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nerdycheol · 2 days ago

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A Seat Across from You

☘︎ pairings: choi seungcheol x reader [afab]

☘︎ warnings: strangers to lovers(?), fluff, a lots and lots of slowburn, reader is annoyingly dumb, miscommunication, too much running away & avoiding

☘︎ wc: 9.5k

(a/n): FOR YUKI'S 100 MILESTONE EVENT!! do check out everyone else's work too, they're all are amazing!! I had sm fun writing this. thankyou lexi (@ikeukiss ) for this amazinnggg banner <33 also thankyou to the ones who brainstormed ideas with me calli (@hhaechansmoless), yuki (@eclipsaria) daisy (@flowerwonu) ily'all smm :3 it was originally supposed to be this long, but i wanted to make it as natural as possible :| so forgive me and hope you like it ;) this is not proof read so ignore slight mistakes. tagging alaska (@cherry-zip) because i love them

playlist recommendation 🎵: traingazing-sam wills, sunny-rocco, from the start- laufey, dive- olivia dean, fool-kidsnot$aints, fall in love-jukjae, lily of the valley- daniel, l-o-v-e -rocco, hold me never let go- rocco

(inspired by traingazing- sam wills)

dividers by @cafekitsune

i’d love to hear your thoughts, i love reading your comments and seeing your reblogs! 💗

DAY 1

Morning comes the same way it always does — too soon, too cold, too reluctant to let you ease into it.

You woke up ten minutes late today. Not enough to send you into panic, but just enough to make the morning feel a bit rushed. Your sweater slightly mismatches your coat, but you tell yourself it’s fine. Your bag feels heavier than usual, though you can’t remember adding anything new to it.

The streets are damp from last night’s rain, and a few early risers move with purpose, clutching coffee cups like lifelines. You walk the familiar path to the station, following the same cracks in the pavement you always do.

The train is late today. Two minutes, maybe three. Enough to remind you that the world doesn’t run on your schedule.

When it finally arrives, you step in, immediately greeted by the usual low murmur of conversation, the shuffling of feet against the floor, the faint scent of someone’s too-strong cologne. You shift your bag higher on your shoulder, scanning the car for a spot, eyes moving without much thought.And that’s when you see him. He stands by the farthest door, one shoulder pressed against the glass, gaze turned outward.

You don’t know why you pause. Maybe it’s the way the early light spills across his face, casting faint shadows along the bridge of his nose and his sharp jawline. Or maybe it’s the way he seems entirely detached from the rush around him, earphones in, lost in something only he can hear.

He wears a brown high-neck sweater, the kind that looks soft even from a distance. One hand is tucked into his pocket, the other wrapped around the strap of a worn black backpack. His expression is unreadable—not bored, not impatient, just… distant.

You don’t think he notices you.

It’s silly, the way you keep looking. He’s just another passenger, someone you’ll probably never speak to, never know. But still, you watch him for a moment longer, as if memorizing this version of the morning before the spell breaks.

A man steps in front of you, shifting to adjust his briefcase. The moment lasts only a second, but when you glance back.

He’s gone.

You blink, scanning the space where he had been, but now, it’s empty.

For some reason, the thought lingers as the train lurches forward. You shake it off, exhaling softly. It’s nothing. Just another passing commuter, another stranger among many others.

As you grip the pole tightly, you wonder

Will he be here tomorrow?

DAY 2

The train doors slide open with a mechanical sigh, and you step in. Your usual spot is taken today by an older woman clutching a canvas tote, her head tilted forward in light sleep. So you move a little further down, fingers curling around the overhead rail.

And then you see him. You don’t mean to look, not really. But there he is again, standing in the exact same place as yesterday — leaning against the glass panel near the doors, hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. Today, a book rests in his grip, fingers idly turning a page as his gaze flickers across the words.

You wonder, briefly, if he ever misses his stop. If he ever gets so lost in thought that he forgets where he’s going.

The thought lingers for a second too long.

A jolt in the tracks sends the train swaying, and you glance away quickly, feeling oddly self-conscious. It’s nothing. Just another passenger in the sea of strangers.

And yet, when you step off at your stop, you catch yourself glancing back. Just once.

DAY 10

It’s been ten days since you first saw him. Ten mornings of stepping onto the same train, gripping the same pole, and watching him from the corner of your eye.

