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My ADD Medication Journey - Mar 12, 2024
Well holy hell I finally got my next prescription filled!
Took long enough! Gah-dam!
The doctor has me on a new formulation--25 mg, half immediate release, half extended release.
I will be very curious to see how this goes--because I'm not stupid enough to try it right now. It's 7pm. I have no intention of staying awake all night.
But finally, at long last, the power to focus is mine once again!
God feared me because he knew I would be too powerful if I could focus. So he nerfed me.
He was right to fear me, and he should again, because I now have CHEAT CODES!!
AND I AM GOING TO IDENTIFY AS A FUCKING PROBLEM FOR HIM!! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
#ADD#ADHD#Attention Deficit Disorder#Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder#Medication#Journal#Smokey's ADD Meds Journey#Pink and the Brain is an allegory for having ADD#Brain just wants to take over the world#But Pinky keeps ruining things because Pinky#And yet Pinky is still an integral part of the dynamic#Julia is my inner woman raging to come out and bite people#Does that make me trans?#Or am I just silly?#Probably a bit of both
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Alastor X Reader Headcanons
✅️Romantic
❌️Platonic
TW: Violence, Kidnapping, Alastor eating bitches
Description: Alastor's X Wife!Reader who gets kidnapped and how he deals with that
Alastor's relationship with you is a strong one, the two of of you drawn to each other in an almost supernatural way
But you also trust each other's strengths and aren't prone to stepping in each other's fights
Regardless of how powerful you are
I got your pinkie fingers bby go kick his ass
Holds your shopping bags for you while you go kick ass
Unless of course you ask him to
He likes it when you fix his hair afterwards, preening like a giant rooster as you do
THE POINT IS-
It's not like Alastor spends all his time glued to your hip or sending you out with bodyguards
You can take a damn walk by yourself
You do have a target on back though, if not because of your own strength/actions, then because of your husband
So it's not unusual when someone tries to pick a fight with you
But when you're suddenly ambushed and kidnapped, against the fact that you fought hard to avoid it
Fucking holy weapons
That's new
Well I suppose you'll just have to wait for your husband to come and get you out of this mess
*spits out blood*
Not you bragging about how fucked your kidnappers are once Alastor gets there
He's already going to be mad that they kidnapped his wife, but the fact that they've now put hands on you??? Made you bleed???
Oh they're so fucked
So just sit back and look pretty while you wait for your boo to come and rescue you
And you do look pretty
Keep your damn hands off
Alastor knows something is up when you don't come home, knows that someone must've gotten to you
If the old geezer watched tv maybe he would've known a little sooner
Maybe he would've known that your little fight made the news
Tf was he gonna do?? Wait for it to show up in the papers??
BREAKING NEWS!! RADIO DEMON'S BABE WIFE GETS KIDNAPPED AFTER EPIC BATTLE!
But when Angel shows him that you've been kidnapped Alastor literally just-
Makes this face:
Oh he's getting his wife back
RIP Angel's phone 😭
He's visibly very calm about the whole thing though, which makes the others even more worried
"Well then! I suppose I'll have to get Y/N back myself, won't I? You all wait here, I won't be long now~"
Alastor does give them a chance to give you back before he comes and hunts them down
It's one of the most terrifying radio broadcasts people have listened to but this is his WIFE we're talking about
On the inside he is VERY ANGRY
Even if they do bring you back he still eats them
Fuck them he never promised them anything
They took and HURT HIS WIFE
If they don't bring you back then they're going to be subjected to slaughter like they've never known before being eaten
Not him using his massive demonic form to rip apart their safe house
Anyone who doesn't know Alastor like you do will think he's being surprisingly playful about it all
But as his wifers you know he's raging by the look in his eyes 👀 not merely playing with his food
Not wifey just sitting back and admiring Alastor while he works 💅✨️
Damn this is really doing it for me
Admires how elegantly you stretch and rub your wrists after your bindings are undone, so graceful even after taking a beating
"Thank you, Alastor~ Right on time as always~"
He begs to differ
"Anything for you, my dear."
Won't really look at you until you grab his chin and force him to, Alastor giving you a guilty smile
Le kiss
Leans in to touch foreheads with you, the two of relaxing in each other's arms amongst the carnage
Casually licks the blood off your face to ruin the moment before taking your arm
"Now let's get you home, my darling~"
Doesn't leave you alone for the rest of the night, trying to hide the fact that he's fretting over you
You want to take a bath and get cleaned up? He'll help you!
You want to lay down and rest after a stressful day? He's actually pretty tired too so you two should go to bed together
Will 100% broadcast their screaming souls as a warning to anyone else who wants to try that little stunt again
Falls asleep to it actually, one arm wrapped around you as he drifts off so that when he wakes up, he'll know you're right there with him
He doesn't think any less of you, he's been beat before too
Don't remind him
Will absolutely call himself your hero for like a week straight and land himself in the doghouse by the end of it
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My thoughts on Maomao and her parents
Spoilers for Maomao's backstory and maybe for some future instances in the LNs. Also this is not a proper analysis, do not expect much structure, lol
One of the saddest things to me in this story is that Maomao probably craved Fengxian's love until the very end, regardless of what she is saying. After all, who wouldn't want to feel their own mother's love, right? Maomao keeps saying that she doesn't know how to love, however I believe this is simply a coping mechanism for her. We know that she loves Luomen, her sisters, the Granny, even Xiaolan and Loulan (yes, I do think she loved them). Hell, she also has "certain affections" for our beloved red flag, as she herself states in her mind. Yet she doesn't classify any of that as love proper. Instead, she comes back to the cut tip of her pinky and repeats her favorite phrase about how she left that feeling somewhere in the past. There where she also left her mother, who is now just the woman who gave birth to her. Still, she administered Fengxian's medicine time and time again. Still she set up the perfect opportunity for Lakan to find her. Still she danced for her under the night sky with a heavily injured leg. Still she bowed to her remains and played her last game of go for her. I don't think she had it in herself to love the woman who pushed her away, but part of Maomao wanted to love her, I believe. And to be loved back. Granted, Luomen and the women at Verdigris house did their best to raise Maomao, but it wasn't enough to replace what could have been.
If anything, our dear apothecary is probably more frustrated than anything. She doesn't hate her parents, no. I would go as far as to say that she actually feels bad for them ( I mean, who wouldn't). Of course, she would never admit that, which leads to her other coping mechanism, namely her extremely abrasive language when referring to Fengxian and Lakan (come on now, breeding mare and stallion? Girl, chill). She would rather feign indifference, lest she has to confront her feelings, which is her least favorite thing to do, as we know. After all, it's these two people's feelings that got them all to that state. If even such intelligent people could make such a blunder because of feelings, why would she want to feel love or be loved? This is also reflected in the scene where she is telling Jinshi that she wants to be executed with poison. Jinshi answers that he would never execute her. Maomao's answer? It doesn't matter what he wants to do, it only matters if he CAN do it. To me, this is a direct reference to her parents' story. Lakan wanted to be with Fengxian, but couldn't. Fengxian wanted to reach out to him, but couldn't. It all ended in ruin because of that damn feeling called love. Of course, this is also why Maomao just refuses to even consider that she can love (btw, I don't mean strictly one type of love, this is a very vast and complicated feeling with many facets, and I mean all of them here). So she simply claims that she doesn't, yet her actions tell a different story.
Now, I have never been in a similar situation, so I do not claim to know what a person like Maomao would truly think and feel of this. But I think that deep down she wonders what it would have been like to have been loved without being hurt. For her cries to have been met with warmth and not with silence. For her mother to have hugged her instead of having chased her away. And maybe Fengxian wanted the same, but knew that it was not possible. Maybe she was ashamed and disappointed in herself. What good would it be for that child to love her? The child, whose destiny might turn out not too different from her own. Indeed, in the end, no matter what anyone wanted, Fengxian could only become the woman who gave birth to Maomao. And Maomao could only learn to accept that.
#the apothecary diaries#kusuriya no hitorigoto#maomao#fengxian#lakan#sorry for the long read#did not expect to write that much tbh#but I think about that a lot#that whole family deserved better
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Cuddling headcannons
diluc, wanderer, xiao, childe
a/n: IM TIREEED. I might start writing fnaf fics especially because of the recent release of ruin
Diluc
physical touch is one of his biggest love languages. Change my mind
kisses, holding hands, and hugs when he comes home laze in the evening, are his favourite thing.
He hugs you from behind and lays his shoulder on your head
when cuddling in bed, he’s usually the big spoon
but if you’re the big spoon his face turns as red as his hair
In cold winters he gives you his jacket and hugs you to keep you warm
more utc
he smells like burnt fire wood and grapes
his hair smells so good
Diluc is like a walking heating-something
you will never be cold with him
sit on his lap and pepper his face with kisses
if you’re tired he‘ll carry you to bed and cuddle with you until you fall asleep
you will never have to move a muscle again
Wanderer
He longs for your touch. He always does
he would obviously never ask
whenever you hug him, his body tenses up
he still feels your touch lingering on his body minutes after you hugged him
if he hugs you back, he hides his face in your shoulder, because he’s read and would never want you to see
“What are you doing. Do it again“
never seen someone so flustered
hides his face in the crook of ur neck
cant hold ur hand without turning SUPER red
instead he links his pinky with yours
you can hug him and cuddle him like a teddy bear
he will complain but he wont do anything to make you let go
waits until you fall asleep to cuddle with you
Xiao
He is very similar to the wanderer when it comes to physical touch
lays his head on your lap so that you can play with his hair
Falls asleep on u 100%
flustered boy
tries to hide is face in his hands or by turning his head away
if you fall asleep on him, he‘ll wrap an arm around you and will try to keep you warm
very stiff because he wasn’t shown any physical affection in years
He’s definitely the little spoon no matter what you say
your touch calms him and his karmic debt down
he can sleep better when he’s cuddling with you but he tells you its only because he can be sure you’re safe
hugs u from behind with his arms loosely around your waist
wishes he could remain in your arms forever
Childe
full on tackles you down
squishes ur cheeks
hugs you so tightly you swear you can’t breathe
clings to you in a very annoying lovely way
can be both little and big spoon
peppers your face with kisses
if you wake up in the morning to him cuddling you, you probably wont be able to move an inch from his tight grip
i can’t mention how he’s constantly cuddling you enough
loves when you go through his hair while cuddling
actually has a rather big fear of being left behind which is why he is always clinging onto you
kisses on the nose and forehead. For both of you.
love him and hug him back pls
#rainstops#genshin headcanons#headcanon#diluc genshin impact#genshin impact#genshin x reader#xiao genshin impact#xiao genshin#diluc genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#diluc x reader#xiao x reader#childe#tartaglia#childe x reader#wanderer#scaramouche x reader#scara#scara x reader#wanderer genshin#wanderer x reader
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╰┈➤ bestfriend’s to lovers hc’s
warnings: nsfw mentions, mentions of violence.
: ̗̀➛ if y/n had to describe her friendship with rafe cameron, it would certainly be partners in crime.
: ̗̀➛ they’d been best of friends for years, ever since they met on the playground. he’d found her crying underneath the climbing frame because jason todd said she was ugly.
: ̗̀➛ for rafe, that was it. the was the moment he decided he was going to stick by her side forever, and he did.
: ̗̀➛ and you can put money on him going and beating the ever living shit out of jason todd for what he did. if anything, it became a life long vendetta, rafe never forgot what he did, not even by the time he and y/n turned 19.
: ̗̀➛ but nevertheless, it sealed the deal. he protected her life his life depended on it, and she’d attempt to keep him away from trouble.
: ̗̀➛ it was so undeniably opposites attract like you’d never seen opposites attract. y/n was just a small, harmless little girl. and rafe? well, he was rafe, a snarky little boy who enjoyed getting into trouble.
: ̗̀➛ ward and rose adored her more and more throughout the years, she was always welcome at tannyhill.
: ̗̀➛ they saw her influence on rafe, and hoped she’d knock some sense into him when she could.
: ̗̀➛ they also saw her unbelievable kindness, she was always down to help around the house if she could or if wheezie needed help with homework.
: ̗̀➛ she’d even be there when rafe wasn’t, just so she could hang out with his family.
: ̗̀➛ “you scared the shit out of me!”
: ̗̀➛ “i’m part of the furniture rafe, i’m literally always here”
: ̗̀➛ when they reached the ages of parties, alcohol, drugs and sex, they experienced everything together.
: ̗̀➛ they were each others first kiss, they did their first line of cocaine together, their first drink together, when i say everything, i mean everything.
: ̗̀➛ things got a bit sticky when it came to sex, when they were 16, rafe was already a mouth watering sight, he was tall and muscular, what girl wouldn’t want him? so there he was, a new girl on his arm
: ̗̀➛ and y/n was physically gifted too, a beautiful face and prominent curves, but she was a lot more reserved, she didn’t want to give away her virginity to just anyone.
: ̗̀➛ so when it came down to it, and she’d been made to feel insecure about it, rafe offered to be her first.
: ̗̀➛ “i..are you sure?”
