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where the spirit meets the bones
Summary: Above, a merciful Sirena roams the seas of the East. Below, a lonely king seeks retribution. Your paths cross one war-torn night when you save the life of a man from the sea with feathered wings on his ankles and ears that point to the sky. Enchanted by your siren song, the feathered serpent king becomes determined to find you, even if he must wait for half a century.
Posted on AO3 here.
Pairing: Namor (K’uk’ulkan) x Filipina (Kapampangan)!Fem!Sirena!Reader
Word Count: 6.6k
Warnings: Mentions of colonization (burning of a Spanish flag in a sea storm but nothing graphic), mentions of drowning and burning (nothing explicit), slow burn (pun not intended), mutual yearning and pining, mentions of death and the afterlife. Physical descriptions of the reader include dark hair and eyes
Tagging: @justrunamok @artsynellyyy @theatreslave @musing-magpie @lostfleurs @alathan13 @velvetmel0n @mattmurdockswife @ameliachastain
Author’s Notes: Hello my darlings! After nearly two years, I have written my first fic. Please be gentle when giving feedback and I apologize if my writing is a bit rusty. But this fic is very loosely based on the Little Mermaid with some Philippine and Maya mythology.
The reader is Filipina, but from an unidentified region from the province of Pampanga, Philippines. Kapampangan is also the reader’s first language (and my second language) and does not speak Tagalog. This is the first part of a trilogy.
Translations: Kapampangan, Yucatec Mayan, and some Tagalog is used in the fic. For smaller phrases, translations are found throughout the fic in italics. For longer sentences in Kapampangan and Yucatec Mayan, translations are found at the end of the fic (with additional author’s notes).
Namor’s monologue is in italics in respect to his language. An online translating generator was used. If there are any errors in Kapampangan and/or Yucatec Mayan, please let me know and I will correct it.
How’s one to know I’d meet you where the spirit meets the bones in a faith forgotten land?
Lubao, Pampanga, June 1827
The moon was full when you rose to the surface, the night quieter than usual. Rain clouds begin to depart as the rain lightens into a steady downpour over the calming sea. The quiet after the storm, but your burning skin and aching bones say otherwise.
On the beach, a mother cries in relief as her daughter clears the water from her lungs, her arms immediately circling around her as she thanks Apong Díos and the angels above. Beside her, the father embraces his family with a joyous shout.
You had caught the girl wandering the beach earlier that evening at the peak of the rainstorm. It was high tide then, the water lapping too close and too angry as she ran along the shore. One moment she was playing on the sand, and the next, the ocean had tried to swallow her whole.
You fought against the current in search for her, your lungs aching for air as the water screamed in defiance. Your tail cramped as you dove beneath the surface, narrowly fitting between the crevices of the sharp rocks and stones. Only slivers of moonlight guided your path through the dark stormy waters.
But you found her a moment later with her head barely above water, her arms and legs thrashing to stay afloat. Her pleas for help were drowned over the sound of the beating ocean and pouring rain, falling deaf on human ears. The girl’s panicked movements only propelled her deeper into the sea, and it was a matter of seconds before she would draw her last breath.
Softly, you began to sing to her. At the sound of your voice, the girl began to still, her movements drawing to a halt as you approached her. Her eyes fluttered shut, but her breathing slowed as her body was calmed by your song. The water around you began to bend to your will the louder you sang, enchanting the creatures and tides around you into submission.
With ease, you wrapped your arms around the child and held them in a tight embrace as you swam to the shore. Her head on your shoulder, you continued to sing softly to her to quiet her mind and relax her body.
You returned her to the surface as you gently laid her body on the sand, your hand cradling the back of her head. In the distance, the yellow lights of a nearby village hut began to flicker with shadows racing across the window. Quickly, you brushed her hair out of her face and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, your hand squeezing hers.
“Gumising na.” Wake up.
At the sound of approaching voices, you released her hand and returned to the sea.
The little girl stands and holds onto her mother’s hands as they depart from the shore, but she hesitates. You watch as she tugs on her mother’s hands and turns to her, urgently pleading for her mother to listen. The mother gazes at the sea, her expression unreadable as her eyes search for answers. The girl turns and points, but her mother shakes her head and carries her in her arms as the father shields them both from the rain, retreating into the safety of their hut.
You ignore the sharp pang splintering in your chest before you turn, floating on your back with your arms outstretched and offering yourself to the sky. Up above, the clouds continue to depart as the rain slows into a whispering shower kissing your skin.
As you bask in the moonlight, you run your fingers over the curved surface of the golden pendant resting on your chest. It was the last relic of your past life, the only physical memory of who you were before the ocean had claimed you as its own. Tonight was far different than the last night you walked on land, but it was quieter nights like these where your mind wandered into the past. One by one, it all came back to you.
A gentle mother’s touch on your hand during a monsoon. A sister braiding your hair by the window. A father teaching you how to sail. A lover sneaking a kiss between dances.
The heaviness in your chest deepens, spreading to your neck and to your eyes as they sting with tears. With pieces of your past echoing in your mind, you look up to the night sky and beg for comfort. One hundred years you have served the ocean. One hundred years you have saved your people from drowning. One hundred years of protecting the secrets of the sea.
But it has also been one hundred years of loneliness.
You were unlike the other creatures who dwelled in the sea. While the sirenas feasted on men and dragged them to their deaths, you rescued them and returned them to the shore. The kataws walked on land and were mistaken for humans as they manipulated the water to their will, while you tamed the water to save the innocent. Siyokoys devoured mortals, but you loved your people who walked on the land and found beauty in their world. While you have the sea turtles and dolphins at your side, your heart remains heavy as they whisper behind you. You were not their kind, why would the ocean choose to have mercy on you?
Gazing at the moon with the water holding you close, you stretch your hands and pray. Why did save me? Must I always bear this loneliness?
The only answer you receive is the pause of rainfall and a full moon sighing in the sky.
Mérida, Yucatán Peninsula, July 1858
By the time you open your eyes, the last of the sun’s rays had settled under the sea with the cool ocean breeze tickling your skin. The dolphin who carried you whistles softly as you wake, its tail brushing against yours as it waits for your command.
“Dakal a salamat,” you whisper. Many thanks.
With a soft smile, you affectionately run your hands over the dolphin’s back as it clicks before disappearing into the sea.
You do not know how long or far you have traveled, but as you take in your surroundings, you realize that you have wandered into foreign territory. As the sky darkens into the blues, violets, and greens of the night, the ocean welcomes you into its soft embrace. Around you, the waves fall into a steady calmness. Just as you enchant humans with your voice, this new ocean comforts you in a strange way you could not quite understand, almost as if it were welcoming you home.
For a brief moment, you allow yourself to relax in these new waters by diving into its arms. As you swim beneath the surface, you find yourself finally able to breathe for the first time. You were far from your home in the Pacific, and you were far from the angry voices of the merfolk who haunted you.
“Alang cuenta,” the sirenas sneered at you when you had rescued stray fishermen from falling into their trap. Furious at your intrusion, your sisters lunged for you and tore at your tail and skin with their webbed claws and bared teeth. You screamed for mercy as you fought back, but their teeth and nails were stronger as they dragged you deeper into the darkness of the sea.
Either out of boredom or mercy, your sisters finished their prey upon you and left you in the cold depths of the ocean where the light of the sun did not reach. Hours passed before you were able to move and swim to the coral reefs where the dolphins and sea turtles found you nursing your wounds. With your arms covered in bites and your chest and tail in cuts, you found refuge in the dolphins and allowed them to carry you far away from your tormentors.
Rising to the surface, you push your hair back and run your hands over your face, suppressing a childish giggle at the realization of your newfound freedom. For weeks you traveled with the dolphins to escape their persecution. Despite spending the past one hundred years alone, for the first time in over a century, you feel nothing but relief. You were never welcomed by the creatures of the ocean back at home. Perhaps you could find a new home here.
You pause. Around you, the ocean suddenly grows cold as ripples slowly reverberate throughout the surface of the water. A chill descends your spine as you suddenly become breathless and frozen.
On the seashore, a man slowly rises from the water, holding a scepter adorned in engravings in one hand with his back turned to you. A golden plate rests on the back of his neck with matching cuffs on his arms, wrists, and legs reflecting the glow of the rising moon. A similar belt rests on his hips and above a pair of dark green shorts, the only article of clothing he wears. In the dim light, your eyes trace the broad expanse of his shoulders and the thick muscles of his back, arms, and legs. An air of regality surrounds him as he fully emerges from the water and stands in his full form.
This man is not human, you realize as he walks along the beach, the water yielding to his presence. He is a man of the sea.
Your brows furrow in confusion as he kneels on the sand.
Wings. There were wings on his ankles.
Something inside of you whispers to swim closer to the shore. With the waves beckoning towards you, you have no choice but to obey.
Holding your breath, you submerge yourself deeper into the water and hide behind a rock to avoid being seen. On the sand, the man with the winged ankles speaks softly in a language you don’t recognize.
“Jach tak in wilech,” he whispers and lowers his head. I miss you.
His movements and words are gentle as he places a white flower on the sand, his voice soft and low as he continues to speak. Your heart pounds in realization as you watch him revere someone who could not be seen. This was a grave.
Guilt consumes you as memories of your past life flood to the surface, your pendant weighing heavily on your chest. Turning away from the shore, you close your eyes to force down the tears that threaten to spill. How silly of you to think you could run away when your family rests at home across the ocean. Here, the water belongs to another. Who were you to leave your home behind and reside in a place as sacred as this?
Wiping at your eyes, you turn back to the shore and find the man speaking to the spirits. Even in the dim moonlight, you catch a glimpse of his face, his dark eyes full of emotion and grief.
Slowly, you reach for the sampaguita flowers in your hair and cradle them in your hands. One by one, you sing quietly to yourself as you place the flowers in the water. You linger for a few moments, your fingers running over the pendant on your chest as the water guides them to the beach.
“Patawad na,” you breathe. I’m sorry.
With a final prayer, you return to the sea.
On the beach, a soft hand reaches for the jasmine flowers. Dark eyes look to the horizon in search of the one who brought them, but the only answer given were the quiet waves lapping at the shore.
Gently, the man with the winged ankles places the white flowers on the sand, creating a trail from the grave and towards the spirit’s old home before disappearing into the water.
The only evidence of his arrival is soon washed away by the rising tide of the ocean.
Philippine Sea, near Manila, August 1894
Tonight was much like the last night you walked on land.
The air was laden with tension and uncertainty. Word from the fishermen and villagers had gone around that the conquistadors were having trouble with their colonies in the West. On the surface, you often found the land-dwellers running through the shadows of the trees in the jungle. The islands seemed to hum in anticipation at the whispers of a possible revolution.
In times like these, you turned a blind eye to your sisters drowning the oppressors on the beach. But your hands weren’t clean and bloodless either. As your sisters feasted on their flesh, you were the one to sing to them, distracting them with your sweet voice and innocent smile.
(You would do it again in a heartbeat, you soon realize. With each conquistador that steps into the water, another revolutionary returns safely home.)
But tonight was different from those quiet nights of revolutionaries lurking in the shadows of the jungle. Tonight was a war.
Lightning strikes through the stormy sky and fuels the flames licking at the near abandoned trade ship drowning in the fury of the summer typhoon. The white sails darken into ash as the Spanish flags fade into dust.
Around you, your sisters call to them with outstretched arms, promising to save them from a violent death. You do not sing to invite them further in, nor do you move when your sisters feed on their flesh. You watch silently as your enemies fall and drown to their death, your skin heated by the scorching fires of their sinking ships. With memories of your last night flashing through your mind, you gaze at the burning flags in contempt. It is only fitting that the last thing they see is your face before falling to their demise.
Suddenly, one of your sisters screams and points to the sky.
Aswang!*
The sirenas shriek and recede into the water as the remaining men on deck scream in terror. Lightning illuminates the sky once more and reveals the silhouette of the figure flying in the air.
Your breath stops in your throat as you glimpse at the figure, your eyes falling to their feet.
The man with the feathered wings on his ankles.
You look up at him, your heartbeat mirroring the resounding claps of thunder. The man with the wings pays no heed to your sisters retreating into the safety of the water. Instead, his gaze is focused on the colonizers clinging onto the debris of their sinking ships.
He raises his spear and strikes.
The ocean thirsts for violence as crimson stains its waters. With each strike of lightning and roar of thunder, the further the Spanish ships sink to the bottom of the sea. Screams and gunshots plague the night as the monsoon beats its anger onto the surface world. One by one, the colonizers perish by the sea, the bloodthirst of your sisters, or the man exacting his vengeance from above.
Your eyes widen. On the deck of the last ship sailing, a colonizer opens fire and aims his weapon at the sky.
“Saguli-!” You shout. Wait!
Everything moves in slow motion. Before the trigger is pulled, bursts of red, orange, and yellow blinds your vision. Your ears ring from the explosion as your left shoulder is consumed by a sharp pain that resembles shark teeth digging into your bones.
As your vision begins to clear, the rain continues to pour. Furls of silver smoke surround you as the burning fires devour the last wooden planks of the sunken ship. Despite the rumble of thunder and cries of the sea, the night is suddenly quiet with only the low crackle of flickering flames filling the silence. Your sisters have disappeared. The colonizers have perished.
In the sky, the man from the sea burns before falling into the water.
Without hesitation, you dive into the sea to search for him with the flickers of the dying flames guiding your path underwater. In the distance, the glint of his spear reflects the light of the surface fires with its owner sinking beside him, his eyes closed and his back covered in black ash.
Ignoring the pain in your shoulder, you wrap your arms around his torso and hold him close as you swim towards the surface.
Please be alive, you pray as you break through the water, your lungs aching as you carry the man in your arms. Please.
...
The monsoon begins to falter when dusk brightens the sky. The rain slows into a steady downpour and the wind turns from a thunderous gust and into a whispering breeze. Gray storm clouds weigh heavily in the sky, but cracks of sunlight peek through the horizon.
Tears burn your eyes as your cries echo in the cove. Pain engulfs your left shoulder and your body screams in agony from fighting against the violence of the waves and the rage from the skies. With a cry of pain, you push yourself up and untangle your arms from the body of the man you rescued. The man from the sea with feathered wings on his ankles.
A gasp of relief escapes your lips the moment you feel the steady drumming of his heartbeat underneath your trembling fingertips.
“Salamat,” you breathe, a childish laugh rumbling in your chest as you wipe at your eyes. “You’re alive.”
With a gentle hand, you brush his dark hair back. The dusky rays of sunlight kiss his tanned skin, casting shadows of the planes and contours of his peppered cheeks. Drops of jade sit beneath his pointed ears and mirror the jewel on his nose. Beads of white pearls and golden rings adorn his neck. A large plate rests on his chest with two deep blue serpents meeting in the middle, a large pearl sitting in the center.
In the dim light of the early morning, you cannot help but gaze in awe at the beautiful man laying in your arms.
Who is he? You wonder as you softly trail your hand from his hair and down his arm, a frown settling on your lips at the sight of dried blood and deep bruises at his side.
You glance back at his face once more. You should be afraid of him, a stranger from a foreign land who showed no mercy to his enemies. But despite the violence of the previous night, you remember the first night you saw him on the beach in the Atlantic. You remember his dark eyes full of grief, his gentle hands cradling the flowers, and his soft voice whispering in the wind.
The man sleeping before you now was not the same man that tormented his enemies at sea, but the man you met on that summer seashore.
Gently, you lean forward to caress his cheek and sing.
“Potang paintunan mu ku, lumwal ka, talanga ka. Akit me ing bulan a masala karin mikit kata. E na ka matakut, e na ku naman migaganaka, uling balu ku balang beni mikikit ka king laman ning bulan a masala.”
As you sing the last note, the man begins to stir.
Panic floods through you as you look down to find his hand wrapped around your right wrist. His grip is firm but gentle, with the heat of his skin warm against yours.
Swallowing the ache in your chest, you lean forward to cup his face with both of your hands, your thumbs stroking his cheeks as you gently press your lips to his forehead.
“Mikit tána pasibáyo,” you whisper. We will meet again.
With one last look, you squeeze his hand and retreat into the water.
