#i want them being nervous to hold hands but not being able to stop themselves

[save-the-villainous-cat]

"You hate me right now, don't you?" The villain's breath tickled the hero's neck cruelly and with their hand on the hero's waist, the hero was quite aware that any sudden movements would stir up the entire railway carriage.

They preferred to avoid fights in public. Especially when the space was this limited, especially when the villain could obliterate every single person in here within seconds. The hero counted at least five children within this horribly crowded mess and suddenly, the hair on the exhausted hero's neck stood up. Their eyes widened.

God, the villain was cruel.

The hero didn't even dare to breathe. Pearls of sweat rolled down their neck.

"I don't know what you're talking about," the hero whispered. They leaned against the villain and lowered their voice. Concentrate. Don't provoke. "But I'll admit, I'm honored to be visited by you during the day. On such short notice, too."

The villain had made it a habit to appear and disappear whenever they pleased. But in the middle of the day was rather daring for them. Other people never seemed to notice them or the villain was able to manipulate other people's minds to delete themselves from their memories. The hero didn't know. There was a lot the hero didn't know about the villain. A lot of unanswered questioned that begged to be answered.

"Surely you're aware by now that flattery doesn't really work on me," the villain said. Their hand moved up the hero's side, their fingers running along the hero's arm until they found their hand. Fingers intertwined. "I am not searching for any kind of validation, not even from you. So. Answer me, please."

The hero looked up at them - the villain was unfortunately a little taller now - and their grip tightened around the metallic pole they were holding onto. The movements of the subway made them sway and there were people everywhere around them, so bumping into the villain involuntarily was unavoidable.

"I'm actually...pretty tired" the hero whispered. Kind of a lie. Kind of the truth. Right now, the hero's entire nervous system was working at full blast. But in general, the hero was very tired. "I don't have enough energy in me to be mad at you. If that makes sense."

"Oh, poor hero," the villain mumbled mockingly. They pressed a soft kiss to the hero's forehead. "Embarrassing you in public isn't fun when you don't care."

It had been cartoonishly embarrassing, but the hero didn't dare to admit that.

"I..."

"I feel almost disrespected," the villain said. They shrugged and looked around the railway carriage. "And kind of bored if I am being totally honest."

The hero could deal with a disappointed villain, even with an angry one. But a bored villain?

The subway came to a screeching halt and the hero felt like throwing up when they looked at the playful smirk on the villain's face. Just thinking about the windows and the floor being painted with blood made them feel uneasy. Everyone's life in here depended on the hero's actions. On their words.

"Uhm...let's take this outside, alright?" the hero asked. Minimise casualties. Protect civilians at all costs.

"Nah, not my stop. And if I'm not being mistaken, this isn't your stop either."

The hero took in a deep breath, tried to steady their voice. When it came to the villain, they had made a lot of mistakes in the past. The hero avoided thinking about that. About the past, about their childhood. They had been friends once, they had planned a future together.

Now, that future they had dreamed of was different. They still had each other, somehow. But it wasn't the same. It wasn't what the hero had wanted.

Now, they were like the other's taunting shadow. Or at least, that was exactly what the villain was to them. A reoccurring reminder of all the hero's failures. Their own personal demonic ghost of a dream they had woken up from too soon.

The villain was cruel and punished them for what the hero had done to them. Or what they believed the hero had done to them.

Either way, the hatred and the pain had grown ugly over the years and the hero found themselves longing for those simpler days all those years ago. Letting go of everything was easier said than done.

Letting go of the ugly parts? The parts where they'd been cursed, the parts where they had been wronged? That was easy.

Letting go of the sweet parts? Summers spent outside, drawing the house they wanted to live in together, the pets they wanted to have, showing weird rocks to each other, going swimming in the lake together, eating until they were passing out, falling asleep on the couch together. The innocent days of childhood?

That was completely different.

"I don't hate you," the hero said. "I'm not mad at you for tying me up and dropping me off at the police station, I don't want to kill you, I don't want to provoke you, I...actually..."

They looked up at the villain and frowned slightly. The villain's features were sharper now and little was left of their round face and their big eyes. Weirdly, the villain was the only person who seemed to change the world around them more than the world was changing them.

Somehow, everything mirrored the villain instead of the villain mirroring the world.

The hero sighed and rose to their tip-toes.

And then, they kissed the villain softly.

The villain disappeared immediately, vanishing as quickly as they had shown up and the hero was alone once again.

However, the feeling of the villain's lips against theirs still lingered, compressed their soul. It hadn't been more than a few milliseconds, but it was all the hero could think about all week.

[girthgrudgefear]

i know i write about pope having a partner who isn’t afraid of him, was never afraid of him, but imagine pope being aware that he’s making the person he likes uneasy and making a conscious effort to appear less… threatening.

how pope is instantly intrigued by this newcomer, a friend of deran’s or craig’s or j’s, who is lounging somewhere in the cody residence with good company. how he enters the room, quietly, at first, going unnoticed by nobody except them. how pope’s soon-to-be partner in question keeps talking, laughing, while everyone else is tense.

and then finally, when they notice that everyone has stopped talking, eyes locked behind where they're sitting, silently acknowledging someone they’ve obviously yet to meet.

when they turn around and see pope standing there, they audibly flinch, maybe mutter a quick, ‘jeez!’ and clutch their hand to their chest. then this earns some chuckles from deran or craig or j, who introduces them to pope.

and despite jumping about five feet in the air from fright, their smile is soft, genuine as they introduce themselves, hold their hand out for pope to shake.

which pope does not do.

and just like that their visit is cut short, and pope is lightly admonished about how he’s scared away yet another friend.

then it’s back to business as usual and they begin to discuss a job. except it’s not, because pope has this feeling that he’s been well-acquainted with since he learned of julia’s death.

it’s guilt.

pope feels guilty for scaring them away.

so the next time that the cody’s throw a party and this person shows up, pope catches them as they’re taking a beer out of the cooler. and when they turn, they immediately yelp.

and drop the beer bottle.

pope doesn’t get hurt because he’s still got his boots and jeans on, but the trajectory of the glass leaves several prominent gashes on the other person’s feet and legs.

they don’t react to the pain because they are too busy, caught between looking around for a paper towel to pick up the glass and apologizing profusely for making a mess.

“leave it. we need to take a look at your legs.” pope says with such finality that the other person’s movement slows.

“um, okay.” they hesitate, and pope hates that they hesitate, because between the broken bottle and the cuts that feeling is back, and now with this — he just wants the party to be over.

but they let pope fix them, try to pass the time by making small talk with pope, none of which pope is receptive to. only one cut needs stitches but all of them need to be cleaned, and he finds it endearing how they hiss at the first touch of peroxide to the wound before relaxing back into the bathroom counter.

“stop shaking your leg.” pope says as he’s threading the needle.

“i don’t mean to.”

“then why are you doing it?” he asks, looking up at them as he does so. and when their eyes meet, he feels it again when they immediately look away.

“because you make me nervous.”

“i don’t mean to.” he says, almost indignantly, which makes them giggle. the leg stops shaking and pope is able to finish with ease.

and it’s only when pope is walking them to their car that pope says, “i’m sorry.”

and when they ask, “for what?”

he says, “for scaring you. i know i scare people, but…” his gaze, fixed on the black pavement, meets their eyes and he’s pleased to find them staring at him. the warmth spreads all over, from the apples of their upturned cheeks to pope’s belly as if he just caught himself staring at the sun. “i didn’t mean to do it to you.”

he ends his sentence, deflates because it sounds lame. he sounds lame.

“it’s okay. just try not to do it again, okay? i’d hate to break any more beer bottles.” there’s a smile and a giggle that they don’t share, because pope just stares at them. watches them climb into their car, wave at him, and pull off.

and pope takes that shit about not scaring them to heart.

~

i got off topic.

but, no, seriously. imagine pope purposely making his footsteps loud when he’s entering a part of the house that his partner is hanging out in.

and how he knows his efforts have not gone unappreciated when they turn around and smile at him, give him their undivided attention as if he’s the only thing in the world that matters.

how pope is more receptive to the little things that they do, the little things that he would usually ignore. like a greeting, or small talk (which he does not, nor will he ever engage in fully). how he actually waves back when they do it first.

texting. pope actually had to find a way to keep up conversations with the person he’s interested in through text, beyond one-worded replies and leaving them on read.

or the way he spends hours in front of the mirror trying his best to appear “casual", no fists balled up at his sides, no hunching his shoulders as if he's ready for a fight at a moment's notice. until he realizes it just makes him seem more constipated and gives up altogether.

and most importantly, physical touch.

pope can tell you the shape that a fist can morph a jawbone into but he's out of his depth when it comes to handling a person in a non-threatening way. it doesn't mean that he doesn't crave it, though, crave them.

he just... doesn't know what it looks like.

and again this is where he's rewarded for the fruits of his labor. that there is some merit in learning how to be softer. it feels familiar, a dead-leaf echo to the way he became lena's safe space in the wake of her parents' passing.

the way in which his partner no longer leaves or avoids him when he shows up at the cody house, at deran's bar, or even on their own doorstep. how they almost always seem to want him around.

the way that they melt into him when they're alone together. how they'll sink beside him where he's sitting stiffly on the couch, curl into him like a cat after pressing a kiss to his cheek. do the little things like ask him about his day, if he's ate, and telling him about their day or anything that's on their mind. how something as simple as that helps him to relax after a long day of being at smurf's beck and call or hours and hours of sinking into his own head.

how they make him feel normal. and seen. and wanted and, even though they aren't there yet, may be leagues away from it, loved.

and this is where i mention that pope is still pope in a lot of the ways that make pope, pope. that sometimes his partner will look up and see andrew standing in the doorway, watching them do whatever it is that they are doing.

or how they'll turn over in bed and see that pope is laying beside them or sitting at the edge of the bed, watching over them as they rest. and how they have to get used to the fact that pope behaves like this, stands guard over the people that he loves, checks up on them in the same way a family dog walks through each room of the house before settling in for the night. how it comes from a place of safety, protection.

the way they learn not to act surprised when pope is waiting for them after work, ready to escort them back to their house where they can lavish pope with all of the affection that he's been learning to crave under their careful attention. and, yes, they are also acutely aware of the way pope is observing the way they interact with their co-workers or any other associates when they're out and about. looking for anyone who needs their ass kicked because no, pope does not play about them in any capacity and they know it.

but, no, yeah. pope is pope but sometimes pope can be persuaded into being less pope but also still pope. i think it's a nice thought.

[erenjaegerwifee]

Make You Mine 

Paring: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: MDNI 18+, kissing, suggestive themes, fluff

Word Count: 3.3K

Disclaimer: All my characters are aged-up! If that makes you uncomfortable feel free to scroll and do not interact with my page or any of my posts!

Index: karyu - teacher, hupx - miss, rutxe - please, kelku - house/home

Today is your first day, you are kind one nervous even though you’re teaching 7-year-olds. Kids can be mean sometimes but that’s not your problem. You have wanted this job since you were a little kid in the class, you always thought about how nice it was growing up and being able to teach children things you got to learn yourself, it felt like you were really helping the clan. You're taking over for the teacher then taught you, her name is O’laya, or as you used to call her miss O’laya.  

You get up bright and early eating a heavy breakfast you now sort of regretted and made sure your brother was ready for the day. The clan is very big so you are not the only teacher in the clan naturally the kids are split up into different classes. You were lucky to get a young one. You thank Eywa for her mercy. You dress yourself in your leaf top and loincloth that stops by your caves, you decided you might be running around and there was no need to slip someone a peak of your undergarments so you had longer loincloths made just for this job.  

You took a deep breath walking out of your kelku and to the class area to meet O’laya. “Miss O’laya, how are you this morning?” You greet her with a sweet smile. “Ah my dear, I am well, ready for today? I’m going to introduce you and take my leave.” You nodded and walked behind her into the class.  

“Good morning children. Now I’ve already told your parents and you all that you’ll be getting a new teacher. So, I’d like to all to meet Hupx Y/n! She will be your teacher from now on!” Everyone greeted you with sweet smiles and O’laya took her leave.  

“Good morning kids! I’m super excited to be your teacher why don’t we go around the class and get to know each other?” Your smile and sit on top of your desk listening to the children introduce themselves with names and ages along with things they like. They were every entertaining to listen to. Some were shy but some were upbeat and loud one of them being none other than your clan’s olo’eyktan’s youngest, Tuktiery, or as she requested people call her Tuk. When it was her turn, she stood so excitedly sitting directly in front of your desk in the class and said, “Hi new miss! My name is Tuktiery Sully very similar to my mama’s name but not that same! You can call me Tuk, everyone does! But anyways, I’m 7 years old and I’m new in this class to just like you! I like ikrans I can’t wait to get my own one day like my mama!” 

“Well, that is wonderful Tuk! I’m sure one day you will have a beautiful Ikran.” You smile and she sat down and continued the lesson. After a long day of fun activities, it was time for the kids to go home. You were cleaning up the classroom while parents came one by one to collect their little ones.

There were only about three kids left when you heard a knock on the wood by the entrance flap and two parents walked in. They were Tuk’s parents, Jake and Neytiri Sully. You brought your hands up to your forehead to make the respectful gesture and they returned it smiling at you. “Ah, you must be Tuk’s new teacher I am her mother, it is very nice to meet you.” she was so beautiful, “This is my husband, Jake” she gestured her hands to her husband that now hold their youngest. 

“The pleasure is mine; I look forward to getting to know you and your family.” you smile back at her. It was customary for the teachers to get to know the parents of their classes, it allowed for much smoother sailing when it comes to their education, everyone was involved in teaching the children. “We do as well, how about you sit with us at communal dinner tonight” Jake spoke up. 

You must admit you were a bit stunned; you weren’t expecting such an invitation. “Communal dinner with the Olo’eyktan’s family wow, I am extremely flattered, but I wouldn’t want to intrude on your family time” you smile at them shyly, they thought you were very cute, you might fit in quite well with their older kids, “Rutxe hupx y/n! I want you to meet my sister” you smile sweetly at her pleading eyes and sighed with a nod; how could you not say yes to her? “I be happy to, if it’s okay can I bring my younger brother along, he sits with me every day.” 

They agreed to let him join you, then walked out of the class with Tuk. The remaining children left shortly after and finish cleaning up the room, you felt a bit nervous to be having dinner with them, you thought about backing out in case it might be awkward but decided against it in the end, they were very kind people their children should more than reflect that. Jake was one of the most loved rulers of the Omatikaya clan, but in passing, you've never seen him act like he was worth more than anyone else.  

He is a noble man; you suppose that’s why Neytiri fell in love with him. You left the room and made your way back to your hut to get ready for the dinner. Your brother was already there when you arrived, “Kamea you’re home early isn’t training longer than this?” he was sprawled out on the floor, his training equipment laid messily on the floor next to the entrance. “Just introductions, made a couple friends than I came home, what at we doing for dinner?”  

“Uh we’re having dinner with olo’eyktan’s family tonight, they invited us to sit with them. Their youngest is in my class.” Ever since your parents passed, you and your brother have only had each other. When you first lost them, it was difficult to bounce back and you didn’t want to pitied stares of your people. So, you learned to take care of your brother at home. That included cooking in the comfort of your family home then slowly you would go back to communal dinners but only once in a while. The clan was not all that used to seeing you out and about.  

When dinner time arrived, you put on a pink and purple beaded top and matching loincloth to make your way to the center of the village with your brother walking behind you. Your nerves were getting the better of you now as you picked your nails and looked around anxiously, you didn’t see the family yet so you walked through the crowd politely greeting people who decided to greet you both.  

