#I hope you guys don't mind me tagging once again ;w;
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CRASH & BURN.
p — PARK SUNGHOON x gn! reader. g — fluff, humor. w — swearing, one absolutely horrendous dad joke, the secondhand embarrassment is even worse this time i'm not sorry at all, the rest of the en-kids are also losers. 1.3k words.
note — listen, who am i to deny the public from their needs and wants? i have no idea how rizzless hoon became such a hit, but ask and you shall receive. i'm sure this won't be the last you'll see of this loser. PART ONE. if you enjoy loser! hoon, you might also enjoy this other series of mine.
also tagging those who were asking for a part two hope u all don't mind! — @gyulune @jngwnlvs @snowysab @miercerise @karinasswifee @cerealdreamwriter @dinonuguaegi @tyongff-ff
for the past five days, you have been routinely returning to the skatepark at the same time without fail. this has obviously attracted questions from your friends considering the first time you tried out a longboard, you crashed and scraped and bruised your chin within seconds, but you can’t exactly tell them the truth about your endeavor— that you’ve been trying to catch a glimpse of mr. kuromi bandaid with the rollerblades again, and being left disappointed every single time.
he hasn’t shown up. not even once.
it’s day five, and there’s still no sign of him nor his lollipop. it’s day five, and you’re just about to give up until you spot from your peripheral a familiar group of boys that scared the shit out of you the other day— except this time, they aren’t staring at you like maniacs, and they seem to be one person less.
“are you fucking stupid?” you overhear as you hesitantly approach their circle, cautious steps because they’re still as intimidating as you can remember. they all look so serious, two individuals glaring at each other while the rest simply watch, both unconcerned and amused. “oh yeah? you really think you can beat me? wanna duke it out right now, dickwad?”
cold sweat breaks out and you freeze in your tracks, expecting them to spiral into a fist fight.
“my dragonite will sweep your fucking team, loser.”
“your dragonbitch doesn’t stand a chance against my tyranitar!”
nevermind. you really shouldn’t be so quick to judge them again.
you regain the bounce in your step and race up before they could metaphorically kick each other's asses.
“hi!”
you flinch when the six heads suddenly snap towards you. your smile twitches, discomfort lasering into your skin from the half a dozen set of narrowed eyes leering at you so intently and so intensely. “who are you?” the one previously bragging about his dragonite asks.
“dumbass.” another one smacks the former on the backside of his skull. “it’s shoelaces.”
the nickname sets a few lightbulbs off, and a pair breaks away from their violent staring at you to give each other knowing glances. “oh, shit!” this time it’s mr. tyranitar who exclaims. “right. the dude hoon absolutely decimated himself in front of. poor guy. he’s still going through the five stages of grief.”
hoon must mean sunghoon. you want to open your mouth and present your business about the missing individual, but it’s not so easy to butt in when they’re busy conversing amongst themselves.
“what do they want?”
“how should i know? i’m not them?”
“no fucking shit. but what do you think they want?”
“maybe it’s about hoon?”
“no way. that guy’s done for.”
“hey, don’t be too harsh on him! he’s grieving!”
“what if it’s because we‘re being too loud—”
“what if they’re here to have a pokemon batt—”
“you do realize they can hear you, right?”
light-haired guy is right. you can very much hear them, and they’ve all finally quieted down, slowly turning their heads to you once more but with a dampened intensity this time. they’re waiting for you to speak. you can’t believe you thought they were scary. you can’t believe you were intimidated by a group of nerds.
“sorry for the intrusion,” you smile, pressing your palms together. “i noticed one of your friends hasn’t been coming around lately. is he okay?”
a cough. a nudge. a silent conversation between the six pairs of eyes. “he’s been sick these past few days,” dragonite owner finally says. “sickeningly unbearab— ow!”
your smile disappears. “oh no.” he’s sick? he already didn’t seem that strong when you met him the other day, collapsing into the ground and all.
“i think you can help him get better— ouch! jungwon, what the fuck?” one of them gets hit again. you’re sure it’s been the same guy hitting the rest of them since earlier.
“why are you asking about him?”
the nicest looking one squeezes out of their group while asking his earnest question, fishing out the answer from you with bright, curious eyes. “ah,” you sound out. “i just wanted to tell him that i also think his shoelaces are really cool.”
they stare at you, then stare at each other. and then someone spews out, “is that a new pick-up line, or some shit?” before getting hit again, and the light-haired guy comes forward to block the squabble happening behind him, and to tell you that they’ll be dragging their friend tomorrow at the same time (isn’t he supposed to be sick?) so you can compliment his shoelaces in person(?), and that they are looking forward to welcoming you to their family (whatever the fuck that means).
as promised, they do drag the sick man into the skatepark— literally dragging him because the guy who introduced himself yesterday as jake is pulling him forward by the sleeve while jungwon pushes him from behind as the wheels of his roller skates make sure that sunghoon keeps on moving. he looks like he’s ready to move on into the afterlife. your eyes light up when they drag him closer.
“c’mon, hyung! just a little bit more— a liiiiittle bit—
“i told you, i’m never coming back here again!“ you hear him groan, attempting to break away from his escort team. “never ever. never again. this is is where half of my dignity is buried. my pride. my shame. my—”
and then he freezes.
sunghoon gets frozen by an invisible force when your eyes meet, frozen but his cheeks are set ablaze. his friends did a great job in escorting him to you, encasing him and in consequence his view of his surroundings until you’re within an arm’s reach so he doesnt run away. the heat from his face thaws him back into movement, panicked and angry expressions sent to his friends and they all look pretty stupid trying to talk with just their eyebrows, but it’s cute nonetheless.
“hey!” you finally chipper in, causing sunghoon to freeze once more, creaking to meet your gaze.
“h—hello. hi.”
sunghoon’s greeting comes out as a choke. jake and jungwon send each other signals before hurling the poor boy at you.
it’s like he’s suddenly forgotten how to skate. he can’t control his muscles, sliding over the short path at a dangerous speed that mimics his racing heart and oh shit— oh shit, oh shit. how does he stop again? how does he make a turn? how does he not fucking crash into you like a meteor being sucked into the earth’s orbit?
“oh!”
like all of his (very limited) interactions with you, sunghoon crashes and burns. it’s inevitable. but this time, he crashes and burns into you. you’re both on the concrete and his hand feels like it got crushed between the hard ground and the back of your head, but that pain quickly subsides into a numbing buzz, pumping his arteries with nectar, burning his veins with gasoline, because holy crap—
“close.”
“you’re right, that was a close call,” you breathe out. “i could’ve cracked my skull open.”
“i— i mean, close, you’re— you’re too close.”
does he realize that you can’t exactly move underneath him? he probably doesn’t, not when you can practically see the smoke emitting from his head and the panicked swirl in his eyes and you can’t help but laugh. “ah, sorry.” that was a mistake. sunghoon’s face flushes warmer and like a hammer to his skull, the realization hits and he and slowly pries himself off of you.
“sorry—”
“it’s fine.” you sit up and brush the dust off your clothes, stretching out your legs as you nudge yourself closer to him on the ground. “your friends told me you’ve been sick. are you feeling better now?”
“huh?”
you’re not sure why he’s confused, but he looks very confused before turning his gaze to his friends. you find jay snapping out a thumbs up and sunoo’s stern face somehow reading don’t fucking blow it. he turns back to you with a lot more sweat on his neck than prior. “oh, yeah i was sick, i was so sick, ahaha—” he stammers. “a—anyway, what’s up?”
“i just wanted to see you again. it’s not everyday that i get a compliment on my shoelaces, you know?” you smile. “what about today? aren’t they prettier than the last ones?”
you wiggle your shoes to show off, laced in a complicated pattern that you’ve been practicing for the past five days, and you expect to receive another compliment for it, but sunghoon is oddly quiet.
he’s quiet. you’re sure you chose a cool pair of shoes this morning. you’re about to be disappointed, until you notice that he’s actually thinking. he’s thinking very hard he’s thinking of something, and that something comes out of his mouth in the form of a badly timed pun.
“...what about...toe-day...”
park sunghoon only knows how to crash and burn. all his friends are a witness to that. they’re a witness to this events that transpired this afternoon, but what they didn’t expect is for you to have an affinity for disasters. you’re laughing at his dumb joke. you’re actually laughing. they’ve been shitting on sunghoon for being hopeless, but maybe there’s something wrong with you, too.
CRASH & BURN.
© hannie-dul-set, 2023.
#i like him a normal amount#enhypen x reader#enha x reader#park sunghoon x reader#sunghoon x reader#enhypen fluff#enha fluff#park sunghoon fluff#sunghoon fluff#enhypen scenarios#enha secnarios#park sunghoon scenarios#sunghoon scenarios
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idk how you feel about songfics but i’m obsessed w tswift’s dbatc rn and i’m just thinking about spencer reid having a secret relationship that he leaves bc he’s afraid his so will be killed by an unsub but his so is like a local singer and garcias a huge fan and is like omg this song is so beautiful and sad happy ending or angst ending doesn’t matter i just think that song encompasses how i would feel if i loved and lost reid sorry for rambling anywayyy
i am a woman on a mission and ik you just requested this but as soon as i saw it i got immediate inspo
i also have a hotch x reader fic called death by a thousand cuts BUT i had to do this one as well 🫶 also i’m so sorry if it’s shit i’m so tired lmaoooo
I Can’t Pretend It’s Okay When It’s Not
spencer reid x fem!reader
When Penelope gushed about a local musician she absolutely adores playing at the cafe she visits frequently and forced the entirety of the BAU team to tag along, she forgot to mention what Spencer would deem the most important piece of information— her name.
At first, when they walked into the coffee shop already a couple songs in due to the team's later arrival (much to Penelope’s dismay), Spencer wasn’t completely aware of the angelic voice completing beautiful melodies. His main focus being on getting coffee into his system asap, while he was up at the counter, he tuned it out almost completely— again, almost. The moment he heard her speak was a completely different story.
“Um, so this is a new song…” the woman on the small five inch high stage started, “I actually wrote it a couple weeks ago after a very… difficult time in my life… a time I’m still actually going through, but I hope you guys have it in your heart to give it a listen with open minds. This is Death by a Thousand Cuts.”
Spencer slowly walked back over to the team, eyes wide and fixed on the woman he believes is the love of his life. The only problem being he has no right to call her his anymore.
Soft strumming of the guitar began, with low my’s being sung, and he heard a soft gasp come from his left. “Oh, this is gonna hurt,” Penelope said, one hand placed on her chest while the other hugged around her body.
“Saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts
Flashbacks waking me up
I get drunk, but it's not enough
'Cause the morning comes and you're not my baby
I look through the windows of this love
Even though we boarded them up
Chandelier's still flickering here
'Cause I can't pretend it's ok when it's not
It's death by a thousand cuts”
Not even a minute in and Spencer feels as though he’s been stabbed through the heart. It’s difficult hearing it from her perspective. When he made the decision to end what they had, it was out of protection— it was so that she wouldn’t have to deal with the burdens of his job.
“I dress to kill my time
I take the long way home
I ask the traffic lights if it'll be all right
They say, "I don't know"
And what once was ours is no one's now
I see you everywhere
The only thing we share
Is this small town”
“You said it was a great love
One for the ages
But if the story's over
Why am I still writing pages?”
Spencer thinks back to their love story, back to when it began and the blissful moments, the rendezvous’, and the unasked questions about why they only ever had real dates inside and why no one on the team or anyone with any semblance of importance in Spencer’s life knew of them.
He thinks back to how happy she was, and how she was content with just being with him. How when her eyes lit up the first time he said he loved her, but also the dim the second he ended things.
He thinks about the nightmares he thought were over. How instead of Maeve being the victim it was now her. How if it wasn’t for those nightmares, the onslaught of “what-if’s” wouldn’t plague his mind. How if he had a less dangerous job, a job that didn’t take every ounce of life or happiness out of him, he would and could still be with her.
And as he thinks of these things, he suddenly becomes aware of the blazing eyes that had locked with his, and a tiny gasp is heard from the microphone before she starts playing with more vigor.
“My heart, my hips, my body, my love
Trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch
Gave up on me like I was a bad drug
Now I'm searching for signs in a haunted club
Our songs, our films, united we stand
Our country, guess it was a lawless land
Quiet my fears with the touch of your hand
Paper cut stings from our paper thin plans”
It hurt. So much. And it was clear it wasn’t only him because each word she sang was aimed to puncture him. The tears brimming in her eyes were also evident. To anyone else, her words are curated from past
memories from someone who hurt her, but to Spencer, it was a message. A message that every single part of their relationship was taken into account while writing this song. A message that everything they’ve ever said or done had been tainted with the memory of him leaving her with no explanation.
“My time, my wine, my spirit, my trust
Trying to find a part of me you didn't take up
Gave you too much but it wasn't enough
But I'll be all right, it's just a thousand cuts”
He watches as she screws her eyes shut, and the sharpness of her words becomes duller as she sings on. He knew he fucked up the moment he walked out of her apartment the night he ended it, but he has never regretted it more than now. He misses her. He misses smiles, the laughter, the unconditional love that radiates from her. He would do anything to get that back.
He doesn’t realize he’s standing there, staring at her in awe mixed with sadness until applause is heard throughout the cafe and Penelope lets out a small “so sad and and beautiful,” while wiping under her eyes. He also doesn’t realize that after she announces a small break that he was walking up to her in a daze, the entire team behind him eyes wide with shock.
He also doesn't realize the first words he speaks to her are what they both longed to hear between the two for weeks.
“I miss you so much.”
She’s shocked to say the least. She’s completely speechless to the point where he begins to speak again due to the lack of words on her side.
“I’m an idiot— I’m, I’m so stupid. You’d think with an IQ of 187 I would be able to not make decisions like leaving the one woman I love the most in the world. Y/N, I swear I thought I was keeping you safe because with me and my job, that’s not always a guarantee, but listening to you and what you’re going through, I can’t— I know it wasn’t the right thing to do—”
“Spencer,” she finally cut him off, placing her hand on his arm and shifting her eyes to the people behind him who had been standing with him. “Later, okay? You can tell me everything later when we aren’t surrounded by a bunch of people.” The look in her eyes was genuine, but there was still hurt swimming in them. He wanted to say something, anything to ease it, but before he could open his mouth she grabbed the acoustic guitar and gave him a small smile. “And I miss you too,” she said before walking back up on the small platform and adjusting her mic.
While introducing her next song, Spencer slowly made his way back to the group who were going to ask the inevitable questions, but that didn’t stop the small smile from making its way to his lips, and he thought that maybe, just maybe, they won’t have to pretend to be okay anymore.
#spencer reid#spencer reid x reader#dr spencer reid#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfic#anne marie answers
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a lil something for @catcze :,) i saw ur most recent kazu post huhuhu i hope it was okay that i took inspo off it!! been a while since i wrote something this way i’m a lil rusty but uh. uh established relationship with kazu // hope u like it catte <3
kazuha waits for you at the bus stop two apartment blocks down from your own every morning, two coffee cups in hand with his phone balanced precariously atop what you assume is his latte.
“hey! morning.” he greets, walking briskly to you with a soft smile adorning his lips, as he fumbles with the mess in front of him. his hands continue figuring out which cup to give. the one containing an (y/f/d) is always yours — you know that it is, given how he asked the barista at the cafe to write a small morning message on the cup.
"you don't have to do this every day, you know. the drinks from the cafe are expensive." you chuckle, gratefully accepting it and kissing him on the cheek.
"i don't mind. it gives me the chance to walk around a little bit too." kazuha smiles. you touch the side of the cup, noticing something off.
"..kazuha, did you stick flowers on the side of my drink?" you looked at him and peered back down to the small bundle of baby's breath.
he grins and pulls another twine-wrapped roll-up of freshly plucked daisies, petals slowly unfolding as they get revitalised after being in his pocket. kazuha sticks it into the folds of the tape used to hold the first stalks of flowers, smiling widely as he looks at the bigger bunch of blossoms.
your walk to the university is surrounded by an almost unearthly tranquil silence, save for the soft chatter between you and your freshman friend. as you were an international student, kazuha was paired with you to ease the move to japan. you didn't know that you could get along so well with someone right off the bat – when you first met, an unmistakable bond formed (yes, even through language barriers).
"the koi in the drains are active today." kazuha steps closer toward the drain, watching the koi swim.
the both of you walk towards your first class of the day, kazuha stopping outside momentarily to let you put your bag down, then watches you step out of the door again.
"i'll pick you up after class, okay?" he mumbles into the crook of your neck, your arms now wrapped around his in a tight hug.
"mm. we can go get coffee again later." you smile into his chest.
"i need to go. see you later." he presses a kiss to your forehead, looking back once he walks off and waves.
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Do u think these women care that he has a new one for every country… He’s w karina and then w women in other countries , she has to know?
Anon, you've never heard of "casual dating?" It's a thing. Look it up.
I know many women subscribe to the notion of "soulmates" or being with one person and one person only. But, that's only ONE type of relationship. There are MANY others.
Here's a few:
Like I said "casual dating," where neither party wants to be in an exclusive, committed relationship, and they are fine with everyone involved seeing different people casually.
There are FWB relationships aka Friends With Benefits. Basically two people who are friends but hook up every once in a while. Or more often than not, it's people who dated in the past, broke up, remained friends, and in between relationships, or on drunken nights out, hook up again occasionally.
Of course, there are people who choose to be in exclusive, committed relationships--they agree not to date or sleep with other people, and they are devoted to each other.
There is polyamory, which is being in relationships with multiple people. There are other variations of relationships, but you get the picture.
