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this is gonna be specific just hear me out okay this came to me in a vision +good for writing motivation or practice or whatever
imagine reader is some famous celebrity singer actor whatever and they go on the ship for whatever reason..maybe they really like space or something idk
how would they all act towards them?? would the way theyre treated get changed from their popularity?? đłđłđłâŚ?i cant imagine jimmy or curly acting too different towards them but daisuke maybe?? hes a fan idk im just thinkingâŚ
I'd imagine reader got on the ship because they wanted to experience space.... And because they paid lots for it.
Both before and after crash hc >â<
Reader death not specified
Yes there's Jimmy, he's the tw
Curly
Before-Crash:
- Confused why Pony Express gave this.. celebrity.. permission to get on a cargo spaceship.
- Tries to be nice. He doesn't act like those ppl that are super excited to meet a popular person. To him, you're just another human.
- But of course, if you make a mistake on the ship he'll go a little easy on you. He assumes you probably didn't get much.. training.
- You're his responsibility as well now! But he also is probably too busy to give you a tour of the ship, he'll ask one of the others. ( Definitely not Jimmy or Swansea. )
- If he's interested in you..... I guess, small flirts when he's off the clock. He takes responsibility!
- Compliments your work if he's a fan.
After-Crash:
- Curly feels embarrassed, and even more embarrassed if he's interested in you.
- At some point, thinks you'll come back to earth and tell everyone what happened and how bad he is at being a captain. Plus, destroying Pony Express's name that MIGHT land a lawsuit.
- During all the........ Deaths, he felt bad that a person that shouldn't even be connected to all this is paying the untold price of going on the ship with them
- Probably wanted to kill himself when he was brought to the table and saw all those corpses!!
Swansea
Before-Crash:
- Doesn't give a shit
- Probably treats you JUST like Daisuke but is a little less aggressive..
- Actually, I think he thinks you're a liability and dislikes you because you're just a rich piece of shit that thinks they can do wtv they want
- Might MIGHT complain and say that you're a liability when something bad happens
- If he's interested in you, you probably remind him of his wife by appearance LMFAO, I'm just kidding I'm not funny.
- If he's interested in you, he'll treat you a little nicer.
- I don't think he'll be a fan..... Unless you're like, Shelly Duval or Frank Sinatra or something. (RIP SHELLY DUVAL AND FRANK SINTRA I LOVE YALL)
- Won't say he's a fan though.
After-Crash:
- I have a gut feeling that he'll act like those drunk adults that go like, âIsn't this how you teenagers do it? WOO!" But like in a "Aint this how you people do it in Hollywood?â
- Says you should get less food because you dont do work around the ship. Won't say this if... He's interested, or only if he's drunk and mad or mad.
- If you die before him, he'll feel a little guilty like he does with Daisuke. I don't know if it's a lot of guilt, but enough guilt.
Daisuke
Before-Crash:
- FUCKING ECSTATIC.
- Wants a picture, and a signature. Treats you special because you're a celebrity.
- Uses his free time to be your friend. If he's interested in you, hes gonna try to impress you with his intern task (Swansea fucking hates it).
- Brings you to fuck around in the ship because I'll assume that you're about the same age, or you at least have the same age mentality.
- If he's a fan, he's way worse/better. Your decision.
After-Crash:
- Once again, if hes interested in you, he tries to be your big prince charming. When they start rationing the food, he gives you more
- I don't know if he'll prioritise you because you're a celebrity, but he tries.
- Tries to cheer you up when things get bad
- If you die before him, he kinda just............ Guilt. Yeah, thats all. Kinda feels like he didn't help enough.
Jimmy
Before-Crash:
- Thinks you're a liability 2.0
- Doesn't respect you
- Thinks you're a bitch because your life is better than his on Earth
- Probably.... JUST PROBABLY, daydreams about doing things to you so he can 'humble' you. Likes the thought of such a loved and respected person gets humiliated.
- If he's interested in you.... He'll have worse thoughts.
- Probably complains about you, in front of you.
- Not a fan, doesn't like the internet.
After-Crash:
- Now thinks youre... Still the biggest liability of the ship. In fact, you're the worst of the worst.
- Says you should get less food because you don't do any work 2.0
- If you die before him... Awesome! Doesn't care. Won't spare you even if hes interested, but cares.
- Gets married to your corpse, AGAIN I'M KIDDING. Doesn't strike me as a person who'd get married unless it benefits him, actually nevermind, go read Jambalaya Enthusiast's fic about Reader in the film industry in Jambalaya Enthusiast's Masterlist.
Anya
Before-Crash:
- Might be curious?
- She'll be nice >u<
- Yeah, she's probably the one giving you a tour!
- Anya will be a little concerned that a person like you is on the ship. In a way that she's concerned that a person who doesn't have any training is on the ship.
- She'll be glad to help you with anything, like motion sickness.
- If she's interested, she'll try to do little gestures for you. I think her love language is acts of something something, I forgot.
After-Crash:
- Anya doesn't really want you to come into the medbay and look at Curly.
- She gets super nauseous, so she doesn't want you to get super nauseous in an unfamiliar and stressing environment.
- Perhaps will give you a little of her food with you. I feel like Jimmy has engraved into her brain that she's not a good enough nurse, so she thinks she doesn't deserve the food she eats ( because Swansea and Jimmy say you don't deserve the food. )
- Comfort her, she's dying in her thoughts and wants to go to the medicine supply.......
- If you die before her, she will actually start spiralling.
#jimmy mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing#daisuke mouthwashing#mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#anya x reader mouthwashing#curly x reader mouthwashing#captain curly#daisuke x reader mouthwashing#jimmy x reader mouthwashing
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how i interpreted the bertholdt thing was that arminâs understanding of annie deepened bc of bertholdtâs memories, not that it necessarily controlled his feelings (like how eren implied)
i reallyyy like aruani as a concept. they mean so much to me. âgirl who doesnât care for lifeâ âboy who cares so muchâ (i also just love them as characters so much)
i think the downside for them was how long ago s1 was.
warning rant underneath (im embarrassed im so sorry)
iâd been such a long time fan but dropped off when there was a hiatus of the anime and decided ill just binge the manga when itâs done. the only real reason annie was on my mind was bc of how dedicated i was to the rba dynamic and how much i loved annie (and fanon annie) as a character. but she truly wasnât a character for nearly half of the series.
i even knew someone who saw her in the crystal and asked me âwhoâs that?â
i think she suffered from fandom slightly but now it being canon ig they were right. it was a little annoying for fandom (a small part of it) deciding that every character needed to be paired off with each other and that annie must be in love with one of the boys she tolerates. maybe that was a small reason i found the canonicity so out of nowhere?
bc i love fanon ships for sillies but making a female character HAVE to hinge on a relationship with a man rubbed me the wrong way. but thatâs not what aruani is in canon and im so thankful for that. but i still wish there was more
it sucks because there was really no way of developing her or their relationship while she was in the crystal and idek how someone could properly execute it but it was very jarring for her to come out of an absence that was longer than the timeskip for the readers. we hadnât even seen her for i think six years? and then immediately she is fully canon with a character that we had followed for all the time sheâd been missing.
idk i wish they had more. i wish it wasnât hints. i wish it wasnât the assumption that they must be romantic because of this, this and this.
their stuff in season 1 was so nice. i remember being so intrigued. but thatâs all it kinda was? we never had a reason. why did she spare him? why did she seem to care about him in particular? why did she want to âbe a good personâ for him? so interesting.
but we⌠never get an answer? is it because he called her nice? she clearly had empathy for him before that. but that wasnât something ever shown. even the compilation of moments always seems to start in the middle of a blossoming relationship. there was never a moment that solidified their mutual respect and interest for each other. itâs just something that just⌠happened? off screen?
rereading all these years later, i can catch these things and be like ohhhh yeah ig that was them liking each other. but when it was happening in real time, it was the most jarring and insane jump. i was like woah woah buddy what is going on.
sudden blushing and confession was so crazy to me. it felt so sudden. and so did other ships. it felt like âofc they were in love the whole time theyâre a woman and a man who have some interest in each otherâ
honestly, something that could have been implemented maybe was that armin was genuinely talking to her not because he was in love with her but he did genuinely âwant to see herâ. maybe a scene of him reflecting on maybe why he wanted to talk to her so badly (he kinda does but i want it to circle back to his regrets and maybe acknowledging all the times she spared him or cared about him to a certain capacity). maybe a flashback of why annie respected armin so much. or when their relationship started.
and maybe showing him visiting her throughout? but from a lore perspective, i feel like that still wouldnât work. sigh im so sorry. i have so many feelings and I donât think Iâve ever actually written it out before đ
idk im so sorry im rambling SO BAD. i think snk deserved to have a lot more breathing room and filler. letting my children just breathe and talk for a second. (i think thatâs why junior high was so good and so well received)
i love this manga so much and i know some people hate the ending but i personally really love this series and itâs overall message and think itâs so well written. and i love anyone who is passionate about anything and loves things. i just like to write improvements or brainstorm headcanon/how i would tweak thingsđ
anyways
isayama put his whole pussy into making yumihisu so explicitly romantic and intimate and loving throughout their entire relationship and decided he was done for the day<3
why did isayama put his whole pussy into yumihisu after saying he canât write romance. and then fumble when it came to the straights.
#long post#oh my god donât look at me this is so embarrassing#i love you all so much im so sorry if said something wrong#i promise i really like everything everyone i just wish writing was better#with the conversations in the comments/replies im like also getting the perspective of#maybe he canât write straight romance bc of being shy or it being too personal#or that maybe men and women on a romantic level donât need or donât have a deep connection#and potentially them just being a man and a woman is enough for love#armin fr bagged a baddie for no reason other than his autistic swag#they didnât have to talk. he just had to sit there and look pretty. and she just had to body slam his bestie.#idk man. i just ranted an entire essay for no reason#I literally have a paper due what the fuck am i doing#i hope this doesnât come off as âI HATE YOUR SHIPâ or âYOURE DUMB IF YOU LIKE THIS OR THINK IT MAKES SENSEâ#because tbh i like everything and could write just as long of an essay about any ships dynamics and value#i just think that every romance EXCEPT YUMIHISU FOR SOME REASON is written kinda shallowly and the ships deserve better#and if you think theyâre perfect as is that is 100% cool too and i would love to hear why!#i just like talking to people and listening to different perspectives and hear what people are passionate about#oh my god im even yapping in the tags#txt#too much text#aot#snk#aruani#meta#i guess
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whcih one of ur ocs is the most likely to be like. in an action pose idk how to phrase this
assuming that you either mean which one im most likely to draw in an action pose, or if you were taking their photo who would be most dramatic... (they're practically synonymous)
this is going to be a long post, and probably include some of my oc's that are not up on artfight right now! for those folks I'll tack on a headshot piece. ( it will not include 7 or 8 of my ocs, who i will likely rank seperately later; this is because they're part of a webcomic im in the process of drawing still. after I publish the first chapter publicly, i will return to this. ;) )
Bastard he's dramatic, he's flamboyant, he has lived too long to care. he used to be human, and if he still was, he would have died centuries ago- if not because of old age, then because he's utterly stupid. he knows he's indestructible, so he sits in lava pools for fun. he lives for nothing but a good time. he would dive headfirst into lava to pose, or he'd do something dramatic with a sword or bow.
Lunelle she's also very dramatic! sort of like a cross between cosplayer instagram poses and like. i'm gonna kill you poses. she likes to take photos with her friends and show off her teeth, so she'd be smiling brightly. however, she is a hunter, so as far as action poses go, she could also be in the middle of killing something! so could bastard, but he more lives alone in the woods at this point
AR135 ...yes, he is where the name aries comes from,,, photo at bottom he is a criminal! if his coworkers were to take photos on the scene he's probably strangle them but it'd be really easy to get photos of him locked and loaded, covered in blood, or committing a felony. in his day to day life, he would probably pose really domestically though
Ryn getting into nonfancy territory; this one is not as in he would pose dramatically for a photo, but rather it would be spectacularly easy to get a photo of him fighting for his life or dying. for a normal photo, he would probably set down his clipboard and stand with his hands folded, asking "Is this pose okay? ... Alright, are you done now?" after a minute or so. check his source material! he dies often to 'melting love' if it means anything to you haha
Nala not an oc that's very primary for me; from roughly 4 years ago, so i dont remember everything as well as i should- whoops. her photo will be at the bottom! she lives in a mostly normal world with touches of magic, but she always lands on her feet ( wink wink) so she would likely jump a railing just for a cool photo.
Charlie (photo will be at the bottom!) a s:ctol oc from like 2 years ago. He's not one of my primary oc's and I don't draw him a lot, but he's worth noting here simply because he falls off of islands a lot and it would be terribly easy to catch that on camera.
Marmora marmora doesn't like having his photo taken, so the only reason her pose would be dramatic is because he would either freeze in whatever he was doing, or she would scramble to cover her face and get away. because of how tall he is, it's rather easy to get a photo unnoticed. unless you're trying to take a photo of her face.
Adlon (photo at bottom :] ) he's very stoic, so i imagine it wouldn't be easy to get a super nice or interesting photo. they actually are a lot like vega? star based "of another world" character, but ofc different source material and different history by a long shot. his whole thing is that he was exiled from his own world under suspicion of murder, and they now travels from world to world through doorways. he used to be a noble, so he's used to posing sitting cross legged, looking straight ahead, not interested at all. the only reason he's not at the very bottom is because if he was in the middle of casting a large ritual or even small magic it'd technically be an 'action pose'. he can cast forth 'shadows' of himself too that can help carry things or complete simple tasks, so that might make for something interesting. ive drawn him dancing with one and reminiscing before.. :)
Merlot another one who's not fond of photos, but would pose politely. he would not really ever be in an active pose though, unless maybe he was playing the lyre and really into it, but that's sort of it ... technically that is not all of them but some of the others are almost more minor,,, somehow all of my winged oc's got left out. i would have included one or two but i straight up do not remember their names, therefore theres no way they're major enough to wedge in here haha. all of the drawings for those who aren't on my af are also very old, so please excuse any poor anatomy or roughness! photos (in order of listed) vvv
#advisor speaks#advisor scribbles#yeah.#ocs#i get to tag sources now!#lobcorp oc#<- thats for ryn#minecraft oc#<-for both lunelle and bastard#skycotl oc#<- for charlie#this one im a little embarrassed about but it's not as bad as some others#payday oc#<-for AR135#dnd oc#<-merlot#aaand thats it i think#asks#im gonna tag all my characters names just for future reference#bastard.char#AR135.char#Ryn.char#Nala.char#Charlie.char#Marmora.char#Adlon.char#Merlot.char#sorry for any main tags those end up in i might adjust the end later and make it like [name].char#actually. live update im doing that now#editing tags is too much power for my little mits
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doomed to always be the only nahuseresh fan in the chat
#on one hand I get it bc heâs awful and heâs also the only major on-page villain we get?#the other antagonists either never actually appear (naheelid or the emperor)#or they are antagonistic but also sympathetic in some ways (sejanus or melheret)#or they become protagonists (irene in the thief)#even someone like hanaktos who is behind most of the plot of acok barely appears in it#erondites is the only individual villain who comes close to nahuseresh in terms of screen time#and he still feels slightly more distant from the main characters in general#it makes sense for people to fixate on nahuseresh a little when talking about bad guys in qt#but sometimes I think it leads to distortion of his character? I find him very interesting idk#and the whole story is less interesting if he isnât fairly intelligent? he has these massive glaring flaws but heâs also good at some stuff#and just because heâs the most straightforward and present villain doesnât mean he can be used as an all-purpose villain imo#there are things it doesnât make sense for him to do#idk what the point of this post isâŚ.im embarrassed of how strongly I feel about this lol#fandom musings
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re: "good girl" i think they say it once randomly as a joke and its just one of those things that gets him wayyy more than they expected it would. so now its their secret weapon and they use it very sparingly and every single time he gets super embarrassed about it but it works ill tell you what.
#HES MY PRINCESS IDEK.#i dont think it happens naturally all that much because theyre usually in the business of calling each other names and being mean#so i think this would just be a random night where theyre on top and just think it would be really funny. to yank on his leash and call him#a good girl after bullying him into doing something. and well i just think it would get him is all i dont knowwwwwwwwwwwwww#i havr a lot of thoughts on the matter but i will stop for now#but the tldr is that with each other they tend to switch frequently and are always fighting#so i think itd take someone else being in the picture for hog to even realize how much he likes being a good boy :3#and i also dont think fish would be good at straightforward domming in the way he would want and they both know that#so its something he keeps between him and rat mostly. please dont ask me questions abt jrs sex life i have too many opinions on it#anyways. i think even tho fish knows theyd be bad at that they still feel left out so sometimes they go watch. they dont get anything out of#doing that theyre just sort of taking mental notes#all of this circles back to i think fish has always been the more sexually experienced of the two. and romantically.#i dont rlly think hog is a guy who dates i dont think hes ever been that and i dont think he made much time for hookups#(i think its cute if hes a virgin when they meet but 𤡠im not solid on it)#but i think for him hes just only ever fucked this one person and they do a LOT of stuff and it gets the job done so hes just never really#tried anything else. but. and again i have too many opinions on this but i think rat wouldnt be into their usual shteeze#i think hes a bit of a freak in his own way but the blood and weird anger issues is just not doing it for him most of the time#but i do think if given the opportunity he would LOVE to be The Boss for a little bit so i think he and hog can explore that together and it#will work out beautifully for them. this is great because i am not into strict d/s dynamics like that but i know in my heart that hoggy#would be. and i cant do that for him#again i think fish would be butthurt about this. mostly in a 'why didnt u tell me so we could try this :(' and he would go#'because you would suck at it and wouldnt like it' and they go oh. right. well im still mad#ANYWAYS. circling back. i think the good girl thing would be something fish knows that rat doesnt. and idk if theyd tell him or not#because i do think if they tell him he is using that for evil hog is going to be a good girl forever and ever. rat doesnt have the patience#to space it out the way fish does. which idk maybe thatd be good for hog he could work through some stuff...#but on the other hand i think its fun if they DONT tell him and just bust it out sometime when all 3 of them are doing the deed. or whatever#because again they mostly like how embarrassed he gets about it and i think he would be reallyyyy flustered by it#^ this is essentially part of my fantasy about spitroasting my beautiful wife until he cries just so everyone knows#idk i just think when he lets go of himself hed be a very cute and kind of needy subby bottom and i think hed be really easy to fluster#about it and i want it so bad
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so it turns out it was actually never that serious
#the exam literally went fine what the fuck just happened i feel like i just hallucinated that#like im not one of those people that go 'omg i did soooo badly :(' just to come out with top grades if i say it's going to shit#then it's becuase i genuinely wholeheartedly believe it#and my headspace before this exam was the worst it's been in MONTHS like i havent felt that bad for an exam since first year#and i sat down opened the paper and. remembered everything. like i literally just Knew the answers#im not saying ive passed bc am i fuck about to jinx it and i was still riding mainly blind bc i have NO idea where that knowledge came from#but at the very least there was a 35 marker that i KNOW i aced like i could picture the exact lecture slides it wanted me to discuss#and i had all of them memorised so at the very least ive got like. 30 marks. which is enough for me to pass the module#bc this exam is only weighted 75% and with my marks from the other 25% i only needed like 20 marks to pass this exam#which... makes it even more embarrassing that i failed it the first time but whatever!!!!#oh my god im so glad that's done im so happy IM FREE#just been in the kitchen dancing around to my little tunes and texting my friends <3#im meeting up with one of them when she gets off work at 5 and we're going for drinks#so ive got until then to nap and chill and then ill go to the shop and get us some food and wine#and she's gonna come here for a bit & then we'll go. like actually look at me. im having people over at MY HOUSE im going out to buy us WIN#im literally a functioning adult living independently who IS she a misty memory#alas i do only have ÂŁ23 in my account so this is gonna be such a slay seeing how i make that stretch for a night out#i acc could budget for england when it comes to alcohol i think like the way i manage to have a good funky time with MINIMAL funds#is downright impressive. it's a skill idc what you say#hella goes to uni
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i finally made a folder of my google docs re: twst fics/plannings and looking at the names are so fun bc a lot of them i didnt use the final fic name [if it got published] so sometimes it's just a placeholder [especially if it's just notes/ideas and not a fic] and some dont have a title at all and just auto used the first few words of the doc so i have like
i think only like 5ish of these have their ao3 titles on them / on two separate occasions i named an apple juice fic prompt doc the same thing except for literally just one has an extra ! and they were like 2 months apart......... i even checked bc i thought for some reason the doc duplicated themselves but no, those are just two completely different fics, they just both happened to be Apple Juice Kiss Prompts jvdjfdsljg i didnt do that w/any of the other kiss prompt docs but. whatever i guess!!
it's a fun guessing game on looking at the titles and trying to remember which ones they are. they date back to like 2021 when i moved from word docs to google so i could more easily share them with my friend since i wasnt really publishing anything at first lol.
