#I really hope these make sense bc if not they’re just going to sound like ramblings by a crazy person
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i think i’ve seen this film before
hobie brown x fem!reader
request?: yes
request: “Can I request a hobie brown x fem! reader who saves his life but almost dies. Like, she’s super protective over him and one day they’re fighting an anomaly.”
requested by: anon
word count: 2.8k
genre: angst with some fluff
Warnings: language, strangling, mentions of injuries, knives, mentions of stabbing, near-death experiences, murder, death, mentions of stitches, canon event happenings, kraven the hunter (he himself deserves a warning lmao), bruising, cuts, blood
A/N: angst be my favorite lol i hope you enjoy this anon! sorry for the torture hobie and (y/n) go through in this oops ALSO t-swift title bc i enjoy pain
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The minute you came to Spider Society, Hobie became your best friend. Literally, y’all hit it off immediately. The two of you were seemingly inseparable and made the best team out of all of the spiders. He was overly protective of you, and you were overly protective of him. Because of that, it wasn’t surprising to anyone in the slightest when the two of you shared a kiss after a mission. Of course, for the two of you, it was an in the moment thing. Both of you were hurt and needed the other person to be okay and while the two of you were frantically making sure the other was alive and okay Hobie somehow ended up with his lips on yours out of relief you were still here. And then from that moment on you were together all the time romantically on top of being best friends.
Miguel noted this and started to try and send you two on missions without each other, but every time Hobie wouldn’t listen and end up with you anyways. So, he had no choice but to send the two of you together. But he was always worried that one of you wouldn’t be fast enough to save the other. And if that happened… well he’s seen enough Peter’s lose a Gwen to have a guess.
And today his fear nearly came true.
The two of you were on a mission going against a particularly difficult anomaly in his world. Of course, you and Hobie had taken on just as bad before and been fine, so going into it there wasn’t really any concern. But during the fight, things were getting a little hairy. The two of you land on a building to regroup and rethink your methods of attack. “Kravens fucking suck,” you growl, and Hobie nods. “Can always count on the bloody Russian wanker to make shit ‘arder ‘an it should be,” he frowns. “How do all the damn Kravens know how to develop the damn spray to cancel out our senses?” you ask, rolling your shoulder back since he had hit you there earlier after numbing your spider sense. Hobie rubs it without a second thought. “‘ow bad ‘e getcha, love?”
“I’ll be okay. Just pisses me off,” you mumble, and Hobie nods. “Don’t push y’self, (Y/n), it’s not worth it. If Miguel wants to catch ‘is guy so bad ‘e can do it ‘imself,” Hobie says, and you shake your head. “We can do this, just gotta come up with a new strategy.”
“Right, then. We’ll give ‘im hell like we did ‘at one time with Lizard in Miles’ dimension,” he suggests, and you nod. “Sounds like a plan. We can even knock him off the top of the roof of this building. He may be strong but he’s not us.” Hobie nods.
“Stay safe, (Y/n).”
“You too, Hobie.”
With that, the two of you leap off the building, Hobie going directly in front of Kraven and taunting him while you went behind him, getting ready to strike. Unsurprisingly, it worked. The two of you got in quite a few punches, kicks, and hits, but this Kraven just… wasn’t going down. The two of you didn’t know this, but he was actually drugged up on some enhancer from his world, so his durability was even stronger than usual. And getting a few good hits in just pissed him off. The two of you were going in for a similar attack, Hobie going behind him this time to catch him off guard, except that didn’t necessarily happen. Kraven caught him off guard. He turned around, grabbing Hobie by the throat. He gripped Kraven’s hands, trying to get them off, but his strength was too enhanced. Hobie actually felt panicked. He’s been through things like this a lot, but now he had you. And not only that, you were here, with him.
And he’s supposed to be protecting you.
His eyes widen as he feels Kraven tighten his grip, cutting off his airflow completely. Now, he was really panicking. He was desperately trying to pry Kraven’s hands off his throat, but nothing seemed to be working. He subconsciously started glancing around, trying to find you. If he was going to die, he wanted you to be the last thing he saw. Not this overly muscled asshole currently murdering him. He heard him muttering some shit in Russian, but he was too preoccupied with his vision starting to get fuzzy and going black. By this point, bitter tears were falling down his face, and all he could think about was you. He’d stopped fighting as hard at this point, mainly because he literally couldn’t fight any harder than he was, weakly trying to get Kraveen off in any way he could think. But it just wasn’t working. Nothing was working.
That is until Kraven got railed with a semi.
He let go of Hobie, and Hobie gasped for air. He fell to the ground, everything was hazy and he was too dizzy to stand up. He coughed, looking up at where the semi came from, and saw you. Kraven was angrily standing up again, and you were laser-focused on him. You charge at him, getting another good hit to his face. Hobie smirks, trying to stand, but realizes after he stumbles back down to that ground that he is nowhere near that point just yet. So he tries his best to take deep breaths and recover from what he just went through. But that leaves you alone fighting this piece of shit. He doesn’t necessarily like that idea very much. His eyes don’t leave you once. He knows how strong you are, but knowing how strong this anomaly is, worries him. So he calls for backup. Jessica answers, and he speaks. His voice is raspy, almost unrecognizable. “Need ‘elp,” he starts, still staring at you, then he sees something that makes his entire body go numb.
Kraven punches you in the leg, and you suddenly stumble. You fall to the ground, and Kraven makes it a point to punch your other leg. And then both of your arms. Until you can’t move. Hobie’s heart drops as he realizes he’s using his nerve punch against you. He kicks you, hard, punching you in the face this time. Then, he pulls out his bolo knife. Hobie is running before he can even process it, and he learns later on that in his moment Jess heard him scream in a way she’s never heard before. He gets to Kraven and feels a searing pain spread across his chest, but he couldn’t care less about himself in the moment. He reaches out for you, ready to shield you with his body so Kraven can’t cut you again, but before he can grab you, Kraven picks you up by your throat, dangling you off the top of the building. You can’t even fight back, all of your limbs are limp and you just have to endure the choking Hobie went through earlier. Kraven laughs. “Do anything to me, and I drop her.”
“Let ‘er go. Now.”
“Well, if you insist.”
He drops you. He drops you right off of the high rooftop the three of you are on. Hobie screams, but Kraven quickly grabs him, preventing him from saving you. Big mistake on his part. Hobie growls, punching Kraven directly in the face. He doesn’t hold back. Kraven crumples to the ground, and Hobie jumps over the side of the building, trying to get to you as fast as he can. He doesn’t give a fuck about capturing Kraven anymore. You can’t move. You can’t web away from this.
You’re just falling.
You’re happy you have your mask on because you worry that the fear in your eyes would break Hobie. Hobie feels the same about himself as he reaches out for you, but you’re too far away from him. He shoots a web out, connecting to your abdomen as you near the ground, webbing himself against the building so you won’t keep falling. So you’ll be safe. He has to keep you safe.
To Miguel, he’s seen this scene a thousand times. The exact positioning, the panic, the way Spider-Man isn’t rationally thinking in the moment and makes a web mistake that destroys him. Typically, Miguel would stand aside. This is technically a canon event multiple spiders go through. But something in him isn’t accepting the two of you going through the event of losing the other.
Canon event or not, Miguel wasn’t about to let another spider die today.
Jess zooms over on her motorcycle, shooting webs out of her gloves to form a web of cushioning underneath of where you are about to hit the ground while Miguel leaps, shooting a web out to connect to your head to lessen the blow since he can’t get to you in time. Luckily, the web below you mixed with Miguel’s precaution quite literally saved your life. Your head did bounce back a bit, yes, enough to give you whiplash, but you were alive. Albeit very injured, but alive. Hobie leaps down immediately, landing on the web and cradling you in his arms. He rips yours and his mask off, bringing his ear down to your lips to hear you breathing. Then he puts his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat. It’s only then that he can calm down slightly. But then he sees the knife wounds all over your body. He looks into your eyes, seeing tears as he wipes them away. Sometimes he wipes away his own tears that dripped down onto your face. “Love? (Y/n)? Can ya ‘ear me?” he asks, but you just slowly blink at him.
You’re too tired to listen. You can’t really hear anything, but it breaks your heart to see Hobie’s face. The way he’s frantically trying to talk to you. You just don’t have the energy to say anything. He’s moving so much faster than you could even imagine moving right now. You can see Hobie mouthing to stay awake to you, but you can’t hear his voice. You wish you could hear his voice. You love his voice. He gently slaps your cheek, pulling your attention back to him. He looks so sad. He starts getting fuzzy, and you struggle to keep your eyes open. You know he’s telling you to stay awake and you know you probably should, but you’re just so tired. And cold. But Hobie will hold you and make you feel warmer. So, a little nap should be fine.
Your losing consciousness scares the shit out of him. He holds you close to him, crying and mumbling that he’s sorry over and over again. He only stops when Miguel approaches him, telling him they have to get you back to Spider Society so they can take you to medical. “But you have to let go of her…” Hobie shakes his head. “No. No, I’ll carry ‘er,” he says, and his voice sounds more like pleading than anything else. Miguel nods. “You can do that. Let’s go.” Hobie stands as Miguel opens a portal, walking through it and holding you as close to him as he can. He frequently checks your pulse, panicking when he realizes it’s fainter than before. As soon as he steps foot back into Spider Society, you’re taken from him. He just has to watch as they take you away. Jessica is holding him back. “You need medical attention too, Hobie. Come on,” she says, staring at the gnarly gash across his chest. He gets stitches, but the entire time he only asks about you. He’s only thinking about you.
“What happened?” Miguel asks him after he’s all fixed up. Hobie shakes his head. “I wasn’t fast enough,” he whispers. His voice is still raspier than usual and Miguel can clearly see bruising around his neck. “She saved you, didn’t she?”
“…I don’t wanna talk abou’ it.”
“Hobie—”
“Yes. Okay? She did. I’m alive cause she ‘elped me and when I needed to ‘elp her, I couldn’t. I ain’t fast enough,” Hobie snaps, and Miguel frowns. “Hobie. This is the job. She’s okay now, but—”
“I don’t give a fuck if it’s the fuckin’ job, Miguel! She got hurt on my watch!… This is my fault…”
“No. It isn’t, it’s that Kraven’s… though I don’t think we’ll need to worry about him anytime soon,” Miguel says, and Hobie glances at him. “Why?”
“You forgot to pack your punches in your panic,” Miguel sighs, and Hobie nods. “Fuckin’ good. Bloody bellend deserved it.”
Miguel shakes his head. “You should be able to go see her now. We needed to stitch her up and give her some blood transfusions so she’ll probably be a little… drowsy if she’s even awake. But you can see her.” Hobie immediately stands. “Where is she?”
Miguel walks him to your room, motioning to Hobie that he can go inside. Hobie walks inside the hospital room and rushes to your bedside. He grabs your hand, rubbing it with his thumb. You’re asleep, and he doesn’t even want to try and wake you up. But he can’t help but notice all the bruises and stitches all over your body. He can’t stop staring at your injuries, but the one that really sticks out is the bruising around your neck. He had the same, but he would have gone through it twenty times if it meant you didn’t have to. He’s crying again, but he doesn’t even make an effort to wipe the tears away. He just keeps staring at the injuries he couldn’t prevent. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
His head snaps to your face. Your voice is as hoarse as his, yet you’re still looking at him with a tiny smile. “’ow d’ya feel?” he asks, quietly. You sigh. “Bad. Head hurts really bad. Body’s sore. But it’s nothing I can’t handle,” you say, and he nods, looking away from you slightly as a new wave of tears comes over him. You bring your other hand up to his face, wiping some of his tears away. “Don’t cry, Hobie, I’m okay,” you say, and he shakes his head no. “You’re not okay. You’re ‘urt. I couldn’t ‘elp you…” he whispers, and you frown. “No. I should have helped you sooner.”
“Don’t you say ‘at.”
“Then don’t you say bad things about yourself,” you say, and he just looks down. “Hobie… look at me.” He raises his head, looking at your face. “I’m alive, okay?”
“But you almost—”
“Who cares what ‘almost happened.’ It didn’t happen, yeah? I’m here, breathing, talking to you,” you urge, and he shakes his head. “I care. Always gonna care, love,” he whispers, placing his hand on yours on his face, holding it there. You rub his cheek with your thumb, and he lets out a shaky breath. “I killed ‘im, y’know?”
“I’m so surprised,” you say sarcastically, and a ghost of a smile graces his face. But it disappears as fast as it came. “Really, though. ‘m sorry, (Y/n). This shouldn’ta ‘appened to ya,” he mumbles. You shake your head. “It’s okay, Hobie. You did your best,” you say, and he sighs. “Ya sound tired.”
“I am… apparently getting stabbed and cut multiple times makes you lose a lot of blood. Who would have thought, right?” you joke, and Hobie shakes his head. “Go to sleep, love.”
“Only if you join me.”
“Ya stable enough for ‘at?” he asks, hesitating just because of your recovery process. “I’ll be a lot less stable if I don’t get to hold you, Hobart,” you say, and he shakes his head. “I’m rubbin’ off on ya too much.”
“Impossible.” You scoot over, and he lays down. You wrap your arms around him as he places his head on your chest. Hearing your heartbeat is soothing to him right now. He gently wraps his arm around your waist, careful not to agitate your wounds. You rub his arm for a few moments before falling asleep. Now that he knows you’re okay(ish) and that you’re alive, he suddenly feels very tired. Maybe it’s just the lull of your heartbeat, but he falls asleep shortly after you.
Jess and Miguel look inside the room. “You interfered with a canon event,” Jess says, and Miguel shrugs. “I don’t like when spiders die.”
“Sure. That’s the only reason,” Jess mutters, softly smiling at the two of you. It was cute how in love the two of you were, even after a near-death experience on both ends. Peter B. Parker appears behind them, looking into the room and covering Mayday’s eyes. “Oh, shit— I mean shoot. Don’t tell your mom. What did I miss, you guys?”