Again, these are all things most people know about, but I don't mind 'splaining them again.
Sam has been in exclusive, committed relationships in the past, namely with Abbie Salt and Mackenzie Mauzy. Since then, it's very CLEAR that he either hasn't found a woman he wants to be in another exclusive, committed relationship with, OR he's decided that he doesn't want that right now, and has been dating casually for a few years. I DON'T SEE ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT.
As for, do the women know? I say that's a resounding YES, THEY KNOW. From what my previous sources have told me, Sam is honest with the women he dates. Obviously, you have to also want to date casually.
And even if he weren't honest, unless the women never get on social media, they can all SEE who he follows, they can all SEE the stuff written about Sam's dating life by tabloids, and fan blogs, like mine, they can all SEE where he's tagged, etc. C'mon ladies, we all know that when a woman starts dating a man she's better than the F B I ( I spaced that out because I don't want to get on some watch list by the F B I , ye ken?). The first thing any woman dating a new man does is she and her friends all go stalk the dude's social media. And find out EVERTHING about him in less than an hour. This is even easier to do if the guy in question is famous. IOW, yes, the women Sam dates know what's what and who's who. Unless, they don't have a cell phone, laptop, desktop, tablet, or friends. JS.
In summary, everyone is on board and fine with things...and those who aren't, move onto someone else. Simple as that.
I hope that answers your question, Anon.
#samheughan#mackenziemauzy#abbiesalt#karinaellelisenbee#karinaelle#casual dating#exclusive relationship#polyamory#fwb#friendswithbenefits
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Leona Headcanon : Being really stubborn that MC has had enough.
TAGS : Leona Kingscholar / Savanaclaw / Twisted Wonderland
Disclaimer: This is Fictional, does not contain spoilers.
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" You really are a stupid lion, huh? "
MC has had enough. They cross their arms whilst giving an irritated look. Leona has been acting really stubborn for a while because he wants to portray his mighty leader attitude, ' I can change them ' type. That ticked them off because he bosses everyone around, does work for him when he hasn't done ANYTHING for ANYONE.
The Housewarden was confused whether he should just ignore them or be offended. He did the latter and grabbed the sheets of his bed, pillows and lied down which caused MC to stomp their foot.
" You always do this! you sleep all your problems away, hoping the rest of the House could fix it! "
What MC didn't know, is that Leona had been 'acting'. He only acted the way he did because he didn't want to show weakness towards everyone. He didn't want to be judged by the rest. Voices of doubt suddenly flood his mind which caused him to cover his ears. Mc took this the wrong way.
" Oh, so now you don't want to listen to me? Come on Leona- "
" LEAVE ME ALONE! "
The lion snaps, now sitting up from his bed and gave a sinister look at MC, like an animal would a prey. MC was shocked, eyes widened. They have never seen Leona this angry. He may have this angry look at him every time you see him, but he never snaps.
" Leona, I just... want to talk. Is that so bad? "
' What could a herbivore like you say to ME? I am the Housewarden! I listen to no one. That's YOUR job. "
" THAT'S NOT AN EXCUSE TO ACT THE WAY YOU ARE NOW! "
MC then inhaled deeply as to calm down after their shout and hoped that Leona would too, but it didn't work. He still had that stupid face.
" The others have been feeling down, Ruggie, and me. The way you run things here is getting out of hand. "
Leona clicked his tongue, standing up to walk past MC with arms crossed, now refusing to look at them. Deep inside, he wanted to tell them that he didn't mean anything bad at all. He just couldn't formulate the words properly.
" Everyone here admires you, look up to you, and care for you...
me included... "
MC then blushed a little after and hid their face. It was no use since Leona wasn't exactly looking.
" I can't change you, I know that. But let me just remind you. '
" I don't need anyone's words... not even from you... "
He lowers his head, became quiet for a while. MC then started to wonder if he was okay due to him standing for too long. When they walked closer, they could hear faint sniffles. The lion was actually crying! Again, he never cries. MC didn't know what to do at first, but after a few more seconds, they hugged him from behind. They now knew... They just did.
" W-What are y-you doing!? Let go of m-me! "
But MC didn't. They held onto him like glue, no matter how Leona's body wiggles. He eventually gave up and let them. It kind of felt nice to him too.
" Leona, you can't keep this tough-guy-act going. I realized now that you have been... hiding your true feelings. "
" W-What made you think I was h-hiding? "
" Crying wasn't exactly a good hiding choice. "
The lion tried to wipe his tears and sniffled more to calm down just as they said that, but failed. Normally, he could control his tears but this time he couldn't.
" It's okay to be sad, to cry, and to be vulnerable... I understand... "
He coughs a little and placed a hand on his face, wiping more tears. Who knew he held these tears for so long that even he didn't know. It took a moment to collect himself before asking;
" Why... do you care anyway? "
MC didn't answer. Why DID they care? Why DID they go this far to see this side of Leona? He now turns to face MC, his green eyes searching for an answer. They couldn't help but to look back at those eyes, even considered they were a beautiful shade of green. They blush a bright red and hid once again. At the back of their mind, they want to pull away but... didn't do so.
' B-Because... R-Ruggie nags me all the time! H-He e-even uses his magic on me... "
That was a lie. But, Ruggie did nag them. Upon hearing this, Leona chuckles and patted MC's head out of the blue, smiling afterwards.
" You... have guts. I... respect that. But next time, do not raise your voice at me. "
MC then gave a short ' hehe ' before apologizing.
" And... I'll think about what you said. "
He blushes and placed a hand on the nape of his neck, hiding like what MC did. Not gonna lie, it was cute seeing this side of him too.
" And don't tell anyone, ESPECIALLY Ruggie, that I cried! "
MC just laughs, glad that things worked out in the end.
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This Wasn't What I Wanted.
🥀Pairing: Beomgyu x fem!reader
🥀Genre: Angst, Fluff (if you squint hard enough baby, sorry-)
🥀Warnings: mentions of; violence, death, cussing, Beomgyu was slightly a jerk at first:( (and if I miss something please do tell me, thank you<33)
🥀W/c: __
🥀Disclaimer(s);
the header and divider in this post were both made/edited by me !! So please don't come at me for "not giving credit"<3
This does not represent txt's Choi Beomgyu in any way !! Anything and basically everything that this post contains are out of pure fiction. So please don't take anything too seriously!<3
🥀A/n✉: hello lovelies !! Yes, I'm alive. Just not well. Anyways, I'm writing this fic because I had a dream about it and I'm making it everyone's problem<3. This is also not proofread so if you see some dents here and there I'm sorry 😭 Anyways, Hope you guys enjoy! if you do, please reblog/reply and just give me your thoughts, it would really mean alot to me! Thank you! Mwah mwah<33
You're currently walking down the hallway of your school, on your way to your next period. Your attention was just focused on your reviewer you personally made for this periods' quiz. You were nervous. Hands shaking as you mumbled out some words as you tried to read parts that you were having trouble with over and over again, skimming through each page quickly. Students walking pass by you thought you were crazy. Well, you did look the part.
"Y/n!"
You suddenly snapped back to reality once you heard your name echoed through the halls by a familiar voice. Shooting your head towards the direction to face its' owner.
And there you saw Huening Kai running towards your direction, something in his hands that was other than his back and nintendo on the other.
"Hey, Hyuka, what's u---"
"No time to chat! This is for you!" He gently shoves something in your hands as he stopped and jogged in place behind you for a second, waving whilst up holding a smile. "I need to go now! My class is about to start!" With that, he left you, slightly dumfounded as you stared down at the item in your hands.
It was a small box with a red ribbon neatly tied around it. Containing... your favorite chocolate?? You sighed as you looked back at the hallway where Huening had passed, thinking this was actually from it. Just then you noticed a yellow tag which was attached to the ribbon while you were inspecting it's packaging slowly.
It was a note. Which read;
Hope you like these. I sorta forgot what kind of these you liked someone I got each and every one, just in case. I hope you enjoy them;) -Beomgyu♡
You almost jumped in place as the feeling of excitement started to kick in. But you were too shocked to even move an inch.
"Beomgyu?? The Beomgyu?? He gave this to me????" You thought to yourself, in disbelief. More questions in your mind that were left unansweared as the bell rung, making your excitement turn into panic once you realized that you were late for your next period.
Running to your classroom. You couldn't help but have a little smile creep up onto your lips as the thought of Beomgyu. Your crush since gradeschool. Gave you your favorite chocolate(s). You thought he didn't even give two fucks about what you kept on babbling to him on the way to school. Since you both were neighbors, both of you would sometimes end up walking together to school if his friends don't pick him up in their flashy cars.
Your stomach felt so warm and fuzzy inside. The thought that he even remembered your favorite kind of chocolate, let alone even listen to you when you mentioned it, caused your heart to do backlips.
After class ended; you were on your way to the cafeteria. A huge smile that could almost reach the sky was still plastered to your face. Books still in hand. Staring at the sky as you were dreaming of how sweet Beomgyu could be and etc.
Your thoughts got run over once you tripped on one of the broken tiles that was slightly lifted up. You closed your eyes and embraced yourself for the harsh impact. Yet, it didn't come. You felt strong arms wrapped around you, the reason why you weren't harmed, not even a scratch.
You opened your eyes to see Taehyun's piercing yours, a look of dissappointment in his face. Sighing, he stood you back up your feet and collected the books that you dropped on the floor. You quickly knealt down to help him but finished once you barely picked up a single book from the tiled floor.
He shook his head as he took the book frok your hands, offering to carry them for you. You protested yet he insisted. So you nod and thank you. Both of you walking to the cafeteria together. As usual.
Taehyun was and still is your bestfriend since junior high (middleschool). You didn't know how he still puts up with you after all these years. But he says he just simply enjoys your company. Just that. He never further elaborated. He just ended his statement there. You questioned him; "That's it?" And he just responds with a shrug and went back to whatever he was doing during your conversation.
"First; you act like you were possed while reciting your review sheet. And now you're looking like someone who just broke out of a Mental Hospital, smiling like a crazy person. You looked like you were thinking of multiple ways on how to chop someone up and different dishes you'd turn them to fpr dinner." He said with a straight face, still focuses on the road and checking your every step within the range of his periphiral vision.
"Well... that was detailed. Too detailed, Tyun." He shrugged, tugging your sleeve to make you avoid another broken tile. He mouths out a "whatever" and opens the door to the cafeteria with his free hand and lets you in first before entering. "I'm staarrvinggggg." You sat down on a random table while Taehyun left to go get both of you food.
You then Beomgyu sitting with Huening, Soobin, and your brother; Yeonjun, a few tables across yours. As always. You smiled, seeing Beomgyu smile at one remark his friend made to the other. Whenever he smiles you feel like your world starts to slow down. You couldn't see anyone but him as of the moment.
Taehyun came back with two trays in hand. He stared at you with a frown. Your chin rested in the palm of your hands, staring at someone with complete heart eyes. It didn't even take him a second to realize whom you were staring at. "Whom else?" He thought.
After placing your tray of food infront of you, he snaps his fingers before sitting down on the opposite side of the table.
"Careful there, pup. You might start to salivate any moment now." He comments, slurping on hos noodles after his statement.
You pout at him as you cross your arms at your chest. He didn't bother looking back at you as he continued to it. Sighing, you opened your bag. "Tyun, tyun, look,"
He hums as a response before lifting his head up to look at you, wiping his slightly stained lips with his handkercheif.
Pulling out the box Huening handed you earlier you showed ot to him. "It says Gyu gave it.."
"Hardly." Slurp.
"Can you at least consider being a little less harsh to me sometimes? It's like I'm not even your friend." You frown, acting a little offended as your hand flew to your chest. Taehyun frowns back at you, making you clear your throat and continue what you were saying.
"Soooo... he gave me my favorite chocolates! Isn't he soooo sweet? He even picked out every kind of it, just in case I only like one specific kind."
"Your mom does that everyday I don't see any differe-" bonk. You --not so harsly-- smack his head with a book and continue to speak.
"And now I don't know how I should thank him. Should it be through text? Or in person?"
"Do you even have his number?"
"Infact.. yes. Yes I do."
"You've gone too fa--" bonk.
"I have it because Yeonjun saved it on my phone when he needed to message him but his phone was dead. Get it?? Do you really think I'd lower my pride and ask him for his number?"
"No. Actually, I thought you were being a total creep and hacked open his phone and maybe took a glimpse of his number and phot-" bonk. He sucks in a deep breath, trying to mentain his cool and rubs the spot you kept on hitting.
"Wooowww. You're some best friend, Tyun." You say, sarcasm aboviously could be heard from your choice of tone.
"Yeah, Satan especially sent me here to make your life miserable." You scoff and took out your phone.
"Okay. I'm just gonna text him."
"Pussy."
"SHUT UP?????"
Taehyun chuckled and waved his hand. "Sorry, sorry, just get it over with. You need to finish your food and head to class soon."
You nod and opened Beomgyu's contact.
To; Gyu (･´з`･)💕
Hey Gyu!
It's Y/n! Thank you for the chocolates<3
"The contact name..." You turn around to see Taehyun behind you, staring at your phone, disgust was written all over his face. Gagging as his covered his mouth with his left hand.
You glare at him and nudge his stomach with your elbow. Making him bend over a bit and groan, hugging his stomach.
You peek your head to Taehyun's side to see if Beomgyu noticed the message. And he did. The notification on his phone making the four men look at Beomgyu's phone in his hands. You turn back to your phone, trying not to be obvious that you were looking at them.
Meanwhile, Taehyun saw that two of the boys teasing him as the four checked the message, while Huening Kai stayed silent as Beomgyu glared at him. Beomgyu sighed and opened his phone and started to type. He waves his hand to the boys, asking for a little privacy as he replies. Taehyun frowned and turned his attention back to you and your phone.
"HE'S TYPING...!" You scream whisper, as you shake Taehyun's arm. He just replied with a hum, attention on what Beomgyu was going to reply.
From; Gyu(･´з`･)💕
Hey uhm..
What chocolates?
Oh..
The ones inside a small box??
Lmao those are for Mia XD
You felt your heart ache. Mia? She was one of your closest friends in your class. Pretty. Smart. Muse of almost every event. She was like every girl could ever dream to be. And you were no exemption.
From; Gyu(･´з`･)💕
Sorry for the misunderstanding, y/n.
Huening didn't listen carefully to me.
I wanted him to give the box to you and put it under her desk. You're classmates, right?
To; Gyu (･´з`･)💕
I'll be sure to do that.
From; Gyu(･´з`･)💕
thanks, y/n-nie:)
You didn't reply after that. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes. You lowered your head and shakily put back your phone into your bag. You felt Taehyun's hand on your shoulder, gently tightening it's grip before rubbing and up and down motion on your back. Trying to comfort you.
"You were right, Tyun, these aren't even meant for me. I was being delusional. Wasn't I?" You sniffled. Wiping your tears as you lifted up your head and faked a smile, forcing a small chuckle out your throat.
You could do so much better than that, Y/n.. Taehyun thought. He didn't say anything, the frown on his face turning into a look of concern.
Standing up from your seat, you took your back and slung it over your shoulder and quickly picked up your books.
"I gotta go now, 'kay? I just remembered I had something to do. See you after school, Tyun!" before you could leave, you felt Taehyun's hand grab your arm.
"You didn't even eat, y/n. Knowing you, you even skipped breakfast earlier, didn't you?"
"I did.... But I'm not hungr-"
"You just stated you were starving, earlier." You lowered your head, gently removing his grip from your arm.
"I.. lost my appetite. And besides," you spun around, both hands behind your back, forcing yourself to smile at him as you point your head behind you. "I've been trusted with a special mission. And it's from Gyu!"
Taehyun didn't know what to say. He just retracted back his hand and nodded hesitantly. You thank him and rush to your classroom.
You were thankful that nobody was inside. Swiftly taking out the box from your bag, you stared at it for a few seconds before pkacing it underneat Mia's desk.
You stood there, scoffing, "To think he'd actually give me that was just so rediculus." You whisper to yourself before going to your spot in class, which was two tables away from Mia's, taking a seat and laying your head down on your desk.
Feeling your stomach rumble, you placed your hand against it. Regretting to not even take a bite of the lunch Taehyun got for the two of you. "Stupid. Just plain stupid, y/n." You thought.
You could just go back to the cafeteria for Tyun, but after what scene you made in front of him, you just couldn't. You felt like you'd just embarrass yourself more than you're feeling now.
When the bell finally rung, you saw your classmates come inside the classroom in groups, pairs and some by themselves.
Your attention was on Mia. Once she entered, you kept your eye on her from the corner of your eye. She waved at you and you wabed back, a smile on both of your faces but who knows if both were genuenly even real and sencere. You saw as she sat down, she immediately noticed the box with a red ribbon around it.
She opened the box and her face lit up. She looked back at the lip of the box, seeing the yellow tag. After reading it, her white cheeks turning into a shade of dustly rose pink, a huge smile was then plastered on her face. Hugging the box, holding it close to her chest.
You smiled, seeing her reaction. You layed your head back into your arms as they rested on your desk. Her soft golden hair bouncing as he made small jumps of excitement. Her eyes glowing while she smiles. Who wouldn't fall for her? You hid your face into your arms. Again, feeling so stupid.
Both of them look good together. You thought. Your eyes; not being able to keep the some years from falling, you shed some drops here and there. But you sniffled quietly to avaid attracting any attention to you. Which was the least thing you wanted now.
After class, which you swore you slept through it half way, you rushed out the room and went to the waiting shed that was near the gates of the school. Your usual meet up place with Taehyun whenever you arrived and were about to leave school.