When you do spot the Sullys Tuk was jumping up and down waving at you, she calmed some of your nerves but her ruckus caused everyone else to turn to you. Jake and Neytiri stood and smiled as you walked over. You didn’t glance down at their other children just yet though. You and your brother brought your hands up to your forehead to greet them respectively. Only then did you both sit down directly in front two grown mean, who just so happen to be their sons. “That you so much for inviting us again, it was very kind of you”  

Tuk sat next to you and Jake and Neytiri formed a semi- circle connecting the group with their children across from you. “We are delighted ever since Tuk came home; she couldn’t stop talking about her new karyu. Kiri pass them the leaves.” A kind girl with a few braids in her lose hair introduced herself and as Tuk’s sister Kiri. “Ah so you are the sister she wanted me to meet, I am y/n” you smile at her sweetly and unwrapped the food. 

She smiled back at you then Jake spoke up, “Oh yea, let me introduce you, you know my wife and Tuk, this is Neteyam and Lo’ak my sons and well now you know Kiri” your eyes dart from Jake to the man sitting directly in front of you, Neteyam. You felt a blush creeping up he was gorgeous. Neteyam looked like Eywa carved him out of diamond. His skin somehow looked soft and tough at the same time, his hair braided neatly falling over his ears when he bent his head, and his eyes, Eywa his eyes were golden, the most beautiful shade of gold you’ve ever seen in eyes. You realized you were staring a bit too long when you noticed the smirk on his face and you brother elbowed you in the stomach. 

Your eyes dart down before they came up to greet them both. Lo’ak was seated right next to his brother directly in front of you. “This is my brother, Kamea. He just graduated to warrior training” you gesture to your brother speaking to them all. “I know, he’s in my group of trainees, I look forward to working with him” Lo’ak said which made you smile, you are glad your brother is making friends better than you did at his age.

Throughout the dinner you kept glancing at Neteyam as he ate and every time you made eye contact you were always the one to break it, “So you're a new teacher, that is impressive not many people can replace hupx O’laya.” Neteyam spoke to you, he actually said something to your face. “Yea she was my karyu too” you smile, “she was? How old are you? I don’t ever remember seeing you in her class” He spoke again. “I’m 22 I think I was in the year below you, we’ve never been in the same class” you dip your head to stare at your plate when felt the blush deepen on your face.  

“Oh, that explains it Neteyam is a year ahead of you, so let us about yourself are you mated yet?” Neytiri asked. “No, I’m not, I haven’t given it much thought”  

“Yea says the girl with the wedding scrapbook?” Kamea said. You whip your head to look at your brother giving him a menacing glare, but like the dumbass he is, he never stopped talking. “She hasn’t mated yet because she doesn’t know how it would work with everything, if it were up to her, she would have already found some poor sucker to take care of her.” 

You gasp dramatically putting your hands on your chest, “Poor sucker to take care of me? I’m the poor sucker taking care of you, you ungrateful rat.” you and your brother always bicker like that, sometimes you forget people are around. He was about to retort but you were brought back to reality by Kiri’s snickering, “they sound like you and Neteyam” she told Lo’ak making the family giggle. 

Your face was flush with embarrassment as you pinched your brother on the arm before you continue to eat, “What don’t you think won’t work if you mate?” You head whips up to Neteyam making eye contact with him, suddenly you lose your words, “um, I take care of my brother, I have been for years now, usually when you mate with a man you move out of your kelku and into his, well our parents are no more I can’t just leave him. My dreams of mating can wait”  

“Your parents passed I am so sorry” Kiri said but your eyes never left neteyam’s you were captivated in them. Your brother once again nudged your shoulder and you turned to Kiri not noticing the look Jake and Lo’ak exchanged. “It’s ok, it was a long time ago” you smiled softly at her, “I don’t think that should be a problem, if a man loves you and knows your situation you wouldn’t be inconveniencing him by allowing your brother to live with you” Neteyam spoke to you again.  

“You think? I don’t know, a couple of guys are courting but I haven’t decided if I’m ready to mate then yet” your face twisted a bit clearly showing the fact that you don’t like them which making Neteyam smirk. 

You practically ignored his presence when you first got there but he couldn’t stop staring at you, you were absolutely phenomenal, the colors of your outfit complimented your tone perfectly, your hair cascaded down your back effortlessly, your loincloths were longer than the women he usually sees but he admires your effort to stay modest when teaching young children.  

After dinner was over you said your goodbye hugging a crying tuk after you told her you couldn’t spend the night but promised to see her the next day. Your brother left during her crying session being tired and wanted to get some rest. The stars shined beautifully in the sky and you begin to walk away into the darkness towards your hut. “Wait up!” someone shouted behind you and you saw neteyam running up to you, that man just looks godly doing everything huh. 

“Let me walk you home it’s dark” he smiled at you; he was such a gentleman. “But who’s gonna walk you home?” you joked at he started to match his pace to yours, “Very funny I am a well-known and respected warrior karyu, I can handle walking at night” 

“Really, well respected I can understand but well-known? I’ve never met you before” you smile at him, being away from all the other prying eyes made it easier for you to relax and speak like you normally would, instead of being shy. You could see the your kelku coming into view and you were a bit sad your time with his warrior would be over.  

“Hey listen I want to ask you something, normally I’d go about this a different way but I don’t really want to wait. Would you do me the honor of letting me court you?” his question caught you so off guard. You understand the courting process starts right after meeting each other as adults but you couldn’t believe your future olo’eyktan wanted you on his arm. “You want to court me?” You stopped walking and turned to face him making him do the same. “Why?”  

“Why not, I met you a couple hours ago and, in that time, I’ve gotten to know you are single, you are smart, you have good mothering instincts and you are great with children, you are a good cook according to your brother, you put down a mean meal and still look sexy as ever, and one of the more obvious reasons, I think your so fucking beautiful”  

His hands have gotten a hold of yours while he was speaking and he looked into your eyes as he said every single word and you just knew he meant it. You have never met a man you wanted to get on your knees for so bad, and he wanted to make you love him. You almost asked him to pinch you so you’ll know you’re awake but decided if this was a dream, you aren’t gonna end it. 

“Neteyam..” you sounded awestruck as you whispered his name it makes him smile down at you so sweetly, you thought you were about to have a sugar rush. “Say it sweetheart, let me court you, let me make you mine” he took small steps closer until he was almost pressed up against you, one of his hands came up to your cheek stroking it softly with his thumb. “Yes, make me yours” 

His lips broke out into a smile triggering yours and pulled you into closer, his arm was now wrapped around your waist and you were pressed against his chest. His skin was warm it almost made you shiver thinking about pulling away. His eyes dart down to your lips and back up to your eyes as if asking for permission to kiss you.  

You leaned in and your eyes fluttered when he pressed his lips against yours softly. His lips were as worms as his body, kissing him felt like breathing a different kind of air, he was so gentle with you, so caring as if he could break you if he squeezed too hard. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss running your hands through his braids, rubbing your fingers against his head. You didn’t want to every stop kissing him, you never wanted to pull away.  

He swiped his tongue on your bottom lip and you wasted no time giving him access to your mouth. He leaned more into you causing you to bent back but you didn’t let him go, Neteyam held you tightly against him exploring the crevasse in your mouth. You moaned into the kiss when he latched into your bottom lip with his fangs and pulled on it separating you from the kiss.  

You didn’t waste any time chasing his lips as he pulled away making him chuckle, you continued to suck each other's tongue as if you weren’t out in the open and if anyone decided to walk pass, they would see you humping each other. You felt his bulge press against you between your thighs, you moan at the feeling of his clothed cock humping against your clit. Your time was cut short however by the someone clearing their throat behind Neteyam. 

You both jumped pulling away from each other, your lips were swollen and you suddenly felt the need to cover your body from the cold and you watched Neteyam cover his hands over his bulge was we watch his father and brother stand in front of us. Lo’ak sported a wide grin almost as if he was proud of his brother and his father stood with a neutral expression but his smile was cracking through.   

“I thought you were walking her home?” Jake said. “I was- I am” 

“And so how did you end up with your tongue down her throat? Or was her tongue down yours?” Lo’ak said. Your eyes dart to the floor and your toes played with the grass. 

You didn’t see the way Neteyam smiled at your shy behavior, “Why are you two even out here?” 

“Well son, Lo’ak brought it to my attention you’ve been gone for 20 minutes and I wanted to make sure you weren’t getting mauled by some freakishly large predator, but it seems like she’s the one getting mauled.” Neteyam was at least a head over you, he was very tall, kissing him made your neck hurt but fuck did you wanna do it again. “I’ll be right there let me take her home” 

Jake rolled his eyes at his son’s responses and Lo’ak just giggled like he a school kid. “It’s ok, I live right there, you did want you were meant to” you said to him softly gesturing to your kelku behind you and smiled at him. 

“Yea and seems like he did a lot more too” Lo’ak snorted as he tried to hold in his laugh. If you weren’t so embarrassed you’d see how funny this must look for someone else’s point of view. “How about I take you out tomorrow? After your class, I’ll come there and meet you” Neteyam grabbed your hand and laced your fingers with his smiling at you.  

“I’d like that, I’ll see you tomorrow then” you smiled as you begin to back away from him.  

“Yea I’ll see you” he smiles watching you turn and run away into the safety of your hut before turning back to his brother and father. 

They didn’t say anything besides tried to hold in their snickers about the whole situation, they can’t wait to watch this one play out. 

✨I hope you all enjoyed reading! I had fun with this one! Let me know if yall want a part 2 cuz I want to write one!

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[fixated-cookies]

Ngl I saw the aphrodisiac and I can't help but brainstorm a whole thing:

Imagine a reader who is the poison tester because they are resistant to poisons...affogato slips em the aphrodisiac and reader is able to hold themselves, kinda...and at first affogato is surprised it had so little effect...until the night where reader goes to their room and starts trying to satisfy themselves but affogato just 'happens' to walk in...reader, ofcourse, acts embarrassed and apologies for such an awkward situation....until affogato offers his 'services' *cough cough* his face *cough cough* to help them satisfy themselves....and that's when reader learns how much affogato likes em inadvertently...how? Simple, he makes sure every orgasm is satisfying...not too fast, not to slow, just orgasm sent from heaven to orgasm sent from heaven...

Basically, the hc here is if he loves someone, and he does this to em...he would treat em like royalty during the eat-out...possibly as a way to...show his feelings. Not too fast, not to slow, and he would just KNOW how to please you exactly because he did his...research. Fan of normal eating out? Ofcourse, he can pull so many moves he already knows you'll love! Secretly fantasize about being edged like crazy while being eaten out? Let him show you he is the perfect lover to do that to you and keep you on the edge for as long as it is pleasurable and comfortable for you and what you wanted...this man knows EXACTLY went to finally give you that orgasm and stop. Fan of overstimulation? Oh he's more than happy to give you orgasm sent straight from your fantasies after orgasm sent from your fantasies...and again, master at knowing limits. He'd still make you have a safe word juuuuust incase there are factors he doesn't know about that could influence how much you want.

Happy bonus hc for ya, because I like your stuff so much: he is the king-no-god of aftercare! Even if it's your first time and don't know what would be good after care or what you want as aftercare, affogato got ya! Nervous because you don't know how to deal with post-sex numb legs? Let him gladly help you with that, dear. Feeling thirsty? Already has your favorite drink on standby. Hungry? Favorite food, standby. Feel extremely drained? Oh he already has a bath waiting for you to both help you feel relaxed and clean....and when you get out of the bath, he is ready to give you a massage. The type to fall asleep right after sex? That's OK, he will hold you while you sleep and you'll wake up to the aftercare being prepared in the morning.

Sorry if I went a little too crazy.

oooh gossip! Affogato would absolutely revel in the irony of it all. The way he thought his little concoction had barely worked, only to find out later that it had been simmering under the surface, waiting for the perfect moment to bloom. I assume he would be disappointed at first, awww. And, of course, he "just so happens" to be there, watching the reader struggle in vain. That feigned surprise, the sly amusement dancing in his cream eyes—he’d offer his assistance so sweetly, so gently, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

MDNI

Perhaps you can feel the heat crawling underneath your skin, your fingers covered in your own fluid and juices but you're still so insatiable. The door creaks open, and there stands Affogato, his expression unreadable at first—until his lips curl into that all-too-familiar smirk.

"My, my… what do we have here?"

The reader jolts upright, scrambling to cover themselves, their breath hitching in sheer panic. "A-Affogato?! I—I wasn’t—this isn’t—!"

The air is thick with something electric, something inevitable.

And when he kneels before them, his hands resting on their trembling thighs, his voice dips into something softer, sweeter.

"No need to be shy now… let me help you."

And that’s when the reader realizes—this isn't just about repayment or amusement. No, no… Affogato enjoys this far too much. The way he takes his time, never rushing, never overwhelming, drawing it out so that each wave of pleasure leaves you craving more from his tongue. He'd probably end up becoming addicted in his own way. drawing out precious moans and whines while his hands hold you onto the mattress. He just can't get enough.

He drags it out, savoring their reactions, never rushing—because this isn’t just about pleasure. No, this is his way of showing them just how much they mean to him. If you want he'll suck your clit gently, or if you'd prefer he can devour you like a ravenous creature instead. I think he'd be so mouthy like this, constantly teasing you with his touches and lips. Do you think he'll make you sit on his face? hooking his hands onto your thighs so you can't do anything but take it?

I totally agree with your after care headcanons as well.

Now he gets to spoil you.

The moment it's over, he's already moving, ensuring you're not left wanting for anything. A chilled glass of your favorite drink is placed in your hands before you can even ask. If you’re feeling too weak to sit up, he’ll simply guide it to your lips himself, murmuring praises all the while. And oh, the bath. Steaming, infused with the perfect blend of soothing herbs and oils—because of course, he anticipated this. If you hesitate, too shy or embarrassed to let him see you so vulnerable, he simply smiles, tilting his head. "Now, now… There's no need to be modest. I’ve already seen everything, haven’t I?"

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alalalala just thinking about beautiful man lalala...

[monolotus]

𓂃⊹⋆˚⁺ Lobster. ✧◝

Where Seokmin is too nervous meeting your (rich) parents.

The way you met Seokmin was the perfect plot for a romcom. You met his teammate, Seungkwan, while trying to get him to work with Lee Youngji, one of the artists under the company you were working for, in the marketing department.

Once Nothing much prepared started, you were so excited to get multiple people on the program- especially Seventeen, after seeing them in so many variety shows through the years.

The first guest had been Hoshi, amazing as expected. The video had received a lot of positive feedback, and your manager had been more than happier because of it.

Later, it had been Joshua and Dk, and you think is your favorite episode to date. Both hadn’t stopped interacting with the staff present, even giving you slices of pizza and drinks. Joshua was sitting closer to you, noticing the glances you would steal from his teammate.

Sadly that night you weren’t able to catch up with either member, besides the short small talk you could come up with in between scenes of the show. Fast forward to a couple of days later, where Seungkwan (whom you had kept a close, but quite formal friendship) had sent a weird message, like he was exhausted from listening to Seokmin rant about something you couldn’t quite comprehend, as the text had multiple errors.

As you reply with a “Seungkwan? You good?”, the blonde man decided to sent a picture of Seventeen’s main vocalist, with the caption “He’s too scared to say he wants to take you out.”

Lucky you for seeing that text, as only a couple of seconds later it was deleted.

Seokmin, your loud introverted boyfriend, was now nervously looking at his clothing from every angle in front of the full body mirror, being invited to spend the weekend with your parents was a huge deal for the singer. Sure, he had briefly met them before, but this was a whole new level- He felt this was the perfect opportunity to bond with your parents, and prove how good of a boyfriend (and son-in-law) he could be.

“Princess, have you seen my car keys? i can’t find them” he asked you, scratching the nape of his neck. Where were the damn keys?

“Ah, babe, look under the shelf. But there’s no need for you to drive us.”