Every day, he’s there — leaning against the glass panel, the same sky-blue book in his hands, which makes you wonder if he ever really reads it. His hands are always in his pockets; sometimes, his gaze turns toward the window.

You don’t know when you start expecting to see him.

He’s just supposed to be another passenger, another face in the blur of morning commuters. But now… now, the moment you step onto the train, your eyes move without thinking, searching and waiting.

The next day comes like all the others. But lately, there’s one thing that makes the mornings feel less mundane.

You find yourself on the platform, scanning the crowd before you even realize what you’re doing. Maybe you’ll never know his name, never exchange a single word, but that doesn’t stop your mind from conjuring a thousand possibilities, fleeting thoughts that leave you restless.

The train arrives with a familiar hum, and as you step inside, your eyes instinctively seek him out.

There he is.

Standing in his usual spot, clad in a high-neck sweater and loose-fitted trousers. But today, something is missing — his book.

Instead of reading, he simply watches the city blur past, his reflection faintly mirrored in the window. One hand is tucked into his pocket, the other grips the strap of a worn brown suitcase.

And then his head tilts slightly.

For a brief second, a flicker of something unfamiliar stirs in your chest.

Is he looking at you?

The thought unsettles you more than it should. Your fingers tighten around your phone as you glance away too quickly, pretending to check the screen. A silly reaction. He’s probably just lost in thought, staring past you like people often do.

Even as you tell yourself that, the feeling still lingers.

DAY 11

You’re not a superstitious person. You never believe what people say about black cats crossing your path bringing bad luck. On the contrary, you feel good things happen to you when you see a black cat.

And weirdly enough, the man on the train feels like your black cat. It’s not that he actually brings good luck. It’s just that your day seems a little better whenever you see him.

Today, you oversleep. Miss your alarm. Burn your toast. Everything feels five steps behind as you shove your shoes on and fly out the door, heart pounding at the thought of the impending scolding from your manager for being late.

You’re breathless. Disoriented. Out of rhythm.

The train is already at the platform by the time you arrive, and you squeeze in just before the doors seal shut.

But it’s okay, you think — as long as I see him.

And then, your gaze lifts instinctively.

He’s not there.

Your eyes dart across the carriage — once, twice, again. Nothing. Just faces you don’t recognize. None of them are him.

Your heart sinks, and it shouldn’t. You know it shouldn’t. People have lives. Schedules change. Trains get missed.

Still, you lean your head against the glass, suddenly aware of how loud everything feels in his absence. The usual quiet thrill has dulled.

You spend the ride staring out the window. Trying to mimic the way he does it. Trying to imagine what he sees in the blur of grey buildings and sleepy streets.

It doesn’t work.

You get off at your stop and walk a little slower.

Funny, how much space a stranger can take up in your head.

DAY 13

Today, you see him again. And somehow, that alone makes you feel like the day might not be so bad after all.

You can’t find a seat in the morning rush, so you claim a spot near the door, your shoulder resting against the cool glass panel.

Just like any other day, he enters.

Today, he’s in a dark blue satin shirt tucked neatly under a black trench coat. He takes his usual place across from you, setting his suitcase down by his foot before pulling out the same sky-blue book he reads every day.

You squint slightly to catch the title — Ikigai. You make a quiet mental note to buy it later.

The train halts at the next station, and a new wave of commuters pours in. The space tightens. You try to brace yourself, but the crowd pushes you forward.

Your shoulder bumps into someone — him.

You freeze, flustered, about to apologize when he looks up from his book.

“Are you okay?” he asks, voice deep and smooth like velvet.

You nod, maybe a little too quickly, mumbling a quiet thanks before turning your face away, hoping the heat on your cheeks isn’t too obvious.

And then he smiles. A perfect little curve that deepens into a dimple.

Oh man.

If you weren’t in deep before — you are now.

DAY 20

It takes a whole twenty days for him to finally notice you.

Like any other day, he enters the train and occupies his spot near the door. This time, you happen to be standing beside him. Like clockwork, he pulls out the book, slides the bookmark free, and holds it between two fingers; eyes moving smoothly over the pages.

The train screeches to an abrupt stop between stations, and the lights overhead flicker once before settling into a dim, humming glow.

Around you, the usual groans begin. A man sighs dramatically. Someone taps their foot like it might make the train move faster. The lady next to you mutters something under her breath about being late again.

