#he speaks. to show he doesn't care + english doesn't let him go off on the emotion side + he can get quite lively on some occasions when

[yoyomomiko]

WHAT ARE UR HEADCANONS 4 DAISUKE X READER??????

Pairings: Daisuke x F!reader

Warnings: a lil cringe, maybe some cursing, not proofread, probably contains grammar mistakes, ENGLISH isn't my first language!!

(A/N): OMG I LOVE DAISUKE😍😍 ANYWAYS THIS IS KINDA SHORT AND RUSHED BECAUSE I WAS EXCITED TO WRITE THIS I'M SO SORRY👉👈 -> m.list

★CRUSHING/CONFESSION

Hear me out, you fell first he fell harder.

I am very confident that at first he didn't even realize he himself had a crush on you... Like, he wanted to make you laugh more than he wanted to to the others, he always wanted to help you and be there for you... So, he pieced two and two together, and figured out that he actually was in love with you.

If he were to tell someone (probably not) it would OFCCC be our nice old man Swansea☺️

You see, Daisuke is very... Uhm, an idiot, so he won't understand when you're flirting with him. That's just him, he's too dense. You have to speak up, or else he won't pick up.

He always cracks jokes around you just to try and make you laugh😀

But like, it's so obvious he likes you

He's following you like a lost puppy, eager to please you in ANY way.

He's crushing on you so hard...

You kinda notice it since he just helps you with everything, offering help with your chores or just anything in general.

HE THINKS HE'S HIDING IT SOOO WELL BUT IN REALITY AT LEAST SOMEBODY CAUGHT UP TO IT (probably Swansea duh)

Let's say he's the one to confess first...

He would do it on accident for SURE. Do what you will with that information, let your imagination get ahead of you😍 (I'm actually lazy that's why I didn't write it but yeah whatever sue ME)

So then, he realizes what he said and then you also confess and BOOM, he's all over you. Good luck trying to get rid of him (who tf would do that🤨)

★DURING THE RELATIONSHIP

This man will go show you off the moment you two have an established relationship (unless you don't wanna)

RANTS TO SWANSEA ABOUT YOU

No but fr Swansea's probably tired of hearing him babble about you, he seriously had to force him to shut up just for a small moment of peace. BUT he secretly likes the fact that Daisuke is happy so like🤭

Daisuke is a really energetic guy so I feel like if you match his vibe he's never gonna let you go

LISTEN TO MEEE, he loves both physical affection AND words of affirmation, he's big on BOTH.

If he could, he would hold your hand forever, NEVER would he let go of you. He wants to hold you, close, for as long as possible.

If you decide at some point to sleep in the same bed, you will get cuddles every single night.

Big spoon or little spoon, he doesn't care. Just TOUCH him, in ANY way, he doesn't care and doesn't mind just do it!!

OMG PRAISE HIM

He always searches for your compliments, just PRAISE HIM please, tell him you're proud of him or something IDKKKK

"Did I do good?" "I'm doing great, right?"

UGH if there's something he loves most about you (he would kiss every inch of your body but whatevs) it's definetly your laugh.

Okay, maybe it's the way you praise him at the end of each day.

Okay, no, MAYBE it's the way you play with his hair while he slowly drifts to sleep from your soothing touch.

Okay, maybe he just loves you wholeheartedly and would do anything for you (he's whipped)

I imagine that he seeks out for head pats. Just pat his head. Pet him or sum idk ask him.

While in bed, he definitely headbutts your palm just to let you know what he wants. Cause like at first he just nudges you but if you don't get the hint, he'll straight up headbutt your hand (I saw someone say this and I love you for that)

CALL HIM A GOOD BOY UGHHH

Lowkey imagine if you called him a good boy tho that's crazy

I have to say that I think Daisuke, as much of a dumbass as he is, listens very well.

He's surprisingly very good at comforting you

He might now understand you, but he listens, and tries his best

TELL HIM YOU'RE PROUD OF HIM OMG

He's gonna find cheesy nicknames for you so buckle up >⁠.⁠<

Daisuke LOVES kissing you, there, I said it.

Whether it's a small peck on the cheek or a full on make out session, he's gonna enjoy it and THANK you.

He sometimes wonders how he pulled you ngl🤨

If like, some sort of small argument got in between you, he'll be apologizing on his knees and begging you to forgive him with snot running down

Imagine you called him a good boy that'd lowkey be crazy

If you somehow ever decide to wear a piece of clothing that belongs to him, it WILL be yours.

He's gonna squeal like a school girl and compliment youuu

Overall 10/10 boyfriend. He's sweet, charismatic, energetic, a bit of an airhead, kisses the ground you walk on, and bonus for being handsome.

★yoyomiko ★miko

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗚𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘

　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where Y/N participates in the Disgusting Food Roulette video and ends up having to take care of Matt.

WARNING: Feeling sick in the stomach.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by anon.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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"I really need to participate?" Y/N asked as she ran her eyes over the triplets. She had her hips resting on the table, where various types of food, sweets, and drinks were displayed.

"It'll be cool! And Matt needs the emotional support." Nick joked, lightly patting Matt's right shoulder, who was looking at the food with a disgusted look.

“It’s not like you won’t do well, Y/N.” Chris scoffed, crossing his arms, before looking at the camera. "She is the only person in the world who isn't fussy about any food. Anything you give her, she will eat it."

The girl rolled her eyes, letting out a laugh while shaking her head. It was true that she wasn't fussy about food, but that didn't hold back the shiver that ran up her spine every time she looked at some of the items on the table.

Raw egg? Easy cheese? She felt sick to her stomach just thinking about the taste of them against her tongue.

"As you can see, we have four separate piles of food here. Y/N didn't buy the food of her side since we decided she would participate when we were already at the grocery store." Matt explained while gesturing to the separated piles.

"Exactly, so we bought the food for her." Nick finished with a smirk on his face, arranging the items in a row.

"They put me in a mess, guys. I didn't even know what foods they would buy, now I regret even getting out of bed." Y/N grumbled miserably, helping the boys open all the product packaging.

Nick rolled his eyes at her drama, quickly explaining about the app they would use to choose who would go in turn.

"Let's begin!"

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"Please, don't be me. Please, don't be me." Nick speaks repeatedly with a frown on his face, his right hand over his mouth while his left index finger pressed the screen of his phone.

Y/N let out a laugh at him, also pressing her finger on the screen, along with Chris and Matt. Matt's right arm was around her shoulder as he took deep breaths, trying to calm the strong, disgusting taste that was settling in his mouth.

The girl watched him momentarily from the corner of her eye, checking if he was well within the limit, feeling his hand squeezing her biceps lightly.

Chris's excited scream caught her attention abruptly, her eyes traveling to the screen. Her finger had been chosen to eat the yellow pepper.

She stared at the pepper for a few seconds, the triplets' laughter sounding like a background sound to her ears.

"Wait, isn't that the yellow pepper we use as seasoning?" Y/N asked, taking some steps away from Matt and the boys and finally picking up the food, twirling it between her fingers.

"I don't know. It doesn't matter, just eat it!" Nick pressed, looking at her expectantly.

Matt watched her closely, pressing his lips into a thin line, trying to contain his laughter, supporting his own weight against the table with his left arm.

The girl shrugged. If her theory was right, that was one of her favorite peppers. She brought her hand to her mouth and bit off a small piece, chewing carefully as she felt the taste and burn settle on her tongue.

"Um, not too strong. It's good." Y/N commented, still chewing, swallowing seconds later.

"You're crazy, entirely." Chris shook his head repeatedly, taking steps away from her as if she was mad.

Matt observed her with widened eyes, surprised by her little reaction.

"Put it there." Nick pointed to the counter next to the stove where they were piling up the food they had already eaten, his face showing a disgusting look. "Next!"

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"It's going to be Chris, I can feel it." Y/N muttered, her eyes fixed on the phone as their four index fingers pressed the screen.

The back of Matt's right shoulder was resting against her chest, while her free hand stroked his hair gently. She knew he was about to get sick, so she was trying to stay as close to him as possible.

"Oh no!" Chris shouted, bringing his right hand to his head in a sign of desperation after seeing the result.

"Yes!" Matt celebrated, turning around and hugging Y/N, jumping up and down in place. His sudden movements made her lose her balance, taking them both to the ground.

Y/N had her mouth open and eyes closed as laughter escaped her lips at her boyfriend's euphoria. She couldn't believe his happiness just because he wasn't chosen to eat the yogurt.

Matt screamed in celebration, hugging Y/N tightly. Nick told him to lower his voice due to the hour, but he was completely ignored.

"He is crazy." Chris commented, pointing to the two on the floor as he shook his head, letting out a laugh, momentarily forgetting what he had to eat.

Nick took the camera off the tripod, focusing the lens on the couple, capturing the perfect image of Y/N with her back against the cold floor and Matt with half his body over hers, his arms encircling her torso and his head buried in the curve of her neck, sounds of laughter echoing from there.

Fans would go crazy over that.

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"No!" Matt screamed, his eyes wide and his mouth open. He had been chosen to eat the red pepper.

Y/N winced, her eyes going from her boyfriend to the pepper and back again. Before she could say anything encouraging, Matt picked up the food and bit off half of it.

"Matt! Are you crazy? This is very spicy. Spit it in the trash! Don't swallow it." Y/N yelled, her eyes wide. She put her hands on Matt's shoulders, guiding him to the trash can.

"Spit it out, Matt." Chris repeated, recording his brother's steps with the camera.

Y/N pressed the pedal to the trash can, opening the lid and patting her boyfriend's shoulder as he spat. She bit her lower lip in worry as she noticed his face start to turn red, his eyes filling with tears.

"Oh, baby. Breathe." She asked calmly, guiding him to the front of the table again, her hands resting on his waist, squeezing the covered skin lightly.

"Oh my God, it's so hot." Matt agonized, fanning his face with his right hand. "My lips-"

Chris and Nick laughed at his reaction, taking their fingers to the phone again, wanting to end the video quickly.

"Come on, guys!" Nick called, pushing Y/N's hips with his own - since she was closer to him -, getting her attention.

The girl took Matt's right hand and guided it to the phone, placing him index finger on the screen and then her own, keeping her eyes fixed on her boyfriend's face. Droplets of sweat started to appear on his forehead as his cheeks burned red, and Y/N was ready to get him out of there if necessary.

Chris was chosen next to eat the jelly, and Matt took advantage of the situation to walk around a little, wanting to alleviate the burning sensation in his mouth.

Y/N quickly followed him, helping him drink the water that was still in his hands, despite knowing it wouldn't help much.

"Do you want some milk, my love?" She asked quietly so the camera wouldn't catch it. Matt shook his head, feeling his stomach churn at the thought of adding milk to the horrendous mix of all the things he had eaten.

The boy seemed disoriented, his head hurt, and his tongue burned. He walked over to the refrigerator, pulling the door open and opening his mouth, momentarily exhaling in the cold air, before closing it again.

"Come, love." Y/N pulled him closer to the phone again, intertwining their free hands and squeezing his fingers with her own lightly.

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"Are you okay?" Chris asked, approaching and touching Matt's shoulder. His words sounded worried, even though he was still laughing.

Matt nodded as he drew in puffs of air through his open mouth, a multi-layered piece of colby-jack cheese pressed to his right cheek. Y/N watched him from the side, feeling helpless.

"It's not helping." He shouted, leaning on Nick momentarily and blinking his eyes repeatedly, watching Y/N eat the second to last content.

His heart raced when it was the app's turn to choose who would eat the last item, the raw egg.

"If Matt's chosen, I'll eat for him." Y/N quickly imposed, pressing her finger on the screen and staring intently at it.

"This is not how it works." Chris muttered, bumping his shoulder against hers playfully.

"Fuck the rules." She shrugged, sighing in relief when she saw the app choose Nick.

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"Matt, what was the worst that you ate?" Chris asked, bringing the camera closer to Matt, who was opening the fridge.

The boy ignored him, leaning forward slightly and bringing his mouth under the water filter, taking long sips. Y/N let out a low laugh as she saw Chris frown at not receiving any response, rubbing her boyfriend's back softly.

Matt closed the fridge doors, taking some steps back and resting his arms on the table as he took a deep breath, feeling all the food rise up his throat. He swallowed hard, straightning up and looking at Chris behind the camera, his own eyes filling with tears.

"I'm going to bed." His voice was broken. He turned and walked quickly to his shared room with Y/N, receiving a light slap on the back from Nick.

"Okay, he's going to bed."

Y/N let out a nasal laugh, shaking her head. She quickly walked to the cupboard next to the stove, taking a glass. She opened the fridge, taking a bottle of ice cold water and pouring some milk into the glass, closing the door with her hip.

"I'll take care of him." She told the boys, blowing an air kiss to the lens before walking to their bedroom, balancing the items in her hands, Nick and Chris' voices speaking with the camera falling behind.

The girl turned the door handle with her elbow, slowly entering the room and closing it again behind her back.

Her eyes traveled around momentarily, the lights were off, making it difficult to see anything. She squinted her eyes and quickly found her boy laying on the bed in a fetal position, approaching him in slow steps.

Y/N placed the milk and water on the bedside table and squatted down, resting her arms on the mattress. She brought her right hand to Matt's hair, gently brushing the loose strands out of his eyes. Her fingers caressing his warm skin.

"Honey? What are you feeling?" She asked in a low tone, not wanting to heighten her boyfriend's senses. Her heart sank at the way Matt seemed to be in discomfort, his eyes were closed tightly and his brow was furrowed, his shoulders tense.

"Stomach pain. My tongue is still burning and I'm hot on the insides and cold on the outside." The boy explained, his voice sounding weak followed by him sniffling.

"Come here, baby. Let me help you." Y/N asked gently, standing up from her crouched position and helping Matt sit up slowly.

Her hands grabbed the hem of the black t-shirt that covered his torso, pulling it up slowly, helping him take it off his arms and head, placing it aside on the mattress to fold later.

Y/N quickly grabbed the air conditioning remote that was next to the items she brought, turning it on and setting it to 18°C. Not so cold, but refreshing.

She put the remote back in place and picked up the milk, sitting on the edge of the bed and raising the glass so Matt could see what it was, receiving a whine in response.

"I know it might seem gross to drink milk after everything you've eaten, but it will help lessen the burn from the pepper, baby." Y/N spoke calmly, bringing the glass closer to Matt's face. "You ate a large amount. If we don't alleviate it now, this burning sensation will continue for several hours, sweetheart."

The boy sighed before wrapping both of his hands around Y/N's, who was still holding the glass for fear of Matt dropping it since his hands were shaking. He took it to his lips and closed his eyes tightly, tilting the glass and taking a small sip.

Y/N encouraged him with small whispers, pushing his hair back with her free hand, freeing his forehead from the heat of his strands.

Matt put the glass down after a few sips, pushing it closer to her, showing that he didn't want any more. He removed his hands from around Y/N's, allowing her to put it down.

The girl placed it on the bedside table again, watching her boyfriend's reactions.

"Do you think you're going to throw up? Or are you okay, and it's just the burning?"

"No, I'm not going to throw up, I just want to sleep." The boy responded weakly, lowering his torso onto the bed again, feeling the duvet pressing against his back. He turned onto his side, pressing his right hand to his exposed stomach. "Come lie down with me, please."

"I will, my love. Just let me take this glass to the kitchen, and I'll be right back." Her tone was low.

She leaned her body over his, sealing his cold forehead with her warm lips for a few seconds before pulling away and rising from the bed. She took the glass again, pushing the water bottle closer to the bed before taking steps towards the exit.

"I love you." She heard Matt whisper before closing the door behind her. A huge smile decorated her face as she felt her heart race.

She would do anything to make him feel better and Matt knew that.