“Then how are going to get there? Because those bags are not carrying themselves.” He had pointed towards both, your suitcase and a gym bag. Who needs so many clothes for a weekend in their parent’s home? Only you.

Seokmin really couldn’t believe his eyes. This big ass car was supposed to drive you both to the countryside? Did you pay for it? Was it an uber?

No, it couldn’t be an uber. You had smiled warmly to the chauffeur, putting your hands on both sides of his arm as you greeted the man.

The ride wasn’t really loud. Seokmin too immerse in his thoughts, and you too immerse in getting the perfect position to sleep for the next forty minutes of the drive.

Once arrived to the private neighborhood, you felt Seokmin moving you a bit, trying to wake you up.

“Jagiya, i think the uber took the wrong route” he whispered, and you tried to not laugh too loud.

“No, baby, this is my neighborhood” you whispered back, holding Seokmin’s face between your hands, leaving a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Ah, you lived in the countryside? I thought that was just your grandparents.”

“For a while, before moving to the city and meeting my favorite person… Youngji” You laughed out loud, seeing your boyfriend’s face go from a pure smile, filled with love, to the most puppy-kicked pout you could ever see.

Before you could kiss him some more, the car parked in front of classical colonial house- Two floors, too white and way too long for a single pair of grandparents (and your parents, on the long weekends)

Seokmin helped you out of the car, and your heart couldn’t take the expression on his face from seeing the house.

“Is pretty, isn’t it?” you murmured getting close to him, holding his bicep as you knew the help would take care of the luggage.

“Princess, you lived here?” Big eyes looked down on you, letting a low whistle scape his mouth.

You were so excited to hang out with your family, being so long since you last saw them all together.

“Ah, baby! Don’t be shy, come inside. Is not like they are going to bite you!” It was funny from your point of view, the singer could see that from the way you would bite your lower lip, trying to contain a laugh.

‘Maybe not bite, but they sure could sue me for anything’ Was his line of thought while you gave him a little house tour. Seokmin didn’t know much about current artists outside of his own industry, but having learn a thing or two from his members, he knew the paint that was just prettily sitting in the hallway was a Sea Hyun Lee paint, who just had that, randomly in their house?

He was getting nervous. He had met your parents really randomly, actually. You both had been walking nonsensically alongside the han river, when you saw them. The meet was very short, as both you and your mom wanted to get home. But, Seokmin didn’t get the impression your parents had that kind of money!

Once the home tour had finished, Seokmin was guided to the patio, where your parents were chatting.

“Darling! Oh, you look radiant! Those creams I sent you cleared your skin so well!” Your mom was quick to hug you, as your boyfriend just stood there, as the chill guy he is -no-.

After a short talk with your parents, you were coming back to his side, as he bowed to your parents.

“Dad, you remember Seokmin, right?”

“Seokmin, my boy! How have you been? I saw you in the news. You are becoming quite the hot thing, uh?” You were amazed, as you saw how the tips of your boyfriend’s ears became more and more red.

“Ah, sir! Well… Thank, thank you sir! Er… I think Seventeen is becoming a hot thing, sir, yes.” Seokmin could hear your chuckle, and his blush only became more prominent.

~~~

“Seokmin, sweetheart, tell me. Which meat would you like for dinner? We have seafoods, obviously. Some shrimp, some lobster or even whelk! Or are you more into wagyu? Our chef, Robert, could totally do some for dinner if you’d prefer that!” Your mother was so polite, bless her heart.

And also Seokmins stomach, he hadn’t stop eating the entire day. He didn’t remember the last time he had whelk, less alone wagyu! In fact, he doesn’t even know if he’s had some in all his twenty-eight years of life.

“Mh. I really want lobster. Baby, please?” Seokmin could kiss you, marry you on the spot. During the day, you hadn’t stop saving his ass. Your parents asked about his favorite artists? You were quick with a story about the last time you went to a museum. Your parents asked about his background? You talked about this beautiful set of jewelry his mother had gifted you.

And now, you were saving him from talking about the best chicken breast he’s had.

“Ah, sure, princess. Lobster is good, yeah, I mean, it goes perfect with butter rice, right? Really good, yes.” You weren’t used to your boyfriend talking so slow, paying attention to every word that would come out of his mouth.

“Yes! Also, with pesto pasta? Ah, my mouth is watery just from saying it. Mom, please?” You were standing up, and Seokmin was quick to follow you whenever you would leave the room.

Yes, he wanted to leave a good impression to your parents, But he barely knew who Picasso was, so a chat about Sea Hyun Lee wasn’t his best option.

~~~

“Baby, you need to relax.” You told him, your hands on both sides of him.

“I didn’t… I try… How rich are you?” He wasn’t supposed to ask that. You both very clear with the expenses, as you had, recently, kinda moved in with your boyfriend and Vernon.

“Baby! How can you ask that?” You were laughing. And he had seen the tiktoks, you had the same laugh as the rich people on the internet.

Is not that he felt uncomfortable around money or rich people, he just didn’t expect you to have that much money. Now he understood perfectly why you didn’t flinch while giving him one of the latest Rolex watches as a present. Or how you would put your debit card beside Seungcheol’s when the group and their partners would eat out.

He felt kinda small, actually. And for sure you saw how his expression melted a little, a pout appearing onto his face.

“Oh, my sweet, beautiful baby. I didn’t expect you to act like that” you murmured, leading your hands behind his neck, while leaving a soft kiss on his lips. “My grandparents had money, yes. And my dad did some good investment in his thirties. But, seeing from your point of view, I can totally see why you would feel so awkward. I’m sorry, baby. I should’ve given you a heads up about…this.”

“No, no, princess. You shouldn’t apologize. I just didn’t expect it. When I saw your parents, they saw really chill, that’s it… But please don’t make me choose the menu for dinner. Last time I ate lobster I destroyed it with a hammer.”

˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹-˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹-˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹

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[hischierswhore]

JUNO PERFORMANCE

warnings: slightly suggestive content (insinuations of it)

author's note: this is inspired by this segment of sabrina's concert. also this is part 1, there will be a part 2 eventually :)

You jog towards the center of the stage to your designated spot for this bit of the show. You quickly adjust your hair just as the lights dim, as you barely had enough time before the spotlight snaps back on and focuses on you once more.  

“How is everyone doing tonight?” You shout into the mic, and an eruption of cheers comes from the audience. You smile as you slowly pace the stage, trying to kill some time before starting the next skit. “I’m so glad you’re all enjoying yourselves!” Your eyes sweep the crowd as you speak, and then they land on him: Nico. He’s standing in the VIP tent with a pastel pink VIP pass around his neck. He’s wearing that baby blue polo shirt you love on him. He’s surrounded by your brothers, his fellow teammates, and your parents. When his eyes meet yours, he sends a little wave towards you, and you can’t help the smile that forms on your lips.

As you tear your gaze from him and turn towards the other side of the stage, you continue your little speech. “I just want to thank you all for coming tonight!” The crowd roars in response, and you take it all in for a moment before heading back to where you previously stood near the tent. Your steps became slower and more deliberate. You were given the queue to begin this skit through your in-ears. 

You stop at the edge of the stage closest to the VIP tent as your heart thumps. This bit always made you nervous, but you felt more nervous now than all the times before. 

“Oh my god, girls, come quick!” You exclaim, signaling toward your backup dancers to come to you. “I think I just saw my future husband!”

The crowd screams in excitement at your statement. You watch as they all look around to try & figure out who you’re referring to. Mia and Kate, your backup dancers, do a little jog over to where you stood. Mia pulled the fuzzy pink handcuffs out from her pocket and began twirling them in her hands.

You dramatically point at Nico, your grin widening as you watch his face go white at the sudden attention. “Look at him right there!” You say before looking back at Mia and Kate, who are doing their best to hide their extremely surprised expressions at your selection.

“Oh my god,” You breathe out, dramatically fanning yourself as the crowd’s cheers grow louder, still clueless about who you picked. Nico’s face is completely red now. 

“Sir, you are under arrest for being too hot,” You say as you simultaneously bite your lip and giggle while the red and blue lights flash across the arena. The audience goes wild.

You lock eyes with your boyfriend once more. “What’s your name?” You ask playfully. The jumbotron and main screen on the stage switch to a view of the crowd, slowly panning as it finds your chosen “suspect” for the night, building up the suspense.

Being Nico, he’s embarrassed at all the attention he currently has on him. Not to worry though, the rest of the Devils in the tent shout towards the stage “Nico!”

“Nico!” You shout back, fanning yourself once again. Your reaction makes the crowd scream even louder. The camera zooms in on his face, and the arena erupts in cheers and claps as the fans finally catch on to who exactly you’ve chosen.

“Nico what?” You ask, pointing the mic in his direction, despite it not being able to pick up any audio coming from him. He jokingly rolls his eyes, a smile spreading across his lips, before shouting, “Hischier!”

You  let out a little giggle before dramatically exclaiming, “Y/n Hischier!” You hold your hand up, examining your ring finger as if imagining the size 6 wedding band already there. The fans are beside themselves, giggling along with you.

“Y/n Hischier’s got a nice ring to it, don’t you agree girls?” You watch as Mia & Kate nod their heads playfully and laugh through the bit. “I’m thinking so many dirty things right now. The polo, the hair, the eyes, the beard—oh!” With a dramatic gasp, you watch as your maxi skirt drops to the floor, revealing your matching mini skirt. “Oh my gosh, my clothes are falling off for you, Nico!”

Mia hands you the pink fuzzy handcuffs, and you crouch down to hand them to the security guard. “Hand these to the gorgeous man in the tent” He remains stone-faced as he hands them to your boyfriend. “These are for you, cutie,” You say before blowing a kiss in his direction, earning even louder screams from the crowd.

You stand back up, flipping your hair over your shoulder as you walk to the top of the main stage. “Jersey, help me sing this song for my new husband Nico!” You scream into the mic. The intro to “Juno” begins to play and the crowd’s energy is at an all-time high as you prepare to give this performance your all.

“Also, Mom, Dad, and my brothers, you might wanna turn around for this next song” You wink towards the tent before getting into position. 

As you reach the pre-chorus, you lock eyes with Nico again, the playful smirk painted across your lips never faltering. You dance across the stage, your body doing the choreography involuntarily at this point.

"You make me wanna make you fall in love..." You sing as the crowd sings along, but you’re only focused on Nico. “Oh, I hear you knocking, Nico. Come on up!”

Your lips curl into a grin as you reach the next verse, "Wanna try out some freaky positions?" You hold the mic in one hand as you run to the elevating heart platform of the stage, quickly dropping into an undeniably suggestive pose. You lock eyes with Nico, and his eyes widen and a blush spreads across his face once more. 

"Have you ever tried this one?” You hold eye contact with Nico & bite your lip before coming up to rest on your knees to hit the next note. 

The crowd is losing their minds at the interaction. You wink at him, standing up slowly to continue the song. 

The lights begin to dim as the final chords of Juno play out, and you blow Nico a final kiss before stepping off the platform. You can feel his eyes on you, even as the roar of the crowd increases.

“New Jersey, thank you so much for tonight! I had the time of my life with you all. I’ll be back soon!” You yell into the mic as glitter falls to the floor.

The energy backstage is at an all-time high, but you just want to see Nico. You spot him the second you step backstage, leaning against the door to your dressing room.

"You were amazing out there," Nico mutters into your ear as he engulfs you in a hug. 

"You liked it?” You smiled into his chest before pulling back. “Of course I did. The guys were in there dancing and everything. And a certain someone was having a bit of fun teasing me mid-performance” He pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before opening your dressing room and shutting it after you. 

"Couldn’t help it. Plus I think you enjoyed my teasing" Your voice drops to a whisper as you wrap your arms around his neck. He smirks, his hands settling on your hips as he pulls you even closer. "Maybe," he says, his voice low. "But you owe me for putting me through that in front of everyone".

“Well that was already part of my plan”

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[okkotsuus]

Hey, just requesting. How r u? Can I request... Barou Shouei, Karasu Tabito, Shidou Ryusei, Raichi Jingo x GN! Ahodere! Reader (Ahodere: Someone who's very friendly, kind-hearted, and high-spirited, but completely stupid when it comes to romance. They're super dense and usually mistake romantic gestures towards them as something else. Matter of fact, they can even be oblivious to their own feelings. They're like Bakaderes, but Bakaderes are more naive and childish.) Genre: crack, #Save[Various], Reader is as dumb as a rock when it comes to romance - [Various] gets encouraged by their friends (Any group of Blue Lockers of your choice) to finally make a move on Reader (or they encourage themselves with their friends watching). After practice, they finally flirt with Reader. Fairly easy right? Not when your crush is denser than a rock. It's honestly embarrassing to watch.

DENSITY (bllk) !

features: barou shouei. karasu tabito. shidou ryusei.

contents: pining. very fluffy. crack. dense reader. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 karasu. i'm down bad for karasu. shidou is his own warning tbh.

notes: i'm good, how are you? i got lazy and didn't do raichi but i hope i did this the way you wanted, thank you for requesting :))

barou shouei

it was no surprise that barou was incredibly hesitant when it came to romance. he was possibly just as dense as you when it came to the subject.

if it weren't for bachira noticing the way that his gaze would stick to you, how little he shouted in your direction: it would have gone unnoticed. all it took was just a week's worth of constant pestering from his teammates to make him nearly start clawing at the walls.

he was so pissed that they had something to hold over him, someone to torment him with. meanwhile, you were so easily unaffected, it made him question if you even held any affection for him.

but barou is not a doubting man, he doesn't get nervous over something as simple as the idea of being rejected. so, begrudgingly, he ends up walking your way after a long practice: wanting to just get it over with.

a few 'woops' and cheers sound behind him, likely bachira and isagi. he only flips them the birdo over his shoulder before stopping in front of you.

"hey, y/n. go out with me." his voice is slightly rough, eyes narrowed. he may never find himself getting nervous over the most simple things, but barou swears his heart speeds up just slightly.

your eyes widen as your head tilts to the side, brows pinching in confusion. "oh? i'd love to hang out some time! shall we invite the rest of the team and maybe go bowling?" the words nearly have him letting out a shout, eye twitching.

he sighs, gritting his teeth. barou can feel the entire team staring him down, too far away to actually hear the words but still watching. "no, not with those peasants. just us." the man grumbles, the slightest hue of pink rising to the tips of his ears as his eyes hurriedly look off to the side.

then, your eyes widened, a smile crossing your face. "am i getting a surprise for something??" you just sound so damn excited that he can't help but internally groan.

strong hands grab your shoulders, hauling you closer. barou's face is dangerously close, his brows are furrowed and a vein pops out of his forehead. "dammit you moron, i'm hitting on you..!"

"but you're only holding me, not hitting..?" he lets out a loud exasperated shout, turning and storming off while the team watches in awe.

it seems the barou will have to try again another day, he ran out of confidence patience.

karasu tabito

karasu has never been one to have trouble with finding someone, much less with being able to attract them. he was a pretty boy, tall and lean, even had a talent to boot.

but you, you evaded his charms so easily. it made him feel like a damn fool. which leads to him ranting to otoya in the locker rooms after practice.

"i swear man, it's like they don't even see me as a man, ugh..." he trails off with a sigh, eyes closing as his head leans back against the lockers. sweat drips down his face before his eyes open to look back at his friend.

otoya lets out a wicked cackle, amused by his best friend's misery. "then ya gotta do somethin' real bold, make 'em remember!" he offers, smirking as karasu's eyes widen like he had an epiphany.

the taller boy jumps up, shouting a thanks as he rushes out of the locker room. he nearly tumbles over as he skids to a stop in front of you, chest heaving.

karasu backs you up against a wall, eyes narrowing as a smooth smirk splits his pretty pink lips. "wanna get out of here, angel..?" his voice is like honey, thick and sweet.

but you don't even flush, no sense of surprise or nervousness, just that same dumb smile. "are you getting tired of the facility? i'd love to show you around the town at the foot of the mountain!" your words are chipper, but there's no sense of truly understanding what he had actually meant in them.

he swears his heart stops for a moment, eye twitching as his mouth hangs open in shock. but he decides to double down, hands resting against your waist as he leans ever-closer.

