#i mean like i ramble and i talk for years but i usually try to be SOMEWHAT coherent lmao
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It's interesting to learn about identity disturbance with BPD because it really starts to explain everything. If your entire sense of self is held up by external sources (aka your friends! your environment!), then so many other things start to make sense. Like, for example, if your opinion on a character or a movie doesn't match your friend's opinion, then that's two parts of your identity contradicting each other!!! It's literally going to cause you cognitive dissonance! No wonder it's so distressing to me when that happens!!! đ
Or another example!!! The clinginess omg. You realize it's because you practically have NO boundaries whatsoever. You've practically been begging your friends to inhabit your fucking body lmao. And obviously people can't do that (for one, physics.... but for another, people got their own bodies to deal with lol). So when they inevitably aren't around, it's like the driver of the vehicle you're a passenger in just passed out unexpectedly. No wonder you're trying everything you can to get their attention lmao â they gotta wake up and drive!!!! đ±
It's also really interesting when you start to try to develop your sense of self (in DBT, it seems to be worded as "self respect"? I could be wrong though). Like, you've spent most of your life not knowing who you are or what you want/need. And the SECOND you find that one little decision you can make for yourself? That one little kernel that's you and nobody else? Well, suddenly it's like you've got the crown jewel (XD) in your hands and the world seems to transform into this armada of invaders trying to take it from you. Like bruh. Step away. This is ME i've got here, and I'm not letting her go without a fight lmao. (Narrator voice: but no one is actually fighting her...... lol)
Anyway I feel bad for ppl who learn all this in less-than-ideal circumstances because like... I think a lot of people would probably get confused/upset/angry at the change in behavior (like someone is going from doormat people-pleaser to some sort of Napolean Boneapart world-conquerer type lol). So damn, I'm super grateful because I've been getting needlessly feisty about wanting some autonomy lately, and pretty much everyone I know has been super supportive and encouraging about it???? And that's really neat. đ„° -feels very loved-
Anyway this has been a Ramble sorry. I just feel really good about things I've decided to do to improve myself lately, and I wanted to share lmao. I still haven't started writing as much as I had hoped I would, but like.... I'm starting to feel like ME, and I'm really happy about it. :)
#i hope this made any fucking sense whatsoever lmao#this is the most i've ever rambled in a tumblr post#i mean like i ramble and i talk for years but i usually try to be SOMEWHAT coherent lmao#i just thought dumped here#personal#bpd posting#my tag for this because i'm sure i'll have things to say again#kb post
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also! i showed my mom fade to black and she actually liked it.
#desperately in the process of trying to get my mother back into metal specifically because i want someone i can ramble about it to#i've mentioned this before - she used to listen to metal when she was like seventeen. which is thirty three years ago#she currently dislikes most metal (she prefers rock now)â but i will change that i swear. i need her to listen intently when i talk#about metal.#she liked fade to black as it is rather softer than most the metal i usually listen to. this is the second metal song i've shown her that#she's actually enjoyed! which is progressâ i suppose.#the other one was this means war by A7X.#she used to really like metallicaâ so im not surprised she enjoyed this one.#đrambling
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I need 2 vent
#bruh this girl is SO annoying and god i just find her pathetic at this point#she acts like an edgy anime character and that everhthing is agaisnt her even when its her decisions that she chooses that fucks shit up#last year she obvi never liked me and made it everyones problem. literally slamming doors and shit like a child#and now that she is pres of. Anime club she thinks she has some sort of power over me?? absolutely laughable#and she cant even talk to me. like i didnt have any problems with her last year but she insisted i did and caused a split in the group#and so now she uses her partner as some messenger ehich pissed me off even more. like really.#and shes trying to get me kicked off the eboard cuz i value school over a hobbies club????#literally made an attendance rule because she was pissed i go to math tutoring during club even tho i went to meetings and shit. not like#she ever even gave me any responsibility because she is too childish to handle shit like an adult#also....if i get kicked off. its anime club đ#sorry but thats just so funny to me lmaooo#Like she thinks she has any power over me in absolutely any way....it's very funny to me#oh well she'll have her little power trip and then go complain to anyone who will listen#this sounds mean because i am being mean. i usually always try to be nice but god she has taken this shit too far#annoying ass little kid. i dont have tike to deal with her made up rivalry with me#just literally leave me alone i dont care about you. im annoyed i have to even think about her again. shes such a manipulative asshole#well whatever that got that oit of my system. until tomorrow#rants#vent#rambles
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There's smth rly fun abt having stories based off of dreams because you just have a bunch of dream based worldbuilding that you just sorta have to work with now. Like oh a ring of infinite dragons run through the earth eternally consuming eachother? Guess I have to explain that now. Also that's sick as hell why didn't I think of that while awake
#rat rambles#oc posting#that damn dream story has captivated me deeply every since Ive had it even if I havent rly done much with it#I have been brainstorming some stuff relating the worldbuilding today tho#mostly what the actual deals of two main characters are#aka grim and the unnamed doggy#because Ive taken stabs at explaining them a couple times but have never rly landed on anything I rly care for#and theyre like The reason this dream stuck with me so hard so that is important#long story short theyre both god created beings that have been in a eternal brawl for what for them has been about 5 years for them#externally its been much much longer since anytime one of them successfully defeats the other they both go dormant for abt 50 years#they dont feel any of that bonus time tho so for them theyve been at this for ages with little to no break#grim usually wins since she was specifically trained to be the victor of the two everytime#but she isnt guaranteed a win by any means and has lost at least once#she likes to not think abt those times tho and pretend they never happened because if she acknowledged them then shed have to think through#the implications of that and she does not have the emotional or mental stability to be able to handle that#shes like. 16 to be clear.#the dog is about 21 or so Id say? Im still figuring things out so idk for sure yet#the basic premise of the story is that after so long of fighting they've both been gradually getting weaker and more exhausted each time#and after one iteration where they were both fighting high in the sky the two in the next iteration find themselves fallen very far apart#grim spends the story trying to find the dog and accidentally getting adopted along the way#and the dog ends up allowing some children to take them home so they can hide and recover and they end up getting attached#it's mostly just abt the two learning to exist as individuals and not weapons and finally beginning to process the trauma this whole cycle#has left them with and eventually breaking the cycle and chosing to stay with their respective new families#this was all stuff that was actually like in the dream which is why it stuck with me so hard but also that dream was mean to me for#dropping all of that and only giving one character a name. god.#tbf its kind of made up for by it being in like the coolest scene in the dream since it was grim naming herself that while talking to the#dog at the end since she had been referred to as a grim reaper or as just a reaper in the dream before that point so it was like a moment#of defiance and also claiming an identity for herself that wasnt just her title#shes a silly billy she also has a scythe that can shoot lasers
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as a fellow introvert; we are social creatures. introverts who purposefully see no one for months on end are usually just in a cycle where its been so long since theyâve hung out that itâs too intimidating for them to do anymore. i 100% feel tired after hanging out with my friends but i DO also feel happy and refreshed! tl;dr - youâre super normal lol. try to reach out to a couple people just to chat this week <3
thanks for reaching out I really appreciate itâ€ïž but I have to rant a bit. I allow you to ignore it!
I wish to not be a social creature because going too long without having a friend to talk to or not having someone to talk with almost daily feels bad and it's so hard to have a friend when I need one D:
i've been reaching out to people for the last few weeks or so but they don't reach back. try playing games with people but they play with their other friends or dont feel like playing. invite people to hang out but they say maybe and never give an answer or don't respond.
I don't want to bother my closest friends in our group chat too much in our group chat but the chat is mostly me sending messages with no response and even couple times saying I need a friend when I was having bad days but they didn't want to chat and I dont want to force anyone to entertain my lonely depressed ass. (especially when all I really needed was to talk about the new star rail stuff to distract me but I don't think they've finished it yet so I don't want to spoil) they live together so they always have to socialize and probably make each other tired without needing to add me to it.
so i've also been trying to reach out to new people, like joining twitch chats again for the first time in years. but that never goes well and doesn't satisfy my social needs. too many people talking at once and being the new person no one cares about and all....getting to know a new is very exhausting. but it's so hard to just be able to skip all that getting to know each other stuff jump straight into talking about a thing we both like (in this case it's star rail and cosplay and maybe art) I don't have enough already-known people to reach out to and i'm too tired to do the small talk dance until it's appropriate to jump into special interest territory. being autistic is so exhausting. I with to be one of those rare autistics I sometimes hear about that have 0 interest in social interaction at all
so as you can see, i'm trying. so hard. to the point I'm exhausting myself. it's been too much work for no payoff and makes things feel worse when the outcome isn't what I need and its constant reaching with no one grabbing my hand back. so I keep making annoying tumblr posts about it. i'm so sorry to anyone that reads my nonsense đđđđđđđđđđ this is a normal thing with me but it's usually kept to my other blog that's reserved for more serious posts like this but I tried posting here as a way to "reach out" and see if it invites any friendly friends or something but I don't think i'm doing it right...
(but I am going to a con tomorrow with someone I haven't talked to in like 2 years. but we don't have anything in common anymore so theres not much to talk about. he's the only person who responded to me after trying to reach out for like a month but I fear it will only exhaust me being around too many people and not help this gross need to have a deeper connecting socialization D:)
#i dont know how to ask for attention without asking for attention because attention seeking is bad and annoying#the more needy and annoying you come off the more people will ignore you. saying i need someone to talk to or hang out with gets me ignored#but being vague gets me also ignored???? like just trying to start a convo by throwing things out randomly doesnt work either#so if i cant be direct or indirect or invite people or ask to be invited or anything else ive tried ehst do i do?#how do i satisfy this stupid social need im cursed with? it takes me a month or 3 to recover from socializing so its not like i always ask#but its still too much. and âyou need to find the right peopleâ isnt helpful. because how!!! ive been looking for that for 30 years lmao#i just need someone to invite me and always invite me every time and always reach out first every time (well not every time. just dont make#me be the one every time because thats how it usually seems to go)#but no one wants to do the work and tell me when its ok to bother them. if i bother someone too many times in a row and get no response#then i will stop and wait. and wait. and wait. and give up eventually. or after certain amount of rejections i give up.#so that i dont come off as needy and attention seeking and obnoxious. if people want me they can come to me. and when no one does#that just feels bad. i hate that it feels bad. i wish to make that stop. i wish to turn off feelings.#i cannot figure out the line between bothering someone too much or just enough. how much am i required to push people#and how much is too much where i snap the line while trying to reel them in? because ive snapped more times than ive caught#or the bait just gets completely ignored and i get bored of waiting#oops im slipping into metaphor territory now. that means its time to stop saying words.#hopefully no one reads my annoying tags. i just needed a free space to ramble and vent amd tags are lile little whispers to do that in#but also it is autism acceptance month. people should be adopting a local autistic(me) person to show them what having friends is like#lee rants#im being super particular about how i need to socialize right now as well. dont want trauma bonding/life talks/depression sharing type stuff#only want special interest light hearted goofy fun talks. but those are so hard to do. its easy for people to default into doom conversation#but its hard to keep them on my topic of interest and to stay positive đ
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Hello!!!! I was wondering if you could write an angst with Ghost/Simon where the reader was too clingy after having a bad day and he lashed out on her but he didn't think anything of it because the next day the reader was acting normal. He only noticed after a few weeks when reader became more distant and quiet. Feel free to ignore if it's too weird or you don't like it!!! âĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄâĄ
this one is dedicated to all the ones who were hurt and never got that apology. hope this alleviates the pain.
simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader || masterlist || request rules
-there was no one specific reason as to why today turned out to be a bad day. it just was.
-from accidentally burning yourself trying to make breakfast after waking up late to having to deal with the most insufferable customers, it just wasn't your day today.
-but it was okay, because you had simon to return to when everything was said and done.
-the frown on your face immediately softens the moment you see him walk through the door to your shared home. as soon as he pulls his mask and boots off, you make your way toward him and engulf him in a tight hug.
-you are painfully (but understandably) unaware of the thin veil of his patience and the frustration that had been brewing within him in the past few hours. he half-heartedly returns the embrace.
-"how was your day, si?" you ask him gently.
-"fine," he responds shortly, hoping there isn't more to the conversation.
-even after you pull away from him, you trail behind him as he moves around the house. this wasn't irregular behavior from either of you. simon wasn't usually the most talkative person in the room, anyway, but he loved to hear your voice. that was one of the things he loved about the two of you together; you filled the space he couldn't.
-today, though, was different. he was pissed off at all different kinds of people. for some reason, couldn't bring himself to tell you that he was having a bad day and needed some space, especially because it was evident you were having a bad one yourself.
-so when he turned on his heel after listening to your rambles for as much as he could take and lashed out at you, he tried not to think about the unbearable amount of guilt seeping into his veins.
-"would you just stop clinging to me for five minutes? god, 's like i can't get away from you or your constant fucking talking!"
-you had heard stories, mostly from simon, about the kind of man he could be when pushed to his limit. mostly, it was of violent, physical acts when it came to work or protecting the ones he loved. other times, he would tell you about when he'd lash out at others just like he did to you, now, and he always told it to you with a quiet fear. there was an unspoken meaning to him telling you about the times he's acted out: i don't want to do the same to you. i don't want to hurt you.
-but here he was, towering over you with a coldness in his eyes and a dryness in his throat from the sheer volume of his words.
-averting your gaze from his, you let out a meek, "'m sorry," and watch as he slams the door in front of your face.
-when he slinks into bed next to your sleeping form later that night, ridden with shame and guilt, he misses the tear-stained face hidden from him. after his outburst, you felt like all of the energy in your body had been taken away from you and retreated to bed early. you cried on and off for hours.
-you always thought you had a clinging problem. it was an insecurity you carried with you starting from childhood. friends would become acquaintances and family would keep you at arms-length. after years of believing the issue was you, simon walked into your life and told you different.
-if you stopped talking because you thought he stopped listening and was uninterested, he'd always turn back to you and genuinely ask why you stopped talking. whenever you apologized for hugging him for too long or asking to spend time with him for the third time that week, he'd always tilt his head at you and say in that low, sincere voice, "but i love you?"
