#GUYS HELP any interest would be super appreciated

[supernatural-bias]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞'𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦

↳ summary: the x-men can't seem to leave you alone, even if you've made it clear that you want nothing to do with them. as a last-ditch effort, they send logan, who's a little different than the rest

↳ notes: man writing this fucked me up. i kept editing it because i didn't like how it sounded, so some feedback would be much appreciated

↳ warnings: mentions of blowing things up in a past instance, but no one died. reader is a mutant and their powers are kept ambiguous, but it is implied they can somehow cause explosions

↳ song: promiscuous—nelly furtado

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The first time they sent someone, you had been excepting it

You weren't dumb. You knew the difference between an innocent bystander and a hired gun; or at least something along those lines. The way people walked talked and carried themselves was always a dead giveaway, and recently you had been surrounded by a few too many intense stares and stiff shoulders for your liking. A lot more than you were used to, in fact. Maybe that's what prompted you to start taking a new way home from work instead of the usual combination of cross walks and dirty bus seats.

The quick guy with silver hair was their first attempt at contact. You had found him waiting outside your apartment for you to get home all but a week after noticing the new attention on you, and you would have ignored him too if it wasn't for the fact that he was sitting on the outside your balcony, kicking his feet merrily off the side about ten stories above the pavement below without a care in the world. And with what looked like a twinkie in his hand, too.

You'd closed the blinds without a second thought, tossing him a fake grin and a little wave when he eventually turned around as you slammed them shut. You were fairly certain he could have stopped you in no time flat, if the way you would watch him zip away in the blink of an eye later said anything, but you took a heat-of-the-moment gamble and were satisfied when all your efforts got was a whine from the other side of your window pane. His mouth was too full of pre-packaged pastry to say anything in the moment, you realized

"Not interested." You called over your back as you began to retreat into your kitchen without another moments notice.

"You haven't even heard what I want!" He said thickly, clearly trying to swallow as he spoke. You must have startled him a little then. Good.

"And I don't need to."

He left a few minutes later when his one sided conversationalist skills got him no where, and you responded by throwing a frozen pizza in the lower half of your oven.

You had been craving pepperoni all day anyway.

The second person try was a bit more aggressive.

They didn't have the decency to wait for you to come home this time. Instead, you found yourself looking up from your laptop as a chair was pulled out across from you at the quaint table you sat at. It made a scraping noise, and you tensed the muscles in your hands for a moment at the sound.

"Can I help you." Your eyebrow quirked up as you looked at the woman across from you. She had blonde hair, and what you thought were the brownest eyes you had even seen. You had trouble looking anywhere but into them for a second. When they hit the light, you swore they turned yellow just for a moment, and she looked about as annoyed as you were that she was sitting by you. You didn't have to wait long to find out why.

"We've been trying to reach you." The surrounding noise of the café hardly disturbed the hard tone in her voice. "You're avoiding us."

At least this time these people had the common sense to approach you in public. If you were any form of confrontational, which you very much weren't, you could have started a fight the last time. Who knows if you would have won against super speed and whatever else the first guy had— you weren't exactly sure about the extent of his powers, and at this point didn't care —but the point remains that some damage could have been done. Now, in the middle of a coffee shop on a busy afternoon, it would be a bit harder to start a fight. Not that you were seriously concidering it. If anything, you wanted to duck into a large crowd just to loose this new recruiter, or whatever they were called. You didn't exactly know if they had a name for this type of situation.

"I have no idea who you are." Your tone matched her own, dealing out the half lie nonchalantly. You weren't technically wrong, really. You didn't know her, nor did you know that other man that had shown up before. But you knew what they wanted, and you'd be damned if they didn't pin you down without a bit of a struggle.

Moving with a speed quick enough to get your message across, but not fast enough as to alert any of the surrounding coustomers that something was up, you closed your laptop, abandoned your now lukewarm drink, and started for the door. You only paused in your movements after a weight settled over the back of your shoulder, and you carefully turned your neck to look down at the hand resting firmly on you.

"I don't recommend doing that." You said with a bit of a warning tone in your voice, looking her right in the eyes as you did so. They had since shifted from dark brown to an almost hazel shade, and you filed that information away for later use.

Her grip remained where it was for a moment. Then a thought seemed to cross her mind, and she let go of her hold on your shirt; even if a bit reluctantly.

You didn't stick around to see if anything else would happen. You just made your way out of the shop and into the bustling street, not caring if she followed. They already knew where you lived anyway.

"Taxi!!"

The final person they sent for you, you hadn't seen coming.

Every other time— from the teleporting blue kid, to the woman with white hair and fair skin, and even the tall guy in glasses that had turned a little blue when you pushed your way past him —you had been able to prepare beforehand. At the very least you were able to lock your doors before going out and about your day. You knew that wouldn't stop them in the slightest, but it was a silent message to stay out of your business.

But this guy? This guy just didn't care at all.

"You know, you're really nailing this first impression thing."

A gruff voice sprang to life at the same moment that your hallway lights did, doing a fine job at catching you off guard. You managed to not jump, but with the way the intruders lips tilted up, you figured he knew he had surprised you.

"Oh, fuck my life."

You were really not feeling like another impromptu visit tonight. You had gotten home from a rough day of work a couple of hours ago, only to realize that you had finally blown through all your food, and was once more sent back out into the city to look for a grocery store. You had been looking forward to finally resting your feet, and maybe your eyes a few hours earlier than planned, and you most certainly weren't in the right state of mind to entertain this hulking figure of a man and the proposition that came with him.

You looked at him harshly. He had muscles for days, and a brown leather jacket to accentuate just how large he was. You knew for a fact that he was a few weight classes up from the last guy that had been sent to your house, and you wondered if this was their way of trying to intimidate you into forcefully accepting their offer.

Tiny scars dotted his face and the skin on his neck. You wondered why there were so few, considering that you already knew what he did for a living, but also knew better than to question someone like him. Especially since he was already standing in the doorway to your home, looking like he owned the place.

"Go away." You didn't grant him any sort of emotion in your voice as you walked in the direction of your fridge. The plastic bags full of your food for the week swung in your arms, and for a moment you thought this new guy was going to block your way into the rest of the house before he backed off with a roll of his shoulders.

You clocked his broad chest and bruised knuckles out of the corner of your eyes as you opened the ice box and slowly placed some frozen veggies in side by side. He had either gotten here straight from a fight, or was itching for one. You figured it was probably the former considering he hadn't jumped you the second you walked through the door. Or you know, maybe he just had fucked up hands. You could never tell with people at this point.

"You're pleasant." The mans wry smile was nothing but headache educing as you finished putting the cold groceries up. You snorted with hollow amusement.

"Try being stalked for a month and a half. It really makes you feel like being hospitable."

"Try being the guy that gets sent to get in contact with you. It ain't exactly the way I wanted to be spending my Friday night either." He parroted back your words while running a hand down his face and across what you had since recognized as mutton chops in the process.

"When are you going to tell that professor of yours that I'm not interested in his little passion project." You think that might have been the first time you ever directly acknowledged what exactly was going on. Every other time you had just told the other person to get lost or slammed a door in their face to really get the point across, but the way this guy was looking at you gave you the feeling that he wouldn't be as easy to shoo away as the others, and you weren't really feeling up for a giant display of effort right about now.

"You could always tell him yourself, bub." His eyes followed your face as you crossed the room to stop in front of him, hand outstretched with something that ignited a small smirk on his face.

"Trying to bribe me?" He asked, going to take the fresh beer you offered him all the same. You shook your head.

"No. My master plan actually consists of getting you shit-faced drunk so you guys will finally leave me alone." You watched as his hand hesitated in mid-air slightly, and you misinterpreted his silent amusement at your jab for skepticism. "I've just got too much beer and a stranger in my apartment that's not going to leave me alone anytime soon, that’s all." You relented with a shrug.

"Fair enough." He took the brown bottle by the neck and popped open the top without so much as looking around for a bottle opener. When the cap went rushing to the floor less than a second later, you squinted.

"What are you then? Super strong? Or is your power alcoholism." That got a rough chuckle out of him. He swallowed about half of the bottle in one go before answering, and you sucked at your teeth as he did so.

"Something like that."

"Wow. Really feeling the comradery here." You didn't miss the way he deadpanned at that, and you figured he was thinking about all of the times you had kicked every other pursuer to the curb without even letting them get a word in edge wise. Still, you pushed on. "Remind me how its fair that you and your friends know all about me, but I have a new hero-of-the-week showing up on my doorstep every other day without so much as a clue as to what they could do to me?"

"About as fair as your little accident in Colorado." He responded without a seconds hesitation. You felt a little perspiration form on the back of your neck, and chalked it up to the lack of a.c in the room. Even if it was anything but.

"If you're here to try and convince me to join your little superhero team, I hate to tell you, but it isn't going to work. Just like it didn't work the past ten times." You ignored his last comment and made yourself comfortable on your living room couch. "Do you have a name? I've never really stuck around to talk to one of you this long before, and it's annoying to keep rendering to you as 'some guy' in my head."

He paused abruptly while drinking the beer, and you barely held back from rolling your eyes at his change in mood.

"It's Logan." He finally bit out reluctantly. You got the feeling that the only reason he told you was because he was here by request. If it has been any other circumstances, you had no doubts that he would have told you to fuck off. He gave off that energy.

"You already know mine, so I'm not gonna bother." You kicked your feet up and let your head hit the back of the couch with a sigh. "Just let me know when you finally get bored and head out. I want to make sure my landlord knows to blacklist you from the building after you're gone."

"Is this how you got everyone else to leave? By annoying them to death?" Logan sounded more entertained then you would have liked, and you blamed it on the beer.

"Depends. Is it working?"

"I've been sleeping at a school filled with screaming kids for the past few weeks. You're going to have to try harder than that to get me out of here." He took another swig.

"What will it take to get you to leave me alone. All of you." Your voice dipped out of it's usually casual tone for a more annoyed one. You were used to playing the long game when it came to getting people to leave you alone, but at this point it was getting ridiculous with the amount of people that they were throwing at you, and it was starting to wear you out. You weren't sure if Logan could tell your patience was being tested, and you weren't sure if you wanted him to.

Logan raised one eyebrow in your direction as an answer to your question, and you sighed.

"I'm not taking a stupid fucking spot on the X-Men if that's what you're implying. What do I have to do to convince you guys that I'm not up for it; blow up a building on accident or something?" The word 'again' went unsaid, but the implication was there.

You watched as Logan seemed to throw something around in his mind for a moment.

"Do you want to know why I joined the X-Men?" He eventually asked.

"Because you had nothing else to do with yourself other than styling your hair real stupid? Seriously what's with this horn thing you've got going in."

"I joined because they helped pull me off a dark path, kid." He barreled past your sarcasm, shutting you down quicker than you would like to admit. His tone was laced with something you recognized all as hatred, and you knew it wasn't directed at you, but rather himself. You knew the feeling all too well.

"I was running from something that I didn't even know I was trying to avoid." He continued. "And if it wasn't for the Professor and his 'stupid fucking team', I wouldn't have ever stopped."

For the first time in the past few minutes, you allowed one of your walls to come down as he spoke. You stared at him with a tired look lingering behind your gaze, choosing this time to listen rather than to ignore.

"I'm not running from anything." Even as you said it, you knew it was a lie. Logan didn't even have to look at you for you to sigh and lean forward again.

"I can see why the Professor wants you on the team." You felt the cushions on the opposite end of your couch dip slowly as he sat down. The now empty beer bottle was still in his hand, but as you looked over at Logan, you found his eyes filled to the brim with nothing but the honest truth.

It was a strange, tense moment. Both you and Logan could admit that. You were clearly filled with regret for your past actions, no matter how accidental they might have been, and conflicted with yourself because of it. Logan could do nothing more but watch as you battled with yourself over his words. His original plan had been to come here, show off a claw or two if needed, and bring you back to the school with a characteristic scowl on his face. But all that was thrown out the window when you offered him a beer, and when he was finally able to get a good look at you.

You looked exactly how he used to before one of his old cage matches. Detached and losing yourself. He could see it in your eyes.

The room delved into silence. You wrung your hands together and planted your feet. Logan watched as you seemed to have a silent conversation with yourself, and he began to regret not pacing himself with the beer. He wasn't anywhere near affected by the alcohol, that's to say. He just wished he had something to do other than sit in your home with squared shoulders and a furrowed brow.

"If I took one trip over to the place, would you guys let up on whatever this is?" You finally asked. Logan pushed down a faint smirk as you turned your neck to look at him.

"Sure."

You didn't say anything else, and you didn't have to. You got up without another word and grabbed a bag from a nearby closet. Logan found himself leaning on your doorframe as you stuffed a few essentials down into your travel bag in the room over, and he remained there until you finished.

"Still curious about my powers?" Logan decided to bait you just a little further as you shut the door to your apartment with a click of your keys, and he had trouble keeping a straight face when you looked back at him with curiosity dancing across your features.

Without saying anything, he held one of his hands up, and let you watch as his trademark claws popped up slowly. Like seasonal weeds in a garden full of flowers. The appendages let out a slight sliding noise as they did so, and you blinked once. Twice. Three times.

"And I thought my powers were bad." You finally said after a moment, and Logan scoffed at you.

"Kid, everyone thinks their powers are bad at first."

You seemed to take that as a challenge, and Logan watched as a bit of that fire that he'd heard about from Storm and the others flared up in you.

"Yeah? You ever accidently blow up a boiler room and take out half your high school's classes, big guy?" Your grin was all teeth as the two of you made your way down the complex hallway. Logan slowed his pace so you could keep up, and turned around so he could fully look at you as he walked backwards.

"Big guy?" He questioned you with a tilted of his head, looking about as unimpressed as he could.

"I mean yeah." You snickered. "Just look at your, well, everything." You took to gesturing at his entire being, something that got you a huff from the other man.

"Maybe you're just small." He shot back. You laughed and shook your head, looking down at yourself. Yeah right.

"And maybe I'm right, and you're just freakishly big."

Your banter continued all the way down to the elevator, where you had a hard time holding in your laughter as Logan accidentally almost stabbed the down button with his claws, apparently having forgotten that they were even out.

You couldn't help but wonder if he was always like this; if everyone at the school was like this.

Maybe going for a visit wasn't as much as a bad idea as you'd thought.

[junkissed]

goodnight n go (teaser)

member — fwb!vernon x reader genre — smut, angst, non-idol au teaser word count — 1.7k full fic word count — 10.2k synopsis — you keep coming back for more, but every night ends the same. maybe this time things will be different. warnings — mentions of alcohol, drunk sex, car sex, guitarist!vernon, rock band!hhu, no physical descriptions of reader, vernon is afraid of commitment. this is a teaser and the final fic will have a happy ending !! notes — before you ask, yes this is based on the ariana song lol but also inspired by black eye because it's been stuck in my head the past few days. as always, thanks to @onlymingyus for reading over this for me <3 i'm still on hiatus and requests are closed but i randomly had inspiration to write something for vernon so i hope you enjoy! i am planning on writing more for this story, but i'm back at uni and my time is already quite limited, so i'll try to write more when i can! reblogs, comments, and asks are super appreciated, it means a lot and helps me keep writing so please lmk if you liked it :)

“hey, you wanna get drinks tonight?”

as usual, that’s how it starts.

you probably should have said no. you’d played this game before. you knew exactly what hansol meant when he offered to hang out after band practice, because it was never just “hanging out”.

you don’t even know why you still go to practices anymore. for a long time you’d avoided them; it wasn’t really your style, and you were never interested in being a groupie for their local gigs. your roommate seungcheol always invited you to every practice, and every time you declined with the excuse of homework or other plans, but cheol finally convinced you to come just one time.

at first, it had been because he wanted you to hear a new song they were working on and he’d wanted to know how you liked it before they played it at an upcoming show. but then he’d introduced you to the rest of his bandmates, and after that there was no going back.

you couldn’t help the way your eyes always gravitated towards hansol, who insisted that you call him his real name instead of his stage name that everyone else called him. from the very first practice, you were captivated by him: the way his long fingers seem to dance along the neck of his guitar so effortlessly, the way his voice rasps when he sings, the way your breath catches in your throat when he grips the microphone stand and rolls his head back, lips parted in ecstasy.

he’s addictive, and it’s exactly the reason why you find yourself in the backseat of his car over and over again.

every time, it was easy to pretend that things would be different. you’d walk into the bar together and sit at the table in the back, order a few drinks, chat for a while about nothing. did you like the new stuff we played tonight? yeah, i know cheol is really excited to perform it saturday. you been doing any writing lately? mmm, a little. i’ve been feeling inspired. we could go back to my place and i could show you. except he never does.

hansol wasn’t a bad guy. he always paid for your drinks no matter how many times you offered to pick up the tab, he was polite, he listened to what you had to say. he just didn’t want more than that, and that’s where it all fell apart. you’d screw around for a while, then you’d part ways and wouldn’t speak to each other until next week. you never went to see them play shows, he never texted, you never called, never went on a real date besides meeting in the same bar down the street every thursday night after practice.

he seemed fine with that. you weren’t. and yet every time, you ended up back in his arms.

he groans into your mouth, pushing his hips into you and pinning you harder against the faded leather seats of his old honda. his lips are sloppy but eager, messily pressing his mouth into yours as his fingers tangle in the hair at the base of your neck. you can taste the beer and smoke on his breath, but for some reason it doesn’t bother you. maybe you’re used to it, or maybe it’s just because it’s him. you don’t want to know which reason is the truth.

he kisses you until you’re dizzy, and you can’t tell if it’s from the alcohol or from the thrill of kissing him once again. it’s a high you’re convinced you’ll never get tired of, although you’re not quite sure yet if it’s one that he will.

hansol always lets you set the pace, but tonight he can’t seem to keep his hands to himself. both of your shirts met the floor of his car what seems like hours ago, leaving you in just your pants as he makes out with you as if it’s the first and last time he’ll get that chance. his fingers breeze over your waist the same way they breeze over his guitar strings when he plays: careful yet greedy, each touch intentional yet impulsive as he grips your waist.

he drags his fingers higher and it sends a shiver down your spine, arching your hips up against him and rolling your head back against the seat’s headrest. if there’s only one upside to this relationship, it’s that he’s good at this. really good. if he weren’t, then you wouldn’t have spent so many nights letting him fuck you in the parking lot of your shitty local bar. it does something for your confidence knowing that he must feel the same about you, or else he wouldn’t keep inviting you out. at the very least, this arrangement is mutual, even if you wish it wasn’t.

his hips rock against your crotch again, and even through both of your clothes you can feel how hard he is. your mind is clouded, everything’s a haze, and all you can think about is how badly you want him. the warmth of his skin, the gentle scratch of his nails on the back of your neck, his long eyelashes that flutter against your cheek as he kisses you.

you feel your hands slide haphazardly down his bare chest, fumbling over his hips as you tug on the waistband of his jeans. none of it feels graceful, not like the way he handles his music. it’s sloppy, desperate, clumsy, and it’s everything you need right now.

he manages to lean back from you enough to undo his pants and push them down to his knees, but his mouth is back on yours in an instant. somehow you end up on your back across the seats, gazing up at him with slack lips as his thin silver chain dangles over your face. you might not remember a lot of what happens on these nights when you’re with him, but you’ll always remember this moment. him hovering above you with heavily lidded eyes, biting his lip and cursing as he pushes into you, is etched into your mind in a way you simultaneously love and hate. love because it feels so good, hate because it never lasts.

the rest of those nights never stands out in your memory. you remember feeling good, you remember trembling in his arms and gasping and moaning and crying in pleasure, but the images are too fuzzy to make out. you don’t really need to reflect on them anyway; you know he’ll just bring you out next week and do it all over again.

hansol kisses you once more after you’re both finally spent, but the kisses afterwards are always different. more… hesitant, more uncertain. none of the passion and desperation that you’ve come to crave from him. not what you really want.

