#i texted this to my friends at midnight and they didn't respond

[kanejbr3kker]

so last night i was thinking about that line where matthias (i think it was him? probably) tells kaz he has nothing holy in his life and kaz is just like "no you're wrong" and we all know he's thinking about inej.

and then there's that scene in the show right before they kidnap alina where kaz is in the church and that guard guy is trying to kill him and then inej matieralizes on the balcony above him so she can save his life and they're in a literal church and she's appearing above him to rescue him, basically just being the "something holy" in his life.

[pinkanonhopes]

small rant in the tags :) (ok it's actually a bit long but it's not something particularly deep or anything)

[nothing-tolose]

Foolish One.

warning: reader being so dumb bcs she always ignores every signs and dreaming too much <3

if you have criticism and suggestions to me, you can just knock my dm or send it to inbox <3

a/n: this whole fic was messed up like REALLY REALLY MESSED UP please bear w me ;) have fun anw

wc: 6K

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Cards are on the table. It's way past midnight, yet the living room is bathed in light, and laughs from your friends all over the room. Here you are, having a sleepover for four nights with your friends and now playing UNO cards with them. None of you all can sleep, that's why now you were sitting on the dining chair, with three cards on your hand.

"Ellie! It's your turn!"

You glanced at Ellie, who was sitting across the table, as Sophie called out her name. God, you couldn't help yourself but screaming inside your heart as you saw her smile on her face. Those freckles on her face, green emerald eyes, and the scar on her eyebrow, she literally got your attention.

You knew that you were already fell in love with her, ever since you saw her on Aimee's instagram story 3 months ago. Head over heels even. But one thing you can't help it from yourself everytime you fall in love, you were too afraid to reach her out. Of course, your friends giving you a lot of advice so you wouldn't be afraid to start a conversation with Ellie. You already tried on their advice, such as texting her through direct messagw but always ended up you delete it before you could even send the text.

So many negative thoughts when you tried to reach her. What if she doesn't like me? What if she call me a freak? What if she hates me? A countless what-ifs lives rent free on your mind. And it explains why you weren't close enough with Ellie, you were too afraid and too shy to start a conversation.

You knew all about her from your friends. They'd tell you what's her interest, what she likes and hates, what she afraid of, and so much more. You do realize that you can't just got her news only from your friends, so you've been following her instagram account by your not really a suspicious fake account named @/16candlesf00l. Thank God her account isn't a private account, and thank God she didn't block your account!

You've also been following her TikTok with another fake account since she was pretty famous there with around 8,000 followers she has, and that makes you can easily leave comments on every video she posts without worried about she's going to confused, you usually leaving comments like, "Oh, you're really pretty!" and other flirty remarks. Then one day, you comment, "Did you cut your hair?" and she responds with just "Yeah." Despite her brief reply, you respond enthusiastically with "Should we get married?"

A single word, 'Yeah,' had already sent you into an hour of rolling on your bed, giggling, and playfully kicking your feet against the pillows.

She didn't reply to your comment after that, and you didn't mind. At least there was a bit of interaction with you, right?

"Hey!"

Snapped back to the reality by Cassandra's tap on your shoulder, she leaned in and whispered to you, "Girl, I know you're head over heels for Ellie, but how long are you going to just stare at her, huh?"

"What-" You cast a quick glance at Ellie, unable to believe what Cassandra had just said. Yet there she was, looking back at you with that slight smile on her lips, her fingers idly playing with the cards in her hand. It was clear she had been watching you for at least a minute or two.

You quickly turned your head left and right, let out an awkward chuckle to Cassandra. Oh really, you lost your words.

"Uh- Cass- I.. Uhm, what color-" You stuttered, you started feel like this situation was fucking embarrassing especially when Ellie still looking at you, not moving even for a second. Cassandra and the others waiting you pull out your cards.

And for God's sake, you really wanted to hide yourself in a closet right now.

"Hey, why did you stuttered? It's blue, go pull out your card, babe!" Cass slapped your back (not in verbally way obviously. Immediately you pulled out your card, you didn't see the number first but the color.

You saw Ellie suddenly get up from her chair, she handed her cards to Chloe who's already won the game first, "Chloe, can you play my cards for me? Em—" she stopped, clearing her throat before she continued, "I have an emergency, I'll be back later,"

Chloe just nodded without giving her a glance, hands taking the cards. Meanwhile your eyes were never leaving her gesture leaving the dining room to backyard porch.

3 hours passed after the moment where you got caught by your friends for staring at Ellie for too long. Everyone was asleep, except you. It was really really boring because you're being the only one who can't sleep, meanwhile everyone is drowning in their own sweet dream.

The silence in Sophie's bedroom was so quiet that the ticking of the clock feels so loud here. You get up from the bed really slow and careful as you didn't want  to disturb Cassandra's sleep, as she was a light sleeper. As you made my way out of the bedroom, you cast anxious glances at Cassandra, concerned that the door might creak loudly upon opening.

You turned your heels towards the backyard porch, then leaning your back against the fence. Your hands grabbed a cigarette and lighter from your pocket. As you took a drag, you sighed, your mind replaying the moment from two hours earlier. After revealing your cards, Ellie had turn aside her gaze, yet you couldn't shake the feeling that she was stealing glances at you every few minutes.

Okay, maybe you're really delusional.

"I thought I'm the only one who couldn't sleep?"

You fixed your position and looking around to find where the voice came from, an that's when you spotted Ellie from the house, pulling on her gray hoodie as she stepped to you. Did she just talking to you? Like, for the first time ever?

Jesus, 'No fucking way,'

You chuckled, "I guess my eyes weren't in the mood for sleep," you said. She joined you, resting her arms on the railing right beside you. "So," you said as you turned and tossed the cigarette into the trash bin below the porch, "What keeps you awake from sleeping? I mean, it's three in the morning and everyone else is asleep except us."

"I don't know," she shrugged her shoulders, and you tilted your head, "You don't know?"

"Yeah, I just… I don't even know what I'm doing before I realize it's already 3 AM. I guess I was thinking about something, getting lost in it, and then I forgot it once I realized I'm still awake," As she spoke, her smile broadened and she turned her head towards you, her gaze firmly fixed on yours.

You nodded in response. You couldn't look at her directly for fear of blushing, even as you sensed her gaze from the corner of your eye. Deep down in your mind, you found it hard to believe what had just happened. The girl you had a crush on since three months ago, the girl you always adored from afar because you were too shy and afraid, the girl you've been flirted on her TikTok post comment section are the same girl who just talking to you a few seconds ago.

The atmosphere turned really awkward when neither of you continued the conversation. The only sounds were from the insects on the ground and the occasional car passing by on the street. You humming, for at least the situation wouldn't be too awkward if you do that.. maybe.

Ellie opened her mouth, "How did you met Sophie?"

"Hm?" you glance at her and gasped the next second, "Oh, Sophie! I thought you were speaking some words," you fall silent, hummed, and let out a little chuckle from your lips, "I've known her since the first year; she was my first friend at school before she introduced me to Aimee, Cassandra, and Chloe. We've gotten along ever since… until today. And.. what about you?"

"Sophie has been my friend since childhood, we were on the same school when I was 7, her dad was my father's fishing buddy for years and we were on the same neighborhood. Now she's more like my.. older sister," she stopped, before pull herself away from the railing, "But whenever I'm with her, it feels as though I'm speaking to an old woman who lives for a long time. She told everything to me, the dos and don'ts, and even offers five minutes of advice whenever she thinks I need it!"

You groans between your laugh, "Really? No way, she did the same thing to me all the time! She's truly the mom, isn't she? Oh, you know what? One day I was scammed by someone claiming to sell tickets for my favorite singer's tour. I ended up losing about 200 bucks, they blocked my numbers and didn't say anything! And she—"

"Wait, 200?!" Ellie interrupted, her tone a mix of surprise and shock. You nodded and chuckled as you saw her mouth fall open. "That's… quite a lot," she added.

"I know! Jeez, I was so dumb at that time, and Sophie was the first person I told, and she really scolded me for an entire day. She keeps bringing it up in the middle of any conversation, as if I didn't hear her the first time," you paused for a moment, taking a breath before continuing, "She even said things like 'I told you so, I damn well told you!', 'If only you had been patient, you wouldn't have been scammed', and 'With that money, you could've bought your precious expensive book,' ugh, I wasn't born for those words!" you imitated Sophie's voice, laughing lightly as you did.

You both laughed, the conversation continues as you both found a lot common in each other's interests when you mentioned your favorite comic book. You swore she's the sweetest when she's talking, eyes always locked on you, the funniest jokes she tossed, it all raises your hopes too high. Two hours flew by, until you started feeling sleepy and decided to head back to the bedroom, but when you were already laying down, the sleepy instantly gone.

You were talking to yourself in whispers before you asleep, mind keep thinking about Ellie and there was no any signs to stop thinking about her. So many wishful thoughts and imagines if you were dating her. Yet, no matter how long you could keeping her in your mind, there's always some voices showed up in your head and saying such things like;

'You really never learned from your past,'

'There's so many girls out there who maybe caught her attention,'

'It'd seem so sad if you're the only one who fell to her and she's not.'

'Aren't you afraid if she end up with someone who's not you like how the last time you fell in love?'

And you really hate those voices, trying to block them all out without giving a single damn to it. Instead, you tried to believe that things will work out with Ellie, unlike the last time when you fell for Robin—the girl who started dating someone else the day after you confessed your feelings to her.

No, you're not going to end up the same like that. Not now, not with Ellie.

"What if she confesses her feelings to me?" you mumbled, biting your lower lip as you began giggling and buried your face in the pillow, "God, I'm so fucking delusional!" although you said that, you couldn't stop for imagining if she were tell you about her feelings, going on a date to somewhere, chilling at her house or yours, and discussing about every novel you both likes.

It was so.. cute, you thought. However, you didn't realize that you were projecting those images as hopes onto yourself and it'd lead you to breaking down if you weren't aware.

You push the pillow away from your face, shifting into a side-lying position. A smile remains ever-present on your lips. You breathe in and out slowly, then closed your eyes, it's literally five in the morning and you haven't sleep.

"Have a good sleep, Ellie,"

Ugh, you did not.

Two months down the line. Returning home from Sophie's holiday house was quite late, a full day after everyone else had left. You had the option to ride with Cassandra or take up Ellie's offer, but you were waiting for your mom, who had promised to pick you up. She didn't show up for four hours, then she texted you that she would be a bit late, and you ended up waiting her until the next afternoon.

You've called her phone countless times, but she never answers. You can't turn to your dad for help either, as he's been in Greece for three months. And your brother? He would never waste his time just for drive ten hours from his place to Sophie's home and then take you to your apartment.

So, how did you managed to get home?

Ellie came back the next night after Sophie mentioned you to her. You were overwhelmed with guilt for having declined her offer to drive you home the day before, especially since she returned just to take you home, facing a five-hour drive. She knew you weren't really in a mood after waiting literally a night for your mom who texted you that she couldn't pick you up after you were already with Ellie. She knew that. That's why she made a stop at convenience store, bought a lot of foods and drinks before taking you to the closest beach for some relaxation.

You've been getting along with Ellie. Ever since the day she made sure you got home safely by driving you home, there hasn't been a day without texting, talking, and even meeting up with her. And indeed, for heaven's sake, she made you fall deeper for her, more than ever. The way she acts around you, the way she talked to you, the way she is paying her attention at you every time you tell her your story. She really keeps your hopes still high.

She always asks you to go out at least three or four nights a week, and you've never said no. After all, it's not a waste of time when the girl you have a crush on—the same one you always comment on her posts—is asking you out. Every time you went out with her, she was incredibly sweet, as if you were girlfriends. But sometimes, she'd leaving you too soon, she would be saying sorry because she had an emergency. And it wasn't just once. But you didn't mind at all since she still brought you out to any places.

Ellie would purchase everything for you; even when you babbled thoughtlessly, she would disappear for a bit and come back with an item you had mentioned in her hand. You have always warned her against purchasing such items without your consent-literally all the time, and although she agreed, she never heard your warning.

"I swear to God, Ellie. I just told you an hour ago to not buy me some things I babbled about!"

She smiled, "Oh.. really?" you scoffed, couldn't hide the smile from your lips, "You're smiling."

"Shut up, Williams!"

A couple weeks had gone by, you started to questioning yourself about what were you to her? Girlfriend? Or were you just trapped in situationship? The worse, you were only a friend to her. You couldn't find the answer. It seems like she might have the same feelings towards you. She made you flustered, made you felt like you were the luckiest person alive. On the other hand, she never mentioned what relationship you both are in right now. You couldn't even tell if you were deserve to feel hurt or not.

Despite everything, you know how to pretend you're fine when you're hurt, right..?

Now go back to the present, you found yourself resting your head on Ellie's shoulder, half-watching the netflix show on the TV. Instead of watching the show, you were busy on your own thoughts. Confused. Who are you to her? Just friends? Situationship? You knew it too well, it felt like you can call her as yours but in reality you were not.

"Everything's alright?" Ellie interrupted your thoughts as she spoke. You nodding your head in response, lied. And unfortunately you weren't good at hiding expressions. She can feel that you were far from alright.

"Are you sure?" she asked, paused the show. Then she pinched your cheeks, leaving you laughing and grabbing her wrists as you pleaded with her to stop, "You know, you can tell me if there's anything wrong. I'll help you," she added, her fingers stopped pinching your cheeks now.

You chuckled, "That's so nice of you, Williams. But trust me, nothing's wrong now."

You keep resting your head on her shoulder, your gaze wandering around her apartment. Three minutes later, you find yourself sinking back into your daydreams. About someday, when you both are older, these moments would be the things you always laugh about over the tea every morning while Ellie watching the news.

"It was so funny back then,"

"Yeah! Oh, remember when you drove me home but the you stopped at the beach!"

You huffed, realizing once more that it was all just a dream.

"Ellie," you called her name all of the sudden, with you playing with your fingers, "Yeah?"

"Do you ever... believe that if we were patient enough to wait someone we had a crush on, they'll coming to you?" you don't know, why the question was suddenly came out from your mouth.

She hummed at first, and laughed, "No.. I guess. Because, what if you were already waiting them patiently but apparently they weren't the one for you?"

You went silent, she tilted her head to you, "Why did you asked suddenly though? Did someone caught your attention for a while and you're waiting for them?" and you nods.

"Who?"

'It's you, dumbass.' you secretly rolled your eyes.

"I won't tell you," you sigh out, "I've been waiting them for these past 5 months, and for God's sake, she's too hard for me to reach!" you slammed your hands into your thighs, inviting her laugh.

"It's almost half of a year, and you still waiting?" you nods to her question, biting your lower lip and avoiding her gaze. You heard her letting out a heavy sigh, "What if they never come to you? As if their love were never gonna come either?"

You froze, losing all your words. Why was she asked you like she knew you were talking about her?

Thereafter her phone buzzed leading Ellie quickly flipped her phone like she doesn't want you to curious, "I'm going out for at least ten minutes, you don't mind?"

And who are you to said no and pleaded to stay here? You were her guest on her house, nothing more like that. In the end you answered okay, almost whispered.

You were spying her through the corner of your eye as she walked out onto the balcony and closed the door. You could see her from inside when she walked back and forth with a big grin on her face, occasionally laughing. You really wanted to know what was going on, what the conversation was about that made her laugh so freely. But you knew your boundaries; you weren't supposed to ask her personal questions.

At one time she talked too loud you could even hear it from where you sit, "You'll come back? You're kidding, right? I swear to God, Emma, I missed you so much!"

Wait, who's Emma?

Ellie looked so excited on conversation with someone she just called Emma. From what you've heard through friends, Ellie didn't have many friends, and they mentioned only Jesse, Dina, Aimee, Chloe, and Sophie when you first confessedyour feelings about Ellie to them. So.. who's Emma then?

What if she were Ellie's girlfriend? No, there's no fucking way. Five months ago your friends said she was single, so that.. can't be. You immediately get rid all your negative thoughts about the girl Ellie mentioned on her phone call.

Enough staring her too long and overthinking. You shrugged your shoulders, act like you didn't care at all, 'I shouldn't think about this.. No. Please, please, please, try to think how sweet Ellie when she's with me..'

You changed the show into the romance one, you cannot stop smiling, you dream up if those romance scenes you watched right now was you and Ellie. The thought from you think about when you were couldn't sleep at Sophie's holiday house came back, 'Will Ellie ever open up about her feelings for me?'

It was so dumb. Do you ever think like that? The answer is yes, but who cares?

Your phone buzzed, and as you glanced at the screen, a notification was displayed.

911 sophie

hiiiii babe let me tell u i'm at aimee's rn

You

helllooooo what r u doing w her?

911 sophie

aimee was about to inviting you to her house tonight, and the others too. but her phone was DEAD RN she's planning on making a whole fucking meal like.. for 6 people??!! anyway wya???? she told me to buy some foodstuff at supermarket but i'll be fucking bored if im alone since she cant go out she's too busy with her other food creation or idk whatever she called it sooooo do you want to accompany me say yes i'll pick you up RIGHT NOW

You chuckled as you saw her text. Aimee was definitely too focused on what's her doing right now. You could tell how bored Sophie was there.

You

does she invite ellie too? anw pick me up pleaseeee ms. torres;))) at ellie's house love u!

Your gaze went to Ellie's, seems like she already finished the call. It's been 4 hours since you got here, and maybe it's enough for today even though you haven't finished the show you're currently watching.

911 Sophie

yeah she invited ellie too why? huh you were at what??? ellie?? GIRL HOW

You

mmmm i'll tell u later ;p JUST PICK ME UP ALREADY

911 sophie

OH CMON okay i'll be there in 10 xo

You paused the TV show and rose from the couch, reaching for your sling bag on the floor. At the same time Ellie, had came back from the balcony, you could tell how good her mood is by her smile.

"Where are you going?" she asked, noticing that you had already slung your bag over your shoulder. She made her way over to you, her fingers were scratching her back neck.

"I… Uh… Sophie asked me to go out for buy some foodstuff.." you pointing your thumb to behind before falling silent for a moment. "Is… is it okay if I leave now?" you ask, feeling a wave of regret wash over you immediately after, cursing on yourself for even questioning why she wouldn't be okay with you leaving.

'God, I'm so weird!'

"Oh… Okay," Ellie glanced back before turning her head to stare at you, "I was about to leave as well. Where will she meet you? And maybe I can drive you—"

You cut her off, shaking your head, "Actually… she said she'll pick me up here in ten minutes." Ellie nodded in response, her mouth forming an 'O'. She made her steps into her bedroom after she smiled at you and came back with her wearing her green jacket.

