#the fact there is a month long period of silence between my last post and the one i intend to finish soon </3
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[CN] Victor’s Interflowing Date (Eng Translation)
⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 调制之约 , that is yet to be released in the global server! ♡
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[Translation Under The Cut]
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✧ [Summary Of The Prologue] ✧
Since PG wanted to avoid AU for this event, cause CN players complained a while back that they’d rather have the canon dating timeline progress forward, and to do that PG needed a reason—
Apparently, an animal-related Evolver produced excessively high level of phenylethylamine while engaging in courtship, resulting in diffusion of pheromones and causing everyone in the city to obtain animal-like features. This phenomenon will disappear in a month~ 💀
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✧ [Part 1] ✧
The radiance of the sunset shines on the projection screen, leaving a fuzzy shadow. I get up and lower the curtains of the conference room, seizing the opportunity to draw in a few light breaths of fresh air.
Despite the fact that the Fresh Air Ventilation System is already turned up to the maximum, the small conference room is still abundant with all kinds of odors.
Since the Evol mutation, people have grown more sensitive to smells and have developed unique ones of their own simultaneously.
The smell of cologne mingled with kelp from a zebra colleague next to me is now rampaging into my nasal cavities. I rub my nose and look in the direction of the podium.
The person in charge of X Group is reporting at length, his leisurely tone of voice agreeing perfectly with those sloth ears.
As a scent feebly analogous to sandalwood weaves its way into my nostrils, I can’t help but secretly look at Victor.
He is sitting at the conference table with his both hands folded. The cat ears on top of his head stand alert, so stoic that one is unable to discern any emotions whatsoever.
But in contrast to his serene expression, the soft, long, and slender cat’s tail is thrashing against the back of his chair, producing short and regular sounds.
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[Trivia]: When a cat thrashes its tail, it means they are either irritated, annoyed or angry~ ⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆ ̯ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝
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Victor: We are already clear on the phase results. Is there any other key point that you’d like to add?
Apt to the occasion, Victor interrupts and lifts his hand to open the next document.
Goldman: Thanks to the person in charge of X Group for his excellent report. Time is limited, so we will move on to the next segment.
I turn my gaze towards Goldman, who has a pair of antelope ears on the top of his head. And, he meets my eyes “inadvertently.”
Understanding tacitly, I neatly sort out the materials and nod my head.
Goldman: Next up is [MC’s Company Name]. MC, you can start your debriefing.
I promptly walk towards the podium. As I pass by Victor, the fragrance of sandalwood and rose breaks through the other entwined smells, seeping into my heart and soul with precision.
It’s the scent I’m familiar with, and my favorite.
My vigor, which has previously been somewhat shriveled by various smells, is lifted with spirits. I inhale a deep breath and click on the PPT.
MC: [MC’s Company Name]’s assets rose at a steady pace in the last quarter, increasing 13.5% compared to the corresponding time period last year. And we have met the quarterly target on time...
Victor listens in silence, but his tail suddenly swishes from side to side.
I hastily review with an unaffected expression. And sure enough, I find a discrepancy between the data and what I have just narrated.
MC: ...the PPT displays the outlooks on the previous target, and the actual quarterly target has increased based on this.
As soon as the words leave my mouth, the “fussy” tail hangs down. I heave a sigh of relief, and my tensed mood also loosens up.
Thanks to this emotion-revealing tail, I’m always able to carry out the amendment in response to any problems timely throughout the entire debriefing process, and my presentation ends smoothly.
My heart overflows with a small sense of complacency when I find that Victor is staring at me. His eyebrows are slightly raised, as though he’s seen right through my little thoughts altogether.
Goldman: This concludes our meeting for today. Adjourned!
As the crowd leaves the conference room, I walk over to the window, wanting to open it to disperse the myriad of pent-up smells. But, my hand touches another hand.
Victor opens the window. The instant the cool breeze pours into the conference room, the glow of sunset outside the window also shines in.
The golden evening rays shroud Victor’s cat ears, akin to a layer of golden veil encasing the black velvet.
I think of wanting to stroke these cute ears. But I find my bunny ear being caught in turn just as I reach out with my hands.
Victor: A certain someone has recently learned to be smart and knows how to use the information from the Evol abnormality to amend her mistakes.
MC: Hehe. After all, I’ve been fully concentrating on this research for several days!
Victor: You’re actually really enjoying this.
MC: That’s for sure! While it’s true that this abnormality has indeed brought no small amount of trouble for everyone, it also has its benefits.
MC: For instance, the matter of understanding the cold-faced, sweet-hearted CEO Victor has become much simpler and easier.
I thought that Victor would tease me a bit. But unexpectedly, he casually diverts the subject, a slight frown finding itself in the space between his eyebrows for a moment.
Victor: Wasn’t a certain someone crying about being hungry before the meeting? Let’s go. Time to get off work and return home.
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✧ [Part 2] ✧
After dinner, Victor sits on the sofa and flips through a magazine. I shuffle closer to his side.
Looking at his calm side profile, I think of his somewhat unnatural appearance in the evening and can’t help but poke him.
MC: Victor, have you not fully adapted to the cat ears and the tail yet?
Victor’s hand pauses in its movement, and he lifts his hand to prop up his spectacle frame.
Victor: Nope.
MC: Really? I guess you don’t know, but it has become easier to understand you ever since the Evol abnormality.
He lifts the tip of his eyebrows, not saying anything. But his cat ears wiggle disobediently. Resisting the urge to laugh, I nod my head with deadpan earnestness.
MC: For example, you’re not saying what you’re thinking right now, aren’t you?
Victor’s eyes slowly swirl over my face, and he helplessly ticks his lips.
Victor: Just say what you’re trying to say.
MC: What I’m trying to say is that it’s normal to feel uncomfortable.
MC: After all, the CEO usually doesn’t like to reveal his anger or other trivial emotions. But now, the little emotions in his heart are being sold out by his kitty ears and tail...
MC: And to add to that, the staff’s attentions are also entirely focused on each other’s smell, ears, and tails – which is affecting their work more or less.
Victor: Even if it’s not the Evol abnormality, there will always be some other fresh things. This isn’t anything special.
Victor: I just don’t approve of the way staff try to work by speculating the manager’s mood. This can bring about many inconveniences.
Catching the implication in his words, I smile a little embarrassedly.
MC: Criticism has been accepted! I will conceal these little thoughts very carefully in the future and make sure to not let CEO Victor find out.
Victor chuckles softly as though he’s thought of some funny scene and tugs on my ear.
Victor: Your bunny ears droop in one minute, and then they’re itching to fly in the next. Are you sure you have that ability?
While Victor teases me in his mouth, his tail has also curled up in a tiny arc, swinging back and forth.
Not to be outdone, I lift my hand and reach for Victor’s tail, which is standing tall.
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[Trivia]: When a cat’s tail is raised particularly high, and the end is curved into a little arc, it means they’re incredibly happy. This is a way of cordial greeting, and it also states that they want to play with you! Which appears to have a slightly different meaning when the said “cat” is your human fiancé LOL. You’ll see haha ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄
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MC: In that case, I also want to take a look. What emotion are you concealing right now, CEO Victor?
To my surprise, his tail swings to the other side at the speed of light, avoiding my evil clutches.
Victor: Stop messing around.
MC: Don’t be so stingy. I won’t be able to caress it after a few days...
Victor: You like to pet the tail that much?
MC: Cat tails feel so good to the touch. I don’t want to miss out on this opportunity.
Victor: When we go to the cat café tomorrow, there will be plenty of cat tails for you to touch.
MC: How can that be the same? It’s Victor’s cat tail that I want to touch.
I put an act of nodding at his tail that is wagging in the air, causing Victor to release a sigh and finally give in. Perfectly contented, I reach out with my hands and feel the fluffy sensation.
MC: Speaking of which, if you’re very concerned about the tail revealing your emotions, how about leaving the task of communicating with the guests to me when we look after the shop tomorrow?
A few days ago, I received a call from the owner of the cat café that Victor and I visit very often.
I’ve heard that he has turned into a leopard and that the kitties in the shop shiver and scurry when they see him. Therefore, he has no alternative but to recruit cat lovers and help him look after the shop on a part-time basis.
Victor and I happened to have no plans this weekend, and I really miss those little fellows. So, we’ve agreed to help out.
Victor: [sulking] So you’re more concerned about the guests at the cat café than the staff at LFG?
He looks at me with an arched eyebrow as though I’m worried about a silly issue. But his tail, which has been calm up until now, restlessly burrows itself out of my palm all of a sudden.
I look at the tail that discloses Victor’s true feelings in all its glory and can’t help teasing him.
MC: Who knows, perhaps the guests at the cat café will have a lot of strange requests?
MC: What’s to be done if they think they can pet the kitty attendant too? Will you get angry?
Victor: ...if you have the energy to let your imagination run wild, it’d be better to set that aside for tomorrow.
MC: [sulking BIG TIME LOL] Tell me. What will you do, huh?
I close his magazine. Before he can react, I take off his spectacles with my hands and stare at him unrelentingly.
Victor takes a deep look at me, enfolding me in his arms.
Victor: I won’t get angry, but I won’t let them touch me either. Are you satisfied with this answer?
I nod, and my bunny ears wiggle back and forth following my movements.
A warm, tactile sensation spreads from my bunny ear. I can’t help but incline my head and cater to this tenderness.
Victor: I see you’re very quickly adapting to being a bunny.
MC: That’s because the opportunity of becoming an animal is awfully hard to come by. And besides, bunnies have very sharp noses...
MC: So long as I shake my head like this, I can sniff out your scent.
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The next morning, Victor and I wake up early and arrive at the “KittenCafe.”
It’s the first time we’ve been here since the Evol mutation. The original wooden exterior and the cute paintings on the windows are still the same as I remember them.
Following the instructions in the shop assistant’s handbook, I change into my uniform in the lounge and prepare to welcome the day’s work.
When I return to the lobby, the little calico kitten is reaching for a piece of snack from Victor’s hand, then it runs away with a “clip-clop” noise.
Even more little fur-balls gather around his feet, clamoring for snacks and trying to outdo one another.
Having fed all the kittens till they’re satisfied, he turns around beneath the soft light, the glimmer of a smile gracing the corners of his lips.
MC: Hello, Mr. Kitty. I’m the Bunny Maid! Thank you in advance for taking care of me today~
I tilt my head complacently, causing the hairband on my head to come loose and dangle down on the side of my cheek.
MC: ...
Victor’s eyes suddenly turn a little helpless. He steps forward, extending his hand.
Victor: Why didn’t a certain someone tie her hairband tightly before showing off?
MC: Hasn’t your tie knot also gotten crooked by the kitties?
Victor and I sort out each other’s accessories for each other. I carefully roll up the cuffs for him, opening my mouth to speak while doing so.
MC: How should we arrange today’s agenda? I feel that just feeding the cats would seem like a bit of a cop-out.
Victor: What else do you have in mind?
MC: To make the dry and dull part-time-work-day trip marvelous, I’d like to arrange a fun little activity!
Victor: Let’s hear it.
MC: I want to organize a “Drink Of Impression” themed event. What do you think?
MC: The guests will be asked to write down their mood on a card, and they will receive a unique-blend drink of impression in exchange.
MC: This kind of “customized service” has always attracted many customers. It’s just that, this can’t be done by me alone.
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✧ [Part 3] ✧
Hearing my proposal, Victor gives me a look of applause.
Victor: Looks like a certain someone is very adequately prepared this time.
MC: Of course I am. I’ve got the division of labor figured out too.
MC: I’ll be responsible for handing out the cards to the guests. After collecting the cards, we will analyze their characteristics together.
MC: As for the tasty, unique drinks– naturally, CEO Victor, The Master Chef, will have to be the one to exhibit his skills!
Victor: So you’re just trying to keep me awfully busy with the so-called “exhibition of skills?”
MC: How so? I- I can help you and be your sous chef! I can also be your gold medal creative director!
Victor: If this creative director’s mind could be used in the proposals, the corrections needed would have been at least half of the current number.
MC: I work very hard on writing my proposals too. It’s you who has high standards and strict requirements...
MC: In brief, I’ll definitely repay CEO Victor for making him work so hard, okay?
Victor looks at me with eyes overflowing in anticipation, the corners of his lips slightly hooking upward.
Victor: I never said I wouldn’t.
After laying out the shop’s interior decorations, I put up the blackboard consisting of the event activity on the storefront, then head towards the kitchen to help Victor.
Lifting the curtain, I find a tall, slender, and straight figure standing in front of the kitchen table and decorating the cake, surrounded by five or six round fur-balls on the side.
Victor holds a piece of kitten cookie in his left hand. His well-defined hands are concealed inside the pure white gloves, looking sacred and soft.
Obediently forming a circle around him, the kitties watch his movements with full attention, not stirring up trouble or scrambling around.
All the kitties show their utmost respect for this majestic and handsome Cat King.
Looking at the table full of desserts, I find myself somewhat unable to believe my eyes.
MC: I was just handling a simple matter of decorating the shop, but you’ve already done so much in this time!
Victor inserts the last strawberry into the parfait. Then he takes off his gloves, teasing me with a smile.
Victor: [his teasing laugh practically sounds like heaven] When the creative director is working on the project herself, it’s only natural that the rest of the process also needs to be of a high standard.
Victor: How’s your preparation coming along?
MC: Ahh, the lighting, the food, the decorations are all done... oh yeah, and the music too!
I create a brand new playlist, adding a few songs that Victor and I usually listen to.
The KittenCafe officially opens for business amidst the fresh and mellifluous music, with the wind chimes swaying in the morning breeze at the door.
Perhaps it’s the signage at the entrance for the Unique Drink Of Impression Event that has done the trick, as we are soon inundated with guests.
Mr. Elephant: I’m the head of the Moral Education Department. But with my long elephant ears, students laugh whenever they see me, and the discipline has gotten much worse with me around!
On the side, Miss Elk takes a sip of her coffee. But, she can’t help but squirt it out when she catches sight of the elephant ears.
Miss Elk: HAHAHA! I’m sorry. My bursting point is too low, and I can’t help it when I see animal ears. HAHAHAHA...
The guests, who are also fellow cat lovers, very quickly warm up to each other, even mutually discussing the other person’s ears and tails.
Bouncing up and down, the sea otter girl on the side comes up and hands me the card she already wrote a while ago.
Sea Otter Girl: I’m really curious to see what kind of unique drink you guys will prepare. I can’t wait to take pictures and share them with my boyfriend!
The guests are already playing with the kitties. I head to the back kitchen with a stack of cards and hand them over to Victor.
MC: Mr. Elephant sounds like he’s really distressed. What kind of drink would be suitable for him?
Victor: Although the main focus of the unique drink of impression is the impression a person gives, satisfying the needs of the guests is also an indispensable part of the service.
Victor: Instead of pondering over the state of distress, why not think about what he needs?
MC: The mischievous students must have been troubling him lately... how about a refreshing cold drink? Perhaps it can bring him peace!
Victor nods in approval, drawing the ice cubes out of the ice maker.
MC: But when you think about it carefully, what’s troubling us now may actually be a beautiful memory for the future.
MC: Mr. Elephant has grown closer to his students during this time. One day, when he looks back on this time, it will probably bring him warmth.
Victor doesn’t respond, but the corners of his lips perk themselves up to reveal his cheerful mood.
Very soon, a glass of New York Sour, made with the concoction of fresh lemon, peppermint, and wine, is presented on the table.
Victor: In terms of the flavor of this cold drink, the sour tones harmonizing with a sweet aftertaste are the best fit for your analysis.
Victor: Also, if you wish to convey your concoction concept to the guests, you can consider giving the drinks specific names.
I imagine the slightly dejected back view of Mr. Elephant. After a few moments, an idea pops into my head, and I lift the pen to write “C.A.L.M.” on the label.
I hope that this drink can give him the feeling of a moment’s tranquility.
MC: Next up is Miss Elk. She really likes to laugh. I feel that she’d feel comparatively safe with a drink that doesn’t get sprayed easily.
Victor: Then we can use a smoothie or taro purée.
Victor quickly concocts a glass of brightly colored dragon fruit smoothie and hands it to me. I cooperate by attaching a label on the glass with the words “Laughter Of Summer” written on it.
MC: Last but not the least is Miss Sea Otter, who is in love with someone. I think a strawberry-flavored drink would be the perfect fit for her!
Victor arches his eyebrows, indicating for me to continue.
MC: When Miss Sea Otter was talking about her boyfriend, her body exuded a sweet fragrance from head to toe, and even the air around her seemed to have sweetened.
MC: I think her drink should be like this too. So, the soft strawberries with a blend of sweetness and sourness are the best fit!
MC: You can also add a little bit of rum. It makes one slightly tipsy but not entirely intoxicated, very much in line with the feeling when you’re in love.
MC: When two people are together, there’s happiness, and there’s also disharmony. Through the sweetness and sourness of the accompaniment, they enable each other to grow into better people.
MC: Just the thought of this one person, being together with them – makes your heart soft, and then infinite sweet thoughts bubble up in your mind.
MC: This sweetness is complemented by the alluring fragrance that lingers in your senses. Victor, what do you think?
After I finish my eloquent discourse, Victor chuckles softly in a good mood.
Victor: ’That a certain someone is very well deserving of her title of the creative director.
Victor: I identify with all of these viewpoints.
The rare compliment makes me subconsciously lean closer to him. My bunny ears nuzzle across his jawline, causing a tickling sensation.
MC: Does CEO Victor identify with my suggestion for the unique-blend drink, or is it something else?
Victor: [HIS VOICE SKFKFLFKL] I see your tail is about to rise high up into the sky.
MC: Humph. My tail is as good as a ball, okay!
As I say this, I turn around and wag my tail triumphantly at Victor. He gives me a speechless glance, the corners of his lips hooking into a smile. Then he extends his hand and strokes my tail gently.
A violent shiver runs through my body from head to toe, and my bunny ears quiver uncontrollably. I promptly pick up the special drinks and “flee in defeat.”
Victor: [voice in the background, NOSEBLEEDS] The bunny sure does run off fast.
His voice, carrying within it a light chuckle, falls behind me. I wiggle my burning hot ears and serve the drinks to the guests with a feigned calmness.
After the guests have their taste, our unique drinks of impression unsurprisingly receive one hundred percent positive evaluation.
Thrilled, I give Victor two thumbs-up. But he just leans back against the wall in the distance, looking at me with his arms crossed over his chest.
The sunlight descends on the tips of his hair, the mottled light and shade tracing his entire body and the aura around him in a softness.
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✧ [Part 4] ✧
Time passes. After the last guest has left perfectly satisfied, we begin to wrap up for the day.
Victor helps with the signage and decorations while I’m about to recycle the glasses, plates, and toys.
MC: Yikes, dang it!
The fur-ball at my feet suddenly scuttles, scaring me to the point that my hand trembles, causing the small fish cookies in the bag to scatter everywhere.
Kitty: Meow––!!
When the quiet kitties catch sight of the cookies, they incarnate into greedy cats one by one and scurry around the entire coffee shop with the cookies in their mouths.
MC: Xiao Huang, don’t run around all over the place. Come back here!
Xiao Huang deftly scurries onto the high shelf, knocking the board game box to the floor in the process.
MC: Hehe. I’ve got you, Xiao Hui.
Just as I grab hold of Xiao Hui’s one leg, the passing Xiao Ju gives me a cat punch on the arm. I loosen my grip in pain.
Dejected and depressed, I keep running and lunging left and right. The kitties obviously don’t appreciate my effort and even cover each other’s back, making me unable to focus on one of them without neglecting the rest.
I unyieldingly persevere in the war of chase until my feet slip, and I fall into the “coffee trap” set up by the kitties, causing my bunny self to topple over.
The expected impact doesn’t arrive. I’ve fallen into a warm embrace.
Opening my eyes, I see Victor’s slightly perplexed face at arm’s length.
Victor: [sounds really amused LOL] ...you’re picking a fight with the cats?
I brush my hair out of my face. Looking at the disordered lobby and the suspicious cat furs scattered all over the place, I feel a little embarrassed.
MC: The cookies accidentally got scattered, so the kitties became a little excited...
Victor: [sounds even more amused] They are all greedy cats, just like a certain someone. So it’s not at all surprising that this happened.
MC: [blushing] Absolutely not! They are much greedier than me, and I don’t run and hop around all over the place when I see something delicious.
Victor: [Bless you, Wu Lei aksbvn] If your limbs were as well coordinated as theirs, I wouldn’t mind you running and hopping around either.
Victor puts me down and walks to the cabinet to take down a box from the top-level. Curious, I lean over and sniff out the smell of grass.
MC: It’s catnip! I’ll help you catch the cats then.
Victor: No need.
Victor sprinkles catnip on the floor next to the cat house. He then stands there quietly, waiting for the right moment.
One, two... until the last kitty also becomes intoxicated and rolls about on the floor. He squats down and opens the door to the cat house.
Victor: [to the kittens] Had enough fun. Now it’s time to go back home.
Victor’s cat ears stand bolt upright, but his eyes are extraordinarily tender.
Under his attentive gaze, the kittens obediently turn towards this majestic Cat King one by one and walk over.
The kitties actually stand in a line to enter the cat house, and a few of the kittens even pause to rub against Victor’s pant leg fawningly.
Victor helplessly pets these incredibly clingy kittens and closes the door after all of the kitties have entered the house.
MC: Victor, I suspect you really have a cat’s spirit. These little kitties are far too obedient under your watch.
Victor: Have you actually thought they probably just don’t want to bother themselves by arguing with a certain dummy bunny?
I smile in embarrassment. Just as I’m about to put the catnip away, an idea suddenly pops into my head, the corners of my lips bending themselves upward unconsciously.
Victor: What are you up to again?
MC: I’m just wondering if this catnip will be effective on the one in front of me?
I fish out the shop’s unique catnip-flavored lollipop, looking at Victor with eyes brimming with expectation. He can’t help but laugh.
Victor: Do you really think of me as a cat?
MC: I don’t. It just smells like catnip, not the real thing. Why don’t I try it for you first?
I tear open the wrapping and taste it. I feel as though I’m licking hay. My tongue becomes astringent, and I can’t help but wrinkle my brows together into a frown.
MC: Never mind, no need to try it. The flavor is really weird...
Victor: I see that a certain bunny herself was curious about the flavor of catnip.
MC: Well, thanks to that. I thought I could see a catnip-addicted Victor, and I was a bit looking forward to it. But I didn’t expect this to be so unpalatable...
Victor turns his head, looking at me with raised eyebrows.
Victor: There was no need to go through all that trouble.
Victor: In my case, having a bunny is more effective than catnip.
My heart flutters. I hug Victor fiercely, winking at him.
MC: In that case, this Bunny Maid wants to make Mr. Cat even happier. Just wait a little bit!
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I walk up to the kitchen table, pull out the ice maker and take out a large pile of ice cubes.
Victor: What’s this for?
MC: You’ll find out in a moment~
I raise my chin mysteriously as my hands keep moving. The swizzle stick grazes against the wall of the glass, producing a crisp and clear sound.
Victor looks at me quietly, his silhouette coinciding with many of his images from the past.
I recall his indifference and haughtiness the first time I saw him. I remember his grace and complacency as he held his glass of red wine aloft.
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[Tidbits]: The red wine is actually a specific reference to Victor’s “Only Tonight” MQ, which features the winter world Victor. In that particular scene, MC was reminiscing about their first kiss and Victor, who was once “her.” *sobbing in the club*
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I think of his side profile when he cooks for me. I think of the days, and the nights he wraps me in his arms as we fall asleep.
