#plz why did i put effort into this

[kiwi-bitchez]

Like Magic

Eddie Munson x Reader, 18+ mdni

Summary: Incredibly troupey enemies to lovers smut. The gang takes a trip together and a game of never-have-I-ever creates a new tension between you and Eddie. The classic "no one has ever made me come'' situation. A bit overused, but it still gets me every time. Hope y'all enjoy!

Warnings: afab reader, she/her pronouns, use of y/n, drinking (all characters are 21+), kind of Asshole!Eddie but not really, fingering, kissing, oral (m and f receiving), Eddie has a dick piercing because I said so, piv sex, unprotected sex, plz be safe irl this is just fanfiction, Eddie has big dick energy in this one, I said what I said, rough-ish sex but Eddie's def more of a soft dom here, a few pet names (princess, mostly), spelling/grammar mistakes, corny ending

Word count: 14k (oof… got a little carried away with this one besties)

Steve said it would be a getaway. A trip dedicated equal parts to celebrating Nancy's first big article getting published and to cheer Steve up after having been dumped by his most recent situationship. The former was the initial reason to take the trip but after finding out about Jessica or Jamie or whatever her name was you had a feeling the latter was the true motivator. Either way, Steve had found a cheap cabin up by a lake and had pitched the trip as a fun way to "get in touch with wilderness." You had a feeling it was going to be more drinking and board games than hiking and fishing, but that was fine by you. 

It was nice to put in for the time off from work and have something to look forward to. A week away with your friends. And Eddie. It's not that you didn't consider him a friend... well, you didn't. But it wasn't for lack of trying on your end. You'd use the term friendly acquaintance. A person with whom you share several close friends but for some reason refuses to be friendly to you- that kind of friendly acquaintance. Okay, maybe the word friendly was a bit of a stretch. 

There was an odd tension between the two of you that you couldn't quite figure out. When Robin had introduced you to her friends from high school, all staying very close over the years, you immediately hit it off with them, easily integrating yourself into their quirky dynamic. Even though Eddie sort of stuck out like a sore thumb among them, you never treated him any differently than you did Steve or Nancy. You liked that their group was so mismashed. You had made it a point to not to turn your nose up at him for any reason, expecting he typically got that reaction from those who didn't know him. At first you actually found him to be quite charming. 

There was just a certain coldness he had towards you that you found off putting. Knowing what little you did about him, entirely through Robin's introductory ramblings, you could understand why he might be wary of new people. It was that you had put in an effort to get to know him and be friendly that had upset you when he didn't return the sentiment. Not only did he treat you with a certain dry curtness, but he seemed so warm and loving to everyone else. He'd ruffle Robin's hair, bear hug Steve, share a cigarette with Nancy when she was especially stressed and tell some long winded story that had her cracking up and forgetting why she was ever tense in the first place. You didn't expect immediate closeness, but a little bit of that warmth from him would have been nice. 

The awkward tension between the two of you manifested as joking jabs that hit a little too close, sarcastic remarks and rolled eyes. If he was going to go out of his way to push your buttons, you had no problem doing the same. It never ruined the energy when you'd all hang out as a group, but it was an underlying feeling you could't ever seem to ignore, as much as you'd tried. So this trip was going to be a celebration for Nancy, a distraction for Steve, and a challenge for you. 

The cabin really was a great find to credit Steve. You had all pitched in a little money to cover the expenses and were pleasantly surprised when you found out there were actually enough beds for all of you, a half decent kitchen, hot water, nothing special but certainly nothing to complain about either. You had access to a small dock and a beat up canoe, a little fire pit out back, the basic necessities for a half decent vacation. That, supplemented with the box of booze Steve had lugged up from the car and all of your excitement to let loose was sure to make for a good trip, if not at least a memorable one. 

You had all scoped out the digs, poking around the shed outside and unloading all your stuff from the cars. You felt somewhat settled in and ready to slip into vacation mode right as the sun began to set. Steve and Nancy had taken care of bringing groceries for the week, unpacking a week's worth of dry pasta and snacks into the dusty pantry. Steve took it upon himself to cook a small meal for everyone in the kitchen, nothing fancy but still appreciated given the minimal kitchen setup, always the mom of the group. Eddie messily makes himself a rum and coke, offering Robin one as well and blatantly ignoring your presence. Not that you wanted a stupid rum and coke from him anyways. He hands her the drink and you avoid eye contact and push past him to fix a drink for yourself, quickly shuffling off to check if Steve needed any help in the kitchen. 

"Too many cooks in the kitchen, y/n," Steve places his hands on your shoulders and backs you out of the small space, "go relax, I think I can handle boiling pasta by myself." 

You were mostly trying to avoid the living room where Nancy, Robin, and Eddie were all settled, but Steve was right, the kitchen was far too small for you to be taking up space while he tries to cook for five. With a sigh you make the short journey over to the couch, wedging yourself next to Robin and quietly sipping on your drink, making a mental note to make the next one stronger. You easily fall into conversation, listening to Robin tell some story about when she and Steve used to work at an ice cream shop years ago, some exaggerated memory she kept referring to as "mint-chocolate-chip-gate," easily pulling laughs from all of you. 

Hours later, empty plates scattered around the small makeshift dining area, a few more drinks in your system, you had hardly thought about Eddie at all. You'd managed to avoid his snippy remarks for the majority of the evening, both relishing in the good feeling of the start of a week off. It was always when you felt the tension slip away that it came back harsher than ever. The five of you crowded around the small table, playing cards shuffled into a messy deck. Robin had started a never-have-I-ever game, although childish, still fun and silly as none of you took things too seriously. 

"Never have I ever," she searches her brain for something riveting, "faked an orgasm."

You and Nancy give her a fake-annoyed glance and take sips from your cups, not a huge surprise on anyone's part. 

"Not fair Rob," you say, looking up from your cup, "just because you only have sex with women doesn't mean you have to target those of us unfortunate enough to be attracted to men." You and Nancy laugh.

"Sounds like the unfortunate ones are the guys you're sleeping with," Eddie mumbles. You shoot daggers from your eyes at him, "I'm just saying, how can you expect it to be any good if you're not being honest."

"Fuck off," you roll your eyes, "I'm sure you've been on the receiving end of more than one faked orgasm, Munson, it's kind of a universal truth for all women."

"Well I don't know if I'd say that-" Nancy interjects, "universal truth is kind of a big claim."

"Never have I ever," Steve interrupts, clearly trying to change the conversation, "accidentally poured salt instead of sugar into my coffee while on a first date and was too embarrassed to say anything so I just drank the salty coffee and suffered in silence."

"Oh my god," you burst out, everyone giggling, "that was such a pointed attack! I'm never telling you anything ever again!" You take a sip from your drink, being the only person in the group who has experienced that oddly specific situation. 

"If you all are going to target me with the knowledge of friendship then I'm coming for all of your asses," you set down your drink and try to think of something that will surely get them to all drink, "Aha! I know, never have I ever had an orgasm during sex with a partner." Your mind was sort of still in the gutter from Robin's statement, and you knew for sure you'd get them all with this one, you knew that you were in a slim minority with that fact. It wasn't that you choose bad partners, well, that was sometimes part of it, but you just couldn't get to that place when someone else was doing it to you, only ever by yourself. You just figured it was a slight abnormality, and had resigned to a life of solo play and half decent but never truly fulfilling sexual encounters. 

Steve groans, annoyed you brought the conversation back to the sexual topics he had previously steered the group away from, taking a drink alongside everyone else. 

"Ha!" you gloat while everyone takes their long sips, "knew I'd get you all there. Keep trying to come for me with my oddly specific embarrassing stories and you'll all be sorry in the morning."

"I don't really think having a shit sex life is anything to brag about, y/n," Eddie snips at you. 

"I'm not bragging, it's the whole point of the game to get people to drink, stupid," you shoot back, starting to regret revealing that level of personal information to him. 

"Well maybe if you weren't so busy faking your orgasms you'd actually chill out for long enough to actually have one," he hurls back, the thick tension settling between the two of you.

"Jesus, Eddie, mind your own fucking business," you feel blood rushing to your face and your jaw tenses up. 

"You were the one who brought it up, sweetheart," you hated how calm his voice still was, raising his hands up in fake defense, "never have I ever NOT made my partner come."

"Oh fuck off," your voice was seething, "you can't say that. There's, like, no definitive way to prove that's even true!"

"No, I'm pretty sure I know it's true," he was so fucking smug and it annoyed you to no end.  

"OKAY," Steve breaks the awkward silence that had settled around the rest of the group, "I want to play cards, what do we think? Cards? Anyone?"

'Yeah, whatever,'' you felt bad if you had accidentally ruined the fun everyone was having, but it wasn't your fault Eddie decided to be such a dick about it. You help Steve shuffle the cards and start dealing, letting the heated energy dissipate around you as you wiggled your way back into normal conversation with everyone.

Several rounds of cards and a few drinks later the night took hold of the group and sent Nancy off to bed, Robin off to search for some advil that she knew she'd be grateful for in the morning, and Steve mostly asleep slumped in his chair at the table. You gently shook him awake and he grumbled a thank you and a goodnight as he dragged his body down the hall to his bed. This left you and Eddie with a half decent mess between the drinks, the aftermath of dinner, and the cards. He had started to gather the cards back into their deck while you debated on taking care of the dishes or putting it off until morning, ultimately deciding that tomorrow-you would be very thankful if tonight-you sucked it up and just cleaned up now. 

"I got the rest," you start picking up everyones mostly empty cups and moving into the kitchen to tackle the mountain of dishes. Jeez Steve, how many pots does it take to boil pasta for five people? "Night, see you tomorrow," you say without turning back to look at Eddie. 

He came up next to you and grabbed the dry towel off the counter, taking the soapy cup from your hand and wiping it away before stacking it on a clear part of the countertop. 

"You wash, I'll dry, yeah?" he's already moved onto the next plate you had sponged down.

"It's really fine Eddie, I've got it," you appreciate the sentiment, but didn't like feeling so cramped standing with him in the small kitchen. 

"I have manners, you know," he makes a harsh gesture to the dishes, urging you to get on with washing, which you do, "plus I'm not gonna let you take all the credit for cleaning up after everyone, you aren't anyone's mother or maid here." 

You weren't really sure how to take that, but decided to ignore it as you continued to scrub away, silently handing him the dripping dishes as you finished cleaning them. 

"I know you don't really care for me," you start, feeling the need to fill the awkward silence between you, "but can we please not make Steve and them regret inviting us both? Like, I know you're capable of being civil. I just really don't want to spend this whole trip walking on eggshells worrying that we're ruining the fun. So, this is me apologizing for anything I do this upcoming week that pisses you off for whatever reason, just know I didn't do it on purpose, and it's not worth freaking out over. I'm just trying to have a good time here, that's all."  

You really couldn't tell if you felt relieved or more anxious after saying all that to him. You meant it. You really didn't want to drag any unnecessarily tense baggage around with you while everyone was just trying to enjoy their trip. You wanted him to know this, at least to feel like the blame was off your back if he was a dick to you, at least you tried to clear the air on night one. 

"What? Still got your panties in a bunch over that game?" you didn't have to look over at him to hear the smirk in his voice, "Because I remember you were the one getting all in a huff about it."

"This is exactly what I'm talking about," you turn over sharply to look at him, "please just stop being such an asshole to me."

"Learn to take a joke, sweetheart," he had been drying the same mug for a little too long now, "that stick up your ass is probably the reason you can't reach the big O."

"Please, for the love of god, fuck off," you tried to not raise your voice too much given everyone's sleeping state, "What do you want me to say? Hmmm? 'Oh Eddie, I'm so jealous of all those girls you make come with your magical guitar fingers, oooooooooh, please pick me'." You roll your eyes and prepare to storm off to bed when his whole posture shifts in front of you. 

"Magical guitar fingers? Hmmm?" he's really making you regret saying that, even sarcastically, you start putting the rags away, wanting to just finish up the dishes and get the fuck out of the kitchen. "You said it babe, not me."

"You're so insufferable," you bring your fingers to your temple, Eddie Muson manifesting as a special form of personal headache.

"This is exactly what I'm saying," he mockingly gestures to you, "you're the one always getting so worked up over nothing, I'm as cool as a cucumber, I think the problem might be you."

"Is everything a fucking joke to you? Can you really not be serious for three fucking seconds while I try to be straight with you about us getting along on this trip?" Your grip on the dish towel tightening. 

"Me? Joking? About something so serious and romantic as having precious y/n her first orgasm with my 'magical guitar fingers' that she so obviously fantasizes about? I would never." He clasps his hands across his chest, always the fucking jester. 

In a moment of white hot rage, and wanting to put him in his place, and only a tiny fraction fueled by your physical attraction to him, as much as you've tried to fight that off, you march the three steps in between the two of you and grab his wrist in your hand, holding his hand up in between the two of you.

'Fine, do it then," you maintain harsh eye contact with him, your faces only a few inches apart, "you won't. Better yet, I don't even think you could." 

For the first time, you felt as if you had the upper hand, you had never rendered him speechless before. He always had some snippy comeback to everything you said, at a rapid fire pace that was honestly impressive given how subtly clever his remarks were. 

"You wanna bet?" He cocks his head at you, trailing behind just a beat slower than he normally would. 

You just raise your eyebrows and glance down at his hand, still in your grasp, lips pursed and voice secretly caught in your throat. 

"You just say the word," he starts, voice slightly softening, "and I bet you that I can make you come using just this hand- scratch that, just these three fingers," he lowers his pointer and pinky, leaving his middle two and thumb sticking up, "in less than five minutes right here in this goddamn kitchen."

"Yeah, for what?" were you seriously considering this? Why were your thighs clenching together? 

"I make you come, and not only do I get to live in your memory forever as the first idiot who had the sense to make you finish, but you're gonna be so sweet to me the rest of the trip. Make my drinks, fetch my lighter, roll all my joints with those cute little dexterous fingers of yours, be nothing but pleasant and lovely without the slightest hint of attitude." His words made you fume, but you were also inexplicably turned on, his breath fanning across your face as he spoke sending tingles down your spine. 

"And when you can't, what then?" you tried to match his level of composure, but the gleam in his eye told you that he saw straight through your facade. 

"If-" he starts, "you manage to hold out on me and I can't get that pretty pussy of yours to gush all over my super magical talented guitar fingers, I'll leave you alone for the rest of the trip. We never bring it up again, or you can tease me about it for the rest of our lives, totally up to you. But I'll be so civil and polite you'll hardly recognize me the rest of this trip."

You let your grasp fall from his wrist, holding your unsteady hand out to him to shake, "Deal." 

He truly thought you were bluffing up until this point. When you had first met he had been impressed with how sharp you were, how you managed to meet his level of sarcasm so easily. At least he thought you had been sarcastic, after a few fumbled interactions he got the vibe that you weren't joking around with him in the jabby-playful way he was. If he was honest wit himself, he knew he sort of used this as a defense mechanism when meeting new people. Put up the walls and if they didn't like him, that was just fine.

The tension in the air was as thick as it had ever been between the two of you. You refused to break eye contact, refused to let him win. As much as you'd like to think this would be an easy way to put an end to his snarky attitude, there was no denying that a large part of you was excited, if not intrigued at the prospect of him touching you like that. Eddie was hot, you had never denied that. But the butterflies in your stomach and slight buckle of your knees indicated a little bit more than surface level attraction. 

Breaking the handshake he takes a few purposeful steps forward, backing you against the nearest counter. He places a hand on either side of your body, caging you in, leaning his head down to speak directly into your ear, voice low and raspy. 

"We doing this, babe? You say the word and I'll let it go now, but otherwise I'm gonna need you to unbutton those cute jeans for me."

There was no way in hell you were turning back at this point. You try to give him your best 'fuck you' expression and say, "Can't even unbutton my pants, how the hell are you gonna make me come?" Regardless, you follow his request and unbutton your pants, and better yet, slip them down your legs to let them pool at your feet.

You were still locked in between his arms against the counter, closer than you had ever been to him. As your pants hit the floor, you notice his gaze flicker down to get a look at you, then quickly back up to your face. All the while he had shifted over slightly, arm now fiddling with a dial on the stovetop. He was setting a timer, cocky bastard. He adjusts the stovetop cook timer to five minutes and casually hits the enter button, as if he had nothing to prove, as if the few extra seconds meant nothing to him. 

He brings his attention back to you, knowing you were fully aware of the timer he had just set. Rather than plunging his hand straight into your already dampening underwear, his first move was surprisingly to bend down slightly and cup the backside of your knee, lifting one foot out of the pant leg that was scrunched around your ankles. From the crook of your knee, his hand slowly moved up your thigh, giving it a squeeze, acting as if he wasn't on any sort of time constraint. As promised, once he reaches your underwear he only uses one of the three promised fingers, running the tip of his middle digit along the top elastic of your panties, quirking an eyebrow, looking at you for one last assurance of consent before the two of you crossed the line. You give him a curt nod, knowing what his questioning glance meant, and with that he dips his hand into your simple cotton underwear. 

Once again, you almost expected him to just shove his fingers inside of you and get on with it, but he took several long moments to run his middle two fingers up and down your slit, never entering your hole, but collecting some of your wetness and dragging it up to massage the hood of your clit gently. You wouldn't have been surprised if the oven timer went off at any given moment. It felt like he had been touching you for far longer than five minutes, despite only forty seconds having been passed. He continued to gently roll your clit between his fingers, placing one on either side of your bud and just letting them slowly massage it back and forth. 

You were slowly losing control of your composure. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of any sort of reaction, but a shallow gasp that you were sure he noticed escaped you. You mentally prepared yourself for a comment from him, a chuckle or signature smirk. Eddie never shut the fuck up, you wouldn't have been surprised if that was true in the bedroom too, or in this case, the kitchen. What did surprise you was the breathy "Good girl, that's it" he mumbled into the side of your face as he increased the pressure of his fingers ever so slightly, "just like that, relax for me, doing so well."

Fuck. 

Your body responded to his words before your mind could make the conscious decision to, and you melted back into the countertop slightly with an exhale. His foot wedged in between your legs slowly slid them open a bit more, letting his ripped denim clad leg settle in between yours, his hand sinking a bit lower and slowly entering you with just his middle finger. The hand that wasn't occupied with your pussy gently came down to toy with the band of your still-on underwear, gently tugging them down as he managed to slip his second finger into you. 

"That's it," he began to curl them ever so slightly, allowing you to adjust to the feeling of him, "your pussy's so pretty, so good, sucking my fingers right in." 

His two middle fingers were sunk all the way into you, and he was moving them in a way that had you involuntarily drop your jaw and let shallow whimpers out with every roll and thrust. This was entirely different than anything you had ever experienced before. Up until now, 'getting fingered' for you was an annoyingly uncomfortably forplay where your partner would shove a hand in and out too fast just to make sure you were wet enough to proceed with the act. Eddie wasn't even bringing his fingers out of you, he settled them in and wiggled them around until he noticed your breath catch, and just let them push into this spot that you didn't know you had. Your own fingers never could reach that deep and his were filling you perfectly, thumb toying with your clit, not too hard, but just enough to add to the sensation. Damn, he was good at this.

When his fingers finally hit that new spot inside you your body reacted with a subtle roll forward of your hips and your head fell back to rest against the cabinets, eyes fluttering shut on their own accord. "Mmm, there it is," his voice was still gentle against your ear as he continued to make you gasp and squirm, "anyone ever find this pretty little spot inside you before?" He let his fingers slide all the way out of you, spreading some wetness from your hole up to your clit with a few circular motions before sinking back down inside you. 

You were biting the inside of your lip, no longer trying to hide your reactions from him, but trying to keep them quiet enough to not wake anyone in the cabin up. You wouldn't dare answer his questions out loud in your state, but you give him a quick shake of your head to indicate that, no, no one had ever touched you quite like this before. 

"Such a fucking shame," he increased the pressure on your clit, not increasing speed at all, but just curling his fingers a little harder, swirling his thumb a bit more deliberately, "bet you'd make such gorgeous noises for me too, can't have anyone wake up and find us like this though, yeah? Those pretty little whimpers are for me only."

Why were his words doing more to you than his hands? Not that you had any complaints about the care and attention he was giving your center, but his face pressed so close to you, letting out sweeter words than you had ever heard from him, that was what was making your walls tighten around his two fingers. Your mind had completely slipped away from the timer, no longer questioning whether you had three seconds or three minutes left, all you could do was feel. 

There was a soft squelching coming from where his hand made contact with your pussy, wetness coating his fingers and spreading to your thighs with each of his shallow thrusts. While you would typically feel a little embarassed, hearing your own arousal only turned you on more, that along with Eddie's soft "mmmm, that's it" and "good fucking girl." 

You were starting to feel it, that familiar tightening. Familiar, but so different from when you got yourself there. It was the difference of jumping into water versus being pushed in. When you jump in yourself, you have time to build up the courage and the cold water is less of a surprise and more of an inevitability. This was as if someone had thrown you over their shoulder and could fling you in at any moment, entirely out of your control. You feel your head start to spin, your walls start to tighten. 

Before you could let the tightening band in your lower half snap, any thought of purposely holding back and trying to not come for the sake of the bet was far gone, he takes his unoccupied hand and harshly tugs on your chin. Your head had started to roll back, pressing against the cabinets for support, eyes fluttering shut as you almost reached your peak. You were jolted back to reality as he cups your jaw and forces your head to stay upright. 

"Eyes open," your impending orgasm teetering right on the edge, you would do anything he said in this moment, "you're going to keep your eyes open and look at me while I make you come." His words with a few more expert swipes of his thumb against your throbbing clit had you gasping for air. It was truly unlike any orgasm you had ever experienced. 

You tried your best to follow his directions, keeping your eyes as open as you could, maintaining eye contact with him through your high as your mouth dropped open and your moans caught in your throat, silently shaking and thriving as the tension in your body eased out in waves of pleasure. His gaze burned into you, fingers keeping such a steady and consistent pace as you rode out your peak. Mumbled phrases escaped him and only made your orgasm last that much longer. Why the fuck was Eddie Munson calling you "pretty girl" making your legs shake? This shouldn't be happening. That had never been a turn on before, none the less coming from a man you typically found insufferable. 

With the last pulse of your walls you found yourself acting on pure adrenaline, you completely blame the endorphins for your next action. His hand was still firmly planted on the side of your head and your thoughts were spinning so fast, you had to ground yourself, and your body decided that lurching forward and kissing Eddie was how you were going to do that. Fingers still slowly rolling inside of you, thumb now coming to rest on your overstimulated clit, he was taken aback by your action, but leaned into the kiss and swiped his wet tongue through your bitten swollen lips as you melted into him. As soon as you felt fully entangled in him, completely consumed by his hands, mouth, scraggly hair, all of him. You jerked back, quickly apologizing, "Fuck, uh, sorry, I-" 

He slowly drags his hand out of your drenched thighs as you try to find words, bringing his two fingers up between his lips to suck them clean. You wanted to moan out at the sight but were still scrambling to figure out what the fuck just happened. He casually leans over and pauses the oven timer with a beep.

"Hey, 4:20, nice!" you roll your eyes at his immature comment, "we have forty more seconds on the clock, wanna go again?" he jokes. 

You were so far beyond caring about this bet, you had way bigger issues to tackle than having to wait hand and foot on Eddie for the rest of this trip. You awkwardly pull up your wet panties and readjust your pants around your legs, not sure what to do or say. 

"Was that good? Better than when you do it yourself?" he asks, sarcasm indetectable in his voice but you were sure it had to be there.

"Do you actually care to know or do you just want to hear me say it? Fine Eddie, you win. You have magical sex fingers and made me come in like three minutes, congratulations. It was great, the best orgasm of my life. You were right, you told me so." 

"Well that's great to hear and all but I wasn't looking for an ego boost or anything, babe," his tone was lighthearted and you weren't expecting it, "I just know it's like wayyyy different for me when its my hand versus another person, not to mention the difference between all the holes and whatnot."

"Gross!" you laugh and scrunch up your nose, not noticing how he was pouring you a glass of water. 

"I'm just saying!" He holds his hands up defensively as he silently hands the cup to you, "I've never experienced a female orgasm so I just wanted to know if it was any different than when you use the showerhead."

"Oh my god I-" you start, in between gulps of water.

"Oh, don't even start," he cuts you off, "we both know that all girls do that, don't try and be all shy with me now babe, I know what your 'oh' face looks like."

You feel a heat rise to your cheeks and you bury your gaze down into your almost empty glass of water. "Yeah Eddie, it was different and it was better. Your fingers rank higher than the jet setting of my shower head, do you want a trophy?" This sort of banter usually had a sharper edge to it between you, but there was a new softness and humor to the way you communicated. Maybe he was just being nice because he felt bad for you, because you were so desperate that you came from three fingers on a kitchen counter in less time than most top forty radio hits. 

"I'm glad it was good for you," he says, almost sincerely, "night sweetheart." With that he turned around and exited the kitchen, keeping his composure all the way down the hall until he could burst into his room, rid himself of his clothes, and pull his cock at the thought of how you felt wrapped around his fingers, the little whimpers and noises you made, how you looked right at him as you came, how you kissed him afterwards. 

You were left somewhat dumbfounded, standing in the middle of the kitchen with an empty cup in your hands, looking around as if something else was going to happen. You weren’t expecting him to invite you back to his bed for a cuddle or anything like that, but you had just experienced the most earth shattering orgasm of your life followed up by some joking conversation and a friendly cup of water? It just didn't feel right. Then again, who the fuck has their first orgasm from someone else while being timed. 

You didn't regret it though. You actually felt a sense of relief. While you were pretty aware that your past sexual partners had been a bit selfish or underwhelming, a part of you had always wondered if that part of you was broken. If there was a part of your brain that would never let you reach that vulnerable state at the hands of someone else. That you would only ever trust yourself to let go and feel that kind of pleasure. Nope. Not broken. Definitely not broken. 

You feel like you're in a trance as you walk back to your room, shower, slip into pajamas and drift off to sleep. You started to wonder how the energy would be between you and Eddie in the morning, but as soon as you gave it any thought your brain decided it was time to shut down. You'd deal with it when it happened. 

Your head still felt cloudy the next morning, processing the sexual high and confusing social situation you now found yourself in. You knew one thing for sure, you'd never be able to look at Eddie again without thinking about last night. Suddenly the thought of him playing guitar, shuffling a deck of cards, smoking a joint, all felt inherently sexual to you despite never having that connotation before. You were fucked. 

What's even worse is when you tried to rub one out in the shower to ease some of your nerves before going downstairs for coffee all you could think of was comparing how your hand felt to Eddie's. It's like he put a stupid curse on you, that all your orgasms would now feel half hearted. It's like you were hungry and were served a peanut butter and jelly sandwich when you could smell a chef preparing a five star meal in the room over. Sure, a PB&J is fine, but now that you've had fine dining it just didn't quite cut it. On top of that your newly corrupted brain couldn't help but theorize about what else Eddie was capable of. He made you come in basically four minutes with three fingers. As soon as you let your mind wander you pull yourself out of it, make the shower as cold as your body can stand, and gear up to face the music, or at least put on an awkward front in front of all of your friends. 

You were the first person in the kitchen, but you heard a fair amount of shuffling going on around the creaky cabin so you suspect your friends will be down soon. You take it upon yourself to put on a full pot of coffee and survey the pantry for breakfast options. 

"Morning, y/n," Steve greets you passively, eyes clearly set on the coffee that's almost done brewing. 

"Oh wow, did you do the dishes last night?" Nancy inquires, her and Robin taking their places at the table while everyone waits for the coffee to finish. 

"Oh yeah, it was nothing. Eddie and I did it, only took like five minutes," you wince at yourself.

"Were the two of you up real late?" Steve questions, "I tried to get him up a minute ago but he was knocked out." 

"Oh," you start, relying on pouring coffee to everyone as an excuse to not make any eye contact, "I'm not really sure, we were only really up for like ten, twenty minutes after you all went to bed. Maybe he stayed up late in his room." None of it was a lie. 

