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arcane-temp-fandomblog · 1 month ago

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The more I rethink Mel's arc which Amanda said was the best arc, the more I feel it encapsulates all the issues of Season 2.

Yes, I think Mel's arc is one of the most coherent with setup at end of Season 1 and end at Season 2. It's bittersweet but good.

But then I think how we got there and there are glaring problems:

- contrived way of being removed from the plot - the abduction by Black rose, Mel is now not a character influencing the plot, not even having opinion on the events of the plot - she will be in Black rose limbo until plot needs her to respawn in plot required place to get her 3 step resolution of the arc. This happens to Jayce, Ekko and Viktor too.

- over the top shocking cliffhanger that feels like something interesting is coming but in hindsight are just for cheap tension - so when Mel is abducted, it spawns speculation of what are Black Rose's intentions, I thought it was building towards something BUT it just segways into clips of exposition of her powers, of the Doomsday coming to piltover and of her mother's history. They abduct this poor woman for months on end to give us exposition. The same happens with Jayce shooting Viktor. We do not understand these actions, they just seem soo final and shocking and leading into something great. I would like to compare it to finale of S1 which is more shocking with Jinx's rocket yet we understand everything about it.

- making things emotional but in hindsight in a cheap way - so, remember when Black Rose kills Elora, Mel's friend? The emotions! The shock, right? BUT Why do they do it? Please, why would an organization that wants Mel to join them kill off her friend? What's the point of it aside for Mel to be sad? Elora actually got off well, she at least has a dialogue about her death unlike Isha or Vander or Jinx or Vander 2.0. If you compare these deaths to how logical deaths of Marcus or Finn were.

- inefficient storytelling - we get black rose scenes but they're just exposition that never flows into the main story. Never influences it. Contrary it makes the whole story worse, because now Black rose abducted Mel for months to tell her she needs to figure out how to avert the Doomsday. So months on end this organization just waited for her to solve the wall puzzle instead of trying to locate and assassinate the threat in Viktor, or influence Piltover politics to throw out Ambessa. This is cartoon logic.

- impossible to resolve conflicts - this is more on Ambessa' writing, because in ep. 8 she goes like this: Mel, it's not enough you'd join me to avenge Kino, we now have this weapon in you and this nice old chemist is lending me a hand making more weapons BUT it's impossible for me to change plans, because to stick it to Black Rose and mages in noxus as magic is unfair, I'm making this new army with the help of this nice mage I just found in the rubble. This army is also exclusively puppeteer by him. This is cartoon logic of a bad guy, not a human.

- keeping conflicts simple by keeping characters apart until 2 scenes before finale - this is hypothetical so please friends be nice, what if instead of Black rose abduction plotline the whole exposition part of it went like this: Black rose possesed Amara asks Mel to help her get introduction to her mother. Mel and Amara meet Ambessa, where Black rose reveals herself like in original scene and delivers the exposition about Mel's origins and Kino's fate. All the while changing faces between Amara, the Ionia princess and Kino to the horror of all involved. Then Mel's powers awaken like in the puzzle wall scene. Idk if that'd be better but it'd be more efficient and would keep Mel in Piltover. One scene instead of several, leaving Mel and Ambessa more time for an arc build up. Also Elora lives. Anyway, that's my stab at it while chilling and listening to 60 y/o lady showing off her spoon collection in an asmr. It's a very nice asmr.

- symbolism as character development - so when Black Rose gives Mel the Ionian processes necklace I felt really good, it felt as if Mel is finally carving her identity as Medarda from Medarda family history. But then it hit me, we don't know what she thinks of it, we don't know why she goes back to noxus on the ship, we know nothing of ot in her words. It's symbolism. Not as bad as Jayce having his whole character development this season conveyed in symbolism by role playing as Bear Grylls in Apocalypse survivor man, but it feels cheap anyway to not write character just use symbolism.

Anyway, those are my gripes and apparently this is the best arc of this show.

#arcane critical #mel medarda #arcane season 2 #arcane spoilers #ambessa medarda

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mingi-s-dimples · 5 months ago

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weird request..? ( kinda ) it’s me lis😚 i love your work bia and i really REALLY want a demon hongjoong fic 🪦 maybe add some praising and choking kink as well…🤭🤭 i recently saw a picture of him that added to the “joong demon agenda” AND OH BOY 🫠🫠 love you 😚❤️

Crimson Nights - Hongjoong

REQUEST BY: @mingleshine (or how y'all might know her, my lovely Lis) she also made the banner 😋😋 had to use it for my love.

pairing: demon/incubus!hongjoong x fem!reader

rating: 18+

genre: romance, demon x human, love not necessarily filth (but a little bit cause I love writing filth hihi)

summary: the sillhouette you've always been dreaming and painting about finally finds it's way in your room, giving you what you've been longing for.

WC: 3.5k

warnings: demon au, incubus!hongjoong x human fem!reader, choking kink, neck marking, marking, a sprinkle of praise, pet names (sweetie, darling, princess), ramming (if this is even a warning), hard deep and needy longing love (joong appeared in reader's dreams for years), choking, huge dick!hongjoong, slight belly bulging (he was a big guy hihi), eyes glistering with lust and changing as soon as they're finished, sharp nails (said marking + hickeys), biting, a little bit of cnc maybe from his perspective reader was all down for it, possesiveness, claiming reader (you/re mine/I already claimed you), completely consesual, unprotected (WRAP UP IRL!), slapping/spanking, orgasms (both m&f), fluff (if you squint but I promise there is fluff cause wdym Hongjoong has waited years for reader to be ready to invite him in her world and how he talks to her at the end ansadka I'm blushing), probably forgot something !

Author's Note: I loved writing this one. The description in the beginning made me absolutely looooooooooooooooooove writing this fic, I've always loved to describe nice, vintage/retro like things/rooms. Tysm love for the request andddd can't wait for another one from you hihi <3 love you always, enjoy this one ^^ also I love when u call me bia it makes something in me go insane nshdajkndsma

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction & does not represent in any way the reality of the member.

