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kookiecrumb · 2 years

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hey ? i hope you are doing fine! actually i fell harder for your writings , are you probably accepting requests ? Too shy to express so as an anon . i wanna request u where jk and our mc are married already. and when doing it they are super duper romantic and lovey-dovey with so much sweet romantic talks . and some hard core? i'd love to read and scream in disbelieve if my fav author would accept this TT .

I LOVE YOU !! <8

Fav-- Favorite?! 😲😳 I love you too anonnie!! And...I wasn't accepting requests because of exams but I really do want to write this prompt...so I'm gonna do it.

Sorry if it's a bit long teehee!

JJK || Best Thing

warnings: smut (18+), loss of virginity (saving until marriage), breastplay, brief handjob, unprotected sex*(don't do this), sex with the intention to impregnate, dacryphilia, jungkook is big, needy jungkook, smol husband/wife kink

tags: childhood best friends to lovers, established relationship au, husband and wife, fluff and smut

There wasn't a time you remember without Jungkook.

Your moms were friends, so you often came over to each other's houses and played with one another until you'd get tired from running and collapse under the stars.

The both of you would go to huge parties together and laugh so hard you couldn't breathe while playing truth or dare.

His mom fed you breakfast in the mornings when you'd sleep over as a child, and then lunch when you had convinced your mom to let you stay "just until night time."

The both of you would burst out into a giggle fit underneath warm blankets with a flashlight and make shadow puppets and stories to go along with them. He'd even teach you new ones every once in a while.

Up until you were 9 or 10, the both of you were inseparable.

Then, one summer, Jungkook went on a vacation to see his family in Busan. You recall being bored out of your mind, sitting in front of the television just waiting for him to just come home already.

Your mom suggested that you write to him, so that's what you did.

Every letter in your 10-year-old handwriting, he kept. He stood at his grandparent's mailbox and checked it every hour even though his mom told him that the mail only comes at a certain time. He didn't care. He wanted to hear back from you again.

When he did receive your letters, he would fold them neatly and put them into a folder he labeled "from y/n."

At that point, his mom had caught on that Jungkook would have you in his life for a long time...and on the off chance that you ended up together, she wanted these precious documents to be preseved. Once the trip was over, she took the folder of your letters and stored it somewhere safe.

When Jungkook came back from Summer Vacation, however, he had gotten so much taller than you'd expected! It was intimidating. On top of that, he looked so much more grown up.

He made new friends in middle school who were much louder and funnier than you...

You felt left behind. It was unfair.

On weekdays, you never saw him anymore, and on weekends, he only came over sometimes. Those kids were putting ideas in his head that you didn't like at all.

They taught him that you were gross and that boys shouldn't hang out with girls. They taught him that boys were supposed to like different things than girls liked.

You always thought that was stupid. Jungkook never minded you painting his nails or putting hair chalk in his hair before those boys said anything. Sure, he'd pick blue every time but that's because it was his favorite color.

Middleschool changed him. So, you decided to do something about it.

Seventh grade rolled around and you were determined to know where your Jungkook went.

It wad the first adult conversation you ever had with him. "I miss you," you said. "We used to hang out all the time, and I don't know why we stopped."

That's when you noticed Jungkook's eyes shift downward. The look he gave you was really weird. It was almost like he was staring, but it was warm. His ears turned red and he kept covering his cheeks.

"Y/N, it's not that I don't like playing with you anymore, it's just...you're a lot prettier lately. You look like...you look nice," he struggled.

"Well, what does that have to do with anything? It's like you like me or something!" You teased.

You gasped. "That's it isn't it?! You have a friggin crush on me!"

"No. No! I don't, y/n! I don't like you!" Jungkook exclaimed, throwing a pillow at you in an act of defense.

"Pants. On. Fire." You challenged him.

"Well-- well..." he stammered. "Fine...I do like you...but if you tell the guys that I like a girl, you're dead!"

"Oh, I don't care about them. I just wanted to know why you were acting so weird," you informed.

Jungkook stretched out his hand to hold yours. It made his heart explode. Yep. That's how you knew you would be married.

It's been a decade since that incident.

At the wedding, his mom finally returned all the letters you sent to Jungkook that one summer as a gift. You couldn't stop the tears if you wanted to. Her gifts were lovely.

You remember your wedding very fondly. It was a massive celebration of the love you shared with Jungkook and everybody was excited that day. There were private moments and there were family moments, but at the end of the night, you both came home to your newly shared apartment and got intimate.

When Jungkook was a teenager he would always make up excuses to kiss you, whether it was "you have whipped cream on your lips!" or "your pouty face is too cute."

You would come over to study and catch up with him which eventually led to the both of you wildly making out on his bed...

It took an incredible amount of self control for him to pull himself from you and enforce the boundaries you had set for one another. "We shouldn't rush into this," he'd remind you.

You had both agreed to save yourselves for marriage. It only made him want to marry you quicker.

On your wedding night, however, you were completely exhausted and had absolutely no energy to even begin stripping the clothes off one another, so you decided to crash on the bed and have morning sex.

Oh, how you love smelling him.

You're not embarrassed about it. It's second nature to you to cling to him. One of your favorite thing to do is to hug him and inhale slowly and deeply on his chest. He caresses your head while you lay on him, adjusting your legs so that they wrap around his torso. You're not shy with the kind of touch you give him, very familiar and comfortable with his body.

He inhales slowly beneath you, his chest expanding so that you can feel the gentle thumping of his strong heart beat.

"You're my best friend, y/n," he speaks in hushed tones. "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, and from this moment on...I do believe in soulmates. Because I know you're mine." He kisses your forehead, pulling you up to his face carefully.

Jungkook catches your lips in a gentle kiss, like he had kissed you yesterday as his wife. He caresses your jaw with his thumb and index, his other hand snaking around your waist and caressing your side.

"I've spend my entire life...knowing you, exploring the most deep and personal sides of you. I know you like the back of my hand and now I want to explore your body," he hums into your ear. "I want you to see me."

"I want to see you, Jungkook," you reply, softly. A tangible heat grows between your legs at the thought of feeling him for the first time. Your curiosities will have been sated after so many years of craving his bare body. "I want to breathe you."

Jungkook presses a kiss to your cheek. "Finally," he groans. "Oh, I love you..." his eyes show it.

You sit up carefully and fixate on him. He leans backwards, giving you space. Your fingers dip into the fabric of your shirt and release your breasts.

Jungkook's brows furrow in arousal, his mouth slightly ajar at the sight of them. "God, you're stunning." He kneels forward and asks if he can touch them.

Your breathing stutters, and your mind is dizzy. The feeling overwhelms you. You don't want him to ever stop touching you.

"Please touch them, my husband..." you plea.

He does, and it's the most perfect touch in the world. It's amazing in every sense of the word. It's such a sensitive place for you, and to have the person you trust the most finally touch you like this is an act of worship.

"Hh~ah," a warbling moan floats from your lips.

Jungkook gasps. "That feels good," he informs, cautiously. "Can I keep going?"

"Yes, and please don't stop," you mewl, watching his strong, inked fingers delicately swirl on your tits, his palm cupping them securely.

He squeezes them, lightly. "How does that feel?" he asks, amazed at your reactions.

"Good," you smile, leaning into his touch. "Don't do it much harder, though..."

Jungkook retracts his hands and pulls his shirt over his body, flinging it toward a chair.

You've seen him without his shirt on before, when he'd invite you swimming out by the lake or at the beach, but the intention behind him stripping for you arouses you. He's doing this for you.

"Claim me however you want. I am yours to touch," he massages your hands briefly before placing them on his chest. "Y/N," he sings.

"Jungkook," you reply, kissing his lips sweetly.

The sun bloomed over the horizon like a flower, its raise peeking through the clouds and beaming through the curtains of your bedroom, filling the air with a benevolent energy.

You run your hands down his torso, every ridge of his body under your touch. Finally, you hover over the edge of his underwear.

"Don't stop there," he begs. "I've needed you for so long." There's a prominent, needy quiver in his voice that reminds you that this is his first time, too.

You're anxious. Thoughts flood your mind about whether or not you'll touch him right.

"No overthinking. I want your hands around it," he speaks against the crook of your neck. He sharply gasps as he spreads his thighs for you to access his cock.

He's overcome with excitement once you've wrapped your fingers around it. His body shakes before your touch and he kisses your collar in desperate encouragement.

"Jungkook..." you breathe, stroking him with care. He hisses in response, adjusting his hips so that you feel him better.

He feels heavy in your hand, girthy and beautiful. You wouldn't have ever imagined it feeling like this. The anticipation was building to an extent far beyond what you've felt before.

"Would you let me touch you like I've been dreaming about for so many years? Would you finally allow me to replace every one of your senses with my own feeling? I want you numb to anything else but me."

"I don't think you understand. I can't stand being away from you any longer. Even if our bodies are flush against each other's, even if I'm fucking you it's not enough, I need to make love to you."

You guide his hands down your body to where your swollen cunt is flooded with your thick arousal. His fingers curl to touch you, exploring your texture before finding your entrance.

"Aahh," you moan, causing Jungkook to glance up at your pretty face.

"You're so warm,," he smiles, pecking your lips. "Ohh, it's so good...they're like rose petals?"

You nod quietly, feeling your heart in your throat as you continue to feel him. He takes your thigh and drapes it over his own, pressing your hips against his.

Both your hands are between each other now, your bodies a mess of entangled limbs. You've woven yourself into him, and he's successfully become a single entity with you.

Your eyes squeeze shut at a wave of shuttering pleasure. Jungkook, having witnessed this, hushes you while holding your face. He presses his lips to yours and leans forward, deepening the kiss.

He pulls your body on to his and carefully removes your hand from his hard cock. Instead, he pinions your thighs open for him and grinds his length on your pussy.

"Ah~!" you hiss, holding on to him tightly.

"I've never done this before either," he reminds you. "I'll be so careful with you..." Jungkook caresses your back with his thumb as he grinds languidly against you.

It's such a wonderfully strange feeling. You're burning up all over and incredibly flustered, yet you feel unashamed at the same time and increasingly desperate for an orgasm at the mercy of your husband's cock. It's incredible.

Your combined scents gradually fill the room as it humidifies. The soft and sticky textures of your skin combine to create an intimacy and sensuality you had never felt before.

Jungkook releases your upper body on to the mattress and teases the crown of his cock on your cunt. For the very first time, you're able to get a view of his dick.

His girth alarms you. You wonder if you can even accomodate for him. You're sure you're dripping on the mattress below you at this point from how much you're producing for him.

His cock glistens with your nectar. He's ready to fuck his baby into you.

You anticipate him, clutching the sheets in weak fists while breathing out slowly. You smile reassuringly at Jungkook, who is teasing the head of his cock at your cunt.

He pushes in languidly, gliding without any obstruction. Your eyes flutter back in insatiable need. Jungkook's dick stretches you beautifully, prompting a remarkable groan from him.

Tears threaten his eyes at this point as he climbs to your face to caress you. You place your thumb beneath his eye and tug gently to allow the droplets to roll down his face. He presses his forehead to yours and bucks up into you.

"It's perfect," he breathes, overcome with euphoric bliss. "Your pussy..."

He rolls his hips into your cunt, fixated on your touch. You let out a soft whimper with each thrust.

He sucks harshly at your neck, marking you as his and his only as he paints using his lips and tongue. Jungkook's hands grab your thighs and kneads them hard, a clumsy warning of his impending orgasm.

Every part of his body screams "I love you."

"Fuck-- fuck,," you whine as your entire body shakes beneath his loving touch.

With no obstruction, you convulse wildly around Jungkook's cock, coating it in your nectar. His thrusts relent, his stammering hips halting before he cums inside of you.

Afterwards, you praise and kiss each other, playfully touching and teasing each other's bodies as you enjoy each other's naked presence. You're like kids again, trampling over one another trying to capture one another in each other's arms on the bed.

Eventually, Jungkook does gain dominance over you. He holds you to his chest, and now, he has never been sure of anything more in his life: that he will never let you go.

tags: @sxtaep

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draconicsparkle · 1 year

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Back to back smols? Who could have seen that coming?

This one was suggested by Clover. Time for the first meeting story! Always fun.

But real quick, answer me this. Do you want a third smol? Or do you want to go back to big snek for the next chapter? Or maybe even a hidden third option? You choose and let me know!

It was a cold and rainy day when Hajime found himself in his living room with his classmate, doing the dreaded homework assignments. And after requesting to his host, he brought along the naga in his care.

“Thank you both again for letting us come over. I was really having trouble with this work. I have such a hard time understanding what the professor is saying. And also, I’m sure Komaru is enjoying seeing something else besides my plain and boring face,” Makoto expressed with a smile, writing down another answer.

“I disagree. You are not boring in the slightest,” Nagito called out from where he and Komaru were. Both were laying on some heated rocks under a lamp, warming up to battle the cold that the chilly rain brought in. Usually they were in Nagito’s terrarium. But the nagas had wanted to be close by so Hajime moved them to be in the living room with them. Hence why the emerald green naga could be heard when he interjected.

Makoto turned to look over at the two, smiling when he saw them both relaxed and happy on the rocks. “I appreciate it. Though I will say yours is probably nicer to look at than mine.”

Hajime smirked as he also added his input. “I can confirm his face is nice to look at. As one who has a ton of experience, I claim the title of expert.”

Even from across the room, the humans could see the tiny creature’s cheeks explode with red. He buried his face into his hands and Komaru laughed. The naga could hand out compliments all day, but couldn’t take them nearly as well.

After a few chuckles, both humans looked over to the window where it was raining buckets. “It’s really coming down. Reminds me of the day we found Komaru.”

Hajime nodded. “Same with when I first met Nagito. But I think it was storming a little worse that evening. Cold too.”

Makoto looked over with a thoughtful and curious expression. “Oh yeah, I don’t think you’ve told me how you met. What happened?”

The older of the two leaned back to rest his back against the couch, staring up at a ceiling grate. “Well, our first meeting was definitely not all smiles and cuddles. That’s for sure.”

**********

Hajime looked out the window before closing the blinds. Yup, it was nasty outside. A cold rainstorm with harsh winds. Not weather anyone would want to be inside in.

Thankfully, he had no need to go out for a while. It was the start of the weekend and he had no plans to go out. He had plenty of food and the heating was on. So he was all set for a lazy weekend in.

He sat down on his bedroom chair, leaning back on it and grabbing his phone. Might as well get his laziness started and he began scrolling through the internet and checking his messages.

This occupied his time for a good long while. And it consumed all his attention. So much so that he failed to notice anything different. Such as something moving through the vents above him, accompanied by pants and grunts.

What did break him out of his internet trance was the sound of the vent opening, yells, and something plopping right onto his head.

That stunned him into stillness, trying to figure out what had fallen on him. The thing on him was very much the same, as still and silent as it could be, aside from pants from exertion.

Carefully reaching over to his bed, he grabbed a pillow and raised it up to his head. He tilted his cranium, feeling whatever it was slid off and onto the plush surface. Just as slowly, he lowered the pillow to see the home intruder.

To his surprise, it was not anything he expected to see. Both in his room or in his life.

On the pillow lay a naga, tiny, emerald scales, sopping wet, and glaring at him while hissing. His fangs were on display and he was positioned in what he assumed was the naga version of a strike pose.

Knowing that the naga was probably terrified out of his mind, he assumed a calm expression and slowly lowered the pillow to the floor. He then made a show of backing away. “It’s okay. I have no intention to hurt you. And I won’t touch you.” He stood up, the naga’s eyes following his every move. He left the room to go to the bathroom, grabbing a hand towel.