Preparing the drink turns out to be far more difficult than I’ve imagined. When I serve a glass of dark red, unidentifiable liquid, Victor’s eyebrows give a jump.
MC: Uhh, I’m sure it will end up tasting much better than it looks. Give it a try, quick!
Victor: Before I taste it, I have something for you too.
He turns sideways, hinting for me to look at the mini-refrigerator at the counter of the bar.
Victor: If you’re curious, open it and see for yourself.
Slightly confused, I pull open the refrigerator. And there, beneath the warm yellow light, quietly stands a glass of pink and white juice.
MC: When did you sneakily do this? How did I not notice?
A smile tugs at the corners of Victor’s lips as though he has long since foreseen my reaction.
Victor: When a certain dummy was engrossed in playing with the cats together with the guests.
Victor: You’ve been running around the entire day today, and then you even got into a cat fight. You deserve a “unique encouragement.”
Impatient, I quickly insert a straw inside the pink juice and lightly clink it against Victor’s glass as a toast.
The juicy peach-flavored bubbles enter between my lips and tongue. The sweetness and sourness spread as they travel the course, carefully leaving a creamy note and a sweet aroma of wine as the aftertaste.
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[Trivia]: MC’s scent is the fragrance of peaches.
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MC: So delicious!
Victor: ...tastes unpleasant.
Victor sets the glass down. Kneading the space between his eyebrows, he picks it up again to take another sip.
MC: If it’s too bad, don’t force yourself to drink...
Victor: Distinguishing the raw materials in this glass of sugar water is also a kind of a challenge.
Victor: You’ve put at least five tablespoons of sugar in it, plus rose juice, red wine, and twenty or more ice cubes.
MC: You’ve actually discerned all of them!
MC: The ice cubes represent your grandeur and reserve; red wine symbolizes your elegance. The rose juice, because it’s the flavor of you. As for the sugar...
MC: I was thinking about you as I was concocting the drink. So I couldn’t help but add more and more sugar...
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[Tidbits]: For the ice-cubes, MC uses the term “高冷”, which is an abbreviation of “高贵冷艳”. The first part “高贵” means “noble,” and the second part “冷艳” refers to “someone who’s beautiful and not easy to get close to”~ :>
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Victor: The thought is deserving of recognition, but the ingredients are far too overstated.
The setting sun is hanging slightly crooked. I see a golden stream of light coursing through Victor’s eyes, and there in that splendid radiance is harbored a flushed and red-faced me.
MC: Victor, do you like this drink?
Victor nods, his face remaining unruffled as ever. However, his ears and tail stand high, swinging back and forth!
I hold back my laughter, subconsciously stand on my tiptoes, and squeeze his ear.
Victor is rendered speechless. He stares at me wide-eyed, his ears twitching as well.
Victor: [voice suddenly becomes extremely hoarse skfkl] I see your courage is getting bigger.
He shifts his head out of my line of sight. Then, he picks up the glass of crimson liquid on the table and drains the glass in one gulp.
MC: Why did you finish up such an awful drink?
Victor: [HIS SEDUCTIVE VOICE, I’M DEAD SKSKABSKV] ...when have I ever not enjoyed the entire sum of a certain someone’s masterpieces?
MC: Why didn’t you save a sip for me? I also wanted to taste how bad it really was...
In the next second, a sudden kiss interrupts my unfinished words.
Our lips rub against each other, and our breaths entangle as they weave into one another. The fragrances of sandalwood, roses, wine, and peaches veil my entire world, and they seem to be drowning me within.
Victor: [MORE SEDUCTIVE VOICE, ME DEAD^10K] Have you tasted it now?
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📞 [Calls and Moments]: Here!
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#Yet another date of MC re-emphasizing how much she loves Victor’s “natural scent” skfkskl ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄#the fact that this man got even the kitties to worship him without even trying LOL#Classic Victor x MC. Calling you out as single in every existent and non-existent languages—#minding their own business. show-offing how much they LOVE each other AND how much they are IN LOVE. raising the bar as usual 😩👌🫀#mlqc victor#mlqc li zeyan#mlqc cn#mlqc spoilers#mlqc#mr love victor#mr love queen's choice#love and producer#恋与制作人#李泽言#mlqc translations
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Entry #5: With much certainty, my love.
Much has happened since the last time I uploaded my recent post. In retrospect, from everything that has transpired since then, I find it ironic and somewhat ridiculous that I decided to end my entry streak with an ambiguous note. I guess it was due to the fact that I wasn't sure where I stood between love, life, and death.
As much as I hate to admit, I have started to cast doubt on the happiness my time with @worthleslie evoked.
Being the annoying skeptical cynic I am, I have wondered right from the start whether that joy and tranquility was just temporary distraction. In time, I began to suspect whether it was a ruse to convince me to put my defenses down. That awful wonder grew to become an honest doubt. And with the accompanying turmoil that surrounded us due to my unfinished business with the past, I hesitantly imagined myself back on my relationship hamster wheel.
So when shit hit the fan, when the ghosts of my past and my sins rose from the grave, when the beating and battering commenced, and when I felt a sliver of that happiness slip away from my loosely clenched fists, I almost conceded.
As much as I want to lie to you, reader (including myself), that my silence was a meditation to gain my strength and composure, I was actually contemplating whether it was time to wake up from my fantasy-turned-nightmare. I was on the edge again beside the dark and unending abyss. It was once again deafeningly silent with the doldrums occasionally only broken by unwelcomed thoughts that felt like tendrils pulling me towards the bottomless pit of my depression.
My uncurated words and thoughts that I used to pour onto my partner became words that lodged themselves in my throat - words that I struggled to sputter but inevitably choked me. It is a learned skill to be quiet, an even more difficult skill to stay apathetic whilst the same silence paves the way to create a distance between the strongest bonds.
Needless to say, just like how my last entry title was all about uncertainties, I've also started to become unsure. It felt like the end was looming closer and closer as the days rolled by.
Yet, despite this confession, I pray that you pay no heed to my erroneous meanderings. After all, this is a new entry, a new title, and, more significantly, a new year.
I believe I still have the right to indulge in "turning a new page" or "sprouting a new leaf" sentiments.
It is currently 5 o'clock in the morning as I am typing this from my laptop. Meanwhile, the love of my life is snoring with loud liberty behind me. I do not mind the low hum and thunderous crackle that almost sounds like a broken motorcycle exhaust - the old and rusted kind. It's funny because usually, the slightest noise distracts me, but I have gotten used to her nasal symphony.
We've been together for five months now. We've gotten used to so many things about each other now. To say we tolerated each other this long is an understatement, especially now that we have been living together for exactly a month and two days.
Moving in and living together was not like how I imagined it the first time we searched for a place to stay. The first few days were cold, not just because of the winter solstice but because of the overhanging quandary I'd brought along with my emotional and literal baggage.
I have often questioned when the honeymoon phase would end between me and my partner. I have also acknowledged that our strong personalities would lead to a one-time-big-time fight. It's laughable to think now that I've become the very staunch critic of our relationship in my desperate attempt to take off my rose-colored glasses.
We've fought tooth and nail, hell and back, during the silent period between my last entry and this one. But I digress; the fight wasn't between us. It was a fight against our own prejudices, self-preserving defense-mechanisms, and non-negotiables in order to keep us.
That determination to break away against ourselves and our norms in order to hold on to each other made me realize that there is no reason to think the spark between us is already moot and that our link is weak.
Every relationship is a leap of faith. I know this, yet I view this as a threat rather than something to look forward to. For an adrenaline junkie, I forgot that leaps of faith entail a thrill like no other as we plunge into who knows where.
So as I sit here and type while recounting the now steady streak of oranges in my mood calendar to signify the best days I have had with Aly, I've come to embrace my fall once again with her.
This time, it is clear, the path is vivid. I walk with pronounced certainty in my heart.
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*Looks nervously at the two asks sitting in my ask box on my worldbuilding blog*
#ramble.lou#yes this is about the pomegranate village blog#i want to get to these answers so bad but ough my procrastination#the fact there is a month long period of silence between my last post and the one i intend to finish soon </3
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Follow you - Chris Evans smut
The one where Chris becomes your roomate and finds out he has a domesticity kink... and more
Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, domesticity kink, friends to lovers, rommates au, pandemic mention, hair-pulling kink, daddy kink, cockwarming, kind of allusion to an age gap, but can be read as reader being into teasing chris
Word count: 4.1k
A/N: Thanks to @mollygetssherlockcoffee for reading this over and helping me make it better! You’re the sweetest person ever! this is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them. Hope you guys like it!
Chris’ P.O.V.
“C’mon, sweetheart,” I’d been trying to convince her to close her laptop for the last two hours, unfortunately without any luck. She just glanced at me before returning to her document, and I groaned as I left the living room in search of what I knew we needed.
“Close the laptop and I’ll give you a sip.” This time when she looked up, she found me holding a bottle of my most expensive whiskey, the one she’d been dying to try ever since she first got invited to my place.
It was a tense moment of evaluation while she took in my offer and her workload, her head turning from her computer to me and then back to the device again, and I found himself growing anxious because of how desperately I wanted her company that night.
“Please?” I tried to convince her, even going so far as to pout - which at least earned me a giggle. I considered it a win, especially with the way it made my chest warm up. “C’mon, we deserve it! After the week we had?”
She frowned when she thought back on the stresses we had confided in each other for the last couple of days, and I watched with glee when she slowly closed her laptop, prompting me to wave my arms around in victory. “We?” She teased, getting up to stand before me with her arms crossed in front of her body, making me laugh.
“Alright, so maybe just you.” I couldn’t really deny that my work “problems” paled in comparison to hers. “Listen, I’m only trying to help.” She narrowed her eyes at me, reaching out for the bottle and unscrewing it before taking the sip I’d promised.
“Shit, this really is good.” A smug smile took over my face as I wrapped my arms around her, walking us back to the couch before making us fall over it.
“Only the best for you, babe.” I watched her roll her eyes at the pet name, snickering at how it affected her. I knew it made her giddy and she hated it, it’s why I insisted on doing it - or so I told myself.
Something deep inside of me whispered differently, though. I tried to ignore it. She was my best friend and we were going to be living together for the foreseeable future. No one knew when this pandemic would let up.
And lord knows that nothing positive had ever come out of my investments in romantic relationships. So every rational thought in my mind was begging me not to overcomplicate this. I couldn’t stand to lose her friendship, anyway. That’s why I had invited her to spend lockdown with me - my need to know she was okay, and be able to have her around whenever I needed to vent.
She was the only one outside my family who got my anxiety well enough to help me work through it when I was feeling bad, and she had even been able to prevent me from having panic attacks more than once.
I just couldn’t imagine going through this with anyone other than her. I simply hadn’t anticipated how fucking horny this period of forced sexual privation would make me, and I never expected her to become a willing victim to my needs.
But boy, once the liquor hit and she ended up over my lap, shivering as she rode my thigh without a care in the world, was I glad that she did.
“Is this what you like?” I asked, looking up at her with my mouth hanging open, unbelieving of how fucking sexy she looked as she used my body for her pleasure. I didn’t even care that my cock was straining against my jeans, begging me to move her on top of it. As long as I could keep enjoying the show, being a part of it, I was satisfied.
“I wanna learn it,” I pressed, moving my hands to hold her ass, squeezing it the way I’d always wanted to do but never allowed myself to dream about. “I wanna learn how to please you.” She made me feel something I hadn’t felt before, in any of my past relationships. There was attraction, of course, but there was also this deep, familiar feeling that made me feel at home. It made me feel safe, and with the help of alcohol, I was desperate to explore it.
“Ugh,” she groaned, letting her head fall back, drawing my attention to her breasts, the way they bounced in front of my eyes, unfortunately still covered. My mouth watered at the sight of it, wanting nothing much than to strip her bare and wrap my lips around one of her nipples.
“Don’t say stuff like that, Evans.” The comment threw me off, making me frown as I took a hold of the hair on the back of her head and yanked her to me, devouring her lips. They were soft - so much softer than I’d ever allowed myself to imagine.
“Why not?” I panted against her mouth once I was forced to separate from her taste of whiskey to search for some oxygen. She kept moving, her eyes hazy and glossed over, and it sent a pang of lust straight down my body when I realized it wasn’t completely due to the drinks we shared. There was also desire in there.
“You want to learn?” She asked, hands bunching up my shirt as she used her hold to grind against me faster. “Then fuck me, Chris.” She molded her body to mine, engulfing my lips once more as I laid her down on the couch, excited to have her underneath me - excited to see her naked body, explore it, get to know every little thing that made her tick.
I knew it would be a moment I’d forever remember, regardless of the amount of bourbon in my blood. I just never expected it to become something I was so eager to relive over and over and over again.
It was supposed to be a one time thing. When I woke up in the morning, I was ready to go back to being roommates. We were good at that. She was a morning person, by the time I woke up every morning, she already had breakfast ready for me, and then we’d go out to the backyard to let Dodger out together.
We’d sit and talk and then I’d go for a run - she’d have done her yoga already, while I was still asleep - I’d answer some e-mails, she’d work on her laptop by my side and the silence was just as comfortable as all of our late night conversations.
She’d sneak out to the kitchen and come back with a few sandwiches for our lunch, and then the rest of the day would go by with us doing whatever mundane task we had in mind, together even if we were doing separate things, and I didn’t feel suffocated.
I didn’t even run out of things to say. By the time dinner rolled around and I followed her back to the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes while she fixed us dinner - I wasn’t allowed to cook in my own stove, mostly because she was terrified of my food but hid it under the excuse of that one time when I started a fire - then we’d eat together, watch a movie together, talk until we fell asleep - always together.
I was shocked. It’d never been this way in any of my previous relationships. In fact, I was certain it was the reason why they had never worked. I’d given up on any realistic expectation of settling down precisely because of this: I just never expected to find anyone with whom a day-to-day life wouldn’t eventually grow boring.
It’d been three months and I still loved to wake up to her coffee. We still fell asleep every night side by side, too tired to move into different beds because we had laughed our asses off after skyping Scott.
And now that sex came into play in our relationship? I just knew there was no way I’d ever go back to being nothing but friends - or living in a place where she wasn’t the first person I saw when I woke up.
It sucked that it took a pandemic and a night of alcohol to make me realize that, but damn, was I grateful that I decided to open a bottle of whiskey that evening.
I kept waiting for the catch, the moment it would all go to shit, but it never came. Our lives resumed to how they used to be, only now I had this ongoing inner battle to not just bend her over the nearest piece of furniture when we were busy, and the ability to do exactly that whenever there was nothing else to do.
And for a while it was bliss. There wasn’t a nagging voice inside my head questioning this arrangement because it was theoretically perfect. I had a best friend, a roommate and a fuck buddy, all wrapped into one single person that I adored.
Life couldn’t possibly get better - until I realized that I wanted more. Talks of lockdown being over started and she had plans of going back to her place, of course, but I couldn’t stand the thought of being away from her.
I wanted to see my family too, but I wanted to take her with me. Introduce her to my mom, see her get along with my sisters. Witness how she’d be with my nephews and nieces - I knew how much she loved kids. And that’s when it hit me.
I’d given my heart to her. Somewhere between the morning coffees and afternoon runs, the nights where I’d rant about all of my silly problems and she actually listened to them - really listened, never making me feel bad about what could only be described as rich people problems.
All the innocent little gestures, and the not so innocent ones - when I discovered she was exactly the nasty slut I’d always dreamed of, the way she would randomly drop to her knees and suck me off, even while I was on the phone. Most times she didn’t even let me repay the favor. She just genuinely liked to blow me.
She also liked to play with me randomly, like when we were watching a movie and she mindlessly reached for my crotch, rubbing me until I got hard. It almost always ended in sex, and I just loved it.
I loved it, and I loved her, and the idea of her ever sharing this idyllic lifestyle with anyone else made me irrationally jealous.
And that’s how I knew it. I didn’t want to mess it up. But how could I not fuck this up?
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“Chris…” Her sweet voice called out to me, reaching my ears while I was hiding in my office, trying to get my thoughts in order so I wouldn’t just randomly blurt out what I was feeling for my best friend to my best friend.
To her credit, she didn’t try to force me to keep her company - but that only made me fall even deeper for her, leaving me a complete and utter mess while she went about her day as if nothing was wrong in the world.
“Yes?” I looked up to see her by the threshold, clearly reticent about invading my privacy. It made me smile, thinking back on all of the times my exes hadn’t been as understanding, even after I let them clearly know what I was needing.
“I made cupcakes, do you want me to bring you one?” The thought of her in the kitchen, baking a sweet treat just for me had my cock twitching in my pants. Biting my lips, I pushed away from my desk to finally get up and stretch my legs, taking advantage of the monitor to hide my hard-on.
“No, I’ll come eat them downstairs with you.” She smiled before leaving, and I soon trailed after her, walking into the kitchen to find the most delicious-looking little treats, just waiting to be devoured.
Much like her, I supposed.
I was reaching for one of them, already licking my lips in anticipation when something caught my eye, prompting me to raise my gaze and look at her again, but really look at her this time.
She was wearing an apron.
There was nothing inherently sexual about the damn thing, but the way she looked with it, going about her business in my kitchen like she owned the place… It just felt right, seeing her there.
And suddenly I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Y/N…” I started, leaving the cupcake back on the counter and brushing off the crumbs as I circled the kitchen island to go stand in front of her. She hummed before turning to meet me, smiling slightly to signal that she was listening to what I had to say.
But I didn’t know how to say it. So we just stood there, staring at each other until eventually her smile became a frown. “Chris, what’s going on?” I still couldn’t speak. Much to my absolute surprise though, she just sighed, wiping her hands on the apron while shaking her head, a knowing smile on her face.
“You’re stressed, aren’t you? You’ve been working so much, that’s why I thought the cupcakes would be a good idea,” she explained nodding towards the tray where her sweet treats laid. “They’re a reward and a break all wrapped in one delicious cake.”
The comment was like a punch to the stomach - or a scalding wave of desire rushing through my body, straight to my groin. The idea of her thinking about my needs and catering (quite literally) to them just did something to me, and I didn’t know how to explain it - I don’t think I understood it myself.
“But since they didn’t work…” she continued, blissfully unaware of the conundrum she had put me into. “I know something else that will definitely work.” And just like that, the woman dropped to her knees in front of me, reaching for my sweatpants before I could find a way to close the mouth that was hanging open.
“I guess I’ll grab a sweet treat for myself.” She looked so devious, small hand encircling my already pathetically engorged member, that all I could do was whisper an, “Oh, shit,” when she immediately wrapped her lips around it, starting to suck me off without any preamble.
My fingers were white as I held onto the counter behind me to keep myself up. She looked so good, staring up at me with her lips wrapped around my dick, I felt like I was about to blow already.
Why did she have to be such a fucking tease?
“Oh, God,” I moaned when she managed to engulf the entirety of my member inside her throat, the choking noises getting to my head. My hand instinctively laced with her hair, first to hold her lips close to my navel, then to pry her completely off of my member.
“What’s wrong?” She questioned once she was able to speak, surprise written all over her features while I was still staring down at her slightly teary face and trying to find my voice.
“I-I have a problem.” There. I said it. I had finally made some progress in my goal to let her know what was going through my head. Only instead of curiosity, what I got was a confused expression from the woman still holding my dick, her eyes darting from my own to the member throbbing between her fingers.
“No, you don’t!” It would have been funny if I wasn’t so fucking frustrated. Yanking her by the hair, I complained, “Not that kind of problem!” pulling her to the living room so I could throw her on the couch, trying to ignore her moans of pleasure in the process.
I’d figured out pretty early on that she had a pretty serious hair-pulling kink, and if my plans of sitting down and having a level-headed conversation were ever in motion, they surely went out of the window the second she pulled my body down to cover hers and adjusted my cock so it would easily fill her.
“Son of a…” I groaned, letting my head fall down against her chest as the little vixen gleefully giggled underneath me, legs wrapped around my torso as she tried to thrust up and tempt me to move.
“Just wait a second,” I managed to reason, but she just shook her head.
“Fuck away your problem, Chris. Use me. I want you to.” Motherfucker. I really couldn’t catch a break with her. Just as she started to make me move again, my hand instinctively wrapped around her neck, lightly squeezing it just enough to get her to shut up.
“I wanna start a family with you,” I finally spilled, looking deep into her eyes as I tried to ignore that I was still balls deep inside of her. Her eyes widened, and now her mouth was the one hanging open.
I couldn’t really relish in it because she looked absolutely delicious and she felt stupidly heavenly to my throbbing dick.
A few seconds went by without as much of a reaction from her and I was about to pull out - despite still being achingly hard - but her legs held me tighter, stopping my plans of leaving her tight haven.
“You know…” She started to speak, a little out of breath, catching my attention as I finally gathered the courage to look her in the eye again. “When I first met you, I thought you were the epitome of a fuckboy.”
The unexpected sentence had me snorting, and then I just couldn’t stop laughing. Finally pulling away from her, she fixed her hair when she sat up and I did the same, shaking my head slightly as I rubbed my eyes.
Our own relative nakedness - well… mine, she was wearing her usual dress with no underwear under the damn apron - didn’t affect anything when I pondered over her words, until I decided to break the silence.
“I mean… I think I was?” She chewed on her bottom lip as she took in my response, analyzing it, weighing its validity in that gorgeous head of hers. I was nervous, but she hadn’t blew me off yet. And quite honestly? I’d do anything for that little hope that was growing inside of me.
“What changed?” Was her question, so unexpected I couldn’t help but question, “Huh?”
“What made you change?” It wasn’t an unwelcome inquiry, especially when the response became clear to me, lighting up my brain and warming my chest, spreading all over my body until I had no choice but to voice it.
“I realized I could have a future with you.” My smile was vulnerable but honest, and in her eyes, I could see that she knew that. When she threw one leg over my lap, straddling my hips, I allowed myself to breathe deeply again, leaning on the soft cushion while taking a hold of her ass.
“So, how are we gonna do this?” She non-nonchalantly asked, slowly rubbing herself against my still half-hard member. I groaned when I realized the implication of her words, knowing that the meaning paired with the feeling of her wet lips dragging along my cock would get it back up in no time at all. “You wanna do me right now?”
The brashness of the question made my eyes light up, as weird as it may sound. In that moment, it became clear just how perfect for me she really was, giving me what I needed exactly in the way I didn’t know how to ask for it.
“See? This is why I’m in love with you.” She rolled her eyes at that, making me laugh. I’d anticipated the gesture, I knew it’d take her longer to say it, but it was alright. The fact that she was willing me to give me a child was more than enough proof of her feelings for me, if her entire behavior ever since she moved in wasn’t already.
“Shut up and fuck me, Evans.” Throwing her back against the couch, she yelped in surprise when I took off my shirt and slapped the inside of her thigh, assuming my usual position of hovering over her smaller frame.
“Spread your fucking legs, darling. I’m gonna fuck you real good.” The way she bit her lip as I slowly penetrated her again showed me just how excited the prospect got her, and as I started to make good on my promise, her moans told me just as much.
“Holy fuck,” she commented as I pounded her ruthlessly, weeks of frustration and the rush of anticipation getting the best of me, and I was glad for the feeling of her nails biting into my skin because otherwise, I’d probably run over the edge of not even caring about her own pleasure as I chased mine.
