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uhdrienne · 2 months ago

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 the embodiment of grace and deviousness

⛓️ pairing: seungcheol x f!reader ⛓️ genre: sfw, fluff, angst, mafia au, soulmate au ⛓️ word count: ~8k ⛓️ warnings: mentions of violence, weapons, open wounds. do not interact if it can be triggering! there's going to be cursing too because seungcheol is a grumpy one :") ⛓️ summary: as an author, it's almost poetic that your soulmate tattoo would be a flower. actually... half a flower. a snapdragon, to be exact. the petals on your arm, the vines on seungcheol's. it's even more cliche when you meet him on valentine's day. to you it means grace, but for seungcheol, he still has zero idea on what flower his tattoo is. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't curious at all, but during this season of love, you're about to figure out exactly what this all means for you and him, the leader of the city's most dangerous mafia.

author's note: suuurprise! to commemorate my first valentines' on this platform, here is a fic, part of @ddeonghwa-s Secret Cupid Event 💌 thank you so much to @ddeonghwa-s for putting this event together, and of course to the wonderful @kpopflowerfield for giving me this opportunity to write for you, i hope you like this as much as i did💘

here is the event masterlist! do support the works of all other authors too, all of them are so so amazing <3 happy valentines' day!!

depending on the POV, italics signify either the author's writing or Seungcheol's thoughts <3

"Territory 13 is acting up again, sir."

"Are they?"

"They're giving trouble. Threatening to cut off our chain supply in the north."

“Hm.”

“We’ve lost a few men fighting them for the past few days. The situation doesn’t seem to be de-escalating, so we reported to you.”

“Nowhere else we can push to weaken them?”

“They seem to have it figured out, sir. They outnumber us at every turn.”

"Well, we can't have that, can we?"

"No, sir."

"You have three hours till dawn. Take the men you need and get it settled. It won't be pretty if I don't get better news by then."

"Yes, sir."

"Go."

He swings his chair around to the fading sky of the night, nursing his glass of amber. He looks down to his full sleeve of black, red, and blue ink. Zinnias, dahlias, rhododendrons, and in the centre, like the highlight of a Naturalism painting, a whorl of vines and small, green leaves, linked to the vines of other flowers. He has no idea what it means, has had no idea since the day he got it. Ever since, all he's focused on is getting it covered, blended in with other flowers on his skin.

What is the point of such a mark on his skin, he wonders for the umpteenth time as he runs his hands over the permanent imprint, if the universe won't show me what it means?

He glances at the corner of his screen. 1:30am. 14 February. Hm.

He looks away.

"I'm sorry, I don't think we can proceed with cover design and vetting for you, ma'am."

"Oh... Not possible? At all?"

"I'm afraid not, ma'am. Your drafts weren’t given the green light from our Head of Publishing, and our team can't exactly spare the manpower to help you right now."

"...I see. And there’s no one else I can look for? Or….. any contacts you may have?”

“We can try, ma’am, but we can’t promise anything. It’s busy period for us publishers at the moment.”

“Ah. Well, thank you anyway. I hope we can work together in the future."

You put your phone down and sink back into your chair, covering your face with your hands. Your most recent creative co-director pulled out two days ago, another graphic design deal fell through, and now this publishing company. At this rate, you don't know if your book will even ever reach the local bookstore across the street.

You blow out a breath, look down at the only black ink on unblemished skin, the one that's been there since the day you turned 20 years old.... the petals of a snapdragon.

Your phone lights up with a text from a friend, and as you unlock it, the date catches your attention.

14 February. Happy Valentines' Day to you.

Your final straw comes when you're walking home from your office the next night. You rub your tattoo, which has been irritated the whole of today. You have no idea what it means, just that it can't be good for your soulmate bond. But you've never been concerned for him, not the slightest bit, since the day you got the tattoo. Because he's not something you're looking for right now.

Then you hear scuffling, a familiar thing here in the rougher area of town where you live. Your only intention is to walk past and ignore everything. From prior experience, that's the best survival tactic you have: Don't go looking for trouble, and it won't find you.

A man appears on the sidewalk and walks towards you. You walk faster, calculating the distance it takes. Two hundred metres and you'll be under the safety of the street lights. One hundred and fifty. One hundred. The man seems to be getting closer.

You hear a thud. Fuck. What was that?

You squeeze your eyes together and turn around. It sounds stupid, but you'd like to at least see the face of your captor before you see darkness. You read novels about this. When a character gets out of a captor's grasp, they can never tell the police what the kidnappers look like. If now is your time, you won't go down making the same mistake.

Except there isn't a captor nor a body bag. It's just another man, hands in pockets, bending down to survey the unconscious lump on the concrete ground just behind you. He looks at you, the exact moment that you too meet his eyes. And you feel it. At the worst possible time in your life, ever, for crying out loud.

Hundreds, maybe thousands of volts of electricity. A rising and a pop in your head, a sizzling burn on your forearm. Who knew a soulmate bond snapping into place could be this painful? You choke out a gasp as the pain sears, brands itself into your arm. The outline of the flower appears in full glory, the vines entwining itself around your arm as it links with the petals. It's beautiful and horrifying, and you watch as the flower you've been waiting for finally, finally blooms.

Before long, the bloom appears on your forearm. A snapdragon.

The man seems to feel the same thing, as he doubles over in pain, pupils dilated in shock and clutching his arm. His face is covered by his hood so you can't see what he looks like, but he turns and runs, and before long he's disappeared into the darkness.

A few minutes pass before the pain finally subsides, and in its place comes a wave of exhaustion. You sink on the concrete, careful not to stir your unconscious stalker, who's still lying on the ground motionless.

You've found your soulmate. On the day of love.

You touch your mouth when you feel a smile creeping up your face.

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Seungcheol opens his door, barks an order to his guard outside not to disturb him unless "someone is bloody dead", sinks down on a couch and grabs a whisky. He downs it, the burn of the alcohol close to nothing as compared to that of the flower sitting oh-so-innocently on his forearm. He'll never forget the way the snapdragon petals appeared, as if they were burnt into his skin.

He stares at it, remembers the girl who gasped in pain just as he did. He never meant for this to happen. He was only passing by and saw a man from one of the local, problematic gangs sneaking up on you. He only meant to get the man away as he usually would for anyone else, because his principles, despite his rough line of work, never permitted him to disrespect women. He only meant to do one thing and go on his way. He only felt his arm burning right before he turned onto that damn street.

He glares at his arm, like the ordeal is its fault. His hand is shaking. It never shakes.

He didn't mean to feel his bond snap into place, never meant to meet you. He takes another long swig. This is the worst timing ever, he thinks darkly.

Meeting your soulmate on Valentines' Day can't be pure coincidence. If there wasn't a sign before that this was your chance, there very well was now. The next day you come up with a mission plan.

Find the man who is apparently my soulmate

...........

And that's when you sit down and have a good think. What are you even going to do when you do find him, anyway? Get together with him purely because he's meant for you, as the universe dictated? What if he's a rude jerk? What if he's ugly? What if... oh god, what if his breath stinks?

What if... he doesn't like you?

You continue writing on your notepad, absently, mindlessly writing sentences and paragraphs like word-vomit. Before long, you look down on the page to see almost a full journal entry, like you always do when you're anxious or stressed.

"Great," You mutter. "May as well write a book about this."

You enter the bookstore, waving at the little old lady who runs it.

"Good morning," She hums. "What are you looking for?"

You smile, thumbing through the different books on the shelf. "Morning. Something about flowers, maybe? I'm doing research... for a book I'm writing."

She nods. "Perhaps a book that explains the flower on your arm?"

You chuckle. Nothing could ever get past her eyes. "You caught me."

The lady laughs in return. "That," she says, hobbling out from the counter to rummage her inventory, "is a snapdragon. Yours is lovely -- a nice shade of red."

You smile. "Does its colour represent something, too?"

The old lady pulls down a thick book, flips through it and sweeps off the dust on the cover. "Every colour has its representation, but it's also your choice to decide what it means to you." She passes you the book. "In Chinese culture, it means prosperity. It's a lucky colour. For others, it could mean passion and love. It could also mean danger, perhaps courage..."

"Wow," You mumble, flipping through the book. "One colour and thousands of meanings?"

The old lady shrugs. "Colours and nature existed way before we did," She takes the book from you and goes to wrap it up in construction paper. "Is that the tattoo that brings you to your other half?"

"So the world says," You shrug, as you pay for the book. "I had the petals first, so the stem and leaves appeared when I met him, but I don't know where he is... or even what he looks like."

The lady nods in understanding. "I wouldn't worry. You'll find your way back to each other. I'd think that's what the tattoo's for."

"Do you know about them? What do they do?"

"Some stories say they help soulmates detect when one is in danger. Other stories say the closer you are, the warmer it feels... I've never tried."

Huh. You nod. "Thank you. So very much."

There is a soft shimmer of fascination in the old lady's eyes as she waves you goodbye. "I have faith that what's meant for you will come to you in due course, dear. Have a good day now."

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Seungcheol hasn't stopped glowering at his tattoo all day. It looks... out of place. The petals aren't supposed to be there. It looks like an outsider, a strange feeling he can't place. If this is the bond acting up, he surmises, it fucking sucks.

He needs coffee to cure the pounding headache building up.

He orders someone to get his coffee, and as he sits to wait, he taps at his keyboard impatiently, trying to figure out how the tattoo had built up.

The petals came later, he thinks. Is that supposed to mean something?

When his right-hand man, a freckled, tan man comes in with the coffee, Seungcheol is still none the wiser on the phenomenon. So he lowers his guard (for once, he thinks bitterly, for a soulmate bond of all things), and asks the man who's currently laying his coffee cup down. "Lee."

Lee looks up. "Yes, sir?"

"What do you know about soulmate bond tattoos?"

Lee looks visibly excited. "Did you get yours, sir?"

"Asking for a friend," Seungcheol deflects immediately. "So, what do you know about it?"

"I have one, sir," Lee says, and rolls up his sleeve to reveal a... half-faded anchor tattoo. "I was so.... it felt so strange to meet my other half."

"Strange. What was it like?"

Lee shrugs as he sets down a serviette. "Can I speak freely?"

Seungcheol waves at him to go ahead. He's usually the man who acts like he has a stick up his ass, but this time, he wants to find out everything he can about having a soulmate. Just so I don't drag the poor girl down with me for no good reason, he reasons to himself.

"It wasn't all good feelings," Lee explains thoughtfully, hands pausing mid-air. "My soulmate... he was an underground weapons dealer. And you know people in our circle, we don't do feelings. They're liabilities, it's another thing enemies can use against us." He chuckles bitterly. "That was one of the only things we had in common."

Seungcheol doesn't miss the way he's speaking in past tense. "You don't have to explain yourself," He says cautiously.

"No, that's okay," Lee says. "It was a while back. See, I have fading scars to prove that."

"What did it... feel like?"

"It started fading and it hurt so much, I knew something was wrong." Lee shows his arm again.

"What happened?"

Lee shrugs. "He died in an underground turf war. One of those."

Seungcheol makes eye contact. "Did you at least have good days with him?"

Lee looks at him, then looks away. "We did. Almost left the circle for each other, but..." He shrugs again. "Time just wasn't on our side."

"No," Seungcheol agrees. "It wasn't."

His fists clench. So this is what could happen to both parties who were in the circle, nevermind a civilian. He nods. "Thank you for telling me."

Lee gives him a half-smile. "So is this about your tattoo?"

"Y- No, for my friend," Seungcheol replies, cursing himself at the slip-up.