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i feel like sae is ooc bc what is characterisation
did you miss me guys ☝️
sae doesn’t really know how to react when his teammates ask about you. if he didn’t know any better, he’d probably be a stuttering mess but sae is not foolish. and he is not weak. his composure will not falter. every five seconds, the camera flickers to you, with your nonchalant face until someone on his team scores.
you gave up on trying to cover your face up at this point, your cap is discarded somewhere and he can see you slightly shivering. you’re close enough to blind his eyesight every time he turns to look at you, even though he will deny that he even glanced your way. he can see that you’re trying to look as invested as possible, but it’s very obvious that you aren’t. sae would usually say that he doesn’t really care, as long as this whole ordeal brings back money, but he finds that he does kind of care. maybe just a little.
and then what he thought was a tiny bit of pity turns into a whole lot of it. he finds himself impatiently counting the seconds till halftime to talk to you. he runs across the field, again, and then again, hoping time will just go by quicker. it usually always does when he’s playing soccer. he’s lost count of the number of times his name has been pronounced by the people on the speakers. normally, he would care; having his name being said more than the others gives him some sense of pride, even though he will never admit it.
when halftime finally comes by, he rushes into the locker rooms. he doesn’t really care, the game is already over for him, it’s quite clear his team has won by a long shot. so he sacrifices five minutes of his time and comes out early, only to stop right in front of where you’re sitting. wordlessly (much to his dismay) he tosses his windbreaker to you, and you smile at him. he is blinded again, but he thinks that the aftereffect is less damaging to his eyes now. is that a good thing ? no it probably isn’t. it’s alright. maybe. you do not make eye contact. you trouble his vision until all he can focus on is you. it sounds pathetic, probably. it’s alright. he’ll live. it’s fake anyways, right ?
the authenticity of the relationship has yet to be proved, but the pit of swarming emotions he feels in his stomach is slowly starting to materialise. he’s not used to not having what he wants. it’s odd to know he has you but he doesn’t really. he hopes that is what he feels. the crowd roars. you smile. he smiles back, for what is most likely the first time ever in public. you laugh slightly, for the cheers of the people all around are louder than the screams they let out whenever someone scores. you blow him a kiss, and he rolls his eyes, but he still walks away with an almost grin on his lips.
his teammates holler when he enters the room again. they’re not stupid. he receives countless nudges, and suddenly the light hanging on the ceiling feels dimmer than before.
sae skips every interview at the end of the match. the reporters are persistent, screaming your name all over and over again to get a bit of his attention. you slipped away before anyone else, afraid of getting caught in the crossfire. it’s alright, he understands. you text him, congratulating him on his victory. it’s not as dry as he makes it out to be, but he is sour from the fact that you’re not here in person to congratulate him. maybe he is slightly disappointed in the fact that he doesn’t get to see you outside the planned dates his manager sets up. he shouldn’t be, though.
he likes the message, even though his fingers tentatively hover around his keyboard, looking for something to write. he barely knows you, you barely know him. why is he so attached already ? he sighs, and turns off his phone instead because sae has never been the greatest with emotions. you look like you don’t feel anything deep at all. but it’s all for the cameras.
why does he care. why does he keep on trying. why does he feel this way, why why why why.
he feels as if his eyesight is damaged now, and everything is less bright. the vibrant green of the field turns shallow and dull, and he can’t help but miss the colour of your eyes.
a reporter shouts in front of him, loud enough to make him hear, and wince. "mr. itoshi ! how much do you like (name) !?"
the question catches him off guard. he notices how formally he is adressed, contrarily to you. you do have that sort of aura that lures people in, he remarks, and he ponds on the question again. his manager is besides him, looking at him expectantly. sae pretends not to see, and he is so close to walking away when his mind rushes to you again. you and your small smile, you and your profile picture on twitter, you and his windbreaker, you and your bright, bright eyes. and he wonders how you would react if he said the words sitting on the tip of his tongue.
so he lets them cascade out of his mouth, erasing the crease between his brows and turning his lips the slightest bit upwards. "a lot." and he walks away again before he can hear the next question, wondering if you feel as giddy as him.
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Angst Simon x reader
Old draft I finished at 2am, does it make sense? Idk not really, do I care? Also no bc I lowkey kinda love it. Alway idk rlly know how to end this so send some ideas in on how you think it should end bc I’m torn bro
ALSO ig im back for now! after months...hehehe 😅
You’ve done long distance relationships, and they’re hard. Much harder than most people think them to be. But whatever you have, going with Simon is harder.
You don’t know what he does for a living, or why he leaves you for months on end, only to come for a month or two (at the most) and leave in the middle of the night. He doesn’t say goodbye, doesn’t even say hello.
One morning you’ll wake up and he’ll be there, arms wrapped around you, and his chest rising and falling steadily. And then the next morning he’ll be gone, leaving you to wake up to a cold bed and no idea of where he’s gone off to or when he’ll be back. Sometimes he’ll leave a warm breakfast in the microwave in apology, or a boquete of flowers. Other times you get nothing, and he vanishes without a trace.
Once he’s gone you don’t hear from him for months until he gets back. Until he shows up in your bed again, on a random, sunny morning. That may just be the hardest part.
You respect his need for privacy, never pushing him to tell you what he does or where he goes. If he wants to tell you he will, but sometimes you can’t help but wonder if he’s even really real or you’re just hallucinating it all. It quite literally feels like you’re dating a ghost.
But for now, you pretend like the jarring nightmares he has are normal, or the excessive amounts of scars that paint his body aren’t there. For now, you keep the bubbling curiosity you feel strapped down and tucked away.
Whatever you have with Simon isn’t too hard, not on a day-to-day basis, but sometimes it gets harder.
Some days you go through the day, every cell in your body aching to see him, hear him, smell him, touch him, and taste him. Other days it comes randomly, often before bed, as an animistic need for him with you that bubbles under your skin, trying to claw it way out, only to be satisfied by him. Those nights you go to sleep hoping - no praying - for some miracle to bring him back to you. To wake up the next morning with him at your side.
Most times your prayers go unheard. Leaving you to wake up in an empty bed again, and the need for something as simple as his presence unsatisfied.
Rarely though, are your prayers answered and you’re awoken to the sound of soft breathing next to you, and the weight of his arms around your waist and the comforting warmth that radiates from him and envelops you. Today is one of those rare days.
You watch his sleeping form, your heart swelling with gratitude and love. You shift closer to him, burying your head into his chest and inhaling deeply, trying to get enough of him to last you a century. In his arms all your worries and stress, and everything bad disappears. You can already feel it all melting away. You feel relieved. It makes you want to cry – no it does make you cry.
Simon wakes to your trembling body and silent sobs. At first, he simply shoves his face deeper into the crook of your neck with a small groan, placing gentle kiss to the skin. After a moment though, everything starts to come into focus, and he becomes aware of the quiet sound of sniffing and shaking figure in his arms. He pulls away quickly, suddenly more alert and completely awake as worry and fear course through him.
“Darling?” The pet name slips through his teeth so easily, the roughness of sleep adding to his already deep voice and for some reason it only makes you cry harder. “Darling what's wrong?” He asks worriedly. You sniff, choking on your own tears as you attempt to respond.
“I c-cant do this anymore Simon.”
He frowns, his stomach dropping at your words, “Do what?” he asks.
“This,” you emphasize, “The never knowing where you are or when you're going to come home, or if you're even going to come home in the first place!” another sob escapes you, “it's too much for me. I-I mean sometimes it's okay but other times it's just so unbearable! I just can't do it anymore.” you cry
Hes silent, unsure of what to say to comfort you. He knew this arrangement was rough on you. He’d thought he’d been protecting you by not telling you the truth about his work, but he wasn’t sure telling you now would make things any better.
His body seems to have a mind of its own and he find himself reaching for you, pulling you into his lap and easing you both down as he sushs you gently.
“I know love, I know,” he cooes, but your quieting sobs are the only response to his weak attempts of comfort that he desperately hopes hide how torn he is on what to do. He listens to your breathing as it evens out and your body relaxes against his as you drift back to sleep, but he knows he isn't getting a single wink for a while.
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omg hi. this is one of those requests for when miguel gets home from work n is just exhausted from overworking himself but he just can’t sleep and needs ALLLL of your affection in order for him to relax and put all the problems in the world aside and just focus in you and only you💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 but not the one where he just gets home to “fuck his stress away” i don’t really like those they’re boring bc he used u n then he knocks tf out😞😞😞💔💔.
if u do this i love you 2939950382728205 and hope you eat good tonight🫦🫦🫦.
Hahaha thank you for this request! Hope you like it!!
Am I 2939950382728205 loveable now?
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Paraíso secreto
Pairing: Miguel o'hara x female reader
Word count: 2800
Warnings: none, sensual tension
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You had cleaned up the kitchen, did away the dishes and finally tucked yourself within your blanket to sink back into the cushions of your couch. The television light was all that illuminated the room as you browsed through movies instead of catching up with your favorite shows, because that had to wait till the weekend, upon strict orders from your husband.
It was his sacred routine, to watch them with you and you didn’t want to break his heart by watching them alone. He had been away for a few weeks and it was well accustomed to have such nights with the nature of his work. You didn’t mind when he got busy, you worked around it and kept yourself occupied but sometimes it would catch when you weren’t noticing.
The longing, the solitary routine making you want to run to that phone and call him home.
The movie tiles kept moving and yet nothing seemed interesting. You wanted to hear him say your name. Sighing you tilted your head up, the ceiling looked just as vacant as you were feeling. Your phone lit up next to you, you turned to it instantly, hoping for a message from him. That he was coming home but it was only a notification for tomorrow’s weather.
Cloudy with a high chance of rain.
Great, you thought. Another day with depressing weather that you longed for the sun to come out again.
Where was the warming sun when you needed it?
Where was he when you wanted him?
You stayed up late in the hope that he would return, atleast today but as the clock ticked away into midnight hours, it was clear that you were going to have to make your way to a cold empty bed. But the phone shone in your hand, your finger itching to click on the number with his name on it.
You hovered over it bringing to your senses the warmth of his body, the scent on his skin, the soft touch of his fingers and the velvet brown of his eyes. All of it making you miss him more. Maybe you could ring him just to say that. Maybe you could ring him and he would appear at your front door. But you didn’t. You had signed up for this, the lonely nights and his schedules.
Just as you were about to get up to grab a late night snack, the door beeped open. You froze, the surprise of hearing the sound of his footsteps down the hallway made this moment feel like a dream. And then he called your name, his voice ridden with sleep and his soul tired of having been away.
“In here.”, you responded to him, scared that if you went out to him, he might disappear and all this would turn into a mirage, one of your own mind’s doing.
But he appeared in front of you, his eyes dilating at the sight of you. The tension from his shoulders escaped as he took in a deep breath.
“dios mío, te he extrañado.”, he exhaled and with it walked towards you, to trap you in his arms as he crawled over you. Now unable to move away, he lifted your blanket to get under it.
“Ay my feet will get cold.”, you squirmed while he adjusted himself over you, to rest one arm over your abdomen, the other looping behind your back to then have his head nuzzle into the crook of your chest.
With that he sunk into you, letting go off all the strings that he kept held together. You could see his slow breathing reverberate through the blanket, his warmth encasing you. You relaxed too, running your hands over his back before bringing it back up to pet his hair.
“I’ve missed you too.”, you leaned forward to kiss the back of his head as it peeked up from beneath the blanket. His eyes were closed but beneath it, it was lined with dark circles, he looked exhausted. As you huffed a smile at his neediness, you ran your fingers over his cheek to feel the rough edges of a couple day’s worth stubble. He didn’t smell like the combination of sea salt and bergamot. Instead he reeked of sweat and tarmac.
Where had he been?
“You need a bath.”, you said as you gathered all his hair that had fallen forward to expose his forehead, to try to get him to look at you.
He hummed to agree but refused to move. So you began to stir beneath him only to have his hold tighten. Placing your hands on his shoulder you attempted to push him away but he wouldn't budge.
“Go get yourself cleaned up, big boy.”, you tapped his cheek to wake him up but he nuzzled further and whined.
“Only if you come with me.”, he cribbed not wanting to leave you.
“I’m not the one who’s smelling like a scruffy street rat.”, you laughed. Upon hearing your response, he gasped dramatically.
“A street rat?”, he looked up at you, to which you nodded your head.
“retractate”, he pouted.
“No.”, you said folding your arms.
“Now go and come back soon, I want to cuddle.”, you looked at him with a stern look. To which his eyes narrowed down on you as if he was plotting something.
He got up and you smirked, feeling justified for having gotten him to do what you want. But he sat back on his knees and wrapped his hands around your thighs to pull you up to him. Now in the liberty of his hold, he brought you closer to rub his face into your neck, his hand holding you steady as you fought off giggles. The sweet scent of neroli that was on you was now replaced with the same gunk that was on him. Now sitting back on his heels he gave you a proud smile.
“Now you need a bath too.”, he said as he got up, his fingers wrapping around yours to get you to follow him.
“Fine.”, you rolled your eyes as you smiled giving into his charm.
He turned the shower on, the steam beginning to fill the cold space. He removed his gadgets off him but soon after he turned to you. As though he didn’t want to enter first in the off chance you might slip away. You weren’t certain as to what had gotten into him, usually he would only have the energy to fall asleep. But as his large fingers slid away your night dress with ease, there wasn’t too much to complain about.
He held his hand out, to help you into the tub that also functioned as the shower area, then he got in next and pulled the shower curtains to seal the warmth in.
He stood beneath the shower head, letting the warm water run over him as he closed his eyes, you could tell something was bothering him. So you drew closer, to let the water run over you too.
“Where did you go?”, you asked wanting to know the thoughts that were running in his head.
“Just…”, he sighed, slowly leaning down to rest his forehead on your shoulder, his hand coming to rest in the small of your back.
“work.”, he told you. None of his other projects had drained him to this extent.
“Is it classified?”, you whispered as he reached for the shower gel.
“No.”, he said it with a laugh.
“It’s this boy that's wrecking everything I worked hard to set right.”, he spoke with frustration as he squeezed a dollop of soap into your hands and his.
“He won’t listen to me.”, his brows furrowed.
“Now he’s run off and I don’t know what to do.”, he growled as his claws retracted a little as he rubbed his hands together in anger, the soap generating a lot of leather that now got washed away. But when his eyes found yours, he took a deep breath, as if remembered where he was and retracted his claws.
“Now I’m wasting our time together by rambling about something irrelevant.”, he pursed his lips.
“I'm failing at everything.”, his shoulders slumped.
“At keeping the multiverse together, at being a leader for the society I created and”, he paused his brows furrowing further as though he had made a mistake.
“at being your husband.”, he said finally as he closed his eyes.
So that was what all this was about.
“I’ve left you unattended and alone and – you stopped his rambling by placing a finger on his lips.
“You’re here now.”, you eased him.
“I do miss you, but moments like these make up for it.”, you lathered the soap into your hands.
“So I don’t want to become another worry that lingers in your mind.”, you spread the soap on his chest, working it up to his neck.
“But I want you to know,” he held you by your chin, making you pause to look at him.
“that you are beyond important than what I do.”, he spoke the words tenderly.
“that every time I breathe I think of you.”, he smiled.
“you linger in the rhythm of my heartbeat and I am sure you make up a major part of my soul.”, he pulled you closer, you stood on your toes, you were both magnets, drawn to each other infinitely. He kissed you and it was an act of affirmation, for the both of you.
You turned to grab more soap but he seemed to have other ideas, as you turned to him, he had another huge pile of lather in his hands which he dumped on your head. You frowned but the smile on his face warmed your heart, you stood on your toes again to dose his head with shampoo and before he could get a hold of you, you worked your fingers into his hair as the soap dripped down his eyes. Once it was well applied, you styled his hair into a mohawk. Knowing what you had done, he pouted like a child forced to sit still.
He grabbed the hand shower and you were sure it was going to be an act of revenge. It was, he turned on cold water over you. You squealed trying to get it out of his hand but managed to turn it him instead.
“Ay ay ay esta helada.”, he jumped as he turned it off.
You stood in the silence for a second before both of you broke into fists of laughter. As you stood there with soap dripping down your face and while he still sported half a mohawk.