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extra - comments:

"I seriously thought Matt would throw up everything 😭"

"omg Matt is CRAZY for eating half of a red pepper without a second thought 🤡"

"Y/N worrying about Matt is so cute 🥺"

"the way Y/N kept looking at Matt all the time, making sure he was okay 😔 I love them so much"

"Matt almost dying, Y/N worried sick and Chris and Nick laughing until their next generation was the best thing I saw today"

"Matt and Y/N on the floor laughing their asses off is my new romain empire 🧎‍♀️"

"Matt saying 'I'm going to bed' after a traumatic experience is totally me for real"

"can we take a minute to appreciate Y/N eating the yellow pepper like it was chocolate? WHAT A WOMAN GUYS!!!! 🤤"

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[cutebat]

Yandere Batfam x Neglected, but Defiant Reader

The Other Half

Warning(s): Yandere themes (at the end), neglect, mentions of pills (but she doesn't actually take them), a lot of swearing, stealing, mentions of cheating and bribery, attempted guilt tripping, forcing to drop out, reader is just a millennial in the 2020s

(This chapter is basically the other part of the prologue, and I fixed some things. Most of this chapter just shows reader's personal life at school.)

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How long has it been has you stopped being Batgirl?

Days... Weeks... Months... A year?

Honestly, you don't really care. It's more like you don't feel to care anymore.

After you threw out your costume in that dumpster, you just lost all hope of whatever you'll become.

You were walking down the hallway of the Wayne manor as you think about all of this.

If nobody really cared about what you did, then why bother keep going? I mean, your family didn't really give you a lot of praise.

You let out a heavy sigh as you enter the bathroom. When you locked the door, you couldn't help but stare at yourself in the mirror.

Your eyes were still kinda empty but a little bright at the same time. Your hair feels so smooth and soft. And your skin... it just looks so perfect. This makes you think to yourself...

Since when did you become so pretty?

After staring at yourself in the mirror, you were about to leave the bathroom before you gaze lands on something.

It was an orange pill bottle.

"SSRI..."

You mutter out as you read the label.

You opened the door to peak to see if anyone was in the hallway. Coast clear.

With that, you took the pill bottle and put it in your top since you didn't have any pockets.

~~~~~

The first week when you started eighth grade came by quickly.

You were just wandering down around the hallway alone as many students walked by you to either go to class or skip to go somewhere.

As you walked down the hallway, you spotted someone approaching you.

"Uh, hey."

The voice calls out to you as the person walks towards you.

It was a guy with slightly bushy blonde hair with brown eyes. He seems to be around your age.

You only blinked before you spoke up.

"Hi."

You responded blankly.

"Um, are you new here?"

He asks as he rubs the back of his head.

"I've been going here for two years."

You said as you just stood there, staring at this boring looking guy.

"Oh, cool... I just thought that since I've never seen you around here before. Anyway, do you know where your classes are?"

He asks which makes you tilt your head to the side a bit.

"Kinda. I've seen all of the classes here around this building, so I think I'm going to be fine."

You said as you place your hand on your hip.

"Okay, that's cool. I'm Peter, by the way. What's your name?"

The guy whose name is Peter introduces himself with a small smile.

You were silent for a bit, surprised that someone actually spoke to you. You decided to... be nice, I guess.

"(name)."

You simply replied with your hand still on your hip.

"Aw, cool. It was nice meeting you (name). Hey, if you want, maybe we can hang out. You know, as friends? Maybe more...?"

Peter said as if he had high hope.

You just blinked before you replied.

"I literally just met you."

"Well... yeah, but-"

The guy tries to explain himself before you caught him off again.

"Well, I'm going to find my class now. See ya."

You said before you turned and walked away.

Was that guy really trying to hit on you?

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You enter the classroom that seems to look like any other classroom.

"Ah, we have our first tardy student. Welcome to English 2. My name is Ms. Tucker, what is yours?"

The teacher said as she turned to you.

You stayed by the doorway for a moment, looking unfazed.

"Um... Beyoncé?"

You replied which made the students in the class laugh.

"Settle down! I have to look it up in the attendance sheet, then..."

Your teacher said with a sigh before she pointed at an empty desk, indicating that your new seat was.

As you sat down, Ms. Tucker speaks up again.

"Alright then, now I see that everyone's present, I want to start off with some first day reading. Basically, like silent reading time."

She said before a girl raised her hand.

"Can we read manga?"

She asks, which makes the teacher raise her eyebrow.

"Is that like... a comic book?"

"Does it even matter?"

"Well, I don't think they're fitting for your age."

"You literally just said to 'read a book'. Manga is technically a book."

"I'm not sure if that's school appropriate."

"I just saw a manga section in the school library earlier, how the fuck is that not school appropriate?"

"Not getting to the point here. I'm just saying to read something more like you kids would like."

"And what's that?"

"How about... The Catcher in the Rye? Written by J.D. Salinger?"

Everyone fell silent before you spoke up.

"You're such a fucking white mom, it's not even funny."

This made everyone in the class burst out laughing.

"Excuse me, young lady?"

"You heard me, bitch."

The students laughed even more.

"Go to the headmaster's office!"

Ms. Tucker yells as she points to the door.

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"You're on thin ice on the first day, (name)."

The headmaster said with her hands on her hips.

"It's not my fault that Ms. Tucker is such a bitch and also, there was this other girl who interrupted her."

You said as you were seated in front of her.

"Don't shift this onto someone else, (name). We're talking about you right now."

"So, what am I supposed to do? Accidentally call my teacher a fucking white mom?"

"You're supposed to follow the school rules and not insult your teachers. You should've known this."

"I do."

"Then, why did you do it anyway?"

You purse your lips before you respond.

"Because it's funny."

Your response made your headmaster sigh to calm herself down.

"Well... if this doesn't work out for you, we can always transfer you in an alternative educational system instead."

She suggests using a calm, patient expression on her face.

"I swear to god if you put me in one of those schools that have nothing but those weird, delusional people who believe in 'those' kinds of inclusivity topics, I will actually bully the fuck out of all of them."

You told her with a slightly irritated expression on your face.

"I wasn't implying to those schools, (name). We have other educational systems for students who don't seem to get along."

Your headmaster said which made you raise your eyebrow.

"Really now?"

"I wouldn't try to get into them if I were you. Please believe me when I tell you that the school you're in right now is actually a good thing."

She explains to you which made you seem to be in more thought.

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Later in lunch, you were sitting at a table alone as you stared down at the food that Alfred made for you.

"Damn, it's fucking freezing in here. Why do they always turn up the AC?"

You mutter to yourself as you slightly shiver.

"Fucking tell me about it."

A voice pipes up that makes you look up to see two girls who are wearing the same uniform as you, walking over to you.

"Oh, sorry. Were you guys sitting here? I can move if you want."

You said before one of them shook her head.

"Nah, it's fine. You seem cool."

She said as she and the other girl sits down in front of you.

"I'm Noelle, and this is Sasha."

The girl in the bob cut said as the other girl nodded.

"I'm (name)."

You said in a bored tone.

"(name)... such a cute name. I like it."

Noelle said with a small smile.

"So, where did you come from?"

"The headmaster's office."

You said as you roll your eyes.

"Damn, the headmaster's office on the first day? What did you do?"

Sasha asks as she rests her chin on the palm of her hand.

"I told Ms. Tucker that she was a fucking white mom."

You respond in an emotionless tone.

"She is, isn't she?"

"Yeah, except I don't think she's married or anything."

"You don't need to be married to be a mom."

"That's true."

"Anyway, that was really good."

"I know."

You said with a small smirk on your face, feeling a sense of pride in yourself.

As the three of you were chatting, someone walks up to your table.

"Hey, guys. Hey, Sasha..."

Looking up, you see a slightly tall guy with brown hair, towering over the three of you.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Sasha asks as she glares up at the guy.

"It's me. Ian? I was in your social studies class last year. You know, year 8? You used to copy off of the tests that we took. I'm also in your geography class right now."

He said as Sasha just blankly stared up at him.

"Okay... cool."

"So, anyway, I actually wanna ask you something."

Ian said as he glanced down at the three girls below.

"Who?"

You ask with your eyebrow lifted.

"You, actually."

"Wait, me? Why?"

"I heard about you calling Ms. Tucker names and got sent to the office for that. I want to say that's actually pretty cool."

"Thanks, I guess."

"Yeah, so, anyway... I want to know if you're free either tonight or tomorrow."

"Why do you want to know?"

"I actually want to... take you out on a date."

"A date?"

You ask out loud with your eyes wide.

"Yeah. It's not going to be too extreme... just a simple night out at my favorite spot."

Ian said with a smile.

"And where's that?"

You ask with your eyebrow raised.

"The arcade at the alleyway."

"An arcade? Out of all the places, an arcade is your go to spot?"

"Yeah. It's pretty old, but it's also kinda cool."

You just blinked as you were in thought. The guy himself seemed pretty boring, but on second thought, you don't really want to go back home after school.

"Yeah, sure."

"Wait, really?"

Ian said out of suprise.

"Yeah, I have nothing else to do. My home life is pretty shitty anyway, so I have no problem."

You tell him.

"Oh, sweet. Okay, then. I'll give you my number to send you the location. It was nice meeting you."

He said before he placed a piece of paper in front of you before he walks off.

"Holy shit..."

Noelle mutters out.

"You got asked out by a grade 9 student."

Sasha said as she stared into you.

"Yeah... Is that a problem?"

You ask.

"No, not at all. It's just that... you got asked out by someone on the first day. That's pretty impressive."

Sasha said in an amazed tone.

"Yeah. I won't be that surprised that it's a super lame dude, but an older dude is kind of just... wow."

Noelle said with her eyes wide.

"So, if I get asked out by an older guy, does that mean it's a good thing?"

You ask as you lean back to your seat.

"Well, it depends on the guy. If he's just a few years older than you, that's fine. But really old dudes, no way."

Sasha said as she stares at your food.

"Hey, are you going to eat that? My mom won't make me anything cause I told her that her new haircut looks like a really trashy lesbian would have, and the school lunch here is just not it."

"Yeah, sure, go ahead. The temperature in here made me lose my appetite."

You said as you pushed your lunch towards her.

~~~~~

After school, you went through a very long day.

You had your date with that Ian guy at the arcade. It's pretty trashy but kinda fun. He even got you this massive bunny plushie. After the date, he wanted to take you home, but you just left before he could say anything else. Then, you end up meeting a guy who seems to be around a few years older than you on your way home. He took you to an abandoned building, but he ended up falling asleep the second you two entered. So, you ended up taking his wallet for an Uber. Once the driver dropped you off, he gave you his number for some reason. It was weird, but you took it anyway cause, why not.

~~~~~

"Whew, what a day..."

You muttered to yourself as you entered the Wayne manor.

"Miss (name), where on earth have you been?"

Alfred, the family butler, asks out of shock as he comes downstairs to find you coming inside.

"At an arcade."

You reply in a blank tone.

"So, I'm supposed to believe the story of you being at an arcade after school all night?"

The old butler wonders with his eyebrow lifted.

"All night? I was there for about what... Two or three hours."

"It's two in the morning, miss (name)."

"Oh, wow. I really hung around that building for that long?"

You mutter to yourself out of surprise.

"What building are you talking about, miss (name)?"

Alfred asks as he walks up to you.

"Some abandoned building I went to after my date at that shitty arcade."

You tell the butler as he kneels down to your height.

"How far away were you? Did you walk? Your uniform is a mess!"

He asks as he took a look at you.

"Nah, I got myself an Uber. It's fine."

You tell him with your tone still blank as ever.

"Miss (name), I don't think it's a good idea to accept rides from strangers."

Alfred said with a heavy sigh as he led you upstairs.

"That's how Ubers work, Alfred. You just find someone pretty close to your location and let them drive you anywhere you want. It's like going on a taxi."

You explain to him as he takes you to your bedroom and lets you sit down on your desk chair.

"I suppose. However, you could have given Master Richard or Master Jason to pick you up. I think that'll be a safer option."

Alfred said in reply as he took out some comfortable clothes from your closet and handed them over to you.

"Why the hell should I call these fuckers? They don't give a shit about me anyway."

You snap at the butler as you snatch your clothes from him and go inside your own bathroom.

It was silent as Alfred stood in front of your bathroom door with a concerned expression and a heavy heart. Then, he speaks up again.

"I tried to talk to them again today, especially to Master Bruce. But, I got no response from all of them. I really tried. I'm really sorry, miss (name)."

His words made the old butler pursed his lips as he let out a sigh. He feels guilty that he didn't try enough for your family to at least give you a glance. He's been doing this ever since you got neglected and tried every single day with no response.

That's when you open the bathroom door with you wearing the clothes that he gave you. A yellow sweatshirt and a black skirt.

"It's fine, just forget about it. I appreciate though."

You tell him as you look up at him.

"Sorry for snapping at you a second ago..."

You added as you put some of your hair strands behind your ear.

However, the butler only smiles as he kneels down to your height once again.

"I understand, miss (name). It's not your fault. None of this is."

He reassures you as he places both of his hands on your shoulders.

"Even though they might not pay attention to you that much, I will always be by your side."

He tells you that made you smile a little.

"Thanks, Alfred."

You mutter out.

"Also, let's keep me coming back home a secret, okay? I know that they won't care if they find out, but still."

You add with a chuckle that made the butler smile.

"Alright. But, I will advise you to go to bed now. It's a school night, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

Meanwhile, unknowingly to you, someone was beside your bedroom door, listening in the conversation.

~~~~~

Since then, you've never felt so... free.

You became friends with those two girls from lunch, and more guys asked you out while you two timed them the same time, and some of the teachers were so easy to bribe off that you ended up skipping most of your classes. At least you were still passing.

You also stayed up at night to do stuff like going out, doing some more lame dates, and most of all, just chilled out.

As long Alfred kept quiet about all this, then none of this would have a problem. Not that you have too much to worry about.

Life is going so well for you.

For now.

~~~~~

When the first semester ended and winter break started, you had a packed schedule ahead. You're planning to go on dates for the next two weeks straight. It was going to be tough, especially hanging around with a bunch of weird guys, but hey, at least they're buying you things that you want.

As you entered your bedroom because you forgot your phone, you were suprised to see...

Bruce?

He was sitting on your bed and seemed to be deep in thought before he looked up to see you standing by in the doorway.

"What are you doing in here?"

You ask as you walk into your room.

Bruce seems to be nervous before he lets out a sigh.

"(name)... we need to have a talk."

He said as he looked straight into your eyes which made you groan.

"Oh my god... Can we talk about this later? I have a date to go to."

You ask that made him a little frustrated.

"You're not going anywhere tonight, (name)."

He said that made you a little surprised.

"Why the hell not?"

"Watch your tone, young lady."

"Since when did you address me that?"

"Not the point right now."

Bruce lets out a sigh before he looks down at you.

"Look, I... was told about your behavior for the past months and I took a look through your things to check up on what was going on. I... didn't know what you were going through. None of us did. We didn't know that this the reason why you're behaving like this at school and started hanging out with the wrong people."

He tells you as he places his hand on your shoulder.

"I'm really sorry, (name)... I really am. Even though you can't forgive me for what I did, I'll try my best to be the best father you've ever had. I told the others about this and they'll start behaving and treat you the way that you deserve."

You just stood there, as if you heard the biggest news of your life, except not in a good way. It's as if something hit you right in the gut.

"Oh, shit! Um... okay."

You mutter out as you just stare at your adopted father.

Sensing your tenses, Bruce decided to go into more detail. Which was not a good idea...

"Because of this, I decided that you should be around people who me and the others will find alright. Since I don't know who you're around, Damian will check who your friends and the people you date are. Also, the family wants you to be around them. Such as spending time with them and basically having fun. Something that you never got to experience."

Now, this. This felt like a nuclear bomb dropped into your head.

"Are you serious...? Like, are you actually fucking serious right now?"

You ask as your eye twitches a bit.

"You really thought I could just accept whatever shit that comes out of your mouth because you suddenly remember what you and those other fuckers treated me? Now, you want me to drop out of the life that I kinda enjoy? You sure are funny, are you?"

You said in a bitter tone before your lips curled into a snarl.

"I will never forget about the shit that I went through to please you and that shitty family that I was forced to be a part of."

You added as you walked to Bruce and got in his face before you spit out the next two words out of your mouth.

"Fuck you and your family."

With that, you stormed out of your bedroom as Bruce calls out for you.

