#i have a loud voice tho and i feel very guilty

[steelthroat]

I envy kids and their random screaming so much... like- I hate it. I fucking hate loud noises, but the fact that they're able to screech to their heart's content without a care in the world just because they can is cool.

I was a quiet kid anyway, I lost my chance.

[hobie-enthusiast]

hiii !! if it’s not too much trouble, could i request a comfort one-shot for hobes ? basically reader is at a pub watch one of hobies friends play, and there’s just too many people around and they start to have a panic attack, hobie pulls them to a quiet spot and helps them calm down. it’s okay if not, i’m just such a sucker for comfort things, especially w my bf, it’s ok if not tho !! hope ur having an amazing day/night :D

FIVE COLOURS !

— hobie brown x anxious!gn!reader

— comfort, panic attacks, implications of drinking, implications of injury, petnames, hobie being the best bf in the world, anxiety and mentions

— you truly thought you could make it, so you asked hobie to take you to a concert

— happily! this is based off my experience (i have anxiety with crowded public spaces), so apologies if it doesnt match what u had in mind 🫶

Hobie carefully led and maneuvered the two of you inside the pub, right by the stage. The lights were colourful shades of blue and purple as the band onstage set up. Hobie called out to one of them, prompting the singer to come over to him.

You look around the venue instead of listening to the conversation. Everyone seemed happily relaxed before the show started. More continued flowing in, greeting each other like old friends.

More.. and more people..

No. You told yourself and Hobie you would be fine tonight. You assured him that you wanted to go, wanted to support his friends and hang with them. This was something you wanted to do.

“Yea, ‘s my partner.” Hobie’s voice suddenly brings you back as he slings an arm around your waist. “[Name]. Brought ‘em out tonight t’ see th’ group.”

The friend turned to you, eyes lighting up. “Righ’, heard ya talking about them. Nice t’ meet you.”

You give a small wave before turning back to analyze your surroundings. Hobie glanced at you before dismissing his friend to finish setting up.

“Aye, we can go t’ the back if ya want.” He says once you face him again.

You quickly shake your head. “No. I said I could do this. We’re here to support your friend, don’t worry for me, okay?”

As much as Hobie wanted to protest, the lights started to flicker in the pub. He sighed and gave you a nod, yet never letting his hand off of your waist.

He wouldn’t tell you, but Hobie was very worried about you. He knew what your needs were; you were someone who needed personal space and hated when strangers touched you. It was something that spiked your anxiety, leading to pretty bad panic attacks.

Hence why he was so hesitant to bring you here. But he knows. He knows how guilty you feel about it. He knows that you feel like you owe him something.

So when you asked him to bring you tonight, he reluctantly agreed.

Before he could think further into it, the band finished setting up, announcing they were starting. The music began playing and everyone around followed; singing and dancing with each other.

Hobie smiled down on you, taking your hand and twirling you in a circle gently to the music. His friend wasn’t in a heavy punk band, but rather a more mellow rock type. Hobie thought it was perfect to take you to for your first time.

A laugh escapes your lips as you spin into him, his arms encircling your waist. “Doin’ alright, sweetheart?” He whispers in your ear, loud enough so you can hear.

You nod as the two of you dance to the music together, smiles etched on your faces. You both were enjoying yourself, song after song, listening to the talented band.

At least, you were.

As the night went on, more people continued to shuffle in the pub. There was less room, and honestly you wouldn’t have noticed. But then a guy roughly shoved into you, causing you to trip right into Hobie.

He immediately sent a glare the guy’s way. “Aye, the hell’s wrong with ya?”

The man, clearly to have been drinking, responded with something about you being fine, but you couldn’t hear. You were suddenly becoming very aware of the amount of people, and how many were close to you.

Your eyes widen as you feel that all familiar feeling of the air leaving your lungs. You gasp, turning yourself to be able to reach Hobie’s hand, tugging at his fingers.

Hobie’s mind wants to immediately talk down whoever had the audacity to touch you like that. But his anger dissipated when he felt your hands tugging on his fingers and rings.

He requested that the two of you have some kind of non-verbal signal that your nerves were rising. Something he can use to easily identify the panic. And you both settled for tugging his hand, pulling in a one-two motion so he knows.

He knows you’re about to have a panic attack.

His hand immediately moves to shove the guy out of the way, tightening his hold around your waist. He quickly ushers you through the people to try and get to the door. It’s not practical, but he can’t get out otherwise.

The more people that touch you the more you spiral. It’s disgusting you. The way they all just slam into you makes you wanna scratch your arms till there’s nothing left. Just to get rid of their lingering touch you feel.

Finally Hobie makes it to the door, shoving it open and you out. You’re hyperventilating at this point, breathing erratic as you grasp onto Hobie’s vest with your free hand in tears.

Hobie leads you to the back alley behind the venue. “Shh, I know I know.. give me a second, please darlin’.”

Glancing around, he ensures the coast is clear before shooting up towards the roof of the next building, taking you both up there. He knew it was quieter than the back alley, perfect to try and help you best he can.

“Alright alright..” He whispers, keeping his tone quiet. “‘m ‘ere with ya, okay?”

Hobie’s words were there, but not quite there. You were off in your own world of panic, breathing heavy with jumbled thoughts. You instinctively fall to sit on the rooftop, hands harshly rubbing your arms to try and get the disgusting feeling away.

“No no.. aye..” Hobie speaks, taking a seat next to you and gently placing his hands on yours. “Can’t do that.. gonna hurt ‘urself ‘f ya do..” He pries them away from your arms to hold them.

You shake your head, more tears coming to your eyes. God you hated this. More importantly you hated how weak you were. Couldn’t go a single night without freaking out.

Hobie uses his hold to pull you forward, right into his lap. “Shh, ma’ch m’ breathin’.. ‘u’re safe, yeah? Safe up ‘ere.” He assures continuously.

“Aye, ‘member our game?” He whispers, hugging you close.

You’re too far out of it to form actually words right now, so you nod. Of course you remember. Accordingly he used it on anyone he helps, if they truly need it.

“Alrigh’ good.. I need ya t’ play with me.. name five things ya see, ‘kay?”

Your vision was oh so blurry, you couldn’t see anything. This made you panic more. You shook your head, sobbing into Hobie’s vest as you cried out.

He mentally slaps himself. “righ’, ‘m sorry.. ‘ow ‘bout we try..” He thinks for a minute, trying to figure out a way to ground you. “Give me.. five colours you see, ‘mm? Can ya do that, darlin’?”

Now that was more achievable. Blinking rapidly, you peek out from your closed eyes, forcing words to come out.

“Black..” You start, latching onto the colour of Hobie’s vest-jacket first. “Uhm.. B-blue? Wait no.. I..”

You feel yourself start to slip but Hobie is quick to catch you with his voice. “Stay wit’ me, mmkay..?” He whispers, hands moving to gently rub on your arms. “Three more, please sweethear’. ‘ur doin’ amazin’.”

Soon enough, you manage to get out three more colours, Hobie praising your efforts like there was no tomorrow. He moved on to the other senses; four things to hear, three things to feel, two things to smell, and finally one to taste.

The longer this went on, the better you felt. You managed to match Hobie’s breathing pattern before going back to your own. The blur in your eyes faded and you could start making out the thoughts going through your head.

“I’m so-”

“No.”

You glance up in confusion, yet sighing after. “Darling, please.. I-”

“Said no.” He responds, looking down at you with a gentle expression. “Never ‘pologize for ‘ur feelin’s. ‘m serious.”

This was the routine after each one; attempted apologies and stops, lots of quiet time, then eventually sleep. And you were both okay with that. After such an overwhelming situation it was exactly what you needed.

“We can go back in.. or you can and I can go home.” You compromise, looking down on the venue. “You shouldn’t miss out because of my stupid-”

Hobie shakes his head, again cutting you off. “‘s not stupid. And no. We’ll head out toge’er.” He assures you, standing and offering a hand to help you up.

You stare up at him for a minute before smiling. You take his hand and wrap yourself in a hug. He smiles and ruffles your hair before shooting a web, swinging back to your shared apartment. His eyes stay trained on where he swings, yet every now and then he takes peeks down to check on you.

Once you managed to make it back home, Hobie was insanely attentive to you. He told you to go shower (because everyone knows pubs and panic attacks don’t exactly leave you the cleanest). While you did that, he fixed up the room to suite your needs. He darkened it, grabbing comfortable blankets, cleaning it up, anything you need.

After you shower and settle down, he’s got you entrapped in his arms in bed, letting you lie to where your head can lie comfortably in his chest. Though the night didn’t go as he planned, he wouldn’t trade spending the end like this for anything else.

A selfish part of Hobie wishes that this part of you was non-existent. That the two of you could enjoy being out together without this ball of anxiety prodding at you. But Hobie knew that he had to help you through this. That this was hurting you more than him.

“Thank you, Hobes..” You whisper, planting a soft kiss to his jaw.

Yeah, thank-yous and kisses like that from you are his motivation to always protect you, even from yourself.

[sunnynwanda]

Hi, how are you doing? I hope you’re finee❣️

Can you write a snippet with a huge fight scene and a lot of action (you can include some weapons or gadgets if you want!). Make the villain or hero very angry at their nemesis cause they feel too much tension between them. If you want, make it spicy. Ik it’s hard to put some suggestive things here but that’s exactly why i am curious to see how you will make it! No forcing tho, i would be happy with a fight only too

Two to Tango

Warnings: Suggestive. Slightly spicy. Language. Minors beware. P.S. 'Sternchen' means 'little star'.

They sense the weapon aimed at them, an imaginary red dot dancing over their strained back. Their body fails to match the speed of their gut feeling, causing them to turn with a seconds' delay. The electricity shocks their shoulder, piercing through their arm and shoulder blade. It hurts like a bitch, and with a loud hiss, Hero retreats behind a wall, cursing under their breath. Villain's triumphant cackle riches their ear a few moments later.

"Is our brave Hero scared of a little tickle?" Their tone is taunting, a smug smile undoubtedly tugging at their thin kissable lips. "And here I thought you could take it."

Hero grits their teeth in annoyance. "I'll show you a little tickle, bitch." It's a promise, not a threat. Hero doesn't know what they are going to do yet, but they intend to pay back tenfold for every single time Villain's weapon has fired today.

"Tsk tsk tsk," Villain sings, cocking their newest toy again. They were dying to test it for weeks now, and Hero seemed the best target to do so without actually killing someone. "Watch your language, Sternchen. We don't want to ruin your goody-two-shoes reputation now, do we?"

"This was the fifth fucking time you've zapped me tonight," Hero snaps. Villain came dangerously close to discovering their true personality this time, and - Hero was sure of that - Villain would live to regret provoking that revelation. "Fuck off already."

Today's patrol was meant to be a short round around the city. Hero was exhausted from the shit of a week they had and in desperate need of a break. They had intended to finish their round and spend the evening in bed, eating junk food and watching mindless rom-coms - a guilty pleasure of theirs. Yet here they were, hiding behind a wall with a half-numb arm while Villain closed in on them.

"And where's the fun in that?" Villain rounds the wall only to discover Hero long gone. They look around, confused and slightly on edge. Something tells them to avoid getting caught at all costs tonight. The shock effect from their gun didn't last all that long, but Hero's irritation sure did. Villain did not test their weapons to know for sure, especially not on themself. "Hiding from me, are you? It takes two to tango, darling. You're gonna have to come out."

When no reply follows, Villain pauses. They could bet they heard Hero's voice from this exact spot moments ago, yet they are nowhere to be seen. They scan the area, holding their breath to hear any shuffling of Hero's clothes.

Where the fuck did that fucker go? Villain thinks to themself, still too wary to lower their gun. They couldn't have just left, right? The floors sure look empty. Wait a second.

Villain fails to complete the thought when Hero lands behind their back with a loud thud, and before Villain can even register the situation, they are pushed face-first against the wall. Hero twists their arms harshly, pinning them near the small of their back and pressing one knee to the back of Villain's to effectively immobilize them. Their weapon clings on the concrete floor, sure to be scratched.

Villain should probably focus on what's gonna happen to them instead. Their cheek is flush against the cold stones, their chest heaving in sharp inhales from the discomfort of the position and suddenness of their capture. Shit, they were fucked.

"Hey, it's dusty here," they attempt to sound light-hearted but can feel the anger radiating off of Hero in raving heat waves. Definitely shouldn't have gotten caught. "You're gonna ruin my costume."

"Oh yeah?" Hero's voice is sheer venom that sends a chill down Villain's spine. They refuse to acknowledge the pleasure and anticipation it carries within. "Does it look like I fucking care?"

"You obviously don't," they bite back, earning a disgruntled huff from Hero, who steps on the handle of their gun with their toes, lifting it up into a position that allows them to grab it without releasing their hold on Villain. "You wouldn't dress like you do if you had any regard for fashion... or any damn taste, really?"

Okay, Villain knows they are in no position to be cocky at the moment, but they can't help their smart mouth. The fact that their comment earns a dark chuckle from Hero has nothing to do with the warm feeling in their stomach - it's pure satisfaction from a successful jab, nothing more.

Hero's breath fans over the shell of their ear in time to draw them back from the pointless argument with their mind.

"Want me to show you my taste then?" Hero purrs, but there is something sinister in the brush of their lips against Villain's jaw. They press their hips further against Villain's half-bent form and use a combat knife to rip a large cut through Villain's expensive leather suit.

"What the fuck?!" Villain's voice is incredulous. They look down in disbelief, trying to free their hands from Hero's grip in vain.

"Shut your mouth, or I'll keep going," the knife grazes against the exposed skin of their upper thigh, too light to cut but enough to send a shiver down Villain's leg. Hero was surprised at the rush of pleasure that shiver sent through their bloodstream, attributing it to the adrenaline from their battle.

You keep telling yourself that. Their inner voice is interrupted by Villain's actual one.

"Shit, fine," Villiain surrenders, as if there is any other choice at this point in their predicament. They definitely overdid it with the teasing today. It didn't help that Hero was in a mood, either. "Just stop."

"Good villain," Hero pats their cheek, withdrawing the knife from their thigh and going to release Villain's hands. It would have been all done because, honestly, Hero was exhausted and had no intention of retaliating today of all days.

It would have - had Villain had any control over their goddamn mouth, that is.

"Motherfucker," the word rolls past their lips before they can consider the consequences of voicing it. Hero's hold tightens around them almost instinctively, their leg returning to its position behind Villain's knees. If they thought they were fucked then, now they are fucking done for.

"You wanna repeat that?"The knife returns as well, only now it's against their throat, grazing their skin with a kiss of the cold metal. And Villain will be damned if they don't hear a rasp in Hero's voice. "I said repeat that."

"N-no," they breathe out, feeling a bead of sweat run down the side of their face and over their neck. They freeze when Hero kisses it, their tongue hot and wet against Villain's feverish skin.

They barely contain the whimper that threatens to spill past their lips when Hero drops the knife, instead wrapping their hand around Villain's throat. They squeeze harshly, choking a torn exhale out of Villain, and pull their back flush against their chest, another arm winding across their torso. It takes Villain a minute to register their hands are free of Hero's iron hold. Free yet entirely useless as they flex at the sensation Hero's tongue wrecks in its wake.

"It takes two to tango, darling," Hero whispers, nibbling on the sensitive spot beneath their ear. Villain's head drops against Hero's shoulders, exposing their neck to Hero's impatient mouth. They struggle with their mind, trying to come up with a response, but fail miserably upon contact with their own gun.

"Hero," they startle, twisting their head to look at their nemesis when a numbing pain pierces through their hip. "Fuck, fuck! That hurts!"

They jerk away, but Hero maintains their hold of them. Something tells Villain they would collapse to the floor had they not.

As if on cue, they let go of Villain's body, and Villain's knees buckled under them, muscles still numb from the shock of electricity. They lean against the wall, sitting down to collect themself. And that's one shot. How the fuck was Hero able to walk around after five?

Hero grabs their gun again, snapping it in half before discarding the pieces. Villain brings a hand to cover their watering eyes. They aren't sure what's causing them more distress - the pain imposed on them or the sensation ripped away from them. They expect Hero to leave and are determined to keep their eyes shut until they do, but when an arm snakes around their waist, their eyes fling open against their will. They perk up as Hero pushes another arm under their sensation-deprived legs, pulling them up in bridal carry.

"And here I thought you could take it," Hero murmurs, pressing another kiss to Villain's temple. Villain's irises are dilated, tears still pooling in the corners of their eyes. Their pettiness be damned.

"How are you fucking alive after those?" Villain questions, noting that Hero pauses, unsure where to take them - their apartment or Villain's lair. "I can't feel my legs."

"I'd much rather you said that for an entirely different reason," they mumble under their breath, but Villain hears.

"You wanna repeat that?" They let out an amused chuckle, staring at the thick blush creeping up Hero's neck.

"N-no," their voice is small. Villain finds it amusing after everything they took the liberty of doing to them. "I'll take you to my place in case you still need assistance. And to make it up to you."

"Uh-huh," Villain quirks an eyebrow but nods, a satisfied smirk finding its place on their face as Hero's blush intensifies. "Solely for that purpose."

Hi, love! I'm doing quite well, although busy - as indicated by my relative absense here. I hope you are fine too!

Can I just say I absolutely loved this request! It had my fingers itching to get to the keyboard from the moment I read it. I'm not quite sure if I've followed your idea but I still hope you'll like it. I sure had an absolute blast writing it... and I kinda love them. They felt exceptionally alive. Although, the hero/villain duos always do.

Thank you for the request and thank you to everyone for reading. Love you,

Sunny xo

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[delma-z-dywanu]

LIL COWBOY AND ROMAN HEADCANNOND *v2*

(and maybe some descriptions, idk i just write what comes to my head)

Oct (since he is the stronger one, was a general AND an emparor of rome) always feels guilty when anything bad happens to Jed (or anyone of his friends/other minatures). He often bottels up his feelings, becouse he is scared of loosing his image as a strong and fearless leader. Jed is patient and tries his best to help Octo go through his traumas.

Oct has trobules sleeping alone (since he died in his sleep, all alone) so Jed (even tho he is an early riser, becouse he was an explorer) makes sure to stay by his side when he wakes up. (Octo also does not sleep long, since he had been an emparor and a general)

Jed is scared of bears, and animals that look simillar to them, becouse in his prevoius life he fought with a bear and nearly died (his skin was ripped of his face, and one of his partners had sewn it in place)

Octavius snores, and I mean it. He snores as loud as a thunderstorm. When Jed had slept at his place for the first time he thought someone was attacking the roman diorama

Octo teached Jed how to swim and read

Jed can play guitar well

Octavius cannot dance, Jed taught him some simple moves

Both men are scared of being alone. It has its roots down in their previous lives. Jed, an explorer, never got time to settle down, atacked by a bear, sewn together and a few days after the fight for his life, attacked by a Wild tribe, left to snowly bleed out on a grassland. Octo, a young boy on a throne with an empire to run, later a general, looking out for his pepole, having three wifes only for political benefits, expelling his own daughter away, feeling guilty about it until his final breath, dying alone in his sleep.

They were the toppers on their wedding cake

Before natm1 (when they were fighting every night) Octo broke Jed's nose at least 5 times

Octo has a lovely singing voice, but he doesn't show it off very often

When Jed proposed to Octavius, Octo laughed. Jed felt his heart shatter, thinking he had done something wrong, proposing to the roman. He tried getting up and running away, to hide and cry his heart out, but Octo saw his watering eyes and explained to him that he laughed becouse in his pocket was an engadgment ring aswell.

Jed loves to complement Octavius. Octavius on the other hand likes to tease the cowboy, becouse he thinks that he looks cute when flustered.

Octavius loves Jedediah's eyes, he complimentes them (and him) in latin

Jed tried to learn latin to suprise Oct, but it didn't go well

Jed knows how to draw maps, navigate and knows a lot about plants in the wild. He also knows a little bit of Spanish and mandarin from the other cowboys and his prevoius life.

Geez thats long, i hope it makes sense

[scp230kinnie]

pls do music tastes for stardew valley bachelors🙏🙏

- someone you definitely don't know

Before we begin I want everyone to know I did see the requests for other fics/hcs and I’m working on them but it has been a little hard cuz of exams 😭 will have them finished as soon is I can

I love shartstew valley omg 😻😻

I definitely don’t know you or anything 😻💪

May I introduce to you all

STARDEW VALLEY BACHELORS MUSIC TASTE HEADCANONS

Characters: Alex, Elliott, Harvey, Sam, Sebastian, Shane

Warnings: cringe

Alex

Modern music

Not Harry styles or anything I think he would hate him

He probably listens to imagine dragons and rap music

He secretly listens to country music

His favorite songs are believer by imagine dragons and high hopes by panic! At the disco

He probably listens to pierce the veil secretly tbh

Emo music is his guilty pleasure

He listens to Eminem while he works out

He also probably doesn’t listen to music very often

Elliott

So obvious but classical music

Like if it has piano or violin he loves it

He also listens to opera

Like he won’t watch it but he likes hearing the voices

He has his music going when he’s writing or he’ll have it playing quietly while he does stuff in his shack

His guilty pleasure is EDM music

He swears he hates it and insists he’s a man of culture

But he does listen to EDM

Not very often tho

Harvey

I like to think he doesn’t really listen to music that often

But if he were to I think he would like smooth jazz

He has it playing quietly in his little hospital sometimes along with the elevator music that’s probably playing

He also listens to 80s rock music

Not very often tho

Usually just when combing his moustache or reading

Not really music but he also likes to listen to ocean noises

Usually only when he REALLY can’t sleep

Which isn’t very often

Sam

Rock music

Of course

He also probably listens to whatever music his own band makes

His favorite artists/bands are måneskin, Paramore, Ozzy Osbourne, and Metallica

He also listens to ABBA

His all time favorite song is dancing queen

He secretly listens to KPOP

Specifically the girl groups

But he totally fanboys over Felix from SKZ

Same

It’s not really a secret because I can guarantee Sebastian knows

He also tries singing along but he doesn’t know Korean so he just says gibberish and hopes it’s close

He also likes listening to whatever openings are from his favorite shows lol

Sebastian

My one true love

Listens to emo music duh

Jk he likes metal, rock, and nu metal

His favorite bands are being me the horizon, Pierce the veil, motionless in white, evanescence, and asking Alexandria

His favorite Song is dark passenger by motionless in white

He is not open to new music

He’s the typa guy to go “come on turn on something good instead of this trash” when you’re listening to anything that’s not within his music taste

He insists his music taste is better than everyone else’s

He doesn’t say it out loud, but when he sees someone in public wearing merch from one of the bands he likes, he really wants to ask them to name 3 songs

I still love him tbh

Late night K-POP karaoke with Sam

Shane

He listens to SoundCloud rappers

He doesn’t make any but he kinda wants to

His favorite band is Green day

His favorite song is Superman by Eminem

I feel like he would put in headphones on the way to work every morning and listen to music

Aside from that I don’t really feel like he listens to music that often

His guilty pleasure is country music

Claims it’s the worst thing he ever heard but secretly shazams any songs

Probably sits in silence with his own thoughts most of the time

Okay that’s it lmk if y’all want the bachelorettes lololol

I hope you enjoy person i definitely don’t know

[captainnameless]

Can’t stop imagining Lando calling Daniel to moan about the race and commiserate over how shit McLaren is, Lando eventually getting teary and emotional, Daniel’s heart breaking that he’s not there to comfort him in person… their reunion at Danny’s first race back (Australia?? Surely??) is gonna be an emotional one for sure !!

please, Lando’d be so worried thinking about if he could call Daniel. 🥺 deep down he knows he can, knows Daniel told him to call or text whenever wherever and he wants to, he really wants to. but he feels guilty calling, moaning about a team that didn’t give him a competitive car to the guy who was kicked to the curb by said team last year doesn’t feel very good.

His hand’s hovering above the call button for minutes, he’s going back and forth and the thoughts racing through his mind aren’t helping him think clearly. He’s curled up into the pillow of the hotelroom, the room dark apart from the light that emits from his bright phone screen.

He’s not sure if it’s divine intervention or if maybe he didn’t cancel the call quick enough for it not to go through when he accidentally pressed it, when Daniel’s name suddenly flashed up on his phone. The contactpicture is Daniel pulling a funny face back in Texas, cowboy hat still on his head. It makes his heart ache.

He answers the phone but doesn’t speak, listens to the static for a bit before Daniel’s voice sounds.

“Sup Buddy.”

Lando breathes out a loud sigh, blinking back the tears rapidly filling his eyes as he tries to say hi back. It comes out incomprehensible and probably sounds a bit pathetic. His suspicion is confirmed when Daniel’s voice goes sympathetic with his reply.

“Oh Bub, it’s alright.”

“It’s not!” At least he’s seemed to have found his voice again. Tears are free falling now and Lando scrubs at his face angrily. It’s not fair. It’s not fair he’s stuck driving a tractor for a car when he wants to give his all to this team. It’s not fair Oscar DNF’d. It’s not fair he got stuck running testing programs and pitting 5 times in the first race of the season. It’s not fair Daniel isn’t here. It’s not fair he’s alone in a hotelroom tonight.

