#oh and the dream also featured me trying to get back to my old home in el salvador but not being able to

[rachelchinouriris]

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[wongyuseokie]

Tall Hot Boyfie and His Tall Hot Friend | k.m.g | k.s.w

Summary: Your boyfriend has been neglecting you for long enough, and you decide to take things into your own hands. Is it your fault that your boyfriend’s very attractive colleague is there the night you decide to do so? 

☆ 18+ minors dni |☀︎fluff | ♕ smut | ♥ completed works

Word Count: 2106 words

Pairings: Kim Mingyu x Female Reader x Kim Seokwoo (Rowoon) x Female Reader

Genre/Trope(s)/AUs: PWP, smut

Content Warnings: Mentions of alcohol 

Smut Warnings: Kissing, threesome, oral sex (f receiving), finger, rough sex (sorta), squirting, overstimulation, cum eating, very, very brief m x m. Spanking, like once, dirty talk. 

Authors Note 1: Thank you so much to @hwasangelbaby for beta'ing this 💕 Authors Note 2: Look, wbk how bad I am down for Mingyu, but Rowoon--I blame Tomorrow and Destined For You, and in general my love for tall hot men. So this fic happened. Also, I repurposed an old fic to make this heh.

Tagging a few lovlies: @dejavernon, @gyuwoncheol @smileysuh @duhnova @kmgkmg

Cross Posted on AO3

© wongyuseokie 2023. All rights reserved.

It was the fourth night in a row when your boyfriend cancelled on you at the last minute. You couldn't be too mad either, being the CEO of the most prestigious banks in Seoul. Kim Seokwoo had a lot of work, and while you usually were patient, you had run out. 

Aside from merely missing dates, he last touched you nearly two weeks ago. Every night he got home, you wanted nothing more than to ask him to fuck you and make you beg for more, scream his name and shiver from overstimulation. 

Except he looked so exhausted from work you couldn't bring yourself to ask him to fuck you senseless. 

“Baby girl, not now. Daddy's too tired” was the same response you'd been getting for at least two weeks. 

You'd been patient, but two weeks was too long, and you needed him. You were done being understanding. You needed him and needed him now, and you weren't taking no for an answer. 

You even offered to take care of him, you just wanted to touch him and sink to your knees and take his cock in your mouth and make him cum, but he shook off your advances. 

“Yes, Mr. Kim, I understand what you're saying, but it's just getting ridiculous that I must explain to the board why I'm making decisions. I'm the fucking CEO.” You heard Seokwoo bellow downstairs. 

Your curiosity got the better of you, and you went downstairs to the living room, where you saw your boyfriend wearing a black suit with his sleeves rolled up and exposing his tanned and toned arms. 

His tie was loosened and just dangling loosely around his neck. You shook your head; you came downstairs to find out what your boyfriend had so worked up. Instead, his appearance got you flustered. 

“Listen to me. Your arrogance is why the board doesn't trust you. Yes, you are the CEO, but you cannot ignore the presence of the board. They are there to help you.” The voice belonged to a man you could only describe as ungodly handsome. His stern gaze and delicate features made you swoon. 

You were a loyal girlfriend, and no one could ever doubt it. You and Seokwoo had your indulgences, and a threesome was on the list of things you both wanted to try yet never had an opportunity to do so, and this beautiful man in front of you was making your head swirl and fueling your wildest dreams. 

The thought of your boyfriend fucking you, making you beg, and while you were sucking off this handsome stranger's cock, made you feel lightheaded. 

“Mingyu-” Seokwoo started to say.

Oh wow, a beautiful name for a handsome man, you thought. 

“Listen, take a break. We can discuss this; let's have a drink. The three of us discuss this calmly.” Mingyu stated calmly, and you realised you had been noticed. 

“Three of us?” Seokwoo questions, keeping his back to you. 

“I believe that is your beautiful girlfriend; you talk about her a lot. It wasn't hard to identify her.” Mingyu casually said. His confidence and calmness stirred something in you. 

“Baby? You know better than to interrupt my meetings,” Seokwoo said sternly, his eyebrow cocking as he expressed his displeasure at you interrupting your meeting. 

Typically, you would apologise and accept your punishment later on. 

Not tonight. 

You didn't know whether it was the lack of intimacy, the handsome stranger or your boyfriend, but you would not be a good girl. You weren't going to behave. You were going to be a brat, and fuck, if Mingyu wanted to watch or join, he could. 

“And you know better than to leave your girlfriend alone for two weeks and not touch her,” you stated calmly and confidently. 

Both men looked shocked for a split second. Seokwoo recovered with a gaze that you only saw when you disobeyed him. Mingyu, on the other hand, got up from his relaxed position on the sofa and extended a hand out to you. 

“Hyung, do I need to teach you everything? I understand you see me as your advisor, but I thought you were more than capable of caring for your lady?” Mingyu teased as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

You were at a loss for words but kept a poker face. Seokwoo, on the other hand, got visibly more annoyed, his jaw clenched.

“Mingyu, I can take care of her just fine.” He spoke back, gritting his teeth. 

“Really? Is that why I haven't had your dick inside me for the last two weeks? Is that why your baby girl had to use her fingers to cum?” You responded while smirking. You didn't know where this newfound sense of boldness came from, but god, did you love it. 

“I believe Mingyu said we should all drink together, so let's do that. It's the least you can do for not fucking me, Daddy,” you said, making Seokwoo hiss in annoyance. 

“Wow! Hyung, you got yourself a bratty one, didn't you?” He laughed and turned his attention to you. 

“Tell me, pretty girl, what's your poison?”

“Whiskey neat,” you responded.

“Hyung, you heard the pretty lady. Get us all a drink, and we can talk about how we can fix several issues,” Mingyu suggested. 

Seokwoo stayed still. He was getting angrier by the minute, but the way you were acting also had his trousers getting tighter, and he wanted nothing more than to put you on your hands and knees and fuck you until you cried his name. 

“Daddy, please, your baby is thirsty. Don't worry, Mingyu can keep me company in the meantime,” you say as you sit on the sofa. Mingyu follows you and sits beside you, still holding your hand. 

Seokwoo growled, and that growl shot straight to your core and instantly started soaking your panties. You rubbed your thighs together in a feeble attempt to relieve yourself. 

The action didn't go unnoticed by either man. Seokwoo responded to your pathetic attempts by walking into the kitchen to grab the drinks while Mingyu slowly stroked your thigh. 

“Baby, don't think I didn't notice you. You got wet from a growl. You are a dirty little whore,” Mingyu praised calmly, smirking. Your arousal and his words had you so confused yet wanting to know more. 

“Hyung, you were right,” Mingyu exclaimed as your boyfriend returned from the kitchen with the drinks in his hand. 

You were so confused.

“What did I tell you? She is a dirty slut. Look at her. She saw her boyfriend and another handsome man, and she's a mess,” Your boyfriend spat, making you whimper.

Feigning innocence, you meekly said, “Seokwoo?” 

Seokwoo glared at you, downed his drink, yanked you out of Mingyu’s arms and placed you on the floor. He leaned down to you, his hot breath fanning your face, and at this point, you were sure your arousal was dripping onto the floor. 

“Baby, you're so needy, and I was going to take care of you tonight, but you couldn't listen and wait. So, whores like you deserve to be punished,” Seokwoo taunted, and your mind was hazy with arousal yet going wild with fantasies. 

As if reading your mind, Seokwoo moved back onto the sofa, grabbed Mingyu by his neck, and kissed his jaw.

“Daddy, please,” you whimpered. 

“Jealous?” Seokwoo taunted, making you whine, and both men scoffed at you, not paying you any attention. You felt so desperate you needed something. You removed your shirt, undid your shorts, and discarded your bra and underwear. You spread your legs and started circling your clit. 

“Daddy, please fuck me,” you let out a soft whimper as you begged,  this time, both men noticed, and neither was impressed. 

“Baby girl, because we have a guest, I won't punish you,” Seokwoo said calmly. He extended his arm out to you, and you grabbed onto it. Seokwoo sat you down between both of them. The position made you giddy, and you couldn't stop squirming. 

“Hyung, let's put the poor girl out of her misery, shall we?” Mingyu suggested as he rose from his seat and started discarding his clothes.

You started drooling when you saw his cock, it was large and thick and curved slightly, and you knew it would hit you in all the right places. 

“Look at her, Hyung. She's already drooling for my cock. Do you want it, pretty girl? My cock in your mouth?” Mingyu teased, and you shook your head furiously, your words failing you. 

At this moment, Seokwoo stood up and stripped himself from the four years of being together. You could never tire of the sight of your boyfriend naked. 

Both men, now naked, took their positions back on the sofa, only this time Mingyu sat slightly far away from you and pushed you back so you were leaning on Seokwoo’s chest. You felt Seokwoo get hard under you, and the thought of it made you tremble. 

Mingyu snaked his large hand down to your breast, slowly rubbing and pinching the nipple. His hands trailed down further to reach your pussy; he teased you. 

Mingyu’s fingers were ghosting your clit and entrance. He finally showed mercy and slid a long finger into your wet pussy. 

“Fuck pretty, so fucking wet,” Mingyu praised as he moved down, hovering over your face and softly kissing you. While he added another finger inside you and started moving his hand against your g-spot. 

It was embarrassing how close you were, but these men had worked you up so much. Mingyu crawled down your body until his lips reached your dripping cunt. 

Mingyu stuck his tongue out and gave your pussy a tentative lick, and you moaned and squirmed about from the teasing, but Seokwoo’s strong arms held you in place. 

Mingyu put you out of your misery almost instantly. He wrapped his plump lips around your clit and sucked and fingered you. He showed no signs of slowing. On the other hand, you were starting to get so close, and you were almost there until Mingyu stopped, leaving you a whimpering mess. 

“No, pretty, if you cum, you cum around my cock,” saying this, Mingyu lined his cock along your swollen and sensitive folds, making you shudder, and without warning, filled you up. 

He showed no mercy and set an animalistic pace; you fell apart and around his cock. Your pussy clenched around him, making him groan and growl, only making him fuck you senseless through your orgasm till he reached his own. 

Mingyu finished, his cum coating your walls and pulled out from you. 

In an instant, Mingyu reattached his lips to your cunt, and pushed his tongue into your cunt. He was collecting his cum on his tongue. You shuddered and nearly cried from the overstimulation. 

You suddenly felt Seokwoo let go of you and fell back onto the sofa. 

Seokwoo grabbed you by your waist and flipped you onto your hands and knees with no time to readjust. Without warning, he pushed himself into you. 

Seokwoo set a pace much like Mingyu, fucking you hard and with no signs of slowing down. He fucked you as your second orgasm hit you, you shook, trembling, but Seokwoo showed no mercy. 

He kept fucking and fucking. You felt something like a coil come undone inside you. You came hard and shook and started whimpering.

“Baby? You okay?” Gone was the dominant Sekokwoo; instead, a loving disposition took over. You nodded, still shaking. 

“Baby girl, you just squirted all over daddy’s cock,” Seokwoo stated, smirking and groaning, and you whined and shivered when Seokwoo slid his cock back inside your pussy, fucking you again as he chased his orgasm. 

“Fuck baby, you are so fucking tight,” Seokwoo moaned.  

Seokwoo’s thrusts started slowing down, and you felt him still and released into your pussy. He quickly scooped up his cum with his long fingers and walked over to Mingyu, and made him suck on his finger, making you whimper at the sight. 

“Well, Hyung, I guess you know how to please your girl,” Mingyu teased as he dressed quickly and left the apartment. 

“Thank you, baby, thank you,” you said breathlessly once the door shut behind Mingyu. 

“Baby?” Seokwoo said incredulously. 

“Baby, after a stunt like that, you think I'm done with you? You’re in trouble now. It’s still Daddy for you,” Seokwoo warned as he picked up your limp body off the sofa, threw you onto his shoulders, and made his way to the bedroom, slapping you on your ass for good measure. 

This night was far from over.

[tw1l1te]

Heyy you fabulous writter! You've had me hooked ever since I first found a post of yours and I don't know if you're taking writing requests but if you are...I'd like to humbly request you to write this idea?🙏

Essentially I think it'd be really cute having a small one-shot of the LU boys in twilights hyrule and them meeting his S/O. His S/O can either be a simple farmer who grew up in the same area or the idea of someone he met on his journey who also had animal turning 'abilities'/features comes to mind so they understand each other more than most. IDK if it's a silly idea or not I just thinks the boys reactions (especially time teasing twilight and such) would be Hella cute! Anyways thanks and keep the good work up! 🫡

- Anon🧋

Yesyesyesyes living out my cottage core dream with mr. cowboy teehee

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Twilight was getting giddier by the second as he approached Ordon, and the boys could tell. He was clenching and unclenching his fists, trying the keep the nervousness at bay, but how could he do that when he was about to see you. His beloved.

"I don't think I have ever seen you this jittery before, Pup. What's wrong?"

Twilight was about to answer him when they hear a loud gasp.

Twilight turns to see you on a tree above them, clad in what seems to be.... his old tunic? You jump down, hopping down branch by branch before landing inches away from Twilight.

"Oh by three- you're home! I missed you so much-"

He shuts you up, by pulling you in for a kiss, months of love and desperation melting onto you.

You had to pull away to avoid creating awkwardness for the others, "Alright, easyyy cowboy. Now why don't you tell me about your lil' friends?"

Time raises an eyebrow at him, clearly interested in your character.

"Oh! I completely forgot t' introduce myself! I'm Y/n, mister hero's partner."

Time nods, holding out a hand to shake.

"I'm Time, a... friend of Link's. We all met on his recent adventure."

You nod, squinting a bit at him, then eyeing the rest of them. You walk around them slightly, eyeing their garb and equipment a bit before nodding back at your boyfriend.

"They're Links too, aren't they?"

Legend jumps slightly at that, "How did you-"

You smile at him, "I gotta good nose."

Twilight shakes his head, chuckling "Alright, lets go back to the village before you start figuring everyone out."

You jog up to him, animatedly waving your hands, rambling about Colin and how good with swordsmanship he's become. Before you could continue rambling, Wind asks, "How'd you two meet?"

You and Twilight pause, looking at each other before responding.

"Oh, y'know, I met him on his quest during the Twilight Era. Stinky do-wait, they know, right?"

"They're too nosy for their own good."

"Right, so. I met him while I was in my alternate form. Fell on top of me from a brittle tree-"

"-Wait, you have a wolf form too?!" Wind exclaims, running up to you.

You snort, this kid's funny.

"Nah, that's hero's spirit and all. It's better if I show ya."

You focus for a moment before you feel the shift, still uncomfortable but so much less painful than the first time it happened, oh so many years ago.

Opening your eyes, you can feel your senses sharpen, everything intensifying tenfold.

"A fucking fox???!?!! Twilight, your wife is so cool."

"Not my wife yet, but thank you."

You walk up to Wind, cooing at him. He hesitantly pets your fur on your head, earning him a soft purr from you.

You walk up to the rest of them, just looking at them. You give a few extra sniffs to the pink-haired one, him smelling like hare.

Shifting back, you walk back to Twilight, your fur coat retreating back into your skin. You give him a peck on the cheek, continuing your way back to the village.

"Y'all coming or what?"

Twilight breaks out of his lovestruck trance, following you. Time walks up to Twilight, muttering to him,

"I can tell you've got a thing for foxy personalities."

"Oh, shut up."

[smutinlove]

ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ʙᴜʀɴ ʜᴀʀᴅ—ᴄᴀʀʟ ɢʀɪᴍᴇꜱ—ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ four: a secret

Chapter Three: Solitude

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

Carl's bed croaked. It made Mae's ears ring. "Mae, is that you?" asked a hoarse voice. "No, I'm a fucking murderer," she retorted. Carl laughed. "You suck, man." He sat up. Mae looked at him intensely. She observed his features.

Carl's face was slightly freckled; he had the prettiest blue eye, which complemented his dark brown hair. He looked a bit intimidating, but he was actually a sweetheart. He was brave and kind. But what Mae couldn't put together was how such a beautiful soul covered his left eye with a bandage.

"Carl?"

"Yeah, idiot?"

"Why do you cover your eye with a bandage?" Mae asked. Carl gulped. He looked away from Mae, feeling embarrassed. "Well, I guess that's a story for another time. Now, what about you? Why are you awake?" he asked, trying to avoid the earlier question.

Mae sighed. "I keep thinking about my old life, back in England. But all I think about are the bad memories. I can't remember the good ones." Carl nodded. He understood her feelings.

"You know, my mom me told something a few years ago when I had a bad dream: 'Dreams can last ten minutes, but nightmares last forever, but only if you let them.' And I think you should know that too." Carl gave his sweetest smile.

"Thank you, Carl." The boy grinned. Mae rolled her eyes. "Alright, enough of your inspiring quotes; let's fucking sleep, Jackass." Carl rolled his eyes. He took one last look at Mae before letting himself fall back to sleep.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

Carl yawned and groaned. He didn't expect to be awoken by Mae last night, but he was fine with it. It was nice talking to someone other than his annoying little sister or his parents. He was lost in thought, to the point where he didn't hear the door open. There stood a young brunette with a cheeky grin on her face.

"I fucking knew it! Wait 'til Mom hears about this."

"Judith, listen, we can talk this out. Please," Carl begged. "Talk about YOUR GIRLFRIEND?" She yelled.

"Judith, you little-" Carl noticed someone rising awake. It was none other than his favorite British girl. She yawned. "Stop yelling, Carlie." Mae groaned.

Judith looked at the two and laughed. "Me and your girlfriend might get along. Anyway, I won't tell Mom and Dad. I also can't. They went out to do some shopping."

"She's not my girlfriend, you idiot!" Carl yelled, completely disregarding the fact that his parents weren't home.

While the two siblings continued arguing, Mae froze. It was Judith Grimes, who was probably the child of Shane, Carl's father's best friend. Mae felt sick to her stomach. She wanted to scream, cry, and throw up all at the same time.

"Oh, she's awake!" Judith yelled. Mae tilted her head. Judith looked like Shane. Judith wasn't really Carl's sister. Carl and Judith were half-siblings. (At least that's what Mae thought.)

"Mae, are you feeling okay?" Carl asked. "What? Yeah. I'm doing great," Mae replied with a soft smile. "You're so pretty," Judith squealed.

Mae didn't know how to react to that. In her head, she didn't want to. But in her heart, she had to. "Thank you so much." Judith grinned.

"You got yourself a pretty one," Judith whispered into Carl's ear. Carl smiled. "Yeah, she is." Judith caught Carl staring at Mae for a little too long and grinned.

Mae looked at Judith and then came to a realization. Why was she so afraid of Shane? And Mae wasn't even sure if Judith was Shane's daughter or if Carl's mom had cheated on Carl's father. It wasn't Mae's business, and she knew that.

[grittyreadsfic]

once again: happy hockey big bang! the podfic eafay70 did of don’t know what you’ve got (til it’s gone) was such a great listen, and it made me want to focus a bit more on audio storytelling for this playlist. it’s three playlists-one from nolan’s perspective, one from tk’s, and one from nico’s, but each playlist features the same artist in the same order. it was definitely a new challenge but it was a lot of fun to try something new. there’s also a version with all the songs

we start with gracie abrams, because it was listening to her songs that made me want to try and do it this way.

nolan

i love you im sorry - gracie abrams

I was a dick, it is what it is / A habit to kick, the age-old curse / I tend to laugh whenever I'm sad / I stare at the crash, it actually works / Making amends, this shit never ends / I'm wrong again, wrong again

the wedding song - renee rapp

I would have sang it to you soft and sweet / You'd want it every anniversary

feel - fletcher

Doin' time, tryna heal / Do anything so I don't feel you

after the party - the menzingers

But you just want to dance in a basement / You don't care if anyone is watching / Just as long as you stay in motion / We put miles on these old jean jackets / Got caught up in the drunk conversations / But after the party, it's me and you

this song always makes me think of tk and nolan, but it fits extra well in this fic when nolan and tk are in that weird in between of friends and something more

the story of us - taylor swift

Oh, I'm scared to see the ending / Why are we pretending this is nothing / I'd tell you I miss you but I don't know how / I've never heard silence quite this loud

back to me - john allison weiss

Another damp dark room and I'm spilling my guts right out / About the love I knew that I'm learning to live without

if only - dove cameron

Don't know what I'm feeling, is this just a dream? / If only I knew what my heart was telling me

sometimes an artist has a huge discography. other times they don’t and you pull out a banger from a dcom soundtrack. much like my pets: if it fits, it sits (on the playlist)

home - catie turner

I don't take spoonfuls of romanticism in my tea / But this is not a love song / It's my truth I have to speak / Oh, you are so important to me / And I won't let you go

I won't let you go / Cause wherever you are is home

be alone - paramore

Yeah, we could be alone / But never get too low on me / We could be alone together

heaven - petal

But I will take your voice rolling over me always

gimme love - carly rae jepsen

Cause I want what I want, do you think that I want too much?

nico

that’s so true - gracie abrams

Think about your dumb face all the time

too well - renee rapp

I get so sick of myself, can't stop overthinkin' / I heard you're happy somewhere else / But I don't forget too well / I get so sick of myself, can't stop reminiscin' / I heard you're happy somewhere else / But I don't forget too well

becky’s so hot - fletcher

Cause Becky's so hot in your vintage t-shirt / Oh, she the one I should hate / But I wanna know how she taste

this is THEE nico song for this in my opinion. yeah yeah nico’s too nice to threaten to hit tk, but like. he’s got eyes, alright? he sees the appeal

casey - the menzingers

And I bet I sound like a broken record / Every time I open my mouth / I want to wander around the city with you again

holy ground - taylor swift

We had this big wide city all to ourselves / We blocked the noise with the sound of 'I need you' / And for the first time I had something to lose / And I guess we fell apart in the usual way / And the story's got dust on every page / But sometimes I wonder how you think about it now

this and casey are both songs that are a little bittersweet, looking back at a relationship after it’s ended, and i think that’s what nico does a lot during this fic

new love - john allison weiss

There's no love like new love / You're moving on and all I want is you, love

we go down together - dove cameron

If you go down / Then we go down together / If you hold on / I might just stay forever / If you get hurt / I'll try to make it better / If you go down / Then we go down together

i luv him - catie turner

He's what I want / But I'm not what he needs

proof - paramore

Then I'll believe in what you say / There's nothing left for you to do / The only proof that I need is you

nature - petal

Every fiber of my being seems to scream to me / "You are now mine in a life we both know"

i really like you - carly rae jepsen

It's way too soon, I know this isn't love / But I need to tell you something / I really, really, really, really, really, really like you / And I want you, do you want me, do you want me, too?

tk

risk - gracie abrams

I’m not proud / Guess I'm just scared of you shooting it down / You can just talk, and I'll stare at your mouth / It could be bad, but I wanna find out

i was between risk and in between for tk, and in between isn’t on streaming, but risk also hits the nail on the head

i do - renee rapp

When we're saying, "I love you" / I mean it different than you do / Terrified I always will even after the day / You look at somebody else and you say / "I do"

lead me on - fletcher

So why don't you just lead me on? / 'Cause something is better than nothing at all / Yeah, I want you to lead me on / 'Cause something, yeah, something is better than nothing / Yeah, something, your something is better than nothing at all

tk truly does spend so much of this settling for all he thinks he can have, and i feel like this song really encapsulates that

time table - the menzingers

As time tables suggest / We were only just friends / In constant motions, covering stilts / I’ll give you a dollar for another ride home / Or something to mix with your Coke

say don’t go - taylor swift

Oh no, oh no, it's not fair / 'Cause you kiss me and it stops time / And I'm yours, but you're not mine

i had to do it - john allison weiss

If my heavy heart were strong enough / I'd stay and let you keep it / But to know you is to love you / And I don't want to love you anymore

sand - dove cameron

I saw the end when we began / You couldn't love the way I can / I tried to bargain with the stars / For more than half your heart / But you have more pieces of me than the desert has sand / And I have less pieces of you than I can hold in my hand

(wish i didn’t have to) lie - catie turner

I don't hate you / I just hate the way I love you / And I hate the way I tell myself I'm fine / I wish I didn't have to lie

looking up - paramore

Could've given up so easily

I was a few cheap shots away from the end of me

left a mark - petal

i was born to kiss your mouth / i was born to be the dust / i was born to cover you / i was born to leave a mark / i was born to be the light / to be the light inside your room / i was born to be the dust that covers you

runaway with me - carly rae jepsen

This is the part, you've got to say all that you're feeling, feeling / Packing a bag, we're leaving tonight when everyone's sleeping, sleeping / Let's run away / I'll run away with you

[mothsgotghosts]

Soapghost Tangled Au

LOOK. I'm certain I'm not the first person to think about this but I Don't Care. This blog is basically just me saying shit about cod to the void anyway and talking like a bunch of people will see it lmao. THIS IS GONNA BE LONG AS FUCK BTW.

