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harveyb-wabbit92 · 2 years

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Submas: Dragon shifter/soulmate au

Dragon Soulmate au: you were born with a strange ability that links you to one of the twin dragons of Unova.

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Reshiram! Emmet:

[Afab/Drag king! reader.]

"*hic* 'Cuse me" Y/n said clearing their throat as another hiccup escaped their mouth, while they listened to one of their clients tell her best friend where she was last night! See the cabaret Y/n work was hosting a bachelorette party, and the bride to be just found out her groom to be, Slept with someone in in her friend group! Y/n had a good feeling about who the culprit was; considering no in the group caused Y/n's... hiccups to act up, like the bride's best friend did.

They bit their tongue resisting the urge to tell the Bride what a scummy woman her maid of honor truly was, but knew alcohol and high emotions was a dangerous mix. So, Y/n kept their mouth shut... Until the MOH went home and Y/n decided to break their silence and tell the bride their suspicions, that earned Y/n a "How dare you accuse my best friend!" and the belligerent bride grabbed the host by the arm only to yelp and retract her hand like she'd grabbed a hot iron, and in a way she sort of did.

See, ever since Y/n was young there was the strange phenomenon that surrounded them... Aside from the lie detecting hiccups? they also seemed to have some invisible flame shield thing that protected them from people who showed any ill will or romantic intentions towards them!

It wasn't so bad when they were younger, cos' Y/n was very solitary child preferring to read with their Absol, but over time yearning for human companionship and touch starvation started setting in and Y/n would like to have a romantic partner without having them turn into a well-done steak every time they tried to get it on....

Yes it's happened, Y/n tried have a one night stand and the guy/gal passed out from heat-stroke which baffled the hell out of the EMTs when they checked them over, seeing as it was in the middle of November when this happened! Needless to say that guy/gal never called Y/n again, and the poor host was left thinking they were cursed to be alone.

A few weeks after the bachelorette party, Y/n was invited by their old job at the Nimbasa's trainer's academy to be a volunteer chaperon a camping field trip Drakon lake (not a cannon area I made it up) to do a observation of how the cold weather effected the fire and grass Pokémon in the area, this year aside from you and two other teachers, they had a celebrity volunteer: Emmet Trevithick of the Gear station, he was an odd one that's for sure! When he wasn't challenging students, he seemed pretty hellbent on getting to know Y/n much to their bafflement.

Over the course of the trip Emmet would often follow Y/n around like a lost Growlithe, asking where they were from, if they always wanted to be a teacher? When Y/n explained that they weren't a teacher anymore, it’s just that the school knew this group of students was known to be feral and unruly to the staff, but they surprisingly respected Y/n and listened to their old teacher. So, whenever these sort of trips were planned, Y/n was the first person the school would call and voluntell them to supervise the trip. Y/n would agree every time, When Emmet asked what they did now?

Y/n simply answered with a curt "Bartending..." as a small squeaky hiccup caused them to jerk up a bit... that wasn't a complete lie, People just get the wrong impression when Y/n tells them they work at a cabaret people automatically assume it's a strip-club and Y/n is a stripper, Emmet hummed at them curiously for second Y/n thought they saw his eyes flash blue, and his smile faltered a bit but quickly went back to normal, a little while later Emmet was in the middle of collecting the kid's observation logs when two late comers came running from the lake trail.

Emmet recognized them from Y/n's group! the kids were talking so fast he barely caught what they were saying. "Y/n fell through the lake!" The conductor’s heart sank as he ran off into to the wood towards the lake, luckily the trees masked Emmet's transformation into his true form in a orange flash, Emmet Trevithick was replaced with the legendary dragon Reshiram!

The dragon Pokémon made it to lake where he saw Y/n's Absol stood nearby with terrified expression he followed her gaze and saw a hole in the ice! Reshiram/Emmet drove in into frozen lake without a second thought! Absol waited by the shore pacing a few seconds later Reshiram emerged from the lake with Y/n passed out on his head...

{mini timeskip]

*Urg... why's it so hot?* Y/n groaned and looked around confused wondering why was everything soft and white. Oh right... *I fell in the lake rescuing one of the kids...Am I in the hospital?" Y/n wondered as they sat up and winced they had gnarly headache as their eyes began to focus, They realized they weren't at the hospital they were in a cave! Y/n was further shocked to find themselves tucked in and snuggled up the white fur of a sleeping Reshiram, Y/n felt their heart rattle in their chest as they tried to quickly and quietly escaped but backtracked when they realized they were naked!

Y/n covered their chest sank deeper into the white dragon's fur while looking around frantically for their clothes, only to be greeted by a giant blue eye staring at them. "Y/n! Are you okay?....how are you feeling?" a familiar voice echoed in Y/n's mind as Reshiram watched them, it took a few seconds for them to recognize that voice.... "e-Emmet?" they stammered in shock. Needless to say, Y/n nearly passed out again as Reshiram/Emmet let out a soft rumble with they assumed was chuckle.... Confirming their suspicion.

Emmet explained everything to Y/n after giving them their clothes back, (they were drying off on his back.) To Y/n was shocked was an understatement, they absolutely floored, when they found out they were Emmet's soulmate, and that the lie detecting hiccups and fire shield was his boon.

"Wait... so you're the reason I've been touched starved virgin my entire life?!" Y/n said accusingly while pointing up at him dramatically Reshiram/Emmet tilted his head as he blinked at them dumbfounded before smirking. "Y'know...." in a flash of orange Reshiram was gone and Emmet was standing in front of them holding their hand. "We could change that.~" he purred kissing their hand, Y/n's face felt like it was on fire as a slap resonated through cave followed by a wimpy "Ooww... I was joking!" Needles to say the kids were so relieved the see Y/n was okay and very confused why Emmet had a hand print on his cheek.

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Zekrom! Ingo:

{Fem/ Bi reader!}

They warned Y/n not to walk around Nimbasa at night. "dammit, what the hell?!" a guy exclaimed as he retracted his hand really fast and started shaking and flexing it, His friend asked what was up? "I don't know, I saw this cute girl and when I went to talk to her, I got shocked by something!" the two men started looking around the park confused wondering if there was Pokémon nearby, neither noticed the flustered y/ht woman hastily walk out of the park! "It happen again..." You mumbled to her red Charjabug, who chirped at her curiously.

Don't misunderstand, this wasn't a bad thing...sort of, see that guy had been annoying Y/n since she walked out of the café! He wouldn't stop following her, he said she was pretty cute looked lonely and asked if she wanted to hang and to meet his friends? The y/hc woman of course said no and kept walking but the guy wouldn't take no as an answer!

His attempt to "just talk" involved trying to grab her by the arm, he got zapped! Just like everyone else that showed a shred of interest in Y/n, be it romantic or hostile, some strange force always kept them at bay. At first Y/n like it...when she was six! cos eww boys icky! but now that she was an adult, Y/n just wanted to find someone to man or woman to settle down with, preferably someone who doesn't get zapped whenever they try to touch her!

Y/n as was wondering where such a person could be? she didn't notice the the caution down wires ahead sign in her path and waked right into a puddle, she heard a collective gasp. Y/n blinked looked up saw a crowd of people just staring at her horrified, her brows furrowed as looked around confused as a one of the road slowly put his hands up. "Ma'am, don't move!" Y/n looked at him bemused before he looked down, she followed his gaze and saw she was standing in a puddle. A puddle.... with a live electrical wire sitting in it!?

Y/n's heart did a back flip before falling into the deepest depths of her stomach. "Oh...shit..." she muttered as she eyed everyone gawking; probably wondering how come she isn't dead?! Yeah.. That's the other thing, along with basically being a living taser, Y/n also seems to be somewhat immune to electricity; to a degree, of course!

She never really tested just how far that immunity goes, she did think about standing out in an open field with a metal rod during a storm... But quashed that idea, and just had her then Grubbing to use spark on her, though the attack tingled it didn't actually hurt or anything, she just couldn't use any electronics or touch anything metal for a while!

Y/n's legs started to burn and itch, really badly! Which she knew was a bad sign, whatever was protecting her from the electrical current was staring to weaken! She felt a sense of dread rise in her belly, Y/n kept hearing people whispering but not one person moved to help her out of fear of getting electrocuted. They kept telling her to stay calm, they were working on it! Y/n was in tears debating putting Charjabug in his ball and tossing him to one of the workers. However, before the y/ht woman could even move a finger the entire street was suddenly cloaked in darkness...

*A power outage?* Y/n thought but that as soon proven wrong when the wind picked up suddenly a loud earth shattering clap of thunder resonated through out the city, It was so loud it caused the spectators to close their eyes or cover the ears, the already anxious Y/n could only gasp shock as something huge flew down from the night sky at a frightening speed and swept her up in it's large claws before flying off again! When the power came back on seconds later, people in the street were left scratching their heads about the strange disappearing woman.

Meanwhile Y/n was shitting bricks! she was the claws of a fearsome dragon god! which was fly thousands of feet in the air taking her to Arceus knows where! and oh crap...she was gonna be sick! She quickly called Charjabug back into his ball; since he fainted from shock! and nervously looked up at Zekrom. "Erm...Excuse me Mr. Zekrom?" Y/n stammered the dragon's red eye looked down at her curiously. "I don't feel good..." Zekrom let out a panicked grumble seeing Y/n looking a bit green with her hands thrown over her mouth! The Zekrom quickly scouted out the ground for a safe place to land and saw clearing in the forest below.

A few Pokémon scattered in fear as the large legendary made landfall. He carefully set Y/n down and air sick woman quickly ran to some bushes and threw up; not noticing the bright blue flash go off behind her. Y/n groaned in disdain and went to wipe her mouth with her scarf, when a gloved hand held out a handkerchief to her, Y/n blinked in confusion and followed the hand and was thrown threw another to see one of the subway bosses staring at her concerned. "Where did yo..." Y/n looked around and noticed Zekrom was gone! which confused her even more, Surely it couldn't have flown off? She would've noticed!

The conductor told her to calm down and he'll explain! Soo, yep! that's how Y/n she was the soulmate of one of the Unova dragon twins, that static that always protected her? that was Zekrom/Ingo's boon it ties her to him that's how he knew she was in danger and rushed in to save her before she got electrocuted to death!

Y/n didn't believe him at first, the story sounded absurd! But then Ingo took his glove off did something that no one's been able to do since Y/n was a child, he held her hand...Y/n winced expecting him jump away from the sudden electric shock, But to her bafflement nothing happened! she saw Ingo's sclera briefly flash red as he intertwined their fingers he was telling the truth... Y/n didn't know what to do from here, but she had feeling life won't be as lonely these days.

#pokemon fanfiction #pokemon x reader #submas #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo #subway boss ingo x reader #subway boss emmet x reader #dragon shifter au #Pokemon soulmate au #reshiram #zekrom #charjabug #absol #dragon x human #monster x human

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calciumcryptid · 1 year

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lurker here, I just gotta ask, since ua is a point of extreme criticism in your bnha stories, what are your full opinions on both aizawa and nedzu (ik they're not the only 2, but their actions are a lot more influential at how ua runs things) since I believe those two are the reasons why ua is why it is in both canon and fanon stuff ive seen?

Isn't that a loaded question?

To get this out of the way I do not think Aizawa is a bad hero. He is shown to be a skilled combatant, has mastery over his quirk, and generally knows what he is doing on the field.

However, he is a dogshit teacher.

He routinely ignores his class in favor of sleep, he can't recognize signs of abuse and bullying among his students, he expels entire classrooms of students (more on that later), he shows at least an extent of favoritism because if we are to believe his expulsion record then why else is Bakugou and Mineta still enrolled, his logical ruses are pointless at best and cause trust issues at worth, and to be honest his teaching methods are shit judging by his admittance that Vlad King is a better teacher during the Joint-Training Arc.

Back to the expulsion point, is Aizawa aware that by his expulsion of entire classrooms of students he is effectively ruining their lives?

Japan places high values on education as both a country and a society. It is one of the most influential factors in a citizen's life as it affects both employment and socioeconomic growth.

Upon expelling a student, Aizawa has effectively left a black mark on their record. From a normal school, this could put them a minimum wage job for the rest of their life. From an elite hero school, this could make them jobless for the rest of their life. The idea that Aizawa expelled them only to re-enroll them later and for them to be grateful for it is either a disgustingly ignorant or intentionally malicious choice on Horikoshi's part.

While Aizawa may eventually remove that mark, he is still controlling students through fear by threatening them with essentially poverty.

That isn't even taking into account how many current or former students of him have mutant quirks, have darker skin, are LGBTQIA+ in some way, or other factors that would feed into societal discrimination.

