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feelbokkie · 4 months

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Let’s Fall in Love, IRL | Chapter 8

pairing: Jisung x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff, non!idol au, Pen pals to lovers, friend of a friend to lovers

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, mention of a panic attack (but not actually)

summary: When she was a child, L/n Y/n was in a horrible accident that left her face disfigured. After getting bullied relentlessly by her classmates for her appearance, Y/n escaped to the digital world where she meets Felix. Now an adult, Y/n has be come a complete social recluse, only talking to her 4 childhood best friends and roommates and her only friends. When Felix goes AFK one day in the middle of a game, Felix’s roommates decides to step in. Is this the start a new relationship or will Y/n’s crippling social anxiety get in the way?

taglist: CLOSED

word count: 1,931

screenshot count: 1 (another delulu video)

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“Lixie…Lix…Felix…Lee Felix…Yongbok-ah…”

“Hm?” Felix hums, finally paying attention to you.

"'Are you still watching?'" You ask, mimicking the question that appeared on both of your screens.

As far as you can tell, Felix hasn't been watching since he hit play 6 episodes ago. You've been engrossed in the anime that you've been watching, but every few minutes you'd look over to his screen to find him blankly staring at something. What, you're not entirely sure, but it sure as hell wasn't Netflix.

You felt bad. You hadn't talked to anyone besides your brothers for days. And even then it was only when one of them had to literally drag you away from your computer to take a break from working. At one point, both Chan and Changbin unplugged your computer, after saving your work, and confiscated the pen for your tablet to spend more than 20 minutes with everyone. Both Felix and Han offered to just sit with you on a call while you worked but you knew you'd get distracted. And, with Changbin's version of exposure therapy, you were more drained than you've ever been. But when Felix texted you asking to binge a show, you decided that you deserved a little break and a reward for getting through the week.

"Yeah, I'm still watching," He lies.

You watch as Felix rolls his neck and stretches his arms to the side. His hair is tucked away neatly in a blue beanie. You're not sure if it's because of the quality of the camera or the light from his desk, but his face looks noticeably paler. His freckles are much darker on his face than you're used to and the bags under his eyes.

He's exhausted, that much you know. He's been streaming a lot more lately. You get his notifications and sometimes you'll put it on in the background while you work, but only for a little bit. You've sent both him and Han snacks and drinks while you've been working to remind them to take care of their health, but it looks like Felix is letting his suffer.

"Which character is your favorite so far?" You decide to test him. You know Felix well enough that he'd lie and say he wasn't to keep watching with you if you were to ask him directly.

"The blonde one," He says quickly.

"Which one? There's seven," You press further.

"Seven?" Felix's eyes widen, "Are we watching The Sound of Music?"

You can't help but giggle at Felix's reaction. You watch as his face turns red as his eyes scan the screen, probably rereading the title of the show. It seems to have pulled him out of his slump.

"You know," You sit up further in your chair, "we can stop watching if you're not into it. Oh! Do you want to see the characters you're going to voice?"

A small smile appears on Felix's face. "Oh you know I love looking at your art. You've probably been dying to show me for a while now."

"I have! But I finally finished the design for the main one that you're going to be doing. Hold on,"

You quickly search for the folder that has your character designs and open the handful that you wanted Felix to voice.

"We can continue watching later if you want," Felix says softly.

"It's okay, you weren't that much into it. I can watch the rest of it by myself. We can watch a movie instead if you want. Your choice." After you make sure you open all of the files, you take over sharing your screen.

Felix quietly nods while the images load for him. You're not sure how to read his expression. You silently plan to pretend that you have to get back to work after so he can go and take a nap or something.

"Can you see it?"

"Yeah! These are so cool. Hey, that one kinda looks like me!" Felix's features light up again as he looks at the character designs.

"Yeah, that's Prince Silas Rafferty. He's one of the main heroes. His quest begins after his father, King Edmund Rafferty, also voiced by you, is assassinated. Many believe that Si murdered his father to claim the throne and he is banished. He spends the rest of the game trying to find out who is responsible and avenge his father. Oh and this is--"

Knock knock

"Hold on, Y/n," Felix turns to his door, taking a deep sigh. "Come in!"

Creak

"Hey, I know you said not to bother you, but we have a situation."

Badum

You freeze as Jisung's warm, soft voice hits your ears. You can't see him, Felix's camera is positioned away from his door. Perfect to avoid accidental shots of his roommates.

"What happened?" Felix asks, getting less annoyed.

"So In and I were--oh hey, Y/n sent you the characters for her game. Did she send you mine? I'm a thief! I can't remember what my name is. Something with a 'T.'"

Jisung appears on camera, his full body in the frame. He's wearing a large black hoodie that nearly swallows him whole. his oversized jeans seem smaller in comparison to his hoodie. His hair is flat and he's wearing large, black-rimmed glasses you've never seen him in before. His hair is also hidden behind a yellow beanie.

"Timble," You remind him of his character's name.

"Oh hey, Y/n, you're here too?" Jisung leans in closer to the computer, a large smile quickly taking over his face.

Badum

"Hi Hanji," You roll up the sleeves of your jacket, suddenly feeling hot. Inuyasha gets up from his spot in the corner of your room and makes your way over to you. He rests his head on your lap. You quickly pull up Timble's artwork for Jisung and Felix to look at.

Felix's eyes quickly shift between the two of you. He opens his mouth and closes it like a fish gasping for water.

"Han, what was the situation?" He finally asks.

"Oh, right!" Jisung turns his attention back to Felix, "Long story short, Innie is stuck on top of the fridge."

"And you just left him there?" Felix jumps up and runs out of his room.

Jisung just stares at the door that Felix ran out of, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment for forgetting why he came to him in the first place.

"Shouldn't you go help them?" You turn your full attention to the video chat.

"I need a break. I spent the past 20 minutes trying to get him down by myself. They'll call me if they need me." He sighs as he sits down in Felix's chair.

His face is clearer now. So clear that you can see the lack of lenses in his glasses. You also notice how pink and swollen his bottom lip is. Almost like he was nervously chewing it earlier. He probably was while he tried to figure out how to get his roommate down.

"Why is your Innie on top of the fridge?" You ask, breaking the silence.

"He wanted to film a few tik toks and one of them required him to be somewhere high. It was either the fridge or we filmed it outside. We didn't need another reason for the neighbors to think we're weird, so..." He puts his elbows on the desk and rests his chin in his hands.

"Insane,"

"The life of an influencer normally is from what I've seen...Were you guys watching The Promised Neverland?" His eyes shift to Felix's other screen.

"Yeah, we got through half of the first season."

"How'd you like it? I wasn't sure if it was going to be triggering for you or anything when I recommended it. But I thought you might like it. Sorry, if it was," You watch as Jisung nervously licks his lips.

"Oh no yeah, I had major flashbacks while watching," You joke, laughing. "But in all seriousness, some of it was similar to how I grew up. Not all of it, obviously, but the home aspect was a bit similar. The art is mesmerizing though. I want to study it. And Lix didn't like it so I'm just going to finish it alone." Your hand instinctively runs through Inuyasha's fur, calming you almost.

"I can watch the rest with you. Let me re-watch the first half and then I'll finish it with you." He suggests.

"Are you sure?"

"I watched it by myself the first time and it was kinda lonely. Needed someone to freak out with. And trust me, you're going to want someone to freak out with. It's going to get both heavy and crazy, especially season two."

"Won't it be boring? You already watched it all." You sit up straighter in your chair.

"Hm, I could watch paint dry with you and it'd be interesting. You'd probably start diving into the history of paint and, well, we've already established that I like the sound of your voice so..."

Badum, badum

"You're an idiot. The history of paint?" You laugh, remember one of the calls you had with Jisung where you just started reading the history of textiles on Wikipedia out loud while you were researching for your game.

"A cute dork, no?" He tilts his head to the side, blinking into the camera.

Badum

"S--"

"Han! Come here!" You're cut off by the distant sound of Felix's voice coming from somewhere in his apartment. Probably from the kitchen.

"Those idiots, they're going to wake up Minho hyung and then we're all in trouble. I've got to go." Jisung quickly gets up and leaves the room.

You're alone for a few moments, continuously stroking Inuyasha's fur. You debate hanging up the call and just going back to work or waiting for Felix. You're started when Jisung immediately pops back up on the screen.

"Can I call you tonight?" He asks quickly.

"Yeah, of course. And don't watch the first half of the show. I'll rewatch it with you so you can get the full history of paint experience."

You can't help but smile as a large, toothy grin overtakes Jisung's face. Your stomach does a summersault as you see how tiny his eyes get from his smile.

Cute

"Whatever you want, I'll be happy. I seriously have to go, I'll talk to you later." He gives you a little wave before disappearing off the screen again.

You don't feel well, your heart and brain are going a mile a minute. You feel hot, all the heat going to your head. It almost feels like a panic attack, but different somehow. You don't feel the overwhelming sense of dread that normally comes with a panic attack. Instead, you feel...hope? Instead of cold and like you were outside of your body you felt...warm and fuzzy?

Inuyasha gently takes your hand in his mouth and tries to gently pull you to the ground. Normally, you'd let him. It's his job, what he's trained to do. But, unlike when you're actively having a panic attack, your head is clear.

"Innie, if you bark, I swear to god, you are sleeping in Changbin's room." You warn him, not wanting anyone to rush into your room.

Because if you did you know they would calm you down and try to figure out what freaked you out. And you would have to sit there and tell them that you were having...the opposite of a panic attack? A joy attack? Some sort of mindfucking attack that you wouldn't even know how to explain.

All because of Han Jisung.

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clownprincehoeshi · 1 month

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Parallel Hearts - Chapter 7

Synopsis: Never in your wildest dreams you imagined that you’ll meet your ult bias. But it seems that the universe really loves you this time. Will Jeon Jungkook notice you?

Pairing: fem reader x ?idol

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Warnings: for all chapters-Kissing-Nudity-Sex 18+-Stalking-Harrassment-Cheating-Death mentions Minors don’t interact!

Word count: 5637

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After a few weeks away from your new home in Seoul, coming back broke your heart a little more. Because it reminded you of Mingyu and you still had feelings for him. Just whishing to make the feelings go away it won’t do anything.

Of course you had thoughts about you maybe rushing into breaking up and not believing in him enough. But he had a reputation and you saw with your own eyes. Also, Jun told you he doesn’t think Mingyu did anything that night, because he knew the guy loved you.

Loved? Does he still love you? Did he ever love you? Would you give him a chance?

You really don’t know, and all this thinking gives you a headache. Better think about something else, or even better, find something to do to keep your mind away from him. So you decide to make today a day for yourself. You will go on a date with yourself, a walk, some ice cream, maybe a movie.

So you take a nice shower, put all the lotions of the world all over your body, put a great outfit with a cute makeup and go for a walk.

The November air is pretty cold and you like to feel warm, so you opted for an oversized coat and a fluffy beanie. Also, a mask, because you can’t stand cold air coming into your nose and mouth. Trees are almost bald at this time, the scene might look sad and creepy, but somehow it’s a feeling of freedom.

Everyone should take themselves on a date from time to time, you think. You don’t know why when it’s almost zero Celsius outside, you crave ice cream. Is it because Mingyu used to bring you some all the time and you would cuddle on your couch, eating a whole bowl together?

Memories like that keep sneaking up on you. Every little thing reminds you of him, that’s how your brain works. It was the same after every major breakup you had. It’s normal to get attached to someone and after they’re gone, your mind still goes to them and connects dots.

A cute fancy cake place catches your eye and decide to enter and chose whatever you like. Something with marshmallow and strawberries. Feels nice to sit on a window table, eating your cake in peace, looking at the people walking on the sidewalk.

You remind yourself to workout more, maybe drag Hana to a local gym 3 times a week. Even going on long walks it’s really good for the mind and body, you always loved to walk and observe the city.

Hmmm, I wanna go out and have fun tonight, should call Hana.

Hana: Wifey, hiiii!

Y/N: Should we go out tonight and dance?

Hana: Hell yeah!

Y/N: Ok, then I’m going to the cinema in a little while then going to head home and get ready.

Hana: Who you’re going with? Date?

Y/N: Date with myself, yes. I really need to take my mind of everything that happened lately. I know I just came back from my vacation, but here, everything reminds me of him.

Hana: Wifey, you need some fun in your life. More than usual.

Y/N: I don’t know, not really in the mood for going out. I would just sit on a chair and zone out, and people would just come bother me with stupid questions.

Hana: Ok, then maybe something more quiet, like dinner and hanging out? You could invite Jun too and I don’t know…

Y/N: Girl. Do you like Jun?

Hana: Haha, look at the time. See you later at your place, I’ll bring food and drinks. Byyeee!

She always does this when she’s caught. She’s so ridiculous. But she’s right, I should do more fun stuff.

After texting Jun about tonight’s plans, you walked home. On the way, you stopped at the supermarket to get your favourite snacks.

As soon as you’re close to your complex building, a text comes up on your phone screen.

Unknown number: You look pretty today, but pretty girls shouldn’t walk alone all day.

Trying to remain calm, you pretend the text didn’t phase you, you put it in your pocket and walk a little faster. You look around to see if you’re being followed but now that you’re thinking about it, everyone looks suspicious.

