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Hi Ghost! Mega congrats on 3k!! đ„łcan i get a filthy martini with eddie munson? Maybe with some sneaking around fun? Thankyou!!
thank you so much!! ngl, i'm very proud of this one. i definitely got carried away, but i swear the smut is there, somewhere amongst the 3k+ words!!! this is really just one long love letter to eddie munson. hope i did your idea justice! also got heavily inspired by taylor swift's song "cruel summer", but what's new?
come party with me!
summertime and stardust (eddie munson x fem!reader)
warnings: smut, p in v, raw dog heathen prevails (aka unprotected sex). also a lot of references to mythology. my bad. i think i got too much prose all over my smut. oops.
Hawkins was always boring in the summer, and maybe thatâs how the two of you ended up in this predicament. It was a sweltering wasteland of quarries that had started drying up long before July even arrived, and twenty four hour diners that were occupied with waitresses that made it very clear that they were sick of seeing yours and Eddieâs faces before even a week of freedom. Half of the usual hangout spots the two of you had considered hidden gems were quickly overrun by the middle-schoolers and freshmen that now had nothing but time on their hands (Eddie had taken the loss of the Arcade badly). So it was no surprise that you two ended up here, at the shore of Loverâs Lake, side by side on a blanket that Eddie had kept in the back of his van.Â
âWhich one is that one?â you ask, lifting a finger to trace out a constellation winking down at the two of you.Â
âOrion,â Eddie immediately answers, hardly having to squint to make out the stars as you were, âWant to hear the story behind that one?â
âIs that even a question?âÂ
This is how the two of you had spent the last hour. On your backs, gazing at the stars, exchanging stories and theories that did not belong to either of you. Tales of Greek Gods and Goddesses, smartass remarks and make-believe when one of you couldnât identify the constellation. Thereâs nothing else but you, Eddie, and the cicadas this far out of town. A buzz of relief and tranquility to bask in. Every so often, you could make out the lake water lapping at the shore not far from where both your feet rest, Eddieâs stretching past the blanket.Â
It was nice. Every night you had spent out here had been very nice.
You turn on your side to listen to Eddie ramble about Orion, somehow both eloquent but still unfairly funny in his side comments of his opinion on the tale. He makes it very clear that he finds Orion to be deserving of losing his sight - âSeriously, fuck that dude!â - and you can only watch on, entranced by the boy and his starry eyes.Â
âI think the version where Artemis murked his ass is pretty good, but I also like the idea behind Gaia sending a Scorpion to kill him, because then theyâre opposing constellations and sh- Are you even listening to me?â Eddie pauses when you bring a hand up to his chest, fingertips dancing over the damp cotton of his t-shirt.Â
You canât hide the small smile tilting your lips as you nod, biting back giggles, âOh, absolutely.âÂ
Eddie rolls his eyes, arms crooked up to rest behind his head, biceps straining against the worn sleeves of his t-shirt. You resist the urge to just bury yourself into him, curl against his side and press, press, press until the two of you conjoin, never to separate again.Â
âYouâre such a fucking liar,â he lowly chuckles, eyes looking back up to the sky as your fingers begin to trace patterns higher, now skimming his barely-exposed collarbones.Â
This is how it usually goes. Heâs watching the sky, youâre watching him. Waiting for the right moment. Waiting for the change.Â
Everyone in town knew that the two of you are friends; itâs not a secret. Youâd met in school, partnered for a chemistry lab, and the rest was history. Everyone knew that you were the first person Eddie showed every new Corroded Coffin song to, and everyone knew Eddie was the last person you spoke to at the end of every day. And surely, they had to know to some extent, that you both reserved your summer nights for each other.Â
The change is what they didnât know.Â
Steve and Robin would tease you two when youâd come into Family Video, a new thriller or horror movie always in hand at the checkout. Dustin would make gagging noises when Eddie would dramatically bid you farewell before Hellfire Club would commence, making endless jokes about his wife returning from war, how lonesome he would be now as you walked through the door and out of his sights for the next several hours. Even Mike, even Max, even Joyce, had made off-handed comments about your attachment to each other.Â
But they were all always joking. They never saw any purchase in their words, their relentless teasing never serious because they couldnât fathom a world where those jokes were actually correct.Â
They could never fathom the nights you and Eddie would end up cuddling each other while studying, pressed together too tightly to leave space for friendly speculation. They could never fathom the way Eddie would drag you into the darkest corners of the arcade, his hands tight on your hips and your breath brushing his cheek as he nuzzled his way against your neck, teeth and lips alike nipping at you in desperation until you caved and gave him a chaste kiss. They could never fathom the way Eddie had been holding you to him by the end of these nights spent by the lake, pressing his body into yours and reveling in every whimper that was only his to hear.Â
No, they couldnât fathom that half of the story. They knew you two were close, but they didnât know just how intertwined your lifelines had become with the boy lying beside you. And that was fine, you didnât care for them to know about those sacred moments laden with secrecy. All you really cared about was that the boy before you was all your summer nights and all your starry skies, brimming with clandestine glances and whispers of worship in moments alone. That was enough for you. Here, in your bubble of privacy by the lake sans persistent cicadas and gentle waves, he was yours.Â
âPenny for your thoughts?â Eddie murmurs, bringing a hand up to yours that continues to explore his body innocently, intertwining your fingers with his before resting them over his heart.Â
It was drumming in his chest â you could feel each beat perfectly, breaking through the Iron Maiden logo and against your skin. After a few moments, your own racing heart synced with his, a quiet rhythm coursing through your veins. You hope he could feel it, too.Â
âJust thinking about how itâs just us out here,â you whisper back, voice low and careful not to break this moment. All of the paths, all of the dead-end streets you had both endured, just for moments like this, âHow itâs always just us.âÂ
You mean more than the fact that you never invite anyone else out on your endeavors, but Eddie takes it that way anyway, snorting.Â
âYou wanna start inviting the guys out here?â he jokes through more laughter, making you attempt to break your hand free from his in order to smack at his chest. He doesnât let you, though, only tightening his fingersâ grip on yours, âThink that Gareth would like the show? Or maybe Jeff?â
âStop,â you whine, starting to fight him with your whole body now, still trying to get your hand free. You nearly roll on top of him, your giggles now joining his, âThatâs not what I meant and you know it.âÂ
He doesnât reply as the two of you continue to wrestle. At some point, he takes his free hand and begins to tickle you, making your giggles turn into awful screeches, echoing in the warm, stale air around the two of you. You twist and twist and twist, trying to get away from his merciless grip. Youâre no longer holding hands, him now utilizing both to attack your sides before moving toward your armpits.
âDonât!â you gasp out, realizing what he was about to do. Heâs on his side now, you flat on your back as he begins to hover over you, âEdward Munson, donât you dare!âÂ
But he does dare. And even as youâre slapping at his shoulders, even when he overexaggerated how much your knee knocking against his thigh hurt, even when the weight of him presses you down into the blanket and threatens to bury you into the soft dirty of the small-town beach, you know it in your heart â there is no where else youâd rather be in this moment.Â
The compromising position that results from the ridiculous tickling and wrestling is welcome, Eddieâs body heavy between your legs as his torso drapes over yours. Your face-to-face with him, now looking in those dazzling brown eyes for constellations rather than the sky above.Â
His grin from the entire interaction has begun to ache, but it doesnât falter as he bumps his nose to yours gently, âIâm sorry. I get it, I know what you mean. Itâs always been just us,â he pauses before scrunching up his face, rearing up to continue to tease you before he playfully mocks, âYou and me against the world, baby.â
You smack at his chest with fruition this time, making a soft oomph fall from his lips that pass over yours, âI was just trying to be sentimental, you dick.âÂ
The grin finally falls away, but the corners of his eyes stay crinkled, âI know.âÂ
When his lips finally meet yours, itâs like a breath of fresh spring air. Youâre no longer in Hawkinsâ muggy summer weather, instantly transported somewhere far away where the sun is just warm enough for comfort, where the breeze is just soft enough to wrap around your shoulders like a favorite blanket, where every strawberry is the sweetest and nothing will ever hurt.Â
The world can be cruel, both in heat waves and hurting souls, but he never is. Heâs a sanctuary â heâs your sanctuary.Â
His sickly sweet kisses continue, taking your breath away in a willing way, leaving both your lips shades of summer blooms and spring flowers. His tongue is a welcome prodding, almost as if tending to your garden as he tries to get the two of you even closer. Itâs not possible, but it doesnât stop either of you; chests crush together as foreheads clash, and you yearn for a world where you could just curl up beneath each otherâs skin, clamber your way into his chest and nestle right beside his pounding heart.
Only Artemis knows that heâs already made residency in yours, decorating your ribs and lungs with his flowers of adoration.Â
Between desperate breaths and needy hands, hips beginning to roll and curse the clothing you two have yet to get rid of, you silently wonder where the two of you will end up in this lifetime. You hope itâs amongst the stars. You hope your constellation can find his across the night sky.Â
 âBaby,â he begs. You donât know what heâs begging for â for closeness, for your legs to fall further open and welcome him home, for you to swallow him whole with all the love pounding just beneath the surface of you â so you can only kiss him back with more urgency.Â
The urgency follows through both of your movements. Urgency is what removes his shirt, your hands shaking as his chest is exposed to you in the moonlight. Urgency is what unbuttons your shorts, prickles of thorns when his fingertips make contact with your nude hip. Urgency is the slip of his hand into your panties, fingers curling and swirling in every right pattern to have you preening against him.Â
âOff,â you plead with him once he has you down to just your underwear and him just his boxers. Your palms rack down desperately over the waistband before trailing down to his bulge, fevered movements earning more purpose as you press down on him and elicit a moan.Â
He recovers his composure, only to shake his head down at you, curls ticking your cheeks, âEver heard of a thing called patience, sweetheart?âÂ
âFuck patience,â you immediately argue, pulling yourself back from his lips fully, eyes meeting and lips slick with each otherâs spit, âWe have the entire summer to be patient, Eddie. Just⊠Just fuck me. Please.âÂ
You awakened something in him with those words, you saw away whatever restraint he was holding onto so tightly. These nights always ended the same way, but they never felt the same.Â
Familiarity waits in the shadows as each graze of his skin against yours ignites something new in you. New flowers, new petals, new budding growths that scream that this canât last for just the summer. Whatever this is, as he removes your panties and his boxers, is not just a coming and going on the seasons. Itâs not just a constellation only to be seen in the quiet of the night by two lovesick fools sneaking off to observe it. The heat of the summer that frizzes both your hair and his repeats it, the cooler breeze that rolls off the lake behind you guys encourages it. It may have taken the summer to tend to it, but this is only the beginning of it. Not the end â never the end.
And he fucks you like he knows it, too. He can hear the whispers of it all, telling him to pull you closer, telling him to take his time as he pushes into you and feels your walls stretch around him. It isnât quite patience, it isnât quite cruelty. Itâs just you, and itâs just him.Â
âFuck,â he moans out once heâs fully sheathed inside you, cock pulsing as your wetness tightens on him. Really, itâs a shame that no deity will ever experience the devotion you feel pouring off of him as his mouth falls open for you, as his head rolls back and his eyes flutter close. Heâs devoted to you â heâs yours just as youâre his, âAlways so wet for me, baby. Always so good.âÂ
He finds a familiar rhythm to have you both gasping and groaning, and it still feels brand new. The way you feel him deep in your stomach, the way your thighs quiver and his abdomen tightens. It is all always new and it is all always euphoric.Â
If you lift your eyes to find the stars above you almost winking at you, you can feel that heâs not fucking you as youâd requested; heâs making love to you. He is confessing his past sins and he is professing that heâd spend the rest of his days here, inside you, against you, with you.Â
The roll of his hips donât stay slow for long, though. You both know the love is there, and you both know what the two of you need. Eventually, soft confessions and loud professions become slapping of skin on skin, teeth knocking as you try to keep your lips on his. You swallow every moan and he grabs every mewl. You can feel his hands on your waist, your hips, your thighs. He is everywhere all at once, and it still isnât enough.Â
Itâs not enough until his movements stutter, until his voice has grown hoarse from calling out your name for only the two of you to hear. Your nails rake down his back at some point, and you know that come tomorrow night, beside the lake, youâll be tracing fading red lines that spell out a clear message: he belongs to me because he chose me.Â
Your walls flutter around him and he knows without you saying a single word other than ramblings of his name that youâre close.