The volume of your earphones must be louder than you think, because he looks at you and asks, “Laufey?”

You let out a sigh, glance at your watch to check the time, and look up instinctively because he’s here today too.

Just in time, his gaze lifts and finds yours. The corner of his mouth quirks up, and you can’t help it — you smile back.

Not entirely sure he’s talking to you, you pull out one earbud and mumble, “Sorry?”

He gives a little smile before repeating the question — and god, that damn smile will be the end of you.

You don’t put your earphones back in. Somehow, it feels rude now. Your gaze flickers around the coach, searching for something, anything to keep the conversation going.

“Ikigai! I’ve read it. It’s nice,” you blurt out, nodding toward the book in his hand.

“Really?” he says, sounding pleasantly surprised. “I haven’t met many people who really understand it. It’s nice to find someone who appreciates it. What part did you like the most?”

Idiot. Why would you say that?

You haven’t even finished the book. You bought it on a whim, sure — but gave up halfway through because it was too dense for your brain to grasp at 10 p.m. on a work night.

“Uhh… the… the living part.”

What the hell does that even mean? Could you make a bigger fool of yourself?

“That’s… interesting,” he replies, polite but clearly unconvinced. You can feel the moment your credibility starts slipping away.

“I mean, I really like the concept behind it,” you add quickly, grasping at straws. “You know, the idea of ‘the happiness of always being busy’… things like that.”

You let out a nervous laugh, hoping it masks the rising panic. He’s still looking at you, curious. That unnerving kind of silence that feels like he’s trying to decide whether you’re genuinely insightful or completely full of it.

Just when you’re about to change the subject or fake a sudden phone call, he smiles again. A little smaller this time. Softer.

“That is a nice thought,” he says, his voice warm now. “I think that’s what I liked too.”

You blink. He’s letting you off the hook?

Relief floods through you, and you feel yourself relax just a little, your shoulders easing out of the tense shrug you didn’t even realize you were holding.

“You probably understood it better than I did, though,” you say with a sheepish grin.

“Maybe,” he says with a shrug, “but I haven’t finished it either.”

“You’re evil,” you mutter under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear.

You stare at him, stunned for a beat — then laugh.

Of course he hasn’t. Of course he let you sweat for a full minute before throwing you a lifeline.

He chuckles, and the sound settles somewhere low in your chest.

For the rest of the ride, you don’t put your earphones back in.

DAY 30

You finally get to know his name. Seungcheol. It suits him, you think.

You’ve started greeting each other every time you meet. You don’t talk much, just small conversations here and there about your day, the weather, or whatever comes up.

At some point, you admit you gave up on Ikigai because it was a bit too complex for your “small brain,” as you put it. He laughs at that. Really laughs but ever since, he’s taken to explaining parts of the book to you whenever you meet.

And you can’t help but think… if you’d known him during your college years, you probably would’ve passed every exam with flying colors.

You find out that he works in finance and surprisingly, his office is near yours. The revelation makes you wonder why he never gets off at the same station as you, but you don’t ask.

Some things feel too delicate to question just yet.

One morning, you notice a small Captain America keychain dangling from the zipper of his suitcase — a new addition. Curious, you ask if he likes Marvel.

He laughs, shaking his head. “My nephew stuck it on and insisted I keep it. I haven’t really watched many of the movies.”

You gasp dramatically, loud enough that a few passengers turn to look. “You’ve never watched Marvel?!”

He winces, grinning. “Maybe one or two? I don’t remember much.”

From that moment on, your train rides take on a new rhythm. You start explaining the entire Marvel storyline, movie by movie, diving into characters and chaotic timelines, your hands animated and your eyes bright with excitement.

And Seungcheol? He listens. Really listens — eyes on you, smile tugging at the corners of his lips, occasionally asking questions or teasing you gently when your passion makes you trip over your own words.

DAY 40

Lately, Seungcheol starts getting off at the same station as you.

The first time it happens, you shoot him a curious glance, unsure if it’s just a coincidence. But when it happens again, and then again, you can’t help but ask.

“Sorry if it seems like I’m intruding, but… why didn’t you get off at the earlier station?” you ask, brows slightly raised.

Today, as the train slows to your stop, you notice he doesn’t move toward the doors like he usually does.

Instead, he waits beside you.

He catches your glance and smiles casually. “I used to get off early to grab coffee. Their brews were the best I’ve ever had.”