-for all those reasons, you tried to give him the benefit of the doubt despite how much he hurt you. so, when he tries to bring it up the next morning, you do your best to brush it off. he was having a bad day. that was all. no need to make a fuss.
-"listen, love," he calls to you as you pop your piece of toast out of the toaster. "about last night-"
-completely disregarding his words, you look at the clock and stuff your phone into your pocket. "it's fine. honestly, simon," you tell him with the best smile you could muster. "i'm gonna be late. i'll see you tonight."
-you were so adamant on getting out as quick as possible that simon had no time to respond. he thought to himself that maybe he was making a bigger deal out of it than you. maybe there were no hard feelings and you were completely fine. after all, he was always overly worried for you, anyway.
-so, when you came home, he didn't mention it. it was as if last night didn't happen, and the two of you were perfectly fine. there were times where simon thought you were being a bit more restrained in your movements or words, but he tried to chalk it up to just him being overly paranoid. you said it was fine, so it was better not to push you on it, right?
-at first, you were doing really good at keeping yourself from overthinking the situation. however, as time went on and you paid more attention to how you acted around your boyfriend, you began to wonder if you were really that clingy.
-as the week progressed, your state of mind would deteriorate. what if it wasn't just a bad day? what if that was what he thought the entire time and was just waiting for the right moment to tell you? had he just been trying to cheer you up about your insecurities the entire time? and if he was, how much of this relationship was even real, then?
-the more you thought about it, the more distant you became. the last thing you wanted to do was make simon feel like he was being suffocated by you. you slowly stopped initiating physical affection with him, restricted talking about your day to a few sentences, and tried to answer simon's questions in one word when possible.
-he notices. of course he notices, it was like a stranger was living where you were supposed to be, and he missed it. he missed you.
-he asks you about your change when you're getting ready for bed, pulling the rest of your nightshirt over your head. despite being exhausted from work and looking like you were sitting out in the wind, he thought you never looked more ethereal than you did now.
-"(y/n)," he said.
-"hm?" you hummed to him, not turning toward his direction. you sat down on the edge of your side of the bed, turning off the lamp at the same time.
-your lack of emotional presence was starting to eat at him. he sat down next to you, the mattress dipping beneath his weight and forcing you to lean toward him.
-"you alright?"
-"yes. why?"
-"i dunno, you just seem..." his eyes tried to find yours, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. "quiet."
-it was then that you looked at him, and it was scary to simon because he couldn't make out the emotion in your expression. there was nothing he could read.
-"isn't that-" you had to pause to try and stabilize your wavering voice. "isn't that what you wanted?"
-there was a tension-filled silence that settled in the room, and for a second you were worried that what you said was somehow incredibly offensive.
-finally, he chokes out, "i'm sorry."
-again, you try to muster up a smile. "it's fine, i already told you. i should've known you wanted space."
-"no."
-"no?"
-"it was my fault," he explains. "how could you 'ave known? i didn't tell you i wasn't in the mood that day, and that's not even considering the way i talked to you. i shouldn't have- nothing excuses what i said to you."
-still, you were convinced you were to blame. "well, i have a history of being clingy, so," you were trying to come up with more excuses for him. for most of your life, you had decided that you were the issue. it couldn't be any other way, right?
-"i know. it's one of the things i love you for," he says quietly. "not to sound cheesy but it's what makes you you, and i don't want you to lose that jus' 'cause i'm still shitty at communication."
-you knew in some capacity he was right. there was no excuse for how he talked to you, but the next words you wanted to say evaded you.
-simon thought about talking some more. instead, he grasped your back with one hand and slid his other underneath your legs, repositioning you on his lap. it was like a silent plea from him, a way of proving that he wanted to be close to you just as much as you wanted to be close to him.
-"you're sure i'm not too clingy?" you ask tentatively.
-"positive," he reassures you, rubbing small circles on your back with his thumb. "you wanna know something?"
-"what?"
-"if i wasn't so fucked up-"
-"you're not fucked up."
-"right." you never let him talk badly about himself. that was something he was still getting used to after all this time. being loved and learning to love himself. "well, if i didn't grow up the way i did and became the person i am, i'd probably be way clingier than you."
-"that's impossible," you deny, unconsciously letting yourself lean into his touch.
-"you don't know how much i want you. if my mind and body would let me, i'd be close to you all the time, showing you the attention you deserve."
-"you give me plenty."
-"agree to disagree," he stops with the circles and pulls you impossibly closer to his body. "but 'm trying. 'm trying to learn to let you love me and to not be afraid to love you. 'm sorry, love. i stopped trying that night, and i think it'll be the death of me."
-you let his words sink in, a thoughtful look on your face.
-"next time you'll tell me, right? what you're thinking?"
-"pinkie promise," he agrees, letting the hand under your legs slide out and raise his pinkie finger toward you.
-in return, you link your pinkie with his to seal the promise, and it feels as though the heavy tension in the air has cleared away.
-"i love you," he says, feeling bold from his previous admission.
-"i love you, too." there's that smile on your face. he never realized until now how he probably couldn't live without it.
-he kisses you on the lips, and for a moment the two of you just stay there in each other's arms, forgiving the past, healing the present, and dreaming of the future together.
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Rafe x Girl next door type/Sweet!Pouge Reader: He sees her at a party and he sets his eyes on her, wanting to hook up with her for the night and ditch her the next day. He gets surprised thought when he actually talks to her, how kind, sweet and genuine she is # and to also find out that she is the relationship girlfriend type that would never have sex with someone random # but does not end it right there with him then trying to find someone else for the night but actually find himself drawn to her and wanting to take care of her/protect her and offers to drive her home (and whatever else you can think of, just a suggestion)
lamy's notes: i hope you like it, angel!
the party is in full swing, neon lights flickering against the walls, bodies packed tight with the heady scent of sweat and liquor thick in the air. rafe cameron leans against the kitchen counter, a red solo cup dangling from his fingers, half-full of something heâd stopped tasting an hour ago. his sharp blue eyes scan the crowd, predatory, practiced, already picking out his next conquest.
then he sees you.
it isnât like the other girls he usually finds himself entangled with. no plunging neckline, no practiced sultry gaze or desperate attempt to get his attention. youâre differentâsweet-looking, soft around the edges, the kind of girl who smiles at people like she means it. the kind of girl who doesnât belong here.
and fuck, does that make him want you more.
youâre laughing, head tilted back just slightly, talking to a couple of your friends who donât seem nearly as enthralled by you as they should be. you arenât drinking, he notices. just standing there with some soda in your hand, cheeks flushed but not from alcohol. from joy. genuine, untainted joy.
rafe smirks. this will be easy. the sweet ones always melt in his hands, naive enough to believe whatever story he spins, desperate for that kind of attention from someone like him. he pushes off the counter and makes his way toward you, predatory confidence in every step.
âdidnât peg you as the party type,â he murmurs, sliding in beside you. your head turns, and when those warm, wide eyes meet his, something in his stomach twists.
you smile. actually smile at him. no coyness, no pretense. just a simple, friendly, fucking devastating smile. âyeah, i guess iâm not,â you admit, a little sheepish. âbut my friends wanted to come, so here i am.â
rafe arches a brow. âand youâre not drinking?â
you shake your head. ânot really my thing.â
his usual lines, the easy teases and flirtations, catch in his throat. thereâs nothing to latch onto here, no feigned innocence waiting to be shattered. justâŠyou. real. unaffected. completely unlike anyone else in this house.
ânot your thing, huh?â he echoes, tilting his head. âso what is?â
you give a small shrug, your fingers curling around your soda cup, you begin to ramble about random things. âi donât know. movie nights, bonfires on the beach, making pancakes at midnight just because. you know, wholesome stuff.â
wholesome.
jesus christ.
rafe hasnât felt this off-kilter in years. he came here tonight looking for a quick fuck, someone to drag upstairs and forget about the next morning. and yet, here he is, utterly hooked on you talking about making pancakes at midnight.
âyouâre not from around here, are you?â
you laugh, light and warm. âborn and raised.â
âhuh.â he studies you, trying to pinpoint exactly what makes you so different. maybe itâs the way you look at him, not like heâs some trophy to be won or some cautionary tale to be avoided, but justâŠlike a person.
he doesnât know what to do with that.
âso,â he tries again, leaning in slightly. âif youâre not into parties, whatâs keeping you here?â
you tilt your head, studying him right back. âgood company, i guess.â
rafe isnât used to being caught off guard. isnât used to having the script flipped on him like this. but instead of pissing him off, it just makes him more intrigued.
for a split second, he thinks about cutting his losses, about finding someone else whoâd be easier, who wouldnât make his chest feel tight in a way that has nothing to do with lust. but the thought of walking away from you right now?
doesnât sit right.
âlet me drive you home,â the words are out before he even realizes heâs said them.
your brows lift slightly, surprised but not suspicious. âyou sure? i wouldnât want to take you away from the party.â
he smirks. âbelieve me, sweetheart, nothing hereâs worth sticking around for.â
you hesitate for a moment, then nod. âalright. thatâd be nice.â
rafe has never been interested in nice before. nice doesnât get you anywhere. nice is weak. but as you walk beside him out of the house, trusting him in a way he knows he hasnât earned, he thinksâ
maybe nice isnât so bad.
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MDNI | poly 141 x fem fat reader | masterlist
Part 8: Nobodyâs Son, Nobodyâs Daughter
You hate how weak you are, sometimes.
That a text can ruin your whole day.
>> Hey. I hope youâre doing well. I miss hearing from you.
Youâre fuming. Absolutely fuming. In under fifteen seconds youâre on your feet, face hot and heart pounding as you stomp across the old wooden floor.
âIâll be right back.â You grunt to Johnny and Kyle, ignoring their wide, confused eyes and fast walking past them and out the back door.
The sun is up for longer now, only just beginning to set. Itâs hot and hard to breathe, which only makes you more pissed off. Your skin prickles and blood rushes in your ears. You hate the way your hands shake. Your boot connects with the dumpster hard. It hurts, but youâre too pissed to really care. You just need it out of your system - the metal sending a ringing, gong-like sound bouncing around the back alley as you repeatedly slam your foot into it.
How dare he?
Miss hearing from you? YOU?
He ignores you for your whole childhood and teenage years - didnât even try - and he misses hearing from you!? Couldnât ever remember your age or grade when you did see him and he hopes your doing well!? Blew you off for his other kids for years and he fucking misses you!
How the hell did he even get your new number? Your mom, probably. The traitor. Fuck.
âThink that binâs âad enough, bird.â Simons voice startles you. He glances down at the dent you somehow managed to make. Your foot throbs when you put it back on the ground, shifting your weight onto the other one. One of your toes is bleeding, you think. You hand feel it soaking into your sock.
You look away, face hot from embarrassment now. âDidnât know anyone was out hereâŠâ
Simon takes you in for a moment. Usually you donât mind it - his intense silences - but right now it feels like being dissected. Like heâs pulling your skin back to reveal that squirming, tar-like creature aways simmering just a layer beneath. The pathetic little worm you try so hard to cover with a functional facade.
âSmoke?â He tilts the pack toward you. You wrinkle your nose - itâs a shit brand - but at the moment you wouldnât care if it was made of actual shit as long as it had nicotine.
You pick one out and plop down on the weird curb that lines the opposite side of the alley. Simon sits beside you, raising his lighter toward you cupping his hand around the little flame to light your cigarette. Itâs intimate, in a way, and if you had the emotional elasticity for it you might have blushed.
âWanna talk about it?â He asks after a few drags.
You shrug. âDads suck.â
Simon hums. âThat they do.â
âItâs just like-â You make an exasperated sound and run your fingers through your hair. âLike if youâre not around for fuckinâ twenty years, you donât get to act upset when I donât want to talk ever. Just because now Iâm the one that set the boundary. Itâs stupid. Itâs mean.â
Simon nods along as you ramble, your voice trailing off eventually. You both sit there quietly, for a moment. This is the type of silence that you donât mind. Enjoy, even. Just existing together. At first you thought he hated you, or just didnât like much of anybody, but youâve come to theorize that heâs the same as you. That he gets stuck in his head, too. Itâs nice, having someone to sit with without the need to entertain them. To preform.
Your lip quivers even as you attempt to stop it by sinking your teeth in. A killing blow. It doesnât work. You bury your face in your hands. âI donât know why Iâm cryingâŠâ
âBecause youâre hurt.â Simon bluntly replies. Itâs soft, though. As soft as a voice like his can be.
âHe doesnât deserve it.â You sob, messily wiping at your eyes. Your eyeshadow is probably smudged to hell now but you canât bring yourself to care. Hopefully the others donât ask about it.
An arm wraps around you, tucking you close. The surprise of it almost knocks you out of your crying fit entirely. Simon isnât touchy. With anyone. He doesnât look at you, just keeps his eyes forward while he takes a long drag, but that arm remains around your shaking shoulders with you pressed to his side.
Itâs quiet, as it usually is when you close up with just Simon. The others took off for the night. Johnny said something about a date before dragging Kyle off arm in arm. They must have set up some kind of double date for the evening. Johnâs last appointment had to reschedule so he knocked off early as well. Itâs nice, really, to be alone in the shop with Simon. He lowers the music, helps you with sweeping and the trash. Tells you the newest joke from wherever the hell he gets them. Popsicles, you think, based on his sweet tooth and the quality of pun.
âCâmon. Weâre takinâ a field trip.â Simon tilts his head toward the street past the turn to your apartment. He still insists on walking you home, even if the sky is still relatively bright.
You look up, frowning. âWhere?â
âYouâll see.â
You follow him down the quiet street. Itâs warm and muggy as you go. You keep glancing up at Simon, waiting for some sort of tell. Some hint at where heâs leading you. In the back of your mind, you become innately aware that Simon is probably the only man youâd follow this blindly.
You nearly knock into him when Simon comes to a sudden stop. âHere.â
You look up, squinting at the tacky sign in what you can only describe as âintense manly manâ font. Bold, blocky letters in bright orange with faux cracks scattered through the letters.
