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27. Eddie Munson - Kinks Eddie Definitely Had Before Y’all Got Together

* Warning: female reader! Smut, kinks, mature language. NSFW 18+ *

- Knife Play

From the moment Eddie Munson saw you, saw how soft and delicate your skin was, he knew how well you’d pair with his pocket knife. The metal drawing against your cloud-like skin causes a bit of blood to escape from the small cut. He just couldn’t get it out of his head. The first time the two of you had sex, Eddie was a bit nervous to ask but once he did, he couldn’t believe your response. You were okay with it, you wanted to give it a try. Now Eddie can’t imagine himself dicking you down without the cool metal of his knife dragging along your thighs or your collar bone.

It was cold, almost resembling ice as the sharp edge was dragged slowly against your stomach. Eddie’s eyes watched carefully as he memorized all of his favorite spots on your body. They looked so pretty but he’d also admitted that they looked prettier with his pocket knife gliding effortlessly against you. A few times the blade drew blood but nothing too concerning that made you want him to stop. Your eyes fluttered close as Eddie’s blade made its way to your thighs.

“Eddie,” you whined, clearly frustrated that he was slamming his cock into you.

A laugh rang through your ears as Eddie kissed your forehead. He loved teasing you, loved the idea of you begging for him while he sketched over your fair skin with his knife. Eddie hooked the knife under your panties, his mouth leaving wet kisses against your neck as he cut your panties off. He nearly came in his pants at the sight of your leaking cunt. The light inside his bedroom caused your juices to shine which just made him twitch.

“So pretty,” he moaned.

When he called you pretty, you felt like you actually were pretty. And you were, Eddie never said anything he didn’t mean. He hooked his blade to the other side of your panties, cutting that side too and completely ruining your panties more. Then he pressed the tip of the ice cold metal against the skin just above your aching cunt. Propping yourself up on your elbows so you could see Eddie’s hands work its magic. Eddie watched you.

“You admiring my handy work?” He whispers, “like watching me play with you like this? So dangerous, baby.”

“Y-yes,” you breathed out.

“But you want more, huh?”

You nodded eagerly, tired of all of the teasing.

“W-wanna feel you, please.”

Pulling the blade away from you, Eddie moved to his knees and took off his hellfire shirt. His tattooed skin had you whining and moving your bare hips back and forth. He laughed, knowing you were desperate for him to ravage you. You’d grown to love the feeling of the cold blade against your neck while he rocked his hips into you. Eddie climbed to his feet, the blade hitting the blankets as he unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the ground along with all of the other clothing the two of you had discarded.

“Let’s try something different, baby girl,” he moaned, “turn onto your stomach.”

Of course you obeyed, twisting your body so that you laid on your stomach, face buried into the pillow. The bed behind you sunk in as Eddie positioned himself behind you, your legs already spread wide enough so he could see your dripping heat. After a moment, you were wondering what was taking Eddie so long to fill you up. But then he grabbed your hair, the strands feeling soft in his rough, calloused hands, and felt him pull your hair back so that your eyes were met with his paint-peeled wall. The cool blade pressing effortlessly against your throat. You gulped.

“I wanna fuck you while holding this against your neck,” he hoarsed, “wish there was a mirror in here, so I can watch myself fuck you just like this.”

You whined at his lewd words. Eddie laughed again, yanking at your hair once more causing you to feel the tip of the blade press harder against your skin. You swallow the thick saliva that’s coated your mouth but oddly enough it feels dry as hell. You felt the feeling of something warm and wet running down your throat. Eddie peered over at you and wiped his finger over the surface. Crimson blood was coating his finger.

“Didn’t hurt, did it?” He asked.

“N-no,” you breathed.

“Good.”

You didn’t get to say anything else because Eddie slammed himself into you, your pussy squeezing him tightly as he kept a steady pace while pulling your hair.

“Eddie,” you cried, “it feels so good.”

“Yeah baby,” he croaked, “tell me how good it feels princess.”

With each praise you gave him on how he was fucking you so fucking good, he went harder and rougher. The sound of y’all’s skin slapping filled Eddie’s room as he pounded into you relentlessly. Loud, pornographic moans tumbled from your lips, Eddie was holding the blade against you back while watching you intently. There was nothing better than watching someone so pretty unfold beneath him.

“God, a perfect slut,” Eddie moaned, “taking me so fucking well. Love it when I pound that little cunt.”

With each erotic word that left his lips, Eddie felt your walls tighten around his shaft. His hips stuttered from the tight hold you had on him, the veins that decorated every inch of his dick felt all of you. You were so wet, your pussy gushing glistening juices as he fucked himself into, that now Eddie was able to reach deeper than he’s ever had. Practically touching your cervix with the tip of his red tip.

“Fucking hell,” Eddie hissed, “I could fuck your little pussy all day and you’d still be so tight. Like a perfect glove, baby.”

“L-like a glove,” you stuttered, a familiar knot forming in your lower stomach.

Eddie knew you were close, the familiar sight of your tongue dripping between your lips, your breasts heaving as you panted like a bitch in heat, you were becoming incoherent as you just let the words drip from your sweet mouth. Oh how Eddie wished he had shoved his cock into your mouth, letting the red tip prod at the back of your throat. The idea of cumming inside your mouth while he held his pocket knife to your throat making him move his hips faster.

“Fucking hell,” Eddie groaned.

You started moving your hips, meeting all of Eddie’s thrust as you felt the band in your stomach snap. Loud moans echoed throughout the room, stars and sparkles clouding your eyesight as Eddie helped you through you aching high. You collapsed, Eddie having to hold your lower half to keep you from moving. Where was the blade? Well, Eddie still had it pressed into your skin but at this point he’d forgotten how hard he was pressing and some blood was dripping onto his bedding. You didn’t seem to care, you were too busy trying to ride out your own high. But the sight of you covered in sweat, cum, all fucked out with a bit of blood running from the wound of his knife was enough to send Eddie over the edge.

“F-fuck,” he cried out, dropping the knife so it didn’t hurt you anymore as he pulled his cock out of your sloppy pussy and busted on your back, “oh my fucking, God!”

You were filthy.

Eddie took a few moments to catch his breath then climbed to his feet so he could find something to clean you off. Once the two of you were cleaned up, Eddie turned his attention to your wounds. They weren’t big ones, just small cuts from the sharp blade. He cleaned them up with some Neosporin and put a Blue’s Clues bandage over them.

“There you go, love,” he hummed, “all cleaned up.”

“Thank you, Eddie,” you whispered.

He ran his fingers over your face and stared at you lovingly. You, on the other hand, were dozing off. Eddie pulled the blanket over you and him, pulled you against his tattooed chest, and sighed. He was lucky to have you because he knew that no one could handle his kinky, sadistic ways during sex.

“I love you,” Eddie whispered.

A soft hum leaving your lips. You didn’t say it but it didn’t mean you didn’t love him either, you did and Eddie knew.

- Breeding Kink

Who would have thought that Eddie Munson, the weird guy in school, would have an animalistic need to breed. And who would have thought that that person being bred by Eddie “the freak” Munson would be you, the good girl. You two are polar opposites but you love each other nonetheless and when Eddie asked you if he could stuff you full of his cum, you were eager to please which only made Eddie hornier. You were a good girl after all, telling someone no wasn’t in the cards for you.

Eddie was staring at your thighs; even in a pair of skinny jeans he couldn’t stop imagining his face nuzzled between them prodding at your clit with his tongue. You weren’t doing anything explicitly to make him feel hot and bothered, he just naturally horny when you were around. But could anyone really blame him? Eddie’s brown iris’ watched you intently as you doubled over in laughter, having just heard a terrible joke from Dustin Henderson. Eddie liked Dustin, of course, but he wanted his friend to leave so he could be alone with you. His mind was too fuzzy as he pictured himself inside you, watching you squirm as he told you to beg for him, his ring decorated fingers digging into your pretty thighs as he held you down. He also couldn’t help but picture what you would look like once he stuffed you full of his cum, breeding you. Something about you being full of his cum, carrying his babies, and rubbing your swollen breasts as they leaked milk made it impossible for him to control his urges. Especially with Henderson here cock blocking him.

A hefty sigh left Eddie’s lips as he ran his fingers over his face. Dustin and you turned to look at the metalhead sitting impatiently on his couch. Dustin raised an eyebrow.

“Eddie, are you alright?” He quizzed.

“Fine,” Eddie grumbled, obviously not fine like he just said.

Even though Dustin was clueless to Eddie’s sudden behavior, you weren’t. He always did this when he wanted to be alone with you, pouted and pretended like he wasn’t. It was kind of endearing. Dustin kept prying, trying to find out what was wrong with his friend, but Eddie wasn’t budging, refusing to let Dustin know he was upset. This started an argument between the two of them, both of them snapping at each other. Sighing gently, you came up with a way to make Eddie feel better without him having to bite Dustin’s head off.

“Dustin,” you say, their attention turning to you, “I’m not feeling so well, I think I’m going to go lay down for a bit. How about I see you tomorrow?”

“Sure,” Dustin said, “you can come with me to talk to Suzie.”

You nodded in agreement before walking the young boy out. Waving goodbye, you closed the door. When you turned around, you were greeted by a concerned Eddie and no longer pouting like a child. He reached his hand up and rested the back of it against your forehead.

“You aren’t feeling well?” He asked, trying to feel for a fever but afraid that he might not be able to detect one.

“Eddie,” you giggle, “I’m okay. I told Dustin I didn’t feel well so you and I could have some alone time. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“You little minx,” Eddie laughed, “you had me going for a second too.”

The two of you shared a laugh before you grabbed your jealous boyfriend’s hand and pulled him to his room. The lingering smell of cigarettes, weed, and stale liquor wafting through your nose. In the beginning, you didn’t like the smell because it made you sick but the more you came over, the more you realized that the scent was intoxicating because it was Eddie. You climbed onto the bed, Eddie climbing in next to you, and the two of you watched the ceiling fan spin around.

“I can’t believe you were jealous of a literal child,” you teased.

“Pssh,” Eddie scoffed, “I wasn’t jealous. Just see him all the time at school, wanted a break.”

Lie. Eddie loved having Dustin around, they were best friends. In fact, if you hadn’t been here today, Eddie would have spent the whole day with Dustin. However, you being here made Eddie only want you and seeing how the two of you were laughing while he sat on the couch did make him a bit jealous of his friend, even if he was a kid. Just seeing you give all of your attention to Dustin made him needy for you. He wanted to hold you tightly in his arms, wanted to feel your lips against his own, wanted to feel your heartbeat as he nuzzled his head into your chest. The feeling of your soft breasts pressing against his cheek as he listened closely.

You rolled over and rested your hand on his chest. Eddie’s brown eyes stared deeply into yours, you were smiling knowingly at him and he could feel his heart flutter. You didn’t need to say anything. Eddie lifted his hand up and stroked your cheek, your breathing hushed but still enough for your boyfriend to picture what you’d look like as he teased you with the tip of his cock. He wanted to watch you beg for him as he slipped it delicately between your folds, then moving away just as your breathing quickened. Eventually, he wanted to rock his hips into you, them momentarily stuttering as he tried to adjust to how tight you were. He knew with each push he’d feel your gummy walls flutter around his thick shaft, his precum mixing with your soaked core. But what he really groaned audibly about was the thought of him filling your tight cunt full of his cum. Y’all had never done that before but he wanted to try it. He just wasn’t sure how you’d react when he asked you. He was afraid of your answer.

You knew Eddie like the back of your hand, every facial expression that he wore on his face was a sign of a different feeling. And by the small pout on his lips and the longing looks he was giving you, you knew he was thinking hard about something.

“What are you thinking about?” You questioned.

“I don’t know,” he lied, his eyes still watching your facial features.

“Liar. Come on, tell me!”

Smiling, Eddie rolled the two of you over and pressed his forehead against yours. He was searching for something in your eyes, his nerves on edge as he thought of how to ask you if you would be okay with him breeding you tonight.

“I wanted to see if you were okay with something,” he said, his voice so quiet.

“And that is?” You pressed, interested in what he wanted to know.

“Wanted to know if you’d be okay with me breeding you, doll?”

Immediately there was an aching sensation in between your legs, your pussy feeling wet just from him asking for such a lewd and disgusting act.

“W-what’s brought this all of a sudden?” You whimpered.

“I don’t know. Just thought about it, it’s okay if you don’t wanna,” he assured.

Of course you wanted to. You wanted to do anything that Eddie wanted to do.

“I do,” was all you said, causing Eddie’s eyes to widen slightly.

“Really?” He hummed.

Nodding your head, you started running your fingers against his clothed chest; you were desperate for some skin to skin contact. Sensing your desperation, Eddie sat up so he could remove his shirt. He tattooed body relaxing into your body once again. A soft whine left your lips as you raked your painted nails against his skin.

“Pretty girl,” Eddie whispered huskily.

You dragged your tongue against your plump, pink lips glossing them up. Eddie was practically drooling, the thought of his cock pushing past your lips, his throbbing, veiny cock assaulting your throat as your saliva coated every inch of it. His cock twitched inside his jeans.

“Let’s play,” he said.

“Yes, please.” you whined.

A large grin stretched across Eddie’s face as he sat back up, gently tugging at the hem of your shirt so you’d pull it off. When it was, he groaned at the sight of your lacy, pale pink bra. Sneaking his hands behind your back, Eddie snapped the glasp and pulled your bra away from you, exposing your cute, pink nipples. The breeze from the rotating ceiling fan and the chilled room from the cold winter days made your nipples hard. Eddie leaned down and attached his lips to them, rolling his tongue over the peaked buds and pinching them between his teeth.

“E-Eddie,” you cried out.

Eddie’s calloused hands tweaked your other nipple causing you to arch your back despite you sitting up. Strings of saliva pulled from your skin as Eddie pulled away, wanting to give some attention to your other perked bud. You ran your fingers through Eddie’s hair, pulling him closer to you just needing to feel all of him. You fell back against the mattress, pulling him on top of you. Eddie traced his lips up your neck, sucking at the supple skin, leaving reddish, purple marks to get darker in the morning. Spreading your legs, he climbed between them and pushed his hips into you. You could feel Eddie’s cock pressed against you so you grind your hips just to feel some type of friction.

“F-fuck,” he groaned, “if you keep doing that, I’m gonna finish before I’m even inside you.”

He pushed your hips down into the mattress keeping you from moving against him.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Eddie’s fingers unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them off of you. You were wearing a matching set of panties. Eddie pushed his face into your soaking, clothed cunt breathing in your scent. Like always, you smelled divine, like roses and cherries, his two favorite smells. Eddie’s nose was pressed into you, your core dampening the tip of his nose.

“You smell so beautiful,” he grumbled, “I could never get tired of your scent.”

You were starting to get impatient, you needed something. Eddie hooked his fingers to your panties and pulled them down, revealing your glistening slit. Finally, he dipped his head down and dragged his tongue over you; his tongue releasing a little bit of your nerves as you let a breathy, needy moan. Eddie didn’t waste any time pushing his tongue between your folds and wrapping his lips around your pulsing clit. His big eyes watching you while you kept your eyes screwed shut, the pleasure starting to build into a knot. You could never last long for Eddie and he loved it because that meant he could make you cum multiple times.

“Oh God,” you sob, “it feels so fucking good, Eds.”

Eddie only hummed, swirling his tongue over your puffy bud. He was thoroughly enjoying the taste of your dripping cunt, slurping whatever fell from you coating every inch of his taste buds. Your hands gripped the soft sheets beneath you as you let out strings of profanities and moans. With one more long drag of Eddie’s tongue, the band inside your stomach snapped causing you to see stars. Your back arched off the bed as waves and waves of pleasure washed over you, blissful cries of satisfaction ringing throughout Eddie’s bedroom. Luckily his uncle wasn’t here so neither of you had to worry about him hearing you.

After lapping up all of your juices, Eddie pulled his head away from your spasming heat while licking his lips. He didn’t want to waste a single drop of your essence.

“Mmm, so good,” Eddie praised while standing up.

You were panting, your hooded eyes watching as he started to remove his own pants. He dropped his ripped jeans to the floor, your eyes never tearing away from his huge bulge. Eddie smirked, loving the way you eyeballed him in such a lustful way. He beckoned you to come closer with his index finger so you slid off the bed and onto your knees. A light hum filled your ears. Removing his boxers, letting them collect with the other clothes he’d discarded on the carpet, Eddie moved towards you with fixated eyes. He tapped the tip of his blush pink, leaky cock to your lips. It was salty when you licked away his spilling seed.

“Open up, doll,” he whispered, your mouth dropping as soon as the words left his mouth.

Eddie slipped his cock into your mouth, a small aching sensation that you’d grown use to causing you to whine. Eddie was thick and with your mouth not being so wide, you’d had trouble fitting him in all the way without the soreness of your jaw intruding. However, you’d grown use to it and the painful pleasure had become something you endured. Your saliva coated every inch of his cock as he began thrusting his hips, your throat contracting as you gagged around his dick. Strings of praises and moans tumbled from Eddie’s lips as he pushed his sweaty hair out of his face. You moaned too, your pussy clenching around nothing. It yearned to feel full but you had to be patient, Eddie loved taking his time.

To Eddie, the only thing that felt better than your throat was your cunt and that was what he was picturing while he roughly slammed his hips back and forth. Your nose tickled as his soft, curly pubes brushed against your nostrils. Each snap of Eddie’s hips drove him deeper and deeper into your mouth until you could tell he was almost at his reaching point.

But he stopped just as it was about to hit, his breathing labored and erratic. You stared up at him with dazed, confused eyes. He laughed.

“Wanna save that for when I’m buried deep inside you,” he assured, “get on the bed.”

“Okay,” you croaked, throat hoarse from your moans and throat abuse.

Pushing yourself up, you crawled on top of the bed and laid down. Eddie pried your legs apart and positioned himself between your legs. Eddie watched you intently as he pushed himself into you, your tight pussy squeezing him with each inch of him slid in. The two of you moaned.

“Eddie,” you whimpered, “so big.”

“I know, doll, I know,” he whispered, beads of sweat spilling onto your face, “be a good girl and take all of me.”

You didn’t argue. Once Eddie was all the way inside of you, he started to move his hips to meet yours. His thrust were hard but the pace was slow and agonizing. Eddie was afraid that if he went any faster that he’d finish too quickly. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder, your teeth biting your bottom lip so hard that you started to taste blood. Eddie smashed his lips into yours as his pace quickened, knowing that it was pure torture for his gorgeous girl if he didn’t move fast enough. He released your lips, them swollen from you biting them and his lips being so rough.

“Eddie,” you moaned, “oh, fuck, you…you feel so good.”

“You do too, love,” he groaned, his hands gripping the sheets underneath you, “such a perfect pussy for me.”

Eddie was starting to stutter and you were sure he was close by the way he moved his hips and pushed his head into your neck. You were also close, the skin above his cock hitting you just right causing waves of intense pleasure to pulse through the bundle of nerves that desperately needed attention. Eddie moved one hand to the back of your head, making you look at him as he tangled his fingers into your hair. His pace quickened.

“I want you to cum first,” he hummed, “you think you can do that baby, for me. Want you to cum all over this fucking cock of mine, get it all messy before I breed that tight, little cunt. Wanna make you a pretty mommy, see you swollen with my babies.”

His words were much different compared to how he normally talked dirty. It was more hungry and yearning like he couldn’t live without it. It was just as attractive as his original words. Eddie watched you with lustful eyes, beckoning for you to cum. Shapes and colors clouded your vision, even Eddie was starting to look blurry and unplaced. You reached your hand down between y’all’s overly sweaty bodies and started rubbing your clit. Pretty moans left your lips as you rubbed your aching clit, your hips meeting each of Eddie’s thrust. He was hitting all of the right spots.

“Eddie, I’m gonna fucking cum,” you cried out, tears streaming down your pale cheeks from the amount of pleasure beating through you, “oh, fuck yes! Don’t fucking stop!”

“Yeah?” He panted, “don’t stop? You want it so bad, huh?”

You nodded, “so bad!”

Eddie’s hand wrapped around your throat, the air left in your legs clinging to you as he pounded relentlessly into your cervix. The tip of his cock bullying your g-spot helps you reach your climax more. There’s a ringing noise in your ears as you gush all over his dick, your mouth hanging open but no sound coming out. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“That’s a good girl,” Eddie choked, even though you couldn’t hear him very well, “make a mess, doll. Soak my cock.”

Eddie helped you ride out your high, his cock showing no signs of letting up.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned, “so sloppy. What a whore.”

His hips glided with yours and started losing its rhythm as he got closer to his own orgasm.

“Here…here it comes, fuck! Gonna fill you up so fucking good, doll.”

With a few more thrust, Eddie’s cock twitched before spilling ropes of his white load into your bruised cunt, the walls being painted with him cum. He held you down and fucked his seed into you, never pulling out so it stayed in. Your legs were pressed against your chest as he slowed down. You felt full. Eventually, Eddie came to a complete stop before pulling out. His eyes stared at your slippery heat and smiled with satisfaction when none of his orgasm escaped.

“How you feeling?” He asked.

You could only nod your head, giving him a weak thumbs up. You were tired and used up, your eyes felt heavy as they began to close. But when Eddie moved, you opened them again. He crawled into the bed with you, pulling your naked body against his own. Y’all were sticky but that didn’t matter right now. When the two of you woke up, you’d shower and clean yourselves but now it was time to rest. Nuzzling his head into you, stroking your stomach, Eddie whispered sweet words into your ear helping you fall asleep faster. Eddie just watched, picturing you all plump with his kid.