âCum for me,â heâs begging again, lifting above you and looking down with wide, wet eyes, âFuck- I- Please cum for me, baby. Need you to cum. Please.âÂ
You whine out in response, head tilting back into the grass around the edges of the blanket, consumed by him. Your ears ring as your vision blacks, the last image you see being his face contorted in pleasure, and you canât decipher whether itâs the lake again that you hear or simply your own waves meeting his shore.Â
The echoes of his voice surround you.Â
âJust like that, sweetheart.â
âDoing so good for me.â
âAlways such a good girl.âÂ
When his own high has its hold on him, his head is falling to your shoulder, his nose buried into your sweet spot behind your ear as you listen to every grunt and moan. He holds you painfully close, like heâs scared that maybe this is the end. You ponder bruises in the shapes of roses forming on your hips as he buries deep in you and he paints your walls with warmth, with devotion, with something unspoken only between the two of you.Â
He collapses on top of you in the afterglow. Savors the moment, lets his lips pucker against your salty skin slick with sweat no longer just from summer. His own hair is matted at the knape of his neck, his cheeks, his forehead.Â
You canât help the laughter that bubbles from your chest. Itâs overflowing, mingling with the still crying cicadas. He lifts his head and glances up at you, smiling shyly.Â
âWhat?âÂ
You continue to laugh, unable to answer him, as he pulls out and cleans you up with his t-shirt. If you werenât so delirious with unbridled delight, youâd scorn him.Â
He doesnât bother with redressing as he rolls to his original side of the blanket, laying on his back and wrapping his arms around you to pull you into him, âWhatâs so damn funny, my beautiful girl?âÂ
You think Artemis, maybe even Orion, would smile down at the sight of the two of you. Perhaps Gaia is sending her well wishes to the love-stricken look you two exchange in the form of a breeze that doesnât bring more heat, only relief, only sanctuary.Â
âWe are not inviting Gareth or Jeff out here, ever,â you finally explain breathlessly, âThis place is for just us, Munson.âÂ
He joins you in your lingering giggles, his chest shaking with them more than he vocalizes them as your cheek finds his heart and presses into his cheek.Â
Whatever this is, label or not, is good. And it is only the beginning, never the end. Whether the others will ever know or not, the two of you always will, and thatâs all that matters for the time being.Â
âYeah, yeah,â he chuckles, holding you just a little bit tighter, âAlways just us, you heathen.âÂ
He brings a finger to your chin, tilting your face up. When he kisses you, it tastes like summertime and stardust, just as it should.
#3k celebration#eddie munson#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut#eddie munson fluff#got very carried away i am so sorry#I TRIED I SWEAR#i love eddie so much it aches#not edited what's new#taylor swift inspired WHAT'S NEW
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Hi, how did you learn to draw Steve's physique?
Ohh what a complicated thing to answer...
When it comes to how I learned to draw anything, it's hard to say anything too specific since it's always a culmination of many years of assorted study and practice... but I can try to do my best to explain some of the biggest things that helped me learn, some tips I keep in mind, and maybe at least some places to start/delve further.
(just a little disclaimer it's not like my drawings here are going to be 100% medically accurate.. they're just to illustrate concepts!)
The main thing about learning various physiques is understanding anatomy. Which feels obvious, but I don't mean proportions; these are important, but perhaps more important is understanding the skeleton and how it moves and learning where muscles connect to bones and where fat grows on the body. When you understand how these function on a more mechanical level, depicting form and movement in a way that feels natural comes in tow.
For instance, understanding things like the pronation and supination of the radius and ulna, as well as the fact that muscles can ONLY contract or relax, will help you understand a bit better which muscles will be flexed and which will not while someone moves. It's inherent to the positioning based on the structural makeup of the body... It's not like you NEED to memorize all the muscles and bones, of course, but understanding and gaining at least a passive familiarity with the concepts really helps.
In tandem with this concept is the way parts of the body flow into eachother. Muscles ALWAYS come in groups because they can only contract. Whatever muscle is there to lift something, there is a muscle on the other side to pull that bone back down. What this results in is a series of straight edges next to curves, which gives us a lot of really lovely "s curves" and dents and folds and so on and so forth just naturally occurring.
I would suggest at least learning the "bony landmarks", which are bones (usually) visible on the surface of the body. things like the iliac crest, the great trochanter, the 7th vertabrae, the acromion process... These can be used to help you understand the parts of the body as angles and relationships, rather than trying to remember lengths and sizes, which vary immensely... (since you asked about steve, he can be our model... also study these on your own don't just take my word for it haha, these are the ones I personally keep in mind)
I've done the same thing with body hair... learning where it grows and in which directions... It helps me make up variations without needing reference, because I have a set of rules I can follow.
The biggest thing that helped me understand all this on a much deeper level was my ecorche course. I sculpted this guy. We started by sculpting the entire skeleton to understand the bones, and then we added muscles on top. Not every single muscle, of course, but the "artistic muscles" AKA the ones which directly affect the surface of the body. Doing this let us see where muscles connect, because we would make a shape, put it on the bone where it actually goes, and then you get to see how other muscles overlap that.
This helped me, perhaps, more than anything else. But I also didn't just start with this course, I had been drawing for years before I even took it. I had been in school for years before I took it. Not that I think it wouldn't be helpful to someone just starting out, but I do think that the more you know going in, the better an in-depth course like this will help you and stick with you. Classes are also expensive, though so I'm not really like... recommending you pay potentially thousands of dollars to take one... But it did help me a lot, personally.
I also, of course, have done many figure, gesture, and master studies...
These just help you quickly gain a stronger understanding of generalized anatomy, and gives you real life examples of and practice with of how people move and balance.
What all this does when combined, is gives me a very solid ability to depict movement and form in a way that feels relatively natural from my subconscious without the need for reference.
The rest of how I've learned to draw his physique is honestly mostly just stylization. I understand the body, and this is how I am depicting it for his level of musculature.
And as I move into depicting him in other ways, either moving in comics or in animation, realistically rendered, or extra stylized, these concepts inform every step of that process for me! When he keeps the same/similar relationships between parts, he gets to still look like himself.
It ALSO really helps when putting clothes on, because the way cloth falls and bunches and lifts is all directly related to the form it is on... So the more you understand that form, the more you can depict clothing and movement in a way that feels natural.
This is all, of course, true when I draw anyone, you asked about Steve so I'm trying to mostly show with him! But because I'm just drawing from raw information of general anatomy rather than trying to study one body type at a time, it allows a lot more "give," I think!
Like, here's most of the cast from TTA so far... actually, they're not as varied as I thought they were nevermind LMAO ignore this part
But, it also makes monster and alien design much easier! It's a lot easier to come up with non-human anatomy when I understand human anatomy, because I can manipulate the knowledge I have...
There is infinite more to study in the world of anatomy... The complexity of the human body goes extremely deep. For our purposes as artists, we need only depict a fraction of it, but more information rarely hurts the process.
I'm sure there's something in here that's wrong on a technical level, I'm mostly going off of memory. But that's kind of my point - I understand enough generally and conceptually that when I am missing something and need to find reference for it, I understand what I'm looking at. It's much easier than trying to learn AND draw at the same time.
I hope even one thing in here helped you! Sorry it's so long.
#asks#somewhereinasgard#anatomy#art tips#anatomy tips#don't like... take my word as gospel OF COURSE#I am sure there's like one thing or more in here that's like. genuinely wrong#but whatever#anyways. I love steve LMFAO#I was thinking about zagan a lot too in this one tbh LMAOOOO cause he's got a similar body type#and when I just did that action animation of him#and people were like how the fuck did you do this so fast#I sort of have been realizing all this knowledge I have about anatomy#and how much easier it makes my life pretty much every single step of the way.#those action poses did not need reference.#I almost never need reference for drawing people#unless its like... realism. but I mean in my comics or animations#when the arm is coming towards the camera I know what's going on in the arm and what the form of it ACTUALLY is so I can properly draw it#there's no guesswork. I know what I'm doing.#which makes it so that when I'm depicting someone like flipping all around or whatever#I just know what the body looks like. how it moves. how it balances. etc.#I would say it comes naturally to me but it doesnt.#it is subconscious at this point#but it is very extremely studied#not a damn bit of this came out of nowhere LOL#ok anyways this was a really fun ask#I got extremely carried away I am so sorry#this is like my biggest artistic passion I LOVE anatomy SO much#I love drawing muscles#I love the technical feelings that happens in my brain when I draw an arm moving and figure out how the muscles are engaged
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TĂș, alcalde. ÂżHablas español? Eso serĂa genial :D
"Yes, I know many languages! Mandarin, cantonese, english, brazilian, french, italian, and of course, spanish!"
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Chika SSR #1197 and SR #2242 [Transparent, Edited/Extended] â» Credit is appreciated but not required.
#WOW okay i am never drawing/editing an anime girl's feet again#this was hell and for What. just because the original artists cropped out the tip of her shoe. Cringeeee#tbf the transparency of the glass was a large part of what made it hard#and it's not like i'm that bad at editing at lower opacities it's just that like. sif artstyle is so pixely and ooughgughgjgh#Okay enough rambling... ruining my mysterious personality. tags uhhh#takami chika#love live#llsif#aqours#edited#transparent#i do not have a mysterious personality Who am i kidding. i ramble in tags too much to keep up the facade of guy who only posts transparents#shit i think this is my first love live post on this blog. took me this long for the namesake to show up#and it's not even lily white!!!! Love you tho chika. so good so precious#literally angel....#Oh my god okay i've replaced the 2nd image on this post 3 times now before anyone's reblogged or anything and it's still mega ass if you#look too close. Fuck fuck fuck fuck#Whatever i dont care. fukcinguingngn Tkamaichika (sorry no i love her. sory chika#If anyone is curious as to what i did. i made it so she has her entire foot/shoe in all of them and i took out the strings in the idolizeds#very subtle things but i'm mad i had to be the one to do them#this was originally just angel chika idlz but then i got carried away#last one was pretty easy at least. no toes
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God, Toshiro can't remember the last time he hasn't felt exhausted.
It makes sense. The pressure of the elections, the evidence he stole, the fear of discovery and the guilt of not having the strength to take action... it's all been weighing down on him so much that sometimes he feels like he's drowning. And to make matters worse, the stress has developed into giving him physical symptoms, too - headaches that sometimes border on migraines, physical exhaustion with no obvious cause... he's been sleeping like a rock at night, but that doesn't seem to help at all.
But it's strange. He spent so long unable to gather up the courage needed to expose his father. Despite knowing it was the right thing, he was scared - not just of what it would mean for him, but for everyone else, too - or maybe that was just an excuse. ...No, it was obviously an excuse. But when he'd seen the Phantom Thieves show their final calling card to the world... he thought he'd finally found the strength to do what he needed to do.
...And then that strength had been sucked out of him like it was never there at all. It's difficult to explain, and it's no excuse, but it was like his fear itself was rebelling against him, trying to stop him acting out. Sometimes, he's close to confessing everything, but he feels like he can't take that final step, all his worries rushing to the forefront at once. Other times- and more and more often, now - he's struck with a strange apathy, like he doesn't care about anything at all. What's the point? It's not like it'll make any difference, and it'll only get people hurt, so... maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe nothing does.
That's what scares him the most. He really must be losing his mind - or else he's just the world's most pathetic man out there. ...Self-deprecating thoughts won't help him, but it's far too easy to indulge... at least he has this place. Leblanc isn't somewhere he can go nearly as often as he likes, but it's nice to be able to relax and - well, to not think for a while.
...And then, all of a sudden, Toshiro's yelping out in pain as he feels a scorching heat out of nowhere, causing him to almost fall off his chair. What on earth was that? But when he looks down, seeing the coffee now splattered all over his suit, he realizes what must've happened.
"Arrrrgh.... and here I thought my day couldn't get any worse..."
@silver-strings-of-fate ( starter for ren! )
#ic#silverstringsoffate#v. mainverse // pregame.#i'm sorry this starter ended up so long!! don't feel the need to make your reply just as long kfjsdfhdjkf; i kind of got carried away here.#but that aside i am very excited for this thread.......... tysm for plotting with me and i look forward to seeing where things go!
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I came across how you liked silly childhood friend x protective childhood friend and the sun (whose actually the moon) x the moon (whose the sun) AND I HAVE TO SAY THAT ACTIVATED SOMETHING IN MY BRAIN!!!