#like i said a good handful of these are planning/notes docs and not fics but#a few are fics that i didnt finish and will NEVER!!! see the light of day!!!#like it's just business little caycay was i think a jade/cater but one of my older fics#based on a convo the friend and i had but#it wasnt very good and i didnt get far/ it wouldve had to be a longer story and i decided i didnt like that one so i never revisited it#i.... dont THINK i ever published 'the boys are at prom i guess'#i think ive mentioned parts of it once or twice but i thhhhink i didnt post it#that's also one of the older ones from my era of just writing the stories for just myself and my friend lol#i think that one's funny but im p sure i specifically havent shared it bc like i said since it was from back when i wasnt posting them#it's much more indulgent in terms of inside jokes and stuff my friend and i had lol#so it's one i just feel like wouldnt land as well with other people bc it might be confusing#prince eppa stuff isnt on ao3 but i did end up posting those here in a tumblr only post#so are some of the caterella notes i think#and maybe the cater/leona things LOL some of those are fics but i think one or two are just notes#that i found one day and i was like wadda hell why did i keep writing about them together#bc i cant be in denial man i just like writing caycay with everyone it's fun lol#i do like opposites đ#i think only 2 of these are wips. or like 2 are wips and then i think they both have notes docs?#KATGRR def is spliit like that but the treycay hurt comfort might have its notes in the same doc idr#either way. it is there. i havent forgotten my boys im just hfhwhfehwf#im in a state. going through it as they say.#i also got JUMPSCARED by a solomon/asmodeus obey me fic i started and never touched again bc i got embarrassed or something#sometimes the shame wins. fsdjkfljsdklghlkj#the thing is i didnt even read it i just went AHHH and backed out. so i dont remember WHY i got embarrassed the first time but#i remember the feeling. i dont even thing the content was like particularly wild i just have issues sometimes :p#i think i was just stressed trying to write for characters id never done before#looks anxiously at my kaveh/alhaitham fic notes that im scared to try to start............................#twst i at least eased into by doing it just with my friend at first. but even then ive felt embarrassed lol#and some ive even published i look back like hhnnnnmm maybe that one wasnt so good LOL BUT I WONT TAKE THEM DOWN#theres nothing specifically bad about them just. yknow they cant all be winners lol
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mutuals be honest. how much respect for me have you lost now that i like genshin.
#i literally didn't. know. the fandom was so bad#i have a group of friends that i play with and that's abt fucking it#and now im like. damn. i am embarrassed to admit i like this thing#because people will think i'm being fucking weird on twitter#i don't even USE twitter#or tiktok. or anything other than tumblr and discord (for talking to said friends)#like the game itself (minus the. colorism. and orientalism. which they got a novella from me about.) is actually...well written so far?#they know how to write characters well too imho#it's one of those things i think consuming critically is perfectly fine#but then you look at the fandom. and.#holy fuck it's all like super racist people who have never touched grass ever#it's given me such whiplash learning about it#because like. in my friend group there are a few of us whose heritage lines up with some of the in-game nations#and we have cool discussion about what they get right and wrong#and we all brainstorm like body type headcanons and just have a fucking great time#i dunno why i felt the need to ramble it's just. i miss when i played just with my friends and didn't know about all of this#because now i'm ashamed to admit i even like it for fear of being grouped in with actual racist/sexist/every fucking -ist imaginable people#i'm literally just going crazy here but while the character designs in sumeru were Bad for the most part the actual region itself got-#-a LOT right. like little details#one of my friends was overjoyed recognizing things from their culture that don't often get the spotlight#so as awful as parts of it are there is genuine good in it#and i'm just shocked the fanbase as a whole is so. terrible#i guess i shouldn't be surprised it's anime gatcha game fans (fucking hate the gambling part btw)#and those people tend to be. You Know#but still. i dunno. it's weird that the game does actually seem to have a lot of heart at least in parts of it#and then the character designs and the fanbase are. Like That#anyway. i've rambled enough in the tags#i just wish both the character designers and the fanbase were better
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dont remember if i ever was this angry at anyone before
#keep thinking abt [redacted]#wack. tbh#like embarrassing idgaf abt this guy why is he still on my mind.#this is some ego feeding shit like its cool to hate and be angry or something?#its just that i think he should be corrected. but the system is not in agreement on this.#guy was like my best friend for a couple months never even asked abt the system lol n theyr like looking out for him#or i guess mby theyre looking out for me/us. so as to not go to jail/be haunted by our choices our whole lives.#whatever#i know how to make it stop it is just taking time and effort. because its like 1. kind of addictive so i keep accidentaly/habitually reinfo#cing it and 2. the other option is to face that im hurt and i cant do shit about it realy other than ... LeArN from it or some shit#like learn what? i already went full schizoid over this.#maybe i dont need to learn shit lol maybe i already did it :)#so just the pain then. and overcoming the hate habit. and like just letting it go and forgetting abt it#but the thing is that he needs to die i think.#i want to kill kill kill kill him so bad.#i hope hes not reading this in case i ask to meet him again sometime. for business.#maybe thats why its still on my mind#because im unwilling to let go of the idea that we could help eachother if i wasnt so stupid hurt over some little thing (the nasty shit he#pulled that hurt me lol) like bro. bro. im not going to just get over it. like thts rly the thing. 3-5 yrs ago i would have totally just#elected to get over it and make up or smth like that.#and im v unwilling to do that now while lots of my brain architecture is still built for that interaction style.#so when im thinking kill kill kill kill im going to [redacted as fuck im not putting that shit online this is already bad enough] mby im#actually killing the mental structures that make me a target for abuse :)))))))))#all is good in the world i love myself and my life. and absolutely no one else. except my mom and my friends and that one other guy who als#might read my blog but i really doubt it bc he doesnt evenrly ask me how im doing or anything . its cool though. for now.
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Hi can u do a smau with max where reader is a doc for f1 and when max unfortunately has an accident she is one of the first responders(dont know what they are called!!!) And he just stares at her and its like love at first sight for him(he fell first and HARDER!!!!!) and everyone online could see it as well
Some teasing from other drivers as well
And proceed how u deem fit
Loved the sister in law one!!!!!!!
doctor lady | max verstappen
pairing: max verstappen x doctor!reader
summary: max never thought he would be happy getting a injury that puts him out of racing for three months, but when he has a doctor like you? he canât help but be a little happy.
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maxverstappen1: we are allllm good guys!!!!!!!!!!!!! we are aliveee wnd well babybyvy đ¤AND me and lanHOE (becuare he id a BOE) got a pretty doctory lady đĽ°đĽ°đĽ° sheâs sooooooooioiiooooo nice and prety AND she made us NOT feel pain so we love her đđđđđ
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user1: they got him on those GOOD painkillers
user2: weâve seen drunk max, but drugged max? a whole new level
landonorris: guy our lady doctor is soilioooooooooo prety đ
maxverstappen1: HEY NO đĄđĄ i alreadys called dibs!!!!!! sheâs MY prety doctor lady. she game ME her instagran and iâm takin HER on a date!
yourusername: if my supervisor is reading this, i gave him my instagram and agreed going on a date with him because he was being difficult, started crying, and wouldnât take his medication until i did.
maxverstappen1: HELLO MY BEAUTIFUL LOVE
user2: started crying??? max verstappen started crying???
user3: pain meds do that to you đ¤
user4: i need a video of that right now
user5: he is out of IT. i canât wait till he wakes up and realizes what heâs done
charles_leclerc: happy youâre okay mate!
maxverstappen1: oh charles i have missed you dearly đĽ°đĽ° so happy you got 1st!!!!!!!
charles_leclerc: thank you max â¤ď¸
maxverstappen1: i can wait for you to meet my future wife!!!!!!!! youâll love her! she saved me life â¤ď¸
charles_leclerc: someone please take his phone away
maxverstappen1: NOOOOO I JUST WANT TO TALK ABOUT MY FUTURE WIFR đĄ
user6: max, charles is just trying to save you from the embarrassment
user7: when he sobers up, he either wonât give a shit and continue OR heâll be so embarrassed and heâll never show his face again
yourusername: everyone, please donât pay mind to max, he is under very heavy drugs, and is not in a right state of mind. we have tried confiscating his phone, but he starts kicking and becomes difficult.
user8: i know this girl is scared for her job đ
user9: having max as a drugged out patient seems horrible
user10: literal nightmare material
maxverstappen1: MYYY LOVVER HELLO
user11: good lord #freeyn
danielricciardo: i would say, i hope you recover, but i have a feeling you donât want to recover?
maxverstappen1: I DONTTTT I NEVER EANT TO RECIVER BECAUSE THAT MEANS NOT SEEING MY BEAUTIFUL LADY DOCTOR SO NO!!! NO RECOVERY FOR ME
danielricciardo: screenshotting all of this for later đ¤Ł
landonorris: iâm hungry, maxie can you tell lady doctor iâm hungry?
yourusername: you can talk to me lando. iâll go get you something.
landonorris: NOOOO I CABR TALK TO THE LADY DOCTOR MAX SAID I CANT AND HE DAID IF I DID HESS GOING TO KILL ME AND I DONT WANT TO BE KILLED AHHHH
maxverstappen1: YOU FONT GET TO TALK TO MY PRETTY DOCTOR LADY IM GOING TO JILL YLY LANDO
user12: this is genuinely like the funniest shit ever đ
user13: canât believe in 10 years from now weâre going to look back at this and laugh
user14: 10 years?? bitch im LAUGHING RIGHT NOW
redbullracing; speedy recovery max! đ
maxverstappen1: NOOOO NO SPEEDY RECOVERY NO RECOVERY FOR MAX
user15: head injury so bad he lost his love for racing
user16: on a serious note, his injuryâs did seem pretty bad, especially his legâŚ
user17: honestly iâd be surprised if he returned to racing immediately
landonorris: maxie and me got separated :(((( đâšď¸đđ𼺠lady doctor is is MEAN
yourusername: you two were arguing and disturbing the other patients.
maxverstappen1: DONT CALL MY LADY DOTCIT MEAN!!!!
user18: went from being worried to laughing out loud because wtf is this??
user27; lando and max crashing was NOT on my 2024 bingo card
user28: f1 having a big crash was not on MY 2024 bingo card
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redbullracing: unfortunately, due to last weeks crash regarding lando norris and max verstappen. max has been forced to take a three month leave of absence from racing, as he has severely fractured his lower leg. he has immediately started physical therapy, letâs wish him a speedy recovery â¤ď¸â����
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maxverstappen1: what a shame đ truly saddened by this outcome đ
user19: what??
landonorris: take a wild guess as to whoâs going to be his doctor for three months?
user20: PRETTY LADY DOCTOR???
maxverstappen1: maybe đĽ°
user21: weâve entered the era where max does not gaf about racing as long as he gets to see yn
user22: does this mean heâs not winning the wdc?
user23: he still can, he just has to win basically every race after the 3 months, which isnât exactly impossible for him
charles_leclerc; so sad for max!
user24: your ass does not feel sad for max đ
user25: he has his eyes on the wdc!!!
user26: HE ACTUALLY HAS A CHANCE TO WIN BOW
maxverstappen1: @/yourusername, ready to take care of me for 3 months :D
yourusername: no
maxverstappen1: đ
user27: HAHAHA
danielricciardo: LOSER
landonorris: HAHAH GET REJECTED
charles_leclerc: EMBARRASSING
oscarpiastri: that hurt to read
maxverstappen1: SHUT UP WHO ASKED YOU
user28: tbh i wouldnât be excited to have max as a patient for 3 whole months with how he acted that night in the emergency room
user29: that man is secretly crazy and you canât convince me otherwise
user30: i love how max is clearly like head over heels for yn, but she canât date him because heâs her patient đ
user31: she canât?
user30: NO!!! thatâs unethical, she can date him after the 3 months but not during
user32: that not being common knowledge to some people is concerningâŚ
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maxverstappen1: day one of physical therapy a success â
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landonorris: so, how many times did she reject you today?
maxverstappen1: ZERO.
yourusername: 10**
landonorris: TENN??????
maxverstappen1: i just donât understand why she wonât say yes đ
yourusername: because itâs severely unethical and will get me fired
maxverstappen1: so what iâm hearing is that youâll go out with me when iâm no longer your patient?
user33: let the countdown begin
charles_leclerc: missed you at the race today!
maxverstappen1: no you didnât
charles_leclerc: no i didnât! MAX IT FEELS SO GOOD TOO WIN
maxverstappen1: yeah i KNOW.
yourusername: donât worry charles, he was watching you during his whole therapy session, and cheered so loudly when you won that we got complains from patients on the other side of the building!
charles_leclerc: I KNEW IT!!!
maxverstappen1: you said you wouldnât tell anyone yn đ
user34: itâs soâŚunsettling seeing max be so publicly affectionate
user35: RIGHT?? like why is he so open about this??
user36: he has no shameâŚ
yourusername: i told you to stop taking pictures of me while iâm working
maxverstappen1: but you just look sooooo pretty
danielricciardo: she doesnât want you bro
maxverstappen1: SHUT UP
user37: sheâs stronger then me, because if i had max verstappen down bad like that?
user38: no literally, i wouldâve made him mine the same day we met
user39: why is max posting regular pictures?? itâs weird
user40: heâs trying to impress yn
user39: well heâs going about it all wrong. because these photos just donât match?? cat, hospital, and then a crappy photo of a therapy room?? horrible horrible HORRIBLE
user41: damnâŚ
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maxverstappen1: 2 months downâŚ1 more to go!
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user42: HE IS COUNTING DOWN
user43: WE KNEW IT!!!
landonorris: i canât belive you tricked me into going to a photo shoot for you
maxverstappen1: that is not what happened.
landonorris: you told me we were going golfing, next thing i know iâm watching you get your picture taken like 92884 times đ
maxverstappen1: just say your jealous
landonorris: OF WHAT???
user44: heâs getting better at being aesthetic
user45: heâs learning!!
user46: are we all going to skip past the fact that max, a hater of everything, had a whole as photo shoot for his instagram?????
maxverstappen1: yn told me i should post more photos of myself for the instagram
user47: so you had a whole photo shoot????
maxverstappen1: yes
user48: oh heâs in love
danielricciardo: looking good max đ
maxverstappen1; thank you for the support daniel!
landonorris: was that a dig to me?
maxverstappen1: yes.
landonorris: I WAS EXPECTING GOLF
yourusername: looking good max
maxverstappen1: really??? you really think so??
yourusername: yes (with the upmost professionalism)
maxverstappen1: đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°đĽ°
user49: why did max just add âyn thinks i look good đĽ°â to his bio
user50: LMAOO I THOUGHT YOU WERE JOKING???
user49: no đ he very literally put âyn thinks i look good đĽ°â in his bio
user51: why does it look like max is in the doctor training room?
maxverstappen1: because i am!!
user51: THEY LET YOU IN THERE????
yourusername: my boss is a huge f1 fan. so he lets max do whatever he wants đ
user51: iâm sorry thatâs so funny đ
user52: does max just follow her around all day??
yourusername: pretty much, yeah
user53: you have no idea how much i want to be you
charles_leclerc: wow max looking good
maxverstappen1: thank you charles
charles_leclerc: arenât you going to put âcharles thinks i look goodâ in your bio?
maxverstappen1: i donât care about you enough for that
user54: DAMN THATS COLD
user55: those cats are so cute đĽş
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maxverstappen1: guys i did!!!! i got a date with the pretty doctor lady đĽ°đĽ°
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user56: when he falls first and harder >>
user57; this man is literally obsessed with yn itâs insane
landonorris: beat me too it
landonorris: THIS IS A JOKE PLEASE DONT KILL ME
maxverstappen1: nothing funny. i didnât laugh. you arenât funny.
landonorris: đ
user58: WE CHEERED!!!
user59: i still think it would be funny if she just said no even after the 3 months
yourusername; i thought about it, but heâs rich and pretty so đ¤ˇââď¸
maxverstappen1: pretty :D
user60: sheâs so pretty
maxverstappen1: like iâve been SAYING.
user61: iâve never seen a man so down bad before
user62: itâs unnerving
user63: a doctor, pretty, and funny?? max hit the jackpot
user64: they both hit the jackpot đ it pisses me off
user65: LMAO WHY??
user64: seeing people live the life i want makes me unexplainably mad
danielricciardo: youâre joking right? sheâs not actually dating you?
maxverstappen1: whatâs that supposed to mean
danielricciardo: it means sheâs too good for you @/yourusername are you being held hostage
yourusername; yes
danielricciardo: OH I KNEW IT. DONT WORRY HELP IS ON THE WAY
maxverstappen1: you guys are mean.
yourusername: this means i can never be your doctor again
maxverstappen1: what if once day, on my way home i crash, and its a big crash with smoke and fire, and i get taken to the hospital but i refuse to let anyone touch me that isnât you, would you still not help me?
yourusername: thereâs just something so undiagnosed about you
user65: HAHAHA
user66: max is just so unexplainable
charles_leclerc: are my eyes deceiving me or did she finally say yes ďżźďżź
maxverstappen1: SHE SAID YES
charles_leclerc: OH YEAH OH YEAH I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT BUDDY
maxverstappen1: OH YEAH OH YEAH
user67: my lestappen heart đ
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notes: enjoy this while i spend the rest of my night learning how to play the sims
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â ËË- prompt: wise likes you, and just about everyone on sixth street knows. â ËË- wise x gn!reader â ËË- wc: 1.3k â ËË- warnings: slightly ooc wise idk im still lvl 26 okay â ËË- a/n: thanks you stellaronhvnters for plaguing my mind w wise. anywho this my mini break from the series LMAO wise. i love you king.
