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riaki · 6 months

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nice boys and sour hearts | satoru gojo x reader

wc: 4.6k cw: minor swearing, he refers to u as 'momma' once (its normal i promise) n i think thats about it post suguru defection, shoko typical smoking ; no established relationship b ur def more than friends

i didnt want this angst to be too intense so i made it super duper fluffy. hopes it tastes like strawberries to u cs it does in my head ; another one of those fics i whipped up to meet the weekend deadline b i’m actually proud of this one not proofread!

satoru hates arguing with you.

it bites at him; twists his heart from the inside out in such a gut-wrenching way that he can hardly stand seeing your nose wrinkle in frustration and your eyes narrow with impatience, let alone hear the words coming out of your mouth, dripping with venom and irritation directed at him. he's never been used to being on the receiving end.

it tastes sour; bitter on his tongue in a way he's never been accustomed to. his tastebuds only recognize the sweet taste of fruit syrup, powdered sugar, or warm chocolate as home; he never indulges in the bitter, like the black coffee the kid he took in seems to like so much. but he'll take the silly sour lemon drops with sweet cream in the center, only because they remind him of you. you, so sweet when you love but sour when you're annoyed, which happens to be now, in this instant.

of course, he'll tell himself he doesn't mind. that sweet and sour have always gone nicely together. like strawberry lemonade on hot summer afternoons when the both of you have had enough of being stuffed into a clammy hot classroom with your musclebrain teacher. sometimes its the three of you, maybe even the four of you if you get lucky with the pixie stick trade offering (a healthier alternative to a cigarette, you both agreed on). but nowadays, it was only ever the two of you. the bitter had chosen his own path, and tangy was locked up in the infirmary sun up to sun down.

but right now, you're upset with him. and he absolutely despises it— to him, it's abhorrent. a strong word, but it's only fitting. but he can't help it when your conversation lingers in his mind, spinning itself a web of self-doubt and hurt and anger as he slips his gym shoes off and redresses himself by the school lockers, running a hand through his hair with a forced, annoyed exhale.

it was nothing big, really. or at least, that's what he thinks. you'd been in the gym after school, watching as he messed around with the basketball, seeing how long he could go dribbling by himself with a bump of his knee there, pushing it to the floor with his hand and watching it bounce back up with mild interest. he had no one to play with, but at least the ball would come back up no matter how much he pushed it down.

it was small. barely worth fussing over.

he had already been irritated. it was hot out, because summer was coming around. sweat beaded on his neck and rolled down his chest, seeping into his shirt as he wiped his forehead and made another shoot at the hoop, landing back on his feet with a soft thud as the basketball rattled around the rusted metal ring and fell through the net for the nth time that afternoon.

a hum of approval comes from your throat, followed by a loud whistle of contentment from him as he watches the ball bounce on the floor. he hikes his sunglasses up his forehead, bringing an arm up and wiping away the sweat on his cheek with his sleeve as he turns to look at you.

"that was pretty good, yeah? i think i deserve a celebratory smooch. lay some sugar on me, momma'." he laughs, loud and arrogant. you just give him a pointed look at that, but he ignores it as a sign for something wrong and only acknowledges it as your dramatic endearment. like speeding up at the sight of a yellow light in hopes that you'll make it instead of slowing down at the warning.

his shoes made squeaking sounds on the gym floor as he made his way over to you, swiping his shades off his face and sliding them onto your forehead, nestling in your hair as he grabbed a rag from the bench and wiped the sweat from his jaw. you have his uniform jacket on your lap, the yellow button glinting in the dying sunlight filtering in through the windows, reflecting off indiscernible flecks of dust in the air.

you had watched him with quiet contentment, observing the languid way he moved, graceful like a dancer moving in water. but then, you seemed to remember something; his lips pressed into a thin line, tilted to one side in anticipation. it made you hesitate— he always knew when you were about to speak before you even opened your mouth. he had come to notice, and appreciate, little things about you like that.

"were you smoking with shoko?" you had asked him. he tilted his head, eyebrow cocked up as he made a face. "no, i wasn't. why d'ya ask?" he huffed, watching from the corner of his eye with mild disinterest as the basketball, still rolling from his previous goal, bumped into the wall. cocky as ever.

(he wouldn't even look you in the eye when you were being dead serious.)

you reach a hand into his jacket, fishing around for something in his pocket; that gets his attention. who knows what trinkets and candy wrappers he has in there? and he'd hate for you to send him to his yearly checkup early again; the nurses always try to coddle him, and he has half a mind to charge for battery. nevertheless, he almost mistakes what you pull out for a lollipop stick. but it's not— it's a cigarette; a white papery hit of cancer with a dead cherry. certainly not a wise idea to keep that in his pocket among the other very flammable wax wrappers and the occasional flower petal, but who were you to judge? you, who's lips pucker like they've just tasted lemon juice when he eyes the unlit cigarette, utterly unamused.

he knows that you know it's his; the subtle glistening of pink around the end points to the gloss on his lips; he can practically taste it on his tongue. he wonders if you'd put the cigarette to your mouth too if you could have a sample of his lipgloss; then again, you could always just ask for a lip-to-lip taste, and he'd indulge you without a second thought.

you twist the cigarette butt between your fingers so that he can see the remnants of faint strawberry pink on the edges. he just rolls his eyes with a loud huff, leaning his weight back on his heels and shoving his hands in his pant pockets.

"yeesh. you're such a goody two shoes, y'know? how come shoko's allowed to smoke 'n i'm not?" he drawls, an arrogant lilt to his voice as he sticks his lower lip out. you can see a matte spot where the gloss had been transferred to the cigarette paper. you just sigh exasperatedly (he feels like a kid when you do that) and lean forward, resting your elbows on your knees. his jacket bunches up in your lap.

you tap the cigarette to his chest a few times; it makes a soft thumping sound against the fabric, and for a moment he's grateful of the noise; it sounds just like the way his heartbeat picks up with each touch, but you don't hear it. he wonders if you ever will. maybe one day, when there isn't so much distance between you and he has the opportunity to tuck your head to his chest, right over his heart.

"it's not that i care about the lung damage, idiot. why were you smoking?" you asked, voice softening. and he absolutely hates when you do that, because it always pulls on his heartstrings and brings a flush to his face, the way you treat him. he thought that if you did it enough, he'd be sent to the doctor for heart palpitations instead of a sweet tooth.

he doesn't answer you at that. how could he tell you, when he knew all that'd result from it was a thorn in his side? you, being the rose. so beautiful but awfully prickly and unfairly sour like a lemondrop with a sweet inside. then again, he'd much rather have your interrogating care than lose you, like what had happened with the reason he was trying out smoking in the first place.

then, it happened— your voice went unbearably soft, like puffy white covers and featherlight pillows with silk covers on a saturday morning, looking out the window to see pink tulips against a cloudy blue sky as the sun streamed in. it almost made him want to clutch your hand over his chest and see if you could feel the way he was reacting. no doubt, it was filled with such patient tenderness; all-encompassing sweetness it made him want to cry. so he coughed to cover it up, averting his gaze and bringing one hand to his face to absentmindedly smooth down the strands of damp white hair hanging over his eyes.

"thinkin' about suguru again, are you?" you asked gently, tucking the cigarette back into your pocket—yours, not his—and reaching out to take his hand.

his lips parted ever so slightly, gaping like a goldfish. he knew he looked silly, and he should've been okay with that— because being vulnerable with you, out of everyone he ever knew (with maybe the exception of one) was easier than breathing; came more naturally to him than his gravitation to a challenge. the same could be said for sweets.

(maybe he'd have to re-evaluate his proclaimed taste, then. since you were more sour than sweet.)

but this time, he wasn't okay with it. it had been hard to talk about what had happened with suguru one year ago since— it formed a nasty lump in his throat, bitter like black coffee and the wrong mix of herbs. it made him feel weak. reminding him of his shortcomings, which, in his mind, shouldn't even exist in the first place. but you never had a problem ripping his problems from the shielded cavity in his gut, bringing them under the operator's light to dissect and solve like a surgeon. forget about forcing him to the doctor's— at this point, you should be the one in the white coat, not shoko. he thinks about what you'd look like with blue gloves on your delicate fingers for a moment too long.

"what's it to you?" he snaps back after what feels like three years of his life. his fingers tighten around yours for a moment before he pulls his hand away abruptly.

the frown that lingered on your face from then on had been burned into his memory.

and, well, that was his mistake. it spiraled from there— because he knew what it was to you, and he hated that. hated that you could see straight through him like a cloud blue stained glass window; without rose colored lenses like the ones he always wore (the ones he rocked, he thinks).

a crack of thunder overhead jolts him from his thoughts; he couldn't even get in there to dust the spiderwebs away before being jerked back into reality. he clicks his tongue in disappointment, watching as the skies pry themselves open and rain begin to fall in the way it only did over heavy summer showers. he wishes the sky would stop its weeping, but even the strongest has his limitations.

but it doesn't matter. he has one of those cheap plastic umbrellas he'd bought from a convenience store one day in a late march many moons ago, during the brightest blue spring of his life. and so, he didn't understand why he was lingering at the door, swinging the umbrella around his fingers by the hook on the handle, watching as the rain fell with increased fervor. there was no plastic button to keep the folds tied up, so it floundered around with each swing like a tulip bent by monsoon winds. maybe on the coast of some faraway land with windmills and fields of flowers. he wonders if he'll ever get to see the world with you someday— a fleeting thought that crumbles instantly when he conjures your pretty face in his vision, clear yet distorted like a reflection on a glazed pond, rippling water from the dragonflies that skipped over the surface.

you were definitely still angry with him, because you hadn't showed— normally, you'd walk home together. sometimes with shoko, if she didn't leave early. angry words echo in his mind, the image of your downturned lips swimming in his bright vision as he watches the rain streak down the window panes by the lockers. there's a fog settling over the grass outside that's sure to leave dew after the storm. he wonders when that'll be.

"why can't you ever take me seriously? can't you see i'm worried about you?"

"of course i can. but i don't need your damn concern!”

...

he'd been sorely mistaken, that was for sure. loosing his cool and snapping at you wasn't exactly something he took pleasure in, either way. he leans back on his heels, tapping his foot impatiently as he holds the umbrella like a cane against the floor. infinity could probably do away with the rain. another reason as to why he's not even sure why he's waiting here, or why he's holding an umbrella. perhaps to keep in case he has to offer it to some poor, shivering and cowering young maiden lost beneath the shading of a bus stop behind a curtain of rain droplets, with a charming grin and a wink.

maybe.

a shuffle behind him catches his ear; he turns his head, an unamused expression on his face as his eyes drift over the empty room to land on you. the shadows beneath your eyes are prominent, and your hair is unkempt. there are sleep lines on your face; you probably fell asleep in a classroom somewhere, which is why you delayed.

it was evident you weren't expecting to see him, though— with the way your eyes widened a little before they dropped again, nose bridge wrinkling slightly as if you'd caught the scent of something unpleasant. your eyes left his, and he felt a little disappointed as he watched them wander toward the window, where the current downpour was prominent. he didn't like the way it made his chest pang when your attention was anywhere but him, so he raised his hand lazily, tilting his head to catch your attention that he so clearly craved.

"yo. got an umbrella?" he calls, tapping the tip of his budget cane on the floor. the thud is the only sound for a while as your gaze wanders back over to him; reluctant.

"no, i don't. i didn't expect it to rain so hard today." you responded quietly, stepping over to him with a small sigh. almost a little resigned, he thinks. he can't be sure, though. he never is with you. doesn't know whether to expect his candy to be sour in the center or the other way around; but maybe he likes a bit of uncertainty every once in a while. (not with you, though. if it means arguing? never with you.)

his sunglasses are hooked around the collar of your shirt. he doesn't know why it takes him so long to realize, but when he does, he has to clear his throat in an effort to hide the heat on his face and do away with the blush. "here. take mine. i don't need it," he says curtly, offering his umbrella to you. he wants to snatch the shades from your shirt, but he doesn't want anything to go wrong, so he just eyes them warily, careful not to let his gaze slip past into anything you'd be pissed at him for.

you eye him, eyes narrowed as you raise an eyebrow, but you don't protest. your fingers brush against his for a brief moment when you take it, shaking it a little before opening the door and stepping outside, opening it up. it looks like a little clear plastic mushroom cap over your head; you're short enough to constitute as the stalk in his eyes. it's a little funny, but he has to stifle the laugh bubbling on his tongue lest you think he's making a mock of you.

he follows after you, slipping past to stand at your side with his hands in his pockets. you can't help but feel a little curious despite your prolonged anger (you like holding grudges, he knows), so you sneak a glance upward to satiate your wonder. you don't expect him to look as breathtaking as he does.

the clouds are light overhead; they're not a heavy blanket of gray anymore, and a small strip of light manages to push through, shining on satoru's pale white hair. you can make out the edge of his undercut against his neck when the wind picks up a little, the color of fluffy white clouds on a lavender sunset with the sway of yellow flowers beneath an expanse of a bright sky. there's a little cat hair on the collar of his jacket; you realize with a faint flush that it must've been from when you were holding his jacket for him in the gym. somehow, the cat you have at home found its way to satoru. you hope your pet has become a matchmaking fortune teller, for the sake of your happiness.

what catches your eye the most, though, isn't the cat hair on his dark jacket or the faraway look in his misty blue eyes; it's the outline of rain water around him, a product of his infinity, you realize. he's dry underneath the downpour, and it never ceases to amaze you. it's like there's a soft glowing halo against the backdrop of tangled wires, gray walls and pale green bushes— he looks like an angel boy, school bag hooked and hanging over one shoulder.

eventually, you manage to peel your gaze away, and he notices— looks down at you, pressing his lips together and running his tongue over them. he can taste strawberry gloss.

wordlessly, you start walking. and he follows suit, rain bouncing off of him; you catch yourself sneaking glances from under the roof of your clear umbrella between raindrops that slide down the clear plastic. sometime during the walk home, he had gone off and gotten himself a drink from a nearby vending machine— the red can catches your eye, and your fingers curl around the rubber handle of the lent umbrella as you watch him drink; the bob of his adam's apple before he crushes the can up and tosses it into a nearby bush, causing a brief scattering of leaves and a downpour of collecting droplets onto the pavement.

despite the rain, the weeds between the cracks in the sidewalk still stay strong; they have deep roots. much like the way you never fail to scowl at him for littering. he catches it— of course he does. he's been praying for a sign you're not still so hopelessly angry with him that you can't even bring yourself to have a civil walk in the summer rain together. after the scowl, though, comes the smile— the one that always makes him melt in his shoes, much like the sunshine after the rain.

and there it is at last, he thinks. the hard sour coating melts away on his tongue, draining the taste of lemon to reveal a sweet, genuine center. all it takes is time. your lips curve up, and you duck your head, hiding the small bemused laugh that leaves you breathless.

"what are you laughin' at?" he huffs, glaring down at you. but there's no malice behind it— if only you could feel the wave of relief that's washed over him, a crest of white foam that leaves behind still waters reflected in the pools of sapphire in his eyes. nothing like the hit of numbing nicotine he'd shared in the shade of an alleyway with shoko earlier that day— away from the sun; away from you. hidden from both. or maybe they were the same— to him, he couldn't differentiate.

"i'm not laughing!" you protested weakly, immediately wiping the grin from your lips, and he regrets speaking up. "just.. i dunno."

you walk in silence for a little longer, content to listen to the rain lighten up overhead. satoru kicks a plastic onigiri wrapper out of the way, splashing up a puddle as a frown dampens his face when the wrapping only clings to his shoes. he's fine with getting a little grumpy if it means seeing you smile again. and even better, you laugh again— so sweet, like the chiming of bells in the wind's melody.

"please don't do that again." your voice sounds so very small when he hears it again, and he looks down at you from beneath long white lashes, the corner of his lips quirked up. the shape of them is almost cat-like, you think. he doesn't even know what you're talking about— a vague idea, at best— but he won't do it. not if it means hearing you sound so pathetically... sad. he doesn't like it. it's far too bitter for his taste. let the black betta you both used to know indulge in dark coffee and bitter cologne— satoru likes things sweet, like the cream surrounded by tea leaf matcha in the center of his mochi and fluttering feeling he gets when you run your hands through his hair, fluffing it up to your heart's content.

(as long as your heart is happy, his is, too.)