The room was a sanctuary of warmth and color, tucked away in an old manor where the whispers of time lingered in the wooden beams. As you stepped inside, the scent of aged wood and crackling fire filled the air, mingling with the faint aroma of dried leaves that had drifted in through the slightly open window. The walls were adorned with paintings of every size, each one a vivid portrayal of autumn’s embrace. Rich hues of amber, gold, and crimson spilled from the canvases, capturing scenes of forests bathed in the gentle light of a setting sun, of fields where goldenrod swayed in the cool breeze, and of paths carpeted in a mosaic of fallen leaves.

The floor, covered in a thick, russet-hued rug, creaked softly underfoot, adding to the room’s rustic charm. A grand oak table sat in the center, its surface cluttered with brushes, palettes, and jars of paint that seemed to mirror the fiery shades of the season. On a nearby easel, a half-finished painting depicted a lone maple tree, its leaves a brilliant cascade of oranges and reds against the backdrop of a fading twilight sky.

Outside, the trees rustled softly in the wind, their branches bare save for a few stubborn leaves clinging to their last moments of life. The windowpanes rattled gently, as if echoing the sighs of the season, and through them, the distant cry of a flock of geese could be heard, their silhouettes barely visible against the dusky horizon. The room, bathed in the soft glow of a nearby lamp, seemed to pulse with the rhythm of autumn itself, a place where the beauty of the season was captured and eternalized within the frames on the walls.

You’ve been having some weird dreams lately. The dreams were always drenched in shadows, where reality blurred and the world seemed suspended between night and twilight. In them, you found yourself standing in a vast, moonlit field, where the air was thick with an unspoken tension. The only light came from a ghostly crescent moon, casting long, eerie shadows that danced across the landscape. It was in these shadows that you first saw him — a silhouette against the silver light, imposing, with a presence that sent a shiver down your spine and yet held your gaze captive.

He was not like any man you had ever seen. His form was humanoid but dark, almost as if he were carved from the very night itself. Yet, it was his eyes—those glowing embers hidden within the depths of shadow—that drew you in. They were the color of molten gold, burning with an intensity that made your heart race, eyes that seemed to see right through you, into the deepest corners of your soul.

Despite his demonic appearance, you felt an inexplicable pull toward him, a magnetic force that defied all logic. Each night, the dreams grew more vivid, more intense. You would find yourself standing just a breath away from him, feeling the heat of his presence and the chill of the night air against your skin. His gaze would meet yours, holding you in place, and in that moment, you felt a strange mix of fear and desire. It was as if his eyes were speaking to you, whispering promises of secrets untold, of passions that could only exist in the world of dreams.

Sometimes, you could hear his voice—a deep, resonant sound that echoed in the silence, filled with both menace and allure. He would reach out, his hand almost touching you, but the dream would always end before you had made contact, leaving you waking with a longing you couldn’t quite understand. The sensation of his gaze lingered among you, haunting your waking hours, making you yearn for the night when she would see him again.

In these dreams, you were not afraid. The darkness did not frighten you, nor did his otherworldly form. Instead, you felt drawn into the mystery, consumed by the curiosity of who he was and why you felt such a strong connection to him. Each night you slipped into the sheets, so willingly, eager to return to that shadowy place where the lines between fear and desire blurred, and where you felt more alive than you ever did in the daylight.

The air in the room was thick with anticipation, the kind that made every breath feel heavy. You stood in the center of the old, dimly lit room, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows that danced on the walls. The atmosphere was charged with an electric tension, a sensation you knew all too well from your dreams.

You had been here before—in those haunting visions that gripped you in the dead of night, where the lines between fear and desire blurred into something irresistible. But tonight was different. This time, you were awake. This time, it was real.

The temperature dropped suddenly, and a shiver ran down your spine. The shadows in the corners of the room seemed to coalesce, gathering into a single point of darkness that deepened until it was almost tangible. Your breath hitched as the air hummed with an otherworldly energy. The shadows twisted, taking form, and your heart pounded in your chest as you watched.

Slowly, he emerged from the darkness—a figure of impossible beauty and terrifying power. His skin was pale, almost luminescent against the darkness, and his eyes glowed with a deep, unnatural fire. They were the eyes that had haunted you in your sleep, eyes that saw through you, into you, but you yet had a desire to meet him. His presence filling the room, cloaked in darkness that seemed to cling to him like a living thing.

His lips curled into a knowing smile, one that sent a jolt of both fear and longing through you. It was the smile that had always made you feel like you were teetering on the edge of something dangerous, something thrilling. His voice, when he finally spoke, was a low, velvety rumble that seemed to reverberate through your very bones.

"So, we meet at last," he said, his tone laced with a dark amusement. "You've been dreaming of meeting me, haven't you?"

You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat. It was as if the reality of his presence had stolen your voice, leaving you with nothing but the rapid beating of your heart and the heat that flushed your skin.

He stepped closer, his movements fluid, almost serpentine. Every step he took seemed to pull you in, your body betraying you as it leaned towards him, yearning for the touch you knew would burn but also ignite something within you.

"You've been calling out to me, every night," he continued, his gaze never leaving yours. "And now, here I am."

He was close enough now that you could feel the cold radiating from him, mingling with the warmth of your own body. The scent of him was intoxicating, a mix of something dark and forbidden, like smoke and spices you couldn't name. It made your head dizzy, your thoughts tangling with desire and dread.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, and the contact sent a shockwave through you. His touch was cold, but it sparked something deep within, a fire that you had only ever felt in your dreams. It was a sensation that bordered on pain, but also pleasure—a perfect, terrifying balance.

"Why do you fear me?" he whispered, his breath ghosting over your skin. "I am what you desire most, am I not?"

You swallowed hard, finally finding your voice, though it was barely more than a whisper. "Who are you?"

His smile widened, a flash of sharp teeth that should have frightened you, but instead, it only made your heart race faster. "I am everything you've ever feared, everything you've ever wanted. I am the darkness in your soul, the fire in your blood. I am yours."

The words wrapped around you like a spell, binding you to him in a way that felt both inevitable and inescapable. You knew, deep down, that this was what you had been searching for, what your soul had been yearning for in those lonely, desperate moments between sleep and wakefulness.

“W-what’s your name?” you said, your head dizzy from what he made you feel deep inside you.

