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alwaysteveswife · 11 months

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Fate Or Chance | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

Summary: Read the summary here, it's much more complete, but, in a nutshell, it's about Steve and you meeting for the first time in a movie theater on Valentine's Day 💕.

Warnings: Fluff, Model! Steve, Designer! Reader.

Words: 1.9k

You brought your hands to your lips, sighing over them to warm them. People walked briskly by your sides, some even bumping into your shoulder, apologizing in hushed tones. Signs with red and pink hearts filled every place, from food businesses to clothing and lingerie stores.

And in the midst of that was you, with your downcast countenance, watching some men enter the stores with a smile of excitement, and women, with flushed cheeks as they left a clothing or chocolate store. You couldn't lie, you felt a little envious, but what could you do besides watching those people being happy with their partners?

Your cell phone rang, making you come out of your little cloud of depression and singleness. The number was Alex's, your best friend. You answered almost the second after she dialed.

"Did you get to the movies yet?" Alex said on the other end of the phone.

"I'm close" you smiled, stopping your step as you saw the large Cinemark sign. You were happy to at least be able to enjoy a horror movie with your best friend, "Why do you ask? are you going to be late?"

Alex sighed heavily, something that made your stomach clench and your nerves make you nauseous. You knew that sigh so well.

"No, not exactly," a noise in the background along with a man's laughter only confirmed your suspicions, "Eddie came as a surprise, you know, for Valentine's Day."

"Oh" you said quietly, your smile fading almost as quickly as it had appeared. Alex and Eddie had been dating for about 10 years, lived through a lot together and always leaned on each other. You admired them, too much. Neither had much time for the other, Alex was a surgeon and Eddie had a band that became incredibly famous in the late 80s.

You didn't want to spend Valentine's Day alone, but you also didn't plan to put your happiness above your best friend's, so, taking a big breath of fresh air, you responded.

"I'm glad he was able to come see you today" you tried to sound as cheerful as possible, because you were actually very happy for them. "You should stay with him, you haven't seen each other for a long time."

Alex blew out the air she had built up. You couldn't help but smile at that, she really was a great friend.

"Thanks for understanding, Y/N, I promise I'll make it up to you."

"There's nothing to make up for, I love seeing you happy, you're like, I don't know, my favorite couple in the world" you let out a laugh as you heard Eddie shout that you were his second favorite girl in the world, "I gotta go, the show starts in a few minutes."

"Enjoy the movie for me, okay?"

"I will, don't worry" you kept up your pace, walking into the movie theater a little more down than before, but not taking the smile off your face, "Bye."

Steve turned off the alarm clock beside him, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He glued his gaze to the spotless ceiling of the hotel room he was staying in for the weekend.

"You awake already?" muttered Eddie, standing in front of a full-length mirror, his hands working deftly through his hair. He was seeing Alex again today after an entire season out of the country.

"Yeah, I see you too" he sat up in bed, his eyelashes fluttering over his cheeks a little too slowly. Eddie couldn't help but smile mischievously at the sight of him.

"What? you have no one to spend this wonderful day with?" as he teased Steve, he picked up his perfume and poured it on too much. Steve wasn't happy about it, that one in particular was too expensive for him to wear like that.

"Shut the fuck up" he stood up at last, stretching his arms above his head. He hid his feet in his soft cotton slippers, walking lazily to the dining room.

Hundreds of papers were lying on the kitchen counter, all with Steve as the addressee. After his last job, many well-known fashion brands wanted him for their advertising.

He ignored them all, too tired to pay attention to them. He kept walking until he reached the spacious kitchen. His stomach growled in protest.

"I left a slice of pizza from last night lying around" Eddie shouted as he ran for the front door, "I'm going to Alex's house, don't wait for me, I don't think I'll make it."

"Just beat it" he said jokingly, pulling out a bottle of milk and taking a big gulp of it. He had to take care of his physique, much to his bad luck.

The door slammed shut, leaving Steve all alone in an overly large hotel room by one person. For some reason, he felt extremely lonely.

He stood for a few seconds staring at the door, thinking about how different his morning would have been if he had someone special in his life, as well as Eddie and Alex. It hurt him to think like that, it hurt him to think that he might end up alone and with no one to love him, unable to achieve his biggest dream, to have a beautiful family to give his body and soul to.

He tried to erase those intrusive thoughts, put away the bottle of milk and headed for the bedroom. He stopped dead in his tracks when he felt a sheet of paper hit his face.

"What the...?" He brushed it off with a frown, turning to look at the sliding door to the balcony. Eddie had left it open. "Stupid wind."

He looked at the paper, noting that it was a job offer at a freelance firm. Confused, he looked through the rest of the letters, noticing that, in one of the envelopes, came a set of photos with the work they had been doing so far.

The photography was fine, the models were exotic and diverse, something that caught his attention, but, without a doubt, what completely captivated him were the designs the models were wearing. They were very visually appealing.

In less than a second he was already dressed and with his wallet in hand, ready to go somewhere with a computer available so he could do some research about the place.

He wandered around town until he found a library with computers in it. He hurried to grab one and took a seat, typing in as fast as he could the name of the company.

His research led him to a website with a nicely perfected design, the designs available were similar to the samples, but much more eye-catching. He smiled unconsciously.

When he reached the footer, a phone number accompanied by a name caught his eye. It was the name of the manager and Lead Designer, Y/N Y/L/N. He pulled the crumpled letter out of his pocket, the reverse side facing the ceiling. He took a pencil from the pen next to the computer and quickly wrote down the data. For the first time in a long time he was really excited about getting a job.

With a big smile on his face, Steve walked gleefully towards the local subway station hoping he could go visit Eddie and Alex and tell them the news. He skipped down the stairs two at a time, ignoring the leering looks some girls were throwing at him; he couldn't think of anything else but your name, after all, so far you were the Designer that best complemented his personal tastes.

He took a seat on one of the subway chairs next to a man in a suit. He looked furious. Steve almost fell out of his seat when he saw the man give him a withering look.

"Hey," he mumbled, getting up and standing in front of Steve. "You like horror movies?"

Steve blinked slowly, his lips parting slightly. What did he say?

"Ah, yeah, I guess, why the question?" He mumbled in confusion, his brow furrowing slightly as he watched the man toss his a white-colored ticket.

"Here, I'll give it to you, I don't need it anymore anyway."

Steve tried to talk to him, to ask why he was giving that to him, but as soon as he got up, the man was gone on the train that had just arrived, leaving him with confusion and a ticket to a movie he didn't even know was in release.

"Thank you" you said as you took the box of popcorn from the worker's hands and headed to the room where the show would be screened. Definitely ignorant of the red hearts that decorated it.

You handed over your ticket and nodded when you heard the instructions. Room 4, booth K12. You considered it decent, not too close, not too far. You went on your way and entered the room. Empty.

You sighed, walking down the steps and ignoring the fact that this was too ridiculous, what was so unbelievable about watching a horror movie in company? If you had a partner, you thought, you would definitely watch this with him on Valentine's Day, mainly because they were on sale.

You walked until you saw the letter K on the seat, looking carefully for the number you were entitled to. Just then, you heard heavy footsteps and a man's panting. You decided to ignore it and take a seat.

"Dude, it sure is empty in here" you heard the man say. His footsteps could be heard closer and closer.

For a single second you thought he had an attractive voice, but preferable to keep that thought to yourself, you weren't the kind of person to flatter random people who came to watch the same movie as you.

The sound of the chair next to you made you freeze in place. You turned your head so fast that your neck became sore. Your eyes widened when you saw who it was.

Steve fucking Harrington was sitting next to you in a completely empty movie theater. You felt your heart race at the thought of sharing the same air as the one you admired so much.

"Hi" he smiled awkwardly as he noticed your relentless gaze stopping on him, "what a coincidence that we happened to be together, don't you think?".

You opened your mouth. Nothing. You tried again, but could only let out a soft "yes". You were red with embarrassment, why did this have to happen to you just today?

"Uhm, well, I was just saying that because I didn't want you to think I'm a weirdo or something for sitting here when the cinema is empty, but, you know, it's forbidden to occupy any seat other than yours" from then on you stopped paying attention to what he was saying, you were too busy thinking about how good he looked and how funny it was to hear him talking so fast.

Before you could help yourself, you let out a laugh. Too loud a laugh. You covered your mouth almost instantly, opening your eyes too wide to look normal.

You both looked at each other in silence; you, trying to read Steve's expression, and he, processing what you had just done. In the end, it was Steve who broke the silence. A set of strange laughs made you feel self-conscious, was he making fun of you?

"What was that?" he said between laughs, his eyes forming little crescent moons that sparkled with intensity, "I've never heard someone laugh like that."

"God, how embarrassing" you whispered, covering your face with both hands, feeling the heat rise to your ears.

"Seriously, what do I have to do to hear it again?"

Your heart stopped for a second. You opened a space between your fingers to watch Steve's face. You swore his smile could have killed you. He was smiling so genuinely that, for a second, you forgot that you had let out a laugh so loud and embarrassing that, if there had been more people there, they would be trying to throw you out.

"I..." you gulped, drawing out all your personality for the next move. After all, it was highly unlikely you were going to find it again, "well, you'd have to do something too crazy, maybe shave your head?"

Steve laughed again, this time you joined him. You don't know how long you were like that, the stomach ache and tears were already too present, so you guessed a good while, but you didn't care.

"I'm Steve, by the way" he smiled with a chuckle, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Y/N" you nodded in his direction, lowering your voice a little at a time as you noticed the screen begin to brighten and the lights dimmed. You turned to look at the screen with a big smile.

You were so caught up in your world that you didn't notice how, even though the show was about to start, Steve didn't take his eyes off you for quite a while, his eyes shining with excitement and his chest quivering with warmth.

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cevansbaby-dove · 7 months

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Hi 🩵

I have a request for Husband!Andy Barber x Wife!Female!Reader

What would their life be like the first few days after the two of them got married? Staying in bed all day and having the steamiest days and nights, lots of cuddles, or are they more adventurous people that actually go sightseeing on their honeymoon?

I'm curious where your thoughts will lead us with this heheh 🖤

This sounds amazing!! Thank you for trusting me to write this. I hope you'll enjoy it.

Mr & Mrs Barber 🌹

Husband!Andy Barber x Wife!Female!Reader

"Well Misses Barber...shall we get up yet?" You smile up at your husband of two days. "Do we have to move? I feel so cozy next to you"

he smiles. "Okay okay we'll stay a bit longer but i have to make you breakfast" You sit up a little. "In bed?" He nods. 'If you want, what ever makes my wife happy" He kisses you softly and you pull away saying. "Wife...god i'll have to get used to you calling me that"

"yea you will because i'll never stop calling you my love" You lean your head on his chest and wrap an arm around him. "Five more minutes."

You fall fast to sleep.

Hour time skip.

You get out of bed and change into this cute outfit.

As you walk into the kitchen you can hear Andy humming to a song. You smile and sit at the counter. "Did you make breakfast without me?"

Andy looks at you. "yea i didn't want to wake my wife up"

he walks over to you and kisses your lips. "Did you sleep alright?" You nod. "Yea, just a bit tired from our trip to France." You smile. "but oh man it was a fun trip"

"hmm i'm glad you enjoyed it" he kisses you once more and grab a plate of food he set aside. "I kept this on warm for when you came out."

"Aw! Andy you didn't have too..." You look at the plate of eggs, bacon and pancakes in the shape of a heart.

"no i wanted to spoil my wife so i went all out"

You look at your husband with a big grin, h's always been able to fix your bad days to great days even on his worst days after a tough case you were by his side telling him how great of a lawyer he is and making sure he knows that he's a great man.

He was going to date your best friend Laurie but she was just so toxic and you knew she was and Andy saw it too.

She would say mean things about him behind his back or to his face, he broke up with her and then met you.

He loved how caring you were to anyone you crossed paths with. He loves how your eyes shine when your smiling at kids, you two have talked about having three but in a few years.

You two wanted to take your time as a married couple to stay in the so called honeymoon phase that everyone could see you two were in.

"Y/N? did you hear me?" You look at him. "Hm? sorry was thinking.." he smiles. "i said i have to get to work at noon i have a big case so i might be home late."

You nod. "Should i wait up?' You smirk. "No darling no need, you need to rest too" he kisses your head and cleans up the kitchen a bit.

later that night.

Your in the living room when Andy storms in saying. 'Fuck why the fuck am i a lawyer?"

You jump a bit when he slams the door and heads upstairs. "Andy? what's wrong?" You ask as you follow him.

Andy takes his jacket off and hangs it up in the closet and says. "Damn case went out the window.."

He sits on the bed and sighs. Your right by his side rubbing his back. "Andy, There will be other cases please don't be upset"

"Not like this, this was gong to send me over a million in the bank"

Not knowing what else to say you wrap your arms around him pulling him close to you.

"We'll get through this...I'll be right here" He kisses your cheek and says. "Thank you Y/N" You smiles. "I made a vow to you a few day ago, for better or for worse."

He smiles. "And your saying for me..." You smile. "Say it with me."

