#to be fair though; middle school just be like that
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
was anyone going to tell me that âoh no!â by marina is, in fact, satire, and not, in fact, a guideline on how to live? or was i just supposed to figure that out at age 20 after derailing and sabotaging my life and dealing with crippling burn out?
#oh no!#marina#i heard this song at age 12 and i was like âwow this is so relatable!!!â and never stopped to consider whether that was a good thing#people always called me cold because i was blunt and ambitious and passionate (autistic)#so when i heard marina sing âi know exactly what i want and who i want to be/i know exactly why i walk and talk like a machine.ââ#i just felt so seen#who cares if they donât think i have a heart?? i know who i am and where iâm going.#i think it was all just a coping mechanism because i wasnât liked as a kid. so i compensated by being smart#but then compensating by being smart turned into a pressure and iâve been spiralling and losing sense of my own identity ever since#and then i ended up being a formerly smart former child who was never liked#this got wayyy deeper than i meant the joke to be#looking back; i probably shouldâve been getting mental help since i gained consciousness#or maybe i shouldâve been sent to a psychiatric hospital in middle school#to be fair though; middle school just be like that#pink is ranting in the tags again
1 note
·
View note
Text
dealing with assigned reading like
#[slams sop/risk assessment s h u t]#throwback to lit class from a g e s ago though⊠my year happened to be the last year that was assigned this book about two rivals to besties#but the assigned reading for lit from the literal âšn e x tâš year on was p e rc.y jac k son and i was l i k e (ÊâżÊ)#it wasnât fair at all s o b s pj was my claim to temporary fame in school <-was that moron whom everyone borrowed the entire series from lol#i should reread that series soon⊠<-in the middle of reading/rereading many other series concurrently#i should be sleeping thoughhhhh. itâs like 3 in the am and i gotta get up in 3 hours for workkkk.#b u t i forgot how to fall asleep. sadge. so im just stuck watching puzzle/cube solving vids instead ig#to think that i used to be able to fall asleep standing up smh⊠how the âmightyâ have fallen#it is suiyoubi my dudes
17 notes
·
View notes
Text
Oh shit I forgot how dark this series was. And yet, middle school me did not bat a single eye
#âyeah could you choose a few kids to save from this classâ âuhhhh sureâ#âthank you for this foodâ *is eating a person*#2-D induced genocide whoo#seriously middle school me literally just said âthis is fineâ#to be fair though i understood like 50% of it the first time round#the next time i picked the series up was in high school#3 body problem#remembrance of earth's past#âthe universe is decaying and everything still alive there is hostile and cruelâ âyeah sounds about rightâ â...â
2 notes
·
View notes
Note
you will never be too old to find someone for you. society puts a lot of emphasis on dating in high school or right after but in reality the number of people who stay in those relationships untill marriage is low. real life doesnt prioritize those years! you are never done meeting people who will love you and you will love too. there is no timer ticking down. 24 is not too old, i promise.
i know youâre right đđđ idk why i have issues abt this bc most of the ppl i spend time w / follow on inst*gram (where i saw that post đ„Ž) / etc are at least a couple yrs older than me if not decades and also in most cases didnât meet their person until they were around my age or older so itâs like why not enjoy the ride and just trust that itâll all fall into place bc ur teens and 20s are definitely not as stable or happy or whatever as theyâre made out to be sometimes. i think i just need to stop looking at social media that isnât tumblr and find a different counselor and learn how to drive đ
#asks#purrs#tysm for this though. also yes youâre so right itâs not just romantic love that matters and i definitely have a lot of friendships in my#life thst are legitimately the only things keeping me afloat and i will make new friends and cherish the exisitjgn friendships too. i think#i am ermmmm just a little mentally ill and need to unfollow some ppl LOL. like last yr i had a meltdown after watching an actress i like (đ„Ž#make a video abt how she just got engaged to her middle school sweetheart and instead of feeling hopeful (or u know⊠happy for her) i just#felt jealous and hopeless and thatâs not good or fair bc she deserved that so much and it was not about me AT ALL! but yeah. idk what im#sayi ng im just in a bad mood and being insane. but ty for this reminder augh#also i will answer other asks eventually i promise i just saw this in my notifs and had the energy to reply. i have so many more and i will#get to them someday soon i hope. which reminds me another reason why i am scared iam foreveralone is bc i have the SMALLEST social battery#in the whole world and i just get overwhelmed by messages and hide without even opening them lol. but i appreciate them and i need to try t#get better. ok im typing a lot ummm embarrassing.. back to da dash#reminder
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
Not sure how to insert a read more on mobile so this post about my personal experiences with transphobia and ableisn will be in the tags only đ
#there was this teacher in middle school who I had for two days due to like a station rotation activity with my actual teacher#and when i was in middle school i mostly passed as a boy#but im afab and was just using she her pronouns. essentially presenting myself to the world as a gender nonconforming cis girl.#i was aware and comfortable with the fact that my gender was more fucked up than that but i wasnt out for a variety of reasons anyways#i digress#this teacher refused to call me by my name (the name my parents gave me. on my birth certificate) or use she/her pronouns for me#she called me he and it and told me i wasn't fooling anyone with this nonsense#multiple students - one of which consistently bullied me - corrected her on my gender and pronouns and she wouldn't listen#she even complained to my actual teacher in front of me and referred to me as 'that thing'#and this was humiliating and it was scary but more than anything it was exhausting bc by this point I was very accustomed#to being misgendered and dehumanized by my peers it didnt even strike me as particularly concerning that this person in authority was#so blatantly bent on this path#and to be fair i was dehumanized by other people in authority but usually for my autism not my gender. that was more my peers#anyways. i just found she died last August#and I'm like really struggling with feelings of guilt because I'm honestly a little glad she's dear#dead*#even though I only had those few interactions with her#anyways#i was in the same year as her grandaughter. and i know what its like to lose a family member you love#who is deeply flawed#and i know she was important to a lot of disadvantaged kids#whatever. it doesn't matter really how I feel. it's not like I have to talk to anybody who knew her ever again#tw ableism#tw transphobia#if you read all that you deserve some kind of award
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
shout out to breathe carolina for The Song Lyric Ever with this absolute gem of a line from mistakes
i think the only thing that can come close to topping it is this lyric from the exact same song lmao
#this post is phrased as a bit but i legitimately do love this song lmao#both for nostalgia reasons (i first heard it in middle/high school) and just because. i really fucking like it lmao#to be fair though my threshold for liking songs is Not High so your mileage may vary#marshy speaks
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Is my mental health the worst it's been since leaving uni and being diagnosed properly? Yes! Are me and jo trying to do everything to avoid becoming homeless and placed in emergency housing even though no other authority seems to care very much about that? Yes! But did I have the ingredients for a mountain of bruschetta and did it make me feel a little better? Also yes!
#Blog post#Things have descended in the housing front ngl#The council is refusing to allow us to apply for council housing together bc I don't provide 24/7 care for Jo even though I do a fair bit#And we will both be much worse apart#We asked them to send the report and the name of our caseworker so we can appeal it#And turns out there's no written report and we don't have a caseworker 'bc there's just the 3 of us' which!!!!#Don't even know where to start with that!!!#We asked them to send something to us so they sent and e-mail saying that they're refusing our joint application bc it's not in the policy#And then attached the policy#Like!!! Not even citing specific paragraphs or rules!! We had to go through it#We've had one viewing in like a year/year and a half#And apparently we were in the final two for consideration but they chose a family so the kid didn't have to change school#Which like yeah changing school sucks especially in the middle of the year#But they would survive!#70% of landlords will not rent to people on benefits!!#Also many landlords won't allow basic accessibility changes to the property and she would#Yes I am bitter about a child's welfare and no it's not a good look#It really sucks me and jo are trying everything to not end up in emergency housing and like everyone else is trying to do the opposite#Can anyone just like real quick systemically change the entire housing market or the council house system? Like as a prank??
1 note
·
View note
Text
Last time I went to the village to buy bread I saw a woman in the street who was dressed like a 19th-century peasant, complete with a thick old-timey accent with dialect words no one uses anymoreâshe was telling a little group of people to follow her so of course I had to drop everything and follow her too.
And it turned out she was a theatre actress who has read a lot of local archives in libraries and town halls, and offered her services to organise guided tours of various villages to tell people about local history in a fun way, by playing characters who lived here in the Middle Ages, the 19th century, or WWII. It's such a cool idea! I talked to her for a bit after the visit and she said she wasn't sure it'd work / attract enough people, but she had groups of tourists + local families show up for the visit every week, in every village where she did this, so she think she'll be hired again next summer.
When I joined their group she was talking about WWII, and how my & other nearby villages were known by the Nazis and Vichy as a hotbed of terrorists, with some Gestapo officers killed in bomb attacks. (In retaliation the Nazis eventually rounded up 100+ locals and deported them to camps, as well as shooting a few.) I was mostly familiar with WWII anecdotes from the North-East, where my grandparents lived during the war, and I found it funny how different they soundedâmy grandfather made Resistance activities sound well-planned and careful (espionage, sabotage, underground presses, infiltrating railway services etc) while oral histories around here make them sound a lot more spontaneous andâhandcrafted? like "Emile brought what we needed for the bomb in his wheelbarrow hidden under a layer of straw and we exploded 2 Nazis."
We then went to visit the former girls' school, and I learnt a lot about my country's history of education for girls! Also it was really sweet because there was an old lady in our group who had attended this school as a child and had lots of school memories to share. Most of them were very wholesome, until eventually our tour guide went "Surely you also have some School Mischief to tell us about" and the old woman at first was like no no no no, I was a good girl. And then she conceded that when she had to sort lentils for the nuns' dinner and she resented one of them for berating her in class, she'd do a shit job on purpose and leave some little stones in the lentils.
Then our last step was the fairground where the town fair was (and is still) held, and our tour guide told us little 19th-century anecdotes (in-character, more like acting them out) that she'd found in old postcards and letters in the archivesâhow the town fair was where you'd go for your dentist appointment (i.e. to have your bad teeth pulled with pliers with no pain medicine) and to get any object repaired, like damaged pans or clogs; how there were dancing bears and performing monkeys; how one year the merchant who sold linen for women's trousseaus had her linen display trampled "by 300 cows" (might have been an exaggeration) and she hit the cow herder and it started a massive brawl.
My favourite anecdote was how back in the 1800s the local innkeeper was frustrated by the fact that the nearest village is just 10km away, and people who came to the fair often decided to go spend the night there so their journey back the next day would be less long, and so he started to tell them about the beast that lives under the bridge between the two villages. Travellers say horses go mad when they see it and just jump into the water. Some say the beast has dug up corpses from the cemetery because it likes human flesh, though of course it prefers it fresh. I'm now convinced half of local legends were single-handedly created by business savvy innkeepers determined to get more customers than the rival inn 10km away.
I'm sad I only learnt about these visits at the end of summer when they're coming to an end, but I'll definitely follow this woman around again if she returns with more stories next year!
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
on my knees - choi seungcheol
masterlist
summary: your best friend and roommate is out of the country, and you come home to find nothing short of a disaster. who else would you have called but her brother?
word count: ~9k oops
a/n: I have no fucking clue what happened to me, but I just started writing and then didn't stop for like 4 hours so. here you go. you're welcome and also I'm sorry.
18+ MDNI!! warnings under the cut!
warnings: heavy kissing, seungcheol is the epitome of a Simp, p in v sex, unprotected sex (don't), oral sex (f receiving), slight size kink, let me know if I missed something!
You had been best friends with Sua since you were both six years old. One of the older boys had pushed you onto the ground, wanting to be ahead of you in the line for the slide. Most of the other kids had laughed as tears started pouring down your cheeks, your knee rubbed red and raw and your pretty dress covered in dust and gravel.
âAre you really so immature you canât even wait your turn?â a small voice had piped up.
Through the haze of your tears, you had seen a pretty black-haired girl kneel down to help you out. She had brushed away the worst of the dirt from your dress, and leaned in to look at your knee.
âI donât know much about scrapes,â she said thoughtfully, âbut I think you should clean it. Thatâs what my mom always says to me and my brother.â Then she smiled before standing up and glaring at the boy again. âYouâre a poopyhead, and I will never play with you.â
Thinking back on it as adults, you always laughed at her phrasing; even more amusing was the way the little boy had taken Suaâs comment way too seriously and tried to fight her in the playground. Before any of the adults had been able to intervene, Suaâs older brother had stepped between the two of them menacingly, arms crossed across his chest. He was three years older, so the other boy quickly back-tracked when faced with Seungcheolâs nine-year old frame. After the little boy had run away out of fear, crying, the two siblings had helped you off the ground and to your parents.
The rest was history; playdates as children, study dates in middle and high school, and spending every single summer vacation together. You had gone from climbing trees to shopping at the mall, and from learning the alphabet to crying your way through chemistry together. Well, you more than her, but still. The suffering was mutual.
Your dynamic remained largely unchanged throughout the years. You were the crier, and Sua was the fixer. You hated the way you cried at the smallest inconveniences, and often felt bad for Sua for having to fix it, but she always said it was cute. She said you were just like that, and that was okay. Sua had her own quirks, mainly being quick to anger - you reassured her that you didnât mind holding her back from fights and silencing her before she could yell insults at undeserving people, so really, you were the same. Just, you know, in a different way.
Another thing that never really changed was the way Seungcheol took care of the both of you. He helped out with homework when he could, taught Sua how to fight (truly a dubious decision considering her anger, but that was his business and not yours), and scared away any icky boys that were mean to you.