Also this shit is gonna feature some good old fashioned nikprice and alerudy and my several headcanons, a few of which I will share for context: First of all, almost everyone is trans in my mind, I won't lie to you. But mostly that's not relevant to the plot besides Soap and Nik are both trans men. Also Ghost is transfem and that's not super relevant but I will be using mostly she/her for her (I hc her using she/her and he/him pronouns) so be prepared. OKAY GOOD This is just gonna be me rambling my ideas in a bulleted list hopefully in the order of the plot.

The story sticks fairly close to the actual movie plot, once upon a time there was a magic flower yadda yadda. Anyway Old Man Shepherd wants to be eternally young yeah

Meanwhile the kings (Price and Nik) are like "let's have another kid", I say another bc Gaz is here also he's adopted <3, and seahorse dad Nik is real, okay great (DO NOT TURN THIS INTO OMEGAVERSE SHIT. HE'S TRANS. A TRANS PARENT.)

Anyway uh oh Nik gets sick (haha rhyme) and Price is like "go get that flower so my husband doesn't DIE thanks), Shepherd is pissed, steals their baby with magic hair

That baby with magic hair is Soap! Who is raised by Shepherd, everyone's favorite (least favorite) manipulative piece of shit!

Some background info on Soap's childhood, it wasn't great being locked in a tower and also. Soap is trans in this (as I've said), he's just gnc, but the long hair. Eehh. Not something he super loves but Shepherd won't let him cut it, obviously. The mohawk was a compromise (yes I know the hair lore but I want him to have a mohawk so shh)

Anyway Soap's 20-something birthday rolls around and he tries to ask Shepherd to go see the glowing lights, Shepherd says no, they argue, Soap asks for paint instead, Shepherd leaves to go get it

Meanwhile Ghost and Graves are robbing the fucking castle and steal the lost prince's crown, Ghost leaves Graves to get caught by the royal guard and then gets chased by a horse named Riley for a while before ditching him and climbing into an abandoned tower, and gets hit with a frying pan

Again, the story continues fairly the same. John makes a deal with this stranger in a skull mask to take him to see the floating lights, the lanterns apparently, and he'll give her her satchel back, Ghost begrudgingly agrees.

Ghost then takes Soap to get some food to convince him to go home and call off the deal, and she takes him to Los Vaqueros Saloon, run by two outlaw husbands and frequented by loads of criminals and bounty hunters

In case it wasn't obvious, Alejandro and Rudy own the saloon. Its patrons are made up of various different operators + Valeria (who IS an operator now but still).

Poor Soap is terrified bc Shepherd told him all people, esp ones like these, are bad news and then a bunch of guys lunge on Ghost to get her bounty and send someone out to go find some guards. Soap stops them, I've Got A Dream happens. Alejandro wants to be a pianist, good for him :)

Meanwhile Shepherd returns, sees Soap is gone, and rolls up right as Soap is saying how glad he is he left and gets pissed

Then the royal guard show up and Rudy and Alejandro help them escape and then call Ghost's dream stupid.

"Go follow your dream, hermano." "I will." "He was talking to him, your dream is stupid."

They get cornered by Graves, the royal guard, and Riley, escape and then get trapped in a cave and nearly drown. Ghost cuts her hand trying to pry away some rocks but it's too dark underwater for her to see. They both think they're gonna die so Ghost tells Soap her real name.

"my real name is Simon Riley. Somebody might as well know." "I have magic hair that glows when I sing." "....what?" "OH MY GOD- I HAVE MAGIC HAIR THAT GLOWS WHEN I SING!!!"

John's good old magic hair saves the day, they escape, they find a clearing to camp out in for the night and Soap uses his hair to heal the cut on Simon's hand, Simon freaks out a little bit it's fine, she's fine

John then asks why Simon changed her name to Ghost, Simon says it's a boring story but John listens anyway. She talks about her father and her brother taunting her with ghosts and skeletons, and when they died it stuck with her. She decided to become a ghost.

Simon asks about John's hair, he tells her that his "father" keeps him in that tower to protect him from people who want to steal his hair, shows her the tiny little brown strand that never grew back and says people want to use him for his hair's healing abilities, it's how he got the big scar on his chin.

Simon leaves to get firewood, and Shepherd emerges from the fucking shadows like a creature and tells Soap to come home with him, to which Soap says no because he Likes Simon, and she's gonna take him to see the lanterns, and she's nice!! Shepherd gets mad, tosses him the satchel and says to give it to Simon and see what she does, that he'll be sorry when she runs away with it, and then leaves

Simon comes back and Soap lies and says everything is fine. Shepherd runs into Graves who wants to kill Simon and makes a deal with him

Then morning rolls around and Simon is awoken by RILEY THE FUCKING HORSE, Soap convinces Riley to be nice and let Simon go for one day because "it's my birthday :)" and she's supposed to take him to see the lanterns

They make their way into town and Simon immediately is like "okay yeah your hair is too long" because people keep stepping on it and gets some kids to braid it. John looks very handsome, Simon is very queer, they run off and have a good time enjoying the town square and all the festivities

At some point Soap notices a mural of the royal family, with a certain golden haired baby that looks very familiar, but quickly brushes it off to dance with the townsfolk and Simon

Then it's time to see the lights! Yay! Simon gets a boat for him and John, tosses Riley a bag of apples that he Definitely Paid For, Okay...Or Mostly Paid For.

I See the Light happens, John gives Simon the satchel and Simon pushes it aside in favor of taking off her mask, just for John.

"but I'm not scared anymore, ye know?" "I think I'm starting to."

AND THEN HE TAKES THE MASK OFF AND. sometimes, I am a genius. Anyway, they get back to shore and Simon sees Graves and is like "I promise I'll be right back" and goes off to just give him the satchel, he doesn't want it anymore he just wants to be done with all this criminal shit, mainly for Johnny.

Graves instead is like "what if I took that magic hair guy instead" and knocks his ass out and ties her to a boat then goes to snatch Soap. Shepherd shows up AGAIN and knocks Graves out like "oh look son I saved you!" And Soap sees the boat with Simon on it, thinks she left him, and goes back with Shepherd

Simon wakes up TIED TO A BOAT WITH THE FUCKING CROWN HE STOLE AND GETS ARRESTED

Graves also gets arrested and Simon freaks out on him when passing him being led to his cell, Graves says that some weird guy showed up and took Soap back home and Simon is locked in her cell

Meanwhile back at the tower, Soap is laying in his bed all sad bc his gf left him, when he realizes the sun crest on the little flag Simon got him at the festival matches suns he's been subconsciously painting for YEARS, that when he tried on that crown Simon stole it fit, that that baby on that mural WAS HIM, that BRO HE IS THE LOST PRINCE.

Then he yells at Shepherd for stealing him away and Shepherd is like "okay fuck you" and plans to lock him up forever

Meanwhile, Simon gets broken out of prison by two cowboys and their gaggle of thieves and bounty hunters and a horse named Riley. Riley takes him to the tower where he climbs up and gets stabbed by Shepherd after seeing Soap LITERALLY CHAINED TO A WALL.

John begs Shepherd to let him heal her, that he'll go with him quietly and never complain if he does and Shepherd agrees and chains Simon up too so he can't follow them. Soap goes to heal her and Simon slices off a bunch of his hair. Shepherd rapidly ages and falls out of the window and dies, L moment. Simon dies too tho, sad.

For real though, "You were my new dream" "And you were mine" fucks me up every time. Anyway, Simon dies, Soap's magic tears of love or something brings her back to life.

"Did I ever mention...I like brunettes" "PFF- YER AN ARSEHOLE!" "Sorry Johnny, there can only be one blonde person in this relationship!"

Anyway happily ever after and all that, Soap gets to reunite w his long lost fathers and brother.

Look idk how they recognize him okay. Father's intuition? Blue eyes? The big fat scar on his chin that wasn't ACTUALLY from someone stealing Soap (he was a stupid baby)? Idk could be any or all of those.

THE END!!!!!! Thank you to those who sat here and read ALL of this <3 big preesh! Okay idk how to end this so bye

[ponyartistbrainiac]

That dream was wild

I went "home" but it wasn't really my home yet my mother and sister where there

It was this oddly shaped 2/3 story house with many many many rooms

Most of these rooms has hospital beds and people missing limbs in the same floor as my mom

Everyone feared her like a landlord

I asked her where my cats where and she told me to shoo and go find them

So off on an epic adventure I went

I started up stairs in mine and Courtney's shared room which mirrored the room we shared in college

There where cats but none of them where either of mine

I checked another room and knocked on the door

I was greeted by a rough looking man with a guitar

I tried to ask him about my cats but he looked nervous

Almost suspicious

And told me to check somewhere else for now

I checked another room which had again many cats but this one had a girl who was missing both her legs

I described my cat Shiner as "white with gray spots"

She walked away on her hands and brought me a cat that looked oh so similar

But it wasn't mine

Sadly I thanked her and tried again with the next door

It appeared empty but had many cats under the bed

None of which where mine

I decided to try downstairs

I walked downstairs and the first thing I noticed was how dingy and dilapidated this place was

It had more rooms and more people missing limbs or other body parts

I tried to talk to a few and asked about my cats and we managed to find one

I think

Maxie

It looked like maxie and acted like maxie and had a purple collar bit something felt off

Regardless I took her upstairs and handed her to Courtney who asked me if I have seen Shiner anywhere.

I told her no sadly and she frowned knowing the special bond me and Shiner have and she hope's she turns up

I went back downstairs and talked to a few people while looking for shiner

I changed the way I described her as a white cat with gray spots a splotch of gray on her nose and a "buttcrack" shaped gray splotch on her head that covers most but half of her head except half of her ear which is white

Sadly no one sees her but they suggested I check the neighborhood

I walked around from house to house asking after my cat when I noticed an absolutely massive glass dome with floating platforms generating food and electricity

The other people around the neighborhood which was just a series of haphazardly placed houses and a gray and colorless desert landscape had choice words to say about the landlord

A demon they called her

I walked back home looking and feeling dejected when I ran into the guitar guy in passing

He told me to check the closed door next to his room and gave me a key

I definitely did that and when I went into said room there was a man in a hospital bed with a ventilator who was barely alive

I found no cats only a note with a key

"Go to the dome and ask around

They are kinder then they seem"

Nervous about the dome but wanting to do anything to get my cat back I psyched myself up and made my way there

It took forever to find a way inside I had to go through an inconspicuous cellar which lead to a bright and bustling community of people in costumes

I asked after them but no one would stop until I lost my patience and yelled "HEY EXCUSE ME IM SORRY BUT I HAVE A QUESTION!" Everyone turned to me

Suddenly angry

And one girl said "this is private pro-" but she was cut off by another man who said "oh don't be that way she's not here to interrupt! What was your question?" I proceeded to tell him about my cat and he looked thoughtful

Slowly everyone started discussing something and I heard "the landlords" name on their lips

The man walked up to me I can't remember his features but he said

"Go to the bar and ask about your cat. Give a very thorough description"

This time when I asked about Shiner I added that she was also very old

The bartender was a large man with a very warm smile he seemed almost lion like

He handed me a box and I opened it inside was the statue of a lion

But as I held it it started to unfold into a cat

My cat

I was confused and he said: "my dear your friend has passed on but they still wish to watch over you. This place... it's not for you

You don't need to keep coming back here your free.

Perhaps you should go thank and say goodbye to all the new friends you made today

And go home

Back to the world of color you built."

Teary eyed suddenly I looked up at him while I held the small statuette

He patted my head and added "of course we all here will be rooting for you" and then I noticed the sign

"Roleplay society for when life gets to hard

The road always leads here."

I left out the cellar and made the long walk home

The landscape seemed grayer somehow but there where spotlights of sun peeking through the dark clouds

When I returned to the house I heard yelling and cursing that sounded like the guitar man from earlier

Through the cracked door to "the landlords" room I saw he looked miserable and he looked me in the eye as I heard her say to him "get out of here before she sees you"

I noticed then he was naked and covered in bruises

After a while walked out and looked down at me sadly while putting his shirt back on one button at a time

He made a warm and sad smile and pet my head

He saw I was clutching the statuette and he said "I see... here is my card you will need it"

It had a picture of a man with curly hair a sandy sort of brownish yellow that turned white with the name "Luniasto Sol" or was it "Luniaster Sol" I saw it only for a brief moment

He then said "I have always watched you and I am proud of you" the world fell into colors and I woke up

[tarot-by-e11e]

Heyy Elle! How are you? I am here for your new event!

Your Initials/Nickname-JD

"If money wasn't an issue: - what features would you want to have in your dream house?" - A chandeliar,a patio and a horse stable.I love the old money European aesthetic and I would love to have a house like that.

"what would be your ideal self-care routine?"-Romcom movie marathon,a day out,shopping,cafe visiting,travelling,book stores,eating and trying on new cuisine.(Every sagittarius of me I know).

Thanks in advance!!

Hi JD,

Thank you so much for participating in my Home ask game.

Old money European aesthetics tends to be what quiet luxury seems to look like. So I totally agree on the patio~ By any chance, do you love horses? Chandeliers are truly mesmerizing, it's the upkeep that just personally stresses me out. But hey! That's not a problem if money wasn't an issue right?

I love how your ideal self-care routine is filled to the brim with dopamine increasing activities! I can intuitively tell you're someone who desires to be as well-red, cultured and have as many passport stamps if money wasn't an issue! No way you have Sag placements? Which ones??

So the cards I pulled are: 7 of Cups, Justice, Sun

I personally love that 7 of Cups showed up in your reading because you have Sag placements, this is so Sag coded, I literally cannot stop giggling!

This usually talks about have many choices, or searching for some meaning or purpose in life. Other instances, this could be corelated to daydreaming or wishful thinking, also indecision.

So to relate all of these in the reading, it is suggested, more like, highly encouraged for you to go further in expanding your horizons. You have the green light from the universe to go forward in your plans to travel and try as many foreign cuisines as much as possible. Visit as many museums in your area as possible. Because these activities are what helps you feel at home in your body and in your life.

Now the card suggest that in order for you to feel at home in your body and life, being accountable with how your life has brought to where you are now would be a good start.

Try to first assess, is how you are living your life helping you get to where you want to in the future? If not, list down everything you're currently doing on a sheet of paper, categorize which habits or decisions are holding you back, and which ones are helping you forward. When you finally see the list of what works and what doesn't. Try to plan out, atleast 1 -3 months ahead, what you can do to help you get to where you want in life.

Now this process will definitely go through a series of revisions, so please be kind and understanding towards yourself when going through this part of your life. This strategy revision will always be subject to adjustments, so don't beat yourself up if you can't seem to keep up with establishing new habits and routines. Just remember, there's more than one way to create a habit. So do you research and find which one works for you, then stick to it for as long as you could. Should there come a time where that strategy no longer serves its purpose, see it as another opportunity of your evolution.

Also in this specific process, a personal suggestion from me would be to change your vocabulary on the things you do. Don't say, "Oh it's so hard to do this or that.", rephrase it by saying, "I'm a beginner at learning to do this or that, that's why it's normal to make mistakes." Do you see the difference?

Instead of saying, "I'm so unproductive and lazy right now.", try rephrasing it as, "Okay, with my current energy level/state of being, the task I want to do might seem a bit overwhelming. So let me just do the first step of the task for just 2 minutes."

Rephrasing your inner monologue might take a bit of practice but it will be to your benefit in the long run. The reason is, your brain can't differentiate sarcasm with facts. So if you verbally or internally self-sabotage, your brain will un-discriminately believe it as an absolute truth. To avoid that, rephrasing comes in play.

Now, it's all great to be accountable and productive but always remember, you don't always have 100% of your energy everyday. Some days, you have 50%; while other days, you're at 25%. So instead of beating yourself up for how much you can give and do that day, just remind yourself, you waking up, and dragging yourself to brushing your teeth is you showing up for yourself, and that is enough. You bed rotting because your nervous system has been severely dis-regulated is your body's way to recuperate, and that is you being enough. Ideally, yes it'd be nice to be always going all out, but that is not realistic, nor is it sustainable.

So until you've somehow found a way to curate your life in a way where your strengths are incentivized while your weaknesses are given the chance to be cultivated as a strength later on, you'll need to be serious on being kinder to yourself along the way. It's a huge adjustment, heck, it might be the biggest commitment to yourself thus far, but it is, in hindsight, absolutely worth the investment in the long run.

Now does it mean that you have to just be all productive and serious and dedicated 24/7? Of course not. You got your off days too. So when in your low moments, you are encouraged by the Sun card to find little glimmers in your daily life. If you can prepare a self-soothe box prior to being triggered, please do so. If you can incorporate dopamine stacking in your daily routine, please feel free to do so. Because in your case, happiness is a committed pursuit. You have to actually show up for yourself, and actively choose to curate and schedule your life where you permit yourself to be happy.

Now this happiness takes form in whichever form you feel the most joy in. Feel free to add into your self-care routine at least 5 minute breaks every few hours, dedicated to relax and cultivate dopamine.

Let yourself actually enjoy those little moments. And you don't owe anyone any kind of explanation why you want to be happy.

This is your life, your body and ideally, you get to decide how to get utilize your energy, time and resources. And if anyone around get mad at you for choosing yourself, this is a tell sign that these angry people have benefitted from your self-sacrificing tendencies and lack of boundaries. They're mad because they have no access to you so easily anymore. So with that in mind, you get decide how to deal with such individuals. Where they stand in your life as up to your discretion.

This concludes the end of your reading. Do let me know how this resonates with you. Feel free to show some support via my Buy Me A Coffee here (This reading is for entertainment purposes only.)

[hibi32]

౨ৎ Mindless No Thought Rant 0.1(10.16.MMXXIV): Got called crazy by an unknown man for wanting to write a love letter out of my blood, and I’m sad. Just asked mother if I could pierce myself to extract blood, she thought I was crazy… and she was right. Tried cutting myself and thought about *them*, no—it, and stopped. Began drawing fake scars, that will help the emptiness in my heart, right? I miss them. A lot. Trying—trying—trying, to escape. Hurt in the present, hurt by thoughts in the past, happy in the present, yet happy by the past. What to do… ? I don’t know.

0.1(10.17.MMXXIV): I did have someone to love yes. Someone who will love and expect nothing in return. But even if their love was unconditional, it could never fully fulfill the missing pieces in my heart. To fill the void in my heart would take infinite quantities, but even so, no matter how much I get and take, it will never fill the darkness that once had light. I crave it, dream it, fantasize about it, and even lust… but even so, never enough. I ask myself…why—just—why isn’t it satisfying my thirst? I stumbled upon a post about a woman talking about her greatest achievements in life, majority of it was about, ‘self love’. She spoke with confidence, “The only person you should love the most would be yourself. After all, you’re spending the rest of eternity alone”. Those very words, struck a spark in my heart, and a glimmer of clearness through my sight. I now know why, the void in my puppet, is hollow. I tried to love, no—truly love, myself… But im only met with disgust… not joy, not happiness, not love…but disgust.

0.1(10.17.MMXXIV): Found out I got a 14/15 on my physics quiz. Really really unhappy with myself. Decided to beg for study tables during lunch to my physics teacher, not wanting to come for after school hours. Math midterm is today, im kinda worried despite being prepared.