“You gonna cum inside of me, honey? Make me a mom? Finally fulfill your dream of becoming a daddy?” Her words detracted me from my task of sucking bruises on the skin that was now mine to bruise, mine. I threw my head back, yelling a, “fuck yes,” as my hips sped up, desperate to fill her up, but I was determined to get her to cum before me.
“Say it,” she ordered, small hand circling my throat as best as she could, a throwback to what I’d done only moments prior. It wasn’t enough to choke me, but it did catch my attention. “I wanna hear you say it.”
Tears escaped the corners of my eyes as I blinked, the intensity of the moment overwhelming in the best of ways. “God, you are such a fucking tease…” She chuckled underneath me, giving my throat a squeeze before she raised up on her elbows to kiss my jaw.
“Better get used to it… daddy.” And just like that, I realized that I had yet another kink I hadn’t known about before her. Or maybe it was just her, and I was obsessed with the damn woman, painfully turned on by every little thing that she did.
“I’m gonna cum deep inside your little pussy, sweetheart,” I finally gathered myself enough to do as she asked me to. “You’re gonna belong to me forever now. Give me kids, make me happy. How do you like that?”
The mischievous grin she gave me told me everything. “I love it.” I knew this was her way of saying what she couldn’t yet voice, and I’d take it. I’d take anything she gave me, any chance I got to love this wonderful woman.
We came together, both riding our highs in deep ecstasy. I moaned when I felt myself empty all of my seed inside of her, incredibly excited about the prospect of starting our future together right then.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I cradled her face in my hands as I struggled to catch my breath, but she turned it to the side and pressed a kiss to my palm and I was breathless all over again. It was such a simple action, why did it get to me so much?
“You’re not too bad yourself, Chris.” I didn’t want to part with her warmth, so I just adjusted us on the sofa in a way that kept me inside of her, sighing contently as I realized I’d never have to sleep away from her again.
“I’m gonna stay right here all night.” I adjusted myself so I was resting my face on her boobs, perfectly happy to do just so, but by the tone of her voice, I knew she had a teasing smile when she called me an, “Old man.”
“And here I was, thinking you’d be able to go again.” Warmth filled my chest at the realization of just how badly she wanted me - just as much as I wanted her too. I was so damn ecstatic. Not even her pokes at my age would be able to affect me.
“Oh, darling… better get ready,” I warned as I adjusted myself to hover over her again, taking notice of the excited glint in her eyes, the way she bit her lip as she stared back at me. “I’m never gonna get enough of you.”
The next morning, I added a new kink to the list of random bits of information that were driving me slowly insane as I felt the overwhelming need to bend the woman that I now got to call ‘mine’ over the nearest piece of furniture and rail her until I had cummed deep inside her pussy: seeing her in my shirt while cooking breakfast.
Yeah, I was going to live a happy life by her side.
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So I’m not a historian, but I just finished posting my medieval AU fanfic that included a medieval trans character, so I thought I’d ramble a bit about some of the research I did prior to writing it. There’s this idea that Western society believed in an absolute binary of men and women until Stonewall happened and introduced Western cis people to the concept of gender not being rigidly set in stone, but that’s just not the case. So here’s a brief overview of some specific cases I found along the lines of “Medieval and early modern people were thinking about gender too.”
The first is the one I think about most often. This is actually a little bit after the medieval period, in the 16th century, but still interesting. There was a person in the little town of Vitry-le-Fran ois who lived as a man. He was married to a woman and worked as a weaver. Tragically, his marriage lasted only 5 months before someone recognized him as “[birth name]” and he was tried and condemned (for the crime of using a dildo). But, he was given the option to go back to wearing skirts and live as a respectable woman. He rejected the offer, and chose to be hanged rather than live as a woman.
I just think about him a lot, and how much I wish he could come to the 21st century and see how the world has changed. He is also the person I always think about when I see the claim that all trans men in history were just “women trying to live with more freedom.” Because if it was only about trying to live a better life, then choosing any life at all would be better than death.
The second story involves another person from France in 1601. Thankfully, his chosen name was recorded - Marin began sleeping with a woman while they were both working as chambermaids in Rouen, but after a few weeks, he told her he was in fact a man, and proposed marriage. Before their marriage, though, Marin was accused of sodomy for being a “woman” trying to marry another women. However, he plead his case and asked for a medical examination, and after a genital exam, the doctor declared Marin had “a hidden but functional penis.” I read this as him being intersex. The court demanded he dress as a woman for 4 years in hope that the situation would clear up, but after those 4 years passed, he was allowed to go back to presenting as male, married his wife, and lived the rest of his life as a man.
This story is interesting because it demonstrated that people in 1601 were ready to accept “huh! sex and gender are complicated! I guess it is possible for someone to change from one thing to another!”
And the reason they accepted this is because of the “one sex model,” the idea that male and female are just two ends of a spectrum and all humans fall somewhere on that spectrum with the potential to shift position. This model is not exactly correct, because they also believed that it had to do with body temperature and that if a woman’s body temperature raised too much she would spontaneously grow a penis, but it is very interesting that 400 years ago, academics realized that sex is much more complicated than “you’re either A or B” but in our enlightened 21st century, we have to argue about that again.
Cross-dressing saints are also common in hagiography. One example is Joseph von Schönau, a celebrated monk who joined the abbey of Schönau in 1187 after a life of travel in Europe and the Middle East. What’s interesting is that during his deathbed confession, when he came clean to the priest about all his other secrets and sins in life, he said nothing about his sex.
There is another story I recall that, for the life of me, I can’t find the source for now. In that one, a saint lives his entire life in an abbey as a man. During his life, a local woman accused him of fathering her child. He could have easily disproved the accusation by explaining that he didn’t have a penis, but instead accepted the child as his and accepted the shame and disdain from his fellow monks. They only realized he couldn’t have been the father after his death.
My next two stories are fictional:
The first is the 13th century French story Roman de Silence. This is the story of a woman whose father needed a son to inherit, so when she was born, he decided to raise her as a boy. Throughout the story, personifications of “Nature” and “Nurture” argue over which of them determines who a person is. Throughout the story, Silence becomes a knight, captures Merlin in a prophecy twist (of the “no man can defeat Merlin” sort), reveals her sex in the end and marries a king. I actually think it’s more interesting to read Silence as a trans woman, despite being what we today would “assign female.” She was assigned male by her father, and grows up feeling conflicted about this.
Silence isn’t an example of a real life trans masc knight, but the story overall is exploring the question, “What exactly is it that makes someone a man vs a woman?” This says to me that Medieval People Were Thinking About This Too, and the idea that man and woman could be more complicated than looking at a baby’s genitals has been around for a long, long time.
My favourite fictional story is Yde et Olive, another 13th century French romance. This one tells the story of Yde, a princess being forced into a marriage she hates. Rather than go through with it, they dress as a man and run away. Over the course of Yde’s adventures, they learn how to fight with a sword, take down bandits, and end up as a knight in a foreign king’s court. The king is so impressed with Yde that he arranges for them to marry his daughter, Olive. Yde confesses to Olive that the marriage will never work because of his sex, but Olive says she doesn’t mind and will keep their secret, which, y’know, #Bi Princess. But someone overheard the conversation! And now the king will have them put to death for same-sex relations! (even though... he’s the one who insisted they marry). Yde prays to God for a miracle, and God responds by magically transforming Yde into a cis man. The day is saved and Yde lives happily ever after as a man with his wife. They have a son named Croissant.
My research mostly focused on transmasc stories, but I have to at least add the suggestion to read up on Choisy, an 18th century French transfem person. She wrote a novel (Histoire) about a child who was raised as a girl with no idea that having a penis meant people would think she was a boy. When her mother eventually tells her that she is “male,” she simply does not believe it. She goes on to marry a Marquis, and realizes she must tell him that she is allegedly male, only for the Marquis to tell her that he is, in fact, "female.” They go on to live happily ever after as a t4t couple.
Anyway, as I said, I am not a historian and this is not academically rigorous, but some interesting stories I came across while researching. I wouldn’t say any of these suggest that trans people were common and accepted by broader society throughout history, but they do show that people over the centuries have been thinking about gender, what it means to be a man or woman, and how the line between those can be blurry. This is far from being a 21st century exclusive discussion.
Unfortunately, hand-wringing hysteria about trans people is also nothing new, because I also came across several instances of medieval writers fretting about the idea of “men disguising themselves as women to sneak into convents and have sex with nuns.” Truly, the world never changes.
Sources:
Ferguson, Gary. "Early Modern Transitions: From Montaigne to Choisy." L'Esprit Créateur 53, no. 1 (2013): 145-57.
Hotchkiss, Valerie. “Clothes Make the Man: Female Cross Dressing in Medieval Europe.” Garland Publishing, 1996.
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S.O.S. [darling can't you hear me]
Summary: When Tom and Elouise Hiddleston met at the end of 2010, neither of them knew just how much his career would take off the following year. They had just enough time to build the foundations of their relationship before Thor rocked the world and when they got married - three years later - they felt like they were unshakeable.
But marriage is hard, especially when your husband’s career takes him away from home for long periods of time. When Elouise starts to feel the strain of the distance between them, will they be able to pull it together and save their relationship? Or will they crumble and fall apart?
Tom Hiddleston x OFC
Masterlist
18+
Note: I started this little story a while ago and have decided to post the first chapter to test the waters and see what the response is. I have a few chapters written, but not that much so updates will probably not be super regular, but I do have plenty of ideas. Let me know your thoughts and if you’re interested in reading more!
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April 2016
“So, what brings you here today?”
Elouise looked around the room as she took in the therapist's words. It was sparsely decorated, she noted. Not overwhelmingly friendly, but she imagined there was some sort of technique at play with the decoration. Some kind of feng shui or psychological tricks at work to put people at ease, to make them open up. Perhaps that was why her answer fell from her lips with more surety than she had expected.
“I’m thinking of leaving my husband.”
It was a thought she’d had a lot over the last few months, but not one she’d ever voiced and hearing the words out loud made her heart crack in her chest. She’d walked into the room determined to be strong. She was simply asking for advice and seeing what a professional could recommend. It was supposed to be just a fact finding mission, but as her statement hung in the air, she felt the weight of it for the first time and her strength started to waver.
She looked away, furiously blinking back the tears that had filled her eyes as the therapist watched her with an annoyingly unsurprised expression.
“I appreciate your honesty,” Dr. Bailey commented after giving Elouise a moment to compose herself. “Can I ask why you’re thinking of doing that?”
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Elouise began to explain.
“Well, he’s an actor. If you hadn’t already figured that out.” The therapist nodded and admitted that she had, but Elouise wasn’t surprised. They didn’t have a particularly common last name which is why she had reached out to a friend to find a professional who could be trusted to be discreet. “In the last year, we’ve probably spent about two months together because of his filming schedule and I’m just not sure I can deal with it any longer.”
Dr. Bailey nodded understandingly, but mulled over her words and the silence had Elouise rushing to explain.
“Obviously, I knew what I was getting into when I married him,” she admitted. “But I didn’t think it would be this bad. He takes on project after project, in locations all over the world with barely - if any - breaks in between. He’s never home and I’m starting to think that he’s doing it for a reason.”
“What reason would that be?”
“I don’t think he loves me anymore, not like he used to.” The conversation was getting deep much faster than she’d anticipated, but all the time she’d spent privately brooding had her emotions bubbling to the surface. She needed to get them out or she knew she’d explode. “He’s been home from his most recent trip for almost a week and we’ve barely spent any time together. I feel more like his housemate than his wife.”
“Is there a reason that you haven’t spent much time together since he returned?”
“Because he won’t stop,” Elouise huffed. “I’m a nursery school teacher so I work from about eight to three every day. I usually get home around four, but he’s been busy doing press or reading scripts or having meetings until late in the evening and then he goes to bed early because he’s ‘exhausted’. It’s like he’s avoiding me.”
“Have you asked him if that’s what he’s doing? Or explained how you’ve been feeling?”
“I shouldn’t have to,” Elouise insisted. “He’s been away since January and before that he was only home briefly at Christmas after being away since September. I shouldn’t have to beg for some attention and affection after being apart from him for almost seven months straight!”
“Ah, but no one is a mind reader,” the therapist reminded her with a soft smile on her face. “And men in particular seem to struggle with that ability.”
“I don’t want him to read my mind, but he should want to spend time with me after being away. I shouldn’t have to ask because he should want the same thing that I do. He always used to, we were inseparable when he returned from work in the past, but now I just feel so disconnected from him.”
“Did you stay in touch much while he was away?”
“Not as much as we used to,” she admitted. “He was all over the place - in Hawaii, Vietnam, Australia - so the time difference made it hard enough and he was working long days on top of that. I think that’s when I started to feel neglected. I was always the one to message or call and then ninety percent of the time he’d cut the call short.”
“And when he came home, were you excited and welcoming? Or is there a chance that some of the neglect you’d felt while he was away may have led to a hostile reception?” Dr. Bailey’s question put a frosty look on Elouise’s face, but she quickly rushed to assure her. “I’m not trying to place the blame on anyone, I’m just trying to understand the situation.”
“It might not have been the warmest welcome he’s ever received,” Elouise reflected. “But I was annoyed. He’d changed to a later flight so he could get dinner with his friend and that meant that he didn’t get home until well after midnight. In the past I would have stayed up, but if he didn’t care enough to rush home, I didn’t see why I should make the effort.”
“Could it be that he felt your animosity and the disconnect that you’re feeling is coming from him attempting to give you some space?”
“Well, if he could feel my animosity then he should have addressed the situation instead of just avoiding it.”
“But you’re here, talking about leaving him, instead of dealing with the situation yourself,” the therapist pointed out. “He could be feeling very similarly to you.”
“So, you think I’m overreacting?”
Elouise’s tone was annoyed, but there was relief in the pit of her stomach. If she was overreacting then there was hope.
“I think you’re hurt,” the therapist clarified. “I think you feel unappreciated and lonely in your relationship and you don’t know how to fix it.”
Elouise nodded in agreement of that assessment.
“So, what do I do?”
“The first thing would be to start a conversation,” she advised. “Ignoring the issue and avoiding each other will only drive you further apart.”
“But what would I even say?”
“What you say isn’t as important as how you say it,” Dr. Bailey warned. “Keep yourself calm and try not to sound accusatory. Just explain how you’re feeling and see how he reacts.”
“And what do I do when he reacts badly?”
“Why do you assume he’ll react badly?”
“Because,” Elouise shrugged. “I probably would if he came to me saying that he felt unloved and was thinking about leaving.”
“Well, I would suggest not starting with a confession like that, but if,” she corrected. “He does react badly then all you can do is explain yourself. Your feelings are valid and you’re allowed to express them even if they’re hard for him to hear. Eventually, if he does want to make it work, he’ll try to understand where you’re coming from.”
“And if he doesn’t then there’s nothing else I can do.”
“Not necessarily. I know that counselling can be a hard thing to do and I commend you for coming here today, but have you considered couples counselling as well?”
“I haven’t. He doesn’t even know that I’m here. I don’t know if he’d agree to it or when we’d find time in his incredibly busy schedule.”
She threw in a roll of her eyes to emphasize her annoyance about her last point and the therapist chuckled.
“Well, it’s a good option. Sometimes it can be easier to get all your thoughts and feelings out in the open when you have a mediator to keep you calm and on track.”
“I’ll see how he reacts first, I suppose,” Elouise sighed. “But I’d like to make another appointment for next week. I’ll either need guidance as we work through our issues or I’ll need guidance navigating a divorce. Whatever the case, I think I’ll need your help.”
“And I’m happy to give it, but I’m confident that if it’s what you both want, we can save your marriage.”
“Let’s just hope it is what we both want.”
With that Elouise rose to her feet, thanking the doctor for her time before heading to the door. She stopped by the receptionist to make another appointment for the following week and walked out into the chilly wind of an April afternoon in London.
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It wasn’t far to their house from the office of the therapist she’d visited, but it was far enough that most people would choose to take a taxi or the tube. However, Elouise decided to walk. She’d hoped the extra time and fresh air would help clear her mind and give her some kind of idea where to even start when it came to broaching the subject of her discontent with Tom, but when she found herself standing on their doorstep, she was still none the wiser. With a sigh, she unlocked the door and let herself in.
It was quiet, the sound of her keys falling into the bowl by the door echoing around her, and her heart sank as she thought that Tom must have - once again - made plans for that evening. Plans that didn’t include her. She sighed, her heart heavy in her chest, but was surprised when she turned into the kitchen to see him sitting at the table. His eyes had been skimming through something on the screen of his laptop, but they flicked up towards her as she stepped into the room.
“You’re home late,” he observed, a soft smile on his face.
Elouise was surprised he’d even noticed and stared at him for a moment. She hadn’t planned on bringing up her concerns that evening as she was already drained from her conversation with the therapist, but something about his observation had her emotions bubbling to the surface again.
“I had an appointment,” she informed him. “With a therapist.”
“Really?” Tom questioned, looking taken aback by her confession. “Is everything okay? Are you okay?”
The fact that he could even ask that question annoyed her.
“No, I’m not okay,” she snapped at him, feeling her patience slipping away. “I’m not happy, Tom.”
“Not happy about what?”
“You, us, our relationship,” she clarified, her lip wobbling as she fought back the tears that were burning in her eyes. “You’ve been home for a week and it’s like I’m living with a stranger.”
Tom stared blankly at his wife for a moment before sputtering out a response.
“Wow, I, uh, I don’t know what to say. You were asleep when I got home and left for work early the next day. I’ve been jet lagged and busy with press, but I didn’t realize you were unhappy.”
“That’s the biggest problem, you’re always so busy,” Elouise told him, her tone slightly more spiteful than she knew it should have been. “You’ve basically been gone for an entire year and then you come home and you’re still working.”
“It’s my job, Lou,” Tom reminded her. “You knew what my schedule was like when you married me.”
“I know that! I know that I knew what I was getting into,” Elouise agreed. “But I didn’t think it would be this bad and you’ve made no effort to keep in touch. You only ever messaged me if I messaged you first and you cut our phone calls short - on the rare occasions that the time difference even allowed for a phone call. I’ve learnt more about what you’ve been up to lately from interviews and social media than I have from you, how is that supposed to make me feel?”
“It was a draining shoot,” he defended himself. “The days were long and physically exhausting. I’m sorry you felt that I wasn’t putting in effort, but I did my best.”
“But didn’t you miss me?” Elouise practically whimpered, silently cursing herself for being such an emotional wreck. “Don’t you feel how disconnected we are? You haven’t even kissed me since you came back.”
Her claim made Tom frown, a pensive look on his face.
“I have kissed you.”
“You’ve kissed my cheek and you’ve kissed my head, but you haven’t properly kissed me,” Elouise insisted. Her cheeks reddened as another thought hit her. “And when was the last time we had sex? We didn’t when you were home at Christmas so it has to be at least a year. Aren’t you worked up, Tom? Because I know that I am!”
Her cheeks burned with that confession. Talking about things like that was never her strong suit, but sex was an important part of any relationship and had been an important part of theirs in the past - the fact that it had disappeared left her feeling not only incredibly lustful, but undesirable and alone.
However, her moment of vulnerability was met with what she considered to be another rebuff as a laugh fell from Tom’s lips.
“Is that what this is about?” He asked. “Because we can fix that, darling.”
“No, that’s not what this is about! That’s one symptom of a bigger problem!” She resisted the urge to stamp her foot in frustration, but at least the anger in her voice had caused the grin to drop from Tom’s face. There was a moment of quiet between them as Tom processed her words and she thought about what to say next. Figuring she had nothing to lose, she decided it was best to put it all on the table. “I don’t think you’re in love with me anymore.”
Tom frowned deeply at that announcement.
“Really, Elouise? That’s a bit of a stretch.”
“No, it isn’t,” she insisted. “Even now, I’m telling you how I feel and you’re laughing and unbothered.”
“I am not unbothered,” Tom protested. “I’m just trying to understand where this is coming from. I thought we were fine.”
“You thought it was fine that we’ve barely spoken at all in the last year?” Elouise’s tone conveyed her incredulity. “You thought it was fine that you’ve come home after being away for months and we’re acting more like housemates than husband and wife?”
“I suppose I didn’t notice,” Tom admitted. “I’m sorry, Lou.”
Despite his apology, Elouise felt her heart sink.
“Well, that tells me everything I need to know,” she decided. “I think I’m going to have an early night. Goodnight, Tom.”
She turned and walked back out of the room, ignoring him as he pointed out that it was only six o’clock. She trudged up the stairs, the heaviness in her steps reflecting the heaviness in her heart, waiting until she was safely behind the closed door of their bedroom to collapse into sobs.
Downstairs, Tom was feeling rather like crying himself. He’d noticed a shift since his arrival home, but he knew she’d been annoyed about his change in flight and assumed that giving her some space until she got over it was the best course of action. Clearly, he’d been wrong.
Reflecting on his time away, he felt another pang of guilt. Of course, he’d missed her, but he hadn’t been lying about his long, exhausting days. He had tried to find the time and energy to call or message her, but after hours trudging through a Vietnamese swamp or running through a jungle, it often slipped his mind. He knew her days weren’t nearly as busy though and he knew the time probably passed much slower being the one left at home. He should have put in more effort, but he could hardly believe it when she accused him of no longer being in love with her.
She was his whole world, the love of his life, the woman he planned to start a family with and grow old with. He couldn’t imagine a life without her and, as he poured himself a glass of whiskey, he decided that he was determined to make things right.
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Head in Her Heart (Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader)
Warning : Mentions of Suicide, Violence and Major Character Death. Read at Your Own Risk. Don't tell I Didn't Warn You. If You Are Sensitive About These Topics, Please Refrain From Reading.
"'Cause it's easier to keep holdin' on to something sweet
In her mind the more he lies, she justifies
But why?"
Song: Head In Her Heart - Nico Collins
Tetsuro Kuroo had come a long way in his life. His love for volleyball has made him the man he was. He patted against his wristwatch a few times, he had an hour before he had to attend the meeting. He didn’t want to arrive early and sit by himself in that gloomy meeting room and not be ready to drink the stale coffee they serve in those places. Kuroo decided to cross the road and head to the nearest café. He missed breakfast and it felt like a good chance for him to grab some food. Ordering his food, he walked to the nearest table just beside the front window of the place. One of the workers brought his food and he was certainly surprised by their speed. Not every day you get to meet good workers and fast service. He smiled at her, turning back to his food when a movement caught from the nook of his eye. He turned and registered the familiarity. A young woman, possibly around his age sat by herself in the far corner of the café. Her hair draped against her shoulder as her eyes darted along with the menu in her hands.
It didn’t take Kuroo much longer to recognize her. She hasn’t changed much since High School. “Y/n?” He talked, waving his hand a bit to take her attention. She looked up from the menu and turned to him. Her eyes frowning for a second before the recognition flooded in. She smiled. The same smile he had grown to love through his high school years. She stood up and walked over to his table without hesitance. The raven-haired male gestured to the seat in front of him. “It’s been so long,” She said, her smile still painted on her lips. It was only then he realized, maybe she did have changed a bit.
“It has” Kuroo replied, tapping against his lukewarm coffee. “I thought you moved to America. That’s what the rumours said anyway.”
She paused for a minute to smile at the waitress who brought her order and thanked her. “I did move to America but I came back a few months after.”