“He must have been hiding in the vents from the storm. It’s much warmer and drier so it’s no wonder he chose that,” Hajime muttered to himself as he left the bathroom door open a crack. He returned to his room to see the naga had slithered off the pillow and was now hiding behind it. The tiny green eyes glared at him, another hiss audible while his tail tip vibrated rapidly. Hajime knew enough about snakes to know that was a sign of an agitation.

“Listen. I intend to keep my word. I will make no physical contact with you until you give consent to it. All I want to do is help you not get sick.” He placed the hand towel on the pillow, far enough away that he wasn’t in striking distance. He then backed up again and sat on his bed. “Tell me if you need anything. Food, a dry towel, a different source of warmth. Just let me know,” he offered, laying down on his bed.

He didn’t get any reply. Not that he expected one. He was sure this was not an easy experience for the tiny snake. So Hajime did his best to ease the tension by not looking over in that direction. He hoped that not having eyes on him would help to relax the naga. So he busied himself by beginning to look up facts about nagas on his phone. Their diets, their temperature preferences, what things they found comfortable. He got interesting results and he read up on the subjects as much as he could. He wasn’t sure how long the naga would have to stay here, on account of the weather being terrible. But he did intend to help it be a more comfortable one.

And when he rolled over to grab his charger, he caught a glimpse of the naga in his room. He had the towel wrapped around his shoulders and tail, shivering a little bit less now. That eased Hajime a bit. And he made a mental note to turn the temperature up the next time he was close to the thermostat.

~~~~~~~~~~

The communication between the two during the weekend and the following days were… minimal to say the least.

Hajime checked in on his guest a few times a day, asking questions and offering both food and other items to try and help. But all was refused with hisses. The naga had dragged the pillow and propped it against the wall, creating a small tunnel for him to hide in. The towel was also kept, the naga having it around him every time he saw him.

But it was clear that the tiny snake was growing more tired and hungry with each passing day. His hisses didn’t carry as much volume as the first encounter and the tail vibrations happened less and less. Until the fifth day when nothing occurred besides a tiny hiss.

Hajime wasn’t sure on what to do. He refused to break his word on not making contact. But he was running out of options. How could he show to this creature that his intentions were good?

This desperation led to him sitting near the pillow, holding plate with warm pieces of raw steak that he thought the naga could eat. And something else in a warm mug full of water that he had specially went out to buy. He took a deep breath and released it. “Hey, you have to be hungry. Do you want any of this?” he asked, placing the plate of steak near the pillow.

No movement and no sound. That was concerning. He had hoped that there would have been some reaction. But perhaps… a different type of food was necessary.

So he took the plate back and used a pair of tongs to pull out what he had in the mug, a small pinkie mouse that had been frozen earlier that he managed to thaw out. He had read that nagas were capable of eating human food, but sometimes their snake instincts would take control when weak or hungry. Therefore, it would be better to provide food that their snake side would prefer. Such as mice.

Hajime took the pinkie by the tail and carefully dangled it in front of the entrance of the pillow crevice. He wiggled it around to simulate movement too. And this ended up being the ticket, as a flash of green darted out and sank fangs into the mouse. Hajime released the tong’s grip and leaned back with a smile. “There we go. Now you can get some nutrients.”

The green eyes flashed over to him, his whole body freezing as he realized he was being watched. But Hajime already had planned to leave him be to eat, so he grabbed his things and left the room, placing the steak chunks into the fridge and leaving the dishes in the sink. He could wash them later. For now, he wanted to sit on his couch. He had a reading to do for class.

The book was boring, as a lot of college texts were. Which meant that he wasn’t all too engaged with it. And it also assisted in him hearing a miniature voice clear their throat near his feet.

Knowing only one possible reason for this, Hajime was slow in his movements as he looked down. Sure enough, the naga was there, staring up at him with a defensive, but curious expression. “Why? Why are you doing this?” he asked, voice raspy from little use.

“Why what? Providing you shelter? Feeding you? Leaving you be when not trying to get you to eat?”

“All of it. It doesn’t make sense to me. Humans are cruel hunters. So why are you being… so nice?” The naga pulled the hand towel tighter around himself, as if trying to provide some comfort.

Hajime shrugged. “I know this may seem unbelievable, but I only want to help you get better. I try to help when someone is in trouble. No matter what the species. That’s just who I am.” He leaned over carefully, happy when the naga didn’t hiss or back away. He also took note that the midsection of his snake half was a bit more plump. “You can leave whenever you want. I'm just glad that I was able to find something you could eat. Was it enough? I have more for you if you need another. Got a whole package.”

The green reptilian eyes widened. “You… got the mice… just for me?”

Hajime nodded. “I would be a pretty terrible host if I couldn’t properly feed my guests.”

“You see me as a guest? Not a pest or animal?” The naga looked dumbfounded, as if the idea was entirely alien.

“That’s right,” Hajime confirmed. “So do tell me if there’s anything I can do to make your stay easier. I'm at your service.”

The naga blushed a little, looking off to the side. He then caught sight of the window, an idea sparking. But it took a little before he ultimately voiced this. “If… if you are telling the truth… there is… one thing I would like.”

That intrigued the human, who raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What is it?”

Clasping his own wrist hard to calm himself, the naga looked over to him again. “I would like to request to… see outside the window. But don’t get any funny ideas! I will bite if I think you are up to something!” he warned, baring his venomous fangs for him to see.

That… had not been a request he expected. But he was still fine to do so. He would admit that the threat of being bitten was a bit nerve wracking, but he still nodded and carefully lowered his hand to the floor. “I can do that. I’ll go slow. And I’ll be extremely vigilant about my movements.”

The emerald snake stared long and hard at the hand offered to him. He seemed to be psyching himself up. But after a few minutes of patience, the creature finally moved towards him. The scales made contact with his skin, sliding effortlessly across as the tail wrapped around his wrist and fingers to provide stability. Once he was sure of the naga’s position, Hajime raised his hand as gently as he could, keeping an eye on the reactions of the small one he was carrying.

He raised him up to the window, positioning him directly in the sunlight. Almost instantly, the tension the naga had melted once he saw and felt the sunlight. “The rain is gone. And it’s so pretty outside with the moisture reflecting the light. And so so warm. Perfect for basking.” He relaxed, his coils drooping as he smiled. “You are truly lucky to have such a nice view. Not as much human development in this direction. Lots of sunlight here. I could easily sleep here for hours.”

Hajime was a bit surprised as how talkative the naga had become once he was comfortable. But it was certainly not a bad thing. “I’m glad to help. By the way, what’s your name? Mine’s Hajime.”

The snake person broke his stare at the outdoors to look at him again. “I guess you have earned the right to know mine. It’s Nagito.”

Hajime smiled. “Nagito the naga. It suits you.”

He actually got a smile back before Nagito looked back outside. “Now then, we shall stay here in the sun for a while. You don’t mind, do you?”

**********

“And then he never left,” Hajime concluded, shrugging his shoulders with a grin. “Guess the appeal of being pampered and looked after was too great in comparison to life outdoors.”

Both he and Makoto glanced over to the bright green snake, who nodded lazily. “I can get whatever I want and need here. The choice was obvious. Now I never go hungry. And Hajime makes incredible food. I’ll probably have a hard time going back to raw prey after all I’ve experienced.”

Komaru agreed. “Everything Makoto makes is much much better than what I had in the wild. I never want to go back.”

Then the two dropped off back to sleep, practically melting in the warmth. The humans gazed at the cute sight for a little longer before turning back to their work.

“We are lucky as well,” Makoto commented.

Hajime hummed. “That is very true. But sadly, not lucky enough to avoid homework. Come on, let’s get this done before dinner.”

Makoto groaned, but picked up his pen again. “Fine, fine.”

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#danganronpa #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #komahina #au #fanfic #drabble #g/t #gtronpa #naga

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gaysimpsstuff · 3 years

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can you write a drabble of s/o age regressing after a scary situation and maybe hawks or dabi (whatever you feel) hugging them and just general fluff and comfort? I totally understand if you don't wanna write this so no pressure!!

Yeppers! As someone who experiences something similar to age regression/ little space, this will be based on my own experiences

Genre: Hurt/comfort

Type: headcanons/drabble

Warnings: Age regression/little space, crying, Manga spoilers for Dabi's backstory, reader being adorable

Other: I'm not %100 sure if I'd call my experience 'little space,' it's something that only showed up in the past year or so. Also, I usually only go into 'little space' when I'm very happy or comfortable or I'm doing something childish, and even after talking to people who actually age regress, I'm not sure what to call my experience.

Fluff Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

Touya Todoroki/Dabi-

I feel like he doesn't understand it at first; like mans has never even heard of people who age regress until he met you.

When you first mentioned it to him, he was so confused.

"Okay so- hang on what?"

The first time you actually do it in front of him he literally has no idea what to do, he's so confused and probably more scared than you are.

He has the best intentions, but he did lock you in a room and call Toga for advice when you started to cry.

When you got big again, you were pissed.

And reasonably so.

It took a while, but he eventually got used to your little space and figured out what to do when you did this.

There was a point where he tried to deny how cute he thought it was- you acting like a child and doing childlike things.

He uses it as an opportunity to atone for the things he did as a child to his younger siblings, and as a way to feel like he can actually take care of something.

"Y/n, I'm back!" The door swung shut behind him as he stepped into your apartment, looking around, he couldn't see you. The whole place was a mess, books torn off their shelves and even some broken dishes in the kitchen.

Dabi frowned, he'd seen your apartment like this a couple of times before, usually what happens when you absolutely can't take it anymore.

He peeked inside your room, finding you sprawled on top of the sheets with your clothes still on, fast asleep.

He wished you'd called him, he knew he told you he was on a mission and not to bother him but if you had called he would've dropped anything and everything to appear by your side to comfort you throughout whatever caused this. He crept into your bedroom quietly, pulling the blankets you had kicked onto the ground up and over your body, turning the lights off.

He sighed, grabbing the broom and sweeping up the glass from the broken plate, and throwing it away. He put everything back in its place, even vacuuming the carpet so it was nice and soft when you woke up.

He was just finishing wiping down the counters when he heard you coming out of the bedroom. He turned his head to see you waddling towards him, rubbing your eyes and yawning.

"Touya?" you murmured, looking up at him "What are you doing here?"

"I live here too, y'know, it's only natural I come here in my free time," he explained. He felt your arms wrap around him, face pressing into his back.

"Warm..." your voice was soft, and he had to stop himself from burying his face into his arms to escape from the pure ball of cuteness that was hugging him. "Wanna cuddle."

He glanced over his shoulder at you, finding you staring up at him with a pout on your face, oh yeah you were definitely in 'smol mode' as he sometimes called it.

"Wanna cuddle, hm? Sorry baby you gotta wait until I'm finished cleaning."

"Nooooooo" you whined, slowly sliding down his body until you were clutching his leg. "Want cuddles!"

"Just let me fini-"

"Do that later! Cuddles now!"

Dabi chuckled, pressing a hand to his face.

"I can't- I just can't you're too cute like this." He shook his head, laughing now. "Okay fine, I'll cuddle you ya clingy lil baby~"

"Yayyy!" you were on your feet a moment later, arms in the air, giggling "I wanna wear your coat!" you pointed at his jacket, and he chuckled again, shrugging it off his shoulders and flinging it onto your back, helping your arms into the sleeves that were just a little too big for your body.

He pressed his lips against your forehead, looking down at you, he only saw pure love and admiration staring back up at you.

He had to protect this little bundle of joy in his life, this human that made him feel so happy, he would never let anything bad happen to you. When you were big again, he'd ask you what happened, and he'd make sure you'd call him if you were ever stressed.

But he did like the adorable faces you made when you were little.

Keigo Takami/Hawks-

He's a pro hero, he's done his research; so he knows what 'little space' is before he meets you.

But I can promise the commission probably made it seem like something gross, but you're his partner, he knows you're not some horrible person, so maybe he understands age regression wrong.

So.

Many.

Questions.

Like constant questions- it almost feels like he's interrogating you, like seriously it's getting old, Keigo

But he's so precious you kind of have to answer his questions.

Like Dabi, he finds you acting little to be the most adorable thing in the world, sometimes he leaves kid's stuff around the house hoping to trigger your little space so he can hold you and play with you.

He thinks of it as practice for when the two of you have children

The one day Keigo has off, to regrow his wings, all he really wants to do it sleep. Just lay in bed, wrapped up in his blankets and just dream and nap and snore and do nothing.

But little ole you had other plans.

"Keigooooooooo!"

The blonde bird boy shot upright in bed upon hearing your distressed call. He sped down the hall into the living room, panicked, only to find you sitting on the carpet with a box of crayons next to you, a coloring book open, page half filled in.

You looked up at Keigo with wide tear-filled eyes, shakily holding up the blue crayon snapped in half. Your lower lip quivered as you whimpered.

"I-it broke!" you cried, "I'm sorry it broke, Kei!" Keigo melted on the spot, slightly annoyed that you woke him up for something so small, but also-

Holy fuck you were just the cutest thing in the world.

He hoped your only stress would forever be broken crayons.

"It's okay, Y/n, things break sometimes, you're not in trouble." he cooed, sitting down next to you and patting your head.

"But- but it broke!" you exclaimed, sniffling

"It still functions though, doesn't it?" He scooched the coloring book closer to you, and you pressed the pointed end of the crayon against the paper, coloring the smiling puppy dog's nose blue.

You lit up, a bright smile spreading across your face, you cheered, bouncing up and down and hugging Keigo.

"It still works! It still works, Kei!" he giggled, holding you close to his body and enjoying the way you laughed.

"That's right! There's nothing that can't be resolved!" He pressed a kiss to your cheek, but couldn't hold himself back from attacking your entire face with little kisses.

"Keiiii noooo that tickles!" you giggled, pushing at him gently.

"One more? Please, baby?" he pleaded, pouting a little.

"Okiii!" you sat up, pressing your lips to his, pulling back with a laugh. "Can I have a juice box?"

"Of course," Keigo's face softened, you were just too precious, too cute, to perfect.

He really did hope the only thing you'd ever worry about was the crayon.

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babyyweebbitch · 3 years

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🥺 yes, this is freaking adorable, I feel bad for making y’all cry with my last post 😭 IM STILL SORRY HERES SOMETHING CUTE

TW // None

Genre // fluff ; fluff ; fluff

Characters : Piers Nivans ; Chris Redfield ; Albert Wesker

Piers Nivans

🧍🏾‍♀️ y’all-

Piers loves how small you are compared to him.

You’re so smol 🥺 AHHHHHHH

He loves being big spoon btw

He likes to tease you about how small you are compared to him, he has a ton of mirror pictures of you two where you’re either hugging him or standing in front of him.

He asks you to either post them or show them to Chris (you two trust Chris more than anything). You tell him he can’t post them because you’re scared of the internet. But you say he can show Chris

He also loves how shy you are but also hates it because it’s easy to take advantage of you

So you two have been dating for a few months now and he’s told you to always make yourself at home whenever your over. You have a habit of asking permission to do something before actually doing it because (is shy ppl get spooked)

Everytime you ask ‘ can I make (food) ‘ ‘can I drink some of the (drink) you have ‘ he one; exploads from how cute you are. Two; always tells you, you don’t need to ask

You usually never talk to other people besides him. But sometimes you get hell shy and quiet around him he explodes