Once again, he essentially threatens them with death for what? Not understanding what they're getting into when it comes to training to be a hero? No one knows what they are getting into becoming a hero or the sacrifices they'll have to make from physical strain, social exposure, and mental exhaustion.

He ultimately suffers from what most BNHA characters suffer from, misunderstanding what makes certain tropes work. He is supposed to be another closed off but secretly caring anime teacher, but what makes those characters work is the fact they aren't teaching in a classroom but rather outside of one in non-school circumstances.

As for Nezu, it is more complicated because we don't see as much as him or know as much about him as we do with Aizawa. What we do know is that he doesn't like humans and judging by UA and his actions as a principal he really seems hellbent on destroying the hero career and the humans within his care (the robots for the simulations and entrance exam, having teachers go all out for final exams, the crowding them all into dorms, the shit security towards the beginning). For him it is more a question of how he can be the principal.

#bnha #bnha critical #aizawa critical #nezu critical #ua critical #anonymous #ask

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sparklemotiongalaxy · 1 year

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Ficlet again for the No Gem Roads AU! (AU by the amazing @vinylroadsjunction) entire fic is under readmore!

Battle Against a True Hellhound (Sayu crew and Sayu)

It was gym class when the monster came.

Remi did not enjoy Gym. It was hot, there were often too many people yelling. He would rather stay in and draw! But most of all, if their… unworldly qualities got revealed especially during Gym… they were going to be in big trouble. So he kept daydreaming about that next piece he was going to make with Sayu.

A cozy, warm winter-themed art piece. With Sayu drinking one of those… hot chocolates. Yes. That would be nice.

Life on Earth was fun. It made him and all of his friends so much more happier. They even started making songs, and post them

No. That couldn’t happen!

If anything happens to them or Torpedo-san when others find out… and all the fragile relationships they made get ruined… he knew he and his crew won’t be as happy as they are now. It’s as if he’s walking the… plank! After all, Zincite and Azurmalachite Mayday and Zuke turned out to be not too bad, but Homeworld was probably hellbent on looking for any traitors.

“Remi!“ His classmate yelled.

“Yeah!” Remi ran to kick the ball. So close...

He managed to kick the ball into the goal. Huh. Then Remi realized the goalkeeper was starting at something with horrified astonishment.

“Remi!” His classmate yelled again. This time, with more... alarm.

“What IS that?” Remi looked in the direction the classmate was pointing at.

A gem monster! It stood on four legs, had sharp jagged teeth, and had hellish horns growing from its head. Red. Red everywhere.

It bellowed.

“Get the teacher!” the other classmates yelled.

What could a human do about a gem monster

There had to be a way! Text Bunk Bed Junction, or get everyone safely out of here...

He remembered.

Bunk Bed Junction was out of town.

Crap. If only warp pads existed It was a good thing there was zero Homeworld technology they could use here. A fresh new start!

Suddenly he heard a huge CRASH.

“Remi! I'm going to deal with this thing, you run!” Dodo?

His former coworker and current friend was here!

“Didn't you have a math quiz?”

“Don't care.” He managed to jump out of the window and summon his sword. What was he, Tanjiro? Also, NO HUMAN CAN SUMMON SWORDS! They were so going to be in trouble after this.

Despite that, how he managed to fight was both graceful and sick.

Dodo kept trying to slash at the creature. The creature was just as swift and managed to dodge all the attacks. It pounced at Dodo, trying to pry him apart with its claws.

Oh right. Get everyone evacuated.

“Guys! This way!”

Remi led the class into the school building.

Only for the entrance to it be destroyed.

Rubble falling.

“Run left.”

A dismembered voice rang out.

Remi’s legs forced him to run left, to the direction of the auditorium.

Similarly, the class around him was doing the same.

“Get in the auditorium.”

They ran in, silently, calm enveloping their faces.

“Ohiamsosorryillneverdoitagain”

Tila was half crying as she mumbled those words. Remi could hear her.

With that, the auditorium’s speakers broke down.

Wait... how was she in the broadcasting room?

They were going to get expelled after this.

As if snapping out of a trance, the students looked around the auditorium.

“How are we here?”

“Is it safe?”

“Our team was winning!”

“It doesn't matter now!”

“Guys... I gotta go! The bathroom!”

Now was his chance. Remi ran out of the huge chamber, and took out his phone.

“Sayu! Sofa!”

“Sayu! Sofa! There's this huge monster and Dodo is fighting it alone! We need your help!”

As Remi feared, Dodo was losing. He was being pushed away into a wall by the hellhound, and was losing the grip on his katana.

“EDIT! SHRINK IMAGE TO 60 PERCENT!”

The beast shrank in size, now a size of a lion, instead of a hulking Kaiju.

Sofa was here!

He ran out of the different classroom and was looking rather tired.

“Sofa! Sorry for disturbing your Film Editing Class!”

“No worries, it was boring! Nobody uses Windows Film Editor nowadays!”

“Pyunn! Who wants a share of our love, Remi?”

Sayu smiled sweetly, trident twirled in hand.

“Now’s our chance! Dodo!”

Dodo, no longer pressed down by the weight of the monster, held tight to his katana.

“EDIT! EXPAND IMAGES TO 140 PERCENT!”

Sayu and Dodo grew in size, now larger than the beast.

Sayu readied her trident, and Dodo now held the massive katana in both hands.

Showstopper time.

“Love love katana shower beam!”

The beast screeched as it was hit with pink and blue waves of light, adorn with hearts.

The next thing they knew, the beast was nothing but a gemstone. A Carnelian?

Never mind. What mattered more was that they were going to be exposed. Caught. Separated.

Shattered.

Remi felt worthless. If only he was more useful than just running. He didn't deserve to be the "manager" of Sayu, he didn't deserve anything.

"You did wonderfully, if it weren't for your instructions, we wouldn't have been able to fintastically blast that gem!" Sayu smiled. She was too good for the world.

"Yeah, we better worry about being expelled first though." Dodo added. "We are... 'transfer students,' of course our lives aren't 'normal.' Whatever that means."

"About expelling you." The Gym teacher was behind Sofa's back.

Remi, Sofa and Dodo's back straightened.

"The four of you managed to minimize the damage of our school with your exceptional teamwork, and saved the lives of our students. So I'll turn a blind eye about this incident. Or your… ‘supernatural’ qualities. Do you happen to be with the band Bunk Bed Junction?

“Of course not haha….” Remi laughed.

The Gym teacher made an impish grin.

"Also because I'm a fan of Sofa's Let's Plays."

"PEOPLE WATCH THOSE?" Sofa yelled.

"Then this must be your first fan meeting. I'm Mira."

"I'm so honored!" As Sofa shook hands with his first fan, Remi saw Tila, and his classmates return.

"You did good, Tila. It was my fault I couldn't evacuate everyone and make the right decisions. Thank you so much. We couldn’t have done this without you.l Remi felt his eyes water up.

"It's... okay... besides... they told us we did a good job..."

She turned to the kids in gym clothes.

"Dude, the katana was so cool!"

"How did you EDIT that monster?"

"The heart shower! That was really cute and cool man!"

"Thank you for getting us out of there!"

Now Remi was fully crying, snot covering his face.

Sayu noticed, and snuggled Remi. "Awwww Remi, you did wonderfully! Love Love Sayu Pyunnn to you!" She whispered.

Soon... he felt the arms of Dodo, Tila and Sofa around him.

... just maybe, they won't have to walk the plank for a while.

#nsr #no straight roads #no gem roads #gem au #steven universe #steven unvierse au #nsr sayu #Sayu crew #is there a tag for Sayu team #NSR team Sayu #nsr au #yup this one got a lot longer than I expected #but a fun write #bonding through action sequences #I had fun with the fonts too #and figuring out the team’s powers #Kira Writes

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chenanigans · 9 months

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I love how none of my dnd characters are consistent. We got:

Rawhide Kobayashi

Albino Red Grung

Gloomstalker Ranger

A himbit (himbo and Timbit)

He raises cattle that are giant woolly aphids and beetles

He’s a little frog cowboy who went to the tundra to save his papa

An absolute cinnamon roll, but could actually kill you

Maridia Fusilli

Rosy Maple Mothfolk

Aberrant Mind Sorcerer

Feral teen who loves maple syrup

She’s a moth sorcerer who’s hellbent on getting revenge on the demons who burnt down her tree, disabling various members of her family

She’s going to magical girl school

Looks like a cinnamon roll, wishes to bathe in the blood of her enemies

Dalrymple “Dal” Iniqine Cyr

Tiefling Werewolf (aka Shifter)

Samurai Fighter

Himbo energy but a lesbian

Loves women and is very lonely

Bffs with Rawhide

Looks like she can kill you, but is actually a cinnamon roll

Dr. Maiken Cyraeni Grebella

Blue-Ringed Octopus Simic Hybrid

<Armorer> Artificer

Grumpy scientist who’s good at biology and technology

She cares more about inventing than adventuring

Looks like she can kill you, will definitely try to but probably can’t

Mercy Mousse

Myconid

Spores Druid, <Glamour Bard>

Left her home to become a pop star

Is always cheerfully singing and dancing

Her music and back-up dancers are a bit macabre

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll

Razmi McDazzl

Changeling

Eloquence Bard

Is apparently a good accountant

She loves money and will do anything for it

She is very charming so it’s hard to see through her lies

Looks like she can kill you, probably won’t but will trick ya

Delphinium “Delphi” Speedwell

Blue-Green Grung

Chronurgy Wizard

Biggest and fattest grung from her town

She’s a gentle “giant“ among her fellow grungs, but won’t hesitate to beat your ass if you threaten her tribe

She went from student to headmaster of her school very quickly and she’s very sad about it

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll, but also can kill you

Sorro Levki

Black Tabaxi

Fathomless Warlock

Drowned and came back because of his new patron

Doesn't like to fight but has to fight and make offerings to his patron

Misses going to sea, but is thought to be bad luck/a bad omen due to being the sole survivor of his shipwreck

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll

Nithi Blightkiller Kalukukané

Orange Grung

Gloomstalker Ranger, Scout Rogue

Absolute grouch

Doesn’t want to be bothered and just wants to steal and murder in peace

She only targets shitty folk

Looks like she can kill you, can kill you

Cherome “Cherry” Sedum

Cape Rain Frog Aasimar

Wild Magic Sorcerer

A very small and sad girl

She grew up in an abusive cult, but now is with a loving party she considers her family as well as her frog family too now

She’s getting stronger and radicalized to destroy parliament

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll, but can also kill you

Celesse Moonstone

Star (aka Fire Genasi)

<Stars> Druid

Came to [insert planet here] because she loved humanity, especially their art

Is a literal ray of sunshine

Looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll

Cheer Sympathy Gritish

Tiefling

Order Cleric, Champion Fighter

Harmacist

She works at Delphi’s school as a guidance counselor and a combat healing teacher

Extremely loud

Looks like she can kill you and can kill you

Dangeline “Danny/Dan“ Wolfsbane

Horned Toad (Zariel Tiefling)

Wild Magic Barbarian

She looks scary and intimidating but she has a big weakness for smaller frogfolk and kids

She cares a lot about getting people out of bad situations

Looks like she can kill you, can kill you, but is also a bit of a cinnamon roll

Lulamin Helianthus

Honeybee Fairy (aka Fairy)

Crown Paladin

Bee who always ends up in a situation

Rode a train and had an awful time, performed in a play and had an OK time, literally trying to get home

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll, but can also kill you

Rulaberri Humwallon Dianthus

Carpenter Bee Fairy (aka Fairy)

Devotion Paladin/Wild Paladin (Homebrew)

Sweetie bee who is 99% of the time unaware of who gods are

Got a cushy seat in Oberon’s court as the God of Flowers

Became queen bee under sad circumstances

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll, but can also kill you

Mimi the Mimic

Mimic (aka Plasmoid)

Beast Barbarian

Will eat people and animals alike and sees no issue with that

No moral code, sadistic, no empathy

Can be swayed easily with food

Looks like she can kill you, will kill you and then eatcha

Wislande Ritha Fanfan

Entler (aka a homebrew race)

Eldritch Knight Fighter

Pure of heart, dumb of ass

She likes art

She’s from Canada, traveling the USA for art inspiration reasons

Absolutely does not know anything about America and how to traverse it

Looks like a she can kill you, is a cinnamon roll, but can also kill you

Bonnycastle Funfetti

Ex-wedding cake (aka Plasmoid)

Dreams Druid

A literal and figurative sweetie

Became a Dreams Druid to help other’s dreams come true

Looks like a cinnamon roll (cake), is a cinnamon roll (cake)

Wruth Carol Firhug-Hollyleaf

Christmas Elf (aka Rock Gnome)

Swarmkeeper Ranger

An elf who would rather disappear into the woods than work in a toyshop

Eventually became a forest ranger instead of a toymaker

They miss their birth parents dearly, but love their adoptive family a lot too

Looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll, but can also kill you

Claudette “Claude“ Sanon

Ghost Ant (aka Thri-kreen)

Assassin Rogue

Likes sugary/fruity drinks, being a flapper, and being a very good assassin

She ditched her anthill for a more self-indulgent, less community-focused lifestyle

Looks like he can kill you, can kill you

Is the only character of mine to die and is now piloted by my DM as a totally normal not remade by a space lich guy

Merino Mittenmere

Tortoiseshell Tabaxi

Artillerist Artificer

She a granny and loves her kittens and grandkittens

Has committed war crimes

Looks like a cinnamon roll, can also kill you

Manon Pastelle

Fierna Tiefling

Life Cleric

She sounds and looks all doom and gloom but says the nicest, most positive shit

A pastel goth

She is a doctor who cares deeply for her patients

Looks like she can kill you, is a cinnamon roll

#dnd #oc #chen's art #chen's text #art

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badger-bear · 2 years

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Thank you @neondiamond for tagging me to post a snippet! This is for a fic I just started- an abo single parent strangers to lovers. I'm not putting too much pressure to write since I finally finished the fics that have a deadline. I'm treating this one pretty casually but I am still very excited about it.

