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#and I’m like actually lifting my top up oooops
jeonginsdiary · 4 months
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- tickletober day 26
- counting
- lee! felix | ler! seungmin
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“what are you supposed to be?” felix stared at seungmin’s long white coat with wide eyes, running his fingers along the variety of tools it’s pockets held.
the younger took out a lengthy purple feather, waving it around yongbok’s face. “isn’t it obvious? i’m a doctor!” he brushed the feather along the australian’s neck. “except the staff doesn’t trust me with real doctor tools, so they told me i had to be a tickle doctor instead.” the blonde flinched at the tickly feeling, scrunching his shoulders up and wriggling away. “so… you know what that means, right~” seungmin carefully pushed the older down onto the linoleum floor, pinning his hands to his chest.
“wait, this isn’t fair! get off of me!” felix began to struggle when the vocalist got comfortable on his hips.
the brunet lifted said boy’s shirt, slowly and agonizingly lowering the tool down. “not fair? this is just payback for that massage you gave me!” the vocalist twirled the tip of the feather into yongbok’s belly button, relishing in the scream of laughter it produced.
“ahahahah! stahahap, it tickles!”
“this is nothing. you wanna see what really tickles?”
the deep voiced boy was a nervous wreck, but nonetheless intrigued. “w-what? i can handle it!”
he really couldn’t.
seungmin shrugged. “if you say so.” and with that, jeongin was bouncing into the room at the call of his name. “just hold his arms up. make sure he can’t get away.” the boy motioned to felix’s helpless body.
“oh, you’re doing that,” the maknae took the australian’s arms, pinning them above his head. he cooed at the attempted glare shot at him.
the blonde shivered. “what are you even gonna do!?” blood rushed up to his cheeks and he turned his head to avoid their gaze.
“hm…” seungmin tapped a finger on yongbok’s side, giggling when the older broke into a tiny, anticipated smile. “can you handle… your ribs being counted?”
at those words, felix felt his stomach churn in a tingly manner as he tugged at his restrained limbs. “pleasepleaseplease! don’t do this!”
“now you’re begging?” the attacker whipped the feather back out, scratching the hard end on yongbok’s lowest rib. “one~” he teased.
“nohonohonohohoho!!” the older giggled hysterically when seungmin dug the same end of the feather into the crevice before moving onto his second rib. “plehehehease, it’s reheheheheheally ticklihish!” he arched his back when the boy abandoned his tickle tool, instead using his nails to claw at felix’s third rib. the australian arched his back reflexively, only causing his ribs to protrude which never failed in prompting seungmin to dig into the clearest one. the older crashed back down every time.
“come on! really laugh for me yongbok!” the younger whined. he ducked his head down, blowing the longest raspberry he could muster on the boy’s top few ribs.
that drove him crazy.
“sto—OOOOP! KIM SEHEHEHEHEUNGMIHIHIHIN!!” felix’s laughter silenced soon after, leaving him a thrashing, flustered, ticklish mess on the ground.
jeongin released the blonde’s hands and, after a bit of nibbling (which drove the australian crazy), seungmin let up before the older actually went insane.
“don’t even try and get me back, you deserved this!”
“mhm…” yongbok replied tiredly. if he knew one thing it was that kim seungmin would not be getting away with this…
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i really hope you guys liked this one and, though it is definitely one of my least favorites, i hope you don’t think so. it makes me really happy to know that you guys reread my fics!!
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ateezmakemeweep · 4 years
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you’re the one that i want (part 20)
word count: 7k
angst, fluff (tw: anxiety attack)
(part 19) (series masterlist)
“is there a reason you don’t wanna go home? are you not safe there?”
“it’s...fine,” you say quietly. “they just say a lot of things that hurt my feelings and yell. but who’s parents don’t? it’s just....normal family problems,” you tell seonghwa quietly, blinking back the tears threatning to fall because you don’t think being smacked and kicked and fearing for your life is considered normal family problems.
“whatever they say, know it’s not true,” you hear him mumble against your head. “they don’t know how lucky they are to be able to see you everyday.”
those words leaving his mouth catch you off guard, any time he says something sweet like that making your heart flutter and tears prick your eyes. and he knows it too because he looks down at you and smiles, shaking his head before placing another peck on your nose and lips.
“please, no more crying tonight.”
and you try for him again but it proves to be a failure, burying your face in his neck and allowing your wet, salty tears to fall on his skin. you try to control your breathing and sobs threatening to leave, neither of you commenting on the death grip you have on him.
“i’m gonna miss you,” you whimper out quietly.
“i’m gonna miss you too, baby,” he says, “but i’m here now. and i’ll be here when you wake up.”
your eyes shoot open as you’re ripped from the dream of memories, tears blurring your vision and a pit in your stomach because you can remember that night so well.
your last night with seonghwa when he calmed all your worries with his sweet words and soft spoken tone. told you he loved you and that you guys would figure everything out, no matter what was gonna happen.
it was the last night you thought you’d wake up with him, the last time you thought you’d feel truly safe and protected after months of experiencing happiness you’d never felt before.
but now here you are months later, unable to move because of the heavy arm wrapped around your waist and his warm breath on your neck; but there’s also a horrible pit forming in your stomach as you quickly recall last night’s events.
remember how you finally told someone about the years of abuse and hostility you’ve dealt with, reluctantly opening up to the boy who, for the past few months, has also been hurting you.
and with his calming breaths against your skin, his warmth and scent surrounding you, it’d be too easy to transmit yourself right back to that happy place you were in in your dream.
pretend that just for a moment, as you welcome seonghwa’s touch and closeness, that things are normal. expect him to roll over and give you a kiss good morning like he always did, whine to him that you wanna stay in bed with him all day and watch movies and giggle when he kisses your nose and insists that’s what you’ll do then.
pretend that these past few months didn’t happen and that if he woke up now, he wouldn’t be reminded of the fact he hadn’t wanted you up until a few hours ago. that he told you before the summer ended he’d be there for you and then proved time and time again that he wasn’t.
but you wanna trust him so badly. let him help you and hold you and be like the person he was during that good time. but how are you supposed to really trust him now? how do you know he’s not just gonna freak out again and leave you alone?
because after what you went through and told him last night, you don’t think you’ll be able to handle it.
so it’s why you take a few minutes to breathe, now faintly aware of the rising sun and knowledge that you probably have school in an hour or two. you rest your tired eyes and allow him to hold you for just a little longer, feeling so at ease and relaxed despite your racing mind.
you hear your phone vibrate against the table next to you and pop an eye open, stiffening slightly as you try to rip yourself away from seonghwa. you work slowly to lift his arm, hearing his quiet groan as he tightens his hold on you.