"Whatever, let him sleep this beautiful day away," Steve's whole demeanor changed after a single sip of caffeine, "I say we go down to the dock and check out that canoe, maybe have lunch on the dock? Could be nice." 

A murmur of agreement among the group settled the plans for the day, relaxing by the lake, doing exactly what you had intended this trip to be about. You all scarfed down quick breakfast and coffee and separated to change into swimwear. You hated that you thought of Eddie as you picked out your swimsuit. Did he even see you like that? When he called you pretty last night, was that all part of an act to win some stupid bet? You'd be better off assuming so, you decide, you don't want to get wrapped up in your own thoughts about how he thinks of you only to be totally wrong. But you secretly did hope that he'd check you out at least once.

You sprawled out on a big towel on the rickety dock, letting Robin, Nance, and Steve figure out the canoe. It didn't look like it could comfortably for more than two, and three was pushing it, so you decided to sit this one out considering the lake water looked a little murky. You set yourself up comfortably with a glass of lemonade and a book you were halfway through, letting the sun sink into your skin and illuminate the pages as you squinted at the words through the sunshine. You could hear their friendly bickering off in the distance, their canoe now a tiny speck off on the horizon of the lake. You could occasionally hear Robin shriek as Steve threatened to tip them all over. 

You felt the dock creek behind you before he said anything, not bothering to turn around from your comfortable position, knowing it couldn't be anyone but Eddie. He made his way down to your towel, inviting himself to plop down next to you and dip his toes into the lake below. He was only in his boxers and a ratty tshirt, a mostly full cup of black coffee sloshing around in the mug he held.

He made you nervous, not sure what the energy would be like between the two of you now. You almost felt worried that nothing would have changed at all. You ignored the buzzing in your abdomen and kept your eyes on your book as he kicked up the lakewater and sipped his coffee next to you, seeming comfortable in your mutual silence. 

“Reading anything good?” you knew he’d be the one to break the silence, ever the chatty Cathy. You were surprised at the genuine question rather than a smart remark or joke at your expense. 

You told him what you thought of your current read, filling him in a bit on the general plot. Part of you decided that you no longer had the right to give him the edge you usually did. He had won the upper hand fair and square and you were willing to accept that. You could play nice, play by his rules. 

You felt like your conversation was going well, or well enough. He asked to see your book, which you willfully handed over. You’d regret doing that. He dog-eared the page you were on and quickly set your book off to the back of the deck before moving at lightning speed and scooping you up and hurling you through the air and into the lake water. What the actual fuck was his problem. 

Before you could even register the cold lake water you emerge from your splash and gasp for air. You don’t even have a moment to find where the dock is to cuss him out before you see his cannonballed form fly above you and crash into the lake next to you. His shirt and coffee were abandoned with your book and he emerged from the water with that stupid goofy smile. 

That stupid goofy smile that made you less mad that he had thrown you in the lake. What was wrong with you? You should be pissed. Why did his annoying antics suddenly make you feel giggly? You knew exactly why, but wouldn't allow yourself to think about it for longer than a moment. 

“Eddie you bitch!” you splash him as soon as you can locate him and that stupid smile. You couldn’t help but smile too. He knew you wouldn’t stay mad. The two of you play-wrestle for a moment, splashing each other and taking turns pushing the other under the lake’s surface.

“I was reading,” you continue to protest. 

“And now you’re swimming!” He splashes you again, “We’re on a lake trip, y/n, not a library trip.”

You debated swimming out to where the canoe was, but mutually decided that sounded like too much work. Instead you took turns jumping off the dock and diving down to the bottom of the lake for rocks and other random junk. Eddie even found an old boat anchor. 

Once the other three came in from their canoe adventure you all ate packed sandwiches for lunch in the sunshine on the dock. You couldn’t help but take in the moment, knowing you'd be nostalgic for it in the future. You were surrounded by some of your best friends without a care in the world, only focused on pb&j sandwiches and who was going to make the fire later. 

After a backyard bonfire and several failed attempts at roasting hot dogs on sticks you all started to slow down and let the day in the sun take you to bed. You showered the feeling of lakewater off your skin and out of your hair with lots of soap and as hot of water as the cabin would allow. You thought you’d cozy up in bed and read some more of your book, or even crash right to sleep, but a nagging feeling kept pulling at you. 

As sleepy as you wanted to be, and as interesting as your book was, your mind couldn’t pull itself away from the idea of what Eddie was doing down the hall. It was late enough that the others were probably asleep, you probably should be too. After rereading the same sentence four times you decided to abandon your book and just follow your curiosities. 

Before your better judgment could stop you, you lightly knocked at Eddie’s door and cracked it open. You peek around the sturdy wooden door to see him propped up on the headboard, shirtless with a giant book in his lap. His lean chest and arms were littered with random tattoos, nothing you hadn't seen before swimming or when he wore those unbuttoned and ripped up shirts that he often did, but this time you couldn't help but stare at them. 

“Sure just come right in,” he comments with a joking tone as you peek around the corner of his door. 

“Sorry, sorry,” you half whisper through gritted teeth, “I just-” 

You didn’t know how to finish that statement. You just what? Were curious about what he was doing? Wanted to see him? Wanted to know what he would say if you came to his room?

To your surprise he shifts to the side of his bed and opens a space next to him, lifting the sheet that covers his lower half and patting the space next to him. Your eyes widened in surprise a bit before you moved a bit too enthusiastically across the room and settled onto the mattress next to him. 

“Hope I’m not bothering you,” you start, genuinely feeling bad if you were intruding. 

“You? Not at all. I’ve only read The Lord of the Rings eighty times or so,” he turns over the enormous book in his lap. 

“Wow, I didn’t know you could read,” you immediately felt bad, but knew your tone was joking enough to be permissible. 

“Very funny,” he sets the book on his nightside table, turning his attention to you. You suddenly felt a spotlight on you, a sudden stage to explain the reason you showed up in his room. Truthfully you didn’t have one. Or, you didn’t have the words to tell him why. 

“I-” you start, noticing how small your voice sounded, “I wanted to say I’m sorry.”

“Is that so?” He looked genuinely surprised. 

“Yeah, I just-” you still don’t know where you’re going with this, “I just wanted to apologize if I ever gave you the impression that I didn’t like you. I know we kind of go back and forth a lot, but I never really meant to make you feel like I dislike being around you. I just want to start over with you, if that’s okay?”

“Is this because you know all the rumors about my magic guitar fingers are true,” he smirked and leaned his head into yours, an action that would typically make your blood boil that you now found endearing. 

“No- well yes- but no,” you couldn’t help but be flustered, finding yourself fidgeting with the hem of his sheet that you had tucked your feet under, knees pushed up against your chest, “I just thought that things were going to be really awkward between us today, or that you were going to be a huge asshole to me. But I just realized that maybe I hadn’t been fair to you, and maybe you weren’t fair to me either, so it would be nice to start over?”

“Do you want to start over right now, or do you want to start over, including last night?” He already knew that even if the two of you ‘started over’ neither of you could forget, or even pretend to forget what had transpired in the kitchen. You let out a sigh. You were thinking the same thing.

“Up to yout,” you look up at him through your lashes, “I’ll leave and never bring it up again, but I can't pretend like I haven’t been thinking about it since it happened.”

“Is that so?” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Shut up, you know it is,” you bump his shoulder with yours. 

“Is it because you touched yourself and realized it didn’t feel the same?” his voice grew deeper, and you could feel his gaze pressing into the side of your face, “or because you imagined it was my fingers between those pretty legs of yours.”

You couldn’t help your head from falling back against his headboard and eyes to find solace in the ceiling before gathering the courage to answer him. His face was already inches from your neck, all you needed to do was close the gap, but a part of you was still worried. 

You look tentatively into his eyes, big and brown and drawing you in, but you don't let yourself lean in all the way. You had initiated the first kiss between you two last night in the kitchen and had been shaken with worry that you had crossed a line. You didn't want to embarrass yourself again, so you held back. What if he thought that was too intimate? You hoped he didn't. Even though it had left you tense and anxious, kissing him was just as memorable as the orgasm he had given you. You remembered how his mouth tasted, how he slipped his tongue past your lips immediately, how you didn't have to think about anything other than how he was making you feel. 

Eddie, on the other hand, knew exactly what you were thinking. He knew that he'd left you a bit high and dry last night. If he was being honest, he wanted to stay in that kitchen and kiss you over and over, offering to take you to bed, his bed. He left for two reasons: he wanted to maintain whatever aura of mystery and intrigue he had garnered by making you feel so good, the tensions were high and it felt right to keep the game up, Eddie enjoyed the cat and mouse, back and forth that the two of you had, and this had taken it to an incredibly fun and elevated state, and he had to leave to release his cock from the confines of his pants. If he was going to fuck you, he was going to fuck you right, and if you had stayed in that kitchen any longer he would have either busted in his pants or promptly three seconds after you made any sort of move on him.

He knew you were nervous. That you found him hard to read and unpredictable. That's probably why the two of you never really got along, and he knew it. He knew that the orgasm he gave you was the most pleasure you had ever felt, and that you hadn't stopped thinking about it for a moment since. It was written all over your face. He couldn't blame you. If he had never had the pleasure of climaxing during sex or at the hands of another person he surely would be in a spell over it too. He knew you needed to be taken care of, and that he had proved himself to be trustworthy of doing so. 

While you were caught in your own head debating whether Eddie would kiss you or not, it only takes him a split second to crane his neck around to meet your face and catch your lips in a kiss backed by purpose and intent. He knew how to read your body language. Eddie grew up worrying what everyone around him was thinking of him, or what they were planning to do to him/ He knew how to tell when someone was angry or upset or disgusted. An arch of an eyebrow or a twitch of a hand could mean the smallest things, things that always came back to bite Eddie. He also could tell that your breath was caught in your throat and you were overthinking still, he knew to let the kiss linger for a moment and let you find your footing before deepening it.

The moment he feels your shoulders relax a bit and your head lean ever so slightly into his, he cups the sides of your neck with his hands. Those hands. Littered with tiny stick and poke tattoos and those clunky metal rings. Who the fuck wears jewelry to bed? You had taken note of how his rings had felt shoved down the front of your underwear the night prior, and now you relished in how the distinct metal felt against the soft skin under your jaw. 

Last night you kissed him in the heat of the moment. Now he was kissing you. Really kissing you. Tugging on your bottom lip and running his tongue across yours until your stomach felt like you were on the dip of a roller coaster. Kissing you until you were breathless and your cheeks began to run hot, until you couldn't tell whose tongue was whose, or could hardly remember where you were or what time it was. You would have traded every sexual experience you'd had for what he did to you in the kitchen last night, and you'd trade every kiss up until now for the one you found yourself in. 

His hands were in your hair, and his lips moved from yours, now wet and pouty, down to your neck. He kissed, licked, nipped, sucked against your skin, gently tugging your hair in the direction he wanted to open your neck up for him. When his bottom teeth dragged across a particular spot in between your jaw and ear a soft moan escaped your lips. You immediately sucked in a sharp breath.

"MmmHmmm," he mumbles into you, still attacking that spot that had elicited the noise, "let me hear you."

You let out a groan and moved to straighten your neck, wanting his mouth on yours again. The hand in your hair kapt you exactly where he wanted though, now using a touch more force. 

"You wanna know a secret?" the hand not in your hair ran up and down your rib cage underneath your shirt, trailing from the band of your pants up to the underside of your breast and then gently back down, "Do you know what you do to me?"

"Mmmm, no what?" you could hardly recognize your own voice, now pitched up and airy. 

"Those pretty noises you made for me, and the thought of you wrapped around my fingers has been driving me crazy all day, y/n. Do you know what I thought about while I jerked off last night? Those moans, and that pretty cunt you have, and the gorgeous face you made when I got you there. It's all I can see when I look at you now. It made me come so fucking hard last night and it's gonna take a lot of time and illegal substances to make me forget it." 

You wiggled your hips up into his touch, wanting him to move faster but knowing he was going to take everything at his pace whether you liked it or not. "Fuck Eddie," he sucked on your earlobe and continued to bite against your soft skin, "you think I'm pretty?" You sounded fucking pathetic, you wouldn't have caught yourself dead asking any boy that, let alone Eddie before tonight. 

"Pretty? I think those little moans you make are pretty. And that cunt you have, prettiest I've ever seen. That little bikini you had on today, that was pretty too. You wear that for me?"

"Maybe," you gasp out as his hand dared to venture lower, still over your pajama pants but dipping up and down where he knew your wet slit was. 

"Sure, lots of things about you are plenty pretty, but fuck," he loved how responsive you were, already rolling your hips against his hand despite the layers of fabric preventing you from getting what you really wanted, "You? you really are somethin' else." 

He could tell you were tired of his teasing, so in between kisses he tugs your shirt up and lets you pull it over your head. He presses your warm skin against his, using all his strength to stay in the moment and feel how nice your tits feel squished up against him, rather than immediately ravish you. He'll get to that, he knows you deserve his patience. 

“Just-” you gathered your thoughts, “tell me you want me too, that this isn’t some sort of power trip or pity fuck. I don’t want it if this is some game to you.”

His heart sank a bit at your inquiry, worried that you thought of last night as some sort of power trip for him, although that was what the two of you had framed it as, a power play. He knew there was something deeper and hoped you had felt that too.

“Of course I want you. As much as it was nice to put you in your place, you brat, I didn't make you come to prove anything. I made you come because I wanted to.” 

“Will you do it again?” your voice was barely a wiper, your neck craning around to meet his intense gaze. 

“Again with my fingers,” he shifted so you were now slumped beneath him, his leg slotting comfortably between yours and his hands coming to cup your cheeks, shoulders angled above yours and hair creating a perfect curtain around your faces, “and my tongue, and my cock,” he leaned down to kiss you, “and all the other ways you’ll let me show you.”

You were a mess. A puddle of arousal and swarming thoughts of nothing but Eddie. Your hands flew up to tangle themselves in his beautiful curls, massaging the nape of his strong neck. The most passionate and enthusiastic kiss you had ever participated in. You were on fire for him. Any former doubt or worry that the actions of last night had on you dissipated into the air along with the breathy moans you couldn’t help but let out in between kisses and touches. 

His knee pushed your thighs apart and you willingly splayed yourself out like a ragdoll for him to move and manipulate under him however he pleased. Before you could focus on his hands dipping into your underwear, he bit at your lower lip and pulled back, causing you to crane your neck and chase after his lips as he moved away. You were about to pout about the loss of contact, but his fingers dipping through your wet folds were plenty distracting. He sits back a bit to focus on pulling down your pants and underwear while still stroking you with his opposite hand.

You were too busy squirming under him, both from his slow methodical fingers against your cunt and a half hearted attempt to kick off your garments that were now pushed around your knees to notice his unwavering gaze that raked over your newly exposed body. His resolve was about to break, along with the dam that held back his desire and excitement to feel every inch of you, to make you feel good, to be the first person to make you feel good. He had always thought you were gorgeous, but picking fights is a lot easier than trying to flirt so he settled for riling you up the only way he thought he could. 

He swats backwards to assist you in removing your final articles of clothing which are caught on your ankles, and as he leans back forward into you he sinks two thick fingers into you with a smirk on his face. It was a sudden stretch, but you'd be lying if you said you weren’t wet enough for him to slip in without any resistance. Your eyes want to squeeze shut, but you can't help but keep your sight locked on the shit eating grin that spreads across Eddie's face. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. He had made you fall apart in just over four minutes last night, and now he was going to take his time and have his fun with you. How could he not? You were so responsive to him, whimpering and writhing with every small movement, muscles tensing and your perfect lips parting open every time he curled his fingers upwards or brushed your clit with his palm. 

He swoops down to give your tits some attention, and you let yourself tangle your fingers into his unruly curls. Between licks and nips he mumbles into your skin, "so fuckin' perfect" and  "doing so good for me." He can feel your walls squeezing his fingers, soaking his palm, so he slows his roll a bit, wanting to draw you out a bit longer. You wanted to pull him up for a kiss, but he was deeply concentrating on sucking the perfect purple hickey to the underside of your breast. You could have sworn you heard "mine" come out of his mouth in between sucks and heavy breathing, but you couldn't be sure. 

Once he released your skin with a wet pop, you tugged at his hair to beg for a kiss. Eddie liked you all whiney and desperate for him though, so he just lets you tug on his hair as hard a you want as he continues moving down your body, teeth dragging across your ribcage, his hot flat tongue licking a stripe across your hip bone just before blowing a stream of cool air across the new wet trail. All the while his fingers slowly rolled inside of you, making this delicious wiggling motion that had you feeling full and seeing stars. 

He pulls his fingers out of you, taking a mental picture of how hot it was that your slick had soaked him down to his rings. Before you can sit up with any sort of protest, he cups his hands on the backs of your thighs and pushes forward to effectively fold you in half. Your head perks up, about to inform him that he is wildly overestimating your flexibility, he cuts you off. 

"Just lay back," his hands run up and down from your inner knees down to your ass and back up, "lay back and let me make you feel good, you can do that for me, yeah?"

"Yeah okay," you breathe out as he places a tender kiss to the part of your thigh just under your bent knee, a part of you that had never had any sexual connotation before, and now the feeling of his lips were permanently seared into the skin there. 

The last thing you caught sight of before your eyes rolled into the back of your head was Eddie spitting straight onto your pussy, not that it wasn't wet enough already, and immediately going in to lick a fat stripe up the middle of your center. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he repeated the action, his grip on the meat of your thighs tightening and leaving fingerprint sized indents. He attached his lips to your clit and rolled it against his tongue in a way that you had never experienced. 

Sure, you'd been on the receiving end of head before, but not like this. It had always been a 'hey, I just need to make sure your pussy is wet enough for my dick' sort of situation and never a 'it would be my pleasure to die here in between your thighs' situation. The moans that escaped you were shaky and broken, unlike the noises coming from between your legs, a sinful combination of wet slurping and Eddie deeply moaning and humming approval into you as he ate you out. 

Your legs began to shake, partially from your growing orgasm, and partly from this advanced yoga position Eddie had you in. He slid a hand down from the juncture of your leg to toy with the pooling wetness at your hole. You let your wobbly hand replace his holding your knee back for him, keeping you spread open and on display as he stuffed two fingers into you, continuing to suck on your clit. 

"Ohmyfuckinggod," your words slurred together in a high pitched moan, "Eddie- Eddie, fuck." You were no longer in control of the noises coming out of your mouth, a barely coherent slew of Eddie's name, 'fuck's' and 'please.'

He groaned into your cunt, picking up the pace and curling his fingers into you just like he had the night before, this time with the added pleasure of his mouth devouring you. You were not long for this world. 

'You're gonna make me come," you warned him, your voice sounding on the verge of a sob, "feels so fucking good, Eddie, please."

Your eyes screwed shut and legs fell from their pushed back position to clamp around his head as your orgasm took over you. Crashing waves of pleasure that were pulling you out like a riptide. All you can feel is the release, hardly noticing your shaking legs or broken moans. Eddie moves up to catch your lips in a deep, wet kiss, slowing his hand as you ride out the end of your orgasm, still quivering around him. 

You were severely out of breath, but refused to break the kiss. His slick, swollen lips swallowed your moans and anchored you, bringing you back down to earth. 

"Mmmmm," he hums into the kiss, "you need to quiet down, unless you're tryina get me in trouble," he whispers into your lips, dipping down for another soft kiss as you regain your composure. 

"Fuck, sorry," you pant out. 

"Don't apologize to me," he slowly pulls his hand from your center and you wince slightly, "if it were just the two of us in this cabin I'd insist you let those pretty moans out to your heart's content."

"I'll be quiet," you reach down to palm him through his low hanging pajama pants, "will you please fuck me? Need to feel your cock in me so badly Eddie, I know you're gonna make me feel so good again."

A feral groan rumbles in his chest, head tilting back towards the ceiling as you stroke what felt to be an incredibly well endowed cock. 

"You sure you're up for it?" Now it was his turn to show the hint of neediness in his voice.

"Are you sure?" You question back, getting a better grip through the material of his pants.

"You know I wanna fuck you," he ruts into your hand ever so slightly, "but I need to hear you say it."

"I already did Eddie," you mumble into his neck, "Want your cock so bad, I want to make you feel good too."

He rolls over onto his back, and slips off his pants and boxers. You shift onto your knees next to him, unsure of what position he'd want you in. As his hard cock springs out of his elastic waistband and onto his stomach you lose control over your facial muscles and let your slack jaw hang open, eyes bulging slightly. 

"Wh-" a look of concern on his face grows as he notices your expression, looking from you, down to his cock, then back to you, "Oh! The piercing?"

You were completely frozen, because the only thing more shocking than the two little metal balls sticking out of his cockhead was the fact that Eddie Munson had a pornstar dick. Thick, long, girthy, perfectly curved, the most glorious shade of blushed pink. No wonder he had decided to bedazzle it, it was gorgeous. Not only was it the largest and most aesthetically pleasing dick you'd ever seen, in real life or photos, you sure as hell had never had one that big inside you. 

"Yeah, the piercing-" your voice trailed off, still gawking at it. 

"Shit, I'm sorry if you're like, super freaked out," the worry in his voice snapped you out of your trance, "I guess I maybe should have warned you-"

"No no," you were quick to correct his concern, reaching down to wrap your hand, which hardly fit, around it and give a few experimental strokes, "it's fucking perfect." You were visibly salivating, wanting to feel how the metal balls felt against your hot tongue. 

"I mean, it's okay I guess," you say, sitting up, "I wouldn't want to give you an ego or anything," joking sarcasm rolled off your tongue, "but fuck..." the way he twitched in your hand drew you back in, not thinking twice before leaning forward and letting your tongue run from the underside of his shaft up across the metal balls that decorated the head, all the way up to his leaking slit. Your tongue gathered his precum and went back to explore how the piercing felt against your lips, rolling it across your tongue, placing open mouthed kisses to the head. 

"Shit-" he hisses out, Eddie knew his dick was fine, maybe a little bigger than average or something, but no one had ever stopped to admire it, compliment it. Then again, most of Eddie's sexual escapades were just that, escapades. Random girls in bar bathrooms, quickies in the back of his van, a few weed customers who he didn't mind exchanging a good quick fuck for a discount. Sure, he'd heard the 'oh you're so big' line mid thrust, but everyone said that about the person they're fucking, right? 

After feeling his hips twitch a bit underneath you, you release his cock with a soft pop and climb on top of his torso. Grinding down on his hard length with a few slow forward rolls of your hips, you can't help but lurch forward and capture his lips in a kiss. You let out a deep moan as you feel the head of his cock catch your clit as you drag your wet folds up and down his shaft. Your foreheads stay pressed together as your mouth opens in a silent gasp, his hands coming down to guide your hips and dig his fingertips into your ass. 

"Fuck, princess," his voice was low and sexy, and the new nickname had you bucking your hips a little harder, "lay back and let me make you feel good again. This is all about me giving it to you right, yeah? So let me do all the work." 

You know his intentions were sweet, but you kept his hips pinned under yours. "Eddie I-" you pull back a bit to meet his eyes, "you can fuck me however you want in a bit, but... I've never had anything that big inside me before and..."

"Shhhh," his hands ran up and down your sides, "we can take it slow, promise. You can sit on my cock and take it at your own pace, let it fill you up right, don't wanna hurt you." 

With that you nudged his tip into your entrance ever so slightly, taking a moment to feel how his piercing dragged across your cunt and left a cool metal trail that sent a shiver down your spine. Once you slipped the head inside you, it really wasn't any different from an unpierced dick, other than the sheer girth of it. Your teeth caught your lower lip, sinking down to take the first two inches or so, letting your opening adjust to its size. 

It was taking everything in Eddie's willpower not to thrust up into you, or grab your hips and roll them down onto his aching cock. But he knew better than that, and the last thing he wanted was to hurt you in any way. So he stayed still, holding in a deep and shaky breath as you started to take him. Part of him wanted to look away from the gorgeous faces you were making, because if you were going to bat your eyelashes and tuck that perfect lip in between your teeth he was going to come a lot sooner than either of you would like. But he can't bring himself to do it, loving the way your eyebrows furrowed slightly, almost like when you were angry. 

You were fully seated on his cock now, breathing slowly and leaning back to sit up straight on it, somehow pushing it even deeper into you. 

"That's it," Eddie's hands still gripped at your hips, making sure you were steady on him, "that's my girl, taking me so well." 

You experimentally shifted your weight front to back, rocking your hips shallowly against his. You felt Eddie move underneath you, reaching his hand from its place on your hip to your back. He adjusted his position, and pushed up against the headboard to sit upright, now holding your torso against his. He smoothed your hair across the back of your head. 

"It's okay if you need a minute," he took your chin in his hands, clenching his jaw as you continued to rock your hips into his, "don't want you to hurt yourself. 

"Just feel so fucking full," you whispered into his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck for leverage, "need you to fuck me, fuck me deep and hard, please Eddie, need it."

He arches his hips up slightly to meet your hips as they come down, and your eyes practically spin into the back of your head. He takes it slow, his first few thrusts from under you are careful and gentile. You continue to mumble "please" and "more" into his lips, so he scoops you up from your back and flips you over, not removing his cock from deep within you as you settle down into the mattress. Your legs wrap around his hips and he pushes his dick all the way into you, reaching a new spot that knocks the wind out of you. 

"Fuck just like that," your words are hardly there, "so fucking good, Eddie, Eddie..."

"Beautiful," he fucks into you a little harder, "your pussy was fucking made for me." His hands were settled on the backs of your thighs, keeping you spread nice and open for him to pound his cock into you. He lets one hand press into your lower stomach, pushing his cock down while inside you, causing you to let out a gasp. He lets his palm spread your on your lower abdomen, letting his thumb creep closer and closer to your clit, catching it every so often as your hips rolled back and forth with his thrusts. 

"You gonna be good and let me make you come again?" he asks, the cocky edge in his voice has you losing all coherence, "so pretty wrapped around my cock."

The movements of his thumb are much more deliberate now, rubbing your clit in tandem with the movement of his hips. He wasn't fucking you particularly fast, but he was making sure his cock was buried all the way inside you with every thrust, rolling his hips forward and punctuating each thrust with extra pressure. 

"Oh my god, I-" your head was thrown back into the flannel pillowcases, body starting to tense up again. You were still so wet and turned on from your last orgasm, but coming while his massive cock was in you was going to be entirely different, you could feel it. 

"That's it, come on my cock," he could feel the muscles in your thighs start to tighten, the walls of your pussy fluttering around him as he drew methodical figure eights on your clit. You felt so fucking good around him, so warm and wet and tight, swallowing his cock up with every thrust. That plus those damn sounds you were making. But Eddie had a goal, and couldn't be distracted by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his body, his one and only focus was to push you over the edge, to take care of you and do it right. 

The choked sobs leaving your heaving chest were the first indicator that you were about come, that and your pussy gripping him like a fucking vice. You weren't able to form words as you fell apart for him, just letting broken moans escape you as your body shook and released all that tension. Part of you could hear a string of praises coming from him, but all you could focus on was the ripple of your orgasm tearing through your body. 

You start to come down for it, catching your breath, until you feel him pull out of you entirely and push you legs back as he had before, and dip his head down to lick down your quivering center. He lapped up your wetness and sent a few aftershocks buzzing into your core. His tongue slowed down and he let you settle down, before pushing his tongue entirely into you and letting out the most sensual groan right into your cunt. 

"Holy shit," you let out, looking down at him and realized that next to seeing his dick for the first time, Eddie lapping up your orgasm was the hottest thing you'd ever seen. 

He sat up and let his cock rest in between your puffy pussy lips, his pierced head sitting right on your sensitive clit. He lets the weight of it fall into his hand and gives your pussy a few taps with his cock, sending your hips jerking from the sensitivity. 

"Eddie," you start, eyes glassy and voice hoarse, "please keep fucking me, don't want you to stop."

"You want more?" a comment half cocky and half serious. 

"Mhmm, want you to fuck me hard," your hands came up to play with your tits, "want you to come in me, use me, give it to me hard how I know you like it."

"'S'that right," he quickly grabs your hips and flips you over, angling your ass up in the air for him, "you wanna take all my come like the good girl you are?"