Your other side was sooo curious. Where is she going? Why did she smile so happily after the call? And what made her so excited during the call earlier? Will she be with someone, or will she be alone? You don't know, and you want to know. You really want to know. Curiosity inside you feels like started to eat you up. You immediately shook your head, pushing away your curiosity. You started talking to yourself in a really low voice, as if you hadn't said anything, "I should stop doing that."

"Ellie, I…" you were staring at her as she hummed, her gaze was met yours, "I think I'm gonna wait on the front porch." You were about to make your way to the front door, but her hand grabbing your wrist stopped you. "Ellie?"

Your eyes locked on hers; her expression was different from a minute ago. It was... guilty? Sad? You couldn't even tell. What's going on now? Was this related to her call minutes ago?

"I just... want to say sorry,"

You tilted your head. Seriously, what's going on?

"So, did you mean she was saying sorry to you without explain everything?"

Now, you were in Aimee's kitchen with Sophie, picking up the conversation that had been put on hold hours earlier. Aimee was in her bathroom, and here it's only you and Sophie whereas the rest on the dining room. You did tell her everything what happened today, once you asked her who's Emma, but Sophie wasn't sure if she know that girl because Ellie never told her about Emma. You already asked Aimee too, and all she said was, "I think I've heard that name.. I don't know." they literally left you all disappointed.

"I was about to ask her why she was apologizing to me, but I couldn't because you came to pick me up," you said, rolling your eyes at Sophie, which was followed by laughter from both of you.

"Whoa, so it was my fault, young lady?" her tone was changed along with the tip of her lips moved down shaping like upside-down 'U', "Maybe she did something wrong and you didn't notice it. Don't take this seriously because I'm just trying to speculate."

You scoffed at Sophie, "I don't know, Sophie. As far as I remember, she didn't do anything wrong that would make me mad or upset," you said, turning your shoulders down and positioning the knife between the apple slices you had cut earlier.

"Try to ask later, babe. I'm pretty sure she'll tell you later," Sophie placed her hand on your shoulder, before she moved to your left side. You gave her a disagreement gesture, huffed so loudly, made her expression was changed in seconds.

"She haven't talk to me since she arrived here, Soph," head down as you resting your hands to the counter surface, "What?"

You huffed once again. Indeed, Ellie hadn't spoken to you or even glanced your way since she arrived. It was as if you had done something to pissed her off, but you hadn't. She didn't text or call you like she always did after you left her apartment, the last message was when you told her you were already at her house. You were too desperate to find an answer or even to asking her. She seemed like a different person, completely changed from when she last spoke to you hours ago.

You both went back to dining room, sitting right next to each other while Ellie was sitting in front of you. She didn't give you a single glance, as if you weren't there. It's not like what she did when the night at Sophie's holiday house back then. She checked her phone every 10 minutes like she's waiting something important.

Your eyes were never left her gestures during the dinner. Even when your friends tried to talk to you, you just answered them briefly because you weren't in the mood to talk. Twenty minutes later, Ellie excuses herself and leaves everyone else, including you. She takes her steps to the kitchen. You see her hiding her smile by biting her lip.

Does she even realize you're here?

"Is everything okay?" asked Chloe, sitting next to you. "You seem a bit off, and I noticed Ellie haven't been talking to you either. Is there something wrong between you two?" she moved her chair so she can move closer to you.

"We're fine," you claim, but it's not entirely true. You might be pretending, yet you're actually okay with Ellie since you've never argued before. Chloe grunts, sensing the dishonesty in your words.

"I know you're lying. C'mon, you can be honest with—"

You shake your head, you don't want this conversation to continue too far. Enough for tonight. "We're really fine, Chloe. Believe me."

Chloe nods, she's back to her position, "Okay then. But still, tell me—no, I mean, please tell us if something's wrong with you two, we can help."

You excused yourself to the bathroom, but Ellie's voice in the kitchen halted your steps. You never realized what are you doing in front of the bathroom door, until you found yourself leaning on the wall right next to the kitchen where you heard her voice. She sounded so happy, laughs between her words, saying jokes that she had already told you.

The ache in your heart was undeniable. Who could she be talking to on the phone? Emma, perhaps?

You bite your lower lip, your hands wiping away the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes. You enter the bathroom and sit on the toilet, head bowed.

"Why does it hurt so much? I'm just her friend, right?"

Right, you had no right to be jealous or hurt when Ellie never thought about you being her girlfriend even though she treated you like one.

The next day, neither Ellie nor you started the conversation on messages like you two always did every morning. It felt so empty to you as you woke up and didn't find any signs of Ellie texting you.

You did your morning routine as usual without giggles and smiles. Everything went too quiet. You didn't mumbled or even talking to voice notes that you'e always sent to Ellie.

As night fell, time passed quietly. You didn't venture out, choosing instead to isolate yourself from the world, turned on the do not disturb mode on your phone even though Ellie hadn't sent any messages. The conversation remained where it was left off yesterday morning.

You couldn't resist the urge to text her, yet it all seemed no use when you deleted every word you were about to send.

You walked back and forth in your bedroom, hand holding the phone as your fingers scrolling through TikTok. None of the videos you watched, all you did was scroll and scroll, not really in a mood though but you were bored. Really bored.

Fingers stopped as you saw the profile picture, recognizing it too well, more than your own profile picture. It wasn't a video, but photos with a song called 'The Perfect Pair'. You knew who the figure in the photo was: auburn hair, sitting in the driver's seat, wearing the same jacket you saw yesterday, and the gray baseball cap she always wears.

Your eyes caught the other figure: long wavy ginger hair, sitting in the passenger seat, her hand holding the person you recognized before. God, your heart was beating faster than you could pant.

Slowly you sit on the floor, leaning onto your side bed.

You saw the caption, 'Soft launch' with some hashtag she always put in there. And the user she tagged, @/user3291emms.

That was the time you felt like something crashed your heart and broke into hundreds pieces. You know if you were too curious, you'll get the consequences. You opened the comment section, there was she commented on her own post, 'Welcome back to Boston, sweetheart.'

You feel like you're the most foolish girl who ever lived. Suddenly, you remember something that you had forgotten when you had a conversation face to face with Chloe.

"I heard from Dina, Ellie had been talking to someone for a while, the girl named Emma or something."

You didn't listen to Chloe that day because you were too busy adoring Ellie, who was playing her guitar far from you. You cursed yourself, mind repeating all those moments you always thought it meant nothing to you and her. All those moments became signs that Ellie wasn't the one.

The moment when she excused herself in the middle of UNO games, the moment when she always left too soon after she took you out, the moment when she was on the call on the balcony and she got too excited. The moment she was about to go, she was going to pick up Emma from the airport. And when she left the dinner party earlier than others, she was going on a date with Emma.

You were crying so hard, you put your phone right beside you while you buried your face between your arms.

"How could I not see the signs?" you spoke between your tears.

The voices in your head were right; you never learned anything from the past. Now, the voices were telling you why did you always ignore the signs. Because you were too busy loving someone, which led you to forget the worst-case scenario if they weren't loving you as you did to them.

Maybe you'll finally learn your lesson.

You sit there alone on the bench, at the park that Ellie always used to take you. Eyes never leaving two figures from afar, they seemed having fun on their own. Ellie hugging Emma tightly, giving her a lot of kisses while laughing at something. Thoughts of imagining if Emma were you came, which immediately you push away.

Ellie never texted you again or called you, or even talking to you, and you were trying to get used to it. Every single day, you tried to resist the urge to check the messages that had started to be abandoned.

You smiled slightly, you stood and picking up your bag, ready to leaving the park soon. Taking a small step into the exit.

You didn't know, Ellie noticed your existence right after she's done hugging Emma. Her eyes locked on your gestures, she didn't move even for an inch. As you get up from the bench, she did the same thing like she was about to take her step to you.

Oh, she did it anyway. Your wallet dropped without your knowledge. Ellie told Emma to wait for a minute and hurried over to you. She picked up your wallet and noticed the Polaroid of you and her from when she took you to the beach before. Something stirred in her chest as she wondered why you still held onto the Polaroid despite her having hurt you by avoiding you like a completely stranger.

"Hey, your wallet dropped," she tapped your shoulder twice, before you turned around.

You were surprised, Ellie was right standing in front of you. After all these months of being a stranger to each other, she showed up suddenly. You cleared your throat, took the wallet immediately, and put it in your bag. "Thanks," you said.

Everything went quiet again between you two, none of you were talking or leaving.

You felt like the goodbye was screaming in the silence. You seeing the visions of the past, maybe you just got her longing glances while Emma got her rings. You huffed, doesn't know if this was the last time you'd see her or not.

"Ellie," her smile disappeared as you called her name.

"Is it okay if I tell you that I still love you even though we haven't talk since Emma came to Boston? I'm sorry, Ellie. But I couldn't bear my feelings," you confessed to her, all those words just out from your mouth.

With furrowed eyebrows, she averted her gaze before fixing it on yours. "And would it be too late if I told you that I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for these past few months, even after avoiding you? God, I wish I could have told you sooner."

Your eyes widened. Just before you could say something, she left, leaving you all alone with her words lingering in your mind until God knows when.

a/n: i made this because i just found out that the girl that i had a crush on for months already have a girlfriend <3 (i've been crying nonstop) ANYWAY big thanks to taylor swift for the names <33333

[facefullofsadness]

poly!aespa comforting you

gf!aespa x reader, university!au

fluff, 1.6k wc

quite frankly, I've had a terrible ass fucking day and honestly, the thought of just collapsing into the arms of my 4 gfs is such a pleasant thing to think ab. small warning for mentions of deteriorating mental health. enjoy (I love them so much).

your classes today span from 7 am to 7 pm, coming back home, however, just before midnight, having had to work on extra assignments or what not. you were so fucking exhausted, you didn't even get good sleep last night and had to wake up early too. your girlfriends were already home, aeri and minjeong in the kitchen while yizhuo and rina cleaned the house, all of them waiting for you to come home.

you'd usually be back by 8 or 9 during these 7-7 days, but once the clock hit 10, your girls started to worry. winselle had already been done a while ago with the food and ningrina had finished cleaning by the time they all realized you hadn't come home yet. jeong immediately texted you, asking if you were okay, a worried expression on her face. the unnies felt their heart drop to their stomach imagining the worst, the two of them exchanging a look of worry. ningyi was borderline hysterical, verbalizing everything wrong that could've happened to you, which ranged from rambling ab if your phone had died or lost signal to if you had gotten into an accident on the way home or someone had taken you.

her hysteria didn't help at all and just made all of them worry even more. rina tried to be level-headed about it and give rational explanations, to which everyone agreed. but the worry didn't subside once it turned 11. they all started becoming paranoid as fuck. and so, rina texted you, aeri called you, jeongie dm'd your socials, and yizhuo contacted all your friends. they had to figure out where you were and most importantly, if you were okay.

when honestly in reality, you just had ur phone on silent, not touching it, just trying to power through all the fucking piles of work you had to finish. when you finally did, you packed your shit and booked it, not even glancing at your phone and b-lining home, wanting to feel the warm embrace of your gfs. you finally made it to the door of your shared apartment, leaning your forehead against the hardwood and sighing. your temples throbbed and eyes heavy with exhaustion, your body barely able to move atp. but you gathered enough energy to dig for your keys and unlock the door.

the girls perked up when they heard the locks rattle. ning raced for the door and swung it open before you could unlock it, colliding her body with yours and burying her face into your winter coat.

"where have you been?!" she would exclaim, voice muffled by your clothes.

"ningie, that's enough, at least let her come in," rina said behind her, pulling both of you inside and closing the door.

she pulled away, and the four girls crowded around you, their eyes full of worry but relief as well. you ignore their gazes and rid of your outerwear, removing your shoes, taking off your bag, and slipping out of your coat. they followed you as you dragged yourself to the living room and collapsed on the couch face first. they all jumped a little when you suddenly screamed into the armrest, letting out your stress and pent up exhaustion.

aeri was the first to reapproach you, pulling your limp body up to face her, her kneeling down beside you on the couch.

"you okay baby?" her voice gentle but lined with so much concern.

you closed your eyes at the feeling of her fingers brushing your hair, suddenly feeling tears well up in your eyes. no, you wanted to say, I'm so overwhelmed and stressed and today fucking sucked. but the sheer amount of exhaustion and dread washed over you, making u unable to respond and also start sobbing softly.

ur quiet cries didn't go unheard, the three other girls standing around you on the couch feeling their heart break at the sight of you, just absolutely shattered. aeri's jaw clenched and her eyebrows dropped, immediately pulling you up against her body, you shoving ur face into her neck. the other girls joined just as fast, feeling minjeong move under you so u sat on her lap, your back being hugged by ning, aeri letting you cry into her.

rina crouched down in front of you and rested her chin on your thigh, holding one of your hands with her own, using her free hand to caress your cheek and brush the hair out of your face. the five of you cuddled in silence, your sweet gfs just letting you release all your pent up emotions, feeling emotional themselves watching you so broken.

you were in such a devastated state, crying and aching, feeling so tired and wanting to sleep but being so fucking hungry that your stomach hurt. but even in this moment, despite barely able to breathe thru ur clogged nostrils, the only thing you're able to hear is white noise and the sound of your hiccups, shaking against gigi's sweater, jeongie's lap, yizhuo's hold, and jimin's hands, god, you felt so loved.

you felt so cared for, so adored, so safe, so comforted, so warm. rina leaving the gentlest kisses on ur leg and hands, aeri placing small pecks on ur forehead and hair, minjeong caressing your skin under your shirt, and ning holding you in the most comforting embrace, mumbling to herself against your back ("oh my sweet sweet girl, I'm so sorry you feel so broken, I love you so much :((("). they felt so good, so sweet, like home.

sitting there for minutes to hours, just holding onto you like their precious baby (you are), never leaving your side for a second, making sure every inch of your body was paid attention to. it made you melt further and further into them, something u needed desperately in this moment (it's also cold as fuck outside). u stopped crying on your own, feeling the tears stain ur cheeks as they slowly stopped falling from your eyes, sniffling to recollect yourself (and not leave gross remnants on ur gf's givenchy sweater).

the sound of ur soft giggle made all of them look at u. you sniffle once, twice, hiccup, before mumbling loud enough onto giselle's skin, "fuck."

they all let out an amused chuckle or sigh, rubbing at your skin, your back, patting your head or hair, anything, anywhere, just touching you and making sure you feel their love and affection for you.

"I hate to ruin your designer aeri..." you pull back slightly away from her neck, bringing a hand up to brush at your nose.

"don't even worry your pretty little head about it my love, are you kidding? I don't care about this, especially not when I have the most precious thing in the world right here," she states so sweetly, kissing ur stained cheeks.

"I wet it..." u hiccup.

"it's not like it's the first time you've cried into this sweater. except, it was for other reasons," aeri snickers next to your ear.

karina scowls, winter grimaces, and ningning bellows with laughter. you playfully hit her shoulder and roll your tired eyes as she smiles at you with that adorable and sweet :] shaped grin of hers. jimin taps your thigh and you look down at her, "tough day?"

you nod your head with a heavy sigh, the two younger girls following it up with rubbing your body caringly.

"you should rest princess, let's get you relaxed, okay?" yizhuo behind you rests her chin on your shoulder and says against your ear, the other girls nodding in agreement.

you let out a silent but audible okay before your girlfriends get to work. helping you get cleaned up and out of your clothes you've been in all day, getting you water and electrolytes to replenish the amount of tears you shed, feeding you dinner, getting you ready to sleep in your bed. they all do this in such blissful and comfortable silence, putting your mind at ease and peace as to not stimulate your overwhelmed form any further. they were so calm and patient with you, speaking softly and treating you gently, making sure you were okay with every little simple yet thoughtful thing they did to and for you.

as the girls discussed silently with one another who would stay with you for the night, your weak voice raised from behind them, immediately grabbing their attention.

"please, I need all of you with me tonight. please stay with me?"

the desperation and sorrow in your voice made their hearts ache. they love you so much, like so fucking much. so of course, they did. all of you cuddled up together in karina's big bed, you snuggled up nice, tight, and warm in the center. the soft noises the girls around you made as they slumbered, making sure they had some part of their body touching yours, never wanting to feel you apart from them.

"sleep baby," minjeong's soft cute voice emerges from the dark, her face digging into your neck and placing the sweetest kisses against your skin, "you deserve every bit of rest in the universe."

a smile creeps onto your face hearing her genuine adoring words towards you. you hum contentedly in acknowledgement, shifting closer to the sleepy girl next to you. drifting off to sleep with an exhausted figure, droopy eyes with dark bags, aching heart, overwhelmed mind, but the bestest girls loving you, right by your side, all yours, all theirs.

[yenonnoff]

r. suna (oneshot) — one last time

pairing: suna rintaro x reader

content: mild angst, established relationship/ex lovers

word count: 2.4k

synopsis: unable to sleep, you impulsively decide to call your ex-boyfriend, suna rintaro

a/n: my first one shot !! thank u to everyone who’ll be reading this (this is my first time writing for suna so forgive the potential ooc)

“hello?”

the beeping ceased and a familiar voice came from the other side of your phone.

your breath hitched instantly—it’s been so long since you’ve heard his voice. slowly, you managed to respond, “hi, rin. it’s y/n.”

for a moment, a pause shifted between the two of you, neither one saying a word. you close your eyes in anticipation. perhaps you should’ve said more; perhaps you should’ve given a reason as to why you’d called him so unexpectedly, so spontaneously. you should’ve, but you didn’t.

on his end, you heard papers shuffling accompanied by the sound of a pencil dropping. he was doing homework even while it was past midnight—typical of him. you resisted a somber smile, memories of late night calls together flooding your mind.

rin’s voice cuts through the intolerable silence, something you were grateful for.

“oh, i thought i recognized the phone number,” he said.

his nonchalant tone pained you—his words hurt you even more. you knew the implications: he had deleted your phone number and had already moved on. as you squirm over your impulsive decision to call him, rin thinks nothing of it. clearly, you weren’t over him, and he knew that.

“why’d you call me, y/n?”

you almost didn’t respond, too distracted by his lulling voice saying your name.

“the chemistry professor wanted me to pass you a message. the final project isn’t due next week, it’s due at the end of the month. oh, and that you also left your notebook in his class,” you state hastily.

you had prepared precisely for how to reply in this exact situation. obviously you couldn’t call him out of nowhere—you needed an excuse. even while your mutual friends, osamu and atsumu, had warned you not to reach out, you still did. now you were going to find out whether it was worth it or not.

you heard rin release a soft breath, the sound of his squeaky chair accompanying it.