Getting inside your building never felt safer. You ask the security at the front door if anyone asked about you and they say no.

You hurry to get inside your apartment and immediately call Hana. She doesn’t pick up. You call Jun. no answer, he’s probably really busy. Your mind starts to go places and you even contemplate about calling Mingyu.

Ugghh, I’m just sick of this shit!! Why are they doing this? It’s probably stupid Jungkook again. I should be more careful from now on about my surroundings, I never am. I’m so dumb sometimes.

Managing to calm yourself down after a while, you need to unwind some of this pent up frustration, so the best solution for now is going to the gym. Some boxing will sure help. Even at the private gym in your building, you keep an eye on every single guy that’s in your line of vision. Nobody is to be trusted.

30 minutes hitting the boxing bag, already feeling better, then some heavy weighting to end. Feeling like a brand new person. Now it’s time to get back to your apartment, take a hot shower and get thing ready for the little get together with your friends.

It’s 8 PM and Hana and Jun are at your place, eating some Mexican food and talking.

Y/N: Guys, I think I am being followed again.

Jun: What??? Who’s following you?

Hana: It’s fucking JK again? I swear to God, I’ll kick his balls!

Y/N: I don’t know, it might be him. Or I might have another stalker.

Jun: Girl, wouldn’t it be a good idea if you told Mingyu about this? He might be able to help, especially if it’s concerning Jungkook.

Y/N: Ugh, I don’t wanna talk to him though. I am not ready to hear from him or see him.

Hana: Please be careful when you’re on the street, when you’re walking into your building, in the elevator, even when you’re about to open your door. Who knows… I’ve seen and heard a lot of crazy stories.

Jun: Can you promise me something? If things like this happen again, please let Mingyu know. I know he still cares about you and would do anything for you.

Hana: How do you know that?

Jun: We talk, we’re besties. He knows we hang out and he always asks about you, if you’re ok, if you’re sleeping, eating, if you’re sad or lonely. Maybe with time you two can talk about what happened, fix things between you and even be friends.

Y/N: I don’t know, really. If I didn’t have this much shitty history with exes, maybe I’d give him a chance to explain. But I’m just so tired, you know. Just tired. I’m still not over him, but I can’t keep let men lie and cheat. Even if he didn’t cheat, I won’t allow my partner get into that type of situations where they make me doubt them and look like a fool.

Jun: I think you just need to do things in your own pace, nothing more. I’m sure he will wait for you to heal.

You feel so emotional that tears start running down your face, because you really feel loved right now. You have two good friends that are ready to throw hands for you. They both rush to hug you and they hold you like that for minutes, until sobs start to disappear.

The rest of the evening, they make you sit on the couch between them, holding your hands while watching your favourite funny movie, The Grinch.

Hana: Want us to sleep over? We can make a huge bed in the living room and sleep here all three.

You just nod and cuddle into them more.

Y/N: I’m so lucky to have you both. And thank you, Jun, for being genuinely my friend and not having hidden intentions. I feel like so far, all the men in my life that acted as friend had other intentions. So thanks, you’re a real one!

Next morning, Jun left for work early and both you and Hana got ready for office together. You gave her some of your clothes to wear.

Hana: I’ll drive you home after work today, and I’ll be doing that for a while, to make sure you’re not followed.

Y/N: I’d usually say no, but I am actually a little concerned. So thanks, it means a lot. And you know I’d do anything for you too.

Hana: Love you!

Y/N: Love you too!

Today there’s a shoot for Jongga, and you didn’t bother asking who amongst the Seventeen members will be in it. You just knew one of them is the new ambassador for the company.

When you walked into the studio, you saw the staff doing their jobs. Some was sitting on the chair, having his makeup done. Couldn’t see his face, but you were sure it wasn’t Mingyu and you felt relieved, even though you missed him.

This guy has black hair, a little long and a little curly. Wearing a red suit and looking really good from behind. When he gets off the chair and turns around, you two lock eyes and stop for a moment. His cheeks turned pink and it made you smile, remembering the time when you pushed him into that wall and kissed him in front of JK and Mingyu.

Well, he looks hotter than usual, more buff. And that longer hair does things. You were impressed, but then you remembered how he was a little shit to you. So you thought you could play a little and get your revenge. Nothing big, just teasing him.

So you take advantage of the situation and the way he’s blushing after seeing you and you wave at him and send him a cute wink. It works, not his face is all red. You start to giggle and you turn to find the photographer for some last touches about the set.

The whole shoot, you gave Hoshi long flirty stares and smiles. You loved watching him fluster. He kept on zoning out, not being able to focus, kept on running into things, stumbling over. You could feel his eyes on you every time he looked. And each time, you would look back at him to catch him and make him feel shy.

After the shoot was over, your assistant brought some food and drinks and you got an idea. Seeing as Hoshi was getting his makeup removed, you grabbed a tray and put some food on it, stuff you thought he would like, then went towards him and placed the tray on the table next to him.

Y/N: Here, I’m sure you’re hungry. We’ve been here for over 8 hours, you’ve worked hard.

He turned and looked into your eyes and blushed again.

Hoshi: O..oh, thanks! Really.

You touched him shoulder, a little pat and smiled, then walked away. That should do for today, he’ll be thinking about me all day. He thinks he’s a big bad tiger, huh?

Then you went to Hana’s desk to tell her about it.

Hana: At least I am seeing you smile, it’s been weeks since the last time you smiled. But please, don’t break the poor boy. He seems so helpless.

Y/N: I can’t forget how he treated me. I won’t treat him the same way, I’m not evil, but a little teasing will be fun.

Later that day, while you were at the grocery store, you got a text from Jun.

Jun: What did you do to Hoshi? He’s been talking about you the whole day. We had practice for the performance team and our ears hurts from how much he yapped.

Y/N: Oh, what you mean, bestie? I did nothing, I’m an innocent angel. I was just nice to him.

Jun: I don’t know, he kept saying you’re really cool and pretty. He’s insane. What you doing now?

Y/N: Market, wanna cook tonight and go to bed early. Tomorrow we’re having a big meeting about your new show that we might work on.

Jun: Wasn’t Hana driving you home?

Y/N: She did, but the market is next to my complex and she dropped me here. I’ll be careful.

Jun: Text me when you get home.

Y/N: Ok, mom!

You had no idea you spend an hour inside the store, because now it’s dark outside. You have a 5 minute walk to your building. Taking a left, you notice a guy walking your way, wearing black clothes, a hoodie and mask.

Oh. Shit, I don’t have the pepper spray on me.

There’s nobody else around and you feel tensing up as you and the stranger walk closer and closer towards each other. Right when you get close enough to him, you pretend to wave someone behind him, so he thinks someone’s waiting for you.

Suddenly, you start running, carrying groceries in your paper bag. The fastest you ever ran, you think, but then why did it seem like you didn’t move an inch?

The guy started calling your name, yelling after you. You were sure he started running, trying to catch you. So you started screaming.

Y/N: Leave me alone!!!!

Stranger: Y/N!!! I’m going to catch you, so stop running!

But your building was so close and you felt a little better knowing the guard will be net to the entrance. As soon as you reached the door, you started punching the glass for the guard to let you in. you felt a strong hand grab your coat as the door opened and you got inside.

Trying to get away from his grip, you screamed at the guard and threw your bags on the ground. Both hands pulling on your coat. The stranger hesitated to step inside the building, but he kept trying to get you out of it. This is not how you imagined your end.

Luckily, the guard came over and scared the stranger away, and the jerk ran. Your fell on the floor after he released the grip on your coat. Tears starting to cover your face, your whole body shaking from the scare. This had never happened to you, not at this scale.

Guard: Miss, are you ok? Did he hurt you?

But you were not able to make a work for some minutes, you were in shock.

He managed to lift you up and you threw yourself in his arms, asking if the guy is still around.

Guard: No, he ran away, you’re safe now. Let’s get you a chair and some water.

He sat you down, your hands still shaking. You couldn’t stop crying. He offered a glass of water and you drank it all immediately. He waited for you to calm down a little, until you were able to speak.

Guard: We should call the police and your family or friends, or someone.

Y/N: Can you please get my bag? My phone.

He brings your bag, you take your phone out and press the call button.

Y/N: Please come. Someone attacked me in front of my building and I’m scared.

You were sobbing while on the phone, but he understood everything and the only think you heard was “be there in 15”.

When you saw him, you felt like crying harder. Your legs couldn’t move, he came to hug you and tell you it’s going to be ok. You knew that no matter what, he will come.

Mingyu: Tell me what you need right now? Want to call the police?

Y/N: No. I don’t know. Take me upstairs, please.

He took your bags in one hand and your hand on the other. The whole way up in the elevator, you couldn’t keep away. You felt to scared that you needed to be stuck to his chest to feel safe. He was so angry this happened to you.

He put in your door password and got you inside. He felt happy you didn’t change the password after the breakup.

Mingyu: Let me put the food away and I’ll run you a bath, ok?

You just nod, with a sad face.

After the bath was ready, he lifted you in his arms and carried you into the bathroom where he slowly put you down.

Mingyu: Can I help you take your clothes off or you want to do it? I can leave the room..

Y/N: You do it, my hands are still shaking. Please.

You should feel embarrassed, ashamed, but all you feel is safety. Because you know him, you feel comfortable.

He takes your clothes off, then helps you get in the hot tub. While you’re sitting in the hot water, he keeps on patting your head and back.

Mingyu: I’m here, you’re safe.

You finally lift your eyes and look at him and you see how miserable be looks. His eyes are teary.

Mingyu: Want to talk about it?

Y/N: Not right now. I’m sorry, I didn’t know who else to call.

Mingyu: Baby, you can always call me. I told you.

Y/N: Were you busy?

Mingyu: Doesn’t matter, you are more important. But let me call the guys and let them know you’re ok. They were worried. Jun wanted to come too, but he needed to stay for practice.

He gets his phone to call Jun. He answers so fast.

Jun: Tell me she’s ok.

Mingyu: Yes, she’s fine. I’m with her at her place.

Jun: Jesus fuck! What happened?

Mingyu: I don’t know yet, she will tell me later. She’s too scared right now.

Jun: Ok, just keep me posted, ok?

When he gets back to you, he sits on the floor next to the tub, holding your hand.

Y/N: Can you stay tonight?

Mingyu: Of course.

When you’re out of the bath tub, he helps you dry off and put comfy clothes on.

Mingyu: Come on, sit on the couch and I’ll make some tea, then prepare something to eat. I don’t wanna hear complaints.

You sit on the couch, covered in your favourite fluffy blanket, watching him cook in your kitchen. You try to think about how this makes you feel. If you could forgive him and get over what happened. Your break your own heart again, realizing that you could never forget about it and you could never be the same with him.4

And what’s the point of being with him if you can’t get over it and be happy and trust him again? You like to hope though, but deep down you know it. It’s not the same, it’s never going to be the same again. You never want to trust a man again.

You cry again, but this time because of your heart. You still love this man and you can’t be with him.

He sees you’re crying and he comes to hug you and kiss your cheeks. He also kisses your lips, a small peck. But it felt like fire. It burned you whole and it made your heart hurt more.

Mingyu: I will get back to the kitchen, but I’m here, not going anywhere.

You lay back into the couch, wanting to be swallowed by it and just disappear and make the pain go away.

After a while he comes back, food ready. He cups your cheek, asking if you want him to feed you and you say no.

You tell him it’s ok to sleep in your bed and that you need him to hold you. You know this will break your heart even more, but what’s one more, right? You’ve got this far, you’re poor heart is on the floor in thousands of pieces. Nothing will build it back together anyway.

He holds you the whole night, whispering sweet words.

Mingyu: I’m really sorry. For everything. We could talk about everything that happened tonight and between us when you’re ready. I wish I could take us back in time before I screwed up, but I can’t. I know you can’t trust me now and I swear, I could never cheat on you. Never.

You can tell he’s crying too. Maybe he’s telling the truth.

After he’s making sure you’re asleep, he closes his eyes too.

You wake up in his arms, feeling his breathing into your hair. You used to love this, but now it only brings you anxiety. You feel like he’s not yours anymore and that he could just disappear any moment. You hate this feeling.

When he feels you shift in hi hold, he brings you closer and kisses your head. A soft “I love you” passes his lips and you feel like crying.

You need to end this, you can’t take it anymore.

Y/N: Gyu?

Mingyu: Yes, my love.

Y/N: I can’t do this.

He slowly sits up in bed to face you. He wasn’t expecting this.

Mingyu: Can’t you try?

Y/N: I can’t trust you, and every time you look at me or tell me something nice, my heart breaks again. Because I know I can’t go back to what we were.

Mingyu: I was very drunk that night, I admit. And I remember talking to that girl. I just don’t remember going to my room with her, everything is blurry after I left the party. I would not lie to you. I swear. I’m sure this is a set up of JK.

Y/N: I just can’t believe that. You don’t even know what happened, if something happened or not. I can’t forget that and if we’d get back together, my mind would keep going back to that moment and I would feel miserable. It would influence our relationship. Trust me, I know myself. I’ve been there before.

Tears start to fall on his cheeks and he take your hands in his. You pull them away.

Y/N: I just can’t. I can’t give you what you want. At least not now. I don’t know about the future. Maybe 5 years from now I am able to heal and start over, maybe you’ll be married with the love of your life.

