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proofreading an email for 2 hours straight just on the off chance that sometime between the 14th and 15th rereading the text has magically been replaced with a bunch of slurs and images of dead animals or something that I somehow entirely missed before
#ocd............... my enermy........#''Well. the text didn't say 'i hope you explode and die you nasty piece of shit' the first 23 times I read it but... hrm... what if that's#what it says now?? I should read it really thoroughly again just to check. I wouldnt want to accidentally say that to someone..... okay.#nope. looks like the text is normal! yay! ......... or... well..... hmm.... what if it says 'i hope you explode and die you nasty piece of#shit' and I just missed it because I wasn't looking closely enough?? people make typos all the time. I should check again'' so on and so#forth lol...#Usually not always like. it depends on the thing. usually not just casual messages to friends or something#but If I'm sending a message to a doctor or branch of government or someone important#or for an art commission client or something I'm always just like... uh oh.. what if my question to my doctor somehow now#says that I'm going to beat them to death... that would be bad.. I should check again. Nope. okay. it's just a question about chronic#headaches.. UNLESS... it also secretly says I'm going to beat them to death. well I wouldnt want to say that to my doctor. let me check aga#in ... aaaHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
I feel that Kenji's affection will depend on a few factors such as his mood and the length of time he's been in a relationship with you. As for the first one: If he feels stressed from work or in a bad mood, he'll probably pull away and you'll be the one to initiate some affection to make him feel better, which works most of the time. If he's really upset about something, then it would be better to give him space but that almost never happens, you usually help him feel better. And the second one: Kenji would be very clingy. If your relationship is just starting, it's probably still a bit difficult for him to show his affection because he'd still feel very shy but as the months go by he'll become more confident. The more time has passed, the more confident he'll feel and then he won't be able to be around you without hugging you from behind, holding your hand or touching your hair. Also, lots of short kisses just because.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
He would be a very reliable friend, you can tell him anything that is happening to you and he will always listen to you and tell you what he thinks or give you advice if you ask him. Kenji is someone who would answer your messages almost immediately if he is not busy or call you on the phone to see how your day is going and stuff like that. He would be a very considerate friend and always remembers little details about you like your favorite genre of music, how long you have been at your new job or what time you usually go to sleep.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
He LOVES to cuddle. Most of the time he will be the big spoon but he also loves to feel you hug him from behind with your arms and legs and then roll over to lay his head on your chest. Something he often does is if he wakes up in the middle of the night and sees that you are a little far away from him in bed, he will simply grab you by the waist and pull you really close to him to hug you and wrap his legs around you.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
I think he's used to getting help with things and Mina's company could make him a little lazy sometimes but not too much, he still lives alone and must be a responsible adult for himself but if he decides to live with you then all the housework will be shared between the two of you and if there are things he's not very good at like cooking, he'll do his best to make you proud of him (always tell him how proud you are, he loves your little encouragements too much and secretly needs your approval to know that he's doing well).
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
He's someone with a high ego, so in front of people, interviews or similar things he won't even mention the subject, he'll say that everything is still fine with him and he'll only focus on baseball and himself. But what happens when he gets home? He won't stop reading all your messages because he secretly still saves your chat, it's inevitable for him to cry in frustration sometimes and if the breakup was his fault he'll blame himself every day. It would be hard for him to get over you and even though he doesn't have any friends, he wouldn't have anyone else to talk to about how he feels, and he usually keeps everything he feels to himself to avoid feeling or showing himself vulnerable.
F = Fiance(e)Â (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
I've thought that it's a subject that wouldn't be taken lightly at all, if he starts a relationship then it's because he knows the person so well that he even has intentions of getting married. He's not one for dating or casual encounters, he'll ask you to be his girlfriend after many months/years of friendship and knowing every little thing about you which makes him fall in love with you even more so when you're a formal couple he's already thought about marrying you one day and sometimes you both talk about it. He's not afraid of that kind of commitment so it depends on how everything goes during your relationship for him to ask you to marry him, it could take 8 months or 2 years you never know.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Heâs absolutely such a gentleman, we can even see in the movie how he considerately leaves money and pays the bill at the restaurant before running off to find Emi in the city even though itâs unforeseen. GOD! IS THERE ANYTHING THIS MAN DOESNâT DO RIGHT!? and heâll unconsciously do all that kind of cheesy stuff with you. Heâll open doors for you to go through before him, heâll pull out a chair for you to sit on, heâll make you walk on the safe side of the sidewalk while he stays on the curb, and a lot of forehead and hand kisses at random times when youâre in a public place and heâs reserved enough to kiss you on the lips.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
He doesn't like hugs. He likes YOUR hugs, that's the difference. He seems like someone who might get uncomfortable with a lot of physical contact but if it's you then he has no problem with it. He'll let you pull him into your arms whenever you want and stay still, he also loves to hug you from behind when you're doing something else.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
It won't be quick, maybe at first he'll feel a bit afraid to say it even though he really feels it because he's afraid it will be too quick but when he does it he won't think about it so much. He'll let you know and after that he'll feel calmer and he won't stop telling you every chance he gets.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when theyâre jealous?)
I don't see Kenji being a jealous or possessive boyfriend and since you love him so much you wouldn't do anything to make him jealous just to annoy him. If he does get jealous it would be because of people around you that seem to have intentions towards you or if some random guy sees you on the street, he'll hug you by the shoulders or put one of his hands right inside the back pocket of your jeans you know, little gestures to say "she's mine".
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
If he's tender, his kisses are usually short and soft but if he's more needy then he'll capture your whole mouth with his in an intense and needy way without letting go. He really likes to kiss your lips but if he can't do it for certain reasons then your cheek and forehead are still in his ranking, he loves to kiss your collarbones or stomach in more intimate moments. He likes you to kiss his lips of course but you always provoke a little tender laugh in him when you kiss the bridge of his nose or his cheeks in an unsuspecting way. He also feels how his chest jumps when you kiss the palm of his hand.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
He doesn't really like children, you can see the look on his face when Chiho interrupts the interview at the beginning of the movie BUT he doesn't dislike all children. He might smile sometimes when he sees a baby doing something cute on TikTok or on the street, well behaved children who don't cause trouble maybe that type is more tolerable for him. Sometimes he thinks about what it would be like if he had his own children with you, they would be very spoiled but he would raise them well.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
He is a busy man so most of the time he wakes up very early to exercise and train but when he has free time he takes advantage of every minute by your side. Our man hates mornings! So he is always very grateful when he can afford to sleep after 6:00 am and it is much better when you are asleep next to him and you are the first thing he sees when he wakes up.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
I think for some reason Kenji has a really high resistance to staying up late so if you're not sleepy either you two will probably just settle down on the couch or in bed to watch a few too many episodes of the series you started watching together or movies as well. When he's asleep his sleep isn't that heavy since he has to be alert for the kaiju alarm so if you get up to go to the bathroom, get a drink of water or whatever he'll wake up and ask you what happen. The good thing is that he can fall back asleep after that.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
He's a little distrustful, not because he doesn't trust you but because he's afraid of what you might think of him. Remember when Emi breaks her arm and his dad comes to help him? The first thing Kenji says is "I don't want you to scold me, judge me or criticize me" (Something like that) So our pookie is always aware of what the people important to him might think of him about the things he does. Not to mention that it's quite difficult for him to express his deepest feelings or thoughts because he thinks that being vulnerable is a bad thing and he shouldn't allow it but after a few months of your relationship have passed and you've decided to tell him private or personal things then that gives him confidence to try it too little by little. He's grateful that you've trusted him to open up emotionally so he wants to show you that you're just as important but I feel like he wouldn't do it in less than 1 month.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
He has no patience with himself, he wants everything to go well for him always but when it comes to you he is the calmest and most patient person in the world. Imagine that you are someone with zero knowledge of baseball, you have barely seen a few minutes of a game on TV and you never understand what the hell is going on. Then as someone more than an expert on the subject, he will sit down with you and explain everything in detail, looking for examples of a topic in which you are an expert to make you understand it better and so the next time you see one of his games you can talk better about the subject. It doesn't matter if it is something other than baseball that he has to teach you, he will do it with great pleasure and will never get irritated with you.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He remembers EVERYTHING. Your birthday, anniversary, first date, first kiss, first I love you. He has a good memory lol plus he schedules details like that in Mina so she reminds him days before if he has plans to buy you something nice. You never have to worry about him forgetting an important date in your relationship, he's always the first text on your phone to wish you a happy birthday (he texts you right at 12:00).
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
Maybe it could be his first kiss, you would be the first person he has kissed so being able to experience it with you makes it even more special. Sometimes that memory comes to his mind and makes him smile immediately involuntarily longing to be close to you as soon as he can.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Kenji is very protective of you, but not too much so that it's suffocating. As Ultraman, he must take care of all of Tokyo, but you will always be his priority, although he worries that despite being a superhero, his lack of experience in that area is not enough to keep you away from all dangers, which often distresses him. He will always be there for you, from a serious danger where he has to protect you as Ultraman to running towards you to comfort you after hearing you scream if there was a bug too close to you.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
We know that he is someone who is financially stable (too stable) so he never has limits when it comes to you. Sometimes you are at work and you receive flowers from him, just flowers, but they came from the most expensive store in all of Japan. Sometimes you point out something nice in the mall just because but he ends up buying it for you so now you take good care of what you look at because everything you touch ends up being a gift for you later and you don't want him to think that you are interested in his money. You have told him that he doesn't have to do it but he continues. The dates are regularly at 5 star restaurants, weekends at the beach or abroad or more private clubs, mostly so that you can know more new things that maybe you couldn't afford to do so often but a date at the movies or at the bowling alley at the mall is never frowned upon.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
He can be a bit obsessive about baseball sometimes, he cancelled a couple of dates to attend important practices or things like that, making you mad. You'd argue about it sometimes but he'd always try to make it up to you and apologize.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He looks like a fucking supermodel 24/7 who cares way too much about his grooming. It would be very hard for him to ever not smell like his usual perfume, even when he's sweaty after a game you can smell the manly scent of his deodorant. This man's bathroom is full of skincare products that he puts on his face every morning and every night before going to sleep, he has a sleek black jewelry box where he keeps his earrings, bracelets, chains and rings neatly and his closet is organized to perfection by areas where he always plans each of his outfits meticulously looking at himself in the mirror before going out after he's styled and brushed his bangs well. I can swear he has one of those little hair straighteners.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
I think Ken might suffer from abandonment syndrome thanks to his parents so yes, he is very emotionally dependent on you. Maybe he notices it, maybe he doesn't but there have been times where he doesn't feel well and would like to be with you for comfort but he can't because you are away at home and it is now night or because you are at work. He moves his leg repeatedly and tries to think of something else until he sees that you have gone out for your lunch break and he can call you.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He's the kind of boyfriend who loves to drop you off or pick you up from work/college and take you on his motorcycle. He puts his helmet on you and drives slightly faster so you hold on to him tighter. He also really likes it when he comes back from a fight with a kaiju and you're here, willing to offer to take care of him and give him a massage or help him relax and heal his wounds.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldnât like, either in general or in a partner?)
He doesn't like to kiss you on the lips in public or act too clingy with you in front of anyone else. First, because he thinks it's tacky or cheap and second, because he thinks it's something more intimate between you two and he feels judged if he did it and someone saw it.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
He takes a bath before bed, always. When he gets home he gets into that damn tub with ice and then takes a warm shower, does his skincare and puts on comfortable clothes to sleep. He usually looks at his phone until late until you tell him to go to sleep already. Since he is tired, it doesn't take him long to fall asleep so he turns around a few times in bed and falls asleep but it takes him too long to get up in the morning since that's when sleep and the warm feeling of waking up tangled up with you hits him the hardest.