“so you called to tell me that?” he asked plainly. underneath his unperturbed tone, you sensed his confusion and mild curiosity.

when you didn't immediately respond, he continued, “you could’ve sent an email or a text message.”

you bite your lips—so that’s what he thinks of the current situation. of course you had thought about that before calling him. the fear of him seeing right through your excuse plagued your mind as you hovered over the call button. in the back of your mind, you knew you should’ve just emailed or texted him to relay the professor’s message. however, a part of you detested that idea. it reminded you of how you were just classmates now; just acquaintances with mutual friends; just strangers during passing period.

you exhaled heavily, mumbling something underneath your breath as your eyebrows furrowed with exhaustion. maybe you could be honest—was there really anything to lose? keeping your voice steady, you said, “i could’ve, but i just wanted to call you.”

for a while there was nothing but silence. you contemplated ending the call until rin asked, “is that so? or was it because you couldn’t sleep, y/n?”

closing your eyes again, you tugged your blanket closer to your body. he was correct—of course he was correct. you blame the sight of your empty bed; the sight of the neat, gray pillow that he would always hog; the sight of the uncluttered nightstand that he would constantly dump his belongings on, for your impulsive decision to call him. even now, you couldn’t sleep, haunted by the memories of him laying next to you.

your voice became quieter, your eyelids falling loose. “yes and no. you’re right, i couldn’t fall asleep and had wanted to call you, but i didn’t lie about the professor’s message or your notebook.”

“y/n,”—rin’s voice hasn’t changed ever since you’d called him—“do you want me to stay on call with you until you fall asleep? just one last time?”

you paused before replying, a bittersweet smile forming on your face. “yes, if you don’t mind.”

you hear rin pick up some papers and set them aside. you knew what came next: he would reach underneath his desk and pull out a folder containing his lyric sheets and guitar chords. pulling your knees closer to your chest, you couldn’t bear the suffocating nostalgia.

“are you still working on that new song?” you asked hesitantly.

humming in response, rin continued to scribble god knows what down on his paper. maybe they were lyrics or new ideas that had just popped into his head. even while the two of you were still in a relationship, you didn’t get the chance to ask him much about the song. as curiosity swirled around inside your mind, you found yourself in agonizing regret.

however, now you do have the chance to ask him. what genre is the song? what was the inspiration? you smiled to yourself, readjusting your position on the bed. you were filled with boundless inquiries that will never see the light of day—you made sure of it. it pained you, but you were okay with keeping your peace; after all, you didn’t want to remind him (and partly yourself) of the reason why you broke up. surely you’d discover the answers to your numerous questions after the song is released. it’d be easy: you’d just need to ask the internet and boom, you’d have your answers. still, it’s different when you’re asking him directly and hearing the answers from him, and only him.

biting the inside of your cheek, you close your eyes to the sound of rin tapping his fingers rhythmically against his desk, an old habit of his.

truthfully, the answer wasn’t very complicated: the two of you were just too different. it sounds simple, but underneath that was a challenge that even you two couldn’t overcome. your future profession requires you to be active, present in one location, while rin—an aspiring musician—plans on signing gigs and touring around the world. you loved him for that, and because of that love, you ended things with him.

you sucked in a breath.

maybe… rin also felt the same way. maybe he also loved your enthusiasm and passion, but wondered if his absence would hurt you. maybe that was why he had agreed to your breakup proposal without any ounce of doubt or hesitation. in that moment, you didn’t ask why he seemed so unbothered, you simply took your belongings and left. you should’ve asked—you really wanted to know.

when rin spoke, his voice startled your eyelids open. “have you been having trouble sleeping, y/n?”

there it was again, the sound of him saying your name. you blink away the memories, replying, “yeah. it’s just stress building up, that's all.”

before, it wasn’t so bad—you had rin after all, you would call him and he’d stay on the phone with you until you fell asleep. however, now it was different. you no longer have the comforting sound of his soft breathing lull you to sleep; you were stuck with the silence of your dorm room and the bitter aftertaste of loneliness.

still, you were going to be okay. you have to be okay—not only for yourself, but also for rin. you knew how he’d react if he discovered your numerous sleepless nights.

sitting up in your bed, your fingers traced shapes on top of your blanket. you weren’t going to fall asleep any time soon anyway.

randomly, you broke the silence, “the chemistry professor is really strict, isn’t he?”

you heard rin’s quiet voice from the other side of the phone. “yeah,” he said, “i definitely failed the presentation on friday.”

laughter seeped through your lips. you didn’t mean to, but you couldn’t deny that he did actually fail the presentation—it was the truth. catching your breath, you mused lightheartedly, “what did you expect from pairing up with atsumu?”

quietly, rin sighed—you could bet a fortune that he was currently furrowing his eyebrows. “the man was saying complete nonsense. the things he said weren’t even on the slides.”

you nodded, there was no denying that either. however, you had to give atsumu some credit for his public speaking skills. he may have received a zero in the informational section, but you were confident he aced the speaking and clarity portion with flying colors.

“maybe we should cut him some slack,” you said. “he did make the professor laugh a couple times with his jokes.”

“awful jokes you mean.”

you smiled. “extremely awful—but i’m pretty sure they helped both of you score some extra points.”

you heard rin relax in his seat, his chair squeaking with fatigue. “do you think i’d have a better chance at passing if i paired up with osamu instead?”

you groan almost instantly at the mention of your partner’s name. while dealing with osamu was 73% better than his blond haired, high maintenance twin brother, osamu was the one who contributed largely to your many sleepless nights.

“based on your groan, i’ll take that as a no,” rin remarked teasingly.

you heaved a sigh. how cruel he was for finding the situation entertaining… as you remembered all the nights where you stressed over the presentation with osamu mercilessly (and unhelpfully) watching you on facetime, you felt a cold shiver down your spine.

“hey,” rin said, his voice lacking any mirth from before. “i thought you did really well. your presentation was good, don’t worry about it.”

your shoulders relaxed and you whispered a quiet “thanks.” he really was cruel; was he even aware of how genuine and considerate he just sounded? probably not, he was like this during your relationship as well. one of the reasons you fell for him was because of how effortlessly caring he was—and it seems, still is.

after a while, you said, “well, positively speaking, osamu does his part well, i guess. he bought me a lot of food during that time too, so he’s not that bad, i guess.”

you heard another one of rin’s quiet chuckles. “you can’t compliment him and then end with ‘i guess,’ y/n.”

“why don’t you try complimenting atsumu then?” perhaps you sounded more irked than intended, but secretly, you were smiling with amusement.

there was a pause until rin eventually said, “that’s hard. he’s just an attention hogger.”

you grinned pleasingly. “that’s true. maybe that’s why he’s dragging me to that party tomorrow.”

“oh, that party? you’re going to it?”

a wave of unease washed over you and you reached to pull your blanket closer. you hummed in response, weary of where the conversation was headed.

“is that so? have fun then.” he said. “take care of yourself and wait before driving. i’m more worried about you than atsumu,” he added with a chuckle.

his voice had remained the same: nonchalant and rin-like—but this time, there were hints of tenderness in there. he really was cruel for catching you off guard like that.

“you aren’t going?” you asked.

“atsumu asked me to go, but i’m busy that day. i’m visiting the studio to finish up the song.”

your silence felt like an eternity, your words getting caught in your throat.

“are you worried about going? if anything goes wrong just call me,” he said as if it had been the easiest thing in the world.

now you really didn’t know what to say. he was so, so, so irritatingly cruel.

“thank you, rin. i’ll make sure atsumu doesn’t pass out and that we get back to the dorms safely.”

“no problem, i hope you have fun.”

you hummed, allowing silence to seep into the conversation. it was nice of him to say that, but deep down, the two of you both knew this was your last phone call together.

reaching towards your nightstand, you turned off your lamp. when you settled back into bed, you said plainly, “i should probably go to sleep now.”

you waited for him to respond, but all he said was a simple “yeah.”

“thanks for staying on call with me, i appreciate it.”

“don’t mention it.”

you smiled. “good night, rin.”

for the next couple of minutes you laid there silently, recalling the previous moments on call with him. you thought about all the laughter the two of you shared, along with all the remarks and silly comments exchanged throughout.

before, you wouldn’t have dared to call him or even speak of him, too sad to consider what it’d be like if you did. now, you wondered how your past self would react upon witnessing what you’d just done.

rin had spoken to you so kindly—so reassuringly. in reality, there was nothing for you to fuss about. to him, he was just glad to hear you’ve been doing well (minus a couple sleepless nights). it’s hard to say whether you’re friends again or not, but you were certainly more than acquaintances.

slowly, your eyelids felt heavier and you drifted off to sleep. you wondered how you’d feel in the morning: overwhelmed? energized? or would you still feel empty and stuck as if you were at a dead end? would there be a sense of accomplishment or disappointment at all the unanswered questions left after the call ended?

what was your relationship with him now?

that night you slept soundlessly, you didn’t even notice your alarm blaring at you to wake up in the morning. however, strangely you didn’t feel anything when you awoke—not even annoyance at your troublesome alarm. it was just another day, but with the exception of your friend atsumu dragging you to a party.

as you reluctantly got ready and returned to make your bed, you were reminded of your phone call with rin. what was your relationship with him? you hesitated to answer that question, freezing as you held your blanket in your hands. hastily, you tidied your sheets and rearranged your pillows.

did it really matter? all you could think about was how, regardless of being broken up, rin still cared for you enough to stay on the phone until you fell asleep. he wasn’t angry or defensive, he was just worried. what kind of relationship you had with him now didn’t matter—you and him care for one another and that’s all that matters.

a smile formed on your face and you got ready to meet up with atsumu. when you grabbed your shoes, your phone rang and you saw a familiar number.

you couldn’t help but burst into laughter. maybe you were excited to go to the party after all.

“sorry, ‘tsumu. i’m coming right now!”

additional a/n: TYY for reading this 😘😘 i asked may @kqbukimono for advice on what u’d do if u called ur ex but she said he wouldn’t have done it in the first place such great help right 😬 (jk ily) + the title is inspired by the song one last time by summer salt !!

[woozvc]

notice you

1.0 (season finale)

word count - 1.8k ish

you keep your phone down for a while. me and vernon replays in your head. maybe it's the stress from the interview being released or maybe it's something else, suddenly you're laying in bed like a motionless doll staring at the ceiling. events from your meet up with vernon replay in your head.

how when he saw u walk over to him he broke out in the biggest smile ever. how he didn't immediately hand you your wallet, instead took his time to ask how you were and if you had eaten. when you said no he responded

" I know a place nearby let's go"

"oh it's okay we don't have to I've already made u come all the way here just to give me my wallet"

"I want to hang out with you let's go"

I want to hang out with you. he wanted to spend time with you with or without the wallet. but surely it didn't mean much?

you guys stop by a nearby cafe, it's small with no one around. the smell of freshly made ramen fills your nose as u remember you hadn't eaten at all.

both of you sit down and make small talk about life, goals, the future and what not. vernon is genuine in his answers, that's something you admired about him since the first time you both met.

admire, that's the word u use when u see vernon.

admiration fills your eyes when he talks about his love for music and his passion.music has been your life goal since forever, and you wouldn't give up being an idol for anything. it was nice knowing that someone you look upto also feels the same. it felt comforting that he also felt the effect of music.

admire, that's the word you use for vernon when he offers to take a walk around the river after you finish eating.

he's a bit awkward, it's very evident. both of you clueless as to if this is okay, adrenaline pumping in your blood at the thought of being caught. but for some reason you didn't care, not when you're with him.walking around with him felt natural, something about him feels familiar, it feels comfortable.

admire, the word both of you use when you finally say goodbye.

it's around midnight and the river area is getting crowded with college kids having picnics with their friends. that's when you both decide to head home. it's comfortable, but there's a feeling of longing. you want to stay there with him but you know u can't. "I'll see you around" leaves your lips as u walk away, clutching your wallet in your hand.

admire, that's the word vernon used for you when he saw you debut showcase for the first time on his YouTube for you page.

he was bored, he has nothing else to do. autoplay helped though, he heard an unfamiliar melody fill his ears and suddenly he was watching all your videos on your channel for the next 2 hours.

admire, the word vernon uses to hide the fact he didn't just notce you, he admired you.

"sometimes things are better left unsaid" you both think as you turn your phones off, last texts never getting sent.

synopsis - you get invited to your first MAMA awards after debuting as a soloist. a dream come true for u. your fans are ecstatic but they can't help but notice how this one idol keeps stealing glances at u......and you can't ignore it either.

pairing — vernon x gn!reader

genre/s — smau, idol au, fluff, minor angst

warnings — a lot of cursing

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note — Y'ALL I'M SORRY FOR MAKING THE FINALE SO ANGSTY BUT I PROMISE SEASON 2 WILL BE BETTER PLEASE FORGIVE ME. but yes omg we finally ended season 1!! I didn't know this series would blow up as much as it did and I'm so grateful. this series will be on hold for a while, I'll focus on my other series which is coming up and more one shots but this WILL RETURN!! thank you for loving notice you as much as I do <3

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[jellyfishoreo1206]

I really wasn't expecting so many people to like my Mirage x reader so much! I'm glad you guys liked it!

Though this is a rewrite, because I accidentally deleted the original. I'm still a little salty about it but it's whatever

Though there will be a small few changes that aren't updated in the part 1, but nothing much, just how the text will be colored. And some inconsistent POV changes

Y/N-Pink

Mirage-Blue

Noah-Orange

But anyway, here's part two!

Part one is here btw

Meeting Mirage ;)

Warnings: Suggested drug usage, language

"So is there a reason why we're walking instead of taking your car?" Currently right now, Y/N, who was about to go to bed several minutes ago, is now walking the empty streets of Brooklyn with Noah right beside her. And in addition of that, a blindfold for some reason that she's still trying to figure out. It was nearly midnight and this man literally just told her he had something important to show her. Many questions asked, and no answers yet.

He just kept responding with, 'you'll see when we get there', which is slowly starting to tick her off. And to make it just a little worse, she's still in her PJ's, a black tank top, some baggy white sweatpants that aren't even hers, and some worn out spiderman slippers. And it's fucking cold.

"It's close by, not even that long of a walk."

"It better be, because I swear to God Noah if whatever you're about to show me is something stupid I'm going to fucking kick you."

"I swear it's not."

"Also why did it have to be at night? Why not early in the morning?!"

"Because it couldn't wait until early in the morning!"

"Mhm, yeah right. You didn't even let me have time to put on a jacket. It's fucking cold."

"It's summer."

"You know how cold I am naturally!"

"Wouldn't be surprised if you were a lizard."

"Maybe I am, maybe I'm just befriending you so I can slowly take over humanity! Maybe so I can lick all the things I want without getting weird looks from people because it'll all be lizards!"

It was quiet for a moment, before the pair started to laugh at the comment. Sometimes they can't take each other seriously. It's always one of the two that makes the most random comments to ever been said.

"I'll get you some of those croissant thingys from that bakery you like. As a, 'Sorry for dragging you out of your apartment to show you something' apology."

"You better, you mother fucker...and bring some milk too."

"You're the only person I know that likes milk as a beverage."

"Hey! You can make all kinds of shit out of milk! It's not weird to like it as a beverage. Hell, you were drinking it out of your mother once!"

"Never say that sentence ever again."

Sooner or later, they finally arrived at their destination. With the jingling of keys, Noah unlocks a door before gently pulling her into the building. She was immediately hit with the smell of oil, the fumes of paint, and the smell of gas. Wherever they are, Y/N's guessing they're in Noah's garage.

Now, Noah was nervous, the whole entire time they walked here, he was fidgeting with his finger every so often. He fears how his best friend will react to Mirage, and hoping, hoping it's a good reaction. Though, it might be a small chance, but that's not stopping him from praying to the point someone passing by will probably think he's a little crazy.

"Heyyy you're back! And you brought the pretty lady too~" Now Y/N wasn't expecting another person to be here. She thought it would just be the two of them. Not that she was complaining, maybe this important thing needed someone to look after it so it wouldn't break or something.

Though in reality, it's a huge 12ft robot chilling on the floor, waiting for the both of them. But she doesn't know that. Yet.

"Y/N, I want you to me-"

Noah was cut off by Mirage, a pout on his face as he crosses his arms. "Nu uh man! Lemme have this one!" He quickly clears his throat, with a flirtatious smirk replacing that pout in seconds.

"The names Mirage, bonita~ But you can call me yours~" There was a playfulness in his tone, and to Y/N, he seemed very confident and outgoing. Maybe a little flirty, but that's fine with her. Though he does sound rather young, maybe around the same age as Noah? (I don't know how old he is, but I'm guessing maybe around 19-21, also reader is like 6 years older than Noah) And what a strange name, maybe it's a nickname he likes to go by.

"That's the most cheesiest line I've ever heard in my entire life." Y/N let's a chuckle slip through, snapping out of her little mind rant, a small smile making it's way onto her lips.

"Hey I spent a good amount of time on that! Plus, it's not that cheesey.."

"..Was that too cheesey?"

"Dude you're the one who came up with it, not me."

"But you're supposed to be my wingman here! I scratch your back, you scratch mine." There was a small stare down between the two, before Noah sighed.

"...okay maybe it was a little too cheesey-"

"I may not be able to see, but you guys are horrible at whispering."

Y/N was still standing somewhat next to Noah, arms crossed over her chest as she waited for their so called secret conversation to be over with. All the things she wants do is to go to sleep and enjoy her day-off the next day. That's all she asks for.

"Anyway, what's that important thing you wanted to show me, Noah?" She goes to remove the blindfold, but was stopped by a frantic Noah holding her wrists in a soft, but firm, grip.

"Shit! S-Sorry, it's just.." Noah sighs out in frustration, letting go of Y/N's wrists. "I gotta tell you something before I show you the thing." Said woman raised her brow at Noah's behavior. Now's she getting a little worried for what the hell Noah might show her.

"It's.. It's not something illegal, right?"

"No!" He pauses for a few seconds, "At least I don't thin-"

"NOAH-??"

"Right. So, uh, I think it's best if you just..see for yourself?"

"Why do you sound so unsure." Finally glad to be able to take off the damn fabric, Y/N looks at her surroundings, blinking rapidly to adjust her eyes. Her suspicions of being in Noah's garage was correct. But what she wasn't expecting was a huge metal being sitting in the middle of the room, optics on her with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Hey~"

It takes a few seconds before her mind could catch up, her expression blank. When the scene in front of her processed completely, she immediately turned around, walking towards the door with fast and hurried steps.

"Nope. Nu-uh. Not dealing with this shit tonight. Fuck this shit. I'm out. Peace. Adíos. Goodbye forever. So lon-"

"Y/N wait c-come back!"