Mingyu: You’re the love of my life, you’re the one I want to marry.

You drop your head and try your best to keep your tears inside, but you can’t.

Y/N: I’m sorry. I still love you, but I can’t do this to myself. I would be miserable.

Mingyu: I understand. You…. want me to stay a little longer today? Are you feeling better now?

After you broke his heart, he’s still thinking about you. and this makes you break some more.

Y/N: You can go, I’m ok. I’m sure you need to work.

He comes closer to you to give you one last hug then he gets up and leaves. You know that if you don’t walk him to the door, you’ll feel worse.

Y/N: I’m here if you ever need me.

Mingyu: Same. Bye, Y/N!

God, now I can finally ugly cry alone. I’ll miss you, Gyu!

And you cry, the whole day. He calls you at some point to make sure you’re ok. He also tells you that he will take care of the situation from last night with your stalker. He is sure it was Jungkook or some guy hired by him. He won’t leave things like this, not when you don’t feel safe.

Maybe I’ll get over him in a few weeks, thought would anyone get over the Kim Mingyu? Like…ever?

The next weeks are extremely hard for Mingyu also. He can’t be 100% at work and he feels like shit, knowing he’s disappointing his members. They just had a comeback, they are in full concert frenzy and it’s practice, travel, performing, shooting non-stop. It never stops and he feels like soon enough, if he’s not having some time off, he’s going to go insane. His members are worried for him and try to talk to him.

Hoshi still tried to understand what happened between you and Gyu, and seeing him so sad these days, he decides to do an intervention. He brings Jeonghan with, hoping they will somehow help Mingyu’s case.

Hoshi: We can see you’re not ok, and we can only guess why.

Jeonghan: You should talk to us about it, Gyu. Let it out, it will help.

Hoshi: But start from the beginning, because I feel like I was out of the loop for a while.

Mingyu: I’m sorry, Hosh. I’ve been an asshole to you. It wasn’t intentional at first, you then I thought it was funny how you thought something else. Truth is, she was nothing but an angel. And I ruined everything. She can’t trust me anymore and I understand why. But it’s still hard to accept it. We still love each other and we can’t be together. I know I’m not perfect, maybe I’m actually a jerk and she deserves much better.

Jeonghan: Come on, you know that’s not true. You’re a great guy, 10 out of 10. I don’t know many guys like you. don’t put yourself down. Maybe you’re just not meant to be together. Or maybe it was not the right time.

Hoshi: Look, I’ve talked to Coups too and we all agreed that you should take a break. A month or two. Something like this takes time to heal, we all been there. We will manage and we’ll be waiting for you to get back. It’s not the end of the world.

Mingyu: I think you are right. I feel like I am sinking into the ground slowly. I need to breathe. I need to leave for a while.

After a week, Pledis announces Mingyu’s hiatus that’s going to last for an undetermined period. When you found out about it you knew why he’s doing it and you felt guilty. You wanted to call him and be there for him, but it would do more harm than good.

It’s been weeks since you last saw him and all this time helped you a little. You need to keep distance for now, to heal. Won’t help either of you if you keep talking or meeting. It’s fine, you’ll have him back in your life in the future. Just not right now.

Since Mingyu’s hiatus, you were able to spend more time around Jun and the rest of the members, either at concerts or just simple gatherings and dinners. Jun adopted you as his little sister. Hana kind of liked him, but it was not reciprocated unfortunately.

Today, you had a shooting with the performance team. They are planning an MV for a new song. The set is really fun, they will even get to dance in water while getting their pictures taken. The stylist picked some flowy outfits, all black, for that scene.

As you were standing on the side, watching them dance and pose, making sure everything is right, you felt someone pinching your arm.

Hana: Earth to Y/N!

Y/N: Oooowww! What the hell!

Hana: Can you be more obvious than that?

Y/N: What do you mean?

Hana: You were practically drooling over them, or one of them. Who is it?

Y/N: Pff, don’t be ridiculous. Plus, my bro Jun is there. How could I drool over him?

Hana: Maybe you were not starring at him? Is it Hao? I’ve been seeing you two being flirty.

Y/N: Girl, we are just flirty people, but it’s innocent. And it’s nobody, leave me alone!

Hana: I know you. I know what you’re thinking when you’re making that face.

Y/N: And even if I liked someone, I don’t want a guy in my life. I’m done with men, I’d rather be single forever.

Hana: You don’t even believe that.

Y/N: Just watch me.

She scoffs and leaves you there. Were you really starring and drooling? You didn’t think so. Well, they look good, and those clothes were hugging their toned bodies a little to close from that damn water that splashed everywhere. The water floor was your idea and now you are not sure if you love it or hate it.

After a few hours, the shoot is over and you get an idea, walking towards the 4 guys.

Y/N: Great job today, really!

Dino: Oh, thanks, Y/N! Your team is really professional, they did almost all the work.

Y/N: Nonsense, it was all you.

Minghao comes and puts his arm around your shoulder, smiling at you.

Minghao: It’s hard to find a woman who’s this attractive, smart and talented.

His flirting doesn’t make you blush anymore, you got used to it by now.

Y/N: Staaaahp, it’s not like you guys are not 10s. Any woman would marry you instantly.

Hoshi: Would you?

Y/N: Duuhhh!

Jun: Ugh, stop this flirting, it makes me sick!

Y/N: What about flirting more at dinner? My treat today, I wanna spoil you guys.

Hoshi: Yaaasss, I love food!!

Y/N: I know.

Hoshi: And you know that because.. you like me?

Y/N: Pffaahh! Me? Like you? As if.

A s you all walk towards the exit, you try to annoy Hoshi for saying such a ridiculous thing, so you catch up to him while he’s walking next to Jun and you pretend you trip and push Hoshi. With an innocent and shocked face, you apologize to him.

Y/N: Oh no, I’m so sorry! My eyes are blind from such beauty and such light emanating from your face.

Everyone starts laughing and Hoshi pouts.

The dinner went pretty much the same. You kept making flirty jokes with Hoshi, sometimes making him blush, sometimes getting hit back with his flirty lines. At some point you would talk in a cute voice, pretending to want to feed him a piece of meat and he would open his mouth without thinking. When the meat was right in front of his mouth, you would just take it back and put it into your mouth.

Hoshi: Wow, you’re so mean. I don’t wanna be friends anymore.

Y/N: Does…this mean…you want to be lovers?

And you cup your cheeks with your hands, blinking uncontrollably and cutely, making shy faces.

Hoshi: No, you’re too annoying for that. I like girls who don’t make fun of me.

Y/N: Nooo, please! What can I do to make you forgive me?

Hoshi: For starters, you could make some really cute faces and I’ll think about it.

Then you do your best aegyo, without thinking. Those few shots of soju helped, you hate doing this normally. The other guys start laughing at how cute and funny you looked, but Hoshi blushed. His face was fucking red. He started frowning, eating angrily.

Y/N: What’s the matter? Too cute for you?

Hoshi: Shut uuup!

This banter continued for the rest of the evening and you felt it was the most fun you had in weeks. Many weeks. At the end, you started to become a little emotional.

Jun: Hey, are you and Hosh twins? You’re both the same when you drink.

Hoshi: No, we’re not. I’m more cuter, she’s just annoying.

Y/N: You know nothing, Kwon! And I am fine, I’m not going to star crying like you. I don’t cry for men anymore.

Minghao: Why would you cry for men? Look at you, they should cry for you.

Y/N: Riiight? I am so done with relationships and love.

Minghao: What if you fall in love by accident?

Y/N: I’ll just ignore it.

Dino: How can you ignore that?

Y/N: I don’t know, I’ll distance myself from the guy, I guess.

Hoshi: That’s just dumb. You should be happy you found love, and embrace it.

Y/N: What do you know? You don’t know how one sided love is. Or how it is to love someone and not being able to be together.

Hoshi: Yes, I do.

Dino: Oh, don’t remind him of that, he’ll start crying.

Jun whispers into your ear: he was in love with a girl once and she let him think she liked him, then fucked one of his friends.

Y/N: Oh, shit!!!

Then you go sit net to Hoshi and give him a pat on the head, seeing that he was about to cry.

Y/N: Come on, Hosh, shit happens and it’s in the past. We’re drunk, we should not talk about exes. Fuck them!

And you take another shot. You can hold your drink better than him, and when you see him trying to take a shot too, you grab the glass from his hand and drink it yourself.

Y/N: Here, drink some water. You don’t wanna get a headache tomorrow, do you?

He’s looking into your eyes like a lost puppy. His mouth in the most adorable pout and you just wanna squish his cheeks. So you do it, you let your invasive thought win. You start squishing his face, playing with it, pulling on his nose, pinching his cheeks.

He’s all smiles and giggles, he loves it. You both forgot about the teasing. Without realizing, you end up cuddling into each other, on your chairs.

You don’t know how, but you ended up in your apartment with Hana. She’s trying to make you shower before bed and drink some water.

Hana: Y/N, stop being stubborn and take these off! You can’t shower with pants on.

Y/N: Why not?

Hana: Because clothes are not skin. And you need to watch your skin.

Y/N: But clothes need washing too.

Hana: Yeah, in the washing machine.

You were finally in your bed, cuddling your bestie.

Y/N: I like cuddles. People should cuddle more.

Hana: Good night, drunky pants!

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miscellaneoussmp · 7 months

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I want my happy-ish domestic ending, so I wrote it myself. Anyways, here's Emi's sixteenth birthday (cw/tw: death mentions):

When Emi woke up, she was filled with excitement. Today, she was officially sixteen. She had lived one more year, and that was something, right? She had a relatively normal life now. She was adopted all those years ago. She goes to school and hangs out with friends like all teenagers her age do. After getting up from bed, she walked into the kitchen of the apartment, passing Luis, who was sleeping on the couch. A note was held on the fridge door with a magnet. It was from Benito. It said he had to go into work early, but hopefully, he'll be back in time to celebrate her birthday. It finished with him telling her to have a good day. Emi tried her best not to feel upset as she knew Benito was out here saving people. Like how he saved her. She made herself a bowl of cereal and sat on the arm rest of the couch where Luis slept. The tv was playing some old reality show that Emi didn't much care for.

School was pretty normal for Emi, aside from being given a few happy birthdays and a small gift of a cookie from a friend. There was only one hiccup in the day. Honestly, it really isn't a hiccup, just a surpise. A substitute teacher called full names on the roster, including hers Emilía-Lucie Camelo. When her adoption became official, she was allowed to change her name. She thinks it was meant for her to only change her last name, but when she added Lucie to her first name, Benito smiled so brightly at her. It was another way to keep Lucie's memory and legacy alive.

After school was over, Emi went back to the apartment she shared with Benito and Luis. Only Luis was home as it was his day off from working night-shift security at some fancy hotel. He greeted her and wished her a happy birthday while ruffling her head under her beanie. The two sat in comfortable silence while she did homework, and Luis did some minor chores. Near sunset, there was knocking at the door. When Luis opened the door, there stood Jeffrey and Diego. The two had been traveling around the world working through whatever they needed to work through. They still made time to be in Emi's life when possible as they, Diego mostly, took comfort in her being living proof of Lucie's memory. After a small group hug, they four took some time to eat a few snacks and watched some more trash tv together like a family would. They are a family afterall.

Benito came back just a bit after sunset with a cake and a few candles. It was too long after, when Emi sat at the dining table with a cake in front of her with some candles stuck in it. "She would be very proud of you if she was here, Emi," Diego spoke, and Emi's started to tear up. "Don't make her cry on her birthday, jackass." Benito immediately responded with both Luis and Jeffrey giving him 'what the fuck' type looks. Diego immediately apologized, saying sorry quickly in rapid secession. Emi found herself laughing softly as the candles were lit. She closed her eyes and blew out the candles. Her wish was for her to make what happened all those years ago worth it. Her birthday cake was caramel apple flavored.

#ordem paranormal quarentena #opq #opq emi #opq benito #opq luis #opq lucie #opq diego #opq jeffrey #let me write a happier ending please!! they deserve to be happy!!#let them be happy and domestic!!#yes the cake is caramel apple flavored on purpose!

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sharloola · 8 months

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ODE TO THE SALON (BLUE MAGIC)

Washed, stretched, no oils— all plans cancelled for today.

You trek to auntie in old trackies and a beanie with your survival kit:

Earphones and snacks shoved into a bag,

Next to 4 packs of 1b and clear gloss.

The marketplace is only a skeleton of itself when you arrive,

You pass by crates of fresh fruit and fake fendi as the streets pulse to life.

The vendors nod at you as they chat in the frosty morning glow

and you smile back, praying you don’t run into someone you know.

Auntie’s late (but that goes without saying).

You’re seated at her altar, neck braced, playlist loaded.

She turns moses, parting 4c with a rat tail comb

And your open palms face the sky with synthetic hair laced between your fingers.

The small girl next to you marvels at how you stay x-pressionless throughout.

She has not yet learned to swallow pain so yelps and cries,

Envying her brothers who have turned the shop floor into a wrestling ring.

They roll around on a sea of knotted hair, in dishevelled uniforms and overgrown taper fades.

Their mother tries to scold them for half an hour before giving up,

Instead focusing on the tv as her red-black hair is layered and smoothed with molten tongs.