#kenji x reader#kenjisato#ken sato#kenji sato x reader#ultraman ken#ultraman x reader#ultraman rising#ultraman netflix#ultraman
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ripped straight from the dms with @femalefemur (thank u cyn my beloved)
best friend!johnny mactavish x gender neutral!reader thoughts below...
tw: alcohol mention, pining like whoa, little bit of jealousy, johnny being a possessive little shit, allusions to off-screen sex, fluff, "bonnie" used as a pet name.
unedited and written straight into the drafts for a rush of adrenaline. intended to be gender neutral reader but i may have slipped up somewhere!
word count: 777 words
just thinking about how you and johnny are practically attached at the hip.
he's constantly over your place for takeaways and bad telly or he's dragging you out to clamber up some hill or through a national trust park "for the fresh air, bonnie!"
johnny sends you endless voice notes talking about his day, about the mischief he's gotten up to with kyle or how simon had run him ragged at the gym. in return you send him silly memes or links to tiktok trends and your own rambling voice notes complaining about how your favourite contestant had been eliminated from the silly reality show you'd been watching.
your camera roll is filled with shirtless sweaty gym pics from where they'd saved automatically from your messages. his camera roll is full of answering photos of you half awake and mugging for the camera from the comfort of your bed, your hair a mess and pillow creases on your face.
just thinking about how both of you are super tactile with each other. you mindlessly play with his hair when you're sat next to him at the pub, squished up on one side of the booth opposite simon and kyle. johnny slings his arm around your shoulders and watches the way you gesticulate as you bicker with simon. (neither of you notice kyle's glances between the two of you or catch the sneaky fist bump with simon as a wager is placed when you and johhny come back from the bar with a fresh round for everyone)
just thinking about how your stomach sinks a little bit and how your smile feels brittle every time johnny tells you he's met someone. it's a little bit harder than normal to enjoy johnny's presence when you have to share it with the woman he's seeing but you try anyway. you try not to be "that friend", you try to keep the anecdotes about past nights out or silly stories that only you and johnny know to a minimum. you pull away a little bit from all the usual casual touches you'd normally lean into, aware that her eyes are on you. and you don't want to ruin your friend's happiness with someone else, you really don't, even when you feel your lips twitch with a tiny involuntary frown when he kisses her in front of you.
i'm just thinking about how the people johnny date don't seem to stick around for long after they've met you. you ask him about it once when you're slumped together on your sofa, something lighthearted and daft playing on tv in the background. johnny just shrugs and says something about how they wanted different things (because there's no way he's telling you that his latest ex screamed in his face about how it was so fucking obvious that he was in love with you, even as he denied it and said that you were just good friends).
i'm thinking about what would happen if you started to see someone casually and johnny asks to meet them. how unlike you when you meet his dates, he seems to dial up the friendly touches. he dominates the conversation with stories that always end with "remember that, bonnie?" and a wicked grin. he even pulls up a video of him hitting a new personal record for his hip thrusts at the gym and mean mugs the shit out of your date as you watch the video and praise him for his hard work.
i'm thinking about how you'd pop to the bathroom at some point and by the time you come back your date is gone and johnny's shrugging it off like its no big deal. and yeah, you're a little bit disappointed but johnny comes back to your place with you and settles onto the sofa like he belongs there, leaning up against your side all solid and dependable and quintessentially johnny.
(and in the morning when you check your messages you're not surprised that your date has called it off with you, but you can't bring yourself to care as a thick forearm snakes around your waist and pulls you back against a warm naked body. the gravelly voice of your best friend johnny rumbling in your ear and peppering kisses down your neck...)
(the next time you and johnny meet up with simon and kyle for drinks at the pub, you walk in together hand in hand. simon silently holds out an open palm to kyle as kyle rifles through his wallet and complains that if you had just waited one more week he would've won the bet. bloody selfish of the pair of you.)
#pfh headcannons#oh look p's writing fluff who would've thought?#john soap mactavish x reader#john mactavish x reader#gender neutral reader#x reader fic#jm#thank you cyn! i send you hearts now đđđđ
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LOVE ME TOMORROW (aka Stay)
Part 2
modern!Aemond Targaryen x best friend!Reader
You always thought the benefits part only included sex, but with Aemond it also seems to include cuddling, life advice and breakfast.
WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENTâMINORS DNI; profanity, p in v, missionary, doggy style, choking, degrading, humiliating, unprotected sex, size kink, slight breeding kink, praise kink, rough sex, friends with benefits kinda turning into a relationship, fluff, teasing, jealous Aemond Targaryen, female Reader
WORDS: 3.5 k
NOTES: Used a prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting for this. Smut below the cut.
The thing between you and Aemond had been going on for roughly five months at this point. Was it even a thing? You both were hooking up with each other whenever you felt like it. Sometimes it was only one message a week exchanged between your two, other times it was seven. That usually depended on how busy you both were with college, or how badly one of you needed a distraction from it. And you always kept things casual.
But weirdly, some things had turned into habits you both did not bother to address.Â
Whenever Aemond and you hooked up at your place, he tended to stay a little longer than anticipated, like one-movie-and-two-rounds-of-fucking long. You always thought the benefits part of being friends with benefits only included sex, but with Aemond it also seemed to include cuddling and life advice.
Another weird habit was that the both of you never seemed to settle on just watching movies anymore, and instead did the most domestic things together. The movie was just to give you both some background noises, whilst you showed him some funny memes or he decided to rant about whatever pissed him off that day.Â
So, technically, your friends with benefits situationship was dangerously close to turning into a relationship.Â
But neither of you felt bold enough to bring the topic up, the fear of being rejected by the other one far too big. It was a high risk to take, considering you both enjoyed each otherâs company.Â
Those habits also were the main reason the blonde boy was currently laying in your bed with one arm crossed behind his head and his other snaking behind your neck with his hand anchored at your shoulder to keep your body comfortably nestled against his. His fingers were fidgeting with the fabric of the oversized t-shirt you wore. His t-shirt.Â
It was one of the evenings he complained about his older brother Aegon, listing all the things Aemond deemed were going wrong in Aegonâs life, whilst you drew lazy patterns on his naked torso, your index finger carefully following the sharp outlines of his abs. âAre you even listening?â The baritone of his voice cut in, catching your attention. âIâyeah⊠sure,â you stressed, tilting your head upwards to look at him with a concerned frown on your forehead. Â
You were flashing him your biggest puppy dog eyes as an attempt to convince him, but Aemond did not seem to buy your lies. âWhat is it?â With the way he sighed ever so slightly before asking the question, you were sure he was disappointed he had spent the past 15 minutes of his life telling you stuff you didnât even care about. And considering how quiet he was the first days and nights you had spent alongside each other, you couldnât even be mad at him. He trusted youâcoming out of his tough shell.
âItâs justâŠ,â you shifted next to him in order to sit up and be able to perfectly meet his eye. Your thumb and index finger pinched the bridge of your nose, and with a desperate sigh leaving your lips, it was sure the next words werenât leaving your mouth too easily, ââŠI met Jace at the frat party yesterday.âÂ
The clenching of Aemondâs jaw at the mere mention of your ex-boyfriend was perfectly visible, and a reaction you knew was coming. It always did whenever you mentioned him, even though you had only talked about him briefly before and only once your situationship with Aemond became a bit more serious, teetering on the edge of turning into a relationship.Â
Despite your sitting position, Aemond kept his hand on your shoulder, but it was short of being gentle and soft with his fingers slightly digging into your fleshâanother indicator that he was all but pleased about the mention of your ex. You werenât even sure why he acted that way whenever the topic came up, but you always blamed it on Aemond not wanting to talk about things that were threatening to deepen your relationship. Juxtaposing his urge to talk about his family issues, though.
âAnd what did he want?â He asked, stern eye fixed with yours.Â
Aemond was intense. In everything he did. And as of right now, it was the intensity of his gaze that had your composure crumbling, resulting in you fidgeting with your fingers in order to pull your thoughts away from him. You didnât notice your head bowing forwards in what one could capture as submission, too eager to please and succumb to his happiness.
âOh, yâyou knowâŠ,â you stammered, knowing that everything you said brought you even deeper down the rabbit hole.â ⊠he just asked if we could be friends again.â And those words alone had him snorting out, a sound you rarely heard from Aemond, and with him raising his eyebrows, you knew he expected you to keep talkingâto enlighten him. And you did just that, trying to mend his anger.Â
âI told him I wasnât sure and that I had to think about it⊠but he apologized and said he was sorry for how things ended between us.â This time it was Aemond pinching the bridge of his nose, followed by a loud sighing. Much to your own surprise, his reaction offended you, because he was in no position to judge you for the way you led your life.Â
âWhatâs this about? Why are you pissed now?â You hissed, crossing your arms in frustration.Â
âFuck, Y/N, youâre too naive if you think he just wants to be your friend,â he said, rubbing the palm of his hand over his face. The calmness in his voice was surprising but eerily calming, yet you knew when not to trust it, despite it helping to slow down your irritated heartbeat.Â
Of course, he was right, and deep down you knew it, but Jace still had you in a chokehold, even if you did not like to admit it. It wasnât because of how well your relationship with him went, because it just didnât. It was messy and short-lived with him treating you like an option, and in the six months youâd dated, he managed to do enough bullshit to fuck with your mind and permanently scar your soul.Â
That was the reason you kind of got involved with Aemond so quickly after the break-up. During your first hookups, you thought there were many similarities between him and Jace, and that somehow did the trick and lured you in. But over time, you came to the realization that Aemond was far from being a monster like the brunette, especially once he chose to let his guard down around you and show you the soft and gentle man that laid beneath the tough shell.
And that certainly convinced you to stay, that side of him granting you a whole lot of comfort and stability, something you had desperately craved.
Your mouth opened and closed, visibly fighting for anything to sayâbut then it dawned you.Â
âAemond Targaryen, are you fucking jealous of my ex?â You asked with raised eyebrows, biting the insides of your cheeks to stop the corners of your lips from quirking into a wide grin before continuing, âif thatâs meant to make me feel better about myself, itâs definitely not working, you imbecile.â A swift and gentle blow to his right shoulder had him scoffing, raising both his hands in defense and shifting to prop himself up against the headboard of your large bed.Â
âCome on, Y/N, donât spin it around like I am the bad guy right now,â he warned, though amusement was laced within his voice, âitâs just the truth. You never had anything good to say about that asshole. And where was he the past few months, mh? He just crawls out of his fucking hole and expects you to forgive him,â he certainly had a point. âIf youâre doing that, youâre way dumber than Iâve expected you to be.â That was harsh, and by the way he immediately reached for your wrist to pull you onto his lap with your head resting against his chest and his muscular arms wrapped around you, large hands splaying out over the entirety of your waist, you were sure he knew the effects of his words.
âListen,â his raspy voice rang out, and with your ear being pressed to his chest, you could hear the words rumbling within the depths of it. âIf you fall for that fucking asshole again, I will not be there to comfort you, when he does the same shit he did before.âÂ
You tried to wiggle your way out of Aemond's strong embrace to sit back upâoblivious to the position you already were inâbut to no avail. His arms kept you locked in place and you actually did not really bother.Â
âWhy do you even care, Aemond? Itâs not like weâre doing more than hooking up to fuck. You arenât even supposed to stay so much longer afterwards,â you huffed, words slightly muffled with your cheek against his chest. What you couldnât see in your position was the wide smirk that was plastered across his chiseled features, almost a bit cocky and devious.Â
âWell, do you want me to leave, baby?â The pet name was solely meant to tease you, obvious in the way he emphasized it with a squeeze of your flesh.