"And I will walk 500 miles, and I'll walk 500 more-" Grabbing onto the handle, she tries to open it. Only thing was the door jammed repeatedly. "Fucking shit."

"Ouch, they never treated E.T like this." He pouts, dramatically putting the back of his hand to his forehelm. Now he was kind of expecting her to scream or least for her to faint, but this reaction was more amusing.

"Just let me, uh, us explain-!" Noah forcefully put himself between Y/N and the door, holding out his arms so she wouldn't try to go around. A staredown ensues.

"Please..?" Shrugging his shoulders a little with an unsure smile on his face, his attempt to make himself as convincing as possible. With a sigh, she nods, backing away from the door with slight hesitation. Turning back to the robot in question, Mirage has a bubbly smile on his face, optics lighting up.

"There you go! I ain' gonna hurt you," The mech coos teasingly. "Quite a show you put up though, ever thought of doing stand-up comedy?"

Y/N was still a bit tense, looking at the bot in caution. She doesn't even know what to do in a kind of situation like this. Hell, what do you even do in a kind of situation like this?

But despite that, Noah seems to know, Mirage was his name? He seems to know him pretty well, from how well Noah and him seem to get along. It actually explains a lot of things, that you didn't realize until then. How Noah seemed to be very secretive whenever it came to his garage, and seemed to be somewhat cautious whenever someone looks through his things.

"It's okay mami, you can admire this handsome face as long as you like~" Mirage's flirtatious voice broke you out of your mind ramble, a blush covering your face in an instant. You spaced out without realizing it.

"S-shit my bad."

"Heyy, it's alright~ Not often you come across a face like this!" He sticks his glossa out, making a peace sign with his servos as he winks at her. It, oddly made him cute. A small chuckle comes out of the woman, posture now slightly relaxed a little more, but still tense. Thinking this was a dream, she goes to pinch her arm as hard as she can, but no it's no dream. Maybe she had to much edibles before going to bed, and she was just in the streets all sluggish and her mind is throwing delusions at her, just for entertainment. Like a jester of sorts.

But she ran out of edibles 3 days ago, so that's most likely not the reason why.

Like promised, Noah and Mirage explained what, where, who, and why he was on Earth. And that there's more of him. And that they can transform into cars. And he demonstrated this, by transforming into a car himself. The Frankenstein car you were inside not longer than a week ago.

Now the dots were finally connecting.

She continues to ask him a variety of questions, each of which ranging from how long he's been on Earth, why he choose a Porsche to be his alt mode (to which he responded with, "A cool guy like me needs to have a pretty cool alt to go along with it" followed by a flirtatious wink), and how many other people know about his existence. By know your shoulders are less tense, posture completely relaxed as she continues a conversation with (mainly Mirage) the two of them.

And Mirage, being the big flirt he is, kept throwing pick-up lines whenever the chance showed itself, accompanied by a wink and a cute smirk. Each one making you a little flustered.

Eventually Noah had to leave, because apparently Kris never went to sleep in the first place, to busy to defeat Bowser. He knew because Kris accidentally blew his cover via walkie-talkie. So now it's just you and Mirage, all alone in the garage.

It felt somewhat awkward, but Mirage always found a way to break the silence of everything.

"So how'd you meet my boy?"

"His mom, she was a co-worker of mine a few years ago, and decided to invite me over to her house to meet her kids."

"And what, you guys hit it off there?"

Y/N let's out a small chuckle, shaking her head. "Not exactly. He was a little nervous at the start. We only started talking when I offered to babysit Kris." And the conversation continued on from there, leaking into the early hours of the morning.

Mirage knew he wanted to know and see more about the human, she's just so pretty and fascinating! And her reactions and little faces she makes are so cute to him, make him wanna squeeze her little cheeks. His tanks are filled with the fluttery feeling again, the more they talk, the more it increases. Now he knew when to take risks, and this is one of them definitely. He knows he wants to see more of her, to keep talking with her. Just makes his spark go absolutely crazy.

So why not ask her out?

Alright Mirage, you can do this, my man! Don't let that nervous feeling pull you down. C'mon c'mon c'mon! When will you get another chance like this ever again?

After giving himself a small prep talk, Mirage finally asks. "Hey you wanna go to the drive-ins sometime tomorrow? I'd love to keep seeing that pretty face of yours more~" A wink following with a smirk. His confidence was all over the place, and his spark was beating rapidly, like it's going to come out of his chassis. Obviously it wasn't shown on his face, but internally he was a nervous wreck.

You were somewhat taken off-guard by his question, a blush covering your cheeks. Is he asking you out on a date? I mean, he could be asking to hang out more, but his various flirtatious comments and compliments thrown at you made you think otherwise.

Now that she thinks about, he's actually a lot better than any person she's been in a relationship with. He's actually makes her laugh, is nice and gentle, a good listener, and overall quite comfortable to be around with. And he's quite a cutie and handsome one too..fuck it.

"Sure. What time, handsome~?" The mech perked up at her response, optics lighting up. "How 'bout sometime at 7? I know a pretty good spot~"

"Then it's a date." Oh how that word made his spark flutter. He does a little dance and fists his hand in the air for his small victory, Y/N laughing a little at his antics. Her cheeks hurt so much from smiling so much. She's pretty excited for tomorrow's drive-in now.

When Mirage finally settles down, she beckons him down to be at her level, a small mischievous smile on her face. Confused, he does so, couching down until becoming face to face with her smiling face.

Warm lips peck his metal cheek, his optics widening in surprise at the bold gesture, a blue blush makes itself known on his face. The warmth spreading through his entire body as a shiver goes up his backstruts. Now he's for sure his spark might just beat out his chassis. She can practically hear it!

"Something for you to think about until tomorrow~ Goodnight Mirage~" And with that, she leaves the garage, a big smile on her face as she makes her way home, ready to finally crash into her bed and excited for the night tomorrow.

Mirage was left crouching in the garage, a surprised look still of his face, still trying to process what had just happen. His look of shock then quickly shifted to a look of giddiness, letting out a victory whoop as he tries to calm his beating spark.

"Man, what a woman!" And he cannot wait to see her again.

[hischierswhore]

jealousy

pairing: Mason Mount x Reader

TW: cursing // jealous!mason

A/N: this gif🤭🤭

"It's nearly midnight, Y/n! Where were you?" Mason asked the second you walked through the door of your shared apartment. You & Mason were lifelong bestfriends and now roommates. He'd been pacing for about an hour now and was starting to worry that something had happened.

"Don't worry I was with Chilly" You assured him as you made your way through the living room and to the kitchen. Mason followed closely behind you, as he wasn't done talking to you.

"Chilly? Why were you with Ben?" Mason questioned as he watched you grab yourself a glass of water before heading back towards the couch.

"He invited me out, and I accepted his offer" You lied as you took a long sip from your glass before settling down on the couch. Mason's whole demeanor changed after hearing your answer.

Truth is you and Ben were out together because he was helping you come up with a plan to tell Mason how you felt. Neither you nor Ben had feelings for each other; your relationship was strictly platonic. You couldn't tell Mason the actual reason, so you told him a half-truth.

"Oh. Are you guys together or something?" Mason looked at the floor, afraid to hear your answer.

"Mase, I really don't want to talk about this right now. It's late and I just want to go to sleep. Why should you even care that I was out with Ben anyways?" You asked as you placed your glass on the coffee table before looking at him.

You didn't understand how badly he wanted to tell you the truth. He wanted to tell you that he was madly in love with you and has been from the day you both met. But in his mind, it was obvious that you were in love with his mate, and that absolutely broke his heart.

Mason paused for a moment before responding.

"You know what, forget I even asked. Forget I showed even the slightest bit of worry because you, my best friend and roommate, weren't here when I arrived and you didn't think to let me know that you were out because you were doing god knows what with one of my best mates" Mason snapped before storming down the hall to his bedroom. You jumped at the sound of his door being slammed shut.

The quietness in the room started to make you feel uneasy. After several minutes had passed without Mason returning, you got up and made your way to his room to check on him and talk.

You quietly knocked on the door before entering and all you received was a simple "go away" from your roommate. You sighed before choosing to leave him alone for the rest of the night, deciding you would talk to him tomorrow.

-

You woke up the next morning to a text from Ben.

Ben: What on earth did you do to Mason? He's been pissy all throughout training, specifically with me.

Y/n: We got into a little argument last night after I came back home. Told him I was out with you and then things went to shit

Ben: You realize that was probably the dumbest thing you could've done, right?

Y/n: ???

Ben: I swore to him I'd never tell you this, but he's in love with you, Y/n. Saying you were out with me probably made him jealous, and now he's pissed with me because he thinks I'm trying to steal you.

Y/n: Please tell me you're lying...

Ben: I'm not. He would kill me if he knew I told you this. Just please come fix him. I'd like to go back home in one piece.

-

After getting dressed and quickly making yourself a breakfast sandwich, you drove to the Training Centre. The staff knew you already, so they let you in with no issue. As you made your way to the training field, Ben came running up to you.

"Thank god you're here. Head to the changing room and I'll get him in there so you can talk it out" Ben gave you a quick hug before assuring you that you could do this.

-

Within 5 minutes, you heard the changing room door open and shut. You looked up from your phone to see Mason standing there, staring at you in disbelief.

"Can we talk?" You asked, not knowing what else to say. Mason didn't say anything as he stood there and looked at you.

Your eyes wandered over his body before you caught sight of his red, puffy eyes. He looked like he hadn't slept. All you wanted to do right now was hold him in your arms, but right now he was upset with you.

You gestured for him to take a seat next to you so you discuss everything, to which he slowly made his way over to where you sat. You took a deep breath before speaking.

"First and foremost, I want to apologize for last night. Yes, I should have told you I was out with Ben, instead of letting you worry & panic" You explained.

"I hope you know I'm not seeing Ben, nor am I interested in him" Mason's gaze lifted to meet yours. You continued to explain how you two were friends and nothing more. Mason listened intently as you spoke, nodding occasionally while looking back down at the ground.

"I was only with him last night because he was helping me figure out how to tell you that I'm in love with you" Your words surprised Mason, and he quickly raised his head to look at you. His face grew redder by the minute as you said those words.

"This has got to be some sick joke, Y/n" He shook his head in disbelief.

"I wouldn't joke about that, Mase" Mason wrapped his arms around your figure and pulled you tightly against his chest. You copied his movement, holding onto him like there was no tomorrow. You both stayed like this for a few seconds until Mason quickly pulled away and looked down at your lips, as of he were asking to kiss you.

The second you nodded your head, he pulled you back into him and your lips touched his for the first time. It was awkward for a couple of seconds before you kissed him passionately. They remained locked together for another minute or so before you both backed away.

You looked into his eyes and saw him watching you. There was a question in his gaze as he studied you. He reached up and cupped your cheek in his hand as he stared lovingly into your eyes.

"If only you knew how long I've waited to do that" A smile appeared on Mason's face as he spoke, the first one you've seen from him in a few days.

His smile grew wider as he kept his hand on your cheek. He brought you into his arms once more, just holding you as close as he possibly could while resting his head on top of yours.

"So, does this mean you forgive me for not telling you sooner? Because I'd like to make up for lost time" You gave him a cute smile.

"Mmm... Yeah, I suppose I do" Mason gave a chuckle before pressing kisses to your entire face. When he finally pulled away, you once again rested your forehead against his, gazing into his dark eyes.

"I love you" He said it so simply yet profoundly. It was a simple statement, spoken from his heart, and it made your heart flutter.

"I love you too, Mase" You replied, wiping a tear from his eye. You didn't think it was possible, but you could feel your own tears cascading down your cheeks.

"I wanna be yours, Y/n. Officially" Mason grabbed your waist and stood up, pulling you along beside him.

"I'd like that very much" He pressed a kiss to your lips once more before wrapping his arm around your shoulders. A loud knock and the sound of the changing room door opening interrupted them.

"Glad to see you lovebirds made up, but we need you back at training" Ben spoke, interrupting your moment.

You smiled as you looked at Mason, who responded by giving you a big grin. After one final kiss, you said goodbye to both players.

The entire car ride home was just you squealing like you were 14 years old again, internally screaming at the fact that you'd finally gotten your Prince Charming.

TAGLIST

@ithinkimokeei @myheartgoesvroom @mounthings @tall-tanned-tattoo @itsnotgray @alwaysclassyeagle @charlewiss @pianoisland @fallingin20 @chelseagirl98

[gabseyoo]

Pity Party

pairing: satoru x fem!reader | wc: 6,5k.

summary: Gojō Satoru has been your best friend since childhood, you practically grew up together, so at this point he knows everything about you. He knows the exact amount of sugar you like your coffee with, the lyrics of your favorite songs, that you love whales and how special your birthday is for you. So when your friends didn't show up to your birthday party, he'll prove that he's there for you, as he always was and always will be.

warnings: slight angst, best friends to lovers, love confession, lovesick!satoru, kinda childish!reader, crying, kissing, praising, cunnilingus, fingering, vanilla and unprotected sex, breeding, aftercare, this is corny and unedited.

a/n: this fic is inspired by melanie martinez's song with the same title. the other day i was listening to it and this idea appeared in my mind like an epiphany and who better to star in it than our sealed boy. ps. why is this so long?

“Why the hell no one is here?” 

It was about the fifth time you had said that same sentence. But no one could blame you, in fact, it seemed like the few people present were wondering the same thing. 

“Maybe they’re late.” Your mother said. 

Today was your birthday, and you had planned together with your parents the best birthday party possible. It was planned as something intimate and nice, with family and close friends. 

The only problem was that there was family, but no friends— except for Gojo Satoru, your best friend since childhood. 

You weren't the type who liked to throw huge parties, you liked the idea that a day as special as your birthday should be spent with the people closest and most important to you. It had been that way every year since high school, when you realized that special moments should be shared with special people. 

Don't misunderstand, it's not as if you were a boring girl; you liked to go to big parties, drink yourself unconscious and come home in the wee hours with a thousand excuses prepared for your mother who was waiting for you awake on the couch for not adhering to the rule to get home before midnight. 

It simply wasn't what you wanted for your birthday. 

You went into the bathroom to avoid the worried stares of your family for a few minutes and took the opportunity to take out your phone and check if at least one of your best friends had responded to your messages, indeed, there was a response, but not the one you expected. 

It was a message explaining how sorry she was that she couldn't make it to your party because she was sick. Not forgetting to put at the end of the text that she loved you and wished you a happy birthday. 

The worst part wasn't that your best friend wasn't coming to your birthday, the worst part was that you didn't believe her. 

There was a frat party today, you knew because you were invited. Your friends had said several times during the week that you should go, but for obvious reasons you had refused. You wanted to believe that she wouldn't be able to stand you up on your own birthday for a frat party, but you couldn't help but have a bad feeling. 

You looked in the mirror and tried to smile, convincing yourself that everything would be okay as you analyzed your reflection. You were wearing that pretty baby blue dress you had bought weeks before with Satoru's help—he practically chose it—, nice makeup and hair and nails done. A few hours ago when you looked in the mirror you felt gorgeous, even the blue-eyed man had told you so when you showed him the final result, but now you felt ridiculous. 

“Everything will be fine, Y/n. Stop being so pessimistic.”

You had invited your two best friends from collage and Satoru and Suguru. Only your close circle. You knew that the latter would not come as he had a family trip, but he had apologized and even sent a bouquet of flowers as a gift. So there was still one person to come. 

When you came out of the bathroom you found your white-haired friend leaning against the opposite wall, who stood up straight and uncrossed his arms when he saw you. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked leaning against the door after closing it. 

“Umm— I was worried about you.” He said scratching the back of his neck. “Are you okay?”

“Why shouldn't I be?” He rolled his eyes and looked at you in disbelief. 

“Y/n, I know you better than you think. What happened?”

You sighed in defeat, it was almost impossible for you to lie to Satoru. You cleared your throat and looked at the ground, avoiding his inquisitive gaze that never failed to make you nervous.

“One of my friends just texted me that she wasn't coming because she was sick.” He frowned immediately. 

“One of those two you hang out with?” 

You nodded as you unlocked your phone to show him the message. You noticed how his hand pressed against the device, it wasn't hard to tell he was incredibly upset. He also knew about this frat party, he had also been invited. But he hadn't even bothered to consider it when he was already declining the invitation, that day was solely and completely reserved for his best friend. 

And he had that same feeling that this person you called your friend didn't do the same thing he did. 

“Say it.” You encouraged him crossing your arms.

He had a lot to say. From months ago when you started that friendship with those girls. But it wasn't the time or the place, so he just shrugged as he handed the phone back to you.

“Maybe she is really sick.” He said trying to force a smile. 

“Yeah, right.” The sarcasm in your voice along with the dejected look in your eyes almost made him want to hug you, but he knew you, you were holding back and maybe that show of affection would make you break. He didn't want to see you cry on your birthday. Or never. Especially because of a person like your friend.

There was an awkward silence for a few seconds, but he decided he should cheer you up. 

He took your hand and caressed your knuckles with his thumb before speaking again, “Come on, don't be sad. Your other friend is still to come, isn't she? She should be on her way. For now let's go to the garden, your mom must be worried.” 

You nodded and let go of his gentle grip before walking without even waiting for him. He sighed and followed you behind until you reached the garden, where your relatives greeted you with warm smiles. You tried to force a smile at them, but even though you thought you were doing a good job of hiding your feelings, your face still gave you away. Still, no one tried to question you. 

You went to sit at a table and immediately your mother handed you a plate of your favorite food that she had lovingly prepared, you sighed and picked up a fork in an attempt to eat even though the last thing you felt at that moment was hunger. 

Satoru sat down next to you and began to eat his own plate, and without you noticing, your mother mouthed to him if everything was alright, to which he nodded even when it was not believable. 

Half an hour later and with your untouched food cold, you were resting your face in the palm of your hand while listening to your fourteen-year-old cousin talk to you about the new boy she liked when your phone rang with that special tone you had for your friends. 

Gojo looked at the contact name and had the impulse to tell you not to answer as he had a feeling that nothing good would come out of that call, but he kept silent, letting you pick up. 

“Hello? Oh, thank you… What do you mean?” There were several seconds of silence and he noticed how you clenched your jaw. “It’s okay. Don’t worry. See you Monday.” 

And with that, you hung up the call, “She's not coming either. She says she has to watch her siblings.”

You didn't believe her either.  

Satoru felt that anger in his chest again. If he already didn't like your friends, now even less. But he was more concerned about how you hadn’t yet burst into tears, even your cousin was worried about you, so after making eye contact with Satoru full of concern, she decided to start talking about the gossip in her school about a student and a teacher having an affair. 