: ̗̀➛ “of course i’m sure y/n”
: ̗̀➛ they both pinky promised each other it wouldn’t be weird after, and it wouldn’t ruin their friendship.
: ̗̀➛ and it didn’t, but feelings certainly blossomed after.
: ̗̀➛ the next few months we’re filled with burning jealousy and rage for one another, seeing the other flirt with other people.
: ̗̀➛ around this time, little arguments ensued as they discreetly sabotaged the others relationships.
: ̗̀➛ “did you tell rachel i had an std?”
: ̗̀➛ “what? no of course not..”
: ̗̀➛ “rafe! you can’t just beat the shit out of any boy that gets close to me!”
: ̗̀➛ “i didn’t like the look of him…”
: ̗̀➛ it wasn’t until sarah had to mediate one of their bigger arguments that they were finally confronted by their growing feelings for one another.
: ̗̀➛ “can you guys just kiss and make up already? it’s about time..”
: ̗̀➛ and that’s exactly what happened.
: ̗̀➛ as they stared at each other, the initial anger of the situation slowly dissipating, they both leaned in, their lips connecting aggressively.
: ̗̀➛ rafe’s hands lingered on her waist as her found their way onto his face, cupping his jaw as she deepened the kiss.
: ̗̀➛ “i love you, i always have..”
: ̗̀➛ the pair were even more powerful in a relationship as they were before.
: ̗̀➛ having finally admitted and confronted their feelings, they need to protect one another only grew.
: ̗̀➛ wherever y/n went, rafe was never far. whether she was working a shift at the island club, or shopping around town, he’d always be lurking, scanning the people around them for potential threats.
: ̗̀➛ she found it particularly amusing whenever someone tried to hit on her, entirely oblivious to the 6’2 giant sneaking behind them, observing his prey.
: ̗̀➛ together, they were like a punch. y/n was the swing, the split second you have to dodge the incoming impact. rafe was definitely the punch, he’d lost count of the amount of people he’d beaten to a pulp just for looking at her, never-mind attempting to talk to her.
: ̗̀➛ both of their parents would watch on in awe as the two spent time together at one another’s houses. admiring the love they had for each other at such a young age.
: ̗̀➛ and it certainly wasn’t coming to an end any time soon.
#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x fem!reader#outer banks#rafe cameron#outerbanks rafe#obx#rafecameron#dom!rafe#rafe obx#rafe smut#soft!rafe cameron#bestfriend!rafe
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omg meg baby imagine giving steve a haircut <3 he’s like so anxious at first n then he gets so so relaxed n he’s lowkey nappijg by the end and u wake him up and he’s like. hm? with the softest voice ever <3 <3
— @inkluvs (ivy)
mr. perfect hair | steve harrington x reader
word count : 777
author's note : omg it’s so funny you sent this in because i’m literally getting a hair cut tmr !! anyway. . . this is my first stevie request :3 eeek im a little nervous. i hope it's okay! <3
˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗
although you adored your boyfriend's infamous hair more than anyone, even you could admit he was in dire need of a trim. getting steve to agree, however, would take some serious convincing on your part. especially considering his last trip to the barber shop was, in steve's words, "scarring for life". he didn't leave the house for almost a month after the disastrous haircut without any sort of hat atop his head.
luckily for you, you had that boy wrapped around your finger — knowing exactly what it would take to get your stevie to do just about anything you asked, including giving his precious hair a little trim.
. . .
adorned in your boyfriend's favorite dress, and shoes to match, you pulled a fresh batch of your homemade chocolate chip cookies out of the oven — baked to perfection — and placed them next to a bottle of steve's preferred beer, waiting for his arrival.
as if on queue, steve walked through the doorway, smiling at the sight of you before abruptly pausing due to the sweetness that filled not only the air, but now his senses. "i know that smell. those are your bribery cookies... what are you up to?" he questioned with a suspicious but ever so loving look, preparing himself to inevitably say yes to whatever it is you were about to ask of him.
"well... you see i just made an appointment for a haircut and i was thinking maybe it's time you get one too," you smiled hesitantly, attempting to gauge his reaction.
"i don't know, baby. i don't think i can go back to that salon. they messed up big time. practically ruined me. i can't be steve 'the hair' harrington with no hair."
you rolled your eyes at his dramatics before cutting off the rest of his rant, "i'll do it for you, stevie." noticing him soften at your plea, you continued, "please let me do it for you? can't see those beautiful eyes of yours with all that hair in the way." you spoke calmly while looking up at him with your award-winning puppy dog eyes, hoping it would do the trick.
after a brief moment of silent contemplating, steve let out a loud sigh, "fine." you began to jump up and down in celebration. "but," he emphasized, "only a little bit, baby. no more than an inch, okay?"
you nodded excitedly in response.
"you promise?" steve gave a pointed look, holding his pinkie finger up towards you, waiting for your own to intertwine with his. "i promise, stevie! i'll do just enough to get off all the dead ends, that's it!"
"hey! I don't have dead ends. my hair is perfect!"
"keep telling yourself that pretty boy," you teased while ruffling his truly perfect hair.
. . .
after a few minutes of anxiousness, steve remembered it was only you doing his hair, not some stranger who didn't know the first thing about him, but you. you who probably saw his hair more than he did. you who knew exactly how he liked it styled. he knew he could trust you, he could always trust you.
as you began to gently brush through his ends, you felt him relax and even lean into your touch, letting out a long, content sigh.
knowing he was finally calm enough, you grabbed the scissors you had prepared next to you and slowly started to snip away at his hair, small pieces descending to the floor after every cut.
soon after, you were making one last snip before placing the scissors down and brushing your fingers through steve's soft strands, noticing the way your boyfriend's eyes began to flutter closed.
"feel good, stevie?"
goosebumps cover his body from your whispered words and soft touches. "yes," he hummed in response. "can you play with my hair forever, sweetheart?"
"i'm not sure about forever, but i'll try my best. do you wanna see how it looks?"
he shakes his head. "if you did it, i'm sure it's perfect." pressing a quick kiss to your temple while guiding you towards the couch. "right now i just want you to keep playing with my hair. please?" practically begging at this point, how could you say no to your sweet boy.
. . .
you remain on the couch for the rest of the night, steve's head resting on your lap while you give him all the head scratches he wants and deserves, almost lulling him right to sleep.
"i hope you know you're the only one who's allowed to cut my hair from now on, sweetheart."
you giggle. "are you sure you can afford me? i'm pretty expensive. and those head scratches are extra you know."
#stevie <3#steve harrington#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington imagine
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Sunset lover
~Pairing: gn!Reader x Mingyu
~Genre: fluff / angst / NonIdolAU
~Warnings: Mentions of food, beach, jealousy, feelings and confusion, overthinking (don't even know what should and shouldn't be a warning at this point)
~Words: 2,5 k
~Summary: When your cousin decides to ruin family bonding time by bringing two friends to your shared beach house, you unexpectedly find a lover in his childhood friend
a/n: SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG. It's finally here!!! Wonwoo just became a background character who almost doesn't appear but yeah.
Also, regarding the boy's ages: Cheol, Mingyu and Wonwoo are the same age (one year younger than reader) and cousins May and Rina are like 4 and 7 years younger than reader, respectively.
Inpired by the songs Sunset Lover - Petit Biscuit, Fuck It- BoTalks and Bends - Carly Rae Jepsen
Taglist + anon list open! ~Foxy🦊
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When the four of you reached the food trucks, the place was full. You all walked around trying to see what kind of food there was but ended up settling for hamburgers. Rina said she wanted a regular cheeseburger and stepped out of the line to look for an empty table.
You and your cousin May fell into a comfortable conversation, talking about whatever while Mingyu stood behind you two, just listening.
Every once in a while May would sneak glances at Mingyu who attentively listened to you talk. After ordering, May decided to stay with her sister and keep her company, leaving the two of you to wait at the pickup area.
"So... Mingyu, how's life abroad? Making many new friends? Are you living alone?" You bombarded the boy with questions. It's been around three years since you last saw each other and it was a pleasant surprise to see the skinny tall boy coming home all grown up, strong, mature... and really handsome
"It's been pretty good! I live with a roommate, his name is Jeonghan. He taught me a lot haha... My classes are also fine but I'm still trying to get used to using another language whenever I leave the house" He says proudly
"Got a girlfriend?" You thread carefully
But the man smirks
"No, I only got eyes for you"
You roll your eyes smiling. He's flirty now too
"As if" you both giggle together when you get called by the staff of the food truck
After eating Mingyu excuses himself and heads to the toilet. When he's out of earshot, both your cousins turn to you and smirk.
"He's totally crushing you"
"YES. He's totally like a puppy looking at its owner... Maybe you should own him..."
You choke on your drink, almost spitting it
"Girlie are you ok? Are you guys even hearing yourselves? Mingyu's just being nice" You try to recompose yourself
"Ugh blind. He's literally giving you heart eyes, and won't stop looking at you"
"Maybe he looks up to me? Cause I'm older" You try to reason "He's just flirty. Maybe he's like this to all girls"
"He wasn't flirty with us" Rina speaks while gathering the trash
"Maybe because you're six years younger than him?" You speak with a duh tone
"Wow y/n, you're really blind. He's into you, that's why he's flirting... Oh he's back"
If Mingyu notices the sudden silence between the three of you, he doesn't mention it. You all stand up and look for a place to get dessert but the only thing on your mind is what Rina said
He's into you
What about you? Are you also into him? I mean, he's cute but you never saw him as more than your little cousin's (even if only one year difference) friend. It felt kinda wrong to crush a younger guy when you were a teenager but now... In your twenties... Does it really matter?
Mingyu notices that you're lost in thoughts and every once in a while he links your pinkies in order to bring you back and get you to not lose yourself in the crowd of people
Add caring to the list of green flags in Mingyu.
After that night, things seem to have changed a bit
Mingyu seems to be getting closer to you and also seems to be spending more time with you than with his friend, who actually invited him to the house.
You're cooking. Mingyu is there to help
You're cleaning up the kitchen. Mingyu offers to do the dishes
You're going to the beach earlier. Mingyu is ready to make you company
Mingyu was everywhere you were. Maybe your cousins were right, maybe he's... a tiny bit into you? Let's find out
One afternoon, everyone decided to stay back in the house and just lounge by the pool, but not you. You decided to take a walk on the beach. And of course, so did Mingyu.
You were a bit skeptical regarding his (and your) feelings so you came up with an idea. See if he gets jealous.
"So, Mingyu... Tell me more about that roommate of yours... Jeonghan was his name?"
"Yeah, Jeonghan" Mingyu liked talking about his friend but you seemed too interested in him and it was making him feel weird
"What's he like? Is he older?"
"Yes, he's really nice and caring but he's a menace sometimes. He's a year older than you"
"He's also from Korea?"
"Yeah..."
"Oh is he single?" You asked but this time looking deep into his eyes
Oh, how he could get lost in them. It took a lot of strength to not kiss you right now
"Hm why"
"Oh you know... weighing my options... When Cheol goes to visit you I could tag along and... meet some guys" you said looking at the beautiful sunset. Oh, he was jealous.
"Why not me?" Mingyu didn't miss a beat
"What?"
"Why not me? Go out with me. We're not kids anymore. I'm not a kid anymore" he emphasized stopping in his tracks to fully look at you
You stopped not expecting him to be so forward with his answer and feelings. Turning around he looked... ethereal
His light clothes swayed with the sea breeze and the pinks and oranges of the sunset complimented his tanned skin so well. You know Mingyu was good looking but you didn't realize he was THAT good looking
"I... You're..." You were caught off guard and didn't know how to respond.
Mingyu sighed loudly at your statement, or rather your lack of a response.
"Well, if you didn't like me that way you should just tell me. Please don't lie to make me feel better" he looked uncertain about what he said himself but turned around and walked back to the house.
Why did you say that?
When you returned to the house, the boys had gone to the market to buy more snacks and drinks
You couldn't even say sorry because he wasn't there
After getting in, you went straight to the room you shared with your cousins. They both stood in the living room and exchanged concerned looks since you didn't even spare them a glance.
Why did you say that? You didn't like him? That wasn't true and you knew it. What was it then? Afraid of being lonely? Were you being too sensitive?
Those thoughts made the tears start to flow
"y/n? Are you- oh my god" May immediately got inside after seeing you crying sitting on your bed "What happened?"
"Did something happen with Mingyu? When he came back he seemed upset as well..." Rina added and that made you cry harder
May hugged you and let you cry until you were too tired to do anymore. When you finally calmed down you told them everything, from the night you went to the food trucks to the moment he left you on the beach
Lonely am I being sensitive?
You are the sensitive one
Where are you tonight? Where's your home tonight?
Mingyu didn't mean it, but he couldn't help but put his walls up
He didn't want to be hurt anymore
When you guys were younger he saw that you looked at him the same way you looked at Seungcheol. Like a little brother, which he didn't really like. He desperately wished time would change the way you saw him and he left it up to fate
He went to uni abroad while you took yours in your home country and now it's his vacation and he's back home. Of course, he knew you met other people and he did as well, but sometimes he wished it was you there, in his arms
And now he knows that you don't want him, and it breaks him.