0.1(10.17.MMXXIV): impulsively friended them, oh no. I shouldn’t have clicked! Ahhh~

౨ৎ 0.2(10.18.MMXXIV): Found out I got a 86% on my math mid term. I’m so fucking frustrated I DDINT take the extra time I had and doubled checked. I would have gotten an 89% if I got that one question have gotten correct. If I didn’t mixed up the differences between supplementary and complimentary, I wouldn’t be reacting this way. This is the second B I’ve ever gotten in my math class, this might be good to others, but to me, it isn’t! This is so fucking stupid. I hate being in choir for the morning, I hate being told to sit in my seat and sing for half an hour. I could just do this at home, no? It’s so heinous and tedious to have music in school when you can sing and work at home. I hate that one student in my class, they think they have the ‘authority’ and ability to be able to point out trouble makers. Teachers pet, I hate those types, always being perceptive of others and reporting back to teachers on ‘bobs’ disruptive and harmful behavior. Reasons why I stopped being a rule follower and became a rule breaker. I crave chaos and destruction, the total opposite of what my ‘old�� self would want. Jeez, since when did joining a new school become more problematic then my old one! I have multiple contradicting statements I say that I honestly can’t seems to understand myself. Mother told me I looked like a clown with eye shadow on, says it doesn’t suit me and I don’t need makeup. I want to, I just have masculine features that are overly very prominent. Been trying to scout for some online but I can’t seem to find any that I like.

౨ৎ 0.3(10.19.MMXXIV): talked to them today… I was nervous at first about responding to them. Everything is going well, and I’m glad. Still frustrated by the fact I still can’t find what works best for my face shape… but I’m sure I’ll find the missing spark. It feels better that we are still in contact… but it also feels wrong. I’m a disappointment to my family if I was to be friends with them, no? But I’m also confused, in a way where I wouldn’t know if I want them in my life or not. I just want them to be happy, at least, with someone else… not me. Without them I’m at peace, but without them my mind misses them and I constantly debate to myself to not talk to them… I constantly tell myself about their cons and how they are bad in my life… but I also day dream about them on a daily basis. I miss their words, dream of their hugs, and I want to get closer—but not. What is this that I’m feeling?

I hope you tell me soon… universe…

౨ৎ 0.2(10.20.MMXXIV): I’m feeling quite lonely today. Life’s been boring and I have thoughts about them. I wonder what they are doing other then being sick. Oh well, it’s been more then a week and it’s almost like they are never off my mind. I try to push it away but… it doesn’t go away. I have work to do today but I really don’t feel like it. Maybe later I will get my assignments done but today isn’t the day. Woke up feeling a bit gooey and such, woke up at 6 am and went back to sleep at 7 am. Been mindlessly scrolling while keeping check on the clock once in a while. Wanted to update my Carrd a bit but even so I don’t feel like getting it done. I ate 2 crunch bars with 0 regrets… craving lemonade a bit… maybe I should get that instead. Might watch some movies to relieve my boredom. I hope they text me again… even tho I’ve been purposefully texting lesser. I don’t want to get too close to them, don’t want to get into that cycle I’ve gotten myself into for the 3rd time. Hoping that maybe a woman passes by their sight and takes their heart, that will make me happy, right? Who am I kidding, it makes me sad but if it makes them happy I’ll pretend I’m happy. Whatever the universe decides I’ll stick with it, I just hope it’s the right path for the two of us. Oh yeah—I totally forgot! Amazon prime day is coming, should consider getting some items into my cart, yeah—that will do.

౨ৎ 0.2(10.20.MMXXIV): The time is 2:19 pm, I want them to text me, reply to me, respond. I’ve been waiting all day, I won’t add any other text messages. Trying to keep my distance but I’m lonely and I miss them.. I won’t put ‘kinda’ in the front anymore, I need to stop that habit. Comes off as ‘unsure’ and, ‘indecisive’, ends up making me look like an imbecile. I’m such a hypocrite, I need help. Maybe I’ll take to Daniel, he makes me happy, well… temporarily.. I’m still waiting for their text message. Maybe they are asleep— or perhaps doing something with their life with someone else. Maybe they’re talking to someone else that they usually talk to in the mornings… like a certain, well, ‘someone’. They tell me they text a few people a good morning text and I actually want to know who… I won’t pry tho, after all, we are just… ‘friends’. Kinda confusing not going to lie, this situation is surely something. 2:32 pm hits and they still haven’t texted me, maybe they are asleep…. I want to text them ‘I miss you’, but that would mean I broke the promise I made to myself… gotta stop thinking about them.. it’s for the better.. right?

౨ৎ 0.3(10.21.MMXXIV): I finished my English homework the day before. I’m so happy I finally finished, I genuinely thought I was never going to finish it. Last Friday my gut was hurting me and I wasn’t able to type the first 3 class answers on the computer. Glad that’s all over with. I texted ‘them’ today, I’m glad their feeling at least a bit better. I was smiling like an asshole talking to them, that’s enough for today. Gotta text less, don’t want to get too close, I can’t forget that they have their own life together unlike mine. (Exaggeration a bit, not entirely false). Looked over to my right to see Ben tie his hair up into a palm tree, why not do the same? He looked over to his left, another fellow Pom tree, we laughed. How fun.

౨ৎ Deep Thinking 0.3(10.21.MMXXIV): I can’t ask them for reassurance. They’re not mine, they belong to someone else, yet I think about them a lot. They have their own life, their own friends, I can’t control. I can’t control them. I can’t do anything. I think about Daniel instead, they make me happy… temporarily, that is. They’re their own person, I must respect that. I can’t control, I can’t ask, I can’t do *nothing*—or anything, as a matter of fact. Everything I want to do is pointless… we are only just, well… *friends* and *nothing* more. I really need them to find someone else, if they do, I’ll be hurt for the best. Of course I remember old conversations we had that still bother me, but what if their words weren’t *real* and they were saying it to not bother my mind? They say I can’t hurt any of the ‘good’ ones, but I want to. I want to I want to… I Want To. It makes my blood boil, my eyes widen, and I feel like I just went through one of the few symptoms of a literal heart break. I don’t think I will be able to find someone who embodies this type of **behavior** or **feeling** that I have.

౨ৎ Deep Thinking/Rant 0.3(10.21.MMXXIV): I want someone like me. Hell, I would lovingly end myself to find them in the next life. Someone who matches me. No matter who’s good or who’s bad… I want them to kill for me like I would for them. I don’t give a fuck about the happiness of others, I care about them. Why can’t anyone fit in the same intensity that I have? This sounds psychotic, even crazy. I’m aware no human in the right mind would kill anyone to preserve the feelings for their partner, but that’s what my love is. It hurts to know that no one around me understands *me* by this one aspect. I would kill, get myself hurt, and cover myself in blood just for Darling. My heart hurts, my breathing stops, and I’m stuck in a cycle where I want to hurt for Darling. If Darling doesn’t allow me, I’ll be hurt, stone wall, and resent them for it. Why are you stopping me from expressing my unwavering affection to you? I’ll question, I’ll stay silent, let the feelings and emotions bubble inside me until I explode behind closed doors. I won’t find anyone, like me. No one, is LIKE me..

I would like a partner that lacks empathy for others. Think about the direct words they would say to hurt others for ME? That is true love to me. They are hurting someone to preserve my feelings. No one has done that for me before… and I’m desperate to hear that… I hope Darling does that for me in the future and if not.. I’ll go find another Darling who will fulfill the blood lust I have. I don’t care if darling ties me up and plans on keeping me locked up in his basement… all I care is that he’s mine and I’m his.. forever.

౨ৎ Deep Thinking 0.4(10.22.MMXXIV): I saw mister pianist today… he looked nerdy and handsome as ever. The way he walks, his eloquent hand movements, and his gentle talking… it’s so.. elegant. He’s practically perfect. I want to get more information on him. Anything and everything just to feed my hunger. Maybe I should start naming him “mister perfect”. He’s like a master piece crafted with multiple works of literature from the universe. He’s intelligent, quiet, graceful, well-spoken, thoughtful, kind, caring, gentle, affable, and fastidious. He’s so… perfect. My heart rapidly beats when he gently calls my name, he even approaches me carefully like a fox wanting ‘something’. I was reading ‘Lord Of The Flies’ early morning and he came up to ask me if I finished writing the bellwork down. I nod, my heart beating too quickly, I’m afraid he would hear. We make eye contact when he plays the piano, I went to hide myself. It feels illegal to stare at a man this soft and gentle, he’s so… fatherly. I want him to be *mine*. I squeal and scream silently in my head as I watch him freestyle a piece on the piano, classmates screaming with eagerness, like fireworks bursting in the sky. Let’s just say I’m quite frankly enamored by this man and I’ll watch him from afar, secretly, of course. I’m a spectator analyzing his life, his routine, his habits, and how he interacts with the world. He’s my second dear darling now.. maybe I’ll add him to my collection. He fits perfectly into my doll collection, he’s *perfect*… and I mean it. All the other dolls I’ve met in my life don’t match… he does.

౨ৎ Deep Thinking/Rant 0.4(10.22.MMXXIV): gotta keep reminding myself that we are just friends. Gotta remind myself that we are nothing else other then just friends. They don’t belong to me. They are not mine. They are someone’s else’s… not mine. If they were mine they would have saved themselves for me before. They would have listened before by their family(or someone), valued it, and believed it. Such shame that they did not. I’m disgusted by them a lot, the ROCD hits in out of nowhere and I’m back to square 1. They said I was special, somedaysI feel like it, others… not so much. Maybe they are still in love with someone else from there past. How could I ever think I was special to them? They even *admit* to it, yet I don’t believe it. They spend such intimate times with people in the past, how could I ever come close? I’m not jealous, just disgusted with a feeling of betrayal and sadness. Why am I still holding onto them? Well, they care about me. I don’t think I can live a month without them to be quite frank. Hell, even a week would be too long. Without them I’m at peace, but I also miss them. I try to forget.c try to move on, but my thoughts always roam to them at the end of the night. How could I ever think I was ever special to them when they experienced ‘this’ with someone else before they even met me? I’m naive… to think I was something is truly foolish of me. I should keep my distance from them, find someone else, and make sure I don’t go through the 409th cycle. It’s alright tho, I remind myself many times. It’s okay they been through this and did this and that and what so-…. I only need my body-pillow to be content with life… They are … everyone around me including those I wish were ‘perfect’, are disappointing pieces of shit.

౨ৎ 0.5(10.24.MMXXIV): Watched my dad yell at my grandmother. His voice was loud, his tone was harsh, his posture was stiff, and his energy was negative. It feels like he’s angry at me despite me not doing anything. His voice scares me, loud, heavy, and quick. I hide myself in the study, shutting the glass door quick to muffle the sound. I don’t want to hear it, it scares me, and I’m afraid I’m in trouble. I try to act normal, pretend to at least, around him, whenever, and however. I’m not the problem, I know, and I’m aware. what is the problem… is the voice. I cover my ears a bit to muffle the sounds of angry shouting, I turn on my computer. ‘Shit’ I murmur to myself, the wifi isn’t on, ‘just at the perfect moment’, I said to myself sarcastically, tone lingering a bit with worry. I have physics I need to study, I have a test tomorrow, tho I will say I’m quite unprepared. I lost in jeopardy. Quite disappointed. Not much to say. I think about my father, I gotta be careful around him, I don’t want to annoy him any further. Feels like I always have to wait for him to calm down in order for me to approach him. It makes me remember about the day he told me he ‘didn’t love me’. A memory and moment full of confusion, anger, and sadness.

My father said he only loved me if I did *things* for him. Told me he doesn’t love me like how my mother loves me, says he would only love me if I helped him here and their, and nothing else. I’m basically only loved like this, how lucky of a family Tammy has. A father that’s distant, and a mother that’s high in expectations. I’m truly broken from the inside and out… Typing these out at 10:40 pm hurts, the tears flow down but I’m left with no other expression except *tears* falling down onto my pillow. It’s like I’m 3 people in one. The first person is the one outside, the person that is a high achiever yet afraid of making mistakes. The second person is behind the mask, fragile and afraid of criticism. And the third person, is the one behind the first and the second. It’s nothing, that’s it, just nothing. The first person was developed by mother, second person by father, and third person… underdeveloped, my person, to be exact. My person hasn’t developed… yet who is it? I watch other people out their in life have a sense of purpose, a passion, a dream, a rich in depth persona… and me? Hah, I just take it from others and use it as my own… it’s not that I don’t have a personality, it’s just… it’s somewhere. Perhaps too damaged, too damaged to come out.. or perhaps way too damaged for any help. Oh well, “34/ just hope the universe does something… well… for me..

౨ৎ 0.6(10.25.MMXXIV):

I adore them. I hug my pillow to sleep, and my thoughts drift to them. Our situation might be strange to 99% of people on planet earth, but I can’t resist them.

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౨ৎ 0.7(10.28.MMXXIV): Todays been stressful. I feel like my insides are bubbling and I’m on the verge of tipping over. I feel like a disappointment right now, kinda just want to sleep on a cloud and never wake up. Thank god I gotten sweets during dinner, I don’t think I would be able to hold in my anger and stress much longer. Seeing those pastries in the fridge on the perfect day is like a blessing from god. I don’t know what makeup looks good on me, what to do to make my skin look paler, and I don’t even know if my Amazon package is going to arrive before the DAY comes. Geeez, when will I ever have a week I don’t have stress and anxiousness and anxiety?! I don’t even think i can work for anyone at this point because I’m too afraid to make a mistake. I’m clumsy, and I’m like a robot! I don’t even get a clue on when someone tells me what to do by their body movements, it’s like I have some form of bad body articulation. I might as well hope my life expectancy ends right NOW. Reality is wayyy too harsh on me and I don’t think I can handle it at this point. The comfiest and safest place is likely my sheets, yes, my sheets. Theirs not a single day I’m never missing the warmth and fluffiness of my pillows and blankets…

[garussy]

I have a headcanon that all the kids in camp half blood and Jupiter have something about themselves besides the add, adhd, dyslexia.

They all have some kind of condition.

Like they don’t have bridges in their feet or they are double jointed in weird places.

The all have either straight or hooked noses because I love those noses and they deserve more love.

Just children of Aphrodite who don’t have stereotypical beauty features like big noses or moles.

Also like Hermes kids being super fast but not agile.

They run around camp a lot and occasionally you will just hear a THUD and some poor Hermes kid walking to Will because they ran face first into a wall and hit their nose.

They have little jokes and slang that is funny to THEM but if they go back to school and try and tell the same joke or use the slang they will just get silence.

A lot of them grow a bunch of body hair and some of them don’t want to spend the time shaving every other day.

The kids that have experienced the modern world and have played sims will talk sim language to eachother in front of kids who have been at camp their whole lives and claim they are bilingual when asked about it.

A lot of kids of Apollo have vitiligo and when Apollo becomes Lester he affectionately calls them “little sunspots”.

Hecate kids constantly talk trash about Harry Potter and how inaccurate the magic is.

If the kids that go home after summer have a birthday during the school year Chiron will schedule a birthday for them during summer so they can celebrate at camp.

There was a time where the gods were getting sent hate mail directed towards “you know who you are” and it took them a while to realize it was Sally Jackson but they couldn’t do anything about it because they didn’t want to anger Percy.

Percy has a lazy eye specifically the kind that turns his eye in a little.

A lot of the campers had baby faces and the campers that grew out of the baby face absolutely HATE old pictures of them.

Annabeth has a big nose that’s a little crooked from getting punched during capture the flag.

Clarisse has a soft spot for Aphrodite and Hephaestus kids after what happened to Charlie and Silena.

Percy also has a little soft spot for Hephaestus kids.

Annabeth has a soft spot for Hermes kids.

Annabeth will 100% be disappointed if some Hermes kids did something but if someone came up to her and asked “did you see some Hermes kids run by with a bunch of paint” she would say no even though she did.

Leo eats tomatoes like apples and everyone cringes at it.

Harley went through a biting phase and most conversations would go like this:

Camper: aw! He’s kissing your cheek!

Victim, who is holding Harley: he’s so cute!

Leo, frantically trying to catch up: NO HE’S NOT!

Victim, who just got bit on the cheek by Harley: aaaaaAaaAAaAAAAAHHHHH!!

Based on a a true story of what my cousin did to me when I was a baby :)

Percy sounds like a dying whale when he sings but Annabeth sounds pretty good.

Annabeth and Percy have a mini army of kids that are all just clones of Annabeth and Percy loves it.

Percy would change is name to Chase-Jackson or Jackson-Chase but mainly go by Mr. Chase so when they go to fancy events and people go up to Percy like “oh Mr. Chase your architect work is wonderful!” He can just say “sorry you mean my WIFE!”.

And Annabeth uses the signature “Chase” just so they can do that.

Percy had massive hands even as a kid.

So did Leo.

These two are like big foot but for hands.

When walking Percy, Annabeth, and Grover will hold onto eachother in some way.

If Annabeth constantly spews architect facts then Percy constantly spews ocean animal facts.

Leo relates to Beastboy from Teen Titans on a personal level.

Apollo’s three canon kids once got into an argument because “you couldn’t dream of doing what I do!” So Will tried music, Austin tried archery, and Kayla tried medicine.

It was a nightmare.

Percy’s favorite movie as a kid was Cheaper by the Dozen and he always dreamed of having a bunch of siblings so when he got to camp and saw that all the other cabins had a bunch of kids he was so excited and it lasted three seconds before realizing he was the only Poseidon kid until Tyson came along.

Leo has had a crush on everyone in the Argo II crew and the crushes lasted from 3 days to several months.

Demeter kids are jealous that Percy can talk to pegasi and will try to whisper to the pegasi but they don’t answer.

Also Piper giving of pick me vibes is not it.

Instead I believe she goes out of her way to support her more feminine siblings even if it’s not her thing.

Piper and Jason also hated Leo’s relationship with Calypso.

Piper also fought Calypso after she insulted Leo and Piper won.

[favonius-captain]

— superache

˚ SUMMARY. the genshin boys as conan gray songs

˚ FEATURING. ayato, albedo, childe, kaeya, thoma, xiao x gn! reader

˚ WARNINGS. angst, hurt/comfort pt 2 coming soon. also not proofred and written as a fever dream on jet lag. first work in months baby

˚ LINKS. masterlist

˚ NOTES. i am so dead. xiao idea credit to @lemonswriting

albedo (memories)

you had been broken up with albedo for months now

albedo can pinpoint the exact moment he felt his heart break, when you said  i don’t think we can continue doing this

he knew it wouldn’t work. he knew you deserved better than him

he knew that you deserve someone better–someone who can take care of you, who can come visit more often

it doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. it always hurts

so all he said was okay, and he buries himself in work. he continues back to dragonspine, hoping to bury all memory of you

he works tirelessly–he works to forget how you used to sit in the back of the lab, making bracelets for him

he works so he doesn’t hear your laughter. he works so he doesn’t think of your fingers threading through his hair at the end of a long day

he works to forget. he works to drown

when he hears a knock on his door, three months after your breakup, he expects sucrose, jean maybe even

he doesn’t expect you

he opens the door, an “oh” falling from his lips

you smile at him. god it’s the same smile.

“uh, hi.” you hesitate at the edge of the doorway. there’s a lingering awkwardness in the air. albedo hates it. “i just want to talk.”

don’t ruin this for me, albedo thinks. i’m trying to get over this. don’t do this. don’t make me regret it all over again.

when there’s silence, you continue.

“not–not about us. i mean–sucrose told me you weren’t taking care of yourself. so i–” you rub the back of your neck, “i made your favorite. the sunshine sprat.”

and he feels it again–he feels his heart breaking, he feels it cracking again

because even after this–even after this, you’re still good

he wants to hate you. he wants to love you. he wants to get over you. 

but he doesn’t say that. 

instead: 

“do you want to come in? i know we are no longer an item, but we can stay friends, yes?”

and when you smile, he swears his heart throbs. when you smile, he feels his chest tighten

when you eat with him, he can’t help but be reminded of old times. when you tuck him into bed, refusing to leave until he rests, he knows he can’t separate your name from love. 

i wish that you had stayed in my memories. he thinks. i really do.

ayato (movies)

this is wrong, ayato knows.

this–this, stolen kisses under the night sky. this–sneaking in through the back window to see you.

this is wrong. this is so wrong.

because this is not meant to be. this is a fantasy. this is a dream

because ayato’s not allowed to want many things. and ayato knows he’s not want you

but he loves you. and you love him

but this isn’t a movie. and you both know this won’t last

and even when he steals another kiss under the sky, and whispers an “i love you” you both know this won’t last

“you will never break my heart,” he whispers to you, knowing it’s a lie. “we’ll be together forever.”

but this isn’t a light novel.  and eventually, all must wake up from their dreams

 and when he inevitably becomes swamped in work, and you become a liability, he lets you go

when his job threatens your safety, he lets you go

ayato isn’t allowed to want many things. his job always sees to it

(more utc!)

childe (the exit)

it’s mid november when he sees you again. 

it’s been eight months since he left, eight months since you two broke up. it’s been eight months since you stormed out of the house, taking all your stuff with you

it’s been eight months since childe’s returned home to a light on. 

he’s doing fine. at least, that’s what childe tells himself

because he doesn’t let himself feel it–he doesn’t let himself feel it when he works, when he does his job. 

he doesn’t let himself feel it until it’s four am and he is alone.

it’s been eight months since you broke up. and it has been eight months since childe has felt himself. 

and yet, childe still can’t find himself to say it’s over.

he sees you again at wanmin restaurant–you’re sitting alone, and he sees your face brighten 

at first, he thinks you see him. but your eyes slide right over him

and then he sees–he sees him. 

he’s from your hometown–childe remembers the days you used to talk about your almost lover from your high school. he remembers pouting, before you kissed it away, laughing and saying he was the only one

childe stands at the entrance of wanmin, feeling his heart clench. he feels it break when you embrace your new lover, smile brighter than the stars 

he doesn’t know what he expects–he doesn’t know what he wants

he doesn’t know if he wants you to feel the same pain he does–the same loneliness, the same longing he does. he doesn’t know if he wants you to move on like this, he doesn’t know anything

but you’ve healed. clearly you have. because your smile is dazzling, when your new lover wipes sauce from your lips with a napkin

you’re both scarred, childe knows. but childe’s wounds are still deep, while your’s have been carefully bandaged and healed by a new lover

and all childe can do, is stand at the exit, staring at a boy who’s not him

you’ve made a new future. and he’s not apart of this one.

diluc (footnote)

you met diluc while training to be a favonius knight

it didn’t take you long to fall in love–many were in love with the youngest cavalry captain

he was always kind to you–you sparred with him, daily, equally matched. but every time he had knocked you over, he had always offered you a hand, and a crooked smile

you became close friends with him over the years–and, eventually, you gathered the guts to ask him out

and he had said yes

you had been overjoyed at the time–and you should’ve been. you couldn’t have possibly known what would follow the night after

diluc never showed up to training the next day. he had vanished completely

and it’s only later that you hear his father had died

you reached out to him, but he never replied. he didn’t replied, and then he left all together

you still send him letters, when you hear he’s departed to snezhnaya. 

you get one back once.