“It’s no fair.” When he speaks he realizes Daniel’s been talking. About how there’s still so much development there’s probably still to be found, so much potential to extract and he feels even worse having Daniel try and explain to him why he should feel better about the car he’s driving when he has a seat.

“I’m sorry.” He chokes out, but Daniel cuts him off before he gets too far down the rabbit hole of self reproach.

“No, nuh-uh. You don’t get to be sorry for expressing your feelings, Bub.”

“But-.”

“No.” Daniel sounds firm even over the phone and Lando sniffs. “You’re allowed to be upset,” Daniel continues. “It was a shitty race for you, for the team.”

Lando manages some sort of noise of agreement, wiping at his nose. “It was.”

It’s silent for a bit, Lando breaks it.

“I miss you.”

There’s more silence before a deep sigh.

“I miss you too, Buddy. Lots.”

Lando feels like crying again, but tries his hardest to blink back the tears. “See you soon tho, right?”

“Straya, baby!” Daniel sounds cheerier, and Lando can hear the grin he must have on his face. It causes his own small smile to appear.

“Just a little wait left, we’ll have a blast, Bud!”

“I wanna hold a Koala.” Lando says. “But not the ones that give you chlamydia.”

Daniel snorts. “We can make that happen.”

[abyssmalice]

(im done with fontaine aq)

(ok so overall impression: actually really entertaining, i really enjoyed both acts and also the ace attorney vibes are immaculate

my most important takeaways tho from the fontaine story so far tho:

CHILDE LORE CHILDE LORE CHILDE LORE that's still occupying my brain, especially in light of the whole "hydro sensitivity allows you to connect with presumedly the waters of the primordial sea which is connected to the waters of fontaine somewhere" and the oratrice being sentient and sentencing him to a guility verdict + his vision being hydro...... there is SOMETHING about these three bits in particular that i feel are very important and connected now but BITES BITE BITES

the traveler is well in their rights to not trust lyney and co. but i and, most importantly, the tonitoni in my brain are VERY MUCH TRUSTING OF HIM AND HIS FAMILY. excluding arlecchino but I CARE HIM AND HIS SISTER V MUCH.............. the part where they explained their backstory was so so soooo dark, tonitoni in my brain was practically biting the metaphorical cage bars wanting blood. if arl didn't kill someone toni would have gladly offered to do it if she heard such a story ww (TONITONI AND LYNEY AND LYNETTE FRIENDSHIP..... HAND IT OVER!!!!! please i want them to be friends even more now....!!!!! PLEEEAAASE)

SPEAKING OF TONI............ i will still need to see act 3 and in general the inevitable fatui scheme in the works, and especially see if they reveal why the oratrice gave a guilty verdict to childe - because if it's a very childe-specific reason, that may pose problems for toni in her AU as in that case, she might Not have the same verdict in her canon, which could easily snowball into other major major maaaaaajor divergences depending on what act 3 reveals. (tho i can still see her kicking up a VERY LOUD AND CRYING FUSS about a guilty verdict and getting ceremoniously jailed for it. she hates cages of any kind, after all).

also the end of act 2 with vacher basically getting. you know. tonitoni vc: Karma. aka satisfying, and i think narrative-wise very fitting while being chillingly sinister, which fontaine sure has been good at so far.

other important details while i was trekking around fontaine ignoring the aq:

i climbed this STUPID FUCKING TOWER to get a luxurious chest that was up here, but also one of the hydroculus is up here too for everyone's attention. rip. enjoy fucking climbing hell i guess (ty wanderer and zhongli pillar, my saviors.....)

also i checked that easter egg about a "furina's voice under the fountain of lucine at night" and ITS LEGIT!!!! I CHECKED IT!!!!!!!!!! the npc voices kept interrupting so i had to do a couple of listens to really make sure i heard something properly but it's real........

i also want to note that i play with jp voices on, and with my wonderful n5 level of jlpt fluency (please hear the sarcasm), i would roughly translate what i heard as:

「終わりが見えない。。。寂しい。。。痛い。。。いつまで帰られる。。。？」

"I(?) can't see the end*... Lonely... It hurts... When can I(?) return..."

*(literal translation; a more sensible one is, "It never ends.")

the question marks are there bc pronouns weren't in the dialogue itself, so i can only infer who the speaker is or who the speaker is even talking about, so for now im assuming it's themselves. and assuming i heard correctly to begin with, the phrases are VERY interesting - especially the last one. bc i dont think the other languages mention any sort of 'returning', tho i could be wrong.........)

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Any soft OC asks you feel the mood to write for Kisa :3c (I swear I'll be back when I'm less busy working KFKDKFK)

Is your OC a hugger or do they not like that sort of affection? Do they initiate a hug or get roped into them?

It isn't that Kisa isn't a touchy person, its just sometimes he gets so distracted that being touched spooks him. But in general he runs warm so he's often sought out for hugs, which he doesn't mind! He tends to hug with his 'human' arm though cause hes afraid of squeezing too tight if he uses both arms.

Does your OC have any endearing qualities?

Kisa does what he says he'll do. That is both endearing and TERRIFYING but yk. But also he sticks his tongue out a lil when he concentrates and his ears will twitch and if that ain't endearing then idk.

How does your OC react to affectionate gestures?

"Oh aren't you a sweetheart!" with a bit of a suspicious tone if he isn't particularly close to the person. "Thank you.. This means a lot to me." when its somebody he's closer to.

Forehead kisses or hand kisses?

BOTH! Kisa Giraldo is a gentleman.

Do they like oversized jumpers?

Depends. He's so fashion forward and for what.. Let yourself be comfy Kisa!

What calms they down most when they're anxious?

Knitting. Or sketching..

What makes them blush?

Not very much. Touch his collarbones tho.

What Disney/musical song do you most associate with them?

Dude idk this one and the next one always get me stuck.. Borrowed Time from the Death Note Musical maybe?

Specifically: "So tie me up and try to break me You will never change my mind I'd rather die then let you make me betray him The years roll on with or without me I'm already gone cause I'm living on borrowed time." + "I'm cheating death with every breath And every song and every sigh With every day that I don't die Is borrowed time!"

Animated Fancast?

Kisa has such a specific voice in my head I haven't found it yet..

Your OC is surrounded by puppies/kittens/ducklings. What do they do?

pet pet pet pet pet pet pet pet... and "hey don't chew on that wire-"

Do they talk to their pets?

He doesn't have any, but he would if he did.

What's a childhood memory they cherish most?

Stealing a cake from this local bakery and having a picnic in the woods with his best friend. Things were simpler, not easier, but simpler then.

Are they a romantic at heart?

Not really, a lot of it is an act. But doesn't make him any less loving.

What's the most touching gift they've ever received?

His Vision.

What's their favourite item of clothing?

So Lucille got him this gift one time- ;P

What's their most treasured possessions?

Again, his Vision. But Kisa also has a framed photograph of when Razvedka was first formed. He keeps it with him.

Do they have a comfort food? Who makes it best?

vegan ajiaco soup! honestly he gets decord to make it for him.. shh

How do they cheer up a friend when they're down?

Oh Kisa will just TALK and TALK and TAAAAAALK. can't be sad with that loud ass fast paced voice of him.

What's a guilty pleasure of theirs?

Gummy bears... ):

Is your character a bookworm?

No lol

Does your character have a particular sweet/candy they love?

Modern? sour patch kids, iirc they're vegetarian? but he doesn't eat a lot of candies or traditional sweets in canon. He loves fruity desserts though.

Who knows how they like their tea/coffee/(insert drink) best?

Galin and Inessa know his coffee and tea order the best. Lucille probably knows his favourite hot chocolate recipe though.

Do they like to have a lie in or do rise early?

Lies in lol.. Most Razvedka members don't get up before noon - 1500. He's usually awake by ten but doesn't get up until 11 or so.

Does your OC wrap themselves into a burrito to sleep or do they get tangled in the sheets?

if he forgets to take his arm off kisa will wake up fully tangled in the sheets, if he remembers to take it off he's usually pretty still in his sleep.

Does your OC like to cuddle their significant other when they sleep? If so, who is the little spoon? Would they admit it if asked?

YES, HE LOVES CUDDLES. again, pls remind him to take his arm off though. he'll be the little spoon or big spoon depending on what Luci is feeling, but they do have to sleep a certain way if he's the big spoon for uh.. obvious reasons. lmao.

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ughh ty for ur amazing tags it was so disgusting how they were 1. telling on themselves claiming poc and fat people aren't attractive and 2. wishing racism and body shaming on an actor in the name of justice(??). not that im surprised anyway their crowd was the one that demonized lucas and ignored caleb for years. one of my favorite characters is patrick and he wasn't allowed even a nightmare sequence he was just forgotten by the narrative and brushed off. a Black victim of abuse not even given a voice, just forcibly suppressed and used to move the plot along to fuel jason's satanic bullshit. he is ignored by the large majority of the fandom that focuses all their attention on white boy of the week but think hating billy is enough to compensate for their favouritism and racism. i hate how poc are treated in this show but its not enough for ppl to just direct all their performative criticism on a character they want actual racist harassment directed at them too. so disgusting.

i don't normally beef on the internet (i much prefer throwing hands irl actually, but ppl seem to enjoy hiding their shit behind a screen lol), but i really did such a hard double take at those tags.

i really can't fathom tearing down another character because your fav gets shit. i fully understand that characters like lucas and argyle don't get a lot of attention and that's likely a combination of a) the duffer's own bias sidelining those characters, and b) fans' bias in ignoring poc. that doesn't mean i'm gonna throw hands with your average eddie or steve stan or whatever, i don't find that productive. i'd rather engage with fans that already enjoy my fav or are open to consuming content about them and encourage (in this long winded example) eddie stans to enjoy argyle content without making them feel guilty about their blorbo.

same goes for every time i see someone thinking that if they kick down billy it will elevate nancy or lucas or max or eddie or steve. it's petty, it doesn't work, and the only things that result from it are a) an echo chambers where all your fellow salty mutuals will yes man you, or b) ppl who like what you just talked shit about are gonna roll up asking what your damage is. lo and behold.

even putting all of the dumb nancy vs billy nonsense aside (and for the record i think the duffers badly wrote both characters in different ways), those fucking tags were just. SUCH an accidental slip reveal of what that person really thinks. i don't think they're a horrible person or whatever but they're definitely a dick and think that as long as they hate the right character they're correct and good.

like you said, wishing bigotry on a person/character just because you don't like them is a weird fucking thing to say. at that point i barely care what the context of the post was. can you imagine saying that out loud in a room full of fat ppl/poc? i don't think any of them are gonna come to the conclusion that you mean it as a roundabouts insult against a popular hot white actor/character and go 'oh yes haha you're so right i totally think fans hating him for being brown/fat is preferable'. i personally would have torn down whoever said that shit to me irl, that's some white ass performative activism i don't have time for, but it seems like ppl don't think about how the shit they say would sound out loud irl to the very ppl they seem to be trying to support

nevermind that any given piece of billy fanfiction and an awful lot of fanart explores the trauma billy has gone through more than it goes 'ah yes blonde boy hot'. we can have tho conversations without being pricks saying shit in bad faith about it. like, most billy fans i see are huge fans of patrick and mourn his lost potential. because we know how the duffers treat their abused characters.

this shit isn't a contest, but often the shit you say about a character affects ppl who are similar to/identity with that character. if in your pursuit to hate and spit about a character, you say shitty things that make poc, fat ppl, abuse victims, etc., feel like you're insulting them or just using them as props for your wokeness, then you need to take a step back and ask yourself if maybe you needa chill and reevaluate what you're doing. it's not a good look, and neither is the mindset that revenge and punitive 'justice' should be prioritized above healing, growth, and connection.

(like c'mon we can redeem fictional war criminals but we can't let an 18 year old being abused by his dad work through his racial biases? like the latter isn't a much more common situation that happens irl to real abused teens with bigoted parents? alright)

anyway, i'm glad you appreciated my tag rambles, i really was just word vomiting in a fury lol

if you love patrick and enjoy the idea of patrick and billy interacting, i have a # patrick mcckinley tag and a # kingr*ve tag for each respectively (i lump all my patrick and billy stuff under their ship whether platonic or romantic bc patrick stuff is scarce enough as it is). cheers!

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hbjvfvsrbhjdr THANKS FOR THE TAG!!

LORE DROP YAP TIME  ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡.

Do you make your bed? NEVER!! i wouldn't do it even if someone paid me for it

Favorite number? 2! there's lore behind it too lol, when i was a kid i had this 4 parter game, and my favourite character was in the 2nd one. that's it lol, then it just stuck

What’s your job? currently sleeping. hopefully gonna get a barista job soon

If you could go back to school, would you? i'd really like to go to an art uni, if it's possible in the future, to improve and stuff. if it's any other school then absolutely not (okay maybe if its like programming then maybe that too)

Can you parallel park? nope! i only have an unused motorbike licence, i don't even know how to start a car! i seriously doubt i could park with the bike too

Do you think aliens are real? not really, i'm very skeptical. i feel like even if an alien walked up to me and was like "yo, i'm an alien" i'd ask it for a source

Can you drive a manual car? i can't drive any car! (i learnt how to drive a manual bike tho, but i can't remember that either lol)

What’s your guilty pleasure? i think i have way too many to count. the one i would own up to in front of all my mutuals is probably just. making ocs for every fandom i'm in. my brain is always running, throwing ideas together and sometimes i just make one for a fandom before i even realise it (sadly happened in forkknife too but we don't talk about it)

Tattoos? none cuz of my eczema:( but once they find a cure for this shit i'll go crazy with them. i really want a memorial one for my snake, so i can always remember and see him by just looking down

Favorite color? i loooove all pastels, but especially pink, blue and purple. also black and white

Do you like puzzles? not really. in therapy we did a bunch just to pass the time but i realised that i have no patience for this anymore lol

Any phobias? syringes. also lately i've become really sensitive to any kind of dead animal irl.

Favorite childhood sport? rollerskating and badminton! those are the only sports i've ever enjoyed tbh

Do you talk to yourself? in my head? 24/7. out loud? never. people who talk to themselves out loud piss me off cuz i can't hear my voice in my head cuz of them bydgbdj

ill tag uhhhhhh no one cuz i'm still bad at tagging people!!! :cry: if anyone wants to do the game, consider yourself tagged!! :>

Lore Drop

I was tagged by @lord-aldhelm Thank you!!

Do you make your bed? Nuh, never. I'm too lazy for that and the look of a neatly made bed gives me too sterile vibe lmao

Favorite number? Two I guess

What’s your job? I'm currently unemployed, trying to make my way through in web design

If you could go back to school, would you? I love my school years more than my adult life lmao so I probably would. If we talk about going back in time lmao I would not go to school at my current age

Can you parallel park? I can't drive so no

Do you think aliens are real? I absolutely do think aliens exist. We don't even know how many universes are out there, so...

Can you drive a manual car? Nuh

What’s your guilty pleasure? Idk shitty tv shows??

Tattoos? None, but I want some

Favorite color? Black. And grey for the nature, like have you seen the sky during the storm?

Do you like puzzles? I do! It's our family activity at our summer house, we always do some huge ass puzzles together, it's fun

Any phobias? I have bathophobia. Everyone always laughs at me, cause I was a pro swimmer who's afraid of depth, but like, yeah sorry can't control it. If I go into the water and suddenly there's nothing under my feet I start panicking real hard. And if I'm diving to check how deep the water is and there's no bottom in like 20 cm I also panic

Favorite childhood sport? Skiing. I loved skiing. I was the only child from the whole parallel in school who wanted to do skiing in our P.E. classes during winter

Do you talk to yourself? 🤔🤔🤔 Not really. Only if I'm daydreaming lmao Not talking to myself about daily stuff tho

No pressure tags:

@ulfrsmal @persephones-journey @ladyinred2248 @whitedarkmoonflower @beenovel @levithestripper @lllostgirlll @kingslionheart @bilbotargaryen @emmanuellececchi

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CAN YOU PLS MAKE AN NCT127 ANGST WHERE THEY SAY SOMETHING AND IT MAKES YOU CRY/STORM OUT AND THEY REGRET IT AND A VERY FLUFFY ENDING 😩

long, enjoy!!! also i did it in point form, bc i am Tired. hope you dont mind <3 ALSO it might be not be directly outright x member saying x thing soooo...

taglist: @goingbananasoverpotassium

→ TAEIL would probably laugh at a comment said by another member, either under his breath or out loud and your eyebrows crease when you look at him, eyes welling up with tears.

it was supposed to be like a nice tenth floor dinner, just the small lot of them since the other members didn’t want to join

apart from mark, bc of dream schedules, he would return later

it was yours and taeil’s turn to cook so you got the things ready and stuff and the members were excited to taste your cooking because taeil has always boasted about it to them

you figured it was a bad day for you, so there was just… something off with your cooking. even you couldn’t pinpoint what was the matter but the food just felt off

you warned them before hand but you could tell it was a little bad by the look on their face

but they were nice enough, and while they didn’t say it they kinda implied it. you cringed a little at how they worded bc it felt like a backhanded compliment, but you were too shy to talk back

you didn’t feel like it was ur place to

stuff like “i heard from taeil-hyung that your cooking is really good! maybe next time — don’t worry, (y/n)!” “maybe (y/n) is just having a bad day, everyone has those.”

you’re like :// but you’re still his partner, you know? these people have been with him for longer sooo

the dishes were done, being washed up and being kept and soon the members retired to their rooms

you stayed outside with your boyfriend though, just talking about the meal and how you weren’t too happy with the outcome and taeil comforted you, saying how it was fine.

mark came back and unfortunately didn’t know you cooked it, so when he was eating while you two were hanging out on the sofa, taeil could hear mark mumble something about the taste

“dang, who made this? kinda tastes funky. and weird too.” and taeil has to stifle a laugh bc the delivery was good but the comment was not it

poor mark is so confused too bc like why could he hear your sniffles and taeil’s calls out for you

this was kind of why you didn’t want to tell taeil, because you knew that he would have some trouble stopping the jokes or comments.

you don’t blame it, but sometimes you wished he would be more assertive sometimes.

there’s only a sad sigh that you let out before you escape into the safety of his room, slamming the door and taeil hesitates just a bit, going to the table to confront mark

mark’s widened eyes only make taeil feel more at fault, bc he not only failed to tell mark (which happened all so fast bc the man was so hungry after dream schedules), but also didn’t say anything (and almost laughed too)

mark also feels guilty but taeil doesn’t give another look before he stalks over to his room where you’ve locked the door, but you always have this habit of sitting against the door and taeil has the perfect method to apologise to you

he has this funny way of videoing himself and telling a lame joke that he found off the internet and even though you can hear it you patiently wait for the phone to slide under the crack of the door.

the lame joke didn’t do the trick this time, so you were still crying after he told it, but seeing the video of him telling the joke was so sad, like it wasn’t even delivered properly because he was pouting so bad and he said sorry like ten times after.

you pretended not to hear it when he was videoing but watching it back over again, you couldn’t help but laugh just a little.

“can you come back in...?” you video back and pass it back and taeil watches it and feels even sadder bc your voice is cracking :(

he wastes no time to get into the room soon tho and he tackles you to the floor to pepper your face with kisses

→ JOHNNY likes to joke around a lot, but sometimes he takes it too far and carries the joke for too long.

finally having a night to yourselves, you get settled in front of the TV to watch a movie that johnny picked out, and surprise, surprise, he chooses a horror, paranormal leaning kinda movie

now, you’re okay with those kinda movies (so sorry to the ones that aren’t bc damn i’m not good at them either), but this one just… rubbed you the wrong way

it was gory and less horror and the whole plot was so messed up but johnny made fun of you like he wasn’t screaming his ass off either and the whole buildup of the plot along with his teasing made you feel small

“oh my gosshhh, babe, are you really scared of the plot? it’s just fictional, don’t worry! big johnny here will be here to protect you!”

and soon you notice his relentless teasing wouldn’t stop and you just sit there, credits rolling and frown in your face and tears rolling down your cheeks bc the movie was genuinely scary, it was natural to feel scared and weirded out.

johnny turns to you to deliver another joke but only comes face to face with your hurt expression, tears streaming down your face and all and he takes a deep breath that is shaky and unsure and when he reaches out for you, you only recoil and it hurts johnny so much

but he knows you’re hurting more, with the things he said and whatnot that he just lets you cry it out, swallowing on the other side of the couch.

johnny takes the time to reflect, but not before putting on a video of your favourite creator or song or whatever you like to watch ya know (youtube recs come thru) and he goes into the room and you think he’s going to leave you alone, which is what you don’t want bc you’re scared as hell, but thankfully he comes back with some blankets and leftover snacks from his room and drapes it over you.

he wordlessly goes to make a hot drink and you just watch from the living room as he prepares something, a deep frown on his face when the water won’t boil fast enough or the hot cocoa drops from the packaging. he gets it done though

it’s his way of saying sorry, and soon johnny comes back to the living room, hands put together to beg you and his face plunged into the cushion you have on your lap.

he stays there silently, a small “sorry” making it’s way through when you don’t say anything after a harrowing 10 seconds, which felt like an hour to him

he’s pouting the whole night, even when you pick out a nicer, relaxing movie to watch and you say nothing as you brush your fingers through his hair as a way to tell him you accept him

he accompanies you everywhere now bc he’s afraid you’re scared, which you won’t admit but you are and you appreciate it especially when you’re going into dark places

→ TAEYONG would use other circumstances to blame things on you and say something mean in the midst of a disagreement

taeyong is level-headed in a lot of things, that’s what allowed him to be the leader of both nct and 127 while also taking care of himself. it’s a tiring job, so he finds solace in you when he’s not on schedule

he also doesn’t want to burden you, but sometimes you urge him to tell you the inside conflict of the boys (if it’s not too confidential ofc) just so you can help him if he needs any help.

there’s no pressure to tell you, you just like to help and taeyong does tell you sometimes, your views add on to yong’s and help him make a better decision than if he were to handle it by himself

one day he brings up an important matter that felt urgent and bad enough that he had to call, until the point that you had a good amount of missed calls. you were at work sooo you couldn’t answer it

and so when he’s explaining it to you, also keep in mind this is just a hypothetical situation lol

“what do you mean x member got their girlfriend pregnant?” and taeyong is like rambling off into your ear and you try your best to listen for the details. you’re worried bc it was a younger member too, probably trying to have some fun in the midst of schedules. you don’t blame them but protection would’ve been good

in short, you didn’t like the way taeyong handled it, “what do you mean you told it to the management?” “should i have not done that?”

“no! what the hell... yong! didn’t you say they might want to keep the baby?” “yeah but... telling management should come first. we don’t know anything about childcare, (y/n).”

telling SM vs not. it’s a mixed reaction between the group, but they just want the baby, the girlfriend and the member to be safe, preferably not in the eyes of the public

“there’s your mom! there’s over twenty of you, yong, that’s a lot of mothers to get advice from! even me, i’ll try my best to help. management would probably just blow this whole thing over and it’ll make fans go rabid! you-”

“i already did it!” oh man, it’s going to be hard. and you can already tell a lot of stress is put on taeyong to handle this. “you answered too late anyways.”

“so now i’m in the wrong?” he pins the blame on you for not answering fast enough. “you were wrong at the start and you’re in the wrong, now. SM said to tell them about these kind of situations!”

“oh my god, yeah but? this involves a baby!”

“you wouldn’t understand, no. i’ve been doing this shit for almost six years now, i think i rather listen to my own members than you.”

oohhh... that hurt. you hung up right away and promised yourself to keep in touch with another member to know about the situation.

what part of it did you not understand? you’ve been with him for years, what did you not get? yeah maybe you weren’t an idol but you know that yong would know about how quick SM would be to deflect any rumours and in turn bring the whole situation to light

you didn’t get how he could say something so shitty too, but, hey who are you to say right? after all you ‘wouldn’t understand’

you can’t help but feel sad for the member too and esp the girlfriend, how scared they might be in this.

well before you can dial kun or johnny or yuta you get a call from taeyong and something in you tells you to ignore it but you press the green button

he apologises profusely, different from how he usually does with a calm voice but bc this is you, his lover and partner and he had no right to talk to you like that

the argument doesn’t make you cry, but more of the making up period because you frown when he’s saying sorry but what makes you start to cry is how worried he is for the member

you aren’t in any place to judge yong’s stance on the matter either bc in the end all he wants to do is to keep the member safe, even if the method to do it was a little different

“i’m sorry, love. i’m so sorry. that was low of me.” and you apologise too, just two crying adults over the judgemental nature of korean netizens and you’re just genuinely scared bc this could ruin the member’s career.

you’re glad to hear the other members are consoling the member however so you relax a bit, just sniffling a little from the cry sesh

“we’ll get through this, right? both x member and me. you’ll help me right?”

“of course, yong, i’d do anything.”