“Gonna be a beautiful mommy,” he whispered before drifting off to sleep alongside you.

- Jealousy Sex

Eddie was just the type of guy to get jealous even when a guy just looked at you. It didn’t even have to be a long look, just a quick glance, and he’d be pissed. Of course you’ve tried to calm him down, saying it was just a harmless glance but that didn’t change anything. Eddie wanted people to know that you were his and only his, that he didn’t fucking share. And you’d be lying if you didn’t say jealousy sex wasn’t the best because Eddie loved to mark you up and you loved having hickies on your body for days.

School was running like normal, even the approaching storm outside wasn’t enough to stop the everyday movement of Hawkins’ High. Eddie is sitting at the head of his Hellfire Club table, his group of D&D nerds gathered around like he was some type of king. But he was only one of many. However, he had something that the other kings didn’t have and that was you. And that irked them, especially Jason, the king of the football field. You were a good girl who came from a loving family, people naturally gravitated towards you because you were extremely friendly for your own good, you were just radiating. And you were all Eddie’s. How Eddie “the freak” Munson managed to snag something so perfect, no one knew and that was another thing that annoyed Jason. So today was the day that Jason was going to show you that you deserve someone better than a guy who plays a lame ass game for nerds and couldn’t even graduate with his own class.

Or so he thought…

He was unaware of how devoted you were to Eddie Munson…

Either way, he’d set himself up to fail because you weren’t going anywhere that didn’t involve Eddie.

When you walked into the cafeteria, people turned their heads naturally. Your pretty, slightly curled hair flowed to the midst of your back and swayed as you walked. You didn’t have to wear skirts to look pretty but God did it help when you did. Today, you wore a pink plaid skirt that just barely reached your thighs revealing your light skin that damn near sparkled in the sun, a pair of white shoes encased your feet, underneath the cropped, light pink jacket you wore was a plain white, spaghetti strapped shirt that was also cropped so a bit of your stomach was revealed, and around that sweet, little neck of yours was a pretty, gold necklace with a golden dove on it. Too pretty for your own good. Not even noticing the way Jason is eye fucking you from across the lunch room, his hooded eyes lusting over how revealed you are. It should be against the law for you to walk around like that.

Even though you didn’t notice, Eddie did. He was watching it happen right in front of his darkening brown eyes, his pupils darting between you and Jason. Jason’s blue eyes tracing over your body while you were too busy talking to one of your friends. It pissed Eddie off beyond belief. So when you did eventually walk over to him, he was quick to throw his hand around you wanting to assert dominance as soon as possible. Which definitely earned a glare from Jason.

“Hey, baby doll,” Eddie hummed sweetly.

“Hey, love,” you said back, your dusty pink lips stretching into a grin.

Eddie loved it when you called him things like “love” or “honey” or “baby,” it made him feel loved and despite him being jealous, he knew that you didn’t want anyone else but him. But he could still see Jason staring at you, this time his eyes were looking at your ass. That made Eddie growl, something primal and feral beating through him. Of course you noticed and turned to see what he was seeing. By this time, Jason had made his way over to you, causing Eddie to tighten his grip.

“Hey,” Jason greeted, completely ignoring Eddie which just pissed him off more.

“Hey, Jason,” you replied politely.

You weren’t mean and that meant that you didn’t see the way people looked at you because you were only focused on enjoying a polite conversation.

“I’ve got two tickets to the new movie they released,” Jason continued, his eyes momentarily flickering to Eddie, “wanted to see if you’d like to join me tonight?”

His question not only shocked you but it kind of irritated you as well which was hard to do in the first place. But you’re a nice girl, and freaking out in the middle of the cafeteria was not your forte so you politely decline.

“I have a boyfriend so I don’t think that would be appropriate,” you say sweetly.

A little too kind for Eddie. All he wanted to do was rip Jason’s throat out. You knew it, everyone sitting at his table knew it, and even Jason knew it. He just didn’t care.

“Please, Munson’s hardly a boyfriend,” Jason laughed, “he’s more of a pet. You need a real man.”

There was no time for you to respond because Eddie had had enough.

“Excuse me!” Eddie growled, “you’ve really got a set of fucking balls on you to march up here and ask my girl out like that!”

You reached your hands up and gently pried Eddie’s arm off of you as he was starting to squeeze.

“Please, you didn’t even notice how you just held her in a death grip,” Jason snapped, “she needs someone who will take care of her, not hurt her, freak!”

That hurt Eddie. He’d never hurt you and despite him trying to pretend like it didn’t faze him, you saw it. If he wasn’t standing right here in front of everyone, he would be burying his face into his palms while crying. He loved you. And you knew it. So turning to Jason, you decided to do the one thing you never did. Be mean.

“Don’t talk to Eddie that way!” You yelled, “I love him! And what I don’t need is some prissy jock walking up to me and telling me who I need to be with. So…”

Everyone was staring at you, eyes wide as they watched the scene unfold.

“So fuck you!” You hissed, a wave of uncoordinated gasp echoing against the walls.

Immediately, you grabbed Eddie’s hand and pulled him out of the silent lunch room and headed for somewhere where you and Eddie could be alone. What better place than an old Janitor’s closet? Pushing the door closed, you locked it so that no one could barge in unexpectedly, wanting to give Eddie all the time he needed to calm down. He was filled with so much rage and jealousy, you were afraid that he’d lose it in the middle of everyone. Eddie propped himself up against the wall, his head staring down at the ground while he gripped his jeans tightly. His hands, decorated in bulky metal rings, gripped his plain, black, ripped jeans. You walked over to him, taking your own hand and placing it against his shoulder.

“Eddie,” you whispered, “it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” Eddie muttered, his hands instantly grabbing your waist, “I just want to rip his fucking head off his shoulders.”

He looked up at you, anger still evident in his eyes. You couldn’t help but giggle, this wasn’t your first time dealing with jealous Eddie.

“Who the hell does that prick think he is?” Eddie continued, “like he had a damn shot. You’re too pretty for him, hell, you’re too pretty for anyone.”

“But I’m not too pretty for you,” you hummed, “in fact, I believe I was made just for you.”

A growl left his lips as he nodded. You were made for him and how dare anyone look at you, or approach you. Eddie’s grip on your waist tightened as he pushed you against the wall, a small thud hitting both your ears. A soft gasp left your lips as he dipped his head down and started sucking on your soft neck, his teeth digging into the sensitive area before he ran his hot tongue against the sore spot. Eddie’s hands didn’t waste time running up and down your exposed thighs, his knee moving your skirt up giving him more room to work with. He’d become so needy within seconds and all because a boy you didn’t like back had feelings for you. Jealous Eddie was possessive and needy, your favorite.

“Eddie,” you moaned, feeling his nails dig into your flesh.

He was still working his way down your neck, your poor flesh probably now covered in deep purpling marks. He huffed against your skin, shivers running down your spine as you felt the cool breath touch your damp flesh.

“You’re mine. Only mine. He can’t fucking have you. No one can.”

A quiet giggle from your lips turned into a lustful moan as he pries your legs more apart, letting his knee rest against your clothed cunt. A grin stretches out across Eddie’s face because he loves the way your voice sounds. So pretty when you sounded so desperate just for him. It drove him wild.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he hissed, one hand dropping and cupping your already heated pussy, “wanna show everyone who you belong to.”

How could you say no?

You couldn’t.

Instead, you just gave in because all you wanted was him. A quick nod of your head was all Eddie needed before he pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips then dropped to his knees. He pushed your skirt up, telling you to hold it for him which you did, then he continued to pull your panties down. God he loved it when you wore the white pair with the cute little bow on the front, they made you look so fucking damn innocent. A groan left his lips as he looked up and already saw your glistening cunt, your juices overflowing to the point that a little ran down your trembling thighs. You just watched him carefully, your breath shaky and welcoming.

“Who made you this wet, doll?” He asked.

“You,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

One of Eddie’s ring decorated fingers slid against your slit, the wetness sticking to it and pulling into a string when he pulled his finger away. He popped it into his mouth, never tearing his eyes away from your heat as he lapped up whatever juice he’d collected on his finger. How could he describe your taste? It was so perfect like he was eating a well prepared fruit bowl that tasted sweet and refreshing. Eddie’s eyes darted to your face, a soft groan leaving his lips at how precious you looked barely even grazed by him. He took pleasure in knowing that you were here next to him instead of in that cafeteria where everyone could eye fuck you. He got to actually fuck you, so maybe he shouldn’t have been so jealous, but he couldn’t help it.

“I’m sorry I got so jealous,” Eddie mumbled, “just hate the idea of that ass anywhere near you.”

You only smiled sweetly, not being able to answer because you were too focused on him kneeling in front of you. Eddie said something else but it was incoherent. Eddie leaned down and ran his tongue against your slick folds, his tongue dragging painfully slow against you as he tried to taste every inch of you. His nails left crescent marks in your thighs as he continued to push his tongue deeper into your folds. Your fingers grasped Eddie’s messy strands, your skirt being held by your arm loosely. You could feel your breathing picking up as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your high. The only thing that felt better than his tongue dipped inside of you was his fucking cock dragging against your gummy insides while he moaned into your ear.

“Eddie,” you whimpered, your legs wobbling, “I-I’m so cl-close.”

He only hummed, his lips wrapping around your clit as he softly sucked, letting his tongue run over it gently. Eddie could feel you quivering. He could tell you were so close to your climax and he was so desperate to taste all of you, he started moving his tongue faster and sucking harder. You yanked at his hair, grinding your hips against his face as you saw nothing but white, your climax finally falling over you. You didn’t even care if the moans that fell from your lips were loud and pornographic, knowing Eddie loved the sound of his name falling from your sweet lips as drool pooled in the corner. When Eddie pulled away from you, you could see all of your juices clinging to his face. He ran his tongue over his lips, a grin appearing on his face as he tasted your sweetness.

“So fucking messy,” he moaned.

You were panting, stars flashing in your line of vision as he came down from your high. Eddie could see your fucked out expression but he wasn’t done with you. He wanted the whole school to know that you weren’t going anywhere. You practically belonged to him. Standing to his feet, Eddie gripped your thighs tightly before picking you up and pressing himself into you. His jean covered bulge rubbing against your already tired pussy as you soaked his jeans. You felt embarrassed by it, trying to figure out what you or Eddie would say to anyone who asked about the wet spot. Eddie, on the other hand, was grinding his hard on against you, moaning at the friction his pace was causing. Little whimpers left your glossy lips, your lipstick fighting hard to keep your lips painted, and deep growls and groans left Eddie’s lips as he quickened his pace. If he didn’t stop, he was going to cum in his pants.

Having to fight himself, he pulled away so he could unbutton his pants and remove his aching cock. The blood from his brain had made its way down to his cock and it was throbbing.

“I need you so bad,” Eddie whined, his voice full of desperation.

“Please, Eddie, fuck me,” you mutter, wanting to feel his thick cock abusing your already spent cunt.

“How can I say no when you asked so fucking nicely.”

Eddie let his pants pull to his ankles, along with his boxers, his bright red tip pushing against your folds. You moaned lightly. Eddie was chuckling into your neck, a single hand gripping the zipper to your pink jacket and pulling it down. Eddie groaned at the sight of your nipples poking through the white, spaghetti strapped, cropped shirt. You hadn’t worn a bra today.

“No bra?” Eddie hissed, “such a fucking slut. You wanted to get fucked today, huh?”

Of course you did. After school, Eddie normally took you back to his place and the two of you shared in some passionate love making but this was equally as good.

Eddie pushed his thick cock into you, moans leaving both your lips as you rocked your hips into him wanting him deeper inside you. Eddie pushed you tightly against the wall, clicking his tongue in the process. He almost felt ashamed of being jealous because here you were all needy and ready for his cock to roughly pound into you. Eventually, after carefully pushing himself into you, Eddie’s hips started to rock into you faster and harder. Some of the leftover cleaning supplies toppled over and crashed to the floor as he buried himself into you with such force. Your tongue rolled out of your mouth, drool slipping and landing on your chest, eyes crossed and breasts bouncing as he fucked you.

“E-Eddie,” you pant, hands gripping his shoulders.

“All mine,” he groaned, “fuck, I don’t know what I’d do without you. I’ll kill anyone who thinks they can take you away from me. Fuck, baby.”

It was an empty threat. You had a better time believing that Eddie would start a punching match with someone rather than believing he was capable of killing someone. He wasn’t that sick minded, even if he liked to pretend he was.

All of your thoughts in your head resurfaced when Eddie removed his cock from inside you. You whined but Eddie just clicked his tongue while letting your legs drop. They were wobbly and you had a hard time standing up on your own, but luckily you didn’t have for long. Eddie turned you around, your ass pressed against him as he slipped himself back into you from behind. God you’d never felt so fucking full.

“Don’t worry, doll,” he growled, “I’m not done with you. I want this whole school to know who’s making you feel this good.”

Eddie snapped his hips roughly making you slam against the wall. More cleaning products fell off the shelves and cluttered around y’all’s feet. Eddie moaned at the sight of his dick disappearing between your legs, feeling your cunt tightly wrap around him and squeeze him while your juices coated every inch of him. He leaned forward attaching his mouth to your shoulder and digging his teeth into your flesh, this earned a lewd moan from you that the two of you were sure others heard. Gripping on leg, Eddie lifted it so he could fuck you deeper.

“Fuck, just like that, Eddie,” you cried, your hands fumbling to grab onto something.

“My God,” Eddie croaked, “you feel so good, baby. Taking my cock so well like a good little girl.”

“Just…just for you.”

“Just for me.”

Eddie knew you’d never leave him. The two of you were meant to be together, not to mention there would be no reason for you to leave. He treated you like a queen.

“I’m gonna cum again,” you pant.

“Fuck yes.”

His speed got faster, a single hand slamming down on your bare ass leaving a red mark to be seen tomorrow. The thought of leaving a handprint on your ass sent jolts of electricity through him as he brought his hand down again for another slap. You screwed your eyes shut as you felt a etire wave of pleasure gush over you. The leg you were standing on buckled and you would have fallen if it wasn’t for Eddie holding you and the wall keeping you upwards. Stars blurred your vision as a loud moan rippled from your lips, Eddie’s pace never stopping as he plunged himself into you repeatedly. Your cum dripped all the way down his cock and clung to his balls which slapped aimlessly against what they could reach.

“Eddie,” you mewled, exhausted.

“Al-almost there,” he gasped, “gonna fill you up. Fuck, wanna watch my cum drip from your slutty hole. Maybe I’ll even make you…make you go out there with my cum running down your legs. Fuck, fuck. That’ll show that asshole you’re mine.”

You couldn’t help but cry at his degrading words, they were almost lewd enough to make you cum for a third time.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” Eddie huskily growled, “fuck, I’m cumming.”

With a deep moan and his hips sputtering against yours, you felt Eddie release all of his seed into your plushy pink walls filling you to the absolute brim. All that could be heard was the sound of the two of you panting as Eddie kept himself buried inside of you, not wanting to let you go just yet. He wished the two of you were at his house because then the two of you could cuddle under the sheets and drift off to sleep. But you guys were at school.

Eventually, Eddie pulled his softening cock out of your sore body earning a whimper and whine from you as he did so. Almost immediately, Eddie’s cum started running down your legs mixed with your own essence. He could practically drool at the sight. When you were stable enough to move on your own, you pushed yourself off the cool, concrete wall and looked around for something to clean yourself with. Eddie then pulled at your white shirt.

“I mean, you’ve already drooled all over it,” he laughed.

He held your jacket while you removed it, revealing your pretty, plump breasts. His eyes watched them carefully while you cleaned yourself up before putting on your pink jacket again. It was like before, nothing about your outfit changing besides the white shirt. Maybe no one would notice.

Eddie took your white shirt and stuffed it into his pocket before the two of you walked out of the janitor’s closet. There wasn’t anyone in the hall, surprisingly, and you felt like the two of you didn’t have to say anything about what happened in the closet because you were sure the two of you were loud. However, when the two of you entered the cafeteria again, everyone’s eyes were on you. And you thought it was because they had heard y’all fucking until you saw Eddie holding up your white shirt that was now covered in his and your cum. A large smile was present on his face because he was proud of what he had just accomplished. Normally, you’d be upset if he paraded around letting everyone know that he just fucked you but there was a since of satisfaction knowing that everyone, especially Jason, were shocked to see that Eddie “the freak” Munson had bagged a complete package. All the while everyone thought you were a sweet, innocent girl but in reality you were a complete freak but only for the kind of freak’s himself.

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babybluebex · 3 years ago

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laszlo kreizler nsfw alphabet

so yeah this... Happened. the zemo version is coming soon, stay tuned! (probably tomorrow morning bc a bitch is tired lmao)

(gif credit to @lindir)

A = Aftercare.

Laszlo is such an aftercare king. He’s checking on you in every way he can think of: asking you if you feel alright, maybe massaging your hips if he had you in a weird position, offering you dinner or wine, maybe even a hot bath, if you’d like (and the bath would have special perfumed oils he had sent from Paris because Laszlo is SUCH a self care whore, he’s got soaps and perfumes out the wazoo).

B = Body Part.

His favorite part of yours are your breasts. No questions, hands down. He likes using your breasts as a pillow at night— just settling himself between your legs and resting his head on your tits is a dream he indulges in frequently. He also really loves seeing you in the new French-style of dresses that have a lower neckline, and, if you wear one of those dresses to dinner without telling him beforehand, he’s as good as gone. He’s staring the whole time and can only manage simple sentences.

C = Cum.

I think Laszlo likes to cum inside you, but he also wouldn’t mind cumming on your tits. If you’re on your knees, sucking him off, he’ll pull himself out of your mouth and almost rip your blouse in his haste to set your tits free before his orgasm rips through him. He only chooses to cum inside you if he can’t cum on your tits (for example, if you’re having slow, kissy sex and he can’t bear to leave your wet heat).

D = Dirty Secret.

Laszlo. Loves. To. Be. Degraded. From a psychological standpoint, he understands that his desire to be brought down and ridiculed is born from some sort of childhood trauma that DEFINITELY involves his father, but he just can’t help himself from getting so ridiculously turned on when you call him a dog for humping your leg while you try to sleep. Bonus points if you use his title while you do it: “Just like a little bitch in heat, aren’t you, Doctor Kreizler? You’re so aroused, you can hardly handle yourself. Are you too dumb to touch your own cock? Do you need me to do it? Oh, Doctor, what a dumb little thing you are.”

E = Experience.

Even Daniel himself has said that Laszlo has like NO experience. Laszlo got ZERO bitches (which I find hard to believe but ok whatever you say, writers of The Alienist), so, the first time y’all have sex, he’s more likely than not losing his virginity (let’s not get into the debate of “virginity is a social construct” because a.) IT IS and b.) Laszlo would lecture for hours about this). HOWEVER, these things come naturally to him. He is just Good In Bed. He figures it out very quickly, so, while you make fun of him for going a little stupid when he’s aroused, he makes up for it by bruising your cervix and apologizing later.

F = Favourite Positions.

Laszlo loves that soft, slow, kissy sex, so he’s into whatever position makes it possible for him to be inside you and to kiss you at the same time. Missionary is a go to, but sometimes he’ll have you sit on his desk and kiss your neck as he hikes your skirts up and fucks you all slow and nice.

G = Goofy.

Hardly ever? Laszlo is pretty serious most of the time, and the only time we ever see him Not Serious in the show is when he’s wasted after John’s bachelor party in season 2. So, maybe y’all went to dinner at Delmonico’s, then a ball for members of high society, and he had a little too much champagne and schnapps. He’s not like giggling and all, but his cheeks are red and he’s smiling more than usual, and calling you sweet names “Oh, mein Kätzchen” and “Meine kleine Prinzessin”. That’s Laszlo’s version of goofy.

H = Hair.

OK, my train of thought here is: LOOK AT THIS MAN’S BEARD. HIS BEARD IS NICE AS SHIT. If he treats his facial hair that good— regular trims, the beard oils we all know he uses, even if it isn't strictly canon— then his downstairs hair is nice too. Definitely soft, if maybe a little wiry sometimes (but tbh whose isn’t), and it’s a nice little cropping at the base of his cock. He also has a thin happy trail up his soft tummy, and a good amount on his chest (as we see in the show lol that much is canon).

I = Intimacy.

Laszlo is ALL ABOUT intimacy. You’ll know he’s in a ~mood~ because you’ll ask what’s being served at Delmonico’s that night, and Laszlo is like “I thought we might stay in tonight. John gave me his grandmother’s recipe for chicken soup”. He’ll light candles and pour you wine and play nice music on his gramophone, and he’ll romance you throughout dinner with little hand touches and sly smiles, until he’s kneeling in front of you and slowly kissing up your leg.

J = Jack-Off.

Honestly, he hardly does it. Of course, I’m sure he did it A LOT before he met you, but now he doesn’t need to pleasure himself anymore. He’s got you to do that. The only exception is if he has to travel for work and you can’t go with him. Even then, he’ll hold off until he absolutely can’t stand it, and then he’ll like read a letter you sent him or look at a sketch that John did of you while he whacks off; sometimes, he’ll just hold your letter to his face, and the faint trace of your perfume is enough to do the job.

K = Kink.