"I see," Lee says, the mischievous glint in his eyes returning. Seungcheol knows Lee doesn't believe him. As his right-hand man for years, how could he not see through Seungcheol? He starts walking towards the door. "Well, tell your friend that if there's anything I learnt, it's that time is a bitch. There's going to be a lot of fear, and it won't be pretty. But... take it from me," He smiles sadly. "It's going to feel worse when you don't treasure time and lose them. After all...." He opens the door. "I lived to tell the tale."

When the door closes behind him, Seungcheol leans back into his chair and rubs his temples.

"Some soulmates you find in the lecture hall of your school. Some you find along the way of life. Some... are pre-ordained by the universe, in the form of a snapdragon tattoo.

But are these... pre-meditated, pre-planned people meant to stay?"

You put down your pen.

You're curious. At the world, for giving you a person. How that system came about. About your soulmate. What he's like, what he looks like.

But there's no straightforward way to find him. No instruction manual that tells you where to go and what to do.

You decide to take a walk that evening. No distance limit. Just wherever your feet takes you.

And it brings you to this cafe on a street you've never been, with soft music and oak furniture, and a smiley, freckled and tan man behind the counter grins at you. "Welcome to Choi's."

"Hello," You say, smiling a bit. "Could I get a latte, and... that croissant? It looks amazing."

"Of course," He says, before turning to another burly staff that just appeared. "Get her a latte, will you?"

The staff nods, and disappears behind the coffee machine.

You take a seat, and hum as you wait. When the pastry and drink appear on your table, you thank the staff and look down to see the milk foam in the shape of a heart. Mmm. You take a sip, already feeling a lot better.

The bell jingles, and a man steps in, hands in his pockets. and heads for the counter. By force of habit, you look up and send him a cursory glance. And then you freeze. The man has rolled up his sleeves as he speaks to the staff, as if they already know each other, and on his arms....

A full tattoo sleeve of flowers. Zinnias, dahlias, rhododendrons, and in the centre, a whorl of vines leading to the most prominent flower. It looks fresh, like it was inked in a mere five minutes earlier.... in a shade of brilliant red... a snapdragon.

It's him.

The man must have excellent situational awareness because he acutely notices someone staring at him and he turns to you. Your shell-shocked face, your trembling hands... and his eyes fall on your forearm.

Choi Seungcheol had never felt this thunderstruck, not even when he found out half his men had been bought over by rivals years ago. He knows he'll never forget this feeling.

So he does the next best thing. He excuses himself from his staff and leaves.

So you get up and run after him.

Seungcheol's in the middle of cursing himself and the world out when he hears your voice calling for him.

"Sir...?"

He can pretend he doesn't know you're calling him. Sure. He can do that. Keep on walking, Seungcheol.

Until he hears running, and a tap on his shoulder. Ah.

He swallows, closes his eyes, and turns around. "Yes?" He asks coldly.

Ah. So he's not in the habit of making conversation, you think. "I'm really sorry about this, but can I...."

"Can you what?" Seungcheol replies, even though he already knows what you're going to say.

"Can I see your arm? For a second? I just wanted to make sure I wasn't seeing wrongly."

"No, you may not."

You cringe. Silence dwindles between both of you. "Uh... right."

Seungcheol reaches for his car key. "Why do you want to see my arm, love?" He casts a cursory glance at your arm. "To see if I'm your soulmate?"

You look down, then at him. "...Yeah. I got this tattoo, and I don't know what my soulmate looks like, so..."

"So you're trying to find him in me, huh?" Seungcheol doesn't mean to be rude, but this is the only way to get you off his back, at least until he knows how to move forward. The least he can do is to warn you. "News flash, love. I'm just a man who enjoys flowers. But me as your soulmate?" He chuckles and presses a button. From a distance, his car makes a beeping sound and unlocks. "I highly doubt it. You'll need to know who we are before you enter our world."

"And who are you?" The words come out before you can stop them.

Seungcheol supposes it doesn't hurt to establish who he is, just so you'll have enough sense to stay away.

"The mafia, love," He says softly, as he walks towards his car. "I'm the leader, here. I'd advise you to stay away from me, soulmate or otherwise."

When his car pulls away, you sigh and look at your tattoo.

The biggest joke the universe could have pulled on you. Making a mafia leader, out of 8 billion other people, your soulmate.

When he reaches home, Seungcheol reaches for his phone. When Lee answers, Seungcheol gives him a long list of things to do, for the cafe and for the mafia.

"Has anyone caught on the cafe yet?" He asks.

"Nope," Lee answers. "It was a good front to keep track of the public, but it seems like a normal cafe to them. So I'd say everything's fine, boss."

"Good."

"Anything else?" Lee says.

"....One more thing." Seungcheol says, sighing through his nose. "A girl came to the cafe tonight."

"...Uh-huh."

"The girl in the white cardigan and jeans."

"Right."

"Warn her not to divulge who we are and what the cafe really is. With any luck, she'll figure out that the cafe is protecting us."

"Protecting us..." Lee gasps. "Sir, you told her who you are? Why?"

"To get her to leave me alone," Seungcheol mutters. "Anyway, just tell her to zip her mouth. I don't care how you do it."

He regrets the words once they exit his mouth. "Just don't hit her or anything. We're not in that business."

A soft laugh comes over the phone. "She your soulmate or something, boss?"

Seungcheol pinches his nose. "So she thinks. Just because we have a matching..."

An idea hits him. "Do me another favour."

"Name it, boss."

"Find out where she was last night. Just to make clear something for me."

"You got it."

A knock on your door sounds in the middle of the night. When you open the door, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you flinch when two burly guys flanking the same freckled, tan man from the cafe last night step in your doorway.

"Uh...you're from the cafe, aren't you?"

"I thought a familiar face might help matters," The freckled man says. "My name's Lee. And you?"

You introduce yourself cautiously, but you look at the two men. "So... what the man said yesterday was true? You're not really a cafe, are you?"

Lee shrugs. "Nothing you need to concern yourself with, anyway." He nods to the men. "We just came here to give a little warning."

You have a feeling you already know. "What warning?"

"Don't pry, and don't tell," Lee says, still smiling, but you sense the underlying threat within. "I don't know what business you have with us, but it should end now." He nods at you. "For both yours and our good."

The burly man on the left makes a point of nodding towards your home. "We know where you live, and we can find you no matter where you go. Don't complicate things for yourself. You won't like what comes next."

And they leave, leaving you shaking in the doorway. Anger courses through you. Your soulmate sent people after you to push you away.

You don't know everything about soulmate bonds, but what you do know is that soulmates are drawn to each other: to protect, and to take care of. Either your soulmate is very, very clueless; or he just doesn't want anything to do with you. You have to find out which answer it is before you decide whether to let go of him or not.

Alright, Mr. Mafia Boss, you clench your teeth. I don't have to deal with your mafia directly to get an audience with you. Let's see how far this game can go.

Moonlight slants through his ceiling-to-floor windows. Seungcheol grits his teeth as he watches the surveillance that Lee found for him. You, walking home the night of 14 February, around 10pm, going faster and faster as that son-of-a-bitch followed you. His arms rest on his chair as he sees himself appear and knock the guy out cold.

He sighs. So it really was you. He'd recognise that face anywhere.

He looks at his tattoo once more, hating how perfectly it entwines with the rest of his tattoos. So much for covering it up. He turns his arm around again and again. It's exquisite, but it lies there like a burden.

And it picks the perfect timing to start burning. Seungcheol grunts in pain, clutching his arm as it burns, sears with the same pain it did that night. He doesn't know how the system came about, but what he knows is this: You're in danger. And as annoyed as he is about this whole situation, he has to find you. If only to make the pain stop.

He reaches for his telephone, and when the other line picks up he hisses: "Find her. Now. Scour all the surveillance in the city. I don't care what you have to do, but find her."

He can hear his man barking out orders in the background, and he shakily puts the phone down. Lee comes bursting into the room, grabs Seungcheol's arm to check on him. Normally, Seungcheol would have the head of anyone who dared to touch him without permission, but given Lee's position in this predicament, he allows him to.

"Is it supposed to be like this?" Seungcheol groans out. "It hurts like hell."

"Yup," Lee mutters. "It is. Looks and seems exactly like mine whenever Bri got into danger."

"Danger--" Seungcheol scowls and tries getting up. "You mean she's injured?"

Lee shrugs. "I don't know if it extends to normal minor situations, but whenever Bri got into a fight, I'd feel my arm burning."

"Her, fight. Don't make me laugh," Seungcheol scoffs, then grunts again as another wave of pain hits him. "She looks like she couldn't hurt a fly."

"We've located her, boss," Another man comes into the room, holding a laptop towards him.

"Where?"

When silence answers him, he hisses. "I didn't ask you this question for you to not fucking reply. I asked where?"

"The border of Territory 7, sir."

"What the hell is she doing there? Is she an underworld member, too?" Lee wonders out loud.

Seungcheol pushes himself up off his seat, wincing as his arm throbs slightly. "Fuck if I know. But I guess I have to find her if I want this pain to stop."

"I'll get men and go with you," Lee starts, but Seungcheol waves him off. "No need. We don't need to stir up a fuss, not when the territories are already misbehaving these few weeks. I'll get her, and... figure it out later."

You're tapping your foot as you wander the edges of the city's largest turf. It's well-known that civilians shouldn't pass by here if they want to get home alive and well, but with the recent news of unrest stirring in such turfs, you figure that it's the best way to seek Seungcheol out. It's stupid, but it's your best bet. Plus, you figure that the nearer you are to

You must be near a group of militants on patrol duty, because you can hear hushed orders and boots crunching. You sigh and look at your watch.

"Are you actually stupid?"

You raise your head. "So it worked. So nice of you to join me this evening."

Seungcheol storms towards you. "So you tricked me?"

"Wasn't a trick." You mutter. "I'm here, aren't I?"

"You are a nutcase," He seethes, as he grabs your arm and starts dragging you away. "Do you have any idea what would happen if anyone caught you? These few places are red-light districts now. You're not supposed to be here."

"I wouldn't know. You came anyway."

Seungcheol lets you go and huffs at you. "Go home, and don't get any more stupid ideas. Yes, I'm your soulmate. Yes, my tattoo is also a snapdragon, and I guess I can sense when you're in places you shouldn't be because my arm fucking burns, okay? Got your answer?"

"No," You say defiantly. "I haven't found out one thing. Why were you so desperate to deny that you weren't my soulmate? But you still came running anyway."

"This," He hisses, stepping closer to you, "is a pain in my ass. I can't work if my tattoo's going to start hurting every half hour. So for god's sake, please stay out of anything that doesn't concern you. Do not run into a lion's den to get an audience with me."

"So you're going to give me a way to contact you?" You shrug. "Sure, if that will keep me from making rash decisions."

Seungcheol furrows his brows. "What gave you that idea?"

"Well, you can't think I'm going to let you go after all of this, do you?"

What??

"Did I not make myself clear en-"

"Oh, you did," You say. "Like you said, you came running because you could sense I was somewhere I shouldn't be. So you can't stay away no matter how much I piss you off, can you?"

"I nev-"

"That's how soulmates work, Mr. Mafia Boss." You say smugly. "We can't stay away from each other, like a moth can't stray from the light."

Seungcheol scowls at you and then proceeds to maintain a ten-second glaring competition until he blows out a breath.

"Ten more reasons why I hate this bond so much," He mutters, before pulling out a business card and shoving it into your hands. "I've got ground rules. Don't call me for stupid reasons. Do not call to ask me out privately. Do not give my number to anyone for any reason. No exceptions, unless you want a bullet through your brain."

"Did you just threaten to shoot me...." You peruse the business card. "Choi Seungcheol?"

"Yes, and what about it?"

"You know nothing about being a gentleman."

"Never said I was one. Get in the car."

"You''re going to shoot me in there? With the expensive leather?"

"I will if you don't keep your mouth shut and start moving."