And somehow you had forgotten all the lonely hours you had spent because when he was here, with you. He was the sun.
You finally managed to behave like adults and step out the shower rid of all the dirt and grime. You got into another night dress and he pulled over a pair of shorts. As you stood by the mirror to dry your hair, you found him inspecting the scruff on his face.
“My trimmer’s run out of battery and I can’t manage it with the blade.”, he explained.
The smallest prick and his claws would give into his reflex to cut him. So putting away your towel you took up the blade and motioned from him to sit down on the stool. His eyes tracking you, somehow this gesture had seemed to darken his eyes with desire.
Applying shaving foam over the sides of his face, you inspected his face but you couldn’t shake off the sensation of having his eyes on you, it felt enriching. It was difficult to find the right angle as you stood and as if he could read your thoughts he pulled you up onto his lap. His hands wrapping around your waist as his fingers rested on the rise of your backside.
You held his chin and slid the blade down his cheek as it came away with foam leaving behind smooth supple skin, one you wanted to kiss a thousand times.
“The boy you mentioned.”, you spoke and he hummed.
“he sounds a lot like you.”, you told him
“He isn’t.”, he grunted.
“He’s just scared and alone, go easy on him.”, you shushed him as you got to the end of his chin.
“You still have nightmares about your past, Miguel.”, you reminded him and he remained quite in contemplation.
“Don’t expect a child to have it all figured out.”, you told him and his eyes softened, as if he was guilty.
“I may have chased him across the city in a fit of rage.”, he mumbled but it got your attention.
“Miguel.”, you chided him.
“Lo siento.”, he eased you
“Promise me the next time you see him.”, you pointed the blade at him.
“You’ll protect him.”, you furrowed your brows and his gaze wavered. In his line of work protecting someone meant you risked losing yours. So you added another clause to your statement.
“And come back home to me.”, you said softly as he wiped his face with the towel that was on his shoulder.
“Yes, mi joya.”, he placed a kiss on your cheek.
“ahora vamos a la cama.”, his voice dripped with sleep and comfort.
You each settled onto your respective sides of the bed and finally in weeks, these sheets weren’t going to be cold. You had to braid your hair before you could sleep but he didn’t let you. He grabbed you, to pull you close to him such that your back was pressed into his chest and then breathed in the scent of your shampoo as he placed his nose at the top of your head.
“Let me braid your hair.”, he whispered and you could only say yes as your throat ran dry.
The feeling on his fingers in your hair, tugging it softly as he worked away without seeking any advice. You grew shy at his display of tenderness, suddenly feeling grateful about who he was to you, that he was yours and how he didn’t know that his small gestures let you know of his love.
“Gabriella only preferred ponytails but I’m sure I’ve got this right.”, He spoke as he secured the hair tie to then place the finished braid over your shoulder for inspection.
You ran your fingers over the weave of the braid. It was perfect, just right and your smile had conveyed your satisfaction to him.
Now with some new scheme, he turned behind him to switch of his table light and reached past you to switch of yours as well. To plunge the room in darkness and as your eyes adjusted to the soft light that filtered in through the window, there was longing in his eyes.
“Now with your hair out of the way and my scruffy beard tamed, I can finally do this.”, he had found your cheek in the dim light but it was the hunger with which his lips found yours that knocked the wind out of your system.
His tongue digging in as if he had been starved but then so were you. Starved for his touch, his breath hot against your skin, his heart raging in his throat.
There were no more wounds to heal or worries to dust away. There was only the silence of the night and the freedom to enjoy each other’s presence.
His weight pushed you onto the pillows as his lips travelled down your neck over your collarbone and into your sternum while his hand traced up your leg beneath your dress to the start of your thighs.
His lips mumbling words like they were chants of adoration.
“Te deseo.”, he said breathlessly as he caught his breath and to see him in this light, undone by your, it was beauty at it’s finest.
“Don’t abandon me in the morning.”, you stroked his cheek afraid that you would be alone again.
The funny thing about falling in love with the sun is how it tends to hide away when in pleases or leave you to the mercy of winter winds, till it hears you beg for it to return.
But with him, he lit up your soul, he never let you beg and instead gave freely. With his care and love, there was no doubt, no waiting, when he was here, he left no room for doubt in your mind about where you stood, about what you meant to him.
“Cómo puedo huir?”, he traced his thumb over the rise of your cheek.
“cuando eres mi paraiso secreto.”, he paused, his eyes holding your gaze.
“mi lugar seguro”, he whispered with a soft smile.
“No puedo.”, he shook his head as though it was impossible by all accounts.
“porque eres tú”, he continued as if switching to English would water down his feelings.
“Siempre te voy a escoger.”, he said with certainty.
“Siempre”, he said again as though that was the final truth.
There was no proper response that could match what he had said so you reached up to kiss him, to give him your entirety, body, mind and soul because only he could rule over it justly with all the love you deserved.
He hummed against your lips as if you were the only one capable of intoxicating him.
Your hands found the base of his shoulder blades and his lips found yours.
The rainy weather predicted for tomorrow didn’t matter any more. Because all the warmth you needed, was here, in his arms.
#miguel o'hara x you#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel ohara#miguel x reader#miguel o'hara#miguel o'hara fluff#miguel o'hara fanfiction#miguel o hara#atsv miguel#miguel x you#spiderman 2099
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m thinkin abt the “blunt vs flowery” language thing and…… in the year of our lord 2023, i don't even want to imagine how far back we'd have to go in genshins timeline until we see ‘hey shawty' written on a cave wall-
you try to be better about it, sometimes, using only the fanciest words and the most floral of tones, but all you ever succeed in doing is giving zhongli flashbacks to the archon war-
in the same vein: modern humor. would literally make them think "is this some sort of divine joke im too mortal to understand?" except even the archons need to cite sources on why a piece of bread falling over would be funny- maybe you slip sometimes, but you only ever get halfway through like “i’m neurodivergent and a minor” before you realize they don’t know what that means— “what if i had blue hair and pronouns” but they’re just sitting there like… doesn’t everybody have pronouns….? and kaeya has blue hair- are you implying he’s divine? what about chongyun?? xingqiu??????
anyway um. this is me bringing up my unfortunate (but very funny) habit of saying “i’ll boil you like soup” whenever i’m mildly inconvenienced and hoping it triggers Thoughts about the casual/slang threats we make and how they cope
sorry if this reads incoherently it’s 1am for me rn— also i’m debating becoming a regular anon here, are your applications open? 👉👈
SORRY IF I RAN U OFF BY NOT REPLYING QUICKLY!! BUT I’D LOVE TO HAVE LABELLED ANONS! I’ve already added some taken name I could see in my mailbox so check the pinned post and choose whatever isn’t taken! phrase or emoji, etc.! :)
this isnt super long bc ur stuff seemed chill on its own/idk what I could add! So I just focused on one aspect
gif is literally everyone reacting to you trying to speak “flowery” like them lol
ALSO u guys probably dont remember bc I took so long but I’m still writing/going to post that Blunt Lang. AU Fanfic One-Shot! so here’s some quick headcanons ill add on ive got anon!!
No TWs/Content Warnings. SFW.
so this was gonna be chill but-
BESDIES RANDOM SHIT LIKE MEME REFERENCES
THAT WONT MAKE SENSE TO THEM BC INHERENT INTERNET/DIGITAL UNDERSTANDING NEEDED
WHAT IF ALL UR JOKES OR REFERENCES ARE QUITE LITERALLY, ANCIENT??
like anon said about even the archons having to pull out sources/cite your stuff to understand it, like finding really old tablets/scrolls/carved wall words 😭
u giving Zhongli a history lesson/brush up LMAO
If ur annoyed at them u just need to make more jokes, leave em scrambling for their pocket notes LOL
I like to think since you sound the OLDEST
that the ancient shit like Phanes/Four Shades/Seven Sovereigns are the closest in speech
(look theyre all alive and shit for my genshin, goddamit i still gotta tell u guys abt my genshin fill-in lore au)
and they’re closer to the “beginning of history” in teyvat so theyd get more references
theyd literally understand u the best and they like, all in the Abyss or like deep in Teyvat,
so u just casually strolling up to Azdaha’s place instead like
“How’s your day been Azhy?”
“Same as the days many before, my lord. How are thee?”
“Good enough, hey, why don’t I bring some food from my old world by that I’ve made for you to try out? Something new, y’know?”
camera pan left to see Zhongli looking up, then back down as he scribbles notes trying to better understand, Xiao has crossed his arms and is squinting, Ganyu is behind Zhongli and is trying to peek over his shoulder, Cloud Retainer and other adepti have like hidden nearby to overhear lol
♤
FLASHBACKS FOR ZHONGLI-
HE’S OVER HERE LIKE
“Please do not disturb your countenance my Wànsuìyé, the vernacular is pleasant to mine ears and sufficient for speech.”
“I shall, uh, try my best Zhongli, thought I know ye have- wait- thy have? Whatever, accepted it, I shall keep attempting to better match thee!”
HIS FACE-
He’s literally just → 😰😣💀
(flashback to at least 1 really ancient/old god he had to fight for his life against, they were the hardest battle he’s ever faced, and Azhdaha was helping him by that point too, so it wasn’t even like he won alone… rip zhongli got ptsd)
He keeps trying to subtly stop you from practicing it, he also desperately discourages others from helping you 😭
(Zhongli was about to be called Rex Lapis again when Venti was trying to get on his last nerve by constantly encouraging you to speak fancier, but in the incorrect way, at dinner with them one time)
Like that last content with them pretending not to kow each other but 5x the tension and Venti is fooling around even more so than usual lol
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Safe Travels,
💀 ♒
♡the beloveds♡
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Hi! I was curious if you were open to writing a little bit of angst/fluff with Angel Dust who is with a transmasc reader who is having a really hard time with his gender dysphoria bc of how many people have told him things like "you'll never be a real man" among other bad transphobic things, and the reader is just in a really bad headspace since Angel is gay and he thinks he doesn't really like him since he's not a "real man" and it ends with Angel comforting him and reassuring him? (totally not projecting at alllllllll. Please don't feel pressured to write anything on this if it makes you uncomfortable though!)
Hello! Of course I came up with something for you, as I am transmasc myself so I could really throw all of my thoughts in there and make this somewhat realistic, ahah!
WARNING for : transphobia and heavy dysphoria - Angel is here to the rescue though :)
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Heart to Heart
A date.
Your lovely boyfriend, Angel, had invited you on a little intimate date in his room for Valentine’s day; just you, him, cosy clothes, a sappy movie playing on TV and a few snacks to chew on during the evening. Usually you wouldn’t be against this at all, it actually sounds like a wonderful night, throw in there a couple kisses and one might even call it perfect – but as of right now, everything you’re trying on looks wrong.
The first shirt you try on looks wrong, your favourite sweater looks wrong, the overly comfortable sweater Angel himself gifted you for your first year anniversary looks and feels wrong. Actually, the right words for it would be that none of these make you look flat on the chest enough.
No matter how much you tuck the top part of your outfit into your pants, or how much you try to adjust your chest into your already uncomfortable binder – just like those assholes had said under the pictures you posted on your social media earlier in the day, you will never look like nor be a real man.
It’s okay though, because there’s at least one person who would never doubt your identity in this Hell of a place, and that person is your boyfriend, Angel.
...right?
With a deep breath, you open your wardrobe for what feels like the hundredth time this evening, and carefully scan your options. You have your mind set on changing your whole outfit, not just the top part, now.
The pair of pants Charlie gifted you a while ago, hoping they’d be the right size since she only asked you about it once: while you manage to wear them on most days, they’re too much on the skinny side today, they show your hips’ shape and you don’t like it. Are they even masculine enough?
That one sweatshirt you just got, the one that’s your favourite color: it’s just too tight, it’s going to show your binder bump. As if there’s a way to fully hide that.
You could wear comfortable shorts – no, they’d reveal too much, show the shapes that a real man shouldn’t have. And that your boyfriend especially would not want to see tonight.
While rummaging through your wardrobe even more you try to keep your mind away from any thought of Angel not accepting you for who you are; it wouldn’t make sense, you’ve been dating for a while now, and surely he wouldn’t be so dumb to keep the relationship going if he didn’t like his partner.
He has also expressed how much he loves you many times in the past, showed signs of affection he denies others, accepted your affection countless times.
And yet, something in your brain just isn’t right today. All because of a few rude comments. How stupid can you be?
You give one last glimpse at the mirror on your right, eyeing the body you’ve grown accustomed to hate. But tonight it seems like your hatred is even more persistent than usual.
You love Angel so much, there’s no denying that. You wish you could just dress up and get out of your room. It’s probably too late anyways at this point, you’ve spent an eternity looking for the perfect outfit that doesn’t exist without even looking at the time, and now it’s too late to even try to show up in front of his room.
Three distinct knocks at your door distract you from your negative thoughts;
“Sugar? Are you still in there?”
It’s Angel’s voice, it holds a preoccupied tone. With a quick look at the clock you realize it’s been past half an hour since the original time for your date.
You reply, meek and defeated; “Yes, sorry I’m late.”
“It’s okay, can I open the door?”
You can’t help but notice how gentle and careful he sounds when he talks to you, in comparison to how he talks to others; it gives you the courage to answer his question, though you still hide your body with your arms as much as you can before doing so.
“Yes, come in.”
Anthony carefully steps inside, his brows furrowed in concern though he manages a soft smiles as soon as he spots you sitting on your bed.
“Hey Toots, I was worried you know? You’re still choosing your outfit? Ha-“
Before he can finish his sentence you blurt out yours without thinking about it twice, your eyes barely holding in tears;
“Anthony, I know this is stupid because you literally just invited me on a date but- do you actually like me? I was just thinking...”
There’s a pause as you’re struggling to find the right words. Your boyfriend knows to wait until you’ve found them, so he gives you a few seconds to formulate your sentence.
“...This.” you gesture at yourself, your body; “Are you okay with this? I’m not a real man, can’t even get top surgery yet. I’m sorry, it’s just...hard to believe that you would see me as one sometimes, especially today.”
You struggle to look into his eyes, fearing his response, but once you find the guts to do so you’re met with nothing but love in them. Anthony pulls you closer with one of his arms, and you immediately find comfort into the warmth his body emanates, letting your tears finally roll down your cheeks.
“Baby, I’ve got to say,” he chuckles, “That is a bit silly, of course I’m okay with you being trans. We’ve been dating for what, a year? And almost three months, I’m so good at remembering – I wouldn’t be with you for this much if I wasn’t okay with it. The only thing I would be is a huge dick actually.”
With the arm that’s lovingly draped across your back he lightly shakes you around at the end of his sentence, which makes you smile.
“So...” you trail off, shyness suddenly taking over.
“Yes, I love you and I think you’re very handsome. Kiss?”
You’re a little surprised by the question in such a moment, but you’d never deny your lover a kiss especially after he comforted you on a subject you feel very vulnerable on. Once you nod though, you’re surprised to find out that Anthony’s little kisses end up landing on your tear stained cheeks, as if this was his way of drying them up.