~~~~~

Your mind was flooded with so much anger that you ended up forgetting about the three dates that you were supposed to go to today.

This wasn't the way you wanted to start your winter break.

You don't know why, but you stormed into the attic and sat down on the floor.

"Fuck!"

You yelled out as you panted slightly.

As you were panting, you looked down to finally notice a glittery diary in your hand. Since when did you get your hand on this?

You can't help but open the diary to find all the pages empty. It's not really a suprise then you never used it in your life. You don't even remember when you got this.

So, you looked around before your eyes landed on a random pen lying on the ground. Without thinking, you picked it up and opened the diary to the very first page.

With that, you started to write your 'entry'.

It's time to show the world of this game that you're forced to be in.

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[fairydvsts-blog]

𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

obx masterlist

summary; your best friend, Rafe, finds out that you're dating someone else and he's not happy about it

warnings; some angst, jealous!Rafe, SMUT, praising and degrading, spanking, oral sex (fem receiving), hickeys, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up you all!)

a/n; english isn't my first language, so you might find some mistakes; I'm open to constructive criticism. Enjoy!

While you were sitting on your bed doing your homework, Rafe suddenly entered your room, looking at you with anger in his ocean blue eyes.

"When were you going to tell me?" he questioned, not even bothering to say hello.

He had showed up unannounced, clearly annoyed at you; but the thing was you had no idea why he was so mad, since you hadn't done anything that could have upset him.

Or so you thought.

"Tell you what, exactly?" you asked.

Your confusion only grew as seconds passed, luckily, Rafe broke the silence and said, "That you're dating someone."

His statement surprised you, you didn't expect him to figure it out that soon; only a week had gone by since you had started seeing the guy. But guess what, Rafe Cameron seemed to have eyes and ears everywhere.

"I don't know, Rafe," you answered him, then added, "I mean, I've barely know him for a few days." You saw his stoic features harden as you talked.

"So what?" he replicated. "You didn't think I would want to know?"

You rolled your eyes at his hypocrisy; he dated a new girl every week and he for sure didn't talk to you about any of them —not that you wanted to know anyways. Why should you tell him then?

"Know what? That I'm fucking someone? I don't recall you telling me such things" you declared as you frowned, starting to get mad at him.

You stood up, taking some steps in his direction, while his eyes widened at your words. He clearly wasn't expecting to hear that.

"You've fucked him?" the blonde snapped; his jaw was visiblely tense.

"Yes, it is wrong now?" you asked him with raised eyebrows at the same time that you crossed your arms.

Your breasts poked out from the neckline of your tank top, drawing Rafe's attention for an instant. Though he looked away quickly, his intense stare made you blush a little and you let go of you arms unconsciously.

"Yeah, it is," he stated, then he added, "you said it yourself, you don't even know him that well."

He was being so unfair to you that your blood started boiling. When he fucked girls at parties, he didn't care about not knowing them; he didn't even ask for their names.

"So what?" you mocked him. "Do you know every girl you've put your dick into?"

He gasped, not knowing how to argue with that; he knew that you had a point, but he wouldn't recognise it.

"It's different," he ended up saying.

"The hell is not," you refuted.

After a few seconds of silence, in which you gave each other a deathly stare, you sighed and decided to speak again, "Sometimes I don't get you, Rafe, I just don't."

Rafe's attitude pissed you off so much; one minute he was all over you, like you were the most precious treasure he had, and the other he was fucking other girl that wasn't you. And it enraged you because you liked him, a lot, even if you didn't want to admit it out loud.

"Bet he doesn't even fuck you properly." His sudden statement made you gasp because he was, in fact, correct.

You couldn't deny the guy sucked at sex, but he was popular and good-looking and just happened to be at that party where Rafe stood you up for some blonde chick; and given that you wanted him to feel as jealous as you felt when he fucked other girls, you couldn't prove him right.

So you held your head high and, then, you lied, "I think he does it quite well actually."

You had to look up at him after he took a step closer, fixating his fiery eyes in yours. Suddenly, you were so close together that you could feel his warm breathing in your skin.

"Bet I could fuck you so much better."

He left you open-mouthed and your heart started hammering in your chest as he spoke. When he finished talking, he licked his lips with a smirk and your eyes betrayed you, looking closely at his mouth.

On a normal basis, you would have been intimidated by him, but that day you were feeling bolder than ever, so you rose up on your toes to reach his ear and whispered, "Then fuckin' prove it."

He shortened the distance between the both of you, grabbing your chin between his fingers and connecting your lips with his; the action took you by surprise and your eyes widened for a moment. In just seconds, the kiss became so hungry and desperate that your breath hitched and your legs started feeling like jelly.

Your hands caressed his cheeks, feeling the stubble on his jaw, while you closed your eyes. As the kiss deepened, you felt his bigs hands grabbing your butt and then Rafe lift you up so that he could place you in top of your bed. You felt your notes getting crushed, so, without breaking the kiss, you fumbled on the mattress for the sheets to toss them to the ground.

After that, you took off his cap, throwing it aside, to tangle your fingers in his messy hair. You pulled his blonde locks to push him away in order to start undressing; your eyes didn't leave his as you grabbed the hem of your t-shirt and removed it. His eyes dropped from your eyes to your exposed breasts and his breathing became heavier.

He stood still for a few seconds, just staring at your body, before saying, "You're the prettiest thing I've ever seen."

He leaned over you to take one of your nipples between his lips, sucking at it like a man starved. You moaned at his action as your hands sneaked under his polo shirt to touch his soft skin; when he let go of your nipple with a loud pop, you decided to take it off.

As you put his shirt aside, he started to kiss and lick your neck, marking it. You were sure he'd leave love bites all over it and the thought of everyone seeing his marks on your body only made you wetter.

You had waited so long for that moment that it felt unreal.

"I want that fuckin' asshole to know who you really belong to, baby," he stated, gently bitting your collarbone.

His hand wandered over your left thigh, caressing your naked skin, until it reached your shorts. He looked at your face, asking for permission to undress you completely; you nodded to make him know that it was okay. Rafe smirked and, then, took off your shorts and underwear.

He didn't waste any time after that; he just buried his face between your legs. His action took you by surprise and you gasped for air while you grabbed at your bedsheets, moaning loudly when he sucked hungrily at your clit. Your back arched because of the pleasure his talented tongue was giving you, licking every sensitive part of your pussy from your entrance to your bundle of nerves.

Seconds later, you felt how Rafe placed his tongue right onto your clit again, licking it up and down at a tortuous pace. Your legs started shaking and you grabbed his hair to bring his head closer to you; he was almost suffocating in your pussy, but he couldn't think of a better way of dying. You felt a little bit ashamed when you started cumming after just a few minutes of stimulation, however, Rafe encouraged you to do so.

"That's it, baby, cum in my face like the little slut you are," he said, rubbing your clit with his thumb to help you ride your orgasm.

"Oh my god! Rafe!" you moaned, desperately grinding your pussy against his mouth.

The pleasure clouded all of your senses for what seemed minutes and when the feeling went away, you looked down to find his blue eyes staring at you, mesmerised.

"I love you," he admitted, climbing over you to kiss your lips hungrily but you couldn't return the kiss.

"What?" you asked, totally surprised by his confession.

"I love you, baby, do you love me?" he answered, caressing your cheek while he placed himself between your legs.

It took you a few seconds to react, but you finally said, "I love you, Rafe."

He smiled at you, giving you a short kiss before unbuttoning his short dress pants under your attentive gaze. You tried to help him undress but he didn't allow it, grabbing your hips to turn you around and place you over your stomach. After that, Rafe couldn't resist the urge to spank you and his action made you moan.

"Stay still, baby," he ordered while he finished undressing.

"Again," you demanded, ignoring his request.

You heard his laughter.

"So my little slut likes to be spanked... Interesting," he pointed out, positioning behind you and lifting your hips from the mattress.

Then, he slapped you again, harder that time, and you moaned, feeling your pussy getting wetter —if that was possible. You looked back, finding him in all his naked glory and your cheeks turned red at the sight.

He was gorgeous, every part of him.

"Please, Rafe," you begged, shaking your butt in need of some sort of friction.

"Fuck, baby, you have the prettiest cunt," he told you, rubbing the thick head of his cock over your clit and you squirmed in response, "I'm going to fucking destroy you, sweetheart."

He penetranted you in one single thrust, taking your breath away because of the sudden intrusion. He was big and it took you a few minutes to adjust to his size, but he didn't push your limits, thrusting into you slowly and carefully at first, which made it more pleasant for you.

When he felt that you were ready to take more, he started pounding into you faster; his dick filled you perfectly, it was like he was made to fuck you, and in no time you were a moaning mess under him. With each thrust, his pelvis hit your ass cheeks, pushing you hard against the mattress.

"I wish you could see yourself, baby," he panted, slapping your thigh while he screwed you hard, "You look like a fucking goddess."

The bedroom was too hot; his skin was covered in sweat and it felt sticky against yours. He leaned over you, reaching for your neck to cover it with wet kisses. At the same time, his right hand trailed toward your pussy, pressing and rubbing your clit with two fingers. You held onto his arm, digging your fingernails into his skin unintentionally due to the pleasure.

You bit your lower lip so hard that your drew blood. He noticed it, so he grabbed your jaw with his free hand to bring your mouth closer to his and licked your lip clean.

"I'm so close, Rafe," you announced, whimpering on his lips.

"I know, baby, I can feel your pretty pussy tightening around my cock," he moaned next to your ear, giving you goosebumps.

Hearing Rafe's moans was your new favourite thing in the world.

"My little slut is gonna cum all over my cock?" He asked, caressing your back until he reached your ass, spanking you again.

"Rafe, yes! I'm cumming!" you almost screamed in pleasure, trembling in his strong arms.

Your muscles became so thigh that your orgasm triggered his own.

"Fuck, baby, I'm cumming too," he warned, trying to pull out because he wasn't wearing a condom, but you stopped him from doing so.

You didn't want your orgasm ruined.

"Inside, please," you begged.

Rafe pounded into you one last time before he came with a loud moan, filling you with his cum. He kept thrusting into you for a few seconds to ride his climax and then he collapsed over you on the mattress. It took him a moment to move to the side to cuddle with you; both of you were gasping for breath.

"Who fucks you better then?"

You couldn't help but smile and answered, "You do, Rafe."

[antimony-medusa]

Someone asked me for notes on writing technoblade so:

this is how I do characterization, just in random order.

deadpan or "dry" but not monotone— he's often quite expressive just in a deadpan way.

FUNNY. Humour is hard though so you can skate by on just being sarcastic and deadpan.

Sarcastic.

doesn't often say that someone is important to him in words, not in a literal fashion— the reason why things like "for you the world" or "my best friend" or "bro" or "good friend and disciple" gets celebrated is because he wouldn't say that sort of thing often. He is not out here calling people sunshine. Techno's out here saying "oh I'm not endeared" and "there's a RACCOON in my basement" and "that's what I'd expect from you, old man", but at the same time in actions he's very clearly showing that he cares— fight alongside someone, give them gifts, invite them to stay. Complaining about being woken up and how he needs his beauty sleep and how he's gonna wither to ashes while he makes you supper and won't let you apologize and sets up the guest room for you. And then says of course he's doing it he values this friendship. and then tells you how you could make anything you want for breakfast don't wake him before ten or he'll crumble to dust

especially with phil, very rarely MEAN/cutting, even while bantering and complaining— he'll call him an old man who's fallen off but he won't make fun of how he talks or call him stupid or a burden or tell him to shut up. He will tell tommy to stop talking but that would be because tommy was yelling his opinions at people like a grackle

anxiety— he wins fights because he overprepares. the beginning of every stream is so much brewing and armour and grinding. The world is dangerous and the only way to face it is to Git Gud. HE WILL BE GRINDING.

loves animals.

general-purpose nerd. people boil this down to english-major a lot, but things I have heard technoblade go on tangents about include math, psychology, greek mythology, metaphor, and How To Balance The Game

canonically into golf? I don't use that but yeah.

it's fair if I can grind the game sufficiently to make it work. will use exploits and edge cases and also expects them to be used against him cause that's just the game we're playing, right?

dark humour. this is a guy who made jokes about his execution and then his cancer. If he is in peril or something terrible is happening he will be joking about it. Most of the time however that is very carefully dark humour that is about, in the metaphor, him on the gallows, not being part of the crowd at a public execution.

Neurodivergent. This Man Has ADHD. in-game he had the zoomies a lot, he jumped conversational topics, he got distracted and missed stuff.

socially uncomfortable but has social skills— you see the discomfort especially on places like SMPearth or when he's not in a highly scripted lore call. He'll be falling back on silence or falling out of the conversation unless he's comfortable with people, and then you see WAY more of the fast joking, on a sliding scale of how comfortable he was with people. You can absolutely tell if he's comfortable with people and it correlates to how much company manners he's putting on. Like he'll make the effort socially, but you can tell he's plotting his escape from this conversation most of the time on SMPearth unless with his allies.

you can get an incredibly long way with dropping your gs, "bruh", and deadpan sarcasm.

kinda guy to use "wanna" and "soporific" in the same sentence. Big vocabulary, informal mode of speaking unless he's giving a prepared speech.

On SMPearth jokes about world conquest and domination, on DSMP jokes about being the bad guy/withers/terrorism, on origins jokes about cancer.

Will talk himself up as the best and powerful while also in a way that implies he doesn't really believe that or think it's important. First Try, Chat, he'll say, while very clearly and obviously going for the sixth try. Didn't even sweat, while a moment ago he was audibly panicking down the mic. Kinda guy to talk about his enormous clout and then turn the conversation around to how Ranboo has higher viewership and he personally has fallen off and is dying and being flattened— not in a complaining way, but in a "you're doing so awesome you beat me so good great game" way.

does not swear while on stream. We know he swore off-stream but those clips are few and far between. You will get people twitch if you have techno swearing though.

I've run out of thoughts, does anyone else have more ideas for Techno characterization?

[ghouldtime]

OK. We know what König is willing to do for reader, but what can reader do for König that will melt his heart? How would he be if reader was romantic towards him ??

Love your characterizations! Excited to see what you have in store for anyone you write for!

This is a man who hasn't really experienced romantic love, he's been deprived of it. So, near anything as long as it's genuine and done with care

As is, if you show GENUINE, earnest interest in him as a person, you've already got him on the hook and have piqued his curiosity. Because most people don't usually ask specifics about him in a caring way, much less with such enthusiasm.

And if you remember??? Like if you mention something about the chickens he had growing up and how you'd like some of your own one day, or you even just got a picture of a cute dog because you knew he liked dogs - that's what really has his heart starting to flutter.

It seems really simple and it's realistically like the bare minimum but he hasn't even had that.

Taking time to show you care and appreciate him back, no matter how small, will have him blushing. Even if it's a fraction of the things he does for you. But you'll have his heart in a vice grip if you actually make something for him. It doesn't have to be pretty, it doesn't have to be perfect. It can just be some wonky cookies or a little friendship bracelet - but when you make something back, put in your time and effort into something JUST for him, he's smitten.