“Oh” Kuroo wondered about the reasons. He still remembered how she was excited to start a new life back in America. In their post-graduate ceremony at high school, she looked at him right in the eyes when she confessed her dream to be a fashion designer. Kuroo wished her luck and let go of her, wishing her best. She had always been the kind of girl to follow her dreams. The kind of girl who wanted to live her dream, not just thinks of it. “America didn’t sit right with you?” He asked, his tone light. He didn’t want to build up any tension between them.
“Kind of.” She was staring at her drink, he noticed. She had been avoiding eye contact since she came to speak with him. That was peculiar. As he remembered, she always used to look anyone in the eye. There was never malice in them, but the positive energy that could light up anyone’s day. Gosh, he was being sappy again. Their light-hearted conversation continued until a man walked into their table. He looked at her and frowned.
“Y/n?”
She stood up with a smile. “Right! Kuroo this is my fiancé, Fujino Toru, and Toru this a high school friend of mine, Kuroo Tetsuro.”
He extended his hand for Kuroo to take. But the only thought going inside his mind was that: she was going to get married. “Nice to meet you,” He said in a stiff voice.
Toru merely nodded, his dark eyes giving him a judging glare. Kuroo stood his ground as he stared back at him with the same stoic look. Y/n seem to be clueless about the tense situation. “Were you two close friends?” Toru asked with a smile, aiming the question at her.
She just ducked her head that her bangs bounced over her forehead, “We were more like acquaintances. He was a good volleyball player. He was always inside the gym”
“Oh,” Toru said, raising his brow.
Kuroo simply shrugged as his response. Toru wrapped one of his arms around her leading her towards the café door. Kuroo watched them leave and turned back to his seat, only to see her untouched food and the coffee mug still filled to the brim, not a sip taken.
Seconds turned to minutes, minutes turned to hours and hours passed. Kuroo focused on his job, recruiting members and finding the fresh raw talent in the country. That was something that didn’t change all through all these years. His love for volleyball. He still adored the sport. It had been raining two days straight. He knew it should be past ten in the night when he walked to the car park in the diner. Kuroo worked late and decided to stop by the diner because he knew he’d be too tired to make his inner. The car park was almost empty except for his own SUV and some other black car. He didn’t pay any attention until he heard the voices. It was the aggressive note of a man. Curiously, he turned to them.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out who they were. Especially for Kuroo who had watched her staring out at the window during the English period. Who glanced during the breaks to catch her sweet smile. He frowned, the man was Toru. Did something happen? He thought torn between two worlds. He wondered whether he should ignore them and just leave, Y/n was going to get married and this should be some minor problem. But on the other hand, seeing the rude gestures and the loud voice of Toru, a part of his mind hesitated to go on. Only this time, he promised himself and approached the two. Carefully wearing a smile just to make sure he wasn’t intruding on them. Just spotted them by coincidence. Toru stopped to look at him, “What are you doing here?”
Kuroo put his hands up in surrendering motion. “Just saw you two while passing by, I thought I’d say hello”
He squinted at him and turned to her one last time. “I’m leaving”
Y/n smiled, “Sure and I’m sorry, again”
That’s when Kuroo noticed her swollen cheek. She was holding her hand over it as if to subside the pain. Kuroo immediately turned to Toru who was walking to his car about to call him back when she tugged on his elbow and shook her head. She was still smiling at him, and Kuroo realized what was different about her.
That smile didn’t quite reach her eyes like it used to.
“Y/n” His voice was soft as he talked, “Did he-”
“It’s okay. I did something stupid.” She blinked, slowly running her smooth fingers on her skin. “It’s my fault”
“Huh?”
She shook her head, “Just some business problems, don’t mind it” She pulled out her phone and scrolled through the numbers.
“I can drop you at your house if you want to” He offered, trying to keep his eyes away from her reddened cheeks and tired eyes.
She blinked, “Ah, no, it’s okay. I’ll find a taxi.”
“It’s too late and too dangerous for you to ride alone in a taxi” That idiot should’ve thought about it before leaving you alone here. He didn’t speak the words out loud. “Let’s go”
She reluctantly nodded, following him to his car. As they sat inside, an awkward silence settled between them. Kuro turned on the radio, trying to break the suffocating silence. He wanted to ask her about him. Why did she look so sad? Why did she look so hopeless? “Y/n, should I stop by a pharmacy and get an ice pack for that?”
She shook his head, “It’s fine. I have some at home”
Kuroo nodded, stopping the car by the red light. “Did he-” Kuroo stopped, trying to compose himself. “Does he always do that?”
She didn’t answer right away. There was it, the smile again. “It’s not a big deal”
It is, Kuroo thought.
“It’s my fault. I’m a clumsy person” She laughed a strangled sound.
You were never clumsy, Kuroo thought.
“When did you meet him?” He took a turn as she pointed out the directions.
“It was a proposal by my parents. They wanted to find me the best husband.” There was no cynical tone. She was honest, she always had been.
“Oh,” Kuroo simply said, “You always loved your parents and never complained.”
“You remembered?” She asked, certainly surprised.
I remember everything, “Yeah,” Kuroo said, awkwardly smiling. “You were pretty popular back then”
“Says you” She rolled her eyes, “Girls flocked around you. You were a star in high school, captain”
But I only had my eyes for you.
“Anyway, enough about me. How’s your life? Any girlfriend?” Her voice held the hint of excitement as she asked.
“Already married to Volleyball at this point”
She laughed, “Weren’t you always?”
“Good point,” Kuroo said, chuckling. The conversation continued until they reached her apartment building. They laughed at their past, beautiful high school memories. There will never be a time like that in your life. Life was not too complicated back then. Kuroo waved at her as she walked in. She looked just like the past Y/n at the moment. Her smile reached her eyes.
After that day, both of them kept in touch with each other. Even met in some cafes with several of their other friends back in high school. Everyone was in different places, working with different people but when they got together again, it was the same madness they had in high school.
Kuroo didn’t know when Toru arrived at the shop until he saw him storming to their table. They had organized another get together of high school friends and two of them arrived earlier than expected. Y/n immediately stood, her fact neutral and passive but her eyes glistening with fear. “Toru” Her voice was remarkably calm.
“What are you doing here?” His eyes rested on Kuroo, “With this man?”
She smiled, “We organized a high school get together. We’re waiting for the others.”
“You lying bitch” His voice was quiet but strong. The impact on his words made several of them turn.
“I’m sorry” She murmured.
“It’s not your fault” Kuroo blurted out, “This is a misunderstanding. What are you going to do to her?”
Y/n gave him a surprised glance. Almost as if it was the first time someone had talked for her. She smiled at him, “It’s okay” She muttered, “Let’s go, Toru”
“Yes, we’re leaving” He yelled, taking her wrist as he dragged her out of the door. Kuroo wanted to run after them. He didn’t know what that man was capable of doing to her but he was frozen to the ground as he watched. The girl he once loved, still had feelings for, getting dragged by her fiancé. If this was love, it was a love made in hell. He’s destroying her.
You knew your life wasn’t meant to be smooth. The bruises on your arms were easily covered by long sleeves. In summer, you always gave the same excuse, I get cold easily. When in reality, you were a summer child. You loved the sense of sunlight on your skin. He robbed you of your simple pleasures but you kept holding onto that man. Because you had faith that he will change. Any man could, you’re giving him chances. One after another. Just till you break. Kuroo stumbled again into your life by pure coincidence. He was the one who reminded her of the beautiful past. Those high school years you could never take back.
Toru didn’t favour Kuroo from the start. Sometimes, you sympathized with him. He was insecure about himself, about his abilities to love her. You sighed, pressed one of your hands against the bruises on your wrists. He wondered whether he would ever change. Maybe you’re meant to be with someone like this. You should’ve known before. People like Kuroo was never meant to be with you. He was just so kind and out of your league. He had been like that, always. You smiled at your crush on him back then. You weren’t the only one. Many girls in the class asked him out. You were quite jealous for some time until you learned to let go. Kuroo would never like you. You weren’t meant to spend a beautiful life.
Toru came and went and you stayed back at home for few weeks. He was growing out of his jealousy towards Toru. Jealousy is something toxic. Something that could devour a man out of his positive qualities until their vision tunnels into a murky green smoke. Toru could be a good person, sometimes. He would cuddle with you after work when he was in a good mood, if it was bad, you knew you should stay away. But several blows were inevitable. Sometimes, you wondered whether it was all worth it. Maybe you should fade away. You didn’t know when the feelings started but they seemed like they were here to stay.
When Kuroo called that afternoon, checking up on you. You realized how much you wanted to talk with someone. You have grown sick of your loneliness. You just wanted an outlet. So, you invited him into your apartment out of pure desperation. Trying to find a way to chase the demons growing stronger by each toxic word, each desperate feeling. The bell rang. You walked to the door and opened it to see Kuroo’s face, concerned and caring. You hated yourself for feeling secure in his hold. You weren’t supposed to have feelings for him. Toru was your fiancé. Nevertheless, you invited him in and saw the paper bags in his arms. “Why did you bother?” Your lips painted to a smile but he looked at you as if you are transparent. Almost as if he could see you for the girl you are.
“It’s your favourite sushi. I passed a sushi shop and it reminded me of that ridiculous party we had after graduating”
A smile instantly touched your lips as memories flooded in. It would be amazing to live in past but the sad part of life is you have to move on from those beautiful memories. “Y/n?” He called again, “You’re spacing out”
“Sorry,” You said, inviting him in. “I was thinking about the party”
“Right” Kuro placed the bags on the table. “Wanna have some?”
You didn’t have any appetite. The past few days, you haven’t had any appetite either. You ate just to survive and wondered what it felt like for everything to stop. To stop hurting. To stop loving. To stop thinking. To stop breathing. But his dark eyes made you falter, “Sure” you answered.
You both sat by the dinner table and started to eat. You nibbled at your food, pushing them against your plate. “You have changed” Kuroo observed, showing a piece of fish into his mouth.
“Everyone changes with time.” You said, smiling at him. “But you’re still the same kind guy acting like an old geezer”
“Hey” He objected, “That’s offensive. Aside from all that, Y/n, what’s wrong?”
You stiffened on your seat. Of course, he would notice. They had known each other for so long to point out the differences among them. Maybe, you didn’t ask him to come over because you wanted to talk to him. Maybe, it was because you wanted to see his face one last time. You’ve already given up. “Nothing. I’m fine. Just getting on with life”
Kuroo didn’t look like he believed it and you knew that was a lame excuse. “How’s it going with Toru?”
“It’s okay. He’s trying.”
Kuroo sighed, setting down his chopsticks. “From what I’m seeing, he’s destroying you, Y/n”
You froze, your gaze lingering on your plate. Your heart was racing. It was the raw truth. The truth you wanted to hear. A little hope bubbled inside your chest. Maybe, he’ll save him. “It’s easier though. To hold onto him rather than letting go. Everyone will be there, talking about things, talking about me. It’s a hard life”
Kuroo shook his head, “It’s your life, Y/n. You choose what you want. I think-” He was cut off by the sound of the door opening. Both of you turned in surprised to see Toru, walking up to you two. Kuroo immediately stood up. You just waited, looking at his furious face and raging eyes and wondered, does it matter anymore?
“What’s going on here!?” He let out a ragged cry, grabbing Kuroo by the collars. You sprang onto your feet.
“He was just talking with me. Toru, stop this!” Toru released Kuroo and grabbed you by your hair slamming your face against the side of the table.
“What the fuck-” You heard Kuroo yelling before pushing Toru back and punching him right on the face. “Stop hurting her!” Toru wiped the blood off his nose, switching his glances with you and Kuroo.
“Get out of my house” He yelled at Kuroo.
“No, if I’m leaving, Y/n is coming with me. I don’t trust you anymore” Kuroo was determined. You watched his eyes filling with something unknown. The same look he had when he always stared at you. The look that you weren’t able to understand.
“Leave,” You said, your voice shaking. “I’m okay, I’m sorry”
Kuroo looked at you with reluctance. “But Y/n-” he started when you finally snapped.
“Leave!” You screamed, your throat was dry. Your soul was dry. Your heart was dry. There was nothing to think about anymore. Your life had collapsed right in front of your eyes. You didn’t want Kuroo to be a part of your destruction. He deserved a better life with someone better than you. Hence, you did all that you could, to send him away. For the first time in your life, you yelled at him to leave. Not giving him any other choice than to meet your commands. You watched his hesitant eyes and reluctant steps. Toru couldn’t do anything to you rather than hurting you because he was a man acknowledged by society, murder will ruin his reputation.
Kuroo didn’t want to leave. Even after leaving the apartment, he hung around the door deciding his next move. There was no noise coming inside and he didn’t have any other choice rather than to back down and leave it. Y/n was right, no matter how violent Toru can be he cannot cross the limits. He valued his reputation. But he didn’t want to see Y/n hurt. He walked out of the apartment building and waited for a while, patting against his pockets to find his cellphone. He should call someone and ask about his next move. He hasn’t been insecure about his decisions before but regarding this sensitive topic, it would be better if he called Akaashi or Sugawara. “Did I left it back there?” He wondered, looking over his shoulder to see the apartment block again. He shook his head running back to the building, half glad about the excuse and the opportunity. Half wondering what her reactions would be. He exited the elevator, thinking of walking to her apartment when the elevator beside him pinged close, giving him only enough time to see the disappearing figure of Y/n behind the two metal doors. Out of sheer surprise, Kuroo froze to the ground. She didn’t see him. An unknown feeling of anxiety filled his stomach as he smashed his fingers on the elevator buttons. He tried the staircase but soon find out it had been close due to construction, he raced his way to the elevators back again as the doors pinged open. He raced inside, wishing she would be okay. Wishing he would be able to save her.
His ride to the rooftop seems to take forever. He paced around waiting until the door opened. He stepped out. The cold night wind welcomed him, brushing away his raven hair out of his face. Kuroo froze: there she was, still alive, standing at the edge. Her head tipped back to stare at the eerily beautiful stars in the night sky. “Y/n?” Kuroo talked.
She turned, surprised. Her eyes filling with thousands of emotions. “Kuroo? What are you doing here?”
“Get down from there. It’s dangerous” Kuroo didn’t answer her question. He didn’t have the time to answer her question. The only thought running inside his mind was: get her out from there!
She turned back to the sky, “This world is a terrifying place, Kuroo. I don’t think I can endure it anymore.” She looked over her shoulder at him, smiling. “You’re a kind person, you know? It’s rare to see people like you. Wish I would’ve-” She stopped, shaking her head. “My life, it doesn’t have to go on anymore.”
“You still have the chance, Y/n. Come down and we’ll sort it out, please.” Kuroo knew his voice was shaking. He was surprised he had the strength to talk at all at the moment.
She suddenly turned and opened her arms, “I wish it was different for me, different for us. You can call me selfish for thinking like this. But” She smiled, and Kuroo’s heart stopped for a moment. It was the same smile. The one that reached to her eyes and wrinkled the edges of her face. The one that lighted up her face like a star. Her smile. The smile that only belonged to her.
(The smile that she gave only to him.)
"I love you"
Kuroo’s heart was racing as she grinned, “Tetsuro, keep that beautiful heart forever. You can make someone’s life better. I know it”
I want to make your life better, he wanted to say but just watched her. His whole body was frozen to the ground as she waved slightly. The hope in her eyes was nowhere to see. Her eyes were empty again. He took a step, ready to take her down from there. Ready to save her life. But, she jumped.
Kuroo would’ve screamed, he would’ve run to the edge of the rooftop to see her. But he just stood there. His arm still hanging midair, trying to reach the girl that was already gone from his life. He fell to his knees, clutching his shirt as he punched the ground repeatedly. The girl he failed to confess. The girl he loved but never was his. Sitting there, he regretted all the words he didn’t say. He should’ve tried harder. Should’ve confessed to her. Should’ve made her life beautiful but he failed.
Then again, no one could blame him. We’re all living lives filled with regret. Just one after another problems crowd inside our minds but, we’re humans. We make mistakes but our pure existence can make someone smile. Make someone happy. We can be the reason that someone’s alive.
Kuroo stood up and collected his courage. Streams of tears flowed down his tears and he didn’t attempt to wipe them away. An ambulance blared breaking the silence of the night. Her words echoed through the air around him. Her last confession. Kuroo finally screamed, letting out the agony and the pain inside his heart as he sobbed openly. Tears streaming without mercy.
It was just three words: I love you. But it can make the deepest mark inside someone’s heart. Either a pleasant beauty or an everlasting regret.
"She has her head in her heart and a broken body
Never wrong but she always says sorry
Takes the pain, and throws away her pride"
Word Count : 3954
#Haikyuu#tw: mental health#tw: sui mention#tw: suicide#warning depression#read at your own risk#Kuroo Tetsuro x reader#Not exactly#but yeah it's there#SUICIDE#BRUH#KURO TETSURO#Kuro tetsuro i mean#idk what else to put here#oneshots#xreaders#anime#sensitive topic#dont read if you are not comfortable#major character death#please#hq#Haikyuu x reader#Kuroo Tetsuro angst#Kuroo x reader
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Relationships: WayV
MaeKun
if it werent for the the laws of ncity he wouldve asked her to join wayv and stay in their dorms
Since they don’t live together or are part of the same unit they don’t really spend a lot of time together but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t want to be with Mae
Large parent/protective older brother energy
not as protective as 127 hyungs but you know
Yeah she’s a menace when she teams up with other WayV members but she doesn’t clown him as much as they do it’s cause she saves that energy for doyoung lmao
mae claims she visits the wayv dorm for him but he’s 50% sure she’s just there for the animals
the other 50% is because she wants him to cook for her which he does even if she doesnt ask
hes like those parents who insist on giving you leftovers to bring home to your family
he taught her to do magic tricks bc she was insistent on wanting to learn at least one
okay but honestly she thinks he really cool despite all the clowning she does to him
like singing? dancing? cooking? visual? magic? and he can fly a plane????
one of the reasons she has high standards ngl
MaeTen
ten has unofficially adopted her whether people like it or not
he has fought with taeyong and doyoung about it she is his baby
if mark and johnny are his brothers, mae is basically his younger sister
if you look at his photo gallery he has a folder dedicated to mae and mae only
any photo or video of them together is basically ten clinging to her like a koala
he looks at her like she put all the stars in the sky but the same goes for mae
she has admitted in an interview that ten is one of her role models because of his talent and work ethic
whenever she needs help with dancing he’s one of the first people she asks
xiaojun once asked him who’s his favorite between yangyang and mae and you could see him malfunction for like six seconds before jokingly scolding him
“yah how could you ask me that type of question?”
fun fact! ten was the person she asked to go with her when she got her first tattoo!
he arranged the appointment at the place where he got his and held her hand when she was getting it
Lowkey considered getting matching tattoos but never really took the time to think of what tattoos they’d get
MaeWin
another top ship among czennies
these two are so soft for each other omg
just one glance at the two and you’re already melting
You can see Yuta screaming about MaeWin whenever the group is together and they’re interacting
And if you can’t see it you’ll probably hear it
MaeWin: casually talking
Yuta: is this what heaven looks like
MaeWinMark is just yuta’s weakness and he doesn’t even bother to hide it
Okay back to MaeWin before I get ahead of myself and make an entire post about Yuta and MaeWinMark
If they’re gathered in a large group their interactions aren’t really noticeable unless you’re actively looking for it
While the others are talking you can just see Mae playing with his hands or winwin giving her a soft smile while patting her head
They talk more when they’re either in a small group or just the two of them
MaeWin shippers were devastated when they got separated so when nct 2020 happened they went feral
Every once in a while they go out for hotpot and talk about what has been going on
LuMae
this man right here
they first met when she was visiting NCT U dance practice for BOSS with food and she heard him from the hallway
its one of the reasons why she wasn’t intimidated by him even though hes a giant
she was excited to see what kind of energy and personality he would bring to nct
and she was not disappointed at all
personal hype man
whenever they’re on a variety show together and mae is asked to do something he just yells “FIGHT HAEYADWAE”
of course the same goes for mae but less loud bc last time she kept yelling she lost her voice and couldnt talk for the rest of the show
He just has this energy where if he’s hyped up about something she feels energized to be hyped up well so you just hear the both of them cheering loudly
its always interesting to see because you just see a gentle giant cheering loudly with this smol girl next to him trying to match his energy
he always makes sure she’s comfortable when they’re at a schedule
like we know how he’s really silly on camera but he’s also very observant and caring
one time mae complained about how her feet hurt from the heels she was wearing so he just picked her up bridal style and walked to the van without a word
XiaoMae
They’ve heard abt each other from Kun and ten and greeted each other when they passed by each other in the halls but they never really had a chance to grow close until nct 2020 happened
Mae wasn’t in the Make a Wish unit so there weren’t a lot of chances to get to know each other while promoting either but it doesn’t mean they’re not friends
ten also hogs her attention when she visits the wayv dorms but we dont talk about that
these two arent as close as the others but not to the point where they actively avoid each other
whenever they’re together they just vibe
theres no awkward silence or small talk they just talk about random stuff
“no lucas, i dont hate xiaojun hyung we just dont hang out as often as we do”
“yes hendery we do have each other’s numbers we just don’t talk often”
WayV is lowkey tempted to lock the two of them in a practice room together and do a vlive to see what’ll happen
prime candidates for “It’s Awkward but It’s Okay”
their dynamic is kinda DoRen where they pretend to be awkward around each other as a joke
like they went out together once and everyone as excited bc omg they were interacting
XiaoMae shippers are starved for content and will accept any crumbs that come their way
HenMae
the duo people didnt know they needed until they met
its not like people didnt want them to become friends its just that theyre energies match well
these two are such a vibe
you know how there are ppl who don’t see for long periods of times but you still want tackle them in a hug whenever you meet? yeah its like that
kun sometimes wants to separate the two bc of how much chaos they cause together
they’re the duo where they think something is a good idea at the time but ends up as something bad at the end
kun has banned the two from the kitchen bc of a fire they started
HenMae shippers are thriving because of all the stories of the dumb shit they’ve done
lowkey considered doing a series together on nct daily but then the channel stopped uploading vids so it was never mentioned again
one time he was on call with his sister when she walked in and accidentally mistook her as his gf and now they jokingly have each other as bf and gf in their phone contacts
ten nearly had a heart attack when he saw the contact name pop up and mae picked up the call
yangyang has the whole thing recorded on his phone and refuses to delete it
MaeYang
(A/N everytime i see this gif i need a moment to pause and try and remember my ideas cause my head goes empty when it comes to yangyang)
okay if HenMae are chaotic, MaeYang are worse
kun doesnt need to dye his hair gray bc of all the stress these two cause him
czennies thought they didnt interact much bc of different schedules and groups but once nct world happened they changed their minds
MaeYang slowly climbing up the ranks of nct ships
during one of his lives yangyang mentioned how he spoke a lot with mae and that she wanted to add him to the 00liner gc
czennies lost it that day bc 1) holy shit theres a 00liners gc and 2) why tf hasnt yangyang been added into it yet
insists that she calls him oppa/hyung even though theres only a one month difference between them
Mae and Yangyang: whispering in the corner of the room
kun: theyre either talking shit about someone or world domination and i cant tell whats worse
he tried teaching her some german once and she now knows like three sentences
“Hallo, Ich bin Mae. Was geht ab? Mir geht’s gut.” (A/N this is the outcome of my three years of german lessons everyone)
and basically all the swear words but we dont need to talk about that
haechan jokes that he’s stealing mae away from the dreamies so he wont be the maknae in wayv
#nct 24th member#24th member of nct#nct female addition#nct female oc#nct au#kpop female addition#nct addition#nct dream female member#nct dream female addition#nct 127 female addition#nct 127 female member
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"meet me at the ice rink after school" | park sunghoon
words: 5.3k
genre: high school romance, fluff
warnings: none that i can think of
i hope you like this story :))
☆September 2013☆
One late summer afternoon, you and your best friend Sunghoon were at the ice rink, your all-time favorite hangout spot. Of course, your skating skills weren’t nearly as stunning as Sunghoon’s, but throughout the years he had taught you enough so you could manage yourself on the ice. Sunghoon liked to show off new moves he had learned every time he saw you, and he loved to see how your face lit up with amazement when he pulled it off perfectly.