…
Whispers of a man from the sea with feathered wings on his ankles spread across the surface. From the villagers and fishermen to the convoys and rulers, people spoke of his existence in hushed tones, afraid that speaking his name would incur his wrath. Parents passed his story to their children as folklore, but those who were old enough remembered seeing him walk along the beach before his footprints were washed away by the waves of the ocean.
K’uk’ulkan, they called him. The feathered serpent god.
The King of Talokan prided himself as a benevolent ruler and a protector of his people. For three hundred years, K’uk’ulkan kept their kingdom a secret under the sea. He lived, breathed, and bled for them, enduring the pain from the surface world to protect the Talokanil from the violence of the land-dwellers. For this, K’uk’ulkan reigned as their king, their feathered serpent ruler.
While tales of the feathered serpent were considered myths to the tribes on the beach, another name was whispered across the seven seas. From the clergy and the admirals, no one dared to speak the moniker out loud.
El niño sin amor, the Spanish priests warned. The child without love.
“Namor,” his enemies gasped as they looked up at him, their eyes wide with fear.
It had been five weeks since the Spanish ships departed from the Atlantic. Five weeks before he finally found the ships that had stolen the resources from his kingdom. As the monsoonal rain raged its wrath over the blazing fires of the splintering ships on a foreign sea he was not familiar with, Namor raised his spear and struck with no mercy.
It all unraveled so fast. One moment he vanquished his enemies, and the next he was swallowed by flames.
He vaguely remembered the ocean welcoming him as he fell from the sky. In the dark stillness of the water, Namor could only watch a dark shadow pass above him. Three hundred years he served his people as their king. Three hundred years he fought, protected, and bled for his kingdom. Maybe just this once, he could overcome the trials in Metnal* and leave the crown behind.
But the gods had other plans for the King of Talokan. Behind the dark veil of his eyes, a soft voice called out to him. The voice was different from the songs of the Talokanil and sung in a language he did not recognize. Her voice was lower, deeper, but sweet and comforting.
A siren song.
With eyes as heavy as stone, Namor willed his body to move, his hands grasping at rough skin. It was a song that willed him to return to the land of the living, willing him to carry the crown and breathe.
For a brief moment, he felt the ghost of her hands stroking his face and her lips on his skin. But when he opened his eyes, he found himself alone in a cove with the monsoon slowing into a whisper.
Running a tired hand over his face, Namor sits up and breathes a deep sigh. His lungs ache from the sharp exhale as he takes in his surroundings. Straight ahead, the wide entrance of the cove welcomes the quiet low tides of the sea. Despite the storm clouds, the horizon brightened into hues of deep blues and violets with the distant call of songbirds singing in the distance.
In the calmness of dawn, the King of Talokan could still hear the soft whispers of the siren song singing to him in the cove. Like a fog, his senses were enveloped by her, his skin prickling at the memory of her touch and his ears mistaking the sound of songbirds to the likeliness of her voice.
As he stands, his eyes flicker to the reflection of the rising sun in the water, a small burst of light catching his gaze. Ignoring the pain in his back, Namor rushes to where the edge of the rock meets the sea.
His heart pounds and his head spins as he cradles the item in his hand, his breath halting in his throat.
In his hand was a golden necklace with its delicate chain torn in two, a pendant of a small flower resting in the center.
The same flower he found on the Yucatán seashore.
“Yaan in kaxtikech,” he breathes. “Ma importa u tojol.”
I will find you, no matter the cost.
Philippine Sea, December 1910
It had been sixteen years since Namor heard you last.
The skies disagreed with him when he returned to the sea where you rescued him. For several months, the monsoons raged throughout the region. Time to time, he encountered trade ships from the North, South, East, and West sailing through the merciless monsoons. Other times, he found war on the sea with different flags flying through the wind and crimson being spilt on the waters. Echoes of gunshots, fire cannons, and war cries sounded throughout the night with the tumultuous tidal waves consuming everything in its path.
With each passing ship, Namor heard the distant sound of the siren songs calling to the unsuspecting sailors and soldiers. With their heads barely above water, he watched the sirens bewitch their prey, their eyes glassy and unseeing before falling to their death. More than once, he found himself entranced by their voices. But each time his ears registered their harmonies, he turned away.
Their voices were beautiful, but they were not you. They were not his sirena.
Only you were the one to enchant the feathered serpent king.
Tonight was different from that summer night, for it was the start of the dry season. Up above, the moon glowed brightly in the night sky without a single cloud in sight. The luminous glow of the moon reflected on the surface of the water, but its reflection was distorted by the growing ripples and the quiet tide of the sea.
The air cooled his skin as Namor reached the surface, his back turned to the full moon. It was almost as if no time had passed since the last time he was in the cove. Although the tides were lower, Namor could still hear the distant melody of your song echoing throughout the cove. It was as if he were drowning in you all over again.
Sixteen years ago, he first heard your siren song. But it had been fifty-two years since he first met you.
A deep ache ate at his chest that particular night. After distracting his generals and evading their watchful eyes, Namor sought refuge on the sand. For three hundred years, he reigned as the King of Talokan. When the crown became heavy to bear, he would slip away from his advisors and find solace in visiting his mother on the surface. He carried the souls of the departed in his heart and their memories in his mind, but sometimes the water suffocated him. Nearly two centuries have passed since he last laid his mother to rest and cleaned her bones, but her memory was clear as day in his mind. He may have been born in the water, but his mother had walked on land - it was all in his blood.
“The Talokanil look to me as their King, their God. I would do anything for them,” K’uk’ulkan whispered as he gently placed the water lilies on her grave. “Just as you did everything to protect me.”
He loved his people just as they loved him. He did not regret taking the throne at a young age and the responsibility of leading and protecting them, but there was a heaviness growing deep inside his chest. An emptiness that he often ignored, but was constantly consumed by its hand.
He remembered watching her hair turn silver and the fine lines settling on her skin as he remained young. In the eyes of many, he was still a child. Yet, he carried the years inside him as centuries passed, watching the people he loved age before they breathed their last breath.
“Every day I see our people grow old, but I remain young and know one day I will mourn and miss them as much as I miss you, na’*.”
The only memories K’uk’ulkan had of his father were the stories recounted to him by his mother. When he sat on her knee, he remembered the smile on her face as she showed him the bracelet she wore on her wrist. Tracing the pearls with his fingers, he could feel his father’s love radiating from each bead. Despite their circumstances, he admired the love his father had for his mother, the same love that he carried in his veins.
“I may be King, but I stand at the throne with no one to share it with, and sleep with no one to hold at my side,” K’uk’ulkan whispered. “I am lonely, na’. So incredibly lonely.”
He wondered what it would be like to love just as his parents did. To have someone to wake up next to, and to fall asleep with every night. To hold and be held by the arms of someone who loves you.
The King of Talokan did not expect an answer, nor did he expect to see white jasmine flowers drifting towards him on the seashore.
The very same flower that rests in his hands now.
The petals are soft in his hands as he places it on the quiet whispers of water. In the beginning, Namor thought of the flowers as a strange coincidence. He knew that such flowers were native to the lands in the East, but he had seen trade ships sail across oceans and between continents. It was possible that cargo could have fallen through the cracks.
Initially, Namor tried to ignore it and stop himself from jumping to conclusions, but something foreign gripped his heart. A small glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, there was someone out there meant for him to love and be loved.
It had all come together when he found your necklace on the rocks.
For sixteen years, your siren song haunted Namor. He had met sirens and other merfolk throughout his lifetime, but there was something different about your song that called to him. Other siren songs were meant to hypnotize their prey before they drowned or were sacrificed to water deities. Their songs meant destruction to anyone who heard their voice, but your song was sweeter, more gentle. Rather than death, your song brought him back to life.
That was something he still did not understand. Why would you save him?
With the jasmine flowers as an offering, the King of Talokan begins to sing.
“X ciih x ciichpan u tz’ u likil yook kaax; tu bin u hopbal tu chumuc can caan tux cu ch’uuytal u zazicunz yookol cab tu lacal kaax chen cici u tal iik u utz’ben booc.”
As he sings, the tidal waves begin to slow into a lull. The ocean did not dare to drown his melody.
“Pitah nookeex luuz u kaxil a holex ba teneex hee cohiceex uay yokol cabile x zuhuyex x chupalelex hel u.”
The water stills on his last note, but the ocean breeze carries his lullaby throughout the cove. His heart beats heavily, his grip tightening on the necklace as he turns. Dark brown eyes flicker to every corner and crevice of the cove and his ears strain to hear any sudden sounds that could indicate your presence.
It is not often that the feathered serpent god sings. Rare and far in between, the only times he ever sang with his heart was with his mother. She taught him the songs she learned when she was a child on the surface, especially this song.
“When I was young, my friends and I would gather and sing this song to keep and bring back a lover.”
“Did it work?”
His mother smiled sweetly at him and playfully poked the tip of his nose. She could not help but laugh when he scrunched his face. “It did. This song was how I met your father. It is the reason you are here.”
He holds his breath as he waits for your arrival in the cove. With each heartbeat echoing in his ears, a heaviness begins to settle in chest. Hope turns to fear, its icy hands crawling at his skin as the waves rise with the tide.
Shadows of the waves dance across the dimly lit walls. Above, the stars whisper to the moon as the celestial beings await your arrival.
Swallowing the growing ache in his heart, Namor turns his back to the moon and starts his way towards the darkness of the cove.
A small splash disturbs the silence.
“Maryu ka man kabug ning salu mu, saingsing mu panamdaman ku.”
The King stops in his tracks.
“Balu ku, atindian ku.”
It is you. His sirena.
“Akit me ing bulan a masala, karin mikit kata.”
Like ivy growing around a stone, your song ensnares him.
“E na ka tumakut, e na ku naman migaganaka.”
Slowly, he turns around. Underneath the silver halo of the bright moon, you rise to the surface.
“Uling balu ku balang bengi mikikit kata king lalam ning bulan a masala.”
Hanging onto each word, Namor walks towards the edge, his senses enveloped by you. Your voice is soft and deep, comforting and captivating as you swim closer to meet him.
“Parati mu sa’ng tandanan, muran man atiu ya ing bulan.”
Your dark eyes meet his gaze as you look up at him. His eyes never leave yours as you sing the final note with a small smile gracing your lips. Time seems to still, his heart skipping a beat as you finally meet where the land meets the sea.
You are more beautiful than he could have imagined. White jasmine flowers adorn your dark hair like little stars shining in the night sky. In the moonlight, he catches a glimpse of your dark green tail, its scales reflecting the glow of the moon beneath the surface of the water.
His sirena, his lool.*
He finally found you.
The feathered serpent god slowly falls to his knees right in front of you, his head bowed in respect.
“Because of you, my people still have a King,” his voice is gentle as he speaks. “You saved my life, and I will forever thank you.”
He still remembers that morning when he returned to his kingdom. For almost a week, Namor had left Talokan in search of the Spanish ships across the Pacific and placed his leadership into his advisors and top generals. This was not the first time he left to protect the borders and identity of Talokan, but it was the first time he did not come back on the day he promised.
Fear flooded his mind when he fell through the sky. He was always strong enough to destroy his enemies, but he was never this defenseless when his unconscious body hit the water. Any remaining survivors could have exploited his lack of defenses, but he was stunned to wake up in a sea cove with his wounds nearly healed.
You reach for him, your gentle hands cradling his face as you silently plead for him to look at you. Almost hesitantly, he follows your command.
“Who are you?”
He has many names, but he wishes for you to call him only by one name.
“My people call me K’uk’ulkan.”
K’uk’ulkan closes his eyes and leans into your touch as your fingers delicately trace his face, your voice enchanting him once more as you repeat his name.
He remembered your palm caressing his cheek and your lips on his skin. As King of Talokan, he often hid this soft side of himself away from his people. But with you, his walls crumbled like tidal waves dissolving castles in the sand.
Pulling himself out of his trance, he opens his eyes and covers your hand with his own, his thumb lightly tracing over your knuckles.
“What is your name?”
Your voice is quiet as you speak, almost as if you are hesitant to reveal yourself.
“Y/N.”
A beautiful name for a beautiful soul.
K’uk’ulkan repeats your name as he grasps your hand and gently raises it to his lips.
For a brief moment, the King catches a flicker of sadness in your eyes, but it vanishes as you conceal it with a small smile.
Little did he know that he is the first person to call you by your real name and touch you with such care in two hundred years.
Not wanting to frighten you, K’uk’ulkan softens his voice as he speaks. “I believe I have something that belongs to you.”
Confusion passes over your face, your brows furrowed and your lips parted in a silent question.
Although he did not know the importance of your necklace, he noticed the rust and scratches that eroded at the delicate metals. The necklace was worn with love, but it was crafted by human hands and not intended to withstand the cruelty of the ocean. With care, he brought the necklace to his jewelers to restore it to its former glory with the addition of two pearls and the revived jasmine pendant in the center.
A sharp gasp escapes your lips as he presents your necklace to you, your eyes wide as they brim with tears.
“May I?” He asks quietly.
You nod and bow your head.
With soft hands, the feathered serpent god leans forward and places it over your head. Once it settles over you, you cradle the pendant and pearls in your palms in awe.
“I thought that this was gone forever,” you whisper as you look up at him, a stray tear streaming down your cheek. “Thank you for bringing it back to me.”
“Nothing is gone forever, only lost until it is found.” K’uk’ulkan cups your face gently, his warm hand brushing away the tears that had fallen down your cheeks.
His heart warms at the sound of your soft laughter and the sight of your smile. How true his words were. In the fifty-two years he had met you, he thought you were a dream, a possible figment of his imagination that his mind created to cope with the growing emptiness in his bones. But you were real. You were the one watching over him when he found the flowers on the seashore and rescued him from the scorching fires that raged across the sea. He vowed to find you, but he had gotten it wrong.
Each time, you were the one to find him.
Looking into your eyes now, he finds himself drowning in them. Dark, deep, and inviting, a silent storm brewing inside of them. The King of Talokan had seen eyes like yours before– eyes that look young, but have seen years of pain, heartbreak, loss, and grief– yet, there was a vulnerability to them. Despite the centuries you carried in your heart, he knew and understood the violence you endured to be this kind.
You thread your fingers with his, your hands locked in a delicate embrace as you begin to pull yourself away from the rocks and swim closer to the waves.
You call his name tenderly, your voice a soft plea. “K’uk’ulkan.”
With a gentle tug on his hand, the feathered serpent god descends into the water.
Come with me.
There is no song to entice him. It is only you.
Long ago, K’uk’ulkan heard tales of a red string of fate that tied two soulmates together from the Far East. Perhaps it is the red string that pulls him closer to you now as you guide him deeper into the water, your hands entwined together, your lips whispering against his and your tail curling around his legs. With your dark eyes and gentle voice, he has no choice but to follow.
Only the bright full moon bears witness to the reunion of the sirena and her feathered serpent king disappearing into the sea.
Translations
Alang cuenta (Kapampangan) - Useless, no meaning
Aswang (Tagalog) - Monster
Potang paintunan mu ku, lumwal ka, talanga ka (Kapampangan) - When you look for me, go outside, look up
Akit me ing bulan a masala karin mikit kata (Kapampangan) - We will see each other when there is a bright moon.
E na ka matakut, e na ku naman migaganaka (Kapampangan) - Do not be afraid, do not worry.
Uling balu ku balang beni mikikit ka king laman ning bulan a masala (Kapampangan) - I know one night we will meet underneath a bright moon.
Na’ (Yucatec Mayan) - Mother
Metnal (Yucatec Mayan) - The Yucatec Mayan term for the Underworld. Not to be confused with Xibalba, “the Place of Fright.”
The Flower Song (Yucatec Mayan) - 1, 2
The Flower Song is originally ancient Maya lyrical poetry from the Songs of Dzitbalche. According to John Curl, the Flower Song was a “rite” to keep a lover that was traditionally sung by a group of women–typically under the supervision of an older woman– and performed under the moonlight. Later parts of the poem mention offering plumeria flowers to create a love potion.
For the purpose of this fic, K’uk’ulkan learned the song from his mother.
X ciih x ciichpan u tz’ u likil yook kaax; tu bin u hopbal tu chumuc can caan tux cu ch’uuytal u zazicunz yookol cab tu lacal kaax chen cici u tal iik u utz’ben booc - The most alluring moon has risen over the forest; it is going to burn suspended in the center of the sky to lighten all the earth, all the woods, all the lights shining on it all.