If you mirror his actions and take your time with him, he'll be head over heels. His love language is versatile. Spending time with him? Loves it. Giving gifts? Loves it. Acts of service? Ditto. Words of affirmation? Try not to give him a heart attack with that one, he's usually not the best at taking compliments off the field. The only thing he's iffy on is physical touch, but he'll warm up with time. It's just a matter of letting you get close and accepting such things from another person. He's quite unused to it in a romantic way and may shy away, but he'll come around when he realizes you're genuinely not going to hurt him and only want to express your affection.

And he'll always flush, no matter how long its been or what route you're taking. He's never that great at handling it and expressing himself with words, but he does appreciate it. Even if he's squirming on the spot, tugging at the collar of his shirt, and forgetting how to speak English - that's the biggest compliment you can get. Trust me, he just needs a factory reset. He'll get better with time but being romantic with him will always soften him up and warm the spot in his heart that's only for you.

(💚💚💚 Thank you, anon :D ! I'm very glad you like them!!)

[malaierba]

I kinda do believe that Toshiro IS afraid of being head of his household.

He's barely made any decisions of his own his whole life. Only time he did was to save someone he cared about. He's too used to the comfort of obedience, I think he believes it absolves him of participating in the activities of a household that does things in a way he disagrees with.

What kind of things you ask? Mainly how those bound to it are treated, I think:

He's angry at Maizuru when he learns about the flying hag that chased him as a kid being her doing.

He let's Izutsumi/Asebi go. There's two translations going around of the scene where Maizuru informs him that she's missing. I've seen bilingual Japanese users on twitter say that the one where he goes "She'll find her way back if she wants to" is more appropriate, it carries the intention of him letting her go. Saying "just leave her" is probably what a native English speaker assumed to be the more straightforward intention.

When he tells Laios about how Tade was probably in a very bad situation because she saw his dad (who he doesn't respect at all) as a saviour he says "I wanna speak to her". He doesn't because, passivity man, but, I get the feeling he wanted to tell her "he's still not a good person, Tade". I get the feeling he'd allow her to leave after Izutsumi if they were ever in a situation where he can actually be the decision maker.

He apologises to his party for dragging them down to confront the Faligon. Remember how that was all of those guyses first death in a dungeon? I've said this but. Man saw them get wipped. Childhood friend AND mom figure died in front of his eyes, and I know that's normal in a dungeon, but jeez. His mom-adjacent figure. His "MOM". idk I'd be messed up, unrelated but I think Laios is definitely suppressing how much it affected him to see Falin be eaten, be turned, be stabbed, etc etc. He's definitely an "I'll focus on problem solving to avoid looking at my emotions" type of guy.

During the fight he asks Laios "what about me is strong?". If you'll remember, Laios said that in the original party, Toshiro was in charge of finding an opening and dealing the killing blows. I wonder if he felt burdened, responsible for their failure then?

If he takes failure that hard when he's just following orders, I can see him feeling anxious about the prospect of failure when he's the one issuing them. It's probably why he comes across as so half-hearted with the whole "earn the right to be the next Head of the Clan" thing.

Not to mention, I remember seeing someone on X say, "the big gap between Toshiro and his baby brothers (13 years) is probably because Toshitsugu originally just wanted one (1) heir out of his arranged marriage to Toshiro's mom, since he actually loved Maizuru. But then he decided that Toshiro wasn't made of whatever was necessary to be a leader of their shady ass clan, so he had another two kids as backup".

If Toshiro is aware of that, fuck man, what kind of confidence is he going to have 😵

But, it's also a shame, right? Because he's explicitly empathetic. I think that's the meaning of him being shown playing with bugs as a kid, being coded as kind of softhearted. He empathises with things/beings he "shouldn't". But he's also obedient, he's always masking, so he has a hard time showing it explicitly. Honestly, the fact that he has that discussion about Tade with Laios is impressive imo, he trusts him and feels more comfortable with him than he lets on. He should NOT say the same thing to Maizuru or Hien, even though he respects them and cares for them.

If he had a bit of a spine, he'd be good for the people in the household. Probably bizarre in a way that even his dad can't predict, and maybe wouldn't like (he likes weirdos but only when it means chaos and fun it seems?). Maybe there'd be infighting. He just doesn't agree with the way his dad does too many things.

On the other hand, I also kinda think he should just take Tade and fuck off back to Melini lol. Become a bodyguard for Laios, help a bit with politics. What's for him in Wa anyway? An Estranged family and friends he doesn't fit with anymore. I think he'd be more likely to feel homesick for his friends in Melini than the Nakamoto household.

In any case I hope that Falin encouraging him to be more of an active participant of his own life has an everlasting effect on him. Even if he's afraid of shouldering that responsibility.

[kurooangel]

BE QUIET — ft. timeskip!atsumu miya

nsfw content. couple established. fem!reader. do not translate my work; spanish vers. here. english isn't my first language,, masterlist

atsumu and you are sitting on the couch, you on his lap as he places wet kisses on your neck. your hands roam over his muscular, bare chest, memorizing every inch of him. you can feel his hard cock, still inside his pants, against your body. however, the noise of his phone snapped you out of your trance. reluctantly, he picks up the phone and see that it was his mother.

"I have to pick up this call, princess." he murmurs.

you snort, but nod. you know he has the same desire as you, so he wouldn't answer the call if it wasn't really important. you lean into the crook of his neck and leave soft kisses on his skin, your hands still running over his toned abs with care and desire.

"sure, mom. we will be there on friday."

you begin to move your hips eagerly against him. you grind against his hardness as you arch your back and lift your head from his neck to look into his eyes. the lust and greed that the two of you emanated filled the entire room, but he continues talking to his mother on the phone. atsumu places his free hand on the side of your hip, guiding the movements. you take off your (his) shirt and leave it on the side of the couch, leaving you in only your panties. his hand immediately goes up to touch your breast. he's holding back, and it's starting to show. his body is desperate to feel you, he wants to drop the phone and take you right now, right there, but he can't. your hands travel to his sweatpants and you touch the bulge through his clothing, his grip on you tightening instantly. his hand moves down from your chest to your waist and grips you tightly as he lifts his hips for you to release him. you take his pants and boxers and lower them to his knees. His cock pops out and he sighs in relief as he flops back onto the couch.

"no, mom, I'm not busy. I am listening to you. yes, a dinner on friday next week." he speaks hurriedly.

his cock is hard and has some marked veins along its length, plus the tip is sticky from the precum that comes out of it. he gives you a warning look, wanting you to be quiet while he's on the phone, and you nod. You take his broad shoulders and put him inside, sinking him completely, filling you with his dick. he bites his lip as you begin to move. he lets go of your waist and covers your mouth when he moves his hips at the same wild pace as always. Your nails dig into him and leave red lines on his shoulders that will remain there for a few days. your vision blurs with pleasure and you can only moan against his hand, you no longer even make an attempt to hold on. he mutes the call and hides your face in his neck.

"bite if you need to, but stay silent, babe. you don't want your mother-in-law to find out that you're a little whore who drools over my cock, right?"

you bite his shoulder and he growls without stopping the rhythm of his hips that fills you completely, touching all your pleasure points and fucking you wildly. he returns to the call and continues talking to his mother, acting as if he were doing any innocent thing like watching TV. your back arches as his free hand moves down to your clit and begins to play with it, making circles with his thumb. a moan muffled by his skin leaves your mouth and you bring your hand to his blonde hair, tugging gently on it. he has to swallow a grunt and use all his self-control not to hang up on the call. your pussy clenches as the seconds pass and he's so close, he doesn't know if he'll be able to hold on any longer. he holds the phone between his shoulder and his head to bring his hand to your butt and squeeze it. he wants to spank it as usual, leaving a red mark from his huge hand on your butt is one of his favorite things in the world, but he refrains from doing it.

"yes mom. y/n is fine." he says calmly, tightening his grip on your ass. "babe, my mother wants to talk to you." he looks at you with a sly smile.

you shake your head. your puppy eyes are watery, your whole body is sweaty and you're on the verge of ecstasy. you're a complete mess and right now your mind is only on atsumu's cock and how well he's fucking you. for some reason, atsumu has mercy, and nods. his mercy is short-lived because the pace with which he thrusts into you accelerates even more and his fingers squeeze your clit.

"she can't talk now, she's in the shower." he talks to his mother. he silences the call and his voice becomes hoarse when he talks to you. "don't squeeze me so much, I'm going to cum too quickly."

but your walls tighten more, you want to milk him and finally feel the pleasure of your release.

"tsumu, I'm very close." you manage to speak in a whisper.

his smile widens and he gives you a hard slap on the ass, causing you to arch your back.

"mom, I'm a little busy, do you mind calling me later?" says.

he waits for a response, and finally nods. atsumu presses the red button and puts the phone down, not caring where it falls. you let out a loud moan as he spanks you again.

"you're so fucking tight."

his hand goes up and grabs your hair to lift it from his shoulder. he looks at you and smirks at the pretty mess you've become. your hair is messy, your cheeks are red, and moans keep coming out of your mouth. he pinches your clit and laughs mockingly when you roll your eyes.

"you look gorgeous" he whispers, his voice full of desire.

he silences you with a kiss and quickly inserts his tongue, exploring every corner of your mouth. without leaving the kiss, his hand leaves your clitoris and both palms are positioned firmly on your hips. he moves you up and down as he thrusts into you roughly.

"tsumu, I'm so close."you moan between kisses as your back arches and you scratch his chest.

"princess, I'm going to — fuuuck!" his grip on you tightens and you feel his warm cum fills you completely. you finish instantly.

you rest your head on his heaving chest as he caresses your back, his cock still buried in you.

"save all my cum, next friday we are going to have dinner with my parents and my brother. you'll see how happy they will be when we tell them that you are pregnant." he murmurs, smiling at you lovingly and his other hand rests on your cheek. he leaves a soft kiss on your forehead while looking at you affectionately.

[thetreefairy]

Can you do another platonic yandere gojo where the reader attempts to escape gojo and actually ends up escaping him succesfully meanwhile gojo is going feral to it find the reader ?

.... bro do you want the Reader to be locked up for the rest of their life?. I lost my banner files for gojo so here have Icons I use for notion

Warnings: unhinged Gojo, escaping, captivity, abuse, Megumi is like: you know what? I'm out, Reader runs away (+succeeds!) and author has no will to live :3. My English isn't the best here, I've been trying to speak Indonesian all day (spoiler I cannot)

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Reader had escaped Gojo, much to Megumi's surprise. When Gojo had texted him, they expected to find them within seconds. But they didn't.

Reader was stronger then they realized, sure their own powers seemed to overstimulate them at times.

Gojo was honestly losing his shits, he called up his students and he called the police to report her as 'stolen' (no way in hell is he admitting he lost them) so they won't be able to stay hidden for long.

But the fact that she was even able to escape but him deep, not just in his pride but in his heart as well. "Wasn't I accomodating?!" Gojo couldn't help but shout as Megumi called about another dead end. "I even let their legs heal while they were being such a fucking brat!"

"gojo-sensei...." Megumi started, he had to stop his teacher from going into a rant. "You know how much Reader hates the purge and yanderes that take their darlings without even attempting to win them over in real life..."

"and that shows how fucking naive and childish she is!" Gojo interrupted Megumi, he was hysterical and he just couldn't believe that his weak baby was evading them so easily. Even sukuna couldn't help Yuji track them down. "God fucking damnit, they want me to be such a fucking villain?!"

Megumi was on the other line of the phone, and by the gods was he glad he didn't deliver this news in person. Gojo was nearing a rage that no one could stop and he prayed for Readers sanity and safety. "Gojo-sensei please calm down..."

"no! They want me to be the fucking bad guy," gojo hissed. "I'll fucking will Be, I'll lock them up in their room until I'm sure they are a good child. And no one, not even you and the others will be allowed to be with her until she sees at least some signs of improvement!" He rambled on. "And if that doesn't work, I'll starve them from social interactions and love to the point they'll beg for affection!"

Megumis blood ran cold. "I'm sorry, what?" While he was a yandere himself he could never do such cruel things to his own darling, hell if he did that to them he would rather be killed off by a minor curse then care for them ever again. "Gojo-sensei, I have to get ready for a mission now," he said in a cold tone. "The police will find them."

When Megumi ended the call, more texts of Yuji, other students and Nanami flooded Gojos phone. Reader hadn't been found.

Gojo was going to destroy the world if it meant finding his baby.

Also thank you guys so much for 1102 followers, I know I haven't been writing much lately but I appreciate all of you and I'll try to be more active whenever I can write<3333

[lordofdestructionm]

Reading Mordecai Heller as a repressed gay man

The tragic attraction

This is a full post based on my response to a great analysis by @sedgewick-gayble

Let me start by saying that if you read Mordecai as being totally asexual/aromantic and any affection he has for other characters to be entirely platonic that is entirely valid and I respect that

However as this response by Tracy makes clear on the topic of fans reading Mordecai as gay there is an intentional ambiguity about it. Being 28 at the time of the main story his "lifestyle is certainly asexual" up to this point, yet "being ace and being gay are not mutually exclusive things" and people sometimes "don't know themselves or understand their own motivations all that well"

This leaves the possibility open that Mordecai is actively repressing his natural desires and feelings

Mordecai's early life didn't exactly provide much time or opportunity for "self discovery", even by the usual standards of the less than tolerant and understanding world of the early 20th century

Being born into an impoverished family and having his father die very early in his life leaving him and his Mother and two younger sisters in dire straits, Mordecai had to get to work and assume adult responsibilities pretty damn early.

As Tracy says "selling newspapers wasn't going to cut it" and so using his natural talent with numbers Mordecai starts bookkeeping for the mob. Is it any wonder someone with that background would develop such a serious and rigidly buttoned up demeanour?

Since being forced to abandon his mother and two sisters at the start of the 1920s and flee New York, being picked up by Atlas's due to his habit of collecting useful strays, Mordecai had very few people he was close to in St Louis. With his generally anti-social personality and not only lack of interest but discomfort with any sort of flirting or romantic entanglements, that would be unlikely to change

Side note: Probaby coincidence but

There are only two people who seem to make it onto that exclusive list of people that "count" for Mordecai, who he cares about and are able to bring things to the surface he would normally keep hidden

Atlas to Mordecai is not just an employer, he is the man who saved his life, the man who moulded a desperate fearful shabby young stray into the sharp professional he is today, who took him under his wing and made him his protege. Filling the empty space his father left in his life. His grief and desperate hunt for those responsible for his death are his big motivation (the strain of which is slowly tearing him apart)

That connection is undertsandable

Much more surprising on the surface is the bond with the partner Atlas teamed him up with soon after his arrival, Viktor Vasko.

The assumption at the start would have been that while their skill sets might compliment each other in the field there would have been no warmth in their dynamic.