"i won't. happy now?" he sticks his tongue out, making a face. but you both know he means it— he hates breaking his promises to you. you smile when you look up at him again with a small nod, and he feels his knees wobble a little. he just hopes you don't notice. "sorry for lying. i just.. don't like it when you're mad at me. and you look at me like that," he mumbles under his breath, bunching up the fabric of his pants between his fingers. then, after a moment, "geez, you're so dramatic. quit carin' so much." he really hopes you don't stop, and it makes him feel like the world's biggest hypocrite. the strongest, but so weak for you.

"sorry, can't. the day you stop crushing your soda cans and littering is the day i'll stop caring, 'cus that won't be my satoru anymore." you tease. and he laughs, throwing his head back so you don't see the red that spreads across his cheeks, dusting his skin like powdered sugar on top of a strawberry crepe. he always wants to be your satoru, so he figures he'll keep littering. a few money fines here and there mean nothing to his undentable wallet, or the erratic beating of his heart, trapped against his ribcage in a feathery blooming of flowers he only gets from you and your pretty smile underneath the layer of lemony sourness.

you walk along the road for a little while longer. the rain has lightened, but it's still going— incessant, dripping from the leaves of trees and the knotted black wires overhead. he still has his infinity up, which means he can't pet the cat the two of you spot on your way back, but he's perfectly content to watch you do it. you scratch its chin, smiling at the way it purrs and nuzzles into your hand, and he wonders if he'd do the same if he was in its position.

he's lost in thought when you speak to him again, shoes splashing against murky puddles in the backdrop of a never-sleeping city; tokyo's bright skyline always makes your eyes go round with wonder. you say something, and he chuckles, warm and velvety. and then you realize what's been off with him this whole time— he doesn't have his shades on.

you slip them off the collar of your shirt, smoothing down the fabric before you reach over and attempt to nudge his arm. you don't think it'll work, because he still has his infinity up— and your sleeves are already getting spattered by rain that leaves darkened wet spots on the cotton. but to your amazement, your fingers make contact with his sleeve, and you watch in wonder as the rain actually falls— soaks into that little patch of wet fabric that you're able to feel on his arm. that he's turned his infinity off in that one spot so you could touch him. you spare a glance up at him, only to find his head angled away from you. you might be hallucinating, but the tips of his ears seem red.

you don't linger on it before you're tugging on his shirt with a frown, getting him to look down at you as you unfold his glasses and offer them over to him. he takes them quickly, and you don't miss the way the rain stops falling onto his arm again, back to bouncing off the invisible shield that protects him from everything (but you, it seems). he slips his dark shades back over his eyes, obscuring oceans of pure blue that seem like they've trickled in from the purest snowcaps on the distant mountains dotted with old red tori gates and shrines with scrapped paint. but you can't stifle the smile that spreads across your lips this time— giddy and fresh and filled with youth, blossoming like sakura petals in a spring that seems so far away yet so close with his presence by your side.

you don't say anything for a while. you're content to watch the rain wash down the pavement and into the gutters, past cute little coffee shops and parks with ponds as the droplets from the sky scatter the water in part of a never-ending cycle; watering the surface of the earth and bringing life that would soon spring up as shroomcaps and fresh dew on the clean cut green grass. you wonder what satoru sees through his lenses— though, you already know. you've worn them plenty of times before, when he insists on having your perfume cling to the frame for long missions he's sent on alone, when he can't have you hold his jacket, or his hand, or scold him for sneaking a smoke when you're not watching. that, and the extra lemondrops he keeps in his pocket; gifts from you that he's fought hard for.

you're more prepared to not feel any interference of his infinity this time when you reach over, and this time you don't go for his sleeve—yanking him close to you by his hand and forcing him beneath your umbrella. you feel the way he freezes up for a moment, but his fingers fill in the gaps between your own like its the most natural thing in the world, palms pressed together in a little breathless hug that leaves no room for the humid air.

"don't waste your infinity on the rain, dumbass. you'll fry what little is left of your brain." you scold him, and he just grumbles and scoffs angrily under his breath, cursing you as he hunches over and ducks his head to fit under the umbrella to negate his height. his hair brushes against the plastic roof of the umbrella, and his lanky limbs are still awkwardly sticking out, but his fingers tighten around yours and his thumb rubs over your knuckles, still a little damp from your earlier encounter with the rain, and you can't help but smile a smile bright enough to wash away every last bit of cloud in the sky. his personal sunshine.

even though he still prefers sweet things, satoru's come to like the taste of lemondrops. sweet and sour go well together, after all. just like you and him.

its okay if it doesnt taste like anything to u as long as u enjoyed it :) thanks for reading !! the black betta in question is suguru btw my (riaki) stuff. don't repost and/or plagiarize !

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girlboypersonthingy · 3 months

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valentines day with lucifer pleaseee

YAASSS IM SUCH A LUCIFER SIMP *bangs on table* I love him so much, it’s a problem. Like look at him… 🥹 thanks for the request and ENJOY!

(I don’t own this picture)

Lucifer x reader- Valentine’s Day 🤍

Whether you two have been together for 3 weeks or 3 centuries, he will ask you to be his valentine every. single. year.

Baby boy is such a hopeless romantic I stg

Goes all out too! Would never just get you flowers and chocolates. From the king of hell?! No way. Only the absolute best for his love.

In this case, this is your very first Valentine’s Day together!!! D’AAAWWWWW

You come home/back to the hotel the day before valentines and there’s red and pink balloons every where, rose petals all over the ground, the lights are dim and soft. Very much a romantic movie scene type thing.

“(Y/N)~” Lucifer calls out to you sweetly, softly as he watches you look around at all the new decor.

When he finally has your attention, he holds his gloved hand out to you, beckoning you to come to him.

You can’t help but smile as you run to hug him. He laughs softly against you before he pops the question, his arms gently squeezing you against him.

“(Y/N)? Will you be my valentine, sweetheart?” And all you can do is laugh and hold him even closer.

“Oh, Luci~ Of course I will!”

OBVIOUSLY this dork makes you a cool ass duck as a gift. It’s one that really relates to you, has something to do with your looks or personality or an inside joke between the two of you. It’s special just for you 🥹

Def wants to take you on a nice date somewhere. Maybe a fancy restaurant, maybe to a bar, maybe a coffee shop for some caffeine and sweets.

Def asks you what you want to do and leaves the choice to you. He’s fine with whatever as long as he can hold your hand and give you kisses every 2 seconds so often.

DEFINITELY picks you up in a fancy ass car with a chauffeur and champagne and everything!

Whatever you decide to do, he’s sooooo distracted the whole time. There’s so much on his mind rn and it’s all different thoughts about you, most of them innocent 😈

I mean how is he supposed to keep his thoughts 100% clean and innocent when you dressed so nicely for your valentines date and you keep laughing extra loud at his jokes and blushing bright red at every compliment he shoots your way.

Of course he dresses to the nines as well. He looks great in white, don’t get me wrong. But him in a deep red suit with pink accents for valentines?!,!!??!,? PLZ 😍

He also loves the way people stare when you two go out together. Sure, it’s not totally conventional for the king of hell, Lucifer himself, to be so deeply in love with someone of your status but that’s what really bonds you two. It’s not some arrangement or a deal made for your soul or anything besides true love and attraction for each other.

He loves and trusts you so much, you’re so different from everyone else who fights for his attention.

And you’re just thanking your lucky stars, wondering how the hell you pulled him. He’s so perfect omfgggg

He is sure to ask you if everything is to your liking, how you’re feeling, what you want to do next. He’s very observant and considerate.

It’s hard to even eat or drink or whatever you’re trying to focus on bc he keeps staring at you and holding your hand and winking at you Everytime you guys make eye contact.

Don’t get me wrong! He’s lovey dovey and super sweet all the time but on this holiday of romance and love, he’s going 1000 times harder!

He would totally take you back to his house to finish off your romantic evening.

Probably puts on some music and takes off his coat to get more comfy.

Offers you a drink and goes to make it himself, adding some cute little garnish to it just to be fancy for you.

Sits on the couch in the living room with you and keeps his hands on you in some way. Touching your thigh, holding your hand, rubbing your arm or your back.

Proceeds to talk your ear off about everything and anything as his hands roam your body subconsciously.

Luci definitely talks a lot, rambles on and on to you all the time. Hope you’re a good listener ;) he doesnt have many other loved ones to talk to you so you get to hear it all

He talks so much he probably often tells you the same story over and over again. You tell him “Yes, Luci. You told me this already.” with a sweet smile at least once a day.

Tries to kiss you but accidentally bumps his head into yours instead.

Now you’re both laughing so loud, blushing so bright red and can’t maintain eye contact for more than a second or two.

He probably cracks a joke to ease the tension in the room too. And even worse, it’s some lame dad joke or a pun lmaoooo

Leans in again, much slower this time. His eyes flutter shut and he purses his lips as he approaches.

His kiss is scorching hot but so so soft.

Maybe you guys have kissed before, maybe not. But this kiss hits different. Maybe it’s the Valentine’s Day sweetness in the air, maybe it’s because he’s so goofy and silly and comfortable with you all the time, maybe it’s the drinks you’ve had tonight, maybe all three?

But this kiss…is the most passionate you’ve ever shared with him.

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vervainium · 1 year

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DATING THEODORE NOTT HEAD CANONS..

a/n this boy makes me bust and i have a very clear idea about his character that i feel the need to share. i might will make more. but anyway, im going to marry this boy someday <3 this is kind of long... and its fem reader pic off of pinterest

he's an observer and picks up on things you wouldn't expect him to;

like how you didn't tell him your favorite candy but he had seen you buy it so many times and figured that would be the candy he should surprise you with.

not huge on pda, he likes to keep your relationship private, but not secret

he wants the world to know that you are his girl but the details will never meet the public eye

carries your bags, books, anything he feels like he should take off your hands/back

would totally get you something and say 'it reminded me of you'

like a song or a flower

love language is definitely quality time and touch

you two could be doing nothing, reading your respective books together in a secret alcove and he would be happy

he would rather always have a hand on you than not, even in public

his finger in the belt loop of your pants if you're out shopping

a hand on your hip as he stands behind you while you talk to friends

theo is tall, in my head i want to say between 6'3 and 6'5, so he often stands behind you in interactions with everyone, even his own friends

as much as he loves his friends, would keep steer you away from them as much as he could, if they weren't your crowd

he would put your comfort over his own

in a sun + moon analogy, he's almost always the moon

coffee > tea

nights in > nights out

but! sleeping all night < parties

he likes to bring you into his space every so often, like a slytherin party to meet everyone

it's very important to him that you like his friends and they like you

in my world, he's a prefect

so you two always stay in his prefect room

def helps you with homework and studying

even if he's utterly in love with you, i still think he would have a quiet relationship

even though he doesn't normally feel the need to fill up an awkward atmosphere with conversation with someone, he would be comfortable enough around you to remain quiet and it still be a comfortable atmosphere

if that makes sense

basically comfortable silence

loves listening about your day

listening > talking

jealous? a tad

if he's ever going to date anyone, he's going to trust them first

he wouldn't be dating you if he didn't know if he could trust you

that being said, he still gets in his own head

it normally only last a day or so of him being kind of moody

and he's kind of secretive, it takes prying for him to tell you what's bothering him

he doesn't want to "worry you"

aka he doesn't think it's that important

ill make a part two when i think of more

holy damn this is long

#vervainium #vervains headcanons #theodore nott #theo nott #theo nott x casper #theo nott x reader #theo nott headcanons #theodore nott fluff #dating theo nott #theo nott imagine #i love this boy #i love him so much #im going to marry him

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strawberrybuni · 5 months

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hellooo, so this is my first time writing for something that isn't my college classes. okay well that's technically a lie but I haven't written for Tumblr in years sooo that doesn't count. I've been in intense choso brain rot lately, and had this idea about yandere choso who develops a ✨️savior complex✨️ I hope you enjoy, if the interest is there I'll def make a pt. 2 ♡

TW: yandere themes, stalking, obsession, delusional thoughts, mentions of kidnapping

Yandere!Choso who first saw you at his favorite coffee shop. You were a new hire, and so so so pretty. He was star-struck from the moment he laid eyes on you. ‘Angels really do exist’ was all he could think, embarrassing himself when you had to repeat, "What would you like, sir?" to snap him out of his thoughts that are now overrun with you.

Yandere!Choso whose obsession starts out harmless, or at least as harmless as an obsession could be. He always checks through the window to see if you're working, not bothering to waste his time if you’re not there. If you do happen to be working, he’ll spend hours 'working' on the laptop he brings, when in reality, he's secretly studying you from afar, his coffee long becoming cold and forgotten.

Yandere!Choso whose observations from afar quickly become not enough for him, he needs more. He starts following you home, being careful not to get too close. ‘Why are you walking home alone? Don't you know it's dangerous?’ He's only protecting you, or at least that's what his mind tries to tell him. He's not a creep, he's just making sure you get home safely.. right?

Yandere!Choso whose mind can't find any justification for hiding outside your bedroom window, watching you go through your nightly routine. He just can't help himself :( How is he not supposed to watch when you’re right there? Revealing things that make you, you. Things that no one else gets to see but him at this moment. It feels special to him.

Yandere!Choso whose heart breaks one night hearing you cry to a friend about how stressed you were, how unhappy you were, how you felt stuck. How you wish someone would save you. At that moment, his purpose in life was made clear to him. He could be your savior. No.. he would be your savior. Him and only him. After all, no one could ever love or care about you the way he does.

Yandere!Choso who doesn't spend as much time at the coffee shop, takes the time to work extra hours at his job to begin making his home perfect for you. A home that will bring you more happiness than your heart could bear to handle. His heart swelled with determination to be your knight in shining armor. He doesn't care how long he has to work, not when it's for your sake.

Yandere!Choso who shows up to the coffee shop months later, the day he's carefully planned to take you away from all the frustrations of life and give you the happiness and love that you deserve. Yeah, you'll be sad about your friends and family.. but they don't truly love you. They just tack on to your burdens, and he'll be patient with you in getting you to realize that. He won't let you suffer any further.

He's come to save you.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #yandere choso #yandere choso x reader #choso kamo

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trendywaifus · 8 months

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Relationship hc with Natasha or himeko? (Sfw/nsfw)

— ahh to be in a relationship with mommy himeko. honestly, i def do believe himeko’s old fashioned. romantic and traditional asl.

— himeko’s waking you up with kisses, running a hand down your arm as she whispers “ good morning, beloved. “ when your eyes flutter open, her loving smile comes into view, you almost thought she was an angel. in the mornings, she stays in bed with you to discuss more about the plans for the day and loves to listen to you about how your dreams (if you have em). basically pillow talk! she’s huge on that. as himeko talks, she’s fiddling with your fingers, particularly your ring finger if you’re aren’t too drowsy to notice.

— breakfast in bed babbyyy. it’s not every morning she does this, it’s more on the occasion. she prefers you and her eat with the astral family. but let talk about how she makes the meanest pancakes, they’re so fluffy and soft, it practically melts on your tongue. the eggs are slightly burnt but it’s good nonetheless. then. .there’s the coffee. himeko likes to experiment with her coffee and for some reason, she thinks it’s okay for you to be her test dummy. sometimes it’s okay, perfect, and downright. . .bitter. “ wh-why is it spicy?? it-it’s like it’s so bitter that it’s spicy! “ you coughed harshly, pushing the cup back into her hands. she laughs sheepishly, rubbing your back in a comforting manner. “ i was in a silly mood this morning, sorry love! “ “ well, next time please let dan heng taste it! “

— himeko’s into pda and like i said before, she’s a confident woman! much like kafka, she’s not afraid to express her love and concern for you in public. when she’s at your side, her hand is on your lower back, rubbing circles on it occasionally to provide you some sort of comfort/stability. if himeko’s not kissing your lips, she’s kissing your cheeks and jaw. when she’s gotta go somewhere rq to do or get something, she’s placing a quick peck on your cheek then leaves. if y’all are hugging and your jawline is more exposed to her, she’s kissing on that too—usually to entice you or maybe you’re just tall!

— when you’re away with the nameless trio, best believe himeko’s texting you throughout the experience, making sure you’re okay. she’s knows trailblazing with the trio is always a hell of an experience. if you have the free time, himeko expects you to video call her, she misses seeing your pretty/handsome face. ):

— himeko takes it upon herself to fix your outfit malfunctions. whether it’ll be smoothing out your wrinkled skirt, buttoning up your collar shirt, fixing your tie, or anything like that, she’ll gladly offer her service to you. its like a mother getting their kid ready for their first day of school lmao. she knows your capable, she just doesn’t want you to be embarrassed.