→ YUTA is pretty naturally blunt and doesn’t realise he hurts you until he looks back up from whatever he’s preoccupied with.

yuta always loved bringing you out to shop, whether it’s to designer stores or the smaller ones in malls, you like to dress up for him to get his opinion on outfits

the yuta today was just a little annoyed, though and you didn’t blame him

there were some fans earlier than made him a little pissed bc they didn’t understand the concept of personal space. he was genuinely excited to bring you out today

in his get-up of a cap and sunglasses he silently curses when he gets caught and you can only offer a smile as the fans took photos and brought out their books for his autograph

later the item that he came out to get was also out of stock, so it added to the frustration, you think

at this point yuta just kinda wanted to go home, but he didn't want to burst your bubble so he brought you to one of those shops

you do the normal things like picking out clothes, trying them on, finding different combinations for whatever you could match and each time you come out to show yuta your outfits, he would just nod and look back down to his phone

you weren’t sure what he was preoccupied with, but you assumed it had something to do with work

here you are trying to make the most out of one date that you were able to get with him and he's throwing sort of a tantrum although silently

and so when you show him the outfit (“babe, look!”) that you’ve been planning in your head that you managed to pick out from the many choices of the shop, he only manages a “yeah it’s fine. could be better though.”

you weren’t angry per se, more of annoyed bc wasn’t he supposed to be enjoying the date with you? you know there were some unfortunate circumstances earlier but would it be too much to at least want that he return the same energy?

you’re confused and frustrated and you don’t say anything when you’re out of the changing room, returning all the clothes you’ve picked up and giving him the silent treatment

he’s confused too, now, but doesn’t think much of it when you don’t reject his hand

it’s not the best way to show your dissatisfaction but it’s only after a few good metres of a walk (into a more quiet street thankfully) that he wants to ask why you’re so silent, why you returned the clothes

and yuta wants to talk again but stops when he can hear sniffles in front of him, since you refused to turn around

and only then does he realise you’re crying and he racks his brain for whatever might’ve happened. was it the fans? was it him?

yes yuta it’s you

anyway you manage to voice out softly, about the bored look that yuta had no problem showing when you were excited about the date and yuta realises he doesn’t even know what you picked out at all

he can barely remember but it resembled an outfit you showed him the other day and he was like “shit.” “they wanted opinions and i just said that it could be better.”

and he remembers the non-stop texting from the newly employed manager who will not get off on his ass about the paparazzi and stuff, where you could get into an ugly situation fast.

yuta was pissed that he thought he would let anyone or anything hurt you and was just replying rapidly during the changing room debacle. it was bad timing

yuta explains it with a guilty look on his face, bringing you into a hug as he let you cry into his shirt. it’s not so much of a mean thing he said, just lack of communication and he feels so mean bc you were probably looking forward to this date like crazy too

cupping your cheeks, he offers a smile of consolation, wiping your tears away before pecking your lips.

“i’m so sorry, princess. let’s go home and make it up to you, yeah?”

→ DOYOUNG wouldn’t say anything to hurt you, but when he believes he’s right, that can get ugly.

it was just like a simple discussion about this particular subject while you love your boyfriend very much it was very obvious that he was wrong, at least in your book. it’s not so much of differentiating views bc i believe doyoung has to emotional maturity to see through your differences and compromise at least

this? this was hard cold facts and i’m sorry doyoung you are not the father unfortunately wrong, you stay girlbossing tho

you find yourself to be quite knowledgeable in it as well, but you assume doyoung doesn’t know and tries to mansplain (he’s literally the last person i hc to do this but this man is strong-willed when he knows he’s right. i guess he just misjudged it this time.)

tends to get sarcastic when you don’t get the things he’s saying and he kinda mocks you with his voice tone and everything

“doyoung, it literally says here!”

“no, no, i read this somewhere when i was young, it was from a book too, are you telling me i’m wrong?”

“yes, that’s exactly what i’m doing, why the hell are you so worked up about it?”

“why the hell are you so worked up about it?” he mocks, “i know i’m right.”

you roll your eyes and just like whatever right? just a small disagreement and you would have to probably see his side of the story if he’s insistent that he’s right. you’re ready to give him the benefit of the doubt, but then he decides to continue the argument with a snarky remark.

“well since you’re so smart, you would know _____, right?” can’t think of anything right now but he would bring up something that happened in the past just as an argument against you.

keep in mind doyoung is speaking from pure exasperation and anger rn so his rational mind is like dead

you sigh, just tired of this while thing bc it’s been going on for quite a while. i’m not sure if that’s enough to make you cry but it might as well make you cry later on in the privacy of your room because you didn’t think doyoung would be so childish over this

so when he sees that you’re not coming out even after hours he gets worried, his caretaker side takes over. did you have something to eat before you came over, or did you have clean clothes? he didn’t want you to sleep in your old clothes

many things are running through his mind and he tries to get into your door. locked.

you’re not one to stay silent (bc you have been for the past hours) so you quietly unlock the door and doyoung notices how pale you look and how sticky your face feels

he works out that you’ve been crying and his heart immediately breaks bc he knows he did that over a dispute that even if he was in the right, he had no right to talk and mock and challenge you and instead talk it out like adults

he immediately brings you into an embrace and you let him do it without fighting back bc you’re tired from all the crying. and now that you think back it was such a stupid thing go cry over. you should’ve stood your ground and confronted him about the way he replied but the deed’s done already

you can feel his apologies in your hair, softer than ever and full of love for you and this is the doyoung you fell in love with. he explained that it might’ve been pent up stress or frustration and while thankfully and fortunately it wasn’t a large argument, he was still incredibly sorry

offered to wash your hair and body and everything. whether it’s sexual or not is up to you but he just wants to be close to you. washes you up as another apology

didn’t let you go even in the morning, holding you tight in his arms

→ JAEHYUN i feel would try his best to talk his feelings out with you, but there’s instances where it’ll build up and it’ll erupt into arguments. the argument is not the main thing, but rather the stuff he says under his breath after.

the argument gains the attention of the other members who try their best to calm the whole thing down, but fails bc you’re two fiery, passionate people against the other

it can turn ugly when ur passion is used to anger

“didn’t you know about these kind of things before you agreed to date me? why are you complaining about not having enough time?”

“i know. i know! of course i fucking know, but this was our second year anniversary, jae! i understand that you’re busy, but you can’t just fucking ditch on a dinner i told you months ago!”

jaehyun shakes his head and the rest of them thinks is for him to calm down, but then he mutters something under his breath and you unfortunately catch it

“well yeah, then maybe you should leave so i won’t have to sacrifice my already non-existent time.” the younger members jaw drops and and taeil and yuta just shake their head, and jae knows he’s fucked up

it was more of anger mixed with sadness, bc you were crying but your mouth is screaming something he can’t make out and you’re leaving the dorm by then

he’s glued to the floor and jungwoo widens his eyes and purses his lips like “u fucked up, dude…”, but the rest of them just eggs him on to get you at least before you leave the lobby

he manages to, but your face is already so messed up that you don’t want him to look at you

jaehyun is the type to get on his knees, tbh. as small as the argument is, he hates that he made you cry and he doesn’t even say anything, but the drop of his knees to concrete is like a bell in your ears

you look back at him curiously and panic, bc what if they’re other people and they see this, y’know? thankfully it’s late at night

you don’t notice it at first bc his head is facing the floor, but soon you realise he’s crying too and is wetting the floor below you

“i’m sorry. i- i shouldn’t have said that, even if you didn’t hear it. i’m so sorry, princess.”

he sounds so sincere, and what makes it worse is that you don’t argue often. when you do it’s really noisy and chaotic, so when you apologise, despite whoever side’s right, it’s sincere

this one is too, but he looks absolutely and particularly sorry during this one and you only crouch down in front of him.

you make him look at you, cupping his cheeks in your hands and you only give him a pained smile, knowing that it was going to be hard navigating your relationship again, prioritising time, remembering dates and things like that

you exchange a look, jaehyun doesn’t react bc he feels like shit. softly, you peck his forehead, saying that “we’ll get through this together”

later he sleeps only if he’s buried in your chest, still saying sorries along with pillow talk and he falls asleep that way too

→ JUNGWOO would probably tell a joke light-heartedly, assuming the atmosphere was playful. he expected you to laugh and smack him in retaliation, but it was anything but that.

the dining table was jovial in nature and the main star of the show was jungwoo, excitedly telling everyone about something he found before when he was on a date with you

that date… wasn’t the best and you remember it so well because you recall embarrassing yourself in front of a paparazzi/fan who came up to ask for a picture, and it was weird bc why was there only this one person who was holding a DSLR?

well you didn’t think much of it, but you assumed that they wanted a pic of you two, bc you were already public as a relationship and well… she actually wanted a pic with her and jungwoo

had to figure out a whole DSLR, and while you were ok with cameras, the pressure of everything made you anxious

jungwoo brought it up in dinner with the boys, adding it on as a story that he told them and thought that you would just brush it off, and the situation itself is downright embarrassing, but jungwoo repeating it not just for you but for everyone to hear? oh man

you’ve already lost the appetite to eat, and all that, just uneasy with how easily he told everyone about the moment, and you don’t realise you’re crying until you taste the salty tears on your cheeks.

taeyong is the first to notice, using his eyes to signal to jungwoo but it’s only when the table quietens does jungwoo realise his mistake.

he opens his mouth to speak but you just leave the table biting your lip, leaving everyone dumbfounded and a little guilty for laughing. jungwoo isn’t sure whether he should chase after you, but hearing the door slam, he feels intimidated

he scarfs down the food as fast as possible, already going around the table to gather the things you liked so you wouldn’t feel so hungry. he timidly knocks

he doesn’t expect you to answer though, but the rooms are away from the living room so the members won’t have to see him sitting down and waiting for a reply. he calls out that there’s dinner again but it’s hopeless, it’s quiet except for your sobs that aren’t covered up very well

jungwoo ends up putting his head on the door, bowl of food soon turning cold as the guilt settles in him. he wishes the floor would swallow him whole but he at least wants to apologise to you properly first

you come out later to find him asleep, food spilled all over the floor bc he was set on giving it to you. the boys didn’t want to clean it up either, bc then you wouldn’t have seen the stuff he collected for you

taeyong would give him a mouthful laterfor spilling it but he’ll hold back for now

you sniffle when the door is open and jungwoo is up in an instant and already apologising to you.

mumbling “sorry’s” and “that was shitty of me” and whatever, bc he truly didn’t think much of it until he saw you walk off in sadness. worst day of his life

you quietly help him to clean up the mess, and bring him to the dining area so you could eat with him. it’s like 1am, everyone is asleep, but you just exchange small smiles between every bite as a way of reconciling.

→ MARK would probably not directly outright say it, but it’ll be something of not defending someone if they happened to say something about you.

it was probably a reunion and stuff, with two of his old friends and you had gone to the bathroom to freshen up

and you could faintly hear a finally but you don’t think much of it, but you could hear them talking, however inaudible it was

it’s only until you come out of the bathroom and one of them only shoots you an uncomfortable look b4 going into the bathroom, possibly to avoid the situation at the actual table

and when you get to the table, his friend won’t stop talking, and you can tell mark is getting uncomfortable, too, but is making no move to do anything

how bad can it be, right?

“you’re a kpop idol now, mark! shouldn’t you be going for the higher statuses? the prettier ones? i mean your partner’s nice, just, you could do better, man.”

you wish you had done something, but you could only manage to cry, which is so embarrassing bc it would’ve been more #girlboss of you to strut out of there after you tell him off or something

the words just cut deep, and the fact that your own boyfriend wasn’t doing anything hurt you more. if the other friend had left the table to “use” the restroom, then this must’ve gone on for long, already

you try to contain your tears but they flow freely, walking right out of the fast food joint to hide somewhere. you see, mark doesn’t want to hurt their feelings, bc he’s just naturally a nice guy. all he can do is muster up a glare and scrams from the table to find you

it’s bad, he can’t find you and the weather is getting colder and it’s a whole two minutes before he finds you in some place away from the fast food joint muffling your sobs

his heart drops bc what if you had been taken somewhere? that incident might’ve led to a larger one, all because his lips were sewed shut during the exchange

“i’m sorry, hey. (y/n), (y/n),” he calls your name and strokes the side of your arms, omitting pet names bc you liked it when he called you by your name. “i’m so sorry i— they were just friends that i cherished before and- i guess not any more. i didn’t know how to tell him to stop…”

your tears glisten in the moonlight and you shiver just as a gust of wind makes its way over

it’s the perfect opportunity for mark to get close by wrapping an arm around you, and while he knows it’s not over, mark smiles just a bit when you curl into him

“i’m sorry. i’m so terribly sorry, i hope you know that. you- hum, you don’t accept my apology if you don’t wanna— i understand-“

poor boy is speaking in chunks bc he’s unsure of what to say, but you let him take care of you for the night, not rejecting the confession on his bed later

→ HAECHAN can be blunt when he wants to, always joking around, but sometimes he doesn’t realise the weight of his words, i guess.

he poked fun at ur mediocre play, plus it was in a game that you weren’t even that skilled in because your main goal was to let loose.

ur day didn’t go that well, esp from the water that leaked in your bag to the disappointed look your professor gave you

“sorry about my partner, they’re not the best at the controls. they play only with their thumbs because they likes those rhythm games.”

you know how smtg small can fuck u up, as minute as the situation is? yea

once you hear the familiar laughs of his friends, it causes tears to stain your cheeks

it’s not the dreamies dw but u thought at least their friends wouldn’t have laughed so obnoxiously

like haechan makes fun of you often and you can take it but it just felt like the world against you

i don’t blame you, those moments are the worst, when everything isn’t going right

he doesn’t notice you storm out, but when he turns back to ask if you’re ready, you’re gone, stormed out the room

he panics and ignores the friends calling out for him and he’s at least able to catch your hand before you can leave the dorms

it’s so awkward bc the other members are there watching the whole thing unfold but haechan doesn’t care, just focused on apologising to you.

he traps you in his arms head hidden in your nape as he looks down at the floor and you can’t get your sobs to calm down

“i’m so sorry. i’m sorry, i know how you had such a shitty day. i’m so sorry, baby.” and you know he means it, bc he sounds like he wants to cry too but you just stay debating whether to leave him

you don’t want to tho, but you also don’t want to be in front of everyone so you just sniffle and drag haechan back into his room and you’re hesitant bc you’re sure his friends are still on the call

sweet ass bf bc he notices your anxiety and goes right into end the call. he would confront them later, but now he just wants to pamper you

you sigh and hide your face into his shirt, last bits of tears coming out and staining his shirt and haechan wraps his arms around you, muttering apologies into your hair

you played more two player and fun games after :D

that night haechan wouldn’t let you sleep until he hears an affirmative ‘yes’ that you accepted his apology

the next day he confronts his friends and cuts them off lol, no one but him is allowed to poke fun at you (and if you cry again he’ll definitely apologise)

[achelouise]

For context, please read part 1.

words: around 1k

fandom: genshin impact/原神

pairing: (hinted) shikanoin heizou x gn!reader

warnings: STILL VERY MESSY LMAO

summary: after being caught, you and heizou have a little chat.

a/n: i’m just going with the flow here, this is unbeta-ed and ehhhh, am i going to continue this? maybe, maybe not, also kazuhas mirage was WOW, my hands are shaking from such a long domain,, not complaining tho－ speaking of kazuha i might write a drunk kazuha oneshot because HE WAS SO ADORABLE, are yall up for it?

side note i finally beat floor ten yesterday, tysm kazuha for the carry－ but it immediately refreshed today lmao rip me :“D

You both slip away from the curious eyes of the villagers, just as the sun begins to peak out from the mountains of Yashiori. Honestly, your heart is pounding－ the man saw and heard for his own two eyes, you doubt he’s pulling you aside for a nice little chat.

Despite all that, you are stronger than him. You know this. You have yet to place your sword back in your sheath. You’re sure this is a good enough warning for him.

“Are you going to take me in for interrogation?” you ask. 

Shikanoin only smiles. It looks pretty infuriating on him. “I dunno. Am I?”

Shikanoin Heizou, famous detective of the Tenryou Commision. Rejecting countless offers of higher positions just to run around and apprehend criminals all day.

That’s as much intel as you’ve gotten so far. But is it intel when it comes from biased hatred? Sango seemed pretty pissed at the kid.

You snicker. “How is anyone going to believe you?”

“In a world where gods exist, I wouldn’t be surprised if someone spun a tale about demons’ contagious energy coming from miasmas.” Shikanoin retorts. 

“Demons have been mistaken for the unfortunate inflicted by Tatarigami. What makes this so different?” 

“I could go back to bring the body and let the healers check.” 

He’s bluffing so hard, but he looks so confident it nearly looks true. 

“Purged demons’ bodies are disintegrated into thin air.” You laugh. 

Shikanoin’s eyebrows furrow. You silently cheer at the achievement of stumping the oh-so great detective.

“I think we both know you could never prove demons’ existence,” you say, a hint of a threat lying beneath your mocking, carefree tone. “You just have to know you’re not insane. Goodbye, Detective.”

But as you step away from him, a gust of wind rings dangerously loud in your ear. You glance back at the glowing Anemo vision. 

This little shit wants to mess with you? He’s lucky you don’t have an Anemo vision, else you’d have blown his ass away back to Narukami already.

“I’m not here to prove anything.” Shikanoin cuts through the howls. He’s carrying a catalyst, but he isn’t even using it.

“What do you want, then? Money?” you roll your eyes. Being a slayer pays well, but you’re not one for riches. You doubt Shikanoin is, either.

“An explanation.” Shikanoin replies, a hint of a smile back in his voice. “You’re from another world, where demons roam free, yes? It never hurts to learn more.”

You call bullshit. “Why would you need to?”

Shikanoin tsks. “Learning for the sake of learning is a very valuable life lesson. Surely you’d understand, being a slayer and all?”

You calm yourself, despite every fiber of your short-tempered being urging you to punch the daylights out of him. “And why should I?”

“I might not be a high-ranking officer, but I still have a reputation. It’s my words against yours. Who would they believe?”

You bend down in a stance. “How are you so confident I won’t kill you here, right here, right now, to dispose of eye witnesses?”

Shikanoin laughs. “You feel guilty of killing a man-eating monster. What about me, a simple, ignorant, little detective?”

“The guilt I harbor is nothing compared to the importance of keeping my－ and many others’ existence－ a secret.”

But he’s right. You swore to your blade, your family, and your peers that you would never, ever lift a finger against the innocent. 

“Oho? So there are more of you?” Shikanoin grins.

“I might be bluffing.” you respond, but Shikanoin’s gaze pierces through your truths and lies. You know this, because his eyes remind you too much of your master.

“Suuuuure.” Shikanoin drawls. “You know, in Liyue there are mystical beings called the Adepti. There’s one in particular, who is rumored to be the Conquerer of Demons. Are you two－”

“No.” You cut him off. “No demon or slayer has ever crossed the sea towards Liyue or Mondstadt.”

At least, you hope so. Maybe a demon with a ice blood demon art could bridge across its humongous gap－

“So, slayers are mortals?”

“Correct.” You reply. “Inazuma is an archipelago. Many demons that were once teleported there, stay there. But…” You clench your blade and shake your head. “Nevermind.”

Shikanoin’s face morphed into worry. Perhaps he’s guessed it－ the fact that some stubborn demons on stranded islands like Tsurumi or Seirai Island are slowly starting to come towards Narukami, Watatsumi and Yashiori, in search for new life.

It has concerned the organization for the longest time. Some believe as long as they keep killing, they will eventually run out. But the problem is there is an influential figure that has Muzan’s blood－ lots of it, in fact.

“For the sake of the people, we stand against the monstrous beasts and fight with our lives.” You conclude. “Happy?”

“Dramatic! But no.” Shikanoin says with his concentrated expression, and you groan.

“Listen, I’m just a lowly swordswoman. I’m just like that Kaedehara guy. A person who wanders the world and defends those with my blade. Treat me like a fugitive, if you will.”

Shikanoin smirks. “You’re really behind the times. Kaedehara has long since been lifted of his criminal charges. In fact, he’s the talk of the town.”

“But I thought it mostly circulated around rumors?”

“Not really.” Shikanoin shrugs. “Before General Gorou of the Watatsumi successfully committed tax evasion－” 

“He what－” 

“I asked him whether Kaedehara truly did parry the Musou No Hitotachi, and he said he witnessed it with his own two eyes.” His eyes grew solemn. “Apparently, it was with the help of a vision of a late friend.”

A late friend. You hope there comes a day where it is not a common occurrence.

A wanderer who has the mighty strength to parry the will of a god. What ambition does he carry to deflect one?

The distant cry of a bird awakes you.

“Listen, you have your own work to do, and I have mine.” you say, placing your blade back in your sheath. “I’ll have a crow come yelling at me to do my job any minute now. You should probably go back to your station, or whatever.”

Shikanoin huffs. “Take me with you, then.”

You snort. “Very funny.”

One look at his face suggests that it’s not.

“You’re serious?” you ask in bewilderment.

“What? I have nothing to do these days.” Shikanoin shrugs. He walks around you in circles, a shadow of a smile at play. “Whatever technique you’re using, plus the power of the gods－ it makes you nesr invincible in the eyes of others, no? What kind of idiot would I be, if I didn’t learn it?”

Learn it? Learn it? How does one learn the pain and suffering demons bring? What kind of idiot would want to learn the skills that stem from hurt and emotional turmoil?

“You don’t understand what’s at stake here,” you hiss, the memories of the trials, the pain and suffering you’ve gone through, anger of such ignorance pulsing through your veins and straining your voice with unsung sorrow. “You can’t get attached to anyone there. All your acquaintances, your friends, the ones you save, they can be gone in an instant. 

“It’s nothing different to the battle that happened five hundred years ago. There are no chests to be found, no scenery to enjoy. You keep searching, slaying until there is one so powerful even you can’t defeat, and eventually die at their hands.”

You withdraw your emotions with a slight huff. “So please, do not even think about leaving whatever you have. This path is for those with an only motive to save. We kill those who defy us. We don’t put them in jail cells or judge their sins. Those with courage and understanding take this path.”

Your eyes darken. “Once you take it, you can never go back.”

“CAW!”

A crow’s cry alerts you, and you extend your arm. The crow’s feet grip on your arm with ease, and it cries out.

“Southeast! South-Southeast! Hop on a waverider to Seirai Island!”

Seirai Island? But there’s barely any civilization there… “What’s the situation there?” you ask, and the crow lets out its obnoxious cry.

“Demons are circling the Asase Shrine! Caw! Head over there quickly! Or I’ll peck your eyes out!”

“… That’s one feisty bird.” Shikanoin comments from his deep thoughts.

“Shut it, brat! Caw!”

You hum. “There is a House with a Wisteria Crest near Jakotsu Mine… maybe I could rest for a night there.”

“No! Head over there immediately! Immediately! Caw!”

You choke the bird. “You shut up!” you bark. “I spent a day and a half tracking down the demon terrorizing Konda Village, do you know how exhausted I am?”

The crow lets out a warbled cry, and you let it go. It speeds up to a height where you cannot reach, and hovers around you in circles.

“Southeast! South-Southeast! Caw!”

You grumble and turn to Shikanoin. “Listen, we might be the same age, but some work is best left for people like me－ homeless, and having nothing to lose. Go ahead and continue apprehending criminals or whatever.”

You turn away and begin walking. “Or maybe help that poor kid named Chouji. He’s near Jakotsu Mine, too, but his mother went to Sumeru. If you can’t find him, head to Narukami. Unlike me, he actually has a dream to travel the world.”

Maybe you could even bluff and scare him a little bit. 

“And if I catch wind of a single thing related to this incident－ you will be branded as a danger to the organization, and I will have no reason not to get rid of you. Farewell.”

