use it as a support beam. I hate how I don’t use references for my art. Maybe If I used them more and actually took my time stuff wouldn't look like your average horrific Netflix Original cartoon of some movie.

Backgrounds/minor objects.

Do not get me started. I hate all of them. They look so low effort. I mean, I know I can do better with them! But it seems like I worry about the main characters so much. In fact, I feel the background just falls flat or blends in too much with the characters that it looks. Messy. If I draw a cup, i'll skip over details and it will look awful! Which isnt good, as it shows im lacking severly.

Time

And for time I rush. I feel like I have to literally push things out by day’s end and well…it affects my art. Lately o just been so focus on the hour and time it just makes the art suffer. Even if no one else sees it I do. I love my painted style, but it takes quite some time. And forgive me but I hate just doing sketches to and posting it. I prefer my art to be colored in and all the way. Now im not saying i dont like it when other people sketch. That would be a dick-head move of me.

Some days I fear if I don’t post or read inboxes everyone is going to think I purely abandoned them. I try to focus on my page. but just giving them a sketch at the end well...it makes me feel as if I just dissapointed them. I think to myself and say "I could have done better than that. Why did you even do that in the first place {Name}. "

I have like so much on my agenda and plans and then i realize I can’t do it all in one day. Hell sometimes I just make one day spefically on one subject.

If that day was animation day; I focus on an animatic.

If a certain day is art day and I want to set up my commission page (which is so messy I deleted it) then that’s the settled day. But I feel like I’m going so slow. It's like I am running out of time, and time is just passing by as I look at my clock.

And I'm not blaming anyone it's just my stupid head that makes me feel this way. I know no one is trying to rush me. But head is like "Oh but what if- and why not-". It bothers me. It clouds my vision and i don't realize in reality...no one is saying the things my brain is saying. Sometimes I feel like I'm bothering people when i draw their charcaters so much and tag them. I fear they just say 'Aw great it's this one person again."Sometimes I feel I need to be MORE original. And some days i feel i just need to give up entirely. Some days I think posting everyday will aggervate folks. Sometimes I envy the attention of others, and when I see what they gain or what following I have i look back at myself and say "Well maybe if you did this better than MAYBE you people will be interested in ya". And damn do i slam my head in a wall. Everyone just seems so happy, and yet here I am fretting over if this fucking dog I drew looks remotely interesting. And I just feel it...blends in. Like what is there so special about my art?

MY BLOG

And for this blog, I don't know if I truly have an identity for myself. There's Silky, there is Minty and Syrup, there is Simon and there is Shrimpy. But who do they belong to? What roles do they even serve in this blog? I want them to be my identity. I don't want them being just some sort of character leech. They lack story, they lack purpose, they are thrown in tropes and gag. But what do they relate to? Nothing. Nothing at all. And yeah yeah I know im thinking to DEEP into this. But it's been on my mind so much. And hell call me crazy for talking about them if they are real, but they mean a lot to me. A LOT.

So I tried to make my art interesting here like, i tried referencing images space. I tried adding more anatomy to Snowy since I am tired of doing the usual standing up pose. I even wanted to make the background feel more detailed. I feel a bit better, but I still fear everything is too...eh...bland. Maybe it is just me.

Sorry for the ungodly word of text. I know I shouldn't vent here.

#vent post #artist on tumblr #super mario galaxy #eric velseb #patches bashful #silky silksong #welcome home #mario

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jaxieus · 9 months

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ive written this three times but tumblr keeps messing up and undoing all the writing i did :'(

but i wont let it discourage me! ive got a lot to say about the art i made even though its messy sketches on mspain(t) XD

i had been feeling burnt out and decided to draw comfort characters ( some that ive not drawn in a long time or have acknowledged but never drew before) and the carebears is a franchise thats been with me for so long i made a whole painting for class about it!

i made a list and with utter shock i realized that i basically bacame my owm worts enemy! the list grew so much (and is still growing :')) and i only drew a few characters so far

i know ill render these soon but the others will take a while

(but im really concerned about how im gonna tag this without being obnoxious 🥲)

i have like alot to say about these characters i drew because they mean so much to me and i never really could delve into them at school.

theres more i want to say and its under the cut! :D

so this is gonna get a lil personal but hopefully not too much to the point its boring ,:)

the first character i want to talk about is Ursula. i remember when i was younger being increadibly infatuated with her. i would draw her whenever i could. on chalkboards, the wall, i made paper cut-out of her and digitally drew her on ms paint! she was the first character that a had a desire to be close to in a way. a character albeit evil felt comforting and till this day make me tear up from how beautiful her design is! Ursula was the first female character i felt a strong aesthetic attraction to. (im just kinda a sucker for powerful women)

so i made sure to stay true to her design by keeping her body type and tentacles. basically just switching her hands and head to the carebears design (im still deciding whether or not to keep her hair)

second has to be Rosalina. she really made me accept and realize that i did have an attraction to the same sex ':) i loved playing as her in smash bros, listening/watching her story in galaxy. i never really 'got' the whole thing but reflecting and growing as a person did make me realize that not just fictional men look great but women too!

her design is based on the carebear cousins because the main thing was the mane! you dont really see a bear with a long loc covering its eye so having her different from the others i think gives good variety

third King Candy. oka y i recently feel back inlove with him! mostly because of @/ blackthewolf17's drawings of him!! and that made me rewatch the movie and wow! i remember liking his character a while back but i never really appreciated his as a villain! watching the movie and seeing the art made me remember the discussions i had with my fam about liking him and them not really understanding. (its kinda a running theme with a lot of the characters i like)

i wanted the characters the pop out and look recognizable. i kept the crown and collar. his belly badge is a paper covering his original badge! this one shows the crown and a few bits of candy. (leaning into the fact that he doesnt belong)

next is NME SalesGuy for Four. (such a clever name) this dude is literally a character that i was shocked by his stature! i mean what did i expect? falling for a dude that exudes tall energy but is literally a short king! this dude was there during some cool family times while watching right back at ya!

while looking for references, i found i cb comic and i loved how their legs looked. it wasnt bent like the originals on the cards and i thought they looked really goofy! so i went with that with the design becasue he just doesnt really fit with everyone elses stlye

fifth Rick Sanchez. man, this old man. has been with me through a lot. i saw a poster if the show before it premiered and two years after, i watched it and ive obsessed over him so much i made people watch Rick and Morty so i could talk with them about it. R&M really got me back onto tumblr because it was my entire personality since the show was at its peak and after. (old men tsk tsk) i made OCs Self inserts and played the mobile game. i literally memorized episodes to recite as i went to sleep. and analyzed frames of my fave episode to get better at animation!

i gave Rick clothes because i wanted him to have some flair. iconic elements of him is his tousled hair, coat and alcohol. (hes drinking 'happy juice')

Sixth is Coach Brunt. a girlboss of a villain! she took care of and orphan and made her feel like she was her own! shes determined, strong, fierce, fit, has a great voice, money, and kind. what more could a girl ask for?? this was another character that i had seen while watching CS with the fam. (still havent completed it tho)

i did break the rule and give her a tuft of hair also ':/ but i like her BB i gave her.

its a paw punching a heart (maybe too violent)

Seventh is Johan liebert. i really loved this dude. the series just made me think more about human nature and nurture. i met some cool people becasue of this dude. Johan in a way made me cope with the problems that happened in my life. he really was the character that i also found out i was ace+aro. i just loved drawing him. filling pages of my sketchbook and centering english papers based around him and the lessons i learned from seeing the bad in his character and how people might turnout to be similar and how it can be a problem. (idk if it made sense, but i learned to appreciate humanity more and not be so headstrong and become blinded by my views. but also learning that its good for people to know whats coming for the people that wronged you)

Johans BB is painted on white, so you wouldnt be able to see what he is all about :)

theres is so much already but eighth is Senpai. this Fker is my worst enemy, just like all the characters i drew soo much of this guy that i thought i was gonna go crazy, there was a pang in my chest when the drawings looked like trash. he was the character that made me want to get better at art and engage more with people. i made a fnf OC to be this dudes father. (it was some of the most wholesome thing i ever drew)

Senpai has a more basic design. he also has his identifying elements like the backpack and mic

ninth is Saul. my bbg. it started with the character but sadlt turned into a full obsession over Bob Odenkirk and finding all of his shows and movies that he directed of acted in. thankfully im not deep into it anymore. but when i regularly used instagram, you could see the decent into madness for him. i made animations and really detailed fanart. if Sen got me to draw my fave better, Bob made me attempt to perfect it.

his design sadly is my weakest. i wanted to add some fake hair on him. but im sure you can see that i got lazy. a few weeks ago i made versions of the BRBA&BCS cast as Geronimo Stilton characters and (sad excusee) but i didnt want to put more into the design because i became drained from looking at the growing list D;<

his BB is based on themis :)

tenth is Big Jack Horner. i love this man. i ironically said "he was the hottest character in the movie" on my third watch and man i actually believed it on the way out of the theatre. i wanted to see if anyone liked him like i did and to my surprise people did! this dude has such a great bod, voice, attitude and like many of the characters i like i ask, "is there any proof of death? i dont think so".

i havent drawn him in months and i dont like that i havents so he was the first bear i drew. his BB is a pie but i think ill add his insignia or have him draw on it like Oopsie bear to fit his situation.

like maybe something silly like a frowning face on his BB

im going to put eleven and twelve together because both play a similar role. my two men of science. ive only recently started to like Medic and Scudworth. these two bring such a great jot to me just like all to kooky men i like as well.

sadly, they both look the same, the only thing differentiating them is the glasses. i love their voices and design.

i ahve yet to give Scudsy his own BB tho.

last thing i want to say is why i chose carebears as the main style.

the franchise has been with me since i can even remember or at least before i could comprehend what it was. i remember seeining either oopsie or good luck bear plush at a carnival and i really wanted it but it was closing and i mean it was probably bigger than me so i couldnt get it and it became an obsession of mine! i loved green and a already had a few at home whats one more? so i tried to drop hints at my mom. well as good as a 5-7 yr old could do with drawings.

theres a lot more to say but i might go one for so long it wont fit here!

this was very long and if you read it thank you very much! im glad i got to comfortably speak my mind (well write it) in my own way that did have structure but felt more personal and less embarrassing that my english teacher asking me to write something about myself and my life. or my Art teacher saying i have the freedom to create something but then talk about it with in a time span because im not the only one that has something good to say about their art.

im not sure if all of it was understandable and might've been really unnecessary but im glad either way.

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ziptieparty · 2 years

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i havent seen anyone alloromantic specifically talk about their experiences in aplatonicism, so i thought that more input from a different perspective could be useful?

i relatively recently (maybe 2-3 months ago) saw someone use the word "aplatonic" to describe themselves, and several things clicked into place with me, my general thought process being something like "of course theres a subset of aspec labels for platonic attraction, people feel romantic and sexual attraction separately so obviously theres a platonic side to." and i left it at that for awhile but something about it stuck with me.

i suppose ill start at the beginning,

when i was a kid i was mainly friends with boys, and for awhile i attributed this to being trans and just relating more to male peers. i do still believe this to be a factor but now thinking back on it i realized there was a pattern to my relationships.

at one point or another, i had had crushes on almost all of them.

i realized all at once that the only reason i had even spoken to a majority of my childhood friends was because i had been romantically attracted to them at the beginning of our friendships.

now, i can anticipate some kind of argument along the lines of "thats just how crushes and friendships grow with everyone" or some such nonsense

but i can say with my whole chest that thats not what was happening.

im not very good at explaining things in a way that makes sense to most, but i will attempt to be as clear as possible.

a lot of people wanted to be my friend.

i was funny and loud and friendly to my classmates. i liked to play tag at recess and brought pokemon cards and my tamagotchi to school before they were banned. i shared the parts of my lunches i didnt want, i stood up to bullies, and sat with people that were alone.

but that was about the extent of it

i was friendly

but i was never your friend

i generally considered myself a "loner" and no matter how friendly or talkative or persistent or technically compatible my classmates were-

it never took.

i just. wanted to do what i wanted to do.

i had kids i interacted with often and i named them friends when prompted to list any, but i never actually. spoke to them? it was more like i sat next to them and we did things alongside eachother (parallel play style) and i would say little things to them like hello or good morning or maybe that i liked their shoes but i never like. discussed what i liked with them or vice versa. i couldnt tell you a thing about them beyond their names.

this pattern continued until i started to develop crushes, suddenly i was initiating contact with kids without outside factors. i sat with them and gave them the sweet parts of my food and for the first time

i asked them questions

i wanted to know if they liked the cartoons i did and who their favorite characters were, i was curious about what they liked and what they thought. their input mattered to me.

a majority of my relationships from then on followed similar patterns, i thought they were cute or funny and so i talked to them and could tolerate the connection that followed.

i didnt keep my feelings for a lot of them of course, i had no way of knowing who these people were before getting to know them but the point still stands; i had to have a crush on them first.

this wasnt always the case with my friends, sometimes when i would interact with someone the stars would align and id stay in contact somehow and id end up with a friend that didnt start with romantic feelings.

my life gets messy from my teens on and i will spare you my life story, but i ended up in a position that i only had one person i could pass off as a friend. the relationship was just like the ones from my early childhood, i just kind of existed alongside her and i couldnt really tell you anything about her.

ive never formed bonds with anyone without outside influence and the ones i did were rare or romantic at first. isolation doesnt really bother me, i dont like or need to talk to people often, my own family barely knows me and has to force my interaction

sometimes i kind of joke with my husband that id never had a real friend before because i could never tell him anything about the friends i still had when i had met him, and now i think i have the words to describe why?

im not entirely sure what i should label myself, demiplatonic fits but i feel is a disservice to the people that i was or am friends with that were faster and didnt start romantically. perhaps grayplatonic or something but im just going with aplspec for the moment.

#this post is long so i left things i experience out #i may talk about them at a later time but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#aplatonic #actually aplatonic #WHAT DO PEOPLE TAG THIS KIND OF THING?#mouthful.txt #aplspec #aspec

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jinlias · 1 year

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if you plan on expanding the haewon smut (like a few hc) i have this one thought, she’s a switch. something about leaders just give off this switch vibes anywho that’s not my thought.

after your first time, its messy, sloppy, but it gets the job done. haewon would slowly try her best to touch you, just from holding hands or straight uo sitting on your lap and slowly grinding, she’d find ways to make you forget everything and just touch her, fuck her, heck even make love to her.

i see her searching about toys and one day, she’s so desperate, that she tells you that she has some plug on (your choice) I’D JUST FORGET EVERYTHING AND LEAVE WITH HER THAT INSTANT HONESTLY THE HAEWON BRAIN ROT IS STRONG AND I NEED MORE

ps. if you have any fic recommendations of haewon pls drop them, thank u

taking a break from kinktober again lol but also im gonna start tagging u as haewon luvr lol i need to celebrate i’ve found someone to talk abt her

see this is exactly what i was leaning for in a lot of ways

1) she doesn’t really care for the sub/dom/switch title. you fuck her, she fucks you, she enjoys both. i can’t see her with a lot of kinks either, idk, i haven’t read her like that yet, or maybe she’s naive and shy about it at first, she knows the basics, she doesn’t need to know anything else, but she probably gets curious, we all did at some point and its how we found our current kinks. and then she’s asking how you feel about x or y kink. its how i see her realizing she likes semi-public sex, or foreplay, at least. like the thought of nobody around you knowing what you’re talking about or doing? but then it does turn into voyeurism in her head, and she’s dry humping you when you’re watching a movie with friends or your roommates, god does she love to embarrass you around your roommates.

2) but also, i can’t tell if i incorporated correctly into her kinktober fic, but i feel like because your first time is so early in your adulthood and in relationships, i feel like it could be considered love making? because that’s what i see your relationship to be, at least in that au. you’re probably each other’s first or second serious relationship, very goofy, sickeningly sweet and pure, maybe even each other’s “the one”, it’s also like, i’d like to think of both your sexual experiences naive and just a little ignorant? idk if any of that made sense im high and i can get really creative but iliterate

#college!haewon

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acaciapines · 11 months

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//waves at you// Hello hi!! I see you also enjoyed atsv, any favorite bits or any thoughts you want to share?

HI I LITERALLY JUST WATCHED IT FOR THE FIRST TIME LIKE AN HOUR AGO YES YES. sorry for All The Posts btw i dug thru the tag til it slowed my computer and was just miguel x reader stuff so im done for the day <3

ANYWAYS THE MOVE WAS. everything yeah <3 my thoughts are mostly messy and all over the place bc HOLY SHIT bc i was not expecting anything but also by the end i was like yeah yeah YEAH so um. yeah i didnt know it would cliffhanger but also when we saw gwen going to get peter b i was like okay yeah this HAS to be where it ends bc no shit they wrap this all up lol. i also called miles was going to earth 42 before he realized it bc i was like okay his room is NOT the room i remember OH SHIT WAIT ITS THE UNIVERSE THE SPIDER WAS FROM

literally obsessed w that part btw...like miles was never supposed to be spiderman!! but he IS and he WILL BE and when hes talking to his mom and shes talking about how he should go to all these places and not let anybody tell him he doesnt belong there or something to that effect? YEAH. YEAH <3

ummm what else. i really liked miguel he has such an interesting worldview and the canon events and how miles has always BEEN an anomaly and everything regarding the narrative as this thing that Will Happen and Has To Happen and how everyone sort of reacts to that differently was so COOL bc i really love those sorts of stories lol.

speaking of the whole canon event stuff and how miles saved the guy who was supposed to die and everyone was so HAPPY and then yknow gwen is there fully aware miles ruined everything and yeah. yeah. but also like. miles is SPIDERMAN. he could save a person so he DID and what else was he supposed to do....

HOBIE i loved him i loved how he helps miles how he just is like 'yeah i quit' and peaces out i loved how they animated him. i mean the entire animation style slapped obviously lol i also really liked how colors were bleeding into each other in gwens universe!!! THE SCENE WHERE GWEN TALKS TO MILES'S PARENTS IN HIS HOUSE i liked that. i liked a lot of the parent stuff a lot it just Hits. yknow. (<- is literally not a parent)

THE ENDING TOOOO like holy shit i cannot wait to learn more about other miles ok!!! the way the two of them both lost a different person....uncle or dad....GOD. and gwen and the group to help miles and how hobie's dimension travel watches are more messy vs the 'cleaner' look of the official ones....

BASICALLY I LOVED THIS MOVIE ive been looking forward to it all WEEK cannot wait to go see this in theaters like. ten more times lol. did it w into the spiderverse Will Do It Again.

#ask #spiderverse #one thing i didnt like was figuring out my organization tags tho #bc itsv vs atsv and i settled for 'spiderverse'#which im like. 90% sure is also a comic series but look i NEEDED a tag ok #this is the only like. superhero stuff im invested in so itll work for my blog lol #anyways MOVIE!!! MOVIE!!!!!!!!#oh my god movie....

