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honeyhae-svt · 3 months ago

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I was up all night thinking about a wonwoo fic. Bunny hybrid x Wonwoo. it just fits wonwoo more cus like, he's a nerd, and a computer kind of guy, going to the dark internet just to explore some sht or for fun then he comes across a bunny hybrid for sale in the marketplace. Please notice. Ily and thankyou <3 (ps. i chose to request this to you cus i love your fics sm)

Lean On Me - 내게 기대

Jeon Wonwoo x F!Reader

genre / tags: fluff, smut, hurt/comfort, hybrid AU, bunny!reader x human!wonwoo, gentle dom!wonwoo, breeding Kink (mild undertones), cockwarming (i will never shut up about wonwoo cockwarming), aftercare, established feelings warnings: NSFW (18+ only): explicit smut, detailed descriptions of sexual acts, hybrid characteristics (reader has bunny ears, slight animalistic instincts), mentions of past mistreatment/trauma (handled with care), overstimulation, clingy/intimate dynamic due to reader’s heat cycle, emotional vulnerability during aftercare. smut warnings: fingering, oral (f. receiving), penetration (piv), breeding kink implications (no pregnancy mentioned), cockwarming 9it's just so wonwoo), unprotected sex, sensual dominance from wonwoo, consensual and soft tone throughout. wc: 10,379 a/n: i think i've been writing wonwoo fics too much. i'm in love with jeonghan pls come back. (honestly, i love wonwoo sm too). DON'T LIKE DON"T READ please wtf this is animal play. seventeen taglist: @archivistworld <33 (no pressure, but if you want to be added on my taglists, there's a form i made (check my pinned post and click on "join taglist".) Preview: "Wonwoo’s fingers traced along the edge of your thigh, moving with a patience that made you ache even more. The heat within you pulsed stronger with every gentle touch, every whispered reassurance. ‘Wonwoo... please,’ you whimpered, burying your face in his chest as your tears soaked into his shirt. His voice was low, soothing, as he kissed the crown of your head. ‘I know, bunny. Let me take care of you.’ When his fingers slipped inside you, the relief was instant yet fleeting. The heat still burned, demanding more. And as his lips brushed against your own, you knew you were in safe hands, even as your instincts screamed for something primal.In the aftermath, with his shirt draped over you and his scent everywhere, you curled into his chest. Wonwoo's fingers lazily stroked your ears, his quiet promise lingering in the air. ‘I’ll keep you safe, always.’”

Wonwoo sat in the dim light of his apartment, the soft hum of his computer the only sound in the room. The clock on the wall ticked past 2 a.m., but sleep was the last thing on his mind. He leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping rhythmically against the keyboard as he navigated a hidden marketplace on the dark web.

The site's interface was crude, with grainy images and glitchy text. He wasn't here for anything specific—this was just something he did when he was bored. It wasn't about breaking laws or finding trouble. For Wonwoo, the dark web was a rabbit hole of bizarre curiosities: forums about conspiracy theories, marketplaces selling counterfeit antiques, and coded discussions he'd never understand. Tonight, however, something caught his eye.

A new listing had appeared at the top of the page:

"Hybrid Companion for Sale - Limited Edition, One of a Kind."

The thumbnail image showed a woman, or at least, what looked like one. She had delicate bunny ears that drooped slightly, pale white skin, and wide, doe-like eyes that seemed to stare right through the screen. Her hair was soft and silvery, cascading over her shoulders like freshly fallen snow.

Wonwoo furrowed his brows, unsure whether to laugh or close the tab. "What the hell?" he muttered under his breath, leaning closer. It had to be a hoax, right? Some twisted art project or a desperate scam. But the listing's details were oddly... thorough:

"Bunny Hybrid #1438 Condition: New, untested. Perfect for companionship. Compliant and affectionate. Warning: For indoor use only. Price: 0.15 BTC (approx. ₩5,850,300 KRW - 4,000 USD) Delivery: Discreet, within 48 hours."

Wonwoo's skepticism grew. Untested? Indoor use? The phrasing felt clinical, like she was some kind of product. A chill ran down his spine, but curiosity gnawed at him. He clicked the listing.

The description expanded, revealing more photos. They showed her sitting on a minimalist chair in an empty white room, her ears twitching slightly. She wore a simple white dress, her hands folded neatly in her lap. The closer he looked, the harder it was to dismiss her as a mannequin or a clever CGI creation. She looked alive.

Wonwoo's hand hovered over the keyboard. This was insane. Why was he even considering this? But something about her expression in the photos stopped him. She didn't look scared or sad—just... empty, like she didn't know she was being sold.

"It's fake," he told himself. "It's probably fake."

But the listing had a countdown timer. "Auction closes in 10 minutes."

Before he knew it, Wonwoo had opened his crypto wallet. His fingers moved on autopilot, transferring the required amount to the provided address. The process felt surreal, like he was watching someone else make the decision for him. When the transaction confirmed, he stared at the screen, half expecting the site to crash or for the listing to disappear.

Instead, a message popped up: "Purchase Confirmed. Delivery instructions will follow shortly."

His stomach twisted. What had he just done?

Minutes later, an encrypted email arrived with a single line of text:

"Pick-up location: [Redacted]. Arrive at 11 p.m. tomorrow. Alone."

Wonwoo closed the laptop and pressed his palms against his face. This was either the biggest mistake of his life or the start of something he couldn't quite name.

The next night, Wonwoo pulled his hoodie tighter around himself as he approached the location—an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. The air was damp, and the faint sound of dripping water echoed in the distance. His heart raced, every instinct screaming at him to turn back.

Inside, the space was dimly lit, with a single crate in the center of the room. No guards, no people. Just the crate.

He approached cautiously, his footsteps echoing against the concrete floor. The crate was wooden, with slats that allowed him to see inside. He crouched down, peering through the gaps.

You were there, curled up and motionless. Your bunny ears twitched slightly, the only sign you were alive. Up close, you looked even more delicate. Your pale skin seemed to glow faintly under the dim light, and your breathing was soft and steady. You wore the same white dress from the photos, now slightly crumpled.

Wonwoo swallowed hard, unsure of what to do. He tapped lightly on the crate.

Your eyes fluttered open, and you sat up slowly, your gaze locking onto his. For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, you tilted your head, your bunny ears perking up slightly as if studying him.

"Hey," he said awkwardly. "I'm... Wonwoo."

You didn't respond, your expression unreadable. Slowly, you reached out, pressing your hand against the slats of the crate. Your fingers were slender, your nails neatly trimmed. Wonwoo hesitated before pressing his own hand against yours, the wood separating you.

"I'm here to take you home," he said, his voice soft.

You blinked, your ears twitching again. And for the first time, your lips parted.

"Home?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wonwoo sat on the couch, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. You sat on the floor near the coffee table, your posture tense and ears twitching as you took in your new surroundings. You hadn't said much since leaving the warehouse, only responding with short nods or quiet murmurs when he asked if you were okay.

The silence was suffocating. Wonwoo cleared his throat. "Uh, are you hungry? Thirsty?"

You blinked, tilting your head slightly. "Thirsty... what's that?"

His eyebrows shot up. "Thirsty. Like... do you want water?" He stood and walked to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it from the tap. "Here."

You hesitated before taking the glass from his hands. Your fingers brushed his, and he noticed how cool your skin felt. Bringing the glass to your lips, you took a tentative sip, your nose wrinkling slightly at the taste.

"It's... plain," you muttered, setting the glass down.

Wonwoo chuckled softly. "Yeah, it's just water. I guess you're not used to it."

You shrugged, your ears flicking forward. "I don't remember what I'm used to."

That caught him off guard. He crouched down to meet your gaze, his tone careful. "You don't remember anything? Not even where you came from?"

You shook your head, looking away. "Just... flashes. Bright lights. Voices. Nothing else."

Wonwoo frowned, a pang of guilt settling in his chest. Whatever you'd been through, it wasn't normal. He couldn't shake the feeling that you'd been treated more like an object than a person.

"Hey," he said gently, "you don't have to figure everything out right now. Just... take it one step at a time, okay?"

You looked back at him, your wide eyes softening slightly. "Why are you being nice to me?"

The question hung in the air for a moment. Wonwoo rubbed the back of his neck, unsure how to answer. "I don't know," he admitted. "I guess I felt like I couldn't just leave you there."

Your lips curled into the faintest smile, and for the first time, your shoulders relaxed.

Later that night, as Wonwoo set up a makeshift bed for you on the couch, he couldn't shake the feeling that someone—or something—was watching him. He double-checked the locks on the windows and doors, his paranoia rising. It didn't make sense; no one had followed him, and the pickup had been clean.

"Wonwoo?" Your voice broke his train of thought.

He turned to see you standing by the couch, your bunny ears drooping slightly. "Yeah?"

"Are you... afraid of me?"

The question hit him like a truck. "What? No! Why would you think that?"

You hesitated, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your dress. "Because... they were. The people before you."

Wonwoo's stomach twisted. He approached you slowly, hands raised as if to reassure you. "I'm not afraid of you," he said firmly. "Whatever happened before, it's over. You're safe here."

You studied him for a long moment before nodding. "Okay."

But as you lay down on the couch and he retreated to his room, he couldn't shake the unease creeping over him. Something wasn't right.

The apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator. Wonwoo lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling, but sleep refused to come. His thoughts kept circling back to you—your hesitance, your fragility, and the way your ears twitched slightly every time he spoke.

A soft creak pulled him from his thoughts.

He turned his head toward the door, catching sight of your silhouette in the faint glow of the hallway light.

"Can't sleep?" he asked, his voice low.

You hesitated before stepping further into the room. "I don't think I've ever slept on a couch before."

Wonwoo sat up, rubbing his face. "Oh. Sorry about that. I should've—"

"It's not bad," you interrupted, your voice soft. "It's just... quiet."

The words made his chest tighten. "Do you want to sit?" He patted the edge of the bed.

You hesitated, your eyes darting to the floor before you shuffled closer, perching on the edge of the mattress. The tension in your shoulders was unmistakable.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked gently.

You glanced at him, your ears twitching slightly. "Talk about what?"

"Whatever's on your mind."

A soft, humorless laugh escaped your lips. "You really want to hear it?"

He nodded, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. "Yeah. I do."

You sighed, your gaze fixed on your hands. "I don't know who I am. I don't know why I was there or what they wanted from me. All I know is... every time I think about going back, it feels like my chest is caving in."

Wonwoo's hands clenched into fists. He hated the thought of you being scared, of someone putting you in a position where fear was all you knew.

"You're not going back," he said firmly.

Your head snapped up, your wide eyes meeting his. "How can you be so sure?"

"Because I won't let it happen," he said, his voice steady. "I don't know how or why I ended up finding you, but I'm not going to let anything happen to you now that you're here."

The weight of his words hung in the air. Your ears lowered slightly, and for the first time, he saw a glimmer of relief in your expression.

"Thank you," you whispered.

Without thinking, Wonwoo reached out, his hand brushing against yours. Your fingers twitched but didn't pull away. It was a small gesture, but it felt monumental.

"You're not alone anymore," he murmured.

For the first time, the tight knot in your chest loosened.

The next morning, Wonwoo woke up to the smell of burnt toast. Groaning, he stumbled out of bed, rubbing his eyes as he made his way to the kitchen.

There you were, standing by the toaster with a frown, a slightly charred piece of bread in your hand.

"Uh, what's going on?" he asked, stifling a laugh.

You turned, your cheeks flushing pink. "I thought I'd try to... cook. But it's harder than I thought."

He walked over, taking the toast from your hand. "You're supposed to set the timer, not just guess."

You crossed your arms, your nose scrunching in frustration. "Well, no one told me that."

Wonwoo couldn't hold back his laughter this time. The sound startled you, and before you knew it, you found yourself laughing too. It was small and hesitant at first, but then it grew, bubbling up from somewhere deep inside you.

It was the first time he saw you smile.

And damn, it made his heart stutter.

After breakfast—well, what could be salvaged from your experimental cooking—Wonwoo sat across from you at the small dining table. He had insisted on making the second round of toast himself, and now the two of you sat in companionable silence, nibbling on toast and sipping coffee (or, in your case, a very sugary cup that he'd adjusted after seeing you gag at the first sip).

"So," Wonwoo said after a moment, breaking the silence. "Do you have a name?"

You froze mid-bite, your ears perking up. "A name?"

He nodded, his eyes soft. "Yeah. What do people call you? Or... did they call you anything?"

You frowned, the question pulling at a thread of memory that seemed just out of reach. "I... think it's Y/N," you said slowly, the name feeling both familiar and strange on your tongue.

"Y/N," Wonwoo repeated, testing it out. He smiled slightly. "It suits you."

A blush crept up your neck, and you quickly looked down at your plate. "It's just a name."

"It's your name," he corrected gently. "That makes it special."

You glanced at him, your chest tightening at the sincerity in his gaze. No one had ever spoken to you like this—like you were a person, not a thing.

"But," he added, leaning back in his chair with a playful smirk, "I think I'll call you Bun instead."

"Bun?" You blinked, your nose wrinkling slightly.

"Yeah," he said, his smirk widening. "You've got bunny ears, and it's cute. Just like you."

Your ears twitched furiously at the compliment, and you couldn't stop the blush from spreading across your cheeks. "You can't just—say things like that."

"Why not?" he teased, his voice light. "It's true."

You glared at him, though the effect was ruined by the way your lips twitched upward. "Fine. Then I'm calling you Woo. See how you like it."

He chuckled, the sound warm and rich. "Woo, huh? I think I can live with that."

For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a genuine warmth blooming in your chest—a feeling you didn't quite know how to name.

That evening, the two of you ended up on the couch, a random movie playing in the background as Wonwoo showed you how to navigate the TV remote. You had leaned closer to him, your curiosity outweighing your usual cautiousness.

"And this button changes the volume," he explained, his voice low.

You nodded, your face scrunched in concentration as you tried it out. The sound of the TV grew louder, and you quickly pressed the button again to lower it, a triumphant smile lighting up your face.

"See? Easy," he said, his lips quirking up as he watched you.

You turned to him, your smile fading slightly as you realized how close you were. His face was only inches from yours, his dark eyes steady and unreadable.

"Woo?" you whispered, your voice barely audible.

"Yeah?"

"Why are you so nice to me?"

He tilted his head, his gaze softening. "I already told you. You deserve to feel safe."

"But why do you care so much?" you pressed, your eyes searching his face for answers.

He hesitated, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. "I don't know," he admitted finally. "Maybe because you remind me that... not everything in this world is as cold as it seems. You're... different, Bun. And I want to protect that."

Your breath caught in your throat. No one had ever spoken to you like that—like you were something worth protecting, worth caring for.

Without thinking, you reached out, your fingers brushing against his. It was a small gesture, but it felt like the world had shifted.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice trembling.

Wonwoo's hand turned, his fingers curling gently around yours. "You don't have to thank me," he said softly. "Just... stay. That's enough."

Your heart ached at the raw honesty in his words. And for the first time, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, you had found a place where you truly belonged.

The night deepened, the warm glow of the living room casting soft shadows on the walls. Wonwoo had stepped into the kitchen to grab some water, leaving you curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over your shoulders.

You tugged the fabric closer, your thoughts swirling. For the first time in forever, you didn't feel like you had to be on guard. You didn't have to hide or brace yourself for what might come next.

But that didn't stop the memories from creeping in.

"Bun?" Wonwoo's voice broke through the fog. He was standing in front of you now, holding out a glass of water. "You okay?"

You blinked, quickly nodding. "Y-Yeah."

He didn't look convinced. "You sure? You've been quiet for a while."

You hesitated, your fingers clutching the edge of the blanket. "I was just... thinking."

"About what?" he asked, sitting down beside you.

You swallowed hard, debating whether to tell him. But something in his gaze—steady, patient, understanding—made you feel like you could.

"It's about... me," you said slowly, your voice barely above a whisper. "What I am."

Wonwoo stayed quiet, giving you space to continue.

"I'm not like you," you said, your ears flattening against your head. "I don't just... exist like a normal person. There are... things about me—about my body—that I can't control."

He tilted his head slightly. "Like what?"

You took a deep breath, your cheeks burning with shame. "Like when I go into heat."

Wonwoo's eyes widened slightly, but he didn't say anything, waiting for you to explain.

"It happens every few months," you continued, your voice trembling. "It's... painful. And if it's not treated, it gets worse. But..." You paused, your chest tightening.

"But?" he prompted gently.

Your voice broke as you said the next words. "But the people who used to 'treat' me... they didn't care about the pain. They only cared about using me for themselves."

The silence that followed was deafening. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, too afraid of what you might see in his eyes—disgust, pity, or worse.

But when Wonwoo finally spoke, his voice was calm and steady. "That's not going to happen again."

You blinked, glancing up at him. "What?"

He shifted closer, his expression firm. "No one's ever going to hurt you like that again. I promise."

Tears pricked at your eyes, and you quickly looked away. "You say that, but... what if it happens? What if I can't control it, and you—"

"Stop," he said, his tone gentle but firm. He reached out, his hand resting lightly on yours. "I'm not like them. I'd never take advantage of you."

The sincerity in his voice made your chest ache. For the first time, you felt like someone saw you—not as an object or a tool, but as a person.

"Do you... do you really mean that?" you whispered.

He nodded. "Every word. And if you ever feel like it's too much, we'll figure it out together. On your terms."

You couldn't stop the tears from falling now, the weight of his words breaking down the walls you had built around your heart.

Wonwoo reached out, his thumb gently brushing away a tear. "Hey. It's okay. You're safe here, Bun."

For the first time, you believed him.

Wonwoo watched as you nodded off on the couch, your breathing evening out, though your grip on the blanket was still tight. Even in your sleep, it seemed like you were holding onto years of fear and mistrust.

