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[sydwritess]

Tattoos

Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

Summary: Lewis is looking to have some of his tattoos touched up before the race, but he can't find anyone. Hearing this, you then offer to do it, having experience. He doubts you at first, but then proceeds to be in love with your work.

First Person POV

Lewis and I have been together for a couple of years now. Things have been going smoothly, even if his world is chaotic sometimes. As a racer, he's always expected to be on top of things, perfect, professional, but there has been times when he's not. But in all reality. Who is?

Right now me and him were in the lobby of some building talking to Charles, waiting for their interview station to get set up.

"What are you thinking for the outfits tonight?" Lewis asked Charles.

"I have some in mind." Charles said smirking.

"Mate, you better not make me look like a fool now." Charles said smiling.

"I won't I won't." Charles said laughing.

"I'm trying to get in to someone to see if they can touch up my tattoos before the shoot. Want to look fresh and all you know." Lewis said, looking down at his hands.

"Does anybody take walk ins anymore?" Charles asked.

Lewis shook his head. "No, that's why I'm hoping someone can fit me in but... it's a lot." He said. I looked up from my phone at Lewis.

"I could do it." I said.

"You?" Lewis said.

"You say you like I'm a disease." I joked. Charles laughed.

"No no, not what I meant. Go ahead." Lewis said.

"Yeah, me. I'm the one who did my cousins." I said.

"Your the one that did her full sleeve?" He asked surprised.

"Yeah, I did."

"Wow."

"Don't be so surprised." I said.

"Hm, I don't know. I was kind of looking for someone a bit more... professional." He said slwoly.

"i am the queen of professional." I said.

"Sure, but do you even have the materials?" He asked.

"Yeah, at home. Where my professional state is." I smirked. He thought about it for a moment.

"Hm, alright." He said slowly. "But I'm having Charles there for an eye witness." He said.

"Now you act like I'm going to kill you." I said. We all laughed. Just then, their names were called to the stage.

"See you old man>" I said, as Lewis walked away.

"I am not old! He shouted from across the room, I laughed, watching them do their interview from the other side of the room.

"Lewis, Charles, nice to see you both again." the man said.

"Lewis, already off to a certain topic. You just shouted your not old, some of a audience caught that. Mind telling us?" The guy asked.

"Yeah, you see, my lovely girlfriend over there called me old. Clearly I'm not. But you know. Whatever you see at the eye." He says laughing. So did the audience.

"Well, you don't look at all old to me." The man said. I mouthed the words 'suck up.' to Lewis.

"Think she just called me a suck up over there." Lewis said with a smirk. Charles was laughing loudly at the conversation.

"Charles, you seem to be enjoying this." The man said. Charles shook his head while laughing. The rest of the interview went on, talking about the cars, the track, different tires, all different things.

"Well, Charles, Lewis, great having you here, thanking you for sitting down with us." The interviewer said, getting up to shake their hands, they both walked out into the lobby area.

"Great. Now we can leave finally." Charles dramatically expressed, sitting down on the bench with a large sigh.

"Mate it wasn't that bad of a day." Lewis chuckled at his friends state.

"Ugh, yes it was. People have way to many of the same questions." Charles laughed.

"Alright, shall we go then?" Lewis asked. Me and Charles nodded, standing up and walking outside. We walked out to the circuit parking lot, all piling into Lewis's car.

"Where first?" Lewis asked.

"My house. I have to pick my things up." I said. He nodded and drove to my house. We got there in a quick time and I went inside to get my supplies.

"Wow, I should have you decorate my house." Charles chuckled, looking around the house.

"Takes a lot." I said smiling, walking to my bedroom. I got everything that I needed and we went to Lewis's house.

"Where should we do this?" He asked, taking his coat off, hanging it by the door.

"Probably the kitchen table. It'd be the easiest." I said. We all walked in there, and I got my stuff set up. putting a paper towel under his arm, filling the ink dishes up, and getting the tattoo gun set up.

"I'm scared." Lewis mumbled.

"I would be. And old man like you has Carpal Tunnel, Could be shaking a lot." I said smirking. Charles laughed a bit, taking a seat next to Lewis.

"Okay okay. We get it, I'm so old and frail." Lewis laughed out with Charles.

Lewis put his arm out on the table and I started tracing over his tattoos. I got about a good 30 minutes in when I notice him squirming in his seat.

"Are you good?" I ask, bringing the needle away from his hand.

"God, this hurts like hell." He said, letting out a breath that had been held for a while. I notice Charles next to him chuckling.

"God, I am enjoying this." He laughed, taking a sip of his drink.

"Maybe you should get a tattoo." Lewis said.

"I so would." Charles backed.

"Good, after me, it's him. Make his hurt worse though." Lewis smirked.

"Oh I should, should I?" I said teasingly. I continued working up Lewis's arm and he eventually calmed down from the pain.

"Why do you do that?" Charles asked, as I wipe Lewis's arm with mark removal and a towel.

"It helps me see better. Because it clears up the lines." I said. He nodded along. I started working again, after taking a break. Lewis started to move, I was working on the back side of his arm which was more bone, so it made sense.

"Do you need like numbing stuff?" I ask.

"No why?" He asks back.

"Your moving around like crazy." I said giggling.

"It hurts!" He backed.

"Well stop moving. I don't want to mess up." I said, getting back to work. "After all, my name is going on your body." I said.

"Your name goes on my body ever couple of weeks darling." He backs.

"Ew. That's disgusting." Charles commented, taking a sip of his drink.

"Mate, she's the one who braids my hair." Lewis said, smirking.

"Yeah get your head out of the gutter." I said.

"Hey, my head wasn't in the gutter. You made it sound like that on purpose." He said, pointing to me and then Lewis. A couple of more minutes went by and I was finally done. Getting a towel and cleaning up his arm again.

"There you go." I said, putting the towel done.

"Wow. This actually looks... really good." Lewis said, inspecting his hand and arm.

"Told you I could do it." I said smirking.

"Alright. But you still did cause me pain." He said, smiling.

"Alright, you ready for the shoot finally?" Charles said standing up.

"Yes. Let's go. And I have high hopes that you won't make me look bad, yeah?" Lewis asks. I take care of my things and we all get in Lewis's car, driving to Charles house.

We got there in a quick time, got out and went inside. Charles went straight to his room, running down his stairs with a handful of clothes, smirking proudly.

"Right mate. First one is this." Charles says, holding up a pair of black dress pants, a black dress shirt, and a long, black coat.

"Oh yes. This is my brother Arthur. He's going to be taking the pictures." Charles says, introducing Arthur.

"Wow, you are like identical." I said. Charles just laughed.

"Nice to meet you." Arthur said, shaking my hand.

"But way more polite to." I said.

"Woah, I am tons of polite mate." Charles said, putting a hand on his chest.

"Oh boy." Lewis says. Grabbing the hanger and going into the bathroom to change.

I give Charles a suspicious look, and he just smirked.

"Don't worry. He will look great." Charles said, holding up the okay sign.

"Alright." Lewis says, walking out of the bathroom. "This isn't half bad." He says, adjusting the collar of his jacket. Charles just nods and smiles, and he tells Lewis wear to stand in the house. Arthur took a bunch of pictures of Lewis, having him stand in different positions.

"Alright. Next one." Charles said. Next he handed him blue, baggy jeans, and a tan Ferrari sweatshirt. Lewis went to go change, came back out and started shooting again. This process went on for a good hour or so, tearing through many different outfits, getting many good pictures.

"Alright. Thanks for doing this mate." Charles said.

"Anytime. I'll see you tomorrow." Lewis said, saying goodbye to to Charles and Arthur before we leave. We were in the car, driving back to my house, it was pretty much a quite ride until we pulled into the driveway.

"You did great today." I said smiling.

"Thanks. You did to. This looks amazing." He said, holding up his hand.

"Well, it was just tracing over lines." I said giggling.

"I know, but still, it's major talent." He said smiling. "Will I see you at the track tomorrow?" He asked.

"Of course. You know I will be there." I said.

"Great. I'll text you when I'm home, yeah?" He said.

"You better." I said smiling. Leaning over the console to kiss him.

"I'll see you." He whispered against my lips.

"Bye." I said slowly. Opening the car door and walking inside.

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[reiyaus]

fem reader intended | part two of this

fratboy! gojo who meets up with you after getting your contact info the other night, laptop prepared to explain the important of card trading.

fratboy! gojo who, for once, finds it fun to converse with someone other than his small circle of friends. he can't deny the fact he finds you cute when you get confused- not like he'll tell anyone. (more under cut!)

fratboy! gojo whose friends are starting to notice that he isn't partying as much as he did before, but instead, actually attending his classes. to say that they were surprised is an understatement.

fratboy! gojo who walks with you during breaks only to hear you talk, whether it be about pokémon or whatever. with you, he can escape the frat-party life and settle down into a mellow, drunk-free personality. sure he can do that with his friends, but it comes naturally when with you.

fratboy! gojo who sets up chill hangouts when he realizes you aren't as interested in loud environments as him. from walks in the parks, a 1-hour pottery session, or cafe hopping around town- you find yourself enjoying every second of it.

fratboy! gojo who introduces you to his friends, embarrassed when they mention how he'd turn off dnd just to check if you replied. you laugh, comparing him to a clingy dog (which he is) and he feels himself dying even more.

fratboy! gojo who decides that he wants to properly confess his feelings for you during the night of valentines. take you out like normal and bring out the gift he prepared in his trunk. simple, right?

fratboy! gojo who couldn't stop cheesing anytime you looked away, yet acting flustered whenever you noticed. in his mind, he was the greatest at hiding his emotions- but you knew right away that something was up. considering how he asked to match with you, on valentines day.

fratboy! gojo who brings you to a secluded part of the beach where you could see the stars clearly, and has to calm himself down before making a fool out of himself (like he hasn't already).

fratboy! gojo who starts off by bringing up the first day you met, chuckling at how he found quietude in the midst of a party.

fratboy! gojo who takes your hands in his so gently, smiling at how well yours molded together. with one hand holding yours, he reaches into the back of his car and brings out the small basket he made.

fratboy! gojo who filled the basket up with your favorite snacks, a box of high-quality trading cards, a bracelet, and most importantly, a multipage, hand-crafted letter. stuck onto the back, was a candid polaroid he took of you the first time you hung out. aka, the day he realized he loved you.

fratboy! gojo who stumbles across his words, unable to properly convey the script he had in mind. his worry took over him when you didn't respond to anything he said.

fratboy! gojo who pauses after hearing your laugh, and looks up to see the same eyes he fell in love with staring right at him with such adoration. you're smiling. and soon, he finds himself smiling even harder.

fratboy! gojo who has to stop himself from cheering when you formally accept his confession. going as far as to exit out the car to give you the warmest embrace. melting in your arms, he finally has all the reason to kiss you on the cheek.

boyfriend! gojo who slowly retires from the party-life (and possibly playboy), and while still remaining in his frat- he'd very much rather spend his nights with you in his arms.

restful and content, satoru couldn't have asked for a better way to meet you.

a/n: for that one person who wanted it to be platonic... im sorry [sweat]... NEXT TIME! i really want to write "intimacy with platonic!gojo" or any other jjk character. also ignore how i portrayed gojo as a playboy (kind of) in the first part, i lowk forgot abt that when writing pt 2

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[nadvs]

the power play (part two)

pairing hockeyplayer! rafe cameron x tutor! reader

rating mature 18+

summary rafe is your complete opposite. the only thing you have in common with the hockey player you tutor is that he’s also recently had his heart broken. in a last-ditch effort to make the people who hurt you regret it, you agree to pretend to date.

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“There’s no way I just heard you right,” Lyla says. You look at your best friend through your phone screen, her mouth agape.

A moment ago, she called to invite you to her dorm room to watch movies. That sounds much better than the nerve-wracking plans you’ve already set for tonight.

“You did,” you laugh.

“You’re going to party,” she repeats, “with Rafe.”

“Yup,” you say. You set your phone down on your bed as you rifle through your closet. You’re already dressed, but you need to do something to expel your nervous energy.

You agreed to put on this farce yesterday. Now that you said it out loud, it’s setting in that you’re really going through with this.

“Back up,” she says over the phone behind you. “How did this happen?”

“We’ve gotten to know each other over tutoring. He asked me out. I said yes.”

“You actually like him like that?”

“Yeah.”

“Wow,” she replies.

You try to ignore the guilt that’s sitting on your shoulders. You’ve never lied to her, to anyone, like this.

But while she is your best friend, the bond she has with her twin brother is untouchable. You doubt she’d keep the truth of what you’re doing from Beck.

You settle back on your bed, picking up your phone.

“Well, I hope you have fun,” Lyla says with a chuckle, clearly surprised by your behavior. “I can’t wait to hear all about it.”

“Thanks,” you say meekly. You’ve never been on a real date. You’re not sure how convincing you’ll be on a pretend one.

A text notification appears, making your stomach turn with nerves.

It’s Rafe.

There in ten minutes.

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You haven’t stopped talking since you got in his car.

Rafe glances over at you when he stops at a red light, a minute away from the student house at the edge of campus.

“We have to be believable, right?” you ramble on, growing uneasier the more you think about it. “Wait, will this look bad if anyone in the tutoring program finds out I’m dating you? It’s not like they ever said we can’t see the people we tutor, but if–”

“We can call this off,” Rafe interrupts. If you’re going to be a nervous mess, he’d rather not do this at all.

You cross your arms, staring ahead at the traffic light. It turns green.

“No. I just want to be prepared,” you say. “You’re sure he won’t be there?”

Rafe drives forward. He’d told you that most of the guys on the hockey team show up to these parties, but Beck usually skips out.

You’re hopeful he attends, but it may be better to ease into this before having to worry about convincing Beck just yet. Rafe is certain his ex will be there and you feel less pressure at the thought of having to trick one person instead of two.

“Pretty sure,” Rafe replies.

He doesn’t get why some athletes are so high-strung about partying. He parties every weekend and his game is just as solid.

It worked so well with Emma. He liked that she chased fun and had a careless approach to life that made him feel like if he spent enough time with her, he could, too.

“Okay,” you heavily sigh. “We’ll only have one person to fool, then.”

“Don’t take it so seriously, alright?” he says. “It’s just a party. We’ll show up, look like a couple, and leave.”

You nod, trying to picture how you should act tonight. You’ll hold Rafe’s hand. You’ll hug him. You’ll pretend like he’s charming, like he’s someone you can’t stop thinking about, instead of the cold person you know him to be.

“No kissing,” you say hurriedly. You’re not about to waste your first kiss on Rafe Cameron.

He snorts a laugh.

“Not a problem,” he says.

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The house is humid and crowded and loud. The bass is so heavy that you can’t make out the lyrics.

You’d thought touching Rafe would only be for show, but as he pushes through the foyer, you cup the inside of his elbow, using him as an anchor.

He greets a few guys once he gets to the living room. Some are familiar, hockey players you’ve seen before.

Rafe introduces you. By the way you’re clinging onto him as you greet his friends, he can tell you’re still on edge, but hiding it behind a big smile.

He leans down to speak close to your ear, and you realize since you’d only ever sat together before, you’d never noticed just how much he towers over you.

“I’m getting a beer,” Rafe says. “Do you drink?”

“Not usually,” you reply. “But I’ll take one.”

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On Rafe’s way back to you, he sees her. Emma’s in the crowd, smiling and dancing.

He still doesn’t get how she could throw it all away. They had so much fun together. He forgot about all the bad shit when he was with her. And then, all of a sudden, it was over.

He returns to find you chatting with Isaac, the team’s goalie. You thank Rafe for the drink, taking a sip and doing an awful job at hiding how much you hate the taste, and pull him into the conversation.