“i can drive you home,” he offers once he’s finished cleaning you up. for once you think he might genuinely mean it, but you can never be sure enough to take that chance. you want him to drive you home. god, you want him to so bad. to have him come over with you and stay the night, stay another night and another until your apartment isn’t just yours anymore, that’s what you’ve wanted all this time. and it’s what you’ll never have.

“i’ll call an uber,” you answer.

“i’ll wait with you, then.”

the silence that settles over his car is heavy as you climb back into the front passenger seat. you want to tell him to get in the uber with you, stay more than just a couple hours with you in the furthest back corner of the bar parking lot that’s too far to be illuminated by streetlights. you want to argue that he’s too drunk even to drive himself, that he needs to come home with you and sleep it off together in the comfort of your bed, but you know it’s not true and it won’t work. this is a conversation you’ve had many times before. every night you’ve spent with him blurs into the next, always the same. 

sometimes you want to laugh at how naive you are, for thinking he’d eventually come to his senses and realize there’s more to you than a good lay before a gig. sometimes you want to grab him and shake him by the shoulders and tell him to grow the fuck up, give him an ultimatum and make him tell you what he wants from you or else put an end to it all. sometimes you just want to cry, to mourn your wasted time when you’re fully aware it’s never going to lead to something more, no matter how badly you want it and how hard you try.

no matter how many times you get your hopes up, no matter how many times you pray and beg and plead with god and the universe and every other higher power to get him to realize this can’t keep going on the way it is forever, nothing ever changes. you’re never going to stop running to him when he calls, and he’s never going to stop calling.

finally another car pulls into the lot, and you manage to pull yourself out of his car. you hear your name behind you and you stumble, swaying on your feet as he rolls down his window.

maybe this time will be different.

he says his usual goodbyes and goodnights, flashing you a loose grin and a wave as his engine sputters to life, and he asks if you’re planning on coming to practice next week. 

and you find yourself nodding.

you’re left standing there, your head and your heart pounding, watching his headlights fade as he drives away, until you’ve stood there for so long that your ride starts honking and calling for you to get in the car so you can leave.

maybe next time will be different.

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[venethus-flytrapped]

i've had this post rotating in my head for like five hours. SO YOU KNOW selfship uplifter post. and obviously; proship/comship/problematic shippers DNI EVER

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shoutout to selfshippers who use literally themself! i know it may be silly to shout this out because there's either more or less "personal" selfshippers out there, but i personally don't see a lot of that. of course, i'll never hate on someone who doesn't use "literally" themselves, but i feel like ocs tend to be more popular or widespread! which is totally cool and great and i am in you guys' corner forever, but i wanna shout out people like me. because sometimes i end up feeling lonely or a little out of place or awkward because i kinda really outgrew my oc/cc phase. it gets a little awkward sometimes and i get those lingering fears of being judged or that how i choose to selfship would be looked over as opposed to an oc— again, that's not to diss anyone, it's more of a silly worry that others may be able to relate to.

shoutout to the selfshippers who it's "them" to every detail— from their personalities, to their appearance, to their preferences, to their flaws and "issues" (re: something the selfshipper struggles with). to the people who selfship using themselves because they themself want to feel special, that using themself in their most accurate form or presentation makes them feel more loved. you are always valid, and your f/o will always love you.

shoutout to selfshippers who portray themselves down to the very detail. that being hairstyle/hair-type, their appearance in terms of their body whether that is their weight and being big or small. or maybe you're a hairy femme or a smooth masc. big applause to selfshippers who get down little details like markings, how they smile, their eye/nose/lip types. much love to the selfshippers who more or less embrace "themself" in their portrayals.

shoutout to the selfshippers who selfship using themself, but it may not be super 1:1 of how they present themselves irl, and yet, it's still them! maybe it's dressing yourself in a style you can't do/have no interest in doing/can't afford to do. maybe it's you with alternative hairstyles opposed to the one you always have irl/hairstyles you can't always do. maybe you have an alternative hair color! to selfshippers who add on body modifications despite not having them irl because of any reason despite you always wanting one. shoutout to the selfshippers who, it's more or less them, but maybe their portrayals use their different names the selfshipper themself uses. that it's basically them, just under a different name. shoutout to selfshippers who, it is them, but they're not human! maybe it's a fursona, monstersona, etc— them in a different form!

shoutout to the selfshippers who use literally themselves to cope. be it handling their trauma, disorders or disabilities, illnesses— people who want comfort for those things and implement them more personally onto this accurate presentation of themself to feel that love from their faves. that they don't use a different portrayal for these personal struggles because maybe they want to imagine their fave loving them, not some stand-in or someone else that isn't them.

shoutout to selfshippers who use literally themself because they are saddened by the idea of their fave loving someone that isn't them. that the idea of them liking someone who isn't them because of how they look/act makes them feel really upset. maybe you were cast aside for that. that selfshipping using their literal self makes you feel appreciated beyong belief. that it might actually help you grow to appreciate yourself more and maybe even get better in places where you struggle— maybe using yourself helps you get better mentally or physically of emotionally.

there may be so many other reasons, but these were the ones that came to mind. if you have another reason, you're always very valid. your f/o wouldn't love you less for being you in your most "true" state, as we'll say. they wouldn't prefer you over some heavily altered version of yourself or how people would idealize you. they wouldn't prefer if you used an oc over you. they love 1000%, and nothing will change that— as long as you're happy.

[m4y4wasnthere]

i’m not pretending

dallas x f!reader ; fake dating scenario

fic request here

warnings: cursing, oral giving, degradation, praise, hair pulling ; smut with plot!

a/n: this is a wayyy longer fic than my other ones so um, be prepared. this one also is a bit more ooc dallas 😭

summary: your obsessive ex is getting super unbearable to the point you go to Dallas Winston for help. A fake dating scenario long enough to make your ex lose interest in you, along with a few rules, one of which says no catching feelings. this never works out well 😒

“look, I know we aren’t the best of friends but please! it won’t be awhile, maybe just a month or two, he keeps following me everywhere!”

You were following Dallas along the sidewalk begging him to agree to fake a relationship with you. You two were definitely not close at any means but he was your best bet at getting some kind of privacy from your obsessive ex.

“christ’s sake, fine! now stop being so annoyin’ and followin’ me around, go back home or wherever man,” he stated while abruptly stopping. You bumped into him and he gave you a cold glare over his shoulder. You got the hint and backed away.

“meet me at the Dingo tomorrow, we can discuss more about it.” You walked back home content with yourself with convincing him, but you had no idea how far this plan would go.

✰ ✰ ✰

“okay lets make a list of rules. uh, for number one, no kissing,” you got out a piece of paper and started to scribble down.

“a list? Who do you think I am?” Dallas fiddles with a small jumble of some garbage wrap from a straw. He doesn’t look at you but his eyebrows are furrowed while trying to make a paper ring out of it.

“yes, a list.” You shoot him a glare, he doesn’t bother to see. “maybe if you made lists, you wouldn’t always be losing your wallet,” you muttured under your breath.

“no kissing? look, I’m not lookin’ forward to this but I’m smart enough to know that nobody is gonna buy this if we don’t kiss.” Dallas snatched the pencil away from you and tried to erase the rule.

“i’m not wasting my first kiss on you.” Dallas paused and you were expecting a snarky remark but he just sighed.

“no kissing, on the lips, how ‘bout that?” He jotted down on the paper. You nodded in slight appreciation, he gave the pencil back to you and the two of you spent the rest of the hour going back and forth making up rules.

Your list came out to be this:

1. no kissing on the lips

2. no flirting/hooking up with other people

3. we each have to give each other something to show our relationship is real

4. weekly dates

5. stop only in private

6. pet names are needed

7. dont tell anyone

8. no catching feelings

the two of you didn’t have strict boundaries other than the last one. neither of you thought it would be hard rule to follow, your mutual dislike made it all really easy.

you guys agreed on starting this ‘contract’ tomorrow.

✰ ✰ ✰

its been 2 months since this fake dating agreement started. you found that Dallas wasnt as insufferable as you originally thought. he was funny with his wit commentary, his sarcasm, his carelessness about everything, you admired him in a way.

he was also beautiful, you noticed it before but never wanted to admit it. his dark hair complimented his sharp features but his eyes were soft in contrast.

your heart fluttered everytime he called you doll, his gal, even your name sounded like foreign music when it rolled off his tounge.

what was happening? Suddenly every-time you guys went on dates, you wished they could be more private, you wished he would hold your hand a bit longer, you wished his eyes would linger on yours and always trace your face, you wished he liked you.

you had a crush on Dallas Winston.

every second longer you stayed with him, you broke the rules of the “contract” more.

what were you supposed to do? suddenly everytime you guys were out, your acting became more snd more believable because you weren’t acting anymore. well, you wish it wasn’t acting for both of you.

you found yourself spaced out more often, lost in daydreams about your fake boyfriend, thinking about how he would react if he knew, how he would embrace you and tell you he felt the sam-

“doll? are ya okay? you’ve been looking at my arm for awhile.”

je snapped you back to reality. arms on the table, elbows planted, playing with a ring of his and twirling it on his finger.

“sorry I was just thinking.” you looked down at your untouched plate of food and starting grabbing some fries to eat.

“you ’re thinking a lot more often, i don’t know if I really like it. can’t get enough attention from you nowadays.”

he looked at you through his lashes with those gorgeous eyes. your stomach flipped and you almost dropped a fry.

“what if I’m thinking about you?” you said blunty, you tried to let out a small laugh to cover up your honest statement.

dallas stopped playing with his ring, it fell flat on the table with a quiet clunk. his eyes pierced through yours, your stomach churning with the realization of what you just said.

your face flushed with heat, ears burning, your eyes flickered to the floor. the diner felt as if it was closing in around you, it was too much to handle. you got up stiffly and grabbed your bag.

dallas was stuck sitting his chair, he was just staring at you. why wasnt he saying anything?

gosh how could i be so stupid and just say that???

you quickly walked towards the exit of the diner, passing by familiar faces. the sounds of your soles were followed by thumps. is he following me?

you quickened your pace and pushed the door open. your house was maybe a 3 minute bike ride away, about 5-10 minutes walking distance. of course you walked here with dallas so there was no way you couldnt make it home fast enough to your liking.

you spotted a black cruiser bike laying on the sidewalk. its been there for a few days, so there wasnt much worry for it having an owner.

you quickly hopped on it and starting biking up the sidewalk.

you heard faint steps catching up to you.

“doll, where are you going? c’mon lets talk about this !” dallas’ yelling slowly got muffled as you got farther away.

you couldnt help but tear up a bit as you finally stopped hearing his voice. i feel so stupid, i didnt think before i spoke. i wasnt supposed to say that.

✰ ✰ ✰

its been 2 weeks since your stupid accident confession to dallas.

you’ve been avoiding him at all costs, if you ever saw him at the same place, you left immediately.

he constantly tries calling your home phone, but you never pick up. too scared to hear what he has to say. until today.

you heard a knock on your front door. your house wasnt anything special, in a bit better shape than the curtis household but not so different in size or layout. your parents pay it off but they’re rarely home, their jobs always keep them occupied.

you were tired, you were having breakdowns throughout the weeks over dallas. you were too scared to talk to him, afraid of the chance of rejection.

you didnt really care for your appearence most of the week since you stayed home. you were wearing a cozy beige sweater and some black shorts.

you groggily made your way to the front door, about to turn the knob when the knocking became insistent.

“im opening up, god, just wait a bit !” you yelled annoyingly. the locks came undone and the door got swung open.

“hey.” dallas stood there infront of you. you stood stunned for a few moments before speaking.

“go back home dallas. im not in the mood to talk.” you went to close the door, when his hand stopped you. pushing it was no help, he held it open with no struggle.

“no shit, ive been trying to call you all week.” he walked past you into the living room. he stood, analyzing your home with tired eyes. he laid down on your couch, stretched out.

“sit with me.” he gestured next to him. you hesitantly walked over but sat on the far end of the couch to his dismay. he frowned alittle before speaking up again.

“c’mon doll talk to me. i havent seen you in weeks, ‘missed you.” he muttered the last part under his breath. you shifted uncomfortably and grabbed a nearby blanket to cover yourself with.

even now he was unbelievably hot. you hated yourself for even noticing. his hair was noticeably messy and his eyes had slight bags under them. his black tank top always hugged him in the right places

you looked away.

“talk about what dal? i dont know why your here. you should just go hom-“

“your avoiding me and i dont know what i did. okay?” he stands up, “the last time i saw you, you just drove off on whoevers damn bike that was. ’ve been calling you for a week straight and no answer.” his hands wave through the air as he talks before he plops back down and rests his head in his hands.

“look ‘m sorry if apparently its so bad that im worried about my girlfriend.” he leans back on the couch, breathless.

“fake girlfriend.” you muttered sharply under your breath. your crossed your arms, staring at the floor.

“is that what this is about?” he looks at you with a sharp turn, “god, baby, i dont care about what you said last week. it didnt bother me at all.”

“thats the thing. it didnt !” you took the blanket off and started pacing infront of him, “you dont care that i basically just said i liked you. it doesnt mean anything to you.” you were getting yourself worked up with each word you said, your eyes starting to get blurry with tears, “this stupid fake relationship and these stupid rules and i broke one of the most important ones, and you dont seem to be affected at all!” you crossed your arms and stared at him, unaware of the tears starting to stain your cheeks.

“doll i never said-“ dallas stands up and tries to approach you, but you pull away.

“dont try and lie, its not gonna make me feel better. just go dal, go.”

he ignores your statement and pulls you into his chest. you try and push him away but he doesnt let you go.

he lets out a low chuckle.

“you think this is funny? what is wrong with you !” he holds you tightly against him.

“no doll i swear ‘m not laughing at you. its just-“ he smiles lightly as he struggles to gather his words.

“i never said it didn’t effect me. god baby, if you just answered the phone. you’d know that i didn’t mind,” he stops hugging you so you can look at him,

“i wasn’t pretending. ‘nd i love you too or whatever. dont make me say it again.”

you stare at him dumbfounded.

“what?” you stop struggling against his grip and just try and process what hes saying.

“are we okay now? can you stop avoiding me?” he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, he holds your face in his hands.

“yes..” you say hesitantly. what do i do now? does that mean we’re dating? fuck.

he leans in so he can whisper in your ear,

“does this mean i can kiss you?”

you shakily nod and he pulls you in from your waist, his head tilts to the side and he hesitates before his lips reach yours.

your body was trembling from the slight affection. his lips were warm and soft, so different from his personality.

he put his hand behind your head to pull you into him more, making the kiss deeper. his other hand danced along your spine, until deciding to rest on your face.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, making him stumble a bit backwards before grabbing hold of the couch.

he pulled away for a breath before sitting down and pulling you forward to straddle him. his eyes traced your face. his gaze pierced your eyes, down to your mouth.

“my pretty girl” he mumbled before taking your lips again.

this time is was more forceful, more passionate. he grabbed at you thighs and had his hands travel all over your body. you helped him take his jacket off and threw it to the side.

he let his tongue into your mouth, making you moan into him.

he sucked on your tongue, he let his toungue slide across your teeth. he was hungry for you, he wanted more.

“take your sweater off f’me baby. let me see those pretty tits.”

he helped your sweater above your arms and over your head. your tits slightly bounced with the motion.