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zushimart · 8 months

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hi idk if this is a weird ask or not bc im half asleep but i just wanted to say that i started following u on my old blog in late 2022 like maybe december and your posts about bpd scara made me feel so seen. i wasn't diagnosed then but it was recently on the table as a diagnosis for me all of a sudden and it was terrifying because i feel like pwbpd are demonized and hated everywhere i look. and just like scrolling thru ur bpd scara tag was like looking at a diary of my own mind or smth. so it was really new to me to see someone talk about borderline as something that brings love and pain into our lives and not just as some scary evil-people diagnosis. like ur definitely my fav writer on this app by far but also u make me feel really validated in my emotions i guess? wow idk sorry like i actually have no idea how to describe it but hopefully u can read minds ‼️ 🤞 i have since been diagnosed with bpd with a criteria score of 9/9 so 😳 idk where id be rn in september 2023 if i hadn't sort of started to learn to love myself from your writings exploring a character. so yea this is probably a strange ask so feel free to ignore it. also im going on anon bc im scared of interacting w ppl. ALSO U R SO FUNNY ND YOUR HUMOR/RANDOM FUNNY TAGS FEEL SO SIMILAR TO MY INTERNAL MONOLOGUE

this is such an open & genuine thing to say to me . i like had to sit with it for a second because it was so .. idk like how to communicate it . my devaluation of ths blog is pretty frequent, treating it sort of like a big boy version of the 2000s children’s diaries with locks.. my thoughts tossed in here nd piled nd piled nd piled, endlessly messy. nd it objectively is a writing blog , like yeah, on a surface level, i own& maintain a writing blog, but i would never tell people that. when people ask my hobbies i always say writing & ill show them my poetry pieces but i never tell them i have a blog because im kind of embarrassed by the very seriously delusional self indulgence i pour into this thing . but then i hear about.. like, for ex. we learned ab and have to maintain our own commonplace book in class, which is essentially where people collected anything and everything they felt needed to be archived from their day and tucked it into the pages of a journal . like how thomas jefferson’s commonplace book will have his serious philosophical & political ramblings side by side a recipe for cornbread because it was just a place to put everything big & small . the practical & the theoretical. just, whatever Means something to u. and leisure, indulgence, pleasure r concepts just as important as virtues imo. anyway i say all this to say that what u said to me makes me want to treat everything better, even this place. it like, makes me feel really proud of my writing& analyses that i might normally b quick to label as inconsequential or childlike because im scared people will think i care too much about something so culturally insignificant. but i do care!! obviously!! a lot. i was like kind of bummed today for a number of reasons frm feeling a bit isolated to feeling like living out my principles& ideals (connecting w community, peer centered thinking etc etc) is almost impossible because im sooo freaking shitty at social convention. so when u sent this in & i read it, it was almost like when ur spacing out nd someone snaps 🫰🫰 in front of ur face to get ur attn. so busy trying 2 b significant to someone to realize that u Already are significant in a myriad of little ways. that it’s not something u search for or insert urself into but rather an inevitable outcome of existing. Anyway . not to b sentimental but i wanted 2 b as candid with u because i really did think it was sweet of u to share & im really happy that i was able 2 positively shape & support a little space of ur life because really thats all i ever want to do. Soooooooooo if ur ask was weird then my response is even weirder. Handwritten thank u:

#And what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didnt support my girlfriend with beautiful princess disorder #i think its just a fact of loving someone that even the most frustrating things ab them can b beautiful #or that for every weakness there’s an equally intense strength like sides of a coin #My response to this ask would b so much more impactful if i didnt constantly make dick and ball and sex jokes on this damn blawwg #happy tag

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dokiyeom · 1 year

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THE TAG IS SO SO CUTE ILL END IT 💥💥 u should send me more asks & ill give u an emoji hihi 🫶🫶 IM EXCITED TOO YAY i have so many fic & smau ideas so im glad i can work on them then! (maybe i should tell u a few of them 🤭 ....)

that sounds so nice!! i think i recently ate sukiyaki (?) && it was so so good! baking and mahjong 💔💔💔 im glad u had so much fun because i also completely get what u mean?? i don't have any family here nor do i have any cousins/family members of my age + the distance is just 👎 so im not in contact with any yk

im still . flabbergasted like i want to go 2 japan too hello 😭 tbh at first i thought u lived in maybe japan or IDK but then u said u would show ur friends ur motherlands? so i was like ??? and also I WANNA KNOW UR TIMEZONE PLSPLS pleaseee yes im dutch & french but was born in the netherlands and lived there for 10ish years before moving to France!!

OK I WILL WATCH AN EPISODE SOON THEN!! pls this is so funny YES ik jay + me = twins hihi i hope so too!! that would be really cool but im just waiting impatiently for the official announcement rn so that i can mark it on my calendar, BOOM! ill also go to a big city just before my bday so maybe MAYBE if I have some pocket money i could buy myself a cute dress for the party and or an album teehee YA I HOPE U FIND IT IN JAPAN OMG im curious do u alr have some albums or like merch

i LOVE sudoku omg ,, it's so cool that ur using photoshop like u made ur carrd thingy with that right? it's so pretty i will never not say that. im sure ur gonna do v well hihi 🫶

i will !!! try to drop by ur ask box more frequently !!! unfortunately i’m,, a tiny bit awful at coming up w ideas on what to say but i will try !!!! and hello yes ??? u should 100% tell me abt ur smau ideas !!! or fic ideas in general && in return,, i’ll share some of my horribly messy notes app full of fic ideas w u <3

aagg i’m so happy u enjoyed sukiyaki !! if u get the chance,, i highly rec kansai style sukiyaki unless eating a bit of semi raw egg feels unnatural or intimidating !! i feel like i should b more loyal to kanto style bc i’m from the kanto area,, but kansai sukiyaki is just. wow. && aagg yea i feel u :(( i think it allows for u to b a lot closer a family friends bc they end up sorta being a proxy,, but it does kinda suck not being close or in contact w extended family <//3

i hope ur able to go someday !!! && my time zone is pacific standard time !! or pacific time atm bc of daylight savings,, but i did live in japan for a while &’& am considering moving back there after uni !! and woa hello u live in france ?? that is so cool omg,, i def want to visit france at some point for the fashion museums and exhibitions wraaaa :0 also fun fact,,, i took a plants/human welfare course last yr && the only thing i really rmbr from that was tulip’s apparently caused an economic recession in the netherlands during the early 1600s :D

EXCITED FOR U TO WATCH !! and omg what if the cb announcement is after woozis done posting all the album pics on his instagram :00 but oo what sort of dress would u get ? lw i’m so insanely picky w dresses that for prom i’ve just decided to get a lower costing plain dress && alter it + sew on an egregious amount of accessories

&& yes i have albums !! for merch i have a candy bong && moa bong that i got for the twice n txt concert i went to,, but unfortunately i stood in like for like an hr and a half at the svt concert mercy line only to reach sort of the front area && hear a staff member at the truck yell that carat bongs were completely sold out <//3 i do have. a pc binder that both brings me sm joy && shame for realizing how much money i’ve spent on. silly little pieces of paper w people taking silly little selfies tho. what abt u :0

RIGHT SUDOKU IS SO <3 but it’s also caused me like. sm headaches omg. and thank uu <3 i did make it on photoshop !! but i’m considering making a new one w more of a powerpuff girls/ diff take on a retro cyber theme :D

#aiyah aya !!#answered (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ #aya's lomls ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡#dori dearest ꒰๑´ᗜ`꒱*›◡‹꒱꒱

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hillvalleyhuh · 2 years

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WHERE YOU SHOW FAVORITISM DIFFERENTLY

aka you bully people to show love<3

just thought i would start something fun for the rebrand of this blog lmao and lately, sagau (this au has turned into a pretty broad term lemme know if i should tag it as smth else) has been ROTTING my brain i love the concept behind it

this is me being self indulgent because this is EXACTLY how i would act in genshin–im not a very nice person but i show my love differently

if you guys want more characters or want to request something else, feel free to send me an ask!

includes: gender-neutral reader w/ the main bois aka albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, and zhongli!

want other characters? take a look

Albedo

at first he doesn’t even know you’re teasing him!!!! honestly he’s just glad you want to be around him at all

you probably call him “chalk boy” just to rile him up but he doesn't even care he's like uwu a nickname? for moi? like binch i'm trying to piss u off stop looking cute!!!!!

at most you're like a cat who tries to get his attention you're semi aware you're being an inconvenience but why won't he pay attention?? (he is but this is too fun) WHAT DID YOU DO???

you think he’s paying too much attention to his experiments? boom knock over a flask!!! he’s writing something down while you’re talking to him? my pencil now heheheh that'll show him!! whatever you say

your grace.,...,.,.,just ask him to talk to you

(no he can't know!!! my pride my dignity!!!!!!)

he thinks it’s cute–he probably even does it purpose because he’s a smart lil f*cker smh if you think you're so smart why aren't you looking at me?? HUH??? stupid head*ss go back to ur chem set binch

you probably say that more times than you can count like who does he think he is??? a GENIUS??!!! your grace...,,yes

be careful though! he isn’t afraid to tease back even if you are the creator! most people think of him as apathetic with no feelings but you see right through him

“Oh? Does their Grace believe my worship is not enough? I thought you liked it when I experiment. Then what else are you here for? Hm? You couldn't have come all the way up the mountain just to stare at me...right All-Creator?"

Childe

he loves it he wants all your attention!!! he doesn't care if it's "mean"!!!! <3

"their grace wants to tease...me?"

YES U HOMICIDAL MANIAC KEEP UP

if you like banter he's your harbinger!!!!!!!!!!!!

"damn ajax you didn't die today? :/"

"well your grace tomorrow is a new day :))"

if you fight you would banter during it and he probably is like probably *heart eyes*

if you aren't however

you, an all-powerful god: no ajax I'm not gonna fight you...

childe: coward smh didn't know the creator was such a loser :/

you: *glowing eyes of DEATH*

there is SO MUCH you can bully about this man

"ajax please.,.,.,that isn't how you hold a bow"

very much high school rivals who are secretly into each other vibe

he truly loves how fun you are which makes him worship you even more if that's possible

however if you team up with scaramouche he gets SO pissy it's insane like the both of you are UNSTOPPABLE it really is scary

and obviously the more he pouts the more you bully him like c'mon babe don't give me more ammo

"Your Grace! Please don't tell Scaramouche how I fell into the lake that one time! Oh? You did? Your Grace whatever shall I do with you? Fine, fine it is a funny story. However, would you like me to tell him how you warmed me up afterward?"

also consider:

you and him are interchangeable in this exchange it depends on the time of day lmao

Diluc

ohohohooh

he is SO fun to tease

at first he would just let it happen with just an odd look on his face...can't upset the creator now can he?

for the first couple of times he probably truly thinks you don't like :/ he's used to hearing people call him grumpy

but after a while and the years he's spent with kaeya he finally realizes you mean no harm

"damn master diluc who made you so grumpy today? did someone tell you that your hair looks really messy today? :/ i mean it does but they didn't have to tell you to your face...how rude"

he just rolls his eyes and continues making drinks and then checks the mirror in the backroom when you're not looking does his hair look weird DOES IT???

honestly the patrons at angel's share have never seen diluc so calm and it's when the creator is bullying teasing him?? you really are the creator!

and oh boy when he realized you do it out of FAVORITISM?? he turns red whenever you tease him it's so cute

you could tease him how stupid his superhero name is or smth when he's doing his nightly duties and he'd act like you just gave him the biggest compliment ever

you: diluc you are so lucky that most of the knights are dumb as rocks because YOU are so stupid how has nobody figured out you're batman the darknight hero?? you barely even change your appearance? i bet you change your voice to seem lower to look cooler stars above i hate you

diluc, turning into a strawberry: im in love with u

after a while he'll tease you right back, we all know that man is a bundle of dry humor wrapped up in a coat and it'll leave you flustered every time

"Thank you, your Grace I'll take your suggestions of my after-dark identity into consideration. I consider myself blessed to have such a thoughtful and amenable God watching out for me. Are you this considerate to all of your loyal subjects or do you just give me your special attention? Should I get down on my knees and thank you properly?"

Kaeya

oh lord what a menace

right off the bat he sees right through he KNOWS you tease him because he likes you because he's exactly the same

you know "how 'bout it boss" line? yeah he probably calls you boss instead of something appropriate like your actual titles he wouldn't dare call you by your actual name though that is a privilege he does not deserve

honestly the two of you probably get into fake fights on purpose just for the drama of it all

"what kind of person let alone GOD forgets to blow out a candle? you could have burned the city down? i cannot believe our "all-loving" creator hates us so that they would do this"

"maybe if you stopped drinking and put away your tits this wouldn't have happened...were you so drunk last night that you couldn't have done it yourself?"

he would probably joke that your "old world" didnt want you and spat you out to teyvat and you're like "you know what? you're probably right lmao"

he'd laugh it off and so would you but on the inside he's like did i offend them?? oh my god kaeya what the F*CK??? was that too far??? what is wrong with you????????

the knights would be MORTIFIED by the way he speaks to you

one day however a knight tries to tease you and kaeya goes OFF absolutely bonkers

he can tease you but no one else he's a bit jealous/protective

you tease him more if you find out

"Hm? Of course, I defended your honor, Boss. We can't have people thinking they can go about slandering our good creator's name. Why, yes, I do tease you from time to time but that is only in good nature and a form of worship. If you want, however, I can show you a different way I worship you."

Zhongli

now i don't want to be stereotypical with mr zhongli here, but honestly you two look like an old married couple bickering

you know those ones at restaurants that are like "i hope i die soon so i dont have see your ugly face anymore" and the other one is like "yes yes go to hell honey anyways we'll share the soup <3"

yeah that's how it goes

people are still like "wow how cute" so like who cares lmao

he thinks it's very amusing whenever you're mean to him because most of the time it only happens around other people

like once you guys are alone it's sappy as hell and he wouldn't want it any other way except nobody believes him when he says how kind you and how you even cook for him from time to time

flame his *ss for never having mora while you're paying for everything he wants ok sugar baby zhongli

you and hu tao are absolutely the worst though please do not team up against him

he counters this though by pretending how honored he is that the all-creator picked him, a lowly humble man

he is VERY grateful and shows it but cmon..."lowly humble man"? stfu morax you used to eat gods for breakfast

zhongli: everyday i thank rex lapis for allowing this union between the creator and i. i do not know what i did to deserve his praise or their grace's...rex lapis truly is amazing

you: are you f*cking kidding me

all in all though it is very cute he would be saying how pretty you look today and kisses your hand and meanwhile you're blushing super badly and you're like "you're ugly and i hate you"

he responds with a smug lil smile every time that makes you want to punch him

"Well, your grace, as much as I enjoy your teasing and vice versa, just know that I mean every word when I say how grateful I am for you to bless me with your companionship. I will gladly be the brunt of every scathing joke you make if it means I can hear your lovely voice."

#genshin #genshin impact #sagau #zhongli x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #albedo x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #lady writes #genshin impact headcanons #self aware au #self aware genshin

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peterthepark · 2 years

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begin again (6)

pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

tags: mentions of loss, dating, physical touch, fluff and angst ensures, descriptions of wounds and blood, brief mentions of guns and drugs

summary: you and peter talk about what happened in new jersey, leading to first dates and disappointments that could make or break everything.

note: surprise!!!! early release :) i know im so kind, anyways, enjoy almost 7k of peter & our infamous y/n!

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The fire alarm deafeningly blared throughout the apartment complex. Grogginess was written all over your body as you groaned at the painful screeching of the noise. Bedsheets were strewn about as you searched for Webster beneath the duvet cover, where the grey cat nestled by your ankles. The sound was horrible, and you knew that you needed to leave as soon as possible. Taking Webster and your keys, you quickly darted out into the hall. It was too early for this, and you had been feeling a cold creep up on you for the past couple days ever since you had gotten back from New Jersey.

A lot happened in New Jersey.

Your eyebrows drew into a deep furrow as you stood outside the complex with the other residents. The crowd slowly became bigger and bigger, but as more faces appeared, you couldn’t help but search for the one face that truly mattered. You cradled Webster to your chest, slowly spinning as you tried to find that recognizable head of messy hair. Relief washed over you as Peter jogged down the lobby steps sporting a heavy green coat (with his pajamas peeking out from beneath) and a printed beanie. You realized, then too, that he’d been looking for you also. A smile made its way onto your lips when he found your eyes, and you could see the breath of exhale he had let out in the chilly winter air.

The kiss was never directly addressed and neither was the mutual understanding that you and Peter had felt the same for one another. The car ride back to New York felt normal, as if the kiss was just a kiss and not an entire proclamation of whatever was happening between you two. But ever since Jersey, you and Peter barely saw each other. You weren’t entirely sure what his reason was and you knew that he wasn’t doing it on purpose, while Peter understood you had been working extremely long hours lately in order to catch up with the rest of your co-workers at the Bugle. And with the days leading up to Christmas, the two of you had only gotten busier and busier – you with your job, and Peter with his patrols. People always got rowdy around the holidays, therefore his responsibilities as Spider-Man had grown exponentially.

But it was obvious that neither of you had forgotten about the kiss, because on the nights you’d come home late to your apartment, you would find sticky notes on your front door from Peter. Usually, they would contain cheesy puns, and when Peter knew that you had been having a bad week, it would be a reminder to eat or get enough sleep. You would reply with a text and he would never answer over the cellphone, instead you would find another note the following day.

It was one of those situations where you were unsure as to where you and Peter stood in terms of relationship. Neighbors? Yes. Friends? Sure! But was there more than that? You had no idea, and frankly it seemed childish.

Then again, you had promised him that nothing needed to change between you unless he was ready.

Maybe he just wasn’t ready yet. Or maybe he was drunk that weekend and you hadn’t been informed. Or maybe Peter really did like you and he was just… confused, torn, guilty. Maybe he wasn’t looking for a relationship, especially after Gwen. Yet, you were obviously unaware that Peter had been feeling the same way and had been attempting to brainstorm ideas for a date. He didn’t want to bring it up unless you did – which meant there would be no end to dancing around what happened because while he was waiting on you, you were waiting on him.

Peter pushed through the tenants politely, making his way to stand beside you at the back of the crowd. “Hey.” He smiled, voice worn with sleep. Webster meowed at him, purring as Peter scratched the feline’s head.

“Hiya.”

“How are you?”

You chuckled with a nod of your head. “I’m well. You?”

“Good.” He cleared his throat as he looked at you. You glanced at him, but he looked away. A suspicious and questioning expression formed on your face. Peter paused and scratched his neck. “Hey, so I…”

“Yeah?”

“I finished that, um, book you let me borrow. Was hoping I could give it back to you anytime soon.”

“Oh.” You tried to hide the disappointment on your face. “Sure, I can take it whenever we go back inside.”

“Honestly, I think we’re gonna be out here for a while.” Peter shifted on either foot. “I heard EDM guy left the cookies in the oven for too long.”

“Sounds like something you’d do.” You nudged him with a soft smirk, laughing when he pushed you gently with his elbow. “Dumbass.”

“I take it you haven’t had a single drop of coffee yet?” You shook your head at him. He could see the bags around your eyes, and it made his heart pang because he hated knowing that you were going through a rough patch — whatever it may be. “Have you been sleeping?”

“Well…”

“Y/N, you—“

“Look, take me out for some coffee and breakfast, and I’ll tell you what I’ve been up to.” Peter didn’t wait up, proudly gesturing for you to lead the way as he trailed behind your pajama-clad frame and the ball of fur in your arms. He nervously chewed on his lip as he caught up to you, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket as snow began to dust upon his shoulders. The atmosphere between the two of you was quiet, except for the bustling of trucks and taxis on the road.

You and Peter exchanged several stolen glances, hiding back your smiles in the midst of the crisp December snow. It reminded you of what happened that night, and you found yourself hugging Webster closer to your chest as the thought of Peter’s lips made you feel dizzy.