TANTRUM TANK
A mixture of stunned and curious leaves you quietly following Simon in. You press the spot between your brows to dissipate the confused frown. The lobby is pretty basic with a few decorations that mimic the style of the sign. Cracked facades and black walls. The room is lined with plastic chairs and a couple safety posters reminding patrons not to hit each other with the bats. A large television screen flashes between images of people in hazmat suits smashing various garbage and debris, pausing on a menu of times and prices.
âSimon!â A man appears behind the counter, face bright. âHere for your usual hour?â
Simon steps up to the counter, nodding in your direction. âActually, Iâve got a plus one.â
The manâs brows raise and he looks you over, giving you ashort, polite greeting. You nod and smile back, pretending like you know why youâre here at all. You just watch as Simon briefly chats with the clerk who obviously knows him well. Heâs a regular here, then. He doesnât give anything away, just makes some brief, perfunctory small talk before taking a key and waving you after him. Whyâd he bring you here, of all people?
Your heart skips at the thought of Simon wanting to do something with you, though. He brought you here because he wants to hang out - in his own way. He must do this with the other boys, too. Maybe one of them bailed on him or something. Part of you wonders if he didnât want to come alone, but that doesnât sound like him. Plus, you canât say that itsâ at all out of character for him to decide something and just do it with no other communication. You also canât say you mind much. Not with him.
âYou come here with the others a lot?â You ask as you follow him back to the room.
âNo.â
You frown. Oh.
The two of you lapse into silence as you put your things away into designated lockers. Thereâs a sort of interim room before the actual rage room with storage and a few stacks of protective gear in various sizes. Simonâs quick about it. Practiced. He slips on the protective plastic suit quickly while you grunt and struggle with unfolding it. Your hair crinkles with static as you finally get the mass of plastic unfurled and step into it. Of course the one that fits you around is too damn long. At least the gloves fit.
âSimon?â You murmur, finally finding your voice - as weak as it comes out. âWhyâd you bring me here?â
He looks you over for a moment with that same steady gaze as before. Youâve never felt seen like you do with Simon. Even with the others⊠they donât see to the core of you like he does. Maybe thatâs just wishful thinking. Some pathetic little part of you left over from your misunderstood teenage years.
âI âad a pretty shite father.â Simon says as he zips up his suit. âTaught me a lot of anger. I didnât- I donât want to be like âim. Donât want people tâbe scaredâŠâ
You stare, wide eyed, frozen in place. As if any movement would disrupt this new found honesty - would frighten the man away from confiding in you. Itâs sudden and far more than youâve gotten out of him in the months youâve known each other. Itâs too special to risk.
âSometimes youâve got tâget it out of your system. Better than breaking your foot on a skip.â He snorts, stepping forward and carefully pushing a pair of safety glasses over your eyes. One hand runs over your hair just for the briefest moment; another lightly pats your cheek before he turns on his heel, grabbing one of the bats hanging on the wall and making for the door.
You stare after him, shell shocked by both the admission and uncharacteristic physical touch. You involuntarily reach up to trace your fingertips over the cheek he touched.
Donât want people to be scaredâŠ
A part of you breaks in the back of your mind. The obvious, unsaid âof meâ sits heavily on your tongue. Some distant image of what he might have looked like as a child. Small and blonde with those big dark eyes⊠You gulp down a tight breath and follow after him, just a little too close to crying at the implication.
Simon gestures toward a crooked, half broken office desk. âLadies first.â
And oh, if that first swing wasnât the best release youâve had in a long, long time.
A/N: Sorry for being inactive the past couple weeks, I could literally write a novel with how much as happened irlđ
Anyhoo next part yâall are getting lots of Price because that homecoming skin has got me fucked up
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UPDATE What's up, it's the proposal guy. You said you wanted to know how this turned out, so I figured I'd tell you. First some context though, because I'm mean and I wanna keep you in suspense longer.
1- I don't wanna doxx us so I'm not telling you where we live, but suffice to say, neither of us are American, and gay marriage has been legal here for less than five years. For both of us, this is the first relationship we've had where marriage was even an OPTION, and I think that's where we've been getting some of that whole 'this has to be a REAL proposal with EVERYTHING' idea.
2- I gotta figure out how to explain this properly. So, I'm pretty used to being the GUY guy in relationships? I was always the one who did the nice gestures, not the one they got done for. Before I met my dream guy, I didn't really notice or care that it was such a thing, I just assumed that's how shit worked. Also, I promised I wouldn't talk a lot about his stuff here, but his last boyfriend before me SUCKED. Anyway point here is, it turns out we both REALLY like feeling swept off our feet sometimes, and a big part of finding each other has been getting to feel special for once? That's a stupid sappy way of putting it the point here is I think all that's what morphed into "I need to be the one getting proposed to, also it has to be completely perfect", and then our Petty & Extra genes got involved.
So I'm sitting in bed thinking about all that up there, and watching all the comments coming in basically being like "Dude, you are BLOWING this" on repeat, and telling me to compromise, and I look up and see him flossing in the bathroom and making all these doofy faces at the mirror, and it's like a switch just flips in my brain, and I'm like "Oh, I'd rather he gets to have his perfect proposal than we both have an okay one". I'm gonna do it.
Morning rolls around, and while I'm 'out for my jog like normal' I hit up a pawn shop for a temp ring (the ring pop thing is cute but NOT HIM). I found one I was at least confident wouldn't get ruined the first time he got his hands greasy (he fixes old machines as a hobby it's hot as hell), got back home, and hid the box in the toe of my nasty ass workout shoes in the bedroom closet, since I figured he'd check there last.
He was still asleep, because he stays up late no matter what and then is SHOCKED he's tired the next day, so I called and booked a table at our usual anniversary spot. (Side note about the 'he picks bad restaurants' thing. This isn't an 'I like Greek, you like Chinese' situation, dude's just BAD at finding places. He either assumes pricey is tasty and I get to eat some overrated gourmet bullshit, or he'll try and find something hip and underground and risk giving us food poisoning again, and he REFUSES to give up and pick somewhere we've been before when it's his turn to plan date night. I'm obsessed with him <3.) Date was set, I'd propose on the 21st.
Some of you might have noticed this, but fun fact! It's currently the 16th.
Last night I'm doing dishes and he's been sent to our room for mug collection duty, and he's taking FOREVER, so I go check just in case he found the ring, because the man's a gift tracking BLOODHOUND. Turns out he hasn't, he's found my Angry Box.
I assume other people have an Angry Box? Basically, we had this huge messy fight right when we first moved in together, and I never wanna let it get that bad again, so I have this shoebox where I keep a bunch of our stuff I can look at if we're fighting and hopefully cool off. There's one of those photo booth roll things, letters we wrote when he moved back with his parents for COVID, the wine cork from our first date, shit like that. Anyway, he's just sitting on the floor staring at it, and I explain about the Angry Box, and then he! Proposes!!! Kind of.
He definitely didn't have anything prepared, because by 'propose' I mean 'ugly cried & rambled at me for several minutes before I figured out it WAS a proposal', but once I got on the same page it was amazing. I said yes, and he had to admit he didn't have a ring for me because he was CONVINCED he'd win and I'd do it, so I grabbed mine because, yeah, he was right. He was like "this is the ugliest ring I've ever seen" and I was like yeah well the plan is to replace it later and he went "No. You can pry this off my cold dead fingers. After I'm buried with it." So I guess it's not a temporary ring anymore.
I'm just gonna go ahead and skip to this morning. I pointed out we still have the reservation, and he said I should propose there anyway because "We can get a free dessert. They have those creme brulee shot glasses you like. And for love, or something" and I said ok deal, but that means you gotta get me a ring to keep it fair, and his eyes LIT UP. When I swung by his work for lunch he was still on the phone with a jeweler and he had a whole page of notes on three other ones. Pray for me.
OH PS: I was RIGHT that he'd been the one behind the cat biting me, but it wasn't about the proposal stuff, it's because I paid my baby sister three dollars to shout 'fuck you' every single time he enters a room she's in for (if you ask me, he should be madder at my sister for charging so little), and he did it by giving her a bunch of treats for biting his hands too, so now neither of us can pet our baby girl without oven mitts on. HOLY SHIT I love this man.
Oh my goddddddd I love everything about this <333 I awwww'd out loud on a voice call, like, six times while reading. You two are friggin perfect for each other and so obviously smitten with each other and I wish y'all all the happiness in the world
PS Are y'all planning to have a big wedding? If so oh boy I can't WAIT to get that one in the inbox
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After hearing about him for what seems like forever, you finally meet Jungwooâs hot roommate. But itâs a lot more wholesome than anything else.
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a/n: seeing Jae getting drunk with YoungJi did something for me. I miss him and itâs really hard being a military wife. this is part of a larger collection coming soon, so nothing spicy. pls enjoy~
mentions of: other nct members, bff! Jungwoo, alcohol consumption, marijuana usage, light flirting, honestly tho everyone is just shy and cute and silly
A few days before the party, youâd asked Jungwoo what kind of wine his roommate liked. Since it was a celebration, you figured you should at least bring a gift.
âHe told me to tell you to not bring anything.â
âHow could he even know?â You whine, incredulous.
âBecause I know you and your habit of balling out on people who are being celebrated.â
Thereâs not much you can say to that. You are known to bring a nice bottle of something that suits the taste of the one being celebrated. You love to see the joy on someoneâs face when they get a tailored gift.
Itâs the least you could do for someone when you notice their hard work. It feels good to appreciate someone, especially a friend like Jungwoo. Itâs only natural youâd extend the perks to his roommate, right?
âYou talk to your roomie about me?â You coo, poking his cheek. Setting his coffee cup down, he nods, seemingly pleased to share this piece of information with you.
âIn passing. I told him you were coming, that I invited your coworker, too. Iâve gushed about her to him a few times. He just kinda smiled? Not in a weird way. Like⊠I donât know. He just stared at me for a few seconds. Then he said he was happy to hear that. So-â
âSounds like heâs in full support.â
Jungwoo smiles, bringing the cup back to his lips. Then he gives you a sly look over the rim before he speaks again.
âHe also asked me about you.â
âWhat about me?â
âI guess I talk about you all the time, right? I told him about your art, all the art shows youâre in. Iâm sure Iâve shown him a picture of you before, like from that time we went to the beach.â
âYou showed your roommate my bikini photos?â
His eyes widen and he starts to immediately apologize when raise your hands to cut him off.
âWait. Did he like them?â
âHe⊠didnât say much of anything if Iâm being honest.â
âOh.â
âWhich doesnât really mean anything, honestly. Sometimes he just doesnât have anything to say.â
ââŠokay thatâs a little better.â
Itâs hard to imagine Jungwoo living with someone who doesnât talk as much as he does.
The way you two often communicate is rapid-fire, dramatic, occasionally riffing off the otherâs jokes. He likes to share his thoughts out loud and use you as a sounding board. You like to ramble about abstract art ideas and the special interest of the week.
Trying to picture your yap king living with someone who probably makes three facial expressions a year (says Jungwoo) makes you wish you could be a fly on the wall.
âHow much have I told you about Jae? I know heâs always out, or at work soâŠ.â
His roommateâs name is Jaehyun. All you really know about him is that heâs close in age to Jungwoo, he used to be really competitive m, and that he has a cousin somewhere in Europe. Not much else past that.
âOne time I was over you showed me a photo or two from when you guys were in high school. Iâve seen him in your stories too.â
âYou said he was cute! I forgot about that.â
You recall a guy with dark hair and a cute bowl cut, wearing the same basketball jersey as Jungwoo. When you said cute, you were referring to their round faces and goofy hair cuts. The more recent pictures on Instagram were usually from an angle where you couldnât really see his face, but he was always dressed nice from what you could tell.
âHe was! Little cutie stranger man.â
Thereâs a beat.
âOkay, so about that. Heâs was cute but now heâs, like, super handsome.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âLike, heâs hot. Bulked up, started dressing nicer, smells good. His jawline is insane. He should actually model. I didnât know he was going to look like that when we grew up, you know?â He shakes his head in disbelief.
âDamn, you ever told him all that?â
âAll the time, actually. Heâs so sick of me. At this point Iâm just saying something thatâs objectively true. Youâd be lying if you thought he was ugly. So that being said-â
He whips his head towards you, you watch a plot and scheme form in his brain. His lips curl into something devilish.
âCareful not to fall in love with my roommate, yeah?â
You blink at him, two times. Three times.
âHuh?â
His words sounded like a warning, but it feels like he very much would prefer you do the opposite.
âI just feel like heâs someone youâd fall for.â
âYouâve never seen me fall for anyone. Not once since youâve known me.â
âExactly. Which is why Iâm saying⊠I think you guys will get along well.â
âDonât hope too hard, but Iâm sure heâs lovely.â
Sighing, Jungwoo offers you a sympathetic look. You ignore it and instead check for any emails from the art festival youâre vending at later in the month. Itâs not much help, as you can still feel his eyes on you.
âI think heâd be good for you.â
âI donât think playing matchmaker with your friends is that good of an idea,â you clipped.
Right before you met Jungwoo in senior year of college, youâd been in a relationship that ended pretty badly. You were in love, and you think he was, too. At one point at least.
But when things run their course, and you stay in them too long, they start to drain you of everything.
Youâd lost a lot of time and energy trying to be pretty enough, interesting enough, desirable enough to keep the spark alive. To keep his attention. But to no avail. It was like he was just waiting for you to leave.
After a while, feeling empty and settling for whatever he could toss your way was too much to bear. It was just time to let go.
It was hard when at the end, you realized he just didnât love you like you loved him. But was too scared himself to be honest with you about it.
Heartbreak was one thing, but grieving a relationship that wasnât all that real was another. It took you a long time to move through that pain.
Jungwoo watched you put a lot of effort into rebuilding your personality, your self worth, your confidence. He was nothing but supportive, as were your other friends, dragging you to every show in the city, joining you at a new cafe or listening to your new ideas about art youâd been neglecting. And Jungwooâs friends were a wonderful addition to your life, as well.
It was beyond being choosy- youâd taken yourself out of the dating game altogether, focusing on work, art, your friends. Yourself.
Now you were very careful not to let anyone in and disrupt that. Itâs been a beautiful life to fall back into; youâd hate to lose it to the wrong person.