You knew what she was doing, she was trying to distract you. And although you were grateful for the attempt, your mind kept wandering to your friends standing you up on your birthday with poor excuses. 

You don't know how much time passed after that, they had sung happy birthday to you, you blew out the candles on the cake and they convinced you to open the presents even when you insisted you’d do it tomorrow. 

Your aunt and uncle gave you a new dress, your grandparents money and your parents a new laptop. Satoru's gift almost made you burst into tears. It was something typical, a necklace. What made it special was the whale charm since he knew how much you loved whales. 

“Do you want me to put it on?” He asked and you nodded before turning around and pulling your hair up for him. 

It was a small moment you two had, you even felt a tingle as his fingers brushed your skin. You almost blushed when you caught your mother's proud smile as she witnessed Satoru struggling with fastening the necklace. 

“There you go.” He whispered with a smile and patted your shoulder twice before you let your hair down. 

You looked up to meet his gaze, he seemed lost in thought and you had to clear your throat to get him to snap out of his little stupor. 

Then you looked around the place, paying attention to the faces of your family.  They were really trying hard to make sure you had a happy birthday. You couldn't help feeling bad about yourself, feeling ungrateful. They are your special people. They were here and yet you were letting those who weren't ruin your day. 

You really appreciated the effort, so you were frustrated that you couldn't suppress your emotions and simply enjoy yourself. 

Meanwhile, Satoru couldn't help but feel his heart ache to see you having such a hard time, knowing how special your birthday was to you. You looked beautiful, and he knew you would look even more so if you smiled like you usually do. 

While you were trying to eat a piece of your favorite cake, you unlocked your phone and decided to distract yourself by scrolling through Instagram. Big mistake. 

One of your classmates had you added to his close friends list, he had several stories on the frat party; beer pong, people twerking on the floor, but just as you were about to move on to the next story you saw something that caught your attention. 

In the background you noticed both of your friends with red cups in their hands. You blinked one, two, three times not believing what you were seeing. You watched the story again, even zoomed in to confirm that it was not a figment of your imagination. But it wasn't, it really was your friends.  

That was your breaking point. 

You blocked the phone before standing up abruptly, drawing everyone's attention. You threw your napkin on the table before turning around and walking back inside your house. 

You ignored your mother's concerned calls as you let the tears you had been holding back throughout the party fall. 

Satoru had stood up just a second after you. You hadn't noticed, but when he  recognized the face you made when you wanted to cry, he happened to peek at what you were seeing on your phone screen. The only thing he saw was how you made one last zoom to the Instagram story—he also recognized your friends' figures—before you blocked it and got up. 

He called your name as he hurried after you, but not before turning to look at your parents and saying a quick leave it to me before walking up the stairs behind you. 

Although your mother wanted to follow you and comfort you herself in her arms, she decided it was best for Satoru to do it. He was your best friend since you were children and you trusted him more than you could ever trust anyone. She understood that the best person to comfort and understand you was him, so she just nodded to his words and watched him walk up the stairs, losing sight of him when he reached the second floor. 

She had no choice but to turn and look at the confused faces of her husband and family members and shrug her shoulders. Telling them it was best to give you your space and let Satoru handle it. 

Before your best friend could reach you, you had already slammed your bedroom door in his face. He tried to open it but it was locked; and he felt so helpless when he heard your sobs and he wasn't in there to hug you. 

“Y/n, open the door— please.” He said in a sweet voice, leaning his forehead against the wood. “Open it so I can hold you.”

He had no answer, still hearing your sobs on the other end, so he sighed and insisted again. And again. And again. 

It wasn't until minutes later that you opened the door, you meeting Satoru's worried face and him your tearful one. He felt as if he had been punched in the stomach, he hated to see you cry. You turned around and walked to the center of your room, crossing your arms as he entered and secured the door before approaching you. 

His heart was breaking, every sob from you seemed to open one more crack. It hurt him too much to see you like this, on your birthday. You were the person he treasured most in his life. The person he loved. 

As if it wasn't obvious by now, Gojo Satoru, your best friend since childhood, was deeply and hopelessly in love with you. 

He loved you like he never thought he could love a person. 

Since when? 

You had known each other since you were six years old, but it wasn't until many years later that he began to develop feelings for you. But when was that moment? The moment when he said I'm in love with her?

He likes to think it was something that developed gradually. That there was no specific moment when he had that epiphany. 

But if he had to pick the moment, it would be that night when you went for a ride in his car after graduating from high school and drove to the outskirts of the city, from where you could see the lights of the nightlife in the distance and a sky full of stars. You said how beautiful the view was, he whispered that he knew, the difference is that you were looking at the sky and he was looking at you. 

It was cliché— the boy who falls in love with his childhood best friend. But who is he to deny the feelings of his heart? A mere human. 

“What do you want, Satoru?” You asked when you felt his body behind you. 

“I just want to be here for you.” 

His hand went around your forearm, urging you to turn around, but you didn't want to. Even in the darkness of your room, lit only by the moonlight filtering through your window, he would see your face again. You didn't want him to see you like that. He just sighed and decided that he would be the one to stand in front of you. 

Your gaze was fixed on the floor when his tall figure stood before you. There were a few moments of silence before he got up the courage to speak again, 

“Don't cry angel, please, it's your party.” It was the best he could think to say. 

“Like you said, it's my party and I'll cry if I want to.” You replied more aggressively than you planned, regret arriving as soon as you spat the childish words. 

Neither Satoru, nor your family, nor anyone but your so-called friends deserved your anger and frustration. Your crying increased as you mumbled sorry after sorry. 

He just grabbed you by the shoulders and pulled you close to him, your face against his chest ruining his shirt with tears but he couldn't care less; instead, he held you tighter to him while caressing your head with one hand. He hugged you in a way that  made you feel safe, a way that said, here I am. 

“What's wrong with me?” You whispered after calming down a bit and he frowned, not understanding what you meant. “Am I so insignificant to my friends that a frat party is worth more than my birthday? I'm not worth it?”

Satoru felt his blood boil at your words. 

He didn't like your friends from the beginning, he sensed that they would end up hurting you— and for the first time, he hated that he was right. He had told you several times that they looked like the kind of people who didn't have genuine friendships, and you had responded that he was being prejudiced. It made him angry because you were the person who deserved the most love and good in the world. 

They didn't deserve you— they didn't deserve something as beautiful as your friendship or simply your presence in their life.

“Never say that again. Never.” He said in a firm voice before placing a kiss on your head. “You’re not insignificant, you hear me? You’re not. If they don't know how to appreciate what a wonderful person you are, they’re the ones who aren’t worth it.”

His words quickened your heart. 

“You deserve to be surrounded by people who are grateful to have you in their lives. No less.” He paused for a moment to take a deep breath before continuing, “And I hope you know how fucking grateful I am.”

“Satoru—” You mumbled even though you didn't know what to say next.

He took your face in his hands, making your eyes meet, and ran his thumbs over your cheeks wiping away your tears. God, you were so beautiful. Even crying you looked like an angel. 

“Please stop crying. I know it's your party, but stop crying. It hurts me to see you cry.” He whispered, his face close enough to yours that you felt like you were going to stop breathing at any moment. 

Gojo felt so enamored by your eyes, your nose, your lips— neither of you knew if it was only seconds or hours that you just looked at each other, but he couldn't hold it anymore, and before he could stop to think, the next words were already leaving his mouth, 

“I love you.” 

The moment your eyes widened in surprise, Satoru realized his mistake. He had been carried away by his feelings, and felt terrible for blurting out a confession of that magnitude in a moment like that. 

Now that he had said it, he had only three options: run; take it back and justify it with a bad lie; or go on with the truth. But he had been holding back for so long— so he decided to go with the third option and risk it all. 

“What?” Your voice came out almost in a whisper. 

“I love you. I have— I have loved you for years.” His voice was beginning to shake, but he continued, “And I don't want you to think I'm telling you this to make you feel good, or that I'm taking advantage of the moment, you know I’d never do anything like that— But I love you so much that I can't take it anymore, and because I love you it hurts me that you cry and think you're not worth it, because to me you're worth everything.” 

He knew he was repeating words, that he was talking too fast and that he should stop and take a breath. But he didn't stop and tears ran down his cheeks, the words came out of his lips on their own after years of holding them back. 

“I love you so much it hurts.” 

You were still in shock at his confession, your brain trying to process all the words he had just said. He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, his hands left your cheeks to put them on your shoulders. 

“You don't have to reciprocate my feelings, and I'm sorry for telling you now.” He murmured, letting his tears fall freely from his eyes. “I’ll leave if you want me to.” 

Neither you nor Satoru expected what you did next. 

It was your turn to put your hands on his cheeks before kissing him. 

He was surprised for a moment, but when reality hit him and you were actually kissing him after his sudden and reckless confession, he let himself go and kissed you back with the same desire as you. 

Yes, you too had fallen in love with your best friend. You didn't know how long ago, you didn't know if he did it first or if it was you. But at that moment that was the least that mattered. 

His hands went to the sides of your head to deepen the kiss and you felt like your heart would finally escape from your chest because of how fast it was beating. Things had taken a drastic turn. 

When you pulled apart to catch your breath, that's when you finally found your voice to say it,

“I love you, Satoru.”

This seemed to be taken out from a book or a movie. Satoru was afraid of waking up and realizing that it was all just a dream, he had the urge to pinch himself just to make sure that what he was experiencing was real. But dream or not, his love for you was the same. 

When he kissed you again it was no longer sweet, it was desperate, and what happened next was the mere impulse of two humans who were feeling too much. 

Your hands went to the edge of his shirt to take it off, he helped you by raising his arms and immediately his lips returned to yours, guiding you awkwardly across the room until your thighs bumped against your bed. He gently laid you down on the mattress and his hands went to caress your breasts above the fabric of your dress. The dress he had chosen for you. 

He broke away from your lips just to look at you, and he almost burst into tears again— your face was still red from your previous crying, your lips swollen and your hair a bit messy. But what captivated him were your eyes, even in the dim light of the place he could notice that gleam in them, and they were looking at him and only him. 

“Is this okay with you?” He asked, he didn't want you to do this because you felt you had to give him something. “We can stop.”

“I want you, Satoru.” 

She wants me.

Satoru looked at you for a few more seconds, searching for any trace of lies or insecurity on your face, he knew you better than anyone else after all, he could tell exactly how you were feeling just by looking at your eyes. But when he noticed nothing but determination and desire, his lips returned to yours. 

His hands went to the back of your dress and slowly unzipped it until he could grab the hem to pull it completely off, his eyes gazed with nothing but adoration at your almost naked body, he still couldn't believe that you were letting him see and touch you in such an intimate way.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered as his palms ran down your body from your legs to your torso, memorizing with his fingertips the warmth of your skin. “So fucking beautiful.”

Gojo was going slow, he felt there was no rush even when there were people downstairs waiting for you two; he wanted nothing more than to savor every part of you and make you feel good, so he’d take his time. 

He moved his kisses down from your face to your neck, concentrating on that spot below your ears since he knew how sensitive you were there—thanks to the fact that he usually liked to tease you by tickling you—. You moaned softly as you felt his wet tongue and brought your hands to run them over the muscles of his arms and back. You had always had the desire to touch him like this, when he wore tight or sleeveless shirts, or when you went to his house and he opened the door shirtless; and now that you were actually doing it, it was so much better than you could have imagined.  

“Can I?” He asked when his hands found the straps of your bra and you gulped before nodding, unable to speak out of nervousness that the Gojo Satoru would see you naked. 

The Gojo Satoru who is popular, smart and good-looking. The one who has dozens of friends and girls following him, girls who would fight for his attention or even sleep with him.

But then you remembered it.

The man in front of you wasn't the Gojo Satoru, he was just Satoru, idiot sometimes. The guy who is present in all your childhood memories and in each of your special moments growing up. The one who sneaked into your family photos from an early age and used to cry when you beat him playing video games. The one who sometimes talked so much that all you wanted to do was put tape over his mouth and who still slept with a night light because he was afraid of the dark. 

Satoru who is your best friend and is always there for you, who always put you first since you were at the top of the pyramid of important people for him—he said it, not you—, who didn't hesitate to give you his shoulder to cry on and knew what to say to make you feel better; who likes to tease you and play pranks on you; who knows all your favorite foods and shares your love for whales. 

He’s the man you love and loves you back, to whom you seem to be giving more than just your body. 

When he took off your garment he immediately took one of your breasts into his mouth, running his tongue slowly around it, leaving it glistening with his saliva before moving on to the other, without forgetting to peck the whale necklace he gave you.

“You have the prettiest tits.” That almost made you want to slap him. 

“Shut up.” You laughed softly feeling your cheeks flush. You could tell you were starting to get comfortable with each other. 

“It’s the truth. They’re pretty— you’re so pretty.” Gojo chuckled before returning his lips to yours, he wanted more of that addictive taste of your lips that made him feel that he would never have the desire to kiss anyone else. 

Suddenly his hands went down to the edge of your panties and waited for your confirmation that everything was okay before taking them off, throwing them to the side of the bed. He sat on his calves to appreciate your completely naked body and almost wanted to thank you for letting him see you like that, you were as perfect as he imagined, even more. 

“God— I love you.” Now that Satoru was free to say it out loud, he would repeat it as many times as necessary. 

He didn't give you a chance to respond to his words when two of his fingers entered your mouth, slowly coating them with your saliva. You sucked them following his movements causing Satoru to mutter a low fuck at this sensual sight of you. 

When his fingers left your mouth he began to lightly caress them from your chin, down the middle of your breasts and over your navel until they reached the place where you needed him most. 

“So wet.” He remarked as his digits went inside you, he did it slowly to avoid hurting you, pausing until he was knuckles deep before pulling them out and repeating the action.

You threw your head back as his thumb began to make slow circles on your clit, almost embarrassed because Satoru's blue eyes were fixed on your facial expressions, paying special attention to your reactions and feeling proud that he’s the one who’s causing them. 

His free hand went to caress one of your mounds to increase the stimulation to your body, which seemed to become more sensitive to his every touch, so it wasn't long before you began to feel your orgasm building. 

“You close?” He asked with his eyes full of admiration. You nodded before closing your eyes and squeezing the sheets with your fists— but that expression of pleasure turned into a frown as the stimulation on your clit was lost. “I know angel, I know, hold it for me. I wanna taste you.” 

Satoru bent down until his face was in the middle of your legs, facing your most intimate part with eager eyes. You were about to tell him it wasn't necessary, feeling somewhat embarrassed at the closeness of his breath against your pussy, but you couldn't find your voice and even less so when he started to spread wet kisses on your inner thighs with his fingers still inside you at that slow pace he had set, keeping your orgasm close but not quite reaching it. 

“Oh fuck.” You murmured as his mouth finally circled your clit and soon after he began to move his tongue. “You taste so good.”

Satoru had always considered himself a man who enjoyed giving pleasure; and now, that it was you, the woman he loves, he not only enjoyed it— he loved it and wanted to give you the best he could, and hearing your pretty moans was enough to make him euphoric, maybe lovesick. 

The sensation that had been cut off before returned with more intensity; Satoru recognized that you were close again, so he began to suck on your clit as just a few minutes ago he had discovered you liked by the way your walls clenched his fingers when he did it. 

You bit your lip hard trying to hold back the high moan that wanted to escape your throat as you lifted your hips when you felt your orgasm take over your body. 

When he looked at you while you were cumming in his mouth, he couldn't help but fall in love with the sight, again; and he also couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach when one of your hands went to caress his white locks lovingly as you climaxed. 

Fuck, she's so cute. 

“Want to continue?” Satoru asked in a soft voice while sitting back down on his calves, lips still glossy with your fluids. “It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

You smiled as you sat, his vibrant blue eyes connected to yours all the time. You recognized that look. It was the look you had often caught him staring at you from long ago, the same look from when he gave you the necklace and the same look from when you showed him the final result of your party outfit this afternoon and he said you looked beautiful.

Maybe that's his look of love. You felt stupid for not noticing it sooner. How come you didn't notice it before? It was almost obvious. 

But he felt the same way, maybe everyone around you had realized how you felt about each other except the two of you, because you were constantly living in a bubble where you were trying to convince yourselves that there was nothing more than friendship. But now that bubble had burst. 

You put both of your hands on his cheeks to kiss him again, savoring your own taste from his mouth before saying, “I think I told you I wanted you.”

Your best friend chuckled, “I just wanted to be sure.”

With his big hands on your waist he pulled you back against the sheets, then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, you noticed the visible bulge and gulped, still unable to believe that this was actually happening. 

Gojo removed the garment along with his boxers at once, becoming completely naked to your eyes. He was undoubtedly blessed everywhere you looked. 

He wrapped his hand around his dick and moved it up and down before positioning himself at your entrance. Satoru had never felt this excited, his heart was racing at the fact that you would be his and he would be yours. 

He looked down at you as he leaned with his forearm next to your head while he ran his hard member through your wet folds to lubricate himself, unable to contain the moan that escaped his mouth at the contact of his sensitive skin with yours.

“I’m goin’ in.” Your best friend announced before slowly pushing the first half inside you, he immediately felt the tightness of your walls around him and closed his eyes for a few seconds enjoying the sensation. You were so tight, so warm, so perfect. “Oh god.” 

When he opened his blue eyes again he met your pretty face with furrowed eyebrows and tight lips, he recognized that you were feeling some discomfort so he gave several kisses to your cheek while he pushed the rest inside. 

“Tell when I can move.” He whispered, pressing his forehead against yours while his free hand caressed the flesh of your thigh. 

You nodded shortly after he finished his sentence, so he tightened his grip on your thigh as he began to thrust slowly but deeply. 

It was a matter of minutes when the moans of both of you increased as well as the speed with which he rammed into you. Your body began to rock backwards continuously at every clash of his skin with yours, so you wrapped his arms around his back, digging your nails in lightly each time his cock hit your g-spot. 

Satoru leaned back without stopping his thrusts to better admire the way your pussy sucked him in and then ran his eyes all over your body. He murmured a fuck to the swaying of your breasts and immediately placed his hands on them, caressing and squeezing to his liking. 

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He bent over you again to join your lips with his in a kiss a little more messy than the previous ones. 

In his mind, Satoru thought this was unlike any affair or one-night-stand he had ever had before. He was giving you everything— himself, his body and his soul. He was practically putting his heart in the palms of your hands giving you the freedom to do whatever you wanted with it.

This is how sex should feel, he thought. 

“I’m close.” You gasped after breaking the kiss as you felt on the verge of your climax once again. 

He returned his forearm to the side of your head and with his other hand began to make circles on your clit, hurrying the orgasm that had already begun to build in your belly. 