Before Shikanoin can reply, you speed away, with your crow tailing behind you－ riding the wind towards danger.

yuh

part 3~

[chosonore]

infatuation

infatuation [noun. strong but not usually lasting feelings of love or attraction]

pairing: kamo choso/f!reader

summary: in a spurt of recklessness, you hire an escort to help you learn about relationships and intimacy. what you didn't expect was to fall in love with him along the way. [part of the kamo escorts collab]

wordcount: 23.3k

content/warnings: escorts au, slow burn, language, smut!!!, fluff, soft dom!choso, reader is very oblivious and painfully awkward, awkward firsts, dry humping, handjobs, oral sex (m + f receiving), fingering, uh somewhat public sex, loss of virginity, oral fixation, praise kink, lowercase is intended [VERY VERY UNEDITED]

a/n: hello here it is and finally done!!! i've been sitting at this for a week straight now and while i'm not super happy with it, it would've been a shame to just throw it out tbh. writing improvement is a slow progress after all! i'm dedicating this to @sukirichi who always hyped me up while i was writing this, happily welcomed me to the collab and who always supports my writing and i really appreciate it. thank you, from the bottom of my heart! (argh i have so many cut scenes that i ran out of space for dividers, sorry! hope the reading flow still makes sense though)

"that's what you were so worried about?" nobara looked at you incredulously, as if you grew two heads and asked for her firstborn. "you were scared that guys don't like you because you've never dated anyone?"

you let out an embarrassed whine, pushing at her arm in an attempt to get her to shut up. it wasn't your fault that she jumped to (multiple and very wrong) conclusions when you'd called her and maki, asking them to meet up so you could ask for advice. even maki looked mildly amused, patting your head apologetically. you were well aware of how ridiculous your issue sounds - the topic of dating had always made you anxious. you came from a very wealthy family that always sheltered and protected you from everything. you were their precious little girl after all; your father would rather drop dead than have you mingle with people who didn't treat you well and didn't deserve you. they meant well and it had never been an issue until you moved out to attend university (your parents had acted like you were leaving to travel the world and would never return, when really, you only moved two hours away from home).

even though nobara, maki and you had quickly become friends after you'd met at an event, you were wary to tell them about your background. it worried you, knowing how some people would treat you differently just to get on your good side and use you, so you opted to skirt around it as much as possible. it took you months until you opened up to them when you finally mustered up enough courage and trust to do so. they kept your secrets ever since, always protecting you and looking out for you. you were truly glad to be their friend. the two of them had grown suspicious when you kept declining their invites to join them for parties or to simply go to a bar and you were slowly starting to feel more and more guilty until you couldn't take it anymore and just confessed, asking them for advice.

"so that's why you're nervous even around inumaki," nobara concluded, propping her chin up in thought. "i didn't think your parents would be this protective. do they know that you want to start dating now?"

"no…" you confessed, fidgeting in your seat. "my dad, he um- he means well and usually has a good radar when he says that a guy doesn't deserve me. but i thought it was time to venture out on my own. it's good to have some experience, right?"

"i mean you're not wrong but i don't want you to be asking for advice simply because you feel pressured about dating since everyone else is doing it," maki retorted, giving you a concerned look.

you quickly shook your head. it wasn't that you felt pressured about not having any experience yet. you didn't necessarily want to admit to them that you were a hopeless romantic and liked the idea of being with someone; in the end, it was your own decision to venture. men made you nervous, you didn't know how to act around them and the thought of approaching a stranger by yourself was too scary. maybe it was a better idea to find someone to show you the ropes first, you felt embarrassed about your lack of knowledge and skills and - it wouldn't hurt to have some kind of dating training, right?

"i mean, technically, you could just ask one of the guys to take you out on a fake date. i'm sure megumi wouldn't mind," nobara was already pulling out her phone, making you grabbing her hand in panic and furiously shaking your head.

"i don't want to get them involved in this! it would make things pretty awkward and that's the last thing i would want. isn't there any other solution?" you explained quietly, playing with the hem of the dress. you felt bad for rejecting all their suggestions but you simply didn't want to be a burden to your other friends either.

"well," nobara and maki looked at each other grinning. "you could hire a fake boyfriend."

"really? you can hire tho-"

"escorts, y/n, escorts," nobara pushed her phone over to you, pointing on the screen. frowning, you read the little description. kamo escorts. you'd never thought about hiring someone, let alone knew enough about the topic. judging from nobara's face, she seemed to be well versed and it made you slightly suspicious.

"it's the easiest way for you and you have enough money to pay for their service. it's convenient, you can adjust it to your schedule and they'll send someone who fits your preferences. you choose the spot for your date and they'll make it happen, right? it's perfect and you don't have to worry about getting anyone involved," she explained, tapping at the bottom of the screen. "just give them a call, they'll walk you through the entire process. if you don't like it, you can find someone else or just abort mission."

"what do you mean they'll send someone who fits my preferences?" it did sound like an easy process, almost too easy. something was bound to go wrong, you could feel it. "i don't even know what my preferences are, so how could they possibly-"

"y/n, you might be blind but we are not," maki flicked your forehead playfully, she was more perceptive than you. "if you want, you can call them right now and we'll help you with the preferences, okay? maybe that'll ease your nerves a little."

"now?" you squeaked, eyes widening in horror. you weren't prepared at all; when you invited them over you were only planning to gather advice and then act on it.

"yeah! come on, it'll be fun and it's not like they can see your face," nobara grinned and was already dialing the number, moving away from you agilely before you could snatch the phone out of her hands. you wanted the earth to swallow you, why did they think that this was a good id-

"good evening, thank you for calling kamo escorts. my name is ijichi, how may i help you?" a male voice sounded from the phone, you instinctively dove behind the couch but maki was quicker and pulled you back with one fluid motion. curse her strength and speed.

"yes, hi, my friend here would like to hire an escort but she's too shy to do so, so we're helping her with the entire process. i hope you don't mind?"

"if it helps to ease the nerves, not at all."

nobars nudged you, holding the phone out. you pouted at her, shaking your head like a stubborn child. she rolled her eyes and pushed the phone into your hand forcefully, making you panic as you didn't want ijichi hearing your wrangling.

"um, yes, i- i'd like to hire someone but- ah nobara already mentioned that! it's for… for dates! i just need someone to go on dates with me."

"i see. is this a formal event?"

"n-no! i just need dating training of sorts, so casual is fine… if i do need to attend a formal event in the future, would that be a problem?"

"not at all, simply let us know when booking. our escorts are trained to be able to adapt to any situation and event, there is nothing you need to worry about, miss. do you have any specific preferences?"

"uh i-"

nobara leaned over your shoulder. "she prefers more mature guys! someone who's caring and attentive, someone who's not too outgoing and loud, it has to match her energy! since this is date training, there's probably going to be a lot of awkwardness so we'll need someone who is patient too. someone who can act like the best boyfriend to ever boyfriend. as for looks, i think she's fine with everything- although wait, maybe dark hair. yep, dark hair."

you couldn't believe her, she practically directed the entire call for you as if she'd made a plan beforehand, knowing that it would come to this. there was no doubt that she'd had this in mind, this was nobara after all. maki, on other hand, was watching you amused; she didn't usually engage in whatever shenanigans nobara was up to but she was always a bystander who very much enjoyed your reaction just now.

"miss, do you agree with the listed preferences?" ijichi asked after a moment of silence. you could hear him typing and occasionally scribbling on paper.

"yeah, yes, that's fine. is it possible to book him on weekends? i don't know if this is going to work out just yet so maybe once a week on fridays? i've never done this before so yeah."

"that is doable, yes. if you wish to engage in sexual relations, you may discuss it with your escort. these services come at an additional cost, of course."

"i don't-"

nobara interrupts you again, smirking at you cheekily. "it would be beneficial, so please take that into consideration when choosing the escort!"

"alright, thank you," ijichi went silent for a minute while he was organizing the files and schedules. "there are some possible candidates with whom i have to check with first. i will get back to you, should they agree to the job. after that we can exchange personal information and contacts so we can discuss the matter further."

"okay um. thank you, mr ijichi, i appreciate your help," you thanked him bashfully, giving him your number before thanking him again. you were already so deep in thought that you didn't even listen to his reply. now you've really gone and done it. were you crazy? what if your parents found out? they'd riot and be immensely disappointed in you. getting some dating experience through dating an escort, only nobara could ever come up with something like this.

"how do you feel?" maki inquired and rubbed your shoulders in concern, seeing how quiet you suddenly grew. weakly shrugging with your shoulders, you grasped the fabric of your shirt and nervously fiddled with it. the entire ordeal filled you with anxiety, a myriad of thoughts circling in your brain. it was the first time doing something "reckless" and it left you feeling nauseous.

"i'm not sure." you hesitated. "i'm curious to see how it goes but it just makes me really nervous. how do i act around him? and what if he finds me weird?"

"i don't think he's going to think you're weird just because you get nervous around guys. and besides, ijichi said he'd find the perfect guy for you, yeah? don't worry about it too much. if you don't feel comfortable after the first date, we'll figure something out."

"i guess so… um, but you guys don't mind accompanying me to it? just to make sure it's not some weird guy?" upon seeing your hopeful face, the two girls couldn't say no - of course not, you were their precious, innocent friend. as amusing as this situation was to them, they wanted nothing more than to support you and see you happy as well. you had already done a tiny step out of your little, sheltered world and much more was to come.

the ring of your phone nearly scared you to death, making you drop the book you were holding. quietly cursing, you picked it up and placed it on the table before answering the phone. who was even calling you at this time? everyone knew you were busy in the evening, slaving away on your assignments. it must be really important to interrupt your workflow like this- you almost dropped your phone in shock when you recognized ijichi's voice on the other side. admittedly, you forgot about the entire ordeal and didn't expect him to get back to you so soon. "good evening, ms y/n. i'm calling you regarding your inquiry so we can finalize all the details."

"u- uhm yes! thank you for calling!"

although ijichi was kind and patient, you were still nervous as you scribbled the details on a piece of paper. your escort's name was choso, he was a few years older than you and his schedule was very flexible. there wasn't more info, ijichi had announced that choso would call you as soon as possible. dread filled your stomach - it was nerve wracking to meet new people, not to mention someone you hired to be your fake boyfriend for the day. and now that you knew he was calling, all focus and concentration was thrown out the window. silently, you sat at the table and stared at your phone, waiting for the screen to light up. maki and nobara didn't need to know about this new development just yet as you wanted to navigate this on your own before telling them.

not too long after, your phone rang again, an unknown number flashing across the screen. it had to be him. even though you mentally prepared yourself for minutes, the anxiety came back full force. with trembling hands, you picked up, holding your breath as you waited for an answer. a deep, rather dulcet voice greeted you from the other side. you liked the sound of his voice, it almost put you at ease if it wasn't for your mind that constantly reminded you what was going on. you hastily introduced yourself to him and told him why you were requesting his services. the entire time, he was silent and let you speak - although you appreciated that he didn't interrupt you, every second that was passed in silence agonized you.

"hello y/n, my name is choso and i'll be your escort for the time being. ijichi told me you were looking for someone to pose as your fake boyfriend?"

"ah, uh yes sort of! i don't… have any experience when it comes to boyfriends and that kind of stuff. and i- i just wanted to learn what it's like to d- date and- and," your voice got smaller and smaller, until it was a mere whisper that was filled with all kinds of embarrassment that you felt. you couldn't help it, hopefully choso was still able to decipher what you were explaining. "you know, k- kissing and all that stuff. i've never done it with anyone before."

"i see," choso paused for a second, making your heart race. "i can't say i've had this situation before but i'm confident in my skills to guide you through this. before we first meet, let's set some boundaries so you feel comfortable at all times, okay?"

you hummed and nodded, although he couldn't see you over the phone. choso sounded like what nobara had described your ideal type - ijichi really had delivered and chosen the best possible match. choso knew what to say and how to steer the conversation in such a way that it didn't make you feel helpless or anxious. and you, in turn, felt like you could trust him with this issue.

"y- yes! uhm when i first called ijichi, a friend of mine helped me with the process and requested someone who was comfortable with sexual relations but… uh, to be honest, i never thought of requesting them. i'm not entirely sure if i want to do it either… i want to approach this in a slow manner, as slow as possible."

"alright, i can work with that. as for our first meeting, have you picked a time and location?"

you sighed in relief. choso seemed like a really nice and understanding person, leaving most of the options up to you. you knew it was part of his job but it felt nice to know that he was so forthcoming and accommodating. for the first date, you’d chosen a nice restaurant that had good reviews and little private booths. even though there was no way your father would ever magically appear and find out about your escapades, you were still trying to be secretive and cautious. the restaurant was situated in a widespread estate with beautiful gardens, the perfect spot to take stroll after dinner. in all the romance books you’d consumed, these type of dates seemed to be very popular - you thought to yourself why not? as you discussed your plans with him, you briefly wondered what he looked like. it felt weird asking him about it and you'd meet him soon anyways. maybe he looked like what you thought his personality was - like a prince charming? the prince that your dad had always assured you would come along. a small giggle left your lips at the thought of it; it was silly to believe it would turn out to be the love of your life. though it made you giddy thinking of your prince charming.

“is everything okay?”

“ah sorry, everything’s fine! i just had a silly thought a moment ago, that’s all,” reassuring choso quickly, you rubbed your cheeks in embarrassment. he must’ve thought that you were going crazy. “anyways, thank you for um, everything. i feel more comfortable now that i’ve discussed the details with you, thank you for being so patient. i look forward to meeting you!”

on the other end, choso hesitated, startled by your sudden enthusiasm when you were rather shy and timid before. it seemed that you were willing to open up a little more. he was curious himself, never having dealt with such a case before. usually, only experienced people who were looking for eye candy to accompany them to fancy events would hire him. he couldn’t imagine what you were like before meeting - it was nicer to get to know you in person after all, for the sake of a date setting. still, how were you able to afford the services? considering you were most likely a college student, he couldn’t fathom what lengths you went just to gain some experience. though he supposed, he shouldn’t judge you too quickly.

“i look forward to meeting you as well. see you on saturday, y/n.”

for hours you’d gone back and forth between outfits - casual? or more cute? maybe a mix of both? maki wasn’t much of a help either, mostly just giving you a thumbs up for every outfit while nobara had something to criticize about every outfit. you sighed, tossing yet another shirt onto the heaping pile of clothes. it was hard trying to impress someone that you didn’t know. the last item on your list was a simple, flowy dress and it seemed to be the best fit. you didn’t want to agonize over the choices any longer, seeing that the date was inching closer and closer. maki looked like she was bored out of her mind as well, scrolling through her phone as she was lounging on your couch with nobara. “are you sure you’ll be fine?” maki questioned you again. she was relieved about your good mood, how you were less apprehensive about the entire ordeal. when you first told them about choso after the phone call, you sounded slightly excited and were gushing about how nice he had been. you were hopeful that you could learn a lot from him. however, maki couldn’t help but worry about you, constantly making sure you were feeling okay.

“i’m sure i’ll be fine, don’t worry! we agreed to just have dinner today and let me test the waters… we’re really just doing whatever i feel comfortable doing for now,” you explained to the two of them, smoothing out the dress before grabbing your bag. “so yeah, i’m ready, i think. i mean if anything was to happen, i’ll let you know right away. i really have to go now though, you guys coming?”

nobara made a noise of protest, not wanting to get up from your bed which promptly earned her a nudge from maki. you giggled at your friend’s antics, grasping her arm to pull her up. as lighthearted and happy as you acted, you tried to hide your nervousness in front of your friends. worrying them did no good. as the three of you made your way to the restaurant, you checked your phone to see a text message from choso who asked to meet you in front of the building. you agreed, telling him that you would be there soon. the phone pinged again, choso had sent you a simple smiley. it made you grin a little, earning a suggestive glance from nobara whom you gently shoved.

"text us if anything happens, yeah? we can also pick you up afterwards so don't worry about it," maki reminded you again as you rounded the corner of the street, stopping mere meters in front of the restaurant so you could say goodbye to them. again, you reassured them that you would do as they suggested. you would be fine, because after all, choso was a professional. waving at your friends’ retreating figures, you slowly walked towards the entrance and let your eyes wander. the streets were busy, you couldn’t immediately make out anyone who was waiting in front of the restaurant. not that you really knew what choso looked like, you just hoped your search wouldn’t get more difficult with people waiting in the front. glancing at your reflection on the windows of a parking car, you made sure that you looked presentable and approachable.

“y/n?” your soul nearly left your body as you got startled by a deep voice behind you, now suddenly being aware of the figure behind you. whirling around, you almost hit the other person with your small bag with the swing. your eyes widened and you apologized profusely, fussing around to make sure the person was okay until you paused. wait a minute. this person knew your name. abruptly leaning back so you could look at the person’s face - they were very, very tall - you incredulously stared at them before spluttering: “c- choso? you’re choso?”

the taller male nodded, gently grasping your shoulders to steady you. on your bare skin, his hands felt scalding hot, making you painfully aware of how close you stood to each other. choso, for a lack of better terms, looked nothing like you’d expected but you couldn’t complain. he was attractive, very much so. he almost fit into the bad boy category, the type of men your dad would never let you close to. you felt inexplicably drawn to choso, like a moth to flames and you just couldn’t look away. he stared back at you, dark eyes glinting with concern as he took in your form. as your voice had suggested, you appeared to be a rather shy and timid person, looking at him like a deer in headlights. choso thought you were adorable, the way you were holding onto the sleeves of his shirt to not fall.

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to hit you! you just really scared me there,” you apologized again, letting go of the fabric in embarrassment. luckily, he didn’t seem to mind, patiently waiting until you were composed again.

“don’t worry about it, i’m okay. it’s nice to finally meet you. should we head inside?” he offered you his arm which you gratefully took and followed him inside. truth to be told, you were starstruck by him, still too flabbergasted to say another word. thankfully, choso had picked up on your speechlessness, silently chuckling to himself as he led you to your private booth. you sat across from him, quietly thanking the waiter as he handed you the menu. eyes flitting back and forth between it and choso, you fiddled with the hem of your dress. what would you even talk about? you felt awkward, not knowing what to ask him; your confidence had suddenly vanished with the earlier incident.

“you look like you’re about to faint,” choso teased you, giving you a cheeky smile. “i’m not gonna bite you, i promise. i’m supposed to be your fake boyfriend, right? ask me whatever you want, just act like we’re good friends. it’ll get better with time.”

you nodded eagerly, face heating up at the mention of boyfriends. how does one even act around them without prior experience? let’s not dwell on it for too long, you thought to yourself. fidgeting on your seat, you pointed at the menu. "do you already know what you'll be getting? a lot of people online recommended their signature dish so i thought we could try it… but all of their dishes sound really good!"

“how about we order different dishes and try from each other then?” choso suggested in response, amusedly watching how your eyes lit up at his idea. you nodded quickly, delving back into the menu to find your desired dish. glancing over to his side to see what he was looking at, you then pushed your menu over to him, pointing at the dish you would be ordering. choso nodded in understanding, skimming the pages until he found a dish that complimented it. not wanting to let you wait any longer, he gave the waiter a sign, ordering for the two of you. across of him, you stayed quiet, still contemplating what to ask him.

“feel free to ask me anything,” choso reminded you again, propping his chin on his hand and leaned closer to you. “when you first get to know someone, dates are really just to spend time with each other and getting to know the other person. if there’s something you two have in common, you’ll just go from there and bond over it, yeah?”

humming in thought, you nodded and looked up at him. “so uhm… what do you like to do in your free time? i’m still in uni, so i spend most of my days studying. but i really like reading when i’m free and i also volunteer at an animal shelter. the pets there make me really happy!”

“my job takes up the majority of my time, so i try to spend time with family and friends as much as possible. my younger brother has gotten me into surfing and paddle boarding, i really enjoy doing that. what do you study, if i may ask?”

“i want to become a veterinarian in the future! it’s been my dream ever since i was younger, so yeah… you said you have a younger brother? i have an older sister but we don’t have much in common since she’s a lot older than me. but um surfing! so you spend a lot of time at the beach, right? i haven’t been there in a long time.”

“if you still wish to continue after today’s date, we could go to the beach next time? i can teach you, it’s not that difficult.”

surprised, your eyes widened at his suggestion. he seemed to be confident that there would be a next time and you couldn’t even deny that possibility. so far, you were easing into the conversation more and more - the process was more natural than the whole setting suggested. though he still made you nervous, he had been nothing but respectful of your space and friendly. not to mention that you were attracted to him as well; if you hadn’t hired him, you could imagine actually getting close to him.

"i- i'd love that." as you told him more about yourself and listened to his stories, you didn’t notice how much time had passed until the waiter suddenly appeared in front of you, presenting you the dishes. your mouth was watering at the sight of the delicious dishes, you couldn’t wait to dig in. quickly thanking the waiter, you then took a bite from the dish after he left. you sighed in satisfaction, taking your time to properly taste the first bite.

“this is so good, you need to try it!” you gushed, pushing your plate closer to the middle of the table. choso chuckled, sharing his plate with you as well. as you took in all the side dishes, he'd already taken it upon himself to pick up a smaller piece with his chopsticks, nudging it towards you. you looked at him confused, then back at the small piece of food. was he trying to-? carefully, you leaned in and let him feed you, confusion and hesitation immediately melting at the taste. the food made you happy, but the unusual intimacy and closeness that he just showed you wasn't lost in between the myriad emotions.

as you had dinner, the previous conversation continued. choso was a few years older than you, has been working in this industry for two years now and preferred coffee over tea. he disliked early mornings and liked to sleep in until noon. his most precious and valued object was a polaroid camera, he wanted to have photos commemorating important occasions or moments that were special to him. all these little details made you feel like he was less of an escort that you'd hired but more of a friend. much to your surprise, the conversation ran smoothly and there were no awkward, silent gaps. you supposed it was only natural; you felt comfortable with him so it was easy to talk. had it been any other guy who didn't understand you or your intentions so well, you probably would've closed up.

"do you want to take a stroll around the estate? i heard the gardens are really beautiful," you asked choso, a hopeful glint in your eyes. dinner was finished long ago, silence filled with light conversation and teasing from choso’s side. you weren’t sure where to go from this or how to suggest being… more intimate. choso had suggested you would go slow - but how slow was too slow? and if you were to go with the flow, when would be the right time?

“i would love to,” choso’s reply pulled you out of your thoughts, focusing your attention back to him. lost in your thoughts, you nodded and called a waitress over to pay the bill. you felt choso’s gaze on you, making you queasy. what did he think of you? or this entire ordeal? you wondered. as he stood up and moved behind you, you nearly jumped out of your skin when he placed his hand on the small of your back, guiding you out of the restaurant. the touch was unfamiliar, heavy and scalding even through your clothes, but not unwelcome. a strange feeling welled up in your chest, crawling its way up your throat, constricting it in such a way that it distracted you from coherent thoughts.

seeming to notice your conflict, choso stepped to the side, offering you his hand. you glanced at it, hesitating. “boyfriend experience, remember?” he grinned at you, patiently waiting until you took his hand. his hand was much bigger, almost entirely engulfing yours as you intertwined your fingers. gently swinging your arms back and forth with the flow, choso lead the way through the paths of the garden. having looked forward to it, you suddenly found yourself too distracted by him. the flowers and trees were beautiful and so were the statues but he was the one that caught your attention.

“my hands aren’t sweaty, are they?” you asked after a moment of silence, stopping to face choso. he laughed and shook his head, flicking your forehead gently.

“stop worrying about things too much, you’ll be fine. you don’t see me complaining, do you?”

“i mean that’s true… but i can’t help it! there’s just a lot to uh, think about…” your voice trailed off, you let his hand go to cover your face in embarrassment. choso inched closer to you, grasping your hands to pry them off your face. remaining stubborn, you pulled them back in, a giggle breaking from your lips when he tried again, playfully pinching your cheeks.

“want me to take your mind off said things?” he asked with a low voice, inching in further until your back hit a tree trunk behind you. he was so close, too too close. weakly, you pushed at his chest, trying to get him to back off. the sudden closeness that threw you off - your heart was racing at a million miles an hour, the endless possibilities dancing around your head. “how so?” your voice came out quiet and breathless, as if you were anticipating anything, something… his touch perhaps?

“do you feel comfortable with me?” without hesitating, you nodded in agreement. choso didn’t question you any further, simply gave you a knowing smile before diving in and pressing his lips against yours. instinctively, you stiffened, hands clenching around the fabric of choso’s shirt. breath caught up in your throat, you struggled to ease into it. you pulled away from him, squeezing your eyes shut in shame.

“i’m sorry that-”

“don’t apologize,” choso comforted you quickly, clasping your hands in his and intertwining them. thumbs gently rubbing the back of your hands, he lifted one of them to press a kiss against your knuckles. you blinked perplexed; your heart fluttered at the gesture. “don’t overthink it, there’s no science to it, yeah? just follow the flow, whatever feels good. we’ll go from there.”

giving you a moment to collect yourself, he leaned back in, silently waiting for permission. again, your breath hitched but this time, it wasn’t the nervousness. it was his eyes that drew you in, demanding all of your attention. dark, with unknown depths, that glimmered with mischief. ever so slightly, you tilted your head up to meet his lips. his warm lips pressed against yours, slowly testing the waters and letting you set the pace before deepening the kiss. now less hesitant, you kissed him back with more fervour, losing yourself in the feeling. it felt awkward and strange now that you let him guide you, leaving more space for you to ponder about the feeling that it evoked inside of you. you were glad he was holding your hands, otherwise you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. the kiss brought forth a pleasant, tingling feeling - the sort of feeling that pulled you in, lulling you in warmth.

when choso pulled away, you almost mewled in disappointment, chasing after him. he let out a breathy laugh, cupping your cheek. “how did that feel? was it okay?”