“I thought I would explain to you my role and what I can do for Grey, does that sound okay?”

Harry was more than okay with that, he didn’t want to keep having to talk about himself. “Yes, that sounds great.”

Harry listened intently as Liam spoke about his role as Grey’s advocate- he would meet with Grey three times a week or more if necessary. He would help communicate with the teachers for Grey when he couldn’t, and he would also make sure everyone was following his IEP. It all sounded good, great even. He was happy there would be someone in the school who could speak up for Grey when he couldn’t himself and when Harry couldn’t be with him constantly. He just hoped it didn’t sound too good to be true.

“Do you have any questions for me?” Liam questioned.

“Yes, I know you read his file and know Grey has selective mutism. How do you plan on communicating with him?”

“Great question,” Liam grinned. “Does he know sign language?” Harry shook his head no. “That’s alright. Since he doesn’t know sign language, I have an assigned iPad with a few aac apps. Do you know what those are?”

Harry felt himself blushing. “Uhm, no.”

“That’s okay,” Liam reassured again. “It’s called augmentive and alternative communication. It’s a different way of communication for people who need it. Here, I’ll pull up the app I would use with Grey.”

Liam went through the app and showed Harry how to use it and how he would help Grey use it as well. “Wow, that’s really helpful. No one has ever told me about those before and I have been to plenty of doctors and speech therapists.”

“I have found that with selective mutism, doctors and other professionals are hellbent on getting the child to speak that they ignore what could really help. That’s why I asked about sign language and acc’s, it wasn’t to make you feel bad for not teaching him. If you didn’t know those were options, how were you supposed to teach Grey?” Liam questioned. “If he works well with the app and it seems like that will be the best thing for him, then I can definitely help you figure out next steps into getting your own device.”

“That would be great, yes, thank you.”

Liam waved him off as if the possibility of an aac wouldn’t drastically improve his son’s life. “Any other questions?”

“Uhm, I don’t think so.”

“Okay,” Liam glanced at the clock on the wall. “We have twenty minutes left for the bell so I’ll go ahead and call for Grey so I can meet him with you and hopefully that will make him more comfortable.”

“Okay, that sounds great.”

Harry was so excited to see Grey, the school days always felt much longer than the weekends since he couldn’t see his son as often. No one got to see the Grey that Harry did, which he thought was a shame. Grey was smart, too smart for his own good Harry thought, and funny. He had a dry sense of humor that left Harry feeling outwitted. Grey’s voice was also his favorite sound in the world- it was soft spoken and in a higher register than Harry’s own timbre. His cadence was typically calm with inflection at the end to make most things sound like a question since Grey was so unsure of himself. Harry made sure to listen intently, so Grey didn’t feel as if he wasn’t being heard. If Harry had to ask Grey to repeat himself, he would typically stay silent and shake his head. Some days Grey didn’t say a single word and others, his voice carried throughout the apartment like music and Harry wouldn’t play any background noise so he could only hear his son’s voice.

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#don't think au #i actually have a title for this fic though isnt that incredible?#sunday snippet #have a good day everyone!

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senatushq · 1 year

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NAME. Nathaniel “Nate” Michaelson AGE & BIRTH DATE. 30 & September 22nd, 1993 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/They SPECIES. Halfblooded ( Nephilim ) ABILITIES. Empathy OCCUPATION. Hunter FACE CLAIM. Avan Jogia

biography

At sixteen, with a forged parental signature, a single feather was tattooed on his arm. It’d been easy enough to hide and when he was eighteen, he’d gone back and had more feathers added to it until it became a wing. It’d been something his father hadn’t really seen the point of, tattoos, but he’d like to think he was touched by it somehow. Over time, when he reaches milestones, he gets more, little things, nothing as intricate really as the wing, but they’re all commemorative. A single bullet on his ankle when he had a particularly good day at the range at nineteen, an arrow along his other forearm at twenty when he’d split one in half by firing another. It is a quiet rebellion, and yet it is his. Better than the previous habit of taking up swearing every other word because the pinched face the seraphim gives him in return is amusing. They’ll take whatever they can get, whatever was deemed safe enough not to cause an argument. It’s not even ever like it’s that bad, Michael had never yelled at him, not really. Not outside of training at least. Nathaniel wouldn’t call him a traditional father figure, but the seraphim had perfected the disappointed look of one.

He cares a lot about that look, his entire life, it’s just been the two of them. A human mother hadn’t been able to bear the nephilim, his biological father nowhere to be found and assumed dead, Michael had decided to raise him himself. The story had been told to him as a teenager and at the time they’d just offered a nod, unsure how to process the information in the moment. But Nathaniel had spent many a night thinking about it, dark eyes wide awake and staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. Would life have been any different had he his birth parents? Would they be more of a family than student and teacher? Was that being too harsh on the divine being he called ‘father’? They’re in the living room on the floor and he’s just a kid and he’s never focused so hard before, there’s this thrumming under his skin that seems to gather at his upturned palm. Michael offers quiet and focused encouragement and they’re both waiting for something. Something that he’s supposed to be able to do. Something that he’s never quite been able to do before. There’d been too much doubt before, perhaps they hadn’t wanted it hard enough, but on a quiet night in July, they summon a blade and they’re so stunned that they nearly drop it. Michael seems just as shocked and for just a moment, a split second, when eyes go from blade in the hands of a child to that of each other, Nathaniel swears he sees real pride in Michael’s eyes for the first time.

He’d spent his whole life after that chasing that look, wanting to see it again and again. In a way it hadn’t mattered much, on paper, a father was just a man in relation to his child. The relation didn’t require blood. A father was someone who offered care and protection to someone or something and Michael provided protection to a lot of people. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He’d asked weeks later, after he’d shrugged it off initially from the passenger seat of the truck. After an argument, they’d stormed out of the house only for Michael to pick them up on the other end of the street. And the two of them had just sat there pulled over on the side of the road with the only sound being the sobs that he didn’t know how to control. It wasn’t something he knew how to deal with, big emotions. Nathaniel had never really been a child. Weapons were put in their hands while baby fat still clung to bone, like some actual cherub in a renaissance painting, bow poised at the ready. Michael had been a guiding hand, a mentor, a man hellbent on protecting him and therefore teaching him to protect himself. All the while making sure he never had the chance to, for he was only half divine, a light that could be so easily snuffed out. Schooling was done at home, any friends made far older than him, people Michael knew and trusted, people deemed safe. “You’re my son.” Came Michael’s voice from the driver’s seat, his hands on the wheel, eyes on the streetlamps up ahead. And the sobs stop because Nathaniel doesn’t quite think he’s ever said it. Not like that at least, in a way that is somehow so sentimental, as if it’s something he says to no one. “That’s all that matters.” Nathaniel had cried more, unable to actually look at the sword that had forged a dagger. It’s not easy being in the shadow of Michael’s wings, they have a lot to prove to other hunter’s, and when they actually get the chance to do it, they’re quick, they’re efficient just as they’d been taught to be. And yet it never feels like enough. Trophies appear on a shelf in his childhood bedroom of lycan claws and vampire fangs, athames nicked from witches. Some that his father figure doesn’t recognize, he wins some, he loses some. “You’re going to get hurt.” They get told as they’re already bandaging themselves up in the kitchen one evening, mentor hovering tense on the other side of the island. “And I’ll learn from it.” And he does, time and time again over the years until one day he is well over twenty and he realizes that all he’s done is learn. It is lonely at the top and Rome is practically in ruins. The Halfblooded get a seat on the Senate and those in the city expose themselves and part of him feels like a child wanting to ask them to play at recess. Like them, Nathaniel is half of something far larger than himself, was something left behind. But they are better, they are untouched by the corruption that plagues the supernatural in the city, what could they possibly have in common? Or at least that’s what keeps them away from those that have stepped out of the dark. So much time has passed and it feels as if it’s been nothing but a blink. The summoning of a blade, the draw of a bow, the emptying of a clip in rapid succession. A new trophy here, a chastising there, but mostly his life becomes one long string of offerings to his father, groveling for approval and then lashing out when he does not get it. But Nathaniel is thirty and a person stunted, far shyer than the blade in his hand would suggest. The pupil of a something far mightier than man heaven sent and perhaps hellbent on revenge, he doesn’t quite feel much of anything because he doesn’t know how. And who would take a hand bloodied time and time again, whether that hand belong to something half divine or not? Hands that had intentions of being bloodied again and again regardless of if they were meant to protect or not.

personality

+ honest, courageous, respectful – blunt, naive, aloof

played by m. cst. she/her.

#takenc #takenm #takenhalfblooded #original character

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theylisten · 2 years

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things are good, and most of the time i’m happy. and i’m not writing this manically. i’m not super happy right now because i smoked weed so i’m anxious (who would have known?), but to be honest? I really do feel connection to so many worthwhile things. it’s really confusing sometimes, but it makes me want to know more. i don’t remember stability, so this is brand new. i’m at a good job i actually like and want to keep. i’m in the most incredible relationship of my life and the best part is? he’s my lover. i have amazing friends and family i’m obsessed with and protective of to the core. i am someone i am proud of. i try my best every day. i’m the me i never thought i would get to be. and that’s trip because still, to this day, i think the me i would never get to be still exists. maybe it’s inevitable, and maybe that’s just fine.

everything seems to be constantly changing, and recently it’s been particularly fast. how do i cope? let myself suffer, deeply and honestly. i need more alone time, just me time. it’s hard to get, which is something i honestly love. i spend so much time with ethen, and it’s always so fun. it’s safe with him to be me. i still hide parts, which hurts me to my core. it’s not that i don’t trust him or need him to be someone else, even though sometimes i can project that, it’s my own shame. i am proud of the person i am today, but i’m not sure i will be proud of me today in five years.

it’s always good to be kind. it’s always good to show up, even if it feels like presenting, and do the nice thing. i like being that person, though i wonder if others think that’s fake. i know it’s a bit of a facade for me, i always have so much going on in my mind, and i’ve learned that keeping it sweet and aloof shuts down conversation like nothing else. i like the people in my life, and i am very protective of my relationships, and i’ve seen how just one bad person can ruin so much. i like to observe before deciding if i want to get to know this person and also have them learn more about me.

i’ve always been very studious, which can make one either an optimist or a pessimist. i aim to be the former. nothing bad can happen in a world hellbent on good. even when it makes no sense, i believe. i think we’re wired for this thing, blind faith. we’re chemically required to think bigger than our senses. i don’t mind it, and think it’s foolish to resist. we’re all equal part idiot and equal part prodigy. i know what’s right and wrong, and i walk that line beautifully. it’s not hard to be kind, it’s easy to see the bright side. why deny ourself the pleasure of possibility.

it’s pretty funny, getting older. i remember my high school math teacher ms. winkle told our class that she has thoroughly enjoyed every step and age of life. that getting older doesn’t rob you of a thing. the gig is up. it’s so true, i enjoy my life today more than i ever have, and i’m old as ever. thank god for the day. i am so grateful to be alive, i am so grateful to have more to learn.

him. i think i can cry at any thought, for he is so pure. i never knew a love like this existed. that i could care so much, and so fearlessly. that i prefer sleeping with him a million times over sleeping alone. he is my home, and i’m agoraphobic. it’s not such a bad thing to be all in, after all. it’s a peace earned, and we deserve each other. that true magic and true love really does exist. he is my favorite everything. my biggest fear is to lose him, and he is with me in every moment i dream of being in. a future so rich and so exciting, so much bigger than i ever dreamed of before. i want to be with him every step of his way, be the one he feels safest and most protected with. every victory and every loss, he will not share alone. i pray every day for this to be for the rest of my life, and i am so fucking thankful god listens.

jealousy is such a funny thing, because it’s so damn pointless. there is no reason to think you will ever be like anybody but yourself. that’s the entire point of this thing. let yourself admire and appreciate, there is a lot of power and love in what’s outside us. but never forget, we are all people at the end of the day—no matter what. seeking blind faith and certainty with equal devotion. i wouldn’t want to be anybody but myself, troubles and all. i think I’m in the exact right place and in the exact right time, right here right now. self love isn’t a pill you can swallow, it’s who you are. it’s okay that you’re a bit of a narcissist. we all are.

i’m super happy right now. :)

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prelovednikaidou · 3 years

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his new wife ; toji fushiguro [03]

Genre: angst

a/n: his wife deserves happiness.

part one ; part two

Update; here's part four

Megumi stared at his small hands, cuts and bruises along the soft skin as his mind blanked out. He knew his father was going to get mad at him but why was he more afraid of no one coming for him?