I was wondering if you had more to add on that cuz that rlly resonated with mee and I wanted to know moreee abt what you thought đ„čđ„čđ„č I need to psychoanalysis what it is exactly that makes these two tropes (especially when combined) so good!! Aaaaahdhs I rlly don't knoww- anyways thanks for reading and no pressure to reply whatsoever loll
ANONNNNNN IâM SO GLAD YOU SEE THE VISION YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!!!!!!!! theyâre very very dear to meâŠâŠ i actually hadnât thought of combining them until now but . thatâs so bigbrained.
itâs a perfect combo too i think!!!! itâs so easy to imagine the silly childhood friend as The Moon (who seems like The Sun), and the protective childhood friend as The Sun (who seems like The Moon)âŠ.. thatâs such a tasty concept. a person who seems very lighthearted and bright, but goes quiet when they feel like they can let their guard downâŠ. maybe someone whoâs a little bit detached. who only feels like theyâre being themselves when theyâre with their childhood friend. theyâre a lot more sensitive and troubled than they let on, but when theyâre with their other half theyâre met with nothing but understandingâŠ.. thereâs no pressure to perform, they can just quietly exist. theyâre safe.
and then ofc the protective childhood friendâŠ.. who seems a little cold at first glance, maybe apathetic or a little mean. but theyâre just so, so caring. so worried about their loved ones. doting and strong and just so, so warm!!! :((( once you break past their shell theyâll love you foreverâŠ.. they might reprimand their silly childhood friend sometimes but they love them so fervently. theyâd die for them no questions asked. someone whoâs just very devoted, who draws prople in so naturally because theyâre so charismatic even if they donât realize it themselvesâŠ.. they just feel so genuine!!!
AUGHHH IâM SO . itâs just so tasty. i think this kind of dynamic fits really well with satosugu (though iâll die on the hill that theyâre both Suns)âŠ.. satoru who seems carefree and bright and outgoing but heâs just reflecting borrowed light. and only around suguru can he let his guard downâŠ. allow himself to be vulnerableâŠâŠ the moon to his sun. i think satoru would much rather shine with suguru than shine all alone. heâd be the moon if he could.
#sorry i got carried away#stsg brainrot moment đđ#I HOPE THAT HELPED W YOUR PSYCHOANALYSIS ANON âŠ#overall i think itâs the Gap that i enjoy :3#the gap between a silly exterior and a more pondering interior#and the gap between a calm facade and a soul that burns with devotion#etcetc#two people who balance each other our perfectly both internally and externally#i think satoru and suguru are very similar at their core which is why i see them both as The Sun#but i do genuinely think satoru would rather be the Moon . someone who reflects light.#yk?#but aa i rlly am so happy that the dynamic spoke to you <333 if you have any thoughts on the subject iâd love to hear em!!!#ask tag â©
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Ooohhhh okay for this one!!! I am a full fledged Swiftie so why not try that haha
(PS: you don't have to stick to the mood of the song either haha... I am just curious what your SUPER CREATIVE mind will come up with)
Enchanted (*shouts aggressively* TAYLOR'S VERSION)
All Too Well (*shouts aggressively* TAYLOR'S VERSION)
You're Losing Me
Anti-Hero
Wait, I just realised... What if you're not a Swiftie? Hmmm... I am too curious to not send this in haha so I will! Now it's completely upto you đ„°
Hey! Ooh! So many!! Thank you so much for the ask! (I took a long while to answer your ask because it got EXTREMELY LONG, which is why I'm including a read more. It got completely out of hand, and I will save this post because I am 1000% going to actually write some of these, they are too good).
(Also this is very messy, I'm sorry for all the mistakes and the not very stylish writing but these are just concepts).
I do like some of Taylor Swift's song, but I wouldn't go as far as to say that I'm a swiftie, by any means.
So... these might not fit the mood of the songs (because there are some I don't know tbh...)
Enchanted (I ACTUALLY ADORE THAT SONG, GOOD CHOICE!)
Okay, this one gives very much some 'love at first sight during a party or social event and you meet again randomly weeks later by accident' vibes. Which is what I would go for. It could work very well with Ben, and the two of you meet at an after-party after an award ceremony, and you chat a bit, but you don't exchange phone number or anything, but you regret it after that cause you can't stop thinking about him. But then you're invited to a party by one of your friends, who introduces you to a few people you don't know and BAM! they introduce you to Ben! (which I imagine very clearly being like: overcrowded room, loud music, you're holding a drink, and your friend guides you through the crowd because 'hey, I haven't introduced you to this guy yet, I'm sure you'll get along fine!' and at first you only see Ben's back, but your friend calls for him, and he turns around and that's when you recognise him **insert slow -mo effect for cheesiness and so we can take a moment to stare at his beautiful face**) and then you're both a blushing and shy mess and you spend the rest of your evening talking with him and this time you exchange phone numbers and settle on a date.
Alternatively, it could work perfectly for Caspian: meeting at a ball, and dancing together and being just 1000% smitten, but he has to dance with other ladies too for political reasons, and he can't find you again during the night (I am includin in this: him seeing you and inviting you for a dance, which turns into two, and he can't possibly ask for a third, that would be too obvious, and so he asks if you want a refreshment, which gives him an excuse to talk to you some more, but then a Lord you've been trying to avoid because he wants to court you arrives, and Caspian helps you escape to the gardens. You spend some time there together, talking, but then a guard arrives and calls for Caspian to come back inside because someone wants to see him, and then when he is finally free from his political duties again and that he looks for you, you're already gone). And he's certain he's never going to see you again, but then he's invited to a reception, and when he goes, there you are again, and BAM! He finds you, this time he makes it clear he wants to court you, and tadaaaa!
I reckon that both scenarios are very similar, but would work for both characters so... had to include both.
2. All too well
I know this song, but it's a break-up song, isn't it? That's too sad, I'm changing it up.
If we consider the title alone, without taking into account the song at all, it gives me very strong Sirius Black vibes. Because I can see Sirius spiralling down because of his family and entering one of his terrible dark phases because of them and you could make such a wonderful repetition of 'all too well' using the signs he recognizes in himself giving away that he's broken and fucked up in the head. But then you come and sit down by his side in silence, and you don't say anything, you just wait until he acknowledges you. And at first he doesn't say anything, as if he expects you to leave, but you don't, and there's this slow realization in his brain that actually, you too know 'all too well' all the symptoms of his dark phase, and that he's struggling, but you're not leaving. He remembers all the times when you've done the same, when you stayed with him and didn't leave, and showed him that his parents are wrong and that he deserves to be loved too. And I wouldn't make them say anything to each other during the whole scene, just Sirius finally reaching for her hand and breathing out a 'thank you', and then her resting her head on his shoulder, and him smiling again.
BUT THE POTENTIAL FOR REPETITIONS WITH 'ALL TOO WELL' IS JHFURHFUZH I LOVE THAT STUFF!!
like, you can use it for the causes, for the signs, for the reader, for Sirius's realization ejfiejoizejiozejroeijr (chef's kiss!!!) (these 4 paragaphs would be scattered across the oneshot, not written in a row like this, obviously)
And he knows what it means. He knows it all too well. The banging in his head. The voice that keeps on screaming there. The clammy hands. The rushing heart. The tight throat. The struggle for a breath. The knot in his stomach. And these thoughts... these thoughts that plague his mind, and he tries to shake them away but he can't he can't he can't, he knows it all too well that the voices are true and that he's nothing, nothing, nothing at all...
[...] And he knows where it comes from. He knows it all too well. From the shouts of his mother tearing up his nights. From the fists of his father against his cheeks. From the fear of his brother as he looks up at him in search for safety. From the curses, and the insults, and the hate the hate the hate that follows him everywhere that aims at his friends and that curses his very existence and that reminds him that he's unloveable, unloveable, unloveable...
[...] And he knows he doesn't deserve you. He knows it all too well. Because you're so bright against his darkness. Because you're too kind. Because he's a mess. Because you're patient. Because he's reckless. Because you love him, for some unknown reason. Because you look at him with so much love, he hopes you can see that he loves you just the same. And you come back again and again and again, and he doesn't have a clue why you're still clinging onto him when he's got nothing to offer you but his shattered heart, his crooked smile, his fucked up mind, his fucked up mind, his fucked up mind...
[...] And he knows you'll stay. He knows it all too well. Because you haven't moved at all, and he's used it, and you never do. Whenever the crisis come, you merely stay here, with him, and you wait until the storms weather, and he comes back to you. You're his constant through it all. And you're here you're here you're here, everywhere he looks, he always finds you near, and for the first time he's not so afraid that you might leave. Maybe you're right. Maybe he does deserve to be loved. Maybe you could show him how.
3. You're losing me
Oh that's a break-up song again... (didn't know that one had to check it on spotify and yep... break-up song)
Slow decaying relationship, despite the love, it just won't work and it's killing both of you but you're drifting apart and it's better if you stop it all while you still have fragments of your hearts still unbroken.
(Could fit literally anyone, too sad for my brain, so let's jump to the next one.)
4. Anti-hero
Had heard that song before, still had to check it again cause I only knew the chorus... Not gonna take into account much of the song in itself BUT
This screams Logan Delos, like crazy.
Like... 'It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me / At tea time, everybody agrees' if that's not Logan Delos I don't know what is. Yes, babe, you are a problem indeed, we agree on that, although we could play with that, and his father, and the real reason behind his douchebag behaviour and a confrontation with his father while you're there would be so nice. And maybe you finally understand where Logan is coming from, and he shows you a more fragile side of him, and you both end up crying like idiots, and you comfort him through the night...
We could here again play with the repetitions (that's my thing, sorry, I'm a sucker for repetitive structures and echoes throughout texts like... I love that shit) and shift the cause of the problem (the dialogues would follow each other, but the following paragraph would come after Logan's father has left and you're together, alone, after their confrontation):
Logan's father: I have no idea what you're on about. You've played too much with this ridiculous game, filled with silly stories of robots and cowboys and damzels in distress waiting for a hero. This isn't the solution. We both know you're the problem, Logan.
Logan: Of course, I am. I always am... That's everything I'm ever going to be anyway, so why bother changing? Why bother becoming a better man? No matter what I do I'll always be a disappointment, I'll always be invisible, you'll never see me anyway. So why bother, if all I can be is the problem? I know I'll never be on the worthy side of the hero, so might as well be an anti-hero altogether. Next step, I'll be the villain.
[...]And you know Logan well enough to recognize that he's to blame, that he fucks up most of the time. But then again, maybe there's a bigger problem after all. Maybe the problem was first his father, before it would become him. And when he looks up at you, with these dark eyes that seem to reach for your very soul, you can't be mad at him. After this scene, you don't forgive him, but you understand. For tonight, it will be enough.
"Will you leave me?" he asks in a whisper, and you reckon you've never seen him so fragile, so lonely too.
No, perhaps Logan is not the problem, only the result.
"Do you want me to leave?" you ask, one last test to see if he can be honest, for once, to see if you really matter at all. But his eyes fill up with tears, and he's too scared to be proud this time. Instead, he shakes his head. It's unlike him, to be so vulnerable, but he can't help it. Tonight, he feels too broken to be anything else.
"No. I want you to stay."
And so, you stay.
#thank you so much for the ask#i hope you like some of these#it took me so long i'm sorry but I got very much carried away#gonna keep these and write them during the weekend I reckon#at least a couple of those#because I like them!#oh dear even more stuff to write **pterodactyl screeching**#everything is under control#i am a normal human being#my brain my brain I swear#ben barnes#logan delos#caspian#sirius black
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Itâs 5:30 on Day 3 of 4 of my breakâŠand I still havenât done crap! Iâve just been sitting around playing video games!
And yeah, I know, itâs break, and itâs like âwell at least youâre taking time off from your schoolwork!â No! Iâm not! I am not doing anything different from what I do normally, itâs just that I donât have classmates and my roommateâs out of town!
And I told myself I was going to take this time to actually work on things, like watching videos about Physics so I can actually understand it before my second exam on Friday and so I donât bomb it like I did my last one, or to take the time and do my 3 Physics homeworkâs due on Wednesday, as well as actually do my Engineering homework (also due on Wednesday) for once since I havenât done any of them yet, and weâre gearing up to halfway through the semester
And I canât even say Iâve been productive from a creative standpoint! That drawing I did earlier has been all Iâve drawn this whole, and I havenât thought of much in terms of new stories and characters either. Iâve just been playing video games and watching random internet videos, effectively wasting all this precious free time Iâve been granted
And chances are, considering itâs all gonna be stacked on Tuesday, and knowing myself, Iâm not gonna do much on Tuesday either, meaning this entire fall break will have been a total waste!