Yet you weren’t sure how to feel because he’d never brought it up again.

“So…” The boy started, putting his foot in front of the other as you came to a stop by a crosswalk.

“Yes, Peter?”

“Are you doing anything for Christmas?”

You shrugged, crossing onto the street as the pedestrian symbol appeared. “Dunno.” Peter followed with a frown, unsure as to why you were being short with him. It felt awkward and he hated it. “What made you ask?”

“Y/N,” He gently grasped your forearm with a caring tone as he turned you towards him. You stubbornly looked up at him. He noticed the cloudiness in your eyes, suddenly feeling guilty that he hadn’t made an effort to actually talk to you about where his emotions were at. Peter didn’t want you to think that he was leading you on, or that the kiss was a one-time incident. His gaze shifted to where his hand wrapped around you. “Hey, I just want to spend time with you.” His head dipped down to catch your eyes with intent. “Is that a problem?”

You had to admit that your legs felt like jelly when the words ‘I want to spend time with you’ left his mouth, because you wanted to as well. Peter appeared sheepish and yet it came off as charming, even though his lips had been on yours just a couple nights ago.

“Sorry, yeah.” You cringed at the memory of snapping at him. “I’m sorry. I do too, you know.” He exhaled in repose. With the hand that hadn’t been holding Webster, you apologetically intertwined your fingers with his, nodding your head towards the coffee shop. The simple action was enough to assure Peter that you weren’t angry with him, and he doesn’t complain any further as you tug him towards a booth.

The little café was decorated with odd vintage trinkets, but even some Spider-Man memorabilia took space on the wall shelves; Peter took kindly to the soft holiday music that echoed on the record player, enveloping his palms around his cup of cappuccino. He felt his heart warm at the sight of you eating a croissant, offering Webster a tiny piece while you laughed as if there wasn’t a worry in the world. He liked seeing you carefree. He loved seeing you happy, even if it wasn’t a result of his antics or his tomfoolery. It was no surprise that you had ended up capturing Peter’s heart and everything in between. And as his doting gaze remained on you – as if he hadn’t already memorized the way you looked to him after thousands of stolen glances – he enjoyed the hominess and the intimacy of sitting across from you and the cat in a coffee shop. It felt like home, like Peter could just be himself and the world could go on without him. There was something special about seeing you freshly-woken up in the mornings; Peter felt like it was an image he could get used to.

He could get used to having you in his life more.

“You’re staring again.” Your animated voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Is my bedhead that bad?”

“It’s horrible.” Peter crossed his arms on top of the table, leaning towards you.

You pouted, touching your hair self-consciously. “Are you being serious?”

“Y/N.” He shook his head at you. “You look fine. You always look fine.” He caught how your lips pulled into a subtle smirk, and the rolling of your eyes told him that the compliment made you flustered. “What?”

You chuckled dryly, taking a sip of your coffee. “You don’t talk to me for days and now you’re complimenting me.” You didn’t make eye contact, staring out the cafe window withdrawn. Judging by your tone, Peter knew you were asking from a place of sincerity yet frustration, not in a manner that would spur an argument. “I’m just confused, Pete. I’m not angry. I know you have other priorities, but… it would’ve been nice to have a talk about what happened between us.” You pursed your lips and anxiously bit down on the knuckle of your index finger. “There is something between us, right?”

Peter inhaled deeply. He sighed as he reached across to grab your hands. You shuddered at his touch, feeling your body react to the familiar texture of his fingertips on your skin.

“Y/N, I like you a lot.”

The coffee felt hot on your tongue.

“I like you, too.”

Peter’s cappuccino was long abandoned.

“More than for my own good, actually.” You nodded in understanding. “I’m sorry, I suck at talking.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s just been a while since I’ve liked someone as much as I like you. And — and I haven’t felt this way… about anyone since Gwen. Jeez, sorry, I’ve never said this out loud since therapy. Feels weird, but… but good.”

One thing Peter had worked on during that time with his therapist was communication. He wasn’t some eighteen year-old kid anymore, but a grown man who needed to have his emotions in check and himself in check as well. Peter had lacked the ability to admit deep-down what was wrong with him, and even denied himself the opportunity to feel — to feel sadness, to feel anger, to feel hurt. He had oftentimes pushed his own feelings aside and pretended that the world around him was unchanging, that his thoughts didn’t actually matter and if he ignored them, they would just go away.

He learned the hard way, and now, Peter doesn’t hide away from emotion anymore.

Or at least, he tries to.

“Take your time.” You rested your chin on your shoulder, briefly glancing outside again with a meek shrug. “If it helps, I haven’t felt this way about anyone since Sam either. Y’know, the whole dead ex thing.”

A laugh bubbled from Peter at the ongoing joke. “I genuinely don’t know how you can say that.”

You squeezed his hand. “Because I’ve healed.” You let the statement sink in as Webster purred in the background, studying Peter carefully. “Have you?”

He didn’t hesitate. “I have.”

“Listen to me,” You laughed lightly. “I’m not — I’m not asking you to forget about all the times you spent with Gwen. I’m not asking to replace her or anything… because a relationship like the one you had with her is the kind that’s just irreplaceable, you know. I’m sure it was special to you, and I hope you feel the same about Sam. But if… if you’re real about me, Peter, if that kiss meant something to you, I just wanna know if your heart has room for one more.”

“My heart doesn’t just have room. You don’t need room.” He brought your hand up, kissing it with his soft lips. “It can be yours, completely and entirely yours if you’d let me, Y/N. I won’t ever forget Gwen, but I know she’d call me dumb if…” He sighed shakily. “She would want me to love again.” You innocently giggled into his skin, lightening the mood. “What?”

“Did you just use the l-bomb on me? Already? We’ve only kissed once, Casanova.”

Peter liked the nickname. He blushed visibly with vibrant eyes at the slip-up. “Fuck off, Y/N. You know what I meant.”

You hummed. “I do. Am I just that amazing?”

“You’re everything and more.”

You made him breathless. You made it easier to wake up, knowing that you were just next-door watching television or listening to your stupid podcasts. You made him excited for what was next to come, and he found himself wanting to tell you about his day.

You made him want to forgive himself for all the times he went wrong and all the times he wanted to give up.

You made him happy.

You made him want to begin again.

A clean slate.

The comment brought a grin to your face. You played it off, deciding that you and Peter had spent enough time in the café for now — but honestly you couldn’t handle sitting in front of him knowing that he was studying every feature and mannerism of yours, you’d just become a blushing mess and that was the last thing you wanted Peter to see. You followed him back outside while Webster found solace on top of his broad shoulders, mindlessly tickling — and bothering — the boy with his tail. By the time you walked back to the apartment, it seemed as if everyone was allowed back inside. Full of coffee and sugar croissants, you and Peter raced up the stairwell again, nearly pushing each other up the steps.

“You’re cheating!” You heaved, hot on his tracks as you made an effort to run after him.

“How am I cheating?!” His voice bounced off of the walls, and you scowled childishly as he scooped Webster from his shoulders and into his arms. “I’m clearly at a disadvantage holding this chubby rat.”

“Hey! Don’t call him that!”

“You named a fucking cat Webster, Y/N!”

“You own Spider-Man boxers!”

“Dude! You said they were cool!”

“I was flirting, Pete.”

“Flirting, yeah right.”

You huffed as Peter reached the top of the stairs, lifting Webster into the air as he cockily basked in his victory. He flashed a lopsided grin, and you pushed him aside as you tried to catch your breath. Leaning against the wall, you clasped your hands behind your back as Peter approached you with dragging feet.

You ran your tongue along your front teeth, shaking your head in disbelief. “You’re a cheat.”

He laughed energetically, standing beside you with Webster tucked in his arm as he gave you a sideways glance. “How was that cheating? I’m just better.”

“Faster, not better.” You pointed a finger at him.

Peter followed the rise and fall of your chest, matching your breathing so that you wouldn’t pick up on how his stamina hadn’t shifted at all. But with Peter’s physique, you weren’t surprised that he beat you, especially when you had spent the majority of your nights sitting in uncomfortable swivel chairs writing for the Bugle. You looked down at your shoes, crossing your arms over your chest as you grasped your elbows in comfortable silence.

He shut his eyes when your head found its place on his shoulder.

You invited Peter back into your apartment, tenderly offering him a glass of water he didn’t need but the gesture was appreciated anyhow. The red spray paint on your door had faded and he realized that you’d gotten a few other plants, but the new unmistakable collection of photos and the Daily Bugle articles on the wall where your grocery lists used to be made his face harden.

It looked like an investigation scene — maps, photos of Fisk, photos of Spider-Man and his connections to coalitions across the city, photos of your parents, emails, letters, bank transactions, and more.

Is this what you’d been up to? Sleepless nights because of Fisk and your parents? Where were you getting all this info? On the nights he’d been on patrol, did you go out of your way to hunt down your own demons?

Peter wasn’t sure how you got ahold of all this, and it was pretty impressive, but nevertheless he was nervous. But while he studied the articles closely, he noticed that something was off.

“Since when did you stop writing the Spider-Man column?” His eyebrows furrowed. He’d collected numerous editions of your other writing before, but with the spike in high-level crime and the distractions of being Spider-Man, he hadn’t found the time to properly pick up the infamous newspaper.

“What?”

“Where’s your name? You didn’t write any of these.”

“Oh? I didn’t tell you?” You glanced at him from across the room, throwing out old leftovers from the fridge.

“That you stopped writing?”

“No, I am — I still am, don’t worry.” You laughed, scratching your nose. “Ever since the door incident, I realized how incredibly stupid it was to use my real name.” You moved to stand by the brunette, mirroring him with your hands on your hips as you stared up at the taped articles. “Especially now that Fisk is… well, I just hope he hasn’t read anything of mine. Or at least anything with my real name attached to it. I don’t think he reads anyways, not the Spider-Man articles even… so maybe I’m in the clear. I just can’t believe it took me this long to realize. And don’t even get me started on how I had to convince Jameson. He didn’t understand since my name was already out there, but I just wanna play it smart from now on.”

“So you’re using an alias…”

“Yeah. I’ve been doing some investigating ever since the wedding. Don’t need Fisk to know that I’m sniffing him out.” You nodded with amusement, tearing a paper off the wall to show him. “Look, I wrote this one.”

The alias. The fucking alias.

“Mary Jane?” His voice faltered.

Where has he heard that before?

“Yeah. Thought it was sorta fitting.” You shrugged casually. Peter continued staring at the piece of paper, nearly turning pale at the skin. “Are you good?”

Oh, my god.

“Yeah, just…” He puffed his cheeks. “It’s familiar.”

“It’s a common name, Pete. You know, I was gonna go with MJ, but it just felt so… informal.” You snatched the article from him and taped it back onto the wall, not paying mind to the shock on his face as your ramblings grew passionately fast. “I’m thinking we take Fisk up on that offer. I’m sure that tower is full of answers.”

“Woah, woah, woah. Can we just — can you slow it down?” Peter outstretched his hands in a surrender.

“Why?” You squinted at him. “Pete, you said we’d do it.”

He chuckled regretfully. MJ. The universe was teasing him at this point and it wasn’t funny.

“I-It’s… it’s gonna be Christmas.”

“Okay?” You blinked at him quietly, awaiting a reason. Peter felt his throat dry up, and suddenly he needed that glass of water from earlier because he had no idea how to defuse this. “Pete? What does that have to do with Fisk?”

He gulped painfully, reaching for your clenched hand with a wounded look. “Can’t I at least take you out on a date first, Mary Jane?”

The blood immediately rushed to your face. Whatever confidence you had going for you had completely dwindled, and you felt like a highschool girl getting asked out for the first time all over again. Even though it was given that Peter liked you, it was different hearing him say that he wanted to take you somewhere — to take you on a date, which you hadn’t experienced again in ages. It was strange, yet it was exciting.

“Like a date-date?” You piped down, touching your neck.

“Yeah, like a real one.”

You laughed at him. “So we’ve been on fake dates before is what you’re saying?”

“Does the fire escape count?”

“That was not a date, Peter.”

“Well, I did kiss you when you were my fake girlfriend at Jessica’s wedding so…” His voice was laced with rasp as his hands reached for your waist. “… is it so wrong of me for wanting to get to know you better?”

You watched as he licked his lips, inching closer towards him as he held you tightly. “And what kind of guy kisses a girl before the first date?”

His eyes flickered to your mouth. You could feel his stomach pressing against yours, and you had to admit the gesture made you warm inside. Peter lightly backed you up against the collection of articles, letting out an amused huff of air when your back came in contact with the wall in a soft thud. His leg nudged by your thigh while his fingers cupped the underside of your chin.

He sighed euphorically against your skin, and the eager sound sent chills throughout your body. “Y/N, can I kiss you again? I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

“If you keep talking like that,” Peter placed his hand against the wall beside your head as you spoke delicately, keeping you trapped with his taller frame. “I don’t think I’ll stop you.”

“What is it then?” You held back a breath when his lips tickled against your earlobe. He looked down at you teasingly.

You eyed him with a wide grin. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

“Before the first date?” He leaned into you ever so slightly.

“I thought you couldn’t stop thinking about me.”

He let out a defeated hum at that. “You got me there.”

“And now you’re lying to me, too? You’re a walking red flag, Parker.”

“Infuriating, Y/N.”

Your heartbeat grew faster and faster as Peter’s face came down to your own. His lips touched your skin, trailing to leave open-mouthed pecks against your jaw before he kissed you softly on the mouth. He’d be kidding himself if he denied that the kiss hadn’t excited him. This time, there were no eyes watching you. It was just you and him in the privacy of your apartment, away from noise and interruptions. There was no pretending to be done, no white-lies and half-truths that would leave Peter confused at how he felt.

Because in this moment, he knew what he felt.

And it set him on fire.

His lips moved against yours slowly, jaw straining as he dipped to your height. His hands wandered across the small of your back, but they never went any lower than that — in fact, his touch was so delicate, you wouldn’t have felt it if you hadn’t been paying careful attention to the brunette. It was as if he was afraid to touch you even though he wanted to touch every part of you. The way he held onto you hadn’t insinuated anything sexual, but it was hard not to think about what he was capable of doing to you when he was breathing hard against your mouth.

“About that date…” Peter pulled back, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “What are you doing this evening?”

You chuckle sweetly, smoothing down the front of his coat. “Nothing. Well, maybe hanging out with a strange man who can’t leave me alone. You?”

“Ran into this really weird girl who isn’t very nice to me. Think I might take her to this delicious Italian restaurant, though. Authentic.”

“Oh, she isn’t nice yet you’re taking her out?” You raised your eyebrows at him with a tilted head.

He shrugged. “Yeah, I think it’s cute when she’s feisty.”

“I’m not — I’m not feisty!” You delivered a soft push to his shoulder with a gasp, feigning a dramatic look of offense as his hands made grabby motions towards you. “You’re really ruining your chances with me, Peter.”

“Oh? I have a chance?” He took you back into his arms, swaying you around the open living room. “Y/N, I was starting to think you were out of my league.”

“God, are you always this corny?”

You liked the way Peter looked at you.

You liked the way his hand brushed against yours by the front door when he handed you the book he had borrowed from you. He leaned against the doorway, fighting off the urge to kiss you again as the corners of your mouth tugged into surprised amusement.

The pages were filled with post-its of Peter’s handwriting. Certain words had been highlighted in a different color than the marker you had used previously when you read it, meaning that Peter had dedicated his own time to annotating the novel you had recommended to him.

No one had done that for you before.

“You liked it?”

He cleared his throat dramatically. “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

The fond gaze in his eyes made you bite your lip.

The quote rolled off of his tongue in such a genuine manner, you would have thought it was really his own.

“That’s your second l-bomb of the day, Mr. Darcy.” Your hushed tone sent sparks to Peter’s brain. The softness of your words reminded him of your exchange in New Jersey, how you spoke to him under the moonlight. “Will you be speaking in Pride and Prejudice from now on?”

He bowed in front of you with a smirk. “We ride at dusk, milady.

You winked at him, going along with his theatrics. “See you then, good sir.” Coursing a hand through your hair, you smiled quietly at each other. “Send me the details.”

Nodding, he ran a thumb over his cupid’s bow. “Hey,” He started before you could close the door. There was a sureness in his voice, yet it almost sounded as if he was trying to convince someone, but you weren’t sure if it was directed towards you or himself. “I’ll see you tonight.”

You reached over bashfully and kissed his cheek like it was second nature.

“I’ll see you.”

His heart did a somersault.

He was on fire.

It was late noon once Peter recognized his body was running on an adrenaline rush. And judging by how quickly he was able to put on his Spider-Man suit, he figured that it wouldn’t dwindle anytime soon. An early patrol would mean he’d be able to dedicate the rest of his night to you, and having the opportunity to spend time with you meant everything to him. But Peter had some things he needed to take care of, especially now that you were investigating Wilson Fisk on your own account.

He needed to assure himself that you’d be safe.

There were a couple Fisk hideouts throughout the city that he had been monitoring long before he had even met you. At least two or three in Mott Haven, possibly another in Koreatown, and one that he hadn’t visited yet by Vinegar Hill. His issues with Fisk had only arisen after encountering a few of his men during patrol, where he then received a tip about a base that was the source of organized money laundering. With a couple threats and thrown punches, Peter was able to locate the site – retrieving stolen contracts, precinct files, and Fisk’s plans of rebuilding the crime society in New York. There were tabs on all the high-crime families of the city, as well as each of the illegal and legal business operations that he was conducting right under the eyes of the law. Fisk had all sorts of connections with government agents and politicians, and if that wasn’t enough to worry him, the man had information on Spider-Man and his patrol routes.

From then on, Peter kept a close eye on the man.

And the Kingpin kept a close eye on him.

Too close.

The sleepy enclave of Vinegar Hill had always sent a chilling sensation down Peter’s back. Even in the confines of his suit, he could feel the hairs on his arms stand up just from the sickly stench in the air — the neighborhood reminded him of iron and blood, with alleyways that were full of overflowing dumpsters and strays that reminded him that he was far from home, far from you and Webster and your apartment. Peter wasn’t a fan of the waterfront view either, and it pained him to think what was laying at the bottom of the bay whenever he’d swing near the Manhattan Bridge.

Even with the setting sun, the city carried an empty eeriness to it — like someone was watching him all the time, like every move he made was being recorded and studied. His body was telling him something was extremely off as he approached the location he’d been looking for. The faded warehouse was made of red bricks, wider than it was tall. The nine-pane windows were tinted with a frosted glaze, cracked at the edges and purposely made harder to see through. There was a skylight atop of the flat rooftop surrounded by AC units and whirring fans.

Peter had the tendency to be paranoid, but it was warranted when it came to this line of duty.

Shit, where were the cameras?

The hero checked his phone.

Five o’clock. He had enough time.

Peering into the skylight, Peter was able to catch a glimpse of the interior. Beams lined the ceiling, therefore obscuring the complete view of the warehouse’s layout, but it could come as an aerial advantage for him. He heard a variation of different voices speaking, mainly mentions of the Maggia and name-dropping about Fisk.

A staticky radio echoed below, playing a song that was oddly romantic for the circumstances — a stark contrast to the sorting of shady duffle bags and the heroin packs that were littered on the stainless steel tables.

When the moon hits your eye

Like a big pizza pie, that's amore…

God, he couldn’t get you out of his head.