It was a very different dynamic to how other siblings seemed to act, but since you were an only child, you wouldnât really know. Though, to be fair, he seldom held back the snarky comments when the opportunity presented itself. He would roll his eyes whenever you cried, call Sua an idiot when she didnât understand a math problem, and generally be a dick when you played games together. It was all in good fun, you supposed.
Now, being 24 years old and two years out of college, Sua was your roommate and your rock. She was the one who put up with your generally messy habits and lack of cooking acumen, and she only complained once a month or so. In return, you were the one to make sure bills were paid on time and keep the freezer stocked with ice cream during the hot summer months. A symbiotic relationship, if youâd ever seen one.
You saw significantly less of Seungcheol, though he was far from an uncommon fixture in your household. He knew the code for the keypad on the door, so sometimes he just showed up unannounced to raid your kitchen and take a nap on your couch, but you didnât mind. He did tend to fix anything that was broken and clean up whatever you couldnât be bothered to, so the transaction was fair in your opinion.
One fateful Tuesday, you received a call during your lunch break at work. Usually, you wouldnât answer, preferring to take your 45 minutes to scroll down your social media feeds aimlessly while eating your food, but Sua had always had special privileges, so you picked up anyway.
âHey, sorry, I know Iâm interrupting your scheduled vegetable time,â she started, and you snorted in response.
âI am not eating anything with vegetables in it, and I think you know it.â You were opening the store-bought lunchbox while speaking, your phone tucked between your elbow and your cheek.
âIf I didnât cook you dinner every day, you would have scurvy,â she shot back without a secondâs hesitation. âNo, dumbass, I meant your own brain-turning-to-vegetable time. Duh.â
âOh, that,â you replied, unphased by her insults and generally snarky tone. You were used to it. And also kind of deserved it.
âYeah. Well anyway, something came up at work and Iâm gonna have to take an unscheduled work trip.â
âCool. Where to?â
âTokyo, so not that far,â she sighed, and you could picture her running her fingers through her hair. She never did well with unexpected travel plans. âI have to leave tonight. I just thought Iâd let you know, so you can make plans to get takeout tonight.â
You scoffed down the line, placing a forkful of bulgogi in your mouth and chewing quickly. God bless convenience store lunchboxes. âI know how to take care of myself, mom.â
âDonât talk with your mouth full, you slob.â Again, you could picture Suaâs nose crinkling in disgust. âIâm kidding, by the way. I know you can take care of yourself. Just letting you know Iâm leaving so you donât think Iâve been kidnapped or killed or something.â
âThank God I donât have to deal with the paperwork for a missing person,â you deadpanned and took a drink of your Sprite. âNo but for real, enjoy the trip. Iâll be fine, and so will you.â
âThanks,â your best friend sighed back. âIâll be back in a week or so. Iâm gonna go home and pack now, so if anythingâs a mess when you get home- actually, nevermind. That doesnât bother you at all. Bye.â
âHey-â you started to protest, but the line went dead and you rolled your eyes.
Well. At least now you could have sushi for dinner without having to listen to Sua complain about the smell of raw fish.
You were so ready to become a couch potato as soon as you came home. One of the new employees at work, Jun, had screwed up a pretty important document, so youâd had to stay late and help him fix it. It wasnât his fault, he was still new, but you were tired nonetheless. You took your shoes off by the door and turned the lights on in the kitchen, placing the bag of takeout on the counter before you heard it.
The water.
You had never had any issues with the pipes in your apartment, but something had obviously gone wrong with the pipes under the bathroom sink, because the floor was absolutely flooded. You gasped and shut your eyes tightly for a second, willing the problem to be miraculously gone as soon as you opened them again. Alas, no such luck.
The tears pressed behind your eyes, begging to make their escape. You tried to hold them back as you thought about what to do to solve the problem. The faucet wasnât on, so it was definitely the pipes. Damn. You thought about calling the apartment management and asking for help, but their turnover time was two days at the best of times, and the office was already closed for the day. You heaved a deep sigh as you settled on the best option you could think of. You pressed the name in your contacts and begged the universe that he would pick up.
âWhatâs up?â
Seungcheol sounded relaxed and unbothered, and you could hear the chatter of a TV in the background. You hated to bother him, but hey, it was his little sisterâs apartment too. You cleared your throat to try and get rid of the thickness in your throat brought on by the tears.
âHey, Cheol,â you began, and you heard him sit up immediately and pause whatever was playing on the TV.
âWhatâs wrong, sweetheart?â
He sounded worried; he usually only called you an endearment when he was worried or teasing you. Clearing your throat had evidently not been enough to get rid of the tears in your voice. Some of them finally escaped in tracks down your cheeks, and you swore, leaning your forehead against the doorframe.
âSo uh, I just got home, and Sua isnât here because sheâs in Tokyo and I-â
âY/N, I donât care about Sua right now. I know sheâs fine, she landed half an hour ago. Whatâs going on with you?â
âThe guest bathroom is flooded, like completely, and I donât know what to do.â
You heard the rustling of clothes and what sounded like keys jingling through the phone. âJesus Christ, I thought you were fucking dying,â Seungcheol scolded, and you hiccupped a little, apologizing. âNo, donât worry darling, Iâm coming over to help, okay?â
âOkay.â
You were sniffling, and you heard him curse under his breath. You hung up after a quick goodbye, and then you were left alone with the mess again. Looking closer, you realized that the bath mat was soaked along with a towel left on the floor. You sighed and took your socks off, deciding to do something productive while waiting for your knight in shining armor.
You took a picture and sent it to Sua, who replied immediately with a bunch of question marks and swear words directed to the apartment management. She also realized they would be no help at this hour. Great.
Once the soaked bath mat and towel were hung up and dripping into the tub as opposed to the flooded floor, you started clearing out some of the decorations that were taking up floor space. There was a giant plant, two laundry baskets, and a really heavy wooden dresser that held all your clean towels - you didnât want the wood to rot.
You heard the door open while you were in the process of moving the plant. Honestly, you should have waited for Seungcheol to move this one; the plant was heavy as fuck and really awkward to carry, and you could feel your back protesting before you had even gotten it outside of the bathroom.
âWhat the hell, Y/N.â
The voice was closely followed by a pair of hands grabbing the plant from you and heaving it outside of the door in mere seconds. Showoff.
âAre you okay?â Seungcheol asked after placing the plant down on a towel, grabbing your upper arm gently. You nodded, and he sighed, squeezing your arm. âLetâs see the- oh fuck.â
You couldnât help it, you started laughing. Hysterically. The bathroom floor was covered in two inches of water, and the sound of more spraying out was echoing off the walls. Your best friendâs brother glared at you for two seconds before he started laughing too. It wasnât funny, but it kind of was. How had this even happened? And how had Sua not seen anything when she was home to pack?
âSorry, Cheol,â you giggled, wiping under your eyes to get rid of the tears that were still falling. Typical. âI, uh, wanted to move the plant and the dresser to make more room and-â
âDarling, that plant was almost heavier than you are. Not to mention that dresser. What were you thinking?â
His voice soothed your panic. He had been solving your problems for the past eighteen years, after all; this was nothing he couldnât handle. He looked ruffled, you realized. He had been relaxing after a long day at work when you called, and had gotten to your apartment as fast as he could just to help you. And now he was here, being all nice and caring and calling you sweet names. You felt like a stupid child.
âI-Iâm sorry. For calling you, I shouldnât have, I-â
âAbsolutely not. You can call me about anything at any time, you got that?â he asked sternly, gazing directly into your eyes. You swallowed, but nodded. His words gave you unwelcome butterflies, the intensity of his gaze making you look away.
âGot it,â you replied when a nod didnât seem to be enough for him. âUhm, so how do we deal with this?â
For a moment, the only sound you could hear was the steady spray of water coming from under the sink. You realized that all the products underneath would be useless now, and you would probably have to change out the entire cabinet housing the pipes. You felt a migraine start a steady throb against your temples, and you deflated even more, resting against the doorway.
âItâs okay, Iâll fix it for you, darling,â Seungcheol said softly, pulling you in for a hug. Your stomach erupted in butterflies again. You seriously needed some psychological help. âJust go change, okay? You must be exhausted.â
You shook your head, but relented when he lifted an eyebrow at you. You went to your room and closed the door. For a moment, you just stood there, staring at nothing. Your bathroom was flooded. And your best friendâs brother was helping you fix it, calling you sweet nicknames and saying shit straight out of a romance novel - as if your dumb crush on him needed any more encouragement. You sunk onto the edge of your bed for a moment, just breathing deeply and blinking back more tears. Enough was enough.
When you were fourteen or so, youâd had a crush on Seungcheol. Who wouldnât? He was tall, pretty, smelled good, and helped you with your homework. Ever since then, it would come and go, usually at the most inopportune times. You appreciated his looks pretty often, particularly when he came over to fix stuff for you and Sua, but you tried not to think about it much - mostly out of self preservation. He was still pretty, still nice, still smelled good, and whenever you let your mind wander for more than five seconds, you knew you were in danger.
You definitely should get it under control. First of all, he had known you since you were six. He had seen all your weird phases, watched you find your own identity, and that came with some really cringy stuff. Additionally, you were his little sisterâs best friend. You had some loyalty to her, sure, but more than anything you were sure that he saw you as an extra sister or something. Considering the amount of time you had spent at their house growing up, that would only be logical.
Armed with the reminder of why he would never be into you, you shook it all off. You located your regular home attire - bike shorts and a big t-shirt which origins you forgot - and put your hair up and out of your face. Then you steeled yourself again, vowing not to cry at the sight of the water, and walked back towards the accursed bathroom.
You found Seungcheol on his knees in front of the open cabinet from where the water came. He was hunched over, hand in front of him to block some of the water and seemingly looking for something. His white t-shirt had been sprayed with water, and it was sticking to his chest. You gulped at the sight, repeating that he saw you as an annoying crybaby to yourself in order to stop the stupid butterflies that had seemingly taken up permanent residence in your guts.
âDo you need a flashlight or something?â you asked timidly, making him look up at you. He paused and blinked at you once, twice, before clearing his throat and nodding. You got out your phone and turned the flashlight on, carefully stepping in behind him so as not to splash him.
âI, uh, think we need to remove this middle shelf from the cabinet,â he said, having positioned himself to shield you from the spray.
âAlright,â you replied, placing your phone to the side and leaning to grab the shelf before being stopped by one of his hands. He had placed it carefully on bare skin so as not to get your clothes wet. Damn him. âWhat? Iâll just grab it and get it out of the way for you.â
He scoffed. âYouâll get wet.â
Now it was your turn to blink at him stupidly, eyes wide and questioning. You could feel your cheeks burning, as did your arm where his hand was resting. This stupid, stupid man was going to make you fall in love with him, and that just couldnât happen. At all.
âWho cares, Cheol? Itâs just water. Let me get it out of your way, and Iâll hold the flashlight again, okay?â
He grimaced, but let go of your arm. You grabbed both sides of the shelf and lifted it. It took a bit of pressure, but eventually it came loose. You backed up slowly and brought the shelf over the tub with the soaked bath mat and dirty towel. Gross.
Even though you had been fast, Seungcheol had been right; your entire torso was soaked with water. You decided that you could do something about it after the leak was dealt with, and so you just ignored it and grabbed your phone again. Your friend was staring at your front with a wrinkle between his brows, mouth open a little, and you rolled your eyes affectionately.
âCheol.â He looked up at you. âItâs fine. I know you wanted to shield me or whatever, but itâs just a shirt. Now please, help me solve this?â
He nodded wordlessly and turned back to the considerably more spacious cabinet, taking a deep breath. His pout was cute, and you hated your heart for beating faster at the sight of him.
Seungcheol seemed to finally have found what he was looking for, and reached into the cabinet. You altered the angle of the light to make sure he could still see what he was doing despite the shadow of his arm. He grabbed ahold of something and started tugging, his biceps flexing distractingly and his eyebrows screwing up in effort. You were definitely not holding the flashlight in a particularly helpful way anymore, but thankfully your helper didnât seem to mind.
After a second or two the water slowed before stopping completely, and you cheered out loud. The sound had somehow become grating after only an hour, and the silence was very much welcome. Seungcheol stood up with a wince, holding a hand to his back like an old man. Without thinking, you pulled him into you and gave him a bear hug. You felt tears prick at your eyes again, but held them back. You were just so grateful to have him.
âThank you, thank you, thank you!â
You felt him laugh against you before he wrapped an arm gently around you and returned the hug. You pressed your cheek to his chest, just standing there and enjoying the embrace for a while before your brain would inevitably come back online. You felt his chin press against the top of your head for a second before he pulled away suddenly.
âShit, sorry, Iâm all-â
âI said I donât care, stupid,â you scoffed, but your cheeks were definitely getting red now. How could you have just grabbed him like that? And embraced him? You would have cried if you hadnât been so tired your head felt like it was full of cotton.
Now that you thought about it, you were extremely tired. It felt like a movie effect, the way your blood pressure just suddenly dropped and you swayed to the side. You were expecting a splash and a very uncomfortable kiss with the tile floor, but instead you found yourself back in Seungcheolâs arms. Oh.
Again with the stupid romance novel shit. The universe was testing you for sure. How were you supposed to resist him, really? You were doomed. Even the thought of your infatuation with him being one-sided could no longer bring you back down to the ground. You were simply fucked.
âWhen was the last time you ate anything?â
And he cares? Fuck the universe, seriously.
âUhm, I think it was lunch. I stayed pretty late at work, so-â
âPlease tell me you have food.â
âY-Yeah. Itâs uh, itâs on the counter in the kitchen.â
Without hesitation, the man picked you up and carried you into the kitchen. Your heart was going crazy, as were the butterflies in your stomach. You were at a loss for words, just going limp in his arms as he brought you to the dining table and placed you on one of the chairs gingerly. You continued to simply blink at him as he disappeared back into the hallway and came back with his hoodie, pulling it over your head before disappearing into the kitchen.