“I love you too!” you return between giggles and kisses.
He pulls you into a hug, enveloping you with all his four arms, and you bury your face into his chest – he’s wearing what you consider to be his softest sweater, a pink chenille one he always wears when he wants to be both comfortable and cute.
“You still wanna watch something together? You can take some time to pick something comfortable, darlin’.” He reassures you after a while, and you accept his proposal.
You decide to let him stay as you look through your wardrobe with a clearer mind now, even though sometimes you still let an occasional ‘this would make me look less masculine’ slip out. But Anthony always has the right remark to make you feel sliiightly better;
“See, I didn’t pick this because it’s too... tight. Too bad since it’s one of my favourites.”
“Don’t let that stop ya handsome, you’ve got me drooling and looking at you with heart eyes whenever you wear it.”
You can’t help but laugh at that one, though.
“Hey! I’m serious!!”
“Shush Tony! Don’t make me laugh when the rest of the hotel is sleeping!”
You do settle on something warm after a while, and with your boyfriend offering you encouraging words and looks it takes you half the time. He reassures you once again that he loves you before you two leave your room to go relax in his – it’s much more equipped for this kind of thing, being filled with plushies and fuzzy blankets -.
You spend a lovely little Valentine’s Day together, with your limbs intertwined and exchanging little kisses once in a while. Anthony has the cute habit of giving you one on the forehead every single time the characters on screen share one, you find this and many other things about him very endearing... just as he does with you and your habits.
#angel dust x reader#angel dust#hazbin x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#angel dust hazbin hotel#x reader#angst#fluff#comfort#transmasc reader
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You Feel Like //h.j.s
pairing: idol!jisung x fem!reader I genre: fluff, strangers to friends to lovers I Warnings: talk of anxiety, mention of sasaengs (kinda just wanted to be sure to put it here), use of pet names (baby, lovey), mc gets very drunk, im experiencing hanji brain rot and this is the product, y/n is written from the perspective of being plus sized but it's not a plot point bc it doesn't need to be :)
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a/n: hello everyone! Just a heads up in case it isn't explained well enough in the beginning here: the use of the name "Han" is in reference to like his stage name, while "Jisung" is in reference to him as just a normal human. Apologies if that gets confusing but I thought the idea was cool. :) Also the title comes from this song, as I feel like the song fits the vibe. titles are hard. thank you. i love u.
reblogs and comments are always appreciated :)
If you spent any amount of time with him, you would know there are two very distinct sides to Han Jisung.
First, there was Han. This is where the performer side of him lived. The side that everyone knew. The cocky faces he makes when he dances, the way he raps like he could bring any person in the room to their knees in that moment. A loud voice, drawing the whole room’s attention to him with a laugh that almost immediately followed anything he said. Witty and funny, goofy and smiley. This is Han.
Then, there’s Jisung. This is where the domestic side of him lived. The side that only those closest to him had the honor of seeing. Quiet mornings, gentle humming as he writes lyrics on notebook paper or napkins or anything a pen could mark. A dark room with only soft fairy lights and a tv screen playing his favorite anime or kdrama. Cozy hoodies and soft smiles, content in the calmness. Wide eyes and puffy cheeks, still goofy but only because that’s who he is. This is Jisung.
Your first encounter, of course, was with Han. It was a Friday night and you had gone to do karaoke with some friends to try and blow off steam. After hours of screaming your favorite songs, you were ready to go home. Your friends, however, were still going steady. So, you decided to step out for a moment. Stepping out of the room, you heard a group making their way down the opposite hall, the one in front loudly cracking jokes. You could see some dyed hair poking out from the bottom of his beanie, threatening to fall into his eyes. To your horror, you realized they had looped back around and were now coming directly towards you. Unsure of what to do, you turned and faced the wall, hoping they would just glide past you the way all groups of attractive men tended to. You saw the group move on and sighed with relief, turning back around. However, you were suddenly face to face with the loud one in the beanie. You blinked in surprise, expecting him to have been with his little gang.
“You okay?” He asks softly, scanning your face carefully. His eyes were so big it seemed like they were drinking you in even though he wasn’t trying. He’s really pretty, you thought to yourself, back pressed gently to the wall. He gave you a look as if to ask you again and you nodded, clearing your throat gently.
“Yes! Uh, just taking a little break. They’re hard to keep up with.” You point to the door and, as if they could sense it, your friend tried to hit a high note that sounded like a cry of pain. The stranger chuckled, looking down at his feet while nodding.
“I just… I felt like you needed someone to check in with you. People don’t usually stand with their nose pressed to the wall.” He teased a bit, holding back a smirk. Your cheeks flushed pink, head turning to look down the hall in an effort to conceal it.
“Well, thanks… for noticing.” You mutter, clenching your trembling fingers into a fist.
“Han! What’re you doing?” A voice called from a room down the hall.
“I’ll be just a sec!” He called back and sighed. “I didn’t catch your name. As you heard, I’m Han. Actually Han Jisung. My friends call me either of those. Or both. Or whatever.” He rambled and you could see the tips of his ears dusting pink.
“I’m y/n.” You replied softly, a smile resting on your lips as you watched him, intrigued.
“I hope we meet again, y/n.” He smiled wide and you nearly melted. Everything about him was radiant. He turned to walk down the hall and you felt him slipping from your fingers. You knew you would never meet him again. That this must have been some type of divine intervention, bringing you two together.
“W-wait!” You called after him, causing him to turn and look at you curiously. You reached into your purse and frantically dug for a pen and some sort of paper. You pulled out an old receipt and scribbled your phone number on the back along with your name. “I don’t think fate will be kind enough to shove us together like this again.” You breathed as you handed the paper to him, face red. He looked down at your extended hand and a smile twitched on his lips. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and pocketed the paper gently, flashing you a smile.
“I’ll text you, y/n.” He said softly before turning and disappearing into the room with his friends. You slowly made your way back to your own group, trying to catch your breath. Your friends were oblivious, telling you to sing this group song with them. You nodded and grabbed a tambourine, trying to not obsess over the question of whether Han had already texted you or not.
It was late when you finally got home, phone securely in your hand. You even turned the ringer on, which you never did, so that you wouldn’t miss his message. However, no message came that night. Or in the morning. Or even over the next few days. You had become convinced that he’d just thrown the paper away when your phone pinged.
Unknown Number: hey sorry it took a sec but this is han
y/n: oh hey! Its ok haha no worries
Han: also thanks for giving me ur number. I was too scared to ask for it fr.
y/n: lol glad to know i wasnt the only one
You grew fairly close with him from that moment, the two of you texting almost constantly.
The first time you hung out with Han, he had invited you to hang out with him and his friends (which you found out meant his bandmates) at his apartment. When you found the apartment building, you tried to enter but the door was locked. Pulling out your phone, you called Han.
“Hey! You aren’t lost, right?” Han greeted and you could perfectly imagine the smile on his face.
“No, I’m at your building. I just can’t get in.” You explained, looking up the side as if you could see him.
“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. We have to keep our building extra secure, especially after an incident we had a bit ago.” You could hear the way even thinking about it made him anxious, whatever it was. “I’m coming down to let you in, so give me like three minutes.”
“Okay, I’m timing you.” You teased and could hear him breathe out a laugh.
“I better hurry then, huh?” He laughed and you heard the elevator ding in the background. When he arrived at the door, he pushed it open and flashed you a wide smile.
“Two minutes and forty seconds. Close call, Jisung.” You chuckled as you walked through the open door, falling in step beside him quietly.
“I think the elevator deserves all of the credit for that.” He shrugs, pushing the call button and standing beside you with his hands in his pockets. “Thanks for coming, by the way.” He smiled softly, looking at you with happy eyes.
“Thanks for inviting me.” You responded softly, taking note of the static feeling between the two of you. It was tugging, drawing you in with every breath. The sharp ding of the elevator arriving drew you back to reality, light from the empty elevator flooding into the dark lobby. Han gestures for you to go first, bowing politely.
His apartment was near the top of the building, so the elevator ride was quiet. But, somehow, it wasn’t awkward. Silence with him felt comfortable, safe almost. He seemed to have realized at the same time, looking at you with a wondering expression. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but was cut off by the opening of the elevator doors.
The apartment was definitely one men lived in, if you can believe that. You chuckled to yourself at the corner of the room dedicated to various at-home workout equipment. But it absolutely could have been worse.
“Guys, this is my friend y/n. She was the one I met at karaoke a couple weeks ago.” Han introduced you to the group. The group all greeted you with soft smiles from where they were and invited you over to sit with them. You recognized some of their faces from the videos you had seen, but it was a little overwhelming trying to learn who was who. Felix eagerly scooted beside you and started talking with you, which you were grateful for. Han sat on the other side of you even though he was fully engaged in a conversation with Hyunjin. Han was the light in the room and everyone was drawn into it, laughing heartily at his jokes or hanging on his every word when he told a story. They teased him, of course, as friends do, and he would loudly defend himself and make everyone laugh again.
You sat back quietly and observed, taking note of the dynamics that naturally lived in the group. Started to pick out the ones who subconsciously stuck together, who people directed their conversations towards most often. It was fascinating, so much so that you didn’t even notice Han looking towards you and asking you a question. He poked your knee gently, drawing your attention back on him.
“You good?” He whispered, looking for any sign of anxiety or discomfort on your face. When you nodded happily, you saw his shoulders loosen. “I’m getting another drink, do you want anything?” His voice was soft, as if he didn’t want the others to be in this conversation. Not that any of them even cared or noticed, too wrapped up in eachother.
“I’ll have whatever you get.” You smile a bit wider at the way he strongly considers what that choice should be. He stands and walks towards the kitchen, humming a tune you can’t quite place.
“Y/n, what do you do for work?” Chan asked softly from across the small table, clearly wanting you to feel welcome even when Han isn’t in the room.
“Oh, I’m a preschool teacher.” You nod, suddenly aware of all the eyes on you.
“That’s so cute. Do you do lots of fingerpainting?” Felix asks from your other side. You chuckle and shake your head.
“It’s way too messy and all of these kids wear clothes that are worth more than I make in two years.” They nod, the conversation coming to a lull.
“Ooo, y/n tell them about the craft project you guys did last week.” Han sits beside you and sets a can of soda in front of you that’s identical to his. You dive into a story about popsicle sticks and pipe cleaners and trying to explain the term ‘structural integrity’ to four year olds. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Han watching you carefully. Hanging on your every word just like everyone does for him. Even though he’s heard it all before, he laughs and smiles and nods. Once the attention slides away from you and they disburse back into their own little conversations, you try to be part of one between Han and Jeongin but soon realize that Jeongin is talking with Chan. You trail off, awkwardly looking down at your hands. “Hey, keep going. I’m listening.” You hear Han encourage softly, bumping your arm gently with his drink. You look up at him and smile gratefully, launching back into the tale of the time you were chased by an angry lizard and Han is completely invested with wide eyes.
The first time you hung out with Jisung was at your apartment, roughly a year after the two of you had met at the karaoke.
“Ugh, it’s just been a shitty day and I need a drink.” You vented to Jisung on the phone while you folded laundry.
“Should I bring over some beer and chicken? Maybe some soju?” You can hear his keys jingling in the background, clearly already getting ready to head your way.
“No, it’s fine. You guys are so busy lately, I would hate to take your time. I’ll be fine, Ji.” The nickname was a recent development, but you both seemed to like it so it stuck.
“Okay, so beer and soju. Got it. I’ll even be your knight in shining armor and get those chips you love for some reason.” You hear his door click shut behind him. “I’ll be over soon pookie wookie bear.” He says in a cute voice and you make a gagging sound. “Okay, okay! Sorry! I am actually on my way. Give me like 15 minutes, yeah?”
Twenty minutes later, you heard your doorbell ringing over. And over. And over. You opened the door and glared.
“If I could, I would yell your full government name at you right now.” You sigh, and let him in, cursing your neighbor who you found out was a Stay shortly after they moved in. Yeah, makes having any of the boys over very tricky. Great times. Jisung giggles because he knows the reason “You little shit.” You mutter, rolling your eyes. He sets down his convenience store bag on the coffee table and eyes your folded laundry while glancing over to see if you’re watching. “No! No, I just washed those. Get your own hoodies you gremlin.” You can’t help but laugh as he pouts, hands reaching out for his personal favorite of your hoodie collection. You swipe the pile and toss it onto your bed.
“But your hoodies are so much comfier.” He whines and sighs, huffing into his spot on the floor.
“Just buy your own hoodies in a bigger size.” You shake your head, plopping beside him on the floor and emptying the bags.
“Yeah, but our hoodie is a special one I can’t buy myself.”
“My hoodie that I bought at a concert just months ago?” You know which one he’s referring to. It’s a dark green hoodie you bought when you saw your favorite artist in concert recently. “I bet you could find it online.” You mutter, ignoring his pleading eyes and grab the remote to pick something to watch. You land on your comfort anime, Haikyuu and Jisung groans.
“Look, I get that you had a rough day. But if I have to watch the Karasuno vs. Aoba Johsai match again, I might unalive myself.”
“Okay, what should we watch then?” You give up, handing him the remote. He scrolls through the options for a while, sighing periodically before shrugging.
“Do you wanna just put on cafe vlogs and talk about it?” He asks softly, taking a sip of his beer. Your lip wobbled but you nodded, taking a deep breath and a big swig of your somaek than Han had made for you. He also made a mess on the floor, but in his defense he was just trying to make you feel better. Once Najing is making drinks on your TV, he turns his attention towards you and quietly waits. You look at him and anchor yourself to the stars you swear you see swirling in his eyes.
“Okay, so-” a sob escapes from your mouth and the rest of your retelling of the day is a blubbering mess. A set of parents publicly humiliated you for something that was well out of your control and your boss was absolutely of no help, saying it must have been your fault. Jisung is sympathetic, handing you tissues and patting your arm gently.
“y/n-ah, that was definitely not your fault. That shit is so out of pocket, you didn’t deserve that.” He grabbed your hand gently and both of you jumped back as if you were shocked by electricity. You clearly weren’t expecting that and he didn’t even realize he had done it. “UHHH OKAY HOW ABOUT KARAOKE.” Han came out to cover Jisung from the embarrassment and all you could do was laugh.
“I am not in the mood for karaoke.” You gasp between wheezes, shaking your head.
“Then you need more alcohol.” He filled your glass back to the top and handed it to you. You can’t tell if his cheeks are red from the beer or from what just happened but he was so damn cute you didn’t care.
“No, I don’t want to hear you do terrible covers of your group's own songs. It’s very painful for me, a fan, to hear. And I’m sure my neighbor would break through the wall in an instant.” You take a sip of your drink, trying to catch your breath. He frowns and takes his spot next to you. It’s quiet between the two of you, but you don’t feel pressured to say anything. You weren’t sure how long had passed, the two of you just quietly watching drinks be made. “Thank you, Sungie. I feel better just having you here.” Your head turns to look at him and he’s eyeing you with a small smile.
“You’ve never called me that in person before.” he comments softly, the stars swirling even more. Did you have too much to drink? Maybe.
