#<-he already knows a lot about random stuff but he takes an interest in saying his silly facts out loud and sounding like a nerd

[just-jordie-things]

headcanon request: how would the jjk guys react if someone's trying to flirt with them but they're already in a relationship with their s/o?

YES i love some light jealousy teehee ___

GOJO SATORU

has no chill if someone's flirting with him. or worse, he thinks someone's flirting with him, but they're just taking his order, or letting him know his shoe is untied.

he's literally "I'M MARRIED"

(for the untied shoe one, he definitely trips when he runs off)

he's so annoying abt it fr. always throwing "i have a wife" (even long before you're married) around even when unnecessary

and ppl do flirt with him, he's gojo, but sometimes... he's just a lot.

even if someone looks at him too long, he's wrapping his arm around you and loudly announcing "in front of my wife? you're lucky i'm holding her back!"

and you're just standing there bewildered with the box of cereal you were about to toss into the cart and wondering who the hell he's talking to- and when the hell did he propose??

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

for the most part he doesn't really notice when someone's flirting with him. i think it would take some very obvious hints.

so say someone is really trying to get him to catch on, pulling all the stops- fluttering eyelashes, unnecessary touching, one too many comments about his eyes, and finally, slipping a piece of paper into his hand with their phone number.

megumi can accidentally be a little cold.

he scowls at the phone number before crumpling the paper and dropping it.

"i don't want that," he's completely expressionless when he speaks, and honestly, the flirt-er is lucky he said anything at all rather than straight up walking away. "i have a girlfriend"

and then he walks away.

and when he meets up with you again he's a little more affectionate than usual, holding you a little longer, pulling you closer when you settle on the couch or bed or wherever, kissing you a few extra times for good measure.

don't get him wrong, it's not out of guilt or anything. he just wants you to know that he thinks of you when you're apart, and that he appreciates and loves you to death. nothing could ever change that.

ITADORI YUUJI

i don't often add him to my brainrot posts but i SHOULD and i had the most brilliant thought for him specifically

if he's getting hit on, he'll shut it down casually enough, and just blatantly tell them they're not his type.

and then he'll just start listing everything about you. and lover boy is BABBLING ok, no one could shut him up

he's describing your hair your eyes your nose your hands your style- and once he gets thru the physical stuff, it gets random

he's talking about your hobbies, your weird interests or collections, how sometimes you're a bad driver but you try your best lmfao he gets on such a tangent i don't think he'd even realize his tactic for defusing the flirting is just confusing the other person to the point of no longer wanting to give him their number

and once he's done with his dreamy little speech, he just goes "like my partner!!" all excited and bubbly

he's always rushing off to meet up with you then, having got himself so eager to be around you some more

OKKOTSU YUUTA

he's polite, but firm. he can also be a little quick to say he's taken, but it's only because he wants to let people down easy!

he's very kind when urning down phone numbers or flirty advances, always giving a gentle smile and saying no thank you, or actually i have a girlfriend. and he never apologizes when he says the second one, but that doesn't mean he's cruel! he's just thoughtful and respectful of you!

yuuta's a total gentleman.

but. god forbid. if he gets one of those nasty ppl that pull the "your girlfriend doesn't have to know" bullshit. oh boy. he does not handle that well.

toxic!yuuta jumps out a little!!

for as polite as he can be, he can get nasty when provoked just right, and someone disrespecting you? his beloved?

first it's a lecture- how dare you suggest such a thing? do you often try to break up people's perfect love lives?

then it's standing up for your honor- do you know how wonderful and lovely my partner is? you couldn't even understand the lengths that their radiance extends to. this part usually gets a little messy. he can get carried away when talking about you.

and lastly, he gets personal. deeply. personal. if they're having a not-so-great hair day, or if their attempts at slipping him their number were particularly weak, he's pouncing on that. he sniffs out weakness like a goddamn Chivalrous Boyfriend Bloodhound and sinking his claws in. i think yuuta could be really mean if he wanted to.

but that's kinda hot tho

INUMAKI TOGE

definitely the funniest of all of them. bcuz if he's getting hit on, he kinda just... stands there.

._.

CAUSE HE LITERALLY CANT SAY ANYTHING ???

sure, he could play it off like he doesn't understand what they're saying, or even type a little note in his phone saying he has a partner... but...

toge definitely prefers to stand there, completely blank faced, and stretch out the discomfort as long as possible.

sometimes people just scowl and walk away, finding it rude

one time tho someone actually started tearing up and completely ran away

(you came back just as it happened, an ice cream cone in each hand and a confused look on your face. but there's no way your sweet, mute boyfriend made a person cry, right?)

#satoru brainrot #megumi brainrot #yuuta brainrot #toge brainrot #megumi x reader #satoru x reader #yuuta x reader #toge x reader #gojo satoru x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #okkotsu yuuta x reader #inumaki toge x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jjk headcanons #gojo satoru headcanons #fushiguro megumi headcanons #inumaki toge headcanons #okkotsu yuuta headcanons #itadori yuuji x reader #itadori yuuji headcanons #yuuji brainrot

[arthenaa]

blurred lines — mizu x f!reader

synopsis: your relationship with your roommate often threads the lines between friends and of something more.

content: fluff, suggestive themes, modern! au, roommate!mizu one jumping off a cliff joke mentioned, taigen, ringo, and akemi being great friends, mizu uses she/her pronouns, she/her pronouns for reader as well, mizu and you call each other bon/bonnie as an endearment, mizu is ur bf but not rlly your bf yk, mutual pining

song will be later mentioned in the story but listen to it while you're reading <3

It isn't to anyone's surprise that more often than not, people mistake you and Mizu as a couple. It's gotten bad to the point that it's already counted as an inside joke in your little group of five.

Taigen was the main culprit of the joke (as usual). He often lets his tongue run loose in the most random of situations. Whatever piques his interest, he always has something to say about it. You're not sure if it's because of Taigen's natural person magnet trait but surely, you think this is somehow his fault.

"I just want to say how adorable of a couple you two are!" A person from your year—someone you had met in passing during your Ethics class for sure—gushed as she sat down on the empty seat in front of you. You stare at her, mouth slightly agape in shock at the sudden intrusion, Akemi chortles from her seat while Mizu's starting to look like she's about to commit homicide. It was currently your free period, hoping for a time to relax and wait for your next class, you sure weren't expecting to be bombarded by a series of questions about your love life. You're hoping that both of your unwelcomed stares would drive this person away, but the gal continues off on a tangent. "Not to be like—a real gossipy person, but like, I heard from Sanchez that you guys were dating, and I had my suspicions back then during Ethics class but I just HAD to confirm it, y'know?"

You lock eyes with Akemi seated beside the girl as she hides her grin behind her drink. You're so going to wipe that smile off her face soon.

"I'm pretty sure that's none of your business," Mizu deadpans as she stares at her under her tinted glasses. She taps her index finger on the surface of the table, a telltale sign of her impatience. The girl remains oblivious.

"Oh, come on! We were groupmates last semester! I'm pretty sure we're already close enough to know stuff like this," She sends the both of you a wink to which you wince as Mizu stiffens beside you. You're sure it was taking a real toll on her to prevent her from committing a felony and so you've decided to step up.

"I-I'm sorry," You give her a sheepish smile, hand raised to provide a calm reassurance of not being hostile. "I'm sure you mean well and everything but we're really tired. Whatever you're thinking, it's a no."

You give her your best award-winning smile with the hopes that she'll leave you both alone. You see her slightly pull back, finally reading the room but she pauses at the last second as Mizu wraps an arm around your waist. You're not sure why the girl gives you a cheeky grin as she adjusts her bag on her shoulder but your resolve is soon starting to waver if she doesn't get her ass off your table.

"Alright, whatever you say," She coos, eyes squinting playfully as she gathers herself off your booth. "I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. See you around!"

The three of you watch as she makes her way out of the shop before your shoulders release the tension you've both been holding over the past few minutes. Akemi chuckles at your expressions

"Oh my god, If you hadn't done that I would've gone off the rails," Mizu groans as she rests her head on the table.

"You should've, to be honest, might make this whole debacle a lot more interesting than whatever you have with Y/N," Akemi snickers from her seat as Mizu sends her a glare. "Funniest thing I've seen all semester. Keep it up."

"You're full of shit," Mizu grumbles from her seat. Akemi flashes her her middle finger. You roll your eyes at their banter.

"I don't get what's the big deal," You cross your arms over your chest. "I mean people do the things me and Mizu do all the time."

Akemi gives you a blank stare. "I mean this in the best possible way but if I didn't love you and you said that to me, I would actually slap your face."

"I can slap your face for free, right now."

"Not now, Mizu," You nudged her knee in retaliation as the blue-eyed girl grumbled in response. "Also, bullshit. That's unfair."

Akemi rolls her eyes before slamming her drink down on the table. "That's unfair? You two are basically me and Taigen if Taigen grew the balls to actually court me instead of parading his biceps like a damn himbo. That honestly felt like I'd lost 20 years of my life. She's at your beck and call and even fucking ditches our hangouts just because you had a little cold. That's what's unfair."

You stare at her with furrowed eyebrows as she huffs and takes an angry sip of her drink. You slowly nod, trying to get a sense of her reasoning. Well, you and Mizu had developed a natural sense of service-giving to each other. After all, your deep friendship was only a resort of living together. Wouldn't anyone be that considerate to their best friends?

"I swear to God," Akemi places a hand in front of her mouth as she looks between the two of you. Mizu had already tuned her out, opting to hug you close by the waist and leaning her head on your shoulder as she took the time to rest. "I'm so close to throwing myself off the cliff figuratively and it's both of your fault."

You roll your eyes at her, crumpling a tissue paper before throwing it towards her. The gal dodges it with ease before scrunching her nose.

"You're overreacting."

"Sure," Akemi squints her eyes. "Whatever fits your story."

You're not sure when it started but somehow Akemi's words started to get to you. You knew, for sure, (you think?) that she was just bluffing. Your relationship with Mizu was yours and yours alone, anything between the two of you must be kept between the two of you only. It wasn't as if the comments of other people had affected you—you often tend to brush them off, treating some of them as either praises of your close bond or jokes due to their easygoing nature. You're not sure if it's because of Akemi's short-tempered personality that you've started to notice things too.

"Here," Mizu's voice startles you out of your focus. You turn your head to see the raven-haired gal, hair down and cozy in a black hoodie and sweatpants. You had been studying and getting things done at your uni's library as finals were nearing. The desk at your dorm and the familiarity of your room seemed to mess up with your productivity and so you decided to change venues. Mizu, being the good-hearted angel that she is, drops a cup of coffee beside you and a bag of your favorite food. She then tucks her hands into the pockets of her hoodie.

You look up at her with a pout, eyes softened. "You didn't have to."

Mizu pats your head before gingerly pulling the seat next to you. She sits down and leans her head on her arm perched on the table. "It's the least I could do. You're working hard."

You smile at her praise, glancing at the worksheets sprawled on your table. It wouldn't hurt to take a break, no?

Mizu gives you a raise of an eyebrow as you turn your body towards her, copying her form. Your lips pull into a small smile as you reach out to brush her loose locks. "It's way past your curfew. You should've just slept."

Mizu snorts. "You say that like I'm a child."

You reach out to pinch her cheek causing her to swat your hand away. Letting out a few giggles as she scrunches her nose at you. You would've continued to act normal afterward, there was nothing to freak out over but then Mizu started staring at you with that gaze of hers. Usually, you would either jokingly stare back or playfully ignore her but somehow this time, you're suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious. You let out a cough as you turn back toward your worksheets, unable to handle the intensity of her gaze.

Not sure if she noticed it or what, you make quick haste to get back on track with your studying. About 15 minutes in, you hear shifting beside you. Thinking that it's her cue to go, you turn toward her with curiosity but then your chair moves swiftly to her side. You let out a yelp as she moves your chair with one arm, closer toward her.

"Mizu—!" You squeak at the sudden movement as she lets out a few chuckles at your reaction. Soon enough, a deep flush bursts across your cheeks due to the sudden proximity. She's faced toward you, legs spread to accommodate your figure, and her other arm perched on the back of your chair.

You feel your heart speed up as she leans close and smiles. "Get back to studying, Bonnie."

You obediently follow her orders as you lower your head to get back to answering the worksheets in front of you. You hear Mizu chuckle beside you as you willed yourself to continue writing and ignore her very existence.

Heart? Speed up? What the fuck?

There's a moment of reprieve before you feel the sudden thump of Mizu's head against your shoulder.

"What's up?" You hum gingerly, your free hand moving up to gently pet her head. Mizu shifts her body close, the arm at the back of your chair pulling your shoulder and body to her.

"Do you want Italian or Chinese?" She asks out of the blue, eyes watching you write down equations and numerical formulas on your paper. Your heart softens as you feel her other hand envelope over your stomach, pulling you into a side hug.

There weren't many people around the library at this time of the night besides the occasional suffering computer science major seated at the far end of the library and the librarian herself. Mizu allows herself to be vulnerable within your care. You eye your worksheets, debating finishing them or giving your cute roommate dozing off on your shoulder attention.

Nah, fuck it.

You gently close your notes before cupping Mizu's cheek, softly pulling her up from your shoulder.

"Hm?" Mizu hums as she slowly blinks at you, face leaning towards your touch as you cup her face gingerly within your palms. You give her a soft smile, thumbs running softly across her cheeks.

"Ordering takeout might be a bit too much right now," You quietly whisper to her, eyes crinkling playfully. She lets out a few chuckles at your response. "Although, I recall having a waffle mixture back at our dorm and we still have your dad's waffle maker. What do you say?"

Her gaze darts over you face before she pulls away from your touch. You look at her curious as she scoots to the edge of her seat before pulling you into a hug. The raven-haired girl burrows her face on your neck, letting a loud sigh of relief as she encased you in her arms.

"Alright," She mumbles on the collar of your shirt, breath tickling your neck. You flush at her proximity, opting to rest your head gently against hers. Just as the two of you would continue to bask in each other's presence, a cough alerts the two of you to pull away.

Your eyes dart toward the culprit as the librarian raises her eyebrow toward the both of you.

"You can take your couple date elsewhere if you both have nothing better to do here." The old lady deadpans, fanning herself with her foldable fan. The both of you stare as she gives you one last judgmental look before walking away. Mizu wordlessly helps you pack up your stuff, leaving the library with you trailing behind with your ears flushed red.

"Listen," Taigen takes a deep breath before continuing. "We're only choosing your dorm because Akemi has their annual dorm parties, Our kitchen broke so Ringo can't cook, and we know Mizu is a loaded motherfucker, alright? It's absolutely not because we want to see your icky mundane domestic life."

Mizu leans against the doorframe, staring Taigen down as he finishes his piece. You, on the other hand, can only smile from your spot behind Mizu. It had been your scheduled movie night with friends and originally, it was Ringo and Taigen's turn to host but due to unfortunate circumstances, the duty of hosting befell on your shoulders again. Albeit, a bit rushed this time.

Akemi rolls her eyes beside Taigen before stepping up towards the doorway and pushing her way through Mizu's defense (Mizu let her in, she didn't do anything wrong). Ringo smiles gleefully from his spot beside Taigen before sliding his way inside and pulling you in a hug (again, Mizu let him in, he's the only person who can actually cook).

"Y/N!" Your tall bubbly-bear looking friend cheers as he swings you back and forth in his hug. You giggle as you return the gesture, slightly pulling away and patting his cheeks. Ringo grins. "I missed you!"

You playfully roll your eyes at him. "Oh come on Ringo, I saw you last week."

"Too long!" Ringo whines as he rests his head on top of yours. Your heart warms at Ringo's affections. Your dear friend was a walking talking incarnation of a life-sized teddy bear. The two of you continue to giggle at each other's presence, not noticing the pair of blue eyes trained on you.

"Oi, Ring," Mizu calls out from her position by the doorway, eyes pulled into a glare. Ringo stiffens beside you at her tone. You could only blink your eyes at her with a curious gaze. "Get your ass in the kitchen."

"On it!" Ringo makes no haste and eventually bolts to your dorm's kitchen. You place your hand on your hips as you stare at her with a raised eyebrow. Mizu only looks away before catching a sneaking Taigen trying to move his way inside. The raven-haired girl slams her hand on the doorframe preventing Taigen from entering.

"Where do you think you're going?" Mizu asks with a threatening glare. Her eyes squint as you watch Taigen sweatdrop.

"C'mon, man! I just want to fucking watch Ryan Gosling, can you let me in?!" Taigen whines, stomping his foot. Mizu's face stays blank, hand clutching the doorframe. Taigen resorts to plan B and looks up at you from his spot with the most disturbing try of puppy eyes. "Y/N, please I'll treat you all the fucking bobas you want just please pull your war freak of a wife away from me."

You chuckle as he clasps his hands together, ignoring Mizu's pointed glare. You knew that Mizu would let him in either way. After all Mizu says, and you quote, "It's like leaving a fucking dog outside with all that yapping."

Finally deciding to help Taigen, your eyes gaze at Mizu's back with a smile. "Bon, c'mon leave him be."

There's a pause of silence before Mizu eases up on the doorway and eventually side steps. Taigen lets out a noise of victory before making quick steps toward you and places a kiss on the side of your temple.

"This is why you're my favorite," Taigen crinkles his eyes playfully. You roll your eyes, slapping his arm.

"You said that to Akemi 3 days ago."

"The past is past, what matters is the pre—"

A loud smack on the head propels Taigen forward causing your eyes to widen. You turn to Mizu who looks at him with disgust.

"I let you in and you still yap like a dog. Do you want me to kick you out again?" Mizu stands next to you with a menacing glare. You watch in amusement as Taigen frowns, rubbing the back of his head.

"Goddamn, just fucking marry this emotionally constipated motherfucker please so that I may find peace," Taigen makes a pointed look towards you. "I hate that I'm always at the receiving end of your punches when Y/N doesn't give you a bit of her atten—AGH!"

You let out a few giggles as you watched Mizu try and kick him away from where the two of you were standing. The poor man cowers behind Akemi who elbows him off her figure as she tries to browse through you and Mizu's shared Netflix account.

Your eyes glance toward Mizu who grumbles under her breath before turning towards you.

"Never let him in our dorm ever again please." Mizu deadpans prompting soft laughs from your lips. You then watch as Mizu walks toward you, eyes squinting at the side of your temple before grabbing your face with one hand—cheeks smushed.

"Mijuuuu," You whine as she tilts your head to the side. You notice her gaze on where Taigen kissed you. Your eyebrows furrowed as Mizu reached you with the sleeve of her hoodie pulled over her fingers. She then makes harsh wiping movements on your temple causing you to groan.

"Ow." You sob playfully as she finishes her ministrations. Mizu then turns your head towards her, the corners of her lips slightly upturned as she squishes your face within her grasp.