“ there, beloved. “ himeko pats your cheeks after adjusting your sleeve correctly. “ you’re always acting as if you’re my mother. “ you chuckled, taking her wrist gingerly and guide it to your lips to kiss it. her smile grew wider, shy even. “ that’s something i can’t help. i’m a lover girl (march totally called her that) after all. “

nsfw

— himeko’s a service top, i mean look at her. she rather focus on your pleasure first; she’s a sweetheart.

— very big on foreplay. she wanna make sure you’re comfortable as much as she can. himeko def doesn’t mind taking it slow at all. if you just want to touch and kiss her without going further, she’s happy with that. but most of the time, it’s gets intimate. i mean, himeko treats you like an angel, her touch is sensual and delicate and her kisses are passionate and languid. you end up wanting more from her because she’s addicting.

— her strap game is top tier. her plastic cock repeatedly filling you up to the brim after having numerous orgasms will take your soul away. seriously, after she’s done with you, you’re pretty much put to sleep. the only reason why you were able to stay up for so long because she loves to encourage and praise you to keep taking the strap ever so lovingly. “ you’re doing so well sweetie, I know you’re tired but just one more for me, okay? “

— himeko’s head game is also top tier. one of the best out of the female cast. you know she experienced experienced when she’s sucking on your clit while knuckles deep inside your pussy. when she curls her fingers against a particular spongy spot—you’re squirting not a sec after. she loves to alternate, like, playing with your clit with her thumb and dragging her tongue against your warm walls before retracting away to tease your folds and entrance.

— if you have a cock, your tip is already pushing against the back of himeko’s throat, her tongue tracing along a prominent vein. each time her mouth sinks back down on your dick, she’s stopping right at your pelvis before moving back up to do it again. if you want to move her your hips and hold on to the back of her head, do it. in fact, gather her hair back into a ponytail for her so it doesn’t get in the way.

#himeko x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail women x reader #hsr himeko #honkai star rail smut

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bluegalaxygirl · 5 months

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Hot-spring (Zosan X reader)

Plot: Just the crew relaxing for a week at an exclusive winter resort.

Warning: Making out, bad language, Fluff and suggestive content but no smut.

Zoro X Sanji X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship, Reader is GN. Comment if you want a series out of this since i'm not 100% sure if i should do it

From a distance the winter island didn't seem like much just a dock a large few large mountains and land covered in snow but hidden away in the mountains was an exclusive hot springs and resort. Hotel room's, large banquets, bath houses, Spar, ski slopes and three massive natural hot springs a perfect place to relax. Nami has been after a spot for almost a year but last week she got a letter giving her and the crew a week's all expenses paid vacation, The navigator didn't bother to read the rest cheering and telling the crew how excited she was to finally go to this luxury spot. You and Robin managed to get the letter off her and read it wanting to know why, both of your were concerned it was some kind of trap set by the marines but it seemed genuine. Apparently the crew saved the owners grand-children form slavery and wanted to thank you all. The letter even have children's hand writing on it thank you all, the name made you and Robin smile the most since she stayed on the sunny for a while and clung to the two of you most of the time since she was def and only you and Robin new sigh language. With your worries solved you were more than happy to go, spending a relaxing time with your crew and your two boys.

Stepping off the ship bags in hand you all make your way down a long path leading to the resort. It was freezing cold and your coats weren't being much help but it would be worth it in the long run, the place looked so warm and inviting. Checking in was easy, the staff recognized you all right away and took you to your rooms, everyone of you had your own room with an ensuite bathroom and walk in closet but most of you wanted to stay with another. You, Sanji and Zoro shared a room of course, the beds were naturally big so all three of you could easily fit. Nami and Robin shared a room since they were used to each other's company. While Luffy, Usopp and Chopper shared a room since they were all planning on doing the same things. Brook deiced to have his own room as well as Franky, they secretly wanted to know what it was like to have their own room after sharing with the others for so long. You all have balcony rooms that looked out into the wilderness, a beautiful snow covered forest with a stream going down and through it. Inside the room was a walk in wardrobe fitted with a vanity and a soft fancy stool., White wooden floors lined all the rooms but dotted around where fluffy white rugs and near the balcony doors were two chairs and a coffee table, the lady was nice enough to get extra chairs for you although. The walls, curtains and chairs were a cream color and when the light form the glass chandelier hit the wall it made it look almost gold. The bed was super comfy a thick duvet and fluffy pillows you couldn't help but flop down onto.

You sigh happily as you lay on the bed your feet dangling off the edge feeling like your on a cloud, it is pure bliss. Sanji takes his bags into the walk in closet while Zoro just dumps his on the floor walking over to you and crawling on top using his elbows to keep his weight off you "You look perfect baby" he leans down kissing your lips as your hands went around his neck and into his hair pulling him closer. Feeling relaxed he takes more of a gentle approach lightly biting your lower lip asking for entrance which makes you moan a little letting him know your happy for him to do whatever. Opening your mouth you let the swordsman shove his tongue into your mouth as he garbs the side of your neck pulling you closer as he explores your mouth, with one hand gripping his hair you let the other glide down to his cheek where your thumb rubs against his cheekbone. Sanji comes back out after unpacking his stuff and goes to ask a question only to see you two on the bed "Couldn't wait?" he asks with a laugh walking over biting his lip a little as he watches the two of you, Zoro pulls away finally letting you breathe rubbing his thumb over your neck letting your head lay back on the bed as your hands slide down his arms. "Why should i wait?" The swordsman asks his eyes locking with the cooks before reaching his other hand out to Sanji who gladly takes it getting pulled over and shoved down onto the bed next to you. Placing his other hand on Sanji's neck the swordsman leans down and kisses his lips taking the cooks lower lip between his teeth and pulling away with it.

Sanji smile with a slight blush reaching his hand up and into his green hair happily opening his mouth for Zoro who lets go of the cooks lip to shove his tongue into the mans mouth. Sanji felt a little flustered by the brutes actions so didn't fight the swordsman's tongue as it roamed his mouth and their lips locked. You watch the two with a smile happy to share this moment with them as your hand runs through Sanji's hair to get it out of the cooks eyes. Zoro pulls away and let's go of your necks sitting up right still straddling your hips as his hand moving up and down the cook's waist. Slightly breathless Sanji turns to you and places a soft hand on your cheek while leaning closer, the cook brushes his lips over yours before kissing you lightly. You wanted his kiss so grabbed a fist full of his hair and pull him in closer crashing your lips onto his, knowing what you want Sanji licks your lower lip asking for entrance, immediately you open your mouth to him your tongues meeting as his hand goes down your side. You pull away mouths open a string of saliva between the two of you as you both pant , Zoro groans at the sight leaning down to kiss you two again only for a loud constant knocking to ram against your door. You can't help but laugh at the perfect timing of Luffy who yells from the other side of the door "There's a big banquet on, come on lets go" Your captain yells seeming to run off when Nami yells at him to shut up.

Zoro and Sanji sigh with the moment being ruined, if you guys didn't get up your captain would keep bothering you guys with questions on why you didn't join them, he's done it before and it was the most embarrassing thing. "Come on then hunk, get off me" you look up a Zoro running your hands over his hips and slightly pushing, the swordsman rolls his eyes and gets off you letting you sit up as Sanji gets up too fixing his hair that you messed up. While you also fix your hair Sanji walking past Zoro while sliding a hand across the mans hips and butt a way of teasing him while making his way to the door. "Your such an ass" Zoro looks away trying to hide his blush "You love me though" the cook laughs with a wink while putting his jacket on. Heading out the room and down to the dinning hall the three of you find the crew sitting around a long futon table thats already stacked with food and drinks. Nami smiles up at the three of you and pats the cushion next to her hoping you will sit next to her, you can't deny her so sit down next to her as she pores some wine into your glass. Zoro sits next to you and grabs a bottle of sake poring it into a glass while Sanji sits on his other side looking over the food, it's been a long time since he hasn't had to cook anything and as much as he misses cooking right now he can't help but be thankful that he gets to sit with the crew and eat rather than in the kitchen cooking for his hungry captain and crew.

The crew laughs and jokes while digging into the food that just keeps coming as music plays in the background and other tables chat away. You listen closely to Nami who's more than eager to tell you all about this place and what they have in store along with her plans for the week, it was mainly relaxing in the hot springs, getting messages and relaxing in the newly built sauna area. The smile on her face and the light in her eyes made you smile wide, you've never seen her this excited about something other than money before and it warms your heart "You have to join us in the sauna one day, i haven't seen anything like it before" Nami finishes off finally going back to taking a drink and eat something after all the talking, with a small laugh you nod at her "Of course i will , it sounds so nice" Taking a drink you feel Zoro's hand run over your lower back, it's been almost an hour of you talking with Nami, so he's probably annoyed that you haven't once paid attention too him, the swordsman isn't normally a needy man, but he can get this way if you or Sanji are close to him and don't somehow pay him some kind of attention. Turning your head to look at Zoro you notice the slight pinkness in his cheeks and an unamused look on his face, reaching your hand up you run your fingers of his warm cheek feeling the swordsman lean into your touch "You look tired" You whisper to him making Zoro smile at you and nod slightly before leaning over and placing his head on your shoulder while his hand grips your waist. Looking over at Sanji you notice the swordsman holding the cooks hand while the blonde talks with Robin and Franky who are across from him.

No wonder Zoro feels needy with both his partners lost in conversation, placing a kiss on the swordsman's head you run your hand over his cheek feeling him relax against you "Wanna head to bed?" You whisper hearing him hum in response and kiss your neck telling you yes, finishing off your wine you reach over and tap Sanji's leg getting his attention. You didn't need to say anything to the cook to make him understand the situation "We're gonna head to bed, night guys" Sanji smiles standing up soon followed by you and Zoro who keeps a tight grip on the two of you "Night, I'll meet you in the hot springs tomorrow" Nami smiles up at you as you pat her head and walk off with your boys. Walking down the hall Sanji clings onto Zoro's arm "So are you actually tired or did you just want our attention?" The cook asks making your laugh a little managing to see right through the drunk green haired man "Both" Zoro smiles down at the cook kissing he's head as you make it to your room, opening the door you hold it open for the two letting them in before closing and locking it. Zoro wraps his arms around Sanji's waist pulling the cook into his chest and leaning down to kiss his lips, Sanji kisses back while running his hands through the swordsman's green hair enjoying the taste of sake on the mans lips. "Sorry for ignoring you Zo, it wasn't intentional" You sigh walking over to the two only to feel the swordsman grab your arm and pull you into them, pulling away for the kiss Zoro leans down to you and crashes his lips on yours groaning a little.

Sanji sighs and shakes his head realizing that the swordsman must be needy because of the two talking to others and paying him no attention for almost an hour "Sorry Zo, Lets get into bed and cuddle to make up for it" Sanji runs his hand up and down Zoro's arm placing light kisses on the green haired man's neck. Pulling away form the kiss you cup his face and nod agreeing with Sanji, a smile appears on Zoro's face as he lets the two of you go so you can all get changed ready for bed. Zoro's the first to lay in the large comfy bed getting under the covers and claiming the middle, walking out of the bathroom Sanji brushes his hair before making his way over to the bed. About to get in the cook is stopped by Zoro who stretches his arm out to block the blonde before patting his lap, with a small laugh Sanji crawls onto the bed and straddles the swordsman's lap "This what you want three swords?" Sanji teases feeling Zoro's hands go up and down his waist "I thought you were supposed to be making it up to me?" Zoro glares squeezing the cooks sides making Sanji jump a little before being dragged down for a forceful kiss, the swordsman grabs some of his blonde hair while his other arm goes around Sanji's back to keep him there before forcing his tongue into the cooks mouth, they both hum at the feeling Sanji relaxing a little and letting his hands wonder over Zoro's shoulders, up his neck and into his hair. Stepping out the bathroom changed into your pj's you can't help but smile at the two boys as they make out on the bed, walking over you climb in next to them Zoro's arm unwraps form Sanji's waist to wrap around you and pull you in.

Sanji pushes off Zoro panting for air and laying on the swordsman's other side finally managing to get under the warm covers, without warning Zoro crashes his lips onto your gripping your waist as he presses you up against his side. With a hum you open your mouth for him as your hand travails up his chest and to his cheek letting the swordsman's tongue roam your mouth while Sanji rests his head on Zoro's shoulder still trying to catch his breath. Pulling away Zoro give the both of you a cocky smile before kissing both of your head and holding you close to his chest, Sanji takes your hand holding it as it rests on the swordsman's chest "I love you both... Mi amours" The cook leans over to place a light kiss on your lips before laying his head back down on Zoro's shoulder giving a swordsman a light kiss on the neck. "I love you both too. My handsome boys" You whisper nuzzling into Zoro who kisses both your heads "Love you" Zoro sighs relaxing into the bed and closing his eye letting sleep take over him. Sanji chuckles a little while squeezing your hand "That went better than i expected" The cook whispers to you trying not to wake the now slightly snoring Zoro, with a smile you hold back a laugh and nod "I didn't mean to ignore him but Nami's face was a sight to be hold, i've never seen her so happy" You whisper back seeing Sanji's cheeks turn red at the though of Nami's face "I wish i had seen it but Robin-chan knew a lot about the history of this island and its culture" The cook smiles as he brings your hand to his lips giving it a kiss.

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strwbmei · 8 months

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ill def be here to be known as your resident fu hua whore anyways, i know you answered my last ask about soft!dome fu hua but Azure Empyrea is nooot a soft dom. She's *merciless*. one hand fingering you while she's working on scrolls, so focused on work and uncaring about how many times you cum on her hand. of course she won't leave you abandoned, she cares so much about you. so when she's done she'll kiss you, give praise and reward us by dicking us down. Honkai can wait, besides it'll be safer if her beloved is in bed, resting and too weak to even walk.

never sent a full thirst before heh sorry if it's not good- also can i be tagged in sub!reader?

Fu Hua my wife...

I love how everyone (at least everyone I've met) in the HI3 community agrees that Azure Empyrea is a top.

She's not exactly rough, but she's so sharp and cruel with her movements— brutal, almost. You know that she doesn't want to hurt you; that despite Fu Hua's tough exterior, she's the softest and most caring person you've met. Still, it's precisely because of that cold facade she's put up around herself that she doesn't know anything about sex. She's like a child getting a brand new toy, experimenting with how much it can take before breaking. And that's if Fu Hua has her full attention on you, when she's still being nice and considerate.

Most of the time, she'll have you sit on her lap as she does whatever important things she has to do while mindlessly thrusting her fingers in and out of your cunt. Making you feel good is just a bonus— the main reason Fu Hua does it is simply because it helps her focus more. She's so focused, she doesn't pay attention to your whimpers and moans as you shake from orgasm after orgasm. She doesn't even hear you whining and begging that "it's too much." She only continues fingering you at the same consistent pace; movements not even faltering when you make a mess all over her fingers. The most attention you'll get from Fu Hua is when you're being too noisy, which she quickly solves by shoving her fingers into your mouth and having you taste yourself on them until you settle down.

When Fu Hua finishes whatever she was doing, she can't help but feel a slight tinge of guilt and arousal seeing you all numb and fucked out with cum dripping down your thighs. She'll make sure to get you whatever you want; whether it's a cup of coffee, or her dick inside of you.

╰┈➤ taglist ; @teethoftheeditor , @roninraccoon , @hedgehog666 , @dukemira , @yelanrambles

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hanniluvi · 1 year

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SO THIS IS LOVE — HEESEUNG ONESHOT

“i’m serious. do you want to be my valentines?”

synopsis : Having a crush on a close friend was a nightmare of yours. Even though you didn't want it to happen, it did. You continued to crush on him in secret, not knowing he was interested into you too. If he asked you to be his valentine's day date, what would you say?

pairing : co-worker!heeseung x co-worker!fem!reader

genre : fluff, friends to lovers

featuring : sieun from stayc

warnings : mentions of overworking here and there (reader), pecks, lmk if i should add some more!!

word count : 5.4K+

author’s note : i def struggled a bit but i managed to complete it!! this took way longer than expected + 5.4K+ words??!!? that’s a lot then i planned but 😧😧 sorry if there’s any grammar / writing mistakes in advance! hope you enjoy <3

1 - A WEIRD FEELING

He was unique. You were drawn to Heeseung for no apparent reason. Love? Not your greatest forte. Although being in a relationship appeared burdensome to you, you were curious about what it’s like. What it's like to tell someone you love them. Or, how it feels to refer to someone as your partner. You had imagined being with Heeseung before, but your mind couldn't wrap around it. You truly ended up falling in love this time—you couldn't help it.