He sent you a quick text regarding the date for later, pocketing his phone in his backpack that he webbed to a nearby electrical panel. Shaking off his grin, Peter forced himself not to think of you any further. You were a distraction to him, and he proved that theory well-enough when he struggled to acknowledge Fisk’s looming presence at the wedding reception. It hadn’t ever happened — where he was so consumed by the thought of someone that his enhanced senses became nullified, not even with Gwen. Whatever it was, Peter needed to focus, no matter how much you lingered in the hallways of his mind as if you permanently resided there.

The faster he got this done, the faster he could be with you.

Peter propped the skylight open slowly, the webbed soles of his feet stepping onto the brass beams with calculated precision.

When the world seems to shine

Like you’ve had too much wine, that’s amore…

The metal creaked under him.

Bells will ring, ting-a-ling-a-ling

Ting-a-ling-a-ling and you'll sing, "Vita bella…”

Peter quietly shot a string of webs to the other side of the warehouse, cautious of the growing group of Fisk guards beneath him. He tugged on it to make sure it would hold his weight before he discreetly swung himself over.

When the stars make you drool

Just like a pasta e fasule, that’s amore…

The spider crawled along, pocketing himself behind a pillar as he counted the number of heads in the room – lucky number thirteen. He should be able to take them on. He’s taken more guys before. This would be easy, a walk in the park.

Yet, he flinched as their voices grew louder.

Something about someone owing money.

Something about a woman.

Something about the Kingpin’s step-niece.

You.

When you dance down the street

With a cloud at your feet, you're in love…

A trembling gasp left his lips. Before he could realize, Peter’s foot had slipped on the brass beam. He tumbled through the air in slow motion, throwing a web back above him in hopes of gaining redemption from getting caught.

But, he was one second too late. Always too late.

Spider-Man landed on the cold steel tables with a reverberated thump, earning a wounded groan from Peter beneath the mask. The zip-lock bags of heroin popped under him from impact, staining the back of his suit as he fought to sit up. All thirteen men turned towards his body in a hurricane of shouts; the reloading of guns overshadowed the pleasant love song that reminded him of you.

It was all darkness from there.

Hey! We can just meet up at that Italian place by South, is that okay?

absolutely! no worries xx

Might run a little late!! Go on without me ;)

The last text Peter had sent you was two hours ago. Staring at his humorous contact name, you figured he was running errands since he hadn’t been home in a bit. You put off calling him, not wanting to come across as clingy or too excited even though you were sure that Peter shared the same sentiment. As you debated between two pairs of boots, you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous, in the sense that this was going to be your first date in a while, and that you hadn’t even been this excited for dinner ever since your relationship with Sam, and plus this would mean that you and Peter were truly more than neighbors or friends. You couldn’t wipe the stupid lovesick smile off your face. Even as you dabbled another layer of lipstick on your lips, the corners of your mouth twitched in frantic anticipation at seeing Peter again. Any past doubts you had about the brunette were long replaced with the feeling of ecstasy.

It would be healthy for you and him to have this – to go out and date, to just be like normal people and do whatever normal people do these days without having to dwell on the loss around you.

The restaurant was a quaint little building that you were sure neither you or Peter could find yourselves blending into very well. The dim lights, the five-star menu that contained plates or bowls larger than the actual meal, the dusty vines on the tiled walls and low-hung chandeliers that reminded you of how you were paying for ambiance rather than the actual gourmet food. You were never a fan of fancy restaurants, but Peter did sure bust an arm and a leg into getting you a reservation on a busy Saturday night — you had no clue as to how he’d done it, but he did.

A couple dressed in heavy trench coats and matching sweaters walked outside the window beside your table tucked in the corner, holding hands with bright grins that reminded you of yourself and Peter. It looked peaceful outside – a perfect night, certainly too perfect for dinner. Even with the holiday traffic and the jam-pack of hustling cars on the road, smattering your vision with hues of bright red taillights, the night looked kind and inviting.

Even though the wooden chair in front of you was empty, you didn’t feel lonely in the slightest.

The world didn’t seem as intolerable now that you had Peter in your life.

Waiting for the boy to answer your text, you resorted to skimming through his handwritten annotations on your tattered copy of Pride and Prejudice that you had brought along with you to pass some time. You snorted at his takes on characters like George Wickham and Caroline Bingley, nitpicking their actions throughout the novel with insulting notes and silly illustrations that he had doodled on the corners of various pages. He had underlined some of his favorite lines, a majority of them having to do with love and romance and – oh, what a sap.

The lingering smile faltered on your face when a piece of lined paper fell out of the novel, falling right into your lap. It was folded into fourths, Peter’s inked penmanship seeping through the other side as you picked it up with raised eyebrows and opened it curiously.

It was a list of addresses. There were five of them, each crossed off except for the very last one.

218 Front Street, Vinegar Hill, NY

You’d be lying if you said that the information wasn’t piquing your interest. Perhaps it was the journalist in you, or the weird feeling in your gut as you searched up each of the locations on your phone.

Sketchy warehouses in alleyways? What did Peter have to do with these?

Concerned that he still hadn’t responded to your text and bothered by the number of waiters who had approached you with the same wandering question as to whether you were ready to order, you called him.

After three long rings, it went straight to voicemail.

‘Is this recording? Hello? Hey, it’s Peter! Leave a message and I’ll try to get back to you whenever I can. Thanks! … God, that was ter—‘

Beep. Click.

“Hey, Peter.” You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose as you thought of what to say. “I’m at the restaurant right now, or well — I have been for the past hour. Let me know if we’re still on, alright?” You pursed your lips with a hopeful look. “I’ll be here waiting… and I hope that you’re okay, whatever you’re up to. See you.”

Yet as another thirty minutes passed by, you were starting to believe that Peter wasn’t going to show — maybe he wasn’t feeling well, maybe he got caught up somewhere, or perhaps outright ditched you. You refused to be emotional or show immaturity about it, but you were completely disappointed that he couldn’t even send you a simple text or return your call with an update. What ever happened to communication? If Peter couldn’t make it tonight, then why would he make plans with you in the first place? Did the hopeful conversation in the café even mean anything?

You felt wrong doubting Peter. You knew his intentions were genuine, yet you couldn’t prevent how your mind turned against you and told you an entirely opposite story in the conditions of self-sabotage. It felt pointless waiting for Peter’s ghost to show up and sit in front of you as if you hadn’t been trying to convince yourself that you didn’t look stupid in the hours you’d been waiting.

Whatever it was, he stood you up.

No text. No explanation. Not even a call as you walked back to the apartment with slumped shoulders and a heart that felt too heavy. The night that was supposed to be perfect for either of you had faded into mere disillusionment, leaving you alone in the dark as you shuffled through the hallway and shakily unlocked your apartment door with teary eyes. You sniffled, pressing the back of your hand to your forehead as you tried to push back the wave of pitiful waterworks that threatened to spill down your face.

“God, I’m so dumb…” You hissed, flicking on the lamp in the living room as you harshly threw your purse and the paperback of Pride and Prejudice onto the coffee table. “Why did I think this was a good idea? What the fuck was I thinking? Come on, Y/N.”

You breezed through your apartment while shrugging the puffer jacket off your shoulders and undoing the button of your jeans; you wanted nothing more than to sulk in your pajamas with a tub of ice cream.

God, ice cream sounded really good right now. Plus, a romantic comedy — no, even better: a sad movie.

A really sad movie.

You were halfway through your film when a weak knock at your door echoed through your kitchen. You didn’t think much of it until the person knocked a few more times, clearly not taking the hint. With a frustrated sigh, you paused the movie and padded over barefoot towards the sound.

You didn’t even bother to clean up the haphazardly thrown blanket and crumpled tissues that were piled on the sofa in the time you’d spent trying to not think about how horrible your night had gone, because who would show up this late unannounced?

You refused to think about Peter.

Peter, who still hadn’t answered your calls.

Peter, who didn’t show up at dinner.

Peter, who stood at your front door covered in blood and dirt as if he’d been through hell and back.

“Y/N…” He coughed out, his chapped lips dripping with reddened saliva as he fought to stand properly. Peter’s bloodshot eyes slowly met your expression of shock and disbelief. “I’m so sorry, I was so excited for tonight,” He sucked in a deep shuddering breath as the words rushed out of his mouth. “I didn’t mean to stand you up.”

“Peter.” You clutched onto him immediately with trembling fingers, voice cracking at the sight of him.

“Please, don’t be mad at me.” His whole weight shifted onto you. “I really wanted to be there.” He groaned loudly, wincing when he tried to laugh it off. “God, I was really looking forward to some Italian food. Really wanted to share a noodle with you and pretend we were in Lady and the Tramp. I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you. Do you like tacos? You like tacos, yeah?”

Your gaze followed the position of his hands, clutching his lower stomach tightly as shades of crimson stained his beautiful palms. You couldn’t stop staring at the scabs on his knuckles, as if he had been in a fight, as if he had been attacked. The bloody cuts along his jaw and cheekbones were equally as concerning, and you found yourself fearful for someone other than yourself for the first time in ages.

Not since that night with your parents.

Not since that morning you lost Sam.

“Oh, my god! What the hell happened? I’m calling an ambulance. Holy shit, Pete.”

You were panicking, because he looked like he was going to pass out any second. Yet, the growing smile on his face never wavered, not even with the bleeding stab wound on his torso.

“Y/N… Y/N,” One of his hands came to touch your jaw, leaving sticky blood on you as you frantically looked at him. Your mind raced in distress. “No ambulances. Y/N, stop. Relax.”

You wordlessly took him under your shoulder, carefully laying him onto your sofa before you ran around to find your phone. He got up and followed you like the pain was nothing — because to him, it was.

He’d heal in a matter of hours, but he could never make up for the fact he failed to show up for your date.

“Relax? You want me to fucking relax?” You huffed as the reality of the situation became even more real when he groaned in agony, holding himself up by your kitchen counter. “Are you crazy? You’re bleeding!”

“I’m gonna be fine.” Peter shook his head at you with half-lidded eyes. “You need to listen to me.”

You rushed over to him, caressing his face with worry through blurred vision.

“Baby, you are bleeding. I cannot fix this. I cannot fix you. Peter, you need to go to a hospital.”

Somehow, his grin became brighter.

“Did you just call me baby?”

You gaped at him. “Oh, my god! Now? Seriously? You are insufferable!“

“More like I’m in suffering. But you know, have it your way.” He shrugged in amusement, taking in the silence that fell upon your tongue as you found your phone. You glanced up at him for a brief second before your thumbs quickly flew across the dial pad. “Y/N — Y/N, put it down. I’m not kidding, stop it. This is excessive.”

“Who did this to you?”

“I’m fine. End the call.”

You whined, “Peter, you’re hurt. I have to call someone.”

His eyes were pleading. “End the call.”

“And if something happens to you? What am I supposed to do?”

“You don’t have to do anything. I just need you, Y/N.”

You didn’t even waste a moment to look at him, pressing the phone closer to your cheek as you bit your nail in anxiety. “Hello? Yes, I have an emergency…”

“Y/N. Don’t do this.”

“Shut up, Parker.”

Peter murmured desperate swears under his breath as you paced across the room. He hissed loudly and prayed to the ceiling above him as he acted on impulse.

He hoped this was the right choice.

“Oh, fucking hell.”

The boy swiftly pushed up the sleeve of his jacket without hesitation. In mere seconds, your phone was laying on the floor — cracked, broken, and webbed. You followed the glimmering string of silk with wide eyes, to where Peter’s wrist had a black device clasped around it. His hazel irises were glossed over, not from the pain of his wounds but from the revelation that was forced out of his own want.

And you saw it then — the familiar red and blue material under the torn cotton of his shirt.

The symbol of New York City’s valiant hero that bled through his garments as if it were part of his body.

As if it were part of Peter. As if Peter was him.

Spider-Man.

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nightcreepsin · 3 years

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dnf fic recs !

hi i went through the entire dnf ao3 tag so you dont have to! jk i have a specific fanfic taste (as does everyone), but i read really fast and used that opportunity to read as many dnf fics as i could in a short period of time

i’m sure this is going to be long, so i’ll put it mostly under the cut so i don’t interrupt scrolling lol

okay im going to try to break things up into sections

generally good fics:

got a thing about you (and it won’t go away) by alltimecharlo - dream sends george one of his hoodies. height differences. bets. first meetings. pining. what more could you ask for?

dandelions, poppies and other ways to say i love you by starberrydew - soft. george sees colors. so so much fluff and pining dream

when i’m alone, i’d rather be with you by wishie - god i love identity porn. and coffee shop aus. george moves to america and finds himself for an oddly familiar barista...

roleplaying in the dark is harder than it seems by alienu - laser tag. it’s cute. that is all. very very cute

seconds, minutes, hours, lifetimes by meridies - childhood friends go on a road trip before college and there are feelings

heart and throat, lined with it by fensandmarshes - more softness. sleepy cuddles. short and sweet

dizzy on caffeine by gleaminggreengoggles - typical coffee shop au. very cute. sapnap and bad have had enough of the pining idiots. naturally

angsty-ish- i didn’t plan on this section but found more angst than i realized:

like real people do by meridies - i’ve rec’d this before. i love it. i’m a big fan of realism and this fic is absolutely beautiful, showcasing how damaging the internet and social media really can be

my hands are shaking from holding back from you by lyrasa - good ol’ fwb. not really sad, but it did hurt. very lovely

gone before sunrise by sapphicwritings - another fwb au and wow this one also hurts. it’s currently unfinished by i love it and am praying to the gods that it updates. there’s also a really good fic playlist that the author made. it’s also a college au so

awkward hearts (beating faster and faster) by limerence - one of my favorite fics ever. housemates with angst, but a happy ending (i love it when authors fix what they break). much obliviousness, much rewarding

alternate universes:

press the curves of our smiles together by fensandmarshes, lieyuu - percy jackson au??? i loved this fic (series) so so much. i love their dynamic in this and when you find out george’s godly parent oohoo you’re in for a delight

litany in which certain things are crossed out by lazy_kitkat- probably the best knight dream, king george fic i’ve ever read. i loved the structure. really i loved everything about it

family mode by strawberry_flavoured_tears - minecraft verse where dream and george have kids and it’s so soft

operation mistletoe by meridies - hogwarts au? holiday fic? pining? yes. also george is a former beauxbaton and i didn’t know i needed that

ambedo by solochimmy - another harry potter au. i love this so much i cannot even. featuring dream as a metamorphmagus, changing his hair to george’s favorite color i’m not crying you are

nsfw- i’m exposing myself with this one, please be mindful of tags:

hot sugar by glittering_ant - one of my favorite fics of all time. i’m a sucker for college aus and gd this fic was hot. drunk sex after a party turns to more? sign me up

pretty tears by luckylikeyou - if you want smut, this author is where to go, wow their fics are hot. dream is turned on by crying and george cries a lot. i particularly like this one but they have a lot of good nswf fics

loving you came easily by athasa - it’s an a/b/o fic and i’m not usually a fan of these but i love this one sm. i’m a sucker for the miscommunication roommate combo trope and this captures that perfectly

brownies by bellafeir - baking brownies gets a bit messy for our dear dream and george. one of the tags is getting railed on a counter and if that doesn’t do it for you i don’t know what will. this author also has lots of good nsfw in general

okay this is ridiculously long. will people in even read all of this who knows. i have many more fics to rec lol. maybe i’ll do a part two. but yeah i hope y’all check out these fics as well as all the authors because they’re honestly so talented

i’ve probably missed good fics, but i can assure you that these are all very good. send me asks / dms if you would like to rant about fic with me or just anything dnf

#dreamnotfound #dnf #georgenotfound #dreamwastaken #fanfic #recs #night recs fics #i read way too much fanfic than is good for me #i literally devour fanfic i read so fast and then theres just no more fic to read #can you believe that that's a tag i've used before lol #i hope people enjoy and send these authors love

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Wet

Help me stop lewding everything in my life please

(Cecaelia (OctoMer) Hisoka thirst I’m sorry)

(Warnings - non con, NSFW, monster fucking. Kind of like bestiality but not really (I don’t want to fuck an octopus), fucking while half-way in water. This doesn’t make any sense Im so sorry lol it’s gross)

Have you ever touched an octopus?

They’re pretty slimey, their texture can change from smooth to bumpy to ridged and back to smooth at will.

More than 250 suckers are attached to each tentacle, and instead of their brain being used to store the majority of neurons, they use their limbs to store those important connections.

Suckers are like the ultimate sensory organ - they can taste, touch, smell, and “see”.

One of their eight arms is a reproductive organ. To inseminate a female, they’ll sometimes rip it off before presenting her with the limb, for her to use whenever she decides she’s ready to settle down.

Have I said that they’re slimy? And they like to grab. Incredibly intelligent creatures, they’re able to figure out humans and like to “play” with us, through memory games and fetch, sometimes even tag.

And Hisoka would definitely like to play with you.

He’d catch you while you were out swimming in a small cove, have a bit of fun chasing you through the waves, seeing the fear on your face as you try to swim back to shore, away from the terrifying creature that he was.

You’d stand no chance, get dragged away from the shore, his long tentacles wrapped around your body, suckers attached to every bit of bared skin.

When you figured out that he was half-man, half-octopus, you would calm down considerably, become curious and interested. And since he’s able to communicate, you’re asking him questions, so enamored by the fact that you’re talking to a Cecaelia that you don’t notice how his suckers are rhythmically moving over your flesh, dragging and sucking.

He lets you feel his tentacles, has you feel the one with a bulbous tip, and you’re so distracted by the ticklish sensation of the suckers attaching to your arm, you miss the way Hisoka licks his lips and shudders in pleasure as you unknowingly fondle his octopod reproductive organ.

But Hisoka is half-man, after all.

It isn’t long before his human cock is slipping free from it’s gummy slit, right underneath where his flesh melts into octopus skin. His lower half is underwater, so you don’t notice until Hisoka bumps against you and you feel an “extra tentacle” against your thigh.

You laugh, before grabbing at it, squeezing as you try to pull it up and out of the water, thinking that he’s curled up a tentacle beneath you.

The painful tugging makes Hisoka moan, pink mouth stretching open as his hands shoot to your hips, tentacles wrapping around your legs.

When you finally realize what you had just grabbed, what’s going on, why Hisoka is moaning - it’s too late.

You try to apologize and push yourself away, but Hisoka doesn’t let you move.

You try to tell him to stop as a tentacle starts to creep under your swimsuit, but he’s not listening.

You try to scream and thrash in his hold - you would not let yourself be fucked by a mutated octopus today - but all that got you was a slimy tentacle shoved down your throat, tip teasing your gag reflex.

Trying to bite down on that only made the Cecaelia release a breathy sigh, grinding against your thigh with his human cock.

The swimsuit you wore was easily ripped to shreds, cast aside to be taken by the ocean. suckers attacked the new flesh presented to them, and when they neared your beasts you screamed.

You screamed even louder when a sucker settled over each nipple, before clamping down and pulling.

Another tentacle wormed it’s way in between your leg, his reproductive organ, the one with the bulbous tip. You kicked at it, but the Cecaelia only grinned when your foot made contact.

As the tentacle’s bulbous tip rubbed against your folds, you screamed again, hands moving from trying to pull the tentacles away from your tits, to trying to pull the tentacle away from your slit.

But more tentacles grabbed you, completely immobilizing you in the Cecaelia’s hold.

All you could do was feel as the tentacle between your legs turned, the slimy suckers on the underside immediately latching onto your clit and your folds, sucking with such pressure and with such a rhythmic pull that you felt an orgasm rip through you immediately.