You mainly liked each other’s company, though. When you both were skating with each other, you were free to tell each other everything from your joys to your worries, trusting that the other would laugh with you or be there to comfort you. To each of you, skating with the other felt like home. Today especially, you both needed that. It had been a long day for the both of you; it was your first day of fifth grade, which also happened to be your first day of middle school.
“Today was rough,” you said as you skated alongside Sunghoon.
“Yeah. I didn’t think we would end up not having any classes together. Being apart from you for the whole day… ” Sunghoon sighed before he finished his sentence, “that’ll take some time to get used to.”
“By some miracle, we ended up in the same class every year from kindergarten to fourth grade,” you replied. “Obviously I didn’t think we would have every single class together until 12th grade, but I didn’t think about how hard it would be to be without you.”
“Me neither,” said Sunghoon. "After we got off the bus in the morning and I said goodbye to you, I only saw you once more the whole day. Unfortunately, we were in the hallway and you were way too far away for me to say hi to you. But sitting through eight classes without you in any of them felt really weird, like there was something missing.”
“I didn’t see you at all. All I could do was sit through all my classes, lonely because I barely knew anyone. I missed you, Sunghoon. I don't know how I’m going to do this,” you said with a cracked voice.
Sunghoon noticed you were about to cry, so he stopped skating and hugged you tightly. He let you rest your head on his shoulder as you cried. “It’s okay, y/n, don't cry.”
“It’s not okay!” you retaliated. “How am I supposed to survive middle school without you?”
“We won’t be without each other,” Sunghoon assured you. “I’m still alive, you know. We can still hang out like this after school. And once school clubs open up, we can find one we both like. In the meantime, I’m sure you’ll make some new friends; you’re good at that. You won’t be lonely for long, I promise.”
There was something so reassuring about Sunghoon’s voice that made you feel better. He was right; he wasn’t going anywhere. Even if you couldn’t be together in class, you would still see each other all the time. “Thanks, Sunghoon,” you said softly.
“Mm-hmm,” he said as he pulled away from the hug and wiped away one last stray tear from your face. “Are you good to keep skating?”
“Yeah,” you answered, and the two of you continued to skate. The two of you were quiet for some time, and then a lightbulb went off in the boy’s head.
“y/n, what’s your locker number?”
“56. Why?” you asked.
“Nothing,” Sunghoon said slyly as a sneaky smile crept up onto his face, “I was just curious.”
~~~
The next morning in second period, you were daydreaming instead of paying attention to the teacher. Among many other things, you were thinking of why Sunghoon wanted to know where your locker was. I’m sure it was nothing, you reasoned, but for some reason you couldn’t push the thought away.
After what seemed like forever, the bell rang and the class was dismissed. Your locker was right outside of that classroom, so you went there to switch out your things. As soon as you opened your locker, however, you were surprised to see a sticky note posted on the inside of the locker door. You were more surprised to see Sunghoon’s handwriting on it. Sunghoon had written you a note. It read,
What do you call a factory that makes okay products? Satisfactory!
You playfully scoffed at the joke before you continued to read the note.
Now you have this corny joke to remember me by all day so you won’t miss me as much. I’ll see you after school :)
From, Sunghoon your favorite person
P.S. My locker number is 179. Do what you will with this information ;)
You were so happy that your best friend had done something that special for you. You took the note and carefully placed it inside the cover of your binder so you would never lose it.
179, huh? You made sure to write Sunghoon a note in reply and put it in his locker before the day was over.
And so began a tradition between you and Sunghoon. Every day you would place a note in the other’s locker, whether it was a corny joke or a word of encouragement if one of you had a big test or a blank note on April Fools day. You never skipped a day; the only way one of you wouldn’t receive a note was if the other person wasn’t at school that day. This continued far beyond the fifth grade. You kept this up all the way through middle school, and now, almost all the way through high school.
☆March 2021☆
You and Sunghoon were now high school seniors, still each other’s closest friend.
Friend. You now shuddered to think of the word. You didn’t regret being by Sunghoon’s side for as long as you both could remember, but over the last two or so years you had developed feelings for him. You wished so badly that you could be more than friends, but you never brought the subject up to him because you didn’t want to risk what you’ve had since you were babies. The sophomore version of you figured that it was probably just a phase, that soon enough your little crush would go away and you wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore.
How you wished that was the case.
Instead, your feelings were stronger than ever, and you found yourself constantly worrying. High school graduation was only three months away, and after that, the two of you were heading off to different universities. Would I have missed my chance by then?
Sunghoon, who was sitting next to you in history class, tapped his pencil on your desk, shaking you from your thoughts. You whipped your head in his direction, confused. He then pointed his pencil at the teacher, who was looking at you and expecting an answer. “I asked you a question, y/n.”
You glanced around the classroom and noticed that the whole class was staring at you. Embarrassed, you mumbled, “I’m sorry, Mr. Kim, I didn’t hear your question.”
Mr. Kim sighed in frustration. “I asked you what year the French Revolution started.”
You hesitated for a second. “Um, was it 1799?” you guessed, unsure of yourself.
“No,” he replied sharply. “1799 would be the year it came to an end. The revolution started in 1789. y/n, this is the third time I’ve caught you daydreaming during my class this week. I suggest you start paying attention.” And with that, he continued teaching.
You heard a few snickers around the room and you felt humiliated. You felt more blood than you thought you had rush to your face and you slouched down in your seat in shame.
Sunghoon glanced over at you sympathetically. He gave you a sympathetic smile as if to say, “I’m sorry,” and you reciprocated his smile.
You tried your hardest to pay attention to Mr. Kim for the rest of the class period, but it wasn’t easy. In fact, you were so far gone that the bell’s ringing at the end of class escaped your notice. As Sunghoon was packing up his things, he noticed you staring off into space, so he tapped his pencil on your desk once again. “Class is over, y/n,” he said. You saw that half the class was already gone and Mr. Kim was giving you an evil look. “Oh,” you said as you began packing up your things.
By the time you started to pack up, Sunghoon had already finished. You were lucky that he was nice enough to wait for you. “I’m sorry, Sunghoon,” you said apologetically.
“Don't apologize, y/n. I have no problem waiting for you,” he replied. “I have lunch right now anyways, so it doesn’t matter if I’m late.”
What did I do to deserve such an understanding friend?
Finally you finished packing up your things. “I’m ready to go now,” you said to Sunghoon as you put your backpack on.
“Okay, then,” he said. “Let’s go.” You walked with Sunghoon into the hallway.
“Is it an A day or a B day?” you asked as you walked alongside him. “I’m either going to study hall or AP Bio right now and I have no idea which one.” You hoped it was an A day, because you needed some time to yourself after what just happened in history.
“Today is a B day. You have a double period for Bio.”
You sighed in frustration. “Ugh.”
The two of you went quiet for some time. Then Sunghoon finally broke the silence. “y/n, are you okay?”
You quickly glanced at your friend, not knowing what he was referring to. “Yeah. What made you think otherwise?”
“You seem so unfocused lately.”
“Okay, Mr. Kim,” you said sarcastically.
“I’m serious, y/n. And I’m not just talking about history class. Like, you’re always on top of things. These days you seem so forgetful. For example, you’re the one to always remind me whether it’s an A day or a B day, yet today you had no idea. I know you tend to daydream easily, but these days you just seem so out of it. Is there something on your mind? You know you can tell me anything.”
I like you, Sunghoon. I like you a lot, but I have no idea how to tell you. I’m scared of ruining our friendship. I have the constant feeling of running out of time before we go to college, and I don't want it to be too late before I finally get the courage to tell you how I feel.
Of course, you couldn’t tell him any of that. All you could say was, “Don't worry, Sunghoon. I’m fine.” You felt a bit guilty because you rarely hid things from Sunghoon. He was aware of nearly everything that had ever worried you. But you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him about this.
Sunghoon didn’t believe that you were as fine as you said you were. He thought that there was no way something wasn’t bothering you, not with you like this. However, he wasn’t the kind to pry, and he trusted that you would come to him once you felt comfortable. He said, “Okay. If you ever need anything, you know I’m here for you.”
You simply nodded, and the two of you continued to walk in silence until you approached the AP Bio classroom.
“I’ll see you later,” you said.
“Yeah. Um, I have ice skating practice after school today, but I’ll FaceTime you as soon as I get home. I’ll see you then.” He then smiled at you and said, “Keep your head up, okay?”
Once again, you responded by nodding your head. Sunghoon waved you goodbye and he was off to his next destination.
You watched hopelessly as he walked away, and you didn’t enter the classroom until he was completely gone from your sight.
~~~
As soon as you got home from school, you went straight to your room and onto your bed. You pulled your sheets over your head and closed your eyes, trying hard not to think about anything. You were mentally exhausted from thinking so much. Of course, your efforts to not think about the things that stressed you only made you think about them more. Finally, you felt yourself drift into sleep.
After some time, your eyes fluttered open and you checked your phone to see the time. You were out for two and a half hours. You wanted to face your problems instead of avoiding them, so you sat up on your bed and decided to call your friend Sunoo. Sunoo’s good with stuff like this, you thought as your phone rang. You bit your nails as you anxiously waited for him to pick up.
“Hey,” you heard Sunoo say finally.
“Hey Sunoo,” you replied. “What’s up?”
“Nothing much, how about you?”
“Well, I kind of wanted to talk to you about something.”
“Go ahead, I’m listening.”
You took a deep breath to get rid of the nervous energy before you explained. “See, there’s someone that I like. A lot. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this way, but I don't know how to tell him how I feel. We’ve been friends for a long time now, and the last thing I want to do is ruin our friendship right before we head off to different colleges.”
“Oh,” said Sunoo. “Sunghoon, right?”
You felt your heart skip a beat and you raised an eyebrow. That’s suspicious. That’s weird. I’m pretty sure I never told Sunoo that I like Sunghoon. In fact, I didn’t tell anybody… “Um, yeah. How did you know it’s Sunghoon?”
Everyone and their uncle knows you and Sunghoon like each other. I’m pretty sure you two are the only people who don't know. You guys make it painfully obvious, Sunoo thought. “Um, uh, well I know Sunghoon has been your closest friend for a long time now. I figured if there was anyone you liked, it would be Sunghoon.”
“I suppose so,” you said.
“You should tell Sunghoon how you feel.”
You didn’t answer. You wished there was another way around this problem, but there wasn’t. The only option you had was to tell Sunghoon how you felt about him.
“y/n? Are you there?”
Shaken from your thoughts, you hopelessly said, “I can’t, Sunoo. I’m too scared.”
You heard Sunoo sigh before he responded. “There’s a chance he might like you too. But you have to shoot your shot, y/n. Because if you don't, one day you’ll be forty years old, wondering what might have been if you had told the boy you liked when you were 17 how you felt.”
You hated how right Sunoo was. “Sure, there might be a chance that he likes me too,” you started, not believing for a second the statement you just said, “But what if he doesn’t? I will have ruined our friendship.”
“I doubt something like that would ruin your friendship,” said Sunoo. “The bond between you two is incredibly strong, probably stronger than you realize. It’s gonna take a lot more than that to break you guys up. Of course, if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings, things might be awkward for some time, but eventually things will return to normal. Sunghoon would never leave you no matter what, and I know you wouldn’t leave him either.”
“Yeah, I guess so. But how do I even go about telling Sunghoon that I like him?”
“y/n, you’re way overcomplicating this. It’s a lot easier than you think. All you have to do is say the words: ‘Sunghoon, I like you.’ Repeat after me: ‘Sunghoon, I like you.’”
“Sunghoon, I like you,” you mumbled with clenched teeth.
“Louder, y/n, I can’t hear you,” Sunoo teased in a singsong voice.
You took a deep breath. “Sunghoon, I like you.”
“That’s more like it,” Sunoo said, satisfied. Then, all of a sudden he got an idea. “Don't y’all leave notes in each other’s lockers every day?”
You weren’t sure where Sunoo was going with this. “Yeah, why?”
“Slip a note in his locker asking him to meet you at the skating rink tomorrow after school. It should be easy to tell him then.”
You had to admit that it was a good idea. Wait. Tomorrow? “Tomorrow? That soon?”
“Mmm-hmm,” Sunoo answered without hesitation. “I don't see why not. Otherwise you’ll keep pushing it off and you’ll never actually do it.”
At this point, you were almost infuriated by how right Sunoo was.
“Okay, bet. I’ll do it tomorrow.”
“You better. In fact, I’ll make sure I call you before I go to bed to ask you how it went.”
You laughed a little. “I hear you laughing!” said Sunoo in a playful tone. “I’m serious, I will call you.”
You heard your mom call you for dinner. “Yeah. Listen, Sunoo, I have to go now, but thanks so much for the talk. I really needed that.”
“No problem, y/n, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Okay, bye.”
You put down your phone. I can do this, you said to yourself, feeling more determined than ever.
~~~
Not even five minutes after Sunoo got off the phone with you, he received another call. Who could that be? He thought to himself as he looked away from his homework and at his phone. A sneaky smile appeared on his face when he saw who was calling him.
“Hi Sunghoon,” said Sunoo as he picked up the phone.
“Hey,” said Sunghoon. “Uh, I called because I need to talk to you about something.”
Sunoo could see where he was going. “Of course. I’m all ears.”
“Well, there’s someone at school that I’ve liked for a while, but I really don't know how to tell them. I’m also worried that I might ruin our friendship.”
The smile wouldn’t come off Sunoo’s face, no matter how he tried. Are y/n and Sunghoon really that oblivious? “Park Sunghoon, it’s about time you talked to me about this.”
Sunghoon was confused. “What do you mean?”
“It’s y/n, isn’t it?”
“Yeah,” said Sunghoon, more confused than before. “But what do you mean ‘it’s about time’?”
“Sunghoon, everyone knows that you like y/n. I’m not sure you could make it any more obvious. The way you look and smile at them when they’re talking to you says everything. You’re obviously whipped. When I first noticed, I was so excited for you, and I wanted to talk to you about it. But I didn’t want to bring it up first because that might have made you uncomfortable. So I waited. It’s been two long years.”
Sunghoon could feel his face flush red with embarrassment. Sunoo really said “This you?”
“Oh,” Sunghoon replied softly. “Well, does y/n know? Do you think they like me too?”
No, they don't know. They’re just as oblivious as you. It kills me how unaware of each other you guys are. Sunoo took a deep breath and chose his next words very carefully. “I can’t say. The only way you’ll know for sure is if you ask.”
“But I can’t tell y/n how I feel. I might ruin our friendship.”
Oh my god, thought Sunoo, it’s almost like they share the same brain. Sunoo assured Sunghoon that he wouldn’t ruin his friendship by telling you how he felt about you. Then, to spice things up, he decided to give Sunghoon the same suggestion he gave you.
“Wait, you might be on to something,” said Sunghoon.
“I know,” said Sunoo, “it’s a gift of mine.”
“That’s actually a good idea, Sunoo. I’ll try it. I have to go now though, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“Alright, see ya.”
Sunoo hung up the phone, feeling quite proud of himself. “I love it when a plan comes together,” Sunoo said out loud as he continued his homework.
~~~
It was third period the next day. Calculus was your favorite subject, and the one you usually paid the most attention in. Not today, though. All you could think about was going to Sunghoon’s locker and putting the note in there. Once you did, there would be no going back.
You pulled out the note you had written from your folder. Meet me at the ice rink after school today, there’s something I want to tell you :) was what you had written. You stared at the piece of paper as if it would eat you alive. Your hands became sweaty and you could feel your heart racing. How could something so simple torment you so much?
The sound of the bell ringing interrupted your thoughts. Calculus was over, and it was time to go to lunch. You packed up your things and left the classroom. This was usually the time of day when you would slip your daily note into Sunghoon’s locker, so today before you went to lunch, you started to make your way there. It was the same time that Sunghoon would normally do the same thing (except he was on his way to physics), so you two would cross paths in the hallway.
Today when you crossed paths, you quickly said “hi” with a smile to each other. Of course, you both knew that you were going to each other’s lockers, but what you didn’t know was that you had the exact same message for each other.
As you approached Sunghoon’s locker, your heartbeat quickened and your temperature rose, making your glasses foggy. With shaky hands, you put in the combination on the lock and opened his locker. You stood there for a moment, negative scenarios flashing through your mind. You thought about what you would be risking (which, by the way, was everything). We’ve built so much over the years. Do I even dare?
You fixed your gaze on the small, blue, diamond-shaped magnet on the door of Sunghoon’s locker. Every day since fifth grade, you would use that magnet to attach your message to his locker. He had managed to keep the same one all these years. You were so used to seeing it everyday, yet soon enough you wouldn’t be seeing it anymore. That reminded you that you didn’t want to lose your chance with Sunghoon. It’s now or never.
You took a deep breath, then attached the note to the inside of the locker door. Before you could think about taking it back, you closed the locker shut and headed off to lunch. There was no turning back.
After lunch, you went to your locker to switch out your books. Once you opened it, you saw Sunghoon’s note... It wasn’t anything near what you were expecting. Your heart skipped a beat, and your eyes opened wider than you thought they could. "Meet me at the rink after school, there’s something important I need to tell you."
As if you weren’t more nervous today than you had ever been in your whole life, Sunghoon’s note sent you into anxiety overdrive. What could Sunghoon possibly have to tell me? There were endless possibilities. You thought for a second that maybe, just maybe, he wanted to tell you the same thing you wanted to tell him. But you immediately rejected that idea and laughed it off. Don't be ridiculous, y/n.
You convinced yourself that it likely had something to do with his ice skating - he probably had been invited to a championship or something like that. It wasn’t the first time Sunghoon had invited you to the rink so he could tell you something important. It was just a coincidence that you both had big news that day. You switched out your books and walked to your next class feeling confident.
~~~
When you made it to the rink after school, you saw that Sunghoon was already there, putting on his skates. “You’re late,” he teased.
“Yah, no I’m not! Just cuz you got here first doesn’t mean I’m late. I’m here after school, aren’t I?” you said as you playfully punched his arm.
Sunghoon burst out into laughter. “y/n, what was that? That didn’t even hurt.”
“I could have made it hurt if I wanted to,” you teased. “You’re lucky I’m nice.”
You went to get your skates, and a few minutes later you both were skating alongside each other. You and Sunghoon were talking to each other, but it was mostly small talk. It was obvious that you both were preoccupied with what you wanted to tell each other.
“How’s your sister?” you asked.
“She’s doing good.”
A pause.
“Have you decided on a topic for the English essay?” Sunghoon asked.
“I’m most likely going to do the Civil War. You?”
“I’m doing the Industrial Revolution.”
“Nice.”
Another pause.
Sunghoon sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair, a habit you noticed he had when he was nervous. “Let’s get rid of the elephant in the room. We both have stuff to tell each other," he said.
You felt your heart rate go up and you found yourself playing with your fingers to ward off the nervous energy. “Mmm-hmm.”
Sunghoon noticed that you were a bit uneasy. “Do you want me to go first?”
As much as you wanted to say yes, you didn’t trust yourself to not chicken out at the last minute. It took every nerve in your body for you to say, “I’ll go first.”
“Okay. I’m ready when you are.”
“It’s definitely a big one,” you said. You stopped skating, and Sunghoon followed. You were so nervous that you couldn’t even make eye contact with him. I can do this, you thought to yourself as you began.
“Well, Sunghoon, we’ve been best friends since the beginning, you know? And, um, through all these years you’ve been there for me through thick and thin. You’ve honestly been the best friend I’ve ever had. Well, you see, it’s been about two years since I started feeling differently about you. I’ve been dying for so long to tell you how I feel, but I was scared that I might ruin our friendship. But I’ve been thinking a lot about my feelings lately, and I just can’t hide this from you anymore.”
Are they about to tell me what I think they are? Sunghoon thought to himself.
You took a deep breath before you continued. “I guess what I mean to say is,” you said as you finally looked up to make eye contact with Sunghoon, “is that I like you, Sunghoon. Could we be more than friends?”
At this point, you were insanely anxious. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you thought you could faint. And it didn’t help that Sunghoon wasn’t saying anything, just staring at you. What you didn’t know was that he was just as anxious as you; he was just better at keeping it all in than you. He could hardly believe that he had just heard those words from you.
You immediately broke eye contact with Sunghoon and looked off to the side so he couldn’t see how embarrassed you were. “Or not,” you mumbled. “I mean if you don't wanna be more than friends that’s okay I mean we can still be friends that’s completely fine I just hope I haven’t ruined everything oh God who am I kidding what have I done-”
You were interrupted by the sound of Sunghoon sighing. Out of the corner of your eye you could see him smiling from ear to ear. You turned your head to face him and said, “What?”
“Stop rambling already.”
Before you had time to process what he said, he leaned in and quickly, yet softly, kissed your cheek. You were in utter shock and disbelief, and you felt your face go hot. A tiny smile came across your face.
Sunghoon saw your glasses fogging up and that’s when he knew you were blushing. He decided to tease you. “Aw, I make you flustered.”
You became playfully defensive and flicked his hand. “Yah! No you don't.”
Sunghoon laughed. “Yes I do,” he said as he swiftly took your hand and intertwined it with his. He swung your hand up and down and his smile got even bigger as your eyes lit up. “You look like the pleading eyes emoji right now.”
You let out a nervous yet happy laugh. “Sunghoon, you’re killing me.” Never in your wildest dreams did you think this moment would ever come to be.
Sunghoon cleared his throat. “In all seriousness though, y/n, I really like you too.”
“I’m so glad I was able to get that out,” you said as you let out a happy sigh. “I’d been keeping it in for a long time. I was so worried about messing up our friendship and especially over the past few weeks I’ve been worried about once we go to college, we’ll be physically apart. Thankfully, though, yesterday I talked to Sunoo about everything and he really helped me muster the courage to tell you how I feel.”
Sunghoon’s heart skipped a beat when you mentioned Sunoo. There’s no way. “Oh, you talked to Sunoo? I heard he’s good with stuff like that. What did he say?”
“You know, he told me that it was better for me to shoot my shot so that down the road I wouldn't regret not taking a chance. And he was right. I don't regret this at all.”
“Well, I’m glad you told me, because I would really like to be more than friends with you. And, um, I’m not worried about going off to different colleges or being physically apart. I believe in us; we’ll find a way.”
“Then I’m not worried about it either,” you said, relieved.
“I’m glad,” Sunghoon said. “Does Saturday work for a date? I can pick you up at your house around 7:00.”
“That sounds great, Sunghoon.”
“Perfect,” said Sunghoon, his smile bigger than ever. “You wanna keep skating now?”
“Yeah,” you answered. “I’d like that.”
You and Sunghoon continued to skate, and the rest of the afternoon was filled with happiness and laughter. The smiles never came off either of your faces, and neither of you had even thought of letting go of the other’s hand. The two of you were so happy in this moment and you didn’t want it to end.