“no bra? fuck, your gonna be the death of me doll.”

he immediately ducked down to suck on your breast. he flicked his tongue around your nipple. you squirmed underneath him, breathy moans escaping your lips. his hands cupped your breasts, he swirled his finger around your other nipple and pinched it.

his lips de attached themselves from your tit with a pop. he licked his lips and gazed at you with a grin before returning to leaving sloppy kisses all over your chest.

“you like watching me lick all over your tits doll? ‘m making you feel good?”

you moaned quietly in response. “use your fucking words baby.” he bit some of your plush skin. “mph ! yes dal i like it.. please don’t stop” your skin flushed with embarrassment as he smirked at your obedience.

“so good f’me baby.” he lifted his head to look at you, admiring the hickeys that covered your now sore breasts.

dal took his shirt off, revealing his slighty sweaty toned body. you couldnt help but stare, you traced his faint ab lines. he watched you intently. you leaned down and licked up his abs.

“fuck doll… didn’t know you were like that. do it again.”

so of course, you did it again, this time dallas fumbled with his belt and reached down his pants. he stroked himself as he watched you lick up his chest.

“can i do it for you?”

dallas grinned and lifted you up so you were standing infront of him. he carefully stood up so he could take his pants and boxers off fully.

“sit back down baby.”

you sat in his place as you watched him slowly get out of his boxers. shit. hes big. hes the right amount inbetween thick and long.

you couldnt help but drool at the sight of him. naked and sweaty, dick right infront of your face, twitching for you.

“yea ‘m fucking big. you sure you can take this baby? not gonna be too much for you?” he smirked and said in a mocking tone.

you didnt say anything, instead you put your hands on his dick and slowly started to jerk him off.

he let out low grunts before you opened your mouth and licked the precum off his tip.

“fuck… baby, suck my cock like a good girl already.”

you obliged. you slowly opened your mouth to let more of him in, sucking and swirling around his twitching cock.

he got inpatient and grabbed a fistful of your hair and started bobbing your head up and down. tears swelled in your eyes at how big and full his cock was.

“yea doll, cry for this dick. make me want to fuck you sore.” dallas loved watching you at his mercy. he heard your gasps for air and felt the spit that piled each time you took him in fully. hearing him degrade you like this made you so wet. you couldnt help but sneak a finger down your shorts to relive yourself.

your other hand crept up his thigh and behind his ballsack. you pressed into a very special spot that you knew well.

“wait, fuck, you can’t just-“

his cock twitched in your mouth, precum oozing down your chin. his grunts became low moans of approval as you kept rubbing at his g-spot. you started to rub your clit at a steady pace.

“keep going baby. ‘m gonna come, dont swallow it.”

after a few more swishes of your tongue, you felt his cock pulsate and release white loads in your mouth. it almost made you gag with how deep he was.

“fuck baby. stick your tongue out.”

you looked up at him and stuck your tongue out. it was full of creamy white cum, and it was all his. the thought of it made you squirm and touch yourself even more. your legs squeezed together as you swallowed.

he suddenly took your hand and dragged you to your bedroom, when he forcefully pushed you against your desk.

“dal-“

“cant even wait for me huh pretty girl? had to start touching yourself at the thought of me.” he tore your shorts off with ease. “so fucking wet just by sucking my dick, your panties are soaked.” he rubbed your clit through the thin fabric.

“please dal i want you inside me. please baby, i just got too excited, i needed to touch myself.” your ass was pressed against his legs and your back was arched as you had your head turned to look at him.

“beg f’me some more. i want to know how bad you want this” he hit his hard cock against your covered pussy. you whined underneath him, moving your hips back and forth to get just the tiniest ounce of friction.

“please dal i’ll do anything, i want your cock so bad. im so wet for you.. i wont touch myself without permission again, just please put it in, please please please..” you continued to whimper under his touch and grind on him.

without warning he held the fabric to the slide and slipped 2 fingers into your needy hole.

“such a needy fucking doll.” he pumped his fingers in and out, coating them in your arousal. “just imagine how good my cock will feel,” he takes his fingers out, “pumping in and out of you.” then pushes them back in.

breathless moans escaped your lips as you felt your insides clench around him. you arched your back and your hands struggled to find something to grab on.

he curled his fingers as he pumped them in out, making you jolt in response.

“dally-“ you were cut off by his thumb reaching to your clit, rubbing small circles.

“oh, dal..” you let your upper half rest ontop of the desk. dallas continued rubbing your clit and pumping his fingers in your pussy, you started to feel a build up in your core.

you moved your hips in contradiction with his fingers, making each thrust even deeper.

“dal ‘m gonna come, keep going please.”

you felt yourself twitch as the knot you felt in your core break and your pussy pulsated around dallas’ fingers.

your body fell up and down panting from the orgasm, dallas took his fingers out and pulled your hair so you were pressed up against him.

you turned your head slightly behind you to view his face, to your surprise, he put his fingers in his mouth. licking your cum off his fingertips.

“you taste so good, y’know that doll?”

you watched as his tongue glided across his digits, fingers glistened with saliva and your own arousal. it made your pussy crave for more.

he pushed you back down on the desk and lifted your ass up in one swift motion.

“ngh ! dal be more-“

the tip of his dick slid into you and he forced his whole cock inside.

“shit. you’re tight..”

you let out an unexpected moan as he started slowly thrusting in and out of you. his thick cock stretching your insides.

“oh yea.. dallas.. i love you”

you moaned nonsense as he fucked you senseless. he found a steady but quick rhythm to stick too.

dallas leaned down fully, his sweaty chest against your back, grinning ear to ear, “you what? couldn’t hear you baby.”, he whispered. he slid out and rubbed your clit with the tip of his precum covered cock.

you whimpered and tried to grind against him, but it wasn’t the same as feeling him fill you up.

he held your arms behind your back, “ah ah doll, tell me what you said. i wanna hear it.” you struggled to find friction against him.

“i said i love you dal. i love you so much, please put it in again. i need your thick cock in me.. please..”

with a delighted chuckle, dallas shoved his cock back into you, your eyes rolled back as he slammed into you harder than before.

with each thrust, you felt your core tighten again, you clenched your pussy feel him more.

dallas felt what you were doing, he reached under you and put a thumb on your clit, rubbing slowly.

the knot in your stomach was becoming hard to suppress, dallas’ unfiltered moans didnt help.

his thrusts started to get sloppy and staggered, his cock twitched inside of you everytime you clenched down.

“dally ‘m gonna come, come with me?”

he smacked your ass in response, making you arch your back even further.

“yes doll, ‘m gonna come now. let me fill that sweet little pussy up.”

with a few more struggled thrusts, you felt him shoot his warm load inside of you. you released your 2nd orgasm, sending euphoria up to your brain. he continued to sloppily thrust before pulling out slowly.

he watched as cum dripped from your pulsing hole, he dragged his fingers up and pushed all of the white substance back in.

“so pretty when your all sweaty and ruined by me. you agree baby?”

all you could do was tiredly nod and make an incomprehensible noise. your head lay on the desk, drool leaving your mouth. you couldnt think at all.

✰ ✰ ✰

you woke up in a tight warm blanket. you barely remembered the night before, but when you tried to move, you realized that there was no blanket.

it was dallas.

“dal?”

dallas grunted in response.

“you stayed?”

he shifted his position until you were able to look up at him.

“f’course i stayed.”

you stayed silent, looking at his shut eyes.

“so..are we…?”

dallas groggily opened his eyes to look at you.

“what do you think doll. you think i stay with just anyone until morning?”

he planted a kiss on your forehead, before drifting back to sleep.

you knew he wasnt good with words, but that kiss was just enough.

✰ ✰ ✰

[voltronisanobsession]

A small teen wolf thought I had

I’m really missing season 1 Stiles, so let’s imagine him having a crush on reader😍

We all know how Stiles had an enormous crush on Lydia, it was absolutely devastating tbh. Like this dude was lowkey devoted to her💀💀

So what if a new student (reader) moved into town and it’s love at first sight for him. He’d bump into you after rambling to Scott about whatever was on his mind and knocks your binder and books to the ground.

Helping you pick up your stuff, right when he’s giving you your notebook, he’d look up and just. Stare. Cuz ZOOWEEMAMA YOURE ABSOLUTELY STUNNING IN HIS EYES

You’re busy thanking him and apologizing for the collision, waiting for him to let go of the notebook, voice slowly fading out when you notice him just staring at you with his mouth slightly open.

“Thanks for helping me. Can I have my book?”

“Uh huh.”

“…”

“…”

“Stiles, you know you have to let go of the notebook.” Scott is trying his best not to slam his head in a locker when his friend still doesn’t let go LMAO

Your chuckle snaps him out of whatever daze he was in, causing him to blush and apologize awkwardly. You’d smile at him and in good nature, joke about it and walk away, leaving him in awe.

Most people would normally give him the stink eye, but seeing how you joked about it made his heart flutter a bit.

Everything is HISTORY after that. If you have any classes with Stiles, you already KNOW he’s gonna try and sit as close to you as possible. Teacher assigns partner or group projects? He’s springing out of his seat and going to you first. You both have the same lunch period? He’s inviting you to sit with him and his friends. You’re having trouble with a certain class? Man, he’s already offering to help you after school, you’ll nail that test with flying colors!

You just get him! You like his sarcasm and MIRACULOUSLY understand his random references from movies and video games! With all the time you guys spend together, his crush on you grows more and more.

You appreciate how Stiles is so interested in the things you like and dislike. You love how he asks why you enjoy a certain movie despite the terrible reviews it got. Why you dislike an artist he just began listening to. You both love the same things, but have different opinions on everything, every conversation flows so naturally with him that you can’t help but develop a crush on him too.

You’ve never met anyone as eccentric and energetic as him, he never fails to bring a smile to your face teehee

Stiles is the type to remember every little, seemingly insignificant, thing about his crush. When your birthday rolls around, this dude has so many gifts ready😭 a warm feeling fills you when you open one gift to see it’s an item you’ve mentioned in a passing convo yall had MONTHS ago

He’s so sweet and kind with you too like don’t get me started. Stiles just enjoys being around you and seeing you happy makes him happy. SEASON 1 STILES IS THE DEFINITION OF PUPPY LOVE LIKE UGGHH

Takes you out on late night drives, barges into your room through the window with any takeout food you’ve been craving. Hed even take you out on a mini ‘date’ to the local arcade!!! his dad sees how much you mean to his son and is super happy that Stiles is happy. Loves when you come over to study with him, he’s always telling you stories about when stiles was younger (he would definitely cover your ears with his hands and speak loudly over his dad LMAO)

I’m telling y’all, stiles having a crush on you is the cutest thing ever, especially if you reciprocate his feelings!!!When you guys get together, cuz it’s not a matter of if with his friends, you’re the ultimate duo.

He’d confess his feelings for you in the most cheesiest way ever, probably during or after a school dance cuz why not.

UGH I NEED TO WRITE MORE STILES STUFF I LIVE HIM SM‼️ HE WAS NEVER THE SAME AFTER SEASON 3😭😭😭

[diagonal-queen]

Uuuuuuh, an idea has just arrive on my mind🤭 you know that boys usually tease girls they like right? I’m really curious how Tachihara and tecchou would do it… (I’m really curious for tecchou😭)

Teasing their crush

♡ pairing: Tecchou Suehiro, Tachihara Michizou, Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoyevsky x fem!Reader

♡ synopsis: How do these boys tease the girl that they like (that's you!)?

♡ cw: Swearing, Jouno suffers a lot, Fyodor is toxic as always, mention of suicide, I somehow manage to bring Astarion up here?? (sorry)

note: i know i know. it's been a while, and i apologise. i just have been so so busy. right now i'm in an exhausted trance writing this and i'm certain i'll wake up tomorrow with no recollection of writing it at all. also threw in dazai and fyodor for the sillies i hope you don't miiind~ as always apologies for errors and i hope you enjoy x

Tecchou:

I cannot see him teasing you.

I'm sorry anon but I just can't see him teasing a girl he likes. He would either be generally nice to her, super awkward but still okay, or just come off as cold and aloof. He wouldn't go out of his way to tease a girl or exchange playful banter with her

If he ever tried to tease he would probably just straight up be mean and insult you or something. And then he wouldn't understand why it didn't work

(Jouno is smacking his head against the wall)

Don't worry. If he's gonna cope with his feelings for you he's gonna do it in a way that benefits you i.e. he's just going to be super obvious about it and not even try to hide it

(update: Jouno is still smacking his head against the wall. someone help him)

Like he'll just openly buy you food and presents and tell you he likes you and like hold your hand and shit?? Tecchou is no-nonsense. He wants to date you, he'll let you know.

And it's not like Tecchou's trying any 'techniques' or anything like that. There is not a THOUGHT behind those beautiful eyes; he's just following his heart <3

Tecchou might be a bit dense when it comes to such socially complicated things as courting, but he's a genuine person and wants to make you feel appreciated, and let you know he loves you. He just does it in the only ways he knows how <3

Tachihara:

The opposite of Tecchou

He's such a teaser. He likes to make jokes with and poke fun at his love interests, but sometimes might go a bit too far with it (If he does he genuinely feels super bad and apologises dw T-T)

Like he's one of those kinds of guys who you would get so caught up in the flirty banter with that you just talk for hours

If you're texting you guys are both kicking your legs and squealing in between texts lowkey, like you're secretly such lovesick dorks but you play it so cool

Some kaguya sama love is war type shit you guys have going on

And god forbid you do this in front of other people. They're probably SO uncomfortable. Like oh my god get a room already (this dot point was ghostwritten by Jouno)

As you two get more and more into it, he becomes less tease-flirty and more sweet-flirty. He genuinely compliments you instead of exchanging little jabs and backhanded teases, and it's so CUTE

He also, for some reason, gets more shy instead of less shy. He blushes, he messes with his hair- AUGH he's so cute

In all honesty no matter what way, shape or form Tachihara flirts with you, even if he's awkward and fumbles each time, he's still such a charmer that you can't help but love him anyway. some messy hair and a sweet boyish grin goes a LONG way!

Dazai:

This is what I like to call Egotistical Flirting

He will tease you by telling you how much you love him, how much other women love him, how wonderful of a guy he is and how great of a deal he's constantly offering you. Yes, the 'deal' in question is dinner and a movie double suicide

And of course you roll your eyes and chuckle, and while he pretends that he's all offended that you aren't openly falling for it, he LOVES that. He loves your affectionate sarcasm and he could milk it out of you for days if he had the time

And he doesn't even wait to even learn your name before he immediately goes full on womaniser. He would just approach you like 'Heyyy~' and it's all downhill from there.

Dazai is a man on a MISSION is what I'm saying

He will also tease you by embarrassing you. He just says the most oUT OF POCKET stuff out of nowhere in public?? He absolutely delights in seeing you get all embarrassed and having you swat at him and scold him

(He's a bit of a masochist don't question it)

Naturally, this is generally a facade to hide the fact that he is hopelessly infatuated with you, and kinda scared of commitment. He hopes you'll accept him as he is but just in case... it's easier to put up a nonchalant front.

Don't worry Dazai. you've got nothing to worry about. :)

Fyodor:

Mind games. Mind games. MIND GAMES

And not the good kind!

He will tease you with this neat little trick he uses called psychological warfare. In his experience it's 100% effective

Fyodor is a toxic little shit. He doesn't often really 'tease' so much as 'neg'. He doesn't quite care too much about your esteem as long as he's able to make you like him back.

You guys know this thing called Ascended Astarion? yeah this is basically just that but ✨ Russian ✨

All this being said he actually does feel affection and love towards you, and he DOES care. He just doesn't want you to reject him, so he'll use any trick necessary to prevent that (regardless of general ethics for the most part)

Fyodor is an all rounder. He'll tease, show genuine affection, neg, flirt, stalk, lovebomb...the whole shebang (I'm sure he asked Nikolai for tips, and I'm even more sure Nikolai had MANY)

Fyodor is just so emotionally out of touch when it comes to other people that he genuinely has no idea how to just...flirt, or even really be casual, like a normal person. It would be sad if he wasn't such a motherfucker

Honestly all of you 'I could fix him' girlies would fall hook line and sinker for this (and I'm allowed to say that because I am one of you)

In the end...man, just date Tachihara

taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fyodorhatr, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl, @kokoenjiandco, @pinkiipeachiikeen, @call-me-albie

[kjupchurch-xx]

Intoxicated

March 16th, 2009

Today was my 21st birthday. My friend had set me up on a blind date with an actor, but didn't tell me who. She figured this would be the perfect scenario considering the hell I'd went through last Summer with a guy that was probably the biggest piece of shit on the planet. I haven't dated or been intimate with anyone since then, nor did I really have any interest in being. 

I looked over at her, "What is this guy even like?" I asked, finishing up curling my hair. 

She smiled, "He's tall, he's nice, he's super sexy and he's not American, if that gives you any hints." 

I shrugged as I sat my curling iron down, starting to put my eyeliner on, "It doesn't. But I mean, is this even someone I'd be remotely interested in?" I asked her, giving her a questioning look. 

She chuckled, "I'm positive you'll be thanking me by the end of the night." 

I rolled my eyes, "So he's an actor?" 

She nodded, bringing me a pair of ripped bell bottom jeans, "Yes. A very talented actor." 

I quickly changed into the jeans, "Is he anyone I know?" 

She walked to my living room, grabbing my keys to bring me, "Ummm... He's in that movie we watched when we were teenagers. I think it's called Swordfish or something like that." 

I gave her a questioning look, "Did you set me up with John Travolta?" 

She covered her mouth laughing, "You'll just have to wait and see. I'm not telling you anything!" 

She probably set me up with one of the extras, someone I most likely wouldn't even remember ever being in the movie. She knows I hate surprises, but I appreciate her for trying, even though the last blind date she set me up on was a complete and total dud. 