“y/n...” you hear his sleepy voice mumble and you think for a second that he’s awake, about to close your eyes and pretend to be sleeping until you hear the familiar sound of his steady breathing.
you let out a sigh, moving even slower before you eventually get out of his grasp. you can’t even say you’re surprised to see no missed calls from your parents and three messages from san, his frantic questions and crying emojis bringing a sad smile to your face.
your eyes filter over to the desk where that purple turtle lie, narrowing your eyes at the overpriced figurine that served as the catalyst to your breakdown last night.
but it all had just been too much, everything had been too much. seonghwa’s presence and your exhausted body and mind. the voice in your head going back and forth about what to do and if you can trust him before you all but passed out.
it’s still too much right now and if seonghwa wakes up and looks at you a certain way, wonders why you’re still here or thinks you expect to go to school together today with a sneer on his face, there’s a good chance you’ll break down again.
so with one final look, a sad smile quirking at your lips as you watch his handsome, sleeping form, you quietly sneak out of the house to start the journey to school.
the cool morning air sends a chill down your spine and you can just feel how puffy your face is, your confessions having been as exhausting as you thought. you felt slightly better today after your good sleep (the best sleep you’ve gotten in months actually) but you were still haunted.
you’ll be haunted long after just telling someone, riddled with the effects of your parents treatment for quite some time after probably.
and who’s to even say, now that you told someone, that it’s gonna stop. you don’t even know if seonghwa’s gonna help in any way, the vulnerable state you were in last night easily putting all of your faith in him.
because despite everything, despite the way he’s treated you, a part of you still believes he’s good.
but now, with a somewhat level head, you’re also feeling hesitant and confused but mostly scared. what’s gonna happen later today when your parents confront you? how is seonghwa gonna act in homeroom or at lunch? what is san gonna ask you about-
your phone vibrating in your pocket makes your eyes grow wide, your stomach twisting at the idea of seeing seonghwa’s name on the screen. but then you relax slightly and smile, seeing san’s name and it appears he has not a care in the world that it’s only 6:30 a.m.
“hi,” you answer softly, your expression softening when you hear his sigh of relief.
“you took at least five years off my life, i hope you know this.”
your eyebrows pull together at his words, watching the cracks in the sidewalk as you walk down the pavement slowly.
“what do you mean?”
“what do i mean?” he parrots, his voice raising. “what i mean is that i, reluctantly, send you home with seonghwa and then never hear from you again! on top of the fact that wooyoung came in 20 minutes after you left but that’s a whole other story in it self. are you okay? please tell me you are. i’m gonna seriously have a-”
“san,” you say, amusement in your voice because you don’t think you’ve ever heard him so panicked before; he’s usually so sweet and calm and soft spoken. “i’m okay. i...fell asleep at his house.”
“oooop,” san says lowly and you narrow your eyes because you can just picture his facial expression right now. “are you still there?” 
“no. i snuck out while he was sleeping.”
san hums lowly and you resist the urge to scoff, wanting to ask what that noise was for when he talks again.
“and everything was..okay? i didn’t know if you were gonna be mad at me but i don’t know... you didn’t seem right yesterday, y/n.” 
you swallow the lump in your throat as tears prick your eyes, biting on your lip as you try to control your breathing; but this isn’t going away, you told your story once and you have a feeling you’re gonna have to again and again and again.
“i wasn’t,” you admit quietly, not wanting to drop that kind of bomb over the phone. “but i’m a little bit better today. and i’m not mad, san. i...we needed that, i think. i needed that. it was hard but i think we’re kind of...” you try to find the words but realize you don’t even know what you could possibly say about you and seonghwa right now. ”...actually i don’t even know,” you laugh out quietly. 
because you don’t know, you ran out before you could know anything.
“well if i know seonghwa at all, he’s probably gonna wake up and frantically search for you.”
and it appears the blonde still knows his ex-friend quite well because the second seonghwa woke to an empty bed, he became panicked. heart racing and eyes wide as he looked around his room, knowing that just a few hours ago you were wrapped up under his arm because he had watched you sleep until he passed out.
it reminded him of the night after your first time, when he watched you sleep for what felt like hours before coming to the conclusion he’d fallen in love with you. that he was deep and thriving in something as tragic as a summer romance.
he told himself he wasn’t gonna sleep at all that night because he didn’t wana forget the moment; and it’s, ironialy, the same thing he said to himself last night. 
that he had to be up when you awoke so he could tell you again that he’s gonna be there for you. that even though he hasn’t proved it much these past few months, you mean more to him than anything else and he’s gonna help you through this.
so a low curse leaves his mouth as he jumps up and searches for his car key, knowing that it’s probably a little fucking crazy to drive around and look for you but his body just acting on instinct at this point.
because he knows you’re probably thinking a million different thoughts right now, none of which are true. that he plans on ignoring you again and has no intentions of helping, that last night he was just so overwhelmed by your closeness and his desire for you so he acted as if things were like before.
but that couldn’t be further from the truth; things had always been like before and he was too stupid and insecure to realize that. 
he cared too much about what his friends thought and doubted himself and even though he still doesn’t think he’s deserving of you, his need to help and protect you is overpowering everything.
it’s why he speeds through the streets of his neighborhood and sighs in relief when he sees your familiar frame walking, phone held to your ear as he immediately pulls up to the curb.
“he really said that?” you softly ask san who was only starting to explain his drama with wooyoung from yesterday. “how would that even-”
the sound of a car behind you makes you tense and turn around fearfully, relaxing and letting out a quiet, strangled gasp when you see seonghwa through the window.
“y/n? what happened?” san asked, immediately hearing your harsh intake of air. 
“you were right,” you mumble under your breath, san letting out a scoff when he hears seonghwa’s voice calling your name. 
you watch with wide eyes as the dirty blonde walks over to you, looking down at you with a soft, almost guarded look and you hate that your first instinct is to hide away from him.
“i should go, i’ll see you at lunch, okay?” you mumble into the phone, the boy humming his response before you reluctantly hang up and look at seonghwa. his gaze feels more penetrative than usual, your lips pressing together nervously.
“why’d you leave?” he asks you quietly. his tone isn’t accusatory or upset, just genuinely curious and maybe even a little hurt which makes it worse.
“i...we have school,” you lamely say, seonghwa eyes narrowing as he looks at you. 
“and? we have an hour left till then. and i have a car.”
your eyebrows raise in surprise at him saying that, never having expected he’d be giving you a ride; because that would definitely indicate you guys know each other. 
“i just wasn’t sure if you...wanted me there still. i didn’t mean to fall asleep and i was-”
“you weren’t going home,” he says firmly, the low growl in his voice immediately  shutting you down. “you’re not going home.”
“where else am i supposed to go? i live there, seonghwa,” you say, fully ready to accept going back there tonight. 
because what else can you do? as tragic and as toxic as it is, that’s your home. that’s where your stuff is and where there’s a roof over your head. if you could just not go home, you would’ve done that many nights. 
“and i told you we’re gonna figure it out,” he says, walking closer to you and taking your face in his hand. you let out a shaky breath at the feeling, your eyes meeting his and tearing at the look in them.
that familiar soft but blazing look that never failed to make you feel safe.
and right now, not only are you confused by all of this, you’re scared, terrified really, of what’s gonna happen now that it’s out in the universe and scared that you’re gonna have to go through all of this alone.
“you told me a lot of things,” you mumble quietly, hating that you couldn’t stop the words from leaving your mouth. but you think you hate even more the way seonghwa’s face falls, his eyes looking over you before he lets out a sigh.