You zip it and follow him.

Success. You've met your soulmate. (You're sitting in his car, too.)

He said you couldn't call. But texting exists, so.... You're determined to bug him until he takes notice.

"It's me."

He leaves you on read.

The next day you add another message. "I guess I'll write to an empty chatroom. I'm doing good, I just had a sandwich for breakfast and I'm going to continue writing now."

5pm: "I'm done with my next chapter. Trying to find an illustrator for the cover. I'm craving soup."

11pm: "goodnight! hope your work or whatever's going well. You can't tell me anything about what you're doing?"

And so it continues, for a full three days, with silly texts about a sentence error you wrote, or a funny thing you ate, or asking him what he's doing at work, until you get a single response from him that has you rolling your eyes: "Be quiet."

You do not, to Seungcheol's chagrin, keep quiet.

He didn't think you could talk so much to someone who never replied. In a week he'd all but figured out your life pattern: wake up, eat, write (he had no idea what you were writing), find publishers and illustrators, take a walk maybe in the late afternoon, eat again, and write until it was time to sleep. You lead an awfully idyllic life compared to him, he thinks as he closes your text.

You also seem to have a love for soup, he realises. The weirdest fucking craving.

And croissants from his fake cafe. You sent him photos of it across the week, and he wonders how you never get tired of the damn thing. Your food cravings change from soup to something else every now and then, getting more bizarre with each one. (Pasta with pickles? Really?)

It was cute. (He cursed himself out after thinking about it.)

And so it goes for two more weeks until Seungcheol decides this has to stop. He texts you back for once, and you're elated as you read his text.

"Be ready Saturday night. Zip it for now, will you? I'm trying to work."

You're waiting outside your house when he pulls up. You already know that he knows exactly where you live, so you never bothered texting him your address. You get in once he stops the car, his grumpy face still on full display.

"Thanks for taking me out," You say, smiling at him, and he grunts as he pulls out and steps on the accelerator. "Isn't that exactly what you wanted?"

You shrug. "And you gave in. Is that a soulmate thing?"

"I will drop you off right this second if you say 'soulmate' one more time." He threatens.

He rubs the sleeve covering the skin on which his tattoo lies, and you frown. "Is it causing you trouble? I haven't gone anywhere weird recently, though."

"No. And you better not have."

He doesn't say much after that, simply drives about twenty minutes to a sleek, al fresco restaurant. The neon lights, warm-looking space draws you in, and when you read the menu outside while waiting for him to park...

"Soup? So you did read my texts!"

"You won't shut up about it. A little hard to miss it even if I wanted to."

You chuckle and flip through the menu. "So what're you getting?"

"You pick, you're the one craving soup of all things," He mutters absently. "Don't really care. Just came to get a message across."

"What is it?"

"Sit first before I tell you."

And so you do. He lets you get tomato soup and grilled cheese, pasta and a soda, and says absolutely nothing. He eats a little, rolling his eyes at the amount you inhale. Finally, you put down your fork. "So what did you want to tell me?"

He swallows his water before putting the glass down. "Just one thing."

You cock your head. "I'm listening."

"Why are you contacting me personally, so often? I'm sure I said not to do that."

"You said not to call," You reply, smiling. When he looks like he's about to protest, you smile again. "So I texted."

"You're fucking impossible," He mutters.

"Sorry, what was that?"

"Nothing. Anyway, stop that. I'm a busy man."

"I know. That's why I text, like, three times in a day. It's not a lot, is it?"

His hand comes down on the table, not loud enough to cause a scene but firm enough to catch your attention. "I don't have the time to entertain you, Miss Y/N. You know who I am, and that was my fault, and I think it would do you good to remember that."

"Pulling the mafia leader card on me, again?" You sigh and shake your head. "I don't know what you do, and you won't tell me. I write about people like you and mobsters. You're exactly what I write in my books."

"I am not one of your little book characters," Seungcheol hisses back. "I am not a work of fiction or something you pull out of your imagination and twist about like your plaything. I am real, and I am someone who can hurt you if I want to. And I don't owe you any information. Stop bothering me, got it?"

"Is that why you brought me here?" A surge of confidence and defiance grips you. He couldn't have taken you out to somewhere he knew you'd enjoy for no reason.

He scowls. “I can go wherever I want. Don’t read too much into it.”

You grin. “Sure.”

He nods.

“So can I continue messaging you?”

He groans. “Did you not get any of what I just said?”

You shrug. "Guess you’ll have to tell me a few more times.”

He sighs loudly, and his fingers drum the table as he seemingly goes deep into thought. The scowl is almost becoming a permanent fixture on his face, you think.

After a long moment, he groans and utters: “Next Sunday. 6pm.”

He takes you out two more times. The next Sunday, to a small restaurant you chose. This time he ate better, the consistent strain in his forehead almost easing as he bit into the lasagna.

He answered your questions, albeit grumpily, and when you got off his car that night, you thought, as you opened your journal up again, that he was finally, finally warming up to you.

But the next time he brings you out, he is visibly in a stormy mood, barely making conversation and stabbing his meat with his fork.

“Is there something wrong?” You ask.

“No.”

And there the conversation ends.

As dessert rolls in, you try one more time.

“So… how’s work lately?”

“Fine.”

“Ah.”

Please talk. Please.

“You know, I always wonder what a mafia boss does,” You pick up your spoon. “Like, order kills or something?”

Seungcheol picks up his glass. “I remember telling you not to ask about what I do.”

“And you don’t have to give me a full answer,” You shrug. “I’m just asking for a general idea. I thought it’d be nice if I got to know what you do.”

Seungcheol sits back in his seat. "Don't read too much into what I do, love." He takes another sip of water. "You can't honestly think I'm interested in you enough to reveal myself after a few meals. You said you're a writer. You shouldn't be this easy to lie to, you know that?"

Yeah, screw this.

Any confidence you had sizzles out. Easy to lie to. He thinks you're a gullible, small girl eating up every morsel of attention he deigns to give you when he feels like it. Red-hot, burning humiliation and shame rise in you.

After a long pause, you nod. "Alright. Fine. I get it. I apologise for occupying your time."

He surveys you for a second, then nods, like he just made a good business deal. "Just so we make things clear with each other."

"Crystal," You reply, no warmth in your words. "I think I finally got what you wanted to say. I thought you just weren't used to this... idea of having a soulmate, so I wanted to warm you up to it. But now I see you never wanted one in the first place."

Seungcheol furrows his brows just a fraction.

You push your chair back. You're careful not to look or seem angry, in part not to show him you're affected, and also to just... save face. He already embarrassed you. No need to do it again in public. "Take care, Mr. Choi. Thanks for putting up with me, anyway. It won't happen again. I’ll get the bill."

Soulmate, my ass.

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It wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't supposed to be like this. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

It wasn't supposed to turn out this way.

Glass meets the plaster of the wall. His tattoo lies there, barren, lacking its usual warmth even though nothing was taken away.

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Ladies and gentlemen, this is perhaps how the story goes. He pushed her away, and she realised how the universe’s plan, this whole concept, had utterly failed. There were never meant to be pre-ordained people. People change, and oftentimes they disappoint…

The journal remains open, the last sentence discontinued.

T w o M o n t h s L a t e r

Soft, oozing vocals of Clara Bow fill your apartment as you pack your writing materials. You're done writing for the day.

You glance at the clock. Nine p.m. In time for a snack and TV before you head to bed.

When you turn on the TV, the news catches your attention. Another territory struggle, another turf battle for control. You shake your head and switch the channel. Typical.

As you settle down into the cushions with chips and a glass of white wine, sudden searing pain, hot and white and agonising, shoots down your arm. You gasp and grasp it in your other hand, almost keeling over at how painful it is.

Something is wrong. Very, very, wrong.

You sink to the floor, clutching your arm and sweat starting to bead your forehead. It hurts, your arm hurts, everything hurts.

Is Seungcheol in trouble?

His name card. Right. You can just find out for yourself, and if he asks, you could just say the tattoo's causing you a lot of pain. Yes. That's it.

You stagger to your drawers to find his card, messing everything up in the process. You fumble for your phone and dial his number, again and again and again, but all you’re greeted with is a beep and an automated voice instructing you to leave a message.

You don’t know what to do. No emergency contact, no one you can find… hell, you don’t even know where he is. As you’re standing, getting ready to run out and search, there's a pounding on your door.

You barely make it to the door and open it, and there stands the freckled, tan man whose name you never got. He looks awkward, eyes racing to your tattoo. "I'm sure you must be in a lot of pain," He says. "Mr. Choi ordered me to check on you."

"Check on me?" You almost wheeze. "What's going on that my arm hurts this badly?"

Lee shakes his head. "Not right now. We will talk in the van."

"Of course you can't say." You snap, patience wearing thin, temper as riled up as the pain in your arm. You're done with his secrets. "I can't know what he's doing, I can't know where he is, or if he's alive or dead, even if the pain he's causing may very well kill me too."

"You won't die," Lee says, a little more kindly. "If this comforts you, my soulmate's gone, and I'm still here."

Your anger evaporates a fraction. "I'm sorry about that."

"No need to be." Lee sighs, then reaches his own arm out. "Hold on to me, I won’t do anything weird. I'll take you to him. He's going to be a bitch when he sees you, but... I think it would be good for both of you. More often than not, distance breaks things apart."

"He's enough of a bitch even when I'm around," You mumble, but you take his arm anyway as he helps you out.

Without much effort, he gets you into the van he came in, and barks out an order to the curious men inside to drive into what he calls "The Heart".

"What's the Heart?" You ask, as he passes you a canteen of water to drink from.

"It's what it sounds like. The heart of our territory." Lee explains, eyes trained in front. "Mr. Choi's there when we... have scuffles, and that's usually the place where security is tightest, so he can be near to us to get updates and give orders, and still not get into danger."

"So he is a leader."

"He is, and one of those you wouldn't want to cross. He's quick with his work, and he can resort to getting his hands dirty if he has to. His network and connections are... frighteningly impressive, to say the least."

"Funny how I'm hearing it from you and not him," You huff as you lay your head back, trying not to think about the pain.

"He hasn't had the experience of telling people about his life, Miss," Lee chuckles. "But I figured you'll know eventually, so better sooner than later, right?"

"Sooner than later?"

"You're meant to stick around him, Miss. For the good and bad. You're his soulmate, after all."

"I don't know if we'll get there." You sigh, and close your eyes. "Is he badly hurt? Will me being there even help matters?"

Lee shrugs. "We'll find out."

Lee gets six men to flank you both as he walks you in. Up ahead, there's a building seemingly made of unforgiving steel, it's blank canvas looming in the dark red, streaked sky.

"That's the Heart?"

"That’s the one. Unpenetrable, Miss. Let's go in."

You pray for all your sakes it really is as Lee takes you up into the elevator. When he opens one of the (almost) hundreds of similar doors to lead to an empty, cell-like room, and inside sits Seungcheol, with a red fabric pressed---

"You're bleeding," You blurt. The pain in your arm subsides just a fraction, perhaps jarred by the sensation of finally, finally, meeting him.

He looks up, eyes twisting in furious shock as he glares at Lee, and then you (you don’t know why). "Exactly which part of my order did you not understand, Lee?"

Lee bows his head in apology. "I'll never take away a chance to meet your soulmate away, you know that, sir."

Seungcheol scowls hard, and you're almost afraid he's going to shoot Lee there and then.

"Get out."

Lee smiles, ushers you in and walks out. "I'll be back in half an hour to report. I'll call for the doctor again."

You bend and peel aside the fabric. Once white, it's now soaked red, it's warmth unsettling. There's blood, so much of it, and on his once unblemished skin now contains a mess of open flesh, blood, and a...

A bullet.

"A gun." You mumble.