“sorry i haven’t been replying. i’ve been busy.”

and it’s then you realize–it’s then you realize, you’re merely a footnote in diluc’s book. and he has bigger things to worry about

and you understand. so you put your pen away, and you don’t buy another stamp

and even when he returns to mondstadt, you don’t say anything

you’re merely a footnote.  and you’ll keep it that way

kaeya (family line)

you love each other. 

but that doesn’t mean you’re right for each other

you’re both young, and you’re both dumb

kaeya’s mother has told him three lies that he can remember. and he remembers them clearly

the first lie: the monsters under his bed are just lonely

he and you fight constantly–it always starts with you accusing him, do this, do that, and kaeya brushes it off, until it explodes

and kaeya deflects–he always does

he deflects, and you leave. the door slams behind you

he’s not lonely. he’s still a monster.

the second lie: if you touch any bottle from the “reserved” cabinet, it will turn into a giant worm and eat you

but he doesn’t want to fight. kaeya never has. and neither do you

so it’s another situation that never gets solved–another problem buried under a drowning kiss, another night at the tavern so kaeya can forget

the bottle from the “reserved cabinet” is the same as in the tavern. and kaeya can drown. he can drown until he is two thousand miles below sea level and can no longer hear reason

but when it’s four am, and he’s still awake in your shared bed, he wants to turn you over and whisper an apology. he wants to tell you he’s sorry. he wants to say something.

but kaeya’s good at telling lies. he’s told a million to survive. he gets it from his mother

and he’s not sure how to let that part of himself go

so he doesn’t, turning over to his side of the bed. he knows better than to be truthful. the truth has already broken one relationship. he won’t let it break another

third lie: i will always be there

kaeya should know better. he should know that you won’t stay

he is his mother’s son after all

thoma (best friend)

you’ve been thoma’s best friends for years

best friends. the words taste bitter in your mouth

because you’re not just that–or, that’s not true. you don’t want to be, just that

and everyone knows–everyone knows how you look at your best friend. everyone sees the love that’s reached further than just platonic

and the old grandmother on the street sees the way you soften when he smiles at you, or the way you let him drag you anywhere

you and thoma have been best friends for years. and you have loved him for years

you ran a boba store that ayato quite liked. and thoma had always had to run there, to pick up boba for ayato

during those times, you’d talk. and during those times, you fell a little more in love every day

you’re not as friendly as thoma–in fact, you’re the opposite

but you fit

you fit in a way you can’t explain–you match thoma in a way you can’t explain

and you hate it–you hate it, because you can’t let the idea of him go

because nobody else would go grocery shopping with you at two am. nobody else would wake up, at five in the morning, to go on a run for your dog

nobody else would hold you back from the karen on the street, cradling you until you’ve calmed down

nobody else would cup your face into his hands, and whisper sweet nothings when there are tears streaming from your eyes

because thoma sees you–he sees the nasty side, the kind side. and he’s stuck with you through it all. 

but he doesn’t see how every time someone is mean to him, they’ve suddenly disappeared the next morning

he doesn’t see the way your face splits into a smile every time you see him–or the way your heart melts every time he pulls you into an embrace

thoma sees you

just not the way you want

xiao (people watching)

xiao sticks to his routine

xiao’s life has always been monotone–it’s been different shades of black and red, blood on his hands, black steam curling from his fingertips

but it’s always been mundane. it’s always been the same routine

there is one thing that isn’t part of his routine–you

you’re a mortal who works at wangshu inn, and you often find yourself looking out the window, to see an adepti

you officially meet him when threatened by a treasure hoarder than xiao easily vanquishes

he doesn’t talk much. that’s fine. you talk more than enough for both of you

he can’t pinpoint the exact moment–he can’t name a moment that he falls in love with you. but he does know the moment he realizes

and it’s one day, when up on the rooftop of wangshu inn, when you smile at him, putting a flower crown in his hair

he wants to push you away. he wants to tell you stupid mortal, but he can’t bring himself to

and he knows he’s screwed

xiao does everything with caution –it’s part of his training

but this–

there was no caution with falling in love. 

this is too messy. love is meant for mortals, not adepti

because xiao is two thousand years old. he’s watched mortals fall in love, watched them out of love, die in love. he’s watched it all

and xiao is not allowed to have those things. he’s not meant to feel love and emotion

he’s meant to be on the sidelines. and he’s been okay with that

but this–

this is dangerous. this makes him want. 

and adepti are not allowed to want. they’re meant for the sidelines

you’re a mortal–he’s an adeptus. he shouldn’t forget that

so he cuts you out–he cuts you out like he always does. he runs–he doesn’t appear on the roof anymore, hidden in the shadows

xiao cuts people out. and he always ends up all alone. he doesn’t know why it still hurts 

xiao should know better. he should stick to his routine

[junniepop]

JJK men and a male reader

So I died and came back. Now my inbox is filled with a lot of Jujutsu Kaisen stuff with a male reader, so I looked around and noticed there aren't a lot of male writers or even gender neutral ones, meaning that's what I'll be doing for awhile. This first request is...

before I get started, if you'd like to request something, then please see my masterlist

JJK boys with a male s/o

Warnings: aged up and language oh and some nsfw stuff cuz that's what they wanted.

Characters: I. Yuuji, F. Megumi, G. Satoru, N. Kento, R. Sukuna, T. Aoi

I. Yuuji

Isn't hung up by you being male, I feel as Yuuji got older, the more open minded he became. His sexuality was something that evolved as he aged and had a big change in his mid teenage years when he was exploring himself. Into his late teens he began seeing people of all types of representation, he simply did not care how they presented themselves.

That leads us to you, our gorgeous male that has Yuuji simping. All seriousness, this man loves entirely, some might even find it to be smothering. He is the type to text you paragraphs of good morning and goodnight texts, always leaving something for you to eat in the fridge, brings something home because it reminded him of you, and always always makes time to call you before a mission.

Yuuji always has random thoughts about you. Like, "Should I make his favorite tonight?" "I wonder what he's doing." "Oh....that would look so cute on him, should I get it?" "AH this charm has our initials on it! that means it was meant to be!"

If you're a sorcerer, Yuuji d e m a n d s to be your partner on missions and he will have a fit if someone says no. Is constantly stressing himself out over your well being, even if he knows you can handle yourself. always asking about your technique and is amazed every time he sees it. Very protective, stands in front of you a lot and when he see's you struggling he doesn't hesitate to get the curse's attention regardless of his own situation.

Also just because I feel like he would: Yuuji gave you a promise ring when he realized you were the one he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

He has this need to prove to you that he is a fit partner, Like showing you he can cook, has his own place, very responsible with his money and what not.

The type of guy to send you a million snaps a day. He will literally show you everything he did that day and wants the same in return.

Every date with him somehow includes a physical activity. Going out to dinner? chances are Yuuji will see an arcade and more specifically the DDR in the background.

NSFW

In terms of sexual stuff, Yuuji seems like a top, but has definitely thought about bottoming and upon trying it- was not into it. Does not matter if you're much bigger than him or not, he will top you. However, Yuuji is rather submissive when it comes to his partner, he will say yes to whatever it is you want. You want him to be soft and gentle, he'll do it. You want him to absolutely wreck your ability to walk, he'll do it.

The first time Yuuji tried stuff with a guy, he for sure looked up if it would hurt and read that anal could be very painful, was TERRIFIED that he would hurt the guy. Definitely was asking with every movement if he was okay. With you he's more confident, but still askes if you're okay throughout the event.

Man is simple, likes very intimate positions where he can see your face. Heavily into pleasing you, he tries any kinks you're into even if he's not that into it. Loves being praised, it just does something to his brain, in that same line- any sounds you make go straight to his dick. Really enjoys marking, is proud to cover you in them too.

The type of guy to enjoy eating you out, like fully sit on his face. Plus it helps his dick slide in smoother.

Yuuji will lose his mind if you say you want to milk him. Yuuji usually never thinks about his own pleasure, so when you want to pleasure him until he's empty, mans is not readyyyy. Just stutters out an okay and proceeds to go stupid when you start.

Conclusion

Yuuji loves you entirely. Trusts you 100% and would do anything to keep your life stable and happy. Yuuji just wants to grow old with you tbh, so in love with the idea.

If you were to break up with him, he would be devastated, unable to continue on for a long time. I mean he placed his everything into you, why would you do this to him?

all in all, it is a very stable relationship as long as you don't take him for granted because he is prone to letting people use him.

F. Megumi

Definitely did not care you were male. Megumi cares about a person's mentality, their goals and dreams, the way a person carries themselves. When Megumi met you, he found you quite attractive, your drive is what lured him in and from there his feelings developed.

Megumi is subtle in showing his affection. Little touches here, sticky notes meant just for you, always carrying 'extra' snacks. It actually might take you awhile to notice his affections for you, simply because it is so subtle. Megumi seems like the person to wait until you confess. However. Megumi would confess if he gets pushed to or knows he won't get rejected.

Once he confesses, his love is soft and soothing with a hint of awkwardness. Megumi in the beginning would be showing affection through words and small acts of service, always telling you how much he appreciates you and doing things for you. Some of these things would be things like picking up snacks for you, doing your laundry, leaving you some of his clothes. He likes to do these things without you knowing because I think it lessens the embarrassment he feels doing it.

Even if you are in a long term relationship with him, he always gets flustered by you. Megumi is naturally reserved, so telling him I love you with sincerity will cause him to malfunction. Poor boy freezes and stutters around his words while avoiding eye contact.

Now, physical contact in this relationship is a tell tale sign of how much Megumi trusts you and loves you. Megumi is the type of person to reserve physical touch for someone he completely trusts, so with you, this will let you know his true feelings.

Touch would start with closeness at first, just grazing hands or bumping knees, but would develop into hours of intimate cuddling because he's touched starved. KISSING, oh my lord- his kisses tell you everything he feels. so intense, no matter how soft he kisses you.

if you're a sorcerer, Megumi is the type to go on missions with you, but doesn't complain if he can't go with you. However, worries a lot and contemplates going after you. Unlike Yuuji, who would go to literal war, Megumi trusts your strength a lot. The only time he is like yuuji is against a particularly strong curse. Loves fighting together though, it shows how much you trust him.

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Megumi gives me verse energy. Like he was a top for a long time, asked you if he could bottom once and was surprisingly into it. So now when the mood arises, its whatever you guys are in the mood for. You guys often take turns.

His first time was with you- Megumi just seems like a late bloomer and you were the only person he did stuff with. He's very gentle because he knows it can be painful, I think sexually his fear is not being good enough for you, so give him as much reassurance as you can.

Now this boy is rather kinky despite his personality. Loves when you beg, drives him mad to hear your pleas and whimpers. Likes the pain of you needing something to hold onto when he tops which results in scratches down his back and the pulling of his hair. Doesn't think condoms are necessary because you're the only person for him in his eyes- aka likes breeding. When he bottoms, he enjoys riding and wants to see your face as he does. Do not get it twisted though, he's very much into you messing him up and railing him.

SEND THIS BOY NUDES. DO IT. Mans will sprint home if he has to. Don't do it too often or he'll get used to it. Maybe like once every two-ish weeks. Or better yet do it while he's on a mission. Megumi always tries to answer you, so expecting something serious, he short circuits when its just a pic of you in some underwear he thought he ripped the last time you guys were intimate.

Conclusion

Shy boy into some kinky things with his partner. It might take him some time to develop a deep relationship with you because he's scared you'll leave, but as long as you provide him the security he needs, he'll stay by your side indefinitely.

If you were to break up with him, you're just like his dad in his eyes and the betrayal would result in him locking many people out. Unlike Yuuji, who's emotions pour out of him, many wouldn't know Megumi is barely scrapping by.

G. Satoru

Gojo doesn't give a rats ass how you present yourself, he lives by the motto "a hole's a hole." What truly would make Gojo invest in more than casual hooking up is your personality. Gojo needs someone who doesn't need him and doesn't care about who he is in the sorcerer world. Someone like that would capture his eye rather quick and this man is like "Eh? I'm GOJO SATORU, you know top dog?" and you would just blink and go back to whatever it was you were doing.

Shows off so much trying to impress you. "ne ne (Y/n) did you see me squash that special grade into dust?" *sigh* "Yes Gojo, I also saw you split one into a thousand pieces and turn another into a ball." so unamused by his abilities.

The one time he saw amazement cross your features is when he was playing the piano (I feel Gojo's other talents were never looked at and everyone saw him as this god like being, all he wants is someone to look at other things he can do.) and his heart skipped a beat. Because his first goal was just get into your pants, he was quite surprised you were more interested in his normal talents. This is where he begins showing you his real side, still a teasing man child, but he begins asking you about your interests and seeing what you have in common.

The more he learns, the harder it is for him to find a way not to commit to you. You see Gojo subconsciously looks for a reason to leave, he hates being tied down and is super flighty. Then there's you, ticking all his boxes without even knowing it. There's only been one person to do that.

So he takes a leap and goes for it. He's still scared that he'll get burned like last time, but he's willing to try.

One of the requirements to being with Gojo is you need to be strong in your own right. Gojo is an extremely powerful man with many enemies, so his partner must be able to handle themselves. Being a sorcerer, Gojo would B E G you to go with him on literally every single mission and would throw the biggest tantrum until you say yes. Sometimes when he's being particularly childish, he'll stop fighting the curses to watch you do it. "You can do it (Y/n)-chan, if you win I'll give you kisses." Takes everything in your power not to launch your technique right at him as he sits there with his shit-eating grin.

This man in the beginning of your relationship is immediately extremely handsy. Just all up on you all the time, but little do you know is, this is really a protective measure for when you're out of the house. At home, he's still handsy, but you can just feel how different it is. He'll come and fall asleep on you, stand behind you when you're doing your skincare routine, always following you around the house.

Overtime, you'll become his place to rest when he needs to recharge. You're the only time Gojo gets a break from being at the top. It makes you wonder if he ever truly gets to be normal.

Overall, Gojo's love is deceptively delicate because his personality is quite childish, he uses it as a mask to hide how he's really feeling. So you might think everything is going swimmingly until he ups and leaves you. Once he starts showing you that real side of him, that's when you have him wrapped around your finger.

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This man is incredibly horny. His stamina is very high and he's very kinky. Gojo is a dominant verse whore. It doesn't matter if he's taking or giving, he's always in control. Honey you were not first and you might not be the last, this man is very confident in pleasuring you.

Gojo like I said, is incredibly kinky. He enjoys degrading you, overstimulating you until you beg him to stop, he wants to break you and make you only crave him. Seriously, you might want to think about a safe word because this man won't stop until you're not even speaking coherent sentences. In saying that there are somethings that you can try (key word 'try') to do to make him lose his mind. One of those things is a blowjob, his dick is incredibly sensitive in certain areas, so he'll become a mind-numbed mess if you're good enough. Another is softly begging in his ear and saying how he's the only one who makes you feel this way aka call him your god in bed and he'll bust right then and there.

Phone sex. Legit will call you if you guys haven't been together for a few days and all you hear are his whines and groans. "Guess what I'm doing cutie~"

THIS MAN- you're never safe to answer your phone because one time you opened the snap and it was him lazily jacking his dick. You have a small heart attack every time the notif is a snap from Gojo, just praying you can open it in public and 9/10 you can't.

The type of guy to get handsy in public places. Just in your ear like "Baby pleeeeasssseeeee can we fuck in public, I promise you'll still be able to walk when I'm done."

Conclusion

Gojo is a rollercoaster of a relationship that needs it's rider to be okay with a lot of distance for awhile and sudden disappearances. Without the right criteria, the relationship is doomed to fail.

If you were to break up with him, he would immediately sleep with as many people as he can to numb himself from the pain of having a hole ripped right through him. He'd go back to that childish personality, but you can feel the edge in his words despite his tone.

N. Kento

Nanami gives me 'gave up on the sex of my partner ages ago' energy. Like he has tried relationships with a lot of people and realized all people suck. So you being a man means nothing to him, you just have to prove to him you're not shitty like everyone else.

The type of guy that takes you out on proper dates in the beginning. It's usually dinner because of his job, but sometimes he'll ask you to lunch. Nanami will bring you small gifts like flowers or Knick knacks he thought you'd like.

Nanami likes someone a little younger than himself, probably around 23-24, they still have that idealistic thought process but with realistic foundations. He likes someone who can be serious, but still enjoys things like joyrides or going out bowling.

Nanami is a very uptight guy, so you're going to have to work to get him to relax. When you do, this is when he starts to see you as long time partner rather than someone who is just for fun. Literally goes from stick up his ass, to a big softie that just wants to curl up in bed with you. He'll start smiling more and doing intimate things like bathing together.

Nanami would probably rather have someone outside the sorcerer world so he doesn't have to think about work when he sees you. He wouldn't complain if you were though, gives him a lot less to worry about since he knows you can handle yourself. Doesn't even stress when you go on missions by yourself, he respects your strength.

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Now Nanami is moderately kinky. He's definitely a top and will not change. He's into ddlb (dom daddy and little boy for my innocents out there.) Very much into control and making you take it, he's not one for brats and will tame that shit right out of you. Doesn't need a safe word, he's very good at gauging your reactions. Really really into deep throating and you better learn how to breathe or you'll be struggling. Likes breeding, so he would be glad you can't have children.

Conclusion

Nanami’s love is traditional and straight forward. He likes routine to a certain degree and that degree ends at stable relationship, everything else is not that fun without a level of risk to him, but he likes that when he comes home, you'll be right there.

if you were to break up with him, Nanami would sigh and say he told himself so. He's hurt, but it'll solidify that people are still and always will be shitty.

R. Sukuna

Sukuna does not do love. period. The only way I could see him giving notice to someone is if they are powerful, someone who can bring him amusement. Sukuna only does thing for his own entertainment end of discussion.

I’m going to be using post-Yuuji Sukuna, so he’s restricted by Yuuji himself and can’t outright cause chaos at all times. This way Sukuna has to spend more time with people than he’d like to, normally he would just kill something once he’s bored, but now he has to deal with them.

Noticed your technique through Yuuji and was amused, much like Megumi, he thought your curse technique had a lot of potential to be devastating. As Yuuji spent more time with you, Sukuna began noticed more things about you, like that you cooked better than Yuuji, were extremely versatile in battle with your technique and so on.

The type to notice your attraction to him and act on it. He can’t really do much since he’s in Yuuji’s body, so he’s going to work with what he’s got. Didn’t care if you’re male or female, he just likes a strong partner so he can go harder during sex.

Your relationship would start with being his toy, something to bring him pleasure that is all. With Sukuna, you must both respect him and not fear him. He’s very big on respect and trust, but hates when someone he views as ‘important’ fears him because they’ll betray him the second they can. Everyone else can fear him, he doesn’t care.

Sukuna is also highly unpredictable and unstable, be prepared for death at a moments notice tbh. He’ll kill you if he feels like it. In a deeper relationship, Sukuna is a hard pressed tsundere, saying things quite harshly. Saying things like, “Here brat, I don’t need you breaking just yet.” “Dumbass, that curse was stronger than you.” “I took care of them because you’re weak.”

Trust between Sukuna and you is a game of high stakes chess, one wrong move and you’re nothing but trash to him. However, succeed in earning his trust and you’ll be rewarded with a loyal man. Though Sukuna hates showing vulnerability, so he’ll treat you the same in public places that he would treat anyone else. Alone, he’s alright with whatever as long as it doesn’t annoy him.

Surprisingly protective. He’ll kill curses he deems are a problem to you or rip a person limb from limb if he found a hair missing from your head. Doesn’t understand why you don’t let him handle it, he’s way stronger than you.

Is almost never soft with you unless he’s extremely tired or just waking up. Holding you as close as he can and telling you not to go. Don’t bring it up either, he’ll end you if you tell anyone.

Will never tell you, but likes touching you, you’re very soft compared to him. He’s the type of guy to have callous from years of fight and doesn’t really care about his skin to much because he’s a God in his eyes.

Would rather surrender himself to a church than admit he gets slightly giddy when you remember small details about him. Like this man has a lot of history, so when you know a tiny random detail about him, his non-existent heart shutters a little.

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This man is extremely kinky during sex. I pray for your well being because honestly I don’t know if you’re going to live through sex with him. A dom top period, that last person to even insinuate they could top him was added to his innate domain permanently.

He’s into completely dominating you and make sure you know he owns you. B I G into impact play, slapping you a lot until you’re a beautiful red. Degrading and humiliating you, honestly would let people watch so they know that you’re his property.

Actually really likes his partner to be a brat, man loves breaking you and turning you into a submissive bunny just for him. Honestly he just likes pushing people beyond their limits, like really into emotional play, he wants to see your expressions when he does something. Ooo objectification, will use you like a foot stool and sit on you. Man in general will work you hard.