"Please," your muffled voice comes up from the sheets, "I'm on the pill, it's okay, it's safe."

"Mmm fuck," he slips his cock back into your soaking wet hole, guiding your hips back and forth with his big hands, "thank you, so fucking perfect for me, you can tell me if I go to hard, yeah?" 

"Yeah Eddie," you try your best to bounce back on his cock, but know he's doing most of the work moving your ass to slap against his hips, "I want it hard."

With that he takes the initiative to snap his hips forward with every thrust, pulling your gorgeous ass back against him and twitching inside you every time it comes flush with his lower stomach. He can't help but bring a flat palm down to smack it, loving the big red handprint he leaves behind, and loving even more the muffled moan that leaves you when he does so. 

"Y'like that?" he already knows you do, but just wants to hear you say it.

"Yes, again, please," each word comes out as a short gasping breath. He smacks your ass again, watching it jiggle against his palm has him thinking he's died and gone to heaven, you his personal angel. 

Although he can feel the end in sight, he wants to feel your pussy squeeze around his cock again, so he snakes his hand under your arched hips and toys with your clit. You're beyond fucked out at this point, but can't help but prop yourself up on straightened arms to give him more room to rub against you. He leans down to press his chest against your back, one arm coming down by your side to support his weight as he fucks down into you. 

"One more time," he lets out into the skin of your shoulder, "can you come for me one more time, princess?"

“I-” you start, about to tell him you’re unsure, but then he starts rubbing fast strokes against your clit and you’re already seeing stars. 

He’s fucking into you fast and hard, just like you’d asked him to. The feeling of you clenching down on him has him biting your shoulder to hold back his grunts and moans. As soon as he feels your pussy start to gush around him, your arms collapsing and legs shaking under him, he lets go with a soft grunt and spills his come deep inside you. 

He lets his cock stay there for a moment, pulsing inside you, relishing in the feeling of your hot cunt wrapped around him. He pulls out slowly and you let out a small yelp, letting your hips fully sink down to the mattress without his hands to heep you propped up. 

He runs a hand across your thigh, and you acknowledge your attention with a hum. 

“M’gonna go get something to clean you up,” his voice is soft and you nod into the pillows, making a half hearted attempt to roll your body over. He uses his discarded sweatpants to wipe off his forehead and chest, suddenly aware of how sweaty he is, you both are. 

He slips on his boxers and creeps down the hall to the kitchen, grabbing a big glass of water and a clean hand towel run under the sink. He slips back into the room to find you paid out on the bed, all sweaty and fucked out, it’s the best you’ve ever looked to him. 

He lifts you up by the shoulders and helps you sit up while you take a few sips of water and let out a “thank you” in between sips. He runs the warm cloth in between your legs a few times to catch anything sticky, before tossing it into the pile with his dirty clothes. 

You were already mostly knocked out, all the energy completely drained from your body. Typically you’d awkwardly dance around the notion of spending the night or not, but your eyes felt too heavy to care, and your body was already molded into his sheets. He flicked off the bedside light and got settled into bed next to you, thinking you were already completely asleep. 

“Thank you Eddie,” your voice was sleepy and almost didn't cut through the air.

“No problem, good sex is dehydrating,” he responds, assuming you meant the thanks for the water and towel. 

“No thank you for taking care of me,” you roll into his arms, snuggling up against him, “I didn’t know sex could be like that.” 

“Like what?” he partially knew what you meant, given that the three times you’ve ever come during sex all happened in the past hour. 

“Like magic,” you’d have been embarrassed to say it in other circumstances. But the post sex bliss and intense sleep that was washing over you made you sort of hazy and elated. 

“Yeah I think you’re pretty magic too,” he wrapped you up  in his arms, feeling the same tiredness, “good night y/n.”

The next morning he felt a sort of sore stiffness in his body, wiping the crust from his eyes and suddenly remembering the events of the night prior. There was an empty warm spot in the bed next to him, indicating you must have slipped out recently. He shook out his messy bedhead and threw on some sweatpants. 

A short trip down the hall brought him into the kitchen, where you were making a pot of coffee. You heard him come in from the hallway, and you suddenly tensed up at the thought of facing him. How did he look so damn good mid yawn, rubbing his face and his hair a wild mess. 

You turn towards the coffee machine on the counter, frantically trying to think of what to say or how to act towards him. Before you could give it too much thought, you feel his presence directly behind you, his arms caging you in and his back pressed against you. 

“Are you pouring me a cup?” he asks, hunching down to rest his chin on your shoulder. 

“Yes,” you elongate the word, taking in his scent and feeling his hair tickle your neck, “this is how you take it right? No cream, no sugar.”

“Mhmmm,” he mumbles into your hair, giving you a quick peck on the side of your neck before moving to grab the cup. 

“Wow okay early bird Eddie,” Robin’s voice cuts through the air of the kitchen and he immediately grabs his coffee and moves away from you. There’s no way she wouldn’t notice and the two of you cringe at the somewhat compromising position. 

“Okay I don’t think I want to know what the hell that was about,” she points between the two of you. Ahh Robin, master of the art of subtlety. 

Steve comes into the kitchen, immediately sensing the awkward air between everyone in the small space. 

“Oh god,” he looks from Robin’s pointing finger to the two of you with somewhat guilty expressions, “was THAT all that noise I heard last night? Jesus Christ you two.” He turns out of the kitchen dramatically, leaving Robin with a bewildered expression and the two of you cringing. 

“At least they’re fucking instead of fighting now!” she calls to him as he continues to walk down the hall away from you. 

Amongst Robin yelling and Steve leaving in a huff, Eddie manages to sneak his hand behind you and pinch your ass, making you jump a bit and the coffee in your cup to slosh around. He gives you a wink and starts to head out of the kitchen. 

“I’m gonna have my coffee by the lake, you joining me?”

Maybe this trip was going to be something special after all. 

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[thegoldencontracts]

Too Late!

You and Azul are texting each other one day when he accidentally sends you some more honest texts.

Note/Warnings: Azul/Reader, fluff with a smidgen of angst (specifically Azul insecurities, he gets comforted tho)

You loved Azul. A lot. You'd been dating him for quite a while now, after all. But you couldn't deny that it felt like he was a bit- formal with you, to say the least. Sometimes, it felt like he was playing the role of a perfect boyfriend in a Romance Novel's screen adaptation. How did he really feel? Was he happy to be somewhere, or was he just playing along so that the other students in his dorm could see how attractive and understanding he was while they seethed in envy at the fact that they were single and he wasn't?

Which was why when Azul slipped up one day when you were texting, you were very, very happy about it.

It was a boring evening, like always. You were texting Azul, complaining about your homework while lounging in your bed like always. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Zuzuuu <3: You know, if you'd like, I'd be happy to assist with your homework. It'll even be on the house, just for you.

Me: cant believe im dating a capitalist mf /lh

Me: really tho, tysmmm for helping <3 I don't deserve u bbg...

And then, something completely out of the ordinary happened.

Zuzuuu <3: how could you say that you're literally so perfect? I love you so much I keep doodling you bc you're so. Pretty. I simp so hard for you plz never say that again <3

At first, you wondered if Floyd wrote the text as a joke. It was pretty in character for him, after all. But that didn't make sense. This wasn't Floyd's way of texting, nor did it even attempt to imitate Azul's. When Floyd was in the mood to prank someone, he put in the effort to make it good.

Whatever. You took a screenshot of the message so you could treasure it forever. And lucky you, because right after you did, the message was deleted.

Zuzuuu <3: Please don't say such things about yourself, even for comedic purposes.

He was not being slick with that. You sent a text in response, giggling all the while.

Zuzuuu <3: Regardless, would you like to come over later today?

Me: Real slick hehe... Plz show me ur doodles of me they probably look so good bc you're good at art just like everything else somehow

After a while, Azul replied.

Zuzuuu <3: I don't know what you're referring to. Regardless, would you like to come over?

As much as you wanted to press, you decided not to. Too much pressing would just make Azul clam up more. You'd just have to get him in person, where it'd be harder for him to run away when you showed him the screenshot.

Me: Sureee! Heading over right now

And so, you set out for Octavinelle, evidence in hand. You were going to make him admit he sent that text.

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By the time you got to Azul's room, you had everything planned out. He wasn't usually so candid with you, and he was clearly ashamed of it when he was. You were going to figure out why.

You knocked on the door, and Azul opened it, letting you in.

"Come in," he said, tone even more formal than usual, by some miracle.

"Thanks," you said, taking a seat.

"So, about that text-"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Azul said, quick to cut you off.

"So quick to interrupt, Azul!" You said with a mock-pout, before grinning as you pulled up the screenshot on your phone. "But I think you do."

First, Azul's mouth hung open in shock. Then, his whole face turned red, lip quivering as a high-pitched whine left his mouth. Then, he moved to snatch the phone from your hands.

You narrowly dodged, and you couldn't resist sticking out your tongue at him.

"Too slow!" You laughed as he tried to grab the phone from you again, only to fail even more without the element of surprise on his side, because for all of Azul's many strengths, speed wasn't one of them.

"Delete that at once!" He shrieked, voice cracking in the middle.

He kept trying to grab it for a while, before finally giving up.

"Fine, fine," he grumbled, pouting like a kid. Cute. "You win. Are you satisfied now?"

"Very," you said, "because I get to see you. Your actual thoughts. Not just the ultra-filtered version."

Azul scoffed at that, seemingly in disbelief, though you saw the way he stifled a smile.

"Don't flatter me," he said. "My 'true thoughts' are not something you'd want to see in the slightest. Merely a more pathetic, messy version of what I already tell you."

"And that's precisely why I want to hear it," she said. "You sound so perfect all the time that I wonder whether you're really being honest with me, you know. It's just so refreshing to see you be gushy and candid about things. And pretty cute."

"How odd," he said, before turning to you with a face more genuine. "Thank you. For what little it's worth, I'll try to be a tad more honest with you. I can't promise anything, though."

You smiled.

"That's all I ask."

And really, truly, that was enough.

Bonus:

"So, how'd you learn so much internet lingo? Never took you for that kinda guy."

"I'm in the board games club with Idia Shroud. What did you expect?"

#azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #azul x you #azul Ashengrotto x you #hurt/comfort #twst x reader #aaah i love the mafia octoboy sm <3

[cinnamostar]

01: self-fulfilling prophecy 

part two.

pairing : jisung x gn!reader

summary : han jisung, the man who is incapable of maintaining a relationship for more than a few months. han jisung, the man who is in complete denial that maybe he is the problem. han jisung, the man who has convinced himself he isn’t meant for love.

wc : 8.5k

cw : not proof read, nonidol!au, alcohol/drinking, sadness, angst, arguing, cursing, some cute stuff. plz let me know if i missed anything.

a/n : likes, reblogs, and feedback is much appreciated!! not too confident on this one because idk, i feel like the dialogue isn’t well executed, but let me know what you think. please enjoy!

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Jisung didn’t exactly have the best track record when it came to romance. He never did anything exceedingly horrendous, he always remained faithful in each relationship he had, but they never lasted long. He simply didn’t know how to be a good partner, always too focused on his own needs to the point that his selfishness turned into emotional neglect for the other. 

It’s not that he didn’t like the people he dated. He genuinely adored them for who they were, yet he always found himself heartbroken and confused at the end of each relationship when they would all voice the same exact reasonings on why they were ending it. 

“I just don’t feel like you care about my feelings.”

“It feels like you don’t even like me enough to put in the effort to make this work.”

“I don’t feel like a priority in your life.”

“I swear you forget we’re even in a relationship.”

“You’re too focused on yourself and everything else to even make time for me.”

Like clockwork, a few months would pass by and his partner would sit him down for the break up talk. It was exhausting. He was clueless, not having any idea what he was doing so wrong even though he would always receive a list of reasons each time. In his eyes, he was doing the best he could, but perhaps his best was not enough. 

Of course he cared for their feelings! Of course he liked them, he could’ve sworn he was doing his damnedest. Not a priority? That was ridiculous, he always made time to spend with his partner during the week despite his busy schedule. Forget? Nonsense! Too focused on himself? Well, of course he was focused on pursuing his music career which required long hours at the studio, why would he want to be with someone who didn’t support his endeavors? They knew what they were getting into when they met him!

It made zero sense to Jisung. At some point, he had given up on love altogether. Maybe he just wasn’t meant for it, maybe relationships were just not his thing. Clearly, he was doing something wrong and he decided that maybe hook up culture was just where he belonged. 

What Jisung failed to realize was that he was forcing his own ideals of a relationship onto his partners. The idea that people had different needs and perceptions on how relationships should function never dawned on him. He never thought to consider what the other person wanted and had simply assumed they would be content with whatever he had to offer. 

He forgot that some people needed more reassurance. He forgot some people wanted to go on actual dates, not everyone considered a night in a date, especially if every date was a night in. He forgot that some people didn’t just want to sit in a room with him while he was on his phone or working on his next project. Sometimes people wanted his undivided attention. Sometimes people wanted to be able to hold a conversation with him. Sometimes people needed more communication because quite frankly, three texts a day didn’t quite cut it for most people.

Yet, Jisung was too absorbed in his own world and his passions to even begin to understand that concept. He absolutely refused to believe he was doing something wrong and that he was just dating the wrong people this whole time. He just hadn’t found the one, right?

Despite that foolish belief he stubbornly held onto, it didn’t mean each instance didn’t take a hit on his ego. After the many failed relationships he had been through, the fear of inadequacy and insecurity began to creep into his mind. Was he not worthy of love? Was he incapable of forming a healthy relationship? Was something wrong with him?

He felt that he had so much love to offer in his heart, but he had no idea what it took to be a good partner. He was too tunnel visioned on producing and music to realize that sometimes, love and relationships required a bit of sacrifice, and that was something he refused to do.

Yet, Jisung wanted to fall in love. Like any other human on earth, he craved to love and be loved, to be understood wordlessly by someone else, but it seemed like love didn’t welcome him with open arms. He desperately wanted to feel like he was needed and wanted, to feel the bubbling shyness and giddiness that only love could give him, but somehow, it seemed that he was the victim of a paradox. Love hated him.

However, Jisung had resigned and accepted defeat. He wasn’t cut out for it. Besides, it’s not like anyone would even bother to give him a chance anymore. After a few failed relationships, people were quick to label him as ‘trash’ and a terrible boyfriend, only good for fun, but definitely nothing more. It was almost as if he had a permanent warning label above his head that scared off anyone who had any remote interest in him. 

People talked. And if anyone so much expressed any interest in him, someone would leap in to rescue them from a foreseeable heartbreak, telling them he was no good and a waste of time. Oh, but if you wanted a few nights of fun and to just fool around, he was perfect for that, but never, and absolutely under no circumstances, was he someone to settle down with. 

He was the only one to blame for his infamy in the dating scene, but Jisung was suffering from a case of extreme delusion and oblivion. Maybe one day he would lose that self-centered immaturity and have a much needed epiphany, but that day seemed far off in the future.

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For the past week, Jisung had holed himself in his studio, insistent on perfecting his latest track by some arbitrary deadline he had set for himself. This was a regular occurrence that his friends had gotten used to. They would be more surprised if this didn’t happen, but this also meant that they had to pay a visit to his studio every few days and force him to take a break for the sake of his mental and physical health. 

Today was one of those days in which Minho came knocking at his door after unlocking the door with the passcode Jisung had given him long ago, reminding him to come by his place later that night for a small party to celebrate his dance troop’s recent competition win. While Jisung was proud of this achievement, part of him felt a tad bit annoyed that he had to interrupt his work schedule for someone else, but Minho was one of his best friends, he at the very least should show up for a bit. He could stay for an hour or two, and hopefully by then everyone would be a little too drunk to notice he had escaped back to his studio.

Jisung sighed as he begrudgingly made his way to Minho’s apartment, dreading the amount of people he would have to socialize with tonight. He was relieved to know that a few familiar faces would be there, such as Hyunjin and Felix, who were also part of the troop, but the team had also gone through auditions recently, meaning there would be people he would have to meet for the first time.

He wasn’t one for befriending strangers, as oftentimes, many of them had a negative impression of him due to his dating history. He hated how every time he introduced himself, as soon as the words “Han Jisung” left his mouth, people’s faces would drop into an unreadable expression, almost as if they were disappointed to finally meet the man who was rumored to be complete and utter trash. It was anxiety-inducing and turned him off from seeking out new friendships because everyone would always say “Oh! Did you used to date my friend?” And at that moment, he knew it was over. They hated him before they even got to know him. As a result, Jisung always felt apprehensive when it came to meeting new people and he much preferred sticking with his small circle of friends. 

As Jisung arrived at the front steps of Minho’s apartment, he felt his shoulders tense up with trepidation as he subconsciously bit the inside of his cheek. The party had already started with the music blaring throughout the building, the lights dimmed with colorful LEDs visible from the window. A chorus of joyful cheers followed by the clinking of shot glasses and laughter could be heard from outside, signaling that the party was already in full swing. Jisung let out an uneasy groan, unprepared for what the night would bring, but reassured himself knowing that he only needed to stay for at least an hour before he could retreat back to the safe haven known as his studio.

After a sharp inhale, Jisung put on a fake smile as he opened the door, instantly greeted by a drunken Changbin who was double fisting two beers, wearing a toothy smile.

“Jisung! You made it!”

The last thing Jisung wanted tonight was to be put in the spotlight, which Changbin just unknowingly thrust him into with no warning. Others nearby turned their attention to the front door, some choosing to ignore Jisung’s presence to continue their conversations while others politely waved or called out a quick hello. 

Minho shortly appeared in Jisung’s vision, grinning from ear to ear as he pulled him into a one-armed hug, “Glad you showed up, I was worried you forgot!” An airy chuckle escaped Minho as Jisung gasped, feigning a look of betrayal while playfully shoving Minho’s shoulder, “How dare you think I’d forget my best friend’s party? I would never!”

Minho rolled his eyes at Jisung’s gesture before dragging him by his wrist. “Whatever you say, but c’mon! I want you to meet our new members. Plus, you look a little too stiff for my liking,so  let's get some drinks in ya first.”

Suddenly, shot glasses filled with tequila were shoved into Jisung’s hand as people egged him on to down them, chasing the two shots with lime and salt to cut through the harshness of the alcohol. A familiar buzz took over his senses, his head feeling lighter than usual as a lopsided smile appeared on his face while the nervousness he felt earlier quickly dissipated. 

The bit of liquid courage energized Jisung enough to forget all the now seemingly silly concerns he had earlier as he jumped through the bunches of people, excitedly yapping away as he caught up with friends and introduced himself to new people. Each time he noticed someone cringing at the sound of his name or giving him a dirty look, he would promptly take another shot to rid himself of the anxiety he was feeling, hoping the alcohol would make him just unaware enough of any other glares he would receive from people that night.

Eventually, Jisung made his way to the loft upstairs to take a break from the hectic party below, already feeling a headache coming on. He stumbled his way to the couch, not paying much mind to his surroundings as he plopped himself onto the couch, immediately throwing his head back while shutting his eyes.

“Oh, he definitely overdid it again,” laughed Felix from the left of him, “How many shots did you take?”

Jisung waved his hand as if he was shooing Felix away while mumbling, “Don’t even ask.”

He heard an unfamiliar giggle erupt from the right side of him, causing him to sit straight up with his eyes wide, hastily snapping his head to see who the laugh belonged to, not expecting anyone other than his friends here.

He found himself staring into your eyes that were crinkled from laughing, a lax smile adorning your face as you brought up a hand to hide behind. Your laugh was rich and decadent, almost as sweet as chocolate, and your smile was so refreshing that it instantly roused him from his drunken state the moment his eyes landed on you.

Oh, shit, they’re cute.

Jisung’s inebriated state had caused him to lose all self-awareness because all he could do was gawk at you with enamored eyes, his lips slightly parted as he struggled to find the words to introduce himself. He felt his face flush from embarrassment when you returned his gaze while wearing an expectant expression, patiently waiting for him to finish his sentence.

“I- Oh, uhm, I…”

You had instantly captured his heart with the most saccharine smile he has ever seen and within a few seconds, Jisung was undeniably smitten, but he was also completely making a fool of himself within those same few seconds.

“Jesus christ, Jisung, how drunk are you?” howled Hyunjin, who had gotten up to lightly poke Jisung’s cheek, “Helloooo, earth to Jisung? Anyone home?”

“Dude… Close your mouth before you start drooling over there. I don’t think that’s an image you want Y/N to have during your first meeting,” Seungmin, who was sitting on the floor, mischievously sneered, quickly recognizing Jisung’s speechless state was caused by something more than just alcohol. Jisung shook his head side to side to wake himself from his lovestruck daze, clearing his throat in an attempt to cover up Seungmin’s comment. 

“Mm, sorry! I just-,” 

Oh, this is bad, he really is making this so much worse for himself. He was now regretting all the shots from earlier as he tripped over his words, his nerves not being of any help. He desperately was trying to say something sensible, but instead, all he could blurt out was,

“Jisung! I’m Jisung… yeah!”

Now it is a lot worse as Jisung cringed at how loud and annoying his voice was, everyone else also seemingly cowering from second hand embarrassment as they watched the scene unfold, but no one was able to peel their eyes away.

Like an angel sent from heaven, Felix decided to have mercy on the brown haired boy, peeking out from behind Jisung to meet your eyes at the other side of the couch. “Y/N, this is our friend Jisung! He makes music with Changbin and Chan. Jisung, this is Y/N. They’re one of our newest members on the team.” God, Jisung could kiss Felix right now from how relieved he was to have alleviated the awkward tension he had just created moments earlier.

You nodded, smiling at Jisung as your eyes lit up in realization, “Oh, Jisung? I’ve heard about you before.”

Ah, there it is. Of course! Of course you have and how stupid of him to think he’d be able to have an untarnished first impression with you and-

“Minho says so many good things about you! He even showed me some of your songs. You’re really talented at what you do, I definitely added a few to my playlist.”

Someone pinch Jisung right now because he must be dreaming, there’s absolutely no way. Is luck finally on his side? Has God finally decided to be oh-so-merciful today? He was on cloud nine as he relished in your compliments, savoring this moment because this may never happen again.

Jisung clicked his teeth as he waved both his hands in front of him with a flustered smile, “Oh, no, no, no, I am not that good! But thank you!” The alcohol was really doing a number on him as he slurred over each syllable, but thankfully he was coherent enough for everyone to understand what he said. 

You let out a breathy laugh at his antics while standing from your seat, “Well, it's nice to finally put a face to the name, but I do have to go now, I have to be up early.”

Jisung deflated as everyone wished you good night, feeling disappointed how quickly your first meeting with him ended. Hyunjin stood up, offering to walk you out and once you were out of earshot, Jisung whipped his head to Felix.

“Felix… Who was that? How long have you been hiding them from me?”

Seungmin struggled to contain his laugh, earning a confused look from Jisung, “What are you laughing at?”

“Dude, you. You looked so stupid trying to talk to them.”

Jisung threw himself back into the couch, sinking into the cushions with an embarrassed groan, “Shut up, I know.”

Felix laughed, shooting Jisung a pitiful smile, “You’ve done worse, it’s fine. And no one was hiding them from you, you just never show up when we invite you anywhere. That is your own fault, not ours!” Jisung pouted, cursing himself mentally for rejecting all those plans.

“They’re cool, they’ve been on our team for a few months. Crazy good at dancing too, we are super lucky to have them.”

“Are they dating anyone?”

The room grew quiet at Jisung’s question as Seungmin and Felix looked at each other with uneasiness, unsure how to respond. Hyunjin had come back up the stairs after walking you to your car, just in time to hear Jisung. He let out a heavy sigh, alerting everyone of his presence.

“I… I think it's best if you just leave them alone, Jisung. They’re a really sweet person and you, well…”

“Me what? What do you mean?” Jisung furrowed his eyebrows at Hyunjin as the taller boy struggled to finish his thought.

“Just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Why?”

“Seriously, Jisung? I know you’re wasted right now, but don’t make me say it. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

And he did, he knew that Hyunjin was referring to his dating history, but Jisung felt himself growing angry hearing his friend allude to him being a bad partner, suggesting he would hurt you. 

“No, I want to hear you say it,” Jisung spat out, a scowl painted all over his face as he stared down Hyunjin with his arms crossed, who was still standing by the stairs. He felt himself become warm in frustration as all the insecurities he held close to his heart started to bubble up. Did his own friend’s think so poorly of him too?

Felix reached out to put a reassuring hand on Jisung’s shoulder, hoping to defuse the situation, “Let’s not do this right now. You’re still drunk, Jisung.” Jisung shook Felix’s hand off his shoulders, standing up while still glaring at Hyunjin with clenched fists. 

“Say it.”

“Jisung-” warned Felix, but he was cut off by Seungmin.

“You’re a shit boyfriend, Jisung. We don’t need you hurting someone we’re friends with again.”

The room was silent as everyone now stared at Seungmin with wide eyes, startled at how blunt he was being. Jisung didn’t know what he was feeling as a flash of rage took over his body, but at the same time, he felt his heart drop hearing those words come out of his own friend’s mouth. It was now Hyunjin’s turn to butt in,

“Seungmin, stop-”

“No, he needs to hear it straight up. He fucking sucks and you all know I’m right. I’m tired of him acting like he isn’t the problem. Leave Y/N alone. They’re better off without you.”

Jisung felt hot tears well up in his eyes as he took in every one of Seungmin’s words, each casting daggers into his heart. His worst nightmares were coming true as he realized that it wasn’t just strangers and ex-lovers who viewed in such a negative light, but the people he trusted so much, his own friends, also thought the same of him. The fury laced in Seungmin’s voice cut Jisung deep as every syllable pushed him over the edge til Jisungfound himself falling into a pit of sadness and hurt, his stomach flipping onto itself on his way down.

Was he really that bad? Wait, no! How dare Seungmin say such a thing to him? What does Seungmin even know about Jisung’s past relationship? He was stepping out of line! The sadness instantly subsided, soon being replaced with a familiar feeling of denial and anger as Jisung stomped towards Seungmin, crouching down to meet him on the floor. Jisung sloppily grabbed Seungmin by the collar of his shirt, pulling him close to his face.

“What the fuck did you just say? Take it back right fucking now,” growled Jisung, venom dropping down from each word.

Seungmin rolled his eyes, pushing the drunken boy off him who stumbled backwards, “See, this right here is your problem. You can’t even begin to accept that you’re in the wrong.” Seungmin stood up, now looking down at Jisung who still hadn’t regained his balance. He took in an exasperated inhale, a subdued smile replacing the vexed look he just had as he softened his tone, “Look, Jisung. I love and care for you, but I cannot turn a blind eye and let you hurt someone else. I mean it. Leave them alone.” With that, Seungmin made his way to the stairs, wanting nothing more than to get away from Jisung at that moment before he said something he’d later regret.

Jisung remained seated on the floor as he was processing the words and emotions that were rushing in all at once, his drunken brain unsure how to handle all the information he was just fed. He laid his head into his hands as his brain echoed Seungmin’s words again and again. 

Jisung felt his breath get caught in his throat as he hiccuped a quiet sob, his body starting to tremble as the tears he was holding back for so long finally fell. His body collapsed onto itself as his heart stuttered in his chest, his lungs burning from the lack of air as he continued to inconsolably weep, struggling to breathe between his cries. 

Maybe he is as bad as everyone said he was.

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A few weeks had gone by since Jisung and Seungmin’s argument at the party, but the tension between the two boys didn’t last long as Seungmin showed up to Jisung’s apartment the very next day with a bowl of soup for his hangover and an apology, which Jisung graciously accepted, neither wanting to be upset at each other any longer. 

Despite that, the words Seungmin had said never left Jisung, leaving a permanent scar on his brain as he constantly recalled the moment. The words painfully rang through his ears as a ball of shame and misery formed in his stomach while he reminisced about his past relationships, trying to figure out what he did so wrong. 