Wise can hardly focus, and for once, it isnât because of you.
Not that he minds being distracted by you - quite the opposite. He could spend hours just watching you talk and getting lost in your eyes, occasionally nodding or agreeing with whatever you were talking about the day. He liked hearing your voice; it was soothing like a cool river, especially after a grueling day.
But this time, itâs him whoâs being stared at, and to his disappointment, the one burning holes into him isnât you (although he severely doubts he could handle it if it were to be you).
No, instead, General Chop stares at him from the corner of his eye as he prepares other customersâ orders, a hint of knowing in his usual smile. Wise can see the excitement in the chefâs eyes, and it doesnât take a genius to know why.
âWise?â
He seizes up, bumping his chopsticks. Heâs quick to fix himself as you shoot him a nervous, but questioning smile.
âSorry, you were saying?â he says smoothly (at least he hopes itâs smooth, he still doesnât know how to talk to pretty people), eager to move past his minor mishap.
âOh, itâs nothing,â you laugh. âI was just saying that you have a little something on your face.â
Wise feels his cheeks warm. âOh, really? Thanks for telling me.â
He moves to grab some napkins, but you beat him to it. Wise swears something in him malfunctions when he turns and suddenly youâre all too close to him, your hand reached out to clean up his face.
âWha- Wait, whatâre you-â he sputters, nearly falling off his stool as he lurches back.
âHey, stand still,â you scold, your slight annoyance only serving to speed up his heart rate because who in the world said it was okay for you to be this cute.
At this point, he wouldnât be surprised if steam was coming from his head, with how fuzzy his mind feels. He canât think, canât breathe, canât do anything but just sit there, dazed as you dab obliviously at the corner of his lip.
As you pull away, he lets out a breath he didnât know he was holding, mentally thanking whatever deities reigned above that he hadnât fainted on the spot. That wouldâve been embarrassing; Belle would never let him live it down.
His face feels cooler - hopefully it isnât so red anymore. By the time heâs able to think coherently again, youâve started chatting again. Wise nods along (he has no idea what youâre talking about), and goes to slurp up some of his noodles when he sees General Chop again.
The chef, obviously holding back a cackle, grins encouragingly at him and flashes him a thumbs up in support. Wise internally groans. Would it be a bad idea if he drowned himself in his noodles right now?
And this isnât the first time either - Wise is pretty sure the entirety of Sixth Street is aware of his⌠ugh, crush on you (saying it out loud both hurts him and makes him feel warm inside. Which is a terrible feeling. He wants to throw up).
Just last week, heâd seen you at the Coff CafĂŠ, and Tin Man, being both a gracious cafe owner and a huge romantic, had decided that that day was a good day to have a 50% off deal specifically for pairs if they bought two or more items.
Wise hadnât questioned it at first, since it was normal for shops to occasionally hold discounts like these to attract more customers. Even he was guilty of it, being a business co-owner himself.
But then you had to call him out in the line, excitedly waving him over as you were at the cashier ordering. Tin Man was behind you, a smile in his eyes that Wise wasnât sure he liked, but he begrudgingly made his way over.
He still remembers the way your eyes sparkled as you explained the discount to him. They reminded him of the stars heâd see at twilight, when he couldnât sleep and would climb to the roof just to watch New Eriduâs nightlife.
Naturally, he had accepted your offer of buying him a free drink (no one refuses free food), but he quickly learned to regret it when he saw the mischievous gleam in Tin Manâs artificial eyes.
He still gets flustered thinking of it now - the heart-shaped whipped cream and the whisper of âgood luckâ haunts him, especially when he thinks about how confused you were at the impromptu decoration.
The amount of times heâs caught his neighbors playing matchmaker, he canât count on both hands - and thatâs not including what Belle has tried. Itâd be funny if it wasnât also incredibly humiliating.
âMaster, if you were planning on drifting off, perhaps you shouldâve stayed home to take a nap.â
Wise sighs. âBe quiet, Fairy. Iâm in public.â
âWhat?â you blink. Wise blinks back before realizing heâd been a little too loud.
âSorry, I was talking to myself,â he chuckles awkwardly, hands fiddling with each other - itâs a nervous habit of his. You smile understandingly.
âNo, itâs okay,â you say, pushing your bowl towards General Chop to signify you were done with it. âYouâve been out of it today, Wise. Something on your mind?â
You, Wise wants to say, but he doesnât feel like embarrassing himself further. âI guess Iâm just tired. Long day today.â
âI can tell,â you laugh, the sound music to his ears. You hop off the stool after sliding your share of the payment to General Chop. âCome on, Iâll walk you home. You look like youâre about to fall asleep.â
Wiseâs heart does a little tap dance at your offer, but he manages to keep his cool. He hastily pays General Chop before eagerly joining you in your short walk to Random Play.
âBro!â Belle greets him enthusiastically as he opens the door. Her eyes light up when she sees you, and she raises her eyebrows suggestively at her brother. Wise shoots her a glare when you arenât looking. â[Name], too? How was your da- mmghhifjk-â
Wise smiles innocently as he slaps a hand over Belleâs mouth. You canât help but laugh at the two, and Wise admires the crinkle the corners of your eyes.
âIgnore her,â he says nonchalantly, wrinkling his nose as Belle licks his hand like the little rat she is. âDo you want to come in, orâŚ?â
âNo, I shouldnât.â You wave your hands bashfully. âItâs getting late, so I should be getting back home.â
Wise nods in understanding. Belle pries herself free and he wipes his spit-covered hand on her sleeve, ignoring her sputters and protests (she chose this path. She will reap its consequences).
âWell, I guess this is goodbye.â
You nod, shifting your feet. âI guess it is.â
Wiseâs brows furrow at your behavior - whatâs on your mind. But thankfully, he doesnât have to wait long before his inquiry is answered.
You take a step forward, and Wise feels your arms loop around him in a tight hug. Suddenly, his senses are elevated, and itâs almost as if everything is enhanced tenfold. He can feel your heartbeat against his chest, the soft sound of your breath, your hair tickling his face and the heat that radiates off of your body against him.
âI really enjoyed today,â you say, stepping back with a smile that could rival an angelâs. âThanks for hanging out with me.â
Wise tries to formulate a response, but all that comes out is a squeak like a dying balloon. God, if his face was red before, it must be flaming now. You giggle at his response, before you wave both him and Belle goodbye and leave for your home.
It takes a good five minutes before he can speak again.
âHey sis?â
Belle sounds as shocked as him. âYeah?â
âI think Iâm going to faint.â
He hears his sister sigh.
âWise, youâre helpless, you know that?â she shakes her head exasperatingly. âAnd just when you finally made progress too.â
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imagine cregan and y/n breaking the bed one night just because of his sheer strength and muscle whilst pounding her, ik the conversation with the winterfell wood crafter would be awks as hell afterwards whilst asking for it to be repaired đđ
IM HAVING A PROPHETIC VISION, ANON.
At this point, Cregan and his boo thang are just going to have to become familiar with the man. There is no other option, because your choices are either to have this embarrassing conversation a multitude of times with multiple woodcrafters or just one. Because if y'all think this is a one-time thing, you are terribly mistaken.
Cregan is a very passionate person in bed, regardless if he's on top or not. He wants to make sure the two of you are satiatedâthat does mean the bed will snap like a twig under a boot i dont make the rules i just work here. Personally, I find the actual deliverance of the bedframe to be the most mortifying. Firstly, that big ass broken bed has to be dismantled and removed, if it's not fixable, which takes manpower, and then the new one brought into the Great Keep and put together. Otherwise, the woodcrafter is going to have to make a house call and show up with his tools and planks, walking toward your marital chambers which is embarrassing too :)
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That familiar groan under his weight should've been the first warning sign, but Cregan was too distracted to notice. He was lapping at her pretty cunt, tongue delving as deep as he could go and as thorough as he could be without the motions being too unsteady. Alright maybe he did notice initially, but the thought was very quickly shoved to the back of his mindâespecially when his pretty wife was trying to rock herself onto his nose, letting out the most quiet of whimpers muffled by their sheets. His ears were focused on her and her only.
With her pearl rubbing against his bridge and his cock feeling so strained in his trousers, no one could really blame him for forgetting about the delicate state of the bed in an instant. Last time theyâd gotten particularly frantic in their lovemaking, there had been a low snap somewhere beneath the mattress, a taunt that he was probably too hefty to be moving so much. But winter was coming, a manâs gotta eatâŚin more ways than one.
By the time heâd recalled they should begin to take it easy on the bed, he was already balls deep behind her, hands gripping the flesh of her ass like a lifeline. He was suffocating in the best way, cock nestled inside, fogging his brain with nothing but instinct. And then she started begging. By then, well, he decided they needed a new bed anywayâsix moons wasnât too bad. Lasted longer than the previous replacement. Three harsh, unrelenting spanks bloom red on her backside as she squeezes around him, sending his blood pumping to the beat of an imaginary war drum. It would be a miracle from the Gods if she wasnât pregnant by mid-summer. Cregan just couldnât help himself.
Rutting against her like a man starved, the right side of the bed almost completely collapses, caving in and nearly throwing him off balance. His wife gasped, pleasure momentarily halted as she looked back at him. âAgain? Seriously? I told you to write to him last time, did you?â The answer was no, no he did not. âIt might haveâŚslippedâŚmy mind.â He murmured, trying to ignore the throbbing in his full balls. They had a silent conversation of glares and a sheepish grin. Then she concedes. â...We might as well finish then. I doubt it can get any worse.â
It could, actually. And it did. He came hard some twenty minutes later, pounding their hips together with a steady desperation. The dip of the broken side was a little annoying, but manageable. Without the support, the right beams of the canopy end up falling right down. No one was harmed, of course. It was only drapes. Cregan found it almost comical but his wife did not. It was going to be a long letter.
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Hits Different (...'cause it's you) (2)
 I trace the evidence, make it make some sense Why the wound is still bleedin' ��
PAIRING: kim mingyu x reader
SYNOPSIS: Kim Mingyu was the first friend your brother had brought home for dinner. Fast forward a couple years, his toothy smile and pierced ears would wedge their way into a permanent place in your heart. Nail to a coffin, never to escape.
or;
in which you get rejected by the only boy you've ever loved; a rejection you can't quite shake off.
GENRES: based off of 'Hits Different' by Taylor Swift, brother's best friend!au, brother!seokmin, fluff, angst, smut (in part 2) [MINORS DNI], friends(?) to lovers, university!au.
PLAYLIST: right here!
WORD COUNT (full fic): 40k (im actually embarrassed)
Part 1: 20.2k | Part 2: 20k
masterlist
WARNINGS : slowburn, angst, fluff, mingyus a bit of an airhead and an ass, reader has a hard time managing her feelings, lots of frustrated tears, one sided pining, user toruro x minghao make an appearance, swearing, there's another woman (gasp,,,,,but shes cool so), Nayeon is a darling, Seungcheol is kinda annoying here but we love him, smut, making out, breast play, fingering (f. receiving), p in v sex (protected + unprotected), oral (f. receiving) uhhhh i think that's it lmk tho
[A/N]: Part 2 !! shit goes down in this one so be prepared ig lmao. thank you for the love on part 1, i hope you enjoy the finale too hehe
For the third time this week, you wish you could squeeze your brotherâs brains with your own two hands and watch it explode like a grape without legal repercussions. Or parental ones.Â
You slam your phone down on the counter after you end your conversation with him, frustrated as you watch the empty shelf where you left your dinner for today in the fridge last night, and the other green box that was actually your brothers. Refusing to eat the dry PB&J he usually packs for himself, you slam the fridge door shut, trudging out the door to leave for work, thoroughly annoyed at the prospect of needing to eat out.Â
Itâs gone forgotten for most of the day, that is until the clock hits eight and you feel your stomach grumble, immediately putting you in a sour mood as you remember you couldnât enjoy your pasta because your brother was enjoying your pasta. You only had another hour left, supposing you could wait till you get home to make dinner yourself, not feeling the burger joint across the street in the slightest. Eating a moonpie to satiate yourself for the time being, you go back to stocking the shelves for the new LP shipment, making a vague mental note to ask Mingyu if Jia liked the gift he picked out a couple weeks ago.Â
Your opportunity arises almost automatically as you walk over to greet whoever came in, abandoning the opened box of bubble wrapped LPs as you hear the bell chime softly at the front of the store. Â
Mingyu was here (again), hands occupied with a bag, looking relieved to find you emerging from the shelves.Â
âOh, youâre here. I was afraid you left already,â he says, smiling slightly.Â
âWouldâve been closed if I did.â You nudge your head towards the clearly unlocked door, donning the neon open sign.Â
He looks a little dumb, turning to look at the door. âOh. Right.â
You canât help but smile a little. âCaught me at a good time though, I was just about to start wrapping up here.âÂ
He suddenly looks like heâs reminded of what heâs come here for, placing the bag on the desk next to him. âSeok told me to drop this off for you, he said itâs food.âÂ
Snorting, you take a look at the inside to find takeout from your favourite pasta place, which also happens to be your most expensive favourite pasta place. Seokmin felt bad enough to spend extra dollars on your dinner tonight, you guessed you could forgive him.Â
You sigh as you speak. âAnd you strike as his errand boy yet again, sorry heâs been making you do all this.âÂ
âDid he piss you off?â Mingyu asks.
âHm? Heâs been pissing me off all week, this is him trying to get on my good side before I spit in his coffee.âÂ
He laughs at that, a toothy smile that has your stomach lurching. The flashback was brief but vivid all the same, his grin triggering a long forgotten memory. You could almost see the black studs in his ears again, his bangs falling in chunks on his forehead, his face turning into the boyish sixteen year old recollection on your kitchen counter, drinking cans of Monster and helping you lie to your mom.Â
âExplains why he was ready to drop that much on a bowl of pasta.âÂ
âHey, itâs good.âÂ
âI donât doubt it.â He grins, âIâm gonna leave your pasta in your loving embrace, I have to feed my car now. Been putting it off till payday.â
âOh, right. Thanks for dropping this off though, appreciate it.â You offer him a tight lipped smile. One that he returns, canines almost glinting in the light (but thatâs just you).Â
âNo worries, Iâll see ya around.â You donât remember what you were meant to ask him until heâs long jingled the glass door shut, walking to his parked car. You supposed it could wait, Jia wouldâve liked anything he got her. You could ask him later, not wanting to have him turn around to answer the obvious question.Â
The opportunity does not arise as easily as it did this time, a couple weeks passing in relative uneventful indifference, slow days at the store and nights in seven days a week. You were starting to wish youâd taken summer classes while you were stuck here anyway, the mundane days pushing you to believe youâd rather be busy than inexplicably bored. Itâs not until your brother has a near mental breakdown from only having a sister as his main recreational contact that thereâs a change.Â
Mingyu sits on your couches in the dark, useless blanket thrown over his torso as both of his sock clad feet hang out in the air. To be fair, nobodyâs looking at anybody as the eyes remain on yet another unnecessary explosion on the screen. You vaguely wonder how the ship hasnât sunk yet.Â
âWhat the fuck do you mean heâs been alive this whole time?â Seokmin utters, voice thick with the entire stick of butter he stuck into his bowl of popcorn.Â
âWho funded this?â Mingyu mumbles from the other end, a deep frown etched on his face.Â
âThe people who funded the other three monstrosities.â You roll your eyes, inching your way into a sitting position, the ache making its way into the crick of your neck.Â
âThereâs more?!â The prospect had Mingyu hurtling into a sitting position, but not without his own set of winces as he feels the bones cracking and muscles aching. His hair is a mess, his hoodie nearly backwards, and you canât help but laugh at the mildly confused and bewildered expression he has on.Â
âYeah, you wanna watch those too?â you ask through giggles.
Glancing at the final pub scene thatâs playing on the TV, he's quick to mumble, âFuck, no.âÂ
âI havenât watched a real shitty movie in a while.â Seokmin groans as itâs his turn to stretch. âThis was fun. Hollywoodâs back.âÂ
Both you and Mingyu pointedly ignore his statement, your own mind debating whether you wanted to watch another movie. Itâs not until you look up to see Mingyu doing something on his phone that you remember what you wanted to ask him.Â
âHey, Mingyu, did â Seokmin!â Your brotherâs decided to begin his aerial stretches, touching his toes and cracking his back. You shift your head wildly to get a gap through his restless movements, eventually giving up finding Mingyu. He could hear you. âDid you â ugh â did you get to give Jia her present?âÂ
You arenât sure what it is, but the way the question has Seok landing on his heels mid tip toe stretch and how Mingyuâs eyebrows shoot up, you donât doubt youâve touched on something sensitive. Thereâs a part of you that wonders if itâs too late to take it back when both boys make eye contact with each other, but your brother beats you to it.Â
âI, uhâŚforgot to tell her,â he lowtones.Â
You look to your brother and then to Mingyu.Â
âWe broke up.â
Oh.
âOh.â
âYeah.â Mingyu smiles a little awkwardly, and Seok makes a strangled sound that may have been a laugh of his own. Or a cough, you arenât too sure. âButâŚshe did like the present, when I gave it to her anyway.â
âOh, thatâsâŚthatâs good,â you manage, not knowing what to say. âSorry that happened thoughâŚsucks.âÂ
âShe ended itââ that has your own brows shooting up in disbelief. Kim Mingyu got dumped? ââover the phone, she decided she wanted to stay home for a while to figure out what she wanted to do. Uni wasnât cutting it for her hereâŚâÂ
âI mean, good for her, I guess. Hope youâre doing okay, though.â
He blows air out of his cheeks, scratching his neck. âI mean, weâre fine. Ended it on good terms.âÂ
Seokminâs still standing awkwardly staring at the still running ending credits for something to do. âShould we get food?âÂ
âI donât know, are you hungry?â Mingyu asks.
âHow is the heartburn not getting to you yet? You basically emptied the countryâs dairy reserves in a single popcorn serving,â you grumble.Â
âDonât underestimate my ingestional abilities,â he retorts.
Mingyu stares for a moment. âArenât you lactose intoletrant or something?â
Seokmin turns to him, mouth open as he points his finger, âYou know, I might be.âÂ
âNo you arenât, if you were lactose intolerant then Iâd be lactose intolerant,â you shoot.Â
âExplain the empty can of air freshener in the bathroom after queso and chips?âÂ
âHave you considered during queso and chips that queso is a dip and not an optional beverage?âÂ
Mingyuâs cutting between you two before you can go on with your bickering, afraid heâd have to physically peel you off of each other if it goes on, âLetâs just go to a drive thru, you can get your lactose orâŚnon lactose options however you like.âÂ
Thatâs how youâre shoved into the backseat of Mingyuâs car, Seokmin fiddling with the GPS to find the nearest McDonalds.Â
âHow do you not know where the nearest McDonaldâs is, you live here,â Mingyu hisses as he takes his fourth right turn in a row.