I hate that Iâve become so goddamn lazy! I wasnât even this bad last semester, because at least then I cared, even if it made me feel horrible. I canât even be bothered to answer texts or read something someone sent me days ago. And Iâm not like, going through anything, Iâm just being lazy!
Sorry I need to rant about my stupid, stupid brain
#this has nothing to do with what Iâm saying but you might notice I rarely complain about other people#I just donât really see the point in getting mad at other people because it takes so much unnecessary energy#and usually I either understand where theyâre coming from or know I donât have enough info to understand#but with myself I can very easily get mad because I know thereâs no excuses#though I still get upset when other people get mad at me and lecture me for my shortcomings#despite me also doing so#I always expect someone to just snap one day and tell me off for my dumb behavior#because I know theyâre thinking it theyâre just being nice or something#I am a lazy bastard who refuses to change despite saying I want to#they just havenât reached a breaking point yet where theyâre sick of me#sorry I got carried away#this has nothing to do with the post#real life stuff#school stuff#fall break#random stuff
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not to sound dramatic or anything but magic is real and I know its real because I swore a contract w the spiders in my room about a year ago to never purposefully harm them or let them come to harm so long as they ate all the other bugs in my room and now anytime someone purposefully kills a spider near me I am momentarily possessed and have to literally restrain myself from tackling the person who did it
#this post is meant to be silly but to be clear i am AFRAID of spiders#so for me to now have a knee jerk reaction to injure MYSELF to protect a spider as a result of an ''agreement'' is. fascinating#like. did i make an actual contract w these spiders? im cool w it if so but i didnt think bodily possession would be included#the agreement is like a year and a half or so old at this point but honestly 10/10 would reccomend. i have almost no bugs in my room now#and i actually see LESS spiders than i did before#we are now Allies#anyways this post was prompted by finding the biggest fucking spider crawling up my sock#and having the mental fortitude to force my fear down like i literally swallowed it and took her outside#normally if they're small i just let them disappear (out of sight out of mind)#and if they're big (wolf spiders are common here) the rules are: if you aren't bothering me i won't bother you#like i had a spider (not wolf but similarly big) that lived in an unused closet for a while#and every morning he would crawl across my sharp shitty ceiling very slowly and then crawl back#and like. he wasn't bothering me. he was just going for a walk#however: touching me or my stuff is off limits#my bed and my desk and my body are places they are Not allowed#i dont kill them still obv but they will be escorted outside#the big big ones i always take outside bc they would die indoors anyways (not enough birds? or whatever they eat. theyre huge)#sorry i got carried away#swear agreements with the spiders in your house and profit#get possessed occassionally but its fine#i also have an unspoken contract with yellowjackets but nothing formal yet#one day when i have a yard ill have contracts w lots of stuff. yellowjackets and bees and stray cats and snakes and possums#i don't like talking to people but i do like creatures (so long as they aren't touching me (<- prone to the heeby jeebies))
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I knew the stranger things fandom was funky when I read a fic about how Steve dragged Eddie to the hospital and when the doctors checked on Steve, âthey realized he wasnât hurt and it was just Eddieâs blood on himâ like helloooo ? did we all watch the same thing ?? remember when steve got dragged on the hard ground and fucked up his back ??? remember when he was getting eaten alive by bats ???? remember how he nearly got choked to death ?????
dude didnât even clean his wounds. it got wrapped by a dirty shirt that was soaked from dirty lake water where someone just died. He then proceeded to walk through a hell scape, before riding a bike and climbing bed sheets through a ceiling. like wdym he isnât hurt ? i could argue that heâs the most hurt cause while he might not bleed out the infections from those wounds would end his life and fast.
#sorry i got carried away#i am very passionate about this#so enjoy my rant#i know eddie nearly died but so did steve#please remember steve harrington is also very very VERY hurt#dude was 2 seconds away from being a hashtag#or two seconds away from being part of jasonâs stupid pregame speech#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things
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tbh Iâm more intrigued by the idea of college-age Reader getting pregnant while unmarried still living in the manor and NO ONE has any idea who the father is (maybe she does, but sheâs withholding that for now or maybe heâs not in the picture?) and itâs the biggest freak out ever. that just seems so fucking wild and potentially hilarious to me. and nobody noticing sheâs pregnant until sheâs farther along? or them finding out randomly?? imagine:
damian: you look pregnant. what is wrong with you.
reader: i am pregnant though
the batfam: ????????!!!!!!!!!! and then she proposes that now that sheâs old enough and starting a new chapter in her life raising a baby and all she should just move out! (cue everyone disliked that meme)
Neglected!Pregnant!Reader x Yandere!Bat Family
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A/N: Okay, I think I'm about to become a Pregnancy!Reader writer. Which, I'm not mad about. Kind think it would be fun, but I know the trope isn't for everyone. So, if itâs not your thing, Iâm sorry.
A/N: Some of this is based off of things from my own pregnancies.
A/N: Oh, no. Frick, I wanna make this a series now. Check the bottom, cause I have a plot idea for this and I want opinions on it. I spiraled, this was supposed to be a quick blurb. I got carried away. Gonna build up to the yandere shenanigans because Iâm turning into a writer with a million WIPs.
A/N: Tagging @skay-ali because I like their The Forgotten Daughter series.
Warnings: Fem!Reader, Very minor Yandere Themes (like barely there), minor NSFW, graphic descriptions of pregnancy and medical procedures, Vomiting.
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You don't really remember that night it happened. But, it only happened once and after you swore you'd never drink again. The hangover after that night had been one of the worst of your short life.
In fact, the sticky feeling between your legs and bitter taste on your tongue had also added to your decision to swear of these college parties. Luckily, you have enough of your memory to remember that you and your partner from that night had both been willing even when wasted. Even if you couldn't remember their name. Or, their face.
It takes you a while to notice. One missed cycle wasn't anything to freak out about, and it was exam season. The stress had probably caused the nausea. It wasn't until you were heading down to breakfast one morning and smelled the burnt eggs in the kitchen that Stephanie had burnt that you realized something might be wrong.
You, of course, ignore it. It was just a fluke. Burnt eggs weren't appetizing to anyone. But, then you nearly faint walking through the perfume section after looking to restock your favorite bottle of scent.
The doctor you finally went to another week later had asked about your cycle and the last time you had been intimate with someone. That's when the reality of things started to set in. You hadn't even thought to do an at home test to check. Your doctor was kind though, saying they could just do a quick urine sample and blood test just to make sure. It might be something else.
The next few minutes felt like ages. But, when the Doctor came back to tell you the positive results you panicked. Not as in panicked as in you broke down, but you threw up a mask. You're good at doing that. You must get it from your father.
When she asks you if this is good news or bad news you can't help, but blurt that it's good. Great even. Which causes her to beam at you. Before you know it, you're being handed a complementary diaper bag with formula and tiny bottles while being given the rundown on your possible due date and future appointments. You nodded you're head along with the information, sliding the paper's into the diaper bag as she hands them to you.
But, then she turns to you with delight and tells you that the Ultra Sound tech has an opening and you're just far along enough they can do your first ultrasound. It'll only be a thirty minute wait.
After nodding along once more, you go back into the waiting room. Holding your new bag with white knuckles and falling into deep thought.
This is happening. But, how? Are you even fit to be a parent? You've hardly ever been loved. How are you going to love someone else? How are you going to do this? What will the family think? What will your few friends think? You don't even remember who their father is. This is impossible. You're not ready. You'll never be ready. That churning feeling is in your stomach again and you feel that single piece of toast you had for breakfast about to come back up.
The thirty minutes fly by with those thoughts in your head. They still swirl in your head as your go back into the ultrasound room.
It's dark, but the tech had few soft lights on in the room. Its actually kind of... cozy.
What's not cozy it the tech telling you that she's going to stick a wand up your bits so you could see the baby. Your eyes screwing shut at the cold invasive feeling.
But, when you open them, she turns the screen for you to see. It's almost amazing how fast the image appears on the screen.
And, their moving. Actually moving. You end up laughing at the sight, causing the screen to flicker and the little blob to move. When the nurse plays the heart beat you can feel yours stuttering in your chest.
Watching them bounce in there with each laugh, itâs easy for the next words to spill out of your mouth.
âOh, Iâm gonna love you.â
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Every step after that feels remarkably less lonely. Itâs not just you anymore. You have someone who youâre going to love.
You donât bother telling the Family. Bruce would just lecture you on being reckless while the otherâs would judge you for it.
Honestly, you donât care if they did. This is your baby.
Funnily enough, for a house full of detectives and highly intelligent vigilantes no one actually notices. Not even Cassandra. Itâs a bit insulting how much they donât pay attention. But, your symptoms soon make it so you donât care.
The waves of exhaustion, the way everything smells strong and certain things make you want to gag. Heartburn that burns your throat. The subtle cravings that make you cry when you canât fulfill them. Thankfully you finished your exams because you were too tired to even move from your bed most mornings due to strange nightmares.
Eventually, someone does notice. And, itâs not anyone you would expect.
Of all things you cried over on the pantry floor, it had to be salt and vinegar chips. They hadnât been what you wanted, but it was too late to go get french fries and a smoothie at this hour in Gotham. And, you stuffed them down your throat with angry tears.
It was Stephanie of all people to find you. You gave her a sharp glare when she seemed to grow wide eyed. Normally you avoid her gaze, but you were quite pissed about having chips in your mouth and not fries. As her eyes grew wider, your nose wrinkled in further annoyance at her.
Just as youâre about to tell her off, she speaks.
âDo youâ um, want something else?â
Itâs pitiful how fast your snarl turns into a pleading pout.
âYes, please. I want fries. I want Jokerized fries so badly.â You practically blubber when she gives you a pointed nod towards the car garage.
It takes you a bit to get off the floor despite the fact that your bump is hardly noticeable, but Stephanie noticed the extremely subtle curve.
âHow far?â She asks hesitantly, looking from the bump to your face.
You also hesitant for a moment, looking up at her with tears on your cheeks and a serious look in your eyes. â14 Weeks.â
Her eyebrows raise and a wiry pout appears on her face. âDamn. Youâre smaller than I was at that time, so not fair.â
The slightly surprised that information gives you almost makes you pause. But, if you had you wouldâve probably toppled back down to the pantry floor.
âExplain on the way?â You ask, still a bit nervous. The two of you had never been close since you moved into the manor less than a handful of years back.
âSure.â She grins, leading the way.
As you both walk, she whispers. âDoes Bruce know?â
âDonât know. Donât care.â
âAh.â Stephanie managed to hide the winces from you.
When you two finally make into the car, youâre already feeling better about life. Youâre about to have your fries, and possibly a shake too. You didnât expect to have any company, but surprisingly itâs nice.
Stephanie drives, and get the fries to go. Munching on them as Stephanie drives you back to the manor. Her sharing her own pregnancy experience.
"Wait, so Tim dated you when you were pregnant with another dudes kid? Babe, forget being me being small, you got game."
"Damn right I do." She says smugly, stuffing her own fries in her mouth. "So, um, do you wanna talk about what happened with you?"
And, just like that your mood shifts.
"No."
"Oh- Oh! I'm sorr-" She starts up, and you can tell she's assuming the worst.
"Don't you start, Stephanie." You interrupt with a pointed glare. "I don't want to talk about it because it's none of y'all's business."
That makes her cough on her french fry. "Wait, wait, what do you mean? Don't you want help?"
"Nah, I got it." Comes your stubborn reply, glaring out the window as you dip your fry into the cheesecake milkshake.
"... You should tell Bruce." She suggest after a moment of awkward silence.
"What? So he can ignore his grandchild, too?" Your filter is none existent with your hormones all out of wack.
"He doesn't ignore you-"
"Oh, yes the fuck he does." Your firmly state. Growing a bit heated. "Y'all all figgin do."
Stephanie is about to roll her eyes, chalking your words to you just being unreasonable. But, then the thought starts to creep upon her with each passing building when she realizes this is the first time she's actually hung out with you. Ever.
"I'm sorry." She murmurs to you. The silence falling over you both as the cars continues back to the manor.
"... I'm only forgiving you because you bought my fries..."
"Really?! That's all I had to do?"
"What? I was desperate for this- Wait! Hang on. Stop the car. Stop the car-"
"What? Why?! Are you- OH! Fuck!"
You ended up regurgitating up all the fries you had just eaten. Right into your lap.
"Oooo, that's nasty." Stephanie says, cracking the windows.
"Is it bad that I still want to eat them?" You mumble to her, eyeing the remaining fries.