Jisung felt horrible as he carried this weight of guilt on his shoulders as he wondered how his actions had hurt others and how he had remained oblivious for so long. All the insecurities and fears he had about himself were true at the end. Everyone around him was in agreement that he was the issue and he was the one behaving so selfishly in every relationship. He could understand that and he knew if his friend’s felt that way, it had to be the truth, but he was still struggling to identify what exactly about him and his behavior was so bad. 

Sure, he could reach out and ask his friends to help see what he was missing, but he was too afraid to face the reality of the situation, not ready to take another brutal beating of words. He was terrified to hear the truth, but he knew the same conclusion he came to long ago remained true. Love was just not for him, it didn’t want him the same way he did.

Everyone had taken note of Jisung’s downtrodden mood and thought he had just needed a few days to collect himself, but once everyone realized more time had passed and that he didn’t even have the will to attend a recording session with Chan and Changbin, everyone went into crisis mode. So, over the last few weeks, someone would show up to Jisung’s house to check in on him and either spend a few hours with him at home, or forcefully drag him out the house to spend time with the group, insisting it would help him feel better.

Each time someone had forced him out, he would be huffing and sulking like a grumpy toddler throwing a tantrum, but as soon as he got there, he would be as cheery as ever and would end the day feeling a lot better. He hated how right his friends were, but he was always thankful for every time they dragged him out despite his whiny and bratty attitude.

However, there was another mental battle Jisung was fighting that everyone was unaware of, or so he thought, and he was definitely not coming out of it as a winner. Unfortunately for Jisung, since the time you joined Minho’s dance team, you had hit it off so well with the rest of the group that you were there almost every time Jisung joined you guys on an outing. And each day he spent with you, he found himself falling more and more for you. 

He was really trying to stop himself, as he took Seungmin’s words to heart and imagined that sentiment was shared with everyone else, but this task was becoming an impossible one for Jisung to tackle!

It was weird. Every time he’d get invited out, Jisung would dread seeing you because he knew he was doomed to a hopeless, unrequited love with you, but if you weren’t there, he would be so disappointed and would find himself wanting to go home sooner. He wanted to stay as far away from you as possible, but something about you drew him in and he couldn’t resist and now here he is, finding himself in a friendship with you that he could not escape. 

It’s not that he didn't want to be friends with you, if anything he loved the friendship you two had grown in such a short time and how quickly he became fond of you. You were incredibly sweet to Jisung, constantly showing your consideration for him everyday in new ways. If he ever felt anxious or out of place, you were the first to take notice and offer to get him out of whatever stuffy social situation he was in and stay with him til he was ready to join the others again. If he had decided to stay in that day, you’d send him a message letting know he was missed and hoped to see him the next time. There was even a time where he was too sick to leave the house, and much to his surprise, he found you and Minho at his front door steps with food and medicine.

Somehow, unlike everyone else before you, you had shown him a special kind of unwavering kindness and didn’t judge him for his past. For the first time in years, he finally felt safe and unconditionally loved in a friendship that wasn’t one of the boys. That was enough for Jisung to know that you were someone he wanted to keep in his life for as long as possible, even if it meant he had to confront eventual heartbreak and only stay by your side as nothing more than a friend. 

But, that was okay. That was more than enough for him because as long as you were there, he would give you his all and support you endlessly. He would do anything to see you smile, anything to ensure your happiness, and if that meant he couldn’t be your lover, then that was a sacrifice he was willing to make. Besides, no one has ever been happy with him in a relationship. This was how it had to be, this is how he could protect you from himself.

Regardless of how Jisung felt towards you, he had seriously doubted you had any interest in him in the first place. How could someone as angelic as you want to be with, well, trash? There was no way you hadn’t heard about his disastrous dating history, and if you were as smart as he thought you were, that alone would turn you off from him. Not only that, he was pretty sure you had heard about the fight he had with Seungmin and if that fight said anything about him, it showed that he was a mess of insecurities and arrogance. Why on Earth would you ever like someone like that? And if you heard about the fight, he was positive that Seungmin and everyone else had warned you about him and dissuaded you from even considering anything romantic with him.

It was doomed! 

And although Jisung had earnestly vowed to himself he would not engage in anything romantic with you, he was failing miserably. His affection towards you was something everyone picked up on. He always, no matter what, had his undivided attention on you as you ranted to him about whatever bothered you that day or how you were struggling to nail a part of your dance routine. It was obvious. He loved hearing you talk and could listen to you for hours as if you were his own personal podcast, always mirroring your emotion and blindly agreeing with you during your rants, always asking you questions whenever you rambled on about your own hobbies and interests. 

If someone ever talked over you, he’d make sure to ask you what you were going to say. If you were upset that day, he’d always offer to buy you ice cream and insist to the group that they all needed to stop by the local ice cream shop. If you ever showed him a video of your latest dance routine, he’d shower you with a ridiculous amount of compliments until you were a flustered mess asking him to stop. And every time he noticed you were wearing a new outfit, changed your hair, or wore different jewelry, he would be quick to notice and let you know how wonderful you looked. He was shamelessly flirting with you, and he hadn’t even realized how far he had let it go. 

On the other side of the pond, you were well aware of every horrible thing that was said about Jisung, even long before you had become a member of Minho’s team, and to be quite frank, you thought he was a complete asshole from what you’ve heard. But once you realized that he was one of Minho’s lifelong best friends, you knew you had to push your personal feelings aside, especially when you realized some of the music Minho had you perform with was Jisung’s original work. You hated to admit it, but he was an absolute genius when it came to music production and you were slowly becoming a fan of his work. 

All you could tell yourself was that he couldn’t have been that bad if everyone was still his friend and reminded yourself people change, it’s not like you were going to end up liking the guy anyway. 

Oh, but you were so wrong. 

The first time you saw him at Minho’s party, you thought he was so irresistibly adorable during his drunken babbling, and you were honestly taken aback that the cute man who sat in front of you was none other than Han Jisung. Although, it did help soften your initial thoughts of him, making you think maybe he wasn’t that bad, especially after seeing him become a blushing mess at the mere sight of you, but those thoughts were quickly pushed away while Hyunjin walked you to your car after you left.

“Y/N…”

“Hmm?”

“I’m sure you’ve heard about Jisung from other people, right?”

“Oh, I’ve heard plenty, but he doesn’t seem so bad though.”

“Well, he isn’t if you’re just friends with him, but… He definitely seemed into you when he saw you and as your friend, I feel like it is my responsibility to let you know that he isn’t someone you should pursue. I love him, but you deserve someone better than that… I would hate to see him hurt another one of my friends.”

“Ah, no worries, Hyunjin. I’ve made dumb dating choices in the past, but I’m not that stupid.”

Except, you were that stupid. So, so, so incredibly stupid and you were terrified that anyone would uncover your growing crush on the boy. You could already imagine both Hyunjin and Seungmin’s disappointed looks, and you promised yourself you were taking this little secret to the grave. You had every reason in the world to not be attracted to Jisung, especially after hearing how he put his hands on Seungmin during their argument! Drunk or not, there’s no excuse for that and his denial of his actions said so much about him.

Yet, here you are, sitting next to Jisung on the couch in the living room of Minho’s place, excitedly talking to him about the latest episode of the drama you were currently watching, gossiping to him as if the actors were real people you knew in your personal life. He sat on the couch with his legs crossed, facing you while nodding along to every word you said, his eyes trained on you and you alone.

“And-, oh my god, I almost forgot, but the lead then told her to shut up! Can you believe that?!”

Jisung would then gasp, theatrically putting his hand on his chest, “No fucking way… What is his problem?”

“Right! And then-,” you paused for a moment, suddenly feeling insecure that you were forcing Jisung to listen about something he probably didn’t care for. You sighed and gave him an apologetic smile as you anxiously twiddled your fingers, “I’m sorry, I got carried away, you probably don’t wanna listen to me talk about some stupid drama.”

This time, Jisung did look genuinely surprised as his eyebrows furrowed upward with panicked eyes, “What? No, I love hearing you talk about this, you’re always so excited that it’s adorable.” He hated how fast your mood changed and started to worry if he had done something to make you feel that way. Did he look uninterested? Was he not responsive enough? 

“Did I do something to make you think I didn’t want to listen?”

You felt your cheeks grow warm at Jisung calling you adorable, and then felt your heart start beating loudly in your chest when he asked you that question with all the concern and worry in the world filling his eyes. You shot straight up in your seat, returning his gaze with astonishment, not expecting him to be so considerate. “No, no, you didn’t do anything wrong… I just…” You paused for a moment, trying to find the words without revealing too much on how you were feeling, “I just got nervous for a moment, I don’t know.”

Jisung nodded as you spoke, taking your hands in his as he gave you a reassuring smile, “Y/N, I promise there’s nothing more I’d love than to hear you talk. You could be explaining the most boring thing ever, and I would still listen to you happily.”

In the kitchen stood Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Minho who were watching the scene unfold before them as they prepared food for everyone, while the others were upstairs playing whatever video game upstairs. Seungmin narrowed his eyes as he watched Jisung reach for your hands, taking note of the flustered look on your face.

“I think Y/N likes him.”

Hyunjin and Minho turned to Seungmin for a moment, then looked back at you and Jisung, unsure what exactly Seungmin saw other than Jisung’s flirtations. 

Hyunjin let out an annoyed exhale as he continued to fry the eggs on the pan, then muttering, “There’s no way that’s possible. Y/N knows better.”

“I don’t know. Just look at them, they act like there’s no one else in the room when they’re together,” whispered Seungmin.

“I guess,” murmured Hyunjin, clearly upset about Seungmin’s hunch, “This is going to end terribly, isn’t it?”

Minho silently stood as he separated the ramen noodles that were boiling in the pot, humming along as he listened to the two younger boys angrily whisper. “I think it will be okay. I think our Jisungie has learned his lessons.”

The other two looked at him with disbelief, neither believing Jisung was capable of ever growing from the immature mindset he had for as long as they’ve known him. Hyunjin scoffed, “No, you don’t really think that, do you?”

Minho kept his eyes on the stove as the other two stared down at the back of his head, shrugging his shoulders, “Well, I could be wrong, I can’t exactly predict the future, but…” He then glanced back at the couch, smiling as Jisung made you laugh, “He treats them differently. I don’t know why, but he does. Don’t you two think so?”

Seungmin and Hyunjin stayed silent, not being able to deny Minho’s statement because they fully knew he wasn’t wrong. Everyone knew something in Jisung had changed when he had met you, and everyone saw how gently he treated you, almost as if he was scared he could scare you away with one little misstep.

“Whatever, I still don’t trust him,” Hyunjin grumbled, putting the last of the eggs on a plate.

Minho chuckled at both of the boy’s protectiveness, “That’s okay, no one is forcing you to, but remember, they’re both adults. They can do what they want, no matter how stupid we all think it is.”

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Months had gone by and there was no denying the small romance that had flourished between you and Jisung. You both were hopelessly head-over-heels for the other, to the point that everyone around you two had grown sick of it and was praying for the day where one of you would finally confess your feelings to the other. 

You had long given up on hiding your feelings for the boy from your friends, especially after one day Seungmin had confronted you and told you it was the most obvious thing in the world. Part of you had prepared yourself for Seungmin to berate you for your poor taste in men, especially after the plethora of warnings you had been given about Jisung, but instead, he was very supportive and wanted you to feel comfortable enough to talk to him about it, even if he thought you could do better.

Jisung had become a part of your daily life, spending nearly everyday with each other or at the very least, you both had become accustomed to texting one another throughout the day. You’d start your day either sending or receiving a ‘good morning’ text from him and you’d end your day the same way, except it was a ‘good night’ text. 

You’d often pay him a visit at his studio on days he had lost track of time, always letting yourself in after he had given you the passcode to the door, which he had only given to you, Minho, Chan, and Changbin. It came to you as a surprise when he gave you the code to his studio, insisting that you needed it so you could drop in whenever you wanted, telling you that you were always a welcomed guest at his studio. In reality, Jisung just wanted an excuse to see you more, and you had taken the bait as you would often show up with an iced americano in hand and whatever takeout food you were in the mood for that day.

If you ever had a long day of dance practice, Jisung would make sure to stop by to drop off a snack and drink as well, often receiving complaints from Minho over his blatant favoritism, accusing him of neglecting his best friend, which would cause Jisung to grow red from embarrassment. Despite his relentless teasing, Minho was more than proud to see how much Jisung had grown and how naturally caring for you had come to him. It was a side of Jisung no one had ever seen, and it was a very much welcomed change.

Today, you were sitting on the couch at Jisung’s apartment as he washed the dishes from the dinner you both had attempted to make, humming along as he put them in the drying rack. For some reason, you and Jisung had thought it would be a great idea to recreate a steak dish you both saw online and while it did not go terribly, the steaks ended up being a little too burnt for either of your liking. You were a bit disappointed, part of you feeling embarrassed you couldn’t even cook a proper meal in front of your crush, but he had lifted your spirits up by telling you it was an ‘excellent culinary choice’ to serve the steaks charred, shushing you each time you said the word burnt. 

Soon after, he took a seat next to you on the couch, flicking through the TV as he tried to find something to watch, but soon gave up as he turned to you, “Is there anything you wanna watch?” 

You scrunch up your face as you take a few seconds to think, clapping your hands excitedly once the idea hits you, “Have you ever watched Love is Blind? It’s kinda a dumb reality show, but I still haven’t seen the new season and it’s always a fun watch!”

Jisung furrowed his eyebrows quizzically, tilting his head to the side like a confused puppy, “Love is Blind? I’ve never heard of it, what's it about?”

“Never heard of it!? No way!” You gasped, a hand clasping over your mouth dramatically as he smiled adoringly at your antics, “It’s such a crazy show! Basically, a bunch of singles are trying to find the love of their lives, but they’re meeting people without ever seeing what they look like!”

“Oh, so they only get to talk to each other?”

“Yeah! And then they have to get engaged, and once that happens, they can finally meet face to face. They’re supposed to get married at the end of the series, but there’s always juicy drama going on before then!”

Jisung hummed, taking interest in the show's concept, “That’s cool, so they’re trying to see if love is truly blind?”

“Exactly!” You chirped, nodding with enthusiasm as you beamed at Jisung, waiting for his response.

“Sure, let’s watch it!” How could he ever say no to you when you’re smiling at him that way? He swore he felt his heart flutter the moment you smiled at him, the jubilation in your eyes making him become putty in your hands. “Do you really believe in that though? Like, unconditional love?”

You turned to him as you grabbed the remote from his hands, a bit taken aback from his question, “Well, I’ve already seen the other seasons and some couples have definitely proven that love can be blind, but love differs for everyone. I think that’s the beauty of this show though, loving someone despite their flaws and loving them for who they truly are.”

He leaned back on the couch, returning your gaze as he lost himself deep in thought, “Right, but do you think you could love someone unconditionally? Even if they’ve made mistakes in the past?”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you tried to understand where Jisung was coming from, a gentle smile gracing your features as you reached a comforting hand over his wrist, “Well, as long as those past mistakes aren’t murder or something, I don’t see why not. I’d like to think people are able to grow from their past.”

Jisung smiled as he sighed in relief, his other hand resting on top of yours, “Even me?”

“Especially you.” 

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It was a quiet and cold night as you curled up into Jisung’s side, your head resting on his chest with a leg thrown over his as his arms swaddled you into a tight embrace. It was peaceful and serene, the only sounds filling the room was the light pitter patter of rain against his bedroom window and the comforting beat of his heart. You tilted your head upwards and caught Jisung’s gaze, a relaxed smile on his face as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead, but you could’ve sworn you saw a glimmer of sadness in his eyes.

To be quite honest, you weren’t entirely sure what you and Jisung were, as neither of you had ever officially discussed labels, but you both were very aware of each other’s feelings for one another. There was no doubt that you both were more than just friends, but the label of partners or dating was something Jisung nervously tiptoed around. 

After a few weeks of these shared tender moments, you figured Jisung would soon ask you to be his, but the question never came and it filled you with nervousness. You didn’t want to pressure him, as you could sympathize with his concerns since he was very transparent with you about his hesitance from the very start.

Jisung was irrevocably in love with you and wanted nothing more than to make you his partner, but he would be lying to you if he wasn’t also terrified of the weight of that label. For so long, Jisung had convinced himself he was incapable of loving someone the way they deserved to be and never thought anyone would have ever fallen for him, especially someone as perfect as you. Perhaps it was your sheer kindness and undying belief in him, but he felt like a complete fraud, as if you had imagined him to be this amazing man that he could never be and has never been. He wasn’t ready to fall short of your expectations, he wasn’t ready to face the disappointed and heartbroken look on your face once you realized the rumors about him were complete truth.

He felt as if he was truly undeserving of someone as pure as you, someone so selfless and caring who approached their own feelings with so much confidence, while he was just a shamefully selfish man who didn’t know how to trust himself, who didn’t believe in his own ability to make his own partner happy, a man who was painfully insecure and unsure of who he was.

He wanted you with every fiber of his being and desperately wanted to be the very reason behind your smiles, laughter, and happiness. He so greedily desired to see his own reflection in your eyes for the rest of his life, a sight that he wanted to treasure for the rest of life and the thought of you looking at someone else that way physically pained him.

Yet, his fear of hurting you and disappointing everyone else around him held him back from chasing those feelings and Seungmin’s words from months ago ruminated in his mind as a constant reminder of his past failures. He would not be able to shoulder the burden of hurting you, the guilt would completely eat him up because at the end of the day, it would be his fault for fooling you into the idea that he was capable of giving you that movie perfect love story. For crying out loud, he’s Han Jisung, the guy everyone hated and criticized for his ineptitude of romantic relations. He knew what you wanted, he knew you were growing impatient and scared over his inaction, but his anxieties held him captive in a standstill, and he was not strong enough to challenge it.

All he could tell you was that he needed more time, that he was afraid and needed the chance to grow that confidence in himself once more, but he knew time was finite and he was running out of it. 

As he kissed your forehead, he felt his heart flinch as a pang of sadness flooded his body, forcefully fighting the overwhelming adoration and affection he had for you. He was petrified at the way his body slowly began to reject the feelings of love he had for you, fear and insecurities consuming it as if everything you had to offer nothing. All rational thinking had left him in that moment as panic took over his thoughts, angrily yelling at him for being such an idiot to think anything would ever change. How stupid he was to lead on another innocent person and how he was only going to hurt them, just like all the others before him. How idiotic he was for thinking he was ever deserving of love, as love does not wish to know him. 

He just couldn’t be your love.

God, if he wasn’t such a selfish asshole, maybe then he could’ve saved you from his own carelessness. If he had only heeded the warnings of his friends, but once again, he has fallen into the trap of self-centered needs outweighing the feelings of others. If he had only stayed your friend and nothing more, if he had only not-

“Y/N, I don’t think this is going to work.”

Did he really say that out loud? He held his breath as he cursed himself for acting so quickly out of fear, his heart stopped as he watched you stiffen in his own arm. You silently sat yourself up, his arms falling to the mattress as you turned to him with tears filling your eyes, your lips trembling as you tried to contain a sob.

Oh, how Jisung just wished the world would swallow him whole in that moment, his heart completely shattering at the sight of your crestfallen face. He looked into your watery eyes to only realize that this time, the reflection of your eyes showed the source of your sorrow, an expression he had wished he never had the misfortune to witness. 

“I… I’m sorry, I just-”

You shook your head, raising a hand to signal him to stop talking, refusing to take an explanation from him, “It’s okay. I was afraid this would happen.”

You forced a tightlipped smile, taking a deep breath through your nose as you tried to keep yourself together, faintly whispering a broken “Please don’t text or call me.”

Jisung shot up as he watched you get up from his bed, trying to scramble after you as you made your way to his front door, grabbing your belongings on the way. He didn’t realize how much he was already crying until he tried to speak to you, but it all came out in a blubbering sob. “Y/N, please, listen to me…” He begged you to listen to him, pleaded for you to try to understand where this was all coming from and to understand that he still loved you so much despite how selfish his actions are, yet you never gave him a chance.

“Jisung, please. I don’t care why, I don’t want to know,” you croaked between sobs, doing your best to maintain your composure as you faced the front door, refusing to look at him. “I just feel like an idiot. I should’ve listened to what people said about you.”

There you went, leaving his apartment and shutting the door in his face with force, leaving Jisung to confront nothing, but his own cowardice. 

Once again, Jisung fell into the trap of his own self-centered thinking, getting lost in his own immaturity as he became the victim of the circumstances he created. If he had only realized that he wasn't alone in this battle of his own conscience, if he had only realized you would've fought each insecurity and fear with him.

Oh, woe is me, Han Jisung. Only a fool would be afraid of love.

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Could I request some mk1 kenshi content? I love him so much it’s insane, gn or fem reader preferred plz! Maybe a crush or s/o reader whatever you’d like!

Of course! I’ve never written for Kenshi before, so I’m basing this off of stuff I’ve read of MK1 and kind of what I think he would act like. I’ll just write for Fem. Reader since that’s what I’ve been doing lately, if you don’t mind! I kept it SFW btw.

Kenshi x Fem. Reader

Kenshi is not one to fall in love so easily, but he did with her.

How could he not? She was everything he wanted. Everything he needed.

Kenshi will not tell her everything on the very first date. His past runs deep, as well as its scars.

He does not want to scare her away, so he plays it cool.

He is a sweetie, he will bring her beautiful flowers and watch her face light up.

It makes him chuckle and feel warm.

Since attempting his searches for Sento, he put his love life on hold.

So he is a little out of touch with that side of him.

He will go to Johnny for advice on keeping her interested, as well as to make her happier.

Seeing her happy makes Kenshi happy.

Kenshi does not make an effort to cover his tattoos. Yes, they are a part of his past but they are engraved on his skin.

There’s nothing he can do about it. He’s not insecure about it.

Is he proud? No. But insecure? No, not at all.

Sometimes she will trace the patterns with her gentle finger tips as he sighs contently.

She makes him feel at peace despite all of his mistakes.

When Kenshi loses his sight, she is inconsolable. She hates to see her lover in so much pain.

Kenshi had to adjust very quickly, and Sento was a huge help.

When he isn’t using Sento, like if he’s relaxing or lounging around, he will rely on his other senses to help him get around.

Since losing his sight, his other senses heightened.

At first, his s/o did need to help him with a few things such as getting into the shower without falling or getting around, but Kenshi was quick to adjust and get around on his own.

He may be blind but that doesn’t mean he is completely disabled.

Sometimes Kenshi will take off his blindfold and at first he was skeptical as he did not want to scare his s/o, but she insisted on it.

She thinks Kenshi is just as handsome as the day she met him, with empty eye sockets and all.

Kenshi is not insecure about his eye sockets, he is just concerned for his s/o getting scared or grossed out.

But she is neither, she loves that Kenshi is comfortable enough to do that with her. It makes her feel special.

After establishing the beginning of their relationship, Kenshi sits down with his s/o and tells her about his Yakuza past.

He understands if she does not want anything to do with him. It’s a scary life and he would hate for her to be in any danger.

So he gives her the option to leave and never come back.

But she doesn’t.

She grabs Kenshi’s hands and tells him that she will stick by him no matter what his past entails. She fell in love with every part of him, his past did not concern her.

What mattered to her was their future together.

This was relieving to Kenshi. He felt accepted and his love for her ran much deeper after this conversation.

She is everything to him, he would do anything and everything to protect her.

With his senses being heightened, he can feel when she is staring at him.

At first he was a little nervous as to why she was staring at him so much until he asked her, and she explained that she thought he was so handsome that she could not help but stare.

This flustered Kenshi and he was stuttering just a little bit, but he had a smile on his lips with a small blush dusting his cheeks.

She never failed to make him smile.

Kenshi did not plan to fall in love, but boy did he fall hard.

#mortal kombat #mk 1 #mk1 2023 #mk1 #mortal kombat x reader #kenshi takahashi #mk kenshi #kenshi takashi x reader #mortal kombat kenshi

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Part 7

reblog and comment plz <3 i read every one of them and love them all

also here's the masterpost

Damian knew Phantom used echolocation to locate this ravine in the first place, but the question was whether Damian could try the same thing. Damian hugged the walls of the cliff face, keeping his body flush against the surface, and lurking around corners and behind obstacles. The coast was clear.

Clearing his throat, he let out a high-pitched click, projecting it as far as his voice could carry. Immediately, his sensitive ears picked up the echoes coming back in layers. While the sound he sent was singular, the echoes came back in staggered waves, with layers of different pitches and tones and brief silent spells over the course of a millisecond.

This echolocation was useless!

Damian weighed his options. He could approach the surface, but there was no telling if Skulker had a vessel nearby where he could lick his wounds. The worst thing he could do was just hand himself on a silver platter to the creep. On the other hand, he doubted a flashlight would be very useful at the very depths of the ocean.

He still had to try.

Damian’s backside tingled with a light pressure, a feeling he’d come to associate with his lateral line. He armed the wrist ray on his left hand, and grabbed the Anti-Creep Stick with the other. Scanning the ravine revealed no other sirens or fish, but a slight stirring caught his eye.

Damian squinted at the crevice on the opposite side of the bark, not quite sure of what he was supposed to be looking at, until his nose caught the smell. There was definitely something there, but it didn’t smell like another siren the way Phantom and the teenage girls did.

An octopus then?

Octopodes were intelligent creatures, beautiful examples of the ocean’s biodiversity.

But Phantom needed sustenance, and he couldn’t afford for Damian to be picky. However, he put away the bat regardless. He wasn’t so cruel as to bash its head in to death. No, he would make it quick.

Damian unsheathed his claws, and coiled up his tail. Hopefully it wasn’t one of the poisonous varieties. He truly did not want to test Phantom’s immunities at the moment. Like a tiger waiting to leap, Damian kept his body still, and scrutinised the rock for the slightest deviation in colour…

There! Damian pounced. The octopus’s colour returned to its natural yellow pallor. His hands wrapped around its bulbous head. Score! Now to kill it. Sorry octopus, your sacrifice will not be in vain.

However, the mollusk was not about to give up without a fight. Suckered tentacles slapped at Damian’s face. The slimy skin of its head allowed it to slip out of its grasp. As Damian went to activate the wrist ray, a cloud of ink spurted right into his face, and he lost track of it.

Dammit! Damian let out some uncouth words under his breath, and banged his hand on the rock.

Hunting for food was difficult. Theoretically it should’ve been simple. Find something edible, kill it, bring it back, but everything Damian found was either too small to be worth the effort, or too big to risk his life. Multiple times Damian was forced to dive around corners or into claustrophobic cracks as ocean behemoths crossed his path. He couldn’t even find a patch of seaweed or algae this deep into the trench.

He was running out of options as the sun began to set above. Damian was starving himself, and it was getting frustrating. His body was not adapted to thrive in these waters, or maybe it was, and he just didn’t know how.

Either way, the exhaustion of the hunt began to take its toll on him. Far from providing for Phantom’s recovery, he had only wasted his own energy for nothing. Each failed kill, each accumulated bruise left him more and more anxious. That was why when he spotted a lone anglerfish creeping up from the depths, Damian decided to challenge it.

She, for male anglerfish were absolutely tiny satellites to the females, drifted into the twilight zone where Damian caught sight of her. She was almost half his size, and her teeth seemed as big as his fingers Her lure glowed brightly against the darkness of the deep ocean, as little fish wandered closer to the ‘sun’ and got chomped for their troubles. She was truly beautiful.

Hiding behind a small shelf, Damian aimed the wrist ray. The gills should allow him to subdue her quickly. Then securing the kill should be easy.

Damian waited. Just a little closer…

Then he fired.

The light of the shot was almost blinding. When the glare faded, Damian saw not a dead anglerfish, but a very much alive one dashing away. No! Damian sprung into a sprint after her. This may well be his last chance to get anything edible. He had to give chase.

Thankfully he’d gotten a lot of practice the last few others. As the anglerfish tried to round a corner, Damian grabbed its tailfin with his claws, digging in to try and slow it down.

Instead, the angler swerved to the side. Its powerful muscles slammed Damian against the rocky wall. Damian cried out in pain, and his grip loosened enough for the angler to get away.

Damian groaned. Not another one.