You both say at the time. "It's just a bad day not a bad life" Andy smiles. "I love you so much Y/N Barber"

"I love you too Andrew Barber"

Thanks for your ask love!! I hope you found this great to read. I had to add a bad day cus who wouldn't want to be there when chris or andy have a bad day? 🥺

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diagonal-queen · 1 year

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Watermelon Cruiser

♡ pairing: Mark Twain x gn!reader

♡ synopsis: Mark flirts with everyone he lays his eyes on, but he could never quite seem to stray away from you especially. Being his best friend and confidant, you assumed it was just an act to tease you, but it begins to feel more personal than that.

♡ wc: 1.8k

♡ cw: A lot of swearing, alcohol, drinking, Mark also uses pet names like 'babe' and 'doll' because he would totally do that, reader (and Mark) is a little tipsy, Mark is a bit of a Casanova lol, mentions of sex, mentions of harassment, you and Mark make out, suggestive content, you and Mark share the love language of arguing.

note: Mark fandom rise up! I love this funky sniper 🌸 I don't know how to write drunk people because I myself don't have much experience with alcohol, so apologies for errors.

It took Mark a minute to answer the door. You assumed one of two options; either he was just being lazy as he sometimes tended to do, or he had one of his 'friends' over. You almost shook your head disapprovingly at the very thought. Whether or not he had company, you were there to stay.

"Oh, it's you!" Mark flashed you a smile once he opened the door to his apartment. "How was it?"

You didn't say anything as you brushed past him and entered his familiar apartment. Mark watched you toss your coat to the ground in frustration and storm across the room.

"It sucked," you complained, flopping down onto his couch. "So many fuckin' sleazy old guys there- why the hell did you recommend the place?!"

Mark had really talked the bar up when you first had the conversation. Whilst complaining about the inability to successfully wade through the dating pool and come out the other side with a partner, Mark suggested a bar he frequented, but that you'd never been to. He said it was easy to make friends there. Well, in this case, special sexy friends. But even you had to admit that was better than nothing.

Unfortunately your experience was less than stellar. You weren't sure if you just went on a bad day or if you were simply unlucky, but as you'd hoped against you were accosted by a few drunkards who were less than polite in their invitations, insults and the like. You decided, after getting out of there in one piece, to take your frustration out on Mark. That's why you were there, having angrily made your way to his home to harass him there.

"Sorry, doll," Mark shrugged, "I guess it's 'cause I'm a regular. Next time I'll come with you."

"Nuh-uh. I'm not going back there." You insisted, shaking your head adamantly. "I'd literally rather stay here and drink with you."

"That's great to hear. You want some right now?" He offered, cocking his eyebrow. You knew that he was half-joking, but you were fed up and getting drunk with your best friend sounded pretty nice right about now.

"Sure." Mark clicked his tongue before rising to his feet and traipsing to the kitchen. Once he was there, he swung open a cupboard which emitted a shrill creak.

"Whatcha got in there?" You called out to him.

"Whiskey. And...more of it than I remembered." He answered, bluntly. You groaned loudly.

"Do you have anything less...blegh?"

"You're so hard to please, Y/N!" Mark complained. "You prefer the sweet stuff, right? I have cruisers."

"You don't drink those, do you? Why do you even have them?"

"In case you want a cruiser." He answered matter-of-factly, pulling out a small bottle of pink liquid. "I have a couple more if you need them, but this should suffice for now, hm?"

"...yeah, sure. Thanks, man." You lazily nodded before accepting the cruiser once he'd returned to you. He himself had gotten himself an entire bottle of whiskey, and you were pretty certain he'd be able to drink the whole thing in one sitting without breaking a sweat.

Mark sat down on the couch and wasted no time taking up as much of the available space as he could. You had long given up trying to shake him of his manspreading habit, so you eventually learned to get used to either sitting on top of Mark or resting your legs on him. He didn't seem to care when you did either of those things, though.

You took a sip of the watermelon vodka cruiser.

"It's room-temperature," you wrinkled your nose in disgust. In reality, the drink was fine despite the temperature, but you and Mark just loved to complain about anything whenever you had the chance.

"You're unbelievably high maintenance, babe. I could offer you the finest old wine aged in a wooden casket and you'd still find something wrong with it."

"The thing wrong with the wine is that you're giving it to me," you sighed, taking another sip. You two continued to exchange remarks as you drank together. After reaching your second cruiser (this one being lemon-lime and also room temperature), you began feeling a little cranky. Whether this was because your body temperature had risen somewhat, or because Mark was enabling your anger by exchanging gripes with you, you didn't know.

"I dunno how you do it, but I'm just done with dating. Everyone sucks and everyone's fake, and there's no point in trying." You told him eventually, your head lazily bowed.

"Awh, don't be like that. There's a good guy out there for 'ya, babe. You just have to be patient sometimes."

"I've been patient, I'm tired of being patient!" You whined, poking his arm. "I want someone now! I want someone to materialise right in front of me right now."

"...I don't think that's possible," Mark sighed, leaning back on the couch and turning his head towards you. "They gotta walk through the door first."

"...right...yeah, the door. Maybe if I just..." you turned to the door and sharpened your gaze. "If I manifest it, someone will appear at the door."

Mark watched you for a moment, before putting down his bottle and standing up. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him approach the door you were staring at, before he turned back to you with a smirk.

"Behold. You did it."

You chuckled. "Get back over here, dumbass." Mark obliged and threw himself back onto the couch. "You're an idiot."

"I'm your favourite idiot, baby." Mark drawled, smiling at you. "You know you love me."

"Agh. C'mere..." you reached out your arms towards him as he scooted closer towards you. Once he was sitting leg to leg with you, you grabbed his collar and pulled him in for a kiss.

You had actually kissed Mark before a couple times, either as a dare, a joke or because there were times when a makeout session with the only other person willing to do it was a lot cheaper than therapy. This was nothing new, but you hadn't been influenced by alcohol before. His lips, and his whole body felt warm.

Mark's arms wrapped around your waist as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. He tasted like alcohol and mint- it permeated through your mouth as both of your tongues met once again. You were both too out of it to consider what either of you were necessarily doing, until Mark squeezed your hand in his and you broke the kiss.

"No, Mark. I know you just wanna fuck me," you rolled your eyes, pushing him off you. "You're a good guy, but I want an actual boyfriend."

"And what makes you think I wouldn't be the best boyfriend?"

"'Cause you don't like me like that! And you're a horny piece of shit, too. You couldn't stay faithful to save your life." You waved your arm dismissively. Mark gasped.

"Absolutely none of that is true," he countered defensively. "I would be the best boyfriend you've ever had. You'd be lucky to have me."

"Yeah, right," you scoffed, before letting out a small cough. "Wait- hold on a second."

"What?"

"You just said nothing I said was true, but I said that you didn't like me," you straightened and placed your bottle down on the coffee table in front of the couch. "What's that all about, huh?"

Mark didn't say anything. He just cast his emerald eyes towards you blankly and took another sip of his whiskey. You tilted your head as you waited for him to reply, but he just stayed silent. Though the air was a little tense, you felt almost as if Mark found the whole ordeal amusing.

"Mark?"

"...yes, dear?"

"Stop! Do you actually like me or are you just fucking with me?" You stood up. "You'd better not be fucking with me or I'll actually kill you. Huck and Tom have NOTHING on me."

"Don't bring them into this! Okay, fine." He dramatically exhaled, then leaned forward. "I like you."

You weren't actually expecting him to relent so fast. Caught off guard, you blinked and placed your hand over your mouth.

"...what?!"

"Oh, so you demand that I admit that I like you and then when I do it's a bad thing? I see how it is." Mark leaned back again and folded his arms, crossing his legs sassily. You stared at him incredulously, before slowly taking a seat beside him once more.

"...you're being serious, right?"

"Yes! Aren't you?"

"If you liked me this whole time then why are you such a manwhore?!" You quizzed accusingly. "You're always out and about. If you liked me, why didn't you pursue me?"

"Because how the hell was I supposed to know you liked me back?" Mark retorted. "Y/N, baby, I don't know if you know this, but I'm not actually that receptive! I thought you weren't into me, so I decided I should try to get over it. But it hasn't worked, obviously!"

"Then why'd you keep trying?"

"Because I really wanted it to work!" Mark argued, before his eyebrows knitted together. "Wait. Why are we mad about this? Isn't this, like...a good thing?"

"...I guess, yeah," you muttered. "But if it weren't for you this could have happened way sooner."

"If it weren't for me?" His eyes widened. "Go ahead and blame me, why don't you?"

"Well it's your fault, you should have said something!"

"Why didn't you say anything?"

The two of you continued bickering for a couple minutes, hurling childish insults at one another. You were sure that somewhere in Mark's building you were disrupting somebody's evening, and they were probably thinking that you two sounded like an old married couple. Ironically, you were a freshly-formed couple, but that didn't negate the point.

You didn't argue for too long, stopping after you said something like "Fuck you!" and Mark replied something like "Fuck me yourself!" and you both paused for a minute, seemingly both equally surprised by the statement.

"...uh, well- we're both kinda drunk right now. And very emotionally volatile," Mark noted. "I can't, in good conscience, have sex with you right now."

"Oh, but when it comes to any old random you find in a bar it's all good?" You frowned. Mark irritably threw his hands up.

"It's different with you. When we bang I want it to be...I don't know, nice."

"A nice, elegant bang..." you laughed to yourself. "Good choice of words."

"Shut up. You know what I'm trying to say," Mark's cheeks were pink. He was still very much self-reassured, but somehow he also looked a little shy. You'd never seen Mark look anything less than confident before.

"Yeah, I'm just fucking with you," you said. "I appreciate it."

"...good. You should."

"Okay, screw you, then."

"Screw me?"

And there you two were, right back at it. Arguing like a freshly-formed couple.

wow. i really like writing confession oneshots huh? it should be known that when it comes to alcohol i don't know anything. i had to turn to my best friend for their expertise on drinks and so i'm giving them a creative credit here. also don't ask why i made mark like this. he's like a fifties gangster fuckboy for some reason but honestly i kinda love that for him.

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mleighd94 · 6 months

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Prescriptions of Passion

On a crisp autumn morning, I started down Fifth Street from my apartment towards Cozy Corner Cafe. At a cafe that brought comfort to the start of what could only be an already-predicted crazy week. Everyone else was sporting their cozy attire, and here I was in my scrubs and clogs, with the only "autumnal" thing I had on being my cardigan. I opened the door to the cafe, making my way to the cashier to order my oatmeal milk latte and muffin. I sat down and pulled out my book, deciding I'd try and get a few chapters in before work. The bell sounded for the front door of the cafe to be opened. I didn't even glance up. Then, after about three minutes, a man sat down in front of me. I continued to read, not wanting to give this man the time of day. When he spoke, "You know I've been here several times, and I've never seen you before," How original I thought. I finally looked up to tell this man I wasn't interested, but I was immediately baffled by his beauty. His long blonde hair hit above his shoulders. His lovely-looking lips, I so yearned to kiss them... I shook my head, realizing I had been staring and blushing up my neck. He chuckled a bit at my flustered state. "I come in when I can before work." I state not being able to look at him. "What do you do?" He asked. "I'm a physician at the hospital here in the city." He was a bit stunned, but he saw my scrubs and nodded his head. "Do you enjoy what you do?" There was genuine curiosity in his voice. "I do. I like being able to help people and give them what they need. It feels good to know I did something for them, I guess." He smiles at me, listening as I answer him. "Well, since you got to ask, I got to ask too. What do you do?" He only smiled, knowing he was getting me more engaged in the conversation. "I'm a model for certain brands." Of course he is; why would he do anything else? I couldn't see him having a basic desk job somewhere. He chuckled at my silence. "What's wrong with being a model?" "Nothing fits the career well. It would have been odd if you had said you're the CEO of some company." He continued to smile at me, feeling the pressure of what to say next to me. I looked away. "Look, I think you're very beautiful, and I came over here to maybe ask you to dinner sometime." I almost chocked on my latte. "Me?!" I was both confused and stunned. No one besides my mom has ever told me I was beautiful, at least not to my face. This just made him smile more. "Yes you. I'd like to take you out if you're okay with that." I had never been on a date before. Too much of my time is taken up with work and school. I never had the time, let alone the opportunity. And yet here this model was asking me out. Me, your basic quite nerd. Not knowing how to answer, all I could muster was "Uuuummmmm." "What are you doing this weekend?" He decided to ask. Nothing. I had absolutely nothing. "I work until five." I quickly answered. "I can come pick you up at seven." He asks. "That should be fine." I blush. "Great, I'll pick you up at seven, miss." Oh my gosh, I agreed to go out with him before introducing ourselves! Who am I?! "My name is Y/N." He smiled, bringing my hand to his soft, plush lips and gently pressing a kiss on them. I could have died right then with how beet red I probably looked. "My name is Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin." I couldn't believe my day was starting off like this.

Hey guys just thought I’d try this out. I’ve been going back and forth for days on this. So let me know what you think.

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quanticowrites · 3 months

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Future Planning (Branch Connally x Reader)

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Holding your phone up to your ear, you could already hear the annoyed tone of Branch's voice. He was out with some high school buddies and you'd promised not to call him. You hadn't anticipated crashing your car in the ditch and getting stuck inside. You were just happy you were tipped on the side and not on the roof.

"(Y/n)-" He started.