"no, but i'm awfully tired of you playing coy..." there's a slight rumble to his voice, convinced you were playing hard-to-get. karasu didn't believe that someone could ever be this dense. especially not with how obvious he's made things.

but you just blink at him, lips parting into an 'o'. he feels his heart stop as he realized you really are just that dumb, he would have to literally spell it out for you.

"i want you, in every sense of the word."

shidou ryusei

ryusei had never been one to falter when chasing the things he wanted. he has never backed down. for the longest time, all he'd desired had been soccer: scoring and winning. but that was until his eyes saw you.

like a predator he found himself observing your every moment, quieter than before. he lingered around you while in blue lock, as if someone would snatch you away.

every goal her scored has pink irises flitting in your directing, a wicked smirk parting his lips when he hears your praises. soccer had never felt so euphoric before.

he begins to crave the feeling, like an addict. ryusei scores goal after goal, getting hits from the little gasps of awe you give him so generously. he finds his cheeks flushed hot pink, eyes nearly rolling back into his head.

it's at that moment he decides he can't stand the thought of ever being without that sensation. so, after practice, only with a few wishes of his failure from rin, he decides to strike.

ryusei finds you easily, as if he was attuned to it. he doesn't introduce himself, just wraps his arms around you from behind, chin propping against your shoulder. "i have never wanted to score anything more than a goal, until you pranced so happily into my life..."

your head tilts back to look at him, a confused look on your face. you show no signs of fluster, expression completely neutral. "thank you?" your voice is perplexed, but still warm.

in that second ryusei realize how much he desires to see your facade crumble. how he wants to see you break and finally realize his intentions. he years to see your face painted in red with wide eyes locked on him: and only him.

and he never loses sight of his goals.

okkotsuus 24

[dannydoesthisthing27]

BAAABE headcanons ✨️

When Baaabe was growing up they didn't understand people

Baaaabe has a neutral resting face, but because of the fact that they're on the taller side, people were often intimidated. This led to them often leaning into the stereotype of tall, scary, and quiet, even though they are one of the kindest souls you could ever meet

Baaaaabe didn't go out growing up despite being invited often because they didn't think people actually wanted to hang out (they've been stood up on dates several times and ended up developing worse trust issues because of it)

Baaaaaabe has a collection of pins that they've been making since early highschool (they have messenger bags and jackets covered in pins and patches)

Baaaabe that hates going on elevators, but had a sprained ankle so they needed to for once, surprised by the man who came in after them talking about burned cabinets?

Baaaaaabe who nearly started crying when the elevator stopped because of course it happened on a day they're already having a bad time with, on an ankle that's throbbing in pain, going on the elevator for the first time in months because they just wanted to take a minute for themselves

Baabe letting the guy that was stuck in there with them pull them to the ground, their normal cool demeanor slipping away under his rough hands holding theirs. A small voice whispering in the back of their mind that they should be stronger, muffled by him guiding them through breathing exercises

Baaaaaabe agreeing to go on a date with him out of genuine curiosity, something that they hadn't done for their own sake in a long time

Baaaabe spending the weekend over at Ashers' place because they wanted to play through the Halo games with him. Them eager to get back into it when his voice pipes up unexpectedly with an "I love you"

Their face practically glowing even though their words were catching in their throat

Babe that was understandably nervous about meeting the pack. Spending almost two hours before hand trying to figure out what they should wear, how formal, how casual was exceptable, what kind of shoes should they wear. Spiraling down the train of thoughts that leads them to picking at their nails and pacing the closet

Asher that saw they were struggling and decided to pick their outfit (one that makes them both comfortable and confident) along with one of his jackets (possessive ass wolves)

Baaaaaaaabe, who got sick the same week they had a big project for work start and felt horrible about it for multiple reasons. Them pulled away from their work by the same rough hands that from the first day have been able to disarm them entirely. Baabe trying to protest his affection because he's even worse than they are when he's sick (whining groaning baaaaabe I'm dying put me out of my misserrryyyyy)

Baaabe who never really made pillowforts growing up, not understanding the appeal at first, more concerned by the fact that all of their (very nice) pillows are now scattered across the living room floor. Them crawling inside after their mates a few remarks coming to mind as they appreciate the view

Them feeling comfortable enough to ask, regardless of his answer, if he would mind shifting. The feeling of his wolf form wrapping around them a familiar comfort and the thump of his tail on the ground next to them a steady rhythm lulling them to sleep as their favorite episode of star trek drones in the background

Baaaabe baking Ashers favorite cookies and ordering in pizza because he'd been working late (cause he's a singer) learning the paper side of the security company. Baabe looking up a few different massage techniques specifically for relaxing the shoulders and neck since that's where their mate carries his tension. Them talking to him while they stradle his back, rubbing his shoulders, something they wouldn't usually do. The words just come easy with him, like most things when it comes to him

(Skipping past the inversion because, like with Angel, there's just too much going on)

Baaaaabe loving an excuse to dress up, eager to use the new lipstick they got to their advantage (Asher with lipstick stains everywhere just picture it 🫠)

Baaabe who while disappointed they can't go out, is still eager for a nice evening with their man. A small warm smile spreading across their face as they see everything he threw together. His crooked smile and smile lines drawing them in like a moth into flames. A fire they'd happily burn in if it meant being closer to him

Baaaaaabe trying to finish up a load of laundry when they hear Asher asking about butter, already mildly concerning since he doesn't cook, so they make their way to the kitchen without much protest for the sake of their cabinets

Them knowing full well that once he got them in there they wouldn't be leaving, regardless of what they said. Baabe listening to Ash ramble about his family with a fond smile. Hanging on every word since they really haven't spent much time around the other Talbots and want to know about the people who raised their mate

(This is as far as audio based headcanons go)

Baaabe collects jars and candles (they make their own candles sometimes)

Baaaaabe is weirdly good at card and board games

Baabe was a psychology student for several years before shifting to business because they decided psychology was better as a hobby, not a profession

Baaaaaabe and Sam both collect music (I've talked about Babe and Sam before their friendship is special to me)

Baaaaabe loves when Ash rambles because his eyes light up in a unique way when he's really invested

Baabe takes Sweetheart out to lunch when their schedules line up

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Unwilling Alpha

Chapter 18

WC 3,486

Masterlist

Warnings ⚠️ swears, abo dynamics, mentions of slave trade, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, fear, manipulation. Falls injury but not severe, hospital, xray, cat scans, I am not a medical professional so ignore any oopsies when it comes to that.

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Half asleep still and confused I felt around the bed. Cold. It had been a while since they left. The confusion quickly led to panic as I sat up, now completely awake and aware. There was nothing in the room besides my few items left out. Nothing to indicate that they were here or were coming back.

Snatching my phone off the nightstand, I looked at the time. Almost lunch. And a text notification. I opened my messages.

I sighed out the panic that had crawled into my chest. The irrational thought of them abandoning me is gone now. I sent a quick text to my bodyguard group chat and swung my legs out of my warm blankets.

Since it was just me, I was allowed to drive myself for the first time. It had been so long since I drove, I was actually nervous to get behind the wheel again, but also giddy. So, with coffee in hand I set the GPS and headed to my boys.

The first thing I did was accidentally pull out in front of someone. I grimaced and waved in apology as they lay on their horn and yelled at me, gesturing wildly. Oops.

I did make it to the arena in one piece eventually. The roads in Melbourne were confusing as hell, even with GPS giving me step my step instructions. I made multiple wrong turns and got lost several more times.

Now, standing in the shadow of the massive arena, I was intimidated. And lost again. I wasn’t sure where to go in at or if they would even let me in. What if security didn’t know who I was?

What would I do then? The boys won’t be able to check their phones very often, I’m sure. And they won’t want to hold up or skip practice for me. They didn’t have a lot of time before the concert to prepare. And this mini tour was kind of a rapid tour as well. To reestablish themselves and assure everyone that they weren’t disbanding.

Maybe I should go back to my hotel room and hang out there for the day. I would be less of a nuisance there and my Omegas will be too busy to feel the separation.

Minjun shoved me gently from behind. “They are expecting you.” He spoke. It was like he was reading my mind and knew I was thinking of leaving. Like he knew my insecurities. Maybe he did. Maybe they were all over my face. Who knows, but I did follow his gesture to a metal set of doors that opened easily when I tested the handle.

The group was working on the spacing for Social Path. Music stopping and starting again as Lino adjusted something, then tried it out.

They were all so focused, they didn’t notice my arrival, but I felt 3x lighter just seeing them. Being close to them again. Even if I itched to reestablish contact too. Seeing them would have to be enough for now. I wasn’t going to disrupt their rhythm and flow.

Instead, I found a stadium seat and started to get my camera all set up. I may miss taking pictures of anything but my Omegas, and the various studios we ended up in, but I wasn’t about to stop taking those photos either. Each new experience with my boys would be immortalized on “film”. Hard copies of our memories together.

Getting the lighting right turned out to be impossible. The lighting crew was testing the lights, so it changed constantly. Being too dark here, then too light. The white balance completely off every time. But this was a challenge I liked. In my photography element and actually knowing what I was doing for the first time in what felt like a long time.

I dodged all the staff buzzing about. Frantically getting things set up for the show. Instead I stayed tucked in little nooks and crannies. Hiding in the spaces no one needed to use.

Binnie spotted me first. “Y/n!” He shouted, hands in the air and running toward me in baby. “You’re here!” He was entirely too loud, voice seeming to echo around the empty arena.

Matching his energy, I reached out to him from right next to the stage. “I am here!” I screamed back.

We awkwardly hugged from the drastically different levels. This stage was at my nose, nearly taller than I was. Even from an odd angle, Bin somehow managed to pull me up onto the stage with minimal effort. It was impressive.

“That was kind of hot, Bin, but I don’t want to get in the way of practice.” I patted his pink cheeks, ignoring the slight dampness left on my hand from sweat.

Ayen leapt onto my back, hanging on for a piggyback ride. I held his slight weight easily. I had held cameras that weighed more, honestly. “You won’t get in the way. Besides, you will get better pictures up here.” He nuzzled his nose behind my ear as he talked.

The rest joined us reconnecting with me by brief touches and not-so-subtle sniffs of my scent. Seungmin kissed my cheek and tweaked my chin gently. Lino patted my ass, looking a mixture of annoyed and tired, but I knew it wasn’t directed at me. He smelled stressed out. I wanted to help him destress, but I knew there was nothing I could do right now. Stress was part of life for them-for all of us now.

“Did you sleep okay after we left?” Seungmin asked. I nodded with a smile. “No nightmares?” He gave me a look warning me not to lie. I shook my head, confirming firmly that I had had no nightmares this morning. “Good.” Seungmin looked pleased and satisfied.

I was oddly proud and happy that I would make him so happy so easily. My metaphorical Alpha tail was wagging, and I hummed with a bright smile.

“Did you get here okay? I made sure to tell security to look out for you so they could tell you where to go.” Channie explained.

“Thankfully, Minjun seemed to know where to go so I got here just fine, thank you. Little rusty on driving though.” I pointed out. I needed to make a pint to drive regularly. Even if it’s just quick trips. There wouldn’t always be drivers to chauffeur us everywhere. And most of the boys had their licenses, but I couldn’t always be a passenger princess. I would go insane. Besides, I like driving. Its meditative. Especially long car rides alone. Nothing but you, the car, the road, and a good playlist as you lost yourself in your thoughts.

“Glad you made it. C’mon, back to work. Ayen, get down.” Lino clapped and ushered everyone back to where they needed to be.

Ayen pouted but slid off my back. I snapped a quick photo of his cute pouting face. Lower lip jutting out and eyes all big and watery. It was just so adorable, even if it did manage to pull at my heartstrings.

They got back to work, and I went back to snapping photos. Ayen was right, the photos were better from up here. And I felt on top of the world. Even with the seats empty it felt like I was the center of attention. It was oddly intimidating.

I was crouched at the very back of the stage, getting pictures of the boys and the arena when it happened. One second Binne and Lino were dancing next to each other-the next there was a loud clank, and the stage floor disappeared under them, sucking them in. It all happened in a single breath and my heart stopped.

Tossing everything aside I sprinted to the hole and my Omegas, who were possibly hurt. “Binnie! Lino!” I screamed as I slid to a stop at the edge of the hole.

A large group of people had all run over to help as well. I sobbed as I looked and saw my Omegas at the bottom of the hole, but moving slowly and carefully. Lino had landed mostly on top of Bin. “Don’t move! Are you okay?” I angrily swiped the tears clouding my vision so I could see my boys.

Ignoring Chan trying to stop me, I jumped down into the hole with Bin and Lino, desperately feeling at them for injuries.

Lino rolled off Bin carefully and they both groaned. “I’m okay, Alpha. Just bruised and shaken.” He promised squeezing my searching fingers.

Bin was a different story. He was cradling his left arm. My hands fluttered over it, looking for a visible injury. “Bin, your arm!” I sniffed.

“I’m okay.” He groaned unconvincingly. “I’m okay, Alpha, I promise. I just hit my head and hurt my arm.” He was careful not to move though.

“Is your arm broken?” Lino asked.

Bin shook his head. “Just a sprain I think.”

There were several people approaching from behind us, from another way under the stage. They were dragging stuff with them.

I spun and growled deep in my chest, warning the strangers not to come any closer to my injured Omegas. The strangers were dangerous and far too close for my liking, making me growl even louder. They weren’t getting to my Omegas; I wouldn’t let them!

The strangers paused, some even looking down and backing away a few steps. The one in front held out a hand, making me growl louder and crouch, ready to attack and defend my injured Omegas.

Bin and Linos’ scents got stronger as they tried to calm me down. I shook it off and focused on the strangers. There was danger here, I needed to be on guard and ready.

Carefully Lino slid a hand over my bicep and moved closer to me-sending more calming scent my way. “Alpha, we are okay. They only want to help.” He spoke slowly, quietly, and gently, avoiding my eyes and almost nuzzling into my neck. “Please let them help.” He begged.

Between the scents and Linos’s touch, I was coming back to myself just enough to recognize the strangers as EMTs. Here to treat injuries. Bin hit his head and hurt his arm. He needed them. They were trained for treating injuries, I was not. I couldn’t help him like they could, but I could let them help him.

I looked at the group of EMTs, struggling against every cell in my body that wanted to give in to my roaring instincts to guard and protect. There were five of them. Too many. “One.” I growled out. I wasn’t able to stop the warning growl completely, not yet. I was still too worked up. But I could handle one of them near my Omegas. I would just watch them very closely.

The EMT in front nodded in agreement and turned to the others to get supplies. I pulled Lino around so I could keep both him and Bin in sight as they were looked over. I was crouched over Bins legs, focused entirely on what was happening.

“Lino, what’s going on?” Chan asked from above us.

Lino was keeping one hand on me to try and keep me grounded. I was thankful for the contact. With my Omega injured, my Alpha instincts were far too close to the surface for me to be able to think straight. I was too raw with worry and fear.

“We are fine. The EMT is going to check us out.” He was being carefully vague on the details in case anyone with bad intentions was listening. Or a camera was recording.

Both Binnie and Lino were still pumpi9ng out calming chemo signals for me, even though they were the injured ones. And I was coming back enough to my senses to recognize them trying to care for me now.

There was a slight commotion above us as the others cleared away anyone not needed so we had privacy. And less people around made me feel better, calmer. More in control of the situation, which also made Lino and Binnie relax.