The kid he punched was tucked under the embrace of his mother, sending death glare to Megumi with spite as his mother continued to lecture Megumi.

Megumi had enough. She wasn't coming, right?

He took a deep breath, felt a little tired of listening to the endless complains but the door suddenly creaked, a familiar figure stepped inside and the gloomy boy instantly brightened up.

She was dressed casually, just like how she did at home. She didn't put on make-up and she didn't look like she put a little mind to dressup.

Compared to the other parent in this room, she looked like she didn't want to be here but she had to. Megumi swallowed a little as he stood,

"Did dad send you?"

She shook her head, took a seat beside him and not long after her, came a teacher barged inside the meeting room. The teacher sent an exchange look between Megumi and his step-mother.

There wasn't any resemblance and the air between them... they didn't get along, his teacher thought.

The teacher cleared his throat before he said, "So I assume you're Megumi's mot-"

"Guardian. I'm his guardian."

Megumi looked at his lap, his tiny fist clenched at the distant voice beside him as the teacher continued to explain about what happened.

To avoid detention, he suggested for the two kids to reconcile and apologize but Megumi was hellbent in refusing rather than offering a fake 'sorry'.

So he got suspended for a week.

"Tch, next time you watch after your step-son properly. I know he's not your son but you have to act your part since you married his father. Don't think you're married only to your husband. You're married to his whole family. Well, maybe if his real mother was here, she'd do a better job than you."

The old lady continued her harsh talk, and Megumi watched how his step-mother bowed her head multiple times, muttering the words of 'I'm sorry,' 'I will do better', and 'Thank you for the advice."

He hated it. So he pulled her hand, taking her away from the old hag. He hated how she didn't defend herself so as soon as he entered the car, he couldn't help but shouted,

"Why are you so weak?! Why you let her walk over you like that? You didn't do anything wrong but why are you apologizing?! Why you didn't ask me why I punched him? Why are you like this?!!"

"Why do you think?" Her voice was so soft, as she always did.

His chest was heavy as he panted, eyes slightly widened at the ghostly appearance of his new mother. The sincere eyes always look kind but when he saw how empty her gaze was, the rage inside him left.

If this happened a year ago, he was sure that this car ride would be noisy - her lecture would go on for hours, genuinely concerned about his bad behavior but this wasn't the case.

His bloodied fingers were left unattended and the cold temperature inside the car made his chest hurt.

It hurt so much when someone walked out on you.

It hurt so much when he was in trouble because he was defending her stepmother, whom he swore to hate.

It hurt so much when he was expecting her to be more appreciative but all he received was her absent-minded presence.

It hurt so much that he couldn't stop crying.

Crying on how he took her sincere love for granted,

crying on how he knew that she used to sneak into his room at night, hugging his sleeping body as she showered his face with kisses before she said,

"Mommy loves Gumi dearest the most."

He wanted to go back to the times where she still loved him. The times where she nonetheless tried her best to fit into his family.

"Don't cry, Megumi. I'm finally letting you go."

She smiled, eyes glued in front of her as the busy road continued to flow with cars. Winter was coming and she didn't notice that her heart had long forgotten how warm spring was.

Toji did scold Megumi. Watching how Megumi was kneeling on the ground and Toji continued to ramble on how he wasn't supposed to get any red marks on his disciplinary records, how he had missed classes now that he was suspended.

But Toji felt like he wasted his energy over nothing because his son was so quite after school, as if he was over it already. Toji peeked into the kitchen and saw the busy figure of his wife as she was preparing the meals.

"Ha, get up. I'm sure I'm just repeating her words at this point. Now get rid of that look from your face and eat your lunch. I know you're not so quick to learn from your mistake so don't look like you're dying."

Toji said, sighing as he massaged his sore shoulder and sat down at the table. The portion seemed to increase a little so he asked his wife,

"What's with the foods? This is too much for 3 person."

She came forward, a faint smile on her face as she called Megumi to join lunch. Megumi dragged his feet as he looked at two seats; one beside Toji and another one were beside her. So he chose the later.

His spouse did look like she lost a little weight so Toji stared at her, demanding an answer as she replied, "Ah, I'm pregnant. 5 weeks already."

Clank. Clank.

Both Fushiguro immediately put down their chopsticks, the sounds were amusing to her but Toji didn't look too happy.

He wanted to be honest but considering that Megumi was there beside her, he saved his words to himself. He needed to have a talk with her later.

But she continued to smile, eyes watched the plentiful foods on the table when she didn't feel the slightest hungry. Everyone at the table had their mind and when the lunch ended, she was the last one to get up.

Megumi felt like the reason why she became detached is because she was going to have her own kid while Toji was thinking of proper ways to make her understand that there would always be only one woman who carried his child.

The dining room emptied once again, leaving a pitiful figure of a woman. At first, she was still stirring her rice, scooping a spoon of rice as she chewed slowly with a smile but after a while,

she bowed her head in agony - crying to her bowl of rice. The variety of foods around her bowl were untouched, she pitied her baby.

Her baby must have been so hungry but their mother just couldn't chew well when she was too busy muffling her sobs.

With a hand rested on the belly, a pretty gold ring wrapped around her finger but her husband didn't even spare a look to her way.

She imagined of a scenario where when she first married; her husband would be happy that there was a living proof of their love - and her first son, Megumi, would be delighted that he had a new friend to spend his days with inside

Yet, after 4th year of marriage - after years of longing to have a child on her own, her husband was going to tell her that he still couldn't move on from his beloved sweetheart.

"M' sorry, baby. So sorry that you just had to have me as your mommy. Mommy wishes when you go to heaven, please pray that you will be born in a family that wants you, will love you. Mommy so sorry that you just have to be mommy's sweet child. Mommy is so sorry but mommy really wants to see you. Mommy can never meet you in heaven because bad mommy goes to hell."

She whispered, heart broke to pieces that she didn't dare to pick up. Because if she did collect her heart, only death could bring her peace.

Toji was pacing back and forth, his wife was taking a little bit of time to clean the kitchen he thought. Just when he was about to exit, she came in and closed the door softly.

"How long have you known about this?"

She sat on the bed, her gaze plastered on her husband's handsome face. As someone who always dismissed her, he was actually willing to listen this time. Maybe because this talk actually hold weight, unlike the small talks she initiated before.

His eyes were deep and dark, if she was being careless, she might forgive him for his absence all this time. Because that was just how much she loved him so.

"2 weeks ago."

"And you only tell me now? How long are you gonna wait? Until your stomach gets so big that anyone would know you're pregnant? Is that so?"

She couldn't answer. She couldn't answer when he looked like he really wanted to throw her out of the window. Or should her? Should her just jump off the balcony? Drag her child with her to the grave because she didn't want to be apart?

"Let me be a mother a little longer, Fushiguro-san."

Toji was already fuming, adding now with her 'Fushiguro' bullshit, he really wanted to knock some sense on her small head. He thought they were over this shit.

Over this shit where she still wanted his love when he didn't plan to give.

"So how long?"He rubbed his temple, his headache had been coming back periodically.

Her mouth gaped a little, no matter how much she prepared herself, she still had a little hope inside her that her husband, may or may not spare a little mercy to her. She was still hoping for him to not ask her something like this.

She was still desperately clinging to whatever delusions she created inside her head, for her husband to agree to keep her baby.

I know this already. I know that he's just so this type of person. But why do I can't stop these tears? Why am I collapsing on the floor and he continues to look at me like that? Why is he crossing his arms instead of picking me up? Why is he clicking his tongue at me?

Why,why,why,why

do I lack so much self-respect?

Why,why,why,why

do I want his validation so much that I'm willing to stoop this low.

"2 months." She whispered, too tired to wipe her running tears. "Just give me 2 months to experience this. After that, I will get it done.”

He was still scowling, he felt like it was ridiculous to hang on to it any longer because it would be harder later. But he was sick of her tears so he agreed.

"I’ll go to the weekly appointment with my gyno, I will even go to a parenting class. I want to do the most I could do within this short period. So please,"

She stared at him blankly with the light in her eyes disappeared, she said,

"Don't ever bring this up until I mention it by myself."

Toji's broad back was the last thing she saw before he left the room. He thought to himself that it was better to marry a woman who was after his money rather than this kind of woman.

As he was doing his work, he pulled the drawer of his study, and there was a dusty frame - old and untouched for a while. The couple in the photo was an awkward pair.

It was his second wedding.

He hated how his new parents-in-law were from the outskirt, seeming too friendly for no reason and they always tried to butter up a convo. He just wanted to get over the day to be honest.

And then there she was, smiling like a moron in her white dress and he felt this unspeakable anger as his sweetheart didn't even get the chance to have a proper wedding.

He wasn't even smiling in the photo.

But he was yet to realize how regrettable it was, that picture was the last time she was smiling so bright.

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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Hotter than the sun + 911 calling

Dog hybrid! Sirius x Cat hybrid! reader with bad girl and good boy trope

come celebrate 2.5K with me!

911 calling - send me a trope and a character, and i’ll write about what it would be like! (ex. enemies to lovers with regulus black)

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could you imagine being the person to corrupt sirius black

it starts when you're younger, you're both part of pureblood families that socialize a lot, and you're hellbent on wreaking havoc at these functions

sirius's mother has kept a tight leash on him (no pun intended) since the minute he was born, so he's quiet and sits by her side at dinner and doesn't make a mess and you're running around, ducking under tables to tie people's shoes together, throwing globs of mashed potatoes at the backs of people's heads

one of these globs of potatoes hits his mother in the back of the head and while you're scolded heavily for it and walburga plays the perfect host and waves it off, sirius can tell she's seething

he's secretly so happy that his mother is mad. she's always treating him like absolute dog shit (once again, no pun intended) and he's sick of it, but he can't do anything about it, so he's happy to see someone else do it for him

you see the ghost of a smile on his face while you're being scolded and you make it your mission to recruit that boy onto your team as soon as you possibly can

you start hogwarts only one year apart from each other, and if the school thought they had it bad when you got there, they had no idea what was coming when sirius got there.

you two were inseperable from the start of the term, old childhood friends reunited and wreaking havoc once more

sirius actually meets the other marauders through you, you guys pull a prank on an entire classroom and they're the only two people that make it out; remus because he outsmarted you and james because remus was his seat partner and he tagged along with the boy

you quickly realize that you could use their help in the future and from then on you're inseparable, the school is in ruin and all of the teachers are praying for the day when you all graduate

sirius really does try to hide his feelings for you, but by his third year in school and your fourth, he's hopeless. his tail gives him away whenever he sees you, which is a lot, he's been known to knock things over with his tail accidentally just because you walked into the room and he got way too excited

he curses his luck that he's managed to fall for a cat, composed and unreadable, while he's out there giving away every single thought in his head just from how his ears perk up at the sound of his voice or how his tail smacks you in the thigh when it wags too hard

but you're reading the (painfully obvious) signs, of course, trying to contribute in your own way. you let him crawl all over you, you don't push him away when he tries draping himself over you on the couch like you would with anyone else

you don't recoil when he makes you play glorified fetch with him, (really it's not catch at all, he's purposefully missing the ball because there's no way he's that bad at catching) and you refrain from teasing him about the wild glimmer in his eyes when he brings it back to you

remus notices it when he realizes that sirius is drooling on you in his sleep, and that you're not saying a word. he glances at you for a moment, brows furrowed, until they relax, his face slipping into a sly smile, "Holy shit, it's puppy love."