Pitah nookeex luuz u kaxil a holex ba teneex hee cohiceex uay yokol cabile x zuhuyex x chupalelex hel u - Take off your clothes, let down your hair, become as you were when you arrived here on Earth.
Maryu ka man kabug ning salu mu, saingsing mu panamdaman ku (Kapampangan) - Your chest/heart will feel heavy when we are apart
Parati mu sa’ng tandanan, muran man atiu ya ing bulan (Kapampangan) - Do not forget that the moon will be there when it rains.
For the complete lyrics and song, please refer to the YouTube link here.
#namor x reader#namor x fem!reader#k'uk'ulkan x reader#namor x filipino!reader#namor x filipina!reader#namor x woc!reader#namor x asian!reader#namor imagine#namor x you#the amount of research i poured into this to make sure i did it right- if there are any errors please let me know#please be gentle with your feedback too#I'm sorry for using emojis but i do not know HOW to make a nice banner like some y'all between paragraphs
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PLS PLS CAN YOU DO THAT CHAT THING WITH KAISER, NESS, SAE AND NAGI WHERE READER TEXTS THEM SAYING “your face is so pretty I just wanna sit on it” AND THEIR REACTIONS😍😍
author note: Idk how to use fake sms app so I went for an ol' classic gif reaction.
Michael Kaiser:
-What is he looking at? At his reflex on the mirror obviously.
-A laughter starts to blossom from his chest, already pushed out like a proud rooster.
-He slicks his hair back, blue eyes shining with joy. Michael licks his teeth, perfect as he is. Damn, anybody would like to sit on his face; he is so fucking handsome.
-He picks his phone up ready to message you something along the lines of "C'mere. I'll give you the ride of your life." Michael smirks, proud of coming up with such a hot line(it isn't).
-But the message you sent got deleted.
-His eyes bulge out almost cartoon style. Did he dream about it? Was the message from someone else? Michael checks the other chats, but nobody messaged him.
-He doesn't want to message you about that, he isn't desperate! But a voice in the back of Michael's mind screams at him.
-"?" He sends back. "Did you need something?"
"No, Michael. Thanks for worrying." You reply immediately.
-His heart picks a worryingly fast beat. You replied way too fast. A lightbulb turn on in his head, but the idea he comes up with is pretty risky. Michael feels blood running to his ears when he finally presses send.
-"If you are free wanna come over? I need help choosing the new bed covers."
Alexis Ness:
-He is mind-numbing happy. After all, it is a pretty nice compliment to read from his crush.
-If Alexis had a tail it would be wagging left and right now. A dumb smile is plastered on his face while he keeps looking at his phone.
-"What are you looking at, Ness?" It's Michael's voice calling him back to work, mildly annoyed that the other boy's attention wasn't fully on him.
"Oh- It's nothing, Kaiser! Let's go back to training." Alexis hides his cell phone under the last layer of his gym bag. Michael doesn't dig further for once.
-When Alexis opens his phone back the sun already left his place for the moon. He obviously forgot about your message 'till he reads the new ones.
"Have I crossed any boundary, Alexis? I'm sorry if it happened."
"Please I don't want our friendship to be ruined by this."
His heart sunk to his ass and climbed back into his throat in a matter of seconds.
-Alexis calls you, clearly worried. You pick up fast for Alexis' heart health.
"I'm so sorry I didn't reply sooner! I had practice and I had to go then-" he keeps blabbering "I'll do anything for your forgiveness."
"…Anything Alexis?"
"Yes."
"I wasn't joking when I sent you that message…my or your place?"
"Yours. It will be my pleasure." He says, voice finally calm.
-He wasn't joking.
Sae Itoshi:
-"I must have forgotten the part where I asked your opinion."
-HE IS RUDE.
-Sae knows it is a joke. A stupid one to try to tease him. He may not be the brightest mind, but he understands what you are trying to do.
-He goes back to training like nothing happened. Then he showers and all of sudden Sae has the urge to add another line to the previous message he sent.
-Meanwhile, you replied with a ton of sad emojis and other dumb blabbering Sae's mind doesn't even register.
-"Anyway I prefer to eat it from the back."
Sae smiles thinking he has just sent the king of the comebacks, an earth-shattering line. Soon he gets a reply, that makes his smile drop.
"I must have forgotten the part where I asked about your opinion."
-Maybe you are really made for each other.
Seishiro Nagi:
-What a nice message to receive. Not.
-You are hundreds of kilometres of distance what is supposed to happen? Honestly thinking is tiring him out.
-Seishiri sends you the thumb-up emoji and throws his phone somewhere on his bed, pc already turned on to play the newest game.
-But now a worm dug a hole in his head, making Seishiro thinks about the message and not at his ranking flopping; such a noob behavior.
-He thinks about your soft thighs pressing his ears, your warmth enveloping his face…
-Seishiro facepalms, fingers messaging his temples before brushing away some of his snow white hair strands away from his forehead.
-He doesn't even notice he already dialed your number.
-"Talk dirty."
"What? Muddy pants? Sweaty shirts?"
"Don't play dumb. It's all your fault if I can't concentrate now. And don't let me explain, it's bothersome."
You chuckle at the other end. He can feel the mirth in your voice.
"Sorry angel. You'll have to work if you want the prize."
-He groans in annoyance, head thrown back.
-It seems like Seishiro will have to break his "5 days doing nothing useful" streak.
#bllk x reader#blue lock x reader#bllk headcanons#blue lock headcanons#bllk imagines#blue lock imagines#michael kaiser#michael kaiser x reader#alexis ness#alexis ness x reader#sae itoshi#sae itoshi x reader#sae x reader#nagi seishiro#nagi seishiro x reader#nagi x reader
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i-c-o-n-i-c part 1
pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader | instagram au
summary: what it feels like to be the most iconic yet controversial couple in the paddock.
warning: implied age gap, other than that none.
requested: yes | no - REQUESTS ARE OPEN
a/n: so uhm this is part one, planned to post the whole thing but it came to be too long so i'm separating this into two. Hope you like it!!
yourusername added to their story
(caption: hello, monaco🇲🇨)
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Daily WAG updates Lewis Hamilton's new girlfriend, Y/n L/n, was seen entering the paddock for the Monaco Grand Prix qualifying sessions, three months after confirming their relationship. (photos are from Twitter and y/n's latest story: yourusername)
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user a lewis girl, it's been so long omy!!!🤍
user is it true that she's younger than him
user yes! people say she's only in her early twenties
user i heard she was...
user OH WHAT?
user another one using the drivers for fame 🤮🤮🤮
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lewishamilton Great race today, experienced a few mishaps but everything ended up good. Nice work coming from the team, who's always giving their best. Felt real support and love this weekend. Merci, Monaco 🇲🇨. (28/05/2023)
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yourusername always the greatest ❤️
lewishamilton 😘
user i can't believe she got lewis to use that emoji, so cute!!!
user the support he's missing has arrived
user and he has posted her....
user wanna bet that he'll drop her in a few weeks?
user you do know they've been together for almost a year before going public right?
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yourusername Thank you for the experience, Monaco. See you!
also, lewishamilton can i have your number? 🫣
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lewishamilton nope, sorry ❤️
georgerussell63 no, he's already with me
yourusername oh ok❤️
user not george fighting for lewis 😂
user his smile !!! and that last pic, they're so cute
user don't you guys find it weird that she's closer to george and mick's age, yet she's dating him?
user she's an adult, she knows what she's doing.
user yeah, she knows how to spend his money😒
mercedesamgf1 we can give you his number in exchange for those cookies you brought last time.
yourusername sure!! great, thank you!!😊
user i like how his team likes her with lewis
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Daily WAG updates Y/n L/n spotted shopping around Monte Carlo with Mercedes' Lewis Hamilton (02/06/2023)
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user and there goes his money
user her family is known in the business industry and that y/n herself is a businesswoman, i don't think she needs lewis' money tbh
user what a golddigger at such a young age
user Y/n's so pretty!! i see why lewis is with her
user yeah, she's also very sweet, cause I happen to be there when they were shopping and when I asked lewis for a picture she asked me if she could take it instead!! she also gave me that cookie his team was raving on about
user their age difference still bothers me... he's like 13 years older than her
user but they did say they met when she was 20 so nothing's wrong
user i still think it's too big of an age gap
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lewishamilton Silver in Spain 💥💥 Great work from everyone as always. Congratulations on a good race to georgerussell63 as well. Felt the support and love this weekend as well. Thank you for the team and yourusername❤️ for being there !! Some post race and after party pics (04/06/2023)
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user the heart!!! the heart oooooo!! congrats to lewis and george!!
user the are the it couple!! very very iconic, always serving
yourusername i will always be there for you, my heart
lewishamilton as i to you
user this is so sweet it's making me sick
carlossainz55 now show love to my bucket hat
user the support and motivation y/n gives lewis is phenomenal, she should attend the races so we can see our man be p1 again
user why is she always with lewis?? all she does is pose around the paddock
user uhm because they're together?
user they should really break up at this point. i also can't see lewis settling with someone much younger than him
user are we really still talking about the age gap or you're just saying that to throw hate on y/n??
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Daily WAG updates After being inactive for weeks, Y/n has made her account private. Lewis has yet made a statement after the hate thread the two has been receiving. (28/06/2023)
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user i feel so sad for her, the fact that they had to hide their relationship for almost a year and the time they chose to public you've doubled up on the hate train. ya'll just jealous of her at this point.
user oh no!!! people be calling themselves fans of Lewis but will make his love ones go on private because of your delusional asses.
user FINALLY!!! Now, i just need the announcement that they broke up. it doesn't need to be today, tomorrow, or next week i just need it to happen.
user girl... are you sick?
user no you guys are cause that girl was obviously using lewis and his money for her own gains
user you guys literally bullied the poor girl into hiding.
user i wonder what lewis have to say after all this... i'm deeply sadden by the suddent course of this, nothing like i expected.
user so this is the reason she hasn;t been posting lately... hoping she'll come back when she's ready, i'll miss seeing her posts with lewis they're adorable.
#f1#f1 fanfic#f1 fic#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 x you#formula 1#formula 1 x reader#f1 x oc#f1 fandom#social media au#lewis hamilton#lewis hamilton x reader#lewis hamilton social media au#formula 1 x you#formula 1 x oc#formula one#mercedes amg f1#sir lewis hamilton
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"Darling"
naruto, kakashi, obito(non massacre), hinata, itachi(non massacre), sasuke, sai
Scenario: getting casually called darling by their crush
A/N: pls send in Naruto reqs I'm starving to write stuff, also finally decided to give characters specific emojis LMAO last post i made i randomly gave them emojis 😭 Writing this at 3 AM sorry if it's ass -mod Lilac
TW: none, GN!reader
more under the cut
🌱 Naruto isn't used to romantic affection from people, let alone his crush, so his reaction when you call him "darling" is a huge gaping mouth and stuttering as he tries to process what you said
🌱 "W-wait!! Whuh?! Huhhh?!! Whaddja call me?!"
🌱 Whether it's a joke or not he has a dorky smile after as he laughs, the pet name making him feel warm inside. He probably will try and call you a pet name back afterwards, hoping you'll like it just as much as he did.
🌱 Goes to brag to all his friends the next day. "Hey hey! Guess what?! S/O called me DARLING!!" Nobody really cares too much honestly, they think he's overreacting or even lying.
🌾 A stoic man he is, that Kakashi. Not much can get him flustered, besides reading Icha Icha of course.
🌾 He usually can keep his feelings hidden away from his crush, treating you like any of his other friends, but when you call him darling? Lucky that he's wearing a mask because you'd be able to see the huge blush forming on his face.
🌾 He'd try not to react too much, his eye slightly widening and body tensing up when the word hits him. It felt so... Natural? The pet name came off your tongue so nicely that Kakashi can't help but want to hear it more.
🌾 Wouldn't comment on it, but may bring it up in the future to tease you. Perhaps to get back at them he'll also call you a romantic pet name... Nah, he's too nervous to do that, if he was that bold he'd go and just confess already!
🌺 Like Naruto, Obito is flabbergasted. He's liked you for gods who knows how long and you can just casually call him that while he becomes a mess just hugging you?
🌺 His head whips towards you so quickly as he stares at you with wide eyes. How is he supposed to react to this?! Does this mean you like him...? Did you even mean this romantically in the first place? Do you call other people that too?!
🌺 His mind is running and he just kinda... Stares at you in awe. Don't let him down by telling him it was just a joke when he questions you later, he'll be devastated.
🌺 Obito will try and be confident, calling you an affectionate pet name as well but all that comes out is stuttering.
🌺 "Heheh... I think so too, s... S-sweet... Sw-sweethEART OKIMGOINGTOGONOWBYES/O"
🌻 Goes absolutely red. Hinata already gets embarrassed by little gestures so something like getting called darling is sure to make her pass out!
🌻 Did you really mean that? She hopes so! That small name made her day, and she won't ever forget about it<3
🌻 Of course, she's still too shy to admit her feelings to you. If that was your way of confessing you'd be dumb to not see that she obviously likes you too... You'd probably be dumb to not notice her behavior before, after all Hinata isn't very good at hiding her feelings towards you.
🌻 She wouldn't realize it's a confession of your attraction if that was your motive, so please be more blunt with her.
🌙 If you think he wouldn't remember, he will. Itachi is a romantic individual, though not as much before a relationship. He takes note of everything S/O says, and will try to hint towards his feelings through small actions and words.
🌙 Absolutely loves it. Itachi will think about the pet name, wondering if you'd mind if he called you that as well. Maybe you'd get embarrassed that you're getting a taste of your own medicine? It's not the humiliation part Itachi would enjoy, but he'd love to see your flustered face.
🌙 Doesn't make a huge fuss when you call him darling, probably doesn't even say anything about it, but has a small smile while thinking about it.
🌙 Will begin to also call you pet names!! It depends on how close you are, but if you two are good friends he'll return your affection. You two probably end up having a lot of romantic tension while everybody suffers watching wondering if one of you two will finally confess or not...
🪻 Sasuke loves hates it. Do NOT call him that cheesy warm and gooey shit, he will scoff at you then turn his head away. jk he just has an ego to protect
🪻 Hates how it makes him feel. That disgusting ticklish feeling he gets in his stomach and the heat in his face makes him feel weak and vulnerable, so stop that. This is just as bad as a genjutsu and he doesn't like it one bit!
🪻 In reality though, Sasuke adores being called darling. He's just... Really bad at dealing with affection you know? He doesn't know how to react and the feeling of love is so foreign to him, so his only way of reacting is acting like he hates it in hopes of ridding his feelings. (Spoiler alert:it doesn't help one bit.)
🪻 You can catch him with a soft blush and tiny smirk on his face if you can catch a glance before he turns his head. Quit being such a loser and just accept it, Sasuke!
🪶 This was mentioned in his book, so Sai should act accordingly, right? He'll begin to also call you pet names, and he probably already did before you due to the fact he read a book saying he should...
🪶 Doesn't quite understand the meaning behind the sweet names but he's trying his best
🪶 It makes him happy though, being able to connect with you... Someone he enjoys being around so much, someone who he feels he has a "special" bond with.
🪶It creeps into your twos friendship, and before you know it you two are acting like a married couple with all your affectionate behavior.
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hi lovely :) i have a request for you!!
i’m thinking spencer reid x reader (and platonic!bau team if you don’t mind!!) where reader is having a bit of a rough time with mental health, but is 1 year clean and they have a lil celebration? thank you!!
-🍓 (this is my application for being an emoji anon lmao)
hi, thank you! ♡ fem 1k
cw implied drug use
You're expecting your boyfriend's voice when a hand touches your shoulder, but it's actually Hotch that speaks. "Good morning. Are you feeling alright?"
You meet his furrowed brow with a softer expression. "Morning, Hotch. I'm good, I'm," —you stretch your arms out in front of you in a lie— "just really tired."
"Take it easy today, okay?" You nod quickly. "Okay. And Y/N? Well done."
You enjoy the shoulder squeeze he gives you and hide your abject puzzlement as he heads up the steps to his office, briefcase in hand. It's always nice to be doted on, but what's today?
"Hello," a new voice says, a hand again on your shoulder, ducking down to kiss you behind the ear. Here's your expected boyfriend, Spencer's voice low and spectacularly sweet, "Good morning. You're here early, I haven't even made you coffee."