“i know,” he says, the hurt and distrust in your gaze breaking his heart while also reminding him of the fact that he was a fucking asshole. “but you can’t go back there, baby. i know it’s scary and that your shit is there and that you might not trust me right now but i...you just can’t, okay?”
and then when he tugs you into him, almost like he couldn’t even stop himself, and rests his lips on your head, you think you’re about to crack again. 
so even though you’re still not 100% sure on what the hell you’re supposed to do right now, trust him or not, you accept his comfort and nod against him. he breathes out a sigh of relief at the way you melt into him, his hand on the back of your head as his fingers thread through your hair gently.
“we’ll go to school together, yeah?”
you pull back upon hearing that, your eyes watery and wide and the shock in them makes him heart drop in his stomach; because it doesn’t take a genius to figure out why you’re so surprised by the offer.
“i...are you sure?” you ask him quietly, biting down on your lip nervously in a way that makes his eyes narrow. makes him take your hand in his and walk you toward the passenger seat, gently guiding you in as he buckles you in like a child who can’t do it herself.
“i don’t know if i’ll ever be able to let you out of my sight again,” he says quietly, voice so low and whispered you’re not even sure if you were supposed to hear that. but that doesn’t stop you from raising an eyebrow at him, cocking your head to the side as you peer up at him curiously. 
it’s a look that causes him to touch your cheek again, running his thumb along your warm skin as his eyes roam your face. he hates that it took something as tragic as this to snap him out of his stupid shit, finally make him step up and be there for you in the way he should’ve been from the start.
“i’m sure,” he says, voice back to a normal volume, saying words you were meant to hear. “so please, let me help you.”
you can also hear the soft desperation in his voice and it only reflects in his eyes as he looks at you, reluctantly pulling away after a few seconds and it’s then you let out the breath you were holding in.
his eyes are always gonna be what get to you. the way they hold so much emotion and fondness and really make you believe, even after everything he’s done, that he really does wanna help.
that maybe you both are just young and confused, dealing with too much heaviness and tragedy that two teens trying to be in love need. that even though what he did was wrong, it could mean something that he’s here now when you most need someone. 
but you can’t push down the feelings of doubt and nervousness, even as you look up at him and nod. he bites the inside of his cheek, eyes roaming your face once more before he lets out a quiet sigh and closes the passenger side door.
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“so...you finally getting over yourself?” 
it’s the first thing yeosang says when he sits down at lunch, the other two boys still on the line trying to convince the lunch lady to give them triple servings of chicken nuggets. 
but it’s like his words fall on deaf ears, seonghwa’s eyes trained on you and san just a few tables away. 
he had asked you multiple times to sit with him but you rejected each and every request, not wanting to deal with the questioning eyes or snide comments from his friends; you also knew san wouldn’t be comfortable with that, with the way his voice was tight and thick with emotion this morning talking about wooyoung’s surprise visit to the cafe last night.
“hey, asshole,” yeosang repeats, voice brash and abrupt as he waves his hand in seonghwa’s face. it snaps the dirty blonde out of his staring, looking over at his friend with an unamused expression.
“hi?” 
“did you not hear me?” yeosang asks, looking between his friend to follow where his eyes were just planted on. and he’s not surprised to see you, smiling softly at something san said, your small shoulders shrugging before you peek over at their table. 
“what’d you say?” seonghwa asks lowly, doing everything in his power to control the deep, guttural growl threatening to leave his throat. 
yeosang meets his friend’s gaze, eyes narrowing when he sees how tight and tense he’s been. he looked like that the second he got to homeroom, all of their eyes widening when he walked in guiding you by the small of your back. 
he had hovered and acted as if you were gonna disappear if he wasn’t by your side, the brown-haired boy hearing your quiet voice mumble “it’s fine,” when he continued to linger at your desk. 
him and mingi shared a look because something had to have happened yesterday. neither of them had ever seen seonghwa that angry before, pushing wooyoung against the desk and lowly cursing at him like he was his worst enemy and not one of his best friends.
and now here he is today, his eyes never leaving you with a soft intensity he’s also never seen before.
“i said have you finally gotten over yourself?” 
and when seonghwa only narrows his eyes in confusion even more, yeosang nods his head toward you. 
“her. are you two a thing again? finally gonna admit all your shit?”
“what does it matter to you?” seonghwa snaps, yeosang rolling his eyes before letting out a huff. 
“because you’re my fucking friend, hwa.”
seonghwa bites the inside of his cheek before he looks at you again, a hint of a smile quirking at his lips watching you giggle at something san says. it’s the happiest he’s seen you in the past 24 hours and it makes him relax despite the nervous energy coursing through his body. 
because showing up to school, everyone seeing you guys together and his friends hounding him with questions, is the least of his concerns now; he can’t believe for the past two and half months, those have been his concerns. 
“what happened?” yeosang asks, seonghwa looking at him and it only further assures the boy that something had to have. the look in his friend’s eyes wasn’t right, pent up with such emotion and frustration and desperation. 
“nothing,” seonghwa says but his voice is making it very clear that that’s a lie. “i just...i’ve been fucking up with her. really bad.” 
he looks over at you and feels his leg start to bounce, fear tightening his chest because now, instead of being concerned about people finding out he was capable of having feelings, like a normal human being, he was scared of the danger you were in. 
of you going back to your house with him later and being subjected to more pain and suffering from your parents. watching as he loses his shit and fights violence with violence because the idea of someone putting their hands on you makes his blood boil to a level he’s never felt before. 
of you somehow being ripped away from him again or not trusting him after the way he’s acted; because while he knows it’s warranted, he’s gonna do everything he can to prove himself to you.
“i love her and i fucked up and now she’s...” seonghwa swallows the lump in his throat and shakes his head, running a hand through his hair so he doesn’t scream. yeosang feels his heart soften seeing his friend in obvious distress, putting his hand on his shoulder in an uncharacteristic display of affection. 
“i know,” yeosang says. “we knew this whole time to be quite fucking honest. so we didn’t get why you were fighting it so much.”
seonghwa lets out a humorless laugh, shaking his head because how stupid. how completely fucking stupid was he? caring about that when, from the beginning, it was obvious he had feelings for you. that his friends knew the second they saw him return back that he was different. 
“i know. so now i... i don’t know if she’s ever gonna trust me again,” seonghwa says reluctantly, feeling slightly awkward and uncomfortable talking about this with someone. but he saw it in your eyes this morning, how unsure you were even though you looked up at him with such fond softness.
and yeosang doesn’t miss a beat, shrugging as he squeezes the boy’s shoulder reassuringly. 
“how ‘bout just don’t be a dick this time and actually love her,” his friend says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “you don’t have to proclaim it to the whole fucking school but make sure she knows. show her instead of saying it a thousand times in secret.”
seonghwa’s shocked by his friend’s helpful words but they also pull at something in his chest, secretly warmed and happy by the fact they really do just want him to be happy with someone.
“i thought i was gonna get you that time in the hallway,” he then says and anyone could just hear the smirk in the boy’s voice.