"Cute." She mumbles before leaning down to place a chaste kiss on your forehead. Your heart thumps against your chest—eyes wide as a deep flush rises to your ears. Whether Mizu noticed it or not, she only pulled away and walked over to where Akemi and Taigen were—both too busy fighting each other for the remote (Akemi wants horror but Taigen insists on a Ryan Gosling marathon).

You stand still in the hallway, breath hitching as you try to calm yourself down.

Unfair.

There's a nagging thought at the back of your head that you think that you might've been a little bit too lenient with Mizu.

Your friendship and current situation as roommates didn't start off in a good footing. Having met Ringo and Mizu during freshman orientation, you had no choice but to stick close to them due to the unfamiliar environment. Ringo welcomed you with open arms while Mizu didn't care if you joined or not. Apparently, she didn't really care about Ringo or you.

It was safe to say that your first impression of your roommate with her ever-perpetual stone-cold glare had not been the best. After all, she had ignored you most of the time and tended to stray away from your group of three.

It was during that time that she had issues with her current roommate who always tried to bring people in as a one-night stand that the two of you decided on common ground.

You were out that night, going on a quick walk break from midterms when you saw Mizu complaining at the front desk. Still considering her your friend albeit a bit hesitant due to her off-putting nature, you hear Mizu complain to the landlord. You overheard her issues with her roommate and decided to offer your space up as your previous roommate had shifted courses, was transferred to a farther building, and therefore had to move to a closer dormitory. She seemed awkward but grateful enough to accept your offer.

Then things are where they are now. After knowing and living with each other for at least 2 years now, your closeness with Mizu didn't really bother you. It was nice being comfortable enough to just be authentic in front of somebody without the fear of getting judged. Mizu tends to be quite direct with her words and doesn't like to bluff around. That's what you kind of love and hate about her.

Love because she's upfront—what you see is what you get. She gives you thoughtful advice, the most rational between the two of you, mature and level headed enough to tell you the truth when nobody else would. Hate because sometimes she's too direct. Direct about your mistakes and wrongdoings but also direct about what she feels.

Like this instance.

"Mizu?" Your feet cladded socks thump loudly against the wooden floor, waddling your way toward your roommate who is busy mopping the living room.

"Yeah?" She calls out, hair tied in her usual bun as she continues to clean. She hears you enter the area, turning towards you with her hand outstretched. "Careful. Floor's wet."

"Yeah, yeah." You grab her hand, watching as she puts the mop away to the side. Finally having her undivided attention, you swing your hands back and forth as you come to say what you went for in the first place. "So y'know how Akemi got her internship at that company she really worked hard for?"

"Mmh."

"Then she was offered like a position right?"

"Mmh."

"So like, as a reward for her great performance, she got tickets for us to watch Laufey next week."

Mizu's eyebrows raised in recognition. "Really?"

You nod your head with enthusiasm, smile brimming from ear to ear. Mizu's eyes softened as she lets you continue.

"So I was wondering," You bite your bottom lip as your hand shifts to wrap around her index finger—still swaying it back and forth. "Can you help me find an outfit, please?"

Mizu hums as you peer at her with an excited grin. The raven-haired woman glances at her unfinished work before sighing.

"I suppose cleaning can wait." She responds before getting pulled in a hug.

"Thank you! Thank you!" You make careful tiptoes around her work as you walk back to your room.

It takes Mizu about 7 minutes to finally reach your room with a soft knock on your door. You tell her to come in as she gently opens the door to walk inside.

"Options?" Mizu sighs in relief as she plops down on the bed. You tell her your options and Mizu nods for you to try them on.

It takes a while for both of you to decide—eventually having to stick with two dresses. Finally trying the last dress on, you twirl in front of the mirror, examining the way you look before meeting Mizu's eyes on the reflection.

"That's the one," Mizu says with a soft tone. There's something about the way she eyes you up and down with a gentle look in her eyes paired with the soft tone of her deep voice. You pause, turning around to see her on the edge of your bed, arms resting on her knees—hands interlocked with her body leaned forward. Those hues of blue peer up at you with half-lidded eyes. Your cheeks heat up.

She breathes a heavy breath before motioning for you to come over with a come hither motion of her fingers. "C'mere."

You make slow steps toward her form, a couple of inches away from each other. You look down at her as she eyes you up, an unreadable look on her face before she suddenly stands up from her seat. Suddenly you're reminded of Mizu's height, albeit only a couple of inches taller than you, you still had to crane your neck at a distance as close as you were now. Suddenly the air seemed thick and constricting.

There's a sudden tension filling the air as the two of you only look into each other's eyes. You find yourself unable to blink as you admire her features. A mix of handsome and pretty—a face you've seen countless times and yet still be in awe of.

Just as the moment had started, Mizu suddenly ends it with a flick on your forehead causing you to blink.

"Hey!" You whine at the sudden gesture, hands reaching up to touch the spot she flicked at. Mizu smirks, chuckling.

"You blinked, I won."

You scoff at her. "Unfair."

She then fixes the fabric of your dress, making sure that the pleats and the flow is positioned nicely. Then the next few words stun you.

"You look really beautiful, Y/N." She says with such a genuine tone that it leaves you speechless. Seeing your reaction she lets out a few laughs then pinches your cheek. You let out a chuckle at the sound of her laughter.

"Favorite Laufey song?" You tilt your head in curiosity as you look up at her with a smile. Mizu softly blinks with a gentle smile.

"Serendipity."

Your hands slam against the wooden surface of the desk inside the library's discussion room. Three pairs of eyes—one filled with curiosity, one with indifference, and one with annoyance. You breathe heavily as you lock eyes with each one.

"I think I like Mizu."

Suddenly Taigen stands up from his seat and applauds you—Ringo, ever the sweetheart he is, smiles at you and waves his arms for a little celebration dance.

"Congratulations, Sherlock," Taigen smiles sarcastically. "If I had to watch the two of you in an eternal battle of who's the most oblivious, I would already have a degree in Bachelor of No Communication, Major in being a pussy and a minor in having mommy issues."

Akemi gives him a disgusted glare. "Can you shut the fuck up or is being a yapper your honest profession?"

"Alright," Taigen raises his hands. "Chill."

Akemi rolls her eyes before looking at you with her lips upturned. "Happy that you're finally realizing it, hun."

You groan as run your palms over your face. "That's the problem!"

"Why's that a problem?" Ringo asks innocently. You pull yours hands down with a huff.

"It's Mizu."

"So?" Akemi raises an eyebrow.

"Mizu's my best friend," You whine. "I can't risk it when I don't know if she feels the same."

"Be fucking for real right now." Akemi deadpans as she crosses her arms over her chest. "The damn woman looks at you as if you've just given her the stars and the moon. Y'know know how much I envy that?"

Taigen nudges Akemi beside him with a pout. Akemi glances at him with a sigh. "I was just making a point. You'd have to be dumb stupid to not notice anything at all, Y/N."

You purse your lips as you sheepishly look at Akemi like a child being punished.

"You did, didn't you?" Akemi squints her eyes with a smile. "Precisely why I favor you over that emotional catastrophe of a woman. I suggest taking the chance. It's not every day that you find someone that's a complete fit for you."

Akemi gives you a soft smile. You purse your lips as Taigen gives you a thumbs up.

"You can do it, Y/N." Ringo smiles at you from his seat. "If there's anything I know about Mizu, it's that she cares for you a lot more than you think."

You nod, encouraged by your friends' advice and reassurance. While Mizu's someone you didn't want to lose, you'd rather take the risk on giving her the love she deserves rather than keeping it buried within you.

Finally, your resolve is built and strengthened. It's just Mizu, it should be alright.

To put things simply, it had been 3 weeks since your talk with Taigen, Akemi, and Ringo.

The three have tried their very best to allow you to confess but somehow Mizu always has something to do or something keeps ruining the moment. Confessing in a cafe? Suddenly a random NPC interrupts. In the library? Librarian follows you everywhere with that judgmental gaze of hers after your previous altercation. Campus garden? Mizu's getting called for org duties. Your own dorm? Mizu's asleep.

You're at your wit's ends and while you can tell that all of this isnt intentionally done, you can still feel the frustration.

It's this night where you reach your final straw.

You had just gotten home after a day of requirements, finals, and activities. Mizu's schedule was moved a bit earlier causing the two of you to be quite busy due to the gap in the dates for your finals. When you're free, Mizu's taking an exam. When Mizu's got nothing to do, you're working your ass off in the library.

The finals season has completely ended and you're walking home with a fleeting mind and relieved sigh.

As you make the turn toward your dormitory, you notice a familiar head of black crouched over the sidewalk. Your eyebrows furrowed as you see Mizu busy with whatever caught her attention. Just as you reach at least a meter away from her, you see a fluffy white cat perk its head behind Mizu's figure, blue eyes sparkling with curiosity as it mews at your figure.

"Huh?" You hear Mizu hum before turning to face you. A look recognition passes her eyes. "Oh. You're home."

You fall silent as you continue to watch her pet the cat. You hear its purrs as it leans its head to Mizu's touch.

"I cooked hotpot upstairs," Mizu says, eyes still looking at you. Her hair is down, only pinned back by her glasses worn over her head. That little frail bang escapes with ease from it as she looks down to see the cat on its back, paws demanding a belly rub. She's wearing the black sweater you gave her with its sleeves rolled up to her arms.

Fuck. Why does she look so—

"I can tell you're spent," Mizu softly smiles at you. There's a slight breeze that gently ruffles her hair. "You did so well, Bonnie."

Then it's as if something snapped within you and there's nothing that could stop you from unleashing the pent up frustration of not getting a moment with her.

"Oh my god," Your gaze is unwavering as you stare at her figure. She raises an eyebrow at your response. "I'm so fucking in love with you."

Mizu stops her ministrations with the cat, figure tensing as the light breeze of the wind fills in the void. Your heart thumps as you breathe heavily, watching any sort of reaction for her shocked face.

Then it is as if you could hear a pin drop then a change in the atmosphere. Mizu is flushed deep red, eyes blinking as she stares at you with mouth agape.

Your eyebrows raise in amusement.

"Huh?"

"I love you." You repeat taking a step closer to her crouched form. She furrows her eyebrows, blush spreading up to her ears. Oh?

"I-I don't—"

You grin as you crouch in front of her, eyes trained on her shy features. "I said I love you."

"Y/N." Mizu grumbles as she tries to glare at you.

"What?" You shrug, smile brimming from ear to ear. The emotions on her face are clear as she stammers and stutters in front of you.

"That's not fair." She grits her teeth.

"What's not fair?" You tilt your head in amusement.

"I wanted to say it first." She mumbles as she looks down at the cat purring between the two of you.

You let out a soft laugh at her whining.

"Well, I'll pretend I didn't say anything and that I just walked back from school," Mizu eyes you in confusion as you stand back up and run a few meters away from her—back from where you previously stood. You clear your throat as you straightened yourself up. "Oh my god! Finals is so hard, if only there's a hot tall masculine woman to declare their love for me."

You end with a dramatic touch of the back of your hand against your forehead. Mizu chuckles, shaking her head before standing to her full height. She reaches you with ease, lips turned to a smile as her hands make their way to cup your face.

"You're an idiot," She grumbles with affection before pulling you in a kiss. There's no time wasted as you kiss back, clutching the fabric of her sweater as she tilts her head to deepen the kiss.

You squeak as you feel her tongue intertwine with yours. You feel yourself get lightheaded, melting in her touch as your arms wrap around her neck while hers takes hold of your waist. She pulls you closer with no distance left to break you apart. You whine as you feel her bite on your bottom lip, gently pulling it before pulling away. Heavy breaths are what fills the space between your bodies, eyes still trained on swollen red lips while want and need courses through your veins.

She lets out a grunt as she dives to taste more of you, pecking your lips once, twice—thrice before finally breaking off.

There's a moment of silence before hushed giggles errupted between the two of you—Mizu swaying your bodies as you both bask in each other's presence.

Hushed whispers, sweet nothings, wide smiles, and stolen kisses are all that's seen between two idiots in love. Before you can further enjoy your moment with Mizu, a loud meow interrupts your moment. The two of you look down at the cat licking its paw as it stares up at you both.

It swishes its tail back and forth, tilting its head before stretching. You and Mizu look at each other with a smile.

"You up for another roommate? Might be severely in love with you too." You tease as the cat leans its body against Mizu. Your girlfriend rolls her eyes. You giggle.

"Oh, shut up."

a/n:

you: *sees mizu w a cat* marry me

mizu: ?

projecting ken tendencies in taigen mb. akemi is a mood tbh.

#arthenaa #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #the blue eyed samurai #blue eye samurai x reader #Spotify

[mrsbarnesblog]

barbie

masterlist ko-fi ao3

Summary: Bucky takes his best girl to watch a Barbie movie and then spoils her with gifts.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, Bucky being the best boyfriend, he's healing your inner child.

Author's note: it was inspired by Barbie movie when it just came out. I think that Bucky is that type of boyfriend who would do everything possible to make you happy<3

You had been excited about the Barbie movie since the day you found out that it was in the making, and you may or may not have annoyed Bucky with it like a million times.

You begged him to go see it on the day of the premiere, and even if at first he really wanted to say “no”, he couldn’t.

Yes, he was your grumpy old supersoldier, but he would do anything to make you smile.

When the tickets started to sell, it was almost impossible to find one because people went crazy about this movie.

When you finally had time to look for the tickets, they were sold out. Obviously. Even if you didn’t say anything, Bucky saw sadness written on your face when you didn’t get the tickets for the opening night, and it hurt him to see you that way.

So, as the best boyfriend in the world, he got them for you. 

Yes, there was definitely one good thing about being a famous Avenger: you could get almost everything.

You and Sam also taught him how to use TikTok a few months ago, and besides a million videos of cats, he started to see Barbie-related content. He wasn’t really interested until he saw a video where a guy bought his girlfriend a doll and a lot of pink and cute things as a surprise.

Would you like it if he bought this for you? Did you even like dolls?

Bucky didn’t think about it too much; he just went to the store. 

He probably stood in front of the shelf with Barbie dolls for way too long because, while he was looking for the one he thought you would like, a shop assistant came to offer him some help. Bucky explained his situation, and the young girl—Stassie, as he found out—was almost jumping with excitement to help him and said that his girlfriend was really lucky.

She showed Bucky two dolls that came out recently: one in the western look and one in a light pink dress. It was hard to pick one because both were really cute.

So he bought both.

Stassie gave Bucky a few tips on what else he could buy for you; that's why, after another hour in the mall, he went home with a big box full of random pink and cute stuff.

You weren’t at home, so he hid the box in a safe place and decided to give it to you after the movie.

The day before the premiere, when you two were already getting ready to sleep, laying under the blanket and ready to cuddle while watching a movie, he silently gave you a white envelope.

“What is this?” You asked, looking at your weirdly smiley boyfriend.

“Open.”

You studied his face for a few seconds, but then sat up and carefully opened it to not rip whatever was inside. 

“Bucky…” You whispered as two tickets with “Barbie” written on them fell into your hand. “You didn’t—how did you get it?” Your eyes were watery as you looked at him.

“That’s a secret. But I wanted to make you happy.” The soft look in his eyes made you want to cry, but instead you just jumped into his arms, leaving kisses all over his face.

“I fucking love you, James.” 

“I love you more, doll.”

It was safe to say that he got his reward for being a thoughtful boyfriend, and you both fell asleep only a few hours later. 

You two walked out of the movie theater holding hands while you were still sobbing a little bit. It was an amazing experience, and you were overwhelmed with feelings. Bucky led you to the side so you wouldn’t bother other people, wrapped his hands around you, and held you close to him.

“Are you okay, baby?” He mumbled into your hair and kissed your temple.

“Yes. I’m so happy that we watched it. And that you came with me.” You wrapped your hands around Bucky’s neck and melted into him.

“I liked it too, actually.” You heard a deep chuckle.

“You know, I told you that you look great in pink, and you didn’t believe me.” 

You obviously decided to stick to a non-official dress code, but it was hard to convince your boyfriend that he needed to wear something pink too. So the only thing that he liked in the store was a pink jean jacket, and you were okay with that.

An old lady that sat in the movie theater behind you with her grandkids said to Bucky that he was a really good young gentleman and that you two were perfect for each other. 

Bucky didn’t really like any interactions with strangers, but you still noticed a light pink color on his cheeks and a sweet smile that he gave to the woman.

“If you think so, I’ll accept it, baby.” He was silent for a few seconds, but then smiled again and cupped your face with his metal hand so you would look at him. “I have something for you at home. Do you want to go there now and then order some food?”

“Something for me?” You frowned at him but still leaned into his touch. “And you should know better than to ask me whether I want to order food or not. I always do.”

You were sitting in your living room on the couch, where Bucky told you to stay and wait for him. He went to your bedroom and came back in a few seconds, holding a big pink box.

“This is for you.” He put the box near you on the couch and sat on the free spot at the other end. 

“For me? Why? I forgot about our anniversary or something?” You tried to laugh. 

You opened the lid, and your mouth opened as you saw what was in there. Your shaking hands gently pulled out two boxes with dolls, and you took a few seconds to look at them properly, trying to blink away the tears in your eyes. Then you got the rest of the stuff: a pajama set, a journal, a candle, masks and bath bombs, and a lot of your favorite candies. Of course, everything was pink. 

“I hope you like it. The girl at the store said–” You didn’t let him finish before you stood from your place and sat onto Bucky’s lap, hugging him as hard as you could, sobbing into his neck.

“Sh-h, baby, that’s okay.” He wrapped his arms around your body, gently swaying you from side to side.

“T-thank you so much, Bucky, really. You didn’t have to do it.” You moved back a little bit, and Bucky’s right hand immediately flew to your face to wipe away tears. You took one of the boxes with a doll on your lap and carefully took her out of the box. “She’s so pretty... I’ve never had a real Barbie before. They are expensive.”

“It is worth every dollar if it makes you happy. I saw this idea on that video app, and I wanted to give you something special.” 

He looked at you with a soft smile while you were unpacking the second doll and then gently touching her hair and clothes. He thought that he gave this present more to the younger you, and it made him feel so happy.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” You put the doll down and took Bucky’s face in your hands. “I am so lucky to have such a person in my life. Thank you for everything. Not only for dolls, it’s all amazing. I love you, James.” You closed your eyes when he moved closer and put his forehead on yours. 

“I’m the one who is lucky to have you. I’ll give you anything if it makes you smile this way. I love you.” 

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky x reader #bucky x you #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x you

[megu-meow]

catnaps - gojo satoru

gojo satoru x fem. reader

Summary: Gojo naps with you whenever and wherever he wants.