Jungwoo is nothing but understanding still, squeezing your arm instead of pushing any further.
âWell, regardless, I know youâll get along well. Even as friends.â
You roll your eyes at him, a small smile creeping back onto your face.
âDonât look into his eyes, though, seriously. Heâs something else.â
On the trip over to Jungwoos apartment your friend tells you about her day, catching you up on some work gossip and her roommates string of interesting dates.
She laughs at how engrossed you are in her words, loving how excited you are to listen to the tea. Youâre asking questions, connecting dots. The entertainment is delicious.
âIâm never on shit, so Iâm living vicariously through you guys,â you sigh.
âWeâre on shit tonight! Iâm excited to party with Jungwoo.â
You flit your eyes over to her. âYeah?â
âGirl, yes. He seems like a good person to party with. Heâs always so bubbly and sweet when we go out for coffee, and always supportive of you so heâs good in my book.â
You wish she knew why you were smiling so big.
âHe is a sweetheart, and a wonderful friend. I feel like you guys will get along well, Iâm surprised we havenât all gone out before.â
Pulling your phone out, you open your camera to check for a lipgloss reapplication when text from Jungwoo comes through.
woo-ah: đ¶ whatâs ur ETA?đ”
âC-can I be honest with you?â
Immediately you lock your phone, adjusting your body to give her your full attention.
âOf course you can.â
She glances towards the driver, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth like sheâs telling you a juicy secret.
âI think heâs gorgeous.â Her cute confession has you both giggling like schoolgirls in the back of the rideshare. âDonât tell him, please!â
âBabe, your secret is safe with me.â You pinch your fingers together, pretending to zip your lips. âYou wanna hear a secret?â
Her eyes widen in anticipation.
âI think he thinks youâre cute, too.â
âShut up, no way!â
âLetâs just say I have insider info.â
âYour secret is safe with me.â
you: appx 4 min đ€
woo-ah: đȘ©đșđ«¶đŒ
You lock arms with your friend as you lead the way into the apartment building, being here enough times to know what floor and that the right elevator is faster than the left.
Sheâs talking about the book her roommate just recommended her as you get to Jungwoos floor. You even ask her to send you a text, saying that she should start a bookclub as you rap your knuckles on the door.
Jungwoo opens the door, moving to hug you both and welcome you into the apartment.
âCome in, come in!â
Music is playing from a speaker, and a chorus of voices comes from the living room.
You walk ahead of Jungwoo and your friend, who are exchanging thank youâs for invitations and gifts of alcohol, and a chorus of voices welcomes you in the living room.
Doyoung and Donghyuck practically race and slide around in their socks to hug you and kiss you on the forehead and you pull them in for a haphazard group hug.
âLong time no see!â Doyoung clasps his hands together. âItâs so nice to have us all together at one time.â
âWhat a mom, weâre here to get shitfaced.â Donghyuck teasing Doyoung is secretly something you live for, but you pretend to defend Doyoung from him.
âLet us get a few drinks in before you start shit talking him, damn!â
The guys make sure youâre introduced to the rest of their friends, the ones you havenât had a chance to meet yet. Youâve heard all their names in conversation, usually when talking about some social event or fun times they had back in school. It was wonderful to finally put names to faces, and they were more than happy to do the same for you.
âJungwoo finally brought you around!â Renjun and Jaemin cheer. âWeâve been wanting to meet you for so long.â
You blush under all the affection from them.
âIâm so glad to finally meet you guys.â
âCome on, you have to try the cocktail YangYang made.â
Dragging you into the kitchen, youâre flooded by more introductions, jokes and insanely loud laughter, and it feels like youâve been doing this for years with them already.
YangYang passes you a glass, a sliced lemon garnishing the side and all. You take one sip, then immediately take another. âWow, this is delicious. Thank you!â
âThere are three kinds of liquors in there,â he says, shooting you an apologetic look. âAll light, but they told me I had to get everyone drunk, so-â
Before he can even try to apologize, stop him.
âThatâs my kind of drink, then!â And you propose a toast with whoeverâs in the kitchen.
The cheers begin to die down when someone walks into the kitchen.
Jungwoo has a lot of attractive friends. You knew this from the jump. Heâs a model, he had model friends, friends who were in entertainment and the arts. From seeing whoever was on his Instagram story every few weeks, to getting drinks with everyone else occasionally, youâd gotten very used to being surrounded by pretty men.
Jungwoo did not prepare you well enough for Jeong Jaehyun.
âItâs our boy! Congratulations!â
The kitchen erupts into more greetings and well wishes as the man of the hour had just arrived. You sit back as everyone moves into pat him on the back, hug him or, like Donghyuck, kiss him right on the cheek.
Everyoneâs voices just turn into background noise as you take him in.
He smiles the most beautiful smile youâve ever been blessed enough to witness, and you have to force yourself to take a large sip of your drink so not to gawk at him.
Renjun and Jaemin motion for you to come closer, and you use the one solid second you have to steel your nerves as you step closer to them.
Jaemin slings his arm around you. âJae, have you met our girl yet?â
Renjun playfully shakes his arm. âJungwoo has been keeping her from us for eons.â
Jaehyun takes a step closer to you. Heâs tall, much taller than you, so you have to tilt your head back to fully look at him.
And what a sight to see.
Jaehyun smiles again, a little shy but just for you. His eyes crinkle at the corners, smile so sincere and kind like heâs smiling at someone heâs known for years.
Extending his hand out to you, he wants to greet you properly. Shakily you place your smaller hand in his. But instead of shaking your hand, he uses both hands to gently hold it.
âItâs nice to finally meet you.â
The baritone voice almost knocks you on your ass.
Taking take a moment to will some confidence, some chill to come through when you speak, you swallow and push your shoulders back.
âYou as well, Jaehyun. Itâs been a long time coming, yeah?â
Itâs taking everything in you to sound normal and relaxed, unfazed by this man.
He cocks his head to the side and laughs, his nose crinkling and smile lines that resemble whiskers making themselves visible. The sight makes your head spin.
âA very long time.â He releases your hand, and you place it against the side of your glass hoping it will absorb some of the heat from the exchange. âThank you for coming.â
With your resolve expiring in seconds, youâre so thankful for Jungwoo making his way into the kitchen. While he introduces your work friend to Jaehyun, you shuffle out the kitchen alongside Renjun and Jaemin.
You sit on the armrest of the couch, listening to them bicker over what game the party should play first, remembering how to breathe.
Jaehyun quietly settles into a chair for one close to you, tuning into the commotion. He doesnât make a move towards you, and youâre glad even if just for a moment. Out the corner of your eye, you take him in.
Handsome isnât the right word to use, you think. Heâs dressed clean and simple, nice jeans and a white t-shirt. The side profile is something unreal, perfect chiseled features but his face still soft and welcoming. His dark hair is slightly pushed back, a few stands falling over his forehead. He leans forward to tap Jaemin on the shoulder, complimenting him on âhow big heâs gottenâ at the gym, with the younger preening under his praise.
Just in the short time in the same room, itâs clear that Jaehyun is like a big brother. And from what Jungwoo has told you is super sweet and caring. That alone makes you want to know him more, and makes him all the more attractive.
Looking over at you, he offers you a small smile which you mirror to avoid coming off as awkward. Noticing that you are both nursing the same drink, he raises his glass towards you for a small toast.
âTo you and the summer,â you offer, raising your glass as you do so.
âI can drink to that.â
You take another large swig of your drink, hoping after the third your nerves can handle more than two sentences next time.
Itâs silly, you think, to be this affected by a man. An attractive one, yes. But just a man. A friend of a friend, even.
Jungwooâs words echo in the back of your mind, that he thought you and Jaehyun would get along well. Part of you doesnât want to prove him right, but another part of you wonders if getting along with Jaehyun wouldnât be such a bad thing.
So you try your best to start and make conversation.
âI heard about your promotion, congratulations!â
âAh thank you,â he says, smiling into his cup. âItâs actually more of a career change.â
âReally? What are you going to be doing?â
He takes a minute to respond, and for a moment you wonder if he even heard in the first place. Before you can repeat yourself, however, heâs speaking again.
âIâm⊠writing music. Singing some, too. For me and for others.â He points over his shoulder with his thumb. âIâll be working with Taeyong a lot, in his studio.â
Eyebrows raising, you lean in a bit.
âYou sing, Jaehyun?â
âSometimes.â He takes a drink. âI write stories on artists, interview people in music. Do some editing. The company I work for was really cool about letting me try different things, I really liked working for them.â
Thereâs a moment where youâre not sure if heâs going to speak again, and right when you think you should ask another question he continues.
âBut I always wanted to sing my own songs, produce my own work. My current line of business has its perks, a lot of connections too. So Iâve been working on my own stuff on the side.â
You didnât peg him as someone in performance- heâs so pretty youâre surprised he isnât a model or an actor honestly. But he doesnât seem to be anything anyone would think at first glance.
âThatâs so exciting. Especially working with friends, I like Taeyongieâs music. And âm really happy to hear youâre able to chase after your dream.â
âThank you, Iâm excited to share.â
He looks at you through his eyelashes as he takes another drink.
So weâre both trying to numb our nerves, you thought to yourself.
âI hope I get to hear some music from you soon.â
He casts another smile your way, and thatâs when you know the liquor is kicking in because it doesnât send you reeling this time.
âI hope you do, too. Soon.â
âShots?â
Everyone gathers around in the living room, passing small glasses around to those partaking in alcoholic festivities tonight. You pass one to Jaehyun, who holds it up against the light.
âI havenât taken a shot in a long time.â
âI got you the good shit, Jae.â Jungwoo holds up two expensive bottles. âWhiskey? Or gin?â
âOh shit⊠letâs do the gin. Sticking with lights tonight.â
He asks for your preference, and you do the same.
Jungwoo opens the bottle of gin and pours the first round of shots for the night. After he pours his own, he holds his glass up for a toast.
âI know this is, like, the fourth toast of the night but it probably wonât be the last if Iâm being honest.â
Taeyong groans. âIâm betting on at least seven in total.â
âThose are rookie numbers,â YangYang yells out, the younger boys cackling and suggesting higher numbers.
âAnyway!â Jungwoo bangs the gin bottle on the coffee table. âThis is the emotional one. Itâs the end of the summer and I hate to see her go. But weâre moving into fall, and falling into our new lives-â
Donghyuck pretends to yawn.
âDude shut up, itâs just Jaehyun-â
âIâm not finished!â And he taps the bottle again, your head falling against the back of the couch in silent laughter. âThank you all for being part of another summer and thank you guys for coming to celebrate one of my closest, oldest friends.â
âLiterally.â
Doyoung throws a pillow at Donghyuck and motions for Jungwoo to continue.
Jungwoo turns to Jaehyun, whoâs made his way onto the couch alongside you and your friend. âIâm happy to see you make your wildest dreams come true. I canât wait to see you become the sexy superstar you were always meant to be. Cheers!â
The room is full of cheers and then groans from knocking back shots with no chasers, but itâs a pleasant burn as it slides down your throat.
You blow a kiss at Jungwoo, wiping a fake tear from your eye. âYour speech was beautiful. Very moving.â
The next hour is filled with mini beer pong (players had to sip water instead of alcohol, many thanks to Doyoung), stories about the boys time in school or how some of them met their partners, and shared soju.
The boys complain that heâll cheat if he plays so instead Jaehyun shares a strong bottle of peach soju, his favorite, with you and your coworker.
At first, itâs very cute to just watch Jaehyun laugh at all of his friends antics. He enjoys listening, occasionally cracking a few jokes or making funny noises. But heâs more than happy to settle back into the couch and observe.
But heâs also big on being a good host, even if heâs the one being celebrated- if he isnât offering you another drink heâs offering to grab something from the kitchen for you. Theyâre small but clear gestures to make sure his couch neighbors are as comfortable as he is.
Heâs laid back and quiet but attentive- it has you swooning a bit. Itâs a contrast to the rest of the men in the apartment, who are also sweet but characteristically loud and rambunctious. You love it, but itâs fascinating to watch Jaehyun hum and giggle to himself rather than dominate a conversation.
After you clear the second soju bottle and Jungwoo has wedged himself between you and your friend, you think you hear Jaehyun giggle beside you.
âWhatâs so funny?â You laugh, setting the empty bottle down on the coffee table.
He just shrugs, cheeks beginning to flush from the alcohol. Heâs pretty like this, you think.
âAre you a silly drunk, Jae?â You tease, catching the attention of Donghyuck.
âOh man, heâs gonna start getting real silly soon.â The younger man comes to sit on the armrest closest to Jaehyun, affectionately brushing his hair off his forehead. He weakly tries to swat Donghyucks hand away.
âIâm not silly,â he tries to argue, way too cute and whiny compared to the man you met just two hours ago.
âYouâre sooo silly right now,â Donghyuck laughs. âSheâs going to have to take care of you soon!â
His eyebrows shoot up and he tries to sit straighter, attempting to coolly settle against the back of the couch. âNo, no. Iâm fine. Iâm-â
âCome get some air with us!â Jaemin and Donghyuck pull him up by his arms, with little to no resistance from Jaehyun. He just rolls his eyes as they pull him to his feet.
Jaemin cheers, pushing him towards the sliding door to the deck.
Looking over his shoulder, he nods at you. âNeed anything while Iâm up?â
You wave him off towards the door.
âNo, Iâm okay. Go get some air.â
With you beaming up at him, Jaehyun swears the room has gotten a few degrees hotter. The air will do him good.
Jaehyun finds you in the kitchen later, just finishing one of the cookies someone brought. You pass one to him and he finishes it in one bite.
âHow many drinks in are you?â
âShit⊠Iâm at about four. Not including that shot.â
âI think Iâm at about the same,â he says, shuffling closer to you at the kitchen island overlooking the living room.
Thereâs a moment of silence that you share, watching all of his and Jungwoos friends (and yours now) fill up the apartment with laughter (and some screaming- Renjun set Mario Kart up on the tv).
Your heart swells knowing how loved Jungwoo is, as well as Jaehyun.