She clapped her hands at me, "Go! You were supposed to leave 5 minutes ago! He's going to meet you at RH Rooftop." She yelled. 

I grabbed my phone, made sure I had my keys and looked at her before heading out the door to our apartment, "I swear, if this is another dud, I'm going to kill you." 

She rolled her eyes, "I promise, it's not a dud. Just go." 

I rolled my eyes, closing the door behind me as I made my way down the hall, towards the elevator, then to my car in the parking garage. While making the drive to the restaurant, I'll tell you a bit about myself... I'm a Southern Belle, originally from South Carolina. I moved to NYC after obtaining a degree in journalism. I didn't have many opportunities in my small town, so I decided to move to a bigger city in hopes of pursuing a career as a reporter. I've been serving as an intern for a local publishing company, which has gone well for the most part. 

Callie and I are roommates. She also moved here for journalism, but moved here from Arizona. We met while working part-time at a coffee cafe and became roommates since the cost of living in NYC is astronomically high. She took a different career path, as a model which caused her to meet many different celebrities.She'd tried getting me into modeling with her, but it wasn't my thing. We shared a dog, Harley, who was a beautiful French Bulldog, that was treated as if he were our love child. 

As I arrived and finally found parking for RH Rooftop, I realized I was 10 minutes late. I quickly turned my car off and sprinted towards the entrance. I don't even know who I'm looking for or how to spot this dude. I approached the hostess stand, looking nervous as I skimmed the crowd of dinners wondering who Callie had set me up with. 

The hostess noticed me, "May I help you with something?" She asked kindly. 

I nodded, "Ummm... I"m here with a guy, but I'm unsure of where he's sitting. He's not American and is very tall. He's also an actor." I stammered, knowing I must sound insane. 

She giggled, "Can you tell me his name?" 

I pursed my lips, "Not really. I'm on a blind date, so I have no idea what his name is...or who he is." I chuckled nervously, scratching the back of my neck. 

She smiled, "Okay, I think I know who you're referring to. He told us he was expecting a blind date. Follow me." She said, grabbing a menu and leading me to the rooftop entrance. 

I followed behind, still curious as to who this would be. I'd probably shit a brick if it were John Travolta, but I'm pretty sure he's off the market. There was that computer hacker dude that was pretty hot too. As we reached the rooftop tables, she led me to a dark haired man that had his back towards the entrance. I couldn't make out who he was just yet and considering that was an older movie, I doubt I'd recognize him from the movie from the back. 

He stood as he heard us approach and pulled my chair out, turning to face me, "You must be my date." He said with a smile, extending his hand to shake mine, "I'm Hugh." He said casually. 

It was the computer hacker dude, and shit, did he look good. Even 8 years later, he still looked good. 

I smiled, shaking his hand, "I am, I'm Kaitlyn." I said as I took my seat. He gave me another smile before going back to his seat across from me. 

"How're you doing, love?" He asks, smiling at me, keeping his elbows off the table. Hm, a real gentleman. 

I chuckled at his flattery, already calling me a pet name. "I'm doing good, everything's going great for me at the moment. How's things going for you?" 

He shifted, "I just wrapped up filming an origin movie for a character I've played for the last 9 years, I'm finally on a much needed break and no longer on a strict regime for my character, which I'm fully intending on breaking tonight with a milkshake." 

I giggled, "I see." I said as the waiter approached us. He was a young man who was obviously infatuated with my date. 

"Holy s-, I mean, I'm so sorry-" He stammered as Hugh began cracking up, "It's quite alright, mate." He said to the young man. 

The man smiled, "Mr. Jackman, I'm sorry. Wolverine is my all-time favorite X-Men character." Hugh smiled, "Can I please get a picture with you? I swear I'll keep it professional after." He asked.

Hugh laughed, "Sure thing, mate. I'm sorry, love, but do you mind helping our waiter out with a picture?" He asked, almost embarrassingly. 

I chuckled, "I don't mind." The waiter smiled, handing me his cell phone as Hugh got up to stand beside him, making a Wolverine pose as if he had retractable claws. 

He pat the man on the back and sat back across from me, "Thank you so much, Mr. Jackman. And thank you for taking the picture. My name is William. What can I start you guys off with to drink?" He asked. 

Hugh and I looked at each other, "I think I'll take a martini." I said, flipping through the bar menu. "No problem, William. I'll take a martini, and also, a chocolate milkshake. Large, William." 

I giggled at his serious tone making sure William understood Hugh wanted a large. "Coming right up, are there any appetizers you guys want to start with?" William asked before walking off as we both shook our heads. 

Hugh looked up at me, damn was he sexy, "So, tell me about you." He said, smirking. 

I pursed my lips wondering what to tell, "Hmm, let's see... I have a Frenchie, his name is Harley. I'm an intern for a local business. I have a degree in journalism. I moved here from South Carolina after graduating college for a better chance of a career in journalism." 

He nodded, taking my words in, "I've always wanted a French Bulldog. I also have a degree in journalism. I moved here from Australia many years ago, but I moved for X-Men." He said, forcing his accent deeper as he mentioned being from Australia. 

I chuckled, "You do have a very sexy accent. I actually didn't know you weren't American because your American accent is so convincing." 

He smirked, "I happen to think your accent is sexy too." He said flirtatiously, making me blush.

I laughed, "I literally sound like cornbread, stop." 

He laughed, "You do not. Even if you did, cornbread tastes good." 

Our waiter returned with our drinks and Hugh's large milkshake, and proceeded to take our order. I reached for the menus, but Hugh swiped them from me, handing them to our server. 

He winked at me, "Gotta be quicker than that, beautiful." 

I playfully rolled my eyes, "Tell me more about you." I said, resting my chin on my hands, giving him my undivided attention. 

He smiled, "What do you wanna know?" He asked flirtatiously. 

I shrugged, "Everything." 

He chuckled, "For starters, I have two children, Ava and Oscar. They are 4 and 9. I play cricket. I enjoy singing. Every year, I go back to Australia and do the polar plunge. I'm recently divorced. Anything else you want to know?" 

I smirked, "Have you been with anyone since the divorce?" 

He looked at, surprised at my question, but smiled, "No, no I haven't. I haven't been with anyone besides her since 1995." 

I bit my lip, raising my brow with a giggle, "So you're not a douche bag then, noted."

He smiled sweetly, "No, I'm not a douche bag." He said softly. 

I shifted in my seat, taking a sip from my martini, "What are you hoping to come from this?"  

He shrugged, "I really don't know, love. I have no expectations, whatever happens, happens. What about you?" He asks, his eyes burning through me, almost with a lust. 

I smirked, "I kind of go with the flow. Whatever happens, happens." 

He bit his lip, "I like that." 

As the night went on, we ate our food and drank a few martinis. Both of us, feeling a little tipsy and beginning to ask risque questions as he moved his chair to my side of the table, now beside me. 

"So tell me, what are some of your turn-ons?" I asked with a smirk, sipping my 3rd martini.

His one hand moved to my thigh under the table, "Does it count if I say you?" He smirked, looking me in the eyes. 

I bit my lip, "Do you want to um...get out of here?" I asked him quietly. 

He grabbed my hand, "C'mon, love." and began leading me towards the entrance of the rooftop bar to head back downstairs and to the sidewalk. "Let's go to my car." He said, leading me to an SUV.

As we got to the car, he rushed towards the backseat, opening the door, motioning for me to climb in. I climbed in, sliding to the other end as he quickly slid in beside me, shutting the door and pulling me onto his lap, slamming his lips against mine as he roughly gripped my hips.  I felt him begin pushing his hips upwards, grinding into me as I reached behind us, positioning myself upwards, tugging at his belt. 

"Take this off..." I muttered against his lips as he bit my bottom lip, I pulled away and slid my top off as he helped me, tossing it into the seat beside us, leaving me in my bra and jeans. I slid off of him to remove my jeans and underwear as he undid his belt and jeans, his hard dick exposed. 

"Come here." He said, almost demanding, as he grabbed my arm, bringing my lips back to his as I straddled his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck as I lowered myself down onto him, taking every inch. 

He moaned against my lips, "Fuck, you're tight." He said lowly as he sucked on my bottom lip, nibbling at it. 

I began bouncing up and down, roughly, my moans filling the car. I felt him reach up and grab my breasts, that were covered by my bra, squeezing them. "Shit, your cock feels so good inside me." I cried out. 

He pushed my bra down, exposing my breasts as he popped one of my nipples into my mouth, nibbling at it and sucking as he started thrusting his hips up to meet mine. "Oh fuck!" I yelled as he moved his hands to my hips and started thrusting hard into me. 

"We gotta be quick, we're in a parking lot." He chuckled as he began moaning again. 

I could feel my orgasm coming, I grabbed his chin, forcing his face back to mine, crashing my lips onto his. "Cum for me, baby." He said huskily, moving his lips down to my neck, sucking and biting softly. 

I felt my eyes practically roll back into my head as I let myself go, my juices flowing down his throbbing cock as he spilled his load inside me. 

"Second date?" He asked, out of breath, laughing. 

I nodded, catching my breath, "Definitely."  

[cinnajun]

ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: zb1 as your boyfriend

a/n: these get progressively longer the more you go on and that’s my bad, i’m just insane over this group idk …

notes: long hair is implied in jiwoong’s, yujin is not included due to his age!, i did not proofread this so sorry for typos

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jiwoong

i think this would be so much fun in the like adult way … like doing taxes together and watching tv shows

dating jiwoong means SETTLING DOWN!!! this is for the long run for real

in all seriousness i think being jiwoong’s s/o means you will feel very secure at all times

he isn’t interested in anyone but you … like seriously

looks at you like you’re the only person on the planet when you’re out and about

if anyone hits on him, he shuts it down SO fast that you’ll barely have time to process what happened

in terms of love languages, i’d say his is probably acts of service in both giving and receiving

there’s no better way to show him that you love him than taking care of little chores around the house (especially the ones he usually does) or picking up some toothpaste when he’s running low

in the same way, he loves to do those things for you—he really appreciates the way you smile when you find out he did the dishes for you <;<3

overall, a very sweet relationship, and a very very long-term one

IT’S ALMOST LAUGHABLE how gentle Jiwoong is as he braids your hair, pulling each strand off your head with such precision and cautiousness that you’d think he was braiding strands of pure gold. Weddings were long events, and you’d noticed that, every time you went to one, you ended up with a million knots in your hair that you had to spend extra time brushing out after.

So, Jiwoong had the bright idea to braid your hair—and insisted he do it for you, so that you wouldn’t have to keep your arms raised for so long, or something. You just didn’t think he’d try this hard at it.

“You can go a little faster, you know,” you said, painting your eyelashes with mascara. “If you go any slower, we’ll be late to the ceremony.”

“We can just sit in the back,” he mumbled, continuing to put one strand over the other. “I need to make sure it’s well-done so it doesn’t just knot your hair even worse than leaving it down does.”

You sighed, a little smile appearing on your face. “Whatever makes you happy,” you sighed, continuing to put on your mascara. “Who am I to say no?”

zhang hao

i feel like the most prominent part of dating zhang hao is trying to figure out how you scored him LOL

i mean look at him … he's so perfect it’s almost painful

and he’s such a good boyfriend that literally all of your friends are so jealous … and he’s the only guy they haven’t called ugly so that’s a plus LOL

i will say though dating him has to mean you’re really comfortable with yourself because just about everyone shoots their shot with him

obviously he turns them down but he’s too nice to do it in a way where they’ll actually be scared off (cough jiwoong cough)

he’s very loving and very appreciative, and loves hearing about everything you do

tbh he just loves you

his love language is definitely physical touch, but in the like sweetest way possible

he holds your hand and swings it around when you’re out and about, he leans his head on your shoulder when you watch movies, he puts his head in your lap when you’re sitting on the couch…

and he always stares at you, which is super nerve-wracking, but he just loves you so much that he can’t help it

seriously has heart eyes for you

IT’S NOT ALWAYS that your mom calls, but you supposed today just had to be the day. As much as you love her, she tends to talk your ear off, which is something you’d rather not deal with at a random time in the middle of your day. Nevertheless, it was better to get it over with now rather than later.

Hao had been napping with his head on your lap when she called, and you’d hoped that would be a good excuse to hang up. Except, when you pleaded with your mom, telling her that Hao was sleeping and you didn’t want to wake him, she insisted that she needed to talk to you right then. So, for the past twenty minutes, you’d been listening to her talk about her knitting club while you ran your hand through his hair.

You’d also failed to notice that Hao had been awake since before she’d even called. Initially, he just wanted a few more seconds laying on you before you kicked him off (because your thighs were cramping and you needed to stretch), but he’d been pleasantly surprised when your attention was stolen by the phone call.

So, when you looked down and saw him staring at you oh-so-lovingly, you choked on air, causing your mom to frantically ask you what was wrong. All the while, he stared at you, wondering how he managed to find you (but shouldn’t you be asking that)?

hanbin

if you’re feeling unloved, just date hanbin and he will fix it right up for you

he is an endless pit of love and is just waiting to give it to someone (that someone happens to be you)

you’re like 90% sure he popped out of a cheesy romance novel and wandered straight to your door but i digress

everything about this guy is so pleasant that it’s almost nauseating

his mom, how clean his bedroom is, how much he happens to enjoy cooking, how much he loves all the things you suggest as date ideas, it’s so much that your friends are suspicious that he’s hiding something incredibly unforgivable

he’s not, though, he’s just like that

and he just happened to be truly, madly, deeply in love with you so congrats on that one!!!

hanbin’s love language is also physical touch (shocker)

he’s super clingy, especially when you go out together, and has to have a hand on you at all times (if you get separated it will literally ruin his day)

really loves to cuddle with you…for example, if you decide to take a nap without him, you will wake up wrapped in his impossible to escape koala hug

he also loves kisses. forehead kisses, cheek kisses, all kisses … he especially loves it when you kiss his tattoos

he gets super enamored with you when you give him the same energy back, so try that out, too

EVERY DAY, YOU GET HOME from work around the time Hanbin’s decided to start dinner, and, every day, you attempt the same little prank. Slowly, you enter your home, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

The sound of the nightly news fills your ears, and the smell of whatever Hanbin decided to make attacks your nose. As subtly as possible, you put your bag and keys down on a dresser you have in the entryway, removing your shoes and tiptoeing through the house as quietly as possible.

As usual, Hanbin’s back is facing the doorway, and he’s hunched over the stove, fiddling with whatever he’s making. You tip-toe run up to him, bumping into him and wrapping your arms around his waist. He giggles, as usual, and puts his hands on your arms.

“Hi,” you say into his back, which prompts him to turn around in your embrace, staring down at you with the most loving expression he could muster up.

And, placing a kiss on the crown of your head, he says, “I missed you.”

matthew

CUTE BOYFRIEND!!!

matthew is like so clueless in a relationship and he’s just kind of winging everything, which makes him about 70% funnier

you’ll be out shopping and he’ll pick something up, usually a trinket of sorts, look you dead in the eyes, and say, “is this something people get for their partners?”

if you say yes, it will magically appear in your bedroom like 4 days later and he’ll be oh-so proud of himself

your parents LOVE matthew, to the point where you begin to wonder if they like him more than they like you

it’s nice, though, because they’re more willing to help pay for your utility bill if they know matthew’s benefitting from it too LOL

he’s such a sweet boyfriend that sometimes you like need to stop and put your phone down

his love languages are words of affirmation on the receiving end and gift giving on the giving end

when you’re away from one another, he texts you selfies along with cute little summaries of what he’s doing and absolutely expects you to do the same

also sends good morning/good night texts if he can’t say it in person for whatever reason

also has some like tiktok-worthy beige flags (the comments say they’re all green flags)

like he asks you what your ring size is like once a month and then comes home with ring pops and goes “i had them custom made to fit your finger”

and you’re like “omg matthew i can’t believe you would do that for me!!!”

MATTHEW’S HANDS ARE poorly covering your eyes as he leads you to this mystery-location that he’d spent the entire day hyping up. He swore it was going to absolutely blow you away, and had even said that you’d be at a loss for words.

“We’re almost there,” he said, excitement dripping from his words. “Be careful, there’s a couple of steps here.”

You did your best to ascend without face planting, although it was a bit difficult given that Matthew was unknowingly rushing you due to his excitement. “Okay, are you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

In a flash, he removed his hands from your eyes, and it takes you a second to realize what you’re staring at. It’s a table cutely decorated for some sort of picnic, with string lights overhead and a candle burning on the table. You realize you’re in your parents backyard pretty quickly, but the thing that really has you confused is the teddy bear sitting on the edge. It looks exactly like the one you carried around as a kid, albeit much cleaner—but you’d lost it when you were 10.

“I tore apart your house looking for it,” Matthew said, putting his head on your shoulder. “Mr. Tumnus, right? Like the Narnia character? He was behind the couch. I got him cleaned, too. Do you like it?”

taerae

swoon

UGHHHH taerae is so perfect

like he’s totally the boy next door, locker neighbor, church boy type of boyfriend

he asked you out on valentine’s day with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a box of like really pretty chocolate-covered strawberries and you’ve been whipped since

you’re both wrapped around each other’s fingers in the most severe way possible

you’re also definitely like a married couple, specifically a couple of grandparents who’ve been retired for like 30 years

you probably share a friend group, and everyone in the group considers you two the parents of the group (you’re the dad)

almost always, you have a third wheel, but that’s fine because you and taerae are good at making sure it’s not awkward (which is why people always want to come on your dates)

taerae’s love language is definitely quality time

more often than not you’re both doing something completely separate from one another and he doesn’t care, he just likes knowing that you’re around

i don’t see him being the touchiest person, even in a relationship, so spending time together is the only thing taerae needs to feel loved. if you never blow him off and spend all of your free time just sitting next to him, he’ll be entirely pleased forever and ever

SOMETIMES, YOU FORGET that Taerae is in the room with you, which tends to be more embarrassing than you’d have wanted it to be.