You wanted to scream and kick your feet, because was this man even real? You had no idea how you had deluded yourself into thinking your feelings toward him were sisterly, because currently, your pussy was screaming for him to come ruin you. And honestly? Both your heart and your head kind of agreed at this moment. You were so screwed.
When he came back with your sushi all plated and a glass for the drink you had bought, you couldnât help but let the tears come back. You hated that you were so weepy, especially in front of a man you apparently were head over heels for, but it was just who you were. You were sad? You cried. Happy? Cried. Angry? Waterworks. You were helpless to it, and apparently to him, too.
âGood job picking up food on the way back home,â he teased, placing the plate in front of you. Then he poured your drink into your glass for you, promptly ignoring the way you were wiping your cheeks with the sleeve of his hoodie.
âShut up, Iâm an adult,â you pouted back. He snorted loudly and sank into the chair opposite you, looking at you as you picked up your chopsticks and got ready to eat.
âSometimes, maybe,â he drawled with a smirk. You glared at him, but your teary eyes had little to no effect, and you knew it. âIâm kidding, baby. I know.â
He was still studying your face as you placed the first piece of heaven into your mouth, sighing happily and smiling in delight. It made him smile, too, and you could have died at the sight of his dimples. At this point, you had just accepted the butterflies and their claim to your stomach; doing anything else seemed futile.
âIâm sorry Iâm so weepy, Cheol,â you said between bites, pouting a little. He shook his head but you interrupted him before he could speak. âNo, really. There was no reason to cry so much, or so many times, but I just- I donât know. I literally got home right before I called you, and that was, what? At around-â
â9.30.â
âYeah,â you sighed, leaning back in your chair and tilting your head back in exhaustion. â9.30. Iâm just tired, is what Iâm trying to say.â You sat back up and huffed, sending him an embarrassed smile.
âAnd what Iâm trying to say,â Seungcheol said while you readjusted the sleeves of his hoodie, âis to not worry about it. I know youâre an emotional person, but thatâs okay.â He paused for a second, smiling when you almost dropped your sushi into the soy sauce. âBeing emotional is just a tiny part of who you are. You excel at so much; itâs okay to have a few flaws. We all do, I promise. Besides, being emotional isnât really a flaw, itâs just part of being human.â
At this, you couldnât help but laugh a little. First of all, he was way too well-spoken to be a man in his twenties. Second of all, if he was implying that he, of all people, had any flaws, he was dead wrong. You had never seen him fail at anything, had never seen him do something awkward, even as a child. God, you wished he had, because maybe then he could have remained the brother of your best friend instead of becoming so incredibly meaningful to you.
âAs if you have any flaws,â you mumbled, sticking another piece of food in your mouth. At least the sushi was good.
âOh please, sweetheart. Iâm twenty-seven and single. Thereâs plenty wrong with me.â
You shook your head vehemently. âBeing single is not a flaw, you dummy. Itâs just a relationship status. Who cares.â
âAs if thatâs all it is,â he laughed back.
âOkay, so the fact that Iâm single reflects badly on me? â you asked, raising an eyebrow. âGood to know.â
Your plate was empty, and your chopsticks were resting on the edge of it. The only sound in the apartment was a steady, slow drip from the drying bath mat in the bathroom. You were staring at one another from across the table. Why the tension suddenly was so thick was anyoneâs guess. All you knew was that the air in your little kitchen suddenly felt suffocating.
âYouâre single?â he asked after a while, and you laughed a little.
âYeah, Cheol.â
âWhat about that dude, what was his name⊠Mingyu?â
âEw,â you said, wrinkling your nose. âGod no. We went on like, one date and then decided it was weird to be anything other than friends. He feels more like a brother than anything.â
âWhat about Chan?â
âWh- Chan? That was four years ago,â you laughed, shaking your head. At the curious tilt of his head, you kept going: âHe was fine, we just got stressed during college and broke up. It happens.â
Something about this line of questioning felt momentous, for a few reasons. One, he was inquiring about your dating life, a topic the two of you generally never talked about. Two, he remembered the name of potential partners that had been in your life, even ones that hadnât stuck around for long (or at all, in Mingyuâs case). And three⊠the way he looked at you was different. There was something in his gaze that you couldnât place, something you didnât know if you dared hope for.
âWell heâs obviously an idiot,â Seungcheol said under his breath. You were probably not supposed to hear it, but you did. Your heart stuttered in your chest as he looked at you guiltily, as if he had done something wrong. âI just meant that- uhm.â
A few seconds passed in silence. You barely dared to breathe. You were hoping he would keep going, hoping he would clarify before your thoughts went way too far again. The tension was so thick it could have been cut with a knife. Finally, he let out the heaviest sigh youâd ever heard.
âNo, you know what, I meant it. He was an idiot for breaking up with you, because anyone would be lucky to have you.â
Time stopped. What do you say after that? You wanted to scream with joy and jump his bones, of course, but you couldnât exactly do that. What if he didnât mean it like that? If he didnât feel the way you hoped he was implying? Because he, or more specifically his sister, was such a huge part of your life, and awkwardness was just not an option.
âAre-â you started, but blinked and started over. âAre you⊠serious?â
âOf course I am, Y/N.â He sounded almost exasperated. He ran a hand through his slightly damp hair, making it fall over his forehead in the most attractive way you had ever seen. Fucking. Unfair. âIâm not- I mean. I get it if you donât feel the same or anything, but-â
âFeel what, exactly?â When he stared at you in confusion, you elaborated. âPlease be clear with me, Cheol. I donât want to keep guessing.â
It had come out as a whisper, but he had heard you. His expression softened, and the wrinkle between his brows disappeared. His mouth was slightly open as he seemingly looked for the right words. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and you almost felt it in your throat.
âBaby,â he started, and it made your breath hitch. âI donât think Iâve ever met someone as dense as you are.â
âHey!â
âNo, seriously,â he kept going, not a single trace of evidence that he was joking, âdo you actually mean to tell me you donât know how I feel about you?â
âLook, I donât-â
âI guess you donât, and in that case, thatâs my bad.â He got up from his chair and rounded the table, crouching next to your chair and grabbing your hand. âI am so ridiculously into you, itâs not even funny. Sua literally wonât stop teasing me about it, neither will my parents or my friends. No matter how hard I try I canât stop thinking about you, but Iâm honestly not sure I would want to even if I could. You mean so much to me, Y/N, and I really donât want to be overbearing but I- fuck, I canât-â he shuts his eyes in an attempt to collect himself, âI love you, baby, and if you donât feel the same thatâs fine, but I at least need you to know that Iâm on my goddamn knees for you.â
Your glass, still containing some of your soda, toppled over from the force with which you left your chair. The way you threw yourself at Seungcheol forced him back, but you took the opportunity and placed yourself in his lap as you kissed him deeply. It took him half a second to respond, but then he was kissing you so ardently that you never wanted him to stop.
His arm wrapped around you from behind and pressed you to his chest. You could not give less of a shit that he was sprawled on your kitchen floor, or that you were down there with him, because you were kissing him. You were kissing the man that you most definitely had been in love with since you were a teenager, and fuck did it feel good.
âI, uh, take it you feel the same, then?â he asked after having reluctantly pulled away. You pressed your forehead to his.
âI bet that I have loved you longer.â You were breathing heavily, already missing the feeling of his lips on yours.
âAbsolutely not,â he replied before kissing you again.
This time, you couldnât hold back. You nibbled gently on his lower lip before soothing it over with your tongue. Seungcheol groaned deep in his chest and brought his left hand into your hair, pressing you even closer to him. He opened his mouth, letting your tongue tangle with his, and you felt the way he became jelly underneath you. You were not faring much better, your panties hot and sticky and your hands shaking. Despite this, you snaked one hand into his hair and tugged on it; his hips jumped in response, the action seemingly completely involuntary. You didnât think youâd ever experienced anything hotter.
âPlease, baby,â he heaved as you trailed your lips down his neck, âI canât take it.â
You rolled your hips against his slowly, and that seemed to be his breaking point. He rolled you underneath him before standing up and taking you with him, carrying you into your bedroom while you followed the shape of his jaw up to his ear with your mouth. A shudder streaked through him as you sucked on the spot behind his left ear, his arms tightening around you and a hoarse moan leaving him.
You barely noticed him closing your bedroom door, only brought back to reality by the sensation of falling when he dropped you on your bed. You whined at the loss of contact, which made him smile; he loved the way you craved him, because honestly, he felt the exact same way about you. So he was quick to cover your body with his, his lips back on yours with a shuddered sigh from the both of you.
He felt so big above you, and yet you felt so safe. Not once had he done anything to hurt you. In fact, he had always been the one to take care of you and prevent you from being hurt. (Along with Sua, but you didnât really want to think about her at that moment). His weight on top of you made you shudder in delight, your hands starting to wander. You played with the hem of his white t-shirt, still damp from the earlier bathroom catastrophe, but you didnât care at all. All you wanted was to feel his skin against yours.
He was breathing as if he had run a marathon when he pulled away from your lips. He stared into your eyes, looking for any sign of reluctance, but not finding any.
âAre you sure, darling?â he asked, and your heart swelled about three sizes.
âIâm so sure, Cheol. Please, please, I need you.â You were properly whining now, but you were far past caring.
âOkay baby, okay,â he breathed, pulling away to get his shirt up and over his head. He was about to lay back over you, but froze and let his eyes wander your body. He shut his eyes, his forehead wrinkling once again as he took a few deep breaths. âYou in my hoodie and underneath me, I canât- Y/N, baby, I need a second, Iâm so-â
You giggled a little before grabbing the hem of said hoodie, pulling it up and over your head. Apparently, that didnât help, as Seungcheolâs grip on the sheets tightened and he cursed under his breath.
âI thought this would be better,â you said in confusion, blinking up at him.
âIâm actually going to die,â he gritted out, sounding as if he was genuinely in pain. âI donât think you realize what seeing you in a wet t-shirt did to me earlier, sweetheart. What itâs doing to me now is just torture.â You flushed at his words, having forgotten that little detail. âWait. Is that my shirt?â You glanced down and flushed even more when you realized it must be. âFuck, gonna be the death of me, gonna fucking-â
He cut himself off by pressing his lips against yours again. Your head immediately got fuzzy again, the only thought you could formulate being that of his dick inside of you. When he ground his hips against yours and you felt the outline of it, you let out the most sinful moan Seungcheol has ever heard, which caused his hips to keep grinding into you without his brainâs permission. You disconnected your lips from his for just long enough to pull your wet shirt off your alarmingly hot body, and the man on top of you didnât even have the strength to look at you without a shirt. He might actually have came in his pants if he did.
You didnât even mind, because you finally had his skin pressed against yours. The heat of him poured over you, driving you absolutely insane and making you whimper against his lips. If he didnât do something in the next minute, you would just have to take care of yourself.
âCheol-â
âPlease say it again,â he begged, his lips trailing down your neck toward your breasts.
âCheol,â you sighed, and he moaned against your skin, his dick grinding perfectly against your clit even through four layers of fabric. You barely recognized your own sounds even as you felt them leave your lips, so high on his proximity you couldnât have produced a thought if you tried.
When you repeated his name one more time he finally closed his lips around your right nipple, his deft fingers playing with the other and his cock still pressing deliciously against your pussy. Your hips lifted to grind back on him, and he actually whined for you.
âSeungcheol,â you whined, and his only response was a harsh thrust of his hips and another whine. âPlease, take my shorts off, I need you to fuck me so bad.â
He let go of your nipple, chuckling as he looked into your eyes and dragged his hands down to rest on your hips. âWant these off?â he asked, flicking the elastic of your bike shorts against your skin. You nodded frantically, pressing your hips up into his again. He looked like he wanted to protest, so you decided to do the only logical thing and beg for his cock.
âCheol, please please please, take my shorts off? I need it, please,â you begged, your eyes big and innocent as you stared into his. âI want your cock, baby, want it inside me, please.â
Honestly, it was no surprise that his confident facade crumbled along with his will to tease you any longer. If he was telling the truth, and you had no reason not to believe him, he had been in love with you for a long time. You had played dirty by begging him for his cock when he had already been on the verge of losing his mind - especially with those big, innocent eyes of yours. How was he supposed to say no to you?
âEvil, evil woman, fuck,â he muttered to himself as he all but tore the shorts down your legs along with your panties.
The sight of you, his absolute dream, naked beneath him made him believe in God for two whole seconds, for who could have accomplished something like you but an almighty deity? He must have shaped you with his own two hands, he thought, before coming back to his senses and thinking that no, you were a creation of your own. No one but you could have accomplished something like you.
With very little preamble, Seungcheol lowered himself between your thighs, kissing up the inside of each thigh as he went. He looked up and met your gaze, and you had never seen a more erotic sight. Sure, other people had gone down on you before, but none of them had been Seungcheol; none of them had been the one that counted. His big brown eyes met yours, and you swore you saw raw hunger in them.
âMay I, baby? Please?â
âYou- Youâre begging to eat me out?â you asked, in complete and utter shock. You had figured this was somewhat of a chore to him, something that needed to be done both to woo you and to prep you for his cock. One look at his glazed eyes had you changing your mind.
âYes,â he said without hesitation. His voice was hoarse and his eyes desperate, that simple look giving you enough material for many fantasies in the future. âPlease, let me eat you out?â
What were you supposed to do, say no? Absolutely not. You simply nodded at him, and he fucking dove for it. His tongue explored your folds gently but firmly, and as soon as the flavor of you met his taste buds, he was in heaven. His hips ground into the mattress of their own volition as he was lapping at you, his tongue mapping you out and figuring out what brought you the most pleasure.