"Please, please, wait till we get back or I'm gonna hurl, too."
"Fine." Comes your reply. Your eyes drifting shut for a moment. "If you tell anyone I'm gonna tell Cassandra about your crush on her."
"How did you- Frick, you are more like Bruce then I realize." Her voice going from panic to begrudging realization.
"Now, that's offenseive."
"Oh, come on. You're kids gonna have some of Bruce's DNA too."
"Eww. Eww. Don't remind me."
The banter between you both coming back with ease.
When you make it back to the manor, parting ways for the night. You feel at ease. You may have made have finally made a new friend in all this and gained a pillar of support.
As you shower and finish off your fries, you can't help but think about the apartments you had been looking at. Wondering what Stephanie will thinking of your nursery ideas.
Down in the cave, Stephanie slowly walks down the steps. Realizing this might have just gotten complicated.
"You okay, Steph?â
âYeah. Yeah, Iâm okay.â
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A/N: Soooooo, what if, and hear me out, wee add some baby daddy drama to this?
A/N: Please note, I write a Reader that DID NOT grow up with the Bat Family, which means we could have some really really juicy drama here. But, we could just keep the options limited to just close friends of the Bat family.
A/N: What do y'all think? Baby Daddy drama? One of the Bat Boys the Daddy? One of the other vigilantes? Should I do a Baby Daddy poll? I just feel like this is an opportunity.
A/N: Also, Stephanie was a teen mom in some comics from my research. Which I think adds to this and gives her a better chance of bonding with Reader until shit goes down.
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Hi! I was wondering if I could request a prompt where the reader is out at night with the LIs, wearing a pretty outfit, a man just approaches her and rudely asks âhow much for a bj?â How would they react/protect her from such a creep?
(Sorry, for my English, I hope it made sense hahađ€đŒ)
Very Minor N/SFW Warning!! This one really made me laugh because this has happened to me before, and the situation mostly pans out with my own partner having to yank me away to avoid having to post bail on me later in the evening. Remember to leash your dogs kids! Thank you for the request!! <3
LaDS men when you get catcalled/propositioned on the street
Xavier -
He's apologizing profusely to you because the ensuing bloodspray from how hard he punched the guy in the nose got on your dress and he genuinely feels awful about it.
There is not much to it, besides he acted embarrassingly quickly, to the point you wonder to yourself if he's just been silently waiting for this moment to come.
He's used to going out with you for drinks or evening dates- it's one of the more common ways for the two of you to hang out aside from spending the evening in one of your apartments with the other. Juggling work and clocking out with social activities would also mean walking late at night, to go to a movie or even on a snack run.
So needless to say, he has in fact, been mentally preparing himself for something like this to happen.
He can't help it.
He doesn't ever want to see you disrespected- he doesn't care the context. Work, family, friends-
And now, what, a stranger asking you for sexual favors?
You wait calmly with him while he speaks to the officers about what happened, trying to contain your giggles at how sheepishly he looks at the ground, his face still painted with the most adorable anger.
Zayne -
Quickly, he's pushed you behind himself and holding eye contact with the guy. It doesn't matter if he's drunk, or perfectly sober, Zayne won't excuse someone saying such a ridiculous thing to you.
He has his usual air of politeness and manners, but the bite in his voice is more than apparent, even to someone who doesn't know him. Dressed as nicely as he is with the air he carries around him, it's a weird experience for those who don't know how protective Zayne can get.
He will tell the man to give you an apology and back off, or there will be consequences.
You know what those consequences are, and despite feeling smug about how protective Zayne is, you're trying to grab his arm and stop him, to no avail.
If the creep tries to reach for you, Zayne will back up into you to force you back gently, and the man will quickly realize that he can't reach forward anymore-
Even as Zayne walks away with you, the ice is still creeping up the man's body. Slow enough, but still moving.
Hopefully an OTTO calls for help in time. Hypothermia at night would suck.
Rafayel -
He's immediately between you and the guy, hand long since dropped your own as he crosses his arms and stares the guy down.
If you hadn't known him so long, you would expect him to fire off a tirade of insults and comments at the guy- but you know Rafayel. You know him well.
He tells the guy to back off, in the most simple of terms as he glare is enough to set the man alight- and Rafayel's evol does just that when the guy doesn't seem to back down- lighting up the shoulders of his clothing and causing him to flay around screaming, as Rafayel pulls you to keep walking.
The amount of tasteful compliments on your attire rise, and you know he's doing it to keep you from internalizing the earlier interaction and stop dressing how you want.
He doesn't need some random freak to keep you from expressing yourself how you want to. Of course, he'll always find you attractive, and the little outfit you're wearing is doing numbers to him, but that's not his focus here at all.
He wants you to feel comfortable, confident-
And he'll do everything in his power to make sure you always do.
Sylus -
I am not entirely sure the man who's asking you has finished his sentence before he's slammed once against a nearby building and then released.
Sylus makes no motion to indicate that it was his doing, continuing to walk along with you to wherever the two of you had been going in the first place-
But you knew.
You had seen his stupid red mist envelope him.
For a second, you'd been scared that he was going to kill the guy- and while you knew someone who was comfortable saying such a thing to someone needed to be put in their place, 'murder' was not at all the same as 'putting someone in their place'.
No, he was just slightly- sort of- broken.
Just a bit.
Sylus won't react much, he may give a passing comment about the man, but otherwise, he's back to complimenting you or conversing with you about whatever subject you two had been discussing prior to the creep showing up.
"Sorry, sweetie. I know you don't like bugs. I tried to handle it as... efficiently, as possible."
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is it wrong to admire mingyu as he leans over the open hood of your car, grease stains on his jeans, carefully looking over the problems... again? sometimes you swear you have the worst luck when it comes to this shit, but it does help that you have a mechanic living just down the hall from you... who fully introduced himself to you with his career right there.
"well?" you're sitting on the only clean chair in this place. it's technically after hours now, but mingyu made an exception when you managed to get your car towed here after it crapped out on you. he always seems to do that, for some reason. "can you fix it, doc?"
he chuckles a little, glancing over at you. "it's already fixed," he reaches up, closing the hood of your car. "i had to replace the spark plug, but i thought i'd see if i could see any other problems." mingyu reaches to a rag, wiping his hands off. "sorry about the mess. ended up taking care of a few other things, and..."
he got carried away. you shift uncomfortably in your seat. "so... how much do i--"
"you don't." he's smiling, but he's not looking at you. he's too focused on wiping off his hands, almost as if he's too shy to look at you now. "not this time. i..."
"how much would it have been?"
he says nothing. it tells you everything you need to know. very outside of what you can afford at the moment. and you frown, hugging yourself.
"mingyu, i--"
"then have dinner with me." he finally looks up. "i'm..." he licks his lips nervously, that same awkward smile coming back, "i'm not reading this wrong, am i?"
your heart flutters. you push yourself up from your chair and make your way over, leaning up to peck him on the cheek. but he recoils away quickly, laughing.
"i'm sweaty!" he says, "and--and i've got grease on me! if you want to kiss me, do it later!"
a laugh bubbles up from your chest, and you find yourself only further enamored with this silly man. "i'll take you up on that, then."
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Something about virgin Choso fucks me up in the head oh my god.
He acts tough. Every time heâs around you, talking to Yuuji, his brothers, he puts on a show as though nothing in the world matters, heâs always calm, layed back. Talking to him, you always got so nervous when he stared you down every time without a care in the world it seems, to you it looked like talking to anyone for him was easy as a breeze of wind, you kind of wished you were like that, like Choso. That also was half of why you were attracted to the man. The other half, well, self explanatory: he was great with his brothers, he was attractive in his own damn way which made your knees weak every time you saw him.
You hadnât expected him to be a virgin, and a whiney one at that. When you had walked past the bathroom to the kitchen, you heard him in
the bathroom, he was masturbating.. Were you eavesdropping? Yes, but you couldnât hold yourself from listening in to his beautiful cries of pleasure, whimpering, pleading for some reason, those pretty moans and whines turned you on more than you imagined. Well, the worst part came when you had not realized he was done already, you only realized when he opened the door and stood there, shocked, embarrassement flood over you and you just ran back to the guest bedroom.
If it only wasnât for you getting carried away, this wouldnât be happening right now, you and Choso sitting on the sofa, akwardly waiting for Yuuji to come back from the kitchen so the atmosphere turns nice again. You can feel Choso sneaking glances at you, fidgeting with the black silver rings on his fingers. Not wanting to have this continue for any longer, you decided youâd speak up.
âListen, Iâm sorry for yesterday, I just.. uh..â
You couldnt find a explanation for yourself.
âN-No, Itâs my fault, I shouldnât have.. Uhm, I shouldnât have done it in the bathroom.â
âBut I was eavesdropping on you, I need to apologize for that. I just couldnât help but get carried away from⊠Shock!â
And as Choso was about to answer, Yuuji suddenly came into the room, having only heard muffles of your conversation.
âYo, whatâre you guys talking about?â
With a panic, you blurt whatever comes to mind.
â Oh! I was just telling Choso that Iâll be helping him later.â
âHelping him with what?â
âJust washing the dishes, just to repay him for yesterday, I hit him after he scared me in the dark at night!
Yuuji seems content with that answer, and sits between you two. You couldnât help but notice how Choso looked at you after you said youâll help him later, eyes a little wide, a deep red spreading on his cheeks. He didnât know whether to take it seriously or not, well, you were just making an excuse, but still, a gesture like that would blow his mind completely.
After the movie marathon, you both HAD to go wash the dishes, to play some truth into your silly excuse you gave to Yuuji, it was akward, very akward washing dishes with him. But you got to see Choso, the real him, how he was all fidgety, getting clumsy and blushing as hard as a cherry.
âWas it true..? What you said earlier?â
âWhat are you talking about, Choso?â
âH-How you said youâd help me later..â
âI am helping you thoug- Oh, you mean that?â
You said as the realization hit you, he was hard, and it was all because of your choice of words.
âI-Iâm sorry, I am just gonna go, real sorry for thi-â
âN-No, Choso! I- I can help you, if you want me to?â
The sigh Choso gave out was huge.
âPleaseâŠâ
That was all you needed to hear, proceeding to drag him up to his room at the back of the hall, the location of his room, being secluded and far away from any other room made you so grateful.
You sat him on the edge of his bed, leaning down to massage his thighs.
âHow do you want me to help you, Choso?â
Hearing his name come out of your pretty lips always made him want to hold back smashing his face into yours, but now, he was just confused, he didnât know what would be the most âappropriateâ thing to ask. All he wanted now, was to ruin you, to make you his, kiss you, feel and touch you everywhere he had ever dreamed of.
âI.. I donât know, just- just touch me, do whatever, please..â
When you heard that, you immediately knew that he was a virgin, to your shock infact. Not wanting to torture this poor man any longer, you stopped massaging his thighs for a moment and told him to slide his sweatpants down, all the while looking at the wet spot of precum left on them.
You looked at his length for a second, before actually bringing your hand up to it, to rub and feel it to all of its size, he was huge, possibly the biggest youâve ever had in a partner. It blew your mind and you wondered how it would feel inside you, how it would fill all of your insides, but, right now it was all about Chosoâs pleasure which needed to be fixed.
The pool of precum doubled in size as you continued rubbing it, deciding to finally free it from his boxers, Choso moaned when it sprang up and hit his stomach. That made you look up at him, needing to hear more of his sounds, he looked back at you with a pleading look on his face which just said âplease, touch me alreadyâ
You grabbed his length with your hand and started stroking it, slowly at first, picking up speed with some time. The moans, whines and whimpers this man put out were sent straight to your core.
âPlease, Please, please, go faster, please, Iâm gonna cum, Y/N, please!â
That motivated you to pick up speed, also to tighten your grip on his length to up the pleasure for him. His moans were getting out of control until you looked up at him with a strict look, telling him to be quiet. With that sense of dominance, he came all over, all over your hand, his stomach and thighs. His chest heaving, some small moans still coming out as he came down from his high.
You brought your hand up to your mouth, licking your hand and tasting Him before you began to walk out of his room, off to finish yourself off.
âW-Wait, canât I make you feel good now?â
âI did this as an apology, Choso. Some other time, maybe.â
And with a wink and a smirk to him, you walked off to your room with an almost unbarable heat between your legs, it also had to be fixed.
NOT PROOFREAD ITS FUCKING 5 AM I WANNA GO SLEEP, ILL DO IT SOME OTHER TIME
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Title: Idolification.