“Called you what? Sungie?” You giggle and lean towards him. Yeah, you’re definitely drunk. He huffs out a small laugh at whatever it is you’re doing and turns his face away.
“I like it. You can keep calling me that if you want.”
“Only when it’s just us though. That seems like a” you lean in closer and whisper “boyfriend nickname.” And you swear for a second that his cheeks instantly flush red, but he stands up and mutters something about going to the bathroom, pulling his hood over his head. While he’s gone, you crawl onto the couch and curl into a ball. You swear you only plan to close your eyes for a second, but are awoken by Jisung shaking you awake.
“Should I go home?” He asks softly, squatting down to be eye level with you. You pout and shake your head, making grabby hands for him.
“Can’t you just cuddle with me all night?” This time you for sure see his cheeks flush pink.
“Why do you keep saying things like that?” He asks sadly, gently pushing a strand of hair from your face.
“Because I’ve secretly been attracted to you from the moment I saw you. But shhh, you can’t tell Jisung.” You slur, grabbing his hoodie and tugging him onto the couch. He holds back a laugh as you pull him into your arms, humming in content when you finally have him close. He’s still for a moment before coming to the quiet realization that your arms are the home he’s longed for all these years. His eyes scan the details of your face, tears threatening to fall at any moment. The two of you had hugged before, so why was it so different this time? Why was his heart pounding yet somehow he’s never felt more at peace.
“We can’t go back from here.” He whispers to you with a serious gaze but you’re already asleep, snoring softly. He places a feather soft kiss on your nose and nuzzles into you happily.
You woke up that morning to a text from Jisung, explaining that he had to run out for some work thing. You groaned, lifting your head from the couch and looking around the living room. It was surprisingly clean for Jisung having been over last night. You don’t remember much after the mention of karaoke, and even that’s a little fuzzy. You drag yourself to the kitchen to drink some water, swearing that you’ll never drink again. Is it a lie? Perhaps. But it feels sincere right now. You’re in the process of gulping down an entire bottle of water when new memories from the night before flood into your mind. Water sprays from your nose in shock, luckily you’re near the sink.
“Oh my god, y/n you can never drink again. Holy shit why did I DO THAT?” You blindly reach for a paper towel to clean off your face, coughing slightly. As if sensing he was being thought about, you see Jisung calling you. You clear your throat and pick up, trying to seem like whatever that was didn’t just happen. “Hey, what’s up Ji?”
“Hey! I was just checking on you, baby. You were still sleeping when I left.” Baby? Oh dear, what have you done?
“Oh, uh thanks. Yeah, I’m just drinking some water.” And blowing it out your nose, no big deal. We love a talented queen. “Um, Ji, about last night-”
“Sorry y/n-ah, I gotta go. I’ll come see you tonight, okay?” He cuts you off, ending the call just as abruptly as it had started.
The day consisted of you pacing around your apartment, trying to figure out how to tell Jisung that you didn’t actually mean to confess your feelings. Not that you didn’t mean what you said but more that the timing was terrible. You had known him for over a year now but you were scared that this was too fast. He wasn’t even technically allowed to date, so all of this was wrong. So wrong. So, when Jisung arrived at your apartment later that day, you had been spiraling down this rabbit hole for hours. You were a mess and almost burst into tears at the sight of him. Of course he had flowers, why wouldn’t he have flowers? He was holding them so cutely too.
“Sorry I’m kinda late, I wasn’t sure which bouquet at the flower shop was prettier.” His smile was so wide it almost hurt. You stepped to the side, letting him come in.
“So, uh, Ji. I wanted to talk about last night.” You muttered nervously, picking at your nails with your eyes on the floor.
“Oh, sure. Yeah, let's talk about it.” You could hear the worry in his voice as he sat on the couch, waiting for you to join him. You sat beside him and took a deep breath, unable to look at him.
“I… I just wanted to apologize for what drunk y/n did. She, uh, clearly forgot her manners. She also forgot that you’re not allowed to date, so yeah. Not very cool.” You finally gained the strength to look up at him and he was holding back a laugh, trying his hardest to look serious.
“Uh, so you’re saying that you don’t feel that way?” He asks, momentarily gaining his composure.
“Well, no. But I know that-”
“Then that’s all that matters. All the rest of it, we’ll figure it out.” He grabs your hand and sighs. “You’re just too cute, you know that?” He flashed you his wide smile that made your heart melt and all the anxiety skitter away from your mind.
You thought that dating a celebrity would have been awkward or scary. But dating Jisung felt as easy as breathing. While, yes, you had to keep your relationship hidden from the world as well as his company, the two of you still managed to be attached at the hip. Until your schedules made it a bit more difficult, of course. But you could always count on Jisung to bombard you with tiktoks at any given point of the day.
This last comeback, however, there wasn’t even time for that. You tried to text and call him when you could, but both of you were so busy that the calls were never longer than an hour and the messages were brief. Scrolling through Twitter, you saw Stay talking about how worried they were for Han, saying he seemed like he wasn’t feeling well. It was like a knife twisting in your heart to see him like that, to see that the Han front wasn’t even able to hold up.
With some help from Chan, you booked a flight to come visit Jisung while he conveniently had the day off after lunch. You had arrived at his hotel room just before he had gotten back, waiting eagerly on the couch for him. Your heart jumped at the sound of the door opening and you stood, already craving him in your arms. You heard him sigh and kick his shoes off, padding into the room. His eyes were glued to his phone, headphones in. You chuckled to yourself as he obliviously went into the bedroom and you followed behind him. He crawled into bed and finally noticed you when he glanced up towards the end of the bed where you stood. His eyes widened and he sat up, jaw dropping in shock.
“Baby? Is it really you?” You could see his eyes begin to water as he stood up and slowly made his way towards you.
“Yeah, I’m here love.” You smiled as he quickly closed the space between the two of you and pulled you in close. His sniffles only made your heart break for him more, your arms tightening around his body to hold him closer.
“I missed you so much. I don’t know what’s going on with me, but it’s so hard right now.”He mumbled into your neck where he was nuzzled against you. “I’m trying so hard to be what I’m supposed to be, but I’m so tired and my head hurts all the time. I really don’t want to let them down, but I don’t know how to do better.” You can feel his tears wetting your shirt as he confides in you, tears streaming down your own cheeks.
“Oh, my sweet boy.” You sighed and gently pulled him away and held his face in your hands. “Look at me baby.” You whispered softly, wiping tears from his face with your thumbs. His wide eyes slowly slide to meet yours and the guilt that lives in them fills you with sadness and anger. “There is absolutely nothing wrong with having an off day, or even an off week for that matter. Maybe even an off month. You work a very demanding job and you do it flawlessly. So many people love you and look to you for strength, Han Jisung. But you’re allowed to not feel okay. To need some time alone, to recharge.” You kiss his forehead gently and you can feel him lean into your touch. “I know we’re both busy, but I’m seriously just a phone call away- always. I don’t care where I am, I’ll answer if you call.” You pull back and look at him and he gives you a small smile, nodding.
“Thank you for coming.” His voice is soft, looking at you adoringly. He covers your face in kisses, a full smile finally growing on his beautiful face.
“Oh, I almost forgot. I have a surprise for you.” You go out to the couch and grab the gift bag you had brought in and hand it to him with a smile. He furrows his brow and peaks into the bag before breaking out into a huge grin. “I figured I could loan our favorite hoodie to you until you come back.” You chuckle as you watch him frantically take off the one he was wearing and replace it with yours. He rushes over to you and hugs you tightly again. The two of you eventually end up on the bed, snuggled up to one another in comfortable silence. After what could have been hours, Jisung kisses your forehead and keeps his lips there while he mumbles the phrase that makes your heart soar every single time you hear it.
“I love you so much, y/n.”
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Just Dumb Enough to Try
Chapter 26: This Must be the Place
Word Count: 4.5k+
Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader
Rating: Explicit (18+ only)
Tags / CW: swearing, pregnancy, fluff fluff fluff, love notes, smut, oral sex (f receiving), teasing, unprotected PIV sex, gave javi some gray sweatpants bc he deserves it and so do we
Chapter Summary: Our heroes spend the morning together.
Notes: Chapter title from "This Must be the Place" by Talking Heads. This is the last chapter!! Holy shit! I'm putting this out earlier than anticipated because I'm getting antsy about it and I really like it as is. Seriously I'm going to go cry now, because I'm feeling sad and proud and excited all at once. I'll *probably* write more with these two in the future, though. That sounds fun. If you liked it let me know, pleaaaase, I'm a whiney baby that loves reassurance!! OK THANK YOU SO MUCH!
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Peña Ranch, Laredo, TX
November 29, 1998
Your eyes blink open to late morning light pouring onto the bed. As they attempt to adjust from the darkness of sleep, you clamp them shut, rolling over to throw your arm across Javier.
Except, he’s not there. Your arm flops onto something crinkly instead. One eye cracks open and finds a pile of papers folded in half where your boyfriend usually is. Their ragged edges are intact, proof that they were yanked out from the spine of a spiral notebook.
You pick up the bundle and blink both eyes open.
“READ ME” is scrawled on the top fold in Javi’s messy script. You take a deep morning yawn and wriggle upright, propping yourself up on a stack of pillows. The comforting scent of brewing coffee wafts into the bedroom. Javi is humming along to the radio in the kitchen. Pans clatter and cupboards slam by his hand as you unfold the stack of papers and start reading.
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December 5, 1993
I can’t stop thinking about you. How are you even doing this to me?
Yesterday I went to your apartment building. Your bedroom lights were on and the blinds were closed. I sat outside for an hour, knowing you were there, unable to bring myself to do anything about it.
Even if I could have gathered the courage to knock on the door, what would I have said to you?
I like the feel of your hand in mine. I like your laugh. You’re beautiful. Do you want to go on a date with me?
Those words shouldn’t make a man like me nervous, but they do. So nervous that I left San Antonio without letting them leave my mouth.
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December 1, 1994
It’s been a year since I kissed you.
I had to leave. I’m sorry. Duty calls.
Maybe we’ll meet again. Sometimes I hope we don’t. It’s for the best. You’ll find someone better.
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June 4, 1998
I can’t tell you this. So I’m writing to you. I know you’re engaged, and you’re happy with Dan fucking Baker. Even though it makes no sense to me.
But I’ll be damned. Every time I look at you I remember exactly what you felt like. What you taste like. I crave your lips on mine again.
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June 13, 1998
When I’m with you, we’re opposite poles in magnets resisting the inevitable. The pull is so strong, I ache. You feel it, too. I can tell.
Your lips, your touch, the perfect way I fit inside you. I can never unlearn these things. I’ve tried. They’re etched in my bones. It’s fundamental, as central to my being as breathing.
I long for you, love. It’s torture.
—
June 25, 1998
I am in love with you.
So, here I am, writing to you, imagining I had the guts to say it.
This is absolute fucking madness, cariño. But I woke up next to you and saw you there and I knew.
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July 30, 1998
I don’t know where you are, but I saw you. I can feel you. I don’t know how I know, but I know. You’re scared. I’m scared, too. I’ve never been so terrified to lose someone.
When I lost my mom, I didn’t get to be scared. One moment she was on her way back from the grocery store, and the next she was gone. In an instant, the sun in our lives burnt out.
You would have loved her. Everyone did, she was just that kind of person. She had a wit about her. Lit up any room she walked into, but nobody fucked with her.
She loved deer because of their polarity and intuition. They’re gentle, fierce, cautious, adventurous. They shed and regrow their antlers. She said they’re symbolic of duality, listening to your gut feelings, renewal and growth. She would have loved you, too.
There are so many things I want to tell you. I should have listened to you. I didn’t let you come with me. You trusted me to protect you, and I didn’t. I’m so sorry.
I promise I will find you. I love you and miss you so much, cariño. Please hold on a little bit longer.
Tell baby Peña I say hello and that I love them, too.
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August 1, 1998
I’m watching you as you sleep in our bed. You’re battered, bruised, stitched together… but you and the baby are ok. It’s a fucking miracle, cariño, I swear.
I introduced myself to your parents in the hospital waiting room last night. Your dad looked at my extended hand like there was shit smeared on it. They’re right to not want anything to do with me right now.
It’s a good thing their approval means approximately jack shit to you. Because I am never letting you go.
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November 29, 1998
Today’s the day I give you the letters I never thought I would, so I can show you how much I love you. How much I’ve always loved you.
Come out to the kitchen, baby.
—
You sniffle and rub the tears out of your eyes and set the unfolded stack of love letters down on the black duvet, then scoot to the edge of the bed. The floor is cool on the soles of your feet, one then the other. Javi starts singing “I Just Want to Dance With You” by George Strait. Your heart swells with love. You grab your fuchsia robe from the back of the desk chair and tie it around your body as you emerge from the bedroom and follow his voice.
He’s leaning on the kitchen island over a newspaper crossword puzzle, one hand holding a pen as the other slides his wire framed glasses up the bridge of his nose, singing, “I caught you lookin' at me when I looked at you; Yes, I did, ain't that true? You won't get embarrassed by the things I do; I just wanna dance with you…”
You greet him with a giddy smile, padding across the floor towards him, “Good morning.”
A smile stretches across his handsome face when he peers up at you from the newspaper, “Good morning, beautiful.”
He sets the pen down and pushes off of the counter, meeting you with an outstretched hand. You take it, and he pulls you close, placing one hand on your waist. He guides you in a clumsy waltz to the tempo of the music.
You giggle at him as he presses his forehead to yours. The lyrics of the upbeat ballad drift from his mouth, hot on your cheek. When the song ends, he keeps his fingers interlaced with yours and leads you to the kitchen island, where you take a seat on a stool across from him.
He goes to the coffee pot and pours you a cup, then sets it down in front of you. Steam curls out of the white ceramic mug that reads CAVE WITHOUT A NAME. You wrap a hand around it, humming with glee, “Thank you, baby.”
“Did you sleep good?” he asks, a grin spread across his face as he leans his elbows onto the newspaper.
He is up to something.
“I did,” your face flushes as your fingertip runs along the circumference of the steaming mug, collecting condensation, “I, um- I read your notes.”
He brings his coffee mug to his lips and takes a sip, then sets it down and asks, “Did you like them?”
You nod and your mouth gapes open as you try in vain to formulate words that could possibly explain the love and devotion bubbling inside you. Every moment you spend with him makes you love him even more. A feat you didn’t even think was possible. Yet, here you are. He wakes you up with love notes, dances with you in the kitchen, smiles at you with those fucking dimples, and you’re falling in love all over again.
The euphoria that cycles through your veins when he’s touching you. The dread that clutches your heart when you imagine existing without his presence. The deep ache of adoration in your chest when you stare at him long enough to feel sentimental about it. All the ways he occupies your body and soul. Every ounce of you knows that this is it .
Everything you can think of falls flat. Your face feels hot and your heart flutters. Happy tears prick in your eyes as they meet his and your eyebrows draw together, “You really wrote all of those?”
He reaches across the countertop and closes your hand in his, nodding, “I did.”