Tendrils of smoke are released with each sizzle and clink,

Curling between her and the pixelated faces of nollywood on the screen.

The smell of burning is a comfort to you now,

Child embraced by the warmth of a village who sets itself alight.

Even fire can be a kindness when welcomed,

She heats hair masks under plastic bags and sears coils straight when asked.

Someone is playing music from home and it rings out tinny from an old samsung.

Lingala, yoruba, patois— bodies sway to the beats regardless.

Your hips are all polyglot in rhythm,

And somehow the crying baby drifts off to this and the sound of a blow dryer.

Auntie says you’re tall and quiet, like her daughter back home.

You realise then why her hands are so tender on your head

And wonder if she always looks for her babies in the scalps of strangers,

Sees a mirage of them in oil flecked reflections as her bones twist coarse tresses day after day.

The blue magic your own mother cast when you were small still lingers.

You notice the teenage boy getting cornrows can’t understand the sorcery in this place.

He stares at the floor as his head is pulled and frowns at all the shouting,

Unburnt ears alien to these sharp incantations of love.

You were the same when first you sat in the chair,

Milk teeth of a wide tooth comb and nintendo to keep you busy.

You flinched at the raised voices, gazing at girls on pretty n silky boxes,

Secretly hoping pink lotion might make you look like them.

You’d sit patiently by the nail bar as your mum retouched,

Nose crinkled at the chemicals while she assured you she’d be done soon.

Sweet fried dumplings and curry goat from next door were your reward and sometimes,

The man selling watered down perfume would spritz the air just to humour you.

Your mum always announced if something hurt her,

And swatted the acrylic capped fingers from her head like mosquitos.

You used to wonder if your voice would grow in after your big teeth did,

But you still hold your tongue when pain comes from hands that could love you.

Now, the cacophony of the salon is a familiar melody and you know the choreography.

Eyes plié when the husband-landlord walks in heavy and italic,

Lowering all chatter to a murmur as he demands cash from his wife.

She hands it over with a painted smile and he slams the door on his way out.

The stony interlude is short-lived because we practise alchemy through laughter here:

Auntie makes a quip about his bad breath and tension surrenders to joy.

In this coven, mens anger is snuffed out like flyaways under clouds of mousse,

Rendered lifeless by protection runes hidden in the creases of weathered palms.

The women swap stories over your head in kintsugi english,

Kissing teeth and gesturing wildly with dollops of shine ‘n jam on the back of their hands.

You understand now that wisdom is being sewn in as well as tracks,

And tuck their fables behind your ear for times yet to come like seeds in damp ground.

Finally, when the sun has melted to dusk, the water is set to boil.

You are placed under the dryer and stretch out your stiff fingers.

Auntie swoops your baby hairs after the sweet olive spray,

And warns you that it’s berry cold outside as you hug.

You leave: braids dripping, scalp sore,

Kink in your neck and pep in step.

At school, your friends would marvel as you showed off the clean parts,

While the other kids asked to pull and prod.

For the next two weeks, you’ll be vigilant with the scarf at night

And not think about the next style until new growth turns the knotless to a blur.

A few months from now, the man in the hair shop will follow you down aisles

And you’ll call up auntie again to hear her psalm, words a mosaic with veins of gold:

I’m fine. How’s mummy?

(I love you)

Which hair you want?

(I love you)

Send picture.

(I love you)

You have the hair?

(I love you)

Ok, come 9.

s.o.

#original poem #poem #poetry #writing #black poetry #black poets on tumblr #spoken word #afro hair #black girl magic #black culture #4c hair #black women #sharloola

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onlyswan · 10 months

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why do i feel like oc was the one who made him buy all those coloful beanies (and perhaps urged him to wear the ck colorful briefs more often 👀) to give him more variations to his color palette OR if i want to be more delusional, it could be because he knows that oc likes colorful things and things that are bright and colorful remind him of oc and knows that they like it too so they could share :’] -because look at him… he went back to the black beanie💀 aaand if one fits you well, why not get another color right? hshshs i have this mindset too because why fix something that’s not broken?

please confirm this artemis i beg you. i miss our love birds sm and i need to recover from your last drabble 🥲 but i still want to share my thoughts on that one because that one wrecked me. in the future tho because i need to prepare myself to reread it again and want to and i will 🙂🫶🏻

ps. whenever he goes live i always think of you and oc. like i just know that oc is there.. laying somewhere with a kitkat and their phone, picking what flavor would the chicken be and ordering tteokbokki, waiting for jungkook to end his live whenever he’s ready to go eat <3

-🌷

actually be more delusional bc oc loves that pink beanie 🫶🏼 and for sure oc just further encourages his need to buy something in multiple colors for when he randomly feels like switching it up lmaooo and he loves when they borrow his things :(

and eeekkk why is it so endearing that you know oc likes colorful things 🥹

i miss them too 🥲 i’m excited to finish the next drabble !! please give me the strength and energy !!

oh i’m definitely curious about your thoughts about the last drabble becauseeee 😭 broke my own heart writing that. but i know it wrecked you so i’m sorry and take your time my beloved :P

omg stop i’m blushing you are the cutest ☹️ to be in someone’s mind at the same time as jungkook is a big privilege LOL the closest i’ll ever get to him??? you bet oc stole some of his snacks while he was busy though :P

#🌷 anonie

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ericsonclan · 2 years

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Sweet as a Milkshake

Summary: Gabe tries to find the perfect outfit for his diner date with Nurgul

Word Count: 1423

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Gabe could feel his frustrations growing. No matter what jacket he chose he looked like a total dork. He couldn’t afford to look like a dork today, not when he had a date with Nurgul. He wanted to look cool, mysterious, handsome not like how Gabe normally saw himself. Still each time he tried a new look he only found himself hating how he looked. When he looked in the mirror in a leather jacket he had stolen from Javi’s closet Gabe knew it didn’t look right. Tossing it aside with an angry huff he searched for a new jacket.

“Something’s got your beanie all up in a twist,” Mariana leaned against the doorway with her usual teasing smile.

“Not in the mood, Mari,” Gabe grumbled and worked on his quest for the perfect jacket.

“When are you ever in the mood for a healthy dose of my teasing?” Mariana kicked off from the doorframe. “So, what’s the occasion?”

“It’s nothing,” Gabe grumbled, tossing aside some failed choices. Mariana watched her older brother for a minute before a smile appeared on her lips.

“Are you getting ready for a date with Nurgul?”

Gabe froze. She had guessed right.

“Aha, that explains everything,”

“No, it doesn’t! Maybe I’m just trying on jackets to be cool,”

“Oh yeah?” Mariana sat down on the bed. “Then why are your ears turning red? They only turn that red when it's about Nuri. Plus you were blasting those cheesy love songs in your room again.”

“Shut up,” Gabe pulled on his beanie, covering his ears. He knew she was right. His ears only got red for two reasons: out of embarrassment from lying or because he was getting flustered. And Nurgul made him flustered in the best way possible. But it also made him a total mess.

“Whatever, so maybe I have a date with her. I need to look cool, something that doesn’t make me look like a complete dork,”

“Not possible, I’m afraid it's a terminal case of dorkitis that you have,”

A grumpy frown appeared on Gabe’s lips. “Ha ha. When did you become a comedian?” His voice dripped with sarcasm.

“I was born with these skills. Better watch out, Uncle Javi, I’m coming for your crown!” Mariana called out towards the kitchen downstairs. The constant laughter and flirations down there ceased between their uncles for a moment.

“And which crown would that be?” Javi yelled upstairs.

“The comedy crown! I’m the queen now so whatever I say goes! My first decree is that we have arroz con pollo for dinner tonight!”

“Neither of you even were comedic royalty,” Gabe mumbled but no one was paying attention to his pouting.

“Fine with me! Think we can cook that tonight, Santi?”

“Sounds good to me, mi príncipe. As long as we can- Javi, your sticks!” Santiago’s voice immediately changed in intonation.

“Oh shit! My cinnamon sticks!” Javi quickly dropped the conversation with his husband and niece as he struggled to save his snack.

“Well there we go, secured us a great dinner,” Mariana playfully kicked her legs while a smug smile rested on her lips. She hoped Javi would use the recipe they had found in their mom’s old things when they had moved. Her smile quickly disappeared though when she saw her older brother hold up their dad’s old army jacket.

“Why did you keep that?”

Gabe looked over when he heard his sister’s tense tone. “I didn’t want to throw it away. Wanted to keep a part of him I guess,”

“Yeah, well that is the reason why he abandoned us so maybe pick a better memento,” Mariana’s eyes glared at the army logo before she hid them. Her shoulders were tighter now and her smile gone.

There was a sad silence between the pair of siblings. Gabe wasn’t sure what to say now. He was just as pissed at his dad as Mariana was but he couldn’t fully bring himself to throw out everything that his dad had given him. Seconds slowly ticked by until Mariana hopped off the bed.

“Wear this,” She grabbed a light blue zip-up hoodie with a dark blue hood. “You’ll still look dorky but I think Nurgul likes that about you. Don’t try so hard to be cool, just accept the dorkiness.”

Gabe took the hoodie with a bit of a confused look. “Oh, thanks,”

“No problem, see you later,” Mariana turned without another word and went to the door.

“Mari,”

She glanced back at her older brother “If you ever want to talk… about dad, I’ll listen.”

Mariana studied her brother’s expression then gave a short nod. “I know, thanks,” After a beat she left.

Gabe stared at the door then quickly looked back at the mirror. Pulling his arms through the hoodie sleeves he got it settled just right over his white shirt. Yeah, Mariana was right. He just had to be himself. That’s who Nurgul liked. Double-checking his hair and practicing his wave and smile for when he saw his girlfriend, Gabe strolled out. His feet whacked against the steps before he jogged to the door and grabbed his red converse. “I’m heading out!”

“Okay, be safe and back in time for dinner!” Javi called out from the living room.

“I will!”

“Be a gentleman and pay for the meal too!” Santiago’s voice chimed in.

“Yeah, I know.” Gabe double-checked that he had everything then opened the door and hopped down the front steps. Trying to still carry the cool swagger he felt he had a portion of, Gabe strolled down the street and made his way over to a nearby diner. He was hoping he’d arrive right when Nurgul did.

As fate would have it she had beat him to the diner and already saved them a booth.

“Gabe! Over here!” Nurgul gave a wave and a soft smile that made Gabe practically melt like butter on the spot. She looked absolutely adorable in her dark gray cardigan that wrapped around her form and covered a lighter gray top.

“Hey, Nuri,” Gabe jogged over and gave a dorky smile. “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”

“Nope, I just got here,” Nurgul’s smile remained, making Gabe’s heart tumble around his chest.

“Good, I’m glad,” He quickly picked up the menu in front of him. “So, what should we get this time? Stick with our usual order of burgers?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Awesome! Then for milkshakes, one chocolate, and one strawberry?” “Oh, actually, I was thinking… hmm, maybe it’s stupid,” Nurgul nervous played with her nails as her foot dragged across the ground.

“I bet it's not. What is it?”

“Well, when I first came to the States me and my mom used to watch a lot of romantic comedies to help learn English quicker. And in one of them I saw a couple sharing a milkshake so I thought it would be romantic if we tried it,” Nurgul tucked some of her short black hair behind her ear. Gabe’s face instantly heated up at that and he awkwardly fidgeted with his beanie.

“Yeah, I’d like that. Oh, here’s the waiter,”

Gabe quickly gave the order and to Nurgul’s surprise, he had made the milkshake order strawberry. After a minute the waiter brought the milkshake over with two straws. On top of the whipped cream stood a single cherry as well as a little heart symbol. Glancing over to his right, Gabe could see the waiter giving a thumbs up. That fact made both Gabe and Nurgul nervous.

A moment passed before both of them put their straws into the milkshake and reached out to hold the glass. Instantly their hands touched and their eyes locked. The couple became flustered, their faces heating up as they both glanced away. Neither one moved their hand though and Gabe’s soon rested on top of Nurgul’s. That gesture made Nurgul’s heart twirl around inside her chest and she couldn’t help but feel like she had stepped into an actual romance movie in an old-looking diner, sharing a milkshake with a boy she had had a major crush on for a while until she had finally got the nerve to ask him out. Now Gabe was her boyfriend and she could still hardly believe it. It really felt too good to be true sometimes. To meet someone as sweet and caring as him… it made Nurgul feel all warm and cozy inside. She wanted the feeling to last forever and it always seemed to whenever she was near Gabe.

#twdg #twdg gabe #twdg mari #twdg javi #twdg santiago #twdg nurgul #twdg gabegul #twdg javiago #gabe mari brotp #fanfic #ericson's diner au

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chicagolive · 1 year

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Doly, Doly, Doly! My dear friend, I’m sorry for going like a week without sending a message! This week really got away from me. How’s your vacation been? How’s Hail Mary? I hope you’re doing well!!!

Oh my brother always hated having to share with me cause you know I was the annoying little sibling who wanted to play with all the stuff he had. It was the only way I played like any video games until I was in my preteens and got a wii and DS but I’m not sure which one was first lol. But I still tried to play games on his stuff.

We definitely would! There’s so many concerts I wanna go to and I can’t wait till I feel comfy enough to start going back to them!!! I’d absolutely go see Niall in a heartbeat. There’s just something about live music that really is magical. And it’s also one of those human moments of “I’m in a room full of all these people and we’re singing the same songs and love this person on stage.” And what a feeling that is. Especially for an artist that makes you feel like at home, that is truly special.