Seungcheolâs eyes were shut in pleasure, your juices covering his chin all the way up to his nose, but he couldnât think of anything better. He wanted to drown in you, on his stomach between your legs, or - if he was allowed to dream - underneath you while you were grinding all over his face, taking all the pleasure you could from him.
You werenât exactly complaining, either. His tongue felt divine, moving to gently circle your clit before he sucked it into his mouth. When your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging in pleasure, your lover let out a grunt that sent vibrations traveling through your entire body.
âF-Fingers, Cheol, please-â
He just grunted an affirmative and pressed his middle finger into you slowly. The warmth surrounding his finger drove him insane, making his hips press harder against the mattress and his eyes squeeze tighter. Having something to clench down on brought your pleasure to even greater heights, and you started to feel the familiar tightening signaling your release. You had felt the outline of his dick earlier, and you knew you would need another finger to make him fit.
âAnother, I need you to fit later, baby.â
Your voice came out shaky, but the man consuming your pussy like it was the best meal heâd ever had didnât seem to mind. He simply let his ring finger join his other inside you, grunting when he felt how tight you were around him. The tightening in your lower belly grew more and more intense by the second, the filthy noises of Seungcheol devouring you bringing you that much closer to the edge. You let out a mewl that sounded like it came straight from a porno, and felt his grip tighten on your thigh.
âIâm so close, baby, so close, please-â
âCome for me,â he growled hoarsely before resuming his delicious torture of your clit.
You followed his request a second later, moaning loudly and squirming around on the bed. His free hand pressed down over your hips to keep you still as he coaxed you through it, and he didnât stop until the overstimulation almost hurt.
His fingers left your pussy gently, absolutely covered in your slick. You blushed as he put them in his mouth, moaning at the flavor as if you were the best thing heâd ever tasted. And to him, you were. He would remember the flavor of you until the day he died.
Your chest was rising and falling as you gulped down air. The way Seungcheol couldnât help but grind into the mattress again made you want to cry, because how could he be so perfect? And how could he want you, of all people?
When he kissed you again, you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue, and you loved it. It was a reminder of just how voraciously he had just eaten you out, and you took the opportunity to reach down and cup him over his underwear. He hissed and pulled his hips back, panting already.
âI- you canât.â
âBut, baby I just want to return the favor-â
âMy love, if you touch me again I canât guarantee that I will have faculties to be inside you.â
His words made you laugh, both because of how ridiculous his phrasing was, but also because of the effect you seemed to have on him. Had he really been driven so far by making out with you and making you cum? It seemed like it.
âI love you so much,â you ended up breathing out. He gazed into your eyes so adoringly you felt like time stopped again.
âI love you more, Y/N.â
His response prompted you to kiss him, and he deflated on top of you. As he sunk further into your embrace, his still-covered dick brushed against your wet core, and the whine he let out was almost pathetic.
âI hate to ruin the moment, but please, let me be inside you now. I think Iâll die if I canât,â he confessed. You laughed out loud again before nodding, kissing and sucking a trail down his neck while he removed his boxers. âCondom?â
âI donât have any, but I have an IUD and Iâm clean.â You could practically see Seungcheolâs brain grind to a halt. âBut, I mean, if you donât want to we can just wai-â
âNo!â he almost yelled, his entire face flushing pink. âNo, Iâm clean too, and I- fuck, I would love to be inside you without a condom.â
You nodded, and he took a deep breath. The thought of having him inside you without a barrier excited you to no end, and it seemed he felt the same. You kissed him passionately again while he lined himself up with your core, and moaned through a sigh as he pushed into you. He didnât have a monster cock or anything, but it was still bigger than what you were used to taking.
As he bottomed out, he let out a punched out sigh. You could feel him shaking on top of you, and did your best not to move or clench down on him. Unfortunately, your pussy didnât exactly obey you and clenched down anyway. It made Seungcheolâs breath hitch, and he squeezed his eyes shut tight so as not to look at you while he was trying not to cum.
âI swear,â he wheezed, âyou are going to kill me.â
His words made you chuckle, which in turn made him groan and bury his face in the crook of your neck. You were ready for him to move, and told him as much, but he still needed a second. You could feel tears sting the corners of your eyes, as per usual feeling weepy as soon as you felt a big wave of emotion. To distract yourself, you locked your lips with his and kissed him with all the passion you had left to give.
As your tongue tangled with his he groaned low in his throat, and his hips thrust into you of their own accord. Once he had started, he couldnât stop, and you didnât want him to. He started out fairly slow, taking his time to make sure you werenât hurting at all. Then you accidentally clenched down on him, and he could no longer hold back.
He started pounding into you, his cock reaching the deepest parts of you and making you dizzy. You moaned out every time the tip of him hit the spongy spot inside you, and you couldnât help the way you were clenching around him. You were hurtling toward your end so fast it was almost alarming. He filled you up so perfectly, so perfectly thick and long, it was as if you were made for one another.
Seungcheol was mumbling an endless stream of praise, grunting every time your cunt squeezed him a bit tighter. He felt like he was in heaven, your slick walls molded around him in a way that made him mourn the time spent doing anything other than this. He wanted to keep you like this, impaled on his cock and making you feel as good as you ever had.
Sadly, he was so wound up he wouldnât be able to last as long as he usually did. While he didnât blow immediately as he had been worried he would, he started feeling his balls drawing up around five minutes in. The way your nails were scratching down his back wasnât helping his situation.
In an effort to save himself from cumming before you, he lowered a hand to circle the nub of your clit gently. The extra stimulation was exactly what you needed to build the rest of the way to the edge, and you tangled your hands in his hair as your thighs shook.
âPlease, Cheol, baby, Iâm gonna-â
âOh thank God, please cum around me, baby, wanna feel it,â he begged, and it did the trick.
Your orgasm was spectacular, your entire body feeling like it was on fire as you exploded around him. You were moaning his name, clawing at his back and arching your back to the high heavens. Your toes actually curled. It was the orgasm of orgasms.
Seeing you like that, your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he brought you pleasure was enough for Seungcheol to follow you over the edge. He came so hard he saw nothing but white, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself into you. His face was pressed into your neck, but his moans could not be concealed even if he tried.
You both lay there, panting and soaked in sweat, for a pretty long time before he finally pulled out and rolled off of you. He sprawled on his back and stayed like that, his eyes shut in complete and utter bliss and his heart beating out of his chest. Your hair was an absolute birdâs nest around you, and there were tear tracks running down your cheeks and into your hairline.
You clumsily flopped over to rest against his side, and he pulled you in until your head was resting right over his heart. You slung your bare leg over his waist, and he groaned in what sounded like agony.
âYou canât do this to me,â he whined, and you giggled lightly at him.
âI just put my leg on you, baby,â you said, looking up at him innocently, and he had to shut his eyes for a second and remind himself he wasnât dreaming. You, yourself werenât entirely convinced all this wasnât a dream; and if it was, you never wanted to wake up.
âOkay, well youâve just seen what seeing you in a hoodie and bike shorts does to me, so,â he reminded you, and you bit back a grin. It was good to know you could tease him easily.
You laid in silence for a while, just listening to his heart beating against his ribcage. Every once in a while it would slow down, and then he would look down at you and it would speed back up. Your heart seemed to match the pace of his, and you found that you loved it that way.
âSo, â Seungcheol started, and you pulled yourself up on your elbow to look at him as he talked. âThat⊠just happened.â You snorted into a laugh, and he joined you, flicking your forehead gently. âI uh, Iâm going to a work thing on Friday. I usually donât bring a date because, well, because Iâm usually single, but maybe, this time, I could bring you?â
You blinked at him slowly, admiring him in the light from your bedside lamp. He was pretty no matter what, but with his cheeks glowing and his eyes glittering, he was beyond what was natural, in your opinion. You stroked a bit of his hair behind his ear and hummed.
âI mean, are you not single anymore?â you asked with a raised eyebrow.
âUhhhh-â he was interrupted by your laughter, and he pouted at you jokingly. âDonât do that! I get scared I fucked up,â he said and rolled over to wrap his arms around you.
âIâm sorry,â you giggled, âI just donât know either.â You paused. âHey Cheol?â
âYeah?â
âDo you want to be my boyfriend?â
At your words, his entire face lit up. He started giggling and buried his face in your hair, trying to hide from view. Even still, you knew he would be blushing. His arms squeezed tighter around you as he pulled you even closer, and you didnât even mind that you couldnât breathe.
âI was going to ask,â he ended up whining once brain function had returned to him. âCan I?â
âI mean, sure?â you answered, trying your hardest not to just lean in and kiss away his pout. Your willpower sucked, so you did it anyway.
âGreat! Hey, Y/N, would you be my girlfriend?â
You bit your lip to hold in your laughter, but all it did was summon your boyfriendâs gaze to your mouth. You released it and broke out into a huge grin, nodding.
âI would love nothing more.â
âSo what youâre saying is,â Sua said thoughtfully, âyou finally put him out of his misery?â
It was a week later, and you were sitting on your balcony with Sua and drinking coffee. The bathroom floor was now dry, and while the stupid bath mat had been unsalvageable, everything else had been fine. The apartment management had gotten the leak fixed after five days, proving that calling Seungcheol had been the right choice for more reasons than one.
Even thinking about him, you couldnât help but smile. Your boyfriend. The one who had brought you to a work function as your first date, and the one who had gotten jealous because you had greeted a coworker of his when he was getting you a drink. The one that had helped you save your apartment from water damage. The one you had loved for the past decade.
âOkay but how could I have put him through misery if I didnât know he liked me, hm?â you asked, raising an eyebrow at your friend. She had her eyes closed, face turned toward the sun like an old lady.
âYou cannot be serious,â she said incredulously, turning toward you and opening her eyes wide to show her shock. âYouâre telling me you didnât know Cheol was in love with you? He has been so down bad for you since we were like fourteen, man. He bought you flowers for your graduation. He reminded you to take your allergy pills before going to a dog cafĂ©.â You flushed a little at your own blindness, but Sua just sighed and turned back toward the sun, her eyes closed again. âAt least it will be easy to kill him if he hurts you.â
a/n: if you liked this, please don't forget to like and reblog! <3
masterlist
#svt x reader#seventeen smut#svt#svt smut#seventeen x reader#seventeen fluff#svt fluff#seventeen fic#seventeen fanfic#svt fic#svt fanfic#sescoups writes
3K notes
·
View notes
Text
SINCERITY
Flirting with Suo is never a good ideaâyou can never tell whether he means to charm you or make fun of you when you do it. Sometimes it feels like both. Occasionally it feels mean. More often than not, you like to entertain it. But you can't right now, not when his blood is all over the washroom sink. Your manager will be furious about the mess, and also about the fact that you're giving first aid to three delinquents while you're on the clock. If Suo makes one more joke about marrying you, you'll probably throw up and cry. (Or: Suo, Nirei, and Sakura get into a fight in the red light district and go to you to get patched up. Suo takes the opportunity to tease you mercilessly.)
4.5k words, suo x reader with implied one-sided sakura x reader, sfw with mature themes. set post-canon (they are all 18-19 years old), non-canon backstory details for suo and sakura (speculative as of ch. 146). fem reader â references to gendered professions, e.g. hostessing; reader wears a dress for her job in a girlsâ bar. warning for inaccurate depictions of first aid! dividers by @/cafekitsune.
Suoâs never liked your job.
You suppose this is fair. The feeling is mutual. Youâve never liked the fact that Suo chose to go to a delinquent school rather than a proper high school, and heâs never liked the fact that you chose to drop out of your proper high school to go work in the red light districtâfirst at a kyabakura, and now at a girlsâ bar. His master, who also happens to be your master, has always told you that this was a natural reaction on his part. Having a secondary school certificate is important, after all. But Suoâs disapproval of your income sources, no matter how politely or subtly phrased, has always felt like it runs deeper than simple concern for your education.
Still, this has never stopped him from visiting you at your place of work, though he only tends to come by under the worst possible circumstancesâtonight worse than any other.
When you see the three of them limping through the clamour and heat of the red light districtâthe neon glow of the street making the blood smeared across Suoâs face shine vibrantlyâyou entirely forget that you're on the clock. You chuck your sign onto the ground (3000„ per hour! it reads) as you cut a path toward them, almost tripping in your stiletto heels. Your customer service voice gives way to your regular one, which is so outraged that it startles everyone around you.
âSuo, you motherfuckerâare you trying to lose the only eye you have left?!â
Suo is unbothered. His smile is calm and deeply shameless as you approach him. Itâs nothing like Nirei, who cringes at the furious look you give him, or Sakura, who looks like a deer caught in headlights when you round on him instead. Like he doesnât know what to do at the fact that someone is worrying over him, and especially not when that person is wearing an extremely revealing evening gown. For a minute, you think he's going to bolt.
But Suo keeps him there, grip tight on his arm.
âHi,â he says brightly, like there isn't blood all over his face and shoulder. âAre you busy? We might need to trouble you.â
âOf course I'm busy! I'm in the middle of a shift!â you fume at him. But you still extract Sakura from him, scruffing him by the neck before he can clam up and run. You pull him in the direction of your bar, and gesture for the other two to follow. âHurry up before my manager sees you.â
Smuggling three delinquents into the washroom of a girlsâ bar is not a skill you thought you'd ever need, but it is one that you've become an expert in. This is at least the third time you've done it. The Furin trio rarely ever loses fights, but they occasionally slip up in the part of the red light district that isn't controlled by Roppo-Ichiza. This is somewhat unavoidable, as Keyaki Street is a different beast from Keisei Street. It isn't just delinquents here, but bona fide criminals. âLike, actual fucking Yakuza,â you grouse at Suo for the millionth time. You wipe at the blood remaining on his faceâmost of it you've already rinsed off, staining the melamine sink with ironâand the paper towel in your hand blooms red.