"Try not to throw up." He replies, ever-so-gently nudging you away. "This is Armani."

"You jerk."

His face twists in surprise. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me." The anger is returning. "You say all sorts of fucking nonsense to keep me away, and we meet again months later because you're shot. And that may be a normal day for you, Mr. Choi, but us civilians don't go about our day-to-day expecting a bullet hole to appear in our skin."

His hand clenches up.

"This is why I said everything I did," He snarls in return, putting more pressure on his wound. "I knew I would never want you to try to handle what I am!"

"You never let me try," You hiss. "You refused to tell me anything, to let me see what your life was like. No, you chose to shut me out! And don't you dare tell me what I can or can't handle."

He huffs. "I see no reason in dragging you, or anyone else, in when it isn't needed."

"Yet Lee brought me here tonight." You point out. "He knows something you clearly don't."

"Lee is a nosy fucker." He snaps.

"He's someone who's experienced it all. His soulmate is gone, Seungcheol."

"And look at the pain it caused him. At least if anything happens to me, it's no love lost for you."

"Shut up."

"What?"

"I said shut up. Sometimes people want to help you. Sometimes people wouldn't actually mind, I don't know, going into this Heart place to check on you. Sometimes, you need to get it into your thick skull that I actually want to be here, to make sure you don't die while this stupid snapdragon is burned into me!"

His eyes meet yours.

"But you won't get it!" You chuckle. "You send men to check on me when I’m in pain, but I doubt you have any intention of finding me after all this gets better."

"You think I wanted to?" He shoots back.

"And you think I had it all settled for me? That I was better off not knowing the person that was meant for me, this whole time?"

"I never wanted that." Seungcheol insists hotly. "Look at my world, it's a mess, a violent place, a--"

"And there has to be a reason I'm the one picked out!" You defend. "Do you have any idea what snapdragons stand for?"

When he doesn't reply, you continue. "It stands for grace and strength. I can handle all of this. I'm not meant to measure up with your headstrong personality anyway."

"Then what are you meant for?" He asks, tone now soft, dejected.

"To complement you," You reply. You've never been this sure in your life. "To make up for the traits you lack. I'm not supposed to be as strong, or as fierce as you are. I'm meant to... ground you. That's what soulmates are. To... allow each other's strengths to shine and make up for what they don't have yet."

Seungcheol goes quiet.

"And you?" He asks, after a long pause. "What do I complement you in?"

You survey him again. "That's something I can't discover yet, because you won't let me."

“So what do you suggest?” He continues.

“No more hiding. Show me who you are. No restraint, I don’t need you to keep anything secret.”

“What if you end up like Lee?”

“Then it would have been a life well spent, at least.”

Seungcheol grunts with effort as he leaves his seat and stumbles to you. "And if I obeyed, and let you in?"

You look at him square in the eye. "Then it would be my honour to stand with you... or in the shadows, or wherever you make me stand."

"This sounds a lot like an induction of one of my men," Seungcheol murmurs. "I don't want that."

"Then what do you want?" You ask softly.

Seungcheol looks down at you, emotions warring in his eyes. After a while, he slumps and turns away. “Fuck. I can’t do this to you.”

“Tell me what you want, Seungcheol,” You say quietly. “You order people around for a living. I’m telling you to be honest with me, too.”

"…You. With me. Wherever you, or I, want to be."

You shrug a little as he cups your face. "I can live with that."

"You better," Seungcheol mumbles, as his mouth finds yours at last, burning more than any wretched tattoo, warmth spreading to your fingertips. "After everything you just said... I don't imagine you're going anywhere for a while."

February 14, 2026

The doctor came to patch him up. His hand squeezed yours hard as the bullet was finally pried out of him.

It's honestly a blur to you now when you think about it, but all you remember is his eyes boring into yours, his unwavering, callused grip on your hand.

"The snapdragon symbolises strength and grace reflected in their tall, strong stems, blooms and resistance to colder temperatures. Others believe they also represent deception and deviousness.

She embodied grace. She was his missing piece, the trait he needed to complement his headstrong nature. But he also needed someone strong enough to stand with him, through every obstacle his work throws him in. And she... she needed his courage and unwavering will to stand with her through it all."

You put the pen down. Mmm. Not too bad for a closing chapter. You send a text to the new publishing house that you contacted two weeks ago. They had seen your draft, and they loved it. Two weeks from now, when everything is settled, you promise yourself, you will show Seungcheol. He'd been curious for a while now about what holed you up in your writing room.

"Love?"

You look up from biting into your croissant. "Well, look who's back from Sicily. How did the meetings go?"

Seungcheol smiles and opens his arms. "Not too bad. I suppose the love you share for novels, along with the Don's* wife, was a selling point. She was most keen on sending you," He cocks his head to the pile of books at his feet, "this. She said it'd make a good Valentines' gift, since I've been poor at accompanying you these few months."

"That sounds perfect. We're both suckers for romances."

As you sink into his embrace, the tattoo once again burns, but it's not the passionate, red-hot zealous heat. It's warm, comforting, like a hot chocolate in winter.

He sighs. "Happy Valentines', love. I'm going to lose my girl to a bunch of fictional mafia men again?"

"You know it."

"I still don't understand why. You have one right here, next to y-"

"Softer! Do you want the whole town to hear you?"

fin.

*Don = the highest role in an organised crime family

thank you for reading 💟

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eobe · 2 months ago

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Happy Valentine's Day to you all 🥰✨ARC trooper Echo CT-1409 is CT-1402 today and he's coming for you 😽 Get SHOT! 😎💘

Big shout-out to @lonewolflupe's wholesome Valentine's event 💘 Spread love, send messages, melt and drown in sugar, because you're the most loving and supportive community I've never dared to dream of 🥰

A close up, why it’s Echo, the targets and the inevitable ramble below the cut… 🏹

I always get grumpy and blushing when too much pink, glitter, candy and stuff, but deep inside I can't help myself and yield cuteness overload dopamining 🫠✨

ARC trooper Echo is on duty for this day and he won't do a job without the best and most badass gear! ✨😈 He even borrowed himself a winged sky trooper jetpack and Omega’s bow, but only because he can 😎✨ But Maker, he's allowed, he deserves and it's Echo! 💕

Have a closer look. I never did lighting like this before! 🤩 I don't know if it's accurate – I just thought and tried to imagine of how materials would reflect, how much and where and in which angle 🤯✨

I had fun and some frustration figuring his pose! First, he's with the jetpack, what to do with the legs?

Second, as I'm an archer myself, I wanted to give him a good archer posture, but he has a scomp too! +50 skill, +50 difficulty, +100 badassity. Good thing he can hook in this bow-ring of the Zygerrian design and I'm aware that there are many little inaccurate things to find, but I'm still a drawing Padawan, not a master 😂🫶

Third, angles. Can‘t tell what it is exactly. Something worm's eye view, little mortals on the ground looking up to sweet doom coming down from the aurora skies 🤩✨🧡❤️🩷💜✨

But I‘m actually a proud little drawing Padawan looking at this artwork at all 😱 Echo, you're worth the hours. Fandom, you even more. Get ECHOed, cuties 🫶 And everyone, who sees this! 💘

My headcanon, why it has to be Echo:

(Domino Squad at the Barracks)

Echo: No! NO, I don’t want to! Hevy: Vod, it HAS to be you! Echo: This just... isn’t fair! Droidbait: What‘s your problem, brother – I can’t do it, I‘d manage to get shot with this myself! Cutup: And besides that you‘re not as half as cute as Echo! Echo: (teeth gritted) hrrr… shutup cutup! Fives: Echo, they’re right AND you’re the only one around who has the number CT-140... Echo: (interrupting) YOU are the one who always echoes that were NOT our numbers, not me! Why don't YOU be named "Echo", huh? Fives: (handing Echo the Cupid bow, doing huge puppy eyes) Vod – yes, we‘re not numbers, but being Cupid CT-1402 is actually a good thing and... not matter any numbers, you're just the best of us all. 💕🏹 Cutup: … And you really can’t hand this Droidbait! All: Shut up, Cutup!

Targets, that volunteered 😎💘:

@eclec-tech – Writing owl twin, always having a spicy caf for me, managing to inspire me into colorful dimensions and owling with meee 🧡✨ @clonethirstingisreal – My warmhearted friend, always encouraging 🥰🫶 @vrycurious – One of my most supportive out of the box thinking moots 🤩🫶 Targets, that kind of volunteered 💞👀:

@returnofthepineapple – Sweet Piña 🍍🥰 'STOKED' hehe! @freesia-writes – Cute! 😻 Side eying too loud in the reblog 👀 @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf – Hot chick calling me bb 😽🌹💋 @523rdrebel – hehehe 😏 'can't wait' @littletroggo – Cute moot doing cute art and also ‘can't wait' 🥰✨ @cw80831 – Most proper tagging support! 🤩✨ Targets, that are locked in my crosshair 🤪💞✨:

@ghostymarni – Sweet vod 💗 Queen of Chaos, holding my beer 🍺💘 @wings-and-beskargam – Chaos twin vod 💙🫶🩵 endlessly patient and giving, lovely soul 💘 Targets, that won't get away 😎💘✨:

@lonewolflupe – Double tag, double target, double shot 🤩🏹💖💘 Get ECHOed thoroughly 😏💞🦾 Thank you for everything – you KNOW what I'm thanking you for and will never stop being thankful 🥰 🫠

@foxwithadarkside – no words needed but anyway 😎🏹✨ Muse, art collab witch, badass, quality talk, thank you 💘😽

General volunteering targets: @bixlasagna @sunshinesdaydream @covert1ntrovert @general-ida-raven @dystopicjumpsuit @chaicilatte @groguandthebadbatch @ladylucksrogue @spaceyjessa @morerandombullshit

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vyxated · 9 months ago

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Chalk'd UI - Lovestruck Update [26 July 2024]

Before downloading this new update, please remove old versions and clear any caches!

Main Mod Page & Patreon post

Current version: Lovestruck EP + July 25 emergency patch

+ Updated for the Lovestruck EP patch and the follow-up emergency patch. Now requires the latest UI Cheats Extension v1.42.1.

+ Added dark mode for the new Cupid's Corner panel and its phone icon 💘 Also updated the Social Bunny phone icon.

+ Updated CAS & GUI files to fix the loading issue and include the new Romantic Boundaries panel and Copy button. Now entering CAS should no longer stops your game.

+ Updated Game Options file to include the new Safe for Streaming UI in the Music tab.

+ Updated several Live Mode related UIs and fixed the issue of not being able to access the Simology panel and getting an empty Aspiration selection menu.

+ Added more phone icon overrides for other mods. Will be found in its own SFS folder to pick & choose.

Basemental mods (18+)

adeepindigo mods

SimRealist mods

// Mod Compatibility Info

With TMEX's new searchable menu mods, there are now more files that conflict with his mods which I've separated and placed in the Additional Files folder for you to remove and avoid conflicts. If you don't use his mod(s), you can keep the Standalone files and only remove the TMEX_Compatible files to avoid duplicates ^^ If you want to use his mods, remove the conflicting Standalone files. You can find out more in the README text found in the folder.

Thank you for your patience 💞 will be back in a day or two as I work on the Sims 2 UI and release it!

let me know if there are issues in case I missed it ~_~

#chalk'd ui #dl update

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toriafiction · 25 days ago

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💘Cass plays Cupid💘

Cass gets into a friendly competition with Jason, where they have to slightly up each other's normal workout routines by adding a little extra challenge to it.

The point isn't to make it too difficult to where your opponent fails. It's to gently push them to safely go a bit further and up the workout.

They have been at it for a while, and Jason is soaked in sweat. His shirt starts sticking to him uncomfortably, and finally, he has to take it off, but everything is going great. They are working hard but having fun. Both of them are riding an endorphin high and ready for the next round when what Cass has been waiting for finally happens.