"I crashed my car." He stopped whatever he'd been starting to say and went still. You heard the bar's music in the background. It was a George Strait song.

"Did you call 911?"

"You are 911."

"Not three drinks in I ain't." He sighed. "Are you alright? What happened?" You winced, looking down at your legs. You knew they weren't broke, but they were trapped where the car dented inwards. You were pinned.

"The car's on its side in the ditch by Willow Creek...and I'm stuck in it."

"(Y/n), Jesus Christ!"

"An Elk jumped out in front of me! What was I supposed to do?"

"Don't swerve to avoid it!" You heard the music get quieter before ultimately hearing the door to the bar shut behind him.

"Oh yeah, because hitting it head-on is a much better idea." His lack of a response told you he got your point. The engine of his truck revved as he got inside.

"I'll call the station and get Ferg out there. I'm on my way too."

"Thank you, Branch." He huffed.

"Don't thank me yet, you're still in the car." You smiled. "I'm going to hang up now baby. You'll be alright?" You looked around at the interior of the car and took a shaky breath.

"I'll manage."

"I love you, (Y/n)."

"I love you too, Branch." He hung up and you stuffed your phone in your jacket pocket. Without Branch and with your newly broken window, you were able to hear an Elk call in the distance. Probably the one you'd almost hit. A dog howled closer. At least you hoped it was a dog. The last thing you needed was a pack of wolves to find your crashed car. This stretch of highway past Willow Creek was surrounded by acres of protected forest. It was also a great place to think, which is why you'd been driving through in the first place.

Branch was the first man to give you a shot. You'd never even been on a date until your mid-twenties. Being a bigger girl most people weren't interested, but Branch had been. The moment he'd met you as a "Secretary in Training" to Ruby at the Sheriff station he'd go out of his way to talk to you or buy you coffee on his way to work. Ruby loved having you around as she started to ease into a full retirement, and the more time she took off the more time you had with Branch. Almost a year ago the two of you moved in together at his house. Now you were thinking about the future, the future you wanted to have with him. You wanted to ask Branch Connally to marry you. It wasn't very traditional for the woman to ask the man, but you couldn't stop thinking about asking him. You'd been driving this stretch of highway to think for years. Before you made any major life decisions you drove from Durant to the next town over to think with a clear headspace. Thankfully, you weren't that far out of Durant now. Considering Branch was probably at the Red Pony, he wouldn't be much longer.

You perked up at the sound of a truck engine. The tires squealed as Branch put his foot on the brakes.

"(Y/n)! Damn it, girl, you didn't tell me it was this bad!" You laughed, tears brimming at the edge of your eyes. It wasn't that bad, honestly, but it was scary.

“I'm fine!”

“You know you can't lie for shit.” He hissed out as he attempted to turn the car over by himself. “Damn!” He huffed. “You wedged it in there, this bitch ain't budging.” He sighed. “Ferg better hurry the fuck up with that tow truck or I'm kicking his ass.” He went quiet for a minute. “You sure you're alright?”

“My legs are pinned but other than that…just a little shaken up.”

“Yeah, I bet.” He clicked his tongue against his teeth. Something he did when something was on his mind.

“Okay, say it.”

“Say what?”

“Whatever you’re thinking about. You did that tongue thing again.”

“I don't do a tongue thing!”

“Yeah, you do, I just heard it!”

“How the hell could you possibly hear that from inside the car?”

“You're like directly next to me, Branch. Come on.” He let out a small laugh.

“Fine, fine. I was-.” You both went silent as the sirens on Ferg’s Dodge Charger started to echo through the hills. “Took him long enough.”

“Don't you blame Ferg, you probably broke the law getting here.”

“Did not.”

“Oh, then how fast were you going?”

“The reasonable amount when your girlfriend calls you and says she crashed her car.”

“Which is?”

“You don't wanna know.”

“(Y/n)! You okay?!” Ferg yelled as he ran up to the car. “Oh my god!”

“I'm fine, Ferg! Just…flip me back over!”

“On it, (Y/n). The tow truck drivers hooking up the cables now.”

“Do it slow. Her legs are pinned.”

“You got it, Sir.” The new voice must have been the tow truck driver. You looked out the windshield at the sideways view of the creek bed. Your headlights illuminate the cattails and tall grass. You could see the water tricking past. Looking at that helped calm your nerves a bit, but trying to keep your head up at this angle was getting tiring.

“Alright, you ready to be turned right side up?”

“Yes!”

“Okay, brace yourself!” You tensed up and screwed your eyes shut as he turned on the tow truck's pulley and the car started to shift. The metal of your car groaned as the pulley slowly brought your car back to being on all four tires. You held in a yell at how it jarred your entire body, not wanting to worry Branch or Ferg any more than you already had. You’d just barely opened your eyes again and Branch was right at your window, leaning in.

“Fucking Christ, (y/n), you weren't kidding when you said your legs were pinned.” He reached down and tried unlatching the door and cursed under his breath. “We're gonna have to cut you out of there. Ferg! Tell those Firefighters to get the Jaws of Life up here!”

“Firefighters? When did they get here?”

“They came as backup in case we needed ‘em.” Branch grunted as he tried to pry the door open again. “If we couldn't get you out ourselves.” You nodded, trying to ignore how hot he looked with the red and blue lights illuminating the side of his face. Now wasn't the time to be thinking that. He smiled. “I gotta get out of these guys' way so they can get you out. You do what they ask, alright?” You smiled back at him.

“Yes, dear.” He tried to be cool as he backed out the window, but failed. He bumped the back of his head on the top of the door. You could hear one of the firefighters laugh.

After the Firefighters got you out and had an EMT give you a checkup, Branch loaded you into his truck and drove you both back home. You went to get out of the truck yourself but Branch got his arms under you and carried you into the house and set you down on the couch. He left you alone for a few minutes before coming back into the living room with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses of soda.

“Here. Figured you'd want something stiff.” You took one of the glasses and held it up as he poured in some whiskey before taking a nice long sip. You sighed.

“Thank you.” Branch settled at the other end of the couch and poured his glass. He turned, licking his lips. “Hey.”

“Yeah?”

“You never told me what you were thinking about back at the car.” He blinked.

“Oh, right.” He shifted so he was facing you, sitting on his legs. “What were you doing driving out there?”

“You know I think better when I'm driving.” He nodded. Wanting more. “I was thinking about…asking you something.” He leaned back a little.

“Ask me what?” He said, setting his glass down. Giving you his full attention. Well, this wasn't how you pictured asking Branch but…after tonight you needed to tell him.

“I…wanted to ask you if….you’d want to marry me.” You jumped at how fast he threw himself onto you and slammed his lips into yours. You felt the glass of whiskey slip from your hands and clink onto the table. Somehow managing not to spill a drop.

“Course I’d marry you.” He puffed out as he pulled away, wiping at his mouth. “That's a stupid question. You're the best girl a guy could ask for.” He smirked. “You need me to remind you how much I love you?” You could feel the blood rushing to your face.

“I wouldn't mind.” He laughed, climbing off you and whisking you up into his arms.

“Then let's get Wedding planning.” He headed toward the bedroom.

“The bedroom?” He winked.

“That's where the best planning starts.” You weren't sure what kind of planning you could get done in the bedroom, but you couldn't wait to find out.

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boobersandstuff · 1 year

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Im bord and listening too fearless (tv) for the first time! Let's go!

Also before we start I'd like to stay that ik like 5 songs from (or less) and technically I grew up to fearless cuz I'd rewatch the music video for you belong with me over & over again lol.

Fearless: I think I've listened to some of this song before from tiktok, and that's about it. Nice guitar! I'm bopping. OH FEARLESS! ok this is a great song. Drive Slow? *atw flashbacks*. 8/10 good. Awww first kiss, ITS THE TIKTOK SOUND BITE!!!!!

15: I'm Turning 15 this year so let's see how much I relate. Tf is freshmen year? 9th grade? Ik the chorus from tiktok. Good tho. So far relate at 10. Or more 💅🏳️‍🌈 lol. No he isn't Taylor you have to wait....until your 30 to meet the one. :D. I don't get people who play or like sports. Exsptionaly ppl who date ppl who play sports, all the sporty ppl ik are dickheads and bigots! I like this song. I'm playing this all the time on my birthday. 8/10. Relaterbility 3/10. I'm not American in the 2000's ok?.

Love story: AHHHHHH I LOVE THIS SONG! now imma confess a sin......I only learnt this song exsited cuz of gacha and listening to it on a cd all the time at school. Also I didn't know it was a Taylor song. I thought it was random song from a gacha life video! Anyways 10/10 love it!!!

Hey Stephen: who's Stephen? What's this song about? Imma google real quick. Ah OK. It's abt her having a Crush on a guy and never admitting it. Maybe I just can't relate (cuz aro and I got the rizz) but I don't like it. Maybe I just like love songs like love story ect, but,.....nahhh Maybe if I listen to it more I'll like it (like folklore & evermore) but for now it's a 3-5/10. Not for me.

White hourse: she preformed this at the eras tour and somehow I was able to skip a bunch of videos abt it so I have 0 clue what this is abt. Why is the guitar so sad. Oh is this a squal to Hey stephen. Why am I laughing. Ik it's supposed to be sad but to go from pinning to heartbreak with no fucking in between and just innit, it's funny! I can't take it srsly. I like the chorus but still funny. 10/10 funnies love it.

You belong with me: this was the first ever Taylor swift song I listened too. As a kid I would just watch music videos on my ipad (yes im an ipad kid) that was downloaded and I would rewatch this one the most and I love it. Just for nostalgia and that it holds up now a days it gets a 10/10. Imma jam to this now.

Breath ft. Colbie caillat: yay new song :D. Also who's colbie? Never heard of them. Awwww. I like the guitar. :(((. So sad :(. Nothing to add other than I like it and it's so sad :(. 8/10.

Tell me why: I think ik this song? Probably from tt again. OH HELLO YEAH!!! BOP!!! I LOVE IT!!! IM DANCING LIKE MARGE SIMPSON RN. 10/10 LOVE IT!!!

Your not sorry: sad piano :((. Fuck this dude honestly! He can go fuck himself. >:((((. 7.5/10 I honestly don't know what to say. It's good.

The way I loved you: ok so this album Is abt a young love and what it's like. Also this is just a jam. SHNSJSK AIDINDGDUDND THE BEAT!!! I LOVE IT!!! FUCK THIS MAN!!! FUCK HIM!!!! I LOVE IT!!! D: SJJSJSJJSNENXYIDNAJLMDHDUXNXDY. 100000000/10. ❤🧡💛💚💙💜🤎🖤🤍💖💗💓. SHES SO IN LOVE THAT SHE HATES HIM AWWWWWWW.

Forever & always: awww. Cuteeee. This is definitely a song to play at weddings. Bopping. I need this at the eras tour NOW!!! 8.5/10.

The best day: so far I love this album. It's so good!!! Also as soon as I finish this I have 2 albums left, debut & red. Awwww. Idk what to talk about it's a good song tho. This album & all her contry songs are just fairy tales but taylors version. Just saying it is. Idk what that implies or means but that's my observations. 7.5/10 good! Just looked at the spotify banner in the background for the song. Why is it small Taylor? What is this song abt? I feel bad.

Change: AHHHHH! sorry I just got jumpscared I'm autistic. Ik a shit joke anyways. Bop. OK I FOUND ANOTHER GREAT ONE!! OH IK THIS SONG!!! ANOTHER TIKTOK!!! I LOVE IT!!! 10/10. Great edit music. This is giving long live, yoyok, ect. Love it.

Jump then fall: random thought um....is any of these love songs abt j*** may**......cuz doesn't speak now come next after this album...oh no... fuck. This is typical Taylor. Bopping. 8/10. This is such a long ass album. I'm skipping fuck it idc.

Untouchable: guitar.... nice. What's this song about? This is sad, I love it :( :). It's giving Taylor talking abt her sad things. Awwww it's abt the human experience abt wanting things that's out of our league. 8/10.

Come in with the rain: Taylor is a hopeless romantic & so am I!!!! I love, love...but I also don't get it sometimes. This album is hopeless romantic for teens! 8/10.

Superstar: so her? Lol. I wonder how her relationships with fellow like classmates where when she started getting big? Probably awkward and bad. 6/10 I've heard this same type of song like 10 times now. It gets boring quickly.

The otherside of the door: I've honestly got nothing the rest is just ratings unless I achally have something to say. 6/10.

Today was a fairytale: ik this song, again from tiktok. Very good song. 9/10. Nice lyrics.

You all over me: IDC!!! IVE HAD ENOUGH LOVE SONGS FOR 1 ALBUM JESUS!!! 0/10 >:( SKIP!!!

Mr perfectly fine: this was at the eras tour, time to finly hear it. I was abt to say how this is another love song but then it had a very dear John lyic & now I'm crying. Who tf is this bitch?! I wanna talk to him I swear no harm will come to him (in a video game) :) /s. Taylor 😭😭😭😭😭. I'm crying is she ok!!! I WANNA KICK THE SHIT OUT OF THIS MAN!!!! IS THIS JOHN AGAIN!? OH FUCK HIM!!! OR SOMEONE ELSE IDK!!! HE CAN DIE!!! *SOBS* I WANNA KILL HIM!/10 OR 1000000/10. Wait she dated Joe jones? I didn't know that also he can go fuck himself.