Of course, it crossed his mind that maybe you both could be together temporarily like some sort of summer love but he didn't think he could handle the aftermath when he left again.
He was upset but what could he do? He couldn't just stay away from you when you were living under the same roof for 2 weeks but he could distance himself a bit. Seeing you would definitely make his heart hurt more.
Mingyu didn't realize that he was being awfully quiet during the market trip, which was very unlike his upbeat puppy personality
"What happened to you?" Even quiet Wonwoo went to check on him
"Nothing"
"yeah sure" Wonwoo shrugged but Cheol turned around to put his hand on Mingyu's chest to stop him
"Are you messing around with my cousin?" Seungcheol asked skeptical
"What? No I-" Mingyu tried to defend himself
"Then what? Explain yourself. We got time" Cheol motioned for them to sit on the small bench at the market's exit. Popping open a can of beer and motioning for both friends to sit as well
"Well..."
"Well, I'm screwed. I guess I do find him endearing but at the moment I couldn't say anything. I do like him a lot but I never considered... dating him. I'm not opposed to the idea tho"
"Just go on a date with him. What could go wrong? Just go for it" May said
"What if things don't work out and we get awkward? I don't want to ruin things for Cheol-" You started to panic again
"Can you stop overthinking for one second? Just do it, the rest is the rest" Rina exclaimed "Gosh, I will charge next time for the therapy session" She smirked when you started giggling. At least you weren't crying anymore
"I guess you're right. Thanks. What would I do without you two" You said hugging them both. "Now let's go, you'll both help me with dinner"
"Oh no..."
You dragged both girls to the kitchen and gave them instructions to prep the tomatoes and arugula to make with pasta. You went to freshen up quickly, getting rid of your crying face and went back to help them and cook the pasta.
When dinner was almost done the boys arrived with more bags than anticipated.
"Sorry we took too long. We got some extra stuff because Mingyu said he was gonna prepare a special meal for us tomorrow" Cheol announced as he set the bags near the counter. The other two did the same and Mingyu started to put the ingredients away.
The girls moved to set up the table, asking Wonwoo to help by taking the heavy stack of plates to the dining area. Cheol gave you a soft smile and moved out of the kitchen as well.
"I'm-"
"I'm sorry I acted that way" Mingyu cut you off
"Actually I wanted to talk to you about it" Oh no, he thought "You caught me off guard, I won't lie, but I wanted to give it a try. You and I"
Mingyu stopped what he was doing. Maybe he was imagining things
"We could go on a date tomorrow if you'd like it... I mean, if you're still willing to"
"Yes- I mean. Yeah, I would like that" He said without hesitation
"Oh, great" you have him a shy smile " Can you help me take this pan to the table?"
"Yeah, let's go" he moved to help you smiling brightly. Maybe things were starting to work out
The next day arrived and passed as normal. In the afternoon you all decided to go grab some ice cream and you and Mingyu decided to separate from the rest to go on your date.
"You didn't have to pay you know? I'm the one who has a job and not a part-time" you smirked as he passed you the waffle cone
"I'd be rude if I didn't pay on our first date" he retorted
"Well thank you, what a gentleman" you giggled as he sat opposite you. The ice cream parlor was daily empty, but it was good because it gave you some privacy.
"Mingyu" you started "I wanted to be honest with you. I think you're cute and overall a great person, but I would be lying if I said I ever thought about dating you. I don't see you as a kid anymore, you've grown into someone so admirable... you grew up so well. Your confession wasn't something I was expecting but I guess the idea of us became... surprisingly pleasant" you said looking at him
"Y/n, thank you. For being honest with me. I- I have liked you since we were teens and when you didn't respond I put my walls up. I didn't mean to be rude to you, I guess I was just scared that you would reject me. I shouldn't have acted that way I'm sorry... but I'm happy. I'm happy that you're willing to give us a chance" he smiled. A smile you could definitely get used to.
"Well lover boy, how about that special recipe Cheol said you were going to prepare?" You said and he smirked
"Get really to taste the best dish you've ever had. I'll sweep you off your feet and you'll definitely fall for me this time" he said proudly, taking a bite of his cone and having some ice cream on the corner of his mouth
"I'll be looking forward to it" you said while grabbing a napping and cleaning the corner of his mouth.
He could get used to that
Your days at the beach were ending and your dates with Mingyu were making your relationship become stronger.
"Mingyu what are your plans when we get back to the city?" Tina asked as you all were lying on beach towels under the sunshade.
"I'll go visit my family for a while, my grandma lives on the countryside" he answered and took a peek at the magazine you were reading. Your head rested on his stretched arm and he moved you to basically lay on his chest since his arm was starting to feel numb.
"Before you go back to uni, could you spare me some time?" You asked looking up at him. Even under the sunglasses, he could see your doe eyes
"Anything for you" he smiled
"Ew, don't say those things in front of us" Seungcheol made a face of disgust and gave Mingyu a slight slap. "Anyways, anybody wants to go take a dive? I'm melting"
"Yeah let's go" Wonwoo said standing up, as well as Rina. May also stood up but reached for her purse.
"Should I get us snacks? That tent is selling French fries"
"Oh yes, please get us two portions! The boys eat too much" you responded sitting up as your dousing just nodded and went on her way.
"Before I move back I'll take you on a really nice date. Maybe at your house? I could cook again since you liked it so much" Mingyu smirked as he resumed your previous conversation
"What are you implying Mr. Kim?" You side-eyed him but smiled after "That would be nice, I'm sad you'll have to leave me soon" you pouted
"Don't worry, I'll come back running for my girlfriend. You could also visit me you know..."
"Oh? Am I your girlfriend now? Since when?" You raised your eyebrows at him. It was amusing to poke fun at him, his cute pouting was a sight you loved
"You don't want to be my girlfriend?"
You pecked those pouty lips. You were both being really cliche, but with him, things were beginning to feel right.
You pecked those pouty lips. You were both being really cliche but with him, things were beginning to feel right.
"Yes, I would love that"
I'm sorry about this open ending! I got stuck on this one and had to extend it because I wasn't liking it at all. I hope you guys like it! Likes and reblogs are appreciated! Stay tuned for the Wonwoo version!!!
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Pairing- San x Named Reader
Word count- 6.2k
Includes- Angst, physical fighting, underground fighting, mentions of blood, blow job, deep throating, cock riding, missionary, love making, multiple orgasms, lots of fluff at the end
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San POV
"Is she here?", I ask Wooyoung
"She's coming. Don't worry about her. Focus on winning the match"
I glare at him
He knows I can't not worry about her
She's my life, everything I do is for her, of course I'm worried when she's not here yet
All my fights are in warehouses in bad seedy neighborhoods and I get really worried when she doesn't get to the fight with me
She had to work late today and she's coming from there
She's taking the bus here and I won't relax until she's next to me
"She's coming San. She always comes right?"
I nod
"She'll be here"
I know she will even though she hates when I fight
She hates watching me get hurt, get hit, bleed
She always has tears in her eyes during the match and she cries when she's fixing my injuries after the fight
I hate making her cry but we need the money I win from these fights
My minimum wage job as a cook for a noodle shop isn't cutting it
I can't get a better job because no one wants to hire an ex-convict
I was arrested for assault and battery when I beat the shit out of a guy who dared to touch her
Just walked up to her outside of a club while she was waiting for me and grabbed her ass like it was nothing
I was on my way back to her and saw him do that, saw her yell and slap him
Then he shoved her, she fell and I saw fucking red
I got to him and all I beat him to an inch of his life
If the cops didn't pull me off him, I would of killed him
I was arrested, charged with assault and battery and was sentenced to three years in prison
He was also arrested after he got out of the hospital, charged with sexual harassment and sexual assault
She told me he was sentenced to five years in prison
She waited for me, visited me in prison and when I got out no one wanted to hire me
Especially because I have a violent charge
I can't afford a trade school and I don't have the time because I have to make money for us to survive
The cook position is cash only and the only place that would hire me
She's a nail tech in a salon and doesn't make that much either
We don't have a place to live and instead live in Wooyoung's van
When I first got out of prison she moved me into her studio apartment but her neighbors found out I was an ex-con and complained to the landlord
The landlord told her I had to leave
Instead she left to be with me
I insisted she stay in the apartment but she refused
Her sister was nice enough to let her use her address so she could keep working but wouldn't let us move in
Her sister hates me
Tells my naekkeo that I'm ruining her life and I can't disagree
I am ruining her life
I tried talking her into staying at her sister's apartment, which her sister agreed to but she flat out refused, saying that she's staying with me no matter what
She told me she loves me more than anything and she's never going to leave me
Honestly I cried at that
No one, besides Wooyoung, ever cared about me, ever loved me, ever thought I was worth it
And hearing that from the one person I love most in the world made me so fucking happy
I know I'm bringing her down with me but I can't let her go
I can't survive without her
She is my absolute everything
I was looking for more ways to make money and Wooyoung told me about the fights he goes to and offered to get me into them
I agreed and have been doing this for six months aside from the cook job
Wooyoung became my manager, he gets a cut from the winnings but I take a bigger portion of it
He rents a room in an apartment so that me and my naekkeo can stay in his van for now
We got a cheap mattress that takes up the back of the van, our clothes and blankets, shoes, necessities strewn in every place they can be
We have a very small walk way right in front of the bench seat
The van is long so we have some room and it's the best we can do for now
Our problem isn't getting a place, it's continuously paying the rent that's the problem
I really don't know what to do about our situation
She works all day, everyday, at the salon and she's started taking private clients too, going to their places to do their nails
I work all day and do these fights at night, as often as I can
We're stuck and it sucks
"Can you go check outside and see if she's here?", I ask
He sighs, "Yeah ok. I'll be right back"
He leaves and I look around for my opponent
I'm not sure who it is as there are multiple fights tonight
She will only let me do one fight at a time and I give into her because I know she doesn't want me to do this at all
Scanning the room, I see big guys on one end of the room and normal looking guys like me around too
I've fought a few of the guys here before
I mostly win all my fights except in the beginning, when I first started
Aside from then, I make sure I win because we need the money badly
"Sannie", I hear behind me
Turning around, I smile at my naekkeo
"She was already coming inside when I got to her", Wooyoung says
"Hi naekkeo", I say, leaning down and kissing her soft sweet lips
"Hi Sannie", she says, anxiety in her voice as she looks around
"You ok baby?", I ask, knowing she's worried
"Yeah Sannie"
She's not a very good liar
"How was your day naekkeo?", I ask to take her mind off of the fight
"Oh, it was ok. Same stuff. Painted nails. You know", she says softly
I nod, "And the private clients you had this morning were good?"
Her salon opens at 10am and closes at 8pm
She mostly takes private clients from 7am -9:30 am and from 8:30pm to sometimes midnight
Except for days when I have fights, then she doesn't schedule any late night appointments so she can be here with me
Today she had just one at 8:30 and it's fine because the fights start at 10
"Yeah it went fine. One of the girls liked the nails I did on her and she posted it on her social media. She mentioned my name and what salon I work at"
"That's good baby!", I exclaim, smiling, "Did you put our phone number on the post too?"
We share a prepaid phone because we can't afford anything else
It's a cheap dial phone that can only make calls and texts
No Internet connection
She has a tablet her sister gave her, so to use the internet and check emails we go to a cafe that has wifi and use it there
Or she uses it on her lunch hour at work
"Yeah Sannie but you know how I feel about that"
She doesn't like to have our number out there for everyone to see but it's something we have to do for now
It increases her chances of getting extra clients
"I know baby", I tell her, "It's just for now"
"Yeah", she answers
"Did you post the picture on your Instagram?"
That's the only social media she has and it's full of pictures of her work
Sometimes she gets hired by people from there too
"Yeah Sannie", she says
"Good baby. Maybe an idol company will see it and want to hire you", I smile
She is really good at nails, she knows how to use all kinds of nail polish and the designs she does are so pretty
She definitely should be working for idols
"I wish", she giggles, coming closer and laying her head on my chest
I hug her tightly, kissing the top of her head
"I love you Sannie", she says, making me smile
"I love you Jo", I answer, "More than anything"
Words can't describe the love I have for her
She is everything to me
"So much", she whispers, looking up at me
Leaning down, I press my lips to her in a soft kiss
After the kiss, we go sit against one of the walls waiting for my fight to start
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Lifting my arm, I block my opponent's hit then shove his arm away
Pulling my own fist back, I slam it into the side of his head, his body following the direction his head snaps
The fight started three minutes ago and already I'm getting my ass kicked
If course I'm up against one of the biggest guys here
I already got punched in the face twice and once in the stomach, not to mention my arms while I block my face and head
This is the first hit I got in
My opponent rights himself and lunges at me, his fist grazing the side of my lip
Pain hits me hard
I already got a cut there from a previous hit and it fucking hurts
I move back from him, ducking under another swing and punching his stomach
As he doubles over, I kick him hard in the ribs
He roars in pain and the bell rings before I can get another hit it
Fuck
Going to my corner of the ring, I sit in the stool, breathing hard
"Sannie", she whispers, tears on her face
"I'm ok baby", I tell her, turning to my side where she's standing
"You're bleeding San"
"Just little cuts naekkeo", I assure her
I don't want to tell her how much pain I'm in
She worries enough
"You need to knock him the fuck out", Wooyoung growls from my other side, as he pours water from a water bottle in my mouth
I swallow quickly so I don't fucking drown from this dumbass
"No shit", I growl
"Well stop fucking around. You're fighting like shit today"
"Do you want to fucking fight him?", I snap, "You think you can do better?"