âWe always just order in, who sits in a car and goes to McDonalds.â
âUs apparently,â you lowtone to Mingyu from the back, picking at a crusty flower that you found in between the seats. They ignore you.Â
âOkay, I think itâs this one. Dude, get a new GPS, this one responds after fifty years, of course itâs gonna take this long.âÂ
Their own bickering is starting to zone out into a buzz in your ears as you stare at a patch of leather behind Mingyuâs seat. You vaguely considered that youâre falling asleep.Â
The streetlight has other plans, however, when you sense something glinting in the sudden light underneath the seat. Your interest is piqued, moving forward to see what it was. Mingyu senses you shifting and asks you what youâre doing.Â
You donât answer him as you shuffle around to catch sight of it again. And then you see it, a tiny necklace on the slightly dirty mat, a circle charm with a single âJâ in the center. You arenât sure why you froze at the sight, the gold glinting prettily even in the dark. Leaving it there, you emerge from under the seat, trying to seem nonchalant.Â
âNothing. Thought I saw something.â
Mingyuâs common occurrence in the bookstore is starting to concern you, never catching him as the type to read something other than the occasional bad riddles on the back of a cereal box. You stand corrected however, as you find yourself trying to find a hardcover for him on the computer system, mumbling incoherently.
âNever knew you read.âÂ
âWell, now you do. This oneâs really good though, you should read it too.â He notes, motioning towards the paperback version he brought with him for the book heâs finding.Â
You snort at his suggestion. âHave you realised this is one of the most popular books in its genre right now? Hard to find someone who hasnât read it.â
He frowns at the revelation, âOh. None of my friends read it.â
Seokmin hasnât opened a book for recreational purposes since he was twelve. As for his other friendsâŚthey didnât exactly seem like the smart type either. You get up to move to the shelf the computerâs indicated, trying to walk off your annoyance at a particular memory before it begins to show. Mingyu follows you in your pursuit to find his book, skimming the shelves himself as he strolled behind you.Â
âOh, right, howâs that exhibition thing going? Forgot to ask about it,â you ask as you spot the box of the hardcovers at the top of the shelf. You grab the ladder that rests near the wall as he answers.
âItâs going pretty good, nearly done. I just need to send the final pieces over â whatâre you doing?âÂ
You grunt as you begin to climb up the metal ladder, trying to get to the box. âGetting your book, genius.â
âWaitââ He moves to grab the ladder at the base as he watches you step higher. âGet down! Iâll go up instead.âÂ
âYou get cold feet at the bottom of an escalator, be serious, Mingyu,â you grunt as you pull the box towards yourself, the ladder shaking with the force it takes, and it has Mingyu gripping the metal tighter. You pull the familiar cover out before closing the box back up. âThere.â
âWhy would you keep supposed bestsellers there, isnât this like, in demand?â He grumbles as he continues to hold the ladder as you climb back down.Â
âRan out. Need to restock them at the front, but Iâll do that tomorrow.â You huff as you jump the last step, earning a loud yelp from Mingyu.Â
âChill out,â you chuckle as he puts the ladder away. âOkay, do you want me to look at anything else for you?â
âWhat would you recommend for my next imaginary adventure?â he asks as he picks out a random book from the shelf, trying to find the blurb.Â
âNot that one.â You scrunch your nose at the sight.
âThis one I know is popular. Whatâs wrong with it?â He chuckles as he puts it back.
âDonât believe everything you see on the internet,â you call out as you walk back to the front.
âAnd believe you instead?âÂ
Oh, you wish.
Picking up your current read from the front of the store, you wait for him to reach the end of the opening where you stand to hand it to him.Â
âYou can decide that for yourself. Havenât finished it yet, but it looks super promising. Try it out if you want.âÂ
He barely looks over the glistening title before handing it back to you, and you nearly assume he didnât want it.Â
âRing both of them up,â he says, and then with a pause he continues, âAnd anything else you think is good too, I donât really care.âÂ
Deciding youâd test the waters with this first recommendation, you only cash him in for two. He doesnât question it as you do your job behind the desk, making casual conversation as he waits for you to find the right barcode.Â
âHow far are you with that one?âÂ
âThe one I gave you? Just touched chapter 20, I think.âÂ
He only hums in response as he pays, grabbing the bag that you push towards him.Â
âLet me know how you like it,â you comment before he begins to turn to leave.Â
ââCourse.â He grins, and you can't help but grin right back. He leaves you in the store with a slight heat coming up to your cheeks, and a wad of gum in your mouth to keep your stomach in check.Â
By the time the next day rolls around, itâs been nearly 24 hours before you hear from him again, his contact seemingly only ever gracing you within the walls of the bookstore â except he isnât physically here. Mingyu texts you, and you nearly fall out of your chair at the sight of his name on your phone.Â
Itâs near embarrassing how quickly you pick up your phone, passcode going wrong once, twice, thriceâŚyou decide itâs the top five worst times your phoneâs refused face ID. Youâre slamming your fingers onto the screen harder than you should, watching the warp in the pixels at the pressure. By the time it does open its secrets for you, the annoyance has settled. Not at him though.Â
[Mingyu]: hey [Mingyu]: i got to chap 20 [You]: what [You]: how [Mingyu]: started reading when i got home [Mingyu]: and then i got to 20 [Mingyu]: i think i pulled an all nighter [You]: you think? [You]: was it that good [Mingyu]: couldnt put it down [Mingyu]: i wanna talk about it but my eyes are closing [You]: you know where to find me when you wake up
The typing ellipses donât pop up after that, and you assume for the better that heâs succumbed to his afternoon drowsiness. If he was serious about that all nighter (which you donât doubt, no way he couldâve plowed through twenty chapters and gotten any sleep), you assume heâll be knocked out for at least the rest of the afternoon.Â
Smiling to yourself at the thought of him wanting to text you about your matching achievements (and actively pushing your mind away from the blessed image of a napping Mingyu), you find yourself scrolling up the conversation, trying to remember the last time Mingyu had texted. That was easy to find out as the short scroll past the sparing details from your photography adventures landed you straight into late last year, a sparse conversation regarding your brotherâs whereabouts when he wouldnât answer his phone.Â
You remembered the conversation. As mundane and ordinary as it was, it was difficult to forget the way your hands were shaking as you typed your one word replies, how your breathing was coming out uneven at a mere text back. You could argue there was less of that this time round, proud of yourself for learning to control your emotions better.Â
Thereâs a train of thought that leads you to every recent interaction youâve had with him. The conversations where you could look him in the eye, your relative indifference when he would show up unannounced, the disappearance of the wad of emotions in your stomach at the mere mention of his name.Â
The latter may be slightly untrue, but you can't help but note how the ounces of fear within the concoction is gone. You were never quite sure what it was that you were so afraid of, perhaps the fateful night at Seungcheolâs party had answered that question for you, but still.Â
âSeokâs not the type to beat me up if I dated his sister. And besidesâŚâ He sighs, halting his words.
âBesides what?â Somebody chimes in.
âIâm not interested in going after someone whoâs chased my tail for the past fifteen years.â
Despite telling yourself it was the alcohol talking, maybe even a couple puffs of whatever â the mild disappointment remains. Thinking about the weeks following that, the moping and the hurt, you almost donât blame Mika for acting the way that she did.Â
Your brother had always been oblivious to all the frolicking in your heart that would ignite as Mingyu would enter the room, and for over a decade at that. And yet, it was during those weeks that he had noticed you acting like you had been dumped, asking you what on earth was wrong with you.Â
âDid somebody say something to you?â he asks.
âHuh?â you frown, annoyed at the way he's planted himself directly in front of the cabinet that held your beloved moonpies.Â
âYouâre acting like youâve been rejected by the love of your life. Nayeonâs not telling me anything and youâre being avoidant, what is up with you?â He huffs, hands on his hips.Â
Oh, if only he knew how right he was. But you werenât upset because the love of your life rejected you (anymore, at least), you were upset because he was a public asshole.Â
It takes more coaxing from him to get you to start talking. Itâs easier when he brings out the big guns: âDâyou want me to tell mom?â
You tell him a little, not naming any names, much to his dismay. âSome guy was an ass, something about me being too easy or whatever.âÂ
âYouâre upset because some drunk dude decided to run his mouth?â He scrunches his nose at the thought. âIgnore him, heâs stupid.â
âThanks for the help, Iâm cured,â you deadpan, pushing him aside to get to the gold inside the cabinets.Â
âI could get Mingyu to help me beat him up, I just need a name.â
Oh. You briefly wonder how he'd feel if he had to beat up his best friend.
More than his attempts to sound like a cool older brother, the image of Mingyu beating himself up brings you more amusement than anything else. You crack a smile at the thought.Â
That was months ago, yet you canât seem to forget the hurt. Trying to shake off where your thoughts were taking you, you get up to take a walk around the store for something to do, fixing microscopic displacements on the shelves and wondering if you should restock something, only to realize youâd already done that when you came in, not wanting to whip out the ladder again to restock the ones you'd just landed from. Â
Landing inevitably back behind the counter, you instinctively reach for the book wedged beside the computer. Your outstretched hand stops midway, thinking about how Mingyuâs reached as far as you in the story quite literally overnight. Retracting your hand, you decide youâd wait.Â
The bell chimes signaling a customer, and you find yourself grateful for the distraction.
Itâs nearing 8:30 when you decide you should close early. It was slower than usual today, the few walk-ins leaving without purchases too hefty, rendering you bored in your seat for most of the day. Youâre locking the drawers of the main desk when Mingyu walks in with the familiar tune of the bell chiming, soft smile as he greets you quietly.Â
âHow was your nap?â you ask, trying not to giggle at his still dazed expression.Â
âPretty good, didnât wanna wake up though.â His voice remains relatively coarse, and you donât miss the light indent on his left cheek. Itâs endearing, enough to have you wishing you could cup his face in a loving squish.Â
But you donât.Â
âYou donât say,â you comment. Pointing at your own cheek as you continue, âYou sure you donât wanna take the night off too?âÂ
âFuck,â he whispers as he looks down to fumble for his phone to see for himself in his front camera. The puffiness hasnât gone away entirely, evident when heâs frowning and looking downwards, and the urge to squeeze comes hurtling back.Â
âDid you drive like this?âÂ
âUh, no, I walked.â
âWalked?â You try to comprehend if that was even more dangerous. He only nods. âWhy?â
âWanted to see you.â
It takes effort to not clutch your chest at the way your heart leaps. Kim Mingyu, you bastard.Â
âHad to talk about the book.â
Your voice comes out a little more breathless than youâd like, but you hope his drowsiness skips over it. âYou couldâve texted.â
He pauses as he mulls it over. âI mean, yeahâŚI donât know. I just put my shoes on and came here.â
You decide youâd spare him the brain power and continue your remaining closing duties, talking to him as you move around the store.Â
âWe can take my car to my place, better than getting distracted here.â
He only nods in response. âDo you want any help?âÂ
âNope, just need to turn off the lights and lock the doors. Let me grab my bag.âÂ
By the time youâre home, an XL pizza and drinks in your arms to satiate Mingyuâs post nap ravenous tendencies, you drop down on the couch with a huff. Seokmin hears the ruckus and appears from his room, not wasting time to break on the pizza with Mingyu as you leave to freshen up. By the time you settle with your own slice it seems as though Mingyu has roused himself significantly more than before.Â
âOkay,â you huff as you land on the soft cushioning, âWhat did you think about the book?â
âHard to believe this is her first book, itâs really good.âÂ
âHer world building is amazing, some of the best Iâve read.â
Your back and forth discussion grows increasingly passionate, forgetting the fact that your brother was also right there excluded from the conversation. His head shifts back and forth as the both of you converse, utterly lost. It wouldâve been funny, except neither if you were actually looking at him.Â
He manages to get a word in as one of you pauses for breath. âSince when do you read?âÂ
Mingyu gapes at the question, seemingly trying to find an answer. âRecently.â
âWhy?âÂ
âWhat do you mean why? I just wanted to start reading,â he scoffs in a manner that could be described as exaggerated. If heâs trying to throw Seokmin off his scent, heâs succeeded, as he watches Seokmin get up and announce that he has work to do. That leaves the both of you alone.Â
The conversation takes you into the late hours of the night, Mingyuâs prior nap releasing him from the chains of reasonable sleeping hours as he remains wide awake despite the 3 AM time on the dial. You manage to keep up with him, even when he follows you to the kitchen to brew a coffee.Â
âDo you usually work this hard just to make coffee?â he asks as he watches you discard the used espresso puck.Â
âWe have a bottle of the instant stuff here somewhere for when Iâm lazy,â you explain as you pour the fresh shots into the prepped ice and milk. âDoesnât taste the same though.âÂ
âCoffee is coffee,â he says as he stirs the drink you push towards him.Â
âQuite the contrary. Besides, the instant stuff fucks with my stomach, Iâd rather not.â You take a sip of your coffee, glancing at the sink. âWill say, hate everything I have to wash afterwards.â
âIâll do âem later, gotta pay you back for all the manual labour that went into this thing,â he refers to the latte heâs sipping on currently.Â
âThe appreciation is enough. We can make Seok do them in the morning for being a loser and going to bed early,â you snort. Mingyu laughs at that, the image of Seokmin doing dishes while the both of you sleep in.Â
âYou sure you donât wanna call it a night?â he asks you as you place yourself on the kitchen counter.Â
âIâm having fun, Mingyu, seriously. Iâm off tomorrow too, I donât have to wake up,â you reassure for the nth time.Â
He doesnât reply, only stares up at you from his leaned position. Heâs chewing on his lip, and you find yourself unconsciously chewing at your own, the already raw skin stinging at the abrasion. Mingyuâs hands come up to your face slowly, like he knew it was hurting as he pulls your bottom lip to release it with his thumb.Â
âYouâre gonna bleed,â he whispers. His hand that grasps your chin doesnât move, rough thumb continuing to graze at your lip lightly.Â
âYou never stopped picking at your lips, did you?â he wonders out loud, eyes trained on your mouth.Â
Your own hand comes to lightly grip at his forearm. He remembers your habit, picking at the skin of your lips since near middle school, getting yelled at when you had to excuse yourself from the dinner table when they would bleed.Â
âOld habits die hard.â Your voice is thick despite the gulp you had to take before opening your mouth.Â
It was true, probably too much as you continue to look at his near perfect face. The oldest habit, the hardest to die.Â
Mingyu drops his hand, landing it in your lap, your own hand still gripping his forearm. You arenât sure whatâs going through you as you trail your hand up further, to his wrists, to the dip of his palm, landing on his fingers. You grip his hand, tight this time.Â
âIâm gonna jump,â you whisper, and you feel his grip tighten around yours as he braces to support you off the counter.Â
You face him in silence, contemplating, âItâs hot in here, letâs go back out.â
He watches as you pick your cup off the counter and leave, not waiting for him to follow you. He finds himself trying to take deeper breaths, stalling, but not for long as he joins you back on the couch.
It probably came as a shock to both of you the first time Mingyu announced his leave much earlier in the night, when you stopped him, asking him to stay. It was silent for a few sparing moments as you both absorbed what had come out of your mouth, trying to make sense of it. You found yourself needing to coax him a little more to convince him he wasnât overstaying his visit, that you were having fun. He sits back down, warning you that this was going to be a long night.Â
You donât think you could ever forget the absolute somersault your stomach performed, the after effects leaving you still as a plank.Â
It was a long night indeed. And yet, when you found your eyes closing after a fight, much later on the couch with a large blanket shared between the both of you, Mingyu watches you doze off while leaning on the couch facing him, wishing the night was longer.Â
If you were awake, you probably wouldâve found yourself agreeing.
Thereâs a lot Mingyu has to learn about himself. Heâs reminded of the fact nearly everyday. Especially right now as Seokmin runs his mouth sitting with him at a secluded booth in some bar.Â
They had company, a couple guys joining them for dinner before leaving not too long after. That left him and a slightly tipsy Seokmin alone, whoâs currently munching on a platter of crackers in front of him. He was bright enough, the energy from the others keeping him going as they played their drinking games and ate their obnoxious amounts of food. It was alot more somber with only the both of them left, his mood deflating as their friends slowly dwindled in number. That wasnât about to stop him from ordering another beer though.Â
âSummerâs so boring,â he grumbles in dejection, flicking a stray crumb off the table.Â
âYou chose to stay here,â Mingyu replies.Â
Seokmin doesnât answer him, but continues to look like a kicked puppy, a slight pout forming on his face.Â
Mingyu fights the urge to scoff, âYou canât possibly be this upset about summer being depressing.âÂ
âItâs not about that.âÂ
Mingyu takes a swig of his own drink before sighing loudly, âWhatâs this about then?â
Seokmin says your name, and Mingyu is suddenly very interested. âShe just seems to be doing a lot better since she started working at the bookstore.â
âBetter?â
 âShe told me about this guy a couple months ago.â
Mingyuâs trying really hard to not look visibly deflated, not that Seokmin would notice considering his state, but he attempts to sound nonchalant regardless. âDo we know him?â
âI â no, thatâs not,â he huffs in exasperation, âShe said she overheard him, basically calling her easy.â
âEasy?â
âI donât know, something about her chasing his tail or whatever, she wonât tell me who it is. She hadnât been doing too great recently and Iâm pretty sure it was because of him.âÂ
It is dawning on Mingyu, embarrassingly slowly, that the guy Seokmin is talking about â may be him.Â
His voice is hoarse, a little frantic. âAnd sheâs doing better, you said?â
âOh yeah, the bookstoreâs been amazing for her. Not sure how though, âcause she just sits there doing nothing for hours.â
He canât bring himself to meet Seokminâs eyes, remnants of his memories flurrying around in his brain in an attempt to figure out what other bullshit he had spewed that day. He was sure you werenât there, you couldnât be.
âMaybe doing nothing was what she needed.â Mingyuâs reply is whatever came to him off the top of his head, mind still racing.Â
âHm, I guess. I was trying to get her to tell me, we couldâve chopped his dick off together,â Seokmin grumbles.
Mingyu winces slightly, eyes tight shut as he pinches the bridge of his nose. Thereâs a protective hand that subconsciously reaches his crotch area. âYeah, yeah totally.âÂ
âFucker got let off easy, he should be happy sheâs doing good.â Seokmin continues to ramble, voice getting increasingly louder.Â
âYeahâŚâ
âSheâs not easy. My sister isnât easy at all! Running after his tail, my ass! She doesnât need some motherfucker with bad hair to be running his mouth, drunk as a bitch.â He stabs a single chopstick into the spare piece of meat on his plate, and the force has Mingyu flinching slightly.Â
âHow do you know he has bad hair?â Mingyu continues to stare at the impaled piece of beef that Seokmin brings to his mouth.Â
âI donât need to know a motherfucker to know he uses shitty hair gel.âÂ
Mingyu may try to run his hair gel past Seokmin at some point. But right now, heâs only trying to make it out of the bar with his sex organs intact.
âHey, weâre past this, remember? Sheâs doing great right now and thatâs all that matters.â Mingyu sounds overly flustered, but he canât bring himself to care as he attempts to reign in an angry Seokmin. They were garnering looks, and the last thing he wanted was to get kicked out before they had paid.Â
Seokmin is still huffing and puffing, but significantly less so as he finds reason in Mingyuâs words. âIâm gonna find out who he is.â
âYou hate living in peace.â
âMy sisterâs hasnât had any peace because of this dickwad, IâmââÂ
âOKAY! Okay, got it. Weâll figure that out when youâre sober.â Mingyu rises from his own seat as he finds Seokmin lifting his own butt off his chair in a near war cry.Â
He manages to fend him off, waving for the bill before he has to pull him back from aimlessly marching to whoeverâs house he had in mind. He calms down as they wait for the check, finishing the remaining scraps on the table in silence.Â
Seokmin seems nearly back to his regular self after a few minutes, forehead creases smoothing over during his cool down time. He speaks, except this time itâs in a more socially acceptable manner.