It was like no other sensation you had ever felt before, slicker than lube, firm as plastic yet softer than human flesh. It didn’t even seem like Hisoka was trying to make you cum, but he had anyway, golden eyes trained on your face.

Thankfully, the suckers didn’t stay attached to your clit for long - you were sure if they had, you’d have passed out cold from the stimulation.

As soon as they detached, a rush of cold water flooded onto the heated flesh, and you gasped, trying and failing to close your legs.

Hisoka muscles his way between your thighs, his human cock quickly being pressed against your over-sensitive pussy. He groaned at the contact, hips already rocking against you, idly rubbing his cock through your folds.

The tentacle down your throat was replaced by the one with the bulbous tip, letting you emit a garbled cry while they were switching, before you were forced silent again.

Your chest was burning under the ministrations of the tentacles there, the sucking overloading your nerves.

Hisoka thrust into you while you were distracted by the limbs on your breasts, and you cried out, throat convulsing around the tentacle blocking it.

He had suckers on his cock.

The half-man moaned, voice low and shaky as his eyes rolled back into his head. You were afraid he was going to drop you beneath the waves, drown you.

But he held on, kept your lower half submerged as he rested inside of your pussy.

It was torture already - his thick cock staying completely still, yet the suckers covering it pulsing so strongly at your sensitive walls that you couldn’t help but shake through another orgasm in his hold.

That only spurred Hisoka into action, drawing out of you (the suckers detached easily... did he have control of them?) before slamming back in. He let go of your arms, which immediately grabbed at his neck, your nails digging in deep as you tried to hurt him.

Hisoka only moaned again, hips slamming into you harder and harder.

He was getting off on the pain.

The tentacle inside your mouth pulsed, and a gloopy texture leaked down your throat. You wanted to throw up, to cry.

When Hisoka came into you pussy, you cried out, the sound muffled and pathetic. HIs seed felt so hot inside of you, the water felt so cold around you.

Instead of pulling out, he stayed buried balls deep. The contrasting texture of milky, soft human skin and textured, slimy octopus skin made your own flesh cringe, the defining line between man and beast skin rubbing over your ass as waves rocked you both.

The suckers on his cock began pulsating again, and tears fell from your eyes when the sucker from your mouth finally withdrew, only to shoot down to your pussy.

With your mouth now free, you could scream and shout and cry yourself hoarse. Unfortunately, Hisoka was the only one around to hear you.

When his bulbous-tipped tentacle rubbed at your clit, you shot forward, clamping down on his shoulder hard with your teeth at the overstimulation.

His tentacle eased inside your pussy, alongside his dick. It was slow-going, and painful, and you were crying through the whole ordeal, chewing on Hisoka’s shoulder, but the Cecealia didn’t seem to mind, instead humming and sighing in pleasure as you bloodied his flesh.

Only when his tentacle finally wormed it’s way fully inside you, then did Hisoka still his movements.

The suckers were still pulling at you, your nipples, your clit, the insides of your messy, stretched pussy. It felt like heaven and hell, but you couldn’t move either way.

Octopus can take up to four hours to mate.

It had only been a few minutes.

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seungmvnnie · 3 years

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Flipped

pairing; Chenle x reader

genre; enemies to lovers au, ‘American high school’ au, angst, fluff

word count; 10.8k

summary; ‘The moment you laid eyes on Zhong Chenle, you had flipped.’ You had known that you were in love with Chenle, your next door neighbor, since you were 7 years old. Chenle wanted nothing to do with you. Until of course, ten years later he starts to realize that perhaps there’s more to you that meets the eye, unluckily just as you began to realize, perhaps Chenle was less than you had chalked him up to be.

warnings; insensitive language regarding illness, death, female reader, heavily inspired by the movie flipped, some scenes are near word for word from the movie, so credits to the movie for those parts, although parts of the main narrative differ, as well as scenes. A large majority of the characters are not similar to their real life counterpart.

tag list; @sunflowerhae @byunbaekby @mikasrecs(if you asked to be on the tag list and i didn’t tag you, i’m very sorry, i was terrible at tracking who was on it cause im an idiot)

a/n; Started making it. Had a breakdown. Bon Appetit.

It all began in the Summer before second grade. In Zhong Chenle’s eyes, it was the beginning of a decade of strategic avoidance, awkward encounters, and a lifetime worth of what he deemed to be, discomfort.

For you, it was true love.

The moment you laid eyes on Zhong Chenle, you had flipped. It was something in those eyes, those dazzling brown eyes which bore into you. Or maybe it was something about his smile. There was something about him which made you realize that at 7 years old, you had met your soul mate. His family had just moved into your neighborhood, a long cul-de-sac of identical, modern two-story houses, the majority of which had the same identical clean cut lawns and typical nuclear well off family who owned the house and prided themselves on how their petunias were better than the house across the streets. That was except for yours, of course. Deemed the ‘embarrassment of the neighborhood,’ the yellow paint on your house was flaking off, the grass dry and grey and the fence encasing the yard, which had at one point been white was now a dull grey, not to mention falling apart in some places. This was attributed to the fact that your father simply did not have the time. As a painter, he had to work extra hard to provide for his family, especially considering your mother’s situation.

It was a hot summer’s day, the day Chenle moved in. You could remember the feeling of the sun on your face as you basked in its warmth, the pavement on which you sat almost boiling as the moving van pulled up to the house opposite yours. You had recalled that your father had told you to always be kind and helpful, which is why you had thought it appropriate to skip across the road to the nice looking family and offer a helping hand.

Little did you know, your help was unwanted. Chenle remembered watching the girl skip – skip? As if anyone had done that since kindergarten – from the odd-looking house across the way and when she confidently stated,

“Hi, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Need any help?” He looked to his father for confirmation that this girl was strange. He noticed the judgmental look which was written on his father’s face as he surveyed the girl with the messy hair and grubby clothes, no doubt from playing in the unpleasant yard which she came from that juxtaposed with their clean, green yard. He recognized the exact moment that his father deemed them better than her, a switch in his face where he knew where she stood on the social ladder. Acting according, he too looked at the girl with disdain.

“There’s some valuable things in those boxes. Don’t touch them.” His father had scolded as you reached for one of the boxes that were stacked on their lawn.

“What about this one?” You suggested, reaching for another one. This was the moment that Chenle had realized that this girl could not take a hint. His father had pushed the box away with his foot before you could even touch it.

“Maybe you should run home? Your moms probably worried about you.” He sneered, staring down his nose on you. Resilient, you stared back.

“My dad knows I’m here.” You had replied simply, before turning to Chenle.

“Want to push one together?” You asked, pointing at one of the heavier ones. Chenle scrunched his face up at you, looking to his father for answers.

“I think your mom wants your help in the house, Chenle.” His dad had replied, not so subtly winking at him, as if to say, ‘escape from the crazy girl while you can.’

He seized the opportunity, turning on his heel and running towards the house, where his mother stood in the doorway, when the most ridiculous thing happened. Not only did (Y/N) (Y/L/N) follow him, but you grabbed his hand.

“Oh, hello! I see you’ve met my son.” His mother had called out, a small smile growing on her face as she observed the sight of the two 7-year olds connected by their hands.

Chenle, having no clue how to escape the situation, did the most mature thing a 7-year-old boy could do. He hid behind his mother.

Who did you think you were? He had been here for less than 10 minutes and he had some crazy girl trying to hold his hand.

Of course, for you, you really had thought you were being kind. The boxes on the lawn did look intimidatingly heavy but you were sure with the help of the cute boy stood next to them, you could help get them into the house. You hadn’t picked up on the fact that it had taken Mr. Zhong all of 10 seconds to determine that you weren’t worthy of their time and when he had sent his son inside to help unpack, you thought maybe it would be a good idea to chase after him, see if he wanted to play for a bit before he was stuck unpacking boring boxes. You had grabbed his arm to stop him from running into his house, when he turned around and moved his arm out of your clasp, grabbing your hand instead.

You could remember vividly, the way your stomach had flipped as he stared at you with those deep brown eyes, and you had been so sure he was going to kiss you. He had held your hand! At 7, you had basically considered that a marriage proposal. If his mother had not have called out to you, you were sure you were going to have had your first kiss at 7 years old. The way he blushed and hid behind his mother was adorable, he was so shy.

That night you lay awake, thinking of the boy who was walking around with your first kiss.

If only he wasn’t so shy, maybe he would have. That was the moment you decided, you were going to do everything in your power to ensure that Chenle would not have to ever feel shy around you. He needed to know; he had a friend in you.

While sweet in theory, the reality of the situation was, Chenle believed he did not need the help of, what his father had referred to the evening after you, your two older brothers and your father brought over homemade pies, ‘trash like them.’ He especially did not need the help of the girl who embarrassed him on the first day of school. Yes, you had thought it appropriate, upon seeing Chenle enter the classroom of Mr. Lee on the very first day of school, to run up to him and give him a huge hug, which he of course, had struggled against. That’s what had earned him the reputation of being (Y/N) (Y/L/N)’s boyfriend, a reputation he did not manage to shrug off until freshman year of high school, and he only got rid of through dating Lee Chaeryong for an incredibly brief period of time, who was perfectly sweet, but he didn’t find her particularly interesting.

For a while, he found dealing with Chaeryong’s insistence yammering about nothing he cared about a lot easier to endure than the lovesick eyes you gave him. The plan was, he would walk her to class a few times, sit with her at lunch and eventually, you would lose interest, he could break up with her. It was all going smoothly, until his best friend, Park Jisung, suddenly decided to get a moral backbone for once and tell Chaeryong what Chenle was doing. Chenle reckoned it was just because of Jisung’s own crush on her, but either way, it had resulted in a very public breakup. A week later, you were back to obsessing over him, and once again he became, (Y/N)’s boyfriend.

3 years later, their senior year, brought a lot of changes, the main change of which being Chenle’s grandfather had permanently moved in with their family. Chenle did not know much of his grandfather. An old surly man, he spent his days sat in the armchair beside their front window, staring blankly out into the empty street. Chenle’s mom said he did that because he missed grandma, although Chenle would not know as much he had very little conversations with him. The second change in Chenle’s life was more superficial as everyone was talking about how much (Y/N) had grown between the summer of junior and senior year – your face had thinned out, and you had a much more of a mature air about you and for a brief moment of, what Chenle had deemed insanity, he may have mistaken you as pretty. Of course, the second you had sent him the same goofy smile which graced your face every time you looked at him, and murmured the same,

“Hi, Chenle,” the pit in his stomach from the tired repetition of ten years returned.

“Hi, (Y/N).” He had replied, a tight-lipped smile sent your way.

It is imperative to the justification of your side of the story that you understand that Chenle had never once openly rejected you, or even treated you rudely. You would talk to him when you could, and he would reply perfectly politely, which would only reinforce the idea that it’s not that he did not like you, he was just shy. On top of that, it was not as if you actively pursued him. You spoke to him like one would a friend as, how you saw it, everyone knew you liked Chenle, no doubt, including him. If he wanted to, he would ask you out. Other than that, you were content talking to him when you could.

Other than your looks, a lot more had changed in your life. For almost as long as you could remember, your mother had been sick. There had been a time, a very long time ago, where you could recall how the same scalic motif would echo from the piano which now lay dormant, the thick layer of dust that had blanketed it over the years rendering it inoperable. Your life had been filled with hospital visits to a woman you had never really gotten the opportunity to know and who no longer knew you. You often grazed your hand over the ivory piano keys, and tried to flick through the penciled sheet music which hadn’t been touched since the last time your mom had last scribbled on them but to you it was a foreign language you could only hope to understand.

About a week into September, you had been ignoring your English teacher’s in-depth analysis of some Shakespeare scene and letting your thoughts and eyes wander to where Chenle sat two seats in front of you. His black hair had seemed even darker that day, contrasting with the white t-shirt and denim jacket he was wearing. You were so focused on the way his head would duck down to take notes, that you barely noticed the teacher who had slid into the classroom and leaned to whisper something in your teacher’s ear. It wasn’t until your teacher had called your name and Chenle had spun to stare at you alongside the rest of the class, his brown eyes meeting yours, that you had snapped back into reality, the heat of your embarrassment at getting caught by Chenle warming your face. Funnily enough, you had forgotten about your embarrassment when your teacher had called you out into the hallway, where your tearful father stood. He didn’t have to say anything. You knew.

The next week all blurred together into a flurry of emotions which you purposefully tried your best to forget. The funeral was huge, groups of people from your school coming to show solidarity, as well as the entire neighborhood, including Chenle and his family. You could not bring yourself to glance at him, not with your father crying quietly next to you. You did not know whether to cry for the woman you had never met before.

Your school allowed you the next few months off school, but you had returned after only one month and that month was the quietest your house had ever been. Your father locked himself in his room for the first two weeks, and your brothers oversaw making dinner for the family, which essentially meant the whole family was living off frozen pizza for two weeks. Your dad eventually emerged from his bedroom, but when he did, he was like a man crazed. He insisted that you did a spring clean (it was September) of the house and get rid of the clutter which had gathered from the many years of neglect. You were in charge of sorting through all of the things your dad wanted to give to charity, and you had invited your friend Shin Ryujin over to help. More like she insisted. Ryujin had been new to town in freshmen year and had befriended you before she had known of your reputation as ‘Chenle’s stalker,’ and she had been a fierce friend ever since. You had both been folding a pile of old clothes when your eyes fell on your mom’s old music stand accompanied with that oh so familiar stack of written sheet music under a pile of old toys.

You didn’t want your mom’s handwritten sheet music to end up in a charity shop but your dad had insisted that no one was using it, and, unless you could think of someone else to give it to, it was going to charity. That was when, luckily, you remembered Chenle. He was a skilled piano player and singer, so much so, the whole school anticipated his performance in the Christmas Talent Show, which he had won for the past 3 years. Upon gaining your father’s permission, but against the wishes of Ryujin who had spent the past three years explaining how Chenle was terrible for you and you needed to, in her words, ‘Hoe it up,’ you made the journey across the road and knocked on Chenle’s door, clutching the music stand and sheet music to your chest. Luckily, he had been the one to open the door instead of his father whom you didn’t personally mind, but felt as though he may have disliked you.

It had been early before school one morning, when you had knocked on his door. He was barely awake, the sweatpants and loose t-shirt he had worn for his pajamas still clung to his body. He hadn’t expected to be opening the door to someone from school, let alone you, awake and bright eyed. On a normal day, your chirpiness would have bothered him to no end, but today was different. He hadn’t seen you since your mom’s funeral, and he found that he had wounded up missing your ever-present annoyance. He didn’t know how reassuring that lovesick, “Hi, Chenle,” could be. He couldn’t understand how, in your absence, he found his eyes straying to your empty seat, or when he sat at his desk which lay in front of his window, his eyes would wander to where he knew your bedroom window sat. He had realized, in the few weeks that you were off, that your presence was more comforting that your absence.

His dad hadn’t wanted to go the funeral. Apparently, he didn’t see the point. It was his mother who had pushed them to go, saying how bad they would have looked if they didn’t show their faces. His dad had argued that he didn’t care how he looked to a poor dreamer and the ‘crazies he calls family.’ The only reason they ended up going was because his mom had said she was going with or without him and apparently that would look bad to everyone else in the neighborhood. Chenle didn’t see the harm; sure he didn’t like you, but you were always nice to him and it was only respectful.

“Uh- Hi, (Y/N).” He said, eyes wandering down your body to where you clutched the sheet music and back up to your face. Your heart had flipped, a sensation you were now old friends with and usually attributed to Chenle’s warm brown eyes which traversed your face, his morning voice only making him more attractive. Little did you know, Chenle’s biggest concern at this moment was less checking you out and more checking if you were okay, and judging by the tired bags under your eyes despite your outwardly cheery appearance, you didn’t look okay.

“Hi, Chenle.” For once, those two words didn’t make him want to rip his own hair out.

“Uh, these are my mom’s. My dad wanted to give them to charity but, I don’t know, I thought they’d be better with someone I know... and well, you’re kind of the only musician I know.” His eyes flickered down to the sheet music you clutched in your arms.

“Oh- Thanks?” The music stand looked to Chenle to be at least 30 years old and the yellowing sheet music did not look too enticing, but he reached out his arms for them anyways.

“She wrote the music herself. You don’t have to play it but, I don’t know, I just really didn’t want to see it end up in the back of some charity shop. At least I know, with your talent, it’s in good hands.”

“Oh, well thanks.” You sent him an awkward closed mouth smile before turning on your heel but before you could make the short walk across the road, he called out to you.

“Wait-”

You spun around again.

“Yeah?”

He had stood up from where he had previously been leaning against the door frame, his brow now furrowed.

“Are you- are you coming back to school anytime soon?” He almost cringed as he uttered the words. He always felt bad being nice to you, it felt as if he was giving you false hope. However, for the first time, it came naturally to him as opposed to the fake smile he would give you.

“I’m allowed off until January but I’m coming back next week. It’s just so... quiet at my house. I’m kind of sick of it at this point.” His eyes scanned your face again, in the way that felt as though he could stare into your very soul if he looked hard enough.

“Well, I hope you’re okay.” The sincerity in his voice echoed the sympathetic look on his face.

“Thanks. I’ll see you next week, I guess.”

“See you at school.” He closed the door and looked at the music stand he had left leaning against the wall, which, unfortunately, became the topic of discussion that night at the dinner table.

“I think it was very nice of her to give you that stuff, Chenle.” His Mom had said, the clinking sounds of cutlery against plates underlying the conversation.

“I’m not using them,” He replied simply, as he moved the vegetables his mom had forcibly placed on his plate around with his fork.

“Oh, don’t be a dick, Chenle.” His sister nudged him, ignoring their parent shouts of, ‘language!’

“I’m not being a dick, they’re about 30 years old and I’m a piano player, I don’t use a music stand anyways.” He placed his fork down.

“Well, they’re not lying here and collecting dust. I’m honestly annoyed. Just because their house is all cluttered doesn’t mean our house has to be. You can go back and tell her you don’t want them.” His dad interjected, in that authoritarian manner he so loved.

“Dad, I can’t do that.”

“Eat your vegetables, Chenle.” His mom said, taking a sip from her way-too-expensive crystal wine glass. He rolled his eyes and picked up his fork again, purposely taking a bite out of the broccoli which adorned his plate.

“Why not? Are you scared of her?” His dad challenged, and Chenle couldn’t help but notice the broccoli which remained on his plate. Why did Chenle have to eat it but his dad didn’t?

“I’m not scared of her, it’s just- Her mom just died. I don’t want to be mean.” His fork stopped moving as his Father scoffed.

“Man up. You aren’t being rude, you’re being honest.”

“Chenle, vegetables.”

He groaned, shoveling as much of the vegetables into his mouth as he possibly could in one go before sinking down in his chair. He didn’t have a clue what to do. On one hand, the music equipment was of no use to him, so realistically, it would make the most sense to give them back. But on the other hand, if he gave them back they would just end up with charity and while Chenle didn’t necessarily like the girl, he didn’t think he could be that insensitive. Which was why he had deemed it an amazing idea to ask the paragon of good advice, his best friend, Park Jisung, at school the next day.

“Dude, just give it away yourself.” Jisung had answered assertively, from where he had perched himself atop his desk during their break, opening the cupcake that Chenle had given him. It had originally been a gift from Chaeryong who had long since forgiven him since the Freshmen incident, and every now and then when she got bored, would return to her phase of crushing on him.