“wait, so you’re not in love?” yeosang asks suddenly, eyebrow quirked challengingly. and when seonghwa doesn’t answer, making your stomach twist and heart drop a little bit, he continues. 
“because you know, it’d be a little crazy to fall for someone in just one summer. but you two are kind of giving me hope since it seems to be working so well.”
seonghwa scoffs before shaking the boy’s hand off him, a smirk pulling on his friend’s lips that causes him to shake his head. 
“knew you were up to some shit that day you dick,” seonghwa mumbles lowly, his eyes moving to you because he can’t look away from you for more than two minutes today. doesn’t know how he went as long as he did not talking to you for days on end and just watching from afar.
“she really threatened to call my mommy, what a dirty move,” mingi says, his tray piled up with chicken as him and wooyoung join the two boys at the table. 
“to be fair, you really are fuckin’ annoying,” wooyoung counters, the taller boy narrowing his eyes at his friend before looking to seonghwa.
“can you choke-slam him again? 
seonghwa and yeosang can’t help but chuckle, wooyoung rolling his eyes before looking at the dirty blonde. 
they all saw this morning how he was different with you but a part of him specfically couldn’t help but feel jealous, watching as the boy so freely touched you and watched you and showed everyone you were his. 
because while a part of it was with a sense of possession, most of it was completely pure. the love and affection and care oozing from the both of you, even as guarded and unsure as your gaze was. 
and he can’t help but feel like he wants that too, looking over at you and san where the blonde is teasing you with a french fry. you catch it and throw it back at the boy, his tiny squeal filling the cafeteria as he laughs with you. 
and it’s with that he quickly turns away, feeling something pulling in his chest that he just can’t face right now; seonghwa catches his gaze and gives him a look that he just knows is gonna result in a conversation later. 
“only if he deserves it,” seonghwa says lowly, wooyoung letting out a snort as his friend’s crypticness before he throws a piece of chicken at the boy. 
“hey, fuck off! i worked hard for all of those!” mingi whines.
“oh, you didn’t do shit!” wooyoung spits, leaning back in his chair as he pops a piece of chicken in his mouth.
“i didn’t do shit?” mingi yelps, “i did all the talking and persuading! you just stood like there like a fucking idiot!”`
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“he keeps looking over here,” san says quietly, feeling the boy’s gaze on their table before he looks back at you. “so i guess this morning went...well.”
you shrug slightly as you nod, remembering the way you walked back into seonghwa’s house and plopped down on his couch together. neither of you said anything and yet, somehow, just a few moments later, you were fast asleep on his shoulder again.
you woke to a gentle kiss on your head and his hand on your cheek, asking you quietly if you wanted to miss school today. but that seemed to rip you right from your drowsiness, wanting and needing the normalcy that comes with the school day. 
it would’ve been too easy to say yes and stay wrapped up in his arms until three, bask in his comfort and familiar warmth and remember just why you two fell in love in the first place. 
but that would’ve been too painful and too fast and too much, especially given the way your heart is extremely fragile right now. 
“yeah, i fell back asleep and then we came,” you tell san quietly who just nods in understanding. 
and with the silence that follows, you know he wants to ask. 
ask what happened after you guys left and if something changed within that time. ask why seonghwa was so adamant about you lying about your injuries and the desperation he’s been seeing in his eyes lately regarding them.
but you know you’re not ready to tell him yet.
that even though you trust san more than anyone in your life right now, you can’t have him knowing this part of you yet. you can’t delve back into right now and cry in the lunchroom and risk anyone else finding out about your tragic home life. 
“i...i promise i’ll tell you everything,” you say to him, his eyes softening the second you start to speak. “i...trust you more than anyone so please don’t think it’s that. i just...i don’t wanna get into it again after last night and-”
“love, love, love,” san repeats sweetly, cutting your words off as he shakes his head and takes your hand in his. “same thing applies like before. you tell me if you want to and when you’re ready,” he says simply, a small smile brightening his face and making your body warm. 
“i just wanted to make sure you were safe and okay.”
you want to say that you are now. that, at least, you think you are now and you’re gonna try really hard to be strong during this. 
“thank you,” you say, tears pricking your eyes and a sad smile immediately covers his face. 
“you’re welcome, babe. but if you start crying, i’m gonna start crying and then thou shalt not be named are gonna come over and try to beat both of us up.”
a wet giggle leaves your mouth as you shake your head, wiping at the tiny, stray tear that managed to escape your eye. 
“i already fought with wooyoung and i’d gladly do it again,” you tease, the words leaving your mouth before you even realize that san doesn’t know about your little homeroom spat yesterday morning. 
your eyes widen and you’re about to explain yourself when san’s phone starts vibrating, looking down to see it’s his mom. he holds up a finger with an amused look in his eye, his voice raising cutely the way it always does when he talks to his parents.
you look over to see seonghwa and his friends laughing at the table, a piece of chicken being thrown through the air that hits the tallest boy square in the face. you smile softly seeing seonghwa look so carefree and happy, your chest tightening and hoping that, finally, he’s gonna let people see how sweet he is.
how sweet and good and kind he really is. 
your eyes meet and you can’t even stop the way your cheeks flush, seonghwa’s smile softening and eyes brightening before he takes out his phone. just a few seconds later, you hear your own vibrate against the table and pull your gaze away, looking down to see his name on the screen.
it makes your heart race despite seeing him just a few feet away, not used to his name there.
seonghwa [12:03] you okay?
you look over and nod your head, his eyes narrowing at you ever so slightly before san’s loud, excitable voice rips your attention away. 
“yay! guess what!”
you look across the table to see san bouncing with excitement, a wide, dimply smile on his face. 
“what?”
“we have off today! my parents are staying because a health inspector is coming and apparently, us sitting on the counters and eating all the cookies made them wary.”
and you truly wish you could match the boy’s excitement. clap or smile or kindly remind him that you rarely are the one eating cookies.
but your mind immediately thinks that, now, you have to go straight home. you don’t have the safe haven that’s been the cafe to destress from school and mentally prepare for the few hours with your parents.
and especially after not coming home last night? not answering your dad’s call you actually saw you missed or just talking to them at all? 
you were done. you were absolutely done.
you were gonna hear the front door slam against the wall and hear their feet stomping down the hallway to your door. you were gonna hear their fists pounding until they either got the lock open or scared you enough to open it. 
they were gonna scream and yell insults at you until those weren’t enough and they had to put their hands on you and-
“y/n?” san asks softly, your chest heaving and eyes staring down as you struggle to catch your breath. you don’t even realize you’re shaking until you feel like you’re about to fall off the chair, your hand gripping the edge of the table before you jump to your feet. 
“i...” you swallow down the lump in your throat, eyes frantically searching the room before the doorway catches your eye. and you know you just need to get out once you see that exit, suddenly hyper aware of loud chatter of voices and books being thrown on the table in the bustling cafeteria. 
“i’ll be right back.”
“y/n, wait,” san says, standing up to follow you before you rush out the door with your head down. he snaps his head to the side when he hears a chair scuff against the floor, seonghwa ignoring the voices of his friends as he quickly jumps up follows behind you. 
he watches the dirty blonde run off and call your name, the pout on san’s face making one boy across the room wish he could be like seonghwa and console the person he cares about most. 