How exciting! Let me know how you like it once you get it! I found that I enjoyed it quite a bit! And I’ll have to see if I can find them! I took photos of that installation like six years ago now!

I want a Louis hoodie so bad! I have one of his shirts but it’s kinda old, too small and the back art on it is peeling. My favorite YouTubers announced they got married recently and oh my heart, it was so sweet. For streamers I feel like I rarely catch the streams live so I watch a lot of vods or people editing down the streams to the important/good bits. I think I said I tend to wear a normal like baseball cap? I’m not sure how else to describe it but I wear it when I’m having a bad hair day or just don’t wanna deal with it. I got to wear my beanie today which was nice since I rarely get to! It was pretty cold so it worked great when I went out/had to let my dogs out. I will say, I think I prefer ice skating to roller skating! I’ve been roller skating a normal amount and I think I’ve only gone ice skating once but it was so fun cause it’s just so different! I’d love to do it again. Italy! How exciting! I bet it was beautiful. I know this sounds crazy but I’m not sure of the last time I had a mango/if I’ve ever had one really. I know I’ve had kiwi but it’s been a very long time so I dont remember much about the taste. Cleaning carpet is awful! I’ve stained my carpet horrendously by accidentally leaving a tube of black paint out and stepping on it 😐 and then a blue drink spilled on my beige carpet sooo. I like it in my room but probably nowhere else in a house.

I know this isn’t as long as the others but I feel im blanking on what to talk about atm buuut I’ll still do a speed round of course!!!

Since it’s the holidays: if you have a Christmas tree, do you prefer a fake or real one? I understand the appeal of a fake one 100% because there’s no cleaning up, watering and throwing it out like a real one and plus it’s a one and done payment for years to come! However, im a sucker for a live tree. I love smelling the tree in the house and I love going to pick one out!

Do you dilly dally? Like when running to the store are you someone who gets everything they need and then goes straight to check out or do you kinda get pulled in by other things not on your shopping list? I feel I can do both but I absolutely dilly dally more than anything. I get distracted easily like when Walmart was open 24/7 my dad and I would just be like “we should go get snacks” at like 1am and then we’d be there for an hour and a half… it’s why my mom refuses to go inside Walmart with him.

Do you prefer to use the stove/oven or the microwave? Like when I make soup I make it on the stove my friend makes it in the microwave. And like a stouffer’s meal I make in oven every time my friend will just the microwave. Like even when making water I’ll boil the water instead of using the microwave. I hate using the microwave for most things I’m not sure what it is or why but it just feels better using the stove/oven.

When it comes to jewelry, do you prefer gold or silver? I personally prefer silver. I think it just looks better on me! But I feel that I don’t wear much jewelry anymore at all.

I can’t remember if I’ve asked but which do you find more interesting or even scary? Space or the ocean? I feel both are equally so fascinating but also absolutely terrifying!! I love the ocean though, I used to want to be a marine biologist sooo and someone tried to tell me we’ve explored a lot of the ocean so there was no point in being a marine biologist and I almost lost my mind cause anyone and everyone know how little of the ocean we’ve actually explored!

Do you enjoying sparkling water? I personally am not a big fan. I just don’t like the taste of almost jay of them! I think it’s very rare for me to find one I like.

What was the last movie you watched that had you thinking “I’ve got to tell everyone to watch this movie” because you enjoyed it so much? I’d say mine was probably Glass Onion and Nope. Also, what’s an underrated movie you think deserves more love?

Okay, I think I’m done for today! I’ll talk to you soon!!! Hope you’re doing well and are having a good day/night! ❤️

-🎉❄️

Hello, lovely!! Happy Louis Tomlinson day!! 🥳✨🥳✨ I can’t even believe he’s 31 like- time is truly and illusion cause he doesn’t look a day over 25!! Also, Merry Christmas Eve!! May you spend this day filled with the love and joy from friends and family!!

I totally understand!! I, too, have fallen behind on my Christmas asks this year. It’s been tough to find the time to send these asks, so no worries, love!

My vacation has been going very well!! The next couple of days are going to be me just trying to soak it all in!! The days are counting down and before I know it, I’m back in the cold again. 😵‍💫 how are you on the weather situation? I heard it snowed pretty bad in the southern states, so I wasn’t sure if you were affected? I haven’t read Project Hail Mary since I landed last week. It’s one of those things where I have to be in the mood to read it. But I definitely will get back into it at some point once I’m back home!! I like it too much to just abandon it!!

I think all of us younger siblings are embedded with the ability to annoy our older siblings into either 1.) letting us play video games with them or 2.) doing everything in their power to make sure we’re not two feet within the proximity of their gaming systems lol. It’s the annoying young sibling to gamer pipeline!!

You described the concert experience to a tea!! Two days ago, I went to see a Latin reggaeton duo that I’ve been listening to for as long as I can remember!! It was a magical experience in that arena and I would do anything to relieve it again!! Can’t wait for what next year entails for live music!!

Are you talking about Jenna and Julian? I saw!! I’m so happy for them!! I remember watching the one really old video where they both try MacBook filers. Julien had me in tears that day because of how hard I laughed!! I only wish the best for them!! ✨ wait, you’ve never had a mango? Oooo, if I can send you a box right now, I would!! It’s not mango season here on the island or else I would send a picture of what I believe are the best mangos! When they’re just ripe, they’re so sweet, yet tangy at the same time!! Highly recommend!!

Speed Round Answers!! Fake/real Christmas tree? All my life, I’ve only ever had fake Christmas trees, so I’d probably say that only because of convenience! If I had my own proper house, then I’d say yes, probably! Even if it’s just for one holiday season!! It sounds like something nice to have and I do like the smell of pine trees lol. When you get the chance, I’d love to see a picture of your tree when you can!! Do I dilly-dally? I can wholeheartedly say that I’m a dilly-dally kind of person!! I have to go down almost all the isles to find things that I would like, both when I’m grocery shopping and clothing shopping; hell, even just window shopping when I’m not buying anything!! Lol. I think I get it from my mom cause she’s the same way I am where she has to go down every isle, unless she’s in a rush for one specific thing. I’m definitely someone who’s down for snacks in the late hours of the morning lol. Microwave/stove? For convenience, I’m a microwave user, but I’ve also realized the importance of using a stove to reheat food! Especially things like leftovers, they taste better reheated on the stove than using the microwave!! Unless it’s like 3am and I’m hungry for something I’ve set aside, I’ll just pop it in the microwave and hope for the best lol. Gold/silver? Depends on what I’m wearing that day, but I would probably say silver! I think it goes with everything a lot better than gold does. I say, as someone who doesn’t wear jewelry all that much except for their ear piercings that have mismatched earring on that follow no specific pattern whatsoever. Space/ocean? Both are equally as cool as they are absolutely terrifying!! While there is still so much of the ocean that hasn’t been discovered, I can agree and say that we can definitely keep it that way!! I’d say space travel (I wouldn’t go up into space myself, but the idea of it does sound exciting nonetheless). Sparkling water? Not a big sparkling water/soda drinker. It doesn’t really taste like anything (even though water doesn’t have a taste anyway) and the carbonation isn’t really my favorite. I’ll only really have a carbonated drink when I’m out and that’s all they have to offer. Other than that, I’ll take a juice/plain water any day!! Movie to inform the masses? I haven’t watched a good movie in a long time!! The last movie I saw in theaters was My Policeman. Just out of the sake of my lack of movie engagement, I’m gonna say that!! It has a really good message about love and loss, especially in a society that didn’t allow that kind of love to happen. While many current places are still restricting lgbtq+ people today, it shows we have the ability to move past that kind of mentality in the upcoming years!! Underrated movie? Hmmmmmm…. I’m not sure. I’m gonna go with the easy answer and say the Andrew Garfield’s adaptation of The Amazing Spider-Man. I really enjoyed those movies when they came out and seeing a lot of people undermine the cinematic masterpiece that it is makes me sad. I haven’t seen Nope, but I heard a lot of good things about it. Never heard of Glass Onion though. Might have to take a look.

Hope you have a wonderful holiday season, love!! Sending all the love to you and your family/friends/whoever you choose to celebrate this year with!! I’ve truly enjoyed talking with you this December!! Until the next one 💕.

#holiday pals 🎄✨#ask

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mildkleptomaniac · 3 years

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the maybank’s part two — dad! jj maybanks

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: “ Or dad!JJ where he goes out with his baby daughter and she gets cold so he gives her his sweater 😻 love you ”

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 600

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nothing but fluff and cuteness!

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: here is another small piece for the maybank’s series! very cute and wholesome!!!

The three Maybank’s sat on the beach, bundled up during a winter morning. The coastal winds were strong today, but Y/N and JJ made it a family tradition to watch the sunrise every Saturday morning. They would make it to the beach before tourists could claim a spot (but only winter birds would be the only ones fighting for the spot, everyone else would argue it’s rather cold to be on the beach.) But on their picnics, Y/N would bring finely chopped fruits, juice, and other snacks for them to enjoy as the sun wakes up for the day.

Under JJ’s arm was Y/N—she leaned her head against his shoulder and had an arm wrapped tightly around his. In JJ’s lap sat Little Maybank. Both of the girls wore a matching maroon beanie, which made JJ’s heart warm. He would always wonder how he got lucky to have an amazing girl like Y/N and a daughter like Little Maybank.

A gust of wind blew and Little Maybank started to shiver. JJ held his daughter's hands with just one of his, trying to keep her warm.

“Are you cold, sweetie?” JJ asked and she nodded her head vigorously. Y/N let go of JJ’s arm and searched in her bag for some gloves for their daughter—or anything that would help keep her warm. They brought several blankets, but they’re cheap and not the warmest.

“I think I left her gloves at home,” she trailed off, still searching through the bag. JJ looked at his daughter as she moved around in his lap to find a comfortable and cozy spot.

“It’s okay, she can have my sweater.” He shrugged, as if it was nothing.

“Are you sure? I can go check the car or—“ But Y/N’s suggestion didn’t matter. Within moments, JJ was pulling off his sweater and putting it on over his daughter. The sweater hung off her body, as if it was one long cape. Her arms got lost in the sleeves—they never had a chance of peaking out. It was a hoodie that Y/N got JJ from a fishing store—something generic, but whenever the temperature would drop, he’d constantly be wearing it.

“Daddy, it’s so warm in here.” Little Maybank giggled as she flapped the sleeves around. The couple smiled at their daughter, watching her play with the fabric. She tucked her legs inside the sweater, surrounded by nothing but warmth and soft fabric.

Y/N wrapped her arms again around JJ, now rubbing his arms to create some friction to keep warm. He pressed a kiss to the side of Y/N’s head before pulling his daughter back into his lap.

“Can I keep this forever?” Little Maybank asked after some moments. The couple laughed and JJ nodded his head.

“Whenever you need it, you can have it.” He fixed her beanie with his free hand to make sure the fabric covered her ears.

They watched the sunrise and with Y/N leaning on him and his daughter in his lap—he didn’t care much about the cold. But only having the two people he loved the most beside him. Y/N placed a kiss on his shoulder before they all stood up and started collecting seashells. JJ held Little Maybank’s hand until he needed another hand to hold all her findings.

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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Could we please have a prequel to the praise kink fic? Because i really want to know why were Sirius and Remus not together and what did Remus send him. I really need context

I was hoping somebody would ask for this!! The aforementioned fic is here for any curious souls (18+ please) and SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for spicy texts (not exactly nudes), and smutty feelings with nothing explicit

The bus went over a bump and Sirius winced as his shins knocked against the back of the seat in front of him, connecting with the metal brace inside. “Fuck.”

“You sure you don’t want to switch?” James asked next to him. Sirius glanced down at the veritable wall of gear and empty snack bags between them, then back to James in disbelief. He shrugged, then set his headphones back over his ears. “Worth a shot.”

“Merde,” Sirius hissed as a pothole nearly took off his kneecap. He gritted his teeth and readjusted, drawing his legs closer to his chest. I want to be home, he thought, allowing himself an internal moment to whine.

He checked his phone—not even ten in the morning. It was a Saturday, so Remus would probably just be rolling out of bed, still sleepy and soft with his hair sticking up like a disgruntled cat’s. Sirius sighed heavily and stared out the window at the small town rolling past in the distance; there was little he wouldn’t give to be back with him instead of on the way to a full week of conferences.

“Why did we have to win the Cup?” he grumbled.

James lifted one side of his headphones. “What?”

“Nothing.”

It wasn’t like they had had much time to themselves before that, either—Sirius’ schedule was packed with interviews that felt more like interrogations, and Remus had been running the PT department mostly by himself while Moody took a well-deserved vacation. They were dead on their feet every night, worked to the bone with little energy left to do more than cuddle and fall asleep. Still, Sirius was grateful for every second of it.

He waited ten more minutes before giving in.

New Message To: Re

Bonjour mon loup <3

There was no immediate response, which made sense, though he was a little bit disappointed. Sirius closed his eyes and tried to make himself relax; it would be at least another six hours before they arrived at their destination, and the bad weather gathering overhead didn’t bode well for quick travel.