Gojo Satoru, the Strongest, the Honored One doesn't sleep. There is a lot weighing on the shoulders of the epitome of power in the Jujutsu World that results in restless nights, barely squeezing in short naps throughout the day at random times in random places.

Satoru only rests at his breaking point, when fatigue takes over his body and his eyes unintentionally fall shut. It has been like that ever since he joined Jujutsu Tech and he was deemed eligible to take on missions without any supervision. Despite how it may seem from the outside, Gojo Satoru takes his responsibility as the Strongest very seriously, he knows how much the well-being of others relies on him, so he gives every task and mission all his might. When he's not out doing his job, he works on perfecting his technique for the same reason, draining himself even more. You often wonder how he manages every day like that. Every time you ask him about his fatigued eyes and the dark circles that slowly appear under them, he just shrugs and joyfully tells you how he's the Strongest and doesn't need any sleep.

After a few months of knowing you and developing a tiny, childish crush on you, Gojo Satoru has an interesting revelation after one of the campus hangouts Geto and Shoko secretly organized: he can easily fall asleep around you. Your friend group is sitting in his room, Nanami and Yu sitting on the couch, Shoko and Geto are near the window sharing a cigarette, you and Satoru are on his bed, you sitting with your back against the wall, and Gojo's sprawled out, limbs everywhere with his head in your lap. He's rambling on about Digimon and you try to listen to what he's saying carefully, but you simply don't understand due to the fact that you've never seen the show. Satoru is aware of this, but he can't help how flustered he gets around you, making him talk continuously about stuff no one cares about, especially not someone like you, a gorgeous, intelligent, gentle girl he has a massive crush on. But surprisingly you do, you are interested in anything he has to say, because unbeknownst to him, you find him just as intriguing.

He doesn't realize that his eyes are getting heavy and he falls asleep with his head in your lap, your fingers brushing his unruly, incredibly soft locks of white hair. You smile at the way he looks all calm and comfortable, his breathing even. He wakes up half an hour later at Shoko's laughter, the young healer is laughing at Yu, who decided to rebel and wanted to try smoking for the first time, which resulted in him coughing intensely from the first drag he took. Gojo looks around the room confusedly, his mind still fuzzy with sleep, but his cerulean eyes land on you, a wide smile visible on your pretty face as you enjoy the scene developing in front of you with your beloved friends. Your eyes drift down to the boy lying on your lap and you smile even wider as you realize he woke up from his little nap.

"What did I miss?" he asks cheerfully.

"Nothing, really. You can go back to sleep if you want, Nanami is already passed out on your couch."

"Are you sure, sweet thing? I don't want your legs to fall asleep or be sore tomorrow."

"Don't worry, Satoru. I can handle the Strongest taking a catnap on my lap." you say jokingly and he grins at you, content with your answer. He makes himself even more comfortable and he passes out in mere seconds.

Over time, Gojo begins to value the comfort you provide him more than anything, the mere thought of having you calms his heart and forever running thoughts. His mind is always preoccupied with analyzing his surroundings, residuals, and other techniques. When he's around you, he shuts down, he can be vulnerable and he is simply able to relax. That's why he makes it his mission to ask you out and then make you his girlfriend because he doubts that there's going to be another person that can make him feel like that in his life. You gladly accept, because you would be a fool if you didn't. Gojo Satoru is nothing, but adorable in your eyes, he can be a lot sometimes, but you know that there's no malice behind his unhinged behavior. He's a kind-hearted boy who's carrying a lot of weight on his shoulders, someone who deserves everything good that this world could offer. After the two of you make your relationship official, which is met with utter joy from all of your friends, he continues seeking you out whenever he feels in dire need of sleep.

He finds you in your dorm after a particularly challenging mission and he curls around your body, laying his head on your chest and putting your hand in his hair, demanding that you keep running your fingers around his scalp and between his unruly strands of soft white hair.

He has his first full night of sleep in years between your arms after his unfortunate meeting with Toji Fushiguro.

He cries himself to sleep while you try desperately to calm him down after his "break up" with Geto in front of the KFC in Shinjuku.

He calls you into his office on a random Thursday after a long debate over Okkotsu Yuta's fate with the higher-ups, expecting you to curl up with him on the couch for a quick power nap.

He teleports to you on the training field as you're keeping an eye on his students while sitting cross-legged in the grass. He sits down beside you, laying his head on your lap once again, relishing in the warmth and calmness provided by your body's close proximity.

You don't mind this adorable habit of his, because knowing that he's safe, sound asleep curled into your body provides you with just as much calmness as it does to him. Gojo Satoru deserves every moment of peace he can get and you will always grant him that, even if they only last as much as a little catnap.

#jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #jjk imagines #gojo imagine #gojo fluff #jjk x you #jjk x reader #gojou satoru x you #gojo satoru fluff #satoru gojo fluff #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #satoru x reader #satoru x you #gojo

[pigcowboys]

Hi I hope you're having a wonderful day <3

I was wondering if you could maybe do percy jackson with a daughter of nyx where they are basically the same person personality wise and have a lot of common interests ( sorry self indulging here🤭). They basically both kin each other lmao

THANK YOU <3

pairing: ꒰percy jackson x nyx! female! reader꒱⋆·˚

summary: general hcs for percy with a nyx! s/o

warning(s): mutual pining, nonsensical bickering, mentions of injuries & kisses

a/n: HIII OMG THIS REQUEST IS SO CUTE :)) i tried my best to do what you requested!! i hope you like it!!

request are closed!

literally off the bat i can see the two of you at each other's throats all the time.

you're just too alike there's no way there's not gonna be bickering man.

"i think we should use a different design."

"who put you in charge?"

"the voices in my head, actually"

"literally what."

i imagine percy kind of being put off by you when he'd first get to camp half-blood like

who are you.

i mean it isn't like he's TRYING to be mean, you're just so annoying sometimes yk.

then i feel like one night he'd sneak out of camp to go stargazing and find you near the shore in his spot.

lowkey annoyed by your presence at first but still proceeds to gaze with you silently. you'd strike up a conversation with him and it'd actually go a lot better than he expected it to go.

okay, maybe you're not that bad.

he'd start to approach you more at camp but like not for any reason at all yk. he just enjoys talking to you, i guess.

probably would be overjoyed when he finds out you have similar interests as him.

you two probably stay up all night talking about the most random stuff.

honestly, those talks are probably the moment when he realizes he..like likes you.

you're just chilling and talking about random shit and he laughs at one of your jokes and has to take a moment because he realized that you're honestly just the best person ever.

and then from that point on he's honestly kind of a mess.

you're so cool to him for some reason?? you'd just be living life and he'd probably just be in the background observing you with big ass heart eyes.

"is there something on my face, perce?"

"huh? uh no, what?"

he knows he likes you but just doesn't know how to say it?? i mean, do YOU even like him back..??

aghhhh it's honestly so draining to him.

he's not shy. just kind of stupid when it comes to feelings.

probably tried to "woo" you somehow by buying you ocean related stuff whenever you go out together.

played it off as him just having some change.

he is willing to go bankrupt for you.

i feel like one day he just got tired of dropping hits and just decided to go for it cause like, you've known each other for a minute.

he'd meet you at that star gazing spot and literally just spill all his feelings for you.

"don't say anything but what if i told you you're an amazing person and probably the coolest person i've ever met in my life and that i'm literally head over heels for you because you're smart and funny and pretty and you're just the best?"

"what?"

and you start dating!! woo!!

HES SO SWEET!!!

once you start dating he def gets a bit more of a confidence boost.

always boasting about the fact he's dating you like everyone else doesn't already now from the way he's always clinging to you.

and if you're not into physical touch no worries!! he's completely and totally fine with it!! probably asks permission to give you hugs and hold your hand.

beach dates.

you'd be that one sappy couple who interlocking hands and walks down the beach together UGHH

he would def be the type of guy to go to you after every quest so you can patch him up. do you even know how to patch him up?? probably not! can't he just use some ambrosia?? yes.

doesn't mean he won't stop.

"percy, what the fuck happened!?"

"what do you mean?? :)"

kind of scared of your mother but would never admit it to your face.

i feel like he'd make some kind of big plan to try and kiss you but it'd ultimately fail.

he'd pull up to you with some beautiful ass flowers with a big grin on his face.

would take you to some really secluded spot that he'd decorated with a bunch of different things and homemade food!! (sally helped him.)

things would be going good till it starts to rain.

not that it's a problem for him at all but it kills the freaking mood.

"i'm so sorry.."

"for what?"

"how this turned out, it was supposed to be this big and..romantic thing."

"it's okay, we can have other dates."

"no like..i wanted us to kiss."

"..."

"..."

"who says we can't right now..?"

"oh."

he's in heaven when you finally kiss for the first time!! you're literally so amazing like wtf he got so lucky.

from that point on you two are locked in for life.

he's everywhere you are, you're everywhere he is NO MATTER WHAT.

he's so in love.

#percy jackson fluff #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x you #x reader #x reader fluff #pjo x reader #pjo fluff #pjo headcanon #⋆·˚ #nyx reader

[mangywayway]

SOOOO, I have a small "fandom wank" that's bothering me and I want to talk about it. Considering the doddle I attached to it you can already image what is this about and I'll not be surprised if a lot of people may not agree but eh, il mondo è bello perché è vario quindi.

I also understand that I'm just "recently" came back to the Harringrove fandom but eh, you can still skip this rant and be on your way if you aren't interested about what I'm saying so

You know, I have seen a various post about "how Billy should be drawn" and "why people use this color instead of this etc" and honestly? WHO FUCKIN CARES.

Is Billy your OC? No, it's not. We can love him as much as we want but he'll never be, let's be honest. Have you commissioned an artist to draw him in a specific way? No? Is this about an AU that you created? No? Then mind your how fucking business jeez. Everyone has their own style, and not everyone wants to draw a character to be a copy of the actor who represents them. I see so many artists drawing characters in a way that's not a copy of the orig and they are still pretty recognisable, with their own strength and energy because of that. Mind you, there is absolutely nothing wrong in deciding to draw a character in a way that's more close to the original, but even taking that road there is no need to say, multiple times, that you don't agree/you don't understand why and how other people choose to draw said character.

Everyone has their own vision of a character, a lot of artists tend to put part of THEMSELVES (literally) in those drawings and that's why they may be different from the original and that's what it makes it beautiful. Also, with all the love, he doesn't exist. He's a fictional character. I can draw him with fuckin fluo hair just because I can/want and nobody is going to get hurt for that. Draw him younger, draw him older, draw him in a completely different setting and style, WHO FUCKIN CARES. Just let ppl have fucking fun, that's what fandoms are made for ✌🏻

(I know this may seems random but stuff like this really gets on my nerves and I really wanted to let this out. That's said, do what the fuck you want and let other people do what the fuck they want with their drawings. And writings too, because honestly this applies to both)

Peace and love 🫶🏻✨

#fandom wank #kinda #i just want to complain sorry not sorry #as said before you can image seeing the doodle I attached what this is about #*imagine #billy hargrove #mangywayway

[miniwheat77]

Enough. (Soap x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, cheating, arguing (let me know if I missed any.)

(Summary): After Soap gets cheated on, he learns who his real friends are.

(I’ve had this in my drafts for a while, hope you like it.)

You could see the pain in his eyes. The icy blue’s full of tears, but he wouldn’t dare let them fall. Never. He’d let her down again, the woman he thought he cared most about.

He’d been dating a woman named Nadia for almost 2 years. Sure, he’d spent a lot of that time deployed and on missions, but in the time he spent with her, he loved her. He loved being with her. She made him feel complete. But he couldn’t describe these feelings he had. Couldn’t figure it out. He felt dread weighing down on his chest like a brick wall. He felt the freezing cold air nipping at his skin as he sat in the helicopter. It was bringing the both of you back from a mission and he’d opened up to about Nadia.

You both had spent some time in Ukraine, around a month or so. He tried to play it off, tried to explain everything away. “She’s just been through a lot with me, I don’t blame the girl for being done.” He’d said. A sigh leaves your lips. “You said she asked for an open relationship?” You ask. Trying to confirm it. He nods his head. Heart clearly hurting. “Do you want advice from a coworker, or do you want advice from a friend?” You breathe. He looks down. “Which one is goin to be sugarcoated ah?” He laughs. “Coworker.” He snorts. “I’ll take advice from a friend then.” He breathes.

A sigh leaves your lips. “I don’t want to put stuff in your head. But.. when someone asks for an open relationship it’s usually because they’re interested in someone else, or already with someone else. Probably getting sloppy and not trying as hard to hide it. Have you noticed anything different about her?” You ask. He looks down, not liking the words coming out of your mouth. “Uh.. not really.” He says confused. “Any photos of you disappearing off walls? Text messages getting deleted? Weird contacts in her phone?” He looks down. Thinking. “Has she rejected you… sexually?”

“Uh.. yeah.”

“For how long?”

“About.. 6 months now. Anytime I see her she’s just…” he pauses, everything starts to sink in.

The random watch on their dresser, her “work” phone, him finding the toilet seat up.

You watch his eyes widen in realization.

“Shit Johnny…” you trail off. “I’m sorry.” He nods his head. “It’s alright.”

You and Johnny didn’t live far from each other, and would be getting dropped off in the same base to go home from there. But now, Johnny didn’t want to go home. But he knew he had to. When the both of you get off the helicopter, making your way to the parking lot with your bags in hand, you look at him. “Are you going to be okay?” You ask. “Sure, I’ll be fine.” He breathes. “We aren’t married or anything, it’s gonna be just fine.” He sends you a fake smile. “Gimme a hug Sergeant.” You wrap your arms around him. “Let me know if you need anything okay? I got your back.” He nods. “I appreciate it. Same for you.” You throw your bag into your car, turning it on and messing with the radio. Soap is the first to pull out, turning the opposite way of you. You worried about him, knowing this can’t be easy on him.

You pulled out of the parking lot, not ready for the twenty minute drive it’d take to get to your house. The time seemed to bore you, the only thing keeping your mind occupied was the music you had playing. You felt unsettled in your chest, worried about Johnny. He was your friend, your coworker. Of course you’d worry about him. When you pull into your driveway, you hurry inside. The cold weather was almost unbearable. The first thing you do is throw everything down right at the door, and make your way into your bathroom for a hot shower.

Soap pulls into his driveway, noticing a car had been parked behind his girlfriends, as the ground underneath it had been dry. A sigh leaves his lips, this was just proving his suspicions even further. He hoped you were wrong. That it was just a friend. He decides to leave the bag in his truck, he’d unload it later when this is over with. He climbs out, shutting the door behind himself and walking up to the house. Nadia is there, waiting for him. “Johnny.” She smiles. She hugs him but he doesn’t hug her back. “Is something wrong?” She asks confused. “Who is he?” He knows he can’t talk much, his voice will betray him, and break. “Who. Is. He.” He breathes out. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I made dinner-“

“Nadia, I know you’re cheating on me.”

She goes quiet, eyes filling with tears. “Johnny he meant nothing to me okay? I-I” he feels his heart shatter right there in his chest. His worst nightmare coming true, his whole world falls apart right in the palms of his hands.

He has no choice but to watch it crumble, with nothing he can do to fix it. “Who?”

“Someone from work.” Johnny closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. “How long?”

She’s quiet again. “Nadia how long.”

“6 months after we started dating.”

Right there. His whole relationship has been nothing but bullshit. “I’m going to leave for the night, Nadia. Want you and everything you own gone. One week.”

“Johnny you can’t do this!” She jumps to stop him as he turned to leave. “No!” His voice booms and she flinches. “I didn’t do this. YOU did this. One week.” He rips open the door, slamming it behind himself. His tires spin out as he pulls out of the driveway. He can’t lie, tears fall freely from his eyes as he drives anywhere but there.

You’re looking through your cupboards, wondering what to eat. You’d gotten rid of everything perishable for your mission with Johnny, meaning you had only box and canned food items. You’re tapping your chin, digging through the cupboards when there’s a knock at your door. You slide off of the countertop, making your way for the door. Surprised when you open it and Soap is standing there. “Johnny? What’s going on?” He laughs, looking down. His nose is red, eyes are bloodshot. “Ya said to let you know if I need anything.” His voice is shaky. “And uh… I need a friend.” He breathes. “Come in.” You usher him inside. “What happened?” You ask. “She uh..” his lip quivers but he turns his head away so that you can’t see it. “I confronted her and she admitted to it, she’s been seeing someone else for most of our relationship.” He nods his head. “Jesus Christ.. I’m so sorry Johnny.” He nods his head, trying to keep himself together. But he can’t. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in for a tight hug. You hated seeing him like this. It made you want to drive over there and punch Nadia right in her stupid face. Johnny was a good man. Kind, gentle, funny. He talked so highly of her. Even planned to ask her to marry him soon. His body shook as you hugged him. “It’s okay Johnny. You don’t have to hide your feelings from me. Let it out.”

“I’m okay. I’ll be fine.” He was meant to reassure you, but really he was reassuring himself. “Do you have clothes to change into?” You ask as he pulls away. “Uh.. yeah.” He shakes. “Go upstairs and take a shower okay? I’ll wash the clothes you’ve got on.” He nods his head. “Thank you Y/N.” He breathes. “You’re a good friend.” You send him a small empathetic smile. “It’s going to be okay Johnny. You have to find someone worth your time.” He nods his head. “I’ll be alright. I’ve got to go grab my bag.” He sighs. You nod your head. He disappears for a minute. He’s brought Nadia over for dinner once before, so he knows where your bathroom is. You decide to order takeout for the both of you while he showers. When he comes back down, he’s got no shirt on. Just sweatpants. You have to draw your eyes away from him. He sits down on the chair across from your couch. “I got takeout. Hope you like Chinese.” He smiles. “Thank you Y/N.” He breathes. “You can stay as long as you need Johnny. You’re always welcome here, don’t forget that.” He nods his head. “Thank you Y/N. You’re a great friend.” He breathes. You smile.

For the next couple hours, the both of you talk about your missions, everything that happened on them. You’re up until ungodly hours of the morning just talking. He takes your guest room and when you finally go to sleep, the sun is peaking through the curtains. Soap loves being around you, you make it easier on him.

After about a week staying with you, he’s ready to confront this. “Hey. Will you go with me to make sure Nadia left my house?” He asks you. “Yeah sure.” He smiles. “I appreciate you so much. I’m sorry I’m making you do all of this.” He sighs. “Johnny, it’s no problem. I really don’t mind so relax.” You smile. “She’s got a track record of accusing me of things I didn’t do so I need a witness,” he breathes. You nod your head, going to get into his car. You can see that he’s tense, so you keep cracking jokes and talking to him to bring him down. His anxiousness is easily readable. When you arrive, he sighs. Her car is still out front. She was supposed to be gone by yesterday. You open the car door, stepping out onto the asphalt. You follow behind Soap, he walks up to the door and tries to use his key to unlock it, but it doesn’t unlock it.