You huffed in annoyance at his question, and in an instant, Aemond had you both flipped over, so he was towering above you with your legs still wrapped around his waist and your hair splayed out over the pillow beneath your head.Â
âGod, I fucking hate you, Aem,â you groaned in despair. He knew just how difficult it was for you to resist his charm. And you enjoyed his company, so why would you want him to leave? Deep down you wanted him to stay even longer, perhaps even crashing at your place. Breakfast together didnât sound too bad after all.Â
His fingertips danced along the outsides of your exposed thighs, the hem of the shirt rucked up around your waist. And in that moment, you thanked the Seven you had been too lazy to put your panties back on after your last round of fucking, leaving you only in his oversized shirt and him in nothing more than a pair of black boxer briefs, which already were visibly strained in the front, the outline of his hard member visible. He clearly was enjoying the teasing.Â
âYou have a weird way of showing that, Y/N,â the blonde teased, and his lips found your neck, nippling on the skin and eliciting a groan to fall past your lipsâundetermined if it was out of annoyance because of his cockiness or sheer impatience.Â
Tilting your head to the side, you granted him more access to one of your most sensitive spots in the curve where your shoulder and neck met, moaning as he started to suck and nibble on it.Â
âJealousy seems to be a great motivator for you,â you taunted him, a high pitched moan leaving your lips as his teeth harshly dug into your flesh. You were not thinking about the consequences of his jealousy, and as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs to silence you, you couldnât stop yourself from rocking your pussy against his still clothed cock.Â
Now it was him moaning, sounding as delicious as ever.Â
Your fingers found the hem of his boxers, hooking beneath to pull on it, only to let it snap back against his skin. He sucked in a sharp breath and thrusted his length against your core.Â
âSuch a fucking tease,â his voice had dropped an octave, thick with arousal and sending a shiver straight down to the soles of your feet as it fanned over your neck. You desperately tried to push his underwear down and free his hard cock, so you could grab it and stroke it, but Aemond stopped your hand from trailing south. âAnd as impatient as always.â You couldnât see his face, but the smug grin on his lips was perfectly audible.Â
It was meant to make you unsure and shy, but you werenât afraid to admit your attraction towards him, âoh, you know thatâs the effect you have on me.â That seemed to please him, judging by the content âmhâ that rumbled in the depth of his chest.Â
One of his hands clasped around your throat, applying just a bit of pressure, before his lips were on yours in a searing kiss. His tongue was prying your lips apart, slipping past them to deepen the kiss even more, and drink down every whimper you made whenever he rutted his hips against yours, teasing your sensitive cunt.Â
With yourself still being a bit overstimulated from all the times he had taken you before, you couldnât stop yourself from squirming, his large hand landing on your thigh determined to keep you neatly locked in place and right where he wanted you.Â
You both pulled back to catch your breaths, and Aemond was quick to shimmy out of his boxers. You were right. He was rock hard, his heavy cock standing to full attention, bobbing with each movement, and the protruding vein running along the underside of it as prominent as ever. Your mouth watered at the thought of tracing it with your tongue like you always did when sucking him off, his heavy breathing and raspy groans echoing in the back of your head.Â
In an instant, Aemond was back between your parted legs, connecting your lips once again. His cock was captured between your bodies with his balls pressed to your cunt, covering them in your arousal. Every time he shifted his hips, he dragged the base of his cock along your clit, granting you bolts of pleasure that still werenât enough for you.Â
As he took in a deep breath, he rested his forehead against yours, but your whiney voice had him withdrawing to get a better look of you. âAem,â you begged, your eyes appearing glassy in the dim light of your room, âI need you⊠please.â It sounded far more desperate than intended, but he got the point.Â
His usually lilac eye was dark blown with lust, the beautiful color reduced to nothing else than a thin ring, and raked over your body. Despite wearing his shirt, you felt completely exposed to him. The intensity of his gaze always did that to you.Â
Aemond sat back on his haunches and grabbed his shaft, dragging it through your folds to gather some of your arousal and use it as lubricant, fisting himself despite already being rock hard. âYouâre soaked, Y/N,â he remarked, and even though he kept his head bowed downward to watch the movements of his own hand and a few strands of blonde hair covered his features, you could see the ghost of a smirk dancing along his lips. âAll this for me, huh? So eager to be fucked by me again. Youâre insatiable,â this elicited a whine from you, thighs and stomach clenching as you couldnât wait any longer.
He aligned the tip of his cock with your entrance and practically forced himself into you. You should have been used to his girth by now, and more to the painful stretch that followed along with him sliding in, but you werenât.Â
You both moaned in unison with your walls clenching tightly around himâengulfing himâuntil he completely bottomed out, his balls pressing flush against your soppy cunt. âSeems like me being jealous is quite the great motivator for you as well, mh?â his voice was strained, indicating how much he fought to restrain himself from recklessly pounding into youâat least for a few seconds to give you some time to adjust to his size.Â
You were filled to the brim with his thick cock, the sensation leaving you little space to form any coherent thoughts, hence your lack of reply. The blonde did not seem to care. âOh, sweetheart, I havenât even moved and youâre already drunk from my cock? A bit pathetic, donât you think?âÂ
âC-Can you move, now?â You half begged and half demanded, the crimson covering your cheeks had Aemond chuckling out.Â
But he complied immediately, thrusting his hips in and out of you at a rather languid pace. Each movement he made had his muscles flexing, a sheen of sweat covering his pale skin and highlighting them even more.Â
Your head tipped back into the pillows whenever the tip of his cock brushed your sweet spot, the familiar sensation of seeing stars pushing you into a kind of overdrive. âJustâjust like that,â you hiccuped between particularly harsh thrusts of him, spurring him on even more.Â
Aemondâs thrusts grew quicker and sharper with each passing second, coaxing little âuhâs and âohâsâ out of you, until he was all but pounding into you, the headboard of your bed repeatedly bumping against the wall of your bedroom in sync with his movements.
At some point, the sounds of skin slapping on skin and your moans and whines were the only sounds bouncing off the walls, turning the whole scene even more lewd than it already was.Â
When Aemond grabbed you to flip you onto your belly, you squealed in surprise but were shushed by him easing his cock back into you right away, resuming the merciless pace he had set up before.Â
âYou, fuck, take me so fucking well,â his raspy voice cooed, and by the way he shifted behind you, you knew he was watching the way his cock repeatedly disappeared into your tight cunt. The praise went straight to your head, having you biting your bottom lip in a sheepish manner, whimpering a âthank you.â It was the first time he praised you, and the tingling in the pit of your belly was enough confirmation for you to know you liked it.Â
His next movements caught you by surprise, being something he had never done before.Â
His large hand entangled into the tresses of your hair, wrapping it around its palm, and he used the grip to roughly pull you onto your knees with your back pressed flush against his sweaty chest. With one arm around your waist and his other coming from your hair to clasp around your throat to apply a good bit of pressure to it, he supported your small frame and kept you in place, keeping you steady so he was able to snap his hips into yours.Â
The new angle was immaculate, allowing him to pistone even deeper into you, impaling you on his cock as you were sure it was threatening to come out of your throat at any given moment. You tipped your head back against his shoulder, and Aemond turned his own to press his lips to your cheek in a sloppy kiss.
He was doing all the work, but you couldnât care less. It felt amazing. Your whole body was on fire, sending you into a frenzy. It was almost too much for you to remember the rules you both had set up at the start of your situationship, one of said rules being you asking for his permission to come. ââM close, Aem,â you whined, turning your head for him to kiss your lips instead, âcan Iâcan I come?â You felt your orgasm approaching you rather quickly, almost too quick for your liking, but lucky for you, Aemond was just as quick to reply.
âYes, go on, Y/N, cum for me,â he all but commanded you, âsoak my fucking cock.â And with that, the coil in your belly tightened and snapped, your walls convulsing around him.Â
Your release seemed to trigger his own, because shortly after, Aemond was spending himself inside of your quivering walls, painting them from the inside. His thrusts did not falter once, fucking his load so deep inside of you, youâd have been sure he got you pregnant if it wasnât for you being on birth control.Â
Only once both your aftershocks subsided, leaving you a panting mess, Aemond let go of you to let you settle in the cushions belly first, resulting in him pulling out of you. It was the cold air hitting his flaccid cock for him, and the sudden feeling of emptiness for you, but you both winced almost simultaneously, grimacing at the loss.Â
Aemond hesitated to move for a few seconds, too mesmerized watching how torrents of his seed slowly seeped out of your assaulted core, dribbling over your overstimulated clit down onto the sheets. He groaned, and if it wasnât for him being utterly fucked out, he wouldâve turned hard straight away again. Â
As he eventually fell down into the vacant spot next to you, his hand found your ass right away, roughly groping the flesh, whilst he leant over you to press a kiss to the crown of your head. âThat was fucking amazing.â
Your reply was muffled by the pillows, because obviously you needed a few seconds to regain your composure and come back to your senses. But his following question worked wonders to speed up the process, causing you to roll on your side and face him.Â
âWill you go on a date with me?â
The heat in your body returned, but it was more bearable than beforeâmostly spreading to your cheeks and neckâdespite his eye carefully watching your every move, gauging your reaction. Â
âOnly if you stay the night.â
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Ë°âą*ââ· REMUS LUPIN #73: "Are you flirting with me?" "Depends. Is it working?"
Remus Lupin was in agony. Not the type of agony he was accustomed to, like the pains of a full moon or the usual pressure of acing his exams. This was a new, entirely different agony: figuring out how to flirt with you.
It had all started when he confessed his crush on you to Sirius, James, and Peter, which led to an onslaught of unhelpful advice. Sirius was convinced that pickup lines were the way to go, James insisted that light teasing would do the trick, and Peterâs advice was to "just be yourself." Remus found himself highly skeptical of Peterâs guidance, mumbling, âJust be myself? What kind of garbage advice is that?â
So, there he was, awkwardly lurking around the corner where he knew you would be coming down the hall soon. He had decided to try Siriusâ suggestion, even though his heart pounded like it was threatening to escape his chest. He kept mentally repeating, Youâve got this. Youâre smooth. Youâre cool. You can do this. But his palms were already clammy, and he wasnât even facing you yet.
When you finally walked around the corner, Remusâ plan went immediately downhill. He tried to lean against the wall casually but instead slipped a bit and had to grab at his glasses to keep them from sliding off. But it was too late â his glasses were now adorably crooked, and he was slightly off-balance. He barely managed to pull himself together, clearing his throat to deliver what he thought would be a confident line.
âUh⊠are you from, uh, from heaven?â he stammered. "Because you, um, youâwell, you donât look like youâve fallen, but, er, maybe like you tripped into my heart?"
You raised an eyebrow, trying to hide your laughter. He was so obviously nervous, yet so endearingly genuine, that you couldnât help the smile spreading across your face.
"Remus," you chuckled, leaning in just a little, "are you flirting with me?"
Remusâ face turned an impressive shade of red, and he shifted uncomfortably, his gaze darting around as if searching for an escape route. He adjusted his crooked glasses, looking like he was about to combust from embarrassment. Finally, he gave you a lopsided, slightly panicked smile, mumbling, âDepends⊠Is it working?â
At that, you couldnât hold back your laughter, and the sound made Remus feel like he might actually survive this mortifying encounter. Your laughter was sweet, genuine, and somehow managed to make him feel as if heâd accomplished something.
âHonestly?â you grinned, giving him a playful nudge. âItâs the most charming thing Iâve seen all day.â
Remusâ face lit up with a shy, delighted smile, and he gave a soft laugh, finally relaxing a little. âSo⊠no more pickup lines, then?â
âMaybe just stick with being yourself,â you teased, making his heart skip a beat as you walked off, leaving him with a dreamy grin and the distinct realization that, maybe, Peterâs advice wasnât so garbage after all.
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you say the stupidest (sweetest) things
pairing: seungkwan x gn!reader rating: 16+ (for swearing) wc: 4.5k prompt: seungkwan + "things you said at 1am" summary: you say stupid shit on the best of days, so when seungkwan comes over when you're having a bad bout of insomnia, the last thing he expects to hear from you is an accidental love confession warnings: insomnia, mental health issues, dissociation mention tags: fluff, friends to lovers, first kiss, reader is a little unhinged but who isn't tbh, they're also highkey allergic to genuine expressions of love/affection but they're working on it, banter, stimming, wrestling like children to try and work through emotions, reader is some flavor of lgbt+ (they make an "i've never done anything straight in my life" joke), reader's pov is dramatic bc they're dramatic oops a/n: this is for @dokyeomin as a part of my emergency commissions (check out the post here) and this was only supposed to be 1k but it 100% got away from me... i hope you still enjoy the fluff and all of the attached nonsense <3
From: Y/n đȘ [11:47pm]
yo kwannie if i impulsively decide to go to the 24h convenience store how harshly do u think they'll jusdge me for buying every flavor of gummy candy available *judge i wanna see if i can melt them down into one Ultimate Gummy u know for Science
Seungkwan pauses brushing his teeth and stares down at your messages.
To be fair, it's probably not the strangest thing you've ever texted him. He's known you since your second year of college, after all, so he has about half a decade of experience with all of your various y/n-isms under his belt now.
Which is how he knows to trust his gut when it tells him that this probably isn't your usual brand of nonsense.
He spits the toothpaste into the sink and dials your number. You answer on the second ring.
âBefore you say anything,â you start, âI was only half-serious about the gummies thing. Like, it's a fun idea, you know? In theory. But in actuality? I do not want to deal with the mess that it would create. Or the smells. Well, the smells might actually be pretty good depending onââ
âUh-huh,â he interrupts dryly. âY/n, when's the last time you slept?â
The beat of silence that follows is enough to confirm his suspicions, and the hesitant âUmâ that follows is just the icing on the cake, really.
He sighs. âThe fact that you have to think about it says enough.â
âI donât need to think about it,â you argue petulantly. âI just⊠donât wanna tell you.â
âY/n...â he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose.
âLook, I know, I'm sorry.â And you do sound a little bit sorry, at least. âI'm just. Having an episode. Don't worry about it.â
His shoulders droop as the words sink in. âEpisodesâ are what you've taken to calling your intermittent bouts of serious insomnia.
Generally speaking, you sleep about as well as the average twenty-something with a caffeine addiction. But every few months or so, it's like your brain completely forgets how to shut off and you end up staying awake for 40+ hours straight.
âWell,â he says, putting his toothbrush away and going back to his bedroom. âYou know that ship has sailed, right? You know I'm gonna worry about it.â
Your deep sigh crackles over the line. âYeah, I know.â
âSo. Where're we at this time?â
He mentally braces himself. The two of you have done this enough times now that he knows that you know there's no point in trying to lie or beat around the bush.