âHey, Iâve been noticing, you and her have been getting pretty close lately. I donât know, itâs just, I woke up and saw both on the couch and ââÂ
âHereâs your bill!â The waiter cuts him mid sentence, placing the check on the table.Â
Mingyu knew what Seokmin was getting to, and he was thanking every star in the galaxy for bringing the waiter into their lives at that exact moment. Heâs quick to fuss over the glossy piece of paper, humming and making comments at their purchases to fill in any silent opportunities to let Seokmin continue. Mingyuâs slips his card in the wallet.
âItâs on me,â he announces as he flashes a quick smile to the waiter. âYou can cut a ten for yourself.âÂ
âWait, what â letâs split, whatâs wrong with you?â Seokmin jolts up as registers whatâs happening a little too late.Â
âItâs fine, you can pay for the next one.â He says as he shifts around the table to look for his phone. âYou should probably go to bed too, itâs getting pretty late. Sleep off the beer and whatnot.âÂ
Seokmin is left speechless as Mingyu gets up, grabbing his stuff.Â
âWait, your cardââ Seokmin starts.Â
âIs here,â Mingyu spews a quick âthanksâ to the waiter, waving his card in front of Seokmin so heâd finally stand the fuck up.
âDo I need to drag you out of that chair, letâs go!â he says, grabbing Seok by the arm to lift him off his seat. It was nearly funny how he couldnât get him to stay within the vicinity mere minutes ago and now is begging for him to get up.Â
By the time Mingyuâs jamming Seokâs key into your apartment, heâs tired of his endless rambling. He can only appreciate his drunk brain for not bringing up the last question he tried asking him. Heâs opening the door, urging Seokmin to walk inside, slapping him awake from his nap against the wall.
Mingyu deems it best to physically put him in bed for the furnituresâ sake, pushing him in front to lead him to his room. Mingyuâs spent by the time heâs done and Seokmin is snoring, his back cracking from the hunched position heâs kept from tucking him in and taking his shoes and jacket off.Â
He tiptoes out (despite knowing itâd take a marching band to wake him up at that point), closing the door as quietly as possible.Â
âWhatâre you doing here?âÂ
Mingyu nearly jumps out of his skin, landing a mile as he hears your voice in the dark hallway, hand coming up to his heart. âJeezâ announce yourself, would you?âÂ
âIn my own house?â you raise an eyebrow.Â
âJustââ he waves you off as he comes round, standing straight. âI was putting Seok to bed.â
You inhale sharply. âDid you drink?â
âMe? No, but heâs knocked out right now, heâs probably gonna need a pill in the morning,â he replies.Â
âHm, Iâll see to it in the morning, or whenever it is that he wakes up.âÂ
âYeah.â Mingyu is standing awkwardly in front of you in the dark hall, not having anything else to say. âIâll get going now.â
âOh, right, yeah. Get some sleep,â you say as you let him move past you.Â
âYou too, donât know why youâre awake,â he chuckles quietly.Â
âCouldnât sleep, Iâll go to bed now though.â
The awkwardness is painful, Mingyu can feel it in his chest. But what heâs feeling more is the way you look in your night shirt now that youâre in the light of the living room, legs shown farther up than youâd usually let them go. He wonders if you're wearing shorts underneath, but slaps himself out of it when he realises heâs been silent for too long.Â
âUh yeah, Iâll go now. Goodnight.â
âGoodnight, Mingyu.â
Mingyu replays the last five minutes in his head the entire car ride home, when heâs changing out of his clothes, when heâs brushing his teeth, when he crawls under the warm covers to finally call it a night. Mingyu thinks about what he said all those months ago at a dumb party, how heâs hurt you more than he thought he had. Thereâs an ache that plunges into him, the thought of you going through that because of him while he stayed blissfully unaware.Â
He doesnât know what heâs gonna do to make it up to you, but right now, heâs happy. Happier than heâs been in a while, falling asleep to the thought of you.Â
âGoodnight, Mingyu.â
You, on the other hand, are far from happy as you find yourself in yet another car related predicament.Â
Having to run to work in the middle of July is never a preferred option, yet you find yourself needing to do it anyway when you walk out to your engine refusing to start.Â
You really needed a new car.Â
Abandoning the hunk of what was turning out to be just expensive scrap metal, you rile other options out in your head.Â
Seokmin was long gone with his car. The bus was gonna take too long. No way in hell were you about to overpay a taxi to take you somewhere that was essentially just a 15 minute walk (read as run).Â
So you find yourself slinging your bag as a crossbody, thanking the heavens that you at least didnât need to change your shoes. You pray for your white sneakers as you run across town, blurting apologies to passerbys that would gape at your hurried form. As apologetic as you were, it didnât compare to how sorry you felt for yourself, the heat pricking your skin in an agitated rise anytime youâd slow down.Â
The AC is near heavenly as you gasp walking into the bookstore, red faced and hair sticking to your forehead.Â
âSorry,â you gulp frantically. âSorry, Iâm late.â
âOh god,â you hear your boss comment as she sees you walk in. âAre you alright?â
âYeah, I just need a minute. Car broke down.â
She ushers you in front of the AC, waiting for you to collect yourself before taking her leave.Â
âI think Iâm okay now, sorry about that.â Your chuckle comes out a little choked. So much for being convincing.Â
âYou really should get a new car. I have a friend whoâs daughter is selling hers, do you want me to ask them for you?â Sheâs patting your shoulder as she talks to you, and you recognize her courage to look past the sweat thatâs accumulated there. Â
âThatâd be great actually, thank you.âÂ
Your second blow of the day comes right after youâve finally gotten rid of the buckets of sweat on your body, seating yourself behind your desk to do some digging of your own.
You immediately wish you hadnât as soon as you open the first second hand market site, the price tags landing you somewhere between never happening and impossible. Groaning, you place your head in your hands as you try to think of what to do. You pray your boss would come back with a quote that isnât as outrageous as everything else youâve cursed your eyes upon, seeing as that seemed the only viable option for you.Â
Closing the windows off your computer, you decide this was a headache for another time. You reach for your bag to rummage through it, only to find yourself in your third predicament of the day.Â
You had forgotten your book.Â
It shouldnât have been a worry, considering you were in a bookstore and had access to about 56 more of the same edition that you could borrow for the day. Except it was a worry, because your copy had been religiously tabbed and annotated as you would read, not a single thought left to be forgotten in your head as they would spring up. You can almost see the pink cover sitting on your desk and you nearly begin to cry.Â
You wonder if you could break your âone book at a timeâ streak for the sake of it, picking up another one off the shelf to start. The thought nearly makes you gag, the anxiety of losing interest in your current one leading you to sit aimlessly at your desk for the rest of the day.Â
Whatâs even more anxiety inducing to you, however, was the promise youâd made with Mingyu the week prior, to be finished with the book by the end of today so you could finally decide whether the end was worth it or not. The thought has you nearly picking up a copy off the shelf anyway, annotations be damned. Force of habit, however, forbids you as you are shunned by yourself to play solitaire for the rest of the day.Â
Things seem to look up for you though, as you find yourself reading a text from Mingyu nearly halfway through your day.Â
You hadnât spoken to Mingyu at all for the entire week, caving when you found an excuse to finally talk to him to ask where heâd left off on the book. It was even longer before that, reaching the near three week mark where you were virtually zero contact. Â
Youâd be lying if you said it didnât bother you, his sudden absence raising a mild panic within you as your mind raced with the possibilities.Â
Was he uncomfortable with you?Â
Was he avoiding you?Â
Were you less low key than you thought? Was he catching on to how you still werenât over him?Â
The wilder thoughts seemed to be laid to rest when you couldnât take it anymore, texting under the guise of your mutual book topic. Your brain still couldnât handle it, picking up minuscule details in his texting behavior. Perhaps his replies were choppy, perhaps they were shorter than usual, but it was enough to give your mind the rest it needed regardless of whatever the facts were.Â
Needless to say, you were more than happy to receive a text from him first after weeks, immediately replying.Â
[Mingyu]: hey [Mingyu]: are you at work today? [You]: yeah [You]: i get off at 10 tho [Mingyu]: can i see you today?Â
You try to contain the growing flurry of excitement as you type. It was easier to stay casual over text, you find yourself appreciating.Â
[You]: course [You]: are you coming to the store? [Mingyu]: iâll meet you at your place when you get off [You]: okay!!! [You]: see you thenÂ
Thereâs a ghost of a smile on your face as you switch to playing computer chess in celebration. Your day was going horribly, but perhaps it was to balance out the happiness you were feeling at the thought of seeing Mingyu in person after nearly a month.Â
Were you being dramatic? Possibly. But you figured youâd been left waiting long enough. You let yourself have a spring in your step for the rest of the day, closing up nearly an hour early as you practically skipped back home, enjoying the significantly better nightly weather. Maybe you were abusing your employee privileges, but you couldnât take the anticipation anymore.Â
Humming to yourself, you're hopping into the shower as soon as you get home, wanting to freshen up as quickly as possible before he gets here. It was near heavenâs plan the way the day is unfolding for you. Perhaps the universe knew you needed the time to unwind today, bringing Mingyu to you despite the near four week gap.Â
Grabbing your pens and your book, you settle on the kitchen counter to do something youâd been looking forward to all day, nearly giddy that Mingyu would be joining you to wind down with you soon enough. Youâre invested by the time the doorbell rings, a simultaneous text from Mingyu, confirming that he was at the door.Â
Opening the front door is probably the easiest thing youâve done all day, grin at the ready as you greet him.Â
âHey,â you breathe out at the sight of him.Â
âHi,â he replies, slipping inside as you give him space to take off his shoes.Â
Leading him into the kitchen, you comment lightheartedly, âNice to see youâre still alive.âÂ
He chuckles slightly at that, âYeahâŚsorry about that. Iâve been pretty caught up withâŚstuff.â
âThe exhibition? Werenât you nearly done with that?â you question as you pass him a glass of water.Â
He takes a sip before setting it down again, both hands holding the cup on the counter. âIt wasnât that, Iâve been done for a while. Just waiting.âÂ
âItâs next week, isnât it?âÂ
He hums in response, taking another minuscule sip of water. Â
âWhat was it that was keeping you this occupied for so long then?â you continue with a slight snort, trying not to over analyze his slightlyâŚoff putting behavior.Â
âUh,â he starts, âIs Seokmin home?âÂ
âSeokmin?â you frown, confused. Was he here to see your brother? âHeâs out. I thought you knew.â
âYeah, I know. Just confirming.âÂ
âOh.â You sit down on your own chair at the counter, trying to make sense of his mood.Â
âMingyu, are you okayââ
âI need to talk to you.âÂ
âO-okay.âÂ
Itâs silent. Painfully so.Â
âI donât know how else to bring this up so Iâm just gonna cut to the chase.âÂ
Thereâs no reply from your end as you simply stare at him in anticipation, wondering what on earth had him looking this serious as he faces you in his seat.Â
âI know Iâve done a lot to hurt you. Never enough to match what youâve felt, but I know youâve been through the muck because of me, and it makes me feel horrible that I was the cause of something like that.âÂ
âMingyuââ
âI want to apologize, before I say anything else. Iâm sorry. Iâm so fucking sorry. And I know an apology isnât gonna take away what I did to you, but I just need you to know that Iâm really, really sorry.â
His breathing is heavy as he talks, while yours is near nonexistent as you need to remind yourself to breathe manually.Â
âIâve done a lot of growing up in the past year. And I hate myself for making you a subject of that transition when you were the last person that deserved it. Iâm happy to say that wonât happen again, because Iâve learned my lesson. For good.â
He pauses.Â
âIâm not asking you to forgive me, because⌠because I donât know if Iâll ever deserve it for what Iâm about to say. I may be acting selfish right now but, I think you deserve to know after everything.â
âI love you. I love you so, so much it hurts. IâŚIâm sorry, I love you. I donât know how else to say it but, I love you. And I might be hurting you even more with this but I swear Iâm not lying. I love you.â
Thereâs tears now, heavy ones that drip down his face as he refuses to look back up at you, eyes screwed shut in a desperate attempt to halt the pure emotion thatâs trailing down.Â
You have your own wet cheeks, glossy, shaking eyes that donât tear away from his hunched form. Youâre listening. Youâre listening to everything and itâs too much.Â
âMingyu,â you whisper. You give up on trying to talk as you let out a breath that sounds almost like a sob.Â
Itâs silent for a few more moments as you absorb everything thatâs happening, mind running a hundred miles an hour yet, still as a rock. Itâs too much.Â
âMingyu, I canât believe youâre saying this to me.â Your voice is quivering, but you manage the words. âAfter everything. Youâre standing in this very kitchen and saying this to me.â
The deja vu was overwhelming, and youâre projected back to last year when the both of you stood on these very tiles, as you poured your heart out to the man in front of you, only to be told you were an idiot to think he could ever love you like that. The words may not have been said, but the message was clear: you were not made for Kim Mingyu.Â
And yet, you find yourself in front of an apologetic man, expressing his remorse. And oozing love for you, of all people. Why now? You want to scream. Where was this when you were ready to take him so willingly in your arms.Â
Youâre lying if you say you still donât want to plant yourself in his hold to sob out your own wretched âI love youââs. You wanted to go to him. To take what youâve wanted for so, so long.Â
But you canât. You canât do it.Â
âI know,â he whispers. âIâm not asking you to do something about any of this. Iâm not asking anything of you at all. I just need you to know.â
You bite back a remark, trying so hard to calm yourself down.Â
âI think you should go.â Your voice breaks. âPlease.â
Mingyu is gone. But his scent lingers. His cup remains on the counter, the same one he put his lips to. As he prepared to speak, and speak, and speak.Â
You canât stand to stay in the kitchen anymore.Â
You were fourteen the first time Mingyu broke your heart.Â
It was an accident, perhaps, considering you were willing to do absolutely anything to be around Mingyu when your brother would have him over. What you didnât know this time, was that the both of them had company.Â
Tiptoeing down the hall was easy the second you heard your brother's voice coming from the kitchen, announcing that he was getting drinks for them. The plan was simple; walk in under the guise of being annoyed at Seokmin for something and then relish when Mingyu would defend you from his inevitable rage â except this time youâd have a few extra minutes alone with him before your brother trudged back. Â
Putting on the best annoyed face you could, you stalk past Seokminâs room, immediately wishing you hadnât. Mingyu was in your brother's room as expected, sitting on the floor, surrounded by papers with numbers and letters too complex. But he wasnât alone. There was a girl that sat between his legs, turned over in his arms as they whisper to each other. They werenât studying at all; the giggles and smiles were a dead giveaway.Â
You halt in your tracks at the edge of the doorway in mild disbelief, brain computing the situation in front of you. They hadnât noticed you yet, it was apparent with the way she leans into him to place her lips on his in a peck.Â
Thereâs a yell of your name behind you as Seokmin sees you loitering around his room. You jump in surprise, not expecting him back so quickly. Your brother, too, isnât alone, a girl of his own accompanying him with her arms full of cans, peeking over his shoulder to catch sight of your distressed form.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â
Running was the worst thing you could do, and yet you found yourself doing just that in your cornered state. Catapulting face first into your pillows, the sobs coming before you could muffle them. It was humiliating, even more so when you feel your motherâs hand coming up to your shoulder in a stretch of comfort.Â
âI yelled at him, he wonât do it again!â she attempted to reason with you, trying endlessly to get you to emerge from your cavern of comforters.Â
âItâs not that!â you groan.
âWhat is it then? Darling, I wonât know if you wonât tell me.âÂ
Your mother gave up a little bit after that, and your brother had apologized for yelling at you; apologized for all the wrong reasons. You brushed him over.
There were worse things circling your mind in that moment, like the image of Mingyu in a liplock with another girl, the image of him holding her with all his limbs.Â
You couldnât imagine anything worse than that.
âWhat the fuck, is wrong with the both of you?â Your brother swoops in like a pesky seagull and snatches the book right out of your hands, eyes blown in exasperation.Â
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?! Give it back!â you yell, reaching for the book that heâs placed over his head. Climbing the couch does little when he simply moves away from you.Â
âNot until you tell me whatâs going on between you and Mingyu.âÂ
âNothing is â ugh,â you drop back onto the couch in frustration. You take a deep breath. âNothing is going on. Now can I have my fucking book back?âÂ
âNo, you're avoiding each other.â
âHeâs your friend, why would I hang out with him?âÂ
âStop dodging the question!â he spits.Â
âStop dodging.â You exclaim as you jump for the book another time.Â
âWhy donât you want to go to the exhibition?â He throws the book to the corner of the room. It takes every fiber in your body to stop yourself from plucking every strand of hair off his head.Â
âSeokmin!â you scream.Â
âYour bookâs fine. Is this about the guy you told me about?â He asks, hands grabbing you by the upper arms, forcing you to look at him.Â
âNo, itâs not,â you grit.Â
âWhy donât you want to go to the exhibition?â he repeats, making direct eye contact.Â
âBecause,â you start, exhaling deeply, âIâm tired.â
âItâs an exhibition for fucks sake, an exhibition with your face plastered all over it. You go in for five minutes and youâre out. Put something on and letâs go!âÂ
âI donât want to go.â
âIâm not taking no for an answer. Youâve been doing nothing but go to work and stay home, you need air.â
âI need you out of my air,â you swat his hands away, thoroughly disgruntled.Â
âIâm giving you twenty minutes.âÂ
He was serious, you realize as he begins to pound on your door with two minutes left to spare. You decided you werenât about to be embarrassing and show up in your sweatpants, encasing the final shreds of dignity you had left. You couldnât imagine being asked âwho?â when the face on the walls doesnât match with the one you brought to the place, not doubting the number of fancy scouters thatâd be gracing the crowd tonight.
 Opting for a plain black dress and a coverup felt enough for you, your usual makeup and matching accessories helping you feel better about the bags under your eyes your concealer couldnât quite erase.Â
Seokmin says nothing for probable fear of having you landing back on the couch, choosing to ask you a simple, âReady?â instead.
The drive is short and silent, the remnants of you and your brother's prior argument still hanging in the air. You werenât about to apologize to each other, but you would let the hours cool you off before youâre back to your normal selves. For now, youâre glad to step out of the stuffy car, the anticipation having you needing to breathe in an elevated sense.Â
The place is more crowded than you thought it would be, men and women in fancier than necessary clothes loitering the entrance carpeting. You suddenly feel underdressed.Â
Catching Mingyuâs name is easy, the display at the front doing the most to highlight the star of the night, catching sight of him is proving a little more difficult. Not that youâre trying, but Seokminâs embarrassing neck stretches are having you restraining yourself from pulling him down by the collar.Â
Walking into the display is a strange experience, for you at least. The pictures are larger than youâd thought they would be, spanning the giant walls of the gallery. Your face is huge.Â
Thereâs a few other oneâs that scatter between the portraits, beautiful all the same. You find yourself wandering as you note the plaques next to the pieces, descriptions and words from the artist; Mingyuâs words. Itâs easy to begin looking at the pictures through his eyes, the meticulous scanning youâre doing proving easier for you to zone out despite the crowd.Â
Youâve gone through nearly every picture, approaching the last one, the one that looked a little more important than the rest as you take in its size. The steps you take towards the plaque are halted as you hear someone calling for you. You recognize his voice, how could you not?