Only around him, you had a particular feeling all the time. Only with him, the butterflies in your stomach seemed to increase every time. Yes, you liked Lee Heeseung, a close friend of yours. You felt strange because you've spent your entire life rejecting affection. Why? It’s not like you hated it; you just didn't know how to handle it. It was way too overwhelming.

Have you ever had a crush on someone? Yes, but not any significant ones. They always seemed to not be interested in you anyways. It didn't bother you much. It was just that when you were younger, everyone would discuss their dates or talk about how much they admired their crushes. Although you were aware that you shouldn't feel upset, you still felt out of place. But, you knew love would come to you one day. Just one day.

And it did. Your heart keeps beating heavily for Heeseung. When you're around him, you always complain to your close friends about having a strange feeling in your stomach. Or how you felt yourself out of breath when you attempted to speak to him. Considering that he’s one of your acquaintances, it would be difficult for you to act normally around him. Your friends were shocked when you finally developed feelings for someone. At first, they didn't believe in you, and truth be told, neither did you.

You've never felt like a blushing mess around a guy like this. Your friends also observed how you behaved around him, so you realized you were in trouble. But it's alright, emotions can fade with time, right? At least that's what you hoped.

2 - ANOTHER DAY AT WORK?

At your home, you are currently scurrying everywhere. Were you about to be late to work again? Sadly, yes. Okay, but you stayed up late last night watching a show. Don't blame your alarm clock for it; it is ultimately your problem.

You made the decision to skip breakfast since you didn't want to miss the train. Fortunately, you managed to get to the station in time. You're lucky. 9 am, and the train is crowded, as usual. All the seats were taken, leaving you to stand up the whole way there. It's okay; you didn't care honestly. You only cared about getting to work on time and maybe even seeing Heeseung when you entered the building.

9:30 AM. You're on your way to the company. You finally reached the elevator and pressed the button, out of breath. As you walk in, you press the floor number where your office is located. A familiar figure appears as the door is about to close. To keep the doors open, you quickly press a button. Heeseung was the person in question. He releases a sigh of relief and thanks you.

"Thank you yn." he checks his watch, "I'm glad I didn't have to run and drop my coffee to get on the elevator with you." You both exchange smiles.

Heeseung breaks the silence, "Did you have breakfast?" His concern made heat rise up to your cheeks. It felt like he actually cared for you, with all the daily check ups he would do. Whenever he had the time, he would always shoot a text message to see if you've gotten home safely or had a meal. You cleared your throat and responded back.

"No, I haven't." you noticed Heeseung's eyes get wide. "Not even a drink?" You give him a no in response.

He shook his head and said, "You should eat breakfast, yn. How else will you stay energized throughout the day?" He was cute as you listened to him blabber about the importance of having breakfast.

The elevator door opens, you and him walk out at the same time. As you're walking to the office, he taps on your shoulder. He extends his coffee towards you, causing you to make a strange expression. He realizes you don't understand what he's trying to do, so he places the cup of coffee in your hands.

"Have it." You said before he walks away, "wait what-"

"You need it more than me. I ate already so, coffee is the least I could give you right now."

"No really it's okay—"

"I insist."

He comes to a halt as you are taken aback. He smiles as he turns to face you. "Just accept it. Think of it as my treat?” he waits for you to reply. You give a slight nod, making him smile. “Let's get to work before our boss yells at us." He motions for you to walk with him, causing you to rush over. He chuckles as you blush without his awareness.

3 - HE’S JUST THAT GUY.

You went straight to your desk when you walked into the office. You couldn't stop grinning about your short interaction with Heeseung earlier. Sieun, a coworker, noticed your cheerful demeanor. You didn't notice her sneakily go behind you as you sipped your drink.

"How come you're so cheerful on a Monday morning?" Sieun's voice jolted you out of your seat, nearly spilling your coffee on your shirt. She ignores your stare and settles back to await your response. You didn't respond to her, causing her to furrow her brows slightly. It made her think, prompting her to exclaim.

"Do you finally have a boyfriend?" she asks, pointing at you. You slapped her hand away, giving her another glare. "Will you lower your voice?" you asked, "And no, I don't have one."

Sieun sulks her way back to her desk. But, she's back in less than 5 seconds to question you. She turns to face you, making you wait silently to see what she wants.

"Do you like Hee-" you quickly cover her mouth with your hand. She notices your motion and slowly smiles. You quickly move away from her, pretending to sort through the stack of papers on your desk. "It appears that yn has a crush," she teased. In embarrassment, you groaned and messed up your hair.

Sieun is amused by your current state. She straightens your hair and assures you that having crushes is normal. "What do you like about him?" she inquired. You sat up and considered it. You were always asked that question, but you never really answered it clearly. Is it true that it was love at first sight? Not exactly, but it could be. His smiles? No, there had to be more to it. Should there really be a reason why you liked him if everything about him was perfect? Sieun flicks your forehead, bringing you back to your thoughts.

"Stop thinking too hard about it. You really don't even need to have a reason to like him. If you think he's pretty then there you have it. Even with no reason, I can tell you like him a lot. You guys would look cute together."

"Oh my god Sieun stop it."

"Just being honest!"

You fix your gaze on Heeseung, whose desk was in front of your row. You noticed him completely absorbed in his work, typing away at his computer. You noticed how his glasses complemented his face and how his black bangs fell over the eye.You liked the way he pushed his glasses up and his hair back when focusing. That was enough to convince you to fold for him. Who knew you had a thing for guys with glasses? Heeseung catches you staring at him, making him wave slightly at you. You immediately broke eye contact, cursing under your breath. You were caught staring at him once more. How obvious could you possibly be?

You're still at the office, overworking yourself yet again. It was always a problem for you, and it could never be resolved. You were passionate about your work. It was always important to you, causing you to work on projects weeks in advance or assist with important events. Your dedication had undoubtedly resulted in unhealthy habits, which you needed to solve. It was, however, difficult. So, you're in the office at 11 p.m. You sighed with relief when you finished your report. You stood up to stretch, then your gaze was drawn to Heeseung's desk. His belongings remained in their place. His work was still there and so were his personal belongings. Hm. Weird. He usually gets home around this time.

You go to make yourself a cup of coffee as you pass by his desk. You notice him near the printers while waiting for the coffee machine. You hurried back to your desk after quickly making your drink. Heeseung, unfortunately, observed your movements. He isn't surprised to see you working late at night again. Almost everyone knows you work the hardest; you certainly deserved to be named employee of the month. He's smiling because of your dedication to the team.

When he has finished printing his copies, he returns to his desk. Due to the cold weather outside, he notices you don't have a coat. He becomes concerned when he notices you packing your belongings. As a reflex, he grabs his jacket and holds it in his hand, wondering if he should give it to you. Was he always like this? He assumed it was just because you were his friend, but it could be much more. Why would he give up his coat for the sake of a friend? He has no idea; perhaps you are special to him. While you had an obvious crush on him, he was still figuring out his own feelings.

He approaches you, ignoring his thoughts. What exactly does he want from you now? You try to divert your attention elsewhere—it was unsuccessful. Heeseung hands you his jacket but you refuse. "There's no need, Heeseung—I'll be fine out there! It's also your jacket, I don’t want to take something you need. " You said in shock. "I drove here, are you taking the train? I just need to turn on the heat in my car. It's quite cold outside." He elaborated. "Unless you want a ride?”

He laughs at your nervous expression and as you take the jacket he offered you. "I don't want to be a problem, so..." You mumbled something. "Yn, you're never a bother. It's the least I can do for you once more." He returns to his desk. He calls you again while packing his belongings. "Let's walk out together and then say our goodbyes."

He walks alongside you while you finish packing. He rushes to open the door for you as you get closer to the exit. You shyly thank him before leaving. The silence is evident as you make your way to the elevator. The only sounds heard were the elevator opening and closing, so it's a calming silence. No one bothered to initiate the conversation, leaving him to fidget with his watch and you to fix the jacket he gave you.

Ding!

He waits for you to exit first as the elevator door finally opens. He comes to a halt and turns to face you. He smiles and gestures to his car in the parking lot. "It appears that we must part ways." He takes his car keys out of his pocket. "Will you be there tomorrow?" "Yeah... " you nod slowly. “I'll see you tomorrow. By the way, thanks for the jacket." Heeseung hums in response, “I hope you reach home safely!” He sprints over to his car, waving his hand. You chuckle at him and wave back.

You smile as you walk away from your workplace. The cologne scent was noticeable on his jacket. You couldn't believe he offered you his jacket, having you turning red not because of the weather, but because of his kindness. You knew you'd be thinking about it all night, let alone telling your friends about it. Just why couldn't he be yours already?

4 - THE JACKET

You've only had 5 hours of sleep. You didn't want to get out of bed because it was too cold. As you walked, you collided with your desk, causing you to groan in pain. You rubbed your knee as you made your way to the kitchen. Making toast with jam, you remembered Heeseung's words, “always make sure to have breakfast.”

You checked the time: 8:30 a.m. You dashed out the door, wearing the nearest jacket you could find. You had to wait 30 minutes for the next train. What else could possibly go wrong with your day? You've finally arrived at your workplace, rubbing your eyes as you walk to your office. You notice Heeseung as you sluggishly make your way to the elevator. You quickly fixed your appearance and walked towards him.

You greet him, and he gives you a surprised look before looking away, leaving you perplexed. Did you have something on your face? Did you look that bad this morning? He returns your gaze while clearing his throat. He pointed to your jacket after you made eye contact. When you look at the jacket you're wearing, your eyes widen from shock, and you become fully awake. His jacket is the one you're wearing right now. It’s the same one he gave you last night.

You decide to take the stairs before he says anything. As you rush up the stairs, you remove your jacket. You hear him calling your name yet you avoid him. You made sure you got into that office before he got onto the same floor as you. Sieuns, you were met with a familiar pair of eyes as you entered, out of breath. She looks at your exhausted state, confused.

You neatly folded Heeseung's jacket and placed it on his chair. Sieun notices, smirking slightly as you walk to your desk. She shuts down your laptop before you can begin working. You let out a sigh and locked eyes with her.

"What did you just walk in with?" Her voice had a playful tone to it. "It's just a misunderstanding. He gave me his jacket because I was going home by myself without a car." You confirmed it to her once more.

"It's clear that he likes you back!"

He clearly likes you back. Those words kept repeating in your mind, forcing you to think hard. Does he really? He was always such a nice guy; there's no way he only treats you this way. You were convinced that you were the only one who felt anything. But you never thought of him actually liking you. No, Sieun was simply trying to keep your hopes up. She’s just joking, obviously.

"No, he doesn't!" Sieun gives you a glare after you clear your throat. She thinks about what she wants to say before her anger takes over. This time, she was going to get a bad headache because of you—the roles had been reversed.

"What kind of guy gives you his jacket on a COLD—emphasis on COLD—day? That's only if you're in a relationship!"

"Please don't boost my ego up."

"I'm just saying you might have a chance! Make the most of February 14th when it arrives. Time flies by!"

Gosh, feelings are sure complicated.

So this is love? If so, you suddenly feel the need to explore it more.

5 - HE MAKES YOU GO CRAZY

Everyone else is clocking out except you. You're working on something for the company while Sieun packs her bag. "Yn, don't overwork yourself." She warns you before leaving. You hum quietly to her, knowing you won't listen to her words.

You look at your watch, and 11:30 PM appears when you click on it. You sighed and went back to work. To stay awake, you begin blinking frequently and rubbing your eyes. A quick nap wouldn't hurt, would it? You rested your head on your desk, dozing off within two minutes.

12:45 AM. The timer on your phone went off. You sluggishly pressed the snooze button and began to straighten your posture. You felt something heavy on your shoulders as you stretched from your nap. The scent of cologne is strong, similar to what you smelled yesterday. You're smelling things now, too? When you saw the black jacket, you grabbed the item from your shoulders. Didn't you just give him that jacket back? What was the meaning of it being draped over your shoulders?

Confused, you noticed a sticky note placed onto your laptop. You took the note in your hand, slowly smiling as you read it.

“Working late again? You should really take care of your health! Also, keep my jacket, it looked nice on you when you walked in today :)

Get home safely~

From the jacket owner!”

He surely knows how to drive someone crazy.

6 - THE MONTH OF LOVE

February, the so-called "Month of Love," has already arrived. There must be Valentine-themed decorations everywhere you go. Colorful hearts and pink and red themed foods begin to arrive. It was the month everyone was looking forward to—at least for the people who had been taken.

When you walk into the office, you notice heart streamers hanging from the ceiling and desks covered in red and pink paper. Everyone was chatting, which you'd assume was about their potential Valentine's date. Sieun appears in the distance, wearing a noticeable heart headband with hearts that can swing from side to side.

"You're certainly wearing a lot of pink today," you observe as you place your bag on your desk. "The company went above and beyond for this."

"I know right? They most likely did this to persuade people to ask each other out."

"Oh, Sieun, be quiet."

“Whatever!”

10:30 PM. People are crowding around the sweets-filled table. For the month of February, your company always provides coffee and other desserts. Perhaps it was their favorite month as well. Sieun is long gone—she went to get some sweets for herself. You looked at the crowd, unsure whether you should go get something. You open your laptop and decide not to satisfy your cravings. Someone eventually calls out your name in less than 5 minutes. You look around and see Heeseung approaching you.

He smiled as he placed a paper cup filled with coffee and a chocolate donut topped with the words "BE MINE?" written in pink frosting.

"I didn't notice you over there. So, I got something.” You stared at the sweets—you felt like exploding on the spot.

"Oh, and is that how you like your coffee?" He appears pleased with the sweets he chose for you, believing they were ideal for your tastes. "I remembered."

"How so…?"

"There was an elevator incident. Remember? My memory is pretty good—well in my opinion.” You nod slowly, looking at the cup, fighting the grin off your lips.

Before he walks away, you quickly call out his name. He's looking at you, waiting for you to say something. "I appreciate the coffee and donuts, as well as remembering my favorites."

"I see that you like chocolate frosted donuts! I'll keep that in mind for the next time." He gives you one last smile before entering the meeting room. You grabbed the coffee, it was still warm. You took a sip from your cup of coffee. It was exactly the same as before.

Heat began to rise up your cheeks and ears. "Don't panic, yn. Don’t. Remain calm." You returned to normal by whispering to yourself. Sieun shouldn't think of you as a blushing mess. Just maybe February was the month you were looking forward to the most.

The first week of February went by quickly. During that week, Heeseung would always leave sticky notes on your desk while showing no signs of making a move—or so you thought. You knew you shouldn't have had such high expectations, but you were disappointed. Maybe Heeseung did all of that because he considered you a friend? You sighed as you walked to the printer.

Sieun is the first to notice your mood shifts over the last week. She's right behind you, requesting that you print a few papers for her. She asks you a few questions as you slowly press the buttons to get the printer to work.

“YN, why are you so down today? Well, I mean for the past week?”

“Was it that noticeable?”

“Oh trust me it was.”

“Oh. Well, then I guess yeah. It’s nothing serious though.” You waited for the printer to print out the pages of your report.

“Do you have a Valentine’s date yet?”

You sighed and shook your head slowly. "I don't believe so. To be honest, I'm not sure." Sieun looks at you strangely, unsure what you meant. She moves quickly over to your side to whisper something.

“Aren’t you and Heeseung a thing?” You considered her words carefully. Were you? Do friends allow each other to wear their clothes, write them sticky notes with heart drawings on them, or even remember their favorite things? Yeah, it’s not uncommon. You've come to the conclusion that you're going to be nothing but friends to Heeseung. And, to be honest, you might be fine with it. Maybe. (You lied! You wouldn’t want to be stuck in the friend zone forever—nobody does).

You shrug and grab the papers from the printer as your response. You walked away from it with your friend. What you didn't realize was that Heeseung had been listening all along. He didn't mean to, he just needed to print some papers. Yes, he did hear a few whispers here and there, but not clearly. But he did catch you saying you didn't have a Valentine's date. For some reason, he is content and feels compelled to change that. This time, his heart is beating faster than ever.