“What do you mean?” Chenle asked, ignoring the way he could most definitely see Chaeryong staring at him from behind Jisung’s head, taking a sip of the strawberry milk he had bought from the school vending machine. Jisung rolled his eyes.

“I mean, if you give it away to some thrift shop first, she’ll never know, and you can tell your family that you told her. Boom, both people are happy.” Chenle chewed at the straw of his milk carton. He wasn’t necessarily wrong; in giving the stuff away himself, no one got hurt and he wouldn’t get called a coward by his family.

“Jisung, you’re a genius. Come with me after school? We’ll drop by my house and I’ll drive us into town.” Jisung nodded, cringing as he picked the love heart candy off the cupcake.

Unfortunately for Chenle, he hadn’t seemed to realize that, sat with her back to him was Ryujin, who had overheard the whole conversation, mostly because Chaeryong had insisted they eavesdropped on them to see if they talked about her. Ryujin had let Chenle away with a lot over the years; he had ignored you, laughed at you with his friends, talked about you behind his back and while she would discuss how much of a prick she thought he was with you, you never believed her, or blamed yourself, or make excuses for him. Which was why she deemed it a necessary evil to send you a text saying, ‘Want to go thrift shopping after school? I’ll buy you coffee?’

She knew you would never turn down free coffee. And it actually had turned out you had multiple boxes to donate anyways, although shopping with Ryujin was always an experience. You liked clothes shopping as much as anyone, but Ryujin was crazy. She could take 3 hours to go through one tiny shop.

“Ryujin? Are you done yet?” You had whined, the cardboard coffee cup in your hand had been emptied at least half an hour ago, and you had finished looking for clothes an hour ago. She was especially taking her time today, deliberating every item of clothing she saw and the dark lighting was starting to hurt your eyes, the musky smell of cedar wood and laundry detergent was inviting at first, but now made you feel woozy.

“My feet hurt.” You complained again, only pouting at the joke glare she shot your way. The bell which jingled every time someone entered the shop that you had learned to zone out the past two hours rang again, but this time, Ryujin’s eyes flickered up and rested on the person standing at the door. You furrowed your brow and spun to see who she was staring at, and there stood Chenle and Jisung, both looking positively ill.

“Oh- Hi, Chenle!” You waved, a small smile gracing your face. You cocked your head slightly to look at the two boys who had lost all color to their faces. Chenle still looked as good as ever, and the smell of his citrusy shampoo paired with his expensive smelling cologne cut through the woody scent of the shop, his chestnut brown eyes which lay beneath his messy mop of dark hair bringing butterflies to your stomach the way they always did.

“What’s wrong? You look as if you’ve seen a-,” you didn’t get to finish your sentence as your eyes had fallen down to where he clutched the oh so familiar sheet music and music stand. Your smile dropped, the butterflies in your stomach mutating into lead.

“What are you doing with those?” You asked, quietly, ignoring the way Jisung almost ran back out of the shop.

“I- uh- well...” He looked down, staring guiltily at his hands and the rusty music stand he clutched.

“If you didn’t want them you could have said, you know. You didn’t have to go behind my back to give them away.” You snapped, and for the first time in your whole life, looking at Chenle made your heart sink instead of flip.

“It wasn’t me! My dad said that he didn’t-” He stopped, as if he had caught himself.

“Didn’t what?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. He sighed, and glance to the side, almost as though he was refusing to meet your eyes.

“He said he didn’t understand why our house had to be cluttered just because you only started cleaning up your house and yard now.” He mumbled, and your eyes widened, and you put out an arm to stop Ryujin, who you could sense was about to jump on the boy.

“I didn’t think a bunch of sheet music was going to destroy your house that much.” You replied, letting out a huff and gulping away the lump in your throat, refusing to cry in front of him.

“I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings.” He mumbled, staring at his hands in shame. He had never wished that the ground would swallow him whole more in his entire life.

“You should have told me. Give them to the shop, honestly. I don’t care anymore.” You pushed past him, resisting the urge to throw the empty cardboard coffee cup at him.

“(Y/N)!” He called after you and you turned again, blinking back the tears which were gathering in your eyes, the constant chanting of, ‘don’t cry,’ becoming a sustained pedal in your head and realistically being the only thing stopping the tears from spilling.

“What?”

“I- I’m sorry.” His chestnut eyes you loved so much stared at you in that sincere way that felt as though he could stare into your soul if he tried hard enough, but for once, you could see a corruption in the honesty, a sort of rotten core to what you had previously thought was a pure center.

“No, you’re not.” You mumbled, before spinning back round and dragging Ryujin out by the wrist who had to drop the clothes she had clutched previously in a pile next to the door, having been given no opportunity to replace them tidily.

At first you had thought you were upset, the burning sensation in your chest was mistaken for sadness, but when you brought your hand up to your eyes to wipe away the tears which now fell, the downtrodden feeling switched into anger very quickly. Not only did Chenle lie and act as if he had cared about you and your family, but he had the audacity to talk about you all as if you were a group of hoarders who couldn’t keep your yard presentable.

You slammed your car door shut - while you had previously loved your run-down little jeep, you supposed perhaps the Zhong family liked to comment on that too - ignoring the comforting words Ryujin was uttering as she climbed into the passenger seat.

“Are you busy on Saturday?” You asked as you gripped the steering wheel so tightly your knuckles turned white, turning the key in the ignition.

“Uh- I don’t think so. Why?” Ryujin replied, eyeing you warily.

“How do you feel about gardening?”

It didn’t take long for Chenle to realize he had traded in his old problems with (Y/N) (Y/L/N) for a whole set of new ones. You had returned to school the next week, and the way you constantly avoided him was simply a reminder of how much of a jerk he had been. Not to mention when he woke up on Saturday morning to discover you and Ryujin in your garden pulling up weeds, the guilt panging in his chest as he watched you toil away.

Then one day a week later or so, he was walking back from playing basketball from Jisung when things got weird.

His grandfather stood in your front yard, a pair of sheers in hand as he clipped at the hedges which had grown over your windows, conversing quietly with you as you worked.

He had only ever seen his grandfather in slippers - where the hell had those work boots come from? He didn’t even know his grandfather knew how to use sheers let alone would willingly help a random girl from across the street. The more he watched from his bedroom window, the madder he got. His grandfather had said more to you in the last hour than he had the whole time he had lived with them. Chenle wasn’t even sure if he had ever seen his grandfather laugh before, but there he was, laughing at something you said.

You had been struggling with hacking away the hedge when his grandfather had approached you. Ryujin had abandoned helping you a while ago, but you still appreciated the help she had given you originally. You knew gardening wasn’t necessarily her thing. You wanted to think that the reason you had decided to fix up your yard was not because of what Zhong Chenle thought of you, but to make your house better in this new pre-mom times, as your brothers had begun calling them. After what he had done with your mom’s sheet music, why were you meant to care about anything he thought? But sadly, you knew deep down you did.

“Are you pruning that Hedge or hacking it to death?” You heard someone call out, and you swung around to see a man whom you couldn’t help but recognize as being related to Chenle. They had the same smile.

You laughed awkwardly, clutching the sheers a little tighter.

“I’m Chenle’s grandfather. Sorry it’s taken me so long to come over and introduce myself.” He smiled again and outstretched a hand which you then shook.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Are you planning on cutting these all to the same height?” He gestured towards the hedges. You breathed in, looking at the hedges which you had previously been ruining.

“That was the plan, but I might have to take them out. I’m not very good at this, if you can’t tell.” You joked.

“Oh, these are Hicksii shrubs. They should prune up nicely.” He replied, pulling out a pair of gloves he had appeared to have brought with him, and reached out for the sheers you had been holding.

You eyed him wearily, as he cut at the hedge. “Listen, Mr. Zhong, if you’re here because of what Chenle said, I don’t need your help.”

He leaned back and looked at you sincerely.

“I don’t know what my little shit of a grandson said to you, but I’m just here because of the crime you were committing on these shrubs.”

The previous reluctance you had felt was immediately relieved as you let out a sincere laugh, not expecting his crude language.

You both worked together on the yard for weeks, and the whole time you worked, you talked. Mr. Zhong was incredibly kind, and it was honestly nice to know that there was someone in that house who wasn’t watching and waiting for your families next screw up. He told you how you had the same spirit as his wife who died a while ago; apparently you both had the same strong will. Although the conversation that stuck with you the most was a few days into working together and he had tentatively asked you about what was happened with you and Chenle. You had explained the situation while you painted the wood you had bought together to make a fence.

“Well, do you like Chenle?” He had asked, and your face warmed, your hand which held the paint brush stilling.

“I don’t know... It’s something about his eyes, I guess.” You looked down, embarrassed. It felt really weird discussing this with his grandfather.

“But what about him?” Mr. Zhong had asked, his hand still as well.

“What do you mean?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing as you turned your head.

“Well - I mean think of it like this. Your father’s a painter, isn’t he? Well, a painting is more than the sum of its parts. You have to look at the whole landscape. A cow by itself is just a cow, a tree is just a tree, a beam of light is just sunshine, but when you put it all together - it can be something magical. Do you think Chenle’s more than the sum of his parts?” If he had asked you a month ago you would have said absolutely. Chenle was entirely more than the sum of his parts, in every conceivable way. But now you weren’t so sure.

“I- I don’t know.”

Meanwhile, Chenle was still struggling to apologize to you. He had spent all week trying to approach you at school, but when it came to holding a grudge, you were truly impressive. You always found a way to duck him, either turning in the hallway to walk the other way or having Ryujin exit through doors first when he tried to block them to confront you. And every time you were out in your yard, his grandpa was always there. It wasn’t until one day, on a cold Saturday morning towards the end of October, when his grandpa had gone into town to buy cream for his hands because all the yard work was starting to get to him, that he found his opening.

“It looks really good.” He commented, grabbing your attention from where you were watering the grass with a hose. You looked up at the boy whom you had dedicated your life to, who stood awkwardly behind the fence you had put up with his grandfather. You wished you could say he looked bad, but in a flannel shirt, black t-shirt and jeans he had never looked better.

“Thanks.” You said quietly, turning your back to him to continue your work.

“I- I’m sorry for what I did.” He piped up and you sighed before switching off the hose and turning towards him again.

“I don’t get it, Chenle. You could have just told me you didn’t need them. You didn’t have to give them away behind my back.” You looked at him, and for once, you were the one looking into his soul, not the other way around. You looked into those eyes, those dazzling brown eyes which bore into you that belonged to the boy walking around with your first kiss and you thought that perhaps his Grandpa was right. Maybe Chenle wasn’t more than the sum of his parts.

“I don’t know - It was dumb. I just didn’t want to hurt your feelings. I shouldn’t have said anything about your yard either. It wasn’t right.” You let your eyes rest on his face again. You were sure - Chenle was definitely less than the sum of his parts. You shrugged.

“Maybe it was for the best.” You turned back towards the grass, turning the hose on again as if to signal, this was the end of the conversation.

“I- I guess I’ll see you around.” He said, hesitantly. You didn’t even turn to look at him this time.

“I guess.”

He spun to make the short trek back to his house, but not without turning back to look at you one last time before opening the bright red door of his house. Your acceptance of his apology was not all he had hoped for, but at least now he could watch TV with his family with a guilt free conscious. although the atmosphere between his grandpa and dad was nearly palpable, especially when his grandfather reached for the cream on the table beside them to rub into his hands.

“That girl working you too hard?” His dad slyly commented, ignoring the foul look his grandfather sent him in response as he rubbed cream into his hands.

“’That girl’s’ name is (Y/N). And no, she isn’t working me too hard.”

Chenle’s dad widened his eyes slightly, staring down into the brandy which he swirled in the glass he held.

“Do you not think it’s a bit, I don’t know, weird, that you have the time and energy to spend time with the girl next door but not with your own grandson?” He replied snippily, ignoring the way his mom interjected.

“-It’s okay, Dad-” Chenle began, but couldn’t finish as his father cut him off with a sharp, “No, it’s not.”

“Do you know why the (Y/L/N)’s hadn’t fixed up their yard until now?” His grandfather asked, more rhetorically than anything.

“Yeah. Because he’s too busy with his paint-by-numbers kit.” His dad answered, chortling to himself at his own joke, taking another sip of the brandy he was drinking.

“The illness Mrs. (Y/L/N) had was incredibly hard to treat, not to mention emotionally draining. Every penny they had went into hospital bills treating her, and even then, she had been in a coma for 8 years, and then unresponsive for another 5.” Chenle stared down at his hands, trying his best to zone out the argument, especially considering he had been the asshole who tried to give away this poor woman’s music.

“I don’t see what their vegetative mother has to do with their pride in ownership. Realistically, if she had looked after herself more, maybe they wouldn’t have been in this mess.” His dad had answered, once again laughing at his own joke.

“They don’t own that house, they rent it. It’s supposed to be the responsibility of the landlord, and it was nothing to do with how healthy that poor woman was, (Y/N)’s Mom had a blood condition that made her susceptible to strokes, and that’s what made her so ill.” Chenle’s mom sighed from where she sat next to him on the blue couch, before his father had the opportunity to reply and dig himself into a deeper hole.

“That poor family. We should have them over for dinner.” She announced, standing up, grabbing the still full glass from her husband’s hand as she moved into the kitchen.

“We are not having them over for dinner!” His father shouted from the living room.

“We should have them over for a sit down fancy dinner.” She replied, almost deliberately ignoring him.

“We are not - Hey!” He called out as he heard the buttons on the landline beep with each number his mother punched in.

“I’m sorry, I can’t here you over me inviting them over for- Oh hello, (Y/N), dear.” At the sound of your name, Chenle sank farther into the plush couch seats. He just wanted to watch television in peace.

“Shoot me now.” His dad mumbled.

“Careful what you wish for.” His Grandfather replied, not tearing his eyes from the tv and this time he was the one to ignore the evil look which was shot his way.

And so, dinner with the (Y/L/N)’s was in his imminent future, which only made things more uncomfortable at school. Much like when you had taken that month off in school, he found himself focused on the idea of you more than he had previously. He couldn’t get you out of his head, you and your poor mom. He thought he would apologize for the music thing, you would begrudgingly accept his apology, and you could live the rest of the senior year blissfully ignoring each other’s existents. While you had apparently stayed true to the plan, he couldn’t help the way his eyes drifted to find you in class. He had spent 10 years in the same class as you but he had never noticed how you automatically pulled your bottom lip into your mouth when you were focused on something or the way you smiled to stop yourself laughing when Ryujin mumbled some sort of snarky comment. In the same bout of insanity he had experienced at the beginning of the year, he may have mistaken your smile as being pretty. Except this time the insanity did not melt away into resentment, but instead grew into a roaring monster of butterflies anytime he saw you.

He was starting to think he was sick or something. It was like his whole life had been flipped upside down; in what universe was he the one with the clammy hands and racing heart around (Y/N) (/L/N), and she was the one ignoring him? He needed to talk to someone - and who better than the lord of advice himself, Park Jisung.

Luckily for him, him and Jisung were the first people in their home room class the day of the dinner; usually you were in early, but today you conveniently hadn’t been. “Dude, I need your help.” Chenle emphatically exclaimed, sitting down in his seat next to Jisung before explaining the situation.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N)? You hate her. You’ve hated her for 10 years.” Jisung blankly stated, and Chenle shook his head.

“That’s the thing, I don’t think I do. I can’t stop thinking about her.” Jisung rolled his eyes.

“You definitely hate her. Think about it, you just feel bad because of the mom thing. And you insulted her house, but I mean come on, it was a mess anyways.”

“It’s not her fault. Their family is in crazy amounts of debt because her mom had some sort of untreatable illness and she was sick for so long. Do you know apparently, she had been sick for like 13 years? It must have been torture on their family.” Chenle defended, the stubborn side of him which was declaring, it’s been a decade, why stop hating you now, losing out to this new need to defend you.

“Oh, God, really? Well then, there’s your answer.” Jisung replied, leaning back in his chair with confidence, as though he had just solved the world’s problems. Chenle’s eyebrows knotted together, cocking his head.

“What do you mean?”

Jisung scoffed, as if it was the most obvious thing since the last advice he had kindly bestowed on Chenle.

“You don’t want to be with someone with that in their family. Dude what if she infects you with it?”

Chenle wanted to hit him. He was certain, he had never before in his life been closer to punching someone and God did Jisung deserve it. How dare he say that? He wanted to tell him that it was much more complex than Jisung’s derogatory simplification of your mother’s illness, and just because Jisung was failing biology did not mean he had the right to be going around and saying things like that about you. He wanted to tell Jisung to keep his stupid opinion to himself, but despite this intense fury he felt searing up his chest, all he could manage was a stiff laugh.

“Oh. Yeah.” He mumbled, not looking at him in case the smug smile which had graced Jisung’s face flipped the switch which would erupt the burning anger in his chest.

You had been running late that day. You liked getting up earlier and beating the traffic to school, now more than ever, with the sullen mood your house had fallen into, although with the dinner with the Zhong family in your near future, the three boys of your house appeared cheerier. Your father was good friends with Mrs. Zhong and she had always been a good neighbor, and your two brothers were old friends with Chenle’s older sister. You were only one against the idea, but realistically, what harm could one dinner do? You had woken up and been ready on time, but when you climbed into your sturdy little jeep and turned the ignition keys, the engine made an unfortunate spluttering sound, that rather sounded like it was simply giving up.

You had taken a stab at fixing it, popping the hood and pretending as though you had a single clue about what to look for, but upon realizing there was no hope you started glancing worriedly back at your house. Surely one of the three people who all knew all to drive would know something about what was wrong with the engine. Biggest problem was, they were all asleep, and if you woke them up, you might have lost a hand. You were heavily considering risking the hand when, by some sort of divine intervention, a familiar voice called out to you.

“Need help?”

You started, spinning to see Mr. Zhong, the familiar and kind old face smiling at you. You hated how similar his smile was to Chenle’s; he was simply a reminder of who you thought Chenle used to be. Nonetheless, you smiled and nodded, gesturing to the hood and taking a step back.

“Please. It’s all yours.”

He worked in silence for a moment, pulling at the machinery inside the bonnet.

“How old is this car?” He asked, and his muffled voice could not disguise the astonishment in his voice.

“Uh, I think the last person to drive it was my Mom, so, that should tell you.” You half joked, awkwardly watching him work until he indicated to you to try again.

You climbed into the car and turned the ignition, and it spluttered again, but this time the spluttering graduated into the unhealthy purring sound you were used to.

You rolled your window down, and called a gracious, ‘thank you!’ out the window, but before you could proceed the short drive to school, the man stopped you, leaning against the side of your car.

“Wait a minute, I want to talk to you about something.” You uncomfortably clutched the steering wheel tighter, raising an eyebrow at him, as if to say, ‘go on.’

“You and Chenle? How’s that going?” He asked, an eyebrow raised in a similar fashion, although his was more teasing where yours was questioning. Your heart leapt as your face warmed.

“Oh - uh. I haven’t really spoken to him since.”

“Oh.” He sounded surprised.

“Why?” You asked, trying to discreetly gulp away your nervousness.

“Oh, he’s just been speaking about you a lot more, is all. Have fun at school.”