"Remus John Lupin, I swear to god-"

"Wha'ssa matter," Sirius rouses from his sleep, blinking wearily up at you two, "wha' happened?"

"Nothing," You lay a soft hand on Sirius's head, rubbing between his ears and laughing when he shuddered, "G'back to sleep, dog breath."

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black oneshot #sirius black one-shot #sirius black one shot #sirius black headcanon #sirius black headcanons #sirius black hc #sirius black hcs #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black fanfic #sirius black blurb #sirius black dialogue #sirius black drabble

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chosonore · 3 years

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part three | epiphany

epiphany [noun. a moment when you suddenly feel that you understand, or suddenly become conscious of, something that is very important to you ]

pairing: kamo noritoshi/f!reader

summary: your relationship with noritoshi was like a game of cat and mouse; no matter how hard you tried to escape from him, he would always find his way back to you.

wordcount: 9.1k

content/warnings: friends to enemies to lovers, language, angst, smut!!!!, dom!noritoshi, noritoshi is mean, oral sex, fingering, begging, edging, biting? (he gives u a bite like once), dry humping, riding, lowercase intended [UNEDITED]

a/n: i... will not comment on this. lmfao i can’t believe i wrote all of this filth. please have mercy on me, this is the first time i’ve every written smut and i’m not really good at it fhuewhiu (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) i think this is the angstiest chapter by far but i promise, no more from the next chapter on! i hope you enjoy (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ will also add the series playlist to the masterpost so check it out if you wanna!

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noritoshi watched as you angrily stormed out of the room, slamming the door forcefully. he leaned back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling. now you've gone and done it. the words came out harsh and hurtful, force of habit deeply engraved into his brain. never was it his intention to hurt you so deeply, to push you away. but it was the only way to protect you from his family. noritoshi was well aware that he was a mere pawn in the stupid game that the clans were playing. he was the golden child, only accepted into the family because of his cursed technique. the cruelty he experienced was something he would never forget. he seeked revenge, for his mother and himself. but this was his own problem to handle, not wanting to drag his mother or you into this mess.

for years, noritoshi had suffered quietly, his only motivation being the protection of his mother and you. rarely did he ever show any emotion, nor did he know many to begin with - but he knew he loved you. his suppressed adoration brought out ugly facettes of his personality: jealousy, frustration, anger. if his family ever caught wind of how much he loved and cherished you, it'd be the end for the both of you. he didn't doubt that they'd already arranged a partner for him to marry. noritoshi hated how they held onto traditions that had no place in this time any more. how they still engaged in these petty clan fights when now it was most crucial to stick together. he swore to himself, as soon as he would become clan head, everything was going to change. but until then, he had to get through this.

how much longer he could deal with this, he wasn't sure. it did bother him that you got so much attention from everyone else; it irked him even more to see that you flirted back sometimes, completely unaware of the effect you had on them. his heart yearned to be yours. as much as he didn't want to be selfish, he couldn't help but indulge. noritoshi still felt your lips on his, your smooth skin, how pliable you were in his arms and how you gave in, into him. was it unfair of him? he supposed so. if he ever got the chance to explain the entire issue to you, he would have to beg for your forgiveness, undoubtedly.

summer rolled around faster than you’d anticipated - it meant that you could finally get some room to breathe and just do nothing for a while. the third years had graduated a week prior, making you feel a little sad and wistful. you’d miss todo a lot now that he left the school but made him promise that he would drop by whenever possible. noritoshi however- you hadn’t spoken a word to him ever since that incident. it was frosty between the two of you, even the teachers had noticed and tried to not let you close to each other. while you hadn’t thought about him in a while, sometimes the thoughts were creeping up on you. some type of closure would have left you feel more at ease but having talked to your mum about the issue, it helped you move on. regardless of how he had made you feel, you would live your life for yourself now.

summer break was long and you didn’t have anything in particular planned - the two main events were your summer vacation with miwa as well as your training camp at tokyo tech. the spring tournament also had its good sides, you guessed, you were able to ask shoko and gojo to teach you over the summer. having witnessed shoko’s healing abilities first hand, you were hellbent to become as good as her. never again would you feel anxious and useless about your skills, you would become an excellent on field healer. you were looking forward to spending time with everyone there as well, especially since yuta was coming home for the summer break. you couldn’t shake the little crush you had on him, it creeped up on you whenever you talked on the phone or texted each other. subconsciously, you hoped that something would bloom out of it but hope was a fickle thing that could quickly turn into misery.

before you left for tokyo, you decided to visit your parents at the kamo estate, hoping that you wouldn’t run into noritoshi on your way there. as far as you knew, he was busy on missions, rarely ever coming home. you greeted the guard at the front entrance, making your way to your family’s little house near the outskirts of the estate. despite the uncomfortable atmosphere that was surrounding the entire estate, you still couldn’t help but fall in love with the gardens and sculptures over and over again. you couldn’t lie, growing up here was wonderful. deciding to make a little detour to the koi pond, you skipped towards the arch bridge. below you, the fish were happily swimming around, glimmering in all kinds of colours. you peered at them, leaning against the railing. as a child, you always liked to dip your feet into the water on hot summer days, promptly earning a disapproving glare from your mum. you always ignored her though, claiming that she couldn’t stop you from getting some kind of refreshment.

as you watched the koi and took in your surroundings, footsteps made you halt in your musings. one of the kamo elders must have gone on a stroll around the gardens; you whirled around to greet the person. your throat grew dry and constricted when you saw noritoshi walking towards you, looking so casual and carefree in his loosely tied yukata. should you greet him? after all, this place was his in some way. but your friendship (could you even call it friendship?) ended on a bad note, did you really owe it to him? neither of you made a sound until he stood next to you, leaning against the railing. you tried your best not to look at him and focused on the pond below you, staring so intensely that you thought you might have lasered some holes in the surface beneath you.

how much longer would you stand here? could you just leave? but then, wouldn’t it be even more awkward? not that you cared anyways. you hadn’t talked to each other in months. as you pushed away from the railing, noritoshi cleared his voice and turned his body towards you.

“y/n.”

you froze in your steps, looking at him like a deer in headlights. behind you, the wind was rustling up the leaves, adding to the tense and awkward atmosphere. you tried not to scream at him in frustration - it would only end up in yet another fight. yet, noritoshi looked strangely vulnerable in this state, seemingly not knowing what to say to you either. it appeared he simply spoke to you without considering how to further the conversation. he looked like he wanted to reach out to you but simply didn’t know how. you couldn’t fall for this - it had happened before.

“how have you been? i heard you’re going to tokyo tech for training,” he started after a moment of hesitation and gave you a wry smile. huh? you were confused. why was he asking you about this now? it was because of megumi and yuta, wasn’t it.

“it’s… it’s none of your business,” you said with a strained voice. even though you felt uncomfortable with his presence around you, you couldn’t take a step away from him. perhaps you were hoping for an explanation from his side. perhaps you were just relieved to see he was okay, after all the missions he’d already been sent on. “i don’t see how i owe you an answer after… everything that happened between us.”

noritoshi stayed silent, balling up his fists. “you’re right. i’m sorry,” he mumbled, hiding his hands in the sleeves of his yukata embarrassed. “i… i want to explain myself. at least as much as i can tell you and if you’re okay with it. can we move it somewhere more private? i don’t want any of the elders seeing us.”

you hesitated. on one hand, noritoshi sounded sincere but your history spoke for itself. and yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to deny him. like a moth to flames, you were always drawn to him. like the center of your universe, everything revolved around him. curiosity got the better of you, nodding before you could stop yourself. noritoshi let out a sigh in relief, stepping towards a more secluded area on the estate, one that you were very familiar with. as children, you used to spend time there a lot, hidden from your parents eyes and without any care in the world. the little corner was surrounded by tall cherry trees, adorned with smaller bushes and a little bench underneath the tree crowns. as noritoshi made his way there, he glanced behind him, making sure that you wouldn’t just leave him and vanish. true to your word, however, you trudged behind him and kept your distance. not once did you look him in the eyes, avoiding his gaze altogether. you were afraid it would make you weak in your resolve, walls crumbling and falling apart like paper mâché.

arriving at the bench, the two of you sat far apart, mirroring the distance between your hearts. you reminisced the old times, the memories making you queasy. whenever you spent time here as children, you would sit close to each other and read books together or just told each other stories. all that’s left was bitterness, heavy and suffocating on your tongue. “what is it that you wanted to tell me?” you questioned him, folding your hands on your lap. you were clenching your hands hard to keep them from trembling, not wanting to show him any weakness.

noritoshi was questioning his own resolve - he shouldn’t tell you anything, should’ve stayed away from you. the yearning was too strong; it was one of the few times he would ever get to see you again before being sent to yet another mission. noritoshi wanted to be selfish, to savour your presence until he was satisfied. maybe you would understand, at least a little bit. he didn’t expect you to forgive him, nor did he think you would let him crawl back into your space. but being close to you was enough.

“i know no amount of apologizing is going to make this better or even take the pain you’ve felt from my treatment but i want you to know that i’m really sorry. you didn’t deserve that whatsoever. i can’t tell you the exact reason why but- but i don’t want to leave you in the unknown any longer,” noritoshi recited his reasons so fast that you almost weren’t able to follow. with each word, your confusion visibly grew. but instead of feeling anger, as you should have, your heart grew heavier with disappointment. his confession was somewhat of closure but not quite. why couldn’t he tell you the reason? was it really so important? important enough to hurt you? you couldn’t understand and you didn’t want to.

“i don’t understand. why can’t you tell me? in case you didn’t realize yourself, this entire thing makes no sense. i don’t understand why you suddenly started hating me. we were close friends, we grew up together. are you telling me you never felt that way? that you weren’t and still aren’t able to trust me with this… reason? and why would you dump this onto me now? i would’ve been content not knowing anything at all,” you vented frustrated, sending him a glare. noritoshi was taken back by your outburst, gnawing at his bottom lip as he looked at you guiltily.

“i… fuck, i don’t know how to explain this without giving away too much, okay? i know it’s stupid but it’s complicated and i don’t want to drag you into this. i trust you, more than i trust anyone but this wasn’t… it wasn’t because i didn’t trust you,” noritoshi took a deep breath. “my entire goal was to protect you by keeping you away from me. and yeah, that was the only way.”

“but why-”

“now that i’ve left school, i’ll most likely be traveling a lot… i won’t be able to see you, let alone keep my eyes on you to make sure you’re okay. i just wanted to be fucking selfish for once, just needed to see you again. you don’t want to see me, i get it. i’ve been nothing but cruel to you and i don't expect you to ever forgive me. but i promise i'll make it up to you."

"noritoshi," you clenched your jaw, brows furrowed as you leaned over, jabbing your finger at his chest. "i don't want to play this game of cat and mouse with you. let's just stay away from each other, okay? nothing good comes out of it anyways. either you want me by your side or you don't, easy as that. you don't get to decide when to get back into my life just because you feel like it."

you just couldn't show him how hurt you were. whatever opening you would reveal, noritoshi would use it against you. he had always been and will always remain your weak point. you made peace with the fact that he was your first love but would probably not be your last. a dam broke inside you as you felt the warmth of his chest, memories flooding your senses. that day was long forgotten, exiled out of your memories until now. there was never a moment that allowed you to reflect on it. you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to it and his confession had confirmed the suspicions. noritoshi wasn't the type to engage with people he strongly disliked, much less be intimate with them. there was more to it that he simply refused to disclose to you. you had to put an end to this endless circle - a clean cut until the two of you were ready to face each other again.

taking a deep breath, you withdrew your hand and clutched it to your chest. "this isn't going to work out the way it is. you keep pulling and pushing, without giving me an explanation and- and i'm tired of it. i'm tired of getting hurt. i used to like you a lot, i had a crush on you-"

"you what?" noritoshi visibly paled, unnoticeably inching closer to you. he never realized.