Pairing: Yandere!Itadori Yuuji x Reader (JJK).
Word Count: 5.0k.
TW: No Curse/College AU, Fem!Reader, Non/Con, Prolonged Stalking, (Unintentional) Emotional Manipulation, Oral Sex, Drunk Sex, Unprotected Sex, Age Gap (Reader's 27, Yuuji's 22), Intimidation, Brief Mommy Kink, Pepper Spray, and Obsessive Behavior. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.
âIâm so, so, so, so sorry.â
âIt was an accident, you donât have toââ Yuuji was cut off by another splash of milk, quickly followed by another jet of water. Her makeshift treatment was harsh, the temperature alternating unpredictably between ice cold and scalding hot, but Yuuji took the abuse with a smile that was almost bright enough to distract you from the red, aggravated skin around his eyes. Almost. âItâs alright,â he managed, eventually, doing his best not to sound like he was being slowly drowned in your bathtub. âBelieve it or not, thatâs only the second worst thing Iâve gotten in my eyes.â
Knowing him, it was probably closer to the fourth or fifth, but that did little to ease your guilt. Heâd been leaving as you were getting home from your second twelve-hour shift of the week, and from there, itâd been a comedy of errors. He spotted you coming down the hall, haggard and bleary-eyed, and saw the babysitter whoâd spent more summers than not keeping him (and, by association, his older half-brother) out of trouble before their family fell off of the face of the planet, and reacted the way Yuuji reacted to most things â with open arms and a contagious smile. Youâd looked at him, a far cry from the kid youâd spent so much time looking after, and seen a very strange, very grown man loitering outside of the door to your shoebox of an apartment before charging towards you with a manic expression and, well, you had always wanted an excuse to use the pepper spray you carried near-religiously. It was only a shame it had to be on someone as sweet as Yuuji.
Now, you were on your knees on the floor of your bathroom, your fingers tangled in Yuujiâs hair as your roommate gently waterboarded him with a cartoon of organic oat milk in one hand and your decade-old showerhead in the other. The front of his t-shirt was soaked through, his lung half-flooded at least, but he was still grinning like youâd greeted him with a blank check and a litter of puppies. âHonestly, itâs on me,â he insisted, his enthusiasm too potent not to be genuine. âMiss Shoko mentioned she was living with someone.â
At the mention of your roommate, Shoko Ieiri, your attention shifted to the woman in-question. You werenât an idiot. After the shock died down, it hadnât taken long for you to piece together why a young man would be rushing to get out of your apartment while your attractive (albeit, socially dead) roommate was home alone. When she met your prying eyes, you shot her a pointed glare. âCradle rocker.â
She threatened to turn the showerhead on you, but relented as soon as you flinched away. âHeâs in one of my classes,â she muttered, then pushed herself to her feet with a soft groan. âWeâre out of milk,â she said, shaking the empty carton. âLet his eyes air-dry. Iâll be in my office â come get me if he starts crying again.â
âIâm a doctor too, yâknow.â
âYouâll be a doctor in another year. Right now, youâre an intern.â She eyed Yuuji wearily. âAn intern who physically assaults her patients, at that.â
Without any real way to retort, you stuck your tongue out â a gesture Shoko mimicked as she slipped out of the crime scene that was your bathroom. Despite Shokoâs advice, you fished a towel off the nearest rack and handed it to Yuuji, who accepted it with a grateful hum. âI really am sorry,â you repeated, burying your face in your hands. âItâs just, itâs been so long, and you look so different, and god, itâs beenââ
ââten years,â Yuuji filled in, probably tired of hearing you repeat the same two excuses. âI remember, âcuz you invited us to your graduation that year. I wanted to go, too, but Gramps got sick andâŠâ He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck with an airy chuckle. âYou know how it is.â
âOh my god,â you gasped. âI loved your grandfather. How is he?â
Yuujiâs smile wavered for the first time. âHe passed, actually. A few years ago.â
Fuck.
If the building was going to collapse and bury you in the rubble, that wouldâve been the time.
âSukunaâs doing good, though,â Yuuji went on, kind enough to pretend there hadnât been a lapse. âHe opened a restaurant a few months ago. Itâs a hole-in-the-wall kind of place, but itâs been keeping him out of the ring.â His expression brightened. âAnd youâre a doctor! I mean, I knew you would be, but youâre a doctor!â
You felt your face heat up his brotherâs name, your eyes falling to the tiled floor. âAlmost a doctor. I just started my internship.â And theyâd already managed to work you half to death. âYouâre in med school, right? Shoko never teaches undergrad.â
âItâs my first semester,â he said with a slight laugh. âItâs harder than I thought itâd be, though. Miss Shoko offered to give me a few pointers, but, yâknowââ He sighed, let his head lull back. âIâm starting to think Iâm just not smart enough for stuff like this.â
âYou shouldnât say that kind of thing about yourself. Youâve always beenââ You cut yourself off with a sudden gasp, clapping your hands together. âIf youâre struggling, let me help you study! I have tomorrow off, and I promise, Iâm not as strict as Shoko.â
Immediately, he straightened up, your towel still strung around his neck and his smile returned to its full brightness. It only dimmed slightly when he glanced down at his damp shirt. ââŠthere wonât be as much pepper spray this time, right?â
His smile was as contagious as itâd been when he was still a kid, begging you to let him stay up yet another hour past his already-lenient bedtime. Despite his bloodshot eyes and your lingering, only slightly lessened guilt, you found yourself biting back a grin. Â
âNo pepper spray, this time. I promise.â
~
âRoom for one more?â
She glanced over her shoulder as you struggled past the jammed sliding door, taking a moment to evaluate your stiff shoulders and strained smile over the thick frames of her glasses before nodding curtly. Your relief was immediate and all-encompassing. Honestly, you shouldâve known better than to do anything but shake your head and flee the country when Yuuji invited you to hang out with a few of his friends, but heâd sworn up and down that it wasnât a party and promised that you wouldnât be out of place and pouted in a way youâd never been able to resist. You were starting to think that, no matter how old you got, youâd never learn to say ânoâ to Yuuji.
The blaring music was only vaguely muffled by the glass, the blurry outlines of other guests playing behind thin curtains. There was a red solo cup in your hand, a lipstick stain on your cheek from a girl whoâd passed out half an hour ago, but you were hyper-aware that you were too old to be at a college party with people at least half a decade younger than you, in the best cases. You braced yourself against the balcony railing with a soft groan, crossing your arms and hanging your head low enough to warrant a hum of sympathy from the woman next to you. She held up a box of cigarettes â the cheap kind you and Shoko used to split on the days you had to decide between food and rent â and you accepted her offer with the kind of gratitude you could only assume a starving lion wouldâve shown to a limping gazelle.
âMaki,â she said, shaking one into your open palm and fishing a lighter out of her pocket. âYouâre one of Itadoriâs friends?â
âYou could say that.â You let her light you up before taking a shaky drag, the bitter taste a welcome distraction. âIâve been tutoring him for a few weeks. I think he just invited me as a way to say âthank youâ.â
Her eyes flashed with recognition, the corner of his lips turning upward for the first time. âYouâre the chick who used to babysit him. (Y/n), right?â
âHeâs mentioned me?â
âHe wonât shut up about you. Every other word out of his mouth is â(Y/n) thisâ or â(Y//n) thatâ.â She tapped her cigarette against the edge of the railing, sending a few flakes of ash fluttering down to the street below. âMegumi gets it the worst, but weâve all had to see the fucking pictures.â
âThat⊠that sounds like him.â You forced out a half-hearted laugh, then wavered. âIâm sorry, pictures?â
Maki opened her mouth, but the balcony door was jerked open before she could respond. Yuji appeared in the open entryway, cheeks flushed and grin wide. He drawled your name in a single slur before moving on to more important topics. âWe found aâWe found a karaoke machine! âgumi thinks he can get it running!â
You sent Maki an apologetic look, but she only shrugged, a sliver of a grin. âBetter get him tucked in.â
This time, when you smiled back, it didnât quite reach your eyes.
~
It took a month for Yuuji to start âforgettingâ his textbooks when he came over for your little study sessions.
It took three for Yuuji to drop the pretense of studying at all â calling you out to some late-night diner or lethargic early-morning cafĂ© or, better yet, showing up at your apartment door unannounced and empty-handed with only that unnerving smile and a half-baked excuse to spend time with you.
It took six for his hand to drift just a little lower than your shoulder while you watched some awful, b-rated horror movie on your well-beaten couch. You let him reach your waist before clearing your throat and shifting away, your smile pained.
âI⊠I think you should probably leave,â you half-mumbled, your voice shaking. âItâs getting late.â
âWe havenât even gotten to the best part yet.â Predictably, Yuuji was undeterred. His persistence used to be endearing, but now, it just felt unfair. âI donât mind sleeping over, if thatâs what youâre worried about. Itâs not like weâve never spent the night together.â
A nervous laugh, his hand planted just a little too close to your thigh. âI wish you wouldnât phrase it likeââ
âI mean, I know Iâm your type.â It was almost impressive, what he could say with such an innocent expression. His free hand found its way to your other side, pinning you between the arm of the couch and his broad chest. âI know you had a thing for Sukuna, and everyone says weâre practically identical. That means you should be into me too, right?â
âYuuji,â Your eyes darted to your phone, left absent-mindedly on your coffee table. The urge was there, but it wasnât like he would actually hurt you. Heâd always been a sweet kid â a little overzealous, but that wasnât a crime. This was just⊠a bad decision, one you had to stop him from making before he did something heâd regret. âSukuna is my age, andââ
âI donât care about that.â He cut in swiftly, definitively. His bright eyes had glazed over, catching the dim light of your T.V. as he leaned in further, as his face came to hover less than a full breath away from yours. âIâve loved you since I was eight. Can Sukuna say that?â
âThatâs notââ
âI know you used to fuck him.â His chest was touching yours, now, his breath hot against your skin. âI know youâd fuck him again, if he was here. I knowââ
You didnât give him a chance to finish. It was a weak blow, simultaneously hesitant and instinctual, but your open palm made contact with his cheek with a deafening crack, his head snapping to the side and putting that much more distance between his body and yours. He moved to cup his swelling cheek, and you took the opportunity to slip out from underneath him and stumble to your feet. âI think you should leave,â you repeated, the words spat hastily enough to blend together. âPlease, Yuuji.â
For a second, he didnât move, didnât speak.
Then, he turned to face you, his smile wiped away and his expression so blank, you couldnât remember how youâd ever looked at him and saw anything other than void.
He didnât say anything, only pushing himself to his feet and shambling out of your living room. You kept your eyes on the ground until his footsteps faded out of earshot, until you heard the front door creak open and slam shut with enough force to shake the walls.
When you were sure he was gone, you collapsed onto your couch and laid motionless while an actress screamed in the background.
~
âYour golden boyâs asking about you, again.â
You groaned, buckling at the waist and burying your face in your arms. Shoko glanced up from the exams she was grading, but whatever sympathy she mightâve felt apparently didnât warrant the effort it wouldâve taken to reach across the table to comfort you. âSatoruâs been getting it, too,â she went on. âThatâs how you know itâs bad. I canât remember the last time someone managed to talk over that narcissist.â
âIâm sorry.â You couldnât remember how many times youâd already apologized for Yuujiâs recent fixation. âHeâs⊠probably just worried about his grades, or something.â
Her lips quirked into a frown. âWhat are you talking about?â
âI was helping him study,â you admitted, reluctantly. As much as Shoko had to hear about your unruly patients and patronizing coworkers, youâd been less open about how much time you were spending with a student fresh out of undergrad. âHeâs never been that good with school. I used to have to help him with his homework in elementary school, too.â
This time, she decided your conversation was important enough to earn her full attention. âItadoriâs one of my best students.â
You felt your chest tighten. âBut, the first time he came over, you were tutoringââ
She said your name, curt and blunt, and you went quiet. With a sigh, she shook her head, dropping her pen entirely. âWhen was the last time I offered to personally tutor a struggling student?â
You swallowed dryly. âNever.â
âAnd when was the last time I gave our full address out to literally anyone?â
âNever,â you said, again. After a second, you added, âWell, there was that one time with IoriâŠâ
âNot the point. I know you donât want to hear it, but the kidâs a creep. You might have toââ
She was cut off by your phone buzzing against the table. Your eyes scanned over the callerâs name scrawled across the dim screen before moving back to Shoko, her gaze now narrowed into a sharp glare. âDonât.â
And, for a second, you didnât. You convinced yourself that you wouldnât. You told yourself that, after you bought Satoru around of drinks as an apology, youâd do⊠youâd do something about Yuuji, even if you werenât sure what you could do, just yet.