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you were headed straight for your designated bathroom stall when you felt a gentle tug on your hand, being spun around to see the eyes you know so well. staring down at you with such concern, reminding you of that familiar calming presence that helped you some nights on your balcony.
“what happened?” he asks calmly, his voice low but serious as he resists the urge to pull you into his arms; he needs to hear you talk first, make sure you trust him enough to really tell him what’s going on.
and at first, he sees the fear and apprehension in your panicked eyes. sees that you might wanna find comfort in him but you’re still scared. so he gently reaches out and takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers and allowing his thumb to slowly caress your clammy skin. 
“i need you to breathe, okay?” he says quietly, throat tightening because it’s obvious you’re struggling. he doesn’t know why or what happened within the five minues he looked away from you but he can tell you really need to breathe. 
so he lets you decide the next move, whether you wanna do this on your own or fall into him and allow him to comfort you. 
and he can’t even pretend to feel relieved when you fall into his body a few seconds later, breathe against his chest as his calming, familiar scent surrounds you. he immediately wraps his arms around you, his hand running through your hair and voice cooing lowly in your ear.
cooing the phrase that got you through those the last few weeks of summer, the softly spoken “i’m here,” that you clung onto with such hope. hope that he crushed on your first day here but think, and hope, he’s trying to repair. 
it’s hope that you really need right now because without it, you don’t know what you’re gonna do. you don’t know if you can survive this life alone.
“i...i don’t have work.”
he didn’t expect those to be the ones that leave your mouth but he’s sure that’s what your shaky, sweet voice says. 
“i don’t have work and now i have to go home and i’m gonna- they’re gonna come home and go crazy and i don’t think i can handle it, hwa. i know they’re gonna be so mad and they won’t even-”
“you don’t have to,” his deep voice says simply, low in your ear as he tries to hold his shit together seeing you like this. “i told you you’re not going back there.”
“where-where am i supposed to go?” you whimper, looking up at him with tears in your eyes. “i have nowhere else to go. i-i can’t and won’t intrude on my aunt with this. i can’t bother her like that.”
and because you’re so out of it, you miss the way seonghwa’s face twists suspiciously. 
“baby, you need to listen to me,” he says, his hands cupping your cheeks so he can wipe your face. “it’s friday, right? we’ll go to your house, get your stuff and you can stay with me, if you want. or...san, if you’d feel better with that. i don’t think he’d mind, but you’re not fucking staying-”
“i wanna stay with you.”
and he thinks it’s just because you’re in the state that you’re in right now that you blurt it out so fast, looking up at him like you’re terrified he’s gonna leave you again; but that couldn’t be further from what’s gonna happen. 
“then you’ll stay with me.”
you let out a shaky breath as you nod your head, burying your face back in his shirt. you inhale his scent and relax against him, his hand running through your hair as he repeats himself again and again.
he doesn’t know if later tonight you’re gonna feel the same way. wanna be comforted by him so closely and tightly when, really, you should be rebuilding your relationship. proving himself to you in a way that you deserve, not that you guys just keep living through the memories and love from summer. 
because he doesn’t care what he has to do, he’s gonna prove it to you in any way he can. 
but then when you’re standing outside of your house with him, your body rigid and eyes wandering, you feel yourself ready to crumble again. your hand reaching for his as you stare at the house, the walls already managing to be filled with such pain and suffering and dread. 
“let’s go in and pack you a bag, yeah?”
you look up at seonghwa and he can see the anxiety in your eyes still, his heart squeezing painfully in his chest at the sight. his hand not holding yours reaches out to cup your cheek, wanting so badly to peck your lips and assure you everything’s gonna be okay. 
“they’re not home, baby. you said they won’t be home for an hour, right?”
you nod your head, irrational thoughts flooding your mind the more you start to worry. 
what if they can just sense you’re up to something and left work early? what if there’s miraculously no traffic on the parkway and they get here quicker than usual? what if they never went to work at all and are in there right now?
“what if they...come home early? what if they find us? my mom is usually the first one to come home but my dad isn’t far behind. he’s- he’s the one i’m scared for.”
and seonghwa almost hopes that that man walks through the door and says something, feeling his fists ball and veins course with anger.
“then i’ll fucking kill him.”
your eyes widen at the growl in his voice, stomach twisting in fear because that’s even more of a reason you don’t want him coming home early. 
“seonghwa! you- you can’t say stuff like that.”
but he only shrugs his shoulders and tightens his hold on your hand, nodding his head toward the house. 
“then we better get in and out.”
the next five minutes are full of panic and chaos for you, running around your room and the bathroom across the hall for all of your essentials. and it’s after you’re almost done packing your bag that you hear a car door slam outside, your head snapping to seonghwa who’s standing by the window.
“seonghwa...” you whisper, the fear in your shaky voice immediately causing him to peek out the blinds. but when he doesn’t see a car in the driveway, he assures you everything is okay. 
but that’s hard to do when you hear the familiar clicking coming from the front door a few moments later, the sweatpants in your hand dropping to the floor when full fledged panic runs through you again.
“seonghwa, they’re here, oh my god, what are we gonna-”
his hand wraps around you waist and he pulls you behind him, turning around to cup your face in his hands. 
“shhh. you need to breathe for me, baby, okay? i know you’re scared but it’ll be fine. i’m here.”
you bite the inside of your cheek as tears well up, the fact that he’s here almost making this worse because he can get hurt now. your dad could take his anger and frustration out on him and then you’ll really never forgive yourself. 
“don’t go out there.” 
seonghwa’s eyes narrow as he peers down at you, a look of ‘you know that’s not happening’ that makes your lips fall into a frown.
“please, seonghwa, we can just jump out the-”
but then the door squeaking open makes the words die in your throat, chest heaving up and down because your bedroom door is open and frantic footsteps are coming down the hall.
your grip on seonghwa is painfully tight as you try to pull him behind you but his feet are planted right on the ground, firm and towering and you don’t know if you’ve ever felt someone so stiff in their life. 
but all of that fades, your own anxiety included, when you hear a familiar voice that always served to calm you; ever since you were a scared child and first heard her outside her beach house.
“y/n? seonghwa? where are you t-” but then she stops in the doorway and her heart breaks at the sight, seonghwa standing protectively in front of you while you peek around his body, tears streaming down your red, puffy face now twisted into shock.
nobody says anything until the woman makes her way over, grabbing your hand gently before pulling your body into her. you don’t know if you start crying first or if her crying starts yours again but you listen in tears as your aunt mumbles apologies into the room. 
says how sorry she is that you’ve been living like this and that she had no idea. that she didn’t see the signs or keep you safe and can’t believe it’s been happening for as long as it has.
but you can only shake your head and mumble “no,” over and over again.
because this wasn’t anyone’s fault. it wasn’t her’s, or seonghwa’s for telling her or even yours, but your parents who never should’ve had you in the first place. should’ve never brought someone into the universe who they didn’t plan on loving and caring for.
but the older woman and boy sharing looks right now have had those exacts plans since the moment they met you, the former mouthing “thank you,” to seonghwa who only smiles and nods, watching the woman pull your face back and wipe at your tears.
her eyes travel to the small bag on your bed, her head shaking before she picks up the sweatpants on the floor and throws them onto your bed.