Damian lay there, dizzy from pain and exhaustion, watching morosely as the scraped scales healed themselves before his eyes, taking up valuable energy that he did not have to spare. Night fell. Without light, the next few quarries would be even more difficult, if not impossible. What he would do for Alfred’s cooking right about now. He would never make trouble at the dinner table again, if he ever got out of this alive.

His lateral line spiked up again, but Damian just felt tired. Sighing, he readied himself for another beating. How the might have fallen…

He noticed a beam of light shining from around a corner. Hushed voices followed. They were speaking Atlantean! Damian’s heart soared. He didn’t know they were this close to Aquaman’s territory! He knew there were a small number of settlements in the Pacific, but he never expected to stumble into one of them!

“Over here, I require assistance!” He called out.

The whispers rose into rushed conversation he couldn’t make out. Soon he found a light being shined on him, and two Atlantean soldiers, a man and a woman, pointing their spears at him. What?

“State your business here, siren.”  The venom in the woman’s voice was palpable. Belatedly, Damian realised it was hasty of him to assume good relations between the two ocean peoples. However, this was his last shot.

“Please, my companion is injured and requires medical assistance. I swear on my name that we do not mean you harm.” Damian pleaded, with complete earnestness. He even added a whimper at the end to make himself look more vulnerable, more childlike and unthreatening, even if it was beneath him.

The man laughed. “Hah! I’ve heard that one before, punk. But if you think you’re gonna pull one over us easily, you’re shit outa luck. Your kind’s not welcome in these waters, now scram.”

Damian’s mouth gaped open. Did these people have not the slightest compassion? He often criticised his father’s habit of picking up strays, but deep down he knew that that trait was a quality of his character, and not a flaw. These Atlanteans could not even be bothered to spare him a glance outside of telling him to leave. Their eyes did not hold compassion, or sympathy, or even pity, only hardened wariness, and contempt.

“Please, I beg of you.”

The soldiers bared their spears at him. “I said scram, siren! Go back to your pod and stay there.”

Damian gave them his best glare as he turned tail and swam.

Only, he stopped once he turned a corner, but was still in earshot.

“Damn sirens, sinking to new lows. What next, a baby?” The male soldier muttered, his voice trailing off as the two returned to their patrol.

Patrolling soldiers meant an outpost, maybe even a settlement. And that meant food, medical supplies, and weapons. Damian knew a golden opportunity when he saw one. If these miscreants would not grant him the aid requested, then who was Damian to decide he didn’t need permission?

And so Damian stalked them closely. He trailed behind the duo of soldiers a dozen or so metres away, using his lateral line and nose to keep close track of their movements. A sense of calm quelled the ever present instinctual fear of being out in the open, as the familiarity of stalking targets washed over him. He almost didn’t have to try, with how terrible their situational awareness. If he were in king of the ocean’s shoes, he’d be very disappointed with his underlings’ performance.

Perhaps he’d have to snitch on them to Aquaman once this was all over. That would be suitable revenge.

The soldiers unwittingly guided him through the ravine, finally ascending. Above the cliff shelf, about two hundred metres away, stood an Atlantean settlement. Looks like he managed to catch them at the end of their route. Excellent.

Damian estimated the town’s circumference to be around ten kilometres, judging by parallax. He could just spot scores of Atlanteans going about their day, kicking their legs about to swim in a way that seemed so clumsy after seeing Phantom zip through the waves. The buildings stretched out from the flat sandy planes to jutting out from the sides of cliffs.

What was more important was the fields. Huge fields full of leafy plants he had never seen before. Along the cliff face, vines weaved between stone supports bearing strange fruits.

Damian grinned.

Now, all he needed to do was infiltrate.

#merman #dpxdc #danny fenton #damian wayne #dcxdp #merboy #angst #mermaid au #transformation angst #mermaid instincts #animal instincts #lateral lines #atlanteans #atlantis #it's a colony lmao

[scarlet-fantasies]

OBNOXIOUS EREN WHEN ???

Hi anon!

Gosh sorry I took so long, but I finally came up with something. And its lengthy so that's the good part. I wish I could make content faster but I just get so tied up. But anyways, I will try to write more and faster since I have break for a couple of weeks. :)

writers block plz dont attack me

-Scarlet

Obnoxious Bf Eren Hcs

::Description::

Eren being an obnoxious boyfriend and you, his gf, being annoyed/embarrassed 25/8 by him. Just a lot of things he does that you have to put up with that can be hot, annoying, or even embarrassing.

::𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬:: sfw & slight nsfw

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𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡

𝐼𝑛𝑏𝑜𝑥 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛

𝐶𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑗𝑜𝑖𝑛 --> 𝑇𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

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© 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑡-𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑒𝑠 // 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑙, 𝑟𝑒𝑢𝑠𝑒, 𝑟𝑒𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠. 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑒. // 2021-𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑡.

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💚Run, right now!

💚If you’re his first love and he knows, he brings it up to tease you. In front of his or your friends.

💚One time you were with Mikasa and him and you did something for him and he had to tease.

💚“Cause I’m your first love, hmm right?”

💚“No.” You'd eye roll, already annoyed with him.

💚“Yeah it is, liar. C’mere.” He’d smirk pulling you into a headlock and ruffling your hair and telling you that he’s your first love. “It’s cause you like me, admit it, I'm your first love.”

💚“Let me go, you’re ruining my hair Eren!” You'd complain, trying to get out of his grip.

it was totally harmless tho

💚He loves squishing your face and calling you cute to make you get upset. He does it to annoy you and see you flustered if you are the type.

💚When you have sleepovers with Mikasa he intervenes and tries to get in on your girl talks. “So who’s this crush you had before you met me, babe?”

💚“Buzz off, this our girl time.” Mikasa would argue as you avert your eyes and hope your friend can get him to leave.

💚Eren will sometimes causally walk by you and instead of saying hello he playfully bites your ear.

💚"You know 'hi' is nice too." You'd complain with your hands up in a bit of defeat in trying to explain to him that his antics were not in any way romantic.

💚Speaking of biting he likes tackling you down to the floor and biting you playfully.

💚He won’t wrestle but kinda fights you in a way, he just likes to see you try to move him or get out of his hold. He likes seeing you use your strength on him and then he just easily turns you around or stops you with like no effort.

💚Would arm wrestle with you for sure just to show off his muscles.

💚He’s literally so annoying that before you do it he has to take his shirt off so you can see his toned body.🙄

💚Pokes your sides all the time!

💚Loves to point out that you like him or have a crush on him. Or even that you think he’s hot.

💚“Aww my girl has a crush on me.” He’d grin, leaving you to eye roll.

💚Or even, “So I’m hot, huh? What do you like about me so much?” He’d smirk, causing you to look away.

💚“I don’t know—“

💚“Hmm, you don’t know?” He’d tease.

💚“I never said you were hot—“

💚“You’re not a good liar.”

💚If you’re short he loves to make fun of you by calling you fun size and by holding objects above you so that you can’t reach it even when you jump.

💚Or even if you have a baby face or you look younger than you are because of your height or appearance he teases you about you being a kid.

💚Like one time you were out at a restaurant and looking at the menus before ordering and he was like, “you’re supposed to order from the kids menu.” He teased with a huge smirk on his face making you kick him under the table.

💚Or he just likes to ruffle your hair and he’ll call you kiddo even tho you’re not.

💚When he is over he’ll look around the room and if you have something “girly” or “personal” he’s gonna tease.

💚“Babe, can I read your diary?”

💚“No, it’s personal.”

💚“Why not, it’s when you were 12 I’m sure you wrote about really cute things.”

💚“I was weird at 12!” You’d admit, snatching the book away.

💚“What? I doubt it, I bet you were cute.”

💚“I thought these were for kids.” He’d point at the stuffed animals.

💚“Aww you have a night light, are you scared of the dark?”

💚And when he sleeps over he’s just more annoying by making fun of your pjs if there not sexy.

💚“Aren’t those kid pajamas?” He’d laugh seeing you wear this fluffy pajamas with a bear print.

💚“I get cold.”

💚“You look so cute, babe. C’mere.”

💚When you’re brushing your teeth for the night he offers to do it for you but he just put tooth paste on your nose.

💚He’ll also lock you in place when you cuddle so you can never get up

💚When cuddling he likes to hold you in different positions and he’ll even do that leg flip challenge just to smack your ass cause you didn’t even know what it is. So he gets away with it.

💚It was literally extra embarrassing when his brother walked in too.

💚“Damn I need to knock.” Zeke would say before leaving you two be.

💚Sometimes he just tells you to pick something up so he can comment on your butt.

💚Will eat something gross and then kiss you since you don’t like the taste.

💚Tries to hug you when he’s sweaty and you get upset.

💚He also loves to not shave his facial hair just to see you get upset when he starts to poke you just for a kiss.

💚Because he’s taller and maybe towers over you he’s stared down at your chest cause he could see and pulls it to look more.

💚When he walks past you he sometimes lifts your skirt up.

💚If your laying in the bed he grabs you by your ankle sometimes.

💚Will make fun of your baby pictures. “You looked so adorable being that mad, you still give the same face.”

💚Calls you a big baby and you always argue about it.

💚Flicks your forehead for no reason or when you tell him a concern of yours.

💚“Silly girl, I know you didn’t mean it.”

💚“Ow, Eren.”

💚If you ask him to braid your hair he will put the hair in your face to give you a mustache

💚He actually likes to do your hair tho.

💚When you argue and you turn your back to him he turns you to face him.

💚Tickle fights that have no limits, like your skirt could ride up fully and he doesn’t care.

💚He’d even tickle your boobs if he has access to it.

💚Sits on you like you’ll be laying on his bed or couch and he just decides to put his body weight on you.

💚“Eren get off!”

💚“This is my bed.” He’d sass.

💚“Im not a bed!”

💚Puts you over his should and slaps your ass

💚Points out your jealousy, “I didn’t think you could be any cuter, but you being jealous is really adorable babe.”

💚Finds all your reactions so cute that he just has to do something all the time.

💚He loves pretending to drop you

💚He randomly pulls you on top of him

💚Bc he is taller he puts his shirt over your head sometimes and you get so annoyed.

💚If you have a ponytail he will pull on it.

💚He has a very obnoxious laugh and so you hear quiet often when he is teasing you.

💚One thing he does when you get upset and try to fit him is wrap his arms around you so you can’t budge.

💚He will wrestle you, i fact he’ll even do arm wrestling with you.

💚And if you’re really weak he has let you win once or twice and if you’re strong he’s lost but says he’s distracted.

💚He will make bets about it.

💚“If I win, no pants.” He’d smirk, knowing he’s probably going to win now.

💚“That isn’t even fair . . . Fine then, if I win no kisses for a week.”

💚“You’re on.”

💚Because you two have been together for a while He sometimes gets curious about the panties your wear and pulls back your pants just to see what you have on.

💚And if he gets really comfortable he sticks his hand in and tries to massage your ass.

💚One thing he loves doing is asking if he can touch your butt when it’s really being on display by you bending down or whatever.

💚“Can i feel how plump it is?”

💚“Eren!”

💚“What? I thought it looked cute.”

💚“It’s not!”

💚“Yes it is.”

💚Or he just teases you about how much you have.

💚“I wonder how much it weighs.”

💚“Shut up!”

💚“It really looks like a bit.”

💚He defiantly clutches your ass.

💚Eren loves seeing you oblivious so he always says suggestive things.

💚He makes bets with you and you usually lose

💚You two steal the blanket from each other so to end the war he just grabs a hold of you instead.

💚He makes jokes about putting a kid leash on you or squeaky tracker to not lose you in a crowd.

💚If you’re shorter he sometimes will pretend he doesn’t see you by continuing to look up. “Babe where are you?”

💚Will undo any bow or clip in your hair randomly or even something that needed to be tied like now of a shirt or on pants.

💚When he hugs you sometimes and pulls you in a for a deep hug he unclasps your bra.

💚Sometimes you can sense it and try to stop him but he always catches your hand or moves fast enough.

💚You sometimes call him werewolf and he gets so upset he’ll chase you around until your tired.

💚He has sometimes told you to give him a piggy back ride by jumping on top of you, to which you end up falling forward since you don’t expect the weight.

💚“Eren, get off.” You'd complain.

💚“Babe, it’s your turn to carry.”

💚“I can’t!”

💚He likes to make jokes that you need to learn how to kiss so he sometimes tries to instruct you while kissing you. “So then closer, closer, and now look at me—don’t laugh, you’re supposed to focus on kissing better.” He’d scold still making you giggle as he tried to “guide” you.

💚“This is silly.” You’d laugh earning a big grin from him as he cupped your face with his hands.

💚“You’re so fucking adorable.” He’d say before crashing his lips onto yours.

💚If you are ever feeling embarrassed or feel shy to say something, he loves embarrassing you more.

💚~~“What’s the matter, cat caught your tongue?”

💚~~“You know you’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

💚~~“Aww, look at you getting all red.”

💚Takes your pens or pencils without asking and tells you that if you want them back you have to say the magic word

💚Sometimes he takes the one that's in your hand just to see you annoyed with him.

💚Randomly gives hickies anywhere while trying to do things and you won’t really notice until it’s too late he’s done more than just kissing.

💚Points out the hicky he gives.

💚“It looks nice.”

💚“Shut up.”

💚“It looks so nice, I’m gonna show my brother. Ze—“

💚“No!” You’d shout immediately covering his mouth.

💚“I’m kidding, babe. I would never.” He’d laugh.

💚Randomly scooping you up and holding you in his arms.

💚Bring up embarrassing moments that you’ve had only with him.

💚“Remember when your nose bled while I kissed you.”

💚“That was because of the heat!" You'd remind.

💚“Sure.” He’d eye roll.

💚Or even, “Do you remember when you tripped over that rock at my house and you were about to cry?”

💚“I wasn’t going to cry.”

💚“Yeah right. You had teary eyes.”

💚“I was in pain.”

💚“Remember when that lady thought you were a kid? At the park?”

💚“Why do you always remember the weird stuff?!” 😭

💚Wants to see your baby pictures and asks for copy’s so he can keep them in his books as bookmarks and that when he reads a book he can look it and show you it.

💚“Awww this is when you had your diaper changed.”

💚“What?!!”

💚“I’m kidding, it’s a picture of when you liked bubble baths, you even had a rubber ducky.”

💚You’d frown, finding it to be a bit embarrassing as he just went on.

💚“It’s not much different now, you still like baths—but I took your ducky’s place now.” He’d smirk, making you blush.

💚Though being playful you'd respond, "Maybe, but you're not as cute as him."

💚He keeps a lot of the pictures and you beg him to get rid of them but he just won’t.

💚Speaking of which he loves randomly taking pictures of you when you’re caught of guard just to keep for himself.

💚When driving he sometimes revs the car and even when he says he won’t he’s just lying all to get you to scream.

💚He hits on you all the time even tho he’s dating you.

💚Won’t tell you if you have crumbs or whipped cream on your cheek he thinks you’re too cute. Well that doesn't last because he thinks he can just lick it off and you look at him with a really serious face of like 'seriously, were are in public?!?!?!'

💚Even if you two are married he’s still obnoxious no matter what because he will just randomly ask things like:

💚~~“Babe, do you wanna make little Erens?”

💚~~“Sex?�� While you’re like trying to relax and it’s just so awkward 😂

💚He mostly says it because he’s joking tho and to see you get shy or annoyed, kinda depends on your mood.

💚Loves talking about you and how hot you are to him.

@bi-effing-simp @lucifugovs @xxghoulishspritexx @sp00ksic0la @keithandlevi-ontheroof @songbirdgardensworld

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[dyradoodles]

Hiiiiii! 💕 I was just wondering….. what are your preferences for Zack & Seph? Do you ship ‘em, is it up to circumstance, does the age matter to you/do you consider their age and their gap? Why not even throw in how you fell in love with Zack & Seph to begin with? Do you have sources?? MLA format for Zack’s fandom page???

*plops down on floor*

Details plz! ❤️

Ah yes hello person that I definitely do not know, who definitely didn't see me say I could write an essay about this very subject on discord LMFAO

I'll put the actual essay under a cut for people who don't want to scroll through my Many Feelings about these two lol As a TLDR to your questions:

Yes I ship them, but also Yes it's up to circumstance! Yes I consider their canon ages/the age gap (which most visibly manifests in me only drawing them platonically if I'm drawing Zack as a Second/with the puppy hair, or writing a fic taking place during CC)! I was actually into Aeriseph first and stumbled into ZackSeph fics, and realized it was a similar dynamic, but with someone who spent time with Seph canonically before he went bananas! All of this was before CC came out and I've been loving these characters for 20+ years!

To borrow a phrase (from crylin iirc), honestly, I like just seeing them standing next to each other, romantic or no LMAO <3

NOW, FOR THE ESSAY.

So to expand on what I said earlier, I think it's obvious from my blog and ZS server that I ship these two LMAO That said, the way I ship them is based heavily on the era of fandom before CC was a thing. I got into FF7 around 2002 (possibly earlier, I just don't have the dates on drawings that old), five years before CC came out. At the time, we knew next to nothing about Zack beyond the very short clips of him in OG. So, fandom did what fandom does best, and tried to fill in the blanks!

Some of the efforts to figure out who Zack was went all the way down to his name, because it's Zakkusu in Japanese. So you'll see him as Zax, too - There were heated debates on whether to use Zack or Zax. And no last name! Fandom had to come up with surnames themselves. We also didn't have much of a reference beyond his polygon model, which seemed to have darker skin and, (as many fics described it) violet eyes. It was also assumed that, since he was a First who worked closely with Sephiroth, he was probably around Sephiroth's age. You likely already see where I'm going with this, laying all that out lol The Zack I draw and write is very much based on that time period, and if I'm honest, that's the character I really ship with Seph. I still joke in my fics sometimes that Zack's last name might be Donovan or Darklighter, etc., which are old fandom surnames!

Now, obviously CC came out and threw all this on its head, because we finally got a whole GAME about this (important!) minor character. I have many beefs with CC's writing and Square's insistence that so many of their characters need to be child prodigies (they can't ALL be prodigies, Square!!!). With Zack going from an assumed early 20s to suddenly being 16, and all the craziness of CC's plot, the way I approached the ship changed as well.

This is where I would firmly say my stance is: I don't think Seph had any interest in Zack romantically, in CC. Because that's a kid lmao If I'm engaging with the Compilation as a whole, I definitely lean way more into the mentor/mentee relationship for the two of them. As a personal rule, I only draw them platonically if Zack's got the puppy hair, because that was the most obvious visual cue I could think of that could draw that line between Zack's teen years vs. adult. If Seph managed to not go insane, then yeah, later in life I could still see them getting together! But clearly that's already AU territory lmfao

Ultimately, what I like best about Zack & Seph is how they treat each other (while Seph is still sane lol). That goes for platonically and romantically. Zack is so genuine and kind, and treats Seph the way he always wanted to be treated - like he's human. He can joke around with Seph in a way most people simply can't. Meanwhile, Seph treats Zack's feelings with respect, even during the times he's laughing at Zack for being ridiculous. He's also honest with Zack. He answers truthfully when Zack asks what's wrong, and it's clear that it's because he knows Zack is not a threat; Zack will take Seph's feelings seriously, too. I can enjoy the drama of the trauma and heartbreak that comes with Sephiroth's descent into villainy, but my favorite stuff definitely involves a lot of Nibelheim fix-it fics lol

Despite all the changes CC made to Zack and his relationship to Sephiroth (RIP Second in Command Zax Donovan/Darklighter/Knightblade, my beloved), their actual dynamic with regard to how they treat each other stayed, miraculously, intact. That's the real reason they're still my favorite characters, and how my enjoyment of FF7 has remained as strong as it is after literal decades. Square can retcon as many things as they want in the Compilation, but they'll never stop me from making art and fic of the characters I grew up with. Unless I get a C&D for some reason LMFAO Until then, I'll keep enjoying my AUs (and if anything, I have even more reason to enjoy them now that AUs themselves are canon - you bet your ass I'll be in the AUs where ONLY OG happened and I can ignore everything else LOL)

Thank you for the questions!! It was fun to get all my thoughts written down in one huge chunk, as opposed to my typical disjointed ramblings to my friends. Hopefully it was an interesting read!

Sources:

Fanlore. “Zack Fair.” The Organization for Transformative Works, 2 Jan. 2023, fanlore.org/wiki/Zack_Fair.

Doodles, Dyra. "Way Too Much Fandom Lurking." Dyra's Childhood to Adulthood, Copious Amounts of Fanfiction, 3 Apr. 2024

#zackseph #sephzack #ask #yes the sources are in MLA format #yes I put perhaps too much effort into this #I HAVE NO CHILL WRT FF7 LMAO

[ladylooch]

Our Little Family - The Woods

Note: Our wonderful 👢 anon has another submission for our Woody Family! Plz excuse me because I am EMOTIONAL

From the Author: This one is a little personal, it made me teary. But I promise things will start to get better for our little family.

There is a little bit of angst, mentions of anxiety attack.

Hope you guys enjoy.

This is the one that your worst nightmare happens.

You're so ready to go back home. Summer is almost ending, and it's almost time to go back home, finally.

Things are okay most of the time. Sometimes you think about if you're going to meet one of his exes and he'll realize you're not it for him. You're just hopeful that it doesn't happen.

So when miles ask you to go out with him for coffee with his friends. You ask if he's sure he wants you there and you don't mind him going alone. After all, those are his friends. But he insists, and you can't say no to him. When he's whispering into your ear and his growing bulge on your ass. So yeah, you agree.

After amazing sex like always, you're in the bathroom getting some light makeup going. There's not so much going on with your hair, jeans, a blouse, and small heel. You feel good.

You meet Miles downstairs while he talks to Lily. Boy, he looks good, and it's not fair. He didn't even put any effort into getting ready. Lily coos happily seeing you.

She's so much like him. He'll be in so much trouble when she's older. You guys are dropping Lily at his parents for a couple of hours.

Cheryl is so excited seeing her grandbaby when you guys are dropping her off. You thank his mom before you guys are on your way to the coffee shop.

You're a little ball of anxiety. After all, those are his friends, and you want to make a good impression. Miles senses that, he places his hand on your thigh, showing you that he's there and you can relax. Easier said than done.

Things are okay, you guys are laughing and having fun. Until you leave to use the bathroom. When you're back, Miles' ex is at the table with them, seated next to him.

You curse trying to hide yourself to get your shit together and control your brain and anxiety. You take a deep breath, putting your mask on.

She looks at you head to toe. You feel your skin crawl because yeah, that's not a good look. Miles gives you the "I'm sorry" look. You just nod. "Babe, come sit with me," Miles tells you, You're up just looking at them. God, they were a beautiful couple, and now he's with you. You shake your head to get your thoughts together. "I would, but my seat is taken." You inform him.

Miles just looks at you, motioning for you to go to him. You nod and move to be beside him. He smiles before pulling you to sit on his lap. He pecks your lips, then rests his forehead on your cheek.

You're almost shaking on top of him. This is your worst fear happening right in front of you. She keeps giving you looks that make you want to hide under a rock.

The worst look is the one that follows after one of his friends talks about Lily. You know what she's thinking about you. You're trying to engage in the conversation, but it's not easy.

Miles is in the conversation, and you're not. When he looks at you, you're not in the moment. He can see that you're taking long, deep breaths. He's never seen you like this. So he worries.

Grabbing his phone, he says that it's time for you guys to go. He pokes your side so you can look at him. When you do, he smiles, saying that it's time to go. You can't talk, so you just nod. Saying your goodbyes.

You walk slowly, holding his hand. He asks if you're okay. The only answer he gets is a nod. He doesn't like this at all. He wants to help you but he doesn't know how.

Closing your eyes as he drives you back to his parents. Your mind is going crazy. Why did they break up ? Did he settle for you ? Is being with you something he wants ? Why did he start dating you ? Some of the thoughts that are going through your mind.

You think about Lily, grounding yourself, her smell, her soft giggles, her smile. Everything about your daughter that you can hang on to it. You're doing.

He keeps glancing at you over the mirror, your eyes still closed. He's so worried but he can't get you to talk to him. Miles squeeze your thigh and asks if you're okay. The only thing you can do is nod.

When you finally speak, he's parking the car. "Can we go inside for a little bit ?" You ask miles, your voice coming so soft and defeated. He agrees. You don't think you can stay in the car without completely breaking down.

You guys head inside, seeing your baby gives you some inner peace. Cheryl notices that something is off with you, so she brings Lily right away. Having your daughter in your arms is good.

You sit on the couch, holding lily tight. She's holding your necklace and cuddling close. You ask Miles for a cup of water. He nods and moves to the kitchen.

Cheryl follows him. Miles has his head in his hands. His mom rests her hand on his shoulder, asking him what happened. He says that everything was fine, but you guys ran into his ex. After that, you completely changed.

She nods, asking if he ever talked to you about that or anything really. He shakes his head, "she's always the one that asks things mom." Cheryl is surprised, "So you're telling me that you don't check on your fiance ? That you don't know what is going on with her ? If she's struggling ?"

He replies with a soft yeah. "Son, I know I had my doubts before, but she's an amazing woman and mom. You need to appreciate her as your fiance. She has struggles. She needs to know you're there for her." Miles looks at his mom. "She doesn't talk to me, mom."

She looks at him. "Then you're not trying hard enough. If you drop at the first time, she says that's nothing, then I still have work to do." She moves to grab the water for you. "She is your fiance, and she needs to know that she's your priority too. She knows you'll drop anything for Lily, but does she knows you'll do the same for her?"

Miles is stunned by his mom's words. Is he really doing this to you ? Why did you never say anything ? He said that he was going to be better, but he's clearly failing.

He thanks his mom and moves to take you the water. You smile softly, thaking him. You look so tired. That's not you.

Lily is out in your arms. You work carefully to drink your water without disturbingLily. And you succeed. Taking a few sips of water. He asks if you want to stay a little while or go.

You say go and that you need a nap. He nods, helping you get up. You say goodbye to his parents and thank them. Miles places Lily in her carseat as you settle in the passenger seat.

You watch them in the backseat. He seats in the driver. He holds your hand, bringing to his mouth. "Can you talk to me ?" He asks you softly. "I can't right now, babe. I don't have the strength. Can you talk after my nap ?" He nods and drives you guys home.

You go straight to shower, then bed. Miles picks Lily, all her things taking her inside. When he gets to the master you're already in bed sleeping. You left him a note on his pillow. "I'm sorry for today, ruining your day with your friends."

He's in disbelief. You didn't ruin everything. Why do you think that's the case ? God, he's doing such a bad job on reassuring you.

You take a long nap. Meanwhile, Miles take care of Lily. When you wake up, you have a killer headache, and you're hungry. After using the bathroom, you move downstairs to find Miles lying on the couch with Lily on his bare chest.

You touch his shoulder, he opens his eyes and smiles. You ask if everything is okay with Lily. He nods. "She just needed some skin to skin." You don't blame her. You like him shirtless, too.

You ask if he had dinner, Miles shakes his head, and you say that you're going to make something. He stops you before you go to the kitchen. "I ordered food, come join us." You're not going to make him move and risking waking lily in the process.

You say that you'll sit on the other couch while you guys wait for food. Miles doesn't like this, and he also hates how easily he gave up before. He'll put Lily in her crib and then find a way to make you talk.

While Miles is upstairs, food arrives, and you go get it. You thank the delivery person before going back inside. Miles helps you with the containers.

You can see that he's not going to drop this, but you really need to eat first. You'll talk to him later.

You both sit down to eat, and Miles carefully eyes you. You don't say anything. Just focus on eating as much as your body lets you without making you sick. After dinner, you send Miles to the living room so you can wash the dishes. He's not happy, but he does what you ask.

He smiles softly at you before pulling you into his lap. You sigh, feeling his body heat against your body. He kisses your cheek, squeezing your hand. He's ready when you are.

"Babe, you can talk to me, you know that, right ?" He asks you softly, you nod because you do. He keeps looking at you, waiting for you to talk to him.