Mingyu is weaving through the crowd to get to you, eyes locked as he tries to make way for himself. Your mouth is open by the time heâs here, mind frantic as you try to figure out what you should say.Â
Congratulations.
Youâve worked hard on this.Â
This looks great.
Howâve you been?
âYouâre here,â he says, simple as that.Â
âIâm here,â you breathe out, a nervous smile on your face as you look down at your shoes.Â
âSeok told me you were here too.âÂ
Your head snaps up, âYou were looking for me?âÂ
âI mean, itâs a bit difficult with the crowdââ
âOh,â you cut him off before you could forget. âCongratulations, by the way. The turnout looks great.â
âUh, yeah. Itâs great.â His eyes skim around the large hall.
You hate how his craning is drawing your eyes to everything else. So to say the plain black button up and slacks heâs sporting, the thin chain he wears around the unbuttoned collar. You hate how heâs put in no effort, and you hate how it makes him look even better somehow.Â
âAre you enjoying yourself?â he asks after he rounds back to you.Â
Your reply is drowned in your throat as somebody calls for him across the hall, pointing at a mic in their hands.Â
âI have to go address everyone, youâll be here, right?â he asks, but he once again has no chance to listen to your answer when somebody physically drags him by the elbow and yanks him away from you. You lose sight of him in the crowd of people, his face disappearing.
It gives you enough opportunity to slowly turn around to go back to your plaque reading, exhaling loudly as you walk up to the final, biggest piece on the wall. Itâs labeled as the focal point of the collection. Itâs a picture of you, and for some reason, you canât remember taking it, or posing for it at all.Â
You recognize the mountain top, more so the grueling trek up the place for your last shoot with him. Itâs a side profile, your arms folding over the railing, face tucked into your padded arms. A single ray of light illuminates your eyes, the background soft.Â
The picture was an accident. A moment that may have gone forgotten, yet one that appeared right when it was meant to. A mistake made on purpose, one that manages to carry the weight of years. A slow accession of golden rays, dawn illuminating the subject in hues indescribable, except those that describe a feeling. A feeling in turn, indescribable.
Soft. Legible. New.
You take a step back.Â
And another
Then another.Â
You look at the picture, the picture of you. Taken the one time you werenât actively posing for the camera, the one time he wasnât meant to take a picture of you. It landed here, at the seemingly deserved position of a final piece. The piece that was meant to emulate all that the artist wanted to come out of his work.Â
You crane your neck up higher, the name of the collection in bold block letters right above the picture that supposedly says it all.Â
THE BEGINNING
Thereâs a ball forming in your throat, one that's cementing itself where it stays.Â
Thereâs noise happening in your peripherals, somebody speaking into a mic on stage. Youâre not paying attention until you hear his name.Â
âIâm pleased to present to you the man of the hour, mister Kim MingyuâŚâÂ
You watch with glossy eyes as he takes the stand, clearing his throat before he begins to speak.Â
You needed to leave.Â
Finding Seokmin is easy, and you thank every plane of heaven that it is, considering youâd rather be caught dead than be seen red nosed and teary eyed.Â
âLetâs go home.â
âHuh? Right now? He just started talking.â Seokmin argues, tearing his eyes away from the stage to gape at you, only to note the expression on your face. âHey, whatâs wrong?âÂ
âSeokmin, you said five minutes.â You grip his sleeve tight. âPlease, either give me the keys, or Iâll get a cab.âÂ
He pauses for a moment, and you immediately hate yourself for making him choose between staying for his best friend or leaving for his sister. He slowly comes down to grip your hand, pulling you away.Â
âLet me drop you off home.âÂ
Youâve calmed down a significant amount during the car ride home, managing to convince (fight) Seokmin into going back to the exhibition hall before Mingyu noticed that he was gone. You wouldnât forgive yourself if you made him miss something as important as this just because you couldnât control your emotions.
He hugs you at the door, tight, and you hug back just as strong, holding back the river of tears that suddenly threaten to let loose. He presses his lips to your temple, muttering a little âI love youâ before he leaves. He knew nothing, yet was ready to comfort you like he did.
You let yourself sob after that, as wracking and strong as theyâd come. Itâs freeing, to fall to your knees and simply cry like a child. You arenât sure what it is that youâre crying about, yet you know all the same. The thought of both those things make your head begin to spin, causing another fresh wave of tears to come rushing down.Â
Remnants of the day Mingyu spoke his truth to you in your own kitchen come tumbling back; the shock, the anger, the hurt, and despite everything, the love.
You loved Mingyu, you werenât going to sit here and deny it when you were a mess of jewels on the floor with only his face at the forefront of your mind. Youâre a liar if you say you donât love him. Youâre a liar if you say youâll ever stop.Â
Years and years of pining and wishing and praying, to hope that one day, Mingyu would open his eyes with the realization that he loves you the same.Â
The day came. Your prayers were granted, your wishes came true; you no longer had to sit on the sidelines as an ignored constant. And yet, you found yourself wanting to be anywhere but in his presence as the prayer unfolded.Â
Were you too weak to handle reciprocation? Have you gotten comfortable pining by yourself? Or was it something completely else. Were you still hurt by his words? Were you aghast at his audacity to have the courage to speak his heart to you, when you went years without doing so?Â
Were you protecting yourself? Or were you actively throwing the golden chance youâd received right out the window?Â
Youâre tired, itâs evident with the effort it takes you to simply reach your bedroom, heels thrown somewhere in the doorway as you made the trek barefooted. Hoping your muscles would release the pent up tension at the learnt feeling of the mattress, you find yourself closing your eyes awaiting the relief.Â
Still clad in your dress and makeup, you attempt to find the solace of sleep, knowing youâd feel nothing if there was nothing to perceive. The universe doesnât seem to want to give you that luxury, your eyes wide awake despite closed lids. The thoughts arenât showing signs of slowing down either, every part of your mind alive as you remain still as a rock on your bed.Â
You arenât sure how long youâve been in bed, but as you hear the distinct jingle of keys in a lock, you know Seokmin is home. The door of your room is opened very quietly, and closed just as quick when he sees your form in bed seemingly asleep.Â
You open your eyes for the first time in hours, the darkness remaining as you slowly sit up against the cushions. Your movements are sluggish as you stare into the abyss, brain quiet for once as you swing your bare legs over the mattress, slowly trudging down the hall to your brother's bedroom.Â
Knocking slowly, you hear a slight shuffle before the door is opened, the light from inside the room illuminating the dark hall and forcing you to squint.Â
âDid I wake you?â Seokmin asks, sporting formal trousers with his dinosaur pajama shirt.
âUh, no, I was awake.â
âWhy havenât you changed yet?âÂ
You ignore him, cutting straight to the chase, âCan I borrow your car?âÂ
Thereâs silence for nearly three seconds before Seokmin speaks, âWhat on earth do you need my car for this late at night?âÂ
âNayeonâsâÂ
âBullshit.â
You let out a loud, loud sigh, âWill you believe it for now?âÂ
Your brother looks at you with an expression you canât really pinpoint, eyes like heâs scanning into your soul. âThe keys are at the door.â
You walk back to your room to grab your phone and your cover up, not bothering to change as you grab Seokminâs keys and leave. It probably wasnât a good idea to leave the house so late at night, but your brain seems to have activated tunnel vision as you nearly stalk towards the car. Youâre pulling up to where you need to be within minutes, the empty roads leading you on near autopilot.Â
By the time youâre standing in front of the door, your desire to settle this once and for all turns pungent in your head. You needed to end this one way or another, you were tired of running in circles.Â
Ringing the doorbell is easy, itâs just the realization that settles during those few moments of waiting that grab you by the throat. You were really doing this.Â
Mingyu opens the door quicker than youâd anticipated, after briefly wondering if heâd already gone to sleep after the long day heâs probably had. His brows furrow as he registers you at his door, your name tumbling out of his lips in mild confusion. Heâs still in the clothes you saw him last, and you doubt itâs been long since he got home too.Â
âPromise me you mean it,â you say.Â
âWhat?â
âPromise me you mean it.â
âMean what?â The crease between his brows deepens as he tries to make sense of what youâre saying.Â
âWhatever you said. Promise me you mean it. Promise me. On all the years we spent together, on every truth you've ever said to me. Promise on me that you mean it.â
The silence is deafening, yet you wait. You wait for him to respond. You wait for him to understand what youâre saying.Â
Mingyu gulps before opening his door wider, expression neutralizing slightly as he invites you inside. âWhy're you standing on the door? Come inside.â
âIâm not taking another step in your direction, Kim Mingyu, not until you answer me,â you snap.Â
Letting his hand leave the grip on the door, he brings them both up to rub at his face, taking a simultaneous breath, deep and shaky. When he emerges his eyes are showing a hint of red as he licks his lips.Â
Your grip on your own fingers tighten as Mingyu talks.Â
âI want to rip my heart out for what it wants from you. I want to rip it out for what it did to yours. Believe me when I say Iâve forgotten how it felt to be this sincere. I love you. I don't deserve to say it, but I love you.â
Thereâs a beat that passes, one that you barely feel as you throw your bag on the floor of his entryway, grabbing him by the collar with both hands as you yank his face down to hover right in front of yours, nose touching, lips not quite.Â
âIf youâre lying to me,â you whisper, shaky voiced, âIâm gonna chop your balls off.â
Mingyu answers for you as he finally, finally closes the cursed gap between you, lips capturing yours in a long awaited kiss. You let him pull you inside as you move your lips against each other, the distinct click of the door signaling you were finally inside.Â
His hands grip your hips and waist in a manner thatâs near painful, yet you canât find yourself complaining even as he pushes you against the now closed door, hard. His mouth leaves yours for what is barely a second, before your desperate hands move his face back in to continue what youâve been wanting to do for years.Â
His mouth is warm, the vaguest hint of champagne on his tongue. You wonder how many toasts heâs clinked and downed, how many times he thought of you as he celebrated.Â
âI love you,â you mumble against his lips.Â
Mingyuâs hands are pushing your body against his own, so flush and tight you can barely breathe. Like heâd rather die than bring space between the two of you in that moment.Â
âI love you, too,â he mumbled back between kisses. âI love you so much.â
Both of your hands are beginning to roam, less innocent than the fingers tangled in his hair and digging into his shoulders, less innocent than the grips on your hips and neck. It isnât until his hands are groping your ass that you begin to subconsciously tug at his shirt, wanting the wretched thing out of the way to finally feel him in full.Â
Thereâs a warm hand that grips yours as he stops you, lips pulling away slightly as he rests his forehead against yours. Thereâs a wild moment of sobriety as you wonder if youâve read the situation wrong, if you pushed too far.Â
âYouâre asking me for something Iâm ready to give you.â He sounds breathless. âBut I need to know if you really want it.â
He looks absolutely gorgeous with his swollen lips, your lipstick staining his own mouth, his messy hair from all the desperate fingers running through them. It takes one look into his bedroom eyes to have your yeses tumbling out your mouth.Â
âI want it. I want it if youâll give it to me. Mingyu, please.â
He leans in to give you a soft peck before pulling away slowly. âYou can stop me whenever, just say the word.â
Heâs facing you as he speaks, hands pulling you further into the house in slow and steady steps. âIâm not gonna do anything you donât want me to, I promise.â
By the time you reach the four walls of his bedroom, youâre itching to have his hands on you again, something he senses as he presses his hot mouth to your awaiting lips. His touches become decreasingly respectful as his hands run up your sides, thumbs brushing against the sides of your clothed breasts as he moves his mouth further down.Â
Kisses line your jaw, reaching the joint as he nips at your earlobe teasingly. Pushing the coverup off of your shoulders is easy, fingers tracing the exposed skin as his mouth moves down to your neck, nipping and sucking teasingly. Your breathing is embarrassingly heavy.Â
âYouâre gorgeous,â you hear him breathe out.Â
His fingers fit under the zipper of your dress not too long after, pulling it down to reveal your back tantalizingly slow. His hands smooth over your waist once he reaches the bottom, bringing them up to your upper body as you feel his palms grab your breasts in a soft squeeze. The moan you let out is small, but enough to encourage him to bring his hands to the straps of your dress, pulling them down your shoulders one after the other.Â
âDo you realize how good you looked in this today,â he says. âWas so happy you came, so, so happy to see you after so long.â
Mingyu kisses you again in a slow, passionate manner, hands pushing down the tight fabric of the bodice to let it fall off your body to a pile on the floor. It leaves you bare save for your bra and panties.Â
Mingyu lets out a groan at the sight in the dimly lit room, the sound checking in as one of the hottest things youâve ever heard, the vibrations leading straight to your core like they belonged there. The focus goes back to his hands that continue to roam your body, mouth traveling further south to leave hot, open mouthed kisses on your cleavage.Â
Your own fingers come up to fiddle with the buttons of his dress shirt, managing to pull a couple loose as you whine, âMingyu.â
âPatience, my love.â He moves you backwards slowly as his mouth leaves your chest, pushing you into the plush of his mattress as you feel the back of your knees bump into the edge. âLet me take my time with you.â
He brings a knee up to the bed as he keeps his gaze on you, beginning to unbutton the rest of his shirt as you prop yourself up on your elbows. For once, youâre allowed to stare at the sculpt of his chest and abdomen, letting your gaze take you to the dipped V before the cut off. The mere sight of his fingers working against his belt have you needing to close your thighs for the sake of your now throbbing core.Â
Only clad in his dark boxers, you let him climb over you in a way you can only describe as a prowl, inserting himself between your legs as he pushes your head up to the headboard. The hand that splays out on your thigh is having the muscle twitch, the anticipation for what he might do next gripping you.Â
âLet me get this off of you,â he says with his hands toying with the elastic of your bra, prompting you to arch your back so he could reach under to unclasp it in a way you can only call professional.Â
Thereâs barely any time for you to feel a semblance of embarrassment when he flings the padding away, mouth coming in direct contact with your breast in a harsh suck. The feeling has you moaning his name into the dark room, only encouraging his wet tongue to circle around the bud before going back to suckling. He doesnât forget your other breast as he brings his hand up to squeeze the mound and play with your nipples the same.Â
The sensations are overwhelming already, your hands gripping his hair in desperation as you throw your head back at his ministrations. The ache in your underwear is becoming increasingly difficult to resist, the foreign feeling of his mound against your inner thigh only coursing more want into your awaiting heat.Â
Your chest is a mess of redness and saliva but the time Mingyuâs had his fill, pulling away to admire the work heâs left.Â
âFuck, Mingyu, please,â his name is the only thing that comes out in your pleas, hoping heâd give you wanted before you lost your mind for good.Â
âI love this lighting on you,â he says simply, moving to sit on his knees as he takes his eyes up and down your practically naked frame.Â
Both hands come in to push your thighs further apart, giving him better access to the gold that sits right in between. âYouâre beautiful.âÂ
You feel the pad of his thumb come in contact with your clit in the lightest pressure, slowly brushing over the muscle as he continues. âThe most gorgeous thing Iâve ever seen.âÂ
He presses his thumb in further, pushing down to meet your hole, the source of the large wet patch on the fabric of panties. The whimpers the new feeling is having you let out are near embarrassing. Hooking his fingers around your panties, he asks, âCan I take these off?âÂ
âYes!â you gasp out immediately, hip rising to let them slide the pesky fabric off and away.Â
He wastes no time in bringing his fingers to your folds, gathering your arousal in his fingers as he spreads them across your throbbing clit. Heâs rubbing the area in circular motions, the feeling having you wracking out sounds you never thought you could make. The sheets are bunched up in your grip as you throw your head back at the feeling that encases you, eyes screwed shut.Â
âOh, Mingyu,âÂ
That only encourages him as his other hand joins the party, a lone finger circling your entrance in preparation to plunge into you, slowly, all the way to the hilt of his finger. Zoning in on the feeling, the pump of his fingers into your core, the constant ministrations of his other thumb on your clit. Your hands leave his wrinkled sheets as they come in to grip his wrists and forearm, needing to feel his skin to anchor yourself into the present. Not being able to bring yourself to open your eyes, he takes it upon himself to insert another finger, encouraging your lids to fly open at the stretch and the loud moan that comes with it.Â
âGod, youâre so fucking wet, Iâm barely pushing.â It may have embarrassed you a little if you werenât so withdrawn from pleasure, the prospect only having you whimper his name even more.Â
It isnât when he curls his fingers inside you that you feel the need to stifle the sounds that come out of your throat, hand to mouth as the volume has you needing to shut yourself up. He brings his hand off your clit to grab you by the wrist, freeing your mouth of restraint.Â
âDonât,â his voice gravelly as he gets off his knees to hover over you, his other hand continuing to pump his fingers in and out of you in perfect motions. âI wanna hear your voice. I wanna hear all the pretty sounds youâre making.â
He leans in to place a chaste kiss on your mouth, fingers quickening their pace as your sounds grow louder, âMingyu, I think IâmâŚI think Iâm close.âÂ
âItâs okay, let go whenever, darling, itâs okay.â His other hand goes back to its rightful position on your clit, thumb circling the bud in quick motions as he encourages you to climax.Â
And you do. The blissful release comes crashing into you hard, the feeling leaving nothing but white hot space in the expanse of your brain, letting the feeling take over as you melt into the sheets. âF-fuckâŚâ
He doesnât stop either hand till you physically have to push his fingers off of you, the overstimulation coming in hot.Â
You donât come around for a little bit, but feel every searing kiss he leaves on your skin in the aftermath. Pressed into your chest, your collarbones, you neck and your jaw. He makes his way up to your face slowly, pressing his lips onto your closed lids as you wait for your breathing to even out. His face is the first thing you see when you open your eyes, leaning forward to press your own lips against his.Â
âHow was that?â he asks slowly, and you donât miss the hint of a smirk on his face. You canât help but break into a smile of your own.Â
âGreat.â
âGreat?â
âAmazing.â You lean in to kiss him again, palms coming in contact with the expanse of his back as you move your mouths together. Itâs not long before your fingers reach the waistband of his boxers, hands coming up front to feel him through the fabric, palming him in the process.Â
You feel him shudder in your hold, lips pulling away as he stares into your eyes.Â
âWhat?â you ask in a whisper when he makes no other moves.Â
âIâm trying to think if I have condoms or not,â he whispers back, and you canât help but let out a laugh at his delivery. He begins to giggle with you, backing up as he reaches over to rummage through his nightstand.Â
âFuck yeah,â you hear him say as he comes round with the shiny pack. Heâs giggling as he undoes the wrapper, the lighthearted nature of it all bringing a laugh to your own lips.Â
Pulling his underwear down and off, you watch as he preps himself with the rubber, your own hand coming up in a trance to stroke his gorgeous length lightly, his palms ghosting over your hand at the feeling. Once he decides he canât take it anymore heâs grabbing both your wrists to pin them beside your head in one swift motion, earning a gasp from you at the abruptness.Â
âIâm gonna put the tip in first, let you adjust before I go in further,â he explains as he uses his knee to push your thighs apart to grant him more access. âIâm gonna listen to you throughout, okay? Just say so if you want me to stop, Iâll hear you.âÂ
When you donât reply he continues, âI need to know you heard me, baby.âÂ
âI heard you,â you answer, and he finally lets go of one of your hands to guide his length to your entrance, gathering your remaining arousal. Heâs sliding his tip across your folds, grinding onto your clit within his length and it has you nearly careening off the edge.Â
âMingyu, in, please!â you beg, and you hear him chuckle before heâs finally pressing the tip into your prepped hole.Â
You almost breathe a sigh of relief as you feel him begin to push into your hot core, keeping his promise of only getting to the tip, before bringing himself out and going back in. Heâs slow as he stretches you out, his hands coming up to the sides of your head as he tucks his face into the crook of your neck. Lifting one of your legs, you wrap them around his waist as you grant him further access into you, one of his hands coming up to keep your raised leg steady.Â
He halts when he finally bottoms out, pausing for breath. âYou okay?â
âYeah, just,â you manage, arms wrapped around his shoulders tight. âGive me a second.âÂ
When you give him the green light and he begins to move out slowly, only to thrust back in, you find yourself settling into the sheets more consciously, ready to take what he was about to finally give you. Youâre both a mess of whimpers and sounds, the feeling overtaking any shreds of restraint you had left. His hands are groping you everywhere, his fingers finding your breasts again as he begins to toy with your nipples, all while thrusting into you at a steady yet equally maddening pace.