âBut these guys weren't Yakuza,â he says cheerfully.
âThey still pulled weapons on you! Bladed weapons!â
âMm⊠well, that's true. I'm sorry.â
You scowl at him. âNo, you're not.â
âNo, I'm not.â Heâs still smiling. âIn our defense, we didn't have much of a choice. They were about to do something terrible to an innocent person,â he says, and you deflate a little, because you know Suo can't stand to see injustice. This is something you love very dearly about him, and also a quality of his that constantly raises your blood pressure. But then you roll your eyes when he happily adds, âAnd in my defense, itâs all our Captainâs fault!â
âOi!â Sakura yells from one of the stalls, where heâs sitting and holding a bag of ice to a knot on his head. âWasnât my fault we ended up fighting. They were practically begginâ to have their asses kicked.â
âYou did provoke them, Sakura,â Nirei says. He's in the other stall, trying to stay off his sprained ankle.
âWell, they were dangerous! Not like you wanted to just leave them alone either,â Sakura grumbles, and Nirei apologises, though Suo accurately points out there is no need for him to. After hearing this story, you can't help but agree, and you suppose you shouldn't have expected any differently. After three years at Furin, Sakura is no longer the type to pick fights for no reason. Whatever those guys were up to must have been pretty bad for him to start shit in unfamiliar territory.
Still. The red light district is what it is. Touts, street gangs, and Yakuza are constantly causing problems here, with violence of a scale and nature that Bofurin simply don't see on their own turf. Your street in particular makes someone like Endo look like a joke. âYou should still learn to exercise some restraint,â you say to Sakura. âAnd youââyou give Suo a miserable lookââyou know the area. You should have known better. At the very least, you should have called me for backup.â
âBut you were on the clock,â Suo points out, and you frown. Despite having absolutely no need, you take out an alcohol wipe and swipe it over his cut. He winces.
âI'm still on the clock now,â you reply, voice dry, âand here you are, distracting me anyway. My boss is going to be on my ass about it if I don't bring in any customers tonight, you know.â
âWe can be your customers,â Suo offers.
âYou aren't old enough to drink!â
âNeither are you, yet you work here.â His gaze has turned a little sharp. His voice too. You blink, suddenly mollified.
â...okay. If each of you buys a drink after this, Iâll call us even.â Then you glance down at his changshan, which is sliced through, the pearly silk stained red at the shoulder. Heâs insisted that the wound is unserious and said that he'd rather clean up his face first, and you're starting to question his priorities. âThat is, if you don't have to go to the hospital after this.â
âI don't.â
âI don't know if I believe you.â You pull out some polysporin. âCome closer.â
Suo could do this on his own. His hands aren't incapacitated. But he humours you, as he's always humoured you, and allows you dab his cut with the antibiotic. You feel a little sentimental as you do it, and almost a little sad. Doing this reminds you of when he was a kid who had just started learning martial arts. Granted, he never got any real cuts back then, but sometimes heâd scrape his knees or his elbows orâgod forbidâhis face, and you would plaster bandaids all over him when he did. But none of those were real injuries.
More than anything, doing this reminds you of when he lost his eye. The state that he was in after the accident. The way his face was bandaged after the surgery. The texture of the gauze against your fingers when you asked to try swapping out the dressings for him.
If Suo notices the way your lip is trembling, he doesn't comment on it.
âYouâre so meanâhow come you never believe anything I say?â he asks. You press the gauze to his cut with more pressure than necessary, and he blinks. He opens his mouth again, but then the door rattles violently.
âSorry!â you yell. âWashroomâs closed for cleaning!â You wince as you hear complaints in replyâyouâve been closed for half an hour!âand shoot Suo a sour look as the customer leaves. âIâm really risking it all for you three,â you remark.
âI'll make it up to you,â Suo says. âI'll stick around the whole night and buy as many drinks as you want. Your manager won't be able to hassle you about anything then.â
âNo way. You're not wasting that much money on the red light district.â You frown. âMaster will kill me if I let you piss away your inheritance like that.â
âIâm not wasting my money on the red light district. I'm wasting it on you.â
âWell, I'm employed at a girlsâ bar, so when you waste money on me, you are in fact spending it on the red light district.â
âThen you should quit so I can spend as much money on you as I want.â
âQuit and then live on what income?â You set aside the first aid kit and grab some more paper towel. âTake off your shirt.â
âOh? Right here? Right now?â His eye goes wide. âHow forward.â
Sakura coughs very, very loudly from the stall. If you weren't so used to Suo saying this kind of thing just to mess with you, you'd probably do the same. In fact, you'd probably choke on your spit and die on the spot. But as it is, you only sigh and start unbuttoning Suoâs changshan, starting at the high collar. Any sentimentality or concern you previously felt is quickly drowned out by annoyance.
âSuo.â
âDonât worryâI don't mind,â he adds. âI thought you'd never ask. I just didn't think itâd happen here. And so suddenly.â
âDonât do that. I can't do this today.â
âDonât do what?â he says innocently. He lets you slip his changshan off one shoulder. To your relief, the cut does look very shallowâheâs too quick for anything other than a bullet to land a serious hit on him, you guessâbut you still swallow when you see it. It looks like he's bled a lot more than he probably actually has.
Or you hope so, anyway.
âJoke like that,â you reply after a moment. âIt's very mean.â
âIâm not joking about anything.â You feel his eye on you as you start dabbing at all the red on his skin, the paper towel in your hands blotting crimson as if with ink. Your breath shakes as you study the wound. He lifts his hand, his knuckle brushing against your cheek. You smack it away, but he doesn't seem bothered. âI was being very serious,â he continues. âQuit working in the red light district and let me support you instead.â
âSuo,â you say, your voice flat, âthere is no job you could qualify for on this planet that will let you earn more than what I'm making now. If anything, you should let me support you.â
âAh,â he says brightly. âI get it nowâyou want me to be your trophy husband!â
Now you are choking on your spit and you do think you're dying. Sakura sounds like he's not doing much betterâsomething bangs loudly against the washroom stall, and you assume itâs his forehead. Even Nirei is affected, not-so-subtly clearing his throat.
âI do not want you to be my trophy husband.â
âJust a regular husband, then?â he asks. âThatâs alright. If I joined the Yakuza, I could make plenty of money. You could even stay at home if you wanted.â
âSuo you motherfucker you are not joining the fucking Yakuza! And I wouldn't be a stay at home wife!â
âOh? You wouldn't want to be?â
âNo, god! Do you know how much I could make if I scored a hostess gig at a high-end place? Why would I ever turn down that kind of money?!â
âAh, so you want us to be dual income?â
âOf course I would want us to be dual income!â
âYou could get a different job and we could still be dual income.â
âThereâs no other job that would pay as well.â
Suo sighs, and your brow twitches. You've always been suspicious about why he disapproves of your choice in career. Itâs not in his disposition to judge people, but sometimes you still worry that he's doing it to you.
âWhat,â you ask, âwould you be so against marrying a hostess?â
âNo, not at all. But I'd be worried if my spouse worked somewhere unsafe. What if you end up at a Yakuza-owned club?â
You pause, startled at the abruptly earnest tone of his voice. Suddenly you feel guilty.
âOh⊠well, I wouldnât work at a Yakuza-owned club.â
âHm⊠then I guess it's fine.â Suo nods, as if arriving at a decision. âWeâll get married, weâll be dual income, and neither of us will work for the Yakuza.â
âYes, exactly. Weâll get married, weâll be dual income, and neither of usââ Your eyes go wide as you realize what you're saying. You feel yourself flushing. âWait.â
âWhat? Is there a problem?â
âSuo.â
âDonât tell me you're going to change your mind now. That would just be mean.â
âI'm being mean?â you ask, flabbergasted.
âWell, yes. You don't think it would hurt if you changed your mind about marrying me? And so soon after agreeing, too.â
You stare at him in disbelief. You have a number of possible retorts that cross your mind, and somehow you pick the least relevant one: âYou can't trick someone into marrying you.â
âThen can I trick you into dating me?â
âSuo! I said don't do that!â
âDonât do what?â
âJoke about that kind of thing!â
âI'm not joking about anything.â
âYes you are? You don't actually want to date me. Stop saying that you do!â
Suo leans in. He stares at you, his gaze distinctly vulpine. It's very attractive, and also intimidating, and you should be used to it by now, but your heart rate ticks up anyway. You swallow thickly as his thumb glides along your cheek again, your skin scorching beneath his fingertips. You forget to bat his hand away this time.
âYouâre so mean,â he repeats, voice lilting, âhow come you never believe anything I say?â
He's baiting you. He's obviously baiting you, and you consider for a moment whether you want to bite.
Flirting with Suo is never a good ideaâyou can never tell whether he means to charm you or make fun of you when you do it. Sometimes it feels like both. Occasionally it feels mean. More often than not, you like to entertain it. But you can't right now. His shirtâs stained with such a bright red that it keeps distracting you, just like the blood he's left all over the washroom sink. Your manager will be furious about the mess, and also about the fact that you're giving first aid to three delinquents while you're on the clock. You think they'd go broke before they could spend enough money here to appease her, were she to discover the four of you. You might even lose your job. Then you wouldn't be able to support yourself anymore, let alone Suo, who cracks jokes as easily about being your trophy husband as he does about being Leonardo DiCaprio.
If he makes one more joke about marrying you, you'll probably throw up and cry.
âYou're not being very gentlemanly right now,â you finally point out. He raises a brow.
âNo?â
âNo. I'd even say you're being a menace, actually. Doing a very bad job ofââyou almost laugh as you say this, because you've heard this speech so many timesââengaging with my feelings. Not being supportive at all. Really falling off the staircase to adulthood, you know.â
Suo studies you. Something complicated passes through his eye before he pulls away, his expression now back to normal. It's deceptive how innocent he looks.
âSorry,â he says. âYouâre right. Iâll play nice.â
âNo, you won't,â you retort, and Suo smiles at you, not replying. But he does give you a break. You finish cleaning up the cut without incident, although you do get flecks of blood on your evening gown, which you hope won't be too noticeable against the black satin. You bemoan the lost cause of Suo's changshan tooâmade of Suzhou silk, a gift from your masterâand silently make a note to buy him a replacement sometime.
You're in the middle of buttoning up his shirt when the door clicks and swings open. Met face to face with your coworker, you freeze up.
Your stage name leaves her mouth in an angry bark. âWhat are you doing? I told you you're not supposed to be having sex with customers here, you should be doing that someplaceââ She stops, evidently spotting the blood on Suoâs shirt, and then the other two individuals locked up in here with you, one of whom is blushing violently and looks to be on the verge of dying from embarrassment. Beneath your hands, you feel Suoâs body go stiff too.
âOh,â she says before either of them can comment. âItâs just your delinquent boyfriend and his buddies.â Suo waves at her, and she nods back before squinting at the sink. âAre you going to clean that up?â
âYes,â you say quickly. âPlease don't tell our boss.â
âHave I ever ratted you out?â she asks. âJust get out of here soon. People do have to piss, you know.â Then she stops, looking at Suo with a dubious expression. âAnd make sure your boyfriend doesn't die.â
You're too tired to correct her on the nature of your relationship. âI've been trying,â you say, and she gives you a sympathetic look before retreating. You hear her laughing with a customer about people fooling around in the washroom, and I'm so sorry for the inconvenience, sir, and could you please go downstairs while I clean up. Youâre so relieved, you nearly fall to your knees. A calloused hand touches your back as you rub your temples.
âIâm sorry for worrying you,â Suo says quietlyâsincerelyâand instead of saying no, you're not, you reply, âI know. Iâm sorry too.â
Suoâs always hated your job.
Heâs always hated your job, your boyfriends, your apartment, and a lot of other things about your life that Sakura doesnât have any business prying into. And it's just as well. Sakura also hates your shitty job, and your shitty boyfriends, and considering that you live in the same shitty building as him, he isn't a fan of your rental situation either. Nireiâs too polite to say anything about it, but Sakura can tell that he disapproves as well. Itâs not like any of them are living the most comfortable lives eitherâSakura has personally been living from shithole to shithole, mostly alone, ever since his parents passedâbut your lifestyle does make them all feel poorly.
You're just a very easy person to like. And it's very easy to want nice things for you. So Sakura gets it, how Suo feels about you.
What he doesn't quite get is how Suo acts about you.
One thing heâs learned over the years is that Suo is very good at reading people. Sometimes he understands Sakura better than Sakura understands himself, and he can convince Sakura to do things which he himself didn't think were possible for him to do. He's done the same with Nirei, and about half the other people in their grade, and at least a third of the guys in Bofurin. Itâs frankly a terrifying skill. But Suo never uses it with youânot to get you to change jobs, or boyfriends, or even apartments.
At first Sakura thought that you were just immune to Suoâs tactics, but he's recently come to realise that Suo simply gets too emotional about you to know how to convince you of anything. Heâs even emotional enough to get kind of petty and a little mean with you, which is something that Sakura has only witnessed from Suo during fights. Really bad fights.
Itâs terribly uncomfortable, especially when youâre clearly head over heels for Suo.