I took a deep breath to center myself. Me acting like this was only causing my Omegas to stress more. I needed to be calm and in control for them.

The EMT approached slowly, heading to Bin first, since he was the more injured party. Now faking calmness until I could be alone to let my swirling emotions go, I let the Beta approach without even a warning growl. I placed a hand on Binnies thigh, so he knew I was still here for him. I felt his muscles relax under my touch.

The EMT worked slowly, but efficiently. Explaining everything he was going to do before he did it. This was more for my benefit than Bins or Linos. Just like doing the initial checks in the dark under stage area was mostly for my benefit.

Lino checked out okay. Landing on Bin helped save him from injuries. Bin needed an x-ray and CAT scan at the hospital. Which meant either letting Bin out of my sight, or the rest of my Omegas and I really didn’t want to do either.

Bin kept hold of my hand with his uninjured one as we made our way out from under the stage, and he was strapped to a gurney. Lino kept his hand on my lower back. Chan and the others met us at the ambulance.

“Chan, I can’t – he’s hurt.” I struggled to explain why I couldn’t leave Bin, but I knew he would understand, as a leader himself.

Chan nodded and patted my hair. “Go in the ambulance, we will follow. We’ll be right behind you.” He promised.

“His Alphas riding along, make room.” The EMT who looked them over announced to the other in the ambulance.

They must have some kind of training in this because they all jumped into action to make room for me without question or complaint. Giving me the spot closest to him and not trying to separate our linked hands even once. Hyun helped me climb into the vehicle without one handed and the doors closed behind me.

My hurt Omega squeezed my trembling fingers. “I’m okay, Bun.” He whispered with a soft smile as the people around us worked. I kept my focus on him and not the many – too many – people around us.

I shook my head. “You don’t know that. You need tests.” I swallowed and fought to keep my emotions reined in. Now was not the time to let them out.

“That’s just a precaution. I barely even have a headache.”

“It’s a miracle you aren’t more injured! You had a whole person land on you!” It really was a crazy that he didn’t have broken ribs or ruptured organs.

Bin laughed. “We know how to fall to minimize injuries.”

“You shouldn’t have fallen to begin with! Why wasn’t that door properly secured?”

Bin shrugged. “Accidents happen.”

I hummed. I will ask the stage manager later what happened and who was responsible. This carelessness could have caused a serious injury! Someone needed to answer for this, and steps needed to be taken to prevent it from happening ever again.

At the hospital I was allowed as far as the radiation room door. So with a final squeeze and a kiss to his hairline I reluctantly let them take Bin away. Every part of me screaming against it. Against having him out of my sight and out of reach.

I paced just outside the door, listening in case he called for me. I really wanted to take this moment alone to let go. To let myself feel all the emotions I locked up to take proper care of my Omegas. But I was still in public. If someone caught it and my freakout got out it would damage Stray Kids’ reputation. And the scent may leak through the door to Binnie too, making him stressed again. I would have to wait until I was alone for real. Back at the hotel later, safe in my room later tonight.

It felt like Binnie was in radiation for hours before the door finally opened and he was wheeled out, now in a different bed and not the ambulance gurney. As soon as the door opened his eyes were searching for me, hand reaching for me as soon as he saw me.

He was given a large private room where the others were already waiting for us. Without letting go of Bin I reached for Lino, reassuring myself that he was still okay. He let me fuss with a nod of reassurance.

“What did they say, Bin?” I asked turning to tuck him into the hospital bed, careful of his arm and head. He now had an IV in one arm that I hadn’t noticed before with a bag of saline attached to it. “Did they give you anything?” I hadn’t even given him time to answer the first question yet, but the IV distracted me.

“They are waiting for results. And they gave me some pain meds. Nothing too strong.” He answered.

I felt my lips twist, but I kept my thoughts to myself. It didn’t sit right with me that they have my Omega something without telling me, before or after. I had to find out on my own. But he is a grown man and didn’t need my permission. I didn’t own him. It still felt like a betrayal of trust though.

Instead, I focused on fussing over him now. Adding another blanket and fluffing his pillow. I filled his hospital provided cup with ice water and added a straw before handing it to him, watching as he drank a few sips before placing it on the bed table for him.

“Y/N? Felix gently asked, quiet in his concern.

I shook my head. “I’m okay.”

But Bin caught my sleeve. “I’m sorry. I should have had them wait to give me anything.”

“No. You were in pain. And I am not your master.”

“No, you are my Alpha.”

The doctor came in then, in his traditional pristine white coat, carrying a file folder and a clipboard. One or both containing the results from Bins tests.

Thirty minutes of technical doctor mumbo jumbo later and Bin was given a sort of clean bill of health. The cleanest and best we could hope for at least. Bad sprain, impressive bruising, but no concussion or other head injuries. No internal injuries either. He was cleared to continue the concert after resting the rest of today.

The doctors and nurses seemed to ignore my existence until it came time to fill out paperwork. I stared blankly at the offered clipboard as everyone watched and waited.

“He can’t sign himself out of the hospital?” I asked dumbfounded.

The nurse shifted, uncomfortable. “Claimed Omegas need to have their Alpha or Beta sign the paperwork before they can be released.” He explained.

“What if he wasn’t claimed?”

“Then he could sign himself out.”

“That’s the dumbest think I’ve ever heard.” I snatched the clipboard from him and without breaking eye contact, I handed it right to Bin. “He doesn’t need my permission to leave the hospital.”

The nurse pursed his lips in disapproval but accepted the singed paperwork from Bin.

As Hyunjin and Ayen helped Bin get ready to go, Seungmin approached me hesitantly, hiding something behind his back. “What is it, Min?” I was getting nervous, still too on edge.

He brought my camera out from behind him. In all the chaos I had forgotten all about it. When did I set it down?

“We found it on our way to the cars. The lens is broken out and some buttons are missing.” He handed me the camera gently. The lens was completely missing and the casing had cracks. I must have dropped it when my Omegas fell. I never even registered it. “I’m so sorry.”

I opened a hatch on the side and popped out an unharmed memory card. “The memory card isn’t damaged. The pictures are fine. Ill just replace the camera. It’s fine. Thank you, Min.” I was sad to lose the camera. I had cherished it for many years now, but I am more focused on my Omegas right now. They were what was important.

Chan rubbed my back. “We will find a place to fix it.” He promised. I just nodded and smiled at him. There were so few places out there that could fix it, and they were expensive. It would be cheaper to replace it entirely. But I didn’t feel like talking about it now. Now I wanted to get my Omegas back to the hotel and resting properly. I wanted to get back to my hotel room and finally let go so I could properly care for them with a clear head and steady emotions.

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If Sebastian Sallow could curse Garreth Weasley and get away with it, he would.

Unfortunately, after an incident involving Prewett and some misplaced toads, he’s being monitored too closely by staff and students alike. Staff, so that it won’t happen again, and students in the hope that they will see something and gain the prestige of being the ones to tell everyone else about it. It seems to Sebastian as if students of the red-headed Gryffindor variety are out to get him and make his life an absolute miserable living hell, and he is not happy about it.

That weasley red-headed bastard had, once again, created a potion whose effects had gone disastrously wrong. This time, he had convinced her that it would alter her memory for ‘only a day!’, to give her an easier time retaining information so that exams would be easier for her. Their NEWTs are causing the seventh-year students to have periodic nervous breakdowns, and hers had apparently manifested in believing Weasley. Although Sebastian had, time and time again, tried convincing her that it didn’t matter if sometimes they had to go over notes a few times before she truly understood them, she had always had a complex about it. If Sebastian had known that Weasley was going to rope her into being the test subject of his latest experiment, he would have tried to put a stop to it.

Sebastian surreptitiously looks over to the girl at his side.

Her head is bent down, dark hair shining in the late-afternoon sunlight as she quietly reads a book at his side. They’re sitting on the shore of the Black Lake, it’s one of those unusually warm spring days where one could fool themselves into believing it’s already summer, and as he stares down at her Sebastian can’t help but think of what they would normally be up to. Well, normally as of a few weeks ago.

Sebastian hasn’t been able to touch her in two weeks, and he is going mad.

She drags a delicate finger across the words as she reads, her dark lashes fanning out across her cheeks as her eyes follow her finger, plump lips moving slightly as she occasionally whispers the extra-beautiful sounding words to herself.

[mah-t-wordblog]

Inspired on this post

Hehehehehe one more mha fic that no one asked! yes yes YES! Get that one friends 💛💛

7 minutes

Art by me hehe👆

Switch: Mina Ashido, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, Eijiro Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugo

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Ships: NONE (if you want bakugo x Kirishima)

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Bakusquad game night! Today they had chosen an intriguing game, it seemed fun

7 minutes, a more friendly variation of the famous game “seven minutes in heaven” - the rules were simple

All the participants stood in a circle, and spun the bottle among themselves, the first person chosen went to another room (which in this case was the closet in Mina's apartment, where they were gathered this time). Then the other participants spun the bottle again and the chosen person would enter the room too, the second person had the job of trying to tickle the first person until they said the safe word, which was “red” - if the lee didn't say the safe word in 7 minutes the ler lost

“That's stupid” Bakugo rolled his eyes

Mina picked up a bottle and positioned it in the middle of the circle of friends “ah, blasty! Don't say you're scared of losing~”

“Shut the fuck up”

“Ohhhhh sounds fun!” Kirishima exclaimed, the boy was already known for loving to be tickled

“It makes me a little nervous” Denki said, being the most sensitive in the room

“Oh don't worry about it” Sero laughed, giving his friend a little push “we're not going to kill you”

“Let's get on with it!”

Mina shouted the bottle, the moment was pure tension, the bottle spun, spun and spun, stopping in front of…………….. Denki!

“Oh, Shit” The boy laughed, getting up and entering the room.

The fact that he was in a separate room made everything more intriguing. Denki didn't know who his ler would be and that left him with butterflies in his stomach.

Then the closet door opened, and Sero entered with a mischievous smile on his face.

"Hehe, hi~"

"Shit." Denki started laughing nervously.

Sero attacked him, holding his arms close to his body with his tape while running his fingers all over the blonde's body. Denki screamed and laughed. From outside the room, everyone could hear the boy's exaggerated screams, and they knew he wouldn't be able to hold on for another minute...

"REHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHED" he screamed when Sero squeezed his knees.

"Hehe, I won."

The two left the room, one with a look of victory and the other with an exhausted look.

"One more time!"

The bottle spun again, this time Kirishima was chosen, he entered the closet and felt the butterflies in his stomach flutter with the thoughts of who would be his ler

The door opened, and a smiling Bakugo entered, his hands in the shape of claws ready for the attack

“Gotcha, Kiri~”

Kirishima didn't even have time to blush before his friend threw him to the ground to tickle him, scribbling on his ribs

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!”

“Give up! Give up already! You know you can't win~”

It didn't take long for Kirishima to say the safe word, something only Bakugo could make him say

The bottle was spun a few more times

In the next round, the chosen lee was Sero and his ler was Mina, the girl tickled him to scream but couldn't make him say "red" before time ran out, even scribbling on his armpits while saying teasing things like "how cute~", since Sero wasn't that sensitive - the boy left the room with an air of victory for the second time while the girl left completely defeated

Another bottle was spun, Denki was the lee again, nervous, he entered the room, his ler was none other than Bakugo, who jumped straight to the bottom of his knees and made him laugh, giving up in less than one minute

Another round, Mina was the lee and Kirishima the ler, the boy teased her saying she was so cute like that while blowing raspberries on her belly, Mina almost managed to win, giving up with 10 left seconds

Once again! Kirishima was the lee, he entered the room and waited, this time the ler was Denki, who grabbed his body and gave a mega electric shock of tickling! His special attack! Kiri couldn't even hold out half the time, Denki's quirk was simply too good to tickle

“I’m exhausted!” The electric boy said, sitting on the floor next to his friends.

“Are you exhausted?” Kirishima said, taking a deep breath.

“Do you guys want to stop?” Mina asked.

“Hmmm, nope, there’s still someone left to get their much-desired dose of tickling.” Sero smiled at her, pointing shamelessly at Bakugo.

“SHUT UP! It’s not my fault that the bottle didn’t choose me, you stupid extras.” The explosive boy crossed his arms, turning his face away.

However, internally he felt a gigantic desire for that bottle to stop facing him, for him to be someone’s lee, and for him to be able to find an excuse to receive some tickling, which he - even though he hated to admit it - loved.

Mina spun her bottle for the last time, with more force than she should have, which made the bottle spin for much longer, not helping Bakugo at all.

And……………………………. As cliché and obvious as it may seem, yes, the bottle stopped right in front of the explosive boy.

He crossed his arms and made an angry face. “That’s stupid.”

“That’s the rules of the game, blasty~” Denki laughed.

“Fuck, okay.” Bakugo got up and went into the room.

He tried to put an ear to the door to hear what the others were saying, and even if he could hear, no one said his brother’s name, they just laughed. Bakugo heard footsteps approaching the door.

“Hello~” Kirishima- was that Kirishima?

That idiot made the biggest IDIOT face he could make. Bakugo couldn’t tell if his anxiety had lessened because it was Kirishima, or if it had doubled because it was simply Kirishima.

“Come here, Katsuki!”

The redhead dug his fingers right into Bakugo's weak spot, swinging them into his ribs and upper armpits, not staying in the same place for ten seconds.

The blond couldn't take it anymore and lay down on the floor, which only made him more vulnerable, his legs shaking and kicking the air.

"IHIHIHIHIDIHIOT STOHOHOHOHOHOP!"

"Only if you say the magic word~ a hint: it's not please." Kirishima smiled, oh that smile.

He slowly lifted his friend's shirt, gathering air to overcome the biggest raspberry possible, without stopping to scribble on his ribs.

"Give up?"

"NEHEHEHEVEHEHER!" Another raspberry, even bigger

“OK OK REHEHEHEHED”

Kirishima let him go, letting him breathe and then helping him get up

“You’re cute, Kats”

“Shut up, phew”

The two left the room while the others tried to suppress the giggles they let out after hearing the desperate screams of the - evil, serious and super strong - Bakugo

“So who lost?” Kirishima asked, sitting next to his best friend on the floor

“Was there any way you could lose?” Denki exclaimed

“Yes, and let’s all agree that it was obviously you who lost, Pikachu~” Mina smiled

“What? PROOF!”

Sero held out his cell phone, which was counting the time, to him

“50 seconds in the first match, 30 in the second”

“Damn” the electric laughed, making everyone laugh too

Bakugo turned his face to hide the affectionate and involuntary smile he gave

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡

Thanks for reading 💛💛

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC’s Lucien - Flavor Date - English Translation

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

It feels like all my other senses are being fully engaged and heightened by him as well.

As Lucien and I taste the same flavors, my eyes are filled with Lucien, my ears hear only his voice, my nose is enveloped by Lucien's lingering fragrance…

In my heart, there's only Lucien.

Translation under the cut!

[T/N: This date has a theme that is a kind of continuation to his car UR MQ, [On Fire MQ]; So please give it a read if you haven’t! I personally love this date because it’s sort of role reversal for them? I think Lucien truly understands her struggle here because he used to go through the same thing (losing his ability to sense the world around him to some degree) before meeting her :” So he sincerely wants to help her regain them]

[Subbed Video]

[Transcript Ver]

=[Part 1]=

Waiter: We used horseradish cheese sauce and basil pesto in this dish, resulting in sour and spicy flavors. Please enjoy the meal.

The waiter eloquently introduced us to the newly served exquisite dish. Lucien nods and takes a bite.

Lucien: Mm, the sour and spicy flavors make the ingredients themselves taste more refreshing. It's delicious.

Watching Lucien savor the dish so attentively, I also take a bite, my heart full of anticipation.