“Fucking hell. She changed the fucking locks.” He growls. “You make the payment, bust a window or something.” You say. “Nah.” He pushes you back, raising his foot and kicking the door until it busts open, hitting the wall and shaking violently. You jump a little bit at how angry he has become. “What the hell!” You hear a woman cry. You are inside behind Soap. “Get your shit and get out.” He growls. “Fuck you John. I’m not moving. This is my house too.” He laughs, a bitter laugh. “Alright, easy enough. Since it’s your house too, you can start making the payments on it.” She’s clearly pissed off too. “I’ll pack my shit, you can buy another lock for that too.” She glares at you. “What is she doing here?” She growls. You smile at her, stepping toward her, your nose only a few centimeters from hers. “I’m here to keep you in line.” You smirk. Johnny smiles, turning his head to walk back into his bedroom. You step away from her, following him back. She follows close behind you. He picks up a duffle bag, digging through the drawers, packing up everything he can think of. “This is so ridiculous. I asked for an open relationship.” She crosses her arms, pouting like a toddler. “You only asked for an open relationship because you were already screwing someone else.” Soap shakes his head. You lean against the door.

“Are you staying with her?” She seethes. “Yes. I am.”

“I’m not okay with that.”

“Okay? We aren’t together so I’ll do as I please.”

“I always knew she’d come between us.”

Soap pauses, looking at her. “She isn’t what did this. You did this. You’re a cheating slut, and it’s your fault.” He shakes his head, lifting his bag up. He’d gathered everything of his by now. What little amount of clothes he had, things out of his bathroom, the rest she could have. He didn’t give a shit. He’s digging through his nightstand, and you’re still where you were with your arms crossed. “Johnny, please don’t leave.” She cries. He shakes his head. “John!” She cries, latching onto his arm. “You can’t leave me for her.”

“She’s my coworker. And I do mean my actual coworker. I’ve never even looked at her in a sexual way. Because that’s how you’re supposed to treat coworkers. Not go behind your boyfriends back and fuck them.” He pulls his arm from her. “Let’s go Y/N.” He groans, moving past you. You follow behind him, a vase shattering over your head has you bending down, hands on the back of your head. You’re stunned for a moment, feeling wetness on your hands. “Are you fucking crazy?!” Soap shouts at her. “I.. I’m sorry- I-“ She’s trying to explain herself. Soap pulls you into the kitchen. Digging around for a first aid kit. “Don’t Soap, let’s just go.” You groan. He nods his hand, passing you a clean dish towel to hold against it. Nadia follows the both of you outside, “John! You can’t leave me like this! I’m pregnant!” He pauses. “We haven’t had sex in over a year. If you’re pregnant, it’s not mine. He looks over the bed of his truck. He’s completely shocked when you swing at her, fist colliding with her nose, sending her back. She lands on her backside, blood spilling from her nose. “That’s for hitting me with a vase, you crazy bitch.” You mumble, opening the door and climbing into the passenger seat. He climbs into the drivers side, driving away. You shake the hand you’d just hit her with and Soap laughs.

The ride back to your house was quiet. You figured Johnny probably didn’t want to talk anymore than he had to. He’d definitely have to patch you up for that.

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A couple weeks after everything happened, Johnny realized he didn’t have feelings for Nadia like he thought he did. Being without her, not being tied down. It was almost nice. Not having to check his phone every two seconds to respond or she’d get pissed off. Not having to hear her screaming or crying when they weren’t getting along. It was nice. He just didn’t realize how little feelings he had left for her after everything else. You told Johnny to stay for as long as he needed, and you’d even started clearing out the guest room for him to stay in. He was nice to have around. For the most part you didn’t know he was there. He cleaned up his messes, he helped contribute to the supplies in your house, offered to help pay the bills. Of course you wouldn’t let him. But him offering made you feel better. Johnny knew a different version of you than he thought. He seen the walls built up, the thick skinned version of you in the military. But outside of it, you were fun. Went out clubbing with your friends, all kinds of stuff. It started out as fun. Johnny would give you tips on the outfits you wore. Usually tight dresses. Which was a drastic difference from the uniform he was used to you wearing.

Johnny liked being alone in your house at first, but eventually it started to feel different. He didn’t like that you’d rather go out clubbing, probably finding random men to hook up with when he was here. He could keep you company, not them. It took Johnny a couple months of it to realize what was going on. He was starting to grow feelings for you. He kicked himself for it. This went on for a while. Johnny would admire you from afar, and you’d be completely oblivious. Johnny was sitting impatiently on your couch. You were meant to be going out tonight and the thought of you meeting another man ate him up on the inside. But to his surprise, you come down the stairs wearing pajamas. “Thought you were going out?” He asks confused. You laugh, “I’m tired of going out. Those girls have dragged me out more these last couple months than ever.” You smile. “What exactly do you do? Just dance around and drink all night?” He asks. “Um.. kinda. I usually hide in a booth in the back and let them buy me drinks.” You laugh. “Sounds boring.” He laughs. “It is boring.” You sit down next to him on the couch. “Here I was, thinking you were having the time of your life, random hookups, dancing.” He laughs. “Oh god no.” You scrunch your face up. “Johnny have you met me? I’m no man-eater.” You laugh. “What?” He looks confused. “What, you jealous or something?” You joke. But he goes quiet. You turn your head to look at him. “Uh.. here is where you fire back? I’m just screwing with you.” You laugh.

He laughs it off, trying his best to hide how he’s feeling. “How are you Johnny?” You ask. “Oh, I’m great. You know.. my roomate goes out partying and wakes me up at ungodly hours of the night, you know. Awesome.” He laughs. “You can sleep in my bed when I’m not here.” You roll your eyes. “No, I’m not going to do that.”

“Than don’t complain when I wake you up.” You smile. He rolls his eyes. “Whatever.” Your smile falters. “What’s going on Johnny?” He shakes his head. “Nothing. I just.. hate you going out.” You tilt your head, “Johnny. You’re not my boyfriend. I can go out whenever I want. Maybe you should try going out every once in a while. You wouldn’t be so uptight.” you roll your eyes. He laughs bitterly. “Not my fault you have a problem.” He shrugs, you stand up. “What problem do I have hm?”

“Clearly a drinking problem.” You snort. “Oh yeah, because my house is just littered with booze. Right? Oh wait.” You go to walk away. “Don’t know what your problem is Johnny, but you need to fix it. Go get laid or something, asshole.” You mumble, walking away. Johnny gripping your wrist tightly and slamming you into a wall has a gasp leaving your lips. “-the hell MacTavish.” You growl, trying to push him off. He’s so much stronger than you, he doesn’t even budge. He presses his hips into yours and you freeze. “I think you’re right, I do need to get laid. But why would I go out when you’re already here, hm?” His breath is hot on your ear and your cheeks burn. “J-“ a gasp leaves your lips, cutting you off when he lets go for just a second to push your baggy shirt up over your hips. Pushing his hand down your panties. Fingertips brushing over your smooth opening. “Johnny-“ you gasp. “Fuck.. so fucking pretty.” He growls. He’s rubbing circles into your clit, his calloused hands on you causing your heart to thump in your chest. A gasp leaves your lips, when he slides a finger into your opening, body moving up as he pumps it into you. “Thas’ right pretty girl, moan for me.” He attacks your neck with his lips, sucking bruises into your skin. You’re moaning out, pushing your hips forward and moaning out when he adds a second finger. Your eyes are screwed shut and you’re trying to force back to cries that want to leave your lips.

When his lips are finally on yours, he’s needy. Tongue forcing it’s way into your mouth and he’s moaning into the kiss, grinding himself into your thigh. The friction not giving him what he so desperately wants. He draws his hand back, lips still on yours as he lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, arms moving to wrap around his neck as you kiss him fervently. He moves with you, going up the stairs and pushing your bedroom door open, laying you down on the bed. He doesn’t even waste any time by taking his clothes off. Pulling your panties to the side, not bothering to undo his belt or the button on his jeans. Unzipping them and freeing his cock through the hole. He stops for just a second, eyes meeting with yours as he sinks himself right inside of you, a gasp leaving your lips as he fills you to the hilt. Not even another second later, he’s hammering his hips into you. Your bed slamming into the wall with each of his hard thrusts. You’re moaning out, barely keeping yourself together as he fucks himself into you.

“Oh fuck Johnny!” A gasp leaves your lips when his fingers work their way against your sensitive nub. “So fucking tight.” He growls. Leaning down and attacking your neck with his lips and teeth. You can’t keep back the moans anymore, they’re leaving your lips in strings, panting and crying out when he brushes over your spongy spot. He stops for just a second, propping himself up and spitting on the base of his cock. Thrusting back into you, easier with the wetness of his saliva. He tilts his head back, a moan leaving his lips as he finally takes a second to pull his shirt off. Pushing your baggy shirt up over your hips. He pulls it over your head, moaning out at the sight of your exposed chest. “So fucking beautiful. Been waiting months for this.” He growls. Attaching his lips to your nipple. Feeling you moan out and clench down around him. “Oh fuck.” He groans. Johnny spaces out a little more than he should, but he has to think about literally anything else so that he doesn’t cum too fast. But he can’t. The scratching of your nails on his back, your whimpers and cries. It’s too much. “Fuck-“ he grits his teeth. “Going to make me cum so fast, like a pathetic teenager.” He laughs. You try to laugh but it’s hard as he hammers his hips into yours. “We can switch p- ah!” You whimper when he thrusts right into your spongy spot. “Don’t think we’ll need it sweetheart, can feel you clenching around me already.” He smirks. He steadies his thrusts, slowing them and gripping you tight. A cry leaves your lips and he can see how tense you are as he pushes you closer to your high. Pants leave your lips and cries are following. He’s got a steady pace, cock sliding perfectly into every sensitive part on you. “Clenching so tight around me baby.” He grits his teeth, the muscles in his neck clenching up. “Come with me, cum on my cock. Give yourself to me.” He’s holding off, but his dick is twitching. He’s right on the edge.

A mewl leaves your lips and it’s music to his ears. Your pussy clenching down around him, milking his cock. A groan leaves his lips, followed by a string of curses as he reaches his orgasm. Your pussy tightening down, cries falling from your own lips as you hit your own high, milking his cock with each pulse he feels from you. When the both of you are fucked out and sensitive, he slides out of you. Laying down next to you. “Oh fuck.” He groans. A few minutes of silence is broken by him. “I’m sorry if I pushed you too hard.” He breathes. You laugh. “Don’t be. I liked it. Just caught me a little off guard.” You smile. He pulls you into him. You rest your head on his bare chest. “You could’ve told me sooner, you know.” You laugh. “Yeah well. Not exactly a good conversation starter.” He laughs. You roll your eyes.

“I like you a lot Y/N.” He breathes. “You’re not using me as a rebound are you?” You narrow your eyes at him. “No.” He rolls his eyes. “Been thinking about you since the day we came back. Our last mission together and stuff. Thinking about it too much.” He laughs. “Clearly.” You give him a slight shove. He laughs. “Give me a chance. You’re not a rebound.”

“Fine.” You laugh.

You lift yourself up, straddling his hips. He smirks. Leaning up to kiss you. Smiling when you’re tugging your panties to the side to line himself up with your entrance again, moaning into your lips when you sink down onto him again.

“Gonna be the death of me sweetheart.”

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[seabirdtxt]

Hey, back at it with a request. I wanted to dump you with requests, but I also know that it takes you a bit to write, and I didn't want to overwhelm you ^^"""

Honestly though, with the requests I have in mind, I have a feeling they're going to become a spinoff series called "In which the Puppets learn the Creator is really, really bizarre."

With that said, this request will consist of some habits I have, and how our puppet boys would react to them! That being: reader is a night owl magpie who likes to collect a number of things. Whatever sparks their fancy, they hoard (It's why the Traveller has such a hoarding problem in the first place).

They collect some semi-formal things, like flowers and different plants, and like shiny rocks (Reader is familiar with the Language of Flowers, and I can fully see them and Kabukimono spending hours going over them. With Scara, Reader finds a piece of Rose Quartz in the shape of a heart and gives it to him, saying "You said you wanted a heart, right? Here you go! I know it isn't a real heart, but that's okay: because you already have a real one!")

But then they have the weird stuff they collect, like bones -and teeth -and scales - and bugs (Scara or Wanderer: "Why do you have this?" Reader, holding up the carcass of a beetle: "I just think they're neat!")

Or the worse part: literal trash. I'm talking broken pieces of glass and random metal parts, and like old candy wrappers that they've been keeping. (Again: Scara or Wanderer: "Get rid of this." Reader: "But it has sentimental value-!!!" S or W: "IT IS LITERALLY TRASH!!!")

But yes. Reader is a hoarder of many things.

i love this LOL i also hoard some pretty random things so like 🤝

(Might not have touched on all the same points as your ask bc i tried to keep it in-universe, but i tried to hit the major themes of each!)

WC. 1.5k

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Flowers and Gems: Kabukimono

This collection is one of your gentler ones, and you take care to replenish it often with new blooms and interesting stones you pick up along your way. There is so much more novelty to collect here than back on earth, after all!

Kabukimono is fascinated by the variety of it, begging to be taken along with you the next time you venture out into the world to add more to your stash, and maybe take inspiration to start a collection of his own! It takes a bit of convincing, but you eventually relent and allow him to accompany you.

He follows you with wide eyes and an awed grin, asking you all about the various plants that the pair of you come across. You try to remember them as best as you can, reciting what you remember from the ingame tooltips.

“Wow! What’s this one?” Kabukimono asks, bounding up to a reddish pink bush. He delicately plucks one of the flowers, showing it to you proudly.

“That’s a silk flower!” You tell him, smiling as you take the flower from his hand. He only smiles and picks himself another one. “The people in Liyue can process them and make them into a very fine fabric!”

Kabukimono nods in understanding. “That makes sense! I know lots of kimono makers back home often talk about the quality of fabric from Liyue.”

“Fun fact,” you add, “back in my world, silk is such a sturdy material that it can resist piercing damage, to a certain extent! But it is very weak to slashing, or cutting damage.”

“That’s so interesting!” Kabukimono’s eyes go wider at the information. “I wonder if that's true of the silk from this world, too!”

“We probably shouldn’t, y’know… test it or anything,” you interrupt him before he lets his curiosity get the better of him. “We can probably ask a seamstress about it later.”

“Ohhh, good thinking.” Kabukimono agrees. He pockets his flower and looks around the area, scouting for the next object to collect. “Hey, do you have an electro crystal, yet? I heard you can only mine them using pyro!”

You let Kabukimono lead you to your next destination, already planning to press the new flower for your collection. Distantly, you wonder how the two of you are going to get an electro crystal, considering neither of you have pyro visions.

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Beetles and Bones: Wanderer

“I went back to Springvale to ask if those hunters still had some of those ancient boar bones,” is what you say, offering a sheepish grin to Wanderer, who stares down at you with his arms crossed. In all honesty, you probably deserve the scrutiny for having somehow escaped his supervision for several hours.

“Did you at least get the, uh,,” Wanderer gestures at the cloth bag you’re holding in your arms. “Special bones you were looking for?”

“Yeah!” You exclaim, shaking the bag excitedly. It makes a rattling noise as you move. “Do you want to see them?”

You don’t wait to hear the answer, instead leading the way to your room, where part of your collection resides. You hear Wanderer step in and close the door behind you, waiting in curious silence as you carefully put your bag on your bed, pulling open the drawstring with reverence.

One by one, you bring out the intact bones the hunters were able to unearth from you. You brush off some of the remaining dust, then you begin laying them out on your bed in their approximate positions.

“That’s your special ancient boar?” Wanderer asks, sidling up to you and looking at the bones with you.

“Yes!” You finally place the jawless skull at the top of the unfinished skeleton, putting your hands on your hips with satisfaction. “I found it during a quest when I was still guiding the Traveler. I knew I had to have it in my collection when I got here!”

“Fair enough,” Wanderer nods. “Can I see the rest of your stuff?”

You are more than eager to show off the cool stuff you’ve been hoarding since your arrival in Teyvat, from smaller animal bones, to surprisingly intact shed lizard skins and molted duskbird feathers, and even some hollow onikabuto shells.

Wanderer picks up each one with care, mindful of your enthusiasm for your strange collection. He turns each object over slowly, inspecting them as you’re explaining the particularities of your collection.

“Hey, do you mind if I borrow some of these?” Wanderer eventually asks, as you’re nearing the end of your impromptu lecture. “I’ve got this Amurta elective that I haven’t started my project for, and some of these are interesting enough. I could probably write something about them.”

Your sudden silence is worrying, and he’s quick to backpedal in case he’d offended you in some way.

“Or, forget it, I mean-” he turns and pretends to scratch his nose to hide the dumb expression he knows he must be making. “I know this is all probably hard to get, so if you don’t want to risk it getting broken or stolen…”

“I would love to share it with you!!” Your sudden shout scares him out of his foul mood, and he looks at you in bemusement. Your eyes are wide and shiny, matching the stupid grin that settles on your face. Just as he’s about to reply, you leap up and scramble for one of the unopened drawers.

You proudly present a wooden box, and when you open it Wanderer can see the interior is padded and separated with thin wooden strips, creating protected compartments just big enough to fit some of the larger items in your collection.

“You’ve got to take extra good care of this stuff, okay?” You instruct him, and you help him pack the items he’d chosen into your carrying case. “I mean, I can probably find some of this stuff again, but the more delicate things are harder to come by. Promise you’ll be careful?”

He looks up at you, closing the lid of the box slowly and fastening it shut. “Yeah, I promise,” he says, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

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Literal Garbage: Scaramouche

“You’re throwing this shit out, right?”

The noise you make, of absolute disgust and denial, is enough to make Scaramouche second guess his own words for a moment. He recovers faster than you’d give him credit for, picking up the broken clay jar and the dull shard of a broken sword. He holds up both in front of you, an accusing glare pinning you.

“Does this look like normal stuff to collect, to you?” he demands, tossing both back into the bin where he’d found them, retrieving a foil candy wrapper and a graphite pencil with no nib. Again, he discards both items with a noise of exasperation. “None of this stuff has any use! It’s all just garbage! Where do you even find this?!”

“Like,” you say, shuffling closer to your collection bin and putting the cover back on it slowly. “On the ground and stuff? I don’t know what you’re expecting.”

Scaramouche pinches the bridge of his nose with a loud sigh, but doesn’t make any move to reopen the bin. “You’re seriously testing my patience, here. Why are you collecting all this garbage? Can’t you collect something less… bizarre? Like seashells, or something.”

“I have some of those, too!”

“Not the point, here!”