Dick enters the cave.

Cass calls Dick over and challenges Jason to do push-ups with Dick's added weight on his back. Both boys hesitate, but neither of them backs down.

Jason drops to the floor and gets into position. Dick goes to sit sideways on his back, but Cass stops him.

"No. Off balance that way," she tries to explain. Then she directs Dick to straddle Jason's lower back and hips and lean up and brace his hands on his shoulders.

"Better weight distribution. Better balance," she says with a nod.

The parameters are set so that Cass will keep count, but Jason is supposed to keep going until he "feels done" or Cass calls a stop.

As soon as Jason starts Dick knows he's in trouble. Jason's half-naked and hot and sweaty underneath him. Dick arches over him with his hands sliding on his slick skin where he is trying to brace himself on his shoulders.

Jason rises and falls, and his muscles flex and ripple. Dick can not only see it. He can feel it through his own thin workout shorts and under his hands.

Jason goes up and down again, and Dick finds he has to shift his weight and move with him to keep his balance. Jason has started making grunts and groans of effort, his breathing heavy and labored. Dick's breathing matches his for entirely different reasons.

Dick tries to think pure thoughts, and when that fails, he tries to think of something anything unsexy.

It's impossible with Jason moving beneath him, and Dick realizes he is achingly hard. His face burns, and he isn't even sure if it's from arousal or embarrassment. Jason rises again, and Dick shifts his hips and whimpers. Jason's rhythm stutters, then resumes.

Dick can't help it. His thoughts keep getting dirtier, and then he is full-on fantasizing about them in a very different scenario. Dick completely forgets about Cass. He can't even hear her quiet counting anymore.

Jason moves beneath him, and Dick moves with him, and a sound dangerously like a moan slips out.

Jason falls.

Dick scrambles up hopelessly, trying to hide his hard-on in his tight workout shorts.

“I'm going to go come in— No! Take a shower! I am going to go take a shower,” Dick babbles desperately as he all but runs away.

Cass pets Jason's hair as they watch Dick leave.

“He is upset,” Cass tells him. “You should go help him come in the shower.” She finishes with a wink as she stands and turns to go upstairs.

“Lock the door,” she calls over her shoulder.

Jason has never heard a more perfect goodbye.

#dick grayson #jason todd #nightwing #red hood #jaydick #dickjay #cassandra cain #cassandra wayne #black bat #batgirl #work in progress #my work #ao3 fanfiction #about my fics #ao3 author #batfamily shenanigans #batfam shenanigans

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yokumirumerafan · 22 days ago

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Reader is actually their partner,lover,s/o ya know. Who has a love quirk? Like reader is basically mitsuri from demon slayer, execpt they have the quirk of love and is basically cupid? But the drawbacks are that reader gets extremely needy and needs affection/love at all times as a recharge whenever they use their quirk so basically they're always throwing themselves on their dear lover boy. Mha boys fluff fic?

💣 Bakugo Katsuki

He pretends he’s annoyed, but this man is secretly so soft for your affection.

“Oi, dumbass—get off me already.” also him five seconds later: pulling you closer by the waist.

If you come back from using your quirk and just flop into his arms with a “Kaaatsuuu~ I need your loveee 🥺” 🔥Instantly scoops you up bridal style and grumbles, “Tch… fine. Come here, needy little Cupid.”

If anyone sees him cuddling you like a teddy bear—he’s exploding them.

You: literally laying on top of him like a weighted blanket Bakugo: grumpy but not moving an inch because he loves it

⚡ Denki Kaminari

You don’t even have to say you’re low on energy. He just senses it.

“BABE?! BABE DO YOU NEED CUDDLES?? I GOT YOU—INCOMING!!” tackles you with affection

He LOVES being your human charger. Will hold your hand for 5 hours straight if you need it.

“You recharge with kisses right? Better smooch me quick before you pass out!”

Constantly insists on matching outfits with little heart motifs. You are now the “love couple” of U.A.

You: slumped dramatically on the floor Denki: wraps you in a blanket burrito “THIS IS AN EMERGENCY LOVE ZONE.”

🧠 Shinsou Hitoshi

Lowkey confused at first like… “Wait. Your quirk… drains you unless I give you snuggles?”

You: wide-eyed nodding like a kitten

He gets it real quick tho. You love hard. And he may not say it often, but he loves it.

“C’mere you clingy little gremlin…” pulls you onto his lap and pets your hair till you fall asleep

If he sees you looking all tired and pouty after using your quirk, he just silently opens his arms like 🫂 “Cuddle time. Let’s go.”

You call him “sleepy Cupid’s favorite pillow” and he pretends to roll his eyes—but secretly makes sure he’s always available for your recharge naps.

🎧 Sero Hanta

He thinks your quirk is the coolest thing EVER—like the Cupid theme?? The vibes?? He loves it.

“You’re literally my love-powered girlfriend. You’re my battery-operated babygirl.”

Hangs heart-shaped charms on your stuff. Has a shirt that says “Property of Cupid” as a JOKE but wears it like every other day.

If you cling to him while he's mid-convo, he’ll just be like “Sorry, important business,” and pull you into his lap.

“Need your fix, huh?” he teases, kissing your nose. “One cuddle latte coming up, extra whipped cream.”

🪨 Kirishima Eijiro

The perfect boyfriend for Cupid!Reader.

“Aw babe, you used your quirk again, huh? Come get your hugs!!” LIFTS you like a teddy bear and spins you around

He builds you a little “Recharge Nest” of pillows and blankets where he just spoils you until you feel like a person again.

“I think it’s manly to be affectionate!! You don’t gotta be ashamed of needing love, babe!”

He gets all shy if you shower him with kisses back tho. He’s so touch-starved but hides it with that big ol' smile.

Always ready to snuggle, no matter what. Rainy day? Cuddles. Sunshine? Cuddles. Tuesday? CUDDLES.

💞 Mina Ashido (FOR YOUR MY ASS 💕)

SHE'S OBSESSED. Like. You're her clingy, sparkly lil' angel and she’s EATING. IT. UP.

“BABY YOU’RE LIKE A LOVE MAGICAL GIRL 🥹💘 this is the cutest quirk ever I’m gonna cry”

If she sees your energy dipping? She screeches “EMERGENCY!! MY BABY’S LOVE TANK IS LOW!!”

Braids little heart beads into your hair, makes matching outfits, carries snacks and affection like a ✨prepared girlfriend✨

“Don’t worry bb I gotchu—kissies and cuddles coming right up!! 💋💋💋”

Literally carries you in her arms like a princess when your “love battery” is low. Drama queens in LOVE 💅

🟢 Izuku Midoriya

This boy has NOTES about your quirk and your recharge needs. He wants to make sure you’re emotionally supported 24/7.

“Y/N, I made a schedule so you never run out of love energy!! I have it labeled cuddle times, affirmation moments, and kiss breaks—!”

You: clinging to him in your koala form Izuku: 🥺 “You’re just like All Might in his weakened state, I must protect you—!!!”

Gives you the softest forehead kisses and mutters “I love you” like every five minutes.

If you fall asleep mid-recharge on his chest, he won’t move for hours. Not even for All Might himself.

❄️ Shoto Todoroki

Extremely confused at first. “So… you need to constantly receive affection or you’ll pass out?” pause “That’s manageable.”

Literally becomes your cuddle thermostat. Cold arm? Cool your face. Warm arm? Warm your back. Perfect nap conditions.

Very subtle, but you start to notice: He always reaches for your hand first. He holds you a little tighter when you’re tired. He blushes, but he lets you cling.

“I don’t mind if you need me. Actually... I like that you do.”

You once kissed his nose and said “I’m recharging, bby,” and he just blinked and went “Do it again.” 😭

💤 Aizawa Shouta

Tired dad + clingy Cupid = honestly the perfect slow-burn love story

At first, he’s like “…as long as your quirk doesn’t interfere with hero work, it’s fine.”

Then he finds himself letting you snuggle into his sleeping bag every time you're drained like it's the most normal thing on Earth.

“You’re lucky I’m used to needy brats.” says this while rubbing your back until you fall asleep in his lap

Starts giving you lil kisses on your head whenever you “recharge” without even thinking.

You make his heart grow 3 sizes but SHHHH he’ll never admit it (but he does bring you tea and blanket you like a burrito)

🕸️ Shigaraki Tomura

“Wha—why are you hanging off me like some lovesick kitten???”

You: “Because I used my quirk and now I need cuddlessss 🥺💘”

Him: “That’s dumb.” also him after 5 seconds: slowly wraps you in his hoodie and rests his chin on your head

He’s actually kind of addicted to being needed. It makes him feel important. Special.

“No one gets to recharge you but me, got it? You’re mine.”

When you call him “my spooky little lovebug” he threatens violence but blushes violently too.

🔥 Dabi

Oh he LOVES that you're a clingy little chaos baby

“So lemme get this straight. You go around makin’ people fall in love, but then come cryin’ to me like a kicked puppy if you don’t get affection back?”

You: nods dramatically while nuzzling into his hoodie

“...Damn. That’s hot.” 😭

He teases the HELL out of you but he gives you all the love you want and more

Will act like it's soooo annoying, but he's holding your hand under the table, whispering “you good, baby?” into your hair, and letting you warm up next to his fire whenever you're drained

Secretly takes pictures of you asleep on his chest and sets one as his lock screen. Don't tell anyone or he will combust.

🐦 Hawks

“Awwww you need cuddles?? Baby, I was born for this.”

LITERALLY THE MOST CLINGY BACK. He gives what you give and THEN SOME.

Will fly you to the clouds just to cuddle on a rooftop with stars around.

Says “I love you” every five minutes and means it.

The best recharge for you?? HIM WRAPPING YOU IN HIS WINGS.🪽

🦐 Tamaki Amajiki

“Y-you need what?? A-affection?! O-okay, okay! I’ll try!”

Panics. Turns into a tomato. But still does it because HE LOVES YOU.

He’s shy, but will hold your hand under the table, sneak kisses when no one’s looking.

When you’re visibly tired after using your quirk, he wraps you up in a blanket and cuddles you silently.

Mumbles love confessions into your hair while you sleep 😭💘

☀️ Mirio Togata

“You’re tired, sunshine? No problem! Love incoming!”

FULL ON BOYFRIEND MODE ACTIVATED. He treats you like royalty.

Gives you piggyback rides, dances around the kitchen with you, and smothers you in affection 24/7.

He’s so upbeat that his love recharges you 10x faster.

“You used your quirk? Then you get unlimited kisses today!”

🦅 Tokoyami Fumikage

“…Darkness is eternal, but your love is…bright.”

LMAOO he’s dramatic but SO SOFT. Thinks you’re ethereal.

Let’s you snuggle into his cape like a little burrito of love.

Writes poems about you and reads them while you recharge in his arms.

Dark Shadow makes fun of him, but secretly helps plan cuddles.

🧼 Overhaul

“Tch. You’re so clingy. Disgusting. soft sigh Come here.”

He's sooo tsundere about it. Won’t admit he loves it.

But you catch him cleaning up a whole space just so you two can snuggle safely.

Will hold you gently and stroke your hair like it’s a ritual.

You’re the only one allowed to touch him freely. That alone shows how much he loves you.

#mha #mha headcanons #mha x reader #mha scenarios #mha boys #mha x y/n #mha x you #merafan

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forbebeandjam · 2 months ago

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Silly Cupid Crush | Bada Lee x Fem Reader | fluff

Summary: First time Cupid risk everything for love.