He snorts, "I'm not an idiot, I'm not getting in there with that huge oaf"
"Gee thanks", I say sarcastically
"Just go knock him out and win", Wooyoung says dismissively, waving his hand at me
Sometimes I want to punch him
The bell is gonna ring any second and I turn to her
"Kiss me baby"
She immediately pressed her lips against mine in a soft kiss
I feel better, like her kiss is renewing my energy
The bell rings and I pull away from her, getting up and going towards my opponent, my hands up in a fighting stance to protect my head
My opponent comes at me swinging and I parry his punches as best I can but he still gets hits into my body
I try to hit him back but my hits just graze off him because he blocks me
I'm getting frustrated and sloppy
We just really need that money
He hits my ribs and I yell in pain, then swing and smash my fist in his eye, his head snapping back
I advance towards him, moving my arm to land a right hook to his body
He blocks my hit, leaving me wide open and his fist connects with my chin, upper cutting me
Agony explodes in my face as I fall on my back
"Sannie!", I hear her scream through the pain, "Oh my god, Sannie!"
I moan, lifting my head but the pain increases and I lay back down
"Get up Sannie! Please baby, get up"
She sounds so scared
Forcing my eyes open, I turn my head to find her in the crowd, making my swimming vision focus on her
She's grabbing onto the metal chains that make up the ring perimeter, Wooyoung's arm around her waist, holding her back as she struggles against him
It takes me a second to register that she's trying to get into the ring to get to me
Thank god Wooyoung is there to hold her back
If she ever got hurt I'd never forgive myself
"No, don't hit him!", she shouts, tears pouring down her face, "San, move!"
I move to gaze at my surroundings, seeing my opponent walking towards me
"No. Wooyoung let go!", she sobs, "I have to get him, he's not moving. Let me fucking go!"
I have to get up now
She cannot come in this ring
She cannot get hurt
My opponent gets to me, pulling his fist back
My body screams in pain as I roll away just as he brings his fist down, punching the floor, a loud crack sounding in my ear, followed by his screaming
I get up, my vision swimming for a second, the crowd cheering loudly
But all I can hear is her crying my name
I need to finish this fight and get to her
"End it now San!", Wooyoung yells
Forcing myself to stay up, I head to my opponent who's holding his arm to his body
I'm pretty sure he broke his hand
As I get to him, he tries to block me but I get a hit to his face in
He swings his uninjured arm hard while still keeping his injured one close to his body, trying to hit me but misses, his body going with the momentum and he stumbles
I move quickly, punching his ribs, then backing away, circle him then hit him in the same spot
He growls, straightening up and coming at me but he's leaving himself open because he still has his injured arm at his side
I take the opportunity to move quickly to him and jumping, I do a turning kick, smashing my foot into his face
I land on my feet as I hear him fall and I turn around immediately
He's laid out, his eyes closed, not moving
Everyone screams and cheers but I keep my eyes on him in case he decides to get up
He doesn't and the organizer of the fights declares me the winner
I breathe in relief, glad we at least have some money that can last a bit
Turning to the crowd, I find her in the same spot, clinging onto the chains, crying
While I got us money, I hate that I have to make her feel this way to get it
Moving, I stumble over to her, her arms immediately around my neck, hugging me tightly to her as she sobs in my neck, the chains between us
I move my arms around her, holding her tightly, "It's ok naekkeo. I'm ok"
"Come out of there now", she sobs, "Please Sannie. We're leaving right now"
"Yeah naekkeo. Ok baby", I agree, "Just let Wooyoung get the money ok?"
She nods then lets me go, holding up the chain so I can squeeze through
Once I'm out of the ring, she's immediately back in my arms, hugging me tightly
Hugging her, I run my fingers in her hair, whispering to her, assuring her I'm ok
I am ok, just a little beat up
I'll be sore tomorrow but it's nothing some Tylenol can't fix
Wooyoung comes over, handing me an envelope
I quickly stuff it in my pocket then tell her, "C'mon baby, let's go"
Taking her hand, the three of us leave the warehouse, heading for the van
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She sits across from me in the van, on our cheap mattress, looking down
"Here naekkeo", I say softly, giving her the envelope with the winning money
She takes it, opening it
"It's 600 for this fight"
She nods, taking out 200 and putting it in the little safe we have in the van
The rest of it she puts in her bag so she can deposit it into her account for us
She raises her eyes to me, tears pooling in time
"Naekkeo-", I whisper but she shakes her head
She reaches next to our bed, taking out the first aid kit, then moves next to me on the seat
She opens the kit, taking out some paper towels and wetting them with bottled water
Her eyes raise to mine again, gently turning my face towards hers
She gently presses the wet paper towel to the corner of my lip, dabbing the blood away, tears falling down her face as she does
My heart falls, hurting because she's hurting
I wish I could do something, anything to make everything better
Better for her
But I don't know what to do
She cleans my mouth, then uses more wet paper towel to clean the cut on my cheek
She slides my tank top off, more tears falling as she looks at my bruised body
She checks everywhere, wiping blood away from scratches and cuts on my arms, neck and chest
Then she puts all the bloody towels in a plastic bag
"No more Sannie", she whispers
"Naekkeo-"
"No more", she repeats, her eyes full of unshed tears, gazing into mine, "Please Sannie. I can't....I can't keep watching you get hurt baby. You've been so lucky nothing serious has happened to you so far. But you don't know what these hits to your face, to your head are doing to your brain baby. I can't lose you"
"You won't naekkeo", I tell her, "I'm ok"
"For now", she whispers, "But what if you get knocked out and don't wake up? What if you break something? We don't have money for a hospital Sannie and I don't know how to fix broken bones"
I shake my head, "Nothing like that is going to happen-"
"You don't know that!", she cries, "You don't know what effect this is having on you because we can't afford to get you checked out!"
I breathe in, trying not to get frustrated, "I'm doing this for us baby. So we can get out of this van"
"I don't care about getting out of this van!", she sobs, "Don't you get it San? I don't care about money, I don't care about living in an apartment. I care about you! All I want is you!"
"It's because of me you have such a shitty life!", I yell, losing it, "It's because of me you're living in a fucking van instead of a house! It's because of me you got kicked out of your apartment! It's because of me you're poor! It's because of me you don't have a fucking shower or a toilet to use, because of me we have to use gas stations and public restrooms. You don't even have basic things like a real fucking bed to sleep in! It's because of me you aren't living with your sister when you should! You're in this shitty situation because you chose me and I'm such a lowlife screw up that I can't even provide a fucking basic life for you. And it won't get any better. We'll always be fucking poor. Any apartment we get will be shitty in a crap neighborhood. Your sister is right, I ruined your life"
I close my eyes, leaning my head back, trying and failing to stop the tears that run down my face
I love her so much but she should not be with me
I'm just dragging her down
Her small hand touches my cheek, turning my face to her
I open my eyes, her beautiful face blurred through the tears
"I love you Sannie", she says, "I will always choose you no matter what"
"You shouldn't naekkeo", I whisper, "You should run far from me. I'm not good for you"
"Yes you are", she argues, "You are baby. You went to prison for me, because you were protecting me baby"
Of course I did
She's my everything and I'll be damned if anything or anyone hurts her
I'll always be there to protect her
"You are the best man for me San", she continues, "You love me more than anyone ever has. You take care of me the best you can. You're willing to get hurt to try to make a better life for us"
"I'm failing naekkeo"
I'm failing at taking care of her so fucking badly
I'm failing at everything a boyfriend should do for his girl
She shakes her head, "No baby. Please listen to me San"
I just nod, not knowing what she can say to make me change my mind that I'm no good for her
"I don't care if we're poor. I don't care if we have to live in this van or a shitty area. I don't care about using public bathrooms or sleeping on a crappy mattress. My life is not shitty because I have you San. I can live without a bathroom or an apartment or a bed. I can't live without you"
I feel more tears leak out at her words that I know are true
She doesn't consider her life crappy because she has me
I don't know how I still have her love or why she loves me as much as she does but I'm so grateful for it
"I love you Sannie, more than words can express baby. You are my everything. I swear I will always choose you, I will always be right here with you, by your side, wherever you are. I will never abandon you baby. Never"
I take her hand, holding it as I break down, sobbing, her free arm hugging me to her
I can't explain how I'm feeling, just a mixture of happiness, relief, gratefulness, sadness, despair all swirling inside me
Just knowing she's here, she's never leaving me no matter what is more than I deserve
"You're worth anything and everything Sannie. As long as we're together, we'll be ok baby. I promise"
I nod, wrapping my arms around her, holding her tightly, my face buried in her neck
Her arms move around me, her fingers gently running in my hair
"Please Sannie. No more fights baby. We'll find another way ok? Please baby", she begs
I nod, whispering in her neck, "Ok naekkeo. No more"
She's never asked me to stop before, just silently taking care of me after the matches but I know she didn't want me to continue the fights
And even though we need the money, I'm going to stop because she's asking me
I can't deny her anything, especially when she's going through all this to be with me
I will never break her trust, never go back on my word
Not when it comes to her
So if she wants me to stop, I will
Lifting my head, I look in her beautiful eyes, softly cupping her cheek, "I promise, no more fights naekkeo"
She nods, relief in her face
"I love you Jo. More than anything"
She smiles softly, "I love you Sannie"
She kisses me softly, her arms moving around my neck, warmth crawling up my body as my head spins
I pull her into my lap, deepening the kiss, her tongue against mine, her fingers in my hair
Moving, I get us on our bed, laying next to her, our bodies turned to each other as we kiss
Her hands gently touch me, her fingers leaving heat in every cell on my skin
She gently pushes me to my back, hovering over me, her lips pressing to my neck
I close my eyes in pleasure as my naekkeo's soft lips kiss me
I move my hands under her shirt, feeling her soft warm skin as I travel up her back, pulling her shirt up at the same time
Taking it off her, I move my hands around her again, undoing her bra, her big boobs immediately in my hands
I squeeze softly, feeling her nipples harden against my palms
She sits on my lap, looking down at me, her fingers gently touching a new bruise from tonight's match
I have lots of bruises on my body, old ones and new
I know she hates it but at least there won't be new ones anymore
She leans down, her lips pressing the softest kiss she's ever given me on the bruise
My breath hitches as she moves her lips to another bruise, this time an old one, kissing there too
She continues to kiss each and every bruise on my body, a wave of utter acceptance and love crashing into me
Tears spring to my eyes and fall as she presses her lips all over my chest, my stomach, my arms, her hands softly trailing in her kisses wake
"My strong Sannie", she whispers, kissing my palm, making me cry more, "My baby"
She presses a kiss to each of my finger tips, then moves to my other hand doing the same thing
"My love of my life", she says, her eyes on mine, "My everything"
I can't stop the tears that are flowing
I'm just in awe that this amazing woman loves me this much
That she considers me her everything when I can't give her much of anything
That she just wants me when she could have a better life without me
That she's willing to give up that better life to be with me
She's completely extraordinary and I thank my lucky stars she's mine
"I love you Sannie", she says, her hands gently wiping the tears from my eyes
"I love you Jo", I cry, "I love you so much naekkeo"
She smiles, her lips against mine again and I fall into her kiss
I slide my hands down her back, pushing her pants and panties down as far as I can
She smiles into the kiss before moving off me and taking the rest of her clothes off
She reaches for my pants, dragging them and my boxers down and off
I watch her lean down, her tongue slowly running up my hard cock, pleasure humming in my body
She licks up my dick again and again, her tongue feeling so fucking good, so wet, so firm against me
Her tongue licks along my slit, making my body shiver
"Mmm yummy Sannie", she murmurs, swirling her tongue around my head, "My baby always tastes so good for me"
I whine as her mouth wraps around my head, soft sucking sensations taking over my body
She slowly moves down my cock, giving me long sucks that has my body trembling against the bed, my fingers gripping onto the sheets
"Baby, fuck", I moan, her mouth feeling utterly amazing, her tongue against my cock as she sucks
She finally moves all the way down, deep throating me, my cock nestled and throbbing in her throat
When she starts bobbing her head, I moan loudly, the feel of sliding out of her throat then going back into that tightness so fucking pleasurable
Her head moves faster, taking me in and out over and over, my head and body filled with bliss
She is so fucking good at blow jobs it's amazing
She watches me, her big brown eyes teary, bringing me closer with each move
I run my fingers in her hair, stopping her
"Need you", I whisper
She nods, pulling me out of her mouth
Getting in my lap, she holds my dick up under her, sitting on my head
Her tight hole spreads open for me as she sinks down on my length, slowly taking an inch at a time