7 - WAIT WHAT?

February 13TH. There is one more day until Valentine's Day. You could just ask him out at this point. You're only afraid of being rejected. The only advantage is that you'll finally figure out the answer. Should you approach him? Or not? You're nervous about approaching someone and saying, "Do you want to be my Valentine's date?" That’s just scary.

You were getting tired of seeing these heart decorations and posters with "Happy Valentines!" written on them. It's as if it's telling you to confess while knowing you'd be too nervous. But that's okay—another Valentine's Day without a partner is fine, right? You still had your friend! You tried to reassure yourself, but you kept feeling bad for no apparent reason. You've started to develop a dislike for February, which is stupid.

You're in the break room, leaning on Sieun's shoulder. You fixate on one spot while she texts her partner on your phone. You were bored; time seemed to drag on forever, yet the days flew by way quicker than you thought. "Why don't you ask him out?" she asks. You sighed deeply and shrugged. "I'm just scared," you say. "Don’t be! It's okay to make the first move every now and then." "That's the thing—it’s difficult to be the one to ask the other person out."

"What is it that makes it so difficult?" She puts her phone down to listen to you speak.

“Heeseung? He's far too attractive. Quite out of my league I must say. If I try to maintain eye contact and speak with him, I'm going to end up a blushing mess. I'd probably puke on the spot."

Sieun laughs at your remark, and just as she's about to say something, someone walks in. When you see Heeseung walk in, you let out a quiet gasp. Oh, how you hoped he didn't hear what you were saying. You noticed him standing there awkwardly, as if he wanted to say something. "May I speak with you, yn?" Your friend pushes you in his direction, wishing you luck. You followed him out of the room, dragging your feet across the floor, unsure what would happen next.

You find yourself in a different room, with just you and him. You wiggle your fingers as you wait for him to say something. You noticed his ears turned red, is it that hot here? You can tell he's nervous because he cleared his throat. But why so?

"Okay, so where do I begin?" He sighs, which makes you nervous. Was he going to turn you down even if you didn't ask him out? "Would you like to be my Valentine's Day date?"

You were dumbfounded. Did you hear that right? Your heart began to pound—you couldn't hear your voice over the sound. You clear your throat as you notice him waiting for your response.

“Are you serious? Like you’re not joking?”

“I’m serious. Do you want to be my Valentine’s?”

Before you let that opportunity go to waste, you quickly nod. When you accept his confession, he smiles and breathes a sigh of relief.

"Wait- so you've always had a crush on me?" You asked him a question, and he nodded in response.

"I’m assuming the donut wasn’t enough? Sorry about that. Thought my signals were clear—I guess not.” He chuckles a bit. “I overheard your conversation with Sieun about not having a date, so I seized the chance to." He maintains eye contact with you.

"I was terrified, just like you. I'm afraid of being rejected. But I heard you mention me in that break room, which took away all my worries." Your stomach started forming butterflies as you watched his big smile form.

“Sorry for keeping you waiting.” Your stomach begins to churn with butterflies, just as it did when you first met him. You thoroughly enjoyed this sensation. You wished this kind of feeling would never leave you, especially around Heeseung.

“Let’s go back to the office together?” You nod, walking next to him.

“So, did you mean what you meant back there? You know, me being attractive.”

“Oh god, please don’t bring that up. I’m embarrassed.”

“Don’t be! And to be honest, you’re way out of my league. Can’t believe I’ll spend Valentine’s Day with someone like you.”

“Is this your way of making me feel good about myself?” You giggled at his words.

“A pretty lady deserves all the compliments, don’t you think?”

You notice your friend giving you a thumbs up as you blush over Heeseung's remarks. You give her one back, indicating that the conversation went well. She rushes up to you and interlocks arms with you. You motion to Heeseung while Sieun drags you away. He chuckles and waves back.

"You're going to have to explain what happened." Sieun rushes over to your desks, eager to hear everything that occurred earlier.

You were a happy mess—even when you got home, you couldn't stop smiling. Finally, you like February and the entire holiday, February 14. Maybe this is your favorite month right now. February 13, the day he asked you to be his date. It has to be fate.

8 - THE SPECIAL DAY.

You got up extra early to prepare. You were only doing it to look good for yourself—and maybe for him as well. You were putting different outfits together, unsure of what to wear. Should you dress comfortably? Perhaps just put on some jeans and call it a day? Or how about a simple dress? You dug deeper into your closet, hoping to find a suitable outfit.

You decided to wear a heart-printed dress to get into the Valentine's Day spirit. You completed the look with a flounce shirt, pearl earrings, red heels, and a white headband. You were certain that everyone would be dressed up, so you didn't have to worry about being the odd one out. Putting on one swipe of lip gloss, you walked out the door. You were way too excited for today.

You were in such a good mood. As you walked by, you smiled and said hello to everyone you saw. You even whistled a love song as you passed through the city. As you waited for the elevator, you hummed your favorite song. Someone tapped you on the shoulder, and you turned to face Heeseung. He was dressed simply in a buttoned-up shirt and black pants. He wore the same glasses that made you smile every time you made eye contact.

The way he walked over with gifts for you in his hand made him look great. You stared at the rose bouquet, the letter peeking out, and the box of chocolates he got you. He hands them to you with care, pleased that you are pleased with what you have received.

“You look great today.” He says this with a visible flush on his face. He couldn't keep his gaze fixed on you for long. You thank him and even compliment him on his appearance today. He was more nervous than you thought, despite his adorable appearance.

You walk into the office together, eliciting teasing and oohs from everyone. You saw Heeseung's friends congregate around him, congratulating him. You approached Sieun and placed the gifts on your desk. She looks at you in awe, admiring how well you put together your outfit.

"You look stunning, YN!!" she exclaims, causing you to smile. "Heeseung is a lucky guy."

“Oh stop it Sieun. You look great too! I’m jealous of your partner~” You make a lighthearted remark. She lightly hits your shoulder before pulling you into a hug.

"I'd be keeping my eyes on you if I were Heeseung."

"To be honest, nobody here could beat him."

"All right, loyal lady—we love to see it." You smiled as she spoke. "Let's go get some more sweets!" Sieun made certain that you were coming along this time.

Heeseung tried to stay with you as much as possible throughout the day. Whenever he needs to go into a meeting room for a quick discussion, he quickly places a sticky note on your laptop. You'd always smile when you saw his doodles or kind words. He would always try to make eye contact with you and would be all giggly when you paid attention to him. How can someone be this perfect? Ask Heeseung that.

It's already 11:00 p.m., and he persuaded you to leave at the same time everyone else did. "If you don't mind, I'll drive you home." You nod and slip your laptop into your tote bag. You grab the gifts he gave you and trail him behind. He opens the car door for you, ensuring your safety. He rushes over to the driver's seat and starts the engine.

You were able to maintain a conversation in the car. Heeseung would ask you random questions, and you'd respond with an answer—you did the same. The advantages of working together for a long time. You were laughing the entire time. He comes to a complete stop because of the red light. The only sound was soft music coming from the radio. You both look at each other, intending to do something.

“May I?” He asked for consent. You said yes, prompting him to give you a quick peck on the lips. When the light turns green, he smiles and resumes driving. It's as if he's finally accomplished a major goal of his. Did he actually just kiss you? So quickly? He's a dream come true. You looked out the car window shyly, surprised at how beautiful the night sky looked with all the tall buildings.

He arrives at your apartment and parks nearby. "We've arrived." He looked disappointed, as if he wished he could have spent more time with you. You asked him one last question before leaving his car.

“What are we?” He responds quickly to your question with a smile.

"My love, let's go on a proper date tomorrow." You flushed as a result of the sudden nickname. “My love?” He sees you cockily raise your brow, laughing at your reaction. "Does that mean yes?"

"Of course," you says. You return your gaze to his. You moved closer to him to kiss his cheek. "Not on the lips?" he says with a big smile.

"Bye, Heeseung." He laughs at your quick reaction. He watched you enter your apartment safely before driving away once you were inside. He couldn't stop smiling, and you couldn't either. He couldn't wait to meet you on a date. He made sure he arrived home safely so he could call you.

So this is love. You finally found the answer you were looking for. The event you'd been waiting for your entire life finally occurred. Younger you would’ve been shouting in joy (I mean, who said you weren’t doing the same thing right now?) You wished that this moment would never end. You wish your relationship with Heeseung was still full of love. It just so happened that it did. What does it feel like to finally have your happily ever after? It’s great isn’t it?

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History Might Have Forgotten

Summary: A new storyteller appears at Alhaitham’s favorite cafe, and you seem to like to pick his brain about reading between the lines.

Word count: 4.2k (The longest one I’ve ever written)

Tags: gn reader x alhaitham, sfw, slow burn, lore heavy (kinda), spoilers for archon quest, just alhaitham being difficult to get along with as usual. Kaveh just here for moral support. I did use in-game dialogue from their post on the cafe message board. Written before 3.4, so some things might be inaccurate later on.

Authors Note: Sorry if the fairytales are kinda wack, I tried to make my own. Also, I looked at a bunch of lore about sumeru and the scarlet king and goddess of flowers and just decided to run with it. Def not pure canon, but I hope you still enjoy!

“There once was a time when the lord of flowers had accompanied the lord of the forest into the depths of the irminsul, curious about the root of all knowledge in Teyvat. Its bright white branches stretched seemingly endlessly, throughout the realm. She was unprepared for the dull reality of waiting for her friend to finish her sacred tasks of looking after the irminsul.

Looking around at the knowledge that flowed like a gentle sinkhole towards the tree of the world, whose white branches reflected off the calm pool, the lord of flowers felt the itch to get up and perform a dance.

Perhaps dancing shall make the time pass by faster, and with that thought, the goddess of flowers closed her eyes letting the beat of imaginary music flow through her divine body.

Each elegant step, each precise glide of her hands, each graceful twirl faithfully followed by the reflection in the pool of knowledge. Her dance so captivating that the lord of the forest could not help but stop and admire her friend’s dance, as an avatar of the irminsul, she could feel that the sacred tree was also pleased with this performance.

As the lord of flowers knelt one knee to the ground in a bow, signifying the end of the show…

There was the echo of a drop hitting the waters still surface, followed by a violent rush of water as the surface tension broke, then stillness once more.

A Jinn came into existence. Its birth was witnessed by the lord of the forest and the lord of flowers whom the Jinn mirrored in beauty.

‘It appears irminsul loved your performance so much, it wanted to create an avatar from your reflection.’ The forest lord interpreted the message from the world tree.

‘A gift of the highest honor.’ The goddess of flowers spoke, gently caressing the locks which framed the Jinn’s gaze that looked not into her eyes, but into the depths of her heart.”

‘What a ridiculous tall tale’, the scribe thought as he took a sip of coffee.

Teal eyes peering over his cup, in place of where Maddah, the caffeine-addicted man, usually was, stood a fresh face. He remembers Kaveh rambling about how Maddah’s material had become so stale, the owners at Puspa Cafe had invited a wandering storyteller.

Instead of the exaggerated legends of great battles, lost treasure, and towering monsters told by the jittery man. These stories were different, it was as if the storyteller was painting a scenery into the minds of the listener, slowly immersing them into a mental play. However, as a man of reason, Alhaitham found it hard to ignore the glaring inaccuracies in the stories.

In the largest expanse of ancient text and scripts of kingdoms gone, there was no mention of such a Jinn. As he thought about the sources of this tale, calm applause rippled through the homely corner of the cafe.

You had finished telling your tales for the day, a serene smile thanking your listeners as you headed towards the acting manager. A bit eager to collect your payment in the form of a warm meal and a few mora. It had only been a week since the manager approached your street performance near the Grand Bazaar, seemly desperate to invite you to perform at Puspa Cafe.

Who were you to pass up such a cushy opportunity? A hot meal and a steady stream of mora were more than you could ever ask for. You brought forth your best stories, where one story ended, the next began. However, you would always stop after introducing the next story, ensuring that the anticipation drew your listeners back like bees to a sweet flower.

Upon your way to settle down at a table to await your meal, the peaceful atmosphere of the cafe was shattered by two bickering voices.

“And that is exactly why I've always despised materialists like you. Art is a precious fruit of leisure. You can't compare it to production and exploitation for commercial purposes!” A blond man exclaimed.

“Leisurely people are like people walking on a spherical ground, they don't exist. Why don't you use your brain and think for a moment? Can the production of anything exist without commercial exchange?” Was the rebuttal from an ashen-haired man.

Oh, and you thought you were supposed to be the entertainment as people dined on their coffee and meals. The clash of wits playing out in front of everyone’s amused glances, something about the reactions of the other patrons told you this was a regular occurrence.

“Have you no understanding of what passion is? Passion comes within the heart, not the cold machine of commercialism!”

“Passion is like a fire, without anything to feed it. It soon will flicker weakly before burning out into ashes. How can any passion survive without mora?”

“Ugh! I cannot bare to listen to your mangled views of art!”

“Great, shall I take that as a sign that you have found new lodging?”

“How low will you stoop, Scribe??”

“Excuse me.”

Both of their heads snapped toward you, the person who had interfered with their debate. However, your interest could not help but be peeked by the discussion of this comical scene. You had abandoned your original plans of settling down, instead, you had wandered toward this lively table.

As a supporter of art yourself, you felt the need to come to the blond man’s defense, seeing how his lack of composure is leading him down the path of defeat.

“Apologies, if I am intruding. However, this discussion is far too interesting to not join. May I give my thoughts?”

The blond man shifted his position at the table, opening up room for you to sit down.

“Please be my guest, storyteller. Please educate this materialistic man about the basics of human leisure.”

Placing yourself in front of the ashen-haired man, you made sure to keep your back straight to give yourself an air of confidence. You began your surrebutter.

“While it is true that an aspect of art is tied to commercialism, the true value cannot be fully measured. It cannot be counted like mora, nor measured by a sexton. Thus, causing many scholars to brush art off as a frivolous waste of time. But the value of art can be felt, no? From the layout of this cafe, to the spines of books, to the print of the words. It’s all art.”

The man in front of you just returned a scoff. Oh, you knew you were in for a long debate now.

Throughout the drawn-out debate, you had gained key information about the two gentlemen that had welcomed you to their table. The blond man’s name was Kaveh, the famous architect and fellow lover of the arts. The ashen-haired man, with whom you were engaged in continuous rounds of rebuttals, was the scribe of the Akademiya, Alhaitham. A stubborn and rational man, you concluded. Unfortunately for him, you can be just as self-willed.

“As I have stated before. Art holds more than just monetary value, dear scribe. As a graduate of Haravatat, you should know that many of the texts you translated over your studies were preserved by storytellers and artists who first pasted them down in oral tradition, followed by written script and murals.” You signed.

“That is exactly why we students had to be wary of the inaccuracies and inconsistencies riddled all throughout those texts. Just like with the tale you told earlier, there is no record of such a Jinn existing before, such a significant creation by the sacred tree will most certainly be recorded somewhere. The history that they record is so twisted by biases and failure of human memory, it is rare to gain anything of significant value from them.”

“Oh my, dear scribe were you by chance equating the existence of a character in a folktale correlates with a physical being?” You tried to stifle your snicker.

“I did not expect you to have such a cute side. I heard that the children in Mondstadt do the same, believing that a man in a red suit will slide down their chimney to give them wonderful little toys. Were you disappointed?”

Alhaitham narrowed his teal eyes at you in a slight glare. “You know what I mean. There seem to not be any mention of this Jinn in other Sumerian folktales.”

You couldn’t help the urge to tease him, but you could feel that he did not seem to want to continue the debate after hearing the cackle coming out of his roommate from your little jest.

“Yes, yes I was just jesting, dear scribe. Please don’t be disappointed. The Jinn could be an analogy of the bond formed between the lord of the forest and the lord of the flowers.” You stood up from your seat.

Your food had long been eaten, his coffee had long been left untouched. You were at the moment considered an employee of Puspa Cafe in a way, thus you shouldn’t be upsetting the customers now.

“Let us conclude this debate for today. I believe I have taken enough of your time, gentlemen. How about we continue this discussion another day? Perhaps over a meal again?” You gave him a smile mixed with customer service and genuine hopefulness.

“Another time?” Alhaitham scoffed, “you want this debate to drag out?”