In saying all that, immaculate aftercare because he knows your mind is too far gone to remember him being this caring and soft for you. Literally bathes you and gets you into bed curled up on him. Also makes sure your body didn’t sustain a lot of damage during sex.

Do. Not. Taunt. Sukuna. It will not end well. “Huuuh? You think you can handle more little boy?” Eyes narrowed and smile too tight. You’ve awoken the beast and he’s not going to leave anything unbroken.

Conclusion

Sukuna’s love is... well a bike ride through hell? To be honest you’ll never know if he loves you. Everything about him is highly unpredictable and dangerous, you could end up as worm food in seconds.

Breaking up with Sukuna... you’re joking right? You don’t have the balls to tell a man who could split you into a million pieces with a flick of the wrist, you’re breaking up with him , right?

Seriously he’ll kill you, no hesitation. It’s either realize you’re stuck with him or die. I think most people would assume he never cared at first, but he did care and now you want to leave him? Absolutely not. He set everything down for you and he’ll be damned if he lets you live without him.

T. Aoi

(First and foremost- why is it so hard to find Toudou headers.)

Okay, I’m sorry but Toudou to me is a straight guy, so I can’t really see him with a male. But, if it were to happen, I think it would go like this:

Being childhood friends with Toudou, you were used to his eccentric personality and sometimes extreme antics.

This man is EXTREMELY comfortable with you. You guys grew up together, so some of the things you guys do together would definitely be seen as way too much for friends. I’m talking sharing the same bed, bathing together, using each other’s things without permission. To you guys, you’ve been doing this since you were little, so neither of you think twice.

I think there would be a trigger that would make Toudou realize he’s more into you than being friends. Like maybe someone flirting with you, he’d at first think he’s being replaced as a friend, but it’s much deeper than that. Definitely debates in his head about what he’s feeling toward you. After going back and forth with his type of girl in his head, he’ll come to terms with it.

This is when he’ll start noticing things he’s never payed that much attention to before. Things like how small you’re compared to him, the way clothes fitted to your body, how pretty you actually were and most important difference- how he’s never noticed you have the fattest ass he’s ever seen.

Seriously this man’s sexuality went from women to women + you.

Toudou isn’t the type to wait either, as soon as he knows how he feels, he confesses. He’s the type of guy to say “take it or leave it, that is how I feel.”

You kinda just stand there. Like, huh? Toudou are you feeling okay? Have- have you been cursed? There’s no way, Toudou middle name pussy pounder Aoi just said he was into you romantically... right?

After the shock, you reciprocated his feelings and began dating.

Now, this man- S U P E R affectionate and devoted. Always wanting to hold hands or link arms. He loves cuddling and playing with your hair while you sleep on him. Puddy in your hands if you give him a massage.

Toudou is immensely dedicated. He knows your favorite foods down to the amount of salt you use on your fries, knows what sizes you prefer for hoodies, shirts, button ups and so on, and this man knows your favorite movies by heart.

He’s the type to buy you something simply because you said it was starting to give you problems.

Lovvvvessss dates. I mean he’s a hopeless romantic, he wants to take you on really cheesy dates that you’d see honeymoon couples go on.

The type to want to match clothing or jewelry.

If you’re a sorcerer, he’s wanting to train everyday, he likes seeing you in action. Double points if you can match him in strength too. He respects your strength enough to not worry about you, he’s confident in his S/o’s abilities.

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Top. Enough said. Ok but seriously, he wants to clap you cheeks so bad.

Toudou has the biggest size kink too, I’m talking like he’s the type to point right at your navel and say “I’m right here baby~ can you feel me filling you?”

His definitely into railing. His favorite position is the mating press, allows him to hit deeply and as hard as he wants.

Lovesss when you whine and beg. He wants to see how much you can take before your begging him to let you cum.

The type of guy to leave your ass a nice reddish purple color. Just two big ass hand prints on you ass and hips.

✨i m m a c u l a t e✨ aftercare. It’s almost like he’s worshipping you when he’s cleaning you up and making sure you’re taken care of.

Conclusion

Being with Toudou is like being with an Aries, he’s high energy and can get easily bored. He enjoys someone who excites him both mentally and physically. Loves a challenge. Toudou’s love is like a concentrated ball of sunlight, it’s hot and bright. He’s overly devoted to you and tells you how much you mean to him all the time.

If you break up with him, he’s the type to hold his head high until he’s alone and then he breaks down, crying into his hands. Thinking, “Was I too much?” “Maybe I wasn’t enough?” He’s confident, but he’s still a person with insecurities.

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3 dates | c.sc

pairing ➳ badboy!Seungcheol x female!reader

genre ➳ badboy au, romance, some fluff, angst, bad attempt at humour, gets spicy at the end.

word count ➳ 12.4k+ (i have NO idea how this became so long so strap in for a ride)

warnings ➳ cursing, mentions of killing, mentions criminal activities, slight violence(non explicit), smoking, ma man Seungcheol ain't your typical badboy, self doubt, blackmailing, reader does all sorts of risky things cuz she's a SIMP, blood(nothing explicit), kissing, marking, some breast worshipping, grinding, reader is horny lol. (Please lemme know if I forgot anything.)

synopsis ➳ after one fateful encounter with him you cannot get him out of your head. so you opt to do some crazy things to catch his attention and even snag a few dates with him. only trouble is he isn't the type to stay after the whole disposition is over.

Swirling the third drink in your hand you heave yet another depressed sigh. You are so tired that you feel like you can just slump on the counter and pass out. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to stop for a drink, you alcohol riddled brain thinks.

The plans you had with Katelyn was cancelled last moment; she called to tell you that her thesis submission date was moved forward and so she couldn't hang out with you tonight. You're in the middle of an existential crisis quite literally, the too many part time jobs yet still lack of money and copious amounts of study getting to you. Staring hard at your drink you contemplate if it is worth giving up on college and your dream of becoming an arts major. It sure feels tempting right now, the long hours at the diner and not enough sleep at night proving to be the worst nuisance.

Sighing you put down your drink. It's still early, you should go home and try to catch up on the much needed sleep. You really had no intention of grabbing a drink tonight; you have morning classes tomorrow but you made a last moment decision to stop for a drink on your way back home. You didn't take your usual route to home today, and while trudging through the streets tiredly you came across this bar called Seventeen's. You've heard stories about this place, how it is the home to local gangs and how it's bad people's turf and what not. Your curiosity, probably too much of that made you get inside for a drink even though all the bones in your body ached. The inside is what you expected, nowhere near fancy but dingy, just decent enough. The people inside didn't look friendly and if the chains and tattoos on them gave any indication you'd say the rumours are true; this is the turf of gangs. The drinks taste decent, not the best but not the worst and from the overall look of this place you don't really have a reason to come back.

You're about to stand up from your stool when a large, clammy hand grabs your wrist out of nowhere, making you jump. "Hey sexy, sit down. Let me buy you a drink," the owner of the hand, a large, tattooed middle aged man slurs making your nose scrunch out of disgust. You're wearing nothing that can be called sexy; a plain cardigan and jeans and the way he looks you up and down makes you want to poke his eyes out.

You really shouldn't have come here. Clenching your jaw, you meet his eyes, "What makes you think I'm interested to have a drink with you?"

"Oh come on, why would you be here then, lookin' all nice? Just sit down," the man drawls, an ugly smile on his face. He still hasn't let go of your wrist and it's making you impatient. Looks like you're gonna have to kick his balls tonight. Maybe the self defense classes didn't completely go to waste.

"Get your disgusting hands off me while I'm being nice, sleazeball," you hiss at him, trying to get his hand off. The man stands up growling, "What did you say you bitch?" You're preparing to break his nose when out of nowhere a punch lands on his face that sends him tumbling to the ground. The attacker gets on top of him and twists his arm and you can literally hear a bone snap.

Shit.

"I think she said she is not interested," the man hisses, landing yet another another hit on his face before kicking his groin and getting up. When he turns around and his eyes meet yours, your heart skips a few beats and you almost The man is drop dead gorgeous, someone you would not expect to see here but probably on the cover of a high end magazine. His blond hair is long, crossing the nape of his neck as well as some covering his forehead. What takes your breath away the most is his eyes, the most beautiful pair you've ever seen. They seem to have their own galaxies in them, so deep and mesmerising and decorated with lashes long enough to make you jealous. His dress up, black jacket and jeans, immediately tells you what he is; a gang member.

"You should get home, lady," He speaks in a no nonsense tone, his face cold as ice. But you're offended. "Excuse me? Who are you calling lady? You make it sound like I'm old." You puff your cheeks and cross your arms, trying to appear intimidating. "Besides I had the situation under control, you didn't need to butt in." The man keeps looking at you with that no nonsense look, his features displaying annoyance if you are right and he's clearly not intimidated. The dude on the floor grunts and makes an effort to get up, only to be kicked by your saviour once more. "Hey Mingyu, get him out of here. What was this piece of trash doing here anyway?" The man orders to someone before turning to look at you, "Do you live far?"

"Uh- no, a ten minutes walk from here maybe," you reply unsurely, surprised at his question. The blond haired man nods before grabbing your wrist, "I'll walk you home. Hurry up, lady." You have a feeling he's purposely calling you that and though you start following him out of the bar, you make grunts of protest.

"Oh yeah, why? Trying to find out my address? So you can come later and hurt me like that guy?" You would not be this brazen if it wasn't for the alcohol in your system, after all the man next you isn't a friendly one if the rumours are true. The man raises a brow at you, "Did you do something that requires me to beat you up?" You hiccup at his serious tone. Does he not get a joke? He lets go of your hand now that you're at a safe distance from the bar but still stays close enough to you as your steps are rather stumbling and messy. You aren't fully drunk but your body is tired and feels like will shut down any second.

You really need some sleep.

"You know I'm not that drunk. You don't have to walk me home." You complain. "I'm walking you home because this isn't a nice place you should be alone at night. What happened earlier could happen again." He says not looking at you. "Mhmm," you keep on trudging behind him, "Thank you so much for your kind gesture, sir." You mock him but he doesn't reply, staring straight ahead, completely ignoring you as he walks quietly. In silence you two walk the rest of the path, before finally stopping as your apartment comes into view. At this point it feels like your bones will break and you will plop down on the concrete any second, but you manage to keep standing. "Well, thanks for walking me home." You shift your weight from one foot to another. "And for helping me back there." He shrugs coolly, a bored expression on his face. He's turning to walk away when you call, "Hey- I didn't get your name."

"What do you need it for?" He side glances at you. You shrug, "I don't know. You helped me so I thought it'd be nice to know your name." "You don't need to. Go inside, lady." He says, his tone final and starts marching away. You wait a couple moments before yelling, "Asshole!" and quickly rushing inside your building, partly afraid he's gonna come back.

You won't be surprised if you get killed tonight.

-

"So you are telling me Choi Seungcheol walked you home?" Katelyn screams in your ear, jolting up from her seat, earning glares from other people at the library in the process. "That's his name?" You whisper-yell, grabbing her hand to pull her back down. "I'm guessing from the blond hair you said," Katelyn shrugs. "Uh huh." You mean back in your chair, "He was hot though."

"Is that seriously all you have to say?" Katelyn whines exasperatedly. "No, I mean, if it wasn't for the way he dresses or talks I would have thought he's a model or something." You murmur.

"Are you sure he didn't hurt you?" Katelyn questions. "Hell no!" You frown. "He saved me from that creepy old dude. I was surprised too. I wish I didn't drink so much, I could have gotten a better look at his face," you sigh. "Seriously?" Katelyn raises a brow at you.

"Girl, you should have seen him. His aura and the way he carried himself was...so hot." You grin to yourself. Katelyn watches you like you've grown two heads. "Are you trying to tell me you have a crush on that gangster?" You smile sheepishly, "Maybe, I mean it's harmless. He was broody yet charming and I'm a girl so.... Also, it's not like he likes me too and is gonna come running whenever I ask him to bang me." You mutter.

"Oh he's gonna break your bones and bang your skull against a wall. That's what he's gonna do."

"Come on! Maybe he isn't so bad. Maybe the rumours are just rumours. Maybe he just looks intimidating and dresses up like that and people thinks he's a gangster." "Really? His name is on every bad thing that happens around here. From illegal racing to murders. Do you know that people say he has killed too?" "Like I said, rumours," you shrug being your stubborn self. Katelyn holds her hands up in surrender, "You know what? It doesn't matter. I'm glad you're alive so let's just put this behind us, shall we?" You don't reply but wiggle your brows at her, a conspirational look on your face. "Oh no, don't look at me like that," Katelyn warns. "Let's go to that bar tonight. Please?" You give her your best puppy eyes. "What are you? Fucking crazy? You wanna get killed?" She whisper-yells, scowling at you. "No. I just wanna take another look at him. Without the alcohol in my system you know. Besides, the place isn't that bad." You reply.

"Well then get killed by yourself. I'm not coming with you."

"I'll help you with your papers for the rest of the semester."

"Shit."

-

"Well, looks like your wish won't be coming true," Katelyn muses chugging down her fourth glass as you keep playing with your first one. It's nearing an hour since you've come to the bar and there has been no sign of the man you desperately seek. The place is exactly like it was the other day, filled with people who you wouldn't want to mess with.

Yet here you are.

"Let's call it a night," Katelyn sighs. "We're just wasting our time." You know that too but you don't want to leave; not just yet. You are well aware that this is just pathetic but you've this crazy urge to see that man once again. You don't know why you feel this way; you never felt like this before. Why are thinking yourself to death about a complete stranger? Has some kind of spell been casted on you?

"Yeah, let's get going," you murmur half heartedly. You help your friend stand up as she's a little wobbly on her feet and together you make your way through the door. "Should we call a cab?" You ask Katelyn. She shakes her head no and you nod, you arms wrapped around hers to support her in case she looses her balance. You start stepping away from the bar and towards the road to her place until a noise from behind makes you stop in your tracks.

"Did you hear that?" You ask, whipping your head behind. There's no one around and the street is mostly dark other than the light flashing from the name of the bar. You hear the sound once again and this time you can locate where it's coming from. There's an abandoned playground at the back of the bar and you've a feeling that's the source.

Katelyn hisses as she sees you step towards there. "What are you doing!"

"Didn't you hear that?"

"Yes I did. That's why I say we leave!" You ignore her and cautiously keep on stepping forward, mentally cursing yourself for wearing heels. Katelyn follows behind you murmuring all kinds of warnings. "You know curiosity killed the cat, right?" She whispers.

You roll your eyes, "Well I'm not a cat. Just- be quiet. It can be nothing." You both move past the bar gingerly and towards the playground at the back. There are old gallons of oil and abandoned materials just around the corner and you two quickly hide among them. It takes you a while to get adjusted to the low light after you poke your head up from the hiding spot.

You're eyes fix on him immediately. His blond hair makes him easily recognisable amid the darkness. There is a few more people around him, all kicking something in the ground. Not something, but someone. The man lying on the ground groans in pain and you realize this is what you both heard. "Shit," You hear Katelyn curse from beside you. "We need to get going." Instead of replying, you keep your eyes trained on the scene unfolding, holding your breath. You're tranced. Seungcheol lands continuous punched on the guy laying below him and after a moment his writhing frame seems to stop moving as it falls limp.

Fuck.

"You know in movies this is the part where people get caught." Katelyn whispers, her voice hoarse and her hand clutching yours in a tugging motion. "Uh-huh. But I can't seem to move. I wonder if he's... really dead." You whisper back. "Are you fucking crazy!" She hisses. "You wanna witness murder?"

Before you can reply you hear a sound that echoes through the empty field and it takes a second for you two to realise that it came from any one of you two. You don't have the time to figure out who made it as you both are crawling away from the playground without looking back, head crouched low to avoid being seen. You don't know if they heard that or if they're coming behind you, you both just keep scrambling, moving until you're past the corner. As soon as possible you both get on your feet and run like the grim reaper is chasing you, stopping only when you are far enough from the bar.

"I am never listening to you again!" Katelyn yells.

-

It's been a good few days since your near death experience and you somehow find yourself in front of that bar once again. You and Katelyn have not brought up that incident after that night. You made yourself believe that it was over and came to a conclusion that it is better to forget that man and leave all of it behind, no matter how much your heart disagreed. But it's easier said than done; you may not mention him out loud but in the back of your mind you think of him. He's like a ghost, haunting you all the time, plagueing your thoughts when you go to bed at night. It felt like he was ever existent and there was an itch in your heart that drove you insane.

Maybe that's why your subconscious brought you here, in front of Seventeen's, once again. You were on your way back home from library and you thought you took your usual route, until you realized you were standing in front of that place. But what is even terrifying is that the man haunting your mind stands in front of the entrance of the bar and you blink a few times to make sure you are not hallucinating. He's leaned against the entrance door, cigarette between his lips and from his pocket he fetches a lighter to light the poison in his mouth.

Damn, lighting up a cigarette never looked this sexy.

He hasn't seen you yet and you contemplate running the other way. That's the sensible thing to do but you, not being a sensible person, start walking towards him. Your footsteps make him look up and notice you and like the last time, there is no expression on his face. It's the same bored yet handsome face except now in daylight you can take a better look at him and this time, you notice a little mole on the left of his face, by his nose. Realising he's gonna stay silent you decide to speak, "Hi... It's me... Do you remember me?" Wow. That's such an intelligent thing to ask.

With the monotoned yet serious expression on his face, he goes, "Why won't I? I don't have Alzheimer's."

So he can joke.

You laugh, an awkward, probably exaggerated laugh. "What are you doing here? Did you not learn your lesson last time?" He cuts to the chase, his voice brassy and deep, almost threatening. You want to roll your eyes. "Who are you to say? I can be wherever I want whenever I want, thank you very much." "Well then, have fun getting in trouble like last time." He's nonchalant as he blows a smoke right past you and stands up straight, turning away. "Wait!" You almost grab his hand, desperate to stop him.

What is wrong with you? Your subconscious slaps her forehead. What are you holding him back for? To say 'hello sir, I think you're hot, can you please put your dick inside me'? Seungcheol turns his head back, his eyebrow cocked up.

Why do you find everything about him so attractive?

"Um...I know your name, Seungcheol." You speak, trying to sound intimidating, like knowing his name gives you some power over him. There's something definitely wrong with you which is why you don't want him to leave just yet and which is why you're stalling time. But it seems to have done the job as he pulls the cigarette out of his mouth and turns towards you, an annoyed look on his face. "How do you know that?" The timbre of his tone is deep and it rakes shivers down your spine. "Well, you've built quite a reputation for yourself so it isn't hard to get your name." You shrug coolly. "Well, if you know so much about my reputation, you should know what I'm capable of." His lone is low, almost threating as he starts to take slow steps towards you making you step back out of reflex.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Maybe you will also end up like the curious cat.

"Oh yes, I know. People have got a lot to say about you," you try to sound unfazed, not meeting his eyes that you feel are burning holes on your face. "What are you doing here, lady?" he asks slowly, pausing between each word and glaring at you as he continues to step forward. You can feel his patience thinning.

"I swear to God if you call me that-"

"What are you doing here?" This time his tone is scary, too scary. It makes you lose the ability to speak for a second as his dark gaze bores into you. He has backed you up against the wall behind you and you swallow. Right, what are you doing here? It probably has something to do with a very hot individual and his insanely attractive aura. Scratch that you are a hundred percent sure it has something to do with the blond haired, enticing man in front of you. He's driving you mad and you need to get your fill of him.

"Go out with me," you state and you are sure you've never spoken words more stupid than that. Internally, you cringe and pray that the ground below you would open and take you straight to the fiery pits.

This is the first time you see some sort of expression come across his face; surprise. He looks utterly shocked and somewhat confused. His mouth opens just a little and he squints at you, "What?"

There's no going back now.

"Go out with me. Let's go on three dates." you say once more, looking him in the eye. He seems to appear even more surprised, a dumbstruck look sitting on his face. He observes you quietly for a while and you can feel the gears in his head shifting. You wonder what he's gonna say next. Or maybe he won't say anything but bang your head on the wall and leave you to die alone. "I'm sorry I'm not following," he looks genuinely perplexed. "I want to go on three dates with you. They say after three dates you can figure out whether you like that person or not and I think I like you so..."

I think I like you.

The biggest understatement of the year.

Seungcheol tilts his head, an amused expression on his face as he studies you, those sharp eyes of his settling on yours, "What is your deal, sweetheart?" He crosses his arms, a brow raised. Sweetheart? That's new. And definitely better than lady. You can't deny how hearing him call you that makes your insides melt. "Nothing. I just want to date you," you shrug, trying to keep your wits together. His proximity is driving you wild; you can sniff a faint smell of cologne and cigarette, him being inches away from you. This time he laughs loudly, a mocking laugh you'd say. "Who sent you?"

Oh my god.

You roll your eyes. "Nobody sent me! Do I look like I'm a gang member or something?" "Then I don't see a reason why you'd want to date me," He states, throwing a challenging look at you.

"What if I said I have a thing for bad boys?"

He snorts. "You don't look the type to date bad boys," he mocks. "Who are you to say that?" You cross your arms. "I want to date you because I think you're hot, okay?" You can not believe you just said that. Looks like you don't have control over your mouth anymore. Warmth spreads throughout your face like a forest fire.

Seungcheol narrows his eyes on you, his tongue poking his cheek as he stands in front of you as if trying to read your mind. After a beat he sighs before looking at you, his eyes becoming darker than usual and his gaze unforgiving. "Hey. Does it look like I'm playing house here? Do you have any idea about the shit I do? The dirty work I do? I don't care if you have a fucking fetish or whatever but this is the last time I'm warning you. I don't want to see you around again. If I see you here once more, you're in fucking trouble," he spits and starts stomping away. His tone is serious and you know very well he is not joking, which is why you use your last resort. You're embarrassed at yourself for being so desperate but at the same time you feel shameless. It has almost turned into a game at this point, you want to make him surrender. That's right, you want him to give in. "You shouldn't be like that with me. I saw you, a few days ago. That night, when you and your friends were beating up that guy...in the playground," you casually stroll to come stand right behind him.

You can't believe you are blackmailing a gangster. Your death must be near.