You look down where your hands are pressing down on the lid of the bin, then back up at Scaramouche with a bit of a pout.

“Are you really making me throw it all out?” You ask, pitifully. He takes one look at you and grumbles with displeasure.

“That’s not what I said,” he rolls his eyes, crossing his arms as he looks down his nose at you. “You want to waste your time picking up other people’s trash and pretending it has meaning to you? Fine, be my guest. But don’t come crying to me when you realize you’re stuck with a container full of useless junk that nobody wanted anymore.”

“Sometimes, even the things that people feel have no practical use can be worth a lot to someone else,” you tell him. “Things don’t have to be worth anything to be wanted.”

Scaramouche chews on your words for a moment, then shrugs. “Sure, whatever you say, I guess.”

He doesn’t seem to be leaving anytime soon, so you tentatively open the bin and reach inside, fishing around until your fingertips grasp what you’re looking for.

“Are you sure you don’t recognize this one?” You ask, holding up the candy wrapper so he can see it. He scrunches up his nose at the offending item.

“Am I supposed to?”

“It’s from that festival in Inazuma,” you smile, bringing the wrapper to yourself gently. “The one you guys took me to when you found out I hadn’t been to one before.”

Scaramouche looks at it closer, out of the corner of his eye. He lets his shoulders slump and shakes his head with a huff.

“Whatever,” he says. “The rest of it is garbage, though.”

You put the wrapper away with a cheeky grin.

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[starbylers]

Mike’s lack of personal journey in a Mlvn reading of the show: why so many people complain about Mike’s character

Something just occurred to me…I actually would challenge any Mlvn to tell me about a character motivation/internal conflict of Mike’s that does not revolve around El. What struggles does Mike as a person deal with throughout the series? When trying to build an effective, realistic, well-rounded character you can’t have their biggest fear be ‘loosing this particular person’ as Mlvns love to claim is Mike’s. As a writer you have to understand your character’s deepest desires and what drives them at their core, they cannot be purely motivated by an external force. A character such as that will feel hollow, boring and difficult to connect with. This is basic character development stuff.

Examples (simplified to get the point across):

For the whole show, El struggles with finding her place in a world where she feels fundamentally different

For most of the show, Will struggles with his sexuality and feeling like a ‘mistake’

Dustin in s2 deals with his self-esteem and understanding that he is good enough even if he doesn’t have a girl’s approval

Lucas in s4 wrestles with a desire to be popular and to ‘fit in’ which we see him overcome

Max in s4 deals with depression and the process of wishing to no longer be here to realising she actually wants to live

But…what about Mike? A brief Mlvn interpretation of everything he does through the show and why he does it:

S1: he saves and looks after El because he fell in love with her. He also looks for his friend Will.

S2: he is heartbroken because El is not with him anymore, and then madly in love again once she’s back.

S3: he has ups and downs with El because teen relationships are just like that, and then they get back together because they’re truly in love. He’s also too in love with his girlfriend to care about his old interests.

S4: he fights with El because all couples fight, and then rescues her from Nina while taking friendly advice from Will. Finally he confesses his love, which he didn’t do before because he’s terrified to lose her oh and he’s not good at feelings (but they won’t digger any deeper into that last one 🤐).

Like…yeah they acknowledge Mike also helps with the supernatural stuff, he’s smart and observant. He generally takes charge of the group and looks out for his friends, and (at least in earlier seasons) he’s the leader. But those are character traits. Everyone has them. (Max is sarcastic and kinda scary when she needs to be, Dustin can be cocky but is highly intelligent, Lucas is very headstrong and follows his own judgement, Will is sensitive and empathetic). I’m talking about character conflicts/journeys. Can they tell us what journey Mike has gone on as his own person???

And this, this is why lots and lots of people complain that Mike’s character revolves around El (especially since they started dating). This is why people say Mike is the Duffer’s self-insert and is just meant to be a blank slate relatable character. This is why Mlvns characterise him as El’s obsessed loser boyfriend. Because if you view the show through a Mlvn lens then yeah, Mike looks utterly two-dimensional with no drive other than screeching El El El when she’s in danger (sorry it had to be said).

The problem is when you try to dig into what Mike’s deeper motivations could possibly be, it gets very bad for Mlvn very fast:

‘Mike is scared to lose El because he’s worried she won’t need him’

Let’s detach El from that and figure out the root of this problem, what is really going on with Mike here (we already know but just for the sake of my point), because he is a character in his own right and this was a large focus of his story last season.

What do we know? Mike expressed feelings of worthlessness (‘I’m just some random nerd...’) and feelings of inferiority (…‘who got lucky superman landed on his doorstep’) in his relationship. He acknowledges that his and El’s relationship was fundamentally built on her just needing someone. Also, throughout the series we see Mike has a strong desire to help and serve and save those close to him, it’s who he is.

Mike is so clearly driven by a need to feel needed and fears being an unimportant nobody. He doesn’t think he’s special or useful next to El and it hurts him, his self-esteem is very, very low. But Mlvns never acknowledge that, because that would require admitting that a) Will’s words in the van showed he recognises & loves the Mike as the brave and inspiring leader he wants to be, and in doing so soothed Mike’s personal insecurities (because those do exist, and the talk wasn’t just ‘relationship advice’) and b) Mlvn’s relationship makes Mike feel shitty.

Another example:

Common Mlvn interpretation: ‘Mike was spending all his time with El in s3 because he’s in love with her and he is growing out of childish games’

What do we know? (1) Mike didn’t truly loose interest in DnD, he just neglected his interests when he got into a relationship, super healthy (2) He tries to act cool around El (‘Sorry that made me sound like a 7 year old’ / feigning disinterest in Dustin’s inventions) (3) When arguing with Will, Mike frames him getting a girlfriend as being the inevitable progression of life, the opposing choice from ‘sitting in his basement playing games’…but then he joins Hellfire in s4…as soon as El leaves. He didn’t truly believe anything he was saying to Will, he just can’t juggle being himself and having a gf simultaneously 😬.

Mike’s internal conflict here is clearly feeling like he has to grow up, and has to suppress his true identity in the name of achieving that. (And this continues somewhat into s4 with the fake, not-at-all-his-style Cali outfit in El’s fav colours). But again, understanding that requires understanding that Mlvn as a couple is not a safe space for Mike to be himself, and what Mlvns characterise as a normal teenage ups and downs is actually indicative of an unhealthy relationship.

Basically what I’m saying is it makes so, so much sense why Mike is one of the most disliked characters among the GA (aside from like the actual villains) and why he always ends up on those stupid lists. People are sick of him existing just to be El’s love interest. And that is not true in the slightest, but when you aren’t looking deeper than Mlvn…yeah it does look pretty bad, and I understand where they’re coming from. And as much as we say El is the one who Mlvns are obsessed with making everything about her boyfriend, the real victim of this treatment from them is Mike. Even his heart-to-hearts with Will are actually Mike thinking about El, apparently.

This is another reason why I’m so sure about Byler because Mike is essentially the original main character (aside from El I guess). I’m sorry but there’s no way he is the only one the writers managed to mess up this badly when they are capable of adding deeper personal development to characters who are much less central to the story. Even Finn himself said we’ve not been as personal with Mike recently but s5 will remedy that and people will be happy with his journey. The day Mlvns and GA are forced to look deeper at Mike’s personal internal conflict outside of how it relates to El is the day I will know peace 🙏🏽

#byler #anti mileven #wow this got incredibly long congrats if you make it to the end

[moonjxsung]

Snowed In

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x fem reader

W/c: 7.9k

Warnings: forced proximity, mention of smoking, mention of cheating, unprotected sex, oral receiving, fingering, crying during sex, both characters are kinda toxic lol

Synopsis: a snowstorm traps you inside with none other than your perplexing ex-boyfriend Hyunjin, leaving the two of you to contemplate the relationship you once had.

•

“There’s more tape in the closet by the stairs,” you say to Hyunjin.

He’s already packed three boxes of his stuff- old paraphernalia from the days you were still together. Days which now remained a mystery to you- how did you ever tolerate each other long enough to fall this deep? Having him back like this, it’s clear to you why things ended the way they did. He’s as obstinate as they come- never willing to bend for you or anyone but himself. Your tides crash against his unmoving shore, dissipating whatever love had once existed into thin lines of regret and indignation.

What was once the love of your life, now reduced to nothing more but this- a stranger in your home, memories of the role he once played neatly stacked into cardboard boxes and sealed away for the next victim of his antics. Sometimes it felt he was never meant to be more than this- more than a fleeting, breaking thing, quick to dissolve at your fingertips and free himself of your hold.

“Can you move any faster than this? I have somewhere to be tonight.” Your voice is laced with rancor, and Hyunjin rolls his eyes at the familiarity of it all.

“As if you ever cared about being late anywhere. You couldn’t even show up to our first date on time.”

You squint your eyes at him through the mirror in front of you. He’s so loathsome when he wants to be- anyone who knows him remembers the way he begged you to go on a date with him, for months, only to be rejected time and time again. When you finally did agree to go on a date with him, there was an ultimatum involved- go out for dinner or he’d keep the wallet you “dropped” in the parking lot. One that he so conveniently found- one that he snagged from atop your work desk.

Hyunjin was calculated from the moment he saw you- quick to make your friends his, finding a place within your social circle and gaining approval from those closest to you. He frequented your favorite coffee shops, kept up with your social media, and even took an interest in all your favorite hobbies. While your friends downed shots of whiskey and picked up random men at bars, Hyunjin stayed close to you, grazing his fingertips against your skin and whispering compliments in your ear at every chance he got.

It didn’t take long before you were wrapped around his finger- exactly the way he’d planned for it to be. You quickly became the first to invite him to dive bars on Friday nights, the first to text him song recommendations and new coffee recipes, even first to make subtle advances so that you could feel his skin against your touch.

A graze of his hand against your cheek was all it took one October night, before you gave yourself away to him completely. Like giddy schoolchildren, his hand in yours, running about the street to his place, where he fucked you three times in a row. He was patient and forgiving with his kisses, but he fucked you like he might lose you. He lit a joint beside you as you came down from your third orgasm. You thought you might be in love.

“You’ll have to help me carry all this down to the car,” Hyunjin interrupts your thoughts. You pause applying your eyeliner to glance at him through the mirror again.

“You couldn’t have asked earlier?” You cap the eyeliner shut, slamming it down on the console table and turning around to face him with a vexed expression.

Hyunjin’s beautiful- he’s always been beautiful. One of the things that angered you the most about him. The whole world, with your beautiful boy at their disposal, to do whatever they pleased with him. It never took much either- he could raise his hand in a diner and have a flock of men and women within his radius, ready to do whatever, whenever. He looks elegant in a crimson cardigan, one button undone below his jutting clavicles, tucked neatly into a slim pair of black trousers. A silver watch around his wrist glints under a beam of light as he looks down at the disarray of boxes.

“Eleven boxes,” he says teasingly. “So you can take 6 and I’ll take 5.”

You scoff in response. “That’s not happening. Take the first one to the car and I’ll meet you down with my half.”

You turn around again to finish your makeup, when a loud buzzing sound interrupts the two of you. The intercom buzzes once, and then twice, and you’re quick to make your way to answer before Hyunjin can.

“Hello?” You speak softly, holding the button and cupping the box to prevent Hyunjin from listening. A futile effort, as he’s already listening closely from beside you.

“Hello ma’am, this is management. We wanted to inform you of a weather advisory for the remainder of the evening. All tenants are advised to stay indoors while the snow storm passes through tonight. Please shelter in place immediately and do not plan to operate your vehicle until at least tomorrow morning-”

“Tomorrow morning?” You interrupt. “No, no, my guest was just heading down. Could you- is there somebody who can help with a few boxes?”

“I’m sorry,” the voice says. “But no one is allowed to operate their vehicles off the property right now unless it’s an emergency. We have been ordered by the county.”

“It is an emergency,” you say quickly, eyes flickering over Hyunjin’s smug expression from beside you.

“What is the emergency?” The voice queries, and Hyunjin practically pushes you aside to speak into the box on his own.

“The emergency,” he says, “is that she’s so prideful she can’t provide shelter to a friend for one night.”

The voice on the other end goes quiet, and you pinch the bridge of your noise in annoyance. With a deep sigh, you motion Hyunjin aside and take over the intercom once again. “Nevermind, sir. We will stay inside. Thank you.”

A small click indicates his departure, and you spin around on your heel to face Hyunjin again, this time infuriated with him.

“Seriously? You couldn’t have lied or something?”

“What did you want me to say? That I’m having a baby? There’s a fire in here? You heard him, I can’t drive on these roads. I know you hate me, but that’s low even coming from you.”

Your makeup items are quickly stuffed back into your bag as you avoid eye contact with him, thoughts rushing through your head as you realize he may have to stay here for a few hours. You catch a glimpse of the window as you consolidate your products, noting the way the city lights are now blurred by frost on the windows. The falling snow isn’t visible from in here, but a growing chill around you confirms that management is correct.

“I’ll be in my room for the night. The lock isn’t working, so knock if you need something. And don’t touch anything.”

He holds his hands up like he’s guilty of something- and he might be, accidentally intruding in your space like this, tainting the atmosphere with his uncompromising jokes and mulish expression. But he lived here once too- drank coffee in the same kitchen you now call yours, fixed the shitty space heater when it broke, and fucked you on your mattress like it was an extension of you. Intruding was hardly the word when traces of him lined the walls- and bedsheets, still.

“Okay,” he says with a mocking tone, and he slumps over on the sofa like he owns it now.

*

2 hours pass, and the situation feels like something out of a horror movie- only the antagonist is a shitty ex boyfriend, and the movie has been left on pause. Hyunjin doesn’t disturb you, and you don’t disturb him. The apartment is quiet, maybe too quiet, but as you wake from your evening slumber, a sound in the kitchen reaffirms this was not just a nightmare.

“What are you doing? I told you not to touch anything.”

He turns around momentarily, drawing his attention back to the stove he towers over. “I was making us coffee. Unless you don’t want any.”

A deep swallow in your throat. Your pride is replaced with reluctance, taking a step toward him and finding a seat on the bar stool. “Sure. Thanks.”

When he’s finished, he places the speckled mug in front of you, sauntering over to the couch and spreading across it like he’s going to sleep. But he doesn’t, instead he runs two hands through his hair, licking his lips and smiling mischievously.

“I was supposed to be at an art show tonight.”

You say nothing.

“They’re displaying that one I painted when we were still together- you know, with the lilies?” He sits up to look at you. “Remember?”

“Yes, I remember. The one you fought with me about.”

He laughs, and your face involuntarily reacts with a smile at the sound. His eyes form little crescents as his head rolls back, melodic giggles leaving his parted lips. Hyunjin’s laugh was one you could never forget- one that echoed throughout the apartment despite his absence, one you found a home in. One you missed, even.

“I didn’t fight with you,” he says. “It was a disagreement. There’s a difference.”

You remember that morning vividly. Hyunjin hadn’t slept that night, sitting cross-legged in front of the canvas while he painted finishing touches on the assortment of blushing lilies immersed in a glass vase. It was one of your favorites, representative of both your birth month and Hyunjin’s favorite flower.

“They’re too pink.” He’d told you, frustration clear in his tone.

“They’re perfect,” you said, crouching down beside him and pressing a chaste kiss to his temple.

And in all the unpredictability that was Hwang Hyunjin, he wielded the box cutter he kept tucked away in the pocket of his apron, crawling forward in a swift motion and slashing the painting across its face. The lilies seemed to wither as the now-cut corners folded inwards and curled in decay, still wet from the fresh paint.

“What the fuck, Hyunjin?” You said, reaching for the canvas like it was a dying child, caressing the two-dimensional petals in trembling hands as you tried your best to mold the fabric back to its place, to no avail. Hyunjin laughed, head rolled back as he let his wicked cackles fill the space around you, and you began to cry at the scene. He was always that way- feeding mercilessly off your stunned reactions, with you always more shocked than the last time at how unpredictable he could be at times.

He laughed as you cried, both sounds waltzing around the makeshift studio in the spare room of your apartment.

You left him alone for several hours that day, only returning to deliver food and water to him, Hyunjin still sat in that same spot on the studio floor. The painting was tossed aside like a piece of garbage, a new canvas erected in front of him with fresh pencil sketches and colors.

As he dug into the steaming bowl of ramen provided, you propped up the canvas, beginning your task of repairing the painting by gluing a small patch to the cut and coating it with varnish. He watched through ravenous mouthfuls as the petals laid flat like they once had, giving life to his art again. And through frustrated sniffles, you mixed a new shade of pink on his pallet, a lighter one this time, sliding it over to him and placing the paintbrush between his fingers where his chopsticks were.

“Please don’t ruin it this time.”

Hyunjin placed his dinner back on the wooden floor, making his way over to you and enveloping you in a hug- one that meant to say sorry in his absence of words. But Hyunjin was never one for apologies, you quickly learned, as his hardened bulge pressed against your thighs. He peppered kisses down the column of your neck, fingers grazing the hem of your shirt as he began to take it off you, no words of protest from your end. With dizzying thoughts, and before you could comprehend the pool of arousal that was now formed between your legs, he was fucking you there in his studio, one hand cupped around your face, forcing your gaze onto the painting.

“Know what lilies represent?” He said between rhythmic thrusts. “Innocence. And purity. And devotion, and fertility.”

Your eyebrows arched up in pleasure, too fucked out to respond to his words, simply moaning loudly in response.

“And your birth month is a lily. Sound like you? Innocent? Pure? Fertile?” His thrusts increased in pace, your hands searching desperately for somewhere to steady your body, now trembling with pleasure as you approached your high.

He took note of your struggle, taking your hand in his as he gave it a squeeze, another way of saying he was sorry for his actions. Your eyes remained locked on the painting, which now seemed to morph into hues of flesh and arousal, the petals mirroring your wet cunt filled so deliciously and completely by Hyunjin. And as he reached his orgasm, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing down the throat he kept a firm hold of. “My lily,” he cooed between kisses and a release inside of you. “My sweet, pure lily.”

*

Three hours in, the space heater has given out. A typical occurrence from when Hyunjin still lived here, but an aggravating one nonetheless.

“It hadn’t given out in the time you were gone. Must be some kind of curse when you’re around.”

Hyunjin laughs wickedly, like he knows something. “I’ll get the screwdriver.”

As you watch him disassemble the old thing, you take note of the way his nimble fingers hold each tool so delicately, much like how he handles his art supplies. You were no stranger to them during your time together, often picking him up new pieces of charcoal and sketch pads for him on your way home from work. Your love language had always been the little gifts you pampered him with, falling deeper in love with him whenever he’d excitedly dig through the bag of goodies and rope you into a hug. Hugs- physical affection, Hyunjin’s love language. The only way he knew to express the conflicting emotions in his pretty mind- pacify you with a kiss, or a swaying hug, or a myriad of lewd positions in your bed together.