“you’re gonna need to pack a lot more than that.”
(part 21)
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thadelightfulone · 3 years
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All I Want... 25 Days of Christmas Challenge, Day 18
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December 18th - Part 3
Erik sat back and observed DeeDee as she finished her gumbo. She wiped her mouth with a napkin. They shared a smile. When it was genuine, it reached to the eyes and lifted their full cheeks. When she looked over at him, he saw the same big bright eyes behind her glasses that he always saw when looking at Miss Carrie.
He could see the familial resemblance between them now. And after seeing Miss Carrie after so many years, he could see exactly what DeeDee would look like in about 50 years. He smiled at the thought of waking up to an aged like fine wine DeeDee. 
“What?” DeeDee asked.
“Huh, oh. It’s nothing.” Erik took a sip of his drink.
“Not true. You have been staring at me for the last five minutes.”
“Ok, you caught me. I was just noticing how much you look like Miss Carrie.” He set his drink down. “I don’t think I would have ever put that together.”
“Oh yeah, she’s my twin. Or so I’m told.” DeeDee shrugged, “I just see Mama so I don’t pay it much attention.”
“Girl, you gonna stop downplaying what I passed on to you.” Miss Carrie said as she dropped off two more plates. She looked at Erik. “You still like Red Velvet?”
“Yes ma’am- Miss Carrie. You would swear I still come in here every week? How do you do that?” He pulled the plate with the red velvet cake towards him.
“There are just some people and things you remember, baby.” She collected their bowls, “You need anything else?” 
“I think we are good Mama.” DeeDee glanced at Erik who was already shoveling bites of cake into his mouth, “Maybe one to go?”
“Sure thing, suga. I’ll leave it in the kitchen, you can pick it up when you leave.”
Miss Carrie left the table and DeeDee reached for her piece of 7-up pound cake. Her hand met Erik’s as she tugged the plate towards her.
“Excuse me. You have your dessert.” She smacked his hand, “This one is mine.”
“But, I want to try some.” 
“Then you could ask politely.”
“May I have a bite?”
DeeDee eyed him.
“Please.”
“Nah, you good with your cake. You don’t need any more.”
“Come on, Dr. DeeDee. Please.” Erik pouted. 
“Don’t you dare.”
“You gonna deprive me of some cake?”
DeeDee covered her mouth to try and stifle her giggle. Erik noticed her movements.
“Oh, you are nasty, Miss DeeDee.” He brushed her hand away from the plate, “I was only talking about what is on this table.” 
DeeDee grabbed her cup. 
Erik took his fork and cut into her piece of cake. He savored the bite, then moaned as he swallowed. “But if you are as sweet as this, then I mean I want a bite of that as well.”
DeeDee choked on her iced tea. 
“You good?” Erik patted her on the back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
DeeDee held her hand up as she tried to get her breathing under control. It took a few moments and a short coughing fit, but she was ok. She picked up her fork and jabbed him in the hand.
“Ow, what was that for?”
“You know what that was for?” She lowered her voice, “I can’t believe you said that.”
“Oh, you thought I would only make those statements online or over the phone.” He sat back and laughed, “Nah, this is me, sweetheart.”
“I see why you wouldn’t want anyone to call you Doctor anymore.” She pulled the cake back in front of her. “You are awful.” She tried to hide her smile.
“If you don’t like it, just tell me and I’ll stop.” Erik turned his whole body towards her.
DeeDee picked up her fork and cut a piece, “I never said I didn’t like it.” She popped the bite into her mouth and licked the end of the fork. 
Erik’s eyes went wide and he picked up his drink, “You better stop that.” 
“Or what?”
He took a sip and put his glass down. “If we were anywhere else, I would make you pay for that.” 
“Pay me back? I am only giving you a taste of your own medicine.” She waved the fork at him, “You are a walking tease. Do people know this about you?”
“It is only meant for certain people to see or know.” Erik winked at her. 
DeeDee’s cheeks heated up at his comment and she looked away from him. 
“Exactly. So, as long as you know where you stand -- you getting all this attention, girl.”
“I see that.” DeeDee closed her eyes.
Erik grabbed her hand in both of his. “DeeDee, look at me.” 
She turned towards him. 
“If I am coming on too strong, you’ll let me know, right?” He caressed the top of her hand, “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
DeeDee nodded at him, “We wouldn’t be here, if I was. Trust, I kind of knew you were a handful and much more comfortable being so -” she waved her free hand, “open than me. But I do enjoy that part.” She maneuvered her hand so that she could hold his. “I like the simple, too.” 
“I’ll dial it back,” he squeezed her hand, “for now.”
Erik licked his lips at her and DeeDee shook her head at him. 
She reached for his fork and cut another piece of her cake and fed it to him. 
“Thank you.” 
“You’re welcome.”
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Erik watched as DeeDee left the table to go to the kitchen. 
“So, my great-grandbaby, huh?” Miss Carrie’s smiling voice came from beside him. 
“She is wonderful.”
“That she is. But you know what I mean.”
Erik nodded, “She found the note, Miss Carrie.”
“NO. Really?” She slid into the booth beside him.
“It’s actually how we met.”
“I thought you said Quis introduced you two.”
“She went in search of the note writer and it led her to Quis. He told me someone was looking for me for my expertise. Then I get this email from DeeDee telling me she found my note in the textbook.”
“Well, I’ll be. Who would have thought? You finally put into words what you wanted, and she showed up.”
“Yeah, who would have thought.” He wrapped his arm around her, “So, how are you? Are things ok?”
She tapped the hand on her shoulder, “I’m fine baby. Things have picked up again and I have been able to expand a bit.” She sighed, “I never did thank you for helping me out.” 
“It’s not necessary. I couldn’t let anything happen to this place. It’s home.”
“Home. But you never come and visit?”
“I deserve that. Quis got on me for that, too.”
“Had you visited,” she looked straight ahead at DeeDee, “You would have found her a lot sooner.”
Erik laughed, “But I don’t think I would have been ready for her. Not like I am now.”
“Good answer.” Miss Carrie stood up, “Hey baby, you get all that I set aside?”
“Mama, I just said some extra cake.” She held up two bags of food. “You gave the man a whole meal including an entire cake.”
“And he will still be back in here before he leaves. What’s your point?”
“Did I , at least, get some slices of cake?”
“Yup, it’s the container on top of his cake.”
“So, what’s the damage?” Erik pulled out his wallet.
“Boy, if you think,” Miss Carrie pulled out her spoon. “You both are asking for it.”
“You heard the lady. Let’s go before we both get beat.” DeeDee leaned over and gave her great grandmother a kiss. “See you soon, Mama.”
“Alright baby. You two, be safe.” She hugged her, “And congratulations, Dr. Chabert.”
DeeDee smiled, “Thank you, Mama.”