Sakura doesn't have any business prying into your personal problems. Though truthfully, heâd be happy to thrash some random assholes for you anyway, if that would fix your heartbreak. (He's already done this to at least one of your exes, and it worked shockingly well.) The problem is, Suo is not a random asshole and Sakura isn't sure that you'd want him thrashed in the first place. But it's just fucking painful watching the two of you act like this around each other, so he ends up pulling Suo aside after you kick them out of the girlsâ bar, scowling.
Suo looks at him, surprised. âSakura? What's the matter?â
He doesn't mince words. âHow come you were being such a dick to your friend?â
Nirei goes stiff. âSakura,â he says in his panicked âwhy are you trying to pick a fight nowâ voice, âwhere is this coming from? I don't think Suo was being rudeâŠâ But Sakura can tell, as Nireiâs finishing his own sentence, that he's second-guessing himself.
âNo,â Suo replies. âI was being a bit terrible, wasn't I?â Thereâs no humour in either his words or his face, but the corner of his mouth lifts. He actually looks endeared. âI'm surprised you noticed, Sakura.â
âI meanââSakura feels himself going red, embarrassed at just the memory of how you looked at Suo; first so worried, then painfully fond, and then like you were going to burst into tears right there in the washroom and ask him to hold you, as if you were in a horrible getsuku dramaââit was kinda hard not to.â
Suo nods. âI suppose itâs natural to be sensitive to the feelings of someone you like.â
Heat floods his face. âI don't like her!â
âDid I say you did?â Suoâs mouth curls when Sakura can't answer. âDonât be embarrassed. She's a very easy person to like.â
Sakura tries his hardest to ignore Suoâwhich should be easy, because Suo lies randomly and pointlessly all the time, whenever he thinks it's funnyâand says, âIf she's an easy person to like, how come you act like you don't like her at all?â
âWas I acting like that? Or was she acting like it was impossible for someone to like her?â Sakura stops. Suo gives him a long look, then smiles. âYou would know how difficult it can be to accept being liked, Sakura. And how long it can take to understand that there are people who want to support you unconditionally.â
Sakura opens his mouth once, twice. A third time. Nirei sighs. The two of them watch as Suoârather than walking in the direction of the subwayâsteps over to a vending machine and buys a bottle of oolong tea.
âAre you going to wait for her shift to finish?â Nirei asks.
âMm, I think so.â Suo glances down at his ankle. âBut you should go home, Nire-kun. You canât fight like that. In case those guys come back here, I mean.â He opens the bottle, takes a sip. âThey had bladed weapons. It would be bad if you risked it.â
Nirei glances at the entrance to your bar, worried. âButâŠâ
Sakura understands without Nirei finishing his sentence. The security at your bar is terrible, and plenty of people like to exploit that. It was Nirei who noticed a group men eyeing you before anyone else did, following you all the way from Keisei Street to your place of work. And sure, Suo kicked the shit out of them in the end, did much worse to them than vice versaâbut who knows if there aren't more of them.
Suo hates your job. All three of them do.
âItâs okay,â Sakura says. âI'm sure the two of us will be enough.â
â...I'll ask Tsubaki if he's free,â Nirei finally relents. âAnd I'll text Kiryu and Tsugeura too.â
âThanks, Nire-kun.â
Suo gets a bottle of ramune after Nirei leaves, passes it to Sakura. Tsubaki comes by later, still in his pole outfit, with several pieces of taiyaki for them to shareâIâm always snacky after dancing, he explainsâand the three of them loiter in front of your bar until four in the morning. Tsubaki asks questions about you in a tone that has Sakura wanting to crawl into an alleyway just to hide, and Suo deflects masterfully with questions about Tsubakiâs new boyfriend. The guys from earlier don't show up. Maybe the sight of Roppo-Ichizaâs top fighter scares them off.
You're surprised to see them there when you emerge a little later. You give Tsubaki a happy but perplexed look as he hugs you.
âTsubaki? What are you doing here?â
âKeeping these two company,â he replies. âAnd I wanted to say hi, of course. You should come by the club sometime, you know! I haven't seen you in forever.â
âSure! That would be nice, butâŠâ You turn to Sakura and Suo, puzzled. âWhy are you guys still here?â
Sakura, on instinct, nearly recounts the whole evening to youâabout the men tailing you, about how they got into a fight, about the kind of things they said they'd do once they caught youâbut Suo answers first.
âTroubling you again,â is all he says. âItâs fine since your shift is over now, right?â
You give the two of them a long, curious look. For a moment, you look worried, but you're eventually disarmed by Suoâs expression.
âI guess it's fine,â you reply. You sound so happy. Suoâs gaze goes soft, and Sakura has to force himself not to look away. âLet's hurry up and go home.â
You smile at them, and it's the kind of smile that makes it very easy to like you. The kind of smile that makes it natural to want nice things for you. The kind of smile that would make anyone emotional, even if they're normally very controlled. It makes something in Sakura squeeze tightly, all knotted up and painful.
Heâs starting to understand why Suo acts the way he does around you.
END
this wasn't meant to be a love triangle, my apologiesâŠ
this was also meant to be a very short piece (like 500w lol), but I kept thinking about what suoâs backstory might be, and why he was so comfortable in the red light district in the manga, and what these guys might realistically act like in an aged up, romantic context. that all coalesced into this very bizarre fic LOL. I'm not sure how it'll land, but I hope someone out here enjoyed it! I would like to write more about this triangle (+ nirei) but I'm not sure what the level of interest would be, or if it'll even make sense with the manga. I guess weâll see eventually!
in any case, thank you for reading!! <3
#hayato suo x reader#suo hayato x reader#haruka sakura x reader#sakura haruka x reader#wind breaker x reader#wbk x reader#i cannot believe this was 4.5k words...#yueshuo.fics#divider by @/cafekitsune
973 notes
·
View notes
Text
little brothers and their will to #slay, man </3
#while yes yes this post technically does apply to the simp bros i wanna cry about my own bro in the tags so you have been warned~?#so to start off my monthly existential crisis rant i just wanna say that⊠iâm so so soo envious of my bro. like to a really unhealthy extent#heâs tall enough to reach the top shelves. i can barely touch them if i jump. he has so many friends and even a gf. i have 0 irl friends.#he is able to sit in one spot and focus on his studies. i canât even sit down for a full half hour to *eat* without getting up to take a nap#heâs learning how to drive. i canât. he was admitted into university. i wasnât. heâs able to find what he likes and stick to it. i canât.#like mannn. he thrived in the course he chose in tertiary education while i lost my passion for it in the middle of my first year.#heâs good at picking up everything he tries (puzzle cubes; bball; you name it heâs good at it) while iâm just. bad at everything i try lol#heâs very good at his studies (aside from languages) and sports. iâm not good at anything at all.#he gets told that he has a great sense of humour. iâm just. boring and annoying. lolllll#heâs super sociable and he has good relations with pretty much every single family member (sans me). iâm not in contsct with most of the fam#heck he was pretty much the favourite from the moment he was born. his baby pics still get brought up from time to time bc of how cute he is#(granted itâs bc he looks like a bby m*ch*l*n man (like the tire company mascot) and heâs super cute in them but still)#and heâs also a guy and content with being a guy which is just⊠not fair yâknowwww~~~ asian family boy biases and all (cries)#our father pretty much cast me aside once my bro was old enough to hang with him. and even before then the bias was as clear as day. >:(((((#i make the dude mad? i get screamed at and whaccced. bro gets the dude mad? he gets a lesson on how to throw punches instead!!! like wow!!!!#heâs the only one who got to escape any direct physical harm from the guy and yet!!!! he was the 1st one to be singled out for trauma focus#idk if itâs bc of his age back then or whattttt but i canât believe i had to frigginâ ask my therapist back then for a trauma assessment :(#2015 was a different time⊠my bro managed to succeed in school while i was rejected from the drama club for being too depressed :((((#but iâm sure my bro has his own share of struggles⊠and iâm glad that he has a few groups of friends to chill with. really.#but i just canât help feeling extremely envious of him. i could never tell him any of this though we hardly talk at home lol#and he pretends not to know me when i approach him in public lmfaoooo. i donât blame him though; iâd do the same if i were to approach me#so yeah. if you read this iâm sorry for being cringefail and bad at everything~~ am i still allowed to pollute your dash~? <3#and also. idk if iâll be able to continue sischange over this week bc iâll be handling 2 workstations by meself :( and idk how tired iâll be#but weâll see ok~? sorry for having zero time management skills am i still qualified to be a legit adult~?#sundayâs đ§saltfestđ§
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
friendswithbenefits!Sukuna x reader. Your friend Yuuji sets you up on a date with his co-worker to help you get over your recent slump, not knowing that his dear older brother had ended it months ago.
cw: none really, some possessive behavior
"He's really great though, I swear!"
"What does 'really great' entail, exactly?"
"Well he's nice! Like, super nice."
You waited to see if there was any more information and when there didn't appear to be any forthcoming, pushed your friend. "Yuuji, I'm going to need a little bit more than that."
Yuuji seemed to think about this for a second and as he did you snuck some dumplings off his plate. He'd taken more than his fair share of the take out anyway.
You loved Yuuji, he was one of the most genuinely kind people you'd ever met. He just happened to have terrible taste in men, aside from his own boyfriend.
"Well, when I got lost the other day, he gave me directions and they were super helpful!"
"Wait, did you find this guy on the street? Are you setting me up with a stranger?" It wouldn't surprise you, Yuuji tended to adopt human beings the way a normal person might adopt stray cats. You couldn't complain too much since it's how the two of you had ended up being friends, but it didn't necessarily mean that whoever he'd picked up off the side of the road this time was your one true love.
"No, no, he works in the school too. He teaches like history or something. He just teaches in the upperclassmen building, so I don't see him that much."
"So he gave you directions after you got lost in your own place of work?"
Yuuji either doesn't hear your tone or he chooses to ignore it. "Yeah, really nice dude. He's also good friends with Maki, so you know he must respect women."
That was actually pretty persuasive. Maki would never put up with any man who was a piece of shit, maybe there was something here.
"Is he cute?"
Yuuji scratched his head and tried to take some dumplings off your plate while you blocked him with your chopsticks.
"I mean I guess, he always looks kind of sad but you're into that right?" You blocked his attempts at stealing your dumplings with a little more aggression than necessary at that.
"I am not!"
Yuuji hummed unimpressed, chewing on the dumpling he'd managed to snatch away while you argued. Thief.
"He's like a little taller than me, pretty eyes and he's stronger than he looks. He actually beat me in some sparring matches last year when the teachers competed." You listened even as you scowled at the way Yuuji said all this with his mouth still full of stolen food. He swallowed and gave you a mischievous smirk. "He has really nice hands too."
"Yuuji!"
"They're big and his fingers are long but not too skinny, they kind of remind me of Megumi's-"
"Who the fuck are you talking about?"
You stiffened as Yuuji's older brother walked in, scratching his bare midriff since he seemed to have once again forgot that wearing shirts was an expected human behavior. Even though he was only a few years older than you and Yuuji, he always seemed larger than life. Maybe because you had known him for so long.
"Yuuta, this guy I work with," Yuuji said, pouting when his brother stole some of the food off his plate. Served him right. "Hey! I asked you if you wanted anything before I ordered it."
"And I told you, I don't want any of this garbage. I'm just sampling," Sukuna said as he popped another piece of chicken in his mouth.
"Go eat your stupid healthy food then and leave our garbage alone," Yuuji protested pushing the plate out of Sukuna's reach. Naturally, this led to Sukuna shoving Yuuji's head into the table as he reached over and stole more food off the tray in the middle.
"So why are you talking about Yuuta's hands anyway. You and Fushiguro finally call it quits?" Sukuna's tone was casual but you had once seen him knock out a guy for groping Megumi in a club. If the day came where Yuuji and Megumi actually broke up, you think he might take turns knocking sense into both of them.
"Mnat mor me."
"Huh," Sukuna said even as he kept Yuuji's face pressed to the table. You rolled your eyes.
"He's saying that he's not the one interested, he's trying to set me up with him." You tried to push down the guilt you felt as you spoke after all you had nothing to be guilty about.
There was a flash of something in Sukuna's eyes but it was gone before you could identify it and with one last shove that had Yuuji groaning, he let him up.
"That hurt, you bastard!"
"Not an insult, I'm literally a bastard," Sukuna said and Yuuji rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, anyway, back to helping you get laid-"
"Hey!"
"-I'll let Yuuta know you'll meet him at six?"
"Can you make it eight, only old people eat at six." Yuuji nods and goes to type something in his phone. There's an awkward silence that he doesn't seem to notice and you can't help but look at Sukuna who hasn't taken his eyes off you.
"Didn't realize you were so desperate," Sukuna says and Yuuji doesn't look up from his phone before throwing a punch at him. Sukuna dodges, his eyes still on you.
"There's nothing wrong with going on a date," you say and you wonder who you're convincing. "It has been a while since a nice guy took me out."
"Ah right, I forgot you liked nice guys." His tone is too knowing and you feel yourself flush.
"Stop picking on her, Sukuna. Don't you need to be going to the gym, anyway?" Yuuji asks, finally putting down his phone. He seems to attribute the current tension for you and Sukuna's usual animosity. You wonder if that's all there is to it. Sukuna scoffs and walks back to his room. You still weren't sure why he'd even come out in the first place.
"Whatever, you two have fun planning the wedding," he says, his tone making your hackles rise.
"Say hi to Uraume for me," Yuuji calls back, oblivious. "Tell them I still want a rematch after last week."
Sukuna waves a hand before shutting the door to his room. Yuuji turns back to you and the two of you talk about other topics while your mind wanders.
You weren't doing anything wrong. Were you?