He feels amazing, beyond just his dick. The feeling of his body pressed against yours is heavenly, the tears beginning to slowly prick at your eyes as you let yourself melt into his hold, a metaphorical layer away from morphing into his skin entirely. The sounds heâs making are pure melodies, the groans, grunts and heavy moans floating around in your otherwise empty head like theyâd never ever leave. They do more when they encourage the building feeling in your abdomen, your moans growing increasingly erratic.Â
If the bed is creaking from his incessant thrusting, you donât hear it. The only thing ringing in your head being the near closure youâre about to receive from him. âGyu, IâmâŚâ
âShit, me too.â he grunts, and you believe him as his movements begin to grow sloppier, his hips slamming into yours with more force than before.Â
And then itâs bliss, the feeling dropping in on your body as you feel yourself begin to spasm in his hold, the loudest moan ripping from your throat at the sensation. Youâre contracting around him so, so good, and itâs enough to have him moaning into your own ear as he feels his climax come over him as well.Â
Heâs shooting his load into the rubber, and for a wild moment you wish heâd rip it off and finish inside you instead, your blabbering brain wanting to take all of him in. The fever passes in a few heavy minutes, Mingyuâs body is dropped on top of you, his length remaining inside your warmth as you both relished in the post sex haze.Â
Heâs first to pick his sweltering body off of yours, the cool air hitting your skin as he pulls out of you slowly. Youâre still trying to come to earth, even when you hear the water beginning to run in the attached bathroom, even when he walks out in a fresh pair of boxers, walking over to your form on the bed.Â
His fingers run through your hair as he places soft kisses on your temple, coaxing you to open your eyes. âCome on babe. Letâs get you cleaned up.â
When you make no moves to get up despite opening your eyes, heâs physically pulling you up to grace your head on his chest in an effort to take a step back into the world. His fingers continue to thread through your hair, massaging your head lightly as you breathe in his scent. You do end up getting up and letting him lead you to the bathroom, but only after he threatens to carry you there over his shoulder. The bath is already drawn when you dip your feet into the warm water, planting yourself inside as you lean against the walls of the tub.
âGyu, why is it warm?â you whine, wanting a cooler temperature to hit your sticky body.Â
He chuckles as he sits by the tub, hands coming in to wet your hair for you, âIâm scared your bodyâs gonna go into shock if I chucked you into a cold bath. Youâll feel better in a minute, love.âÂ
You donât argue as he does most of the work for you, shampooing, scrubbing and conditioning. He lets you sit in the tub for a little bit as he leaves to get you a towel and a shirt, coming back to continue coaxing you to leave the tub this time. You grab his outstretched hand, pulling him down to sit next to you again.Â
âSit with me for a little bit, right here,â you say as you lean over the edge of the tub.Â
âI can sit with you in bed once youâre dried up,â he tries to reason. âUnder the covers. Where itâs more comfortable than hard acrylic, remember?âÂ
Pouting a little, you let him wrap you in a towel as you admit defeat, too tired to argue much more than that. He continues to shrug one of shirts over your shoulders, going as far as drying your hair before finally letting you crawl back under the covers. He joins you soon after, wrapping his limbs around you in a tight embrace, breathing in the mix of his own shampoo and your scent.Â
âAre you okay? Did I do too much?â he asks quietly.
âMhm,â you hum into his chest. âIâm okay.â
Thereâs a deep vibration in his chest as he finds your lack of response amusing, looking at your face that looks about three seconds away from slipping into dreamland. Nearly, he realizes, as your eyes are suddenly pushed wide open, a gasp leaving your throat.Â
âWhat? What?â Mingyu asks as you sit up all of a sudden scrambling to find your phone.Â
âMy phone, where is it?â you ask as you ruffle through the covers.Â
âDid you bring it with you?âÂ
You suddenly remember your bag that you threw in his entryway a couple hours ago, your phone nestled inside. Swinging your legs over the edge of the bed, you attempt to stand up to retrieve it, only to find out the universe wasnât about to let you do that. You donât miss Mingyuâs chortle as he watches you nearly fall over after wobbling around like a fawn, your arms trembling as you pull yourself up back on the bed.Â
âWhat the fuck?â you breathe out.Â
âGet back on, Iâll get your bag for you.â Heâs still smiling when returns, throwing your purse on the bed.Â
You immediately unlock your phone to find Nayeonâs contact, choosing to leave her a text considering the late hour.
âWhat is it?â Mingyu asks again as he watches you type, arms coming up from behind to engulf you in his hold again.Â
âI told Seokmin I was at Nayeonâs. He didnât believe me but Iâm telling her to cover for me anyway.âÂ
âOh.â
The thought comes to you later than it should have, realizing youâd have to involve Seokmin inâŚwhatever this was, sooner or later.Â
âDonât,â you hear Mingyu say behind you.
âWhat?â
âDonât. I know what youâre thinking about. We can deal with Seokmin when we need to, donât think about it right now, thatâs my job.âÂ
âI-â
âHe needs to deal with me being serious about you,â he continues, giggling, âEven if I have to make you run away with me.â
âLetâs hope it doesnât come to that.âÂ
He brings your wrist up to his mouth, placing a kiss there, âIt wonât. I promise.âÂ
The sitting up thing doesnât last for too long, both of you wanting nothing more than to lay down for the lack of energy. Limbs are a tangled mess as you both lay in silence, tired but not wanting to go to sleep just yet. It stays that way for a while, head on his chest as you take in the aftermath of everything thatâs happened.Â
You just had sex with Kim Mingyu. He loves you back. And you know he means it. This isnât a hyperrealistic childhood fantasy, this is real life. Youâre touching him, heâs holding you, you can hear his heart beat, you can feel his skin under the palm of your hand.Â
Youâre distracted from your thoughts as you sense Mingyu reaching over the edge of the bed to his nightstand as he looks for something, bringing his hand over to show you a very familiar pink cover in his hands.Â
âOh,â you let out as you recognize the title, snorting as you remember where the verdict for that ended, âWe were supposed to talk about the ending.â
âWe could do that right now.â
âUh, about that,â you say. âI never actually got to finish it.â
âYou were supposed to be done like two weeks ago,â he frowns.
âI didnât get to finish it the dayâŚthe day you came over. Couldnât bring it in myself to touch it after that.â you say as you note the little tabs sticking out the sides, wanting to address them.Â
âYou can use this one to finish it then, itâs yours.âÂ
You glance up at him as he talks, opening the book to skim through the pages. And then you see it, tiny scribbles on margins, sticky notes at chapter ends with his thoughts, colorful tabs sticking out of every highlighted line, everything complete with a color coded key in the front.
âI saw you do it with your other books, found out itâs not actually a crime to write in books andâŚI guess it became fun.â he explains as he watches you flick through the pages. âI was gonna give this to you at some point. Sounded like a thoughtful idea in my head.â
You donât answer him, simply facing him in silence before continuing, âI wouldâve been sucking your dick right now if I wasnât so tired.â
He throws his head back in a loud laugh, the high pitched noise sounding across the room as he nearly curls up from the hilarity. You donât think it was that funny, but maybe itâs because you were telling the truth. Youâre pretty sure youâve joked about wanting to do that to someone whoâd do something like this for you, perhaps you could find the transcripts hidden in some text messages with Nayeon later to show Mingyu.
 His laughter is contagious regardless, giggles of your own coming out as you watch him practically lose it.Â
âI think you need to go to sleep,â you comment through bouts of laughter.Â
He sighs a vocal sigh as he calms down slowly, agreeing with your suggestion that the near morning delirium was getting to both of your heads. You rest your newly acquired, yet equally prized possession to the side, finally turning in for the night as he reaches to turn his night lamp off.Â
Mingyu moves to press his forehead into yours, not before placing a tiny peck into your lips as he mumbles against them in the dark, âI love you.â
âI love you,â you hum back as you press your lips together one last time, finally letting his breathing lull you into sleep.Â
The mattress is foreign, so is the pillow, and so are the scents that linger in the room. Itâs colder than youâd usually have it and the blankets feel different on your skin. And despite the most foreign thing in the room, the one that has his arms and legs wrapped around you, the one that whispered his love for you into your skin before drifting off, you find yourself falling into a sleep thatâs more blissful than any youâve had in a very, very long time.Â
The sun is doing nothing to help itself against the tide of annoyance tht rises in your sleepy state. Youâd get up and yank the curtains but canât bring yourself to have the motivation to leave the soft mattress, simply bunching the blanket up to your face to block out the remnants of sun rays that invade the room. Youâve nearly lulled yourself back to sleep when you start registering noises coming from outside the bedroom walls, muffled yet familiar.Â
Your brother is talking about something you canât make out, Seokminâs voice is undeniable despite passing through the folded layers of comforters around your head. You donât doubt the presence of the sweat thatâs probably already accumulated on your scalp.Â
 Thereâs nothing that alarms you in the moment despite Seokminâs yapping â that is until you hear a second voice.
You recognize it immediately as the sound of Mingyuâs talking, the words equally as muffled yet the intonation clear all the same.Â
Kicking the sheets off of your overheating body, you squint as you open your eyes in a desperate attempt to reign yourself back to earth, recollections of the past twenty four hours hurtling back to you like a constant line of K.Oâs.Â
The gallery, the picture, the drive up to Mingyuâs place,the sex, the falling asleep in his arms. You sit up in Mingyuâs bed, clad in nothing but his own T-shirt as you realize your brother is downstairs talking to Mingyu, and you have no idea if he knows you're here.Â
You realize very quickly that youâre trapped, being left with no other option than to remain in Mingyuâs bedroom until he comes back up to give you the clear, despite wanting to walk out to take the tiniest peek. Youâre not sure whatâs worse, getting caught or sitting in the growing pool of anxiety before Mingyu gets back.Â
Itâs a long, long twenty minutes, in which youâve done just about everything to get to hear their conversation a bit better; or to distract yourself from the fact that itâs happening at all. Pressing your ear to the door before going back to make the bed. Freshening up in the bathroom before going back to jamming your eye into the keyhole (you arenât sure why considering door faces a plain wall). You even hijacked a spare cup Mingyu had lying around the room to stick into the wall, hoping all those Mr. Bean cartoons hadnât been lying to you.Â
They were simply talking in a tone too low for your ears to catch (despite the Mr. Bean hack), and you resorted to scrolling on your phone to pass the remaining time. Itâs catastrophic to say the least, when youâre met with a string of frantic messages from Nayeon as well as a couple missed calls from your brother.Â
[Nayeon]: fuck [Nayeon]: i didnt see this [Nayeon]: he called this morning asking about you [Nayeon]: i accidentally told him you werent here [Nayeon]: im so sorry where are you [You]: its okay its my fault for texting so late [You]: i was at mingyus place [You]: ill tell you more later [Nayeon]: WHAT???
By the time Mingyu walks in, heâs mildly surprised to see you awake, pausing at the door as he takes in your huddled form. You sit up immediately, noting his still messy hair and the backwards sweatshirt heâs thrown on over his boxers. The question tumbles out of your lips before you can help it, âWas that Seokmin?â
âGood morning to you too,â he grumbles sarcastically, coming up on the bed to join you in your huddle fest. Youâre a little embarrassed at the way youâve greeted him first thing when he sees you, but his expression when he continues replaces it with something akin to fear. âAnd yeah, it was him.â
You want to ask him a follow up question, but you arenât sure what to say, simply staring at him, hoping heâd get the hint and continue by himself. He does.Â
âThe idiot has a spare key so he justâŚâ He trails off, rubbing his hands on his face, âhe just walked in straight to the room. Got the shock of his life, I suppose, âcause it woke me up while you kept snoring.âÂ
âHe walked into the room?!â you nearly screech, hand clamped over mouth, horrified. âWhat did he say to you?â
Mingyu has the audacity to laugh, simply tugging you back down on the bed to hold you. You briefly wonder how heâs so casual about this. âThereâs not really an expected reaction from someone when they find you half naked in bed with their sister.âÂ
The haphazardly shoved sweatshirt and no pants look was starting to make sense. âI heard you talking downstairs, what were you talking about?âÂ
âNothing you have to worry your pretty little head about,â his lips graze the shell of your ear as he snuggles further into you. âHe wants you home by seven though.âÂ
You throw your head back in a whine, âGod, what am I gonna do?âÂ
âYouâll be fine, he didnât smack me, he canât possibly be that mad at you.âÂ
âWhat was he then, ecstatic?â you retort.Â
âI mean,â his energy shifts a little. âI think heâs just a little hurt that he wasnât told.âÂ
âSo youâve done your damage control and now I need to pray he doesnât disown me.âÂ
âGod, youâre being so negative,â he comments and you canât help but round up on him.
âAnd youâre acting like you donât care!â
Heâs planting a fat kiss on your cheek at your outburst, coming in to coddle you even more. âIâm kidding, I just want you to relax, donât be upset.âÂ
âHas he given you his verdict yet?â you ask quietly.
He sighs at the question and you canât imagine his answer being any good. âNot yet, pretty up in the air about it.âÂ
When he sees you deflate even more in his arms, he continues, âIâm sure heâs gonna come around, he loves you too much to not. Itâs just a matter of time while he gets to make sense of the situation, donât worry about it.âÂ
âI hope so,â you reply.
âWe might have wash his socks for the next five years once he does, but itâs okay.âÂ
You canât help but snort at the prospect, âHis feet are stinkier than the regular humanâs, are you sure about that?â
He grins, âIâd do it for you.â
You push his face away, rolling your eyes at his attempt to be sappy. âYouâre gonna keep me for five years?âÂ
His smile drops as you feel the atmosphere shift in the slightest, his presence moving impossibly closer to you. âIâm gonna keep you forever.â
Hearing it is enough to have you lurching forward, closing the final gap between you so you can give in to the urge to kiss him. Heâs enthusiastic to give back, pulling your body to face him entirely as you mumble between kisses, âI love you.â
âI love you more.â
The rest of the day (once your anxietyâs calmed down, at least) is spent loitering around each other as you migrate around the house in random excess. He makes you breakfast, and you need to physically restrain him to stop feeding you every bite of pancake and bacon. You let him make your favourite for lunch though, after you finally admitted how much you truly liked his Chow Mein, going as far as to run to the store to grab the stuff he was missing. He returns with a bag of groceries, not missing an abnormal amount of moonpie value packs that he stashes in his cabinets because âyouâre gonna be around all the timeâ.Â
6:30 rolls around quicker than either of you would have liked, needing to wiggle out of Mingyuâs hold on his couch to change out of your half naked state. He continues to delay you another ten minutes as he refuses to open his car door to let you walk into the apartment building, leaning over the console to continue mumbling whines between your own consoling kisses.Â
By the time youâre making the walk of shame up to your door, the pit of anxiety that began to brew this morning returns from its dormancy, no Mingyu here to help ease your nerves, Gripping your key tight in your hands, you brace yourself to jam and twist to finally end this matter once and for all (at least you hope you can).Â
Seokmin is waiting on the couch for arrival like a parent waiting to catch their child in the act. He briefly glances over at you as you whisper a tame âHiâ, slipping off your shoes. He doesnât reply as he merely grabs the remote to pause his show, casting a heightened awkward atmosphere at the silence thatâs now engulfing the room. You tread carefully over to the couch, where Seokmin sits with his arms crossed.Â
It takes one look at his face for you to suddenly want to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness. He didnât look angry, and perhaps you wouldâve preferred his aggression if it didnât mean having to look at a hurt Seokmin. You sit in silence for a couple dramatic minutes, hoping he would start talking so you wouldnât have to. Yet, when you realize you might have to say something anyway for fear of crushing under the pressure, you find yourself opening your mouth.Â
âAre you upset?â Of course, heâs upset, you idiot.
âI justââ he starts, before sighing. âI just wish one of you wouldâve told me what was going on.âÂ
âI know, Iâm sorry,â you reply. âI didnât want either of you to have an excuse to be upset with each other, so I justâŚâ
âI get that it was a recent thing but I think I deserved as much to know what was happening when I wasnât around.â
You wince as speaks, realizing he hasnât caught on to the fact that this isnât recent at all â for you at least. âUm, about thatâŚâ
âWhat? Thereâs more?â he scoffs.Â
âI, uhâŚIâve liked him since like fifth gradeââ Heâs immediately jaw dropped, eyes bulged, taking a sharp breath. âBut! In my defense, it was really obviousâitâs honestly your fault for not noticing.â
âMyâMy fault?!â he sputters. âThatâs like, forever, and you told me nothing? Mingyu told me this was recent, why did he lie?âÂ
âHe didnât, nothing happened till last night, I swear.â You cringe at what youâre entailing. âIt was just me that liked him for that long, he figured it out pretty early on butâŚâ
âHeâs finally reciprocating now?â he suggests, almost sarcastically.Â
âYeah,â you breathe out lightly.Â
âThis is insane,â he blows out a breath of air, massaging his temples.Â
âIâm not being stupid about him,â you mutter lowly, âThis isnât some puppy dog crush, especially not after so long.âÂ
Heâs silent.Â
âIâm telling you this because I donât want you to think Iâm jumping into this blind, especially for what it means for you too.âÂ
No response.Â
âIâm sorry that you had to find out like this, itâs really not how I wanted it to go.â And when youâre met with even more silence, you find yourself continuing. âPlease, talk to me. Cuss me out if you want, Iâd honestly rather you yell at me.â
Seokmin sighs for the near hundredth time, finally looking like he might say something. âI want you to listen to me very carefully.â Â
The hairs on the back of your neck stand up, mind immediately going to the worst. Was he going to ask you to break up with him?