“I’m Hongjoong.. nice to meet you, princess.”

His hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer until there was nothing between you but a breath, a heartbeat. His eyes burned into yours, and you felt yourself falling into them, into him, as if you had always belonged there.

"You have nothing to fear," he murmured, his lips hovering over yours, close enough to feel their coolness. "We are one, you and I. And now, you will never be alone again."

As his lips finally met yours, the world around you seemed to fade, dissolving into darkness. All that remained was the heat of his kiss, the cold fire of his touch, and the knowledge that you had finally found what you had been seeking all along—him.

He stopped kissing you, a heady silence falling between, thick with the weight of what was about to happen. His hands, cold yet searing with an undeniable heat, trailed down your neck with a slow, deliberate touch, making you shiver. His eyes locked onto yours, burning with an intensity that made your knees weak. You could feel the pull, the magnetic force drawing you closer, deeper into him, and you knew there was no escape—only surrender.

With a fluid, almost predatory grace, he lowered you onto the bed. The mattress yielded under your weight, and the cool sheets sent a shiver through your body. He hovered over you, his presence overwhelming, his gaze never wavering from yours as he gently eased you down, guiding your back to the softness beneath. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a bubble of darkness and desire.

His lips found your throat, pressing soft, lingering kisses that ignited every nerve in your body. The sensation was intoxicating, a mixture of warmth and cold that made your skin tingle with anticipation. His kisses were like whispers against your flesh, trailing down to your collarbone, each touch a promise of more to come. His sharp teeth, grasping your skin, receiving some whines out of you.

You gasped as his hands slid under the fabric of your shirt, his fingers cool against the heated skin of your waist. His touch was slow, sensual, exploring every inch of you as if committing your body to memory. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear, sending another shiver down your spine.

“Do you feel that?” he whispered, his voice like velvet, dark and rich. “The way your body responds to mine? The way you tremble under my touch?”

His lips traced the curve of your shoulder, then continued their journey downward, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His fingers followed, brushing against your sides, your hips, as he moved lower. He was taking his time, savoring every moment, every reaction you gave him.

When his lips reached the edge of your shirt, he paused, his gaze flicking up to meet yours. There was a question in his eyes, one that didn’t need to be spoken aloud, and your answer was in the way you arched your back, pressing your body into his touch, craving more. A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he pulled your shirt higher, exposing more of your skin to the cool air.

He kissed along your stomach, his lips lingering on every inch of bare flesh he uncovered, each kiss sending a jolt of pleasure through you. His hands were everywhere, caressing, teasing, and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped your lips as he continued his exploration. The sound seemed to please him, a dark glint of satisfaction in his eyes as he looked up at you from beneath his lashes.

His mouth moved lower, his kisses growing more insistent, more demanding, and you could feel the tension building within you, coiling tighter with each passing second. His touch was like a drug, addicting, overwhelming, and you were helpless to do anything but give in to the sensations he was pulling from you.

When he finally moved back up to capture your lips again, it was with a hunger that took your breath away. His kiss was deep, consuming, as if he was trying to devour every part of you, to claim you as his own. You could taste the darkness on his lips, the promise of something forbidden, something you had craved in your dreams but had never fully understood until now.

He pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling with your own in the small space between you. “You are mine,” he whispered, the words more a declaration than a question. “Every part of you, every breath, every heartbeat. Mine.”

And as he kissed you again, slow and deep, you knew that he was right. There was no turning back, no escape. You were his, body and soul, and the thought of it sent a thrill through you that was equal parts fear and desire. As his hands continued their exploration, as his lips found every sensitive spot on your skin, you surrendered completely to the darkness, to him, knowing that you were lost and yet finally found.

Your hands found their way through his hair, rubbing the nape of his neck. He took that as a challenge and as one of his hands was travelling around your body, all touchy on your thighs and waist, the other one went for your neck, putting pressure, almost like choking you. It only made you yearn for more as you squirmed under him, his gaze never leaving your needy eyes.

“I can see it in your eyes, princess. How much you want me, how much you need me. Do you want me to let you give in or… will you let me make you mine?” he said as he pressed down on your neck, hovering his lips over your collarbones, leaving soft, sloppy kisses, waiting for your response.

But as you didn’t say anything, only moving underneath him, in wish of some friction, he understood your movements and manhandled you on your back, pressing your face into the mattress.

“See, darling? Your body language is everything to me. The way it speaks to me… in no way you’d be able to portray by words” he whispered, his eyes glistening with lust and desire, eating you as a whole.

“Joong- i- “ you mumbled, trying to get ahold of yourself, his dick struggling inside the rough fabric of the leather jeans, creating a prominent tent. All of this mess caused by you and your little dreams formed a loop of stroking his cock for a few seconds before rubbing his thigh up and down, all through the tightening cloth.

His calm, yet lustful, twisted expression gave you an understanding on how much he wanted you, how bad he craved putting you on all fours, head buried in the mattress, holding your hands and pounding into you like the demon he was.

Trembling hands gripping the silk sheets, your bottom lip quivered involuntarily as breathless pants left your mouth, Hongjoong behind you, squeezing and occasionally slapping your ass. It was already red… at how much he fondled with it.

“So… should I.. finally claim you, princess?” he said as he turned you over to face him. He started undressing you, slowly but surely getting rid of everything. You were now laying bare in front of him, goosebumps visible on your entire body from the cold yet inviting touch he had.

He pulled you into him by your waist, making you gasp once you felt his hard erection press against your thigh. "Feel that, princess? Gonna fill you up nicely" he whispered, his breath stuttering against your face, like he was a feral animal wanting to destroy you.

As he unbuckled his leather pants and got rid of them, unveiling his already dripping cock, you were left amazed by the size. You expected.. the size.. cause he was a demon, after all, but...

"Oh, fuck" you exhaled when he went between your thighs, his red angry tip pressing and slowly moving up and down on your folds.

"You good, darling? he grunted as he pushed himself inside you, no warning. You softly moaned at the sensation, but as you realised he put only his tip in, you braced yourself on the mattress and when he pushed himself just a little bit more, you whined and tears started forming at the corner of your eyes. As he wiped them soflty, he let you adjust to his size but you never quite completely did.