Your five-minute drive to school was the most anxiety ridden drive you had ever experienced. What did he mean speaking about you more? He was asking about your relationship so would that suggest Chenle was saying nice things? Did Chenle maybe like you? Of course, the idea of Chenle having any sort of romantic feelings towards you felt nearly laughable at this point, but this glimmer of hope that had remained from the past ten years that maybe, just maybe, you had finally grabbed the attention of those sweet brown eyes simmered in your chest before you could push it away. He had treated you badly, you reminded yourself. You didn’t need him.

You stormed into school that morning, affirming that you did not need Zhong Chenle in your life, and if he did finally notice you, that was not your problem. But the little girl in you who had walked up to the door of your classroom to overhear Chenle say your name insisted on eavesdropping. And who were you to say no to her?

“... That’s the thing, I don’t think I do. I can’t stop thinking about her.” You couldn’t stop instinctual fluttering of your heart. Chenle couldn’t stop thinking about you. Chenle couldn’t stop thinking about you. Your previous conclusion that he was not more than the sum of his parts was thrown out of the window and replaced with schoolgirl butterflies.

“You definitely hate her. Think about it, you just feel bad because of the mom thing. And you insulted her house, but I mean come on, it was a mess anyways.” You rolled your eyes. Park Jisung was a self-righteous dick.

“It’s not her fault. Their family is in crazy amounts of debt because her mom had some sort of untreatable illness and she was sick for so long. Do you know apparently she had been sick for like 13 years? It must have been torture on their family.” You had never heard him defend you before, and you couldn’t help the small smile which grew on your face.

“Oh, God, really? Well then, there’s your answer.”

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t want to be with someone with that in their family. Dude what if she infects you with it?” Your previously elated heart dropped to your stomach as your face fell. Chenle wasn’t going to let him away with that, was he?

“Oh. Yeah.” He was. Zhong Chenle had the perfect knack of getting your hopes up, and just when your heart had warmed to him again, crushing it, and you were sick of it. You spun on your heel, making your way back out to your car without even thinking about it. You didn’t want to have to look at him.

You thought about the situation as you got ready for dinner that night. You were sick of this stupid game of cat and mouse, where you inevitably always ended up hurt. And thinking back on the past ten years, Chenle had never been a good friend to you. Ever. He gave away your sheet music, he insulted you and now he was talking about you with his friends as if you were some sort of plague just waiting to infect him. You were sick of it and you were sick of him. Zhong Chenle meant nothing to you anymore.

You had half an idea to march out into the hallway where your father was calling you and tell him that you did not want to go, and he couldn’t make you. You drew together pieces of this declaration in your head before firmly making your way into the hall, entirely ready to tell him where the Zhong family could go, but then you saw his face. He had shaved for the first time in a month, the clothes he wore was ironed and smart, and you could have sworn he smelled better than he had in a while. Your previously parted lips closed again and instead of communicating your desire to be anywhere but the Zhong house, the corners turned slightly, mustering up the most sincere smile you could. You could suck up having to sit opposite Chenle for your family - They had gone through so much recently, you thought maybe you could deal with him for another night.

Your plans to snub him was momentarily interrupted when you realized, as he stomped down the stairs into the entry way of the house, where your family awkwardly hovered, exchanging greetings with the Zhong family, he had worn your favorite jean jacket, white t-shirt and black jeans combo that used to make you melt at the knees. Like always, it made his dark hair seem darker, but you pushed back the bubbling butterflies. What he had done was unforgiveable.

“Why don’t I show you guys my room?” His sister had emphatically exclaimed to your brothers who glanced to your dad. He gave a disinterested shrug, and the three stomped up past where Chenle came from. “Chenle, sweetie, why don’t you bring (Y/N) up to your room? The adults can talk down here.” His mom suggested.

“No, Mrs. Zhong, it’s okay-” You began, but you didn’t get to finish.

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous, I know you won’t want to be stuck with the adults. Just no funny business!” You ignored the sly comment which Chenle’s dad mumbled under his breath about, ‘that being unlikely,’ and hesitantly made your way up the stairs, following in Chenle’s footsteps. His house was the exact same as yours - sure his stairs didn’t creak from years of you and your brothers abuse , and it was much sleeker - the black and white modern décor juxtaposed greatly with the warm, yellow tones of your own house, plus the fact they obvious could afford to have their carpet replaced with hardwood floors, but other than that, there was nothing spectacularly upper class about their house that would suggest they had any right to look down on yours.

His room matched his personality to a tee. With grey-white walls plastered with posters of his favorite musicians and athletes whom you didn’t recognize, the room was small but clean and smelt like him. That familiar citrusy scent you associated with him filled the air, and past you would have been intoxicated by him, but current you knew better.

He sat down on top of the checked black and white duvet cover, (little did you know, he was secretly celebrating the fact he had happened to change the Stephen Curry bed sheets the day before) and gestured for you to sit down beside him. You remained standing.

“Uh- Hi.” He greeted, a softness to his voice you didn’t recognize but nearly succeeded in melting the barricade you had placed around your heart. Nearly. You didn’t respond, staring down at your shoes as if, suddenly your vans were the most interesting thing in the world.

“You look really pretty.” There he was again, trying to get your hopes up only to smash them again. You wouldn’t let him. Not this time.

“I know what you and Jisung were saying about my mom. And I’m done with you, okay? You can stop this act now.” You blurted out before you could even stop yourself.

Chenle’s face fell, and his head jerked to the side, almost as if you had genuinely slapped him in the face. He looked like a wounded puppy. Why was it so hard to stay angry at him?

“I- Look, (Y/N), it was wrong what Jisung said, I know. I wanted to hit him.” You raised an eyebrow, which sharpened your features and nearly made Chenle melt, both from the radiating heat of your anger and the sheer attractiveness of the action.

“You didn’t say anything to him. You just agreed and laughed. Like a coward.” You replied, simply.

“Yeah - I know. It was wrong of me. I’m sorry, but look, I’ve had a recent... self-discovery and I like you, (Y/N). If you could just give me a second chance.” He pleaded, standing up to look at you sincerely. His honest, chestnut eyes did not hold the same rotten core you had seen in them a month ago in the charity shop, but you held your ground nonetheless. “Third chance, you mean. Realistically, you don’t know me, and I don’t know you. We’ve lived next to each other for 10 years and we’ve had, what, two civil conversations?” Chenle was the one to look down at his feet now, focusing on the hardwood floors. You weren’t wrong - you didn’t really know each other. You relished in the silence as Chenle thought for a moment, before he mumbled,

“That doesn’t change how I feel about you, though.”

“Well it should.”

He opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by his mother’s screaming for them to come to dinner. You had turned and left before he even had the opportunity to draw breath and he was left alone in his empty room, which grey walls that had previously been illuminated with the presence of you had dulled in the absence of your vivacity.

Dinner was a success for the most part, except for the torture of sitting across from you. He bore holes into the side of your head, but you were so skilled in acting as if he wasn’t there, he was starting to question his actual presence at the dinner table; if it were just you and him sitting there, he would have been convinced he was some sort of ghostly apparition.

“So, you paint, right?” His grandfather had directed toward your dad who nodded politely.

“Yeah, I always loved art and - well I couldn’t afford to go to college so I thought why not kill two birds with one stone and do something I love that I don’t need a college education for.” He replied, the bright look on his face when talking about something he loved was so similar to how you used to look at him that Chenle almost felt sick with guilt.

“And you make much money off of that?” His dad had commented, his knife and fork obnoxiously clinking against the plate. Chenle almost sunk down in his chair.

“I make enough.” Your dad replied, stiffly. He spoke how you spoke to him a mere 15 minutes ago.

“Didn’t you used to like art?” His grandfather had asked, turning to his Dad who shrugged, sipping from his expensive wine glass.

“I painted a little.” Chenle had never seen his dad so uncomfortable.

“No, I remember, you wanted to go to art school, right? But my daughter here talked you out of it.” His dad squirmed in his seat as his mother awkwardly laughed, avoiding the topic entirely and asking your dad another question about his job.

The more your dad discussed his ventures into the world of art, the quieter his dad got. He tried to plaster on a smile every now and then, but underneath, Chenle could tell he was sad. He thought about how his dad had always looked down on your family, and the countless times he had referred to your dad as being ridiculous, a low-life who needed to get a ‘proper job.’ He watched the man who had dwindled his life away and wondered, if he was simply angry at himself, as opposed to the kind family across the street. His father was a coward who didn’t chase what he wanted because he was too scared. Chenle swore to himself there and then, that he would not be a coward, like his father. He refused to become the bitter, jealous old man across the street. And so, late that night, after you had all left, he rifled through the papers on his desk and hatched a plan.

Patience and timing were key elements to Chenle’s plan - A month, to be precise. The day of the Christmas talent show. Everyone was excited to watch Chenle perform, especially now that it had been spread that he was dedicating his performance to someone in the audience. Pretty much everyone in the school who was attracted to boys were praying it was them. All except for you, who still hadn’t spoken to him since that fateful night in his bedroom and had resumed your strategic avoidance of him.

He nervously peaked from the side of the stage of the school theatre which had been transformed from it’s boring wood and red velvet into an explosion of tinsel and fairy lights, the excessive Christmas décor almost hurt his eyes. He stared into the audience past Chaeryong’s skillful dancing on stage, despite her optimistic glances towards him, as he clutched sheet music in his hands. He had enlisted Ryujin’s help to ensure that you were sitting in the very middle of the front row, despite her unwillingness. He had to promise her that if he broke your heart again, she had a free pass at kicking him in a very private place. His attention was only broken from the way you hid a laugh as Ryujin whispered into your ear, by Jisung frantically running up to him, whispering as to not to disturb Chaeryong’s performance.

“Dude! There’s a rumor going around that this mystery chick you’re playing for is (Y/N)?” Chenle simply blinked at him.

“And?”

“Is it true?”

“Yep.” Jisung threw his arms in the air incredulously, whispering as loud as their setting allowed him,

“What the hell is the matter with you! You have every single girl on campus wanting you and you want (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” Chenle spun to stare out into the audience again, turning his back to Jisung. “Leave me alone, Jisung. You wouldn’t understand.” He whispered back, watching and clapping as Chaeryong took her bow, exiting at the other side of the stage.

“You’re right! I completely don’t understand! Have you flipped or something?” Chenle ignored him, breathing out slowly, trying to calm his nerves.

“This is it.” He mumbled, more to himself than Jisung, ignoring his friend who made a last minute attempt to grab him before he walked on stage.

The entire audience sat with bated breath, you included as he sat down at the piano, almost excruciatingly slowly. You stared at your hands, trying not to look up at the stage because you knew that he was probably about to sing some love song to Chaeryong, since his feelings for you had obviously dissipated since that night, and then they would kiss on stage and everyone would be happy for them. You included. Probably. If you were feeling in a particularly positive mood.

“Um, so I’m sure you all know, that I’m dedicating this performance to someone. Which I am, but I’m not going to say who. Yet. They’ll know who they are.” His smooth voice echoed throughout the entire auditorium, officially piquing your interest as you lifted your head up to look at him. He had already moved to face the piano, his fingers - which were unusually shaking - hovered over the keys as he examined the sheet music in front of him, pressing down the first chord.

Your stomach dropped, the familiarity of the scalic motif he played with his right hand causing you to audibly gasp. You hadn’t heard this piece since you were four. You raised a shaking hand to your mouth, ignoring the way Ryujin was almost definitely staring at you with concern. He had kept the sheet music. You had thought all the time, it was in the back of some shop, never to be played again. But here he was, playing your mother’s music in front of the entire school with pride, his skilful fingers dancing from note to note as if it were as simple as breathing, the music enveloping you in a blanket of comfort.

His playing ended too quickly, finishing with a short section you didn’t recognize and ending on a perfect and harmonious cadence. The audience tentatively applauded, the majority - as in everyone but you and Ryujin - more confused than anything, until he walked to the end of the stage, directly in front of you.

“My favorite color is red.” He stated, looking down at you in your chair.

“Wha - What?”

“I am the worst loser ever. Seriously, if you play a game with me and you win, I will find ways to blame you for making me lose.”

“Chenle, wha-” “You said you didn’t know me, right? I’m terrified of spiders. I love basketball more than football but I’m better at football. You couldn’t pay me to take science the second it isn’t mandatory anymore. I talk in my sleep. I’m crazy ticklish. I would literally die for Stephen Curry. I’ve been an idiotic dick, for lack of a better word, for the last ten years, and if you let me, I would love the chance to get to know you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face as you stared into those eyes - those once again dazzling eyes which bore into you, no evidence of corruption, the oh-so-familiar sensation of your heart warming to his words blooming in you once again, as if it had never left.

Your smile resonated within him and he questioned what the hell had he been doing the last ten years. How could anyone, ever want to run away from you?

“If you break my heart, Zhong Chenle, you have Ryujin to answer too.”

He chuckled, the sound of his laugh more musical than anything he could’ve produced on stage, and as you watched him, you came to the conclusion that Chenle was more than the sum of his parts, astronomically. You knew that Zhong Chenle was still walking around with your first kiss. But he wouldn’t be for long.

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request: i read your haikyuu as boyfriend headcannons and 🥺 they were so cute!! if you don’t mind can i get some hcs of your first kiss with noya and hinata 💞

a/n: yess!!!! YES!!!!! your mind...i decided to do all of the first years and add in noya because i really wanna,,,ALSO THESE ARE KIND OF LIKE SCENARIOS??? AGAGAG

@dearkozume because you wanted me to tag you in posts!!! <3

[FIRST KISSES WITH KARASUNO FIRST YEARS + NOYA]

-nishinoya, hinata, kageyama, yamaguchi, tsukishima

nishinoya yuu.

he’d kiss you when walking with you, his mind would probably already be filled with thoughts about kissing you when he realizes you’re giving signs of wanting to be kissed and he. panics

has probably been dating you for a week and keeps on thinking about how to kiss you

he doesn’t want to be pushy and kiss you when you’re not ready, but baby really wants to kiss you

but he won’t if you’re not ready!

but you’ll be walking back from practice with him, hands intertwined as he complains about tsukishima being an ass or something

and all of a sudden he notices that you aren’t responding like you usually do, not even an ‘uhuh’ or a ‘mhmm’

and he just looks over at you to see if you’re okay, and he notices that you’re literally just staring at him, seemingly not even noticing that he’s stopped talking

and he stops walking and realizes that you’re not just staring at him,,,,,,you’re staring at his lips

WHEN I TELL YOU HE ALMOST SHITS HIMSELF. HE’S BEEN PREPARING AND EVEN TOLD HIMSELF THAT IT WOULD BE LIKE A MONTH BEFORE YOU WERE READY BUT YOU’RE GIVING THE SIGNNNNSSSSS

he takes his hand from yours and grabs your shoulders and pulls you in really close, and his breath shakes when he opens his mouth; you’re a little shocked, but in a good way

“can i please kiss you?”

it’s a whisper, and his eyes are wide and his cheeks are painted red; you can even feel his fingers twitch on your shoulders, which is cute because he never gets nervous

and you just...nod

and he nods back at you, closes his eyes, and you close yours. and his lips gently press against yours in the middle of the sidewalk, it’s nighttime, and it just feels so right

he pulls away, his face a mixture of “did i just fuck up” and “OHEIHGroigerngrGUvk” and it has to be the most endearing thing you’ve ever seen. and you wanna see it again sometime soon

just not when he looks like he’s about to pass out from the nerves

“w-....was that good?” he’d nervously ask, his hands still gripping your shoulders, and you’d just nod and laugh, kissing his cheek and intertwining his fingers with yours again before starting down the street

“it was perfect, yuu. let’s do it against sometime.”

“yEAH o-OKAY” (he says as his voice cracks)

hinata shoyo.

you’d kiss him at night, in his room with no one home, it’s a chaotic kiss because he probably doesn’t see it coming, like at all, and he does something stupid before melting

you guys are used to being at one another’s house like,,,,all the time

you’ve been friends since his middle school says, and when he told you he was going to karasuno, you decided you’d go too

and now that you’re dating, it’s all basically the same. except you wanna kith him and he wanna kith you but you guys are each other’s firsts and just.awkwardness pursues

you’re at his house, but natsu is out with his mom getting groceries for dinner that night (you’re staying over for the night because it’s a friday)

and you’re waiting for hinata to be done with his shower, just finishing up the homework for the weekend so you can 1) spend time with your boyfriend and 2) so you can help him with his homework later

“y/n, have you seen the lotion anywhere?” he calls from the bathroom

“oh, yeah, give me a sec” and you get up and open the door, remembering you put it in the cabinet instead of on the counter, and you just stop,

his hair is wet and he has a towel on his shoulders, his cheeks red from the heat of his shower, his eyes raking over the counter and shelves

“i-its in the bottom cabinet” you manage, and he smiles and opens to cupboard, laughing, “why’d you put it there?”

his voice is just. perfect. it’s smooth from the steam and yet it’s still a little grainy

and you briefly wonder what it would sound like after a make out session bUT YOU STOP YOURSELF

“what’re you staring at???” he tilts his head to the side and just. doesn’t realize your heart is beating out of your goddamn chest

and you decide to just go for it

in one swift step you’re right up next to him, both hands on his cheeks to bring him down and kiss him, his eyes are wide, not really processing what’s happening, and he’s pretty shocked

so shocked, in fact, that he drops the bottle of lotion on your foot

“OW whAT THE HELKE”

“AH IM SO SORRY IM SO SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO --”

you sigh and hold your foot, jokingly saying “you could’ve just told me you didn’t want to kiss instead of smashing my big toe, shoyo --” but he doesn’t even let you finish before he dives in for a second kiss, lips tightly pursed together, inexperienced, but eager, hands squishing your face

and he pulls away, his large eyes staring straight at yours, breath ragged and ears glowing red

“hehe, shoyo, you’re getting your wet hair all over my face”

“sorry i just really wanted to kiss you again”

kageyama tobio.

he kisses you because he just can’t take it anymore. it’s probably out at a park after he’s done practicing, and it’s unexpected because he doesn’t know how to do anything; but he goes for it anyway because he just wants to let you feel how much he loves you

i’m surprised he even has an s/o anyway--

he texts you saying ‘hey can you come to the park with me. i was practicing with the idiot but he left because it was late and now’

‘now???’