He likes impact play a lot (and perhaps a little roleplay wrapped up in it). On the rare occasion that his fucking is anything but soft and lovely, he’s gonna be hitting your ass and the backs of your thighs as you cling to him while he rails you stupid. Laszlo would try to hit your cheek, but he feels too bad when you wince at the pain of it. Spanking your tits is good to him too. His favorite though (and here’s where the roleplay comes in), is caning your ass. He’ll bend you over the desk in his home office and pull your skirts up past your hips, and he’ll make you count the amount of times his thick wooden cane connects with your soft asscheeks. The roleplay is, more often than not, you were his assistant who did something wrong and needed to be punished. If you miss one or forget to thank him accordingly “Thank you, sir”, he’ll focus the next hit on your thighs.

L = Location.

Either the bed or his desk. Laszlo is a little older (I don’t think we ever get an explicit age? But if we say he’s the same age as Daniel, then he’s 40 to 42-ish) so he can’t do it against a wall or anywhere too crazy (not to mention his right arm can hardly support much weight, so if he needs to hold you up, it’s probably not gonna happen). The bed is a special time for you two because of his arm; he’ll hold himself up with his left arm and rest his hand on your hip or wherever to give himself at least a little leverage. But the desk is usually easier because you can sit, or you can bend over and he can grab your hip.

M = Motivation.

He loves you and wants to worship you. It’s truly as simple as that. He loves you and thinks that you’re the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, and he wants to show his reverence for you by making love to you.

N = No.

He can’t get into the role of “daddy”, nor can he call you “mommy”. Childhood trauma aside, he will be goddamned if Sigmund fucking Freud is correct about his bullshit Oedipus complex or whatever, so he just eliminates that whole thing entirely.

O = Oral.

He’s very good at it. He’s just… His lips are soft and his beard is good, and he’s not afraid to get a little messy with it. He’ll eat you out until he absolutely has to come up for air, and he’ll have a little bit of your wetness clinging to his mustache, but then he’s right back in it. His medical degree is also put to good use here because he remembers his female anatomy and he’s locked onto your clit the entire time. The first time you ever squirted, it was because Laszlo was nipping at your clit and sucking your wet little hole and pressing his thick fingers into you, and it was A Lot To Process, but you squirted and Laszlo came in his pants instantly because he’s like “I didn’t think women could actually do that… I thought that was a thing that penny novels made up”

P = Pace.

Again, he’s a little older, so he doesn’t fuck like some wild boy. He takes his time with you, touching you and caressing you and kissing you, and his pace is the same way. He’s slow and gentle, but has the capacity to go faster and harder if you ask for it.

Q = Quickie.

Hates them. Never. Never ever ever. If he can’t properly romance you and take his time with you, then what’s the point??

R = Risk.

Surprisingly, Laszlo is a little schemer, and he loves running a risk. He’s already looked down upon by other society members, so what’s the harm in squeezing your ass at a party? PERHAPS it’s inappropriate to get caught in a dark corner with your hand down his trousers and him kissing your neck, but it’s easy to blame it on the alcohol.

S = Stamina.

Once more, he is firmly middle aged, so he can do one round— maybe two, if he’s feeling particularly frisky. Usually, though, one is more than enough for both of you.

T = Toy.

HAVE YALL SEEN SEX TOYS FROM THE 1890S?? SHITS ARE SCARY. Laszlo does not like toys, but he understands their need for existing, so he may not like them but he tolerates them. That being said, he likes to watch you use them. LIke, he’ll sit in a chair by the bed and request you “put on a good show”, and he’ll watch you fall apart, and he’ll only come and touch you if you beg and plead for him to.

U = Unfair.

Mhm, so, in Laszlo’s mind, sex and pleasure are not just a give and take, it’s a two way street. They can (and often need to) coexist. He doesn’t like to initiate something if you won’t be able to reciprocate, so he’s not too into teasing or things. At the aforementioned parties, he’ll only goose your ass if he knows you’re 100% down for it.

V = Volume.

He’s fairly quiet. His mouth is usually really close to your ear, and you’re the only one who gets to hear his pretty little noises. The loudest he’ll be is when he’s come home after traveling and it’s felt like ages since he’s made love to you, he’s gonna come inside you, and his little gasp and moan are louder than usual.

W = Wild Card.

He is down to be tied up. He doesn’t like to tie you up, but if he’s the one being restrained, he’s all over it. It’s nothing too intense, just using a ribbon for your hair to tie his left hand to the headboard, not super tight but enough to make his fingers a little tingly, but he loves it. He loves the switch of the dynamic, how he’s fully at your mercy and you can use him however you please; usually, you just suck him off and ride him, but the endless possibilities get him hard as soon as you pull out the ribbon.

X = X-Ray.

Laszlo has Big Dick Energy, so he has to have a big dick. The best example of this sort of energy is in the very first episode after he goes and interviews Wolf, and comes to speak to Teddy, and Teddy is like “you interviewed the suspect? On whose authority??” and laszlo is like “Mine” like OH HIS DICK IS BIG I KNOW IT. He’s got an above average length and girth, but we know our man likes to eat, so some of his weight goes to his dick, so it’s like,,, He’s got a fat cock, sorry, I don’t make the rules

Y = Yearning.

Constantly. Neverending. He’s at work and he’ll catch a glimpse of a pastel drawing that you commissioned from John for Laszlo’s birthday that sits in a frame on his desk, and his heart starts to hurt from missing you. When he comes home, he’ll embrace you and kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years, and he’ll want to hear all about your day. You have your doctor so whipped for you, and it’s a different kind of whipped than being pussy whipped. He’s, like, feelings whipped.

Z = ZZZ.

He’s a sleepy little baby after you guys finish. His eyes will be a little heavy and sticky as he’s cleaning up and caring for you (and you definitely coo at him “Oh, Las, you’re so sleepy!”) but when you’re both back in bed, our little man is circling his arm around your waist and nuzzling his cheek into your shoulder. He’s so soft and affectionate, and he’s out like a light when you kiss his forehead and tell him you love him.

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your--isgayrights · 2 years ago

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just messaging to say that i really enjoy your fics, characterization, analysis/insight, and writing talks - you put out valuable work and i really admire your writing. it’s been really fun waiting for updates, it feels exciting!

since you feel like sharing, is there anything you have about one of your fics (be it a cut scene, the writing process, or so on) you’ve been dying for an opportunity to share? i love behind-the-scenes/the writing process ^^

hiii hellooo thanks for calling my gay losers fanfiction valuable work its on my emotional resume now

Hmm I don't really cut scenes as much as I just sometimes completely rewrite them and/or move them around... Like there was going to be a scene with LJY and a scene with SYS in chapter four but like for uhhh Obvious reasons I was like okay no those go in Chapter 5 now my privileges for adding scenes to chapter 4 have been revoked.

On my other fics hmmmmm.......... Um if you read the one for ORV bigbang that I pitched and wrote, the 10k one about YJH going through every regression and KDJ is always there, that one is one I like talked about in an ask way back ago on this blog... It was an AU I played around with in my head that like I pictured being like suuper long and multichaptered and going through each regression but like... A writing skill I actually learned was that... you can actually make plans about writing... so that you have to do less work...

Shocking!

Which is why when it was still going around in my head I pitched it to ORV BB and Yuu was kind enough to pick it. I initially planned two chapters in the outline submission, one chapter with the sort of YJH timeline viginettes and then a second chapter where he has to game everything to make sure KDJ lives... So in my outline process I have the end of these two chapters written, the first is the one that you see in that fic with the sacrifice and the second is a final confrontation w/ the OD AND i think that the latter will never see the light of day. My main problem with it is that even though I tried to incorporate HSY more in the planning of chapter 2, I felt like the ending I came up with didn't do her justice in the climax, it was too YJH and KDJ focused, so if I ever went back to that chapter 2 concept I'd basically be starting from scratch I think.

ALSO about that one: in the ORVBB terms Yuu only had to make one illustration for me but she really went above and beyond and did a bunch of scene sketches just before I submitted the final which was just so crazy cool. A lot of my WIPs went on hold during bigbang but it was really wroth it just to have that experience i think.

if you want some Writing Process about wall fic tho heres a fun anecdote (cw i talk about why suicide is included in the fic a bit):

so back when I put out the first few chapters of wall fic i was really not expecting the kind of response that it got because firstly i had never written a fic that got the amount of attention wall fic got from the git go before and then secondly... ok when I wrote the outline for wallfic in my head it is like. A. Comedy.

So that seems like crock because chapter one is like explicitly about Kim Dokja's suicide attempt huh. and like I knew that when I wrote it... But I didn't think it was that sad? It's hard to explain that because like. Something I encountered after publishing is that in my experience, like, attempts aren't sad. You know, I'm open about being trans and gay and like the fact of the matter is that like 50% or more of my lifelong friends from growing up have attempted suicide before like we're part of those more than 80% statistics lmao. So in my mind when I see narratives about suicide in media, I'm sort of looking at how well they represent my own or my friends' experiences. Which is why cannon ORV really struck a cord with me, because it presents KDJ's suicidal ideation as this natural part of him that's always there, and he's never portrayed as crazy or wrong for feeling and thinking in those ways. It's presented very naturally in a sort of "this is just how it is" way. Which is something that really hit me, because I think that in my experience with suicidal friends, that's how it is. It's always lurking under the surface and it's something we all have thought about. Then there are just these moments of crisis where it can't be held back anymore and then you're calling 911 at 3 am on a school night...

So when I sort of write about these adults and institutions failing KDJ in chapter one, my feeling on it was going for that "this is just how it is," and then, in setting up the YJH relationship, it represented to me the fact that there are things that can still save you, whether it be friendship or strange parasocial calling, at the core of things there's some hope for us... It seems very optimistic to me! A great set up for some gag comedy too, classic romcom misunderstandings such as... "Oh the guy who saved me from my suicide attempt doesn't actually care about me..." oh hmm.. that still sounds depressing doesn't it?

I think that one of the reasons I had to take a lot of breaks in between writing Chapter four is because around the time i was done with chapter 3, i was home for winter break and found myself calling 911 for another friend and I was like... OH. WAIT. this is like. Not something that Most People Have Done. Because I was sitting there answering the responder thinking like "🙄 ugh i hate that they always ask if the suicidal person is armed when you call 911 for attempts" and then I remembered that like the first time I called 911 on like a for real for real attempt where I 100% knew that my friend Would Die if the ambulance didn't get there on time my reaction was... not like that lmao. Like The Sheer Desperation I felt at that time would almost be impossible to explain because there's this sense of helplessness that comes from being a teenager where your friends are just physically out of your reach and it feels like there's nothing you can do for this person to change the home life that keeps bringing them to the edge so all you can do is watch your discord dms late into the night in case you need to call 911 and then once you have that's all you can do...

And then i was like hold on wait is that what wall fic is about.

So I like reread chapter 1 then and it was like kind of hard because like... Yeah huh I kind of Wrote This huh. These are kind of my Real Life Personal Experiences being projected onto my Korean Webnovel Men.

Then I reread comments that I got on that first chapter and like... people saying that they cried reading it and that it was so sad... I had kind of laughed or thought they were exaggerating the first time I read them because it's like... I didn't write anything sad though?

But then when I was rereading what I wrote with everyone else in the comment section that time I thought... it really was sad... It was sad what happened to me and my friends, wasn't it? That it's just how we grew up, thinking it was normal, getting used to it to keep each other alive... And I started crying too, because I had forgotten that it was sad, that it was terrifying, and I needed all these people on the internet to remind me...

It was a bit hard to write after that, because I realized that my own words had a lot of meaning to me... and since it was very important to me to write wall fic, I started to get a lot of anxiety about doing it right. ORV big bang helped me take a break and remember that writing is just writing... I don't have to worry too much about whether or not something I'm writing is accurately representing something important to me... because since I'm the one writing it, the things I think, my values, ideals, experiences, all these things are naturally going to be in something that I make... I don't have to express things on the axis of all these specific ideals, its enough to just put down what feels fun and good. I managed to bottle the feeling I had before of "i enjoy these guys in my head and i want to show them to people," sort of the joy of creating that got overshadowed later on.

I think that was important for me, because at the end of the day I think that wall fic is still comedy. It would be wrong to call it tragedy, because even though the beginning is sort of in this sad place, the sort of trajectory of the story is upward, you know? I think that it's also something I want to express that those of us who do have those sad lives or those tragic lives... it's still living! Too often I feel that narratives about suicide I've been subject to in media are either blink and you miss it cured (unrealistic, quick resolution that doesn't give anyone the proper building blocks for recovery) or made out to be impossible to escape from and inevitable (you're doomed the second you start feeling this way)... I would like to see more narratives that start out with suicide, take it seriously, and then go on to ask... now what? When we survive, what do we do? Because too often I think the only answer some of my friends found was "Nothing changed, but there's nothing else I can do. I'll just try again."

So with Kim Dokja, of course he still has the suicidal ideation, he still holds tightly onto "there's nothing I can do," he still doesn't value himself even though he isn't actively attempting... but even though he's Going Through it in wall fic I want to show that his life gets just a bit more beautiful every chapter. That he didn't have to change too much for his life to get better, he wasn't in the wrong for feeling the way he did... things just get better... you just have to live to see them and they will... this is something I would want to promise to a reader, so I think carefully about it while writing now.

#then of course the comedy comes from him not internalizing that things are better lmao #personal #ask #twigwing

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vexelier-suix-cipher · 3 years ago

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"Could you do Teruteru, Hifumi, and Ryoma getting drugged by a love potion and falls (even harder) for the reader (who has already fallen for them)?"

100% I can!! :D

Warnings: Mentions of love drug/potion, slight obsession(?), and swearing.

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Hifumi Yamada

•Proceeds to rant about how amazing Hifumi is

•Fanfic boy loves you very much!! (Though he did his best to hide it)

•It felt like when a cat loved it owner. Celeste went out the window. This man would get on his hands and knees for you. 🙇🏽‍♂️

•You also loved him very much!! (Literally Taka had to keep Mondo from lunging at you two and screaming "JUST DATE ALREADY!!")

•Oh but what's this? A drink on his desk after a hard day of drawing and writing manga?

•Well of course he drank it!! He chugged that drink and felt quite satisfied after.

•And back to work he goes :›

•He had some music on and his script for his next manga, scribbling out the sketches for his newest manga when he felt the sudden urge to go see you.

•It was nothing too new. Could've been he just wanted to show you the script for his manga!! A beta read!

•So Hifumi happily found you and sat you down, showing you the script for his manga!

•He felt a bit- different.

•He felt like he needed to have you in his arms.

•He needed you closer.

•He needed- you.

•The even more clingy behavior continued for a few days.

•Though you didn't mind, you did find it a bit strange.

•Why was he so clingy?

•You already read this script-

•And read that one too-

•Didnt he have things to do?

•He was going to fall behind in his schedule if he continued like this!!

•So when you saw him walking over to you once again, you pulled him to the side and questioned him.

"Hifumi, you've been acting kinda strange these past few days. Are you okay? Don't get me wrong, I love having you by my side but you're going to fall behind in your schedule."

"Well...I don't really know how to explain it. I feel like I've got to be with you all the time!! A-And I'm getting work done!!"

•He huffed and whined for a while longer as you continued asking him things before he got frustrated with himself and finally blurted it out

"Fine!! Fine. I like you, okay? I have for a while a-and I just didn't know how to tell you-...I found this drink on my desk one day and now that I think about it, it could've been one of those love potions that I've been hearing about...could've made my feelings stronger.."

•He started muttering towards the end but you could understand the gist of it.

•You reassured him it was fine and that you accepted his feelings.

•Which was returned with a loud,

"HUH?!? YOU DO?! WHEN- HOW-"

•*Once again has to calm fanfic boy down*

•After calming him down (again) you went over your own feelings.

•He had the brightest smile on his face I swear

•He just couldn't hold back!

•So he picked you up and held you close, hugging you sweetly

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"

===

Teruteru Hanamura

•AGGRESSIVELY RANTS ABOUT HOW AMAZING HE IS

•Love Potion exists?

•He probably bought it.

•This boy is already so head over heels for you it's absolutely adorable.

•He 100% cooks for you.

•Breakfast? In bed.

•Lunch? Made your favorite food.

•Dinner? You can eat with him! :D

•And his food is just 😩 to die for

•He does his best to tone down the sexual comments a bit, though he can't help if one or two slip out!

•Compliments you every 5 minutes no lie.

•Though he does turn cherry red if you compliment him

•If you allow petnames, he WILL call you darlin' and sugar the most.

•Now for the fun part

•He was most likey cooking and was working with the oven.

•Ovens hot. His clothes are pretty hot.

•So he stripped got something to drink out the fridge

•He blindly took a glass out the fridge and drank it.

•Drank the damn love potion-

•He knew he accidentally drank it. He read the label he had put on the glass right after he drank it.

•Unlike Hifumi, he tried staying away from you

•Poor boy doesn't know how to show such strong feelings :(

•He still does cook for you though

•And leaves you little snacks

•Did yelp when you came into the kitchen once without him knowing (it's true I was the dust on the oven window)

•Alot more fiddly and nervous when he has to go ask you something

•His gaze is towards the floor and he's playing with the ends of his scarf as that adorable accent decorates his speech

•Hes so nervous oh poor baby

•You found him scurrying everywhere once trying to find his hat when you had to point out it was on his head-

•He was so embarrassed-

•He apologized and walked back towards the kitchen

•He cooks his feelings away

•That is alot of food-

•Once he disappeared into the kitchen you went after him

•You had been wondering why he ran away from you every time you saw him

•You were worried :(

•As he went back into the kitchen, he paused hearing someone else's footsteps.

•He turned around and jumped slightly when he saw you

•Begin the anxious southern rambling and questions.

"O-Oh! S/o! What brings you to the...the kitchen??"

"Teru, what's going on? You keep ignoring me."

"W-Well I don' mean to cher' I-Its just I' been kinda stressed lately a-an' I don' wanna bother you with tha'-"

•Oh sweet boy almost cried just talking to you

•He wanted to confess so badly!!

•He just wanted to hug you and bury his face into your neck!!

•But he was so scared :(

•After a good talk, the confession just slipped out of him mid-sentence

"I already apologized cher'..."

"C'mon Teru, what's been REALLY happening with you?"

"W-Well...the truth is I accidentally drank a love potion and since I love you so damn much it strengthened my feelings...I-I didn't wanna make you uncomfortable so I stayed away in case I-"

"Did you just say you love me?"

"I-I did..?"

•Oh certainly he did. And when he realized, he apologized 10x more.

•You had to shut him up by squishing his face

•After a good explanation about you loving him too, he clung onto you with a laugh.

•He sat in your lap (and after some consent) kissed your face all over, muttering a soft 'I love you' after each kiss

•You two sat together like that for quite a bit, just laying in each other's presence

"Thank you so much....you don't know how much that means to me...how much YOU mean to me..."

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Ryoma Hoshi

•Ah yes. Tiny, edgy, ex-tennis, cat loving, deep voiced boy

•Where do I start?

•Lets start with

•He's absolute shit at feelings.

•Like really.

•He refused to believe he fell for you.

•His heart was racing? No it wasn't. It's probably because he was out of breath.

•He's flustered and blushing? Kinda hot in the room y'know.

•You get the point.

•He hates the fact he fell for you. He doesn't know what to do.

•He lost almost everyone he ever loved before. Why would this be any different? He didn't want to put you in danger.

•Ryoma hanged around with you though. He was a bit quiet but he went basically everywhere you went

•No one really messed with you when little man was with you.

•This was okay. He could hide his feelings. You wouldn't be in danger and he wouldn't ruin his relationship with you.

•Then the world announced a love potion was now available!!

•Ah shit.

•That damn Kokichi.

•All he wanted was some water and that little panta-loving gremlin switched it out with the new potion.

•He had already chugged around half the bottle before he realized it wasn't his juice.

•Ryoma would've just left it at 'Oh I just poured the wrong drink in' if it wasn't for Kokichi coming up to him about an hour later.

"Nishishishi....how's the love potion working Ryoma?"

"The what."

"Oops~"

"You little-"

•Kokichi went to the nurse with a bump on his head from Ryoma hitting him with a tennis ball.

•You thought Teruteru hiding away was bad?

•Ryoma refused to leave his dorm.

•He came out at around lunch time to get food, go to the bathroom, and then back to his dorm.

•No one was allowed in.

•He could feel the effects of the potion working.

•He wanted to get out and cling to you so badly. It almost physically hurt

•Fucking hell-

•Him. Ryoma Hoshi. The guy who basically gave up on life, wanted to run into your arms like a little kid.

•He almost cried.

•Of course you were worried!! He locked himself in his dorm without warning!!

•And he refused to talk to you!!

•You came to his dorm door almost daily, trying to pry open the damn door.

•With no avail.

•Goddammit.

•It wasn't until a few weeks later which he made a plan.

•He'd confess and leave right after.

•If you said no, that would be the end of it.

•If you said yes, ...well he didn't really plan that far.

•Ryoma met up with you at the back of the building, looking down at the ground as he heard your footsteps.

•It took a minute of small talk before he started speaking

"Listen, Kokichi switched my drink out a few weeks ago for that new love potion they're selling. I already had really strong feelings for you but with the potion they increased. I know you probably don't feel the same way but I wanted to tell you because it was starting to get too out of hand for me."

•He rambled on a little about how you would never like him and that he apologized for having such feelings and-

•You yanked his beanie down to his face, letting out a small huff.

"Ryoma Hoshi you have no idea how long I've been waiting for you to confess. You're an amazing guy Ryoma, and I really do wish you confessed sooner since I feel the same way. Now shut it with all the sad shit and come here."