You finally give in. Take a deep breath before saying, "I was having an anxiety attack." It catches him off guard, and he looks at you with his dumb struck look. He never thought that you had them or anything like that. "I had them before, but started getting treatment and they were under control, when I found out that I was pregnant my therapist and I we started to lower the medication levels, this way I couldn't hurt lily." You start to explain, hearing that you put Lily's health first when you didn't know he wanted this, feels like somebody punched him.

You continue. "So, when we started the transition to solids and stuff, my therapist and I, we started to adjust the meds again. The levels are still off, so that's what happened in the car. I was fighting my own mind, grounding myself with you and Lily. That took everything that I had in that moment." You look at Miles, and you can't read what is going through his mind.

Is he going to call everything off because of your anxiety ? Is he afraid of you hurting Lily ? Not being able to read him makes your mind spiral again.

You just look at him, waiting for his reply. He laces your fingers and brings to kiss. "I'm sorry." He says, locking eyes with you. That surprises you because you weren't expecting an apology.

You say that it's fine, and Miles says that it's not. He needs to be better for you and Lily but especially for you. When you needed him, you were there thinking about him and not yourself. You helped him so many times. Yeah, you have your moments, but this is the best he ever felt in a relationship. That says a lot about you.

"Tell me about the questions and doubts you have, sweetheart. I want to make them all go away. You don't deserve to feel this way about us or yourself." Well, that wasn't what you were expecting at all.

You bite your bottom lip, like he's crazy. How will he make this all go away ? It doesn't make sense. But you start with the simple question, why him and his ex broke up. Miles explained to you that they were in different moments of their lives. He wanted stability and to start a family. She didn't want that.

The next question is, you close your eyes because you can't look at his eyes. "Did you settle?" It comes out almost as a whisper from your mouth. Miles' eyes go wide, and he just says no without hesitating. He doesn't need to think.

"I didn't settle, I want to be with you and Lily. I want our family. There isn't anyone in this world who has made me feel the way you do. Please look at me?" Miles asks you softly when you do he smiles. That's his girl.

"I love you more than anything. I'm going to be your husband and love you until I'm old and grey. I don't care about the bumps in the road because I know they'll continue to lead me to you." Now you're teary, this man is just so perfect, and it feels that you're the one making things worse.

Miles brings your lips to his, and he kisses you in a way that you never felt before. If you were standing, you would fall.

You move your hands to the back of his neck, resting your forehead on his. "I love you, Woody." Miles chuckles, hugging you tight.

You have more questions, but this one is enough for now. You're way too tired to continue pushing it.

Miles hand comes to your cheek, brushing softly along your cheek with his thumb. "By the way, you didn't ruin anything today." You look at him and nod. "I'm serious, I wanted to leave the moment she got there."

This time, you're the one to start a passionate kiss. Making Miles smile into the kiss. He asks what you want to do. You really just want to cuddle and have him hold you.

That's exactly what Miles does. You guys cuddle until you're falling asleep on him. He carries you upstairs to sleep on the bed. "Our love story is going to be the best one yet. I'll make you the happiest woman in this world." Miles tells you, while you're asleep, you don't listen. He kisses your forehead before going to tend to your daughter who needs some love, too.

#miles wood x reader #blog submission #👢 anon #our little family

[eddiemunsonownsme]

For niragi

Could you do sfw and nsfw headcannons for him but if he loved the fem reader since they were both bullied and grew up together but reader is shy and oblivious

Fem shy virgin reader plz

Niragi x reader (Clean) P1

Yes, I love this idea. Though I think Imma make it a 2 part so that the minors can read the sfw part you know?

Request by: @stygianoir

Pairing: Niragi x f!reader

Summary: Niragi and the reader were both bullied and grew up together, eventually they bond and start dating. Now I'm making headcanons for you and him during this situation. There will be three parts, before, during, and after the Borderlands. It's set before the Borderlands.

Warnings: Mentions of sex under the cut

SFW

Before the Borderlands

Your relationship with Niragi started at a very young age, given the fact that you were neighbors.

However, you two didn't really acknowledge each other until you were a bit older, mainly in high school and all throughout university.

But the reasons why your relationship got stronger weren't exactly the best, you both got bullied, very often. First, they started bullying you and once Niragi tried to make them stop, they started bullying him too

The kids always found something to bully you about, whether it was Niragi's glasses, haircut, or your inability to catch sarcasm, it didn't matter, they would use it against you if they had the chance.

You'd try to shelter him from the bullying, putting yourself in front of him to take the hits and save him from it, but given your shortness and shyness not much could be done, it made the bullies laugh at your attempt to protect him, usually insulting his masculinity and so on, but he found it endearing, how you were willing to try to help him.

Eventually, you'd start bonding over this, and also your mutual love for dark humor and sometimes sharing your Intrusive thoughts

Later on, feelings of friendship became more and you started dancing around each other with something like love but not quite it, both of being pretty closed after all those years of abuse and bullying.

After a lot of time, he eventually confesses his feelings to you, which takes a lot of effort from him because he's not one to talk about emotions but he makes it work.

In your relationship there's:

Empathy and Understanding - given that both of you have been through the same pain and trauma you have a deep understanding of the possible fears of the other, this leads to you two having a very strong and supportive relationship

Shared identity - Being bullied together can create a sense of shared identity for the victims (yes, I read some articles about it to make sure that it's true), basically bringing a lot of comfort and validation

Desired sense of healing - (at least with real-world Niragi) Both of you desire to heal from the trauma and bullying, so you'll support each other to get through it

But you two also face certain challenges, such as anger issues, mostly from Niragi that you both try to work on so that he doesn't become agressive, or triggering moments or experiences (flashbaks or so) mostly for you, he tries to comfort you as much as he can.

During the Borderland

You and him were separated during most of this time, you were on the other side of the city trying to survive some of the hardest games, usually the ones including sports while he joined the Beach and became a bit more (a lot more) crazy than he was before, now that he didn't have you to keep his anger under control (not in a bad way though) he did whtever he wanted, not caring one bit if anyone got hurt.

You only meet again after Arisu's "Light Bulb" game, you had been hearing rumors about The Beach and how it was a wannabe paradise, so you and two other players who had become your friends tried to look around and see if it was a good idea to join or not. You ended up getting taken by the men of the Hatter (basically the same that happened to Arisu) in the end you convinced them so that they let you stay, sadly your friends weren't allowed. Obviously, the change of clothes is not very cool, and you start to feel exposed, more than you like, as you walk through the crowd you feel all eyes on you, which you don't like. That's until Aguni and his men come and suddenly all eyes are on them, of course, you look at them and you see this one face that seems familiar. Then Aguni starts his speech and all that, suddenly, Niragi starts calling out to the newbies to come meet him privately (like he did to Usagi) because we all know how he is. When he sees that you don't walk towards them (he hasn't recognized you yet) he gets closer to you and yanks your arm so that you get closer to him. That's when he recognizes you, and he is completely shocked, because for all that he knew you were long dead, so he's pleased to see you again, but he doesn't forget where he is or who he is, so he keeps up the act, takes your arm roughly and takes you to his room. Tells his goons to go away and finally you two are alone.

(To be continued)

#niragi alice in borderland #niragi suguru x reader smut #imagine #pov #niragi suguru #niragi x reader #niragi suguru x reader #niragi suguru x reader soft #niragi suguru x reader sex #niragi suguru x y/n #niragi suguru x you

[phlurrii]

I’m sure this isn’t actually the lore but I’ll give it a shot. So Meau has the power to create life without requiring any pregnancy or birth, just *poof* *Egg* but that kind of makes me wonder about the quantum properties of all that happening. For instance, there’s the good ol’ physical law that matter cannot be created or destroyed, but if you were to take a teeny microscope into the vacuum of space with nothing in it at all, we’ve found that the universal laws get a biiit tricky when it comes to quantum physics. Actually quantum physics as a whole requires you just ignore traditional physics for a hot moment because particles do whatever the heck they want.

So, in a vacuum, there’s instances where a particles that pop into existence but, at that same instance, a negative particle also pops into existence. Almost as quickly as those two positive and negative mass particles exist, they cancel each other out and cease existing (don’t worry the universe isn’t breaking, there logical speculation as to why and how it’s happening but it’s not my field of expertise so I’m not sure how to properly explain what’s going on).

So I’m wondering if Missingno is the quantum negative to Meau’s quantum positive? Or maybe it’s just, if Meau is the one responsible for creating life in an instant, perhaps Missingno at that same instance removes the necessary matter from another place in the universe at that same instance to create said life, maintaining the universal quantum balance. Maybe that’s their job in general for pokemon that have moves that seem to defy physics? But, like I said at the start, I’m pretty sure that’s not your lore, just speculation on my part about how the reality breaking, item multiplying, placeholder, pixel block relates to this particular pokemon universe.

(Btw sorry for just calling Missingno “Missy” in the past without asking first. If you don’t like me calling them Missy plz let me know. I just do it to appease auto correct in my phone, but if it bothers you I’ll stop immediately)

First, lemme just say, the EFFORT into this XD

You brave soul for attempting to explain quantum mechanics/physics, I will say, I am not that “sciency” my knowledge ends as math and chemistry gets involved. But, I do have a guy, the doc, this creature is very special as they are my go-to science cryptid and I have learned so much from them, especially regarding any semblance of knowledge around quantum mechanics.

It is really interesting how you put it, but I can’t say for certain whether your on the right path, have the concept right or wrong, or are just blowing me away with a science take I haven’t even considered. I did still want to appreciate this though, so please have a doodle of the lad himself, glitchy and all ;3

Also I had no idea “Missy” was missingno on your last ask, I thought that was your OC or something X3 whoops, but yea the nickname is a bit hard to pinpoint being Missingno. but if you’d like a shortened version, I’ve settled on “Noe” ;3

#wowie #I reread this multiple times #I adored this #thank you for the theory #easily my favorite so far ;3 #puzzled zebra #missingno #ask #mew #ancient mew #pokemon #mew pokemon #the ancient mew #pokémon mew

[niicevibe]

How you meet and fall in love with aizen x female reader plz

Fluff

Ooh boy, I can't imagine this would be an easy thing to accomplish at all, but let's dive in. Jeez, this ran longer than I meant it to, though, but a build up to the fluff you asked for was totally necessary.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: fem!reader requested, fluff (+ a sprinkling of angst near the end bc it's Aizen).

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: alcohol consumption, kidnapping(ish), Aizen-level manipulation turned semi-affectionate behaviour??? an a dash of unspoken obsession??? i have no idea what to call it, lmao.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.5k

izakaya → a japanese bar. haori → the white garb shinigami captains wear over the black shihakushō.

see sōsuke/reader headcanons here.

Sōsuke, being a man who's had his eyes wide open for quite a while now, probably would've been considering this as an option for his grand scheme of destroying the Soul Society. Sure, he has his Kyōka Suigetsu that already made him rather invincible to those who have seen its release. He doesn't need to go as far as finding a partner to help blind the entire Gotei from his plans, rather, he finds the idea of playing "house" amusing, it being likely that he hasn't bothered to pursue any kind of relationship out of a lack of interest... at the time.

Like I've mentioned before, Sōsuke would have only decided to pursue you if the right conditions have been met. I strongly believe in him being demi-romantic/demi-sexual, and for those who don't already know, being demi-romantic/demi-sexual means that someone only develops romantic feelings or only has strong sexual feelings for another person when they have a strong emotional connection to them. A bond has to exist.

As good an actor as he is, he wouldn't want to bother with the extra effort of it. He'd likely use that effort to find someone good enough to play his co-star. His and yours' ideals would have to align, and while Sōsuke's emotional range doesn't exactly involve direct romancing, there is a degree to which he would allow himself to cross-- for the sake of his plans, he'd tell himself. That established connection I spoke of would have to be strong for him to go through with it.

His searching is casually done, ear to the ground while he performs his duties as Captain and as he strategizes. He's put small feelers out, briefly mentioning in a forced conversation that he "wouldn't mind" finding a good woman to settle down with. And for a good amount of time, no one has managed to cross his path that interested him.

Ironically, it'd been a bit of tipsy mumbling that caught his attention.

A simple outdoor izakaya east of the Seireitei had been the location the voice had come from, complaints that eventually turn into sensical verbiages that has Sōsuke tuning into you. Why does the Soul Society do things one way and not the other? Why weren't we deployed there to save those Rukongans? Why did they have to die because we couldn't act on our own? Sōsuke can sense your heartache; it resonates with him all too well.

You're sitting all alone, no companion and no other guests around. Understandable; it is quite late now. He decides to approach you upon recognizing you as one of his higher ranked officers, sitting down in the stool next to yours where you slump into the table, tears streaming down your face and onto the wood.

Don't get confused by what happens next, now. Sōsuke isn't here to offer sympathy or comfort. He found someone who both has constraints against the Soul Society for its never-ending poor decision-making, and who is in a state of vulnerability. It only makes inserting himself your mind that much easier.

He'll pull the end of his haori into his fingers and reach for your face, lightly dabbing at your emotionally-heated cheeks until your eyes open, and they open wide. Perhaps you're too deep into the bottle of sake only inches from your head to fully register that it's Captain Aizen wiping your tears away, but when you address him as such, maybe not.

"... it's so unfair, Captain Aizen..." You sniff unapologetically loud. "This life is so unfair."

His stare down at you is lukewarm, while his thoughts sear his brain, telling him that you could be just what he's looking for.

"Hm... It is unfair, isn't it?"

Conveniently enough, the izakaya is meant to be closing, prompting its owner to inquire about Sōsuke's subordinate.

"She's one of yours, right, Captain? Mind seeing that she gets home? She's a good kid."

Perhaps it should be inconvenient that a Captain has to carry his Third Seat home from over his shoulder, but his mind races with the possibilities he now has by inserting him into your memories. Will you remember him? Or will your brain erase him by morning? Will he have to start from scratch? Remind you of his favour performed to you?

Apparently, come the next day, neither of those became necessary. At a time in the morning that you knew he'd be awake and decent, you arrived at the doors of his quarters holding a small, hastily wrapped package between trembling fingers. You hadn't lost your memory, no thanks to the dangerous amount of liquor you drank the night before. It'd all been in an effort to erase the day's memories, as you don't necessarily normally drink yourself into near unconsciousness. It simply was too much of a sight to bear weight for. Despite your rank and seasoned skills, well... No one should have to see what you did.

When the door opens, you flinch, prepared physically considering how fast you ran to the nearest shop to purchase the contents of the parcel you currently hold in a death grip, but mentally? You can feel the shame of your behaviour the night prior pooling beneath your tongue, and so, your begin to speak before he can.

"C-Captain Aizen! I'm here to apologize for last night! I'm... still in disbelief that you carried me home, but... my public display of intoxication, I swear, sir, that doesn't portray my character whatsoever. I-I'm not like that, I-I promise--"

"Good morning, Third Seat ______." You blink owlishly at him, once more in a shock that stops your heart when he interrupts you. "Calm down. I'm not upset with you. And, I didn't think for a moment that it reflected your professionalism."

Naturally, the moment Sōsuke returned to his quarters, he'd pulled up whatever information was available in your files to peruse the woman he'd chosen to pursue.

"Besides, I know of your accomplishments. I've heard the praises sung of you, _____."

Not a total lie. He has heard of his third seat's performance in regards to the reports delivered to him after your involvement in certain events. Reflecting on them through the evening only solidified the fib.

"O-Oh... what a relief, then." You exhale rather sharply before finally extending the package to your superior. "An apology gift, sir. It's just a simple tea set, but the tea paired with it is exquisite."

"A kind gesture, but this isn't necessary, _____. It was no trouble to assist you to your quarters. It was a mere coincidence that I'd been passing through in that direction."

You persist on him taking it, something that amuses him for a reason he can't place. He sees you won't take no for an answer, simply because the embarrassment you'd experienced upon recalling his hands on you has your insistence fuelling your exchange.

"Well... since you're so insistent on making things up to me, why don't you come in and brew us a pot of one of those "exquisite" teas you mentioned?"

Another won opportunity, Sōsuke muses to himself as you unravel the wrappings and set out the items with still shaking hands. He notes this; wonders if your nerves getting to you is due to a hidden authority complex, or if it's him in particular. He wouldn't mind it either way. Perhaps you're like his lieutenant in this way, but he hopes not. At the very least, you'd better have a fighting spirit for when the time comes.

Over tea, he insists on conversation, even pulling out a package of sweets for the two of you to share. You're nervous, and it shows, but Sōsuke does well to soften you out. Before long, the two of you chat like old friends, until your respective duties were due to interrupt it.

For a while, it remains like this, things like passing greetings and idle chatter when you make increased personal deliveries of reports to his office. There's always a fresh pot of tea awaiting your arrival, as if he'd expected you be the one to come until it became a true pattern; at the same times of those select days of the week, your presence became a part of the upholstery to his office, his quarters.

Even if it'd meant filling your day to the brim with little time to rest, you could barely find it in you to mind. The man you've known as "Captain" for a forgotten number of years by this is the same man whose mild mannerisms and soft-spoken concerns, whose sense of duty and a sense of when and how to settle down after a taxing day, and whose apparent interest in you no longer seems to tiptoe on the line of subordinate and superior. Your desire to admit your own fallacy is no more easily ignorable than an oncoming horde of Adjuchas. And while you are surprised that Sōsuke is the one to say the words first, to suggest that the two of you address the unnamed emotional attention between you, well naturally, it doesn't faze him one bit.

It went all according to his plans, after all. So why would finally having you dancing in his palm surprise him? No, that isn't what gets him at all. It the fact that he enjoys playing this small game of house with you. The domestication, the comforts, the eased worries, and not just through you being his third seat or by you helping to solidify his act of being one of the kindest captains in the Gotei Thirteen. There's something different that he has trouble articulating. Because never in his time in the Soul Society has he attempted to search out a person to love when it served him no true purpose.

But he enjoys the doting, the coddling, even the light chastising when he's caught lightly teasing his lieutenant. He enjoys your willingness to listen, hearing him out when he finally tests the waters and speaking on what you'd been drunkenly mumbling about the night he came across you at that izakaya. Why the Soul Society behaves the way it does, about the Soul King's existence, about the Royal Guard, none of which you'd been privy to until that moment... And with a deep discussion, you come to conclude that maybe this place isn't the paradise you were promised after death. That maybe, something needs to be done.

He wouldn't involve you on the plans that he, Gin, and Tōsen have laid out. It's hard to decide whether "trust" is the right word to use, but Sōsuke teeters on that lip of whether he would trust you enough to ever involve you in them. So far, things have only been spoken on in theory.

And so, on the day that Garganta split across the highest point in the sky above the Seireitei, he'd managed to split your mind. He'd kept you in the dark, kept you privy to what you didn't need to know, apparently. With so much having gone on already during the Ryōka Invasion, like Sōsuke's apparent death and him leaving you behind so abruptly in order to suit those plans he'd only theorized and shared with you, witnessing his lies unfold with his hand plunged through the Kuchiki girl's chest... so many thoughts and questions running through your head... yet despite the emergence of such a desperate, new situation...

... wondering whether he ever even cared for you became the biggest, most enraging one of them all. And whether he'll bother to answer to it or not, somehow, he still makes that one drastic decision that makes you float within that golden light, higher in the air, despite your weak, embarrassed protesting.

Because on the day you brought over that quaint little tea set as a means of asking for forgiveness, and partook in a cup of morning tea with your captain that led you into daring to imagining domesticity with him, abduction and betrayals weren't what you envisioned for your future. But he's always been an insect of a man with many plans, and you simply became trapped within the web of them.

While having a true, genuine connection to Sōsuke might seem impossible, don't sell yourself short. You've been with him long enough that he's seen merit in keeping you around, not simply as a mask, and not only during the time of his act while still in the Soul Society. Even post abduction to Hueco Mundo, he finds it difficult to understand he took those actions in the first place. Why did he bring you after all? Did he, perhaps, play that character too well, that now he's left with an unnatural attachment to you?

Sōsuke isn't someone who makes mistakes. It's why he's gotten away with doing so much over the past 100+ years. It's how he managed to fool you... and apparently, himself. Now, he always has you close by, while you do your best to make the best of a scary situation. It isn't that you've fallen out of love with Sōsuke Aizen-- not at all. Having spent so many years with him, you know it's simply impossible. And while you can't condone all that he's done, you're able to at least detach yourself from the truth of it. He's given you many other reasons to love him, after all.

On the sidelines during meetings with his ten Espada, you'll stand either near the wall (preferably) or near him (to be protected by his reiatsu against all the others' reiatsu). The space you share with him in his tower is comfortable... mostly empty and minimalist, but comfortable. You certainly could do without those two helpers who stare their daggers into your back (and who would just love to drive their weapons into it, too), but you know that you're covered there.

A lot of his attention goes on you. He's sure of your bitterness, and while he finds that your rage is an extremely attractive emotion on you, he does well in quelling it.

The Sōsuke you fell in love with in the Soul Society and the Sōsuke you play house with in Las Noches... two very different people. While in his guise, Sōsuke was a patient lover. In fact, he would've tiptoed around you to make sure he didn't push anything too far with you, simply to keep that mask up. You never admitted to him that it bothered you, but since the act is up, you thought to be honest with him about your feelings. All of them. Even the dark and downright hateful ones you have for him abducting you from your home.

This Las Noches Sōsuke shows no holds barred. Everything of him is laid on the table and most days, it's more than you can handle. Being so unfamiliar with the premise of it, Sōsuke doesn't know if he can truly name the emotions he feels for you as "love". But at the very least, he can admit to himself that if you hadn't been here with him, he would be different.

(that's it, that's all I've got for this crazy, crazy man 😮‍💨)

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[hongjoongscafe]

Blind Beauty

{one}{two}{three}

Pairing: blind!hongjoong×insecure!reader(grace)

Genre: fluff, angst, implied smut, nudity

Summary: only the mind's eye can see the true beauty.

Warnings: none for this part.

Word count: 8.5k+

Masterpost

*DO NOT REPOST, PLZ*

Love is blind, but when we close our eyes, we see with our hearts.

~ Sara Bareilles.

~~~

Saturday morning was pretty busy for Grace. She spent time making sure everything was alright. She took the cushions, removed the seats of the couch, and let them sit under the sun out on the airy balcony. She double-cleaned every single thing. 

Yunho was sitting on the dining table chair. He observed Grace. His heart fluttered seeing she was putting so much effort to make the surroundings comfortable for Hongjoong. He almost laughed when he saw her bringing a brand new fluffy cushion out of the dryer, along with new cushion covers for other cushions. He swears he saw a furry white cover, different from others, in the pile in her hands.  

"You do know that Hongjoong is blind, right?" Yunho questioned

"Yeah...?"

"So why are putting in so much effort? He won't see it," he reasoned.

"Yeah, but he can feel it," Grace made a 'duh' face.

He observed her a bit more before speaking again.

"Grace?" 

"What now?"

"I'm happy for you." She looked at him with confusion. "I have never seen you this happy in years. I hope this works for you."

"I am always happy... What do you mean?" She mumbled.

"Grace, honey, drop the act. Oky? I have seen you struggle. I have seen you crying your eyes out. You don't need to pretend to be someone you are not. Okay?" He walked close to her. "Be real with yourself and me too..." He kissed her forehead and hugged her. 

"I feel different when with him," she said.

"I hope it's a good one?" She nodded with a smile. "Alright then! You continue with your cushion madness, I'll go and grab some snacks and decide the menu for dinner,"  Yunho said and let go of her. She wiped her teary eyes and chuckled. 

"Okay. But order food from a good restaurant." Yunho gave her a thumbs up and left.

Grace was standing where he left her. She was again lost in her thoughts. Yunho is right. And she knows it, there was no denying it. Although, she did live in denial. Her life was okay until the game of dating started. Every girl has always dreamed of a prince. Someone who would love them regardless of their flaws. Every little girl has dreamed of a happy ending. Where the prince keeps his princess happy forever. But it's not always like that. Not all girls find a man or prince who would keep them happy or secure. Some men dare to turn a happy and secure girl into an unhappy insecure girl, just like Grace herself. 

She was a happy girl. Always filled with energy, ready to face the world with her weird humor. Always smiling. She was in love with herself. Always had confidence in herself and her looks. But it all changed after she started dating. Maybe she was not meant to date at all. Maybe she was meant to be alone. If there is a thing like fate, then she is not in its good sight. 

Yuho, she was grateful that he was her best friend. He has been there with her whenever she fell. He was there to treat her wounds. But wasn't able to heal those scars. Not that she minded. It wasn't his job to do that. She had to heal those herself. Was it that easy? Like, just out of nowhere, they will heal themselves? The answer was a big No. Those are tough scars. They won't heal that easily. 

Healing takes time.

More than one can estimate.

~~~

"Your apartment smells different, " Yeosang noticed.

"The cushion covers are different," wooyoung noticed.

"The couch seats are more fluffed and soft," Jongho noticed.

"The rug is well vacuumed," San noticed.

"Grace is glowing," Sofia noticed.

"House looks warmer," Maya noticed.

"There is a cute cushion as well," Mingi noticed.

These are Yunho and Grace's circle of friends. Most of them have been friends since they were in kindergarten. Mingi came along in middle school. Maya and Jongho became part of the group in college. Yunho and Grace were the oldest friends. They were together even before their birth. Their mothers would always talk about how their unborn children will become best friends. Well, that was a perfect assumption they had. 

They all luckily started working in the same city. Their bond was stronger than ever. But for Grace, she was still alone. There was a huge void that needed to be filled. There were many things that her friends couldn't help with. 

"Well, Ms. Grace, care to enlighten us about these changes?" Sofia demanded.

"I wanted to a-add some things and clean p-properly," dammit voice.

"Really?" Maya raised her left eyebrow not buying her poor reason.

"Of course, why would I do all the cleaning otherwise," she sheepishly grinned.

"Exactly! Why would you do that?" Yeosang asked.

"Ah, stop guys. Leave her alone," Yunho mocked. "Let the girl be happy."

Grace glared at him and turned around to bring snacks and drinks for everyone. She was excited to see Hongjoong. At the same time, she was nervous about how her friends would react. Although Grace least cared about what they said, they were going to be happy in her happiness anyway. But still, the questions and opinions related to this were quite prominent. 

"No, but seriously, why all this? I'm so damn sure that this much is not for Yunho and Mingi's engagement —" Sofia was cut off by the doorbell. 

Grace quickly jogged towards the door to open. Seeing her excitement, All of her friends looked toward the door to see what was getting her excited. 

She excitedly opened the door with a big smile and was greeted by Hongjoong and Seonghwa. They both looked so good. They weren't wearing something out of the ordinary but they looked handsome… especially Hongjoong. He was wearing a graphic t-shirt that was tucked loosely into his black skinny jeans, and combat shoes.  

"Good evening, Grace!" Seonghwa pulled her out of her trance. 

"Ah, good evening, Seonghwa and Hongjoong!" She greeted them with a blushing face. "Come on inside."

"Hello, Grace," Hongjoong shyly greeted.

"Hi," she blushed. 

"Seriously, what the hell is going on!?" Sofia asked. "Who are they?" She whispered to Yunho. He shrugged and asked her to wait.

Grace brought them inside and made them sit. She pushed Jongho away to make Hongjoong sit where the new white fluffy cushion was. 

Looking at Hongjoong's stick and distant eyes, they all figured out his uniqueness. They all look at Grace, many questions running through their mind. This party was supposed to be for close friends. Not that they minded but still the explanation was much needed. 

"I know your horse minds are running far away but hold them for a minute," Grace said. "First, we introduce. So, these two are my new friends. This Seonghwa and this… Hongjoong," she said Hongjoong's name shyly.

Everyone in the room was able to grasp it. Grace's cheeks heated when she noticed what she did. But she cleared her throat to continue the introduction but Yunho's voice interrupted—

"This is him," Yunho smirked. 

"Oh! So he is that guy who got our Grace whipped," Wooyoung clapped excitedly. 

It was silent for a second. All the people in the room shifted their gazes toward Grace. It was making her nervous. She felt her body heating up. But for some reason, she wasn't afraid to talk about it. There was this feeling at the back of her mind that said that this was the right thing to do. Hongjoong felt so natural to her. 