Whenever you have friends over at his house and you’re with him you’re always next to him and SILENT af.

There was this time in the mall this guy kept trying to talk to you and you looked very uncomfortable but didn’t know how to say ‘stop talking to me’ so you just stood there

He almost killed someone that day

Piers is also super protective of you because of how shy, smol and quiet you are. So whenever he’s on a mission he has either Sherry or one of the girls from the BSAA watch over you.

He would let Chris or Finn watch over you but… mans a little possessive and can’t STAND you alone with another man for god knows how long

He knows you would never do such a thing but he still thinks about it and it hurts him to think of a world without you in it forever

🥺 —————————— 🥺

Chris Redfield

Big boi, smol s/o 😀

Chris absolutely ADORES how small you are because it’s easy to pick you up

He literally engulfs you when he hugs you

Cuddling with him is amazing dude. His favourite position is with you ontop of him and watching movies together

Like piers he takes a lot of pictures with you to together. He just never posts them or show them to anyone because you’re his 😡 GRR ARF ARF

🧍🏾‍♀️Anyway-

Because of how shy and quiet you tend to be around other people he’s 200x more protective of you, hes probably more protective than Piers

I mean man is kinda known for punching boulders so 👀 man can punch someone if needed. He almost did until you stopped him 😀 (almost got the 1-2 Disney channel flow)

PLS 😭 IM SORRY IM HORRIBLE OMFG

Sometimes when you feel uncomfy whenever someone is trying to let’s say get your number, you hide behind Chris.

Whenever he’s on a mission he has Claire or Sherry keep you company. Just like piers he can’t stand you being alone with another man

He’d go on a Boulder punching spree if he found alone with another man

I had no idea what to write for Chris honestly-

🥺 ——————————— 🥺

Albert Wesker

It took a while for Albert to warm up to you

When he finally did, man never left you alone. Not in a clingy way but in a protective way

He’s used to being bigger than people because 👁👄👁 *insert picture of shirtless Wesker*

Anyway-

He looks like the type to be annoyed with you if you were overly shy and quiet but he’s surprisingly not

Behind closed doors he’s hella patient with you. And because he’s super human you’re still kinda intimidated by him and scared he’ll do something

He’s a completely different person behind closed doors

But he’s super kind and sweet and gentle with you.

When you two aren’t in the comfort of your own house he asks mean and doesn’t talk much, you think it’s genuine but when y’all get home he tells you he had to keep a certain image

There was this time this guy was making you uncomfy and let’s just say he completely disappeared the next day and Wesker acted as if he had NO idea what happened

I’m conclusion — Albert is very soft

I had no idea what to write again 😭😭

This of horrible I’m sorry 😭😭 it’s late

#resident evil 6 #resident evil #resident evil 5 #Chris Redfield #piers Nivans #Albert Wesker #chris redfield x reader #piers nivans x reader #albert wesker x reader #resident evil x reader #resident evil village #fluff

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postwarlevi · 2 years

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Wooow over a month since the last self ship?!

Since I'm not really writing (my bad) let's get back to this for now!

It's spring date time! Back to regular questions eventually.

Just put how the date would go with your self ship :)

Some of these might be self indulgent. You're very welcome to send me ideas for future shipping!

Who are you self shipping?

1 Farmers market

2 Picnic

3 Outdoor play/movie in the park

4 Paintball

5 Bike riding/tandem bikes

6 Scenic walk/hike

7 Strawberry/fruit picking

8 Dessert/ice cream parlor

9 Stargazing

10 Road trip

Bonus question: Were do you go on your road trip?

Other self ships on my masterlist!

tagging: @levisbrat25 @hauntedhousecat @levi-supreme @theferricfox @thesimpsstuff @antoxsmith @ackersbride @ack3rlady @smol-stone @sckerman @starryenigma @happybird16 @holy-guacamoly @jayteacups @levmada @levis-hazelnut @cookiefics @nelapanela94 @m-jelly @lucysarah-c

Tagging who I think will like this, no pressure! Anyone can join!!

I wrote a novel I'm so sorry LOL!

Who are you self shipping?

Levi

1 Farmers market

One of our favorite things to do when it's not too hot! We dress casual and he always likes my sun dresses. Come home with way more produce then we could possibly use and wind up freezing fruit and making dishes with lots of left overs. We finally bought a folding grocery cart because it gets to heavy to carry everything! Levi always gets some fresh flowers for me, and we look at the plants for our garden. Stop and get the local honey and eggs, among other things. Usually stop for more soaps and tea. Always take a nap once we get home. Levi I insist. "Can't you go half a day without sleeping?" But I whine and pull him along, not that he's putting up a fight.

2 Picnic

This one is special for us and happens usually a couple times a month. It's always a very nice time and we pack up some treats in an old fashion picnic basket, grab a blanket and head out. Find a spot under some shade and sit close while snacking and talking softly. Levi usually winds up laying down with his head in my lap when we finish eating and lets me play with his hair. Almost falls asleep because of how peaceful it is. Once I got him to sleep and gently put flowers all over him and when he sat up was very confused when they all fell off. He was only out for ten minutes but swore he had a dream that he was a flower seller on the streets, like Eliza Doolittle from My Fair Lady.

3 Outdoor play/movie in the park

We'd probably do this as long as it's not going to be too crowded. We bring folding chairs and a small tote of snacks and things to clean up with. We eat a meal beforehand because Levi is not eating from the food trucks. Also brings bug spray, sanitizer and a flashlight for the walk back to the car, just to be safe. Glares at families with kids running around disturbing others even though we tried to stay away from everyone.

4 Paintball

Levi does this because I ask 100 times. He's not happy. We don't use the shooter but just throw them. Levi barely tries to hit me because he knows it could hurt. It's not my favorite thing, however the looks on Levis face when he's hit with pinks, blues and yellows is hysterical. He threatens to make me pay for it later, but I don't know what he means since he only actually hits me twice. :) We don't do this again lol. "We're showering the second we get home." "We?" He doesn't answer.

5 Bike riding/tandem bikes

Tandem biking goes okay, he sits in front and does a lot of the work and asks if I'm doing okay a lot. I can't always hear him since he's in front and usually just give a positive response. He realizes what is going on when he asks if I want a break or to just keep going and I just say yes. On regular bikes he goes slow and makes sure I'm in the inside if we're near a street. We go in the morning before it gets too warm.

6 Scenic walk/hike

We try hiking and each bring a bag and snacks and water but turns out I'm not great at going uphill. Paths are a different story and we hold hands and stop a lot to admire running water or interesting looking trees. Levi makes sure I stay hydrated if we're on the trail for a long time but that just means I have to use the bathroom, so more stops. He never complains though.

7 Strawberry/fruit picking

Levi doesn't even try to stop me anymore when I go on a fruit picking frenzy, he just wiling holds the bag/bucket. "We have enough now, right?" "No, no, just a few more rows!" Really he doesn't mind, whether it's berries or, his favorite, apples, because we're going to make some yummy stuff with them.

8 Dessert/ice cream parlor

We come here on discount night to bring some home, but also eat a cone while we're here. Levi has to stop me from overloading with toppings. While we sit and eat I forget to actually eat since we're talking and Levi rolls his eyes at me, but it's done so fondly. "Can't bring you anywhere without making a mess." He holds my cone so I can wipe up the drips on my hand, and won't give it back without a kiss. "Yum, chocolate." He'll say with a smile, while I get a taste of vanilla.

9 Stargazing

We'll go for a late night drive away from the city lights and lay back on the hood of the car to get a better view. While I'm busy trying to make pictures from the stars, Levi is getting really scientific with star facts. I have no idea where he's got all this from (Hange) and he doesn't even realize I'm looking at him with a smile. Once he does he'll stop mid sentence and blush and look away. I tell him it's okay, even if I don't really understand everything, and tell him to help me find Orion. Which he does in under a minute.

10 Road trip

Sometimes we take the highway, sometimes the backroads when we're not in a hurry. Usually he has two hands on the wheel but sometimes Levi take one hand off to hold mine or put his on my leg. Classic rock and roll and sometimes country music get played a lot. We play a few rounds of Never Have I Ever and Would You Rather and he comes up with the most ridiculous questions, usually about hygiene. "Would you rather never wash your hair again or never wear deodorant again?" He keeps telling me this is not a test. After we stop to eat I insist on a new game.

Bonus question: Were do you go on your road trip?

A quiet mountain destination away from everyone.

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Who are you self shipping? Jean (doing both!)

1 Farmers market

We love this one! We do get produce, he insists on an entire flat of strawberries every time (the way he eats them they barely last the week) also lots of bakery items and dried pastas. Depending on what time we go will sometimes get breakfast or pizza from a food truck. We also like looking for hand crafted gifts for friends. One of us is always looking for a new hat, and once in a while we bring our dog. He gets so excited to see the vendors with the peanut butter dog treats! We grab food to go when we're ready to leave and start eating on the drive home.

2 Picnic

This is rare but the spontaneity of it makes me love him even more. It can be during the day but sunset by the water is more likely. Jeans just made an amazing meal and brings a fancy blanket and dishes and glasses like we're at a fine dining restaurant. Very romantic until this fool gets into his playful side and starts throwing cherry tomatoes at me. "You're ruining dinner!" He doesn't care. "It's MY dinner" The next thing you know food is flying and dishes are being knocked over and I can't even be mad cause we're laughing so hard. We bring dessert back and save it for after we've cleaned up and gotten the blanket in the wash.

3 Outdoor play/movie in the park We'll bring both chairs and a blanket and pillows so we can be comfortable and go back and forth between the two. Others might be annoyed at how much space we take up, but they should have gotten here sooner! Might grab food from nearby first but will bring our own snacks and drinks in plastic bags that can be used for trash. We bring a card game to play while waiting for it to get dark.

4 Paintball

I have to be honest, I don't know if I want to play paint ball with this guy. I feel like he'd really try to get at me while I shriek and run away because I don't want it to hurt since we're using the shooters. I basically cry after the second hit and Jean stands there and let's me get in a freebie and it makes me feel slightly better. We wind up teaming up against another couple and Jean shields me from most of their hits. We take a bath together later.

5 Bike riding/tandem bikes

We try tandem biking with me in front to steer and Jean in back to help peddle but turns out that's wrong, and we end up in tiny arguments most of the way since I get distracted. IDK what the heck he's yelling about, I only went off course four times. Anyway, he's worse at regular biking because I swear he forgets I can't go as fast as him and while I'm trying to catch up he's having a conversation with no one. "Babe, when did you get all the way back there?" This fool *rolls eyes*

6 Scenic walk/hike

Same as before, Jean is fit, I am not. But he continues to try to get me to hike and is always encouraging, and puts me on his back if it gets to much. "Come on, I got you, you're done for now." Scenic walks are extremely comfortable and we have conversations about the future usually. There's lots of hand squeezes and stops for hugs and kisses.

7 Strawberry/fruit picking

We love strawberry picking. I still say strawberries are his favorite fruit. We spend a couple hours in the field, each with our own bucket. We make it a competition on who can gather the best ones in a certain amount of time. Honestly we both win because we come away with 11 pounds of fruit and spend the weekend looking up recipes and baking together.

8 Dessert/ice cream parlor

We come here on make your own sundae night and make each other a sundae at the bar. We know what the other likes and usually end up eating out of both our bowls. Chocolate and strawberry go very well together. Sometimes for fun we'll dress up fancy and act proper. The staff engages and calls us sir and madam. We give a nice tip.

9 Stargazing

This is our favorite, because it's how we got together. Meteor showers laying on the blanket are the best and we lose count of how many we've seen because we can't stop telling each other that we ARE each others wishes and share lots of kisses "Oh, there's one! Kiss!" "Jean, there wasn't-" "Yes there was." and now we're kissing again and miss yet another one...yeah we can get really gushy sometimes. It's sickening LOL!

10 Road trip

Yes, let's go! We're blasting rock music from Bob Segar to Queen and head bang our way down the highway. Jean accepts if I switch it up to female driven vocals and if it's something like Katy Perry he'll sing in a higher voice with me. We're both terrible. He constantly asks me to look through the snack bag, since I'm the queen on road trip snacks, and soon our trash bag is filled with left over orange peels and granola bar wrappers. "Hey babe, can we stop somewhere?" He goes through the snacks so fast we have to hit a drive through.

Bonus question: Were do you go on your road trip?

Disneyland! Resort and activities booked, the whole thing is planned for a few days!

#eliza tag game #tag games #tag game #tag.game #tag.games #self ship #anime self ship #eliza interacts

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antivancastle · 2 years

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Happy Friday!

For DADWC, would love to see your take on one of the Tol/Smol prompts "Embrace". I didn't see any specific pairings on your masterpost so feel free to choose whichever of your OCs this works best with!

Thank you and happy writing!

Hi, thank you for the prompt! i hope you like this. it’s a little short becase i’m out of practice, but here’s some zevwarden. as a reference, i imagine zevran being around 5’6 or 5’7 and elena around 5’10. i feel like she likes picking people up during hugs tbh, she probably does it to alistair too. this is set after awakening.

For: @dadrunkwriting

Characters: Elena Cousland, Zevran Arainai

Words: 367

Prompt: [ EMBRACE ] for the taller muse to lift the shorter muse off the ground when they hug.

It’s not raining yet, but the sky is heavy with dark clouds. The busy dock is filled with frenzied people, engrossed each in their own task, and Elena Cousland is leaning against the outer wall of a random warehouse, arms crossed and gaze searching.

The warm brown cloak she’s wearing hides most of her armor, but does nothing to assuage her intimidating presence, made worse by the hood obscuring the top half of her face. The people walking around her do not look at her for long enough to see how she’s worrying at her lips with her teeth, almost bursting with barely hidden anticipation.

Despite her best efforts, it’s Zevran who sees her first, while stepping out of the finally docking boat. His own cloak, black, hides his features well, not out of place in the crowd of people trying to protect themselves from the imminent rain.

She notices him only when he’s already halfway to her position, and a smile lights up her face while she quickly walks the rest of the space with purposeful steps.

“Zevran!” She leans down to hug him, her arms easily slipping under his own and around his torso, in a gesture familiar to the both of them.

“Ah! it is good to see you again, my dear Warden.” His voice is warm, and some of the longing he had felt for her in the past few years easily slips through.

Elena straightens her back without letting go of the hug, gently lifting Zevran off the ground. He doesn’t hesitate in crossing his legs behind her back, running his hand in the soft waves of her hair. They don’t move for a long moment, ignoring the few curious stares they get from the people who swiftly avoid them to keep moving from one side of the dock to the other.

They separate at the same time, then, Zevran gently jumping and landing on both of his feet, and Elena speaks without wasting time.

“Come, I’ll show you to the tavern. We leave in two days, so we’ll have time to talk.”

“Very well, amore. Lead the way.” Zevran links his arm with hers, and they leave, walking just a little too close to each other.

#oc: elena cousland #the warden #zevran arainai #zevwarden #da:o #dragon age origins #my writing #m

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damselofblueroses · 3 years

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The Name of The Rose

Summary: Your study-buddy Doh Kyungsoo comes with you for a long-awaited trip to Tokyo, Japan. There is a tension between you, however both of you decided to build a friendship instead of a relationship.

Chapter Summary: Kyungsoo takes you to a little noodle shop. Both of you were becoming aware of your own feelings, and during the dinner you were having some interesting conversations.

Content: Unestablished relationship, AU, Hurt/Comfort, Anger, Slight Violence, Emotional Complications and Healing.

Warnings: Well, the story contains NSFW/Smut, please minors do not continue.

Note: This story was inspired by D.O.’s album, Empathy, the album of 2021 in my opinion. It is an ongoing mini project, I planned to write it as a one-shot when I started, however I realized there are a lot to say about Empathy Era and I cannot stop shut my mouth, or prevent myself from writing… So, here we go.