•You told him, tugging him closer by the sleeve as you engulfed him in your arms

•Ryoma felt like his face was on fire. Butterflies in his stomach and a giddy, tingly feeling throughout his body

•He let out a low chuckle, hugging you back and sighing softly

•This was nice. He felt....loved.

•He liked this feeling quite a bit....he had missed this feeling quite a bit.

"Maybe I should've confessed sooner."

===

AHHHHHHHH I HOPE YOU LIKED IT-

I absolutely adore these three.

If you want me to add or fix anything just say the word!!

I had a great time writing this!!

Thanks for requesting!!!

-Vex ∆

#ryoma hoshi x reader #ryoma hoshi #hifumi yamada #hifumi yamada x reader #teruteru hanamura #teruteru hanamura x reader #danganronpa #dr2 #goodbye despair #danganronpa x reader #thank you for requesting!#-Vex ∆

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sehunniepotwrites · 4 years ago

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sakura kiss | n.yt

PART III OF FOR YOU IN FULL BLOOM: THE HANAHAKI COLLECTION

🌸 synopsis—the four times you noticed yuta’s love for flowers and the one time you realized it was not the flowers he was in love with

🌸 genre— would you be so kind? universe ; hanahaki!au, university!au, flower shop!au, angst, romance, slight fluff, mutual pining, strangers to lovers!au 🌸 pairing— art student/florist!yuta x art student!reader (f) 🌸 word count— 9000+

🌸 warnings — cursing; mentions of coughing, vomiting, hospital visits, death (no one dies!!), two idiots in love

🌸 author’s note—so i finished a fic with my favorite trope in time for my birthday today (dec 11th) and i’m posting to celebrate! it all started with this tweet that said yuta used to work at a flower shop and enjoyed drawing the plants during his free time!

this was a fun write and it takes place in the same verse as wybsk, which is linked above! you can read sakura kiss as a stand alone or after wybsk to get a better understanding of two scenes! to those you came from my mark fic, i gave yn a name (kira)!

but here she is! enjoy and be sure to tell me what you think!! i love feedback uwu

Nakamoto Yuta, you noticed, was an unusual fellow. He was your senior in the art department, a fourth-year preparing for his graduation while you were a couple of semesters behind him. Other than his small circle of friends, the foreign exchange student kept to himself, burying his handsome face in his sketchbook. You had classes together before but those were large lectures with over fifty students in the room— this was the first time you shared a small studio lab with him.

Barely interacting with him in the past, you were determined to change that no matter how intimidating Yuta was.

Were you intimidated by his extremely good looks or his unmatched talents in the fine arts? Both. Definitely both. He turned heads without fail and when he smiled, oh my god, you thought he was the sun. Yuta was pretty, beyond pretty even, with his striking face, brown eyes, and perfect body proportions.

To add on top of his perfection, his art style was immaculate. The artist never failed to steal your breath away with a couple of strokes and a swipe of his blessed hand. Anything he touched turned to gold. Never sharing those thoughts with him in the past, you made a firm decision to tell your senior this coming semester.

Yuta sat at the easel next to you, barely two feet away from your station. His sketchbook and drawing utensils were already splayed out on the holder. He was fiddling with his phone to pass the time, his painted nails rapidly hitting his touchscreen. How did Yuta make something so mundane as checking his phone look so ethereal? The inner most thoughts in your head cursed whatever beings lived in the beyond for not endowing you with such looks.

You gulped, gathering up the courage to talk to him. “Hey,” you greeted shyly.

Hey? That was the best you could do?

Yuta turned towards you, gaze shifting away from his phone. “Hey,” he said back with a slight curve of the lip.

“I don’t know if you remember me but we had a couple of classes together last semester,” you forced yourself to say with an awkward smile.

He grinned and his teeth sunk into his bottom lip, almost like he was holding back a laugh. “Yeah, no, of course, I remember you.” Your name slips from his mouth, causing your awkward smile to turn into a genuine one. His tone is kind and his voice is low, sending shivers down your spine.

You tried your best to keep the conversation going, wanting to finally compliment him on his work but your professor entered the room and called for everyone’s attention. He handed out the syllabus to a student upfront and around the papers went, signifying the start of your first class. Yuta shot you an apologetic look, conveying that you could always continue the conversation later.

The overview of the course’s syllabus was always the boring part of the first days. Your eyes glazed over, still not fully awake from rising early, and you tried to shake the sleepiness away. Stealing a glance at Yuta, you almost laughed at how his easel was angled in a way to hide that he wasn’t paying any attention. His syllabus outline was discarded off to the side and Yuta’s hands were moving rapidly, sketching out a large tree in full bloom in a page of his notebook.

It looked like flower petals raining from the branches and a person leaning against the tree trunk, hiding underneath the shade. His sketching speed and quality amazed you— how exactly did he sketch that fast and that beautifully?

You made sure your professor wasn’t looking in your direction before nudging Yuta’s side to grab his attention. He snapped out of his drawing daze and turned to you with widened eyes. A red seeped into his ears and pale cheeks, but you missed it completely, eyes zoned in on his quick draw.

“Hm?”

“That’s really good,” you whispered.

He rubbed the back of his neck at your compliment. “It’s just a quick sketch,” Yuta tried to play it off. He was never one to take compliments so well.

You leaned over to get a closer look. Noticing you almost falling off your stool, Yuta shifted his easel slightly closer to yours. “Is that a cherry blossom tree?”

He nodded, “Yeah, they’ve been on my mind a lot.”

“Do they remind you of home?” you asked. You couldn’t imagine being an exchange student in a foreign country— you would miss home too much.

“Yeah but that’s not really the reason why I’m drawing them,” he replied. His eyes shifted to a look of pain or discomfort as if he was reminded of a scarring memory. You watched him closely to make sure he was okay. He cleared his throat before letting out a couple of concealed coughs, face digging into his shoulder.

“You alright, Nakamoto?” You were too embarrassed to call him by his first name.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just a little cough.” Yuta gave you a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, “And you can just call me Yuta, you know?”

“Right, noted,” the name felt so foreign on your tongue.

“I have cough drops in my bag if you want some,” you offered, already reaching down to grab your backpack. He quickly dismissed you, telling you it wasn’t necessary.

Continuing to watch him sketch, you admired the way Yuta fussed over the smallest details— the lining, the shading, etc. It was nothing more than a simple sketch but if it was gifted to you, it would be framed and hung for the world to see.

He really was an artistic genius.

“Cherry blossoms are my favorite flowers,” you said.

You were too absorbed in his drawing to hear him mutter, “I know.”

“You say something?”

Yuta cleared his throat again with a pained expression. His hand held his neck for a second before shaking his head. “I said, they used to be mine too.”

Huh, you never really picked him as the flower loving type.

—🌸—

This was the third time Nakamoto Yuta had flowers growing in his chest and he hated it.

It was less painful the first two times around, probably because they were nothing more than fleeting crushes. He was in high school then, wholly infatuated with two different students during those years. Yuta followed them around like a lovesick puppy, all smiles and waiting on their hands and feet. He coughed a couple of petals out and it caused some uneasiness, but after being rejected harshly, Yuta pushed himself to move on.

The pain of high school rejection could never compare to the dull ache he was feeling as he looked at you. There you were, the person he secretly admired for the past two semesters, merely two feet away at your own easel.

You looked so in your element, eyebrows knitted and pencil in hand as you sketched away. A sight so captivating, Yuta almost forgot to breathe. Being an artist himself, he wanted to preserve that image on a canvas but he didn’t think his hand could do you justice. No pencil sketch, no painted canvas, no marble or clay sculpture could even compare to you.

This was more than puppy love. More than infatuation. Yuta was sure of it but how was he to let you know? You barely knew each other and a confession out of nowhere wouldn’t be the best way to get acquainted.

Perhaps another time, he thought to himself, before turning back to his sketch.

You would’ve never guessed that Yuta Nakamoto had a thing for flowers but he did.

Then again, you didn’t really know what he had a thing for to begin with— your friendship just started to bloom. It was like a bud barely opening under the sunlight; with each interaction, there was something new you learned about the quiet yet charismatic art major.

You knew he was a Japanese exchange student that majored in art, that was a given. You recently learned he loved cherry blossoms and that watercolor was his favorite art medium yet you still wanted to learn more.

The first time you ran into him outside of class was in the university library. Yuta sat at one of the tables, his space surrounded by books on flowers. There were books on the language, arrangements, and gardening tips. His face was deep into his sketchbook once again, back bent over the desk but his focused eyes darted back and forth between his drawing and his page of reference.

Yuta didn’t even notice as you hovered over him, debating on whether you should say hi. Even with your shadow casting over his body, his deep concentration never faltered.

His page was filled with various plants and flowers, little notes in a messy scrawl right under their pictures. He was currently drawing cherry blossoms, the page he was referring to showcasing the anatomy of the famous flower.

“Cherry blossoms again, Yuta?” you broke the silence.

Your voice startled him, causing his pencil to slip from the artist’s grip. It made an accidental mark and you whispered an apology as he clicked his tongue.

“Don’t worry about it, nothing an eraser can’t fix,” Yuta reassured you as he rid his paper of the unwanted mark. He blew the eraser bits of his page, hand sweeping his surface clean. He offered you the seat next to him and you gladly took it.

“So, why are you always sketching flowers?” you posed as your hand gestured to all the books he had on his person.

“They’re beautiful, don’t you think?” he answered with another question. He gave you a cheeky little grin, his lips widening to show off his beautiful pearly whites.

“Well, yeah.”

“It’s a shame they die so easily,” Yuta said, fingers running over his sketches. “Beautiful but fleeting.”

“But that’s life, isn’t it?”

“I guess it is.”

You hummed at his answer. “You’re really passionate about flowers, aren’t you?”

“Something like that. I actually work at a flower shop nearby, maybe you’ve seen it?” Yuta fiddled with the front pocket of his backpack to pull out a business card. “I like learning about the meanings to help the customers in the shop, amongst other things.”

You took the card from his grip, examining it. For You in Full Bloom was printed largely on the thin piece of cardboard. Staring at the name, you wondered why it sounded so familiar until it hit you.

“Oh, I pass by it everyday while walking to campus! I live two blocks away from the shop.” Your smile grew wider and he smiled back for a second before his face contorted into one that conveyed pain.

Yuta turned away from you to cough into his hand, his free one hastily digging into his pocket. He pulled out a handkerchief and began to cough into that. Shocked by his sudden sick fit, you quickly patted him on the back, hoping it would help him hack out whatever was lodged in his throat.

You saw him peek into the small square of fabric and wince at whatever it caught. He cleared his throat before turning back to you. “Sorry,” Yuta muttered, rubbing the front of his neck to soothe it. Placing a cough drop in his hand, he took it without complaint and popped it in his mouth. The relieved sigh he let out made you feel slightly less worried.

“You’re still sick?” you frowned. “You should really get that checked out, you know?”

He waved you off, “It’s nothing serious, I swear. What were we talking about again?”

“Cherry blossoms?”

“Your favorite flower.”

“And yours,” you added.

He hummed, “And mine.” There was a solemn tone behind his words but before you could press on the subject, he coughed again.

“Did you know that they’re also a symbol of renewal?”

Shaking your head, you urged your classmate to continue.

“Cherry blossoms hold the bittersweet meaning of life and death but they also bring the message of new beginnings.”

—🌸—

Yuta just wished when it came to you and him, the flowers meant the start of something new but no— instead, they just reminded him of the ache in his chest.

They reminded Yuta of how alive he was but also how he was one step closer to his grave.

Yes, you were merely classmates but he felt like he knew you solely from all the stories that were shared by your mutual friends in the art department. Ten and Taeyong sang praises on how thoughtful you were, always helping professors clean their studios after hours. Sicheng brought up how passionate you were about your major— Yuta himself bore witness to this many times during lectures and he wanted to know more about you.

A lot of charm filled your figure and it was enchanting, it really wasn’t that hard for him to fall.

Yuta fell for you much like the blossoms from the cherry trees.

And just like the blossoms, his time was fleeting but you were so completely unaware.

You left the library first, having forgotten that you had office hours with a professor. He watched you leave, eyes fixed onto your back.

Someone once said that you become miserable if you love someone too much. Yuta believed that to be true. There was a pang in his chest, heart racing against his rib cage as a stronger nausea attack hit him.

He gasped for air as his weakened stomach turned with sickness. Something was rising, working its way up his body. Yuta quickly slapped his hand over his lips as he hurled. Instead of bile, cherry blossom petals rained out of his mouth and into his palm.

He chuckled under his breath. Was it sad that he found beauty in his suffering?

Yuta thought himself to be crazy as he quickly shoved away the pain to begin sketching the petals in his hand.

For You in Full Bloom— what a nice name, you thought to yourself as you entered the shop with your friend Sicheng right behind you. The light ringing of the bell attached to the front entrance alerted the people at the counter of your presence. You picked up on harsh whispers before the tall male worker rushed to the back, forcing the young girl to assist you.

“Hi, welcome in!” the girl smiled brightly at you. “How can I help you today?”

Before you could reply, Sicheng stepped forward to answer, “Kira, we’re looking for Yuta— is he here?”

“Oh, Sicheng, hey! I didn’t even see you,” Kira exclaimed. “He’s, uh, not here right now.” Kira shot Sicheng a frustrated look, eyes darting to the back. Your companion sighed, done with his friend’s stupidity. You missed the quiet interaction, being too preoccupied with your surroundings.

“We’ll catch him another time then,” you answered her.

The small and quaint store was filled to the brim with flowers and your hands ghosted against the magnificent displays in the front window. The petals felt soft and the pleasing smells overwhelmed your senses in a good way. There was beauty all around you— there was no wonder why people loved visiting flower shops.

Various watercolor pieces were framed on the wall and you examined every artwork displayed. They were simple paintings of the plants that found a temporary home in the store. Some pieces were the flowers by themselves and others were of the many arrangements offered. They were vibrant, bright, and so incredibly detailed.

“I’ll tell him you stopped by,” she paused to ask for your name. You replied with a smile before turning back to take in the art.

“The paintings are a nice touch,” you commented, finally turning to look at her.

“Oh those? Yuta painted them,” Kira grinned, her body straightening up with pride. “He paints a lot when the shop is slow and my mom, the owner, loves to hang them up.”

“I should’ve known.” You took a closer look and spotted Yuta’s signature at the bottom of every picture.

“He’s very talented, isn’t he?” Kira hummed. Sicheng snorted for some unknown reason and you slapped his shoulder in response. There was nothing funny about Yuta’s skills and he knew that.

“Yeah, his skill is unmatched. I admire him for that.”

“Have you ever told him that?”

“God, no!”

“Why not?” Kira pressed. Sicheng joined in on the pressing and you moaned, an embarrassing heat creeping up your face,

“I don’t know. We talk but I find him to be a little intimidating,” you leaned against Sicheng’s shoulder and looped your arm through his. “I can’t just go up to him and fangirl over his work, can I?”

“But you want to,” he groaned. “And I’m tired of hearing you go on about it. Just tell him.”

A whine left your lips and you pinched your friend’s arm at the comment. He yelped and Kira just watched as the bickering continued.

“Yuta looks intimidating, yeah, but it’s just his resting bitch face, I promise. He’s just a softie,” Kira laughed and Sicheng agreed. “You should definitely tell him. He would love hearing it, especially from you.”

There was this knowing smile on both of their lips and it just seemed like they knew something you didn’t. You tugged on Sicheng’s arm as an attempt to ask him the florist meant by the last bit of her sentence and he tried to shrug you away. You just clung on tighter to your friend with a playful smile with Kira keeping a close eye on you.

You heard a cough come from the back of the store, causing both Sicheng and Kira to look up with concern. The coughing fit grew louder and louder, leaving Kira to excuse herself for a bit.

“If the other florist is sick, they should be at home resting,” you tutted with a frown.

“Some people are stubborn,” Sicheng threw back with a bit of distaste. Picking up on your friend’s bitterness, you wondered why he felt so strongly about it. You waved it off when a small display of sunflowers and red roses together captured your attention. Holding it in your hands, you admired how the two vibrant colors compliment each other.

Kira swung her way around the counter, “You like that bouquet?”

“It would be really pretty to paint,” you say, still spinning it around in awe.

“Yuta put it together himself yesterday, he’s pretty good at arrangements,” the florist beamed.

“What can’t he do?” you scoffed.

“Apparently, open his mouth and say what he needs to say,” Sicheng muttered beside you. Kira elbowed his stomach and he lurched over in pain.

“What was that?”

“Nothing,” Kira laughed nervously. She worked her way to you and gestured towards the flowers, “It’s yours, on the house.”

You rejected the offer right away. “Oh no, I couldn’t,” is what you reply, attempting to shove the arrangement into her hands. With a kind grin, she persisted for you to take it and just asked you to buy from them the next time you visited. “I’m sure Yuta would love it if you took this one off our hands.”

With a promise, you hesitantly accepted the bouquet. Sicheng was snickering in the background and you had to hold yourself back from whacking him with the flowers. Thinking you’d taken too much of the florist’s time, you quickly said your thanks and headed out the door with a coy Sicheng trailing behind you.

—🌸—

“They’re gone,” Kira yelled towards the back of the shop. Yuta made his way back to his spot at the cash register while wiping at his mouth with his uniform sleeve. He quickly pulled out his art supplies from underneath the counter, setting everything up to resume his painting. Taking a seat on the stool, his body was slumped over his makeshift desk as he messed with his pencils.

His coworker rolled her eyes at him as she began to work on a bouquet of blue cornflowers and daisies— good fortune and new beginnings. Her nimble hands hastily worked their magic with ease as if she’s done it a million times before. Yuta observed her, quickly sketching her hands at work.

“You’re ridiculous, I don’t get why you had to hide.”

“I didn’t want her to see me like this,” Yuta said, his pained eyes covered by the long bangs that drooped down over his sketchbook.

“Like what?” Her hands went to her hips. “Sick and hopelessly in love?”

“Yeah, let’s put it that way.”

“There’s a solution to this, you know,” Kira pressed with furrowed brows. “You don’t have to keep suffering.”

This. Hanahaki is what she meant— the disease of unrequited love.

“I’m fine, Kira,” Yuta hissed with a bit more annoyance than he intended to. She flinched at the tone but still pushed on when he coughed again. He felt the discomfort of something being lodged in his throat and his body had the urge to hack it out. Suddenly, he was leaning over the counter with cherry blossom petals littering the cash register.

Yuta practically hacked up a storm, body curling in pain. One hand was clutching his stomach while the other had a death grip on the edge of the counter. The dizziness returned and he felt lightheaded as the retching subsided. A weakness took over his athletic body and Kira rushed to assist him back onto the stool. There was a bottle of soothing eucalyptus oil sitting right on the counter and she scrambled to open it before shoving it under his nose.

“You’re obviously not fine. You need to go to the hospital to get checked,” she said as Yuta took the small bottle from her grip. He dabbed a couple of drops onto his hands and rubbed it on his nose and throat. “Why won’t you accept any help that’s offered to you at the hospital?”

“I’ve gone through this before, Kira. Don’t worry about me.”

“Sometimes you forget I’ve gone through this, too!” she yelled. “I don’t want you to end up on your deathbed like I was at one point.”

Yuta couldn’t argue with that. He was hired back when she was in the hospital recovering from the final stage of the dreaded disease.

“We’re all worried about you here. Mom, Jongin, Mark? And your friends— Sicheng, Ten, and Taeyong? We all hate seeing you like this!” her voice grew louder and louder with each word, causing him to flinch at the shrill tone. Deafening noises plus nausea and headaches never meshed well with him.

“You don’t see how much it hurts seeing someone you care about suffer like this, Yuta. It hurts even more when we can’t do anything to help you go through this.”

Silence filled the room.

“Have you seen Dr. Kim lately?” Dr. Junmyeon Kim was the Hanahaki specialist that Kira recommended. He eased her back into normalcy after her scare.

“I will soon, I promise,” he said through haggard breaths. She guided him through a couple of breathing exercises and it calmed his racing heart down.

Kira sighed. With a quieter tone, she said, “It’s a shame the world made us experience heartbreak this way, isn’t it?”

Yuta smiled sadly at her— it was a shame.

The front door of the shop opened and the bell rang. They both turned to see Kira’s boyfriend Mark walk in with a cute grin. He clumsily hopped over the counter to plant a sweet kiss on her cheek. “Well, at least you got your happy ending,” he muttered too low for his coworker to hear.

Yuta knew there was a chance of having it too, he was just too afraid to speak.

If one were to look at him at that moment, his features hid nothing. Nakamoto Yuta was slowly ripping at the seams with the sakura branches poking their way out of his built figure and although multiple options were given to him, he still felt so unbelievably helpless.

It was the middle of the semester when you caught Yuta wandering the halls of the main art building. A grin found its way to your lips as you saw him with his messenger bag and a tubed container slung over his shoulder. Running to catch up with him, you slipped your arm into his free one. Your classmate yelped at the sudden contact and you let out a loud giggled that echoed in the empty hallway.

You finally felt close enough to initiate contact after sharing supplies with him during one studio session. That being said, it didn’t mean you were comfortable with revealing the feelings you harbored towards him— you wanted to keep that a secret for a little bit longer.

“What are you doing here? I thought you didn’t have classes in here today,” you asked.

“Oh, it’s just you,” Yuta sighed. You felt your heart drop at his words but you played it off with a scrunch of the nose and a teasing tone.

“Were you expecting someone else, Nakamoto?” you nudged his stomach and he avoided it, already predicting your actions. Yuta held back another series of coughs, quick turning away from you to cough into the handkerchief always kept on hand. He looked in pain as he continued to hack into the small piece of cloth and you brought a comforting hand to rub at his back.