“Of course,” you noted that he likes to scoff a lot (must be his ego). “It’s to ensure that you will come back to listen to my stories again, maybe you will learn something new. After all, I have to prove to you and the acting manager my ‘commercial value’ no?”

The tall man simply crossed his arms over his chest, an unreadable expression on his face. However, something in his eyes gave you the hint that you needed to confidently conclude, ‘he’ll be back’. After all, no scholar in your experience would ever turn down an opportunity to gain a new piece of wisdom.

“I shall take my leave now, I bid you all goodnight. Until the next time we meet.”

Alhaitham’s eyes followed your figure as you ambled your way toward the acting manager to bid her goodnight, before exiting from the intricately painted door of the cafe, your features highlighted by the warm hues of the setting sun. Once your frame disappeared from his field of view, the scribe realized an error in his interaction with you.

There was an unequal exchange of information, from Kaveh’s blabbering mouth you had gained knowledge of their names, studies, and employment. Meanwhile, Alhaitham could not recall a time during tonight when you had given him your name, all they knew was that you were a wandering storyteller.

‘Oh well, it’s trivial at this point.’ He did not even want to imagine how ridiculous a scene would be of the grand scribe chasing down someone simply for a name.

‘This unequal exchange of information will be balanced out in due time.’ He finished the rest of his cold coffee, unphased by the bitter taste. As if a thought was distracting his mind from the taste. Or was it the sweet anticipation of a future meeting that had mellowed out that bitterness?

Good refreshing debates that stimulate his mind were rare to come by, of course, he would want to take this chance to polish his knowledge and beliefs.

The moon chased the sun away, then the sun chased the moon away from its place in the sky. Thus, a new day came forth.

It was five o’clock sharp when Alhaitham placed his pen down, the report in his hand half finished. However, it was no longer his responsibility for the day as dictated by the hands of the grandfather clock in his office. Tidying up his desk and taking his cape off the back of his chair, he knew he had to be quick so as to not run into an Akademiya intern with another mountain of paperwork to place on his oak desk.

Since the removal of Azar and his group of corrupted sages, as well as the reinstitution of their archon, the piles of paperwork that ended up on his desk only grew exponentially. But, Alhaitham made sure that the paperwork trail will not follow him once he step foot outside his office doors. He made sure to clearly post his working hours right outside his door, it was not his fault that esteemed scholars seem to not be able to read his posting.

He had arrived at his office at nine o’clock in the morning, worked a full day at his desk reading new research proposals, applications for open positions, and signing off on new amendments issued by the lesser lord. Now that the clock now reads a minute past five, he had concluded that it was enough work for the day. It was not like the entire Akademiya would collapse without their acting grand sage for the night, though he preferred to not have that title.

Taking long strides across the marble floors of the Akademiya floors, Alhaitham made sure to avoid the searching eyes of others, especially if they happened to be carrying a stack of paper. Exiting out of the grand doors of the building and continuing down the winding path, allowing his skin to get used to the sudden change from the cool crisp air of his office, to the warm afternoon breeze typical of Sumeru. Thus, he began his routine journey toward a certain cafe.

The moment he pushed open the door to the cafe, he could see the staff take one look at him, then start to prepare his order. There was no need for him to speak a word to any of them as he made his way to his preferred table. The familiar faces of other patrons were all around, more to join as they were still making their way from work to the cafe, the same smell of coffee and samosas wafting through the air. The only change seemed to be that Maddah was not standing in the center of the collection of tables.

In that spot stood you, the nameless storyteller who recently had just arrived, and the person patient (willing) enough to want to continue a debate with him.

“Thank you all for coming back to hear my stories tonight, “ you began as soon as the last table was occupied.

“The tale I wish to tell tonight may be a bit different, as I believe it holds a small mystery. Will you be able to decipher it?”

Alhaitham could feel the weight of your gaze upon him as you questioned the audience. He simply decided to blow off the steam from the coffee that had just been placed on his table, the white vapors bending and warping his view of you.

“There once was a dove, young and as soft as padisarah petals. It had a lovely coo, which earned the dove the favor of the goddess of flowers.

‘What a lovely thing you are, just as the same as I. Oh, my little dove will you coo for me?’ The goddess stroked its down feathers.”

Taking sips of his dark coffee in intervals as he watched you perform, Alhaitham could not help but find the story childish. Certainly not befitting of a cafe frequented by working adults, and yet here you were captivating a room full of weary grown-ups with a children’s tale. It must be your gestures and facial expressions that drew the audience in.

At this point in the story, it seems to have been established that the dove would only coo about the events of the goddess’s day truthfully. One day, the lord of flowers must have grown tired of its cooing and left the dove on a branch, promising to come back for it. Then came a group of children.

“‘Little dove, little dove, sing us a tale!’ They cheered.

So the dove, chest puffed with a sense of being wanted, sang the details of the day lived by its goddess. However, halfway through the children began to walk away.

‘Wait, wait!’ The dove cried. ‘I have not finished.’

‘No more! Your tales are far too boring.’

‘Boring?’ Thought the dove, ‘but it’s the truth.’

Alone once more the dove gaze longingly at the marketplace in front of it. Eyes peeled for the goddess that promised to return.

It watched a child drop a piece of flatbread which was then swiftly picked up by a mouse. A cat ran away from a dog that yapped nonstop. Merchants calling people over to their stalls, blacksmiths wiping the sweat from their eyes, and a sumpter beast resting near the edge.

An idea strung into the mind of the dove, as it used its wings to find the children.

‘Children! I have a new tale to tell, oh will you please listen to it?’

Resting on the lap of one of the children, the dove began.

‘There once was a mouse who followed the crumbs of bread left by a small child, straight into the watchful eyes of a cat! With a squeak, the mouse ran from the cat as the feline gave chase.

Only for the cat to step upon the tail of a dog, who howled in pain, then began running after the cat who ran after the mouse. The dog’s clumsy body knocked over a basket of spices that belonged to a merchant, causing the man to let out a cry of despair at his lost profits as he began to chase the dog who ran after the cat who was still running after the mouse.

The merchant in his rage failed to see the blacksmith, bumping into his arm causing the large man to brand himself with hot iron. The large man roared in pain, then began chasing the merchant who pursued the dog, who ran after the cat, who was hunting the mouse.

The blacksmith, still nursing his wound, stepped on the head of a sumptering beast, who raged after being awoken from its nap and began charging at the blacksmith, who ran as quickly as he could, causing the merchant to run faster. When the dog saw that the merchant was getting closer, he began to prance faster toward the cat, who let out a hiss as she ran after the mouse who still had the crumb in its mouth.’

Finishing the tale, the dove heard laughter ring out from the children.

‘What a wondrous tale,’ a familiar voice called out.

It was the goddess, who had returned to search for the little dove and wound up hearing the tale as well.

‘My little dove, will you coo more tales like this for me?’

Thus, from that day onwards the little dove would coo tales that brought new curiosity to the court where three friends met.”

You brought your hands in front of your torso, signaling the end of the story. Giving a slight bow as the patrons began to clap.

“So, can anyone guess what this story was trying to explain?” You finally revealed the question to the audience.

A chorus of answers began to ring out from eager scholars and nonscholars alike wanting to test their wisdom.

“Is it an analogy for how lies are more beautiful than truth?”

“No, it must be symbolizing the corruption of truth due to pressure!”

“Was it a warning to entertainers that if their patron gets tired of their ‘coo’, they’ll be abandoned?”

“No, mmm not quite, my that is a dark interpretation. Are you by chance okay, sir Maddah?”

As the ensemble of interpretations dragged on, you could tell the crowd was slowly moving toward the answer you were looking for.

“Oh! I know it! The story seeks to depict the origin of storytelling!” Kaveh exclaimed, one can only wonder when he had sat down at Alhaitham’s table and began ordering meals and drinks on the former scribe’s tab.

“Yes! Excellent! I knew a fellow aesthete would get the unwritten meaning!” You clapped and looked toward the blond man with a smile.

Great, you just inflated his roommate’s already overbearing ego. He could already see that baseless confidence travel its way up Kaveh’s face as he proudly huffed. After you had thanked the audience for being wonder listeners and for participating in your little mystery, you made your way to their table.

“So, what did you think of the story? Did you find its hidden meaning?” You sat down right in front of him, in the same spot as yesterday.

“Oh? Like what, how oral recordings of history become so marred and twisted throughout the years by many tongues to the point it is reduced to a mere story for a child?” Alhaitham picked right the debate right there, skipping the pleasantries. You let out a sigh, lips pouting a bit as you rested your head on one hand.

“My, not even a hello? None the else. Your claim from yesterday just got challenged.”

“How so?” He placed his cup down, attention solely focused on you now.

“That same Jinn created from a goddess’s reflection from yesterday’s tale made an appearance in this tale.” You remarked.

“Nonsense, these stories are not related, there was no mention of a Jinn. Plus, how can I be sure that you did not just craft this tale overnight when this debate was put on hold?” He crossed his arms, the wire of his headphones shifting slightly.

“It is quite the popular folktale among some of the desert settlements I have visited, the tale of the goddess of flower’s beloved dove, and if you were willing to look past the superficial surface you would have seen the clear indicator. Tell me scribe, what does the line ‘what a lovely thing you are, just as the same as I’, remind you of?”

Bringing one hand to tuck under his chin as he replayed that line in his head for approximately 5 seconds.

“It’s what one would say if they were complimenting themselves in front of a mirror.”

He saw you lift your head up a bit as the beginnings of a smile began to form on your lips.

“However,” he added, “it’s such a jump to an interpretation from a minuscule detail. Such things do not hold much merit. Ever heard of confirmation bias, the tendency to interpret things to align your preconceived beliefs? ”

“In the space where truths are recorded, there lies the space for truths not recorded. To interpret this space, one must naturally make some leaps of faith, often by relating the spaces between two written truths, one can find hidden knowledge take shape in that space.”

“So you are admitting that the interpretation is made up?”

“No, I’m simply saying that there is a hidden truth. I shall tell you the deeper meaning of this tale since you can’t seem to want to read between the lines. The story acknowledges that history passed through tales gets warped, evidenced by the tall tale spun by the dove about the mouse. However, the key events and characters remained immortalized in the dove’s story.”

Your food had arrived in front of you, but your eyes never left his. Even as the enticing scent of tahchin beckoned.

“The mouse was there, as was the cat, as was the merchant, and so on. As this tale continues to be passed down and hear, these events shall always be there. Through war, oppression, and persecution, that snapshot of time can still live through it all. Just waiting for someone to look past the surface and discover the past carefully encased by the cushion of folklore.”

“What a poetic view of children’s bedtime story of a dove that can talk.” Alhaitham went to pour himself another cup of coffee, just to enjoy the aroma as he would like to have a restful night of sleep.

“In the spaces where truths are left unrecorded each time one truth is, those truths are just forever lost to time. The question they raise is left unanswered. I have experienced this more than my fair share of times.” The scribe commented.

“What if stories and art serve to lead you to those answers?”

“What if they lead you further astray?”

And with that, the second act of this debate seems to have drawn to a close. Alhaitham pulled out a book, enjoying the peace that had washed over the table as you shifted your attention to the tahchin. Kaveh had long joined another table for a round of TCG.

“Dear scribe, can you answer me this? Have you read all text related to the history of Sumeru and its desert?”

Looking up from his book a bit peeved, he answers honestly. “I have not, but I have studied most.”

“So, your previous statement about how there is no record of the Jinn is incorrect. There is no record that you have read.”

“I have already read most.”

“But not all.”

He resisted the urge to press his lips into a thin line at the sight of you eating a spoonful of tahchin, a hint of smugness twinkled in your eyes. As if you had leveled out the rebuttals once more. It seems like this debate might drag on longer than he had anticipated.

Authors Note 2: Okay so this story is heavily based on an oc of mine, but I thought it would be more interesting to have it to make it about the reader. But if I feel like it (or if enough people are curious enough) I might post my oc, but this series and blog will stay as a reader insert bc it’s more fun that way no?

#alhaitham x you #genshin x you #genshin x reader #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham x yn #alhaitham x y/n #genshin impact x you #al-haitham x reader #al haitham x you #al haitham x reader #al-haitham x you #vivalabunbunfics

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sommerflue-22 · 1 year

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Hii! I really love your work there 💓 Tokito Childhood Crush was def a good idea and a sweet treat. I was wondering if you could write a sequel of what happened to them after meeting up in the library and then hanging out and starting going out on dates here and there? I also wanted Reader to catch up with Yuichiro cause it's been so long and after clearing what's up and all, they kinda hang out and stuff! I did not know I needed this until I read it it was honestly just so cute! 💗💗

A/n: aaaa thank you sm >.< honestly, i was thinking like 'ah i shouldn't leave it hanging like this' when i wrote the ending. i even contemplated whether i should make this a longer story and cross post it on ao3. but i'm glad you left a request so here we go!

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Starting Over | Muichiro Tokito

Sequel to Childhood Crush

Featuring: Aged up!Muichiro, aged up!Yuichiro

Content Warning: gn!reader, modern setting, fluff, profanities, not beta read

Word Count: 1.6k

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Meeting your childhood crush after years of not talking to each other was something you didn't expect to happen.

Meeting your childhood crush after years of not talking to each other, then went out on countless of dates with him? Never in a million years would you expect that.

Muichiro took you out for a coffee and you both got busy catching up with each other. Muichiro did go to the same university as you, majoring in Music. That's why you've never seen him around before. He was cooped up inside the art department building, practicing until late at night.

You also found out that Yuichiro was supposed to go there as well, but changed his mind last minute and moved to another city. He was studying to become a PE teacher. As expected from Yuichiro. You remembered him running around the school during recess and PE.

You thought your interest in Muichiro was long gone. You always thought that you only remembered him as a childhood crush, someone you couldn't possibly fall for the second time. But boy, were you wrong.

Muichiro was as calm as you remembered, but he had grown so much. You couldn't help but admire his pretty face every time you went out with him. You liked to watch as his slender fingers wrapped around his cup of coffee. You adored the way he wrapped his arm around your shoulder when you both crossed the street, or when he was holding the umbrella as the two of you pushed through the rain to get to a bar.

"I... would like to start over with you, if you don't mind." Muichiro said one night, when the two of you were having dinner in an Italian restaurant. (Again, Muichiro paid for your meal.) It was your nth date, nearly six months after you met him in the library. Yet, you still wondered when did Muichiro start speaking so straightforwardly.

"Ah..." You put your fork down and folded your hands on the table. "...and what will your objective be?"

"Pursuing a romantic relationship with you, of course." Muichiro mimicked your gesture and leaned forward. "If it works then I'll be your bo—no, I'll be your partner. And, if things really, really, work out... then..."

You raised an eyebrow, definitely interested.

"I see." You smiled. "Damn, you really are a man now, aren't you, Mui?"

Muichiro laughed. "I learned a thing or two from Yui. He was a real casanova back in high school. But I'm serious about what I said. If you're down, then we can try it out and date each other. If you're not, then we can be just friends."

You tilted your head from one side to another. Sure, at that point, you've already went out on countless of dates with Muichiro. You were sure he didn't change much, except for the cursing, the smooth talking he adopted from Yuichiro, and of course his appearance. He was still the soft and kind Muichiro you knew, but older and more mature.

"Alright." You finally spoke up. "Yeah, let's do this."

Muichiro let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, covering his face with his hands. "Oh my God, I really thought you were going to reject me."

"I thought you're fine with being friends?"

"Well, yeah, but I prefer to be your partner."

There were no butterflies in your stomach, but you felt your chest grew warm. That's when you kind of figured out, it wasn't just some silly crush. You actually felt safe and content with this new relationship.

Having Muichiro as your partner felt like a fresh air in your hectic uni life. Yes, you two were busy bees, always had something in your schedule. However, you were glad that you could still hang out with Muichiro pretty often. Sometimes, he stopped by your dorm with some take out food, reminding you to eat even when you're drowning in assignments and lab reports.

You used to spend your time doing assignments in the library or in your dorm room. Once you knew Muichiro practiced violin in a small, individual practice room, you preferred going there. You mostly listen to classical pieces as you work, anyway.

You both still went out on dates, going to a restaurant or watch a movie if there was something worth to watch. Your favorite activity to do was hanging out in Muichiro's apartment, talking about anything and everything while you eat dinner. Especially on Saturdays, because it became a routine for you to stay the night.