Pain and pleasure hovered over you, heavy mist in the air and breathing. He lifted you up, still bouncing slowly on his cock, holding you close to his chest. It was it you were making love to your demon.. this was exactly what was happening. Slow, lustful, desireful thrusts, moves and touches, soft kisses from your neck to your collarbones, sucking dark spots on your fair soft skin.

You suddenly moved and twitched as he bottomed down, to which he pushed you down even further, feeling how a small bulge was forming in your belly, almost visible.

"Princess, stop moving. I might actually hurt you if you move without warning" he said as he dug his sharp nails into the flesh of your waist, leaving soft bleeding marks on your skin. You whined at the pain but damn... it turned you on so bad, arousal dripping on his balls, from below you as you bounced on him more forcefully, not caring about the pain anymore, which had turned into utmost pleasure.

Hongjoong was all touchy with you, he was like this... maybe because he was longing you how much you were longing to meet him? All of these years you've seen him in your dreams... all of the paintings and stories you've made up of him, all because you wanted to meet the mysterious entity in your dream and... you were over the moon for him. How he fucked you so good, how he took you under his influence, his voice, his fangs, as he dug them suddenly in your neck, getting soft choked moans out of your rapidly rising chest.

Only sloppy sounds could be heard from between the two of you, soft and slow stuttering moves, arching your back with every thrust of his. It's true.. he was basically ramming into you, feeling like he could destroy your insides any moment. But at the same time.. there was some kind of slowness, caring to it, deeply pounding into you but making sure you slowly take every single inch of his length, while he gave you soft kisses. One of his hands found it's way to your breasts, playing with your nipple as he received a whine out of you. You were already close, your head getting dizzier, cloudy with the thought of the dirty things you've done with your... demon.

His hands all over your back, leaving scratches and his lips leaving spots on your skin. This is how fucked up you were.. but you were close to finishing, and as he rammed into you a couple of more times and felt how your core bursted, you creamed on his cock, leaving out moans and cries of arousal, tears falling down your cheeks. He fucked you through your orgasm, overstimulating you. He later came inside your aching and throbbing pussy, slowing down his thrusts and then finally comming to a stop.

"Such a good girl you are... such a good girl for me. Is that right?" he whispered.

Both of your fluids were dripping down your legs and on his thighs as he let you fall slowly on the ruined bed sheets. He could feel... even smell how your blood boiled for him, how aroused you were.

"Everything good, darling?" he said as he wiped down your tears, rubbing your trembling thighs slowly. "Mhm? Are you feeling okay?"

"Uh, yes, Joong. It was incredible... " you said and he gave you a kiss on your forehead.

"You know.. y/n. I've been longing for this moment... for years. Ever since I first appeared in your dreams... but I had to wait until you finally wanted it to happen. Now I'm here, sweetie. I'm here.. I'll stay here forever. You're mine and I'm yours.. remember?" his eyes changed colours, from a deep red that appeared when he pushed you on the bed... to a soft hazel-like colour.

"You can't escape my grip anyways. I already claimed you before inviting me in your life..." he said and hugged you thightly.

"Hongjoong... I've always wanted to meet you.. the mysterious entity haunting, appearing in my dreams. I was so eager to meet that sillhouette... you won't ever understand." you said and gave in, curling up into a ball in his grip.

"Don't worry.. I'm here and I won't ever leave, as I said" he reassured you, stroking your hair slowly and biting your neck again, marking his terittory once again for the night.

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fvllingflower · 2 years ago

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FVCK ABOUT IT

pairing: nonidol!wonwoo fem!reader ft a little bit of changkyun

genre: angst, fwb to lovers, smut

warning: mentions of alcohol, possesive friends with benefits, jealous wonwoo, making out, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (pls use protection), ass play, spanking, rough sex, back scratching, aftercare.

song recommendation: fuck about it by waterparks

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Friends with benefits is what you and Wonwoo agreed upon. You also agreed with him that if one of you grew feelings for one another then you two will break it off. Of course you wouldn't listen to those rules nor would Wonwoo...

You loved every aspect of him. Sure you loved the sex but you enjoyed the aftercare more, seeing the caring side of Wonwoo melts your heart every time. You also loved how he cuddled your body as you two slept.

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You walked into his apartment due to him giving you a spare key and you walked into his bedroom to realize he was finishing showering... he came out of the bathroom surprised to see you sitting on the bed.

"Oh Y/N I thought I'd be seeing you later," He sounded shocked. You didn't reply you just looked at him.

"You want me already?" He asked and you shook your head.

"Sit down," You mumbled.

"Let me get dressed first," He caressed your hand. He went to his closet and grabbed some clothes and was about to change in the bathroom.

"Won I've seen you've naked already," You reminded him and he nodded. He changed in front of you before sitting down next to you.

"What's up?" He asked, looking at you with those cat like eyes you love.

"Can we talk about... us," You looked at him.

"What about us?" He asked.

"I- um..." You felt nervous.

"Do you wanna have like a friendly date?" You just threw away what you really were gonna say.

"Oh? Yeah sure," He smiled. He kissed your forehead before standing up.

"At first I thought you wanted to end our arrangement," He chuckled. Your heart clenched though knowing that is what you wanted to talk about but felt afraid.

You two went to the park just walking around while talking about whatever. Your hand felt empty though, you wanted to hold his hand, but you knew he didn't want to mislead people about your relationship.

"Oh yeah I forgot to mention there's a company party I have to attend tomorrow," He mentioned.

"What about it?" You asked.

"Would you like to be my date?" He asked with a smile plastered. You wanted to slap that smile off his face. Does he know all he is doing is leading you on? It pisses you off.

"Yeah sure," You shrugged.

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Tomorrow came and you felt a form of panic. You wore a blood colored dress that hugged every curve of your body. You fixed up your hair and put on a red lip to match the dress. You heard a knock on the door and rushed. You grabbed your purse and your shoes, rushing to put the heels on. You opened the door to see Wonwoo in a suit.

"Wow... you look gorgeous," He complimented.