Certainly not on Mordecai's part as Viktor appears to be a sum total of many things Mordecai hates. Viktor is unshaven, relatively casual in his attire, speaks a broken English, and hates people chattering or “noise, noise, noise” as he calls it. Clashing hard with his obsession with good grooming, high quality tailoring, correct grammar etc. Indeed Mordecai doesn't hesitate to nag/criticize Viktor for these things

Yet at the same time Mordecai has far better chemistry with Viktor than with anyone else, able to banter and bicker with him in a way you rarely if ever see with others

Its why when he gets tailored clothes for the first time Viktor is the first person he wants to show off too. Its why the one time he is intoxicated Viktor (and his large physique) are his chosen topic of converation. Its why at Christmas/Hanuhhah he gives him the gift of a tie while claiming its just because of the big guys poor fashion sense and that its "embarassing to be seen with him" (even that justification makes him sound like a nagging girlfriend)

A smaller detail is that during their iconic chess playing in the side content, set during their days staking out the remote town of Defiance, Viktor is shown very casually winning the game much to Mordecai's visible distress

This is hilarious but could also be taken as a metaphor for Viktor (possibly without even realizing it) breaking through his defensive emotional barriers

Something Mordecai doesn't know how to handle or respond to

The animated short only adds fuel to the fire

During their dispute over strategy Mordecai moves his face so close to Viktors that he almost knocks his cap off his head. His eyes at one point even dart down towards his mouth

Sharp eyed Vikdecai fans have also noted that Mordecai seems on some level to want the two of them to match

The tie being the same colour could simpy be Mordecai giving Viktor one of his own ties because its a joke gift and he just grabbed it on a whim to tease Viktor about his poor fashion choices

But think about the matching suits at the New Years party for 1926

I mean, seriously, not only is it the exact same style of suit in the same blue-grey colour distinct from everyone else, but they are standing in the perfect spots to be symmetrical to each other. Something that we all know means a lot to this compulsive man

Mordecai must have known there was going to be a big group photo ahead of time and then carefully planned this

Got matching suits made to his and Viktors measurements

Then most impressively convinced/nagged Viktor into cooperating (he may have taken off the tie and rolled up the sleeves but hey him playing along at all is quite a compromise from Viktor "I hate dressing up" Vasko)

Mordecai is intent on making Viktor retire and get out of danger, and avoid a situation where he gets sent to kill him by Marigold because he knows he could NOT do it, and his cover and investigation into Atlas's death would be over

He is horrified that Viktor is still working at Lackadaisy (though he again has to hide how much he cares) and that he has gotten not only hurt again but hurt by Mordecai again (albeit this time indirectly by stealing the guns)

Can this be read as simply platonic comradere? Absolutely

But there is something so *intense* in the fact he was willing to resort to kneecapping him. Its an extreme and desperate act that could only result from intense emotions, seemingly out of character for someone who tries very hard to appear logical and controlled.

While Vikdecai is a very fun ship when imagining them as an actual bickering married couple, I have often said that a tragic one-sided on Mordecai's part version of Vikdecai is the one that fits closest and surprisingly well into the canon.

His nagging and complaining about Viktor in that context take on a Tsundere aspect, both to protect himself from being found out and maybe even try and convince himself the uncomfortable alien feelings aren't there. He not only doesn't want others looking too hard at his feeling he doesn't want to examine them himself all that much

There is a heartbreaking but appealing angst to the idea of this extremely repressed man having such feelings for the first time in his life for his straight best friend and NOT knowing how to handle that. Having to perform the balancing act of being around him so much as his partner but being painfully aware that he can't let anyone catch on, especially not Viktor himself, as it would likely destroy his bond with the only person in town other than Atlas he is close to.

Though tragically he did that anyway later via the kneecapping, which while about trying to keep Viktor safe, he may now looking back try and tell himself its actually somehow "better" for Viktor to hate him for that

Because the big guy now wrongly thinks the feeling is mutual and that Mordecai never really cared about him, which may be better than (what Mordecai assumes would be) disgust at his partners doomed more than platonic feelings

Because he sees those feelings and his situation as a sad perfectly structured joke life has played on him

[the-froschamethyst4]

Do I think the COD men are good Father?

COD Men Headcanons

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König

König is a girl dad

He loves his girls

But I think he would be a good father

He'd talk more in German than English

König would want his child to learn German more than English because he feels like German will be more useful in the Primary Schools than English, but his child can speak English if they wish

When you were pregnant with with your baby, he went to all the parenting classes with you

König changes the diapers, picks the boogies, takes the spit up from the baby and will wake up in the middle of the night for the baby just so his little wife could get some rest

He does bring his kid to the base every once and a while to show off his kid

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Ghost

✨Girl Dad✨ and you know it

OF COURSE HE’S A GOOD FATHER!!!

He doesn’t want his child to grow up like he did, he’s going to be better than his own father

Simon isn’t Ghost when he’s home, he doesn’t bring that alter-ego into or anywhere in the house

Simon learns to control himself when it comes to cussing

He lets one slip out but he got smacked for it

Watches children shows with his baby. He doesn’t dare to touch the remote to change the channel, the baby could sense when he was going to change the channel

He went to the parenting classes

He takes over doing the diapers, spit-up and waking up in the middle of the night…boogers freak him out

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Price

Who we kidding OF COURSE HE’S A GOOD FATHER!!

He doesn’t care what gender the baby comes out to be he was going to love them no matter what

Has joked he wants around 8-10 kids but of course you won’t let him and your body will probably give out at 2 anyways

Goes to the parenting classes

Does diapers, makes bottles, washes the baby and wakes up in the middle of the night

Price will sometimes not even make it to work on time because he wants to make sure his baby and wife are safe before he leaves

Likes to watch kid cartoons with his child

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Soap

Not gonna lie…he’d be a good father but…you sometimes need to watch your husband more than your baby

He absolutely SCARES the shit out of you, your husband will pick the baby up and launch them into the air but catches them. The laughs are funny but you are scared he’ll miss and they land on the floor

He barely went to the parenting classes (went for 4 weeks and thinks he knows everything)

Does make bottles, diapers, every once and a while wakes up in the middle of the night, no booger picking

He does stop working out a lot and has collectively started to get the dad bod which you do love

He gives his dog tags to his wife just in case something happens he has an extra pair

Goodbye kisses to both of his babies when he leaves for work

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Alejandro

Alejandro good father

Boy and girl dad, doesn't care on gender

Alejandro has this thing on dressing his baby in cute animal onesies, his mom did it to him and his siblings, might as well keep it going with his kid(s)

He works from home a lot now

Watching kid cartoons got on his nerves in the beginning but now he's more into them then the baby

When the baby was born Alejandro jokingly did some 'ice breakers' with his kid, he thought it was funny but you as his wife not so much

He went to the parenting classes

He wakes up in the middle of the night, makes bottles, diaper changes, even makes dinner, and the house shopping

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Gaz

Good father

Does call in to see how his family is doing while he's away

Went to the parenting classes

Does diapers, makes bottles, take turns waking up in the middle of the night and takes the spit-up

No cussing in the household

He got bored of watching the cartoons, but he listens more than watches them

Does the cooking to let you rest

Basically starts picking up your chores so you could rest, like laundry, washing dishes and cooking, he still does his own chores, like cleaning/dusting

Dresses the baby, sometimes will even purposely do matching outfits from time-to-time

[97keanu]

desperately wanting john wick to whisper filthy things to me in russian

*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳I love this idea nonnie ! I have decided to do a list of phrases I've found + what scenario John would say them to you, disclaimer: I do not speak Russian, but I've tried to go beyond using just Google translate and the like, but there still may be discrepancies, please forgive ʚ♥︎ɞ

Tags/CW: rope bunny, Dom!JW, Sub!Reader, bratty!reader, bdsm-esque, reader tries to Dom JW, reader on top, teasing, denial, dirty talk.

Зайка моя ("My bunny"): John calls you this the most, he loves the idea of you being his little bunny, and he also likes that he can get away with calling you something so cute because you have no idea at first what he's saying. Light teasing from you when you find out he's been calling you his "bunny" for so long:

"Oh, so if I'm your little bunny, does that make you the big bad wolf?" You say with a smile, teasing John for his pet name for you.

"Oh yes, yes it does..." John plays along, moving close enough to you that he grab you from behind and pull you close.

"Don't forget that wolves bite, Зайка моя..." His teeth nibble at your neck before dragging you, who's giggling from all the attention, off to the bedroom.

мое солнышко ("My sunshine"): John calls you this after sex the most, or only in the most tender of cases. He really does believe you are his own personal ball of sun. He hasn't felt this happy in so long, and upon meeting you, he knows that you are the light in his life. John doesn't mind if you know it, either. He calls you his sun in English as well, but when you two are cuddled up, the night settling in, John will sleepily call you "мое солнышко".

моя принцесса ("My princess"): John uses this one almost exclusively when you're being a brat, typically in bed. He calls you this half sarcastically, half because he really will do anything to please you.

"What are you going to do, make me, John?" You tease him when he tries to command you. You really shouldn't have done that.

"Careful, моя принцесса, you know what happens when you tease me." Johns voice is trying to be gruff, but he also loves seeing you have fun. Only after a few more bratty comments does he finally show his princess how she really needs to be treated.

шлюха ("whore") / шлюшка(diminutive "little whore"): John uses this one often, forgetting himself while he's fucking you. You know this one too well, and when he says it, you love how degrading it sounds. He tells you most while he holds the back of your head roughly down on his cock how much you look like a "шлюшка" to him. He eventually teaches you how to say it as well:

"I won't let you cum until you tell me what you are..." John has his hands skillfully playing with your pussy while you're all tied up in a little bow for him on the bed. You know what he wants, but don't want to give in. His hands move just perfectly so you get so close, but stop just before then. Your moans echo through the room.

"I'll wait, we can play this game forever, love." John knows you know this to be true, he works his big hands inside you harder now, and you can barely sputter the phrase out.

"Yes, please! I'm your шлюха, your шлюшка!" You cry out as John finishes you, your body writhing in it's restraints. John looks so pleased with you for saying it correctly.

"Good girl." He says as he begins to help you calm down.

Для меня ты ведешь себя как маленькая шлюха ("You're acting like such a little whore for me." Literally: "To me, you are acting like a little whore.")

John says this when you're particularly submissive to him. Sometimes you're a bit of a brat who wants to act like she doesn't love being John's little rope bunny, but now you're practically begging him to fuck you. You're riding his thigh, he's fully clothed but you've taken your panties off from under your dress and are making such a mess of his nice dress pants. He watches you, never revealing whether or not he will be the one to please you tonight.

"Для меня ты ведешь себя как маленькая шлюха..." He says while rolling his eyes, taking a sip of his drink and watching as you desperately try to get off on his thigh. He finally caves and puts his glass down on the side table, lifting you up and taking you to the couch where he can properly fuck you.

я хочу быть сверху("I want to be on top."):

You spend some time searching up the perfect way to tell John that you want to be on top tonight. You know he will be coming home from a long day and want to do something to please him. The brat in you also knows that John will be thrilled at you attempting "superiority" over him. When John finally gets home, he is immediately taking off his suit, ignoring how dirty and blood stained it is. He grabs you as soon as he sees you, pulling you to the nearest surface he can to fuck you, which happens to be the couch. As John's devouring your body in kisses, you say it.

"я хочу быть сверху..." You whisper and John pauses, looking at you in disbelief for a moment. First, he is impressed by how well you said the phrase, then his eyes darken with a hint of mischief.

"So you want to be on top..." He says slyly, licking his lips like a hungry wolf. "So be it, let me see how well you think you can dominate me."

"You mean it?" Your eyes light up, half of you didn't expect him to agree.

"On one condition, if you fail to fuck me correctly, I will tie you up and show you how it's done..." His voice is deep and husky with desire, and you know he's setting you up, but the idea of him tying you up later doesn't sound like a bad thing, not really. You nod and begin placing yourself on top, slowly easing up there.

You hold his cock still as you softly let it enter you, and John already has a wicked gleam in his eyes. You keep going, placing your hands on his chest and trying to ride him as if you're the one dominating him, but even at your best on top you're still submitting to his cock. John grabs his tie from the floor and you already know what he is going to do, so you place your hands out in front of you. He ties your hands up, then takes your hips and fucks you from underneath so hard the neighbors can hear it. You realise you can never dominate him, but that doesn't stop you from asking to be on top from time to time after this.

Я ХОЧУ ТЕБЯ ВНУТРИ МЕНЯ("I want you inside me.")

You learn another phrase, this one more your style. John is teasing you once more, his cock hard and slipping through your wet folds, but never entering you. You're whining, grinding your hips and bucking to try to invite him in, but your arms are all tied up behind you. He has your breasts tied as well, bringing them to perfect roundness. John reaches out and plays with your nipples, plucking at them and pulling just how you like, still not letting you feel the fullness of his cock. You are at your breaking point when you remember the phrase.

"Я ХОЧУ ТЕБЯ ВНУТРИ МЕНЯ...!" You finally moan, your back arching and your toes curling from how badly you want it. John pauses and smiles.

"Oh, you're such a good girl for asking like that." he says, before plunging his cock deep inside you, giving you what you want. You breathe out, finally able to be fucked hard like you wanted.

[jennay]

Let me take care of you

Request: I don't know if you know, but Noah kind of lost his voice during a concert(?) when you can, can you write that the reader flew out to take care of him or just to be there with him? :c ♥️ You choose whether they're friends or in a relationship, whatever you feel. Don't overwhelm yourself, precious; we love you more♥️♥️

No warnings

An: sorry I put a friends to lovers trope. 😅 thank you for this request. I loved it.

Words 2800ish

Noah Sebastian x reader

Noah Master list

You had always been terrified of heights. The mere thought of being high up in the air made your palms sweat and your stomach churn.

So, how you boarded a plane and flew for more than half a minute was a mystery to you. But you did it for Noah, your best friend, who was going through a rough patch. Your sneaky self conspired with the other three men to visit without Noah knowing.

He'd lost his voice and had to cancel several shows, which made him feel guilty and depressed.

He kept blaming himself for not taking better care of his health even though the others assured him that it was not his fault and that he would recover soon.

You had booked a car online, but when you got to the rental center, you faced an unexpected problem. The vehicle you had reserved was unavailable, and the counter clerk seemed clueless about what to do. He asked you to wait in the lobby while he talked to his manager, promising to sort things out as soon as possible. You felt your blood boil with frustration. You hated waiting - especially when you had paid for something in advance. You glared at the clerk as he walked away, wishing you could zap him with your eyes. You grabbed your phone and dialed Noah's number, hoping to check on him. You waited for him to pick up but heard a different voice on the other end instead.

"Hello, this is Noah's assistant. How can I direct your call?" It was Jolly; his thick accent and cheerful tone always made you smile.

"Hey, Jolly. It's me." You chuckled. "Is Noah paying you well? You seem to be working very hard lately."

He laughs back, "He doesn't pay me shit! I'm just that good of a friend."

"Well, speaking of the devil, where is he?" You ask.

"Sleeping... I saw it was you so I answered for him. Are you here yet?" He whispers, and you hear the sound of a door closing. "Sorry, that was loud. I don't want to blow it. Must escape into the other room." He says, giggling like a child.

"I'm in the same state…city even, but there seems to be some fucking confusion with the car I rented, and it's taking everything in me not to lose my shit right now," you say with a sigh. "Why is this happening?"

You run your hand down your face, feeling lost and not knowing what to do. "Ah, the classic 'I rented a car, and now I'm stuck' situation. You know what they say: 'Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans.'" He quips, "Do you need someone to come get you, or are you going to wait it out?"

"OK, well, nobody says that except you. I'm gonna wait. I hate not having my own way around." You pause when you hear your name called at the front desk.

He laughs, "No, I'm pretty sure that's how it's said, y/n. My English is good."

You roll your eyes, letting out a small giggle. "I gotta go. I'll call you when I get to the hotel. Like, I'll actually call your phone."

"See you soon. OK, this is the part where I say goodbye, right?" He laughs.

"Yes, goodbye!" You click end and start toward the desk, wondering how you ended up with the strangest people being some of your closest friends.

After a long, exhausting drive, you finally arrived at the hotel's parking lot. You took out your cell phone and called Jolly, hoping he would come down and help you with your luggage.

You waited and waited and waited…

"I'm coming." He said abruptly and hung up.

You stared at your phone in disbelief. What was that? Did he just cut you off without even saying goodbye? What if you had something important to tell him?

You got out of the car, putting on your sunglasses. You grabbed your backpack from the back seat and closed the car door, leaning against it as you waited for Jolly to show up.

You started to doubt your decision to come here; if Noah was sick, would he appreciate your surprise visit? You shook your head; of course, he would.

You feel excited when you see the tall Swede walking towards you with a goofy smile; he opens his arms wide, and you run to him, hugging him tightly.

"You made it!" He exclaimed.