A/N: something I whipped up while crying in the car. I was too sad to make an angst so I made a fluff. Hope you like it! Oh! And happy love day!!💗

🪽💘💞

You walked the streets lonely and heart broken. It was around this time of year, your lover passed away. It left you broken and sad. You never ever wanted to fall in love again.

Behind you, trailed an angel named Bada. She watched your days go by with the same routine.

Home to work. Work to home. She watched you cry every night and she hated that she was unable to do anything. After all, all of her power and arrows didn’t work. At least not until February 14.

That’s right. She was your personal Cupid. She had gotten an earful from her higher up for making you fall in love with someone with such short life.

The good thing about it lived that she had learned from her mistakes and as she watched you for the entire year she learned more about you. Besides February 14th was the next day. She wanted to make you happy and see you enjoy your life to the fullest. She wanted to caress your face and hug you on stormy nights.

She… wanted you. Cupid fell in love with you. But she knew it all went against the rules. She watched you sleep peacefully with the same furrowed brows as if you were having nightmares and she placed her hand in your chest like every night, giving you a bit of ease in your sleep.

You woke up and followed your routine to go to work. Pink and red filled the entire world making you feel a bit sad but you ignored it and went to work. When you arrived, you noticed a small note and a box on your desk.

This did not make your Cupid too happy. She got jealous and she turned into cartoonish shade of red. She knew who it was from, but she hated him for it. And she hated that it was her next task to get you and the boy together.

She got her arrow ready as you looked around the room. And she pointed at you waiting for your eyes to land on the said person. She was about to lose you…

She knew what she had to do but she knew it would cost her everything she had.

So she stood in front of you. She took her arrow and pointed it directly at you as she held another arrow straight to her heart and in the blink of an eye, the arrow was piercing right through her.

You blinked a couple of times and she collapsed on the floor from the pain she felt.

“Bada, are you okay?” She said as she ran to help you up. You held her arms as the pain started to fade away. Then it hit you. She said your name and she was touching you.

“You… you know me?” She asked and you tilted your head in confusion.

“Babe, of course I do. Come on. Let’s get you some water,” she said. Your coworkers surrounded her. Your brushed them off and help Bada.

“I did it. I really did it,” she said holding her hand to her heart and once you two were in her office she grabbed your face and looked at her in a bit of shock.

“I love you. I love you so much,” she said. She kisses your lips and hugged you tightly.

“I love you too, Bada. Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked. Her mind was flooded with memories of your past girlfriend. She had transformed from a Cupid Angel to a human. Your girlfriend.

“I couldn’t be better,” she kissed you one last time before walking holding your hand and ditching work.

You spend the entire day with her, doing fun things and buying her gifts, making sure she was the happiest she could be.

All thanks to a silly Cupid crush

Thank you for reading🩵

#forbebeandjam #honeybee156 #street woman fighter 2 #swf2 #bebe #bada lee #lgbt #jam republic #street woman fighter x reader #bada lee x reader #bada lee fluff #bada lee imagine #Cupid #valentines day

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theshypinkflower · 2 months ago

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I GIVE ZERO SHITS IF IT'S JANUARY

I REFUSE TO WAIT ON FEBRUARY 💘

So how would valentines day go for The main four in tpof (Mason, Fox, Celia, and Derek) ? + (Matt, Sal, Rhino, Kangaroo, and YOUR VERSION OF Cain bc poopy EP cain sucks?) ♥︎

congrats i waited til february lmao

Mason (assuming you some how miraculously survive and he romances you):

Nice romantic evening in the woods together!

Enjoying the sunset, nice quiet strolls together

Of course the most stunning sketch of you and carving the two of you into little wood figurines, perfect over the fire art piece

Hearty meal fit for the two of you (cooked by none other than him)

Either the nastiest sex with his hunting knife to your throat or cuddling until he finally starts snoring (you can hear his snore for miles)

Fox:

There's gonna be a show...just saying (only fair for all his fans)

He at least gets you a gift! Something cute for you to wear or an adorable plushie for you to hold in your cell

A warm bubble bath after you (hopefully) survive his stream, he scrubs away all the blood until the water itself is red

Movies and snacks!!! He already fucked you (or at the very least got his rocks off) so the rest of the night he takes it easy with you. Besides, even a star needs a treat!

Celia:

It's a split. She's either with you or her husband trying to keep up some normalcy

Wine and talking, once the buzz finally starts kicking in so does sloppy make outs and groping

It's either sex and drunk fondling, or getting the end of her heel kicked into you

She doesn't really like Valentine's day, it ends in disappointment for her. But hey, at least she can drunkenly rant to you while she makes you shove a box of chocolates into your face

Derek:

Hell. If he's not going out with you, then sure as hell has got himself a hot date

Or he's spending the day really torturing you and making a mess

He still gets your a gift! It's lingerie (really a gift for himself)

Honestly the one time he brings in sex toys (other than to overstimulate you and humiliate you)

Matt:

What can I say? Normal Valentine's day

Dinner, gifts, kissing, all the stuff normal people do

Of course he spoils you with some dessert and chocolates <3

If he's utterly ashamed about being seen in public with you then he'll just stay at home with you

Plus he knows where to get the good champagne to celebrate

Salvatore:

Depends on who you are. His wife? Dinner, gifts, treated like a princess (of course you have to pay for all this with letting him have as many rounds as he wants with you)

Brags to all his friends that he was plans for V-day, especially the ones who don't do anything for the holiday

His whore? Yeah be lucky for him to even take you out to dinner. He's just there to do lines off you, beat you, and cum on you

Rhino (assuming you don't mind kids):

Its usually something super fun, like an amusement park or an arcade (it's mostly so his daughter can come along and not feel excluded by her dad having a date)

Still, it's fun. Nice dinner included! You all go to a sit down restaurant and eat together

Once she's put to bed and you two finally have some privacy, bro is giving the best fingering before getting freaky

He's such a gentle giant you really should marry him

Kangaroo:

Like Rhino, it's usually something fun! But it's with the intent that the both of you can enjoy it

Hatchet throwing, paintball, there's usually a competitive edge to it

Whoever wins gets to do whatever filthy act they crave that night!

It always ends with his tongue inside you, just saying

Bro is a bit TOO good with his tongue

SPEACIAL BONUS!

Cain:

The biggest romantic ever! He's serenading you with love songs, poems, he's literally like cupid! It's basically his job to be a romancer!

Valentine's is literally his favorite holiday

He's so good with words, he's all about seducing you and truly romancing you before being intimate ("making love" as he says it)

V-day isn't complete without slow dancing with you to a song you both love (something vintage and sweet)

Hurting you and being hurt is the greatest form of love and affection to him! Pain is just so much more intimate than his poems or his cards or his flowers

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corroded-hellfire · 1 year ago

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With Eliza at school and Luke nervous about a little girl a thought came to me.

How would Eddie react when Eliza came home and I just talked about a boy giving her things, like a picture of them holding hands?

And Luke talking to reader, asking how her dad made her fall in love with him.

Obviously you don't have to do this if you don't want to.

I love you.

This request just seemed like the perfect one for @munson-blurbs and me to write for Valentine's Day. I hope you enjoy and that Cupid shoots all of you in your wonderful butts with an arrow 💘

Warnings: smut, oral, f receiving, male masturbation, pregnant!reader, older!eddie

Words: 2.6k

[As You Wish masterlist]

Little Eliza Munson slides her glittery green Little Mermaid backpack off and sets it down on the coffee table in the living room. Her small Mary Janes had been kicked off near the front door and now she tucks her pink sock-clad feet beneath her as she unzips the bag.

First out comes the folder that her homework is always secured safely inside. Keeping with the theme of Disney Princesses, a smiling Mulan stares up at Eliza as she opens the folder. Before she can get to her homework though, a drawing slips out and floats down onto the carpet next to her. Heaving a sigh and rolling her brown doe eyes in annoyance, she snaps the folder closed as Luke traipses into the room.

Drawings weren’t uncommon in the Munson household. In fact, there was probably a drawing from every member of the family hanging on the over-crowded fridge. But as Luke glimpsed this slightly crumpled paper next to his sister on the navy carpet, he knew he didn’t recognize the style—or lack thereof—from anyone in the house.

“Liza, whatcha got?” he asks his sister.

“A drawing from my boyfriend,” Eliza replies, nonchalantly.

A loud bang and a murmured “shit” from the kitchen has Luke snorting in amusement at what was obviously their dad’s reaction to Eliza’s little announcement.

“Oooh, Liza likes a boooooy!” Luke teases as he walks over towards her. He bends over to pick the drawing up, but Eliza snatches it and slams it down on the table in front of her before he can.

The little girl wrinkles her nose in disgust. “Ew, no! I don’t like him. He’s always eating sand from the sandbox.”

Ryan pokes his head in from the kitchen, his mouth full of food like he hasn’t eaten in days. “Hey, Luke used to do that.” He strolls over to his siblings. Luke glares at his older brother as he continues speaking. “When did you finally stop? Last month, right?” Eliza giggles and it diverts Ryan’s attention back to her. “Then why is he your boyfriend if you don’t like him?” The oldest Munson sibling takes a seat down on the floor next to the little girl. He tilts his head as he inspects the drawing the boy made for her. Ryan is able to make out that it’s supposed to be Eliza holding someone’s hand—presumably the boy who drew it. The little hearts around their heads in reds, pinks, and purples add the final touch.

Eliza shrugs. “Cuz he said so.”

“Who said what?” Eddie asks as he comes into the living room. He’s caught wind of what’s going on from being just on the other side of the wall in the kitchen, but he doesn’t wanna come in ready to send this four-year-old boy with a crush on his daughter to Siberia. “Please don’t tell me you listened to Luke again. Didn’t you learn your lesson when we had to unglue those shoes from your feet?”

Luke throws his arms in the air. “Why am I being attacked like this today? You know what, I’m going to find the one person in this family who actually likes me.”

Ryan smirks to himself and can’t help adding, “Wormy Munson died when you were four, dude. He’s long gone.”

Luke flips him the bird as he walks out of the room. Eddie crouches down and looks over the drawing with Ryan when Luke returns with you in tow.

“It’s them,” Luke says in a whiney voice, pointing to his older brother and father.

You sigh and shake your head as you rest your hand on your swollen belly. “Why are you all picking on my son?” You wrap your arms around Luke the best you can in your heavily pregnant state and press a kiss to the side of his head. “My little angel did nothing wrong.”

“Yeah,” Luke adds petulantly, and it transports you back to when he was five. Ryan rolls his eyes and Eddie lets out a bark of laughter. Even Eliza isn’t buying it. Luke pretends to recover from his ordeal and turns to the little girl. “Okay, Eliza,” he says to his sister, “tell Mom what you just told us.”

“My boyfriend drawed me a picture, but he’s gross and I don’t like him.”

“He’s only her boyfriend because he said he was,” Ryan tells you.

“Honey,” you say with a soft sigh, “if you don’t like someone, you can say ‘no, thank you.’”

“And if he doesn’t listen, you can always hit him with the one-two.” Luke demonstrates by punching the air.

Eddie shakes his head and waves his hands in front of him. “Absolutely not.” You breathe a sigh of relief that he’s putting an end to Luke’s bad advice until he says, “you gotta kick, too. Aim for the—”

“Okay, that’s enough violence for our four-year-old, thank you very much.” You waddle your way into the kitchen and open the cupboard to find one of the few boxes that haven’t been ravaged by teenage boys. “Who wants fruit snacks?”

“Not Liza’s boyfriend,” Ryan snickers. “He’s still full from all the sand.”

Luke looks at you for a moment but doesn’t speak until you’ve handed a pouch of fruit snacks to Eliza. “Was Dad your first boyfriend?”

Eddie wraps his arms around your growing middle. “No, but I was her last,” he teases, kissing your cheek with an exaggerated mwah!