"Naekkeo, fuck", I whimper, watching her cunt take me, completely drenching me, "All the way baby"
She smiles, her hips moving as she wiggles down my cock, "Always Sannie. Always want all of you inside"
I know she does
We can't get enough of each other and living in a van hasn't dimmed down our sex life at all
She bottoms me out, her hips immediately grinding so slowly on me, driving me crazy
"Baby", I whine
"Shh baby", she smirks, "I'm gonna ride you the way I want to but don't worry Sannie. You know I'll always make you feel so good"
I nod, knowing she will
Both of us are all about the other when it comes to sex
She wants to make me feel good and I want to do that for her
It's why sex with her is the best I've ever had
Her small hands move onto my stomach, leaning on me as she slides up my length, leaving my cock a wet creamy mess
"Baby fuck, so wet already", I moan
"Mm can't help it", she whimpers as her cunt tightens around my head, feeling so good, "You're cock is the best baby. So hard. Feels so good"
With that, she slides back down slowly, clenching my cock over and over as she goes down, pleasure blasting into every cell as my length pushes through her tightness
"Oh my god naekkeo", I pant, feeling every inch of her pussy smother my cock as she bottoms me out
She grinds on me, my head rubbing against her spot, her beautiful body shaking on top of me
"Mmm Sannie", she moans softly, starting to bounce so slowly on my length, making sure she squeezes hard as she moves up and down, feeling incredibly good
I watch her, hypnotized by the way her gorgeous body moves on me, by the pleasure on her face
I slide my hands up her body, starting from her thighs, feeling her soft skin tremble against my fingertips, soft sighs of bliss coming from her slightly parted lips
I'm so fucking lucky this amazing woman is mine
My hands move around her bouncing boobs, squeezing gently, rubbing my thumbs across her nipples
Her hands wrap around my wrists, her bounces going just a touch faster but still agonizingly slow
"Sannie", she whimpers, her body arching in pleasure, her cunt throbbing hard and completely creaming my cock, beads of sweat slowly rolling down her perfect body
"Cum for me naekkeo", I whisper, wanting to feel that pleasure her orgasms give me, "Fall apart for me baby"
"Sannie", she moans, taking my entire cock inside her, her orgasm starting
Intense pleasure washes over me from her pretty pussy squeezes my cock in a vice grip, flooding my dick and lap in her cream
I watch the stunning sight of my naekkeo coming and I swear I've never seen anything so fucking beautiful
"Good girl", I praise her, "My good girl. Fuck naekkeo, feels so good"
"So good Sannie", she whimpers
As soon as she finishes, I'm sitting up, crashing my lips to hers, kissing her passionately
Pulling her sweaty body right against mine, I lay down with her and roll us over, getting on top of her
Her legs wrap around my waist and I can't describe how much I love that feeling
Thrusting into her, I bottom out quickly but stay buried inside her, just wanting to feel her pulsing pussy wrapped around me for a minute
Her small hands lay flat on my back, slowly sliding up and down, sending chills down my spine and heat through all my nerves
As I kiss her, I slowly pull out, loving the feeling of her pussy tugging on my dick, wanting to keep me inside
When I move back in, her hips lift, meeting my stroke, letting my cock plunge deeper inside her
She moans in my mouth as my head hits her spot, her legs tightening around me
We move together, meeting each other as I go back in, my pelvis rubbing against her little clit with each move
She breaks the kiss, moaning my name, as I move my arm around her waist, keeping her right against me while we make love to each other
I lean my forehead against hers, her hand sliding in my hair, holding on, our breaths mixing with each other's, pure bliss running through my body
"Sannie", she whispers, opening her eyes and locking them on mine, "I love you Sannie"
I smile, love for her filling my body, "I love you Joanne. More than anything naekkeo"
"So much baby. Forever", she whispers
I nod, "Forever naekkeo"
I know I will never stop loving her
It's just not possible
She's my absolute everything
"San", she whines, both of us right there, her pussy spasming so hard, soaking every inch of me
I slip in, rubbing her spot and she cries my name as she cums
Her cunt chokes my cock, ecstacy tidal waving into every cell in my body and I hold her so tightly, moaning her name as I cum
"Joanne, naekkeo. Fuck baby", I whimper, closing my eyes while the fucking pleasure increasing as her cunt milks my cock for all my cum, her repeated whispers of my name washing over me
"San. My Sannie. Sannie"
We cling onto each other as the pleasure fades, my eyes opening and meeting hers again
I press my lips against hers in a kiss as I pull out of her
I shift to lay next to her, her body turning and entangling with mine as our lips stay locked together, her fingers slowly running up and down my back
When the kiss ends, I lay on my back and she cuddles against me, her head on my chest, her leg moving over my body
I grab the blanket that was pushed to my side of the bed and get it over us, then play with her hair as we lay together
"I love you", she whispers, kissing my chest right where my heart is, making it skip a beat
"I love you", I tell her
A silence falls but my mind is running a mile a minute
"Naekkeo", I whisper, deciding the time is right
"Yeah Sannie?"
"Would you....would you want...to marry me?"
There, I asked
Her breathing still as her head tilts up, her eyes immediately looking into mine
"Are you serious?"
I nod, one hundred percent serious
I've wanted to ask her for awhile but I can't afford a ring and I didn't want to do it without one but the reality is I doubt I'll ever be able to afford one for her
But just because there's no ring doesn't mean we can't get married
"Yeah naekkeo. I love you so much Joanne. I never want to be without you", I tell her, "I don't have a ring and I don't think I'll ever be able to get you one-"
"Shush Sannie", she says, softly touching the side of my face, "I don't need a ring San. I just need you"
"You have me baby. Always", I assure her
"And you have me Sannie. Always too", she says
After tonight and everything she said, I know for sure I have her forever
There's no doubt in my mind that I'm always going to be with her
"And yes Sannie. I want to marry you"
"Yeah?", I ask, smiling
"Of course Sannie. When are you going to realize you're my everything baby and I only want you?"
"I'm starting to get it naekkeo", I tell her, "I'm getting it"
"Good", she smiles happily, "When can we get married?"
I laugh, "Well naekkeo, we do have some money now and I don't think it costs too much to get married in city hall"
"Hmm yeah. I think I'll research everything online tomorrow during my break and I'll let you know what we have to do"
"Sure baby. Then we can figure out when-"
"Hopefully this month", she says, "If that's ok with you"
"Are you kidding? The love of my life wants to marry me asap, of course I'm more than ok with that"
"Yay", she cheers adorably, "I can't wait to be a Choi"
Did she say..
"You....you want to take my last name?", I ask softly
She smiles at me, stroking my cheek softly, "Of course Sannie. I want my last name to be the same as yours. Unless you don't-"
"No I do", I say quickly, "I do want that baby, I just want to make sure it's what you want"
"It is. I want to be Choi, Joanne, the wife of Choi San. I want that more than anything baby"
My heart swells with love, happiness and gratitude that I have the best girl on this planet
She is extraordinary and precious and I will do everything in my power to take care of her, protect her and make a better life for her
I swear
"I want that more than anything too naekkeo", I tell her
"Well it's good that we're going to get what we want baby", she answers
"Yeah, it's good"
She leans closer, kissing me softly, her kiss feeling like heaven
"I love you Sannie"
"I love you Jo"
Cuddling into each other, I hold my naekkeo, happy and hopeful for our future
#choi san fanfic#ateez san fanfic#san fanfic#choi san smut#ateez san smut#san smut#ateez fanfic#ateez smut
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ok so here's a thought because black eye has been stuck in my head recently: bratty vernon being punished by you cockwarming him except he's not allowed to move or cum before you do. so you sit on his cock, taking your time just clenching around him every once in a while, grinding your clit against him but not really riding him properly until he begs and swears he won't be a brat anymore haha
@fuckvernon
mommy kink + impact play warnings aksjsjs
“you’re not going to cry, are you?” you taunt as you lower yourself onto your boyfriend’s lap.
said boyfriend has the audacity to roll his eyes at you, ignoring the way his cock twitches inside of you.
you smack him lightly on the cheek and then grab his jaw to force him to look at you before he can process what just happened.
“acting like a brat is what got you here in the first place,” you spit. “don’t make it worse for yourself.”
vernon’s quiet (for once) as he waits for you to adjust, but after a few minutes have passed and you haven’t so much as moved he begins to get antsy.
“stay still.”
“it’s… hard,” he murmurs.
“trust me, i can feel it,” you quip.
“no, like, it’s hard to stay still.”
“why? i’m not even doing anything.”
“that’s exactly it. i-i thought you were going to ride me.” he sounds so whiny. you need to ruin him.
“no, babe. this is a punishment. why would i give you one of your favorite things in the world?”
“i dunno,” vernon mumbles under his breath, unable to meet your eyes. “i thought the punishment would be not letting me cum or something.”
“you’re not allowed to do that either,” you add. “i just forgot to mention that.”
he throws his head back dramatically. “you’re so mean to me!”
“because you deserve it.” you clench around his cock just to tease him, smirking when he grasps at the sheets and tenses every muscle in his body, likely counting backwards from 100 in his head or thinking about something sad. sometimes it shocks you how easy it is to make vernon cum. “and because you love it. don’t even act like you don’t.”
“baby… please,” he pleads. “please fuck me.”
“were you even listening to me?”
“what answer will get you to ride me?”
“you’re unbelievable.”
vernon smiles, only half-apologetic. “you can’t blame me for thinking with my dick when you’re sitting on top of it.” it’s your turn to roll your eyes but your boyfriend isn’t deterred. “c’mon, baby, you know you want it too. i can feel how wet you are. i know it’d feel so good to fuck yourself on my cock until you’re cumming your brains out.”
“do you want me to get off of you right now? because i will.”
“no! no, please don’t. please keep me inside— i’ll be good. i won’t move and i’ll shut up, i promise.”
you’re not sure that you believe him, not sure he can keep his promise even if he wants to, but you’re willing to give him another chance just because he feels so good inside of you (and because seeing him cry and and hearing him beg makes you cum really fucking hard).
“pinky promise?” you ask, offering him your hand.
vernon loops his pinky with yours and you lean forward to seal the promise with a kiss. he tries to deepen it, tries to slip his tongue into your mouth, but you pull away before he can get the chance.
“you’re gonna be good for me? gonna sit still while i rub my clit and make myself cum on your cock?”
“yes, m-mommy,” he whimpers.
“atta boy.”
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empire state of mind // tasm!peter parker
❥ warm New York, cold nights, sushi, pining, heroes and their hopeless romanticism.
wc: 1.5k
navigation ✩ new york private life (I) ✩ manhattan longing (III)
The movie finishes with little to no emotional distractions from either of you. You look to Peter, "This was fun! We need to do it again sometime."
You smile but all Peter feels is dread. Are you sending him home? Already? He's had a great time but he doesn’t wanna go home so soon.
“Yeah… I had a lot of fun too,” he gives a downturned smile.
"How about you come back on Friday? I'm free all day after my class at 10."
Your voice drowns out and Peter feels a tingle up his back. The hairs on his arms stand on end. Something bad is happening...
He turns his head, realizing that whatever his Spidey-Sense is telling him is happening, is major. He tries to hide his worry as he stands, grabbing his bag from beside the door.
"H-hey! Where are you going?" the worry filling up your throat and spilling into your tone.
"Friday. After 10. Sounds amazing. I'll be there. Gotta go-" he doesn't stay to hear your response. Slamming the door behind him. You're left on the couch, in shock and feeling a little sad.
A few moments later, you see Spider Man swing by your window and off into town, towards the flashing red and blue lights.
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That was Tuesday, it's now Thursday night.
Sorry for dashing off last night, I forgot I had to pick some things up for my aunt!
Peter's message from Wednesday sits unopened on your phone. You have no idea how to respond.
♡.
Peter's all kinds of a mess right now. Terrified he messed things up by leaving so quickly the other night. Nervous that your date is canceled. He hasn't heard back from you since that night.
What if you're mad? Or now uninterested because of the way he ran out? What can I do to fix this? Peter's internal thoughts have been going haywire since Tuesday.
♡.
You phone buzzes as you begin to study for one of your exams. You decide to ignore it
Then it buzzes, and again.
You grab the device in anger with full intentions of putting it on do not disturb. Until you see the messages are from Peter.
Be ready tomorrow at 2.
I'm taking you somewhere nice to make up for my actions.
Is that sushi place still an option?
You smile and respond: Only if you show up on time :)
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Peter does show up on time, early actually. He takes you downtown, walking through little shops, trying to get the confidence to hold your hand.
Right now would be the perfect time.
The both of you walking along the sidewalk. Shoulder to shoulder.
Do it, Peter. You both think. And then, your thoughts separate.
I'm basically begging for it with the way I'm pushing my shoulder into his. From you.
What if she doesn't want that? And I ruin the whole moment? From Peter.
Fuck it. Peter steadies his breathing and goes to wrap his pinky around your index.
Just as his finger starts to brush against yours, you move your hand, running digits through your hair.
Peter curls and uncurls his fingers by his side.