“I got you, angel.” His lips went to lightly suck the skin behind your ear, trying to be careful not to leave marks. 

“Satoru—” He had always liked the sound of his name coming from your mouth, but the fact that you were moaning it thanks to the pleasure he was giving you made it a thousand times better. “I’m—” 

You lifted your hips a little as you felt your orgasm come, it was much more intense than the previous one which made your walls tighten around Satoru's length, who couldn't help but moan out loud at the sensation as if you wanted to push him out. 

“Fuck— you feel so good.” 

He dropped down on your body and settled his head on your neck as his thrusts became more sloppy. Your hands returned to his back, you wrapped your legs around his hips to feel him deeper inside you and closed your eyes enjoying the sounds of his panting that gave you chills. He sounded so beautiful that you almost had a hard time assuming it was because of you. 

“I love you. I love you so much.” Were the words that left his mouth the moment he came inside you after you murmured he could. He collapsed onto your body a second later, feeling your breasts against his chest as he tried to catch his breath. 

It was intense, Satoru couldn't remember the last time he had cum like that, he blamed the whole hurricane of emotions that happened for the last hour. 

“Sorry, I'm crushing you.” He mumbled after a minute as he leaned on his forearms to look at your face again. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You placed your hands on his cheeks and caressed his soft skin with your thumbs before kissing him. “Never thought you loved me back.”

He smiled and gave a short kiss on the palm of your hand that was still on his cheek, “We're kinda dumb, aren't we?” 

“I think we are.”

Satoru moved to lie back on the pillows, taking you in his arms to hug you against his chest. You left a peck on his shoulder before pressing your cheek against it and smiled when you felt his hands caress your back. 

“This is nice.” You said after a comfortable silence. 

“Right? I can get used to this.” 

“Me too.” You closed your eyes enjoying the remaining fragrance of his cologne before abruptly opening them remembering something a little too important. “Shit! Satoru, we need to go back.” 

“Why?” His caresses on your back disappeared when he realized it too, “Fuck. How long have we been here?”

You were so focused on your little bubble of love that you forgot that your family was still waiting for you downstairs. 

“About an hour?” You replied, looking at the time on your phone to also realize that there was a message from your mother fifteen minutes ago asking if everything was okay. “Just put your clothes on.” 

He turned on the light while you searched the room for your clothes. You threw him his boxers, he threw you your dress, and in less than five minutes you were fully dressed and in front of the mirror trying to look as presentable as possible. 

“I look fine, let’s go.” You said turning around to walk towards the door, but your best friend's sudden grip on your wrist stopped you in your tracks. “What is it?”

Gojo took your hand and brought it to his mouth to kiss your knuckles, “Happy Birthday.”

You smiled at his words, “Thank you.” You stood on your tiptoes to kiss him one more time.

“Should I ask your dad for his blessing?” He asked teasingly when you pulled away from his lips, you rolled your eyes playfully before grabbing his arm to drag him to the door.

“Let's go downstairs, c’mon.” 

Who would have thought that your pity party would take such a twist?

[soothinglee]

even if my heart stops beating⏤✰

seungmin x reader | 1.6k✔︎

my notes⎯ hello everyone ! I know it's been a while since I've actually wrote something ! I actually got hit by a bus! yeah I had to sue this company called "writers block" and I finally got a settlement! (also happy new year!) I recently (like a week ago) got into Kpop, specifically Stray Kids ! I've read some fan fictions (shameless) about some of my favorites and got inspo to write one! thank you @soobnny . also I haven't wrote anything in a while so i'm a little rusty, i'll be as good as new soon!

warning⎯ mentions of vomit (used as word vomit) and crying.

genre⎯ angst to comfort.✔︎

songs⎯ six feet under; billie eilish | pretty boy; the neighborhood

the old rusted clock that came with the condo you and seungmin bought sits perched on the top of the fridge. Its old, wooden frame slowly caves in on itself as time goes on.

not even an hour or two ago you had happily entered your home to start cooking dinner, not even worrying about showering first because you were so excited to have dinner with your boyfriend.

even going out of your way to spend a hundred dollars over the amount you usually spend to give seungmin the greatest 'welcome home' feast. he and the rest of stray kids had been on tour for the last couple months, traveling all over the world to perform at concerts and do collaborations with other idols to promote their new albums.

sure, it had been lonely, being by yourself all of the time, the only glimpse of your boyfriend you could get is when he could facetime you for 2 minutes or when he responded back to a text 4 hours later. but you understood, you knew what you were getting yourself into even when you started becoming friends with him.

if anything, you were strong, understanding, and flexible to when he couldn't make it to something like a movie night or date when his plane arrives later or practice runs over.

the only thing now, is that he had promised you that he could make it on time to dinner. sending countless 'I swear ill be there' texts and swift calls ensuring his presences at the dinner table during his dance rehearsals.

but now you were sitting at the table alone. a cold jajangmyeon sits in the platter in front of you, a similar on across the table from you. looking up at that old clock the hour turns to 10 and he's officially 2 hours late. it wasn't unknown for him to run a little over his time but this was unbelievable. you curse yourself for being naive and truly thinking he would keep to his word.

as you get up and clean the meal that you created you feel a little piece inside of you break, watching your hard work spill into the leftover containers like your tears. this was embarrassing, waiting around like a puppy in hopes your owner comes home. you were loyal and hopeful to a fault but wasting time and money like this was just unacceptable.

by the time seungmin walked through the front door it was half pass midnight and you had situated yourself infront of the t.v watching a new drama a colleague from work recommended.

"(name)." he calls out, you hear his shoes hit the wall as he takes them off, and then theres a shuffle as he organizes them on the shoe rack. you hear him leave his keys in the bowl on the desk that was by the front door, his footsteps growing louder as he nears the living room.

"(name)." he calls out again, seeing you lay in a cocoon of blankets in the dark, he think maybe you're sleeping so he quietly discards his winter coat on the back of the couch. he flicks on the lamp on the other side of the couch to bring in some light. though when he comes around to sit down he finds your eyes wide open, "why didn't you answer me when I called?"

"why didn't you come on time like you promised?" you quipped back quietly, suddenly too exhausted to have any conversation with him. you try and sink further into the thick blanket as you watch the Netflix symbol load and the next episodes intro plays.

you can't see his face but when he sighs and shifts in his spot you can hear the hesitance, "you already know why, practice ran late, like always."

"whatever."

"'whatever?' what's going on with you?"

"nothing." your tone is snipped but honestly you couldn't care less. somewhere in your soul you feel as though this might be a little extreme of an reaction but there is only so much patience you can give one person. you constantly make time for him and this relationship, so why couldn't he move things around and do the same for you? your eyes remain on the television.

seungmins eyes dart quickly to the t.v and then back to you, noticing that your full attention isn't on him, so he leans over you and goes to grab the remote from your hands. at the sudden loss of contact you make a move to try and get the remote back from him but he effectively powers down the t.v and discards in on the coffee table.

"I'll only repeat myself so many times, what's going on?"

it was like a newfound energy fizzled at your toes and pushed itself up and towards your head, your body springs up from its sideways position and you angle yourself to face seungmin.

though the light was somewhat dim due to only the lamp being on, he could see the red-rim of your eyes and the dried streaks of tears sticking to your cheeks. obviously, it had been evident that you had been crying.

seungmins eyes soften for a moment, he reaches out to try and smooth out the puffiness of your cheeks but as soon as you see his hand coming you push it away, "you were crying?" it comes out more of a statement than a concerned question, but the worry was still evident in his tone.

"duh," you start, suddenly feeling uncomfortable in the tense space, you find comfort in the carpet on the ground. you were feeling...nervous. you didn't want to cause anymore problems but things won't get solved unless they are discussed, which in all honesty, the thought of confrontation in the first place is feared.

you need to get it out, you can't stop living like this. deep down you know he cares but you have to stop going off of assumptions. either he's going to show up or not, it was clear already that you showed up no matter how busy you were.

"do you even still love me?"

the question tumbles from your lips before you could even process what you were saying. maybe it wasn't what you wanted to convey exactly but it was definitely a start.

"what?" his airy voice sounds dumbfounded which makes sense. the intense look you're giving him plus the profound, out-of-the-blue question throws him off guard.

of course he loves you, why would you ever think anything different? "where is this coming from?"

"well it's just that every time we have something planned your work gets in the way. I spend hours and hours getting ready, trying to look my best, just to waste the day sitting on the couch waiting for you to come home. sometimes I'm waiting so long I fall asleep! I put so much effort into being a good girlfriend! hell, I even spent over 100 dollars on dinner tonight because I knew you had a hectic day, it took me two hours to make it just for it to go cold and put into a container,"

your voice chokes up, full of exhaustion and disappointment. you feel the tears pooling in your eyes but have no energy to stop them. you really want to quit the word vomit but there's no point, theres more to be said.

"I try so hard to not get disheartened but it gets so hard when you don't even try. sometimes I feel like you don't even care about this relationship anymore, like you don't care about m-"

just as you were about to finish your words were muffled by hands on your face, and lips on yours. seungmin had kissed you to stop your rambling. you couldn't help but to feel relieved and somewhat offended.

"stop." he whispers as he takes a breath, his hands still on your face, foreheads connecting, "please stop." his voice crack under pressure, its subtle but at the lack of distance between you two you can hear it so well. your eyes are closed, trying to get your own tears at bay but hearing how emotional he's becoming breaks you. a sob teeters at your bottom lip but you force it still.

"don't you ever think that I don't care. I always have." he pauses and wipes the stray tears on your face with his thumbs, "I'm so sorry I've made you feel like this. god I'm such a bad boyfriend, this is my fault."

you try to move away to comfort him but he holds you in place gently, you sniffle and reach up to brush the bangs from his face.

"I promise you I'll be more attentive, ill take you out everyday, spend as much time with you, cook for you, miss practices all the time just to make sure you know I care about you."

"you promised earlier but you didn't come!" you cry, recounting how long you waited.

"I know!" his voice quivers as his hands tremble, lightly shaking your head, "I know...and i'll never forgive myself. you don't know how much you've shaped me into the person I am now and I- I have no clue what I would do without you. I just have a poor way of showing it."

you grip on his wrists, mimicking him with your eyes squeezed shut, you stopped trying to keep the tears in awhile ago, letting them fall freely into your covered lap. "how do I know I can trust you? I'm so sick of feeling like this."

"I promise you I will prioritize you more than anything, Idol life, dancing, singing- whatever, does not come before you. I won't leave you hanging like this anymore, i'm sorry I didn't pay more close attention to your feelings," his bottom lips shakes as he takes another deep breath, he opens his eyes and you can see pass the tears and sorrow a new found determination.

"even if my heart stops beating, you're the only one I need."

past your wary judgement...you believe him...

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posted : 08/02/23 (European date)

how will our spanish player react when his girlfriend doesn't show up to his match?

"Pedri where is she?" I asked my bestfriend looking everywhere for my girlfriend's silhouette but didn't find her

"Pablo calm down, she's probably just late" he told me while doing his exercises

I furrowed my eyebrows and kept exercising before the match begins.

-

The match started and Y/n still wasn't seen. I brushed it off and kept playing.

But oh if only he  knew earlier that he couldn't play properly when she wasn't there yelling his name in a, for once, cheerful way.

He kept pushing the players and almost got a red card for insolence.

"Looks like the number 6 is really angry tonight!" the commentator said

"Apparently his girlfriend didn't come to see him, maybe they broke up?" the second one said laughing making Pablo even more mad

"Púdrete! (fuck you)" he yelled while walking off the pitch since it was half time

He took his phone and tried to text Y/n, hoping she would answer fast enough

Y/n where are you?

Why aren't you here?

Please answer.

After 10 minutes of no answer, he started getting worried when she didn't respond his, at least, 10 calls when she never miss his calls

-

The match ended and Pablo went to the locker room without saying anything, a mix of anger and sadness filling his body as he changed while his teammates were dancing and celebrating.

Pedri came next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder rubbing it gently

"I'm sure everything is okay Pablo don't worry" he tried to assure his friend

"I don't know Pedri, she never missed any match of mine" the boy said while putting on his shirt

"We're going out to celebrate the night, maybe you should come and relax, Y/n is probably sleeping" he asked

"No, I'm not going anywhere without being 100% sure that my girlfriend is okay." he said coldly, disappointed that his friend tried to sneak him away before walking out without saying a single word

He came out and was surrounded by paparazzis and fans, making him almost go blind.

He covered his eyes with his hand and tried to go away but it didn't work, the crowd just grew bigger.

"Gavi is it true that you broke up with your girlfriend?"

"Gavi can I take a picture with you?"

"Gavi do you believe the rumors about .."

He couldn't even hear what they were saying, he just kept walking but of course it didn't do shit.

Luckily, the team came out of the stadium and now everyone's attention was on them, making Pablo almost go invisible.

He reached his car and drove to his girlfriend's house as fast as he could, rapidly parking his car and almost running.

He opened the door of her apartment since he had the keys and was welcomed by darkness which made him even more worried.

"Y/n?" He yelled but no answer so he tried the living room but nothing.

His last choice was her bedroom and when he came in, he was relieved to see her figure curled up in the bed but quickly became worried again when he saw multiple bloody tissues on the floor.

He sat on the bed as she turned after feeling a weight next to her.

-

Pov switch 😍

"Y/n?" he whispered as I lazily opened her eyes

"Oh Pablo, what time is it?" I tried to speak but my throat was really dry which made it difficult

"It's almost midnight, what's wrong?"

"Oh Pablo I'm so sorry I missed your match, I discovered that my dad was in the hospital and my nose started bleeding, I felt deezy so I laid down but it was a really, really bad idea because my nose kept bleeding even more and I suddenly got a headache and when I cried I fell asleep without even noticing I'm so sorry I didn't wanted to skip your match" I said in a single phrase

He didn't say anything which made me feel even more bad, he's probably so mad at me and it brakes my heart.

I felt tears filling up my eyes and I turned around to not watch him be disappointed of my selfishness.

Instead of leaving, he wrapped his arms around body and rubbed his cheek against mine.

"Oh Y/n I don't care if you missed the match, the principal is that you're okay and I'm so sorry for not being there for you" he said hugging me tightly "Is your dad okay though?" he asked kissing my cheek

"Yes, he broke his wrist but everything is okay now" I stated turning around so my face was facing his chest

"I'm glad to hear that, do you want to come celebrate our victory and you being fine with me hermosa?"

"Sure but I need to clean the mess first" I said getting up but he pushed me back against him

"No no no, you stay here while I clean the mess." he firmly said getting up and wrapping me around the comforter

"But I did that.." I tried to say but he threw a pillow at me, signaling that he wasn't open to any contestation

I growled while getting to the bathroom to take a shower and getting ready.

-

I got out of the shower with a towel wrapped around my body as I sat down the chair of the dressing table

The door suddenly opened and not short after I felt lips on my neck and arms around my covered chest

"I missed you today" he said against my skin making me chuckle

"Pablo let me get ready or else we will be late" I said trying to get him off but he only tightened his grip

"I don't care" he whispered as his lips trailed to my collarbone which caused me to slightly moan making him smile

"You'll have to take a second shower after we're done, amor" he whispered next to my ear making my lower stomach go crazy as he gently took off the towel

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[luciathcv]

er ist ein gangster - jjk

summary: gangster!jungkook x reader - in which you fall in love with a gangster (inspired by vorstadtjunge by sxtn) || warnings: suggestive content (no full on smut), they smoke weed, mentions of a gun || genre: fluff, established relationship || word count: approximately 1400

when he came over to you in a party

you should've pushed him away

told him to fuck off

you knew that he was no good

your friends warned you about him

but you couldn't help it

you hung out for the remainder of the party

him and you

and then, he offered to drive you home

you weren't sure what that would lead to but one thing you knew for sure is that you weren't about to let him fuck you after only a few hours of knowing him

he arrived in front of your house, the only reason he could do that was because your mom was out with her friends, not there to witness her daughter getting dropped off by jungkook

jungkook kind of had a reputation

a bad one at that

before you got out of the car, jungkook kissed you

you kissed him back, okay with just this but then you felt his hand going under your shirt

you pushed his hand away, telling him you weren't ready for all of that

he brought his hands away, holding them up, "my bad, i should've asked." he says

you can't help but giggle a little

you exchanged numbers while at the party so you guys both started texting ever since that night

he was working towards getting his license to become a tattoo artist

you had noticed his many tattoos on his arm and on his hand

you found it kind of hot

you were only still a senior in high school which was okay since he was only a year-ish older than you

one day, after school, you were starting your walk home when you saw a familiar matte black car pull up beside you

the tinted windows were rolled down and you looked inside and saw jungkook in the drivers seat, motioning for you to get in

so you did

he drove around with you for a while, talking, all that

he said he wanted to take you out that night

you were still in your uniform and just gross from being at school all day so you told him that you needed to back home but were fine with it

he gave you a small smirk before driving you back home

he kissed you once more before you left his car and went inside to get ready

later that night, around midnight, you got a text from jungkook saying that he was here, parked around the corner

you snuck out through the back door, something you'd never done before him, and headed to his car

he drove you to a place by a cliff that overlooked the city

he made sure that he backed into the parking spot so that he could open the trunk and sit with you back there while still being able to admire the view

you both sat in the trunk and he pulled out a little canister

in the canister was blunts, pre-rolled up and ready to be smoked

he took one out and pulled out his lighter that he always kept handy in his pocket

he lit the blunt that he held in his mouth with his teeth and took a puff

he then offered you the blunt but you declined (at first)

he just shrugged and didn't pester you anymore but after a few minutes, you were shyly asking him if you could try it

he handed it to you and you put in your mouth

you took a hit and couldn't help but cough a little as you handed him back the blunt

he laughed a bit

"first time?" he asked

"yeah.." you shyly admitted

"don't be shy. i can be your first time for a lot of things." jungkook responded

you shyly slapped his chest in embarrassment, making him laugh again

the next weekend, he invited you to come to his place

he picked you up, and drove you their

not wanting you walking around their alone

he didn't live in the best area

he knew that

but he knew he'd protect you as long as he was there with you

you walked inside his small house

you were shocked that he could even afford this place at such a young age

even if it wasn't much, it cost a lot to have a house

you were so innocent in that way

you and him drank, smoked, and just chilled and well, one thing led to another and you lost your v-card to him

that next morning, you'd woken up before him

you weren't sure what to do

do you do the walk of shame out of here?

leave while he's still sleeping without a word

or what?

when you went to get out of bed, he groaned and stopped you, asking where you were going

you stuttered as you tried to find the words

he just pulled you closer to him, hovering over you and kissing you, "you were really just going to leave?" he asked with a small smirk

"well, i thought that was what you wanted a hookup-"

you knew his reputation

he was a textbook fuck boy

but for him, this was different

he wouldn't have even bothered texting you after the first night if you were like the other girls

let alone, hang out with you all these times

"do you want this to just be a hookup?" jungkook asked, still hovering over you

"no.." you admitted nervously

"then i don't either." he says

weeks went by and you were still going steady

thing was, you still weren't exactly aware of his... affiliations, i guess you could call it

you never really took the time to connect the dots

that was until one night

you were chilling on the couch with him

watching a movie

when there was several aggressive knocks in his front door

you flinched and he sighed, patting your head before getting up and walking over to the door

you watched as he opened the door slightly and started talking to someone

he looked back over to you and when he saw you looking, he pushed the guy back a little and stepped out of the place, shutting the door

after a few minutes, jungkook came back inside

you look over at him and he walks over to me, sitting down next to you and putting his arm around your shoulder like nothing even happened

"who was that?" you ask

"a friend." jungkook responds

"a friend?" you repeat

"yeah." he says

"what happened?"