âIâm gonna choose to trust the both of you on this,â he starts, and you nearly melt into the cushions, âItâs your life, you can date whoever you want. AndâŚI guess Mingyu is better than someone else. Probably uses bad hair gel though.âÂ
Youâre catapulting yourself off the couch at the sound of that, throwing yourself onto an unassuming Seokmin. âThank you, thank you, thank you!âÂ
âOW! Okay! Geez, get off,â he grumbles as he finally stops wrestling you to let go of him, hugging you back as you squeeze his shoulders tight.Â
âI promise I wonât keep anything like this from you again.âÂ
âYou better not,â he huffs as you let go of him, âDonât think this means youâre forgiven. You still have a lot to tell me.âÂ
âI promise I wonât leave out a thing.â
The following weeks are near bliss, following your very loud confrontation with Nayeon when she gets back from her summer vacation, her screams at every plot turn having you praying for her neighbors. You doubt she believed you despite everything, not until she physically sees Mingyu come in one day, making a beeline to peck you on the lips before greeting anyone else. Her dropped jaw was very telling.Â
Even now, as Mingyu sports the title of the lame alumnus that still hangs around campus as he grips your hand, walking through the grass, the double takes youâre receiving seem to be traveling quite fast. You wouldnât necessarily blame them considering the trickier than usual dynamic you sport due to your brother (and you guess due to his reputation as well).Â
But you also knew theyâd be quick to die out as the newer batches of students come flying in â Mingyu will soon become a very well kept secret, in one way if not the other.Â
His neighbors, however, must be wishing he had the same sentiment as well, considering the absolutely foul noises that are coming from his apartment.Â
Youâre learning very quickly that Mingyuâs innocent touchiness can turn into something of the opposite at any given time, exhibit A being now as you try your damn hardest to muffle the sounds coming out of your mouth as Mingyu works his own mouth on your cunt. The knees over his shoulders are shivering from the expense, fingers pumping into your hole as he rubbed a particular spot with his tongue that had you gripping onto his hair tight.Â
As much as Mingyu loves to hear you, you find his other hand being brought up to place two fingers in your mouth for you as the perfect pacifier, sounds limiting extensively.Â
By the time youâre coming undone, sprawled on his couch like you just ran a marathon, youâre quick to realize that he has no intention of letting you have a breather. It takes one shove for him to pull his pulsing length out of his pants, tip pushing into your still sopping hole as he invited all of him inside you.Â
Youâll never forget the first time Mingyu fucked you raw, right after you told him he had the green light after taking your birth control pills. It was magic, youâve never seen him this vocal as he finished inside you nearly four times in a single night. His moans remain loud even still, as he brings your thighs to press over your chest, basically folding you in half. The mere sound of your wetness as he pumps in and out of you is enough to have you nearly careening over the edge, especially when you feel a desperate hand reach out to rub fast circles on your clit.Â
You throw your head back as you cum for the second time, pulsing around him in a grip Mingyu canât believe has the ability to become tighter. Itâs enough for him though, as he leans his forehead against your chest as he releases himself inside you.Â
He doesnât think heâll ever get tired of it, watching you filled to the brim with his cum, even as it drips onto the blankets youâve laid down below. He has half a mind to stuff the liquid back inside you, but fears youâre tired enough, the overstimulation too much for you.Â
By the time youâve cleaned up and resumed the movie you shouldâve been done with hours ago, cuddled impossibly close to him, you find yourself remembering something quite out of the blue.
âHey, not that I really care anymore,â you start, âBut who were the guys you were talking to that day? From the party.â
âStopped hanging out with them ages ago,â Mingyu scoffs, face souring at the mention of them. âI mean, it was me who said all that bullshit, but they werenât exactly good influences either. Learned that pretty quick.â
âOh,â you reply simply, letting your head fall back onto his chest.
He doesnât seem to be having any of it, grabbing your chin to have you face him. âIâm still really sorry about that. I donât care if you chase my tail for another fifty years, itâll always be adorable.â
âForgave you a long time ago, but I think I have a condition now.âÂ
He quirks a brow at your words. âWhat does her Highness ask of me?â
âThat you chase my tail for another fifteen to make up for all the running Iâve done.âÂ
Heâs laughing at that, agreeing to your condition as places loving smooches all over your face. âConsider it done.â
Itâs later on in the night, both of you huddled in ratty hoodies and mismatched slippers, plastic bag crinkling along Mingyuâs arm as you giggle about something he said. Youâre enjoying your fudgsicle in the peace and serenity of the 1 AM hour, making your trek home after raiding the corner store down the block. Mingyu suddenly halts in his tracks as he sees a particularly pretty set of flowers, illuminated by the fluorescent street lights.Â
âBabe, babe, stand here let me take a picture of you.â
âWhat?â you frown, holding up your stick of iced chocolate. âIâm not done yet.â
You watch as he grabs the melting popsicle from your hand downing the entire thing in one go as you watch him, hand still outstretched and jaw dropped. âMingyu, you bitch!â
He only smiles as he mulls the chocolate in his mouth, words basically gibberish, ââereâs more in the baâ, now go stan'!âÂ
You huff as you trudge to where he was asking you to pose, throwing a couple peace signs to satiate the home video urges in him so you could rip open your second fudgsicle.Â
âWait! You got a little chocolate on your mouth.â he announces, and you stick your tongue out to lick past the remnants of the sweetness. âNoâ wait.â
He walks over to you as your still trying to find the spot you missed, unassuming as he swings into your face to kiss the remaining off. âOh, nevermind, it was nothing.âÂ
You push him off as heat crawls up your face, feigning annoyance at his antics. You decide to forgive him when rips open another fudgsicle for you, offering it with both hands, promising to not steal a single lick. You believe him, snatching the stick from him as you continue your trek home.Â
Itâs not until heâs attempting to send you the pictures he just took to your phone so you could post them (which, with the way you looked, fat chance) that he notices something in your albums.Â
âOh, are these grad photos?â he asks as he clicks the album open.
âMhm,â you hum not paying too much attention as you walked and ate.Â
âWhyâs there only one picture here?â he asks as he pulls up to find nothing more left to load.Â
Itâs only then that you bring your full attention to your phone in his hand as you realize what picture heâs talking about, âOh god, donât look at that one.â
He does the obvious thing and opens it anyway, a louder than necessary âawâ coming out his mouth. âWhy do you look like Iâm about to eat you?âÂ
âIt felt like it!â you whine, remembering the moment clear as day. âThey kept pestering me to take a picture with you too, I was tryna book it out of there at first chance.âÂ
He giggles as he zooms into the photo, âIâm sending this to myself.â
You groan loudly at the thought, âGod, just delete it, leave it alone.â
He tucks the phone into himself further, not letting you grab it. âNo, youâre not deleting it. Why do you have it tucked into a separate folder if you hate it so much.â
Heâs got you there, you realize quickly, and he reigns in his victory as he watches you grimace at the phone slightly, adding on, âit has a lot of feelings attached to it, I get it. But look, we can attach new feelings to it, now youâll think about right now the next time you see it.â
âThink about you hijacking my fudgsicles? I think I prefer heartbreak,â you say, bringing your half eaten pop closer to your body in case he tries anything.Â
Youâre deemed correct when he replies, motioning towards your concealed treat, âCareful, I can still pounce when youâre not looking.âÂ
Shoving your hands into the swinging bag hanging on Mingyuâs arm, you bring out a thing of sausage and shove it towards him, âYou leave me and my fudgsicle alone, go be lousy and suck on this or whatever.â
âYouâd know alot about that, wouldnât you?â he notes casually, grabbing the sausage anyway as he unwraps it to take a bite.Â
It takes you a second to realize what heâs talking about while he stares at you with a mischievous expression, coming to shove him when the innuendo finally registers in your head. You do the opposite this time, pointing the melting chocolate toward him instead, threatening to smear it all over his white hoodie.Â
He laughs at the sight, disarming you by simply moving your wrist away, coming to kiss you on the mouth hard regardless of your annoyed expression.Â
âLove yaââ he giggles.Â
âHm.â
âWhat, hm? Say it back.â
You pretend to wonder, âI donât think so.â
âSay it!â he groans, âSay it, say it!âÂ
You manage to wriggle out of his hold, booking it before he realises whatâs happening.Â
âHey!âÂ
Your both probably waking up the entire neighborhood with how loud youâre yelling and laughing, and even when he manages to tackle you down on somebodyâs lawn, coaxing the words out of you with borderline violence, you still manage to smile, thanking your lucky stars that you got what you wanted after all.Â
âWhatâre you thinking about?â he asks with an undertone.Â
âThanking my stars they led me to you,â you reply.Â
âMore like the other way around. Needed the fattest fucking star to realize what was in front of me all along,â he jests himself.Â
It sparks a laugh out of you. âI love you.â
âAnd I love you.â
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Genshin SAGAU where GN! Reader reads a fanfic about them being a sub.
people of tevyat look in horror as a fanfic about you being a sub is released, not knowing you ARE actually a sub. not proofread. also shoutout to @/gameperson23100 (not sure how tags work here im just a tumblr noob so i just did like a twitter thing) they were in my comments on my first post about this and had an idea about a sub reader! i just expanded on it a little :))
Creator! Reader who seems so elegant yet have such an untouchable aura towards them. Everyone praises them for being so mature, for being so calm and collected towards stressfull siturations, everyone fawns over them. Just one glance from their slightly intimidating eyes has their knees trembling. The archons praise them as someone to really look up to, a true pillar of Tevyat.
When fanfictions like the Creator x Reader became popular, there was an unsaid rule that you were the dominant one in the relationship.
So imagine everyones suprise when a book from an anonymous author potraying the Creator as a sub pops up in Inazuma. Yae Miko was suprised this was published unsupervised! She shut it down but it was too late, almost all of its copies were sold! Everyone was baffled at how the author potrayed the Creator, when it came to their duties, the author wrote them perfectly but when it came to the romance between the Creator and whoever the reader is... It was a catastrophe! The Creator? Submissive?? Down on their knees?? Begging?! Getting degraded and liking it?!?!
BLASPHEMY!
People of Tevyat were conflicted at this book, everyone had divided opinions. Some saying that the Creator is a sub, while some saying they are a dom. There are a few people who suggest that the Creator may be a switch but this gets shut down by both sides. It even reached the scholars of Sumeru! With debates turning into heated arguments that escalates into fights.
The archons, except Nahida, were upset at this book as this somewhat taints your image. (although they secretly love the idea of the creator being beneath their feet) The acolytes were also divided and different opinions, with Alhaitham finding it somewhat interesting while Kaeya found it a little hilarious and treated the book like a parody. Xiao on the other hand, had the same opinion as Zhongli, the book may taint your image thus he made it his mission to hunt down the anonymous author. Itto, who got the book from a random stranger he befriended, treated the book like a sacred scripture or a guilty pleasure. He knows it's probably bad but he just can't stop reading it! Wriothesley read the book during tea time, and thought that the idea of the Creator being a sub was possible...
"And that concludes the report on Fontaine." Neuvillette concluded his report. You only hummed in response as you looked around the room. the Archons were there and some acolytes were also present in the meeting. You felt as if they have something they want to ask but is holding themselves back.
'...Is it about the book...? Fuck, why did it have to be so accurate...' you thought.
You cleared your throat, "I'm sure all of you are aware of a certain book going around." you spoke up, their minds started scrambling, thinking that you would be upset and angry that they haven't found the author yet. "Your Grace, we are all working hard to hunt down the author and imprison whoever they are." Zhongli spoke up, you shook your head.
"No need, it's... An interesting book." you told them, you cleared your throat again, trying to ease your embarrassment. That book ended on a cliff hanger too! No way in hell were you going to imprison the author after writing an accurate potrayal of you!
Everyone didn't show it in their face but they were shocked, but even more shocked at how red your ears are while you tried to keep a calm face. Did this mean that you didn't mind the potrayal of the book about you?! Or are you truly a sub?! Do you just like the book?! What is it???!! HOW IS IT INTERESTING??!!? Their minds were filled with unanswered questions.
Word spread to Tevyat really fast, and as soon as they heard that you called the book interesting, it just added more fuel in the debates about you being a sub or a dom. Like two groups in the same fandom fighting for their non canon ship! The book would still be treated like an illegal book, a guilty pleasure.
#genshin impact sagau#genshin sagau#genshin x reader#sagau#self aware genshin#genshin impact x reader#genshin sagau x reader#sagau x reader
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does twee have a job??? i know you mentioned her being pogue turned kook, im wondering if sheâs kept a job she had as a pogue đ¤âŚ.
TWEE!READER who is a cart girl! she started the job right before her father came into money and wanted to keep it. mainly because she misses the pogue lifestyle and working makes her feel less guilty about now living in a nice house.
she receives a lot of tips because the players think sheâs the cutest thing! rambunctious and teasing, having inside jokes with all the members. in her little cart girl uniform, tight polo and pleated skirt. her striped socks and maryjaneâs. hair always done up in some cute style. sheâs a natural born people pleaser and can happily stay afloat in the midst of these golf playing men. but only because she doesnât entertain their foul intentions, too naive to assume anything bad.
but she actually met rafe after her shift ended, parking the cart back in its âhomeâ and gathering her things. heâs just leaving when he passes her by, having been in the carolina sun all day golfing with his boys. theyâve since left and he found himself lingering just a bit more, hoping to catch that cute cart girl he saw at the ninth hole.
heâs handsome, thatâs the first thing she notices. and her mind races, hoping to maybe see him on her shift tomorrow. the daydreaming causes her to trip. thankfully, she caught herself before eating shit, not without attracting the attention of the cameron boy, though. his hands shooting out to her shoulders and steadying her.
âyou good?â
she smiles sheepishly, smoothing down her hair. twee nods and looks down at her shoes, frowning at the scuff on the leather of her new shoes. goddamnit. when she looks up at him again, eyes squinting in the setting sun, rafe feels his own smile twitching at the corner of his lips.
âsorryâ was just⌠thinkingâŚâ she trails off slightly.
rafe actually huffs out a laugh, and she becomes more embarrassed than before. her grimace makes his grin soften.
âdonât worry âbout it, yeah? sâall good.â
her little grin is adorable and rafe trails his eyes down her body when she turns to retrieve something from her cart. miles of smooth skin disappearing underneath that short skirt, he can just barely see the lace edge of her panties, until her dainty hand reaches back and pulls the skirt down a little.
âglad you caught me thenââ
his eyes snap up back to hers when she turns around with what he assumes is her purse, smirking and crossing his arms. her playfulness isnât lost on rafe and he finds himself reciprocating, flirting.
âoh, so itâs a habit of yours to trip into eligible bachelors?â
she giggles and rafe knows heâs in.
he sets his jaw, noticing her looking up at him through those dark lashes. she leans back against the cart and crosses one ankle over the other. rafeâs eyes are drawn to the movement and trail slowly up her legs. when he meets her eyes again, she has a knowing smile on her cute face.
âbet you, uh, get a lotta these dudes in trouble, huh?â
the way she cocks her head to the side, an innocent gleam in her eyes, makes his shorts feel just that much tighter. her voice is soft and unsure when she replies, âwhaddaya mean?â
rafe shrugs, smiling lazily and scratching his ear. âpretty thing like you workinâ here⌠dunno, âm sure it makes it hard to focus on golfâŚâ
her huff paired with an eye roll makes his chest swell. he can see the smile sheâs biting back and chuckles, fishing his phone out of his pocket.
âyâknow iâ i gotta see you somewhere other than here, if you wannaâŚâ he mumbles lowly, holding the device out.
âyâgonna get me fired, rafeâŚâ she teases.
his name has never sounded so good. rafe places his other hand hand over his heart, grinning at the giggle she lets out at his dramatic gesture.
âi promise, kid, swear on mâlife. just one date?â
heâs putting on the works, he knows; charming smirk and narrowing eyes. but, twee is just a girl, in every sense of the word. so when she walks off after giving him her number, hundred dollar tip the handsome boy said was âall fâyouâ tucked into her bra strap and a promise to text him her work schedule, she canât hide the smile growing on her face.
rafe canât hide his either, shaking his head and stuffing his phone back in the pocket of his golf shorts. walking out to his truck, he canât think of anything else but the apple hairclip she was wearing and that little grin that made his heart stutter.
#twee!reader#fanfic#outer banks#rafe cameron#rafe cameron imagine#rafe outer banks#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron prompt#rafe cameron fanfic#rafe obx#obx smut#obx x reader#obx fanfiction#obx imagine
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Thinking about doting woozi awakened something in me hnnng something about a tsundere man being soft is so fucking cute like you just KNOW he'd be so awkward abt it at first but as soon as he knows that you like it and even WANT IT from him he'd be the softest man on earth
content: bf!woozi, established relationship, pure fluff, woozi is starving for affection and doesnt know how to react to it!!
wc: 610
a/n: i know this wasnt a request but i had to turn it into a little drabble bc im so obsessed with him and wanna take care of him so badly i just need to manifest that need into writing</3
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the first time you took care of jihoon was subtle. it barely went noticed by him at first, but when he realized, he couldn't help but recoil to himself. it was odd, really, to have someone care for you in subtle ways. it wasn't expected.
in reality, it had been quite simple. walking into his home studio, he almost missed it due to his organizational habits, but upon closer inspection it was obvious. you had cleaned up.
not only had you done the usual superficial upkeep that he was accustomed to doing, but you'd dusted! you'd moved every figurine, every bit of equipment, every movable object, basically, and dusted it before placing it right back where it belonged. the air smelled clean too, courtesy of your good taste in cleaning products.
the cleanliness gave him a newfound energy, especially due to knowing it had been your act.
next time he saw you, he was a bit embarrassed to thank you, but still managed a hug and a suspicious 'love you' murmured against your lips without any further explanation.
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cleaning his home studio became a more common occurrence after a while. jihoon had at some point formally expressed his gratitude for it, but also added the lack of need for it. he felt badly having you clean for him, so he shyly stumbled his way into telling you that it was okay! he wouldn't want you to tire yourself with such a task!
this was met with a squeeze at his hip and a giggle as you let him know that you didn't mind. he was rarely at home while you worked from home, so cleaning just became a natural part of your day.
he accepted this with warmth in his stomach. it was nice that it didn't feel like a responsibility to you. you just did it because you wanted to help him. he liked being helped.
this came along with various other acts of service you'd do without question. acts which continued to make jihoon's heart flurry with a mixture of gratitude and bashfulness.
the list was quite long, once he took a minute to really think about it.
you'd drop in with lunch for him and his bandmates every so often (which was quite a feat considering the number of friends he had), you'd brush his hair any time he let it grow a little more (claiming you just had that magic touch â which, granted, you did), suddenly he'd have socks on his feet when he woke up on a cold night, would find a brand newly knitted scarf on his way out the door in the morning, his kitchen would be stocked with his favorite coffee mix. there were too many tiny details to count.
jihoon always tried to return the favor, but would always feel like he lacked. no one in this world could compare to how doting you were, he'd decided.
worst of all was the viscerally embarrassing way in which he'd react at your acts of service.
he'd always known himself to be bad at receiving love, but he had thought that being with you would teach him a thing to do. the reality was, though, that the stuttering and the blush on his cheeks would just become a staple every time you so much as removed an eyelash from his cheek.
he sometimes wondered to himself, did you realize? how affection-starved he was? how much he truly appreciated your affections despite being the worst at verbalizing this gratefulness?
but the answer was found in the kiss pressed to his cheek any time he'd stutter his way through a 'thank you, i love you.'
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