"That's okay, I can make it."
His arms cross over your chest. He touches you so confidently, his lack of hesitance a great encouragement; it's hard to find room to feel insecure about things when Spencer seems to see no faults in you. Hard, but not impossible.
As though he can sense your rough morning (rough week, rough month), he holds you that second longer than usual, lips like angora silk where they touch to your cheek. "I'll make it, thanks. It's the least you deserve today."
"Right," you say. He strokes your shoulder with his thumb in farewell, leaving you wondering. Today isn't your birthday, you'd probably know if it were.
"Hey, good morning!" Emily says as she arrives, thrusting her bag and her travel mug onto her desk before she descends on you.
It's her hug that breaks the camel's back, so to speak. You give her hands an absent minded hold but pull back in her embrace. "Emily," you say, frowning at her, "what's so special about today?"
She blinks like she's worried to tell you, but she gets it together and hugs you again. "You're one year clean today. Everybody's so proud of you," she says quietly.
You almost bite the tip of your tongue off. "How do you know that?" you ask. The thing about staying clean is that it haunts you until it doesn't. Some people can't ever beat it, and some people can. It's been a huge struggle for you, but eventually relapsing stopped feeling like an option, especially while you've been with Spencer. You can't do anything to jeopardise your safety while you're with him, you just can't. (That doesn't mean you haven't desperately wanted to.)
"Well, I knew it would've been around now, but Spencer sent us a memo. Nothing too detailed, you know, but we all…" She smiles at you wryly. "We care about you so much, and we didn't get it right with Spencer."
No, they didn't. Spencer didn't get half the support he deserved, so he's making sure you do.
There's something of a mental block in you that doesn't allow you to cry, but this shakes you roughly. Emily gives you a sorry smile and a last quick hug, apologising that she has to go and speak to Hotch before the work day officially begins. You lean back in your chair and click dazedly on an email from Penelope detailing how deeply loved you are and wondering if you'd like to go shopping. I know today might be really hard, so if you need me you know where I am. Love Pen.
"You okay?" Spencer asks, placing your coffee in front of you on the desk.
"Come and sit with me for a bit."
You don't sound like you're asking, but you are. Spencer hears the need in your demand and immediately grabs his chair to sit next to you. You're surprised he didn't squat.
You turn your face, lay your cheek on the short back of the chair uncomfortably, and take him in. He looks great these days, the memory of a young man firmly buried beneath a well-fitting suit, a cropping of facial hair, and the subtle, lean lines of muscle especially evident as he sits back to copy you, curls falling into his eyes. "You told everyone about my anniversary."
"Your accomplishment," he corrects quietly. "I did."
"I do want them to know, just… I feel a bit raw." You hardly remembered yourself, though you knew it was soon.
Spencer takes your hand, pulling the joined pair between his knees. "It's something to be extremely proud of. And there's nothing wrong with celebrating it."
"It's embarrassing–"
"It isn't." He sits up as someone comes closer and you follow suit. This is a complicated conversation and your simple intimacies are necessary but inappropriate in the workplace. "I'm sure there are a ton of people who find sobriety embarrassing, but those are all people who don't know what it feels like to have to do it. We," —his voice softens— "do. I know exactly how it feels, and I know exactly how you've been feeling lately, so I'm proud of you and everyone else should be too."
"How I've been feeling lately?" you ask.
"Come on." Spencer stands and takes your face into his hands. One is warmer than the other, and he uses it to stroke the baby hair's at your ear very gently. "You do a really good job at hiding how you feel, but you can't hide from me."
"I'm not trying to."
"Good," he says, leaning down to kiss you. A soft, brisk connection. "I love you."
"Not as much as I do, loverboy!" Morgan says as he arrives, giving Spencer a little nudge as he needles his arms behind your back and kisses your cheek.
"You're squeezing me."
"Have I told you lately how much I love you?" Morgan asks, squeezing your harder.
"Morgan, she knows you know."
"Know what?"
"You didn't see the memo?" Spencer asks.
"What memo?" Morgan grins at you with pearly white teeth and scrubs at your shoulders until you're squirming at the pressure. It's nice. "Looking good, gorgeous."
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Can you write Mike Taking readers virginity or mutual masterbation where he is more dominant and a lot of praise pleaseee
YESSSS, I'll do both my lovely anon💞! (Also if u want to be a certain emoji type of anon u can put "-Anon🦈" or smth like that)
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☆ Double Night Guards ☆
Synopsis: You were both hired to watched an old run down pizzeria, while Mike and you only had subtle interactions he still thought it count. You would mostly clean the place up here and there, while Mike stayed back in the office watching the camera's, if he wanted to do this he would have to do it quick before you came back...
Tw: mutual pining, mutual masterbation, dirty talk, foul language, LOTS of praise, virginity loss (reader), manhandiling, Dacryphilia, dumbification, mentions of pregnancy, creampies, slow burn-ish, somniphilia, hair pulling, body worship, pet names, full Nelson, smut n' flufff, and nice after care.
A/n: Also I'm sorry other anon my bsf typed 'sure' on it and posted it but I couldn't get it back but I hope it was similar to this... :((
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You were both hired about a week ago, you still haven't gotten used to your new sleep schedule but you did manage to get up. Only a few minutes late.
Surprised that you woke up early today, you had gotten ready eaten breakfast and drove off for work.
It was obvious you were going to be getting there earlier than Mike, so you decided to look around the pizzeria for some cleaning utilities. You did find them in a closet near the end of the hall.
You grabbed what you needed and got to work, starting in the bathrooms would be a bad idea so you decided to stroll near the front of the run down restaurant.
It took you about 10 minutes to move all of the furniture, stacking the children chairs in a corner and pick up the loose trash off of the dirty carpets.
You had music blasting and hadn't noticed Mike had entered through the double glass doors. He was nervously standing there not knowing what to do, he decided to tap on your shoulder.
That quite obviously scared the living shit out of you, whipping your body around and your shirt and vest hiked up your body a bit.
You had giggled lightly and picked up remaining trash beind you on the danty carpet, you heard Mike shift a little bit behind you. Weird...
"Scared the fuck out of me, Mike!" You laughed out
He rested his right hand behind the nape of his neck while awkwardly stuttering.
"Uhh, I-I'll just g-go to the, uhm.." Mike was clearly struggling
"Office?"
"Yeah, that.."
You told him that you wanted to stay out here and clean around the place because of how gross it was and how it was making your dust allergy kick in.
Mike just nodded in response and walked swiftly away to the shared office you both had, he was kind of relieved that you weren't watching cameras.
He would get the worst aching boner because of you. Mike would become so desperate that he would be clenching the armrests of his chair.
Besides that he was not as overwhelmed as much, that was good, he just sat there and watched the cameras. Checking on the animatronics and something else...
Job wise, you and him were good colleagues. You both have respect for each other and respect boundaries. But he wanted to cross the line, he wanted to see how far you could go without overdoing it.
Mike would have to shift himself in his pants everytime you would bend over to grab something. You broke something in him, he was getting needier the more you both came to work.
You had just finished cleaning the dining area and moved onto the stage where the main 3 were. Opening the curtains manually and shining your flashlight in to see what you were working with.
That didn't matter to Mike, what mattered was how you looked when you had the bottom half of your body hanging off the edge of the duty stage while the top was laying down trying to dust best as possible without stepping onto the stage.
That's when he broke, in that exact moment. 'What if- I could be quick, right, she won't know..' Mike told himself.
He focused onto the old beat up camera screen while palming himself through his jeans, he used the back of his other hand to muffle his deep groans that came out of him.
Mike was extremely focused on you, he unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants and boxers to the end of his thigh. Precum was dripping mini droplets from the slit on the top of his pretty red tip.
He slowly started to palm himself, making sure not to be to loud, Mike took his time and played with his slit and continued to lather precum on his whole length.
Mike ruffled his hair back while he picked his pace up a bit, he let his head hang back while he lolled his tongue out a little. (Futureman reference)
He nearly came when he saw that you had dropped something under a table and had to get on all fours to try and reach for it. Your ass sticking out from behind you.
Mike whimpered from the way you moved, you had taken your vest off and had a black tank top on that made your tits almost spill out when you walked.
He thrusted into his hand and started to moan a little but not to loud, as he was cautious so you wouldn't find out.
Mike's cock was twitching, that was telling him that he was getting closer to his release.
"Fuckkk, {Y/n}-" he groaned
Then the coil in him snapped apart, he came. There's was a lot rolling down his knuckles, his bare thighs, and some splatters got onto the camera screens.
His chest was heaving heavily, soft whispers of your name could be heard from his mouth. Mike reached for his tissues and cleaned himself along with whatever was hit.
Right after Mike threw the last of the mess away into the trash, you entered the room. Also breathing heavily, from the cleaning of course. He fixed his clothing and sat back down onto the chair, manspreading.
This man did wonders on you, but he was so oblivious that it was cute. But when he did that pose. Oh it went straight down to your core, making your walls flutter with excitement.
But you couldn't just take your bottom of right there and spread your legs open and start fingering yourself while playing with your-
You just couldn't, you didn't even know him like that. So you just had to wait, the last of the 4 hours of your shift. Tonight was going to be long..
You would both awkwardly stand there and not utter a word, you noticed that Mike had extremely heavy eyebags.
"Hey, if your tired, you could sleep..I could take over.." you uttered cautiously
His eyes lit up, he nodded a yes and moved to where you were sitting and switched spots. Throwing yourself onto the office chair.
Looking at the cameras seeing that nothing was wrong, you peered over your shoulder to see a beautiful man sleeping before you. I mean, you could?
"Fuck it.." you mumbled barely over a whisper
You didn't want to take all of your clothes off so you came up with a better plan.
While slipping your hand into your pants, teasing yourself through your panties. Glancing from the old cameras to Mike's sleeping body.
You used your hand to grip the armrest part of the chair, getting a bit frustrating. You slipped your delicate fingers past your panties.
Circling your clit and picking up your slick from your needy hole to lather over your throbbing clit. You let out a huff but quickly silenced yourself once you saw that Mike started to stir.
But that didn't mean you were stopping, putting more pressure onto your clit made you gasp. That wasn't even enough.
You picked your pace up and started to slip two fingers into your gaping hole, the silence was loud only to be interrupted by the slick noises of your throbbing cunt.
"Shiiiit- Mike-" you loudly whispered
You started to finger yourself faster and used your palm to rub your clit. This got you closer, making you let out little ah ah ah's every time you slipped in and out.
That's when you burst, your thighs were shaky and your cum was covering your panties and hand. You got up quietly and rushed to the bathroom to wash your hands. And you came back to continue your shift.
And soon it reached 6 AM, you gently woke Mike up.
"What is it?" He groggliy asked
He must've forgotten we were at work.. you thought
"Mike, our shift just ended, we can go home now." You told while putting your jacket on and gathering your belongings.
He mouthed an oh and got up to grab his stuff. You both got out of the pizzeria and Mike locked up, that was because you couldn't trust yourself with keys whatsoever.
You lived a few houses down from Mike which wasn't bad, if him needed anything he would probably come to you first.
Before Mike got into his car you called his name.
"Hey, uhh, do you want to come over for dinner tomorrow night? I was told that we don't have a shift until next week.." you shyly asked
"Uhm, yeah!"
"Oh, also, you can bring Abby!" You happily smiled at him before getting into your car.
And with that, you drove off back to your house. Heart beating rapidly from inviting your coworker over to your house for dinner.
You had no idea what to cook, but then it hit you. You've babysat Abby before, and you knew what food she liked the most. Spaghetti and pizza.
So you got to work, you obviously made the pizza a day before because making homemade pizza dough takes hours to rise. So you didn't want to rush anything.
After an hour or so, you had left the dough in a bowl with plastic wrap on the top to let it rise. And so with that, you went to take a nap.
You woke up around 4 PM, you kind of forgot what time to tell Mike to come over. So you called him.
Ring!
Ring!
Ring!
He finally answered and asked who this was.
"Hey, it's {Y/n} I forgot to tell you what time to come, for, you know, dinner.."
"Anyway, I was thinking 5:30?" You continued
His side of the line went a bit silent.
"Yeah, sounds great. Me and Abby will be there in awhile.." his raspy voice coughed out
You both said your goodbyes and you went straight to the kitchen. Having to make the spaghetti, doesn't seem hard. So you finished that within an hour and set the table as best you could.
You waited in the living room until you heard a knock on your door. Must be them! You thought.
You shuffled to put a jacket on while stumbling to the foyer. You fixed your hair a bit and opened the door.
"Heyy, come on in you guys!" You warmly smiled at Abby and Mike.
Abby rushed in and hugged you by your waist, you happily sighed and hugged her back. Mike just awkwardly stood there and waited.
You let Abby go and took Mike's hand to lead him through your house while Abby let herself in and excitedly explored.
Mike reminded her not to be as nosy at home and not to break anything. You giggled a little from the sibling interactions that they had.
Once all three of you got into your kitchen you showed them to the made dining table. You never saw Abby so happy, she sat down and beckoned for you and Mike to come over.
You both sat down and made plates, after about an hour. Abby was sitting on the living room floor while she watched TV. You and Mike were observing from afar.
"She's so cute, I wish I had my own kid.." you sighed
Out of the corner of your eye you saw Mike flush a tint of red on his cheeks, while scratching the nape of his neck.
Don't say it. Don't say it. He told himself.
"Well, what if...what if I gave you one?" He stuttered a bit but had some confidence in him.
Your eyes widened but soon turned into a soft smile.
"I would love that, Mike.." you said while resting your arms on his shoulders
"Oh!" His voice was above a whisper
You gave him a quick kiss on the lips and walked toward Abby. Leaving Mike all hot and bothered.
"Hey Abs, do you have school tomorrow?" You kindly asked while resting your hands on your knees.
She shook her head.
"I was thinking, what would you think of a sleep over at my house tonight?" You told her
She jumped up and hugged you while thanking you and asking where she would sleep.
You lead her to a guest room and let her choose a pillow and blanket to use, she smiled and got her bed ready.
"If you want, you can continue watching TV until 12 PM." You smiled
She thanked you again and ran off down stairs. Leaving you and Mike alone, you had brought him to your room.
"So, about that baby you were going to give me..." you inquired
He turned beet red, reenacting what he had said to you earlier. Mike's expression softened and he sat on the edge of your bed while holding your left hip and your cheek.
Mike nodded and pulled you into a kiss, it was sloppy but needy. He pulled you onto his lap and pulled on your hair so it made him look down at you.
You moaned into his mouth from the pressure, he smiled against your lips. Moving down to your neck leaving hickeys where he wanted them. Mike obviously made sure to lock your bedroom door before he sat down.
Mike tugged at the hem of your shirt, pulling it over you head showing that you hadn't worn any sort of bra, he whimpered at the sight of you bare.
Just for him, his good girl. And his only good girl.
Mike attached his wet lips to one of your plump breast. He sucked and gave it kitten licks. His actions as of now made your head roll back as you started to roll your hips on his clothed dick.
He bit lightly onto your harden nipple to see your reaction and oh did he get one. You pushed Mike's head further into your chest, unlocking something in him.
He sucked a little harder and thrusted his hips up to meet your low grinding. Groaning into your breasts sending sensational waves through you.
Mike could spend hours touching your tits, just squishing them or giving them little kisses is his go to when he's with you almost all the time.
As of right now, all he wanted to do was give you pleasure and so he did. Mike looked up at you through his half lidded eyes and licked a strip from the bottom to the top of your boobs.
Throwing your head back and babbling incoherent words under your breath.
"Mikey, please! I need it, right now! Please, I'll be a good girl!"
He loved the little nickname Mikey. It sends butterflies straight to his stomach, wanting- needing you.
That was it, he couldn't take it anymore. He struggled a little to get all of his clothing items off but he was soon bare and he ripped your shorts and panties along with one swift movement of his hands.
Mike loved how you were wet for him, making his cock's tip was already leaking with his pretty precum.
Giving himself a few strokes making him twitch in his own hand. Mike let go and positioned you so your head was on a pillow and put another pillow under your lower back.
"Alright baby, are you ready? It might hurt, its okay." Mike whispered beautiful nothings into your ear.
"Gonna start with the tip, okay darlin'?" Fuck, he was doing a number on you with his voice.