Once Taehyun saw you as he lifted up his head from his phone, he placed it back to his pockets. He smiled whilst waving at your direction.
You waved back. A soft, weak smile on your face. Taehyun wasn't stupid to not notice that you were still upset. But he didn't want to bring it up. It might upset you more. So he decided to just help you distract yourself from today's events.
After Taehyun dropped you off at your house, you felt so drained. You went to your bathroom and change. Your parents werent at home since they come home from work late at night. So it was just basically you and Yeonjun most of the time. But he wasn't also at home right now. You remembered him telling you at breakfast that he wouldn't be home for tonight since him and his friends decided to have a sleep over at Huening Kai's place. And now it was just you.
That's why sometimes you were even questioning if your parents actually cared for the both of you. They never seemed to be interested in your daily lives. Never asked how you guys were doing. They'd never have incontact with you if you weren't the one to approach them. You sighed.
Being alone didn't bother you. You liked your space. Your alone time. But sometimes, like everybody else, you wanted someone to keep you company every once in while.
As you washed your face, you stared up at the mirror above your sink, staring at your reflection. You looked so sorrowful. Eyes not lit with the usual joy that fuels your body. Your lips weren't even the slightest lifted into a smile.
You sighed, wiping some steam off of your mirror where it reflected your face before closing the lights and exiting your bathroom, plopping yourself onto your bed.
How many nights had you stared at the ceiling instead of sleeping, wondering what about you was so lacking? No matter how hard you tried, you still felt like you weren't ever enough.
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The next day, you just stayed in your bed for s few hours the second you woke up. Not even bothering to get up to open the door for your bother; Yeonjun, whom was spam calling you and almost banging on the gate to your house for almost 20 minutes.
After a while you suddenly heard someone knock on your door before opening it. You didn't even look at your door to even check who it was. You could already feel Yeonjun's glare burn the back of your head. "Really? Y/n what if I was a serial killer and just waltz inside your room and was about to kill you? Would you still ignore me?" he said, crossing his arms.
"And why didn't you answer my calls? I was out there banging on the gate to hopefully get your attention. People whom passed by thought I was crazy!"
You just groan and hug your pillow, hiding underneath your blanket. "Sorry.." you said with a groggy and dead voice.
Yeanjun's furious expression suddenly softened. He sighed and sat down next to you on your bed. Shaking you by the shoulder.
"Okay okay, I'm not mad anymore. But damn sis, are you okay? Woke up at the wrong side of the bed or somethin'?" he gently lifts up the blanket to see your face. Your eyes were bloodshot red and black circles could be noticed from underneath them.
"What the fuck-- Y/n what happened to you!?" you glared and him and sat down.
"Lower your voice, will 'ya?" Yeonjun apologized before tilting his head to take a good look at your face.
"But seriously, what happened?"
"I just.." you paused, trying to think of an excuse. To say that you've been crying over why your crush doesn't really like you nor take an interest in you was just childish. He might just tease you if you were to tell him that. "I had another.. Nightmare. And I didn't get to sleep well when I suddenly woke up at 3 in the morning."
Yeonjun frowned, contemplating if he should buy what you said or not. He sighed and gave you a hug, patting your back. "You wanna talk about it?"
"...No.." you answered, hugging him back.
"Okay, then.. Get your ass up! I'm making breakfast." your brow jerked up, looking at him slightly confused.
"Since when?"
"Excuse me? I make a mean breakfast if I do say so myself." he said, a hand on his chest and the other officer his hip.
"By 'mean', do you mean like, 'burning down the house, mean'?" Yeonjun glared at you and you laughed. You stood up from your bed and went downstairs to the kitchen before he could say a word.
"Are you that excited to taste my cooking?" you rolled your eyes at him before sitting down on the kitchen counter.
"No. I'm just here to monitor you just in case you might burn something."
"Why you little-"
And let's say your morning got way better than expected. You and Yeonjun ate breakfast together and played some games in his PS5. Everything was all fine and dandy until you got a notification from a gc where you, Huening Kai, and Taehyun were in.
Hyuka🗿
Hey besties💕
Wake up.
Rise from the dead 👹
Tyun-nie🛐
What is it this time?
I'm busy working out.
Y/n👑
What's up?
Hyuka🗿
I have tea<3
Y/n👑
Spill.
Hyuka🗿
did you guys know that Mia is going to a different country?
Well now you do👹
Y/n👑
does Gyu know?
Hyuka🗿
Idkkkkk, try and ask him
You stared at Huening Kai's message. Contemplating if you should actually ask him or not. But out of curiosity, you sucked in a deep breath and open Beomgyu's contact.
To; Gyu (･´з`･)💕
hey Gyu,
Uhm, do you know that Mia is moving to a different country soon?
It took him a while to read your message, and once you saw that he was typing, your heart was beating so fast. You didn't know if asking him that was actually okay. Since it wasn't even your business.
From; Gyu(･´з`･)💕
Hmm?
Oh. Yeah.
She just told me earlier today.
To; Gyu (･´з`･)💕
oh, I see
I was just curious hehe
Byebye:)
Beomgyu just reacted with a like on your message. You didn't wanna sulk over something like that so you just went back to the gc.
Y/n👑
Ok, so he knows. She told him earlier today:)
Hyuka🗿
I see
But like
Do you guys have an idea why she's moving? 🤔
Tyun-nie🛐
Her parents are taking her away??
Hyuka🗿
Yes, and? What else??
Tyun-nie🛐
idfk
how do you expect us to know these shit💀
Hyuka🗿
Aish....
It's because she has a heart disease.
Tyun-nie🛐
....
Y/n👑
..???
Hyuka🗿
Yeah... Her cousin told me:(
Y/n👑
does... Gyu know about this...?
Hyuka🗿
Unfortunately, no:(
Mia doesn't want Gyu to know,
Tyun-nie🛐
But isn't Beomgyu planning on waiting and hoping for Mia to come back....?
Hyuka🗿
we can't do anything about that, sadly..
It's her faith..
Y/n👑
No.
Gyu is going to get hurt.
I don't want him to loose someone he loves and cares about.
I can't live seeing him devastated and heart broken.
"Hey... Y/n? What's with the face?" you look to your side, seeing Yeonjun approaching you with two glasses of orange juice.
You immediately close your phone and fix your face. "Nothing. I just saw some... Disturbing news. That's all." you gave him a smile as you take the glass of juice that he was handing to you.
"Mhm.. So uhm, I'll be away for like, a week or something. I already told mum and dad. They agreed. As long as I'm with Hyuka and his parents. They invited me and Gyu for a beach vacation or something like that. I'll update you though. Okay?"
You frown, almost not liking the idea that he's leaving you again all alone. But you didn't want to be a burden to him by babysitting you. So you nod and smiled at him.
That same night; Yeonjun bid his goodbyes to you, hugging him before marching away with his bags in hand. You saw as the car that was waiting for Yeonjun opened, Beomgyu was the first to greet him. He was laughing and smiling after greeting your brother. It warmed your heart seeing him happy like that.
You met his eyes one last time, nodding before Yeonjun hopped in the car, you gave him and the others a weak smile and a wave goodbye before Beomgyu closed the door. You were left alone. Once again.
⇱ ⇢ Time Skip; 1week and 1day later ⇲
Beomgyu was staring at his bedroom ceiling, feeling bored, he stood up and got some decent clothes to change in and decided to collect the gang. So he started with Yeonjun. Since they were neighbors, he didn't mind walking his way to his place.
When he knocked the door; surprisingly, it wasn't Yeonjun whom answered. It was Huening Kai. Huening's face was first shown with a surprised expression before suddenly his eyebrows furrowed.
"Hey, Huening? What's up? What're you doing here?" Beomgyu questioned, head tilting to the side.
"..Beomgyu, I think it isn't the right time for you to show up here right now..."
Beomgyu frowned. Arms on his hips. "And why is th-"
Before he could finish his sentenced, he was cut off by somebody's fist harshly meeting with his face. Beomgyu took a few steps backwards, holding his cheek while staring at the attacker. Yeonjun.
"FUCKING LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT, BEOMGYU!!"
"YEONJUN-HYUNG! STOP!" Taehyun yelled out, trying to hold back the elderly member of the group.
"FUCK YOU! I HATE YOU MAN! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Yeonjun barked. "LET GO OF ME, TAEHYUN! LET ME FUCKING AT 'EM!"
"Hey... What the fuck are you talking about, Yeonjun??" Beomgyu said, not trying to raise his voice. He stared at Yeonjun. His eyes looked like he'd been crying a river. Face all red. Tear stains were visible here and there on his flushed cheeks as new ones flowed down from his eyes once more. Pain and anger could be sensed in his voice.
"FUCK YOU ALL! FUCK YOU AND YOUR FUCKING GIRLFRIEND!" Beomgyu lunged at Yeonjun just then and punched his face.
"HEY HEY!" Huening yelled, trying to hold back Beomgyu.
"Look! If you have a fucking problem with me just say it, old man! Don't fucking bring Mia into this." Beomgyu snapped back.
"OHOHO! SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE BROUGHT INTO THIS. IT'S HER FAULT! FUCK HER!" Yeonjun's voice was so loud that it attracted some neighbors to come out of their houses and see what the fuss was about.
"Are you drunk? Whatever the problem is, Yeonjun, let's just calm down and talk it out. Let's try and fix thi---" Yeonjun got even more furious and shoved Taehyun's arms away from him and gave Beomgyu another punch. Taehyun quickly tried to pull him away from Beomgyu.
"FUCK OFF!! IT'S OVER!! NOTHING CAN FIX THIS!" Beomgyu glared at Yeonjun, questioning him. "SHE'S FUCKING GONE!"
"...what..? Who??" Beomgyu asked.
"Y/n....." Huening Kai mumbled, his grip on Beomgyu unwillingly loosened.
"What? Is she missing or something?" Yeonjun screamed in irritation at Beomgyu's statement.
"Oh? You don't fucking know???? MAYBE BECAUSE ALL YOU EVER CARED ABOUT WAS MIA. MIA MIA MIA MIA. FUCKING SHIT BEOMGYU." he paused. "Did you ever think about Y/n...?" Yeonjun's brows frowned in a way that showed more sorrow than anger, voice cracking and shaking as he spoke.
"I.... I don't get you, Yeonjun."
"SHE'S FUCKING DEAD, CHOI BEOMGYU. DEAD. DO YOU HEAR ME???" Beomgyu's body froze.
"...I don't understand... IM SORRY FOR YOUR FUCKING LOSS... But what does that fucking have to do with me and Mia, Huh!? Did she kill herself because she couldn't accept that I'm finally with someone!?" Yeonjun growled.
"YOU ASSHOLE!" Yeonjun had enough and pushed Taehyun aside, pouncing on Beomgyu. Making him and Huening fall. Yeonjun was trying to punch Beomgyu's face but Beomgyu tried his best to block each punch with his arms as a shield.
"YOU DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND ANYTHING BECAUSE THAT FUCKING PERFECT GIRLFRIEND OF YOURS HID THE TRUTH FROM YOU ON WHY SHE'S MOVING TO A DIFFERENT COUNTRY." Beomgyu was staring at Yeonjun. Yelling out a "WHAT".
"She has a heart disease, Beomgyu. You're fucking girlfriend was about to die. IT WAS HER FAITH.... BUT FUCKING SHIT GYU!" Yeonjun sobbed, wanting to punch Beomgyu again but gave up, his face now buried in his hands. Beomgyu stayed silent. Speechless.
"Y/N CHANGED HER FAITH. SHE FUCKING GAVE HER HEART TO MIA. SO THAT SHE COULD LIVE ON AND BE HAPPY. SO THAT SHE COULD SEE YOU HAPPY, BEOMGYU." Huening and Taehyun gently pulled Yeonjun off of Beomgyu.
"SHE WAS FUCKING WILLING TO GIVE AWAY HER OWN FUCKING LIFE! JUST SO SHE COULD SEE YOU HAPPY! SHE WANTED YOU TO BE HAPPY EVEN THOUGH IF YOU WERE IN THE ARMS OF SOMEONE ELSE!" Yeonjun broke down there, he screamed in pain whilst crying. "of all people... Why my sister... She doesn't deserve to go to heaven yet.. No no.... Fuck...."
Beomgyu stood up. Staring at Yeonjun in disbelief. He slowly inched closer to Yeonjun, hand reaching out for him. "Yeonjun, I...."
"Just go." Taehyun said coldly. Beomgyu had no choice. Gyu nodded and said sorry before walking away.
The next day, Yeonjun got the news that Beomgyu moved to a different country. He was sad that he lost a friend. But he'd already lost you. The treasure he promised to you and himself that he'd keep safe no matter what. But he failed. He now doesn't know whom he should blame.
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Years passed and Beomgyu went back to his old house to visit his parents. Him and Mia ended things after a week of what happened last time he was here.
He wanted to visit Yeonjun and give him a proper apology, but he also realized that he owed you and apology too. He still had connections with Huening Kai after all these years so he knew where you were.
Once he reached the cemetery where you were, he looked around almost everywhere just to find you. And when he did, he felt chills run up his spine. He gulped and knelt down to the stone which had your name carved on it, a picture of You that was framed was also present near some candles that were about to go out any moment.
He stared at your picture, his heart ached, realizing how much he'd miss seeing you. How much he missed your voice. You smile. Your crazy laughs. He missed walking to school with you by his side. He was missing you.
Placing a rose on your tomb stone, you started to sob. He wasn't sure what the reason was. Was it pure out of guilt? Was he missing you that much?
"I'm really sorry Y/n.. I really am.. I.. It should've been me who did that.. I should've been the one whose gone. Not you. You don't deserve this. Y/n I-I... Fucking shit I miss you, goddammit..." he sniffled. "6 feet never felt so far..."
After pouring out his heart with all the things he wished he'd told you before, he took in a deep breath. He suddenly hugged your tomb stone, feeling a little stupid and crazy for it but he didn't care.
His tears flowed down his cheeks like a rushing waterfall. Falling down onto the candle, making the fire burn out. "This wasn't what I wanted..."
✒ End.
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ok time for me to ramble about some of my problems yippee--
it's a bit long so only read if you wanna since this bit gets into some personal stuff and problems, and there's a summary in the tags of the important account stuff anyway so yea only read if you want to
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ok so,
dgs has been something really special to me ever since i first played it, and i like the games more than the mainline ace attorney ones if im being honest. when i got kazzie in 2021 i wasn't really expecting that i would end up deciding to make an account for him at all, but here we are! i know the account started in december of that year, but i feel like i definitely did more in 2022 since i posted more that year, so i kinda see 2022 as the year of the beginning of kazzie.
but something that also happened in 2022 is that i've become really lazy (lazy is a bit of an understatement tbh) and my mind's been practically shutting down w/ ideas on what to do with regards to everything ever, and it's still ongoing so i'm in a bit of a pickle with regards to that. i've also lost a lot of motivation and have been getting absorbed into different content that has been depleting my motivation even more. i guess it's a combination of lowering mental health and interest if that makes sense. it's gotten bad to the point that i tend to just forget or not care about posting for this account sometimes.
with posting, i wanna post different things each day but everything around me is incredibly boring and i don't just wanna keep posting the same stuff each day because of the fact that im running out of things to post about. i also can’t really go out and look for stuff since i'm a minor that needs their parents to take them everywhere, and i don't really have any opportunities for cool pictures or experiences to happen because the place that i live in doesn’t have anything interesting about it at all and i also don’t have the kind of money which lets me go out and explore.
however!!! despite my dying motivation and such, i don't want to just abandon this account cuz it's brought me a lot of happiness and a lot of people have genuinely enjoyed the posts of this account (which to be honest im really surprised that y'all actually like this silly content that much but it makes me really happy to see you guys enjoying kazzie's existence as much as i do), so i'm gonna keep holding on!!!
but anyway, i'm gonna shift to weekly posts starting on the 14th of this month in the hopes that it'll help me get more picture opportunities and more motivation. i'll also change the account's name to weekly-kazzie when this happens. this won't be permanent though as i will eventually go back to daily kazzie posting once im feeling better and get enough motivation and content to post!
thank you to the probably two or three people that read this, and once again im really greatful to everyone who's enjoyed my silly lil content and posts with kazzie!
here's to another year of kazzie posting and vibing!
#basic summary is that i'm probably gonna shift to weekly posts instead of daily since ive been missing a bunch of days already#and ive been pretty distracted lately so ill probably initiate this change on the 14th of this month#and on that day ill also be changing the account name to weekly-kazzie#im really greatful to everyone who's been here and enjoying my silly posts and here's to another year!#kazuma asogi#kazuma asougi#asougi kazuma#tgaa#the great ace attorney#dgs#dai gyakuten saiban#daily kazzie bank 📷#profile beans 💭#uhhhhh do i not have a tag for personal stuff? welp im making one now-#personal fluff 🌧
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Burn (Bakugou x Reader)
Pairing: Bakugou x Reader
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort
Summary: You've been going through a personal situation with someone, Bakugou makes a suggestion to help you feel better about it.
Word Count: 1978
Warnings: Broken relationships, burning things, DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME WITHOUT PROPER SAFETY PRECAUTIONS
Tags: @theyenvymarleyyy @yamichxn @liviitehe
A/N: So... I'm back with another story... I've been going through some stuff since winter and this was the best way I could vent some of my feelings out, so just let me have this please. I wrote it in like January and stepped away from it for months so I could edit it without being in that same emotional mindset, so I hope you guys enjoy it still!
"Babe, what are you doing?"