His phone buzzed gently and he scrambled to answer. Don’t be Reg, don’t be Reg, don’t be Reg—

New Message From: Re

Morning love!

Thanks for the bagels <3

“Fuck yes,” Sirius said under his breath. The bagels had been a last-minute decision as he crept through the house in the early hours of the morning after carefully detaching himself from Remus with a final half-asleep farewell kiss. There was no guarantee he would remember breakfast with everything going on, so Sirius figured it was a safe bet to toast them and leave them on the countertop before heading out.

Message To: Re

Pas de problem

Sleep well?

Message From: Re

Decent

Missed you :(

Sirius rested his temple against the cold window with a soft sound. He hated leaving at different times, but that was just how their life worked at the moment.

Message To: Re

Missed you too <3

Three small dots appeared for a long moment before vanishing without a trace just as his heart rate began picking up. Where’d you go? he almost wondered aloud. Something bumped his arm and James raised a quizzical brow. “Loops,” Sirius said by way of explanation.

“I figured. He okay?”

“I think so? He just…disappeared on me.” Sirius was well-aware of how plaintive he sounded—James’ teasing smile was completely unnecessary.

“Aw, Cap,” he laughed, reaching over to mess with his beanie until Sirius slapped his hand away. “It’s alright, buddy, it’s just a couple days.”

Sirius jammed his hat back on his head and flicked James on the unprotected bit of his ear, making him yelp. “Fuck off, I know you’ll be a mess as soon as Lily FaceTimes with my godson.”

“He has a name, you know.”

“Sorry. You’ll be a mess as soon as she FaceTimes with Pocket Pots, who happens to be my godson.”

James rolled his eyes. “I regret giving you that title.”

“Nah, you don’t.”

As if on cue, his phone lit up again; Sirius ignored James’ snickering as he quickly unlocked it.

New Message From: Re

When will you be at the hotel?

“That’s it?” he muttered.

Message To: Re

That was a lot of typing for one sentence

6-7 hrs, if the weather holds

Why?

Message From: Re

Sorry lmao Reg came in for a bit

Just curious :) Keep me updated?

Message To: Re

Will do <3

Tell Reg he needs to wash his sheets. It’s been over a month.

A small thumbs-up emoji was his only answer, and he tried not to be too bummed. Remus liked having things to do; sitting there and texting Sirius while he slowly got further and further away was probably not his preferred way to spend a morning. With a sigh that was likely a bit too dramatic for the situation he was in, Sirius faced the window once more and buckled in for a long ride.

He chatted off and on with the others when they stopped for lunch, but everyone was exhausted from the combination of a packed week and an early morning. Even Talker stayed fairly quiet, and James kept his headphones on for most of the trip.

Sirius finally succumbed to his tiredness and put some music on, then dozed for an hour or three while they traveled through yet another field. A few halfhearted calls of “cows” made their way around the bus, though nobody seemed particularly enthused about being packed in with double the gear due to a broken storage compartment. Donuts and gas station coffee could only do so much.

“Just crossed the state border,” Arthur called from the front of the bus as Sirius tried to ignore the cramping in his thighs. Three hours. Just three more.

His music was interrupted by a soft jingle alert and he pulled his phone out, hoping against hope that Regulus hadn’t caused a fire anywhere. It was unlikely given the…well, everything about him, but with Sirius’ luck it could happen.

New Message From: Re

How far?

Message To: Re

About 3 hrs. Ran into some detours

Good day?

Remus remained silent on the other end and Sirius frowned. That was rather rude, and highly unusual. Between the two of them, Remus was the one who kept conversations going past the initial question to be answered.

Message From: Re

Attachment: 1 Image

Love you! Call me when you get there : )

Sirius opened the attachment and almost threw his phone in utter shock. Skin. Bare skin everywhere, its smooth edges broken up only by tight black fabric that may as well have been painted onto the curve of Remus’ ass. “Oh my god,” he whimpered, voice barely audible even to his own ears. It had been taken in their bedroom mirror; Remus looked over his shoulder, and Sirius caught the corner of a devious smirk on his lips. “Oh, you fucker.”

Message From: Re

Thoughts? They’re cozy

Message To: Re

Did you miss the part where I said three (3) hours

Message From: Re

Nope

Second one is a guessing game and u get a prize if u get it right : )

The second photograph was more zoomed-in than the first and Sirius wracked his brain, running through his mental catalogue of Remus’ body to figure out the answer. It did absolutely nothing to calm the situation in his pants.

He had no idea what the promised prize was, but anticipation made his hands shake slightly as he carefully scanned the picture. The shadows caught it at an odd angle—it wasn’t the steady slopes of his face or neck, nor was it the strong curve of a shoulder. Not enough freckles, either, he thought.

A lightbulb lit in the back of his mind.

Message To: Re

Right hip

Another thought connected half a second later.

Holy fuck you took them off

Is that my prize?

Re?

Remus Lupin I swear to god

TEXT ME BACK

Message From: Re

Bingo!

Christ you’re impatient, I was gone for like 2 mins

He chanced a look toward Pots, whose head lolled to the side as he snored.

Message To: Re

Hey quick question why are you like this

It’s a good thing Pots is out cold bc this bus is too small to hide anything

Message From: Re

Haha sux to be you

Sirius’ cheeks heated with a whole cocktail of different emotions as he furiously typed a response.

Message To: Re

‘Sux to be you’???

Are you 13 yrs old????

Message From: Re

Do you want your prize or not u horndog

Message To: Re

YOU MADE ME THIS WAY

He took a deep breath through his nose and flexed his fingers.

Yes please

A simple smiley face—Sirius would never see those things the same—popped up, followed by an audio file. He triple-checked that his headphones were plugged in before tapping ‘play’ with an unsteady thumb.

His face went very, very hot before all the blood went straight to his groin and he closed his eyes, covering his mouth with his hand. Breathy sounds came through the heavy earphones, a little more crackly than they would be in-person; he heard Remus’ gasp catch in his throat and crossed his legs as best he could in the too-small seat, torn between thanking and cursing any higher power. He could practically see Remus’ face in his mind’s eye as the noises continued, intermixed with fragments of desperate words.

The file came to an end after what felt like the blink of an eye and a hundred years, and Sirius did not look away from the violently red seat cushion in front of him for a long moment as his brain came back online. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so turned on.

He took a few deep breaths, though it did nothing to erase the poorly-muffled whines that still rang between his ears like church bells. Sirius huffed and turned to grab his waterbottle out of his duffel, only to make direct eye contact with Finn across the aisle.

Sirius froze.

Finn grinned.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he hissed, too low to wake James but just loud enough to carry over the four feet separating them. Finn’s smile widened. “Stop it. Stop it right now.”

“How’s Loops?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“That good, huh?”

“O’Hara, I swear to god—”

“Oh, is Cap spilling secrets?” Kasey asked, poking his head over the back of the seat.

Finn opened his mouth, but the force of Sirius’ glare must have been enough to at least intimidate him a little, because he shook his head. The smug Cheshire grin remained. “Nah, just having a chat about our plans when we get home.”

Kasey groaned. “You’re a lucky man, O’Hara. Both your people get to come with you. Nat sent me a promise, like, twenty minutes ago and I can’t stop thinking about it. I won’t be available tonight from six to eight if anyone was wondering.”

“Did she really?” Finn looked back to Sirius, who bit the inside of his cheek and tried to keep his cool. Two and a half hours, and then he would be safe. Just two and a half more hours.

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trinketprince · 3 years

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Meet the Townies of Coral Island

Coral Island boasts about 50+ unique villagers! With 20 forming both bachelors and bachelorettes, let’s see the other half of the villagers!

Mayor Connor used to run his own general store before deciding to run for office many moons ago. He loves Coral Island and knows all the islanders. He lives by the creek in the Woodlands & his favorite past-time is fishing.

Dippa usually spends their day looking for inspiration and painting around Coral Island. Favorite spot: the lake. They do not like night-outs, feeling that those days are now behind them. A big fan of jam!

Joko is a local carpenter who lives in Hillside. Married to his wife, Dinda. He spends a lot of his time after work teaching his son, Archie, skills such as fishing or pumpkin carving near the forest.

Dinda is also a carpenter. Married to her husband, Joko. Other than carpentry, Dinda tends to her herb garden, cooks, and busies herself with community activities such as yoga on Saturday.

Zoe is a wild-life enthusiast, just like her parents. Zoe goes to school on the weekdays and spends her weekend following her dad around. She enjoys a game of volleyball, bird watching, and winters.

Anne makes a living by filming wildlife documentaries around Coral island. On the weekend, she can be found at the beach, enjoying the weather and sharpening her volleyball skills. She likes carrots and hummus combo for snacks and a cup of green tea to start the day.

Paul is a dad, husband and wildlife enthusiast. Along with his wife, Anne, the couple spends their days capturing wildlife footage around the island. He would leap out of his bed the second he is needed to save animals, without hesitation. Big heart, likes hummus.

Back in the day, Betty used to run the Tavern with her late husband, Frank Sr.. Now, she spends her retirement days going around town re-filling bird feeders, educating kids about coral reefs, and baking patisseries.

Frank and his brother, Noah, run the tavern at the town center. Though he doesn’t live there anymore, Frank spends most of his time at the tavern, trying out new recipes. Frank is married to his high-school sweetheart, Erika, and the couple live with their 2 cats, Peanut and Butter.

When Erika isn’t working at the salon or volunteering at school, she can be found around town, lending her ears to those in need, free of charge. She is honest and would say things as is. Perhaps a good candidate to marry if she weren't already married to Frank. Loves all sorts of jam!

Emily runs the hair salon with Erika and lives on the second floor of the General Store, with her husband, Sam. The couple has been wanting to start a family since getting married, however have been unsuccessful. Emily has a heart for vintage items and thinks mushrooms are disgusting.

Sam owns the general store and is very proud of it. He lives on the second floor with his wife. Sam usually spends his day off relaxing at home, enjoying home-cooked meals, and working on puzzles. On the rare occasion that he goes out, he visits the Beach Shack to catch up with his friends over chess.

Ling spends her day working as a marine biologist at Coral Island laboratory. During time off, she knits cold weather accessories, beanies, scarves, etc. She has dedicated her life to study coral reefs, and how to make them more resistant to rising ocean temperatures.

As a full-time elementary teacher, Randy's remarkable ability to explain complex ideas in a very simple and easy-to-understand manner comes in handy. When he isn’t at school, he can be found at the Vineyard enjoying a glass of wine with his wife, Ling, or reading at the Library.

Bree is model-turned-housewife who spends her days doing quality control for her vineyard. She is also an excellent homemaker who loves cooking gourmet meals and throwing parties. With a little bit of light detective work, Bree should be in her late 40s, though she's never directly confirmed this. To this day, it remains a mystery.

Jim is a retired fisherman, he used to supply fish and seafood to local establishments. His son Theo inherited his boat and now fishes, something Jim is indifferent towards. With plenty of time on his hand, he spends the day making killer smoke salmon and helps run the Beach Shack.

Kira is a retired huntress with an adult son, everything in her life, right now, is basically self-sustainable. She spends her day keeping watch of the forest from the comfort of her cabin. Kira also enjoys doing yoga and playing the flute. Though retired, she still wears her combat boots, just in case...

Jack, his wife, Kira, and their son, Kenny live in a humble cabin in the forest. Jack works as the island’s rancher. Aside from taking care of animals, Jack spends his day managing the shop’s supplies, making sure that they have enough to sell. On some days that they don't, the ranch is closed early. His hobbies include watching cooking shows and “experimenting” in the kitchen.

Emma, not much is known about her.

Not seen so far are Joko and Dinda’s son and Surya’s cousin, Archie. Rafael’s niece and possibly Pablo’s daughter Valentina. And Oliver, these three + Zoe makeup the resident children of Coral Island. Making a total of 42 villagers so far.

In addition to Ben, Suki, Charles and Millie being dateable due to a stretch goal being reached, 4 more characters are added to the cast of Coral Island, bumping the total from 42 villagers to 46. So far only one has been revealed.

The Giants. Legend has it The Kingdom of Giants existed to cultivate the rich soil of Coral Island. Ruins around the island depict Giants & what appear to be humans, farming alongside one another.

Agung, a merman from the Merfolk Underwater Kingdom.

Denali, a mermaid from the Merfolk Underwater Kingdom.

Apparently more Merfolk are being added. separate from the 40+ villagers, there are 20 Merfolk, 10 befriendable and 2 romanceable.

Not including the pets that each of the villagers have, the total amount of villagers in Coral Island so far is 66 unique villagers so far.

Check out Coral Island’s Twitter, Kickstarter and Website for more info on the game!

Check out Coral Island’s steam page!

#Coral Island #Farming Simulator #Stardew Valley #Harvest Moon #Story of Seasons #Long Post

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vexelier-suix-cipher · 3 years

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"Could you do Teruteru, Hifumi, and Ryoma getting drugged by a love potion and falls (even harder) for the reader (who has already fallen for them)?"

100% I can!! :D

Warnings: Mentions of love drug/potion, slight obsession(?), and swearing.

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Hifumi Yamada

•Proceeds to rant about how amazing Hifumi is

•Fanfic boy loves you very much!! (Though he did his best to hide it)

•It felt like when a cat loved it owner. Celeste went out the window. This man would get on his hands and knees for you. 🙇🏽‍♂️

•You also loved him very much!! (Literally Taka had to keep Mondo from lunging at you two and screaming "JUST DATE ALREADY!!")