All good things must come to an end, though, and your afternoon with Sunghoon was no different. Sunghoon felt his phone vibrate in the pocket of his hoodie and he pulled it out. His mom had sent him a text. “My mom’s asking me where I am,” said Sunghoon with a twinge of disappointment. “I guess I can’t blame her; we’ve been here for almost four hours. I should get going.”
“No problem Sunghoon. I should probably get home as well. I need to get started on my homework.”
You and Sunghoon left the rink, still holding hands. You two were parked next to each other in the parking lot, and there you said your goodbyes. Before you went in your car, however, you thought of something. “Hey, Sunghoon, did you have anything in mind you wanted to tell me when you invited me here? You know, anything not related to what I told you?”
“Nope. That was exactly it,” Sunghoon said with a smile. “Believe it or not, I also talked to Sunoo yesterday evening.”
“No way,” you said, a bit dumbfounded. “Did you actually?”
“Yeah. Looks like great minds think alike.” He gave you a wink, and before he turned around to get in his car, he said, “I’ll see you on Saturday.”
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What’s a Period? (Neville Longbottom x fem!reader)
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Neville Longbottom
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: y/n and Neville were suppose to have a nice winter day at Hogsmeade until aunt flow comes for a visit
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: none, thought of it cause I’m on mine
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none, pure fluff!
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭:
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I don’t simp for Neville but my friend does heavily and theres not a lot of fanfics for Neville cause he gets like, 0% appreciation and y’all have great taste, also this is my first post so heeeyyyy😗✌🏼
Y/n was suppose to have a beautiful evening in the cold weather with her boyfriend, Neville Longbottom. Unbeknownst to her, yesterday, a Friday in her last class, she’d start her period. It was embarrassing to say the least because she had leaked through to her skirt but she was able to get out of class without anyone noticing, flushed cheeks and teary eyes as she ran out of class, her hands covering her bum.
Laying in her bed in her pajamas y/n was clutching her stomach and groaning from cramps. Y/n wanted to find Neville the day before and tell him they’d had to reschedule but she didn’t want to set her face an inch out of the painting until Monday, hoping whatever people thought happened would’ve been forgotten. She tried to make herself as warm as she could, cacouuning herself in a blanket and curling into herself as far as Y/n could.
Neville was making his way to her domitory, bundled up with a beanie and scarf, matching with a pair of gloves from his grandmother. Stopping in front of the door a knocked twice and called her name. No answer. Knocking again he said.
“Y/n? It’s me, Neville....you’re boyfriend?”
Still no answer.
Taking a deep breath Neville grabbed the door handle “please don’t be naked” he whispered. He entered the room with his hand over his eyes and the other still on the door handle, after a few seconds he took a peak from between his fingers to find her curled in bed, her back facing him. Concerned Neville makes his way to her in only a few long strides.
Sitting on the bed behind her, he begins to rub her back “are you awake?” He asks softly, she nods her head.
“Yes, I’m awake, I don’t want to get out of bed”
Neville leans over to take a look at her face to see tears running down her cheeks. He takes his glove off and gently wiped away a tear or two “what’s wrong, love?” Sniffling she mumbles to him “imonmyperiod”. Neville opens and closes his mouth, trying to processes what she said because he couldn’t hear her “I-I’m sorry, what?” He stuttered.
Y/n sighs and roll over to face him, guessing there’s no way to beat around the bush with this one. “I’m on my period” she told him, looking at her fingers, Neville took a few more seconds again before saying “uhm....what’s a period?” Y/n let’s out a small chuckle. “What? Your grandmoms never told you about it?” She asks him, he shook his head “no, never”.
Biting the inside of her cheek, thinking of ways to easily explain having your period to Neville. “Well” y/n begun “every once a month females bleed out from there.....you know” gesturing to her genitalia “and it technically means you’re not pregnant, so in a way it’s a blessing and a curse because you get cramps and they hurt really bloody bad” licking his lips and taking in the information he just received, failing with a few words Neville asks.
“So....you aren’t pregnant?”
Her eyes widen “merlins beard! No! That’s the whole point of me having my period, so I know I’m not pregnant” she tells him, he lets out a breath he was holding in. “I’m mean, Christ, Neville, we’ve never even done anything” Y/n laughing came to a stop as another wave of cramps invaided her stomach and letting a few tears slip. Neville lays his hand on your shoulder “are you alright? S-should I take you to Madam Pomfrey?” She shook her head “no, I’ve dealt with it before, you should get to Hogsmeade before everyone leaves” y/n told him.
Neville visibly swallows as if he didn’t want to go without her “are you sure? I can stay here with you, I don’t mind” he insisted, once again y/n shook her head “no, I don’t want you to waist a Hogsmeade trip on me, I’ll be alright, I’ll go to the next one, I just want to sleep these cramps off” she said as her eyes started to flutter closed. Neville had an idea, leaving y/n alone to leave for Hogsmeade, catching up with Dean and Seamus.
“What’s up with you, mate? You’re counting your galloens like they’ll disappear” Seamus said, wrapping his jacket around him tighter. Dean let out a quick laugh, Neville glanced at him then back down to his galloens “y/n on her period, so I thought I might get her some of her favorite things” he replied. Seamus looked puzzled, looking at Dean for help. “Alright, a female gets a period about every once a month?” Dean says.
“Once a month” Neville confirms, still counting his galloens.
“Right, so basically they bleed out...down below, and they get like bad cramps and stuff” Dean told Seamus, looking more confused and slightly disturbed “how do you know, Dean?” He questions, Dean just gives him a look “I have sisters you prat” smacking Seamus upside the head, giving out a light chuckle.
Neville visited her favorite shops, stopping first at The Three Broomsticks, waiting patiently up at the bar for him to be spotted. Not long after a lady spots him and makes her way over to him “how can I help you, love?”
“Uh, y-yes, can I get a hot chocolate to go please?” He stumbled, he wasn’t the best when it came to talking to strangers “m-my girlfriends on her period” sometimes he overshared too. Giving Neville a warm smile the lady ordered another employee to get the hot chocolate. Neville stood there, looking down at the bar top “you must be a good boyfriend” the lady said after a few seconds of silence, glancing up at her Neville responded “I-I hope so”
Laughing a bit the lady handed Neville the hot drink “alright, that’ll be two galloens please” reaching into his coat he grabbed two galloens, placing them into the lady’s hand and grabbing the cup “thank you, have a good day” the lady gave him a nod “no problem, you too hun” Neville turned to leave but the lady called after him “I recommend going over to Madam Puddifoots and getting ginger tea, it helps with cramps” she told him, he gave her a smile and a thumbs up, scurrying over there.
Nevilles last stop was Honeydukes, getting y/n chocolate after Hermione told him it’s a essential for periods. Getting a few more of his and her favorite candy, he headed back to Hogwarts with Dean and Seamus. Seamus going on about something Neville wasn’t paying attention to, his mind was back to her, wondering if she had been crying again from the pain. It only made him want to get back to Hogwarts quicker “you need help there, mate?” Dean asks “your arms are practically over flowing” Neville appreciated his gesture cause his arms in fact, were over flowing “yes please”.
As the students started to trickle through Hogwarts entrance, Neville broke away from his friends and made his way to Y/n as quick as he could without spilling or dropping anything. Once he made it back to her dorm he somehow managed to open the door and find her in the same position, upon hearing the door open y/n turned to see who had come in, spotting Neville and his arms full.
Sitting up and staring at Neville with her mouth open as he placed two drinks on her nightstand and all the goodies at her feet “Neville...” she started, he sat down next to her “I thought it would be a nice thing to do, after seeing how much pain you were in” he told her, she felt tears prick at her water line and her vision blur a bit “oh, love, you didn’t have too, this is so sweet” Neville just pulled her into a hug and let her cry a few tears on his shoulder “I wanted too, you deserve it” he whispered to her.
Making room for him, she told him “here, get under the covers with me, you must be cold” he slipped off his shoes and took his first jacket off. He handed her the hot chocolate “here, I know how much you like The Three Broomsticks hot chocolate, a lady there recommend the ginger tea from Madam Puddifoots for the, uh, cramps” a huge smile etched its way onto y/n‘s face, leaning forward she gave him a kiss on the cheek before placing a sweet kiss on his lips “thank you so much, Neville, this is hands down one of the nicest things someone has done for me” she told him.
Feeling his heart sore with love and appreciation, Neville wrapped one of his arms around her shoulder and pulled her in to cuddle “Hermione suggested I get you chocolate as well” he said reaching for a few chocolate brands, handing them to y/n. Throwing her head back and letting out a groan she reached for the chocolate, wanting to devour it “yes, oh my god, you don’t understand how badly I’ve been wanting a chocolate frog or two”
Neville looked down and smiled, even though she didn’t go to Hogsmeade with him, he’d say it was a great day. The two of them ended up spending almost the rest of the day sitting in bed and talking, but it was a perfect way to spend it.
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ATTENTION! PLEASE HELP RUSSIAN TRANS!MALE START HIS TRANSITION!!!
Attention!
We're asking everyone to read this post and help in any way you can! Please.
Hello everyone. I need you all to pay a little attention to the largest problem I ever had to face in my life. And I need your help to resolve it.
As many of you know, Russia is a very homophobic country. Literally silencing all and any attempts to bring solutions to the problems of all aspects of LGBT+ community.
My name is Nathan, Nate and im a trans!guy living in Russia. Through out all of my life i alsways knew i didnt belong in my own body, but i didnt find out what that was untill i was 11. Im 25 now and i need your help. Help getting the certificate to finally change all documents and start transitioning.Living in Russia ment misgendering and humiliation. Eternal brainwashing and moralizing about the fact that this is only a phase and everything will be okay, that I had problems with my head and it needed to be treated. This not only worsened my morale, but completely killed all the strength in me to continue living.This was the begining of a life long depression. Until sometime last month.
Having started some deep research on the topic of transition and gender reassignment in Russia( specifically in my city), my gilrfriends and I stumbled upon a clinic in Rostov(my city)called "Phoenix". We thought we struck a goldmine! A clinic that helps people and helps them find a way out. However, this was not the case, because starting to dig a little deeper, we saw people's feedback that 'Phoenix' only ridicules and humiliates people, rips money off them and prescribes "schizophrenia" for no good reason. Pay from 60 - 150k rubles just to be prescribed with schizophrenia and humiliated in the face of a huge council of 15 people ... It sounds disgusting, I know. Here’s an example of something another trans!person said after visiting Phoenix:
(its a lengthy review, of which i will post a screenshot, but there a summaryin English)
“The doctor showed disrespect to my choice and began to convince me that we are predators and should eat meat. It's like convincing the believer that there is no God. This is disrespect for a person on the part of a doctor. At the end of the inpatient treatment, the doctor obsessively asked me to write a review about him, naturally, a good one. I am a representative of the LGBT + community. And I'll tell you right away - this is not a place for people like us. Dyachenko convinced me of the wrongness of my identity. Anton Vasilyevich initially refused to address me in those pronouns that correspond to my identity, referring to the fact that he “has no legal right” to do this.
I was prescribed a huge number of drugs with side effects that worsened my quality of life and made my head cotton. Several months ago I canceled the medication myself, and over time my condition improved, and the side effects, which the doctor called new symptoms of the disease, disappeared.
If you are a gay or transgender person with a severe form of depression, which does not correspond to their ideas and stereotypes about LGBT people, then you will most likely be diagnosed with schizophrenia and will convince you that all this is either due to illness or because of that you have read false information on the internet.”
We immediately turned our backs on this clinic and resorted to looking for all-Russian and local groups and communities who provide help to trans!people in need. When I came across a couple of very interesting articles and reviews about the clinic in Samara called ‘Neurology’. (All people shouted to immediately throw out all thoughts about Phoenix, because the clinic is transphobic and does not help at all. We called Phoenix for a consultation there: We were almost cussed at by the sound of the tone they answered our questions.)
The group administrator himself contacted the clinic(in Samara) and now he does not regret it at all. After reading the articles and talking with local admins, we decided that if we had somewhere to turn to and get the desired result in short period of time, we need to pack up and go to Samara, because people will definitely not drag you to offices and consultations with a huge number of people ... Everything is strictly between the two doctors you talk to and yourself.
However, in order to get to Samara as soon as possible, I ask for your help! The entire procedure for obtaining a certificate of gender reassignment (form N 087 / y) will take from two to three days, depending on how quickly the doctors will come to a general agreement and issue a verdict. The cost of consultations is 20,900 rubles (284,95 dollars, with consulatations) according to data from October, when one of the subscribers of the trans!movement group visited the clinic. This is a very reasonable and good price to pay for changing your life and finally stop being locked in your own body and mind.
Here’s some convos we had with Russian trans community groups:
At the moment, we really need help with raising funds for the implementation of this procession:
The commission itself will cost 210$ (according to data from October),
Consultation with a Sexologist -40-45$ per meeting,
Consultation with a Psychiatrist - 48$ per meeting,
Hotel or motel to rent for the time to stay (taking into account if there is no way to find someone elses place to stay at) - ~ 140$, for at least three days.
Moving - by train, for two people, it turns out - 70$ per one person, in both directions. - 140$ (There are two of us going, me and my girlfriend for moral suport)
With such success, we are looking at the total amount of - 43k rubles or nearing 584-600$( plus some minor additions)
MY PAYPAL: https://www.paypal.me/commiewantssomemoney
We ask for help to raise funds for the trip, because it takes a long time to save up on our own. My family cannot help because of moral ethics, but they did not turn away from me,supporting me in every way they can mentally. We, of course, will contribute some of our own money to this cause, trying to save up working a minimum wage job.
I am asking you for help in taking this long-awaited step towards a better life. Reblog, donation, ANY help is very appreciated! Help a suffering trans!male in Russia to make his life less miserable.
#trans#lgbtq#lgbt#trans support#please consider donating#homophobic doctors make me sick to my stomach#really#ftm transgender#ftm help#signal boost#trans help#lgbtq help#ftm#trans in need of help#post boost#please help#donation post#trans pride#help
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Different, 70 Years Later
Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Timeline: Post-The Avengers
Character(s): Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov
Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Male Reader
Warning(s): swearing, perceived homophobia, mentioned period typical homophobia
Request: Omg hi i miss seeing you in here. Can i request Steve Rogers X Male Reader angst + fluff. Like they had a big fight and then in the end they just forgive each other and cuddle and talk about a beautiful memories together until they both asleep. I love you ❤️
A/n: WOW can i just apologize that it took me literally months to finish this. I’ve just been so preoccupied by another fandom that I started hyperfocusing on (it was my hero academia if anyone wants to know). Anyway, I hope you enjoy this and ignore the fact it took me a decade to get it out :)
You and Steve have only been dating for five months when you have your first fight. Honestly, it’s surprising that it took this long to happen.
You wish you didn’t remember what the fight was about, you really wish, but you remember exactly.
The fight had started due to Steve’s attitude towards your relationship. It’s clear that Steve isn’t ready to come out to his friends about your relationship, as you’ve come to realize, but that’s obviously not your actual concern. You’re not at all bothered by Steve not being ready to come out, it’s a subject you would never push. No, there’s a much bigger issue that you have a problem with.
It seems Steve is still being influenced by rotten and outdated 1930s ideology, still thinks that being queer is a bad thing which is very much untrue. You had done your best to explain that to your boyfriend, done your best to explain that there is absolutely nothing wrong with two men being in a relationship despite how much Steve’s time period has convinced him otherwise. Your efforts to help had backfired, though, for reason you can’t even begin to figure out.
Steve had gotten defensive all of a sudden, the conversation getting out of hand and blurry from there. The conversation turned into something else, something bordering on a screaming match. The fact that it was near midnight when the fight began had saved your neighbors from having to endure any interrupted sleep.
You and Steve had broken apart, eventually. Unfortunately, it was not because you were actually done fighting and instead, because Steve had stormed out of your apartment where you both had gathered after a long day (well, more like a week) of work. Maybe it sounded cliche or something, but you realized you wouldn’t be speaking to Steve for a while once you hear the echoing of the apartment door slamming shut.
You were right about you and Steve not speaking because you’re sitting in a local coffee shop called Honey Bean all by yourself by the time a week has passed.
You’re settled down at one of the two-seater tables in the front of the coffee shop so that the sun can bath you in light. You’d ordered a large muffin, although it’s not your favorite kind because apparently they don’t make more batches after 10:00 a.m., and are also half-way finished with your second venti cup of iced coffee. It’s not much of a lunch, though you don’t really care because you weren’t paying attention to your food all that much.
Your mind is still preoccupied with the fight, unable to force the thoughts revolving around it away.
“Want some shop with that coffee?” the voice breaks through the constant replay from behind your eyes. Your eyes snap up to Clint who has taken a seat across from you. You and Clint have both worked for SHIELD for years so you are very close, working as partners on missions many times. Actually, missions are where you and Clint grew closer, Natasha Romanov as well, which lead to your inevitable friendship.
You press your lips together, putting your coffee down as you refrain from rolling your eyes. “How’d you find me?” Clint’s mouth opens as if he’s going to say something but you interrupt him at the last moment. “Why am I even asking? You had Nat track my phone, didn’t you?”
Clint smiles too sweetly for the conversation you have no doubt is fast approaching. “You got that right.”
“Well,” You sigh heavily, “have at it. Say what you want to say.”
Clint hums, clearly appearing amused is the smile he’s failing to hide is anything to go by. “You know, I think I’ll start with the fact that you’re sitting in a coffee shop all alone because you’re too embarrassed to run into Steve in the SHIELD cafeteria.”
You don’t reply to Clint’s spoken truths as you play with the crumbly remains of your muffin. You mumble something along the lines of, “Hate being friends with SHIELD agents,” but your miniscule snip only causes Clint to laugh.
“So,” Clint says, “are you gonna explain why you and Steve are avoiding each other?”
You stare straight at Clint instead of avoiding eye contact, otherwise that would be admitting defeat, but you don’t say anything either because that would also be considered admitting defeat mostly because you have absolutely no idea what the hell you’re supposed to tell Clint. You and Steve are in a secret relationship. It’s bad enough that spilling your guts to Clint would be sharing your relationship without Steve’s permission but you would also be outing Steve in the process, which is completely out of the question disrespectful.
“No?” Clint says in a wondering tone before he shrugs, almost as if he knew you were going to refuse to answer the question. “I guess I’ll just tell you why you’ve been avoiding each other. You two got into a fight, a pretty bad one, not that it was hard to figure out. Bad enough to drive a visible wedge between two best friends who’ve been practically joined at the hip for months.”
You’re even more speechless, more than before, as Clint stares at you knowingly from across the table. Apparently, it’s his turn to sip his coffee pointedly.
You choose to bite the bullet and speak when Clint doesn’t continue picking apart your relationship with Steve after about a minute of complete silence. “Do you have a point to this?”
“There is a point,” Clint confirms. “The point is to make you talk to Steve.”
“Yeah, no shit. But, why?”
“Because you pout everywhere you go,” Clint informs you as if you didn’t already know. “Look, you’re obviously really bothered by whatever the fight was about. You and Steve aren’t gonna go back to what you were before unless you talk to each other about whatever happened.”
Your gaze lowers dejectedly, towards the muffin crumbs that stick to the napkin it sits on. The picture is clichely symbolic of what your and Steve’s entire relationship is gonna be if you don’t at least try to work through your fight. “You really think me and Steve could go back to being what we were before?”
Clint doesn’t even seem to hesitate before answering. “Guess you won’t know until you talk to him.” You roll your eyes more due to the harsh truth behind his words than any actual annoyance towards Clint for saying it.
You chew the inside of your cheek as you wonder if you should say what you’re thinking because you know it’s gonna be a very high ego boost for Clint. Ultimately, you decide to say it anyway. He deserves it after coming all this way so he could get two friends back together.
“You’re too convincing for your own good,” you tell him, Clint only smiling smugly in response. “Thank you.”
Clint shakes his head slightly. “Thank me by tracking Steve down and talking to him.”
Smiling, you nod in agreement. Finding Steve and making up is definitely going to be an immediate priority.
Standing from the table, you pick up all your trash, which just consists of a dirty napkin and two empty coffee cups, so you can throw it out on your way out of the door but Clint is stopping you.
“You can also thank me with another coffee,” Clint quickly adds before you’ve even begun to walk away. You scoff in disbelief before you internally give up.
“I’ll buy you as much coffee as you want when this is all over,” you promise him while grinning at the return of Clint’s playful personality.
Clint grins back at you, saying, “I’ll hold you to that.”
It seems as if the walk back to SHIELD takes forever while simultaneously taking no time at all which makes you even more anxious because now the discomfort and awkwardness that will be accompanying this talk is closer than you would like. But, that thought is quickly shoved away by the other side of your brain. Instead, it presents you with another thought, a fact actually that if you didn’t have this talk with Steve, your relationship would never be able to heal.
You suddenly realize that this fight could very well cost you your relationship with Steve which is even worse than having to deal with some minor discomfort for an hour at most. You don’t want that at all.
You remember how Steve had been adamant that being queer wasn’t right, most definitely from internalized homophobia, but you also remember how painfully upset he had looked while you two were going back and forth. You don’t want to give up on Steve, he doesn’t deserve that, especially not after enduring so much violent discrimination in his day and even some in the current years. Steve deserves to finally have some reprieve, deserves at least a shot at a happy ending.
You waste no more time wallowing in your own side of the story, pushing yourself to find Steve quickly.
Trudging through the halls of SHIELD headquarters seems to be more confusing than usual but you still manage to find Steve before the end of lunch. You spot him through the giant windows that provide a good view into the cafeteria. Steve is sitting with Natasha at a table with half-eaten food forgotten in front of them. Now, you want to march right inside the cafeteria so you can talk to Steve immediately but you don’t want to interrupt his lunch with Natasha so you just wait impatiently in the hallway.
Leaning against the wall across from the double-doors leading into the cafeteria, you watch as Steve finally stands from his table. Steve and Natasha exchange some sort of short conversation before he’s hastily making his way out of the cafeteria. Steve’s in such a hurry that you’re almost worried you won’t catch him before he walks off.
“Steve!” you call out, Steve pausing in his apparent quest to turn towards you. His eyes widen slightly upon recognizing you. As you approach him, you wonder, “Hey, um, can we… talk?”
“Wha– yes, of course!” Steve stutters awkwardly. “I was… actually just looking–”
And then there’s a buzzing noise echoing out from his pocket, clearly coming from his phone. You and Steve stop moving at the same time, the same look crossing your faces because you know exactly what that buzz means.
“You have a mission,” you state plainly as if Steve didn’t already sense that.
Steve sighs sadly, mumbling, “Yeah.”
You had feared this precise situation. You had wanted to make up with Steve before he left for a mission so that your fight wouldn’t stew any longer than it already has.
“This isn’t over,” Steve blurts. You look at him, confused and slightly worried at his phrasing. “I–I mean… I’ll text you. When the mission is over. We’ll talk.”
Managing a smile, you nod your head in agreement. When Steve steps forward, eyeing you questioningly, it takes a second for you to understand why. He’s clearly wondering whether or not it’s okay for him to kiss you goodbye. Kissing goodbye was just something you always did before Steve left for missions, your shared way of expressing that you’re gonna see each other again.
You take a step forward as well, understanding and relief flashing through Steve’s eyes as you do so, and you come together to exchange your goodbye kiss. You stay in the kiss for as long as you can but Steve’s phone is buzzing inside his pocket once again.