“y- yeah, i liked it. felt very strange at first but once i was able to ease into it, it was… more natural and felt really good,” you explained to him shyly, leaning into his hand. longingly, you gazed at him. would it be weird to ask for another kiss? you wanted explore the feelings more, the intimacy of it, wanted to feel more of him. as if sensing that you were craving more, choso leaned in again, stopping a few centimeters in front of your face. with a sudden surge of boldness, you closed the distance between you, leaning up to kiss him. choso's arm snaked around your waist, pressing you closer to his body. gradually your body felt hotter, a dull ache accompanying it, spreading across the expanse of your stomach.

before you could act on the urge, choso pulled away again, pressing an apologetic kiss to the corner of your lips. "sorry, i don't want to get too carried away and we're… uh in public," he laughed at your horrified expression upon realizing your mistake. "i take it that you're still comfortable with this? do let me know if it gets too overwhelming for you.”

“n- no, it’s fine! it was uh, an interesting insight. i just wasn’t expecting to really get into this, considering- considering i hired you for this and don’t really know you.”

choso hummed in agreement. “i guess there has to be at least a smidge of attraction for it to work, yeah?” you looked at him stunned, trying to decipher the look in his eyes. you couldn’t place it; couldn’t place the feeling of longing that was emerging in you. when he looked at you like that, it was difficult to remind yourself that he was just an escort that you hired for your personal problems. when he looked at you like that, it filled you with warmth, making you want to pretend that he really cared about you as if you were in a relationship.

“yeah… yeah, i guess so.”

nervously, you were twiddling with your phone, contemplating whether to text choso or not. after the last “date”, you felt confident enough in continuing your… relationship of sorts. he was great at guiding you, always making sure you were comfortable and moving at your pace. you did let him know that you would book another session, you just hadn’t set up a date or time yet. and casually texting him felt awkward. hey, how’s your day? oh by the way, i wanna book another session so we can make out haha? maybe calling was a better idea. there was no plan ahead, never did you think you would even get this far.

the dial tone made you nervous. you chewed on your bottom lip as you waited for him to pick up, bouncing your leg up and down. maybe he was busy? it was early in the afternoon after all, he was probably already out with other clients. “hello? y/n?” choso sounded groggy, his voice raspy and deep as if he’d just gotten up. it sent electric shocks right down your spine, raising goosebumps across your skin. never had you thought about a man’s morning voice before, but choso had you wondering, imagining. you spluttered: “oh hey uh are you busy? i’m not interrupting you with something, am i?”

“not at all, i just got up,” choso admitted with a quiet chuckle. “everything okay? are you calling in for another appointment?”

“ah, yeah! i thought that we worked quite well and there’s still a few more things i want to learn with you, if you’re up for it? if you’re comfortable with it too, of course!”

“mhmm, i wouldn’t mind,” choso pondered from the other side. sounds of rustling and a few clangs resounded before you could clearly hear his voice again. you were glad that he agreed to it, meaning that you weren’t entirely… hopeless in that department. for days, his words were ghosting around in your head, a constant reminder that he seemed to find you attractive as well. not that he showed it, staying professional despite the nature of your relationship. it was nice to imagine that someone would look at you like that, at your shy and timid self.

choso was meticulous about his work, working on every detail and concern until he was satisfied. even though he looked so easy going, from time to time he had to admit that he was a perfectionist and easily frustrated when something didn't go the way he expected. so when you rolled around, so innocently asking for help, it threw him off. the feelings of confusion grew when he first met you, unable to pinpoint the origin of this urge, possessive and demanding, reaching its tendrils out to you. the way you reached out to him for help, the fact that you wanted to continue, wanted him to teach you. it thrilled him to the core when it really should not. he had to remain professional. but he was curious, so curious. indulging a little wouldn't hurt, right?

to choso's surprise, the next venue you'd chosen was the own comfort of your home. you were barely acquaintances, more like strangers, and yet you felt confident to invite him here. at the phone you had told him that your friends thought you had weird ideas about dates due to only seeing glorified versions of them on tv shows and movies. it embarrassed you enough to take their advice, inviting choso over for a movie night as opposed to visiting another fancy venue with him. prior to the date, you went through movie suggestions and rented the ones that you thought were interesting and enjoyable for the two of you. despite your put together attire and look, your apartment did not reflect the sentiment. it was a little chaotic; books and paper stacking up in every free corner of the apartment, pens strewn across surfaces and here and there choso could spot memorabilia and photos.

you gave choso an apologetic look when you let him in. despite your best efforts to clean up, you were still not happy with the outcome. tidying wasn't your strong suit but you tried to make it as accommodating as possible. choso assured you that he didn't mind at all, telling you that it added to the charm of the apartment. it was unusual to have someone other than your friends or family in the apartment - your home was your sacred space that you rarely ever showed anyone else, let alone someone you had hired. choso took a seat on the couch, turning to look at you as you went to grab some glasses and drinks.

"i uh, told my friends about my plans and they just told me i have weird expectations of dates," you explained choso, placing the items you'd grabbed on the coffee table and rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly. "they said it would probably just be better to have a simple movie night since a lot of people do that. and it would… make things a lot easier i- if we go fu- further…" the implication was hanging in the air, you didn't dare to speak them out. choso gave you a knowing smile, patting the empty space beside him. gingerly, you sat next to him, squeaking in surprise when he snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you to his side. with wide eyes, you stared at him, still trying to wrap your head around the casual close proximity with the taller male.

wordlessly, you started a random movie, trying to focus on it. throughout the duration of it, choso would ask you questions about your day, how uni was going or whether you felt comfortable. you couldn't focus, not with him being so close. how you made it through the first movie you didn't know. you were hyper aware of choso's wandering hands, the ghost touches his fingers left, how he absentmindedly rubbed your legs that were resting on his lap. straining to keep your eyes on the screen, your neck already felt stiff from the tension.

"i can tell that you're distracted, you know?" choso hummed, hands squeezing your legs gently to catch your attention. pretending to not be affected by it, you shook your head. you didn't want to show him that you wanted to proceed, not yet.

"i'm trying to concentrate," you shushed him quietly, playfully pushing at his arm but still not looking over to him. silence. you assumed you'd convinced him that there was nothing wrong until you felt his hands innocently move a little higher, rubbing the top of your thighs. clenching your fists, you stayed put, unwavering in your resolve. choso's hands wandered, alternating between featherlight touches to using more pressure. he kept his eyes on you, gauging your reactions to him. you brought your hand up to cover half of your face. it was embarrassing, the way your breath came out laboured in response. without warning, arms were hooked under your knees, dragging you across the couch and seated you on his lap. you made a noise in protest, now finally paying attention to him. choso wasn’t sure why but it had bothered him that you were so adamant on keeping your attention on the movie as opposed to keeping your eyes on him.

choso wasn’t sure why but he craved your attention, wanted you to look at him only. his resolve crumbled when you looked at him with wide eyes, grasping the sleeves of his shirt to steady yourself. he couldn’t help but kiss you, swallowing your surprised mewl before you returned the kiss. pleased at your eagerness, he gradually deepened the kiss, licking at the seams of your lips. you gasp in surprise and parted your lips slightly, whimpering in anticipation. it felt unfamiliar and yet thrilling at the same time, fueling and flaring up the dull ache in the pit of your stomach. before choso could go any further, you pulled away and hid your face in the crook of his neck. “what’s wrong? did i go too far?” he questioned concerned, rubbing your back in soothing circles.

“no, no, not at all,” reassuring him quickly, you awkwardly turned in his lap, legs still thrown over it. “i uh just wanted to try to take initiative myself, figure things out without getting hints from you… if that’s okay?”

a sigh of relief left choso’s lips. silently, he gave you his approval and leaned back, watching as you shuffled clumsily. finally, you straddled his lap and placed your hands on his chest. in the dim light, you couldn’t make out his face expression - choso was glad that you couldn’t, otherwise you would have been able to see how much it was affecting him, how he was slowly losing his composure and control around you. but this was about you, he was there to help you explore this type of intimacy. releasing another shaky breath, you then leaned in and softly kissed him. you kept a languid tempo, slowly and surely cracking his restraint. trying to mirror what he’d done earlier, you pushed further, timidly licking into his mouth as he parted his lips.

seemingly not being able to hold back anymore, choso pushed against you with equally as much fervour, gripping your chin and tilting your head ever so slightly. his lips moved against yours, sucking your bottom lip, eliciting a whimper from you. again the ache in the pit of your stomach was flaring up, uncomfortable and yearning for relief; you moved against his lap, pressing your body against his when your crotch dragged against the bulge in his jeans. choso groaned, hands flying to grasp your hips and steady you.

dazed, you gave him a confused look. choso cleared his throat, lifting his hips ever so slightly so you could feel his arousal again. when the realization hit you, your face heated up - you were surprised to find out that he felt aroused… by you.

“oh.”

“yeah.” choso retorted dryly, hands rubbing at his face in embarrassment. “fuck, i’m so sorry. it wasn’t meant to get out of hand like this, i don’t know how far you planned ahead for today but i-”

“uhm if you don’t mind…” you hesitated. but curiosity simply got the better of you, you wanted to see him breathless and feel as hot and bothered as you did. “could i uhm. you know? give you a handjob? only if you don’t mind because i want to know how to please uhm, please people.”

choso swore under his breath. you had no idea how painfully hard you were making him. quietly encouraging you, he leaned in to kiss you again and guided your hands to his jeans. you fumbled with the button and zipper, hands trembling slightly. it took you a few tries until you were finally able to unzip his pants, a giggle left your lips at the thought of how clumsy you were. your hands gently rubbed at the tent in his boxers, breath hitching as choso’s hips jerked. gaining some courage, you slightly put on more pressure and watched fascinated when choso’s fingers digged into the fleshy skin of your hips in anticipation. slowly, you pulled the waistband of his boxers down until it revealed his cock. choso hissed at the cold air that was biting at his skin.

carefully, you wrapped your hand around the shaft, marvelling at how the skin felt on your hands. sensing your cluelessness, choso wrapped his larger hand around yours and guided you into a slow rhythm to get you used to the movement. sucking in a deep breath between his teeth, he praised you: “you’re doing good, y/n. fuck, you’re being such a good girl.”

your heart soared at the praise. eagerly, you leaned up to kiss him, still stroking him in slow movements. choso moaned against your lips, the deep sound spurring you on, eager to hear more of his reactions. when you finally felt more comfortable continuing on your own, choso pulled his hands away and instead settled them on the small of your back, sliding them down until they were resting on your bum. you wrapped your other hand around him as well and paid attention to his reactions, adjusting the pressure and pace accordingly. choso buried his face in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet praises in between his moans. eventually your name left his lips; it set your entire body in flames, desperate want clinging onto your bones.

“fuck, i’m close,” he groans against the skin of your neck, hips rutting up to meet your movements more frantically now. you weren’t entirely sure what to do, opting to simply match the pace. shudders wrecked through choso’s body as he came, warm cum painting your small hands and running down your fingers. he was panting, leaning back against the couch and watching you with hooded eyes. the sight in front of you stirred something inside of you - choso’s flushed face, the slight sheen of sweat on his skin, his kiss-bitten lips. with curiosity, you inspected the liquid on your hand. lazily, choso grasped your wrist, holding them away from you. “‘m sorry. do you have a tissue?”

you tilted your head, tugging on the sleeves of his sweater with your other hand. “uh i- i’ve heard from others… um. can i try?” you asked quietly. choso’s grip on your wrist weakened; he gave you an incredulous look, as if you few two heads. out of all things, he didn’t expect you to suggest that. fuck, he felt the blood rushing right back down to his cock. just the thought of you, doing that - it was enough to make him cum again. “go ahead, if you feel like it,” choso whispered in a low voice. dark urges overcame him again, begging him to give in, to make you bend to his will, to submit, to-

his thoughts came to a screeching halt when he saw you unashamedly pop a finger in your mouth, licking the come from it. there wasn’t any reaction from you really, you gave him a sheepish smile afterwards and gratefully took the tissue he offered you. he helped you wipe your hands, diving in for another kiss. “sorry, i think i just short circuited,” choso laughed embarrassedly, another kiss was pressed to your temple. “that was just… uh- fuck.”

“r- really?” you stammered, hiding your face in your hands. “it’s okay if it wasn’t that great for you, it was my first time after all, i-”

choso hushed you, going for another open mouthed kiss, eliciting a whimper from you. “yeah, really. fuck, the things i want to do to you,” he shook his head, not wanting to get sidetracked again. “but this is about you. we’ll only go as far as you’re comfortable. did you feel like you learned enough for today?”

“mh- hmm. thank you,” you leaned your head against his chest, closing your eyes as a sudden tiredness washed over you. choso’s fingers dancing across your skin were slowly lulling you into a comfortable slumber. “what is it that you want to do to me? will you show me one day?”

choso cursed, shivers running down his spine.

“if you want to, of course.”

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now that you’d met choso a couple of times, it was pretty obvious that you took some liking to him. after that fateful day, nothing else had happened as you wanted to work on easing into relationship dynamics and feeling less insecure about things - choso had been nothing but sweet and mindful about it, even went out of his way to find suitable locations for your dates. somewhere along the way you had started to text more casually, the strictly business type texting long forgotten. gradually, the two of you opened up to each other, the lines between escort and client slowly blurring and intertwining.

choso had promised to pick you up after your shift at the animal shelter for your next date; for today he had suggested you come over to his place for a change. the thought that he was willing to let you in his home, let you have a glimpse into his personal life, it made you giddy with anticipation. despite getting closer to each other, he remained a mysterious person and you didn't want to pry. after all, you were merely his client. but what if you were more- patting your cheeks to put some sense back into you, you leaned down to pet the dogs. unbeknownst to you, choso had already entered the building and watched you with a soft smile as you gave each of the dogs their deserved belly rubs before you left.

you didn't take any notice of him until some of the dogs perked up and carefully trudged over to sniff at the stranger. turning around on your heels, your eyes widened as you took in choso's tall figure. you quickly apologized, telling him that you would be joining him right away to which he simply shook his head and reassured you that you were fine. your co-workers were eyeing choso curiously, one of them wiggling their eyebrows at you. in response, you waved it off, too embarrassed to set the record straight. choso looked so awfully much like a boyfriend in this moment - the way he was dressed in casual clothes that accentuated his physical features so well, the soft smile he gave you as he offered you his hand to take, the way he sounded genuinely interested and curious when he asked you about your day.

silently, you took his hand and followed him out of the building - you could feel your co-workers’ inquisitive gazes like laser beams on your back. while they were never particularly nosy about your personal life, it was unusual that someone would pick you up from work; much less someone that you seemed to be romantically interested in. surely, they would grill you the next time you would return to work. “they think you’re my boyfriend,” you explained to choso sheepishly, glancing down at your intertwined hands. choso squeezed your hand and nudged your side gently. “am i not?” he winked at you cheekily, making your face heat up. he had asked in such a serious voice that you’d briefly questioned yourself.

“n- no, not really,” you replied quietly, looking away from him. choso reached around you to open the car door for you. in the window reflection you could see his face expression; it was rather somber, almost as if your words had hurt him in a way. the emotion was gone from his face when you blinked. maybe you had just imagined it. getting close to him on that level was unattainable, no matter how you twisted it. it just wasn't right.

the car ride was mostly quiet, only the sound of choso's car playlist accompanying you. somewhere along the way he had reached out to intertwine your fingers, resting his hand on your thigh. holding hands was almost natural to you now, the way his hands automatically sought out yours whenever possible. in response, your heart was racing, filling with the all too familiar feeling of yearning. whether you were simply yearning for the intimacy and closeness of a relationship or for him, you weren't entirely sure. while choso had told you about himself for the sake of the fake dating, there were still unknown facettes. it was impossible for you to get to know all of him, not when he was selling a fantasy to you. and yet, you found yourself craving more of him, beyond what he was willing to show you.

choso parked his car in the garage, turning his body sideways so he could look at you. "you okay? you look like you were quite lost in thoughts," he hummed curiously, rubbing circles on the back of your hand. what could you possibly answer to that? hey i'm questioning our fake relationship and it's going beyond what i expected? abruptly, choso hoisted you across the seat onto his lap as if you'd weighed nothing. "a penny for your thoughts? or should i take your mind off things?"

"i- i think i would… rather not talk about it," you whispered quietly, gaze skirting away from his eyes. choso frowned, slightly irritated - he had a small inkling why he reacted this way but banned the thought to the back of his head. he understood that as a client, you wouldn't disclose details of your private life to him. but he found it difficult to circumvent your dropping mood when he couldn't tell what was going on.

"i understand," choso was about to open the door when you suddenly cupped his chin and dove in for a kiss. he was caught off guard - rarely did you ever initiate kisses, usually shyly asking beforehand. feeling bold, you pressed you pressed your hips down, grinding against his crotch. choso groaned, gripping your hips to guide you while thrusting his hips up to meet yours. he enjoyed how you shuddered at the newfound pleasure, the delicious friction making your toes curl. "does baby want me to take her mind off things?" he murmured with a raspy voice, peppering kisses across your jaw.

"please," you mewled needily, hands grabbing onto his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin. choso complied, sliding his hand up to tangle in your hair and gently pulled at it, tilting your head back. you were panting by the time he was moving down the column of your neck, nipping and sucking at your skin. lower and lower, until he reached the top of your breasts; with swift movements, he yanked your shirt and bra upso , pressing open mouthed kisses to them before wrapping his lips around your nipple. your voice cracked as you moaned his name, hands flying up to bury your hands in his hair. distracted by the ministrations, you didn’t notice choso’s free hand sliding down your front until you feel the coldness of his hands on your skin. you squirmed, giggling at the cool sensation - the giggle died abruptly when he dove lower, fingers rubbing your clothed pussy languidly.

“c- choso! we’re still in the g- garage, people can see!” you stuttered scandalized, tugging at the tips of his hair to grab his attention. choso simply hummed, carrying on as if you hadn’t just told him your concerns. rubbing circles on your clit, he watched with satisfaction how your legs were trembling, writhing in pleasure. just the sight of you - hickeys on your neck, slightly swollen lips, shirt pushed up to reveal your tits, his hands down your pants - it was so arousing and thrilling, he almost didn’t want to stop.

“the windows are tinted and no one’s around at this time… do you really want me to stop?” he murmured with a low voice, fingers pushing your panties to the side to gather the slick up on his fingers. “look at you, how much you’re craving it. the want is written all over your face, baby. do you want to stop now?”

before you know it, choso’s hand is suddenly hovering over your face, fingers glimmering with your arousal. you shot him a dazed look, confusion evident on your face. “open,” he instructed softly, slowly and carefully sliding his fingers in your mouth. almost instinctively, your hands gingerly grasped his wrist. your lips wrapped around them, tasting the liquid curiously. his breath hitched, blood shooting down his groin - fuck, you were going to kill him. tentatively, he thrusted his fingers, slow enough so he could gauge your reaction to it. you didn’t know what it was - the taste of yourself, the weight of his fingers on your tongue, the way he was looking at you with hooded eyes and a hungry expression on his face; it made you squirm, eagerly for more. choso immediately took notice of your sudden mood shift. barely noticeable, your hips were rocking back and forth as you sucked on his fingers, cleaning them of your slick.

with a pop, choso removed his fingers. you whimpered his name, gasping in relief when he slid them back down, moving your panties to the side. his thumb found your clit, rubbing the little nub gently in slow circles. as if he was in no hurry and unbothered by the prospect that someone could actually spot you, he continued his ministrations. your legs jerked, threatening to close when you felt his fingers prod at your entrance. excruciatingly slow, he sunk a finger into you. the feeling was unfamiliar, almost uncomfortable at first. seizing up, you clenched around the finger. “relax, ease into it,” choso whispered reassuringly, capturing your lips in a kiss. “it’ll feel good, i promise.”

choso inserted a second finger, letting you get used to the feeling of them. the kisses he was peppering on your chest were distracting you from the burning stretch, creating a confusing mix between pain and pleasure. “how are you feeling?”

“f- feels good, i- i-” you were struggling to form coherent sentences, too focused on how he was lapping at your nipples, sucking and kissing them gently. “y- you can continue…”

steadily, choso started to thrust his fingers into you - gradually, the burn was disappearing and replaced by a delicious stretch, pleasure that was spreading throughout your body and setting your nerves on fire. desperately clinging onto his shirt, you hid your face in the crook of his neck. choso placed a kiss on the crown of your head, whispering sweet praises and telling you what a good girl you were. it felt good, so good but something was missing, you needed something, maybe more. you started begging and despite blabbering nonsensical things, choso understood what you were asking of him. his fingers hit a peculiar spot inside of you when he curled them, making you jerk in surprise. “o- oh!” again and again, choso was hitting the spot, making you writhe on his lap.

something was building up in the pit of your stomach, like a tightened coil that was about to snap at any time. panicking slightly, you grabbed choso’s hand and tried to close your legs, wiggling away from him: “h- hey wait, i-” another moan broke from your lips when choso sealed your lips with his and wrapped his arm around your waist, locking you in place. “it’s okay, let go, baby. cum for me,” he whispered against your lips, sinking his fingers in you one last time. and then the coil snapped, the high crashing over you like a riptide, so blinding and intense that it took you a while to come down from it. your thighs were still trembling by the time you came back to your senses, ripples of pleasure still cursing through you.

you slump against choso's chest, exhausted from the intensity of your orgasm but feeling wonderfully blissed out. choso removed his hand from you, licking your arousal from his fingers before wiping them off on a paper towel. he brushed his fingers through your hair, pressing a kiss on your forehead. "how are you feeling? can you move?"

"my legs feel like jelly," your voice came out muffled, face still pressed into his chest. "'m feeling good though. that was… really nice."

"i'll carry you upstairs," choso declared matter-of-factly, hoisting you up so he could carry you. you slung your arms around his neck, pecking the side of his neck. his scent was faint but calming, lulling you into a sense of home and comfort. you wanted to stay close to him like this, just having him hold you in his arms. a myriad of emotions welled up in you, swallowing all your doubts until all that was left was the budding blossoms of your feelings for him, nurtured by his soft touches and adoring treatment. you wanted to cherish him, keep him close for as long as you could, as long as you could still have him.

"thank you."

"for what?" choso sounded surprised.

"taking care of me? i mean i pay you for it but i still wanted to let you know that i appreciate it."

“everything for you, baby,” choso replied softly, tightening his grip around you. as you got to his apartment, choso placed you on the couch and knelt down, hands wrapping around yours. “do you want to get changed? i’ll lend you some of my clothes, you can get changed in my room or in the bathroom if you want to freshen up.”

he was so so considerate, you couldn’t believe someone as nice as him existed out there. as you agreed, choso disappeared in his room; the sound of opening doors and drawers as well as rustling resounded from his room. you took the opportunity to observe his home. it was a small but cozy apartment, despite being sparsely decorated. in the back of the living room, you could spot some bags and boxes, presumably choso’s surfing equipment, as well as posters and photos cluttered on a pinboard. here and there, some little figurines and trinkets were spread across the apartment. although it was cozy, the apartment lacked some kind of presence, some warmth. you assumed that it had to do with choso’s job - he probably was rarely home between work and spending time with friends and family.

“here you go,” choso handed you a big sweatshirt and some shorts as he came back, patting your head teasingly. “go and get changed, i’ll start preparing dinner, yeah?”

you hid in the bathroom and got changed, neatly folding your clothes and stacking them on the counter. inspecting yourself in the mirror, you admired the size of choso’s sweater - it was a simple and cream coloured sweater that was entirely dwarfing and engulfing you. the sleeves were way too long and the hem almost reached your knees. but it was soft and comfy, coming close to choso’s hugs. you pulled the shorts up your legs, awkwardly securing them by tucking them underneath the sweater. choso had set up some boiling water and was silently chopping vegetables by the time you left the bathroom and tip toed towards the kitchen. “can i help you with anything?”

“no it’s okay, take a seat. do you want anything to drink? water? tea?” reluctantly, you sat at the small table on the side, pouting at him. choso simply laughed and shook his head, bringing a glass of water over. your heart jumped in surprise when he kissed your forehead as he placed the glass on the table. “i’ll take care of you for today. boyfriend duties, remember? the past times you’ve always taken us out on restaurants and incredible locations and now it’s my turn to show you the boyfriend magic.”

sudden dread filled your stomach. how could choso be so warm and kind-hearted to you, when you weren’t even in a relationship? you keep having to remind yourself that this was what he was doing for a living, that you might possibly never know the real him. that this might just be a mask that he kept on for the sake of your requests. you didn’t reply, deep in your thoughts as you stared at the glass of water. choso returned back to his previous task, cooking dinner in silence. your chest felt heavy with uncertainty and disappointment - you tried your best to push the emotions down. they were irrational, you knew full well what you were getting yourself into when you asked for his service.

thankfully, choso didn’t seem to have picked up on your sullen mood, even throughout dinner - you let no emotions shine through when you conversed with him, choosing to keep it lighthearted. you offered to wash the dishes, not wanting him to lift another finger when you could help him in return. as you scrubbed the bowls, choso creeped up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, placing his chin on your shoulder. “you wanna watch a movie? or go to bed already? you’ve had a long day at work after all.”

“hmm, yeah. i think i’d prefer going to bed, if that’s okay for you?”