"what do you mean?" jungkook asks

"he was banging on the door.."

"it's nothing, baby. don't worry about it." jungkook tells you

you pout a little as you scoot away from him a little, not liking that he obviously wasn't telling the truth

jungkook let out a huff, "what's wrong?"

"why are you lying?" you ask

jungkook doesn't say anything for a few moments

"baby, i'm just looking out for you." he tells me

"how?" you ask confused, but with a bit of attitude

"babe, drop it." jungkook responds, passively

you do drop it, but that doesn't mean you act like nothing happened

you push his arm off of me and move to the other side of the couch

jungkook huffs, truth be told, he had a bit of a temper

"come here." he tells you

"no." you say

"y/n." he sternly said

you gave in, moving closer to him

"baby, i... i'm involved with some bad people. you understand?" jungkook asks

you don't say anything as i connect all of the dots in my head

the fact he has a whole house so young, the way he constantly had drugs on him, the gun that i'd found in his glove box, the way he'd always tell me he was busy but never tell me why, his tinted windows, the way he always seems to have money to spend

"oh," you say, understanding what he was getting at

"i'm sorry, baby. i should've told you from the start. i knew you wouldn't want to be with me if i did, though. i'm so selfish. i shouldn't have even gotten you involved in all of this." he tells you

you just pull him into a hug and he hugs me back

"i love you." you say, saying those three words for the first time in our relationship

jungkook stiffens a little before relaxing, "i love you too." he says back

er ist ein gangster

doch ich werde ihn für immer lieben

he is a gangster

but i will love him forever

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[wlfhrdlover]

MIDNIGHT RAIN.

Georgie Farmer x fem!reader

summary: when you noticed how Georgie started to ignore you, you decided to go and see him.

WARNINGS! angst, rude!Georgie.

WHEN YOU MET GEORGIE, it was like that the whole world lighted up, he wasn't famous or anything, he was just Georgie.

Your Georgie.

When he called you telling about his role on Wednesday you almost teared up, of course you were happy, he was your everything and you just wanted to see him shining.

But then, the things started to slip, after two months that he went to set, he called you.

"Hey, I'm sorry... can we... uh, can we leave our relationship as a secret? You know, I just don't want anyone hating you and everything..."

Of course, you agreed, you never cared about it anyways. You were happy with him and hopefully he was happy with you too, also, he was just being a caring boyfriend, right?

Weeks passed and he started to ignore everything you sent, from messages to know if he was okay to birthday videos you always sent to him. He never answered them, but you thought that it was because of his job and that he was busy so you stopped sending messages and waited until he was free again.

When he finally finished filming, you tried to call him to ask if he was okay, how it went and everything, but again, no answer. So you decided to surprise him, booking a flight to Romania.

You were so oblivious about the fact that he didn't wanted anything with you, that you thought that it was a good idea to go to his apartment. With a beautiful wrapped present in your hands and his favorite hoodie, you knocked on the door.

Who opened it was one of his cast mates, one that you didn't even know the name.

— Oh, hello?- the boy asked confused.

— Hi! I'm Georgie's friend, I don't think he mentioned about me though...- you nervously said, hoping to not sound like a crazy fan- You don't need to let me in though! I just wanted to see if he was okay, he didn't responded to my messages and I got worried- you smiled shyly.

— Oh, yeah, I can get him if you want...?- he waited for your name.

— Y/N! Are you one of his friends?- you asked and he chuckled.

— Yes! I'm Oliver, wait a second, I'll get him- he left the door open and went inside, you waited patiently.

A girl stopped on your side at the same time you tapped your phone to see the time, a photo of you and Georgie kissing and smiling on your lock screen.

— Oh my! That's cute! Are you Georgie's girlfriend?- the girl smiled and you turned around.

— Oh! Yeah, but I don't think he talked about it, you're very pretty!- you said with a smile on your face.

— Aw thanks! I'm Emma and yes, I don't think he mentioned about having a girlfriend- she said and before you could talk more, Georgie appeared on the door- You should come in! We are having a dinner and you seems pretty cool- she said.

— Hey Em, can you go inside? I'll talk to Y/N really quick- Georgie said softly and Emma looked between them.

— It's cold Georgie, you shouldn't leave her here- she frowned but Georgie completely ignored it.

— Oh no, it's okay, I didn't expected him to have guests! I'm probably interrupting something anyways- you said and Emma laughed.

— Oh please, you're not interrupting anything, Georgie wouldn't mind it! Come on- she dragged you inside and you heard Georgie sighing- Hey guys! This is Y/N, she is Georgie's girlfriend!- she excitedly said and everyone turned to look at you, making you wave shyly.

— Hi! I'm sorry, I was just supposed to see if Georgie was okay and give him something- you said and turned to look at Georgie who didn't had the greatest face.

— Georgie why you never said that your girlfriend is so pretty?- that person you knew, Jenna Ortega, one of your favorite actresses.

— Yeah, yeah, give us a minute- Georgie pulled you into the kitchen- What are you doing here?- he asked closing the door.

— I-I-I mean, you... you never texted back and I was worried and your birthday passed and I wanted to give you your present- you stuttered, he never seemed so angry before.

— I guess that if I didn't texted back it means something! Are you stupid?- he asked and you froze- And we're supposed to be a secret, why Emma knows about us?- he questioned.

— It was an accident! I didn't saw her and I went to see the time and my lock screen is us!- you defended but you were also on verge of tears- What do you mean it means something? I... I don't get it- you whispered.

— We're over! We're over Y/N! That's it!- he exclaimed throwing his arms in the air, you swallowed your tears.

— Oh- was the only thing that came out of your mouth- I'm sorry... I just thought that- he interrupted you.

— Well thought nothing Y/N, I'm trying to take my career seriously and you just annoy the shit out of me, can't you see it?- he scoffed and you simply nodded.

— Okay, I'm sorry- you muttered and looked at the present in your hands- I guess I'll go now, happy birthday by the way- you smiled sadly and put the wrap on his hands.

You open the door and starts to walk, but Emma jumped in front of you.

— Are you going? I thought you would eat with us, it's pretty cold outside- she said and you smiled.

— I'm sorry Emma, I would love to but I have a flight today, like I said, I just passed to give Georgie something and I would be going- you lied, you were supposed to go back in the next week.

— Oh, that's sad, did he liked the present? I bet he loves it!- she clasped her hands and you wanted to break down right there.

— Oh, he didn't opened it, I think he'll open later, thanks for the offer though, you're really sweet- you said and she laughed.

— Oh Y/N, I really wanted to know you better since Georgie never talked about you, but you're really sweet too! I hope we have another chance to talk!- she hugged you.

Georgie watched you walk out of the door and the clock hits midnight, the smile you gave to him broke him completely.

You were his sunshine.

You brightened every room you walked in and he just broke it because of his selfishness, you never wanted anything but his happiness.

— What the fuck did you do dude?- Oliver asked- She was all bubbly and nervous when she came in and she walked out of the kitchen with a raining cloud over her head- Georgie gulped down his own words and gripped tightly the wrapped box on his hands.

— Nothing, just... nothing- he whispered and walked to the couch and opened the gift.

Of course you bought him the watch he wanted for so long, he took it and noticed how shaky his hands were, you two never fought, you were the total opposite of him but you were always there cheering him up.

You were so calm while he was a pile of anxiety, when his days were grey you painted it with the brightest colors existent, when he just wanted to disappear you pulled him back up.

They looked outside when it started to rain badly and he grew worried, he left you alone in this cold and rain, he felt so stupid.

You were his sunshine, unfortunately, he was only the midnight rain.

[luv-gukkie]

cherry | 𖦊 : six

pairing: yandere! park jimin x f. reader, yandere! jung hoseok x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: you’re the cherry on top of everything. the little girl in front of your parents; the gooody two-shoes of your family, friends, and everyone who knows you. so when you’re staring at the two bright, red lines on the pregnancy test. you know you’re fucked, you really do. especially when there’s not only one man, but seven.

word count: +1k

tags/warnings: nothing really!

notes: jimin is kinda catching up…hoseok made an appearance!!!

tag list: @bananamochidaisy @mageprincess7 @darkuni63 @princess-sunshyn @redeyezbloodymouth @bxcndd @iloverubberduckiez-blog

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jimin's eyes stared back at the man in black. "i want you to do a job for me. an important one." the other man nods in agreement, "follow this girl. she's someone that i'll do anything for, she's my soon-to-be fiancé." jimin hands over a file with all your information and even a picture of you. he watches the man eye the file, flipping the pages and finally, he stretches his hand out in agreement. jimin smiles, "the money will go straight to your account. my assistant will email you the rest of the details of where to meet and more." shaking his trusted man's hand, "take care of her for me, and of course, yourself seo-jun." the man leaves without uttering a word, his food untouched and just his drink gone. always a quiet man with a taste for expensive alcohol just like when he was younger. jimin's head hurts after such a long day, he misses you already and yet, he doesn't want to see you. he feels anxious every time he thinks about, doesn't know what to believe. are you cheating on him? the purple-colored skin never leaving his mind. that's why jimin's gonna have seo-jun follow you, bring him back every tiny detail you do and where ever you go. he's not gonna lose to any scumbags you might be fooling around with. jimin isn't going to lose you.

seokjin spent the night with you. the pair stayed up until midnight, laughter filling the night with food placed all around the table. his eyes often glancing at the phone that stopped ringing with messages. never getting a chance to see who was texting you so much. you left him in your apartment eating by himself, promising to see him again after you come back from your classes. "why are you so busy all the time?" your best friend asked, a pout forming on her face. "just things, family things." you sat at your desk, greeting nolan with a small smile. "family, huh? do you visit them every week?" nolan questioned, a small smile on his face. "i try t—", "let's start the class!" the professor announced. but it didn't stop the three of you from talking to each other in secret. the lesson ended earlier than expected, all of you agreeing on visiting a coffee shop together. "i'll pay, don't worry." nolan took his credit card out with no problem. not a single glance at the price he was paying, just a quick swipe and he walked out without looking back. "thank you." you squealed at the excitement of having free food. "you're welcome. my parents finally put money into my account." he grinned, fiddling around with the card. after a while, all of you departed from each other with a good bye.

unaware of the man who watched the meeting from the corner of the room. taking pictures of the boy who offered to pay. his boss wouldn't like that at all. seo-jun send them all to his boss, who immediately responded. he drove behind the car the boy got in, following jimin's order to follow around the boy for the rest of the day. leaving you by yourself, no one left to watch you. not that you noticed either. after getting home, you called your parents for your usual meet up. you lived about two hours away from them. the two still living in your childhood home, where you learned to ride a bike and where you went to school. all your innocent memories. you yearn to ride a bike around the streets you used to run in. maybe a visit back home wouldn't be too bad. "i think i might visit you two." you say to the the phone that shows your parents' face. "oh please do! we miss you." their faces filled with happiness at a chance of seeing their daughter. "this sunday?" your parents quickly nod at the suggestion, "we'll have a small barbecue with the family!" you hear a door open from your phone before hearing a child's voice causing you to beam. "(y/n)! i miss you, please come back to visit me." your little brother begs, baby face pouting and tears at the brim until you finally accept. "i'll see you soon, mateo. bye!" you make a kissing face at the screen before it turns completely black.

a sudden knock at the door has you jolting up in fright. "who is it?" your mind wanders if you were supposed to meet with somebody until it hits you. you check the date and time, remembering the plans you made with a certain someone. "oh c'mon, did you forget me? already?" his voice yells through the locked door. you rush to open the door and let the bright man in. his presence immediately making your lips turn upwards. "hobi!" you shriek as he brings you into tight hug, spinning you around. there's peony flowers that he hands over to you after letting you down. a cute, huggable teddy that holds a heart filled with coconut filled chocolates. hoseok begins to speak without a single take for breath. he goes on and on about everything that has happened since two weeks ago. hoseok goes on to put the peonies into a vase, changing the other flowers that he brought. "i've missed you." you blush at his words, a little grin plastered on your face. "you did?" he hums in response, "i went to italy, brought back a couple of souvenirs for you." he tells you, pulling out a game board from his bag. "aww, you didn't have to, hobi." but all he does is shake his head, "of course i do. you're my girlfr-" he coughs in between, letting go of his sentence. "let's play. i'm gonna win this time." he smirks at you. "sure, hobi." multiple rounds later, hoseok and you are tied, always begging for another round. "i'll be right back. no cheating!" he yells in a stern voice while squinting his eyes. "i could never."

he comes back no later, "who's is this?" hoseok's tone is serious. your eyes widen at the blue toothbrush he carries along with him. "why do you have two?" his questions don't come to a stop. "who's been sleeping here, (y/n)?"

[sassylegshayne]

marry me, idiot. chapter two

SURPRISE UPDATE!! I wasn't planning on posting chapter two yet but I'm just so excited that you guys are enjoying this piece so much!! I'm honestly having so much fun writing it!! chapter two is 3.5K words! lmk what y'all think!! xx mwah

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"what's your ring size"

The text from Erin, the executive assistant, lit up your screen just past midnight.

You quickly responded, noting that it may have been a bit urgent if she texted you about it. You made sure to question her, your curiosity got the best of you.

"I have to buy you a ring before tomorrow Imfao, need a ring for the shoot"

The what? Spencer had failed to mention exactly what changed in his schedule, prompting you to quickly check your own.

"Spencer," You chastised him as you shut off the television, the episode of Friends almost over, causing a groan in frustration from him. "You didn't tell me we have a fucking shoot tomorrow!"

You huffed, your brows furrowed. Spencer couldn't hide the turn of his lips, his smile cracking through.

"Calm down, honey, it'll be fine." He put emphasis on the pet name, his voice just a bit lower than normal. Your eyes widened, surprised at every part of it, even more so as he placed a hand on your bare thigh.

"You okay?" He quipped, reaching across your lap for the remote, turning the show back on. Spencer gave your thigh a soft squeeze, enjoying this intimacy with you and the confusion that was written on your face.

"Did you lose your mind, Spence?" You felt like omething was short circuiting or misfiring in your mind because this isn't your Spencer. Your Spencer is nervous, fumbles with his words, making the most out of pocket comments in any situation, he doesn't do wel| with physical affection.

This Spencer was touching you, on purpose. He seemed so calm, do relaxed that it was managing to put you on edge.

"What? What're you talking about, dude?" Spence furrowed his brow, shaking his head lightly. "You're gonna be my wife in like a year, we can't start fighting the day we get engaged, it's a terrible look."

"The shoot tomorrow is gonna be chill, I was texting lan about it. Everyone at work is gonna know that it's fake so we'll be okay. He said that we're gonna stick to poses he seemed 'subtly romantic, whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean." Spencer was nonchalant, waving his hands around a bit as he spoke.

You nodded slowly, brows furrowed.

"Okay, yeah, that's fine. But what does that mean? Are they gonna make us be all cute and cuddly?" You sighed, nerves evident.

"Aren't we already?"

You would find out the following morning after the two of you arrived early to the building, clocks just shy of 7AM.

You rubbed your eyes, yawning as you entered wardrobe together, quickly being pulled in opposite directions to get ready. Spencer found his mind wandering to you as he went through the motions, curious about how it looked for you, what your time was entailing. You two finally met again at the front of the office, where you're greeted with a small group. Kiana, Spencer, and Brennan chatting as they awaited you.

You couldn't help but take in the simple outfit Spencer wore, it suited him well. He had a short sleeve, olive green button-up on, paired with dark khakis. It fit him so well that you knew Ki had picked it.

Spencer was glad to be ushered out of the building, finding himself speechless as soon as his eyes landed on you. You had on a tea length, light green dress. It had soft layers, accenting everything about you so beautifully; swaying with you as you walk.

Kianna had been saving the dress to gift to you, but as soon as she read the email, disregarding whether or not it was a joke, her heart called for it. She had the vision in her mind in an instant.

She's always known about the feelings you and Spencer had for each other, but couldn't bring herself to spill your guys' secrets. So she adapted early on, deciding to constantly poke at the two of you, dubbing you two work spouses.

Somewhere in the years since it started, as your feelings grew for each other, and Kiana heard everything from both of you, all she wanted was for the two of you to get together. She was so beyond excited with the stupid situation you'd put yourselves in.

Brennan drove the three of you out, both Spencer and you surprised to find that this was going to be a location shoot.

Kiana explained the ideas to you, talking about the field she had found that she thought was adorable. She went over some of the photo ideas, showing the two of you some references. She grinned as she spoke, evidently excited.

"Kiana, please take a deep breath, you're making me anxious." You laughed a bit, brows furrowed as she rolled her eyes. "I'm just excited, it's gonna be so cute and I'm excited to see y'all all cuddled up together."

She cackled a bit, turning around to grin at the two of you as Brennan tried to stifle his laughter.

With all the effort Kiana had already put into this, you could only imagine the delight she's taking in this.

Once you arrived, you stretched, yawning as Spencer approached you, tangling his fingers with yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You smiled brightly up at him, turning after a camera shutter sounds off. You find Kiana behind the lens.

On instinct you raise your free middle finger at her, used to this treatment already. Spencer copied you, his mind on the exact same page as yours.

Another shutter as Brennan and her laugh, Kiana giving a thumbs up as you and a Spencer hold in laughter.

"You guys nailed it, that's the perfect vibe for the shoot. Go get lost in the field while we set shit up." She waves you off, popping the trunk of Brennan's car.

Spencer hums the theme for Animal Crossing as you wander, laughing softly.