But then it dawns on you that you havenât seen Jungwoo or your friend in a while. Before you can mention that to Jaehyun, he bumps his hip against yours.
The alcohol might not have been enough to turn the alarms off in your brain yet, but your body is slow to react to him essentially snuggling into your side. Heâs warm, and he smells warm too. Like a vanilla candle. Thereâs something else you canât place, but itâs more than pleasant.
âI have to tell you a secret.â He whispers, and itâs cute and kind of whiny.
âA secret?â You say, barely over a whisper. He nods slowly, looking into the crowd.
He canât see shit, in all honesty.
âI may or may not be a little crossed.â
âThatâs what I smell on you?â
âShit, is it bad?â Just like that, heâs a little more self conscious than he is silly. He smells his shirt in a few different places, earning a laugh from you.
âNo, youâre fine. Itâs because youâre so close that I can smell it.â He sighs and laughs almost at himself. âIs that where you and the boys went?â
âYeah. I donât usually smoke but itâs something like a special occasion.â
âAbsolutely it is. You deserve it.â
He simply hums, letting a a few seconds pass before he speaks again.
âYou smoke?â
âWeed? Rarely.â
âCigs?â
âNot once in my life.â
âGood for you, weâre all nicotine addicts in here.â
âVape away, I could never judge.â
At that you both turn towards the other at the same time, chests inches apart.
His eyes are low from the weed, the whites tinted red. Heâs looking down at you, a silly, boyish grin on his lips. You canât help but blush under his gaze, lips curving into a grin of their own.
âThanks for coming tonight.â His voice is soft, barely audible. You feel yourself subconsciously leaning into him, wishing to hear him a little louder.
âOf course, I had to support the homie. And play wingman.â
He tilts his head back to glance around the room , the realization hitting him then.
âOh shit, I havenât seen them in a while.â
âThen I guess I did a good job. I barely did anything but whatever.â
He laughs, voice deep and rumbly. âYou did great.â
He leans onto the counter, his arm resting closing to where your hip sits against the edge. He slowly shifts his eyes back over to you, looking over your frame. Just once, even his sluggish brain is careful not to get ahead of itself.
âIâm glad we finally got to meet.â
âI am too.â Your skin is on fire under his intense gaze. Itâs not so much intense as it is just so warm, so amiable. You deflect to take some of the heat off of you, quite literally. âJungwoo talks about you all the time.â
âYeah? What does he say?â
That youâre so fucking handsome and Iâd be stupid to lie and disagree.
âThat you donât say too much, but youâre a really good friend.â
A surprised look washed over his face, then he turns sheepish.
âHeâsâŠâŠ thatâs sweet of him.â Jaehyun rubs the back of his neck, thinking on his next words as carefully as his crossed mind will allow him. âIâm glad youâre his friend. He needs someone like you.â
You tilt your head to the side.
âWhat do you mean?â
âSomeone who isnât as shy as him.â
âHaha, you think I donât get shy?â Itâs funny when you think back on how nerve wracking is was to shake his hand for the first time.
But heâs just giving you this knowing look now, a ghost of a smirk at the corner of his lips.
âIf you do, you hide it well.â You could scream. Can he see right through you? âBut seriously. You push him to do well.â
Jaehyun is slow to speak, but even inebriated heâs intentional. Something youâve learned in just the past few hours about him is that it may take him a while to get his thoughts out, but itâs more than worth it to hear what he has to say.
You hang on to every pause like your life depends on it, eager to hear what comes out of his mouth next.
âBefore you guys worked together, he was a lot more⊠reserved. And passive? Like, heâs good at everything he does. We know this. But⊠he never really sought recognition.â
âYouâre right. But he deserves it.â
He nods while he thinks on his next words.
âYeah. I remember in school he was just happy to pass and be included in things. Never attracted much attention to himself. Never wanted to be in the spotlight. But since working with you, heâs become proud of the work he does. His confidence has grown. Heâs louder. Funnier. You pushed him a lot.â
âThatâs all him, he works hard-â
âHe does, you pushed him though. When he finally started modeling last year all he could do was say how thankful he was for you. How you encouraged him, helped him with headshots. Went shopping with him and made sure he felt good going into auditions. And it took off.â
Your breath catches in your throat.
âHe⊠he said that? Really?â
âHe did. Youâve been a very good friend to him.â
Blinking away the tears that started to pinprick behind your eyes, you smile at Jaehyun whose own eyes are filled with mirth. Even cross faded, Jaehyunâs words were so sincere and kind.
âAre you crying?â
You sniffle, using your thumbs to collect any tears in the corner of your eyes so not to ruin your makeup.
âI was gonna but Iâm okay.â
He laughs that hearty laugh again and ruffles your hair. Itâs such a small gesture, but so comfortable. Domestic even. Like youâve been friends for years. It makes your heart even fuller than it already is and if he keeps it up, itâll burst before the end of the night.
The alcohol coursing through you is doing nothing but spread this warmth, double time. Happiness feels good coursing through you.
âLetâs get some water, yeah?â He cocks his head toward the fridge. âDoyoung brought some sparkling water.â
You begin to follow him as he takes a few steps backwards. âWhat flavor?â
âWe haveâŠâ He starts, opening the door to the fridge. âI can barely see. Wow.â
âMove, Iâll look.â
You hip check him out of the way, and hear someone come into the kitchen behind you.
âIâm no better, but this looks like ginger peach. And calamansi.â
âPass me a calamansi, please? You want a sparkling water, Taeyong?â
âDo you think itâs a good mixer for gin?â He asks, loud enough for someone in the living room to hear.
Then, that someone yells out: âAnother round of shots?â
Laughing, you hand Jaehyun his sparkling water, and pass a ginger and peach flavored water to Taeyong. âLetâs find out, yeah?â
More cheering is heard as you shuffle back into the living room and let Doyoung pour the next round of shots.
Heâs a sweetheart and pours the shots right into you and Taeyongs cans, Jaehyun sneakily placing a sealed water bottle next to your foot.
Itâs well into the night, the hour a single digit when the party starts to die down.
Jungwoo is in the loveseat for one and a half, your friend snuggled into his side.
Youâve found yourself back on the couch with Jaehyuns head resting on your shoulder and one of his legs swung over Taeyongs. Miraculously, Donghyuck has found a way to lay across you all comfortably.
âIâm going to order a ride home for us soon,â your friend says through a yawn. Donghyuck is already whining, earning some light smacks from the older boys under him.
âWeâre so comfy, why would you want to mess up our cuddle pile?
âIâm not cuddling, Iâm being leaned on,â you tease, grinning down at Jaehyun who can barely hold his eyes open. Heâs trying his best to focus on one of your faces because he sees three, but heâs not complaining.
âHm⊠my bad.â He moves to sit up, but Donghyuck just nestles into him even further, and Jaehyun canât seem to muster up enough strength to (care) knock him into the floor. âI really⊠I really did try.â
Jaehyun has hit peak silly hours. From little hums and cute noises to the worst dad jokes youâve heard in a while, you understand what Donghyuck meant earlier. Jaemin and Jungwoo even got him to cutely pose for drunk selfies earlier.
Laughing through your nose, you use the hand thatâs free to reach around and pat his cheek affectionately. In this state he instinctually leans into your touch, humming in approval. You have to fight the urge to squeeze his cheeks. âJae you gonna be alright?â
âI told you she was going to have to take care of you!â At that, he and Taeyong had enough and pushed him into the floor. He lets out a squawk as his body hits the ground with a light thud. âFuck. Itâs comfier down here anyway.â
Jungwoo slowly stands up, helping your friend to her feet. âSo Donghyuck is sleeping here, literally right there. No blanket. I donât want to see you using something weird as a replacement either.â
While the boys still present start to bicker some more, Jaehyun taps your knee to get your attention.
âIâll be okay. Just got a little carried away.â
âYouâre okay. Letâs get you to bed then?â
His eyes open a little wider, mouth parting to say something. You wait.
âAre you staying over?â
âNo Iâm going home tonight.â
He pouts, and it almost sends you to another dimension.
âAw donât make that face, Iâll be back soon.â
âOkay. Good.â
You call to Taeyong, who really isnât that much better, but he does help you get Jaehyun off the couch and down the hall to his bedroom.
You let Taeyong handle the hard part of getting him out of his jeans and under the covers, heading to the kitchen to fill a glass of water. âJungwoo, you have any painkiller?â
âIn that drawer by the stove.â He stands beside you in the kitchen. âFor Jae?â
âYeah. You want any water?â
âNah I was good tonight. Iâll be okay.â He purses his lips. âYouâre sweet for that. Taking care of him.â
âIâm not doing anything I wouldnât do for you.â
âI know⊠exactly what I mean.â You shake your head and walk to Jaehyunâs room, entering while Taeyong exits.
âHeâs decent, just whiny.â
âThank you, Iâll just leave this for him then.â
You approach the side of the bed where heâs sprawled out, eyes barely open but you can see them following you even in the dark.
âBrought you some water. And some painkiller. Take it when you can, yeah?â
âHm. Tell Jungwoo to give Hyuck a blanket.â
You chuckle and ruffle his hair before moving to leave.
âHave a good night, Jaehyun.â
âHmmâŠâ
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unknown number: jungwoo gave me your number. thanks for coming yesterday. donât be a stranger!
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thinking about streamer!ellieâŠ
this is part of my streamer!ellie universe!! check it out!




streamer!ellie who cant stop rambling about you on her lives
âoohhh and look at this!! *shows a pic of you* this was yesterday :Dâ
streamer!ellie who wears matching pjs with you (hers being spiderman and yours being hello kitty ones)
streamer!ellie who is such a loser commenting on every. single. tiktok of yours, reposting them and everything
streamer!ellie who hates dancing but agrees to do trends just bc it makes u so so happy
streamer!ellie who gets distracted mid-game because you walked past in the background, and chat immediately starts spamming (you've been living together for a year)
streamer!ellie who always wears your scrunchie on her wrist and fidgets with it while playing (chat has definitely noticed)
streamer!ellie who always lets you win in games you play together because she loves your victory shouts from across the room. (but if chat calls her out, she swears, âNah, I just suck.â)
streamer!ellie who has a whole highlight reel of you on her channel, titled 'best duo moments' but itâs mostly just you laughing and her looking at you like you're the only thing in the world
streamer!ellie who lowkey gets jealous when chat thirsts over you. she laughs it off but definitely shoots a pointed look at the camera and mumbles, âAlright, relax.â
streamer!ellie who is such a simp in collabs, always talking about how good you are at games, even if youâre the worst on the team. and everybody is afraid to tell you how much you suck, bc ellie threatens them in their private chat
streamer!ellie who makes you a custom stardew valley farm, decorating your cabin exactly how youâd like it and leaving little chests full of gifts for you in-game (she secretely hates stardew valley, she only plays it bc its one of your favorite games)
streamer!ellie who does those 'boyfriend does my makeup' challenges, even though she has no idea what she's doing. half the time, she ends up poking your eye, and chat eats it up
streamer!ellie who lets you cut her hair on stream, acting all cocky about it but immediately panicking when you snip off too much
streamer!ellie who triesâ and fails to keep calm everytime you make a bad choice in a story-based game. you act so proud with your decisions that she cant get mad at you for killing half of the characters :(
streamer!ellie who fake-rages at horror games but actually just wants you to comfort her, acting all tough until a jumpscare happens and sheâs clinging to you
streamer!ellie who wears your hoodie on stream, swearing itâs because she was cold, but chat instantly recognizes it as yours
streamer!ellie who gets overly competitive when youâre in chat, playing better than usual just to impress you while pretending sheâs not trying
streamer!ellie who does every single trend you want, even if it means she has to dance, sing, or get pranked
streamer!ellie who makes a minecraft world for just the two of you, setting up a cozy little cabin
âthis is where weâll live when we finally get married.â (chat LOSES it.)
YALL I CANT WITH HER :((( she's such a simp it's embarassing
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You admit to your best friend you were never able to finish
Pairing: bsf!rafe cameron x reader
Warnings: dirty talk, you admit to him you were never able to cum, he offers help, cocky rafe
The sun was setting over Tannyhill, casting a golden glow over the large balcony where you and Rafe were sprawled out. The warm evening breeze carried the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore, but your focus was on your best friend, who sat beside you, scrolling aimlessly on his phone while you talked his ear off.
It was a usual thingâthe two of you lounging around, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. You had been best friends for years, and at this point, there was no topic too weird, no secret too big, and no filter needed. Rafe had seen you at your worst, and youâd seen him at his. Thatâs just how it was.
ââand then I told her she was insane if she thought I was gonna wear those heels all night. Like, I know I have to suffer for the look, but my feet have limits,â you rambled, stretching your legs out on the couch.
Rafe hummed in acknowledgment, only half-listening as his thumb lazily scrolled on his phone. You knew he was paying attention in his own way, though, because every now and then, heâd let out a little chuckle or make a sarcastic comment.
Then, out of nowhere, he switched topics.
âHooked up with someone last night.â
You rolled your eyes. Typical.
âYeah?â you drawled, raising a brow. âWhatâs new?â
Rafe smirked, tossing his phone onto the cushion beside him and stretching his arms over his head. âShe was loud as fuck,â he said with a smug chuckle. âSwore I was the best she ever had.â
You scoffed, shaking your head at his usual cocky attitude. âThey always say that.â
ââCause itâs true,â he shot back with a smirk, reaching for his beer.
You shrugged, unfazed by his boasting. âI donât know, Rafe, I feel like girls just fake it sometimes.â
He frowned, taking a sip before setting the bottle down. âNot with me.â
You let out a laugh, shaking your head at his confidence. âOkay, big shot.â
Thatâs when you said it.
âI mean⊠Iâve never finished, so.â
You didnât think much of it at firstâit was just a casual statement, something you never really cared to talk about but had no problem admitting. Rafe, on the other hand, reacted like you had just told him you were actually an alien from another planet.
His head snapped toward you, brows furrowed, mouth slightly open like he was waiting for you to take it back.