“i could never say no to cuddles,” choso hummed, capturing your lips in another kiss. you whimpered against them, not being able to resist him. he moaned against your lips, grip on you tightening. “please don’t tempt me, it’s so hard to say no to you,” he warned you with a strained voice.

your face grew warm at the memories of a few hours ago. you couldn’t believe you let him do that, let him finger you in his car in the garage. no one had seen you and you were thankful for that but you wanted the ground to swallow you whole at the thought of someone possibly snitching on you. your father would lose his mind. “is- is it not what you want?”

“of course i do, but not today. baby steps, remember? we have all the time in the world. and i can assure you that i very much want you,” with one last peck on your lips, he removed himself from you and disappeared in his room. he wanted you. your heart was soaring at his confession. you were relieved to know that he was craving you as much as you were yearning for him. maybe you would indulge, just for a couple more times until you would inevitably have to cut off the relationship. you felt at peace with your decision, you told yourself. nothing good would come from false hope.

after washing up, you joined choso on the bed, shyly crawling towards him as he opened his arms and welcomed you. he pulled you into his chest, nearly crushing you with his weight. it made you giggle and squirm in his arms, trying to wiggle out of his hold. choso was having none of it, peppering kisses all over your face as he trapped you in place. gasping for air in between your carefree laughter, you weakly pushed at his head, squealing when he dove in to blow raspberries on your neck. he showed mercy and let up, instead curiously inspecting your neck as he pulled the neckline of your, no his, sweater down. something dark was glinting in his eyes as his eyes zoomed in on the hickeys he had left on your neck and chest - he felt strangely satisfied, pleased with his work of art. a sliver of possessiveness overcame him as he traced the trail of red marks on your neck, humming quietly.

“something wrong with my neck?” you questioned confused, not having spotted the hickeys yet. choso shook his head, simply laid back on his side again to look at you. “not at all. was just inspecting the hickeys i left on you.”

“you left marks?” you gaped at him, mildly shocked at the revelation. though he was preoccupied with your neck earlier, you didn’t expect him to actually leave so many marks, much less ones that were visible. “is… is that a common occurrence?”

“for couples? i think so. but i can’t speak for everyone; if it was me, i would do it frequently. stake my claim on you, let everyone know that you’re mine,” choso replied and casually draped the blanket over the two of you, as if he didn’t just admit to doing something he would normally do with a lover. did he think of you as his? you struggled to decipher his actions, not being able to match it with a specific reason.

“that’s uh-” your stuttering was interrupted by another horrifying thought. “oh god, i can’t let my parents see this, they will kill me.”

choso shot you a confused look. you hadn’t told him about your parents yet or how you were hiding this from them.

“my parents… especially my dad, are very cautious about letting me venture out in romantic relationships. it’s mostly because he didn’t feel like anyone was good enough for me and because he didn’t want me to get hurt. sometimes i felt like those princesses locked up in a tower, you know? so i decided to explore and uh, hired you. i didn’t want to burden my friends with having to help me gain some experience,” you explained to choso, eyes widening when he suddenly grabbed your hand and pressed a kiss to it. he winked at you cheekily before leaning over you to turn off the lights. you felt him press a gentle kiss to your lips but you couldn’t make out his face expression in the dark. choso preferred it like this, so you couldn’t tell the vulnerable look on his face, the ache of knowing that he could never fully be yours.

“then i’m glad i get to serve a princess such as you.”

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“you’ve been spending an awful lot of time with choso,” nobara commented as she took a sip from her coffee, reaching out to grab one of the muffins you had ordered. you looked away in embarrassment. it’s been nearly two months since you’ve started to meet up with choso. your dates became more frequent, even the casual texting continued. and yet you hadn’t really told your friends about your progress or how you felt about him, either brushing it off or giving them vague details. it was only natural that nobara and maki grew suspicious, vowing to grill you about it the next time you would meet up. “have you done the deed?”

“n- no! not yet,” you answered hastily, the topic still making you feel bashful. though you had talked to choso about it; he had agreed and hinted that you might go all the way the next time you would meet up. it was weird, scheduling something like this. but you felt more at ease knowing that it was approaching and you could somewhat prepare your nerves for it. “we talked about it though… next time, maybe?”

“i see,” maki nodded slowly, deep in thought. “you’ve been skirting around this escort thing a lot. is there something you’re hiding from us?”

“nope! not at all!”

“y/n… we’re looking out for you as friends. i know you told us that you trust choso and that he’s the nicest person you have ever but is there something more?” maki gave you a gentle nudge. the serious look in her eyes told you that you better not give her a lame excuse. even nobara, who was usually playful in nature, looked mildly concerned. as much concern as she could muster up anyways. sheepishly, you stared at your mug, watching the milk swirl with your hot chocolate. surely, they would tell you to stop seeing him, to stay away. because catching feelings for someone whose true feelings and self you could never uncover… should have been something you could have prevented. if only it hadn’t been so easy to give in, so easy to develop feelings for choso.

“uhm. i just realized that i like him, like a lot. i know i shouldn’t and should have circumvented the issue somehow but now i’m stuck with my feelings. and it’s just confusing. before you get mad at me, i’ve already decided to cut it off after our next date. i can’t dwell on it for too long because realistically, nothing is going to happen.”

wordlessly, nobara gave you a hug, patting your back to soothe you. “is he really that great though?” maki lightly swatted nobara’s arm and gave her an eyeroll. her comment made you laugh, she knew how to lighten up a situation.

“i think so. very gentleman-like and just takes good care of everything. i really appreciate how well he’s been taking care of me this entire time. he just is the perfect boyfriend, you know?” nobara nodded but you could tell from her face that she was trying to put the puzzle pieces together. it made you laugh again, pinching her cheek playfully. you didn’t want to worry your friends too much. they always helped you in every situation and now it was time you would take care of everything yourself.

“i can’t believe this entire time we were trying to find you a perfect partner and you’ve gone and went the whole nine yards, boyfriend experience and heartbreak all together,” maki joked and ruffled your hair, giving you a reassuring smile. “you know we’re there for you if you need emotional support in this, right? we might not be much of a help while you go through the fake breakup but we can help you take your mind off afterwards.”

you sniffled a little at the thought. your next date was fast approaching and you were grateful to have such great friends, who would always look out for you and be understanding even if you made dumb mistakes. your next step would be to learn how to mend a broken heart.

everything had to be perfect. the entire evening you had been on the move, busy cleaning your apartment and room and spending time in the bathroom making yourself look presentable. you still felt nervous exposing all of you to choso, never had anyone seen you naked before. the thought of it had made you so anxious that you’d called nobara who promptly suggested you wear cute underwear and something comfy to ease yourself into it. chances were that choso didn’t really care and wouldn’t judge you anyways; he had always been generous with compliments, always telling you how pretty you looked, how cute you were, and what a good girl you were for him. you didn’t think you could feel so fired up from praises nor did you think that you would be craving to hear them so much until choso came along. the feeling of euphoria that overtook you whenever he praised you, along with the pleasure he gave you whenever you were fooling around - it was a deadly combination.

knocks at the door made you perk up, hastily racing over to the door to let choso in. he chuckled when you immediately wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your face in his chest. “hey baby, missed me much, huh? i missed you too,” choso admitted, softly combing his fingers through your hair. you peeked up at him from below, closing your eyes as you leaned into his touch like a cat. “mhmm, missed you a lot,” you mumbled, humming in content as choso pecked your lips briefly before waddling inside the apartment with you in his arms, closing the door behind him

“what am i going to do with you?” he mumbled amused and sat down on the couch, pulling you onto his lap. he squished your cheeks between his hands, kissing your pouty lips with a broad smile. “you always make it so hard for me to leave.”

your heart sunk at his last words, remembering how you were planning to proceed by the end of this date. surely, it couldn’t be so hard and he wouldn’t think much of it since it was all business anyways. and yet, you couldn’t help but seize up with dread, not wanting to hurt him. if, and only if he would actually be affected by it. you placed your hands on his, sticking your tongue out at him. you teased him: “you leave but you always return, right? doesn’t that give you something to look forward to?”

“yeah, always come bouncing back…” choso trailed off, a faraway look on his face. you couldn’t tell what he was thinking - each emotion that surfaced was only fleeting and quickly wiped from his face expression as if it never existed in the first place. perhaps he was keeping his heart as guarded as yours, for baring the most vulnerable parts of yourself could be your downfall. he ran his hands along your thighs, rubbing the bare skin gently, fingers teasingly slipping under the hem of your shorts. your breath hitched in your throat, expecting him to move his hands up further. but by now, choso knew how to play you like a fiddle, what drew beautiful moans out of you, what made you whimper in anticipation and how to build up tension. he knew how to tease you and use it to his advantage; knew well that you would follow his instructions like the good girl that you were, never disappointing him. “gotta take care of my princess, hm?”

choso dipped down, brushing the strands of your hair out of the way, showering it in kisses. you mewled quietly, tilting your head to the side to allow him more access to your neck. he was still murmuring between kisses, telling you how sweet you were, how he was going to make you sing his name, how he was going to take care of you. the whispered praises were getting to your head, you easily melted into his touch. “c- choso,” you gasped, already drowning in him as his presence clouded your senses, wrapping around you as if nothing else but him existed. “please touch me.”

“your wish is my command,” choso lifted you up as if you weighed nothing, carrying you to your bedroom with ease. gently, he dropped you on the bed, simply hovering over you without saying a word. the look in his eyes knocked the air out of your lungs; you loved his eyes, his dark brown eyes that were filled with so much warmth and love, now darkened and filled with lust. he observed you, waiting for you to make a move - you stayed still, tense with anticipation. with every single intimate encounter you had with him, you gradually learned that choso enjoyed being in control, overjoyed when you were obedient and remembered what he had told you. he liked having you at his mercy, being the first and only one to discover the expanse of your body, to pleasure you in ways you were yet to familiarize yourself with.

choso’s tapped your lips, carefully sliding two fingers in when you willingly parted your lips and sucked on them. the weight of his fingers on your tongue, the dazed look on his eyes as he watched you - it was all so erotic, so arousing. you lifted your hips, grinding against his thighs for some kind of relief. it drew a slightly irritated click of the tongue from choso, gently pressing his fingers against your tongue. but he enjoyed the view, seeing how you wanted him so much, how you were seeking relief by humping his thigh. you could already feel yourself soaking through your panties and your thin shorts, arousal smearing across choso’s thigh and leaving a wet spot on his jeans.

pulling his fingers out of your mouth, he slid them down, lower and lower, smearing your spit across your skin. his fingers stopped right at the buttons of your blouse, playfully rolling them between his fingers. slowly, he unbuttoned the blouse, pushing the fabric off your shoulders to reveal your bra. you squirmed, suddenly feeling shy and embarrassed about being so exposed in front of him. “you’re beautiful,” choso reminded you. “don’t hide from me. i want to see all of you.”

reluctantly, you kept your arms at your sides, instead clenching your fingers around the fabric of your comforter. teasingly, his hands dragged across the tops of your breasts before dipping lower. “look at you, how soaked you are already. you’ve even left a spot on my jeans. i haven’t even touched you properly yet… has my princess missed me this much?” he mused, gently rubbing circles across your skin. he was careful not to move anywhere close to your crotch, resolutely keeping his hand near your navel.

“yes, please touch me,” you mewled, grasping his hand to guide him towards the hem of your shorts. his hand splayed across your mound, rubbing in deliberately slow movements, making you sigh in relief. choso tugged on your shorts, dragging them down your legs with ease. you clenched your eyes shut, hiding your face behind your hands. choso stayed silent for a few seconds and simply admired you in the dim light of your room. he could tell that you'd chosen a nice set of underwear to impress him - you looked so cute in it, like a present waiting to be unwrapped. he took notice of the dark patch on the crotch of your panties, how they were clinging onto your skin and how your arousal was glistening on your inner thighs.

"you look breathtaking," choso complimented you, gently removing your hands from your face. "i told you not to hide, didn't i? give me all of you, baby."

you blinked a few times, sheepishly thanking him. his praises overwhelmed you, making your chest swell with pride. but still, you didn't know how to react when he was singing your praises, too bashful to reply coherently. choso removed your panties in painstakingly slow movements, leaving trails of kisses on your inner thighs up to your ankle. throwing your panties to the floor, he then pulled your legs over his shoulders. you watched him bewildered, not sure what to make of it. the position made you feel oddly exposed; all of your senses were heightened, strained to focus on choso only. the oversensitivity caused your hips to jerk when choso’s breath hit your pussy, keen on receiving attention. the swipe of his tongue on your slit was something you didn’t expect - the sensation was new, uncharted territory, so different from his fingers. it drew a whimper from your lips, making your toes curl against his back.

languidly, he was lapping at your folds, taking his time to get you used to the feeling. it wasn’t until his tongue dragged across your clit, lips wrapping around it to suck gently, that whines and whimpers spilled forth from your lips. your hips automatically lurched forward, rocking against his face. you couldn’t wrap your head around the pleasure it provided you, how it rendered you into a babbling mess with only his name on your lips like some mantra. needing to busy your hands otherwise, you clenched your fingers around his hair, subconsciously pressing his face into your pussy. choso groaned against you, the slight burn turning him on beyond relief. you felt like you’re floating, higher and higher, rapidly approaching your high and it was still a feeling you’re trying to get used to, a feeling that you readily welcomed and craved.

it was a combination of all the touches that bring you closer to the edge; how he was sucking at your clit before flattening his tongue against your clit, paying close attention to it, how it was repeatedly and rapidly dragging across your folds. it made you sob, begging him to make you cum. choso pulled you even closer, fingers digging into your thighs as he lapped at your swollen clit, again and again until you come with a loud moan, barch arching from the bed, heels digging into choso’s shoulder blades. clenching your eyes shut, you attempted to push his face away from you, now feeling too sensitive. your legs were trembling uncontrollably, you gasped for air as your high washes over you and slowly ebbing away. choso sat up on his knees and only then you see the arousal smeared across his chin and lips. the sight sent electric shocks up your spine, breath hitching in your throat. he looked so fucking hot like this. he gave you no time to be embarrassed about it, wiping the slick off his skin and licking it off his hands.

“c- choso, what-” you croaked, voice all raspy from your relentless moaning. choso didn’t reply, instead kissed you open mouthed - the taste of your arousal was still present on his tongue. in the back of your mind, you thought about how dirty it was and yet so thrilling, eliciting a hunger for him. desperately, you were tugging at his shirt, trying to get it off. you were struggling, huffing in frustration as he didn’t budge. choso laughed, pecking your lips apologetically before taking it off along with his pants. even in the dim light you could make out the bulge in his pants, a testament of much he wanted you. the sight made you salivate, your pussy clenching around nothing. he took notice of your dazed look, grabbing your chin to tilt it up. “are you sure you want this? do you want me?”

you nodded quickly, eyes widening at his question. “of course, i want you, never wanted anything more. please, choso.”

“you have me, all of me,” he retorted, a tender look in his eyes. again, your heart clenched. just one more time you would get to see him like this, pretend he really was your lover. but when he looked at you with so much adoration in his eyes, it was hard to believe that there wasn’t a spark between you. unbeknownst to you, choso had always looked at you with stars in his eyes, hoping that you would return the sentiment. no matter how hard he was keeping his feelings at bay, the cracks were widening, allowing more and more feelings to seep through. with each touch, each word that you exchanged, the dam was weakening and threatening to spill everything that he was keeping inside.

choso gently pressed you back down onto the mattress, fingers fumbling with the condom that he’d pulled out of his jeans. you watched with fascination as he put it on, not being able to take your gaze of it. he grinned, deciding to indulge you, pressing his cock against you. arousal was still leaking from you, allowing him to easily slide against you. deliberately, he nudged the head against your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore. you wiggled your hips, signaling him to do something, do put you out of your misery. choso glanced at you for permission, suddenly seeming to be nervous himself. you gave him a small nod, leaning up to cradle his cheeks and kiss him. choso began to push, slowly slipping past your folds and- the stretching burn, it was there again and made you tense up.

choso grasped your hands, intertwining them and showered your face with kisses, whispering sweet nothings and encouragement. the feeling was familiar and yet strange at the same time, the girth of his fingers were nothing compared to his cock. it was a tight fit; you were aware of him, so aware of him. muffled, you heard choso telling you to relax, that he didn’t want to hurt you, to take your time. he was still pushing, distracting you from the uncomfortable pain with kisses. with one last thrust, he’s pushed the entirety of him in you. faintly, you could feel pain gradually ebbing away. the fullness of him, the throbbing; you clenched around him, a quiet moan leaving your lips as choso’s hips jerk in response.

“you okay? can i move now?” he whispered against your lips. you nodded, feeling choso smile against your lips. your breath hitched in anticipation as he pulls out ever so slightly before thrusting back in. you let out a whimper at the sudden thrum of incoming pleasure, hands squeezing his. choso thrusted his length in and out of you slowly, still wanting you to get used to it. the drag of it against your walls, the way his cock ever so slightly bumped against that spot inside of you that made your body sing - you sobbed out his name, hips tilting up to meet his movements. choso had no qualms obliging to your unspoken wants, upping the pace once he’s made sure you felt comfortable.

slowly, his inhibitions fell apart upon seeing you desperately cling onto him, moaning out his name as he pulled out and drove back in, deeper than before. you saw stars when he hit the spot inside of you, burying himself inside of you completely. it’s been a short amount of time but choso was quick to figure out what made you shake in pleasure in particular, memorizing every little nudge and wiggle that would have you gasp out his name. the closeness, the intimacy, it easily beat everything else that you’ve ever done before but it was now that you realized that no one could compare to choso. while your initial goal was to simply learn and gain some experience, somewhere along the way, you veered off the path. perhaps your goal was never to find out what it was like engaging in sexual activities but rather to experience it with someone you loved. it was then that you realized you didn’t care about these things unless you could experience them with choso.

while choso was no stranger to having people in his bed, the sight of you was one he would never be able to get out of his head again. how your moans and whimpers were getting more frequent with each thrust, how you were sobbing his name whenever he hit particularly deep inside of you, how your small hands were holding onto his, how you clenched around him whenever he praised you. he wanted to keep you for himself, to impale himself in you in such ways that you could never look at other people the same way anymore. “i- i’m close,” you hiccuped between sobs, back lurching from the bed. “choso, p- please, i wanna cum, i-”

“i’ve got you, princess,” he assured you, diving down to kiss you feverishly. relentlessly, his hips pistoned against yours, desperate to make you cum. choso couldn’t hold back any longer, he was close, so close. wanting to cum with you, he reached down to rub your clit. your reaction was almost instantaneous, legs pressing against his side as you came, his name on your lips like a prayer. he came with you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as groans left his lips, mixed with your name and curses. his hips stuttered as they pressed against you one last time, staying in place until he’s spilled all of him in the condom. you felt like you were floating, still dazed from the intensity of your orgasm. absentmindedly, you wrapped your arms around his neck, hand absentmindedly playing with the hair at his nape. choso let out a noise, akin to a cat’s purr, nudging his head against your hand. his gesture made you giggle and you strained your neck to press a kiss against his forehead.

slowly, choso removed himself from you, letting out a breathy laugh as you protested. you made grabby hands at him but he simply tutted, disappearing in the bathroom to dispose of the condom and came back with a wet towel. it felt comforting, the warmth of the towel as well as his gentle touches, lulling you into a sleepy state. it didn’t take long for him to join you again once he was done, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest like the countless times he’s done so before. “how are you feeling? i didn’t hurt you, did i?”

you shook your head, trying to find the right words. in the end, nothing came into your mind to appropriately tell him how mind blowingly good he made you feel so you just settle with: “felt good, really good. didn’t hurt, jus’ felt uncomfortable at first. but you made it okay, it’s okay when it’s with you.”

“i see,” choso let out a relieved breath, laughing as you blinked at him stunned. you looked adorable, still floating and coming down from your high. “i’m glad i was your first, glad i could do it justice. just wanted you to feel good.”

“mhmm, thank you,” you slurred sleepily, arms wrapping around his waist. you felt so warm and loved, not wanting to let go of the feeling just yet. “can we do it again some other day? you promised to show me what you still wanted to do to me.”

“y/n, sweetheart, when will you be coming to visit us again? i know it’s your summer break right now and you’re busy but we thought it might be nice to go on a short family trip. what do you think?” your mother pleaded over the phone. you could see her pout on the screen, her attempt at guilt tripping you into visiting more. truthfully, you felt bad about not having been able to see your family so much - the amount of assignments and final exams was swamping you and you just wanted to get through them before going on vacation. that and the fact that you couldn’t properly look them in the eyes anymore ever since being with choso.

you just couldn’t let go of him, nor could you admit your feelings to him, in fear it would make him uncomfortable. it was irrational, reckless even, to keep paying for a service you technically didn’t need anymore. simply to keep a person you had feelings for around for longer. nobara and maki didn’t know about this either, you knew they would have your head as soon as you confessed. it was irrational and you knew it. and yet it was so hard to let go. with every waking moment, you craved choso, his tenderness and loving gaze, the warmth of his arms, the domesticity that the two of you shared, how natural it seemed when you spent time together. and so you kept returning to him, over and over again

“i’m sorry, mum, i’m just really busy right now. but i promise i’ll let you know when i’m free, okay? i’m sure we can find a fitting date for the trip,” you attempted to soothe your mother, giving her an apologetic smile. she rolled her eyes at you playfully but shrugged it off, knowing that you didn’t mean anything by it. before you could tell her goodbye, your mother suddenly stopped you, waving at the screen.

“sweetheart, one of my friends- her son, i told him about you. he’s a very nice young man and i think you would get along well. when you come visit us, i’ll introduce him to you, yeah?” she explained, a giddy smile creeping onto her lips. “i’ve told him a little about you and your father doesn’t mind either. he has a good background too, i’m trying not to swoon.” she giggled as if she was the one who was to be set up on a date with him.

your eyes widened ever so slightly at her revelation but what shocked you more was that choso had seemingly heard what your mother had said. he was still sleeping when your mother had called you, so you hid in the kitchen to talk, not wanting to disturb his sleep. he stood in the doorway, blinking at you confused. you made sure to turn a little so your mother couldn’t see him. “mum, i told you i’m not really interested yet and want to go at my own pace-”

“honey, i know but the opportunity was just there. i couldn’t pass it up and you can still reject him, no? just try to meet him at least once.”

you sighed. “we’ll talk about it again when i’m home, okay? but don’t put too much hope in it, please.”

“i know, i know. i’ll talk to you again another day. love you, sweetheart,” your mum said goodbye to you and hung up. you groaned, tossing your phone to the side and buried your face in your hands. choso was not supposed to hear any of that. even though you two weren’t really in a relationship, and he had assured you that he wasn’t sleeping with anyone else, keeping his work at accompanying clients only, you still felt like you were somewhat betraying him. you felt choso’s presence moving behind you, then his arms wrapping around you, his chin being placed on your head. you couldn’t see the slightly irritated look in his eyes, the jealous glint that told you he didn’t want you to look at anyone but him.

“your mum seems to be eager to find you a partner,” he commented amused. you groaned, swatting at his arm.

“i don’t know why they’re suddenly so persistent after not deeming anyone as suitable for years,” grumbling, you turned slightly, pressing a kiss to choso’s chin. “i’m not really in the mood to go on dates just yet, so she’ll have to deal with it.”

“not in the mood for dates?” choso echoed, pinching your cheek. “not even with me?”

you whined, burying your face in his chest. you didn’t want to let him see how his words excited you. “no, i’m always in the mood for you, for dates with you.”

“that’s good to know. we’re going out later after all,” choso laughed, combing his fingers through your hair. “i did promise to take you to the beach and teach you how to surf.”

one of the reasons you didn’t come visit your parents immediately when your summer break began was because you’d already planned a short trip with choso. weeks ago choso had proposed you’d go to the beach together and you were thrilled by the idea, not having been by the sea in years. you’d rented a little cabin by the beach for the two of you while choso had prepared everything for the car ride. the car ride would be rather long but you weren’t worried about it at all - in the beginning, you’d been apprehensive, rather awkward with him. he eased you into everything, showing you not to be scared of relationships and to just be yourself. conversation was easy with him as if you’d been long term friends, with no worries or restrictions. for weeks, you’d looked forward to the trip, to spend more time with him.

the car ride was filled with laughter and calming music, you shared stories and secrets with each other, you fed him the snacks that you’d made the night before. you felt blissful, happily ignoring all the consequences that might be coming your way - you wanted to enjoy your time with him as much as you could. the dance that the two of you were engaging in, it was romantic and felt so domestic, while skirting around the important issue. inspecting your intertwined hands, you clasped your other free hand around his, rubbing the skin gently. choso shot you a concerned, questioning look but you brushed him off, assuring that nothing was wrong. “i’m just happy to be sharing this uh… boyfriend experience with you, really. i wouldn’t wanna do it with someone else.”

choso shot you a wistful smile, lifting your hand to press a kiss on it. “i’m glad you feel that way. you deserve only the best, someone who treats you like the princess that you are.”

the feeling of the grainy sand below you, wind blowing your hair in every direction, sun on your skin, water splashing against your shins - you felt like suddenly all your worries were washed away. you were still running through the shallow water, giggling as you saw choso catching up on you. upping your speed, you jumped through the water until he managed to grab you by your wrist, pulling you into his chest. he lifted you up, twirling you around in his arms a few times before setting you back on your feet, leaning in to kiss you. “you can’t just run away like that, all our stuff is still stranded over there,” he scolded you, playfully flicking your forehead. you glanced behind you, seeing how choso had already placed all the towels, cooler and bags on the beach chairs.