Part of you knows Hyunjin is conditioned to be this way. Something of a mad artist, good with his fingers and bad with his words, chased after everything he ever wanted and never learned to take no for an answer. There was never a moment he had to sit with his own mind, sit with his intimate conscience and teach himself to tear his walls down. You were always there to do that- remind him of the ways in which he fell short, express enough emotions for the two of you and live with the knowledge that you were, in many ways, an extension of him. In all his madness, and lust and adoration. But he was never going to change- and hard as may have tried, you could never change him.

“What are you thinking about?” Hyunjin asks, still focused on the tilt switch below him. His ebony hair hangs loosely in front of him, caressing his face the way your hands used to.

Your fingers embrace the warm mug of coffee in front of you, observing as steam disappears in the cold air in front of you. “I’m thinking about the first time you ever cried in front of me.”

He stops what he’s doing for a second, looking up at you with furrowed brows. “What?”

“I’m just being honest,” you say in response, getting up from the bar stool to now sit on the couch. “Do you remember?”

He’s quick to shake his head. “I don’t cry. I never cry.”

You scoff. Hyunjin cries at everything, albeit trivial instances- maybe it’s the Pisces in him, or maybe it makes up for the lack of using his words to convey emotions. Either way, he’s always been a crier- and you, a shoulder to lean on.

“Your painting was rejected. For the January gallery show. By that guy- the really stuck-up one, remember? You said he looked like a praying mantis. All beady-eyed and skinny.”

Hyunjin laughs, fumbling with the screwdriver. “Even his hands bent at the wrists. Like a bug.”

You smile at him- you reckon it’s the first time he’s ever recalled crying in front of you. That was the difficult part- despite the crying, you were never to speak of it. Like it didn’t happen, like it wasn’t a natural part of him. It made him feel nonhuman at times, all those resolute efforts to mask who he was. But you knew, truths that lived and died with you.

He sticks his tongue out in focus as he fixes the screws back onto the panel. “He’s the gallery host. For tonight’s event.”

Your heart sinks at his words. It was a dream of Hyunjin’s to avenge the death of his art by praying mantis art man, and you hadn’t known he was selected for the gallery this time. Only to wind up here, with you, stuck in the dingy apartment you used to call home with him.

“Fuck. Hyune, I’m sorry,” you say with wide eyes. “I wouldn’t have asked you to come by tonight if I knew.”

He waves a hand in dismissal. “Better I’m stuck here than the gallery. I’d be snowed in with bottles of champagne and lots of pretty girls.”

He smirks at you mischievously, and you roll your eyes playfully. As he fixes on the last screw, he restarts the heater, slouching back in satisfaction as the familiar hum starts up again. “Thanks,” you say, sitting back and putting your feet up.

He winks, and then shuts his eyes as his hands fold over his chest. Your phone interrupts the comfortable silence, and you make your way back to the bar stool to answer it.

“Hello? Oh, yes, hi! Yeah, I’m so sorry… Yes, that works for me. Thanks, and sorry again. Okay, bye for now!”

When you hang up, Hyunjin’s head is raised curiously.

“Who was that?”

You take a deep breath as you set your phone aside again. “That was… my plans for the night.”

He cocks his head. “Like, a friend?”

“Like, a date,” you finally say. Hyunjin scoffs casually, lying down again.

“You’re going on a date.”

“Was,” you interject. “He’s snowed in, too. We’re planning for something tomorrow if the weather’s good.”

Hyunjin nods, and you can see that his eyes are glued to the ceiling now. Jealousy- one of Hyunjin’s worst traits. Be a waiter, a friend, even the trash guy on Mondays, Hyunjin was a raging, jealous boyfriend when you were together. At times it was flattering, making you blush when he’d give creepy men stares at bars, holding you closer and letting everyone know you were his. And then things escalated.

The doorman stopped greeting you, per Hyunjin’s request, citing that he was “taking a special interest in you”. Bartenders had to take your orders through Hyunjin, who turned irate at the sight of you smiling at another man. Even your close male friends distanced themselves when he was around, feeling uncomfortable at the way he’d interrupt your conversations. Your confrontation about it turned into a screaming match, followed by 2-hour makeup sex in the shower- but his jealous tendencies never ceased.

“How’d you meet?” Hyunjin asked suddenly, fidgeting with the skin around his fingernails. He no longer wears a smile, but a tight-lipped, stern expression.

“He’s… a friend.” You reply.

“Jisung,” he whispers suddenly, and you swallow a lump in your throat.

Han Jisung, the mutual friend you always told Hyunjin not to worry about. The friend who always got a little too close, the friend who leaned on you for emotional support during your lows. The friend who confided in you with all of his relationship issues, and the one you confided in when Hyunjin was at his worst. The same friend you slept with to make Hyunjin jealous.

“I knew it,” he said, draping an arm over his eyes. “I had a feeling it wasn’t over from that one time.”

“Hyune, we’re not together anymore.”

“We were together,” he says. “When you let him fuck you.”

A statement he’s not wrong about. A decision you weren’t proud of- but one that was a long time coming. It had been a week straight of arguing with Hyunjin- him, locked up in his room working on paintings and destroying the ones he didn’t like. Repeating the cycle like he’d gone mad- refusing to eat and drink, getting no sleep and engaging in screaming matches with you when you were home from work. You opted to stay with Jisung that weekend, unable to put up with his state of mind. A little red wine, crying into Jisung’s shoulder, and you found yourself betraying the one thing you swore you never would- Hyunjin’s trust.

It was you who told him, throwing it on him like a casual work chat when you returned.

Hyunjin never took something so hard in his life. You watched his sleepless nights and maddened sessions turn from weeks into months- going mute for the better part of each day, only talking to ask you questions about Jisung. “Was he better than me?”

“No, Hyune,” you’d coo, holding him in your gentle embrace as he cried. “No one’s better than you. I was angry, and I made a mistake. There’s no one better than you.”

And in the second month, he forgave you, finally giving into your touch as his fingers found their way inside of you, using his voice boldly for the first time to demand the same answers from your quivering figure under him. “Was it better than this? Does he feel better than this?” You cried under him, validating his ego again in an orchestra of moans, holding him in your arms like you might lose him. And you almost did- a feeling you swore to never replicate.

Your bodies one again, your souls one again. Jisung was promptly cut out of your life, Hyunjin’s existence enough to fulfill a lifetime of friends and lovers. His body made for you, his mind consuming you whole.

“You’ve always been so jealous,” you say to Hyunjin, drawing his attention back to the conversation.

He fixes his hair. “And you, a cheater. Forgive us our sins.”

“I had reason to. You’re just a mean person when you want to be.”

“Yeah?” He queries. “So mean I fixed your heater? So mean I got you those tickets you wanted last summer?”

The tickets.

Hyunjin had bought you tickets to Paris last summer, a surprise that left you in shock, crying like a baby when he presented them to you. They were “complementary” with the exhibition he was chosen for- three nights in Le Marais, a showing of his gallery, and a free dinner at the host’s favorite restaurant. It was his most upscale showing yet, and although the tickets were originally meant for a manager of sorts, he’d bent some rules to bring you along. (This meant he paid for the tickets, something he never told you about until much later.)

The trip was nothing short of a dream- days spent looking at art and watching Hyunjin network with the guests, nights spent trying fancy French foods and making love in the hotel bed until you couldn’t anymore. But the reveal that he’d actually paid for the tickets hit you hard.

He let it slip accidentally, annoyed at the way his manager was pressing him to contact guests from the museum, huffing a simple “I paid to get him off my ass and he’s still like this.”

After pressing him for answers, it all made sense, and you bawled like a baby again, this time ridden with guilt. Hyunjin rubbed your back in gentle circles, chuckling at the way you gripped his t-shirt and cried harder into the fabric. “You should’ve taken him instead,” you said to him between sobs. “I was a shitty girlfriend to you and I didn’t deserve to go.”

Of course this was about Jisung, and he knew that. But he also knew that he loved you- this emotional, second half of him, one that he breathed life and love into, and that one instance of letting it slip through his fingers was not going to come between the two of you. “But you’re here,” he told you. “You didn’t leave. I’m not going anywhere either. We’ll always have Paris.”

And you cried harder at his words, for the man who so desperately needed you like you needed him, two halves working to keep one whole being alive.

*

4 hours into the night, Hyunjin begins getting stir-crazy.

“It’s hot in here- you’re not hot? I feel like I’m going insane. What if we tell them I’m having a baby? Maybe they’ll-”

“Hyunjin. Calm down. They’re not letting us out for the night. You’re not going anywhere.”

He rips off his cardigan, tossing it aside dramatically and leaning back on his forearms with his eyes shut. You take in the view- his toned arms are now fully on display in a ribbed white tank top, a simple gold necklace now visible against his broad chest. He’s still tall and lean as he ever was, but his biceps seem to have filled out, and your mouth parts a little at the sight.

“You’re staring,” he says with his eyes still shut.

“No, I’m not.”

You pull your own sweater tighter around you, trying your best to keep a casual demeanor in his presence. He opens one eye, taking a peak at your clear nervousness.

“Don’t be shy,” he says smugly. “It’s stuffy in here.”

You swallow, saying nothing as you turn away from him and peel your own sweater off over your head. The cream white knit falls gently to the floor, leaving you in nothing but a pair of jeans and a slim-fitting black shirt. When you turn back around, he’s adjusted his position so that his legs are spread comfortably, a smug grin still plastered on his pretty face.

“Is that a tattoo?” He asks inquisitively.

You palm over the little heart on your inner elbow, sitting down in front of him and undoing your hair from its loose braid.

“Yeah.”

“I like it,” he says, flashing you his teeth like a stamp of approval.

“I thought you hated tattoos,” you retort. “You never wanted me to get any.”

“I said you had beautiful skin,” he counters. “And that covering it in ink would be a waste.”

“Same thing.”

“Not exactly,” he says, tilting his head toward you. “You prove me wrong time and time again.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” You say, raking your fingers through your hair and sitting cross-legged in front of him on the rug.

“It means,” Hyunjin says, crawling toward you to take your arm in his. He traces the heart with his index finger, and then brings it close to his mouth, where he presses his lips to it and graces it with a single, gentle kiss. “I like this one.”

You retract your arm from his hold, cheeks set ablaze at his words. He’s always been like this, too- flirting in every possible way he can, quick to make any situation either romantic or sexual to fluster you. And it works- he’s somewhat of a pro at it now.

Hyunjin laughs loudly at your reaction. “I’m starving.” And then he hoists himself up again, making his way to the kitchen to find something for dinner.

You want to scream when he’s like this- quick to wrap you around his finger momentarily, leaving you dizzy with thoughts of him, only to leave you hanging like it’s nothing- like there’s no history between the two of you. A murder with no weapon, no motive- just a victim. You. Always.

After you’ve both scarfed down bowls of rice, Hyunjin proposes a game. Uncharacteristic of him since you know he typically prefers his silence, but you digress.

“Truth or dare?” Hyunjin asks.

“Truth.”

He hums in response, crafting a question in his mind. “What’s my best feature?”

You roll your eyes. “I said no weird questions! Can you at least try to make this whole thing platonic?”

“What’s weird about that?” He queries. “There’s nothing romantic about answering a question. You’re the one making it weird.”

“Okay fine, dare.”

He raises his eyebrows, declining a change in selection.

“God! Fine, I don’t know- your hair, I guess.”

He tosses his hair around like he’s in a shampoo commercial, twisting the ends around his index finger. “Good answer. Your turn.”

You roll your eyes at him again. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

You take a moment to think. In actuality, there are so many things you want to ask him- too many things. You don’t know much about the man sitting across from you- or at least not as much as you once knew so many months ago. He’s never been an open book, but the time apart from each other has driven a stake between the two of you, and having him in your living room like this offers you ample time to tear down his walls like you never could before.

“Y/n?” He asks, cocking his head to one side.

“Why’d you stay?” You ask breathlessly.

“What?”

You swallow, determined to get an answer out of him. “I mean, after the whole thing with Jisung. Why did you stay? You could’ve left, you could’ve gone with any other girl or guy you dreamed of. What was in it for you?”

He purses his lips together in thought.

“I dunno. I guess I was in love.”

You shake your head at him. “No, you weren’t in love, Hyune. We never even said it to each other.”

He runs his hands through his hair, smoothing it back- a nervous habit of his, you recall. “You asked, that’s my answer. I said I guessed.”

With a lump forming in your throat, you drop the question with a nod. He’s visibly more serious now, his upper body turned away from you as he glances out the window and observes the heavy snowfall. For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of the space heater and your breathing as he maintains his composure again. Your heartbeat has quickened at the word love- one you never said to each other.

“I love you is an overrated philosophy,” Hyunjin had told you on the balcony in Paris, arms wrapped around you while you took in the vast skyline. “What about I care about you? Or I need you? Those sound more significant, more like us. Let’s not lose ourselves to outdated philosophies.”

And when he put it like that, it made sense. You did love him, but you also cared about him, needed him, the whole nine yards. The difference in a single word did not change what you shared. In fact, putting weight into a single word felt like it might only serve to drive you apart someday. (Come to find out it wasn’t a word you had to attribute that to.)

“It’s late,” you say to him, a guilty conscience consuming your mind. “We should just get some sleep.”

“Why did you stay?” Hyunjin asks, turning his body toward you again. “You had every reason to leave. Why did you put up with a lousy painter for all the time you did? Why didn’t you just book it with Jisung the first chance you got?”

Your throat is dry. The questions are valid- an extension of the ones you asked him. And yet, you don’t have the answers. You think you understand now.

“I… I don’t know. I think maybe I needed you.”

I needed you, I cared for you, I loved you.

Hyunjin narrows his eyes. “Your draw.”

You’re dancing with the devil now, fully at his mercy to do whatever you want with this game of yours. All the walls he so carefully built in your time together, and yet you finally hold the first stone in your hands, aimed and ready to tear them down like you’d always dreamt of. This much freedom was dangerous- what did Hyunjin want from having you in this position? What could he possibly gain from offering you the irrevocable truths that lied behind this? You can’t take your aim. Not yet- not like this.

“I don’t want this,” you say weakly, and brows furrow at your words. “I don’t understand why things happened the way they did. But it’s behind us now.”

He extends a hand toward you, a classic apology though the words may never leave his lips. And you accept reluctantly, taking his slender fingers in yours, letting him guide you up off the floor and into his arms. The familiar scent of his cedarwood and vanilla cologne surround you, and your hands find their way around his back, as he envelops you whole and puts your mind at ease again.

Perhaps you would never understand Hyunjin- the way his emotions clouded him to a point he could only funnel them through you, the way a 4-letter word scared him more than the act of cheating, or how certain shades of pink were too pink, and yet patched canvases were still beautifully flawed in his eyes. And maybe you didn’t have to, maybe simply existing alongside him like this was enough for the two of you. Your beautiful boy, who you once tried so hard to make sense of, now at the disposal of the world around him, and for that you despised him. But you prayed they would have mercy on him, prayed they’d understand him like you once had, understand that some pinks are too pink, and that love doesn’t imply end.

*

The night reaches its lowest temperature as you lie in bed, this time on one side as Hyunjin occupies what was once his side of the mattress. The sight of him is reminiscent of your old life- him facing you, arms crossed and legs extended carelessly, a hood tossed over his messy hair and a frown as he tries his best to fall asleep.

You chuckle seeing him like this, the dichotomy of his sexy features coupled with his cozy appearance, something you always found attractive in him.

“What are you thinking about?” Hyunjin whispers as he breaks the silence. A small smile forms on his lips at the sound of your muffled laugh.

“Nothing. You look so cozy.”

“I feel cozy,” he replies. He reaches a hand out to you, palm facing up, and you gently place your hand in his. His calloused fingers rub yours gently, and you can’t tell if he’s trying to fluster you or warm you up- either way, you like the sensation, silently hoping he doesn’t stop.

In a swift motion, he brings your hand to his lips, pressing little kisses to each of your knuckles. You don’t say anything to him, instead observing the way his eyelashes flutter with each movement of his lips.

“Hm,” he hums against your fingers. “Remind me why you left me again.”

You feel your heart sink; one question, and yet hundreds of answers at the same time. You have everything and nothing to say to him. You settle on silence.

“I asked you a question,” he says against your knuckles, and your heart races at the change in his tone.

“Because it was time,” you say.

Hyunjin lets go of your hand, resting an arm behind his head and shutting his eyes. After a moment of silence, he speaks again. “You have to understand how confused I was.”

Your hands miss his contact instantly. But he scares you when he's like this- on the brink of clarity, and yet not quite there yet. He’s so unpredictable, and you know very well this could end a million different ways.

“I know,” you say.

You left Hyunjin in possibly the worst way you could. There wasn’t a screaming match, or a composed adult conversation on the matter. In fact, there wasn’t much of anything at all.

Hyunjin had been distant that week, locking himself away in the spare room and working on several different paintings for his upcoming gallery show. You hadn’t fought- at least not that he remembers. You had sex twice that week, once on Tuesday and once on Wednesday. It was September. The air was cold and the space heater had busted again. Little details you never forgot about that time.

It was the box cutter that gave it away. Carelessly left on the counter, thin white threads still caught in the serrated edges. Like a murder weapon he couldn’t be bothered to wash the blood off of. And while he was out, you took the opportunity to sneak into the studio, finding his latest victim tossed aside like his first one. A watercolor painting of a bridge, hues of browns and blues melting together where a giant gash now impaled the scene. This one unsalvageable, unlike the others.

It was then that you made your decision. Not through confiding in Jisung like he accused you of, nor your family or friends. But there, in the studio, as you held the painting close to you and wept for its loss. He was never going to change. It had felt like a lifetime of patching canvases for him, trying to fix him like you did his art. But Hyunjin made up his mind the second he took a box cutter to his work. And he did it again, when he shut you out, and again at his refusal to utter 3 simple words in the span of your relationship. It was the crime of insanity that drove you to the edge- repeating the same thing over and over, hoping for a different outcome. One that would never come- one that you owed to yourself to stop chasing.

And so you left- you took a small box of your things, and you requested your close friends relay the message to him that things were over. Hyunjin didn’t fight it- of course he didn’t understand why, but there were enough theories to reaffirm that this wasn’t some epiphany rooted in pure delusion.

“I wish you had talked to me,” he says. His voice is trembling.

“I wish you had talked to me, too.” You reply. “I wish a lot of things had been different.”

“You had to have known,” Hyunjin says.

“Known what?”

“You had to have known that I loved you.”