Erik grabbed DeeDee’s purse, stood up, and gave Miss Carrie a hug and kiss on the cheek. “Thank you again, Miss Carrie.”
“You know you are always welcome here. Now, don’t be a stranger and come see me before you go back to California.”
“Yes ma’am.” 
Erik let DeeDee walk ahead of him as they headed towards the front of the restaurant.
Miss Carrie watched as they left and stuck her hands in the pocket of her apron. She shook her head and pulled the cash out, “That damn boy.”
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They arrived back at DeeDee’s apartment. Erik carried all the bags inside as DeeDee opened the door.
“Do you want me to keep your food? I know that little mini fridge ain’t gonna cut it.”
“Yeah, you right. But that’s not why I want to keep it here.”
He followed DeeDee into the kitchen.
She looked at him as she removed all the containers from the bags.
“You don’t need a reason to come over, if you just ask.” 
Erik stood back as DeeDee laid everything on the counter. “Is that red beans and rice?” He reached for it.
She slapped his hand, “Stop that.” She moved it away from him, “You would eat all this food tonight, if you could.”
“Yeah, I would.” He looked down. “It’s been a long time since I have had some good southern cooking. And your great-grandma’s is the BEST!!!” 
“Oh, you can let that shit go now.” 
“Oooop, did I hit a nerve Little Miss DeeDee?” He walked around the island to stand beside her.
“Shooo,” DeeDee stood in front of the fridge. “Let me put this all away. I don’t trust you not to do something.”
“Wow, really? I was just gonna help you.” 
She pointed to the other side of the island, “You had a perfect view from over there.”
“So, you are gonna shake a lil something for me?”
DeeDee shook her head and picked up some food containers and put them in her fridge. She stood up straight the whole time while reorganizing items inside to make room for the new ones. She turned around and saw Erik posted on the island, just watching her. 
“What, man?”
“You, woman.”
DeeDee stopped moving the food to her fridge. 
“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. You’re finally in front of me.” He used his hands to outline her, “In all your glory. I just can’t believe you have been hiding from me.”
“Excuse you. But I was not hiding from you. You just happened to see me in my normal everyday attire.”
“Hoodies and yoga pants or sweats?” Erik crossed his arms over his chest, “The lies.”
“Nope, that is my normal clothes around the house. We all don’t run around wearing nothing just because we live alone.”
“One time and you won’t let me live.”
“Absolutely not.” She leaned back on the fridge, “I was minding my little business and made the decision to give you a call. Only for you to visually assault me when you answered.”
“Visual assault? That’s cute. Especially when I could see the flush on your face when you came back on screen.” He dropped his arms, “Tell me I’m lying.”
“Listen, I was not expecting to see all of that. Just your face and shoulders max, ya know.” She moved forward and hip checked him, “Excuse me, I need to put this away.”
Erik barely moved from the bump, but he side-stepped out of her way. “Well, can I at least have another piece of cake before you put it away?”
“Yeah, the desserts are still on the counter.” DeeDee reached up for a plate. “Here you go. The utensils are over there.” She pointed to the other side, near the stove.
Erik took the plate and opened the container with some 7-up cake inside. He grabbed a fork and put a piece on his plate. He closed it up and moved behind the counter.
DeeDee finished up putting away the food and took out a small container. She grabbed another plate and a bowl. She went to the sink, dumped the container and rinsed it off. Then she turned back to the counter, and grabbed a slice of cake. 
“Of course, you took some of mine.” DeeDee dumped some raspberries on her plate and set the bowl down. 
“I thought what’s mine is yours and what’s yours is mine?”
“We aren’t there yet.”
“Yet? So, you see it too?”
DeeDee stuffed her mouth with cake and fruit, then shrugged. 
“Alright, you gonna answer that one of these days.” Erik took his plate to the sink and washed it off. 
He watched her continue to eat, and popped a few raspberries into his mouth. He looked at his watch.
“So, what time am I picking you up to go to the Christmas Festival tomorrow?”
DeeDee swallowed and set her fork down, “Oh, I always meet Dr. O and his family at his place then we carpool from there.”
“Always, huh?”
“Yeah, it’s been a tradition for the last few years since a lot of my cousins thought they were too old to go. I ran into them one year and joined them.”
“That’s sweet.” He walked over to her. “So, then I guess I will see you tomorrow at Marquis’.”
DeeDee inhaled his scent as he moved in close. “Yeah, tomorrow.” She took his hand and walked him to her door. “Thank you for tonight. I had a great time.”
He swung their hands together, “I’m glad to hear that. I’m here until next Saturday, so maybe we can do it again.”
“Just say you want to see my great-grandma again, next time.” She pouted. 
He dragged his thumb against her bottom lip, “What did I tell you about pouting?”
“You don’t like when I do it.”
“No, you don’t have to do that around me.” He lifted her chin so that she looked directly at him. “I can see Miss Carrie at any time. Besides, Dr. Bell’s retirement, I am here for you, DeeDee.” 
She closed her eyes. 
“I know you know that.” He removed his hand from her chin and grabbed her other hand. 
“I do.” 
“So, understand that I am trying to spend as much time as I possibly can with you.” He rubbed the backs of her hands, “Okay?”
DeeDee slowly opened her eyes, “Yeah. I understand.”
“I’ll let you know when I get back to my hotel.” He leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. “Good night.”
He released her hands to open the door, and left.
DeeDee walked over to her chair and dropped into it. “Is this what love feels like?”
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thesolotomyhan · 4 years
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Narcos México: Dating them would include: (4/7)
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I low key feel so insecure because my headcannons be hella long, I’m so sorry in advance because I may have gotten carried away on this one😅. Enjoy!
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Tags: @fandomnerd16 , @visintaes
Warnings: NSFW!
Ramon:
My ramoncito is such a hot head and filled with heated emotions, impulsive if you may
You were the wrecking ball that crashed into his life when he first met you,,, but in a good way
At first, when he would try to talk to you, he would stutter his words out to you, his palms were sweating, and it suddenly felt like the room was 200 degrees,,, he was getting BEYOND frustrated with himself
He honestly doesn’t even know how he asked you out or even why you agreed to go on a date with him but either way it was the best thing he’s ever done
Ramon rambles on to no end about you when you’re dating, te presuma el cabrón
“Te lo juro, mi mujer está bien pinche guapa, mi muñeca es un ángel de Dios”
Ramon’s kisses are the literal definition of passion and lust, like wow
I just know Ramon would sneak up behind you to pick you up when you come visit him at his house,
You’re just talking to Enedina or something and next thing you know, you feel someone excitedly pick you up and twirl you around
“Mi princesa, que haces aqui?” Wow
The other thing that comes to dating Ramon is the need of patience from you, he’s not one to openly talk about his worries even if he trusts you with his whole heart
Every time Benjamin is worried about Ramon’s attitude, he’s calling you to come talk to him
Because you’re always successful in talking him through his doubts and anger issues,
all you have to do is bring his eyes to focus on you and soothe him with words until he can actually think straight
The puppy eyes he gives you when you tell him you love him with your alma and that it’s going to be ok🥺
Jesus, the sheer amount of gifts this man will give you is just out of this world
Like it’s not even a surprise anymore to his family when a truck load of roses and other fancy shit arrives one day, they’re all like, oh yeah Ramon’s going on a date with his novia, right?