He sighed softly, standing to grab the glass you'd left on the coffee table. The sound of his footsteps was faint, careful not to wake you as he moved to the kitchen.

It wasn't like him to get involved in something so... complicated. He usually preferred simplicity—quiet evenings alone, a book in hand, the hum of his PC in the background. He didn't go out of his way for people, not because he didn't care, but because people rarely gave him a reason to.

But you? You were different.

He leaned against the counter, arms crossed as he stared at the glass. There was something about you that tugged at his attention, something beyond the strangeness of finding you on a marketplace. You were guarded but vulnerable, sharp but soft. It made him want to protect you, even if he wasn't sure why.

When he returned to the living room, you were awake, your wide eyes watching him from beneath the blanket.

"Did I wake you?" he asked, his voice low.

You shook your head, your ears twitching slightly. "No. I just... I couldn't sleep."

He sat down on the armchair across from you, his movements slow and deliberate. "Something on your mind?"

You hesitated, your fingers curling around the edge of the blanket. "It's just... strange," you admitted. "Being here. With you."

He tilted his head slightly, waiting for you to elaborate.

"I'm not used to this," you said quietly. "Not used to... feeling safe."

Wonwoo's gaze softened, though his expression remained neutral. "You don't have to get used to it all at once," he said after a moment. "Take your time."

Your lips parted slightly, surprised by his words. Most people didn't give you time—they expected things from you, demanded things you weren't ready to give. But Wonwoo? He was different.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shrugged, leaning back in the chair. "I don't know. Maybe I just like rabbits."

A small, breathless laugh escaped you, and his lips quirked into a faint smile.

"I mean it," you said, your tone soft but insistent. "You don't even know me."

"You don't know me either," he pointed out. "Maybe I'm just trying to get on your good side so you don't eat all my snacks."

You laughed again, the sound lighter this time. "I don't think that's how this works."

He shrugged, his eyes glinting with quiet amusement. "Maybe not. But if it makes you laugh, I'll take it."

For a moment, the room was quiet again, but it wasn't the heavy, suffocating silence you were used to. It was... comfortable.

"Wonwoo?" you said softly.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you," you said, your voice barely audible.

He didn't respond right away, his gaze steady as he looked at you. Then, with a small nod, he said, "You don't have to thank me, Bun. Just get some rest."

You smiled faintly, your heart feeling a little lighter as you settled back into the couch.

And for the first time, you felt like maybe, just maybe, things could be different.

The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the living room. You stirred awake, stretching slightly under the blanket. Wonwoo was already up, sitting at the dining table with his laptop open, headphones on, and a cup of coffee in hand.

His attention was glued to the screen, his expression calm but focused. You watched him for a moment, feeling a strange sense of peace.

"You're up early," you said, your voice soft.

He glanced over at you, pulling one side of his headphones off. "Couldn't sleep much," he replied. "Thought I'd get some work done. How about you? Did you sleep okay?"

You nodded, sitting up and clutching the blanket around you. "Better than I expected. Thanks for... everything."

He gave you a small nod before returning his attention to the screen.

As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes, you realized something: you hadn't had a proper bath in... well, you couldn't remember how long. Your ears twitched slightly at the thought, and you stood, glancing toward the hallway.

"Wonwoo?" you called hesitantly.

"Hmm?" he replied, not looking up.

"Where's the bathroom?"

He pointed down the hall without breaking his focus, but when you hesitated, he finally looked at you. "Everything okay?"

"I..." You fidgeted with the hem of the blanket, avoiding his gaze. "I don't really... know how to do it myself."

That caught his attention. He blinked at you, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. "You don't know how to... take a bath?"

You shook your head, your cheeks warming. "I always had someone help me before," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

He stared at you for a moment, processing your words. Then he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Alright. Come on."

"What?" You looked at him, wide-eyed.

"You said you need help, right?" He stood, closing his laptop. "Let's figure it out."

Your ears twitched nervously as you followed him down the hall, clutching the blanket tightly around you.

When he opened the bathroom door, you peeked inside. It was clean and simple, with a glass shower and a bathtub on one side. Wonwoo turned to you, his expression unreadable.

"Alright," he said, crossing his arms. "What do you need me to do?"

You hesitated, your cheeks flushing. "I don't know... maybe just show me how it works?"

He nodded, stepping into the bathroom. He turned on the faucet, adjusting the temperature and letting the water fill the tub. "It's pretty straightforward," he said. "You just..."

He trailed off when he noticed you still standing by the door, fidgeting nervously. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"It's just... a little overwhelming," you admitted. "I'm not used to doing things on my own."

He sighed again, softer this time. "Okay. Look, I'll help you get started, but you're going to have to trust me, alright?"

You nodded, biting your lip.

He grabbed a fluffy towel from the rack and handed it to you. "Here. Wrap this around yourself and let me know when you're ready."

You stepped inside, closing the door halfway before wrapping the towel around you. "Okay," you called out nervously.

Wonwoo stepped back in, careful to keep his eyes on the faucet. "Alright," he said, his voice calm. "You can sit on the edge of the tub for now. I'll show you how to use the showerhead and the soap."

You followed his instructions, perching on the edge as he adjusted the water. He handed you a bottle of soap, explaining how to lather it and rinse it off. His voice was steady, patient, and somehow soothing.

When you fumbled with the soap, he caught your hand gently, guiding you. "Like this," he said, his fingers warm against yours.

You glanced up at him, your heart skipping a beat. For someone so quiet and reserved, he had a way of making you feel... safe.

"Got it?" he asked, his eyes meeting yours.

You nodded, your cheeks flushing. "Yeah... thanks, Wonwoo."

He gave you a small smile, standing up. "I'll give you some privacy now. If you need anything, just call me."

As he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him, you couldn't help but feel a strange warmth in your chest. Maybe, just maybe, this new chapter in your life wouldn't be so bad after all.

It started out small.

You didn't even notice it at first—just a faint, restless warmth in the pit of your stomach. It was subtle, ignorable even, as you moved through the rest of the day. Wonwoo had gone back to working on his laptop while you explored the apartment, your curiosity keeping you distracted for a while.

But as the hours dragged on, the warmth grew. It wasn't just in your stomach anymore; it spread through your chest, your arms, and your legs, like an itch just beneath your skin that you couldn't quite reach.

By evening, you found yourself sitting on the couch, knees pulled up to your chest, biting your lip as you tried to focus on the TV. But it was impossible. The sensation was overwhelming now, and your ears twitched uncontrollably as you fought to keep your breathing steady.

"Hey," Wonwoo's voice pulled you out of your thoughts. He stood in the doorway, his brow furrowed as he looked at you. "You okay?"

You didn't trust yourself to look at him. Your cheeks burned as you nodded quickly. "I'm fine," you mumbled, your voice tight.

He didn't look convinced. Wonwoo stepped closer, his hands shoved into the pockets of his sweatpants. "You don't look fine," he said. "What's wrong?"

You shook your head, curling up tighter. "It's nothing," you insisted. "I just... need a minute."

But he didn't leave. Instead, he crouched down in front of you, his dark eyes scanning your face. "You're warm," he said, his voice soft but concerned. "Do you have a fever?"

You flinched as he reached out, his hand brushing against your forehead. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through you, and you jerked back, your ears flattening against your head.

"It's not a fever," you said quickly, your voice trembling.

Wonwoo tilted his head, his gaze narrowing. "Then what is it?"

You hesitated, your cheeks burning as you tried to find the words. "I... I think it's my heat," you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

He blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Your heat?"

You nodded, burying your face in your hands. "It's normal for hybrids," you explained, your voice muffled. "It happens every few months. But I didn't think it would happen so soon..."

Wonwoo was silent for a moment, and you dared to peek at him through your fingers. He looked... surprisingly calm.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked, his voice steady.

Your heart skipped a beat at the question. You hadn't expected him to take it so seriously. "I don't know," you admitted. "It's usually... manageable. But it's worse when I'm alone."

He nodded, standing up and holding a hand out to you. "Come on," he said.

You stared at his hand, confused. "What?"

"You said it's worse when you're alone," he said simply. "So don't be alone."

Your cheeks burned as you hesitated, but eventually, you reached out and let him pull you to your feet. He led you to the couch and sat down, patting the spot next to him.

You sat down tentatively, your heart racing as the warmth in your chest seemed to grow even stronger. Wonwoo didn't say anything, but he placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, his touch grounding.

"Better?" he asked after a moment.

You nodded, leaning into him slightly. "Yeah... a little."

As the evening went on, you found yourself growing more comfortable in his presence. The warmth was still there, but it was less overwhelming now, tempered by the steady rhythm of his breathing and the gentle weight of his hand.

For the first time since the heat had started, you felt like you could breathe again.

Your whole body was burning. It wasn't just the heat in your stomach anymore—it was a desperate ache that throbbed with every passing second, pooling low in your core. You squirmed against the couch, trying to find some relief, but it only made it worse.

Wonwoo's hand was on your head, his fingers lazily stroking through the fur at the base of your ears. The slow, comforting rhythm sent shivers down your spine, but instead of soothing you, it only stoked the fire inside you.

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore it, trying to focus on anything else. But the longer you sat there, the harder it became. Your thighs pressed together involuntarily, your body instinctively searching for some kind of release.

Wonwoo noticed.

"You're fidgeting," he said quietly, his deep voice cutting through the haze in your mind. "Are you okay?"

You froze, your ears twitching at the sound of his voice. "I-I'm fine," you stammered, even though you weren't.

He didn't buy it. His hand moved from your ears to your shoulder, gently turning you to face him. His dark eyes searched yours, and the concern in his gaze made your heart ache.

"You're not fine," he said softly. "Talk to me. What's going on?"

You bit your lip, looking away. How could you possibly tell him? How could you explain this unbearable, shameful need that was consuming you?

"It's... it's my heat," you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "It's bad this time."

His eyes widened slightly, but he didn't pull away. If anything, his grip on your shoulder tightened, grounding you. "How bad?" he asked.

Your cheeks burned as you avoided his gaze. "It hurts," you murmured. "My body... it's aching. I feel like I'm going to explode."

Wonwoo was silent for a long moment, his hand still resting on your shoulder. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm and steady, but there was an edge of something else—something you couldn't quite place.

"Have you ever... had anyone help you before?" he asked carefully.

You nodded, your throat tightening at the memory. "Other hybrids would help sometimes," you said. "But it was never... gentle. They only cared about... breeding."

His jaw tightened, his expression darkening slightly. "And the men?" he asked, his voice dangerously low.

You hesitated, your ears flattening against your head. "They didn't care about me either," you admitted. "They just used me for their own pleasure."

The silence that followed was heavy, filled with unspoken anger and something else—something softer, more tender.

"You deserve better," Wonwoo said finally, his voice firm. "You deserve to be cared for."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. "Wonwoo..."

His hand moved to your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. "If you'll let me," he said softly, "I want to take care of you."

Your breath caught in your throat. The heat in your body flared at his touch, but it wasn't just physical anymore. There was something deeper, something that made your chest ache just as much as your body did.

"Are you sure?" you whispered, your voice trembling.

He nodded, his dark eyes holding yours. "I want to help you," he said. "But only if you want me to."

You hesitated for only a moment before nodding, your cheeks burning. "Okay," you murmured.

Wonwoo's lips curved into a small, reassuring smile. "Good," he said. "Just tell me if it's too much, okay?"

You nodded again, your heart racing as he leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against your skin.

Wonwoo's hand stayed on your cheek, his touch impossibly gentle. His thumb grazed along your skin, grounding you even as your body trembled. The ache inside you was unbearable, but somehow, his presence made it a little easier to endure.

"I'll go slow," he murmured, his voice low and soothing, as if he could sense your nerves. "Just trust me."

You nodded, swallowing hard as his other hand came to rest on your waist, pulling you closer. Your knees pressed into the couch on either side of him, and you felt his warmth radiating against you. It was overwhelming, but it wasn't bad. It was... comforting.

His fingers slid to your ears, brushing over them in a way that sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn't help the small, breathy sound that escaped your lips, and his eyes darkened slightly at the sound.

"Does that feel good?" he asked, his voice soft yet weighted.

You nodded, biting your lip as your hands instinctively gripped the fabric of his shirt. "Yeah," you whispered, your voice shaky.

His lips curved into the faintest smile. "You're sensitive," he murmured, his fingers continuing to trace along your ears. "I'll be careful."

The way he spoke to you, the way he looked at you—like you were something precious, something worth protecting—made your chest ache almost as much as your body burned.

"Wonwoo..." You didn't even know what you were asking for, but his name slipped from your lips like a plea.

"I know," he murmured. "I've got you."

His hands slid down your back, pulling you flush against him. Your forehead rested against his shoulder as his fingers traced small, soothing circles along your spine. It wasn't enough to stop the heat, but it was enough to make you feel safe.

Slowly, he tilted your chin up, his dark eyes searching yours. There was no rush, no impatience. Only warmth and care.

"Is this okay?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your breath hitching as his lips brushed against yours—tentative at first, testing the waters. But when you leaned into him, he deepened the kiss, his hand sliding to the back of your neck to hold you steady.

The heat in your body flared, but this time, it wasn't unbearable. It was electric, sparking to life with every touch, every movement.

His lips left yours to trail along your jaw, down the column of your neck, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. You couldn't stop the small, breathy noises that escaped you, and you felt him smile against your skin.

"Still okay?" he asked, his voice rougher now, laced with something deeper.

"Yes," you whispered, your fingers curling into his hair. "Please... don't stop."

He didn't. His hands explored your body with a gentleness you'd never experienced before, his touch careful and measured. He was patient, never rushing, always watching your reactions to make sure you were comfortable.

Your body moved instinctively against his, searching for relief, and he guided you through it, his voice a soothing constant in your ear.

"You're doing so well," he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple. "I've got you. Just let go."

And for the first time, you did.

Wonwoo's gaze softened, his fingers gently retreating from your trembling body. He leaned closer, cupping your flushed face with his hand. "You're lying," he murmured, his deep voice steady yet filled with concern. "Your body's still burning up."

You avoided his eyes, embarrassed by how the heat in your core seemed to intensify again, worse than before. It wasn't something you could control, and you hated feeling this vulnerable in front of him.

"It's... just how it is," you whispered, your voice shaky. "I'll be fine. I don't want to bother you—"

"Stop that," he interrupted, his tone firm but still gentle. "You're not a bother, and I told you I'd take care of you."

His words made your chest tighten, a strange warmth blooming there, different from the feverish heat that raged through the rest of your body. You looked up at him, your ears twitching slightly as his thumb brushed over your cheek.

"But... I've never done this with anyone I trust," you admitted, your voice barely audible. "I don't know what to do."

Wonwoo's lips quirked into the faintest smile, his hand moving to gently stroke your ears again, as if to soothe you. "You don't have to do anything," he reassured you. "Just tell me what feels good, and I'll handle the rest. Okay?"

You hesitated for a moment before nodding, your fingers clutching onto his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling back to meet your eyes. "Let's try to make this a little easier for you," he said, his hands moving to carefully lift you into his lap.

The shift in position sent a jolt of warmth through your body, and you instinctively buried your face in his shoulder, your arms wrapping around his neck. His hands settled on your waist, holding you securely as he whispered against your ear.

"Just relax," he said softly, his breath warm against your skin. "Let me take care of you."

His hands began to move again, trailing down your sides, his touch firm yet unhurried. The contrast of his cool fingers against your heated skin made you shiver, and a soft whimper escaped your lips as he dipped lower, tracing the curve of your thighs.

"Wonwoo..." His name left your lips in a breathy plea, and he responded with a low hum, his lips brushing against your temple.

"I'm here," he murmured, his voice steady and comforting. "I've got you."

As his hands worked their way back to your aching core, you felt your body tense in anticipation, your breath hitching when his fingers slid between your folds once again. He was slow, deliberate, as if he was determined to learn exactly what made you feel good.

You couldn't stop the soft moans that spilled from your lips as his movements grew more confident, his thumb circling your clit in a way that made your entire body tremble. He watched you carefully, his dark eyes filled with a mix of concern and fascination, as if he couldn't get enough of the way you responded to his touch.

"You're so beautiful like this," he said softly, his voice laced with something deeper, something that sent a shiver down your spine. "Don't hold back. Let me hear you."

His words broke through the last of your hesitation, and you let yourself fall into the sensation, your head tilting back as waves of pleasure rolled through you. But even as your body tensed and finally released, you could feel the heat building again, stronger than before.

You let out a shaky breath, your forehead resting against his shoulder as your ears drooped slightly. "Wonwoo... it's not stopping," you admitted, your voice trembling with frustration and embarrassment.

He tightened his hold on you, his fingers gently brushing through your hair. "Then we'll keep going," he said simply, his tone unwavering. "I'll stay with you until it's over."

You looked up at him, your eyes wide and filled with uncertainty. "You... you'd really do that for me?"

He smiled, the kind of soft, reassuring smile that made your heart ache. "Of course. I'd do anything for you."

The desperation in your voice, the way your trembling body clung to him—it was enough to make Wonwoo's self-control unravel. He brushed your tears away with a gentle hand, his dark eyes meeting yours, searching for any hesitation. When he saw none, only the pleading desperation in your gaze, he nodded softly.

"You sure, bun?" he asked, his voice thick with restraint, but the nickname rolled off his tongue like honey.

You could only nod frantically, your hands gripping his arms. "Please," you whispered, the ache too unbearable to handle any longer.

Wonwoo moved carefully, lowering himself between your legs, his broad shoulders holding your thighs apart. His fingers slid down to spread your folds again, his touch deliberate, making sure you were still ready for him. The sight of you, wet and needy, made him groan low in his throat, his cock straining against the last layer of fabric between you.