You look over at him now, a straight expression on his face still. He keeps his eyes glued to the ceiling above him, and for a second you’re not sure if you heard him correctly. It’s not until you release the breath you’ve been holding that he finally looks down at you, giving a small shrug. He breaks the silence with a loud laugh, and you’re confused by his actions all over again.

“It doesn’t matter,” Hyunjin says. “Because I’ll always have you.”

“You won’t,” you reply through gritted teeth. “That’s why I left. You’re not a part of me anymore.”

“No?” Hyunjin says, shifting his body toward yours, a wicked smile on his face. “You don’t still yearn for answers I haven’t given you? You don’t still wonder how things could have been different?”

He reaches out a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, and you melt into his touch. Your cheeks grow hot with his proximity now, and you scoot away just an inch, failing as he moves his whole body even closer to you.

“Look at you, you can’t even push me away properly. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

And without warning, his lips are on yours all over again, tongue dancing against yours as he adjusts himself to be positioned on top of you. You want to push him off of you, so badly, but your mind doesn’t let you, instead urging you to keep pressing your thighs together as overwhelming desire for him grows in your core.

“Hyune,” you say between his kisses, and a hand snakes around your waist, toying with the hem of your underwear.

“Say you don’t want this,” he says, pulling away to let you breathe. You stare into his eyes, now dark and pooling with intensity as he begins working kisses down your neck.

“Say it,” he says again, and you can’t.

You feel him smile against your throat, grazing his teeth gently over the skin before biting down harshly and earning a moan from your parted lips. His hands work their way into your underwear again, rubbing small circles against your clit as he pulls them down to your ankles.

“You’re this wet already?” He asks curiously.

Before you can process his words, your underwear and shorts are tossed off the bed, his hands wrapped around the backs of your knees to pull you closer to him. He sits up and observes your fucked-out expression before working little kisses and nibbles to your inner thighs, all the way up until he’s found your clit again.

“Please,” you beg, and he smiles. In slow movements, his tongue is pressed against your wet cunt, giving kitten licks to your clit as he rubs his nose along your folds. You gasp in pleasure, hands tangling in his hair as he lets out moans of his own that vibrate against your bundle of nerves. “Fuck,” you say, and Hyunjin loves every second of you losing it.

As he works you with his tongue, his other hand dips itself into your hole, filling you up and stretching you with two fingers.

“Fuck!” Ah- just like that,” you exclaim. “Please don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping,” he says against your wetness. “Until you cum for me.”

“I’m close,” you echo, tugging on his hair and applying more pleasure to your clit. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Let go, baby,” Hyunjin says. “Cum for me.”

You find your release at his words, making a mess of your sheets and dripping onto his stubbled chin. He’s quick to lap up your cum, painting your thighs with traces as he kisses back down your skin.

“Turn around,” he orders quickly, sliding his own pants and boxers down, freeing his painful erection against his abdomen. You do as you’re told, flipping over onto your stomach and gripping the sheets below you.

One hand works his length over you, dripping precum in anticipation, while the other snakes around your throat and holds you still for him.

“Did you miss this?” He says as he enters you, and you moan loudly at the sensation of his throbbing cock stretching you out. “Always so good for me. You haven’t changed. So obedient.”

You can’t say anything in response, panting heavily as he thrusts in and out of you, feeling yourself nearing another orgasm as his hand finds your aching clit once again.

“You’re mine, right?” Hyunjin says again. “You had to have known I loved you. Fuck, I love you so much. You’re all mine. You know it too, right?”

You still can’t talk, moments away from your second orgasm now, the only sounds emitting from between you are those of your wet arousal and slapping skin. You feel tears pricking your eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure and racing thoughts, yet too aroused to form a coherent response to his words. The only sound that comes out is a sob, followed by your stream of tears as he grips your throat and fucks you harder.

“You’re crying,” he says, kissing tears up your cheek, but not slowing his pace. “You’re just an emotional wreck tonight, aren’t you? Me too, darling. You’re an extension of me, huh? I’m gonna come now, okay? I want you to finish with me.”

His hand moves to hold yours as he guides you through your second orgasm, filling you up with his hot load and fucking every last drop back into you. “That’s it,” he says, pulling out of you and kissing the remainder of your tears back up your face. “That’s my girl.”

*

At daybreak, the snowfall has stopped entirely, and the skyline is frosted beautifully in crystal white snow.

You’re the first to wake, Hyunjin still passed out beside you, a peaceful expression on his face as light snores escape his lips. It’s another sight familiar to you- Hyunjin’s innocent slumber the night after he’s used you so roughly.

Your legs tremble as you slip out from under the covers, making your way to the mirror where you take note of your disheveled appearance- your neck is painted with purplish bruises, eyes swollen from crying and hair tangled from being pulled. You envy the angelic way Hyunjin wakes after nights like these.

When you arrive in the kitchen, you start yourself a cup of coffee, slouching on the bar stool as you recall yesterday’s events. It hadn’t been a dream, but a strange turn of coincidences that led you to having sex with Hyunjin in your apartment. What was once a normal morning for you now felt more confusing and uncertain than it ever had before.

Your ringtone from across the room interrupts you, and you’re quick to answer to not wake Hyunjin.

“Hi Jisung,” you say quietly into the receiver.

“Hi! The snow’s stopped where you are, right? I just woke up and it seems to have finished here.”

“Yeah, it’s not snowing here either.”

“That’s good!” He says cheerfully. “I hope your night was okay.”

“Yeah,” you say plainly. “It was interesting.”

“Great! Do you still want to grab something to eat tonight?”

“Sure thing,” you say, desperate to end the call before Hyunjin can hear any part of it. “I’ll text you the details.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

And when you hang up, a familiar voice behind you is quick to make itself known. “You won’t go out with him tonight,” he says, making his way to the coffee maker to pour himself a mug. He’s so sure of himself, a small smile tugging at his lips as he works. Like he’s reading your future.

“Who are you to dictate that?” You retort.

Hyunjin smiles as he fills his mug, his shirtless back turned to you. “I know you,” he says simply.

“You don’t know anything,” you say to him through gritted teeth, quickly regretting what you’d done last night. You make your way back to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed with your phone in hand as you watch Hyunjin pour milk into his coffee.

Jisung’s contact glows under your thumb as you fidget with the screen, pressing down on his name and then dragging away so that it won’t dial. You play the conversation in your end, debating what you could say to either him or Hyunjin to fix this- but your emotions are clouded with traces of yesterday, and nothing useful comes to mind.

As you weigh your options, you catch a glimpse of Hyunjin from the doorway, observing the way makes himself comfortable in the kitchen.

His box cutter tears through the previously sealed cardboard boxes, digging through his items for brushes and paints. He hums as he undoes all of yesterday’s efforts- confident, unwavering.

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[morgandoesstuffsig]

Hello! Idk if your requests are open but I just wanted to get this off my head before I forget it😅

I was thinking a sagau with a creator reader who’s secretly a super-genius( iq of a gods level) who sees everything like it’s a hologram?( stuff like math, science, medical, mechanical, strategies, etc…) how do you thing they would react if they got to see from the creators perspective? Who would find it useful? Who would find it more annoying? Who would be impressed about it? How would take advantage of it in battle?

Ah, my requests are indeed open as of right now! when I first read this I thought of that one woman and the random ass math equations meme :sobs: also childe's is short 'cause idk what to do for him...

anyways, this is a cool idea!! chars. used are : Al-Haitham, Childe, and Kaveh. i love Kaveh sm :((<3

start below cut

AL-HAITHAM

Oh, when Al-Haitham first saw you randomly fiddling with seemingly the air, he thought maybe something might be wrong with you. Maybe you were sleep deprived? Sick? Tired? Slightly delusional? You, of course, noticed he was staring at you and sighed.

"Stop staring at me like I'm crazy and just come over here and look." He quickly nodded and obeyed. He would never even think of taking another moment to stop. He quickly approached next to you, and then out of nowhere, suddenly a bunch of light [color] words, symbols, and numbers appeared infront of you two. He looked at them, hen back at you, and then back at them. What were these? So many equations he'd never seen before... You glanced at his confused face and suppressed a laugh.

How cute he is when he is confused, you thought, smiling to yourself. He was trying pretty hard to understand them, though it was all something only you really knew.

He slowly gained the courage to ask, "What... are these..?"

"Well, my lovely little scribe, these are all problems and formulas from which I've learned. I haven't implemented them into Teyvat at all, of course though."

'Lovely little scribe..?' He thought, his face heating up a bit. "I-if you don't mind me asking, why didn't you..?" 'Archons, did I really just stutter.. how embarrassing...'

"Well, there really isn't a reason for anyone here to learn it. I merely use it so could help me control the events of Teyvat easier. There is no need for anyone on Teyvat to learn such a thing, if they do not possess the power I do." You said, smiling at his reaction to his new nickname.

"I.. see.. That is very.. interesting." He said, trying to process it all as he glanced at you, just to see you smiling at him, and quickly looked back at the hologram. He couldn't handle it-- you were just too much for him to handle. [positively, of course. he loved the creator in a lot of ways.]

"Not as interesting as you, love."

"!!!"

Oh archons, you've broke him!

end : 1/3

KAVEH

you have no idea how down bad I am for this man istg

"I'm surprised you've gotten the hang of this already! N-Not that I doubted you of course, but most people don't learn so quickly! N-No that I mean to say you're most people, you aren't!! B-But I don't mean to try and single you out, nor do I mean to mean to say you're the same--" Kaveh tripped over all his words, trying to make sure they weren't going to offend you at all, but he just kept poking holes in each until he heard you let out a light laugh.

"It's alright Kaveh. I know what you're trying to say, thank you. I've just got a nifty little trick up my sleeve."

...Archons, he loved your laugh. It made him feel so giddy.

"Do you mind telling me? I-I just want to se if I could use it to hurry and finish my work faster, not that I mean to use you or anything, but--"

You could sense he was about to go on another trail of thoughts, so you simply smiled and said, "It is not a trick that can be learned, it's more of a power I possess." He nodded, and internally sighed.

"...Come here, let me show you. I'll let you decided whether it's useful or not." You said, motioning for him to stand next to you.

What an honor it is, to be invited next to the Divine Creator, and how important it is... and how I get too! Ah, happy day! He thought, as he happily sped walked his way next to you. What happened next, made him feel as if he was ascending.

You carefully grabbed Kaveh's hand and guided up into the air, and as he tilted his head in confusion as a blush appeared on his cheeks, suddenly words, numbers, problems, and more appeared on thin air! They all had solutions and such, and he could understand most of them because they were the ones you two were just working on, but others had unfamiliar letters and language, with different numbers and much different ways of solving them.

"So? What do you think?" You inquired, looking at him to see his reaction. He was completely astonished. You did all of this in one day?! Not say he was doubting you or anything, but he'd never seen it before! Such complex things that took him and others so long took you merely a minute or two!

"...woah." Was all he could mutter as he stared up at the hologram.

You chuckled, and said, "There's one more thing I'd like to show you..." And you guided his hand to another part of the hologram, as if you were swiping. Suddenly, a bunch of blueprints and diagrams appeared, and he quickly recognized them. They were his future projects he had planned on! He stared at them, then at you, and then just turned red. Both because he was flustered, and because he was blown away.

You'd been thinking about.. me..? And from the looks of it.. you've been trying to.. help me?!

You smiled and squeezed his hand, and he had to muffle a little 'eep!'

...He did not do very well muffling it. You chuckled and whispered in his ear, "You're so cute Kaveh, you know that?"

God, he loved the way his named rolled off of your tounge.

[i love kaveh to a normal amount i swear..]

end : 2/3

CHILDE / TARTAGLIA

"What're you doing?"

"Solving formulas to see which artifacts are best for this fight." You answered, continuing to move and use your hologram.

"A fight is a fight! What're artifacts really needed for?" He groaned, dramatically.

"For you? To do more damage. Some others do better support, off-field, healing--"

"Yeah but isn't doing so much math boringgg?" He drawed out, he just wanted to fight this [boss] already!

"Do you want to win this fight?"

"..Well, yeah..!"

"Then let me check these artifacts."

He whined, dramatically. He didn't really see why you needed that stupid hologram, it was quite annoying... taking up all your attention when he's right there! Sure he can't read half of those equations, but he can entertain you more than that 'floating screen' can! That's for sure!

Though, Childe wouldn't push anymore. You're the creator, whatever you say goes.

"Aand... done! Now use these artifacts and--" You handed him the artifacts before he eagerly put them on and grabbed your hand before you could get caught up in those stupid little symbols again.

"Let's go, Your Grace!!! I don't wanna wait any longer!!" He semi-shouted enthusiastically, holding onto you gently. You smiled, and shook your head lightly, but silently laughed.

...maybe you could let it slide this time.

end : 3/3

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[cyxnidx]

Hello! Can I request part 2 of “What’re you reading?” But with Scaramouche (Wanderer), Heizou, and Albedo?

WHAT’RE YOU READING ? V. 2

sure thing luv <3

part 1 here

characters: Scaramouche, Heizou, Albedo and Tartaglia

summary: they finding you reading/writing smut

a/n: i decided to add tartaglia for this one! hope you dont mind

scara was the curious type, especially with you. so when he felt bored, and decided to see what you were doing only to find you reading, he couldn’t help but be tempted to see it.

“can i see?” he asked timidly, reaching for the book slowly. you couldn’t help but let him take a look, watching as he admired the cover and back.

though, your heart rate when from a calm pace to a panicky one as you watched him open the book, slowly admiring the drawings and speech bubbles.

and just as you tried to take the book, he landed on one of the more mature scenes. you sighed like a disappointed mother as his eyes widened, hands eventually dropping the book out of pure shock.

“at no point in time should i have seen that..” he said, now stunned at the hardcore graphics.

“give it back, heizou!” you scolded, face puckered and annoyed. your boyfriend had taken your phone while you were on ao3, and to say the least, you were more annoyed than you usually would be.

it was your favorite fic, and one of your favorite scenes was coming up. that was until your eyes were too full of anticipation and excitement for heizou’s liking, tempting him to take it.

“what’s so important on it anyway?” he asked, still clueless of the mess he’s gotten himself into already. you sighed, not wanting to tell. “just give it back, and make it easier on yourself.”

“easier?” he asked, somewhat offended by the use of the word. were you looking down on him? “why would you think i’d want to make it easier on myself? do you think there’s something i cant handle here?”

smirking, you shrugged. “maybe. i mean, it may be new as to be a bit hard to comprehend.”

you laughed as you watched him look at your phone, reading the many words that made up such interesting paragraphs, only to give it back in a shock.

“that. i never thought it’d be that.”

albedo had seen it all at this point. from point A, to point Z. though, as much as he had heard, and even watched, he’d never thought that he’d read such descriptive words. Words that made everything seem to realistic.

and with his vivid imagination? oh, it was a field day.

“you see what happens when you use my stuff, albedo?” you asked, hand on your hip and face having a smart look to it.

a particular snarky look he seemed to hate. a cocky expression.

though, there wasn’t much he could do with how shocked he was. he was absolutely stunned. “this is what you read..” he said, almost seeming scarily surprised.

“oh? but i thought you’ve seen it all?” you asked in an unimpressed tone, only to be caught off-guard with his next question. “can we try it?”

“so? what do you think?” you asked expectantly as you watched Tartaglia’s eyes read the words you’ve written for a post.

you frequently wrote online, and he had no problem with it at all. if anything, he loved that it was how you expressed your creativity, emotions and just random thoughts.

he found it beautiful.

however, out of all the things he’d usually proof-read for you, this was the first one he’d consider extreme.

“Tartaglia..?” you asked again, taking into account that he’d went quiet. he should be done reading by now, it wasn’t like it was a lot. just about 3 paragraphs.

“you’d like to know what i thought of it, yes?” he asked, checking for assurance.

you nodded eagerly, wanting to hear his opinion on it or if you’ve made any mistakes describing something.

“honestly..” he began, turning your phone off and placing it on the bedside table. “..how about we test it out first?”

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[writing-till-i-am-dead]

Bengan oneshot

Is that the ship name?

“So, you see, the zodiac signs are not some star pattern that just determines your whole personality,” Logan said. “They’re just ancient star patterns that have been documented for centuries!” 

Ben nodded as Logan showed him his astronomy book. Ben honestly had no interest in space or stars. But he did have an interest in Logan…nnnnnn’s ramblings! 

Ben felt his face grow slightly red. He was still in slight denial about his crush on Logan… Logan talked a lot when he was comfortable. And Ben loved to listen.. listen to his voice, his interests, the little pauses and repeats he makes when he stumbles on a word.. Ben loves to listen to it all. He’s lucky to have a rather stoic face. He can hide his emotions and what he’s really thinking if he tries hard enough. 

But liking friends.. it could ruin things. He likes spending time with Logan.. admitting to anyone, even himself, that he likes him.. might ruin that.. Ben’s never been so close with anyone before..

Logan let out a soft, dreamy sigh as he ran his fingers along the page about the Virgo constellation. 

“Isn’t it fascinating that all those stars we see in the sky, the constellations, don’t actually exist anymore? Really makes you think…”

Ben was snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing Logan’s voice and he looked at the page and then at Logan before clicking his pen. 

“Think about what?” Ben wrote. 

“Oh, um.. yknow.. about how small we are in this big universe! Yknow?”

Ben nodded in understanding. 

“Like how Taylor talks about zodiac signs?”

“Ugh, nooooo! Astrology is a bunch of bologna! I’m talking about aliens!”

Ben raised an eyebrow and smirked slightly. “Aliens?”

“Yes! The math is in their favor! Plus there are some sightings that are completely unexplainable, like that time with all those kids who were visited by an alien who said the Earth was dying and all of the kids’ stories lined up exactly! I’m telling you, Ben, we are not alone in this world!” Logan said, doing the Vulcan salute. 

Ben started to laugh and Logan paused before laughing along with him, putting his hand back on the table. 

“B-Besides.. what about the phantoms? They could be, like, aliens, or something..”

“Maybe.. but we don’t know what they are..”

Logan leaned back slightly in his chair. “As messed up as it is.. I kind of hope they’re aliens..”

Ben gave him a half-entertained, half-concerned look, causing Logan to laugh.

“Ya, I know, sounds pretty bad when I say it out loud…” he hugged his knees. “Just.. at least that’s something I can understand. I know stuff about space and all that.. not.. whatever is going on in the dreamworld..”

Ben gave him a sad look. He was an empathetic person. He could read people easily. And he could read Logan like the front cover of a book. He knew Logan hated being useless and not understanding something…

He gently took the book from Logan and opened to a random page and pointed at it. 

“Oh..” Logan murmured, gingerly taking it back. “You wanna know about Orion?”

Ben nodded and Logan smiled. “Well, let’s start with the Ancient Greek myth of Orion-“

He was cut off by a group of guys slamming their hands onto their table, causing Logan to jump. 