âUhhhhhhh, I'll be hitting the 46-hour mark in about 20 minutes.â
âAish.â
The fact that you can say that so casually makes his heart hurt. He knows that whenever he doesn't get enough sleep, he makes sure everyone knows it and thus babies him accordingly. But you've always been so intent on hiding anything and everything you struggle with. It's taken years for him to bully himself past the walls you keep hidden behind shit-eating grins and an over-willingness to help.
âOkay,â he says, moving to the dresser to grab an extra set of clothes. âI'll be over in an hour.â
âWait. What?â
âYou heard me.â He tosses the clothes onto his bed before going to grab one of his duffle bags, firmly asserting, âYou've got an hour to mentally prepare yourself for my arrival.â
âHoney, you've got a big storm comin',â you quote at him without hesitating.
âYou sure do,â he assures with a snort. âBetter get ready to feel the wrath of my friendship.â
âWhy do you have to love so aggressively?â
He rolls his eyes while he throws his clothes into the duffle bag with one hand. âBecause it's the only way you'll accept it, idiot.â
âNo, it isn't.â
Your pout is so audible through the phone that Seungkwan has to stop and glance at the screen in disbelief.
âY/n. Y/n L/n. Do not stand there and lie to my face like that.â
âI'm not lying!â
âNotââ He gesticulates wildly with one hand like he's going Can you believe this shit? to an invisible TV audience. âOkay, tell me this: what did you do the last time I sincerely monologued at you about how much you mean to me as a friend, hmm? No bits, no bullshit, just me telling you how much I love you and how amazing you are.â
A beat. âI'll hang up on you, Kwannie, don't test me.â
He barely resists the urge to shove his face into the bedspread and scream. âYou're literally proving my point right now!â
âKwannieeee,â you whine, because you know he's right.
âAlso, because I'm never letting you live it down, I will remind you exactly what you did."
You say his name again, but it's muffled, and he assumes it's because you're hiding your face in shame.
âI gave you a sincere, heartfelt speech about how much your friendship has changed my life for the better and made me become a better personââ he ignores your wordless pterodactyl screech, ââand how do you respond? By staring at me like a deer caught in the headlights, slowly raising your arms to give me double finger guns, winking, and then slowly backing out of the room like an awkward mannequin!â
â...â
âWell?â He puts his free hand on his hip. âDo you have anything to say for yourself?â
â⊠Iâve changed a lot since then.â
Seungkwan rolls his eyes before moving to continue packing his overnight bag. âIt was literally three months ago.â
âYeah, and? Doesn't change the fact that I've changed,â you assert.
âInto even more of a nuisance? Yes, you're absolutely right.â He smiles when he hears you scoff playfully.
âListen here, Boo Seungkwan. You know that well-rested Y/n is ready to throw down with you at a moment's notice. What do you think sleep-deprived, zero-impulse-control Y/n is going to do the second you get to their front door?â
âStop referring to themself in the third person, hopefully,â he mutters, finally zipping up his bag and heading to the door. âAnd then after that, they're going to let me bully them into resting.â
âHmm. The council has heard your proposal, briefly pondered it, and deemed it âunnecessaryâ on the basis of: they're a bad bitch that can't be stopped by neither time nor physics nor any god of your choosing.â
Seungkwan scoffs as he puts the call on speaker and sits to put on his sneakers. âWell, âthe councilâ can go fuck right off.â
âWhat if the council would like to fuck right on?â
Pausing in the middle of tying his laces, he blinks down at his phone. âI'mâ what?â
âOkay, real talk, what do you think it would mean in this case? Like, would this be like a 'hop on' versus 'hop off' situation? Or more like an 'I'm down for this' versus 'I'm up for this' kinda situation? Because it would have very different outcomes depending.â
Seungkwan decides that this is a debate better left for another time. âI think it means that I'm going to be at your house soon and that if you're not in your pajamas with hot Sleepy Time tea and the series Planet Earth ready to go, there will be consequences.â
âBooooooo, you whore.â
He finishes tying his laces and jabs his finger at the phone. âConsequences, Y/n.â
âUgh, fine.â
âSee you soon, love you, bye.â He hangs up before you can get another word in, but doesn't move from his seated position in the entryway.
Slowly, he takes a deep breath in and lets it out, taking a moment to lean back on his hands while he stares at the back of his front door. Specifically, at the large collage of sticky notes and pictures and doodles that have taken up residence there.
A few of the notes are ones he's gotten from other members of your shared friend group over the years (the one from Chan that reads "if u eat my rice i'll eat ur kneecaps xoxo" hangs proudly in the center, right next to a picture of him sleeping that Seungkwan managed to capture from an extremely unflattering angle). But most of them are from you.
Dumb puns, meme references, bullshit animal facts you made up just to get him to laugh⊠almost all of them are stupid in that extremely charming way that only you somehow manage to pull off.
But the one he's staring at now is almost completely hidden by other notes and pictures that have been added to the collage. It's a pale blue, the ink starting to fade a bit with time â the first note you ever gave him, back when you two were just people who happened to sit next to each other in an astronomy class.
Even though most of it is hidden, he doesn't need to be able to see all the tiny words you crammed into the small space to already know exactly what it says.
how do u make a space party? u planet :P u looked sad today, hope this makes u feel a little better also if this is 2 forward feel free 2 pretend i don't exist. or punt me in2 the sun idk u'd be doing me a favor tbh
He'd almost skipped class that day because of how bad he'd been feeling, but he'd decided to try and push through. And before that day, neither of you had interacted with more than a polite greeting and the occasional question about the homework.
But then you'd passed him that note, and he'd passed one back that said âthat's dumb. but thank youâ with a smiley face, and you'd passed another one back that said âdo u think lizard people have ever been to space?â and the rest, they say, is history.
Seungkwan shakes his head with a sigh before standing up and grabbing his bag and his keys, striding determinedly out the door. He's got a best friend to take care of.
Seungkwan should be at your place soon, and you're not quite sure what to do in the meantime.
You have your laptop hooked up to the monitor in the living room with Planet Earth queued up, you have the kettle filled with water and ready to go on the stove, and you have mugs and teabags ready on the counter next to it.
The Required Tasksâąïž have been completed as much as possible without the arrival of your best friend, and now all that's left to do is wait.
Which, normally, you're not the worst at. You're excellent at entertaining yourself, actually, mostly because there's always something to think about. Whether it be about cute dogs that you've seen over the past week (I wonder if the pomeranian down the street will let me pet him next time), potential plot twists for the new fantasy drama you're a little bit obsessed with (what if Gregothy was cursed the whole time???), or generic ponderings of the human existence as a whole (do souls have the metaphysical equivalent of a fingerprint?), you're pretty much always thinking about something.
Which is totally fine and dandy and cool or whatever when you have the ability to, you know, shut it off. For example, when you need to do something simple and necessary like, oh I don't know, go the fuck to sleep.
You also hate when that manic mental energy somehow translates into kinetic energy as well. It makes you feel like a hamster in a cage, watching yourself running and running and running on that stupid wheel until you exhaust yourself.
Tonight's metaphorical wheel: stimming like wild in the kitchen. Flapping, rocking, (gently) slapping, making weird and fun mouth sounds, the whole shebang.
And again, normally stimming is fun. Stimming is great. But stimming because you feel like if you don't stop moving you're going to literally vibrate out of your skin is, to put it lightly, Not It.
It takes you about ten minutes to work out all of the energy until you no longer feel like your blood was replaced with pop rocks.
With a groan, you lower yourself to the kitchen floor and lay down face first. Because despite how exhausted you feel in every possible way, there's still something like an itch in your conscious, a fucking pea underneath the miles of mattresses that refuse to let you just. Fucking. Sleep.
Your pity party must've lasted longer than you realized (or, more likely, you dissociated for a hot second there) because suddenly someone's knocking at your door at the same time you get a text from Seungkwan.
And you know it's a text from Seungkwan specifically because you got Vernon to help you change your notification settings so that whenever Seungkwan texts you, the "i love you.. bitch" sound clip plays instead of a normal text tone.
For a fraction of a second, you contemplate slowly inching your way to the door like an uncoordinated caterpillar, but you swat the thought aside like youâre swatting a gnat and you awkwardly roll to your feet and make your way to your front door.
Without hesitating, you unlock the door, swinging it open with a flourish and sticking a finger right in Seungkwan's face before he can utter a single syllable, forcing him to cross his eyes.
You open your mouth wide like you're going to say something, pause for a moment, then tap your pointed finger to his nose with a quiet "boop."
He blinks, expression turning deadpan, and sighs. "I should have expected this, honestly."
âYep!â
You let him into your apartment, and he makes himself right at home, mildly bitching at you as he goes to get the tea ready, and something within you shifts.
The inside of your head is still a bit of a dumpster fire, unfortunately, but inside your chest... something clicks into place that you're not sure that you're ready to name. Whatever it is, though, it's soft and warm and kinda feels like your heart is being hugged.
Smiling to yourself, you follow him into the kitchen.
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It was pretty much straight to âbusinessâ after that, and it only takes Seungkwan one cup of tea and two episodes listening to David Attenborough's dulcet narrations for him to knock right out, leaning heavily against your shoulder on the couch.
Which means it's now the perfect time to sit there and Admire Your Broâąïž.
It's rare to see him so still, you think. He's an active guy, in pretty much every sense of the word, and you always feel a little honored when you get to be witness to his quiet, vulnerable moments like this one.
He looks so serene, face smoothed out and painted in soft twirling shades of blue from the screen of the monitor, though you can't see too much of it from this angle. Mostly you just see his cheeks and stupidly adorable button nose.
And you've seen the same thing a million times before â in all kinds of states and expressions â and despite how much you've tried to ignore it, each and every time you've caught yourself noticing just how cute Seungkwan is, it's caused that thing in your heart to scrunch up, full of the L-word feeling that you've kept unnamed for what feels like forever now.
Except, maybe that thing in your heart is tired of scrunching up. Maybe it's decided that it's tired of forever.
Maybe that thing has finally decided to burrow itself out of the walls you've built up because you find yourself finally allowing yourself to think, Holy shit, I think I'm in love with you.
You don't realize that Seungkwan has completely stilled against you, but you certainly notice when he suddenly throws himself forward so he can turn around and stare at you incredulously. Only he overshoots a little bit and ends up falling off the couch with a squawk and a dramatic flail.
"Oh my god, Kwannie are you okay?!"
He stares at you from where he fell, wide-eyed like you've grown a second head or like the time you'd tried to convince him that birds weren't real and actually just a government conspiracy.
"Amâ am I okay? No??"
Now it's your turn to move off of the couch, coming down to his level to see if maybe he hurt himself when he fell. "Fuck, okay, did you hit something? Do you need an icepack?"
Seungkwan being Not Okay is maybe one of the worst things that could ever happen in the entire universe and you're trying not to panic as you reach out to check for injuries.
"No, no, stopâ" he bats away at your hands and you stop in your motions, now kneeling in front of him. "I'm not hurt!"
Your brain does the cartoonish screech thing as it comes to a halt, and you furrow your brows. "But.. you just said you're not okay?"
"I'm not!" His eyes are still wide in shock, but he also looks confused and maybe a little bit like he's about to cry?
Oh no. If he cries and it's somehow your fault (because it has to somehow be your fault) you think the world might actually end.
"Okay, uh. I amâ confused,â you start, sure you must look as lost as you feel. âBut, um, what can I do to help?"
He swallows, and a part of you realizes that he's looking at you with an expression you've never seen before. "Did you mean it?"
Knowing that it's significant but not yet knowing why, you maintain eye contact. "Mean what?"
"What you just said."
You blink. "...that I'm confused?"
He shakes his head. "No, before that."
You have a hard time remembering what you just said when you're not sleep-deprived and worried you've just somehow accidentally caused irreparable emotional damage to your best friend. "Uh... when I asked if you were okay?"
"No, fuck," and it's a shock for some reason, hearing him cuss right now. You hear him say much worse things all the time, but you think it might be the way he said it â with a kind of desperate vulnerability that you're not sure you've ever heard from him before.
That thing in your chest twinges and you think maybe you're the one who's gonna start crying.
He says your name like a plea, and then he's on his knees right in front of where you're kneeling on the floor, reaching forward to cup your face in his palms. "You saidâ Y/n, you said "holy shit I think I'm in love with you.ââ
Oh.
You're pretty sure your heart falls right out of your ass and bounces across the rug, judging from the way it comes to a dead stop. You blink at him. Full of new and sinking kind of dread, you whisper, "...I said that out loud?"