"A-ah…" she nervously chuckled. "I-It's nothing like that, Wooyoung," she sent him a glare.

"What!? Don't glare at me. I just know what we talked about that day when I visited you guys," Wooyoung pouted.

"We didn't talk about anything!" Grace's voice got higher in pitch. 

"Ah, you are such a liar! I remember your exact words! They were like—

'Well, he looks around our age. He is so nice and sweet. I just wanted to spend more time with him. He was humble and our interests match…'" Wooyoung mimicked her. "Don't lie to us!" 

Grace wanted to run away and hide. It was true that she said that but saying it in front of the man himself was embarrassing. She wanted to run away and hide somewhere no one could find her. 

She stood there frozen, not knowing what to do. What if he didn't like her? What if he stops being your friend? What if he is uncomfortable!? No! She looked at Hongjoong with a horrified look on her face but it softened when she saw him. He was blushing and smiling, his face was deep red. He looked cute. His reaction gave her some hope. It made you feel like she could have him. And she wasn't going to give up. 

Grace looked up at Yunho who was looking at Hongjoong too. His gaze shifted towards her and his smile widened. He nodded as reassurance. Yunho felt bad for saying it out loud but he knew he had to, otherwise, Grace would have never said a thing. He knew his friend was head over heels for this kind man sitting on the couch with the new cushion. 

Seonghwa was so invested in this. He was happy that his best friend found someone. Now he knew his duty as well, to bring them together. Yunho made it easier for him. Seonghwa looked towards the said man and gave him a knowing smile. In return, Yunho winked.

"Ahem, then I would say that our Mr. Kim has been talking about a pretty lady with whom he went to the library and spent a handful of quality time," Hongjoong's eyes widened at Seonghwa's words. He could hear the smirk in his voice. 

"A-ah," Hongjoong was at a loss of words. 

"Ah! No! You better ask my girl out on a date, man," Maya said in the excitement of the moment that was being unfolded so shamelessly. 

"Mhm, or you ask him out, asshole," Wooyoung exclaimed to Grace.

It made Hongjoong giggle. He wanted to ask her out but his disability left him insecure. He thought that Grace probably wanted someone perfect. Someone who could look at her beauty and appreciate it even more. He was unaware of the fact that he was the only person who appreciated her beauty even with her flaws. Although he was blind he accepted her immediately. It could have gone extremely wrong but he 'trusted' her. 

"Grace?" Hongjoong's sweet voice echoed. He extended his hand for Grace to take, and she happily did. He stood up facing her and smiled softly. "I don't know if you actually want to but… would you like to go on a date with me?" He asked nervously. 

Grace was emotional. It felt like he was proposing to her and not just asking for just a mere date. It was her first time feeling so important. After many failed relationships that were once "serious", it was refreshing. She wanted to live this feeling over and over again. The butterflies in her stomach and the uneven heartbeat in a pleasant way were all she could feel. 

" Yes, Hongjoong. I will go on the date with you," Grace whispered. 

"OH HELL YEAH!" Wooyoung and Sofia exclaimed while others were looking at them with heart eyes. 

"Finally, your loner ass will date now," Mingi teased. 

"Ah, that's not true," Grace playfully pouted and helped Hongjoong sit back. 

"Now are we gonna introduce and begin our party?" Yeosang, who was enjoying the cheesy scene, spoke. 

"Yes, so they are all my friends. You already met Yunho. So there's Mingi, San, Yeosang, Wooyoung, Jongho, Sofia, and Maya. Mingi is Yunho's now-fiancé," Grace acquainted them. 

"It's nice to meet you all! And congratulations to both of you!" Seonghwa grinned. 

"Yes, I hope we will get along. Also, I hope Yunho and Mingi, that you both live happily forever," Hongjoong shyly mentioned. 

"Thank you, Seonghwa and Hongjoong. It means a lot to us," a heavy voice said. Hongjoong noted it as Mingi's since Yunho's were a little lighter. 

"Ah, this is nice! Now we have more people in our group!" San said. 

"Correct Sannie~ now come on, get your ass up and help me," Grace said. Hongjoong grasped onto the voice as San's. It was high-pitched. He could feel that the man was cat-like. But he couldn't be so sure for obvious reasons. 

"Mingi, your sister didn't join today?" Maya asked. 

"Ah Maya, she was busy. She will join us at the family dinner," Mingi replied. 

'Maya,' Hongjoong noted. He figured out Sofia's and Wooyoung's voices already. Both were obnoxiously loud. Not that he complained.

"That's much better. Last time we couldn't even drink properly. She is like a little witch," 

"Jongho! She is my sister," Mingi pouted. 

'Jongho… check,' Hongjoong mentally nodded. 

"But she always does this. It's not like we drink all the time," a shy voice remarked.  

'Ahh, this must be Yeosang…,' Hongjoong thought after listening to a shy voice. Seonghwa quietly giggled at Hongjoong's cute habit of memorizing people's voices.

"Yeosangie, you know Mingi loves his sister and won't listen to a word against her…" Sofia said. "Even though we know she is a mother-type friend," she teased. 

"Leave her alone you all. It's alright. We should focus on Mingi and Yunho," Grace came back with more snacks and San was carrying some drinks. 

"Yup, so how did you propose?" San asked. 

Both Yunho and Mingi shyly looked at each other. They were an example of true love. There was nothing that they wanted in return, just pure love. At their lowest, they both stood with their lover. If one was the backbone the other was the blood of the relationship and together they formed a heart. 

For a long time, everyone was worried about these two lovebirds. It was a bumpy ride but they held onto each other. They fought but came back running into each other's arms. Sometimes, Grace envied them. But she was happy. If her love life was crappy, she wanted her best friends to have the best… even if it left her alone sometimes. 

"It wasn't something new," Yunho rubbed his nape. "I just took him to the carnival nearby and proposed to him there."

"It was the best!" Mingo exclaimed with excitement. "He proposed to me when we were on the Ferris wheel. We were at the top and then he gave me this really romantic speech and then he asked me to marry him and gave me this ring!" He showed off the ring. It was a ring band with a tiny diamond in it. 

Everyone cooed at the couple. Their cheeks were burning red. They were perfect for each other. Always understood each other better than anybody. When one would not pick up the call, they would go nuts and call everybody around them to ask if the other is alright. 

"You guys, you make me feel single," Wooyoung whined. 

"What!? Why? I'm here. Do I love you enough!?" San spoke. 

"Ah, but just look at them… you? You just sit there and play with that stinky cat of yours and do nothing," Wooyoung huffed. 

"If you want to play… Daddy will play with you without any hesitation, baby boy," San smirked causing Wooyoung to choke on his drink. 

"Eww," everyone groaned or gagged. 

That's another beautiful couple. They clicked the moment they laid their eyes on one another. They have been together since day one. Grace still remembers that day when they were in kindergarten—

"Hewo, I Sannie~" the young San introduced. "Can me sit heah?" He asked in his high-pitched voice. 

Young Wooyoung looked at the cat-like boy standing in front of his table where he was sitting with his friends. San's sharp eyes were so captive. 

"Pwees. Heah. With mwe," Wooyoung patted the seat next to him where the cat man sat happily. 

Although they started dating later after high school. Until then, they were scared to ruin their friendship. It all started with San overhearing Wooyoung when he was talking to Sofia about him being scared to tell San about his love and losing him. But that's when San stepped in and confessed his love to the loud man. San would be lying if he said he wasn't scared but after knowing that his Wooyoung loved him too, he didn't let the opportunity go away.

The songs were playing, drinks were being taken on loop and everyone was munching on the snacks. It was a nice environment. Grace was feeling nice to have her loved ones around her, even if it was for Yunho and Mingi. She felt like there were many people for her. To her surprise, everyone was chill about Hongjoong. They, so far, didn't do anything to make him feel like he didn't belong there. They asked him many questions and poured him many drinks and helped him get his favorite treats. She also figured that Hongjoong's taste in music was better than anyone. 

Grace found Hongjoong standing in the corner near the slightly opened window. She came closer to him. 

"Hongjoong? Are you alright?" She asked. 

"Oh, yeah! It was getting hot in here so I wanted to take some air. I figured this is a window," he replied. 

"Ah, you could have opened it properly. It does get hot in here when there are these monkeys around," they chuckled. Grace opened the whole window and helped him outside. The cool night breeze kissed their faces. The summer nights like this were Grace's and Hongjoong's favorite. 

"Yeah, this is so nice," Hongjoong smiled.

"Mhm," Grace looked at him, his face reflecting moonlight. He was flawless. There was not a single tension line on his face or dark circles under his eyes. His face was crystal clear and glowy. She was sure that the moon was jealous of his beauty. 

"If you don't want to go on the date, I understand," Hongjoong's features turned into sad ones while saying this. "There are many wonderful men out there who are perfect and… and are fully functioned."

Grace took her time to process his words. She totally underestimated Hongjoong's feelings. Of course, he was insecure about his uniqueness. But it was hard for Grace to make him understand that for her, he is the most perfect man. Because one with the eyes snatched her happiness and made her insecure about her own body. 

"Oh, hush. I wouldn't have said yes if I didn't want to go on a date with you… And don't say that they are fully functioning. They might have the light of eyes but the light of a rational brain is fused… I think you are better than them in all aspects… I feel like we have hope…" she shyly confessed. 

Hongjoongs eyes got teary. He remembered the librarian's words. He understood where Grace was coming from. They were similar in many ways. 

"Mhm," he nodded, not trusting his voice. In the darkness of his eyes, he felt the light of togetherness. 

They stood there for a long time and enjoyed the comfortable silence. The nice cool breeze and each other's warmth were keeping them occupied. The times when they were together, the weather seemed to be nice and romantic. 

~~~

-Hongjoong's standpoint-

"So how do you feel?" Seonghwa asked me when we came back to my place. 

"Good," I said with a smile.

"Yeah? You were so flustered," Seonghwa teased.

"No, I was just… stop!" my cheeks heated up. 

"Hmm, going on a date I see. You must be so excited," I smiled at Seonghwa's question and nodded. "You and the pretty lady were standing outside on the balcony for so long, what were you talking about?" 

"Ah, nothing. We were just standing there out in the cool breeze and nothing else," I said and stood up to go to the bathroom to get ready for bed. But I stopped when Seonghwa hugged me from the back. 

"I wish you the best, my friend. I think she is the one for you. I wish you could see the stars in her eyes whenever she looks at you. I hope this works," his words made me a little sad. Only I know how much I'm dying to see her. But alas! I can't. I scoffed at my disability, bitterly. But I felt so happy that Seonghwa was concerned about me. I love him as a best friend. He has been there for me forever.

"Thank you, Hwa. I hope we- we work out at the end," I whispered and turned around to hug him better. I didn't know I needed that hug. 

It was a good day. Grace's friends were so nice and they accepted me without any hesitation. I felt like I belonged there. Her friends are like her… But she is a bit better:)

~~~

-Third person's standpoint-

"Yunho!" Grace called. 

"What!?" He came into her room. "What the actual fuck?" He looked at the mess around her room. All the clothes were hanging around. He rolled his eyes and caught a piece of cloth roaming along with the ceiling fan. "How the hell did that get up there? What is going on, Grace?" 

"Today is my date, remember!?" She spoke from inside her closet. 

"It doesn't mean that you are going to trash your room," he made some space on her bed to sit. 

"I don't have time for that. I don't know what to wear," she got out with a huge pout on her face. "What do I do?" She mumbled like a kid.

"Wear anything you want, it's not like he is gonna see it anyway," Yunho said without knowing. 

"You say that one more time, you won't be able to walk again," her serious voice sent shivers down Yunho's spine. 

"I-I didn't mean to," he whispered. "I'm sorry," he got up and hugged her. 

"It's okay. But no more, please," Grace patted his back. "Help me now."

"Grace, you have so many clothes. You are the founder and CEO of your brand. How are you confused?" Yunho frowned. 

"I want to be comfortable. But I want to wear something good," she whined. 

"Ah, let's put together a dress for you," Yunho got up and opened the window in her room and observed the weather. "It's pleasant outside. I think the usual warm evening will be there… So…" he tapped his chin and snapped his fingers and went into her closet and dug in deeper through the pile of clothes. 

After a few minutes, he handed you an outfit. His forehead was covered in sweat. "Now, go in quickly and get ready. It's already late," he ushered her in while wiping the sweat off of his forehead. 

Grace quickly took a shower and did her skincare routine and dried her hair and styled them naturally. Then she got into the outfit and put on some makeup. She looked pretty. The simple natural makeup looked so pretty with her white flowy dress that fell just on her mid-shin. Along with it, he gave her a short summer jacket. For the accessories, she wore tiny stud earrings and a thin golden choker. To give a nice final look, she wore beige-colored pumps. Overall, she looked comfy yet beautiful. 

"You look like a doll," Yunho smiled at his masterpiece. "Now if you hug him, he will feel nice and comfy," he winked. 

"Shut up," she smacked his chest lightly. "I am going now. Please, for the love of your gayness, keep this place intact when I come back," she kissed his cheek and opened the door. 

"Don't worry. You won't be disappointed," he waved her goodbye and showed her thumbs up. 

~~~

Hongjoong was nervous. He was sweating crazy. Within two hours, he took shower three times. Seonghwa was teasing him for being this nervous but also helped him get in a decent outfit— a white-collar t-shirt with some dark blue jeans and sneakers.

"Seonghwa, I think I'm gonna pass out," Seonghwa laughed at his best friend. 

"Don't worry, Hongjoong. It's gonna be alright. She will think that you are just perfect," he patted the shorter man's shoulder. 

"Okay," with that they left. The whole ride, Hongjoong's legs were shaking up and down. Seonghwa never saw him this nervous. Grace definitely had an effect on him. 

Hongjoong was early. Seonghwa got him a comfortable seat and wished him luck. "At least kiss or something. Don't fail me!" He left. 

"Oh look at him. What do you think about why he is here?" Someone on his left asked.

"Probably, for a date," the other person said.

"Huh, a date. Guess what, they are gonna ditch him," a lady said. "I mean, I wouldn't want to be with someone like him, he is a burden," she scoffed. 

They continued to make him feel bad about himself. He was so close to ditching Grace. He knew that Grace wouldn't leave him hanging but he didn't want her to think that he was a burden or a liability to her. But then he heard the restaurant bell ring. 

Grace entered the restaurant and looked for Hongjoong. When she spotted him, he looked stressed. She was ten minutes late already. Maybe because I was late,'she thought and approached him. 

"Hongjoongie~" Grace called. "I'm sorry I'm late. I was- was unable to find the right outfit," she shyly mentioned. 

"Ah, no problem!" Hongjoong giggled but shied when he felt a pair of soft lips on his cheek. "I'm sure you look beautiful as always."

Grace was touched by his sweet gestures. Seeing him all flustered was something she started to enjoy. She liked the feeling of his silky skin on her lips. "You are so handsome, Joongie," she held his hand. 

"Stop, you make me blush," they both laughed at his cute nose scrunch. 

"Well, I do think you are the most beautiful creature out there," she continued. 

"Oh, she is a crackhead. Why him? She seems so wise but her choices are shitty," the person from before said again. Grace heard it but ignored it, thinking that they were talking about someone else. 

"I think I saw her in the magazine. Isn't she the founder and CEO of that brand called The Glorious?" Oh, now she knows about whom those assholes were talking about. 

Grace being Grace, she excused herself and turned towards the group of three people. She gave them a bitter smile.

"Excuse me. I don't remember asking your opinion on my relationship with this handsome man in front of me. Hm. Honestly, you guys are so handsome too. But, well, I'm sorry that you all have ugly personalities. Hopefully, that gets better sooner, you know. It's not healthy to be… dick heads," she turned back to Hongjoong and smiled sadly seeing his sad expression. "And Joongie, I love to spend time with you. I- I adore every single minute of you," she held his hands. "I hope you know that what others think doesn't matter to me. It should not affect us. Please, don't let them get to you. I-I don't know if I can take that," she said in a shaky voice. 

Hongjoong held her hands tighter and smiled. He never felt so lucky. She was a miracle for him. He has been to a few dates before but they all either ditched him or never got back to him. There were times when they left him in the middle of the date. I was new to him, someone taking a stand for him. 

"I know, I won't," he felt a little guilty for thinking about ditching her at the beginning. "I love to spend time with you too."

The three other people felt utterly humiliated. They paid for their food and scurried away quickly, hiding their faces.

That's what they deserved, to be humiliated. Saying that a person with some special abilities is not well enough for them is shameful. They needed to have a taste of their own medicine. 

Rest of the date passed by peacefully. They ordered their meals and talked about everything and anything. They discovered more interesting things about each other. Hongjoong was so talented and did many things. He was a public speaker as well. Many organizations contacted him to speak about being self-reliant. Grace was feeling so proud of the man. He was unstoppable. 

After their main course, they left the restaurant and strolled around the streets. Grace wanted to hold his hand but was too nervous to do so. She looked up at him, his cheeks were slightly pink, and his lips had a sweet smile. The streets were rather empty, not in a creepy way. She could hear some people chatting and the tapping sound of Hongjoong's stick. Gaining some confidence, she intertwined their hands and a huge smile crept on her face when his hands closed around her and gave her a little squeeze.

"Haaaaa, it's a beautiful night!" Grace exclaimed. "I wish the time could pause here," she dreamily said.

"Right? I want that to happen as well," he giggled. "I-I am so thankful for you. Thank you for everything you did for me since the day we first met," Hongjoong was feeling emotional. This was the first time that he felt needed by another person who was not his parents or Seonghwa. It was the first time that he felt like his date was actually worth it. Every single time they talked, they helped each other heal from insecurity. 

Grace felt more beautiful around him. He was a gentleman he needed in her life. A nice soft-spoken person. He values everything in his life and never complains about anything. Things get difficult, she knows, but he was stronger than grieving and giving up. Even though he was hurting, he had built more will to live and achieve things in his life. 

Hongjoong was normal but the way his world worked was through the darkness. 

"Oh, there is an ice cream truck! Shall we go and have some? Pweez," Grace asked like a kid making Hongjoong laugh loudly. 

"Sure, go ahead," he said in between his laughter. 

Grace dragged the laughing man along with her to the truck. She looked at the flavors mentioned there with her sparkling eyes. She repeated the flavors for Hongjoong to choose from.

They bought their ice creams and walked to the Han river. There the pair sat on the bench and enjoyed their ice creams along with the summer evening air. 

Grace looked around, the colourful world looked so beautiful. The lights of the tall buildings and the moon shined over the river. She wondered if Hongjoong ever thought about this beauty that she was blessed to see. There were many things wrong in this world but in times like these, the world looked so perfect and gorgeous. 

But that wasn't the most perfect or beautiful site at all. That was the man sitting on her left. It was the most eye-catching site in the world, his innocent face, and personality. She looked at him. Her eyes followed his features and landed on his lips. They looked soft and pink. All she wanted to do was explore them as much as she could. 

"Hongjoong?" He shivered when her hot breath caressed the side of his face.

"Yeah?" He whispered.

"C-can I kiss you?" Her breath got heavy. 

Hongjoong's mind blurred. "Please," he consented.

He felt her cupping his right cheek and rubbing her nose against his. Their lips brushed together and then he felt her soft lips against his. Their lips melted into each other just perfectly as if they were made to be kissed. Her lips felt warm against his as his soft lips kissed back. It was immature at first but they got hold of it. The lips moved in sync with the other. It felt so warm and comforting. The inner thunderstorms calmed down and fell into the deep feeling of the romantic treasure. 

They pulled apart to take a breath. Oh, he wanted to look into her beautiful eyes and see the love they poured. He felt so helpless. But her hands held his head and caressed his hair making him melt into her touch. Her forehead rested against hers, the breath fanning over his face. 

"Joongie… you make me feel like a different person. You make me feel things I never felt," Grace sobbed. "You make me hypnotized in your charms," she kissed his forehead and looked into his eyes. They were shedding tears as well. 

"You say that like you don't do things to me," they chuckled. 

The couple stayed like that for a few more moments. It felt like their paths were engaging with each other. The raw feeling of security and belongingness felt so pure and addicting to both of them. 

The time passed rather quickly. It was already getting late and Seonghwa was waiting in front of a nearby bus stop. Hongjoong and Grace walked there, hand in hand. He would kiss her knuckles and make her giggle. They both looked lost in their own happy town. A town where there was love and peace, no one was hurt in that town. 

"Look at you two! Ah, I'm not single but damn you both make me feel like one," Seonghwa's voice pulled them out of their town. "But I'm not complaining. My girl and I have a lot of fun, you know," he smirked. 

"It's just a beginning. You will be seeing more, you know," Grace teased. "Right Hongjoong?"

"Mhm, right," Hongjoong giggled. 

"Alright then. Come on in Hongjoong. We shall go now," Seonghwa came to them and held Hongjoong's hand. 

"Grace, how did you come?" Hongjoong asked. 

"I came here in the cab," she replied. 

"Oh, then we will drop you home. Come on in," Hongjoong offered.

"No, it's fine! My apartment is not so far from here. I can go," she assured them. 

"No, Grace, we insist," Seonghwa smiled and opened the back seat for you to hop in. 

Leaving no place for arguments, she sat in the car. Seonghwa helped Hongjoong in and quickly got in the driver's seat and started moving. The ride was quiet. She looked outside the window and watched the world passing by. In no time, Seonghwa stopped in front of her building. 

"Thank you so much for dropping me," Grace thanked.

"No need to say thank you. It's alright," Seonghwa winked at her, friendly. 

Grace got out of the car and knocked at Hongjoong's window. Seonghwa lowered the window. 

"Joongie, thank you for today. I loved our first date. I'm looking forward to more," She kissed his cheek. 

"I loved it too. And yes, we will plan our next date soon… come here," he asked. Grace came closer to his face. His hand found her face. Tracing his fingers along her cheeks, he found her lips and gave them a quick peck. It made Seonghwa's eyes wide as a round table.

Blushing, Grace giggled and got away from the car. After saying good night, she went back to her apartment. The drunk butterflies were dancing in her stomach. 

~~~

The next morning, when Yunho woke up, he saw Grace humming to herself and was making breakfast. Her hair was wet after the shower and her skin was glowing and looked fresh. 

"Someone is definitely having a good morning," he said while sitting on the island stool. 

"I, indeed, am," she smiled widely, something Yunho didn't see enough. 

"You went on the date yesterday! Fuck! Did you fuck!?" His eyes widened along with his smirk. 

Grace laughed at his reaction. "No, no. We didn't fuck but we did have a great time together. We had dinner and then we bought ice cream from the ice cream truck. After that, we went and spent some time at the Han river… It was wonderful. Nothing sexual, but we might have shared a kiss," she mumbled. 

"Bitch! Tell me the details! We work on details. Detail!!!!!!!" Yunho cheered. 

"Ah, no wonder why our neighbors complain about us. And there is nothing much in detail. We just had a great time and then Seonghwa came to pick him up and then they offered to drop me here so that's how I came back. And when I came in I was looking for you but you were asleep," she recalled. 

"Yeah, I was sleepy yesterday. But it's fine now… How did you kiss? Who initiated it? How was it?" The curious cat perked.

"So, we were sitting there and I kinda got lost in his existence and initiated the kiss. It was romantic and sober. It felt like my whole world fell on the right path. It was heavenly. I didn't want to leave his lips," Grace thought about that moment. 

"I'm gonna get diabetes if you will pour this much sweetness here," Yunho giggled. "I'm so excited for you two!" He got up and walked toward the bathroom, "I'm gonna go and get fresh."

~~~

"Yah! Hongjoong!" Seonghwa called while entering Hongjoong's apartment. 

Hongjoong came out of the bathroom, the towel was resting on his shoulders and his hair was still dripping. "What?"

"Ah, you didn't talk about your date yesterday. So I came in today to get the details," the smirky voice made Hongjoong giggle. 

"Why do you need to know everything?" Hongjoong groaned, playfully. 

"Because," Seonghwa helped Hongjoong to sit on the couch, "that's what best friends do." 

"Oky," he giggled. "Well, it was great. I felt so important," he shyly smiled. 

"Yeah?" Seonghwa smiled at his best friend. 

"Mhm. She was so nice and gave her whole attention to me… she even shut off the people who were talking bad about me," Hongjoong mumbled and looked sad. 

"What people?" Seonghwa frowned. "Tell me everything, Joong."

"Well, when I was waiting, there were a few people at the next table, and they saw that I was blind and started talking about how my date or whoever it is not gonna show up," he said in a small voice. 

"Joong, you know they were just insensitive people who don't even have an ounce of brain and humanity," Seonghwa held Hongjoong's hands and sat on the floor in front of him. 

"I know," the younger whispered, "but they got into my head and I was so close to leaving that place. I thought she wouldn't show up or well, might not want to date me."

"But she did and she protected you," Seonghwa gave a gentle squeeze. 

"Don't you think I should be the one protecting her and not the other way around?" Hongjoong sarcastically said. "I feel like I'm weak. From the moment I know her, she has been protecting me. I feel useless," he scoffed. 

Seonghwa thought about his friend's feelings. It was of the rarest times when he would share his insecurity with him. It made Seonghwa genuinely concerned about Hongjoong. 

"It's not like that, Joong. When you truly love someone, there is no stronger or weaker person as long as you both give mental support to each other. And you both share your responsibilities. Like, she takes care of what you can't see and you take care of what she can't feel. She protects you from the assholes who think you are less than anybody and you make her feel loved. You break the walls that she built around her heart. You make her be herself. Why the hell are you so sad? All I see is that you two fit perfectly like puzzle pieces," Seonghwa got up and opened the breakfast bag that he brought. "Don't think too much. You are gonna ruin what you have with your insecurity. But if you think too much, I would say talk to her. Putting your views on your relationship in front of her might help you feel better. You should talk when you sabotage yourself."

Hongjoong thought about what his best friend said. He was well aware of the fact that his mind is playing tricks on him. He was being manipulated by his past experiences. All of the dates he went to and most of the people he met, they all ended up making him feel bad about something that was out of his control. It was almost like his actions and thinking were being directed by those people. He needed to sort it out before his thoughts ate up his relationship. 

"Here, eat something then we have to go to your parents for lunch. They asked me to bring you earlier, they want you to meet someone as well," Seonghwa informed. 

"Who do they want me to meet?"

"I don't know, they said it was important. That you should be there before eleven."

They ate their breakfast in silence. The thoughts were running wild in both of their heads. 

~~~

"Grace!" Sofia whined. "Tell me the whole thing. Why are we so lagging?" 

Sofia and Yeosang visited Grace to know the whole Hongjoong scenario. They were so amazed by Grace's flushed look. 

"I have never seen her like this. I must say, I was worried that she was sick," Yeosang chimed in while Grace was laying on the couch with a blank face. She was looking at the ceiling without blinking. 

Yunho wanted to laugh at what a tiny man did to her. She was never like this. "Are you sick, Grace?" He asked.

"Mhm," she sighed. The other three got concerned after listening to her heavy sigh. 

"What happened? Should I take you to the doctor?" Yunho quickly got up and kneeled before her. 

"A disorder happened," still not blinking and it made them worry.

"What disorder?" Yunho caressed Grace's head. 

"HGMHD," she sighed again.

"Huh?" They said in unison.

"Hongjoong Got Me High Disorder," she pouted.

"Grace! You scared us!" Sofia hit her with the cushion. 

"What!? You asked what happened," Grace sat up properly, and Yunho got up and eased next to her. 

"So we agree that we are whipped for him… hmm?" Yunho smirked.

Grace groaned and covered her face, "I don't know," she whined, "it's so confusing."

"What is so confusing?" Yeosang questioned and grabbed an apple to nibble on it. 

"I don't know… What if Hongjoong doesn't like me?" She combed her fingers through her hair in frustration. "What if he is doing all of this as an act of kindness? He probably wouldn't even look at me if he had his eyesight," Grace's lower lip wobbled. 

"Oh, Grace," Sofia got up and hugged her. "You still stuck at those crappy remarks from your ex-dates?" 

"I mean, they all said similar things when they left," Grace sniffled. 