Chapter Word Count: 6.7k

Chapter 2: The Hunter and the Goddess

You did not know how far Kyungsoo was planning to hold your hand like a treasure. You did not know if he was just enjoying the time then kick you out or he was going to change something between you, as holding hands or asking weird questions did not have a place in your relationship till now. What if he was planning something you never dare to think of? Maybe he’d encourage you to try new things since you were the one who telling that you were bored to death. What kind of new things was the first questions popped up in your mind, you knew Kyungsoo too well, that innocent school kid look was half true, he could put everyone in shame if he wanted to perform his charm and knowledge.

And you, unfortunately, knew that he was quite popular not only for his good-looking or his brain, but also some talents.

But you realized then that if he wanted to give you a demonstration, you would happily accept and let him to use those talents you really tried your best in order to keep yourself from questioning. If the man was Kyungsoo, you could be pathetically submissive and always eager to please him that you would do anything he wanted just to hear him telling you how good you were for him.

You exactly understood the assignment more than you asked for, the whole situation you were willingly putting yourself without an indicator was nothing but stupid, reckless, and risky to your mental and emotional health. There was a real threat ahead of you, if you were going to be over the moon and let yourself to dream the things you certainly could not reach, you would not overcome, and you were going to destroy your friendship with Kyungsoo.

Maybe that’s why you started to shake like stuck inside a blizzard. Kyungsoo sensed it, too. Maybe he thought it was very strange singe you were in the mid of fucking August and the weather was like a preparation room before entering to Hell, however he chose to keep his observation to himself, and he let your hand go.

You could scream.

God, you could scream so bad because of the loss of that bloody precious sensation.

Before you would say something, hell like you could do, he run his hand through your arm and drag you closer to his chest.

“It is about air conditioner.” he said, but in the blink of an eye all you could feel was the warmness, and how good his smell was. “And your little blue dress is literally little.”

His palm contacted your bare skin, the tip of his fingers were close to your neck, his touch was heavy, hot and it had you breathing a little bit faster than usual.

“Of course, my dress is little,” you attempted to save yourself from the misery. “I know it sounds impossible, but I am shorter even than you, Kyungsoo.”

“So funny you are.” the sudden look he gave you made your stomach flipped. “Sometimes I feel like I have to teach you not crossing my limits, I am a man after all.”

“What are you going to do?” you playfully whispered. “Bend me over your knees?”

“You have a point over there.” he was serious. “I would like to do.”

You hoped he did not mean it.

“I just say the truth.” you could not help but push him further. “Since when telling the truth is a sin? Cancel me if you want but sweet Jesus, Soo, you know you are smol.”

“Depends on which point you want to compare me with the other guys.” he claimed. “You never had a proper taste of me, darling girl, I am just a friend to you.”

Well, his comment hurt you, but you bit your tongue and quickly sealed a lid on the boiling heat inside of you. Your fingers rub at your forehead.

Proper taste of Kyungsoo, you thought, there was no beat of hesitation in your mind, you would willingly die for having a proper taste of him.

“Headache?” he asked and reached into his bag most probably he brought painkiller for you. Kyungsoo knew you to the bits, more than anyone else, he could read you like you were an open book to him. But this time, you wanted to keep it to yourself.

“No.” you nod. “How many destinations we have to arrive?”

“2 or 3. I am not sure,” he looked at around. “Most probably two. Are you hungry that much?”

“Yes, I am starving.” it was not a lie, you were really starving but not for food. Coming to Japan with Kyungsoo was a bad idea, you had never been unstable like this before. The invisible barrier between you and him made you mad. You knew that you were not one to unload the feelings onto someone, instead, you rarely bring them up, only when it was extremely unbearable for your heart. When you feel like explode. When you feel like suffocating. When the suffer become a load to carry.

To your dismay, you felt all of them right now.

“On your foot, soldier.” he carefully lowered his arm off your shoulder. “We came.”

“Okey.” you pull yourself to your feet and hurry to leave the bus. Kyungsoo pressed into the button, you step into the fresh air. “Now, to where?”

“This way.” he arched his brow and you two walked into the noodle restaurant in a quite silence. Your head was throbbing, heavier than usual with all those thoughts, hopes, secrets that you were keeping inside of you for a long time. You hardly realize that you reached to the place, but when Kyungsoo opened the door for you, you managed to save yourself from trouble.

The place smelled too good to be true. The smell of fresh noodles, side dishes made you dizzy, the cuteness of place as well itself.

Smol like Kyungsoo, you thought but you did not say this, you just looked for a table to sit. You turned to him, but he already found a place for you and held your fucking hand again. He did not think about his move, it was so obvious, he just did. Your heart was pondering while he headed to the corner of shop, more intimate with dim lights.

“We cannot be comfortable with those lights.” he pointed the roof out. “There are so bright for us. Is this table okey?”

“Yip yip.” you were disctracted by the pleasure of yummy smells. “I can feel the taste on my tongue even from these smells! Let’s sit!”

Kyungsoo chuckled to your enthusiasm, he knew that he’s being tormented by his inappropriate thoughts, but he could not stop thinking about you. Would you smile like this if he tells you how much he adores you for fucking years? Would you smile so gently like you smile when you see a blue rose or your smile was going to be fade like when you learned your grandfather passed away?

Kyungsoo shivered with the memory. It was the last thing he would want to recall, he wished to see you never ever like that. You could not smile for months.

But he could not prevent remembering your skin. So soft and so warm to the touch and your fucking lips, so plump, pink, pouty and always calling him to kiss you.

You looked so pretty today, it was not you were not pretty in general but today Kyungsoo felt like you were his, all his. There was no Baekhyun, no Chanyeol, no Jongdae which means peace to him because when you three came together, the only word could describe was cacophony, no one. He loved them more than any friends, but he secretly preferred having time just for you two. Just you and Kyungsoo. He could watch your excitement for a while, you were like a bird whose trying to decide where to set. He was waiting for the show you were going to put, when the waitress brought the menu, you brightly smiled to her and duck your head into it while unintentionally dancing.

Kyungsoo loved you more than he could tell for this. Being yourself in every situation.

You were bathed in the dim yellow light, and Kyungsoo clearly saw your upper half above the table. Navy blue cotton clung to your chest, tighter than Kyungsoo wished, that square cut-out revealed your pale skin and the blue necklace you wore was elegantly stayed above your collarbone. Kyungsoo could not define but your collarbone definitely doing something to him. He remembered that necklace with a blue, tiny rose, he gave it to you in your 23rd birthday.

He wished he could tell you that you were prettier even than blue roses.

Years passed out so quick, but Kyungsoo could not tell you how much he desired you during all those years.

He watched you, forgetting to blink. His gaze shifting over you, washing you with his admiration from head to toe. You were clueless, he knew that you were not aware of his feelings for you, but he was grateful for being able to absorb the extent of your beauty. Maybe you were not the prettiest girl of the town, for his eyes, you were the chef kiss for sure. He remembered he wanted to punch Chanyeol in the face for his comments when you got your pixie haircut, you were not looking like manly as he nonchalantly said, Kyungsoo never think he could find short hair as attractive but hell, he loved your new style. And your eyes, your goddam eyes, so big, outlined in carbon black liner that made your eyelids covered with a shimmery shadow.

You looked fucking gorgeous, and Kyungsoo was extremely vulnerable to your beauty. You gave him really hard times, literally and figuratively. And to his dismay, he fucking liked his bonds to you like he was an addicted.

“Have you decided on the orders?” Kyungsoo heard the waitress again and turned to her as he woke up from a dream. He realized he forgot to look at menu, before he could open it, you lifted your head and looked at him.

Damn you.

Damn your eyes.

Damn your lips.

“Did you?” you murmured. “I did.”

Kyungsoo could not get your lips out of his head, if he could, he would also decide what he was going to have. Godfuckingdamnit, he just wanted to drag you into his lap and kiss you fervently. Maybe you could understand how he has been feeling since fucking years if he would kiss you. He just wanted to ravage you like a starved man, and he fucking was.

“I want Inaniwa Udon.” you said as you were waiting for his reply. “And sake, if it is possible.”

Why not, he thought. As long as you were with him, he could allow you to drink as much as you wanted. Thinking you drinking without Kyungsoo gave him really heart attack, he knew you were not famous of having high alcohol tolerance.

“I will have Ramen Meat Tsukasa.” he smiled to the waitress. “Do you serve sake?”

“Yes, we do.” the waitress replied. She was very kind, and she was also smiling to your little dance figures. “Do you want two bottles, or one is enough?”

“I think one is enough for now.” Kyungsoo said this as a question to you, you hummed. “Maybe we will have another later.”

“Okey, I will bring your orders as soon as they are ready. Have a nice time.” the waitress made a little bow to both of you and rushed back to the kitchen.

“So, do you like the restaurant?” Kyungsoo asked to you. At his words, your smile widened, and the stars became visible in your eyes. Kyungsoo felt he started to melt inside.

“I love these tiny places.” you whispered sheepishly. “You know how much I love them, Kyungsoo.”

Yeah, Kyungsoo knew your preferences very well. What he did not know was the power your whisper has on him. It gave him electroshocks, he felt like a wriggling worm. He immediately fantasized on more intimate scenarios which you could whisper his name and God, he hated himself for that, but he could not stop. To be honest, even if it meant self-hatred, he did not want stop thinking about you. He loved to think about you far too much although he was perfectly aware of his mind wandering around extremely dangerous territory.

“For a second,” you stood up. “I have to use bathroom, excuse me.”

“Yeah.” that was his best shot since you started to walk because he did not see your back in this dress. His eyes followed you until you disappeared, drunk the sway of your hips. Kyungsoo’s opinion of your dress quickly changed, and he cursed Sehun under his breath, the cotton fabric wrapped your curves and gradually hugged your body till a hand above the knee, it multiplied your summer rose vibe.

He decided to steal that dress and set it on fire, fuck that dress, God, he hated it.

Kyungsoo wondered what was going to happen to him when you decided to go out with a guy. Not today, his mind reminded him but one day you were going to hang out with someone. Someone, but not him.

He squeezed his fingers just as he would strangle an invisible neck of unnamed enemy.

Actually, you went out for some dates in the past, but none of them worked for you. Kyungsoo vividly remembered how horrible those nights were for him till he could hear the story from you. To be honest, you were secretive about those dates, you did not give him details but he learned it did not work for you, it was enough.

Till now.

He did not want to admit it, but he was curious as fuck, why those dates did not work. What happened, why you were so adamant of not going out while you were extremely clever and pretty? Unfortunately, Kyungsoo was aware of not only your impacts on him but also on community. You were quite popular among the guys.

He was dying to learn the reason of your consecutive rejections, maybe it was about your taste of men. Maybe you were liking older guys, maybe you were liking younger ones, maybe you were preferring foreigners. Scenarios, choices, and possibilities were a lot, and Kyungsoo hated the truth to the bits, even though you had no idea how charming you were both physical and emotional, you could make a man falling love with you in the blink of an eye.

He hated it too much. He hated because he strongly believed that if you could think of him as a potential lover even for once, you would do something to make him fall for you.

You never try. You were always far from him, and he was already in enough pain because of the distance between you, even you were just beside of him.

“I am back!” your voice dragged him out of his dark thoughts. For a second, he thought he could beg you to tell him how you saw him as a man.

If you need a lover, let me know.

Kyungsoo wanted to tell this to you more than anything else, but he was a coward inside. He was afraid of losing you forever, he did not want to destroy the anything, if he could have you as a friend, as a study-buddy, he was okey. Not fine, but okey. At least he could be with you as his heart wanted.

“Food is not ready yet.” he choked out loudly enough to make your eyebrows knitted.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah yeah, I am fine.” he nonchalantly answered. What could he say? Would he say he was thinking when you were going to have a boyfriend, how much he was going to be sad? Or could he tell you how much he wanted tear your dress off your body and worship you? “I am hungry.”

“I have a theory about the hunger of men.” you sat on your chair comfortably and pointed a finger to him. He wanted to catch that finger and kiss it. “For example, if you are hungry, you can be really scary. When Baekhyun or Chanyeol is hungry, they are grumpy. Is this something special to you, or is this a feature of men? We can be polite while we are waiting for food.”

“Do not go there.” Kyungsoo said lowly. “How much you know about men? Only me, our squad members, and your family. We can be also polite, and I am not fucking scary.”

“Sweetheart, I know men more than you believe.” you blinked mischievously, enough to startle him. “If a man is hungry, even the face expression transformed.”

“May I ask?” he started, but he could feel his hand beneath the table automatically turned into a fist. “How did you collect the information to support your weak theory?”

“By having dinners with them.” you grinned like a fucking Cheshire cat, and Kyungsoo hated to see also that. “You are not so different from each other, being so full of yourselves.”

You knew you were playing with fire.

You were trying to provoke him with your words. You were aware of Kyungsoo’s dislike of being compared with others.

Unconsciously you decided to make him mad at you in order to see if he had a feeling, even a little spot in his emotional radar, for you. If you could manage to annoy him that much, you knew he would talk. He would give hints at least, but he would do something.

You were more than okey even for a hint, you realized you were up to your hair, you were done with waiting for a sign. You realized your burned yourself out to the bitter end, you were done with waiting for him. You wanted nothing but him, you could say you did not and you would be lying your ass off if you did.

He stared at you as his expression was hard to decipher. He could be wanting to beat the shit out of you or thinking for an answer to shut your mouth for all eternity. Both of the options were possible.

“Your meals are ready.” the waitress came back with the gigantic bowls. “Enjoy, and bon appetite.”

“Thank you very much.” you bowed at her as she placed your meals onto table. As the smell attacked your nose, you rushed to pick your chopsticks. You had a sweet spot for Udon, but it did not mean you were not going to steal from Kyungsoo. You opened the water bottle, took a long sip, and turned to Kyungsoo to ask if he wanted water or not, and you fucking froze.

He was pouring sake for you just like the most important job he has been doing till now.

You were very fond of the level of attention; he was giving to everything he did. You could watch him forever, anything he did turned into art for you. God, if you could see your face right now, you would clearly understand how he affected you, your lips parted and your breathing was becoming heavier, holy shit, because he was pouring fucking sake!

“Can you stop staring at me like a freak?” he asked. You keel over in the chair, nearly shooting water out of your nose. Quickly, you swallowed and covered your mouth and averted your eyes while blushing like a schoolgirl but what made you blush was not being caught by him, you exactly saw that he was blushing while he scolded you. He was fucking blushed, you were %100 percentage of sure, his cheeks were turned into pinkish. “Here you go.”

Your hands were shaking a bit, but you managed to hold the cup.

“Thank you.” and you drunk it. You really needed something to cool you. “May I have the bottle?”

You knew Kyungsoo would make the process slower and to be honest, if he was going to take charge of sake, you would not nothing but staring at him like there was no tomorrow.

Tomorrow… You were feeling nervous about the future. You wanted to keep both of you at this moment. Just you and Kyungsoo. Together.

You shook your head just as you wanted to clean your mind from negative thoughts. The moment you had was the most important one and you did not want to destroy it by thinking about what was going to be happen. Kyungsoo was with you right now, even though you were not sure if you would last for the end of this trip.