He laughs, but it's tinged with incredulity and sounds a little too close to a sob for comfort. "Yes! You did!"
And wait, no, your heart is still stuck in your chest, because you can feel it start pounding against your ribcage in double, triple, quadruple time. He must see the fear in your expression, because suddenly his eyes are narrowed in a determined scowl and he growls, "Oh no you don't."
Then you find yourself going down with a yelp as Seungkwan octopuses himself around you, trapping you within the confines of his surprisingly strong arms and legs as he basically tackles you to the floor.
You try and wiggle away even as you know it's useless, and he grits, "Y/n dammit, answer my question."
"Why were you even awake?â You deflect, getting an arm free and trying to give him a wedgie. âYou were supposed to be asleep!"
"I was supposed to be asleep?!â He screeches, easily evading your reach and poking your ribs to get you to reflexively pull back your arm. âYou're the one who hasn't slept in literal days! And stop avoiding my question!"
"No!" He has you trapped once again, and you resort to licking his arm.
"Oh my god!"
He muffles his scream into your shoulder, long and frustrated, and then he just... goes limp. He loosens his hold and just lets his full body weight kinda crush the parts of you he's ended up lying on and just... lays there.
This is your chance, you know â to wiggle free and escape and run away from your feelings just like you always have.
But, for some reason, you don't â that scrunched-up thing in your chest holds you back. You stay there, lying beneath Seungkwan on the floor of your living room at one-something in the morning, and the two of you just breathe.
"It's okay, you know," he murmurs after a moment, so quiet you barely hear him over David Attenborough still narrating softly in the background. "If you didn't mean it. It's okay."
Holy shit, I think I'm in love with you.
And you realize how easy it would be to play it off, to blame it on the sleep deprivation, the way you blurted it out like that â to say (to lie) you meant it completely platonically, like the way you propose to Mingyu at least once a month when he cooks you all dinner.
And you also realize, quite shockingly, that despite how a part of you still desperately wants to run away, the larger part of you wants to stay. Doesn't want to run. Doesn't want to lie anymore.
You swallow heavily, briefly close your eyes, and take in a deep breath. "And if I did? Mean it?"
This time, you do notice when Seungkwan goes still. Slowly, he lifts his head so he can look you in the eyes.
When he doesn't say anything, just continues to look at you with an unreadable expression, you try to continue.
"Would youâ would thatâ would it be okay? If I meant it? When Iâ when I said that I'm in love with you? Isâ because um, like you said, it's okay if it's not, and uhâ"
Your nervous rambling comes to a stop when he once again cups your face, but it's gentler than before, closer to a caress. The whole time you'd been talking he'd been slowly sitting up, and now he's on his knees next to where you're still lying down on the floor, looking down at you like all the hope in the world is somewhere to be found in your expression.
"Y/n." he says your name like it's something precious, and you feel the absurd urge to burst into tears. "It would be very okay." His thumbs make gentle arcs across your cheeks. "And just to be clear: you mean it in a non-platonic sense, right?â He chews on his lip. âHopefully, in a very much romantic sense?"
Staring at him staring at you, eyes bright with hope and a little bit of wonder... you can only imagine you must be looking at him the same way. Your chest feels like it's full of helium but also like something warm and gooey is sloshing around in there. And all that hope and wonder and holy shit is this actually happening? is causing your tongue to stick to the roof of your mouth, and all you're able to get past your lips is a breathless, "Hopefully?"
"Oh my god," he groans in frustration, but it's light and airy and makes you think of amusement park rides and fairy lights and how you want to annoy the shit out of this man for the rest of his life, if he'll let you. He's shaking his head, smiling, beaming, and he asks, "Why can you never give me any kind of a straight answer, huh?"
"Because it's my life's purpose to be the bane of your existence until the day we die," you say, reaching up to hold his face too. "Also because I've never done anything straight ever in my life."
And then your body is moving before your brain can think it though, dragging him down until you can press your lips to his and finally, finally know what it's like to kiss Boo Seungkwan.
He makes a little noise of surprise, one that you can feel buzz against your lips before he melts into you. And oh, any thoughts you might have had are forcefully ejected from your brain because all you can focus on are his lips pressed to yours, the way they move slowly, gently, turning this chaste kiss into the most scorching experience of your life. His nose bumps against yours and the heat of his warm breath sends tingles throughout your body, and his hands, fuck, his hands are still holding you gently but also with a firmness that feels like he doesn't want to let you go.
And then he's pulling away, and you whine at him because this may be the cruelest thing he's ever done to you ever in your entire life. "Noooooo, why'd you stop?"
"Because, as much as I'd love to continue to make out with you on your floor while an old British man narrates about life on the Serengetiââ he mercifully ignores the way you choke on your spit at the way he talks about making out with you so nonchalantly "âit's past someone's bedtime."
Your mouth drops open in offended shock. Was he actually going to put you to bed like a child? Like you both hadn't just declared your romantic love for each other? "Are you fucking serious?"
He just stands up and crosses his arms, looking down at you with a single raised eyebrow. You take the part of you that finds it annoyingly attractive and promptly smother it, crossing your own arms from your position on the floor.
"I'm not a baby," you definitely don't pout.
"Hmmm...â And then the bastard fucking pouts at you. âBut you're my baby."
You blink at him.
"Welp, that was nice while it lasted,â you grunt, rolling to your feet, âbut I suddenly need to relocate to Antarctica and become a penguin herder.â
He pulls you into his arms with a laugh, and you let him, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder.
âYou know,â he starts after he's held you for a few moments. âThis isn't how I ever imagined how us confessing to each other would go.â
You snort.
âBut also,â he continues, âit feels very 'us' doesn't it?â
"Yeah,â you murmur, not bothering to lift your head from his shoulder.
âMmm, is someone finally sleepy?â he teases, starting to waddle you both towards your bedroom. âDid all the emotions finally wear you out?â
Instead of nodding, you lightly kick him in the shin and the sappy part of your brain that is currently in charge of everything thinks that his indignant squawk is one of your most favorite sounds.
The sappy part of your brain is right, of course, and when you wake up in your bed 15 hours later and accidentally smack him in the face, the urge to run is a little bit smaller than it was before. And the way he flushes bright red after you sleepily kiss him on the cheek is an image you're going to cherish until the day you die.
#svtsource#seungkwan fluff#seungkwan fic#seungkwan x y/n#seungkwan x you#seungkwan x reader#svt fluff#seventeen fluff#savv writes#savv fics#in my queue world
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Can you do something about drummer Abby and makeup artist reader?
Thank you, I love the ellie in an interview â€ïž
MAKE IT UP TO ME
Drummer! Abby x makeup artist! reader
Youâve always loved makeup, a lot. Your biggest dream was to become a professional makeup artist, and you were determined to. So when you finally got a job you felt like your life was solved.
But it wasnât, apparently if you donât work on your own thereâs always gonna be people that cause trouble in your life. You got fired because some jealous coworker which you didnât even get to know the name, said some shit about you.
And you thought it was all over because apparently no one hires people if they donât have enough experience. And you stood jobless for a while, until your best friend, Nora, helped you get a job.
And now youâre here, on your fifth concert, doing makeup to an apparently very famous band that pays you more than enough. Most of them would ask you for very extravagant makeups, especially the main singer of the band, so you had to take a while with each member due to the details.
So when it was time to get to the drummer you mostly ended alone with her, which you didnât mind at all because sheâs hot and really nice to talk to. Also itâs been pretty helpful because youâve get to be closer with the band as well that way.
âGosh peopleâs so loud todayâ you could hear the fans screaming outside. The place they were doing todayâs concert was pretty small, like a local theater kinda âyeah⊠weâve been getting a lot of support lately, hopefully soon weâll get to perform on bigger stagesâ Abbyâs eyes were closed as she spoke. You were doing a type of messy look, smudged eyeliner, some dark eyeshadow and a bit or mascara.
âYouâre planing on performing maybe in other states?â you grabbed the eyeliner and started to apply it on her eyes, smudging it with your finger âweâd like to, but it doesnât really depends on us. But if we do youâre definitely coming with usâ you couldnât help but smile, sheâs just being nice but when youâre almost on top of her, while she has her eyes closed and her voice sounds so pretty to you, what else is there to think?
âIâd love to, thanksâ you can see her smile widening a bit âyouâre ready abs, tell me if thereâs anything else you want to addâ you step aside, allowing the blonde to look at the mirror in front of her and check on her makeup âall goodâ she says, standing up from the chair. And you canât help but stare at her tall and strong figure which totally hides whenever she sits for you to do her makeup.
Sheâs wearing a black tank top and some gray military pants with a pair of black boots, and the contrast it does with her skin and hair as well as the makeup is killing you because how does she look hotter than any other day? However your thoughts get interrupted by her voice.
âYouâre free tomorrow? Iâd like to take you somewhereâ she says it so casual, as she puts on a baggy jacket, and you can only stare at her in shock âIâd take you out tonight but we got plans already and Iâd like to do something better than just getting drunk and talk about the show with youâ she finally turned around and it would be a total lie to say you donât look nervous because you can see her laughing a bit as she stares at you.
âYeah, justâŠ. send me a message tomorrow morningâ you said trying your best to sound as confident as her. she just nodded and walked out of the room. later that night when you were with the band as usual, celebrating another show, you two could only stare at each other. She always sat besides you, but that night she was touchier than usual and fuck you needed to see her again, alone.
Just as you woke up you checked on your phone and gladly, a message from Abby was the first thing you saw. She just remind you to not go out since you had plans with her. You two kept talking most of the morning, planing where to go and what to do. Finally you two decided to go to some quite fancy restaurant to have dinner.
And the day felt eternal, even though you had to work that day you could only overthink about the whole situation and the date you had later with Abby. And it was the same for her because as confident as she looks and acts in front of you she was almost dying yesterday when she first asked you to go out and you wouldnât answer, she was also overthinking, a lot, an repeating the scene in her head over and over.
Abby had offered to pick you up and drive you home as well because âitâs dangerous for you to be aloneâ so when night came and your phone vibrated you got shivers all over your body.
The date was way better than you expected, you feared it might be awkward but it was the total opposite. Maybe it helped the past weeks of pure tension between both or the fact that most of the time you were flirting with each other, but whatever it was it doesnât really matter as long as you get any chance with her.
Once she drive you home she ask you to stay just a bit more, so now youâre both outside your apartmentâs building, just sitting in the car, staring at each other in silence.
âCan I kiss you?â you see her eyes wandering over you as her hands cup your face, and suddenly youâre pressing your lips over hers for some seconds that feel eternal, until she pulls away.
âyouâre so fucking pretty you know that?â her hands are still on your face yet she moves them rapidly and turns her face to her window, to which you laugh âwhatâre you doing?âthe light from the outside reflects on her as she turns her face back to you âdoing what?â her eyes move to your lips once again âlook awayâ you reply.
âBecauseâ a nasal chuckle comes out of her and her smile wides a bit. her arm moves again to your face and as her fingers touch your lips you open your mouth slightly âI gotta go absâ as you speak her thumb goes slightly into your inner lips âwhy?â you notice how she furrows her eyebrows slightly and her eyes finally meet yours.
âItâs too late already and I have to work tomorrow, all dayâ a small chuckle comes out of your mouth âCome here thenâ she moves her arms to the back of your neck and pulls you again for another kiss.
âThanks for today, I swear Iâll make it up to youâ you grab your bag and open the door, looking at her one last time âyou better doâ.
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Depending on your point of view, coming across Billie Hargroveâs Instagram account was either the best or the worst thing to ever happen in Stevieâs life.
Stevie didnât even know that butches could have long hair but this one did. Granted in a douchey eighties mullet type of way. She also had a very pronounced six pack which she was not attempting to hide in any of her photos. Crystal blue eyes. A winning smile. Shit.
Billy, they/she, basketball stan and cringe Judith Butler supporter- 60% girl, 40% something else-meanest lesbian ever
Over the course of about three weeks, Stevie had looked over that profile at least six times a day. They were mesmeric and Stevie found herself wanting to be consumed. Sheâd never felt this way about a boy before. Not even Tommy Hagan who sheâd dated for over a year before they split. And Billy was in fucking L.A. Nothing was ever going to happen between them.
Still, she found herself sliding into their DMs just before going to get her hair done. Nothing too Iâll-stab-you-and-keep-your-body-in-the-basement but like casual. Maybe a little flirty. They didnât seem like they had a girlfriend.
What she ended up messaging was âhi Billie! You donât know me but I love your jeans where did you get them from âșïžâ
Smooth Stevie. Very smooth.
She couldnât even talk to her hairdresser during her hair appointment because she was so embarrassed by what sheâd done. A small part of her genuinely considered setting her phone on fire until she checked it again after her highlights were in.