“So… no coffee today?”

He shrugs, hands tucked in his coat pockets. “I woke up early to get it before the train. That way, I could ride with you.”

Your heart thumps a little. Not enough to show on your face, but enough that you feel it in your throat.

You look away, trying to hide your smile.

“Ah… well,” you say lightly, “must be some really good coffee.”

“Second best part of my morning,” he replies without missing a beat.

DAY 46

Walks with Seungcheol are part of your routine now.

You used to drag yourself out of bed to start the day, but lately, you wake up on your own even before your alarm rings.

You learn he has a dog. Kkuma. A pretty little Coton de Tuléar with soft white fur and a habit of stealing the spotlight. He goes on evening runs with her every Sunday, and almost without fail, he sends you a picture afterward. Kkuma, dressed in a tiny hoodie or a frilly bow.

At some point, the two of you exchange numbers. It starts with simple texts — “I reached safely” and “See you tomorrow” — but quickly grows into something more.

Now, you text nearly every day, even though you see each other just as often.

And while Kkuma is adorable, you can’t help but zoom in just a little to catch a glimpse of the man holding the leash, his messy sunday hair. The hint of a smile he doesn’t realize he’s wearing.

It’s pouring today.

You’re already halfway to the subway when the first drops begin to fall. Too light to worry about, at least at first so you keep walking, brushing damp hair from your face as the drizzle picks up.

Seungcheol boards the train two stops after yours. And the moment he enters, his eyes scan the crowd searching until he sees you. Then he makes his way over.

You talk about your weekends — easy conversation, soft laughter. It makes the ride feel quicker than usual.

When you step out of the station, you realize you forgot to check the weather. The rain’s still coming down, steady and unrelenting. You don’t have an umbrella.

Seungcheol, like some savior from a drama scene, wordlessly opens his umbrella and holds it over your head. You offer to carry it, but he refuses. So you ask to hold his suitcase instead.

But a few steps later, he stops. With his right hand, he adjusts the umbrella and then with his left, gently pulls you closer, tucking you beneath the canopy again.

You walk side by side, shoulders brushing now and then.

After the third time, you shift slightly away, not wanting to invade his space.

Your arm brushes his.

“If you get sick,” he says, eyes forward, voice casual, “who am I supposed to go to work with?”

You don’t say anything, just look up at him and smile. But you don’t move away either.

DAY 50

You and Seungcheol start growing closer.

It isn’t just morning walks anymore. Sometimes, you stop by a café after work, sit across from each other with drinks in hand and talk about everything and nothing. You walk home together too, shoulders bumping every now and then, especially when the sidewalk narrows.

If one of you is running late, the other waits—no matter how crowded the station gets.

Even the metro rides become something you look forward to. You talk about dinner plans or what shows you’re binge-watching. Some days you just share a playlist, sitting in companionable silence as the train rocks gently beneath your feet.

The evenings are always busier than the mornings. Too crowded to sit together, too loud to talk. So you both end up standing on either side of the door, listening to the same song through your AirPods, synced through Bluetooth. It becomes a little ritual.

Still, you hate the space between you.

It’s silly. Just a few feet. But Seungcheol has this quiet warmth to him—like being near him makes the train feel less suffocating, the day a little lighter. And on the days when the coach is packed and you have to stand apart, you miss that.

Then, one day, you fish into your bag and pull out your wired earphones instead.

Seungcheol notices immediately. “What happened to the other ones?”

“Oh… um, they broke,” you say, not really looking at him.

He doesn’t ask anything else. Just smiles and reaches for one side of the wire, placing the left earbud in his ear while you take the right.

You stand side by side that day, close enough that your arms touch. Close enough to hear him hum under his breath. And when the train jolts forward suddenly, he reaches out instinctively to steady you—fingers curling briefly around your wrist before letting go.

Neither of you say anything about it. You just stand there, sharing music.

And somehow, the ride home feels shorter than ever.

That night, after dinner and a long shower, you flop onto your bed and reach for your phone.

No messages.

You stare at the screen for a moment before opening your playlist—the one you listened to with Seungcheol on the train.

You scroll down and tap on one song. The one that was playing when his fingers brushed yours.

You don’t think too much about it—you just send it to him. No caption. Just the link.

A few minutes later, your phone buzzes.