He handed the bottle to you, you nested it close to yourself and poured another one. You drunk it too while Kyungsoo raised an eyebrow which you wholly ignored, then processed to eat your Udon. Flavour erupted on your tastebuds, and you started to eat like you did not have a meal in the last week.

“Holy shit.” you cursed when you gave a little break only to pour another one to yourself and Kyungsoo’s empty cup. “This is incredible.”

“Yeah, I can see that.” Kyungsoo unwillingly laughed at you. “Please remember to breath, I do not want to be ended in the emergency.”

“You do not have to accompany me if the noodle stuck on my throat.” you drunk your third, allowed the liquid to slide down your throat and a warmth burned in your chest as it stayed there. You poured the fourth one. “My Japanese is better than yours.”

“Due to the speed of your consumption of sake,” he started with a fair point, you had to admit. “I am not sure if you can perform your Japanese skills. Instead, it looks like you will be bubbling in the end of this night, of course if you do not manage to kill yourself. Damn, take it easy.”

“No worries, I am a tough cookie.” you arched your brow, and your eyes fixed your Udon. “I will not be drunk.”

“What makes me worried,” his eyes continued to remain fixed on you. “Your unexpected fondness of sake. Do we have to order the second o-

“Yes.” you interrupted him. “Order.”

You knew that on the contrary what you said to him, you were going to be drunk. Hell, you wanted to be. A smile tugged up on your lips as you took another mouthful bite of your food. You wanted to be a drunk tonight and relax. Kyungsoo did not refuse your wish, he ordered another bottle while you were sending the fifth cup to your stomach.

“Now, tell me.” he jabbed. “How many dates you had till now?”

“Why are you asking this out of everything?” you asked with a sincere curiosity.

“I want to elaborate your theory, but before doing that, I have to collect information on the experimental group.”

“Ah.” you swallowed thickly. Hell, what it would be, damn Kyungsoo and his logic. “Well, I had three dates which you know. I had two more, which you did not know so the count is five.”

“Five.” he blinked. “Five men are not enough to hold a theory such includes everyone on this planet, and you were telling me we all same with a great confidence.”

“They were pretty same.” you turned your head away and poured another sake. You could feel that Kyungsoo was getting more tense after every cup you drunk, but you had zero fucks to give. “I was ended up with disappointment.”

“Why?” he caught you off guard. “You never tell me the whole story. What was wrong?”

They were not you, you thought in the safe silence in your mind but there was no enough amount of sake would make you tell this to him in the world. Maybe you start to feel a little bit dizzy but even if you would be on your knees, you would not confess the real reason.

“I do not know.” Yeah, there was not enough amount of sake would make you to confess, but the amount of sake which settled in the pit of your stomach made you more talkative about your affairs. Maybe it was about the need of showing Kyungsoo that you were a fucking girl, you could attract people also. “They were not made for me, I guess.”

“This is the result.” Kyungsoo furrowed his brows. His icy resolve frozen across his features. “I want to hear the story behind this result.”

Kyungsoo could not believe how he would let you to drink your seventh cup of sake and open the second one but in the deep of his heart, he knew the real reason. He wanted you to talk. God, he needed you to talk his ear off. He could die to learn what type of guy would attract you, and he could try to be that man.

“I am not sure how to explain that but,” you rapidly shook your head again. “It is all fucking disappointments for me. I do not know what they think about me, but when I go out with someone, I always ended up in home, calling Baekhyun or Chanyeol and we talked on why I felt like shit.”

Kyungsoo knew that getting you to talk always meant for extra efforts, he never pushed you. He never dragged you into the conversations you clearly did not have an intention to have.

Till now.

Providing you with company and asking nothing in return was not his best choice today. He was okey with asking nothing in return, he never expect anything in return for his company, but today he wanted to learn about your affairs.

“Could you decide?” he whispered. “I mean, why you felt like shit in your words?”

“Do you prefer more refined vocabulary?” you chuckled, and Kyungsoo understood that you had to be dizzy right now. You had two types of chuckles, and this one definitely a result of alcohol.

He did not prevent you from pouring the eighth one.

“No, speak as you want.” he did not let you go out of his palms. You were in his palms right now, he hooked you in his net, and this was going to be first and last he dragged you to a place you obviously did not want to engage.

However, he needed to learn. Just for once, he crossed all boundaries between you. All rules.

“Putting aside your quite vocabulary,” he pushed you to continue. “What was wrong?”

“Everything.” your eyes flitted up his face. Your gaze fuelled the excitement that already started to make its way in Kyungsoo’s lower stomach, an excitement that has been brewing since years as you have been lingering in front of him for an extremely long time.

“I cannot say that they were bad people, on the contrary, they were lovely.” This was not what Kyungsoo wished to hear, your words made his heart flipped, but not in a pleasurable way. “They were kind, nice, clever and to be honest good-looking. However, I did not feel anything towards them. I tried, Kyungsoo, I tried to do my best, but I am tired of ending up with same result. I did not find them attractive.”

You suddenly remembered the kiss of one of your dates gave you. You were not sure if you could call it as a kiss, Chanyeol and Baekhyun, those dorks, laughed at you their asses off when you told them that guy pressed his lips to yours and you immediately pushed him so strong, enough to made him lost his balance and fell on his butt.

“Were they,” Kyungsoo cleaned his throat.” Good companies? I am trying to understand why it cannot work for you.”

“No, they were.” you ponder, then a laugh fallen from your lips. “They really were, especially the last one. He was a good company even if he was a bit handsy.”

Kyungsoo’s chopsticks stuttered. You said it nonchalantly, you were dizzy as fuck, he could see that, but you said it to him as if it did not mean anything that the unnamed bastard invited his hands over your body, instead he should be on his fucking knees for you. His teeth shattered; he could feel his jaw was clenched with the thoughts he had to refuse for the sake of God.

“Being a little bit handsy does not sound a good company to me.” he said between his teeth. “Is that why you ended up feeling like shit? Did he force himself on you?”

If he did, God mercy on him because Kyungsoo was not going to. You were already drinking your tenth cup; he was sure he could learn that bastard’s name. He knew that right now, he was crossing your boundaries and taking advantage of your current hiatus, he was not better than that bastard, but he was not going to stop.

“No, he touched my inner thigh during the dinner.” you whispered. “Then he kissed me after the ride to my home he gave.”

“And?” Kyungsoo had to take a deep breathe and he poured sake for himself, even though he wanted to focus on you. “Did he ask at first place?”

“He did not.” Kyungsoo felt his heart was tightening in his chest because of anger. He wanted to find that fucking bastard and fuck the shit out of him. He already started seeing you in front of the door of your home, and that moron dragged you into his arms and kissed you without asking. Did they really think, this would be romantic or manly? This was sexual attack. Kyungsoo could not endure to imagine you while that moron run his fucking pawns over your face. Pulling you into a kiss if he could call that a kiss. His blood was boiling as he could not stand someone disappointed you, destroying your ideas and hardly built self-confidence. He hated to see that, he has been watching you since the first day you met, and he was fucking aware of your self-perceptions. He bit back a wave of curses, and he resisted the dire need to ask you this guy’s name and address in order to chop his head.

“He had to ask for your content.” he literally growled, enough to make the customers at near tables turned to look at you. You blinked.

“I pushed him.” you whispered. “And he fell on his butt.”

For a second, Kyungsoo did not understand what you said, but when he understood he could not help but laughed.

“I could kill someone to see that moment.” he mumbled. “I wish I could see.”

“It was not a good memory.” you admitted. “I really hated every moment of that memory. He was a good guy, but at the end, when he kissed me, I wanted to puke my stomach out.”

Kyungsoo lost the little trail of joy.

“He was not a good guy.” He literally growled.

Suddenly, the tension was transforming into something different. Your face was becoming too warm, and your blood pressure was rocketing into sky.

It was neither Udon not sake.

You raised your eyebrows as you looked at Kyungsoo as you wanted to ask what he meant, but you kept your question to yourself.

“Why did you not tell me?” he asked. “I knew you are not talkative about these, but you could talk with me at least when you had experienced a shitty guy like that filthy bastard.”

“Well, excuse me for being so clueless,” the filter between your tongue and brain stopped working at that moment, and you lost it. “But that was my first and last kiss, and I was shocked!”

Kyungsoo’s chin was dropped. He stared at you as becoming senseless to any other sound. He took a set of full seconds to actually register your words, then his eyes widen.

You were not aware of the weight of your confession. Your mind was foggy and you already lost yourself in Kyungsoo.

“What?”

This was the best shot of him.

“It was my first kiss.” the heat of your face became unbearable. “And it was unexpected, I did not give him my consent, I was definitely in shock.”

Kyungsoo listened to your words.

“Are you,” he heard his voice. “Are you a virgin?”

“Do not say it like a blasphemy.” you could not help but protested. He looked at you as he was having a heart attack.

He actually was.

He guessed that you were not experienced but a virgin.

Godfuckingdamnit, he did not expect to hear that.

“And that bastard destroyed your first kiss.” he could not prevent himself from punching his thigh. Harshly. He was really out of his mind due to anger, he knew that he could not be with you, but destroying an experience for you was equal crossing his limits. He noted finding that guy when you come back to your homes mentally. He did not know when, how or which way but he was going to find that scumbag and make him pay for his wrong deed.

You looked so vulnerable. How could that moron dare to destroy an important moment of your life?

“Yeah, he did.” you partially smiled, Kyungsoo could not believe you were smiling. Did you lose your shit? He was supposed to ask you why you were smiling like a freak; you lifted your eyes to his. “But talking with you made me happy.”

Kyungsoo hated himself too much.

He made you talked about a horrendous memory in order to learn about your preferences. He even let you drink one and half bottle of sake. He used the old excuse in the book however after learning this incident, he realized once again, you were his priority to take care of, to look after, you had to be happy, healthy, and successful. You had to live your heart as you wished, and Kyungsoo was sure as fuck he was going to do everything in his power for you to blossom.

You were his rose after all.

Every nerve in his body may steered him to you, attracted to you like a magnet, he could refrain his feelings. Even if you were not going to come to him, he was not going to push you never again. Never.

“Next time, tell me before a date.” he snorted. “It seems to me you are bad on choosing a man, that piece of shit did it all wrong.”

Your heart was pounded in your chest.

Did Kyungsoo just point the issue of asking for content or was there anything more he indicated?

If he said something was wrong, it meant he knew the true way of doing it, fixing and giving you a proper memory. He never talk if he did not know the right way.

“How?” you asked to him with your big-doe eyes. Kyungsoo startled for a second, then understood what you asked.

“What do you mean with how?” Kyungsoo stared at you. “He had to ask for consent first, obviously. If it is yes, a man can continue.”

“What if I would say yes?” you could not help. You could not stop. There was a frustrating fire in the pit of your stomach, made you uninterested to anything but Kyungsoo. Maybe you did not know many things but you were aware of only Kyungsoo could do something about it. You did care it anymore, you just wanted Kyungsoo to show you the right way.

“There is a progress.” Kyungsoo cursed himself for telling you this. “It depends on how much you wish to move, but basically there are three bases and before every step you are going to take, you have to ask your partner if she or he is still okey with the progress.”

“I see.” you nod.

Both of you started to think about each other in that progress. What would it be, how you react to each other after waiting since the first day you met. Both of you rejected to think about it, and both of you know that you were going to imagine it when you were going to be alone in the safety of your rooms.

“That’s why that scumbag did it all wrong. If you want someone to touch you, remember asking for consent is the most important rule.” Kyungsoo disgusted by the idea of someone touching you. Even thinking about him giving him headache, he was annoyed by the fact that you were going to choose someone, and you were learning the rules from Kyungsoo.

To choose someone.

He was mad. He was angry. God, he wanted to set something on fire.

“Is there any different rule?” you could not take your eyes off Kyungsoo.

“Many.” he was back to giving short answers.

“I want you to teach me.” you said without thinking.

“Ha?”

Kyungsoo was not sure if he could hear you correctly or not.

“You told me that guy did it all wrong.” You were not going back from here this time. You were fucking not. “I want you to teach me the right way.”

Kyungsoo was sure there was no capacity left his lungs to breathe. He kept looking at you, you waited his response patiently.

Was it you or sake?

You did not know. You did not care.

You just wanted to feel Kyungsoo. Helping you on the issue was only something he could do, by your -twisted by alcohol- logic, you persuaded yourself, if he put you in this situation, he had to help you getting out of it.

“How much you drink?” you heard Kyungsoo, but you were already decided what you were going to do. He was going to say yes. He had to say yes.

“I am not drunk, Soo.” you said. “I am sober as fuck. Teach me.”

Kyungsoo stared at you for a while, then he stood up and reached to your hand.

“Come.” he said. “We are going back to hotel.”

Kyungsoo felt like a hunter, he finally grabbed your hand, while he was paying for food, he did not let you go away from him. Instead, he pressed your body to his, you closed your eyes when your chest perfectly pressed on his toned forearm. You heavily breathed, Kyungsoo led you out of the restaurant. You immediately headed to the way back to the bus station, but he stopped you.

“We are going to take a cab.” Kyungsoo. “Faster.”

You could not help but laugh at his eagerness to be back. Your heart started to sing inside of your chest, for a magnificent moment you could almost make yourself believe that Kyungsoo wanted you as much as you wanted him. You wanted to devour him you did not know what made you bold at this level but you just wanted to drown in him. You knew that he was going to lecture you about what you had to do when you have a date, when you would be back at hotel, but you really hoped for at least he was going to give you a demonstration on kissing someone.

If he would not, you did not know you could overcome with that moment.

Kyungsoo was having an existential crisis. He was not sure if he understood you correctly, but he had to get you back to the hotel, he was sure of it since he really did not know until when he could control himself just like he did not want to rip that fucking dress off you and have you over and over.

At that moment, he saw a cab was coming to your direction and he turned to you.

He saw your eyes, shining by pure desire.

He lost his shit for the first time in seven years of your friendship.

He pulled you between his arms, his face was fucking close to you.

“It is okey, Kyungsoo.” you literally cooed.

He did not waste a minute and caressed your face.

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W/illiam X V/anny

I was thinking of a scenario the other night, woke up, for got it, and just remembered it. So, lemme right it before I forget it again.

Just a side note, William is not always in the GlitchTrap suit. If he is wearing it, I will probably say so.

Read Before Reading Fic:

Smol warning about the middle-end of the fic. Here is my honest opinion about it:

What in wattpad is this shit?

You’ll know when you reach that part. Trust me.

| I am allowed to write what I want and I would appreciate if you keep whatever rude comments you have to yourself |

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It is about 9:15 AM. The sun is shining, its warm, and it is an overall beautiful day outside. Vanny decides to take advantage of the weather and walk to, what shall we call it? Work? A friends house?Her masters place? Wherever it is she is going, she has decided to walk there. She goes up the stairs to the front door. She knocks and waits. About a minute goes by and he hasn't answered the door. He usually answers within a few seconds. That's odd. Maybe he's still sleeping? He said to come around nine. She knocks again. About another two minutes go by and still no answer. "You don't have to knock.", he has said before. "Just let yourself in, I don't mind. The door is probably unlocked. If not, the key is under the third brick in by the bush." She knocks one final time. No response. I wonder if everything is alright. She turns the knob and the door swings open. Why am I not surprised? This is the house of William Afton we're talking about. Any intruder would most likely die at the hands of the murderous glitchy computer code of a rabbit. She walks in the house. It is surprisingly quiet and all of the lights are off. "Mr. Afton?", she calls out. She walks down the hall and finds all the doors are open, except for one. She assumes it's his bedroom. He doesn't live with anyone. Why would he need to shut the door? "Hello? Are you in here?", she asks. She opens the door. "Hello?"