Incredibly surprisingly to Stevie, Billie responded and not even that, responded very positively indeed.
It was all Hey pretty girl and smirking emojis and I got my jeans from this underground thrift store or whatever and Stevie didnât exactly take any of the information in because she was so incredibly flustered.
If she flattered herself, Stevie knew she was pretty. She knew she had big eyes and glossy hair and full lips which usually led to a line of guys queuing up for a shot. Billie wasnât like any of those frat guys she was used to or the pretentious hipsters sheâd dated later on in college. If there was chasing that was going to be done, Stevie was going to have to do it herself.
A gratifying squirm started in her gut the next day, when she realised that Billy had followed her back. Stevie may have been far too chickenshit to actually message her back but still. Progress was progress.
They danced around talking for a bit. Billie always liked her stories but there was never actually any flirting. Just a palpable tension. Something waiting to begin.
Stevie was not a patient woman. So she decided to push it forward a little.
Posting a thirst trap wasnât something Stevie had done since she was bored during lockdown but how hard could it be? It had to be like riding a bike or some shit. So she just uploaded a couple of pictures, no overthinking it.
After deleting about thirty different messages from guys, all of whom were being creeps in different ways, Stevie finally got to the message she hoped sheâd get from Billie. For all the anxiety leading up to it, the actual content was remarkably short.
Cute đđ
Robin picked up after the third ring. Judging by the time of her voice, Stevie had definitely woken her up from a nap. Whoops.
âWhat the fuck is it dingus?â Ouch.
Stevie tried to answer without sounding like an absolute moron.
âRobin how do you know if a lesbian is flirting with you?â
The long silence indicated to Stevie that sheâd absolutely sounded like a moron.
âWhat did she say dingus?â
Stevie told her then she hung up. Which seemed harsh.
Billie messaged again the following day. Again it was brief.
Sorry if I misread. Iâll leave you alone now.
Stevie had never scrambled to reply to a message as fast in her life. Begging Billie not to leave, she wasnât very good at this type of flirting but she wanted to try.
Billie seemed a lot less bummed after that. And much flirtier. Theyâd explained about their ocd, the constant fear of being creepy or a bad person stopping her from messaging Stevie more. But now that they were talking they could try. If Stevie wanted.
Stevie did want. She wanted very much.
And when finally visited Billy one person about five months later and they were doing dumb first date stuff, being in love, she thought that was a pretty good story to tell their grandkids about how theyâd met.
Embarrassing. But good.
@shieldofiron @dragonflylady77 @oopsiedaisiesbaby @thatgirlwithasquid @robthegoodfellow
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How do the boyos react to a breakup? :3c
Not... great.
I've answered this before, but it doesn't hurt to do it again, does it?
Sans: There's a split second, after she breaks the news, where he stares at her with no expression on his face. It looks lost, perhaps... blank? Totally unreadable. But to someone who knows him very well, like Papyrus, Sans just did his version of breaking down in hysterical tears and begging her not to leave him.
... Just like that, he defaults to what he always does when faced with a deep emotional wound- the mask comes back up. He doesn't even try to resist the breakup. He perfectly plays the part of the understanding, emotionally mature ex, he agrees that they 'just aren't compatible that way'. He doesn't ask how he can change, he doesn't try to come up with ways to make things work. He just rolls over. Of course he's happy to stay close friends. Of course she's still welcome at their place. Of course she should still come over for spaghetti and videogames on Friday evening. Anything to get her out the door as soon as possible.
He seems completely unaffected. They continue being friends... but part of him is now permanently closed off to her. He never gives casual touch, he doesn't text her jokes that made him think of her. Their texts become a repeating pattern of her longer messages, his simple 'ok đ' replies, then the little grey timestamp of several days passing. Outside of the usual Friday, he never asks to come over, he never invites her anywhere. Even if she can't read him, she'll definitely see how massively their dynamic has shifted- she'll realise just how important she used to be to him.
... And suddenly... she gets the sting of realisation that she'll never see that side of him again.
Red: It depends on how far they are into the relationship. If it's early, he does what Sans pretends to do- he cuts off the romance but remains completely chill with her. Her breaking up with him is the sign his hyper-vulnerable subconscious was looking for to pull his budding feelings for her right out by the roots; now he has the concrete proof he needed that he shouldn't invest his Soul into this. He remains an easygoing, casual friend who's eager to be one with benefits.
If it's later in the relationship... after a long time with one another... if flat out denial that she wants to break up doesn't work, he tries bargaining. He tries promising he'll change, promising everything under the sun in the hopes that she'll stay. He tries begging her not to go. His last-ditch is trying to explain that he loves her, and he doesn't know if he can love anyone else. He can't be alone after he thought he'd never be alone again.
... If all else fails, he pivots to his old friend anger. He thought they were going to be together forever, buy a house, have kids. He genuinely can't handle watching that all slip away from him. He feels like it's all his fault, he fumbled the love of his life; so now she never loved him, now she's a liar, now she's been planning this for months and dragging him along out of pity. Now she's probably cheating- anything he can get his hands on to make it make sense. Nothing can calm him down, not even her, he storms out and gets into vicious fights and spitefully watches the missed texts and calls rack up. He immediately falls back into old addictions- when Papyrus finds him two days later, the stench of whiskey is almost too much.
If we're looking for a silver lining here, it at least brings the brothers closer. Papyrus misses his sister, but he firmly takes Red's side (as he's done his whole life) and wants nothing to do with her anymore. It hurts to watch Red unravel again.
Skull: Skull's concept of a 'relationship' is slightly skewed. He doesn't really understand it, he never has... his mind doesn't work like that, and neither does his idea of love. If he loves her, he loves her, that's all there is to it. Because of that, ironically, there's a chance that Skull would take the breakup the best out of all of them, because to him love is just as sweet regardless of whether they can or can't kiss. He really doesn't care what label is on what they have- if he can still see her, still cuddle her and touch her hair, he doesn't mind. Romantic, platonic, sure, whatever sweetheart says. If she doesn't want to be romantic anymore that's fine. So long as she'll still hold his hand. So long as he can still turn to her when the nightmares are too loud; so long as he can still watch the corners of her eyes crinkle when she smiles.
... There won't, however, be any new lovers.
The thing about Skull is being with him comes with the unspoken agreement that there'll never be anyone else. He's completely attached to her; and now that the affection as gone as deep as it has, no matter what Mc says or how much they talk about it, the sight of anyone else being with her fills him with so much instinctive rage and hatred it just isn't safe. There will be blood.
She can break up with him, sure. That's fine. Whatever sweetheart wants.
But nobody will ever take his place.
#llamagines#angst#red and skull will fight to keep their spot- with varying degrees of success#sans wont#he immediately folds#it hurts so much more to fight and lose anyway#he's going to lose either way right?#might as well lose on his own terms
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Al Simmons With A Crush Includes:
Well, when he has a crush⊠he tends to pay attention to every little detail about you. He notices your smile, your laugh, the way you move, the way you speak. It doesn't matter if you're beautiful or not, if you have a good personality if you're kind to others. He can't take his eyes off of you. And he can get very talkative around you.
He thinks about every possible scenario of you together, and the things you would do if you were together. He fantasizes about all the places you could go and experience, all the things you could try and do. He often wonders if you're thinking the same things he is. He'll often find himself smiling for no reason when his mind wanders and you cross his thoughts.
He thinks about you constantly, every day. He looks for signs that you might be interested in him too. He tries to spend as much time with you as possible, but he's also nervous around them. He gets flustered easily and sometimes says dumb things when you're around. But if you have a good connection, he'll feel comfortable being himself around you.
He gets jealous when you pay attention to other people. He wants to be your number one priority. He wants to be the person you go to when you have problems or need support. He wants to be the one who makes you smile and brings light to your life.
He happily imagines doing things together, going on dates, and spending time together. He pictures you holding hands, kissing, and just enjoying each other's company. He thinks about your future together, your family, your dreams. He imagines what your wedding would be like. And he dreams about growing old together and spending the rest of your lives together in happiness and love.
He's probably a bit shy at first. He takes longer with his responses, or he hesitates before responding. He might stutter a bit, or stumble over his words. He tries to joke around with you and act casual, but it doesn't always come out that way. He might be awkward around you, and maybe even a little nervous. He wants to make a good impression, so he might try extra hard to be funny or charming. But that tends to backfire when he overthinks things.
Well, once he gets past the shyness⊠he'll act more like himself. He'll be more confident and relaxed, and his sense of humor will come out a bit more. He'll start to tease you, joke around with you, and show you that he cares. He might also be a little flirty, but only a little⊠he's not trying to come on too strong.
He might start to open up a little more slowly. He'll start talking about his past, his dreams, his goals, his vulnerabilities. He'll share the things that matter to him and the secrets that he's kept. He'll be honest with you, and he'll open his heart to you. He'll show you that he can be trusted and that he's not afraid to let his guard down around you.
The more he opens up to you, the more he'll start to depend on you. He'll start looking forward to seeing you, and he'll miss you when you're not around. He might start to crave your presence, and a text message from you would make him smile. He'll be happy just to be around you, even if you're not doing anything special. Every moment with you is special to him.
He usually likes to start with something small when he starts to flirtâlike a compliment or joke. Just to see how you react, and see if you reciprocate. If you do, then he'll start to flirt a little more directly. He'll compliment your appearance, make eye contact, or casually touch your arm. He might make suggestive jokes and see if you respond. Eventually, he'll probably just come right out and ask you out on a date or something.
Depending on the situation. He doesn't have a set timeframe in mind when it comes to asking you out. Just when he feels the time is right. It's usually a few weeks after you first meet or even longer. It's definitely going to depend on the individual and how quickly you develop a connectionâwhether you get along, and just vibe with each other. But I'd say, in general, about two to four weeks.
Dating after his marriage ended is definitely a bit different. He's more cautious, more selective, and slower to commit. He wants to make sure that he finds the right person for him before taking that step. In the past, he might have rushed into certain relationships just because he was lonely or felt like he needed someone. Now, he's more focused on quality over quantity.
What does he like about his crush? Well, first off, you're beautiful. He's drawn to your eyes, your smile, your laugh. But it's more than that. He loves your personality, your sense of humor, your compassion, and your kindness. You light up the room whenever you walk in. You make him feel happy and safe. He admires your intelligence and confidence. He feels like he can be himself around you.
He likes so many things about you, that it's hard to narrow down to just one. But if he had to pick one thing... he would say your smile. It absolutely lights up his world and makes his heart skip a beat every time he sees it. But, of course, there are the usual things tooâYour personality, the way they make him feel, your chemistry. All of those together make his crush irresistible.
His first thought was actually pretty basic. He noticed your beauty, but the more he got to know you, the more he started to realize that you had more than just looks. You had depth, intelligence, compassion, and strength. He found it extremely attractive.
He remembers seeing you from afar for the first time. You were going about your daily life, and something just... caught his eye. You instantly caught his attention. He was drawn to you, almost like you had a halo around you. He remembers feeling this instant sense of warmth and connection. For some reason, he just felt like he had to get to know you.
His first move would probably be to try and strike up a conversation with you. Start off with something casual, try to gauge your interest. He would probably compliment you on something⊠your hair, your eyes, your smile, something like that. And then he'd probably ask you something about yourself, try to get to know you even better. Maybe ask you out for a cup of coffee or something. But really, he'd just try to be as casual and friendly as possible while still showing you that he's interested.
Dating as a hellspawn has its... unique challenges, let's say. First, people tend to be a little... hesitant, when they find out. I mean, you're probably gonna be thinking, âWait... this guy's a demon? Does he have claws and spikes and eat souls for breakfast?â So, he has to work extra hard to come off as just a normal guy with normal interests, and not some terrifying otherworldly creature from Hell.
He's a bit of an old-fashioned guy, so he'd probably like to do something classic and simple for a first date. Maybe a walk in the park, or grabbing a cup of coffee. Just something low-key, where you can spend time together and talk. But if you were up for something more adventurous, like a hike in the woods or visiting a haunted house, he'd be game for that too. Really, anything where you can get to know each other is good by him.
Definitely wants to show you love. He's a very affectionate person, and he's a big fan of showing it. Especially if he's really starting to like someone, he'll be eager to express his affection towards you. He'd give you hugs, put his arm around you, hold your hand, and maybe give you a kiss at the end of the evening. But he'd wait until the end, so it doesn't come off as too forward or pushy.