You and Yuuji decide to meet up with Megumi and Nobara for a movie before you need to get ready for your date. While Yuuji goes to his room to change, you head to the kitchen to clean up the remains of lunch.
You're putting some glasses in the sink when you feel a warm presence at your back. You can't hold back your sigh as a familiar pair of thick arms comes to wrap around your waist and a pair of lips presses gently against your neck.
"I haven't seen you in forever," Sukuna murmurs, the movement of his lips against your neck sending a familiar pulse of want to your core. You tell yourself not to let the soft gesture get to you. He never did shit like this without a purpose and his usual purpose isn't going to be fulfilled with Yuuji in the next room.
"You saw me last week, Sukuna," you remind him before leaning away from him to close the dishwasher. His hands slip down to your hips and you just know he's staring at your ass. You roll your eyes even as he pulls you back to him once you're standing. His hands pressing into the curve of your hips, putting pressure on them in that way that makes you melt.
"That's too long, princess. I was getting lonely," he teases and you feel him smirk against your cheek. "You must be lonely too."
"Actually I'm just fine," you tell him but you tilt your head so he can kiss the skin of your face, your neck, the parts of your shoulders revealed by the stretched collar of your old t-shirt. You let him lull you into a false sense of security before he reminds you why that's a bad idea.
"Really? I just assumed you felt lonely and that's why you were agreeing to go on dates with losers you've never even met."
There it was. This was why you couldn't let Sukuna get soft with you. He never did it without returning your vulnerability with malice.
"Sukuna," you say and you go to pull his arms off you but he pushes you into the counter, you wince as the cold stone presses against your body. "Let go of me." Your tone is calm even as emotions band their way across your throat.
"I would, but you seem to get lost when I let you out of my sights. I mean you're going to go on a date with some high school teacher?"
"Your brother literally has the same job?"
"Well, are you going to fuck my brother too?"
"For fuck's sake, Sukuna, get off me!"
Sukuna does let you go but only so he can turn you to face him.
Sukuna doesn't get mad the way normal people do. Usually he's just amused, maybe even mildly annoyed, but blatant rage isn't his thing. After your years of-acquaintanceship? light antagonism?-friendship, you recognized this as the stage where he was about to make his insults increasingly personal until you needed to go cry in the bathroom later.
"We are not dating," you tell him and he rolls his eyes.
"Obviously."
"Therefore, I can go on dates with other people."
"I don't give a fuck if you go on dates with other people."
"Great, because I'm going to go on this date tonight."
"Good for you."
"Yes, yes it is good for me!"
"You seem really happy with your choices," Sukuna goads in that tone of his. You hate that tone.
"I am. I don't plan on just accepting whatever scraps some loser will throw me when there are actually decent guys who want a real relationship."
Sukuna narrows his eyes at you. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I wasn't being subtle," you tell him before leaning back against the counter. Going for casual, knowing you're not quite hitting it. "Don't worry, I don't hold it against you. You can't give what you don't have, you know?"
"No, I don't know," Sukuna bites out and if he was anyone else, you would think you'd hurt his feelings but this wasn't anyone else and there was no way something you said bother him.
"You're just not a relationship person and that's-that's fine, I knew that before we started this thing. It's just, sometimes I want more." You soften your tone from earlier but it doesn't do anything to relieve the tension between the two of you.
"And this, Yuka is going to give you that?" He sounds bitter and he's not touching you. You'd been the one to tell him to back off but you couldn't remember the last time he hadn't had his hands on you in some way when it was just the two of you.
"I think his name was Yuuta," you correct before his expression tells you this is the wrong step.
"Right, okay. You know what, you go on your date and have the best time with Yuuta. I got places to be."
He brushes past you and goes back to his room just as Yuuji opens the door to his.
"Geez, what's his problem?" He asks as he makes his way over to you. You shrug your shoulders and he takes your lack of response as just your normal discontent with his brother and wraps his arm around your shoulder. "Don't let him get to you, he's just a dick."
"I know," you tell him and you do. You know Sukuna's true nature better than most.
You two make your way out of the apartment so you can make your movie and you try to ignore the guilt you feel as Yuuji talks to you.
"You know, he's actually been in a better mood the past few months. I think he might actually be seeing someone. Can you imagine who would be crazy enough to actually date that asshole?"
new series? wrote this to get the rust off so we'll see.
#jjk sukuna#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen sukuna#ryomen sukuna#sukuna ryomen#sukuna x reader#sukuna x y/n#sukuna x you#jujutsu kaisen
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
A rare ingredient
Inumaki x gn!reader
sometimes only being able to say onigiri ingredients gets a little tough on our boy :(
@kairiscorner just tagging you since you wanted to read this!!
The upside of having a crush is, well... everything good that comes along with having a crush. Your smile is the most beautiful thing ever to him. He feels oddly happy most of the time and especially happy when you're by his side. He wants to share everything with you, every minute detail of his life.
The issue is, however, that you've only transferred to Jujutsu High recently and can't understand anything he says. Unlike his other classmates who reply with "thanks" and a grateful smile to "spicy cod roe" as is intended, you simply give him a confused smile every time.
And that doesn't even cover the fact that he doesn't have any words to describe his love for you. He wouldn't have them even if he were able to talk normally like everyone else.
"Kelp." he greeted you, waving.
"Ah, hello!" you inferred that he was greeting you, waving back to him. He swears you look better every day and help but gaze upon your amazing face.
He is eternally grateful for the uniform that covers the lower part of his face, because he doesn't think he would have gotten away with blushing so much around you otherwise.
Normally he would surprise you by sneaking up on you from behind but after you told him that freaks you out he stopped. You're the one person he's willing to make that exception for. Maki isn't as lucky, unfortunately.
"...Tuna mayo." he never knows what to tell you, and considering his limited vocabulary, that would be kind of hard to do anyways. It's fair to say that you do most of the talking when alone with him.
"Uhhh, I met up with my non-sorcerer friends today." you always assume the role of storyteller with Toge. He's a good listener. Though you don't know why he always insists on staying by your side.
"I didn't tell them what I've been up to, of course. They wouldn't believe it anyways. But aside from that, we went to our favourite café that we frequented all the time in middle school." you smiled fondly at the memories that flooded your mind at that moment.
"Salmon." he wants to be invited to that café, too. Prefferably just the two of you. On a date.
You smiled awkwardly at him, nodding. You never know what in the world he's trying to tell you so you just "smile and wave" most of the time.
He furrowed his brows slightly, then looked off, seemingly thinking really hard about something. You raised an eyebrow in question.
"...Prawns." ("...I love you.")
His eyes met yours, and your eyes slightly widened. Did it finally get through to you?! Did you somehow understand his little confession?!
"You've never used that one before..." your expression returned to normal, still smiling at him, atlhough a bit intrigued by the rare ingredient now.
"By the way, are you alright? You're making a weird face." you moved closer to him, inspecting the upper half of his face.
"Caviar." he covered his face with his hands.
You're going to be the death of him.
#ËËË â
⥠ăWolfieâs other worksă ⥠â
ËËË#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#toge x reader#toge x you#inumaki toge#inumaki x reader#jjk inumaki#jjk fluff#inumaki fluff#toge inumaki#inumaki x you#inumaki toge x reader#inumaki toge fluff#inumaki toge x you#x fem reader#jjk x you#x gender neutral reader#x male reader
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Honestly I think my take on the "Chat Noir was not there in the final battle" comes down to the fact that I kind of just don't think a satisfying final battle between Chat Noir and Monarch was actually possible.
I read a lot of fic, for example, and I've read the scenario play out a lot of times in a ton of ways and I've never been fully convinced of it tbh (and not because they weren't great fic!!). It seems just completely traumatic for Adrien in a way that the scenario inherently cannot properly focus on, because it's all happening in the middle of an action scene and Adrien is too busy being Mid-Battle to properly have a cathartic breakdown about it all. I mean, Chat Blanc already showed us what would happen if he did have a breakdown mid-battle (and why wouldn't he?). And though it'd be fun to have a big triumphant moment of him defeating his abusive father, Adrien simply isn't a character who would find that scenario triumphant, or cathartic, or anything other than viscerally traumatic.
Also, I agree that it's unfair that Chat Noir was not presentâ like it was unfairly tilted in Ladybug's favorâ but I don't think it'd be fair if he was present, either. Because Marinette is, in fact, the main character. The main character whose character arc is primarily focused on her finding her footing as a hero and discovering all the responsibilities that come with that power (as opposed to Adrien, whose character arc is moreso about freedom and identity). And let's face it, in a fight between Ladybug and Chat Noir and Monarch, nobody would be focused on Ladybug at all. It's not about her. It's not her fight. She'd just be there as moral support and an extra set of hands, which really doesn't work for her character arc at all and is completely unfair to her!
Basically, it would just be Chat Noir temporarily acting as the main character and having the worst time of his life in the most un-cathartic battle for him possible left completely traumatized with Ladybug in the background awkwardly trying to comfort him after the fact? And then the season ends? And then the next season presumably goes back to Ladybug being the main character? After a time-skip to the new school year? It's just an ending that I feel like is a lot better in theory than actually on paper. And you can probably make an argument for ways that it could be made to work, where it would enhance Ladybug's story in a meaningful way where she still feels like the main character, and would somehow be triumphant for Chat Noir despite it probably being the worst moment of his life, and somehow not make the rest of the series following feel like bonus content as opposed to a continuation of the story...... but, I dunno. I think it's a lot easier said than done.
The fact of the matter is, I've always been waaayyyy more interested in how the aftermath of Gabriel's defeat affects Adrien than the battle itself. Post-Hawkmoth defeat is one of my favorite types of fic for a reason, and it's because the aftermath can be so juicy, especially for Adrien as a character. I think whether or not Adrien is actually there in the battle itself has always been kind of irrelevant to me, because no matter how Gabriel is defeated, his defeat will have immense repercussions on Adrien's life going forward. And the way they did it, Marinette is now a part of it in a more active way, too. Which is good for her character!
( Also, if he was there to triumphantly defeat Gabriel, would that mean he would just.... watch his father die? of cataclysm? a-and.... nathalie would just.... die, too? so he'd have three dead parents after all that? who he watched all die (or, in emilie's case, saw her corpse)? or is this a scenario where MONARCH BEATS CHAT NOIR and still makes the wish? is that cathartic? for Adrien to lose to Gabriel? Frankly, I loved seeing Gimmi and The Wish, it's been teased for so long that I was expecting it, and I loved the fact that Nathalie got to live as her narrative reward for coming to her senses and trying to murder Gabriel with a crossbow. I like that we got to watch a full season of Gabriel painfully dying to a cataclysmâ poetically inflicted on him by Adrien, but of Gabriel's own doing. I like that Nathalie has presumably adopted Adrien after having an arc of her trying to be a parent to him once she realized nobody else would, that's so much more interesting than any other alternative. I just don't see how all of these things, some of my favorite things that season 5 gave, can still all exist at once with Chat Noir present in the final battle in any way that's satisfying. )
2K notes
·
View notes
Note
hiiii please could i request plus size shy reader being asked out on a date and getting anxious itâs a joke (itâs not). i would LOVE this with steve or james but i love everyone you write for so i donât mind if youâd rather choose another character! have a lovely day/night! đ«¶đ»
Thanks for requesting my love!