He does it because he can’t get over the way your face lights up, it makes him feel proud that he’s the only one able to do that
Ice cream and antojito dates are a must, ok 🥺👉👈. , don’t look at me
He loves taking you to club dates too, like he’s the definition of “live life to its fullest”
That and because he’s just embobado with the way you dance and how close y’all would dance together
Like can you imagine, dancing to the beat of the music with your ass grinding up against his hips as like your reaching behind you to grab hold of his hair,, and his hands are on your hips— lord, Ramon fucking lives for that
“Mira lo duro que me haces sentir, princessa” ok- Let me leave before I get carried away
I just know, all the dates he takes you on are always fun and it’s where you both lose track of time
Soft!Ramon is what I live for, I can see after your dates end, he’s leaning his forehead on yours and smiling at you🥺
He can’t let go of you
, it makes him so fucking happy when he wakes up in the morning with you cuddling into him, it’s how he always wants to start his mornings
Look, Ramoncito seems like the one not looking for marriage or that soft shit like Benjamin.
but when it comes to you, his heart just fucking ruptures with passion and el amor verdadero, he can’t help it
He can’t even begin to think about even losing you to some cabrón, and him not being the one enjoying your presence
your the only one who has truly captured his heart without even trying and he never wants that feeling to go away, I’m sobbing
So he definitely fiddles and secretly looks into engagement rings👀 with the help of Enedina’s advice because we all know she would be so excited that Ramon found someone that makes him sane and truly loves him
“No la quiero perder, Dina, no se que haria sin ella”
I can’t, you make him so SOFT that even everyone in his family pitches in to help convince him propose to you- they love seeing you two together-
***overprotective***
Even if someone just looks at you the wrong way,; or for making a bad comment towards you,, he’s already 0-100 real quick and pulling his gun out
This man causes so much disruption because no hijo de la chingada is going to get away with disrespecting you
You know that once scene at Roxanne where Chapo and Cochi were bullying Francisco and then all hell broke loose,, yeah now imagine like Cochi trying to get a rise out of Ramon by “jokingly” catcalling you- oooop
“¿Cuándo vas a prestarme a tu vieja, Ramón? a lo mejor puedo chingarmela mejor que tú”
Oh no, no no no,, you’re already trying to grab Ramon’s arm as he does a full 180
Red, that’s all Ramon sees as he’s already swinging and hell breaks loose once again-
Even though Ramon would just love to kill Cochi right there for saying that, he can't, but he’ll get it one of these days 👀
Anyways-
Ramon loves to pick out outfits with you as well, he likes giving his opinion about which outfit would slap and would go along with his,
he wants to make people jealous about how hot Ramon’s mujer looks, like the fucking smug look he has on his face as he walks in with you
He has pride in how only he gets to touch you the way he can while others can only drool and watch from afar
Ramon is always having his hand resting on your waist or your ass, and you can’t tell me he would not give an occasional squeeze or slap to your ass, like this bastard would
Ramon would be one to have you sitting on his lap all the time with his arms wrapped around you, making you laugh as he lightly kisses your neck-
In the end, Y’all are just a fun af couple, attached to the hip and inseparable, I’m in love
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Oooooohhhhh boy, does my man have SO many kinks, but we’ll get to that in a minute
He’s one to never turn down a blowjob from you, like the intense gaze he’ll give you as he sees you gagging on him
This man loves his pleasure, he’s desperately thrusting into your mouth as he lets out the loudest groans all the while tangling his hands in your hair- ok
Ramon fucking lives for seeing you in his bed
From the beginning where your smiling up at him, naked for him and pulling him down to get him to do something
To the end of the night when your whimpering and trembling after he’s done with you, like damn
The roughest sex happens with Ramon
I’m gonna say it…. Because it’s the truth
Ramon will eat you out until you can’t even speak right and your trying to weakly push him away
This mf will laugh into you as he forces your legs open and fingers you-
“Sé que puedes hacer uno más, solo uno más para mí bebé”
As he’s forcing you to look at him as he harshly rubs your sensitive clit-
Ramon has to see your facial expressions, he has them engraved into his memory and he also just loves seeing how he can make you feel, the way your soul leaves your body-
Jesus, this man is never fucking quiet, and that goes for you too, he hates seeing you trying to be quiet
“No te calles, no, dejen que nos escuchen”
He has a way of making you feel that he’s touching you everywhere and that, just by itself makes you lose control of yourself
-Overstimulation-
At the beginning, Ramon is setting a pace where he’ll try to go slow and hard at first because you can’t tell me that this man also loves soft sex 🥺
but damn, he can’t hold himself back, nopeeee, not right now with the way you’re desperately groping him and saying his name
Ramon starts to tear off your bra and panties because he feels like he’s going to explode if he’s not inside you in the next 2 seconds
You’ll pull him down to kiss him as he pushes into you, wow
God, his thrust game, his hand game, everything,, is just over the top
He’s not letting you catch your breath after your orgasm before he’s changing positions and pounding you again, not losing momentum
You’re literally shaking and begging him to stop from all the pleasure but you just go back to moaning as he picks up the pace,,,,
You’ll have tears of pleasure rolling down your checks as you feel him spread your legs even more, the emotions, I’m here for it
Ahem* my next point ,, choking kink, you know my man has one,
He has you laid out onto his bed beneath him as he adds a bit of pressure to your neck as he grips your hip with the other hand
Like shit, his fucking hand is so big, it just easily latches onto your neck-
Possessive af alright, he wants you to be screaming his name so it’s the only thing on your mind
He just needs to feel you and claim you all over again as his mujer
“Puto Cochiloco, hijo de su reputa madre, piensa que te puede hacer gritar como yo puedo”
you know he’s taking his frustration out on you after that encounter, he needs reassurance that only he can make you cum the way he can
Angry/Frustrated sex would be the only time he’ll let you roll your head back, because like wow, you’re always screaming his name out as you grip onto the bed frame
Fuck- when he’s thrusting from behind you, doggy style
He’ll pull your hair as he growls into your ear about who you belong to as he sneaks his hand in between your thighs again-
“Quien es tu papi?”-
And unlike Benjamin, he’s not one to hide your night of passion
He’s marking you up in the most visible fucking areas and always laughs when you scold him in the morning when your trying to cover them up
The Soft Sex, yeah, he only does that when he’s celebrating something with you, like either it’s your anniversary your birthday or something like that
The eye contact is a must in this situation, alright
He’s never looking away, like he’s looking up at you as he just devours your core and he holds your hands near your hips
Fuck, the softest but hardest thrusts as he grips your hip and lifts your leg to wrap around him
And this man still manages to give you multiple orgasms, doesn’t matter if it’s rough or the softest sex, he’s still doing it
overdosed on sex is what happens with Ramoncito
But he would be one to pepper kisses everywhere and praise how good you were for him-
The best feeling in the world for him is waking up to you sleeping on his chest with your clothes scattered all over the room- aight imma just head out
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