I hear his shuffling footsteps behind me as I'm rolling a small lump of dough in my hands. For a moment, I wince because I already know I'm going to get a lecture and Bakugo likes to get his full 9 hours of sleep like a responsible person. But I don't look at him, instead choosing to concentrate on getting just the right amount of dough into my hands. "I'm baking cookies," I answer simply.
He groans. "It's 4 in the morning, why the HELL are you baking cookies?"
I hesitate placing the balled dough on my kitchen scale for a beat before returning to my rhythm. There are so many ways to answer that question, many of them would worry him. Hell, they worry me. So many answers that would require an unraveling of complex emotions that I'd rather not think about, nor would I prefer to visit right now because I don't feel like crying in the middle of the kitchen at this time of night. But at the same time, the fact that I am making cookies at a nocturnal time is cause for worry.
It means it's getting bad. Again.
I sigh, plopping the neatly rolled up ball onto the baking sheet next to me. "Because I've lost control of my life." That's not a bad way to start, I guess.
Bakugou groans again - I can already see his head thrown back exasperatedly even with my back to him - and he approaches my workstation. His annoyed gaze darts between the bowl of cookie dough, the parchment paper lined kitchen scale, and the baking sheet. He studies me, crimson eyes narrowed in light disappointment. I don't even laugh nervously as I usually would. He sighs and turns to wash his hands. I continue portioning the dough out carefully, Bakugou taking his place next to me and helping me.
We work in silence. I know he's less than enthused about being woken up in the middle of his beauty sleep to do something like baking, but I'm pleased that he doesn't ask questions (yet).
Once the cookies are in the oven baking, we set the timer and Bakugou slides them in the oven before turning to me arms crossed. "So, you wanna tell me what's going on?"
Standing across from him, I needed to hold onto the cool countertop for support. I've been wondering how to tell him for a while. This argument I had with someone else had nothing to do with him, but he's the closest person to me. He deserves to know at least what's going on, I just didn't know how much I should tell him. There was a chance he'd think differently of me, knowing I have some ugly thoughts.
"Come on." His tone softens. "For the past few weeks, you've been more quiet, less talkative, you're spacing out more, you're doing some weird new things," he motions to the dirty dishes on the counter, "And Sundays are your designated going-out days but you've been skipping them. What's going on?"
I look down at the floor. "I've... just had a lot on my mind lately." It's not a complete lie.
"Obviously, it's something you're not telling me. I know you're not being totally honest. Spit it out."
The line about being honest triggers a wave of memories, sending a wave of melancholy chaos so brutal I slide down to the cold floor to stabilize myself, curling up into a ball. A fresh wave of sobs threatens to come out as I cover my mouth.
"W-Oh sh- Babe, I didn't mean to-"
"No, it's fine," I manage out shakily, my voice already higher and cracking. "I needed to tell you sometime and I've been neglecting you, I'm sorry." I motion for him to sit next to me, swallowing the rock in my throat.
I tell him everything. Every detail of my slow burn argument that lasted almost a whole week, starting from inciting events weeks ago to the climactic end last week. All my regrets, my mistakes, my anger, my insults, my self-doubt, my regrets, all the unspoken words I've kept to myself. Everything rushed out of me to the point where I was sobbing and shaking, Bakugou cradling me in his arms. I thought I would've been able to handle it, pushing it down for me to handle and process later, but later never came because I was trying to delay facing them. My fear of showing him the innermost darkest and broken parts of me that I thought would push him away. I realize I'm more of a mess than I thought I was; I let it build up by myself until I became a sobbing mess on the kitchen floor.
Katsuki stays silent, running his warm hands up and down my back and listening to everything I had to say, even if they weren't exactly coherent from the sobs.
"I knew something was wrong when you suddenly stopped going out and never told me anything." He pauses thoughtfully. "It must be hard to deal with mean thoughts since you're the nicest person I've met, but having them every once in a while doesn't suddenly make you a villain or something. They just come from feeling something, it's just human nature." He pulls back to look at me and wipe the tear trails off my face. "I still love you. I'm here for you, I won't leave just because you want to insult someone who hurt you. I think it's pretty hot, actually."
I manage a giggle, another tear falling. "Of course you would think that."
He wipes it away with the pad of his finger and smiles at me. "You're my superhero. I'm sorry you're feeling this way. I'll do anything I can to help you through this, if you'll let me. I know how hard it was to tell me."
I huddle against his chest, sitting between his legs to catch as much warmth as I can by hugging his arm over me. "You know, I didn't want to think about my feelings for so long. I wanted to ignore them as much as I could because I thought they were bad. I thought ignoring them meant being able to move on. I ran away from them until I was baking cookies at 4 am just to distract myself. I just... want to face them and be done with them."
"So burn 'em."
I stop tracing the back of his hand. "What?"
"Burn them. Y'know, like how spies burn important documents that they don't want other people finding."
I stare at him blankly. "What are you trying to say?"
Katsuki sighs. "You're the kind of person who needs to get things off your chest or it'll eat you alive. I know you still have a lot to say that you can't tell me, so just write what you feel. No sugarcoating. Exactly how you want to say them. And then, once it's out of your system," he snaps his fingers and creates a mini explosion for effect, "Burn it. No one else has to know."
The idea sounds perfect. I can be completely honest to myself, no matter how childish or insulting I will probably sound. And maybe some of my anger will be quelled by some form of destruction, I guess.
"You're doing the burning though, since you're so used to it."
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A week later, Katsuki and I stood outside in our concrete backyard in the dark night. There was no wind to bother the fire or make a sound. I huddle close to him, looking at the inked looseleaf in my hand.
The night I wrote these words, I was angry and vulnerable. Hesitant to start at first, I could stop myself after the first sentence. My thoughts barely echoed in my mind as they were reproduced on paper. The experience was in a limbo between autopilot robotic reproduction and furious out-of-body possession. The only thing I vaguely remember is how rhythmic the words flowed out of me and the red-tinted vision of me screaming them out into an abyss without consequence. I couldn't even recall anything I'd written, despite the same insults dangling behind my tongue for days. I felt lighter, freed, but afraid of what I might've said. I tucked the paper away without reading it for days.
It wasn't until a few hours earlier that I decided to revisit them. The person's voice was furious, almost like they were never allowed to speak before, but now they had free reign. This person was a prisoner standing on their field to be executed and desperate to have their last words heard before they croaked. Honestly, I would've been repulsed, only pitying them for their terrible decisions and upbringing that led them here. But these were mine. I'm the villain who had to take accountability.
I wish I could say I didn't mean them, but I wrote them, my intent is obvious. At least I can say I'm not proud of them. I said what I needed to say, now no one needs to see them. I'm going to let that side of me go.
Katsuki takes the paper from my hand. "Not gonna lie, this would be the first time I've intentionally set fire to something."
I raise an eyebrow. "You're telling me you've never tried to set fire to something before?"
He opens his mouth to object, but then closes it. "Okay, stupid drunk things don't count, I was under the influence." He takes a breath. "You ready?"
I nod, bracing myself.
The bottom of the paper erupts into a single brilliant flame, sending my heart into a frenzy at my instant danger reflex. My body tenses being this close to fire, but I relax as I focus on the bigger, beautiful picture. A weak halo surrounding us and illuminating the pavement, the spotless paper being consumed quickly, the flames ascending up and leaving charr in its place, the gradient of a blue base bleeding into blinding yellow and white outlined by an orange border. I watch as my messily scrawled words disappear like a dark curtain sweeping across it, rendering it useless as only the smell of smoke and ash take its place.
I embrace his free arm. Words wouldn't be enough to describe how grateful I am for him standing by me this entire time, supporting me, being available for me to open up to him, being my safe space, witnessing this with me.
The timeless moment bitterly ends as the last of the paper chars to black, the flame fizzling out into blue until only dark grey smoke remains in the darkness. I follow the trail up into the night sky as if hoping to catch a glimpse of my words flying away.
"You okay babe?" Katsuki whispers, not wanting to disturb the stillness.
I let my body relax. My chest feels strangely lighter but filled with a newfound relief. Is this what spiritual cleansing feels like? The darkness around me is almost dreamlike. "Yeah," I breathe, allowing myself a moment to come back down. "I feel much better."
"And now you understand the joy of setting things on fire." I can hear his smirk.
The punch I want to land on his face turns into a light tap on his arm as I snuggle closer to him. "Thank you for this."
Katsuki plants a kiss on top of my forehead and his arm engulfs around me. "It's the least I can do to help."
As we finally drag ourselves inside, I imagine the paper that's just burned in front of me, the inked words on it already forgotten. I'm satisfied with letting them go, knowing they can't hurt anyone else and I wasn't attached to them enough to be sad.
Whatever I wrote will be a secret even I don't know and what I set free.
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Hi! I'm the "Commonwealth Girl" request person and I thought she might be a smut and she might be 20 years old.
I'msorryisorryisorryisorryisorry!! I was editing it last night on my phone and this stupid thing posted it without my permisson, fuck.
I'm so sorry
Now you can enjoy the story completely.
Sorry for taking so long, I've been thinking about several ideas, but I wasn't convinced about any of them.
I hope you like it.
As always sorry for my English, it's not my first language.
Commonwealth.
Daryl Dixon (39) x Reader(20).
Anon Request.
Commonwealth Era Non-canon.
Warning: Smut.
Words: 6026.
Summary: You're too young for him, but he can't stop thinking about you.
N/A: I'm trying to fix the tag problem. Sorry if you have two notifications.
taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @twdeadfanfic @purple-serenity @ruinedbythehobbit
His eyes were once again riveted on your figure, there, talking to Lydia about something he had no idea about, but you looked encouraged by the conversation. On the one hand he felt good, relieved to see that Lydia has found someone to feel comfortable with and talk to. In Alexandria despite all she has done for the community there are still people who don't accept her and it hurts Daryl. After the Whisperers attack and losing Alexandria, Eugine found Stephanie and everyone was accepted into the Commonwealth if they followed some rules. Getting there reminded the archer of the early days in Alexandria, when Aaron took them there. The difference was that there they did have soldiers, people lived in peace within the walls of the Commonwealth, everyone had some assigned tasks, everyone had to abide by a set of laws, which in Daryl's eyes were absurd, but at least there was stability, enough supplies and people didn't have to worry about the Dead.
They had been in the community for several months, Michonne and Rick just as in Alexandria had received police badges, to make sure that the rules were respected, that everything remained calm. Glenn and Maggie were sent to the farms to help with the animals and crops. The younger ones were sent to school again, they weren't very happy, but it was what they had been assigned by age, even though they had spent much of their new life killing Walkers, that was irrelevant.
Daryl was assigned the hunter and soldier mission, apparently that was all it was good for and he didn't mind. It allowed him to get out of there, to keep exploring the woods, to make sure nothing and no one was hanging around close enough to be a real threat and the overwhelm of feeling cooped up lessened every time the gates opened.
His overwhelm and discomfort was not only because, despite the time spent, he felt uncomfortable in there, it was also caused because he couldn't stop looking at you and he knew it was wrong.
Damn it, you were what? Fifteen? Twenty years younger than he was? How old could you be? Sixteen? Seventeen? It was hard to calculate in the times you were in, but Daryl was fully aware that he was much older than you and yet there he was, watching you without batting an eye, as you shared a few laughs with Lydia and the rest of the young men in the community making his heart squeeze in his chest, what if you liked some younger guy? He couldn't blame you either, it was the law of life, they were more akin to you, how could you notice a grumpy, moody old man? A hick who...
"For God's sake, Daryl!" Carol huffed next to him and the hunter jumped into his skin as he didn't realize his best friend was there. "Why don't you go and talk to her directly?" She said in exasperation, rolling her eyes.
"W-what? I don't..."
"You were talking out loud, you know? I thought you were talking to me until I realized you weren't even blinking." There was amusement in her voice and at the same time a gleam of fondness crossed her eyes as the man lowered his head in embarrassment.
"She could be my daughter..."
"She could, but she's not, what if she has feelings for you too?" Daryl's head snapped up like a spring and Carol shrugged. "Is it that you plan to spend your life believing that no one deserves you?" Again there was sternness in her voice, she hated that her friend didn't value himself enough.
Carol left him there without waiting for him to answer anything just left him there with more doubt, if that was possible, hovering in his head. He grunted in disgust and paced back to his own duties, the least he wanted you to think of him was that he was a dirty old pervert.
However things weren't getting any better as the days went by, his gaze suddenly found himself looking for you almost desperately every day. Carol's words still echoing in his head.
"What if she has feelings for you too?"
"When are you going to stop thinking that no one deserves you?"
Maybe... Maybe she was right or maybe he was misreading things. It wasn't often, but for a few days now he sensed that your gazes would cross when the two of you coincided somewhere in the Commonwealth, you'd quickly avert your eyes, shy of being discovered, but the gesture was still there and that was what was driving him crazy.
"Rick..." He approached his friend that morning. He needed advice and both he and Carol were the people he felt most comfortable talking to.
"Daryl." He greeted him without taking his eyes off the map in front of him.
"Can we talk for a moment?"
"Sure, has something happened?" He looked up at him finally narrowing his eyes due to the morning sun. Daryl shook his shoulders, a usual gesture for him when something made him uneasy but he didn't know what to say.
"I have...how would ya feel if Carl dated someone older than him?" he asked suddenly. "Someone much older... I dunno... Like me." He spluttered and lowered his head like a puppy who's done something wrong and awaits his punishment.
"Carl broke up with Enid? And since when are you two dating?" there was surprise and at the same time mockery in the sheriff's voice, yet it wasn't a tone wanting to hurt his friend. Still Daryl felt offended, he had gone seeking his advice because he considered him a brother and the sheriff now had a smirk on his face that made him uncomfortable.
"Never mind, forget what..."
"You're talking about her, aren't you?" He quickly cut off his flight leaving him freezing, he turned to look at him, was it that obvious? "I've talked to Carol several times about this, no one who doesn't know you wouldn't realize what's going on, but to us you're transparent, bro."
"Great..." He growled angrily, pursing his lips angrily. "Go on, say it, I'm a fuckin' degenerate piece of shit."
"I wouldn't say so much, more like someone... Lost, confused, I don't think your feelings aren't sincere, don't get me wrong, I actually think you do like her, but you're terrified she'll find out, am I wrong? Why?" he asked without letting him answer the first one.
"'cause she's a child..." He mumbled lowering his head.
"Well... Let me tell you something, brother. Nowadays, no kid is really a kid." He shrugged. "For God's sake, don't think if we were talking about Judith or RJ I wouldn't cut your balls off, but we're talking about a grown girl. Maybe she still goes to school, like many here, because this whole thing collapsed her lifestyle, but she's not a kid anymore, Daryl. Carl stopped being one when she was eleven, do you think she's much more childish? Have you seen her with the rest of the kids here?" He knew it was a rhetorical question, of course Daryl had seen her.
"But..."
"Stop thinking about age, I don't even know how old I am now." He tried to joke, but that didn't make Daryl feel much better either. "I think what you should be thinking about is what's in front of you, what she's really like. Why do you feel that way about her and Lydia is different?" he threw out a question again that the hunter struck him dumb. He felt Rick's hand on his shoulder wanting to give him support and went back to concentrating on his own tasks.
Why do you feel this way about her and Lydia is different?
It was a good question, he was sure Lydia was younger than you, but you two had connected very well, ever since Daryl met the Ex-Whisperer, a feeling of protectiveness came over him. He could see himself reflected in her, for all she had been through, the fear she felt towards another, her abusive and crazy mother, the physical and mental abuse that took hold of her. Daryl felt he had to save her, take care of her. Almost as if he were her father.
But he never looked at her like he looked at you. He couldn't.
Maybe it was true what Rick said, age was not an important thing in those new times, what was important was how the person felt, how they grew and evolved. They had all had to learn fast, stop being children, mature and grow up before their time came. To become adults. To grow up. He sensed those things in you, although you shared much in common with the rest of the young people in the community, there were differences; Carl, Henry, Enid, Lydia and you talked about the present, about sticking together, you thought about the future, when the dead would stop moving, when people would reconcile, about the plans you wanted to make, many of those with you only thought about the past, about how good life was with electricity, hot water, technology, long days lying on the couch, playing video games, going out to get drunk with friends.
That was the difference Daryl had to understand.
You weren't a kid anymore.
Daryl didn't know how he was going to deal with that, he wanted to talk to you, to know whose side you were on, if you were both on the same page or had he misunderstood everything. He was afraid of scaring you and that things would get complicated with the Commonwealth, that you would call for him to be expelled for daring to talk to you or even touch you, but something shook inside him at those thoughts. You were not like that.
He found you in one of the alleys of the commonwealth, he paused at the entrance to it weighing what he could say to you, but before he opened his mouth, you disappeared, you looked nervous looking around. He frowned, an impulse took over him following you to check where you were going, that you were okay, that no one was bothering you. He followed you sneaking down several alleys until he reached the back of the farms where Maggie and the others were tending to his care. Surprise overtook him when he discovered a huge mound of straw with a target drawn on it and several arrows stuck in it, though none had reached the center.
You were training.
On your own or with help, but you were learning. Daryl understood that you were doing it on the sly because no one in the Commonwealth wanted the kids to worry about that until they finished their studies and then decided which sector they could be most efficient in. The discovery reinforced the words he had shared with Rick, still there were many other factors the hunter had to take into account before he was truly relieved.
"Hey." He called out to you with a growl in his voice. Your body jumped at the discovery of you caught off guard and you spun around trying to hide the bow behind your body. A futile gesture, but it made Daryl smile. "What yer doin'?" He didn't sound kind, Daryl could feel it in his own voice, gruff and grumpy as always. He cleared his voice in an attempt to calm his own nerves.