Then, you let yourself picture the kid you used to watch for a few dollars an hour while his grandfather was sick and his brother was on the other side of town doing something dubiously legal at best, dead in a ditch at worst â all wide eyes and scuffed elbows and lopsided grins. You let yourself remember the way heâd ramble about his day after you picked him up from school, and how excited he was the first time you made it to one of his schoolâs sports days, and how heâd clung to you and sobbed the day before his family moved to the other side of the country. At the time, youâd been thankful to have one less responsibility, relieved that youâd never have to see Sukuna again. Youâd been selfish, even for a kid.
The phone was in your hand in a moment, the call answered in another. You stood as you brought it to your ear, hoping that would be enough to block out Shokoâs mumbled cursing.
âYuuji?â
~
The silence in your car was thick, nearly suffocating.
Itâd been one of Yuujiâs friends calling from his phone â the dark-haired one with the monotone voice, barely audible over the blaring music of whichever nightclub they were standing outside of. Heâd asked you to, in his own words, âcome get your problem childâ, and when youâd asked why Yuuji needed you specifically, heâd only handed the phone back to Yuuji and let you listen to a full minute of whining, your name the only coherent thing to make it off of Yuujiâs tongue. Shoko urged you not to go, and yet, twenty minutes later, Yuuji was slumped over in your passenger seat, his eyes narrowed and his lips pursed in an uncharacteristic frown.
He was less talkative than heâd been on the phone. The clingier stages of his inebriation had passed, leaving room for a disassociated sort of passiveness that meant, even if youâd been brave enough to try and start a conversation, his response wouldnât be anything worth that kind of effort. By the time you reached his apartment complex, the knot sitting at the pit of your stomach was equal parts dread and second-hand embarrassment, but you tried to keep your tone light as you turned to him. âItâs time to get out, Yuuji.â And then, when he failed to move, âYouâre on your own from here.â
He looked at you, eyes unfocused and hands folded almost childishly over his lap. You softened more than you shouldâve at the sight. ââŠdo you need help getting home?â
A second of thought, a quick nod. You shouldnât. You knew that you really, really shouldnât.
And yet, somehow, you found yourself in front of Yuujiâs door, fussing over the lock as Yuuji clung to your side, his face buried in the dip of your shoulder. He was cooperative enough; able to stand on his own with minimum swaying but not so lucid that it took more than a gentle suggestion to lead him to his bedroom, where he was more than happy to collapse onto his unmade bed. With a shaky exhale, you turned to leave, but something caught on your sleeve â Yuujiâs hand, when you could bring yourself to check.
âStay,â he mumbled, his voice dampened by the sheets his face was buried in. âPlease?â
You felt your throat go dry. âI canât.â
You expected him to go shrill and whiny, but he proved to be a touch more mature than the ten-year-old you used to babysit. Rather flatly, he asked, âWhy not?â
How were you supposed to answer that? Would it be good enough to say that you didnât want to, that you couldnât spend your night looking after a drunk kid youâd known a decade ago, that youâd already done more than you shouldâve just by giving him a ride? Was it worth trying to talk to him at all when he could barely hold his head up? Would it do anything to soften the burn of the bile rising into your throat to point out that, the last time youâd been in the same room as him, heâd tried toâ
No, it wasnât and it wouldnât and you had to leave. With your heart racing in your chest, you tried to jerk yourself out of his hold, but his vice-grip only grew tighter, his head rising up from the mattress just enough to let him stare at you with those big, bleary eyes. âWhy not?â
âYuuji, this isnâtââ
He was so, so much stronger than he had been, the last time youâd seen each other. One second, you were on your feet, at his bedside, and the next, you were on the floor of his bedroom, forced onto your hands and knees while Yuujiâs body pressed into yours from above. âI love you,â he said, his voice as steady as itâd ever been. âI love you, and IâFuckââ He panted against the back of your neck, something uncomfortably stiff grinding against your ass. âIt makes me so fucking hard when you say my name like that.â
A hand slipped under the hem of your top, his palm pressing into the small of your back. You moved to speak, then thought better of it, biting into your bottom lip as your anxious squirming turned to full-blown struggling. Yuuji only laughed, the noise airy and affectionate, winding an arm around your waist and pulling you that much closer to him â making it that much more impossible to get away. His free hand worked clumsily at your top; drawing it up and over your head. You fought against it at first, but froze the first time you felt something stretch a little too far, heard fabric tear. This couldnât happen, but you absolutely couldnât be stranded in Yuujiâs apartment with no clothes and no way out.
With his face buried in the back of your shoulder, he cupped your chest, catching your nipples between his forefinger and thumb and pinching with just enough force to draw a low, strained whimper from the back of your throat. âSo cuteâŠâ He nuzzled deeper into your neck as his touch drifted. Your skirt was drawn downward â a long piece, something youâd thrown on without much thought â then discarded completely, his own shirt wrestled off in the same motion. You felt his fingertips slip under the hem of your panties, but he pulled away and straightened his back, instead. For a second, you let yourself believe that heâd come to his senses, that whatever sick idea heâd gotten into his head had finally worn off, but the arm wrapped around your waist only drew tighter, hauling you off of the floor and into his arms. You were dropped unceremoniously onto the edge of his bed, and Yuuji sunk onto his knees between your open legs.
âI know youâve probably slept with other people â aside from my brother, I mean. Itâd be nice to find out you havenât, though.â His tone was distant and dreamy. He was still drunk, but not drunk enough for how heâd been acting earlier. Not drunk enough for what he was doing now. He traced the pad of his thumb over your clothed slit, keeping a hand curled around your ankle to keep you in place. âI used to hear you with Sukuna â in his car, and his room, on the couch after you two thought Iâd fallen asleep âŠâ He trailed off into an airy laugh. âHe likes to show off â always has. If he wasnât my brother, I think Iâd kill him.â
He sighed, pressing a lingering kiss into the inside of your thigh before shifting his attention to your pussy; his tongue laving over the thin material covering your cunt. You were crying, now, openly and audibly â your choked sobs almost loud enough to block out Yuujiâs quiet groans and pleased grunts. However his obsession mightâve made him think he felt about you, your distress didnât seem to affect his appetite. Your panties were pulled down your legs and slid into some unseen pocket. With the last barrier between you and him gone, he was free to trace his tongue over your slit, to latch onto your clit and suck in a way that made you want to bury your face in your hands and scream. You tried to â crossing your arms over your face, but any sound you tried to make was quickly strangled into a broken moans as his tongue fucked shallowly into your pussy. It was invasive, disgusting, but your body didnât care. You felt cunt clench around him as his nose ground into your clit, his need for air irrelevant while he spread you open with his tongue. Your thighs clenched shut, attempting to block him out, but his only response was a reverberating groan â and hand on your thigh encouraging you to squeeze him that much tighter.
You couldnât tell which you hated more; the unwanted stimulation or the fact that your body was reacting to it, heating up where you needed it to go cold. As he sunk further into you, ate you out like a beast starved, you clenched your eyes and willed yourself to go numb, to ignore the sloppy sound of your slick on Yuujiâs lips. It was useless, though, as futile as trying to ignore him in the first place. Your back arched off the bed, legs twitching where they hung limply over his shoulders, andâ
 âand Yuuji pulled away with a sharp gasp. He was on top of you before you could process that he was moving, his mouth crashing into yours before you could think to avoid him. The kiss was brutal, rushed; all teeth and tongue and lips shoved against yours with enough force to bruise. The only hint of tenderness was the soft, satisfied noise he let out as his tongue raked across yours, the bright grin painted across his lips when he drew back from you. âItâs alright.â He brought a hand to your cheek, cupping your face and brushing away tears with his thumb. âIâve slept with other people too, âcause I knew Iâd need a little practice to catch up with you. Could never go all the way, though. I just thought about you, andâŠâ He blushed, simpered, like he thought he could pass himself off as the shy, lip-biting schoolboy with your slick coating his chin. âI guess I just didnât really want anyone else to touch me. Not when I knew Iâd see you again.â
A horrified sob bubbled up from somewhere deep and primal in your chest. Yuuji didnât seem to hear it, only sighing as he pressed a lingering kiss into your forehead. âYou donât have to do anything,â he muttered, his hands falling to your waist. âI want to take care of you, tonight.â
You watched in stunned, paralyzed horror as he pushed himself to his feet, as he hastily worked off his jeans, his boxers (the dark material already notably stained with proof of his arousal). You made one more feeble attempt to squirm out from underneath him, to get away before his attention turned back to you, but confused and betrayed and so, so exhausted, you didnât stand much of a chance against Yuuji. All he had to do was glance your way, his expression as warm as it was soulless, to leave you helpless against him.
He was eager enough not to reposition you, not to draw this out with the pretense of romance. With one hand on your hip and the other planted near your head, he lined the head of his cock up with your entrance and forced himself into you, bottoming out in a single thrust.
It was agony â pure and unrelenting. Any semblance of gentleness, of restraint fell away as soon as Yuuji was inside of you, as soon as your hyper-sensitive cunt clamped down around his cock. He cursed under his breath before collapsing, his chest pressing into yours as he tried to bury himself that much deeper inside of you, to chase the feeling of your pussy milking him for all he was worth. As hard as you tried not to think about Sukuna, Yuuji hadnât been lying when he said they were alike. He was just as insatiable as his brother had been any time you let him but his hands on you; just as rough in the way his hips ground into yours between sporadic thrusts. Thereâd been bruises, the next day. At least Sukuna had been the type to make sure he was gone by the time the damage set in. You doubted Yuuji would be so kind.
âIâIâm sorry,â he managed as he buckled into you. Panting against the dip of your shoulder, he took your hips in his hands and dragged your ass of the mattress, his brutal pace stuttering as he found a new angle to abuse. âNext timeâIâll be gentle next time, I just need toââ
His cock hit something soft and sensitive inside of you. Reflexively, your hands shot to his back, your nails finding skin and tearing. The moan Yuuji let out in response was nothing short of sinful; hitched and guttural, ragged and loud enough to block out the wet, slick sound of his cock pumping into your cunt. âMââ His hand wraps around your thigh, catching you under the knee and dragging it towards your chest, letting him fuck into you that much deeper, that much faster. His face never left the crook of your neck, as if he was afraid to give you space to breathe. âMommy, âm sorry, I need toââ
His teeth sunk into your throat as something hot and thick flooded into your cunt, as your body went stiff and your vision burned white. While his climax was sudden, intense, the peak to a decadeâs worth of patience, yours had to be dragged out of you despite your attempts to hold it back, to deny yourself pleasure in the vain hope that itâd somehow be able to convince Yuuji to stop what heâd already finished. It seemed to hold you there in that state of dark, distorted euphoria for minutes â Yuujiâs movements turning slow and languid as he nursed you through your orgasm.
Eventually, mercifully, he went still, going limp above you with his canines still planted in the curve of your neck. If there was any pain, any other unwanted burdens he could force onto you, you were too lost in your own despair to notice, too distant to feel anything other than the mildest tinge of dread as he pulled back, raising his head just far enough to stare down at you, adoration heavy in his eyes and his grin wide and love-struck.
A small, naĂŻve part of you found the sight suffocatingly familiar, while the rest could almost convince itself that you were looking at a stranger.
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When They're Drunk|Hyungline
Warnings: Mentioning of alcohol, Complete and utter shanagigans and tomfoolery
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Chan|
âHehe.â You snapped your head back, looking for the owner of the noise that just blessed your ears. When you couldnât find the perpetrator you turned back to cutting up vegetables for the soup you were making.
âHehe.âÂ
You turn around again. Surely you couldnât have imagined that. You sighed, shaking your head. Am I going crazy?
Not even a minute passed and you heard it once more.
âHehe.â This time when you turned you felt your foot hit something soft and squishy.
Chris just side eyed the foot that just kicked his dimpled cheeks and then trailed those same beautiful brown eyes up to you.
âChristopher Bahng get up from the floor, that's nasty!âÂ
âHehehehehe.â He continuously giggled as you stared down at him, not even trying to help him get up because you were confident in your inability to do so.
Instead you set aside the knife for your vegetables and slouched down on the floor as well.
âHehehehehe.âÂ
âWhats so funny?â
âCarrot.â
You deadpanned at the Aussie in front of you and it sparked another fit of uncontrollable âheheâââs.