"Ugh, this heatwave is fucking ridiculous," you hum, holding your hair into a temporary ponytail. Smiling at the boy.
To Peter Parker, you are the most stunning woman he's ever seen. And this moment encompasses that completely. Flyaway hairs framing your face, chest glowing from sweat, cheeks flushed from the heat, and smile beaming.
If only he could grow a pair and hold your hand.
"Yeah, tell me about it. The air conditioning in my apartment's broken. It's just me, a lonely fan, and a lot of open windows," he smiles at you, nervous of talking too much.
You can't help but feel your chest flutter every time he gives you that bashful smile. Something in the way his cheeks change color and his eyes dart around awkwardly keeping your heart pounding.
"Well. Anytime you feel yourself getting too hot, you can always come over," you wink and waltz into a nearby store, holding the door for him.
Peter feels his hands begin to shake, the temperature in his body rising and he suspects it's not from the weather. He follows you in.
You bounce around the shop happily, picking up the mini glass figures and examining each one, showing them all to Peter.
He gazes at you with a content smile on his face. He could get used to this.
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The hours come and go, but as five-o'clock draws near you and Peter begin to make your way towards the aforementioned sushi restaurant.
You step in and are in immediate awe. Neon red led's light up the dim rooms. Candles flicker on each table, illuminating the accompanying roses. The clack of your shoes reverberates off the black marble floor and falls in time with the soft jazz flowing through the building.
"Oh wow..." you breathe.
Peter walks behind you with a smug grin on his face. He aimed to impress you with this place. It seems he hit the bullseye.
"How many?" A very well dressed, middle aged woman asks, smiling.
"Just two." Peter answers.
"Follow me." The lady turns the corner after grabbing two menus.
After being sat and ordering drinks, Peter goes to look at his menu. You kick him (lightly) from under the table.
He jumps. "Ah! What was that for?!"
"You didn't tell me how nice this place was gonna be!" You whisper rather sharply.
"Well, I wanted to impress you. And make up for everything," Peter smiles.
"You can do all that without letting me dress like a slob to go to a place like this!"
"I think you look beautiful." Peter blurts. Eyes wide, face red.
"Oh." Your voice is just above a whisper. "Well.. uh, thank you," you smile at him and his whole world lights up.
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You exit the front doors of the restaurant, cold night air stinging your lungs.
"That was amazing, Peter. thank you so much," you stuff your hands into your pockets.
"Of course! I had to make everything up to you," he smiles down at you. Again, having the same battle of brain and heart over holding your hand, both of which being pushed further into your pockets.
"We definitely have to do this again," you begin to cross the street, assuming Peter follows behind you.
"Hey! y/n! Wait!" Peter's scared tone stops you in your tracks in the street as you turn to look at him.
"wha--" you hear a horn and can barely distinguish headlights from beside you before a pair of warm, rather strong, arms are embracing you - holding you an equally as strong body.
Your chest goes numb with adrenaline, face heating up from the proximity of Peter's face to yours.
"Oh my god. Are you okay?" His breath is heavy, warm chest pushing into yours and heart pounding.
"Uh... yeah... are you?"
"I'm fine. I think my ankle is bruised from the fall but it's alright, as long as you're okay."
Your chest continues fluttering but no longer from fear. The way Peter just smiled at you could light the whole world up.
"Here," you stand up, offering the boy a hand. "Let's go back to my place and assess the damage."
Peter takes your hand, following you back home.
You turn to him. "Thank you, by the way. You totally just saved my life."
⏪︎ peter's pov ⏪︎
Peter smiled, holding the door open as you exit the restaurant. He'd had such a great day with you so far, though he worried at every point he would make a wrong move and mess everything up.
He didn't.
"That was amazing, Peter. thank you so much."
This is it. Peter thinks. My best possible chance to grab her hand.
You stuff your hands into your pockets.
Shit.
"Of course! I had to make everything up to you," Peter smiles down at you.
"We definitely have to do this again."
Peter watches you step down from the sidewalk and onto the asphalt. His head snaps to the left, seeing headlights. A car. Moving fast. Right for you.
His whole body goes numb, heart pounding.
"Hey! y/n! Wait!"
You turn, freezing.
Peter feels a build of anxiety from his toes to his head. You're not moving.
The hairs on his arms stand up, and he's moving before his thoughts can catch up. And everything feels like it's in slow motion.
He lunges, wrapping his arms around you, pulling both of you back towards the sidewalk. Peter's ankle twists and he lands, back thudding against the pavement, holding you snug against him.
His breath is harsh.
"Oh my god. Are you okay?" Peter can feel your hearts pounding in the same, fear-driven tempo.
"Uh... yeah... are you?" Your eyes search his.
"I'm fine. I think my ankle is bruised from the fall but it's alright, as long as you're okay." And he means it.
"Here," you stand up, offering the him a hand. "Let's go back to my place and assess the damage."
Peter gladly takes your hand, also taking note of the smoothness, and the gentle way you lead him. He feels warmth slowly spread down his back, realizing his ankle might not be the only injury he sustained.
"Thank you, by the way. You totally just saved my life."
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Hey, Hi! Your post "dating the 9th member" with SKZ maknae line appeared in mine Timeline and is PERFECT 👌 I LOVE IT SO MUCH and i came here to see if you have a hyung line version bcuz is so good 😻😻 love you 💖
dating the ninth member — stray kids ( pt.2 )
stray kids dating the ninth member : pairing ( hyung line ) x member!reader genre fluff, romance, blurb(?) cw gn!reader, lowercase on purpose ( archive )
bang chan ( 방찬 )
of course being the leader he’s supportive of everyone and is protective when it comes to the members, but fans have noticed how he’s extra supportive and protective of you. when reacting to your guy’s new mv he’ll be smiling extra hard when your part pops up. not to mention when it comes to being in public with all the paparazzi and fans, he’ll stand extra close to you and if he thinks you’re dangerously far away..he’ll grab your arm to pull you closer to him. honestly not obvious, but there is definitely things that cause rumors.
lee minho ( 이민호 )
you guys are so cute, sitting next to each other during every live. you’ll help each other when it comes to choreography. he’s kind of a tease so I see him on a solo live, reading comments asking if you and him are dating or something and he’ll just stare, smirking before saying something like “you guys think we’re dating?” before just going back to smirking. definitely smirks/laughs every time the question comes up. ( he’ll never reveal it because he loves to keep everyone guessing, but also wants you guys to have privacy )
seo changbin ( 서창빈 )
he’s your number one supporter. changbin is always hyping you up while on stage or during practices.. even while recording. he’ll smile the whole time you sing and praises you for your voice. your guy’s relationship is so cute because you show your love and physical affection while alone, but in front of cameras and even in front of the other members you guys wont show too much physical affection. there are tiny things you’ll do around the cameras and other members like linking pinkies or just smiling at each other for an extended amount of time, but otherwise you guys aren’t too physical in front of anyone <3
hwang hyunjin ( 황현진 )
everyone is obsessed with you guys. you guys are so cute and everyone loves your guy’s chemistry. during vlogs, he’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around your shoulders and smiles while you talk to the camera. also, on stage when you guys have partner work.. the eye contact??? though he does show his affection, he’s careful. he doesn’t want to ruin anything for the group or even for you so he keeps it to a minimum. i think that people would ship you guys half as a joke and half honestly. the chemistry is too strong to ignore which keeps everyone guessing.
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Hello! I was wondering if I could request Akihiko sanada turning down a gn reader but he realizes he likes them back later on?
Persona 3
Character(s): Akihiko
Genre: Fluff + Some Hurt
Type: Headcanon
Description: You fell first, but he fell harder. Much harder.
Warning(s): Gender-Neutral Reader, Rejection(Toward Reader), Mentions of Other Characters(Mitsuru, Junpei), Reader is A Senior Like Akihiko(Shared Classes), Seemingly Unrequited Love
Hi, hi! Of course you can request this <3
Thank you sending an ask and I hope you enjoy! Sorry for wait as well!
The world was a blur as you walked, blue and white meshing with the grays and browns of buildings and used paths. Rejection always hurt, even when you expected it. Akihiko was known for telling people "no", but you kind of hoped he would say different with you...
At least you could still be friends. Saying goodbye forever would've ruined your heart more.
Time had rushed into the starry evening during your walk home, orange mixing with pink and blue until they turned into a gentle purple...but everything continued on while you remained stagnant. Heart still clenched and eyes still blurred.
Akihiko wasn't much different, but he had no idea why. Perhaps it was because you're friends that he can't get that look of hurt in your eyes out of his mind.
It takes a good portion of time for him to get a handle on his feelings, but the process gets sped up by Mitsuru and Junpei. "Dude, you're totally in love!" and "Well, perhaps you like them too? You certainly care deeply for them." are two of the many things he hears from them. He always denied it, but then would continue pondering. Did he like you that way?
Each day you ended up within one another's presence, he noticed more and more. The way the light made your eyes shine with a morning dew at the lockers, the way your hands looked as your fingers adjusted sliders and reorganized lab papers, and how he wanted to link his pinky with yours on the way to lunch. And right now, he was memorizing the shape of your lips.
He had invited you to Chagall for a cup of coffee. Why, he wasn't sure, but with the way you talked about the flowers the old couple at the bookstore gave you for white day...he couldn't care. Your smile, though withheld, made your eyes gleam. He saw the way you grasped your clothes in your hands to release the energy you were keeping at bay and he saw how your upper lip spasmed into a wider grin.
"You're-" He stopped himself as soon as he began, finding comfort in the light dancing within his cup, "..sorry." How could he say you're amazing without hurting the both of you more? He already told you no. "I just...I'm sorry." However his apologies only seemed to confuse you, making you pry without meaning to. "For what, Aki? You haven't done anything." Except for one thing, he thought.
A ripple of silence fluttered around your table for a few moments, breath taking and soul crushing. "Is.." He held his breath at your voice. "...is this about the other day?" Of course you'd figure it out, he likely looked as uncomfortable as he did then. "Akihiko." His eyes met yours when you leaned forward, "You have nothing to apologize for. You aren't interested and there's nothing wrong with that." Whatever nervousness, anxiousness, you held was stifled in favor of reassuring him. "That's exactly why I'm apologizing, (Y/n)! I said I wasn't into you, but I am!"
Your heart squeezed in such a terrible way. Hurt and disbelief was all you could feel swell in your throat, bitter against the back of your tongue. He liked you even though it took him a little to get there. It should've been relieving, and you supposed it was - just a tad, but those morose feelings washed any good that could come from such news. "I-" He pressed his lips together for a moment, taking a breath, "I didn't mean to...to hurt you. Back then...I didn't know how I felt."
"Well, my feelings haven't changed, Aki. As...as upset as this makes me, I still like you." With a burn behind your eyes, you blink and breathe deeply, "I doubt that'll change." He took in a breath of warm air, as if to reel himself in. "Then-" He pressed his lips together, meeting your eyes..
"Can we try dating?"
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Hero and the infant part four
Read part one here
TW: suicidal ideation, suicidal ideation implied, mentions of suicidal thoughts, borderline depressed Hero, mentions of death, mentions of hopelessness
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And they popped out again on the ground, next to the police and the reinforcements that were called in. Sidekick gasped in a harsh breath and coughed it out again, wheezing. Hero forgot to tell them about the whole deep breath thing before teleporting. Whoops. Hero groaned as someone helped them to their feet and brought them to the back of an open ambulance.
Paramedic was there waiting, glaring at Hero.
Wonderful.
“Ah. Paramedic. You look radiant today,” said Hero as they sat down on the back of the ambulance, nodding their thanks at the Officer that helped them over.
“Are you going to hospital this time?”
“No.”
“Of course not,” Paramedic grouched, nodding at the officer that assisted Hero to step away. “I’ll just wait here while Villain kills you, shall I? Make sure we get you to the morgue straight away.”
“Villain won’t hurt me, Paramedic,” Hero said and then hissed as Paramedic’s gloved fingers pressed down hard on Hero’s broken fingers. “Fuck!”
Paramedic was deadpan as they said: “Yes. They would never hurt you.”
“Can’t you just wrap them up for me and let me go again?”
Paramedic laughed, a short, derisive sound. “Yes. I can just keep patching you up while you for round two and three and twenty.”
Hero sighed, putting their elbow on their knee and pinched the bridge of their nose with their good fingers, head tilted down. So, they didn’t see the concern knitting Paramedic’s eyebrows together as they bandaged the two fingers together. Then bandaged them to Hero’s pinkie for support.
“Did you bang your head?” Paramedic asked and Hero nodded slightly. Their headache exasperated by the movement. “Show me.”
Paramedic’s cool fingers pressed lightly on Hero’s scalp. “Yeah there,” said Hero as Paramedic hit the sore spot. Paramedic pulled their hand back and said: “okay. There’s no blood. Most likely bruising. Just try to not get hit on the head again, okay?”
“Okay,” said Hero standing. Paramedic pushed a packet of pills into Hero’s hand. Hero popped out two and swallowed them dry before handing Paramedic back the foil packet.
“Keep it. You’re gonna need it.”