"Don't tell the community, please." You said in a rush. "If they find out they'll put up more guards..."
"'S okay, I ain't gonna say anythin' to anyone." He shrugged seeing the fear in your gaze. "Why yer doin' this anyway?"
"Well..." You mumbled averting your gaze, feeling your cheeks turn red. "I wanted... I wanted to learn... They all know how to defend themselves, they're always talking about how they trained in Alexandria and I wanted to..." You bit your lip hesitantly. "I wish I could go out on patrol sometime with you... W-with you guys." You quickly rectified, but Daryl had heard it perfectly.
There it was again, those little details that had driven Daryl crazy those days, seeing little glances, subtle gestures on your part towards him. Now this. You wanted to go on patrol with him. With him. You could have said anything else, anyone else, but you wanted to get out of there, with him.
"Holdin' that bow like that ya'll never hit anythin'." Daryl commented, again too rude, he mentally cursed himself for not being able to engage in normal conversation with anyone. "W-wanna me teach ya?"
Maybe that was what Daryl had needed to get close to you. Maybe he just needed to have a little more courage and really talk to you. To find something that connected you, to talk, to get to know each other better, suddenly feeling less bad about himself.
Almost every day, after you said goodbye to your friends, or Daryl finished with one of his shifts, the two of you would meet up behind the farms to practice archery, self-defense, and even tracking the chickens that escaped from the farms, never going too far, but it was a positive encouragement in case you ever got to go into the woods on a real run.
Oddly now Daryl felt less overwhelmed, hovering near you almost every day made him feel calmer, less obsessed and less dependent. When he was out he felt the same as always again, peace, comfort, he no longer had that urgent thought of wanting to come back and when he saw you with your mates, maybe to say he was no longer jealous was assuming too much, but at least he no longer wanted to smash anyone's face in if he saw them getting too close.
"Maybe we should stop today." The hunter said as he saw a black cloud begin to settle near the community, the smell of wet earth and the dampness of the atmosphere told the man that it was coming loaded and wouldn't pass through without leaving them a good storm.
"Why? are you giving up already?" You asked him with a mocking tone getting him to look at you again.
You had put the bow and crossbow aside to try a bit of hand to hand fighting. It was possibly not practical or necessary against the Walkers, but knowing that there were people out there that weren't very friendly or that there were other communities that didn't know how to share, it was always a good idea to have notions of all types of fighting in case you found yourself in a hairy situation.
You learned quickly to defend yourself, although you were clumsy and imprecise with the bow, your feet and hands moved fast when it came to blocking or throwing blows towards him, you never hit the target, Daryl was experienced enough to dodge you, and you didn't hit him seriously either, but you both liked to share those moments. Daryl felt a little guilty at times, maybe taking advantage of the proximity so he could touch you.
"I ain't givin' up, but there's a storm comin' and..."
"Are you afraid of messing up your hair, princess?" you tease again and Daryl's eyebrows shoot up in surprise.
"All right, ya asked for it."
Daryl was rough and powerful, his punches were rough, decisive, he had no real physical training in martial arts or self-defense, he had grown up on the street, with other kids, a troubled brother and an abusive father, so he had to learn to fend for himself. He never had a defined technique, but he knew exactly how to hit and where. He also knew how to fit punches well, so when your hand shot out striking him on the chin he felt the bite, his teeth drilled his own lip, but he didn't complain just backed up a few steps feeling a trickle of blood run down his chin. Startled you covered your mouth with both hands in an exclamation of horror.
"Oh my God, Daryl!" you rushed over to him to make sure he was okay. "I-I'm so sorry, I didn't..."
The archer took advantage then, grabbed you by one of your arms, his leg crossed behind yours to make you fall backwards. Your lungs ran out of air for a second as you fell to the ground. Daryl's knee pressing against your sternum, his hand squeezing your throat, but not really hurting you.
"Never let yer guard down, I'm yer enemy, remember?" his voice sounds like a growl and your body shudders, even if you wanted to you could never see him as an enemy.
"I-I'm sorry..." You repeat embarrassed, but you let him help you up. "Does it hurt?"
"'m fine." He assured you with a small smile that made you feel more relieved. You knew Daryl was smiling to keep you calm, but he seemed amused. "That's the first time ya've managed topunch me, congratulations." He teased you. Surprise took hold of you, you opened your mouth to protest, but a clap of thunder shut you up.
You both raised your heads at the same time discovering that the cloud Daryl had seen was now completely over you, seconds after a second clap of thunder broke the silence, water began to pour down on you in torrents.
"Holy shit!" You both exclaimed at once grabbing your bow and crossbow to run for cover.
"Come on!" You shouted to Daryl grabbing him by the hand, leading him towards your house.
You lived alone, you never had parents, not at least not since the whole apocalypse happened, not since you came to the Commonwealth looking for shelter. It was never a real problem for you. You knew how to cook, fix your own clothes, keep a clean house, helped out in the community and went to classes like you were made to do. You were never really a problem, so they always left you alone.
Now you were grateful for it, because bringing a man into a house you might be sharing with another family, soaking wet, holding your hand, with a split lip and carrying guns, would have been hard to explain and very uncomfortable. Even if it was Daryl. Despite the fact that it cost you, you let go of the archer's hand to open the back door of the house, left the soaked slippers by the side of the door, next to the bow and the soaked jacket hanging on a coat rack in the hope of not filling the house with water. Daryl hesitated for a moment before mimicking you, taking off his boots, leaving the vest and plaid shirt he wore underneath on the coat rack, took off his mittens leaving them on top of your washing machine to dry and moved several steps forward until he was standing in the kitchen doorway.
His throat went dry as he discovered you in the living room removing the several layers of t-shirts you were wearing to remove the cold, wet fabric from your skin, as you began to pull down your pants, Daryl knew he should stop looking, that you hadn't realized he was watching you, but he couldn't he was mesmerized by your movements. When you finally threw a blanket over yourself he snapped out of his stupor seeing you approaching him with another dry blanket.
"Take off your clothes and leave them here to dry." You asked with the blanket over your shoulders, it opened a little revealing the lace of your bra, but Daryl averted his gaze to the object you were offering him taking it and nodding gratefully. "I'm going to light the fire." You told him walking away again, lighting the fire in the fireplace to keep you warm.
Daryl didn't actually feel cold, not anymore, his mind was wandering for a moment of new thoughts, images that he had only been able to fantasize about so far and now overtook his mind cruelly. He stirred uncomfortably as he felt his pants bothering him, but he had to calm down, he couldn't just assault you like that.
Doing as you had asked he undressed down to his boxers which luckily were not wet from the storm and covering himself well with the blanket you had lent him he walked over to the living room where you were sitting on a mat on the floor near the fireplace, your little feet out of the blanket towards the flames to warm them up. An amused smile crossed his mouth at the sight of you, turned into a funny little cocoon with only the tip of your nose and feet showing. Slowly he walked over to you and sat down next to you. When you felt his presence next to you, you pulled your head out of the blanket, leaving the fabric over your shoulders and looked at him with a shy smile on your mouth.
Silence flooded the room, only interrupted by the crackling of the wood in the fire. As the minutes passed, the heat was present in the room, your bodies shivering under the blankets. In the street the rain continued to fall relentlessly, it was then when a flash of lightning slashed the sky and a clap of thunder rattled the windows of the house. You gasped in fright and embarrassment, hiding your face inside the blanket again. Daryl studied your movements in silence, feeling a warm feeling squeeze his heart. You were afraid of storms.
With an overprotective need taking hold of him, he pulled your body closer to him, opened his blanket and wrapped it around you, pulling you slowly to his chest, trying to soothe the fear that was invading you. He felt your body tense up, only to settle you later resting against his chest.
"Thank you..." You murmured, looking at him out of the corner of your eye.
"It's a passing storm, it won't be long before it goes away." He promised you and you hummed softly.
A new clap of thunder caused your body to spasm violently, instinctively sticking you closer to him. Daryl felt the hair on the back of his neck goosebump, too many thoughts, too many ideas crossing his mind at that moment, he had to be aware that you were vulnerable now. He rested his hands on your back covered by your own blanket and slowly stroked you up and down, wanting to comfort you. You looked up and your eyes connected in the semi-darkness of the room.
He wanted to kiss you. You were so close, your gazes were still connected and it all seemed like something out of a movie. All he had to do was lean forward, brush against your lips, maybe that would be okay, maybe that would make Daryl be in peace with himself. His eyes fell from your gaze to your lips, the tip of his tongue moistening his lips. Daryl wanted to kiss you, but he didn't get to move.
No, because you kissed him first.
It was a very light kiss, so light that anyone else wouldn't be able to call it that, but Daryl had felt it perfectly, forcing himself to pull away as if your mouth burned. Panic furrowed your face scaring even the hunter. A fresh flash of lightning lit up the room, but neither of you were paying attention to that anymore.
"I-I'm sorry, Daryl, I thought..." You stammered, lowering your head, dead embarrassed. "I misunderstood..."
"Misunderstood?" finally finding the voice to face you, you looked up again.
"I thought... I don't know, I thought... Carol told me..." You mumbled a bunch of nonsense, but his best friend's name made Daryl frown.
"Carol? What did Carol tell ya? Ya know how old I am?"
"I don't care...no one cares about that stuff anymore..." You shook your head and now frowned yourself. "I know what I want Daryl, don't you dare treat me like a child, because I'm not. You know that perfectly well."
He knew it, Daryl of course he knew it, he had wanted to believe in it, then he had figured it out for himself when you started training together and you yourself reminded him of it every day when, despite being exhausted, you wanted to keep learning. But it wasn't just about age, there were many other things, feelings was the most basic thing, maybe you just felt attraction for him, a momentary crush.
"I ain't wanna ya regret this..." He murmured looking at you out of the corner of his eye as well, biting his lip.
"I'm not going to regret it, Daryl...I kissed you first." You tried to talk some sense into him, he hummed at that, nodding his head. "Daryl, please...if you don't want to be here, leave, but if you feel like I do...please..." You asked, resting your hands on his shoulders, your blanket fell to the floor, being covered only by Daryl's blanket.
Doubt still hovered in Daryl's mind, but your eyes were shining brightly, you really wanted him to do something. He snorted low, hesitantly, one of his hands caressed your arm, moving up your shoulder to your neck, his thumb stroked the line of your cheek before he leaned into you and kissed you. It was a soft, slow kiss, making sure he was doing the right thing. Daryl's lips moving over yours, trapping the lower one, but not going deeper, not intensifying. You gasped against his mouth, your hands trembling on his bare chest, caressing his skin not quite sure what you were really supposed to do. Daryl gave your lips one last kiss, kissed your cheek, slowly moving down to your neck, caressing your skin, carefully exploring every nook and cranny, every gesture you made to make sure you were still willing to continue. His fingers tangled in your hair as his mouth rested in the hollow of your neck listening to you sigh, your goose bumps, your body shuddering. He spread several kisses all over your neck, your throat, the other side, your shoulders, even bent his head a little more to kiss your collarbone and the beginning of your cleavage, but he lazily trailed his lips back to your mouth, kissing you once more. You sighed with your eyes closed, your hands finally moved up, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, playing with the long locks at the nape of his neck feeling his hands tighten on your waist moving you closer to him. You parted your legs as you were guided onto his lap, Daryl sat more comfortably resting your body on top of his.
Your mouths parted again staring at each other, your breaths ragged, pupils dilated with desire. You bit your lip as you dared to take a step closer bringing your hands to the clasp of your bra on your back. Daryl followed your every movement with his eyes, the garment remained loose on your skin, the straps trembling on your shoulders. Daryl slid his hands from your waist down your arms, his eyes fixed on his own movements, trying to be as careful as possible, afraid of scaring you. His fingers slipped under your loose shoulder strap caressing your skin, he glanced sideways at you first before slowly sliding the garment down your arms until you were completely free of it.
Daryl held his breath for a moment, marveling at the image before his eyes, feeling his whole body react to you, but keeping himself under control. His hands stroked your skin again, running up and down your arms, watching your goosebumps rise and your nipples react to his touch. Your gaze fell on these same, feeling your mouth water, wondering how they would feel inside this one, on your tongue. A growl came from his throat as his mouth slid across your skin again stopping at your collarbone, daring to bite softly on your bone leaving a small mark that made you moan between your teeth giving him permission to continue. You shuddered as you felt one of Daryl's hands on your chest, his head moving down, the tip of his tongue brushing over your sensitive nipple, just brushing it tentatively seeking your approval. You moaned louder this time tangling your fingers in his hair, tugging lightly on it. Daryl felt it as an invitation, closing his lips around your areola trapping inside his mouth your button that was beginning to harden at the warm, wet sensation around it. You purred and unconsciously wiggled your hips against him your center bumping against his erection still hidden inside his boxers. Daryl's fingers twitched against your waist at your gesture, his teeth biting your nipple a little harder drawing a moan of surprise and pleasure from you.
The hunter pulled away from you to watch you. Your cheeks red from all the embarrassing sounds you were making, your pupils dilated wanting him to continue, your mouth half open trying to control your breathing. Daryl held your lower back to very slowly lay you backwards on the blanket you had dropped earlier, positioning himself over your body to admire you once again.
"Yer so beautiful..." He dared to murmur and your cheeks took on a much deeper color. "I need ya so bad..."
"I'm here, Daryl... take me." You asked feeling your body tremble at the desire that crossed his gaze.
A sigh escaped through his teeth, he lay down next to you, his lips tracing your neck again, the hollow of your shoulder as his hand caressed your bare skin, his fingers groping the waistband of your panties before hiding them under the fabric. An animalistic growl escaped his mouth as he discovered your bald, tremendously soft mons under his touch. Oh, God. You were going to kill him. He caressed your skin enjoying your soft touch, his gaze now riveted on you, on how you kept your eyes closed, how you bit your lip nervously. The tip of his middle finger ventured further down towards the beginning of your slit finding the small nub of your clit already swollen and expectant. Without taking his eyes off you he began to move it very slowly over your sensitive muscle, watching you pucker in a grimace of surprise and pleasure, your legs parting offering him greater access. His gentle caresses began to turn into small circles, moving faster over your clit, sending new waves of pleasure throughout your body. You were biting your lip so hard that Daryl was afraid you might make your year.
"Don't hold back." He asked whispering in your ear. "I wanna see ya, I wanna hear ya. I need to know yer enjoyin' it, babe."
He knew you were, he could read it in your body, he could feel it in every spasm it caused you, but he needed to hear you, he wanted to know what you sounded like when pleasure flooded you and overtook you, knowing that he was responsible for all those delicious sounds. You looked sideways at him still shy of your own senses, but you were overcome with pleasure, holding him by the wrist digging your fingers into his skin.
"Cum." He growled against your ear, his voice booming throughout your body as you arched and moaned loudly without holding back pushing your hips up wanting to melt his fingers with you. "Good girl..." He purred kissing your cheek, your neck, sought your mouth and kissed you this time more intensely, daring to cross your teeth with his tongue, snatching another moan from you as your tongues tangled. "Can ya give me another one, pretty girl?" he asked sliding his fingers through your folds feeling your wetness increasing from the orgasm you were recovering from. "I wanna taste ya... Can I?"
"Please..." You whispered without quite knowing what exactly you were begging him for.
A wolfish grin formed on his mouth at seeing you so needy. Carefully he sat up from the floor pulling his hand out of your panties to place himself between your legs. He stood there looking at you for a few seconds, admiring you, enjoying the image you were offering him. He lifted your hips to grab the sides of your panties slowly pulling them down your legs, tossing them away from where you stood. His hands caressing your legs, his body leaned over you again, he kissed your chest, licked your skin slowly sliding down your belly, bit the skin under your belly button making you jump at the tickling sensation and kept moving down, spreading your legs further apart, looking sideways at you as he stood between them, asking for your permission again.
You nodded your head quickly biting your lip, but knowing he wanted to keep listening to you. The tip of his tongue brushed your slit, spreading your legs further apart, lifting your hips so he could devour you as he truly desired. With his hands on your legs, his tongue had total freedom to taste your pussy, moving up and down your slit, stimulating and torturing your clit causing you to moan loudly and your hands to clutch at his hair. He sucked and licked your folds, parted them with his fingers pressing the tip of his tongue to the entrance of your vagina, feeling you clench at his slightest intrusion. He couldn't tell if it was your first time, he wasn't sure if he wanted to know either, but the need and desire in your body was driving him crazy. He decided to torture your swollen, sensitive muscle some more with your tongue as his fingers worked their way inside you, first one, when he felt you had adjusted well to him, he slipped in a second, moving them inside you, twisting, curving, searching for that button inside you that would bring on a new high.
"Da-Daryl...!" You called out to him in a choked voice. "I'm... I'm so close... Please..."
The urgent tone of your voice made him roar against your skin, his warm breath, the purr of his voice, beat directly against your clit plus his fingers moving right where you needed them made a new rush of pleasure hit you so hard that for a second you lost consciousness. Daryl felt his fingers soaking wet being strangled by your cunt, his whole mouth was filled with your taste and the sensation was so intense for him that for a second he thought he would cum in his boxers. Prolonging your climax he kept moving his fingers slowly until he pulled them out completely, slowly incorporating himself on top of you, watching you trying to recover, to breathe again, feeling your heart beating violently inside your chest.
"Ya did fuckin' great, baby." He whispered and you shivered at the pet name that slipped off his tongue.
"I want to feel you, Daryl, make me yours." You asked again and this time he couldn't hold back. He had waited too long.