"Who's there?", a hoarse voice says, sounding startled and alert. "If it's the police again, I am already aware I look like the Fazbear killer from back in the 1980's. I'm Dave Miller. I-"

"Mr. Afton, it's me, Vanessa. Calm down."

"Vans? What are you doing here?" he asks. She flips the lightswich. "W-what the hell?" She sees her best friend/boss laying on the bed. He puts his hand in front of his face to shield his eyes from the light. "Turn that off, damnit!", he snaps at her. She finally gets a chance to look at him. He is pale (not that his skin is very pigmented to begin with...), his nose is bright red, and he has dark circles under his eyes. He is breathing heavily. “Oh my God! Mr. Afton!” She rushes over to the bed. “Vanny, why…why are you here?”, he asks as he coughs into a blanket. “Last night. You told me to come over.”

“You snf shouldn’t be here. I-I’ll get you sick. Please, just go home. Snf I’ll call you later.”

“No. I’m staying. You need someone to take care of you!”

He sits up and stares at her. This is the first time he's ever had to deal with her NOT doing as he says when he says. “What did you say?”, he asks. Vanny stands at the edge of the bed, knowing she should just leave, yet something keeps her legs from moving. “N-no. I’m not leaving you.”

“Babydoll , snf while I do appreciate the offer, I-hiih- d-don’t- Hiih’nnxt! Ht’NXXT! hiiih…hih’nxxt! Ugh, j-just please go home.”

“You’re sick. You need help. I’m not going to just leave you here when I know I could be helping you.” He looks up and stares at her. He looks annoyed. “ V a n e s s a, m y d a r l i n g , t h i s i s y o u ‘ r e v e r y l a s t w a r n i n g. G E T O U T. ”, he hisses. His eyes go from blue to bright purple. His voice has gone from normal to glitchy and is cutting in and out. “No!”, she says, her voice sounding much braver than she truly felt. “I am not going to leave you here and let you be sick.” She is terrified. She had never seen his this mad before, let alone at her. Come to think of it, he never had been mad at her before. Suddenly, William got up, grabbed a knife and backed Vanny against the wall. Did he just…KABEDON me?!

“Listen, girly. I’m not in the mood for any misbehavior.” He bends his head down and kisses her on top of her head. “Mi-M-Mi-Mi-Mister Afton, I-I think you have a fever-”, Vanny manages to squeak out, flustered. Could he actually be into her? No, impossible. He was previously married and has three kids. For shame! How dare the thought even cross her mind! And how dare she want him to!Immortality made him about 70 or 80 years old, even though he first became immortal in his 30’s. ( THIS IS AN AU!!!) He rests his head on top of hers, breathing heavily. Yup, he definitely as a fever. The REAL him would never do this! Right?

“Please. Just go, home. I wouldn’t forgive myself if I gave you this.” He quickly raises his head, gearing up for another set of sneezes.

“Hhhh…Hih-ugh. Oh-hiih-…sh-shit…hiiihh-”

He lowers his arm, and rests his head on her shoulders. She walks him back over to the bed and lays him down. “Haah…ah…hiih-damn I-hiih-it. I hiih-” He shoves her away. “V-vanny, move. I-I-haah…I don’t wanna-hhhh- on…you-” Vanny watches as he lays there, completely helpless. She reaches out her hand and lightly taps the tip of his nose. It seams to have done the trick.

“He’choo! I’tchu! Heh’Eht-CHU! Herr’ishoo!” Vanny giggles. “Bless you, Mr. Afton.”

“Hh'EESHhhh-uooo!! Th-thank-hiih-Hiih’Nxxt! -Nxxt!” He doesn’t show any signs of stoping anytime soon. Perhaps tapping his nose wasn’t the way to go after all. “Hhh’NXXT! Ah’ssht!”

Vanny goes to the bathroom in search of tissues or toilet paper for him to blow his nose. She comes back with a box of tissues.

“Hek-rrsh! Hah’NXXT!! ‘Nxxt! Hiih’ssht!”

“You aren’t going to stop unless you let them out and blow your nose.” Vanny says, handing over the tissue box . He quickly takes out a few and sneezes into them. “Hh’Eik’chu! Hah…HAT-CHU!” He finishes blowing his nose and throws the tissues across the room, completely missing the trash can. “I’ll deal with those later.”, he sniffles. He closes his eyes. Vanny strokes his head gently. “I’m going to go find the thermometer. You stay here, ok?” He hums in response. She gets up and goes back to the bathroom.

Vanny walks back into the bedroom to find William coughing into a pillow. She gently pats his back until it stops. "Open." He opens his mouth just wide enough to where she can insert the thermometer. "Oh G-God. Hhh-Fuck…Oh...hhh-Cmon…Hhih-!" He scrubs his nose with the side of his hand. “Mr. Afton, you kind of need to keep your mouth closed for this to work. No sneezing.” Vanny teased him. “Hhh-EIH-Choou! I can’t h-hihhh-elp…i-hhh-t…’TchU!” Vanny reaches out and holds his nose. “W-what are you-?”, he begins. “Shh. We’re almost done.”

The thermometer beeps quickly. With her free hand, Vanny takes it out of his mouth. 101.7. Wonderful. “Vandy? You cahn leggo ndow.”, William says, tapping her hand. “Not quite.” She says. She pulls a tissue out of the box. And quickly slips it onto his nose. “Now.”

“Heih’shoo! Eik’tchu! Hh-Hih’Kshoo! Hah-Hak’choo! Herrishoo!”

“Bless you.”

“Ugh, snf, th-thangk you.”

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William slept for several hours. He is snoring softly. Vanny had pulled a chair up to his bed and was on her phone.

“Vanessa, are you free tonight? Wanna go to dinner?”

“Sorry. I can’t. I’m busy.”

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Taking care of someone.”

“You babysit?”

I’ll just lie.

“Yep. Gtg. I’ll txt you later.”

William grunts. He rubs one of his eyes and looksup at her. “How long was I asleep for?”, he murmurs. “About three hours.” William gives a weak smile. “ I probably would have slept all day anyway, with or without you.” Vanny giggles. “I don’t doubt that.” She reaches behind her. “I went to the store and got you some cold and flu medicine.” She pours some into the small cup it came with and hands it to him. He sniffs it and thrusts it back at her. “Hell no. Sorry, kiddo.”

“Don’t be a toddler. Take the medicine.”

“Nah.”

“Mr. Afton.”

William shrugs. “Sorry.”

“Fine. I’ll do it myself then.”

Without even thinking, she pours the medicine into her own mouth and grabs him. She then proceeds to kiss him, spitting it into his mouth. He had kissed her earlier, right? Well, not on the mouth. Shocked, William’s eyes are the size of golf balls. He swallows the medicine and the two stare at each other.

Embarrassed and shocked at her own actions, tears start running down Vanny's face. "O-Oh my God! M-Mr. Afton, I-I-I'm so so-sorry. I-I didn't me-mean to-" She starts sobbing, unable to finish the sentence. William sits up in the bed and looks at her. "H-hey, V-Vanny, i-it's no biggie." He nervously laughs, reaches out to put his hand on her shoulder, and she flinches. “I’m sorry, sir. It won’t hap-happen again! Please, do-on’t kill m-me!”

William grabs both of her wrists, and pulls her off of the chair and onto the bed. He stares into her eyes. "You listen here, because I am only going to say this once. I would N E V E R kill you. You mean the world to me." He hugs her tightly. "I love you," he whispers into her ear. Vanny sighs with relief.

Vanny eventually lets go, and sits up. "Mr. Afton, I-I was wanting to ask you, u-um...Actually, never mind-" He chuckles. "You can tell me anything you know." She draws in a deep breath and- " I was wondering i-if you would, uh, m-maybe want to hang out, um, outside of work?"

"Hm?"

Vanny blushes. "I mean, you don't have to. I totally understand if that would be, like, awkward for you or something-"

William smiles at her. "Are you askin' me out, girly?"

"Sh-shut up..."

William laughs. "Sure, snf, I'd love, hhh...to...Hh'Atchoo! Hirr'shoo! snf Ugh, I'd love to."

Vanny giggles. "Alright. But let’s wait until you’re over this cold.”

#snzfic #fnafsnz #fnaf #william Afton #vanny #why do I simp over a child killer?

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ji-yaaan · 4 years

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Jessamine-rose asked:

Ohh hiiii!! I really loved your leona fic, it was so soft!! X3 may i request idia and jamil seeing their short mc wearing their hoodies?? Headcanon or one-shot whatwver you are more comfortable with!! I would like to request a but of spice as well if you dont mind.

𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬♡

Headcanons with: Idia, Jamil, Kalim, Jack

Note: Yo this idea is so cute I'm melting as I write this- this scenario is just wholesome and I won't forgive myself if I sully this wholesomeness... Oh but Jamil however- ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Oh btw I added in some characters I can imagine with this secnario lol. Ok on to the headcanons!

And yes... I reposted this cuz tumblr hates me and won't let me use the tags... I don't stay up til 5am for nothing bro-

°•°•°•°•°•𝑰𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒅•°•°•°•°•

After 8 rounds of Mario kart Idia destroying you 8 times lol cuddled up in the blankets as the both of you crush your consoles attempting to win a round.

It's getting pretty late, but game time is holy for the both of you, so both of you gotta make time to schedule the most awaited activity of the day! GAME TIME~

But after a long day of brain damage at school *cough braincell squad cough* anyone is bound to get exhausted. Taking a break from the game, Idia takes off his jacket and nyooms away to the kitchen to get some chips and soda for you two.

"Potato chips? check~ Soda? check~" Idia smiles as he excitedly makes his way into his room to crush you at the game again.

Oh my what's this? He found a rare treasure lying in his room!!! Quick! What does he do now??? OH MY GOD! You were sleeping... BUT YOU WERE WEARING HIS HOODIE! What is this cuteness? What is this ultra uwu energy? What is this fluff doing here? That's it! Idia has now died of uwu. Respawn later...

While Idia was holding his bags of chips and cola, he can't help but blush at how cute you were! You looks sooooo smol in his jacket- congrats you stole Idia's heart.♡♡♡

I'd say Idia's greatest weakness is cute stuff and small things. So you looking so smol in his jackets is just going to give him heart combulsions.

Idia will probably crouch in the floor to stare at your sleeping face. He'd sit right next to you and stare at you for a while. "Hehe..." Linking his arms with yours as he playfully pokes your cheeks.

He'd rest his head on your shoulder still blushy wushy cuz you're just sooo adorbs♡ "Games can wait for tommorow.."

•°•°•°•°•°•𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍 𝑽𝒊𝒑𝒆𝒓•°•°•°•°•°

Like the usual, the Scarabia dorms is up for a party 24/7 because of the happy go lucky kalim. Jamil is still pissed like the usual too...

While kalim was performing his thing entertaining the guest... A wild Jamil appeared! Care to send love??? Jamil makes his way to you, so he can finally chill and recharge from chaos with a powerhug. But as he was just inches away from from you... Dammit someone just have to ruin his moment.

"WAHHHH! Y/N! OH NO I'M SO SORRY!" Some idiots just have to ruin his time with you... Drinks spilt in your top, leaking wet from the juice that spilt on you.

Jamil will just sigh and volunteer to take care of another problem yet again, just like the usual. BUT! Before he takes care of those stuff PRIORITY FIRST! You need to be taken care of first ;>

Jamil will drag you in an empty room to change... now all thats left is to change in clean and dry clothes- Wait....Wow just the luck you both have... No one got spare clothes... what now?

Of course Jamil will offer his hoodie! He can't have you walking around uncomfortable in damp clothing!

When you walk out of the room... Cute... What is this cute creature? Since you are small and short, Jamil's hoodie is oversized on you. The sleeves go way past your fingers, and the big jacket makes you look even smaller in general.

Jamil's having a lowkey midlife crisis inside his head, but gotta keep looking chill and cool, so he just settles with a pinch on the cheek.

HOWEVER! When you go back to the party in the banquet halls. Everyone seeing you will comment how tinier you look like in a big hoodie. Everyone is just going ballistic with the smol and cute comments. Jamil is not happy about this.

As people are making cute comments about you. You'll just blush and freeze on the spot. BUT JAMIL HOWEVER... SNEK BOI IS BURNING WITH RAGE AND JEALOUSY... I mean... That's his hoodie you were wearing. Are they blind? Should he hypnotize people to do stupid things later?

After the party... Oho ಠ ͜ʖ ಠ with Jamil going jealous a little while ago... He'll hug you tighter this time, his chin resting in your head. "Don't look cute in front of other people... I'm the only one you're allowed to look cute for."

Expect markings here and there in the morning... Take this sentence however you like...

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Midnight trip in the clouds with your local sunshine boi! Riding the magic carpet with kalim is one of the most magical experience! Moonbathing with the stars WHILE YOU SIT BESIDE A LITERAL STAR LIKE KALIM TOO! as kalim cheerfully tells fun stories while laughing.

But of course the night today was kinda chilly and cold but you forgot to bring your sweater with you... Dammit it was really cold today. But somehow seeing kalim smile warms you up! I can't blame you though-.

When a really cold wind blew past the two of you... THAT'S IT! IT WAS REALLY COLD TODAY! You shivered while you held unto your arms and shoulders in attempts to keep yourself warm.

Of course Kalim notices this and offers his cardigan in uwu style! "Oh? Y/n are you cold? Oh! If you want, you can use my cardigan! Hehe..." Kalim brightly smiles like the usual. A blinding smile to keep the sleep paralysis demons away.

Frankly, Kalim is not that big, but his jacket still drooped on you which was very cute in Kalim's eyes!

"Y/n you look so small~ how cute!!" Kalim just casually blurts out, no embarrassment or whatsoever...

Of course it's a bit embarrassing for you at first, but Kalim's too pure and innocent for this world, so it's mainly just rainbows and sunshine being with him.

While the both of you are up in the air, maybe he'll offer a hug too if you're still cold. ಠ ͜ʖ ಠ it wouldn't be a sin to decline right?

•°•°•°•°•°•𝑱𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑯𝒐𝒘𝒍•°•°•°•°•°•

As the both of you are walking home, casually strolling in the roads that leads to the ramshackle dorm, this night was especially chilly.

The cold breeze was not cooperating this time as it continues to blow past the two of you. "Brrrr" this was cold... this was really cold... It was stupid not to bring your jacket with you when it's autumn near winter...

Jack was not blind to not see you shivering from the cold! Because jack is a good boye, he'll lend you his Jacket!!!

Seeing you look so smol in his jacket just melts his heart away. It literally looks like a blanket on you with how big it was. I MEAN THIS BOY IS LITERALLY WHOOPING 192CM TALL! GIVE ME UR HEIGHT

He'll just stare at you for minutes while you take walks, if you look close enough, you see his tail wagging and his ear perking up... Maybe a little blush too if you really look close ಠ◡ಠ

But a jacket can only do so much... Even if it was big and warm, your hands were somehow still cold seeing as you rub them every few minutes...

Good boye Jack offers to hold your hands!!! Would you like to accept this kind offer? ∆Yes ✓Yes!

When Jack holds your hands, JACK WAS A HEATER ALL ALONG? Big warm hands.... How comfortable... ;v;

Maybe along the way, he'll put your tiny hands in his pocket too... Who knows... But what you know is that you don't want to go home yet. Can the both of you extend this hand holding session?

Bruh...... tumblr won’t let me use the tags and properly post this... sigh.......

That's about it! I added Kalim and Jack to quench my thirst! And indulge in personal interests Again.. thankz for the request! And I hope you enjoyed this! ಠωಠ sending love before you read the next post under this♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

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atc74 · 4 years

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The One With The Letter

Square(s) Filled: Breakup for @spngenrebingo, Free Space for BTZ Bingo

Warnings: breakups, angst, tears, angst, confessions, love, fluff, implied future smut

Summary: After another break up, Dean can’t just sit back anymore. Will he be the man of action like we know him to be, or will he surprise us all?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1585

Written for: @supernatural-jackles Bi-Weekly Writing Challenge (prompts in bold) and @smol-and-grumpy Nat’s SuperFriends Title Challenge

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches

A/N: Thank you to my cheerleader and friend @waywardbeanie, for always saying the things I need to hear. Inspired by Billy Joel’s An Innocent Man, lyrics have been worked into the fic throughout.

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From the curved entry of her front door, Dean watches as his best friend, his rock, weeps. Another failed relationship that she no doubt blames herself for. But the truth was, she was attracted to a certain type of guy. A clean shiny penny on the outside, but on the inside, worth less than that. Not a single man she had dated in the last few years had treated her even close to how she deserves to be treated. How he could treat her. How he wants to treat her. No matter what, Dean is always there to hold her, to pick up her pieces and hold them together until she finds the strength to move forward.

Y/N had been there for him when he hit rock bottom, too. A string of terrible relationships with women who would never hold a candle to her. That is why they failed. He knew that going in and yet, he kept going. For the last few years, she has been the only woman for him. He tries to make her see it, between douchebags, but he can never get through to her. He has been biding his time. Maybe, just maybe, tonight she’ll listen to him.