Seungcheol whips his head back, his eyes glaring at you and you can almost see fire in them. Finally, you got his attention.

"My friend also saw it, we both did. You killed him, didn't you? Me and my friend witnessed a murder. What do you say? Should we go to the station?" You can see his jaw clench and you can't hold back a victorious smirk. Moments pass by as your words hang in the air and the tension between you gets thicker. Yet once more he surprises you, breaking the silence with a chuckle, "Well I killed one person, what makes you think I can't take care of another?"

You swallow.

"Well, my friend already knows so if I go missing you can be sure that the cops will come to you first." You throw back at him.

When did you get so wreckless?

Seungcheol stares at you for a few more seconds before shrugging and moving his hand dismissively, "Well then go tell the cops. I don't give a shit." He starts walking back to the bar leaving you starstruck. He stops and turns towards you before opening the door, "Also, I meant it. I hope I don't see you around. Otherwise I may just have to hurt that pretty face."

-

You don't show up after that.

Mostly because you are embarasssed.

It's been a good while after your last encounter with Seungcheol and you didn't go to the police, obviously. Because you don't have evidence and from what you've heard Seungcheol is pretty influential around here and you don't need to go to an extent to get on his bad side. You're definitely gonna end up dead if you do so, which you don't want just yet.

Classes have just finished and you and Katelyn step out of the classroom together, walking through the hallways and into the main campus. She rambles on about some bad sushi she ate yesterday while your mind remains preoccupied. Maybe you need to get laid. Maybe that'll make you forget about Seungcheol. You just need good dick that's probably why you were so desperate for him.

That's just a stupid lie.

You don't realise Katelyn is calling you until she shakes you by the shoulder and you snap back into reality. You notice her face is as pale as a ghost and following her line of sight your eyes stop on him.

Him. Seungcheol.

What?

You double take, blinking furiously to confirm your vision. He's standing there, in the parking area of your uni, leaned against a convertible Ferrari, a cigarette between his lips. He looks relaxed, like he does this regularly. Students whisper in each others ear while gawking at him curiously. "What did you do!" Katelyn yells. "Nothing!" You hiss back.

"Then why is he here!"

"I don't know!"

Your eyes meet with Seungcheol's and a smirk spreads across his face making you shiver. He stands up straight and tilts his head, an indication for you to come closer to him. "Fuck, he's here for me," you mumble. "Of course he's here for you, dumbass," Katelyn snaps. "Well, if I don't return, you know who killed me." You sigh starting to walk towards him. "Wait- you're going with him?" She asks incredulously.

"Don't worry. I'll keep my phone on. I don't think he's gonna murder me, I mean there are so many witnesses." You inhale deeply, leaving behind a lost looking Katelyn.

Seungcheol says nothing as you stand right in front of him raising an inquisitive brow but he only holds open the door for you to get in. Deciding to follow him you enter the car quietly and a wave of gasps go through the crowd.

There's gonna be talk about this tomorrow.

Seungcheol, still smirking victoriously for some reason rounds the car and gets inside and within seconds you're hitting the road. There's a thick silence for a while, which feels like ages to you. You're overwhelmed, bewildered to say anything; your poor brain still processing what is happening. You're nervous, jittery as you fiddle with you bag and look out on your side, for some reason scared to look at him.

What if he really kills you? He wouldn't, right?

"You're awfully quiet," Seungcheol says matter of factly as he spares you a glance while driving.

"I'm... processing."

"What are you, a robot?"

"Why are you doing this?" You question instead.

"Doing what?"

"Okay, you know very well what I mean. Why are you picking me up from uni all of a sudden? How do you even know I'm a student there?" "I have resources and...you didn't protest at all. You came along nicely," Seungcheol raised a brow at you, a cocky smile on his lips. You don't answer but continue to stare at him, trying to pin him down with your gaze. He finally sighs and pulls the car to a stop by the side of the road, the sudden brake making you slightly jerk in your seat. "I've decided to give you those 3 dates. That's why," He is calm, unreadable and you wonder if this is a prank. Then again, he has no reason to prank you, does he? "Really?" Your voice comes out breathy. "Yes. I thought I'd give you a taste of how it feels to be with someone like me. I can scare people without physically hurting them you know," He says in a menacing tone.

"So what? You're taking me to an underground fight or something?" You question. "Nah, we're keeping it simple today." He smirks as he starts the car again and turns on the radio, an indication that he doesn't want to converse anymore.

Shamelessly you take a good look at Seungcheol; he's dressed in another jacket today paired with a black tee underneath. Today, you notice he has upped his accessory game, his fingers full of rings and chains dangling from his neck. But what catches your attention is a tattoo, something like a dragon and words written in a language you don't understand, peeking from underneath his sleeve. You almost ask about it but decide it'll probably be too much and he wouldn't answer you anyway.

As you do so, in the back of your mind you think you should have dressed better, something cuter, more appropriate for a date rather than a plain blouse and jeans. But then again who knew Choi Seungcheol was gonna show up out of the blue. You're gnawing at your lower lip, lost in your thoughts when the car is pulled to a halt and you realize your ride is over. You're parked in front of a diner called Lacy's and from the vibe that the place is giving, you can tell that this is place where people like him hang out. You raise a questioning brow at Seungcheol who says, "I know it doesn't look fancy but trust me I has some of the best food I've ever eaten." Taking his words for now you quickly type out a text to Katelyn letting her know you're in one piece and get out of the car.

Once you're seated you look around the place which is relatively empty except some men playing pool at the far end. You watch Seungcheol who has gone to the reception booth to place your orders; his posture relaxed as he leans against the counter and talks to the girl standing there. They seem to know each other because their chat takes longer than it should and the girl has a shy, almost flirty smile on her face.

He probably fucks her.

You shake the thought off your head as the gangster comes back and sits in front of you. There's silence for a second as you wonder if you should just ask the questions that run free around your mind. "Are the rumours true?" You blurt out. He's raises a brow.

"About you. You know..."

"Do you want them to be true?" He asks back. "I don't...know," you reply. "Well, I think it depends on each person. If you want it to be true it is true, if you don't it isn't," he shrugs, leaning back in his chair. "Why don't you just give me a straight answer?" you snap. He smirks as if he's having fun but doesn't reply, watching you with his arms crossed. You roll your your eyes, blowing out an exasperated breath. "You know, I haven't seen one like you. Willingly hanging out with dangerous people, going to dangerous places. You say you saw me kill someone yet you're here. You're almost desperate to get in trouble," he observes. "I'm not desperate to get in trouble. I just...I'm just- attracted to you alright?" This is so embarrassing. You need to shut your mouth. "You've been on my mind ever since that night. I wanna see exactly how deep I'm into you." You bite your lip.

That's enough. You will boost his ego through the roof like this.

Seungcheol studies you for a bit before grinning cockily, "Well, if you didn't know, I am trouble baby. Just you being with me might end you up in a mess." Before you can reply, your food is served, that same girl from the booth setting down your plates and looking at Seungcheol for a bit too long with that same stupid smile which he returns. You don't know why but you feel jealous, jealous of whatever these two share, whatever she has with him.

You've lost your mind at this point. You're on a high that is Seungcheol. He has made you forget your morals, made you completely lose your mind. Or maybe you've been too good all your life and seeing him brought out that crazy, thrill seeking part of yourself.

Silently you dig into your food and as Seungcheol said, the food is really good. This is one of the best meatloaf you've ever had and you can't help but moan. Seungcheol watches you with an amused smile before popping a fry in his mouth.

"What's your major?" Seungcheol asks out of the blue.

"Uh- sociology."

"Mmhmm."

You're about to ask him what he studied in college but you assume he probably never went to one so you seal your lips. You wonder what his background is and who his parents are but you don't want to get too personal on the first day. So you ask something else, "How old are you?" He laughs out loud before he deadpans, "Thirty five." "What!" You almost choke.

There's no way he's-

"Why? What did you expect?"

"I... I don't know! A few years older than me? You're kidding right? You don't look thirty five." He has to be bluffing. "And how old would you be?" "You shouldn't ask a woman her age," you try to make a point. "Don't you have any manners?" He smirks,"I don't, sweetheart. To answer your question, I'm twenty eight."

Uh huh.

"Well, I'm twenty one," you mutter under your breath. You don't know if he hears it because he doesn't give any reaction, busy twirling a fry in sauce. The rest of your meal is full of silence as you wonder if your date will end like this; dry and boring. He's awfully silent and seems to be lost in thoughts as he doesn't engage in a conversation. You're about to take your last bite when the silence is broken by him.

"What did you see that night?" He leans over, his elbows resting on the table as he suddenly regards you with a sombre look, his earlier cockiness vanished. His eyes have once again gone dark and his demeanor says he's not being superficial right now. You're caught off guard as you cough loudly, reaching for your glass to take a sip of water. "What?"

"You heard me. What did you see that night? Exactly how much did you see?" He repeats. You're confused. You thought he didn't care about it. He said it didn't matter. So why is he bringing it up now? You've worked hard to push that night in the deepest part of your brain, pretending it didn't happen.

And then suddenly it clicks.

"You!" You point an accusatory finger at him as you catch on to his plan. "You've agreed to go out with me so that you can find out what I saw that night!" Seungcheol groans, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Ugh, just fucking tell me!" He snaps, annoyed that you've found out his little scheme. You scoff, "I thought you said you didn't care? Besides it's not like I'm going to tell the police." He rolls his eyes and leans back into the couch. "Just tell me and let me go."

You're baffled. His actions didn't make any sense and you actually thought he had no other intentions behind dating you but holy shit this sneaky bastard. "You sly little asshole!" You hiss at him. "Call me that once more and you'll regret it." He threatens. You roll your eyes sagging back into your seat, "Whatever." Then an idea hits you. "You know what, I'll tell you exactly how much I saw that night." You have Seungcheol's full attention now as he stares intensely at you, waiting for your next words. "On our third date. When this whole deal is over, I'll tell you. But in return you'll have to keep your promise and take me out on two more dates."

"Oh fucking hell," he groans rubbing his face in frustration. His state makes you smirk and you feel accomplished.

Choi Seungcheol is stressed because of you.

What a day to be alive.

You murmur, "Besides this isn't even a proper date. This was more like an interrogation. But I'll go easy on you and won't make you redo this date." You give him a sweet smile and he sees red. You can literally see fury blaze in his eyes. "Whatever!" He yells and abruptly stands up. "I don't have time for this. Your stupid play date is over. I'm dropping you home."

Before you can reply, he's marching towards the door. You've to admit this wasn't the best date but at least you've trapped Choi Seungcheol.

-

It has been a good week after your so called date at the diner and you haven't heard from him. You expected him to call or text you since he was gracious enough to ask for your number but he didn't. You now realize it was a mistake to not get his number; you had asked him for his when he took yours but being the prick he is he denied to hand over his number to you. You should have forced him to, you sigh. As you sit in the library the ping of your mobile distracts you from your racing thoughts as you realize you have a message. Picking the device up you tap on the notification. Even though it was from an unknown number, you have no trouble figuring out who it is from. A smile graces your lips as you read the words over again.

I'll pick you up from your house tomorrow evening at six.

That's all it says and that is good enough to send a thrum of excitement throughout your body.

-

You have not held back in dressing up today and you realize it's been a long time since you've dolled up yourself. A long before the clock strikes 6 you are ready; dressed in a cute pastel top and a matching skirt. You've also went ahead and applied makeup, not too much but just enough to maybe catch his eye. Maybe.

You wonder what he has planned for today.

A text from Seungcheol saying he's here has you flying out of your apartment as fast as your feet can carry your desperate self to see him. He stands in front of your apartment with his convertible, dressed in a white jacket that matched his pants. You take a deep breath before walking towards him, trying to calm all your nerves down.

"You know I expected to hear from you earlier. I've been waiting all week," you voice makes his head turn around to meet your eyes as you are skipping towards him with a teasing smile in your face. "I've been busy," he shrugs coolly, his eyes going over your whole body, from your legs to your face. He doesn't hide that he's taking a good look at you, in fact does it unashamedly.

You wonder if he likes what he sees.

Someone dressed up today," he comments. "Too bad we aren't going to a place where you can show off your pretty clothes." You frown, "Where are we going?" Seungcheol holds open the door, a mischievous smile on his face. "I've decided to grant your wish." With a confused face you get inside the car, the gears in your head running. What does he mean?

"I'm taking you to an underground fighting ring," he says with smirk as he reaches for something behind his seat. He pulls out a large hoodie and tosses it towards you, "Put this on. Otherwise you are going to attract a lot of attention and you don't want that." You gulp, taking the hoodie and putting it on you. You're slightly embarrassed. You were so excited to try this outfit but it's not like you knew he was taking you to a fight club. Hell you would have dressed like a guy if you knew. You shrug on the hoodie and it falls almost to your knees but it's huge and comfy and most importantly it smells like him. There's a hint of cologne, nothing too strong; a subtle, expensive scent that makes you want to take a deeper sniff. You wonder if you can keep this with you.

Stop it, pervert.

Seungcheol's voice pulls you out of your haze, "You can take it off later. Just wear it until we're out of there," he says and brings the engine to life.

Then you actually think about it. Underground fighting ring? Holy shit. You were only kidding when you mentioned it. Admittedly, you're shocked, somewhat horrified. Everyone knows it isn't the best place to be at especially for someone like you who never had such an experience. Seungcheol must have seen your expression because the smile on his face gets bigger, "Why? You not up for it?" His voice is teasing.

He's challenging you.

Oh well.

"Of course I'm up for it," you square your shoulders, keeping your voice cool. "Bring it on."

-

Seungcheol leads you into a bar and then through a door at the back that leads down to a lot of stairs, reaching a place similar to an underground parking lot. Quietly you follow Seungcheol, staying as close to him as possible, your bodies occasionally touching. He leads you to a pair of double doors and from the other side you can hear men shouting and chanting.

This is it, I guess.

Seungcheol throws one more smile at you before pushing open the doors as you scramble to follow him closely. The sight that greets you something you only see in movies. There's a boxing ring where two people are throwing punches at each other and surrounding them from all sides is a wild, loud and excited crowd. They continue to cheer loudly as the two men in the ring continue to box and you hear their grunts and groans.

Holy shit.

Swallowing your eyes meet Seungcheol's who is regarding you with curiosity. "What do you think?" He has to speak loudly for you to hear over the screaming throng. "Uh... It's loud," you say dumbly as you try to think of a reply. But it's too loud for you to even think properly as you take in your unfamiliar surroundings. You see a tall man approaching towards you and out of reflex you shuffle closer to Seungcheol until you realize it's his friend. The guy from the first night. He and Seungcheol grin at each other, patting their backs as they talk close to each others ears. You gawk at them curiously and realize they must be talking about you because his friend takes curious glances at you occasionally. His friend is tall, really tall and well built but unlike his body his face is sweet and puppy like, almost cute. When he grins his canines pop up just like a puppy and you wonder if all his friends are good looking.

After he's done chatting with his friend Seungcheol pulls you close and says, "This is my friend. Mingyu. Always stay near him, you hear me? Don't stray away unless you wanna get hurt." His eyes are stern as he pins you down with his stare but you have other thoughts running in your head.

"What do you mean? Where are you going?" You yell over the noise.

He just smirks at you and starts taking his jacket off. "About time you see how we do it around here." His tone is cocky as he hands his jacket to you, "Hold this for me. And stay close to him."

Giving a look at Mingyu Seungcheol starts walking away towards a door that you're guessing is the changing room.

He's gonna fight.

"Wait- but-" Mingyu stops you with a hand on your shoulder and offers you a kind smile. "It's fine. Just stay with me." He then ushers you towards the crowd, spotting a place where you can get a good look at the ring. "Do you guys do this often?" You look up at Mingyu. He smiles sheepishly, "Not me. I tried a few times and I always end up beaten to a pulp. But hyung does this often, he's really good."

"Uh huh, I'm sure he is," you smile dryly. "This is your first time watching a fight, no?" "Definitely." He grins, "Watch carefully then. It's really fun."

You have your doubts on how watching people beat each other up can be fun but you don't comment anything, instead chew on your lip anxiously. Seungcheol really didn't have to go this far? What if he gets hurt badly? Is he trying to impress you?

Don't flatter yourself, your subconscious rolls her eyes.

As the loud cheering that had died down ensues again, your train of thoughts are halted as you see Seungcheol in shorts and his hands covered in boxing gloves, step into the ring. You can't help but ogle at his naked torso, his finely defined and chiseled muscles. He has the perfect body, not too bulky, not too lean just the right amount that gives you a hard time taking your eyes off him. He seems to have noticed your gaze because the second your eyes meet, he throws a haughty, knowing smirk at you. Embarrassed you avert your gaze elsewhere.

His opponent is a muscular man who's growling and banging his chest with his fists, a gesture of intimidation, you suppose. You are definitely intimidated and you wonder if Seungcheol can actually win against him.

The fight starts with a whistle and in mere seconds they are on to each other, throwing punches left and right. Your eyes have a hard time keeping up with them and their fast reflexes and your hands fly to your mouth as a punch lands on Seungcheol's face, followed by repeated blows as Seungcheol falls back. There's a moment of silence as he wipes his bottom lip and you realize there's a cut.

He tilts his neck, popping the bones and glaring at the other man before launching himself on top of his opponent. The next moments are a blurry mess, Seungcheol beating the guy repeatedly until he ends up on the floor but he doesn't stop there. Seungcheol ends it with a sharp jab to his spine and you have no doubt the other man has broken bones with the ways he howls in pain. The match comes to an end like that as the people cheer wildly while Seungcheol steps down from the stage. Mingyu grins at you happily as if what you witnessed was just a regular occurrence, something you should be cheerful about. Shaking your head at the situation, you let out a deflated sigh.

Their life is really so different than yours.

-

Seungcheol seems to be in a very good mood after the fight as he buys you both some sandwiches and drinks from a deli after you both step out of the bar. You both sit down at a park nearby to eat and watch the night sky. "You know, I thought you were gonna lose," you speak after taking a few bites of the sandwich. Seungcheol scoffs, "You underestimate me, sweetheart. I've been doing this for a long time."

"Do you enjoy it?" You ask quietly, focused on peeling the wrapper from your food. You feel Seungcheol's stare on you. "Yes. Why? Are you scared already?"

"No. I was just... curious. Your definition and my definition of fun is totally different." You murmur. "Of course. What did you think? I go to the mall and shop and watch movies with my friends when I'm bored?" His tone is sarcastic. You bite your lip. "No I didn't. It's just...I feels different now that I have experienced it first hand." Seungcheol offers nothing more, taking a sip of his coke and leaning back into the bench. A silence stretches between the both of except the rustling of the wrapper of your food. "How long have you been doing this?" You blurt out. He frowns at you and you don't expect him to answer but he surprises you.

"For a long time."

He doesn't offer anymore and you don't have the heart to prod him for an actual answer. "And how long do you plan on doing this?"

"What?"

"I mean... don't you have any other plans. Like...do you wanna keep doing what you are doing for the rest of your life? Don't you wanna like... settle down maybe?" Your voice is soft as if you are talking to a child. Seungcheol looks annoyed. He doesn't speak for a while as he stares at the ground, a frown etched to his face. You're about to take back your question when he replies, "I really don't think you understand. I've been trying to tell you that my life is completely disparate to yours. So I don't think like you. I don't have plans like you but neither am I expected to follow a certain pattern like you. I can do whatever the fuck I want, ___. So don't look at me like you pity me. I'm the last person here that should be pitied. " His tone is sharp and it makes you feel bad, like a sensation of needles pricking your heart. "I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry," You whisper, feeling timid as you look down at your lap. He mutters, "Don't go poking your nose in other people's business. Specially people like me."

He's right. You shouldn't have asked that. You are not close enough to ask things like that. After that there is a silence, this time, an awkward one. There's palpable tension in the air and you feel jittery. Should you just ask him to take you home?

It's still early and truth be told, you don't want to leave him just yet. You only have one more date to go and judging by his reaction, he is in no way interested in a relationship. You heave out a long sigh. You knew very well what you were getting into, yet you couldn't stop yourself. Seungcheol is like a poison, the sweetest one, the one that has you addicted and unable to let go, no matter how much it hurts.

This is a fucking mess.

"Let's get going. I have plans," Seungcheol announces, standing up. You want to protest but you feel like you have ruined the mood, so you follow him mutely to his car.

The drive to your house is awfully quiet, to the point you want to scream out of frustration. Seungcheol seems to be lost in his head as he makes no move to talk. It's like you are alone, but you're not and it's worse, the air full of tension. Soon you have reached your house and he stops the car but keeps the engine rolling, indicating his rush. He keeps still and stares ahead while gripping the steering wheel as you step out of the car in silence. "Thanks for dropping me home," you say lamely, your voice meek. You turn around to walk away but his voice stops you in your tracks.

"I promised you three dates and I will keep my word. I expect you to keep yours, ___. I hope you will tell me what I want to hear when we meet next time." His tone is sharp with an edge of threat and you barely get to nod before he drives away.

It's not until you're inside your apartment that you realize you still have his hoodie on. Quickly fishing out your phone you type out a text.

I'm sorry, I forgot to return your hoodie.

After a while, his reply comes.

Keep it.

-

You watch Katelyn as she fills her lunch tray with food before walking over and taking a seat opposite to you. She looks extra radiant today, which probably has something to do with the way she's dressed; a bright colourful outfit which undoubtedly she put a lot of time into considering. She has a date, with a guy she has been talking to for the last few weeks. It reminds you of your pitiful situation and you sigh, trying to shrug off those thoughts.

It has been a good couple weeks since you last saw Seungcheol and you have not exchanged a word after that night. In the back of your mind you wonder if he is even alive. You want to message him, you really want to because you are going crazy but after how your last date ended, you can't bring yourself to. You are scared, exactly of what, you can't put your finger into.

The entire situation you have put yourself into is fucking scary. They say you become sure of your feelings after three dates but it did not take that much for you. You already are very certain about your feelings for him and how deep they run exactly and you also know that in the end you will be left scarred. He would never be yours. He has probably forgotten about you or decided that it is not worth another date to figure out what you saw that night.