He got rid of his boxers and carefully moved back between your legs, he moved his hips pushing his tip against your over stimulated clit, feeling your body jerk each time he touched it. He bit his lip carefully lining up his cock against your pussy, looking down at you once again he slowly pushed slowly inside you feeling your tight walls receive him, squeezing him as he dilated you, stretching you pleasurably making you moan once more, digging his fingers into his arms as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Daryl gasped and huffed as he felt himself fully inside you, needing a second before he began to move slowly, increasing the speed each time your moans, the sighs of his name coming out of your mouth, told him you were enjoying it, that he could fuck you faster, harder, pushing himself as deep inside you as he could.
"So tight..." he growled hiding his head in the hollow of your shoulder, your arms wrapped around him again, your nails digging into his scarred back.
"It feels so good..." You let yourself go, whispering in his ear, giving him goosebumps. "I feel like you're going to break me in two, Daryl..."
"Oh fuck..."
The excited tone of your voice was too much for him, moving faster, deeper feeling like he himself was on the edge he pulled out of your body and held his hard cock stroking himself fast to moan between lips, cumming on your belly filling it with hot white spurts making you sigh and smile lewdly.
When you were able to recover again, Daryl got up from the floor to search your kitchen for a cloth and clean up the mess he had made, with a tired and grateful smile you let him do it. The hunter took the blankets and covered your bodies, snuggling close behind your body, hugging you protectively giving you more warmth, staying close to the fireplace. You let him make you rest your head against his chest, feeling him kiss your hair.
"I love you, Daryl." You whispered closing your eyes, feeling sleep overcome you.
"Love ya too, girl, sorry it took me so long..."
"It was worth it." You laughed softly feeling his mouth stretch into a smile above your head.
You both fell asleep in each other's arms, the warmth of the fire rocking your bodies, the storm forgotten outside.
The End!
I hope you enjoyed the story!!
See you in the next one!!
Yes, I have revived Rick and the others, I needed it, I miss them, sorry!
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Long Days | Peter Parker (Blurb)
Pairing: Andrew Garfiled!Spider-Man x POC!reader
Request: “idk if ur still taking request but I just saw no way home and that refueled my Andrew phase so I was wondering if u could write something abt him w a darker toned reader?? Idc what it’s abt I just don’t see a lot of these w darker readers :))”
*GENDER NEUTRAL CHARACTER* (No pronouns mentioned, tried my best to make it as neutral as possible)
Word Count: 1.5K (ish) -
A/N: On the shorter side, but I enjoyed writing this SO MUCH. Thank you so much to the anon who requested this. I know I wrote something more specific for someone who is black, so do NOT hesitate to reach out if you'd like me to write something different/similar. ALSO. This was inspired by the incredibly amazing Dede Lovelace and Moonbear from the show Betty.
Tagging @angelcritterz because you seemed interested! Thank you :))))
"Long day?"
"The longest."
He let out a hefty, long sigh once his mask was off. The action told me it hadn't been an exactly rewarding night, but it was still something. I scooted more toward the edge of the bed as he climbed through the window to receive my routine peck on the lips. He lingered on my lips a little longer than usual, taking in my warmth before pulling away to continue the routine. Walking to the other side of the room, he pulled off his suit, ready to be away from it for the night. My hands were occupied so I didn't step in like I normally did, but I watched as he opened the closet door that revealed the numerous photos of me that littered the frame.
Peter was always good at finding the tiny details in things and that was no different when it came to me. As my eyes raked over the numerous photos they detailed his favorite parts about me, helping it become my favorite parts too. He took pride in his photos but these showed me he took pride in me. He knew how to capture me as no one had before. His knowledge of photography knew how to capture and highlight my lovely warm, deep-colored skin without drowning me out or letting me disappear into the background. He captured my joy, my frustrations, my bliss. He simply captured me.
While my fingers continue to work on my hair, I could help but let my eyes linger on the oldest photo on the door. I barely recognized myself. My hair was much shorter, picked out as far as I could get it. I looked upset and focused. It was during a time I was still trying to figure myself out. A time where my guard was up all the time. A time before Peter became more than just the boy who approached me at the skate park. The first time I had let him in even if it was only a foot in the door.
"Hi-hello," I watched a boy approach me waving shyly at me to get my attention. I had seen him, but I thought he'd take the hint that I'd rather be left alone. Even if he was asking for the time of day, I didn't see myself giving it to him.
"I was here first," I all but grunted, not in the mood for another guy looking to push me out of the space I was using, belonged in. He stood above me slightly as I crouched down to my back looking for the steel skateboard tool I had in my bag. By the time he spoke again, I had already moved back to my skateboard to adjust it to my liking.
"No-no," He continued to stutter slightly that paired with a sweet, but nervous smile on his lips, "I was curious if-... I mean-... if you don't mind, I've been trying to land the trick you just did for-I mean, awhile now, I-Could you show me how?"
I continued fixing the trucks of my wheels, ignoring him. It wouldn't be the first time someone had come up to me with false wishes, conversations, and promises when in turn they only hoped I was easy, someone they could spend a night with, or show off to and belittle. It was the name of the game, the expectations of the male-dominated environment. By now, like the others, I thought he'd had left, but he was being patient, looking for a response. I glanced up slightly when I finished what I needed to fix, "Yeah, no thanks."
He held a smile despite being disappointed underneath it before letting out a soft sigh, "Yeah, yeah no worries. I get it."
I refused to be pushed from the space I had made for myself as I was taking in the last hour of sunlight before the skate park closed. It was the only time I got to myself and I was going to savor every minute of it. Or, well, at least try. I tried to focus. I tried to concentrate. But everything I did, every push, every flick of my ankle was copied by the boy with the camera strap around his neck. I couldn't call it mirroring exactly as when he tried to land the trick his board would escape his feet and his eyes would look to see if mine had witnessed it. I had seen everything and I could feel insults creeping up my throat, I wanted to bark at him to stop and to leave me alone.
But a few copied moves later, when I was ready to snap, I saw how genuine he was in his effort to replicate what I had just done. He wanted to learn. He held the same determination in his face and I struggled to find any ulterior motives that I presumed he had. I was projecting onto him my frustrations from the day onto him, someone seemingly harmless.
"Hey!" I called over to him only for a blush to creep up his neck at being caught.
He kicked up his skateboard in an instant, ready for my scolding even at a moment's notice. He knew the risk he took with the actions he chose to mime, "Sorry, I was just-"
"You need to follow through," I advised him, leaving the space I was hogging to join him in his smaller corner, his posture relaxing as I dropped my skateboard down to show him, "Commit to the movement, because then the momentum will make it easier to land it."
"Hi, baby," Peter's voice was as soft as his gaze on me as the blanket was pulled to his chin. In my short daydream, I missed how Peter moved to the bed and waited patiently for me to join, "You almost done?"
I was used to him being out later and coming home a bit more bruised than he was tonight. I assumed I'd have enough time to finish my hair. But now, after working on it throughout the day, I was getting near the end, but not quite crossing the finish line. Peter was patient though, watching me with loving eyes as I twisted my hair in just the right spots to create the ends of my braids just the way I liked them.
"Almost," I hummed, holding the next bundle between my lips before moving it to between my fingers, "On the last few, then I just need to dip the ends."
Before I could protest, his tired body was up and on the way to the other room as he said, "I'll heat the water."
My body was on autopilot continuing the repetitive motions on my hair, the twisting and turning were like second nature. However, my insides warmed at the routine he quickly adapted. He never shied away from stepping in to help me. He could be bruised, sore, or broken and yet he would still want me off my feet while he took care of everything. He couldn't be content until I was. Even now, exhausted, he helped me seal the ends of my hair and used his height to both of our advantages as he helped me wrap it for the night.
It was also a ruse I fell for nearly every time. Once his hands left my bonnet, they slowly trailed down my sides to wrap around my waist from behind. His head practically collapsed into my crook between my shoulder and chin as he took a deep breath in to mumble on my neck, "Ready for bed now?"
"Yes," I said a bit breathlessly through a small laugh as he replaced his words with soft-nibbling kisses.
Without wasting any more time, Peter pulled the two of us to the soft sheets of the bed. I hugged him carefully from behind, kissing around some bruises he had recently acquired on his shoulder blades. He only relaxed further into me as his arms searched for mine to pull me impossibly closer. I couldn't help but smile to myself as my hands trailed up and down his chest with light touches to help him find sleep.
"Peter?" I called out softly before he had a chance to completely fall asleep.
"Hmm?" He hummed, turning in my arms to face me while his eyes peeled open only a little, enough to show me that he was paying attention. I took a moment to appreciate and memorized everything I could in the split second of his face.
"Wanna skate this weekend?" I asked thoughtfully, holding onto the sweet memory of how we had first met, "We haven't been in ages."
"For you," His gentle tone almost made me melt, "Anything."
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𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙝𝙪𝙪𝙮𝙖.
(while being shorter than him)
— a chaos of fun!
Word count : 1.5K
Shelf : Hardback
Genre : Romance and fluff, slight crack
Note : Sorry, anon! There was technical issue so I have to post this without your ask! I hope these are detailed enough to your expectations? I wrote more than I expected I would. Once again, thank you to the-foreigner for helping me figure out the tags!
Please enjoy!
Where have you been all his life?
To say that Chuuya would simply be attracted to you because of your height sounds shallow, so let me phrase it this way; Chuuya is so used to having look up to people since many are taller than him all his life, both men and women, so it kind of does something different to his psyche when he sees you, being shorter than him.
Not to sound stereotypical but it's a given instinct that when you see someone shorter than you, you get the impression that they're cute and it triggers your protective instinct, right? This is what Chuuya feels about you. And since this sensation is new to him, he cherishes it.
Also, since Chuuya leans more towards masculinity, in your relationship with him, you're making him feel more manly. To speak a bit bluntly and in a nutshell, you boost his ego.
You make him feel even more confident and comfortable with himself. It's not that he wasn't confident before he dates you, you're just making him bolder with more sense of control and masculinity, making him feel validated. More dominant and more alpha.
But what does all of that mean, you ask? Here's the highlight of this post; Chuuya will pamper you as your prince charming while simultaneously being your playmate. Perfectly balanced.
Why? Because seeing you being petite, smaller than him, makes you appear as someone he should protect, but the romance doesn't replace the fun. When it comes to being Chuuya's darling, things never get overly cheesy. Yes he can be romantic (he is), but he's not the type to use sweet talks 24/7. He uses his "rough" ways to communicate his romanticism, one of them being your equal, hence the "playmate" dynamic.
Chuuya tells himself that you're his cute, little darling. He will say this to you straightforwardly except the "cute" part. If he casually and accidentally calls you cute from a slip of his tongue, you can definitely tease him back to get even.
He can be the big spoon and the "top" of your relationship, but he will be a switch if he's feeling sluggish. Being the "lead" sometimes makes him need a break, not from you, but from the energy it takes. Chuuya is an emotional guy and can be downright hysterical, and that takes energy, so he will turn to you for solace when he's worn out. To achieve that, Chuuya will utilize your height to bury his face into your neck or lean his forehead on your shoulder when work wears him down.
"Stay like this for a while," His voice blurs into mutters with his face on your shoulder. "Just three minutes."
Pat his head. Do it.
If you're the one feeling low, just put your head against his chest when you're both standing. Chuuya will be confused at first, but he'll silently ruffle your hair with your forehead still against his chest. It will be calming, I promise you.
Whether you're Port Mafia or a regular civilian (I find it easier for him to date someone from the PM though), you can count on Chuuya to be protective. He's already a protective guy by nature but when he sees you, his shorter darling, anywhere close to danger, that protective instinct doubles or even triples.
In fact, he wants you to rely on him. It's not that he wants you to be dependent—Chuuya just wants you to know that he always has your back. He's the combination of loyal and protective, so he wants to prove those qualities he takes pride in to you. Trust is a strong element for him, and by letting him know you count on him, you’re already securing his utmost loyalty and love.
One of the highlights of this post is his hat. You're shorter than him and it makes it easier for Chuuya to just plop his hat on your head on random occasions. No words, no thoughts, just putting his hat on you. It's the subconscious acts of love like this that makes him feel whole with you.
Kouyou will like you for colouring Chuuya's life. She'll make comments about how you both are fun to watch at, especially when you're both doing your silly dating antics, such as "My, my, energetic as always, aren't you both?"
Speaking of dating antics--Emotional maturity? We don't know her.
Doesn’t matter if you're only 2 cm or maybe 10 cm shorter than him. He will take any height advantage and have fun with it. A little too much, in fact.
Chuuya is not above using his ability to put objects in places he knows you can't reach but is close enough for you to struggle, just to watch you squirm. Confidence does things to this man, mischief being one of them. On the instances where you really can't reach up and it's not because of his tricks, something like this is bound to happen ;
"Huh, can't reach the top shelf, can ya? Don't worry, I've got you." He says, chest huffing with pride, before getting a ladder himself.
"...."
Mostly will lift you up to help since he wants to take the small chances to bond with you over simple moments. Short people solidarity. The height boost isn't much since short + short doesn't exactly equate to being tall, but hey, it's the thought and the comedic moments that count.
Speaking of comedic moments;
"Have you reached it yet?!" He asks loudly, craning his head from below you to see upwards. You're sitting on his shoulders and he's making sure he doesn't move around too much, or else you'll fall.
"Just a little bit more—!" You grunt, arm stretched. "Lift me up more, will you? Jump or something!"
"Do you want to fall? Forget it! Just reach higher!
"Maybe I can stand on your shoulders. Hold still--"
"Oi, this vest is 60,000 yen! And this is already the highest I'm lifting you! That's enough, I'll lower you down and just use my ability!"
"No! I'm already grazing it!"
And then you both will proceed to bicker in that weird, eye-catching position, for at least 2 more minutes. It will end if you either jump off him or he floats you down using his ability, and usually it's the latter.
[Sometimes the positions will switch (you lifting him up) but he's a solid 60 kg, it will be a challenge for your muscles and a good workout routine. Good luck getting him to agree to it though.]
[If that happens, chances are your legs will wobble just within seconds from lifting him. Good thing is it increases the humour and mischief in your relationship, downgrade is that it's too silly and stupid to look at to make it feel romantic]
Want to get back at his pranks? Here's a solution. Chuuya will vaporize if you use his clothes. He's taller than you, so let's say his shirt looks like a dress on you.
"W-What do you think you're wearing?!" Is what he shouts, but his flustered face says otherwise. [Bonus: for more critical hit, wear his choker(s). It does ‘things’ to him]
Yeah it's the little things like this that boost his confidence and optimism, and you don't mind him acting like the prince charming in an armour.
If anyone calls you (or even both of you) short, Chuuya will be pissed and defend you and himself since he assumes you also don't like being mocked for your height. He takes it upon himself to "fight" for you too. He has the "we're in this together" mentality.
And so do you. If any Port Mafia's enemies try to waver your confidence or Chuuya's by mocking your heights, it's going to be hell at that point.
If Dazai ever spots you and Chuuya together in public, he will say "Congratulations, Chuuya! You finally found someone shorter to date!" just when Chuuya mumbles "What's that shitty Dazai doing here?" under his breath.
Chuuya will try to kick his face while yelling "Huh?! What'd you just said about us!?"
Don't take what Dazai said personally, he did it to get on Chuuya's nerves, not yours. Instead, why don't you hold Chuuya back so he doesn't chase Dazai?
“Don’t you ever get bored arguing with him?!” You struggle to pull him back. You have to shout to outmatch his shouts.
Chuuya will be interested in height-related shenanigans with you, such as actually reading obviously fake advertisements that promises height growth and asking you if you're interested. He will only do this with you because he knows you won't make silly/berating comments about him. As I've said, trust is the secret ingredient in dating Chuuya.
"Hey, do you think this is real?" He shows you the poster he picked up. The dirt left by his sole on it is still there.
"Chuuya," You try really hard to stop sighing. "At this point, we have to stop lying to ourselves,"
But if the advertisement doesn't sound fake, let's say it utilises supposedly "effective acupuncture techniques", you will lessen the mature act and entertain him a bit.
In short, you and Chuuya will have an energetic and youthful relationship. It doesn't matter where you two are, be it in the cities or the ground zero of battle; if you two are there, people will see one hell of a lively, energetic, short duo.
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how to make someone smile — todoroki shoto
pairing: todoroki shoto x reader
tags: shoto being no thoughts, head empty for you, cringe jokes agshd
word count: 1.5k
genre: fluff
a/n: i'm sorry for the cringiness 😭 but these puns really did get a chuckle out of me sksks thank you all for joining me on this event this is the last part and i'm off to finish my other fics! ily all <33
shoto noticed that something was off with you the minute you entered the room. you don't have that usual light that you seem to carry with you whenever you go even if you don't notice it. the beaming face he has grown to love pulled down in a frown as your head was ducked low.
he followed your figure with a watchful gaze as you settled on the seat beside him. even then, you didn't greet him like you usually do and only stared straight ahead with a faraway look in your eyes.
“good morning, y/n.” his calm voice spoke, making you turn to him.
he was shocked and slightly pained when you only managed a nod and a meek smile in his direction before focusing back to the front. he paid no mind to it and chalked it up to you not feeling well, or that you might have woken up on the wrong side of the bed.
that was until you were both partnered for a presentation together. you didn't even react, just scooting closer to his chair to talk about what you wanted to do for the presentation. all the while, shoto kept his undivided attention to you – eyes watching you like a hawk, every move under scrutiny.