“Did you know he’s a music major?” you say, pointing to Isaac.

“Yeah,” Rafe says stiffly, still reeling from seeing his ex. “We’ve known each other for two years.”

“It’s so cool,” you say, unbothered by Rafe’s prickliness. “What kind of music are you most interested in?”

You continue to chat with Isaac, who’s clearly happy to be on the subject. Your nerves are stable now that you’re distracted by a genuine conversation.

Once there’s a lull, you turn to Rafe, clinking your beer against his, feeling like yourself again.

“Kind of late to cheers you now, but cheers,” you say.

“Do you talk everyone’s ear off?” he asks.

“I try to,” you reply with a grin, handing him your drink. “And now I need to go to the bathroom.”

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As you walk through the hallway to head back downstairs, a shelf crammed with books catches your eye. Unable to curb your curiosity, you wander into the bedroom to inspect the colorful spines.

You realize you lost track of time when a harsh voice interrupts your reading of a book’s back cover.

“You serious?” you hear behind you.

You turn to see Rafe at the door, two beers in his hands. You must have been gone so long that he had to come look for you.

“Oops,” you giggle. You cross the room, taking your drink back. “Thanks. I just wanted to check out the collection.”

“I didn’t bring you here to read,” he says sharply.

“Jeez,” you say, brows furrowing. Emma had said he was mean. She wasn’t kidding. “Why are you being grumpier than usual?”

Rafe exhales a sigh, but it’s not frustrated like usual. It’s wobbly. Almost sad.

“She’s here,” he murmurs.

Your heart sinks. She’s here. And you left him alone.

You beckon him into the room, shutting the door to avoid anyone overhearing. The music is muffled now, your senses mildly blurred from the alcohol.

“I didn’t mean to get distracted,” you say softly.

You gaze up at him to see that the hard, angry exterior you’ve grown accustomed to is gone. Right now, there’s a glimpse of softness, of genuine heartbreak.

You realize you only really heard Emma’s perspective on the relationship. You hardly know Rafe’s.

“She really did a number on you, huh?” you ask.

He only looks to the side, quiet and tense. You point to the desk by the window.

“Let’s sit,” you say.

“We don’t have to get into it,” he groans.

You settle on the desk’s surface.

“I should have some background information, don’t you think?” you say. “Humor me. I’m a decent listener. Way better at talking, but...”

You smile. Rafe is sure he’ll never understand how someone can be this damn perky.

Once he can tell you’re not letting it go, he shifts to sit on the chair, looking up at you through slitted eyes.

“How long were you together?” you ask.

“Few months.”

It's a little less impossible to picture Rafe as a boyfriend now that you see his guard down by half an inch. He must not open up all that much. You assume that’s why the breakup is hitting him so hard.

“Did you meet here at school?”

“Yeah.” He thinks back to when he’d sparked a conversation with Emma the first weekend of his sophomore year. “Things were good, but then she…”

He stops talking. He’s being pathetic. The night she ended things has been on a loop in his head. They were both drunk, at a party just like this one, arguing like they always did, when she said she was done with it, with everything.

That was a month and a half ago and he’s still a wreck.

He can’t help it. He’s always felt like a bottomless pit of a person, and Emma helped fill the void, made him feel like he was worth something.

Now that what she gave him is gone, he’s back to emptiness. To the constant reminders of how unlovable he is.

You stare at him. It’s obvious in the pain behind his stare, the tightness of clenched fists, that she broke his heart.

“Was it unexpected?” you ask.

He nods.

“Did you talk to her downstairs?”

“No,” he says. He pinches the bridge of his nose, pain radiating in his core. “This whole thing is stupid.”

“It’s not,” you say. “And as your tutor, I have to tell you that stupid is a bad word.”

He flashes you an unimpressed glare. The tables have turned between you, dropping you into the role of the one who needs to be confident and reassuring.

“It’ll be fine,” you say, your tone lighthearted. “You just have to look like you’re having fun with your new girlfriend, who you’re completely infatuated with and who you would never yell at for innocently reading the back cover of a book.”

Rafe looks towards the bookshelf he found you standing next to, guilt pinching his chest. He’s always hated it about himself, how he snaps first and thinks later.

“Any chance you saw Beck?” you ask.

“No.”

“Okay,” you say. You chug the rest of your beer and wince once the bottle is empty. “That was gross. Let’s go.”

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It takes a few minutes to catch Emma’s eye from across the noisy, inebriated crowd.

You’re standing in the corner of the living room facing Rafe, your arms on his shoulders like he instructed you to do. Once her gaze is on you, you cock your head.

“She’s looking,” you say.

The combination of witnessing Rafe’s heartbreak and drinking the bitter alcohol has loosened up your nerves. The man standing across from you may be rough around the edges, but he has a heart. And he gave it to someone who shattered it.

While you might not know much about their failed relationship, seeing his pain up close is enough to make you want to help.

You step a little closer, the room’s heat pressing on your skin.

“Did you start Pride and Prejudice yet?” you ask.

Rafe’s eyes sweep over your face, his big hands settling on your hips.

“Don’t tutor me right now.”

“We’re supposed to be flirting, so we have to talk about something,” you reply. “It’s a really good book. A love story if you’re into that.”

He grimaces.

“Well, it explores other themes, too.”

You notice Emma’s still looking right at you, and this time, Gabby is standing beside her and staring daggers, too.

“Hey, is it possible to get drunk off of one beer?” you ramble. “Or is it just placebo?”

“Get closer,” he tells you impatiently.

“Right.”

You slide your hands around the back of his neck and pull him down into a hug, his cheek pressed on yours, the aroma of crisp aftershave drifting over you.

“I should limit myself to half a beer next time,” you say in his ear, faking a smile.

“Lightweight,” he replies.

You act like you’re scanning the room, as if you’re meeting Emma’s eyes by chance, and when you see her cold stare, you squeeze him tighter.

“She looks really mad,” you tell him.

Rafe smirks, his chest grazing yours. It feels good knowing he still has an effect on his ex. If she was really over him like she said she is, she wouldn’t care. This is the taste of power he needed.

He slides his hands to the small of your back, languidly dragging up the curve of your spine.

If he was a guy you like, if he was Beck, you’d be a nervous mess right now. But this is methodical and calculated. It’s easy to flirt with someone when it’s fake. There’s nothing on the line.

In the corner of your eye, Emma whispers something to Gabby and they disappear into the crowd. You pull back and slowly slip your hands off of Rafe’s shoulders to pat his chest.

“She left and she wasn’t happy,” you say. “You’re welcome.”

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When you think about last Friday, it’s like you’re recalling a story you heard about someone else, because it can’t possibly have been you.

One drink had you completely uninhibited. You’ve never been so close to a man before, and there you were, holding Rafe against you, murmuring in his ear, acting like two mutually interested people at a party, when in reality, you’re both always at least a little annoyed with each other.

As you sit in the study room, waiting for him to arrive for your tutoring session, you’re unsure if it’ll be awkward to look him in the eye after all that happened between you.

“Hey,” Rafe coolly says when he comes in.

“Hey,” you reply.

“Beck asked about you.”

You perk up, completely distracted from whatever you were just feeling.

“What?”

Rafe settles in his usual spot, a satisfied smile pulling at his lips, clearly proud of himself for thinking of this ruse in the first place.

“The other day at practice,” he says. He pulls out his laptop. “He asked me if you and me are hanging out.”

“And?”

“I said yeah, but it’s all fake.” He gives you an impatient shrug. “What do you think I said?”

“Ha ha,” you say flatly. “His sister’s my best friend. He must’ve heard about us from her.”

You were convincing when Lyla asked you about how your date went the next day, telling her that you had a great time with Rafe. She’s still surprised at the mismatched pair, but she’s trying to be supportive.

Rafe notices the subtle frown on your face as you pull his laptop forward.

“Did he say anything else?” you ask.

“No.”

“He’s asked his sister and you about me,” you say, “but he won’t talk to me himself. If he wants to check in on me, he should. I mean, I’ll definitely lie and say I’ve been doing great, but still.”

You try to shake away the thought. You hate how much you still care, how much his years of flirting with you just for everything to end the way it did have hurt you.

“Have you heard from Emma?” you ask.

Sorrow seeps into you when Rafe’s eyes lose their brightness. You shouldn’t have asked.

“She’s trying to act like she doesn’t care,” you try to console him. “You’ll have the last laugh.”

You swiftly change the subject, finding the file he was supposed to fill with a first draft. There’s hardly anything. You suck your teeth with a disappointed tsk.

“Rafe,” you say. “You need to come here with more written down.”

“What the hell am I supposed to write about a love story?” he grumbles.

“I already told you there are other themes in this book,” you reiterate. “Let’s go through them.”

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The next evening, you’re leaving the library after a study session when your phone vibrates with a text. It’s Rafe, letting you know that the team is celebrating a win at an off-campus bar and that you should come.

Imagining yourself walking into the bar and seeing Beck and acting the same way you did at that party feels impossible. A little part of you is worried last weekend’s display was a lucky fluke.

You reply to him as you walk deeper into the cool spring night: I have readings to do.

When ur done then?

You stare down at your screen, uncertain and nervous. It was easy when you had Emma to fool. You were confident she’d have some sort of reaction, seeing that it was her ex-boyfriend you were cuddling up to.

But Beck might not even care. And that’d hurt.

You eventually come to the conclusion that it’s worth a try. Beck damaged your pride. You want to undo some of that damage. And you didn’t start this just to back out.

You text Rafe: I’ll call you when I get there.

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Half an hour later, your name flashes on Rafe’s phone. He stands from his place at the table, all other seats taken up by teammates and girlfriends, and he makes his way to the entrance of the bar.

Even though you’re just someone he’s pretending to be into, it feels good to have a person come to a party just for him again. Emma used to always tag along for these things, back when she was the constant in his life.

“Hey,” he answers your call.

“Meet me at the front,” you say on the other end. Rafe finds you at the door, your arms crossed, your lips pulled into an awkward smile.

“I didn’t want to come in alone,” you explain. He puts his phone back in his pocket, eyes travelling over you in confusion. Why are you back to being nervous?

“Loosen up,” he says.

“I’m trying,” you breathe.

“Just follow my lead,” he says. “Act like you don’t care that he’s here.”

Rafe offers you his hand and you take it, feeling his slightly calloused palm against yours. You keep your gaze on the floor as he takes you into the loud bar.

He doesn’t give you a chance to think. He gets to his seat and pulls you onto his lap. You try your best to act like this is something you’ve done before.

You drape your arm around his shoulders, looking down at him, finding a sense of reassurance in his striking blue eyes as his lap warms the underside of your thighs.

“Casually sitting on your lap,” you mumble. “This is normal for us. Totally normal. Who needs a chair? Not me.”

Most of the group is in lively conversation. Some people don’t even notice your arrival. But Beck does.

You offer him a small smile from across the table, the sight of him making your stomach flutter. He nods in greeting, unreadable.

Rafe’s hand rests on the side of your bare thigh, fingers splayed over your cool skin, right where your skirt ends.

“You’re cold,” he says, loud enough over the music, quiet enough that only you can hear him.

His muscles start to tighten as his thumb brushes over the swell of your thigh.

It’s instinct. He can’t control that he’s getting worked up. He has a pretty girl on his lap. It’d be weird if his body didn’t have some sort of reaction.

“Yeah. It’s cold out,” you reply.

“How’d you get here?” he asks accusingly.

“I walked.”

“Walked?” he repeats. “By yourself?”

“Campus security can only escort me through school property,” you say. “I was on my own for like, two minutes.”

“Don’t do that again,” he says, quieter now. “I’d never let my girl walk alone at night.”

You tilt your head, frustration bubbling up inside you.

“Let?” you echo, brows furrowed.

He stares at you with hard eyes, forcing himself to push past the irritation of what you’re implying — that he’s controlling. He heard it from Emma before. She never understood that he was trying to protect her.

You’re supposed to be happy to see each other, not arguing. And he needs to get you back for pissing off his ex the other night. And it’s a good idea to get his hand off of your leg for his own sake.

His touch is featherlight when he cups your cheek. Your eyes soften with appreciation. He’s putting on this show for you, forcing your tense conversation to look sweet, and it makes you a bit more relaxed.

His ex is nowhere to be found, but he’s being affectionate with you, holding up his part of the deal. You can only hope this is working on Beck. You’d spent years seeing him with girls; he’d never seen you with a guy.

“I would’ve picked you up,” Rafe says stiffly, his tone mismatching his gesture. “If you were my girlfriend, I wouldn’t be cool with knowing something could happen to you. You said we have to be believable, yeah?”

You study him under the dimmed, warm lights, your heart racing from feeling Beck’s presence at the other side of the table.

“So, it’s like you… feel responsible for my safety or something?” you ask.

The stress digging in Rafe’s shoulders fades into a relief he wasn’t expecting. It’s uncommon for him to feel understood. He felt it at times with his ex, but she hardly ever tried to see his side, calling him too much.

As if he needed the reminder. He knows he’s too much.

“Yeah,” he replies.

“I’ll tell you to come get me next time.”

He lowers his hand, resting it on your leg again. This time, though, he makes sure to only be touching your clothes, making no contact with your skin.

“How was the game?” you ask.

“We always beat Hatfield,” Rafe says.

“How many penalties did you get?”

“I don’t count.”

“I wouldn’t, either,” you say. “You’re in the sin bin a lot.”

Rafe’s lips curl into a smile that tells you he agrees, but that he also won’t change a thing.

“How’d you know that?”

“I came to a lot of games last semester.”

“You should probably start coming to them again,” he says.

He’s right. If this were real, you’d be coming to the rink to cheer your boyfriend on.

“It’s kind of hard for me,” you admit.

Rafe grimaces in the impatient way he always does, wearing that look that implies whatever you just said is silly. You lick your lips nervously, leaning even closer to him to explain.

“I used to go to all of his games,” you say, hushed. “All through high school, too. Sitting behind the home bench just reminds me of all the time I wasted thinking he liked me, too.”

You pull back. Rafe stares at you for a moment. Despite your differences, you really have been hurt the same way. You both saw a future with someone who gave you a glimmer of hope just to shut you down.

He doesn’t usually care enough to make someone feel better. Right now is different.

“Then sit behind the sin bin,” he says. “Count my penalties for me.”

You laugh. And when you notice Beck’s eyes on you, it feels really good.

You think back to what Rafe said, to act like you don’t care. You notice Isaac a few seats away and greet him with a hello and a smile, then meet Beck’s gaze.

“How was the game?” you say casually from across the table.

“Good,” Beck answers. “It’s cool to play with Marcus again.”

“Oh, right,” you say. Marcus was a mutual friend in high school who now plays for Hatfield, a college a town away. “Did you get to talk to him?”

“Not really,” Beck replies. “What’s up with you? It’s been a while.”

It’s irritating to hear him say that, as if the distance between you wasn’t all because of him. You used to talk to Beck all the time, until he unexpectedly drove you away.

You shrug, hoping you don’t give away how hurt you’ve been.

“Not much,” you say. You look at Rafe, willing yourself to flirt with another man in front of the one who broke your heart. “This one guy I’m tutoring has been taking up all my time.”

“Sounds rough,” Rafe says.

“Yeah,” you play along, “but I’m very patient.”

“You are,” Beck says. “I wouldn’t have survived last semester if it weren’t for you.”

You force another smile, meeting Beck’s gaze again. You don’t like the reminder of all the time you spent helping him with school, pining for him, hoping he pined for you, too.

Rafe looks between you and Beck as you continue to chat. There’s an obvious history between you two, a tone that only old friends could have, but the exchange is stiff.