You pulled away, grinning, "Barely. I think I only cried once on the plane, so that's an improvement, " you joke while adjusting your bag. "Lead the way," you say, gesturing to the door.

"Someone's eager," he teased, opening the door. "I'm excited to see everyone. I miss you guys so much," you said with exaggerated emotion.

He followed behind you as you sprinted up the stairs. "Oh, come on. Don't lie to me. You're dying to see Noah... Just admit it," he said, poking fun at you.

You stopped in the hallway, making him bump into you. You turned to face him, poking his chest and giving him a fierce glare, "Shut your mouth!"

He laughs, gently grabbing your shoulders, keeping you at bay. "Alright, pitbull, calm down!"

You shake your head and continue to walk, "Sorry." You mumble. "It's just, nobody needs to know that. I honestly didn't even want to tell you." You take a deep breath when you feel his arm lazily drape over your shoulder.

"Maybe it's time to tell him instead of telling me." He looks down at you, waiting for a response.

"Hear me out... I can just not say anything and keep my friendship intact," you say.

Jolly's arm drops from your shoulders as he points to the door. He grabs his key and unlocks the door, pushing you in first.

"This place is huge," you say as you peek around. You'd barely entered the kitchen and already felt lost.

"Down the hall doors on the left. Beware, the other two are lurking and waiting for your arrival," he warns.

As he's warning you, you hear a sudden commotion from around the corner. Two figures emerge, dart guns in their hands, and they laugh maniacally as they start shooting at you. You barely have time to react before the first dart hits you in the face. You instinctively raise your arms to shield yourself from the barrage of incoming darts.

"Fucking assholes!" You yell out in frustration, trying to catch your breath as you choke on your laughter. You quickly scan your surroundings for cover and spot Jolly nearby. You run towards him and hide behind him, hoping that he'll provide some protection from the incoming fire.

Jolly groans as he gets pelted with the soft bullets but doesn't move. You peek from behind him and see that the men are still laughing and shooting at you.

From behind them, you hear a door creak open and feet scruffing against the floor.

"What the fuck is going on?" you hear Noah's hoarse voice ask.

You poke your head around Jolly's torso, and your eyes land on Noah. You smile with excitement, feeling your stomach flip.

You run past Nicholas and Folio, flipping them off in the process and laughing hysterically as you jump into Noah's arms. As you cling to him, you can feel his body tense up in surprise. He looks down at you with wide eyes, his mouth slightly agape, as if he can't believe what happened. You can tell he hasn't processed that you're there yet.

"What the…where did you? You're here," he manages to stutter out. His body relaxes, and he squeezes you gently, engulfing you in his tattooed arms. "What are you doing here?"

You pull back, still latched in his arms, as you look up at him. "Surprising you, dummy. Did it work?"

"What do you think?" His brown irises glow while he gazes down on you. "I'm surprised, but why? You had the whole tour, and you chose now? We're almost done." He says, chuckling. "Wait, did you get on a plane?"

You push out of his grasp, brushing your shirt down. "I heard you weren't feeling well…and yes, I did get on a plane."

"She only cried once," Jolly pipes in. "She's growing up so fast."

You shake your head, "...and then these two assholes tried to kill me." You glare at them. "You didn't even say hi! You just started blasting, and I find that rude. Could at least greet a girl." You turn your back to them, swinging around to face Noah. "Anyway, I'm here."

He looks back at you with tired eyes, "Well, as much as I love seeing you. I'm supposed to be on vocal rest. I'm going back to my room."

You stand there confused as he starts to walk away from you.

"Are you coming?" He asks, stopping before his door.

"Wait, you were inviting me?" You chuckle, "I'm comin'." You dash down the corridor and join Noah in his room. The room is plunged into darkness by the black-out blinds. You grin as he snuggles up on the bed, pulls the covers over him, and switches on the tiny TV on the desk at the foot of the bed.

"I had to make it dark." He explains, noticing your curious gaze, "I'm fooling myself into thinking nothing exciting is happening."

You roll your eyes playfully, "Nothing exciting is happening. This is a hotel." You tease, sliding under the covers next to him.

Noah gives you a sly smirk as he slides closer to you, resting his head on your chest. You wrap your arm around his shoulder, gently moving it up his neck and into his hair, where your fingers weave through, making him melt under your touch.

"I know you're not supposed to be talking, but I was curious how you feel about this. How are you coping?"

He lets out a sigh, showing his frustration. "I hate having to cancel shows, you know? It sucks knowing people were looking forward to seeing us maybe for months, and then we can't even show up." He buries his face in your neck, groaning, "I can talk, by the way, just not loudly."

You feel his hot breath against your skin, causing goose bumps down your arms. You wonder if this was the right time to tell him the truth.

You mentally shake the thoughts from your mind; now was probably not the right time. You didn't know if there ever would be a time when you'd feel brave enough. "I get that. As much as you hate hearing it, you're only human, Noah. Shit happens, and I'm sure they'll understand. They would want you to get better instead of ruining your voice," you remind him.

You feel his arm drape around your waist as he says, "I'm happy you're here. It makes things a little more manageable."

You hear his breathing slow down, and his soft snore comes from him. You let him rest and grab your phone, careful not to wake him up. You take a quick picture of your situation and send it to Jolly.

Help

Did you tell him?

NO.

Wake him up?

I can't. It's a rule. It's rude to move if someone is sleeping on you.

That only applies to cats, and Noah's not a cat.

You laugh and text back: Are we sure?

You put your phone down beside you and close your eyes, feeling the need for a nap after your long trip, and then you'd talk to Noah, maybe.

You stir in your sleep, feeling soft touches through your hair; you cuddle closer to the person's chest, feeling arms around you keep you safe and warm. Your eyes flutter open softly, and you are greeted with Noah's neck tattoo. You lean your head back, your nose grazing Noah's chin. "Hi," you groggily say.

"Hi, sleepy head." You snuggle your face back into his chest, not wanting to end the moment. You felt secure and calm, like you could stay this way forever. Until you hear the door fling open, you don't raise your head to look afraid you might get pelted in the face with another dart.

"You did it!" Jolly squeals when he sees you wrapped up in Noah's body. "I'm claiming best man at the wedding!"

Noah's eyes widen in confusion, and he looks at Jolly with a puzzled expression. "What wedding?" He asks nervously.

Jolly stares at you wide-eyed and yells, "Ah Fuck!" before leaving the room and shutting the door quickly.

You smack your hand over your eyes, wishing you could just disappear. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment, and you contemplate getting up, walking to the front, getting on a plane, and never showing your face again.

Suddenly, Noah lightly pushes your shoulder and playfully smiles at you. "That was weird," he says. "Are you OK?" His eyes grow with concern as he realizes the color hasn't returned to your face.

You take in a deep breath and close your eyes. Your heart races with anticipation, and you feel sick to your stomach. But you quickly regain focus and open your eyes. "Is it THAT weird?" Noah's head tilts, eyebrows furrow together, and his voice laced with curiosity, "What do you mean?"

"The voice in my head is screaming not to tell you because I'm so fucking afraid of losing you, but I know…" you pause, trying to catch your breath. "I love you, Noah, but not just in a hey, I want to be your friend kind of way. It's been eating at me for a while now. I made the mistake of telling Jolly; that's why he said what he did."

Noah's mouth drops with surprise, and slowly, a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. "I know," he says softly. He presses his lips together, not sure what else to say. He wasn't completely oblivious. "That's it?" You nervously bite the inside of your cheek.

"Y/n, why do you think I treat you like I do? I knew there was something more, but I didn't want to push this on you. I'm gone a lot, and I can't always give you what you want and what you need." He reaches out, holding both of your hands with his.

"If you want to give me a shot, I'm ready, but don't want to disappoint you." He flashes his infamous smile at you. "I want to try. At least then when people ask if you're my girlfriend, I won't have to correct them." He nervously laughs, "Are you ready?"

You smirk and sit up on your knees, bringing your hands to his face and pressing your lips against his. You lean back, gazing into his eyes, a permanent smile plastered on your face. "Yes, I'm fucking ready!"

You hear Jolly's voice yell from the hallway. "The wedding's back on!"

You chuckle, and Noah pulls you into his lap, kissing your temple. "He really wasn't the best one to tell."

You shrug your shoulders, "It wasn't that bad…he did kinda make this happen…"

Noah looks at the door hearing someone lean against it; chuckling while throwing his legs over the side of the bed and making his way to the door. He quickly opens the door to reveal Jolly practically falling on his face.

"Dude…" Noah laughs. "What the fuck."

Jolly apologizes, "Sorry, sorry. I'm nosy, you know plus had to make sure little miss wasn't getting her heartbroken." He pauses and smiles at you.

"Well," you say with a grin, "I guess we can't blame him for being curious about our love life. After all, it's not every day that he gets to witness such a steamy romance." You wink at Noah.

Noah rolls his eyes playfully and pulls you closer. "Yeah, Jolly," he says with a smirk, "you're just jealous that you're not getting any action."

Jolly laughs and shakes his head. "You two are something else."

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[auyuyu006]

Johnshi HCs

I'm sorry most of these aren't explicitly romantic I just have so many HCs about the two of them it's driving me crazy.

Johnny holds Kenshi by the waist, Kenshi holds Johnny by the shoulder or the bicep. After some time Kenshi starts to go for his hand instead.

Johnny is on his phone all of the time. Kenshi will either avoid the internet for a week or plays chess on the computer at the kitchen table for a day straight without talking to anyone (secretly uses Sento for this).

Kenshi has good spirits (literally) when it comes to his blindness, but can get very defensive when others pity him for it. Johnny is the only other person he will let touch his blindfold, take it off, or wash it.

Kenshi doesn't love the name "Johnny Cage" and thinks that "John Carlton" suits him. Johnny thinks that it sounds like an "old man's name"

Kenshi would visit Johnny on set sometimes but not say or do anything but sit in the background and watch him in silence until he was done.

Speaking of that- Kenshi had a good time filming in Outworld for Johnny's movie (made him feel like an action hero), but absolutely refused to watch the parts he was in.

Kenshi thought Johnny's movies were mostly cheesy before and after meeting him. However, he ended up rewatching all of them and got excited when there was news he got cast for a new one (before they started to officially date).

Johnny was a pretty good student growing up who made A's and B's as per expectations of his parents but hated school because he got picked on. He got into a decent university where he ended up falling in love with physics. He accidentally became famous around the time he was 20 (maybe he got street casted and went viral?) and had to balance acting with school to get his pHD. He is that school's most famous alumni.

Kenshi was mostly homeschooled by his parents and did not show much attention in academics in his youth due to his intense upbringing in the yakuza. This is something that he regrets but accepts that it wasn't really his choice to begin with. However he is quite knowledgable, knows broadly about history and literature, and can speak multiple languages (Japanese, Chinese, Korean, English, Spanish). He also learns braille relatively fast after losing eyesight.

Kenshi thinks it's so hot that Johnny has a pHD but also thinks its so strange he doesn't do anything with it. (It's a backup plan so he can write textbooks if his career tanks)

Johnny is great at drawing due to it being a hobby growing up stemming from him being a major comic book fan. Kenshi isn't very artistic however used to be able to do mediocre calligraphy (a skill he learned from his parents) before he became blind.

Kenshi breaking into Cage Mansion the second Cris left was admittedly pretty awkward for him (but he was too distracted by Sento to rly care).

Kenshi tries to not let it get to him, but he is saddened by the fact he cannot read properly anymore. Johnny tries to support him by buying him every audiobook in every language he understands. Kenshi will sometimes ask Johnny to read to him mostly because he loves the sound of his voice.

At first, Kenshi tried to get Sento to help him with daily tasks (cooking, cleaning, etc.), but after talking to Kuai Liang he tries not to rely on Sento on anything non-kombat related.

Kenshi has a slight lisp (I'm sorryyyy this isn't rly a hc but you can hear it in his intro dialogues he still sounds like a badass tho i think it's super cute thank god for Vic Chao)

Johnny makes their home a "smart home" a.k.a 30 Alexas in every room of their place, and a Samsung fridge he can live tweet from while making green juice.

Kenshi sometimes used to drive with Sento in the back seat and got arrested for it one time. Now he gets told off by Johnny for it every time he tries it again.

Kenshi will only drink milky coffee (lattes, cappuccinos, etc.) and prefers tea. Johnny hates coffee and tea and pounds red bull in the morning.

Kenshi used to care a lot about his personal style and mostly only wore suits and dress attire. After losing his eyesight, he didn't care as much anymore and just focused on wearing things that were comfortable (sweatpants, sweaters)

Johnny buys Kenshi soft fluffy things to wear all the time. Kenshi always says it's unnecessary but ends up wearing it anyway.

In MK1 Johnny is 32, and Kenshi is 39 (I like the idea of Kenshi being old it just makes sense to me). It both amuses and horrifies Kenshi that he's dating a white man 7 yrs his junior.

Johnny calls him "old man Takahashi" and Kenshi just goes along with it and says "get off my lawn you punk" or something LOL

I think Kenshi was more of the brawny "tough guy" of the yakuza than the suave, seductive type. He has more of an awkward and stony personality. And the fact that he was desperate to get out makes me think he wouldn't entertain the "flirty" role of the job. (a.k.a Kenshi is BAD at flirting unlike a certain someone)

Johnny sometimes helps Kenshis clunky azz samurai gear on before he engages in kombat. Johnny is also the reason Kenshi sometimes gives up and just wears a suit.

Kenshi shops like an old Asian dad. LOVES Costco, will eat all of the samples. Will buy everything on sale even if he doesn't need it. Will not take Johnny with him because his megastardom ruins the peace of being unrecognized. Has taken Raiden with him though. Will use Johnny's credit card. Johnny is dismayed that he hasn't taken a liking to Erewhon and Whole Foods

When Johnny isn't there with him at night Kenshi will play his movies and fall asleep to the sound of his voice

Kenshi will have sex with the blindfold on. He will fall asleep next to Johnny with it off.

Kenshi doesn't like sleeping with the blindfold on, but was worried it would scare or disgust Johnny in some way. It doesn't and it never did. In fact, Johnny appreciates the intimacy that it creates.

[taesanluv3r]

as the sun rises.

myung jaehyun x reader

inspired by one of my fave romance movies 'before sunrise' <3 a lot of dialogue (some are directly taken from the movie, some parts are diff to match the characters obv!!), a lot of cuteness, some swear words, TW: mentions of death, mentions of sex (not smut). pls read under ur own discretion tysm! ignore any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors. enjoyyy!!

wc: 6,528

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"no but i'm telling you honey, that's just not how it works! you never believe me when i say..."

a young and pretty girl sighs, trying her best to drown out the sound of the arguing couple as she leans against the seat of the train and stared deeper into the book in her hands. she can't really focus though, the aforementioned couple's quarrel only getting louder causing the girl to finally get off her seat in frustration to sit in another one just a few windows down the cart. as her body makes contact with the plush leather material once again, she can't help but feel a set of eyes fixed onto her. the girl furrows her eyebrows, slowly moving her gaze away from the book and over to the guy that sat directly adjacent to her on the other side of the train cart. they make eye contact, he's quite good looking. an asian man, about a couple centimetres taller than she was. and he, too, had a half-read book in hand.

the boy smiles at her first, she returns the gesture before reverting back to the page that remained opened. "what are you reading?" he suddenly speaks, and she looks up at him in surprise. "um, this" she replies, lifting up the paper-back to show him it's cover. pride and prejudice by jane austen. he nods, familiar with the infamous piece of literature. "and you?" she asks, eyes lingering at the hard-cover book in his hands. "ah" is all he says, lifting up the collection of paper so she could see it well. metamorphosis by franz kafka. she nods too, going back into reading mode, and he does as well. they don't say anything to each other for about three minutes or so until the guy abruptly shuts his book and turns his body fully in her direction.