ââŠWait, what?â
You looked at him, confused by his reaction. âWhat?â
Rafe blinked. âYouâve never finished? Likeïżœïżœïżœ not once?â
You shook your head, completely unbothered. âNope.â
He stared at you, still processing what youâd just said. âNot even by yourself?â
âI mean, Iâve tried,â you admitted with a shrug. âBut it just⊠doesnât happen. I donât think I can.â
Rafe let out a short, incredulous laugh, like he couldnât believe what he was hearing. âNo way. Youâre fucking with me.â
âI swear.â
His smirk faltered for the first time, his usual cocky demeanor slipping into something that almost resembled concern. Almost.
âYouâre serious?â
âDead serious.â
A long pause stretched between you as he stared, like he was trying to wrap his head around the fact that youâhis best friend, someone he thought he knew everything aboutâhad never experienced something that, to him, was second nature.
âJesus,â he muttered, running a hand through his hair. âThatâs actually insane.â
You laughed, shaking your head at his reaction. âItâs really not a big deal, Rafe.â
âNot a big deal?â he repeated, looking genuinely baffled. âNo, thatâs a huge fucking deal.â
You rolled your eyes. âItâs not like I havenât tried. I just canât. My body doesnât work that way or something.â
Rafe scoffed, leaning back against the couch. âBullshit.â
âItâs not bullshit,â you said, laughing. âIâve accepted it. Iâm just one of those people who canât.â
He shook his head, his tongue running over his bottom lip as he studied you. There was something different about the way he was looking at you nowâlike he had just discovered something about you he wasnât supposed to know, and it intrigued him more than it should.
A slow smirk crept onto his lips.
âYou wanna test that theory?â
Your stomach flipped at the way he said itâlow and teasing, but with an edge of something else. Something more dangerous.
You scoffed, shoving his arm. âShut up.â
âIâm serious,â he said, still smirking.
You raised a brow. âYouâre not seriously offering toââ
âWhy not?â He leaned closer, resting his elbow on the back of the couch as he looked at you. âWe talk about everything. We tell each other everything. I feel like this is important information for me to have.â
You laughed, shaking your head. âYou are not making my sex lifeâor lack thereofâyour personal mission.â
âWhy not? Best friends help each other out.â
You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way his words made heat creep up your neck.
You crossed your arms, giving him a skeptical look. âSo what, you think youâre gonna magically fix me?â
He grinned, leaning in just a little closer. âI know I can.â
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Could you make a crybaby reader with JJK men? Like just an overly sensitive/nice reader? Itâs okay if not! Have a good day!
Sensitive!
Characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Megumi, Yuji

Gojo Satoru
Gojo Satoru never meant to upset youâhe rarely ever did. But today, his usual playful teasing hit you harder than usual.
You were sitting on the couch together, scrolling through your phone while he flipped lazily through the channels on the TV. Out of nowhere, Gojo chuckled and said, âYou know, youâre so dramatic sometimes. Itâs kinda cute, but itâs like everythingâs the end of the world for you.â
You froze, his words hitting a nerve. Dramatic. Thatâs how people had dismissed your feelings for years. You tried to brush it off, but your chest tightened, and your vision blurred slightly as you blinked back tears.
Gojo didnât notice at first, still flipping channels and humming to himself. But when you didnât respond with your usual witty comeback, he glanced over and saw your downturned face.
âWait,â he said, sitting up immediately. âDid I say something wrong?â
You didnât answer right away, biting your lip to keep your emotions in check.
âHey,â he said more gently now, setting the remote down. âWhatâs going on? Talk to me.â
Finally, you looked at him, your voice quiet. âYou called me dramatic. Do you know how many times Iâve heard that? Itâs like every time I feel something, people just⊠dismiss me.â
Gojoâs eyes widened as realization dawned on him. âOh no. No, no, no, thatâs not what I meant,â he said, scooting closer to you on the couch. âI wasnât trying to dismiss you. I swear, I justâugh, sometimes I donât think before I speak.â
You didnât reply, still feeling the sting of his words.
Gojo reached for your hands, holding them in his warm, large ones. âIâm really sorry,â he said softly. âYouâre not dramatic. You just feel things deeply, and I love that about you. Itâs one of my favorite things about you, actually. You care so much, and thatâs rare. Honestly, I wish I was more like you sometimes.â
You glanced at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice.
âI mean it,â he continued. âIâm sorry I made you feel like that wasnât a good thing. It is. Youâre amazing, and Iâm lucky you put up with my dumb jokes.â
A small smile tugged at your lips, despite your lingering hurt. âYou really think that?â
Gojo grinned, his usual playful energy returning as he kissed your knuckles. âI think youâre perfect. And Iâm perfectly terrible at saying things the right way. Forgive me?â
You sighed, the weight in your chest easing. âOkay. But maybe think before you speak next time?â
âDeal,â he said, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. âIâll even let you pick the movie tonight as a peace offering. But only if itâs not boring.â
You laughed softly, and just like that, Gojo had you smiling again, his arms wrapping around you to hold you close.
Geto Suguru
It was late in the evening, and you and Geto Suguru were sitting together in a cozy café. He had insisted on taking you out to unwind after a long week, and for a while, the warm atmosphere and his gentle company had done just that. But then, the conversation took an unexpected turn.
You were talking about a project youâd been working onâhow much effort youâd put into it and how nervous you were about how it would turn out. Somewhere in the middle of your rambling, Geto chuckled softly and said, âYou really overthink things sometimes, donât you?â
His tone was light, and you knew he didnât mean it maliciously, but the comment stopped you in your tracks. Your heart sank, and your chest tightened as those familiar insecurities reared their heads. You looked down at your tea, your appetite for conversation disappearing.
Geto immediately noticed the shift in your mood. He tilted his head, his dark eyes softening with concern. âWhatâs wrong?â he asked gently, leaning closer.
You shook your head. âItâs nothing.â
âItâs clearly not nothing,â he said, his voice calm but insistent. âDid I say something wrong?â
You hesitated, but his steady gaze encouraged you to speak. âItâs just⊠when you said I overthink things. I know I do, okay? I hear it all the time, and I hate that about myself. It feels like no matter how hard I try, itâs never enough, and people just see me as⊠too much.â
Getoâs expression shifted immediately, a flicker of regret crossing his face. âHey, no, thatâs not what I meant at all,â he said softly, his voice full of sincerity.
You looked away, but he gently reached across the table, his hand brushing against yours. âListen to me,â he said, his tone warm and steady. âI wasnât trying to say that in a bad way. I know you overthink because you care. You care so much about everything, and thatâs not a flawâitâs a strength.â
You blinked at him, his words catching you off guard.
âYou put your whole heart into what you do, and yeah, sometimes it makes you nervous or unsure, but thatâs only because you want things to be perfect,â he continued. âAnd honestly? Thatâs one of the things I admire most about you. I could never think of that as a bad thing.â
The tightness in your chest began to ease as his words sank in. âYou really mean that?â you asked softly.
Geto smiled gently, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. âOf course I do. And Iâm sorry if what I said made you feel like I didnât. Iâll be more careful with my words next time.â
You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. âThank you.â
He chuckled softly. âYou donât have to thank me. Itâs my job to remind you how amazing you are when you forget.â
Your cheeks warmed at his words, and the tension that had settled between you melted away.
âNow,â he said, his tone lightening as he leaned back in his chair, âhow about I make it up to you with dessert? I hear theyâve got a mean matcha cheesecake here.â
You laughed quietly, shaking your head. âFine, but youâre paying.â
âAlways,â he said with a playful smirk, raising his hand to call for the waiter.
Nanami Kento
Nanami Kento had had an exhausting day. Every step he took up the stairs to your shared apartment felt heavier than the last, and all he wanted was to come home, see you, and let the warmth of your presence melt away the stress.
When he opened the door, you greeted him with your usual enthusiasm, rushing over to pull him into a tight hug. âKento! Youâre home!â you exclaimed, your excitement practically radiating off you.
He managed a small smile and placed a hand on your back, but the weight of his day still hung over him. âHi,â he said softly, his voice tired.
You didnât seem to notice his exhaustion as you began talking a mile a minute. âI missed you! You wonât believe the day I hadâoh, and guess what? I tried that recipe you love, and I think it turned out amazing! Oh, and Louis did the funniest thing todayââ
âCan you give me a second?â he snapped, his voice sharper than he intended.
The room fell silent, and the warmth in your expression dimmed instantly. You stepped back, your arms falling to your sides. âOh,â you said softly. âSorry.â
Nanami immediately felt a pang of regret as he saw the hurt in your eyes. You werenât upset because he was tiredâyou were upset because heâd made you feel like your excitement didnât matter to him.
You turned away, mumbling something about letting him settle in, but he quickly reached out and gently grabbed your hand. âWait,â he said, his voice softer now.
You hesitated, looking at him but avoiding his eyes.
âIâm sorry,â he said sincerely, his grip on your hand firm but gentle. âI shouldnât have snapped at you. Itâs not your fault I had a hard day. I⊠I was looking forward to seeing you all day, and then I let my frustration get in the way.â
You blinked, your lips trembling slightly. âI just wanted to make you happy,â you admitted quietly.
âAnd you do,â he said immediately, stepping closer to you. âYouâre the best part of my day. Always.â
Your eyes met his then, searching his face for the truth in his words. His expression was soft, full of remorse and affection.
âI donât deserve to have you greet me with so much love after the way I acted,â he said, gently pulling you into his arms. âBut I promise Iâll do better. Youâre everything to me, and I should have treated you like it.â
You rested your forehead against his chest, feeling his arms tighten around you. âI just got too excited,â you murmured.
âAnd I love that about you,â he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âYour excitement, your energyâitâs what makes this place feel like home. Iâm sorry I didnât appreciate it like I shouldâve.â
For a moment, you stood there in his embrace, his warmth and steady heartbeat easing the lingering hurt.
âDo you want to sit down and tell me about your day?â he asked after a moment, pulling back slightly to look at you. âI want to hear everything.â
You hesitated, then nodded, a small smile creeping onto your face. âOkay. But only if you let me heat up dinner for you first.â
He chuckled softly. âDeal. But donât rushâjust being here with you is enough.â
And as you led him to the table, the weight of his day began to lift, replaced by the comfort of knowing he was homeâwith you.
Toji fushiguro
Toji Fushiguro wasnât the type to watch his words. His bluntness was just part of who he wasâsharp, quick, and sometimes careless. Most of the time, you brushed it off, knowing he didnât mean to hurt you. But tonight, it cut deeper than usual.
The two of you were in the kitchen after dinner. You were putting away dishes, humming softly, while Toji leaned against the counter with his arms crossed, watching you.
âIâve been thinking about trying something new,â you said, your tone excited. âLike a cooking class or maybe paintingâsomething creative. I think it could be fun.â
Toji grunted in response, not looking up from the dish he was drying.
You hesitated but kept going, trying to draw him into the conversation. âWhat do you think? Would you want to try something like that with me?â
Toji sighed and set the dish down a little too hard, the sound making you flinch. âYou donât stick with stuff like that, do you?â he said, his voice flat. âYou get all excited and then drop it a week later. Whatâs the point?â
You froze, his words hitting harder than you expected. You knew he had a pointâsometimes you did lose interest in things quickly. But hearing him say it so bluntly, so dismissively, made your chest tighten.
âIâŠâ Your voice wavered as you set the plate in your hands on the counter. âI just thought itâd be nice to do something together.â
Toji finally looked up, his brows furrowing when he saw the way your shoulders slumped. âHey, donât get all upset about it,â he said, his tone softening, but it didnât help.
âIâm not upset,â you said quickly, though the slight tremble in your voice betrayed you. âI just⊠never mind.â
You turned away, trying to hide the tears that were already welling up, but Toji wasnât one to let things go.
âHey,â he said, his voice quieter now as he stepped closer. âWhatâs wrong?â
âItâs nothing,â you mumbled, but when you tried to brush past him, he caught your wrist gently.
âLook at me,â he said firmly, his tone still low but insistent. You hesitated, and when you finally met his gaze, he could see the hurt in your eyes.
âDamn it,â he muttered, his grip on your wrist loosening. âI didnât mean it like that.â
âYou didnât have to say it at all,â you whispered. âYou make me feel like Iâm⊠not good at anything.â
Tojiâs jaw tightened, guilt flashing across his face. He wasnât good at thisâat saying the right things or fixing mistakesâbut he hated seeing you like this, especially when he was the one who caused it.
âYouâre good at plenty of things,â he said, his tone softer now. âAnd⊠Iâm an idiot for saying that to you. I wasnât trying to put you down. I just⊠I donât know how to say things without sounding like a jerk sometimes.â
You glanced at him, surprised by the vulnerability in his voice.
âI think itâs a great idea,â he admitted after a moment, rubbing the back of his neck. âThe cooking class or whatever. And Iâd do it with you if thatâs what you want.â
âYou donât have to just say that,â you murmured.
âIâm not just saying it,â he said, stepping closer until he could wrap his arms around you. âYouâre trying to do something fun, and instead of supporting you, I ran my mouth like an idiot. Iâm sorry.â
His arms around you were warm and steady, and you could feel the sincerity in the way he held you.
âYouâd really go with me?â you asked, your voice still small.
âYeah,â he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. âEven if I suck at it, Iâd go. For you.â
Your lips quirked up into a small smile, the sting of his earlier words starting to fade. âOkay,â you said softly, leaning into his chest.
Toji smirked, holding you a little tighter. âGood. But donât expect me to wear an apron or anything. Thatâs where I draw the line.â
You laughed, the sound lightening the room, and he sighed in relief, grateful to see your smile again.
Sukuna Ryomen
The Heian era was a time of beauty and chaos, and life with Sukuna Ryomen was no exception. Known as the King of Curses, Sukuna was feared across the land, but to you, he was something else entirely. His presence, though intimidating, had always been a source of strange comfort. However, his sharp tongue often betrayed him, and tonight was one of those nights.
You had spent the entire day crafting something specialâa delicate embroidered cloth featuring patterns of crimson and gold, colors you knew he favored. Each stitch was precise, your fingers aching by the time you finished, but the thought of presenting it to Sukuna filled you with anticipation.