The boys mirror each other with their grossed-out faces. Luke shakes it off though and playfully nudges his father out of the way with his shoulder.

“So then how did he make you fall in love with him instead of with another boy?” he asks.

An instinct is telling you that there’s more behind this line of questioning than simple curiosity of your and Eddie’s relationship, but you know better than to pry in front of his siblings—or his dad, for that matter.

Taking advantage of the others being occupied by the snack, you tug Luke towards the front of the living room and plop down on a couch with him. You’re facing him as much as you can with a seven-month pregnant belly, adjusting to a comfortable position.

“So, what do you want to know?” you start off asking Luke, keeping your eagerness to a minimum. The last thing you want to do is scare him away by seeming too excited.

“Well, like…” Luke looks down and picks at a loose thread on his sock. “What made you want to be with dad? Like, you were in college when you two met. There were all those college guys, but you wanted dad. Why? What did he do to…get your attention, I guess?”

Your memory flashes back to when you first met Eddie. It feels like you’re watching a mini movie in your brain about how the two of you ended up together, a reel that wouldn’t be allowed on cable TV. The story isn’t exactly something you want to tell your son, so you comb through to find the bits that can be given as advice.

“What did he do to get my attention?” You shrug and shake your head. “There wasn’t something he specifically did that made me want to be with him. It was a bunch of things that make up who he is. The first thing that caught my attention though was seeing how great of a dad he is to you two boys. You guys just adored him, and he’d do anything for you. It melted my heart.”

Luke chews on his lower lip as he considers your words. “So, there wasn’t something that he…bought you or anything?” He scrunches up his nose in contemplation.

“Luke,” you say with a kind chuckle. “You can’t buy someone’s affection.” When he stays silent, you decide to press your luck. “Is there any particular reason you’re asking?”

His cheeks go pink; it makes you think how bashfulness is an odd look on the boy who is seemingly unfazed by everything.

“There’s, um, this girl at school. And I was gonna ask her to the Valentine’s dance, but I don’t wanna look like an idiot.”

You smile. Mystery solved. Honestly, you should have known that Luke would be experiencing these kinds of feelings sooner rather than later. “Part of liking someone is taking that risk,” you tell him. “Although I highly doubt you’ll look like an idiot.”

“Yeah, I guess.” He shrugs, not fully satisfied with that response. “I just don’t wanna do too much, but I also don’t wanna do too little.”

The gift question makes more sense now. Usually, Luke’s gift-giving was reserved for birthdays or bribery, but it looks like he was making an exception to the rule.

“Well, maybe you could get her a rose? Just one, not a whole bouquet,” you suggest. “And then you can ask her to the dance.”

“You think that will work?” Luke asks, a nervous quiver in his voice.

It breaks your heart to see him this anxious, and you wish you could make certain that his plan will be successful.

“Since I don’t know this girl, all I can say is that it should work. And if it doesn’t, she’s not worth your time because she doesn’t realize how thoughtful and caring you are.” You think for a second and then add, “not to mention hilarious.”

“And devastatingly handsome,” he quips with a straight face, making you giggle.

“Of course, that too.”

Your youngest son stands up from the couch and presses a kiss to the top of your hair. Pregnancy hormones have you tearing up as you remember when you used to do that to him.

“Thanks, Ma.”

Luke helps you off the couch and as you walk closer to the kitchen you can hear your husband and daughter conversing.

Eddie stands in front of Eliza with a serious expression. “Now, what do we tell boys we don’t like when they like you?”

“No, thanks!”

“Right!” He offers her his hand, and she slaps him five. “And now what do we tell boys if you do like them?”

Eliza thinks for a moment before remembering the answer. “I got a tall Daddy and crazy big brothers.”

“That’s my girl!”

Luke walks past and chimes in. “Tell them one of your brothers went insane from scurvy. Like it seeped into his brain and turned him into a flesh-eating zombie.”

The little girl makes a grossed-out face, giggling when Eddie gently slaps him upside the head. As if wanting to join in, you feel a kick from within your belly.

“You wanna know how I snagged this gorgeous lady?” Eddie puts an arm around you and looks at Luke. “Turned on the ol’ Munson charm. It’s irresistible.”

The comment about his irresistible charm plays on a loop all evening. Once the kids go to bed, it’s time for you to see if you can whip up some charm of your own.

While Eddie brushes his teeth, you strip down to nothing. Well, nothing but the necklace he gave you on the night you two first slept together. The night you’d finally felt him inside you after months of using your own fingers and pretending it was him. The night he promised to knock you up with his babies.

Mission accomplished.

He walks back into the bedroom, his eyes immediately drawn to the pendant resting between your milk-filled breasts.

“Jesus, baby.” He practically flies into bed and starts kissing you. His burgeoning erection presses against your thigh through his boxers.

You tilt your head slightly, so he knows to move his lips to your neck. “Been thinkin’ about you, Eds. How good you treat me, how loved you make me feel…”

Eddie’s fingers find your clit and make precise circular motions. “Always gonna treat you good. Like my goddamn princess.” His mouth finds your collarbone. “The way you look when you’re pregnant…god damn.”

Smiling, you start to push yourself up, but he shakes his head. “I wanna spoil you tonight.” He positions himself between your thighs, licking a gentle stripe up your folds. “Tastes so fuckin’ sweet. Here, see for yourself.” He leans over your stomach and kisses you so you can taste your own arousal on his tongue.

“‘S all about you tonight,” Eddie promises. He lowers himself back down and buries his nose in your pubic hair. His tongue glides over your clit, softly at first, but gradually increases in pressure.

“Mhm, y-yes. R-Right there,” you murmur, relishing in the build-up to the stimulation.

Eddie’s hips rut against the mattress as he wraps his arms around your thighs to pull himself closer to you. The feeling of your fingers tangling in his hair has him surging towards painfully hard.

The soft moans and whimpers that float from your sweet lips break Eddie’s resolve and he reaches down to wrap a hand around his aching cock. He strokes himself in time with the flicks of his tongue over your aroused clit.

“Eddie…Eddie—oh!” You throw your head back against the pillows. A pleasant warmth grows within you and it has you arching your back, legs tightening around your husband’s head.

“Gonna cum,” you whimper.

“That’s my girl,” Eddie says against your dripping, throbbing pussy. “Cum for me, princess.”

Sparks dance in your vision as your orgasm breaks over you. It makes its way throughout your body, curling into every corner until it feels the absolute euphoria that Eddie brought you.

Trying to catch your breath, you watch with dark eyes as Eddie pushes himself up to his knees. You know what he wants, so you lay down as flat as you can so it’s easier for him to crawl over you.

Eddie’s still fisting his cock, the tip angry and leaking precum. He manages to straddle your body and braces himself with one hand pressed on the mattress right beside your head. His other hand works over his cock until the rhythm becomes erratic—your husband’s telltale sign that he’s about to cum. You only encourage this by arching your back and presenting your enlarged breasts and rounded stomach to him.

With one final growl, Eddie releases over your bare skin. You watch as the pearly white lines make patterns across your belly with each pump of his fist over his cock. There’s so much and you love it.

Once he’s finally spent, Eddie collapses down on the bed next to you. You miss when he’d just fall down onto you after sex, but the growing in your womb has put a pin in that for the time being.

Neither you nor Eddie want to clean his cum from your body, but Eddie grabs his boxers and takes his time in cleaning you. If he went over your nipples more than once or maybe give a tit a squeeze here and there, what of it?

After a few attempts, you manage to roll onto your side so you’re lying face to face with your husband. He leans in closer and gently presses his nose against yours.

“You always make me feel so good,” you say softly.

Eddie smiles and it makes your heart kick up. That smile will never lose its magic.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Eddie replies sleepily.

You lean in the last few inches and press your lips against Eddie’s.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” you say.

“It’s not Valentine's Day yet,” Eddie says with a soft chuckle.

“True,” you say as you curl up into his chest. “But I don’t need that day to tell you and show you how much I love you.”

“You’re right, sweetheart.” Eddie smiles and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re my Valentine every day.”

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loversrockx0 · 3 months ago

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matthew sturniolo x y/n

series | playing cupid 💘 part two

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Library Cupid 📚💘 - Part 4, Final Chapter

Genre: College!AU, Library!AU, Fluff

Pairing: Kang Ha Neul x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: None

Part 1, 2, 3, 4 | Words: 3,494

At first, Ha Neul had been excited when he'd arrived at the front desk and seen a copy of Among Others lying there. That was the book you were reading!

But then he'd checked the book in and saw that it was the exact book you were reading -- or had been reading.

You'd returned it. Without seeing or speaking to him.

And when he lifted up the front cover, there was no familiar pink sticky note, no message in your familiar handwriting.

This had to mean you'd hated the book, right? He had to admit, he was surprised by that.

But still. It was odd that you hadn't even waited for him or sought him out to say 'hello' and maybe (hopefully) ask for another recommendation.

It was so odd, in fact, that the rest of his day felt off-kilter.

He'd been so looking forward to seeing you again, not to mention hearing your thoughts on the book and if you agreed that the main character reminded you of yourself.

If you had agreed, or if you'd at least liked the book, then he would've taken that as a sign to try and get closer to you. He wanted to be your friend, and it felt like the natural time to attempt to deepen your relationship.

Okay, if he was being completely honest, he wanted to be more than your friend. But, if reading had taught him anything, it was that the friends-to-lovers trope was always the most realistic!

But now that you'd left your book without staying for your usual conversation, he would have to scrap his original plan and think of what else he could do to show his interest (besides the sticky notes he left in your books, that is).

For the rest of the evening, Ha Neul watched the door of the library, hoping you would walk in and apologize for missing him earlier -- not that you needed to apologize for anything, but you catch my drift.

You didn't, though. No matter how hard he visualized you walking through the door, you didn't.

So, when he went home for the night, he started to come up with a few alternate plans depending on what happened the next day.

Unfortunately, what happened the next day was... nothing.

You didn't return to the library the next day or the day after that. Ha Neul assured himself that you were most likely busy with your classes! It was actually completely normal for someone to not visit the library two days in a row.

But then two days became three... four... five... a week...

After two weeks of nothing -- two full weeks without seeing you -- Ha Neul was beginning to lose hope. Maybe he should've lost hope already?

As he clocked in for his shift, he made the decision to try one last time. He would ask the head Librarian to keep an eye out for you (he would think of a purely professional reason, of course), and if you didn't come in today... then he would give up. He would try to move on and hope that one day he would find someone else who made him feel the way you had.

A dejected sigh escaped his lips as he slipped through the door of the employee break room, and he sluggishly reached out to start pushing a book cart of returns that needed shelving.

Of course, the first section of books on the top shelf of the cart were mysteries.

He really wasn't looking forward to going into that section, especially since a new shipment of novels had arrived just a few days ago.

All those new books, and you didn't even know!

Ha Neul had just begun to wonder what you were reading now if you weren't reading any of the new mystery novels when he turned down the first of the mystery aisles and almost ran into --

You!

He almost gasped with delight at the sight of you, but he managed to rein it in just in time.

"Y/N," he said instead, beaming over at you. "You're here!"

You had jumped a little when he'd appeared in the aisle, but you were now smiling back at him -- though your smile was a bit strained and awkward.

"Hi," you replied, your voice small and quiet.

"I haven't seen you in a while," Ha Neul continued, deciding to ignore the anxious atmosphere. "I hope everything's okay?"

"Yes, it's fine," you replied, clutching the book you'd been holding to your chest.

"I really wanted to know what you thought about Among Others, but -- maybe it's been too long now."

"It was great. I really liked it."

...That was it?

Ha Neul had become accustomed to your glowing reviews and how you went into detail about what exactly made the book so good in your eyes.

So, for you to just say 'It was great. I really liked it'?