Mike swiped his cock head along your folds, making you huff out in sexual frustration.
"Deep breath in..." he muttered loud enough for you to understand before slowly rutting his tip into you.
The head was tugging on your cunt, his praise made your pussy to become slick with your juices.
"I'm gonna go slow, okay my love?" You only nodded in response and waited
It was abrupt, it stung but it felt so fucking good. Mike had only made it a little bit more than halfway before you started to nudge closer to him so he could bottom out.
"Aww, little whore wants more? I'll give you more you fucking slut-" he grunted while thrusting his hips into you entirely.
Arching your back off of the bed and nearly loosing your eyesight from rolling your eyes to the back of your head. Mike chuckled lightly while slowly rolling his hips, in and out of your sopping cunt.
"Thought you wanted it sweetheart?" He teased
He grabbed the back of your thighs and pushed them a little, getting the perfect view of how your needy pussy was taking him. Mike soon lifted your right leg onto his shoulder while the other planted into the mattress.
Mike picked his pace up a bit and started to feel a knot forming in his stomach, as he moved faster and faster until he couldn't move any faster. He grew bored of the position you were in so he gripped the back sides of both of your thighs and moved up and rested your knees on either side of your head.
Eye widening that you were capable of folding like that, not complaining. He continued to fuck his cock into your puffy cunt. You tightened your walls around him.
"Fuucckkk, this pussy is just milkin' me isn't it?" He grunted
You were close, it was obvious because you let little ah's out and your breathing became uneven. Your thighs were trembling a little.
"Gonna be a good girl and let me cum in you?" His grunts became his breath sharpening through his gritted teeth.
You nodded aggressively, giving him the go. It only took a few more pumps until you clenched around him, having your eyes roll back while whispering his name incoherently.
Mike came right after, filling your pretty pussy with his hot seed. He pulled out and saw how your cunt clenched around nothing and his cum spilling out.
He sighed and got up to the connected bathroom of your room and got a damp towel to clean you both up before he gathered a new pair of clothing and dressed you and himself.
Cuddling up, spooning you and letting out a satisfied sigh.
"Did s' good for me, princess.." he mumbled while nearly drifting off.
Rubbing small circles on your shoulder.
"I love you {Y/n}, I always have." Mike gave a quick kiss on your cheek before dozing off while warmly wrapping around you like a love letter.
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I'm so sorry if this is half assed. This is one of the longest fics I've ever written. School just sucks and I type on my phone for writing (I don't have a laptop lmao). Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this, love you pooksters 🫶💤 (I'll prob work on the other fics in a later time. Sorry my luvs💞)
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Unexpected Affection
Kafka, Stelle,Blade x GN!Reader
Summary: They never really showed this level of affection before...
Notes: 🗿 just gonna cram this in so those two people that unfollowed me come back. Had a werid urge to cram asuka in here he looks like one of those little fluff dogs, dude.
Warnings: suggestive humor and scenes, betrayed audience (IM SORRY 🙇♀️🙇♀️),Barely proofread
She's always showing you affection
Touching your hand if you were to sit across from her. Offering to carry you home if too tired. She's very happy to do things for you!
You think her being like this is almost her way of repaying you for being patient while she's out stellaron hunting
She'd text you whenever she was free she'd love seeing how fast you'd respond. "The missions taking a while, I'm sorry if I'm late" you'd type almost immediately after she sent that "don't worry about it! Stay safe." With a small thumbs up emoji afterword. Her heart melts, you can't be this cute.
She loves greeting you by getting home first and sitting down on the couch. "Long time no see~" "Kafka..." the way you say her name she wishes to record it. Your greeting smile and small sweets you prepare for her always make her warm up a bit.
"How did you know I was coming back?" She'd lean into the hug rubbing your arms with her thumb. "I don't so when you don't come back I just kinda eat those alone-" She takes a bag of those snacks with her now, how could you say something like that with a smile on your face-
The longest time she's been out was two months barely being able to text you. So as soon as the mission was done, she excused herself. Waiting for you to come home so she could great you.
"Kaf-" You couldn't even finish your sentence before she kissed you suddenly, holding your hands pinning one to the wall. She kisses you with an eagerness, almost a need for you. You pull away to catch your breath, she'd fail to hide her want for more almost hearts in her eyes. She goes back in holding your waist as she enjoys the long kisses in between short gasps for air. She'll get her fix of you,slipping her toungue in feeling yours squirm everytime they touch, she really can't get enough of you only backing off when she felt shes had enough. "I prepared dinner for us" she wraps her arms around your shoulders, leading you to the dining table completely decorated.
She pulls out a chair for you as you sit down with her and catch up. "So how was the stellaron?" "Alot more active than usual took too much work" a sigh escapes her lips. You two continue to chatter on while eating.
As soon as you two finish eating, she helps you clean up. She can't take your hands off you while you wash dishes. She slowly rock your waist to sync with her movements. She takes off her gloves to touch your face. "As unprovoked as ever" she mumbles leaning into you "Why yes it takes alot of focus to wash dishes" she smiles at the joke leaning in to kiss you "Why yes the dishes are quite a vicious foe"
She just likes being near you. You smell nice...also you're able to keep her from turning into the local raccoon.
you would catch her looking at trash, always somehow be there to pull her away last second. "Come on, Stelle!" You drag her away.
She'd like to place small kisses on your cheek whenever you're not paying attention. She almost did this infront of the star rail crew. "The next planet..." You grab her face, holding her there. "heard that place is hotter than 12 volcano" March and Dan Heng would kinda continue to convo with her kinda stuck there
She can't sleep without you nearby. She's like the demon in the dark you run up the stairs from. She'd just stand there in the doorway as the light kinda makes her look like a shadow. "Uhhh Stelle" "..." you're barely awake yet you could tell it was her. You tsk before lifting your blanket lazily. "Come here" she nearly runs into bed with you cuddling into you. "You need a night light...maybe I'll take one from March" you pat her head as she scoots closer to you.
You had a maid run up to you shrieking about someone jumping out of a closet. "I'll go check it out miss I'll contact you if you it's anything serious" you go to check the room walking in and closing the door. You hear something in the closet and peak in only to have the doors fly open, Stelle almost jumping out trying to stop herself realizing who it was. "So you jump scared the room service lady" she nods "....wanna try that on sampo?"
She gets caught up in boxing and actively shows off how good she is. She always looks for you in the audience and shows off her win. "Congrats Stelle, but put him down!"
She won't admit it but she maybe maybe- likes pda. Maybe she does like holding your hand in public or the thought of you kissing her without a care. You'll never get her to say it tho. She just brushes her fingers on yours, occasionally hoping you'd hold onto her hand.
You found her in a trash can as usual but this time one on her head. You looked at her flabbergasted. "Stelle- get that off of your-" you were interrupted by her pulling it up and kiss you. Her tongue slipping in a bit, lowering the trash can down for a bit of privacy. You pull away, "Stelle what the-" she kisses you again before you pull her off gently "wait till we're on the express k?" You blush softly. She pounts a bit but still waits pulling the trashcan lower.
Turns out she forgot when you got back to the express a few days later when she does remmber tho she nearly runs at you slamming your door. "Eh what?" You rub your eyes seeing the raccoon in all of her glory "Stelle?" Your eyes a bit hazy yet you could still tell it was her, she nearly jumps on you immediately taking off her jacket. "Youre always up to something-" she cuts you off putting a finger to your mouth "shush" she smirks teasingly "been waiting for this for a long while now~" her voice is so calm yet you could almost feel mischief radiating off of her.
She kisses you for a long while, only pulling away to catch her breath quickly going back to it moments later. She didn't even care when March came knocking, wondering where she was. If anything, she just became more passionate. She adores your little tired noises every time she does something to fluster you. The infamous rubbing circles in your back always managed to get an embrassed squeak out of you. As soon as you pull her off breathing heavily, she'll notice just how flustered she made you. Her job was complete staying with you that night so she could do it all again in the morning.
He isn't too open even when in a relationship
You know he loves you he just doesn't say it outloud. You usually have to make moves and he'd slowly respond to those things, he's almost confused. "You're so stiff" you hug him from behind "as stiff as a board~" leaning into him a bit. As you hug him he's not really sure what to do. Does he hug back backward? Does he turn around and hug you? Does he just embrace it? So may questions running through a very straight faced man
The quickest way you flustered him is when you ask about the future while laying your head on his lap. "Blade... you think you might settle down with me when there's no longer stellarons to hunt." He didn't move, but it was clear to see the blush on his face. As he softly pats your head, you could almost hear him mumble a "I want to..."
He offen tries to sneakily hold your hand. "Oh?" He would stay straight faced, holding your hand behind your backs. Gripping your hand a bit tighter sometimes. "Is this your way of being flustered?" "No" he'd squeeze your hand. "Uh huh"
He wants you to braid his hair. He'd sit down with his back facing you, and you'd be so confused. When you finally offered, you could tell he almost ran but didn't wanna embrass himself. "Alright, sit -" he sits with his back turned to you in the same spot as usual. "Oh...so THAT'S what you meant." "What did you think I mean?" "That you were mad at me. " "...." he got his hair braided but still sensed undying guilt
He'd be so confused if you bought him any sort of gift. He's grateful, but... how to use it. "Blade...it's a fake flower, and when ya open it!" You carefully twist off the bud. "It's a chapstick!" He looks down at it, then back at you,"are my lips that crusty. " "No! No! I just got it cause I thought you wanted one! Always notice you staring at mine when I use it" he doesn't tell you, but he's been wondering about indirect kissing via chapstick.
All this thinking of kissing is gonna get in the way of stellron hunting it's too the point Kafka picks up on it and starts teasing him. "Bladie~, you seem flustered." "..." she smirks. "Is it that cute person you're dating!" He's pink trying to hide it, but he's blushing just thinking of you. "Your little play thing surprised you haven't given up on revenge just to stay with them longer." she walks in circles around him, annoying him but fluttering him none the less
He caught you asleep while waiting for him, so he tried to sneak into your arms without waking you. He'd fail...horrendously. you'd feel soft breaths and your arms going around a figure patting your head as you slept. Jokes on him, after you caught him doing this for a multitude of times, you just decided to pretend not to wake. Hopefully, making him feel like he's getting better at this.
He hides his cravings to wanna kiss you, but when he wants them, it's so odvious. He stays around you more often with almost no room for air, his frown deepening and eyes softening almost as if softly begging for something.
When he finally acted on this urge, it was only when you figured it out, kissing his cheek as he turned into a blushing mess. "Oh ho~, it seems someone got a bit excited for that," you smirk teasingly, hugging him. "Did you want one of these too?" His breath was heavy, his hair covering some of his face, but you could tell you had him on the ropes. Suddenly, he cups your face and leans in hesitantly before kissing you, slowly getting more passionate as he grips the clothes near your waist. You softly laugh at this, hearing him scoff, taking this chance you kiss him again in a slightly teasing way as he fully embraces your affection. He gets more egar gripping your clothes a bit tighter as his small kisses turn into deep, long ones with short gaps for air. He'd look so ashamed whenever he pulled away for breath. "If you're tired, we could save it for later." You smirk teasingly. "...just one more," you kiss his cheek. "..." You smirk, kissing his lips. "You're cute whenever you want something, you know"
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cold nights // part twenty-eight
summary: you were back in the capitol, and you would be damned if you didn't try your hardest to make it worthwhile.
pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader
wc: 3.3k
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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness, also she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.
a/n: ahh hiii sorry i went ghost on yall i have been BOOKED and i am so sick and just,,, yeah. life is catching up to me omg
my asks are also open to talk about this series! (i do have emoji anons open now too!)
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Coryo must have been running a few minutes late today, since he hasn't come to get you from your class yet. It was eating into your lunch, which you didn't mind, but still- it was outside of your very structured routine.
Looking down the now almost empty halls, books held against your chest as you wait for your boyfriend.
'Boyfriend'.
The term still felt weird, but you can't help the giddy feeling that manifests into a small smile on your face as butterflies flutter their way into your chest. Still, though, there was no sign of this boyfriend of yours.
"Y/N, hello." Your name pulls you out of the internal mantra, and you look up to its source; a boy who had just walked out of your class after staying back to speak to the professor. He had short hair, styled up the same way Coryo's was day to day now- but it wasn't nearly as blonde. This boy has kind eyes, and it relaxes you from the unexpected interaction.
"Hi there." You smile at the boy, trying to hide how furiously you're searching your head for his name. In classes of forty to fifty students, it was difficult for you to remember especially when you'd only heard their names once and never spoken to essentially all of them. "I'm so sorry," You say to the boy, smile shifting to apologetic. "You'll have to remind me of your name."
"Hilarius." He tells you, and seems to take it in stride.
"Yes! Oh, of course. My apologies." You laugh slightly, a force of habit pushing your hand out to shake his.
He grins as he takes it. "No worries." He adjusts his bag over his shoulder, looking past you and down the halls. "Are... are you waiting for someone?"
"Yes," You nod, and the confusion surrounding why you were just standing there clears from his features. "Coriolanus."
"Ah." Hilarius nods.
"Do you know him?" You ask, having that be your go-to for small talk with your new peers. So far, it's worked well. No one you've had the chance to speak to yet has said no.
"Yeah, yeah. I do." He rubs his jaw as he answers. "We've never been close, but we went to school together. He's in one of my classes now, actually."
"Really?" You smile. "Which one?"
"Poli sci."
"Oh, nice! That's his major. He knows an awful lot about it already- if there's any group projects he's definitely someone you would want working with you." You gush, adjusting your hold on your books.
"Yeah, he's pretty smart." Hilarius agrees.
"Have you decided on your major yet?" You ask. "Political science and English is a wide net to cast."
He shrugs. "Kind of, I don't know. My parents want me to go into business or politics, but I don't think that's what I want."
"The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream." You hum. "I think you should pursue what you want. Not what they tell you you should."
He tilts his head at you, a confused smile on his face. "You do really speak that way, don't you?"
"Well, yes." You laugh.
"I'll be honest, I thought you were playing us all for fools to try and get people to like you."
"Oh, no. I am not smart enough for a ruse like that." You giggle, shaking your head.
"Sure you are." He laughs. "I mean clearly, you are."
"I promise that's not it at all." You assure him quickly.
"Yeah, yeah I know that." He gives you a calm smile. "Hey, do you... do you have time before your next class? I have a little bit if you want to grab lunch together."
"I do, but I usually eat with Coryo." You explain, but he was fifteen minutes late by now. Maybe if you just went to the courtyard he would meet you there. "But we always eat in the courtyard between the buildings, so if we go there I'm sure he'll know where to find us."
"Then lead the way." Your new friend nods to you and you smile, heading off down the hall in the direction of the exit.
Coryo rushes out of his lecture hall as soon as they're done. How the professor had so little care for holding them back an extra twenty minutes just to "wrap up" on a lecture concept was unbelievable to him. Other people had other classes, and he had to get to you.
When he makes it to your building and your class, he assumes your professor must have done the same thing when he doesn't see you in the hall. Peeking into the classroom, he doesn't have the time to be relieved since another class has already started and you are not sitting there listening. He takes a step back and looks around, thoroughly confused.
Where did she go?
He doesn't know if you're comfortable enough here to be wandering off on your own, but you must be. Or you were with someone. Likely Sejanus, if you were to go off with anyone, but as far as Coryo knew Sejanus was in a class across campus right now. Or he was at least supposed to be.
Immediately he picks up his pace stalking through the halls. After ten minutes, it's clear you were nowhere in the building. He even ran the risk of checking the women's bathrooms after his second lap, scared that maybe you were sick or hurt. But no, you were just gone.
Okay, Coriolanus- think realistically about this. Maybe she just went to wait at our usual lunch spot.
That had to be it, so cursing himself for wasting more time, he heads outside.
Sure enough, he was right. He just wishes he had thought of that sooner- especially when he had neglected the possibility that you had been kidnapped.
"I do love it here, I really do." You smile, trying to be convincing enough to your new friend. "Of course, there is always so much to learn! I'm just really grateful for the opportunity." You say, covering your mouth with your palm as you speak and chew at the same time.
"Come on, Y/N. You can be honest with me." Hilarius says, raising an eyebrow at you. "That sounded extremely scripted. There aren't peacekeepers holding a gun to your head, so... just be honest."