“Every time I see you, you’re coughing,” you frowned. “You really need to get yourself checked, it’s been months.”

“No, no, I promise you I’m fine,” he replied with the shake of the head, his dark hair moving along with him. Even when ruffled and out of sorts, he looked good. He attempted to clear his throat by downing some water.

Your lips pursed at his words, not satisfied with his dismissive answer. “If you say so. Promise me you’ll see someone if it gets worse though.”

He agreed but you suspected it was to stop you from nagging. “To answer your question before you went all mom on me, I was here to talk to the department about my senior project.”

“Have you decided on your theme for your exhibit yet?”

Yuta smiled wistfully, “Flowers.”

“Should’ve known— it’s always flowers with you. It’s like you’re in love with them or something.”

He let out a scoff at your words. When you shot him a questioning look, he dismissed the act completely.

Time spent with Yuta always passed so quickly; one moment you were on the top floor of the building and the next, you were already at the bottom of the staircase. Ever the gentleman, he held the front door open for you and you thanked him with a smile. His brown eyes shrunk into little slits and whiskers appeared at the corners as he grinned back with a little chuckle.

How you longed to sketch that image.

A strong breeze blew through, causing a couple of leaves and fallen petals to fly around your figures. You crossed your arms around your front to keep the cold from seeping in and shut your eyes to keep debris out. Peeking at Yuta, you saw him cover his eyes with a calloused hand and he gently pushed you behind him to use his body as a makeshift shield. As soon as the breeze stopped, his grip on your arm loosened but the grip he had on your heart was still as strong as ever.

He whirled around to make sure you were alright and next thing you knew, his hand was lingering above your head. “You have something in your hair, do you want me to take it out?”

Yuta looked down at you with cautious eyes and you just noticed how close you were. Heat radiated off his body and your cheeks as you nod in approval. One dry hand moved to delicately clutch the side of your head as the other plucked a leaf out of your hair.

Your breath hitched as his fingers ran against your skin and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear. There was a sudden pounding in your ears that matched the drumming rhythm of your heart.

“There,” he whispered as he let you go. With a smile, Yuta added, “good as new and pretty as a picture.”

“Pretty enough to paint?” you fired back with sarcasm.

“Definitely worthy of being displayed for the world to see,” he winked.

Was he flirting? It seemed like he was.

Maybe, Sicheng was right— Yuta could have feelings for you. But it could also just be wishful thinking.

Were you flirting? Is this how flirting works?

“Speaking of displays,” Yuta started nervously as he walked you to your car. He slowed down his walking pace and you easily matched it, your steps moving in time with his. The main walkway on campus was devoid of people, seeing how it was later in the school day. The path from the art building to the lot you parked in was short and you wished there was some way to extend it so you could spend more time with him.

“Will you, uh, come to my show?” he asked, his hand scratching the back of his head. His hair flopped with the wind and his unsure grin made him look so incredibly endearing. “I know it’s still too early to give you a set date but I’d love to see you there.”

“What? Of course I’ll come!” you said, stopping to slap his arm.

He winced at the contact. “Ow?”

“I would’ve gone even if you didn’t ask me,” you proceeded on the path with a smile. “I have to go and support my friends.”

There was a coughing fit coming from behind you and you whirled around to see Yuta hacking into his handkerchief again. It looked more painful than the last attack he had a few minutes ago. His breathing was shallow and he clutched his chest as the coughs continued.

“Oh my god, Yuta!” You were pretty sure you heard him gag as you rubbed his back. “Okay, I’m taking you to the hospital. You’re clearly not alright.”

He lifted a hand to tell you to stop. “No, no. I’m fine. I just—I gotta go,” was all he said with his hoarse voice before jolting away.

Staring at his strong back as grew smaller and smaller, you almost missed the fallen piece of cloth on the ground. Keyword: almost.

“Wait, Yuta!” you shouted, bending down to pick it up. “You dropped your hanke—” As soon as you lifted the handkerchief, perfectly preserved cherry blossom petals fell out of its hold. They rained towards the ground, decorating the sidewalk with the prettiest shade of pink.

Yuta was long forgotten. You were too lost in your confusion of the flowers.

“Cherry blossoms?” you asked yourself. “They’re not in season yet.”

—🌸—

Yuta heard you calling for him but he refused to turn around. He pushed himself to keep running despite the tight pain in his chest. Pulling out his phone, he sent quick text messages to Sicheng and Kira with his location, asking them to stop by and help him. The disorientation hit faster this time, causing him to tumble into a bench. He gripped the iron lining as he hurled and for the first time, it was so painful that it brought tears to his eyes. His mouth trembled as he let out a cry.

Yuta tasted the bit of blood that poured out of his lips.

Wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his jacket, Yuta ignored how the crimson stained the fabric. A butter chuckle escaped him.

“Pink goes good with red,” he whispered to himself as another stinging pain made its way up his body.

He felt the branches slowly poking his lungs, climbing a path up his chest. It was just as Kira described— it was piercing like a sharp arrow to the heart. The arrow pressed and pressed and pressed until he was exploding with petals, blood, sweat, and tears. It was aimed to kill. He thought arrows to the heart were supposed to fill him with love, not a heart-wrenching pain that tempted him to rip the beating organ out of his chest.

This was all too much to bear.

The full flowers and the scratching of wood tickling his throat.

The lack of oxygen and struggle for air.

He felt it all. He wished he didn’t.

Yuta wished he was one of the people that found their soulmate with that ridiculous red string of fate tied to the end of his pinky. They were blessed with a lifetime of happiness while he was cursed with what felt like an eternity of agony that his weakening body could no longer withstand.

Yuta knew you didn’t love him but he adored you anyway.

This wasn’t a shoujo manga, Yuta knew that. This was real life. No one was going to kiss, kiss, fall in love with the blink of an eye.

Picking petals off of flowers wouldn’t solve his problem. He wished it did, though.

If only it was that easy.

The rest of the semester flew by quickly with midterms and mid-semester projects keeping you at bay. You barely saw Yuta, yet alone the rest of your friends, if not for your classes. All of you shared the same appearance: dark circles, eye bags, sunken cheeks, hunched backs, and glazed over eyes. Your group survived the weeks with a crazy amount of caffeine and not enough food.

With the school year finally over and graduation season starting, that meant one thing for the college of fine arts at your university— exhibitions. The music and dance departments already had their concerts and showcases. Final showings of the theatre department’s newest production just wrapped up yesterday; the only thing left were the senior art exhibits.

Dressed to the nines and not at all like a struggling artist, you paced back and forth at the entrance of the student art gallery with a bouquet of irises in your hand. Sicheng, your emotional support for the day, stood as you walked the same path with annoyance. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint why you felt nervous— it wasn’t even your exhibit, it was Yuta’s.

Ten and Taeyong wrapped up their exhibits the week prior; Yuta’s was the last one.

“Are you done freaking out? Can we go in now?” Sicheng cocked a brow at you with his phone in hand. “The others are already inside.”

Wringing your hands together, you took in a deep breath. “Okay, let’s do this.”

Sicheng rolled his eyes before opening the doors to the gallery. Stepping inside, you were immediately welcomed by paper flowers of all sorts hanging from the ceiling and the quiet chatter of the gallery’s visitors. To the right, you saw a sign displaying the exhibit’s name: Efflorescence. A brief description of the exhibit was placed below it and you took the time to read it before stepping further in.

Snapshots of his life told through the appearance and language of flowers.

Ten and Taeyong, your seniors and close friends, were waiting for you off to the side.

“Sorry for the wait, you guys.”

Sicheng grumbled, “Took her long enough to calm down.”

Ten laughed, “Were you nervous for him? You weren��t like this for our final exhibits.”

“Oh, leave her alone,” Taeyong hushed the other two. Wrapping an arm around you, he pulled you close, “She’s nervous because this is her crush we’re talking about.”

“For heaven’s sake, say that any louder and he’ll hear you!” you screeched. The boys chuckled at your embarrassed state as you went ahead of them, ready to walk your way through the large room. From the corner of your eye, you saw Yuta smiling by the exit, surrounded by people singing praises about his work.

You weren’t in a rush— you wanted to take the time to appreciate every piece before talking to him about why he chose to display each work. Talking to the object of your affection could wait.

The first few paintings were of his childhood and the flowers that accompanied each scene all had similar meanings— innocence, purity, etc. You noticed that most of his paintings were done with watercolor, which made complete sense.

It seemed like he was always prepared to paint something, brush and paint always at the ready. The genius basically carried his foldable watercolor palette and pad everywhere he went, not wanting to miss an opportunity to paint a beautiful picture if he were to pass by one. That was another thing you admire about him— Nakamoto Yuta saw beauty in everything.

Deeper into the gallery, you found more familiar scenes and faces. There was a landscape of the fine arts department, with daffodil petals scattered across the canvas and it was titled New Beginnings. You passed various portraits of your friends, their beauty rivaling that of their birth flowers that shared the same space. Marveling at how realistic his paintings looked, you made a note in your brain to relay that thought to the artist later. He captured the essence of each person perfectly in a painting, breathing life into it, and you honestly couldn’t understand how one could do that.

Spotting Kira’s familiar face admiring a painting up ahead, you quickened your pace to catch up to her. Feeling the light tap you placed on her shoulder, she turned around with a surprised look that turned into a genuine smile upon seeing your face. She released her hold on her companion, a cute boy with doe eyes and bright smile, before giving you a hug.

“You’re here!” she squealed. Taking notice of the flowers in your hand, she winked, “Irises, huh? Nice touch.”

“I stopped by your shop beforehand looking for you and an older guy wrapped them up for me,” you smiled sheepishly. “Should’ve known you would be here and not working.”

“My brother, Jongin,” Kira said. “And of course, I wouldn't miss Yuta’s exhibit for the world. He’s done a lot for me and my family.” She shared a fond look with the boy next to her and he squeezed her hand in return.

“This is my boyfriend, Mark, by the way,” Kira gestured to the boy next to her.

“Yo, nice to meet you, dude,” Mark extended his arm out towards you and you gladly took in your hands to give it a shake. You laughed at his casual greeting; it was charming.

“Back at you, dude,” you giggled back.

Turning to take a peek at the picture they were admiring, you couldn’t help but break out into a wide grin. It was the two of them with the flower shop as their background. Yuta had painted Kira seated on top on the counter, eyes closed with glee and hands clutching a small bouquet of blue flowers. Mark, on the other hand, leaned towards her with fingers gripping the table top and looking at her with a loving smile.

You could feel the love pouring out of it and it warmed your lonely heart. “Wow,” you whispered.

Kira leaned her head on Mark’s shoulder and he placed a tiny kiss to her temple. “I’m buying it from him once this is all over,” she said.

Knowing each flower played a part in Yuta’s paintings, you tried to distinguish what flowers she clutched in her hand. “They’re cornflowers,” Mark answered the question that lingered in your head.

“Why cornflowers?”

“Oh those things put us through a lot— a little pain sprinkled in with their beauty,” Kira smiled, leaving Mark to chuckle lovingly at her comment. It felt like a secret between the two of them and you were invading in their space. “They were what got us together in the first place.”

Her sentence made you cock a brow. How could flowers be painful? That was awfully cryptic, even a little unsettling but it sounded a little familiar to you; it was on the tip of your tongue.

“Yeah, they’re pretty special,” the boy grinned, gaze still glued to the person wrapped under his arm. “Cornflowers are my favorite.”

“They’re starting to become one of mine, too,” she returned the look.

Mark’s bright brown eyes were shining with the love you wish someone had for you. It was a sweet sight, to see such a young couple in love. A part of you was jealous that they found a love like that so early in their lives while you pined after an artist that was so infatuated with flowers and their meanings.

Wanting to leave them in their moment, you excused yourself with a smile. There were only four paintings left to see.

The first was a design you recognized. It was a more detailed painting of the sketch you had seen Yuta draw on the first day of the semester. A girl was seated on the grass, leaning her back on a trunk of a cherry blossom tree. Her hands were outstretched to the sky, trying to catch the falling petals in her hand. Stealing a glance at the title, Yuta titled the piece, Wishful Thinking.

Moving to the next piece, it was a close up of Yuta’s hands. His palms were pressed together, cupping cherry blossoms in his hand. Petals and full flowers were scattered around the canvas, filling out all the empty spaces. The bright pink stood out against the color of his skin. You admired the amount of detail this piece had— the wrinkles on his skin, the gradient found on the petals. It held your interest, leaving you to wonder what this piece titled Inside meant to him.

Yuta’s self-portrait was showstopping. He borrowed the flower shop’s name, calling this piece For You in Full Bloom. The painting brilliantly depicted him in all white, his eyes closed with pain and hands clutching at his throat. The blossoms were spilling out of his mouth, the petals tainted with a blood red. You could feel the sadness and the suffering emitting from the picture and it pained you to see such a vulnerable depiction of him.

Putting two and two together, you figured it out.

Hanahaki. You had read about the disease before, one of the artists you admired had it. They created art as a way to tell their story. It was their escape from the suffering, a way to ease their pain, and the one course of action they took to be remembered after their death.

The only piece of information you lacked was who made him tolerate such pain.

Skipping the last painting of the exhibit, you made your way through the crowd to find Yuta. He stood at the end with a polite smile, thanking everyone who attended his exhibit. Onlookers were showering him with compliments, leaving you to wait until the small crowd cleared out.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” you breathed out with a concerned look. You couldn’t even spit out the name of the disease.

His smile widened into a genuine one, eyes gone soft at the sight of you. “You made it.”

Spotting the irises in your hand, he gestured towards the bouquet. “Are those for me?”

Still in shock that the person you were in love with was suffering all this time, you handed them to him without a word.

“Irises mean ‘congratulations,’ nice choice,” he laughed, trying to steer the topic away from his illness.

“Who?” you asked. “Who is it?”

Cocking his head, he answered you with another question. “You didn’t see the last one, did you?”

Shaking your head negatively, Yuta took you by the hand and the feeling made fireworks explode in your chest. Your heart was beating rapidly as he led you a few steps away. Nodding his head towards the last frame, he whispered, “Take a look.”

You felt his hand break out into a sweat and you wondered why this last one made him so nervous. Glancing at the title, you read the words Love Me Now.

Taking a deep breath, you mentally prepared yourself to see the person who had a hold on Yuta’s heart. Unlike him, you thought yourself strong enough to take the heartbreak— after all, you weren’t the one with flowers blooming inside you. Shifting your eyes over, you gasped as soon as you spotted whose face was framed on the wall.

Staring back at you was the most beautiful painting of yourself. It was a you that you had never seen before. He painted you in flourishing pastels to match the happy look on your face. He captured your smile lines, the curve of your eyes, and the scrunch of your nose in such detail; it amazed you beyond belief.

There was movement in your hair, the strands swaying in the wind along with the petals behind you. Your hands held a branch of your favorite flowers, half of them covering part of your face.

Captivated by seeing yourself through someone else’s eyes, you couldn’t tear your gaze away.

“Your smile makes flowers grow in my chest,” Yuta’s voice came from your side. You turned to see him wear a strained smile. Yuta’s huge eyes that were usually filled with kindness were taken over by something else— pain.

There was pain in his words and you hear the ache in his voice. His tone is hoarse, like his throat is unbelievably dry or irritated.

“I— I don’t know what to say.”

Everything was extremely overwhelming.

He shook his head to tell you that it was okay; he just needed to get the words off his chest. “It’s so beautiful and enchanting and it makes my heart clench and flowers take over my lungs.”

“Cherry blossoms,” you found yourself saying. You couldn’t believe this was happening. There were words you wanted to say but you were struggling to find them.

“Sakura,” he repeated in his native language.

“My favorite flowers.”

“Your favorite flowers.”

“You were never in love with flowers,” you stated, still in a state of shock.

Yuta released this low, almost bitter sounding chuckle that comes from deep within his chest. “Never.”

“Then, you’re in love with—”

“You.”

“—me.”

Just like the artist you admired, Yuta painted his way through his pain of loving you.

Nakamoto Yuta felt like he had been in love with you for the longest time. He had loved you before he could even muster the guts to let you know it, to invite you to this exhibit that displayed art dedicated to you.

He really hoped that you would show so he could take the chance to confess. Sure, you had promised but sometimes, people never intended to keep them. If he didn’t get it off his chest, he would never be able to breathe and Yuta desperately wanted to.

Yuta wanted to fill his lungs with breaths of fresh air and just breathe you in. That was all he longed for.

“Oh,” was all you could breathe out.

“It’s okay that you don’t feel the same,” Yuta tried to comfort you, getting the wrong idea from your lack of words. “I just needed to let you know.”

The sharpening ache that became so familiar to him was building up in his chest again, preparing him for the worst. Yuta swallowed thickly, already feeling the petals working their way to his mouth. His airways began restricting, his breaths growing more haggard by the second. He had so many things to say and he was determined to let it out before the petals escaped. The words spilled out his mouth, his lips running like a motor, “I used to be afraid of being in love and being happy with a person that I loved because it hurts.”

“Yuta—”

He stopped you with a lifted palm.

“Happiness never lasted with me, the flowers always ripped it away,” he explained, his trembling eyes focusing on your portrait and not the real person beside him.

“But then I met you and felt things I have never experienced before. So, I pushed my way through the pain just to be with you because I felt like I reached for the stars and touched the sky when we were together.”

His words brought tears to your eyes. You couldn’t believe someone would sit through the pain just to spend time with you nor thought you were worth it but here Yuta was, proving you wrong.

“There were times I wanted to beg you to love me, just so the hurting and the bleeding—just everything— could stop but I was too much of a coward and it led me to this.”

Here he was, pouring his heart out to you with his images and words, and you couldn’t let out a single noise. You forced yourself to move forward, to slip your hand into his. The sensation of your fingers intertwining with his brought Yuta out of his daze to look at you.

“Yuta,” you said with trembling lips. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.”

“It’s not your fault,” he replied with a sullen tone. You squeezed his palm and he gave you a light one in return. “If I don’t get this off my chest now, I’ll never be able to breathe and I really want to.”

“There’s no reason for you to lose your breath over me.” A sniffle escaped you and Yuta turned to see you crying. He bent down to wipe your tears away, his finger swiping against your skin ever so gently.

“Why are you crying?”

“Because you suffered because of me and you didn’t have to,” you shot back with a whimper.

“You couldn’t have known, it’s okay,” he tried to reassure you.

“No, no,” you interrupted him to his confusion. “It’s not that.”

Your voice was so soft under your quivers, he could barely hear you over the loud chattering of the other guests in the room. Yuta guided you just outside his exhibit to a bench and dried your eyes with the sleeve of his sweater.

“What’s wrong?”

Yuta’s question made you laugh through your tears and at all the time wasted. He had been in pain for so long because he was yearning for you just as you were for him. The mutual yet silent pining took you down this route and it could have been avoided if you had just stopped being a coward and spoken up like Sicheng pushed you to.

“There’s nothing wrong,” you said with the dismissing wave. You willed yourself to look him in the eyes and bring a hand to his cheek. “It’s just that I think I’ve been in love with you as long as you have been in love with me.”

Your confession caused him to freeze in his seat. His brown eyes were blown out wide and mouth dropping in shock. Giggling as more tears fell, you quickly slide the hand cupping his cheek down to his jaw to shut his mouth closed. Running a thumb against his lips, you felt his pulse quickening at your touch.

“You’re in love with me?” he asked, voice as gentle as the breeze. There was uncertainty and disbelief behind it. Yuta wanted to hear you say it again.

—🌸—

“I’ve been in love with you for a while now.” Your earnest words were music to his ears.

He felt this comforting rush take over this body and it sent tingles down his spine, traveling all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes. Your confession worked like magic, spelling him with this high that made him soar to the skies.

Yuta thought you were a witch, entrancing him with a love charm so strong that it brought instant relief to his pain. His heart was trying to fight its way out of his chest and the ache of his airways dulled. The muscle was pounding so loudly against his ribcage, he could hear it in his ears, and he swore you could hear it too.

His lips upturned into the biggest grin, he felt like his cheeks were about to burst.

Was this how a requited love felt? If it was, he never wanted to go without it again.

Yuta rushed to pull you in his arms and sighed when you nuzzled your head into his neck. He shivered when he felt them whisper the three words he longed to hear into his skin. His body shook with laughter as he placed a lingering kiss at the crown of your head, reveling at the feeling of you encased in his hold.

You tried to fight your way out of his grip but he only tightened his arms, not wanting to let you go. The action left you giggling into his neck, causing him to squirm until his hold loosened. Your hands trailed their way from his waist up to cup his face and suddenly, his eyes were locked onto yours. Just as you were getting lost in the deep sea of brown, his gaze flickered to your lips before looking back at you. His lips quirked up as you did the same.

He felt your breath hitch as he leaned in to slot his lips against yours and the overwhelming rush returned. It seemed like his heart was racing against time, beating erratically as you kissed him so tenderly. Your lips were so soft and they tasted like the vanilla flavoring of your color, leaving him to chase after you every time you pulled away for a breath.

Yuta fought the strain in his airways as he pursued your lips again and again, loving the way you felt and tasted. He picked up the smell of your cherry blossom shampoo and laughed into the kiss. The feeling of having you was so addicting— your love was his drug and he was forever hooked on you. He would devote himself to nothing else but you.

The sensation of Yuta kissing you and smiling against your lips sent you into overdrive. There were butterflies in your stomach, fireworks going off in your head, tingles down your spine and you loved it all.