MC: Uhh…

MC: [unconsciously frowns in disappointment]…ah…

Seeing my slight frown, the waiter immediately becomes a bit nervous.

Waiter: Madam, is there something you're not satisfied with about our dish? Please feel free to share your feedback…

MC: No, no, the flavor is quite good!

I wave my hand, signaling to the waiter that he doesn't need to continue attending to us. After he leaves, I turn to Lucien and let out a long sigh.

Lucien: [chuckles] How did your face turn so sour* while eating?

MC: Ugh, it's all because of my tongue…

Last week, the flu virus spread explosively through the company, and I unfortunately became one of its victims.

By the time I finally managed to break the fever and stop coughing, I discovered I had developed a bit of an "aftereffect."

My sense of taste... has undergone a subtle change.

MC: I can clearly tell that this dish is sour, and that dish is salty, but no matter what I eat, there's no lingering flavor…

MC: Lucien, I finally understand what 'taste like cardboard’ means!

I listlessly poke at the food in front of me with my fork as I speak. Seeing me like this, Lucien can’t resist chuckling.

Lucien: [chuckles] It’s indeed painful for our gourmet Miss MC not to be able to experience the deliciousness of the food.

MC: The pain doesn't stop there.

I can't help but start counting on my fingers, listing them one by one.

MC: You have no idea how expensive and hard to book this private kitchen is!

MC: I booked a month in advance, battling countless scalpers on their app, and finally managed to snag a VIP table for two.

MC: I specifically chose today to celebrate the end of your research project…

MC: Argh, and I was even planning to take you to try out this newly opened specialty cocktail bar after this meal!

Before I can finish my grumbling, Lucien suddenly takes hold of my fingertips.

Under the warm light, his smile is gentle and clear.

Lucien: So, are you regretting the money you spent, the loss of your taste, or the fact that our date isn't going as planned?

MC: You tell me.

I hook my finger around his, pouting justifiably*.

MC: Can the clever Professor Lucien help me think of a way to turn this "tasteless" date into something more "flavorful"?

Lucien tilts his head slightly, pondering seriously for a moment.

Lucien: Then let's change our date plans. After dinner, let's do something that doesn't require a sense of taste.

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[T/N]

Fun fact, him finally reaching the end of his important research project is something that also recently happened in main story SO yeah imo main story and dateverse are indeed connected-

*: Lucien uses the word "苦瓜脸" (bitter melon face - kǔguā liǎn) to teasingly describe her facial expression😂It is a Chinese idiom used to describe someone who looks unhappy or has a sour expression. It implies that her expression resembles the bitter, wrinkled appearance of a bitter melon!

**: The phrase used here is 理直气壮 (lǐ zhí qì zhuàng) which is a Chinese idiom that describes someone confident and assertive, often due to having a strong justification for their actions or words. It literally translates to "reason is straight, spirit is strong.". MC feels wronged because the date doesn’t go as planned, so she assertively challenges Lucien to ‘turn the tasteless date into something flavorful’ and feels justified to do so~

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=[Part 2]=

After leaving the private kitchen, I hand full control of the date over to Lucien with complete peace of mind.

We stroll along the riverside path, petting kittens at pet stores, gathering flowers still damp with evening dew, and finally arriving at a used bookstore.

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MC: Lucien, is this the book you've been looking for?

Lucien: [with a surprised tone] Where?

Lucien takes the old book from my hand and flips through a few pages, his eyes light up noticeably, and a surprised smile appears on the corner of his mouth.

Lucien: [delightful gasps] It really is this one... good thing you have a keen eye; If it were up to me, I'd have definitely missed it.

MC: Heh, I have a keen sense for anything related to you.

I proudly nuzzle against his arm and then lean my head against him.

The bouquet in my arms, the faint scent of ink mingling with the fragrance of Lucien's clothes, all lingered around my nose, drawing a contented sigh from me.

Lucien: [chuckles] What's wrong?

MC: It's nothing. I just suddenly realized that although my sense of taste wasn't indulged today, all my other senses have been thoroughly delighted thanks to your arrangements.

MC: I'm really happy, so I want to cuddle up to you for a bit.

Lucien lowers his head at my words, a hint of smile playing at the corner of his lips.

Lucien: [chuckles, then whispers softly] I'm also very content and happy today, and I don't want to just ‘cuddle’ with you.

I understand the meaning behind his words and deliberately elongate the end of my tone.

MC: [interesting word choice you got there MC] Ah, it's not really appropriate in a bookstore, is it~?

MC: I'm also feeling a bit tired now. Shall we head home?

Lucien: [chuckles] That's just what I was thinking.

I carry the flowers, and Lucien carries the old book as we head home together.

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As soon as I push open the door, I notice a pile of delivery boxes stacked next to the shoe cabinet. Lucien also notices my gaze and starts to explain.

Lucien: They're all your packages.

Lucien: I happened to run into the delivery person on my way out, so I signed for them.

MC: Ah, I don't recall buying anything recently?

Lucien: Hmm… it seems MC was indeed a bit out of it from the fever a few days ago.

Lucien picks up the scissors to open packages, struggling to suppress the laughter in his voice.

Lucien: That night, weren't you a bit out of it from the fever, refusing to go to bed, and ended up watching a bunch of food live streams?

Lucien: [his tone when he imitates the notification sound asjjxjdjdkl] During that time, I heard a lot of ‘ding ding ding, payment successful’.

MC: —I remember now!

Heat rushes to my face in an instant, and I bury my face in my hands, feeling a little embarrassed

MC: …As expected, it was a combination of cravings, impulsive shopping, and a viral invasion that left me with no rationality at all.

Lucien: I actually think it was a good thing that the food livestream distracted you that night, so you didn’t feel so uncomfortable.

Lucien helps me take the snack bags out of the box, then soothingly takes my hand and leads me to the sofa to sit down.

Lucien: Besides, I'm also curious to know if these snacks are as delicious as the live streamers described them to be.

Remembering the live streamers' over-the-top expressions, I also get curious and take the initiative to tear open a bag of sandwich cookies first.

I chew and swallow with the utmost seriousness, but I can still only taste bland saltiness and sweetness.

Seeing my increasingly dejected expression, Lucien is about to offer words of comfort, but I quickly stuff the other sandwich cookie from the bag into his mouth.

Lucien: [confusedly] Um…?

I prop myself up on a pillow, lean closer to Lucien, and wink at him.

MC: Hehe, I want to watch you eat it.

MC: If you think it's delicious, then that means I think it's delicious too.

Mirroring my gesture, Lucien winks back, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows the cookie.

Lucien: [chuckles] So, you want me to be your ’tongue’ then?

MC: Exactly, you describe it, and I'll imagine it; that's not a bad idea either.

MC: Maybe if I keep imagining and imagining, my sense of taste will return as well.

Lucien can't help but smile, his eyes curving with amusement. He leans down and places a kiss on the corner of my lips.

Lucien: [kiss sound] I’ve noticed that a certain little foodie’s resentment towards not being able to enjoy delicious food has become as deep as a black hole.

MC: Haha, it's not that exaggerated…

Lucien: I completely understand how you feel, MC.

Lucien's sigh-like whisper overlaps with my words, swallowing my dry laughter entirely.

He doesn't say anything more, but I know he understands my current frustration and dejection.

I let out a long sigh, then bury my head in his chest affectionately, murmuring softly.

MC: I really want to get my sense of taste back soon…

Lucien: Then, how about we try making a plan to reawaken your taste buds?

MC: What?

Lucien: Taste buds are essentially signal receivers. When they malfunction, your brain also experiences cognitive errors, leading to a decreased sensitivity to taste.

Lucien: The tongue is most sensitive to sweetness first, then saltiness, followed by sourness, and finally bitterness.

MC: What about spiciness?

Lucien: Spiciness is actually a sensation of touch, not taste.

Lucien: How about we try this: starting tomorrow, you taste, and I describe. We can use synesthesia to try and awaken one flavor at a time?

MC: That might actually work. So, which flavor should we start with?

Lucien smiles, then unwraps a toffee candy, holds it between his teeth, and leans towards me.

Lucien: [chuckles, kisses, then whispers hoarsely] …Sweetness.

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=[Part 3]=

Perhaps because I'm looking forward to Lucien's ‘taste buds awakening plan’, I wake up really early without needing an alarm.

I yawn as I drag myself into the bathroom and find that Lucien is also washing up.

Lucien: Good morning. Have you decided where we'll carry out our plan later?

MC: There seems to be a highly-rated dessert shop on Floral Road. My colleagues have recommended it before. Let's go check it out.

I squeeze out some toothpaste and start brushing my teeth, continuing to chat with Lucien with my words slightly muffled.

MC: By the way, I happn to fearch for popular science articles 'bout tafe recobery before going to bed, it said… Lucien! Lucien! (By the way, I happened to look up some science on taste recovery before going to sleep, it said… Lucien! Lucien!)

Startled by my voice, Lucien immediately lifts his head from the towel.

Lucien: Hmm? What's wrong?

MC: I think I can taste a bit of toothpaste!

At this moment, I realize with a mix of delayed comprehension and crystal-clear certainty—my sense of taste seems to be gradually returning!

Lucien is momentarily stunned, then he also breaks into a chuckle.

Lucien: That's great, it seems like this afternoon we should be able to… Mmm.

The rest of his words are cut off as I pounce on him, kissing him. He widens his eyes slightly in surprise, but almost instantly, he happily accepts my lead.

I grasp his arm, and with a sense of satisfaction, I lick my lips.

MC: Did you taste it?

Lucien: Mm, it's the taste of white tea and pomelo.

MC: Right, right! Although it's faint, I can finally distinguish some of them now!

MC: I almost don't want to rinse my mouth.

Lucien's smile deepens as he hands the glass of water to me.

Lucien: Well, this classmate still needs to rinse their mouth. Otherwise, how will you be able to taste the deliciousness that's yet to come?

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Lucien: [teasingly] You look as nervous as if you're about to go to a job interview.

MC: Regaining my sense of taste is a big deal, of course I'm going to take it seriously!

I'm sitting up straight in the dessert shop, looking at Lucien with a serious expression on my face.

MC: On the other hand, does Professor Lucien have the confidence to be a good ‘tongue’ for me?

Lucien raises an eyebrow at me noncommittally, then picks up the menu.

Lucien: Hello, I'd like one macaron, one red velvet cake, one Basque cheesecake, one Napoleon pastry…

I watch Lucien expertly order a mountain of desserts, and I can't help but feel a little guilty.

MC: [worriedly] Wait a minute, can we really eat this much?

Lucien: No need to worry, if you can't finish them, just hand them over to me.

Lucien: Besides, you're still in the recovery phase of your sense of taste. Of course, you need to try as many different flavors of sweetness as possible in order to remember them well.

I nod in partial understanding. Soon, plate after plate of desserts are brought to our table.

Vibrantly colored jams, intricately patterned cream, and delicate little candies…

They are arranged across the table and dessert tower, resembling bright and vibrant gems under the afternoon sun.

Lucien picks up a cupcake and holds it near my lips.

Lucien: [chuckles] You first.

I take a bite of the cake, and the moist, soft texture instantly fills my mouth.

Lucien: How does it taste?

MC: Hmm... It seems like it's light cream with a tart fruit jam?

Lucien: [chuckles] You got most of it right.

MC: Then what's the remaining small part?

Lucien doesn't answer right away. He lightly trails his finger across the frosting on the cupcake.

The fluffy frosting rests on his finger like a tiny cloud. He lowers his eyes and sticks out his tongue, slowly and carefully licking it.

A small amount of the thick and sticky jam escapes the lingering sweep of his tongue, slowly slides down the skin of his knuckles.

Lucien's voice is neither hurried nor slow, each word enunciated with a hint of honeyed sweetness.

Lucien: [why his breathy and husky voice sounds so seductive here-] The cream melts quickly, leaving a slightly fatty, sticky coating on the tip of the tongue, but this sensation is soon overtaken by the sweet and tart flavor of the jam.

Lucien: [x2] In the end, they blend together, creating a gentle and delicate flavor.

Even though I haven't taken a second bite of the cake, Lucien's description makes me involuntarily swallow.

That's the most fundamental desire—known as appetite*.

I don't know why, but I'm suddenly thinking about that deep kiss from this morning.

Looking back, I definitely should have kissed him a few more times.

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[T/N]

Can confirm that MC kiss isn't just a peck on lips because the summary of the date phrase it like this: “顺便也尝了尝许墨嘴里牙膏的味道” (while at it, I was also tasting the toothpaste in his mouth), the text uses "嘴里" (zui li), which literally means "inside the mouth”, and add the fact that she was not just ‘visiting’, but tasting…. the kiss was rather an… intimate exploration🤪

*: the use of 食欲 (appetite; desire for food) is interesting because at first, you would think she was referring to the food (and it IS more commonly used for food), but then instead she thinks back to the kiss they shared that morning.... like, ma'am are you confusing lust with hunger again just like in the qixi AU LOL

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=[Part 4]=

Lucien: [gently] Basque cake is very thick and sticky, not quite like the filling of an egg tart. You can slowly and gently stir it with the tip of your tongue to melt it…

Lucien: The Napoleon pastry from this particular shop is generously filled with almond slices. As they blend with the flaky pastry, you can slowly distinguish their textures and flavors…

MC: The puff pastry is crumbly and buttery, while the almond slices are smooth with a slight chewiness?

Lucien: [chuckles] Well said. Would you like to try the apple pie?

MC: I'd love to!

I take a bite of the apple pie he cut for me, chew carefully, and my eyes widen in surprise.

MC: I can taste it... this apple pie is a bit tastier than the one we had last time!

Lucien: [chuckles] It seems that classmate MC is starting to develop a standard for distinguishing similar flavors?

As Lucien speaks, he takes a bite of the apple pie and nods.

Lucien: Hmm... it does seem like it. I think the difference might be that they added a bit of liquor to the filling, which gives the apples a more fermented flavor. Can you smell it?

I lean closer, my nose twitching slightly. Sure enough, amidst the rich aroma of apples and cream, I catch a faint whiff of alcohol.

MC: There really is a hint of alcohol! How did I not taste it earlier?

Lucien: [chuckles] That means it's time for you to try the next dessert and awaken your taste buds further. Here, have a macaron.

We taste various desserts, and Lucien continuously describes the different textures and aftertastes to me, guiding me to gradually recover my sense of taste.

This ‘awakening plan’ seems to be doing more than just reawakening my sense of taste. It feels like all my other senses are being fully engaged and heightened by him as well.

As Lucien and I taste the same flavors, my eyes are filled with Lucien, my ears hear only his voice, my nose is enveloped by Lucien's lingering fragrance…

In my heart, there's only Lucien.

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Lucien: [chuckles] What are you writing?

After returning home from the dessert shop, I excitedly open my computer and create a new document.

MC: Now that my sense of taste is back, I definitely need to rearrange the gourmet plans that I put on hold over the past couple of days.

MC: It's the first time I've truly felt how much having a sense of taste can enhance happiness!

MC: How about we go for a hot pot this weekend?

MC: It's also time to stimulate my tongue with some salty and spicy flavors!

MC: I know you said spiciness is a pain sensation, but hey, they are all handled by the tongue anyway…

Lucien leans back on the sofa, listening to my chatter, nodding with a warm smile beaming on his face.

Lucien: [chuckles] Only planning for next weekend? I was actually thinking about what we could eat together tomorrow.

MC: Of course, we should also plan for tomorrow! Let me see if there are any good places to eat nearby…

MC: Oh! There's this too!

I lean over and grab those bags of snacks from yesterday, the ones I couldn't taste when I ate them.

Rich cheese, tangy plums, savory dried meat... I savor each snack, one by one, and a feeling of immense happiness wells up in my heart.

MC: Sniffle sniffle… Lucien, those streamers weren't lying! It really is delicious, you should try some too!