“Well, well, well,” said one of the guys. “Hey there, Starboy.”

Logan’s eyes constricted and he tried to scoot back his chair. 

Ben’s face immediately hardened and he tried to remain calm, but he could already tell these guys were bullies.. and he hates bullies… Just the thought of them causes his hand to drift to his neck and remember that day..

Logan clutched his book tightly, holding it close to his chest, and averted his eyes. “Surprised to see you guys in a library..” Logan murmured, almost inaudible. 

“What was that, nerd?”

“N-nothing!”

One of the guys raised an eyebrow and took the book from him. “What’s this? Some astrology shit?”

“A-Actually, it’s astrono-“

The guy cut him off by tearing out a page and throwing it at him. 

“W-wait!” Logan exclaimed. “That’s a library book!”

Seeing them ruin Logan’s property was what broke the straw on the camel’s back.  They were destroying something he loved. Just like how bullies destroyed Ben’s love for singing. 

He grabbed a pen and threw it at one of the bullies, hitting him in the head. 

“Huh? The hell-?” The guy turned to Ben. “What do you want, mute freak!” 

He stopped when he saw Ben. 

His face was dark and there was an aura around his that radiated violence. 

The guys’ eyes and they both gulped and slowly back away before running off. 

That was the only perk about looking so big and intimidating. Assholes like that leave when you glare hard enough..

He turned to Logan who was holding his book sadly. 

“I’ll buy you a new one” Ben wrote. 

Logan smiled weakly. “That’s sweet.. but this is a library book.. the librarian has trusted me for years! I’ve never returned a book that’s been destroyed! What am I going to tell her?”

“The truth?” Logan wrote, confused. That should be the obvious answer, right?

Logan’s face turned slightly red from embarrassment and he looked down, his brow furrowed sadly. “It’s.. embarrassing. Telling people I’m harassed and bullied. It makes me feel.. pathetic.”

Ben felt his heart hurt slightly and sat back down and leaned in a little close to him, putting a hand on Logan’s shoulder. 

Logan turned his head to look at Ben and smiled slightly. “I admire you, Ben. You’re so strong and.. intimidating when you need to be. I wish I was like that..”

Ben looked away for a moment before turning back to Logan. 

“I admire you a lot as well. You’re so passionate about stars and space. I haven’t been passionate about something in a long time.”

Logan blinked at the paper before looking at Ben. “Really? Not since singing?”

Ben hesitated before writing his response, hiding the paper as he wrote. When he held it up, he hid his face in his hand, too embarrassed to see Logan’s reaction. 

“I’m passionate about you.”

Logan’s eyes were wide and his entire face and neck turned rose red. 

Before Logan even had a chance, Ben stood up and quickly sped walked out of the library. 

Logan was about to go after him when he saw the note he left behind. 

“Need to go meet up with Aiden so we can walk home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Logan clenched his fists and held the note for a moment. “I’m passionate about you”….

The more he read in, the more embarrassed he got and the more butterflies filled his stomach to the point he was worried he accidentally swallowed milkweed seeds. 

What does that note mean? Passionate about him? What does he mean by that?!

Logan clutched his head as he tried to think logically about this. But he couldn’t. 

Did Ben.. confess to him?

The thought of that…

Logan grabbed his bag and ran out of the library exist to scream into his shoulder. 

“Ben liking me?! Highly improbable! I mean.. maybe he does..”

He looked at the note again, clenching it tightly. 

“He’s passionate about me? What does that mean…? What does that.. mean?”

Logan’s ears turned red and he looked at his astronomy book and then the page his bully ripped out. 

He opened the crinkled up page. It was from the section about the planets. 

This specific page was about.. Venus. 

Well.. Logan thought. That.. seems like a terrifying omen.. Goddess Venus, don’t strike me down with an absolute heart attack from how much my heart is beating…

#school bus graveyard #Sbg #ben sbg #ben clark #logan sbg #logan fields #logan x ben #Ben x logan #Fanfic #fluff #oneshot

[inmyicyworld]

Barbie

Summary: Bucky takes his best girl to watch a Barbie movie and then spoils her with gifts.

Words count: 1.4k

Warnings: fluff, NO SPOILERS

Author's note: So basically, I wrote it for myself because I had no one to watch this amazing movie with, and it gave me some comfort. I believe that Buck would’ve actually enjoyed it too because he’s so sweet and cute.

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You had been excited about the Barbie movie since the day you found out that it was in the making, and you may or may not have annoyed Bucky with it like a million times.

You begged him to go see it on the day of the premiere, and even if at first he really wanted to say “no”, he couldn’t.

Yes, he was your grumpy old supersoldier, but he would do anything to make you smile.

When the tickets started to sell, it was almost impossible to find one because people went crazy about this movie.

When you finally had time to look for the tickets, they were sold out. Obviously. Even if you didn’t say anything, Bucky saw sadness written on your face when you didn’t get the tickets for the opening night, and it hurt him to see you that way.

So, as the best boyfriend in the world, he got them for you. 

Yes, there was definitely one good thing about being a famous Avenger: you could get almost everything.

You and Sam also taught him how to use TikTok a few months ago, and besides a million videos of cats, he started to see Barbie-related content. He wasn’t really interested until he saw a video where a guy bought his girlfriend a doll and a lot of pink and cute things as a surprise.

Would you like it if he bought this for you? Did you even like dolls?

Bucky didn’t think about it too much; he just went to the store. 

He probably stood in front of the shelf with Barbie dolls for way too long because, while he was looking for the one he thought you would like, a shop assistant came to offer him some help. Bucky explained his situation, and the young girl—Stassie, as he found out—was almost jumping with excitement to help him and said that his girlfriend was really lucky.

She showed Bucky two dolls that came out recently: one in the western look and one in a light pink dress. It was hard to pick one because both were really cute.

So he bought both.

Stassie gave Bucky a few tips on what else he could buy for you; that's why, after another hour in the mall, he went home with a big box full of random pink and cute stuff.

You weren’t at home, so he hid the box in a safe place and decided to give it to you after the movie.

The day before the premiere, when you two were already getting ready to sleep, laying under the blanket and ready to cuddle while watching a movie, he silently gave you a white envelope.

“What is this?” You asked, looking at your weirdly smiley boyfriend.

“Open.”

You studied his face for a few minutes, but then sat up and carefully opened it to not rip whatever was inside. 

“Bucky…” You whispered as two tickets with “Barbie” written on them fell into your hand. “You didn’t—how did you get it?” Your eyes were watery as you looked at him.

“That’s a secret. But I wanted to make you happy.” The soft look in his eyes made you want to cry, but instead you just jumped into his arms, leaving kisses all over his face.

“I fucking love you, James.” 

“I love you more, doll.”

It was safe to say that he got his reward for being a thoughtful boyfriend, and you both fell asleep only a few hours later. 

You two walked out of the movie theater holding hands while you were still sobbing a little bit. It was an amazing experience, and you were overwhelmed with feelings. Bucky led you to the side so you wouldn’t bother other people, wrapped his hands around you, and held you close to him.

“Are you okay, baby?” He mumbled into your hair and kissed your temple.

“Yes. I’m so happy that we watched it. And that you came with me.” You wrapped your hands around Bucky’s neck and melted into him.

“I liked it too, actually.” You heard a deep chuckle.

“You know, I told you that you look great in pink, and you didn’t believe me.” 

You obviously decided to stick to a non-official dress code, but it was hard to convince your boyfriend that he needed to wear something pink too. So the only thing that he liked in the store was a pink jean jacket, and you were okay with that.

An old lady that sat in the movie theater behind you with her grandkids said to Bucky that he was a really good young gentleman and that you two were perfect for each other. 

Bucky didn’t really like any interactions with strangers, but you still noticed a light pink color on his cheeks and a sweet smile that he gave to the woman.

“If you think so, I’ll accept it, baby.” He was silent for a few seconds, but then smiled again and cupped your face with his metal hand so you would look at him. “I have something for you at home. Do you want to go there now and then order some food?”

“Something for me?” You frowned at him but still leaned into his touch. “And you should know better than to ask me whether I want to order food or not. I always do.”

You were sitting in your living room on the couch, where Bucky told you to stay and wait for him. He went to your bedroom and came back in a few seconds, holding a big pink box.

“This is for you.” He put the box near you on the couch and sat on the free spot at the other end. 

“For me? Why? I forgot about our anniversary or something?” You tried to laugh. 

You opened the lid, and your mouth opened as you saw what was in there. Your shaking hands gently pulled out two boxes with dolls, and you took a few seconds to look at them properly, trying to blink away the tears in your eyes. Then you got the rest of the stuff: a pajama set, a journal, a candle, masks and bath bombs, and a lot of your favorite candies. Of course, everything was pink. 

“I hope you like it. The girl at the store said–” You didn’t let him finish before you stood from your place and sat onto Bucky’s lap, hugging him as hard as you could, sobbing into his neck.

“Sh-h, baby, that’s okay.” He wrapped his arms around your body, gently swaying you from side to side.

“T-thank you so much, Bucky, really. You didn’t have to do it.” You moved back a little bit, and Bucky’s right hand immediately flew to your face to wipe away tears. You took one of the boxes with a doll on your lap and carefully took her out of the box. “She’s so pretty... I’ve never had a real Barbie before. They are expensive.”

“It is worth every dollar if it makes you happy. I saw this idea on that video app, and I wanted to give you something special.” 

He looked at you with a soft smile while you were unpacking the second doll and then gently touching her hair and clothes. He thought that he gave this present more to the younger you, and it made him feel so happy.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” You put the doll down and took Bucky’s face in your hands. “I am so lucky to have such a person in my life. Thank you for everything. Not only for the dolls, it’s all amazing. I love you, James.” You closed your eyes when he moved closer and put his forehead on yours. 

“I’m the one who is lucky to have you. I’ll give you anything if it makes you smile this way. I love you.” 

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky x female reader #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #marvel fanfiction

[makuzume]

Genshin HCs on how they text their s/o?

Genshin Men Texting their s/o Headcannons (Part 1)

Characters: Neuvilette, Itto, Childe, Ayato

Content: GN! reader; Genshin AU; established relationship; slightly suggestive (Ayato only)

[Masterlist] [Part 2]

💙Neuvilette💙

He has a very formal way of texting: well structured, complete with commas, semi-colomns, dashes, and quotation marks. It's not that he doesn't feel close with you to speak more casually, it's just that it's his natural way of speaking/texting (he already thought he was using casual texting).

Apologizes a lot if you comment on his manner of texting and might try to make it a bit more 'casual,' though it felt too off when he tried it, so you asked him to just text what he's comfortable with.

Sometimes asks you the slang terms used in the newer generation. "Dear, what does sjfskflak stand for? You mentioned that yesterday and I could not find the definition for it." Or even "Dear, what is U.W.U.? Is that some organization from Sumeru? It sounds quite familiar."

He will react to the Reels/TikToks you send him, though he says he will get back to it later on his free time (he always remembers).

There are times when he completely gets drowned in his worked and hasn't said goodnight to you or view your texts the whole night (He apologizes the next day.) Though his instinct is to always greet you good morning once he sees the sun peeking through his window, it's a reminder for him, and he never missed a day to say "Good morning, my dearest. Did you sleep well last night?"

💛Arataki Itto💛

Reading his texts feel loud and lively, it's chaotic- a lot of times he uses uppercase letters, stickers, GIFs, and emojis to express his emotions even further. It's like you can really hear his voice when he texts.

Replies with silly stickers and meme reactions when he's either reading your messages or when he talks about something.

Will literally send his entire IG/Tiktok feed of memes or cool stuff to you.

Typos and wrong spellings all the time.

Itto will update you constantly, he'll send practically everything that reminds him of you "this beetle has ur vibe idk y" or anything mildly interesting that he's doing because you're also his bff got slushies but soem brat ran into me snd spillde it"

Expect constant facetiming for him to show you random stuff, tell a story that just happened, if he's bored, when he's walking through a dark alley and is secretly scared, or if he feels lonely while taking a dump for too long. He's also the type to make silly faces or poses when you accept his call.

He always finds a way to make the most mundane things sound like such s story to tell.

When he feels that your mood isn't vivbing that day, he will always try to lighten the mood through memes or tell you to "lay it on me, my campadre" and do whatever he can think of to cheer you up when he makes a surprise visit (comes over that night with your favorite snack, holding a flower in his mouth, and giving you a rizzed up look to make you smile)

You change his name too frequently it gets confusing sometimes (recent names: beetle dude, Gordon Ramslay, Deoderant, CheesePuff, Guy from McDonalds)

🧡Childe/Tartaglia🧡

There could only exist one: He's either incredibly busy from work and unresponsive for hours/days or he suspiciously has too much free time to be replying a little too quickly to your messages. (He lets you know beforehand if he will be inactive for a while)

Loves using every cute, funny, sweet pet name when texting you. His personal favorite is either babe or one of the many funny ones he can think of like sweet thang, boss, nerd, etc. (if that doesn't offend you)

When he does respond after being gone for days- Childe will send the most random, out of context photos of what he's been up to recently, out of no where (Photo of him on the top of a skyscraper antena, inside a submarine, Mt. Everest, an illegal substance den-) Often this is because this is where his work usually takes him and at the very moment he was done with work he figured he'd text you.

Sends screenshots from chats with his siblings or send photos about his family, talks about them A LOT.

Happy to open his phone and see your messages and see the links you sent, he's just excited to talk to you. He will go "US", "lmaoo", or "FR" and if you send a nice place from a reel/tiktok, he will book a reservation right away to surprise you that week.

INSTANTLY replies the moment he gets a notification from you even if he's at work. (except during those long, complicated missions where he says he will be inactive) you were confused one time where he would view your message, leave you on read for a minute, and reply (you found out later that he was in the middle of beating up some people in their headquarters who owed them money)

💜Ayato💜

Calls you sweetheart, darling, my love, and every other affectionate name. He isn't shy to say anything to you through texts. He's sweet and lets you know exactly how he feels.

Loves teasing you in a subtle, flirty way in his texts, it his way of showing his attraction and affection towards you. Sometimes, he does this during a time when you're outside or if you're out with another guy just to make sure you're reminded that only he knows how to make you blush. Imagining your reactions also amuses him (he knows exactly what to say to make you flusterred and embarassed)

Sends photos of things Ayaka made and things Ayaka she did recently because he acts like a proud grandfather when it comes to her.

Asks you to send photos of yourself when he feels particularly clingy or misses you

There are days he forgets to reply the entire day/night because of his insane workload- but remembers you the next day when he wakes up and realizes 'no wonder my day felt incomplete yesterday': He didn't get to talk to his sweet beloved.

Sometimes texts can get a little more flirty and turn a bit spicy

You get texts from him asking you to check your door (he sends you food and flowers to spoil you and make you smile).

[note: I'm no Itto simp but fave one I made was his]

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[june-pop]

Ni-Ki BF Headcanons

Ni-ki x Reader

Warnings: none

• His love language is definitely physical touch & quality time

• After watching some of their content, him and the group members say themselves that he (and Jungwon) doesn’t play video games as much as his hyungs do

• So I think he’s much more of a movie date type of boyfriend

•You always find yourself cuddled up next to him on the couch watching studio Ghibli movies for the nth time that week cause that boy is obsessed

• Try’s to teach you some his group’s choreography or one he made himself

• Loves when your attention is on him, so don’t take your eyes off him please

• If he notices you paying more attention to someone else he won’t really comment on it but he will get more quiet over time

• When you point it out he’s gonna try to deny it and avoid talking, but just give him a nice big hug and suddenly he’s back to himself

• He’s a big tease

• If you’re shorter he will use his height against you

• If you’re taller you better give him a taste of his own medicine 🤨

• Will probably try and make you flustered at any chance he gets (as if he isn’t screaming on the inside)

• Will make it his life mission to win you at least 2-3 plushies if you go to an arcade or carnival

• I can definitely see him being the type to spoil his s/o. Maybe not a lot but every now and then he’ll buy you something you like

• A necklace you saw at a store but didn’t have enough money for? Don’t worry he’ll pay for it behind your back and give it to you when you get back home☺️

“Riki that was like 200 dolla-” “let’s not focus on that, it looks so nice on you doesn’t it”

“😨”

• HEAD PATS

•please give this boy some head pats, he seems to really love when people play with his hair and stuff

• Especially if he’s had a long day and just wants to be with you, the second y’all start cuddling just start playing with his hair and massaging his scalp and that boy will be out like a light

• Your own personal photographer. Takes random photos of you with or without you knowing

• Has a whole album on his phone dedicated just to you that he rarely lets anyone else see

• Boy has a staring problem 😐

• You could be doing anything and once you turn around Riki’s just staring at you and you’re just like 🧍🏾‍♀️/ 🧍🏽….. can I help you?

• He try’s to play it off but anyone can tell he was in awe by you doing absolutely nothing

• He’s whipped

• Will start denying and blushing if you try to tease him about it

• Not too much though or you might end up on the couch getting tickled to death 💀

• I think he’d be very gentle with his s/o though. Like he might have some play fights with you but he’s definitely not as aggressive with you as he is with others

• Unapologetically rejects anyone who try’s to flirt or get with him because he already has you.

• He will make that quite clear, this boy can be blunt and very intimidating

• So just imagine Riki with a blank face telling the person “I have a s/o already” and walk away and once he sees you he’s suddenly all smiles as if he didn’t just crush someone’s heart😭

• Kisses with him are….interesting

• They honestly depend on the mood

• Earlier in the relationship they definitely didn’t happen often.

• Maybe some quick ones here and there

• But as time went on he got more & more bold

• You just put on some chapstick? Kiss

• He wanted to see what flavor it was 🤷🏾‍♀️

• You’re trying to ignore him for wtv reason? Kiss

• Can’t avoid him forever🤷🏾‍♀️ He will get your attention one way or another

• He got really excited about something that happened? He’s giving you a big hug and then kissing you until you can’t breathe

• What else was he supposed to do, you just looked so kissable🤷🏾‍♀️

• Cooking for the both of you? He’s coming up and giving you a nice hug from behind while also planting a few kisses on your shoulder

• He just wants to be close to you…and sneak a few pieces a food in his mouth

• SPEAKING OF BACK HUGS

• Riki LIVES AND BREATHES BACK HUGS

• both giving and receiving but prefers giving.

• Arguments are rare but they happen

• if it was something big he might take a bit to himself to think and them comeback to properly talk things out with you

• He doesn’t like yelling and hates if your upset with him, vice versa

• He’s a great listener, if you need to vent about something he will be by your side to listen and comfort you

• Will try to crack jokes to make you smile

• He loves your smile

• In general he loves you!!!!

• He’s just a someone who I think has a lot of love to give but just wants to find the right person to give it too

Hope you all enjoyed!!!

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