"Thank you, you look good yourself," You smiled.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked and you nodded. You guys stepped outside the complex and you realized you should've brought a jacket. Wonwoo must've noticed that you were cold cause he took off his blazer and placed it around you.

"Oh! Thank you," You smiled at him.

When you two arrived at the company, and you could feel eyes glued onto you. You reached for Wonwoo's hand and squeezed it letting him sense your distress. You guys found your booth and sat down beside each other.

"You okay?" He whispered.

"I feel like everyone is staring at me," You mumbled and he held your hands.

"They're just stunned by your beauty," He wooed.

"Won, I'm serious," You looked at him.

"I am too," He spat back.

"But if you feel so uncomfortable just let me know and we can go home okay," He smiled softly and you nodded.

"I'm gonna go get a drink," You stood up.

You walked away from him and walked towards the bar. God it felt like this place was filled with men, were there no women to help you or did they just not care? You got to the bar and sat down. You called the bartender over and ordered your drink. As you waited, a man came over to you. He was quite handsome, he looked average height, his hair was slicked back but some hairs still managed to set free against his face.

"Hi beautiful, what you doing here all alone?" He asked.

"I'm actually here with my.. friend but they're over there," You smiled.

"Mhm would you like me to keep you company?" He asked.

"Yeah sure," You agreed. He sat down next to and you guys started chatting it up. You almost forgot about Wonwoo being in the same building.

"Okay okay, dumbest thing you agreed on?" He asked and didn't have to think you knew what the answer was for you.

"Friends with benefits, for sure," You answered laughing. Changkyun looked surprised by the answer.

"Well Miss Y/N I wouldn't have seen you as the type to have done friends with benefits," He teased and you jokingly slapped his arm. Suddenly a really romantic song started playing and you saw couples go onto the floor and start slow dancing. You sighed and looked back at Changkyun.

"Do you wanna dance?" He asked.

"No it's fine plus I don't even know how to slow dance," You smiled weakly.

"Come on it's easy," He grabbed your hand and led you onto the dance floor. He placed your arms around his neck and his hands on your waist. You couldn't lie, you loved how this felt, it felt so romantic even though you two just met, you felt something, maybe it's because you imagined doing this with Wonwoo instead. As Changkyun and you were making eye contact you couldn't help but feel someone else staring at you, you just decide to ignore it. You guys walked back over to the bar after the song finished. Changkyun and you gave each other your numbers since he had to leave. Once he left, you walked back over to Wonwoo who looked pissed.

"Lets go home," He demanded and you followed. You guys entered his apartment and you took off his jacket and sat it on the counter.

"What the fuck was that?" He asked coldly.

"What?" You seemed confused.

"That guy!" He added.

"Oh Changkyun, he's a sweet guy," You smiled.

"Sweet guy," He mocked.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You snapped back at him and he glared at you.

"You, you're my problem! You dancing with other guys, flirting with other guys! You're mine!" You looked at shocked.

"I'm not yours! For fuck sakes we're friends with benefits! I'm going home," You were about to walk off but Wonwoo grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him and kissed you hungrily.

As your lips fought, he was walking backwards into the bedroom. He slowly was unzipping your dress and once you two got into the bedroom he unzipped it all the way and you let it drop to the floor. He got on his knees and pushed down your panties, and looked at you with begging eyes. You nodded and he dived into your folds. He didn't take anytime to breath, he was more focused on your pleasure than anything. You gripped his hair and started thrusting against his face. Once you released all on his face, he looked up at you and licked his lips. He took his fingers to his nose and wiped the excess of your releases, he stood up and held his fingers in your face. Knowing what to do you leaned forward and sucked on his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and just smirked.

"My greedy girl," He muttered.

You walked towards him, getting rid off any excess room and you started unbuttoning his shirt. As you were unbuttoning, his hands went to your back and unhooked your bra. You took off his shirt and you started making out again. In the midst, he bit your bottom lip making you whine. He picked you up and laid you down on the bed and turned you to be laying on your stomach. He slapped your ass and then massaged it and then slapped it again making you whimper. His hand went down to your clit and collected some of your juice and he spread it along his dick.

"You're so wet honey," He smirked.

"All cause of you," You muttered.

"Is that so? You weren't thinking of that Changkyun?" He gritted.

"No just you- oh fuck," You moaned loudly at the feeling of him entering you.

Once you adjusted he started thrusting fast and rough making you grip the bedsheets. The grip on your hips you swear, he'd leave a bruise. His hands slipped back to your ass as he started squeezing and moving it up and around suddenly he slapped your ass hard making you yelp.

"Oh fuck Wonwoo!" You cried.

He leaned over and started placing kiss along your shoulder before going back to thrusting roughly. He then suddenly pulled out and flipped you onto your back. He slid back into your hole. He started thrusting fast again, all while keeping eye contact with you watching every time your face contorted, watching your boobs move, watching him make a mess out of you. His pace getting quicker, your hands on his back scratching like a cat. He leaned over and you started making out messily, now one of your hands moved to his hair. As he continued to thrust, it brought closer and closer to your climax. You suddenly released all over him but he didn't care he continued fucking you, like it's the last day on Earth. Soon he snapped and released.

When he pulled out, he pushed back to excess releases into your hole. He laid down next to you as you regained your breathing. He leaned onto his side and kissed your shoulder. He got up and came back with a wash cloth to clean you up. You winced at the sudden contact as you were still sensitive. Once he finished cleaning you up. He put some clothes on and handed you some spare clothes that you kept in his apartment. Once you two were clothed, Wonwoo got back into bed and placed your legs on his lap as he began massaging your legs.

"I'm sorry if I was too rough on you," He apologized and seemed to mean it.

"It's okay, I kinda liked it," You hid your face due to embarrassment.

"Don't hide your face. You're so cute when you're shy," He smiled and kissed your lips. He went back to paying attention to your legs.

"Wonwoo..." You mumbled and he looked up at you, letting you know he's listening.

"I think we should break off our agreement," You looked away.

"Why? Did I do something wrong?" He looked scared. Scared to lose you.

"No, you did nothing wrong. I did something wrong." You sat up and held his hands as you looked down.

"I gained feelings for you," You sounded ashamed in yourself. Suddenly you just hear Wonwoo chuckle.