He pulled his underwear down in one swift motion, his length springing free. You gasped at the sheer size of him, the heat in your core only intensifying as you realized what was about to happen.

"I'll go slow," he murmured, positioning himself at your entrance. The tip of his cock teased your slick folds, and you whimpered at the sensation, your hips bucking instinctively.

The moment he started to push in, you moaned loudly, your body arching as the stretch sent a wave of pleasure and pain through you. He froze halfway, giving you time to adjust, his hand stroking your side in soothing circles.

"You're doing so well," he murmured, his voice a mix of praise and restraint. "Relax for me, bun. I don't want to hurt you."

His words melted into your ears, and you tried to relax, focusing on the way his hands steadied you. Slowly, he pushed in further, filling you inch by inch until he was fully seated inside you. You let out a breathy moan, your hands clutching at his shoulders as the overwhelming fullness consumed you.

"God, you're so tight," he groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder. "So perfect."

The heat in you was relentless, but the way he stretched and filled you brought a strange sense of relief, as if he was the only thing that could soothe the ache. When he started to move, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in, your body reacted instinctively, your hips lifting to meet his.

"Wonwoo... faster," you begged, your voice trembling as the pleasure began to overshadow the pain.

He didn't hesitate, his thrusts growing faster and deeper, each one hitting a spot inside you that made you cry out his name. The sounds of skin against skin filled the room, along with your soft cries and his low, guttural groans.

"You're so good for me," he rasped, his lips finding your neck, kissing and biting softly as he pounded into you. "Taking me so well."

Your ears twitched at the praise, and your hands slid up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. Every movement, every thrust seemed to push you closer to the edge, the heat in your core intensifying until it felt like you might explode.

"Wonwoo, I—I'm close," you whimpered, your nails digging into his back as your body tensed beneath him.

He nodded, his pace quickening as he held you tighter, determined to bring you over the edge. "Let go, bun. I'm right here. Let go for me."

His words were all it took to push you over, your orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave. You cried out his name, your body shaking as the heat finally broke, leaving you breathless and trembling in his arms.

Wonwoo followed shortly after, his thrusts growing erratic as he buried himself deep inside you, groaning your name as he came. The feeling of his warmth filling you made your body relax completely, the last remnants of your heat fading away.

He stayed there for a moment, his forehead resting against yours as you both caught your breath. His hand came up to stroke your ear gently, his touch soothing as you leaned into him.

"You okay?" he asked softly, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded, a small, tired smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah... I feel so much better now. Thank you, Wonwoo."

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You don't have to thank me. I'll always take care of you, bun."

Wonwoo's arms stayed wrapped around your waist as you sat perched on his lap, your legs straddling him. His forehead rested lightly against yours, and he let out a soft hum, his thumb tracing gentle circles over your lower back. You were still catching your breath, your body trembling slightly, but the closeness between you was soothing.

"You're adorable," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a soft kiss, as if testing the waters.

Your hands slid up his chest instinctively, clutching at his hoodie for balance. "Says the guy who just—" you paused, cheeks warming, "—made me feel things I didn't think were possible."

Wonwoo smirked faintly, his hands resting on your hips. "Well, I guess we both learned something new today," he teased, leaning in to capture your lips again.

The kiss deepened, slow and unhurried, like he was savoring the taste of you. His hand wandered to the small of your back, holding you securely in place as you pressed your body closer to his. The warmth between you both was intoxicating, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside didn't exist—only the two of you tangled together on the couch.

You broke the kiss, panting softly, your forehead resting against his. "Wonwoo..." you whispered, voice shy yet yearning.

His eyes searched yours, filled with a tenderness that made your chest ache. "What is it, bun?"

You smiled softly, your fingers brushing against the nape of his neck. "I feel... safe with you," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

His heart swelled at your words, and he pressed another kiss to your lips, gentle and reassuring. "You'll always be safe with me," he said firmly, his hand stroking your ear affectionately, earning a soft whimper from you.

As the heat of the moment lingered, Wonwoo shifted slightly, careful not to move too much and overwhelm your still-sensitive body. The weight of the intimacy between you felt heavy but comforting, like a quiet promise unspoken.

"You're really something, y'know," he muttered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

You let out a quiet giggle, your cheeks flushing. "And you're not so bad yourself," you teased, nuzzling against him, your ears twitching slightly from the affectionate strokes of his fingers.

He let out a quiet laugh, his chest rumbling beneath you. "Guess we make a good pair then."

The two of you stayed like that, wrapped in each other's arms, sharing soft kisses and whispered words. The tension from earlier was gone, replaced with a warm, unspoken connection that neither of you wanted to let go of.

Wonwoo let out a soft groan, his hands firmly gripping your hips as you shifted slightly on his lap. The motion sent a jolt through both of you, and you gasped, your body still sensitive from earlier. His length was still buried deep inside you, and the intimate connection left your cheeks flushed and your heartbeat erratic.

"Careful," he murmured, his voice low and strained, the warmth of his breath brushing against your cheek. "I'm trying to take it slow, but you're making it hard."

You bit your lip, your hands braced on his shoulders for balance. "I-I wasn't trying to do anything," you whispered, your voice shy yet laced with a tinge of mischief.

He smirked at your flustered state, his hands sliding up to your waist to hold you steady. "Sure you weren't," he teased, leaning in to kiss the corner of your lips.

Your ears twitched slightly at the sensation, and you couldn't help but let out a soft whimper, your body instinctively clenching around him. The reaction drew a deep groan from Wonwoo, his grip on you tightening as his self-control teetered on the edge.

"You're going to drive me insane," he muttered, his forehead pressing against yours.

You giggled softly, a shy smile playing on your lips. "Maybe I like seeing you like this," you teased, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wonwoo's eyes darkened slightly at your words, a playful smirk curling at the corners of his mouth. "Oh, is that so?" he asked, his tone dripping with mock challenge.

Before you could respond, he shifted his hips slightly, the movement sending a spark of pleasure through your body. You gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders as your breath hitched.

"W-Wonwoo!" you stammered, your cheeks burning.

He chuckled softly, his hands guiding your hips to keep you steady. "Relax, bun," he said gently, his tone soothing yet teasing. "I've got you."

The way he looked at you—like you were the only thing that mattered in the world—made your heart flutter. You leaned in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss, your body instinctively responding to his touch. The warmth between you was overwhelming, yet you couldn't bring yourself to pull away.

As the two of you stayed locked in each other's embrace, the world outside faded away. It was just you and Wonwoo, connected in a way that felt deeper than words could ever describe.

Wonwoo's hands slowly roamed up your back as you remained seated in his lap, the warmth between your bodies making you feel like you were melting into him. His lips brushed against yours in a slow, lazy kiss, and the intimacy of the moment made your ears twitch slightly.

"You okay?" he asked softly, his thumb brushing soothing circles on your hip.

You nodded, nuzzling into his neck, but your body betrayed you. The heat still lingered, subtle but growing again, your sensitivity making you squirm slightly. Wonwoo's hands tightened their hold on you, sensing your restlessness.

"Still not enough, huh?" he murmured, his voice low and filled with understanding.

"I-It's not..." you trailed off, too embarrassed to finish your sentence, but he tilted your chin up, his eyes meeting yours with a gentle, reassuring gaze.

"I'll take care of you," he promised, his lips brushing yours softly before his hands gripped your hips. With a slow movement, he adjusted your position, and the subtle shift made you moan quietly.

Wonwoo leaned back on the couch, guiding you to move at your own pace, letting you take control. You slowly lifted yourself before sliding back down, and the stretch had both of you exhaling in unison. The intimacy of it—the closeness—made your chest tighten with an overwhelming mix of emotions.

You began moving with his help, finding a rhythm that had you both panting softly. The warmth of his hands on your waist, his whispered words of encouragement, and the way he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered made your heart race.

"Wonwoo..." you moaned softly, your hands braced on his chest as you moved.

"You're doing so good," he praised, his voice strained but tender. His hands guided your movements, his thumbs brushing over your skin in soothing strokes as he watched you lose yourself to the moment.

The pace gradually increased, your movements becoming more desperate as the pleasure built higher and higher. Wonwoo met you with soft thrusts, his control evident in the way he moved to match your rhythm perfectly.

When you finally reached your peak, your body trembled in his arms, and he held you close, whispering soothing words as you rode out your release. He wasn't far behind, his grip tightening as he followed you over the edge, his groan muffled against your shoulder.

You both stilled, panting heavily, and Wonwoo's arms wrapped around you to pull you into his chest. The weight of exhaustion mixed with relief settled over you, and you nuzzled into him, feeling safe and cherished.

"I think you're trying to kill me," Wonwoo joked softly, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your temple.

You giggled, your ears twitching slightly as you leaned into him. "Sorry," you mumbled, though your tone was anything but apologetic.

He chuckled, his hands gently stroking your back. "Don't be. Just... don't move for a while. Let's stay like this," he whispered, his voice filled with affection.

And for a moment, everything felt perfect. But as the heat of the moment faded, the reality of your situation began creeping back in. The two of you had crossed a line, one that could never be undone.

Still, you stayed curled up in Wonwoo's arms, savoring the peace before the world outside the walls of his apartment could interfere once more.

The soft sunlight filtered through the curtains, warming your skin as you stirred awake. You blinked sleepily, the ache of last night still lingering in your body. The weight of his arm around your waist was grounding, protective. Wonwoo was still fast asleep, his chest rising and falling steadily, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to admire him. His face looked softer in the morning light, his sharp features relaxed into something impossibly gentle.

Your bunny ears twitched as his grip tightened slightly, pulling you closer even in his sleep. It was... cozy. Too cozy. You weren't used to this—waking up somewhere that felt safe. You almost didn't want to move, afraid that it would shatter whatever fragile bubble the two of you had formed.

But the warmth between your legs made you squirm slightly, a reminder of everything that had happened the night before. Your face flushed at the memory. You'd never been cared for like that—never had someone look at you like you were more than just... something to use. And yet, there he was, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

Your ears perked up when you felt him stir. His hand flexed on your waist before his eyes fluttered open. His gaze was hazy, still heavy with sleep, but it softened immediately when he saw you.

"Morning," he mumbled, his voice deep and gravelly.

You nodded shyly. "Good morning."

His thumb traced lazy circles on your skin, and you could feel the heat rushing to your cheeks again. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his eyes searching yours.

"I'm okay," you murmured, though your voice wavered slightly. "A little... sore, maybe."

Wonwoo's brows furrowed slightly. "Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head quickly. "No, no! It's not that. I'm just... not used to it. To... someone being gentle."

He didn't respond immediately, but the way his hand tightened on your waist said enough. "You deserve gentle," he said quietly, his tone firm like he wanted to make sure you believed him.

Your chest tightened at his words, and you looked away, unsure of how to respond. This was all so new—too new. And yet, you didn't want it to stop.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of his phone buzzing on the nightstand. Wonwoo sighed, reluctantly letting go of you to grab it. His eyes scanned the screen, and you saw his expression shift slightly—his jaw tightening.

"What's wrong?" you asked softly, your ears drooping slightly at the sudden tension.

He hesitated for a moment before setting the phone back down. "Nothing," he said, though his tone betrayed him. "Just... work stuff."

You tilted your head, unconvinced, but you didn't push. Instead, you sat up, pulling the blanket around you. "Do you have to go?"

"No," he said quickly, sitting up to meet your eyes. "I'm staying right here."

His hand reached for yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. The look in his eyes was steady, reassuring. But you couldn't shake the feeling that whatever was on his phone wasn't just "work stuff."

Still, you smiled softly, letting yourself believe him for now. "Okay."

"Why don't we get some breakfast?" he suggested, his tone lighter now. "I'm sure you're starving."

You nodded, your stomach rumbling at the thought of food. As the two of you got up and started moving around the apartment, you couldn't help but wonder—what exactly was he hiding? And how long would this little bubble of safety last before reality came crashing in?

Wonwoo's lips brushed against the crown of your head as you curled up in his lap, his arms wrapped securely around you. The soft blanket he had draped over your shoulders kept you warm, but it was his steady heartbeat under your ear that gave you real comfort.

"You're awfully quiet now," he murmured, his hand absentmindedly stroking between your bunny ears, earning a soft hum from you. "Is something on your mind?"

You tilted your head slightly, meeting his gaze. His expression was gentle, almost serene, but his dark eyes held an intensity that made you feel bare yet safe all at once.

"It's just... I don't know how to say it," you admitted, chewing on your bottom lip.

"Try me," he coaxed, his fingers shifting to lightly pinch your ear, a smirk tugging at his lips when you squeaked.

You hesitated, feeling heat creep up your cheeks. "I... don't think I've ever felt this safe before. Like... you actually see me as me. Not just some... hybrid with—"

Wonwoo silenced you with a soft kiss, his lips lingering just long enough to melt away your worries. "You're not just anything, Y/N," he said quietly, his forehead pressing against yours. "You're you. That's what matters."

Your heart swelled at his words, and before you knew it, your arms were wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. "Thank you, Wonwoo," you whispered.

"For what?"

"For being... this," you said, leaning back just enough to gesture at him, though you didn't really have the words to explain.

His lips quirked up in that understated smile of his, the one that made your stomach flip. "I guess you're welcome, then."

The moment felt too perfect to break, but your stomach had other plans, growling loudly enough to make you both pause.

Wonwoo chuckled, his chest rumbling against you. "Hungry?"

"...Maybe," you mumbled, your ears drooping slightly in embarrassment.

"Well, let's fix that." He shifted, preparing to stand up with you still in his arms.

"Wait! I can walk!"

He raised an eyebrow. "And miss the chance to carry my cute bunny to the kitchen? Not a chance."

You couldn't fight the grin that spread across your face as he carried you bridal style toward the kitchen, his teasing making your heart feel lighter than it had in years.

After a warm meal that left you feeling full and happy, Wonwoo guided you back to the couch. The evening air had turned cooler, and your soft pajamas were still in his room, far away from where you wanted to be—next to him.

"Here," he said, reaching into the basket of clean laundry he had yet to fold. He pulled out one of his shirts—a soft, oversized black one that smelled distinctly like him, that comforting mix of woodsy cologne and something warm, like coffee.

You blinked up at him, tilting your head. "That's... yours?"

"Yeah." He shrugged, holding it out to you. "You'll be more comfortable in this for now."

"But it'll smell like you."

"And that's a problem because...?" He gave you a lopsided grin, clearly enjoying the slight pout on your lips.

"It's not a problem," you muttered, cheeks warming as you tentatively took the shirt from his hands.

Wonwoo turned away to give you some privacy, though he couldn't help sneaking a quick glance over his shoulder as you slipped into the shirt. It draped over you like a dress, the hem brushing just above your knees, the sleeves far too long for your arms. You tugged at the collar nervously, your bunny ears twitching as the fabric enveloped you in his scent.

"Cute," he said simply, his voice soft but filled with affection.

You froze, your cheeks heating up. "Y-You think so?"

Wonwoo stepped closer, his hands gently landing on your shoulders before he tugged you into a hug. "Of course," he murmured, his chin resting lightly on the top of your head. "You smell sweet, like always. But now..." He took a subtle inhale, his arms tightening slightly around you. "Now you smell like me too. I like it."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but snuggle closer, your head pressing into his chest. "I... like it too," you admitted shyly, your voice muffled against him.

He leaned back just enough to tip your chin up, his dark eyes meeting yours. "Good," he said softly, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "You should get used to it."

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you couldn't stop the small smile that tugged at your lips. "You're so smooth sometimes, you know that?"

He chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Only with you."

The warmth of his shirt enveloped you like a snug cocoon, and with the soft scent of him lingering on the fabric, you couldn't help but feel a little dazed. Wonwoo's shirt was oversized on you, the hem brushing against your thighs as you shifted your weight on the couch. The mix of his scent and the subtle sweetness you naturally carried made the air feel warm and comforting.

He pulled you close again, his large hands gently resting on your waist as he settled back into the cushions. You melted into him effortlessly, his solid chest a perfect pillow. Wonwoo's heartbeat was steady under your cheek, grounding you in the peaceful silence.

"You smell like me now," he murmured, his deep voice low and laced with affection. His lips ghosted against your temple, lingering there in a gentle kiss. "I like it."

You tilted your head up to meet his gaze, your cheeks flushed from his tender words. "That's unfair," you teased, voice soft as you traced a finger along the line of his jaw. "You keep saying things that make me weak."

A chuckle rumbled in his chest, and his lips quirked into that small, crooked smile that made your heart flutter. "Only because it's true. You look perfect like this." His arms wrapped around you tighter, pulling you into his lap effortlessly.

You let out a happy sigh, curling up against him, your legs draped over his as he rested his chin atop your head. "I don't think I've ever been this comfortable," you admitted, your voice muffled against his chest.

"Good," he replied simply, his hand finding yours and intertwining your fingers. The gesture felt as natural as breathing, his thumb idly stroking your knuckles as the two of you relaxed into each other's warmth.

Sleep was tugging at your eyelids now, the day's tension melting away with every gentle kiss he pressed to your forehead, your hair, and even your bunny ears. You nuzzled closer, letting out the smallest, most content hum, which made Wonwoo's heart skip a beat.

As your breaths evened out, he couldn't resist murmuring, "I'll keep you safe, always." He didn't know if you were awake enough to hear it, but it didn't matter. The words were true, and they hung in the quiet air like a promise.

His shirt wrapped around you, his scent lingering on your skin, and his strong arms holding you tight—it was a kind of peace you hadn't known existed.