"hey, i'm heading to the dining car...care to join me?" he's standing and she's sitting, their eyes stare into each other's for a moment before she smiles at him. "um...yeah, let me grab my bag" she doesn't notice but the boy has a sort of proud glint in his eyes, waiting patiently as she gathered her things and making way for her to walk in front of him.

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"so...that couple, huh?" the boy says, beginning to slice at the sausage on his english breakfast plate. the girl giggles, "yeah..." she looks at him intently, her eyebrows knitted together. he notices, tilting his head off to the side. "what? is there something on my face?" she laughs, "no, no! it's just...you're not from around here, huh?" he smirks, "that obvious?" they share a mutual laugh. "well, you're right. i'm here on holiday...er, maybe not a holiday. i'm not really sure what to call it...but anyways, i come from korea" her eyes widen and her lips form an oval shape as she nods in understanding. "your english is amazing" she states, "i'm jealous" and he chuckles, "yeah...i studied abroad for a while. and you? are you from here?" she shakes her head at his inquiry, "oh, no! i go to art school in france, i was just here to visit a friend" he nods, sighing as he stares out the window. "so...you're going back there, then? to france" the girl smiles, watching the trees and clouds that passed by outside the train cart. "mhm...and you are...?" he answers right away, "i get off in vienna, catching a flight back home from there tomorrow morning" the girl responds with a hum, "how's europe been? your not-so holiday trip" she asked and he looked up for a moment as if he were really thinking of a good answer. "it's beautiful, really..." the guy trails off, "...but?" she's curious, her gaze on him getting stronger. "i don't know...i guess being on trains for most of the trip and not really knowing where i'm going...it's just...is starting to get to me" she laughs at his response, taking a sip out of the iced tea that sat in front of her on the table.

"i think this is vienna..." the young woman says, watching the world that stood behind the large glass window. the young man nods, "guess that means i have to get off soon..." they shared a moment of silence, juxtaposing the way natural conversation seemed to ricochet among the pair for the past hour and a half or so that they sat in the dining car. "we have arrived in vienna, please be careful as you exit the cart and don't forget your belongings...have a safe trip!" the announcement sounded scratchy and muffled coming from the old speakers that stuck against most corners of the transport. "so...um...i guess this is goodbye" the guy says, retrieving his stuff and getting off of the seat. she nods, "have fun in vienna" and then he turns around to leave, the girl left all alone as she watched his figure slowly disappear. she sighs, some sort of uneasy feeling starting to rumble up in her stomach. surely he can't just leave like that? right?

and as if he could read her mind from miles away, the girl gasps when she is met with his face again. he looked out of breath, his hands entangled with the strap of his carry-on bag. she's confused, not really understanding what exactly was going on. she was about to speak, not being able to stand the silence that flowed between them. however, he spoke first, though his voice was still a little mumbly from the way he had ran right back into the cart. "come with me" is all he said to her, a sigh of relief escaping his lips. "what?" she asked, not believing the words that came out of his mouth. "c'mon, it's just one night. and i'm not gonna lie i really enjoyed talking to you and i know you feel this connection too and i think this short vienna trip would be a lot more...fun if you were around...?" the last bit of his slight monologue came off as a question, like he was almost unsure about whether taking a stranger off the train to a foreign country with him was a good idea. she laughs, "okay" is all she said, getting her stuff and standing in front of him. "okay?" he asked, eyes widened like he had just seen a ghost.

"yes! c'mon, the train's about to leave again, we have to get off"

the pair walked closely beside each other as they hopped off the train, the automatic doors shutting tight behind them. he grabs onto her bag, taking it away from her hand to help her carry it and she thanks him silently. they stop a few feet away from the train tracks, breathing in deeply to take in the new air. "so..." he starts suddenly, "what's your name?" she widens her eyes, giggling at the thought of agreeing to get off the train before even learning his name. "i'm yn" he smiles, "what a pretty name for a pretty girl, yn" she rolls her eyes, tilting up her head to look at him. "and you?" she asks, tumbling in a zig-zag pattern as they began to walk. he grins, the corners of his mouth pointing up as he did so.

"i'm jaehyun, it's nice to meet you"

the pair exchange a shake of their hands, giggling gleefully as they go from nameless strangers to familiar acquaintances. "so...jaehyun, where to?" she asks, playing with the fabric of her denim jacket, a finger moving up to loosely tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. the boy sighs, squinting his eyes as he takes in his surroundings. "i guess it's all up to fate now" he turns towards her, shooting yn a cheeky grin, his eyes disappearing as he did so to which she laughs, grabbing a confident hold onto his hand. the girl drags him along with her as she strides forward and towards a pretty bridge that stood above a body of water. as they approach it, a pair of local men come into sight. "should we ask them what to do? they seem to be from here" yn asks, a finger pointing towards the two figures in the distance. jaehyun nods, following her as she continued to walk. as they strut alongside each other, a sudden silence takes over them. the girl laughs out loud, and so does the boy. "what?" he asks, finding her sudden outburst amusing. "nothing it's just...a bit awkward?" he nods in agreement, "yeah. yeah it's a little bit awkward" the end of his statement comes out breathy as he breaks into a slight giggle, inflicting a similar sound from the giddy girl.

"excuse me, do you speak english?" yn's voice is soft and somewhat unsure, the two locals she had come up to tilted their heads of to the side skeptically. "yes of course we do. do you speak german for a change?" the pair looked at each other with puzzled looks as the two locals bursts into laughter. "nah, nah i'm just kidding- t'was a joke" then they all laughed. "look, we were just wondering what's fun to do around here, that's all" jaehyun follows up, his tone slightly stronger than the one the girl had previously shown. the two men look at each other and nod before turning to look at the pair again. "how long you here for?" one of them asks, a thick german accent seeping through as he spoke. "only for a night, we-" jaehyun was cut off, "what're you doing here just for one night, then? nothing much to do" the other local says rather aggressively, causing the foreign pair to chuckle in surprise. "we..." the korean boy begins to come up with some sort of a reasonable response, trailing off as he searched his mind for one. "we're on a honeymoon!" yn's sudden excuse catches him off guard, his eyes going wide as he stares at her in disbelief. "is that so?" the one with the thick accent wonders, an eyebrow cocking up in search of confirmation. "yeah...yes...yes!" the boy's voice is clear and confident now, proudly sticking his chest out as he wraps an arm around his faux fiancee.

"she got pregnant, we had to get married, and this is supposedly our- um, well, our honeymoon...yeah" the locals laugh again, "you're lying...a terrible liar, you are, yes" the german men share incoherent conversation with each other for a moment, leaving the foreign pair to watch and listen in confusion. just then, one of the two reveals a pamphlet from out his shirt pocket. "this is uh...this is a play we both star in. we wanted to invite you, so yeah" the korean boy gratefully accepts the paper, scanning through it intently. "what's it about?" yn asks, stroking her hair away as the wind blew against it. "it's about a cow and indians searching for it, also politicians...and stuff" one says, "i play the cow" the other follows. "yes and the cow has a disease...acting a bit strange like a dog" yn and jaehyun share another puzzled look, using all the strength in their body to hold in their laughs at the ridiculousness that escaped the mouths of the german strangers.

"as you can see, there's an address there" one says, pointing towards the obvious map in the pamphlet he had passed them earlier. "it's in the second district...near the prater, you know it? the prater.." he trails off, making a circular motion with his hands. "oh! the big ferris wheel? we should go" yn says, turning towards the boy beside her. "yeah we should" jaehyun replied, nodding as he agreed. "perhaps you can go to the prater before the play, it starts at twenty-one thirty" the foreign pair nod, thanking the odd locals before parting their ways with them and waltzing over to the garden nearby.

he watches as she skips and twirls against the cobblestone. her hair is one with the breeze, as she hums to an unknown tune. "this is a graveyard...i've been here once before when i was young" she explains as they walk through a collection of withered head-stones. "this one" yn says, stopping before a particularly gray grave. "she greatly impacted my life...she died when she was thirteen, and i must've been just that age when i went here the first time..." jaehyun nods, "must've been crazy to think that you were thirteen then, and you're older now..." she agrees, "and this girl will stay thirteen forever" the pair let out a harmonious sigh, staring down fondly at the cemetery scene. "c'mon, let's go catch a tram. my feet hurt" he says, reaching a hand out for her to take. "let's go, the tram stop is just around the corner"

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yn and jaehyun smile softly at each other as they took a seat on the tiny public transport. the seat just big enough for the two of them to sit, yet so very small that the skin of their arms tended to rub against each under as the vehicle began to skim through the city. "okay, i have an idea, you ready?" the boy speaks and she just hums in response. "it's Q&A time. we have to take turns asking each other some questions and then we have to answer honestly, okay?" she nods, "okay, yeah...sounds good- you first, you ask me" jaehyun smiles, "okay, um...when was the first time you had sexual feelings for someone?" his question shocks her a little, "wow, okay um...probably this hot swimmer guy i went to summer camp with...he was so so fine and he had the most defined set of abs and i think i just wanted him so bad...and you know, at the time, my friend had the biggest crush on him!" jae laughs at yn's answer, "wow...okay, your turn ask me something" yn took some time to really think of a good question, a smile making it's way onto her face as she finally finds one.

"have you ever been in love?"

she looks at him in the eyes as she asks the unnecessarily deep question, catching the way a slight glint appeared in his eyes and the way his lips quivered a bit before he replied. "yes. next question" her deeply focused expression turns into that of a look of bewilderment at his underwhelming answer. "what?! you're giving me a one word answer? after i told you the story of my sexual feelings towards a hot swimmer?" he laughs, "yes, yes i am" she's in shock, mouth hung opened as she shook her head. "that's so unfair" yn says but jaehyun argues, "hey! if you asked about my sex life i would answer too! but love...love is, it's complicated okay!" the girl rolls her eyes, "whatever! you could've made something up, at least" the boy sighs, a hand slapping against his forehead in surrender.

the pair spent the rest of their tram ride going back and forth, asking each other all sorts of questions ranging from deep and dark to silly things like what their favourite colours were. at one point they had decided to hop off the transport, their feet having enough rest and ready to take them to wherever deemed fitting for the day. i guess somehow, fate had taken them over to an old record shop. the place was vintage, the yellow walls were faded and they were greeted with a hefty breath of dust as they entered the store. yn blinks slowly as her delicate fingers run through all sorts of vinyls that were neatly sorted on the rack. jaehyun did the same right across from her. "ever heard of this singer? my friend told me about her, i think she's an english singer" the girl asks, lifting up a pretty looking album. on it's cover, a picture of a freckled girl with bleach blonde hair. "hm...beabadoobee? should we go listen to it?" the boy asks, a head tilted towards the listening room that sat at the very end of the shop. the girl nods, "i wonder if the record players here still even work..."

sure enough, they do work. the boy and the girl watching silently as the round vinyl began to spin under the sharp pin of the player. a sort of scratchy sound rang in their ears for a moment before it died down into the sound of sweet female vocals. they didn't know the name of the track, not really caring enough to check the list of songs that were displayed on the back side of the vinyl's cover. they didn't speak to each other, their backs leaned against the wooden sound-proof walls. 'how was your day? was it okay?' the female voice sang sweetly, the acoustic tune calming down their muscles they didn't even realize were beginning to tense up. jaehyun sneaks a look at her, averting his gaze hastily whenever yn caught him, and then they'd giggle bashfully, as if they were little kids discovering true love for the very first time.

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"there it is" yn says, looking up at the large ferris wheel at the center of prater park. "what are we waiting for, then?" jaehyun shoots her that smile she's gotten all too fond of, a contagious sight as she, too, grins happily. the girl takes hold of his hand, skipping excitedly over to the queue. not many people were waiting in line, just a few couples and families with their children. "wow..." the boy sighs, his arms hanging out of the window as he looks down at the view below him. "it's beautiful" he continues, moving closer to the center of the cart where she stood. "mhm...the sun's about to set too..." she states, watching as the pretty blue european skies get dim, and a slight orange tint began to paint against it. he finds himself staring at her, sure she'd catch his eye ever since the very moment he had caught a glimpse of her on the train this morning, but he swore nothing- none of that compared to the way he saw her right now. the sunset reflected off of yn's eyes, her hair a mess from all the wind, a soft smile placed delicately against her pink-ish lips. jaehyun just couldn't help himself, he couldn't let this sight of her go to waste, and only if she knew...if she knew how badly he wanted to-

"what is it?" her voice shakes him out of his trance. "huh?" he asks, shaking his head as his eyes meet her own. suddenly his mind goes blank, the boy who had been speaking oh so much all day was at a lost for words. "i...i uh...i just" the girl laughs, her arms moving away from where they sat at the rim of the ferris wheel cart and over to wrap lightly around his neck and against his shoulders. "are you trying to ask me to kiss you?" yn giggles again when a red tint engulfed the boy's cheeks and ears, a bashful look on his face as his gaze lingered onto her own. "i mean..." he begins, taking a single step closer to her. "i'm not opposed to it, are you?" the last thing jaehyun heard was a playful scoff, and the last thing he saw was her eyes rolling sarcastically to the back of her head. or at least that's all that he remembers before she closed off all the space they had between them, their tongues tangled against one another's as they breathed deeply into the kiss. they didn't realize how much they've been longing for a taste of each other until this very moment, what was supposed to be a sweet kiss against the sunset had slowly turned into something more hungry, thirsty like they've been starved for days prior. giddy, a term you must've read far too many times to describe the two strangers that met just hours ago on the train, but that's exactly what they were. so insanely giddy that they found themselves smiling and grinning like a bunch of circus clowns as their teeth tugged against their lips and their hands twisted against their hair.

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"i'm gonna call my friend from art school who i'm supposed to be having lunch with in a couple of hours, okay?" yn says suddenly, sitting across from jaehyun as they dined at a local restaurant not too far from the prater park. "okay" he says, though he sounds a bit unsure and his face showed just the same confusion as he watched her stick an imaginary phone beside her ear. "ring ring ring...pst, pick up the phone" she whispered the last bit, signalling for him to go along with her little skit. he obliges, creating a telephone shape with his own hand and pressing it lightly against his ear. "hello?" he speaks, she fails to hold in a laugh. "hi, it's me yn! listen...i don't think i'll make it to lunch today..." she nods, telling him it's his turn to speak. "oh no, are you okay?" the girl smiles, "well...i'm in vienna right now...i got off the train with this korean guy and-" she was cut off, "are you crazy?!" the boy exclaims in an awful french accent that he assumed her friends over in her parisian art school would have. "mhm..." jaehyun lets out a dramatic sigh, "why'd you get off with him?" she looked up in the air, deep in thought with her chin pressed against her palm. "well...he convinced me" she looked him straight in the eyes this time, not letting him interrupt her as she began to speak into the imaginary phone again. "he's this really interesting guy...we spoke of all sorts of things in the dining car on the train, he was reading metamorphosis by franz kafka, and i just felt some sort of a connection to him"

"well...what's he like?" now the boy was using this roleplay to his advantage, trying to make the most out of the situation and the fake phone call. "well he's taller than me, he's got kind eyes and a fond smile. he kind of mumbles when he talks but he's got this extroverted tone, the kind of person you'd feel warm around even during the winter time...he's kind of clumsy- oh! and he kisses like a dork" jaehyun's eyes go wide, "what?!" yn giggles, "yeah, we kissed...and as the night goes by i find myself liking him more and more..." she trails off, his gaze gets deeper, somewhat more intense. "you gonna see him again?" he asks, still in character. "we.." she stops for a moment, "we haven't talked about that yet" then the pair went silent, just basking into the atmosphere and taking their time to look into each other's sparkling eyes. yn sighs once, putting her hand down in a motion as if she were hanging up the call.