“it’s okay, we have the beach to ourselves anyways,” you retorted cheekily. choso couldn’t argue, instead rolled his eyes. the beach house that you had rented for the weekend was on the outskirts of the city, a rather quiet spot that also had a private beach. the paranoia that your parents might possibly spot you somewhere was running deep and so you didn’t want to risk anything. choso could teach you how to surf in peace, without any bystanders or crowded spaces. but now that you were sitting on the beach chair, you noticed that choso’s mind seemed to be elsewhere as he clumsily fumbled with the bags. you gnawed at your bottom lip, hoping that your earlier conversation with your mother wasn’t on his mind.

“you okay there? can i help you with anything?”

“huh? yeah,” choso answered after a second of processing, shaking his head. “uh i just get distracted looking at you. you look good in that bikini.”

“oh shut up,” you retorted but hid your face from him, still growing bashful even though you were used to him complimenting you out of nowhere. he shot you a wink, resuming his work. “but… choso, you can talk to me if anything bothers you, you know that?”

“yeah, i know… but don’t worry, i think this is something i have to figure out for myself first before i tell anyone,” he padded over, kissing your forehead. “but i appreciate it.”

deciding to drop the topic, you joined him, watching how he demonstrated his surfing skills. if he didn’t want to talk about it, you would respect it; and maybe, just maybe, he would open up to you about it. you watched as choso surfed through the waves, the sight filling you with bright happiness. he looked so happy to be surfing again, the usual tired look on his face wiped away as if it had never been there in the first place. he looked like he was truly at home, comforted and surrounded by the crashing waves. you understood what he meant by being distracted - choso looked good in his trunks as well, the water drops that were rolling down his body, his exposed upper body, the way his loose, slightly damp hair was falling over his face. you very much enjoyed the sight and almost felt creepy for staring so much.

as per usual, choso was a wonderful teacher, remaining calm and patient while he gave you instructions, comforting you when you weren’t doing so well and was always right by your side encouraging you. you hadn’t had this much fun in a while, especially not with someone other than from your close friend circle. it was easy to lose the track of time when being with him, all your thoughts and anxieties washed away like the seashells at the shore. by the end of the day, you were utterly exhausted, your muscles feeling like jelly. as you laid on the bed, you still felt like you were rocked and swayed back and forth by the waves. it was relaxing, almost lulling you into a deep slumber if it wasn’t for the sound of the running shower and choso’s humming. you opened the window, before returning to bed, wrapping the blanket around you. the sound of waves sloshing against the shore echoed through the room, making you feel like you were actually sleeping at the beach.

it didn’t take long for choso to return; you felt the bed dip beside you before you heard him. pretending to be asleep, you waited until he said anything but were instead greeted with a kiss on your nape. you squirmed a little, the feelings of his lips tickling the sensitive skin. a giggle broke from your lips, unable to stay silent any longer. “did i make you wait for too long?” he asked quietly, grabbing you by the hips to turn you around to face him. you shook your head and gave him a smile, leaning in to peck his lips. “no but i did miss you. did i tell you that i now get what you meant by being distracted? you looked really hot in your trunks and so serious while giving me instructions.”

“ah, really?” choso hovered over you, placing his hands beside your head. you’d only offered simple compliments but he was already so fired up, making you grin. “you can’t just tell me that and expect me not to do anything. don’t you know that i’m always hungry for you? i’ll ravish you right here.”

“what if i want you to ravish me?” you bravely retorted, your voice slightly cracking at the end. rarely were you ever bold with him but at this moment, you might as well indulge him. as an reward for teaching you how to surf and being so patient about it. choso clicked with his tongue, pleased with your reply. before he could move, you suddenly felt an urge to go further, wanting to be the one to initiate intercourse for once. you placed your hands on his chest, pushing gently. he looked at you confused, cocking his head to the side. if it wasn’t for the hungry look in his eyes, you would’ve cooed at how adorable he looked. “uhm can i… suck you off for today? i mean you’re always the one who- who makes me feel so good and i know you said you liked it but i just wanted to return the favour…”

choso short circuited at your request, momentarily leaving his mouth wide open as he stared at you. “y- yeah of course, if that’s what you want,” he spluttered hastily, sitting up on his knees. feeling giddy, you shuffled off the bed, positioning yourself at the edge of the bed and waiting for him to move. choso gulped, slowly moving towards the edge. he leaned down to kiss you, your hands snaked towards the waistband of his sweatpants, some doubt overcame you again, slowing your movements. sensing your hesitation, he patted your head and ruffled your hair. “you don’t have to do it, if you feel too nervous about it.”

“no, i want to, really,” you assured him, grasping the waistband and dragging it down. choso lifted his hips slightly, helping you remove his pants. his boxers followed soon after. gently, you wrapped your hands around his semi-hard cock, giving it some gentle strokes. choso exhaled shakily, leaning back on his hands as he kept his watchful eyes on you. you leaned in, flattening your tongue against the underside, running your tongue over the underside, tracing it until you reached the cockhead. gingerly, you gave it a few kitten licks before wrapping your lips around it. hands still stroking him, you delved in, taking as much as much as you could. choso tilted his head back, moaning loudly. it spurred you on, eagerly you bopped your head against him, paying close attention to the sensitive head as you licked and sucked at it. curiously, you licked the slit, tasting the precum on it. the taste was unfamiliar, nothing like you’d ever had before but you weren’t sure what to make of it. but you weren’t grossed out by it, thankfully.

choso’s hips jerked when you touched a particularly sensitive spot, not being able to control his own body anymore. usually, he was more composed, holding himself back for the sake of you - immediately, he stopped and apologized, staring at you with wide eyes. “fuck, i’m so sorry, that wasn’t meant to happen. did i hurt you?” he cupped your cheek, guiltily examining you.

“‘m okay, don’t worry about it. it just surprised me a little, that’s all. but if it’s what you like… i uh, don’t mind,” you reassured him.

“f- fuck, you can’t just say that because i will and-”

“like i said, i don’t mind. i want to make you feel good too.” reluctantly, choso nodded and relaxed again, letting you proceed. you were eager to make him cum, enthusiastically moving your head along the shaft. you welcomed choso’s shallow thrusts, glancing up to watch his reactions. his skin was beautifully flushed, eyes were closed, groans muffled as he bit his bottom lip. you struggled to take his cock in deeper, instead wrapping your hands around the parts you couldn’t reach. when choso’s thrusts got sloppier, you could tell that he was getting close.

“y/n, fuck- i’m gonna- wait, you-” unable to finish his sentence, he moaned, hips stuttering again as you swirled your tongue around the sensitive tip. you suckled on his length eagerly, hands pumping the base faster and choso couldn’t keep it in any longer, coming with a loud moan. you continued suckling on the tip, helping him through his orgasm until he’s spilled all of him in your mouth. sitting back on your knees, you removed yourself from him.

eyes wide and glossy, you looked up at him as he pulled away slightly so he could look at you. choso brushed your hair back, then lifted your chin up, tapping your bottom lip. "show me," he said in a low, hoarse voice, patiently waiting until you opened your mouth and showed him. showed him his cum that was still pooling on your tongue. a few seconds passed until he finally reacted - just the sight of you on your knees, obediently following his orders and showing him your work had his insides stirring with something dark, possessive. "swallow," he whispered, adoringly cupping your cheek as you eagerly swallowed. your face felt hot, whether by embarrassment or pride, you didn't know. quietly cursing, he pulled you up while leaning down, meeting your lips halfway.

unceremoniously, choso dropped you on the bed, making you giggle quietly as you bounced on the mattress. hovering over you, he captured your lips in yet another kiss. you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him to your body. choso pressed his groin against yours, experimentally rolling his hips to elicit a reaction from you. burying your face into the crook of his neck, you couldn’t help but writhe from the pleasure - and even though you’ve been sleeping with each other, you still felt too shy to ask him for… more. how could you express what exactly you wanted when you were craving all of him? when you wanted to engrave everything into your brain; the feeling of his body against yours, his touch, the sweet as well as the dirty words he whispered into your ear. it was almost unfair how easily he could draw a reaction from you, as if he’d memorized every little aspect about you already.

choso nipped at your neck, about to leave a mark when you frantically pushed at his chest. “no visible marks, i told you!” you reminded him, almost feeling bad when you saw his disappointed face. but rules were rules, you didn’t want your parents to find out you were sneaking around with someone; you were barely able to look into their eyes as is. he huffed against your neck, burying his face in the crook of your neck in frustration. seconds passed without a reaction before he finally sat up on his knees, hands reaching out to tug on your shirt. “but everywhere else is fine, hm?” he mused, dragging his warm hands across your chest to your shoulder to push the fabric off.

“i- i guess,” you spluttered, barely having any time to react as he’s already moved on, lavishing your breasts with kisses while leaving a trail of hickeys on them. you whimpered, hips rolling up against his. through your panties, you could feel the outlines of his cock; the anticipation of him filling you up made you salivate. choso was quick to remove your panties and rolling a condom on upon hearing your desperate whimpers that were urging him to move faster. no matter how many times you’d already slept together, he could never get enough of you - you made him feel like a teenager again, like he was constantly insatiable and hungry for you. judging from the look in your eyes, you seemed to feel the same way.

choso angled his cock against your entrance before sinking in, moaning in unison with you. he grasped your hands, pinning them against the pillows as you reached out, trying to touch him. you sobbed in disappointment, just wanting to feel him but choso was having none of it. the complaint was quickly forgotten when he started thrusting, the sound of his hips smacking against yours filling the room. he was diligent, hitting that spot inside you over and over again, enjoying how your legs that were wrapped around his waist were trembling. you were drowning, drowning in him, in the pleasure he so graciously provided you. choso painted your chest with marks, placing them dangerously close to where they would be peeking out underneath clothes. he knew you didn’t want anyone to see them but fuck, he wanted people to keep their hands away from you, wanted them to know that you were his.

you sung his praises, hips quickly bucking against his as he buries himself in you to the hilt. he filled you up so well, always dragging against your walls so deliciously. almost feral, choso fucked you harder, putting all his frustrations and emotions into the strength of his thrusts. it left you feeling breathless, clenching around him hard as you climbed higher and higher. never had choso fucked you like this before, like he was trying to prove something - you sobbed, tears springing forth from the intensity. it felt good, so good and you wanted to cum so bad, wanted to release. the pleasant warmth was spreading throughout your body, almost unbearably hot as you neared your climax. it erupted within you explosively, leaving you writhing in a babbling, incoherent mess. for many moments, your orgasm wrecked through you, making you see white and stars. in your euphoria, you didn’t notice how choso had cummed with you, whispering sweet praises in your ear as he rode you through your high. you didn’t notice how he disappeared, returning with a wet towel as per usual, how he kisses away the tears at the corner of your eyes. through your hazy mind, you could tell that he wrapped the blanket around you before disappearing again.

it took you a while to return back to your senses, marvelling about the sex you just had. what had possessed choso in that moment? could it be because you’d offered to suck him off? or was he so pent up the entire day? the click of the door made you lift your head towards the source of the sound, cooing when you saw choso padding towards you. he yawned quietly, crawling under the blanket and wrapping his arms around you. "exhausted?" you questioned him, nuzzling into him.

"mhmm, i feel like i could sleep in until noon tomorrow," as usual, he ran his fingers along your spine, drawing shapes on your back. sometimes you thought you could feel him spelling something out on your skin but the touches were always so fleeting that it was impossible for you to make it out. whatever it was, he must've been too wary or scared to share it with you. you were reminded of your earlier conversation - choso still hadn't said anything so you wanted to bring it up, not wanting any issues to arise between you.

"choso? do you want to talk about what was wrong earlier? i know you said you wanted to think about it, but i was wondering…"

choso interrupted you. "are you going to go on a date with the guy that your mum mentioned this morning?"

you shot him a bewildered look. so he had been thinking about it. you hesitated, not sure what to tell him. should you be upfront and tell him how you feel? or give him a mild version, so he didn't feel cornered by you?

"i'm… i'm not sure yet. the thought of going on a date with someone else is kind of daunting but i think i'll do it just so my mum's happy."

"i see." uncomfortable silence seeped between the two of you. you could tell that choso was irritated, the frown on his face clearly indicating it. and yet, he didn't elaborate, leaving you to figure out what he meant by that. not daring to move, you stayed still, waiting for him to continue. choso sighed, placing his forehead against yours. "i think this is selfish of me but i can't stand the thought of seeing you with someone else. i wish… i wish it was only me that you looked at."

"you don't want me to go on a date with him?"

"yeah. i- i can't tell you why that is. it's selfish and dumb, hence why i didn't want to tell you. and it's not something that you should worry about. i'm just your escort after all, there's nothing more between us."

his words stung. even though it was the truth, the words still stung, driving a knife right into your heart. it was the very thing that nobara and maki had warned you about. but here you were, heart breaking in a million pieces. perhaps it was the fact that choso didn't tell you the reason, didn't seem to trust you with it, that made you recoil immediately. the walls around your heart were immediately put back into place, safeguarding you from any further harm. he wasn’t obligated to tell you anything and you knew that - there was probably also another reason why he felt that way. any further digging would probably make him recoil as well, it wouldn’t do you any good. whatever was growing between you, it had to stop now. choso simply saw you as a client, probably had been this entire time. again, you were reminded of the fact that he might have been acting this entire time, none of the affection he showed you ever being real.

“i- yeah… i guess,” you replied dejectedly, looking away from him. “i’ll figure it out with him, don’t worry. i’ll just keep my mum happy with it, there’s nothing more to it.”

choso bit his lip, refraining from replying to it any further. you already knew more than you were ever supposed to, he should have never let it slip that he didn’t like seeing you with other potential love interests. it pained him to keep this hidden, keep it a secret from you - but the less you knew, the better. he couldn’t imagine you being okay with being in a relationship with him while he was still an escort, nor did he think that your parents would be thrilled about it. from what you’d revealed to him, he could tell that they treasured you and wanted to minimize any possible harm as much as possible. and that included hand-picking a suitable partner for you. he might never be what your parents envisioned for you and he might never become your love interest so every session that you booked was a blessing to him.

sighing, he placed one last kiss on your cheek before wishing you a good night. but even when he closed his eyes and tried to sleep, he was wide awake, not being able to stop the onslaught of thoughts.

weeks passed without you ever contacting choso again. your resolve would have never been this strong, hadn’t nobara intervened. while you were moping and still feeling restless, helpless even, she made sure to delete his number and made you take care of the bills before cutting off contact entirely. normally, she would have commented on it - but seeing how you were struggling through your first heartbreak, she decided to let it be. and because maki wouldn’t have hesitated to have her head if you’d ever snitched. maki had encouraged you to take your mind off things, dragging you along to some of the sports classes she attended. it did lift your mood ever so slightly, much to your surprise, it was more fun that you’d originally anticipated. maki attended so many different classes that seemed so intense that you were scared to join at first. in between the classes, you spent more time with your friends. gradually you opened up to them, explaining them the entire issue with choso and how you had struggled to let go. you told them one by one, until it was finally time to let megumi know.

out of everyone, megumi scared you the most - not because he was intimidating or violent but because you knew how he would react. he’d most definitely be upset about it because he was protective over his friends, not wanting them to be harmed in any way. you’d pleaded that at least nobara should tag along to knock some sense into him, should he snap - but megumi’s reaction surprised you. when you finished your story, he was awfully quiet. you assumed he was boiling in anger, reaching out to appease him but he was frowning, making a contemplative face. “uh listen, i think that choso’s yuuji’s brother.”

“he’s what?” nobara’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. megumi had recently started going out with someone that he’d met during work and though he hadn’t introduced you to said person yet, you did know that his name was yuuji.

“yuuji’s brother. i haven’t met him yet but he’s been complaining about his brother for weeks now,” megumi explained, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. “choso’s an escort, right? it has to be yuuji’s brother. i’ve stayed over at yuuji’s place a couple of times… yuuji was venting, asking me about advice on how to get his brother out of a rut. apparently, choso’s been affected by this uh… somewhat breakup as well. yuuji’s suggested to him that he should reach out to you to talk but he said something about his work and your parents...”

“huh. what an interesting coincidence…” nobara mumbled but narrowed her eyes at you. “but you’re not going back to him, right?”

all the blood in your body froze. why had choso brought up your parents? they had never been a part of your relationship, you had only told him how overprotective they were and how they liked choosing your partners and friends for you. could it be?

“no, i don’t think so. i’m… very conflicted about our feelings to each other. it was stupid to give into my feelings for him in the first place. i hired someone to act as my fake boyfriend, someone who does this for a living. i think they know better than to catch feelings for their clients,” you sighed frustrated, shaking your head. there was no way in hell this situation could ever turn back around, even if you now knew that choso had also been affected. and still, he never reached out to me, you thought bitterly.

“i think you should talk it out though, if he does reach out to you,” megumi chimed in, awkwardly patting your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. “from what yuuji’s told me, it does seem like his feelings are genuine. he didn’t outright push you away, right? who knows what could happen?”

in the end, you couldn’t help but confess to your parents. secrets were bound to be revealed one way or another and you figured it was better you opened up before they found out from someone else. the uncomfortable silence that spread through your apartment created a gloomy atmosphere; the tension was thick and palpable, making you shuffle in your seat in unease. your father hadn’t uttered any word while your mother had completely lost it, not understanding why you hadn’t instead chosen one of the boys she’d always introduced you to.

“all this time you were seeing this boy? and not once did you let us know. i could have asked my friend if they knew someone, their sons are so nice-”

“mum, i already told you i wanted to find someone on my own without having my options being presented to me on a silver plate. and you’re always so disappointed when i end up rejecting them after going through all of the hassle,” you interrupted her, giving her a defiant look. it wasn’t often that you opposed your parents like this but you felt like it was needed - your mother didn’t understand you, nor did she try. you were an adult, for fuck’s sake. you were very much capable of making your own decisions and mistakes to learn from.

“and yet you went to hire an escort! why didn’t you go and meet some of your classmates? i don’t understand why you went such lengths and then even ended up falling in love with them! how would you even pursue a relationship with them?” your mother seethed at you, knuckles blanching from how hard she was gripping her handbag. your father placed a hand on hers, whispering some soothing words in her ear.

“darling, i think y/n knows well that she’s made a mistake and is hurting from it. we don’t need to add to the stress, do we?” he assured her, then looking at you. “y/n, you know that i’m disappointed in you as well. but i don’t blame you for it, i think it’s partly my fault that you felt the need to hire an escort just to… gain some experience. i did take away all your possibilities of a relationship after all…”

“don’t encourage her! this problem won’t just be solved by you spoiling her again, do you know what kind of consequences it could h-”

a loud knock interrupted your mother’s rambling. you were confused - you didn’t expect anyone else for today. it was too late for someone to bring packages. who could it be? you excused yourself, padding towards the door to see who it was. you swore that you briefly suffered from a heart attack when the door swung open to reveal choso. he stared at you equally as stunned, seemingly not having expected you to open and greet him. “w- what are you doing here?” you asked, hating how shaky your voice sounded. how your heart soared, having missed his presence around you. the feelings had never been properly buried, only hidden by a thin layer of pretense that was now quickly being washed away.

“i’m sorry for just turning up unannounced… i was hoping- hoping to be able to talk to you for a bit? i wanted to explain myself,” choso replied, unaware of the two persons in your apartment that were straining their necks to be able to get a look at him.

you groaned. why now? the timing was just too comical, fate must really hate you. “i’m sorry, my parents are here right now. maybe, another t-”

“aha, so this is the boy my daughter has been sleeping with,” your mother appeared behind you, snarling at choso maliciously. panicking, your father had followed her quickly, holding her back by her arm. “you have some nerve appearing here as if nothing happened, what is it that you-”

“darling.” your father cleared his voice, shooting daggers at her. “there’s no need to be rude.”

swiftly, he introduced himself and your mother to choso, politely shaking his hand. choso remained calm, as usual, and introduced himself as well. if he was shocked by the entire ordeal, he sure didn’t show it. his face remained a perfect poker face, no emotions seeping through. “i wanted to talk to your daughter, ma’am. i assume she’s told you about our relationship and how we broke apart. there is no ulterior motive here, i just wanted to explain myself and talk it out.”

“that’s-!”

your father interrupted your mother again, not giving her another opportunity to spit venom at choso. “i think that is a good idea. though she has not opened up about everything, i can tell that she is hurting as much as you are. i believe a discussion would be very productive. but what is your intention? what are you going to do once you’ve explained yourself?”

suddenly, you felt like you were forgotten or invisible in the entire discussion. were they ignoring you? you were standing right there and yet no one was addressing you. you huffed, trying to pull their focus back on you. “nothing’s gonna happen, dad. there was nothing for us to work with and there won’t be.”

choso felt like he’d been slapped. he didn’t know what to make of your reaction but he came here for one reason only: to give you the closure that you deserved and he wasn’t going to leave until he accomplished just that. “i intend to apologize to her. judging from your wife’s reaction, you don’t seem to like me very much. i can’t imagine you would ever accept me, i know i don’t live up to your standards. i don’t deserve your daughter, she deserves so much more than what i can offer. and i’m aware of it. but if she’s willing to have me, i’ll try my very best to live up to your standards, to prove myself to you. i just want to be with her and make her happy. i’m in love with her and that’s what i intended to tell her.”

your heart stopped at his confession. all this time, choso loved you? megumi had been right all along. choso returned your feelings and he was here, so close and yet so far. dread filled you as you realized your parents could possibly drive him away, make him disappear from your life with just a snap of their fingers. you cherished choso more than you were aware of, the adoration running deep in your veins even when you were trying to reject him.

“i see. that’s reason enough for me. we’ve already let her have a piece of our mind, i don’t think she needs more telling off. my little girl has grown so much and it’s time to let her make her own decisions, growing and mistakes,” your father shot your mother a look. she’d calmed down, choso’s explanation seemingly having brought her back to her senses. she looked away, not wanting to look him in the eyes. “we’ll let you deal with this. but know that if she does take you back, i won’t go easy on you, alright? the bars are high and i don’t intend to lower them just because you love her. prove to me, that you’re worthy of her.”

“i will,” choso sounded so sure and confident that it made your father grin - you sure had found someone who took great care of you and wasn’t afraid to stand tall in front of your father. and that he liked, someone who wasn’t scared to back down from a challenge, someone who would be the perfect partner for you. as your parents said goodbye and left, he gave choso a pat on the shoulder before exiting the apartment, leaving the two of you to your own devices.

you didn’t know what to say, how to start. standing in the hallway was awkward but you couldn’t move just yet, instead wanting to hear what he had to say first. “you love me?” you croaked, your voice failing you. now that your parents were gone, you could freely show your emotions, not being able to hold the tears back any longer. choso panicked, fussing over you as you started to cry. furiously, you wiped the tears away with the sleeves of your sweater.

“i do. i uhm wish i had found a better way to tell you this. i figured that you probably thought that everything we did was simply a facade but i promise you that it was all real. i don’t know when exactly but i started falling for you along the way and it was hard… to remind myself that you were a client and i was just there to provide the service to you, you know? i had no right to get mad at you if you decided to go and see other people. and i wasn’t sure of your feelings for me, it was…” choso trailed off, struggling to find the right word but you knew what he meant and nodded, signaling him to continue. “i just didn’t want to tie you to me when you… when you might not like me back or even want to be with an escort.”

you sniffled quietly, wrapping your arms around him immediately, with such a speed that it almost knocked the air out of his lungs. confused, choso wrapped his arms around you, tucking your head under his chin and rubbing your back soothingly. he was relieved that you didn’t push him away at least and let him explain everything in one go. he felt more at ease now and was at peace with the decision to immediately leave and never butt in your life again in case you rejected him.

“all this time, i also loved you,” you mumbled, an upset frown on your face. “i- i just kept thinking that you’d never return my feelings and that you were just playing boyfriend because i hired you to do so and-”

you hiccuped, another sob tearing from your throat.

“when you told me not to go on that date and immediately followed it with you only being my escort and nothing more, it hurt me so much and i know it was stupid and childish of me to react in such a way but… i was just spiraling, i love you so much and didn’t know where to place the anxieties and negative feelings.”

choso shushed you quietly when your sobs grew more frequent and you let him pick you up, clinging onto him as he walked over to the couch and sat on it with you on his lap. “shh, you’re okay, we’re okay,” he mumbled against the crown of your head, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “i’m sorry i hurt you so much, i was not aware that you already liked me back then and that my words would have such an effect on you.”

over and over, choso apologized quietly until you calmed down, slumping against his chest. you stayed silent, trying to piece your thoughts and feelings back together so as to present him with a coherent and logical question. your mind was in shambles and you hoped that choso would at least get what you were hinting at. “so w- what do we do now? where do we- we go from here?”