And as the night stretched on, the two of you stayed that way—wrapped in each other, hearts beating in perfect rhythm.

a/n: let's all thank anon for the request, especially if you liked it (hope you did) mwa's

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babydollitzel · 10 months ago

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hiiii I love your works and I was wondering if you can do dating hcs for soda and dally? You don’t have too tho 🫶🫶🫶

𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐜’𝐬

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Dallas Winston x Fem!reader

warnings/extra; just mention of leaving hickeys and smacking your bum

˗ˏˋ ꒰ a/n ꒱ ˎˊ˗ tysm I really appreciate it💕 and btw the Soda hc’s are next

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𐙚 he won’t give you his skull ring until he’s sure that you two would last because he lowkey has trust issues from Sylvia

𐙚 though you always reassure him that you’d never cheat on him and that you’re not like her

𐙚 For pet names I feel like he’d call you doll. Sometimes he’d call you “man” like he does to most people but you’re not so fond of it

𐙚 When he talks about you, not to shit talk but to probably brag about you, he’ll refer to you as his ‘broad’ or just by your name

𐙚 He lets you wear his jacket but most of the time you steal it

𐙚 When you guys are walking he puts his hand on your back pocket

𐙚 Also smacks your butt really hard and laughs when you squeal

𐙚 He steals stuff for you, and even though you tell him not to he does it anyway

𐙚 Much to your dismay he sneaks in through your window in the middle of the night while you’re sleeping

𐙚 At first the gang wasn’t sure about you because they were wary that you were like Sylvia but they eventually warmed up to you

𐙚 Randomly tugs your hair just to irritate you. He can be really annoying🫤

𐙚 Related to that, he like annoying you or making you mad because that little sht thinks it’s funny

𐙚 Likes to flick your forehead unnecessarily hard too like what

𐙚 Sometimes he’ll blow his cig smoke in your face and laugh when you scrunch your face. If you tell him to stop then he probably stop or say some sht like “make me”

𐙚 He doesn’t really say that he loves you because ‘It would be a miracle if Dally loved anything’🤓 and because he doesn’t want to admit it but he does show you that he loves you

𐙚 You always clean him up after a rumble while scolding him, as to which he acts like he doesn’t care but he does feel bad about making you worry

𐙚 When he kisses you it’s as if the dude’s trying to eat your face

𐙚 He’s also really protective, does not like it when he catches other guys checking you out.

𐙚 He either starts getting touchy in front of the guy or says something like “tf you looking at🤨”

𐙚 He loves leaving hickeys everywhere, especially where other people can see. He likes showing off that you’re his only

𐙚 He brags about you a lot and likes to show you off

𐙚 You hate when Dallas gets into jail and hate when you’re the one who has to bail him out. He also hates seeing your distraught face whenever you see him in his cell or in handcuffs

𐙚 Dallas is the typa guy to say, “Where my hug at?” or cover your eyes and say “Guess who?” like pls stop💕

𐙚 You guys bicker a lot because you’re both kinda petty but you always make up in the end

𐙚 He drives you around town and he purposely drives terribly just to spook you but he still keeps a hand GRIPPING your thigh

𐙚 He likes taking you to the drive in, sometimes yall don’t even watch the move. You spend the whole time eating popcorn and chit chatting or just making out at the back of the drive in

𐙚 When he’s drunk he gets really touchy

𐙚 please come back we miss you Dally🙏🏻

#the outsiders #the outsiders x you #the outsiders x reader #the outsiders fanfiction #dallas winston #the outsiders dally #dally winston #dallas winston x reader

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heyhoeudoin · 1 year ago

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Can I request a senku x fem reader where she goes with the group to the cave instead of magma and her and senku end up cuddling for warmth and senku is all flustered by it.

WARMTH

"Guess you can still be flustered, huh?"

pairing: senku ishigami x fem!reader

words: 2.9k

genre/s: fluff, comfort?

warning/s: she/her (sorry!), s1 ep 21-22, swearing, mention of tits

synopsis: senku never would have imagined that he'd get flustered over a simple hug (and like it a lot)

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a/n: i know it's been a year... i got busy, but better later than never! also, while rewatching this episode, i got so emotional like holy sht. the way senku got emotional in this episode just got me tearing up! i love senku so much and i miss dr stone a lot more than i thought i did (IT'S ONLY BEEN A YEAR SINCE IT ENDED LIKE?!?!)

as the group walked up to the edge of the cliff, the sun rises and the stone in suika's hand glowed bright blue shocking everyone around.

"it's blue... a gemstone," chrome says.

"why is it glowing?" suika asks looking at the rock she's holding.

"oh my god, it's scheelite!" you exclaimed as your eyes sparkled at the gem-like-stone in front of you.

senku smiled at you and exclaimed, "ten billion points for you, y/n!" he then walked forward pointing, and bending down at it. "it glows blue when exposed to ultraviolet light. reactions to ultraviolet light are especially visible right before the sun rises. in other words, only right now."

"a magic stone that glows just for this moment... " gen says with a small smile.

chrome went closer to the stone with a curious face. "i've never seen anything like it," he comments.

"me neither," senku says with sparkles in his eyes. "it's an ultra-rare gem. you guys did an incredibly good job, chrome, and suika. this stuff is used in modern filaments. atomic number seventy-four: tungsten!"

"it's the strongest metal in the universe!" you continued his thought as you kept hitting senku's shoulder in joy and excitement.

"ow~" he muttered holding his shoulder. you quickly wrapped your hands around the shoulder you kept hitting to try and soothe it while giving an apologetic look.

the next day, everyone gotten ready to make a cave expedition, and by everyone, it's just senku and chrome.

"this small chunk won't be enough, but it came down the stream in the cave. there must be tons further inside. tons of this heat-resistant treasure called tunsten," chrome says as he held up the stone.

"we only have one set of lights left," senku says holding up the said last pair of lights. "the last member of the exploration team will be... magma!" he called out making everyone shock, most especially you. "tungsten's tough as hell. we're going to need brute force to collect it. let's go cave diving. we're a trio of spelunking buddies. to the fun treasure dungeon!"

"buddies?!" magma exclaimed, shocked, and confused.

"senku, chrome, and magma?!" kohaku exclaimed.

"i've never heard of such a risky group," suika says.

"i-i-is that even safe?!" ginrou exclaimed. "he might be like, 'i'm the chief!', and attack you, or something, senku!"

"come on, let's get going—"

"objection!"

the group turned to where you stood firmly with a hand raised in the air. "what is this? a court?" gen commented.

you dropped your arm and stomped your way to senku with a pissed off expression. "you may be a genius, but you're still a dumbass." you looked down at him as you jabbed your finger into his shoulder. you spread your other arm to point at magma. "i do not trust him yet!" you exclaimed, bluntly. "which is why i'll be coming with."

senku deadpanned at you and sighs. "y/n, there's only three lights and we need magma to carry the scheelite," he stated.

you rose a brow and placed a hand on your hip. "oh? and you're saying that i can't do that," you retorted with a challenging tone.

senku's mouth snapped shut. how can he forget? you're a hundred percent the strongest here! he shakes his head. "well, it can't be helped," he says, shocking the rest. he turned to magma and told him, "you heard her. take those off."

"whaaat? that easily?!" chrome exclaimed.

senku shrugs, sticking a pinky in his ear. "i can't really stop y/n from doing what she wants. if she wants to come, let her."

"then who's going to carry the rocks?" gen asks.

"y/n will," senku answers.

"what?!" gen screamed. "i-isn't that a bit...? can y/n even handle it?" his arms waved around.

kohaku crossed her arms. "are you saying women are weak?" she looked at him pointedly.

gen furiously shook his head at her. "no no, of course not!"

"right, i never told you y/n's last name, haven't i?" senku comments as he turns over to you, who's walking over wearing the equipment.

"my full name is l/n y/n," you announced. "i am more than capable of carrying the scheelite." gen starts foaming at the mouth. however, those who aren't from the modern world, they don't understand.

"basically, y/n's family is famous for a lot of crazy things and she's stronger than anyone else here," senku explains. "now let's stop wasting time and go!"

you and senku followed chrome to the cave where he got the scheelite from where a small stream of water ended. senku dipped his fingers into it. "the water's lukewarm," he mentions with a chuckle. "we can definitely find some treasures."

the three of you ventured deeper into the caves. however, once they got to a certain part, senku immediately noticed something. "get back!" he screamed, extending his arm behind his back.

you and chrome stopped, tensing up. "what's wrong, senku?" chrome asks.

senku bent down, moving carefully, and cracked a piece of the floor. "it's mica. it's like baumkuchen." you let out an 'oooh', but chrome looked confused. "it's a rock that's brittle enough to break with your hands," he says as he tears a layer off of the one he's holding. he then looks up, shining the light in front of him. "look, they're natural pit traps."

the three of you look over to the abundance of pits. "damn," chrome lets out. "nature's traps are nasty."

"is it possible to get out of that once you fall in?" you then asked.

"yeesh, try to get back up with a rope or a ladder and it'll just cave in on ya," chrome grimance.

senku stood back up. a crack, you heard from under his foot. you leaped over and push him away. you tried to land as delicately as possible, but the ground couldn't handle it. a hole formed immediately beneath you, making you fall straight into it. you reached your hand up to try and grab the edge out of reflex. another hand reached out for yours and took hold of it. it was senku's hand... although he is having a hard time pulling you up.

"no, senku! let go! it's going to cave in under you!" you were able to scream out. true to your words, the ground beneath senku did cave in. you both fall into the pit.

"senku! y/n!"

you pulled senku closer to your body, putting an arm under his neck and legs. you quickly moved your body upright and looked down. your feet hit the ground with a thud and you bent down into a squat so that you don't crush your legs. you let out a sigh of relief as you stood back up and gently placed senku down.

"are you okay?" you asked him while removing the stuff behind your back.

senku stares at you dumbfounded. "no, no, are you okay?"

you chuckle. "i'm fine, senku. i continued the momentum, or whatever you call what i just did to prevent shattering my legs," you tell him reassuringly.

"go sit down while i try to think our way out," he says as he walks over to the wall in front of you. you did what he said and sat down, your eyes never leaving him as you didn't want to miss it in case it happens. senku sometimes lets out these cute noises whenever he thinks or tries something out. to your pleasure, he's making the noises! (a/n: bro he's so cute in this scene) you let out a giggle after he slides back down from trying to climb out.

senku turns to you with a raised brow. "what're you giggling about?"

"it's just... you're adorable," you bluntly answer him.

he blinks, then slightly smirks from the familiarity. "how long has it been since you've last called me that?"

"it's been a while that's what," you say with a smile. just then a stream of water flowed down into the cave. you and senku looked up to see chrome peering down, holding a glass bottle.

"chrome, what are you doing?" you ask with furrowed brows.

"if i keep pouring in water from the pond that's nearby, you might be able to swim back out," he explained.

that caught you off guard. you turned to senku and asked, "will that work?"

he starts cackling and from that alone, you already got your answer. "hang on, that's not bad," he says, then raised a finger in front of his face. you perked up, smiling with glee as you listened to senku's calculations tangent. you love it whenever he says his calculations out loud, and he does it with his pointer finger raised in front of him as well! it's adorable... and insanely attractive.

senku lowered his finger and lets out a laugh. he looked up at chrome and shouts out, "chrome, i'm going to tell you how to craft something. can you do it?"

"yeah, of course i can." chrome nods. "don't underestimate chrome the science user!"

after you tossed the bag with the big glass bottles, you waited patiently as you listened to senku instructing chrome on what to do. shortly after, pillars of water starts flowing down into the pit. "huh? how is the water going from low to high?" you and senku heard chrome ask out loud. you giggled as senku explained to chrome what a siphon is.

you looked to see the water slowly, but surely rising from the floor. your feet being already submerged into it. then your gaze went to senku, who's looking up. "are you sure you won't freeze before we could get up there?" you asked with a hand on your hip.

senku turned to you, still looking up. "i did the calculations. it should be fine before we get hypothermia," he says.

you rose a knowing brow. "that's for a normal person, senku, and you're not a normal person." by this time the water is already about half way at senku's body (you're taller than him so it's not really half way at your body yet).

senku stuck his pinky into his ear, shrugging. "it'll be fine," he says.

it was not fine.

the water's only at half way of the pit, but senku's already shaking and chattering from the cold. you slowly floated your way to senku and wrapped your hands around him. this shocked senku, jolting a bit from the sudden touch. "what are you doing?" he managed to ask.

"here, the tits will keep you warm."

senku gapped at you. why are you so goddamn blunt? because of his shock, he missed the part where you gently placed his head on your chest and guided his arms to wrap around your back. "well, aren't you red?" you say with a teasing smirk which brought him back to reality.

"huh?" senku felt flustered and embarrassed. he tried to push himself away from you, but with his strength versus yours... yeah it didn't work. "stop that!" you scolded him. "be glad that it isn't magma who's cuddling with you right now."

senku grimaced at the thought. "don't even mention that!" he exclaimed, looking up at you, making you chuckle. in the midst of your chuckle, he tightened his hold on you, pulling you closer to his body.

"well aren't you bold?"

he looked away, avoiding eye contact and letting his head rest on your chest. "i am doing this for the sake of getting warmth so that we both don't die of hypothermia," he says.

you rolled your eyes. "oh please, just admit you're liking this much more than you thought you did," you teased him.

his ears tipped red as he stayed silent.

you watched senku and chrome fanboying at the treasure cove of rocks with a smirk. a chuckle left your mouth, but the mood quickly died down as you pressed your lips together. "are you guys done yet? the sun's going to set soon and we should go!"

"ohhh come on! just a little bit longer," chrome whined.

"yeah, after all, we found a mountain of treasure," senku added.

you hooked your hands on the back of the boys' shirt and lifted them up. "when i say let's go, let's go."

the three of you exited the cave and the sun's already setting. "hurry up," you say as you picked the bag senku's carrying and hugged it against your chest. senku looked at you with protest, but you merely rose a brow at him which caused him to back down.

"why are you suddenly in a hurry?" chrome asked, looking slightly confused.

"you'll see."

once the three of you drew closer to the village, you dropped the bag in front of you took and out your makeshift blindfold. "senku dear~ could you wear this for me real quick?" you asked as he turned around.

he rose a questioning brow at you. "and for what y/n?" he asked. but you ignored his question and covered senku's eyes. you picked him up and threw him over your shoulder like a sack. "y/n? y/n?!" you picked up the bag up from the floor and happily jogged back your way to the village while humming.

chrome blinked then ran after the two of you. "what are you doing, y/n?!"

senku now stood in a room, blindfolded and hands tied. he knows that that's your hand on the back of his neck which means you're standing directly behind him.

"hey, senku-chan~ welcome home," gen says in front of senku, but he doesn't know that.

"huh? what's going on?" senku asks with an unwavering tone.

"hah!" kohaku triumphantly laughs. "don't bother trying to call for help, senku. we're all working with gen," she announced.

senku chuckles. "so you bastards finally figured out the hack, huh?" he says. "all you need to do is hand science and my head over to tsukasa, and the village is safe. it's perfectly logical." you could feel him trembling with nervousness. "...leave y/n out of this," he muttered to which only you heard.

gen lets out a short snort. "well, i have no idea what you're talking about, but..." he gave you a nod. you untied his hands and slowly took off his blindfolds.

senku stared in front of him, eyes swirling with nostalgia. you stared at him with a fond smile. it's been a while since you've seen him that emotional. he stepped towards the telescope and peered into it. he took a step back in awe. "an astronomy telescope... or rather, an observatory..." his voice gotten softer by the end. you blinked, trying to get rid of the tears that threatened to fall.

kaseki lets out an excited laugh. "january forth; rock day!" he exclaimed.

kohaku stepped up with a wide smile. "y/n told us it's your birthday today, senku!" she said.

"we all got you a birthday gift!" suika happily announced. senku walked closer to the window to see mostly everyone from the village standing outside.

"y/n told us everything we needed in order to make the telescope, and the whole village worked hard to make the observatory. you're going to have to fine-tune it yourself, senku-chan," gen explained.

ginro approached senku with a smug look. "are senku~ are you moved for the first time in forever? you can cry, you know. you don't need to hold it in," he teased.

"you're so low, ginro," kinro commented.

senku turned to the group with a smirk. "good job, everyone! this is extremely practical. we can use it as our own watchtower against tsukasa," he mentions with a wide cheeky smile.

"y-yeah, that's true," kohaku replies, not sure what to make of his reaction.

"your feedback's as rational as ever," gen comments.

"a guy doesn't bother mentioning his own birthday, and yet..." senku glanced at you. you gave him a smirk and a smug wave. a chuckle escapes his mouth.

"actually, i found out on my own even before y/n said anything," gen corrected to which senku immediately understood and the two conversed on how gen found out.

a while later, it's only you and senku left in the observatory. "did you really think i'd let them hand over your head to tsukasa?" you rhetorically asked. "and also, i can't believe that's the first thing you thought of. do you not have faith in them? you healed their priestess."

senku didn't reply as he stayed silent, looking up at the stars. you sighed as you walked over and hugged him from behind. "are you mad at me for giving away your birthday?" you softly asked. "well, i wasn't planning on giving it away, but gen approached me for a birthday gift idea and... this happened."

"i'm not mad at you, y/n." he rolled his eyes. "it's just..."

your hold on him tightened. "it's fine. i know. you don't have to say anything," you tell him.

senku turned around and wrapped his arms around you, laying his head on your chest. you felt yourself warm up a bit and held him closer. "so i am right." senku lifted his head up to look at you with confusion. "that you're liking this much more than you thought you did," you explained with a smug smirk.

he turned his head away, avoiding eye contact as he stayed silent and his ears tipped red.

masterlist a/n: this turned out way better than i thought it would.

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theprettylightsinger · 3 months ago

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"Hey, Violence?”

What?” I snap.

"There’s a knife in the armoire.” His hand slides to the nape of my neck, and he leans in, narrowing the world to just the two of us. “All you had to do was ask, and even if you weren’t aware it was coming, you know I’d never let it hurt you. I’m not the one you don’t trust.”