"your turn, go call one of your bros in korea"

jaehyun presses his hand against his ear again, "ring ring...it usually goes to voicemail..." yn laughs, "hey jae, what's up, my man?" she suddenly speaks in a deep voice, the change in octave caught him slightly off guard. "hey, woonhak- what's up bro, i'm alright" the boy says, his free hand toying with the silver cutlery that sat atop his plate. "how's europe? you leaving from vienna tomorrow right?" the girl had decided to rid herself of the previous faux-male voice, reverting back to her usual tone. "yeah, yeah man it's been great...i'm actually having the time of my life right now...and uh, i'll tell you why" the girl doesn't respond, only nodding to tell him to continue.

"i met this girl on the train and we got off at vienna together" jaehyun tells, as if the girl in question wasn't seated right across from him. "oh yeah? what's she like? she hot?" the boy laughs at the girl's awfully blunt response, wondering if that's what women thought men really sound like (they do). "there was this arguing couple that was so loud she had to move seats. she sat across from me reading a book and i decided to talk to her. we went to the dining car and talked for ages. she's smart- like, very smart. she goes to an art school in france. conversations with her seemed to be so natural...it was almost like we had some sort of a connection...but i was so scared i would say the wrong things to her" yn furrows her eyebrows, "but bro, you're never scared to talk to anyone!" she brought back the deep voice, snorting slightly as she fails to suppress a chuckle. he smiles, "i know man...it's just, i don't know...something about her...she makes me nervous"

the fake calls end there, the foreign pair paying for their meals before exiting the brightly lit restaurant. their fingers intertwined as they strolled down the streets of vienna. it was nighttime now, the scenery had become a different vibe from when they arrived earlier in the day. they had just past a beautiful street dancer, yn had explained to him that it was a prenatal dance, soon finding themselves in slight banter as they discussed the gender roles of men and women in society. yn had won the debate, jaehyun admitting defeat and simmering down with the excuse of fearing the wrath of an angered woman. the boy and the girl sat down at a table nearby a twenty-four hour cafe. "look at that..." she says, eyes pointing towards an old woman in a turban. a palm reader. "she looks interesting, no?" the boy nods slowly, "yeah...oh shit- shit, she's coming this way, oh god" the girl laughs, "oh fuck, we made eye-contact" in a matter of seconds, the old lady had appeared right in front of them. "hi...english or french?" yn asks, but she gets no answer, instead the palm reader just grabs at her hand, flipping it over to look intently at the wrinkles of her palm.

the lady drags her own finger against the skin, mumbling something to herself before looking the girl straight in the eyes. "you're a stranger to this place...you're a traveler, you seek adventure...what's more, you seek love. yet, you're a driving force, a strong minded girl..." the fortune teller trails off, dropping yn's hand and moving to grab a hold of jaehyun's. "and you...you'll be alright" the lack of depth in his reading must've felt unfair, a scoff escaping the boy's mouth as he stares at the older lady in disbelief. "now..." she croaks before rubbing her fingers in circular motions. the pair laugh, fishing their bags for some cash to hand over to the palm reading lady. she smiles softly, accepting the money before skipping away into the shadows to find another pair of tourists to rip off for a fortune.

"i just...there's no way you believe all that...do you?" jaehyun complains, his hands thrown up into the air in frustration. yn just laughs out loud, her arms wrapping around her own body to shield her from the cool nighttime air. "i mean...are you sure you're not just upset she didn't give you a great fortune?" the boy sighed, "she absolutely ripped us off!" the girl rolls her eyes, "whatever...you look too into things, you know? you're just upset you didn't hear what you wanted to" he gasps dramatically, "that is so not true! i'm just saying...she's using tourists and fake fantasies to make money and rip people off!" yn shakes her head, "you're so..." she trails off, stopping in her tracks to turn towards him. "i'm so...hot? sexy? fresh and cool? you so badly want to kiss me?" the girl sighs, "so insufferable" she says, watching the way his prideful smirk melts into a pout. "can't deny that you still so badly want to kiss me, though" he states, cupping her cheeks in his hands and leaning in to press his lips onto hers once again.

"huh..." yn sighs as they separate, their hands still intertwined with each other's. "what is it?" jaehyun asks, looking at her worriedly. "nothing...it's just funny to think that we won't see each other again after tomorrow" her words affected him more that he would've thought. "you mean...you don't think we'll ever see each other again?" his voice is sort of shaky, cracking a bit as if he were about to cry. "i mean, let's be realistic. you live in korea, i live in france..." he nods along with her sentences, "you're right..." he trails off, really trying his best not to cry right now. "but, i guess it's not a bad thing...we made the most of these past few hours, and we still have a few more to go, no?" she reasons, her hand unconsciously rubbing circular shapes against his. "yeah..." it's silent again for a moment. the only other sound apart from their breaths on this empty street was the live band that played a couple blocks away from them. "it's depressing though, isn't it?" yn speaks again, looking up at him with glossy eyes, noticing the way his gleamed as well. "hm?" jaehyun asked, "i mean now all we can probably think of is how much longer we have till we have to say goodbye" she bites her lip, still not breaking eye-contact with him. "then let's say goodbye now. so we won't have to do it again tomorrow" she smiles at his idea, nodding enthusiastically as they both fixed their posture to stand straight.

"goodbye" they say in unison. "au revoir" she says, giggling softly when he shoots her a toothy smile. "annyeong!" he says cheerfully, waving his hand around like an idiot.

by midnight the two had found themselves sprawled out against the grass, over at an empty plain of land in the depths of the city's large park, staring at the bright moon that gave light for people to see. "you know...i find myself caught up in special moments like staying up all night or dancing till the sunrise...i always knew those moments were special..." yn's voice quiets down, she can feel his gaze locked onto her face as she scans through the starry night sky. "but?" jaehyun asks, wanting her to keep talking. "but i always felt like something was wrong, like i wish i was doing all those things with someone else" they share a laugh. "but for some reason...i feel content with you- like there isn't a single flaw" he smiles, "do you think we'll have more moments like this?" she rolls her eyes, "what happened to being realistic, jaehyun?" the boy sighs, propping himself up on his forearm so he was almost hovering over her. "i know, but think about it..." he clears his throat and she shifts slightly to get a better view of his face.

"ten, fifteen years from now...we've been married for a couple years, gathering with all our new mutual friends. i'm getting a little too drunk, talking everyone's ear off about the same story about how we met on a train one day all by chance. everyone gets so tired of me yap on and on about how i fell in love with this girl, growing even more fond of her as the sun rises...and you come get me, tell me it's time to go home, tell me you'll drive cause i can't even walk in a straight line..." the boy's eyes wander off to the sky as he looks into his future fantasy, the girl can't help but smile as he went into immense detail, covering every part of their married life- as if just hours ago, they weren't mere strangers.

"are you saying you've managed to fall in love with me that quickly?" yn laughs, finding the way his cheeks flushed all too hilarious. "i mean...did i say that?" jaehyun tried to save himself, slumping down against the grass as he sighed in defeat, his hands went up to cover the embarrassment on his face. the girl sits up, turning to move his hands away so she could look at him. he stared up at her, a hint of longing in the way his dark brown orbs sparkled. she mimicked the same expression, like they were telepathically sending each other the same sort of signal. a signal that read in big bold letters.

kiss me.

the kiss was intense, his hands found home in the backside of her head, pulling her towards him and sending her body crashing down on top of his. lost in each other for a moment, the pair tossed and tumbled against the green grass, completely ignoring the fact that the leaves were starting to scratch against their skin, a high chance of a rash greeting them in the morning. they didn't even notice the way the skies were getting brighter, the sun rising all too quickly, before they could even process it.

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"last night...it was all like a dream" yn's voice is raspy, a mixture of the cool morning air and the events of the night prior. "yeah...lot's of fun" jaehyun agreed, his left hand sneaking up under his jacket to scratch at a spot that began to itch on his lower back. they walked close to each other, roaming the silent streets of vienna for one last time. they were unusually quiet. it's not that they ran out of things to talk about, it's just that they didn't really feel the need to speak right now. they passed by a large theatre, right by where they were at the parter last night. the girl smiles softly, "we didn't end up watching that play..." the boy laughs at the memory. a sudden sound of piano music stopped them in their tracks, they paused to look at each other. both their eyebrows knitted together and their eyes moving around frantically in search of the source.

"is that it?" jae wonders, crouching down to peak into a tiny window. "i think so..." the girl follows, smiling as she catches a glimpse of a young man, sat behind a large grand piano. his fingers moving swiftly in complex patterns as he taps on the black and white keys. "wow..." the boy whispers, fascinated by the musical number. he steps back from the window, beginning to step along to the beat. she laughs when he offers her a hand, "care to dance with me?" who was she to say no, gladly taking his hand in her own and allowing him to take the lead. they waltzed for a moment, sharing hushed laughs when she accidentally steps on his feet for the third time. the streetlights had begun to turn off, indicating that enough sunlight had surfaced over the area.

"we better head off to the station soon..." yn says, her head now sat on his lap as they relaxed on a bench somewhere in the city. jaehyun sighs, reminded that they'd have to part ways sooner or later. he strokes a finger through her hair, her eyes closing once before fluttering opened again. "i wish this could last forever..." he says, his eyebrows twitching and his eyes drooping ever so slightly. she hums, "yeah..."

before they knew it the pair had made it to the train station. he promised to see her off before he looked for his own train. "you sure you know where to go?" yn asked, slight worry at the thought of a lost puppy-like jaehyun. he nodded, "yes, don't worry"

"okay then..." the girl says, standing before him with her bags in hand, the train getting ready to depart making loud noises that rang in their ears. "i guess...i guess this is goodbye then" she continues, her tone is melancholy, almost depressed. "yeah...um...you know, i really- i, you know" the boy tries his best to speak but for some reason he couldn't seem to form any coherent sentences at the moment. she understood him though, nodding as he pressed his hands on either side of her shoulders, her own ones placed against his waist. "um..." he sighs and so does she, deciding it was a waste of time to speak before leaning in for a long and passionate kiss.

"listen..." jaehyun was out of breath, he didn't know if it was from the kiss they had just shared, or if it was because he could feel his heart pumping right out of his chest. "that thing we said last night about being realistic i- i don't want that, i wanna see you" yn's eyes widened at his words, "me too" now it was his turn to be shocked. "what- why didn't you say anything?" he asked, eyes softening as did hers. "i was afraid you didn't want to..." the boy shook her head, as if to say that were impossible. "okay then...why don't we meet here again?" she nods along with him. "in um...five years" her eyebrows furrowed, "five years? that's like torture" he agrees, "you're right...okay one year?" the girl smiles, "okay, one year" but he shakes his head, "how bout six months?" now she looked bewildered, "six months? it'll be freezing!" he laughed, "i don't care! c'mon, six months, same spot right here" yn nods, repeating his words to herself. "okay...i'll see you then"

their conversation is cut short by the whistling sound of the train horn, signalling that she had to leave in just a minute. "okay, i...i have to go" she stutters, still out of breath from this whole thing. "yeah, okay" he replies, pulling her in for one last kiss. as they parted, they made sure to stare at each other for just a little longer, savoring the way the breeze flowed through their messy hair, the way his eyes watered and the way her eyebrows turned upwards in sorrow.

"goodbye" he says, voice just above a whisper. "au revoir" she replies, beginning to let go of his hands. "annyeong!" he exclaims one last time, waving as she hops into the cart. jaehyun follows her through the window as she finds herself a seat to sit in. yn laughs to herself as the boy sends her about a billion flying kisses. however her smiles fade into that of a somber frown as the train begins to depart, his tall figure disappearing into the distance until he was completely out of sight.

jaehyun got onto a bus towards the airport not long after. no matter how exhausted he'd been from all his unexpected adventures in europe, the last thing the boy could do was sleep. instead, he sat wide awake all the way back to his home country. only one thing in his mind that he kept circling back to again and again and again. and as all cliche love stories go, you know exactly what it is that's got him so insanely worked up. it was the mere thought of her. of the girl he met by chance on a train, the girl he spent a night in a foreign country with, the girl he could talk to for hours..

the girl he fell more and more in love with as the sun began to rise.

the end.

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YAYYYY!!! this ended up longer than i expected 😭 guys if u havent watched before sunrise i think u shld DEFINITELY watch it it's like one of the best romance movies EVERRR!! anyways i hope u enjoyed this, sorry for being so ia while i was on my holiday trip </3 will be back on the writing grind i promise 🫶 reblogs n feedbacks r greatly appreciated <3 dms n asks r always opened if u wanna talk to me!! love, kona.

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OH TO SHOW TSU’TEY HUMAN CUSTOMS UGH

this man would nawt be able to comprehend how many languages we have, or just how complex they can be; “wdym there’s a language of pictures? 🤨”

MUSIC OMG MUSIC he would deffo be intrigued by classical, but his ears would flatten once something like heavy metal comes on shuffle and you try to stifle your laughter; “why would you listen to someone scream? they’re saying words??”

DANCING i wanna tango this bitch or grind on him (his eyes would be BULGING at a lap dance, but that tail would be a thump-a-thumping), or something a bit more cute along the lines of slow dancing

proposing to him :( his partner wants to mate with him as they would on earth, so they get down on one knee, neck STRAINING, and holding out a ring that he glances at with a beating tail behind him; “what is this” “i’m proposing, you idiot. accept it before something eats me out here” he’ll eventually accept the ring (do they wear rings? if not, he will struggleeee to get used to it, but finds comfort in playing with it) and nearly hisses when his partner asks if he’d prefer something else. jake nearly toppled over when he sees it and is now wondering if he’s supposed to be doing this with his own mate

AHHHH I LOVE THISSSSS!!!!! ANON, THIS IS BLOODY AMAZING!

Tsu'tey would be so intrigued to hear more about your life on Earth, even if he's a little grumpy about it in the beginning. But once you've warmed that man up, he wants to know EVERYTHING! He is hungry to know more about you. I like to think he's nosy just like Mo'at but he's more subtle about it. As in he's more careful about how he pries information out of you, whilst Mo'at will just straight up demands what she wants to know, whether you plan to tell her or not she will find a way.

Maybe Tsu'tey overhears you or a co-worker speaking in a language that he doesn't recognise and that opens a whole new conversation about Earth and how there are about 7000 spoken languages back on Earth. And of course he's nothing short of impressed. He's like "what do you mean you know English, Na'vi and (insert however many other dialects here)?!"

(Bonus points if Reader learnt Na'vi on duolingo or some na'vi speaking app they found in the app store instead of going through an intense learning course run by Grace).

I feel like the music and dancing would come hand in hand. And you'd test out what he likes by playing him random genres whenever he visits the lab. And depending on if his tail wags or if his ears flatten you can pretty much guess what he likes and dislikes, even though he pretends to be neutral about everything. I feel like anything with a strong beat would have him craving to dance regardless of whether he feels he can let himself or not.

As for slow dancing, there's a height difference, but that's easy enough to get round since Tsu'tey has no issue holding you and fumbling the steps on his own whilst you sway together and let the music set the mood.

I've said it before, I'll say it again, if you get this man flowers, he will not at all get your intentions and think you just don't know which flowers are useful. Where you might be thinking, "I picked these because they're as beautiful as your eyes," Tsu'tey is having a mild panic attack because that specific species of flower has a pollen that could down an ikran in seconds, and the only reason you're not dead yet is because you have an exomask on. Whereas if Tsu'tey inhales any of that he'll be seeing Eywa instead of romantic gestures.

The miscommunication between human courtship and na'vi courtship would be hilarious to anyone who's familiar with both, and painful to either party who thinks their S/o is being dumb.

THE PART ABOUT THE RING!!! HELL YES! Of course you're mated by na'vi standards, and to be fair, you also have to be married by human standards. Tsu'tey will weave that ring into a custom necklace to have it on him at ALL times, and although he has no desire or access to metals, he's definitely off to find a pretty rock to whittle into a ring in return.