You let a desperate, pitiable sigh.

"I know you are hiding things from me but I understand that you are not ready to talk yet. But I want you to know I am here for you okay?" Katelyn's voice makes you blink your way out of your thoughts. She squeezes your hand tightly and gives you a reassuring smile and you're left feeling guilty.

"I ...I will tell you. Soon. Just give me a bit more time," you whisper. She nods in understanding. A grateful smile touches your lips as her words make you emotional. Then there's a ping from your phone letting you know there's a message. Without giving it much thought you open the device and your eyes go wide.

I'll take you out for dinner tomorrow night. Wear something formal.

-

You wait outside your apartment for Seungcheol. Your day has passed by in a flurry of excitement and nerves as you carefully picked your outfit and did your hair and makeup. A soft baby pink dress that stopped just above you knees adorns you as your hair rests just above your neck in a loose bun.

You are fiddling with your fingers as you think about how this night is gonna end and wether you will ever see him again when a car screech that grabs your attention.

Seungcheol's convertible has taken a stop in front of you and you see the man getting out the vehicle and take big steps towards you.

You're mesmerized.

Perhaps there is not enough word in this world to describe his looks or perhaps you've simple lost the ability to speak; either way, you just stand and stare, drinking the godly man that stands in front of you. He looks delectable, completely flawless and agonizingly gorgeous in his sharp black suit and pants, with a silk black shirt underneath, the top couple buttons undone that reveals a beautiful porcelain skin. His hairstyle completes the look, parted to one side in a sleek way and showing his forehead and oh god is it sexy. You realize you have a forehead kink, if there is anything as such.

If you weren't in love with him before you are now.

He looks ravishing, and you wonder why it isn't illegal to look this good. It should be because you have completely lost control over yourself. Nothing exists in your world except for him and you feel paralyzed, unable to do anything but drink him in. You wonder if you are even worthy to stand beside him.

"____?" Seungcheol calls you, snapping his fingers in front of your eyes. He must have been calling you while you were eye fucking him. "Oh! Um, hi." You're flustered. "You- you look really, really nice." It isn't enough but it's what you can get past your lips. A knowing smirk kisses his lips before he teases, "Well, you look really, really nice too." Motioning you to his car he says, "Shall we? We'll be late for our reservation."

"Yeah, of course," you say, hurrying over to his car, embarasssed at your foolery. Seungcheol must have noticed you ogling him like that. But you don't really care when he looks like that. It is his fault for looking so devilishly handsome and idly you wonder if he did that on purpose. If he's deliberately teasing with, trying to make you the most miserable before letting you go with a slap of reality to your face. Pushing away those plagueing thoughts, you sit up straight and clear your throat as Seungcheol comes to sit beside you and brings the engine to life.

A decently long and quiet (except for the music from the radio) but not quite uncomfortable car ride later, Seungcheol stops in front of a really fancy and expensive looking restaurant just by the sea. You did not except him to take you to a high end restaurant, otherwise you would have put some more effort in your looks.

Feeling slightly out of place you quietly follow Seungcheol into the beautiful European styled building after he hands his keys to a valet. The interior is dripping with polished furnitures and extravagant chandeliers and marble floors as guests dressed elegantly have their dinner. As you look around the place in awe Seungcheol talks to the receptionist who then guides you towards a staircase that leads to a pair of large double doors decorated with gold which then, opens to a large balcony. In the middle of it sits a table with two chairs and an unceremonious gasp escapes your mouth as you realize this is where you will be having dinner.

The man from earlier takes his leave as Seungcheol helps you sit down before taking a seat for himself while you take in everything, overwhelmed with all your surroundings. Why did he put so much effort for a lousy and fake date?

"What do you think?" He asks with a smirk as he rests one of his elbows on the table.

"I'm overwhelmed," you reply quietly, honestly. He chuckles, "Well this place has really good food and a fantastic view so I thought it wouldn't bad for our last date."

Last date.

"It's really beautiful. I don't know why you did this but thank you, really," you murmur, eyes on the satin table cloth with intricate golden lining. Everything about this place is so pretty.

"Well, I decided it would be beneficial for me to extract words from you if you are wooed," his words have a teasing tone to it and his demeanor is completely different from last time, giving you a whiplash but you are not sure if he's fully joking. Before you can say that you are definitely wooed, a waiter appears to take your order and you leave the duty of ordering to Seungcheol since he seems to frequent this place. Prior to his leave, the waiter pours you Seungcheol's champagne of choice and then, you two are alone once more.

Reaching for the flute, you quickly gulp down the champagne to soothe your dry throat and to calm all your nerves.

Over dinner you talk about your uni and your parents back home and the farm they own. While Seungcheol mostly keeps quiet he doesn't ignore you but listens carefully, occasionally passing glances your way or commenting. He does not offer anything about him, which you expected and you don't ask any questions about him either. Instead you try your best to keep his interest in your words despite the lack of it from his side.

After a hearty meal of poached lobsters and wagyu beefs and creamy soups comes dessert; a chocolate orange mousse with spiced fruits and yogurt sorbet. You start eating your dessert in silence, the occasional crashing of waves filling the complete lack of sounds.

This location is truly magnificent and breathtaking, almost having a feel like you're in a fancy resort in a luxurious tropical island. It is undoubtedly the most beautiful place you have ever been, let alone have dinner at and you wonder if you would ever have the chance to visit some place like this had you not met Seungcheol. The man in question, continues eating quietly, seemingly lost in his thoughts. He looks lovely as always, if not more and you try to burn this image in your mind for you to look back at later. You want to ask him so many question, you want to tell him so many things but you're scared. Sacred if you do so this moment will break, scared it will annoy him and end your final date all too early. So you bite your tongue and finish your food as he does and after your plates are cleared away, you are served another expensive champagne as an end to your luxurious dinner.

Even though Seungcheol doesn't say anything, you assume it is time to spill the beans, to say what he has been wanting to hear from the beginning. You have teased him enough and it is time you give him what he deserves. Taking a deep breath, you open your mouth. "Me and Katelyn heard noises from the playground that night so we decided to check. It was pretty dark and we were tipsy but I recognized you and you were... beating someone up. We stayed there and watched until one of us accidentally made some noise. We were scared that you heard us so we ran. That's all that happened."

You have Seungcheol's full attention now as he listens cautiously, his sharp eyes trained on you. Gulping, you clench your hands together underneath the table, waiting for his reaction. There seems to be an eternity of silence as Seungcheol simply stares at you as if he's debating whether your words are true or not. It's torturous, awfully agonizing and when you can't bear it anymore you're about to speak but he beats you to it.

"I didn't kill him." His voice is quiet. You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding. Somewhere in the back of your mind you believed it, you believed he wouldn't be cruel enough to kill someone just like that and as soon as he speaks those words you believe him, without a doubt, without a second of delay.

"I believe you." You whisper, holding his gaze. "That asshole deserved what he got. He shouldn't even be alive but I let him go. He's in a hospital now, if you are wondering." You nod quietly. It's scary how much you believe him, how much you trust him even though he is pretty much a stranger.

There's a moment of silence as you bask in his presence before he speaks, "____, men like me, we aren't the nicest people. But we are needed, the cops need us around. People like me do the dirty works for people like you so y'all don't face troubles. We do things in an unconventional way but that's just who we are. We aren't as bad as the rumours say but we definitely aren't someone you should be with." You open your mouth to protest but his sharp gaze makes you stop. "If you have not understood it yet, let me say it out loud. I am trouble. People like me is always bad news. Whatever we did until now, I hope you forget. That's the best, ____ trust me. I think we both got what we wanted so let's call it a night." Just like that, he stands up, not waiting for your reply.

You gawk at him, baffled as he pays the bill and starts walking away. Tears burn the back of your eyes and you bite your lip to hold them back. The ending that you had expected has taken place but you are having a hard time accepting it. Your subconscious reminds you that you deliberately got yourself into this even though you saw this coming. So there is no one to blame for it but you. Grabbing your purse, you stomp your way out of the restaurant and towards Seungcheol's car.

Seungcheol barely acknowledges you as you both get in the car and he presses the key to the ignition. You are fuming in your seat, his words and the way he dismissed you cutting you deep. His words come to you, I think we both got what we wanted. You want to laugh. How can he possibly think that? Is he really so stupid or is he deliberately ignoring your interest in him? You want to smack his perfect face, curse and scream at him but all you can do is sit still with your arms crossed as steam comes out of your head. Is he really not curious about your feelings? Does he possess none for you? Does these few days with you mean nothing to him? You have so many unanswered questions. Leaning back into your seat, you close your eyes and let out a frustrated sigh.

It feels like in the blink of an eye the drive to your place is over as Seungcheol halts his car in front of your apartment. He does not utter a single word, doesn't even spare a glance at you while patiently waiting for you to get out of the car.

Asshole.

You inhale deeply, trying your best to gather yourself together as you take off your seatbelt and turn towards him.

"Seungcheol?" Few seconds pass before he looks at you. Words are stuck in your throat. When your eyes meet his, you become mute, overwhelmed with emotions as your words die in your tongue. He keeps staring at you, not opening his mouth but waiting for you to speak. "Is this goodbye?" Your voice breaks.

"I believe we don't have any reason to see each other. We both got what we wanted," He says without batting an eye. You're left bemused, one step away from landing a slap on his face. How dare he say that?

"Do you really believe that?" Your words come out as an accusation. "I wanted to go out with you because I thought I have feelings for you! And I do! And my feelings have only increased since I first saw you. I want to see you again, Seungcheol. You may have gotten what you wanted but I didn't." Your fades into a whisper as tears burn the back of your eyes.

Seungcheol stays quiet, staring ahead, his brows knitted as if he's annoyed. "I promised you three dates, ____. And I gave you that. It's over. Your feelings? You'll get over them. It's better to be in pain for a while that be with someone like me."

"You can't say that! I get to decide for myself!"

"____," he sighs, rubbing his temples. "I'm a bad man. You should leave while you still have a good image of me. You'll get hurt because of me and I've caused enough pain to enough people. Just...go. Just forget me." You stare at him as frustrated tears roll down your cheeks. He doesn't meet your gaze but turns his head the other way. You are angry, infuriated and heart broken all at a time. Clenching your fists you inhale a shaky breath before reaching for him.

Before you can chicken out, you tilt his face towards you and quickly press your lips against his. Seungcheol seems to be shocked as a small gasp leaves his mouth but you don't let him push you away. Instead one of your hands come to rest on his thigh as he other cups his face to keep his mouth against yours. You kiss him with all you have left, pouring in every bit of passion and love for him as your tongues intertwine. By the time you are both breathless, Seungcheol gently pushes you back and peers into your eyes. "That's all I can give you, ____." He says, his voice the softest you have heard. You are broken into a million pieces and as much as your heart wants to cling to him, you suddenly feel tired, deflated like a popped balloon. Your emotions have drained you out and left nothing and right now, breathing almost seems too painful for you. Taciturnly, you grab your purse and step out the convertible. You hear another door shut behind you but you don't look back as your heavy steps carry you to the entrance of your building. When you are about to enter your apartment, you accumulate all your strength and courage to spare one final glance at him.

Turning around you see Seungcheol standing by his car, hands in his pockets, simply watching you. Even though your eyes are locked on each other, you don't see any emotion in them. He looks like the same expressionless, mysterious man you saw the first day. The man you fell in love with. Taking in his gorgeous features one last time, you bite your lip and turn away, forcing yourself to walk inside your apartment building.

Your chapter with Seungcheol ends here.

Epilogue

A/N : Okay so idk why this fucking app is being like this but it says I reached the maximum of 250 blocks but I thought tum1r didn't have a word limit?? Anyway so I've decided to break it up and put the rest of the fic in another post. Please click epilogue to read that.

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[mypassionsarenysins]

disremembered.

Past!Steve Rogers x Reader, Bruce Wayne x Reader. 

Summary: Steve Rogers had lived his life, it was only fair for you to live yours right?

Author’s Note: okay so another crossover and for this I’m thinking of Christian Bale batman, so read at your discretion. It’s also a lil sad and some happy parts. Thank you to @stuckonjbbarnes @honeyloverogers and @buckysmischief

Steve stared at the roof looking at the white pristine celling. 

He waited for the other person on the other side of the room to finish with her nightly routine. 

He kept staring at the ceiling closing his eyes and for a brief moment he felt you.

His mind had the ability of taking him back to that night, the moment he decided to leave her. Trying to conquer an illusion, a fleeting moment of what should have been. 

His mind told him to do it, but his heart. 

His heart was the most unforgiving part of himself that never really let it go. 

And now here he is age clear on his face, wrinkles in his one youthful hands that made you laugh, that held you when you cried, now old and lonely. 

He had everything he was looking for, or so he thought. 

A knock on the door interrupted his thought making Steve get up from the bed looking outside the window as he makes his way to the front door. 

He opens the door smiling at the man on the other side who had his infamous frown plastered on his face. 

“Come in please,” Steve motions to the living room but the man on the other side doesn’t make a move, for a moment it looks like he could burn at the mere thought of walking through the door. 

“No,” the man says anger written clear on his features. 

“Bucky you’ve been here before,” Steve motions with pleading eyes, but Bucky stays unmoving. 

“You really think I wouldn’t know that Scott wouldn’t tell us what you wanted to do,” Bucky says as he gets more and more exasperated. 

“It’s not what you think,” Steve please as he closes the door and walks to the porch Bucky leaving as much distance as possible. 

“No it’s much worse,” Bucky says. 

“Sam and I receive this call from Scott saying that you met to get back to the past to get back to her.” Bucky says. 

“You already lived your life Steve, you have a wife, kids, and grandkids.” Bucky motions at the house. 

The house that he build but thought of you in every detail, when Peggy would ask about why he would say. 

“Because its meant to be that way.”

She never really mentioned it again but the essence of her was in the house of all time. 

From the constant need to have sunflowers in the kitchen because, 

“Steve if there is gonna be flowers in the kitchen its gonna be sunflowers.” You said softly as you unwrapped the bright flowers from the brown paper.

Or how he still kept the little folded handkerchief you embroided because, 

“That is more your style Steve.” You said softly as you stand on your toes and kiss him softly on the lips.

After all those years Steve could still see you, feel you, and on some night he can almost touch you. 

“Bucky I don’t think you understand, this, this is meant to be hers,” Steve says looking up at the house that took him a good decade yo built.

When Peggy asked him why the changes to the house he was never brave enough to admit that the house never felt his and Peggy’s, he always felt this should’ve been your house with him. 

“This is not her house Steve! She already has a home,” Bucky says accentuating each word he said. 

“Her home, with her fiancé” Bucky said louder coming face to face to the man in front of him. 

The words surprised Steve more than it should. He knew he had no right to complain at this point. You were free the moment he left her, he assumed you would move forward, but he felt the slight betrayal in his core. 

But who was Steve to judge when he was the first one to move forward. 

Still that voice in the back of his mind that always brought you up was, angry, to say the least. 

Steve takes a deep breath and takes a seat over the rocking chairs on the front porch. Another touched you where enamored by. 

“Steve, when we get our house he have to put rocking chairs in the front porch.” You said sternly yet a smile shone on your face. 

“Why is that sweetheart?” Steve ask as serially as he can with you sitting on his lap. 

“Because I know we are growing old together, and you of all people should know that people of a certain age like rocking chairs on the porch, old man.” You say that last part and leap out of his lap running away you giggles is all that can be heard in the apartment as Steve laughs and runs after you. 

“Tell me about it,” Steve motions to the chair, but Bucky stays still.

“Steve you just have to let it go,” Bucky tries to appeal Steve but he knows it’s a lost cause. 

Bucky sighs and sits on the step on the porch, his back turned to Steve as he recalls the news and everything that lead up to it. 

“She actually left New York a couple of weeks after you left,” Bucky recalls with sadness on his eyes. 

Bucky remembers how betrayed he felt, you where leaving him, just like Steve. Of course now he realizes it was for the best, but at the moment, he had a different mind set. 

“You are gonna leave me to? Huh? My so called new sister, just gonna walk away like him?” Bucky yells angry as you turn to him shocked face and tears on your eyes. 

“You don’t get to compare what happened,” You drop the box in your hands and sob. Your sobs clear Bucky’s head for a minute. 

“Steve left us Bucky, he left to follow his dreams, I am allowed to try to move forward!” You yell from the place on the floor as you hug your knees. 

Bucky slowly approaches you realizing that this is bigger than he could’ve ever imagined. He realized in that moment that he was supposed to be Steve’s past, but you, you that opened you life to him. 

You so soft and tender, never an ounce of judgment or regret of letting him in. 

You that tenderly took care of him, welcome him into your home, and called him your brother to anyone who would listen. 

You where supposed to be Steve’s future. 

And now all you both had left was the whole Steve Rogers left. 

“Don’t cry petal, I’m sorry,” He says tenderly as he reaches for you slowly. 

“Do you think that I want to leave my home. My whole life behind.” You say as you calm down and look at Bucky with sadness, but love for him. 

“I know Steve left you too, but you can come with me to Gotham. “ you say as you look at him with determination. 

“But New York is my home,”  Bucky tries to reason. 

“But it’s bit mine anymore,” You say softly as you hold his hand. 

“I am always here Bucky, I just can’t be here anymore.” You motion at the left overs of you heart. 

“I know I am just afraid,” Bucky rest his head on your shoulder. 

“I know but I am you sister James Barnes,” you say determination clear in his voice. 

“ Also someone’s gotta keep an eye on Sam, he’s your responsibility now you know? Handling Captan Americas’. That should be you new name.” You joke making Bucky laugh. 

“Alright let’s finish this before the pigeon arrives and see us sad. He can stand people being sad, he always has to be so happy and sunshine-y.” Bucky says as he stands up and hold his hand out for yours. 

You smile up at him as he hold you up he envelops his arms around you hugging you desperately. 

“Thank you, for being here, I am really going to miss you,” he says softly. 

“I am always here, never forget that,” you whisper. 

As you continue to hug the front door announce loudly the third person of the party arrived. 

“So I go out for pizza in the cold streets of New Yorker and this is how I find you red eyes and hugging like we are never gonna see each other again?” Sam asks leaving the two large pizzas on the table. 

“As if you could get rid so easily of me,” you say as you open you arms, Sam jumping in. 

“Never petal, we are family here.” Sam says as Bucky hums in agreement. 

“Okay that’s enough of the mushy stuff we gotta get this lady to Gotham city!” Sam yells as you all laugh. 

In that moment Bucky felt like everything would be alight and true to your word, even if you had to fly to New York or Louisiana, you where there even of it was for something as simple as birthdays, holidays, or just because Bucky was missing you. 

Bucky tells the story more of a reminder of who you where, than to tell Steve about you. 

From the past years Bucky visited Steve he never brought you up. He felt like his loyalty was to you. 

“So she left everything behind huh?” Steve wonder heaviness in his heart, but a small light shining knowing Bucky was never really alone. 

“I think thats what she needed to heal.” Bucky says standing up. 

“She was always there, at the end of the line.” Bucky says harshly and with protection written all over the place. 

“Bucky,” Steve stands up to reach him. 

“I need to go weddings gonna be next week and I can’t wait. I’m giving her away,” Bucky says as a smile makes a way to his eyes. 

“You know I always thought I’d be you at the end of the altar.” Bucky says as he starts leaving. 

“Also if you really need to know you should look at social media, everything you want to know about him is there.” Bucky says walking out suddenly he stops. 

“Tell the misses I said goodnight.” Bucky says looking up at the house one last time as he gets on his bike driving away leaving a trail on dirt behind him. 

Steve sits there for a while emotions swirling in his being. 

As he pulls his cellphone out he hears soft steps and he looks up to look at his wife. 

“Steve you’ve been here for an hour what happened?” Peggy says taking the chair next to him concern on his face. 

“I just- Bucky came over, he just needed someone to talk to.” Steve says as he tries to smile hiding yet more emotions form his wife. 

He was good at that, he guessed. 

“Oh strange he didn’t stay,” she shrugs standing up. 

“Yeah guys stuff you know,” Steve tries to laugh as Peggy smiles at him. 

“Oh this also arrived on the mail today,” Peggy hands him a white luxurious envelope. 

“Alright I’m going to bed,” She says as she kisses his cheek. 

“Okay I’ll be there in a minute.” He says as she heads back inside. 

He looks at the envelope and think nothing of it thinking its an invitation from Pepper. As he opens it and reads it he stays silent his eyes roaming all over the written words. 

            You are cordially invited to the wedding of 

                               Bruce Thomas Wayne                                              And                                (Y/N)(Y/M/N)(Y/L/N)

    Who’s nuptials will be taking place in

The Metropolitan Museum of Art.

    Located at 1000 5th Ave, New York, New York. 

Steve can’t even finish reading as he drops the paper. 

Anger and sadness fill him as he stares at the mocking piece of paper on the floor. 

He takes out his phone opening google and typing Bruce Wayne and thousands of result pop up. He opens the wikipedia article and starts reading. After reading some information he looks at the some pictures and he sees it. You and him on a red carpet for one of his galas or something smiles all over as he click the article states very clear that since you went public with him he was seen visibly happier. He can’t help but mad at him, you, and specially himself. 

He sits again in the rocking chair, the one you where meant to grow old together on, and stare at the horizon thinking of you and what to do with the wedding invitation at his feet. 

How could he get back to you?  

[apocalypticgargoyle]

Ok you amazing person. Demon Sapnap, but the reader is really sick or maybe is in an accident and ends up in hospital. Sapnap and Dream both visit and get jealous of eachother. Eventually Dream leaves and Sapnap is just there like 👁👄👁 And then after a day or two the reader is finally home and Sapnap is like really pent up because he has been jealous Horny and reader has been in hospital and he just rails them, but softly because reader is still weak. Basically jealous soft-dom Demon Sapnap.