âLove, what on earth is so funny about carrots?â
His lips shot out into a kissy face as he shook his head. âYou don- hehhehe - undertan-heheheh-the- jo-hehehe.â
You sighed as you watched him try- but fail in explaining what he thought was so funny about the crunchy orange vegetable.
âChris, I think tonight is the last time you should ever drink alcohol, baby.â
Your boyfriend - fiance - looked at you, his dimples showing even more as the giggles kept coming out of him.
âBut I had to celebrate!â He pulled your hand from off the ground and put it close to his face. He outlined the ring he had given you. âSee? This is a cause for celebration.â
You couldnât help but laugh as you watched the man in front you look at your ring as if he was staring at his laptop screen - with complete 100% undivided attention.
âChris, you knew I was going to say yes to marrying you, baby. Who in their right mind wouldnât say yes?â
âMmmmâŠa lot of people. Hehe.âÂ
You got up from the ground, this time Chris coming up with you.
âAlcoholâŠitâŠheheâŠheheâŠheheâŠâÂ
At this point, anyone would have been annoyed with this amount of giggling from a drunk person. But his giggle was so heartbreakingly adorable you couldnât help but turn around and kiss the lips it was escaping from.
His eyes widened and he cocked his head. âWhyâŠâ
âWhy did I kiss you?â
âY-hehe.â He started laughing, his giggles becoming nearly uncontrollable to the point he started coughing- then gagging - then straight up heaving onto the kitchen counter.
Onto the vegetables you had been cutting up for dinner.
You let out an exasperated breath, all while keeping a smile on you face as Chris stared at you wide eyed.
âI didnât mean to!â He whined, a small hiccup accompanying the sad gesture.
âI know you didn't, baby. You just giggled too much.â You said as you took a damp cloth and began wiping at his face - taking the opportunity to poke his dimple.
âIâm sorryâŠâ His lip poked out in a pout.
âDonât be. It mighttttt have been one of the reasons I fell for you so hard in the first place.
He smiled and looked out you lovingly as you continued to wipe his face.
This time you were the one to let out the giggle.
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Minho|
Minho was extremely drunk. You didnât know how he got so carried away with his drinks. He usually was very careful with the amount of alcohol he ingested, just in case things were to potentially get out of hand and get leaked to the press.Â
But even if it did get leaked- you know nothing bad would come of it. Because Minho was not an extreme drunk.
Unless he was extremely caring.
âBaby, you have to put a jacket on or else youâll get cold.â Minho said as he stripped himself of his jacket and placed it over your shoulders. You chuckled as you took off the jacket, because you were sitting in the guys' dorms, and it was rather warm in there.Â
Minho huffed and put his jacket over you again.
âYah! Baby. You need to put my jacket on or else youâll be cold.â He said his voice turned more stern in the slightest.
âIts hot in here thoughâŠâ
âThats just all the alcâŠac..alâŠacl- thats because you drank too much, love.â His head was shaking as he gave a few tsk tsk sounds. âYou had too much fun.â
You sure it was me who had too much fun?
When he turned away to walk to the kitchen you slipped off your cardigan so youâd be slightly less warm, and to make Minho happy by wearing his cologne stained jacket. You inhaled as you always did. His scent bringing every single thought of him to mind.
You smiled as Minho walked back into the living room on wobbly feet with Advil and water.Â
âBaby take these. It will help when youâre hungover tomorrow.â
âIâm completely sober, love.â You say, laughter coating your voice.Â
Minho groaned and hit his head like a frustrated toddler. âYA! Baby! Youâll be hungover tomorrow if you donât take your medicine! Here. Here.â He said pushing the medicine into your hands. You tried handing them back but he just groaned. âYouâre so stubborn when youâre drunk. Iâm never letting you eat againâÂ
âEat?â
âDrink I mean drink.â He said, looking up as if he was thinking. âYeah, drink.â He poured out a few more advil but then the entire bottle fell and the medicine scattered across the floor.
âI canât have my babyâs head hurt.â He said, shaking his own. He picked up a few medicine tablets of the ground and blew on them. Then he pat your head and shot up onto wobbly feet once more, making a beeline for the fridge to get you a snack, forgetting to hand you the medicine he intended to give you.
He came back with a tub of icecream and a spoon. âHere!â He pushed the tub into your hands, the warmth of his own contrasting with the frigid feel of the container.
As Minho placed both his hands on his knees as he knelt down in front of you, making sure you eat and take your advil, you couldnât help but feel an overwhelming sense of love for your husband..
âMinho, can you take it first?â You stuck out your lip and gave your best pleading face. âI donât like it but if you take it first I promise I will.â You said raising your hand.
Without question he swallowed a couple of pills, downing a good bit of the water.
âAnything for my babyyyyy.â He laid his chin in your lap and opened his mouth, waiting for you to spoon feed him.Â
His lips wrapped around the spoon in a small âOâ but pulled back with a big smile.
âBaby.â He said poking your leg. âAnd baby.â He said poking your tummy.
âAnd baby.â You said poking his nose.Â
He gave a quick nod and opened his mouth again, as you pet his hair. Except this time he pulled back with a frown.
âBaby! Why are you drinking so much! YA YOUâRE PREGNANT YOU CANâT DRINK.â He pulled his head off of your lap and was about to scold you again, but instead rushed up to get to the bathroom but made it as far as the kitchen sink before he let out the contents of his celebratory night.
He looked up after giving a long sigh, the exhaustion for the night hitting him almost immediately.
He whimpered and went to go hug you, putting his head on your shoulder.Â
âI think Iâm drunkâŠâ He whined.
âAnd I think Iâm pregnant.â
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Changbin|
âYAH!! WHY ARE YOU LOOOKING AT MY PARTNER?!â You had to hold Binnie back as he kicked his tiny little legs trying to get to the poor guy who had only glanced in your general direction.
âCHANGBIN JESUS, MARY, AND JOSEPH WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!âÂ
The angry little gym rat turned to you and pouted. âHe looked at you.â
âBe so for real Bin.â
âI am. His eyes landed on you.â
You couldnât help but laugh as Changbin deadpanned at you, and the guy quickly scurried away.
âChangbin you wonât bite, but youâll sure as hell bark.â
âI will bite.â
âReally, now?â
Changbin nodded with determination. âWatch and learn.â He waddled up to his hyung and latched his teeth onto Christopherâs shoulder.
âHOLY SHIT-â Chris pulled away quickly and Changbin smiled a you. âI told you I bite!â He said as he mimicked the nerd and finger emoji combination.
Seungmin and Minho were laughing their asses off as Chris looked at your boyfriend horrified. The at you with a look of utter betrayal.
âY/N⊠how could you even suggest that.â He said his eyes wide.
âI didnât think heâd actually bite to be honestâŠâ
Changbin waddled back over to you and latched his arm by your side. Looking around intently.
âWhat are you looking for baby?â
âEnemies. If another dares to look at my preciou- hnnnghh - Y/N Iâll rip their - hnnnghgh - face off.â
You all paused in the middle of the street, allowing Changbin a few minutes of fresh air and even breathing until his nausea passed.
âHe gets really feisty when drunk, huh?â Felix asked as you guys all sat on the sidewalk, Minho patting the youngerâs back while he bent over closer to the ground - even though with his height he was basically at the ground.Â
âYeah haha⊠I knew he was possessive but I didnât expect him to be this possessive.â
Changbin looked up to a see a woman and her child walking and he yelled out again. âARE YOU LOOKING AT MY PRECIOUS Y/N-IE???â
The woman looked at Changbin as if he was a psycho and ushered herself and her child off quickly.
Felix began to laugh which sparked a fit of laughter from all of the people.Â
âHe really does want to pick a fight with every single person that walks by.â Hyunjin commented as he shot a look towards a group of young kids walking towards you guys.
They saw a drunk man bent over and like the smart kids they were crossed the street.
âHeâs a handful.â You groan as you lay back on the sidewalk. Not even considering the amount of germs on it. âBut heâs my handful.â
âQuite literally too. Because he is about as small as Bangchan is old, and Hyunjin is dramatic.â Seungmin commented without so much as a smile. You couldnât help but laugh at how serious he was.
âYAH SEUNGMINNNNNNN!! WHY ARE YOU MAKING Y- HNNHNDKFH-â Before he could finish his sentence Changbin was throwing up and you got up to go help him.
âY/NâŠI donât feel good.âÂ
âI know baby, I know.â You said.Â
âWhy do people keep looking at you? I only want to look at you.â He said as you guys all continued that last final stretch to the dorm.
âI donât know. Maybe because Iâm pretty?â
âNo. Youâre beautiful theres a difference.â
You smiled and opened your mouth to ask what exactly about you was beautiful, but Changbin ripped himself from your arms and started rushing towards a middle aged man who was stepping out of a restaurant with his wife.
âYAHHHH!â
You groaned and rushed after your little angry toddler - vowing to never let him get this drunk again.
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Hyunjin|
Hyunjin sat across from you at the sports bar you guys were at. Seungmin had dragged you all along to watch the world series with him; and since you guys were in America you thought the Kids thought it would be a fun experience to experience an American sports bar.
Hyunjin had long since drunk his fair share of alcohol.
âIts not like in KoreaâŠâ He had said before he went down the rabbit hole of different beverages.
Chan had been glancing over in concern, but relaxed a little when he noticed how well you were taking care of your boyfriend.
You popped an onion ring in your mouth and Hyunjin was staring at the basket of fried goodness in front of you.âDo you like onions? Would you like one?â
Hyunjin shook his head- yet proceeded to grab one and place it on your ring finger, then placing one on his.
âSee Jagiya? Weâre married now.â He mumbled, his cheeks flushed, a beautiful but slightly concerning pink.
âBaby, I think its time we get you back to the hotel.â You informed Chris that you would be taking Hyunjin back.
âAre you sure thats safe? I can send another one of the guys with you-â You shook your head. âOkay. Just call me if you need anything?âÂ
âOf course Christopher. And donât worry. I grew up in this city so I know my way around.â You say giving a friendly wink and helping Hyunjin up from his chair.
The night breeze was cool, and you figured it would help Hyunjin sober up slightly.
Which you were correct about, since about Ÿ of the way back to the hotel he was coherent enough to make normal conversation - albeit his response time was somewhat slow and his answers slightly slurred.
You noticed a small group of girls lock eyes with you and widen them simultaneously.
âJinnie. I think you have some fans.â You said, a smile appearing on your face as they slowly made their way over. You helped them get over their hesitation as you waved them over.
âWe wonât bite!â You giggled.
They came up to you and seemed to struck to speak.
âI-Is thatâŠyou and Hyunjin?â
You chuckled. âYeah we were going to go public soon, but they were trying to figure out how to break the news that Hyunjin was dating a staff memberâŠbut I assume a lot of you have peeped something out. Especially since weâve been together over a year now. The only reason why weâve decided to disclose at all is because you guys are so intuitive. Stay should the new FBI.â You joked. The girls immediately eased up and Hyunjin bowed to them, giving a slightly sloppy smile.Â
âCan we get a picture?â One of the girls asked, you looked at Hyunjin but the girl corrected herself. âWe meant like..with⊠both of you? You guys are adorable together!â You felt your heart almost burst at your first supporting fans of you and Jinnieâs relationship.
âBaby are you good to take a picture?â
He nodded- in a seeming state of almost complete soberness and posed happily for a few pictures with you and the stays.
âAre we allowed to post this?â One of them asked meekly.
âI would wait until JYP releases an official announcement of our relationship. But after that of course.â You dig in your purse and pull out a few photocards. âHereâŠI think Chris andâŠSeungmin signed these ones. And this one is⊠Binnie!â You said handing them the cards. âBabyâŠcan you sign the cards too?â
Hyunjin nodded and signed the cards, and you heard one of the girls gasp in surprise.
Hyunjin still had the onion ring on his finger.
âJinnie! Why the fuck-frick do you still have the onion ring on your finger?!â You asked in complete shock, correcting yourself in front of the girls.
âBecause weâre married? Duh.â He said in complete seriousness. He bowed to the girls politely and then came up with force. âRemember when you post to caption Y/N as my wife. Iâll even let you take a picture with the rings too.â He nudged your shoulder, provoking you to stick out your hand as well, and the girls looking at each other with slight giggles as they all snapped pictures of your and Hyunjinâs hands.
Once they were finished they waved goodbye they scurried off in the opposite direction.
You let out a big guffaw. âI really hope you remember this Jinnie.â
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âY/N? Why is there a picture of my hand with an onion ring going viral on social media?â
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