You loved sleeping with Muichiro because even though you were so close to each other, you still had space to move around. Muichiro only cuddled with you until he fell asleep, humming a random melody from the piece he was working on as he pressed his lips on your forehead. After he drifted off, he would usually scoot away.

One day you woke up in the morning and found that Muichiro was already up. He wasn't next to you, but you could hear him out in the living room. You decided to go to him and ask for your morning kiss.

Muichiro smiled when he saw you walked out of the bedroom. He was on the sofa, talking with someone through his phone. Muichiro stretched out his one arm, motioning you to come closer. You groggily straddled his laps and snuggled up on the crook of his neck, sighing in delight. You always loved how warm Mui was.

"Yeah, just let me know when you're almost here. (Y/N) is here. They just woke up." Muichiro planted a soft kiss on top of your head. "Ah, too bad. Could've been an interesting double date."

You raised your head and frowned. What double date?

"Alright, see you." Muichiro hung up the call and shifted his focus entirely to you. "Good morning."

"Who was it?" You croaked out.

"Ah, that was... Yui. Apparently he's back in town for the weekend. So, he's coming over." Muichiro said.

"Dang..." You huffed, hiding your face back in Mui's neck. "We should get ready. He's coming over soon?"

"Yup. Go freshen up. I'll make the breakfast."

You entrusted Muichiro with breakfast as you showered. Muichiro couldn't cook, so you were quite sure that he was reheating the bagels you bought last night and brew some coffee. You were right.

Yuichiro arrived not long after you finished your breakfast. Muichiro opened the door for him and you watched as the twins interacted with each other. Muichiro was fit, but Yuichiro was ripped. Muichiro told you he was in the kendo club and worked out every day.

"Hi, (Y/N)!"

To your surprise, Yuichiro offered you a fist bump—which you returned.

"Hello!" You sheepishly greeted him. Muichiro stood next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissed your cheek.

"It's been such a long time since I saw you!" Yuichiro said. "Glad to finally find out who you actually like, though."

Your face grew red and Muichiro clicked his tongue. "Stop teasing them. I'll kick your shin, you dick."

"I'll break your violin, you ass." Yuichiro retorted.

You were taken aback by the way the two bantered, but laughed anyway. The image of the past, Tokito twins being innocent kids was completely erased from your mind.

Yuichiro ended up hanging out with the two of you the whole day. You three went out to grab lunch, then randomly decided to play bowling. After dinner, Yuichiro excused himself as he had to go to their parents' house.

"It's really nice meeting you again, (Y/N)." Yuichiro said. "Next time I'll bring my partner over so we can go play bowling, the four of us."

"Sure! Take care, Yui!" You waved as he walked away. Yeah, he finally let you call him Yui.

"Wanna go back to my place?" Mui offered, holding your hand.

"Alright, I don't wanna climb up three flights of stairs to reach my dorm room."

You let Muichiro held your hand, dragging you towards his car. He opened the door for you and put a hand above your head as you slid in, not wanting you to hit your head. After you were seated comfortably, he leaned forward to help you with your seatbelt.

"I got it, Mui." You giggled.

He didn't listen. He clicked the seatbelt into its place before turning his head to you. You smiled at him, having no clue why he looked at you a little bit different.

"What's wrong, Mui—"

The next thing you knew, he closed the gap between the two of you as he crashed his lips against yours. You were taken aback, but you kissed him back. He cupped your face with one hand, the other roamed down to your shoulder and arm before taking your hand in his. He pulled away, kissing along your jaw and ended up sucking on a spot behind your ear. You gripped his hand tightly, which made him chuckled.

Mui pecked your lips once again and kissed the back of your hand that he's holding. His mint green eyes were staring straight into your soul.

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

"I love you too, Mui."

He smiled widely and closed the door. You watched as he quickly circled the car and got behind the steering wheel.

"What was that for?" You asked him.

"Hmm? Oh," Mui shrugged, "I just love you so much."

"Hmm..."

"...and I'm glad to know that you chose me over Yui, back then."

You rolled your eyes and snorted. "Yeah, no shit. I barely spoke with him."

Mui just shook his head and hit the gas slowly, driving the car away from the bowling alley's parking lot.

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A/n: idk should i make this into an entire new story in ao3? idk idk idk it's kinda tempting but idk

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer fanfic #tokito twins #tokito yuichiro #tokito muichiro #muichiro x y/n #muichiro x reader #fluff #friends to lovers #childhood crush #modern setting #aged up characters

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ponyosmom35 · 7 months

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where do we go from here?

Simon Ghost Riley x reader

part 3 to fight (def read those first if you haven't yet)

synopsis: reader has had enough of Simon avoiding her.

master list:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

The rest of the night was quiet, the air was heavy. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, she wasn’t happy with Simon. The past night had been so much to handle, so much to process. The way he handled it all shocked her. She was disappointed and wished he would talk to her. Though they ‘made up’ he’d been avoiding her for two days. He would briefly greet her in the morning before going to the gym, or running an errand. She hoped that they could move past this horrible thing that happened, that horrible fight they had. But Simon seemed to make it his mission to avoid it at all costs.

After two days she was sick of it, tired of waking up alone. She missed him. Now that he was leaving she wanted to make her remaining time with him count. But she felt like he was pushing himself away to make it easier to leave. She refused to put up with this. She loved him more than anything in the world, and she was going to fight for them. She’d tossed and turned all night thinking about how she would approach the subject, she didn’t want to upset him, especially after how upset he still was about what he’d done during his nightmare. She wanted to have a genuine conversation. Unable to sleep, she woke up at 7 am, knowing that she’d catch Simon before he went on his run. He’d always been an early riser, he didn’t believe in sleeping in.

She made coffee and prepped some sausage, eggs, and toast for him to enjoy before he left. She waited patiently for him to rush down the stairs, his wide eyes searching for her. His body relaxes upon seeing her sitting at the barstool with coffee in hand.

“What are you doing awake this early?” he asks in confusion

“I made you breakfast, something small to give you protein” she says softly

“Thank you love” he says kissing her head as he sits beside her to eat.

The pair fall into silence as he munches on his food. She leans her head on her hands as she looks at him. Her eyes clouded with millions of thoughts and worries. “What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asks

She smiles and sits up, leaning her head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around her and pulls her into his chest. His steady heartbeat reminded her that he was still here, and she needed him to be present. “When do you leave?” she asks

Simon’s posture shifts as he grows tense. “Monday”

“That’s in three days” she responds as her heart sinks, a heavy weight collapsing on her chest. “I hoped there would be more time”

“No time to waste”

“I wanted to apoligize for reacting the way I did, I shouldn’t have blamed you for my frustrations. I’m upset that you’re leaving, and selfishly I didn’t want you to go. But I would never ask you to stay, I know that this is what you do, and it’s who you are, I want you to know that I love you for it” she says taking his hand, focusing on how he sets his food down to give her his full attention. “I am more than capable of planning a wedding, and if there’s anything I need your help on then we’ll talk about it when you can. Plus I have my parents, I have grandma, and my friends, I have more than enough support, We have more than enough support for this. I am going to be just fine, I need you to know that. So I want you to stop pushing me away, the only thing you’re doing is making this harder” she finishes

Simon clenches his jaw and runs his hand over his hair. He refused to meet her gaze as he held his hand against his mouth, she could tell that he was trying to find the right words to say.

“You have nothing to apoligize for, I fucked up. I reacted like a right fucking dickhead. I wish there was a way to get out of it, I would stay, I want to be here through every step of it all. I’ve been so fucking out of my mind, I’ve let my fears get into my head and I’ve taken that out on the one person who doesn’t deserve it. I hurt you” he says bowing his head in shame.

“It was an accident, Simon you have to forgive yourself”

“How can I?”

“Stop viewing yourself like some sort of monster! You’re the kindest man I’ve ever met, you are so gentle and loving. You are simply the fucking greatest person I’ve ever met, it kills me that you torture yourself like this. You deserve so much better. I wish I could take all of this pain out of your head and carry it for you. But I can’t, so I’m begging you to stop letting it ruin you. It’s killing you Si, I can see it. I’m not saying that this is something you can just forget about, I understand that but dwelling on it will never make it go away, you’ll be stuck with it forever. There is no blame, no one takes responsibility for this. It happened, now it’s up to us to figure out where to go from here. I’m all in, you know that”

“Thank you” he says, looking down at her with tears in his eyes. He nods and pulls her into a hug. She moves from the seat and allows him to wrap his body around her. She knew just how much Simon was saying with that hug. For what his words lack, his touch makes up for. He was so passionate, she always admired that about him. He didn’t have to break down, he didn’t have to apoligize profusely, she understood. She didn’t need the words, she just needed him.

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dumbkatsu · 1 year

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You ask and I deliver! I'm so happy everyone is enjoying the Mu Qing hc, so let's start:

Mu Qing would notice the littlest things about you.

From how you style your hair, how you prepare your coffee/tea, what you put first in the bowl if it's the cereals or the milk to the little gestures you do when you're nervous.

He just loves your little mannerisms so much. He finds them endearing.

Even the way every week you organize your books in a different system

He would notice how you sometimes forget to take care of yourself properly so he would help.

If you are a very busy person in the morning and forget to eat breakfast he'd prepare it for you to take away with a sticky note saying: "Don't forget to eat dummy"

When you first introduced him to MBTI he was really confused.

And when you explained the concept to him he low-key thought it would be another zodiac thing.

Which made you really pissed

So you made him do the test.

(And during the test he was a bit bored ngl)

It gave him ISTJ

At first, he was confused but as he read his results he was starting to doubt his convictions and so he became interested in mbti's

Cue you sending him a shitton of mbti memes 24/7

And whenever he saw a meme roasting your mbti he would def sending you

You would def make him dress up as your mbti for Halloween

But he wouldn't mind

Because if it made you smile he would do anything for you

When it comes to communication in a relationship, he can get a bit shy and insecure, so there will be times when he won't say wants to say. But if you talk to him and show him that you can give him a safe space to express his feelings he will become more confident and it will show.

OH! I totally feel like mu qing is the type to avoid you when he realizes his feelings for you (pre-relationship)

If you were close friends before and this starts happening it can be very hurtful.

You try to corner him but to no avail, he just gives a half-assed excuse and weasels his way away from you again.

It takes Xie Lian, Feng Xin, and even a tiny roast from Hua Cheng to make him apologize and confess to you

"Mu Qing you should be honest about your feelings, it's clear that they like you too!"

"Yeah bro you need to go head in and do it, it's been too long and now that you decided to very obviously distance yourself they've kinda been upset these past few days"

"Only a pussy bitch boy wouldn't admit their feelings and just confess instead of causing mindless hurt to both parties, isn't that right Mu Qing?"

"San lang..."

Yes that was basically the last drop for Mu Qing and he decides to drive up to your place

(cliché warning: I'm about to be so corny on this one I hope you can forgive me)

It started pouring rain and Mu Qing cursed himself for not doing this sooner and just being a blatant coward.

When he reached your driveway he calls your phone

"Hey, why are you-"

"Come outside"

"Mu Qing it's raining"

"I don't care just come outside, I want to take you somewhere"

"Fine. Give me a minute"

You basically leave in your pajamas and go on a late-night drive with Mu Qing.

He obviously gives you the aux cord bcs he likes your taste in music

You guys drive for a bit until he stops at a place with a nice skyline

You guys stay silent until he turns the engine off.

Mu Qing sighs to himself as you look at him expectantly

"Look Y/n I'm sorry. I have been a first-class dick these past few days and I really didn't want to hurt you by doing it but...it's just that... " he stops.

The words he wants to say can't get out of his mouth it's stuck in his throat until he feels your hand on top of his giving him an encouraging nod

It's incredible how you make him feel like he can conquer the world without uttering a single word really.

"I have feelings for you y/n. I never felt like this before. I feel like I don't deserve to feel like this, I feel like I don't deserve you in my life because I can't treat you like you should be treated. You've been here for me through thick and thin and I would do anything for you. But I am honestly feeling very fucking scared for what it might happen next."

You stay quiet trying to process all of the information you were just told. It was a lot to take in. Until you broke the agonising silence.

"I like you too Mu qing. I always have" you said with a beaming smile

"And yes you were being a total asshat, I was so confused. I thought you were upset that I ate the last chocolate pudding in your fridge"

"SO IT WAS YOU?? I THOUGHT I WAS FENG XIN! I MADE HIM BUY ME 4 MORE"

You two broke in silly laughter and when you opened your eyes you saw mu qing really close to your face.

He was looking at your eyes with such adoration that it was hard to maintain eye contact with those grey eyes.

He momentarily looked at your lips and his Adam's apple bobbed

He looks back at your eyes again moving closer. Your lips almost touching

"Can I k-kiss you?"

You guys can figure out the rest ;)

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silkjade · 2 years

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hii!! just coming over from reading your genshin men as wedding dates pt 1&2 and OHMYGOD THAT WAS AMAZING😍i haven’t been this hooked on a fanfic in years🤩🤩🤩🤩please keep writing more amazing things like these🥰

oh and if you’re taking requests - genshin men (as many or as few as you want, i leave the character limit upto you) + pov: you like to leave little sticky note messages on the fridge for bae when he wakes up bc you need to leave super early for work, but one day you forget and….

💜much love to you and def hit the follow button so i can see more of your work!! if you have a tagslist please include me!💜

Aw thank you so much! I don’t have a taglist atm but I’ll be sure to add you if I ever make one in the future! And ty for sending in a request, this is such a cute, wholesome prompt 🫶

genshin men when you forget to leave a daily message

Featuring— diluc, childe, zhongli

gn!reader, modern au, established relationships

DILUC

as a big ceo, your boyfriend diluc travels a lot. it’s just unfortunate that the one morning he gets to sleep in, you had to go into work extra early

he might not always be home for your sticky note messages, but he sure loves reading them when he is. so needless to say he’s a little disappointed since your fun little messages always leave a small smile on his face

so he decides to do the same for you as a little surprise when you get home

except he leaves little notes everywhere

just to name a few…. on the tray where you leave your keys: ‘welcome home! i’ve missed you’ ; on your vanity mirror: ‘you are so beautiful’ ; on the refrigerator: ‘let’s go out for dinner tonight?’

his messages aren’t as fun or witty as yours but it’s the thought that counts and wait… on the shoe rack: ‘you’ve been running through my mind all day’

ok fine he asked kaeya for help on that last one; he swore it’d make you laugh (it did!)

CHILDE

he loves loves loves the little messages you write to him each morning; they're like his little daily motivators from you! and since you always stick it on the fridge, he just ends up taking it with him for the day as a good luck charm

so…he’s got a theory now because the one day you forget to leave a note for him…boom. worst day ever

nothing is going right. his luck could not get any worse today. like did scaramouche seriously just quit? and now he has to finish both their work by the end of the day? ugh that’s just as frustrating as the embarrassingly huge coffee stain on his shirt

at least in this case, causation does equal correlation

he’s super pouty and whiny and clingy when he gets home. basically tackles you, hugging you from behind while he’s soaking wet because of course it started randomly raining on his way home

“you’re my good luck charm y/n” and then proceeds to explain to you all of ajax’s terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

now you owe him lots of kisses and cuddles and two sticky note messages tomorrow (his terms)

ZHONGLI

he’s emotionally mature, he totally understands

but what he DOES worry about is whether in your rush to get to work, did you eat breakfast? did you forget anything? did you bring lunch?

luckily for you his only consultation appointment today isn’t until the afternoon so he is definitely preparing you lunch. and when he’s got the time…boy can this man cook (it’s canon hoyoverse told me themselves)

he knows your schedule like the back of his hand. the front desk calls right before your break to let you know someone’s here for you and surprise it’s zhongli dropping off homemade lunch

give him a big kiss on the cheek and he’ll be all ☺️

you open the pack and on top of your lunchbox is a sticky note: ‘Hope you’re egg-cited for lunch today, I made your favorite. See you at home, darling : )’

#— 𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓙. ༯ #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #childe x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin hcs #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff

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nashdoesstuff · 2 months

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hellooo i did a thing for @thelunarsystemwrites’s superhero au [1/2] <33

this is my oc vou in the au!

they’re a superhero! their hero’s name is dreamshade, and they primarily fight crime dealing with acts of violence, bribery, and social injustice.

by day, they’re an overworked fashion designer for one of the largest brands in the city named vou asara. Their schedule includes various overtime days, but they usually escape for their superhero gig. nobody knows how they haven’t gotten fired yet.