I hold out the snacks to Lucien's lips like I did yesterday, but he doesn't open his mouth. Instead, he just looks at me and smiles.

MC: Why the smile? Do you think I'm being too greedy?

Lucien: [gently] Of course not. I just realized there was an idiom I didn't like before, but now I don't feel the same way about it anymore.

MC: Which idiom?

Lucien: "饮食男女" [yǐn shí nán nǚ - literally mean drink, eat, man, woman, it is derived from what Confucius once said, "饮食男女，人之大欲存焉 (Food and sex are the greatest/basic desires of humans) -T/N]

Lucien: Food and sex are the greatest desires of humans. These are the most basic and instinctual impulses of human beings, and there's nothing vulgar about them.

He reaches out and gently wipes the snack crumbs from the corner of my mouth.

Lucien: On the contrary, they're very endearing.

MC: Of course, being able to experience and engage the world through one's nature is a very endearing thing.

MC: And haven't you noticed that your perception of the world is becoming increasingly nuanced, vibrant, and lively?

Lucien: Are you referring to our 'taste bud awakening plan' today?

MC: Far more than that. It's also the text messages you sent me, the photos you took and gave to me, and all our trivial little chats;

MC: We're experiencing the beauty in all the small, ordinary things together. Even if it’s merely a tiny change like adding a bit of alcohol to the apple pie…

I gently nuzzle my cheek against his fingers, which he hasn't yet withdrawn, smiling with contentment and pride.

MC: It's because I'm endearing that you're becoming endearing too.

MC: We're endearing people who enjoy the basic desires of humankind.

Lucien: ….

Lucien is momentarily stunned, and then his narrow eyes suddenly lit up at my words.

His lips open and close, but in the end, no words come out. He just leans toward me slowly.

The atmosphere becomes somewhat suggestive. I realize what he's about to do and quickly cover my mouth, leaning back.

MC: Wait... Not now!

Lucien: [chuckles then asks gently] Why?

MC: I just ate jerky, dried fruits, and cookies, now my mouth tastes like a mess.... So, not now!

I twist my waist, trying to dodge him. Lucien, resigned yet amused, can only straighten back up.

Lucien: [chuckles helplessly] I'll brew you some plain tea then.

Lucien finishes brewing the tea and hands it to me. I accept it a bit awkwardly and sip slowly, regret starting to creep into my heart.

Why am I even bringing up rinsing my mouth? When I was brushing my teeth this morning, wasn't it natural to just pounce and kiss him directly?

Besides, Lucien wouldn't mind if it's me…

Now it's like this, my mouth doesn't taste bad anymore, but kissing has become this serious and stiff affair, like some kind of formal ceremony.

MC: I really…

Lucien: What?

MC: It's nothing, it's nothing. I meant... I finished my drink.

I pull Lucien's arm, then, feeling a bit uncertain, lower my head to huff a breath.

MC: It should be fresh now, right...?

MC: Lucien, why do I feel like I'm starting to doubt my sense of smell again?

Lucien: [whispers] No need to doubt.

Lucien cups my face in his hands, and his scent, like that of green tea, envelops me completely.

In the moment of our intertwined breaths, Lucien personally confirms the answer.

Lucien: [breathes then whispers huskily] Very sweet.

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[Bonus Moments - Dull Interdental Pain]

(this is just so funny I can't resist translating it LMAOO. Man really got toothache from too much sweet he ate for her sake skksks)

Lucien: Sweetness is both a kind of joy and a lingering dull pain.

MC: Have you taken some painkillers? Maybe you should go see a dentist tomorrow QAQ

Lucien replied to MC: Dentists are very scary, I don't dare go alone.

[T/N: it's read: let's go but you have to accompany me *insert pleading pink rabbit xm here*]

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[Afterwords]

HELLO LUCIEN'S COPYWRITERS???? how come you are able to write another banger even for a mere fragrant sunshine ER! There are many things that I like about this date and I'll slowly list them one by one~

Just like car UR MQ, the central theme of this date revolves around fully experiencing the world through your senses and his emotional growth.

How do I put it, but really, loving Lucien is like pulling a god down from his high altar. He begins as an indifferent observer, detached from the warmth of the human world, but with MC's guidance, he learns to immerse himself in it; What's interesting is that this date shows a kind of role reversal for them.

In both the main story and the 'date-verse,' it was Lucien who had lost his senses to fully experience the world, and MC’s presence helped him regain them and learn how to immerse himself in it. In this date, however, the opposite occurs—MC is the one who loses her senses, and Lucien helps her reawaken them.

Lucien genuinely wants to help her because he truly understands her struggle. He went through a similar experience, his senses used to be f*cked up due to the experiments he went through (as confirmed in S2 ch 33), hence hindering his ability to fully experience the world around him. And as I mentioned in his car UR MQ analysis, emotions and senses are linked, so his limited sensory engagement with the world naturally made his emotional perception and expression rather dull and detached.

With MC, Lucien slowly regains his sensory and emotional connection to the world, learning to immerse himself in it. This date is clear proof of his growth. Whether it’s him beginning to appreciate and savor food or finding beauty in the small, everyday things, his perception of the world has become vibrant and alive—no longer dull or detached.

Then there's also his emotional growth. Lucien's words that he didn’t like the idiom "饮食男女" reflect his earlier detachment from human emotions and basic desires. This dislike implied that he thought those things to be mundane or even vulgar aspects of human nature. Perhaps he even used to see himself as above them and wanted humanity to evolve beyond those desires. However, now, he sees these basic human needs in a different light. He now understands that there is nothing vulgar about these instincts—they are part of what makes life meaningful and humanity rather endearing🥺.

Lucien’s growth is a response to MC’s care and love. All of this (his emotional growth, his increasingly nuanced perception of the world) is influenced by MC.

MC: It's because I'm endearing that you're becoming endearing too.

MC: We're endearing people who enjoy the basic desires of humankind.

I like these lines because she basically mirrors Lucien’s earlier use of the idiom "饮食男女" (basic desires of humankind; food and sex). She reflects his words about how these simple, instinctual desires make people endearing. MC’s ability to embrace what makes us human rubs on Lucien, making him more "endearing" as well. I always love how they influence each other throughout the years🥹. Honestly, this date is another win for the writers!

[henrioo]

✦ ── ANYTHING FOR YOU: SHANKS

Part one — Parte two

Child! Shanks x Child! Reader ( x platonic! Edward Newgate)

Synopsis: "A confusing encounter with a red-haired child ends up changing his day completely."

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,6k

Notes: Pronouns should be neutral but because of automatic translation they are masculine, I'm sorry, it was written with a neutral reader in mind. Forgive the bad English too, Google is not one of the best

Revision: @waitingmydemons

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Today would definitely be your day! After weeks of trying to convince your brothers and especially your father, you had managed to get permission to take a tour all alone around the next island the ship stopped. It might seem silly, but living surrounded by men who saw danger in everything made your freedom being compared to one of a bird in a cage. Of course, you were more than grateful for all the effort they put into protecting you, but sometimes you just wanted to run around and play with other kids instead of being followed by famous pirates who scared anyone who came near.

That's why you couldn't hold back the anxiety of finally being able to live a little adventure completely alone! You've prepared very well, choosing fresh clothes that won't get in the way of playing or running, took a purse with a generous amount of money that you collected according to the days and choose the best and most resistant shoes! Everything was perfect, you couldn't even swallow your food during lunch. You were so busy, as soon as the meal was over, you said goodbye to everyone and ran towards the port, excited to explore the place.

Even if walking around and spending money on silly things wasn't exactly the most fun thing in the world, just being able to experience all those new things by yourself and maybe even make a few friends was enough to get you excited. There weren't many young people in Whitebeard's crew, you ended up being the only child and the youngest member which left you a bit alone. Of course no one refused to play with you, Marco and Thatch would spend hours distracting you if that made you happy, the point was that they were adults and eventually needed to take care of their responsibilities, leaving you alone.

Your plan was to buy some candy and maybe find some kids your age to play with, you couldn't wait to get some attention from people who would also like to play. You walked carefree through the big city market, there were countless merchants, mothers, workers, all walking around in their own worlds and duties. You'd eventually stop and look at the fruit, jewelry, or anything else that looked like fun, but you weren't focused on shopping. You were humming absently around, not really caring about your surroundings when you started to hear footsteps approaching.

When you turned around to try to figure out what was going on it was too late, a person collided directly with you but before he could knock you to the ground, he pulled you by the arm away from the main road. You were dragged into an alley and soon a hand covered your mouth, when you regained your senses you could hear more and more footsteps approaching, a crowd running! You frowned in confusion as you listened to what people were saying. "Are you sure you lost them?" You tried to peek down the alley and you could guess they were sailors by their blue and white outfit. "Shit, those little brats! I can't believe they robbed us…" they argued among themselves "Let's keep looking, they can't have gone far".

So when the men walked away you decided to pay attention to the situation you were in. You looked to see who your captors were and came across two… children? The boy holding you had blue hair and a huge red nose, he was holding your mouth while his face had a terrified expression. Next to him was a boy with red hair and a nice hat, he was carrying what looked like a bag of coins and he also looked extremely nervous about being chased. Whoever they were, you knew they'd robbed the sailors, but that didn't mean they weren't a risk to you.

When you were sure the sailors were gone you used all your strength to step on the boy's foot and then bite his hand. You might be small but you weren't harmless, growing up with powerful pirates had taught you a trick or two.

"Ouch! You bit me!" The boy screamed as he held his own hand.

The redhead finally seemed to notice that they'd dragged someone else into the mess and looked at you confused.

"You kidnapped me!" You countered by crossing your arms.

"You kidnapped them?!" The redhead exclaimed looking at his friend in shock.

"They were in the way!" The other tried to defend himself "And you bit me! I was about to let you go!" He was still angry but you didn't care.

"Think before you kidnap me! You're lucky I only bit you, if I told my brothers they would do a lot worse!" You exclaimed proudly of your family.

"Sure, like I'm going to believe a snotty brat" the blue haired one rolled his eyes.

"You called me what?!" You exclaimed with fury as your cheeks burned.

"Snotty brat" he said again with a smirk, looking satisfied with having turned the tables.

The problem was that the boy had underestimated you, one thing you definitely lacked was patience. You learned very early that you shouldn't tolerate offenses against yourself or your family, so you let anger win that fight. You quickly punched the blue-haired boy in the middle of the face, the one who fell on his butt with a scream.

"Buggy!" The red-haired friend screamed and went to help him.

"I'm not snotty!" You said stomping your foot on the floor.

The red-haired boy looked between you and the companion, his gaze showing shock and… fascination? He looked at you like you were a bedtime story hero, someone amazing and you couldn't understand. Shouldn't he be angry? You had just hit his colleague and he seemed fascinated by it?

"Wow…" he exclaimed looking you up and down.

"Humpf! Idiot" you said without patience and then you turned to leave the alley "You're lucky I won't tell my brothers, Marco would finish you off" you said and then left the place ignoring the red haired boy who kept calling you .

You were nervous and frustrated that visit to the city had not gone as you planned, so you decided to go back to the ship earlier. Luckily you would stay a few days in that place, there would be other opportunities to explore and meet kind and fun children, no more children who irritated you. It wasn't long after returning to shore that the crew set up a small camp to store the new supplies while the ship was refueled. There, you found Marco fiddling with some papers and further away you could see his father giving orders to some other members.

You sat with a sulky face while eating a candy you bought in town, Marco looked at you curiously and approached with a characteristic smile.

"What's wrong birdie-yoi?" He smiled and sat down next to you.

"I… I met some annoying kids" you decided it was better to omit what had happened, as much as you wanted revenge, you understood that the confusion had been a misunderstanding and you didn't want your siblings worrying about something so silly.

"Wasn't that fun?" He nodded when he saw you deny it. "Don't worry, you can still meet other kids in the next few days" he smiled trying to calm you down "And if nobody wants to play with you, let's get Visa and Jozu and have a tea party, how about that?" He offered, knowing you were always happiest spending time with your brothers.

"Promise?" You looked at him sullenly.

"On my honor" he smiled as he saw you clearly getting more excited about the idea.

After a little chat, Marco had to get back to work and you decided not to bother him anymore. So to distract yourself until dinner time you decided to walk along the nearby beach and look for some shells to collect, you were still thinking about the boys from before, especially the redhead. He was looking at you with so much emotion that you couldn't help but feel your stomach churning, no one had ever looked at you like that… It was so weird and it made you so confused, what was that? Some noises in the nearby forest caught your attention, being curious that you were, so it didn't take long to approach and look for who was there.

"It 's you!" You said in recognition of seeing the red hair from before.

"Shhhh!" He asked for silence and you covered your mouth, looking around for any threat "Are your brothers here?" he asked quietly.

"They're over there…" you pointed into the distance and he seemed to agree silently "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk to you again" he admitted looking at the floor, his cheeks were slightly pink and you felt your body getting warm.

"Why?" You asked timidly.

"Because your punch was super cool!" His eyes sparkled "You hit Buggy right on!"

"Is he not your friend?" You asked confused.

"He is… But you were just defending yourself! He shouldn't have called you snotty… You're not snotty, you're too cute to be!" He confidently admitted.

"Do you think I'm cute?" Your cheeks were now on fire.

"I do…" he smiled shyly "I'm Shanks, what's your name?" He approached.

"(Y/n)" you smiled.

"Cool, I didn't know Whitebeard had someone in the crew with my age"

"How do you know I’m in the Whitebeard’s crew?”

"You said you had a brother named Marco, I know him! And my captain said Whitebeard was in town, so that had to be it," he said with pride in his little investigation.

"Your captain? Are you a pirate too?" You were curious now.

"Yes! I'm from the Roger Pirates!" he exclaimed with pride.

That's when your face became sad... You had heard about this crew countless times, all your life you grew up hearing that they were your father's main enemies and that you could not, under any circumstances, approach them.

"I shouldn't be talking to you!" You finally realized and tried to run, but Shanks was quick and grabbed you.

"Wait! Please! I don't want to hurt you!" He begged as he held her wrist gently but firmly.

"How can I trust you? You kidnapped me this morning! And we are sworn enemies!" You snorted.

"But I don't want to be your enemy…"

"You don't?" You let your emotions get the best of you.

"No… I… I want to be your boyfriend!" He declared with fire in his eyes.

"Boyfriend!?" You stuttered in shock, your face was hot and probably red, your eyes were wide in shock.

"Yes! You're super strong and cute!" He said without a care and then let go of your hand "Unless you didn't like me…"

"No! I did like you…!" You admitted with embarrassment "But… I never had a boyfriend… What do they do?"

"They… They" he stammered in embarrassment "They hold hands… Kiss on the cheek and go on dates!" He said with embarrassment.

"Oh!" You exclaimed with as much embarrassment as he was. You thought about holding Shanks hands and your stomach started to turn, it would also be really cool to be able to play with him.

"It's cool, isn't it? We can be sweethearts!" He tried to convince you.

"(Y/n)?! Where are you? It's getting dark and we should go back to the ship" You heard your father's voice approaching.

"Shanks?! Where are you?!" Another unknown voice came from the middle of the forest.

Before you could run away the fearsome encounter took place, behind you was your father and behind Shanks must have been the much talked about Roger, his captain. You both widened your eyes in terror when you realized what was happening, but you didn't dare open your mouth to try to explain.

"Roger"

"Newgate"

"Can you explain why your brat is talking to my child?" He quickly put a hand on your shoulder and pulled you back.

"Good question, what's up Shanks? Did you come here to talk to the old man?" The captain chuckled, he didn't seem to be mad at Shanks at all.

"I… Well…" the boy mumbled incoherently with embarrassment.

"Did he do something to you?" Your father asked, looking at you calmly, he didn't seem mad at you at all, which calmed you down a bit.