In the past, you only noticed Nakamoto Yuta’s undying love and admiration for flowers but this was the first time you finally noticed his love for you and it was nothing short of wonderful.

It was the start of something new.

🌸 author’s note— that’s it! it came out a bit more angst than i intended, definitely lacked the fluff i was expecting but i’m still satisfied with the ending uwu i loved writing my little markie and kira in the fic, i’ve missed them! but yes!! that’s the end of my little bday present to myself! i hope y’all loved it! please leave some feedback; i would love to hear what you thought of it!! i think i literally fell in love with yuta while writing this.

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tartagliad · 4 years ago

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Seeing you for the first time pt.2 (ft. Albedo, Xingqiu, Venti, and Razor)

summary: how they react when seeing you for the first time

G/N reader

warning(s): misspellings, grammar mistakes (?), some scenes from windblume festival in Venti's and some from Razor's lore and a little angst ig

fluff!

(A/N: hey there, I'm back..this time I wrote for the other characters, i hope you enjoyed it)

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Albedo:

You met this boy at Dragonspine

That boy literally spent 24/7 of his life in that place ._.

He was at Starglow Cavern, painting cave structures and some hilichurls

You entered the cave and continued your adventure there (finding the history about the place)

Suddenly, a bunch of hilichurls started to attacked you..

There he saw how calm you are in that position, just swaying your sword back and forth elegantly

He just stands there and didn't realise that you've finished fighting the hilichurls and stared at him

"You know..it's not nice to just stand there and do nothing" you joke

"Oh..uhh sorry, I kinda zoned out.." he blurts

"ahaha, it's alright..i can see it on your face" you said

Albedo is literally stunned by your appearance, your figure, your eyes, everything

"I'm y/n, are you always go to this place?" you asked him

"Oh uhh, yes actually..i always do some research on this place..I'm Albedo btw" he respond

"Ahh I see.." you said, after that you accidentally saw his paintings

There was a painting of hilichurls and sketches of..you fighting?

"uhh are those your drawings?" you asked him

His face flushed because he got caught sketching a portrait of you

"Uh..yeah, you were an interesting...'view' let's just say..so I decided to draw you" he confess

You actually find his drawings beautiful yet pleasing to look at

"Wow..these are beautiful" you speak

The boy is literally out of words ngl, he's used to get some compliments from other people, but somehow..compliments from you made him flustered

"a-ah..w-why thank you.." he said

"Uhm..maybe you could come and join me next time..maybe pickup some materials or sightseeing areas of Dragonspine" he adds

"Of course, I'll go with you" you said

You two always spend time together at the mountains, well.. even though you don't go there everyday..lol

You always helped Albedo on his 'unusual' experiments or even tell him your stories of your adventures

The boy loves your eyes, he literally could get lost in those beautiful pairs..

Even though he painted it or sketches it..the feel is still different compared to looking at it directly

The feel just makes his heart race..<3

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.."

Xingqiu:

Like Albedo, he always spent most of his time at a certain place, for him..the place is the library

So... you obviously met him there

He was looking for a book that he wants to read since the last couple of months

The book was actually rare that not many people knew or read it..so he's looking for it

You actually borrowed the book from the library and you wanted to returned it

He currently asking the librarian when you suddenly walk to the counter and returned it

"I heard that you want to borrow this book?" you asked

"Oh..yes, I've been wanting to read it for sometime now" he answered

"It's quite rare that people actually read this book though and yet it actually caught your attention" he added

You nodded and smile at him "Yes actually, I was reading a few pages and then I was so in to the book, i have to borrow it"

You both laughed as you leave the library

"My name is Xingqiu btw, may I ask yours?" he asked

"I'm y/n, nice to meet you Xingqiu"

There, you two talked for archons know for how long

You two sometimes switched books from your collections or maybe go out and find some interesting books

Other than reading, Xingqiu enjoys going on adventures with you

Seeing the nature around him makes him feel lighter

He really loves to read books though, but he tries to make you comfortable as much as possible around him

Maybe he'll try to take you out on a stroll around Liyue Harbor or maybe eat at Wanmin Restaurant, depending your mood

Sometimes you guys planning to pull another prank on Chongyun LMAO

He wants to make sure that you're comfortable around him and feel happy around him

All in all, he wants to see you enjoyed his company

"𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘟𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦? 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.. 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘦..𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦"

Venti:

You met him at The Windblume Festival

It was your first windblume, so you're still confused about the traditions that happening around

He was in front of the Cathedral finding students for his poetry class

When he saw you, he waved at you and you approached him

"Hey there! New to the festival?" he asked

"Oh yes, I've lived in the city for awhile but i never experienced this festival before.." you answered

"Ehe, allow me to explain it. The Windblume Festival is a Festival in Mondstadt celebrating the thousand winds. Usually, the people of Mondstadt offers windblume to the anemo archon and to their special loved ones" he explains

"The people actually have to take their matters into their own hands, so they don't really have anything to get helped with" he added

"Is that why when I asked if anyone needs help, they say they don't need one?" you asked again

"Hehe, that's right" he says, "Oh, I haven't introduced my self haven't I? ehe, my name is Venti, the most popular bard in town!" he adds

"Your that bard, I've heard great things about you, my name is y/n, I'm just a regular adventurer.." you replied

He shrugged and acts a little nervous when you said that

"So uh.. want me to take you around town and see what people are doing?" he offered

"Sure, that would be nice.." you said

With that you two took a stroll around the town

Seeing people prepare gifts for their loved ones, the atmosphere feels so wholesome

You guys even took a little trip to Windrise, and he even play you a tune or two

You really enjoyed his company and he’s enjoying it too

During the festival, you guys grew closer together, and maybe you guys would perform together in front of the Cathedral

You were really happy that you have someone to enjoy the festival with

Even Venti feels a lot of joy hanging out with you

He wonders that he could be with you for a long time..

Well, whatever he is feeling, he wants to grow more closer to you :3

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.. 𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳'𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘪 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦..𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦? 𝘦𝘩𝘦"

Razor:

Bless this wolf boy :")

You two met at his habitat, Wolvendom

You were currently adventuring at that place

When you're peacefully strolling around the place, you saw a bunch of wolves dead..

So you rushed to see where it was coming from

There, you saw a boy fighting against an abyss mage, boi... that thing really do like to cause trouble

The boy looked really angry despite the mage killed his wolf packs

You determined to help him and so you did..

After you two defeated the mage..he turned to look at you, "thank you... lupical, dead.." he said

This baby almost cried because he couldn't save all of them, only a few of them that are safe..

"I tried to protect them...but I failed...", he said in a sad tone

You looked at him sympathetically, "aww..it's alright..you tried your best, it's not your fault.." you said to him

He looked really sad and disappointed, but at the same time he felt kinda relieved that someone was there to help him

"Why did you come here..?" he asked, "Oh, I was just adventuring and then I suddenly found you..." you said

"My name is y/n.." you added, "I'm Razor"

"Do you come from here Razor?" you asked again, "yes..I was raised by wolves, Razor has no human family" he said

You were shocked that there's actually someone who is raised by wolves

"I see..." you said, "I think some of your wolf friends got hurt..may i help?" you offered him

Razor nodded and help you as much as he could

"There, that should do it.. they can't move that much for awhile, but they'll be alright.." you said to him

Razor was very grateful that he could find you, maybe he would be doomed if you hadn't come..

"You're strong...can Razor learn from you..?" he asked shyly :")

"Of course, I would be happy to teach you" you say

Razor smiled a little, he wanted to learn from you so that he could protect his lupical if something bad like this would happen

The next day, you came back to Wolvendom and train him

He picked up the lesson pretty quickly, and he now learnt how to use his Vision

You even teach the boy how to write and read loll v:

You came to Wolvendom couple of times, and besides train him, you helped him hunt some meats to eat

You never really force him to come and live at the city, but if he wants to visit it once or twice..you bring him there

Razor is really happy now that he learned new things from you and also has a friend that helped him..

Sometimes he wonders if he could protect you from danger too

He just didn't want to lose you like he loses his other wolf friends

Razor silently swore to him self that he will protect you from any danger that you encounter

Overall, you guys cared about each other and wanted to protect one and other, he just wishes that you'll be saver around him <3

"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘙𝘢𝘻𝘰𝘳... 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰..𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯..."

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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DATING NCT A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Huang Renjun

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Renjun is very much a cuddler, he knows he’s not the tallest person in the world, but he sure feels tall when he’s able to wrap his arms around you and know that the feel of his body around yours helps to make you feel safe and loved.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

The two of you were sat beside each other one night when you were hanging out at the movies. Despite Winwin joining him, and your best friend at your side, the two of you soon found yourselves talking to each other as the adverts played before the movie and exchanging numbers once it had finished as well.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

To confess, Renjun decided to take you back to where it all began. It was a different film, but Renjun brought the same snacks and also chose the same seats for the two of you to watch a new release. This time around, he waited until the end of the movie to start talking to you and tell you how he felt. In that time, the cinema had cleared out, but Renjun was more than happy to leave things as the two of you for a little while.

D ⇴ DATES

When he can, Renjun likes to try and cook for you and show off the skills that he’s picking up on. It definitely doesn’t always turn out perfectly, but you can see the effort that he puts into it, and that’s what matters the most to him. Either whilst you eat or after, you’ll usually sit down and watch a movie with each other. At times, it’s hard to find a film that Renjun hasn’t watched before, but after searching high and low for a film, you’ll end up sitting down with your meal, somewhat paying attention to the film, and somewhat to each other too.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

As one of the elder members in Dream, Renjun knew that if he started dating then he’d have to make sure that it set an example to the others too. He didn’t want to rush things, Renjun was usually quite a calm and casual person anyway, and as he was learning so much anyway in dating you, he didn’t want to overwhelm himself, or you. Of course, WinWin would be a huge help in reassuring him too, whenever he did feel like the world of dating was surprising him, he would turn to his friend and offload and search for a bit of support and reassurance.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

Arguing is not something that is common between the two of you, Renjun is one of the main members who tries to keep a positive atmosphere and keep people smiling, and so fighting is definitely not something for him. Even during your fights, he never lets his anger show and tries to remain calm and smiley to also keep you relaxed too. He’s not someone that can deal with the tension after a fight either. It won’t be long before he reappears and tries to make things right between the two of you because he can’t cope with not being able to talk to you and move around the house knowing that you’re mad at him.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

Being an only child, you knew his family had high expectations for whoever his partner would be. You definitely felt the pressure too as you’d usually only speak to his family via video chat. Each time he spoke to his family, Renjun tried to get you involved so you had the most time available to you to get to know them all.

H ⇴ HOME

The two of you are very lucky that Jisung is understanding of the two of you and will often free up the dorm room if need be. However, Renjun can usually be found at your place instead as it’s a lot more private. After a few months together, Renjun will start spending more time at your place too, slowly moving in without either of you even noticing.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

At the end of a terrible prank on you, Renjun found himself saying, ‘I love you.’ He knew that he’d messed up bad, your face was a giveaway, and no matter what he did or said, you were silent. He knew they were three words he’d been waiting to say for a while anyway, and the only solution to get you to start talking to him again.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

People’s opinions aren’t something that Renjun lets bother him too much, nor is he bothered by their actions either. If someone wants to try and make him jealous, he knows his sharp tongue can quickly shut them down before they get too far. It’s a relief to you to know that you have a bit more freedom to do whatever and know that Renjun won’t be jealous. He trusts you and knows that he can stand up for himself and your relationship if he has to if anyone even wants to try and overstep the mark with you.

K ⇴ KIDS

Again, as an only child, Renjun felt a slight weight on his shoulders to have children and continue the family line. He’ll definitely be open with you about having children and giving his parents grandchildren too. But you’re both young, so it will never be something that he’ll force you into deciding too much about just yet. His only hope is that by planting the seed early, you’ll be less scared in the future when children become a more serious topic.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Renjun loves to make sure that everyone around him is happy anyway, but his focus is always especially on you. He’s naturally funny, and he knows that he can use that to his advantage too which you soon learn first-hand. If he annoys you or frustrates you, it’s only a matter of time before the perfect joke is uttered by him and the smile is back on your face again. A positive environment is of great importance to Renjun, he always likes to make sure that everyone is enjoying themselves whenever they’re around him.

M ⇴ MISSING

Being one of the older members, Renjun doesn’t want to let the other Dream members see him missing you too much, he prefers to be there for them to have to rely on them to be there for him. Throughout most of the day he can usually keep himself composed quite well, but the moment he gets a text or call from you, then his heart will begin to pound a little bit harder. If he’s touring with NCT U, then he’ll open up a little more about his feelings as one of the younger members, knowing that the elder members are always there for him and always keeping a close eye on him too whenever they’re away from home.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

Renjun loves to use Chinese nicknames whenever he’s addressing you. The language is something you’re keen to pick up on anyway, so he’ll often teach you new words by addressing you with a new nickname each time.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He’s obsessed with your kind heart. Your support is what means the most to Renjun, and you give him that and so much more out of the goodness of your heart.

P ⇴ PDA

Affection in public is usually quite playful as far as Renjun is concerned. He’s not afraid for someone to watch the two of you if he decides to start pinching at your waist or squeezing your shoulders a little too tight. He knows that it always makes you blush which just makes it a whole lot funnier for him too.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Living with Renjun is pretty chaotic, so you’re usually having to ask him to tidy up a bit more or move his things from lying around. You never imagined one person could live so messily until you started living with him.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

In his spare time, Renjun likes to give drawing a go, and so he’ll often find himself making sketches of you. They’re something that he’d never show to you as he’s quite shy about his drawings, but he loves to draw up photos of you he’s taken or recreate memories that he can recall the two of you making in the form of a drawing. His sketchbook is kept very safe from everyone, but he loves to fill it with little doodles and edits.

S ⇴ SEX

He loves to tease you whenever the two of you get intimate and try and push a few of those boundaries, but he always makes sure to do it with an innocent smile on his face. He can see your frustrations growing at times, but he shrugs as if he’s doing nothing wrong. When he does this, you’ll always make sure to get revenge on him and prove to him how it isn’t nice to tease when someone wants something so badly.

T ⇴ TEXTS

Renjun will often text you throughout his day so that the two of you can make plans for that evening. As messy as he is, he likes for his schedule to be organised and make sure that everything for your time together can be perfect.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

As far as Renjun was concerned, you were his best friend. He never really imagined love being something that was missing from his life, but when he met you, he realised it was something important to him, more than anything else.

V ⇴ VACATION

When the time came for Renjun to be able to go on vacation, there was only one place he wanted to go. You knew more than anyone how badly he wanted to go home for a while, but when he asked you to join him on the trip, you were more than surprised. Of course, you said yes, excited to see where Renjun grew up too.

W ⇴ WHINING

If you stop laughing at him, then Renjun will definitely start to whine. It’s not because he wants the attention necessarily, but just to know that you’re doing fine.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Your cheeks are definitely Renjun’s favourite place to kiss, when you’re feeling sad, he’ll be able to kiss against them when you bury your head in your hands, or when you’re happy, he’ll be able to kiss along your laughter lines and your blushed cheeks. They’re the perfect spot for any emotion that you’re feeling, annoyed, embarrassed, angry, or over the moon, he’ll always kiss against your cheeks before anywhere else.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his sidekick, at his side throughout everything he did in life.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Every night, without fail, Renjun loves to fall asleep with you nice and close to him. Feeling your body curl into his side makes him smile like nothing else and feel comfortable enough to fall asleep, knowing that you’re right there with him.

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kstewdeux · 3 years ago

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For a span of a minute that felt like an eternity, the entire world focused in on one singular point. A small painting. It’s edges well worn. Finer details faded and lost due to the passage of time but otherwise, in shockingly good condition.

But for all it’s antiquity, there was no mistaking the young woman who had been depicted. Whoever wrote the small exhibition label had simply labeled it:

Unidentified Artist, Japanese

Late Tokugawa Shogunate, Edo Period, 1853-1867

Young Woman

Painting on Parchment

H. Nakamura Trust, 88.251

According to the small blurb beneath the exhibition label, this tiny piece of parchment, clearly kept over the past century with meticulous care, had - at some point - apparently been studied by scholars to prove it was genuine. A fact that had been in dispute because the style diverged so greatly from art styles of the period but Kagome knew what the artist had been trying to do.

A photograph. He’d tried to mimic a photograph. Not perfect by any means but as close as someone in that time period could get. Which was shocking given (a) she had no idea he could draw and (b) that he would’ve taken the time to draw her.

Jaw trembling, Kagome had to remind herself to breathe. A task made more difficult as her friends joined her and began commenting on how the girl in the drawing resembled her.

Of course it did. It was her.

Her blurry vision flicked to the date and what registered felt like something cold was crushing her heart. If this ‘unidentified artist’ was him, Inuyasha had survived their quest and lived hundreds of years clearly hoping to see her again. At some point, he must have realized he simply wasn’t going to make it and…

Exhaling shakily, Kagome swallowed and decided it would be easier to simply leave. She was getting worked up over nothing. It was entirely possible that all of this was a coincidence. That she was reading too much into it. After all, Inuyasha wasn’t an artist by any means and most certainly would not have spent hundreds of years thinking about her. They were friends. Just friends. Unless something changed, which seemed unlikely, he had no interest in being with her that way. Besides, surely there were other women who looked like her throughout history. Everyone had a doppelgänger, right? Hers just happened to be some random woman in 19th century Japan.

It was just a painting of her doppelgänger.

Hopefully. Hopefully that’s all that it was.

“I have to go,” Kagome mumbled hoarsely as she took a step back and tore her eyes away from the painting, “I need to go.”

“Are you feeling okay?” Yuka asked worriedly, “Do…”

Unable to hear anything over the ringing in her ears, Kagome’s eyes wavered as they flicked back to the blurb that, upon closer inspection, described the other sketches and accompanying notes that detailed the artist’s ‘love’ for the young woman depicted. Various photographs of said notes had been attached slightly below said blurb and one of them had her shaking her head in mild horror.

‘I will not know your name next time we meet…’

“I need to go,” Kagome repeated breathlessly before turning on her heel and damn near running for the entrance. After that, she wouldn’t’ve been able to tell you how long or far or even which direction she ran from the mental image of an elderly Inuyasha writing out those notes he had to believe she’d never read. It might not even be him. Couldn’t be him. He didn’t draw. Couldn’t say something poetic much less write it. It had to be a coincidence. Just a coincidence but the image continued playing in her mind until she was blinded by tears. He died alone. Even…even if she did end up with him, she would’ve been dead by the time he wrote that. Long before he even picked up that brush. It…it…

It was all becoming too painful to even imagine.

Coming to an abrupt halt, Kagome clutched at her chest and used the side of a cement building for support. Inuyasha died over a hundred years ago and while that made sense, the realization that all her friends had died sometime in the past five hundred years hit her with all the force of a Mack truck.

Whimpering softly, her legs gave out and she slid down to the cold sidewalk. It was a coincidence. Just a coincidence. The probability of it all…

Well it just wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be him. It just…

“There you are,” came a hoarse, relieved whisper from far too close before two strong arms scooped her up and pulled her off the ground, “What happened? I’ve been looking everywhere.”

“Inuyasha?” Kagome mumbled stupidly before she whined and pressed her face into the corner of his neck - a gesture which had him stopping and doing something strange. His face turned slightly and buried his nose into her hair.

“What happened? I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what happened,” he chided anxiously as he gave her a light squeeze, “You hurt?”

Opening her eyes, Kagome glanced around the dimly lit streets and realized how late it was. No wonder he’d come after her.

“M’fine. Got lost is all,” she lied lamely and she felt him inhale deeply then sigh.

“Bullshit. What happened?” he asked again before adding in a clear attempt to get her to smile, “I don’t mind killing people ya know. If someone hurt you, I’ll make them pay, ya know, if you want.”

“Nothing happened. Just got lost on my way home,” she mumbled and with a somewhat exasperated grunt, Inuyasha continued walking again.

“You’re a terrible liar and an idiot,” Inuyasha opined firmly - adjusting his hold on her and shaking his head, “You could’ve gotten hurt out here by yourself, stupid. Anything could’ve happened.”

“I was…”

“Sometimes I swear you’re trying to get yourself killed,” he continued chiding as some of his anger began bubbling to the surface, “What would’ve happened if I didn’t come looking, huh?”

“I said I’m sorry,” she protested weakly - her nose subtly nuzzling the flesh at the base of his neck, “I…”

“Sorry isn’t good enough. You need to do better,” Inuyasha snapped angrily before pausing mid-stride and sighing, “I swore to protect you but you make it so…so hard sometimes. And you don’t even care. You just…just go around getting kidnapped or disappearing and…and getting hurt when I’m not looking.”

It was strange but hearing his voice berate her and feeling his irritated breaths actually improved her mood considerably.

“I waited. Like an idiot I waited for you to come back from that school thing of yours instead of coming to get you like normal but…but then the sun went down and…” Inuyasha continued to huffed and grunt while his arms held her slightly tighter, “I can’t be there all the time dammit. I can’t. I’d like to be but…but I just can’t so…so you just have to fucking do better.”

Lifting her head slightly at this strange command, Kagome studied his face for a moment before leaning forward and absently placing a kiss on his tense neck. Inuyasha went stock still and then rigid but she couldn’t find it in her to care.

“I’m sorry I scared you. I’ll do better,” she promised tiredly as she pressed another lazy kiss on his shoulder. At least in this moment, he was alive and loved. Right now, he wasn’t alone drawing paintings and writing notes to someone who was either dead or hadn’t been born yet. And while true that the ‘unidentified artist’ was probably anyone else, that mental image of it being him continued to haunt her.