Because, he is an innocent man in this situation. He has never hurt her, has never lied to her. He hates seeing her like this. If she opens that door, lets someone in, fearful of a touch, living with the anger of having been a fool. She will not listen to anyone so nobody tells her a lie. For three weeks, he stops over each night after work to find her in this state of pain and anguish. With measured movements, he lowers himself to the sofa beside her, pulling her blanket a little tighter around her. Y/N involuntarily flinches at the soft touch.

Sniffling and wiping at her eyes, Y/N pushes him away. “I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“I know you don’t, sweetheart, and you don’t have to. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see me either, but I wanted to see you. See how you’re holding up,” Dean’s soft voice rumbles through her small living room.

Dean murmurs gently, his words encroaching further on her space. “I’m not going to talk to you if that’s not what you want. Please call me later, Y/N. You can’t ignore me forever. Let me know you’re okay.”

“I don’t owe you an explanation, Dean,” she snaps, immediately regretting her words, her tone. Dean is always here. Each and every time she fails, he is right here to mend her broken pieces. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you don’t owe me anything, Y/N/N. I just want you to feel better, and I’ll do anything to see you smile again,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”

With that, Dean rises from the worn sofa, dropping an envelope from his jacket pocket before turning and leaving, the door clicking loudly behind him. He uses the spare key she gave him to secure the lock, a heavy sigh leaving his lips. “I love you, Y/N.”

~*~

The daily alarm wakes her from a fitful slumber. Y/N blinks slowly, trying to clear the cobwebs of sorrow and tears from her heavy eyes. The first rays of sunlight dance across flecks of dust floating in the air, landing on the cluttered coffee table, illuminating the plain white envelope, her name written across the front in Dean’s simple block lettering.

A small hand snakes out from the beneath the warm blanket, snatching the envelope from its resting place. With shaking fingers, Y/N opens it and scans the letters scrawled across the page. She takes a deep breath and starts at the beginning.

Y/N,

I know you’ve been through some shit, none of which you deserve. None of it was your fault, so stop blaming yourself. You’ve been my rock so long, I don’t know what I’d do without you by my side. I’ll be here for you through anything, good or bad, come Hell or highwater.

I know you don't want to hear what I say. I know you're gonna keep turning away. But, I've been there and if I can survive, then I know you can, too. I can keep you alive. I'm not above going through it again, for you. I’ll do anything for you.

I know you’re only protecting yourself. I know you’re thinking of somebody else. Someone who hurt you, but I’m not above making up for the love you’ve been denying you could ever feel. I'm not above doing anything to restore your faith if I can. Faith in humanity, in men, in me.

I’ve held on to these feelings for you so long, too afraid to open my big mouth and lose the best thing that ever happened to me. But I can’t keep it to myself any more. I don’t just want to be the one to comfort you when you’re hurting, I want to be the one to protect you and keep you safe, so you don’t hurt anymore. I want to be the reason you smile, because you’ve been mine since the moment we met.

Some people say they will never believe another promise they hear in the dark, because they only remember too well they heard somebody tell them before. I know you’ve heard them before, but this is my first promise to you, I will never make you a promise I don’t intend to keep.

I don’t want to sleep alone every night. I want you by my side, to curl into you, create a safe space for you to just be, to feel, to be loved.

But, I've been there and if I can survive, I can keep you alive. I'm not above going through it again. I'm not above being cool for a while, so if you're cruel to me I'll understand. That's your decision, but I'm not below anybody I know if there's a chance of resurrecting a love. I'm not above going back to the start to find out where the heartache began. To hold you until you believe the promises I whisper. To hold you until you believe that I’ll never hurt you. To hold you until you believe in you, in me...in us.

I’d never do anything to ruin what we have. I guess some people hope for a miracle cure, or some people just accept the world as it is. But, I'm not willing to lay down and die without you, not without a fight. I’ll fight for us, but more importantly, I’ll fight for you.

All my love always,

Dean

Through the tears, Y/N reads his letter over and over until she can no longer see. Wiping her eyes, she unlocks her phone and shoots him a text. With new found resolve, she jumps in the shower. When she emerges from the steam, feeling better than she has in months, she finds her best friend sitting on her sofa.

“Thank you for coming, Dean. After I pushed you away last night, I didn’t know if you would,” she whispers, taking a seat next to him.

“I’ll always be here when you need me, or want me. You know that, Y/N,” Dean assures her, taking her hands in his. “I see you read my letter.”

“It’s always been you, I was just too scared and selfish, and foolish to see it,” she replies, shaking her thoughts loose. “I never thought my feelings would be reciprocated. Nobody’s ever written me a love letter before.”

“I knew I couldn’t say all of that out loud, I was so scared to say anything, I didn’t want to lose you. I guess we’re a couple of idiots, huh?” Dean chuckles.

“We found each other. That’s all that matters,” Y/N smiles, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I don’t know about you, but I could use a nap,” Dean yawns, running his fingers through her hair.

“Didn’t sleep well?” she questions, looking up at him.

“Not when I slept on the floor outside your door.”

“You did not!” Y/N smacks his shoulder playfully.

“I bet the neighbors know my name,” he grins sheepishly, pointing at his work shirt, his name clearly on display.

“Not how you hoped that would happen, is it?” Y/N giggles, teasing him.

“It made you laugh, though. I missed it; your laugh, your smile,” Dean says, cupping her cheek. “I missed you.”

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles.

“Don’t be. Where there is no struggle, there is no strength. We will be strong together,” Dean vows.

“Did you just quote Oprah Winfrey?” she laughs.

“I did. You’re a bad influence on me, what can I say?” he shrugs.

“Let’s get some rest. We can be bad together later,” she winks, rising from her seat and reaching out her hand for him.

“Can we fight so we can have some angry make-up sex later?” Dean smirks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Slow down, Winchester. Nap first. We’re only about ten minutes in, I don’t know if I’m ready to have our first fight yet,” she scoffs.

“Well, if it helps, it will probably be my fault and I’ll spend hours apologizing,” Dean offers.

“So the neighbors really know your name?” she giggles.

“As long as you keep laughing and smiling, I don’t care what they call me, as long as you call me yours.”

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zosonils · 3 years

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what are some random papyrus headcanons you currently have?

ooughwhhghgh anon you know the EXACT way to my heart. got a map to it and everything. a real good and fancy map. the ones with sea monsters in the corners

autistic adhd papyrus real

he tends to think of anything he doesn’t understand [and even some things he does!] in terms of puzzles, since they’re a lifelong special interest and they help him contextualise things! for instance if he’s navigating someplace he’s never been before it’s easier for him to visualise things as an incomplete map that he has to find the pieces [landmarks] of than it is to just wander until he finds his way or go up to someone and ask for directions [talking to people he doesn’t know very well is also a puzzle and he has more trouble solving that one because sometimes the clues lie to you]. this approach to things makes him astoundingly good at working through things logically, although between the difficulties applying this sort of thinking to unpredictable social situations and his occasional penchant for insane troll logic he doesn’t have a 100% success rate

in addition to this he’s a really visual thinker and can understand almost anything really quickly if he has a way to visualise it, whether it’s explicitly given to him or he thinks of one himself and suddenly goes OH I GET IT NOW. anything that doesn’t come with a coherent visual metaphor is borderline impossible for him to grasp, though. dude needs his diagrams

he likes playing video games, at least when he isn’t hyperfocused on his duties as a royal guard in training, and he tends to get an insane amount of mileage out of them because once he beats whatever objective the game explicitly gives him he’ll start making up his own self-imposed challenges or ‘puzzles’ instead. like if you gave him tetris he’d be super into the standard a-type and b-type modes, but once he gets tired of those he’ll start doing stuff like trying to play in time with the music, or without rotating any pieces, or painstakingly arranging incomplete lines so that the empty spaces form some kind of intricate pattern

gloves and especially scarves are a comfort accessory for him! even before/after the battle body is a thing and he’s wearing different clothes from one day to another pretty much every outfit he wears includes those accessories. if it’s too hot for a huge warm tightly-wrapped scarf he just grits his teeth and wears it anyway

the reason pap hates grease so much is that it sets off literally every single sensory issue he has. it sticks to you when you touch it just a little, it feels just as gross through your gloves, it’s hard to wash off, it stains your favourite scarf so you have to put it through the washing machine twice to make absolutely sure it doesn’t smell weird later and stress you out again, it has a gross taste that stays in your mouth for ages, it’s just the worst! how his brother stomachs the stuff he’ll never know [and it’s not because he doesn’t have a stomach, that doesn’t mean he can’t have standards either]

papyrus knows that sans suffers from depression, and he understands what that actually means as opposed to just having a surface-level grasp on ‘sans isn’t happy as often as he should be’. the issue isn’t that he doesn’t understand or desperately want to help, he does, but the sheer magnitude of sans’ issues is just substantially more than papyrus has any frame of reference for. the best he knows how to do is to be as blisteringly positive as possible in hopes that some of it will rub off on sans, while also refusing to enable any of the lazy or blatantly self-destructive habits sans has that papyrus can tell aren’t making him feel any better. short motherfucker needs a trained therapist and/or antidepressants more than anything but papyrus is doing everything he can, and while papyrus being papyrus is already enough to keep sans going he’s helping as much as he does specifically because of the deliberate effort he makes to beat sans’ depression over the head with a bone until it runs off hissing

wow that one got long lmao sorry i just really hate when people portray papyrus as completely oblivious to sans’ problems when he’s pretty strongly hinted to understand them to at least some degree and 1. it literally makes for such a better story on both the heartwarming and crushingly tragic ends of the spectrum if pap knows and is doing his best to help 2. even if it didn’t people are still deliberately ignoring huge chunks of papyrus’ characterisation in favour of portraying him as the smol little innocent cinnamon roll uwu bean who doesn’t understand anything and y’all have got to realise the implications of forcing this personality on the most heavily autistic coded character in the game :|

on a more lighthearted note, papyrus can reluctantly but wholeheartedly appreciate a good pun or cleverly-planned prank, he just knows that sans likes getting a rise out of people with them and goes with his instinct to groan over his instinct to laugh because it makes sans happy. sans is completely aware that papyrus is doing this, so there’s an unspoken self-aware undertone to their whole routine lmao

whenever papyrus, sans, and undyne are together they have this wacky dynamic where they’re all constantly tossing the straight man role around like a hot potato and i want a dumb sitcom about the three of them living in the skeleton household that goes absolutely mental with this wacky dynamic and god damn it i’ll write it myself if i have to

papyrus gets to kin me for this one, there’s like a single phineas and ferb dvd that fell into the underground a few years ago that made its way to him in one way or another [sans probably gave it to him with no way of predicting the special interest hell [positive] he was about to unleash] and he immediately became obsessed. he can recite entire episodes from memory because he watched them so many times the audio got burned into his brain. his favourite character is doof and he considers the annoying dog his personal perry the platypus. when he gets to the surface and finds out that there’s like 200 more episodes he cries with happiness

aroace papyrus also real

it’s getting late so i’m going to leave this here but i am always down to talk about papyrus. i fuckin love papyrus so much guys

#thank you anon [mouth kisses you but very platonically and only via psychic power rather than my actual mouth]#thirteen year old papyrus in a lab coat he stole from his dad acting out doofenshmirtz scenes in a fit of goofy excitement #sans sits in a cardboard box helpfully labelled 'TRAP' and listens and occasionally says 'gkrgkgkrk'#they proceed to get in trouble for playfighting #sonic forces me to answer questions #just fucking whatever #anon

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dorkylittleweirdo · 4 years

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the lesbian himbo solidarity post

okay so. basically this dude named max was in my anatomy class and we sat next to each other for the whole year so we had No Choice but to vibe

so he’s a Large football jock and i’m smol. we were both seniors tho and there were only three seniors in that class so we bonded over that. so he looks,, really scary tbh. like. ya know. the Exact type of person who would bully you and call you slurs. so i was like “oh god oh god oh god” every class bc i was like “this is it, this is the day i Die by his hand”

the first time we really vibed was when i came from culinary one friday bc i had culinary right before anatomy. and i had Cookies. a lot of them. and i had them in a little brown paper bag sitting right in the corner of my desk just bc like why not. cue max rolling up to class, throwing his stuff down and coming up Right Next To Me and Intensely eyeing the bag before going “hey jc, whatcha got there”. and i went “...cookies from my culinary class” and he just “👀👀” so i go “do you,, do you want one?”. g r a b s the bag while yelling “HELL YEAH” and really excitedly just eats a cookie and i just go “you can,, you can just take the bag if you want”. he obviously took the bag. we were Bros from that day on

i was Notorious for being the Class Nerd bc i loved anatomy and i had over 100% in the class. he was Not as into anatomy and just wanted to vibe and i feel that bc i had a class like that too, so i just gave him my notes and warm up answers to copy bc i’m Like That. we had like,, a system in place, so he would tell jokes or just say random shit and i’d kinda laugh and vibe while taking notes

one time i was kinda tired and staring off into space and he rolled up to class and goes “jcccc why are you saaaad :((” and i was like “i,, i’m not???” and he was like super confident that i was Going Through It and was like “you can’t lie to me, i already saw that sad face” i’m like “you mean my Normal Face???”. but so while i was taking notes that day, he leaned over and drew a lil happy face on my packet, so i looked over and smiled at him. aND NOT EVEN A MINUTE LATER, he leans back over and turns it into a dick. and i go “b r o i gotta turn this shit in i’m gonna get in trouble?????” and he Panicked on my behalf, Stood Up in his seat, Y E L L S to the teacher “SIR, I DREW A M A L E G E N I T A L I A ON JC’S NOTES, IT’S NOT HER FAULT”. teacher just Looks over at us, blinks, goes back to his lecture. my face is Red, max turns to me, w i n k s, and goes “i gochu”

so my group Abandoned Me one day for a lab bc neither of them were there and i rolled up to the teacher like “k i’ll be Stabbing A Brain alone today” and my teacher’s like “but??? you need to Poke A Brain With A Group” and i go “but i have None Friends and my group mates aren’t here”. so max heard this whole interaction go down and is like “jc i Cannot Believe, you’re gonna group with us”. drags me over to some other people who sit near us that i anxiously vibe with, who had apparently been struggling to stab the labels into the brain for like seven minutes before i rolled up. max goes “okay guys jc’s in our group”. everyone’s hype. i labeled it, filled out the sheet, let everyone copy it, and all of us vibed for like half an hour

he was struggling to label to bones in the body for our warm up. two minutes in he goes “damn i know like,, four of these. jc how many do you know”, looks over at my worksheet, his eyes pop out of his damn skull. “JC ARE YOU FUCKIN SERIOUS”. holds up my worksheet that’s completely filled out, points aggressively at it while looking at our teacher, “ARE YOU SEEIN THIS SHIT???”

straight up asked if i was a mom one time bc he said i give off “mom vibes”. his response to me not wanting kids was “really??? i want like six”. appreciated me saying “oh, well i want a career” a little too much bc he couldn’t stop laughing

a regular occurrence was me finishing a worksheet really fast and standing to turn it in, then max going “sit your ass back down, i needa see that” followed by “bro i appreciate you actually letting me copy your shit but Please write neater”. his handwriting was worse than mine and he could read my writing but he likes to Complain

another Regular Occurrence was me finishing a test in about five minutes followed by him yelling “JC ARE YOU F U C K I N G KIDDING ME”