•Oh but what's this? A drink on his desk after a hard day of drawing and writing manga?

•Well of course he drank it!! He chugged that drink and felt quite satisfied after.

•And back to work he goes :›

•He had some music on and his script for his next manga, scribbling out the sketches for his newest manga when he felt the sudden urge to go see you.

•It was nothing too new. Could've been he just wanted to show you the script for his manga!! A beta read!

•So Hifumi happily found you and sat you down, showing you the script for his manga!

•He felt a bit- different.

•He felt like he needed to have you in his arms.

•He needed you closer.

•He needed- you.

•The even more clingy behavior continued for a few days.

•Though you didn't mind, you did find it a bit strange.

•Why was he so clingy?

•You already read this script-

•And read that one too-

•Didnt he have things to do?

•He was going to fall behind in his schedule if he continued like this!!

•So when you saw him walking over to you once again, you pulled him to the side and questioned him.

"Hifumi, you've been acting kinda strange these past few days. Are you okay? Don't get me wrong, I love having you by my side but you're going to fall behind in your schedule."

"Well...I don't really know how to explain it. I feel like I've got to be with you all the time!! A-And I'm getting work done!!"

•He huffed and whined for a while longer as you continued asking him things before he got frustrated with himself and finally blurted it out

"Fine!! Fine. I like you, okay? I have for a while a-and I just didn't know how to tell you-...I found this drink on my desk one day and now that I think about it, it could've been one of those love potions that I've been hearing about...could've made my feelings stronger.."

•He started muttering towards the end but you could understand the gist of it.

•You reassured him it was fine and that you accepted his feelings.

•Which was returned with a loud,

"HUH?!? YOU DO?! WHEN- HOW-"

•*Once again has to calm fanfic boy down*

•After calming him down (again) you went over your own feelings.

•He had the brightest smile on his face I swear

•He just couldn't hold back!

•So he picked you up and held you close, hugging you sweetly

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"

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Teruteru Hanamura

•AGGRESSIVELY RANTS ABOUT HOW AMAZING HE IS

•Love Potion exists?

•He probably bought it.

•This boy is already so head over heels for you it's absolutely adorable.

•He 100% cooks for you.

•Breakfast? In bed.

•Lunch? Made your favorite food.

•Dinner? You can eat with him! :D

•And his food is just 😩 to die for

•He does his best to tone down the sexual comments a bit, though he can't help if one or two slip out!

•Compliments you every 5 minutes no lie.

•Though he does turn cherry red if you compliment him

•If you allow petnames, he WILL call you darlin' and sugar the most.

•Now for the fun part

•He was most likey cooking and was working with the oven.

•Ovens hot. His clothes are pretty hot.

•So he stripped got something to drink out the fridge

•He blindly took a glass out the fridge and drank it.

•Drank the damn love potion-

•He knew he accidentally drank it. He read the label he had put on the glass right after he drank it.

•Unlike Hifumi, he tried staying away from you

•Poor boy doesn't know how to show such strong feelings :(

•He still does cook for you though

•And leaves you little snacks

•Did yelp when you came into the kitchen once without him knowing (it's true I was the dust on the oven window)

•Alot more fiddly and nervous when he has to go ask you something

•His gaze is towards the floor and he's playing with the ends of his scarf as that adorable accent decorates his speech

•Hes so nervous oh poor baby

•You found him scurrying everywhere once trying to find his hat when you had to point out it was on his head-

•He was so embarrassed-

•He apologized and walked back towards the kitchen

•He cooks his feelings away

•That is alot of food-

•Once he disappeared into the kitchen you went after him

•You had been wondering why he ran away from you every time you saw him

•You were worried :(

•As he went back into the kitchen, he paused hearing someone else's footsteps.

•He turned around and jumped slightly when he saw you

•Begin the anxious southern rambling and questions.

"O-Oh! S/o! What brings you to the...the kitchen??"

"Teru, what's going on? You keep ignoring me."

"W-Well I don' mean to cher' I-Its just I' been kinda stressed lately a-an' I don' wanna bother you with tha'-"

•Oh sweet boy almost cried just talking to you

•He wanted to confess so badly!!

•He just wanted to hug you and bury his face into your neck!!

•But he was so scared :(

•After a good talk, the confession just slipped out of him mid-sentence

"I already apologized cher'..."

"C'mon Teru, what's been REALLY happening with you?"

"W-Well...the truth is I accidentally drank a love potion and since I love you so damn much it strengthened my feelings...I-I didn't wanna make you uncomfortable so I stayed away in case I-"

"Did you just say you love me?"

"I-I did..?"

•Oh certainly he did. And when he realized, he apologized 10x more.

•You had to shut him up by squishing his face

•After a good explanation about you loving him too, he clung onto you with a laugh.

•He sat in your lap (and after some consent) kissed your face all over, muttering a soft 'I love you' after each kiss

•You two sat together like that for quite a bit, just laying in each other's presence

"Thank you so much....you don't know how much that means to me...how much YOU mean to me..."

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Ryoma Hoshi

•Ah yes. Tiny, edgy, ex-tennis, cat loving, deep voiced boy

•Where do I start?

•Lets start with

•He's absolute shit at feelings.

•Like really.

•He refused to believe he fell for you.

•His heart was racing? No it wasn't. It's probably because he was out of breath.

•He's flustered and blushing? Kinda hot in the room y'know.

•You get the point.

•He hates the fact he fell for you. He doesn't know what to do.

•He lost almost everyone he ever loved before. Why would this be any different? He didn't want to put you in danger.

•Ryoma hanged around with you though. He was a bit quiet but he went basically everywhere you went

•No one really messed with you when little man was with you.

•This was okay. He could hide his feelings. You wouldn't be in danger and he wouldn't ruin his relationship with you.

•Then the world announced a love potion was now available!!

•Ah shit.

•That damn Kokichi.

•All he wanted was some water and that little panta-loving gremlin switched it out with the new potion.

•He had already chugged around half the bottle before he realized it wasn't his juice.

•Ryoma would've just left it at 'Oh I just poured the wrong drink in' if it wasn't for Kokichi coming up to him about an hour later.

"Nishishishi....how's the love potion working Ryoma?"

"The what."

"Oops~"

"You little-"

•Kokichi went to the nurse with a bump on his head from Ryoma hitting him with a tennis ball.

•You thought Teruteru hiding away was bad?

•Ryoma refused to leave his dorm.

•He came out at around lunch time to get food, go to the bathroom, and then back to his dorm.

•No one was allowed in.

•He could feel the effects of the potion working.

•He wanted to get out and cling to you so badly. It almost physically hurt

•Fucking hell-

•Him. Ryoma Hoshi. The guy who basically gave up on life, wanted to run into your arms like a little kid.

•He almost cried.

•Of course you were worried!! He locked himself in his dorm without warning!!

•And he refused to talk to you!!

•You came to his dorm door almost daily, trying to pry open the damn door.

•With no avail.

•Goddammit.

•It wasn't until a few weeks later which he made a plan.

•He'd confess and leave right after.

•If you said no, that would be the end of it.

•If you said yes, ...well he didn't really plan that far.

•Ryoma met up with you at the back of the building, looking down at the ground as he heard your footsteps.

•It took a minute of small talk before he started speaking

"Listen, Kokichi switched my drink out a few weeks ago for that new love potion they're selling. I already had really strong feelings for you but with the potion they increased. I know you probably don't feel the same way but I wanted to tell you because it was starting to get too out of hand for me."

•He rambled on a little about how you would never like him and that he apologized for having such feelings and-

•You yanked his beanie down to his face, letting out a small huff.

"Ryoma Hoshi you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to confess. You're an amazing guy Ryoma, and I really do wish you confessed sooner since I feel the same way. Now shut it with all the sad shit and come here."

•You told him, tugging him closer by the sleeve as you engulfed him in your arms

•Ryoma felt like his face was on fire. Butterflies in his stomach and a giddy, tingly feeling throughout his body

•He let out a low chuckle, hugging you back and sighing softly

•This was nice. He felt....loved.

•He liked this feeling quite a bit....he had missed this feeling quite a bit.

"Maybe I should've confessed sooner."

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AHHHHHHHH I HOPE YOU LIKED IT-

I absolutely adore these three.

If you want me to add or fix anything just say the word!!

I had a great time writing this!!

Thanks for requesting!!!

-Vex ∆

#ryoma hoshi x reader #ryoma hoshi #hifumi yamada #hifumi yamada x reader #teruteru hanamura #teruteru hanamura x reader #danganronpa #dr2 #goodbye despair #danganronpa x reader #thank you for requesting!#-Vex ∆

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milkybonya · 3 years

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strangers to lovers!Jacob

Pairing: college!Jacob x gender neutral reader

Warnings: none

[a/n]: idk what this is but it has been in my drafts for a while and i just decided yeet lets post it! it came fresh out of the time i was super sof for Jacob hehe

How you met:

On a rainy day, a student ran into the lecture hall fifteen minutes late while soaking wet. To his surprise, there were no seats in the back, so he slowly moved forward until he found an empty seat: right next to yours.

Apologizing for being loud and late, he settled into his seat and began to pay attention. The sound of water dripping from his hair onto the page in front of you distracted you, and you offered a beanie of yours for him to wear. He thought you were being kind to him and making sure he didn't catch a cold, but really you just hated the way his hair was dripping everywhere.

He put it on and later the lecture ended. When it did, he immediately took it off to give it back to you, but saw you were gone. You had another class right after that one and had to rush off, which is why you disappeared like that. He tightly clutched the beanie and promised to himself that he would wash it and it to you.

The second meeting:

"Wait! WAIT!" a boy yelled outside the bus, hitting the door with his fist while chasing after it.

The bus, packed with students from campus heading home, stopped for him and let him on. He panted and apologized many times before getting on and pushing through the many people who were standing. They all groaned at him, and even you were getting angry just watching the way he was acting... until he stopped right in front of you.

"Hi! Do you remember me?" he asked you a big smile on his face.

"No...?" you responded, removing your earbuds.

He took some time to open the zipper of his backpack, rummaging through before he found a beanie that looked incredibly familiar to you.

"My beanie?"

The boy nodded, handing it back to you.

"Finally, I get to give it back! Thanks for letting me use it that day."

"No problem!" you said, taking the beanie out of his hands.

"So where is this bus headed anyways?" the boy asked, looking around.

You blinked at him, confused.

"Oh.. I kind of just saw you on this bus and followed you on. I'm not really sure where it's going," he explained, still smiling.

You laughed.

"You got on here just to give this to me?"

The boy nodded, eagerly.

"Well... this bus goes to the west side of the city-"

"Really? Darn.. I live on the east side!"

"Well you might wanna get off and take a bus back then," you advised him

He considered it, but shook his head, no.

"Are you headed home?" he asked instead.

"Nope! To a library near my home to study," you said.

"Well can I tag along?" he asked.

You couldn't say no to his adorable puppy eyes, so you agreed, even though you had planned to study alone.

Confession:

You and Jacob, now a close friend, had finally managed to reserve a spot in a private study room. You entered the space feeling like champions, caressing the comfy chairs and sprawling all over the huge desk, drawing on the whiteboard and prancing around like little kids.

Then, you finally got to work, reviewing materials from your shared class. Jacob was using the whiteboard to complete some calculations, so you didn't think much of it when he asked you to look up at what he'd written.

[y/n], i have something to say!

He hid his face in his arms as you read over his cute, neat writing, blushing when he witnessed your lovely smile.

"What is it, Jacob?" you asked him.

"[y/n]... I like you! Let's date... if you want," he said, smiling.

You smiled back at the boy, nodding.

"Okay, let's do it."

The first date:

After walking around a few music stores as Jacob searched for strings that he could use to replace the snapped ones on his guitar, the two of you stepped inside a café. Strangely enough, your favourite song was playing, and Jacob didn't miss a beat in pointing this out.

"[y/n], you love this song! Should I ask them to play it louder?" he asked, a cheeky grin on his face.

"As if you could ever work up the courage to ask them," you joked.

Jacob huffed and trudged up to the front counter, asking them in the softest voice ever imaginable if they could turn up the volume, which they did. You gave a thumbs up to Jacob when he turned around, dancing to the music that played while Jacob laughed.

After the two of you ordered, Jacob quickly found the best spot and shyly pulled out your chair for you to sit first.

The two of you enjoyed your drinks and snacks while talking about whatever random things came to mind, and Jacob spent the whole day smiling at you and laughing at all of your jokes. Later in the evening when you went for a walk around a park, Jacob took off the beanie he had been wearing and carefully placed it on your head, making sure to cover your ears with it so you wouldn't get cold.

"My hair looks terrible today but you staying warm is more important than my hair," Jacob said with a laugh.

You reached up to ruffle the boy's hair and he tightly shut his eyes, relishing in the feeling of your fingers gently touching his scalp, even if it was for a brief moment.

"You know... we first met because of a beanie, too. When I lended you mine," you said as you walked.

"That's right! Do you think we should get matching beanies sometime?" he asked.

"If we can find something cool, then definitely," you said, reaching for Jacob's hand and holding it in yours.