We were happy: sadness. :(. 10/10.

That's when: 8/10.

Don't you: 5/10.

Bye bye baby: 0/10 I'm burnt out.

Ok so....I don't like fearless (tv). Maybe I'll like it in time but listening to it in 1 go omg I hated it. I like how she structures her newer music and this just being long af & have 50 love songs & the rest abt break up songs just....I hate it! I wanna song that let's me see who Taylor is! Not who she dated & broke up with! Plus I got tired of the same fucking songs over & over again! If I listened to them by themselves with like a song like yoyok then maybe I'd like it more. Whatever I alr know that all the fellow swifties who see this are gonna kill me but whatever.

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tea-and-nuance · 1 year

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When I was younger we would regularly go to the local gay bar. It was the one place we could go dancing and not worry about being groped by men. We could openly talk about sex and sexuality and not be judged. It was a good time. And drag shows! I loved drag shows, it was always a fun, funny, sexy, satirical performance with great music. The queens put so much hard work into what their costumes and act. I loved drag queens, loved LGBT spaces, my baby bi self was so happy to be in the community.

When I became a mom, drag queen story hour was starting to become a thing. I was hesitant at first because I always considered drag to be a form of adult entertainment. But I was able to reconcile that it wasn't an issue. Costumes are fun, dressing however you want is fun, clownery and silliness is fun. It doesn't have to be sexual. Robin Williams as Mrs. Doubtfire is classic whatever.

The first story hour we went to the queen was dressed as Dolly Parton. She read a few books, was sweet and silly and great with the kids. It was pretty much what I expected and hoped for.

The next story hour we went to was completely different. This queen asked every kid if they were a boy or a girl or neither. It was a group of 5 year olds, half the kids said they were dinosaurs or superheros. Then there was dancing. Which wouldn't have been an issue, but we're not talking about silly music and me child appropriate dancing. We're talking hip thrusting everything but the pole sexualized performance. When she ripped off her skirt and revealed leotard bottoms with an outline of untucked genitalia - I left.

Over the years we began seeing video clips and news articles about drag story hours being cancelled and criticized for inappropriate behavior. Over and over the left insisted this shit wasn't happening. Or my favorite, even if it is happening it doesn't harm kids.

Every year when Pride comes around one of my friends inevitably asks if I'll be bringing my kiddo to celebrate. Every year I say no. "Oh but they have family friendly activities!" "Sure, but the leather daddies are matching at this time, you just showed me the lingerie and pasties you plan to wear. There's usually a lot of drinking. I don't feel comfortable bringing my kid."

Though my response is usually, actually, "we plan to get a babysitter so we don't have to worry about bringing kiddo." Because when I tell the truth I'm called phobic, exclusionary, denying my kid of important inclusive exposure - which as a bisexual parent is apparently hypocritical.

My kid knows LGBT people exists simply because there are LGBT people among our friends and family members. Age appropriate conversation comes up, "aunt L is married to aunt B, yes they're both women." "J was born a man but is actually a woman and is doing what she can to be recognized as her trueself." "Mom likes and has dated men and women."

As a bisexual polyam woman who is also part of the BDSM community I've often found myself more and more estranged from the communities I'm part of. If I question or bring up concerns about anything I get labeled as phobic, intolerant, and problematic. I have to toe the line when it comes to discussions about politics, parenting, spiritual beliefs, mental illness, women's rights, domestic violence. And it's kind of exhausting.

While the right will talk about the crazy things I see and hear on the left - I can only agree with right wing bs to a certain point. While I always thought I was pretty far left - there's a point where I'm thinking wtf can't you see how insane you sound? This is why the right hates us! While I try to sit middle ground and understand all sides the more I just hate and don't understand anyone.

Rambling rant over.

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theantiproduct · 3 years

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#my parents just offered me to rent out our old apartment from them for a lower price #it could be absolutely amazing tbh but I'm worried about them losing money #the place is really old but has so much space #and it'll probably be demolished in a year or two #but i feel like i should do it?#even if it'll be kinda temporary #if i could get a friend in there with me that'll be perfect cause they wont be losing money #and it's a big place too #idk i dont even know how it looks at this point it might be a dump #but it does sound tempting to not deal with shit landlords #and pay a bit less than what i was planning even tho it'll be pretty much the amount i was planning on #idk my mind is racing lol #and I'll be able to have people over and date oh man that sounds great #maybe i shouldn't fall in love with the idea yet i guess i need to think it over and i told my parents to consider the money thing too #personal #oops #yep this is me breaking my own heart lol the current tenant isn't SURE if he wants to leave #so stupid #shouldn't have gotten swept up in it i was looking at decor all day #guess we'll see but I'll try to get it out of my head for now and keep looking for apartments #sad

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bi-bard · 2 years

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I'm not your problem anymore, so who am I offending now? - Peter Parker Imagine (The Amazing Spider-Man)

Title: I'm not your problem anymore, so who am I offending now?

Pairing: Peter Parker (TASM) X Reader

Song Drawn: exile

Word Count: 872 words

Warning(s): yelling

Summary: After a rough break-up, (Y/n) was ready to move on. Fate decides differently.

Author's Note: I'd like to write for some other Andrew Garfield characters if anyone has any requests.

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When I first spotted Peter, I wanted to hit him.

After what he had put me through, I was ready to fight him, even though I knew that I would never win the fight.

Peter and I had been together for a little over a year. I thought we were happy.

And then, he left.

I found a half-assed letter from him. It was a shitty explanation. It broke me. Completely.

I spent almost a week in my room.

It took me a few more months after that to finally try to find someone to go out with.

Peter was still everywhere I went. He was constantly saving the city. I never escaped him. Not really.

Now, I found a new guy that I really liked. The two of us went to dinner together. It was this restaurant that had an extra space to rent out for big events. I thought it was all going to be fine.

And then I saw Peter walk in.

I felt my blood boil.

He seemed shocked to see me.

He started walking over and I stood up abruptly, slightly scaring my date.

"I'll be back in a minute," I said. "I need some air."

He nodded at me, and I walked away.

I went to the other room in the restaurant.

I was pacing back and forth when the door opened. Peter popped his head inside.

"Go away," I snapped. "Right now."

"I... I know you're angry, but can we please talk-"

"We have nothing to talk about," I crossed my arms. "I'm on a date, Peter."

"What," his face scrunched up.

"Don't get judgmental with me. You don't get to do that."

"I'm just surprised that you moved on so fast," he shrugged. "Thought that there was more there."

"You left me," I shouted. "You don't get to be angry with me for moving on!"

"I never stopped loving you," Peter shouted back. "I was protecting you!"

"Oh, the great Spider-Man," I said sarcastically, "sacrificing so much for the people! Tell me, did you think about how long I spent sobbing in my room because I thought I wasn't good enough for you?"

Peter's eyebrows furrowed, "What?"

"You left and all I got was some half-assed letter saying that you couldn't be with me," I finally let the tears from my eyes. "Do you know how much that hurt? I thought you finally figured out that I wasn't good enough for you. That I was just a stepping stone for you."

I tried to blink back the rest of my tears.

"I was left completely alone," I sobbed. "No one was there for me. It took you moments to decide I wasn't enough."

"No," he shook his head. Peter reached forward and cupped the sides of my face. "No, no, no."

His forehead rested against mine. I put my hands on his sides, having every intention to shove him away from me. I couldn't. I just let him hold me there.

"You are the most perfect person I've ever known," he said quietly. His breath ran over my skin. It took me away from the rest of the world. "I couldn't let anything happen to you. I thought that leaving would keep you safe. But I've missed you. God, I missed you. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

My hands were shaking. I was struggling to hold back the sobs that wanted to escape.

"There hasn't been a moment that I haven't thought of you," he continued. "All I want is to be able to hold you again... lay with you again... kiss you again. I can't live without you. And I don't care about how long it takes. I will do anything to prove to you that I still love you."

"Peter," I whispered.

"What?"

"Kiss me," I felt pathetic the way I said it. I sounded completely desperate.

"A-Are you sure," he asked. His thumb drew small circles on my cheek.

"P-Please," I moved forward just a little bit.

Peter's lips touched mine gently. I slowly kissed him back and reached up to touch his hands. I missed this. Every moment of it. The intense feeling of intimacy made me want to crumble into his arms.

"I love you," he promised, not moving very far from my lips. He punctuated each word with a kiss. "I. love. you."

I barely pulled away, "I love you too, Peter."

"Can we try again," he asked. "Would that be possible?"

"I... I want to," I looked down. "I really do."

"You're scared."

I nodded.

"I understand," he stepped back. I grabbed his hand. He grinned. "Can I stay with you tonight? Just tonight?"

"What am I supposed to say to my date," I asked, looking to the door to the main room.

"That Spider-Man needs your help."

"I'm being serious, Peter," I muttered.

"Tell him you're tired."

"Meet me outside," I asked. He nodded. "Promise."

"I'll be there," he pecked my lips again. "No more running."

I let a smile form on my lips. I believed him. All I wanted was for him to be there. To feel loved and wanted.

All I could hope was that Peter could actually give that to me.

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pan-fangirl-345 · 3 years

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Promise Me You Won't Fall In Love

Summary: You and Tsukishima have been friends since you were kids, and you made a promise not to fall in love with each other. But of course, everything's fine and great until someone (both of you) fucked up and caught feelings.

TW: swearing, mutual pining, unrequited love (it is requited later), minor harassment (not a lot), and there is some derogatory talk from an extra that doesn't even have a name (Kei puts him in his place, I promise).

A/N: So this wasn't requested, but I've been thinking about this one a lot recently and I wanted to do something with it, hence this.

Note: Anything in italics is a memory! Well, not all of it, but the longer sections. Most of the time the one or two word-er things are simply emphasized, that kind of thing.

"Tsukishima, your girlfriend's here to see you!" Sugawara told the middle blocker, and he turned to see you leaning against the wall near Yachi and Kiyoko, laughing at something they were saying to you.

"She's not my girlfriend," Kei muttered, walking over.

"Kei! I knew you'd be here," you said, digging through your bag. "One of the girls in my class wanted me to give this to you."

You handed him a bright pink envelope with black sparkly writing on the front, his name scrawled in almost perfect handwriting.

"Another love letter?" he asked, taking it.

"Probably, I've stopped asking. It makes them think that we're together," you told him, crossing your arms.

Kei sighed, opening the letter with little fanfare.

He scanned through it quickly, rolling his eyes.

One thing he had noticed was that the letters he had been getting were really sucky poetry and fancy words. They knew nothing about him worthwhile and he was pretty sure they just wanted to check off the 'I have a boyfriend' box on their high school checklists.

Kei made a noise of disgust and walked over to the nearest trash can, dumping the letter in.

"I'm assuming that's another no?" you asked, smirking at him, already knowing the answer.

He nodded, ignoring the smirk on your face.

You, Tadashi, and Kei had all been friends since middle school. Kei had known you longer, since you lived in the same neighborhood, but you had kind of adopted Tadashi when you had heard about him being bullied, hence why Kei and you were actual friends now. Tadashi was the link between the two of you that had stuck. Being forced to make conversation as some of the only kids in the neighborhood had simply made you acquaintances.

"If you knew I was going to say no then why would you give me the letter?" Kei asked.

"Because I'm hoping you'll broaden your horizons," you offered, waving your hand dismissively. "Besides, it sends the wrong message if I just throw them away without giving them to you. Not to mention, a lot of the girls don't like me to begin with because I'm one of the few people you can tolerate for more than a few minutes at the time. You've never had a girlfriend, Kei, even if they aren't girlfriend material, couldn't you at least make a few more friends?"

"I can barely deal with you and Tadashi, I don't need anymore friends," Kei told you, and you laughed.

"Keep telling yourself that Kei. I'll see you guys later, alright?"

Tadashi and Kei nodded, watching you leave before they rejoined practice.

"Are you sure she isn't your girlfriend, Tsukishima?" Sugawara asked, watching the blocker with mild interest.

Despite being second years now, their former upperclassmen were showing up more as tournament season drew closer. Though Kei also suspected that they were being nostalgic and that they missed their underclassmen's chaos.

"I'm sure," he assured the former setter. "Why?"

"Nothing, just a hunch," he murmured.

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"Guys, do you ever wonder how many people see you on the side of the street and think, 'Wow, they are the most beautiful person I have ever seen'?" you asked, as you hung upside down on the monkey bars.

"I think the blood is going to your head, (Y/F/N)," Tadashi teased.

"No, I'm serious," you said, turning to look at him. "I was thinking, earlier, about how Kei keeps getting all these love letters, and it made me wonder how many people see me as attractive, but never say anything. I don't think it's very many," you admitted, "but I wonder if they are out there."

Tadashi sighed, putting his hands on his forehead in an exasperated manner.

"(Y/F/N)," he said, sounding almost breathless, "just because Kei is getting letters doesn't mean that people don't find you attractive."

"I'm not saying people don't find me attractive," you said, swinging yourself up onto the bars again. "I know someone in the world must have standards that low, but just because they find me attractive doesn't mean they would date me."

"Why are we talking about this?" Kei asked, annoyance riddling his tone.