Chapter 55, Iron flame

What type of manipulative, gaslighting mindfuckery is going on here bro?!?!

No seriously WTF IS THIS?!?

"If you actually wanted the answers, you’d ask the right questions."

Like I'm sorry maybe I'm just the illiterate odd one out here but I honestly do not understand this fucking argument. The situation really isn't as complicated as this MF is making it out to be. It's a simple equation: violet wants xaden to be honest with her, so xaden needs to start telling her everything he knows that could affect HER. He doesn't have to tell her everything about the rebellion or even HIS life. Just the things that SHE needs to know. Her brother being alive, things relating to her mother, his psycho ex ("hey vi I have an ex that might try to f with your mind, just a heads up") you know these sort of things.

And what might those things be you ask? Well IDK YOU figure it out why don't you (you know like vi is supposed figure out what questions to ask). The whole cat situation is a good example of this, WHY couldn't he tell her? And don't give me the BS about not wanting to know about each other's exes when we all know damn well that has nothing to do with anything. Violet's exes aren't trying to kill xaden for starters, not to mention vi's never been engaged unlike others we know. I would say THAT is information worth mentioning to your significant other WITHOUT them having to fucking ask for it. If my boyfriend has been previously engaged to an ex who's actively trying to sabotage me I would expect him to fucking mention that detail so I don't look like a fucking fool. Also even going by xadens logic, how TF is violet supposed to ask about it?? Is she supposed to have a divine fucking revelation that tells her to ask xaden about such questions?

Anyways the point I'm trying to make here is that the whole miscommunication sht that's going on in this book is ENTIRELY xadens fault and I honestly cannot fathom how anyone can ever blame violet for it (I've seen countless people saying vi annoyed them in IF because she's causing miscommunication and I'm over here like..... Btch wtf are you talking about?????). Violet isn't my fav character and she annoys me most of the time but I draw the line at blaming her for miscommunication, hell I'm actually MAD at her for not breaking up with him in this book.

Because if Xaden had pulled that shit on me, he'd have been sleeping in the hallway for the rest of his life.

#iron flame #fourth wing #xaden riorson #violet sorrengail #violet and xaden

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urautismdiagnosis-wistie · 2 months ago

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LANGUAGE HEADCANONS

including the vegimals, also some pirate culture lore for kwazii ig

@calamaroo

BARNACLES

Barnacles learned basic English as an extracurricular when he was younger, but he only really learned it (and gained the accent) when he went to university in Manitoba (polar bear capital of the world and the university works by, with, and for indigenous people with a lot of foreign people coming to study). he's got a similar thing with the speaking Russian and I'm gonna steal the specific language of inuktuk from you.

Also because the Arctic has so many different countries in it (although everyone in the Arctic considers themselves as just "the Arctic because wtf are u gonna do about borders? come through the snow storm and take me to another snowy white spot that looks exactly the same (to you) as the other snowy white spot I was in? FCK borders in the Arctic no one there gives a sht)

Anyways they do have a common sign language because I LOVE SIGN LANGUAGE AND WILL INSERT IT EVERYWHERE I CAN

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KWAZII:

Kwazii did grow up with a very mixed pirate crew, although A LOT of members were either English speaking or Japanese speaking predominantly , he also watched a lot of old kids anime as a kid in Japanese as well lol. not to mention the native island cultures they often interacted with including my very fictional "meowri" (they're sphinx cats with ttattoes and very loosely inspired by Polynesian cultures)...

Because of the general culture of the pirate crew being diverse (esp cuz of interactions on ports/other crews) there was also a lot slang and terms that was known shared and sort of used as a basic communication system for everyone.

so there'd be random Spanish and Arabic terms from the most niche origin points just being used commonly, and that includes a lot of outdated ones, cultural sayings, or words that just don't exist in a lot of other languages, and etc

not to mention that because of how old the pirate clan he was a part of was (founded in 1920s) and because of the different crews there's genuinely like hundreds and hundreds of them being in these isolated communities and even being born and raised in them. so there's a lot of words that cant even be found anywhere else, so kwazii does get frustrated when he cant express what he wants to say but he just... cant even translate the word

OR the words everyone else uses for it doesn't make any sense! it... it kinda makes him feel stupid sometimes

also because his clan did work with a lot of wild animals as non tech sources of information (you feed them and then they get u good info!! for strategy, spying, whatever! and no one even blinks an eye cuz its just a crow (an extremely intelligent bird)!) but uh... the problem with that is that well alot of animals uhhhh misunderstand stuff

so that means that all the names of locations, descriptions of wild animals, ways of naming ships, and all the information would've have to have been animal comprehension friendly. not to mention be more coded cuz of non-friend pirate clans and G O V E R N M E N T S- so I'd get some wacky name replacements for all sorts of things.... its really a mess XD, a beautiful mess but still

also explained why so many of the pirate tales about *insert scientific name of the episode's animal* was often over exaggerated with strange details... including ones pirates shouldn't even known. Like how could they know about sword fish making the water around them warm?

its because a lot of that info CAME from the animals... animals who... don't understand numbers and say things like "and it was 20 feet tall!" even if it was only 5.... because it FEELS that tall to the small animal yk? also not understanding science on a deeper level so its all explained in a strange way. Ofc the pirates DONT help the issue because they be exaggerating the hell out of their own stories-

yeah sure the snake was "long as the river itself" Cj and SURE it was 20 sharks or whatever and not THREE that chased you kwazii

lying in story telling is just a form of pirate love actually, so is pranks and pickpocketing but kwazii refrains lol... this turned into me yapping about the blorbo

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BASIC COMMUNICATION SKILLS:

Speaking of the basic communication thing, the octonauts crew was trained on the main words for rescue related communication in more common languages like Arabic, Chinese, Spanish, etc and will take time to learn (or just refresh) before heading to a new location.

Because in my own au the communication abilities of the wildlife is a lot more limited based on their level of intelligence. so an orca would technically be bi lingual in their own orca language and be able to speak nearly identical to a humanoid person

also like I said before about sign language, BASIC PIRATE SIGNS THAT ONLY OTHER PIRATES KNOW AYYYYYYYYY

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DASHI:

Australian Dashie my beloved<3 honestly she WOULD have learned several languages and learned more for/from her friends shes so capable and incredible fr. also FCK it MORE sign language! I headcanon shes CODA, which means you're the child of one or two parents who are both either hard of hearing or Deaf! so she actually was learning sign very VERY young from her mom <3 and well the rest of her family cuz they all knew it lol

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PESO:

peso is obviously bilingual and he's the BEST at the basic communications skills thing and most well versed cuz he deals with the most animals one on one, so he actually can communicate with pretty much all the animal creatures, even taking the time to learn some slang terms the animals might have learned so that they'll feel safer and more comfortable around him!

he also picks up on a lot of dialects especially since his cousins are so diverse

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TWEAK:

as for tweak she knows a lot of Spanish actually because hey! Miami has A LOT Spanish speakers, so much that's its actually made an entirely new developing dialect unique to the area!

tweak actually understands a decent amount of Japanese and Russian but.... not for normal conversations, more like because of all the engineering studying she did! research papers, studies, articles, lectures, books etc etc... so she could probably have a full conversation about the physics and math of submarines in those languages but if you wanted to talk about like... how you're feeling today or what you want for dinner she can not answer that LMSO

INKLING:

inkling would absolutely know like SO many languages, I have the headcanon that the reason he actually met barnacles in that university was actually because he studied LAND SPECIES for years (and continues to enjoy observing his crew and doing behavioural experiments on them without anyone noticing, esp since they're so diverse and they're in such a unique social environment on the octopod! but shhhh don't tell the others it would ruin the natural response they have! he does this with love btw)

hes also literally mega brained so I'd be surprised if he didn't at least understand the basics of any language the octonauts knew purely based on his own curiosity....

SHELLINGTON:

hehe Gaelic go brrrrrr

also because I headcanon Shellie as being a a mix of Eurasian otters and small clawed Asian otters, I think he does have some Philippine heritage and knows some Tagalog but not that much and he's a bit sad about that in all honesty. his *ss would also know latin

VEGIMALS:

IVE BEEN PLANNING TO MAKE A VEGIMALESE LANGUAGE POST:

ok so basically their language is entirely unique and not just because of them being the only known vegimals:

the thing is that their vocal cords (or vegetable/fish equivalent) isn't really made for the languages they hear on the octopod... or English.

the thing is they are their own little pod, and during their earliest developmental years they spent the MAJORITY of their time only with eachother or with shellington, what this means is that while some of the verbal and auditorial cues they have is just innate to vegimal understanding- (and also had difficult time replicating sounds shellington made, while it being easier to replicate a word one of the other vegimals made)

they quite literally made their own words for a lot of things while talking with eachother, before shellington had even realized! a lot of their language development did formulate very similarly to english (and Gaelic) because that's what they were hearing from shellington!

as they continue to grow and get older (they're really only about like 11 to me) their English has actually improved a lot, because they've learned how to mimic the others better, that's how they learned that the vegimals still used a lot of the literal baby talk words that shellington used with them while they were growing up, but just in their own original language

not to mention a lot of their language does have a lot of the meaning derived from the enunciation, tone, rhythm, and etc... so that means its a bit harder for those who just.. don't have the built in brain biology to distinguish those sounds to understand them

ofc shellington did literally raise them so its much much easier for him to understand because (whether he realizes it or not) he was actually learning the language AS they developed it! ofc over the years the other octonauts have actually started to subconsciously pick up on the meanings of those more subtle language features of vegimalese, and combined with knowing the vegimals slang/phrases, and the vegimals learning how to replicate more and more English ones, their understanding of the vegimals only keeps increasing

but to anyone else who isn't an octonaut its.... kinda like hearing a lil guy yip yip a bunch of gibberish and then everyone else in the room going "oh yes of course! that's a great idea Tototofrit! and don't worry, well make sure our fish friends aren't scared as we perform your very clever and crafty plan!"

also my friend said I can pull off a decent vegimal accent so if anyone wants any tips lmk (I would stim in vegimalese in middle school btw LMSO but I did learn a decent amount on how they pronounce things and their speech patterns... still working on perfecting it but I got some starter tips LOL)

also the reasons halibeet and pikato don't show up as much as the other vegimals is because they're just genuinely more introverted, halibeet and pikato do enjoy each other's quiet company tho (as well as the other vegimals, but they're really more homebodies who just aren't as into the whole adventure stuff)

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mouldycakes · 2 months ago

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"There is something wrong with the way that I am built. I... I can't, uh, I can't just enjoy happiness like regular people, you know? [...] every time something good happens in my life, I... I just I think of when it's gonna end. That's all I can think about." - Danny (S04 E19)

Original HERE.

I saw it on Twitter and wanted to have it and suffer over here ;_; Transcript of the whole conversation in 4x19 + some thoughts:

Steve: She's pretty.

Danny: What?

Steve: Amber. Can tell she really cares about you, too.

Danny: Yeah, I'll probably screw it up like I do everything else. Right? Not in my DNA to be happy.

Steve: I didn't mean that. That's not what I meant. (Earlier, Steve had said: "Danny, if she (Amber) was the same age as you, you would come up with a different excuse, whatever you need, because you can't be happy. It's impossible for you; it's not in your DNA.")

Danny: No, I'm officially agreeing with you. There is something wrong with the way that I am built. I.. I can't, uh I can't just enjoy happiness like regular people, you know?

Steve: You don't think you're being a little hard on yourself?

Danny: No, I don't. When I was a kid, my parents would go out to eat dinner. And if they were late coming home, I used to imagine that they died in a car wreck, just 'cause they were 15 minutes late. And I used to talk to God and beg him. I said, "Please just take my dad, not my mom." 'Cause I couldn't live without my mom. I mean, every time something good happens in my life, I... I just I think of when it's gonna end. That's all I can think about.

Steve: (seriously concerned) You for real?

Danny: Yeah.

Steve: That's not normal.

Danny: I know it's not normal. Listen to this. On my wedding day, I'm looking at Rachel, just about to say "I do." And all I can see is the day she's gonna serve me with divorce papers. No joke. And I... I don't know, man. The only sustained happiness I ever felt in my life so far is Grace. And, you know, it's just a matter of time before she turns 18, and then she's out the door and she marries some schmuck. I don't know.

Steve: (serious) You got to change, man. You can't live like that.

Danny: Well, I'd like very much to change. It's just not so simple, you know?

-- after losing Billy, Rick(kinda), Grace, Meka, Matt, all the stuff with Rachel and her mother, Gracie being taken away from him almost 3? times, being used as spare parts for Charlie -because if he hadn't been sick, Danny would have never known Charlie was his son and wow if that isn't a punch to the gut-, being there for his mother and sisters when they need something and then they just go 'kay thnx bye' and disappear, all the brushes with death Steve's had, plus his own, plus the stress of worrying about everyone, plus being kidnapped tortured shot and afterwards being basically abandoned by his best friend while barely out of hospital unable to walk unassisted I'm also mad Steve didn't answer his text or his last words wtf Steve?! , not to mention the casual way Danny talks about killing himself through the seasons... and I'm pretty sure I'm forgetting some stuff! man, Danny needs therapy ;_; (and I need to rewatch :D)

EDIT: HOLY SHIT I forgot about Reyes and Colombia, what did all that go - they beat the sht out of him and the guilt he had (and boy if that's not a nice starter for Danny whump... they could have probably done something else and not just beat him up...)

I have lost count also of how many people spell it Columbia and not Colombia in fanfics; un saludo pa' mis hermanos latinoamericanos.

#H50 #Danny has Issues #Danny Williams #McDanno #H50 5x19 #H50 10x22 #Danny needs therapy #Steve too - traveling won't make his problems go away they'll just fester and explode - he's just taking them traveling with him #still kinda mad at the last ep becs we had military ppl say they go travel to find peace and months later they come back in a box #but hey it's fiction so whatever i guess #ALSO trying to 'get away from the memories and the mom-cia stuff' and having cathrine of all people with him is kinda hilarious ngl #Danny whump

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minjoonapio · 6 months ago

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🎐 Wind Breaker Chapter 158: The Great Fires of Extinction (End of the Noroshi arc)

💭THOUGHTS & ANALYSIS [⚠️SPOILERS⚠️]

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There’s actually not much to analyze about this chapter ‘cause it’s simply well said. So I’ll be sharing my thoughts & feelings. This chapter has such a warm (with a hint of sad) end to a rollercoaster of an arc

Oof my dear boy here needs to rest

I do kinda feel bad for Endo. In a way, he just has this longing and slow burn love for Chika and he just knew he can’t be seen by him the same way he sees Umemiya; being accepted in his world.

Endo gives him everything while he receives nothing (but punches and kicks).

No wait. This is adorable. TF. Endo expects a good hit from Chika but was ecstatic when the kick was harmless. Chika didn’t even give one hit but multiple soft hits??!! STAHP! That’s too cute.

The way Chika's fist froze when Endo mentioned a hot bath 🥲 He's tired af and being babied by Endo 😭

This confirms all the things he said to Sakura about Umemiya is his negative perspective of him. He DETESTS and is jealous of the guy who’s able to be in his Chika’s world.

Now…this is sad.

Something tells me Chika had a really bad experience with people at a very young age…or maybe had none at all :(

Maybe links to his probable face blindness. People who have such condition are usually mistaken to be cold or indifferent towards people, but it's because they have a hard time remembering people's faces. Although, in here, it sounds like his indifference to humans makes him develop face blindness. So I hope we get to hear more of Chika’s past in their talk.

Ah, there’s our Umemiya.

Come to think of it, since his biological family died, Umemiya was exposed to people from different walks of like who are not his blood since he was 9. He has grown and absorbed a vast world for 8-9yrs.

And he could truly tell Chika how amazing it is.

Without even realizing it, Chika actually made the first step to expanding his world. It started from the moment he accepted Umemiya. He even said Ume’s name before Ume told him this trick.

And now that he is aware of it, Chika looks like he decided to accept more people in his world, little by little.

(For some reason, maybe it's because his hair is drenched wet, but he looks lost here 🥺)

I SCREAMED. I knew it. And I’m not even an endochika stan. Oh Endo. Chika has acknowledged him 😫AND A FULL NAME!

(I actually thought we’ll have something dramatic like Togame & Choji crying scene but i dont think it’s ready for that lol)

HUZZAH! UME WON! WE WON! 🎐

Tsubaki collapsed in relief, cutie Choji cheering, and Bofurin, Shishitoren and Roppo Ichiza together rejoicing 🥹and our Class 1-1 are okay 😭

Now y’all gotta tend to your wounds, bath and rest! Jeez ��‍💨🤧

No words were said but that smile and gesture says a lot. Both leaders didn’t lose. They kept each other's promises.

Umemiya is thankful, happy, and proud of Sakura. Not only for winning and being there for him, but for becoming the person he is now. He is glad his kouhai part of the found family, Bofurin 🥹💚

And we got a double COLOR spread of the two!! 😭😭😭 Thank you Nii sensei! This is beautiful 💚

I hope they get to talk after ALL that. Sakura was a bit shaken up in seeing Umemiya like that and I'm sure he has questions about what Endo meant. Either way, I'm sure Umemiya would want to chat with Sakura about his fight with Endo.

Side note: I LOVE the silly exchange between Umemiya and Endo 🤣most especially reading those small text beside the dialogue bubbles.

I can hear the sarcasm in the “since you didn’t even give half a sht about me before” 🤣🤣🤣

Ah what an end to a great long arc! What a wild ride that was. Hope we get that BBQ! All of them (us included) deserve it 😭

Thank you so much Nii sensei for such an awesome arc. And Jacqueline and team for translating and lettering the manga for us 🥰 You all work hard! 💚

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Thank you for reading! See you in next week's chapter (Tuesday)!