"This is chill, right? Like, Ki didn't pick out terrible stuff for us to do like, pose wise." Spencer shrugged as the two of you came to a stop. You stood, squinting as you faced him, the sun shining brightly now.

"I'm cool with everything, but can we agree to say something if we're not cool with it?" You held up your hand, your pinky finger extended to him.

Spencer scoffed, linking his finger with yours and shaking.

"Hell yeah, dude," He laughed as he kept shaking your intertwined hands. "Consent is key."

You doubled over in laughter, clutching your stomach as you shook your head. Spence rested his hand on your shoulder after a few moments, trying to calm you down.

"You really are The Chosen, Shayne was so spot on." Spencer rolled his eyes, pulling you into a hug. You rested your head on his chest, your arms wrapped around his waist.

You smiled as you finally caught sight of Kiana and Brennan positioned in front of you two. They were far enough away to be out of earshot, done purposefully by Kiana's call, but close enough for Brennan to work his magic.

Everyone of you had a very busy day ahead, so this would be a quiet time for each of you to enjoy.

You lifted your head, pulling Spencer's attention as he followed your gaze, laughing softly.

"You think they've been there a while, babe?" He asked, his tone shifting in the same way it did yesterday. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, squeezing you softly as you smiled at the camera.

You shifted a bit, chewing your lip as you tried to pretend that his tone and names didn't have an effect on you.

"They definitely have, I think Ki's gonna cry soon." You stated, turning to smile at Spencer, your heart melting as your eyes met. You played the moment up as he chuckled, knowing you were right, you cupped his cheek softly. Spencer followed your lead, resting one hand on your waist as his other rested atop your hand on his face.

"Oh shit," Spencer jumped a bit, Kiana's gasp heard as loud as could be as you two separate. He dug in his pocket for a second before grinning. "You need this."

He held his hand out, presenting your ring to you. It had completely slipped your mind, the conversation with Erin felt like it happened days ago.

It was a simple ring, but it was perfect. The silver band held a single faux diamond.

"Erin said it's stainless steel and cubic zirconia, you can wear it as much or as little as you want to, I think." Spencer spoke as you laughed, holding up your right hand, giving him the chance to slip on the ring for the first time.

The both of you could feel an intimacy in this moment, a shift in the air.

"Wrong hand!! Wrong hand, no!" Screams pulled your attention from the moment as Ki and Brennan frantically yell at you two, waving their hands around wildly. You two laugh as you lift up your left hand now. The tension you both felt in the moment had dissipated quickly, Spencer making no show of putting it on now.

You fiddle with it for a second before flicking your ring finger to the pair that had interrupted your bubble. Spencer laughs as the camera shutters again.

You liked to imagine that everytime your heart fluttered was when Brennan shot, because you hadn't noticed the sound again until now, so lost in your time with your best friend. He breaks you from your thoughts as Spencer grabs your waist, bracing your back with his other arm as he spins you away from the camera. He dips you as your mixed laughters fill the air around you once again.

The two of you spend a bit longer together, Kiana yelling instructions for how to pose before calling you in closer. The closer shots were very full of natural smiles and laughter, as your small group continued to crack each other up.

You soon wrapped, finally checking your phone, finding it just past ten in the morning. Your stomach growled as you all piled into the car again, agreeing to hit a drive thru.

"I'm honestly really upset with the two of you." Brennan spoke solemnly as Spencer and you slummed into the backseat, out of his eyesight in the rearview.

"I'm gonna be editing all day because there were too many good shots. I'm gonna have to stare at you two all day long."

You arrived back to the office, Erin's schedule, the one she rushed to add to your calendars this morning as you both changed, directed you towards the Pit stage.

Kiana was quick to push you two back to wardrobe, claiming that you couldn't wear your same outfits, it would out everything.

You slipped your jeans back on, and opted for a black pizza place shirt you kept at your desk. You greeted Spencer back at the stage, finding him in the same pants, now with his navy blue shirt from this morning.

Two identical yellow stools sat centerstage, a table placed in front of it. The lighting seemed more dim than usual, and maybe a more warm toned, too.

Eventually the pair of you were situated at the table, being told over and over again to scoot closer as they check the framing for the cameras.

"Okay!" Kiana clapped loudly as Spencer adjusted himself on the stool, looking to you with furrowed brows. You two were used to being close and touching, but it felt weird on camera.

You both decided to keep the physical affection to a bare minimum on screen, not wanting the internet to run too far with their ideas. It didn't mean the two of you were great at remembering that, but for the most part, this was the closest you two had been durning filming.

The weight setting in as you realize this would also be the first video with just you two, and it was a big joke.

You giggled a bit, earning a glare from Ki that silences you quickly.

"We're gonna do our announcement video. wanted to wait until you guys were more comfortable with faking a relationship, but we need this in case it leaks or anyone posts anything about it." She grinned, nodding. The both of you nodded along, Spencer rubbing his palms on his pants nervously.

He felt like he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs until his voice gave out. There wasn't a project Smosh had presented to a Spence that scared him, but he was a bundle of nervousness and terror right now. He was so scared by how natural all of this came to the both of you, granted, it had only been the one photoshoot. Still, the ring on your finger that you continued to fidget with weighed so heavily on his heart; he wanted so badly for it to be real.

"Spence? You good?" You ask, smiling softly as you glance at him, taking his right hand in your left, squeezing it gently. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he felt the cold metal of the ring press into his skin.

"Yeah, let's do this shit." He nodded, squinting his eyes as he smouldered at the camera, causing you to chuckle.

"Okay, let's do an intro, just introduce yourself and your roles, then you guys can take any explaining you'd like to do from there." Kiana grinned, giving you guys two thumbs up as she stood offstage.

You tooka deep breath, giving Spencera small hug before settling back in place, smiling brightly.

"Hey guys," You grin, waving at the camera.

"The editors are taking over the channel, Shayne and Courtney are no more." Spencer grinned, laughing softly. You rolled your eyes at him as Shayne's laugh is heard off camera.

"If you don't know who we are by now, this is Spencer." you gesture to the man beside you as he waves at the camera. "He's an editor here, and my best friend."

"Thank you, thank you. My college here with me today is Y/N." He began, grinning softly as he watched you pose, resting your head on your hands. "She's also an editor here, she's my best friend, and she's my fiance.'

He swiveled back to the camera, grinning brightly as you squealed, holding your left hand out proudly to the fans. A bright blush was apparent across your cheeks and Spencer's.

"So yeah, that's what this whole video is about today, which is probably a big shock to you guys, so we'd like to explain a little bit." You smiled brightly, grabbing Spencer's hand from his thigh to intertwine your fingers.

"Ki, how long have we been together? Cut this part, also, just, yanno.." Spencer trailed, waving his other hand around as he squinted, looking for Kiana.

"I'd say no less than two or three years." She shrugged, a few people mumbling in agreement.

"Four?" You shrugged, as Spencer mirrored your movement squeezing your hand.

"Cool, all good now, carry on." He laughed, as you shook your head, smiling at him as he began to get back on track.

"We've actually been dating for a little over four years now" He chuckled, chewing his lip glanced over at you. "We kinda just kept it to ourselves for a while, unintentionally. Like, we already posted about each other and cuddled and did super couple-ly shit, so the title change wasn't a big deal."

You couldn't stop yourself from staring at Spencer as he spoke, sounding so sincere and genuine that it tugged at your heart strings.

"We did also talk about keeping it from you guys, which wasn't easy, but we liked having the privacy of our relationship; it was fun to think that no one but us knew about us." You turned a bit, bumping your knees with his as Spencer stared down at his lap, grinning. This felt unreal. He couldn't believe this was something you two were in for together.

"We didn't intentionally keep it from everyone at Smosh, though!" You were quick to defend yourselves, eyes wide.

"That was an accident, but they found out when we moved in together, like, two years ago, so it's all cool now!" You grinned, winking at you gave the camera a thumbs up, Spence unable to contain his laughter beside you.

"It was just because we weren't quite prepared for how everyone on the internet would react, more so me than Spencer." You chuckled as he raised his brows, shrugging.

"Now I'm excited as fuck!" You grinned, bouncing in your seat a bit as Spencer laughed again.

He huffed, rolling his eyes as he pouted.

"C'mon, we're gonna have to edit that." He spoke low, causing you to fall into a fit of laughter, which spurred Spencer into a fit of his own. You two continued laughing for a bit, wiping tears when you calmed down, mindlessly creating more work for yourselves, again.

"We figured since we were gonna tell you guys about it, or since the internet figures everything out, why not make it more interesting? Plenty of people around Smosh have gotten married, sure." He scoffed, waving his hand as he spoke, feigning seriousness. You couldn't contain your giggles as Spencer spoke, nodding along with everything he said.

"Not once in those weddings were both of the parties Smosh employees, let alone two that were shipped online already!" He exclaimed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, tugging you into his side for a warm hug.

You wrapped your arms around his waist as you grinned at the camera, resting your head on his shoulder.

"What all of that means is that this wedding is a pretty big deal for everyone here at Smosh. Especially with so many of our close friends being our coworkers." You spoke, gesturing to the people behind the cameras. A small cheer rang out from a few people in the crew, causing the both of you to smile.

"Soon, we will be uploading wedding themed Smosh videos!" You squealed, jumping a bit as you squeezed Spencer before you sat back onto your stool.

"We're not gonna do like, wedding videos, but themed ones, kinda like how the Smosh Games series worked. That means you're gonna get to see our usual content, just with a wedding twist. We have a Wedding Party Try Not to Laugh planned, right, Ki?" Spencer grinned, feeling the excitement bubbling in his chest the more he spoke.

Kiana called out an excited 'yes', her thumbs up again as some cheers erupted from the crew. Spoiling an upcoming video was not a concern for her at the moment as she watched her two best friends fall more in love with each other.

Ki was thankful that the lights were still bright enough to keep her from your sights as she stood, teary-eyed, her hands clutched at her chest.

"I think we have some video games, maybe a couple of our other original series too!" You grinned, nodding as you looked to Spencer, finding him already looking at you.

You two were pulled away as Kiana called for an outro. You were quick to start the end card part, glad to have an excuse to stop yourself from staring into Spencer's blue eyes.

The two of you quickly took off your mics before heading in opposite directions for lunch. You brought up the idea this morning on your way in together.

You were worried that Spencer would get tired of seeing you so much, especially with everything happening this quickly.

He was quick to insist that your assumption was false, claiming he'd spend forever with you, winking. Spencer was allowed to make these jokes now, you two were literally, well, more technically engaged. Still counts.

It was almost ironic when you enter your office to find Spencer eating at his desk.

You had initially headed in the opposite direction to find Patrick, needing to talk to him about a scene in a new skit.

You couldn't seem to figure out how exactly he wanted to timeline to run in the video, so it was fairly important.

After no luck with your search for the writer, you headed back towards your office, settling on ordering delivery.

You sat in your chair beside him, laughing softly.

"I thought you didn't wanna spend time with me on your lunch break." He chuckled as he wiped his mouth, setting down a container in front of you.

Spencer knew you well enough to order your food for you, expecting to find you seated beside him eventually. You like to make lunch plans with others early, you didn't often eat by yourself. You'd turn up at your desk after not making plans. He cared about you so much, fuck.

You couldn't help the blush the appeared on your cheeks every single time that Spencer did this, no matter how often it was.

He'd come in after you most mornings, greeting you with a kiss on the forehead as he places a coffee on your desk before sitting at his own. He'd check the time before you did, mindlessly ordering lunch for the two of you as you got lost in your work. You had a habit of accidentally working your way through your break, unless Spencer set a box in front of you, unaccepting of any money you tried to give him.

It was the little things that made you fall in love with you best friend. Love wasn't a word you used to describe your feelings to Kiana, scared you'd have to watch her explode, but you knew you were in love with Spencer.

You love him, romantically, and he loves you, platonically. That's fine.

"Spencer, I love spending time with you," You huffed, pouting softly as you popped open the box, finding your go-to order inside.

You hold your left hand up between the two of you. "I'm literally, technically about to spend forever with you, dude."

He laughed, flicking you off as he placed his headphones on, choosing to squeeze in some editing on his lunch break in-between your shoots.

In reality, Spencer didn't think he could spend his break talking to you like everything was normal. He still wanted to scream, maybe until he passed out now.

You scrolled on your phone, occasionally nudging the man beside you to show him something, Spencer huffing a breath of air out of his nose each time.

When you stood, Spencer was quick to pull off his headphones, rubbing his eyes a bit.

"Call time, big boy." You chuckled, reaching your hand down to rub his shoulder softly before you made your way towards the Pit set, again.

Spencer followed behind you, brows furrowed when his eyes landed on a certain someone standing on the stage. He subconsciously knew you had stopped to stare in confusion too.

[ryeriy]

don't you remember?

warnings: mentions of sex, fluff

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a/n: the story is told from two different tine zones so yeah. this is inspired by one of my favorite songs called isn't it midnight by fleetwood mac and this is probably my favorite because of it. I'm going to link the song because it is so good.

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5:06 PM, ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA

"Dude, I swear she's real! I saw her with my eyes! She's not fake!" Trevor exclaims at his brown-haired friend, who's laughing at him.

"She's not real Trevor, all you've told me is that you met her at a bar and had sex, you said you didn't even see her face and said she was pretty! You also said she was like a hippie and was qoute on qoute, calm, cool and collected. You don't even remember her name! She's not real! Wouldn't you think you'd remember a pretty girl?" He says while laughing at him. Laughing at how delusional he is sounding right now. "Jack, I'm not making this up! I had sex with her!" The delusional dark-haired one exclaims. "Whatever, you're lying." Jack sighs.

9:06 PM, PORTLAND, MAINE

"(Y/n)! You didn't have sex with THE Trevor Zegras. It's impossible!" Exclaimed a dirty blonde, beautiful, young women.

"Um I did! Remember when I went to Anaheim to see my sister? Well I came across an individual who happened to be him and I had sex with him!" I argued against the blonde. "Well yeah I look a bit weird and my personality is a bit questionable but that doesn't mean anything!"

"Well why didn't you get his number (y/n)?" She questioned me, I was looking clueless. "It was late Kat! I had to go to the airport to catch my flight!" "Yeah? Well you had enough time to screw each other but no time to exchange numbers?" Kat explained to me. "When was this anyways (y/n)?" She asked me. "Few months ago..." "And you didn't tell me till now! Jesus (y/n)! You claim you had sex with a famous hockey player and you don't think of telling me?!" Kat yelled at me for answers that I didn't have.

I explained to her what happened. Kat still denied to believe a single word that came out of my mouth. We kept arguing going back and fourth. The ding on her phone silenced the two of us. She checker her phone. "Oh that's weird." She said while making her face. "What is it now Kat?" I say while laughing at the face she made.

5:49 PM, ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA

"Ha! What a coincidence!" Jack says while pointing to his phone. "Yes?" Trevor questions him. "Well remember how I said I had this friend who lives in Maine?" He said. "What about her?"

"Well I texted her saying that you know, you keep blabbering about this girl who doesn't exist. She responded and said lol funny story. She told me that her friend, (y/n), and she is blabbering like you saying she was in Anaheim to vist family and she had sex with Trevor Zegras." Jack sighs.

"Can you ask your friend for her number?" Those are the words that slip from his mouth. "No I told you so?" Jack questioned questions. "What's. Her. Number." He repeats himself. "Fine, I'll ask her."

10:13 PM, PORTLAND, MAINE

"Oh my God, Kat! You will never believe this!" I jump up and down smiling so hard at my phone. "What?" She says while looking over at me. "He texted me! Trevor freaking Zegras texted me!" She rushes over to look down at my phone and she's in shock.

"I didn't think he would do it!" Kat says while sighing. "Do what?" I ask her. "Give him your number!" Kat wasn't making sense. Is she secretly friends with Trevor Zegras and decided not to tell me? "Wait are you friends with Trevor Zegras or something? Is that why he texted me?" I ask her. "No! My friend Jack is thoug-" I cut her off before she finished the sentence. "Jack Hughes?! You're friends with Jack Hughes and didn't mention it!?" I'm shocked. What else is she hiding, she's not Kat. "I didn't think I had to." She says while laughing. I sigh and laugh with her.

"Now, if you excuse me I have a very hot hockey player to talk to." I sa my while laughing and walking into my room. I heard Kat sigh as I walked into my bedroom. She probably turned on the TV or something for her.

6:30 PM, ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA

"Dude! She's actually texting me!" Trevor says to Jack. His face is bright red while he's looking at his phone. "I'll leave you to you it." Jack leaves the room and he leaves Trevor to be in love and fall for this girl he met once. The two started chatting for a long time, a really long time.

y/n <3

Hey, it's Trevor! I don't know if you remember me but we hooked up that one night. I just wanted to say I'm sorry that we didn't keep in touch but I'm texting you now so I hope you see this and we can talk :)

Hey! I'm y/n btw I don't think I introduced myself the first time we met. I'd love to keep in touch with you. You know when I first told people about our interaction they didn't believe me but since my friend, Kat is friends with your friend she had to believe me I guess lol.

Nice to meet you y/n. I was hoping we could talk. If you're not busy right now because if you're busy I can talk later but no rush.

I can tell you talk a lot.

Is that a bad thing?

No I like that about you :)

Thanks....so do you have time to talk...?

For you? Of course I do.

11:46 PM, PORTLAND, MAINE

I've been talking to him for just about an hour. I'm so in love with him already. We've been talking about almost everything you can talk about. All of the sudden a call notification pops up on my phone. Oh wow. I'm shocked. He's calling me. I pinched myself to make sure this whole thing wasn't a dream. I answer the call and hold my phone up to my War.

"Hello, (y/n)." I hear him say. I feel like I just melted from the overload of all this. I feel like a million butterflies were released into my stomach. I feel like my hear is going to explode from how fast it's pounding. "Hey." Is all I can say.

"How's it going pretty girl?" I can hear him smiling over the phone from California. He can probably hear me being a complete boy crazy mess for him.

"Good now that you called." I say while laughing at the end. I can hear him laugh along too.

"So, Jack was telling me his friend was from Maine. I'm assuming that's also where you live?" He asks. I still can't believe this actually happening to me.

"Yeah. She and I are roommates." I reply to him. I hear him let out an Mhm. I'm so anxious waiting for him talk again.

"Isn't it midnight for you? You know since your like on the other side of the world?" I laugh.

"Yeah almost. You do realize I'm not on the other side of the world? I'm just across the country." I say while laughing. I hear him let out a chuckle.

"Same thing." He says with a pause. "I'll let you go since you probably should sleep. I'll talk to you later?"

"Yeah, talk to you later." I say back to him as I hang up. I smile while I bring my phone down from me ear. I'm so in love with him.