You laugh nervously, looking around. "Okay... I mean, it's fine. I'm comfortable, and I love Coryo and everything don't get me wrong!" You defend quickly, and he just nods. "But... I miss my family and my friends, the music, the food... just, it's really not the same."
"I can imagine." He nods sympathetically.
"Here," You offer him your container of fruit in an effort to soften the subject. "Take some, it's far too much for me."
"Thank you." He agrees politely, taking a raspberry from the mix and popping it into his mouth.
"Please, though, don't tell anyone. I did that whole interview convincing everyone that I was happier than ever here and I just don't want to start any trouble."
"You have my word." Hilarius nods, holding out his pinky to you which you accept with a smile.
"Can I tell you a secret?" He says quietly, and you nod while you grab another strawberry from the glass in your lap.
"You kind of owe me one, now." You tease.
He laughs, but his smile fades quickly. "I feel like... Everyone here loves the games, but I hate them." He admits, taking you by surprise. "I want you to know that I think it's absolutely cruel. I mean, little Wovey... She was just the sweetest and- and I feel so guilty about it all. I wish I got to choose whether or not I wanted to mentor."
You nod, swallowing back the rest of the fruit in your mouth. Suddenly, the sweetness makes you nauseous. "She was." You agree quietly, closing your eyes for a moment and preparing for yet another distressing conversation. "I am sorry I couldn't save her."
"Don't be." He corrects you quickly, a worried expression greeting you when you looked at him again. "That's not what I meant, there was nothing more you could have done. You were a friend to her, she really liked you. She had someone, that's the best either of us could offer."
You nod slightly, chewing instead into your lip and leaving your lunch abandoned. "I-I..." You take a shaky breath. "If I could go back, I would have protected her more. She should have won." You choke your way through the statement, eyes burning from holding back tears. Every time you have one of these conversations it feels like you think someone else should have won. Never you.
"Don't cry, please don't cry." He pleads, placing a hand on your shoulder and you freeze under his touch.
"Don't, please." You say quietly, gently shaking off his hand. You couldn't be touched right now, but how was he to know that? This wasn't his fault.
"I'm sorry." Hilarius says, eyes wide as he watches you. "I didn't think, I shouldn't have said anything but I-"
"What the hell did you say to her?!" Your boyfriend's voice is the next one that rings in your ears, you look up to your right to see him walking over quickly, and Hilarius shuffles to get up.
"Nothing! Nothing, I- I don't know." He defends quickly. "I didn't mean to upset her, honestly."
Then Coryo is crouching in front of you, waving a hand in front of your face. "Hey, you're okay." He says softly, offering you a worried smile. "I've got you, alright?"
You nod a little bit, moving your things away from yourself with trembling hands. "I know."
"Is she okay?" Hilarius asks and you nod again, trying to smile in his direction.
"No. Get out of here, Heavensbee. I'll clean up your mess." Coryo spits at him, and he apologizes again quickly before grabbing his bag and disappearing across the grass.
"Coryo, he didn't-"
"Don't worry about it, love." Coryo smiles at you, suddenly less angry than he was a moment ago. "Just take some deep breaths for me, can you do that?"
"I-I'm fine." You breathe out, chest rising and falling quickly.
"Yeah, you're doing great." Coryo smiles, looking around quickly before adjusting so he's kneeling just in front of you. "Tell me about your readings. Anything good today?" He asks, already knowing the answer.
"I'm glad I went back to class today." You say cheerily as you climb into the car, your boyfriend right on your heels.
"Yes, I am too." He says as you buckle up in the middle seat and he closes the door before getting comfortable next to you. "You're getting so much better."
You nod, looking out through the tinted windows as the car begins to move into traffic. You weren't sure if "better" was the correct term- it didn't sit right with you. You weren't sick, not that you thought, anyway, but maybe he was right. The mention of the other tributes' names would have had you on your knees a matter of months ago; you would have been down for the count for days. Still, though, it felt unsettling to hear it said like that.
If getting better meant not being as hurt by their deaths, maybe it's best if you never recover.
"Hey, are you hungry?" He asks after a moment, watching your eyes glaze over as you stare across him and out the window at all the other young people walking by. "I was thinking we could go try that ice cream place I was telling you about on the train."
You blink away the disassociation, smiling up at him instead. "Yes, that sounds lovely."
"What kind do you think you'll get?" You ask, leaning into Coryo's side as you approach the shop. It was late afternoon, so it was a little busy, but really not all that bad. Crowds bothered you less and less, these days.
"I'm not sure." He replies. "Probably like... vanilla."
"Vanilla?" You giggle. "That's so boring! You said they have every flavour imaginable, and you're settling for vanilla?"
"Okay, well, what do you suggest?" He chuckles, pulling the door open for you as you step through.
"I don't know, I just think you should consider all your options first." You shrug, eyes already landing on the handwritten chalkboard menu that spans the back wall. "Oh, wow..." You say under your breath, eyes going wide.
Coryo watches you with a smile on his face, gently brushing his hand over your back. "Okay, I know what I want." You speak quickly, and he laughs.
"What? There's no way you read all of it just now."
"No, course not." You shake your head, eyes still locked on the board as the sound of people chattering surrounds you. "Coryo, what's white chocolate?" You ask, gently tugging on his sleeve and pointing to where you see it.
"Uh, it's chocolate, but white." He answers, really unsure as well. "Tastes a little different than regular chocolate, but hardly."
"Okay, yes. I want that. With raspberries, it says." You nod in finality.
"Yes, ma'am." He agrees. "Wait right here, love." He says and you nod as he walks over to the counter, and you get to look at the colourful paint on the walls and all the buckets of ice cream behind the glass barrier.
"You're Y/N, right? The victor?" A girl's voice asks you and you turn to instead give them your full attention, nodding with a nervous smile.
"In the flesh." You smile, tilting your head slightly. She must be just a few years younger than you, maybe Len's age.
"Oh, wow! We thought so!" She grins, nodding back to a group of other kids, all of whom are donning the same red uniform you always saw Coryo in earlier in the year. "It's so nice to meet you! Oh my gosh, you're so pretty in person." She gushes. "Not that you weren't on screen, but just- wow, I mean, sorry. I'm just nervous."
"Oh, please, don't be." You smile at her, trying to be reassuring as you press a hand to your chest. "I get nervous meeting people all the time. What's your name, hun?"
"Lexus." She answers with an excited smile and flushed cheeks.
"Lexus! What a beautiful name." You say, partially to fill the silence. "It reminds me of my little brother, his name is Lennox. He's about your age, too."
"That's really cool!" She smiles. "How old are you? I mean, obviously under eighteen, but I'm just wondering because I have an older brother so it would be funny if I was the same age as your brother and my brother was the same age as you. If that makes sense, gosh, sorry- I'm rambling..."
"No, no, you're alright!" You laugh slightly, honestly relieved that she was able to do most of the talking. "And I am eighteen. My birthday was during the games, actually."
Her eyes widen. "Really? That's so lucky! That must have felt so special. What a gift!"
A gift?
You almost choke on the air, patting your hand on your chest as you swallow it down. "Well," You clear your throat, looking over to your boyfriend while he's collecting change from the girl working at the counter. "Only because Coriolanus brought me an amazing gift."
"What did he give you?" She asks, and you still haven't torn your eyes away from him as he walks over, silently pleading for his help.
"What did who give you?" He asks, eyeing her as he walks back up to rejoin you.
"I was just telling Lexus that you gave me an amazing birthday present." You explain.
"Oh, well, no. It was very lame, I'm afraid." He shrugs modestly.
"No, it wasn't!" You laugh, swatting his arm before looking over at her again. "He gave me my favourite book, and his cousin even made me a cake. We had a little celebration just before the games, didn't we?"
"Kind of." He chuckles.
"No, hush. It was perfect, I couldn't have asked for anything better."
"I could think of a few better ways to spend your birthday-"
"You guys are really cute." Lexus cuts in before he can finish, and your cheeks flush pink as your attention is drawn back to her. You don't notice how his face pales.
"Oh, no." You laugh. "He's just a little stubborn sometimes, I think my birthday was perfect, and my opinion on it is the only one that matters, no?" You look up at him, raising an eyebrow.
Coryo collects himself quickly, raising his hands defensively with a smile. "Of course, you're right."
"I know I am." You smile, lifting your nose in pride.
He turns as his name is called, seeing the same girl with your ice cream cones waiting. "Did- did you want a picture or something?" He asks Lexus and she nods, cheeks red.
"If that would be okay, Y/N." She looks to you.
"Oh, of course it is!" You smile, following her back over to the table. Her friends were watching silently the entire time, eyes wide in awe. "Hi..." You say, suddenly nervous as none of them greet you. Lexus must have been the chosen one for being able to speak to you, and she was sent over because the others were too shy.
"Here," Lexus says quickly, moving her bag from the seat at the table and fishing a camera out of it. "Take a seat, I'll sit over here." She slides into her friend's lap across from you, making them all laugh as she holds the camera out to Coryo. "Would you mind?" She asks him.
"Not at all." He says, taking it carefully and turning it over in his hands to find the right button.
"It's that button on the top." She points vaguely and he nods, getting the gist of it quickly. "It comes in handy to be in photography right now, apparently."
You laugh slightly and lean over the table slightly, tilting your head as you smile.
"Ready?" Coryo asks and you nod, hearing mumbles of agreement as you raise your hand from where it rests against the table, holding your pinky under your thumb and raising three fingers.
The flash almost blinds you, but you try not to blink.
"Lovely." Coryo says as he passes the camera back to Lexus and she stands up to take it.
"What does this mean?" Her friend asks, mimicking the salute you did for the photo.
"Oh, we do it back home." You explain. "It means peace and unity, or something along those lines depending on context." Getting up from the seat, you shrug a bit. "Force of habit, I suppose."
"Oh, cool! I didn't know that." She replies and you just nod, eyes following Coryo as he quickly rushes over to grab your ice cream. "Well, I should probably go before that melts, but it was so nice to meet you!"
"Yes, of course, thank you!" Lexus grins. "Maybe we'll see you around!"
"I hope so!" You smile. "Adieu, adieu, adieu! Remember me." You wave, turning to go after your boyfriend.
"What's that from?" He asks when you reach his side, knowing your shift in tone.
"Hamlet." You answer as he holds the ice cream cone out for you and you take it happily.
"Ah." He chuckles, giving the kids a nod as he follows you to the door.
"She said I am so lucky that my birthday was during the games." You say as the door shuts behind you, and you resist the urge to look back in through the window.
"Oh, wow." Coryo laughs, shaking his head. "Yeah, I mean, kids around here don't get it. I don't think they understand what's really happening."
"Clearly not." You focus on licking up the drips that have begun to stray down the side of the cone. "This is really good!" You say excitedly, back to your normal self as you look up to him walking next to you down the sidewalk.
"Yeah?" He smiles.
"Yes." You hum, taking the first real lick off the top. "What did you get?"
"Vanilla." He chuckles, already knowing how you will react.
"Vanilla? Oh, Coryo, you need to expand your horizons a bit." You tsk, teasingly shaking your head at him.
"Hey, it's not my fault it's good."
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༉‧₊˚ how would enhypen members text you as your boyfriends ?
pairing: bf!enhypen x gn!reader | genre: fluff, as always!
warnings: none! | wordcount: 1.2k words
✶﹒author's note: i'm back, yayyy!!! long time no see huhu,,, i've recently been thinking of writing some headcanons of how enhypen would text when dating, so here it is!! hope you enjoy it!! (*˘︶˘*)♡ there is some kind of glitch with the small font? there are random letters that are bigger, sorry about that, i have tried to fix it like 10 times and it keeps popping up smh. hope it's not too much trouble!!!!
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이희승 · lee heeseung ‧₊˚
oh my god heeseung is so in love it's embarassing.
i can literally see him sending flirty texts like "thinking about me?" with the stupidest grin on his mouth, and when you reply with a "yes" he'll start kicking his feet on the bed.
i dont really see him using pet names over text, probably he has you on his contacts as "y/n" and some cute emoji that reminds him of you.
"can i call you?" is probably the text he sends you the most.
heeseung prefers calling over texting, but he's shy about facetiming, especially when you have just started dating.
although he's a bit blunt over text, on calls he's a very veryyyy sweet boyfriend. his smitten voice gives away his love for you completely!!! (>᎑<๑)/♡ even when he tries to keep that "cool guy" image, he just can't do that with you-
"i've missed you"
"you did?"
"mhm"
oh he is blushing hard!!!!
and so are you!!
you both giggling and all- thisissocuteimsobbing.
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박종성 · park jongseong ೀ
he's so well spoken???
he sends you a looong text every morning to remember you everything you have to remember, wish you a good day and say i love you, ofc.
"good morning y/n, have you slept well? remember you have a dentist appointment at 5 o'clock today. i love you 💗"
"good morning my love, sorry for leaving so early today! your breakfast is on the fridge, hope you enjoy it! have a nice day, see you tonight. i love you 💕"
no because park jongseong is the epitome of husband material.
randomly sends you selcas to let you know where he is and what he is doing. and sends another message right after. like "bowling 🎳" or something (pls- 😭).
"have fun!!"
no. wrong answer.
send him your photo. match his energy.
that's the only correct answer.
"*insert your photo here* cooking dinner👩🏻🍳"
the moment he sees the photo he's smiling right away! ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝
"new wallpaper, hehe~"
"NO JAY STOP NOT THAT ONE"
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심재윤 · sim jaeyun ˖ ࣪ ⭑
jake is clingy even over text it's amazing actually
uses a lot of emojis, but he's starting to use ":))" and "ㅠㅠ" recently as well!
"jake"
"i miss youuu"
"wru??"
the average waiting time for jake to respond to you is about 2.058 seconds, i.e., the time it takes for the phone to unlock and open your chat.
"omw!!!!"
"i'll be there in 5 mins!"
"i miss you too my love <333"
"wait for me!!"
will always, always make sure to show you how much he cares about you, whether in person or over text. that's why he sends several messages a day, although sometimes he has to hold back to avoid being a burden,,,, (pls tell him he's not he just loves you sm).
the most effective way to make jake happy? send him selcas!! at any time! it will take him a few seconds to answer so he can calm his heartbeat and type correctly, but his answer will always make you flustered!! ૮₍ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ '⸝⸝ ₎ა
"wow"
"woah"
"baby omg you're beautiful"
"how can you be so pretty?"
"and mine"
"i'm so luckyyyy"
"i love you i love you i love you"
he's the cutest i just cannot handle this
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박성훈 · park sunghoon ⊹ ࣪
sunghoon gives me the same vibes as heeseung
but hoon is,,, cuter???
he sends you cute gifs and think is hilarious 😭
"y/n look at this"
probably a picture of a hedgehog wearing a santa claus hat but he's laughing so hard laying literally next to you.
so you can't help but start laughing as well.
he turns around and looks at you with his pretty sparkly eyes and lovely smile.
"it's funny, isn't it?"
tell him it's funny!! he loves to make you laugh <;33
sunghoon is not that expressive when texting, so you can consider his adorable gifs as his virtual displays of affection!! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
doesn't want to tell you but he has you on his contacts as "my beautiful girlfriend" or something like that because this man is very much in love.
he tries to be discreet and not look too desperate, but when you both are apart for several days he sends more messages than usual…
"y/n"
"i just had lunch"
"did you?"
"i did"
"good"
"i miss you"
"but not to much"
"just a little bit"
"i miss you too..?"
he has no idea how to express affection by text please bear with him.
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김선우 · kim sunoo ౨ৎㅤ۫ ㅤ֪
you already know what's coming-
kim sunoo is INTENSE
"my baby y/nieeeeeee💗"
"i missed you so much today😢"
"shall we have lunch together????"
"todays interview has been cancelled!"
"i want to see you and kiss you and hug you💕💕💕"
"right now😤"
"so be ready!!!!"
texts cutely!! and uses a lot of emojis too, mostly pink hearts!!
your photo library is full of his selcas…
although it is true that he takes a lot of pictures for engene and posts them on twitter and weverse, he always saves the best one for you ૮꒰っ˃̵///˂̵c꒱ა
give him compliments!!
"you look so cuteeeeee<;3"
GIGGLES
"i do??"
"really???"
"but y/nnnn"
"if you're saying i'm cute"
"being you the cutest one on this world"
"then i must be really really cute"
lowkey flirting as he confesses his undying love for you.