#wind breaker #wind breaker manga #wind breaker chapter 158 #umemiya hajime #endo yamato #sakura haruka #chika takiishi #tsubaki #ウィンブレ #nii satoru

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smiling-stel · 23 days ago

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Tokyo Debunker ep 12 spoilers

Ep. 12: [The Cry of the Cat]

Holy sht this episode just made me more curious ab the logistics of Towa's powers

Cause unlike Mc, we been knowing he's got a hand on the weather

But is his power the type to have a cost?? Or is it just the kind to be one where he gets to live with it, but the con IS the power itself

Cause having the weather tied to ur emotions means u have to alw havr to manage ur emotions well, but- tbh, not like he really cares to so ig its not a con that bothers him that much

See, it seems he has a passive and an active part to his power. Cause the passive being his emotions affecting the weather. And the active we have seen twice now - once in this ep and once in the underwater ep 3 - where he actively controls the wind to make a whirlwind to use for his convience + in ep 12 Towa himself explicitly says he uses the wind to make his jumps really efficient

^ dialouge from ep 12, ch 19

So does his power usage cost him something?

○ In the previous scene before Towa's pain flash in ep 12, ch 15, we see him using his Active Ability to whirlwind the ducks back into their pen.

. And in the intro scenes before they even get to the farm, we know there was some funky weather changes happening like a gust of wind knocking open the door coincidentally to let the whole interior of the Jabberwock dorm ice over - COUGH - right after Ren n Haru go back n forth ab the heater being broke - COUGH - and then Ren's window Specifically breaking when he leaves all the work for Mc n Towa to wrap up the animals in blankets..

- Not saying Towa used his powers [Actively] there, but yea- no, he's definitely using his power cause I would too, Ren's annoyingly not a team player.

But this argument i have less solid evidence for

Other than the fact Towa's records of controlling the weather passively in the past havent exactly shown any effort on his part to keep his emotions regulated

Bro welcomes the abrupt changes n continues to leave his mood swinging even if it means he's using his energy

○ So either it doesn't cost much to where Towa can afford to Not Care ab minimizing his mood swings, or that's just the kind of person he is - like he can't help his sudden mood swings - n he just deals w the aftermath later

○ either way, he's using his powers hella

And in the previous times he's used his powers, we probably don't see his aftermath pain cause the episode ends (ep 3's whirlwind usage) or maybe he's able to play it off by going off somewhere on his own (mentioned various times as a behavioral habit of Towa's, also as a foil to Ren's habit of alw staying inside)

○ and its possible his powers are still hurting him the previous times

. But aren't there anomalies that can alfict flash pains this ep?

♤ True. The cat anomaly does aoe psyc dmg - (or more specifically, it mentally attacks those who have seen it) - so Towa could have very well been suffering a pain flash from the cat

But this entire episode, all four members + peekaboo are affected by the cat's psyc atks at the same time. Theyve never heard the "reconcile with the cat" msgs on their own probably cause they've alw seen the cat with another member there

♤ The only time Towa could've been afflicted alone was when he was talking to the cat in the middle of the night

♤ But thats not how this specific "reconcile with the cat" atk msg works

This whole time ive been saying it came from the cat, - which is partly true cause seeing the cat is the trigger - but actually the atk's power comes from the dog, which we see explained in ep 12, ch 29

And that's also an aoe that only affects those who have seen the cat - but it happens to everyone at the same time cause the dog doesn't have good control over his msg due to being old, explained in ch 29-30

(^ Its msg is like a warning out of care, but since its said so loudly and directly to the brain, it comes off basically like a threat, causing people to go crazy with fear)

♤ Towa talking to the cat at night actually spared him from that psyc msg atk cause the dog was asleep

But in the scene where Towa had the pain flash it was day time

♤ And according to the patterns observable from how the cat's and dog's powers work, Ren - who was with Towa at this scene - shouldve also suffered if it were the cat's or the dog's psyc atks. Cause all members have seen the cat by this point, and the dog's msg should be aoe due to lack of control on the dog's part

But Ren wasn't in pain.

So it must not be the cat nor the dog hurting Towa in ch 13 of this ep.

♤ confirmed, Towa's not being hurt by the anomalies

So what is the drawback specifically?

♡ In ep 12, we see him hunched over in fetal position out of breath suddenly, only for this flash of pain to leave as quickly as it came once Towa snapped the antler accessory he was wearing, snapping himself out of the pain also, quite literally

^ ep 12, ch 15

♡ Haru himself also brushes it off really quick, within a single line---

^ ch 15 as well

♡ ofc this was also before Haru knew what the anomalies were exactly, so it could be just his normal reaction

which MIGHT be on-brand for him to brush past pains cause he's 1. desensitized since he often gets hurt himself, and 2. got too much on his hands to overly worry ab something that's alr past, even if its others' conditions at stake

♡ But it could also mean Towa often has flash pains for Haru to just accept it n move on despite being on a mission with a potential anomaly

In Haru's defense, ur honor, Towa does act pretty spontaneously most the time. We won't even get into how abrupt his mood swings can be... anyways!

^ ch 15 from the top tho

♡ so its pain so bad that it has Towa kneeling over, AND it leaves on its own as suddenly as it comes?? (Lmao period cramps be like)

I wonder if the cost of using his powers is literally just physical pains? It doesn't seem to make him bleed or bruise, ...that we know of-

♡ so potentially cramping pains?

Also I couldnt help but notice the title for ch 15 Points Out this weird reaction

^ "An Old Shrine and some Odd Behavior "

☆ 'Odd Behavior' ???

At first glance its just ur regular ch title that's neat and vauge. It fits in w all the other ch titles in this ep

☆ But after reading the ch itself, the title only goes to Highlight how weird that flash of pain was. And also how it wasnt explained??

Cause again- it can't be the anomalies of this ep affecting Towa cause Ren wasn't affected n that's not how the anomalies' powers work

-=+=-

So in summary:

Towa, who just used his whirlwind right before this flash of pain + probably let his emotions passively control the weather before they left the dorm - who isn't in pain cause of this episode's anomalies - and that pain being quick to resolve itself without any external aid??

Yea, all signs point to him having drawbacks to using his power

N while we don't have explicit confirmation (as of ep 12) that was why he was in pain, just the fact the story seemed to single out this one event that has nothing to do with this episode's anomaly case seems to make it foreshadowing/prepping for a fun reveal of one of the many ghouls' powers :DD

#textpost #character analysis #tokyo debunker #tkdb #towa otonashi

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katotaku-meow · 10 months ago

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I finally figured out what Leo reminds me of,

he's basically Sho's toxic (ex)boyfriend that refuses to accept they aren't together, cuz that man ruins Sho's reputation to make sure he's Sho's only friend, literally can't stand Sho paying attention to anything that isn't him, like he literally tries to take everything away from Sho, Sho pays attention and wants to be friends with MC? Leo gaslights Sho and trash talks the MC. Sho starts a food truck because it's his passion? Leo is there trying to chase away customers, trash talk Sho, and tries to make a bet with Sho to LITERALLY TAKE HIS FOOD TRUCK AWAY (LEO WHEN I CATCH YOU LEO). Sho is becoming friends with Subaru? Leo talks sht about Sho to Subaru to try and ruin their friendship, so that Leo will remain Sho's only friend and have all of Sho's attention to himself, like, he literally can't stand the idea that Sho can have hobbies and friends without him. And Alan sparring with Sho? Leo literally got the sourest face on because he can't stand the idea that Sho ain't waiting on him hand and foot. THIS HAS TO BE THE REASON WHY LEO KEEPS TRYING TO MAKE SHO BET WITH HIM AND MAKES SHO HIS SLAVE ALL THE TIME, CUZ HE JUST WANT ALLLL OF SHO'S ATTENTION AND CARE

Leo is literally the definition of toxic boyfriend, ostracizing their partner and gaslighting them so that they can't run away and so that they can be the only one around their partner

Like, I'll google a list of toxic boyfriend traits to keep making my GODDAMN POINT

Leo's checklist for being Sho's toxic boyfriend:

1: Constant criticism

The one time Sho does his own thing, and tells the truth about the MC enhancing thing and goes against Leo's plan, he instantly criticises Sho and mockingly says "don't tell me you're into her too" and when Sho is setting up his food truck in ep 3 chap 15, Leo can't stop criticising him like, "You're so full of yourself lately" and the scoff at the end of the chapter, not only that, but Leo can't stop shit talking Sho constantly, especially when Sho is going beyond his control.

2: Controlling behaviour

Literally EVERY SINGLE TIME THEY DO ANYTHING, it's always whatever Leo wants, and he's constantly putting words into Sho's mouth, and Sho has almost NEVER gone against or refused what Leo wants. The first time Sho does something he wants (the food truck) Leo comes in trying to destroy Sho's efforts, to make him obediently come back to him after the food truck fails!

3: Irrational Jealousy

Literally the DEFINITION of Leo. He can't stand Sho paying attention to anything but him (as I have previously mentioned) that bitch is just 100% jealous of everything, of MC, of the food truck, of Subaru, of Alan (probably), and he tries everything to get rid of them so that Sho can just pay attention to Leo 24/7

4: Excessive possessiveness

Okay, the website I'm using for research says it perfectly 'shows possessiveness over you by treating you as an object or possession rather than his equal partner', Leo constantly uses Sho for everything, he expects Sho to agree with everything he says and do anything he says. THEIR DYNAMIC IS CLEARLY NOT EQUAL. In their "friendship" Leo is king. What he says, goes. In his eyes, Sho is his slave, his possession, that is not allowed to go against him. Sho is his bodyguard, his fighter, his chauffer, you CAN NOT convince me that Leo sees Sho as an equal friend, more like a slave that he steps on daily

5: Manipulation

Leo is a manipulator, we know that first hand from how he handled the Takeru case. Also, this guy be manipulating Subaru in trying to make him hate Sho (stay away from Subaru you thot). He is constantly taunting and manipulating Sho into making bets with him, and from his and Sho's interactions, Sho mentions that Leo often doesn't play fair in these bets, and Sho is constantly made into Leo's slave. This situation makes it very easy for the idea of being "Leo's slave" to become second nature for Sho and can manipulate Sho into doing whatever Leo wants, even when he hasn't lost a bet

6: Lack of Respect

Seriously, if you can't see Leo's lack of respect for Sho, you are literally blind. This man has not an ounce of respect for Sho.

7: Verbal abuse

I'm not sure if Leo ever verbally abuses Sho in the story, but I am convinced that he does. It feels like something Leo would do

8: Emotional Volatility

website states "An obvious sign of a toxic boyfriend is that he twists situations to make himself appear innocent and you responsible for his emotional state or problems" bro. BRO. Leo literally acts like he's some saint, pushing words into Sho's mouth, making Sho fight Leo's battles, making it constantly look like Sho is the problem. Like Sho is the bigger asshole, and that Leo is just some innocent kid who can't do anything wrong. At first I thought they were both assholes, but Sho is such a sweet guy, and Leo just molded him into this awful guy

9: Gaslighting

Can't think of an example (cuz I am an absolute failure who can't recognize gaslighting if it punched me in the face)

10: Lack of empathy

There is not a single speck of empathy in Leo's whole body. He has never once thought about how Sho felt, he just makes his demands and expects Sho to do exactly as he was told no matter what. He feels absolutely jack shit when he tells Sho to trick everyone into thinking the MC is useless (wait, is that gaslighting? am I finally seeing the light??)

11: Excessive Control over Finances

LEO MAKES SHO PAY FOR EVERYTHING, and they make money by a) Leo's social media presence and b) scamming old dudes. Leo absolutely has more money than Sho, and still looks at Sho expecting him to buy him a better motorcycle helmet, makes Sho pay for his starbucks drink (I bet Leo is ALWAYS forgetting his wallet, bitch).

12: Continuous criticism of your close ones

Hah, anyone Sho gets close to gets a talking to from Leo. Leo puts down both parties, trying to push people away from Sho, and trying to push Sho away from everyone else and into his open arms

13: Excessive need for attention

Like I mentioned before, Leo can't stand Sho paying attention to anyone other than him

14: Emotional blackmail

I don't know what Leo has over Sho, but at this point I can't believe Sho is still hanging with Leo, unless the latter has some kind of blackmail over him (and with Leo's need to know everything and dig out peoples darkest secrets, it's pretty possible)

Okay, I think you guys get the gist, LEO IS SHO'S TOXIC BOYFRIEND

and I rest my case >:(

#leo kurosagi #tokyo debunkers #shohei haizono #toxic boyfriend #theory

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wylanlupin · 5 months ago

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wolfstar one shot famous au - 2000 words

famous au, wolfstar singers, genderfluid sirius black, sirius black uses she/her and they/them pronouns, inspired by a Louis Tomlinson song

She Is Beauty We Are World Class

“F_ck!”

With a loud sigh, Remus flops down on the couch next to Sirius. She looks up from her phone, where she was just reading an email from her manager.

“What’s going on?” They ask and turn their body fully towards Remus. “Benjy‘s in the hospital.”

Benjy is Remus’ lead guitarist and a very important member of his band, which has one of their biggest concerts in about seven hours.

“Oh sht.” She agrees with her best friend and studies his face. The taller man chews stressed on his lips and his amber eyes flicker through the room.

“And what now?”

Sirius knows how much this concert means to Remus and his band. It’s the first time they sold out The Madison Square Garden.

“Minerva’s thinking about cancelling if we can’t find a guitarist who can play all our songs in the next two hours.” He squints his eyes shut and holds his scarred face in his hands.

Sirius watches her best friend as he drives his long fingers through his golden curls and forgets what they were talking about. She shakes her head and leans back and crosses her arms over their chest.

“I can play guitar.” Of course she can, Sirius is also a singer. Remus should know this, they met in university where they studied music.

They even collaborated more than once and she was there when Remus, Benjy, James and Emmeline made their first studio album and is helping them with their second.

The both of them couldn’t be more different when it comes to music, but somehow it always works out in the end. Soon after Sirius had their big breakthrough, she bought a house and her best friends moved in.

That includes Remus, James (Sirius’ best friend, brother and Remus’ drummer), Lily (James’ girlfriend) and Marlene.

But only a few months later, did Marlene’s girlfriend Mary move in with them. Mary has created most of Sirius’ stage outfits ever since. Marlene became Sirius’ producer after she co-produced Remus’ first album.

Remus is a songwriter. His songs are lyrics first and everything after. Emmeline and her husband Benjy joined their band already in university and the four of them work perfectly together.

Where Remus goes more into alternative and indie rock, Sirius is all more r&b and pop with a little jazz and a touch hip hop there and then.

Remus’ art are his songs and lyrics and Sirius’ art is themselves and how she presents them.

“Yeah, but even you can’t learn our setlist on the guitar in-“ he looks at his watch, “in six hours and twenty-five minutes.”

“Moonbeam, I know all your songs by heart. You know that.” She smiles softly at him. “I even covered some.”

Remus scans her face as if he didn’t know this information and it’s a lot to take in. Well, Sirius thought Remus just ignored her obsession with his music. It can’t be that he didn’t notice it. “I even came up with a lot of melodies from that album.”

Their voice is quieter, almost ashamed to admit how much she knows about the songs. Better not mention that she knows even the unreleased ones by heart.

At that moment Remus’ phone starts to vibrate, but he is too stunt to do something, so Sirius just takes it and answers the call.

“Hello, here is Sirius.”

“Oh, hello, Sirius.” Minerva’s voice comes through the speakers. “Can I please speak to Remus? It looks like we have to cancel tonight’s show. Some fans are already there so better get the message out as quickly as possible.”

“No,” she just decides. “We found a guitarist.”

There is silence on the other side for a few seconds and Remus' eyes widen even wider. “Me!”

“Oh,” comes Minnie’s response and Remus’ brain seems to stop working as he just opens and closes his mouth repeatedly like a fish but nothing comes out.

——————

A loud laugh comes from James, the second Sirius finishes her explanation. Lily just chuckles next to him and even Emmeline looks surprised by the news.

“Well, welcome to the team!”

Mary is styling her as always and is a little annoyed at the short notice. While getting ready, Emmeline and James go through their setlist with Sirius and they practise every second they have till the concert.

Remus didn’t say much since they arrived at the location. Sirius just sees him whispering to James or Lily sometimes.

“What’s going on with Remus?” They ask Emmeline, as she puts on her makeup as well. “He is always more quiet when he knows you’re in the audience and now you’re on stage with him, can’t imagine how nervous he is.”

She smiles at Sirius before focusing back on the mirror and the colours on her eyelids. She keeps her eyes on Emmeline for a few more seconds before Mary orders her to get changed.

“Wow!” Sirius exclaims when she looks in the body length mirror. “Mary! This is so beautiful.”

Mary dressed her in more clothes than she ever went on stage with, but it’s beautiful. It’s a dark green, two piece dress, with her stomach naked. Her shoulders and arms are free from fabric, and only her front is covered and wrapped around her neck. The lower part reaches down to her ankles and is more layered, but has a slit so that her long legs can be seen from time to time.

“I know, I know, my girlfriend’s the best. You should be on stage for the sound check, Black.” McKinnon’s voice comes from the door and Sirius doesn’t spare them a look and just flies to room before Marlene can show her girlfriend what an amazing person Mary is.

Emmeline and James are talking with someone from the staff and Remus is going over his sound check with Frank.

It's at that moment that Sirius realises they don’t know where Benjy’s guitar is, so she walks towards Remus. Frank sees her coming before Remus does and excuses him.

Remus looks up with a confused expression but smiles the second he sees her. “Where is Benjy’s guitar?”

The taller man just frowns and takes off his headphones and hangs them over his shoulder. “Hm?”

As Sirius opens their mouth to repeat her question, Remus’ amber eyes fall on her lips and take her breath away.

“W-where is Benjy’s guitar?” She asks in a low voice that Remus shouldn’t be able to hear with all the sounds around them.