"Technically Tadashi and I were talking about it," you told him. "You were simply listening to the conversation."

"That doesn't tell me why this is the topic of conversation," he countered.

"I'm just saying! Kei keeps getting all these letters, and it makes me wonder if these girls actually think that they're in love with him. Attraction is really just a release of chemicals in the brain from when we were simply a species trying to survive. But that's not love," you said.

"So what's love to you?" Tadashi asked, curious.

"I think real, true love is when you see something that reminds you of them and you smile, even without realizing it. I think it's when it hurts to see them hurt, but you stay by them instead of seeking revenge, knowing they need you in the moment. I think it's the little inside jokes that mean nothing to people around you, but it's everything to you. I think it's knowing that there are plenty of people that are better than you out there, but wanting to stick around to be better for that person, to prove that you're worth it.

"I think it's seeing all the broken pieces, and loving them all anyway. It's remembering the little things. It's being able to sit in complete silence and know what the other is saying just because of the way their eyes crinkle. It's knowing that they have the power to break off new pieces, and trusting that they won't. It's when . . . instead of breaking pieces of yourself so that they can handle you, you stay whole. If they choke, you know it's not love, not really.

"It's knowing that you can stand on your own two feet, but leaning on them anyway. It's knowing that you are your own person, but wanting to share it with someone anyway. It's feeling free and wild, but content to stay still, because you trust them. For me, I feel like love is knowing that someone would read with me on a window seat, watching it rain, but they would also drive just a little too fast down older roads with the windows down so we can pretend, just for a moment, that we're in a shitty music video."

You smiled as you turned yourself upside down on the monkey bars again.

"I think it's kind of like what we have, but more romantic."

"You've been reading too much fanfiction," Kei muttered.

"Maybe," you admitted. "But maybe that's because I want to be able to spew romantic bullshit like that when I finally find a guy that likes me for me. I realize that, realistically, I'll probably never feel like that. Or at least, I won't feel it enough to put it into words like that. Fantasy never lives up to reality after all. But it's a nice thought."

"So, you don't think you'll ever find something like that?" Tadashi asked.

"I think that I'll either end up married to a man that was good enough, or on my own with no social life except you and Kei. I'll rely on work to keep me entertained."

Kei snorted.

"What's so funny you overly salted French fry?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

"If I ever think you're marrying a man that's just 'good enough', I'll say 'I object!' at the wedding," he told you.

"Oh yeah?" you asked, smiling. "And why's that?"

"Because you deserve more than that," he said, looking you in the eye. "(Y/F/N), you are not the kind of girl that should end up with 'good enough'. You're too . . . free for that. Although, maybe independent is a better word. You would wither with just 'good enough', and that's not something I'm willing to let happen."

"Aw, so you do care about me," you cooed, swinging yourself upright onto the bars. "And don't worry Kei, we both know that Tadashi and I will never let you settle with 'good enough' either."

"What about me?" Tadashi squawked, and you laughed.

"Come 'Dashi," you chided, "we all know that you won't end up with 'good enough' even if you try."

His cheeks went pink and you laughed again.

Kei, as much as he pretended otherwise, really loved seeing you and Tadashi laugh like this. It reminded him that there were people who didn't see just the bastard act that he threw up to protect himself.

He loved the way your dimple appeared when you gave Tadashi that real smile, not the smirk or the grin you gave people. He loved seeing Tadashi carefree and not hiding behind his hand when he laughed or smiled.

He loved being able to sit and watch the two of you interact, but know that he could pop into the conversation whenever.

"Kei, that look on your face is kind of creepy," you teased, sliding to the ground to ruffle his hair, a small way of telling him you didn't mean it. "What's it for?"

"Nothing," he muttered, hoping to the heavens that his ears weren't turning pink, though they probably were.

"Come on Tsukki," Tadashi said, giving him a look, "we've all been friends for years. We know you better than that."

"I'm just glad is all," he murmured.

"Glad for what?" you asked, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, leaning over them to look at his face.

"You. Tadashi. You know, my friends," he confessed.

Damn it! His ears were definitely pink.

But he didn't shove you off.

Most people assumed that Kei was a jerk all the time, and while that might have been true for anyone else, you and Tadashi were the exceptions to his rule.

You and Tadashi had been friends with him for almost your whole lives, and both of you had been there during the brother debacle.

You and Kei had lived in the same neighborhood for years, and had been a part of more than a few conversations that had been forced by social convention, and your mother had been good friends with his in high school, though they had lost touch after that.

You had noticed Tadashi being bullied in class and had stepped in, defending him and deciding that he was more worth your time than the other kids.

Which led you to Kei, when you found out that he had helped Tadashi on the playground, even if that had never been his original intention.

The three of you had become a trio of sorts in your later years, though your reputations weren't the most . . . innocent.

Kei had always had a sharp tongue and a quicker wit, and his irritation seemed to have no limits.

You were on level with him, though you were much harder to set off than he was.

Tadashi never really provoked, but he watched as the two of you eviscerated anyone that insulted him.

Kei was ruthless with people who made comments on you and/or Tadashi, never giving them a chance to get another word in, though they had often tried, simply making themselves seem more like idiots.

On the other hand, you tended to let people hang themselves with their own tongues, before using that quick wit and sharp tongue to gut them like the pigs that they were.

Tadashi had little confidence on his own, and he tended to be more affected by words than you or Kei, so most of the time he let you and Kei handle people, but every once in a while, he would be set off.

Nothing was scarier than Tadashi getting pissed. He was rarely ever confrontational, but when something set him off, it was terrifying. He got really quiet, and he never raised his voice. There was a quiet kind of fury that radiated from him when he got like that, and if you and Kei used your words to eviscerate, Tadashi used his to give someone hypothermia. He would make them get colder and colder before their brains tricked them into thinking they were too hot, and then ended them.

All three of you were terrifying in your own ways, but that didn't mean you were like that all the time.

Kei wasn't an asshole all the time, and he enjoyed receiving hugs and other types of physical affection, he was just shit at reciprocating it and letting others see that more 'vulnerable side of him', as he put it. He was better at fixing problems logically. He helped you and Tadashi study, or sometimes bought gifts to make you both feel better, little things that still made your days.

Tadashi was someone who might not be confrontational, but he was very good about getting you and Kei out of your heads when something did hit a chink in your respective armors. He knew that both you and Kei were more affected by what people said than most people were led to believe. He was also a very good listener.

You were the giver of physical affection when the boys needed it. Kei tended to need it more than Tadashi, since Tadashi had his moms who were more than willing to give hugs. Kei didn't like his mother thinking anything was wrong, and he didn't completely trust his brother anymore, so physical contact was kept to a minimum.

Tadashi was okay with giving Kei affection, but most of the time, when it came to Kei, you were the one he went to.

You had asked him once, why he always came to you.

"I sometimes think Tadashi puts me up on a pedestal," he had admitted. "He knows me, and he's my friend, but sometimes it feels like I can't disappoint him. I don't feel that way with you. Besides, your short enough that hugging you feels better. Plus, Tadashi is all bones."

"We're glad for you too Kei," you told him, leaning your chin on his shoulder.

Tadashi nodded, taking a seat beside Kei.

Kei's heart clenched, like it often did when he was reminded that he really did have great friends, and his ears got hotter.

"Alright, enough of the mushy stuff," he muttered, trying to wave you and Tadashi away.

"Come on Kei," you whined softly, gently bumping your head with his, "we all know that you have a heart! Don't be that way, it's just us."

Kei made a small noise, and you laughed, releasing him so that you could sit on his other side, peering up into his face with your adorable fucking doe eyes.

"You know you don't have to pretend with us," you murmured, leaning on his shoulder, taking his hand.

"Yeah, we've all been friends for long enough Tsukki," Tadashi agreed, leaning his head on Kei's other shoulder.

"I hate you both," he muttered, trying to hide his face in his hands.

"Nuh uh," you said, pulling away to pull his hands from his face, sounding like a child. "No hiding from us."

You took his hand again, and for a while, all three of you just sat there, enjoying each other's company.

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"Tsukishima! You're girlfriend is here again," Suga said, gesturing to where you were walking through the doors of the gym, laughing with Yachi.

"Again, she's not my girlfriend," Kei muttered.

He remembered, suddenly, about the promise you had both made when you were middle school and boys were starting to notice girls and vice versa.

"Kei and (Y/F/N) would make such a cute couple when they're older," your mother had told his, smiling as you both chatted at a neighborhood barbeque, being two of the only children there that could hold an intelligent conversation.

At that point, you and Kei were more than acquaintances, but you weren't exactly friends yet either.

Neither mother had realized that you and Kei had overheard, and when Kei had glanced at you, your nose was wrinkled like it did when you were grossed out by something, your expression mirroring his.

"Promise me something Kei," you had said, turning your attention back to him. "Promise me that you won't ever fall in love with me."

"Why not? I mean, I won't, but I want a reason," he had said, arms crossed as he looked at you.

"Because we're friends," you had said, like it had been the simplest thing in the world. "And because if we ended up falling in love and dating that means Tadashi would feel left out all the time and I won't let that happen. So promise me."

"I promise not to fall in love with you if you promise not to fall in love with me," he had offered.

"Deal," you had told him, offering him your hand to shake on it.

"Ah, Kei, there you are!" you said, smiling at him. "There's another letter. Based on the amount of hearts on it, another confession."

"Keep it," he muttered, pushing your hand away when you went to hand him the letter.

"Kei, I don't want to carry around another one of your love letters," you said, wrinkling your nose. "These aren't for me, and they make me sick, so please, for the sake of our friendship, take the damn thing off my hands so I can wash them."

He sighed, a pained sound that had you laughing, and took the letter, slipping it into his bag, wondering if the girls at school would ever take a hint that he wasn't interested.

"Why is Tsukishima so popular with the girls?" Hinata wondered out loud. "His personality is so crappy."

"And I don't think I've ever heard him say a nice thing to anyone," Kageyama added.

"That's because you guys are irritating to Kei," you interrupted, turning to them, arms crossed and hip cocked out to the side. "Most of the time, he's helpful and respectful. You two just aren't the kind of people he would voluntarily hang out with."

"Rude," Hinata cried, then pouted, "but true."

"The only people Kei really rips into are people he doesn't like, doesn't respect, people who disrespect Tadashi or me, or people who betray his trust. You two are options one and two."

"He just seems like an unfeeling asshole, even after three years of knowing him."

"I think it's the opposite actually," you told them.

Kei could feel your eyes on the back of his head, either unaware that he could hear you or uncaring that he was listening.

"I think he feels all of it, at one hundred and twenty percent. He just acts like that to avoid getting hurt in most cases. In your case though, he really does just not like you. Or, more accurately, he doesn't like that you two are so clearly passionate about something when he gets scared of something hurting him if he cares too much. Like Tadashi told you once, Hinata, if Kei didn't at least like volleyball, he wouldn't be here. Just think about it," you told them.

"(Y/F/N)!" Tadashi called. "We're still studying at your place right?"

"Yeah, just like always," you assured him. "Kei, you still have the spare key, just let yourselves in."

He nodded, spinning the ball in his hands as he watched you walk away.

"Tsukishima, are you one hundred percent sure that she isn't your girlfriend?" Suga asked, eyebrows raised at him.

"Three hundred percent sure," Tsukishima grunted as he served the ball.

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"Why do you never accept any of the confessions, Kei?" you asked, looking at him from over the top of your textbook.

Your head was hanging off the side of your bed and your socked feet were crossed at the ankles, resting on your wall.

Kei's neck hurt just looking at you, but he didn't say anything to you about moving.

"Because they aren't my type," Kei muttered, checking his notes before writing down an answer on his paper.

"What is your type?" you inquired, rolling onto your stomach, setting you book to the side. "Because I don't think I've ever seen you take an interest in a girl." You frowned, then added, "Romantic interest I mean."

Kei wondered what other interest you had thought he might get out of that, but he decided not to question it. Despite knowing you for years, and being as close to you as he was, you still managed to be somewhat of a mystery to him.

"Does it matter?" he asked.

"Yes, because I want to be able to set you up when you decide you're ready for a relationship!" you said. "Tadashi and I would make great wingmen. Well, wingman and wingwoman, but you know what I mean."

Kei actually turned to look at you at that one.

"You're serious," he muttered, noting the look on your face.

"Yes! Unless you don't think you're going to want a romantic relationship, which is completely okay too. I just want you to be happy is all."

"You know what makes me happy?" Kei asked, pausing to let you answer, but instead you stayed quiet, watching him with those damn doe eyes. "Getting my homework done and not having to deal with confessions from girls that don't know the first thing about me."

Kei heard your small chuckle, and as he went back to his homework, he found himself smiling.

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Kei had always known that, objectively, you were very pretty (he had heard enough from his classmates over the years to have it verified), but sometimes you did something, and he would realize all over again.

Today you had laughed a little harder as he ripped into someone, and you had given him one of those dimpled smiles that he adored so much, and he had stood there blinking for a moment before he cooled his expression again.

Kei didn't really understand why he got so mad when someone flirted with you in the hallways, or when you came to cheer the team on during games.

He had always assumed that it was merely because you were such good friends, but then he had realized that no one else got that mad, they didn't feel the same painful burning in the pit of their stomachs at seeing you with another guy.