When you brought the finished piece to him that evening, you entered his chambers with cautious excitement, kneeling before him as he sat on his throne-like dais. âMy lord,â you began softly, holding out the cloth, âI made this for you. I thought you might like it.â
Sukunaâs four crimson eyes flicked to the offering, and for a brief moment, there was silence. Then he spoke, his tone as sharp as ever.
âYou spent all day on this?â he said, his voice laced with disdain. âWhat use do I have for something so⊠trivial?â
The words hit you harder than you anticipated. You had poured your heart into the gift, hoping to please him, and now your efforts felt meaningless. You lowered your hands, clutching the cloth tightly as your vision blurred with tears you desperately tried to hold back.
âI⊠I just wanted to give you something,â you murmured, your voice trembling.
Sukunaâs brows furrowed at the shift in your tone. He could sense your emotions as clearly as the tension in the air, and the sight of you so visibly upset stirred something in himâsomething he wasnât used to feeling.
âTch,â he muttered, leaning forward slightly, his gaze fixed on you. âWhy are you crying? I didnât tell you to do something like this.â
You shook your head, your voice breaking. âI know. I just⊠I thought it would make you happy.â
Sukuna let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. He wasnât good at thisâat softening his edges. But seeing you like this unsettled him in a way that battles and curses never could
âLook at me,â he commanded, his tone firm but quieter now.
Reluctantly, you raised your eyes to meet his. His gaze wasnât as harsh as before, and for a moment, the room felt less heavy.
âI didnât mean it like that,â he said, his voice low but sincere. âIâm not good with⊠things like this.â He gestured vaguely at the cloth in your hands. âItâs not that I donât appreciate it.â
Your breath hitched slightly. âYou⊠you do?â
âYes,â he said, almost impatiently, but his tone lacked its usual edge. âIâm just not someone who knows how to handle⊠thoughtful gestures. But that doesnât mean theyâre wasted on me.â
You blinked, the sting of his earlier words starting to fade. âI just wanted to give you something that reminded you of⊠us. Of me.â
Sukunaâs lips quirked into the faintest smirk. âAnd you think I could forget you?â
Your cheeks warmed at his words, and he chuckled lowly, clearly pleased with your reaction. He reached out, taking the cloth from your hands, his fingers brushing yours briefly.
âItâs well-made,â he admitted, running his thumb over the intricate stitching. âBetter than I expected.â
A small smile tugged at your lips, and Sukuna leaned back, his gaze softening just slightly. âNext time, donât exhaust yourself for my sake,â he said. âYou donât need to prove anything to me.â
âI just wanted to make you happy,â you said softly, your earlier sadness melting away.
âYou do,â he replied, his voice quiet but steady. âEven without this.â
The warmth in his words made your heart ache in the best way, and as he set the cloth aside carefully, you knew that, in his own way, Sukuna was trying.
Megumi Fushiguro
Megumi Fushiguro was in a foul mood. Gojo had been pestering him all dayâconstant teasing, unnecessary tasks, and endless comments that pushed his patience to the brink. By the time he walked through the door, his mind was racing, and he felt like he was ready to snap at anything that moved.
You had been waiting for him to come home, your excitement bubbling as you thought about sharing the small surprise youâd planned for him: his favorite snacks arranged neatly on the coffee table and a cozy spot on the couch waiting for him to relax.
When he walked in, you greeted him with a bright smile. âMegumi! Welcome home! I set upââ
âCan you just give me a second?â he snapped, not even looking up as he kicked off his shoes and dropped his bag with more force than necessary.
You froze, startled by the sharpness of his tone. âOh⊠I didnât mean to bother you,â you said softly, your voice already trembling slightly.
Megumi sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. âItâs not about you, okay? I just need some space.â
Your chest tightened at his words. He didnât even glance at the effort youâd put into making his evening better. The snacks, the cozy setupâit all felt meaningless now. âI just wanted to help,â you whispered, your voice barely audible as you turned away, your shoulders slumping.
The sound of your soft, hurt tone stopped Megumi in his tracks. He looked up and finally noticed the care youâd put into the roomâthe snacks, the cozy setting, and the clear effort to make him feel better. Guilt hit him like a wave.
âWait,â he said, his voice gentler now as he stepped closer to you. âI⊠Iâm sorry.â
You didnât turn to face him, your hands nervously fiddling with your sleeves. âItâs fine,â you said, though the crack in your voice betrayed your true feelings.
âItâs not fine,â Megumi said, his tone firm but remorseful. âI shouldnât have snapped at you. You didnât deserve that.â
You glanced back at him, your eyes glistening. âI was just trying to make you feel better,â you murmured, âbut if you donât want me here, I canââ
âNo,â he cut in quickly, shaking his head. âI donât want you to leave. Please.â
He hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. âItâs been a rough day, and I let my frustration get the better of me. But I shouldnât have taken it out on you. You were trying to do something nice for me, and I acted like an idiot.â
You stared at him for a moment, his rare vulnerability catching you off guard. âYou mean that?â
âI do,â he said, stepping closer and gently taking your hand. âI see what you did here. Itâs thoughtful, and it means a lot to me. Iâm sorry I didnât see it sooner.â
Your lips trembled as a small smile broke through. âI just wanted you to relax after your day.â
âAnd Iâm lucky to have you,â he said, squeezing your hand gently. âLet me make it up to you.â
You hesitated before nodding, letting him guide you to the couch. As the two of you sat together, Megumi reached for one of the snacks youâd prepared, a small but genuine smile tugging at his lips.
âThank you,â he said softly, glancing at you.
âFor what?â you asked, tilting your head.
âFor being patient with me,â he said. âAnd for always knowing how to make things betterâeven when I donât deserve it.â
Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned against him, letting the tension of the evening fade away. Megumi might not always get it right, but moments like this reminded you why you loved him so much.
Yuji Itadori
Yuji Itadori wasnât the type to snap at peopleâhe was always upbeat, kind, and quick to laugh things off. But after a long day of missions, training, and dealing with the stress of being Sukunaâs vessel, heâd finally managed to steal a rare moment of relaxation, engrossed in a video game heâd been trying to beat for weeks.
You, excited to share some news with him, entered the room without realizing how deeply focused he was. âYuji! Guess what happened today?â you said cheerfully, walking over to him.
âNot now,â he muttered, his eyes glued to the screen, fingers flying across the controller.
You hesitated, unsure if heâd heard you properly. âItâll only take a second! You wonât believeââ
âI said not now!â he snapped, his tone sharper than youâd ever heard before.
The sudden harshness of his voice made you stop in your tracks. Your excitement vanished, replaced with a sinking feeling in your chest. You stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say, before mumbling, âIâm sorry⊠I didnât mean to bother you.â
Your voice was so soft, Yuji almost didnât catch it. But when he heard the hurt in your tone and turned to see the way your expression had fallen, his stomach twisted with guilt.
âWait, no, I didnât meanââ he started, but you were already backing away. âIâll just⊠leave you alone,â you said quietly, heading toward the door.
Yuji quickly paused the game and jumped to his feet. âWait! Donât go!â
You stopped but didnât turn around, your arms crossed tightly as if trying to protect yourself from the sting of his words.
Yuji rubbed the back of his neck, his face filled with regret. âIâm sorry,â he said, his voice softer now. âI shouldnât have yelled at you. That was really uncool of me.â
You glanced over your shoulder, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears. âI just wanted to tell you something. I didnât think it would make you so madâŠâ
âI wasnât mad at you,â he said quickly, stepping closer. âI was just so caught up in the game, and I got frustrated. But thatâs not an excuse. You didnât deserve that.â
You bit your lip, unsure if you should say anything, and Yuji reached out, gently touching your arm. âHey,â he said, his voice warm and sincere. âIâm really, really sorry. Youâre way more important to me than some stupid game.â
His words made your heart ache in the best way, and you finally turned to face him fully. âYou mean that?â
âOf course I do,â he said, giving you that familiar, boyish grin that made it hard to stay upset. âTell me what happened today. I want to hear everything.â
âYouâre sure? I donât want to interruptâŠâ you trailed off.
Yuji shook his head quickly. âForget the game. I want to spend time with you.â
The sincerity in his voice melted away the last of your hurt, and you let yourself smile again. As you started sharing your story, Yuji sat beside you, listening intently, determined to make up for his mistake.
And when you laughed at one of his playful comments, Yuji silently promised himself to never let a moment like that happen again. You were his safe place, his reason to smile, and no gameâor anything elseâcould ever compare.
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familiar / haitani rindou
Haitani Rindou turns 32, gets married, and he silently wonders why people are so nice to him now.
the old retired ladies promoting milk powders and selling fresh fruits in the grocery store rushes up to him at any chance they get. one time when browsing for milk formulas one of them had tapped him on the shoulder, pointed at a brand she was not promoting for but thought was amazing when her own grandchild had tried it, and then placed a bunch of other stuff in his cart that she thinks his wife would need. an example would be containers of freshly cut mixed fruits that her colleague had just prepared. you remember him telling you that her tone was a lot more different than the average grocery store promoter trying to sell you a product ăŒ it was almost as if she was talking to her own son.
when shopping for flowers just like he does every Sunday suddenly the part-timer who is usually silent, does her job and only responds to customers' needs had stepped up to him and pointed out a few selections that she believes are lovely for expecting parents. she was even smiling when doing so. and you remember he came home to you that day with two bouquets of fresh flowers ăŒ chrysanthemum and baby's breath ăŒ one in each hand.
today when taking you out for dinner in the local family-owned restaurant the daughter had served you a warm bowl of beef bone soup. neither of you had ordered it for yourselves, and you were about to tell her that, but her mother speaks before you can. "drink it, love. the soup is good for you." she yells a little from where she sits at the cashier with a grin. when Rindou stands to pay after finishing up her husband then refuses to take your bill for the night. "it's okay, son. dinner's on the house this time." he pats his shoulder and pushes you both out the door. "take care, you two. the next time you come i'll cook tofu for you, alright?" it was directed to you and you'd laughed, a little embarrassed but feeling warm and fuzzy nonetheless.
and now you are listening to your own husband ramble on and on about his new mysteries while he massages your feet on the couch.
"i seriously don't get it. i've been going to these places for years now and they were never this nice to us. i mean, they are nice, but never this nice, you know? it's the first time we've ever gotten a free meal from Kobayashi's."
we. us.
you brush his hair back, admiring the light wrinkles that have started to form on his skin. "that's exactly it, don't you think?" you bring it up and he hums in confusion.
"perhaps the reason why they've been so nice lately is exactly because you've been going to these places for years now. they know you."
"huh?"
"if you think about it, they've watched you go from an ordinary man to a husband, then a father. watched you bring a girl they've never seen before to these places more often and suddenly we go together all the time, you have a ring on your finger and i am pregnant. perhaps it is why. a sense of familiarity, maybe?"
Rindou looks at you as if you are love and warmth and everything pink and red and blue and purple and-
you are right, actually. you'd went from a girl he met at a bar to becoming the love of his life, the woman who is now carrying the love you both share. and the ladies at the grocery store, the Kobayashi's, the part timer who's been around even after graduating university years ago? they've all watched him grow.
when Rindou was 17 and had gotten ambushed by a rival gang alone, it was madam Kobayashi who'd ushered him into their store way past the last call and offered to cook him a nice meal, had her medical student son patch him up, her husband to chase away the remaining guys who were waiting for Rindou to come back out. her daughter had been about Rindou's age then, hiding behind the cashier and watching as he ate in silence with a cut to his lip, another on his eyebrow. (to this day still no one except for you, her, and him, knows that the reason he'd gotten ambushed that day was because he'd stood up for miss Kobayashi when she was getting bullied by one of the delinquents. she still thanks him for what he'd done whenever you both finish up your meal and get ready to leave.) Rindou was 17 when he'd first discovered what it was like to care for people; to be a human before anything else.
the two ladies from the grocery store wasn't yet retired and working this job back then. the promoter lady used to be the janitor who was working in the office building of his first job. she'd watched him gone through periods of unknowing, confusion, stress, to become a solid man of status today. the lady who is selling fruits used to work as a professional tutor and had been the one to tutor Rindou and his brother on Mathematics. although she is mute and can't respond in words when her students have confusing questions to ask, the brothers still thought of her as a good teacher because of the way she taught, which is why they'd stuck around and refused to switch teachers despite their parents' disapproval. because she is mute, she can only count on her colleague to dump containers of freshly cut fruits into his cart while motioning for her to tell him things that she actually wants to say to him whenever he visits the store.
the part timer at the florist is a lot younger than he is, but she have been working there for a very long time. watched him when he was still an inexperienced bachelor pacing around the store wondering which flower would be good on a first date to buying the same flowers every Sunday because you'd liked the lilies that she recommended.
it'd be heartwarming for anyone to see the boy you watch grow around love, into love, finding love, to marrying her and becoming a father.
"...yeah. maybe."
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For your celly, can I request Luke and physical touch: âI thought you hated it when people touched you?â with reader on the receiving end (as in she's the one who isn't a fan of being touched)??
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You had met Luke at Umich not too long ago. Despite being quiet and unassuming around most people, he was rowdy and playful with your friend group, always bringing an easy energy to the room. He was funny, considerate, and far more polite than the average guy youâd met at your new university.
Today your friend group decided on hanging out in one of the larger dorms, so that thereâs more room for everyone to actually fit. Luke, as usual, is roughhousing with his friends, their laughter echoing through the room. In the middle of their chaos, Luke accidentally bumps into you, nearly knocking you off balance.
âOh, shit, my bad! Iâm sorry Y/n,â he blurts, steadying you with wide, apologetic eyes.
âLukey always finding excuses to touch his girlfriend.â Dylan teases, his grin wide and knowing.
âSheâs not my girlfriend,â Luke shoots back instantly, looking a little flustered, his tone shifts into something firmer. âDonât be weird like that. Itâs not funny to make her uncomfortable.â
Turning back to you, his expression softens into a sheepish smile. âI really am sorry, Y/n. Iâll be more careful.â
You nod, offering a polite smile. âItâs okay.â You can tell he feels bad, but before you can say anything else, his friends pulled him back into their conversation. You stay quiet, still too shy to fully insert yourself, being new to this circle of people.