“Oh! Em has it.”

He turns back to Frank and puts the headphones back over his ears and it’s just then that Sirius remembers that Remus was reading her lips.

Remus has a hearing loss and without his hearing aids he understands as good as nothing.

Well, that was a little embarrassing but whatever.

——————

The pre show ritual is completely different from what Sirius knows from their own performances. But everyone makes sure to include them as best as possible.

Remus’ fans are completely losing it, once they realise that it’s Sirius on the stage. They are often seen together in public, sometimes just in the park and sometimes together on the red carpet. They also often visit the others' shows, if their schedules allow it.

Sirius has the best time on stage. The music flows through her body and the crowd is absolutely amazing. They scream the songs from the top of their lungs and dance when the songs are a bit upbeat.

Remus is completely different once he sets a foot on stage. It’s like the lights are just shining for him and he’s glowing in the screams of his fans.

She couldn’t be more proud of her best friend and to be on stage with them is an absolute honour.

“So,” Remus says into his microphone and everyone’s attention is just on him. “We only have one song left.”

The crowd goes wild at that again and Sirius understands it so well, she also doesn’t want this to end. “You’ve been the best crowd we ever had! Thank you so so much for coming!”

He takes a deep breath and lets his eyes wander over the crowd, even though they can only see the first few rows. “And also a big thank you to Sirius Black to take over on such short notice!”

If it’s even possible, the crowd grows louder at that. “You all have been singing so loud all night and dancing and some even crying and I can’t thank y’all enough for the passion you all put into our concert.

Everyone on stage loves you so so much! And I ask you just for the last time tonight, to sing as loud as you possibly can! Let it all out!”

This song is always their closing song on that tour, so everyone knows what’s coming. James and Sirius already start the song instrumental.

“Thank y’all so so much for coming! Give it up for the last time for my amazing band!”

Remus screams over the crowd and music.

“James on the drums and Emmeline and Sirius on the guitar! My name’s Remus Lupin and-”

Sirius didn’t know it’s possible, but the crowd actually doubled up. “This is ‘She Is Beauty We Are World Class’!”

Everyone on stage gives their all for that last song. The whole stadium is lit up in rainbow lights, Emmeline and Sirius are dancing over the stage and James plays the drums as if his life depends on it.

Remus always has a special stage presence and absorbs everyone’s attention. Although he is not moving that much and sometimes even sitting for a few songs. He walks around the stage in a few songs but he’s never a great dancer.

But today, the second they start the song, Remus starts walking around. He interacts with his fans while singing. He walks back and forth to wave at everyone and then the chorus hits.

He starts to jump up and down and even dances around a bit. He turns in circles, with the biggest smile Sirius has ever seen on her best friend’s face.

She knows the song and she has seen it performed before but she wasn’t informed about any changes. Suddenly Sirius finds herself being the spotlight.

“Surrounded by light, surrounded by light

Surrounded by light, surrounded by light

Surrounded, surrounded, surrounded, surrounded by“

Remus sings while only having eyes for her. Thankfully she doesn’t forget to play the guitar in their hands. The crowd grows louder and she hears them screaming for her.

Remus comes over to her and it feels like everything else just disappears around them.

“She is beauty

And we are world-class (Oh)

Forever

We let the feeling last“

He sings it to her face as if he would confess something and her heart beats so fast and the beaming smile on her face gets even bigger.

Somehow they end the performance and Remus embraces her in a crushing hug.

—————

“That was unbelievable!” She exclaims once they’re backstage. Remus still has an arm slung over her shoulders. “Can we talk?”

She makes a sound in agreement and they disappear into Remus’ room. “Thank you for doing it.” The singer says into her neck and squeezes her even tighter.

“You’re very welcome, my love.”

They break apart so they can look into each other’s eyes but not too far, so the hug breaks. Remus swallows visibly. “I-“

“The last song is about me, innit?” A grin sneaks onto her lips. The taller man nods shyly and hides his face back into her neck. “Like almost all of them.”

It’s only a small whisper, but Sirius understands him perfectly. “Remus?”

He lifts his head and his amber eyes are looking into their grey once with such an intensity, it knocks all air out of their lungs.

And without thinking about it any longer, she leans up and intertwines their lips. The kiss is everything she dreamed about and more.

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Oɴᴇ Mᴏʀᴇ Pᴀʀᴛʏ (Jᴀᴠɪ Gᴜᴛɪᴇʀʀᴇᴢ)

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Javi Gutierrez × Male/GN Reader.

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 7 k.

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: He was an angel. First, he saved you from being robbed, then he invited you to his party, then... You were sure no one had ever treated you like he did. And you were falling so bad for him.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: teeth rotting fluff, awkwardness, playful flirting, mentions of alcohol, reader is sick and tired of work, javi being a sweetheart as always, allusion to smut, slightly suggestive, allusion to reader being top and javi bottom, swearing, no physical descriptions of reader, no use of Y/N. (lmk if i missed any).

𝔸/ℕ: (gddmn never written something this long) this sht got me giggling my feet into the bed somebody stop me bc next one is gonna be pretty angsty HAHAHAHA IM SO SORRY IM SO EVIL. ahem, anyway, enjoy the fluffiness while you can ehehe. hope you like it <3

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

It had been a terrible idea. And you knew it since the beginning but you decided it didn't matter, since you just wanted to vent a little.

You'd had the worst week ever. You just didn't know how to deal with all your shit anymore, and hell, you needed a rest. From your surroundings, from your life, from the world, from everything.

So you decided to be away from home for a while at night, go back a little later than usual to clean your mind and take some fresh air. You turned your phone off, got lost outside the city, walked through the beach for a couple hours, had a drink or two...

Man, you needed it.

Ready to go back home a while after midnight, you took a different path instead of the one you use to go home. Your feet hurt and your head was spinning but you hadn't had so much fun in a long time. You found yourself walking alone in a road you didn't know, with not one single building. Just trees, grass and walls not too far away from the coast. You didn't even think you'd been there before, but honestly, you didn't care. You just kept walking, hoping to find a cutshort that would take you home sooner or later.

You weren't that lucky, though.

You had been walking for a while when you started feeling weird, as if someone was watching you, or following you. Then you heard steps behind you. Slow, careful, almost silent steps, and luckily a little far from you. That gave you some time to think, not stopping walking, and then go faster. The steps caught up speed almost immediately. You thought of running, but you refrained, thinking it would only make things worse for you. And you weren't going to die on your day off.

For the first time in all the while you had been walking, you saw a building. It looked like a house —a really big one—, and there were lights of all colors and music bustling out of it. Your heart almost jumped out of your chest at the relief. You just hoped that whoever was inside would hear you having trouble outside.

Right before you could reach the door, the guy behind you ran up to you and kept you from going any farther. He had a knife in one hand, and the other one was extended out to you.

"You know how this goes", he talked. "Money, watch, everything of value you have", his moved his fingers as a sign to give him what you had.

"Look, man, it's been a long day, I don't have anything on me", you tried to convince him.

"Bullshit", he approached you, grabbing his knife more firmly. "I don't wanna kill you, but I will if you don't give me any other choice".

You shook your head no and put your hands up.

"I don't—".

"I said fucking—!".

"Hey, dude!".

Another man approached you and put an arm around you shoulders. You saw the robber put his knife down and into his pocket.

"Where were you? The party started long ago!", the other man pushed you towards the door of the building. Then, for a moment, he turned to the guy that was trying to rob you. "Are you with him? Maybe you want to come inside and enjoy the party with us".

"No, I was going already", he started walking away.

Meanwhile, the man with you stayed at your side and kept pulling you with him into the house. He didn't take his eyes off the robber until he was out of sight.

"Phew, that was close", he turned to you. "Are you hurt?".

For the first time in the while he had been with you, you could see all his features with the light at his door. He had nice, short —though longer than the average— golden hair. The curls at his forehead and the nape of his neck were sticking to his skin because of the sweat. His clothes were stretching his body in all the right places and were just as fine as the rest of him.

Man, God had seen you in trouble and sent you a very angel.

"Yeah", you breathed out. "I mean, no. No, I'm not hurt".

"Good", he scanned your body anyway, seeming to look for any wounds. Then he smiled at you. "I'm glad you're okay. There are many of those around here in the coast rich area, but most of them are more bark than bite", he put a hand on your shoulder. "So, long day?".

Fuck, he had heard you.

"Yeah", you tried to shrug it off with a nervous chuckle. "Just a little too much work, I'm fine".

He chuckled back.

"Maybe you can stay for a while, actually enjoy the party and take a break from what's bothering you".

Damn, he was an angel.

"You really mean it?", you gave him another nervous laugh. "I don't wanna crush it down or something. I don't know anyone in there".

"Well, you know me", he grabbed your shoulder. "Come on, don't be shy. If you feel uncomfortable you just stay with me, but take a break", he looked at you. "Do we have a deal?".

You thought for a minute. His offer was indeed generous. And to be honest, you hadn't had enough with those drinks before. Maybe you needed that party as well. Why reject a little more of your day off when you had it served it on a silver platter?

"You know what? You're right. I do need the break".

The man smiled.

"Great!", he extended his hand out to you. "I'm Javi, by the way".

Damn, that accent got in your nerves.

"It's nice meeting you, Javi", you shook his hand.

"Come on in, I will get you into the party", not letting go of your hand, he guided you inside the house.

That place was fucking huge.

Most of the people were inside the pool, having a drink and chatting. They all looked like bigwigs, people with great wealth and too full of themselves. You couldn't really complain, you expected it from someone like Javi —he already gave off that vibe with the clothes he was wearing and the house he was in, but you didn't want to judge too soon. You tried not to, since this was not Javi, but his guests. Maybe he wasn't like that. No, you were sure, certain, that he wasn't like that. He'd been too nice to you to be an asshole.

"And this is Gabriela", Javi introduced you to a woman at last. She looked nice as well. "She runs the agricultural operations here".

"Nice to meet you, sir", she smiled at you and shook your hand.

"Sure", you smiled back, then approached her discretely. "You take care of him, eh? He's like a little fish in a shark tank", you whispered.

"Don't I know well", she rolled her eyes. She laughed an put a hand on your shoulder. "You're a good man. Thanks for worrying about him".

"Yeah, he kinda saved my life. It's the least I can do".

"What are you two gossiping about?", Javi laughed this time. "Gabriella, can you go check on the pool? I think I saw someone having trouble with the waiters".

"Damn it", she muttered. "It was nice to meet you", she turned to you one last time before running to the pool.

Javi approached you once more. He had a wide smile on his face and he looked beautiful with the colorful lights dancing on his skin. You took your time looking at him. He almost seemed younger than he did when he went to help you against the robber.

"So, enjoying yourself?", he looked at you this time.

"Yeah, it's a nice party", you grabbed your beer and leaned back on the counter, crossing your arms. "You usually do this stuff? Party all the time?", you took a sip.

"No, not really", Javi laughed. "I don't usually throw parties without a reason".

"And what's the reason of this one?".

He took a moment to answer.

"I don't know if you've seen those olive trees over there", he gesture towards the backyard of his house with his head. "I own more of them olive groves a couple miles from here. I run a little business and we found a new client", he smiled in excitement. That made you smile as well.

"That's nice", you tried to show him you were glad. "I'm proud of you", you stopped to think for a moment. "Did that sound weird?".

Javi laughed again.

"No, not at all", he bumped your shoulder. "Thank you".

"It's nothing", you leaned on your side to be closer to him. "Between you and me", you spoke softly so no one else could hear you; "I thought you were one of those rich assholes with a big shit ego".

"And I'm not?", he said sarcastically.

"Well, it's a bit soon to judge", you answered with sarcasm as well. "But nah, I don't think you are. I've been here for half an hour and no one's been half as nice as you were to me. Except Gabriela. She's also good", you winked at him. "Good thing you've kept her around, huh?", you looked at him with a mischievous smile.

"Oh no, don't do that", he chuckled nervously. "She and I are just friends".

That somehow gave you some sort of relief.

"You say whatever you want", you insisted nonetheless. "But I can see it in her eyes".

Javi shook his head no, but he laughed once more and didn't say anything else.

You stayed by his side for the rest of the night, enjoying the party and getting drunk with people that would probably forget you in a couple hours, but you didn't care. At this point, you let go of your prejudices since you just wanted to enjoy the night while you could and forget about your problems for as long as it lasted.

You woke up with no upper clothes and wrapped in satin sheets. It took you a couple minutes to realize where you were. You tried to get up, but the pulsing headache that appeared at the sudden movement sent you back to the bed.

"Oh, you're awake", Javi walked inside the room with a mug in his hands. He offered it to you. "I figured hangover would hit you hard so I made you some tea. It will help reduce the pain".

You grabbed the mug and immediately started drinking. Hell, he was even nicer than you had seen last night. He really was an angel.

"Thanks", your voice sounded deeper than usual, even after having just woken up. Javi was right —headache had hit you hard. "What happened last night?", you took another sip from the tea. "I reckon I drank too much, but...", you looked at him waiting for an answer.

"You're okay, don't worry", he smiled at you and sat on the bed beside you. "You're right, you drank too much. You fell asleep on the couch when people started leaving and I took you to this bed. I thought you would be more comfortable".

Fuck, he's so cute.

"Thanks, really. You didn't have to", you bumped his shoulder with your own, leaning on his side for a second too long.

"Of course I did, what kind of host would I be if I hadn't done it?".

Shit, you were liking this man way too much for your own good.

"You know, you've just proved I was right all along", you smirked. Javi looked at you in slight confusion. "You're not like all those rich assholes with big shit ego from yesterday night".

"Oh, right", he laughed when he remembered. "Fine, I'll give you that one", he got up from the bed. "If you want breakfast, the table is served for three".

Oh, right, Gabriela.

"Don't worry, I'll eat at my place", you smiled at him and got up as well, hanging the empty mug out for him. "I gotta go to work and we barely know each other, it wouldn't be right if I—".

"Nonsense", he grabbed both of your shoulders and started pushing you downstairs. "You're going to shut the fuck up, and you're going to accept my breakfast, and then I will drive you home".

"What? No no no, no way. You're bothering too mu—".

"What did I say about shutting...?", he waited for you to complete his sentence.

"I'm gonna shut the fuck up", you tried to hide your giggle, unsuccessfully.

"That's right", he snapped his fingers and pointed his index at you. You laughed again.

Just like Javi intended, you ate his breakfast without complaint. Gabriela ate with you as well, until she had to go and do her labor as head of agricultural operations, like Javi had said last night. He stayed with you until you were done, then gave you some clean clothes and offered his shower to you. You refused like you could, having a little trouble with Javi's stubbornness, but nothing you couldn't handle. Still, you accepted the clothes and got changed before he drove you home.

"Thanks for everything, Javi. Really", you got off the car.

"My pleasure", he smiled at you. "By the way", he took his phone and handed it to you. "I'm going to need your number", he looked at you with a light smirk. "You know, for the troubles you caused me", he joked. "And in case I throw another party soon", he gave you a sincere smile now. "It was nice having you around. It wouldn't have been the same without you".

You smiled back and typed your number on his phone, then have it back to him.

"Alright. I'll be waiting for you to text me. Do tell me if you throw more parties, though. I had fun last night", you winked at him. "I'll see you soon. And thanks again".

"It was nothing", he started the car again. "See you".

You watched as he drove away from you. As soon as you lost sight of him, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. A smile crept onto your lips involuntarily as you walked into your house. You didn't know what he had done to you, but you really couldn't wait to see Javi again, as soon as possible.

You weren't expecting him to text you then. Not in the middle of a work meeting, not too weeks after seeing each other for the first time. You took a look at the phone from the corner of your eye, but left it on the side. When the meeting was finally over, you opened his message.

'Hey, I'm having a party at my place tomorrow night, do you want to come?'.

You laughed at what he had texted. You had already been talking the past weeks, and he had invited you over to his house, but you had been too full of work to even go somewhere that wasn't from home to work and from work to home. Maybe a little more time resting wouldn't be that bad after all.

I deserve it, you thought.

So, you warned your coworkers you wouldn't be available on weekend and got ready to spend a hellish slow couple of days before going to Javi's party.

When Saturday night finally arrived, you hurried to his house with as much elegance as you could. You were aware that Javi's parties —or at least the last and first one you had gone to— weren't as formal as your clothes that night, but you wanted to cause a good impression on the rest of those rich fuckers, unlike last time.

You warned Javi you were at his door a couple minutes before you actually arrived. You wanted to make sure you'd make it there safe and without encountering any other robber like that last time.

"Hey!", he gave you a wide smile as soon as he saw you. He pulled you in for a hug, which surprised you —in a good way. Still, you returned it without wasting a second.

"Hey", you squeezed him tight, like he was doing, then pulled away and smiled back at him.

"What are you wearing?", he grabbed your shoulders and took a good look at you, scanning you upside down. "Wow, that is what I call a party outfit!", he laughed.

Well, you did cause a good impression on him.

"Thanks", you posed dramatically. "Wanted to impress these motherfuckers".

"You want to impress them?", he gave you a sarcastically surprised and hurt expression. "I thought you wanted to impress me!", he couldn't hold his laughter in this time.

Man, had you missed his laughs.

"Well, that too", you laughed as well. Your eyes shifted to the lights inside the mansion for a moment. "Am I too late?".

"Not too much. I call this being fashionably late".

"Oh, you got a name for everything?", you mocked at him.

"Not really, I just came up with that one", he chuckled again. "Come on, let's get inside".

Like the last time, you enjoyed the party staying by Javi's side most of the time. You weren't used to being between all the rich bigwigs yet, at least not the mean ones. So you stayed with the nicest of them, drinking a bit, sitting by the pool or the counter inside the mansion.