âI may be a hellspawn, but underneath all this darkness and menace, the thing that's truly important to me is love. Love is the one thing that brings out my humanity. And I want to share that with you...â
#al simmons#al simmons x reader#al simmons x you#al simmons x yn#hellspawn#hellspawn x reader#hellspawn x you#hellspawn x yn#spawn x reader#spawn#spawn comics#yandere spawn#yandere hellspawn
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Silent Pursuit Chapter Seven
The following week, River orchestrated his interactions with the same meticulous care he applied to every facet of his plan. He had learnt enough about you to predict your routines, anticipate your moods, and weave himself seamlessly into the fabric of your day. Casual messagesânever too frequentâstruck the perfect balance of being attentive without overbearing. A stray text asking about your day or a quick joke referencing the TV show youâd watched together maintained the delicate connection.
His responses were always perfectly timed, a blend of warmth and humour designed to build rapport. River knew trust was a fragile thing, and he wasnât going to risk shattering it by moving too quickly.
When Friday rolled around, he sent a simple text:
Hey, how was your week? You still up for that raincheck? Dinnerâs on me this time.
The reply came quickly, a single word that made his pulse quicken:
Yes.
He chose a quiet, understated bistro. It was close enough to your flat to ensure you felt comfortable, but far enough from his usual haunts to avoid unwanted interruptions. Louisa had been particularly overbearing latelyâso much so that heâd caught her trying to clone his phone. Fortunately, that was the oldest trick in the book. Sheâd managed to clone his old device, so the most she would uncover was his penchant for takeaway and a few questionable websitesâbefore heâd met you, of course.
He arrived early, selecting a table by the window that offered a view of the softly lit street. Everything was planned, down to the bottle of wine heâd orderedâa favourite of yours- not your absolute favourite of course- he knew you favoured after listening carefully to an offhand comment weeks ago, he couldnât be too perfect.
When you walked in, his breath caught. Youâd dressed casually, but to him, every detail of your appearance was perfect. The way your scarf framed your face, the faint trace of perfume that lingered as you satâeach detail reinforced his conviction.
âGlad you could make it,â he said, standing to greet you.
âThanks for inviting me,â you replied, your smile hesitant but genuine.
Dinner unfolded with ease. River let you steer the conversation, taking care to listen more than he spoke. He subtly guided the dialogue when necessary, weaving in just enough personal anecdotes to create a sense of mutual vulnerability without revealing too much about himself. His stories were crafted to paint him as trustworthy, groundedâa man who was safe and dependable.
As the evening drew to a close, you seemed more at ease, your laughter freer, your smiles more frequent. You insisted on splitting the bill, and though he relented this time, he resolved that after tonight, you would never have to pay again.
He walked you home, the streetlights casting a warm glow on the pavement. This time, the silence between you was comfortable, your shared smiles charged with an unspoken understanding.
When you reached your door, you hesitated, your fingers brushing over your keys. âI had a really nice time tonight,â you said softly.
âMe too,â he replied, his voice warm. âI always enjoy spending time with you.â
You looked at him, your expression unreadable, before stepping forward. The movement was tentative, but the intent was clear. You were making the first move, and River let you.
The kiss was soft, almost shy. River resisted the urge to seize control, to push you against the wall and ravenous you, instead he allowed you to set the pace. When you finally pulled back, your cheeks were flushed, your gaze unsure.
âSorry,â you said, laughing nervously. âI justââ
âDonât apologise,â he interrupted gently, his hand brushing yours. âIâm glad you did.â
The moment hung between you, fragile and charged, before you opened the door. âWould you like to come in? Just for a bit?â
River smiled, his heart pounding in triumph, though his expression betrayed nothing but calm. âOnly if youâre sure.â
âIâm sure,â you said, stepping aside to let him in.
This time, the invitation wasnât about takeaway or polite gestures. This time, you wanted him there. As he stepped inside, he knew the game was shifting. Youâd taken the first step, and now it was his turn to ensure the next was inevitable.
Sooooo do I dare add in a little smut next chapter????
#river cartwright x sid baker#river cartwright x oc#river x reader#river cartwright#slow horses s4#slow horses#slough house#louisa guy
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Hi Ronnie!
I wanted to say hi and check in on you because you said you've been feeling down lately, but I'm SO happy you're feeling better!! I remember you saying earlier that you think people only interact with you when you write something on here, but I hope you know that there's so many of us out here that care about you regardless of what you put out <3 Stay happy and healthy in the new season! (literally everybody around me is sick and i think i'm next đ)
Fun little ask but FAV FALL FOODS? or books if you read any? for music I've been listening to the OrquĂdeas album by Kali Uchis on repeat even tho its been out for so long. and Red Moon in Venus. and Isolation. (basically anything Kali Uchis đ)
but please do tell about what's going on in your life, and feel free to post on here if you ever just need someone to listen to, I'm always down to chat!! I love to hear what's going on with you, and I honestly need to drop by more! its honestly amazing that you're able to balance uni and life and writing all at once, so don't feel bad if you ever need breaks, we'll always all be here to gobble up your writing and chat with you and your mental health matters more đ«¶
much love, vie :)
hi hi hi!
i put a cut because I accidentally yapped
thank you so much for sending me this ask! i usually try not to take people not interacting when i haven't posted in a while seriously - only bc i know tumblr only boosts what gets shown - but it does make it very hard to come back here sometimes when i compare it to how much i used to interact with people when things were super active - but i'm actively trying not to!!! this message is so so sweet and very encouraging
favorite foods? hm. it really depends on my mood. i like to eat chinese food when it rains. acai bowls when its like butt licking hot and i have to walk around campus LOL and a breakfast burrito when it's a long day of studying. books, i haven't had a chance to read but #no shame I read a really good dramione fanfiction I saw on tiktok a while back that was PHENOMENAL. i'm a casual harry potter/dramione fanfiction reader here and there but it hit.
as for songs, i've been listening to a lot of one direction! tldr, one direction basically started my fangirl/concerts/music era and that's when i got really close with my sister at the time so it just holds so many sweet memories for me. also zayn malik simply disbanded islamaphobia at my school for being hot so one direction meant something to me in SOOOO MANY WAYS. and while liam and his actions as of late were nothing I supported and vehemently hated, its a weird feeling to see a big part of my childhood change in some ways. so i've been listening to a lot of one direction HAHA. some of my favorite one direction songs are clouds, fireproof, something great, back for you, and up all night!! also one direction started my professional concert daughter era.
life is all good! thank you for giving me the opportunity to ramble about all the little things because it's honestly very fun and like rejuvenating to be able to do that sometimes <3 I hope you are doing so so swell
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Since @whatudowhennooneseesyou wants more and Iâm a people pleaser, hereâs another version, again based on another convo we had.Â
This time is about my man, the icon, love of my life and the only person that makes me want to have children. His children only. My bias and the reason I got into Stray Kids.Â
Christopher Bang
Now hereâs the thing:
This man is a fuckboy. That much itâs obvious. Just look at his interactions with Stay and his messages on bubble. Not to mention heâs an aussie (and a former eshay) this men are the definition of âdangerâ, For fuckâs sake, his nickname among friends was âMr Steal your girlâ, which fits perfectly with a Libraâs description because thatâs what they usually do: Stealing girls (and make anyone question their sexuality).Â
Now thereâs a wrongly extended misconception that fuckboys have to be âcold, sarcastic, too-cool-for-love typeâ type of dudes. That they go around wearing leather jackets, riding motorcycles and spend their days fucking everything that moves. But this isnât it. A fuckboy is simply a man that gets off from being desired and having the people he wants at his mercy, specifically in bed. Thereâs not a settled manual of dressing and general behaviour to be one, the name says it all: A boy who fucks. Easy.Â
Christopher itâs exactly that. He fools us with his good boy persona, acting all shy with pick-up lines but still fishing out for more. Showing off his muscles at every single opportunity he has (like that one concert where the members went to lift his shirt and he just let them, putting his hands behind his neck in surrender), but if you pay close attention, he doesnât really hide his fuckboyish manners. I canât explain it, but thereâs something in his attitude, the way he speaks sometimes and acts, that screams âi make girls orgasm every week to relaxâ.Â
âDoes that mean Iâm your daddy? MOvIng oNâ
âYou know what else is big?â
âSay pleaseâ
Do you need any more proof? I think not. Now back to my delulu intepretation of him:
Christopher is the type of bf that would feel that he must be the "caregiver" of the relationship. He's the one who leads, who provides, who looks after you. That's his role and you shouldn't ever take that away from him. You can take care of him for a change sometimes because he also needs some coddling and attention, but most of the time, he's in charge. I think raising his members by himself for so long has enhanced this side of him. He's very protective, very picky and a perfectionist, so his partner has to learn patience because this man can be mentally and emotionally exhausting for them.
In his toxic version, he's extremely controlling and possessive. He doesn't let you hang out with other boys, or anyone he doesn't approve of. He makes big decisions over your own life for you because "he knows what's best". He'll treat you more like an accessory that needs to look good on him rather than a person. In his mind, you belong to him and that's final. If gets hit on, heâll accept it with zero regrets and may return the gesture. Heâll show it when he likes someoneâs physically and may flirt with them, but youâre not allowed the same behaviour. He expects you to be always at his beck and call, but heâll most likely never be completely loyal to you. Funny thing is that he truly believes he loves you and you should be grateful for all he does for you. He simply wants his partner to be the best version of themselves, and if that casually fits his standards of perfection, well, does it matter? Every single thing you do has to pass through him first. Heâs the type to end fights with angry sex and call it âtalking things outâ. Heâll make sure you never move on from him. If you break up, heâll be the ex that still calls you âhisâ and sabotages your love life. Heâll manipulate you to the point youâre totally dependant of him, his perfect delicate doll. Remember this guy is one perfectionist dude and he has very high standards, and as his partner, he expects you to meet at least some of them.
As a yandere, heâll be pretty much the same, with the difference that he wonât look at anyone else and heâll never be unfaithful. Heâs a smooth motherfucker, and so he knows how to keep you with him subtitly without you noticing. Heâll isolate you from everyone else, planting seeds of suspicion in your mind and pushing you to overthink stuff and doubt everthing around you, becoming almost paranoid. Heâll deliberatly create situations than can be easily misunderstood so you come running to him for comfort, believing he was right all along, while he hugs you tightly and kisses your hair, smiling to himself at seeing you right where youâre supposed to be. Heâll use every dirty asshole trick during arguments to win. Gaslight, pulling out insecurities, emotional manipulation, everything. Heâs mad at you for not behaving the way he wants to but he doesnât want you to leave him either. Heâll start fight with you with the twisted purpose of getting you to be vulnerable and having the excuse to put you in your place. He does everything for you and gets angry if you try to do stuff for him. Your autonomy is taken away and you canât leave him. Ever. He has a way to make you feel so loved, so cared for, so desirable, that you wonât notice the darkness closing around you until itâs too late.Â
As a normal person, heâs also territorial, but in a relatively healthy way. His caregiver complex is still off the roof tho. He feels like it's his duty (and also his joy) to take care of you and make sure you're content. This man, when he loves, he does wholeheartedly. He worships the ground you walk on, he sees you as a heaven sent angel just for him, he adores you and would give you the world if he could. He hates when you go to other people for comfort or advice, because in his eyes, who's gonna help you better than him? He lives off feeling needed, of having you rely on him. He doesn't let it get to the toxic point because he's mature like that, but there are times that he wishes he could hide you from the world and keep you to himself. If he's in a bad mood, the members know they only have to bring you where he is and suddenly it's all good. The bad mood might not always wear off, but at least he wouldn't snap at anyone if you're there.
He gets shy with other people's compliments, but with you? He pulls out the fuckboy manual. He loves to make you blush, push your body against him and whisper the most indecently, spiciest pick-up linea. Those wicked pick-up lines he's not allowed to use with Stay? You've heard all of them. His incessant need for control purrs when he has you all flustered and nervous under his hands, submitting for him. We treat it as a running joke but I truly believe this man is an Alpha in an alternative universe.
The type of bf to assert his claim over you by physical contact. Throwing an arm around your shoulders, grabbing you by the waist, pushing his hand in your lower back to guide you. He makes sure you're never far from him when you guys are out. Another dude staring at you too much? He moves right by your side or behind you to send him a message. He's another one that loves seeing you wearing his stuff. The type to place his coat/jacket on your legs or shoulders, not only to keep you warm, but also to mark you even further as his person.
Honestly most of your fights are because of his jealousy, because when it comes to other problems, he talks it out like a champ and communicates his feelings. The only thing that makes his blood boil is the idea of losing you, especially to someone else. He can't stand people getting close to what he considers his. Like I said, an Alpha.
If I don't stop here this post will never end. Feel free anyone to add your own opinion about the matter.
#i didn't intend for this to be so long#but this man is my bias for a reason#ops#bang chan headcanons#skz headcanons
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What's childhood like for Aenar?