Hero nodded and slipped into the packet into one of their coat pockets. “Thank you, Paramedic.”
“See you in five.”
“Ah, come on. At least give me ten,” Hero said with their usual big smile, and Paramedic just shook their head.
Sidekick was speaking with Superhero fervidly when Hero strolled over, languid in their pace. They pulled their packet of smokes out and their lighter, lighting the cigarette as they walked. Superhero was the first to notice Hero stopping beside them, blowing smoke in the big shot’s face with a grin.
“Howdy Superhero,” said Hero with a grin, lapping up Superhero’s disgust. Hero nodded at Sidekick in greeting, taking another slow drag.
“Hero, I don’t have time for your shit right now. Why don’t you go crawl under a bar somewhere?”
“I was trying my best, but your delightful new sidekick here came and ruined all my fun. Why is that Superhero?” Hero asked, turning their head to look at Superhero again. “Is it because you’re too chicken shit to face Villain yourself? Maybe you should tell your new Sidekick that so you don’t kill another kid because of your cowardice, hmm?”
Superhero’s glare would have burned a hole through Hero if it got any more intense. Their lips pursed; nose held high. Hero felt sick as they let the smoke out through their nostrils.
“Oops,” Hero said, voice deadpan. “Looks like I just let the cat out the bag, huh?”
“Villain only wants to talk to you. Word is you haven’t been answering their texts.”
“Yeah, that’s a nice excuse—” Hero grumbled to Sidekick, then tilted their head at Superhero. “Listen, are you gonna help me stop them or are you gonna sit down here, safe and sound and send your Sidekick to do your dirty work?”
“This temper tantrum is your doing Hero. Clean up your own mess,” said Superhero squaring up, stepping closer to Hero’s face. Hero didn’t flinch. They didn’t do anything but follow the movement with their eyes, raising an eyebrow in challenge. Hero exhaled the smoke through their nose, and let their voice drop a tone lower. Something cold and vicious behind it.
“Villain’s a villain because of your doing, Superhero. How ‘bout you clean up yours, before you end up killing another—”
Before Hero could finish the sentence, Superhero wrapped a hand around Hero’s throat and drove them backwards until they were pinned against the front of a fire truck.
“Superhero!” Sidekick cried, running over and trying to take Superhero’s hand off Hero’s throat. Hero’s head was aching, but they didn’t let it show, just glared at Superhero. Sidekick stepped between the pair when they failed to remove Superhero’s hold, and Superhero was forced to let go of Hero. “This isn’t the time. Villain’s still up there!”
Hero stepped forward, fixing their long duster and took the last drag from their cigarette, savouring it before flicking the butt to the ground and twisting the ball of their foot on it to stomp it out.
“I’m going then,” said Hero.
“I’ll come with you,” Sidekick said immediately, but Hero shook their head, letting the smoke out through the corners of their lips.
Hero put a hand on Sidekick’s shoulder, and said: “you’re not coming this time.”
“What!”
“Villain doesn’t like you and you’re just something they can leverage against me if they catch you again. You’re staying put,” Hero ignored their protests and turned their attention to Superhero. “Don’t let them follow me unless you want them dead like the last one.”
Superhero’s hard stare melted away with a pop. Then Hero was on the roof again, facing Villain’s back. A metre or two between them. “Sorry for the delay.”
“Not at all, Hero,” Villain purred, turning to face their favourite reckless hero. Dishevelled, bags under their eyes, hands deep in their signature brown trench coat they wore over their black combat trousers and black sweatshirt. Villain couldn’t help but smile. Hero never changed.
Villain’s eyes searched the empty space behind Hero. “Where’s your friend? Haven’t scared them away already, have I?”
Hero shrugged, easy, blasé. “Nah, I put them in timeout. Left them with their babysitter.”
Clever, violet eyes settled on Hero’s. Oh, so alluring and bright at having Hero’s entire undivided attention. “Good. I always preferred when it was just the two of us. Come closer, I won’t bite.”
“No, but you’ll break,” Hero said, holding up their bandaged hand and tilting their head to the side. A soft, fond smile slipping onto their lips. Hero felt an invisible hand slide around their own. Inspecting at first. Gentle, then guiding Hero, pulling them closer to Villain, bridging the gap between them without Villain moving an inch.
Villain raised their own hand, palm facing up. Hero felt a phantom hand in theirs, guiding them gently towards Villain, closing the gap between them. When they were close enough, Villain took Hero’s hand in theirs and began an inspection of their own. Hero watched Villain’s violet eyes scan over the fingers bandaged together, inspecting the wrapping around their palm and wrist then back up again for support.
Violet eyes meeting theirs was the only warning Hero had before Villain pressed down hard on the injury. Hero hissed, yanking their hand back but Villain kept Hero’s hand locked in their iron grip.
“Does it hurt when I do this?” Villain asked with a sly smile, eyes never leaving Hero’s. Taking in every small twinge of pain, every squirming effort to hide said pain from Villain’s prying eyes. Oh, how they loved Hero’s small reactions.
“If you don’t want me to abscond you could just ask me to stay,” Hero told them honestly. Pained eyes meeting Villain’s, pleading for them to let go. Hero raised their other hand and placed it on Villain’s probing wrist. “It doesn’t always need to be pain that clouds my judgement, Villain.”
Villain smiled, a little genuine, before finally letting go. Their hand went to Hero’s cheek instead. Pads of their fingers digging in, gentle, with the smallest amount of pressure, because pain always came with Villain.
It was in Villain’s nature, Hero told themselves, they couldn’t really help it.
“I know,” said Villain, “but I do so love to watch you suffer, dear Hero. You make it into an art form.”
Hero pulled Villain’s hand away from their cheek at that, chest tight. “Perhaps you should witness me in my everyday life then. I suffer eternally.”
“Maybe you should start answering your phone when I call.”
Hero scoffed, turning their body half away from Villain, pulling the box of cigarettes from their pocket. Their hand was shaking after Villain’s inspection so they were happy to block Villain’s view of it with their body. Hero took a cigarette between their teeth, dragging it out before flicking the lid closed. The click of the lighter was reassuring, reliable.
Hero cupped their hand around the flame, a delicate thing to coddle especially on a roof where the wind was raging against their hair and their clothes. Hero could control the flame, let it burn enough to light their cigarette or they could smother it, the only thing they could control right now. They flicked the old zippo lighter closed, looking at the small black engraving on the side.
“You’re not special, I don’t answer anyone anymore. I put the stupid thing on silent. It kept incessantly buzzing,” Hero grumbled, looking over the wall of the roof down to the commotion below. Police lights and emergency services below, the street cordoned off from the public. They couldn’t make out Sidekick and Superhero below, but they could see Paramedic in their uniform and maybe pick out police but other than that it was just busy.
Hero heard Villain moving behind them, walking up to Hero and reaching over their shoulder, plucking the cigarette from Hero's hand. Hero grumbled out a half protest, hearing the flame ignite right by their ear, like a soft gasp of air. Villain slid it back between their fingers again.
“Cheers,” said Hero, flicking the ash off onto the wall. Villain exhaled a couple smoke rings then let the rest of the smoke out through their nose, the smell and smoke entrancing Hero. Hero watched the rings dissipate into the sky, as Villain’s hand stretched around Hero’s torso and pulled them both back away from the dangerous edge of the roof. Away from the prying eyes of back up below. Ensuring Hero’s attention could be focused on Villain completely again.
Hero rubbed their temple with the pad of their thumb, irritated. “All this fucking mess for what? Because I wasn’t answering your every whim? I’m getting too old for this, Villain. As are you.”
“Perhaps I should kill you and be done with it then,” said Villain, tightening their hold on Hero, tone cool and cutting. Hero couldn’t deny the chill that ran down their spine at the easy threat.
Villain could just throw them off the rooftop. Granted, it wouldn’t kill them, Hero had learned to quiet the panic when it came to life-or-death situations. Panic they could deal with, pain… well, pain was like Villain; it demanded Hero’s undying attention.
Hero shook their head, slinking out of Villain's hold with ease and popping up to the top of the wall, walking to the edge of the building and standing on the ledge.
“I can’t keep doing this Villain,” Hero repeated, chest tight. Behind them, Villain tilted their head at the Hero, their Hero. “You killed that kid.”
“That kid, was Superhero’s little psychopath. I was doing everyone a favour.”
“You could have saved them, Villain,” Hero said, half turning their body towards Villain, looking down into those violet eyes that used to give them so much comfort. “You could have tried to help them. We were once Superhero’s little psychopaths, no one put a bullet in us.”
“Maybe they should have,” said Villain tightly.
The wind whistled through the area between them on the roof, rustling their clothes and their hair as they let the weight of the words fall over them. Hero held Villain's unflinching eyes and some part of them wanted to scream. In another life, maybe they would be meeting on rooftops for secret midnight rendezvous, or to share a cigarette. The possibility broke Hero's heart, so they buried the thought and looked away from those piercing eyes.
Hero glanced down at all the commotion in the street below. They plunged a hand into their pocket, fist tightening around the cool metal lighter, while their other drew the cigarette to their lips. They nodded as they raised their head to the sky.
“Maybe they should’ve.”
Silence ebbed between them for a moment.
Then: “How are you, Hero?”
Hero laughed at the question. A loud, humourless laugh. It was such an absurd question coming from the Villain who had ruined how many people's day? Worrying about Hero, wanting to know how Hero was.
The worst part was the fact that Villain didn’t sound like Villain when they asked that question. Their voice was softer, quieter, more genuine. It was Hero’s best friend that asked how they were doing, not Villain. Not the scourge of the city, not the name whispered by civilians just in case it summoned the demon to wreck havoc on them.
It was just Villain.
Hero's Villain.
The one they had met in the early days at the Hero academy. The one who created schemes on how best to annoy the Heroes. Always getting them into trouble, always a little too clever for the Professor’s tastes — always questioned them a little too much. The one who took a punch for Hero, and threw a punch for them. The fastest, fiercest friend Hero had ever known. The quiet voice in the night when neither of them could sleep asking if Hero was still awake. The rebellious teenager who somehow managed to drag Hero into everything with them. The quickest study of them all, and it still wasn’t enough.
It was hard to distinguish Hero's friend from Villain these days, the waters were too muddled with Superhero's Sidekick's murder still fresh in their mind.
It tarred any fondness Hero harboured for Villain.
“I’m tired, Vil,” said Hero, their words clogging their throat and coming out thick. “I’m tired of this. I’m tired of being a Hero. I’m tired of drinking and smoking to keep my head clear and my hands steady. I’m tired of not being able to save everyone. I’m tired that I am the one that is called to your every public beck and call. I’m fucking tired of it all.”
“Maybe if you just picked up the phone, I wouldn’t have to resort to these extreme measures to see you,” Villain snapped.
Hero whirled on their heel, eyes ablaze, cigarette dangling from their lips, feet balanced precariously on the ledge. Villain’s body twitched as if they wanted to step forward, something like protectiveness winding their body on instinct, that Hero refused to notice.
“You know where I live,” said Hero through gritted teeth. “You know where to find me. Don’t you try and justify your actions by blaming me! Don’t you dare!”
“Hero—”
“He was seventeen!” Hero cried, throwing their arm wide just to do something. Fury and guilt were battling for dominance in Hero's bones and blood and left them with this frantic, frenzied energy. Hero's hand went to their cigarette, a shadow crossing their face and molding their features into a stoic expression, hard stare almost startling Villain as Hero took a long drag and then stepped back off the ledge.
Villain's hand shot out and Hero drew the cigarette from between their teeth, grinning wildly as they nodded, as if they understood everything all of a sudden. Hero heard screams below that died down quickly when they didn’t fall, but looked as if they were floating on air above the roof.
"You can control life and death, Vil,” said Hero, voice low and rough. They dropped the cigarette onto the invisible platform Villain constructed for their reckless Hero. Hero’s eyes narrowed when they met Villain’s, before they said: “and you let that kid die.”
Hero sucked in a breath through their nose, chest expanding, and that was all Villain saw before Hero disappeared before their eyes.
Hero popped out beside Villain, whistling as they drew back their good fist, sending a devastating right hook to Villain's jaw. Villain's head whipped to the side from impact, and when they righted themselves they turned on their heel, but Hero was gone again.
A whistle behind them and a kick to the back of their knee and Villain fell to one knee, catching themselves on their hand. The second their hand made contact with the ground, Hero's feet were in front of them and there was a swift boot coming for Villain's chest.
Villain didn't have time to react before they were staring at the sky, lying on their back and Hero popped out on top of them again. Their fists bunched into Villain's sweatshirt, pinning them to the ground while a knee straddled each side of Villain's waist, keeping them trapped beneath a particularly lethal Hero.
"I'm here now," Hero hissed, digging their knuckles in painfully to Villain's chest. "What the fuck was so important and pressing that you wanted me here, Vil, hmm? Did you want to kill another kid? Want to make me watch, again? Fucking break a few of my bones instead, hmm?! WHAT IS IT?!"