cw: implied insecurity around size
Steve Harrington x shy!plus size!reader ⥠1.3k words
You can feel sweat on the insides of your thighs. Every step you take chafes. Between the heat and your nerves you think you probably look about as shiny as a glazed donut, and you worry that if you lift a hand in front of your face youâll find it shaking.Â
You donât actually know what youâre doing here.Â
When Steve asked you to meet him at the fair, your yes was automatic. He was all brown eyes and gentle features, the apple of his throat bobbing at the tail end of the question, and you hadnât known any quicker way to get away from all that than simply agreeing and ducking into the kitchen to grab an imaginary order. Whether you actually wanted to go out with him was irrelevant, though of course you did. You still do, you think.Â
But later, youâd remembered who he was. Not just Steve, who comes into your work and downs chocolate milkshakes like heâs in some sort of competition while tossing you sugary smiles that make it impossible for you to remember anyoneâs orders, but Steve Harringon. King of the gum-popping populars when youâd all been in high school, who publicly degraded Nancy Wheeler just for breaking up with him and who has since been rumored to date a rotation of Hawkinâs most model-esque girls. He would know how to flirt with a girl like you. Might do it just for a laugh. Might even ask you on a phony date simply to humiliate you when you thought it was real.Â
And now youâre here, looking sweat-glazed and lost in the middle of the crowd, feeling like a complete fucking loser. Well done, King Steve.Â
âHey!âÂ
Youâre not sure if itâs worse to stay, and slowly reconcile with the fact that youâve been duped, or leave and have to face him at work the next time he comes in. Quitting your job is starting to sound like a tempting option.Â
âHey!âÂ
You nearly jump out of your skin when a sure hand lands on your shoulder, and a second later Steve is rounding you with that half-quirked smile of his. His face is cast pink by the neon light of the sign youâre standing in front of.Â
âSorry,â he says, âI was gonna wait at the front, but the line for tickets was getting long so I figured Iâd better get in there and grab ours.â He holds up a hand, fanning the two tickets out.Â
âOh.â The word comes out of you on a breath. Steve leans in to hear you better, not a flicker of pique in his expression for your soft voice in this loud atmosphere. âThatâs smart.âÂ
His eyes crinkle as though youâve said something funny, his hand dropping from your shoulder as he gives a one armed shrug. Youâd forgotten it was there and yet you miss it instantly. âWell, thanks. Some people say I can be that, every now and then.âÂ
You feel your eyes go wide. âOh, no, sorry, of course youâre smart,â you say in a rush. âI didnât mean to sound surprised, I was justâŠâÂ
âI get it.â The pink light softens the teasing in Steveâs look into something even sweeter. You feel your face warm. âDo you wanna grab a funnel cake or something?âÂ
âWhyâŠâ Youâre suddenly conscious again of your sweaty thighs, the way your sundress cuts into your middle and leaves the skin of your wide shoulders on display. âWhy would I want that?âÂ
Steve looks confused, his smile lingering but faint. âI dunno, do you? Iâm starving, I havenât eaten since lunch. We could have whatever, though, if youâve got something against funnel cake.âÂ
You blink, the flame of apprehension that had flared in your chest sputtering back down to an ember. âNo, sorry,â you say, befuddled once again. What does he want with you? When and where will the other shoe drop? âI like funnel cake.âÂ
Steve pays for the both of you and youâre too dazed to stop him, still reeling from the hand he placed on your back to guide you through the crowd and seems in no hurry to remove. It rests just above the waistline of your dress, gentle but definitively there, radiating warmth through the fabric. When he does remove it, itâs to sit down beside you at the picnic table so you can eat, one form of contact replaced by another as his jeans press into your bare leg and you try not to spiral out.Â
âThese things are a disaster for me,â he says, breaking off another piece of funnel cake with his fingers. His chin and the front of his shirt are already covered in a light dusting of powdered sugar, which is somehow more endearing than offputting. Youâre currently suppressing the mortifying urge to wipe it off and lick your finger. âI love fried food, and I go even crazier for sugar, so the combination is justâGod.â He shakes his head, looking blissed out in the same way you recognize from when heâs half done with a milkshake. âIf you donât want to see me again after this, Iâm gonna have a really hard time staying away from your work. Iâll be screwed.âÂ
You stare at him. Why would he be affected by how you feel about tonight? If anything, the need to avoid Steve Harrington should drive you out of town. Guys like him can do whatever they want. If he told everyone that heâd never even spoken to you and you were making this date nonsense up for attention, that would probably be more readily believed than what seems to be happening here.Â
âJesus Christ.â Steve has discovered the powdered sugar spillage down his front. He dusts off his shirt and does exactly what youâve been wanting to, using his fingers to wipe his face and then sucking the sugar off them one by one. He looks almost sheepish when he meets your eyes, in a boyish, humorous way. âSorry, Robin always says I eat like a fucking animal.â
âYouâre good,â you assure him. âItâs kind of impossible to avoid with powdered sugar, right?â You actually had managed to avoid it, by leaning over the little paper tray as you ate, but thatâs beside the point. âYou think you might want to go out again?âÂ
Itâs blunt, not like you, and if youâd taken more than two milliseconds to think it through you know you wouldnât have asked. Your cheeks burn.Â
Steveâs brows furrow with his thumb still in his mouth, and he tilts his head like a puppy. âThatâs kind of the point of dates, right?â he asks, sounding halfway between confusion and amusement. âI mean, ideally, you usually want to go out more than once.âÂ
âRight.â Now youâve managed to make yourself sound like an idiot. On top of being several sizes bigger and decibels quieter than most of the other girls Steve goes out with, now youâre an airhead as well. âThat makes sense, sorry.âÂ
âYou donât need to keep saying youâre sorry.â Steve smiles lopsided and sweet, and you canât find even a trace of the infamous King Steve in it. Maybe in the round apple of his cheek, or the easy way he leans on the table, but not in the warmth of the look heâs giving you. The ones heâs been giving you, unreciprocated and largely mistrusted, for weeks now. âLook, we donât have to worry about that stuff tonight. You can figure out if you think Iâm worth another shot after weâre done here, and if you decide to give me a lifetime ban from your work, Iâll get it. Letâs just have fun for now, right?âÂ
You bite the inside of your lip, considering the soft brown of his eyes, the tiny bit of powdered sugar heâs missed just by the corner of his lips. Letâs just have fun.
âOkay,â you say. Something new and light flickers in your chest at his answering grin. âWhere do you wanna start?â
#steve harrington#steve harrington x reader#shy!reader#plus size!reader#steve harrington x shy!reader#steve harrington x plus size!reader#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x self insert#steve harrington fandom#steve harrington fanfiction#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington fic#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington angst#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington scenario#steve harrington drabble#steve harrington blurb#steve harrington one shot#steve harrington oneshot#stranger things#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fic#stranger things fandom#stranger things x reader
475 notes
·
View notes
Text
about time - katsuki bakugo one shot àŁȘ ÖŽÖ¶ÖžâŸ.
warnings: slight nsfw, fluff, jealousy, unrequited love, drinking, not proofread
Katsuki Bakugo was notoriously selective, a truly picky bastard. Throughout school, he chose only the best friends, consumed the finest things, and wore only what met his standards. Every potential girlfriend had to fit his exact type or else he didn't think she was worth it. Even socializing was strictly on his terms; anything less and he quickly grew disinterested. He had meticulously crafted his life to perfection.
It wasn't until U.A. that he encountered more resistance to his douchebag lifestyle. Despite his pickiness, his friends started pushing back, which he begrudgingly accepted. Even when he treated people harshly, they stuck to him like magnetsâexcept you, not anymore. After graduating U.A., he surprisingly maintained friendships with everyone from class 1A, despite intending to focus solely on his career like he said he would from the beginning. He even allowed a friendship with a former victim of his bullying from middle school. Izuku Midoriya.
He had softened, though he couldn't quite pinpoint why he stayed. What was so special about these idiots? If given the choice, he would prefer the company of the top 10 heroes to maintain appearances. He desired only the best, without compromise. So, why did he want you?
You weren't his type at all. You didn't meet any of his standards. Once at U.A., you had boldly asked him what his type was, and he arrogantly replied, "Definitely not you," before nonchalantly walking away. To this day, he can't quite understand why he said that. He tries to convince himself that maybe it was because you were asking for someone else. But deep down, he didn't find you attractive until you reached your twenties. That was a lie, he always found you attractive.
Lately, during outings to bars or game nights at Izuku's place, he began noticing little things about youâthe sweet scent of vanilla that clung to you, the way your nose wrinkled when you laughed, and the delicate brush of your fingers along the rim of your beer when you were getting tipsy. He even found himself liking the way your hair fell over your face as you mentioned growing out your bangs.
What bothered him most was catching that half-and-half bastard, Shoto Todoroki, staring at you too.
Maybe he'd always harbored a touch of jealousy towards Shoto, though he'd never admit it. He was always neck and neck with Izuku in terms of Quirk popularity. What irked him more was Shoto's legion of fangirls, far outnumbering his own. Sure, Katsuki had his fair share of female attention, but Shoto possessed an enigmatic allure that even his own admirers found captivating. Katsuki resented him, loathed himâand now, with you all wandering the streets of Tokyo after a night of revelry, it was so much worse.
It was Katsuki, you, Izuku, Sero, Denki, Mina, and Shoto. After three hours at a nearby karaoke bar, Tokyo's night air was turning chilly with winter approaching, visible in the breaths you exhaled. As everyone headed back to Izuku's place, they paused to watch a street performer. Drunkenly singing and laughing, Katsuki happened to glance at you at the worst moment, catching fragments of your tipsy conversation with Shoto.
"I'm cold, Sho," you chimed, your voice tinged with alcohol but giggly nonetheless.
He observed as Shoto leaned closer to you. The two of you settled on a park bench across from him, and Shoto inched nearer to gently tap your nose.
"Your nose is all red. Come here," Shoto murmured, lifting you onto his lap as you giggled some more. You weren't really dressed for a night out, wearing a short black skirt with tights and black chunky heels.
Katsuki's stomach dropped as he watched you two. Shoto leaned closer and closer while his hand traveled up your thigh and under your skirt. Katsuki wanted to look away but he just couldn't. Even watching you like this fascinated him although he was gritting his teeth in frustration. The twirling cord in his stomach snapped when he saw Shoto close his eyes and lean in for a kiss to which you happily met him with your lips. You were smiling into his lips as Shoto used his quirk to warm you up. As the two of you continued to publicly make out on the park bench, Katsuki sat with his elbows on his knees, hands intertwined and staring dead at you both. He was so angry that his eyes started to twitch.
Before he could blow up the poor half-and-half bastard, he felt Izuku take a seat next to him on the bench. Denki, Mina, and Sero were still dancing and singing along with the street performer.
"Oh wow, PDA huh," Izuku disrupted Katsuki's anger-fueled thoughts.
"Tell me about it," Katsuki hissed in response. His grip tightened.
"Good for them, Y/N has always had a crush on Shoto." Izuku crosses his legs and rubs his hands together. He finally noticed it was chilly.
Katsuki released the breath he had anxiously been holding this whole time. So that means when you asked his type you were asking for someone else. He knew it. He didn't know whether to be happy or sad about that.
"But we'll never forget her little crush on you." Izuku drunkenly laughs to himself realizing he might've said too much.
"She had a crush on me? When?" Katsuki asks a little too excitedly.
"Uh, back at U.A. but you said she wasn't your type, remember?"
Katsuki feels like an asshole. You must've gone around and told the whole group about how he said that to you. He feels slightly embarrassed for his past self now knowing that you remember it as much as he does. He looks over at you and notices that Shoto is now on his phone and you are staring at the others and the street performer. He wonders what just stopped your heated make-out session with Shoto, not that he isn't happy it's over. You suddenly stand up and walk over to Izuku, completely ignoring Katsuki. He deserves that, he thinks. He's actually not sure the last time you approached him just to approach him. You only really talk to him in group settings or if he speaks to you first.
"Izu- I need to pee, I'm going to that restroom," you point to the restroom sign that leads to a somewhat dark alley. Katsuki doesn't like that.
"Hey, I'll walk you over there. It's kind of dark," His voice sounds way more worried than he meant for it too.
"Uh, yeah, okay," You hesitate to accept his offer but nod softly.
Katsuki jumps up off the bench and towers over you as he walks behind you slowly. Neither of you says anything on the walk there, it's very clear that you both sobered up at the wrong time.
He waits for you to come out of the restroom. When you do you finally look at him. He notices your eyes aren't as sparkly as before. You look like you might've been crying a little.
"Hey, are you okay?" Katsuki leans into your space to which you back up a little. He understands your body language and backs away allowing you space.
"Yeah," You sniffle and lean against the wall, throwing your head back in defeat.
"Y/N, what's wrong?" He pleads this time. His eyes and his heart filled with worry.
"I just..." You start, on the verge of tears again. "Why don't guys like me?" Your voice cracks as you finally look up at him. He is taken aback by your words. He did not expect that question to fall from your lips.
"W-what? Weren't you and that half-and-half bas-" he starts but you interrupt him with a scoff.
"Shoto just said that if anything were to happen tonight it would be a one-time thing." You laugh, it is all starting to hit you as you slide down the random alley wall.
Katsuki doesn't even say anything. There is literal smoke coming out of his ears he is so angry. How could that half-and-half bastard only want you for one night? He pushed off the wall angrily about to go show him a piece of his mind when you grabbed his forearm to stop him.
"No, it's okay, please don't start anything with him Katsuki," You can't even look at him you're too ashamed of all this. You never wanted to be vulnerable and with Katsuki of all people.
"Y/N, he's lucky he even got a kiss from you. He's a jackass." Katsuki shoves his hands in his pockets to keep them from exploding in anger.
"I don't know, maybe I'm just not his type either." You slowly crawl back into yourself. He hates seeing this affect you like this.
"Y/N, I'm sorry. All those years ago. I was a jackass too. I don't know what the hell I was talking about." Katsuki is looking at you now, under the moonlight. His buzz completely wearing off. You look so pretty, he's staring down at you and it feels like this is the first time you've ever really looked at him.
"It's okay, Katsuki, you don't have to try and make me feel better. I know you have a very specific ty-"
Katsuki cuts off your rambling by grabbing your face. He just can't help it, you look so pretty and your lips are all puffy from crying.
"Hey, no, I was definitely a jackass. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, especially in the moonlight."
Your breath hitches in your throat as he slowly walks you up against the wall.
"Kats-" His lips crash into yours feverishly. He was so desperate and he just needed you to know that he wanted you. You were wanted, so badly. This whole time he's wanted you and deprived himself. He'd make sure to never allow himself to be deprived of you again.
"I'm warm too by the way," Katsuki lifts you up against the wall and grabs at your thigh. His quirk heats up his hands and suddenly you're moaning into his mouth. "I've wanted this for years."
You're pulling at his hair as he kisses down your neck. His hands search your body, grabbing any parts of you that he can. His hands make their way under your shirt and you're breathless.
"Kats," you moan his name into his mouth.
"Yes, baby?" He groans and your cheeks are flushed at the sudden pet name.
"Your house or mine? I need you. Right now." He's looking at you with heavily lidded eyes. He's never seen you so perfectly full of lust. He would take you right here in this alley if you'd let him.
"Whichever is closer." He puts you down and takes your hand in his. You're running behind him but your heels slow you down quite a bit.
You're laughing so hard and he stops out of nowhere to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder. His hand covers your skirt so that you're not flashing anyone. He wasn't training to be a pro hero for nothing, he was super strong.
"Bye, guys! See you later," Katsuki runs past the rest of the group with a giant smile on his face. Since you were facing the opposite way you watched all of their confused faces as you waved goodbye to them. Shoto seems to look the most confused out of all of them, he thought you'd go home with him tonight.
"Denki, you owe me $50! My ship has sailed!" Mina squeals as she sits down next to Izuku, fist-bumping him with a huge smile on her face.
"Damn, I don't even have $50 right now." Denki frowns anxiously.
435 notes
·
View notes