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양정원 · yang jungwon ׅ ࣪ ✧
if jungwon is so active on weverse when talking with engenes, just think of the amount of messages you will receive from him in a single day.
wants and needs to tell you anything that happens in his life!!!
"y/n i've just tried this new restaurant"
"everything is soooo good!!"
"should we order from there next time??"
"i want you to try it"
he really wants to involve you in every aspect of his life!! ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭
loves loves loves facetiming before going to sleep!
my condolences to sunghoon, ni-ki and sunoo who will have to listen to your late-night love calls (they're kinda jealous because you both sound so in love ߹ᯅ߹)
sends lots of pictures of things he thinks are pretty or remind him of you.
"look this little kitten i just came across!!"
"is so cute!!"
"it looks just like you, so i thought of you right away"
"like me??"
"of course!!!!!!!!"
"look at the eyes"
"it looks like you!"
"...right?"
"maybe i just miss you"
he does.
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にしむら りき · nishimura riki ♡ ֺ ׅ
he just loves to make fun of you even over text
"y/n"
"why do you send me all this texts?"
"you really miss me that much???"
he misses you more please keep texting him
has you in his contacts as "girlfriend" and you always ask him to change it because is so unaffectionate, but he loves it because it reminds him he can call you his girlfriend????!!!
"girlfriend has text you" yeah he's so proud of that
sends you 984569 tiktoks and gets upset if you don't reply to all of them individually. also doesn't like it when you react to his messages with a heart instead of sending it as a text!!!! >:(
"if you love me show it properly!!!"
"IS ALSO A HEART"
"IT'S NOT THE SAME"
sends you funny pictures of you late at night because that's when he checks his pictures of you and always ends up laughing so hard that the members have to scold him.
"nishimura riki"
"delete that rn"
"NEVERRRRRRRR"
instead you send him nice pictures of him on your dates but he always says he looks bad smh (っ- ‸ - ς)
"what. the hell. is that."
"i look ugly"
"wdym???"
"you look cute"
"really?"
"yeah"
"alright you can keep that one"
maybe he just wants your compliments... 🤭
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❀ an: hi! this is my first fic published on tumblr! fluffly all the way. My AO3 where you can leave kudos. I write from multi fandoms such as ACOTAR, Dramione and Original works ❀
Tags: Carmen Berzatto; Carmen Berzatto x Female Reader
She had ladybugs earrings. It wasn't the first thing Carmen noticed about her, no. But it was something he came to associate with her.
At a random Thursday, Sugar and Syd had ripped him a new one about not updating the restaurant's Instagram from all things. So when he had a moment of quiet where he couldn't sleep because his head was so full, he thought it would be a nice idea to use social media for work. He opened the app, unfamiliar with all the options and the immense number of notifications. The latest one was a tagged picture from a dish they had served for some customer. She had tagged the account with a simple caption "best meal I had in this city. My compliments to the chef - however they are!" with a string of emojis he sure did not even fathom to understand.
So Carmen did what he thought was the greatest management of social media ever: he commented "tks :)" under it.
A few hours later a still insomniac Carmen heard a ping from his cellphone. A direct message from Instagram made him frown and scowl a bit. It said "hi!!!! I love your place! do you guys work with delivery or take out?". Minutes passed and he did not answer. He was tired and confused to why someone would be asking this at 03am via a social media profile.
Another ping rang.
"Sorry, it's just I work late nights and your place is my fav in the city. I'm new here, don't know many places yet. Thank you xx"
He fumbled a bit in his bed before answering. A touch of nostalgia for Mike's old way of dealing with The Beef tried to take a hold of his heart. He made sure to snuff it out before typing it quickly.
"No we don't work like that anymore"
And he swore in a low voice.
"Look for Richie tmw say Carmen told u so"
The next day Carmen wanted nothing more than to hide in the fridge and die freezing. The night was so exhausting, someone had burned their food, plates were dropped, Syd had a bad case of allergies, Tina was in a fucking bad mood. The texts were the last thing on his mind when Richie came screaming from the front.
"Yo, cous, some chick looking for you. Said you were the social media manager. Didn't know we were using instagram to hook up now", he laughed and slapped Carm in the back.
"Fuck off, Richie"
Carm walked to see a round face looking back at him. She had dark, long curls around her face. Although her skin was darker than his, he still could manage to see the dark circles under her eyes. She had an apologetic smile and a few Tupperware containers that were not that hidden on her tote bag.
"Sorry! Hey! We spoke on Instagram last night? You said I could look for you? Sorry I'm late, had to extend my shift a bit and some more" she babbled for a few seconds, hands flying off while she talked. He could see the dark pink stain on her cheeks. "It's okay if you guys are closed! I didn't even look at the time when I got out of home,I’m so sorry."
Carm wanted to laugh at how much this girl apologized - he didn't of course, because then he would be the one blushing. She managed to look even more embarrassed than he was in social situations. He decided to take her out of her misery and told her that it was okay. He was the chef and no, it was okay, truly. It was not a problem to help her with a take out. Yes, he understood late nights very well.
Carmen didn't actually know what made him make this one exception to this customer. They still didn't do take outs, but something like kinship rouse in him when she said that it was her favorite place and she worked crazy hours. Maybe he felt he could build a place with as much heart and tradition as Mike, on his own way. So everyday she would come by, sometimes a bit after they had closed, sometimes on the rush hours - then she would wait on one of the tables or eat there. Richie started to yell at the back "Cous, your girl is here" one day, much to Carm dismay.
"She is not my girl, fucker"
"Then why does she ask for you everyday, huh?" he would say with his comically raised eyebrows, "can I ask for her number then?"
For some reason Carmen wanted to punch him in the throat. It did need a lot of reason most days.
"No, you can't. She is a customer and you don't ask customers for their numbers".
Richie left him with a knowing smile.
They never chatted much about deep subjects, if it was a slow day here, if she was dying of a heartburn because of work related stress there. She was also not an adventurous eater. The same order most days. Carm noticed that day she would wear the same ladybug earrings everyday too. They also shared cigarettes breaks on the regular. I'm a reluctant chainsmoker since 16, she told him once with a shy smile. Only watermelon one's thought, Marlboro's light too.
He had laughed at her for that. Flavored shit, really? What's next? Smoking the stupid pens?
Then they bonded over their disgust over electronic cigarettes that day.
Once he caught her helping out customers choose their meal when the staff was too busy with a problem. One day when she bought a group of friends someone had to call Carm from the kitchen. He was smelling of grease, hair dirty and his apron had stains of food in it. He didn't know it was her, it was lunchtime and one of the cooks had not shown up. His cheeks grew hot when he saw her, lips red and eyes lined with dark colors, a brown coat over the chair. She didn't have her earrings this time. A golden chain with a cross dangled from her neck to her cleavage. He was caught staring by one of her friends, who asked "so you are the chef friend?". Her make up did little to hide her blushing.
The time she did not pick up her dinner, Carm got anxious. He asked Richie for her number, because of course he had it. He debated if he should text.
"u ok?", he did.
When he didn't receive an answer, he showed up at her door with dinner in his hands. It was only a few blocks away, right? He got her address from the receipt, it wasn't creepy, right?
"You didn't show up, I brought you dinner", he said breathlessly.
It was definitely creepy, Richie laughed when he told him.
After that he would sometimes bring her dinner. She would bake him something, make him taste it - and everyone else too, no, he truly wasn't special, Carm tried to tell himself.
One day she asked him if he wanted to come in. He didn't, at least not a first. No, he had to get back to the restaurant, really. No, it wasn't because of her. Sorry, no- yeah- I- Uh, I-I got to go.
They would text each other. He was terrible at it, as always, but he initiated after feeling bad for not tasting the cake she had made him.
The first time Carm kissed her it had been over a year from the instagram message. They were in the kitchen, scrubbing the floor and she was cleaning some dishes. He had said something under his breath that made her laugh so loud the sound had echoed the whole room. He felt his heart squeeze inside his chest like a vise. Mike's words played over and over in his head "let it rip".
Carmen had not planned to kiss her that night. When she asked him to help close, so Tina could leave early, he accepted. Having her around wasn't a bother. When cleaning a particularly sharp knife she had cut her finger. His first instinct was to help and not curse her for the carelessness. Still, he didn't kiss her at that moment.
When they had finished, almost out the door, he pulled her by the neck pushing her back against the counter.
Her mouth felt like water after a long trip to the desert.
She was using her ladybug earrings.
She tasted like vanilla and chocolate.
#text post#carmen berzatto#the bear#the bear fx#the bear hulu#carmen x reader#carmen berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto x you
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hello. i love your headcanons. may i request Luka Couffaine x reader where they have golden retriever x black cat vibes?( i was just thinking how much Luka fits to be golden retriever as boyfriend. i started to see a lot of video like "Luka always listens to everyone. who would listen to him?" and i think that in this dynamic he would have person who would listen to him. like "ok ok ok" to his "la la la" you know?)(I'm sorry if you hate this "la la la ok ok ok" but i love it and couldn't help but put it here)
thank you so much!!! take care!!!( and sorry for long and maybe too long thing of request. you're free to do whatever you want with it)
hey there hun!!! thank you so so much that means the world to me!!! 💙💙 & yes of course!! don’t worry either i love the whole la la la ok ok ok thing it’s so cute n silly 🤭 i hope this is satisfactory!!
luka w/ a black cat lover
- luka is not necessarily used to being the one listened to rather than the one listening
- he’s not opposed to it, it’s a nice change of pace but it takes him aback at first.. it almost makes him awkward?
- you’re both more responsive people when others talk so when you’re both alone at first you’re just the standing emoji:🧍🏻♀️
- eventually you get over the awkward phase after seeing how upset luka looks one day and letting him talk to you about it
- after offering to take care of it (in which he can’t tell if you’re joking or not??) you then offer genuine advice. it’s then that he realizes that while you’re relatively irritable and stoic you’re a really sweet person underneath
- that’s also the first time he’s attracted to you
- dates are very chill and lowkey unless they’re planned ahead of time (or unless luka feels like surprising you)
- he’s very easygoing while you’re more calculating
- you’re not scary but luka still gets scary dog privileges. or maybe feral cat privileges? you’re definitely not afraid to protect him or growl under your breath at whoever pisses you two off
- don’t think that just because you protect luka doesn’t mean he doesn’t protect you
- you’re a couple that enjoys cuddling i think. you’re the one who lays on top of him
- quick kisses, not at all big on pda
- you two don’t have to be doing the same thing together, but rather you just enjoy being in the presence of one another
- he does like it whenever you share earbuds and you fall asleep though
- you’re there to take care of things emotionally while luka takes care of things like chores or errands
- sometimes you bitch about someone and lukas just smiling and nodding. he definitely takes notes though. just wait til he sees that bitch for himself
- the only times he feels genuine panic for you is after an akuma attack
- all in all you kinda let eachother just do your own thing
#mlb#miraculous ladybug#miraculousladybug#luka couffaine#miraculous ladybug headcanons#luka coffaine x reader#luka couffaine x reader#luka couffaine headcanons#luka coffaine#lukacouffaine#mlb luka#miraculous luka#luka x reader#miraculous les aventures de ladybug et chat noir#miraculous lb#miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir#miraculous fandom
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Yuki - La'Stiara Rabbit Chat translation
Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!
Yuki: Momo
Yuki: 🕺 I saw this emoji and it reminded me of your sleeping posture back when we used to live together
Momo: !?!? lolololololol
Momo: What the hell this is so embarrassing!! 😂 was I really like this 😂 lololol
By the way, since you’re sending me such a mischievous rabbichat, you must be free right now!!!!
Yuki: you get it?
Momo: I get it!!!
The thought of Yuki scrolling through emojis and thinking of me makes my heart race 🥺🥺
Momo: Is it break time over at 'La’Stiara'?
Yuki: Yeah. It's boring without you
Momo: Oh, youuuu~~~ darling ‼ I'm off today, so I’m free as well!
What do you wanna talk about? Let’s take a quiz!
Momo: Is what I would say, but sorry if it sounds childish 😭
Yuki: I’d like to take a quiz
Momo: That's right! That’s the best way to play for someone as handsome as you!!! Alright, here we go!!
Momo: What do I want right now? 😎✨
Yuki: A necklace for everyday wear
Momo: Ding-ding ding-ding 🤩💫
You hit the jackpot! Yuki knows me well, you’re the most handsome...!! (*´艸｀)
You shine brighter than any jewel!!
Yuki: That's right ^^
Momo:
Yuki: The other day you sent me a bunch of URLS for necklaces and asked which one looks good
Momo: Hey how do you remember that lololol
Momo: I thought you forgot because you said any of them would look good 🥺
Yuki: That’s because I genuinely thought any of them would look good on you. It wasn’t that I was disinterested or anything
Momo:
Momo: I am going to buy all of them.
Yuki: Haha
Yuki: Here's a question
Momo: Bring it on lol
Yuki: What’s the first thing I ate in yesterday’s lunch bento box?
Momo: you always come up with tough questions, yuki 😳‼
Momo: But you know what? I got this one in the bag! The answer is "the Broccoli with Bonito Flakes" that came as a side dish!
Yuki: Correct. You got it right
Momo: Yesterday's lunch was from your favorite restaurant! I know you always eat the broccoli first :pudding cheer:
Yuki: Boiling it to perfection makes it delicious
Yuki: You can see through everything Momo. I can't lie to you
Yuki: From sleeping habits to even food preferences, we know everything about each other don’t we
Momo:
Momo: I never thought I'd be so close to you to the point where I’d know everything about you!
Momo: At first I was content with listening to your music from the audience, and then I was content with helping you out and being as useful as possible
Momo: I've become quite greedy...
Momo: Juuust kidding 🥴 sorry for getting sentimental all of a sudden 🤗‼ good luck with the 'La’Stiara' shoot ‼
Yuki: I'm the greedy one
Yuki: Momo, when you told me you liked my songs, you reminded me of the joy of making music and the purpose of my life
Yuki: I want to continue making music with you forever
Momo: Yuki
Momo: Yukiiiiiiiiiiii,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Yuki: Yes?
Momo: You’re so handsome,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Yuki: I know.
Momo: Is it really my day off today? am I supposed to be normal after being bombarded with your powerful words??? I can't calm down you know???
Yuki: Momo, what are your plans for today?
Momo: Absolutely nothing!!!
Yuki: I think I’m gonna finish work early today as well
Momo: w which means...!!???? 🎉🎉🎉🎉
Yuki: I'm inviting you to dinner.
Momo: I'm coming!!! I am SO coming!!! Is it okay if I come to your place!?
Yuki: Mhm. I'll buy delicious meat on my way home.Just like that day
Momo: I can’t
Momo: This is not good, Yuki… I might burst into tears if I see your face today
Yuki: If they’re tears of joy then I’m fine with it
Momo: How in the world can I be anything but happy!!!
Back then, our house was so small but was so full of hope
Momo: Now we live in a big house, but we haven't changed at all
Yuki: That's right. We are sharing the music we make together with the world as idols
Yuki: Always, and forever, nothing will ever change.
Momo: Thank you, Yuki. Those words bring me so much relief, they’re like a good luck charm for me. I feel like I can do anything.
Momo: I’ll be waiting for you to finish your shoot!!
Yuki:
TL NOTES:
Yuki says "just like that day" in reference to a re:member scene where he uses money he gets from Chiba Shizuo during their debut days to buy Momo expensive meat. Yuki cries from happiness on his way home, which is why he tells Momo he's fine with tears of joys.
My god they make me so violent /pos
#idolish7#i7#idolish7 translation#re:vale#orikasa yukito#sunohara momose#rabbit chat#id7#la stiara#rabbitchat
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Taiju x reader where she put herself in a dangerous Situation but taiju saved her before smth bad happend and he dont look happy about it. So he decided to spank her until she's crying and sobbing with muchhhhh aftercare please 💕
Protective!Taiju x Naive!Bratty!Reader
♡ SFW->NSFW->SFW, fem reader, reader almost gets drugged, spanking, aftercare + soft dom!Taiju ♡
note: anon this idea is literally so good 🩷 this is kind of a long read I'm sorry 😭 if you don't really care about plot just skip to this emoji: 👋
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He had told you multiple times, don't go out to that club alone. Yet something about the tone in his voice made you want to go to the club even more. You slipped on an outfit, then slipped out the door, which was pretty easy considering Taiju was at work and not home to stop you from leaving.