It’s clear, at least to him, that there’s something you two aren’t talking about.

════════

Once the night ends, you get into Rafe’s car. He turns the key, the engine roaring to life.

“That was great,” you murmur sarcastically as you put on your seatbelt. You meant it to come out as a joke, but your voice has a strain to it.

It would’ve been amazing if Beck stared like Emma did the other night, but he didn’t. You feel rejected all over again.

“I think he knows us both well enough to know we can’t really like each other like that,” you say. You watch the bar’s neon sign blink in the passenger side mirror as you try to ground yourself. “Oh, well. We tried.”

Rafe highly doubts he caught on. There’s no world where you’d two be a couple — you’re irritatingly chatty and wear your heart on your sleeve, the complete opposite of Rafe and what he looks for in a girl — but while Beck kept a cool facade, his glances at you weren’t skeptical. And they weren’t platonic, either.

He puts the car in drive, anxiety gnawing at him as he pulls out of the parking lot. It sounds like you’re about to call it quits all because of a false assumption.

“He fell for it,” Rafe mutters. “And he was jealous. You’re crazy if you think he wasn’t.”

You were hoping that Beck would be convinced that you’re fine after what happened between you. That maybe he’d regret the way he handled things. But you never thought he’d actually be jealous. Why would he be if he never liked you in the first place?

“Then I guess I’m crazy,” you tell him, “because to me, he didn’t seem to care at all.”

Rafe scratches his jaw, exasperated.

“You ever think that maybe he’s just not transparent like you are?” he says after a beat.

You look at his profile, the passing streetlights washing over the planes of his face.

“Transparent?” you echo. “So, I… gave us away?”

“That’s not what I mean,” Rafe says gruffly. “You’re convincing with my help, but without it, you’re damn easy to read. He’s not as obvious as you. If you looked hard enough, though, you could tell that he really didn’t like that you were sitting on my lap.”

You stare ahead at the darkened street. From your first tutoring session with Rafe, he had you figured out. You mentioned Beck and he caught on to whatever gave you away.

You’ve been able to pretend you’ve been fine, that your heart has been kept intact. Rafe is the only one who saw through it, from the moment he sat down next to you in that study room. He has a knack for reading people.

“How do you do that?” you ask, studying his features once more.

“What?”

“I’m not easy to read,” you say. “Nobody else has picked up on how upset I’ve been over him. Not even my best friend. But you called me out right away. How are you so good at seeing through people?”

Rafe’s grip tightens on the steering wheel. It’s a loaded question.

He spent his childhood hyperware of what unhappiness looks like in people, desperately clinging onto his dad’s fickle approval since he can remember. It never left his system. It turned him into a man trained in recognizing the slightest change in someone’s mood.

He could even sense when Emma was falling out of love with him. She said he was paranoid when he called her out on it, but he knew he was right.

After you spend your life starving for approval, wanting someone to see every side of you and decide that you’re worth loving, it’s second nature to make note of the signs that they’re writing you off. And to lose control when you beg them not to.

He swallows hard. You simply mentioned how observant he is and his mind is spinning now. You stripped back a layer, peeling at a part of him he pretends doesn’t exist.

It’s another thing about you that he’d never want in a real girlfriend. You’re doing what you did the other night when you asked about his ex. You’re prying.

“Just am,” he finally replies.

The tension is nipping at his bones, the memories flooding back with no mercy. Emma never dug at him like this. It’s part of why he liked her so much. She didn’t make him look at these sides of himself.

“Riveting,” you say, rolling your head to the side to look out the window. “Well, you don’t need to try to make me feel better, okay? You can give it to me straight that he doesn’t like me like that.”

“Did you register anything I just said?” he scoffs.

“Now you know how I feel when I’m tutoring you,” you joke, unaffected by his brashness like usual.

“He asked me about you the first chance he got, remember? And he was awkward as hell tonight. He cares. He’s just the type that’s desperate for everyone to think he’s a good guy, so when he’s jealous, he tries to hide it.”

You mull over his words. You’ve only ever thought the world of Beck, until he abruptly distanced himself from you and made you almost certain that he’d been conciously leading you on for years.

To think of him as someone preoccupied with being liked feels accurate. He always keeps the peace, possibly in an effort for approval.

The idea that he did feel something for you, that he does, is a dangerous type of hope you’re well acquainted with. It makes you feel better that someone else sees what you’d seen for years.

Rafe’s words, albeit curt, bring you relief. Beck must feel something that he never wanted to act on. And he might want to act on it now.

“I guess I’m just so used to overthinking about him,” you admit. “Thanks.”

Rafe is silent. Irritated. Tense. You didn’t want to believe all that Emma had told you that night at the rink, but most things check out. He’s moodier than you could’ve expected.

“You okay?” you ask.

He’s doing it again. He’s hardly offering any insight on what he’s thinking, shutting you out. Your dynamic feels unbalanced now, considering how much you’ve told him.

Rafe comes to a stop in front of your building. He’d do anything but admit why he’s so good at reading people. It’s a burden, a reminder of the desperation that’s lived in him ever since he was a child.

“We’re here,” he states flatly.

You unbuckle your seatbelt. Despite everything, you don’t have it in you to be angry at him. Not after he helped you so much. Not after he tried to console you in his own abrupt way.

“Rafe?”

“What?”

You stare at him until he gives in and looks at you, wearing yet another grimace.

“I’m not technically going through a breakup, but if anyone kind of gets what you’re going through right now, it’s me,” you tell him. “I vent to you a lot. It’s cool if you want to vent to me, too. This is all an act, but it doesn’t mean we can’t be friends. That’s all. Thanks for the ride.”

You step out of the car and shut the door, leaving Rafe with the disquieting realization that if he’s going to keep doing this with you, he’ll have to accept the fact that you probably won’t stop prying.

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[gatorbites-imagines]

the idea of an alternate mark/multiple of them trying to attack a kryptonian reader (or even just. A reader that’s stronger than them) and just . breaking their hands absolutely kills me,,, seemingly normal human guy just standing there while the marks are just punching him like he’s a wall - he’s safe even before he pet-ifies them

Alternate Marks (Petvincibles) x kryptonian male reader 

Headcanons 

I just thought this scenario was really funny, so I decided to cook up a more solid thing for it. 

Imagine, you are a powerful kryptonian villain from the DC universe. You have obviously built a resistance to kryptonite and other kryptonian weaknesses, you are unstoppable. 

Or well, you should have been. In the end, Kal-El and his justice league defeat you with the power of friendship. 

Kal-El, being the kindhearted man he is, offers to let you serve your punishment in a different universe if you behave. This might also be because you are one of the few kryptonians left, so he doesn't want you to die or anything. 

In the end his passion, kindness and sunny personality makes you see the light, as villains tend to do. You agree to serve out your sentence in a different universe,  

The universe you end up being sent to, is the one from invincible, since it has nothing to do with the people you are used too. 

Batman helped you set up a fake identity before you crossed over, ironclad enough that even the GDA would never think it was fake. 

Ironically, you settle down as a journalist. It's a bit embarrassing in the beginning that you end up doing the same thing as Kal-El, but you swallow your pride and just live a normal human life. 

Sure, you could have helped save this planet and many lives, but, you weren't Kal-El, you felt no need to defend anyone or anything. Even when your sensitive hearing picked up on the guardians being killed, you did nothing. 

Not your circus, not your monkeys. You enjoyed your (retirement) punishment too much. 

You were enjoying your day off when the chuckleheads showed up through their portals.  

You had just gotten out of your shower, put on some comfy sweats and a t-shirt, ready to munch down on takeout and watch horrible reality tv, when your telenovela changed to the news instead. 

Normally, you would just have left it alone. Other heroes would take care of it, like always. And it would have stayed that way, until you watched this cadmus suit wearing fucker destroy your workplace. 

Luckily it was the bimonthly “nobody is in the building” day, so there was no one inside, but still, that was your job dude. 

When the news showed all of these numbnuts, and you saw just how the usual heroes were getting broken left and right, you realized you might have to step in. 

No way you were gonna let these guys destroy your retirement. You still owned your old suit, the one the justice league had beat you in, but you felt no need to put it on for this. 

This was simply you disciplining a group of brats, no need to take it too seriously. 

You were faster, stronger, bigger, sturdier, everything they could dream of being, so obviously you reach one of them first.  

This one just happened to look like a bee, or a wasp. And he seemed so entertained by your presence, his very energy grated your nerves, acting like he was sure to win and that this was all a mild inconvenience. 

That is, until he threw a punch and you didn't move, tired and bored expression on your face. 

Sinister had assumed this would be easy, just another useless fool to punch a hole through. Well, it would have been, if his fist didn't shatter when it met your chest. 

A shocked guttural yell pulls him his chest as he feels his arm break all the way up to his elbow, just from punching you with all his might. It left Sinister feeling shocked for a moment, and a moment was all you needed to beat him. 

Past you would have killed him, but Kal-el had been so serious about you growing as a person and being better, so you just... tuck him under your arm and fly off for the next invincible. 

It wouldn't take long for the GDA and public to notice their attackers being taken out, by a guy in sweatpants and a hello kitty shirt of all things too. 

Normal Mark would immediately tense, ready to fight even if he knows he wouldn't stand a chance after seeing you take out all his alternate selves so quickly and easily. 

“Relax, I'm retired” you tell him, holding a hand out as if to comfort him. Mark doesn't really know what to do with you, seeing someone so fucking strong just... chilling. You could clearly have beat his dad, so why didn't you? 

“didn't feel like it” you shrug. Then why take out these guys? “Destroyed my favorite coffee shop and my workplace” 

The GDA obviously want you to hand over the alternate Marks, where you just bark a laugh in their face. “Yeah right. I know what you government folk do to people like them”. So, you end up bringing all the vincibles back to your place. 

This is probably also the best place they can do, since you are the only one able to contain them. 

When they wake up, they are obviously gonna attack you again, from wounded pride or whatever else they might be experiencing. You easily keep up, beating them down again and again until they are mellowed out. 

You also give them the whole speech Kal-El gave you, about being better and whatever. The speech isn't what slowly turns them, but rather just you in general. 

Maybe its viltrumite biology to be into people who are stronger, or it's because you are such a strong figure, but they start to become “pet-ified” as we say. 

Chances are, you still have contact with the justice league, who helps you offer all the Marks ways into other universes where they can start afresh, and be heroes. But they all decide to stick with you instead as they have grown attached, like feral tomcats. 

GDA isn't happy about it obviously, but what the hell are they gonna do about it? Normal Mark wouldn't be happy about it either, but he would at least just kinda grow to accept it over time. 

Luckily for you, nobody really noticed or got your face on camera when you picked the vincibles up either, so you are able to return to work a while later.  

All is swell, but your apartment, and earth itself, is starting to feel stuffy. Maybe it's finally time to leave the planet and start exploring the galaxy, and you have a feeling the vincibles would follow if you did. Except of course, the original one, perhaps.  

[ash-says]

Survival 101 :

Buckle up your seatbelt darling because this is going to be triggering and one hell of a ride. Don't expect mushy from me. Might do it when tapped in my soft girl era but today I feel like a Villain.

1) Keep your mouth shut where you don't hold the power. No power no expressed opinions that can put you in trouble.

2) Learn manipulation and seduction skills. This will help you to detect when someone is trying to manipulate and seduce you. Saves a lot of drama and heartache.

3) Fight back strategically. We don't want to lose a job, a degree certificate, a bruise on your body,etc depending on your situation.

4) Facts over emotions. Always.

5) 90% of older men are creepy. Speaking from experience here. Play with them by ear. Get what you want by being polite and respectful but if they try to harass you or take advantage we turn Medusa on them or if you are not in a position to fight and walk out safe just play cutesy and shy and dumb. Ask him what he means and do not take a word said by him seriously. Dodge his advances like your life depends on it until you get an opening to run for the hills.

6) Snap out of delusions and pay attention to reality. People are not what you make them out to be they are what they show you. Stop making excuses for them.

7) Anxiety can be crippling. Panic attacks are the worst but no matter what happens try your level best to never show them publicly. Men are vultures and vulnerable women are easy prey for men.

8) That one friend who is all sweet to you and is your bff but anything positive happens in your life and suddenly starts becoming passive aggressive. Not your friend. Don't share any secrets. Best to be kept as an acquaintance.

9) Develop sarcasm and don't be afraid to put self entitled bitches and bastards in their place. Better being called a 'Mean Girl' over a 'Doormat'.

10) Bully back the bullies. It's 2024 sweetie we don't wait for an opportunity for revenge we fucking create it.

11) No matter how tough your life is going everyone shouldn't be getting a broadcast about it. At least not by your own mouth. Try to act as put together as you can.

12) Kindness is virtue but being apathetic saves you. Don't be the fool who bleeds through the stabs of the same knives again and again. "Because I can't see them in pain. I have a heart." Babygirl you have a life too. All that emotional stress is going to result in some serious problems in the upcoming years.

13) Learn when to quit. The most emotionally intelligent people I know are great quitters. They know when it's the end of an era.

14) Never disclose your family issues to outsiders. Until and unless a person has proved their loyalty to you year after year only those selected one or two people should know your domestic issues. Anyone else knowing it is like having a good gossip for tea time.

15) Lastly, there are no fucking saviours in real life. You are your own saviour.

[bangtanbeom]

⋆˚࿔ perfect match 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 4

୨♡୧ part one / part two / part three / part four / part five ୨♡୧

pairing: rentalbf!soobin x fem!reader genre: fluff, comedy? (debatable), fake dating au summary: desperate to escape your friends matchmaking, a small lie spirals out of control. soobin—your charming, professional, rental boyfriend—the perfect answer. but what if the hardest part won't be fooling your friends? what if it’s reminding your own heart it's all fake? w/c: ~3.3k warning: not entirely proofread, fluff (might be cringe), an attempt at humor. a/n: LMAO I JUST NOW REALIZED I PUBLISHED THE WRONG DRAFT. i accidentally published a story draft about yeonjun i was working on but i wanted to post this one HAHAH OOPS. i blame the allnighter. taglist: always open! @saccharinezennie | @soobinz-wife | @mental-hollows | @bunniwords | @lonendly | @soobinieswife | @slipawaylrh | @taysfairies

the moment you shuffled into the office, coffee clutched like a lifeline, yeonjun's chair screeched across the floor as he launched himself toward you.

"well?" he planted both hands on your desk, eyes gleaming. "details. now."

you took an obnoxiously long sip of coffee, stalling. "good morning to you too."

yeonjun's grin turned wider—dangerous even. "you didn't text me back last night. which means one of two things." he held up a finger. "one. you were so overwhelmed by fake boyfriend's charm that you collapsed into a puddle of regret and unprofessional yearning." a second finger. "two. you actually had fun and didn't want to admit it.

you choked on your coffee. "or three. i was tired and forgot."

"liar." he swiped your muffin from the desk, taking a big bite. "spill. how was the double date."

you slumped into your chair, rubbing your temples. "it was... fine. beomgyu is a menace. his girlfriend is terrifying. soobin—"

yeonjun's eyebrows shot up, his lips stretching into a teasing grin. "what'd he do? hold your hand? feed you food?"

"oh my god." you buried your face in your hands. "it was practice. we acted like a couple. that's literally the whole point."

yeonjun's smirk softened, just a fraction. "and?"

you hesitated. the truth was, last night hadn't been awful. once you stopped flinching every time soobin touched you, it had almost felt... natural. the way his hand settled on your waist, the stupid little pet names—it was all part of the act.

and then there was tomorrow.

the get-together. your ex. the thought of sitting across from him again, watching his sharp eyes dissect every interaction between you and soobin, made your stomach twist.

you hadn't told anyone the worst of it—how your ex would smile sweetly in public, then snap behind closed doors. how his voice would turn to ice if you dared to disagree with him, or how he'd punch and throw anything he could find whenever something didn't go as he'd wanted to.

and when he cheated—he'd made it sound like your fault.