Ahhh! Thanks for the ask! There's many ways I could go with this- pls lmk if you meant something different/more specific!
I'm gonna go through a timeline with a 'normal' Aenar kid, hopefully that answers your questions!
More beneath the cut- and as always- canon informed, not a shred of cannon in here. All this stuff is locked inside my computer or my brain haha.
Ok so let's start with an ordinary Aenar child- how about the Aenar version of 'Jane Doe' aka Gemmil She'ya (in my conlang :3)
So she'd be born to a pair of parents, let's say she's their first child.
General: Lots of walks, games, sunlit parks, and camping trips are common for childhood experiences! Holidays full of food and school friends are super important as well. Normal kid things you'd think of for humans definitely apply here.
Birth: After birth, she'd be welcomed into the world with a big celebration...three days after she's born. (it's bad luck to welcome a baby too early- in case they pass away due to complications) As the first child, she'd be in for a huge party. Religious or not, the Aenar typically celebrate these types of ceremonies with 2 parties, one for close family and one for the community- like birthdays- but it's the actual 'birth' of the child.
Early life, 0-5: As the first child, it'd be pretty quiet. I based Aenar Parenting techniques on Inuit parenting styles-- what we'd call 'gentle' parenting here in the States. (feel free to look it up, it's pretty cool) As one article/quote says "When you start yelling, you become the child" (message me for the specific source haha ik it's in my computer I just gotta find it again)
Ages 5-8: Early School. Aenar schools are very small and very well-staffed. Parents are welcome if they want to volunteer as 'helpers', and the school aura is generally very relaxed. (standardized testing does not exist- Aenar don't have set 'milestones' for children as everyone learns in their own time) Another pivotal step in this stage is both communal and familial ascension- basically taking the first step into the community and into their own path. Usually a ceremony (religious) or a relaxed gathering (casual) or both. Teens do this again once they discover their purpose or path in life. (eg. Hemmer's is fixing things)
Ages 8-11: Pre-teen time is...interesting for many reasons. Most children start rebelling around this age, but this rebellion is relatively encouraged and supported- as Aenar believe that 'to question is natural'. Like the Abrahamic religions of Islam and Judaism- reading extensively, being learned, and questioning authority (sometimes, sometimes 0-0) is a good thing and is well supported.
Ages 11-17: Let's say Gemmil wants to be more involved in religion- as her purpose is to serve the community through leadership- or as Aenar make their purposes vague-- her purpose is 'to serve'. Aenar make their purposes broad so that they can 'grow with them'. If one makes an overly specific purpose...this could complicate things. (Eg. Hemmer never says space. Not once. His purpose is to fix things- but you can do that anywhere.) A final ceremony takes place within the community- you don't have to be an adult to be a member of the community, but you do have to have a purpose. The final ceremony for joining the community takes place at 19 and is more of a seal/closing thing than an actual ascension-- given that the person has a purpose.
Ages 17-19: 19= adulthood! Although most Aenar live at home until married or platonically in a relationship. 'Childhood' typically ends here.
Ceremonies: I can go into depth ofc, but most ceremonies are straightforward depending on the occasion. Religious ceremonies involve god, and legal/casual ones don't. So let's say the First Step (Ages 8-9ish) ceremony; the religious one has a prayer and is usually practiced in a holy place, followed by an oath that the child takes- a more casual, or non-religious ceremony would just remove the holy place and the prayers. Oaths are also optional, but also customizable, it really depends on the parents in this situation.
Again, the Aenar believe there are no set milestones for children, so the ceremonies that take place can be done early, late, or even not at all (depending on the child in question). However, internal familial roles are more flexible, but the communal role is not. (eg. coming of age ceremonies vs. finding purpose within the community) I hope that makes sense- pls lmk if I'm going out on a limb here.
I hope that answers your question! If I totally missed it pls message me again :)) Thank you for the ask!!
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[9:48 PM]
Jaehyun could hear the music from the other side of the wall, so he knew you were in there. He looked back at his text message and sighed. Itâs not like he was in a rush to go home and work on his assignment, but he was getting a bit antsy. About to knock one more time, the door swings open.
âMy favorite customer,â you beam before taking a hit from the joint in your hand. âHey, ___.â âSorry about the wait, I was caught up with something. But, come in,â you step to the side letting him by. âJust give me a moment,â you rush into the kitchen, leaving him by himself.
Jaehyun stood there awkwardly, looking around the neat living room. Heâs never been to his plugâs place. Usually, you two would meet somewhere on campus, but he was already walking home from the library so he figured why not now.Â
You walk out and cross the living room to the hallway when Jaehyun speaks up, âDo you always smoke alone?â âDepends,â you call from the other room. Finally, you come out holding a little bag of flower for him. âWhy? Wanna keep me company?â you playfully ask, handing him the baggy. âOh, I didnât mean t-â âI was joking, Jae. But if you really want, itâs on the house,â you offer him the joint. He smirks at you and graciously accepts it. âThanks, classes are whooping my ass right now,â he exhales âDonât mention it. Anything for my fave customer,â you say, excusing yourself to the kitchen again.
He decides to relax a little and take a seat. Jaehyun doesnât usually make himself comfortable like this in a strangerâs home. Could you really call each other strangers? Acquaintances. âFavorite customer,â he whispers to himself. Next thing he knows youâre joining him on the couch taking back your joint for your turn of a hit. He watches intently how you inhale and let the smoke escape your lips.Â
Suddenly, he asks âWere you baking something?â noting the lingering smell. âOh yeah, brownies,â you pass to him. âI didnât know you sold edibles,â Jaehyun says making you scoff. âI donât. Theyâre for a friendâs birthday. But if I get better at baking, maybe one day.â âOh, well the day it happens let me know,â he smiles. âFor sure. I can send one home with you if you wanna try it,â you offer. Jaehyun nods and takes another hit. âWhy do you call me your favorite customer? Or do you call everyone that?â
You want to laugh at him because you think heâs being flirty. But he looks at you searching for a genuine answer.
âYou're asking a lot of questions. But uhâI definitely donât call everyone that. I like you, Jae, youâre cool.â Jaehyun smiles to himself when you call him cool, he doesnât know why. But he just never thought of himself like that. You two finish off the joint while talking. Youâve never heard him talk this much. You were used to Jaehyun being quiet, you two rarely talked during your exchanges. Even when you had a class with him you remember him staying to himself in the back of the class.
You hop to your feet, âCâmon,â you wave for him to follow. When Jaehyun sees youâve led him to your room his face heats up. He watches as you go through a box under your desk before pulling out a small projector.
âI do this from time to time,â you smile at him. You set it up and point it to the ceiling. âCan you close the door and get the lights?â
Caught off guard, he scrambles to do so. When he turns around he finds you putting down a comfy blanket to cover the floor. It takes him a moment to realize the room is illuminated by the projector with moving patterns.
âDonât be shy Jae,â you pat the spot next to you on the ground. Heâs a bit giggly and moves next to you. âI like to just lay here, listen to music, and watch these lights. Itâs calming,â you explain when lying on your back.
Jaehyun follows your lead, âItâs really pretty.â âYeah, like you,â you say casually. âPretty?â You turn to see that heâs now staring at you, âJae, donât tell me youâre one of those guys who donât know how attractive they are.â âWouldnât that be conceited?â âItâs called being self-aware, angel face,â you turn back to the ceiling.
âNo oneâs ever called me pretty before,â his voice is barely a whisper. âWellâŠyou must know how pretty you are, right?â he prompts. You blush, âWel- I mean I know Iâm not ugly,â you turn to meet his eyes. âThatâs not good enough. Youâre so fucking pretty, ___.â
You werenât sure how to respond to that. You just focus on the dreamy boy in front of you and let the music fill the cracks of silence. His eyes are low and he wets his lips before speaking again.
â___, I really want to kiss you right now.â âDefinitely not shy anymore,â you laugh softly and turn to lie on your stomach with your face hovering over his, âYou should do it.â
He smirks and comes up to meet your lips with his. Heâs gentle with you, which you figured was because of the weed in his system. You donât waste time and part your lips, wanting to taste his tongue. Kissing Jaehyun is something you could get used to.
#jaehyun scenarios#nct timestamps#nct scenarios#jaehyun#nct jaehyun#jeong jaehyun#nct au#nct fluff#nct imagines#nct blurbs#nct drabbles#jaehyun fluff#nct x gender neutral reader#nct x reader#nct x you#nct 127 scenarios#jaehyun imagines#nct 127 soft hours#wanted to get high but got this instead ha#moondrabbles
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Not the same person obv but I have moon 7H atmk so Iâll just say my experience
I spend a lot of time thinking about my friends, although itâs hard to tell what the normal amount is bc I can only speak for myself. Iâm not someone who comes off as really relationship dependent and I wouldnât say Iâm a doormat or anything like that, but I am quite emotionally invested in my friends/peers. Everything I see reminds me of someone I know and Iâm the type to message them about it even if we havenât spoken in a long time.
Something I have in common with my cap moon 7H bestie is that we spend a LOT of time on Instagram/tumblr/discord/etc talking to people. We used to joke about how she literally didnât have any hobbies aside texting her friends đ
If you havenât already noticedđ€Ș I also spend a lot of time talking to people online partially because I struggle to do things without guidance. At school I was always that person who would ask their friends for help with homework because I needed to have stuff reexplained to me personally before I understood. As a result, if Iâm in a situation where Iâm not close with anyone I can have a really hard time. A lot of the time itâs just awkward to not have someone to confide in, but itâs also has been really detrimental to my mental health in the past. Idk if thatâs a 7H thing or Iâm just a dumbass thoughđ
Although I will say that we have the ability to have a very varied social group since we are very adaptive to the people around us. Usually not in a massive social group (which I think is more 11H territory) but moreso besties from many different places weâve picked up along the way. One-on-one relationships are wayyy more important than what the general masses think or other non-social stuff like career ambitions. Kind of like being people oriented without being that society oriented? (Unless there are other 11H placements) I mean society in terms of people your age in your area rather than humanitarian stuff btw
Weâre also the type to be really subconsciously influenced by our friends, which I guess applies to everyone to an extent but the idea of âyou are who you surround yourself withâ does make me think of 7Hers more than anyone else.
I think when they get into relationships (writing this message has made me realise the shear amount of 7H moons I know) they are very devoted even if theyâre otherwise a casual non-clingy person. I have a Uttaraashada sun, Purvaashada moon, Ardra asc friend who was always more of a casual independent person who could have sex without getting attached, but now she has a bf, she spends most of her time with him and itâs clear that sheâs very caring towards him, even if she doesnât explicitly say it to us. She even wears a necklace with his initial on it everydayđ (sheâs way out of his league too but thatâs a story for another time)
As for 8Hers, Iâm not one myself but all the ones Iâve come across are really intense. A lot of them suffer from substance abuse, depression and/or have experienced some weird sexual stuff (I made an ask ageeesss ago talking about my hasta 8H friend who slept with her teacher at 17~18 and was groomed at a young age on a separate occasion- just to name a couple of the things sheâs been through). Obv not every 8Her is going to be such an extreme case esp if they donât have nodal influence, but universally I feel like these people def go through it on some level. Who knows maybe arm guy is hiding some serious loređ
Omg girlie tysm for sending this ask, it's been very illuminating đłđłđłđł
I know he's obsessed with his friends đźâđš there's like 10 of them who he grew up with and they're all extremely close and whenever I'm with him, his phone is blowing up with messages from like 20 different group chats đ but he's also a complete social butterfly and has like 12 different friend groups đźâđš from completely different areas of life (he has apartment friends, as in, they all live in the same apartment complex and party together??? đ granted that he lives in a bougie apartment and this is probably just how moneyed people operate but when I heard it, I was kinda shook, like here's a 24yr old guy hanging out with a bunch of people in their late 20s, 30s and older and just having a good time??) I love how resourceful it makes him because he just always knows who to call and is one of those guys who always knows a guy đ but like his schedule is jam packed with people đ©
The worst part is that he's extremely likeable as a person and very popular. No matter the context (like living in an apartment, going to school etc) he's always very well liked by absolutely everyone from teachers to peers. I always thought I was likeable and popular đ€Șand then I met him and realised he's on another level đđźâđš
The necklace detail is so cute đ„șđ«¶đ»
The 8housers ik are also very intense đ”âđ«which is why I feel like I don't know arm guy well enough yet because he's such a laid back chilled out dude with me but I know he carries himself differently with others. I do feel like he's hiding parts of himself đł and I know it'll take me a loooong time to fully comprehend what it is đł but it doesn't give me fcked up vibes just yet đđ»ââïž
đ€đ» hopefully everything will be fine đ
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