‘i’m lonely :(’

and now here you are, sitting on a bench, laughing with kageyama as he tries to practice by himself

“kageyama! it’s already nine pm, take a break and then let’s get something to eat”

he reluctantly nods and moves to sit next to you on the bench

you smile up at him and lace your fingers with his, resting your head on his shoulder and staring at the night sky, peacefully thinking

and kageyama is sure you can hear his heart beat like a drum against his chest

he texted you because he wanted to kiss you but he didn’t know how to say that, and chickened out and just said he was lonely

kageyama knows that he’s not experienced, and that if you were in a relationship with someone like tsukishima or sugawara you’d have already kissed by now

and he’s just...so thankful that you’re so patient with him, and that you respect his boundaries

and he knows that you’ve probably been wanting to kiss him, and damnit, he wants to kiss you too

so he just tests the waters...and just kisses your temple, causing your head to shoot up in shock, because he never kisses you

and you can’t even say anything now because his beautiful steel blue eyes are staring at you so intensely that your breath is stolen from you

before you know it, he leans down and firmly presses his lips against yours

but he doesn’t pull away for a few seconds, which you don’t mind because fuCK hE”S KISSING YOU YES

but then a few more seconds go by

and then a few more

and then you finally pull away, “kageyama?” but he doesn’t respond and then you get a good look at his face and almost burst out laughing because it’s literally SO RED

his brows are furrowed together, his lips are tight, and his cheeks are so pink and he just softly mutters out, “i didn’t know how long to kiss you for and then i freaked out because i thought it was too long and i froze up please don’t break up with me i’ve never done this before--” and you cut him off with a kiss that, this time, only lasts for a few seconds

“there. is that better?”

and he can barely manage a nod with how hard and fast his heart is beating

tsukishima kei.

he’d kiss you the morning after you’ve slept over, both tired and lazily watching tv with a cup of joe in his hand and breakfast in your lap, a warm atmosphere taking over you both

it’s probably a sunday morning, and you and tsukishima are sitting on his couch with the tv playing a documentary on dinosaur fossils after you wake up from spending the night

and he had a cup of coffee in a white mug with a stegosaurus decal on it, and you have a finished plate of toast on your lap

“did you know that a stegosaurus’ brain was the size of a dog’s?” he mindlessly says, taking a sip of coffee

you hum and look up at him, taking him in with all his glory. his hair is messy and slightly curled at the end now that let it grow out a bit, his glasses were slipping from his nose and his typical piercing eyes were less so, now seeming just a little tired

but your eyes got caught on his lips, and how the coffee left them with a wet sheen

it had already been a month of dating, you had met him when you both took the same extracurricular class in college (’art before the modern ages’ it was called, all about art from the cavemen period and around there)

after suffering through the boring lectures from a rather untalented professor, he ended up asking you out to coffee one day (surprising you)

and now here you were, sitting with your sides touching, heart beating in synch

‘well. might as well kiss him’, you thought

“hey, kei, put your mug down real quick” “???okay, weirdo.”

he gently places his cup on the coffee table in front of you both, and he looks over at you expectantly “why'd you wan--” but alas, his words are cut off as you pull him down on top of you, your back hitting the cushions with a soft ‘thud’

but despite having the confidence to initiate pulling him on top of you, his honey eyes are wide and right in front of yours and you didn’t plan for them to be so mesmerizing

needless to say. it’s silent and awkward before he opens up his mouth to tease you

“so you aren’t going to kiss me?” he’d say with a smirk, before rolling his eyes and repositioning himself so his lips are hovering right over yours

“guess i’ll have to do it myself”

and he laces his fingers with yours as he kisses you passionately. the sun is filtering in, and it looks like he has a halo of light coming from behind his blonde head of hair. it’s so breathtaking that you just close your eyes and lose yourself in the feeling of him on top of you

he pulls away from you with eyes filled with love, something you’ve noticed he’s giving you a lot lately, and gives you a small, genuine smile

“god, i have to do everything around here”

“oh my gOD shut up”

yamaguchi tadashi.

he’d kiss you when you’re doing something domestic together, like making dinner together when you both are blaring music in the kitchen and you’re crushing him with the back hugs you love to give

“tadashi, the salt is in the cabinet above you head!”

“thanks, baby!”

he’s stirring the pot for the spaghetti, putting salt in the boiling water before he puts in the angel hair

and you’re finishing up the homemade sauce, deicing to let it simmer for a few minutes while you decide to go and bother tadashi

“mmmm, that smells good, baby!” you say as you go behind him, peering over his shoulder. he laughs and shakes his head, “it’s just pasta” you shrug, “still smells good.”

the domestic scene just fills your heart with so much content that you’ve just GOT to let it out

and you want to let it out on your wonderful boyfriend, tadashi

so you press your face in the back of his olive green sweater, letting your hands slowly slip over his sides and across his stomach, interlacing your fingers together before letting out a sigh of satisfaction

you almost giggle at the way his body tenses up and he twtiches in your hold

“wha-what’re you doing! you’re going to make me burn the spaghetti!”

“you can’t burn spaghetti, tadashi”

“watch me!”

“i can’t help it, you just smell like...”

“like what?” he’d ask, his face red as he finally pours in the pasta, the corners of his mouth poking upwards

“like my future husband~” CUE HIM DROPPING THE BOX IN THE WATER, BABY BOY IS SO SUPRISED

“w-WE’VE ONLY BEEN DATING FOR TWO WEEKS, I--”

“i”M KIDDING TADASHI AGAGAGAA CHILL OUT”

a few seconds pass, and his heart is still going a thousand miles per hour, you know because you can hear it thumping against your hands that are now on his chest

you start to giggle, face propping up on his shoulder

he can’t help it, and he starts to laugh too, laughing at how he gets flustered so easily when it comes to you

and after a minute of loud tear-inducing laughter, he finally just turns around and wraps his arms around your waist, his eyes staring down lovingly at you and your dazzling smile

time slows to a stop, and you both just lean in at the same time, lips connecting at the halfway point, perfectly. he’s smiling against your lips, scrunching up your shirt in his grip. :(((( this is so cute

and his heart jumps a little at the way your hands fist his shirt, and he thinks about how he could do this all night (which he will) before he separates from you with hearts in his eyes, placing his chin on the top of your head

“uh, i think you burned the spaghetti babe??? how the hell--”

“i TOLD YOU THAT YOU DISTRACT ME”

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nctworststuff · 3 years

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2 Hearts 1 love; Chapter 1: Beginning

jPairing: Taeyong x fem!reader ft bestfriend!Yuta

Sub-genre: Angst, crack, College au

Sub-Warning: Breakup, cursing, doubt about love, mention of kill, mention of gun and knife, featuring of Yuta, coffe, cringe (?)

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Words count: 1.4k

Summary: Already written in the paper that y/n and Taeyong are destined to be together. But there must be challenges and storylines that they have to go through

Sub-summary: The very beginning story that tell you about how you meet each other

Velvet say: This is an event for The TaeTae Day! I hope you guys love it! Sorry for any mistake!

Tagging: @supermwritersnet @jaehyunstories (send an inbox if you want to be added)

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"We breakup"

"If its all you want" Your voice are calm but anyways you slammed the table and stand up, let your untouched cup of coffe on the table spilled.

Your (ex) boyfriend shook that you not even show him any expression. You just act professional and your face just calm. Its because you know he cheated on you for a long time ago. You just pretend to blind your eyes with those pain. You tired of this.

"Y/n, please dont made any mess-"

"No one care about the messy I made. And you said you cheat on me right? Okay. Also yeah, have fun with your new girl" you said before shut the door, not forget to shove your shoulder with his.

He just stay still at his place, not even move. He pissed off a bit of what you said

”Such a rude lady”

You are tired of this. This is a... second time you're in this situation? But The fact that your ex cheating on you not hit you at all. You get used with it. Why you have to cry?

Plus it's not essential at all. You know he is not a right person for you from the beginning of your relationship. Okay, there's a scar a in your heart but it doesn't effecting you life at all

After the a few days you breakup with your ex, you just scroll the social media and do a thing that just wasting your time. You just want to spend your time with real and only y/l/n y/n. Thanks to your ex, because of him, you feel really doubt about love.

In the future, if you have a grandchild, you can imagine it about them asking you a love thing like "How grandma fall in love for the first?" Or "Who is grandma's first love" and something that related about the topic. Of course you would lying about the 'first love' question.

Because you dont want to tell a hurt thing behind a happier one. Let just blind them with those thing, so they know that love is somehow is a good thing but actually they finally know what is artifical love and true love when they go through it. And you would do the same thing with your future child

You shook your head

Okay maybe this is too FAR and this is too early to think

Until you get a call from someone,

"Hello" the familiar voice speak

"Hi Yuta. Whatsup?"

"Meet me, at usual place at 2.00"

”Sure”

"Why you suddenly decide to meet me? Usually you would busy on the weekdays like this" you stirring a coffe you received from a waiter at usual place. Usually, you hang out with him at here when holiday or when he want to discuss about assignment

"I already complete an assignment early which professor had give us plus I dont know what to do today. So I decide to hangout with you” he take a sip of hot espresso

"Nothing to talk about?" he ask you like he know that you're hiding something. You gulped

"What?" You act like nothing happened

"Spill the tea“ oh, he really know about it

"Well, yeah I just spend my time with my pho-“

"No. I was talking about you and him" he cut you off.

"You broke up with him right?" How he know about that? He doesn't supposed to know this

"How you know about that?"

"You forgot he is my friend" he replied

"Gee. Friend? I didn't know you are friend with him"

"Not really friend. Just my classmate"

"Im regret to date with him" you rolled your eyes. How you feel stupid at yourself for fall easily at the very beginning and you got nothing at the end.

"Thats why its called regret, y/n" He is right. Regret is a dissapointed over something that already past. And you date with your ex is the thing of a past.

"Dont talk about him. Im tired with that. I should kill him" If you have a knife or any gun in your hand, you just already kill him when you saw he cheated on you

”Unfortunately, its a crime”

”Yeah, I know”

"Dont worry. Maybe there is someone out there who are truly right for you" yeah, maybe.

"Who would it be?"

"Someone. Someone that is not me. Cuz Im not deserve you" yuta play with his finger

"Stop talking about love. Love is too early for me"

”But we are getting older, y/n" you know day by day you are getting older but if you still not believe with love you can get into the trouble

”I feel doubt about love" there is it. The feeling of doubt always running through your head

”Trust me, love is exist”

”I know but somehow its like fake for me”

”How about that red haired guy?”

”Who?”

”You dont know? He is a student at our college and also my classmate. He is quite attractive though but he rarely talk with peoples”

”I see. I dont know about him but why you suddenly talk about him?" Red haired guy? You love red. Sound interesting but you are not sure with that

"Just said if you are interested”

”Sorry but Im not that type to fall easily”

”Fine. But think twice when you meet him one day”

You keep thinking what Yuta said a few hours ago

"But think twice when you meet him one day"

It keep repeated in your mind.

You drink you strawberry milkshake with a straw while thinking back about it. Was he is really that attractive? Red hair sounds good to be honest.

You walking to the park and take a fresh air. Woah, how long you didn't do this thing?

While holding your drinks, you slowly walks to the brown wooded bench. You sit on it and enjoying the view of the park. You are too careless and didn't realize that you spilled someone drinks. When you finally notice it, you panicked and dont know how to deal with it

"What the fuck this cup of coffe doing at this bench?" You said at yourself. Who puts a cup full of coffe and leaves it alone? Is it funny and weird at the same time?

"WHAT THE- WHAT DID YOU DO!" You flinch when you hear the man wearing a black tshirt shout at you. He walking towards you. His face is red and thats mean he are very angry right now.

"What you do with my coffe?" oh no you are in the big trouble right now. There is a 7 billion peoles in this universe but why always you get into the problem?

"Im sorry! I didnt mean it! And who the fuck put their own things and leave it alones!" You raised your voice and rolled your eyes. Anyways, you have to face it

”Oh god! I leave it alone because I have to buy something. Cant you beware of something! I waited for this coffe a long time ago” tsk, how funny, you thought.

“I didnt notice it when I sit at here! Dont just blame on me”

"Did you use your eyes or your knees? Watch carefully! You didnt know how much I put effort on it" he rolled his eyes. His face was familiar for you

"Come on, its just a cup of coffe"

"if so, replace me with the same coffe with the coffe you spilled” he look at you with a daring eyes

”Fine. Its not a big problem at all”

“Here is your coffe, Ma’am” the barista said and handed it to to you

”Thanks. How much?”

”25 dolla (usd)” you cursed silently. How expensive. You can feel the guy’s smirking at your back as you took out your money

”Thank you, Ma’am. Hope you can come again”

The barista flashed a smile to you and you smiled back. You walk out from the coffe shop. You rolled your eyes when you meet your eyes with the guy. You handed the coffe to him. He just take it and walk away. That make you clench your fist and your jaw

”Can you at least say thank you?”

”No. How to say thank you?”

“Such a ungrateful man” you just spend your money just for his coffe and now he act like nothing happened

”Whatever. Meet you tomorrow“ he walk away and didnt even turn back to look at you. His action made you let a long sigh and something popped in your mind

What does he mean by meet me tomorrow? and his face somehow look familiar

Black tshirt

Attractive eyes

Red hair

Oh shit, he is the guy that Yuta talked about

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savoies · 3 years

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Remember Those Days - Dylan Holloway.

Summary: Dylan forgets your anniversary and slowly remembers.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: mentions of sex and maybe a few bad words.

A/N: This fic went through about five rough drafts until I finally came up with one I liked. It was supposed to be an angst fic but hey we deserve something cute every once in a while, enjoy!

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Today was your third year anniversary with Dylan. Honestly after a few years today your anniversary date was just spent at home doing whatever your heart desired together. Well today it seemed as though your boyfriend's heart desired to be with his friends.

“Babe I'm gonna hang out with the boys, I'll see you later ok.” he said as he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“Oh ok, but you’ll be home before six right?” you asked.

“I was planning on coming back around ten, just depending on what we do, why do we have plans?” He asked, raising his eyebrow questionly. You shook your head no and let him walk out. You didn’t want to be one of those significant others that made a big deal out of it. You knew he was forgetful. I mean last week he had forgotten where he had left his phone the night before. You were used to this. At least you thought you were. Looking back at your time together Dylan had never forgotten any special dates. He had remembered all your firsts together down to a t.

Your first date.

First dates. Stereotypical to be an awkward time between two people to decide if they like like eachother or not. Well for you and Dylan that was not the case. Most sixteen year olds would go out to the movies or go down to the carnival in town (if there was one). But not you and him. Having grown up as acquaintances you were used to having him around. Honestly kind of surprised when he had asked you out but I mean hanging with Dylan was always a good time. It was a simple gesture and quite frankly you weren't sure how to say no. You had just gotten off of school and since both of you lived so close to each other he just decided to walk with you instead of asking one of his friends for a ride.

“Hey Y/N wait up.” you turned around to be faced with the smiley blonde haired boy that you had grown accustomed to.

“Hey Holloway, whats up.” you spoke up as you kept your eyes trained on the ground.

"You busy tonight?” he said as he nervously grabbed the straps of his backpack waiting for a response.

“Well considering I have homework but i'm pretending I don't then no i do not, why up for a late night adventure?” You looked up at him with a smirk. When you guys were younger you would sneak out of your rooms and go on adventures around the neighborhood until your parents would call you up and ask where you were.

“Actually kind of, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come over later?” he shot you a small smile hoping that you would get the hint of him asking you out.

You thought about his words as they registered in his mind. If this was a dinner with his parents then your family members would have known as well. But he was asking you specifically which meant only one thing. “Oh uhm like a date, I mean yeah uhm sure.” you smiled back at him. I mean how bad could it be. Being in a small space with one of the cutest and nicest dudes you knew, yeah not a big deal at all.

Later that night as you went over to his house you did not suspect what was about to go down. This wasn't a basic date and I think that is why you remember it so well other than the fact that it was with Dylan. You guys spent the whole night cuddled on the couch watching hockey game reruns and just talking about life, and not one single moment did he make you feel uncomfortable.

Your first kiss.

Kisses are supposed to be magical. First kisses are usually awkward and yours was both. It was late one night and both of you sat on your porch after a date just looking at the stars and enjoying each other's company before you had to get back inside. Maybe it was a in the moment thing or the fact that you really really enjoyed your time together but next thing you know both of you were leaning into each other. Which of course for it being your first kiss something has to go bad. Somehow both of you made a wrong move or something and next thing you know Dylan’s bottom lip was bleeding.

“Oh my god Dylan I am so sorry.” You spoke up as you tried looking for a napkin or something.

“Honestly if my lip had to bleed everytime i kiss you I can handle it.” he looked up at you softly.

“Oh my gosh you are literally bleeding and you're using this time to make moves on me.” You laughed.

“Hey, it's working right?” he laughed as you hit him on the shoulder and waved him goodbye as he walked back home.

First I love you.

I love you. Honestly seems like everyone makes those words a really big deal. Some people saying don’t say it back if you don’t feel the same way, others saying try to refrain from it as long as possible. For you and Dylan it had been about ten months into the relationship. Him being away at one of his many hockey games. He was anxious. Honestly the most anxious you had ever seen him like this. Some scouts were going to be there and he had to make a good impression which of course you weren't worried about but he was. He had called you saying that your voice calmed him.

“What do you want to talk about?” you questioned.

“Literally anything other than this game.” He let out a breath he had been holding.

“Well I had a burger today from that place you like.” You randomly blurted out.

“Wait are you serious, how rude of you not to wait for me.”

“Don't come between me and my food.” Both of you continued on talking about each other's day until his coach came into the locker room.

“Ok Y/N I have to go wish me luck.” He sighed.

“Good luck Dyl you got this, I love you.” And before you could stop yourself from saying it those three words that seemed so powerful slipped out of your mouth first. I mean you didn't expect to say it first. Or even say it so soon. You knew it was true and had felt this way for a while but you didn't think you'd fall for him so soon.

“What what, dId you, can you repeat that.” Dylan spoke up as a huge smile grew on his face. Honestly he was planning on telling you tonight but it seemed as though you beat him.

“Ah fuck it, I love you Dylan Holloway now go kick some hockey player butt.” You smiled on the other side of the phone call.

“Holloway, get a move on.” His coach yelled.

“Ok babe I have to go, I love you.” After that night he brought back a win and both of you laid in bed together exchanging the three words back and forth with huge smiles on your faces.

First Anniversary.

Honestly if people had told you that one day you would be going out with the boy a few doors down you would’ve told them that they were crazy. But one year later you were still going strong. And doing the same thing you did for your first date except this time with chocolate. Lots of chocolate. It was sweet. Dylan having had practice earlier in the day and texting you many times throughout the day on how he thought it was crazy how someone like you could date someone like him. He came home tired and all you did was lay in each other's arms as you played with his hair and both of you slowly drifted off to sleep.

First time.

First times. Scary could be one word for them. Opening up to someone on a vulnerable and exposed level can be one way to see it. Another way to see it is giving yourself entirely to the person you love.

Draft day. A special day in many hockey players' lives. The day that will basically decide their future for them. It’s like the game life. Picking a career and a salary except for them is someone else doing it for them. So here Dylan was waiting and waiting as they called names and teams.

You were a few doors down following the live draft deciding that it was better if he got this special moment with his family and you guys could spend time together later.

As your boyfriend's name appeared on your screen you jumped up and down your room. Dylan having exchanged hugs and done the whole post draft interviews he came over. As he walked into your room you jumped into his arms.

“Dylan, I'm so proud of you.” you whispered in his ear.

“I love you.” He replied as he softly but needingly kissed you. As one thing led to another both of you were on top of each other exchanging messy kisses with the door closed. Hands all over each other as articles of clothing were scattered across the floor.

Waking up from the events of the past night brought a smile to your face as you laid in your boyfriend's arms with your legs intertwined.

~~~~

Dylan had come back home as soon as realization hit him. How could he have forgotten. You were sitting on the couch watching some random reality show that was playing.

“Hey Dyl, why are you back so soon?” you asked on why he was six hours earlier than he had said.

“Y/N baby fuck i messed up. Shit im so sorry.” he came over and placed a kiss on your lips.

“Dyl baby it’s ok, I can think of a few ways you can make it up to me.” you smiled.

“Wait so I forget our three year anniversary and you're completely fine with it?” He asked.

“Remind me what we did for our first year anniversary.” You looked up your boyfriend.

“We sat in my room and watched hockey games.” He looked at you trying to see what you were getting at.

“And how long did that take?”

“I don’t know like three hours?” He questioned.

“So what's stopping us from doing it now, come here.” you said as you wrapped your hands around his taller figure. Both of you laid together for the rest of the day all your cares washing away.

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