"you're so distant, what did you expect?"

"hey." yeonjun flicked your forehead. "you're overthinking."

you batted his hand away. "i'm preparing. the dinner is tomorrow, and if i mess up, my ex gets the satisfaction of watching me fail. again."

yeonjun's teasing demeanor faded. "you're not failing. you're rebounding—just you know, with a paid professional."

"ugh," you groaned. "that's not better."

"it's strategic."

he stole another bite of your muffin. "look. you hired soobin because he's good at this. trust him. and for the love of god, stop imagining worst-case scenarios."

you picked at the edge of your desk. "what if my ex sees right through it?"

"then soobin will lie harder. that's his job."

"what if i freeze up?"

"then soobin will thaw you out. probably with something more—a kiss, maybe."

you shot him a glare.

yeonjun sighed, uncharacteristically serious. "listen. you're not the same person you were when your ex left. and tomorrow? you're going to walk in there with a guy who looks at you like you hung the damn moon—fake or not—and your ex is gonna choke on his jealousy." he leaned in, lowering his voice. "and when he tries that manipulative bullshit, soobin won't let it slide. that's the difference."

soobin's car idled at the curb, its sleek black exterior gleaming under the amber glow of the streetlights. the low hum of the engine blended with the murmur of pedestrians. he leaned against the hood one foot propped on the bumper, scrolling through his phone with his free hand tucked into the pocket of his—

oh.

light-wash jeans, just like yours. he'd paired them with a crisp white button-down, sleeves rolled to his elbows. casual, but put-together.

you tugged at your own jeans, suddenly hyper-aware of the matching denim, the bracelet on your wrist, the necklace you'd fiddled with all day.

his head snapped up the second your shoes hit the pavement, his gaze tracking you as you approached. you watched his eyes flicker—over the bracelet, the matching jeans, the way your fingers kept straying to the necklace around your neck—and something unreadable passed over his face.

"wow," he said, pushing himself off the car with a grin. "we do look disgustingly coordinated."

you crossed your arms. "i didn't realize you'd be dressed like this."

"like what?" he gestured down at himself, feigning innocence. "devastatingly handsome?"

"like we planned it." you narrowed your eyes. "did you hack my closet?"

he laughed, shaking his head. "nah. just good instincts." his gaze flicked to your nervous fingers fiddling with your necklace. "you okay?"

"great." you exhaled sharply. "just mentally preparing to face my ex with his new girlfriend while pretending the love of my life—" you gestured at him. "—isn't a paid professional."

soobin's expression softened. he stepped closer, his voice dropping. "hey. look at me."

you did. his eyes were steady, warm.

"i've got you," he said, simple and sure. "no matter what happens in there, i'm not letting him get to you."

something in your chest tightened.

it's just a part of the act, you reminded yourself. but the way he said it—like it was more than that—made you second-guess everything.

you swallowed hard, breaking the eye-contact. "you better be worth the money."

he smirked. "oh i am." he said as he opened the car door for you.

the car smelled different.

the faint scent of coffee that used to linger in the air—from the last time—was now replaced by a faint scent of mint and something sweet, vanilla, his cologne, maybe. the half-empty pack of gum replaced by a new full pack, neatly placed in his car.

somehow, it felt different, not as personal as the last time, like he'd scrubbed away every trace of himself—facade.

everything was a facade.

the realization slithered down your spine. of course he'd erased the traces of practice soobin. tonight wasn't practice. tonight was performance soobin—polished, professional, paid.

the dashboard lights cast a soft blue glow over the console, illuminating the sleek lines of the gearshift and the subtle curve of soobin's knuckles as he tapped the steering wheel. outside, the city blurred past—neon signs, flickering traffic lights, the occasional flash of headlights cutting through the setting evening.

the silence in the car stretched, thick with unspoken tension. you fiddled with the edge of your sleeve, the fabric rough under your fingertips, grounding you in the moment.

soobin's voice cut through the quiet, softer than you expected. "nervous?"

you exhaled sharply, fingers stilling. "is it that obvious?"

soobin's gaze lingered on your fingers, still fidgeting with your bracelet. without a word, he reached over and gently pried your hand away, turning it palm-up in his. his thumb tracing slow circles over the palm of your hand. "you've adjusted your bracelet seven times since we got in the car."

your breath hitched. the warmth of his touch was too real, too steady—but you didn't pull away.

was this also part of the act?

heat creeping up your neck. "obsessive much?"

"professional habit." he smirked, but there was something gentler beneath it. "look, we've practiced. you're good at this."

"at lying?"

"at surviving." his fingers tightened slightly on the wheel. "and for the record? you're not the one who should be nervous tonight?"

you frowned. "what's that supposed to mean?"

soobin's grin widened. "it means your ex is about to watch you move on. and i don't care how 'over it' he claims to be—that always stings."

the certainty in his voice made your breath catch. you studied his profile—the way his lashes cast faint shadows under his eyes, the stubborn set of his mouth. he sounded like he spoke from experience.

the restaurant approached, its glowing sign casting long shadows across the pavement. your stomach lurched.

soobin parked, then turned to you, "last chance to bail. we could fake a car crash. food poisoning. sudden amnesia."

you chuckled softly. "tempting."

"but?"

you shot him a glare. "letting you keep the deposit? never." you said and straightened your posture. "let's go."

soobin's grin was sharp. approving. he stepped out of the car, rounding to your side to open the door for you. as you stood, his hand settled at your lower back—a silent promise.

i'm here.

the warm, garlic air of the restaurant wrapped around you like a familiar blanket as you stepped through the entryway, the laminated menu boards clattering slightly against the wall from the kitchen's bustle. the scent of caramelizing bulgogi and spiced stews mingled with the sharp tang of soju being poured at nearby tables.

your fingers twitched at your side until soobin's palm settled against your lower back—his touch firm through the thin fabric of your blouse, the heat of it seeping into your skin.

then you saw him.

seated at the far table like he belonged there, his arm slung casually over the back of his new girlfriend's chair. the same way he used to sit with you, before his words turned sharp with frustration, his smiles became weapons. he hadn't noticed you yet, too busy tipping his head back to laugh at something jia said, the curve of his throat exposed in the golden light.

an ache bloomed behind your ribs. not longing—just the old, familiar sting of betrayal, the ghost of his voice slithered through your memory.

"it was a mistake, but you pushed me away first."

your nails bit into your palms. why was he still here? why did no one else see how he carved you open and called it love?

soobin leaned down, his breath grazing your ear. "breathe," he murmured, his voice low enough that only you could hear. his fingers softly touching your chin, lifting your face toward his. "eyes on me, not him."

he lowered his hand and rested his hand on your lower back, but the tingling sensation still lingered on your chin where his fingers touched.

you sucked in a breath—just as mina spotted you.

her iced americano sloshed dangerously as she slammed both hands on the wooden tabletop, the metal legs screeching against the floor. "oh my god!" the entire restaurant seemed to pause at her outburst before resuming their meals with amused smiles. "you're finally here."

jia merely smiled, but the way her fingers tightened around her water glass gave away her excitement.

and your ex—his gaze snapped to you, that infuriating smirk already plastered on his face, but when his eyes flicked to soobin, something flickered in his expression. a twitch in his jaw.

soobin's hand slid from your back to your waist, pulling you closer. his voice was warm velvet. "hi, i'm soobin. her boyfriend."

"well," your ex drawled, leaning back in his chair. "aren't you full of surprises?"

the table fell silent. mina's eyes darted between you and soobin like she was watching a tennis match. jia sipped her water, but you didn't miss the way her foot tapped impatiently under the table.

the word boyfriend landed like a grenade.

jia's eyebrows shot up. your ex's girlfriend offered a sweet smile.

mina squealed. "you—he—you!" she pointed wildly between you and soobin. "you didn't tell us he was this hot!"

you groaned, cheeks burning. "mina, please—"

"no, no, she's right," jia said, lips twitching. "you undersold him."

soobin smirked, leaning in just slightly—close enough that his breath brushed your ear. "should i be offended?" he murmured.

"don't let it get to your head." the elbow you aimed at his ribs only made him laugh, the sound rich and warm like honey.

your ex's smirked, but his knuckles whitened around his chopsticks. "interesting. how long has this been going on?"

"two months," you said smoothly, reaching for soobin's free hand. his fingers laced through yours, warm and safe. liar, his grip seemed to say. but i've got you.

your ex's gaze dropped to your joined hands. "funny. you never mentioned him before."

soobin pulled out your chair for you—smooth, practiced—before sliding into the seat beside you. his knee brushed yours under the table, warm and grounding.

"funny," you countered, "how you never mentioned her until after i caught you."

the tension at the table stretched. mina's eyes widened while jia choked on her water.

then your ex laughed, sharp and shallow. "still holding onto that? move on, babe."

the old pet name slithered under your skin. babe. the same word he'd hissed through his teeth the night he threw a glass against the wall because you'd dared to question him.

but before you could flinch. soobin's hand covered yours, his thumb pressing into your pulse point—a silent counter to the rhythm of your racing heart. "she has," he said, smiling like he knew a secret. "she has me now."

"so..." mina leaned forward, trying to break the tension. "details. now. how did you two meet?" she asked, her eyes gleaming.

you opened your mouth, but soobin beat you to it.

"we fought over a book," he said grinning.

"a book?" mina shrieked. "that's so cute."

"she elbowed me out of the way," soobin added, nudging your shoulder.

"i did not!" you protested, but he just smirked.

"you absolutely did."

mina clutched her cheeks. "this is the best love story i've ever heard."

jia tilted her head. "what's your job, are you a model?"

soobin laughed, the sound warm and gentle. "i'm a graphic designer," soobin answered easily, his fingers lacing with yours on the table. a show of affection, a calculated move. but his thumb brushed your knuckles—soft, reassuring.

"and you've been keeping him a secret?" mina gasped. "unforgivable."

you laughed, nerves easing steadily. "we wanted to take it slow."

"slow?" mina scoffed. "look at him. i would've married him on sight."

soobin laughed—warm, rich, the kind of laugh that made people turn their heads. "i like your friends," he murmured to you, his shoulders bumping yours, it felt alarmingly easy—maybe a little too easy.

you rolled your eyes yet the chuckle that escaped from your lips betrayed you.

"soobin," your ex said, putting down his beer after taking a sip. "how'd you win her over? she's... particular."

soobin didn't miss a beat. he turned to you, his expression softening in a way that made your stomach flip. "she elbowed me for a book. how could i resist?"

mina sighed dreamily. your ex's smile tightened.

and you—you almost forgot it was all an act.

until your ex's girlfriend leaned forward. "you're so cute together! can i see a couple photo?"

shit.

you stiffened. you and soobin had rehearsed touches, backstories, pet names—but not this.

but soobin just chuckled, pulling out his phone. "of course." he tilted the screen toward you and there it was—a selfie from your 'date' at the bookstore, his cheek pressed to yours while your eyes were closed, your noses scrunched in laughter.

when had he taken that?

"adorable," the girls cooed.

soobin grinned, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "i got lucky."

the table buzzed with laughter, the clatter of chopsticks against the plates, the warm hum of conversation. you were halfway through your bulgogi when your ex leaned forward, his smirk sharp enough to cut glass.

"so, soobin," he said, swirling his soju glass lazily. "you must have the patience of a saint. she's not exactly the easiest to date."

the words slithered under your skin, familiar and venomous. your fingers tightened around your chopsticks, knuckles whitening—

then, warmth.

soobin's hand settled on your knee under the table, his palm broad and steady, his thumb tracing a slow, soothing circle against the inside of your thigh. not possessive, not performative—just there. a silent i see you, lean on me.

you exhaled, your shoulders loosening by degrees.

when you dared to glance at him, soobin wasn't even looking at you. he was smiling at your ex, easy and unbothered, as if his hand wasn't burning a brand into your skin.

"i disagree," soobin said, his voice light. "i've only ever found her... effortless."

his fingers squeezed once—gentle, grounding—before retreating, but the heat of his touch lingered long after, a phantom weight that left your pulse fluttering like a trapped bird.

you were halfway through your meal when soobin leaned over, his chopsticks hovering near your plate.

"can i try that?" he asked, nodding toward your food.

you nodded, but before you could push the plate toward him, he plucked a strand of noodles directly from your bowl.

"hey—" you started, but he was already lifting it toward your lips instead of his own.

"open up," he teased, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

rolling your eyes, you obliged—but the moment your lips closed around the bite, his fingers lingered. the pad of his thumb brushed your lower lip, just a second too long, too long it seemed almost intentional.

your breath hitched.

soobin's gaze flickered down to your mouth, then back up—slow, deliberate. a silent question hung between you, one you weren't sure how to answer.

neither of you pulled away.

mina gasped. "oh my god,"

the spell broke.

soobin leaned back, smirking, but his fingers flexed slightly—like he was resisting the urge to reach for you again.

the restaurant hummed with laughter and clinking glasses. the interrogation from mina and jia, catching up with some other friends, the occasional back-handed comments from your ex while his girlfriend was staring at soobin.

you needed air.

excusing yourself, you slipped away to the bathroom, the chatter fading behind you. the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as you splashed cold water onto your face, staring at your reflection.

a sigh escaping from your lips, your eyes tracing every detail in your reflection.

just a little longer.

then you stepped into the hallway—

the hallway air turned to syrup as your ex cornered you, his familiar cologne suddenly suffocating.

"two months?" his laugh was like a knife dragged along your ribs. "you expect me to believe you just happened to move on that fast?" he jerked his chin toward the dining room where the others sat.

your fingers found the cold tile wall behind you. "some of us don't need years to recognize something real."

his smile died. that's when the door swung open.

soobin filled the doorway like a storm rolling in, his dress shirt sleeves shoved up to his elbows, revealing the tense cord of his forearms. he didn't speak. didn't need to. the way he looked at your ex—like he was measuring the distance to break his nose—made your breath catch.

"problem?" soobin's voice was dangerously quiet.

your ex stepped back, hands raised in mock surrender. "just catching up with an old friend." the word dripped venom.

one moment soobin was in the doorway. the next, his palm cradled your cheek, his other arm bracing against the wall behind you, caging you in—not trapping, but sheltering. his body radiated heat, his breath brushed your lips.

his eyes searched yours—was it concern? possession? pity?

your heart slammed against your ribs. your world narrowed to the space between you, to the smooth pads of his fingers at your jaw, the warmth of his breath on your skin, the fragile tremble in his hand.

his gaze flicked to your lips. you didn't think. you couldn't.

you reached up and answered by fisting your hands in his shirt.

the kiss ruined you.

it wasn't careful. it wasn't clean—not like his usual professional behavior. his lips met yours in a crush—urgent, clumsy, real.

his hand slid into your hair, tilting your head just enough to deepen it, and then his other arm wrapped around your waist, hauling you closer like he couldn't stand even an inch between you. his chest pressed against yours, and you felt it—felt him—his heart hammering just as wildly.

your mind spun, trying to make sense of it. this wasn't in the script. this wasn't a scene you'd rehearsed.

was the kiss even necessary?—why did you give in?

and god, the way his teeth caught your bottom lip like he'd been thinking about it, dreaming about it—

you were drowning in it.

a part of you kept screaming stop, this is too much, this isn't pretend anymore, but your body refused to listen. his hands on your back trembled. his mouth gentled for a fraction of a second, like he was pulling back—

then the hallway door creaked open.