Once, early in your relationship, he’d come over and you’d been spending time in your room. Except, hours had passed without you saying a word to each other, and you’d forgotten he was even there in the first place. You were so engrossed in your latest craft project, attempting to crochet, that he’d blended into the scenery of your bedroom.

So, when you kept messing up on a particular stitch, you found it fit to stand up and absolutely scream at the top of your lungs. When you got done, you planned to sit down and keep doing, but you heard Taerae laugh nervously behind you, causing you to freeze up.

“Uh, what was that?”

You turned around, staring at him with what could only be described as horror written on your face. You stared at one another in complete silence for what felt like hours, although in reality it must’ve been no more than five or six seconds.

“I forgot you were here,” you finally choked out, feeling heat rush to your cheeks. Taerae just laughed, and it only made you feel more miserable.

“You’re adorable, you know?”

ricky

ricky is such a sweet boyfriend

even if he’s a bit awkward at times he’s so nice to be around

i think he just cares about you so much that he fluctuates in the same way that you do…if you’re happy, he’s happy, if you’re sad, he’s sad, etc…

at the same, he’s always completely panicked that he is not doing enough for you

he constantly checks in to make sure that you are getting what you need from him, and, while he wouldn’t say it aloud, he appreciates it when you do the same

he doesn’t like conflict so he pretty much does anything he can to get rid of the problem before it happens

as such, if he finds out anything upsetting, he will approach you about it instantaneously

i think ricky’s love language is gift giving, though, both on the receiving end and on the giving end

whether it’s an origami flower made out of a receipt you got or a pretty necklace you found while out and about with friends, ricky treasures it like it’s his child

almost every gift you’ve gotten him is displayed in his room somewhere, like he’s got a whole shelf dedicated to things that you gave him …

all of his gifts are incredibly well thought out too even if they’re last minute

he also tends to just give you anything that you express literally any interest in

you like the hat he’s wearing? okay it’s yours now

“no i mean that i like it on you!!”

he doesn’t care it’s yours now

THANKS TO A FAMILY VACATION, you hadn’t been able to see Ricky for a week, which had been the end of the world for both of you. So, the moment you got back home, you ditched the comfort of your room to head straight to his house.

The moment he opened his front door, you collapsed into his arms, taking in the scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of laundry detergent coming from his sweater. Then, you realized that the sweater he was wearing was new.

You leaned back to get a better look at it, taking it in. “I like it!” you exclaimed, smiling up at him. He tilted his head in confusion, staring back down at you.

“Like what?”

“The new sweater.”

Without even skipping a beat, Ricky tugged it over his head, causing your mouth to drop open a bit. “Wait, no—”

Before you could finish your sentence, he’d pulled it over your head, and was waiting for you to put your arms through the sleeves. He smiled, happy with his sudden attack. “I knew you would, so I got two.”

gyuvin

dating gyuvin is so much fun

you were probably friends before you started dating, so when you start dating, it’s like your friendship amped up 200% along with like some kissing and stuff LOL

he knows you inside and out, to the point where you wonder if he knows you better than you know you

he also definitely had a crush on you for a loooong time before he acted on it so he remembers little details you shared in passing from years in the past

as such he’s constantly taking you out on the most lovely dates you could possibly imagine

you mentioned you like hot chocolate two years ago on a friend group outing? well good news! gyuvin remembered and he’s taking you to a world-renowned cafe that’s specifically noted for its hot chocolate

you like barbie movies???? every single one is downloaded onto his computer. every one. and he knows which one is your favorite

i think gyuvin’s love languages are acts of service + quality time

he just likes doing things for you and he likes doing things with you too … he just likes you tbh

he’d be heartbroken if you ever said no to one of his meticulously planned out dates so make sure to never do that (his friends would also hate you instantly and being hated by sung hanbin AND park gunwook is terrifying so don’t do that)

strangely enough, when you reciprocate the energy and plan out intense dates based on little tiny information, he gets super flustered, so try it out if you can

THE FIRST THING that comes out of Gyuvin’s mouth when he comes into your living room is, “You remembered?”

You’re almost taken aback by the question, eyes widening the moment the words leave his mouth. He was asking you that? After he remembered every little detail about you, from your favorite episode of your favorite show to your favorite breed of dog?

“Of course I remembered that you like soccer. How could I forget that you like soccer?”

You’d set up a little mini-party for the both of you to watch the World Cup, equipped with snacks and a jersey for his favorite team. And, somehow, he was a blushing mess, as if he didn’t expect you to remember something so basic about him.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled, turning away from you as he turned beet red. “I just…I don’t know, I wasn’t expecting it.”

“Well, expect it more often,” you said, linking your arm with his, a bright smile on your face. “Cause I love you. And I love doing things for you.”

gunwook

yea gunwook is definitely your first love and you’re really hoping he’ll be the last

you probably had some sort of super dramatic lead-up to you actually getting into a relationship, so you’re also probably super attached to each other by the first day you’re calling him “boyfriend”

even though he’s young, gunwook feels a lot of responsibility for everything in his life, so being with you is essentially his wind-down time

as a result you have a lot of sleepovers, which include doing facemasks and going to bed at like 9pm because he’s so tired

and you just generally spend a lot of time together because you’re an oasis in the middle of the desert for him

gunwook feels really proud that he gets to have the title of “your boyfriend,” so be prepared for him to call himself that a lot

it makes him all giggly and happy, which makes you all giggly and happy, so you’re pretty much giggly and happy 24/7

gunwook’s love language is absolutely words of affirmation

he’s under a lot of pressure (student council vice president, class president, like good lord he is leading the people) so he just wants to hear that he’s doing well, especially from someone he cares so much about

even just telling him that he’s doing his best will make him melt in a pile of i-love-you putty

and he makes sure to do the same for you :)

IT’S NOT OFTEN THAT Gunwook breaks under the pressure, but when he does, it breaks your heart, too. It’s inevitable that he loses his balance sometimes, given the fact that he often takes on way more than he can handle, but you’re always there to pick up the pieces.

“You need to go to bed,” you say as warmly as possible, placing a hand on his shoulder. He continues to write a flurry of numbers onto his paper, trying to fulfill his plans of finishing all his weekend homework so he could spend the majority of it hanging out with you. “You can finish tomorrow morning, okay?”

Gunwook stops, finally, leaning back in his chair. He looks up at you, a frown on his face, and you can tell that he’s starting to unravel. You cup his face in your hands, looking down at him with the calmest smile you can muster.

“You did a good job, tonight. And calculus will be there for you in the morning, okay?”

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop.”

You smile, a feeling of triumph overtaking you. “Thank you very much!”

thank you for reading!

[riddle-me-ri]

Don’t know if you have any Gojo x reader asks soooo~ Gojo x oblivious reader. Like this man is crushing HARD but any and every advance he makes is a total crash and burn as it flies over reader’s head. Gojo’s friends all watch this shit show fly as they watch the normally smug man suffer.

a/n: hey anon! congrats you're actually my first jjk and Gojo request (so plz go easy on me asdfg)!! this was a super fun and cute idea, I came up with too many scenarios in my head so I decided to do little headcanon chunks lol

Content Warning: none

Gojo Satoru Interested in an Oblivious Reader Headcanons

- Gojo is at his wits end.

- He was used to everyone either being annoyed or enamored by him.

- But you were just you…polite, considerate, and painfully oblivious.

- As much as he appreciated you for seeing him as a friend and not a weapon or a nuisance…he wished you could see him as more.

- Gojo shared his treats with you, went out of his way to be next to you, to save you from the slightest inconvenience.

- If you were ever in a bind he offered to help with way more enthusiasm than he did for any task the old guys gave him.

- Gojo honestly kicked himself thinking he was being far too obvious…

- Somehow you never caught on…which drove the strongest one borderline crazy.

- Gojo will ask his colleagues what he should do, with many dismissing him.

- “Hey Nanamin~” “No.”

- Nanami suggests that you likely know you deserve better than Gojo. Utahime and Shoko find it amusing, and Yaga just yells at Gojo to do his actual job.

- He contemplates asking his students for help…

- Megumi doesn't care, Kugisaki cares almost too much (more so about him harassing you instead of the actual dilemma at hand), and Itadori doesn't understand why Gojo-sensei doesn't just say something.

- Itadori does recon for Gojo and asks how you feel about his sensei.

- Gojo learned from his student that you indeed admired Gojo, appreciated his gestures and would like to know him better.

- Gojo's bright blue eyes gleamed under the blindfold at the information.

- Perhaps his efforts weren't for naught after all.

[mosoderbergh]

Dynamics between Solas and the Veilguard team

So this has been going around my head lately: What if Solas had been physically present in the lighthouse and had become more of a traditional companion along with the others? How would they have reacted to him? What could the relationships have been? Here's my take:

Emmrich - They would probably be the fastest to warm up to each other. Emmrich is curious, and he has enough life experience to let the past rest, even when it comes to Solas. Their relationship would be collegial, because Emmrich would treat Solas as he would a fellow scholar and Solas EATS THAT SHIT UP.

Harding - Oof. Complicated. She’s suspicious of him, he teeters between apologetic and defensive. He regrets how things ended with the Inquisition, but he can’t hold back the snide comments sometimes, and Harding does NOT appreciate it. She wasn’t his friend like Varric. Just how bad things would be between them kind of depends on if he still killed Varric in this scenario. It also depends on the outcome of her companion quest: If she decides to let go of her anger, they might find some common ground eventually.

Taash - This one is interesting. So to start off, they don’t really have any personal beef with Solas, but they find him weird. They also have a tendency to be slightly inappropriate, which Solas doesn’t appreciate much. Solas would ask them about their dual cultures, which Taash doesn’t really know how to deal with. So there’s a lot of confused irritation happening between these two. UNTIL Taash’s companion quest kicks off. Firstly, because Taash asking Solas about gender would probably lead to their first productive conversation. He created his own body. Taash has some feelings about that. Secondly, because Solas sees Taash’s relationship with their mother, that strained conditional love, and is unpleasantly reminded of Mythal. Which is confusing to him, because in his mind, Mythal was not an abuser. But he sees this dynamic and it is both obviously bad and achingly familiar to him. I’m not sure he reacts well to it. Maybe he even starts off chastising Taash for disrespecting their elders only to then see that, no, actually, something really is wrong about how they are being treated.

Bellara - Some initial guardedness on his part because she is dalish, but we all know how much he loves genuine curiousity. And Bellara is so curious, so clever, and so kind. The egg doesn’t stand a chance. She, in turn, would be cautious about him for a while even after he has already pretty much adopted her. She would soften his edges the same way a friendly Inquisitor/Cole did. And eventually, I think their relationship would be super cute. She’s excited to show him how their culture has progressed in ways he hasn’t become aware of yet. And he would humour her. But at the same time, the fact that he cares for her makes him more determined to follow through with his plan. He wants to give back what his failure took from her. I even think that, in this scenario, her getting kidnapped and blighted by Elgar’nan in the third act would be a personal blow to Solas. That's his daughter. And when she climbs Elgar’nan’s throne and tells him “you’re not my gods”… oh Solas is so proud. (This one gives me brainworms ngl)

Davrin - oh, they would NOT get along. Davrin’s open disinterest for elvhen history frustrates Solas, and Solas’ general high-brow bitchiness inspires Davrin to new heights of sarcasm every time they talk. Problem is: Assan fucking LOVES Solas. Solas does nothing to encourage this and is very annoyed, but Assan doesn’t care. That’s his big elf buddy. And he WILL attempt to sit on Solas’ lap many, many times.

Neve - The BANTER. Can you guys even imagine? These two would spar at every opportunity. Neve would rip him to shreds and he would let her, only for him to read her to filth the next time around. There is serious animosity there in the beginning, but Solas respects her drive to help people. And she begrudgingly warms up to him, mainly because of Bellara. Neve might not like the guy much, but he’s clearly protective of Bel. They have some common ground there. They would also absolutely play chess.

Lucanis - Superficially, they get along. They’re formal around each other. Lucanis isn’t really interested in a philosophical debate with the Dread Wolf. He has other problems. BUT Lucanis has spent his life surrounded by professional backstabbers. He knows them when he sees them, and Solas rings one too many alarm bells in his head. Solas senses that apprehension. They never really relax around each other. Lucanis politely declines his help with Spite because he doesn’t want him poking around in his head. Spite is super pissed about this. (“Wisdom. Made. A body. Could make. MY body! Better than yours! Talk. To. Wisdom!”) Solas has a soft spot for Spite because Spite, exclusively, still refers to him as Wisdom. So most of the companion banter would be between him and Spite.

[child0feden]

Pen pal! Pelle! but reader is a Sanrio girly (my melody especially) and all of her letters are in my melody envelopes and paper which pelle pins up on his wall but would the other guys in Mayhem make fun of him? Or just ignore it?

awhhh, this is cute! i think that pen pal! pelle would, in a kind of strange way, really love something this… obviously pink is not his personal favourite colour nor are cute little characters quite his thing but seeing just how much effort you always put into your letters to him? seeing the light pink envelopes that they always come inside of? seeing the gentle pink paper that your letters are written on? seeing the small sparkling stickers of the cartoon character that you place on top of any small blank spaces of the paper that your letter is written on? seeing your words in the letter being written down in shimmering pink glitter pen ink? he just appreciates it, seeing how much effort you put into your letters to him just makes him feel so special and so loved… to you, it is probably such a small thing but to pelle? it shows how much true passion you put into your letters to him, it shows how much you genuinely enjoy writing back to him and that goes such a long way with both him and his once closed off heart…

pen pal! pelle has little to no idea at all who or what this little cartoon character that you seem to love so much is but what he does know is that now when he goes to collect the bands shared mail at closest the post office? when his tired blue eyes land on a pink envelope with the said character printed across the thin paper along with a pastel ribbon wrapped around it bunched in with some other plain envelopes holding letters that are obviously addressed to the other members of the band? it never fails to make the smallest little smile crawl across his pale face as he takes the bundle of letters into his hand before rushing his way back home with them all! but just one letter in the small bunch of them in his hands has his interest at all and it is the one with the now familiar yet still not well known character printed across the envelope

øystein and jan would definitely poke some little fun at him from time to time whenever they see him come through the front door holding the light pink envelope with an adorable, yet obscure and unknown to them, character printed on the coloured paper in his pale hand after he gets back to the shared band house from the local post office but in general? they never get all too mean nor too serious about it and it is not super common for them to point it out at all! they are not heartless people and for the most part? they just let pelle do his own thing and almost never even enter his room to even catch sight of the other pink pieces of paper that he has pinned up on the tall wall beside his makeshift bed… for the most part, they see how much better pelle has started getting ever since he became a pen pal to you which as friends? that makes them happy and as a band? that helps a lot with productivity when making music! so whilst yes, they do crack the occasional little jokes about the cute pink envelopes your letters always come inside of, they are never mean enough to actually get to pelle and he usually just shakes his head at their jokes whilst hiding his reddening cheeks with his long blonde hair as he throws their letters towards them before returning up to his private room with your letter held tight in his hand… he is always much too focused on wanting to be alone and get to reading your letter to take in their words, he just shakes the jokes off and leaves…

maybe it is bad and almost a hoarder type of thing but pen pal! pelle can never ever find it in him to throw away anything that comes along with your letters! the thin silk ribbons that you always tie around the envelope with a little bow knot at the front? he keeps every single piece of that silk after unraveling the almost perfect bow, he keeps all of it in a drawer at his wooden desk and even keeps one piece of silk ribbon in the pocket of his tattered jeans at all times which often becomes a frequent little stress toy of sorts for him as he slips his hand into the pocket and wraps the soft ribbon around his slim fingers when nervous or having an especially bad night! all of your pink envelopes that have your favourite little character printed across the paper? even after ripping them open to get to the letter held inside, he keeps those in a drawer at his desk too! all of this stuff related to you is kept inside of one single drawer that is basically dedicated to you whilst some of it like a few of your letters as well as some pictures of you get pinned up on the wall right beside his bed! deep down he knows that you probably would not be mad or upset if he threw away the pieces of decorative ribbon and the envelopes but he just cannot do it, it feels far too special to him and it is the most effort anyone has ever put into something meant for him in a very long time, he just wants to treasure it all forever until the end of time

i definitely do not think that they even existed at the time but if pelle saw a my melody stamp set at the post office when he was out collecting mail once more? he would use the little money he has available to buy the set in a heartbeat and sends his letters to you using the stamps because he knows that you will like them due to the character printed on then or at least he really hopes that you will like them… and of course you do! a small section of your letter back to him after the first time he uses one of the new stamps is just gushing over how cute it is and how much you love it before you thank him for using a stamp like that just for you, when he reads your written words about how it made you feel so special and soft inside? he can feel his cheeks grow so warm and his heart tightens in his chest as he realises that he made you feel special too, he made you feel special when you always make him feel so special… it is all he ever wanted to do, it is all he ever wanted to make you feel and he did it…

anyways, yeah this is so cute and i love it! thanks for sending this in, anon <3

[pinkpowderpuffbaby]

The universe doesn’t make mistakes

Rating: Explicit

Category: M x F (Choi Jongho x Reader Y/N)

Tags: Smut, Korean Shamanism, Korean Religion, Modern Setting, Soulmates AU, Rich Choi Jongho, Supernatural Elements, Angst With Happy Ending, Soft Choi Jongho, Rejected Soulmate Bond, Virgin Reader

Word count: 8.2K

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Hello, this is my first fanfic ever, english is not my first language, so some sentences are a mess. Please be kind! :)

I have to clarify that I have no intention to mock anything regarding korean shamanism. It is a topic I study and I have utter respect for. This is work of fiction, you don't have to be a virgin to become a mudang (female shaman) but you have to have initiation illness, even when born into a shaman family. There is no concept of soulmates in the practice of shamanism, nor does the age of the initiation matter. This is a work of fiction.