Villain, to their credit, didn't flinch at Hero's emotional outburst, they just stared up at Hero, trying not to startle them too much. Villain swallowed before they spoke, Hero could feel the motion in their hands and they waited.
"You were MIA, Hero," said Villain softly. Their voice was calm and soothing, as they reached a gentle hand up to wrap around Hero's wrist. The violet melted from Villain's eyes returning them to their normal light brown, trying to show Hero that they were no threat. "No one could contact you, I hadn't — well, other villains said that you weren't yourself. I was worried about you."
Hero's hands began shaking in their hold, their adrenaline slowly leaving them in shock. "You... you were worried about me so you threaten and disrupt a block of offices to get my attention?!"
Villain tried for a smile. "It worked didn't it?"
Hero tightened their grip on Villain and lifted their torso off the ground before slamming them back against the rooftop, leaning in closer and growling: "You were so worried you nearly killed another kid, is that it Villain?”
"I knew you would reach them in time."
“But you knew I wouldn't reach the other one, right?” Hero asked, the words that haunted them the last few weeks spilling from their lips. Villain relaxed in their hold and Hero let out a scoff, sniffing back the tears that wanted to fall as they narrowed their eyes down at Villain. Villain their best friend. "I— I fucking knew it. You knew I wouldn't—”
"Hero, that was different."
"HOW?!" Hero demanded, lifting Villain up again just to make sure that Villain would look them in the eye when they told them. Tears gathered behind Hero's shining eyes, glazing over just waiting for Villain to release the dam.
“He was going to kill you, Hero,” said Villain softly.
Hero shook their head, “no. No, you did it for a reason.”
“You are enough of a reason for me to kill, Hero.”
“I don’t want to be,” Hero said with a strangled whisper, not trusting their voice enough to speak.
“I know,” Villain cooed. Their hand tightened slightly over Hero’s wrist, not painful. Not yet. “But when there is a rabid dog, it is a mercy to put them down.”
“He was Seventeen,” Hero said again, their grip loosening slightly on Villain as they spoke as if the words were Hero's only defence to Villain's honeyed logic.
“And Superhero sent him after us,” Villain told Hero, like it was the most important thing in the world. “If the blood is on anyone's hand it's Superhero's! Superhero sent him after us, Hero, not just me. Me and you, they wanted that kid to kill us. To kill you.”
Hero tightened their grip in Villain's sweatshirt, twisting their fists further and pulling Villain closer. Hero's eyes were dark, hooded, desperate — they scared Villain.
"Maybe you should have let him," said Hero, voice devoid of all emotion. The words hit Villain like a truck and left a heavy lump in their throat. This was exactly what they were scared of. Hero being so beat up about not being able to save the very person who was ordered to kill them. To kill both of them. Villain did the right thing putting the mongrel down, even if Hero was upset now. They won't be in the future, Villain would make sure of it.
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Continued here
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todoroki touya (dabi) x reader “[3:07 a.m.]”
warnings: swearing, angst with no happy ending (i think?? m not sure 🫠) this is like a. vent, ig, haha. also probably shitty cus it's stupid and unedited and like. three in the morning.
[3:07 a.m.]
when dabi finally slips into your room, reeking of burnt flesh and ash and ruin, you’re already fast asleep,
(the shape of you heart-wrenchingly small under the thick covers, as if you were trying to protect yourself from- his heart clenches. from him.)
but that’s just as well, or so dabi thinks. the hour is ungodly, and he comes home late - later than late, actually, late enough that it’s early. late enough that you probably thought he wasn’t coming home at all, and who could blame you?
dabi is a man that commits arson and felonies on tuesday evenings and grins at the rising smoke and flames. he’s a man that burns to the touch, if he lets you in close enough - an icarus with melting wax wings, forever falling under the sun because some shitty feathers and a twisted ambition isn’t enough to keep him from burning.
but the thing with you is that you don’t mind the smoke or the ash - even if it means you’ll burn from tending to fire.
because you’re selfless and kind like that - you’ve always been, you with your soft healing hands gentle upon his skin (as if you think he’s actually a thing worthy of such redeeming softness, like he’s actually, really good) and your tender, open smiles and your stupid endless patience that never seems to run out even when he doesn’t come home for days, and when he finally does come, it’s to end up shitfaced and bleeding all over your couch, stealing the change on your counter or running hot when you beg him to stay, and -
dabi doesn’t deserve you, not when he hurts you as much as he loves you. but love has made him selfish - if not a little cruel.
but tonight, he promises, is the last.
the moonlight makes soft of your peaceful, sleeping face, and you’re so achingly beautiful like this, no furrow to your brow or wobbling curve of your mouth.
mindlessly, one of his hands drifts up to trace over the plump of your cheek, the bridge of your nose and then your jaw, stroking softly.
his breath trembles.
there are shadows under your eyes, dried tears on your cheeks. all because of him. what else does he need to see to know that this is what he does to you? that this is why he needs to leave?
for a world-muffling second, there is only the slow rise and fall of your chest, the soft lull of your breathing. the cadence of your heartbeat slow and sleepy as it beats against his own chest, thump thump thumping with your every breath.
and dabi lets his hand fall away, makes to stand up. he loves you, but you’re better off without him. this is for your own good, this is for his own good–
your eyes blink open in the darkness, tired and dark and mournful as you peer up at him through the shadows, your pinkie slowly, unflinchingly curling around his.
“stay,” you murmur, and he can hear the hoarse exhaustion in your voice.
“stay. please.” you whisper again, and dabi doesn’t have the heart to say no.
he slips back under the covers, lets you grip his hand tightly like you’re afraid he’ll disappear again, because it’s not entirely false. kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your fluttering eyelids. your trembling mouth.
“i love you, dabi.” you murmur, eyes fluttering shut again.
“love you too.” he tells you, guiltily waiting for when you’ll fall asleep again.
FIN-
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Does he feel bonita? (R.S)
contents: what happens when your grumpy boyfriend comes home from work? rambling about his nails?
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giving sukuna a much-needed-manicure
kinda ooc sukuna
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"fuckin' assholes" ryomen's hiss was heard throughout your shared apartment, you can only think of what or who pissed him off today— the very very rude lady across the street? traffic? his boss? the white-haired neighbor across the hall? the list goes on, yet you assumed wrong.
"what happened?" you softly cooed from the couch, your legs folded as a pillow rested between your thighs, ryomen's footsteps resonated closer, his eyes fixated on his fingers as he spoke.
"those fuckin' oldies made me erase my nailpolish" ryomen spats harshly, as if it was your fault—but it wasn't, obviously. "again" he adds, eyes darting to look at you as he shows his messed up fingernails—dried hints of black chapped into the surface, his thumb barely erased as you can still see the color of the nail-polish he neatly put on for thirty minutes and patiently dried it infront of the fan in the livingroom.
you knew ryomen, he likes putting all his effort into things. whether it's for his job, your relationship, small dates, and especially his nails—he took a particular liking in painting his nail beds, he claims it adds more effect and makes him more intimidating. intimidating as whoever dares to ask him why he's painting his nails like girls ends up with either a black-eye or a missing tooth. surprisingly, ryomen finds it offensive whenever things are expected to have gender labels.
"again?" you let out a dramatic gasp to support your boyfriend and his soon-to-be-protest-infront-of-his-workplace. you cooed him to get closer to you, he complies and sits beside you in the couch, a scowl still on his face as you grabbed his right arm.
you subtly grimaced, spotting the faded black ink in his skin—the tattoo lighter and covered with what you assumed was your foundation as you found the container tossed into the trashcan earlier, you made a mental note to scold him after you're done comforting him.
ryomen's job was strict—strict about tattoos, piercings, nail polish, and different aspects used for women that can't be seen in men because it's viewed as "scandalous" and immoral. you're surprised ryomen's still in the job as he's known for his short temper and lack of patience—atleast towards the things he doesn't see interesting
"my poor baby" you pouted, pinching his cheek and making ryomen glare at you from the side of his eyes, you ignored it ofcourse and continued to baby him
"stop"
"don't wanna"
"you're impossible"
you laughed at that, looking at his nails again before scurrying off to grab the nail kit he keeps upstairs in your bedroom, not waiting for any of ryomen's protests.
once you got back into the living room, you spot ryomen sending daggers into his ruined nails. you stifled a laugh and plopped back down beside him, grabbing his right hand wordlessly as you maneuvered your hand into the plastic kit to grab a nail polish.
"you're supposed to use a clear polish first" ryomen comments, staring at you as he placed his face into his knuckles, eyes staring intently at you.
you rolled your eyes, following his instructions. you grabbed the said clear nail polish—opening it before spreading the clear substance into his pinky first—then his forefinger.
you were focused, pink tongue peeking through the side of your lips as you worked into ryomen's nails, determined to replicate his ruined handy work
"asshole" you murmured when you see ryomen's middle finger lifted, a grin on his face, followed by his eyebrows cocking up
"why? 'm just makin' your job way easier" sarcasm dripped in his mouth easily, like it's his second nature. his smugness still in-tact.
you ignored his remarks, finishing his right hand. you grabbed his left hand forcefully—yanking him towards you. he cursed, spatting a few coherent "fucks" "shits" on the side as he struggled to pry himself off your grasp.
"damn, you should be a wrestler with that strength" ryomen scoffs, grimacing as you used your leg to pin him down—your legs over his as you pressed your weight down, successfully keeping him in place while you finished the base coat for his nails.
"let's go with pink"
"fuck no"
"why? thought things shouldn't have gender, what happened to 'fuck what other people say'?"
"try, and watch how i'll snap your neck, smart-mouth"
"kinky"
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How 'bout a... how is Scaramouche with a physically affectionate reader?
anyone else hyped about scaramouche drip marketing tmr or is it just me...
and tysm for requesting him, i love him sm😭 i could talk about scaramouche for days ngl
scaramouche x physically affectionate! gn! reader
warnings: none?? if you find anything feel free to tell me😭
✧ scaramouche is complicated and i think we can agree on that
✧ i think that he wouldn't enjoy physical affection all that much, especially in front of other people - he just doesn't like being touched right before other people
✧ yet, he is very aware of how much you enjoy just snuggling up to his side or randomly grabbing his hands and play with them, so that's that he thinks. but he knew already before your relationship, so it's no surprise to him and he deals with it in his own way
✧ guessing that you two only became a thing when you probably were also a part of the fatui, he believes that you two should keep apart business and personal life apart. in his eyes, both can't coexist and would just ruin everything
✧ the fact that he opened his, well, nonexistent heart to someone in all those years is already a great feat for him and he remarks you as someone odd because who would try willingly to approach him?
✧ as scaramouche, someone who holds much power as a harbinger, he wants to keep your display of affection in private - first of all, for your own good, and second of all, because he has a reputation to uphold
✧ what would it look like if you always hugged him and even worse, if one of the other harbingers saw? not that he cared much for their opinion, but he prefers to keep to himself and that's also what he asks from you
✧ while in public, people might not even guess you're a couple, but the moment the door to your room closes he can't help himself but find himself hugging you and even enjoying the closeness and warmth you radiate when your hands gently run through his hair
✧ don't be surprised at the balladeer for suddenly clinging onto you but still keeping up the same attitude as he had during the day - he just doesn't like being looked down upon in a metaphorical way, so he prefers you to not question his actions and just enjoy it
✧ you possess what he lacks and yearns for, a beating heart and the warmth of an actual living body, so oftentimes he might subconsciously even become the lower spoon and place his head right above where your heart is, silently counting the beats in his head as he thinks of nothing for a while (if you try and speak to him while he does that, it might take a few seconds longer for him to reply, that's how immersed he is)
✧ he isn't too prone on being the big spoon, but he enjoys holding you in his arms just as much - he actually believes that he is not that good in holding you close to him because he has no body warmth and he has no idea how to properly hug someone (unless he actually tried to keep you in a chokehold)
✧ however, if he ever happens to be in a good mood (which is already something to behold), he might ask you to walk him and he might even be in a good enough mood for you to hug him if he's sure nobody can see (though he'd still mutter curses under his breath, calling you an idiot for your constant need of physical affection)
✧ kisses are,,, something he does not understand. why do people press their lips together? he literally questioned right infront of you how sanitary that is and when you had the audacity to laugh he was just confused
✧ it might take him a while to open up to actual kisses, so it's rather a gentle kiss on his cheek or ontop of his head while you're hugging him
✧ that's also when he learnt that kisses did not have to be on the lips to carry meaning
✧ he'd probably even like to kiss your eyelids gently, mainly because he enjoys the way your eyelashes flutter shut in surprise or how flushed you become when he returns to his original position with a shit eating grin on his face
✧ also, he would probably like to link your pinkies together if you're alone. the first time he did it he denied it and called you delusional for it, but the second time it happened he just allowed you to tease him about it for the time being
✧ as long as all of this stays between the safety your four walls, it doesn't really matter to him. all he's really scared of is being betrayed again, let it be you passing away or suddenly leaving him behind
✧ the fact that you managed to break down his walls like that was enough for him to see you as worthy of his time and attention, so even if he initially dislikes any hugging, kissing or handholding, he is willing to do it for you as long as you're here with him
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