"Why are you laughing?" You scolded.

"We can still work out, just in different way," He smiled and leaned in to kiss you softly. Somehow every time he kisses you like that, he manages to make you blush.

"As in I'll just be your boyfriend," He smiled against your lips. Realizing his words you smiled stupidly and kissed him passionately. You ended up on top of his body as you kept kissing him.

"I'll take this as a yes," He smiled.

"Yes yes yes, a billion times yes," You held his face and kissed him again.

#jeon wonwoo smut #seventeen scenarios #seventeen smut #svt smut #wonwoo fic #wonwoo smut #wonwoo thots #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen fanfic #wonwoo imagines #wonwoo scenarios

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asknrmt · 10 months ago

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whıch one of u are more possesive???? does miles still get hit on??? and if he does whats ur reaction to it, phoenix?? I NEED TO KNOW. -ribbon a.k.a danny

Phoenix: well, yeah of course he gets hit on. have you seen the guy?! but he usually doesn't realize it. I guess it annoys me 'cause I love him, but I don't get mad or anything.

Miles: On the other hand, people flirt with Phoenix occasionally, and i suppose it annoys me to an abnormal extent. I wouldn't say 'possessive', though.

Miles: He always has trouble believing they're actually talking to him. (I don't see why. Has he looked in a mirror? Of course people are going to be interested in him.)

#ace attorney #ask blog #narumitsu #wrightworth #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #ace attorney art #aa fanart #ace attorney fanart #art

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icarusredwings · 4 months ago

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i *live* for your agere wade omg 😢🙏🏻 i also age regress there's just something about your favorite character being like you that makes me smile :) your writing is absolutely wonderful as well!! :3

Hi hon, Im so proud of you for doing what's good for you, and I am so happy that you've found something to enjoy that makes you feel good about yourself.

Thank you so much for the support. I've seen more people mention how excited they were to find cute, mild, and nonnsexual regressions for Wade, so I've decided to put it on A03 for more people to enjoy.

I actually was nervous about posting them in general because of the stigma around it but seeing how supportive you all have been (I dont know why im even shocked) it's made me a little more confident in my writing. I was abused quite a bit as a child, and while I don't regress, I do have a special attachment to my stuffed animals and find comfort in kids' shows. Annnddd, as someone who was working towards becoming a geneticist? It's comforting to know that some very intelligent and successful people also do.

While you're waiting for me to write more or upload to A03, have some HCs:

Depending on what's going on, he fluctuates between 5-8.

Wade has 3 caregivers, Al, Vanessa, and Logan. He loves them all so much but certian care givers are for certain things. Al (Mama) is he goes too for booboos, Ness (Mommy) is who takes him out the most, to the park and doctors (If things get too out of hand, she can pull the "He's my disabled son you bastard" card, and Logan (Kitty) is general. The one youll find when wade is casually colouring or playing tea party with.

He'll take "sippies" but hes a bit too old for them because he chews the tops off.

Cereal, mac and cheese, pizza, bassically anything he already eats as an adult, including spicy tacos.

He doesn't have a lot of toys (and if he does, they're from a give away or a dumpster) so is very possesive of them and will instantly get upset if you try to take them away or "hurt" them.

Wade is the type to just chill with you on the couch and eat snacks if you don't have the energy to play or take him to the park. Even as a child, he was very emotionally intelligent, and it shows.

Most kids would have tantrums, but he seems to either be understanding or go cry in silence while isolated (its what hes used too)

As much as people say he's a potty mouth, I don't see it. Not yet anyway. Sure he'll say "bad words" sometimes but as someone whos used to being screamed at to shut up all the time, I believe he talks so much as an adult BECAUSE he wasn't allowed as a kid so he's more of an observer unless you are unfortunately his favorite and then hes going to tell you random facts.

Oftentimes, the "perfect child" are ones that are independent, quiet, and who monitor their emotions/ actions around other kids and adults. This means being forced to act older than you actually are, walking on eggshells around adults and trying to do things by himself.

He likes to wear clothes that are too big for him rather then tight. (Bonus points if they're a hoodie or a sweater)

He likes baths and sometimes will tell you that his "Skin hurts" when really it's just itchy/peeling/ needs lotion.

He's not big on babytalk but "puppy" "mama" "mommy" "park?" "Kitty scratch bad guys" "I watch tv?" "Go home?" "Play horses?" Are common. Its either small unfinished sentneces or endless rambling with full sentences that repeat themself. Logan has once heard "Did you know-?" 30 times once all in 10 minutes

He has a stuffy of a Wolverine named Fluffy from Kitty, a unicorn named Buttercream from Mommy, and a bear shaped dog toy from Mama. In her defense she didn't know it was a dog toy (because shes blind and cant read duh) but Wade loves it more that it squeaks.

Because kidWade (He is "NOT little", he's a "Big boy") is bigger than them, he has issues playing a little... rough... with other kids. He has infact shoved a kid into the sand while playing tag.

Wade is very erm... possesive.. over his caregivers and will act out if he believes Kitty is ignoring him. Because of their history, hes even more prone to acting out with Ness and has gone as far as telling someone they looked like a burnt quesodilla that "had a baby with a wrinkled cucumber" before (and will do it again)

Flappy hands. Giggles. Screeches. That is all that needs to be said.

Wade likes music, arts, and crafts. Physical exercise is nice too but naps are needed afterwards.

Naps must be willing. If you tell him to go take a nap he'll just stomp his feet and cry that hes "being good" so "doesn't need one" bassically, naps are punishment.

Tw for sensitive topics such as mental and physical health

The worst part about having Wade isn't that he is a "brat" or "bad", no infact wade barley ever is a brat. He's very people pleasing because he just wants as much affection as possible. it's the fact that you can't trick him or keep him from doing something. He's too smart.

"Come on baby, we're going to the park"

"Yay!!- wait.... Mommy... Mommy the park is that way...Mommy this is how you go to the mean doctors! They're gonna rip my teeth out!"