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The street lamps alongside the main street flickered for a short second, making you stop in your tracks. Today was a strange day. You could feel it from the moment you woke up. You were super sensitive towards any energy and weather changes, maybe it was the shaman blood in your veins. The blood that made every woman in your family a mudang. Everybody but you. 

Rejection was something you were familiar with from the moment you were born. Your parents were distant from you your entire life, every friend, every schoolmate eventually replaced you with somebody better. It wasn't a tragic life, but it definitely wasn’t a happy one. Life was just so-so. Every single day was so-so. 

The flickering street lamp went back to normal and you continued with walking. You were on the way to work. The bar you worked at was a fancy one, often visited by groups of rich people. It was a good place that paid well and the work hours were durable. You weren’t exactly excited to work, but you knew today your favorite group of people would come, like they did every Friday. The group in question consisted of four guys and two girls. The guys San, Yeosang, Wooyoung and Jongho were handsome rich guys that were actually nice, treating you kindly even though you were just a bar staff. It wasn’t often you meet guys that were nice, you were aware that the shaman blood in you was like a repellent, guys couldn't pinpoint what it was, but they couldn’t stay too close. It was what it was, you still spend your nights hoping one day the shaman in you will manifest, even though all your female relatives manifested super young. 

The two girls of the group were even lovelier, Karina and Yeji. You have met a number of rich girls that were mean for no reason, but these girls were so polite and always pleasant to be around. They often made small talk while you were serving them, looking genuinely interested in what you had to say. Life wasn’t so bad when they came, being treated nicely wasn't an everyday occurrence.  Maybe not becoming shaman and living like this was your curse, your karma for something you have done in your past life. 

You arrived at the back of the bar, pushing a code in and coming inside. The weather was still cold at night, it was only early spring after all. You smiled politely at everyone, bowing slightly as you went to the lockers. People here were nice, not too friendly, but they never made you feel like the outsider you felt everywhere you came. Once you changed into your uniform you went towards the bar greeting the bartenders, preparing all the things that might help you with serving later. Today was going to be a busy day, you could tell just from the energy alone.

𔓘𔓘𔓘

It was 10 PM when the group finally came into the bar. The other server slightly nudged you, alerting you that they came. They always requested you as their server, you were quick and never made a mistake in any order. It made you happy when people were kind and appreciated you. They also tipped super well.

“Can you take room 45, it’s only two people. I am going to 67.” you asked your coworker. 

“Okay.” she said, already on her way. 

As you stood in front of room 67, you took a deep breath. There was a little secret you kept, it was the reason you were so excited for Fridays after all. Choi Jongho, one of the guys of the group, you had a little crush on him. Obviously you would never tell a soul, he was rich, extremely attractive and he was the only person in the entire group who rarely acknowledged you. He wasn’t impolite but he never tried to small-talk like the others. Well, he barely made eye contact. Maybe that was what made you attracted to him, he was a little mystery, something exciting to look forward to on Fridays, no big deal. Little impossible crush felt good, to keep the life running, to make the time go by faster. Maybe if it went fast enough you would finally manifest, finally your life would make sense and wouldn’t be one big pity party.

𔓘𔓘𔓘

“Hello everybody, how is your Friday going?” you bowed as you stepped into the room. All of them turned their heads your way, smiling at you.

“Hi, our favorite server is finally here!” Karina lifted her slim pale arms in the air, coming towards you to give you a little hug. The rest of them greeted you as well, so politely. You smiled wider, but the back of your head buzzed with strange energy. It didn’t feel bad, but it didn't feel good either. All of them were dressed extra nice today, the girls in glitter outfits, hair made into wavy hairstyles, while the guys were in formal suits. You looked to the right for a quick second, taking in Jongho’s lean body seated on the cushion bench. He was on his phone, brows furrowed, typing furiously. He looked like he had a bad day too.

“What can I get for you? You all look lovely, what’s the occasion?”

“It’s Karina’s birthday!” San smiled, placing his hands on Karina's slim waist, leaning in to kiss her cheek. Karina and San were a couple. They were soulmates. Until you met them you didn’t know it was even possible for two people this good looking to be together. But it made sense, the universe wouldn't make a mistake in matching people. Not everybody finds their soulmate, but it wasn’t all that rare. Not everybody wanted a soulmate and not everybody got one. It wasn’t just that there was somebody super compatible with you, but time and place was important. You had to touch them to know they were your soulmate. You could be walking around somebody all your life and not know, there aren’t any indicators, it isn’t any special magic. You meet and you touch, then you know. Once you know, you are soulmates, some romantic, some platonic. Most of the people that found their soulmate were platonic, best friends for life, partners in crime. 

The idea was so lovely in your head, you prayed at your grandma's shaman altar when you were a child, begging the gods to allow you to find a platonic soulmate, to finally find somebody who wouldn't reject you, but would be there for you. Mudangs were the only people who always had a soulmate without the exception. Usually the soulmate was another shaman, making the rituals that were performed more powerful. But you weren’t a shaman, the spirits rejected you. That meant you probably didn’t have a soulmate. It was what it was, you came to terms with it a long time ago.

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You were going back and forth from the room towards the bar, your tray full of different drinks. More people came to celebrate Karina’s birthday with the group, four more guys and three girls you didn’t know. All of them were dressed beautifully, all of them so so kind. You opened the door to room 67. Yeosang, who stood close to the door, grabbed your plate, helping you with the heavy drinks.

“Yeosang-ssi, you don't have to, it’s my work to do that!”

“It’s okay, please let me help,” his smile showed his white straight teeth, his spicy cologne heavy in your nose. 

You allowed him to carry the tray to the big glass table at the center of the room, bowing in thanks as you started to place the drinks in front of the people who ordered them. Jongho sat in the very corner on the right on a leather chair where the table didn’t reach. You grabbed the drink, plain whiskey on the rocks, with both hands, ready to give it to him directly. You could feel a little droplet of sweat on your nape, energy strangely buzzing behind your ears. He didn’t look up even when you stood right in front of him. You gulped.

“Jongho-ssi, here is your drink,” you bowed, extending your arms closer to him. He looked at the glass in your hands, no indication of taking the drink from you. Why didn’t he take the drink? Your hands started to feel the cold of the glass, putting the glass even closer. Somebody on the other side of the room screamed, startling you. You whipped your head in the direction of the scream and the impact made the glass slip from your cold fingers. As you turned your head back expecting the glass to shatter, Jongho’s hands grabbed yours, making sure the drink didn't end up on the floor. 

The time completely stopped, your entire body was suddenly on fire, every cell awake as the blood rushed to your head. The moment was gone before you could register what just happened. Jongho was your soulmate. What. The. Fuck?! You looked into Jongho’s face, body full of anticipation of what is about to come. 

Nothing. Jongho’s face showed zero emotion, his eyes still on the glass.

“I got it, thanks.”

Oh. You bowed and went to the glass table for the tray, quickly leaving the room altogether. Did he not feel it? What just happened? Is Jongho actually your soulmate? Million questions filled your head as you felt your body getting weak, searching for the closest chair available to sit down. You were alone in the bar hall, your breaths heavy, your lungs felt full of water, like you were drowning. 

𔓘𔓘𔓘

You took a quick break outside, breathing the night Seoul air. It was probably a mistake. It was the strange energy you felt the whole day that got you confused. It’s okay, you got this! Universe doesn’t make mistakes, your aunt, who is the most powerful mudang in Gyeonggi province, told you so. If he was your soulmate, he wouldn’t ignore you. The universe doesn’t make mistakes. Your soulmate can’t reject you! The universe doesn’t make mistakes!

“What are you doing here? You have to go back to room 67, they ordered more drinks,” your coworker looked rushed, urging you back to work.

“I am sorry, I am coming.”

𔓘𔓘𔓘

You served the room, coming back and forth once again, a painful fake smile frozen on your face. It was a mistake, the universe doesn’t make mistakes. Unmanifested shamans often go crazy, maybe you were going crazy too. As you were walking with an empty tray back to the bar you felt strong hands grip your upper arm, stopping you in your tracks. 

“We have to talk,” it was Jongho. What does he want? Why is he talking to you? He never talks to you.

Your entire face twisted painfully, his touch super hot, it felt like you were being burned. You didn’t say a word, you didn’t know what to say, nodding weakly. He let go of your arm, but your skin felt hot where he touched you. You followed him to one of the empty rooms, you didn’t know how he knew it was empty, but you didn’t have any energy to ask him. You wanted this to be over with. Whatever he had to say, let it be over with. You stepped into the empty room and he closed the door behind you, his back to your front, as you made more space between you. 

“Listen, I don’t know where to start,” he grabbed his face with both hands, he looked troubled but mostly annoyed. You didn’t understand what was happening. He continued speaking.

“I don’t want a soulmate.”

It was like a bomb dropped. Your body shivered, feeling all blood leaving your body. The universe doesn’t make mistakes. Soulmates can’t reject each other. So he was your soulmate, he felt it too. He felt it and he didn’t care. He doesn’t want a soulmate. 

You couldn’t utter a word. He didn’t look at you, his back still facing you. He doesn’t care to the point he doesn’t want to look at you. Your soulmate is rejecting you. Your own soulmate doesn’t want you. You thought all your life that rejection was the only thing you understood fully. You took different pathways all your life when you felt rejection coming. It was the feeling you hated the most because it was a feeling that happened like clockwork with everybody. You have never in your worst nightmares imagined that soulmate rejection would happen to you. And this quickly.

Jongho turned his body, now facing you. For the first time ever he made direct eye contact.

“I am sorry,” he bowed deeply, like when you bow to an important elderly. As quickly as he entered the room he was gone. You couldn’t understand what was happening, your brain not fully grasping the situation. You were so confused, so tired and so so so hurt. Your body felt weak, rejected. You were rejected. 

𔓘𔓘𔓘

You spend the upcoming week in insufferable misery. Your soul felt heavy and your body weak. You couldn’t understand what was happening. You have never heard about soulmates rejecting each other. You kept telling yourself it doesn’t matter but you knew that there were consequences that came with soulmates. You can't just reject the person, the bond needs to be severed in some way, you can’t live in a state of rejection by your own soulmate.

On Thursday you took the first morning train from Seoul to the small village in Gyeonggi province where the only person who could give advice lived. Your aunt, the only person who truly cared about you. She was powerful, she would have answers, you kept telling yourself. The universe doesn’t make mistakes. 

𔓘𔓘𔓘

As you sat in front of your aunt, a beautiful older lady, long locks in a precise bun, wearing fusion of modern clothing and traditional mudang dress, you felt utter humiliation. You were a failure of your entire bloodline, you weren’t worthy of being a shaman and you weren’t worthy of a soulmate either. 

“Puppy, I am so sorry,” your aunt opened her warm embrace, a painful look on her face. She hasn't called your puppy since you were a child. You stood up from the table in quick motion, leaping into her arms with a face full of sticky salty tears. Everything was hurting, your arms, your legs, your puffy eyelids and mostly your heart. The universe does make mistakes.

𔓘𔓘𔓘

You laid on the ondol bed next to your aunt, your back facing her as she played with your hair, trying to calm your never ending sobs.

“Puppy, there is a way to cut the soulmate bond.”

You whipped your entire body to face hers. The quickness of the motion made your head throb. You could hear the little clock in the darkness that took over the entire room. 

“There is a ritual that can be performed by the soulmates to sever it,” her pretty pale face changed expression to one of martyr.  

“It makes my heart heavy to say this but if you stay in the bond in a state of rejection, it can kill you.”

“It can kill us both?” you asked, shocked.

“No, sweetheart, only you. The person who gets rejected is the one to die.”

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It was Friday night. You had no idea if Jongho would come tonight. Even if he didn’t, you had to ask somebody in the group for a way to contact him. The ritual needs to be performed. You don’t want to die. Your weak body felt a rush of anger. He has to agree to perform the ritual, he can’t be selfish enough to kill you.

Your steps took you to room 67, as every Friday. You smiled and greeted everyone, but the smile didn’t reach your eyes. Everything was painful. Getting up from the bed felt almost impossible. Your aunt didn’t tell you what the ritual actually was. She can’t tell you alone, you both have to come. The ritual needs to be performed with both sides present, it’s not an easy ritual. Your aunt told you she never performed it herself, that nobody in her 30 years of practice wanted such ritual. She only heard of it when she was studying with senior mudang during her teenage years. Your dear aunt was willing to help, she told you it can be done. It’s okay, the universe will make it okay. 

𔓘𔓘𔓘

Jongho sat in the same chair as a week ago, at the same place where you learned your tragic fate. He didn’t greet you nor did he ask for anything to drink. It was Wooyoung who ordered for him. The energy in the group felt the same, he probably didn’t tell them. Good. You couldn’t take more humiliation. 

As you bend down to hand him a drink, making sure your fingers didn’t touch his, you whispered the same words he told you: “We have to talk.”

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You closed the door behind you, as Jongho took a seat on a bench in one of the empty rooms. His eyes were on his shoes, his legs restless, tapping. 

“If you don’t want us to be soulmates, we have to cut the bond. My aunt is a shaman, she can do it,” you said with a stone expression. Your insides didn’t feel stone-like, they felt like a lava. You wanted to cry, the shadow of your sobs still heavy in your throat. 

His head whipped from his shoes to your face, expression confused, his pretty boba eyes wide open. Was he playing stupid? Why is he surprised? This is what he wanted.

“What do you mean cut the bond? Can’t we just ignore it?” he asked. 

“You are being so cruel to me, Jongho,” you dropped the honorifics, your entire week has been hell, your body weak to the point of collapsing. He rejected you and he doesn’t know shit about how the bond works. How can one be so selfish?

“I am sorry,” his gaze dropped back to his perfectly polished shoes.

“If you are sorry you will come with me to my aunt. This is not as easy as you think it is. If you don’t want us to be soulmates, you owe me this much.”

𔓘𔓘𔓘

The radio played a love song. How ironic. You sat in the passenger seat of Jongho’s sleek black Mercedes. He didn’t look at you once ever since he picked you up. It was his idea to drive together and he couldn’t even look at you. You felt all the sadness turn into anger.  He was polite and kept all conversation, even the one on the phone, very business-like. He treated this like a business transaction. You felt humiliated, was this all you were worth? 

“I won’t ask you anything else but please let’s cut the bond at all cost. Please, listen to my aunt and do what she says. You don’t have to believe in mudang's power, but I need this. Please.” 

His small face didn’t turn towards you, but you could see his knuckles grip the steering wheel tighter. He tightened his jaw and took a deep breath through his nose. He nodded. 

He was driving in silence, apart from the radio. You had time to look around the car. There were sunglasses on the dashboard as well as a small polaroid of the group. In the middle of the picture stood San and Karina in embrace, others by their side. It was a wedding photo. You had no idea they were married. A new wave of sadness overtook you. 

Your eyes followed Jongho’s lean fingers that were on a steering wheel. He wore a silver ring on his right ring finger. Maybe he had a girlfriend? A wife? You didn’t know anything about him, you didn't know the reason for the rejection. Maybe if you knew, you could understand. You looked up from his fingers to his side profile. His smooth pink lips. little pointy chin, pretty straight nose and long lashes. He looked like a doll, so handsome. Even with all the anger and injustice, your body could feel the strong pull towards him. His handsome face, his deep honey voice, his musky cologne. 

The universe didn’t know shit. 

𔓘𔓘𔓘

He was so charming towards your aunt, shy at first but so talkative as the time went by. You felt insane, you have never seen him like that, not even with the group. He was an enigma, you couldn’t understand anything about him and you were in no place to ask him. He wouldn't tell you anyway. As he sat in the garden by the mountain god statue, your aunt approached you in the kitchen as you were preparing tea. 

“Puppy, I know it hurts but I will make sure you will be alright. My sweetheart, I will not let this end badly, I promise.” 

You nodded, now drained of all emotions. You kept mixing the tea with a wooden spoon, looking at the murky green substance.

“Yee-moh, what do you think of him?”

“Puppy, let’s not,” she caressed your cheek with the back of her hand.

𔓘𔓘𔓘

“I needed you both here to know what bond you have. Once we know for sure, the ritual may vary,” your aunt grabbed your palm in her right hand and Jongho’s in her left. 

Your entire right side burned, Jongho’s warm body was just centimeters away. You resented yourself for the reactions. He was so calm, his breaths even, his posture sharp but serene. He smelled so nice, his black hair swept from his forehead, dressed in black pants and cream shirt. The spring wind was blowing right into his face through the open window. The air here was clean and smelled of everything good. He had to take the ring off. He didn’t protest.

“The bond is definitely romantic.” 

You casted your eyes into your lap. Humiliation. You couldn’t allow yourself to look at Jongho. You would rather not know his reaction. Tears pricked in your tired eyes. 

“The ritual to sever the romantic bond is more difficult than the platonic one. You need to wait for the full moon, this time it’s the eighth day of the next month. There is a cabin in the mountains near Suncheon in South Jeolla. The local mudang will show you a way.”

Your aunt stopped talking, but not willingly. She was choked up with emotions, which, you didn’t know. But you knew what she was about to say would be either humiliating or gruelling. Every ritual was. It was difficult and draining emotionally and physically but it was better than death. Or you hoped. 