"But that doesn't mean that that is true," Yeosang held your hand. 

"Right. They all were assholes. I'm not gonna lie but you always dated shitty people, Grace," Yunho tsked making her chuckle. 

"I have to agree on that one. You did indeed date a bunch of shitheads. They were all filled with the fire of sex. I don't think that they ever saw you. All they wanted was to get their STD-activated dicks wet. It's not your fault," Sofia wiped her eyes.

"I agree!" Yunho exclaimed. 

"How do their words even get inside your skull? I remember the old you. You used to be so in love with yourself," Yeosang got the flashback of her happy days when she would always be happy and cheerful. 

"You know, insecurities only creep in when someone points them out. I know I was so satisfied with how I looked. But… now, when I think about it, it's just that they make sense somehow," Grace sadly smiled. 

The silence dropped onto them. It was a fact that Grace said. Bodies are something that we can never change. People pointing out the flaws that we never saw are as cruel as murdering anybody. It kills someone's confidence and makes them fall into a huge hole of self-hatred. Comparing yourself with others who have perfect bodies is so heart-wrenching.  We forget how we are so unique and blessed with oh-so-perfect figures. The beauty standards that others set are so pathetic. No one can tell anyone what a hot or perfect body is. All are beautiful. Regardless of their weights, heights, sizes, curves, features, race, or nationality, they all are marvelous. It's a beauty on its own. We always forget that we are natural art. Our flaws make us who we are, they fill in the details of our personality and make us a distinct and unique piece of art. 

The hope of someone loving Grace was so low for herself. Her insecurities were like a truck and her body was like a leaf that came under that truck. Society, the modern society was the biggest denigrator, and the people like Grace and Hongjoong were the biggest victims. 

"But what they say is not true," Yunho whispered. 

"I know…" Grace hugged Yunho. "I will try to work on it," she promised and stood up. Stretching her sore muscles, she stepped towards the kitchen. "So kids, what do we want to eat? I'm hungry," she cheered the mood.

"Ah, I'll order the pizza. You should come back and sit with us. We still need to know how the Hongjoong thing happened," Yeosang excitedly said. 

"You not gonna let it go?" Grace blushed thinking about Hongjoong. 

'There is no going back for my feelings now,' Grace mentally sighed… happily. 

"You should have hit her face with that $1000 bag!" Sofia exclaimed after Grace told them about how she first met Hongjoong. 

"I know, right? She was annoying," Yeosang ugh-ed. 

"Hm. I was feeling so bad about this whole thing. He didn't know that that bag was going to be there," Grace said. 

"Ah, but I'm proud of you, Grace," Sofia patted her back. "You took a stand. It was necessary."

"These people need to be put in their places. How could anyone say that?" Yeosang said.

"I know. But what happened next?" Sofia asked. 

"Then we went to the library and we talked a bit then we went to the book shop to buy my books and then I dropped him back at the cafe," Grace smiled. 

"Why did you leave him back there? You could have given him the lift to his house," Yeosang loudly thought. 

"Well, I did ask him if I could drop him at his place but he said that his friend is gonna pick him up and all," they all nodded. "Ah, anyway. We are going to our parents this weekend. Do you two want to join us?" Yunho's ears perked at Grace's offer to their friends. 

"Yeah, you should join us. It's been a while," Yunho said. 

"Well, I am going to Jeju Island with my cousins this weekend. So, I'll pass. Maybe next time," Yeosang smiled. 

"And Maya and I are flying to Busan for the seminar about skincare," Sofia's eyes sparked. "I told you, remember?"

"Ah, I forgot that it was this weekend," Grace nodded to herself. 

"But as Sangie said next time!" Sofia grinned. "Tell your parents that we sent good wishes."

"Sure, Sofia. But we all should make a plan for it. My parents miss all of us," Yunho chimed. 

"Mmhm, mine too," Grace said. 

"Grace, your parents have been waiting for you for so long. I'm sure they would want to spend their time with you only this time. I mean after the dinner," Sofia pointed out. 

A gloomy mood spread on Grace's face. She missed her parents but had very little courage to go back. She didn't want to show them her dejected phase. They were going to break if she did that. No good parent wants to see their children go through something that makes them hate themselves. For them, their children are the most handsome people in the world. 

"I hope it goes well," Grace sighed.

~~~

Grace was working out at her place on the balcony, and Yunho was at Mingi's place. She was doing planks when her phone rang. She got up and wiped the sweat off of her forehead and looked at her phone. 

BAE💓

She smiled and picked up the call immediately, "Hello?"

"Hi, Grace. How are you today?" Hongjoong's honey-like voice echoed from her phone.

"Hi, I'm doing great, Joongie. What about you?" Grace walked onto her balcony and leaned against the railing and looked at the world passing by. 

"Ah, I'm fine now that I listened to your voice," he giggled. 

Grace exaggerated a gasp, "you flirted with me!?" They laughed. 

"Oh, do you not want me to?" Hongjoong teased. 

"I never said that," she mumbled. 

"Oky, so I can flirt as much as I want," he chuckled. 

"I mean, you can," Grace picked on the skin around her nails. 

"Well, we will do that, no doubt. But I was thinking about yesterday," he began. 

"What about yesterday?" Grace asked. 

"It was the best date I ever had. I enjoy being with you," Grace's heart fluttered. He didn't say "enjoyed" but "enjoy". It made her inner self somersault. 

"Yeah?" He hummed, "I loved it too, Joong. I love to spend time with you. I adore it so much," Hongjoong blushed and chuckled. He never got this much attached to anybody but Grace. 

"That's nice to hear… So I was thinking if we could go out on a date?" Hongjoong hesitated.

"Ah! Yes! Please. We can go," Grace's excitement made Hongjoong giggle. "When do you want?"

"This weekend maybe?" He brushed his hand through his hair.

"Oh, not this weekend. Yunho, Mingi, and I are going back to our hometown for a dinner party with our parents for Mingi and Yunho's engagement," Grace's face fell. 

"Ah, it's alright. We can go out some other day," Hongjoong suggested. 

"Hmm, are you free next Tuesday evening?" She asked.

"Yea, I'm free in the evening," he recalled his schedule in his head. 

"Oky, great! I know this nice restaurant. They have some of the best food around here. We can go there for dinner. What do you think?" Grace asked.

"That's fine with me," Hongjoong smiled. 

"Oky. And I want to ask you something," Grace shyly said.

"Go on,"

"I was thinking if I could pick you up that evening?" She questioned.

"Sure!" Hongjoong smiled widely. "I'll ask Seonghwa to text you the address," he said.

"Oky cool, we'll meet on Tuesday!" She chimed.

"Yes. Have a nice day, Grace," Hongjoong wished. 

"You too!" And they hung up. 

This made both of them happy. They both were thinking about talking about a few of their self-doubts to each other. Hopefully, this dating relationship turns into more. 

In the end, they both made each other feel worthy. 

{Three}

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Sanaa's note:

Ahh, I hope you liked this part! I don't know but I'm kinda proud of this fiction. But anyway, I always appreciate the feedback💓

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Patches and Promises – Eddie Munson – Female Plus-Sized!Reader.

Synopsis – Y/N wants to customize a denim jacket with patches but has no idea where to start, with help from a friend, she goes to the only person who has experience. 

TW: Low self image, self hatred, partial nudity… I guess..

Also.. This is my first fic on tumblr.. .plz be kind also requests are open :)

You stare at the deep blue, tattered denim jacket your mother got you from the thrift store. You take a deep breath and scan your messy room for the large metal fabric scissors that once sat on your thighs. “Huh? Where the dicks did they go?” you mumble under your breath as you look around and under your legs for the weapon that will destroy the sleeves of your denim foe. Looking the messy pile of clothes on your floor you shuffle toward them, throwing them wildly around the room until your eyes land on the shiny blades.

“Gotcha..” You slip your fingers through the handles and take them to the stitches that hold the sleeves to the barely held together fabric at the shoulders. Your tongue pokes out the side of your mouth as you carefully cut the sleeves off, thinking of ways you can repurpose them. Loose white thread frays the edges of the newly made arm holes as you instantly think you’ve made an error. You can’t take your eye off your possible mistake as you begin to spiral into self-deprecation.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. What the fuck am I doing? This probably won’t fit me anyways... what’s the point? Stupid, fat bitch...” You mumble to yourself as you hear your bedroom door creak open to find your childhood friend stood there. “Woah… What bomb went off here?” The boy teases as he steps over your possessions and sits next to you. “Look Henderson, I’m having trouble making a stupid self-project… Why are you here?” You comment, your voice has a tone of annoyance and sourness as you watch his face contort into an exaggerated shock as he places his hand over his chest. “Y/N, we had plans to meet Robin so we could spy on Steve on his date. Did you forget?” He asks, lowering his chin and tilting his head in your direction.

You bury your head in your hands and groan. “I am so sorry, Dustin. I’ve been so stressed with finals lately and I wanted to make myself a battle jacket before graduation but never had the time. I really didn’t mean to bail. I promise.” Dustin looks at you sympathetically and rests his hand on your shoulder. “It’s okay. Nothing interesting happened anyway. Apart from Steve falling on his ass in front of his date and trying to play it off as a ‘cool guy move he pulls on ALL the ladies’ He recalls as you feel your chest beat a little harder from the laugh you’re trying to stifle. Dustin looks at the floor and looks at you as if he has a genius idea. “I know how to help.” He comments, walking to your desk and writing down an address on a piece of paper.

“Really?” you stand up and walk over to the younger boy who is surprisingly taller than you by now. “Huh… I hadn’t realised how much you’ve grown.” You smile as you ruffle his hair. “So… get your stuff for the jacket with the stuff you want to put on it and go to this address.” Dustin shoves the paper in your hand and helps you pack your bag. Your black and red backpack fills with loose patches, badges, scissors, the jacket but something is missing. “Hey if you find my— oh” you see Dustin place the sewing kit in your bag. “Never mind, you got it. Whose address is this anyway?” He looks back at you with a smirk and a teasing look in his eyes. “The love of your life. Leader of Hellfire himself.” He mocks.

You feel your stomach drop as your bag falls to the ground with a light thud. Grabbing Dustin by the shoulders you take him to the mirror. “Look at me Dustin… He’s not going to be attracted to me and I know you’ve been setting Me and Eddie up for a while now but trust me… Its not going to work.” You explain while subconsciously body checking, grabbing the rolls of fat on your stomach and then thighs. You inhale as you try and hold them in, but it makes little effort. “See, Y/N. I’ve known Eddie for a few months now and I know that he doesn’t care about body image. Especially yours.” He takes your focus off the mirror and hands you your bag back.

“Why do you think the only person he shows physical affection to in the cafeteria and in school in general, is you?” He asks sincerely. “To make fun of me Dustin. It’s kind of obvious.” You scoff, throwing the bag over your shoulder and grabbing the set of keys out of the small red dish on your dressing table. Dustin glares at you and follows you out of your room, rushing down the stairs and waiting by the front door. You turn to find your mother in the front room watching some random game show you didn’t care about. “Hey, I’m going to Dustin’s to study.” You remark as she nods, not taking her eyes off the television. “Isn’t Dustin younger than you by 3 years?” She asks trying to catch you out in your lie, you fumble with your keys as you attempt to shove them in your pocket. “Actually Mrs. L/N she is helping me study for my finals.” Dustin chimes in, grinning from ear to ear. “Stay safe, come back before midnight, hun.” She replies, satisfied with Dustin’s lie.

“Will do.” You smile as you both walk out of your house and grabs Dustin’s bike. “HEY!! What are you doing?” He asks, holding the handlebars. You pass him the bike and mutter something about calling him on the walkie talkie if things go pair-shaped. You look at the piece of paper and shove it in your pocket as you walk to the trailer park, not so far from your house. You lived close to Max Mayfield so it was a journey you were used to by now. Stopping only to grab a drink from the local 7/11 you found your way to a trailer door.

The name plate on the metal door read “Munson Residence”. You scoff and look at the familiar van parked up next to the trailer. “Oh god..” you mumble as your fist balls up and knocks the door. Carefully stepping back the door swings open and you find yourself greeted by an older man with slightly hollowed cheeks and a worn pair of denim jeans, paired with a loose fitting shirt. “Can I help you?” He asks, looking you up and down.

You swallow and stumble over your words as he shakes his head and goes to close the door on you before finally speaking up. “Is Eddie here?” He opens the door further and invites you inside, pointing to the slightly open door at the back of the trailer.

“Eddie, some girl is here for you. Probably one of your customers.” He calls into his nephews room and the door creeps open. “One sec, dude. Just getting the good shit.” Eddie walks out of his room, clutching a quarter ounce bag of what you think is some kind of weed. His shirt is nowhere to be seen and his tattoos are on show for you to marvel at.“Oh hey Y/N. This is Wayne.. Wayne this is Y/N from school. Now that you’ve met, follow me.” His brown locks bounce off his shoulders as he walks back into his room, holding the door open for you. Waving a temporary goodbye to Wayne you disappear into Eddie’s room and it is exactly how you’d imagine it.

Clothes splayed everywhere, loose guitars on the dressers and leaning on his mirror. Various posters and banners decorate the walls as you slowly sit on his bed, turning your attention to Eddie, who is now lying on the bed, shoulders propped up on the headboard giving you a good view of his torso. “You enjoying the show?” Eddie smirks and sitting up to lock eyes with you. “What brings you to my place, Y/N? Sure as hell wasn’t drugs I know that.” He comments as you feel your heart skip a beat and your thoughts being lost in his deep brown eyes. “Oh.. I’m making a battle jacket.. I was wondering if you could.. umm” you play with your hands and rub them on your black jeans.

Eddie tilts his head and nods as he clears his bed to sit cross legged across from you. “Use my help on your little art project?” He questions you as you sit opposite him, mimicking his actions. You take your bag off and pass it to him. “Everything is in here.. I need a back patch though..” Eddie pulls the bag open and takes everything out carefully. As if not to break anything he pulls out the main attraction and the frayed sleeves. “I don’t know how to get them to stop fraying and yours looks a lot neater.” You explain as he pulls a lighter out of his pocket and holding it up to the jacket.

“Trust me, sweetheart?” He asks, flicking the lighter and smiling. You nod politely as he lights the edge of the jacket and immediately blows it out. The edges of the jacket melting at the seam as your eyes watch attentively. “The trick is melting the wispy bits enough to get them to melt and weld to the edges so it doesn’t happen again and the jacket doesn’t explode when you sew patches on the shoulders.” He explains, inspecting the jacket and peeks over it. “That is, if you plan to have shoulder patches.” He smiles and lays the jacket between you both. The edges are imperfectly neat, just like him. He looks at the patches you own and shakes his head. “I understand patches are expensive, darling but I mean.. there are only.. 2.. 3.. 4. 4 patches here.”

He stands up and pulls out small box full of iron on patches, passing them to you and sitting on his bed. “Pick your poison. Whatever patches you want, you can have. Most of them are doubles anyway. Also can you take your shirt off for me?” You hold the box and your mouth and heart drops at the thought. “Take.. my..?” You ask, clutching your shirt. Eddie covers his mouth as the phrasing of his request. “No nonono.. not like that. You could use it as a back patch.. goes with the overall feel of the jacket. You can wear one of my shirts or use mine as the back piece if you want..” he fumbles, rubbing the back of his neck and looking away from you in embarrassment.

He looks back up and spots the insecurity on your face. “Y/N.. are you okay? Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” He comments, taking your hand in his. You kneel up and look him in the eyes. “I need you to promise you wont make fun of me, Eddie..” you mumble. He looks back into your eyes and nods. “I’ll even look away. But I don’t know why you think I would make fun of you.” He enquires, sitting on his knees too. You look down at the jacket as a distraction and comfort before spurting out. “You’ll hate my body, Eddie. I’m not thin and pretty like every one else.”

He looks shocked at the way you effortlessly spit self-hatred his way. He holds your hand again and places his hand on your waist. “Y/N I think you’re pretty anyway. No matter what body type you have.” He comments as a smile grows on his face and he presses his forehead against yours. “You still don’t have to do this.” He whispers to you as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Eddie.. could you.. do it for me?” You whisper back as he gives you a warm look. “Of course.” His hands slide under your shirt, taking it off and sitting back on his bed. “Are you ready to say goodbye to this shirt?” He asks as he lays it on the jacket and grabs a pencil, throwing one of his Iron Maiden shirts to you. You nod as he maps out the shape of the jacket and hands you the scissors.

“Good bye old shirt..” you mutter as you carefully cut along the faint pencil lines and place the scraps in your bag. You look at Eddie who is threading a needle almost effortlessly and picks up a cigarette, placing it between his lips. “You mind if I smoke?” He asks, picking his lighter up from the bed. “Sure, it is your castle after all.” You comment, placing the cut shirt on the back panel of the jacket, making the edges of the shirt meet the inner panel perfectly. “I asked because you’re my guest tonight but thanks anyway, sweetie.” He smirks as he lights a cigarette, inhaling it for a second before slowly letting the smoke escape his lips.

“You ever sewn anything before?” Eddie asks, taking another puff of the cigarette as you shake your head no. He clears the space in front of him and parts his legs, patting the now empty space. “Come here, don’t be shy.” You sit between his legs and he places his cigarette in the ashtray. His chest presses against your partially nude back and his head rests on your shoulders. “So hold the patch and the jacket where you want them and put these pins in them to secure them but not too close because you’re going to want a little bit of an edge.” You follow his instructions as he gets the needle and thread ready. “Good girl. Now what you do—“ you listen closely but your mind replays the praise.. good girl.. you were his good girl..

“Did you catch that?” His voice breaks through your train of thought and you hold the thread, noticing he’s done the first few stitches for you. “Yeah. Leave some edge so it doesn’t come undone..” he smiles and leans his head against yous and whispers. “You’d know something about coming undone wouldn’t you?” He mumbles into your ear. You turn to look at him and he looks at you blankly. “I’m sorry, what?” You ask, blushing. He looks confused and repeats himself. “I said, then you backstitch the top when you get there.”

“Oh.. yeah. Sorry.. I zoned out for a second.” You mumble, looking down at the red thread and the ‘Blizzard of Ozz’ back panel. Eddie looks at you and wraps his arms around your waist. “It’s okay. If you want, you can stay until tonight and we can work on it together.” He rests his chin on your shoulder, watching you make a few stitches. “I’ll help in anyway you need me too.” He reassures you while peppering a few small kisses on your shoulders to relax you. You lean into him and hold his arm with one hand. “Promise?” You ask him.

“I promise.. its our little art project now, isn’t it?” He replies, smiling into your hair and watching the needle dip in and out of the freshly stitched fabric.

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[thehorrorsoftheblackbunnymask]

I saw your LJ Alphabet and wanted to ask two questions:

1.) What would LJ do if darling didn't know they were immortal and tried to delete themself as a last ditch effort via knife to the neck Higurashi style?

2.) When you said that he'd "put his darling back together before breaking them again" did you mean that he'd let them have their identity back? If not gimme the DEETS plz.

1: he'd find it humorous. He'd stitch you back together and ask you why you thought you could escape him.

2: he'd let you go. He'd let you go back to normal life and watch as youslowly go back to normal. The trauma is still there but you're getting help. Once he things you're back to your old self, he'll bring you right back and do it all over sgain.

[rainsoughtflowers]

1K request- Can you do Giyuu with anemone plz?

did you get enough love, my little dove?

tw/cw - angst, major character death, blood.

a/n - hey tumblr say hi to my friend <3

he used to find solitude in the silence.

the lack of noises in the atmosphere allowed him peace. time to think upon his actions and what to do next. he would say he even preferred it, the quiet breeze along his skin rather than the endless chatter amongst the other hashiras.

and yet, as giyuu stared at the headstone plunged into the dark patch of dirt, he found it to be deafening. too quiet.

all he could do was remain still, faintly hearing the voices of your comrades muttering amongst themselves. a small prayer, stray tears, and a laughter that was sure to have felt bitter on the tongue. giyuu witnessed all the stifled sobs and smiles shared that evening, understanding their emotions and why they ensued. and yet, he couldn’t place his own, instead feeling a gaping hole where his heart used to lay.

he couldn’t understand. why the sky clouded over as if it too mourned the loss of its sun. how you could so foolishly allow death to claim your soul. and how he, the water hashira, seemed to lose his tears with the rain.

you were one of the only people to treat him with a kindness as gentle as the springtime sun. giyuu knew he wasn’t liked, the others had made it clear to him from the moment he joined their ranks, finding his blunt words and closed off nature rude and therefore deeming him different from the other hashiras. of course, there were the few that would still speak to him, out of courtesy at most, but you were the only one who made an effort. the one who accompanied him on walks and mealtimes despite him insisting you spend your evenings on other things.

he would admit, he found it annoying at first. you followed him around almost everywhere, endlessly chattering about the weather and the skills you were currently learning. he would rarely ever reply to you in the beginning, hoping his lack of interest would eventually bore you. but you never seemed to mind, the kind smile directed only towards him never wavering.

the water hashira found his walls crumbling as time went on, the cracks along the stone leaving him fumbling desperately to fix them. he would not get attached. he couldn’t.

so giyuu blamed his irritated tone on the sweltering heat and your unwanted presence. it was definitely not because of the fear shackling his heart, “if you’re doing this out of pity, i suggest you stop.”

despite his best efforts you did not waver, simply smiling in a way that left the cracks widening, “i don’t pity you, giyuu.”

how could you not? how could you look at him and not think about how pathetic he really was? “do you not hear what the others say about me?”

“do you think it’s true?”

he had remained silent at your question, unable to find the proper words that would best describe his thoughts. because that was the funny thing. he didn’t think it true. there had been a time when giyuu was just as bright as people expected him to be, wanted him to be. a time when the world had seemed so big, and he had dreamed of becoming one of the best demon slayers in existence. and yet, the images of carnation pink hair and blood far too large pooling beneath their body felt too clear even years later, and giyuu never again allowed another person into the tightly secured walls surrounding his heart.

“i believe you to be a good person giyuu,” you continued, tentative fingers reaching out and finding purchase on the palm of his hand, “perhaps the others don’t see that, but i want you to know that i do.”

he didn’t know what to say, lips set into a deep line and his throat dry and clogged with an emotion he couldn’t quite place. your words were so soft, so genuine he had wanted to believe it to be true. that you really could see past the brooding facade he put up. that for the first time in a long time, someone was willing to understand him, and could see past the muddy water to find the treasures beneath.

eventually giyuu had grown so used to your company he began to expect it. he would never admit it of course, but he found himself pacing his walks to match yours. he never ate until you took the first bite, and he even allowed a couple words to find a place in your conversation about the flowers in your path.

it had confused him at first. the moment he found your smiles, so wide and bright, stirring his stomach into a fluttering mess. when your eyes, boring into his own, expressed so much color and emotion he wished to never glance away. the moment your touch, fleeting and careful, had his heart aching inside his chest. causing his cheeks to burn and for his thoughts to string back to the features that formed your face.

giyuu didn’t know until it was too late that he was in love with you.

well, he had known. the emotions and rippling water cleared when you were sent on a mission, your smile never wavering even as you stood by the gates leading to the outside world. it wasn’t supposed to be that dangerous, hence why you went alone and with only a small bag of food and water. he knew that, and yet he still found himself standing close by the entrance where you waved to the other hashiras, chest aching and throat tightening uncomfortably at the sight.

you noticed him despite his plans to not engage in conversation, not quite knowing what to do with himself if he had to hear your voice before you left. your eyes brightened upon spotting him, your steps quick to close the distance between you both. you grinned, revealing pretty teeth that furthered the ache inside his chest and left him fumbling to catch his breath, “came to send me off, giyuu?”

he glanced away, clearing the lodge in his throat, “no. i was just passing by.”

“oh? are you sure?”

“yes.”

you sighed, hiding a grin behind the sound, “such a shame. and here i thought you were worried about me.”

he was. and it was so scary to him. no matter how hard giyuu tried, he could not rid himself of the thoughts plaguing his mind. the thoughts centered around the image of your dead body. the voice in the back of his mind whispering about the things that could happen to you. it was unpleasant, and he found that the only way he was able to cease his worries was by reaching out and placing his fingers on the top of your head, the softness of your hair and the warmth of your eyes prominent evidence that you were okay.

“giyuu?” you had asked quietly, peering at him curiously from his strange, and rather out of character behavior.

the water hashira swallowed down his pride, eyes settling on anything but your own, “get back safe.”

he didn’t know how, but you seemed to understand the intent behind his demeanor. somehow you were able to look past the monotone voice that left his throat and found the concern laced within. somehow, you saw the vulnerability he was trying to hide, and giyuu realized that was what he loved so much about you. he did not need silly words to communicate with you. he did not need anything but your gentle smile and the light tone of your voice, “i will.”

they never found your body.

the news of your death had come from the owl you carried around, it’s low voice announcing the fact ringing faintly in his ears. he hadn’t believed it at first, blaming it on the anxious thoughts that kept repeating within his mind. but then came your funeral, and it all felt a little too real.

giyuu continued to stare at the headstone, the surfacing of those thoughts causing the tightness in his chest to grow impossibly tighter. it began to reach up to his throat, the blur of his vision now blamed on the pain in his body. it was not new to him. the uncomfortable feeling began the moment he realized his feelings for you, and worsened the moment he heard about your death.

he didn’t find it fair. for the first time in so long he finally found someone he genuinely cherished. he had shaken off the fears of losing someone he loved, all for the hope of your smile and a better world because of it. did you feel the same way? did you see the same sunny skies and clear waters when looking at the small smile he would allow to surface at times? did you own heart flutter at the sight of his being? as terrible at he was at expressing it, did you feel the love he spent on you and you only?

giyuu let out a sharp gasp, his knees buckling beneath him from the pain that scratched at the inside of his throat. his fingers clawed at the skin, mouth open as he coughed desperately into the damp dirt by his feet. eyes burning, a fire bubbling and climbing beneath the skin, until finally it released, revealing an anemone flower, bloodied and crumpled, by the foot of your headstone.

he stared for several long, quiet moments, taking in the sight of your favorite flower. the memory still felt clear in his mind, as if you rambling excitedly about the petals happened just mere hours ago.

was this the universes way of punishing him? playing a cruel joke that he did not get to laugh at? another round of coughs overcame his body, blood blending with the pouring rain and petals growing damp and just a ruined as he felt. eventually giyuu produced so many flowers and thorns that he lay his body on the dirt, no longer caring about anything but the fading image of your smile.

even if it were a punishment he would accept it. he would lay in this newly made garden of anemone flowers if it meant he’d get to see you again. if it allowed him even a fraction of hope he’d normally never cling on to. he crumbled the petals between his fingertips, releasing a rigid breath into the rain while closing his tired eyes.

perhaps soon, he would no longer have to reach for something out of touch.

menu. lava cake.

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[evansbby]

YOU ARE THE BEST WRITER EVER I CANT 😫😫😭 THE ANGST THE SMUT HOLY SHIT. YOU HAD ME SWITCHING LANES FROM STEVE TO ARI SO FAST. WHY DOES STEVE HAVE MAJOR ANGER ISSUES ? DID ARI REALLY BREAK UP WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND?? WHAT HAPPENED TO STEVE'S SISTER ?? SO MANY QUESTIONS😫😫 AND PLEASE 😫THE PINK ROSES WITH THE RIBBON AND HIS BUTTON UP HAD MY HEART CLENCHING😭😭😭 PLZ PROTECT ARI 💔💔 I WOULD HAVE FELL ON MY KNEES FOR HIM THERE AND THEN 🥺 YOU'RE TRULY AMAZING AND SO TALENTED🫶🏼🫶🏼🤯

Ahhhh thank you so so so much bestie!!! 🩷🩷🩷

Ari with the pink flowers and white button up and brushed back hair 🥹🥹🥹 Not him putting in effort! But was it genuine???? And was he too late????? 🤔🤔🤔

And yes, soooo many questions arose in this chapter! But I did drop a few hints here and there in the chapter to hopefully help yall decipher those questions and answer them for yourselves whilst I write part 4!!

#hope01x #wg 3 spoiler #wg ask