"oh my god."

mina's shriek stabbed through the haze. you tore away like you'd both been caught stealing something sacred.

soobin didn't step back—he just rested his forehead against yours his chest heaving. you stared at each other, too close, too exposed, his thumb brushed your cheek, a whisper of a touch.

behind him, your ex stood frozen, the blood drained from his face, dragging his feet across the floor, walking behind mina, both of them exiting the hallway.

your fingers trembled where they still clutched soobin's waistband. the daze in his eyes—like he'd just realized something—sent your heart into a freefall.

the silence was deafening.

"sorry," soobin murmured. "that, wasn't part of the plan."

you swallowed hard. "no. it wasn't"

his thumb brushed your cheekbone again, slow questioning. "did i—" he hesitated. "was that okay?"

your pulse stuttered.

was it okay?

୨♡୧ part one / part two / part three / part four / part five ୨♡୧

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[saksukei]

subtle things captain john price does for you

masterlist | simon ghost riley version

captain price always promised himself to not have favorites. but all of that changes when you’re recruited by the task force. it's only then that john realizes he might not be that good at keeping promises after all. he conceals it well but let’s be real, he’s not fooling anyone.

a firm believer of acts of service as the best way of expressing his pent up emotions (he feels like he’s gonna die before ever confessing). so he’ll do such nice things. from letting you sleep in his bed, to taking first watch, to ensuring that you’re always comfortable, well fed and warm. he also offered you his cigar once and had a laughing fit when you choked as he pat your back.

after mission celebrations at a local bar, he has absolutely cute drunk pictures/blurry selfies of the entire crew which he later looks at smiles. he will absolutely escort you home, let you sleep on his shoulder and even carry you. “need help getting up?” prays you don’t remember it in the morning.

ALWAYS looks to you for approval. he doesn’t care if there are more decorated people present in the room, he’ll always look at you as if it’s just you and him. “you’re with me, yeah?” and he listens to your suggestions more than others. any time he has something mischievous up his sleeve, he looks at you with a smirk, head tilting because he knows you’ll read him.

he feels so protective over you. during missions, always checks where you are, what you’re doing. god forbid if anyone let’s him know that you’re in harm's way, he will claw his way out of hell if he has to, to get to you. “you alright?” you’re the first person he visits after the missions are over. “what’s wrong?” he asks, softly, his head tilting in your direction, eyes full of concern.

he enjoys your presence so much, especially if you and him are working in the same office. he feels at peace having you near him. he occasionally offers you tea and shares a sarcastic quip here and there, ensuring that the atmosphere is comfortable. he also loves it when you just talk. you have all of his attention and he picks on so many details about you that he tucks away to think about later. (cannot stand to see you upset because it makes him upset).

when it comes to you, his memory is so incredibly sharp. can easily remember your likes, dislikes, stories of your childhood, everything. he has you committed to memory and he can absolutely figure it out when something’s out of place. “nice haircut. it suits you.”

when it comes to training, he enjoys gun fights so much!! and he’s so smug about it too. “i know you can do better than this.” to “thought you were skilled enough to take on me?” also coaches you side by side because like hell is he gonna take a risk when it comes to you. “knew you could do it” he remarks, a grin on his face.

he’s your biggest supporter and it’s very evident. from him saying, “good job” on comms to “i’m proud of you” and the one time he accidentally let “that’s my girl” slip. simon snickered because he knew captain had such a soft spot for you.

[punksyeet]

- I Hate You, I Love You ❥

Plot: “Will I ever be happy again?”

Warning: Mature language, toxicity, heartbreak, & angst!

a/n: for some reason, i’ve been super motivated to write jimmy lately. this doesn’t happen a lot, so i’m taking advantage of it while it lasts. this is sad and super short, but i promise there will be a much longer part two. this is kinda just the backstory….if that makes sense??? enjoy. 🤍

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May 29th, 2025.

Exactly a year ago today, I felt the most pain I’ve ever experienced in my life.

I got cheated on by the one man that I loved the most in this world: Jonathan Fatu.

You’d think that a guy at his big age would be loyal by the time your three year anniversary rolls around, but nope.

Just hours after he kissed me goodbye and drove off to do a house show here in Florida, I got a text.

And, as you can probably guess, it was a photo.

A photo of the man I loved making out with some weak, zero-pop having bitch from NXT.

When I tell you my heart shattered.

And when I confronted him about it? He turned into an entirely new person. Someone I’ve never met before. And sure as hell not the man I loved and gave my heart to.

Just bullshit lie after bullshit lie.

“What the fuck you goin’ on about?”

“Baby, that wasn’t me. You forgettin’ I have a twin?”

“Ion even know her like that.”

“I ain’t got time to be kissin’ on some damn NXT hoe.”

And when I called him out on said bullshit lies?

“Nah, you trippin’ girl.”

“You ain’t gotta believe me. Ion give a fuck.”

“I’m leavin’ this damn house. Fuck her and you.”

And he did.

He never came back.

Since the minute that door closed, I haven’t been the same.

No more weekend partying with my girlfriends, who haven’t reached out in months due to me never answering my phone.

No more wrestling shows, which I found a ton of joy in while watching my ex compete in and dominate the tag division with his brother Josh.

I haven’t even shown up to my job which, coincidentally, is a photographer for WWE that he got me.

To sum it up, life has been absolute hell since he walked out of my front door. Of our front door.

I’d never admit it to anyone, but my stupid ass misses him. A lot.

Behind the toxicity, there was love. Real, genuine love.

Surprise and “just because” dinner dates.

Flower bouquets being either sent or brought home to me every night because he “appreciated my support always”.

Late night discussions - both in person and over the phone - about getting married and growing old together.

Making love to me whenever he saw me after days of being apart. Not just sex. Making love.

And now? Nothing.

It feels like the world around me is just dull.

And without him it’ll never go back to normal.

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** Jon’s POV **

“Uce, you alright?” my twin Josh asks, fixing his hair with a spray bottle in the mirror of our locker room.

I let out a deep sigh, running a hand down my face and resting my elbows on my knees. “Yeah. I’m alright, man.”

“No you ain’t,” he replies, taking a seat next to me on our sofa. “You missin’ her again, huh?”

Why do I even bother lying to this fool?

He knows me better than anyone.

When I don’t answer, he continues.

“Why don’t you go see her after the show? Just one more time? One last time to try and make shit right?”

I chew on my bottom lip, thinking for a minute.

Today marks a year since the worst mistake of my life.

The day I betrayed my lady.

The one woman that cared about me and showed me genuine love in this entire fucked up world.

She was my everything. And I was hers.

Up until a couple months ago, when I finally read the room and realized she wanted nothing to do with me, I been acting a fool.

Endless texts, calls, random bouquets to her house, hell even emails.

Nothing.

And I don’t blame her.

Maybe Josh is right.

I need to try. Just one last time.

I nod, slowly. “I’ll try, uce.”

He claps me on the back and leaves our room, shutting the door behind him.

I let out a deep sigh before getting up and heading over to the mirror to get ready for our match.

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“Hey mom,” I say, placing my phone down against a candle on my kitchen island.

“Hey baby doll. How are you doing?”

I sigh, shrugging slightly. “I’m alive.”

She gives me an empathetic smile. “Damn right you are. And I’m proud of you, honey.”

When I show no reaction, she continues.

“I know this is a rough day for you, and this might not be what you want to hear…”

I take a deep breath, one that she can’t hear.

“But sweetie, you need to move on. If that man loved you, he would’ve never done what he did. And you know it.”

My nostrils flare and I blink back a singular tear.

“Honey?”

I shake my head, tucking my lips in.

I can’t have this talk with her. Not now. Not today.

“I have to go, mom.”

“Gia-“

The sound of a FaceTime call hanging up echoes throughout my kitchen.

And shortly after, I break down.

With all the force in the world, I swing at a glass filled with water and it flies across the room, eventually smashing against the refrigerator and to the floor.

Why the fuck did he have to hurt me this way?

I’ve only ever shown him love. What did I do to deserve this?

Back against the wall, I slide down and tuck my face into my knees.

Will I ever be happy again?

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[doitforbangchan]

La petit mort - K.S

Pairing: Non-idol!Seungmin x reader

Warnings: Afab/fem reader, smut, death. im keeping this vague for the mystery aspect- read at your own risk. Not proofread :)

WC: 4.9k

Happy Halloween yall 🎃 masterlist

“Have you seen the news?” 

“I heard they found the body in the river.” 

“The cops are saying there's a serial killer on the loose.” 

“Another victim was found behind a dumpster all mangled.” 

“Each one is more violent and gory than the rest.”

Everywhere you turned someone was talking about the recent string of murders in your area. For weeks all anyone could talk about was this supposed ‘serial killer’, and after a fifth body was found last night the mania has only increased. Even here at work it was inescapable. The scariest part though, was that you recognized a few of the victims. Not very personally, but you had mingled with them and even flirted with one. And now they were dead. 

“Hey y/n?” 

You jumped as your thoughts were broken and your eyes tore away from your computer screen. Behind you leaning against the opening of your cubicle was your coworker and newly made friend Seungmin. 

“Seung, you scared me!” You scrunched your face at him, then flipped him off when he laughs. 

He brought his hands up and wiggled his fingers at you, “Scared I’m gonna get you like that killer? Ooooo better watch out!” 

You rolled your eyes, “You know, each victim so far has been a man so I think you’re the one who better watch out or you're gonna be next.” You teased him with a giggle.

Seungmin had started working for your company a few months ago, first as a temp then he was hired on as a full company employee. You were both fast friends since you both liked to poke fun. What had started as him teasing you about the Kuromi calendar on your cubicle wall turned into a wonderful friendship and dare you say- a flirtationship. 

“As if.” He scoffed. “I’m not stupid enough to get caught by someone like that.” 

You hummed, “Hm, could’a fooled me.” He scowled at you, causing you to laugh. 

“Well I was gonna invite you to a show tonight, but if you’re gonna be an ass then forget it.” 

“A show? Who’s playing?” You inquired, your interest now peaked. 

Seungmins lips curled into a sinister smirk, “No one important.. Just 3Racha.” 

“No way!” You shot out of your seat in excitement. The shit eating grin on his face told you he was serious. “Ahh Seung!” You launched yourself at him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You had told him many times how much you loved the group and would love to see them live.

“I don’t know why you’re getting so excited, I revoked my invitation, remember?” His tone was light but still sassy as he jested and hugged you back. 

“Nope! You put it out into the universe, you can’t take it back!” You squealed and hugged him tighter, then remembered you were still at work and had to act in a more professional manner. You released him quickly and took a step back, your face flush with embarrassment as you cleared your throat. “I mean, it sounds like a good time.” 

Seungmin chuckled at your cute change of attitude. “They’re playing at that new venue across town, the small one with the bar. S’ not much but I figured you’d wanna go.” He shrugged in nonchalance. “I can uh, pick you up if you want.” 

You nodded enthusiastically, a bright smile on your face. “That would be great!” 

“Awesome.” He rubbed the back of his neck as if he was suddenly feeling sheepish, a faint pink creeping up his ears. “It’s a date then.” 

The rest of the work day went by so slowly, the hours passing by at a snail's pace making you want to pull your hair out. You weren’t just excited for the concert but to go out with Seungmin. On a date. A real date. So far you had only hung out as friends, usually with at least another person from your friend group so this was a brand new experience. And you were beyond nervous and excited. 

You had worked out the details together before you had gone home to change, deciding you would get there a few minutes early to get a drink or two before it started. After getting home you took a quick shower, then put on a pair of black ripped jeans that hugged your ass just right and a maroon colored corset crop top. Adding a red lip and a smokey eye to complete the look. You hoped Seungmin would like it, you really wanted to impress him tonight. 

At exactly 8:00 there was a knock at your door. You slipped on your sneakers and opened the door. Seungmin was leaning after your doorframe with his hands in his pockets and a grin on his face. He was wearing a black t-shirt and dark wash jeans and boots, looking both comfortable and stylish at the same time. And so so hot. 

His eyes raked over your form, making you mildly self conscious. “What are you looking at?” You said playfully to get his attention off your body. 

His eyes snapped to yours, then they rolled at you, “God forbid I appreciate the outfit you clearly put some effort into. You look great, by the way.. For a gremlin.” 

You smacked his arm making him laugh, then you lightly shoved him away so you could lock your door. “Says the troll.” 

He leads you down to his car and even opens the door for you, making you secretly swoon. The drive over to the venue was nice, he played songs from 3Rachas latest album getting you both pumped for the performance. 

The venue was small, more like a hole in the wall club with a stage in it, but it had a tiny outside area with a fire pit. Luckily it wasn’t that packed yet and the two of you were able to get to the bar pretty quickly. Seungmin paid for your drink no matter how much you had insisted since he had gotten your ticket. 

As Seungmin was talking to the bartender about what drinks you wanted you felt a body come up next to you and lean on the bar. “Hey there, gorgeous. Can I buy you a drink?” 

You looked over to see a decently good looking guy, giving you a flirty look. You shook your head with a polite smile, “No thank yo-” 

“Her boyfriend already bought her one.” Seungmins voice was a borderline growl from behind you. Your head swiveled around to see him glaring at the guy. “Get fucking lost.” 

“Seung..” You said quietly. 

The man put his hands up in defense, “My bad bro, didn’t know. Just trying to shoot my shot.” 

“Well shoot your shot on someone else.” Seungmin handed you your drink then led you away from the bar and towards the stage area. 

“What was that?” You asked in a hushed tone. “Why did you get so hostile?” 

“That guy is a fucking creep, he looked at you like you were a piece of meat.” He sneered, “You don’t need that shit.” He seemed to sense how his change in temperament made you nervous so he dialed it down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be so possessive. I just didn’t like his vibe, it was gross.” 

You placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned into him slightly, “I wasn’t expecting it, is all. And I definitely didn’t expect you to say my boyfriend bought me a drink.”

 He was lucky it was dark or you would have seen how flushed he became. “I uh -well I mean- uhh.” You had never seen him so tongue tied and it was both alarming and adorable at the same time. 

With a coo you reached up and pinched his cheek. “Aw Seung, it’s ok no need to get flustered, you can be my boyfriend if you want too. ” Seung swatted your hand away and scowled at you slightly. “No I’m serious, I do really like you and would love to have you as my boyfriend, Minnie.”

 He broke into a giddy grin. “I mean, since you're practically begging I guess I could be your boyfriend.” You rolled your eyes and reached up and gave his arm a swift pinch. “Ow! I see how it is, you weasel your way into my life then you abuse me? That’s just cruel.” Seungmin couldn’t help but break character at the end and let out a laugh, then pulled you into his arms. 

You hugged him in return. Just as you were about to lean up and kiss him the lights in the room dimmed and the stage lights turned on. You spun around quickly to see the group run on stage. You let out a squeal and grabbed Seungmins hand. This was going to be a night you would never forget! 

It was a little over an hour into the show now. You were dancing and singing along to each song, the drink in your system making you feel extra good. Seung had been beside you bopping along and laughing at your joyful antics. 

“Hey, I’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick.” He leaned in and spoke in your ear. You nodded, giving him a thumbs up. “Do not go anywhere, stay right here please.” He added, his eyes giving you a serious stare. 

“I promise I’ll stay right here.” You kissed his cheek then looked back at the stage. He gave you a pleased smile and left you to your devices. 

It was about 15 minutes later that he returned to you. “Sorry, those lines are long. Did I miss anything good?” 