“You have to have sexual intercourse.”

You felt your stone wall expression crumble and more hot tears burned your eyes. This was an impossible task to complete. You were sentenced to death from the very beginning. Your aunt continued:

“You have to make a potion from the herbs I will give you. The process of the preparation needs to be thorough. By the 11 PM once the moon is in the line of mountain god you will strip, drink the potion and lay together. Once it’s finished you have to wait till midnight to ring the bell at the top of the mountain, a short walk from the cabin. Once you ring the bell three times you will sing a song. You have to learn it, it cannot be read. The gods and spirits would be so angry. They are already angry, they don’t like when people disobey the universe. They made you soulmates, they are not happy, you are not thankful for this gift.”

𔓘𔓘𔓘

Your aunt took you to the room where the altar was, red candles melted but burning. Jongho stayed in the kitchen, sipping tea in silence, not uttering a word. You didn’t look at him, not once since your aunt explained the ritual. The incense smelled beautifully in the late afternoon air. You felt shy in front of your aunt for the first time in your life.

“Puppy, I am sorry. I know this is uncomfortable and I wish there was another way, but there isn’t. You will do it, I will not let you die. I didn’t tell you this but I feel like I need to. I feel how fond your spirit is of his. You need to stop. Even when the bond is cut, you can still die, you can go crazy if you develop deeper feelings. The cutting will make the madness worse, I will not lose you to this. Once the bond is cut you will come to me and you will stay here. I will take care of you. My baby, I will not lose you.”

You climbed to your aunt’s lap, just like when you were a child, laying your heavy head on her shoulder. She was sobbing, her entire body shaking with the impact of her cries. You joined. 

𔓘𔓘𔓘

The car ride back home was awful. The silence felt heavy, no radio this time. Jongho was deep in thoughts. This was worse than you expected. You felt the need to talk to him, to explain, to communicate this, so everything would go smoothly. You didn’t want to die. But he didn’t know this was about your death, or so you thought.

“I heard you and your aunt,” he sounded angry, like he was lied to. You didn’t understand. You felt like telling him would make him pity you and you wanted to save a last piece of dignity you had left. Why was he angry?

“You should have told me, this changes everything. I am not going to be a killer, a murderer.”

You felt a wave of anger run through your body, from the tip of your toes to your forehead, fierce and hot. 

“What the fuck did you want me to tell you? Jongho, you are not willing to talk to me at all, you are treating me like I am a bother, you will not even look me in the eyes. When did you think was the right time to tell you?”

He was quiet for a moment, stopping the car at the nearest rest stop. He titled his entire body towards you, for the first time looking deeply into your eyes, genuine.

“I know I am being unfair, I am sorry. I-... I will try to make this easy. I am truly sorry. Let’s communicate more, I will talk. Let’s talk. It’s 10 days till the full moon.”

“You are talking out of pity and guilt. I am not a pity party, Jongho.”

“I know. But I owe you this. I am sorry.” 

He turned back to the steering wheel. Blinking into the nothingness. 

“I have never had sex. I am from a family of mudangs, I mean not only my aunt. My mother, my grandma… my sister. I should have been one too. I was hoping the illness would come, just like it came to all women in my family. My purity is the only thing I have left that could have made me a mudang.”

He didn’t speak but his breath shuttered, stuck in his throat. He was surprised. It was the first emotion you could physically see in his expression. The silence was defeating.

“To you this is a bother, but I am losing everything I have. I won’t have a soulmate and I will have no chance left of becoming a shaman. This is a death sentence either way, my aunt knows it too.”

“I am so-”

“NO! I am sick of your sorry’s.” 

You were so sick of crying. So sick of the pain, so sick of the universe, so sick of your fate. The universe makes mistakes, you were sure. 

𔓘𔓘𔓘

*a year ago*

It was Friday like every other. Jongho just finished work, walking slowly to the underground garage by the office to his car. 

“Hey, big boy,” it was Wooyung.

“Hyung, what are you doing here?” Jongho smiled, he was always happy to see his best friend. His friend group were the dearest people to him. He loved them more than anyone. 

“There is a new bar, the group is going, I came to take you there, so you wouldn’t get lost,” he teased.

“Oh, fuck off, I was born in Seoul, I know my way around, you asshole. You just wanted to ride my new car, didn’t you?” 

Wooyung’s smile was answer enough.

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Jongho was sitting on a leather cushion bench in the new bar, all members of the group present. It was nice, the atmosphere was sophisticated but modern, he could tell it would be their new regular hang out spot. 

As he turned to speak to San, somebody came into the room.

“Hello my name is Y/N. I will be your server in room 67. Feel free to ask me anything. I will try my hardest to make all your wishes come true.”  

Jongho’s blood turned cold, in front of him stood the prettiest girl he had ever seen, shiny hair laying over her shoulders with sparkling eyes and cute button nose. He felt his wrist itch. His wrists always itch during important events. His grandfather was a shaman, one of very few in Korea, the male posts weren’t generational, he told him it was the only mark left of his powers he could inherit. 

But Jongho was cursed. There was no way. 

He quickly inverted his eyes, making sure not to make eye contact. Less contact the better, absolutely no skinship allowed. Grandfather did this. This can’t happen.

୨ৎ୨ৎ୨ৎ

Every Friday Jongho came to the bar, he made sure to not talk or even move when Y/N was in the room. That was safe. That’s how it should be.  

That didn’t stop him from pricking up his ears everytime Y/N was making small talk with anyone in the group. He didn’t want to miss any new information he could learn about her. 

That didn’t stop him from watching her pretty figure everytime she was leaving the room. Long smooth legs and thin waist. The way her curvy hips stopped the door from closing. His wrists were itching constantly now. He wanted to stand up, touch her, whisper in her ear that he will help her. Take her home. Make her his.

Sometimes Yeosang would stand up and help her, bending down towards her when she was busy, taking her tray, helping her. Jongho’s wrists were burning. 

𔓘𔓘𔓘

You were in one of the cafes near your work place, Jongho sitting quietly in front of you across the wooden table. You could tell he was trying. He was making small talk, he asked questions. He made it seem like he cared. Ridiculous. This was fucking ridiculous. He was rejecting you, sitting across from you, learning the song word by word. The song he will be singing when he officially rejects you. He doesn’t care. He doesn’t care and he is breaking your heart and you should be repulsed by him. But you weren’t.

This was your third time meeting since the visit of your aunt. This time Jongho was wearing a dark green sweatshirt and light wash jeans. His bangs were in his forehead, the sunshine shining over his smooth face, making his dark brown eyes seem light colored. Your heart felt heavier with each meeting. Your aunt told you you have to stop, that your spirit is fond of his. You couldn't help it, it was like fighting alone against an army of soldiers. Everyday you understood more and more that death would follow either way. There was no way even your aunt would be able to heal your broken heart. 

Jongho’s eyes lifted from the handwritten text towards you. The corner of his mouth lifting for a split second, before what looked like rational control came over and he stopped. He cleared his throat. 

“I am confident in the song. Let’s practice.”

Your heart prickled, the universe was so cruel. 

𔓘𔓘𔓘

It was the eighth day of the month. Today was a full moon. You were already in Suncheon on the way to the mountain sitting in the passenger seat next to Jongho who was driving. All you wanted was for it to be over. You missed your aunt’s embrace. Her warmth and smell, you missed home, you missed the time before your hands touched Jongho’s. 

The whole day passed in a blur, you felt like your mind wasn’t present. It felt like your entire body and mind understood this is your end, that you are living through a trauma that will haunt you till your last breath. It was already dark outside. You and Jongho haven't spoken a single word the entire day. You haven't looked at him since the moment you arrived. Your first sexual experience should make you nervous, but you were calm. Calm like still water. Looking peaceful from the outside, but inside was only death. You would turn mad after this.

𔓘𔓘𔓘

It was 10:50 PM, only ten minutes till the start of the ritual. You were standing in the kitchen in the cabin. You were surprised how modern the cabin was, you expected an old wreck, but it was a newly rebuilt one. The mudang who explained the path told you so. It was more common to cut the bond that you expected, but that didn’t calm your nerves. The shaman said a lot of people come here but most of them end badly. She was old and honest, she had nothing to lose in telling the truth.

It doesn’t matter, it wasn’t your choice in the first place.

You could hear Jongho stepping out of the shower, hair still wet. He was wearing linen trousers and a light long sleeve shirt, sleeves rolled up. The water droplets making some parts of his clothing see through. He was so handsome.

By the 11 PM you were making the potion, all the meeting together practicing paid off because you didn’t have to look at the recipe. You knew every step by heart. He did too.

𔓘𔓘𔓘

Once the potion was done, it was like a reality came crashing down. You had to strip, you had to sleep with him. All your confidence you were building, all the dignity left vanished. You were scared. You have never touched him, apart from the incident with the glass in the bar, when you learned your fate. 

“Let’s strip,” his voice was raspy from not talking the entire day. It made your belly swoop. 

You grabbed the strap of your white lace sleeping dress, dragging it down. There was no place for shame. This was it. Once the dress fell to the floor you reached behind your back, opening the clasp of your bra. Your panties next. You were standing back to Jongho’s figure and even though you were brave enough to strip, you were not brave enough to turn around and face him. 

“Turn around,” he commanded. His entire demeanor changed, you could tell just by his voice. 

You were shivering, your tan smooth skin full of goosebumps. You turned around.

You could never be ready, even if you practiced for a million years like a martyr.

Jongho's tall naked figure took you by surprise, the air left your lungs. This felt like devil's punishment, like you were already in madness. His broad shoulder, the fullness of his chest muscles, his big arms, strong hands, defined smooth belly, strong thighs. His full and thick cock. He was already a little hard. Your lack of experience made you nauseous. You could feel a little wetness in your crotch.

His eyes were hungry, studying every little detail on your lean body. You could feel your nipples getting hard but you didn’t have enough courage to look down. Your body yearned for this to last forever, you wanted him to look at you like that forever. Maybe you could convince him to stay. To not abandon you, to not leave you behind to your death.

“Come here, we have to drink,” another command.

You took a step closer to the table where the potion was. His eyes followed every step, not leaving you for a millisecond. It was time, you had to hurry, there was no time for messing up. You grabbed the copper bowl, lifting it to your lips, taking a sip. The potion was bitter, it tasted like you imagined a Joseon era medicine would. You passed the bowl to Jongho, but he wasn’t taking the bowl. Just like he wasn’t taḱing the glass in the bar not even a month ago. 

“Drink, we don’t have time,” you said.

He took the bowl from your hand, making sure not to touch you. For a flicker of moment you considered that maybe he is repulsed by you, that this is a torture for him. Just the thought made you place your hands over your body, in futile effort to cover. 

He finished the potion, placing the bowl on the empty table. 

“Come closer, let’s start with a kiss,” it sounded painful coming from his full lips. 

“We don’t have to kiss, I have never kissed anyone either, we-” you couldn’t finish the sentence because Jongho was already on you. His strong burning hands on your bare hips, his warm mouth on yours, tasting like the potion, but mostly like himself. He tasted like he smelled. His entire body was fully on you, you could feel his hard crotch on your wet one. You moaned into his month and his cock twitched. Any rational thought left in your mind left you. You couldn’t get enough. This could have been the rest of your life, but realistically you know in a few hours you would become mad. 

You were lost in the feeling of his mouth, when his right hand grabbed your boob, flicking the nipple with his neatly cut fingernails. You wanted the fingers inside. Your hand grabbed his, dragging it to your pussy. You have nothing to lose, you have to enjoy this, you have to be bold. This will be the only memory you will have of him. His pretty eyes got bigger, clearly surprised. Once his fingers touched your wetness, you felt your body react immediately, you had no idea it could feel like this. His hand moved in perfect tempo, catching every moan with his mouth.

“Oh, baby, you can cum” he whispered to your lips. 

Your entire body came to a halt, cumming. Few tears escaped your eyes, falling on your cheeks. The pet name made your throat tighten. You could have had this for the rest of your life. The universe didn’t know shit.

𔓘𔓘𔓘

You didn’t know how you got in the bed, but you didn’t care. Jongho’s strong body was towering over yours, fitting like a puzzle piece. He was kissing your neck, while his hands were mapping every crease of your soft body. You had a second of clarity, taking his face in your hands looking at him in detail. Everything on his face was so attractive, so endearing, so sexual. From his high cheekbones, his round forehead, small nose to his chin. His eyes. You couldn't get enough of his eyes. All those months he refused to look at you. You felt jealous of your past self, you should have tried harder, you should have made different decisions. You should have let the glass drop. 

He bent down, kissing your lips, almost silent chuckle escaping him. Was he mocking you? It felt like mocking. He will spend the rest of his life with somebody, having the same moments like this, maybe better. To him this is a moment of finally being free from the burden, for you it was the end. You were desperately searching in your mind for a prayer you once read secretly. Prayer for a better life when you are reborn. This lifetime you were already doomed.

“You ready, angel?” 

Why was he smiling? This wasn’t funny, He was so cruel. 

You nodded, your heat yearning desperately to be filled by him. You could feel his left hand leaving the skin of your stomach to grab his tip, directing it to your entrance. The moment he pushed his length inside all the air vanished from your lungs. You have never felt better in your life. He was perfect, he fitted like he belonged. You could feel his fingers caressing your cheeks.

“Okay? Can I move?” He was still smiling, but he was clearly affected. Did he feel as good as you did? You wanted to ask him, but no sound came out. Once you nodded his lips were on yours in an instant, his strong hips slowly starting to move. This was worth it, the rest of your life in misery seemed like a fair price for a moment of this. His right hand grabbed your thigh, angling it a little up, making him fall deeper inside you. You let out a squeak. His lips fell off of your, his mouth now by your ear, deep whine escaping him, making you burn hotter, your body tighter. 

He moved with precision, not too slow, not too quick, always in control. You wanted it to last forever. You searched your mind for another prayer, but it was empty. You grabbed the side of his head, caressing his earlobe, positioning his face in front of you, begging with your eyes for another kiss. You hoped he felt a little guilty, you could only imagine how you looked right now, but you hoped you looked messy enough to make him regret leaving you behind.

“Can I cum inside, angel?” 

“Please,” you shivered. You wanted nothing more than to feel his warmth in you a little longer. Keep it inside while you climb the mountain to ring the bells. Make the gods see that you deserved every bit of misery that came your way. His body tightened and you figured this was it. Your pliant body ready to cum the moment he did, to share one last moment together.  

“Here you go, shhh, baby. Here,” he whispered, himself in a little cloud of delusion. 

You were ready the moment the words left his mouth, feeling his warm cum painting your walls. Your body felt like it was being electrocuted. Every good emotion you have ever felt filling your body. Only if it could last forever. 

𔓘𔓘𔓘

Jongho laid on his back one arm behind his head, the other caressing her sleeping back. She laid on his chest, little breaths escaping her sleeping warm body. Her frame was much smaller, fitting perfectly into his arms. Of course it did, they were made for each other. He was a fucking fool.  

It was 1:46 AM. He didn’t wake her up. The bells were supposed to be rang by midnight, but he didn’t give a fuck. He was a fucking fool. He would rather die that part ways with her. Curse or not. He will find a way. 

Suddenly he could feel her small body twitch, his bare cock brushing by her belly. Jongho bit his lip. He has to explain everything to her, he has to make it better. He has to earn her trust.

She looked around confused, the panic evident in her delicate face.

“What time is it?”

He squeezed her body closer to his. He didn’t know how to start. How to make it better, how to explain. 

“Y/N,” he started but she was already in full panic mode.

“Jongho, WHAT time is it?” She was frantic. He felt his own tears prickle his eyes. 

“It’s 1:48.”

𔓘𔓘𔓘 

You couldn’t feel your body at all, the only thing behind your eyes was a full on white panic. 

“We missed it, Jongho. We missed it, I am going to die,” you sobbed, your whole body shivering. 

The moment your eyes met Jongho’s, you felt paralyzed in stampede. He was crying, round tears falling one by one, his body still under yours. What happened? What have you done? What have he done?

“Angel, this is my fault. This is all my fault. I am so sorry,” You couldn’t understand what was happening.  “The first moment I saw you I knew we belonged together. I didn’t need to touch you to know.”

You didn’t understand what was happening, your tears stopping immediately, another mix of emotions replacing them. Did he trick you? Was his intention to hurt you?

“I ignored you intentionally. I was thinking that I can save you, but I can’t. You can’t die, Angel.” His strong hands took you from his lap and placed you on the other side of the bed, he took the comforter and placed it over you body, before he continued:

“My grandpa was a pansoo, a male shaman. One that angered the heavens so much they made him go mad, they made him curse his own family to get closer to the spirits. They promised to make him a god and he sold his family for it. Y/N, I am so selfish, But I will find a way to die instead of you. I will make sure you live.”

Jongho’s hands were in his hair, gripping it tightly by the roots. You were worried he would rip his hair out with how much force he was using. You were scared. Not of Jongho, but for him.

“I don’t understand, Jongho. What curse?”

“The soulmate of every male descendant will die an excruciating death. My dad rejected his soulmate and it saved her. It saved her. My mom wasn’t his soulmate, they came to hate each other, but they live, all of them live. Being alive is the most important. I fucked up, Angel. I won’t let you die. I was so scared that the moment you would ring the bell, you would die because of me either way. I had to take this risk, to try to save you. I will find a way to die instead of you I promise.” 

“Jongho-ya,” you let the blanket fall from your body, your naked torso coming closer to him, trying to take his fingers out of his hair. He stopped using his force the moment your fingers touched his, his body relaxing immediately, but panic didn’t leave his eyes. 