“why are you staring at me like that, sho?” he didn't realize you had paused from explaining the plans and instead was looking back at him. he felt himself get flustered by the fact that you caught him staring at you without meaning to.
“you just seemed...off today.” was his simple reply, watching you for any violent reactions.
“off? i'm totally fine, sho. i always act like this!” you assured, chuckling nervously as you diverted the topic to the task at hand.
“anyways, where do you wanna get this started?” he doesn't wanna inconvenience you so he took the opportunity that will allow him to spend more time with you.
“let's do it in my room instead.” he offered.
“alright, i'll meet you there by 8.” you agreed, and before he could speak any further you had turned on your heel – losing yourself into the sea of people as they all filed away for lunch.
during lunch hour, shoto couldn't keep his mind off you and might be troubling you to keep you in such a gloomy mood. you even refused to eat with him like you usually do, which he suddenly thought that he may have something to do with it, but he can't recall anything he may have done to cause you to be this sad.
“hey, todoroki bro!” comes kaminari's greeting matched with an arm wrapped around his shoulders.
“kaminari,” he greeted back as they edged closer while waiting in line for food.
“a penny for your thoughts? wait let me guess…it's y/n, isn't it?” kaminari had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he said this and todoroki can only hope for the worst. or maybe best, out of this.
“they seem kinda gloomy today, huh? did you upset them or anything?”
surprised by kaminari's words, shoto shook his head no. he was just thinking about that but he was sure he didn't do anything to do such a thing to you.
“well, it must be something that's why they're like that,” kaminari moved closer to the counter, picking his food and shoto did the same. his attention has been piqued by the blonde and now following close behind.
“kaminari, do you…” he felt silly asking this but he was kinda running out of options here and he wanted to see your beautiful smile or maybe ease the weight off your shoulders for you.
“do you know how to make someone smile?” just hearing the words leave his mouth made him blush as red as his hair.
but nevertheless, kaminari smiled wide. “you asked the right guy!”
and, naturally, if you knew kaminari denki, you'd know that's where things started to go south for shoto.
the blonde had pushed him in your direction before you began training where he found you all by yourself, stretching and doing warmups.
shoto felt uncertain during the whole ordeal, preparing himself for any reaction you'd give him.
“hey, y/n.” he called out, making you pause your warmups as you stared up at him expectantly.
“where do you find giant snails?” he waited for a second, and then two.
“umm...i don't think there are snails around he–”
“–on the ends of giants fingers.” he finished the joke. how did he manage to say that with such a serious expression was beyond you. you could only stare at him in confusion. before you can reply however, everyone was called to start training.
the next time he attempted it was when all of the class was having dinner while you two are sitting by each other. everyone has fallen into a casual chatter, asking about how everyone's day went, their plans for tomorrow and the days after that – the usual.
shoto met kaminari's eyes across the table, the latter giving him a thumbs up. he cleared his throat as he inched closer to you.
“y/n?” shoto asked after tapping your shoulder to get your attention, “can i ask you something?”
dropping your fork, you faced him, expecting something serious and staving off your own feelings for a moment.
“what do you call a cheese that's not yours?”
“let me guess–”
“nacho cheese,” he said it so proudly and clearly that everyone in the table had fallen silent. the only sound you can hear was kaminari's laugh as he doubled over the table, slapping it with his palm. all eyes turned on him.
“wha-? it's funny!” he reasoned but they just shook their heads and rolled their eyes on him.
dinner continued on awkwardly after that.
inside his room, shoto stared up at the ceiling in thought. he doesn't get why you can't appreciate the jokes that kaminari said will make you smile. was he doing it wrong? maybe you don't like jokes?
he remembered today will be the day that you'll come over to his room for the presentation. he immediately got off his bed and started to tidy up his room. not five minutes later and you're already knocking on the door.
“y/n, come in.” he opened the door wider for you to come in, he found himself following your figure with his eyes once again. no matter what clothes, or state you're in, you still look gorgeous in his eyes.
you got comfortable by yourself as shoto sat beside you, getting out his own materials as you started to talk and explain what you wanted to do for the presentation. all the while, shoto listened to you attentively, paying close attention to every word that comes out of your mouth.
oh, how kissable your lips are. do you use lip gloss? or maybe a flavored lip balm?
“sho!” he snapped out of his thoughts when you called his name. he stammered, feeling his whole face and neck heat up from embarrassment.
“sorry, w-what were you saying?” he tried to avoid your eyes and pretended to arrange his things.
“i said, are you cool with my plan?” you think shoto looking all bashful and embarrassed is cute that it even brought a small smile to your face.
he nodded, “yeah, i'm cool with whatever as long as it's with you.”
he didn't even notice the weight of his words as you felt your own face heat up but this time it's because of the feelings it invoked within you. shoto can really be clueless to the effect he has on you.
“wait, you're smiling!” shoto exclaimed in surprise, eyes widening as he stared at your toothy grin longer. deep within him, he felt like an accomplished man.
this is it, this is what happiness feels like. fuck everything else, you're the only thing that matters.
“you're so cute, shoto.” you muttered fondly, before leaning closer to peck his cheeks, silently thanking him for making you happy for several days to come.
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Simply Jealous
Tenya Iida x Reader
Description: Tenya isn't sure why he's so bothered with you hanging out with Sero so much.
Tagging: @coleluuviida
You were always seemed quiet, so reserved.
And Tenya, well.. He knew he could come off strong sometimes. So he was quite hesitant on approaching you. It wasn't until you guys were partnered up for a project that he actually spoke to you.
"Its nice to meet you, L/n. My name is Tenya Iida." He held his hand out with a friendly smile.
You hesitantly shook his hand and returned your own shy smile. "Y/n L/n." Was all you mumbled quietly.
You worried that maybe you seemed rude, too standoff-ish. But Tenya only took a seat next to you. "Shall we begin?"
....
The two of you had decided to stay on campus to research and outline a section of your project.
The two of you sat in the library, quietly discussing the project.
Tenya wrote down everything you said, easily keeping up with your surprisingly. He hadn't expected you to talk so quickly for someone so quiet, not that he minded. He actually found us endearing.
He'd even go as far as to say it was cute. And he couldn't help but voice his thoughts, of course not the part where he called you cute.
"You talk very quickly, you know." He said in a small break of silence. You cheeks grew hotter in embarrassment. Had you embarrassed yourself already? In front of the most respectable person in class?
"Ah, sorry.. I've been told that I talk a lot. And I guess I was just adding useless details-" Tenya couldn't help but cut you off.
"No, no, I enjoy it. You match my writing speed and I don't believe any of these details are useless. In fact, they all seem important and carefully picked out."
You couldn't help but smile at the praise. "Thank you, Iida. That means a lot. Especially coming from you."
Tenya chuckled softly. "I'm no one special. Just like you, I'm a future hero."
You two fell into deep conversation, not even breaking out of it as you were eventually kicked out of the library.
You two talked about a lot. The project, your teachers, your high schools and the people who helped you along the way.
Eventually, you two reached the girls dorms. Tenya felt his heart flutter as you look down, once more bashful.
You just had to be this adorable, huh?
"Thanks for walking me to the dorms, Iida." You said, gently kicking your feet against the ground.
Iida nodded, tilting his head slightly as he admired the way you looked in the dark.
Undeniably stunning.
"No worries. Escorting you home was the least I could do for keeping you out all night." He gave a small grin as you lifted your head to meet his gaze.
"Goodnight. See you tomorrow?" You nearly winced at your tone. Did you sound clingy?
Well, Tenya didn't seem to think so, as he nodded as quickly as he could. "Of course. Please, sleep well."
Tenya watched as you giggled and retreated into the building. He stood there for a moment, his smile still stuck on his face.
You were.. Really something.
....
By the end of the project, you two had gotten very close. He'd introduced you to the rest of the Dekusquad and they all loved you immediately.
That was a good sign to Tenya.
And over time, they'd noticed how fond of each other the two of you were. From the way he so generously would offer you his orange juice to the way you'd hugged him in thanks.
They were happy for him. I mean, they were there for him but they'd always hoped he'd find someone who seemed to complete him the way you did.
Tenya himself knew he had feelings for you, but he figured it was just a small crush.
Well, that was until you started hanging out with a new student more frequently. You were always with the guy. You'd even started hanging out with him during lunch hours.
And well.. To say that Tenya was a but bothered? That was an understatement.
What really got him though? The way you immediately opened up around this guy, grinning with confidence. Tenya himself couldn't remember making you smile that hard before.
He didn't let it show how much it bothered him though, as he didn't want to drive you away.
You'd already came out of your shell and started to open up to him. And you definitely weren't Y/n, the quiet student who sat in the back.
You were Y/n, one if the funniest and cheerful people to be around. You had a smile that could brighten up anyone's day and eyes that could scare off any bad thoughts.
He couldn't afford to lose that, to lose you, over his dumb jealousy.
It wasn't until this new student started to make advances on you that you stepped, especially considering how uncomfortable you seemed.
"You know, you've been so good to me, I've been thinking-" You were pulled away before he could place his hands on you.
Tenya could tell he made a good decision from the look of relief across your face. "Oh, Tenya! Did you need me?"
He gave a small nod. "Yes, its really important."
You rushed out a goodbye to your classmate before quickly leaving the room with Tenya. "Thank goodness you came! The school assigned me to be his mentor for a bit but he's been trying to get me in bed for the past two weeks."
... Mentor? You were just mentoring him?
Tenya sighed deeply and felt himself fully relax. Noticing you confused look, he blushed and quickly fixed his glasses. "I'm glad you're okay."
You grinned. "Your cheeks are all red again, Tenya." You teased. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were jealous."
It was when he didn't respond that it fully dawned on you. "Wait, wait.. Were you really jealous?"
"W-Well.." He cleared his throat and turned away, not quite sure what to say. He didn't want to lie and deny it but he couldn't quite get the full truth out.
"Hey, I.. I like you too, Tenya. A lot. You think maybe we could get something to eat soon?" You suggested nervously.
Tenya watched you in surprise before smiling. Suddenly, his nerves were calm. "I'd be honored, Y/n. I like you too."
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♫ pairing: hwang hyunjin x female reader
♫ genre: fluff, crack (seriously, do not question how i came up with this), domestic au, established relationship au
♫ warnings: mentions spiders, and mentions use of alcohol?
♫ word count: 1.5k
♫ prompt: “are you drunk?” “not nearly enough” from this prompt list !
♫ a/n: this was actually a request from @starteez and dedicated to her as a very very belated birthday present <33 hope you like it :)))
♫ summary: hyunjin gets super drunk and has a Crisis, meanwhile you just wanted to watch the latest episode of your favourite drama.
♫ tagging: @jadezircon @mostlikelynotmelissa and @potato2earth - let me know if you would like to be part of the tag list !
You sighed, settling into the couch, tub of ice cream, and tv remote in hand.
It was Friday night. Otherwise known as you and Hyunjin’s drama night, in which you’d watch the latest episode of the most recent drama the two of you were hooked on. However, today, Hyunjin had decided to go out for drinks with Felix, ditching you and your drama night. Initially, you were annoyed (not that he was hanging out with his friends but more so that he messed with your tradition), but you realised that you could just watch it without him. I mean... he was going out and having fun, who’s to say that you can’t do the same by chilling with your favourite characters and finding out about whatever dark secrets they had been just about to reveal in the previous episode. Okay... the latter of that was your main motivation for it. You’re not that lonely or sad.
Nodding resolutely, you scooped your ice cream, settling into the couch as the drama played, your attention fixated on the screen.
The sharp buzz of your phone startled you out of your immense concentration, the caller ID flashing to reveal your boyfriend, Hyunjin.
Your eyes widened in panic, your hands knocking the ice cream off of your lap as you reached around for the TV remote. The phone buzzed continuously, ringing as you fumbled around for the off button, leaving you breathless as you picked up the phone on the final ring,
“He—“
“Y/NNNN~” Hyunjin whined into the phone, his breathing heavy.
“Hyunjin? What’s wrong? Are you crying? ...Are you drunk?” You closed your eyes, only to open them again in confusion as you heard sniffling on the other end of the phone.
“Not nearly e-enough! I-I don’t w-want to be e-eaten.” He sobbed into the phone.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion,
“What?” Your tone coming out sharper than expected, eliciting more sobs from Hyunjin.
“F-felix w-was telling me about how f-female s-spiders e-eat their m-mates, and now I’m scared and I’m n-never coming h-home because y-you’re going to e-eat me.” Hyunjin breathed, between sobs.
...What?
“Excuse me? Why would I eat you. Felix was talking about spiders.” You said, slightly offended by his drunk comparisons.
He breathed deeply,
“Y-you know how the other day we were watching a Marvel movie and y-you k-know what you s-said? You said that the c-character you r-relate with t-the m-most with is Black Widow!” He exclaimed, almost hysterical.
You pinched the bridge of your nose, as he spoke incoherently at the phone, sobs heaving out of him as if he had just witnessed something deeply distressing. Well... what his drunk mind was picturing was slightly distressing, so it made sense.
“Well yes, because she’s a strong, independent female lead. Anyway, you’re too drunk to understand any of that. Hyunjin. Where are you?”
“I’m not telling you! Y-you can’t come to Felix’s house!” Hyunjin attempted to ward you off before realising his mistake a second later. “FELIX! Y/N’s COMING! She’s going to eat us—“
You hung up on him, grabbing your keys and heading out the door... ignoring the melting ice cream on the floor.
As soon as you reached Felix’s apartment you flung the door wide open, apologising profusely as a wincing Felix came out from behind, guiding you to your extremely drunk boyfriend.
Not noticing your entrance, Hyunjin had positioned himself quite... oddly, so that his head was on the rug on the floor but his legs were on the couch, a hand flung dramatically on his forehead, and another hand on the floor, not too dissimilar to someone doing a one-handed snow angel.
He looks like a four-year-old...
You cleared your throat behind him, approaching him tentatively. Whipping around, his eyes widened when they landed on you, panic flashing through them as he scrambled to sit upright.
“What are you doing here?” His words, although slightly slurred, still portrayed fear that was not well-founded at all. How his drunken state got to thinking you were a spider was beyond you, but then again, he was drinking with Felix, so who knows what went down there.
“I came to pick you up since you’re um. Drunk.” You raised your eyebrows, stating the obvious.
“No! You’re not allowed to take me back to your web.” He stumbled forward, couch cushion in hand in an attempt to ward you off.
Web? Oh my god...
“Can you— ugh. I’m not a spider! I’m not going to eat you! You’re my boyfriend, for God’s sake, and I love you, and I’m not a cannibal. Besides, you wouldn’t be very delicious, you’re mostly just muscle.” You sighed, raising your arms in frustration and defeat.
Hyunjin’s eyes widened in offence, placing a hand on his chest and stepping back, tears started to well in his eyes.
“I— oh no. What? Why are you crying again?” You panicked, settling him on the couch, rubbing his back soothingly as you mentally cursed his current over sensitive state.
“Y-you really t-think I w-wouldn’t be d-delicious?” He sobbed louder into your shoulder, as you rubbed soothing patterns on his back.
You rolled your eyes,
He’s so drunk.
“This conversation is so concerning, and one that I want to discontinue at all costs. I'm not a spider, and I'm not going to eat you. I don't want to comment on... that.” You deadpanned.
“How did you guys even get this drunk?” You glanced between Hyunjin and Felix who had emerged from the kitchen, ice pack on his slightly bruised face.
“It was all him. I asked him if he wanted to come over and watch the latest episode of this drama we’re both really into. He started drinking as soon as we started watching because he didn’t want to remember any of it so that when he watches it with you his reactions are genuine. Eventually, he got too drunk to even sit still, so we turned it off and started talking about stuff.” Felix shrugged.
“...and you somehow got to talking about spiders?” You asked, unimpressed.
“We were baking because he wanted to make you cookies, since he felt guilty...for basically watching nothing. I guess he still felt guilty for the action. Anyway, he freaked out after seeing a spider. Hyunjin, plus being drunk and his usual dramatic self is not fun. Especially when spiders are involved. I told him that fact because it was at the top of my head and he gave up on the cookies and started freaking out about you. Speaking of the cookies, I should probably check on them. You need to take this home before the rest of the guys come here if you want to have any of it.” He headed to the kitchen, leaving you and Hyunjin alone in the living room.
“Hyunjin, why didn’t you just stay home if you were just going to watch the drama? You know that today is drama night.” You crossed your arms, directing your attention once again to your sniffling boyfriend.
“I didn’t want to cry in front of youuu,” he sobbed. “I didn’t know what was going to happen next and I thought they might break up and I just...” he trailed off.
“You know that makes no sense right? You’re literally sobbing in front of me now. Also, you’re my boyfriend, I’m supposed to be there for you, tears and all. Besides, we’ll probably both be sobbing if the main characters broke up. We’ve shipped them too much for that to not be devastating.“ You said resolutely, your gaze softening as you looked at him, snuggling closer to you.
“I knowww.”
“Come on, let’s go home. There’s a tub of ice cream waiting for the both of us.”
Your drama night was postponed to Saturday seeing as soon as the two of you arrived at your apartment, Hyunjin collapsed and fell into a deep sleep on the couch... and your ice cream was on the floor, melted and no longer edible.
Leading you to Saturday night, where you and Hyunjin were snuggled together on the couch, wrapped in a blanket burrito, eating the cookies he baked yesterday, alongside a new tub of ice cream, whilst bawling your eyes out.
“I told you,” he sniffed “I knew this would happen.”
Your tear-filled eyes blurred your vision as you tried to focus on the crying characters on the screen, reaching for another tissue,
“I know, but it’s not as bad when we’re watching it together, and besides, these cookies are incredible with ice cream.” You snuggled into him and gave him a watery smile.