"-and i kept hoping that one day you would return the feelings. i'm a fool, for thinking we could ever get anywhere," you smiled bitterly, slowly getting up from the bench. "let's go back to being enemies, okay? pretend this never happened. it's obvious we need to grow as people, independently from each other. maybe it's good that we'll go separate ways… if fate wants it, we'll find back to each other. and hopefully by then, you'll have a good explanation."

conflicted, you didn’t take another step, staring down at him. he looked small and meek as he sat there with his usually broad frame hunched over and kept his eyes on the grass below him, fiddling with his fingers. as if sensing your gaze on him, noritoshi tilted his head to look at you. his mind was elsewhere, far far away. he didn't realize he was staring at you with blank eyes until you came closer and leaned down concerned. you were so close to him, he could almost feel your breath fanning across his skin. you liked him. noritoshi fucked up, majorly, and he felt like everything was slipping from his fingers. his carefully constructed walls, the mask he kept on at all times and the unwavering resolve to push through until he'd become the head of the clan, they all came crumbling down when you announced that you would leave for an indefinite amount of time.

"don't leave," the words came out like a whisper, barely audible in the chimes of the wind. your eyes widened ever so slightly at his words, heart clenching at the sight of such a vulerable noritoshi - a reflection of your 'toshi. he reached out to you, hesitantly glasping your hand in a weak grip. as if he was afraid, prepared even, that you would go anyways. "please," he pleaded a second later, intertwining your fingers with his. like the wings of a hummingbird, your heart was fastly beating at this display of intimacy. it made you feel warm and cold at the same time, filling you with dread and the looming fear of consequences.

but what would he do if his last source of hope would leave him? ever since his mum left, he sparsely had contact with her until the contact eventually ceased to be. never did she reach out to him or react to his attempts to rekindle the relationship. throughout his adolescent years he had lonely, the guilt gnawing at his conscience. if only he could be stronger, more resilient. stand up to the elders and stand tall and proud, being nobody else but him. you gave him hope, that he could someday return to you, even if it remained a simple friendship. a beacon of light would always be one as there was always light at the end of the tunnel. panic filled his head as he realized that you would abandon him and this time it would be final.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry," noritoshi mumbled in a begging tone and slowly drew you closer, until you stood between his legs. his face was basked in the evening light, accentuating all the features you liked about him. his kind, steel blue eyes that harboured depths of emotion and mystery like a restless ocean. his long hair that flowed with the wind, not being wrapped up in the bindings for once. the wisps of hair that framed his slim face. it was an unusual sight, making your heart clench in melancholy. he looked so innocent like this, the gentleness in his facial expressions more visible now. as if feeling your resolve slipping away, he took the opportunity to wrap his arms around your waist and pressed his face in your chest, exhaling shakily and slowly. you let him, gently petting his hair.

underneath his breath, noritoshi murmured something. his voice was muffled in the fabric, making it difficult to understand what he was saying. you made a confused sound, leaning down slightly to better listen to him. not expecting him to move as well, you suddenly found yourself face to face with him and much closer than before. "i love you," he breathed out, pressing his lips against yours in a fluid motion. they felt scalding against yours, as if reminding you to stay away and yet soft, inviting you back in. finally gasping for air, you pulled away, fingers coming up to touch your tingling lips. noritoshi gave you a hopeful look, fingers dancing across the expanse of your back.

slowly, you backed away from him, avoiding his glance. you were in shock, not being able to process his confession. the entire confrontation had quickly escalated and you weren't able to follow. though the words made your heart clench, you couldn't help but feel like they were empty words. empty, simply thrown into the mix to elicit some kind of reaction from you. "i'm sorry, noritoshi. i- i can't return this, nor do i… i don't feel like i can believe you," you told him with a heavy heart. he opened his mouth, about to retort something when you cut him off. "please just let us move on from this, okay? i- i'll leave now." you sprinted away from him, tears stinging in your eyes. how could words that you've always wanted to hear hurt this much? how dare he play with your emotions like this, using your weakness to his advantage. he wasn't serious, and you were sure of it. there was no way in hell, after all those years that he'd spent being a menacing asshole.

love was a fickle thing but what was it between noritoshi and you? treading the line between love and hate, tilting more towards the other but not quite. never far apart and connected to each other like an invisible thread of fate was intertwined between you. it wasn't love and it wasn't hate but everything in between.

you stared at the piece of paper in your hands, mildly offended. how dare gojo? why would he do this to you? yeah right, because he liked to see you suffer. and he wasn't even here to get an earful from you. clenching your teeth, you tossed the note on your table and moved towards your closet to pack. it was no use complaining about it, in the end the mission had to be accomplished either way. years you'd gotten away with rarely ever meeting noritoshi. the sorcerer community wasn't big to begin with but with skill and determination, you were able to dodge every encounter. the handful of times you met, he always kept his distance though you always felt his watching eyes on you. megumi had told you that noritoshi was to become clan head soon - the elders had finally given in and the handover would be taking place soon.

apparently noritoshi had proven himself to them, both in strength and leadership skills. even you had taken notice of this. you'd only caught a brief glimpse at him at the last gathering but could tell that he had matured, exuding an authoritative and strong aura. but you had grown as well, no longer the meek girl you had been. you were more confident in your skills now thanks to your diligent training with shoko and yuta. moments of insecurity rarely entered your mind anymore. the relationship, or rather lack thereof, between you was rather frosty now, merely limited to an awkward greeting or a simple nod. the tension was palpable, no one wanted to come in the line of fire. for the most part, people had left you alone and not dared asking about the issue, not even your own mum. but of course, gojo then had to enter and send you on this stupid mission that apparently had to be done in pairs. you would’ve been fine with anyone but noritoshi.

it was a rather unpleasant curse that you had to deal with, gojo told you that it required two people to keep it in check. though you didn’t understand his reasoning, seeing as noritoshi was a grade one sorcerer now. gojo had simply left you a note on your door after he left for his own business (pure cowardice, in your opinion). the note let you know that you would be staying overnight, gojo had already booked a hotel room for you and gave you instructions for the report that you had to fill out later. you were to meet up with noritoshi at the hotel before then heading out to investigate, work out a strategy before attacking. you sighed, tossing the bag near the door before crawling in your bed. how would you face him again, for an extended period of time, after all those years of silence? it was best to just get it over and done with, efficiently and quickly. depending on how fast you were, you might even be able to catch the last train home. you couldn’t sleep, feeling restless and anxious about the entire situation. still, you closed your eyes, trying to get your mind to rest. but all that floated around in your brain was the sound of rustling leaves, accompanied with soft lips on yours.

coincidentally, noritoshi was already in the city the curse was situated at, deciding to then check into the hotel first before you’d meet up. he would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous - he didn’t know how to navigate the entire mission with minimal communication. he knew you didn’t want to talk to him, choosing to give him curt and snappy responses instead. cooperating was out of question, you disliked his presence and he could feel it. seeing that gojo had coordinated this (instead of doing the mission himself, like he was supposed to), noritoshi didn't expect anything to go well. weeks prior, gojo had pestered him about the title that was bestowed upon him. "so what's your first deed as the kamo clan head?" he had questioned noritoshi, grinning from ear to ear. noritoshi had shrugged and simply told him that he would go about his day. there were no plans, not yet at least. "so you're not gonna go and woo your lady?" this all knowing idiot. just thinking about it made his blood boil again.

noritoshi’s patience was already wearing thin upon seeing that gojo had booked one room for the two of you. with one bed only. he swore that gojo's secret skill was to give everyone headaches. complaining was useless, the hotel couldn't give him another room as everything was booked out due to it being the summer holidays. they'd deal with it somehow, even if he would have to sleep on the floor. noritoshi was placing his bag and outerwear in the closet when the door clicked, signaling that you'd arrived. for a brief moment, your eyes met but as soon as they did, your eyes had flitted somewhere else. you placed your bag on a nearby chair, rummaging in it until you found your sword and other supplies that you would be taking with you.

noritoshi remained silent, not wanting to upset you. he waited until you were ready to go, soundlessly following you. it was awkward but expected. at first, he was somewhat able to tell what you were looking for and gave you pointers in the right direction. it seemed to irritate you and you started venturing off on your own, simply leaving him behind. it frustrated him, after all you had a job to be done and needed to be as careful as possible. as a result of your uncooperativeness, it took longer than usual to map out a strategy. even longer because you refused to follow his suggestions and rather made up your own, knowing full well that they weren't as efficient.

the aftermath was… rather unpleasant. while there were no casualties, the two of you looked absolutely filthy and were in need of a good shower. noritoshi was angry, he didn't want to blame you but the entire situation got incredibly messy because of your stubborn head. hadn't you attacked him on your own, he would've been able to get rid of the curse swiftly. you'd snapped at him, asking him what his problem was. after all, the mission was finished and over with. involuntarily, noritoshi had to snort. you came back to the hotel late, far past midnight and still, you had the nerve to nag on him the entire way there. he'd let you use the shower first before hopping in himself. without a word you left the hotel room to grab yourself some snacks, stomach growling in protest.

noritoshi was seldom petty; as he put his robe on and entered the room, discovering that you hadn't come back yet, he promptly decided to give you a taste of your own medicine and stubbornly take the bed. what would you do about it now? he was peacefully reading a book in the dim lighting of the room when you came back. you almost dropped the snacks that you grabbed, narrowing your eyes at him. noritoshi ignored you, turning another page in the book unbothered. huffing in annoyance, you stomped over to the other side of the bed. noritoshi continued to ignore you.

"i'm not sharing a bed with you," you stated, crossing your arms in defiance. you didn't have any other solution but you were not going down without a fight.

noritoshi just narrowed his eyes at you and replied equally annoyed: "childish much, huh? just put some pillows between us if it bothers you that much. we're adults, for fuck's sake. and we've shared beds before, so i don't know what your problem is."

at this point you were fuming, you'd rather sleep on the floor than go anywhere near him. you wanted to wipe that stupid look off his face because you knew he was right and he knew it too. you were being childish and you couldn't deny it. there was no real reason to the quarrel, you wanted to be as insufferable as possible.

"it's different now!" you hissed indignantly. noritoshi looks at you incredulously, not getting your point. "you're a man now and- and it makes me uncomfortable!"

truthfully, it was more the fact that you were painfully aware of his presence now. noritoshi hadn't noticed but your feelings came crashing back in, filling the entirety of your being with yearning. each and every time he came too close, you dashed and didn't give him the opportunity to look at your face. the pained expression on your face was obvious, you weren't able to hide it. despite the hostility, you couldn't help but care. no matter how much you denied it, you would always habour feelings for him and were very much attracted to him.

"that's why i told you to put pillows between us??"

okay, that's it. "i can't stand being anywhere near you! you're a prick and i hate you," you snarled at him. to seal the deal, you hurled one of the pillows at him and watched triumphantly as it hit his chest. the angry look in noritoshi's eyes, however, told you that you fucked up. gritting his teeth, he tossed his book aside and lunged to grab you. you squeaked in surprise and wiggled out of his grasp, wrestling out of his arms until you stumbled and awkwardly landed on the bed, beside him. noritoshi keeps a tight grip on you, glaring down at you. now you've really crossed the line.

all confidence left your body when he hissed: "what. is. your. problem." you fucked up, royally. once noritoshi was mad, you were in for a ride. it was best to keep him in good spirits, appease him a little so he would ease up. you scrambled panicky and tried to apologize, pathetically wiggling in his arms.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry! i didn't mean it, please let me go!"

noritoshi kept a steel grip on you, moving between your legs and pinning your hands to the mattress. his face inched closer, you could feel his breath fanning across your neck. you stayed still, breath hitched as you waited for his next move. noritoshi's voice was raspy, lilting with an emotion that you couldn't decipher. "you're being a brat, y/n. look at yourself, you've hurt me… tsk, how are you going to make it up to me?"

you couldn't tell whether he was joking or genuinely hurt - your intuition told you that he was simply playing with you as payback. no matter how far away you strayed, you always seemed to find yourself back in this position. he was hypnotizing, alluring even. not giving him a reply, you stared at the ceiling, frozen in thought. while you'd been intimate on more than one occasion, noritoshi had never acted this way. so… possessive and strict, the tone in his voice told you that he wasn't up for any more quarreling. you were at a loss for words.

noritoshi, not being happy with not receiving an answer, decided to take matters in his own hands. he nipped at your neck playfully, making you yelp in surprise before pressing kisses against your neck. your skin was tingling, shots of electricity moving up your spine. when there was no objection on your end, noritoshi took it was an okay to continue. hands squeezing yours, he resumes his work, giving you soft and almost unnoticeable kisses. other times, he was pressing harder, sucking your skin gently. you wondered whether he left some marks - delirious on pleasure, your mind focused back on him.desire overtook you, no longer was your rationality at the forefront. in the depths of your heart, an emotion that rarely made an appearance emerged. it was flooding your senses, your conscious and mind, begging you to give in.