i’d bring food from culinary a lot and he’d just go “👀” and i would just give it to him and he’d be so excited and go “jc you’re the best” while proceeding to shove a cupcake down his face or whatever else it was i brought while M O A N I N G

he asked me one time why i’m so nervous around him, and he was probably expecting me to say some shit like “oh nooo i’m not i’m just Shy tm” but i Instantly responded with “bc you look like you’re gonna call me a slur in the 7/11″ and he was so genuinely upset and he goes “noooo jc D: i’m not a baseball boy” and i Died

some dude smacked him on the back of his head and he goes “OW MY-” looks at me, “hey jc, what’s the back of the head called again?” and i go “the occipital” and he’s like “great, thanks”, turns around again to the other dude, “MY O C C I P I T A L”

“jc have you ever been depressed” “max i have depression” “sick, you should listen to this band”

he slowly tried to put something on my desk and i was still adjusting to “okay not everyone is gonna hit me” and thought he was trying to do like a fistbump or something. and he goes “oh no i wasn’t-” and i’m like “oKaY yEaH iT’S fiNe”, he puts whatever lil eraser on my desk then goes “NO NO, GIVE ME SOME JC” and fistbumped me but it still Haunts Me bc he Was Not Trying To Do That

“i’m gonna go as a cop for halloween” “...okay max” “all i have to do is wear a wifebeater shirt” “i-” “because. because ya know. cops beat their wives”

asked what kind of music i listen to once, and i went “uh,, it depends” he goes “what are you listening to now??” aND I HAD TO GO “um,, bruises and bitemarks” and he screeched bc whatever he was expecting from the shy quiet girl who sits next to him, it was Not That

so i wasn’t sure how to like,, come out but i have a bunch of gay pins on my backpack so i didn’t know if he knew or not. but then one time he just starts asking the people around him if they would kiss/date someone of the same gender. so i go “i mean,, yeah” and he goes “wait really” and i was Scared tm bc oh god here it comes. i go “yeah” he goes “full gay or like bi” and i was like “full,, full gay. i’m a lesbian” and he’s like “BROOOO THAT’S SICK :D” and he was so genuinely excited that i like girls

ever since he found out that i’m a lesbian, he would move his desk reeeeaaally close to mine to show me pictures of girls and be like “hey hey what do you think of her”, trying to invite me to parties so he could set me up with someone, attempting to be my wingman

he constantly shoved one of his earbuds into my ear so i could bop to his music with him. set his phone on my desk a few times so i could choose something and i go “oh no, i have garbage taste in music” and he goes “well i don’t, that’s why you’re choosing from my playlist” and i just Sat there like “wow okay but also that’s valid”. he shockingly had a few songs on there that i listen to, so we vibed to those. he listened to my playlists a couple times and he’d be like “most of these are either depressing, horny, or gay, and that sums you up pretty well” and i was Offended but he’s right

“hey jc, what’s the bone that sounds like my name” “...maxilla???” “fuck yeah, there’s a bone named after me”

asked me if i ever had a girlfriend before and i was like “n o :((((” and he’s like “on god bro, you gonna get you some pussy”

every time he’d see me out of class, he point at me and wave really aggressively and be like “HI JC :D” and i’d kinda wave back really shyly while watching him tell whoever he was with that we were bros. after a couple times, i asked him next class why he waved at me and he’s like “why wouldn’t i??” and i go “um. bc you’re pretty popular and well liked and nobody knows i exist and i’m pretty uncool????” and he deadass is like “J C NOO YOU’RE REALLY COOL WYM PEOPLE LIKE YOU” and that’s how i found out that people actually knew me bc a bunch of the football guys i talked to in anatomy would point me out when they saw me bc they liked vibing with me so that was A Time. made sense why random people would like,, nod at me while walking by

i brought cookies for my teachers and friends on valentine’s day and i gave max a couple and i was like “hey i’m giving these to all my friends so like here” and he just “jc you consider us friends???” and i thought he was gonna laugh at me and i just went “ah,,, yeah” and he was So Excited

#theres probably more tbh #i just dont remember rn #anatomy class #high school #school #school stories #we stan a himbo #lgbt #lesbian himbo solidarity #lesbian #himbo

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princess-of-inarizaki · 3 years

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Happy semi day!

It's my smol bean from Shiratorizawa's birthday and I figured I should write something, simply because he deserves so much love.

11/11, an angel number, perfect for my angelic little setter <3

Surprising your boyfriend at his concert

Character: Semi Eita

Warnings: it gets a bit 18+ at the end :') not particularly smut, but uhhh mature??

Semi missed you. It was hard enough being away from you for so long. He understood that you needed to spread your wings, and leave the small town you grew up in. So while you were out seeing the world, Semi was missing you, his world.

He sighed and strummed the guitar softly, warming up before the concert started. It wasn't a big one, but it was enough for him. He was going to grow at his own pace, and someday, he would be playing at the Tokyo Dome.

That's what he told himself.

“Hey Eita, are you ready?” his bandmate played around with the bass, and motioned for the curtain to be raised, after checking everyone's positions.

Semi's mind went back to the text of you wishing him luck, and he smiled softly as he focused on giving the best performance he possibly could.

He felt alive, on the stage. Alive when his guitar was resting perfectly in between his hands, and the lights and music was reverberating.

Not as alive as when he was kissing you, but definitely a close second.

.*+` |

His eyes swept through the crowd as he noticed a familiar face.

Hair slightly longer, but still as gorgeous as he remembered, there you were, standing and cheering for him with the most adoring look in your eyes.

His eyes trained down to what you were wearing and he immediately blushed, mixing up a few chords in the process. A black top outlined your silhouette, and the material was see-through in a few places, showing off your skin. It was paired with ripped jeans and high heels.

He felt as flustered as he did as a schoolboy in Shiratorizawa, nervous to ask you out.

You winked and moved along to the music. He got the message. Finish the concert first, talk later.

A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he continued playing the guitar, closing his eyes and pretending he was playing for you, and only you.

His eyes found yours in the crowd again. It was time for his solo. He took a deep breath and began singing.

The entire room disappeared, in his eyes, and only you remained. He sang to you, expressing his love, and how much he missed you in a few well written verses, which he had written with you in mind.

You blushed furiously, your eyes radiating love for him from afar.

It was a special moment.

.*+` |

The concert ended not long after, and you ran backstage, right into his open arms.

His guitar was resting against a wall as he spun you around, burying his face in the crook of your neck as silent tears made their way down his face.

I missed you so much was the only thing he kept murmuring under his breath as you ran your fingers through his soft hair, placing delicate kisses all over his face.

Let's go home, sweetheart.

.*+` |

He couldn't help himself, your hand was in his, and he constantly kissed it every few minutes. He couldn't even believe you were right next to him. He wanted to ask you a billion questions, but the words just weren't coming out.

Let tonight just be a night of love, you whispered, because you felt the exact same way.

Questions could wait until tomorrow. Tonight is for the two of us.

He slipped his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, and together, Semi brought you home, the pale moonlight illuminating your faces.

.*+` |

He pinned you against the wall, gently kissing your neck and nuzzling his face in it. You smiled softly and stroked his hair, tipping his face to you.

Communicating with only your eyes, you gently kissed his forehead, moving lower to his temple, his nose, and finally his lips.

You felt the heat from his face with each kiss, as he burned underneath your touch.

I love you more than life itself he confessed feverishly. Your lips on his skin felt like euphoria, and he wanted nothing more than to hold you tightly, and be in your embrace once again.

He gently carried you bridal style to his bed, and lowered you carefully.

With his eyes burning with passion and adoration, he began removing your clothing. He didn't want to be rough. He just wanted to love you tonight in the best way he knew how.

“Your body is beautiful” he said softly, as his eyes outlined your curves and imperfections. You blushed underneath his gaze and turned away, shy.

He had to stress his point, because he felt like you didn't believe him.

“y/n, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life. You make me go crazy with longing, I've never wanted to be someone else's more than I want to be yours.”

He slowly kisses a trail down your chest, making his way to your tummy.

His fingers running over your stretch marks as small tears run down his cheeks. You've never felt more in love, as you gently tug his shirt up, lifting it over his head.

His chain falls over you, as you gently intertwine it with the matching one, glinting on your bare chest.

“these were our promises to each other, remember? Promises that we'd always love each other, promises that we'd be there for each other, and promises that we belonged to each other?”

He nodded, still hovering above you, his chain delicately held by you.

“i don't think I could ever break it, Semi Eita. Because whatever souls are made of, ours are made of the same thing. How could I betray someone, I hold more dearly to me than myself?”

Semi was at a lost of words and instead reached down to capture your lips in a kiss.

“you'll be mine for as long as eternity endures” was all he managed to say, before making love to you until the sun rose.

*.+` |

Ari's note: AHHHH so how did I do?? I honestly freaked out halfway because I like, wanted to write smut?? At the same time, I've never written it before?? And it ended up just becoming the most romantic thing I've ever written??

Tho no cap if you date me, I'd probably be exactly like this. Just randomly spewing romantic lines about how we're mEaNt for each other and stuff ugh pls I'm so cringey don't date me

Taglist: @k-sakusa-old

#semi eita #inarizaki #inarizaki x reader #semi eita hc #happy birthday semi #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hcs #haikyuufanfics #haikyuu #semi haikyuu #semi haikyuu fanfics

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misscarolineshelby · 3 years

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The Last Semester – Part Eight

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Words: 1,378

Warning: Fluff, Angst

Previous Parts: Part One; Part Two; Part Three*; Part Four*; Part Five*; Part Six; Part Seven

Original Blog: @queenshelby

***

After you didn’t return to the living area, your flatmate and friend Jeremy came into your room, immediately noticing that you were crying.

‘Jesus Y/N, what’s wrong?’ Jeremy asked concerned, taking you into his arms as he did. Jeremy had been your best friend for 15 years. He moved to London with you when you both finished high school in Dublin and studied science at the same university as you.

It was him who introduced you to Emma two years ago and it was you who introduced him to his boyfriend Thomas eighteen months ago.

Your bond was strong and you trusted him with everything. But, you have never told him about Cillian. All he knew was that you were seeing someone, a man twenty years your senior.

He never questioned you, never asked you for more details than you were willing to reveal on your own, knowing that, at some point, you would be coming around and tell him everything anyway. You always did.

‘He ended it’ you barely mentioned to say as your eyes were filling up with tears again.

‘What, just now? On the phone?’ Jeremy asked surprised and you simply nodded.

‘I am sorry Y/N, but he sounds like a wanker breaking up with you like this. You deserve better’ Jeremy said just before he picked up your shattered phone from the floor.

‘Do you want me to fix it?’ Jeremy asked and you nodded before huffing out a quiet thank you. Jeremy has been working at a mobile repair shop for the past year to help him pay rent and it was the second time he fixed your broken phone screen due to your clumsiness.

‘Alright, get some rest now. I should have this ready for you in an hour or so’ he said with a warm smile before giving you a kiss on the forehead.

He took the phone to his room. It was still on and, luckily for you, only the screen was damaged. The protective case he had given you for your last birthday was clearly worth it.

Before Jeremy turned off the phone, he noticed four text messages from someone by the name of ‘Cillian’ and, whilst he tried hard not to read them, he couldn’t resist skimming over them on the display preview before turning off your phone.

Jeremy had the password to your phone and could have read everything, but he was your friend and he didn’t want to invade your privacy. What he read was already bad enough and it was obvious to him that it was, in fact, Cillian Murphy who you had been involved with over the last ten days.

***

The following morning, when you got up, your phone was sitting on the bedside table with a small note from Jeremy, cheering you up.

That day, you decided to call your unit co-ordinator, telling him that you were unwell and couldn’t attend class. You weren’t ready to face Cillian and pretend that nothing had happened.

Your absence at university did, however, not go unnoticed and Cillian went as far as to ask Emma about you, asking her where you were.

‘She is not feeling well’ Emma said, surprised by Cillian taking an interest in your absence.

‘Right, thanks’ Cillian responded quickly before getting on with his business. Of course, he knew the real reason you weren’t at university but he was genuinely concerned about your well being as you had not responded to his messages following his call the night before.

The truth was, there was nothing to say, nothing to respond with. You simply wanted to forget about him, but that was going to be much harder than you had expected.

***

On Tuesday night, you went to the movies with Emma, Jeremy and Thomas. Whilst you weren’t in the mood, you had promised them and realised yourself that it was probably a good idea for you to get out and about.

At least so you thought.

‘What did you book Emma?’ Thomas asked as you sat down in your seats with a bag of popcorn each.

‘A Quiet Place 2’ she said somewhat excited and Jeremy’s face turned pale in an instant.

‘Are you alright?’ you asked him concerned as you observed his facial expression.

‘Yes, I am fine, but I am not sure if you will be in a minute’ Jeremy said somewhat concerned, knowing that Cillian was part of the cast of the movie which, obviously, was why Emma, who otherwise hates horror movies, had booked it.

‘Ssssh’ Emma then was quick to say as the movie started and you had no idea why Jeremy was concerned.

But then, less than ten minutes into the movie, your evening had been ruined as you saw Cillian on the big screen which also when you noticed Jeremy looking at you.

‘Are you alright?’ he whispered and it was at this point that you realised that he knew about you and Cillian.

You nodded and took in a deep breath before pushing your back against the seat rather uncomfortably.

You weren’t going to let this ruin your night. In fact, you went as far as to convince your friends to go out with you following the movie.

***

A few drinks quickly turned things around for you and even more so for Emma.

‘She is such a lovable slut’ Jeremy laughed as Emma was quick to hit up one of the bankers at the bar who ended up buying her drinks all night long.

She certainly had a busy sex and love life and kept telling you that you should become a bit more like her when she saw you upset yet again following your recent breakup.

‘Y/N, that’s Dwayne, he is a lawyer’ Emma giggled as she introduced you to her banker’s friend who was wearing a nice dark blue suit with a black tie.

‘Hi Dwayne, I am Y/N’ you said somewhat tipsy and unbothered by Emma’s attempt to hook you up.

‘May I buy you a drink?’ Dwayne then went on to ask.

‘Sure, why not. Let’s go’ you winked and Dwayne walked with you towards the bar.

‘Hi Y/N’ you suddenly heard from behind as you stood there, next to Dwayne, who was getting you a cocktail.

‘Hey’ you huffed without turning around, recognising the voice almost instantly.

‘I see you are feeling better’ Cillian then said, which was when you turned around to face him.

‘For a matter of fact I do, yes’ you said sternly just as Dwayne ran his hand over your shoulder, indicating to you that your drink was ready before handing it to you.

You could see Cillian inhale and swallow harshly as you stood there in front of him while Dwayne introduced himself quickly and politely to Cillian, not recognising him but, rather, in a way to say that you were with him.

‘I think I want to go now’ you then said quickly to Dwayne who looked at you with surprise.

‘Alright, let’s go’ Dwayne said, putting his full drink onto the table next to yours.

‘Bye Cillian’ you then went on to say before reaching for Dwayne’s hand and pulling him along, back to where Emma and the others were standing.

‘Nice to meet you’ Dwayne said, smiling and shrugging his shoulders.

When you returned to the table, Emma had gone and so had her banker friend, while Jeremy and Thomas were on the dancefloor surrounded by eight drunken women.

‘I think I should go’ you then said to Dwayne who looked at you somewhat confused.

‘Can I see you again?’ he asked politely, seemingly unbothered that he just wasted $15 pounds on drinks.

You nodded shyly before writing your number down on a piece of paper for him and, seconds later, Dwayne leaned in and kissed you, right there in front of everyone.

‘See you and thank you’ you said after you quickly pulled away from Dwayne. It was too quick and too soon.

As you walked out, you saw Cillian standing there, looking at you. It was obvious to you that he had seen everything.

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