Asking Suga had done absolutely nothing, the setter had merely suggested that Kei was jealous, which was absolute bullshit, and he wasn't desperate enough to contact Bokuto or Kuroo yet, though he might be at the point of asking Akaashi.

He would know if he liked you the way that the older setter was implying. He would know if he was in love with you.

Right?

Kei could worry about that later, right now he was more interested in getting that guy's hand off your shoulder and away from your neck.

"(Y/F/N)," Kei called, striding over, back straight. "The game's about to start, we've got to go."

"Kei!" you chirped, smiling at him, moving to his side immediately, giving the guy that had been bugging you a sugar sweet (and utterly fake) smile over your shoulder. "See you around never, hopefully!"

Kei pressed his lips together to hide his smile, letting you wrap your hand around his.

"Was that guy bothering you?"

"A little, but you got there just in time," you told him, your hand tightening it's grip for a moment before you let him go. "Thanks for always having the most amazing timing Kei!"

"Yeah, whatever," he told you, bumping your shoulder with his.

"Seriously, what is it with the girls that hang around with us and wandering off?" Daichi asked when you walked into the gym with Kei.

"Sorry guys! I just wanted to buy a key chain," you said, holding it up, grinning. "It's not my fault that athletes can't take no for an answer! Sometimes I think your on-court determination bleeds over into everyday life."

There were some nods, and Kei watched as the guy that had been bothering you stepped onto the other side of the court.

He followed the guy's eyes to you, where you were laughing at something Kageyama said.

Did- Did that moron just lick his lips at you?

Kei felt that burning sensation in his stomach again.

Kei didn't realize that he had been glaring until he heard your voice right next to him.

"Anyway, good luck guys!" you told them, affectionately ruffling Tadashi's hair, hip-checking Kei on your way into the stands, flashing him that damned dimpled grin over your shoulder.

"Hey, Blondie!" the guy called. "You, Glasses! I'm talkin' to you!"

Kei turned to see the guy from earlier smirking at him.

"Dude, your girl is so hot!" he said.

Kei felt the entirety of Karasuno tense behind him as they realized what was going on.

"Yeah, she is," Kei agreed.

"Think you'd be willin' to share her with me? I promise I'd take good care of her."

"Oh shit," someone muttered, and Kei saw red for a moment before he got himself under control.

"Is your ass jealous about the amount of shit that just came out of your mouth?" Kei asked, putting his hand on his hip.

Using insults like that was never really his thing, but he was really pissed right now.

"Hey, Tsukki," Tadashi said quietly, "you might not want to-"

"What did you just say to me?" the guy asked.

"Hey, Kei!" you called from the stands, waving at him to catch his attention. "Leave the smack talk for when you actually win! Block his spike down his throat for me, alright?"

He nodded, giving you a grin that had you giving him one right back.

"God forbid if she was a guy and they were on the same team," Suga muttered, and the others nodded.

"Alright, time for the game to start," Daichi said.

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Kei did as you asked: he blocked every single spike that the guy tried to send over the net, and Kei could already tell that the guy was pissed at the end of the first set.

He was spiking more and more aggressively, which was screwing up aim to the point where Kei didn't even really need to block.

"Go Karasuno!" you cheered, smiling at the team from the stands.

Kei, every time he felt his anger getting out of control, looked to you in the stands to calm down.

Finally, the scumbag was so out of control that he was switched out with another wing spiker.

From there, the game was easy.

By the end of it, Kei hadn't even needed to look for you in the stands. Not only had he memorized where you were, but no one else on that team pissed him off as much as that scumbag did.

As soon as the ball landed on the other side of the court, and it was called, you were running down from the stands, running for him.

"Kei! You were so great!" you cheered, wrapping your arms around his neck, jumping at him.

He wrapped his arms around your waist to keep the both of you from falling over, and he buried his face in your neck as he set you down.

"Oh my gosh, Kei that was so amazing! I think that's the best you've played all season! Seriously! Some of those blocked looked like they would've ripped my arms off, that was so cool!" you gushed, holding onto his forearms.

Kei nodded, giving Tadashi a look over your shoulder for a moment, letting him know that it was okay for him to go on ahead.

"Thanks for blocking the slime ball for me Kei!" you said, smiling up at him. "And what did he say to you that got you so pissed off? I haven't seen you that mad in forever!"

"It was nothing," he told you, "it was stupid."

"Are you sure?" you inquired, looking up at him.

"Yeah, I'm sure the team will tell you about it later."

"Alright, I just wanted to make sure that you were okay," you told him, "'cause you looked really pissed. I haven't seen you that pissed off since that one guy tried to make Tadashi cry."

"I don't like it when people make you uncomfortable like that," Kei said. "It really pisses me off."

"Is that why you kept looking at me during the game?" you asked, and Kei wondered if any other girl would've been so honest with him about something like this, or if it as just the fact that you had both spent so much time together growing up. "I noticed that you always looked at me whenever you had the chance."

Kei nodded, gesturing with his head towards the doors, so that he could catch up with the team and talk with you at the same time.

"Yeah, that was one of the reasons. It kept me focused on the scumbag's spikes, and it calmed me down enough so that I didn't punch him whenever we were across the net from each other."

"I kinda wish that you had, but I also know that it would've gotten you ejected from the game, which is not something I want to happen. Anyway, thanks Kei," you told him, smiling up at him.

"Yeah, always," he said, putting his hand on your head.

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It was when you were over at his house Sunday morning when he realized that he might need to call Kuroo and Bokuto.

You, Kei, and Tadashi had had a sleepover, but Tadashi had left early to spend some time with his moms, so Kei had woken up to you with a hand on his chest and his arm numb from where it was pillowing your head.

The three of you had been sitting on Kei's bed watching a movie, but Tadashi had tipped over sometime near the halfway marker, and Kei had fallen asleep not long after that, so he could only assume that you had fallen asleep sometime after Tadashi had left this morning.

Kei turned on his side slowly, not wanting to wake you up, wrapping an arm around your waist softly.

He toyed with your hair, twisting it in his fingers gently, brushing it behind your ear, threading his fingers through it.

He wasn't ready to get up for the day yet, so he laid there with you, wondering how it would be ten years in the future.

Would your hair be longer? Would you cut it shorter? Would you dye it? Would you have kids by then?

That last one had made him pause.

He had always known that short of you dying or some huge falling out, Kei was in no way going to be able to get rid of you or Tadashi, but he had never even considered dating you, let alone anything beyond that.

So why was he wondering what your kids would look like? Why was he wondering how many you would want, if any? Why was he questioning how many stray animals you might bring home after work?

He sounded like every lovesick fool that got his heart broken in those weird movies that Tadashi liked to watch.

Kei glanced down at your face, and he suddenly found himself unable to think of a reality where he didn't wake up like this for the rest of his life.

When had he stopped seeing you as his little sister, or the annoying female friend that all of his classmates admired? When had he started seeing you as someone he could fall in love with, if he hadn't already?

But even with this new revelation, he couldn't bring himself to pull away from you.

Kei loved it when you both bickered like you hated each other, and he loved when you were able to throw back any insulting thing he said to you. He loved being able to have real conversations with you, but he also liked just sitting quietly with you.

This though, this was by far his favorite thing, seeing all the stress gone from your body, seeing your face without any kind of mask on, he adore seeing the calm serenity that came with sleep.

"Mm, Kei?" you asked sleepily, glancing at him. "What time is it?"

"Still early," he murmured, tucking you into his chest again. "Go back to sleep."

"M'kay," you said, nuzzling in close.

Kei waited for a minute before he grabbed his phone and his glasses from the side table, texting Kuroo.

Normally, he would've talked to Tadashi, but Kei didn't want to drag him into anything until he knew for sure, just in case he was wrong.

Kei: I have a question for you

Kuroo: What's up Tsukki-poo?

Kei: First, don't call me that

Kei: Secondly, and this is completely hypothetical, but how do you know when you love someone?

Kuroo: Aww, is my little kouhai in love with someone? How cute!

Kei made a face, taking a deep breath and glancing at you quickly before he turned his attention back to his phone.

Kei: Just answer the question

Kuroo: We're talking hypothetically?

Kei: Yeah

Kuroo: Can't you use the internet for this stuff? Why ask me? Why not ask Freckles? Or the pretty setter on your team?

Kei: The internet would tell me I have cancer, not that I might be in love with someone

Kei: Secondly, as for the setter comment, I'm assuming you mean Suga

Kei: Thirdly, he would go tell Tadashi, and then the possible love interest, and I don't want to deal with any of those things

Kei: So, please, for the sake of my sanity, just answer the question

Kuroo: Alright, alright. Jeesh. Hypothetically, if you were in love with someone you might start noticing their presence more

Kuroo: It would feel almost like you have a compass where the needle points to them, and you can't turn it off. You notice the little things more than normal, and you know them. I mean, really know them. They feel almost like a part of you

Kuroo: Seeing them hurt hurts you. You constantly feel the need to make sure that they're okay. Even the little things that kind of annoy you are a huge part of what you love about them

Kuroo: You find yourself smiling at them, even when they're doing something completely mundane, and you could recognize their voice in a crowd. Suddenly, they went from just another person, to someone that you could find in a crowd, even if they blend in enough that they normally fade into the background

Kuroo: Hypothetically speaking, of course

Kei was surprised by how much his mentor was able to type out in such a short amount of time, but in the end, he was most surprised by how much it lined up with what you had told him earlier. The basics were the same, and Kei sighed, realizing what this meant for him.

Kei: How to I make it stop?

Kei: Hypothetically

Kuroo: When I figure that out, I'll let you know

Kei blinked at that, then sighed again.

Kei: Thanks, Kuroo-san.

Kuroo: Sure thing Skinny, let me know how it goes

Kuroo: Hypothetically, of course

Kei couldn't help but chuckle softly, and he set his phone aside, wondering whether this was going to change anything, and how long he had been in love with you.

He had always noticed the little things about you, it was just a part of him being perceptive, and he had grown up with you, so he automatically knew you better than 80 percent of the people you went to school with.

But he was more in tune with your presence than even Tadashi was. And he had always managed to pick your voice out in a crowd.

He glanced down at you, and suddenly, instead of being worried about if he was in love you, he was more worried about whether you loved him back or not.

Kei debated texting Tadashi, but he decided that it could wait, and he wanted to enjoy this time with you unhindered.

Kei knew that he was never going to say anything unless he was sure you felt the same way about him.

For one thing, you were nice enough that it was entirely possible that you would date him just because you were too nice to say no. For another thing, he wasn't the kind of guy to make a move if he thought it wouldn't lead to a win. Not to mention, that if you he did ask you out and you said no, that might make things awkward in the friend group, and Kei didn't want that to happen.

He had gone this long, right? What was a few more weeks?

But, of course, things didn't go the way that Kei wanted them to.

As the end of a semester approached, as well as the end of the year, projects piled on, as did speeches and tests.

Kei had always done well academically, and he wasn't as stressed as some of the other people he knew, like Hinata and Kageyama.

You seemed to be feeling the pressure too, even though Kei knew that you were going to be getting some of the higher grades in class, just like always.

You were freaking out more than usual, and Kei realized that he needed to do something if he didn't want you to overwork yourself.

He found you on the swings at the park by your house.

He had gone over to make sure that you had eaten something, but your mother had told him that you had gone out earlier, and that she didn't know where you were.

"Hey," he said, announcing his presence as he settled beside you.

"Hey Kei," you replied, staring at the ground in front of you like it held the key to the universe.

"Are you okay?"

"No," you admitted. "I'm so nervous and freaked out that I can't eat anything. I have that weird mineral deficiency so drinking water just makes me really dizzy and I almost passed out when I stood up at the end of the day and there's nothing I can do about it! Not to mention that, once again, I got stuck with the morons that aren't going to do anything to help me with the project so I'm stuck doing everything by myself. For some of my classes, that's okay, I can just tell the teacher that they didn't help, but for some of them they're going to give me that bullshit lecture about working together. I have no idea what to do my speech about for that one class, and I have so many back to back tests that I think I might forget everything!"

Kei let you ramble, watching the way your hands moved around, trying to communicate the stress and anger and nerves that you were experiencing all at once.

He watched the way yours eyes widened and squeezed shut to add extra emphasis. He watched the way you glanced over at him to make sure that he was still paying attention, to make sure that you weren't annoying him, the way you smiled a little bit whenever you noticed that he was watching you and that you weren't annoying him by talking.

Somehow, you started talking about the constant love letters that he was getting.

"I mean, I get that some girls feel the need to have a boyfriend," you said, rolling your eyes, "but I have bigger things to worry about than their attraction to you, you know? One girl gave me a letter the other day, and I was so tired that I didn't realize what it was, and I started to read it and I was caught between wanting to laugh, cry, and hurl all at the same time."

Kei perked up at that.

"It made me kinda sad too," you admitted, your voice quieting. "I mean, it must really suck for you, getting all these letters claiming that they love you when they don't even know that first thing about who you are. I mean, it was hilarious that she even thought that you were interested in getting a girlfriend, and it was sickening how many times she used the words 'hot', 'sexy', and 'unadulteratedly handsome' to describe you."