“Duh it’s all good!” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck as a slower beat started to play. “But you made it back for my favorite song, sooo I can’t be upset.” He placed his hands on your hips, pulling your body flush against him. Being this close you could see a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead, “are you alright, Min? You look a little.. Off.” 

He shook his head, dismissing your concerns. “Yeah I’m good, s’ just hot in here, there's a lot of people in here.” 

You nodded in understanding. “Well I hope you’re not too hot for a dance?” 

He smirked down at you, “For you? Never too hot.” 

He suddenly twirled you around, making you giggle then he pulled you back into him, his hand in yours. No one else around you was dancing like this, they were all jumping around or being crazy, and it made it feel extra romantic- that it was like the two of you were in your own little world. 

You both swayed together as you looked up at him taking note of all his handsome features. With a bated breath, giving him time to pull away if he wanted, you leaned up slowly and gave him a chaste kiss to his lips. 

With a deep flush to your face you gave him a shy smile. Before you could say anything he grabbed your face and pulled you into a deep kiss. You let out a gasp of surprise then melted into him, letting him run his tongue along your bottom lip. 

You put your hand on his chest as you tasted his mouth, the light lingering taste of his beer making this even sweeter. Now you were certain that tonight was special. You hadn’t had this much fun or been this enamored in a very long time. It was perfect. 

A loud blood curdling scream brought you out of your dreamlike state, making you quickly jump away from Seungmin. 

“THERE’S A BODY IN THE ALLEYWAY”

“HELP! HE’S DEAD OH MY GOD HE’S DEAD!” 

Someone screamed, causing a massive panic to spread over the crowd. Seungmin grabbed your hand before you could even react, yanking you towards the exit. “Time to go.” He said while maneuvering you both around the clusters of people.  

You could hear another person yell out, “SOMEONE CALL THE POLICE!” 

“What the fuck is going on?” You questioned as you went out the exit, your eyes were wild as they flickered to Seungmin in terror. 

“I don’t know, but we’re not sticking around to find out.” He answered, remaining steadfast on getting you both the fuck out of there. 

“Seung..” You clung to him as you entered the parking lot. You could faintly hear the sound of approaching sirens, as someone must have immediately called the police. “I’m scared.” You couldn’t hide the tremble in your voice, “What- what if it’s that serial killer? Oh my god, what if they were there with us?” 

“Y/n, I would never let anything happen to you. I will always protect you.” There was no amusement in his voice as he spoke to you, leading you to the car and opening your door. He leaned in and buckled your shaking form, then rested a hand on your face again making you look at him. “Hey, I’m serious. I will keep you safe. Do you trust me?”

With a shaky breath you nodded, “Yes, I trust you.” 

“Good. Now let me keep you safe by getting the fuck out of here.” 

He climbed into the driver's seat, starting the car and swiftly driving away. Seungmin offered to drive you home but you really did not want to go back there alone and his house was closer. He took you to his place, keeping an arm wrapped around you the whole time as he unlocked his door until it was closed and locked again. 

His house was small, and looking around it was very clean. Borderline too clean. As if it was barely even lived in. Odd, but maybe he just liked his place to be really tidy. 

Seungmin led you to the couch, sitting you down. “I’ll grab you some water, help you sober up a little bit.” 

You nodded and leaned back into the cushions. A minute later he returned with a glass for you. You accepted it with a quiet thank you, taking a much needed sip. It was then that you looked at the clock on the wall and noticed how late it had gotten. 

“Oh shit I didn’t realize it was already almost midnight. I should call an uber or something to take me home.” You took out your phone but it was lowered by Seungs hand. 

“You can stay here if you want. It’s already really late and after everything that happened I don’t think I’d trust a rando to take you home.” 

Thinking about it you came to the conclusion that he was right and you also did not want to spend your night alone. “Ok, only if you don’t mind.” 

“Of course I don’t mind. You’re my girlfriend now after all, you can stay whenever you want.” He smiled warmly then offered you his hand. “Come on, I’ll get you some pjs.” 

His room was a little messier, with his bed not neatly made and a few plants by the window. Seungmin opened his dresser and grabbed some sweats and a baggy shirt, handing them to you. You thanked him and without even thinking about you began stripping. Or maybe you thought about it a little bit, glancing at him when you pulled down your pants to see him gulp then awkwardly avert his eyes. 

After you were dressed in the pjs you threw yourself at his bed, then opened your arms as an invitation for him to join you. He threw his own sweats on and took off his shirt, giving you a quick view of his broad chest. 

Ever since you had met him you had thought Seungmin was cute- sexy even- to an extreme degree. But seeing him tonight revved that up to a hundred. The way he had gotten you out of danger and brought you to safety, how he had stayed calm and collected during the chaos.. He was like your knight in shining armor, and you wanted to thank him personally. 

Seungmin climbed in with a snicker after turning off the light, letting you wrap around him before he pulled the blankets over both your forms. After adjusting to have you resting upon his chest he let out a deep sigh of content. 

“Are you alright, Seung?” You whispered into the darkness after hearing his sigh. You let your hand rest atop his chest, running softly along his skin. 

“More than alright, babe.” He answered then kissed the top of your head. “What about you? That shit was pretty traumatic.” 

You nodded, “Yeah, m’ alright. Happy to be here with you.” You then poked him in the chest, “Don’t let it get to your head though!”

His chest rumbled from his deep chuckles at your antics, “Never.” The hand you had on him very slowly moved down to his stomach, tracing the light trail of hair and making his breath lighty hitch. “What are you up to, little devil?” 

“Nothin,” your answer was coy as you continued to lower your hand, “Just wanted to.. Thank you for keeping me safe tonight.” 

“Oh yeah?” The smirk on his lips was incredibly clear in his voice. One of his own hands came up to pet along the side of your thigh. “Thank me how?” 

Finally you made your way to the front of his sweats, feeling his bulge that was steadily growing under your touch. You kissed his neck tenderly as you palmed him, his whine and buck of his hips giving you the confirmation you needed that he wanted you to touch him just as much as you wanted to give it to him. 

“Nnngh, so that’s how. Alright sweetheart, you can thank me in any way you want.” He groaned slightly, the husk in his voice causing a flood in your own underwear. 

With tentative movements you pulled the band of his sweats down his thighs until his member was released. The man let out a slight hiss when your hand made contact with his now bare skin. From what you could tell by feeling alone he was big. Big enough that you couldn’t even fully wrap your fingers around him. You briefly wondered if that would even fit inside of you. 

“That’a girl. Go ahead and rub the tip fo’ me.” You did as he requested, your thumb running over the slit on his tip and collecting the precum that was beginning to leak out and using it as lubricant on his dick. “Fuck, that’s it baby.” 

Seungmins fingers traveled from your thigh to your own covered center, giving you a quick circle motion over the bottoms then diving his hand into them, finding your now drenched core. “Mm, Seung.” You whined when his fingers expertly found your clit. 

“Jesus christ you're so wet. What made you so sopping, honey? You like using your hand to get me off, hmm?” He had a bite to his voice that was both teasing and dominating that made you flood even further. As if he could feel it he commented, “ Fuck you do like it don’t you? Bet you like my own fingers buried in your sweet cunt too huh?” Then he shoved two long digits into you, making your hips buck into him and a wanton moan escaped you. 

With a rapid nod you clenched down on his fingers, “Uh huh, so good Seung.” 

“I know love, I know. But you know what would feel even better?” 

“Hmm?” 

“Let me put my cock in you instead of my fingers.”

 You clenched down on him again at the suggestion, “Yes please. Want it.” As soon as the words left your lips you were suddenly thrown onto your back with your head bouncing off his pillow, a gasp of surprise leaving your lips. The sheets were torn off of the both of you and your bottoms were yanked down and off your legs as well, until your lower half was completely bared to him. 

He climbed on top of you and crashed his mouth against yours, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip making you squeal from the small burst of pain. You could feel him lineup his member with your hole, his tip going to push into you slowly. 

Your back arched at the intrusion. You were right, he was big. So big that you could feel your walls squeezing the life out of him as he stretched you out. “Seuunnggmiiinn oh my gooooood.” You cried into his neck as he fully seated himself inside of you.

“Fuck babe, you’re so fucking tight, you might just squeeze my dick off if you don’t relax.” Seungmin groaned, the bliss clearly overtaking him as he tried not to move too much and let you adjust. After a few moments you started to get used to his size within you and began to relax a little. “There we go, sweet thing. Imma move now, alright?” 

“Mmhmm.” 

With your go ahead he slowly started thrusting into you. You could feel each drag of his thickness against your walls, the sensation making you throw your head back in pleasure, your eyes half open and watery. Holding himself up with one arm he used the other to rub harsh figure eights on your sensitive nub that resides between you.

“God your so fucking beautiful.” He moaned, “Can’t believe I have the most perfect woman in my bed and that you're all mine.” He picked up his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping together filling the room. “M’ never letting you go. Not now that I have you. Never.” 

His words should have been alarming and at any other time they would have made you question what he meant- but your brain was turning to mush due to the intense amount of pleasure he was giving you. You could barely remember your own name nevermind the nonsense he was spewing. 

You could feel the dam within you about to break, your high about to crash over you. “S-seungminnie, I’m gonna- gonna cum.” 

“Do it. Cum all over my cock, baby. Give it to me now.” 

With a scream you came, the band snapping and giving way to euphoria, his name a jumbled mess as you clung to him and shook. “Min- Seung- minnie oh my god, nnghhh.” 

“Mmmm, good girl, feels so fucking good. Gonna cum, gonna fill you up and make you mine. Gonna pump you full.” He practically growled and put his face into your neck, sucking harsh dark marks onto your skin as a show of ownership. There was a sudden hotness that shot inside of you, coating your insides with his white essence. It was a good thing you were on birth control or you were sure that you would have gotten pregnant. 

Seungmin trembled as he finished giving you his load, his arms threatening to give out as he lowered his body to rest atop you. The sweaty man laid gentle kisses on your now marred skin, the softness being a great comfort for you. 

After a few moments he rolled off of you, curling you up into his side. You were so exhausted that as soon as he had exited you you had begun to drift off into a deep slumber, nuzzling into him until darkness took you. 

You were awoken by the sun shining through the windows the next morning. Blearily opening your eyes you looked around your surroundings, seeing you were still in Seungmins bed and you were still very naked. A heat rushed to your face when you remembered what you had done last night, a giddiness filling you. The man was beside you, snoring quietly as he kept sleeping. 

As much as you wanted to cuddle him and go back to sleep you could feel the remnants of your naughty activities coating your lower region. With a sigh you swung your legs over the edge, grabbing the fallen sweats and slipping them on. You noticed your phone on the nightstand and grabbed it on your way to the bathroom. You decided to go out into the hall bathroom as to not wake up Seungmin. 

While you were doing your business you opened your social media. As you were scrolling you came upon the news report for what happened at the venue last night. Curiosity got the better of you so you clicked on the link.

 Immediate shock filled you as you read the article. There was a picture of the victim from last night, and a deep chill rocked you when you saw that it was the man who offered to buy you a drink that had been murdered. According to the report his face was bashed in against a brick wall until his head had become mush. 

You were so engrossed and mortified by the article that when you left the bathroom you hadn’t noticed you opened the wrong door, and instead of going back into Seungmins room you found yourself in an entirely different room. 

A gasp of horror left you when you took in the contents of the new room. Along the walls were pictures of men- not just any men but all of the victims of the serial killer. Next to their face pictures were cut outs from news articles about their murders and graphic photographs of the crime. 

What the actual fuck is this? Why would he have all this?

Your eyes scanned the contents, seeing laid out maps of homes and locations. There was a deafening beating within your chest as your brain ran a million miles a second, trying to figure out just what you were seeing. With shaking legs you backed out of the dark room, not realizing you were no longer alone until your back met a sturdy chest. 

You spun around to find his hard stare, your own eyes wide with fright.

“You weren’t supposed to find this.” Seungmin spoke lowly, a sternness in his tone that sent shivers down your spine.

“S-seungmin, I-i don't understand, what is all of this?” You tried to back away from him but he grabbed you by your arms before you could, his fingers digging roughly into you making you wince. “Ow, Seungmin let me go.”

“I can’t. Don’t you see I can’t let you go? Not now when I have you. After everything I did for you, I can never let you go.”

Pure fright was the only thing that filled you as you came to realize exactly what he meant.

“Seungmin.. What did you do?” 

His face never changed as he yanked you to him forcefully, his nails threatening to leave bloody crescents from how hard he gripped you. You tried to swing your arms to get him off of you but he was too strong, pinning your arms down and shoving you vehemently down the hall until he reached another room you had never been. 

Seungmin swiftly opened the door then using his strength he shoved you into the room, your body falling to the hard floor. He closed it behind him quickly, his dark orbs trained on you. 

You were crying now, salty tears steadily streaming down your face. With a coo Seungmin crouched in front of you, reaching his hand out to wipe your tears. You shuffled back away from him, trying to create as much distance between you as possible. 

Seungmin sighed in frustration and stood up again. He began pacing and pulling at his hair, “I should have known you would have a bad reaction. I should have waited before bringing you here. But fuck I just couldn’t help myself. Stupid, I’m so fucking stupid.” 

“I- I don’t.. Seungmin what is going on?” You were practically begging for answers. 

“They had to go.” He said simply. “Each one of them was a threat to you- to us. I just knew if I let them live they would pursue you. They’d try to put their slimy disgusting hands on you, touch you as if they owned you. No, no I would- could never let that happen.” He crouched again, invading your space making you squeal and turn your head away. He grabbed your face and forcibly turned your head to face him. “You belong with me, not with them.” 

You tried to shake your head but his grip didn’t let you. “Seungmin.. This is insane. Yo-you can’t just kill someone because they talked to me.” 

A borderline evil smirk overtook his face, “But that’s the thing, I can. And I did. For you.” He leaned in closer so your noses were touching. Your whole body was shaking in complete fear. You couldn’t believe that the man you were falling for was a serial killer. That the playful, sassy man who danced with you and played smash bros could possibly be this twisted and lethal. 

His next words instilled terror in you that would stay with you for as long as you lived. 

“Everything I do is for you. But don’t worry, babe. Now that I have you here safe with me I don’t need to kill anyone else. Because no one is ever going to come near you again. It’ll be just you and I forever.” 

The deep pit within you told you exactly what he meant; you were never leaving here. He was going to keep you trapped in his web until your last breath. 

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[nikkeora]

e-42!Miles Morales headcanons (fluff) ㅡ

Okay, so, I've seen a lot of people headcanon that Miles is going to buy you anything and everything you even look at

but while that's fine because they're headcanons, let me remind you the boy is 16. He's not gonna be walking into Gucci and buying everything off the displays like a webtoon.

That being said, if he has a little extra cash he'll most likely spend it on you.

I'm talking little meaningful things though. Flowers, books, little trinkets that reminded him of you and such,

if your hobby needs supplies, he'll discreetly scan your stock when he's over and get you a refill of whatever you're low on.

He also cherishes whatever you gift to him and refuses to throw anything from you away.

Like once, you got the both of you matching shoes. They've been his favorite pair ever since.

And also dates.

Dates are a little rare between the two of you ngl, because 1) New York is literally Gotham atp, and 2) being the Prowler takes up a lot of time.

so you mostly hang out at each other's places as a substitute.

But when you do go out, Miles will plan everything down to a T

because let's face it, he tries to act cool but boy is nervous

You're the first person that isn't family he's actually opened up to. He doesn't want you to have a single bad experience with him.

But even if your dates go sideways, either one or both of you always find a way to make it better :)

At the start of your relationship, he's not too big on PDA.

but as it progresses, he starts getting more comfortable about stuff like holding hands or chaste kisses in public.