Later that day, the group bundles up for the cold weather and heads to the UMich football game. As everyone files into the bleachers, Luke maneuvers himself to stand next to you. It was hard not to notice, and you could easily hear Dylan snickering.
Luke rolls his eyes but doesnât budge, determined to put himself out there. After a moment, he glances at you, his face softening when he notices your rosy cheeks from the cold.
âSo, uh⊠is this your first football game? I mean, UMich game?â He stumbles, trying to get his question out without looking stupid, âYouâve probably been to other football games before, but⊠yeah, first here?â
You canât help but smile at how nervous he seems. âYeah. This is my first.â
His face lights up at your response. âCool! Youâll like it! These games are a lot of fun.â
You tuck your hands deeper into your jacket pockets, shivering slightly. âI hope so. Itâs freezing out here.â
Luke chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. âYeah, Michigan weather can be brutal. Youâll get used to it, though! I grew up here⊠well, partly in Canada too. Oh, but I was born in New Hampshire. Not that it mattersâŠâ He trails off, fully aware that heâs rambling but powering through anyway. âWhat Iâm saying is, Iâm used to the cold. And donât worry, these games are always worth it. My brothers and I go all the time. Actually, weâve got a lake house we visit in the summer together tooâmaybe you could come with sometime!â He slows down, hoping heâs not coming off too strong. âYou know, if youâre around.â
You listen patiently, letting him overshare whatever his heart desires, âIâll probably go home over the summer since itâs my first year here, but I bet I could find time to visit for a bit somewhere in there.â
âReally? Yeah⊠yeah, thatâd be cool,â he says, his smile growing. He glances down and realizes exactly how close heâd moved towards you while talking.
âOh, Iâm sorry,â he says, quickly shuffling back.
You donât mind the closeness, but you werenât gonna make it more awkward by telling him so. The two of you continued chatting, the conversation flowing naturally until the game ends and everyone decides to head back to their dorms.
A few days later, the group gathers at Lukeâs place for a movie. Youâre curled up in a beanbag, with Luke sitting next to you on the floor, his head resting against your seat. The movie drags on, and you find yourself nodding off.
However, your eyes quickly snap open when you feel a tap on your shoulder.
âHey, do you want to help me make popcorn for everyone?â Luke asks softly. You nod, grateful for something to keep you awake. He stands and offers you his large hand, which you take without hesitation.
As he leads you into the kitchen, he glances back and notices you rubbing your eyes.
He laughs quietly. âTired?â
You nod, stifling a yawn. He realizes heâs still holding your hand and quickly lets go, scratching the back of his neck. âUh, sorry.â
âItâs fine,â you say, leaning against the counter as he grabs the popcorn supplies.
âYou know, if youâre that tired, you can just crash in my room after this,â he offers casually, glancing at you.
Your eyes widen slightly. âOh! No, you donât have to do that.â
âI want to,â he insists, his tone genuine. âThose beanbags suck to sleep on. Trust me, I knowâmy brothers used to make me sleep on them when we were kids.â
You laugh softly. âWhy?â
âWell I was the youngest, and sometimes I didnât want to sleep in my own room at nightâŠâ He trails off, suddenly regretting his honesty.
âYou were scared of the dark?â you tease, smile somehow looking even more amused than before.
âMonsters, actually,â he corrects, with mock indignation.
Your laughter bubbles out, the sound light and free. Itâs the most youâve laughed since coming to UMich, and Luke was beaming with pride at the sight of it.
When the popcorn is ready the two of you head back into the living room. The group eagerly grabs at the fresh bowl as you settle back into your beanbag. Unsurprisingly, not even two minutes pass before your eyes start drooping again.
A soft laugh from Luke is the last thing you register before you feel yourself being lifted. You instinctively tuck your head into the crook of his neck, his warmth lulling you further into sleep. He carries you upstairs with ease and gently lays you on his bed, carefully tucking the covers around you.
âJust get some sleep,â he murmurs quietly, mostly to himself.
As he turns to leave, you reach out and catch his hand. Your voice is soft, barely above a whisper. âPlease stay? You can lay with me.â
âUh⊠are you sure? I can sleep on the beanbag. Itâs not a big deal.â he says, hesitantly,
You frown, words laced with tired honesty. âI thought you hated sleeping on the bean bags?â
âI thought you hated when people touch you?â he counters softly, eyes searching yours.
âI do,â you admit. âBut itâs okay when itâs you.â
His lips curve into a small, shy smile as he climbs into bed beside you. You waste no time cuddling into him, your head resting on his chest. One of his hands caresses your hair tenderly, while the other settles lightly on your lower back.
The two of you know this isnât something âjust friendsâ would do, but neither of you seem to mind. You were content with that in the moment. As you drift off to sleep, wrapped in his comforting presence, you decide the feelings youâre starting to acknowledge can wait until tomorrow.
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Okay soooooooo
How bout something like King Steve picking on shy!reader, then later finding out she has a shitty home life plz
ty for requesting!! this can be read as a prequel to this fic â steve comforts you when he accidentally makes you flinch (enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, cw for brief mentions of abuse, 1.8k)
Sitting alone at the Hellfire table, you feel a little like fishbait.Â
Your spot in the very back of the cafeteria is normally full and loud â with Dustinâs bickering, and Eddieâs laughing, and Garethâs stupid jokes â but theyâre not here now. Theyâre off getting their trays while you sit in wait for them (and the cold fries youâll ultimately steal from Eddieâs plate). It leaves you perfect prey for circling sharks.
You hear laughter from behind you, over the sounds of the bustling lunch room. Youâre certain theyâre laughing at you â âcause you always think someoneâs laughing at you â but you try hard to ignore it. You disregard the subtle pang of anxiety in your chest and stick your nose in your book, eyes flitting across the words without reading any of them.
Someone flumps down at your side then, where Mike usually sits. The overwhelming scent of spiced cologne stings your nostrils. With watering eyes, you look beside you. At Tommy fucking Hagan.
âHey, Wallflower,â he greets like itâs normal â like he hasnât spent the past four years pretending you donât exist. You think he only calls you Wallflower now because his friends have been doing it for so long they donât remember your real name.
The boy props his elbow on the table and puts his chin in his fist, trying hard to hide his boyish beam and accompanying laughter. He fails.
You cower at his presence, all but shrinking into yourself. ââŠHi?â you reply in a tiny voice.
âHowâs it hanginâ?â
â...Fine?â
âThatâs great!â he answers instantly, like he hadnât heard you at all. âYou see, my friend Steve, over thereâ you know him, right?â
You donât bother to look where heâs pointing. Of course, you know Steve The Hair Harrington. You donât think thereâs a single person in Hawkins who doesnât.
You nod in response.
Tommyâs smile widens. âWell, heâs got this massive crush on you,â he confesses, choking back a laugh halfway through. âI mean, he talks about you all the time.â
You know heâs lying. And not just because heâs grinning so hard that his eyes are crinkled and his freckled cheeks are turning pink. Youâre almost certain Steve Harrington doesnât even know who you are. He never had a reason to. Why would the King of Hawkins High ever stoop so low to know someone like you?
You glance at him over your shoulder, a couple tables down from you. Heâs almost magnetically pretty. You couldnât ignore him if you tried â with his pretty hair and his pretty eyes and his pretty smile. His golden cheeks flush as all his friends start poking fun at him.Â
He rolls his eyes and scoffs a laugh you can tell is forced from here. He doesnât think any of this is funny. You can see it on his face. But he isnât trying to stop it all from happening. Youâre just collateral damage, really.
You turn back to Tommy with a disbelieving look in your eye.
He continues to ramble despite it. âHe was just a little nervous coming up to you, thatâs all. So I thought Iâd do him a favor and slip you his number. You know, as his wingman and all.â He tosses a folded-up index card onto the pages of your opened book. âYou should call him tonightâ Itâll make his day, I swear.â
He pats you a little too hard on the back before he goes. His laugh echoes over all the rest when he sits back down at his table. You watch them over your shoulder as they fall over themselves to crack jokes about you.Â
Steveâs the only one not smiling. âNot cool, Tommy,â he mouths.
âââââ
Locker 148. The one right across from yours. Property of Steve The Hair Harrington.Â
You shove the thick card with his number written on it between the slits in the metal. Youâd carried it around all day, utterly unsure of what to do with it. You decided ultimately to return it, figuring he might feel a little better if a total stranger didnât have his phone number.
You struggle to slide it through the thin gap, though. The paper gets caught halfway through, and you try to yank it back out again. The old locker moves with you, like itâs not completely shut but still somehow latched.Â
Youâre so in your own head you donât hear the gymnasium door down the hall squeal open and shut again. Steve pants heavily and tries to recover from a ruthless basketball practice. He hunts for a water fountain and finds you instead.
âWhat are you doing?â he calls as he nears you, not malicious or unkind but genuinely curious.
Your heart lurches into your throat as you all but jump out of your skin.
Steve laughs, a pretty sound in the silent hallway. âShit. Sorry. I didnâtâ I didnât mean to scare you.â
âYou didnât,â you assure with an averted gaze, though your frightened demeanor says otherwise. âI was justâ I was trying to give you this.â
You hold the paper out towards him. He takes it with hesitant hands. âWhat is it?â
âYour number. Tommy gave it to me earlier, and I know it was just a stupid joke, so I⊠I thought youâd feel more comfortable if I gave it back to you.â
Something in Steveâs chest aches. He doesnât understand why you would care about what might make him comfortable. Itâs not like he ever gave you the time of day â or ever tried to stop his friends from being total assholes. As far as heâs concerned, youâre the last person who should give a shit about him.
âOh. Rightâ Yeah⊠Thanks,â he stammers and shoves the thing into his pocket. âAnd Iâmâ Iâm sorry about Tommy and everything. He can be a real douchebag sometimes. I didnât⊠I didnât tell him to bother you or anythingââ
âI know,â you assure in a mousy voice. âTommy gave me your number hoping Iâd be dumb enough to call while your friends were over so you could all⊠laugh at me? I guess. He couldâve been a little more original, honestly.â
Steve cracks a smile. He almost laughs, but he canât tell if youâre joking or not.
âIâll talk to him later. Tell him to leave you aloneââ He rambles and walks closer to you. You watch him with tentative eyes as he approaches. ââHeâs a total dumbass sometimes, but he usually means well. Most of the time, anywayââ
Steve raises his hand suddenly. And, because youâre frightened by everything little thing, you flinch and stumble over yourself in the process. The lockers catch your fall, and you hit the back of your head. Hard.
âShitâ Are you okay?âÂ
âIâm fine,â you squeak, holding the crown of your hair and squinting as your skull pounds.
Steve rushes to your side, then idles just ahead of you because he doesnât know if you want him touching you. His brows pinch, chiseled features swimming with concern. His cinnamon eyes glitter with it, too. âI wasnât trying to scare youââ
âItâs okay.â
ââMy locker was just jammed. I was going to shut it.â
The metal door is open now, from where it wasnât shut all the way and where you just smacked your head on it.
âI just wasnât expecting it,â you assure in a tight voice, trying hard to ignore the sharp throbbing. âItâs fine. Iâm fineââ
âYouâre hurt.â
âItâll go awayââ
âLet me get you an icepack.â
ââIâll be fine once I get home.â
Steve, feeling purely at fault and aching at how effortlessly you shrug him off, decides to approach you fully. He curls a warm hand around the outside of your elbow. A touch surprisingly gentle. âNo. Câmon. Let me help.â
You donât feel much like youâre in any position to fight him about it. Not with the world still swaying under your feet.Â
Steve guides you the short distance to the empty cafeteria. Slow and kind and dreadfully patient. He sits you down, makes sure youâre still okay, and then rushes to fix you a makeshift icepack â a ziplock bag filled to the brim with chipped ice.
He sits at the chair beside yours, slightly askew so his knees bump your thighs. He holds the pack to the crown of your head and gazes at you attentively. Youâre not looking back at him to see it.
âDoes it still hurt?â
You shrug, eyes flitted to the wringing hands in your lap. âItâs fine. It just feels a little like I have a migraine.â
Steve winces. âIâm sorry.â
Your doe eyes peek at him from beneath your lashes. âIt wasnât your fault.â
âI scared you.â
âEverything scares me.â
Itâs a dumb joke. You mean it, but you still expect him to laugh about it. He doesnât even crack a smile, though. He just keeps looking at you with that puppy-like twist to his features. The worry is evident in his face.Â
âDo you wanna, like, talk about it or something?â
âAbout what?â
âWhy you flinched.â
You freeze, breath hitching in your throat. No oneâs ever noticed your incessant panic â outside of making jokes about it anyway. No oneâs cared enough to ask about it, either. Steve Harrington is the last person you expected any kind of concern from.
You shake your head after a few long moments. âNo.â
âYou could,â Steve assures, suddenly shy. You didnât know he could be anything other than totally full of himself. âYou know, if you wanted to. I wouldnâtâ I wouldnât tell anyoneââ
You scoff a disbelieving laugh.
Steveâs features swirl with hurt. You hate that it makes your chest ache. You hate most that he hasnât stopped being soft with you. The hand holding the pack to your head hasnât yet wavered, even though you know his arm must be tired now.
âI wouldnât. âCause Iâ I know what itâs like to⊠to have a bad home life or whatever,â he confesses, stammering hopelessly. He forces a laugh at himself. âProbably more than most people do, honestly.â
His admission takes you by surprise. It comforts you in a way you didnât think someone like him could.Â
Even still, you shake your head. âIâ I canâtââ you murmur, clearing your throat when the words get stuck there. âI canât talk about itâŠâ
Steve nods, firm and reassuring. âThatâs okay. You donât have to, I was just⊠I was just saying, you know? I get it.â
You swallow through a tight throat, nodding wordlessly in response.
âPlus, you know, you have my number and everything⊠If you ever wanted to talkâŠâ
You flash him a timid look and crack a quiet smile. âI gave it back to you, remember?â
âIâll write it down for you again,â he promises with a shrug and a lopsided grin. Itâs easier to ignore his aching arm and the ice stinging his palm when heâs looking at you. âFor real this time.â
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