Kei knew he made a face at that, with the way you laughed, before you continued, your voice even quieter than it had been, "But it made me sad to think that you keep having to read these things. They claim that they love you, that they want to be with you, and they don't even know who you are. Not in a way that matters at least. I don't know, it was just kind of depressing I guess."

You glanced at him, turning to face him.

"I hope you don't mind, but I started throwing them away. I'm getting sick and tired of being their carrier pigeon, and I really hate thinking about you having to deal with them all the time. If they want to confess they can find another way to do it."

"I don't mind, at all," he assured you, and you smiled at him.

But then your smiled faded into something similar to a frown.

"Hey, Kei?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you remember that promise we made when we were kids?"

"How could I forget? You never shut up about it during middle school," he teased.

"I broke that promise," you whispered. "That was one of the reasons that those letters made me so upset. As someone who has loved you, really loved you, for longer than they've known about you, it made me sick to read some of the things they said. I know that that makes me sound like some kind of possessive bitch, but it's true."

Kei stared at you, wondering if he had just heard that right.

You were in love with him? And had been for more than three years?

Kei felt like the breath had been knocked out of him.

"What's with the face Kei?" you asked. "I thought you knew already."

Kei didn't think that his eyes could get any wider than they were at that moment.

"Y-You . . . I-I what?"

"Come on Kei, you had to have noticed by now," you said, looking more concerned by the second. "I mean, it's not like I act the same way around everyone else that I do around you."

Kei let his brain process the things that you were telling him before he managed to squeak out, "You mean, like a friend thing right?"

You bit your lip, checking his face for something, fiddling with your fingers in your lap.

"No, Kei," you said finally. "I mean like, I want to be your girlfriend kind of love."

You weren't looking at him now, and he was worried you were taking this the wrong way. He didn't want this to end in a misunderstanding so he sighed dramatically.

"So, you're telling me that I could have confessed months ago and avoided the entire overthinking part of my recent internal panic?" he asked, watching the way your brows furrowed with confusion, the way your head whipped up when you finally realized what he was saying to you.

"A-Are you saying that the feeling is mutual?" you asked, eyes wide as you both looked at each other.

"Yes, you dumbass," he teased, smiling softly at you. "I broke that promise too, so it's okay, since we both broke it."

Now you were the one staring at him in disbelief.

Then you were off your swing and pacing in front of them, waving your hands around like a madwoman.

"Holy shit, you love me back," you muttered, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye every few seconds, like you were worried he would disappear. "I-I don't know what to do from here. I never thought that I would get this far. Is . . . is this where we talk about whether we want this to be a serious thing?" you asked. "Is this where we agree that we love each other but we pretend like nothing's changed? What am I supposed to do in this situation?"

"For one thing," Kei said, standing so that he could wrap his hands around your wrists, gently making you look at him. "You could calm down and let me get a word or two in before you make yourself black out."

You nodded, taking a deep breath.

"For another," he continued, "you and I should go back to your house. Your mom is worried sick about you, and you need to eat something before you pass out. We can have a serious talk about what this means once you aren't in danger of passing out from exhaustion or malnutrition."

"Okay, but only because I know that you're going to make me do it anyway," you told him, making him laugh.

You both walked in silence for a while before you asked, "When did you realize?"

"A few months ago," he admitted. "I think I've always known, but that guy- the slimeball that I blocked- got on my nerves enough that I knew it wasn't some platonic 'protect a friend' thing. I started seeing it more and more after that. I talked to Kuroo-san about it when I was nearly 100 percent sure, and that solidified it for me I guess, that night you and Tadashi stayed over and we watched that horrid slasher film. I woke up and you were right there by my side, and suddenly I couldn't imagine waking up any other way."

"That really was a horrible movie," you muttered. "I didn't think you were going to be the cheesy one today, but then again, you are always surprising me. And you didn't think to tell me?"

"I was worried it would make things awkward, and I didn't want to say something and be wrong, you know? Besides, you can't say anything. How long have you known?"

"Do you remember the summer before our third year in middle school and we all stayed at my grandparents' camp for three weeks?"

"That long? We were- what?- twelve?"

"Yeah. I remember that there was a thunderstorm the first night we were there, and I got up in the middle of the night because I couldn't sleep, so I stood on the deck, in a tank top and shorts because I wanted to. I don't even remember how long I had been out there when you wandered out. I remember calling you a dumbass because 'What if I was a murderer?' and you just called me short.

"We both stood there for a few minutes, and when I shivered, you wrapped your arms around my waist from behind me, pressing your chest to my back and calling me an idiot for wearing something so light in the middle of a thunderstorm. Instead of doing the sensible thing and getting a blanket or a jacket, you just hugged me and stood there with me until I couldn't stand it and we went inside."

Kei remembered that. He had seen you standing out on the deck when the lightning had flashed, and he had been worried when you weren't in your room, so he had gone out to check on you.

You had looked so happy, standing there in the rain, listening to the thunder crash in the distance.

He had wanted to stay with you, so he had.

It was one of the first times he had decided that he didn't care what it looked like, he cared for you, and he was going to show it somehow.

Kei slipped his hand into yours, interlacing your fingers together.

You glanced at him, but you didn't say anything, just squeezed his hand and walked with him.

When you both got back to your house, you grabbed a plate of food and plopped down at your desk in your room.

Kei lounged on your bed while you ate, watching you flip through a textbook and scribble notes in between bites of food.

When you pushed the plate to the side, your turned to face him.

"So."

You both locked eyes and chuckled.

"I already told you what I wanted out of this," you told him, shrugging. "I'm fine with whatever we decide, but that's my best case scenario ending for this."

"You make this sound like a business meeting," he teased, watching you stand up to move next to him on your bed.

"What do you want from this, Kei?" you asked, glancing down at your lap.

"I want you to be my girlfriend," he admitted. "I want to glare at guys that think they even have a chance with you. I want to kiss you for good luck before a game, all that sappy shit that everyone says that I wouldn't be into."

You smiled, laughing a little breathlessly for a moment before you comprehended everything he said.

"All of it?" you asked, turning those damned doe eyes on him again.

"All of it," he confirmed.

You chuckled softly, taking his hand again.

"Good. Me too."

"Good," he replied, pressing a quick kiss to your temple.

You giggled, something that made Kei stop for a moment, because you weren't the type of girl to giggle, at anything.

He smiled softly at you, and he wondered how much shit he was going to get from his team with you around, but he realized that it wasn't anything he needed to worry about yet.

Then he remembered something else.

"Hey, do you want to cause a little chaos?" Kei asked you.

"How so?"

"Remember how I said I talked to Kuroo-san?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, he wanted me to let him know how it went," Kei admitted. "I have him, Bokuto, Akaashi, Lev, and Hinata in a discord group chat. I want to try something, if you're okay with it."

"What do you have in mind?" you asked, arching an eyebrow, a smirk on your lips that said you were up for almost anything.

Skinny: img.jpg

Skinny: Thanks Kuroo-san

five people are typing...

Kei laughed, leaning over to show you the chaos that had ensued when he had sent the group chat the photo of you kissing his cheek.

You giggled at the many exclamation points and question marks, snickering at Kuroo's reply.

"I love you," you told him, kissing his cheek again.

"I love you too," he said, ignoring the calls that were coming through on his phone as he leaned over to cup your face in his hands.

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Zhongli (Genshin Impact) - Yandere Profile

This man's voice has a POWER over me I SWEAR

tws: yandere, mentions of n/sfw

tws (under the cut): very ddlg-esque vibes, sorta? infantilization, noncon

I'm sorry I get such strong daddy vibes it unintentionally went in this direction, hope that isn't too bad lmao

I’m working on all the prompts I’ve gotten in! I’ve gotten a few so I’ll be working on those.

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

He's one that might be likely to misunderstand his feelings at first, think that he sees himself as a mentor or maybe even an authority figure, someone to guide you and teach you and serve as a dependable partner to your travels. As time goes on, and he begins to recognize how utterly flustered he gets around you, he's forced to acknowledge the actual feelings he has.

While some yanderes with a slight aloofness or pride to them get worse when in love, such as Childe or Kaeya, his drops completely. You bring out a softer side of him, really, one that's protective and tender and loving, so very loving, wanting to be around you, with you. He's certainly an obsessive, protective type, ultimately allowing his protective nature to get the better of him as he demands to know everything you've done, account for your location at every moment, constantly keep track of your habits, inquire about very personal details of your life. If he realizes you're bothered by it, he might draw back a bit, but he's convinced that that's just your perception, that it's necessary, truly, and not at all unusual.

Pet names. Particularly fond of love, darling, and angel. Sweet things that represent what you mean to him -- something precious, something to represent his adoration and idolization.

The primary form of delusion comes from a perception of you. He's obsessive, and idolizes you to an extent. He perceives you as pure, innocent, angelic. The thing is, this applies regardless of whether or not you actually are. If you are, it will solidify the idea, but even if you're not, he will find a way to see you so, anyway. No matter how wise you are, no, you're naive. No matter how capable you are, no, you're weak and fragile. No matter how experienced you may be, no, you're pure. He can always keep this delusion running by bringing into account age and comparison - you'll never be as strong as him, so you might as well be frail and weak. You'll never have lived as long as him, so really, do you think there's that much difference between you and a child, when compared to someone like himself?

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Actually highly likely, and pretty quickly. As he observes you, it becomes very clear to him how very fragile you are, how naive you are, you are quite literally too pure, too angelic, to be living in this world with such beings as humans. Fragile, beautiful little things have a place where they belong - protected. Where do we put fragile, beautiful things? We put them behind glass, behind ropes, in pretty cages, in secluded rooms. It's only natural that you, too, need a similar environment.

He's one of the ones that will... Elegantly kidnap you, as odd as it sounds. He's not a brute that would do something horrendous like knocking you out or drugging you, no, he'll find an excuse for you to come to his abode, invite you in, and you'll walk in none the wiser. Only after your in, and the doors close, does he guide you to your new room, calmly explaining that he's come to the realization that you're too fragile to continue your journey, and ought to simply give up on your travels. He knows you'll be upset at first. Like a child being denied, you'll get pouty, moody, you might cry, you might lash out at him. It's predictable. He'll dry your eyes and calm you down, brushing off any harsh words you may have, holding your wrists in his hands when you try to push him away, softly reassuring you that it will all be alright, that you're safe now, and you'll learn to accept this with time.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape?

He would want something... elaborate. He's a man with taste for the most beautiful of things, including yourself, and he won't settle for something as simple as a chain or ropes. No, that would be too simple and brutish, and you, one of the finest things in his life, deserve something equally beautiful and delicate.

He's one of the ones that would go to a great deal of preparation for your arrival. He'd have a room prepared just for you, very ornate, beautifully tailored to you -- the walls your favorite color, the bed made of the same material as your old one, and the whole room completely filled with things you're certain you never even told him you liked. Clothes that fit perfectly to your body. It's frightening how perfect it is, because you know he had to go out of his way to acquire the information to achieve such perfection, but you have no idea how.

Everything about it elegant and detailed, right down to the series of ornate locks on the door. They're some of the sturdiest available, made with essentially unbreakable metal alloys and the most intricate lock systems to date. The windows don't open, and he'd certainly find some way to ensure escape through them isn't an option -- perhaps metal bars, perhaps an unbreakable glass substitute, perhaps merely locating your new home right on the edge of one of Liyue's most beautiful mountains, so that if you were to go out the window you'd plummet to the earth below. He's a bit delusional, but he's not stupid, and he will think through every possibility. Every little detail he needs to keep you safe and confined.

He's certain that, perfect as it is, this room is all you will ever need to be happy. Should you desire anything else, he can bring it to you. You'll never have to leave.

So it goes without saying that it would be exceptionally difficult to escape him. You'd have to find a way through the locks, for which your best bet would be to get some hair pins or tiny writing utensils. Even if you managed it, though, which would frankly be a very difficult feat, you'll have to deal with staying free. Zhongli has ties to the people of Liyue as a whole, and needless to say, he has eyes everywhere. You can't risk appearing in the harbor area, there will be far too many people who would immediately report you, and you'd just be walking right to him anyhow. The surrounding areas also have ties to him, so you'd want to try and reach Mondstadt, as far as it is, which is a difficult travel by foot all alone. You won't get far. He's faster, he's wiser, and he will find you long before you could ever hope to make it there.

However, he's not quite as angry as some yanderes would be about it. He doesn't take your escape personally, no, he blames himself, only calculating his own mistakes as to how it happened. He sees you as something like... a little runaway pet, so naive and dull that you don't know any better than to go wandering off. Or perhaps like a child, just sheepishly curious and wanting to explore, not knowing the dangers of the world. Or, perhaps...

"I haven't been giving you enough attention, have I? That's why you pulled this little act of rebellion... you're hurt by my negligence and wanted to be reassured of my care for you. I'm so sorry... I understand now, love. This was my fault. I've been so caught up with work... I'll delegate some tasks to my workers, and I'll be able to spend more time with you from now on, alright? Don't worry, I'm not angry, I'll take full responsibility. I'll be sure to make it up to you... now, let's go home."

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Much like Childe or Venti or anyone who has been around as long as he has, you really don't stand a chance. He's an incredibly perceptive man. There's not much to say on the matter, as any attempts will be quickly shut down.