You made sure not to drink in excess this time so you get home on your own. You were still embarrassed by the fact that you had slept on one of Javi's bed and he'd had to take you home. So you tried to end the night as sober as possible.

When everyone started leaving, you waited with your friend inside one of the rooms. He claimed to be hiding from everyone's goodbyes and the crowd walking outside, and he liked to keep good company in the meantime.

"I think I should get going", you said after everything stayed silent. You got up, offering Javi your hand. "It was nice coming to your party again", you smiled at him.

"Why don't you stay for the night?", he grabbed your hand and got up as well, his touch lingering for a moment too long. "It's a bit late, it could be dangerous".

"Don't worry, I'll be fine", you started walking towards the door. "Call me when you're having another party, these are pretty fun".

Javi forced a smile.

"Of course!", he walked with you. "Let me accompany you to the door".

You let him, and he gave you one last hug before you left.

"Text me when you're home. I want to make sure you get there safe, not encounter any more robbers", he gave you a sincere smile.

Turns out he was even cuter than you thought.

"Sure", you couldn't help the blush that crept up your neck and to your cheeks and the stupid smile that came with it.

You walked to the nearest bus stop and got home safe and sound. You immediately texted Javi to let him know. He replied almost immediately as well.

'That's good! Thanks for coming tonight, you lit up the party'.

You blushed again. Damn, how the hell could he get in your nerves so easily with a smile message?

'My pleasure, I'll come over any time ;)', you replied.

Maybe the wink was a bit too much, you thought, though you didn't give it much more importance when he answered back.

'Maybe you can come one day that I'm not having a party. Those people are a little too noisy. I'm free next Friday, are you in?'.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Was he inviting you —not to a party, but to just spend time? With him? In his house? Just the two of you?

'You sure? I don't wanna be a burden, you should enjoy your day off'.

He took a while to reply, and he got you on the maddening verge of a happiness attack.

'That's right! I'm sure I will enjoy my day off better with you. You should come over!'.

You took in a deep breath and told you to get your shit together. It was happening, alright, but you only knew this man from one party. Well, two. How come that was happening to you?

I knew he was too cute, you thought.

You wanted to say yes so badly that you barely thought about it. You gave yourself an excuse, and of course you'd tell your work coworkers later. Little did you care about what they would say about you being too calm and not working much in the last weeks.

'Alright, I'm in. But don't you dare say I fucked up your day off', was your reply to his invitation.

'I won't', he promised. You swore you could feel his laugh through his text. 'See you next week'.

You smiled.

'See ya'.

Damn.

One week.

You had one week to mentally prepare yourself for what was to come.

You were going to be in Javi's house, alone with him, no party, and no one else around to bother you —well, except for Gabriela, but you didn't really worry much about her.

You hadn't wanted something that much in a long time.

There you were again. At his door, looking up at the front of his mansion, admiring the vines that climbed along the walls, breathing in the salty air blowing from the beach nearby, trying to spot him through one of the many windows.

Was this place so imposing before?

The door opened right in your face. You fell to the ground after the person behind it accidentally hit you.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!", Gabriela offered you her hand, which you took so she could help you stand up. "I thought you hadn't arrived yet and—!".

"Hey, it's okay. I didn't text Javi, it was my fault", you smiled at her. "It didn't hurt that much either. You can rest, soldier".

She laughed.

"Fine. I'm sorry anyway", she adjusted her bag on her shoulder. "I was going already, Javi is waiting for you".

"You're going? I thought you lived here".

"I do, but Javi told me he wanted the house clear tonight", she gave you a knowing smirk. "But I'm not going to clean it up when I come back, so try to leave the sheets clean when you're done".

"Oh my god!", you stuck out your tongue in faked disgust. You did want it to happen. "What's wrong with you?", you laughed. She did, too.

"Nothing. By now", she squinted her eyes, as if trying to warn you. "You break his heart and I'll tear yours out off your chest".

"What?!".

"I'm just kidding! Or not, who knows", she gave you a soft pat on the shoulder. "I hope I see you soon. Have fun!", she smiled at you one last time before walking away.

"Yeah... Thanks...", you said, more to yourself than to her.

You turned to look at the mansion again. There was one lit window. You smiled, figuring Javi would be preparing things —or himself— for when you arrived. You took out your phone and took a picture of it before sending it to him with a text.

'Already down here. Gabriela left the door open. Do I come in, or you gonna come receive like a gentleman?'.

'I'm sorry but I'm no gentleman, I'm just a rich asshole with a big shit ego', was his reply.

'Didn't I tell you I had changed my mind about it?'.

'You're right hahaha'.

You visualized his smile and laughter when you read that. It made you smile as well.

'Seriously, though. Can you be your own gentleman this time? I'm still preparing things. I have something planned for us'.

Your heart skipped a beat when dirty thoughts came to your mind. You scolded yourself for thinking about your friend like that, but you shook it off quickly with an excuse to blame him for it.

'Fine, rich asshole with a big shit ego', you smirked at your own message. 'Coming in right now'.

'Second floor, third door to the left'.

You walked into the mansion with a smile plastered on your lips. You couldn't hide your excitement for whatever it was he had planned for you. In a way, you did hope it was related to what Gabriela had referred to before. But deep, very deep inside you, buried by the thought that he was just your friend and you had met him a couple weeks before.

You climbed upstairs with your heart going as fast as a Ferrari. You didn't know what to expect from Javi —or the room itself— the moment you opened the door. To your pleasant surprise, you just found him setting plates and bowls with food on a small table in front of a big, comfortable-looking couch. Behind him, there was a huge TV with a peculiar selection of movies.

"Oh hi", he smiled wide at you when he saw you. He immediately walked up at you and hugged you like he had when you came to his second party —well, the second one for you. You involuntarily breathed in his essence. It had a little smell to those olive trees of his, and a bit of coffee and sea salt as well. Your eyes rolled back into your skull, also involuntarily. "How are you doing?".

"Better now. I hate working on Fridays. And now my coworkers hate me for not working this Friday", you pulled away. "But fuck them, Javi wants his fun on his day off".

"Sorry", his face scrunched in regret.

"No, don't worry. I need more of those days off anyway", you grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the couch with you. "And I got a feeling that you do, too".

"Yes, you're right", he yawned dramatically. "Owning olive groves is a terribly tiring job".

"You shut the fuck up!", you punched his shoulder. He let out a soft "ouch" as you gave him a disbelief wide-open mouth. "You could literally take every day off and you would still be doing millions!".

Javi shrugged with a smile and laughed at you.

"I guess I am a rich asshole with a big shit ego after all".

Your lips pressed into a straight line and you hit his arm again, then laughed with him.

"Anyway", you cleared your throat. "What did you say you had planned for us?", you looked at the screen in front of you. "Wait, aren't all those Nicolas Cage's movies?".

"Oh no, you caught me", he pretended to be disappointed, then he laughed again. "I'm his biggest fan".

"Oh cool! The guy I thought was a rich big mama's boy fucker is actually a freak!", you put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a smirk. "I'm proud of you".

"I don't know if I should feel good or weird", he leaned back on the couch, his face holding a worried expression.

"Coming from me, it's a compliment".

"Fine", he grabbed the remote. "Which of these do you want to watch?".

"We really have to watch Nicolas Cage?", you gave him an exasperated look. For a moment, his expression shifted and he looked like he had seen a ghost. Then you laughed. "Just kidding, I don't mind", you patted his back once. "It's your day off, you choose".

Javi smiled and immediately proceed to play the first Cage movie he saw.

You didn't say a word during it all, just eating the food Javi had set on the table and shifting positions on the couch every now and then. He was decent enough to pause the movie when you had to use the bathroom, and he treated you as nice as he had the previous times.

When the movie was finally over, you got up to stretch your legs. Javi stayed seated, looking at you with expectant eyes as you cracked your back and legs.

"Well...", he started talking. "I know it was a bit boring, I apologize".

"What? It wasn't! I had fun", you smiled back at him. "I needed an afternoon like this, just chilling".

"Really?", he looked amazed for a moment, then he cleared his throat. "Sure, I needed it, too", he chuckled. You also did. "I just... I know you just know me from a couple of parties, and that you think I'm the rich asshole with big shit ego to you", he laughed again. "But I didn't want you to only know that me. It's not the real me, and I don't want you to think it is. That is just the facade I show to all the real rich fuckers", he was looking at you with a serious expression. "I wanted you to know Javi for who he really is, not what he does for all the people around him".

Your stomach dropped.

That was the most stupid, cheesy, and the cutest thing anyone had ever said to you.

Wait, did that mean...? No, it couldn't have meant that.

Or maybe it did?

He wanted you, out of all the people —even with Gabriela living with him—, to know him how he really was, and not the version he showed to everyone else. He didn't want you, out of all the people, to think he was someone he wasn't —the him everyone else thought he was.

"I'm...", you started talking, even though you were almost speechless. "I'm glad you didn't want me to see you how others do", you finally said when you found the words. He smiled at you almost stupidly wide. "Thank you for letting me see you, and not the rich asshole with big shit ego everyone else sees".

Javi chuckled again.

"Fuck, you really hate the bigwigs, don't you?", he laughed along with you.

"I don't hate them", you shrugged. "I just don't like them at all".

You laughed for a while, filling the silence of the room, until it returned again. Javi looked at you with sparkling eyes, something you hadn't seen in him before in the time you'd known him. It made your heart jump and your stomach flutter with butterflies. You returned the smile with the exact same stupid wideness.

"Do you...", he started talking again, then cleared his throat again. "Do you want to stay for another movie?".

You almost couldn't hide your smile.

"It's getting a bit late", you looked through the window behind you. "Maybe I should go home. And I don't wanna be a burden—".

"Stay for the night", he got up and took a step closer to you. "You won't be a burden", he looked at you with pleading eyes. "You're not a burden to me".

For a moment, you pretended to fight your troubled thoughts. Then you couldn't help the smirk that played on your lips.

"Don't you dare give me shit tomorrow morning because I snore too loud", you dropped weight back on the couch.

"I won't, I promise", he gave you the widest, sweetest smile you had seen on him and sat beside you.

"You better keep that promise".

He pulled you in for a kiss as soon as he saw you were done talking. His hands, big and soft, grabbed your face as cautious as you had been touched, ever. His fingertips danced on your skin as a consequence of his nervousness —he tried to hide the way he was shaking, but he couldn't. His lips felt soft on yours, barely applying any pressure on you, barely gracing your skin. He didn't want you to feel violated, he was worried that you wouldn't want that and that you would react in a violent way.

All the overthinking made him pull away quickly after giving you a small peck. He kept his hands on your face for a moment too long as he stared into your eyes. When he paused to scan your features, he realized and pulled away immediately once again.

"Sorry", he whispered, his eyes shifting to your lips for a split second before going back to your eyes.

"For what?", you smiled.

He took a moment to process it all. Then he smiled back.

His hands went back to the sides of your face and he kissed you again, this time deeper, longer, more filled with passion. This time he showed you how he felt, told you the way his heart was beating faster because of you. But he didn't do it with words, he made it clear with the force yet softness of his kiss.

"I'm going to Italy", he pulled a bit away from you so he could speak.

"What?", you got on your knees on the couch and moved farther from him, looking into his eyes and all his face. Javi looked at you as if asking for forgiveness.

"Next week. Wednesday".

You huffed.

"For how long?", you leaned your side on the couch backrest.

"Two weeks".

You bit your tongue as you thought how were you supposed to react. You wanted to be mad at him, for waiting until now to tell you that. But then again, it wasn't like you were in a relationship or anything —or even that good friends.

"You. Are. Such. A fucker", you approached him and got on his lap, straddling him.

"What? Why?", he barely got the words out of his mouth, too focused on how you were moving over him.

"You invite me to your parties", you undid the first buttons of his shirt. "You act all cute and pretty, sticking to me like a little puppy and making me stick to you like one", you leaned down and started pressing soft kisses to his neck and clavicle. Javi sighed in pleasure. "And then you go to another fucking country and have me two weeks waiting for you", you pulled away. "It's not fair".

"It's a business thing", he managed to say. "I didn't even know it until yesterday".

"Oh, yesterday?", you leaned down, keeping short inches between his face and yours. "And still you waited until now to tell me", you bit his downer lip. "You're a bad boy...".

He gulped. Of course he knew what would happen next. Hell, he had been awaiting for that moment for weeks but he didn't even know how to react with you on top of him like that!

"It's not my fault", he gathered enough bravery to sit up and speak. "I didn't know. And I didn't have to tell you. You have only come to two of my parties, and I have to tell you that I'm going to Italy for work?", he smiled at you half sarcastically, half mockingly.

"Hm", you shrugged. "Touché", you pushed him back down onto the couch. "But you still owe me one thing".

Javi smirked.

"What is it?", he looked down at your lips. You fisted the neck of his shirt.

"A decent kiss".

"Was that last one not decent?".

You chuckled.

"Shut up", you pulled him in your direction and dived your tongue into his mouth.

You woke up with no clothes and wrapped in satin sheets. It took you a moment to remember everything that had happened the night before and where you were. You looked to your side, finding Javi with just as many clothes as you and snoring peacefully. Sleeping like that, he looked even cuter than he already was.

You wrapped your arms around him and kissed the back of his neck. You pulled him as close to you as possible, nuzzling his neck and breathing in his morning smell as your legs tangled with his. Javi groaned.

"Wha...?", he looked back with sleepy eyes. A hoarse giggle left his lips as soon as he saw you. "Good morning...", he pushed his butt back onto you. You hugged him by the hips and pulled him even closer.

"Good morning", you left a soft kiss on his jaw. He turned around to face you. "You look so cute when you sleep", your thumb swiped over his cheekbone.

"Well, you snore too loud".

"You!", you hit his shoulder softly. "You promised you wouldn't be mad at me for that!".

"Did I?", he opened one of his eyes, then shut it again. "I don't remember that conversation...".

"Oh, right", you left a small bite on the crook of his neck, next to the many he already had. Javi gasped quietly. "You interrupted me when I was telling you to keep your promise".

"Mmh... Did I?", he insisted. He laughed at your expression, filled with dissatisfaction. "Wait, I think I'm remembering something now...".

"You're such an idiot", you slapped his shoulder once again. He kept chuckling.

Your phone vibrating from the floor put you both out of your blissful state. You groaned, knowing what it meant.

You got up from the bed and bent down to grab your phone. Just as you thought, it was your alarm telling you to wake up.

"Shit", you threw your head back with a disappointed whine. "Gotta go to work".

"Don't worry. I will make you breakfast", he pulled the bedsheets off. As he was trying to get up, he had to grab the headboard to not fall. You immediately went to him and put an arm under his shoulders to help him steady himself.

"You okay?", you stared into his eyes, concerned.

"Yes", he smiled up at you. "My legs hurt a bit, that's all".

"Huh", you smirked. "Too rough for you, Mister Gutierrez?", you mocked him.

"Shut up. It was you who wasn't satisfied after three rounds", he tried to get back up on his own, but fell back into your arms.

"Oh, come on. Did you like it or not?", you looked at him with the same mischievous smirk. He didn't answer. "That's what I thought", you put him to sit back on the bed and grabbed his clothes from the floor, handing them to him. "I'll help you with breakfast. And I'm driving myself to work, don't you dare even think of you doing it".

Javi chuckled, taking his clothes and starting to put them on.

"Fine", he watched as you put on your own pants. "On one condition".

You helped him stand back again. Your eyes stayed glued to his, your lips inches away from the other's.

"What?", you whispered, your breath hot on Javi's face. He gave your lips a quick peck.

"You have to come back on Tuesday night", he smiled at you. "One more party before I go. Just the two of us".

You thought about it, moving your face from side to side.

"I guess I can pull a few strings", you giggled and kissed him back. "I'll be here".

"Good", he hugged you, almost tripping on his own feet. You grabbed his arms to help him back up. "Thank you".

You helped him with breakfast and everything he needed that morning —made him coffee, cooked some eggs and took care of him and his leg pain. You made sure to clean up your mess before Gabriela killed you for it, and you also cleaned the room Javi and you had used the previous evening to eat and watch that terrible Nicolas Cage movie he had chosen. You may or may have not stolen some clean clothes from him so you could change on your way to work, too —though he didn't seem to mind.

When it was time for you to say goodbye, you were the one to pull Javi in for the tightest hug you could give him, and the sweetest kiss any of you had ever given to someone else. He made you promise you'd be back there on Tuesday, and so you did.

Why does he look cuter every time I'm with him?, you thought as you looked into his eyes in the last goodbye.

Just like you had promised him, you were back in his house on Tuesday afternoon. You had fought with teeth and nails to be free from work that day —or the afternoon at the very least. You didn't come across Gabriela that time. Javi told you she was already gone when you arrived into his mansion.

He made sure you enjoyed each second of your time together that evening. You also had many endless "No, you choose" fights, but you managed to survive and spend one of the best afternoons you'd ever had. You both knew how much you would miss each other while Javi was away so you made the most of your time.

Fuck, it's gonna be just two weeks and I'm gonna be so miserable, you cursed yourself many times for being too attached to a man you had only seen four times in the last month. Part of you wished to stay this attached to him, hoping and praying that it wouldn't be just the emotion of the first times and then it would be just as boring as one of those arranged marriages.

Damn, had you fallen hard for this man.

You said your last goodbye on Wednesday early morning. This time, you let Javi drive you home before he headed to the airport. You went back to bed for a couple more hours before you had to go back to work. You knew Javi wouldn't be in touch for at least four hours until he got to Italy. Of course, you had told him to warn you when he arrived, and so he did.

You kept in touch with him all the time he was away. You called him every night and texted him when he wasn't working, wishing him luck on it all and telling him to stay safe. Both of you made clear how much you were waiting to see each other again when he got back to Majorca, many times.

And you really couldn't wait for him to come back.

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