Separating reluctantly, you watch as Steve turns and walks away from you as the kiss lingers in your mind. Remembering how it felt, remembering that it felt like every other goodbye kiss you’ve exchanged before, which is surprisingly comforting to you.
The kiss in no way signifies that everything is fixed between you and Steve but it definitely means that you aren’t going to run away from each other anymore.
The mission doesn’t last very long, surprisingly, because Steve texts you around 9 o’clock asking you if he could stop by your apartment after he lands which you immediately agree with. You don’t even have to think about it anymore, the hours you spent alone giving you some time to really think about your fight.
In all honesty, as the hours ticked by, the fight between you and Steve grew to appear increasingly stupid and kinda messed up. You can’t even believe you’d blown up at Steve like you did instead of trying to reassure and comfort him. Steve isn’t like modern day homophobes, he didn’t have an open environment in his days to safely navigate and learn about queerness.
Your mind races with all the better ways you could have reacted to Steve as you impulsively made your living space cleaner for your boyfriend’s arrival. He knocks on your door at just past 10:30 p.m. and you don’t even have the willpower to stop yourself from instantly opening the door so it doesn’t seem like you were anxiously waiting right next to it.
You and Steve nervously stare at each other from opposite sides of the door before you finally step aside and invite him in. Steve smiles and enters your apartment, which is when you notice that he’s still dressed in his Cap uniform meaning he came straight to you after he landed. It’s a little dirtied and has clearly been drug through the mud but it’s not destroyed.
Relocating to the living room, Steve sits on the couch while you choose to sit perched up on the arm of the single seater. “Okay, so I think I should start off by telling you that I’m sorry,” you say, speaking meekly while subconsciously rubbing at the back of your neck. “I know that’s probably not what you wanna hear–”
“No, I’m sorry, too. I didn’t react the way I should have…” Steve trails off, as if he’s trying to get his thoughts and feels in order. “It’s just that I don’t think I’m ready to tell people, yet.”
Your mind stalls at your boyfriend’s words for a moment, your confusion causing you to stutter. “Wha– Steve, you don’t have to be.”
Steve’s face falls as he seems to cave into himself slightly, the sight twisting your guts in circles. You have never wanted to make Steve feel like that, like he has to hide from you. “That’s not what you said earlier.”
You feel your face scrunch up in confusion as your head tilts to the side. “What do you mean?”
Steve shifts around in his seat awkwardly. “Earlier, you know…” he shrugs and waves his hand around a bit, as if to help remind you of what he’s talking about. “when you were trying to convince me to come out.”
“What, Steve, no!” You’re immediately sitting up straight in your seat, your entire face widening in surprise. “That’s-that’s not what I was trying to say at all.”
“It wasn’t?”
You shake your head vigorously. “No, of course not. Me trying to bully you into coming out is just as bad as outing you myself. The only person who gets to decide when you come out is you.”
“Well, then what was I even mad at you for?” Steve wonders, his turn for his face to mold into a questioning expression.
“I have no idea… alright, let me get something straight,” you speak slowly, trying to make sense of the fight you and Steve had a week prior. “Last week, during our fight, you were only telling me you weren’t ready to come out about our relationship.”
“Correct.”
“And… and you weren’t actually saying you that being queer was a bad thing?”
Steve’s eyes darken with worry. “You thought I was saying that?” his voice seems so small, it makes you feel guilty for even thinking what you thought.
“I don’t know,” you sigh heavily, hands coming up to rub at your face. “I thought you were still being effected by your time period’s public homophobic ideals.”
Steve hums understandingly for some reason. “I know I used to internalize that stuff before, but I’ve worked through all that. I know being queer doesn’t make me less than others.”
You stand from your place on the arm of the single seater sofa so you can approach and reassure your boyfriend of the feelings you had previously thought he had. “That’s good, it doesn’t,” you pause before continuing. “I only wish I could go back and actually understand what you were saying. This whole thing wouldn’t have happened if I had just listened to you.”
“We both weren’t listening,” Steve smiles up at you sadly, clearly just as regretful as you are about this stupid fight that obviously shouldn’t have even happened in the first place.
You and Steve sit in silence for a moment, processing everything that’s just come out about your fight. There’s not more words exchanged between you as you both stand from your seats and gravitate towards each other in order to wrap your arms around each other.
You hug tightly for quite a long time, not saying anything, until you finally say, “I know you didn’t say anything about spending the night…”
“… Yeah,” Steve answers your unvoiced question without hesitation.
Somehow hugging even tighter, you and Steve manage to maneuver yourselves into the couch, laying side by side while pressing up against each other. You’re mostly on your back with Steve’s head resting near your neck and unable to stop yourself, you rest your hands in Steve’s soft blond hair in order to play with it despite how much soot and dried sweat lays within it.
It’s a while before one of you speaks. Steve begins to wonder out loud, “You remember how we met?”
You scoff lightheartedly, “How could I possibly forget?”
The memory comes to your mind easily. It was in the SHIELD cafeteria, you and Steve walking with your respective companions when Steve makes a sharp turn and accidentally bumps into you. Steve’s tray of food, as well as your own, spills all over you and your agent uniform. You remember Steve becoming a stammering mess of apologies out of embarrassment while Natasha stood next to him, surveying the scene in obvious amusement.
“You cost me $15 in dry cleaning,” you remind your boyfriend.
“I paid you back,” Steve whines as he pouts playfully.
Pressing your lips to Steve’s forehead, you mumble, “You certainly did.”
And, in fact, Steve did pay you back and he paid you back in the form of a two hour coffee date three days after he’d asked you out with a face as red as the tomato soup he’d spilled all over you.
You and Steve fall into a comfortable silence as you both seem to reminisce about an easier time in your relationship. Not that you want to go back to that time, you’re confident in that because while the first few months were easier, you and Steve have become more connected as time went on. You and Steve are closer to each other than you had been in the beginning and you don’t want to lose that for anything, not even for an easier time in your relationship.
“I know we can’t prevent fights,” you mutter, voice catching Steve’s attention. “But, can we at least promise that we’ll never stay away from each other for that long ever again?”
You feel Steve trying to burrow further into your neck as he says, “Only if we promise not to yell at each other that loud ever again.”
You agree immediately.
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Six Sentence Sunday 05.16.21
ORIGINAL POST DATE: 05/16/21 at 10:35AM EST
My first week of vacation has been interesting with the gas shortages here in North Carolina and waiting in line for gas, for significant periods of time. I actually took a picture and posted it on social media, which one of the news affiliates in my area contacted me and asked me could they use the picture in the evening news, I said yes.
I had to use the app GasBuddy in order to find gas because every place I went by didn’t have gas, and when friends posted online saying somewhere had gas, it didn’t by the time I got there, or they only had Diesel. Even the first place I used the app for had gas when I left home but by the time I got there only had diesel. The app updated when I got there. So I’ve been parked the past few days. Today (Sunday) is the first time I’m heading out into the world in the past two days. Did I also mention my new car almost got hit twice when I was out driving around these gas stations, people trying to get into the gas lines cutting people off?
Sadly I found out I didn’t get the new job. I was disappointed, but I do want to say thank you to friends for keeping an encouraging word in my ear, and a virtual hug through this time while I continue to job search for a better quality of life. Thanks for being there for me. I know something better is out there for me.
I had to stop writing for a little bit as my writing got incredibly angsty. You’ll see in my WIP one in particular.
Here’s what I’ve posted in the last week in case you missed it:
The Life of Riley Book Two: Derby Girl
The Meet: A Greek Meet Prequel: Falling For You ❤
What are some of my writer peeps up to? @dcbbw @speedyoperarascalparty @burnsoslow @ownworldresident @bbrandy2002 @jessiembruno @darley1101 @sirbeepsalot @ao719
Here’s what I’ve been working on:
Birthday Celebration
Mia’s 🌎World: A Birthday Fic
The Book: TRR x The Freshman
Pairings: Mia x Jaiden (TRR MC x M!OC) / Emily x Chris
Status: Still in the writing process.
Mia was talking with some of her gym friends and Nico when Jaiden walked into the gym. Nico was shirtless.
Jaiden rolled his eyes. Of course he was sitting right next to Mia, looking like that's where he belonged.
“Are you ready Mia?”
“Yeah, everyone, do you remember Jaiden, my boyfriend? Jaiden this is everyone!”
Jaiden smiled politely, but his eyes rested on Nico.
“I could have brought her back to campus, I'm headed back there now too. Could have saved you the trip.”
“It’s fine, I was going to look at her car anyway. Besides, she’s my girl, not yours Nico.”
An uncomfortable silence fell on the group.
“Okay…. Jai we’re going.”
Once they had gotten into Rubi...Mia glared at him.
“What the hell was that Jai?”
“What did it look like?”
“Jai, you said it wouldn’t be a problem for me to still go to the gym here?”
“Why didn’t you call me Mia?”
“I was about to, but Nico walked by in the student parking lot. I figured since we were going to the same place, it wasn’t a big deal.”
“I would have taken you to the gym no problem Mia. He still has feelings for you. He was staring at you like a sad puppy.”
“Do you trust me?”
“It’s not about trust.”
“Yes it is Jai. Don’t you trust me?”
The Wait is Over
Just The Way You Are: Chapter: 13
The Book: Crossover: Perfect Match x TRR
Pairings: Hayden x Kai (Hayden!M x Kai!F) / Liam x Riley
Status: Still in the Writing Process
“Who’s the cool parent Dipper?”
Dipper nuzzled against Kai's leg.
“Told ya.” Kai stuck her tongue out at Hayden to which he laughed.
“You indeed are the junk food, party parent, Kai. Hands down.”
Hayden’s face softened.
“You’ll be the cool mom. You’ll be the one who makes the menus when our children have sleepovers with their friends. Because every kid has to have junk food when their friends come over and spend the night. You’ll be the one that lets them stay up extra late, and sleep in, in the morning. I’ll make the cookies you ask for, but you’ll be the one to give them extra.”
Kai smiled, her eyes glistening with tears.
“Hayden, you’ll be the one to gently tell them to keep it down. You’ll be the one they call when they think they have monsters under the bed and in the closet for you to scare them away, and when they want Daddy’s strong arms to protect them.”
“Will we tell them about me? That I’m different?” He softened the words as he knew how upset it made Kai when he referred to himself as anything computer based.
“When they’re old enough to understand what it means I think. Don’t you agree?”
“Yes, I want them to know, and truly understand what I am, and how wonderful a woman their mother is, that she still loves me in spite of everything.”
“We’ll be good parents Hayden because we love each other, and we’ll love them.”
Chasing Pavements
The Meet: Chapter 5
The Book: TRR
Pairings: Liam x Jillian (Liam x F!OC) / Leo x Bebe (Leo x F!OC)
Status: Still in the writing process.
Why couldn’t he just say “Her?”
He didn’t know truly what he wanted from Bebe, what was happening between them either. But something… was happening. He’d never felt like this about someone before. Like he might want to commit to her. Bebe wanted more, and he wasn’t sure he could give her that. He didn’t want to hurt her. Leo wasn’t like Liam. Liam only dated in monogamous, long term, serious relationships. Leo had never been in anything like that. Honestly, the time he had spent on and off with Bebe over the last six months had been his longest “pseudo relationship.”
He also knew she was trying to keep him at a distance too. He saw the look in her eyes when she was staring at him and Maddy talking and things were going well. Bebe looked hurt.
That look in her eyes had followed him the rest of the evening. Every time he tried to kiss Maddy, he saw Bebe. He had to leave Maddy’s place because of that look.
He also saw the look in her eyes change in that moment she pushed her feelings away, if there were feelings, when he couldn’t answer. She pulled away from him, slipping back on her shirt.
“Did you drink all the root beer?” She asked.
“I’ll get you another one.”
Bebe had turned on a comedy when he came back in.
He didn’t even think the movie was that funny, it was Bebe’s reactions to it. He loved her laugh, even the fact that she had seen the movie so much she was quoting it. Which was something he hated, but it was cute when she did it. He really didn’t like slapstick comedy like that. But watching her, it was absolutely hilarious.
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Just Vacation Girlfriends (Seulgi x Fem!Reader)
Genre: Fake dating, fluff
Summary: You and Seulgi enter a precarious fake dating situation, hijinks ensue. Except the hijinks aren't light-hearted, but rather deeply personal and intimate experiences. What are you and Seulgi really?
Word Count: 2k
A/N: Hi, it has literally been 5 months since I last wrote lol, I'm sorry. It's not like I hate writing it's just that there were other things I could and had to do. I apologize for taking so long to upload again, especially for the amount of feedback I got for my first post! 68 followers and 90 notes! I know it may seem like rookie numbers to some but I really want to thank you all. I'm having my winter break now so I should be able to post a lot during this short period. If I'm lucky I may be able to semi-consistently post during the school year as well ;). Sorry if there are any grammar mistakes/wtf moments I'm writing at 3AM and have slept for two hours total for the past 40 hrs, cut me some slack please.
Date: 12/24/20
The chops of your knife against the cutting board were interrupted by your phone ringing. You stop making dinner as you look over your shoulder to your phone a couple inches away on the counter. Your eyebrow perked up as you read the caller ID, it was Seulgi. Of course, you immediately set your knife down to talk to her.
"Hey Seul, what's up?"
"Hi..." Seulgi began to yawn. "I just wanted to hear your voice today."
You can't help but to let out a small smile as you felt your face getting warmer. Luckily Seulgi wasn't actually there to tease you about it.
"Ah, well, here's my voice. Is it relaxing enough, your majesty?"
You can hear a faint and muffled sound of laughter from Seulgi before you hear her tired voice through the speaker again.
"Hm, well I guess that'll do. I'm actually calling to make sure you wanna come with us on vacation again."
"Of course I do, I've been going with you guys for years. I'll make sure it works with my schedule."
"Yeah, I know that and I'll send you the dates, it's just that..." Seulgi let out a long sigh, "there's some other things you need to know."
"And that would be?"
"Pretend to be my girlfriend."
"What?"
"Please, Y/N. It'll just be for a week. I know it's a lot to ask but I need it."
You're speechless for a bit and deliberate on what to say next. Not wanting to worry your friend with your silence you ended up just saying, "Yeah, uh okay, I can work with that... why though?"
"You know how dating is like. Not a lot of time, not a lot of privacy. My parents understand this but they're still worried you know? They worry about how my future will be like if I'm spending basically over a decade just working. Something about it takes time to find the right man, settling, babies, blah blah blah. If you pretend to date me that'll ease their worries and I won't even have to worry about a scandal since it isn't real and only my parents would know anyways. Besides... we're close enough where we can pull this off convincingly, right?"
You take a second to think. It was a strange situation to be in, but as far as you knew you would only have to pretend for the week you would spend with her family. Her family wouldn't be seeing either of you after then, and maybe you could also fake breakup if things get sticky. With Seulgi's last statement... it was true that you've been really close with her and her entire family since you were both little. All it would take would be amping up the friendly touches and banter.
"Yeah, we are. Alright. I guess we should iron out the details about our fake relationship later though. You kind of sound like shit. Rest up if you can."
"Talk to you soon, Y/N."
With that, Seulgi ended the call and you were left with dinner still unprepared and a lot on your mind.
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The plan was to go to the airport and fly out to the island with Seulgi, where you could rehearse your story until you would meet up with the rest of her family and go about the vacation as normal. Except for the not so minor detail of you having to be Seulgi's girlfriend.
Seulgi sits by the window as you sit next to her. You try to get comfortable, but you really can't. There's a churning mixture of nervousness in your stomach. Even though it was all pretend, it was hard to imagine yourself trying to make it look real. Although you and Seulgi both felt like it would be easy to pull it off convincingly... there was something you couldn't quite place tugging at your heart-strings.
Your thoughts are interrupted as you hear her sweet voice.
"When did we start dating?"
"Uhm, ah, I know this! It was... er-"
"July 7th."
Seulgi begins to look at you. Her eyes are filled with both a pleading look and a disappointed look. She starts quizzing all the little, and very fake, details of your relationship. You answer them correctly for the most part and Seulgi's mood seemed to improve knowing you weren't completely hopeless. You're starting to get into the swing of things when all of a sudden Seulgi asks something completely unexpected.
"And what's our favorite position in bed?"
You felt your face immediately heat up as your eyes opened wide in shock.
"I- I mean, uh, what?"
"K-kidding of course." Seulgi says this with a smile, yet she seems to shake a little. Maybe she was also surprised with her sudden crude sense of humor. She begins to reach down and grab a small book from her bag. "I think we'll be good for now, just relax until we get there."
You just nod your head in response and slip in your earbuds.
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Although it wasn't like you have never spent a vacation with Seulgi, things felt weird.
First was the way her family treated you, especially her parents. The both of you walked into the beach house hand in hand. Her parents were completely unbothered. Later that day when eating dinner, Seulgi decided it was time to announce your relationship. As the conversation at the dinner table seemed to finally be dying down, she set down her fork and began to talk.
"Guys, listen up, I've been holding onto this news for some time now, but I really wanted to do it when everyone could see each other. What I've been wanting to say is... " It seemed to you, that maybe just for a little moment, Seulgi was trying to steel her nerves.
"Y/N and I are dating."
Silence. The two of you were met with utter silence. It wasn't the type of condemning and judging silence, but rather one of indifference. Everyone seemed completely unbothered with this news. The silence was thankfully quickly broken by Seulgi's mom.
"Well, I'm glad you guys have finally sorted your feelings. I'm sure you're both very happy now." Her mom said it with a small but warm smile. Everyone else seemed to nod in agreement. You couldn't help but to ask, "No big congratulations? What about the fact that we're both girls? "
Seulgi's brother laughed a little before talking.
"I mean... sorry. We can act a bit more excited if that's what you want. It really is something to be celebratory about... it's just that you don't usually clap for a fish when it swims, right? You know what I mean? It's just all a bit... expected and natural. As for the 'we're both girls' I don't care, and everyone else probably doesn't either."
To say the least, that was not the reaction that you and Seulgi expected. After dinner the two of you were stuck trying to think about what it all meant. You guys were also both stuck with the fact that you'd share one room and one bed for the rest of the week.
Again, it wasn't like you haven't done things like share a bed with Seulgi before. It was just that the relationship business was getting stuck in your head. Everything normal suddenly felt dangerous. Things like even looking in Seulgi's way felt like it took caution. That night, it was decided that there would be a pillow barrier between the two of you.
By the third night the pillows were all on the floor as the you hung onto each other for warmth, finding comfort in the contours of the other's body.
Things like this kept on happening. You would set up arbitrary rules to feel normal again and destroy them all within a blink of an eye. You just kept on acting on things without intending to.
For example, the other day Seulgi woke up early to cook breakfast. You couldn't help but to feel the absence of her body and warmth and followed her out to the kitchen soon after. Even though you were in a half-asleep state your feet found their way behind Seulgi and your arms snaked around her waist.
You burrowed your face into the crook of her neck. Taking in that familiar and oh-so-comforting scent that is Kang Seulgi. Since when did her scent make you feel at home? Since when did you feel so at ease with her? You had a sneaking suspicion that it has been this way for a very, very long time.
These thoughts didn't matter though, as your body began to move with hers to the soft music she had playing from her phone. She didn't try to resist your touch at all. Instead, it seemed that she melted under your touch, with you seeing her shoulders dropping and feeling her backing in further to your embrace. Before you knew it the serene moment ended when Seulgi finally finished cooking breakfast.
You would frequently hold hands whenever the family was around, yet even though you could spend your free time wherever with whoever, you were attached to Seulgi's hip and she to yours. You two would always end up doing something together, or perhaps you would do nothing, and instead just enjoyed the fact that the other was there while quietly still holding hands.
Holding her hand quickly became your best comfort. Her soft and warm hands seemed to fit perfectly with yours, fitting together just the way you'd want them to. Something about her hands electrified you every time.
The once seemingly distinct line between platonic feelings and romantic feelings began to get blurrier and blurrier with each passing second. This doubt and confusion culminated when going on one of the last outings planned for the vacation.
Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, during the outing a spontaneous couple's event was hosted. Your mouth began to dry up as the host looked at you and Seulgi, urging each other to kiss.
As far as everyone else knew, you've been dating for a decent amount of time now. Enough of an amount of time for them to assume you had kissed already. You looked into Seulgi's eyes in distress. You could feel the host boring his eyes into you. You could feel practically everyone's eyes staring in anticipation.
Seulgi drew her body closer and that was when you knew your fate was sealed.
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A couple hours later and you're back at the house now. Laying in the bed you've shared for the past few nights you finally look at her. She looks back at you with waiting eyes. Slowly you reach your hand up from under the blankets and softly laid it on her soft cheek. She responds by placing hers on top of yours.
Staring at the deep brown of her eyes, you take it all in. You feel heat radiating from her body. You watch her body rise and fall with a mix of a calm yet eager breath. The close proximity that the two of you share is something that was typical, yet so different in the moment. With bated breath you finally say the unspoken words. The words that should've been said long ago. The air and sound barely passes through your lips.
"I love you."
The two of you close in, giving the lightest kiss in the world. There was barely any pressure but you could feel her lips touching yours. Even though you've kissed already, this one meant so much more. Even if this was such a small and innocent kiss, it was the shyness of it all, the realization that it means something that made your heartbeat race.
Putting your foreheads together, Seulgi said with a quiet voice.
"It's been like this since forever, hasn't it?"
"Yeah. Let's keep it that way."
In the back of your head you wonder, was this to please her parents or was this to please her?
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“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:
Outtake Collection #11:
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A/N: welcome to the final post tonight!!!!!! Thanks for staying for this marathon everybody🥱🖤 I told y’all to get ready right? Lehgo:
TABLE OF CONTENTS
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A 1-Year Anniversary For The Books 😳....🎡❄️🌃
over the next 6 months, you and Aone have had a remarkable relationship 💗
He’s beyond caring, attentive and sweet to you: even when you are moody on your period and dont want to talk to him he would drop off a basket at your house filled with a heating pad, your favourite treats, DVDs of your favourite movies and a note that explained how he felt about you
Your sex life was amazing, sex was insanely passionate and few and far between because you were both busy + Aone wanted you to know he wasn’t here for sex, though he loved it, of course
Takanobu listened to every story of yours, filled in at your cheer practices when you needed him, brought your team to competitions whenever some people didn’t have rides, and he attended the popular kids parties with you and let you do your own thing...
In addition, of course he was the best tutor you’ve ever had, letting you know before you started that you weren’t allowed to mess with his hormones to get out of it:
“Y/N. we have to study. No seduction tricks. They’re not fair.”
“Okay—!” You smiled.
“No cute-duction tricks either.”
You pouted.
“Want me to leave?” He asked, getting bold because he knew you were getting clingy, and even though he’d love to be balls deep between your heavenly legs, School came first. He needed you to graduate with him. It wasn’t an option.
“No no no baby please I’m sorry.” You pleaded.
He kissed your cheek. “Good.”
you attended baby’s intense volleyball games, so you saw his losses and it broke your heart
But you knew just how to comfort him: have him lay his head on you as you stroked his hair....give him lots of kisses and go to the pet store and spend hours the turtle section 💕
You got super close to his friends which was obviously incredible to Aone
And he’d been trying to get you to meet his family for a while, but you were too nervous
One day at the movies when Koganegawa was complaining yet again about how much his parents the other 2 members of the iron wall treated him like a baby, you interjected in the line for tickets. Aone had his arms around you from behind, making you feel safe
“Hey, wait a second. If Aone is ‘mom’ and Futakuchi is ‘dad,’ what does that make me???” You whined.