“Oh, Javi-“ the lump in your throat chokes you up and you wipe away the tears spilling onto your cheeks, “I’m sorry for crying, I just-“ you sniffle and pout at him, “I love you so much. I don’t even know how to explain.”
“I love you too, cariño,” he rubs his thumb along the back of your hand affectionately. His smile hasn’t faltered, even as he tells you, “I think I’m going to get you to break your record today.”
The record he speaks of is the number of times you’ve cried in a day. For the past week, tears have become a common reaction to overwhelming emotions. The pregnancy hormones are mingling with your recent life changes, on top of your predisposition to being a crybaby already, and have made you a sappy, teary-eyed disaster.
Yesterday, he found you outside watching Pickles wriggle around on his back. Your eyes were puffy and bloodshot, face wet from bawling. When he asked what was wrong, your answer was, “Nothing, he’s just so cute I feel like my heart is going to explode.”
Your record is 10 cries in one day. You’ve been awake for about a half an hour and have already cried twice. It’s an impressive start.
You sniffle again and wipe the stagnant tears away, then start laughing because you can’t even continue to take him seriously. He’s just fucking beaming at you.
“What the fuck are you laughing about?” he starts laughing, too, then makes his way around the counter to you.
His rough hands cup your cheeks and you shake your head as you grin up at him, “I just think you’re really great.”
“Yeah?” his smile widens, and you nod in response. He leans in and presses his lips to yours. The kiss is a sweet peck, and you link your arms behind his neck to draw him in again, lingering longer this time. He inhales sharply as your tongue meets his, flipping your stomach upside down. His touch trails back to the hinges of your jaw, and he brushes the sleep-mussed hair from your face as the kiss deepens.
A soft moan rumbles in your throat and you get to your feet, arching your back into him. His hands find your waist and pull you closer, and you can feel his cock hardening against you under the loose constraints of his lazy Sunday morning sweatpants. But he pulls back, speaking to you between needy, wet kisses, “Wait- mmm, gotta- gotta show you something-“
You pout and look up at him as you bring one hand down to his tented pants and rub your thumb in a circle against the tip of his length, “Can it wait?”
He throws his head back as a hiss sucks the air from his lungs, then brings his eyes back to yours and shakes his head, “Can’t wait.”
“Are you sure?” you bat your eyelashes and continue to tease him, feeling a bead of pre-cum wet the fabric between his cock and the pad of your thumb.
A huge smile spreads across his face as he shudders, then pulls you back in for a smoldering kiss. He shakes his head as he gasps against your mouth, “So impatient, cariño.”
“You want me to stop, baby?” you ask innocently, then roll your tongue against his and wrap your hand around his sweatpants-bound cock. He grabs your wrist gently and laces your fingers with his, then brings the back of your hand to his lips, where he plants a kiss.
“What I want-“ he lowers himself onto one knee and pulls a little black velvet box out of his pocket. Every cell in your body comes to a standstill. He releases your hand so he can open it, revealing a gold band with a solitary sparkling white gemstone, “Is for you to marry me.”
A surge of adrenaline floods your bloodstream, making you lightheaded, and you breathe, “Wh- what?”
Your heart pounds impossibly fast in your chest as he looks up at you with those puppy dog eyes and asks, “Will you marry me?”
Tears brim your eyes for the third time this morning, cheek-burning smile breaking out on your face when you answer him, “Fuck yes I will.”
“Yeah?” he laughs and his smile is all dimples and perfect teeth when he plucks your hand up and slides the ring onto your finger.
You laugh through your crying and nod. He gets to his feet and cups your cheeks again, thumbs wiping the tears away, and he kisses you with heat, guiding you backwards until you butt up against the dining room table.
You cease kissing and throw your head back as laughter bubbles from your throat, “I can’t believe you just let me keep fondling you when you were going to ask that!”
A smile stretches across his face as he chuckles and shrugs, “You’re very persuasive.”
Your eyebrow quirks, “Oh yeah?”
“But I couldn’t wait any longer,” his face softens into a loving gaze and your heart aches as it melts in your chest. He takes your left hand and holds it up so he can look at the ring he just adorned on your finger, and questions, “Do you know what today is?”
Your stomach flips and you nod, “I met you five years ago today.”
“That’s right,” the corners of his mouth upturn and he plants a kiss on your hand, “I fell in love with you five years ago today.”
Your eyes sting as tears flood them again, the deep well of adoration and love you have for this man just too much to bear, and you pout, “This really isn’t fair, you’re trying to make me cry now.”
His eyes fold into crescents as he laughs heartily, then presses his forehead against yours, “I love you.”
“I love you, too, Javier,” you raise your hands to his face, thumbs scraping against the stubble he hasn’t shaved off yet this morning. He kisses you slowly, a series of lazy, wet lingering pecks.
His hands trail down to your waist, then over and under your ass, palming the cheeks over your thin cotton robe.
His nose nuzzles against yours and he hums in contentment, “Where were we?”
“I think,” you drop your gaze to his tented pants and smirk as you bring your grasp around him, circling the dark gray wet spot with your thumb, “We were going to the bedroom.”
He groans at the touch, then shakes his head as he guides you onto the table and nudges your knees apart, “I want you right here.”
You let out a soft coo when he tugs on the sash of your robe until it’s undone and falls open, exposing your naked body. He cradles your head like it’s made of something delicate and priceless, then drags his tongue across yours, sending molten heat dripping down your spine. His lips press against your jawline and he hesitates.
You whisper, “Kiss my neck.”
“Are you sure?” his eyebrows press together and he pulls back to meet your eyes, searching for reassurance.
Recently, you both learned that touch to your neck is a trigger now. He has been cognizant not to touch you in the area since an incident, in which he innocuously put his hand to your throat during sex, led to your hyperventilating on the bedroom floor.
Throughout your recovery after those two days in hell with Dan as your keeper, Javi has been fucking wonderful.
When you wake up in the night, screaming and crying, thinking you’re still in that closet, he holds you, rocking back and forth, singing quietly as he strokes your hair and lulls you back to sleep. You do the same for him sometimes.
In the first few weeks, when you would be alone for an extended period of time while Javi and Chucho were out working, panic attacks found you. You would call Javi from their home phone and he’d have you tell him all the things you could see that start with a certain letter, then he would talk you through grounding exercises.
If it weren’t for the support you receive from him and your therapist, you would be a catastrophe. As opposed to what you are now, which is simply a mess.
You nod and tilt your chin up, exposing the column of your throat, “I want it. I trust you.”
“Will you tell me if it’s too much?” his touch falls to your ribcage and ghosts down your sides to your hips, pricking your skin with goosebumps.
“I promise,” you breathe, and it turns into a gasp when his tongue massages a circle into your pulse. Your whole body shudders when he seals his lips against you and sucks gently. He migrates down your neck, leaving a trail of saliva shiny on your skin, sending your heart racing and your center vibrating with lust.
“Oh, Javi, that’s so good baby,” you whimper to the ceiling, raking your fingers through his hair. His lips emit a low hum against you, moving to your collarbone where his teeth catch your skin. Your back arches into him, moaning in approval of the sharp sting. He soothes the bite with the gentle caress of his tongue.
Rough hands skate along the tender skin of your thighs. The contact floods you with a neediness, and you grab at his shirt, whimpering, “I want you, Javi.”
He brings his lips to your ear and purrs, “I’m not done with you yet.”
“Come on,” you pout and reach for his swollen member, but he redirects your hand, lacing his fingers with yours.
“You need to learn patience, babygirl,” he chastises, then flicks your earlobe with his tongue before grinding it between his teeth. A spring of pleasure flows down to your cunt. You moan in response, pelvis thrusting forward with a mind of its own. He whispers, “Does that sweet little pussy need attention?”
The words slither around inside you, making you squirm, and you nod breathlessly, “Y-yes.”
His free hand splays across your chest, “Well, that’s too fucking bad . Gonna take my time with you,” he warns as he pushes you back gently until you recline onto your elbows, “Gonna make you beg for it.”
His hot gaze meets yours as his velvet tongue flattens on one of your pebbled nipples. His head swivels back and forth, dragging his tongue across the sensitive bud at a torturously slow tempo. Another shudder runs down the middle of you.
“Fuck- “ you gasp, arching into the contact, head falling backwards for a moment before you return to meet his love-blown eyes.
He responds by taking the nipple between his front teeth and tugging ever-so-gently. You moan from deep in your throat at the ripples of ecstasy that shoots across your body. Your cunt clenches around nothing. He moves to the other tit and works away, lapping and nibbling down on your nipple until you’re writhing beneath him, a constant stream of whimpers falling from your mouth.
“Fuck me, please, Javi, please- “
“I will, cariño,” he promises, planting a hot, wet kiss on your sternum, then your belly, never breaking eye contact, “When I’m ready.”
His tongue draws slow, lazy circles down the soft skin of your abdomen. The sensation rolls across your body and liquifies. He has you shivering and gasping at each touch.
You huff, "Now?"
He chuckles at your frustration, then instructs, “Scoot towards me.”
You follow his order, wiggling forward until your glistening pussy is right on the edge of the table. His hands run down the backs of your thighs, and he spreads you open wide, on display for him.
His eyebrows press into a crease and his lips form an "o" and he drops to his knees at the sight, purring, “I haven’t even touched this pretty pussy yet and, fuck, you’re already so wet.”
“So fucking wet,” you whine, rolling your hips towards him, wordlessly begging him to touch you.
His hot gaze locks on yours, looking up from between your legs as his tongue drags up the middle of your sex. Just a tease. A taste. You ache with want.
“Fucking amazing, baby,” he breathes, and his gaze falls from yours as he gives his full, undivided attention to your cunt. His soft tongue starts rolling across your clit and you ascend to a different plane of existence. Those same molasses circles he drew all over your body, leaving a shiny trail of saliva to where he is now. Over and over and over again as he groans against you.
The throbbing of pleasure keeps accumulating, condensing, slowly and steadily pushing you to new heights. Your face gets flushed and sweaty as your heart pounds in your chest. You roll your hips against his tongue, trying to get more.
He rises to his feet and brings you closer, pressing his forehead to yours, cradling the back of your head with one hand as he pulls his sweatpants down with the other. His pants drop to the ground in a gray heap, releasing his thick, gorgeous cock. His lips capture yours with force, and he growls between messy kisses laced with your arousal, “See- how fucking- good you taste, cariño?”
"I love the way I taste in your mouth," you pant.
His thumb slides hard against your overly sensitive clit. The stimulation feels like an electric cattle prod to your pussy, sending your body bucking and shuddering. The pain is layered, though, and a deep want lays beneath.
"Please, baby," you whine, grabbing at his shirt and tugging at him, "I need you, please-"
You bite your lip in anticipation as the head of his cock nudges your entrance. His nose nuzzles against yours and he continues in a gravelly tone that ricochets down your spine, “Is that what you want, baby?”
Your lips form a pout and you nod, then gently thrust your hips against his, dipping him inside just enough to pull a rumble from his throat. The electric sharpness of his touch on your clit is overtaken by a wanton need for him to fucking destroy you.
“Yes,” you whisper, tilting your pelvis against him, “Fuck me, Javi.”
He slowly drives his hips forward at your admission, filling you, sending waves of pleasure surging from your cunt to the tips of your toes. A moan is ripped from your throat and you throw your head back. He starts to fuck you, pumping into you deep and merciless.
His lips find your neck again. He lays hot, wet kisses on the delicate skin. You run your fingers through his hair and gasp, “That’s fucking perfect, Javi, holy shit,” then tug at the front of his shirt, "Take it off."
He ceases movement, fully sheathed, and sits up, pulling the shirt off over his head. The shirt takes his new glasses with them and they clatter to the floor and he winces. You giggle at the clumsiness. The gentle jostling of your body around his cock trickles ecstasy into your center, and you gasp at the sensation.
A sheen of sweat glistens atop his skin and he's panting as he meets your eyes with a grin. He looks happy. And in love. You probably do, too, because that's how you feel. The way your heart swells almost fucking hurts.
You beckon him closer, and he follows, leaning in slowly to press his plush lips against yours. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, arching your back into him, digging your fingernails into his skin. He throbs inside you, making you gasp. His moan vibrates into your lips, and he starts pumping into you, faster, more frantic now.
The way you're huddled against each other, whimpering between kisses, reveling in the divine pleasure each movement, each touch, brings you both. As it always does, it feels like you were made for each other.
As if he can read your mind, he rasps, "I fucking love you."
"I love you, Javi. So- fuck- so fucking much," you pant, pulling his lips against yours again.
He moans in approval and brings his hands to your waist, trailing up your back to your shoulders. He gets a grip on you here and leverages you down on his cock as he thrusts forward, setting a brutal pace. Your whole body buzzes and tingles, and the kisses grow more desperate.
His hips snap into yours, bringing you up higher and higher as your muscles tighten and your body starts to quiver.
“Javi-“ a choked sob escapes you as you start to ascend towards bliss, “I’m fucking cumming- oh, fuck-“
"Fuck yes, cum for me, babygirl," he orders through gritted teeth, "Wanna feel you squeeze me-"
You come completely undone, overtaken with ripples of ecstasy from your center. Your legs clamp down around his hips as your body spasms, and you can hear Javi moan in response to the sensation, pumping into you with reckless abandon a few more times before he spills inside you.
Slowly, your muscles slacken and soften, but before you can release his shoulders from your grasp and lay back on the table, he whispers breathlessly, "Hold on tight."
"Wh-"
His hands move to your ass and you squeal when he picks you up. He carries you into the bedroom as you giggle into his neck, then you both tumble sideways onto the mattress.
"Oh, that's so much better," he groans and sprawls out.
You curl up into the crook of his arm, "You're the one that wanted to- nay, insisted that we- fuck on the table."
"Mmm," he hums and closes his eyes with a small smile playing on his lips, "Just wanted to eat your pussy for breakfast at the kitchen table."
This makes you laugh, loud and untethered, "Worth it?"
He chuckles and nods, eyes still closed, "Worth it."
There's a flutter inside your belly and you gasp, "Oh my god, Javi."
"What?" his body tenses and his brow furrows.
It flutters again and your eyes well with tears, "She's moving. I can feel her moving."
A dimpled smile stretches across his face and he sits up, placing a hand on your small, but still noticeable, baby bump.
"I don't know if you'll be able to feel her kick on the outside," you tell him softly, then chuckle, "She's only a papaya right now."
"That's ok," he mumbles, smiling down at your belly, "Little Miss Rosemary Peña will be able to kick my ass before I know it."
"Probably," you tease.
He grins at you and shakes his head, then lays back down, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to cuddle you closer. A comfortable, warm silence embraces the two of you, and your fingers trail along his chest, his belly, his face. Writing love notes on his skin. He plays with your hair and watches you with love sparkling in his dark eyes.
You're home.
[ The End ]
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Scaredy cat reader who wants to indulge in katsuki’s taste so they insist on letting him pick whatever he wants for movie night and not just pick something he thinks reader won’t be scared of. Except the film was much gorier than reader expected and reader is now insisting on showering together that night, totally bc showering together is romantic!! Definitely not bc at any moment someone could open the shower curtain with a knife!! Bc duhh they’re not reallll duhhhh!!!
HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE
Hoooo my god, yes, cuz even tho he always, ALWAYS insists that you pick something for both of you, when you go to the video store together (or check his streaming lists), you can't help but notice the way he lingers in the horror section and sometimes even picks stuff to watch on his own.
And you've spent sooo much time begging him to pick what he wants to for movie night, saying that you don't mind on occasion because you want it to be special for him, too (cuz lord knows how many times he's sat through Trolls with you, absolutely MISERABLE but always happy to see you happy)...
(I can imagine you both in the store, him wearing the pensive face he makes when he doesn't want to make a decision that might upset you, looking between the latest blockbuster and some ancient, horrific horror movie he's been meaning to watch for ages.
And you're next to him, promising you don't mind, all: "katsuki, let's just watch it! i want to, cuz i won't be all that scared with you there :)" and him finally going "okayyyyyy, if you say so, sweets" while bringing it up to counter...)
BUT EXACTLY LIKE YOU SAY, ai, you end up TERRIFIED and honestly kind of scared of the dark when the movie is over and Bakugo's turning off the lights while you're getting ready for bed... just thinking to himself he's such an ass for giving in and letting that happen...
...Right up until you jump when he enters the bathroom while you're showering to grab your clothes for the laundry........... and he realizes that maybe the best way to make it up to you would be by giving you something else to focus on by plowing you in the shower
(He strips off his clothes and reaches behind the shower curtain to grab you, lifting you up into his arms as you squeal, half out of surprise + half out of anticipation for what's next. And he's flipping you around with a growl that sounds just like the one he uses at work, except this time, more intimate for you as he can already feel your loins and you can feel the way... he's also coming to life between his legs, too .)
Then you're really scared (but only for the backache you know you'll have when you wake-up LOL)
#bakugo#i can't seem to get it right but like#YES AI YES#in the sense that he's taking your mind off the scary by being the scary.......... giving u a real d*cking for bearing with him#and it's the new way you deal with his love for horror movies... f*cking in the shower after#and it's a plus for both of u!! u can do what he likes and he doesnt have to watch trolls AND YOU BOTH GET TO [redacted]#anyway mmmm horror actor bakugo come to caitie pspspspsps tktktktk#caitie things#gen#aikugo#ai !!
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sjdsjsd sorry to be that person but what are your thoughts on adrinette's development throughout the season?? it's so wild to me how their relationship evolved sm in just 11 episodes
it IS wild!! Especially after watching them just make insane heart eyes at each other for 4 seasons before this!! Im proud of them. look how far they’ve come :’)
I’ll admit tho that I do have some mixed feelings lol. Because tbh I actually really love the status quo of miraculous ladybug. I know everyone has been itching for adrinette or another side to officially get together for years, but I always just loved the dynamic of each side as it was originally. dont get me wrong, im Thrilled to see adrinette saying I love you and holding hands and being the cutest couple ever 😭 and it always made the most sense for adrinette to be the side that dates prereveal. Im happy for the development! But at the same time I do miss adrien pining for ladybug. When I see ladynoir onscreen together now they’re just so cute and theyre great friends and partners and they’ve left the drama of s4 behind which is nice bc that was hard to watch dhdnd. But at the same time im like aw I want him to be in love with his lady! </3 and ive been waiting for a ladrien interaction to no avail 😔
It’s really interesting how they flipped/reversed the love square briefly to have marinette pursuing chat noir and then she flipped back pretty quickly while adrien continued to pursue her as marinette. There’s been so much love square development this season that it gave me a little whiplash in the beginning lmao. if u have been following me for a while h probably know im a big marichat fan. So obviously I was losing my mind over all the marichat this season. I was always rooting for marichat interactions but I was never delusional enough to think we’d get THAT lmao. so ofc I was ecstatic! But at the same time I was like wait! No, not like this! Bc I was never rooting for a love square “reversal” so much as a LS “expansion,” if that makes sense. Like I wanted marinette to fall for chat and adrien for marinette, but I didn’t want them to fall out of love with OG crush. I was hoping for the dramatic “oh no, im in love with two people!” thing and them having to reconcile those feelings and then at the reveal they’d realize they’d fallen in love with the same person twice. I’ve just always thought of adrien being in love with ladybug as kind of a defining character trait for him, so it’s sad for that to be seemingly gone, but also i dont really believe it is? maybe just suppressed atm bc his love for Marinette is taking priority.
Man I probably sound whiny and entitled rn complaining that my favorite side of the square got so much attention and that adrien is openly in love w marinette now, which ive wanted for a long time lol. I dont mean to come off that way!! Im really enjoying the adrinette and the love square development! it’s just going differently from how I imagined it would so im trying to stop pushing my expectations on it and just enjoy what the writers cooked up for us. im excited to see what happens next!
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Hello!! Hope you're day/night is going well!
I had an idea if you're able/willing to write it. It could be ot6 or you could pick a member of choice. I personally couldn't pick bc it'd be so cute for any of them. But, I was thinking about you and the boys (or just you and your boyfriend) having a cooking/baking night or something and you start stealing bits of the food, take something of your boyfriends or like sit in his spot on the couch. He jokingly gets irritated and tells you to give it back/stop/move, but you pull out the "make me" card. Fluff to the max. He teasingly fights for his belongings back, tickles you or throws you over his shoulder plopping you back down in his lap. Meanwhile, the other members, if they're there, either act like nothing happened or all just roll their eyes (smiling) bc y'all are just being an annoy (cute) couple and it bothers them (not really, cuz you guys are just too stinkin cute together).
Hope that makes sense. Thank you!!
Hey, I hope you're day/night is going well too :)
Goo Gunil
Summary: Gunil invited you to join Xdinary Heroes in their baking night. Only for you and him to end up annoying the rest of the members with your cute coupleness.
WC:844
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photo not mine credits to owner.
“The members and I are gonna have a baking night at the dorm this Saturday. Do you want to come?” Gunil asked you. The two of you were currently walking around the city streets, enjoying the nightlife.
“All of you guys in one kitchen? Are you sure it’s not gonna explode?” you joked. Gunil laughs at your comment.
“I promise there will be no exploding kitchens,” he says. “So will you come?”
“I’ll come. It sounds fun” you nodded.
Saturday came and you arrived at the dorm. Currently, you are being squished in a welcome hug by Gunil.
“Let them breathe,” Seungmin teased as he walked by you and Gunil. Gunil releases you from the hug so he can turn and shoot a glare at Seungmin. The rest of the members pile into the area, greeting you as they came. Then you got out all the ingredients, bowls and other utensils that you needed for baking. You guys decided that you would be making cupcakes. One batch of vanilla and one batch of chocolate. Splitting up into two teams. Jungsu, Jooyeon, Hyeongjun and Jiseok would make the vanilla batter. You, Gunil and Seugmin would make the chocolate batter.
You and Gunil worked on combining the dry ingredients while Seungmin prepared the wet ones. You just combined all the ingredients together and were about to mix the batter when Gunil stopped you. You looked at him confused.
“What am I forgetting something?” you asked. Gunil shook his head.
“No, but let me mix the batter, so that your arm doesn’t get tired.” Seungmin rolls his eyes and you hear some of the other members fake gag.
“Gunil, I’m more than capable of mixing the batter,” you laughed lightly. Once more, going to mix the batter, but Gunil stops you again.
“Just let me do it,” he pouts, holding onto your arm. His members shoot him judgemental looks that he doesn’t due to his back facing them.
“Ok, fine,” you gave in. Gunil mixes the batter together and then you guys distribute it into the baking tray and put it into the oven.
While you wait for the cupcakes to bake you all go and hangout in their living room area. Naturally you and Gunil sit side by side on the couch. You playfully slid one the rings he was wearing on his finger off and onto your own.
“Why do you keep stealing my rings? They don’t even fit you.” It’s true they don’t. Gunil’s fingers are much larger than yours. His rings would never stay on your finger, it would just slide right off.
“I like them,” you said, spinning the ring around on your finger.
“Then I’ll buy you some,” he tells you.
“I like them cause they’re yours.” Gunil’s face flushes. It doesn’t matter how long you two have been dating, your flirting affects him just the same.
“Give it back,” he orders, reaching for your ring clad hand. Trying to hide his flushness.
“Make me,” you taunted him, pulling your hand away from him. Gunil begins to playfully wrestle with you in order to get his ring back. It’s full of laughter and giggles as you try to keep his ring away from his grasp. Gunil then picks you up, plopping you down onto his lap. He wraps one arm around your chest, keeping you trapped and the other one goes to pry his ring from your hold. He finally gets his ring back and lets out a sound of victory. Meanwhile a pout made its way onto your face as you left out a huff of defeat. Gunil smiles, thinking you look adorable and presses a kiss onto your cheek. He readjust you in his lap, moving his arms to sit around your waist.
The members exchange looks with each other about the scene they just witnessed play out in front of them. They act annoyed. Making claims about it was so unnecessary and how dare you subject them to having to witness your couple's antics. When in reality they found you guys to be really cute. The looks were more of jealousy than annoyance. They were jealous about how cute and happy you two were together. The annoyance that they did feel was about how single you and Gunil made them feel. It made them want to find their own special someones that they could be so sickeningly cute with.
Ringing of the timer going off alerted you that the cupcakes should be done. You guys went to pull them out of the oven and left them out to cool, before you started to decorate them. Once decorating time came, the member had to deal with yours and Gunil's cuteness again as you playfully swiped some icing onto Gunil’s cheek.
“Come on can’t you guys stop being so gross,” Jooyeon complained and the other members agreed. However secretly they didn’t want you two to stop. They liked watching how happy you made each other. Seeing how in love you two were and they hoped that it would never change.
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Hey! Found your blog a few days ago I believe and I love your writing!
I was wondering if you could do a
Swk, redson, Mk, and macaque x reader who take a long time to process things? Or like they have dyslexia ( a learning disability) that makes it hard for them to learn things fast so they need extra help understand certain stuff? If not I completely understand!
I hope you have a nice day/afternoon/night! Take care of yourself!
Thank you anon!!! I did my best to look into dyslexia a bit so I wasn't flying blind, however if there are any problems with what I wrote please tell me!
MK, REDSON, SWK, AND MACAQUE x DYSLEXIC!GN!READER (Headcanons)
MK
Oof same
Though he tries his best to read himself, he tries extra hard to help you when you need it.
The two of you together probably mix up directions a lot(Mei and Redson will help lol)
Thinks it’s kinda cute if you mispronounce things; won’t make fun of you for it but will help you sound it out. If he doesn’t know either, you two just make guesses until something sounds right lmao
He himself uses a lot of visual aids(it’s why he loves drawing) so I can see him extending that offer of making some for you if you’d like!
Really good at getting you to calm down if you’re starting to get stressed at something you’re trying to comprehend.
Encourages you to take your time with stuff, there’s no rush, no one’s mad or anything.
Redson
They’re a little confused at first. The words on the menu are so easy to read, why are you having such a hard time?
(You’ll probably have to explain it to them)
Once they figure out what’s wrong they’re much less condescending toward you. They’ll pretend to not like giving you resources but trust me they love helping you any way they can.
Never ever rushes you to try and understand something. If someone else does, they threaten to set the person on fire if they don’t back off and give you a minute.
I think Redson is actually pretty good at explaining things in different ways. It requires some patience on their end, but they wouldn’t mind it for you.
If you want them to write something down for you because you’re kinda struggling on your own, they will. Their handwriting is really pretty.
SWK
OOF SAME
He’s super supportive, don’t get me wrong, and he does his best, but this monkey cannot read to save his life.
Thinks in pictures, deals in pictures. You two can potentially help each other out? You present words, he’ll match a visual to it. The math is adding up
He takes things slow a lot of the time, so if you’re getting stressed about reading or understanding something, he encourages you to do your best. If you still can’t figure it out, don’t worry about it, it’s not a life or death situation!
If he sees you zoning out he has two options: join in(bc honestly he probably likes daydreaming!) or very gently helping you to zone back in. If it helps you to fidget with something he lets you play with his tail.
Doesn’t care what anyone else thinks about you. You’re not dumb to him, you’re not lazy. You’re trying just as hard as anyone else!
Macaque
Like Redson, slightly confused at first. But then he remembers how Wukong is and understands immediately.
You’ll have to talk to him about what helps you the best, but in the meantime he doesn't mind reading aloud to you when the words just won't stop moving.
Very patient with you if you’re talking and pronouncing things wrong/mixing up words/etc. If you don’t mind him doing it he’ll correct you, but if you’d prefer he let you figure it out, he’ll shut up.
Has no sense of schedule for himself, but if you wanna work on your own time management he might partner up with you to figure out a routine for the two of you to follow(Please this man needs sleep. Give him a bedtime.)
If you’re into drama and theater like he is he’ll want you to help him with his plays! It’s hands on so you won’t have to stress that much
He’ll probably go terrorize anyone who insults you and your intelligence in front of him
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hello!! i'm here for the matchup thingie ^^
• fandoms: shinee + exo
• pronouns: she/her
• mbti + ennea: isfp 4w5
• taste in fashion: i like more simple outfits. like shirts that are just a single color bc i'm not really into stamps and all. and the shirts are in more neutral colors like black & white, or colors in a darker shades, especially red and blue. i loove stripes tho. also sweaters are my thing, and crochet tops for summer. for bottom parts, whatever is comfortable which means i like mom jeans better than skinny jeans lol (sorry if this got too long shshsjsjsj)
• aesthetic tendencies: i'm not really into makeup, the only thing i put on is lip gloss. i keep my hair natural aka curly, i dyed it dark ginger sometime ago but now i'm growing it out and thinking about dying it black (naturally it is dark brown)
• favorite features on my self: hmm i like my eyes and eyelashes, also my lips, my collabones too kinda, and my hair when it's not a mess
• favorite group era: ok this is HARD (pun unintended) omg hmm for shinee i love 1 of 1, the vibes were great and they all looked so good in those colorful fits, so that's the one. for exo tho i'm torn between monster, ko ko bop and cream soda aghshshsjsjs but i will go with ko ko bop for a single reason: red mullet baek (aka the loml)
• what i like in a partner: i like respectful people, who don't pressure me and try to make me feel comfortable through small but meaningful actions. people who are rather quiet than loud really catch my eye, but i also enjoy being around more extroverted and talkative people, although i have a hard time keeping up with them most times
• a song that sounds like me: the archer by taylot swift :,) i relate to it soo much it's crazy. mitski's thursday girl too, and lana del rey's doin' time (a friend of mine once said this song has my vibe lol i took it as a compliment)
• 3 fav songs from the groups: ok now that's hard omgggg for shinee one is definitely lucifer (my fav tt of theirs), an ode to you, and 1 of 1 (honestly i'm still getting into their discography). for exo it's forever, she's dreaming and let me in (man i changed it like 10 times help)
that's ittt, please take your time with writing! and take care of yourself too <3
Hello!! Thank you so much for your patience, it was fun working on this, so thank you for the request! All matchups that I recieve will probably be around this length, give or take, so I hope this is fine!!