Taking a deep breath, Kagome stubbornly told herself that the ‘unidentified artist’ couldn’t be him. It simply wasn’t possible. For so many reasons.

“You kissed me,” Inuyasha finally blurted and mercifully distracted from her inner turmoil, Kagome hummed in the affirmative. A second passed then two and he forced out a strangled, “W-why?”

“I wanted to,” Kagome offered tiredly as she focused on the feel of him and the knowledge that, as of this moment, he was very much alive. And yes, now that she was a little calmer, it was fairly obvious that the ‘unidentified artist’ wasn’t Inuyasha. He didn’t think of her in that way. Never had. Never would. They were friends. Best friends. But he loved someone else and had made it very clear he wasn’t interested in her that way.

As Kagome continued talking herself down, Inuyasha remained motionless for a long time before he finally began walking back towards the shrine. Slowly. Every so often he’d pause and take a few short breaths like he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

“Why did you want to?” he finally asked hesitantly as he turned a corner, “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Because you’re you,” she mumbled as her consciousness began ebbing. With a soft sigh, she relaxed more fully against his warm chest and offered up an additional explanation, “It made me happy.”

This response clearly bothered him judging by the increased tension in his muscles.

“Why did kissing me make you happy?” he pressed after another long moment of silence.

“Dunno. Why do you think it…” Kagome trailed off into a yawn and Inuyasha let out a small groan.

“I don’t know. That’s why I was asking,” Inuyasha interrupted with a huff of frustration, “You always make things hard. For no reason.”

Instead of getting angry, Kagome simply cooed and snuggled into him which seemed to both bother and calm him.

“You’re so stupid,” he continued to grumble as he adjusted his hold, “Ask a simple question and you just…act like you.”

“How else am I supposed to act?” Kagome hummed with mild amusement and Inuyasha grunted.

“Whatever. You need to sleep,” he changed the subject miserably as he finally made it to the shrine and began climbing the steps, “But don’t think I’m gunna take it easy on you. I’m serious. You can’t do shit like that again. You could’ve gotten…”

“Will you stay here tonight?” Kagome interrupted tiredly and Inuyasha once again stopped mid-step. His hands flexed against the flesh they were gripping as he licked his lips and averted his eyes.

“Only if you tell me why you really kissed me,” he repeated his earlier question - before continuing with an unease tinged with hope which surprised her, “I think I deserve some answers after the stupid stunt you just pulled and if you’re trying…if you did that to just…just distract me, it won’t work. Won’t change nothing. You still gotta be less stupid.”

“I did it because I wanted to,” Kagome repeated before gasping when he suddenly set her down and glared.

“Well what if I didn’t want you to?” Inuyasha huffed - something strangely hurt behind his expressive amber eyes, “You’ve never tried to mess with me before. Never. And…and do you have any idea how scared I was when you didn’t come home? I searched for you, Kagome. From the…the 6 to the 9. Do you know how hard it is to track scents here? To listen for you? It’s a literal miracle that I…”

“I said I’m sorry,” Kagome insisted and Inuyasha looked even more hurt. Breathing heavily, he visibly tried to control whatever reaction was brewing under the surface but unfortunately, his confusion and hurt bubbled over.

“I DON’T WANT AN APOLOGY!” Inuyasha bellowed - his hurt escalating into full blown anger with such speed it nearly gave her whiplash, “YOU COULD’VE DIED. YOU COULD’VE BEEN HURT! AND I’M NOT SO DESPERATE THAT A STUPID KISS IS GUNNA MAKE ME FORGET THAT! WHY DID YOU KISS ME?!”

��I kissed you because I wanted to kiss you!” Kagome snapped and Inuyasha looked a hair away from strangling her.

“THAT’S NOT AN ANSWER! YOU’RE JUST TRYING TO COVER YOUR ASS AND…” Inuyasha began to rail against her once more and it was at that point Kagome’s mind officially hit It’s breaking point. He wanted answers, huh? He wanted to know why she ran and why she kissed him and why she was so upset?!

“FINE! KNOW WHY I DID THAT?! BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” Kagome screamed bitterly and Inuyasha froze like a deer in the headlights, “I KISSED YOU BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! THERE! HAPPY?!”

When Inuyasha continued gaping at her with a shell-shocked expression, the full ramifications of what she’d just admitted hit her like a ton of bricks.

“Forget it,” she breathed miserably as she turned and unsteadily began climbing the stairs with her arms curled tightly around her stomach, “I’m sorry, okay? I won’t do…any of that again. Just forget what I said.”

“Wait. Wait,” Inuyasha’s strangely panicked voice called out - a single clawed hand gripping her shoulder to force her to stop, “I don’t think I heard that right. W-why did you…”

“Let me go Inuyasha,” Kagome hissed but the hand didn’t release her.

“C-can I tell you w-what I heard?” he asked with a mixture of fear and desperation, “A-and I could be wrong but I just…”

“You hear everything Inuyasha,” Kagome huffed acidly as she pushed away his hand with all her might, “You heard what I said…”

Even as she climbed the stairs, she could hear his harsh rapid breaths which honestly had her moving a little faster. Everything was ruined now. All because of some stupid little painting that she’d just…

“You…you said you…you loved me,” he repeated barely above a whisper, “Right?”

Closing her eyes, Kagome let out a long sigh before squaring her shoulders and deciding to face her mistake head on.

“I do love you but I don’t…” she began as she turned to face him before being cut off when a pair of lips captured her own. Two strong arms snaked around her waist for but a moment before his calloused hands suddenly cupped her face in an effort to force her to respond.

When she finally did and when he finally pulled back, his slightly euphoric expression faded into mild horror and panic.

“Y-you said you l-loved me back, r-right?” he asked worriedly as he released and took an involuntary step back, “That’s…that’s what you said. Two, no, three times. You said that…”

“That I loved you…back,” Kagome repeated slowly and Inuyasha gave a jerky nod in response.

“That’s what you said,” he insisted miserably - his amber eyes flicking in the direction of the well, “So…and I mean, you did start the…the kissing so I…and you were an idiot. Scared me half to…”

“Know what? That is what I said,” Kagome hummed in a resigned fashion as she reached out and gestured for him to take her hand, “Come on. Let’s go inside. It’s late.”

Swallowing thickly, Inuyasha eyed the beckoning hand with weary apprehension before accepting the gesture and allowing her to lead him into the house. And up the stairs. And into her bedroom. And then onto her bed. A bed upon which he found himself awkwardly waiting while Kagome proceeded to change and get ready for the night.

“Where are you gunna sleep…” he began nervously when it finally dawned on him that she seemed to be intending for him to sleep on the bed. That’s where she led him and where she told him to stay after all. Which was strange but it had been a strange night. Maybe she was trying to make him feel better. Do him a favor?

“In the bed,” Kagome hummed as she ran a brush through her hair and gave him a warm smile. A smile that faded when he stood up and began nervously glancing around with a marked blush.

“Inuyasha, where are you going?”

“You’re gunna sleep on the bed,” he muttered as he prepared to sleep in his normal position on the floor, “And you…well I was gunna…”

“If you want, you can sleep in the bed with me…”

Amber eyes widened as a single impulsive ‘oh’ left his lips but instead of sitting back down on the bed, he remained standing and staring at her with that same shell-shocked expression.

“Is that…okay?” Kagome asked nervously.

Seeming to come back to himself, Inuyasha nodded fervently and quickly sat down atop the mattress.

“Y-yeah thats…that’s…yeah. Yeah. We can do that…”

That night was the first of many nights he spent cuddled up against the woman of his dreams. Letting the warmth of her body span the length of his own as he relished in the knowledge that somehow this woman loved him. How, when or even why didn’t matter. She loved him back and that first night, as he held her small frame against him, he very nearly cried in relief. Honestly, before that night, he had already decided he was going to let her go rather than say anything. There was no way she’d ever love him back, he’d reasoned. No one would ever want to be with a half-breed, right? He’d never been so happy to be wrong.

Weeks went by after that and the funny thing was, when Kagome absently mentioned the painting from the museum to her friends over lunch, none of them had the faintest clue what she was talking about. All they remembered was her leaving in a rush. While Kagome chalked this up to the art not being memorable to anyone else, the truth was that no one else would ever remember this art because it simply never existed.

The second she’d admitted her feelings - emotions he fully reciprocated but had suppressed - all those drawings and notes faded from the annuals of time because that painting- which had been loaned to the museum by a well meaning unrelated widow who thought the unique artwork would make for an interesting exhibit - turned out to be a butterfly which was inadvertently crushed. As the years rolled on, Inuyasha never needed to paint something to bring him comfort in the midst of crushing regret and loneliness.

Why would he?

Thanks to a merciful series of events, he woke up to his favorite smiling face every day for the rest of his life.

#fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #inuyasha #inukag #writing #kagome #inukag fanfic

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stanleyb-art · 3 years ago

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Have some of my Stan twins headcanons!

Both:

They are trans men! (This one and any attached HC to this, is not ALWAYS included in my fanart/fics but it's still there)

When either man has a nightmare, they go to each other for comfort, that includes just keeping each other company, cuddling to fall back asleep, whatever they need

They draw together while travelling and show those and the large scrapbook they make to the kids when they visit next

Stan:

He 100% has ADHD

Bisexual w/masc preference

Got top surgery and testosterone from a really shady back alley surgeon/doctor until hrt became normalized

Had PTSD before weirdmageddon but that + the memory wipe worsened it in multiple ways

Actually super cuddly and affectionate but went so long without physical contact that he hates to initiate it

He knows sign language (because in canon he's HoH and doesn't want to risk not being able to communicate if he loses it fully)

Listens to rock and folk-punk

Really creative and artistic (which is obvious considering his line of work) and has endless amounts of sketch books just lying around

Was never actually failing school, he wasn't doing great but he had D's, C's and even B's (only in gym and art but still they count) but his family didn't care

Teaches Mabel and Dipper how to box the next summer they come down

Never admits it but he is incredibly insecure, but wants to seem confident and unbothered when everyone is around

Dated Fiddleford for a bit while he was still somewhat lucid (in their early 30s), but then when he got worse, he forgot Stan was Stan and started referring to him as Ford and he couldn't handle that anymore and tried to distance himself from him

Everytime he gets a new memory, he goes to Ford, because it's really scary and Ford somehow always knows how to help

Has an ACTUAL tattoo on his back, its Ford's hand, he got it when he was sixteen as a surprise for him, to hopefully make him feel better

Actively dating their universe's Rick Sanchez and has been since their late forties (knew him since his early twenties though)

Ford:

Created his own testosterone for himself, and eventually for Fiddleford, Stan and Dipper as well

Also got his top surgery from a back alley surgeon (sort of, they were in training to be a real, certified doctor but wanted MORE practice than they were getting)

Gay through and through

He's autistic AND has ADHD

Dated Fiddleford in college and after weirdmageddon is over (I also go back and forth on thinking he's Tate's dad as well which is it's own little post)

Loves playing cards against humanity while drunk

Has played not so child friendly campaigns for DD&mD (if you catch my drift)

Monster fucker

Learned multiple languages after going through the portal, and then learned sign language for Stan when he came back

Touch starved for sure and will soak up literally any affection given to him

Likes reading to people

Got used to cussing while he was away and slips up in front of the kids constantly (which leads to MANY occasions of one of them saying it and him getting yelled at by Stan who does NOT slip up somehow)

Has ptsd and nightmares due to what happened while he was away and weirdmageddon

Mabel made him a princess unattainabelle dress to wear while playing DD&mD (which he in all honesty adores and does wear multiple times)

Has over 100 tattoos, and is a part of why he wears sweaters (but also because of his scars)

TW Self harm/suicide attempts for the next few

Ford tried to have his extra fingers removed as a teen and then tried to cut them off himself when the doctor's wouldn't do it for him (Stan caught him and stopped him before he could)

Ford attempted suicide 5 times, the first was the night Stan was kicked out and he got rejected by WCT, he tried to overdose but didn't have enough pills to do it. Next was during college, he was stressed out from the work load he had taken on and tried to overdose again, but Fiddleford caught him and saved him. Third time was while he was working with Bill, the demon made some off comment about his family, and Stan, and that set him off, so he tried to slit his throat, once again being saved by Fiddleford. The fourth time was right before Stan showed up, he was going to hang himself if his brother didn't show up, but he did. The final time was about 10 years over on the other side, he lost one of his few friends he had made and was going to shoot himself, but fell through a portal before he could and met Rick Sanchez

While most of Ford's scars are from fighting, there are a lot from him cutting and burning himself when he was younger (and the one on his throat from the one attempt)

Stan also attempted to kill himself, 3 times. First was the night he was kicked out, he tried to drown himself but was pulled to shore by an incredibly worried old man (who he ends up crashing with until he was banned from NJ). Then the second was a few months after the portal incident, he felt hopeless and scared and guilty so he tried to overdose but couldn't keep the pills down and puked them up almost immediately. The last time was the morning the kids were going home, he tries to hang himself, kicks the chair over as soon as Ford comes in to talk to him about the anomalies he found, so luckily he doesn't have the chance to succeed (the kids never find out, Stan made him swear not to tell them)

Stan also has self harm scars, but his are on his stomach and chest, so nobody but Ford, Fiddleford, and Rick know about them

Let me know if anything is spelled wrong/worded oddly and I'll fix it, too much to proofread at the moment😭

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scrumptiouslittlesimp · 4 years ago

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you know what i want 😸

Yes, yes I know what you want, you thirsty mofo-

•~~~•

word count: 1.3k words

Pairing: Albedo x female reader

warning: I don’t think there are any

Summary: when Albedo came back, there was nothing he could draw. Until he saw the prettiest scene, you.

note: brain is rotting by the time I ended this fic so I don’t think the ending is that good so just be prepared.

After finishing his research in Dragonspine he decided to visit Mondstat to visit you and Klee. You and Klee were ecstatic, after not seeing your precious best friend for so long it felt like your light was coming back to you when you heard that he was visiting.

Waiting for him in front of the gates of Mondstat, you and Klee were already waiting for him, sitting on the stairs in front of the adventurers guild. “Albedo!,” / “big brother!” both of you screeched in unison as you see the tiny shadow of Albedo. He wasn’t even past the gate yet but you and Klee ran out and tackled him to the ground, disturbing all of Timmie’s pigeons.

Klee clung onto Albedo’s leg as you jumped behind him and wrapped your legs on his waist, circling your arms around his neck. “We missed you!” you both screamed in unison. Albedo chuckles and pets Klee’s head, “I miss you guys too,”

He carries you and Klee to the Knights Of Favonious Headquarters. You nuzzle your face into his hair, breathing in his scent. You don’t see it but he has a smirk on his face, happy that the two people he cared for the most had missed him.

Entering the Knights Of Favonious Headquarters all three of you send a smile to the two guards stationed outside of the headquarters. They sweatdrop at the position you three were at but recognizing The Chief Alchemist, the daughter of the famous adventurer Alice and the assistant of Headmaster Jean, they let the trio in.

Entering Jean’s office you let go of Albedo and so does Klee. You kneeled down, having the need to since you were in front of your boss. Albedo bows and Klee climbs you back, thinking you were kneeling down so that she can get on your back.

“Ah Albedo, I see you have returned,” Headmaster Jean smiles as she looks up from her pile of paperwork, “how long do you plan on staying?” You and Klee frown, right, he was only here for a while and would soon leave again. You occasionally sent letters but they just weren’t enough.

“As long as these two let me, headmaster Jean,” and with that, you stand up from your kneeling position, Klee quickly wrapping her short arms around your neck so as to not fall down. “Really!” you exclaimed, a bright smile coming on your face. He nods and ruffles your hair as the smile on your face becomes even larger.

Headmaster Jean smiles, watching the interaction. “Alright, you should relax for a while, bring y/n and Klee with you as well, I presume you guys would want some time together?” and she looks down to continue her paperwork. You and Albedo bow and head out of the office.

“Big brother! Since we can be with you the whole day, can we go to Windrise! I have a cool treasure to show you!” Klee says as she jumps off your back, now jumping up and down in excitement. “Is it another bomb?” Albedo asks with a raised eyebrow.

Klee pretends she doesn’t hear anything and grabs your hands and drags you out of the safety of the walls of Mondstat and towards Windrise. Stopping at the bottom of the large old tree, Albedo sits down, "why don't you find the treasure and bring it here Klee? I know how you always forget where you put your treasure so why don't you go find it with y/n, I'm a little tired from travelling so I want to rest a bit," Klee nods excitedly, quickly grasping your hand in hers and dragging to to where she thinks the treasure is.

Grabbing out his sketchbook, he looks around to find something to sketch to find nothing he finds interesting. His eyes roam around and they stop when they see something that made them open a little wider than normal.

You were running after Klee, presumably playing tag. A huge grin was present on your face and the sun was shining directly on your face, making you raise your hand to shade your eyes from the bright rays. Sweat was running down your forehead as you continued to chase Klee around. He captured the scene in his head, quickly sketching it out on his sketchbook before even a tiny detail of the memory fades.

As he adds the final details to the sketch, Klee and you finally come over to him, you were drenched in sweat with your hands on your knees, panting, while Klee was still jumping up and down from excitement. “Big brother! I found the treasure! And me and big sister played tag too!”

Albedo puts his sketchbook down, looking up to see a giant red ball that had flower patterns messily drawn on it. He grabs it, analyzing it. He smells it, smelling a combination of multiple flowers. He forgets that the drawing he drew of you was still on view for everyone to see.

Klee, being the innocent, oblivious child she is, grabs it and shows it to you, “Look! Big brother drew big sister!” she says, displaying the drawing he made of you. Albedo hearing what Klee said, quickly whips his head up from the flower themed bomb and to the two figures in front of him.

He panics and accidentally drops the bomb, accidentally activating it. Flowers spray everywhere as you and Albedo make eye contact. There was a slight blush on your face. Albedo usually never draws anyone, it was weird that he suddenly drew you. He only drew things he either found interesting or beautiful.

Time seems like it’s passing slowly as the flowers rain down and you and Albedo look at each other. One with eyes of confusion and the other with eyes of panic. “Big brother, why did you activate it! I wanted it to be a surprise!” Klee’s loud whine brings both of you back from your trances.

Albedo looks at Klee, kneeling to the level of the small child. “I’m sorry Klee, why don’t we make a new one? I’ll wait here with big sister, you already know where the pretty flowers are right?” Klee nods, going on her way to get a new batch of flowers.

“So, do you find me interesting or beautiful? Which one is it,” speaking in a teasing manner, trying to defuse the tension. With that statement Albedo’s cheeks turn a bright color of crimson. “Both,” he mumbles out. Not expecting that answer, your eyes widen a little.

“Hey you know what, being friends with you is kinda boring,” you said, looking at him with an awkward smile. His heart drops and you could see it in his face. Quickly waving your hands in front of your face you continued your sentence, “I-I mean, wanna date me?” you fidget with your fingers, never thinking that you would ask your best friend that question.

“W-well we’ve been friends for who knows how long now, maybe we could pick it up a notch? And maybe because i’m kinda in love with you hehe” you said, but mumbling the last part quietly. Albedo stays quiet for a little bit, making you more nervous.

Instead of using words, he crouches down in front of you, “Klee has been gone for a while, we should check on her,” he says, looking away from you, but you can see from the tips of his ear that he’s blushing. A smile pops onto your face, knowing Albedo, this was his way of saying yes.

Climbing onto his back, you wrapped your arms on his neck a little tighter then you did earlier, smiling as you did so. Leaning your head to sit on his shoulder, you give him a little kiss on the cheek, smiling as you did so.

His arms carrying your legs tighten. Albedo never thought about getting into a relationship, thinking his life should just be dedicated to research, but hey, maybe this wasn’t that bad.

#xreader #genshin #genshin impact #angst #fanfic #fluff #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #albedo imagines #genshin albedo #albedo imagine #albedo #albedo x reader #albedo scenario #albedo scenarios

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blue-haired-grace · 3 years ago

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“I– I think I need to sit down.” With some of the spark squad boys?

Spark Squad!!!! Thanks so much for the prompt, Hadiya! I hope you enjoy. <3

From this ask game.

Warnings: off-screen character death(s)

Ghost ran through the cloning facility, looking through every nook and cranny that he found. He had spent his entire life, almost eight years, living in this facility and learning the layout, but as he searched for Pillow and 43, his knowledge of the place was vanished into thin air.

Worry sparked through him at the thought of remaining Separatist forces still in his home and that being the reason he couldn't Pillow or 43. What if all he could find of them was a dead body, like the many other brothers that Grievous, Ventress, and the droids had killed? What if they were long gone like Duke?

He swallowed his worry. He knew the likelihood of finding both his brothers alive wasn't high, especially because Sketch and Morale had already been accounted for and were safe. They hadn't even finished their training yet so the Jedi would know they were ready for battle. If trained soldiers from the 501st and Rancor Battalion couldn't survive, how could two cadets?

They had needed as many troopers as they could to help protect Kamino and the little brothers that couldn't protect themselves yet, so Spark Squad had been called to duty early. Ghost wondered if they would be made to run through the Citadel after they had already proved themselves.

Ghost made a sharp turn around the corner, blinking back tears at the sight of more bodies of his brothers. There was a scattering of droids and many of the brothers had slashes instead of blaster wounds. As he made his way down the hall, he was careful to avoid stepping or tripping on any of his brothers. Please don't be Pillow or 43.