He had to admit, he was disappointed.

For two weeks now, he'd been imagining your reunion when you finally met up in the library again; everything about your interactions had led him to believe that you'd be as happy to see him as he was to see you. That you'd ramble on about the books you'd been reading or how your classes had been keeping you busy or -- or something!

"...Are you sure everything's okay?" he asked, unable to help himself from prying. "You seem --"

"How are you?" you interrupted.

"I -- I'm all right," Ha Neul answered, his disappointment slowly morphing into confusion. Why were you acting so strangely? "I'm just really glad to see you."

Your expression turned slightly more anxious at those words, but Ha Neul couldn't decide if it was a bad anxious or a good anxious.

On the chance it was a good anxious, he added, "I... I missed seeing you every day. I missed talking to you."

You bit the inside of your cheek for a few seconds before replying, your voice almost too soft to hear when you said, "I missed talking to you, too, I just --"

But you cut yourself off and didn't finish the sentence.

"You just what?" Ha Neul asked gently.

There's no way he could go about his day not knowing what you'd been about to say!

"I... I just --" you stammered, your gaze flitting around and avoiding him almost entirely. "I heard... you..."

Ha Neul's heart began to pound inside his chest. What on earth could you be talking about? You heard him... you heard him what?!

"I heard you... Anyway, it doesn't matter," you finished with an incredibly awkward chuckle.

Instinctively, Ha Neul stepped closer to you and reached out, resting a hand on your arm. "No, please tell me," he urged. "It matters to me."

Because it did. If he was the reason you'd stopped visiting the library, he might never forgive himself.

Finally, your eyes met his, wide and glassy with anxiety.

"I heard you talking to someone," you whispered. "They confessed their feelings to you and asked you out, and you accepted."

At first, Ha Neul had no earthly idea what you were talking about. His forehead wrinkled in deep confusion, and he opened his mouth to tell you just that -- "I have no earthly idea what you're talking about."

But then it hit him.

And, now that he remembered, it sure enough had been the same day he'd arrived at the front desk to see your copy of Among Others returned.

"Oh!" he laughed softly, unable to stop himself from smiling. "No, no, they weren't confessing to me. It was a rehearsal!"

And now it was your turn to wear your confusion on your face.

"Let me explain," Ha Neul offered. "You know about the whole Library Cupid thing, right?"

You nodded wordlessly.

"Right. It started out as just book recommendations, but one day, a girl wanted me to fake recommend a book to someone else because she had a crush on her, and that just kind of snowballed into me doing actual matchmaking things here and there while also recommending books, so what you heard was someone wanting to practice confessing and asking out the actual person they have a crush on. Not me! I haven't been on any dates, especially none in the last two weeks, and the only person I would want to ask me out is --"

He only realized that his story had turned to rambling when it was just too late.

"--Y-you."

Your head jerked back, startled by what you'd just heard.

By the expression on Ha Neul's face, he was just as startled as you were.

But then his features relaxed, a soft grin tugged at his lips, and he let his hand fall from your arm.

"...Me?" you managed to ask, wanting to make sure he'd said what you thought he'd said.

"You," he confirmed with a nod. "I've liked you pretty much since I saw you walk through the doors that first evening when you came to ask for more mystery books."

On one hand, you were relieved because -- not only was Ha Neul not dating someone else, but you'd also been correct in assuming that his sticky notes had been getting progressively more than friendly!

On the other hand, you were... shocked. And a little terrified.

But you were sure you'd get over that pretty quickly.

You weren't over it yet, though, so you inhaled deeply, steeling yourself and forcing these words to come out of your mouth: "When I brought Among Others back, I wanted to tell you how much it meant to me for you to say that the main character reminds you of me because you know how much I love books, and no one has ever said anything like that to me before, and I've really never had a close relationship to someone -- my own age, that is. I was always close with the librarians, but they were more like surrogate parents. Or maybe aunts and uncles... Anyway. It meant a lot -- it means a lot. And... I think... I like you, too."

Ha Neul had listened to you with his lips pulled into an unwavering grin, and that grin had only widened when you'd confessed your own feelings for him.

He then reached out and gently took one of your hands off the book you were still clutching to your chest. You offered no resistance, of course, feeling your heart fluttering as he grasped your fingers in his.

"Then... would you like to have dinner with me? Tonight? Or tomorrow or the next day or whenever you're free? Or lunch? Or breakfast?" he asked, and you found it incredibly endearing that he hadn't stopped smiling even to ask you out on a date.

"Dinner tonight would be... lovely," you replied breathlessly.

"And... will you tell me all about what you've been reading lately?" he asked.

You were fairly sure that one question made you fall just a little bit in love with him.

About One Year Later

It was late in the evening on Friday, and as always, you arrived at the library just five minutes before closing time.

As soon as you walked in, you saw that the front desk was unmanned -- nothing particularly out of the ordinary, though. Many times, Ha Neul would still be busy shelving returns or taping up older books the librarian hadn't yet replaced with newer versions.

You would simply wait for him here, as you typically did when he wasn't quite ready to clock out and leave.

But once you got close enough to the front desk, you noticed a sticky note had been placed right in the middle. You didn't immediately think it was meant for you since sticky notes were an incredibly common office supply, especially on a university campus.

But.

Sticky notes held somewhat of a special place in your relationship with Ha Neul.

Even after the two of you started dating, you'd left sticky notes for each other in the library books you checked out and then returned.

As your relationship had progressed during the following months, you'd started leaving sticky notes in each other's school notebooks since the two of you regularly studied together.

And the first time Ha Neul had slept over at your apartment, he'd left a sticky note on your alarm clock -- so, you'd left one for him on his front door the next time you'd gone over to his place.

So, yes, seeing a sticky note left on the front desk of the library did pique your interest.

And, lo and behold, when you arrived at the desk and quickly scanned the small, square piece of paper, you instantly recognized your boyfriend's handwriting.

A grin tugged at your lips when you read Go to the shelf that houses the very first book I recommended to you ♡

Okay, then! And so you would.

You delicately peeled the note off the desk and headed over toward the fantasy section.

When you turned the corner and entered the aisle, you didn't see another sticky note right away. So, you skimmed the shelves until you saw Legends & Lattes and slid it out of its place.

Unsurprisingly, when you opened the front cover, another sticky note greeted you.

It read Cozy nights in with you are one of my favorite things -- just like this cozy story is one of your favorites

That was true. You'd re-read this book a couple of times already.

But what about your favorite mystery?

Oh, this was exciting! Ha Neul had clearly set up a scavenger hunt for you, and you could only speculate what the treasure would be at the end.

Now, onto your favorite mystery novel. The answer was as easy as the first had been because your favorite mystery novel had been -- and likely always would be -- one of the books based on your all-time favorite television show. The 14th in the series, to be exact. Your copy at home was particularly well-loved, and Ha Neul had always been able to tell when your stress level had reached a peak because you'd be reading this exact book.

To the mystery section!

As you made your way over to what would forever be your comfort zone -- the mystery section of a library -- you couldn't stop yourself from grinning like a total idiot. But you really didn't care. The library was just about closed at this point, so there would be no one around to witness your foolishness.

Plus! Your boyfriend had put together a literary scavenger hunt for you! How could you not smile?!

The next sticky note read I know you love a good mystery, but it's no mystery why I love you. I won't embarrass you by waxing poetic, so your next stop is your favorite classic romance

Within a minute, you were pulling Pride & Prejudice off the shelf and reading another sticky note.

No one can write a love story quite like Jane, and no one can make me smile quite like you. Your final stop is the place where your texts and phone calls make me smile like an idiot when I'm at work but not working

Of course, reading that made you smile like an idiot -- though you hadn't actually stopped smiling this whole time.

You knew he was leading you to the employee break room, the only place in the building he was able to check his phone. This was partly because he was kept busy enough actually doing his job, but also because it had the best cell service.

Over the past year or so, you'd only been in there a scant handful of times just after the library's closing time. It was pretty much your typical employee break room, so it was intriguing that this adorable scavenger hunt would end there.

But as soon as you opened the door, you were met with a sight you hadn't at all been expecting.

The typical employee break room was no longer a typical employee break room. The table where Ha Neul usually ate dinner had been pushed over to one wall, there were a few strings of soft fairy lights glittering on the wall, and a very large pile of extremely cozy-looking pillows and blankets sat in the corner by the only window in the room.

But, of course, most importantly, Ha Neul was standing there looking adorably anxious with the goofiest smile curving his lips.

"What is all this?" you asked softly as you walked in, letting the door close behind you.

Ha Neul let out a somewhat shaky sigh, holding an arm out to invite you over to him -- and to the cozy corner he'd created.

"I know you've been stressed with exams and graduation," he began.

Before he could continue, you added, "So have you."

"Yes," Ha Neul chuckled. "We both have. I figured we could use some rest and relaxation and quality time."

When you reached him, you didn't hesitate in stepping close and sliding your arms around his neck.

"And you're so right," you murmured before leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. Then when you pulled away, you shifted your gaze to the pillow and blankets and lights and asked, "Did you do all of this yourself?"

You were fully expecting him to say 'yes' because Ha Neul was that kind of boyfriend -- that kind of person. He was extremely thoughtful and hard-working, but really, you could write an entire essay on the qualities that made him the best person you'd ever known.

"Oh, no," he admitted with a soft laugh. "You know that couple -- the first one that ever got together because of my barely existent matchmaking skills?"

"Yes," you grinned.

"They came into the library last week -- they're still together, by the way -- so I asked if they would help me pull this off. I mean, just the cozy decorating and whatnot. I did the clues myself," he assured you, looking all too proud of himself.

As he should be!

"That was the cutest scavenger hunt ever," you told him with a wide grin. "Thank you so much, I loved it."

"Ah, but that was just the beginning," he said, raising his eyebrows. He then stepped back and offered you his hand to lead you to the pile of pillows. "I got permission to stay here as late as we want so we can watch as many episodes as your heart desires."

"Episodes?" you asked. "What do you --"

It was only then you noticed a small projector on top of one of the side tables, pointing toward the opposite wall of the pillow pile.

"I've got it connected to my phone," Ha Neul explained. "And I borrowed your login so we can stream your show. Do you want to start over at the beginning, or is there a specific episode you'd like to watch?"

He plopped down onto the cushions then, and you quickly followed so you could cuddle up to him and pepper kisses all over his face.

"I love you, you know that, right?" you said as he pulled up your most-used streaming service on his phone. "I'm always scared I never tell you enough, but I really, really, really do love you."

"Hey, don't be scared about that," he assured you as he put an arm around your shoulders, pulling you even closer into his side. "You do tell me enough, but you don't even have to tell me."

"What do you mean?" you mumbled, your face now pressed against his neck.

"You show me every single day," he answered. "And even when you don't say 'I love you,' you say other things that mean 'I love you.' I'm really good at picking up the subtle things, y'know?"

You simply hummed lazily, already feeling relaxed -- but being in Ha Neul's arms did that to you.

"I've worked in a library for years now," he continued. "I've learned how to read between the lines."

At that, you let out a huff of laughter. "One of the many reasons I love you is your sense of humor," you chuckled.

Ha Neul simply pressed a kiss on the bridge of your nose before handing you his phone, wordlessly allowing you full control over which episode to start with.

Jokes aside, though, you truly were grateful that Ha Neul had worked in the library because in all honesty? You may not have met him otherwise.

When you'd fallen in love with reading all those years ago, you would've been able to guess that it would eventually lead you to your future career -- I mean, hello? Look at the type of book that had started your obsession! Anyone could've guessed you'd end up in the forensic science field.

But you certainly wouldn't have been able to guess that it would lead you to find love, especially not with someone as kind, caring, smart, funny -- as perfect as Ha Neul.

The Library Cupid himself!

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