Once he's completely sure of himself and the two of you, he's always touching you in some way;

linking pinkies, holding hands, hand/arm around your waist, etc.

Never, I repeat never in front of Uncle Aaron though.

It's not that he's embarrassed of you or anything, but his uncle will definitely tease the living hell out of him

Speaking of Uncle Aaron, he likes you.

The first time he heard about you was a week or two after he taught Miles the Shoulder Touch™

Keep in mind, this is before Miles's dad passed away and all that,

so the boy was awkward.

When he tried it out on you, you couldn't help laughing, just a tiny bit.

Then he made the mistake of telling his uncle, who made it so much worse

"Can you please stop laughing? I'm being serious!"

"I'm sorry man–"

"No you're not 😒"

Back to physical affection, Miles is a sucker for any that you give him.

hugs, cuddles, kisses, you name it.

He will literally melt into your arms.

He'll try to deny it at first but it isn't fooling anyone, so at one point he just gives up the tough guy act when it's just the two of you.

Forehead/top of the head kisses? PLEASE PLEASE P L E A S E

he needs some soft affection.

He is down bad.

You get back hugs. all the time. extra when he's sleepy.

he will literally penguin walk you everywhere.

A lot of times he'll put his head on your chest and hear your heartbeat to remind himself you're still there and his. Especially when 'work' was hard.

Speaking of, he also told you he's the Prowler.

Of course, he tried to delay it as much as he could, but once the two of you were absolutely stable he felt wrong keeping it a secret.

Especially when he had to bail on plans for some inpromptu work thing and couldn't give you a reason why.

You'd kinda put two and two together at that point, but it was nice to hear him actually tell you.

After Miles comes clean though, his protective tendancies will double.

He isn't controlling or smothering, but he has some strong feelings against you walking in the streets alone after dark and such.

And they only get stronger after he tells you what he does. If something happened to you because you knew, he'd never forgive himslelf.

So he takes precautions. Whenever he drops by your place after work, he always changes first so that no one sees the Prowler frequent some random apartment.

he'll never let you anywhere near his job. You don't need to watch all that nasty shit.

and so on, so forth.

He's also a big whiner. He will drag his words out to the ends of the earth if he has to.

"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa–"

"Miles, my paper's due in two days."

"Finish it tomorrow then. Necesito sostenerte, hermosa."

"...Fine."

Mrs. Morales also loves you. You're basically her daughter in law already.

Which is great!

Until she starts showing you the baby pictures.

"Miles had the cutest little face–"

"Má, please–"

She loves having you around and will let you stay the night whenever (as long as the door's cracked open).

You're invited to every single family event courtesy of Rio.

Miles will try to participate in anything you're interested in.

you like doing makeup? put some on him pls.

he'll also watch youtube tutorials to learn how to do it himself and do it for you.

which doesn't work too well the first few times, but now he's a natural!

his first time doing your eyeliner though:

"Miles, you've been at it for like 10 minutes. Let me see!"

"..."

"Is that– is that a wing?"

"..."

"🏃‍♂️🚶‍♂️"

"No, no, it's nice– it's so nice–"

Rio almost died laughing.

If you like to draw, he'll take you on grafitti dates !

But if you're nervous about that, then he'll just sit and draw with you or something.

don't look at his paper, he's drawing you and will be very flustered (he'll try to play it cool but blushing isn't rly something he can control)

so yea look at his paper

If you're part of a fandom, he'll study everything he can find on it so that he can understand what you're talking about.

He'll most likely like it too, and you guys could spend hours talking about it if you want.

but if he's not that into it, he'll just sit and listen contently to you talk about it with the stupidest smile on his face like :]

He has the softest spot for you even a blind person could see it.

He just loves you so much pls love him back

probably do a pt.2 soon

[promptfairy]

❥    𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐁𝐘   [ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ] .

adapted from f. scott fitzgerald’s 1925 novel. many lines have been altered to be more roleplay-friendly. change gendered language and add context to your needs. happy roleplaying!! ♡

❛  whenever you feel like criticizing anyone, just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.  ❜

❛ i’ve gotten to be a terrible pessimist about things.  ❜

❛ you remind me of a rose, an absolute rose. ❜

❛ i’ve had a very bad time, [name], and i’m pretty cynical about everything. ❜

❛ that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world. a beautiful little fool. ❜

❛  i like large parties. they’re so intimate. at small parties there isn’t any privacy. ❜

❛ whenever he sees i’m having a good time he wants to go home. ❜

❛ you’re a rotten driver. either you ought to be more careful or you oughtn’t to drive at all. ❜

❛ i hate careless people. that’s why i like you. ❜

❛ i don’t want you to get a wrong idea of me from all these stories you hear. ❜

❛ i usually find myself among strangers because i drift here and there trying to forget the sad thing that happened to me. ❜

❛ you’re acting like a little boy. ❜

❛ i’m delighted to see you. i’m delighted that you dropped in. ❜

❛ by god, i may be old-fashioned in my ideas, but women run around too much these days to suit me. ❜

❛ if you want to kiss me any time during the evening, just let me know and i’ll be glad to arrange it for you. ❜

❛ you can’t repeat the past. ❜

❛ can’t repeat the past? why of course you can! ❜

❛ you dream, you. you absolute little dream. ❜

❛ what’ll we do with ourselves this afternoon? and the day after that, and the next thirty years? ❜

❛ life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall. ❜

❛ you look so cool … you always look so cool. ❜

❛ you think i’m pretty dumb, don’t you? ❜

❛ we’re getting old. if we were young we’d rise and dance. ❜

❛ what kind of a row are you trying to cause in my house anyhow? ❜

❛ you’re causing a row. please have a little self control. ❜

❛ i suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let mr. nobody from nowhere make love to your wife. ❜

❛ i know i’m not very popular. ❜

❛ i don’t give big parties. i suppose you’ve got to make your house into a pigsty in order to have any friends—in the modern world. ❜

❛ your wife doesn’t love you. she’s never loved you. she loves me. ❜

❛ once in a while i go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but i always come back, and in my heart i love you all the time. ❜

❛ i never loved him. ❜

❛ oh, you want too much! i love you now—isn’t that enough? ❜

❛ i did love him once—but i loved you too. ❜

❛ there’re things between [name] and i that you’ll never know, things that neither of us can ever forget. ❜

❛  i’m going to take better care of you from now on. ❜

❛ you’ve got to pull yourself together. ❜

❛ there i was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden i didn’t care. ❜

❛ they’re a rotten crowd. you’re worth the whole damn bunch put together. ❜

❛ you weren’t so nice to me last night. ❜

❛ you may fool me but you can’t fool god! ❜

❛ i don’t give a damn about you now but it was a new experience for me and i felt a little dizzy for a while. ❜

❛ it was careless of me to make such a wrong guess. i thought you were an honest, straightforward person. ❜

❛ i’m five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor. ❜

❛ you’re crazy, [name]. crazy as hell. i don’t know what’s the matter with you. ❜

[elizais]

dazai who doesn't explicitly tell the agency about his lover

how dazai acts when he has a crush/partner outside of the agency reader doesn't work at the agency nor is given a part if that makes sense?? this is dazai not explicitly telling anyone about her but when the agency picks up on it fluff fluff fluff, dazai in love

dazai who walks into the agency day after day, sometimes much later than others but still there nonetheless. walking in and smiling to himself more, his silly little crush on his mind. his silly little crush who he would not let be a quick hookup. he genuinely couldn't shake her out of his mind.

dazai who leaves work giddy one day, excited to go on another date. after completing all his work on his own so he could talk about the case to you. he actually read all the paperwork so he could tell you everything in it! kunikida is a fool to think he actually just started being responsible.

dazai who is seen checking his phone whenever he gets a notification and smiling as he types out something. smiling to himself when he sees your simple or complex messages. despite knowing how much you value someone who cares about work, he is willing to message you all day instead.

dazai who doesn't tell the agency immediately because he doesn't want them to think you are just a fling. he definitely had a bad reputation but he was willing to change everything for you.

dazai who doesn't notice that ranpo notices all of his new mannerisms. fridays must be a date night as he chooses to dress a bit nicer, adjusts his bolo tie before leaving and doesn't just throw his coat around like he usually does. choosing that carefully hanging his coat up would be better to prevent wrinkles.

dazai who only starts telling everyone about his special lady when he is on his phone (messaging you) and is teased by ranpo across the room.

"sooo what is her name, dazai?" the master detective asked as he sat on his desk, kicking his feet. upon hearing his name, osamu was instantly snapped out of his trance. "have i not told any of you?" he smiled. the rest of the agency looked up from their work, confused.

"i thought you gave up on the waitress ages ago?" yosano asked. "i did, months ago!" dazai responded as he walked towards the coat rack that he hung his coat up on. pulling out his wallet, he took out the polaroid of the both of you.

"that's [name]!" he shown the room, kunikida didn't seem to believe him until he took the photo out of dazai's hands. "do you not believe me?" dazai asked, fake offense in his voice.

the rest of the agency began to gather around the photo, in awe of the adorable picture. they had to admit, the moment in time of the two of your heads squished together with grins plastered on both faces.

"my belladonna.." he whispered to himself. "now that i think of it, there have been less suicide attempts.." atsushi pondered. "why would i do such a thing when i have her? at first when she declined a double suicide i was disappointed as she is the most beautiful woman ever but her personality is even prettier.."

this whole new attitude was incredibly different from everything they knew about dazai but if anyone deserved happiness, he did. and if he talks about you like this, then they had to be happy for the both of you.

dazai who after that day, brings a framed photo of the both of you and places it next to his laptop. a messy collage of small photos smashed into a frame. another polaroid with you dressed up with him on halloween. (the statue of liberty and a tourist). another photo of you dressed up at a fancy restaurant. there is even one where you both have messy hair and you have pressed countless kisses to his face with red lipstick on.

dazai who will never let you be in harm's way. he made a promise to protect people and if he could let you meet the man who made him a better person, he would in a heartbeat.

dazai who goes to yosano when you get sick for advice because he will NOT take any risks even if it is just a cold.

dazai who does not wipe off lipstick stains before work, and takes pride in having faint marks on his face from you.

dazai who can't wait to let the people who take care of him meet you, the reason he carries on.

dazai who is so happy when you get along with the rest of the agency. although when you and the agency girls are hanging out he becomes the third wheel.

dazai who talks about you all the time to kunikida, claiming he was an "expert boyfriend" and is more than happy to give kunikida relationship advice.

a/n! so this won the poll!! as always, weekends are writing time for me so please excuse my lack of presence on here from time to time!

[callme-holly]

conspiracy theory - dating Dallas after he broke up with Sylvia. They were a couple for a long time, pretty sure she was his longest relationship. That can really mess with a person. And the fact that she cheated- like .. anyways. How do you think Dallas would act in a relationship after having split with Sylvia? Also - sorry my asks are always paragraphs 😭 I lub you, thank you for putting your work on this platform 😖😖🫶

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 [𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐚]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - Omg I literally love your requests like dude you come up with the best shit. This is a little short but my internet kept cutting out so I apologise! Hope ya'll enjoy and as always my asks are still open for requests!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 363 words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - mentions of past cheating

I think after their break-up it would take Dallas a while before he was able to trust anyone again. 

I mean, Sylvia was his longest relationship and I feel like he would’ve trusted her a fair bit. He would have cared about her, no doubt, and when he found out she was cheating on him, it probably hurt him quite a bit. 

Sylvia most definitely wasn’t the first girl to cheat on him and he’d probably start to question whether he was the problem after a while. He’d really start to doubt himself and he’d probably become a little insecure when it came to relationships. 

At the start of your guys’ relationship, he was very closed off. 

He really didn’t want to get hurt again because, hell, he really liked you, but there was still that unlying insecurity that maybe he wasn’t enough and you’d find someone better. 

He won’t introduce you to the gang until he’s certain that you’re in it for the long run. 

The gang are all very cautious of you at first. They know how much of an impact Sylvia had had on Dallas and, no matter how much trouble he may cause them, they only want what's best for him. 

After a while though, they open up to you more, and before you know it they’re dragging you along with them everywhere they go. The drive-in? You’re there with Dallas’ arm wrapped around your shoulder. The diner? Who needs a seat when you can sit in Dallas’ lap. 

They think you’re good for him and it doesn’t take a fool to figure out how in love Dallas is with you. 

Now, back to this unlying insecurity. 

Dallas becomes very protective of you. He’s afraid you’ll leave him and if he sees you talking with another guy who he deems as a threat, you best believe he’s swooping in there and making himself known. 

No matter where you guys are, he’ll always be touching you in some way, and it isn’t long before everyone in their right mind knows to steer clear of Dallas Winston and his girl. 

He’ll give you his ring!! That’s how much he trusts you!!

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!

[im-not-a-ghost]

How can you improve ?

This PAC is meant to provide you with general advice to help you improve and move forward on your path. This is going to be a very simple reading, with only two cards for each group.

Group 1 - 8 of wands & Justice

You need to combine your creative power drive with careful execution. Your ideas and desires are worth exploring but you should proceed strategically. Act before any little hint of doubt can slither in your mind and stop you from moving forward. Don’t give yourself the time to hesitate but don’t be careless about it either. This is a difficult thing to do but if you manage to get into action at the precise point where you’ve thought about it enough without overthinking it, then you’ll be good to go. The second thing I am picking up on is communication. It is important that you clearly communicate your boundaries. Without exception. No matter who is standing in front of you. No matter how good they were to you. If someone crosses a boundary, it is mandatory that you call them out. No one gets a free pass, you deserve to be respected no matter what. You are no doormat, no punching ball nor a stress ball. You are a loveable human being and you should be treated as such.

Group 2 - 2 of cups, The Devil

Having the devil as an advice card feels a bit counter intuitive 😂 Combined with the 2 of cups, on top of that. To me, in this case, this represents sensuality and pleasure. Your key to improving is to allow yourself to indulge in whatever guilty pleasure you have. Want to eat that cupcake ? Go for it. Thinking about going on a vacation ? Fly as soon as you get the chance. You’ve been running in circles wondering if you should send that love confession? Don’t think twice. Allow yourself to be happy. Allow yourself to exist. You deserve to live. You deserve to take up space. You are allowed to laugh. You are allowed to have fun. You are allowed to love and be loved. It is not a sin to do what you like because you want it. It is not forbidden to let your guard down and just allow yourself to be. You are enough. Be in that receptive energy. Go with the flow and take things as they go, one step at a time. Slow down. Enjoy your life. Find your rhythm. Find your joy. Explore. Connect with people. Form partnerships. Do not deprive yourself of something out of guilt. You can never regret doing what you love.

Group 3 - 7 of wands, Hierophant

As the 7 of wands represents competition among other things and the Hierophant maturity, I feel like the first piece of advice is to be the bigger person. If anyone is coming at you with a bad vibe, do not even bother answering back. Don’t give them a taste of their own medicine, no matter how tempting that may sound. Believe me you won’t be feeling any better afterwards. The true victory lies in being able to tame your demons. The second piece of advice is to not give up on learning. If you’re a student, keep going and don’t give up on your education right now. If you wanted to learn a new skill but you feel like that would be too hard for you, don’t let that stop you. Keep pushing. Keep fighting for your goals and dreams. Seek for knowledge in everything and everyone. Take any opportunity presented to you as a lesson that will only make you wiser and richer. Don’t take things personally. See the bigger picture. Notice the patterns. Read between the lines. Don’t let yourself be fooled by appearances and look for the finer details. I’ll give you an example by using my own personal experience. My father was acting a bit oddly lately. He kept criticizing me every time I was doing something that I found enjoyable. At first, my reaction was to feel offended and it made me angry so I would be acting aloof as well. But then one morning I just sat for a minute or two after one more episode like this happened and I realized that the implicit message was that he was feeling sad and lonely, and the reason why he was acting that way was because he envied what I had and wanted to be a part of it. He envied the fact that despite not feeling very good myself, I was still able to do fun things and enjoy myself while he thought he couldn’t. Now if you look at that from an external point of view, you would say that had he allowed himself to do the same, he would have felt better. Which I would agree with. But being caught up in his mental fog, he didn’t realize that and instead thought that nagging at me would get me to pay him more attention when it generated the complete opposite.