Kanji looked down at you like that was the most obvious question in the world. “You’re the hot side chick that Aone cheated on Futakuchi-senpai with.”
Your jaw dropped. “Excuse me—“
“Wrong.” Aone stated, glaring at Kanji. “Don’t ever associate cheating with me and Y/N. I would NEVER.”
Futakuchi rolled his eyes. “We know. Learn to take a joke,”
You turned around in Aone’s arms and got on your toes straining for a kiss. Aone smiled and leaned down to press his lips on yours. He tried to pull away but you held onto the collar of his hoodie and pulled him down again, prohibiting him from ending the kiss.
“Y/N, you better keep the same energy.” Futakuchi mumbled under his breath, walking forward as the line moved. “If my best friend ends up heartbroken I know someone else’s Cheer captain best friend who can end up being hurt just as bad in return🙃..........” he sung.
Without breaking your fantastic kiss, you stuck out your foot in the direction you knew Kenji was walking, making him trip.
“Ouch, fuck! Why do you invite her, Aone-san?!”
You smiled into the kiss.
Tbh: your relationship was..........perfect💘
........too perfect, you sometimes thought.
It kept you up at night sometimes .... the fact that you couldn’t really pin point anything wrong with him , even months later
How is it possible that while all your friends went through trials and tribulations.....ups and downs in their relationships and crushes ... and weird squares (*cough cough* Kenji, Katana, Koganegawa, Kusa 🤧 *cough cough*....but that’s for another outtake time) while you didn’t have to endure anything
Aone was protecting you from going through any pain . Proving to you his worth
Your boyfriend surprised you everyday making you happier than the last
Not to mention you have an adoptive son named Perdu that you adore 🐢💚
But you couldn’t shake the feeling deep within that told you that you didn’t deserve this
Yes, you have come to love Aone with all of your heart—he is literally an angel
But that conversation that Aone was so reluctant to have 6 months ago about how much he pined after you........it really affected you in various ways....
For one thing, why did someone so beautiful and pure and perfect have to fall for someone like you?
You had faults. You didn’t even notice him for years while he suffered in silence in the background, for God’s sake
It was as if, only after he defended you against the Class Snitch and did something for you, that’s when you noticed him—and then he just jumped at the opportunity
You could’ve played him, used him, and you’re pretty sure that he would let you. 😞
He was Not realizing how selfish the whole thing seemed
And then there’s the whole fact that Aone has liked you for 2 years..... and no one else? Even when you didn’t notice him?
Yeah, you couldn’t even lie about that one to yourself. He really only liked you and only had eyes for you. Even though you hadn’t even known he was even an option for you.
It broke your heart—
Yes, you loved him now.
But that conversation 6 months ago...... it made you understand how much of an amazing, absolutely unbelievable human being he is, even before you two started dating = you haven’t been able to shake this feeling of unfairness....
The feeling that you do not deserve him
Maybe you wanted him for the sex that felt so good it made you cry every time?
Or all the things he does for you because he was so whipped?
Meanwhile he endured relentless cockteasing from you because he tried not to give into his urge so you wouldn’t think he wanted you for that ...always putting you first..... what hormonal male DOES that?
He’s perfect
But Maybe that was the big pull...you know?
perhaps it was just a pull and this isn’t how it is supposed to be
Aone deserves someone as amazing and selfless as him, no?
What if he deserved better? As long as you were in the way he’d only accept you and shut out any girl who could be even better for him.
A girl that wouldn’t have ignored him for 2 years .
When you started expressing your concerns, Katana, your best friend knew this point would come.
“Do not self destruct, Y/N. Just because you get scared when y’all are getting serious. That man is crazy about you.” Katana pleaded with you at your locker one day as you shuffled through your messy locker.
“I’m not self destructing, and I know he is..... but maybe that’s the problem? I get a perfect boyfriend and what does Aone get? I just hope that this is, a fair transaction in the Universe.....”
“You love that man too. I know you do! Besides, everyone can see the way his entire demeanour has lit up and changed since you two got together. He’s like a new person and it’s almost been a whole year.... look at him.”
You found your pencil case and closed your locker, looking over in the direction Katana called your attention to. Aone was talking to Koganegawa and Kusa, laughing loudly...something no one had ever seen him do a year before now. Your heart sunk because you were the cause of that happiness. He was a new man, and he was so happy to be with you. It made your heart hurt.
Aone glanced over in your direction just then, making eye contact with you and instantly smiling brightly. He said some form of goodbye to his friends like he always did when he spotted you, dropping everything to greet you and hold your books.
What made you so special... to deserve such a man?
If you asked Aone, he’d have a list of ways he could answer that question, but, for you, you forced yourself to believe he was just taken away with your looks....and that he just convinced himself he liked you deeper because of how pretty you were. He loves sex but tries not to have it, maybe it’s because you’d catch on to him being like every other guy that just wants you and the rest of the cheerleaders for your bodies? I mean, even his best friend Futakuchi is like that!
No, he was a terrible liar.
Aone is gorgeous, tall, muscular, handsome....... girl after girl check him out and want him. Maybe one of them deserved him more than you do....
Thoughts like that whirled through your mind all the time from summer to winter...
Tonight, on the night of your 1 year anniversary, it was no different. Aone had made it clear for months to his team that he wouldn’t be attending practice on this date
🥺
Instead, he treated you to a luxurious dinner on a yacht and then you both went one of the highest Ferris wheels in the world that gave a great view of the city night lights of Japan:
It was so romantic, and Aone was just the happiest man on earth holding you closer as you leaned into his side because you loved Ferris wheels but you were chilly in this temperature.
Your boyfriend pulled your hat down for you so it was covering your ears
He took your hands in his and blew hot air on them to keep you warm, spreading the heated blanket he’d bought so it covered more of you than him.
“Still cold? Want my jacket?”
“I’m good.” You grinned.
His heart warmed.
“Y/N.”
You looked up at your boyfriend, hearing the sudden change to seriousness in his tone. Aone sported that blush that he had the first time you’d kissed him on the cheek. He was still nervous around you even after an entire year and it had to do with his strong feelings of love toward you. He was sure they’d never go away.
Takanobu dug into his pocket and pulled out two small individually wrapped boxes. One square and one rectangular. The silver boxes were wrapped in little yellow bows, yellow-your favourite colour.
“More gifts, Aone?” You asked softly, you couldn’t help but frown. He was always spoiling you beyond belief. “You promised the dinner was your only gift,”
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Happy 1-year anniversary. You make me so happy and I really hope you’ll be so kind as to bless me with more years.”
You took off your mittens and took the boxes from him, your stomach in knots the entire time.
You felt so different. Your heart hurt.
You placed the boxes in your lap and Aone tried not to smile. You delicately untied both bows, removing the lids before gasping.
“Aone..........” you said quietly. “Oh, Aone, they are beautiful.”
Mountain man smiled. “You don’t have to wear them.....I just really wanted to gift them to you because—“
You interrupted him. “You don’t think I’d wear them?” You asked, hurt. Hurt for him because you could tell that he still felt that you were too good to be true.
“Well the promise ring m-might be too flashy, or the turtle might be seen as a little juvenile by your teammates, so—“
That did it.
Your heart broke.
It couldn’t be any more clear now.
You didn’t deserve this man.
“Aone.” Your voice cracked as you spoke. You willed yourself not to cry.
But this time it wasn’t tears of joy that almost fell the day he confessed, these were the truest of all types tears..... tears of sorrow.
Aone leaned down and brushed your hair out of your face so he could see your face. “Y/N? What’s wrong? I-I can always return them if you don’t like them.... it-it’s not a problem in the slightest—“
“—We need to break up, Aone.”
Freezing, Takanobu thought he hadn’t heard that.
He paused for a good ten seconds.
“W-what?” He asked, his voice cracking.
You refused to look at him.
“I’m sorry.” Is all you could say without bursting into tears. “I can explain more on a later date, but I’ve thought about it for a while, and that’s my decision.”
Aone’s heart shattered, instantly feeling like the world had been turned upside down on him. I mean sure, Aone thought maybe one day you’d realize you deserved better—but that’s why he spent every day devoting his time to treating you well so maybe you’d choose him.
He guessed he hadn’t been trying hard enough.
“I-is it something I did?” He took a deep breath. “Something I can change? Please,”
You shook your head, feeling the cold breeze of this winter night in your core. “Nothing you did. You’re amazing, Aone-san.“
“The-Then can you please reconsider—“
“No,” you choked. “Can we get off now? Please?”
Always listening to you, Aone shakingly pressed the button that let the Ferris Wheel operator know you wanted one final spin.
Which meant Aone had about 1 minute to change your mind while his whole world fell apart. He felt dizzy. He didn’t even know how he was still functioning, running on pure adrenaline, no doubt. He felt like this was another dream—no, a nightmare.
“If-if it’s something I did, Y/N, I sincerely apologize—“ He felt stupid to think you were actually enjoying yourself in a relationship with him.
You looked out into the skyline, directing your attention to the Japan night lights. The cold air quickly dried the single tear that escaped your eye.
“It’s nothing you did............” yet. Not until you realize you deserve so much better, You wanted to say.
“Then can I have one more chance? Please?”
Your boyfriend....no, ex-boyfriend threw everything he’s every heard from Futakuchi about being cool around his crush and begged for you. You were basically his world, the reason he’s truly lived a life of happiness and not just remained quiet and stoic like he used to be before you entered his life.
Aone stayed silent for a second and raked his brain for things he might have done to upset you. He couldn’t find one, but you wouldn’t do this for no reason, so he hated himself for not figuring it out.
💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔
All too soon, the ride came to an end and you handed the gifts back to him before quickly scrambling out of the Ferris wheel.
Aone took a second to stare at the necklace and ring before stumbling out after you, feeling like there was an extra thousand pounds on his chest as you walked away from him in the dark night. You two were in the empty parking lot of the Ferris wheel.
“Y/N..... at least let me drive you home!” He yelled, dropping the heated blanket and gifts on the snow. He was in so much pain he couldn’t hold onto anything.
“I texted Kusa. She’s coming.” You called back, not daring to turn around because if you did you would just jump into his arms.
Aone couldn’t stop the tears that welled up behind his eyes. He’d never felt this level of pain before. He would choose to endure going through the pain of losing his last volleyball game in 3rd year everyday if it meant he didn’t have to feel what he was feeling now.
Before he started crying—something he hasn’t done since he was maybe 7 years old—Aone ran over to you, stepping in front of you to beg one last time.
“Y/N. Can I at least still be in your life? As fr-friends, even?” He asked heartbrokenly, unable to cope with not being anything to you anymore and going back to loving you from afar. He wouldn’t be able to handle that.
You walked around him, wiping your face of cold tears that luckily blended in with the pelting downfall of snow. “Okay.” You had to say, unable to refuse such a broken man. “Friends.”
The word friend stopped Aone where he stood. It was the last word he heard you say before he confessed to you at the bowling alley exactly a year ago, and now it was the last word he heard you say after you crushed his heart in front of a Ferris Wheel...
You kept walking further and further away from this mountain man that was so internally destroyed, he couldn’t take another step.
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It was 40 minutes later when Kenji had reached the empty Ferris Wheel lot. He saw a mountainous figure drenched in snow, its head slung down and shoulders dropped as if he was at a funeral. Kenji ran over and threw a blanket over his best friend’s shoulders, basically pushing him toward his car because he could barely move himself. On the drive, Kenji turned all of the hot air vents toward Aone so that the heat was blasting on him. The shell of a man just stared out the window like he had no purpose. Futakuchi couldn’t help but go in best-friend-protective-mode, tossing questions at him:
“I had to GPS your location after Kusa texted me! What happened?! Did Y/N break up with you, on your anniversary?! Really?! Ughhhh I knew this would happen. Aone, I’m here for you, big guy. Okay? It was me, you and the team before her, and it will be us after her, even though our season is over. I’m here. Okay? Can you please talk to me so that I know you’re okay?”
Aone didn’t answer his best friend that night, and Kenji knew it would be that way. As we all know, he is great at predicting things.
But what Kenji didn’t predict, however, was that it would be two and a half weeks until Aone would speak to anyone.... again.
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A/N: I cried several times. Would love to hear y’alls thoughts
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Aperture [1]
Hey. Remember when this blog hit 5,000 followers and I mentioned I was going to be writing something self-indulgent? The moment has finally arrived, lol. The idea spiraled way out of control before I could stop myself so here we are. This is probably not what the anon meant when they sent this in, but I couldn’t stop myself from plotting this story out. It’ll probably have around 8-10 chapters and I want to be realistic and say I’ll be able to update frequently, but there are no promises. My goal is for a new chapter every two weeks, but it’ll probably be closer to once a month. It will contain NSFW at some point, so minors do not interact. To the anon who sent this request in almost a year ago, I am so sorry this has taken me this long to write. I apologize and hope that this suffices. Without further ado, I hope you enjoy the first chapter!
“Could you lift your head and look towards the camera, please?”
Your breath was nearly whisked away from your lungs at the sight of your model’s eyes flickering towards you, the intensity swirling behind his irises rooting you to your spot. They reflected the ocean itself—deep, vibrant, and tumultuous just like rolling waves and you felt yourself drowning at sea. You could barely tear your eyes away from his ethereal beauty; from the sharp angle of his jaw, to his sinewy, sun-kissed skin. Each and every ripple of muscle resembled someone akin to a Greek statue over real life and the longer you looked at your model, the more difficult it became to stop your eyes from gazed lower…
Immediately, you brought your camera back up to your eye to conceal your reverie and took another photo, peeling the camera back to examine the frame you had just taken with more intense than you should have. “Great!” Your voice came out rushed and quick—high and pitchy. You wanted to die right then and there on the spot, but you needed to act more professional even if you couldn’t resist the temptation to ogle your client’s perfectly sculpted, perfectly nude body.
It was wrong. It was beyond heinous but, the instant Eren Jaeger walked out to your photoshoot and shed his robe, his stunning looks had been on your mind. As a professional photographer, you had seen your fair share of models, both nude and not, so why were you acting so ridiculous? There was something undeniably electric about Eren and the way he was able to express so much emotion through his eyes alone. After having worked with him for only an hour, you could definitely see why he was scouted to be a model. There was an air of shyness that radiated off him despite the wave of confidence that brimmed so brightly from within. It was cute, which felt foreign and almost like an insult when thinking about the man standing before you.
Still, you needed to maintain your composure and do your job. You could allow yourself to be dazzled by your model for a moment, but now you needed to get back to work. Standing, you exchanged a friendly smile with Eren and motioned to his hands, pointing out, “Do you mind if we get some close-up shots of the watch? I know the campaign said that they wanted a full body shot, but I’d like to give some other options…”
“Sure,” he agreed, his electric gaze never leaving your face even as he held out his wrist and loosened the tension. Immediately, you snapped into your role as the photographer and began taking photos, unaware that you inching several steps closer.
Captivated with the elegance of his long, deft fingers, you became enraptured in your own little world and mindless gave instruction and praise, your prior embarrassment all but gotten. You were unaware of the way Eren’s eyes were glued to your every expression; the way your tongue would push through your lips as you found an angle or shape you liked. As exhilarated as you were to photograph him, Eren was, in kind, just as thrilled to way the way you worked. It was difficult tot keep cool and focus on his job with the way you moved around him, the sheer delight across your face almost tangible. He had been subjected to many photographers, some good and bad, but never…
“Okay!” Your voice dragged him from his thoughts, your lips curved into a soft, gentle smile. “I think we got it? Good work, Eren. You were great.”
“Ah—thanks,” he replied, the fabric of his robe hitting his shoulders before he realized it. One of the assistants must have gotten it for him and it took him all but five seconds to realize that he was still standing before you, naked. His cheeks heated up, a tennis ball lodged in the back of his throat, but he managed to force out, “You were a good photographer. It was, uh…easy to follow your instruction.”
You were positively beaming by the time he glanced at your face, eyes wide and sparkling. “Thank-you! That means a lot, especially since I’m kind of new to working on a professional set and everything.”
“Seriously!” Eren couldn’t believe that he was still continuing the conversation—continuing to praise you, a complete and utter stranger—but here he was. Eren was not the type of person to be physically attracted to anyone right off the bat, but there was something so…mesmerizing about you that he couldn’t bring himself to stop talking. “It was a nice shoot. I didn’t even realize we were here for a couple hours.”
“Me either,” came your confession, camera clutched between your hands. “You take direction really well. Oh!” As if an idea just came to your head, you moved to the monitors behind the lights and popped out your SD card, gently sliding the chip inside the reader. Angling your chin, you glanced up at his features, your eyes shining with complete and utter excitement. “Want to see some of the shots? I usually offer to let the models see so they can view the before and after.”
“Uh…” Eren contemplated it for a moment, his mind very cognizant of the fact that he was still only wearing a robe. You seemed completely oblivious to it, which dashed some of his prior thoughts. A moment passed by until he cracked a smile and moved closer to gaze down at the computer monitor. “Sure. I don’t really get a chance to see what I can improve on, or anything.”
Your fingers clicked open the file folder, pulling up the images you had taken not even ten minutes ago. Scrolling through, your eyes darted from one side of the screen to the other as if making mental notes about which ones you wanted to save for editing, later. “Here—this one is really nice,” you said, double-clicking the image until it was pulled up for Eren to see. Despite his nudity being on full display, Eren couldn’t help but notice how…tasteful it was done. Truly, like mentioned in the job description, his focus was on the multitude of watches adorning his wrist, but there was something else about it that…
It was like you had managed to dig deep inside of him and photograph his soul; his emotions. Everything was displayed in his eyes and it took Eren a second to recognize himself. His silence made you worry, hastily bringing up, “Of course, they will look better with editing in post, but—”
Eren shook his head, cutting off your explanation before you could really begin. “No, it’s—it’s not that! Really, the photos are…” He floundered for the right word to describe what you had created; what you had managed to pull out of him and then captured on film. No other photographer had managed that before, so to see himself like that was a little…
“It’s different,” he concluded, gaze still lingering on the images on the screen. “I’m not used to seeing myself look like that. You’re an amazing photographer and I’m sort of struggling to come up with a better compliment than that.”
Visibly, you relaxed upon hearing his praise, pride swelling inside your chest when you realized that he liked the photos. “It makes it easier when my model is able to pull from within, too,” you countered, finally looking up at him after what felt like an eternity. Eren’s eyes met yours and it was like a magnetic field was drawing you closer to him, but you refrained from your urges and settled for exiting out of the photos. It took everything inside of you to swallow back the attraction and fascination that was bubbling inside of you, which only made you antsy and anxious to begin the editing process.
“Anyways, I should let you get dressed. I’m sure you’re itching to get out of here.”
“Ah, right.” Reluctantly, Eren broke eye contact first and stretched, the fabric of his thin robe inching higher against his toned thighs. You jerked your head away from him to conceal the heat crawling across your cheeks and praised whatever deity above that Eren hadn’t paid any attention to your sudden shy demeanor. He seemed to think to himself for a moment before exhaling deeply and walking off, leaving you to skim through the multitude of images you had taken.
A period of time passed because, the next thing you knew, Eren was back by your side, his silky, chocolate-colored tresses pulled back into a bun that rested at the nape of his neck. Small hairs framed his face, only fanning the fuel to his already handsome, boyish looks. You swallowed thickly and offered a smile, rising from your chair to ask, “You heading out?”
“Yeah, but I actually wanted to ask you something, first…” Eyebrow quirked, you watched Eren rock back and forth on his feet, a nervous energy teeming off of him. While the two of you knew nothing about each other outside of first and last names, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was typical behavior. He seemed to self-assured whenever he spoke. Was there something wrong with the photos after all? Before you could ask, Eren’s hand shot out and encircled around your wrist, preventing you from turning away or moving back to your computer screen. “Listen,” he pressed closer, temporarily catching you off guard with how bold he was being, “there’s a party happening later tonight. I really don’t want to go, but my manager said it’d be good for connections and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.”
“Why?” The question escaped your mouth before you could process what was happening, confusion written across your features. You didn’t pull away from his touch, however, and repeated after a moment of clarity, “You barely know me, Eren. We’re strangers. Shouldn’t you invite one of your friends?”
Eren fell silent for a moment before an uncharacteristic smirk danced across his lips. There was something fierce about the glimmer in his eyes and his body language exuded an amount of confidence he had only displayed the instant his eyes locked with your camera lens earlier that afternoon. He leaned in closer, studying the way your face heated up, before murmuring in a low tone, “I saw the way you were looking at me, earlier.”
Embarrassed, you averted your eyes to the ground. “I’m—I’m sorry! Really, I sometimes get lost in my work and you are beautiful, so I…got swept away. It was unprofessional and I swear it won’t happen again, if we happen to work together.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t like it.” Eren chuckled, the sound so dizzying that you felt yourself drawn to it—to him—like a moth circling a flame. This was a dangerous game you two were playing and you weren’t sure what kind of out come Eren was looking for. Rather, he released your hand and stepped back, the intensity gone and replaced with a softer, kinder smile. “I liked your photos,” he simply stated, his hand resting against his hip as he continued to stare at you. “And you liked what you were able to get out of me. I just thought it’d be a good opportunity to each to know one another.”
“Professionally?”
“Both,” he easily quipped with a shrug of his shoulders.
You ran a hand through your hair, teeth catching your inner cheek. “I don’t know.”
“How about this.” Eren reached for the sharp on your desk and ripped the cap off with his teeth, balancing the piece of plastic between his two lips. Before you could protest, he grabbed your hand again and began to write numbers into your palm, a string of digits staring back up at you. “When you decide what you want to do, you can text me. Even if you don’t want to go with me, specifically, it’d be a good idea to make connections. You said yourself that you’re new to the industry.”
You had said that, didn’t you? Eren’s number stared up at you, silently replaying your words from earlier like a broken record until a heavy, shaky sigh pulled from your lips. You didn’t know what his intentions were, but you figured that you could worry about that, later. Even if you couldn’t decipher Eren’s true nature, the prospect of getting your name out to more people in the industry was too tempting to ignore. “But what do I wear?” you asked weakly, watching as Eren’s features lit up like a light.
“It’s cocktail, but whatever you have should be fine. I really don’t care about what other people are wearing, either way.”
You couldn’t help but laugh genuinely at this, pointing out with amusement dripping from your tone, “Aren’t you a fashion model? Shouldn’t you care about stuff like that?”
Eren scoffed, lips twisted into a smile. “Nah. That kind of stuff is stupid.”
“But then why…?” You stopped, shook your head, and moved to the desk where your cellphone rested. Holding it up, you tilted your head to the side. “So, I’ll text you? I’ll need an address, you know.”
Eren’s name was being called from across the building—probably whoever he brought with him, you noted—but his eyes still lingered on you even as he began to step away. “It’s for seven-thirty. See you!”
You watched as he jogged away until he was completely out of sight, your heart hammering against your ribs repeatedly. You weren’t sure what the hell had just transpired, but the area where his fingers brushed your skin tingled pleasantly as an aftershock effect.
You were way, way in over your head.
#eren x reader#eren yeager x reader#eren jaeger x reader#eren scenarios#eren jaeger imagines#eren imagines#snk imagines#aot imagines#mod elle#idk what else to tag this as#i hope you guys enjoy#srry for all the eren content later#but i warned y'all that i was going to be a lil self indulgent and here it is lol
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