Making it further down the hall, Ghost noticed a body that wasn't laid out on the floor like the others. It was sitting upright and not leaning against anything, armour that was once shiny, but now covered in the grime of battle like Ghost's was. Someone alive.

"Hey! Are you okay?" Ghost called out, voice desperate. The brother didn't respond, face turned down as they looked at something on the ground.

Ghost got closer and closer. He was able to catch more features of the sitting brother; head completely shaved and face covered in marks from training. Ghost would know those marks anywhere.

"Pillow!" Ghost skidded to a stop next to him. "What happened? Why..." His question trailed off as he looked down at who, not what, Pillow was looking. Ghost went cold. "Is...Is that 43?" His voice was small.

"Trick," Pillow said, voice low and dull. Ghost can't remember ever hearing him sound like that.

"Huh?" Ghost questioned. "Trick what?"

"That's his name. He told me before he-" Pillow swallowed "-before he died."

Ghost felt like he couldn't breath, so he removed his helmet. Looking at 43 - Trick - with his bare eyes made it worse. Still staring at their dead squad member, Pillow reached up a hand to grip Ghost's.

“I– I think I need to sit down," is all Ghost managed to get out before collapsing next to Pillow, who held him close in a grounding, steady grip. Sitting in Pillow's tight hold for a few silent minutes, even Ghost's tears made no noise, Ghost began to feel a bit more like himself. "W-why Trick?"

Pillow's breath hitched and Ghost was struck by the realization that he had heard his slightly older brother cry in a long time. "He saved me," Pillow admitted, voice so quiet that Ghost had to strain to hear him. "When Grievous came for us, Trick threw himself on top of me when he got slashed by a lightsaber. He played dead until they were all gone. He... He tricked Grievous, for me."

He tightened his grip on Pillow, who reached a hand into Ghost's long hair to begin playing with it. Staring at the dead brother in front of him, Ghost could admit that he'd never been close to Trick; the only one who seemed to be was Morale. Brought in about six months after they'd lost Duke, Trick had very much been a replacement for Duke in the Kaminoans' eyes. Right from the beginning, they all had noticed something off about him. Trick had been skittish around everyone, an obsession with following orders, hadn't wanted a name, and hadn't had many memories of life before Spark Squad. It was only later, overhearing the whispers from older brothers, that Ghost had realized it was reconditioning.

He'd started to grow into himself, though, and move past what hell the Kaminoans had put him through. He's even finally chosen a name. But he wouldn't get to live with it.

Ghost let out a sob at the thought, pulling out of Pillow's grip to hug Trick close to him. He was so happy that Pillow was alive, but why did their brother, who'd started to heal, have to die for it to happen? First Duke for Morale and now Trick for Pillow.

Spark Squad just kept failing their brothers.

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Pairing: HighschoolCrush!Taehyung X StillProcessingIt!Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Genre: angst/fluff/smut

Warning(s): slight language use, angst (if you read b/w the lines), pretty much smutty kissing, hand groping, mention of alcohol, breast worship, nipple play; Rated: 18+

Summary: When a crush you had in high school unexpectedly returns to your life six years later, this is the experience you have with him when you collected the courage to invite him over to hangout.

Credit to: @suhdays for the amazing cover!

Inspiration comes in the form of little expectancy especially when life seems to throw a curveball you never dreamed would be a potential possibility; but, here you are, tapping upon the keyboard of your five-year-old laptop decorated in stickers of celebs you've admired over the years mingled with relevant quotes that have bustled yet again- inspiration that motivates you day by day to continue to be the human being that you are. Inspiration though can appear in lyrical melodies broadcasted globally for millions to pine over; or, published in numerous pages creating imaginary worlds where ones can escape to; or, sketched in a meticulous design to build whatever idea had been desired to come to life; or, filmed in scenes of an edited story by talented persons determined to enter the spotlight in any way they can; or, painted along a canvas in colors of calculated detail bringing forth the picture of accomplishment. Inspiration derives from a mere moment- one that sparks the instinct to gather the materials needed to pour out your heart in ways that may bring a sense of peace.

For you, it used to be in the lines of a song penciled into a crinkled notebook from your backpack hidden away for no one to discover; it used to be countless childhood journals where you expressed your inward battles in order to find enough solace to sleep at night. You've lost your touch over the years because life changes in the blink of an eye, as you grow older, and work can distract from the time taken to focus on yourself; thankfully graduating college to gain the degree you now behold landed you a job, one you hope lasts for many years, and you are currently living in a two-bedroom apartment with your best friend, Monica, who's presently slumbering as you brush some loose strands of hair from your vision.

Your dog is curled at the end of your bed as you write, which is something that you haven't done in what feels like forever, but the reasoning behind this sporadic urge ignited when the familiar pair of brown eyes from six years prior, re-entered your world without your preparation and his presence from a recent night shared seems to echo in every space of your brain to where you've finally had enough. It's about time to reach out, the devil on your shoulder whispers, but the angel sitting on the opposite begs to differ. Shaking your head, you pause momentarily, cracking your knuckles before resting your forehead on the desk, exhaling slowly while the memory of his touch seems to haunt your skin.

He was someone you once admired in high school- roaming the hallways where girls giggled giddily each time he'd pass by; star of the basketball team, rising popularity to the point everyone knew his name, collecting homework answers from budding friendships, and it all began once he started his junior year at a new school- the school where you attended. But the difference that set him apart from the typical cliché's of the prevalent students you never seemed to relate to, was that he talked to absolutely everybody and anybody- no judgment on what group the person took part in, his kindness won the hearts of many other than the evident attraction of his physical features. He didn't care who you were or what you were into, he would be your friend, and that, considering he was viewed on a higher level, made him even more special.

Despite never admitting it then, you had a crush on him. He was more of an acquaintance, but you enjoyed his company when he came around, and when a past friend, who is now married with a few kids, used to have a crush on the same person, your heart sank, because with every guy thinking she was hot, you felt as though you would never stand a chance. Especially not with this guy who made your hands jittery and the beat in your chest skip- the guy who is none other than Kim Taehyung.

Taehyung would frequent the chorus room at times when you and your past friend would practice music pieces and he always was fond of your singing voice- something he praised you for often, while his attention was received from his talent regarding sports. Something he was so good at that it was spread that he may have gained quite the scholarship for college if he decided to go. There were memories of bravery where you seized the day just to steal a conversation and a hug; at one time, scribbling the words 'hot af' with an arrow pointing where he signed your friend, Min Yoongi's, yearbook; Yoongi playing it off as though he had no idea who the culprit was when Taehyung asked who wrote it. Utter surprise can't even fathom when you along with Taehyung were voted 'Most Likely to be Famous' by your graduating class when senior year was conquered. The inside joke was for you to hold the basketball while he placed his hands upon the keys of a piano, the picture you still couldn't process happened, but always remained grateful for.

Six years flew by and the conversation never necessarily held, but there were the rare messages from social media where he'd reach out hoping all had been well with you. Interestingly enough, a cover you posted harmonizing with a fellow singer happened to be his absolute favorite, one of the few Instagram posts he'd commented on, and one of the few singing videos he continuously would listen to repeatedly without your knowledge until a few weeks ago when he revealed that to you. A cover that is now near to be a four-year-old video that he still finds uplifting when he hears you and the way your voice blended so well with the other female. Your mind is reeling because after all this time, and even now, there are remains of the aftershock, trying to forget the feel of him, when there's no way you can, not with everything so fresh on your mind. So fresh on your heart.

It all occurred when Yoongi, who kept in touch with you occasionally after graduation brought you up to Taehyung who happened to think of you earlier when listening to his favorite cover of yours, and he agreed he'd like to hang out. He asked if his friend, Hoseok could join you, Monica, and Yoongi which of course you said yes to learn how sweet you found it, that he had traveled within the span of a day after visiting his grandparents, because he is a man of his word, planned to come see you even though the drive was five hours out of his way. The night was filled with so much laughter mixed with serious conversations to the point the card game that was supposed to be played was never finished, and it sprung the desire of wanting to see Taehyung again, and you couldn't come to terms with never knowing so after some encouragement from Monnie and Yoongi, you messaged T to hang out a few days later, but never opened his reply until you were safely home from work.

Taehyung: Gotcha! Hmmm, I haven't decided on what I intend on doing. Either being with family or hanging out with friends. If I don't hang out with family, you could be my plus 1 or bring whomever or vice versa

[Y/N]: Sorry I just got home from work! I'll definitely be your plus 1 if hanging with family doesn't work out! Sounds like a plan!

He asked if you wanted anything from the store when it was confirmed he was on his way which you responded with your typical answer of no, and with music playing from your Bluetooth speaker, you were highly humiliated when you lost track of four minutes of time, opening a message from him to see that he had been there, at your door. Heart racing you rushed to unlock it, head spinning when you saw he leaned against the stair railing with a plastic bag of two Arbor Mist wine bottles dangling from his hand, him promising everything was fine despite your profuse apologies- him slipping his phone in his back pocket while he followed you into your home.

Monnie happened to be staying the night with her family, so it would be just the two of you tonight, besides your dog who bounced at his legs while he reached down to pet her fluffy head. Taking in the sight of him, now that was something you found hard to believe. Just a simple pair of jeans, a gray t-shirt with a black jacket complementing the dark tendrils of hair spread across his forehead leading to the carefully sculpted lining of his jaw nearly brought you to your knees, but you held it together long enough to settle across from him at your dining room table. He had taken off his shoes at the door remembering upon a few days prior, and he set out the wine while you jumped to retrieve wine glasses (Yoongi happened to purchase for you) while banter still related to greetings.

One thing that truly intrigued you when first seeing Taehyung after six years were words, he had said that touched your heart more than you'd like to profess. "That's why I try to enjoy every moment with people because you never know what day will be your last," and you knew right then, that if there was anyone you wanted to share a moment with, it was him, and there he was, right before you, smiling about something you said while the sound of the fruity liquid-filled each glass.

"I really truly do not understand what you are so afraid of. What do you even have to lose?" Monnie tinkered with the lens to her camera while she sauntered through the living room. Exasperated from anxiety, you sucked in your lips before teasingly throwing her the side-eye.

"My dignity,"

"Oh c'mon," she paused, lifting a brow. You had been talking nonstop on how bad you wanted to invite Taehyung over, but fear of rejection including the fear of humiliation seemed to overwhelm you, although deep down you knew your best friend in the entire world was correct. You did not nor do you have anything to lose.

"Well!" You squawked, raising your palms dramatically in the air before slapping them to the sides of your thighs, "Why the hell would Kim Taehyung ever want to hang out with me anyway? Do you not see how farfetched this all is?"

"Bold of you to assume that my life isn't already farfetched enough as it is-"

"Not! The point!"

Monnie sighed, and when she saw the way your shoulders slumped in disappointment that shouldn't have been an issue, to begin with, she stepped closer, placing her hand on your shoulder, "First off, you are overthinking this, and you shouldn't. Besides, I think after hanging out as a group, he only sees you as a friend, meaning no expectations. So, go into it with that mindset okay? I'm sure he'd love to hang out with you. Secondly," she smiled, her serene expression filled with promises she always kept, "You've waited six years for this. I think you should ask him to hang out."

"You really think so?" Your grin reached your hopeful eyes, and the feeling in your chest seemed to react more positively despite your earlier turmoil.

"Yeah. The dude owes us a chair anyways,"

"Ah!" You cackled, back pressed against the dining room table as you remembered literally a few days ago when Taehyung accidentally broke a spindle of the chair in half with his foot when Yoongi scared him just by suddenly walking down the hallway. "I don't think I've ever seen a man so embarrassed."

"I'm not saying to hold it over his head, but," Monnie held up her index finger, "I think that gives him enough reason to come back," she giggled, setting her camera on the dining room table before waltzing into the kitchen.

You shrugged, "At least we can still sit on it."

"Look at it, it's staring at me," Taehyung pointed swiftly at where the vacant spindle would have been, your laughter reverberated throughout the space.

"T, really, you do not owe us new chairs. I promise, it's fine," you reassured him, realizing your cheeks were sore from how much you'd been smiling since he entered your 'realm of refuge' as you liked to describe your apartment. He snapped a picture of it, probably with the intention of getting a new chair for you and Monica regardless, and you found that appreciative although you would be happy if he didn't.

Shit. You pause from the computer screen, leaning back into your chair before folding your arms tight across your chest. Eyeballing the cursor, your vision narrows as it blinks, waiting for you to add more words to the memory that seems to spin in a cycle with the subtle goal of not stopping. Or, so you figure. If recalling every little detail isn't already hard enough, reliving the reminiscence of his fingers twirling in your hair, his sweet laugh when he looked at you, or the way he held you so tight-

But, everything in between, leading up to those mesmerizing flashes are just as important to you as what it led to. Maybe it was the conversation- the three hours of conversation before the move to the sofa which it was hard to fully focus on what else was being said because how could you properly concentrate when the one person, you'd been so worried about spending time with was seriously conversing with you like the pair of you had been friends your whole lives?

Miraculously, you were able to gather the stories of past vacations that resulted in mild disappointment revolving around the complaints of people surrounding him, or the goal of visiting as many places as possible leading Taehyung to scribble down a list of where he'd been to reveal you both have equally been to the same amount of places. Of course, the thrill of going on a mini adventure with him brought an excitement you haven't felt in a while; even the story of why he was transferred to your high school years ago due to a misunderstanding, and when the pair of you made your way to the couch, he nestled into one corner while you gladly took the other, wishing you could snuggle closer but fear prevented you from doing so.

It seemed as though that he didn't want to watch the movie anyhow, because he talked to you as though he never wanted to stop, and eventually it led to you asking one too many times if he was okay with spending the rest of the night with you. "It's up to you, I'll stay if you want me too," he promised, the way your heart fluttered when you replied, "Yes, can you please stay? I don't want you to go."

"Alright, alright! I'll stay," he smiled widely, both of his large hands reaching out, and there was not one ounce of hesitation from you- your hands grasped his before your dog jumped to beg for attention, trying to lick at his face causing your hands to undo. Laughter was contagious with Taehyung, and still cuddled into the corner of the couch, you were so elated that he was going to stay, you reached to hug him, his arms wrapping around you, the feel of your bodies aligning putting the biggest smile on your face. It was crazy how everything was seeming to fall into place- the stars aligning as though it was all magic; and, you couldn't get past how right everything felt. How right he felt. Pulling away, his smile never left him, "Are you shy?" His arm remained draped around your shoulders, and timidly you peer at his surprised gape, his black hair almost covered his crescent eyes.

"I mean... Yeah, I can be," you murmured, reaching to hug him again, but something washed over you this time, a thought that had crossed your mind repeatedly that you just couldn't take it anymore. The side of his face was blurred, placing your palm upon his cheek, and without even a moment of doubt, you kissed him. A sudden decision, but one of the best ones you could have made.

His lips were so soft, the way his mouth just seemed to mold with yours for only a few mere seconds, and the shock on his face when you pulled away, paired with the realization that his hands were held in the air, you hadn't expected his reaction. Shit! You cursed inwardly, immediately jumping back to persistently make sure he was okay; even when he moved to cuddle with you, him claiming everything was fine, but that he couldn't believe you kissed him being the both of you never once saw this coming especially six years ago during the high school days. His hand was fidgety as he swiftly rubbed your shoulder, your head buried on his chest while your mind spun in a continuous loop of how you could not believe that you kissed Taehyung. The Kim Taehyung.

He became quiet- too quiet, concern etched in your expression, maneuvering yourself back to the opposite corner of the couch, so you could face him. "T, are you sure you're okay? Did I freak you out?"

"No, no, I just can't believe you kissed me," he was in awe, eyes dazed as he ran his slim fingers through his hair, "Like, really I never saw this coming,"

"I mean, have you looked in the mirror?" You teased, knowing damn well he'd been aware of you finding him attractive, and he shook his head in dismissal of your compliment as he chuckled; it took you a whole sixty seconds to realize you were holding his hand, fingers linked, and him asking if you were nervous due to your clammy palm, though you tried to swear up and down you were not, the next round of words he said nearly brought you to tears when he finally spoke.

"You shouldn't sell yourself short," he looked you in the eyes without any faltering, although you tilted your head in mild confusion as to why he was saying this, to begin with, "I don't think you realize how much of an impact you've made on others, especially guys," ah, he was letting you down easy, and you knew it, but you're too stunned to speak as you listened, "I don't think you give yourself enough credit either. You're a great singer, you're pretty much a musician, you love animals, you have a job, you live on your own. Really, you shouldn't sell yourself short-"

"T," you breathed, pleading almost, but trying not to make it obvious, but he never broke eye contact, "We don't have to date or anything, I just- I just wanted a moment with you." You mentioned what inspired you to spend time with him- exposing how a few nights ago when he said he wanted to enjoy every moment with people- you knew you wanted to have a moment with him, too. Memories from high school were spoken momentarily, thirty minutes passing by which included a made-up handshake as well as the subtle twirl of his fingers in your hair- him complimenting how good your hair looked which made you blush even more.

Just when you thought he wasn't already smooth enough, you noticed Taehyung started teasing your dog, her pouncing at his chest before he'd lean in closer to you. Eyebrows scrunching, it took you a hot second to realize what he was doing. Each time Taehyung would scoot closer to you, he'd kiss you, sending the pair of you in boisterous laughter when your dog would try to break the kisses by jumping in between your faces. The more your lips would touch, it'd last a bit longer and longer, your hand clinging to the side of his jacket to pull him closer when things really started moving fast, eventually your dog left the room with the hint that attention was no longer available for her.

Still lip-locked, Taheyung's hands gripped your hips while you willingly moved to straddle him, arms resting on the top of the couch on either side of his head, the tip of your tongue glided along his, while he fanned his hands along your ass. You refrained from moaning into his kiss despite how bad you wanted to, yet you held yourself together, involuntarily grinding your clothed heat where his erection was felt. T smacked your ass before slithering the tips of his fingers to your shirt, slowly unbuttoning one by one.... One by one. His eyes were hazed from how much he was craving your mouth, and with a seductive nod in his direction, he continued until he made it to the final goal, your kisses never planning to stop, the sides of your shirt being brushed away for him to take in the sight of you.

"Ooh my God," his eyes darkened in evident lust when he saw the way your black bra cupped your breasts, "Oh my God," his voice deepened, him hardly knowing what to do with himself while your smirk remained subtlety on your mouth. Though you hadn't needed him to ask, he politely waited for your permission to touch your chest, a quick pang of frilly nerves ghosted your stomach.

"Yeah," you breathed seductively, gradually moving to capture his lips, trying to hold back a giggle when he gently moved his hands to your back, "You're not going to find it there," you mused, referring to the clip. He paused as if panicked, "It's in the front," you finally admitted, but failing miserably, Taehyung let you take initiative, you unclipped your bra uncovering what is now widening his brown eyes. "Oh my God!" His reaction made you want to cum right then and there, especially when his fingers made their way to squeeze your nipples when his mouth returned to yours. Taehyung worshiped your breasts, and for some odd, yet arousing reason, you lived for it.

You're uncertain of when the tv was switched off, and even now, as your hands continue to fly across the keyboard, one thing you do recall, one of the lingering memories of the evening was your shirt being off, thrown onto the floor mingled with your bra, and without any warning, Taehyung hoisted you in the air, your legs instinctively wrapped around his torso while he tightened his hold around your body. His steps were painfully careful, kissing you roughly while your arms kept their place behind his neck, and the direction was being taken to your bedroom where your heart pounded so anxiously to be. His jacket was shed before the bold act, and all that was left was his gray t-shirt and jeans. Laying you down with a bounce from your mattress, he remained above you, and your eyes refused to stray especially when he reached to remove his shirt- his smooth skin greeting yours sending waves of goosebumps spreading among your limbs.

There was no one like him in your eyes, and there never would be. Not in your heart. And with how perfect everything was going; you were not prepared for how hard it was going to be to stop before things went too far. Because what if he doesn't exactly feel the same? He was letting you down easy not even an hour ago, and here you were, hopes so high, you weren't sure how you were going to erase them back down. He kissed you until you couldn't breathe, your fingers dug into your comforter, while his palms glided all over your frame for however long you let him, but when he went to remove your leggings, you halted him.

Now, this is where your heart aches when you relive this part, because a conversation was held, one where you mentioned what if someone catches feelings if the both of you decided to solely be just friends with benefits? Taehyung said all you had to do was communicate with him because he was easy to get along with, and you've known this about him for six years. He was always someone easy to talk to, and you knew he would never treat you poorly over a situation like this. And, he hadn't. You made the executive decision to not sleep with him for you wanted him to remember you as the woman you are, and the woman, you've always been, and with the fear of going all the way being something that could change his image of you, you were satisfied to hear the loud echoes of his snoring after you changed into pajamas, gazing at his sleeping demeanor before you drifted into slumber as well.

When the morning came, you were not ready for him to leave, but he asked if you would walk him out, him throwing on his shirt and jacket while you rushed to brush your teeth. T asked if you had any other plans for the rest of the day which you proceeded to answer honestly with a no, as he mentioned that he was going to get breakfast.

"Let me know when you make it home," you said tenderly, "I want to know you're safe,"

"I will," he promised before you embraced him, turning just enough to place a peck to his cheek. It was his smile that decided to enter your recollection- the boxy smile that would plague you until the day you accept that you will never forget it.

And when you opened the door to the apartment where he gracefully waltzed through, you merely caught a glimpse of him leaving, ahead of you quietly shutting the door to whatever could have been.

Or, what could have started a beautiful story that has yet to unfold.

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