[kaiser1ns]

KIKI'S CHARACTER ANALYSIS ON TAKIISHI CHIKA

BEFORE PROCEEDING TO READ i want to clarify that this is my opinion and my take on his character before we get to know more about him in the manga. i know that the way i write about him is not what he really is, and that can cause conflicts but i am trying my best! contains small spoilers ahead! anyway hope you will enjoy!

Written on August 9th 2024. Posted on August 10th 2024. Edited on

Takiishi Chika is expressive only when he wants to be, but most of the time he is with that bored expression making it look like he is some kind of robot or haunted doll. As already known his face changes when he feels anger or when he fights with someone at his level or higher, it's when he gets happy and excited, because there is someone who will not bore him and keep up with the adrenaline.

He will not listen to anyone in whom he finds no interest. People can talk to him, but he will pay no attention to them. He will listen, catch a sentence here and there, and when someone mentions something that intrudes on him, he will listen without hesitation wanting to know more.

Strikes me as a type who is also very observant. Not only in a fight but when around people in a calm setting. Also intelligent, may not show it because he acts on impulse but everything is calculated.

Likes to light up fireworks when there's nothing better to do or people to fight. It's nice and something he can do on his own.

He likes to sit on the rooftop of buildings and look down on everything and everyone, either enjoying the view or the feeling of power. We again don't know why. But in Chapter 134: The Moment Longed For, when Endo Yamato receives a punch to his face because he stopped Chika's sudden charge at Umeniya, the conversation goes as such "But hey, Umemiya told us to go to the roof with him. It's been ages since we have been there. You like the roof don't you?" and then Chika freezes agreeing with what Edno said "Right. That's true." Then he walks past Umemiya telling him to go there, leaving everyone behind.

The question here is why Chika likes roofs so much, and what exactly does Furin's rooftop that Umemiya wants to show him? My mind directly goes to the garden. Is it to see one's growth despite its roots? What if Chika used to take care of the garden too? I know, it's a laughable idea and seems impossible but what if? So many questions, but not many answers. This is normal, seeing as how their battle is just beginning and the characters' internal and external conflicts are yet to emerge.

As stated, he is violent and short-tempered, he would never let anyone or anything block him from doing what he wants, it doesn't matter if it was a friend or an enemy. He is capable of destroying everything in his path. But personally, I think he won't hit someone if there's no reason to or if he isn't provoked in some way.

He doesn't care about the others, he only cares for himself and his enjoyment.

Of course, he knows many people and many people know him. But he isn't close with anyone besides Endo Yamato, even if they are childhood friends and their friendship is weird, Chika just lets Endo do whatever he wants — buy him clothes, paint his nails, find him opponents. He probably never asked for him to do such things but Chika knows how devoted the tattooed fool is to him, and so he played along. That leads me to a theory that he was spoiled as a child, that's why he doesn't question Endo, because he is used to getting what he wants and if something goes in his way, he will eliminate it.

Endo stated that Takiishi "began to fizzle out when he left Furin" meaning he was slowly losing his spark and maybe fighting out of boredom and not excitement. Chika is "The Strongest Man in Furin History". Probably in his first year, there wasn't anyone worthy enough to keep up with his pace and cause that fervor to ignite his flames.

Two years later when he dropped out of Furin Highschool he became a shadow and it was a few in the school who knew the truth about him, including Umemiya, the person Chika probably wanted to fight from the start.

In Chapter 142: Revelation, we see Takiishi in Endo's memories, and he has always been so aggressive towards the world, but unfortunately, we still don't know the reason why — perhaps a family conflict that indicates him being abused as a child; himself being bullied and then turning into a bully, or he was a prodigy too doing everything before other kids his age making him develop faster and he took advantage of that. So many theories. Hope we know in the future! [this part will be edited once his backstory is out]

God complex which may also be associated with mania or a superiority complex. Someone with a god complex may exhibit no regard for the conventions and demands of society and may request special consideration or privileges. GD is linked to Narcissistic personality disorder (NPD) with a diminished ability to empathize with other people's feelings. Even tho we don't see Takiishi being 'in love' with himself, he only cares about himself, and thus I will say he is probably narcissistic but not to such an extent.

But here I think the right word which should be used is Egoist — a self-centered, selfish person or arrogantly conceited person. Egoism comes in different forms as there are several reasons as to why someone may act in their own self-interest, such as ethics or rationality. The three main types of egoism are physical egoism, ethical egoism and rational egoism.

1. Physical Egoism

This type of egoism refers to the basic, instinctual drive for self-preservation and personal survival. It is often associated with natural instincts and physical needs, such as hunger, thirst, and the avoidance of pain. Physical egoism emphasizes the inherent tendency of living beings to prioritize their own physical well-being and survival above all else. In this view, self-interest is rooted in biological imperatives.

2. Ethical Egoism

Ethical egoism is a normative theory that suggests some individuals act in their own self-interest. It is a prescriptive approach, meaning it provides guidance on how people should behave. Ethical egoism posits that morally right actions are those that maximize one's own welfare. Unlike physical egoism, which is based on natural instincts, ethical egoism is a philosophical stance arguing that self-interest should be the guiding principle of moral decision-making.

3. Rational Egoism

Rational egoism posits that it is rational for individuals to act in their own self-interest because doing so leads to the best outcomes for themselves. This form of egoism is based on the idea that reason, rather than mere instinct or moral obligation, should guide self-interested behavior. Rational egoism suggests that acting in one's own long-term interest is not only logical but also the most reasonable course of action for achieving happiness and success. It often involves considering the consequences of actions and making choices that best serve one's goals in a rational, calculated manner.

In conclusion:

Takiishi Chika is impulsive, violent, and primarily concerned with his own physical needs and desires, aligning most closely with physical egoism. He doesn't seem to consider the long-term consequences of his actions, nor does he follow a moral code that dictates acting in his self-interest in a socially constructive way, which would be characteristic of ethical or rational egoism.

The behavior could be indicative of several potential mental health conditions or personality disorders, but it's important to note that diagnosing someone, especially when a real person requires a qualified mental health professional. However, I am not a professional and I am doing this only for my entertainment in the fictional world. There are a few possibilities that might align with the characteristics of Takiishi Chika.

1. Antisocial Personality Disorder (ASPD):

Individuals with ASPD often exhibit a disregard for the rights of others, lack of empathy, and can be prone to aggressive, violent behavior. They may engage in fights, show little concern for the safety or feelings of others, and may be manipulative or deceitful.

2. Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD):

While not always violent, people with BPD may experience intense emotional reactions, including anger and aggression. They can also have a pattern of unstable relationships, self-harming behaviors, and fear of abandonment, which might be linked to masochistic tendencies.

3. Intermittent Explosive Disorder (IED):

This disorder is characterized by sudden, explosive outbursts of anger or violence that are disproportionate to the situation. The person might feel a sense of relief after the outburst but may also feel remorse or regret later.

4. Sadistic Personality Disorder:

Although not recognized in the DSM-5, some traits could align with what was previously considered Sadistic Personality Disorder. This involves deriving pleasure from the suffering of others, which could explain sadistic tendencies.

Chika's behaviour is explosive or volatile sadism. This type of sadism is characterized by sudden outbursts of aggression and violence, often triggered by frustration or when the person feels someone is in their way. Individuals with this type of sadism tend to lack empathy, and their violent behavior can be unpredictable and intense.

In addition, his potential sadomasochistic tendencies suggest he might derive some pleasure from both inflicting pain on others (sadism) and experiencing pain themselves (masochism). This combination can make his behavior particularly volatile, as he may be drawn to situations that allows him to express both these desires.

5. Conduct Disorder (in younger individuals):

If the individual is younger, this could be a sign of Conduct Disorder, characterized by aggressive behavior, a lack of empathy, and a disregard for rules or the rights of others. This condition in youth can sometimes progress to Antisocial Personality Disorder in adulthood.

6. Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD):

While not typically associated with overt physical violence, individuals with NPD can display aggression when their ego is threatened. They may lack empathy and be manipulative or exploitative in relationships, only caring about others when it benefits them.

7. Psychopathy:

A more severe form of ASPD, psychopathy involves a profound lack of empathy, superficial charm, and often a tendency toward manipulative and violent behavior. Sadistic tendencies may also be present.

8. Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD):

Individuals with PTSD may experience anger as a response to trauma reminders or as part of the hyperarousal symptoms. Irritability and angry outbursts. Feeling constantly on edge or easily startled.

PTSD develops after exposure to a traumatic event, and anger can be a coping mechanism or reaction to perceived threats.

9. Trauma and Childhood Experiences:

Anger issues can also stem from unresolved trauma, especially if it occurred during childhood. People who have experienced abuse, neglect, or abandonment may develop anger as a defense mechanism. Difficulty trusting others, leading to anger in relationships. Feeling easily threatened or provoked. Chronic irritability or anger without a clear cause.

This is all I can think of when I did my research. Chika definitely has something traumatic happened to him or he was someone's trauma.

But there can be a scenario with him just being born like that even if love and kindness were shown to him. We will know more once Satoru Nii drops his full backstory like he did with Endo and Umemiya.

TAKIISHI CHIKA'S CHARACTER IN MY WRITING STYLE

I don't want to make him too out of character for the sake of the people who like or will like him, as I want them to have the best experience while reading any of my works that includes him.

In many of my drabbles readers will get to see him being more soft towards the female character or his girlfriend as stated in the most scenarios. He is being vulnerable towards you. It is simply the way I imagine him when he gets to like someone who catches his attention: he wants to know everything, is being possessive, is more expressive, making space in his heart only for you, though his ego and pride would no go down but instead they will go up because he has something the others don't.

As I stated earlier, he will not listen or look at anyone in whom he finds no interest. That being said, and as a cliché as it sounds, you are different, he wants to have you to either a) play with you until you break or b) learn about the way you are making him feel, because his heartbeat only rises when he fights.

When Takiishi Chika learns to love, or at least tries, he realizes that he can tolerate people who get in his way, meaning he tolerates you and is extremely important for him to see you everyday. And if his nonchalant behaviour is due to a trauma, you are his free therapy.

I saw people who think he doesn't talk much, again he does, he chose to who, how and when. Even if it's one word, sentence or a punch, he will talk.

In my opinion the way he loves is unique, everyone has their own way to express their longing for the other. He doesn't know what love is, its a new term in his vocabulary, and you teach him the ways of being soft and tender.

He is protective of you, very fond by the way you show him how to do things and he acts on instinct. If he wants a kiss, he will get one no matter what. If he wants get intimate or just to initiate a physical touch, he without thinking twice would. Takiishi Chika is not a person who waits, unless necessary, because when he wants something he will make sure to have it. If he wants you he will get you. He is the living prime of "If he wanted, he would."

But then again he has another dark, manipulative and toxic side. Again he is not good or used to expressing his emotions that well, if he wanted to hurt you, unintentionally or not, he would. I know I'm repeating myself a lot with words, but it's true. Was it with a real or non-existent person, if they wanted to, they would do anything to or for you.

This is mostly what I have to say about him, in hopes of your understanding and if you got to the end of this long post, thank you! Takiishi Chika is not that complex of a character, he is pretty easy to understand in my opinion, as long you want to do it.

But it's my profile, my own way to express myself amd how i view a certain character. I would be happy if someone wants to discuss further issues with our blazing inferno Chika <3

And as the manga will continue and more will be understood, I will give it my best to describe and write not only about Chika, but also about all the other characters. I hope this was a hopeful guide to answer questions if you even had one.

Thank you Chika nation for the support, and thank you for reading and following through my writing journey! More is yet to come (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

[yandereunsolved]

🗡 Yandere Javier Escuella (RDR2) 🗡

Javier's fingers deftly pluck at the strings of his own fervid longing, producing chords of pure yearning. The notes are overlaid with a lust-filled serenade, directed at the object of his passion—bordering on neurosis.

"Ángel de amor, tu pasión no la comprendo"

"Si la comprendo, no la puedo expresar"

He croons like the lovesick fool he is, every ounce of his soul begging for reciprocation on your end. Your name tugs at the edge of his lips after each word is sung. He doesn't―can't stop this—this ritual it has become, even after the day is done. His music attracts those in camp like moths to a bright flame, but you always stay just out of his light. It's like you can sense his intent, but you don't act nor acknowledge it.

He nearly screws up as he finishes Ángel de Amor. His fingertips itch to reach for one of his knives. His voice urges to dip into a more menacing tone. A certain undignified Irish cretin is flirting with his amar. And he's doing it near Javier.

Sean is leaning up against the side of a tree, flashing you one of his oh-so-forcibly charming smiles. El bastardo.

"The first time I saw ya MacGuire Junior jumped to attention, hard and ready for ah challenge. Me Da always said that'd happen if ah met da love of me life." Sean does his best to lay it on thick, thicker than his accent.

A whole-hearted, delicate laugh escapes you, lacking any animosity or mockery.

"Fuck off, Sean. A two dollar whore can flirt better than that."

'You're reciprocating.' Your conversation with Sean would go much better if half his head was blown off. Javier can correct that. 'Is he not better than Sean?' The thought is farcical.

"Ey! I take offense to dat," Sean mumbles flirtatiously, moving into your personal space, "You could get at least tree dollars for meh."

"You don't even know how to spell the word three."

You take a step closer to Sean, and his eyes widen slightly, pupils dilating.

"I do! I do! You start off with a... ah... t... then you go on to a―"

Javier punches Sean in the side of the head before he can finish, the impact resounding. The ginger's neck snaps at an angle so grotesque that Javier nearly succeeds in killing him. But alas, Sean falls into the dirt instead, right near your feet—and even that is far too kind of a fate for him in Javier's eyes. His guitar was discarded nearly instantaneously after seeing that―this―them.

"Instead of trying to fuck everything with a hole, you cocky, drunkard fuck, maybe you should actually contribute. Make some money for the gang," he vitriolically spits out, grinning slyly at the state of disorder he has put Sean in, "Heh, like you actually give two shits about anyone but yourself and your dick."

"What the hell, Javier?"

Those words… came from you. Javier can only roll his eyes.

"I thought better of you, ángel."

He is unable to meet your eyes, turning around and walking back to his place on a campfire log, tuning out Sean's angered shouts―your… words. Javier picks up his guitar reverently, admiring it for a moment before returning to his singing.

"La vida, sueño el porvenir, mentira" "La amistad y el amor, mentira son" "Y mentiras son también las ilusiones" "Que se forja delirante el corazón"

Members filter in and out of his vicinity, knowing better than to try and interact with him when he's in this state. He plays his fingers raw, the strings cutting into them, leaving the newly opened flesh to quietly wail in pain. Only when his voice begins to die out does he stop. Regaining his senses, the last lyric sung just barely audible.

"Ya cayó el que andaba ausente, ahora verán los cabrones."

The sun must have set a couple of hours ago. No one remains to listen to him but whatever creatures remain in the night. His head snaps up as he hears footsteps. Or maybe―you. You're leaving Sean's tent…

He could follow you and explain. Or he could eliminate a problem before it gets any worse―after all, that's what you do with weeds; you take them out.