It's even HARDER to care for a kid who can escape literally anything and can run all the way home if you upset him too badly. The only thing really you can do is call a different cg and double up on the reassurance. (And maybe a bribe)

Another thing is that just because he's in this headspace doesn't mean his issues are gone. Between the nightmares, the flashbacks, the scary hallucinations that he can't understand, intrusive thoughts about harming a person, impusive thoughts, and just straight up having to deal with cancer on top of it all, etc.

Do you know how hard it is to explain to a child that they're nauseous and exhausted because the cells inside of him are eating the other cells, dying, and healing all at the same time?

#sfw agere #sfw interaction only #“He dosnt quite get it but hes got the spirit” Caregiver Logan Howlett #kidwade #wadewilson #logan howlett #blind al #mary puppins #vanessa carlysle #deadpool and wolverine #poolverine #deadpool #deadpool 3 #wade wilson #agere headcanons #deadpool headcanons

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iamasimperyk · 11 months ago

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Lonely (Part 2) -Rafe Cameron

Warnings: Psychopath!Rafe, Dark!Rafe, Angst, Fluff, Crying, Possessive Behaviour, Not proof-read, English is not my first language

Summary: Since you are dating Rafe now he became possessive, but you didn‘t notice. All you care about are your friends.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Pogue!Reader

Part 1

After your friends caught you with Rafe at the beach, you haven’t heard from them. You were aware of the fact that they hated Rafe, because of everything they went through.

They couldn’t understand what you possibly saw in him. Why would you be so close to someone as cruel as Rafe Cameron?

“Thinking about your ‘friends’ again?” Rafe asked, sitting down next to you on his bed.

You let out a sigh, "They are my friends, Rafe. They're just shocked we were so close."

“Well, thanks to them we are now even closer.” He gave you one of his cocky smirks.

“I just hope one day they accept us together and everything goes back to normal.” You mumbled, fiddling with your finger.

“Who needs them anyway, I am the only one you need.” He kissed your temple.

Ever since you two started dating a few weeks ago, Rafe had been possesive of you. He wanted you next to him all the time and always got a little upset when you started to talk about the Pogues. You never noticed though, for you he was just caring and sweet.

“I have something for you,” Rafe told you, reaching into the drawer of his nightstand.

“You know that I hate it when you spend money on me. I like you for you, not the fancy gifts.” You shook your head a little.

He took out the small box and handed it to you, “And you know that I don’t care what you say about me giving you gifts.”

You rolled your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips. You knew that Rafe would never stop buying you expansive stuff.

After you opened the box your eyes widen a little. Inside was a beautiful golden bracelet, with a charm. A charm with the letter ‘R’.

“It’s so pretty. Thank your, Rafe.” You gave him a quick kiss before you held it out for him to but it on your wrist.

“You look so pretty with my first letter on you.” He mumbled.

At his statement you laughed a little, you thought it was funny, but in reality it was the psychopath inside of him who was speaking.

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“I will be back in a few hours. You will survive, Rafe.” You giggled as he held you tight to his chest.

You told him you wanted to go to the cut to buy some stuff. Stuff you could only get there.

“Let me come with you, princess.” He mumbled into your hair, but you shook your head, “You have an important call in a few minutes.”

“I can just cancel it and then we-“ Rafe started but you were quick to interrupt him, “You talk about this call since last week. I know how important it is for you.”

He knew you were right, but how could he let his precious girl go alone to the cut.

His thoughts were interrupted when his phone rang, “I will see you in a bit. Good luck with the deal.”

You kissed him goodbye and quickly left, not giving him a chance to say anything back.

What Rafe didn’t know, you wanted to talk to your friends on the cut.

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“Please just let me explain it.” You begged, tears running down your cheeks.

“Explain what? That you betrayed us and are now fucking with the enemy?” JJ hissed, taking a swing of his beer.

You quickly shook your head, “It was never my intention to start a thing with Rafe. Every one of you started dating and I was always alone. Rafe just happened to be there one night and we started talking.”

“Look, Y/n, it’s not our place to tell you who you can and can’t be with. We were all just a little shocked that it was Rafe you chose.” John B told you in a calm way.

“He changed. He isn’t anything like you guys think he is. I know what he did was awful but he is a different person now.” You tried to explain.

“My brother? He’s a psychopath Y/n. He tried to kill me. He tried to kill you. He tried to kill all of us.” Sarah spoke up in disbelief.

“She’s right. I bet it’s just another one of his plans. Fucking the shy, little Pogue to get information.” JJ spat.

“JJ, calm down,” Kie hit his head.

“No Kie, she chose her side. I mean look at her, all the expensive shit she wears. She went full Kook with her little boyfriend and we? Yeah, we lost everything, the gold, the cross and one of our best friends.” Sadness clearly visible in JJ’s voice.

“I miss you, guys,” You told them weakly.

“We miss you too, Y/n/n, it’s just hard to accept the fact that you are now dating the enemy.” Pope sighed.

“Nothing has to change, I am still the same Y/n I always was and I always will be. Please don’t hate me.“ You said desperately.

They looked at each other for a while before John B finally spoke up, “How could we ever hate you.”

He stood up and hugged you, the others followed quickly. Even JJ stood up and came to you, “Don’t let this piece of shit control you.”

“JJ,” You rolled your eyes, but smiled a little, a few tears still running down your cheeks, “I promise.”

Finally everything was good again.

But what none of you knew, Rafe never picked up the phone but followed you. He wanted to make sure nothing happened to you but when he saw you with your friends, he felt nothing but anger.

Tags: @sublimepenguinpeach-blog

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron #rafe #outerbanks rafe #rafe x reader #rafe x you #rafe x y/n #rafe fanfiction #obx #outer banks x reader #outer banks #fluff #angst

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anoant-haikyuu-dump · 5 months ago

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bestie give me your most recent yaku headcanons, I need them like I need water 🙏🙏

YAKU THE GOAT!! Happy late-birthday to that guy, wish I drew him for the occasion :')

I have a bunch of team-based rambles sitting in the drafts that i’ll probably dump this week but here are some specifically Yaku-centric thoughts!

Fastest runner on the team by a long shot, there's no escaping him once you're being chased (ESPECIALLY if you pissed him off). Before practice you'll often see Lev sprinting from the club room only to be tackled to the ground a few seconds later (he probably said something dumb again or knocked shit over with his gangly-ass arms).