by the time noritoshi reached your lips, you were writhing. you expected him to kiss you but then he stopped, making you involuntarily whimper. you wanted more, wanted to savour it. a small smile found its way onto his lips as he brushed your hair back and cupped your chin, making you look at him.

and you swore that he knew, he just had to know what a mess he's already made of you in such a short amount of time as he asked, "what's wrong hm? what do you need, baby?" you fell for it, hook line and sinker. you thought to yourself, fuck it, the opportunity was right there. he may be an insufferable dick and you might fight more than you get along but the opportunity was there and god, did you want to be selfish. for just one night, you wanted to be his. you leaned up to kiss him but noritoshi pulled back, clicking his tongue, repeating again and this time more firmly, "what do you need?"

you couldn't help but stare at him, how his slightly damp hair framed his face, his chest that was exposed by the loosely tied bathrobe and how it revealed parts of his thigh. you wanted to see more of him, touch him. there was a burning feeling inside your chest, it was clawing at your skin, trying to break free. you grew more restless as he stayed still and gave you a stern look until you grasped the hem of his sleeves and whimpered quietly, "please kiss me."

it felt like an eternity until he pressed his lips against yours, everything that was so unmistakably him flooded your senses. his scent wrapped around you until your brain couldn't make out any more coherent thoughts other than him. 'toshi, 'toshi, 'toshi, your 'toshi. he moved so languidly; his lips were warm and soft but bruising at the same time, kissing you with fervour. you began to ease into the kiss, letting go of all your inhibitions. you could worry about it later, you'd decided, this is a future you problem. you wiggled in his hold, hands coming up to push at his bathrobe. noritoshi didn't budge and continued to kiss you, sucking your bottom lip - your hands became more restless, desperate to touch him. he made an unenthused noise, biting your bottom lip as if warning you to not push him. still, he somehow obliged and sat back on his heels, taking his bathrobe off and throwing it haphazardly to the side.

he looked ethereal, somewhere in the distance you thought you can hear angels singing. you reached out to touch him again, earning you yet another warning glance from him. “where do you get the confidence to do whatever you want after that little stunt you pulled earlier?” he questioned you in a low voice. whatever snarky remark you had on your tongue was thrown out of the window when noritoshi leaned down to touch you, slowly pushing your oversized shirt up to reveal your shorts, then your bra.

your breath hitched in your throat, you couldn't tell what he was thinking because even in this state he kept his perfect poker face on. and when he undressed you, you almost felt embarrassed of how eager you were to rid yourself of your clothes. yet you felt exposed - noritoshi didn't make a sound as he just studied you as if you were a luxurious meal presented on a silver plate, the sound of his breathing alone making you squirmish. he didn't give you the satisfaction of a compliment nor did he let you know what he thought, instead leaning down to kiss you again.

before you could deepen the kiss, he’s already moved down to your neck. you mewled in disappointment, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your hands in his hair. this time, he let you touch him, too absorbed in his mission to paint the skin of your neck in hues of red and purple. noritoshi moved lower when he was finally satisfied with his work of art, you’re a great canvas, he thought to himself. the burning feeling in your chest was flaring up again, you felt uncomfortably hot and the only relief you got was him touching you. he must know, he was doing this on purpose. you were convinced. a surprised gasp left your lips when his tongue swiped across your nipple before wrapping his lips around it. his fingers flicked the other one and- oh god did it feel so electrifying, so delicious, so good. you moaned his name, gently tugging on his hair as he continued his ministrations. “noritoshi,” you whimpered, trying to grind against his thigh. “please- please touch me.” he moved faster than you could react, snapping the waistband of your panties against your skin.

“i am touching you,” noritoshi responded matter-of-factly, cupping your breasts. “is this not enough?” you shook your head, making him chuckle. he took his sweet time, lathering your chest with the utmost attention. at this point you were sure you’d soaked through your panties and onto the sheets and you were desperate. finally, his lips left your nipple, his breath grazing them, making you shiver. he seemed to enjoy it, enjoy the effect he has on you, how you were writhing for him and him only. with swift movements, he removed your panties and your legs were thrown over his shoulders - how are his shoulders so broad - and he pressed kisses to your inner thighs. “look at you,” he cooed, glancing up at you. “you’re so wet for me and i haven’t even touched you here yet. are you craving me?”

“yes,” you mewled truthfully, wiggling your hips slightly. you missed how his face lights up in delight, loving how you’re slowly but surely coming undone for him. he was placing kisses everywhere but where you wanted him, where you needed him. you were at his mercy, he alone decided the pace. the desperate little tugs at his hair left him unbothered, you couldn't even move properly because he was keeping a tight grip on your hips, holding them down onto the mattress. “do you want me?” you nodded quickly. “then beg.”

"i'm not- i'm not gonna fucking b-" you didn't get to finish your sentence as noritoshi gave your inner thigh a bite.

"language," he hissed in irritation. "we can do this all night, baby. i don't have any qualms about keeping you here, making you squirm until you know not to treat me like that." to emphasize his threat, his hands languidly stroked your inner thighs, inching closer to your heat. goosebumps raised across your skin. noritoshi paid no mind to your laboured breathing or how you stared at him in disbelief. you would not beg him more than this, this stupid asshole, who did he think he is to expect you to do as he says? as if sensing that your attention wasn't on him anymore, one of his hands reached up to pinch your nipple.

you felt his fingers grazing your pussy, flicking over your clit but not quite touching it. yet the pleasure, coupled with the sharp pain of his pinching, was enough to make you delirious. you moaned his name, hips rutting up slightly to meet his hand. noritoshi pulled away abruptly and made you whine in frustration. "noritoshi!" you whimpered again, closing your eyes in embarrassment. "please just- just touch m-"

you felt another, harder pinch, tingles shooting straight to your core. "look at me," noritoshi growled and you opened your eyes quickly, not wanting to disappoint him again.

"please touch me, please just… i need you, need your lips or fingers," you struggled to find the right words, huffing in frustration at your weak attempt to persuade him. "please make me cum, please. i'll be good for you, i promise, i promise. wanna be good for you."

a sardonic smile graced noritoshi's lips, your begging music to his ears. he almost wished you could see yourself like this - the yearning evident in your eyes, your glossy eyes. what would you say? how quickly your resolve had crumbled, even though you'd vowed to yourself to keep him at an arm's length away from you. what was more heavenly to his ears are your moans and he intended to draw every last bit out of you tonight.

when his tongue finally made contact with your cunt, a loud moan leaves your lips, you almost sob in relief. your thighs trembled slightly, threatening to close but noritoshi was quick to pry them open and delved deeper into your heat. he alternated between lapping at your folds, then dragging his tongue across your clit before giving it a suck. your hips rocked against his face, meeting his movements as if it was already second nature to them. you thought you were seeing stars when you inched closer to your climax. tugging at his hair you whimpered out his name, letting him know that you're close, so close. that's when he pulled away, smirking at you as your high slowly ebbed away. you made a noise in protest, brows pinching in frustration but noritoshi just cooed at you condescendingly.

"you seem to forget who's in control here," he tsked at you, dragging his thumb across your clit. your hips jerked. "but, baby, you look so pitiful, i might just feel sorry for you."

hope sparked in your eyes when he pressed a brief kiss to your lips before slipping his fingers past your folds, his thumb drawing circles on your clit. "ride my fingers," he commanded and you reacted immediately, eagerly rutting against his fingers. you missed the dark glint in his eyes, the look that tells you you were not easily let off the hook whatsoever. pleasure was clouding your judgement, heightening your sensitivity to his touch. a loud moan fell from your lips when noritoshi curled his fingers, hitting a spot that otherwise was difficult for you to reach. your hand came up to cover your mouth, too embarrassed about other guests possibly hearing you.

noritoshi withdrew his fingers, thumb pressing against your clit. you gasped desperately, pawing at his chest to plead him to continue. "i want to hear you. don't you dare hide your moans," he told you, only sliding his fingers back into you when you complied. noritoshi was still kneeling, watching as you moved your hips against his fingers with fascination. while you'd kept a steady rhythm at the beginning, it was getting more and more sporadic. you were close again, noritoshi could tell. and yet it wasn't enough, he had to get you closer to the edge to then break you after.

"o- oh fuck," you cursed, gripping the sheets tightly as noritoshi moved his fingers, repeatedly hitting the spot that made your toes curl. you were to close, you could cum, soon-

"noritoshi!" a frustrated sob resounded from you as he pulled away, looking down at you with a satisfied smirk. your hands came up to wipe the tears that were welling in your eyes. you bit your bottom lip to keep yourself from crying as you watched him pop his fingers in his mouth, licking your essence from them. the sight alone made you feel hot and bothered. in the dim light of the room, noritoshi looked downright sinful. the way his broad frame was casting a shadow over your form, his glistening eyes, the sheen of sweat on his body and how his hair was hanging in his face.

"please let me cum, please! i- i want you so bad, want you in me… noritoshi, please give me it," you begged quietly, crawling towards him. noritoshi felt his heart soften at your cute face - you were so easy to read, he enjoyed teasing you. small hands reached out for the bulge in his boxers, experimentally pressing and nudging at it. noritoshi hissed uncomfortably; he was painfully hard and ready to cum as well but he couldn't, not yet. wanted to play with you more, mapping out the entirety of your body until he memorized how you reacted to his touch.

swiftly flipping positions, he pulled you on top of him, placing you directly above his crotch. you sank down immediately, sighing shakily as you pressed your cunt against the bulge. the boxers had to come off, they were the last barrier. you had to feel his skin on yours, wanted to be closer. noritoshi's hands shot out to stop you, giving you a warning look. you understood, withdrawing your arms to rest on your sides. pressing his bulge against you, he guided your hips to move against it, folds dragging across the fabric of his boxers. the friction was delicious, especially when he rutted against you, pressing against your clit. it took you a few tries until you figured out a comfortable rhythm, placing your hands against his chest as you moved on your own.

noritoshi kept his eyes on you. brushing your hair out of your face so he could get a better look at you, he then rested them near your thighs. "are you close?" he inquired when your movements became quicker and you nodded in reply, giving him a pleading look. he raised his eyebrows at you, shaking his head ever so slightly. "you don't get to cum without my permission."

he could see the conflict and hesitation, dancing in your eyes, how you were contemplating to go against his commands. noritoshi's heart filled with pride when you slowed down, thighs trembling from the restraint you kept on yourself. "good girl," he rewarded you, leaning up to kiss you. you whimpered against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. you were a sight to behold, noritoshi mused. slick spread across the fabric of his boxers and your thighs, kiss-bruised lips and the love bites that were blooming across your chest. he was proud to be able to have this effect on you.

it didn't take long until you were close again, this time begging and pleading him to let you continue. noritoshi supposed he toyed around enough, ready to give you what you were so desperately craving. lifting you up slightly, he pushed his boxers down and reached to the side, fumbling with the drawers of the night table before being able to pull out a condom. you watched in curiosity, as he put it on then lined his member up against your pussy. he dragged the head of his cock against your clit a couple of times, making you jump in surprise before letting you sink down. a long, relieved moan left your lips as you felt him fill you up to the brim. you'd never felt this full and good. jerking your hips against his slightly, your legs trembled as he perfectly hit that spot inside you effortlessly. his name fell from your lips like a mantra, letting everyone know that he was the one pleasuring you.

noritoshi let you adjust to him before wrapping his arms around you to keep you in place, driving his hips up against yours in an almost punishing tempo. your lips parted in a silent scream, no sounds leaving them other than heavy breaths. "f- fuck, noritoshi! i'm so close, please let me have it, please-" you begged sobbing. you didn't think you could survive another edging, it would utterly crush you. knowing that you were at his mercy, you complied with his orders. never had you felt this much pleasure, with anyone. noritoshi accomplished what others could never - setting your nerves ablaze with a simple touch.