This is just an idea- by no means do you have to write it :)

I'm begrudgingly writing Dre as Mr. Steal Your Girl for obvious reasons (/ j), but also I couldn't pass down this idea for incubus 3 ;) I'm also going to include a few other requests I had about Sap's backstory and some smut. enjoy!

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 & 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒. ⛧ 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬!𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩 (𝟏𝟖+)

warnings: smut (18+), spanking, degradation, thigh riding, domination, literally quoting the b!ble

here's a playlist for those of you that were asking for it. i would love to see what the rest of you are listening to :)

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You opened your eyes slowly, the ache in your body fully coming to your attention as you noticed the metronome of beeps coming from the machines connected to the tubes in your arm. You turned your head, squinting as your eyes struggled to focus on the figure beside you. After a few minutes, your brain pieced together his features and your heart eased when you realized it was Sapnap. For some, obviously ungodly reason, his presence brought you a sense of calm.

His feet were kicked up on the edge of your bed, his eyes scanning over a magazine as he chewed on his bottom lip absent-mindedly. He was dressed more casually than he usually was, probably an attempt at blending into the general public. You reached out a hand, fingers brushing against the soft material of his dark crewneck to get his attention. His gaze moved to look at you, a smirk painting across his pink lips.

You cleared your throat, tongue feeling like sandpaper. “What happened?” You grumbled, reaching beside him for the remote to elevate your head.

He watched your movements carefully. “You got a fever and then passed out cold,” he reminded you softly, making you groan. “Dehydration.” You couldn’t remember what he was talking about, only feeling nauseous in the middle of the night.

“How long have I been here?” You asked, rolling your head on your shoulders as your neck cracked, your limbs popping as you moved slightly. The IV pinched your arm as you moved, making you hiss quietly, making his eyes focus on where it was attached.

He hummed in thought. “A few hours. They wanna keep you until tomorrow, just in case you die or something,” he shrugged, tossing the magazine on the couch in the corner of the room.

You rubbed one of your eyes, a yawn rippling through you. “And why are you here?”

He chuckled. “Obvious reasons,” he stated, nodding towards the bite on your shoulder. “Also, Saint Dream was the first on your emergency contact list, so…” You pulled your knees to your chest as you looked at him.

“Even if it’s just because you have a quota to meet, I’m glad you’re here,” you muttered and something flickered behind his eyes, a smug expression tugging at his lips.

He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, feet planted on the ground. “You’re not part of my quota, baby.” Your cheeks flushed at his words but before you could respond, he tensed up, eyes clouding with a darkened gold. They always shifted when something was intruding. You furrowed your brows at him. “Lupus in fabula venit enim ad me,” he mumbled darkly, the venom of sarcasm dripping from his voice as a knock came at your door.

Clay stuck his head through the threshold, eyes softening at you. Sapnap watched him silently as he stepped inside, rambling off how worried he was about you. Clay seemed to ignore Sapnap’s presence as he settled a batch of roses on your nightstand. Sapnap rolled his eyes and once Clay finally acknowledged him, he made a face like he was smelling something rotten. Sapnap looked like he was ready to snap Clay in half if he approached you closer, yet his dark demeanor didn’t dissuade Clay. In fact, it seemed like Clay was hell-bent on ruffling his feathers more, pulling up a chair on the other side of you.

“I didn’t think he would be here,” Clay commented, voice dipping slightly as his sights shifted toward Sapnap, irises flashing brighter. You perked an eyebrow at him.

Sapnap scoffed, leaning back in his seat. “I’m here because she wants me here,” he commented, nearly with a boasting tone. “So, it seems like I’m in the right role to ask what the fuck you think you’re doing.” You kept silent as the two played their game of wits and egos.

Clay smirked at him as if he was in possession of some esoteric knowledge. It dawned on you that you weren’t sure how old either of them actually was. You had dated Clay for god knows how many years, yet you learned more about his past from Sapnap than you had in any of the years you were together. “It’s still in her best interest that she be given options that don’t involve your kind,” he gritted.

Sapnap laughed shortly, a cockiness settling into his appearance. “Oh yeah? In her best interest or in yours, you selfish prick.”

Clay’s jaw tensed, a sigh flooding from his nose. “We can do this more maturely, you know? Like fucking professionals.”

Sapnap shook his head. “I’m not up for negotiating,” the stated bluntly. “Go near her again and I’ll report you,” he assured, his deadpanned stare making your heartbeat quicken.

Clay swallowed, eyes glued to Sapnap’s as the pair of them flexed their dominant personalities. Clay’s eyebrow twitched as if he had thought of something, almost mockingly. “Begone, Satan, inventor and master of all deceit,” he began, making Sapnap roll his eyes again before cutting into Clay’s quote.

“-enemy of man’s salvation. Give place to Christ in Whom you have found none of your works,” he mocked. “Try and exorcise me all you want, feather boy.”

Clay’s hand moved to curl around your wrist and Sapnap leaned against the bed, as if asking Clay to make his next move. “Be alert and of sober mind. Your enemy the devil prowls around like a roaring lion looking for someone to devour-“

“Resist him, standing firm in the faith, because you know that the family of believers throughout the world is undergoing the same kind of sufferings,” Sapnap cantered without a thought. “It’s not even the right verse for this, stupid bitch,” he grumbled.

You cleared your throat, pulling your arm away from Clay and trying not to look as if you were slinking towards Sapnap. “You should leave,” you stated, Clay’s lips pursing at your words. “I need to rest.” Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Sapnap’s sly expression cutting into Clay.

After spending another night in the hospital, you were finally unlocking your apartment door and letting Sapnap help you out of your coat. You mumbled something about getting yourself a drink and he brushed you off, already doing it himself. Your mind was racing with questions after what you had witnessed between Clay and Sapnap. You hadn’t doubted the authenticity of Sapnap, but your mind still ran with what had happened to him. He handed you a water, sitting down on your couch as you paced slightly.

He broke into your thoughts. “Go on, tell me what you’re thinking,” he stated, unbuttoning his shirt slightly. You wanted to hex him about the fact that he probably already knew what was pounding against your temples to be asked.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, rolling over your questions to censor some of them. “The bible’s been translated and reprinted so many times, how are you still…” you gestured with your hands, unable to explain where you were going with your statement.

He chuckled, brushing a hand against his chin. “It really doesn’t matter if it’s actually God’s word or not. It’s a guide, like an outline. Rules, I guess. Think about it like the Constitution.”

“I thought demons like… burned up when someone quoted the bible at them…”

His face fell a bit at this. “No, we just can’t read it,” his tone was almost regretful, sending guilt to pulse through your body because you had asked. “It’s like it’s in a completely different language, and each time I look at it, it shifts around the page. When you get dragged into hell, something happens with your eyes.” He huffed slightly, wetting his lips. “It's kind of like an isolation thing. He wants you to be completely aside from him.”

Your mind clicked, eyeing your heirloom display case. “Can I try something?” You asked, popping open one of the doors after he hummed in response. You fished out your grandmother’s rosary, the cross feeling almost heavy in your hands. You turned on your heel, bringing it closer to him before dangling it in front of him. His eyes drifted away from it, his gaze turning up to you. “Does this bug you?” You probed, making him snort. He took it in his hand, thumb caressing over the design.

He shook his head, chewing on his lip. “It’s a shameful thing really. I feel guilty whenever I look at this kind of stuff,” he muttered; you sat on the arm of his chair and looked over his shoulder. He turned, looping it around your neck. “Does it bug you?”

You held it away from your chest. “For different reasons, I guess.” You stood again, putting it back in its spot beside a photo of your grandfather. “Why’d you get kicked out?” You queried softly, peering over your shoulder.

He was watching you. “Maybe another time.”

“What about your childhood?” You asked. “Did you have one?”

“I know more about your childhood than I do my own. Why all the questions?” He countered with a soft laugh.

You shrugged. “I want to get to know you…” You mumbled, your hand drifting up to rest on your shoulder, feeling heat coming off of his scaring bite mark. “How do you know when to show up?”

He sighed, leaning his back against the chair and stretching his legs. “I can feel when you get anxious. Angels have some kind of block though, that’s why it took me so long to realize you needed me when that bastard was over here.” He shook his head almost like a new fire about Dream had been lit. His eyes flickered up to you. “Unless you weren’t scared.” You shook your head quickly at his joke. He chuckled. “How does it make you feel that I’m in your head sometimes?”

You approached him again. “Narcissistic,” you answered plainly, sinking to your knees before him. You ran your hands up his thighs, a smirk growing on his features as he sat up to be closer to you. “What happens after I die? Eternal damnation?” You questioned, as his hand went to brush against your arms.

He pressed his lips to your neck before digging his fingers into your hair as if he’d been waiting to touch you for days. You hummed as he kissed you, the slight scruff of his unshaven face feeling soft against your cheek. “You shouldn’t have to worry about that. I think I’ll make you immortal or something. Being with me should be enough damnation,” he jeered, making you laugh. “Most of my colleagues take the souls of their targets and leave, but I enjoy your company,” he teased.

“But you already have my soul, right?” The line felt strange coming from your mouth.

His lips brushed against yours. “There’s still an innocent piece of you that I haven’t tapped into. Everyone has it; I like it in you.”

Your eyebrows perked at this, fingers digging into his thighs to make him groan. “What do you mean?”

He kissed you briefly, actions getting needier the longer you were between his legs. “It’s completely pure. Untampered by sin or desire. When a demon gets it, they go feral,” he mumbled, nose pressing into the crook of your neck, teeth dragging across your skin.

You tilted your head to the side, fingers tracing over his zipper. “Take it from me,” you breathed, leaning into his touch.

“No,” he answered blatantly.

You moaned as his tongue slipped against your collarbones. “I want you to have it,” you continued, voice uneven. His fingers tugged at your hair.

His breath was warm against your shoulders. “I’ll take it after a few years. I don’t want it now.”

You pushed him away from you, his eyes already blown with lust as you looked into them. “You just said demons want it so badly. Take mine.”

He chuckled, hands dropping to your jaw. “No,” he repeated, voice light.

You sat back on your heels, looking up at him with a tilted expression. “Is mine not good enough for you?”

He wheezed. “No, it’s perfect. I just… After I take it, it’s like you’re dead. You’re not the same. Your humanity is gone.” He pulled you back up towards him. “I’ll take it when I’m ready to escort you to hell.”

You quipped an eyebrow. “Oh, so you just don’t want me to see your place?” You joked, making him roll his eyes. “Maybe Clay was right. What’s the verse about confession?”

His eyes darkened playfully. “For with the heart one believes and is justified, and with the mouth one confesses and is saved.” It was mind boggling how he could probably quote the whole Bible and was as… sinful… as he was. “Bring up Dream again, and I’ll make sure you can’t walk for a week.”

Your eyelashes fluttered. “You bargain for a fun game," you quipped.

He chuckled darkly. "It was more a light-hearted threat, dove," he muttered.

You sat forward and pressed your lips against his hungrily, letting him pull you into his lap as his fingers curled into the loose ends of your hair. Your fingers ripped at the buttons of his shirt, exposing his chest to you as he tugged at your own clothing. Your teeth dragged against his lips as his hips ground up against you, needy for friction.

You pushed your tongue into his mouth, moaning as his hands moved to your thighs, his blunt nails raking against your jeans. You rolled your hips against his lap, feeling him harden beneath you. He spread his legs further, coaxing you to grind against him as his hands pushed you down to rut against his leg.

You were breathless as you pulled away from him, one of his hands fisting in your t-shirt to bring you close to him, lips and tongue pressing against your neck. "I didn't tell you to stop riding my thigh," he commented darkly, bouncing his knee to make you moan.

Your hand wrapped around the wrist of his hand holding you in place, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as heat spread across your body. He pulled your shirt over your head, your bare chest at his mercy. Your mind blurred at the sensation and the feeling of him sucking his mark into your skin, making it clear who you belonged to.

You moaned, digging your face into his neck as he rolled his hips against your leg. "Please, Sapnap. I need you," you whimpered, voice a soft whisper in his ear. He chuckled darkly, ripping your pants down your legs as you fumbled to unzip his slacks.

He pulled you onto him without warning, a groan leaving your lips as he suddenly filled you up. "Bold of you to beg for me after associating with that bastard," he bit, thrusting up into you. "I should tie you up and let you suffer for that."

You moaned at his dark tone, grinding your hips against him. Your lips ghosted against his as your cheeks began to feel warm from the stimulation. "I might like that," you jested, your sentence breaking with your voice as he harshly grabbed your hips, driving himself into you harder.

"You're lucky you're still weak," he nipped, voice swirling with lust and power. "I'd throw you over my knee for that comment." His fingers dug into your hips, grinding against you as you bounced on top of him. You moaned at his words. His hand snaked up to wrap around your throat, threatening to apply pressure as he continued to direct your movements, thrusting into you at a deep and reserved pace. "Dirty girl. You want me to punish you, don't you?"

When all you could do was mutter a small beg, he pulled you closer to him, lips meeting yours in a mess of hair, teeth, and tongue. He moaned into your mouth, the taste of his breath was addictive and bliss-inducing.

He pulled you off of him and onto the couch beside him, slipping his shirt the rest of the way off. "I'll fuck the angel lover out of you," he joshed, a hand coming down sharply across your ass; the pain making you moan his name, hands gripping the couch as he pressed your shoulders into the cushion.

He dragged your hips into the air, pushing into you again, rocking his hips against yours with a small grunt. His teeth were sharp against your skin as he pounded into you and an animalistic pace, your mind numbing at the feeling. He pushed your knees further apart to pump himself deeper into you.

You moaned as his weight settled on the hand pinning you to the couch, your hair sticking to your sweaty face as he spanked you again, hand gripping your irritated skin. "Good girl. Take it," he nearly growled, making your skin crawl with an added layer of pleasure. While his pace and mannerisms were ruthless, he was definitely holding back, knowingly going easy on you because of your already weak body. That didn't mean he wasn't reminding you of your sour attitude as he pulled your arm behind your back, his hips snapping against your own to firmly instill his name in your mind.

You reached for the arm rest, a grounding element for you as his motions drove you over the edge in a teeth gritting orgasm, boy flushing with goosebumps under his command. You rocked your hips back against him as he pulled out, jerking himself off instead of giving you the satisfaction of finishing him off.

You groaned as you turned to look at him. "Feeling okay?" He asked, pressing his lips to your shoulder blade. You shook your head quickly and his eyebrow quipped ever so slightly. "Good," he stated, pulling you up and onto the ground in front of him again. He grabbed your cheeks. "I still don't think you've learned," he muttered, leaning back into his previous position. "Blow me," he directed, tucking an arm behind his head. "And with the mouth, one confesses and is saved, remember," he taunted.

Your eyes flashed up to his devious expression as he leered at you from his commanding spot.

It was going to be a long night.

And you were ready for it.

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Could I request Baji, Chifuyu, Mikey, and Kazutora meeting and being friends with the reader who is a bakeneko? Basically a supernatural being who can turn from a cat to a human and vice versa. I wanted to request this around Halloween but things got busy for me and it kept slipping my mind 😭

I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING THIS ONE!! <3 I hope I got your request right and a reminder! In kazutora's part Y/N and Him are a couple <3

Bakeneko (Tokyo Revengers)

Genre: Fluff, Crack, CATS <3

Pairings: Baji, Chifuyu, Mikey, Kazutora x FEM! Reader

BAJI KEISUKE

Baji has been staring at cat stone statue that was placed in the middle of the musashi shrine. For some reason, whenever he looks at it; he feels as if it was looking straight at his soul and that it was begging him to stay and never leave, he can feel all hairs on his body stand from the shivers the statue was giving him.

"Baji-san? Aren't you coming?" Chifuyu called out to him, Baji looked at his blonde friend with a confused look and then looked at Mikey.

"Hey...Mikey... you guys can go ahead...I need to check on something" Baji explained, Mikey raised a brow but then smiled and left along with the other captains and vice-captains to head to the beach. As soon as they left, Baji sat in front of the statue. It was a full moon and because of that the shivers he felt worsen, It was like the cold air was hitting him but there wasn't any wind nor was it cold...It just feels cold...

As the moonlight shines over the statue, It slowly turned living-breathing cat. It was larger than a big dog, It's fangs were sharp as a knife, It was growling as it faced Baji. He didn't move nor did he breath, He stayed still as he prayed that it won't pounce on him, He know what it is. It's a bakeneko, A cat Yokai that can turn into a human and also feasts on human or anything that it finds delicious.

It studied Baji's movements as it growled at him but then stopped as it stared at Baji, Stretching it's paws, it slowly turned into human hands then finally revealed a beautiful being with long luscious hair, her eyes were cat-like and her lips were in a shade of healthy pink. She was beautiful.

"You...You're Baji...You were the one that fed the stray cat back when you were still 12 years old" You muttered, Baji stiffened even more when you recognized him.

"Y-you know me?" He asked, you nodded. A smile forming on your lips as you walked closer to him, leaning in as you studied his features. He was really handsome, you thought.

"I do! I've been following everytime you go home from the meeting and I always saw how you would feed stray cats...You're a nice person, Baji-san" You cooed happily. Baji's face turned into a crimson red color as he looked at you.

"I'm happy you felt my wish of you staying so I can talk to you...I'm really happy" You cooed once more, Baji can't help but smile at you, knowing that a beautiful creature like you would want to get to know him.

Oh how thankful he is for staying <3.

MATSUNO CHIFUYU

Chifuyu quickened his pace but the cat that was following won't budge and still followed him, turning around; Chifuyu let out a groan.

"ARGH! I like cats and all but you can't come with me...I'm sorry...You're a girl and Peke J. might make kittens with you and I can't let that happen or mom wou---" Chifuyu wasn't able to finish his sentence when he was suddenly stopped by the cat who let out a loud yelp in disgust, It wasn't a cat like yelp but more human.

"That's disgusting!" The cat yelped, Chifuyu stumbled on his feet. Falling to the ground as the cat slowly transformed into a human revealing a girl with white hair, Golden eyes, a toothy cat like grin, sharp well kept nails, wearing a Pink Sakura patterned kimono. You were beautiful under the street lamp light.

"Y-You...I must be dreaming...A Human cat!? That's only in Anime!!" Chifuyu squealed as he grabbed a fistful of hair, trying to wake himself up from this crazy 'DREAM'.

You smiled sheepishly at the man as you roughly kicked him in his thigh causing him to hiss in pain.

"OW!--What the hell?"

"Sorry, I just had to tell you that you weren't dreaming" You smiled sweetly as you explained, Oh god! He fell in love with an entity he doesn't know just because of that simple sweet smile.

"I...You could've just pinch me or told me" Chifuyu stood up as he dusted himself, he looked at you with a soft pout. Completely forgetting about the fact that you weren't 'NORMAL'

You just shrugged as you then pulled him, the both of you walked into the night. You were giggling while Chifuyu was still flooded with questions and confusion.

He won't die...Right?...Right??

MANJIRO SANO (MIKEY)

Out of boredom, Mikey decided to leave his friends and walk along at the night and is now following a cat through an alleyway. He doesn't really know what had happened or why he ended up following the cat wherever it goes but all he knows is he finds it entertaining how it would look at him from time to time since he started following it.

"Can you stop following me?! You're hella creepy!" Mikey stopped in his tracks, his emotionless eyes blown wide when the cat just turned to him and called him a creep.

"E-excuse me?" He asked, obvious that he was take aback. Light flashed infront of him and that's when you appeared, you were wearing a black Kimono with flowers as it's design, your hair was in a bun with strands set loose on the sides of your face. You were hella beautiful, he thought but despite him thinking like that---He still has a straight face.

"I said yoou were being a creep! I mean who follows a cat? If you're bored go and do something fun, not following a cat!" You yelled at him, glaring but he just softly smiled.

"You're really pretty..." Mikey buts in, you felt your face heat up but still glared at him.

"Do you even know what I'am?! I'm a Bakeneko! I eat humans! I can kill you if I want to!" You protested.

"If you can kill me, why not do it now" Mikey spoke, still smiling as he walked towards you; backing away you almost fell but was catched by him.

"You can eat me now, If you want" Mikey spoke once more, you just let out a groan as you stood up, turning back into a cat and started running away. Mikey made sure to remmember that you have a fluffly black fur with blue and green eyes, your tail was a mess but it still looks good on you.

Mikey will find you again someday and you will find him as well. <3

KAZUTORA HANEMIYA

It was no surprise that kazutora likes cats, not like but LOVE cats. You have been dating Kazutora for quite a while now and he just loves how you act like a cat from time to time, how you would pounce on him, how you would purr whenever he kisses you but what's strange was you never let him play with your hair nor do you let him rub your back.

That's why Kazutora went and planned 'Operation cuddle and give Y/N headpats'.

"Tora! I'm here!!" You called out to your boyfriend as you entered his room, what you didn't know is that he was hiding beside his doorway. As soon as your fully inside, kazutora tackled you; cuddling you and petting you.

"W-wait! Kazutora! wa---" You didn't get to finish when smoke suddenly appeared, Kazutore let go of you as he backed away. His brows were furrowed as he stared at you, as soon as the smokes vanished a cat was now placed in your previous position where he tackled you.

"Y-Y/N?? The hell? What happened? Where are you?" Kazutora freaked out as he looked over at the now splayed over cat on his floor and around his room but there was no sign of you. Standing up from his position, he tried to look around the house, outside his room balcony and then his closet but again...There was no sign of you. Kazutora was about to take out his phone to go and call you but was suprised when he heard a loud groan.

"Fuck..." Kazutora whipped his head and stared at the cat as it was trying to stand up.

"eh?" The cat slowly stood up on it's four feet as it stared at kazutora.

"Tora, can you go and grab a vile inside my purse?" The cat spoke at him, He stared at you in confusion. How come you sound like the cat? What is going on?!? despite the questions that filled his head, he went ahead and grabbed the vile you were talking about from your purse and handed it to you. Grabbing it with your two fluffy black paws, you drank it; a huge smoke then appeared until you were finally back to normal but cat ears and a tail was still visible.

"Y/N???????" Kazutora freaked out, you let out a loud sigh...

This is going to be an awkward talk, you thought.