You caught a ride to the club and at the same time, Taiju was about to make his way home. He decided to come home early, desperate to see his beautiful girlfriend. When he got home the only thing he was greeted with was an empty house. At first he was worried, but that worry soon turned into frustration and anger. He knew how stubborn you were, so it was no surprise that you disobeyed his orders, that didn't stop him from being royally pissed off though.
You stepped into the nightclub, the smell of smoke, cheap cologne, and alcohol filled the air. You made your way over to the bar to get a drink, not even noticing that a man on the other side of the room was watching your every move. He approached you as you sipped your drink, introducing himself in an overly friendly manner. He reached in his pocket to grab his wallet, offering to buy you another drink. What could be the harm in letting him buy you a drink? He seems nice enough.
You and the man sparked up a conversation, nothing serious, just friendly chat. You mentioned that you had a boyfriend and the man understood, at least it seemed like he did. You got up mid-conversation to use the bathroom, leaving the man with full access to your drink. He pulled out a small bag of pills and when no one was looking, snapped a capsule in half and poured it in your drink. What he didn't realize is that someone was looking and that someone was Taiju. He made his way over to the man, trying to confront him as peacefully as possible.
The man cowered in fear at the sight of your boyfriend. He wasn't expecting the man you mentioned to be twice his size or for him to be in the club. He apologized profusely and walked out of the club, Taiju would handle him later though. Right now he was still upset with you. He waited outside the bathroom door, scaring the hell out of you, then he proceeded to grab your arm and drag you out to the car. He immediately started scolding you when you got in the car, not letting you get a word in.
"What the hell is wrong with you y/n? Do you realize how dangerous it is to be out right now? Not to mention the fact that you left your drink unattended around that creep. You know he slipped something in your drink, and if I wasn't here...I don't even wanna think about what would've happened. All I know is that when we get in this house, I'm gonna give you a good spanking for being such a disobedient little brat."
You stayed quiet as he pulled the car into the driveway and you both made your way into the house. You took your heels off and sat your purse on the kitchen counter, awaiting Taiju's next move.
👋 "Bedroom now, don't make me say it twice."
Taiju placed his hand on your shoulder, motioning you down the hallway and into the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, he tapped his leg with his hand, signalling you to lay across his lap. He pulled your dress up and your underwear down, putting your bare ass on display for him to see.
"You know I love you darling ♡ This isn't meant to hurt you, just to teach you a lesson."
The tone in his voice was sincere and you could feel tears welling up in your eyes before he even brought his hand down on your ass. The loud smack echoed throughout the room. The pain was so blinding it made your legs shake.
"Count the smacks, if you mess up I'll start over."
1, 2, 3, 4, 5. This continued for about 20 more minutes, with Taiju getting in well over 40 smacks. You messed up twice, losing count while trying not to lose consciousness. By the time he was done you were a blubbering mess, with tears, mascara, and drool running down your face. His large hand rubbed your back as you sobbed profusely, before grabbing you and laying you on the bed.
"Alright darling let's get you cleaned up."
Taiju made his way into the bathroom, running a bath and grabbing some towels from the shelf. He walked back into the room and picked you up off the bed, carrying you to the bathroom. You sat in his lap in the bathtub and let his strong hands roam and massage your body.
"I'm sorry if I was too rough, you know I only did it cause I love you. I just want you to be safe and to listen to me, I only have your well-being in mind y/n."
You nodded in acknowledgement and he could relax now that he knew you weren't upset at him. He might be the dominant one in your relationship, but that didn't mean he wasn't extremely considerate of your feelings. You felt the tension leave his body as you relaxed against him, listening to the soft thump of his heartbeat. Taiju was so relaxed he didn't even notice you had fallen asleep. All he knew was that he was gonna hold you extra tight when you cuddled tonight.
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❝ Why are you with them? You should be with me instead. ❞
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Ꮺ Anon asked ⨾ always nice to see a new male/gn reader blog <3 since requests are open, can i ask for platonic yandere fushiguro megumi with a male!reader who's his older brother figure? (p.s. can i be 🦭 anon?)
Ꮺ Eun replies ⨾ I'm so glad to see my first request and 21 headcanons! Ah yes, this is my first time creating a blog because most works here always amazes me and i wouldn't mind giving it a try as well. I hope you do like my first work! And I'm so upset that i can't see the emoji anon, I'm so sorry. Would you mind having a different emoji?
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Ꮺ Disclaimer — I do not condone this kind of behavior in real life situations. Unhealthy relationship, possessive and obsessive behavior, delusion, thoughts of abduction and violence. English is not my main!
Reader & Genre ⨾ MALE!reader, PLATONIC
Words used ⨾ 8,600+ I lost count
Character ⨾ Yandere!Megumi Fushiguro
Links ⨾ My Navigation and Mandates
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Let's say you're around the age range with the third years and was in the Kyoto Goodwill event festival also, he wouldn't care based on how you approach him the first time. You were adored by Satoru and other students looking up at you, probably because of your brotherly behavior you do towards people.
During the event, you were still humble and caring despite having to go against him. You weren't the strongest but you weren't the weakest when it comes to using your techniques. During the event, you would approach Megumi with humble and caring attitude. You would recognize his strength and skill, but also that he isn't an invincible demon. You would treat him like you would anyone else, that's what keeps him on wanting to get to know you better. but you with a bit more caution due to his impressive skill. You would compliment him and encourage him, showing respect and admiration for his abilities. When it comes time to fight him, you would give it your all, but you would also recognize when you are outmatched and need to retreat or find a way to exploit a weakness.
Even when the enemies invade the event, you're focused on keeping others safe and sound. Putting Megumi beside you at all cost, making the younger male become awkward yet feeling touched. He still have his guard on around you after the festival although you'll noticed he would not go away, would not want to let you out of his sight. You would notice that he becomes possessive whenever you interact with the other students. You would need to be careful not to show a certain level of closeness with any other students, as it would make Megumi jealous.
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As time went by, you see him coming by to see you. Sometimes doing things just for your attention, he liked being praised by you, it gives him a sense of calmness whenever you approve of what he does. Of course his behavior changes when you act the same towards Nobara or Yuji, he wanted you all to himself.
I would imagine that Megumi would act very protective and doting around his older brother figure. He would be very clingy and probably not want his brother figure to leave his side. He might even go as far as to keep his brother figure from interacting with other people out of fear that he might lose him.
Megumi may also become extremely attached to his older brother figure, to the point of becoming emotionally dependent upon him. This can lead to an unbalanced and unhealthy relationship, where Megumi's happiness and self-worth are solely dependent on his older brother figure's love and approval. You noticed this behavior and you don't approve of it, yes it's adorable to watch but you don't want Megumi dependent on you but Megumi doesn't find it any less weird because he have never experienced this kind of affection.
Megumi would have a strong attachment and obsession with you, protecting you at all costs while also being possessive and jealous of others who interact with them. He would be protective and aggressive, and would likely go to extreme lengths to protect you and ensure they are safe from any outside threats. He may be prone to lashing out in jealousy and violence.
He tends to be easily paranoid, his life is already shit as it can be with all of these life threatening situations. Being stressed around people before and now with you in his life, he have gotten much worse. Please makes sure to reassure him in any chance you get. Of course he wouldn't abduct you, since well.. You have more brains than he have. Megumi can sometimes be extremely self-critical, even when his friend is trying to reassure him that you are doing fine. Often feels that he have to prove himself constantly to keep his older friend's affection, which can create a lot of pressure and potentially lead to emotional and mental burnout.
So the next best thing for him is being by your side, oh how would you find this suffocating? shouldn't you be grateful you have someone looking up to you to the point he would want to know your every move even all of the things you eat and used?
Protecting you and becoming jealous over the others who interact with you, taking your attention away from him. I wouldn't say he would do violence on you but he'll get aggressive, lashing out to the point he'll cry out of frustration on why you would want to talk to other people when you have him.
Megumi is very attached to his friend. He's protective and possessive of him, and becomes jealous if you gets close with anyone else. He's also very overprotective and will get extremely defensive if anyone badmouths you, even if it's not towards him directly. You're his number one priority, and he'll do anything to keep you safe.
Sometimes he would act emotionally distant and detached, keeping his emotions bottled up and suppressed until you give up on reassuring him and comforting him, once you'll stop and sigh on him. He would change drastically, asking you why would you stop? He may experience extreme mood swings and changes in behavior. Having obsessive habits related to you.
Megumi have some obsessive or possessive habits that manifest in non-violent ways. For example, he may keep a photo of his beloved on them, or write them letters, or keep a lock of their hair in a jar.
If you caught Megumi stealing your stuff, he'll get guilty and ashamed of it especially when you scold him like a little child. He will get all sulky til you let him off the hook. Next day you'll see him having the same thing that you were trying to find, acting as if he didn't steal it.
His older brother figure may need to tread carefully so as not to upset or anger him. You need to be understanding and respectful of his feelings, and try not to do anything that could provoke his jealousy and protectiveness.
Megumi would likely be very attentive to his needs, but also prone to overreacting or acting irrationally if he feel you are being slighted in any way. He might also be prone to expressing his affection with grand gestures or gifts, but also potentially be controlling or even manipulative at times.
Megumi is not physically violent, but he can be emotionally coercive when he feel like his love isn't being reciprocated. This blue haired male will also do anything in his power to keep his love away from others who might try to take you from him. Megumi often shows affection by being attentive and caring, making sure his love is comfortable and taken care of.
He wouldn't try to hurt someone else in order for you to stop talking to them, he would think about it though. Megumi would try different ways like manipulating you into thinking that the person is much worse.. If it's someone like Maki or Yuta, he'll just suffer by listening to your conversations. He hates people warning you about his behavior, you wouldn't leave him because of some silly rumors.. Right?
And if he upsets you based on how he acts around you? Megumi would likely feel immense guilt and regret if he upset his older brother figure. He'll become clingy or desperate for forgiveness, and may try to make it up to his friend by going to extreme lengths to make you happy. He might also become very emotional and unstable.
If you're uncomfortable yet maybe even be disappointed by his behavior, it could potentially lead to conflict and a difficult relationship. Megumi does not understand why you're not accepting of his behavior, and may feel hurt and rejected as a result. He have lost so many people already, why wouldn't you understand that this is for your safety? He doesn't find anything disturbing on what he does so maybe you should look through his own perspective. This could potentially lead to further emotional and psychological issues for him. He would become distant for the past few days, even if you try to reason with him, it would take days or weeks for him.
he is always on the watch for anyone trying to steal you away from him. He's very territorial, and can't stand the thought of losing his important person. He will go as far as using physical or emotional manipulation to keep his older brother figure in his grasp.
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Hello Nia it is bug jar anon I’ve actually resurrected myself. Had to claw through all the dirt and make a soul pact and everything yeah it was quite the ordeal anyways
If you ever have any Mhin headcanons I would be forever indebted to you but also no pressure
GENERAL MHIN HCS
gn!reader | OMG. OMGGGG OMG HELLO Welcome Back friend 🫶🫂 i respect and love a little resurrection i hope ur doing awesome 🫶 ofc i have mhin content for u
playing with mhin's hair..!!! them relaxing and letting you do whatever . think about mhin getting hair in their face and tying it into a little half-do situation. perf
we know they feed stray cats on patrols but have we considered the thought they've done it enough that the cats recognize them. that mhin has a mental schedule and map of where some regular ones are and makes sure to visit to see if they're alright :'(
THE CATS BUMPING AGAINST THEIR LEG AND PURRING 🙁💔 mhin smiling softly while petting them and talking to them quietly (because they're some of the only company they'll let themself have) (sorry.)
one more cat point. i'm not sure if they'd name them,, mhin gives me just remembering their appearance/personality vibes. but if YOU asked about names or wanted to name them,, well who are they to stop you. and of course the next time they see the cat they'll greet it with the name you chose.
you can gain mhin's trust / some affection by buying them sweets 🤞 i think it'd be very cute scene where they offer one of their favourites to you when you start getting along..
mhin and stargazing...i know they've got to have some favourite spots. they know where to get an awesome view of the night sky without any distractions!! imagine them bringing you up there and maybe talking about different constellations, how they found it, etc :(
^ you being the only other person who knows where these spots are... checking them first when looking for them.....
the others figure out you and mhin have are getting along and they won't fully leave either of you alone LOL. kuras and leander telling you to keep an eye on them / teasing you / etc yeah yeah alright guys relax
gets mad/worried if you get attacked. like in a raised voice "what were you thinking?" way before they realize and try to calm down and treat you. they can't hide the fact that they yelled your name in panic and ran over so
KISS THE BEAUTY MARK KISS THE BEAUTY MARK KI
mhin the type of person who if you started peppering their face with kisses they'd blush and ask what you're doing and why without actually pushing you away.
stares at you when you try to initiate small talk but inevitably answers anyways. same thing with dumb silly questions. they go back to what they were doing but if you keep pestering them they go "no, why would you even turn into a worm?" like
the type of person to get sleepy and do the head drooping thing so you get to pull them to rest against your shoulder
mhin has a very nice laugh...trust me. you get them to laugh and it's clear and lovely and their eyes squint and they sort of tilt their head down subconsciously and
kind of awkward about pda and initiating any physical affection but i think if you hugged them, after initial tension ofc,, they really want to melt into it. like they hesitantly wrap their arms around you but then they let themself rest in the crook of your neck
they look like they don't trust themself with gifts. they second guess anything they think of getting you but they actually end up getting something really useful/nice ? mhin pays close attention to your habits and interests even if they pretend not to
dry texter....actually no. they'd be snarky. they say stuff in a deadpan way. i think it'd be funny if they react to what they think are dumb texts with a thumbs down emoji before actually responding. oh that's so them with leander if they don't leave him on seen
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Hello there! I'm 🎉 anon
May I request a platonic (with a hint of parental) of Grimsley who's a mentor for a child/preteen reader (around 11-12 y/o)
Reader got this dark aesthetic (black cap, turtleneck, black trench coat, and boots) that aspires to be a Dark type Elite Four, but despite all that they're a little mischievous and off-the-wall kid.
They really like spending their time with Grimsley (even to the point they'd wait in front of his casino) and Grimsley finds them adorable and lowkey treats them like a kid he never has
Like, they'd battle, train, and then hang out like showing card tricks.
(I love found family so much-)
A/N: yaaay my first emoji anon :). I’ll be honest I don’t know that much about Grimsley so I’m just going off what I got when I looked him up, sorry if it’s not accurate. Also the meds I’m on for getting my wisdom teeth out make me kinda loopy so I’m not sure how good my writing will come out.
Grimsley With a Preteen Apprentice
- Having Grimsley as a mentor can be a 50/50 sometimes
- Grimsley generally has a good state of mind when it comes to battling
- He only ever sees a positive to a battle, win or loose
- If you ever loose a battle, he’s there to assure you that this is only good for you
- He uses this as an opportunity for you to learn and grow as a trainer, after all you can’t get better if you never see your mistakes
- He’s supportive in your dreams and also in the way you dress
- You do look the part for the job you want, and he admires that
- He thinks your passion is amazing and continues to support it, although he doesn’t let you get ahead of yourself
- With Grimsley as a mentor, you’ll never be dragged down by your losses
- After a while you hardly ever find yourself upset about a loss
- From now on you’ll only see this as a chance to grow
- Unfortunately, Grimsley did have to step down from his position as an elite four member to the gambling addiction he developed
- But this doesn’t mean he’s irresponsible or becomes a worse mentor
- In fact he’s now always making sure that that you’re being responsible and keeping yourself in check
- He wants to make sure that you don’t suffer the same way he did
- After working with you, he’s found that he’s become attached to you, and he doesn’t want you to go down the same path he did
- He always stresses the importance of keeping yourself regulated
- Whole he has made some mistakes in his life, he doesn’t want the same to happen to you
- He’s come to see you as his child, no matter what your situation with your parents is
- He really is a great mentor and wants to keep you safe, and he can and will do everything in his power to keep you that way
I hope I got his character right, I never played ultra sun/moon or black/white 2 so I never actually played against him. I currently have a heat pack wrapped around my face and I look like Amanda in the reverse bear trap from the first saw movie I’m not even kidding lol. Ty for reading and have a nice day <3
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