Because he's so fast Kuroo sends Yaku to fetch stuff from the main building when needed, which only works because he lays the flattery on THICK ("Because you're soooo fast, you're the only one who can do it! I can't trust anyone else for this Yakkun, the whole team is relying on you" etc etc). Yaku grumbles but he's incredibly weak to praise and usually ends up caving.

Of the third-years Yaku spoils the first-years the most. He's constantly buying them meat buns after practice or taking time during breaks to help them improve their recieves. Again, he's super susceptible to compliments and loves being looked up to so he's willing to spend a bit of money to win their approval. He and Kuroo are always arguing about which of them is the better senpai, when asked they answer Yaku to keep their free food privledges (much to Kuroo's despair). Yaku would never choose favorites... but it's totally Shibayama.

Speaking of Shibayama he's so fucking proud of that kid, he acts like his father even though they're only two years apart in age. After the timeskip Yaku makes a point of watching his games on TV and messaging him about it afterwards. He's the type to point out moves and go "I taught him that." They stay pretty tight as adults

Him and Suga also keep in touch, after their first meeting at the practice match in s1 they started texting each other stupid things their idiot teammates are up to and tips on dealing with them.

Fourth biggest eater on the team (Behind Inuoka and Tora, tied with Fukunaga). It's baffling how much food he can put down in such a short period of time.

Obsessed with this detail from one of the chapter headers, I think Yaku is a serial food stealer and he GETS AWAY WITH IT since he's so fast and nimble. Menace, do not take your eyes off him when in the possesion of snacks.

Thats all i got for now, thanks for the ask anon!! I need to talk about him more lmao

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dolliestfairy · 2 years ago

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і𝖿 thᥱrᥱ𝘴 ⍺ whі𝘴k, thᥱrᥱ𝘴 ⍺ w⍺Ⴘ╰🎀 . ִ ۫ ⁎ .

Geto, Mahito & Choso with Chubby!fem!reader who is a baker 🧁(୨୧ᵕ̤ᴗᵕ̤)

ʚ ₊˚ ᥀ Warning : Pet names (my little baker, chubby bunny), mentions of killing, mentions of eating flesh, mentions of pinch & blood, a little bit of overprotectiveness & possessiveness, and maybe some misspelled word. lmk if i miss anything. reader skin color is not announced. overall fluff.

ʚ ₊˚ ᥀ A/N : this is a continuation of the part 1 and part 2 jujutsu kaisen character with chubby!fem!reader who is a baker. lmk what you think, and also if you want another part just tell in the comment with what character :). also pls give me feedbacks and reblogs, tysm!

Part 1 ♡ Part 2 ♡ Part 3

Enjoy reading my fairies╰🧚🏻‍♀️ . ִ ۫ ⁎ .

✧ Geto

• sunshine & sunshine protector friendship dynamic ୧₊˚

• love the smell of your bakery like the bread, the chocolate and the pastry smells like yum yummmm

• though he would never admit it anyway...

• always squeezing his time just so he can go and visit your bakery (also to meet you too, but again, he would never admit this)

• love the softness of your body, they.. well um.. they somehow match what you were doing like you were making soft bread and pastry and your body is soft and round too so yk

• and this guy is also a little bit of overprotective over you and also a little bit possesive.

• he just doesnt want you to get hurt or anything & also he wants you to be completely his

• he would rather die than admitting this, but he sometimes think that he doesnt deserve you, and you deserve someone better.

• but as soon as he sees some guy flirting with you, it'll be all kicked out of the window, and he quickly shused whoever that person is (💀)

• but back again, he really loves you and he also love whatever you can do, such as making him feel good in bed.

✧ Mahito

• prey. thats what he think of you FIRST.

• i mean you look like a chubby bunny who works in a bakery for him

• he also like to tease you about whatever you do, meaningly or even affectionately, but mostly meaningly teasing 💀

• but if someone other than him do the same to you, you have to quickly prevent him from taking their life or else he really does gonna take their life.

• its as same when someone mock you or bully you, they're gonna be dead also.

• love to call you a pet names like 'chubby bunny' or 'my little baker' <3

• he also sometimes observe your bakery from the sewers under your bakery building (💀)

• he... well um, since he's also like a curse or something, he sometimes let the curse to in to your bakery with one rules = do not annoy or endangering you.

• and if they does? well, that day is gonna be the last day they can see the sunlight & moonlight.

• but he does freaking loves you, and one of his fav things to do with you is that he loves to affectionately biting your flesh or just gently pinch the extra flesh you had.

• what I mean by "affectionately biting you flesh" is that biting your body in the most gentle way you could possible imagine, and not like a brutal one until your skin and flesh are torn apart, that would be something else.

• but Mahito is still Mahito, so sometimes he cant help but let one of his sharp teeth drawing blood in your body.

• but if you get hurt, he immediately stop and looking at you with a worry yet confused expression.

• because overall, he's still freaking loves you, and he doesnt want to lose his chubby bunny who works in a bakery bussiness.

✧ Choso

• thinks he doesnt deserve you.

• this is like the dynamic friendship of the 'no energy friend' with 'calm friend' dynamic

• love your smell, the vanilla, flour, and just the smell of the sugary sweetness bread that patch in your body.

• making him feel cozy and safe.

• he doesnt really admit this out loud, but you somehow, manage to making him feel like a 'normal person' again.

• a normal person who is falling in love with someone, with you.

• thats why he always try to be with you, be at your side, just so he can feel the feelings of it again.

• he also love a gentle and kindhearted person, such as you.

• you're the girl he always dream of.

• i'm not joking while i'm saying this, the first time he confess to you and you accept him, he can feel his whole body and heart and soul is melting.

• he can feel his brain is like being mobbed by butterflies.

• he feel peace and all he feels is just that, he feel joy and happiness.

• he would do anything to protect you. yes we all know he sometimes befriended with curse and some shit, but the one thing is that, he would never let any one of his curse friend getting too close to you or your bakery.

• thats just how he shows himself that he loves you and care for you so much he even doesnt let his friend endangering you.

• he's a broken man inside, but you managed to strengthen him, and he thanked you for all of it.

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