"No…" you mumbled shyly and grabbed his leg.

"Hm, maybe they just met and had a chat" Roger theorized "Or are they secretly flirting, huh Shanks? You naughty, came for the riskiest one" the man teased.

"Don't talk nonsense Roger, (y/n) can't date you, brat" His father said as if that was nonsense.

"I can't?" You asked with some sadness in your voice.

"They can’t?" It was Shanks's turn to look sadly at his captain.

The two men stared at each other in shock, they seemed to slowly understand what was going on between the two of you.

"Don't tell me… Did you like this piece of junk?" your father asked in shock and nervousness.

"Hey! No need to offend other people's children!" Roger defended "Shanks isn't that bad… He's just… He" the man shrugged.

"Like you understand" Edward rolled his eyes.

"Come on, we were young once!" Roger laughed "Let the kids date and have some fun, nothing bad will come of it"

"No" Edward gave the final verdict, but when he felt you pulling his pants and making your huge lost puppy eyes with tears threatening to fall he started to rethink the idea "(y/n)..."

"Please?" You asked "I promise I'll help more often in the kitchen if you let me..." you tried to bargain, you liked Shanks, you didn't want to be banned from dating him, even if you didn't know exactly what boyfriends did.

"Heavens… Who knew having kids would be like this…" He sighed tiredly "You guys can date" Shanks smiled "With some conditions!"

"Conditions? That's not fair!" He huffed angrily.

"Calm down little one, he's the father, he has the right to decide that, you have to earn trust and permission" Roger said quickly, Shanks seemed more resigned.

"First you need to grow up a bit, I can step on you now and I won't let such a small and young brat date my child!" he said quickly.

"Uhum!" The redhead's eyes sparkled.

"Second, you need to be strong! I will not tolerate a weakling having my child as a partner, you need to be able to face me without fear to have their hand"

"Yes! I'm going to be really strong!" He smiled looking at you and you looked away shyly.

"And finally, when you have those two things, the most important one" Shanks listened attentively "You need their acceptance" your father put his hand on your head "If you have both requirements and my child still loves you then I won't be the one going to stop you" he chuckled.

You smiled happily as you looked at Shanks who also looked confident.

"You'll see old man! I'm going to marry them!" He proclaimed with pride.

Roger just laughed praising his apprentice while your father looked frustrated and stroked your hair. You smiled thinking about how cool it would be to have Shanks as your boyfriend, you really didn't see the time to be able to be with him.

Continue...

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Notes: I hope you enjoyed! There will be a part two showing what happened to them as adults, if you can leave what you think it will motivate me a lot because I'm new here! If you want to ask for something feel free! I'll make the best imagines I can, thanks for the support and see you soon

[481mclarg]

Drunk together. | LN4

★ Let's get drunk together so I can kiss you and blame it on the vodka.

FANFIC + SMAU « Eng & Esp »

Lando Norris x Male!Oc Former Rider

« K » We are near the end... D:

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★ Chapters: One. | Two. | Three. | Four. | Five. | Six. | Seven. | Eight. ★

[ 🗺; 🇲🇨 ] Mónaco.

[ 🗓 ] 25 Jan. 2026

          Ezequiel felt his heart in his mouth. He was afraid to ring the doorbell, although he doubted that standing at the door of the building would help him.

          People had talked a lot about them, with their theories and photos accompanying the rumors. He was afraid that Lando had invited him to his department in Monaco just to tell him that he didn't want those rumors to continue. Let them not see each other again to let people forget that at some point, something happened between them.

          Instantly, Sacha's voice telling him to go talk to Norris before assuming anything scolded him.

          He rang the bell. There was no turning back.

          —Eze. —Their hearts betrayed them again. An accelerated pace, blushing their cheeks, curling their lips without them being able to do anything to stop it.

          —Lan. —hearing his nickname coming from his mouth gave him some peace of mind.

          In the elevator, they were quiet, nervous, but a little less afraid. Lando, with his hands behind his back, leaning against the metal wall, swaying in place, Ezequiel, with his hands clasped in front, playing with his thumbs, waiting impatiently.

          When they were sitting on the couch in the living room, the situation was not very different, with both of them shifting in their places.

          —Sorry for leaving suddenly. —he began before Norris said anything. —I- I was scared. —he confessed, going on to explain his concern with his work, with someone on his team saying something to the press and it affecting him. His fear of continuing to develop their relationship and that he would lose his seat in Formula One because of him.

          The one with curls tried to let him talk, but when he saw that he was starting to get tangled, he just decided to get his attention again.

          He thought about what would be the best way to silence him, and his only response was:

          —¿Eh-? —Norris laughed. —You kiss me...? —

          —Yeah. —He nodded, still holding the older man's face in his hands. God, he had missed him. —They can fuck themselves, Eze. I don't really care. I want you. —

          —But‐ Oh my God... —He placed his hands on the British's hands. —Am I dreaming? —he asked almost with fear.

          —No, I don't think so. —He laughed before Torres asked him for a second kiss, which he granted without hesitation.

          If McLaren or the FIA ​​were to put any kind of obstacle in his life and career by choosing Ezequiel, he would be sad, but he would never regret it. Lose him again? No. Now that he had him in his arms again, after months of missing his presence, he wouldn't let anything or anyone take them away.

          Everything had happened too quickly, and they knew that now they had to work on communication and the time they could dedicate to the relationship, but they would do it, and together.

          Lando couldn't stop repeating how much he missed him, how afraid he was that he would never see him again, that he wouldn't even want to write to him. Ezequiel laughed, answering that he had thought the same thing.

          «I want us to try it. I want to make us work» Norris could get those words tattooed, along with the date. It was one of the happiest days of his life.

481MCLARG | 20 . 01 . 2025 | CORREGIDO

[ctheathy]

*whisper* I missed you fawning over Banzai’s fingerssss~

U can delete this if u want lol

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⚠️ Suggestive themes warning ⚠️

You could feel the fur of his tails tickling against your skin as you had a tight grip on his wrists. His tails swayed excitedly in your face, caressing your cheeks as he had a smug grin on his face. “You look so cute when you're on top of me, my dear~”

“You are so beautiful. I swear you're the reason why the sun shines in the sky, the reason why the flowers bloom every spring, and why the oceans are calm.... You are far better than the heavens themselves. You're so gorgeous.”

damn flirt. Without mercy, you just shoved him right back into the bedsheets as soon as he tried to get up from his position to get a better look at you, making him let out a grunt with a big blush on his face, still having that shit-eating smirk.

He bit at his lower lip as soon as his head got pushed back into the softness of the sheets, his breathing seeming to get a whole lot more heavier by that simple act alone. “Please... Please... Completely destroy my body, ruin me... I'm yours” he spoke in between pants, he was already getting one heck of an arousal by your dominating nature. You raised an eyebrow as you saw him biting away at his lips to try and keep himself from losing himself, but you weren't having any of his petty attempts. He's gotta learn the consequences of teasing you with those stupid fingers of his.

You leaned in, your warm breath teasing him as you whispered something in his ears, making them twitch. “I’ll show you the definition of destroyed...~” you seductively spoke before you nicked his ear with your teeth, holding it for a bit before allowing it to slip once more. The act making some of your saliva to get in contact with his fur, making him shudder in a pleasant way. His breath was only getting more severe as you went on and he was turning a little in your grasp, but you had no intent on letting go. And honestly? Neither did he want you to, as he kept himself down like an obedient, submissive little partner

Your fingers ran over his fragile frame and every nerve in his body just seemed to be so very sensitive. He shivered with every little move you made on him, his breath hitching in his throat as his body was on high alert due to everything you were doing. The next time he looked up, you were almost on top of him once again as your noses were practically touching. Not like he minded, he had found the position and being able to examine your features like this quite pleasant. He spoke out your name, a bit breathless right about now.

“you are truly the God that walked down from mount Olympus. No other being can compare to you. You own my heart and my life, you own me. You are going to have me wrapped around your finger for eternity. You are a Deity worthy of worship. You are my master. My everything... Say ‘I love you’ or I'll die from the pain.”

He was quite literally ranting as he was panting like a dog, his eyes growing more and more into one of pure love the longer he looked at you. His body trembles with the intense longing for your touch, but you still resist and instead continue to stare at his frame. His body is literally quivering right now, as if begging for more. But Tails just can't find the words to ask. He wants to tell you how much he desires you, but he's just way too nervous. He's just left with his panting breaths. “Please... don't stop...p-please”

You leaned in once more, nibbling at the crook of his neck as you pressed your index finger into his throat. Slowly adding more pressure onto it and making him squirm lightly under you. But he still had that huge grin plastered on his face, making it pretty obvious that he was getting a thrill out of this. Tails lets out a long, satisfied moan as he wraps his hands around your neck. He is letting you fully take control of the situation and he looks so ready to let you decide where to go from here.

Your free fingers caressed him all over, all while your mouth was still teasing his neck with all your might. You made sure to give him breaks by allowing your index finger to cease pressure at times. But every time, he clung back onto your hand and pressed it right back down. Every time you stopped it felt like he was dying, like that was his one chance to feel happiness again... it felt so unfair! It was so cruel of you to tease him like this... and yet ...he loved it. He felt every inch of you marking his neck, giving him all of your love and attention. That spot on his neck was forever imprinted in his memory. Tails is still panting, trying to maintain his thoughts. He feels incredibly overwhelmed with emotions right now due to just your presence alone, but now it seems like he is going to get even more. His head starts to get light as he doesn't even try fighting back anymore. He seems to be on the verge of completely submitting himself to you.

“No... no... please, not more. Just a little more, I beg for the love of god. I can't take more of this. Oh god, oh god. Yes, yes, yes.”

His sharp teeth bite away at his lower lip as he stares at you with wide eyes. He was now completely in the moment as he felt an explosion of pleasure course through his body. He wanted this moment to never end. He was going to make this moment last as long as possible. Every single part of his body seemed to be at attention and all thoughts were thrown out the window as he felt every cell in his body become excited. Tails’ mouth opens again as he lets out yet another moan of the sensation while feeling your touch. It's almost as if the man would do whatever you told him to do... just for a little more of your touch. He could see your eyes piercing through his soul, his eyes darting back and forth in an attempt to maintain eye contact with you in the midst of all the pleasure. You gave him an intimate kiss on the lips as you pressed down your finger once more, your fingertips teasing him by stroking him right under the neck. All while still being pinned down by you, it was too much...

But he wanted this.

Tails’ eyes roll in the back of his head as a pleasant and warm sensation of pleasure radiates throughout his entire body. He wraps his arms around you and returns the sensation. His lips find yours and he gives you a loving and meaningful smooch. Despite having an audience, he wanted to stay like this for eternity. He was content and for the first time in years, he felt at peace.

He loved you ...

[cyberpunkgyu]

20cm - C.BG

pairing: bestfriend beomgyu x reader

genre: fluff, idiots to lovers

warnings: none!

☆…━━━━━·:*☆…━━━━━·:*☆…━━━━━·:*☆

“must be nice to be in a relationship.” you muttered under your breath, your palm holding your head as you scanned your surroundings, watching couples chatting among themselves at the park. you both were under a big tree, luckily being able to take the spot before anyone else, wanting to stay at a shady spot. you both were already sweaty from all the walking you both did, needing to cool down from that.

the long haired boy snorted next to you as he slurped on his instant noodles that you both got from a nearby convenient store, along with other food that was spread out over your plaid blanket that beomgyu brought. “not really.” he mumbled as he chewed on his noodles before grabbing a boneless fried chicken with his chopsticks, holding it up near your lips.

you raised your eyebrows before opening your mouth, chewing on the chicken. you stared at beomgyu, who is busy eating as if he hasn’t eaten in a week, tilting your head at his response. “and why is that? don’t you want to feel butterflies in your stomach? go on dates with your special someone…” you kept rambling, feeling jealous of those couples that surrounded the both of you.

yes, you did like being single, but you also want to feel having someone there for you. giving you kisses and hugs anytime and anywhere. being able to go on dates and hold hands. you definitely want to feel those butterflies in your stomach that you hear about (and by watching romantic dramas).

you’ve never had a boyfriend, and you’re not surprised why, you don’t really socialize with new people and often just hangs out with people in your small circle of friends.

beomgyu felt his heart flutter as he admires you, listening to every word you say. he just wish he could kiss you right there, as you pouted. he knows he is selfish, not wanting to you to be in a relationship. he just wants to keep you to himself, protect and take care of you.

he always flirts with you, which you were already used to. that was normal for him to do. complimenting your appearance, hyping you up whenever you did good on your tests, picking you up before school and dropping you off at home, and the list goes on.

well, why doesn’t he just confess? because he didn’t want to risk anything. he was scared.

you two had been best friends since forever, and confessing can put all those yours of friendship into nothing, and he didn’t want that. he would rather suffer, which he has experienced throughout the years, which happens whenever you tell him about your crushes, watching you giggling and blushing over them.

“well, you have me.” he blurted out, making your cheeks heat up at the sudden comment. you felt yourself swallow, causing a crumb slide down your throat, making you cough harshly.

beomgyu quickly placed his ramen on the blanket, his eyes widening, “yah, this is why you need to chew slowly.” he scolded, grabbing your water flask, holding it up for you. grabbing it, you gulped down, your throat slightly burning from the stupid crumb that slid down.

“are you okay?” you watched him lean forward, closer to you, his face full of concern. “how could you say that so easily…” you muttered under your breath, clearing your throat.

both of you got quiet for a minute, staring at each other, which is definitely not something friends usually do. the way beomgyu looks at you so softly, and he looked so precious.

his eyes shifted from your eyes down to your lips, then back up to your eyes again. you felt your heart skip a beat as you noticed, licking your bottom lip.

“i want to kiss you.” you felt yourself stop breathing for a second as the boy in front of you blurted out. uhh.. what? did you hear that correctly?

“aha, fuck, i didn’t mean to say that out loud.” you can see the panic in his eyes, covering it with a nervous laugh. beomgyu suddenly felt his throat dry up, surprised at what he just said out loud. fucking motor mouth. you really can’t shut up huh?

you cheeks heats up at his sudden confession, hearing your heartbeat through your ears.

“then kiss me.” you confidently said, feeling yourself lean closer towards the boy. his eyes widened even more before a smile slowly creeped up, feeling himself leaning forward.

as you closed your eyes, you waited for the boy to kiss you but seconds turned into a minute, leaving you confused. slowly opening your eyes, you see beomgyu who’s eyes were closed, being licked by a random dog -that came out of no where- on his mouth.

you stifle a laugh, covering your mouth as you watch the boy furrowing his eyebrows, feeling uncomfortable of how much tongue he thought you were using.

“oh my gosh, i apologize! coco come!” the owner of the dog startled beomgyu, shocked consumed his body, watching the dog run back to its owner.

laughing loudly, you held your stomach, not being able to control your laughter. “oh my gosh! your face! how come you didn’t realize!”

“ah, gross! i don’t know!” he whines, grabbing some tissues, rubbing it onto his lips. “why the hell didn’t you say anything!” his lips pouting as he whined, now crossing his arms.

you kept laughing, making your stomach hurt. beomgyu’s pout then turned into a mischievous smile after a thought popped in his head of his, slowly scooting towards you, making you halt. “what is it?”

you soon figured out what the boy was about to do when he puckered his lips towards you, making you squeal. “nooo!” you let out a screech, stumbling as you stood up and began running away from the beomgyu.

“yah! come here!” you hear him running behind you, both of you, “you told me i can kiss you!”

“i take it back!” the both of you kept running around, making the two old couple sitting by the bench from a distance smile at one another. “oh, young love.”

the old man held his wife’s hand in his, a cute smile on his face. “that was just like us when we were young.”

“mmh. i hope they’ll stay together for a long time, they look so cute.”