LORE, STATS, AND MORE:

LORE:

Vou Asara was brought to life by a family of two, combining their SOUL magic to make them. They grew up as a normal kid, but had to go into foster care at 14 when one parent died unexpectedly and the other got into substances. Their adoptive parents were kind to Vou, and did whatever they could to help them reach their dreams, which was making it into the fashion industry. Upon getting a job opportunity abroad, they moved out of their town in the UK and into the big city, where they started out as a designer’s assistant for a large clothing label, making part-time pay.

When coming home one night after a shift, they stopped by a convenience store for a quick coffee and the evening newspaper. They saw an advertisement from a local pawn shop searching for employees while skimming through, and they decided to take it, as they needed extra money on the side to pay rent.

The first few days on that job were fine, though sometimes they came out of their shifts sluggish, with the smell of tobacco stuck in their senses. A human customer came, one day, offering up a ring that Vou hadn’t ever seen before. It was dashing— an amber stone was the center of attention on the piece of jewelry, with small other gems surrounding it. The amber shimmered beautifully in the sunlight, and Vou thought it could pair nicely with a dress they were designing in their studio. So they bought it from the person, then purchased it from the shop itself, taking it home excitedly.

They combined the ring with the dress and some other accessories immediately after getting it. They decided to wear this outfit to a fashion event with their boss at the time, and things went swell until they decided to start drinking. The alcohol made them go a bit bonkers, and they eventually collapsed at the after party, needing to be brought home by a barista named Atra. The issue was, when they had passed out, they shattered the large stone in the ring, releasing a magic that latched onto their bones. The magic caused their darkened bones to become more droopy, and a bit more of a pain to manage. However, they quickly found out they now had the ability to shapeshift and was quite flexible.

They used this to their advantage at first, picking at locks and safes to steal, but when they got promoted in their fashion job and left the stinking pawn shop, they decided to leave the criminal activity behind and use it for the better. They spent a good while making an alter ego, and in the end, they ended up with the hero, Dreamshade— a fighter whose job is to fight injustice in the city.

As of now, they have no nemesis, and are quite friendly with people unless they work with them. The barista that helped them is now their partner, and they know one another incredibly well and love each other very much.

Stats:

16 ATK 25 DEF 500 HP

Strengths and Weaknesses:

Dreamshade is strongest when they’re calm. Calmer atmospheres cause their goop to level and not droop excessively. Their biggest weakness is water and warm temperatures, as it interacts negatively with their goopy bones. They are strengthened in cooler temperatures.

Fun facts:

Vou still has their English accent and is quite proud of it.

They especially love petty crime and shutting that down.

They’re barely ever at home, unfortunately. Their partner is the only person who knows about Dreamshade being Vou, and they found out accidentally.

They typically only fight with appendages that they may produce on their back. They can have up to 6 at a time, but prefer to use only 2.

They’re in charge of the dress department in their building.

Their superhero outfit takes around 2 minutes to get into.

They do kind of want to join a superhero group, but aren’t sure how it would work…

Their alignment is neutral good.

and that’s pretty much it! i’m still working on tk, so keep an eye out for that!

#nash’s art #nash’s shenanigans #renevou!shattered #dreamshade!vou #undertale superhero au #utmv superhero au #nashdoesstuff #utmv stuffs!!#art #my art #ocs #reference sheets #my oc #oc #utmv #utau

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stripperblvd · 2 years

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I’m Fucking Obsessed With You (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: You’re both impulsive, there’s nothing that could ever change that, so what is it about you having his name right under your boobs that has him acting so feral. Specially when yours is inked right on his heart

Warnings: Steamy make out, implied smut, needle work. Slight fight, only a busted lip.

Word Count: 2.7k

The night had started out simple enough. Date night, going out to the bar and supporting local bands, Eddie liked to say that he treated others the way he’d like for them to treat Corroded Coffin. So it had started, Eddie’s long arms wrapping around your waist, swaying and rocking to the heavy sounds that rose up from the stage, your ears persecuted with amazing solos, impeccable covers and creative originals. You felt Eddie’s lips on your shoulder or neck from time to time, savoring the fact that he had you all to himself, glaring at any man that dared look at you for more than 3 seconds. “Yeah” he thought to himself. “I got the hottest chick in this fucking place, keep it moving dick head”. His mind was dizzy with bliss, the shots and mixes that you two were sharing started to get to his head as he swayed his hips with yours, cursing at those tight ass jeans for making your ass look so pretty, perfectly resting right on his thighs.

Before the night ended, Scotty, the bar’s promoter, announced a surprise contest, enticing you and the lanky boy wrapped around you to stay and listen. “Alright, listen up. Today we partnered up with our friends down at Skull Rock Studios to bring just SOME of the greatest upcoming bands.” He paused, laughing as the hyped drunk crowd cheered and screamed, some toasting at the mention of the show they had just witnessed. “Now, to thank you for all this, Skull Rock is having a drink off, one pair per entry, the winners receive a free $30 tattoo of their choice each!” You thought the bar would collapse with the amount of ruckus the announcement created, people jumping and stomping. Your eyes twinkled with mischief as you looked up at Eddie, whose now sobering eyes were already looking at you.

The contest had started off easy, but as more people were eliminated the drinks became heavier, bigger and stronger. You were now up against the last pair, your head was spinning with all the alcohol you had in you, it was nearing 1 am when the finale began, the small rest that had taken place before to let the four of you piss out whatever liquids you had ingested now ending. You forced Eddie to drink just a bit more water, knowing that it’ll at least help with tomorrow's raging headache and pending hangover. You stood with your boyfriend, smirking at the two men in front of you. They were around Eddie’s height, but much much bigger, their round bellies protruding from their abdomens. They glared at you too, almost acting offended that their only obstacle between a free tattoo each was a lanky guitar player with curly hair and his taunting girlfriend, who all though was an eyeful, only had eyes for the boy beside her.

You held your breath as the last challenge was announced. “Alright settle down settle down. Now for this last challenge, we’re gonna spice things up a bit.” Scotty’s face was deep with mischief and almost malice as he spoke up, intentionally emphasizing on the word “spice”. “So, here it is, you each have 30 seconds to pick which partner will be doing what.” Two scantily clad girls walked up to each team, placing a large black beer mug filled with a steaming liquid and another with 5 ghastly looking peppers. “Now in the plate, is 5 beautifully picked tree peppers, and in the other mug, thanks to our generosity is a nice steamy cup of black coffee. Whatever team finishes both first wins.” Scotty announced to the crowd. You look closely at Eddie, already feeling the confidence in the pit of your stomach. The clock tickled as he asked, “Alright baby girl, it's all or nothing, pick your poison, what's gonna heat up that pretty little mouth tonight.” he asked, clearly drunk but definitely not next to unconscious drunk. “You think you can handle the peppers?” you asked, slightly worried for his intestines. “Hell yeah, s’long as I get a kiss after we win a pretty thing.” he smirked, leaning towards you, engulfing your senses with the strong odor of alcohol in his mouth, one you knew you were reciprocating as well. “You’re on handsome.” you smirk grabbing hold of the mug and playing one of your arms behind your back, directing your smirk at the man in front of you.

For as long as you had remembered you’d been an avid caffeine consumer, a habit that started when your grandpa would let you soak your cookies in his morning cup. The clock finally clicked to its end as you brought the cup to your lips and started chugging. In a sense it felt relieving, the smoky taste of ground coffee smoothly running down your throat. You watch from your peripherals as Eddie opts to simply put all the unstemmed peppers into his mouth, finally chewing the raging red things to a consistency that he deemed fit to swallow. It was up to you now, You watched the man before you, your hands going up much quicker to finish your mug. His eyes bulging as he continues trying to swallow the warm liquid, very clearly (and worriedly) turning slightly dull, his throat rejecting the stream of caffeine that flowed from the cup on his hands. You watch intently, regretfully even.

Because just as you finish the very last drop of coffee in your mug, lifting it from your lips, the man right in front of you turns to his side, Scotty jumping aside as he empties his stomach on the bucket by his feet, you watch as he drops the mug, nearly half of the liquid still inside and hastily pouring from it. The crowd goes absolutely feral at this, watching as the young girl raises her mug in the air cheering as she turns it upside down, not a single drop falling from the opening of the mug. Scotty runs to you, grinning at your boyfriend who's too busy devouring a milkshake handed to him by one of the bartenders, and raising your hand, displaying your victory. One that was short lived.

The man Eddie faced off against yelled out, launching at you with a raised fist, and unreasonable anger vivid in his face. This triggers an incredibly fast chain of events, the mug from your hand dropping from your grasp, the force of Scotty’s arm quickly wrapping around you to pull you out of harm's way knocking it right against your lip, 3 enormous bouncers and security officers pouncing on the rabid individual. Glass breaking as Eddie drops his milkshake, lunging to protect his girl, landing a savage ringed blow to the guy’s nose. “Dont you fucking touch my girl.” He spat, anger visible in his features as the wild biker is pulled from the stage, kicks following him as the crowd opens to let the guards pulling him out though, and swarming back together when he crosses the threshold, Your eyes are wide as you feel Scotty’s hands leave you, your body being held close to another, one that your mind would recognize miles away. The chest your face was pressed to handsomely closed in on you, and it’s scent intoxicating your mind. “You okay kid?” Scotty asked, concern flowing through his eyes, having known you for a while and holding you and Eddie in a special part of his emotions. Your break away from Eddie’s chest, eyes confused as you smile at him, a beautiful, bloody smile, one that stains your teeth crimson and makes you look like you just chugged an entire bottle of cherry syrup. “I think I deserve my fucking tattoo.” you joke, looking straight at Scotty who laughs, not believing how tough your little self could be. The crowd raises hell as a chant begins, your ears catching the words “SHE DESERVES IT” followed by rhythmic clapping. Eddie smiles, holding you close as you’re both ushered off stage, one of the women who had brought out the last challenge approaching you. “Come on sweetheart, let's clean that lip up.” She guides you and Eddie to a back room, urging you to sit on the black couhes, the staff filling the room, banter following as the club slowly closes down, people now leaving to go back home.

“I ever see him again, I swear to god.” Eddie seethed, watching as the woman you know knew as Claire checked your mouth to make sure you hadn't cracked or lost a tooth. A large overwhelming silence falls in the room as a security guard enters, accompanied by the guy that had thrown up right before you. Eddie’s about to stand up, an uncontrollable rage brewing in his stomach as the guy holds his hands up. “I come in peace man.” he warns, slowly walking towards you two as your arm wraps around Eddie’s flexing bicep. “Listen I just wanted to apologize for my buddy, it’s just a game, I’m not exactly sure why he reacted the way he did. But I am sorry, I don’t condone a man putting his hands on a lady.” He explained, almost nervously, scratching the back of his neck. Ed was about to speak up before you placed your hand on his stomach, urging him to shut it with your own voice. “It’s okay, it wasn't your fault. Thank you though, for being a good sport.” you smiled,raising your first at him, and earning yourself a fist bump. Scotty clapped his shoulders, “C’mon Paul, I’ll have Georgie drive ya home.” he spoke.

You laugh as Eddie grumbles, “You shouldn't have forgiven him.” you now sat on his lap, waiting for the tattoo artists from the studio to show up. “Mmm, s’not his fault baby, he can’t control how his friend acts. I mean look at him, he came in nervous as a puppy dog, big man like him?” you smile, and kiss your boyfriend's lips, ignoring the small sting on your lip. He buries his head in your neck, “You know what you’re picking?” he asked, the sound of his raspy voice incredibly muffled by your skin. “Yeah, can we agree to not show each other until we get home?” you ask, lifting your hand slightly to your back to reach his curls, knowing how much he loves it when you play with his hair. “Yeah, sounds good to me.” he says, right as the artists arrive, pulling you out of the room into a separate one and leaving Eddie in there, with a man he’d been previously inked by. You sat on the couch, looking curiously at the woman in front of you. “Know what you want?” she asked, looking up at you as she set her machine up. You nod, explaining your idea to her. “Sick question though, is this the first time getting the needle? It might hurt a lot more than what you’re expecting.” she asked. You shake your head, lifting your shirt up to show her the beautifully done dragon tattoo right on her hip.

“Awesome.”

The ride home was full of giggles and anticipation, an excitement running across your faces and bodies, knowing that the lack of wrap showing meant that clothes would need to be removed to show the newly inked skin. Eddie sighed in relief when he finally pulled into the trailer park, the watch on his wrist pointing to just past 3 am. Jesus H Christ, between the show itself, which started at 8, the contest, one that started at 10 when the show ended and the end plus the tattoos, you both had been out for more than 7 hours. You both stumbled into the trailer, so happy that Wayne had gone out with some friends for a hiking trip for the weekend, meaning that he would not return, not even on this cloudy and extremely early Saturday morning. You giggle, letting yourself be dragged by your boyfriend through the small home and into his bedroom, locking the door just for that extra sense of privacy. His arms wrapped around you, pushing his tongue into those beautiful busted lips of yours, savoring the intoxicating taste of your mouth against his. He felt the way your boobs pressed up against his chest, ducking to suckle on the soft skin that adorned your throat. He groaned as he sat on the edge of his bed, pulling you to straddle him.

“Baby, I wanna show you mine.” he said, licking an incredibly erotic stripe up your neck. You laugh, holding his shoulders close to you as you lock down towards that drunken, red face of his. You lean down to kiss him once more before reluctantly standing up, your lips the very last part of your body that departed from him. “Show me.” you smile, holding your hands behind your pack and rocking back and forth. His eyes are hungry, lips darting out to lick across those luscious lips of his before he grabs the collar of his shirt, pulling it off as he stands to his full height, standing above you as his hair flops from the shirt. You gasp, eyes blowing out as your boyfriend stands in all his shirtless glory, grabbing your waist and pulling you towards him so you can place your hands on his upper body, one hand landing on his right peck, the other lands right at his waist. He stared at you intently watching a soft smile spread across your face to accompany your twinkling eyes.

Spread in a gorgeous slightly cursive writing is your name. Your name. ‘Y/N’ is now permanently showing on that milky alabaster skin of Eddie’s, right next to his other chest piece, your name however directly above his beating heart. It sparked a fire inside of you, something that bubbled from the very bottom of your belly, and crawled its way up to wrap around your heart. You looked up at him, “I love it.” you pushed him down back onto the bed, grinning as you spoke. “Close your eyes baby.” you urged him, making sure to cover his eyes with his hands as you began to strip. Every movement and rustle of clothes made Eddie’s hunger grow, a hunger that only you could satiate. “Okay babe, open them up.”

Eddie could swear his heart stopped as he saw you. Bare, your body naked for him to feast his eyes on, your index fingers linked to each other right over the beautiful mound of soft, warm flesh between your legs, one that he was hoping to taste tonight. He racked his eyes from your pussy, stopping at your hips to stare at the fantasy tattoo on your skin. As his eyes smiled, your stomach slightly bloated from your activities he choked on his own spit, eye catching your boobs, more specifically right under your left one. Right then and there you saw a noticeable bulge growing in his pants, a soft groan leaving his lips. He couldn’t help himself, grabbing the back of your thighs to guide you closer to him. He rests his hands on your ass, smashing his face right at your abdomen to have a closer inspection at your ink.

‘Eddie’

“Fuck.” he whispered, placing one of his hands on your rib cage, using that leverage to once again place your now naked body on his lap, his jeans pressing deliciously on your aching, core. He smashed your lips together, savoring the way your saliva mixed with his, the way you braced yourself on his shoulders, moaning into his mouth. He quickly went back to work on your chest, leaving marks and licks all over, you whined, needing just a bit more. He flipped you over, watching his bed bounce slightly as you sprawled over it, making fast work of his pants and shoes. He crawled on top of you, careful not to completely squish you as he lowered his body onto yours. You moan, knowing exactly what he was trying to do. Your breast pushed against his upper peck as he hovered over you, your name right over his. He groans. Face deep in your neck.

“I’m fucking obsessed with you.” he breathes in your scent, your hands tangled up in his hair. “You’re mine, you’re fucking mine. I’m so fucking obsessed with you.” he repeated, almost to himself. “You’re never leaving. You’re mine forever.” he whispered slowly, pushing his dick inside you for a night to remember.

HEHEHE, first of a few Eddie smut pieces. 7-6-22

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 vol2 #st4

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