For SHINee, your match is: Taemin
Sweetie, can I just ask, are you okay? The songs that you mentioned are exceptionally interesting but also rather sad— Anyway, to start off, an ISFP 4w5, to my understanding, is someone who is very introverted and appreciates living a more average life, with very few but exceptionally exciting things. Just enough to make them not quite ordinary, but just enough to fly under the majority’s radar.
As such, I believe someone that catches wind of your unusual “charm” or interests would become instantly interested in you. Especially someone like Taemin.
More under the cut.
As an idol with a lot of accolades for both group and solo works, he’s definitely someone who outside of work greatly appreciates a sense of normalcy. Being an INFP, this also heavily implies that he’s more likely to be a homebody, and that he’s someone prone to sticking to what he knows and rarely tries anything new. Being with someone who feels like they’re immediately part of his average at-home lifestyle, yet still keeps him on his toes, is definitely someone that he’d like to have in his life.
Besides, his personality is essentially a melting pot of all of his hyungs combined, so in his humble opinion, he’s all the fun that anyone could ever need.
“Minho hyung? Aren’t I enough fun though? 6v6”
He thinks that the way you dress is so cute. To him, although a bit plain, the fact that such outfits compliment you so well is an ode to how naturally charming and attractive you are. And, because they’re more on the simple side, he can subtly match with you whenever you go out without catching too much attention. Nowadays, he’s more interested in looking soft and cute anyway. So if he needs an idea on what to wear, or how he’d want to style himself, he can always count on looking at you to feel inspired!
He also loves your au naturél look. While anyone can appreciate how pretty makeup looks, he especially appreciates how fresh and sexy you look with your natural skin, and glossy lips. For whatever reason, he thinks it goes well with your curly hair, and the mostly natural colors you dye it in! It’s like he’s looking at someone who is beauty incarnate, and he always feels that simply looking at you is like a breath of fresh air. Like after a long day, he can just hug and feel refreshed!
Speaking of hair though, to an extent, Taemin can empathize with how stubborn and messy curly hair can get as he has had it at some point. If you’ll allow him, he’ll probably share some tips about how he managed to keep his tamed. (And if he can’t remember what that special hair thing was called, he’ll randomly ask his makeup and stylist noona about it)
Taemin is also very considerate and well attuned to the emotional needs of others thank to his INFP personality. Whenever he does something with you around, you can always count on him to ask if it’s something you’d like to do. And if not, given his hard-headed nature, he’d try and find a compromise that will still keep things fun and exciting for both of you.
Taemin also strikes me as someone who would take a little work with him home, as opposed to staying at a studio overtime. So he’d probably bounce some of his ideas for concepts onto you, and will willingly engage in lengthy conversations about what you think, how it could be possibly interpreted and received, and if it’s something that the fans would like.
Overall, I think someone like Taemin would be greatly entranced by someone like you :DDD
For EXO, your match is: Suho
On the more Extroverted side of the spectrum, I believe Suho, Mr. Kim Junmyeon, would love to be your match!
As a natural born leader, Suho has traits that can easily stir an exciting and fun gathering into something easy and comfortable. Having a fair share of friends who are introverts themselves, along with members that are on that end of the spectrum as well, he knows how to take care of those that prefer observing and having fun with others as opposed to being the fun.
As an Extrovert, he is usually recharged when he hangs out with people he’s very comfortable with and loves sharing things that he’s interested in with them.
This would extend to you! In the very likely scenario that he’s away on tour or preparing for a comeback, whenever something happens with the boys, or if he finds a pretty illustration or flower, he’ll snap a picture or two just to send you. One with just the object of interest, and one that has him in the frame, along with his famous uncle jokes as a caption or greeting. Most of the time, he’s sharing videos about him complaining about the members.
“I miss you like how the boys miss the point.”
He’s definitely the type of person that would want you to constantly think of him when something good happens in your life, so he’d want you to have a lot of happy memories to look back on whenever you meet. Things like picking out a matching outfit, taking candid photos of you, holding out a hand for you when crossing the road, things that make you feel properly girl-like because he wants to treat you with care. Ever the prince that he is.
He’s also the type of person that tends to take care of the people he’s with, almost in a motherly fashion. So even if he knows that you’re very capable and naturally charming, he’d love to help you out regardless. It’s a habit he’s picked up on as years of being a leader, but in the instance that you do even the smallest of favors for him, he’s eternally grateful. The boys would love you too after seeing how much their leader is whipped for you and would jokingly call both of you, “mom.”
Nowadays, Suho is super into the “casual, effortless” style, so he’d find your own style of clothing very fresh and compliments his own very well. I can also see him as being the type of person that loves to be on camera and likes taking nice pictures of himself. So after getting inspired by those aesthetic posts of couples on pinterest, he would love to take those fun and casual pictures of the two of you, if you would let him.
He loves your eyes. Whenever you two eat together and you’re too absorbed in your food to notice, he likes to watch how your eyes blink and how your eyelashes kiss your grace your cheeks ever so often! He’ll have to remind himself to kiss them later when he sends you home. Though the thought of it makes him feel sort of lonely, he knows that you’d always just be a text or picture away whenever he does go back to work. But as long as he has you right now, he’ll make the most of what he can.
Overall, I think this princely leader would love to take care of you! :DDD
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Hi you said you want to ramble, could you ramble some more about hollow ☆ wonderland i tried looking through your blog but search is. not working. so i failed to find anything at all
HEHEHEHEHH OF COURSE!!! and the reason for that is probably bc i haven’t posted very many details about them!! most of my rambles have been contained to dms with two of my friends and a currently 2.4k word doc of word and idea vomit 👍
anything posted before the most recent ask hasn’t been tagged correctly either, iirc i had a brief summary of the group a while ago though, tagged with “nightcord wxs” i think?? cause i didn’t have a name for them yet at the time. not changing it cause i’ve figured out more stuff since then so it’s sort of outdated. there’s probably a few posts lost in the marlo’s stuff tag, though that i didn’t tag properly but it’s okay those rambles are probably somewhere in my google doc.
anyway, since you didn’t rlly specify something in particular i’m probably just gonna ramble about whatever comes to mind. once again under the cut cause i can tell this is probably gonna get a bit long:
hollow ☆ wonderland is an online music group, and their videos are like kikuo style ones. but not necessarily ones like you are a useless child and aishite, more ones like and then you became the moon, welcome to the star inn, don’t look at me in that way, etc. pretty cutesy and happy sounding with a cute art style and then the lyrics tell a pretty dark story. that’s their general vibe. there’s a few songs i associate with them like judas by abuse (like i mentioned before) but i can’t confidently say it’s the kind of music they’d make. maybe that’ll change though we’ll see.
the group is composed of hoshi (tsukasa) the main lyricist, koki (emu), the artist, tako (rui) the animator and eventual co-lyricist, and kurage (nene), the composer.
they’re all silly online friends who like making music videos together and while none of them really talk about their issues pre-main story given that they’re not super close/don’t know each other super well yet, they still enjoy doing this together and care at least a little bit about each other.
i’m still figuring out how exactly the main story goes, but i’ve definitely made more progress now so HOPEFULLY i figure out a coherent story soon. i rlly do want to write a fic for them but don’t get your hopes up too much.
a few basic ideas i do have currently are some stuff like tsukasa, despite also being on his last hopes like the rest of them, is going to be the one to really encourage them all to start theater again. their sekai is a rundown theme park with lots of fireflies around, all the plushies are still there but they’re also worn down and have lots of patches and stuff on them. wonder stage has been closed down already, but it hasn’t been like torn down or replaced with a new attraction or anything. will it make a comeback? will hw be using it? we will see :)
i think the world hasn’t even started yet is still gonna be their untitled too. i’m thinking for their unit fits it’s gonna be something similar to the circus jester set cards? or at least the face paint thing. i’m absolutely giving them the face paint thing. and then there’s some other plot ideas i have but i’m not totally sure about them yet and i dunno how much sense they make on their own so i’m not gonna add them here.
uh. tsukasas name is hoshi since it means star iirc? so obviously he gets that name. koki meant something like to glitter, to shine, and i think emu would have liked that enough to choose it. and i already mentioned why rui and nenes names are what they are 👍
that is all for now. once again i’m more than happy to answer any other questions (like seriously i was so giddy and happy getting asked about them) so yknow feel free to ask. might answer a bit late cause i’m in school atm and have a lot to say but i will answer it eventually :3
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hi new anon here and i have some Things To Say about “parker lewis can’t lose” being a pete/patrick song
it kinda feels like a back and forth, like i kind of imagine it like patrick was upset and i think honestly hurt by the way pete was acting and just kinda being a dick for no reason, walking around high and mighty but he’s literally still in the same small town as patrick and has no business acting so snobby and rude
and the chorus comes in as pete’s response because he knows patrick is His Person and can shut him up, because he knows that together they’re parker lewis and they can’t lose when they’re together. i hope.. that made sense
“a simple contradiction could shake my whole foundation” i interpreted that the “simple contradiction” is just all of patrick as a person bc pete knew from the get go this is some reverse sun/moon nonsense, so the contradiction to him is patrick, who gets some nerve and implied a confrontation at the end of the 2nd verse, “tied my tongue around my neck for the last time”
that’s also a Very Pete play on words hoo boy
the last lines too feel less angry i feel? more like saying “this is the last time we will write a song like this because it won’t happen again, not wasting time fighting and writing songs ABOUT fighting when we know we have better songs to be writing because parker lewis can’t lose”
sorry if this is all like been there done that, but i’ve been listening to eowyg like crazy for the last week and have no one to talk about this to 🥲 it’s probably my fave song on the album honestly and it gets ZERO love from ANYONE sorry if none of this makes sense i love your writing 🩷
I think the lyrics on this song are A+ nascent Pete Wentz-y lyrics, that "converse with my Converse" little play, and yeah, the "tied my tongue around my neck" ugh not just the play on words but also the neck imagery, Pete's always writing about necks and throats. The "simple contradiction" is one of my favorite things, it makes me think of "uniform non-conformity." I love the idea that each of them is a simple contradiction to the other: they're a mess, and yet they make so much sense ultimately.
It's fascinating not really knowing what the writing process was, how much Pete was in these lyrics, how much Pete was in Patrick's head. There's so much here about "quick wit lips" and "big mouths," so much talk happening (until the UST finally resolves).
EOWYG is now included on my All FOB playlist, and I think it's interesting how you can HEAR the Patrick we would eventually get, not so much his voice (it is shocking how much Patrick's voice improves after EOWYG) but his music. I think Honorable Mention sounds like Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner at the beginning, and this song, Parker Lewis Can't Lose, gives me glimmers of Dance Dance.
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Actually, John O’Bryan or Joshua Hamilton (I forgot which one) confirmed on the Braving the Elements Podcast that Zutara was in the original bible and that there was a fight in the writer’s room for making it canon. He even says he’s still Zutara, that they did it wrong, and that in an alternative universe they’re together.
But his version doesn’t really make sense bc the original bible that can be accessed online doesn’t confirm ANY ships. Also, kataang was literally hinted in the pilot. Not to mention that either Joshua or John - whoever wrote CoTL - literally confirmed that Mike and Aaron made him write Omashu for Kataang’s romance. One of them (Joshua or John) pitched the episode as just being a story of Sokka suffering with the nomads, but Mike and Aaron felt it was important to tie Oma and Shu to Kataang. I also believe it was Joshua Hamilton who wrote the inaccurate “Avatar Extras” that confirmed that Zuko was supposed to be Katara’s love interest.
So essentially, what happened was the following (imo): In the early development stage prior to book 1, the idea of Zuko and Katara were thrown around. Some of the writers might’ve latched onto it and, as a result, the ship was teased in late 3.5 (especially given how POPULAR the ship was in 2005-2008). However, Bryke and Aaron felt that Kataang was always the natural direction and made sense story wise. And ultimately, that’s what happened as endgame. The creators and the head writer feeling that a popular fanon ship with a friendship developed in under 5 episodes doesn’t make for a romantic endgame, in addition to a preference for Kataang.
At the end of the day, no one is denying that Zutara wasn’t teased (not even Bryke themselves). We just don’t think it’s a plausible endgame that makes sense as per the series. I can also sort of understand why some of the writers would still prefer Zutara - it does sound intriguing on paper (very YA and disney), but doesn’t make any sense execution wise. Good on the creators for denying that shit.
Assuming that's true at all, and that is something I likely truly won't do until I search said podcast and hear it myself because God knows zutarians lie all the time, that still make it the power-struggle some people claim it was.
One writer having an idea, latching onto it, and then trying to pass it off as "my idea was totally going to be canon at one point, trust me even though everyone else on the team says another thing and the actual main couple was present from episode one."
And even if we exclude the Kataang angle in Cave Of Two Lovers (that Joshua did write) an intervention on his writting process would still be necessary. I love Sokka, but watching over 20 minutes of him just being annoyed would get repetitive and boring really fast. It makes far more sense to balance it out with two of the other main characters learning about a legend of a city the viewers are familiar with (and will see being at the mercy of the Fire Nation) the following episode. It makes the episode more engaging and reminds us of what will be at stake if the Fire Nation wins.
Another thing that makes this story hard to believe for me, is the fact that Joshua didn't write any episodes until book 2 (though obviously that doesn't mean he couldn't be part of the creative team in some other ways), of all the episodes he did write only "The Chase" has Katara and Zuko interacting at all or so much as mentioning each other, he was the one who wrote Boiling Rock Part 2 which has some major Maiko moments, and he was also part of creating the episode "Ember Island Players" which mocks the very idea of Zutara and has the characters themselves be visibly uncomfortable when they hear of it.
Even if we assume that man was secretly hoping Zutara would be a thing alll along, it seems pretty clear to me that he is NOT this "Zutara champion" that hates the canon ships and fought tooth and nail to make his OTP happen, but the other evil writers stopped him.
Hell, let's look at someone who has been very openly shipping Zutara for years: Dante Basco, aka Zuko. That man has said he refuses to watch the live action movie and to say anything too bad about it because he's an actor and doesn't want to risk angering a guy that could end up being his boss in the future. This same Dante has REPEATELY said Zutara is his favorite ship, and that even though he really likes how the show ended, he wishes that pairing had had a chance to happen.
He says that without any fear, and doesn't seem to have suffered any consequences for it. To me, that shows that "Zutara VS Kataang/Maiko" is not the epic power-struggle amongst the team that zutarians love to pretend it was. It was just people throwing ideas around. Some were used, some were not. Just the ordinary creative process, not a ship war.
And once again, this is me assuming that there's any chance that Joshua ever wanted Zutara to be a thing, and that this is not just another case of obsessive fans lying to everyone again to convince themselves they have canon validation. God knows Zutarians have cried wolf MANY times (and I'm amused that in this version, Aaron Ehasz is one of the "bad guys", even though they are still using that fake interview of him confirmig a zutara endgame as proof that their ship was supposed to be canon. These people lie so much, they lost track of who they claim is "one of them" or not).
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