"cum for me." your orgasm washed over you like a tsunami, leaving you writhing in his arms until you rode it out. noritoshi continued to move against you in a languid tempo, lovingly pressing kisses across your face. you slumped against his body exhausted, aftershocks still wracking through your body. he stroke your back gently, giving you a short kiss. "can you take another one?" he asked, making you look at him. though your mind was hazy, you could tell that he was caring, wanting to make you feel as comfortable as possible despite his mean side. you nodded, your words slurred as you told him: "mhmm, still want you, all of you."

noritoshi was laying you on the mattress, freezing mid-way as he hovered above you. could it be? there was no way. he brushed the thought off quickly, leaning down to kiss you. you sloppily returned the kiss, blindly moving your hands around until you found his, intertwining them happily. swiftly, he entered you again - now taking his sweet time. the pace was slow but filled with force, making you see stars. you wrapped your legs around his waist, heels digging into his skin. you blinked in confusion as noritoshi whispered sweet nothings into your ear. tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him - you wanted him, so so much that it hurt you. you imagined you weren't in this situation, that this was simply intimacy between lovers. that you were his and he was yours, with no care in the world.

driving his hips against yours faster now, you could tell that he was close. lifting your hips to meet his movement, you whimpered against his lips. you wanted to pleasure him as much as he did you. the sight of his screwed shut eyes, panting heavily as he came, it nearly knocked the wind out of your lungs. noritoshi buried his face in the crook of your neck, whimpering quietly as he thrusted a few more times before coming to a halt. for a few minutes, you remain in this position, basking in the afterglow. he removes himself from you, telling you to stay put as he left to get some wet towels from the bathroom. as you laid there, your cunt wasn't the only thing that felt empty.

your eyes were glossing over and you were once again reminded of the fact that you couldn't have him. that he’s not your ‘toshi. you sat up slowly, spotting the mirror across the room. you stared at your reflection in your mirror, horrified at all the marks noritoshi had left behind and suddenly it dawned on you that you don’t understand why. you didn't care about each other - why would he mark you like this? your heartbeat sped up at the thought of him possibly, maybe, returning your feelings. that he wasn't just toying with your feelings to get back at you.

noritoshi returned, giving you a small smile as he signaled you to lift your arms a little so he could wipe you down. the gentleness in his actions made you sniffle emotionally; he paid attention to every single detail, making sure not to miss a spot. once done, he placed the towel on the nearby chair then returning to wrap you in the blankets and cradling you against his chest like a baby. the sound of his breath nearly lulled you into sleep. you leaned against his chest, sinking into the blankets. "are you okay? was i too rough?" noritoshi asked after a moment of silence. you didn't reply. why was he acting like this? as if you were a couple, as if he really cared.

"y/n? you don't have to reply, but at least give me a hand sign, so i know you're okay," he repeated again, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows. you turned your head away from him, trying to hide your tears. it wasn't long before you started crying uncontrollably, hiding your face in your hands. noritoshi started panicking, fussing over you and tried to pry your hands away so you would look at him. repeatedly shaking your head, you pushed him away from you.

"w- why couldn't you always be this gentle to me?" the words finally left your mouth, accusatory. "i- i didn't deserve any of this treatment and i still struggle to understand why it happened. i should hate you, hate you so much and yet i don't? why can't you love me the way i love you?"

speechless, noritoshi pulled away from you, arms sinking to his sides. it made you sob even harder, thinking that he was going to leave you again, like he always did. he never stayed, only came to wreck havoc, leaving you to pick up the pieces. "y/n, i'm sorry, i-" he drew you in, pressing you against his chest. you were confused at your own outbreak of emotions, not sure how to calm down. "i'm not sure what you thought, but i meant it when i told you that i love you, all those years back," noritoshi mumbled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

you shook your head vehemently. "i don't believe that, not for one second. you've hurt me for so long and suddenly you had a change of heart?"

"i know it's hard to believe, but i promise i'm not lying. i do love you. with all my heart," noritoshi lifted your chin slightly, wiping the tears from your eyes. gently, he kissed you. "back then, i wasn't able to tell you but… things have changed now and i'll tell you, okay? but not now, tomorrow-"

"no! you'll just leave again and act like nothing happened and i-" you panicked, clinging onto him as dread washed over you again. he was going to leave again, the mission was over after all and you'd go separate ways again.

"i'm staying." noritoshi said firmly, holding your hands so you couldn't flail around anymore. "i'm not leaving you, okay? go to sleep, i know you're exhausted… when you wake up, i'll be there. we'll discuss things in the morning."

"promise?"

"i promise."

you didn't know why but this time, you trusted him. at least a little bit more than before. nodding slightly, you pressed your small frame against his. noritoshi's calming scent wrapped around you, lulling you into sleep. he watched as you fell asleep in his arms, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he settled as well, closing his eyes.

"i love you, y/n."

p.s.: i hurt myself writing this too haha but i swear this was it with the angst

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⤑ made-up love song drabbles

Seokjin tells his therapist he might have a little crush on you

kim seokjin x reader warnings; this drabble takes place during a therapy session but it entails a light hearted conversation words; 1,773 words

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“It definitely seems like a crush, Seokjin,” Mrs. Shin nodded, the slightest of smiles lifting her lips as she looked across at him, her glasses perched a little way down the bridge of her nose. She was teasing him. He knew her well enough by now. He’d been having a session a week for the past three years.

Admittedly at first he’d been sceptical. It was policy at the company. With such a stressful and demanding position he needed to have someone on hand to talk to regularly, just in case it all became too much, so he was unable to turn it down even if he had wanted to at first. He’d never been one for talking about his feelings, choosing to deal with them himself. He wasn’t a fan of sharing, not wanting to be a burden or risk unloading his troubles onto someone who didn’t really want to hear it but didn’t have the heart to tell him. He was still like that now in ways, but he figured this was Mrs. Shin’s – Chaewon’s – job, so she had to have a passion for it, right? Helping people…

And helped him she had. He didn’t know where he’d be if it wasn’t for her. She’d been there for him tremendously over the years, especially with his divorce and the strains of being apart from Arin. He was a busy man so these visits couldn’t be in person most of the time, usually done over phone call, sometimes video, but today he’d felt like getting out of the office. Taking a long lunch to confess something he hadn’t even had the balls to tell Namjoon, his best friend of twenty years.

See, the thing was, he had found himself in a bind. It had been two weeks since he’d backed out into your car. Two weeks since he’d embarrassingly taken it upon himself to take said car and pay his mechanic to fix the damage. Two weeks since he’d last seen you, waving you off at the subway station he’d driven you to, and two weeks since he’d been unable to stop thinking about you. He had it bad, and he had no idea if he was deluding himself or not. I might have a little crush, had been his opening line, and it made him want the floor to open up and swallow him whole.

He groaned quite loudly (definitely dramatically), throwing his head back. “But it sounds so juvenile.”

He wasn’t in high school. He was a near forty year old man, with a child. Crushes were for teenagers. In fact, the last time he’d had one he’d been in 9th grade. Moon Dabin, the daughter of one of his father’s friends. It hadn’t ended well, his feelings left unrequited which he feared was happening this time around too. Not that they were feelings per se. That would be foolish. He didn’t even know you properly. This was just an… attraction?

“Well, what else would you call it?” Chaewon chuckled, now not even bothering to try and hide her amusement.

“I have no idea.” He admitted. “I’m just…” he trailed off, feeling like an idiot having to say the words aloud. “I’m just very attracted to her, and I feel this sense of…” – another pause as he tried to think of the correct word – “admiration towards her?”

That didn’t seem right, or it sounded weird, something like that. You were dedicated to your job. The parent teacher meeting had made it obvious just how much you loved teaching. You also had this… tenacity about you. You were feisty, scrappy. He felt out of his depth around you, but oddly relaxed at the same time. He respected you. Not that he didn’t respect everyone, but well – God, what was going on with him? He liked you. It was plain and simple. It didn’t matter if you were virtually a stranger.

“I just like her.”

“What do you like about her?” Chaewon pressed, smiling innocently. “You know, other than her face.”

Seokjin shook his head with a slight chuckle. “She just has this way about her.” You made him laugh. You made him awkward. You made him flirty, as embarrassing as that was to admit. “I mean, I’ve seen her a grand total of three times but each time has been…fun.”

The older woman in front of him raised an eyebrow. “Fun?”

“Different.” He explained with a nod. “There was something there, possibly.” He didn’t want to delude himself after all. “I think we built up some kind of rapport.”

“You mean you were flirting.”

“Possibly.” That word again. “I mean, it’s been a long time since I tried, so I may have been doing it very wrong.”

Chaewon stifled a laugh as she shrugged. “Well, if she was flirting back.”

“I don’t know if she was.” He replied unsurely. “She was kind of annoyed at me, because I wouldn’t let her pay me back for the car but I think it was in a playful way.” He paused, thinking some more. “She let me give her a ride to the subway so she can’t think I’m that bad, right?”

Chaewon hummed in consideration. “Maybe it beat getting lost.” The look of horror on his face made her laugh. “I’m just kidding, Seokjin.” She didn’t give him time to reply, lacing her fingers together as she viewed him. “I say, why don’t you ask her out for dinner.”

“D-dinner?” He more of less spluttered, his shirt collar now feeling dangerously tight against his neck. “Like some kind of date?”

“Mm hm.”

He shook his head, “I can’t.” He was adamant. “It just seems… I’m not – I haven’t dated in a while, and besides, she’s Arin’s teacher.” It would be completely unprofessional. He couldn’t.

“Not for long though, right?”

Seokjin pursed his lips. “Correct.” Damn him for being too easy with the information he’d already handed out. Chaewon had been pushing him to date for the longest time. She was loving this, the chance perfect.

“I’m too busy.” He insisted, but he knew it was an excuse. “What with work and Arin living with me now. It’s just not very plausible.”

“I’m sure you can make time for one little date. Unless…” Chaewon paused to look at him pointedly, “you’re holding out for more?”

“No!” His exclamation was loud. “I just… If things – Never mind,” he ended with a groan, flustered now. His face felt hot. His ears too.

Chaewon sighed gently. “Seokjin, you deserve some time for yourself too. I think dating will do you some good.”

There she went again.

“It’s been what, two years?” Seokjin answered her question with a nod, knowing what she was alluding to. “Don’t you think it’s time to put yourself out there?”

He hesitated. Deep down he knew she was talking sense. While not exactly minding the fact he was single, a companionship sounded nice. A romantic one at that. But who would want a divorced father? He wasn’t exactly a catch now was he?

“What could go wrong?” Chaewon prompted, sensing his reluctance.

“What if she’s married?”

He may or may not have already looked for a ring that Saturday afternoon you’d dropped off his car… Was that a strange thing to do? He hadn’t seen one, but that didn’t mean anything.

“Then she’ll simply tell you that and you’ll have to get over your little crush.”

If you were married, he’d feel like such a fool getting his hopes up like this, and if you weren’t, chances were you were already in a relationship. “What if she’s not interested in going for dinner?” He figured they were valid concerns. He hadn’t asked out a woman in near a decade, and even then it wasn’t comparable because he had known Nana was interested already.

“Again, she’ll let you know,” Chaewon smiled.

“Do you think she might be interested?” The thought of getting turned down would not only dent his ego, but he’d be extremely disappointed too. He really did like you. Maybe getting another woman’s perspective would do him good. “You know, from what I’ve told you,” he added.

Chaewon’s smile grew, gaze casting downwards as she began to tease him. “Well, with the rapport you’ve built up, and the way she was annoyed at you but playfully, then maybe.”

He couldn’t help but chuckle, rubbing his fingers back and forth along his jaw. “Shit, you’re setting me up for failure.”

“I don’t think I am,” she said, shaking her head to turn serious. “From what you’ve told me, and granted she’s single, I think you’re in with a fighting chance.”

Seokjin liked the sound of that. “So you don’t think she’s still holding a grudge against me?”

“For what, stealing her car?”

“If you want to call it that.” He didn’t even try to fight it today. He already knew Chaewon’s views on the matter. She’d been appalled to find out that he’d just gotten his mechanic to tow away your car like that. Of course, he understood his mistake now, but back then he was blindsided, hellbent on sorting out the mess he’d caused.

“I guess possibly she can hold a grudge and be attracted to you at the same time,” Chaewon replied almost cryptically, but Seokjin was too distracted by the latter half. He hoped you were attracted to him, just as much as he was attracted to you.

“That reminds me,” Chaewon clapped her hands suddenly, gaining his attention back. “We should probably use some of this session to go over that impulsiveness you sometimes struggle with.”

Psychoanalysing himself did not sound like fun right now. Not when he had to make a decision about asking you out for dinner or not. Maybe he needed that impulsiveness right now…

“However, from the look on your face, I see you want to keep talking about Y/N.”

The sound of your name made him grin. It was such a pretty name, suited you well. Maybe he could do this. Date. It didn’t have to be a big deal. It didn’t have to be scary.

“Chaewon, do you think I’m ready to start dating?” He asked in all seriousness, as if he didn’t know her answer.

“I have been saying it for months now, yes,” his therapist nodded, but her voice was gentle. She understood his hesitance, she knew him very well.

“Right,” he murmured, lowering his head feeling a little bashful.

“So,” she nudged softly, “you better hurry, or you’ll be all out of chances. You did say the summer fate is tomorrow, didn’t you?”

Shit. He definitely told her too much.

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