“Hey, as long as you’re not a spider and about to eat me, I’m all for our drama nights and cuddles,” Hyunjin smirked.
You pushed him lightly,
“Oh my god... how do you even remember any of the stuff you said? You were ridiculous.”
“I don’t know but the fact still holds.”
“It’s not even a fact! I'm human!”
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¤¸¸.•´¯`•¸¸.•..>> So this piece is actually part of the Piliin mo ang Pilipinas Collab event hosted by @lumpiang-toge, you guys should seriously check this out since the works posted there are such good reads ❤️️<<..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸¸¤
this is the first time i've joined a collab, (ngl i thought i was waaay in over my head lol) i'd like to thank a friend of mine, Dylan, (won't tag his blog just cause, loves you for reading it !) thanks so much for the encouraging words ❤️ and of course Mama Rae (@hq-girl-next-door) for the advice on the banner**❤️
**For the banner I did, I took the image from pinterest, if you guys know who the artist is, please let me know so I could properly give credit to them :)
Tags/TW: Mutual pinning-ish, friends to lovers, fluff to angst, Cheating, swearing (I think theres one or two in there)
(A/N: Please don't get too confused /-\, the italic parts is you recollecting the past, it comes and goes (。♡‿♡。))
WC: 3.8k ;-; didn't know it get that long
Pairings: Tendou Satori x fem!Reader
Summary: It all started with a simple crush, you wouldn't have guessed that it'll be more than that, It was a dream come true to loved and be loved by the person you loved, but not all dreams end good, some end as a nightmare.
“You like the Guess Monster, like THE Guess Monster?!?!” your friends shouted in unison, looking at them frantically as you’re in the gym watching the guys warm up for a practice match and the way they shouted had the sounds of balls hitting the floor just below where your group sat, you willed yourself to look at the who were the people below you guys trying repress the blush you feel creeping on your cheeks, swallowing that lump on your throat as you peaked just a little over the ledge and saw his red hair. Internally cussing out your so-called friends, you tired to act like you calm and collected as he was looking up at the bleachers, maybe trying to guess which one in your group, who was also looking over at whoever heard them, liked him, shaking his head, chuckling toward Ushijima and Semi who was already making their way to the court to get this warm up started.
A single tear began rolling down your cheek as you remembered how it all began, your friends’ sudden outburst in the gym gave you the opportunity to talk to the guy you’ve been crushing on when you first saw him in the opening ceremony just something about him drew you to him and you were adamant on getting to, at the least, know him. Sitting on the floor of your shared bedroom, opening the memory box you and your husband made a few months after you started dating.
Semi knew your friend, he actually liked her and from that outburst of theirs at the gym, he 89immediately thought of a way to hit two birds with one stone. “hey, y/f/n, I heard you guys at the bleachers, sooo” scratching he neck out of shyness “which of your friends like our Tendou? Maybe we could setup a date or something?" He really liked your friend and would honestly do anything to get her on a date, she pointed to you, the quiet in of the group, usually the source of rationality and guidance, the one that acts like the mediator of the group. You really always kept to yourself, didn’t really want to attract attention towards yourself. Semi was skeptical at first, you the quiet, shy girl of the class liked that loud ass friend of his? Maybe y/f/n was pulling his leg, she can’t be serious.
A bitter laugh escapes your lips as the memory of your first date comes crashing on you as see the pressed flower from the little hole in the wall café near the school, Semi was the one that found that café and planned every detail of the date.
As you and your friend were walking towards the café Semi told her about, you were itching to just keep hitting your friends back “why the hell did you fucking agree to this?!!” you hissed at your friend, you were practically shooting daggers at her for saying yes on your behalf and you didn’t even know what she agreed to but she told you to get dolled up, silly you, thinking that it’ll be just a girls day out, but peering over her shoulder as your guys walk out of the dorm, you see her texting Semi, thinking maybe it was him asking for notes since they were in the same class. She led you to this small café and you guys sat at a corner booth, making you sit inside by the wall, you really thought nothing of it, until you saw that distinctive red hair bounding towards your booth. Your palms got a tad sweaty, nerves getting the best of you, a million thoughts racing in your mind that you didn’t notice that the Tendou Satori was there taking the seat opposite of you in the booth, the ever infectious smile directed towards you and you alone. Seeing as you and Satori were basically having a silent conversation with just your smiles, Semi and your friend made a discreet exit and left you two be. Little did you know, he often saw you around, he knows you like shounen jump as much as he does since he sees you go to the store he usually goes to, he knows what snacks you liked since he usually goes out at the middle of the night to get some snacks of his own at the convenience store around the corner. He sees you in the library with your nose buried in some book when he follows Semi there just to annoy him. Tendou didn’t tell anybody about the girl he liked from afar, he knew he’d scare you off, no one wanted to date a Monster, or that’s what he thought.
Looking back, that impromptu date was what started the relationship with Satori, a soft sob escapes your lips as tears gently fall on the first picture you have together, he suddenly rang you up and asked you to go to the mall with him. In the picture, he had his arm wrapped around your shoulder while you were hugging his waist tightly, seemingly scared that being with him was a dream you don’t want to wake up from.
Getting out of the shower, you hear your phone ring from under your pillow, confused as to who might that be since it was an unknown number calling you, curious you answered it. “hey y/n! I know it’s kinda out of the blue but, you wanna go to the mall with me?” shock was evident in your body, it was Tendou! Your thoughts was scrambling, you know you didn’t get a chance to give him your number before you guys parted ways on your first meeting since Coach Washijo made Ushijima contact both guys for a weekend practice. You knew the coach was a hot head and would make anymore run 50 laps if they were late and that was a few weeks ago, a worried Tendou called out to you again “uh…y/n? If you have other plans I totally under-“ blinking back to the present “I’d love to go! Lemme get ready and I’ll meet you down” you cut him off midsentence hearing a small chuckle at the other line “don’t make me wait too long ok?” he said in a teasing tone which made you giggle on the line “yes, yes Satori, I’ll hang up so I could get ready ok? See you!” it took every ounce of self-control to not shriek the whole conversation, once he hung up you were practically jumping on your bed out of pure joy, but then you remembered that he’ll be waiting, you quickly snapped out of it and looked through your dresser for a decent outfit for going out with Tendou, you quickly settled with a simple get up of a long sleeved shirt and pants with some sneakers on, you excitedly exited your room, to meet up with Tendou, hoping you haven’t made him wait too long, turning the last corner you see him outside your dorm, almost wearing the same thing as you, even the color of your shoes match, biting your lip to stop a stupid smile from taking over you walk up behind him, gently poking his side, his sudden jump made you giggle as he took in all of you, a smile makes its way on his lips and eyes as he himself lets out a chuckle. “y/n? Are you copying me?” shaking your head, letting a small laugh out “Satori, please you’re the one copying me here” he just shook his out of amusement when he saw the glint of teasing in your eyes before he offended his arm to you like a gentleman would, the small action made you faint blush.
You two spent the day just walking around the mall, just browsing from store to store, having just a blast at all the random comments he makes, the last stop you guys make was the arcade, you guys played all sorts of games, air hockey, tried your luck at a pachinko machine and Tendou even tried the basketball game, which he surprisingly good at that he won a lot of tickets getting you a small rubiks cube, but near the back of the arcade something caught your eye, a purikura, Tendou saw where your eyes went and with a small smile he took your hand and walked towards the machine, and ushered you in the booth, he felt at comfortable around you, he would’ve never guessed that you were a crack head like, random outbursts of ideas and thoughts spouted from you made him laugh as you spent time together. He quickly wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him, a flash went off, that was the first shot, with the blush creeping on your cheeks you hid your face under your hair and hugged him another flash went off, that was the second shot, he tipped you head up, making you look at him, his infectious smile directed at you as another flash went off, and the last shot was of him kissing your forehead. You were left speechless after that whole scenario, seemingly in a dazed as he guided you out and grab the prints of the photos. That’s how you guys ended the date, he held your hand in his all the way back to the dorms, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek as you parted ways.
Rummaging further through the memory box, you see all the mementos you both kept from your dates, a few fallen leaves, a couple of pretty rocks, stickers, napkins, flowers, pictures, the cork from the bottle of champagne you drank at your wedding. More tears fell from your eyes as you dug through all the stuff in the box, who knew you both collected a lot of things in just a couple of years. What made you sob so hard was the acceptance letters you both got when you were selected as the few students for the incoming year.
A few months before graduation, you both got accepted into a culinary school in Tokyo, you were ecstatic as this means you and Tendou could get a place together since your parents already gave you two a small amount to get a place near the school so you two could still practice and create new dishes together, it was really no surprise to your friends or the whole volleyball team that you two would get into culinary school, you’ve always had a thing for cooking, you’d often come their practices with some bento boxes for all of the guys so they don’t have to go out and spend for food, on the weekends, the kitchen was his domain he’d let you watch him bake and oftentimes let you help him out. It’s often that the whole group get together during the weekends, you cooking for them while Tendou makes that dessert. For some reason, they got jealous of how your relationship started, it was as if all the pieces just fell into place at the right time, you two together just seemed right like you two were always suppose to be with each other. There’s always been a carefree air around him, it calmed you down so much that it helped you be more open or that’s how you saw it. You were the opposite of him always worrying, always, over thinking, being overly critical of your actions and how you overwhelmed with everything so you turned to anything that’ll help you divert your mind but once he was in your life it just got easier. He voice would immediately calm the voices spewing negative thoughts I had your head.
Looking around your room, you see pictures of you together, your graduation picture, the picture of you guys on the front of the school, the picture of your guys graduating culinary school, a photo of you two at the restaurant where you two both apprenticed and next to that was the candid shot of his proposal there, a mix of joy and hurt shoot through you as you the memory come rushing back to you.
The way he sheepishly confessed that he asked the manager if he could do his proposal there and invite your family and friends for that surprise. “Hey y/n, come with me, a customer just complained about the sauce you made being too salty, I’m not taking blame for that!” an angry chef came shouting at you, shocked and anxiousness dunning through you, you timidly follow behind him, thinking how you could screw up a simple sauce like that, your thoughts were everywhere, but once you stepped outside the kitchen you noted that the dining area was dimmer then usual, but maybe that’s because you’re used to the bright lights of the kitchen, you hear a soft melody playing, it’s one of your favourite songs ‘I Choose' you’ve always related that song to your relationship. On the far wall you see photos of you together, looking around you see familiar faces, his and your parents, your friends, the Shiratorizawa boys were there even the coach came!
The euphoria you felt from having everyone who had been part of your relationship through the ups and downs just had you in tears, your head was fuzzy with the mix of a dozen emotions swirling in you, through a blur of tears you see him kneeling in front of you, he let out a huff of breath to calm his nerves before asking you the question “y/n, my love, my baby, my better half, my paradise. You’ve stuck by my side through my highs and lows, loved me unconditionally, took care of me whenever I got sick, urged me to follow my dreams, guided me into being a better guy, especially with my chocolate making you supported my dreams like no other can, you, you made my world complete, you made me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time, you gave me your heart to cherish and protect. You made my life whole” the words flowed out of his mouth so freely, every word making more tears come out of you, every word so heartfelt, with shakey hands we presented you a pear cut yellow emerald ring “My Paradise, would you do me the honor of being my paradise for eternity?” no words could express how happy you were nodding your head, trying to stop happy tears from falling a hushed ‘yes’ slips past you lips as he stands to slip the ring on your left hand, pulling you in for a tight hug, whispering endless I love you’s and thank you in your ears as the people around you cheered for the newly engaged couple.
Biting back another sob, you feel fresh tears streaming down your cheeks as your eyes land on your wedding photo above the bed, he loved you enough to marry you, he was yours and you were his, you can’t help but stare at the framed photo, he had that infectious smile of his that made you fall from him the day you saw him. He has you up in his arms as your arms were wrapped around his neck, pecking a sweet kiss on his cheek. You asked him many times if he’d like to blowup another photo from your wedding, he simply shook his head and wrapped you up in his arms “you’re perfect in any picture of us, but in that one you look like the most perfect human being in existence and I’m just lucky to have you in my life” you basked in his love and affection on those simple words pulling him closer and burying you face on his chest, inhaling his sweet scent “I’m lucky to have you Tori, lucky to be called your wife” placing a chaste kiss on his chest as you look up to him with love-struck eyes. This was it you guys moved countries after your wedding to France since Tendou was offered a job at a famous pâtisserie there, all you wanted was your husband happy, wherever you guys may be.
You never really cared where you two were, as long as you were together, you could get lessons on the French cuisine as Tendou works, that was the plan before you guys flew out. You worked hard to learn the basics, you’d often have Tendou taste test all your creations and you’ll you the same for him since he likes to experiment with different flavor combinations, things were great the first few months of moving cross countries, you enrolled in a cooking classes there to build up your repertoire and after a few weeks of learning a few new techniques you've decided to look around for places you could work at just to keep your body busy again. You've decorated the apartment the way you liked it and how you think Tendou would like it, just adding different odds and ends giving it a familiar vibe. This place was your starting ground.
When you got a job at the nearby bistro, Tendou didn’t really mind it, since he’d often come home a bit later then usual saying something along the lines of making things in the experiment lab with the other chocolatiers at the shop to have something new for the upcoming season, in turn you thought nothing of it since you do work nights after getting a gig in a restaurant in town as well, it also means you could still have time to make his dinner and keep it warm for when he gets home. You two actually got into an argument when you got that gig since Tendou was adamant about keeping you in the apartment after the morning shift at the bistro so you don’t work yourself too hard, he wanted to start thinking about getting a kitten to keep you company when he’s out working but you argued back that you didn’t wanna feel like mooching off of him even though he said it was fine, he loved coming home to a warm meal that you made with love and gets more time to spend with you, but he did cave in after a few bats of your eyelashes.
It was perfect, you both were doing what you were passionate about, you two scheduled your offs near each other’s so one could take care of each other after a long day. But there was this weird feeling creeping in you but you simply don’t know why it was there, you and Tendou always kept communication open since you two do work different shifts and that itself puts a strain in the relationship but you two made it work. You loved him. So you would really sacrifice anything for him, he had have a rough childhood, he was bullied cause he looked different, acted different, but he wasn’t like that for you, he never was, even though he had a wicked sense for things which really surprised you, you can’t even hide a gift from him cause he knew what you’d get him or more likely sense what you’ll give him.
You don’t tell him that you swapped shifts with someone so you technically have a day off so you decided to drop by the pâtisserie where Tendou worked with some home made Pan Bagnat since it was nearing lunch, as you were close to the shop you saw his figure near the window placing new confections on display, but something made you stop, another person, a female chocolatier, was hugging him from behind and not in a friendly way, there was familiarity to it, it looked as if she’s been hugging him for so long, like she’s always hugged him, you didn’t notice that you’ve dropped the basket you were holding on the sidewalk, the glass bottle shattering on impact, the sangria spilling on the pavement, the sandwich you made, making a mess, the fruits you packed rolling in every direction. People around gasped at the scene, some tried to help in picking up the fruits that escaped, your mind in thought again, maybe you just interpreted it wrongly they’re just so so close, like a brother and sister kinda way, since they both work in the shop, you simply jumped to conclusions too fast, those thought completely vanished as the next sight you saw.
She kissed him. SHE KISSED HIM!! Your mind played that in your head like it was a song played on a loop. That was what made your heart break, that was the tipping point, he didn’t push her away, it was the opposite, he pulled her closer, the way he held her mirrored how he would hold you when he came home from work, people around you were asking you things trying to snap you out of your trance but you paid no mind to them, your legs moving on their own.
It was as if you were on autopilot, you got home, your mind racing with so many thoughts, how long had that been going on? Is she why he’d come home later than usual, is she the reason he had woken up earlier to get to work everyday? Did he spend his days off with her when you suddenly get shifts? Walking into your apartment, you didn’t know what to think, how to feel, how to make sense of things more questions come into your mind. Does he bring her here? Did they do anything sexual in the place you called home? What places were safe? Did she please him better than I did? You walked into your bedroom where the memory box laid in the middle of bed. It was your first wedding anniversary, did he really forget? Your anniversary was engraved on your wedding rings with your initials on it.
A scream of agony escaped your lips as everywhere you looked at it was all you and him the very place you thought was the safest of all was not. It's tainted with infidelity, your heart broke even more as you took the box from the bed with shaking hands contemplating on whether to open the box or not, he loved you with every part of him didn’t he? You were enough weren’t you? You made sure he was satisfied right? You gave him all the love you could and even more right? Didn’t he promise you that he’d protect your heart? You're still his paradise right? He loves you right?
Maybe opening the box, and finding something that you both placed in there would make him rethink his choices right? With broken sobs and uneven breathing, your fingers shaking as you pulled the pretty red ribbon that held the lid shut, looking at all the things that you both collected that reminded you both that you loved each other you broke even more. Every one of them held the promise of love, of fidelity, of trust. But now, a part of you is doubting every word that passed his lips, every kiss that landed on your skin made you feel dirty, every I love you's he uttered seems like a lie. You didn’t want to feel that way, you love him with every part of your being, you’re THE Mrs. Satori Tendou, no one else but you had that title, just you, it was only you right? You were his paradise for eternity right? Right?
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I hope you guys liked this, I actually really liked working on this one(played my brokenhearts plays it nonstop for it) , but I do have another one coming so...yeah!
Song inspiration :Anong Nangyari Sa Ating Dalawa by Aiza Seguerra
Song used in the proposal I Choose by Alessia Cara
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