“I will not let you die, Jongho-ya.” You didn’t know how to soothe him, desperately searching in your memory, how your aunt soothed you when you were little. He opened his arms, taking you inside them. You will figure it out. The universe doesn’t make mistakes. 

𔓘𔓘𔓘

*3 years later*

Your thighs burned, sun shining directly on the entire surface of your naked body. Jongho’s hands were clasping your hips, trying to help you lift yourself up and down his cock. The sun made his skin look golden, his brown eyes see through. The huge windows in your shared apartment covered the entire wall, but because the building was so high, nobody could see, the windows were tinted from the outside. You were thankful that Jongho insisted, because otherwise the entire Seoul would see what was happening. Daily, sometimes multiple times a day, in broad daylight, in the middle of the night, sometimes during his lunch break, almost always during breakfast. 

“Angel, are you tired? Let’s change,” he flipped you easily onto your back. 

He loved manhandling you, but not more than you loved being manhandled. Everyday felt like a blessing. The universe doesn’t make mistakes. You were foolish to question it. The universe was fair to those who deserved it. He took your power, your family heirloom in exchange for this. It was meant to be from the start. There was never any question about it. 

The sun dimmed for a moment and you whined. You wanted more of it, you wanted Jongho to shine. You loved when he shined. You loved him. Why was he not kissing you?

He bent down, always eager to please. The bond made it easy, you didn’t have to talk for him to know. His tongue  was so smooth and warm, catching every moan, every whine.

The doorbell rang in the quiet apartment, overtaking the sound of your moans. You lifted your arms annoyed. Jongho showed no intention of stopping.

“It’s Wooyoung, isn’t it?”

“I changed the code this morning, he doesn’t know. It will take him some time,” Jongho said as he kissed the inside of your upper arm, which was lifted over your head. His hips still, just enjoying the warmth inside you, molded to him, made just for him. 

“Love, you keep changing it to our wedding anniversary, but mixing the numbers. He knows.”

It took him three tries of the passcode to get inside, not even a minute later. Fucking Wooyoung. 

[screamingatanemptyroom]

Hey everyone ,

My writer’s block broke a few days ago, and I got super inspired to try to write a sci fi/fantasy type story! I was really excited for any kind of inspiration and motivation, so I’m running with it!

I’m gonna try something ambitious (for me, the serial story dropper, that is) and write a big chunk up front before posting with a little more planning than normal. Once I have a good amount stocked up, I’ll start posting parts and schedule regular updates. Hopefully this will get me through the early story hump I get stuck on so much.

I have only written 7,052 words so far, but it’s going well. I am in the honeymoon phase of storytelling so I’m trying to use that momentum while I have it.

In the meantime, I might talk a bit about my writing, word counts updates, world building. Not my usual posts, so unsure if anyone would be interested, but I feel that putting it here will help motivate me. So I appreciate anyone who wants to hang out while I try this out!

How’s everyone else’s writing/reading been? Suggestions for what kind of updates people usually do on the writing process?

I’m always happier when I’m writing, and I hope when I start sharing this new one you guys enjoy it too!

[dollsque]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ❝ ONLY YOU, DARLING, ONLY YOU ❞ 💚

Word Count: 1.2k

Short Summary: All the ways you two say “I love you.”

Notes: Fluff, Hobie Brown x Reader, Y/N used sparingly, no mention of gender, one-shot, sfw

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🏹 ˚₊ · »-♡→ HE DIDN’T SAY THAT HE LOVED YOU, but he did leave out special post-it notes on the windows around the house while patrolling that told you to stay safe, eat well, drink well, get some afternoon beauty sleep, and some silly little quick doodles.

However, even with the loving intent behind it, he does sometimes do this just to ease your mind that he’s okay when he drops off the notes. You’ll be watching TV, window free of a post-it note, then a while later you’ll see a Post-it on it with quick, messy, and unmistakable handwriting (or a quick doodle) with an added timestamp and small handwriting at the bottom that told you he’s alright. He wanted to make sure you didn't have the same stressful, worrisome days he had.

🏹 ˚₊ · »-♡→ YOU DIDN’T SAY THAT YOU LOVED HIM, but you did take care of his wounds after he came home from patrolling no matter how tired you are. No matter how many times he assures you that his super healing will do most of the work, he knows his effort is futile when you’re already opening the med kit and getting ready to get to work with a tired but determined expression as you listen to his daily stories.

You then checked for anything else you missed, any small scratches that would have healed on their own, and some that may have needed a bandaid. After you’re done, you give him lots of kisses and hugs for his hard work, which he gratefully accepts.

🏹 ˚₊ · »-♡→ HE DIDN’T SAY THAT HE LOVED YOU, but he did make some room on his beloved guitar for your signature and adorable chibi drawings that you somehow turned into stickers. Any small little gifts you made like some bracelets, he wore like a champ. He owns that shit.

All the handmade little cards you’ve made for a holiday like Valentine’s Day, Thanksgiving, or Christmas, all the birthday cards, and all the cards you made are in a very special box with a bow on it. He secretly reads them all every night when you’re asleep, and some of them date back to when you guys first truly became best friends.

🏹 ˚₊ · »-♡→ YOU DIDN’T SAY THAT YOU LOVED HIM, but you did spend some time repairing his suit when sometimes he was simply too tired to do it. You knew that being Spider-Man was hard. You didn’t want him to do it all alone. You knew you couldn’t help much, but you knew that even the simplest of things like repairing the tears and scratches in his suit, washing it, and making sure that it would be good as new the next time he needed it, was good enough for you.

His huge smile, happiness, appreciation, and the way he flickered between the colors purple, pink, and yellow, were always worth it. All the hugs and kisses you received, and how he told you he’d make it up to you somehow, told you that you had done your part and that you did it amazingly, and that was enough for you.

🏹 ˚₊ · »-♡→ HE DIDN’T SAY THAT HE LOVED YOU, but he did try and get into your interests and hobbies, like reading books for example, so he could bond with you over more things. Once you finished a book, he’d pick that same book up and read it so that he could talk to you about it. He would even get upset when he was in the middle of reading, his spider senses would go off, meaning he had to continue later.

He would always enjoy the way your eyes lit up when he started talking about the book you had recently read. You two would share your opinions, some even clashing sometimes, but it still was enjoyable and an amazing bonding moment. Sometimes, he’d even go to the library and pick out two books that he’d think you’d enjoy. He’d pick out a book for himself to hide the fact that he went solely for you.

🏹 ˚₊ · »-♡→ YOU DIDN’T SAY THAT YOU LOVED HIM, but you did decide to bake him some treats and pastries like cookies or little cupcakes to share with him just because. You think you both deserve it after long days, and you would like to cheer him up. You loved seeing the animated eyes of his Spider-Man mask squint in happiness and delight as he turned yellow at the smell. Yellow for happiness, you knew.

Paper pastries would float about around him for just a split second as he ate them with you before they disappeared, but you swore that one day you’d touch one of the floaty-thingies (as you called them) one of these days to seriously see if they were actually paper or if they were even grabbable in the first place. But for now, seeing him happily eat the pastries while complimenting the hell out of your baking skills was enough to make the both of you happy.

🏹 ˚₊ · »-♡→ HE DIDN’T SAY THAT HE LOVED YOU, but he did pay attention to the things you said you liked in your many conversations with him. He particularly paid attention to the part where you said you adored the lily of the valley flowers. He immediately went into action the next day, researching the hell out of those flowers. Once he finds out that they’re poisonous, he moves on to plan B: paper lily of the valley flowers.

Two days after that conversation he surprised you with his handmade lily of the valley flowers, which looked close enough to the real ones. He explained that he didn’t want you getting poisoned to death over pretty ass flowers, so he made them for you instead.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that as long as you didn’t eat them and wore gloves, you’d be fine, but honestly? Those were way more fucking precious than receiving the real thing from him, just because of the extra love and care that went into them. You showered him with hugs, and kisses, while he received them with a goofy, lovesick grin (and yes, he did turn pink with the little floaty-thingy hearts, but you were too busy showering him with physical affection to remember your little mission).

🏹 ˚₊ · »-♡→ YOU DIDN’T SAY THAT YOU LOVED HIM, but you did try to shower him with affection whenever you could. You wanted to be the one to make the move to hold his hand. You wanted to be the one to give him a big hug. You wanted to be the one to initiate the cuddles on the couch as you two watched a movie. You wanted to hold his pinky with yours every chance you got. You wanted to initiate the sweet little kisses that you often stole from him.

You wanted to make him feel like he was the most loved boyfriend on the fucking planet. He already did that for you, making you feel like the most valued partner on the planet, so now it was your turn, and you planned on making him feel that every time you showed him physical affection.

🏹 ˚₊ · »-♡→ BUT WAIT A MINUTE—YOU HAVE BEEN SAYING THAT YOU LOVE EACH OTHER THIS WHOLE TIME! It’s just that actions speak louder than words, and you both were able to feel it during all those moments, even while apart. Your love could never be broken, for it’s equally as strong whether you two decide to say it, or whether you two decide to show more than tell.

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[kiwonkle]

karasuno x knitter/crocheter reader!

just how some of my favorite karasuno boys & girl would be dating a crafter. pls be nice this is literally my first time writing and posting a fic! (title says knit/crochet but it could really mean any fiber craft; weaving, tatting, filet, macrame, felting, whatever you want!)

with daichi, sugawara, asahi, nishinoya, tanaka tsukishima, hinata, kageyama, and shimizu (sorry no yachi or yamaguchi no beef i just simply do not care about them)

warnings: sfw, gender neutral

daichi

-daichi's the captain of a volleyball team, so he understands what it's like to pour time and energy into something you care about

-so he definitely respects you for spending time building your skills and working on projects

-if you make him something, he'll appreciate all the work that went into it, but I don't see him wearing things unless it's practical like a winter hat/scarf/sweater etc.

-daichi probably wouldn't join you in making things but would definitely be down for helping you out

-winding yarn, untangling things, grabbing you tools (winding yarn is such a pain, he's an angel for that)

suga

-might lowkey want to steal your hobby

-suga would pick it up either because he's really invested in your interests or because he thinks the craft itself is cool

-definitely leads to craft dates on weekends and after school!

-will be sooooo happy if you make him something. will display/wear it and all but ask for compliments just for the chance to say that his partner made it for him!!!!

asahi

-this guy grows up to be a fashion designer. c'mon. match made in heaven

-will definitely take an interest in your craft, especially if it's related to making wearable garments!

-i can see him showing off/wearing things you made for him, both because he truly likes them and because you made them for him

-he enjoys watching you work and spending time with you while you do. might even ask for a lesson and learn to craft alongside you!

-if you long hair, he will pull it back for you while you work and pick it out of whatever you're making. he has long hair so he gets it (the struggle is real T-T)

nishinoya

-he will the proudest to show off anything his s/o makes him

-if you have long hairs and they get into your final product, he'll just leave them because "it's a part of his s/o" and he's happy to have that WHATTT

-he feels lucky that you gifted him something so great and will scramble to come up with something just as extraordinary to do for you in return

-seriously nishinoya loves and worships you of course he's gonna think you're super creative and talented (and tell everyone so)

-but if you're hanging out with him and trying to work on your project, he'll be upset that your attention isn't on him instead

-will try and persuade you to put down your crafting so you can cuddle with him instead

tanaka

-knows nothing about your hobby, and is kinda mystified by its complexity

-to him, you're his incredible s/o and you've mastered the complex craft

-he would like to hang out with you while you craft and try to be helpful by grabbing you tools, winding yarn, dealing with knots and tangles, etc.

-just like nishinoya, he will cherish anything you make him and show it off to his teammates!

-pls make him a beanie to keep his bald head warm

tsukishima

-listen i love tsukishima but he's going to care the least out of everyone

-he thinks of it just as a hobby (like volleyball is to him)

-i see him being the type to enjoy spending time together but doing your own thing, so if you wanna craft, fine by him

-you guys can hang out and listen to music and you'll work on a project while he studies or reads

-if you make him something, he won't turn it down, but he also won't display/wear something homemade (unless it's basically a store-quality sweater he can machine wash. asshole)

hinata

-like nishinoya, he would be excited to receive anything you make for him and show it off to his teammates (definitely uses it to brag to kageyama about his s/o)

-would wear something you made for him all the time, and feel absolutely devastated if he loses or ruins it because he knows how much time went into it

-hinata will shamelessly distract you from a project just because he wants a kiss that very moment and can't wait

-i feel like he's too high energy to try and learn to craft with you since it takes patience and focus

-if you're the type to craft in public and take your wip to a karasuno game, he'd whine after seeing you in the stands with a ball of yarn, distracted, instead of paying attention to him

kageyama

-like tsukishima, he probably won't really care

-he might not understand how you like it so much, since it's not as exhilarating and active as volleyball (totally ignorant of how much skill, time, and concentration it takes)

-totally cool with it if you bring your wips to watch him practice and even play in games

-i feel like he would get a lil nervous hanging out with you alone, so if you have something to focus on and means avoiding eye contact, you'll save him lots of embarrassment!

-only after being in a relationship for a while does he realize how much time it takes to finish a product, and suddenly feels guilty about losing hats/scarves/whatever you've made for him (before he was just like oops)(lol)

shimizu

-she's gonna be outspokenly supportive of and interested in your hobbies, especially if you're one to show up and cheer alongside her at karasuno's games

-totally cool with it if you bring your craft tools on dates/to hang out, and enjoys calmly watching you work

-super perceptive, and like asahi, she will notice any hair/eyelashes that get into your project while you work

-i can even see her asking you for lessons, at first to spend time together, and then actually becoming very skilled and producing complicated and beautiful items

-you exchange handmade gifts made with love :,)

[fallloverfic]

Thoughts on To Be Hero X Episode 3: The Ever-Standing Hero

Another great episode!

The animation's still so lovely. I do like what they're doing with the 3D, but I'm just imagining how much more fun a full 2D animated series in the style they use would be. It looks so nice and I love whenever they use it, though this episode they kind of cranked up the horror, at least for the downsides of Firm Man's powers.

I like they still focus on Lin Ling's regret. They could have easily moved on, and many shows do, but obviously he feels doubts, and maybe that ties into his increased anxiety he mentions as part of his perfect powers. I also appreciate they incorporate it a bit into his movements (e.g., with the soda cans, and even how he moves around spaces). OCD can be really debilitating. They haven't really shown the full breadth of it (though the at least vague implication it's maybe what led Nice to jump is there, I suppose), so it'll be interesting to see how it's explored in future.

Apparently Nice's Hero Tower floor number is actually a 12, not a 10, but also not a 15. So did Lin Ling drop in the rankings to 15 from Nice's 12 at some point? Wouldn't really make sense because he seemingly didn't move rooms, unless they just did it without showing us...

It's a really weird way to draw a two, though.

Also did that one guy get smashed to bits against Firm Man adlkjal I know the show opened with an apparent suicide, but wow lol

This is me.

I also just want to compliment how nice (no pun intended) it is watch Lin Ling fly around. It's so smooth and pretty. His movement in general is really pleasant to watch.

I don't feel super big brain for guessing Wolf Girl was the little girl. That seemed really heavily foreshadowed lol I think the angle of "this fan noticed something no one else did and tried to help in their own way" is an interesting premise for a narrative, especially when, despite Lin Ling's insistence that she wasn't going to kill the other little girl and didn't care about destroying the statue, she likely hurt and maybe even killed a lot of people. The piping is seemingly for water, and we have no idea how much damage her stunt caused to the local infrastructure. How many people might be without running water or have contaminated water for some length of time, or no access to functional bathrooms, or any sewage backlogs that might cause issues even with the functional stuff, let alone how screwed up the roads are going to be for deliveries, travel, and work. How many people were trapped in collapses or injured by debris, especially disabled folks, or will suffer while waiting for rescue as most of the other heroes are busy or disabled themselves.

There's just the disconnect of "people force a lot of expectations on celebrity" and "some people notice how bad that is for them and just want them to be free", which can be a good thing, with, "okay, but she definitely killed and/or injured people, possibly permanently, just to save one guy, who would have potentially been haunted with letting the world down or letting a kid die." And maybe that's part of the point: obsessing over a celebrity and trying to control them because you think you know what's best for them isn't a good thing, either. It was Lin Ling's interference that saved the day, to a degree, after all, not Wolf Girl's. And Firm Man's decision to let go of his power.

Also liked the "bullying is shitty" plot. Some folks mock the bullying in these animated series like, "Oh it can't be that bad, that's cartoonishly over the top." Nah, it's generally worse :/

Generally, though, I appreciate the story exploring the downsides of certain powersets. Poor Firm Man. He really went through a lot. I hope he gets to sleep and go to the bathroom normally and just breathe. I also love Lin Ling's aside that lifting the world's biggest boulder really isn't hero work or generally necessary lol I mean why is a giant statue made of diamond(???) necessary (also why couldn't they have, I don't know, moved it over a few feet, set it down, and then gotten to safety?).

Also I'm happy the little girl got up and ran to safety instead of waiting for Firm Man to do it. Another show might have made her wait. She didn't. She was proactive. Good.

Considering Enlighter's whole thing is about revealing frauds, I wonder if that's even Moon, or just a decoy, maybe someone he dressed up, or even a hologram or something, considering what we've seen of the technology. But generally, it sucks if she got captured when she thought she was free! Since she left her gun behind, and potentially her power with it, she probably is more vulnerable.

I'm curious if Wreck (if he survived) will come back next episode? To help "Nice" maybe? It'll be interesting, anyway. Looking forward to Episode 4!

More thoughts:

Episode 1, Episode 2, Episode 3 (You are here), Episode 4