He'd find it amusing, really. Like a child trying to lie, but the evidence is all over their face and hands - it's that obvious to him. It's cute enough that he almost hates having to discipline you for it, but, you have to learn.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

He wants his little angel to be safe - and unfortunately, you, being so naive and empty headed, don't always know what's best for you. He knows rules can be hard to follow perfectly, but they're there to keep you safe.

Extremely strict, will want to monitor every moment of your life, every little movement you take, and will insist on watching over you in every task. He'll pick out everything you wear, everything you eat.

Occasionally, if you ask very sweetly, he may take you out for walks in Liyue. Honestly, he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy taking you to what he knows are the finest locations, shops with the highest level of craftsmanship, restaurants with a high price tag and reputable food. He enjoys showing off his refined tastes and discerning selective abilities. And honestly? There's a certain... Powerful feeling to knowing you're made aware of the costs when he makes high purchases in front of you... even if you don't realize he's not always actually the one paying for it, or that he forgot mora again but promises the owner to pay later - but he'll make sure you don't know that. You hear the numbers, and your eyebrows raise, your eyes widen. You'd nearly faint if that total was on your responsibility, and he knows that. Which is why he'll simply smile at you, and tell you you're worth every last Mora. He'll buy you nearly anything you may desire. It seems like leniency, but in reality, it's his subtle way of locking control and dependency over you, making you respect him, making you love him.

"Don't worry, love. It's not a lot... Not to me, at least. Even if it were, my angel only deserves the best, no?"

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Oh dear. Again, he's very strict, and wants to monitor everything you do, every little aspect of your life. He decides what you eat, portioning your meals to make sure you're eating enough, he worries about you going hungry during your travels, but luckily you'll never have to worry about that again. If you have a sweet tooth, he'll sigh and worry about your teeth and health, but he'll make sure to account for a little bit of sugar in your day, and will even pick up little treats from some of the most reputable places in Liyue.

He picks out clothes for you with each day. They're not... Normal clothes, per se. Certainly not what you'd normally wear on your travels. And it's not like anyone will see you except him - which is exactly why you'll have clothes he would never want anyone else to see you in. Frilly, lacey things, somehow both highly sexualized but also incredibly infantile, soft pinks, baby blues, gentle off-whites. They accentuate the curves of your body so perfectly, while just barely letting him see the parts of you normally kept hidden.

You'll have a schedule - a bath time, a bedtime, a wake-up time. He's weak to your requests, though, and may let you stay up a little late every now and then, or sleep in just a bit, if you make that soft pouting face and beg. He'll insist on bathing you, dressing you, so that you don't have to - and can't even if you wanted to - lift a finger even to wash yourself or put your clothes on.

He has a set of rules for you, very simple ones he hopes you can easily follow. No trying to leave. No doing anything dangerous. No talking to strangers when you go out. You must hold his hand whenever you're walking together, don't go wandering off.

He'll feel ashamed of the thought for a while, but eventually he'll cave and give into the desire, no, the security precaution, of a nice little collar for you. It's not too embarrassing, no, he went out of his way to find one that was delicate, almost like a necklace, made with fine materials, the engraving only visible up close. If you look closely, though, it clearly bears his name.

Breaking the rules is expected, he anticipates it. You're not the brightest, he might even view it as a mistake. A benefit is that you can easily pass it off as simply forgotten, or an accident. Hence, he's not too harsh - normally. He'll sigh, forgive you, and pat your head, contemplating how to prevent your access in the future.

Perhaps you wriggled out of his hand and ran off while walking? You were just excited, distracted, like a child. He might be able to procure a small leash, one that wouldn't be immediately obvious or embarrassing, to attach to your collar. Perhaps some cuff-like links to latch your arm to his.

You forgot the rule about not handling the kitchen knives and cut yourself? He'll have to get some kind of lock and simply keep them safely away from you. No big deal. Any measures are worth your safety.

If you push the limits, or have a defiant attitude, he might reach the point of punishment. As for not-unwholesome things, this would usually include taking away privileges, such as walks or sweets, but overall, punishment will mostly come in more impure forms.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Not too much to say here - he has connections. He doesn't need to dirty his own hands. For all his supposed humility, if he truly dislikes someone, they're no more significant than an insect to him. He has no reservations about ridding the world of people who, in his mind, are obviously trying to deceive you, abuse you, corrupt you.

Thankfully, he is very capable of keeping a neutral face, even when he feels laughter building up. It would probably look strange if he were smiling over the newest body to come into his parlor.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

It's a slow buildup. He views restraint as a virtue, and looks down upon those who lack control over their own tempers. He's a man who strives to meet his own standards of character, and that very much applies to self control and ability to maintain a controlled demeanor, even when he feels a bit of frustration due to you being intentionally and deliberately defiant.

It's his responsibility to be a good role model for you and make sure you understand how to behave. However, in the end, he's very keen on properness and rules. If you have a tendency towards brattiness and pushing your limits, you may drive him to a boiling point.

However, even when expressing his anger, he's remarkably controlled. It's very mature, really. Nonetheless, he will have you shivering and tearful with his voice alone, booming with that depth that reverberates off the walls, that vibrates against your very core. His true anger is one that can strike fear even in the most courageous individuals - he's terrifying when he wants to be, fierce and intimidating, a sort of power just eminates from him.

Nonetheless, it's quick, he calms down very quickly, wipes the tears from your eyes, and sighs.

"I do hate having to be firm with you... but I can't have you thinking you can just act however you want. You understand that, don't you?"

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

Both? It's difficult to describe. You're an angel to him. You're the finest work of art, the most intricate creation, the kind of person whose body and likeness deserves to be preserved in art and tradition, one of those women who should be renowned for beauty even centuries long after you're gone from the earth. It's almost goddess-like. At the same time, there's a beautiful, tragic duality to your essence, he thinks. A fragility and a dependency that leaves you in need, but an inherent status of perfection that makes you deserve the utmost perfect of care. You need to be coddled, cared for, protected, but you deserve it. Like a deity incarnated into a mere fragile human form, a queen that needs support to retain her grace.

Unlike some, he doesn't view his care and protection as some kind of favor that should be repaid with your gratitude, no, really, he is grateful that he is the one who is even deserving of being your caretaker, your provider, your lover.

Even if he is the one who determined that he deserves that role.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

He's convinced that he can show you that he is your protector, your lover, that it's fate itself that has locked you together, not just his own will.

And he is, above all else, patient. One of the most patient you could encounter. You think a year is a long time? It's nothing to him. A century for you? More than a lifetime. For him? Nothing. He can and will wait, as long as it takes, and he will never falter in his continual care. He'll remind you frequently, he'll shower you in affection, but if you don't return it? It's not that bad. He has all the time in the world to fix you.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Moraless Sugar daddy

But in all seriousness, he is definitely of the gift-giving love language. He sees beautiful things, and beautiful things make him think of you! It's sweet, he thinks. So many little things he sees throughout his day make him think of you, and he has to have all of them, see your face when he gives them to you. He likes making you happy, for one, but he'd be lying if he said there wasn't a sort of satisfactory pride he gets from the power dynamic of it all. He wants to be the sole source of provision in your life, he wants your dependency.

If we're talking prior to the events of the game, it will be even more extreme. He treats it like it's truly nothing, throwing around massive purchases, seemingly as if he's not thinking about it at all. But he is - rest assured, he's taking it into consideration, at least, that is, how it will affect your attitude and perception of him.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

On the reserved side. He'd never conduct himself improperly in public, of course. It's out of the question. He cares about proper behavior and public image, and he'd never behave in a vulgar manner.

Even in private, he's certainly one of the ones that struggles with a certain guilt. To some degree, he would feel like you're so innocent and pure that he doesn't want to corrupt you. He goes through stages. First, he'll lie to himself, telling himself that the feelings he has for you are simply protective, platonic, a natural sense of responsibility for you. That becomes more and more difficult to convince himself of, the more excited he becomes around you, the more he finds his eyes drawn to whatever bits of skin are exposed on your body, finding himself drifting off to impure thoughts, trying to push them away.

Second, once he's forced to acknowledge the true nature of these feelings, he'll simply practice restraint, something he's rather good at in this area. He tries, he really does. He tells himself he can't do something so impure, that it would violate you, that he should be ashamed of himself for it. It becomes more and more and more difficult to restrain himself with time, the feelings rising and the thoughts become more difficult to push away, eventually entertaining the fantasies in his head in an attempt to rid himself of the urge in real life. It doesn't work, no, it only makes the urges worse, and he can't be around you without his body nearly commanding him to do something. And finally, he'll take a different stance entirely, telling himself that, no, it's not going to corrupt you, rather, it's taking care of you. If he really wants to love you, really wants to care for all of your needs, then surely that would include your physical needs, and therefore, really, it would be wrong of him not to help you.

As that shift in viewpoints goes on, he'll become more and more bold, hands lingering just a little longer, face coming just a little closer. It's a slow build of tension, just waiting to boil over.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

He understands you're nervous. Again, no matter how experienced you are, somehow in his head he makes it out to be insignificant. Even if you've had other relationships, he convinces himself - and tries to convince you - that they were inadequate, they didn't care about you, not like he does. And he'll treat it as that -- any resistance you put up is nervousness, nothing more, nothing less. He'll reassure you a million times that you won't feel pain, that he'll be gentle, that you'll feel good, even if his size and strength frankly is rather intimidating regardless of experience. He'll keep cooing in your ear, softly whispering reassurance, softly running hands over your skin, holding you in place as the last inch stretches you apart.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

Infantilization

Again, no matter how smart, experienced, and capable you may be, you're none of those things to him. You're a fragile, little thing. He has to take care of you at all times. It may not be evident at first, and he himself likely doesn't fully realize it, but there is something highly sexual to this for him. Caring for you puts him in a position of dominance, control. It gives him access to your privacy, dressing you up, fingers running over your skin, bathing you, watching your skin glisten. He'll talk to you in this way, too, often softly, remarking every little way in which you need him, and even condescendingly so. He wants you to be his, not only in a sense of love, but of possession.

Oral

Primarily giving. Even on its own, he loves the taste, but the effect it has on you makes it that much better. He loves anything that forces you to depend on him entirely for pleasure, that puts you at his mercy. And he'll be torturous about it too, restraining your arms and legs so you can't control anything, hold your hips down so you can't roll into him, so that only he can determine exactly how much pressure and speed you get. And he won't rush it, no, he'll go so slowly it's torturous, and telling you very simply that if you want any more, you'll have to beg.

Edging

For a variety of reasons. The power trip is as exhilarating as it is pleasurable, but he also loves watching your body writhe. Each little muscle that moves under the flesh when your arms strain against his hand holding your wrists together, the convulsing of your stomach muscles, the way your toes curl and legs spasm and the sweet little whimpers you make when he draws back just short of your high. He's mastered watching your reactions, knowing exactly when to stop, even if you try to mask it. He'll want you to tell him, though, nonetheless, tell him when you're close, if for nothing else but the sense of you obeying his commands.

Collaring

Similarly to infantilization, it gives him something of a sense of control, of possession. He loves seeing his name engraved on it, marking the whole of your being with his ownership. In his somewhat rare moments of roughness, he'll want to pull on it, use it to draw you towards him, in a moment of your defiance, in particular. If you're being mouthy, whiny, disobedient, and you finally make him snap, especially if you try to walk away from him, he'll yank you back with force, pulling you close to him, and when the force of it shuts you up, changes your demeanor, forces you to acknowledge your submission - the satisfaction he'll get from that is incomparable.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

As much as he likes the idea, to him, you're already like a child, naive and fragile. Could your body even handle a pregnancy, a birth? He'd likely try to avoid it, but in the end, if it happened by accident anyway, rest assured you'd be getting the best care of any woman to ever be pregnant in Teyvat, and he'd do everything in his power to ensure you were always comfortable, taking his caretaking to another level, almost never even letting you get up, insisting you stay still and calm and needy.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

He'd be one to pull the "it doesn't hurt you as much as it does me" line, but really, even if he refuses to admit it to his own self, having you bent over his lap is just as much for his own enjoyment as it is a disciplinary measure. It's more humiliating than it is painful -- he'd hold back, afraid of hurting you with his strength, but taking in every little flinch and whimper you make as he brings his hand down on your ass, keeping your head pressed down, kneading at the flesh. He'd insist it's the most effective punishment measure, but you can feel the hard-on digging into your stomach. The worse the behavior, the worse the beating, but every time, after it's over, he'll hold you upright, wiping the tears from your eyes and asking you if you learned you lesson, if you intend to do it again, and smiling when you insist you won't.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Your skin. It's beautiful, and he loves the way that light from the moon and sun look on your naked form. He loves the way your skin feels, soft and delicate, smooth, so paper thin and fragile, and so, so deliciously prone to showing marks from the slightest of harm - a simple smack can make the plump flesh darkened and reddened, the lightest suckling will leave beautiful hickeys all down your neck and chest. There are so many ways to mark his property, to stake a visible claim all over you, it's irresistible.

He also will go out of his way, when picking out all the things he wants you to wear, to find colors that best go with your skin tone, in a contrasting sense - particularly lacey, sheer things that contrast very well, so he can see your soft flesh perfectly defined against the little lace patterns.

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