Jacob walked you to your dorm that night and didn't leave until you shut the door and he could see your light was on. Even then, he still texted you to make sure you were okay and to wish you a good night.

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ifwallscouldtalkkkk · 3 years

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"Look, I'm not gonna kidnap you" - Michael Clifford Oneshot (COLLEGE)

Female reader × Michael Clifford

Mentions of alcohol, slightly tipsy (consensual) interactions, swearing, SMUT.

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You miss your bus home after a night partying with friends. Luckily, you meet a guy willing to give you a ride home, and his playful pinky promise to not kidnap you somehow convinces you to accept.

The smut in this story is fairly short. This was my first ever attempt at writing fanfic back in 2018, and I was a bit scared of sounding stupid

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Your shoes clacked as you ran on the cobblestones. You were so close to the bus station that you could see the bus driver flicking a cigarette butt onto the ground and leaving the embers glowing on the dark cobblestones, before taking his seat behind the wheel. You picked up your pace even more and frantically waved a hand in the air, hoping that you could cut ahead as the bus made its turn around the station back and onto the road. You cursed under your breath, mentally labeling yourself an idiot for staying at the party a couple of extra minutes to say your goodbyes to a friend who was too preoccupied with shouting random answers to the ongoing pictionary game to even hear you.

You skipped every other step on the small set of stairs to reach the platform, and when you reached the corner where the bus would turn, you started jumping up and down and waving in a feeble attempt to get the driver to stop and pick you up even though you weren't technically in the pick up zone. You could see him seeing you, it was a clear summer night and thus barely even dark! But the near empty bus didn't stop. The driver probably saw you as an entitled child who was too drunk to be on time, and maybe he was at least 25% right.

”Fucking bastard” you squeezed out through clenched teeth as you stomped around in a little circle with your head thrown back in frustration. Calling your parents to drive an hour in the middle of the night to come pick you up and let you off at your dorm was not ideal. You knew that they would do it for you, not wanting you to walk the 6 miles home. No, this was definitely not your plan, but maybe it was a bit irresponsible to plan to take the very last bus for the night. You stomped one last time and breathed out deeply.

”What the fuck are you doing, girl?”, someone called out in a humored undertone.

You swiveled around and your eyes landed on a car parked a short distance away, at the designated pick up- drop off parking area. The boy whom the voice belonged to leaned out the open window of the driver’s seat, with his arms folded and propped up on the edge of the window. His smug smirk felt hurtful in your frustrated state, but it brought you back to reality somewhat. You could admit that you probably looked like a child who didn't get a pony for christmas – and to be honest, you felt the same amount of betrayal.

”What a fucking jerk!”, the guy in the car yelled when you didn't answer. ”Where ya heading to?”

You donned a tortured expression, brushed out your skirt, picked your bag off the ground, and started walking home.

You heard the lone car start and you put a bit more speed in your step. It soon pulled up mere inches from you anyways.

”Come on, you're not seriously walking home? You obviously live a ways away since you were supposed to take the bus”, he said with the same amused tone in his voice.

”I'll be ok, and you're probably wanting to get home yourself”, you said, trying to politely reinforce the idea of him leaving you alone

”Look, I’m not gonna kidnap you, I pinky promise”, he chuckled at his own words but continued when you kept your eyes locked straight ahead. ”Girl, I’m guessing that you live on campus, and that's like a billion miles away. I’ll drop you off all gentlemanly at your doorstep and tip my imaginary top hat at you as I drive away, never to be seen again.” You stopped walking and he had to jerk his car to a stop along with you.

”The fact that you know that I live on campus is not very reassuring”, you replied.

He rolled his eyes and let out a little laugh. ”That bus-” he pointed down the road that your planned ride home had disappeared along a few minutes earlier ”-goes straight to campus. I just dropped my pal off here to avoid driving him all the way to the uni, but looks like I’ll have to go there now anyways.” You looked him in the eyes. The way he spoke elicited a strange amount of trust, and although a couple of piercings and a questionable hair color for an adult could be spotted under his beanie, he didn't seem like bad news. ”Look, the door doesn't even lock properly, I wouldn't even be able to kidnap you!” he demonstrated the faulty lock on the passenger door. You had to smile at the enthusiastic way he presented it.

”You promise you won't leave serial killer notes in my mailbox?” He lit up even more at your reply.

”Promise”, he said. You swung your bag up on your shoulder and reached for the door. This was in no way the wisest thing to do in the situation, but you were already overwon by his goofy charm.

You climbed in and kept your gaze forward, feeling the boy's eyes on you, and you caught yourself subconsciously holding your breath. You caved and looked at him when it became clear he wasn't going to drive forward before you gave in.

”Seatbelt.” he said with a parental tone. ”Can't have such a pretty girl making unsafe choices!” It wasn't as funny of a comment as his facial expression suggested, but he really knew how to lighten the mood. ”Michael.” He stretched his hand out to shake yours formally. You replied with your name and a firm handshake. ”Oh girl, with that grip, no one could even dream of succeeding in kidnapping you" he said, laughing at your overly stern behavior.

”I just hate limp handshakes", you smiled, rummaging around in your bag after a snack. ”Damn it I left my granola bar at home”, you muttered under your breath.

”Oh uh, I've got a bag of peanuts somewhere…” Michael trailed off, reaching over to the glove department to rummage through his own stuff. His warm hand grazed your bare knee while reaching and you tensed up at his accidental touch.

”Dude, eyes on the road!” you exclaimed and he chuckled in response.

”I thought risk taking was a theme tonight – oh wait, here they are!” He plopped a bag of salted peanuts in your lap.

”Wait, you're not allergic, are you?” he asked. ”Some risks are not worth taking.”

”No, I love peanuts, no worries”, you poured a handful out and put a few in your mouth. After a night consisting mostly of liquor and dancing around, something to eat felt heavenly.

Michael asked you a couple of standard questions about your studies, and you gave all the standard answers.

”I kinda miss studying. Never thought I'd say that." Michael smiled. His hand dipped down into the bag in your lap to get some peanuts, getting dangerously close to between your thighs. You stumbled for a few seconds.

”Um oh, ok really?” His behavior was so unlike anyone else you knew. He was so daring and sure of himself, but he felt so warm and fuzzy in contrast. Maybe the previously ingested alcohol skewed your judgement, but you couldn't help but find this stranger utterly charming.

”Yeah… I'm on the road a lot nowadays for work", came his reply.

”Oh, what do you do? Uber driver for college girls who can't keep track of time?” You saw one corner of his mouth pulling smugly upwards at your joke.

”Uh no, I'm in the music producing business.”

”Huh, that's fun. I wasn-" you didn't finish your sentence as a deer jumped out onto the otherwise vacant road from between a few bushes on the side of the long stretch of asphalt nearing the campus grounds.

”Oh shit", you heard Michael exclaim while swerving a bit and stepping hard on the brakes. The deer stared confused at the headlights before scurrying off towards the other side of the road. ”You ok?!” the boy asked between quick breaths. Your breath was labored too, but your eyes and mind were mostly focused on the male hand that had instinctively been placed protectively on your thigh while braking. Michael unfastened his seatbelt and leaned closer when he didn't get an answer.

”Uh, yeah…” your eyes now focused on his light, green, worried eyes.

You just stared. You didn't mean to, but you didn't make an effort to look away either. He had gotten so close. His left hand was on your upper arm in a protective manner, and his face was just inches away from yours. You didn't mean to stare, and you most definitely didn't mean for your eyes to briefly flicker down to look at his lips. He noticed. He must have noticed given the way you were both so focused on each other.

”Wa-", you began, but didn't finish the sentence. To be honest, you couldn't even remember what you were about to say. Your eyes flickered down again, when your vocal cords failed you.

‘Shit!’ Your mind blasted out inside your own head, but Michael didn’t pull away, or look alarmed. If anything, his brow furrowed deeper, all the while he was trying to calm his own breath. After a couple more sharp exhales his grip on your arm tightened, and he pressed his lips to yours quickly, as if he was taking a running start. You kissed back automatically before you even registered what was happening. You tensed up and felt Michael’s grip loosen as if to retreat. 'No no no', you were not gonna lose this moment. No way. To signal that you were on board with what was happening you brought your hand up to his neck. ‘He can't stop now’, you were aching for him to continue touching you.

He got more involved in the kiss in response, and your other hand found its way up to the back of his neck too. The hand that had previously resided firmly on your arm now fell to your thigh and snaked its way to the back of your knees, pulling you closer still. Your voice had given up any sort of attempt of self control, and a short moan escaped your lips. The man reacted to your premature excitement and his right hand fumbled to find your seat belt button. In a surprisingly smooth motion for the situation being, he simultaneously pushed his own seat back from the steering wheel, and pulled you onto his lap as soon as the belt let go of you. Both your hands braced against Michael's chest, while his own hands pressed into your sides. Your fingers curled to grip his shirt, and his fingers mimicked yours by curling too, his nails digging into you. You could feel your pulse going crazy. Michael's heartbeat was probably also going off the rails, because he lifted you off of him a couple of inches so that he could grow more comfortably in his pants. He looked you deep in your eyes the entire time and let out a lengthy exhale.

“Girl, I don't even know what to do with you.”

He grabbed your ass to grind you into him. You let yourself angle your head back in reaction to your core finally being stimulated, and Michael straightened up his upper body to nibble at your neck. You helped him by moving your own hips along with the rhythm, but his hands still stayed firmly on your ass. When you couldn't take it anymore, you reached down to unclasp his belt, but your fingers fumbled more than you intended. You hadn't noticed how much you were shaking in excitement before now.

The stranger turned lover stared into your eyes patiently while you unbuttoned his jeans, but as soon as you managed to slide them down his thighs he pressed you hard against him, almost as hard as he pressed your lips together. Your underwear starting to become soaked from the thought of what was to come. Michael shifted his underwear down to meet his jeans. His hands couldn't decide where to rest, alternating between your hips, your chest, and your neck.

When focusing on your hips, his fingers on one hand slid up ever so slightly underneath the hem of your underwear, and his touch left you grinding harder into his thigh. You could tell that Michael knew how wet you were, your panties practically gliding around. His fingers found your hemline once more, and he slowly let his fingers follow the leg seam downwards. He let two fingers slip between you and the fabric to rest right outside your entrance for what felt like several minutes, but then inserted them forcefully when your whimpers became more desperate. He groaned too, from getting to feel you from the inside and knowing what pleasures it gave you. As if this didn't feel explosive enough already, his thumb joined his other fingers and circled your clit carefully.

You felt your cheeks turn red from the blood rushing fast through your body. Feeling sparks in your lower stomach already was not something you anticipated. Michael seemed to understand though, because he stilled you from assisting his fingers’ movement. He had stopped his movements too to make sure you would focus on his face. The look of his eyes as he kept them locked on yours was piercing and the icy-ness of it felt amazing on your hot cheeks. He held one hand deep inside of you, and the other on his own throbbing organ. He slowly replaced his two fingers with his cock, letting you get used to him gradually. You sank down, and the pain of stretching was miniscule compared to all the pleasure in the air. Once Michael was sure that you were comfortable with him, he elevated his hips just enough to push your limits. He finally let out a well kept-in moan. The subtle hip movements turned more and more intense until the point where you could tell you would end up with leg cramps in a few hours. The car wasn’t gigantic by any means, but you found ways to make do. With your hands behind your back, you could hold onto the steering wheel for support, with the added benefit of letting Michael’s hands roam over your torso freely.

Eyes watering, heart pumping, and legs trembling, you could feel your orgasm coming closer. Both your moans blended together into an audible mess as the electric pulses took over your body. After your release, your body relaxed heavy against the steering wheel.

A long, loud honk sounded out before you could get the chance to lift yourself off in horror. ‘Oh shit.’ The motion of lifting yourself off and plopping down in the passenger seat again wasn’t graceful, but it was at least fairly quick. You sat paralyzed holding onto your seat as a dog barked loudly at the sudden interruption of the usual peace and quiet. A lamp lit up in a house a few hundred yards away. It took a minute, but Michael finally chuckled - his hands rubbing his face. You cracked a smile too, but your stiffened posture would take a few minutes to get rid of. Michael clearly had a more easily relaxed personality than you.

The back of his head lay on the head rest, and he let it fall to one side to turn towards you. The same all-too-humored look that he had when you missed the bus was painted over his face. He didn't say anything, and neither did you. Words didn't really help in this predicament. He just pulled his pants up to waist level again and turned the car keys. You two drove in silence the few minutes left to reach campus grounds.

He crawled to a stop outside of the main dorms, and turned his head lazily again. You had quickly gathered your stuff in your hands as he pulled in, and you got out the second the car stopped.

“Well, uh… Thanks for the ride”, you said politely.

“You’re welcome”, he replied just as politely, and with a rare sincerity.

You raised your palm up in a subdued goodbye as you took a few steps backwards, and then turned around to walk away. Your shoes on the asphalt click-clacked loudly in the silent summer night. You reached for the door handle, the cool metal feeling sobering in your grip.

“HEY!” a word sliced through the silence.

You spun around on your toes quickly.

“Hey girl!” Michael continued when he knew he had your attention. He was leaning out the rolled down window again.

“I know where you live!” The grin on his face almost bursting by the seams.

A huge smile immediately spread across your face too.

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