“as i’ve already told your dad… if you’ll have me, i’ll make it up to you, all the hurt that i’ve caused you. i love you, so much. i want to be your boyfriend, and this time officially.”

“i like the sound of it,” you mumbled, tilting your head back to look at him. “will you be my boyfriend?”

“it would be an honour, princess.”

with a kiss, choso sealed the deal, easily catapulting you back on cloud nine. who would have thought that the escort you’d hired to be your fake boyfriend would turn out to be the prince charming you had always hoped for, surpassing even your wildest dreams and expectations. choso was everything you wanted and more - he was the person you wanted to wake up to every morning, the person you wanted to come home to. he was the person with whom you wanted to spend your life with, the person that loved you so unconditionally and never expected anything in return. you were lucky that he chose you, that he loved you back. out of all the persons in the universe, it was him.

he was perfect and he was yours.

p.s.: if you've made it until the end: thank you so much for reading!

[let-me-take-your-soul]

HAIII I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH??? JUST FOUND IT THO HAHA

anywaysssss can you write me one that's like Kid and Asura bonding?? Basically, instead of killing Asura Maka manged to bring Asura ut of his madness like she did with Crona, ya know? So I just kinda want one from Asura's POV, maybe going into a little detail about how he's a little insecure about how he thinks Kid might be ashamed to have him as a brother? So he decides to try and fix that by taking Kid out to a merketplace run with their father for FAMILY BONDINNNGGG!!!

BUt it kinda goes wrong when some kids start picking on Kid and forcing him into one of his OCD episodes by laughing at his hair and whatnot, and Asura losesd his temper about it, and then gets really guilty after their father manages to calm him down from it. Cut to later and Kid finds him sulking in his room and decides to comfort him and they bond and shit <3

You can fill in whatever plot holes you'd like lol

This was a really cute request!!! Thank you!

Asura Lives AU

Bonding between Kid and Asura

CW for physical violence and mentions of panic attacks

The world was terrifying. No matter how hard he tried and where he looked, Asura couldn’t escape that clenching feeling in his chest. The chronic nausea of nerves made him want to hide, but here he was wandering Death City, clinging to his father like a small child. He didn’t think this would be possible, but that girl got him to see the world a little more clearly somehow. 

He still had so much fear inside of him, but his father had promised not to abandon him and his needs again. Even though he had felt betrayed by Lord Death in the past, something about him had changed drastically over the years and Asura could tell that he wasn’t lying to him. If he was sure of one thing, it was that. 

Asura took a glance at the reason he felt his father had become more attentive. His brother, Kid, was striding calmly next to the two of them. Asura was certain that Kid was their father’s pride and joy. In some ways, it hurt to see someone be so much more successful than him, and he didn’t understand how Kid could be so amazing in the world’s eyes. Still, maybe it was because they were brothers, but Asura couldn’t find himself hating Kid at all. He desperately wanted to get closer to his brother in fact, but- he had no idea how to go about doing that.

After the war against madness was said and done, when Maka (Asura was certain that was the girl’s name) pulled him out of his own deep-seated madness, Kid had forgiven Asura. That scared him more than anything, to have his brother forgive him for such awful transgressions so easily. He didn’t understand how anyone could just… get over that!

“Do you have something you wanted to say to me, Asura?”

Asura jumped, tightening his scarves around himself more when he realized he had been staring at Kid the entire time he was lost in thought.

“No. Nothing” Asura replied plainly.

Kid gave a small nod and the three of them continued down the street.

“Woah! Look at that kid with the weird hair! Who styles their hair like that? It’s so uneven. Three stripes, but just on the one side? Someone is just looking for attention”

A loud nasally voice catches the attention of the three shinigami walking down the street. It was easy to pick out a snobbish looking kid sitting at a local cafe's patio seating. He was sitting with a couple other kids who were snickering and looking directly at them.

“Isn’t he that guy who’s like, super obsessed with symmetry or something? Jeez… he’s not very symmetrical if you ask me.” 

The three shinigami stopped. Asura looked over at Kid, the one this group was obviously talking about.

Kid was standing silently, but his face wasn’t devoid of emotion. He was biting his bottom lip so hard, it looked like he could break skin at any moment. His fingers were twitching with intention, as if he was trying to ground himself from a panic attack. Asura knew Kid’s hair was a point of contention for him and being a horrifically anxious being himself, Asura could tell that Kid was trying to stop a full meltdown from happening in front of this group of shitty children. Asura felt something in his stomach snap.

“Oh my! Where are your parents at-” Lord Death had started to confront the kids, but didn’t get too far before Asura was holding the ringleader of the group by the neck. It wasn’t hard enough to suffocate him, but it was more than enough to terrify. 

“What gives you the right to comment on someone else's appearance, huh? Do you think you’re just so much better? I shouldn’t hesitate to teach you some damn manners since your parents clearly failed you!” Asura spat.

The other kids were shaking in fear next to him, slowly backing up to avoid Asura’s wrath. 

“I think it’s time for us to go home” Lord Death’s usually cheery voice was even as he put a hand on Asura’s back.

Embarrassed at his sudden outburst, Asura let go of the kid who scrambled away from him along with his friends.

Asura caught a glimpse of Kid, his expression unreadable. It made the guilt brewing inside him almost unbearable and Asura’s gaze remained locked to the ground the entire way home. He wished he would’ve worn more layers to hide his shame.

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Asura refused to leave his room for the rest of the day. In general, he didn’t want to ever leave again, but he knew it was only a matter of time before someone dragged him back out again “for his own good” they would say. For now though, he could enjoy some respite inside his room. He had expected the rest of the night to himself, but he was interrupted by a sudden knock on his door. Asura didn’t get up to open the door, nor did he give a vocal response. Maybe if he stayed silent, the person at his door would go away. No such luck though, as Kid opened the door Asura realized he never locked. 

“Can I come in?” Kid asks.

“You’re pretty much in anyway”

“You’re right. I also would have come in if you’d said no anyway. It’d be beneficial if we talked about today” 

Asura huffs and avoids looking at Kid.

“You don’t need to lecture me. I know choking kids is wrong, no matter the context. I know I need to control my temper more” Asura says.

“Well, you aren’t wrong about that, but I actually wanted to thank you” Kid responds.

Asura’s gaze snaps up and he squints at Kid, wondering what he was talking about.

“Maybe it was an unconventional way to handle it, but I appreciate that you stood up for me. Your reaction shocked me out of what would have turned into a panic attack” Kid explains.

“I could tell you were uncomfortable, and those brats should have just kept their damn mouths shut!”

Kid laughs and sits down on Asura’s bed opposite him.

“I realized too, maybe I haven’t been acting too brotherly with you. So I want to actually talk to you and understand you more” Kid tells Asura.

Asura freezes, unsure of what to say. He opts for a few small nods.

It’s uncomfortably silent for a moment.

“So… hm… do you know how to skateboard?” Kid asks

“I’ve never tried it before. That seems like a lot and how badly could you get hurt if you fall?”

Kid huffs out a laugh and stands again, motioning for Asura to follow him.

“Come on, let me teach you what you’re missing out on”

[bcdwhcre]

“Betrayal,” Levi x Reader

Summary: The 3 Titan shifters (aka Annie, Reiner and Bertholdt) had stolen the last Titan serum and you end up getting framed. While you get tortured by the military police to reveal the truth, Levi tries his best to prove your innocence.

Idk if this would end up being a series, it just might bc even tho this was requested, I’m thinking about having a spin where after the reader gets tortured, they have like a life changing moment (kinda like Tokyo ghoul where after Kaneki gets tortured, he turns into an actual ghoul) kinda like that so bear with me🤧

Warnings!: abuse and torture!!!!

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It was a normal day, the only day off the scouts had and they all spent it relaxing and talking with each other. You had sat next to your boyfriend, Levi, while having a few drinks when the military police had stormed inside the place.

The sudden harsh grabs of their hands on your body, slamming you down on the hard table was enough to cause pain through your body and you had let out a wince from the impact.

Their actions had made Levi jump up and try to shove them off your body, his anger boiling at the sight of you being put into handcuffs without them barely saying a word.

“Back up, Captain and let us do our job.” The guy ended up punching Levi clean in his jaw and made him stumble back.

“What the hell are you doing?” Armin had shouted, all the scouts ready to fight with the guards as they yanked your small body off the table.

“Y/N is under arrest for stealing the Titan serum and helping the traitors get away.” They spoke coldly, making your eyes widen at their words and Levi had looked surprised.

“That’s not true! I didn’t touch it!” You shouted, trying to resist their attempts of shoving you out the door and you had looked back at Levi.

“It’s not true, you have to believe me!” The last look he had given you was disappointment and that had made your heart shattered as they put you on the carriage.

The ride back to their station was quiet, except their disgusting words that they shot at you to make you feel guilty and even a guard mentioned how beaten you were going to be after they were done with you.

Your heart ached and your body shook from the amount of rage you felt running through your veins. You were sure you already had bruises forming on your skin from the rough pushing and shoving against the table.

Levi had stood in the middle of the room, watching you get taken out the door with the small of blood running down his nose and everyone stayed quiet, looking at the Captain.

He didn’t want to believe it but why would they suspect you? Out of all people? It had made him overthink about it but the look of terror on your face as you looked at him one last time had made him feel deep down in his gut that you were telling the truth.

He was your boyfriend afterall, he knew you pretty well and have been for over a year so he was positive he would know if you were a traitor and if you stole something as big as the Titan serum.

As you were shoved inside the cell, being locked away, you were left to your thoughts and the tears threatened to stream down your face as you tried to think of everything- how did you even end up here? What led you here?

It was a painful topic to think about, to even think about being a suspect, to think about being a traitor. There was no room for you to be a traitor even if you tried.

It had taken hours before the guards came back to bring you into a empty room, tying you to a chair to ‘ask you questions’ but in reality, they put you here to enjoy the torture they’re going to do to you.

“Where is the Titan serum?” One asked, making your sad tear filled eyes to look up at them and before you could even open your mouth, he had swung his fist to strike you across the face.

The rough impact caused blood to spit out of your mouth and onto the wooden floors, coughing it up as you tried to take steady breaths but it was far too difficult.

Levi had finally went up to the station with everyone, trying to reason with the military police and talk to them about the fact that their thoughts on you were completely false.

They had surprisingly let Levi through considering he is a scout but when he got through the area he wasn’t supposed to be in and had seen you in the room, the way you were breathing heavy and the way you face was already beaten to the point where he could barely recognize your face because it was covered it blood- it made him angry.

“Have you even done your actual fucking jobs or have you been beating her this entire fucking time?!” He shouted at them, making you raise your head at the sound of his voice and your heart began to break more if that was even possible.

“We are doing our job, you’re not even supposed to be this far back here. Get his ass out of here.” The mp ordered the guards to drag Levi out and he had looked at you with a pained look, shoving the guards off of him and walking out of the room by himself.

He didn’t want to leave you there but there wasn’t a whole lot he could do except talk to the higher ups and try to prove your innocence to them but that’s a lot harder than it sounds

Throughout the night, the guards didn’t let you sleep one bit. The long hours of them beating you whether it was with a stick, a whip- it didn’t matter. They had even used knives to cut up your skin, they didn’t care- for all they know you were a traitor to them.

The amount of blood that had covered your entire uniform was sick, you could barely even keep your eyes open and handle everything. You stopped crying, you stopped screaming, you were just emotionless.

And inside your head, you had zoned out enough to not think about the pain and think about the harsh beatings they were giving you. It felt like you had changed into a whole completely different person and gave yourself a new mindset from all this torture.

And it took two days.

Two days for Levi to find proof, two days for Levi to run up to the station and slam the proof on their desks along with bringing the scouts for evidence to show them that the people who had stole the Titan serum was no one else but the two Titan shifters, Reiner and Bertholdt.

The way Levi had rushed up to the chair you were still tied in, the rope digging in your skin from how tight it was- leaving dry blood stains from head to toe.

The guards still didn’t feel bad, shit, they still thought you did it but by their boss’ commands- they had to let you go.

Your eyes barely opened when Levi stepped in the room, all you could hear was muffling of voices and a blur of his face come into view.

He wanted to kill them desperately. The way he would enjoy watching his blade slice through their skins like butter but he kept his cool, he kept it together but deep down he wanted to scream at the sight of you. You were awful.

He had scooped you up in his arms, you could barely see his face from the blood but you ended up passing out eventually.

When you had regain consciousness, Levi had barely made it back to the base. All the scouts had looked at you in complete shock and even Armin had shed a few tears while Eren threatened to kill all the MPs.

“Just leave her be for a couple of days guys, she’s in bad shape.” Levi mumbled, he didn’t want to think about it too much- he didn’t want to stare at your bloody state or else it’ll send him off the deep end.

He didn’t know what to do but simply clean you in the bath tub. He had undressed you and sat you in there, making sure to sit you up so you wouldn’t fall. You held onto the edges of the bath, your eyes staring down at the clear water that soon was dark red from your blood.

You remained quiet which worried him, he knew it must’ve been traumatizing but he thought you would at least speak up by now.

“Y/N?” He whispered, running the cloth over your body ever so gently and this is when he got full looks of your wounds.

Deep cuts and slashes on your skin, from your back to your arms and legs. It was painful for him to look at it, he knew you would need stitches for them.

“Will you be okay for a few minutes? I need to go get the first aid.” He stared at you but your eyes stayed on the water, your head tilted down and your eyes barely even blinking.

Levi had sighed, standing up from his spot and left the room to hurry to the infirmary and come back so he can stitch you up himself. While he was gone, your eyes had moved around the bathroom and the bloody cloth he was using to wash you.

Once you had catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you stared at it for what seemed like forever- looking at the cuts that covered your pale body. Soon you started to laugh while tears filled up in your very eyes and even a few slipped down your cheeks as your laugh grew louder.

He had finally walked in the room, looking down at you and had felt a huge weight pin down on his heart. The mixed bloody tears on your cheeks and the laughter coming out of your mouth had him frozen in time until you finally caught his gaze, your laughing coming to a stop and your sobs started leaving your lips.

Levi rushed over, dropping the box and leaned over the tub to hug onto you but not so tight, making sure to watch your wounds. Your sobs had grown so loud that the scouts down the hall heard your crying, the pain escaping your throat was painful to their ears.

“Hey, shhh.” He had tried to comfort you, the guilt he felt had made him want to punch himself for not helping you sooner, it was his fault you were like this.

He stroked your hair back, tilting your head up to look at him fully and he couldn’t help but cry with you. The whimpers that escaped your busted lips had made him want to break down here and now.

“It’s okay, you’re safe.. you’re safe.” He repeated until your breathing had gone back to normal, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

He had resumed what he was doing. He grabbed the needle and thread, slowly starting to stitch you up while you silently cried in the tub, the water growing cold as your body ached. He had stitched you up in so many places that he could barely count, they completely went overboard with torturing you and he felt like it was on purpose.

When he finished cleaning off the dry blood off your naked body, he lifted you up and wrapped a towel around you. He watched the dark red water go down the drain and he cursed under his breath at the mess around the bathroom, blood everywhere.

You were silent again, numb to everything you had felt throughout the last few days, emotionless but felt the need to scream again but your throat was dry and empty and sore.

He was careful to dress you in comfortable clothes, mostly his t-shirt and some sweatpants after he made sure to put bandages over your stitches and cuts. He tugged his blankets back, laying you down and tucking you in.

Once your head had hit the pillow, your eyes shut and he sat at the edge brushing his fingers through your hair, watching you for a while.

“I’ll make sure they pay for this, I promise..” He mumbled, more to himself than to you before he pressed a kiss to your bruised cheek.

“I love you.”

Throughout the night he had slept beside you but made sure to keep his distance, he didn’t want to hurt you in any way and he knew you haven’t slept the whole time you’ve kept by the military police.

As you slept, all you dreamt of was nightmares and to you they felt so real. The way they would hit you, it felt like they actually did and when they had walked up to your bloody corpse, leaning down and even threatening to cut off your fingers.

The way their plyers had gripped onto your fingernails as they ripped it out with no remorse- it all felt too real. Your body would shake, jolt and even whimpers would fall from your lips as you slept. It had taken a while for Levi to even wake up from your movements.

“Y/N.” He tried to be as gentle as possible, placing his hand on your arm and that’s when you jolted awake, sitting up and panting.

He had removed his hand when you shot up, hesitating before he reached out for you again and when you felt his fingertips- you flinched hard, looking over at him like he was a stranger.

“It’s me.” He mumbled, your eyes adjusting to the dark and you looked at his pained expression and that made your breathing start to calm down.

“Sorry.” You whispered, wiping the sweat off your forehead and you looked down at your arms wrapped in bandages, seeing the blood start to leak through.

“Don’t be.. do you want to talk about it?”

“No.” You said coldly, moving to lay back down in bed and had your back facing him as you stared at the wall.

Levi wanted to desperately take your pain away, he wish he could trade spots and take all the damage instead. But as he sat there staring down at you for what seemed like an hour, he was afraid of losing you and afraid that you were slowly slipping away from his grasp.

He thought about comforting you, would that even be a safe option? He thought. You flinched at his slight touches and he didn’t want you to become afraid of him, he loved you more than anything.

He decided to scoot closer to you, carefully kissing the back of your head and rested his hand on a safe part of your upper arm, making you tense underneath his touch.

“Look, I know what you went through was traumatic.. believe me but please don’t push me away, I can’t lose you.” He said softly, making your eyes water instantly from the flashbacks that flooded your head, every slap, kick, punch, everything.

“Levi,”

“I just want you to be able to talk to me, you’re not alone, at all.”

“I know.” You simply said, not knowing what else to really say about the situation. You were beaten senseless, out of pure hatred, it changed you.

You decided to gently turn over to face him, scrunching up your nose at the pain that followed as you moved. Your eyes looked at his, your bruised face had made his heart hurt more than he could explain.

As you two sat there staring at one another, you carefully brought your weak hand up to caress his cheek and rubbed your thumb over his skin slowly.

He leaned his face more into your hand, the most affection he has gotten out of you and even then, you hesitated, you wanted to pull away. You didn’t want to be touched, talked to, you wanted to be left alone but you had to think about Levi’s feelings too and what he did for you.

“Thank you, for everything.” You mumbled, making his eyes instantly move to look at yours with a hint of hope in them.

“No need to thank me.”

“But I want to, for cleaning me up and trying to support me.. can I be honest with you?”

“Of course.”

You sat there for a moment, trying to think of a better way to put everything and you sighed, your lips pressing into a thin line and even that had made the pain shoot through your busted lips.

“I just- I’m not comfortable speaking about the details but what I will say is, I’m not the same.”

“Ive noticed.” He whispered, moving his hand to brush the strands of your hair back from your face and he gave you a weak smile.

“No matter what, Y/N, I’m here.. to love you, to take care of you, all of it. You’re not getting rid of me so easily.” This time you cracked a smile, squishing his cheeks playfully as you leaned over to press a quick kiss to his lips but even that caused you pain in your body.

“I love you, Lev.”

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Soooo idk whether to make a part 2

But if I was, I was thinking of the reader going crazy from the traumatic experiences and even going as far as to killing the guards in cold blood— no one knowing who did it except Levi. Blah blah.

Tell me what you think

Also this one is longer and I’m actually glad and proud how it turned out. So this is why I wanna start pacing myself, it turns out better that way❤️ but my requests are ALWAYSSSSS open, just be patient with me. Mwah. Ps, if you read all that, I love you.

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hey! (i love the new blog name btw!) i was wondering if you’d be willing to write something about a cruel supervillain dumping a hero they injured on hero’s nemesis’ (villain’s) doorstep, and villain opens the door and supervillain starts taunting hero, who is barely awake and very distraught, and villain gets so protective of hero (because they care, even tho they would never admit it)?

hello!! thanks, and I love this idea. enjoy!

Hero jolted awake, upset that they had been ripped from unconsciousness.  They just wanted to close their eyes for a second, just a second-

Crack.  Hero winced, their cheek stinging and head pounding as their eyes slowly adjusted to the world around them.  A shadowy figure was leaning over them, but they couldn't make out who it was.

“Rise and shine.”

Hero gulped, their gut turning.

They shakily raised their hands, attempting to shield their face from Supervillain.    Supervillain only laughed, grabbing at the hair at the nape of their neck and wrenching them up into a standing position.  Hero groaned as their vision swirled.  They had no idea where they were- they seemed to be standing in front of some sort of house.  Maybe it was Supervillain’s house?  They were torn out of their thought process by Supervillain’s loud pounding on the front door.  Hero raised their eyebrows at Supervillain, immediately looking away when they noticed the annoyed look on Supervillain’s face.  Within a couple seconds, someone opened the door unceremoniously.

Out of all the people they could have encountered, Hero had not expected to see Villain on the other side of the door, with a frown breaking out on his face.

“What is this?” Villain asked cautiously.  Hero blinked at them slowly, desperately wanting to just fall asleep.  Supervillain had a tight grip on their neck though, which kept them standing- albeit a little lopsidedly.

“Oh!” Supervillain exclaimed.  “It’s a present, duh.” Hero flinched, a sudden dizziness overcoming them.  They swayed a bit, but Supervillain’s hand kept them up.

“How is this a present? Hero can barely stand.” Villain replied, contempt dripping from their voice.  Hero looked over at him, surprised he wasn’t jumping for joy at the sight of his badly beaten-up rival.

“Be glad they’re alive.” Supervillain whispered, and Hero whimpered as they felt the grip on their neck tighten.  They heard Villain let out an exasperated sigh.

“Alright, let’s say I accept this present. What’s in it for me?” Villain raised an eyebrow at Supervillain, evidently realizing that they wouldn’t just drop Hero at their doorstep with no repercussions.

“You back off my territory.” Supervillain said stonily.

“Now, why would I do that?” Villain laughed.  To any other person, it would have sounded like a normal laugh.  But, Hero could recognize the strained edge to it, which suggested that Villain was feeling more annoyed than they had let on.

“Well, if you don’t...” Supervillain started, suddenly squeezing their hand against Hero’s neck roughly.  Hero choked at the sudden change in pressure, grabbing at Supervillain's hands weakly.  Their vision began to turn blurry and grainy as they fought for air. Villain said something, but Hero couldn't register it.  They could barely keep themselves upright, let alone tune into Villain and Supervillain's conversation.  Whatever was said, however, must’ve been to Supervillain’s liking, because a couple seconds later Hero was released from their grip.  They fell to the ground, coughing and sputtering as they massaged their neck.

Hero had no idea how long they had stayed hunched over on the ground, trying to regain their breath, before Villain had snapped them out of it.  It could’ve been milliseconds, seconds, minutes, hours...

At some point, Villain grabbed Hero's arm and lead them into their house.  The pair stumbled into Villain's house, Hero’s arm digging into Villain’s shoulder for support.  Hero felt mildly guilty as they realized that they were probably leaving a trail of blood on the hardwood floors of Villain's house.  Shaking their head, they gritted their teeth and moved along with Villain.  Eventually, they reached some sort of living room area, and Villain guided them to the couch.  Hero nearly fell onto it in their relief.  Finally, they could rest-

“Hey, hey, hey. You need to stay awake.  Just for right now.  Can you do that for me?” they heard Villain ask.  Hero tried to say something in response, but their throat was too dry.  They nodded tiredly.

“Good. Stay with me.” Villain nodded at them, running out of the room.  Hero looked up at the ceiling, watching as the fan that hung over the room spun.  As they started to drift off, they faintly heard footsteps.  Their eyes were about to close when they felt Villain shake their shoulders.

“Hey, stop that.” Villain said, not unkindly.  Hero moaned sleepily, burrowing further into the couch. “I know you’re tired, I just want to ask you something. Then you can sleep, I promise.” he said, spreading a blanket over Hero.

“Okay.” Hero mumbled, not even bothering to slap Villain’s hand away as he inspected their neck.  Villain’s eyebrows were furrowed, and their eyes gleamed ominously.

“Why did Supervillain do this?” Villain asked in a venomous tone, making Hero flinch out of habit.  Villain noticed their reaction and huffed, crouching next to the couch and looking over at them.

“I have no idea.” Hero replied, laughing awkwardly.  “They just like annoying me, I guess.” they said breathlessly, turning under the blankets until they were on their side.  They squinted as a determined look appeared on Villain’s face.  Villain immediately got up to their feet.

“Where- where are you going?” Hero asked, embarrassed at how needy they sounded.

“I’ll be right back- just have to do something,” Villain said vaguely.  Hero struggled to reply, feeling their eyes begin to close.  Vision’s figure faded out of their vision, until Hero finally gave into unconsciousness.