Seungcheol [11:47 PM] good taste also… I liked this part the best [audio snippet attached]

You play it. It’s the chorus.

Your phone buzzes again.

Seungcheol [11:48 PM] reminds me of train rides and someone hogging the right earbud 👀

You smile, cheeks warming.

You [9:49 PM] i offered to switch sides you’re the one with territorial issues

Another reply, instantly.

Seungcheol [9:49 PM] fine, next time I’ll hold the wire hostage

You laugh, phone resting against your chest.

DAY 69

You don’t expect to see Seungcheol on a Sunday.

Today is supposed to be all about the Han River. There’s a lantern festival happening, something your friends have been buzzing about for weeks. If it were up to you, you’d spend the entire Sunday curled up on your couch, binge-watching Friends for the third time this year.

But your friends are determined. They show up at your apartment in full force, barging in with iced coffee and snacks. Apparently, they don’t trust you not to cancel again.

And honestly? Fair enough.

Last year, you claimed you had “urgent office work.” The year before that, you said your grandmother was sick and needed to be taken care of.

(Sorry, Grandma. You’re doing great. I love you.)

So here you are dressed, dragged out, and mentally preparing yourself to be social for the next few hours.

Your group decides to head to the river early to avoid the crowds and grab lanterns before they sell out. After a long walk under the sun, everyone is tired and hungry, so you volunteer to run to the convenience store and grab some ramen.

What you don’t expect is to bump into Seungcheol doing the exact same thing.

And judging by the surprised look on his face, he doesn’t expect to see you either.

He lifts a hand in a small wave, his voice matching it in volume. “Hey.”

You open your mouth to respond, but before you can, Jihyo appears at your side, arms full with four cans of beer.

“Oh, hello,” she says, giving Seungcheol a polite nod before turning to you. “Who’s this?”

“Oh, we go to work to—”

But Seungcheol doesn’t get the chance to finish.

“You go to work with someone?!” Jihyo gasps dramatically. “Wow, didn’t think you had friends outside of us.”

Before you can react, a blond-haired man strolls up to Seungcheol’s side.

“Cheol, there’s no space outside.”

“Then we’ll just sit here—” Seungcheol begins, but Jihyo is faster.

“You guys can join us!”

“Oh, that would be lovely,” the blond man grins. “Sitting with pretty ladies and eating good food? Count me in.”

“Jeonghan—” Seungcheol starts, but again, Jihyo cuts him off.

“This is going to be so fun!”

Just like that, she walks off with Jeonghan, chatting like they’ve known each other for years. You can’t help but envy her a little, for how effortlessly she talks to new people.

That leaves you and Seungcheol standing alone, both a little thrown off but smiling anyway.

You exchange a glance, share a quiet smile, then follow after the two of them, side by side.

By the time you all finish eating, the sun has dipped low in the sky. The festival is about to begin—lanterns being unpacked, children running around with glowing sticks, couples picking spots near the river.

You and Seungcheol haven’t talked much since the ramen store encounter. Not because anything is wrong, but because suddenly, things feel… different.

Awkward in a new way.

Even though you’ve known him for a while now, even though you’ve shared coffee, playlists, and half your mornings—something about seeing him here, outside your usual rhythm, throws you off.

You keep catching each other’s eyes and looking away just as quickly, only to glance back a moment later. Each time your eyes meet, he gives you a small smile. You return it, cheeks warm.

The boys couldn’t buy the lanterns because all sold out early, so you decided to share yours.

The six of you split into groups to light and lift the lanterns—Jihyo and Nayeon pair up, Jeonghan and Joshua team together, and that, of course, leaves you and Seungcheol.

You sit on the grass with the lantern between you, a set of markers in hand.

“Should I draw something meaningful or just… stars?” you ask, uncapping a pen.

“Stars are meaningful,” Seungcheol says, kneeling beside you.

You smile and begin sketching— tiny stars, a moon, a little ramen bowl in the corner for fun. Seungcheol adds a small Kkuma doodle near the bottom. Your hands brush once. Neither of you moves away.

When it’s finally time to lift the lantern, you both stand, holding it gently between you. Around you, dozens of lanterns floating into the sky, glowing orange and soft against the inky blue.

“Ready?” he asks, glancing at you not at the lantern.

You nod. “One, two, three…”

You let go.

And for a second, your gaze follows the lantern.

But his stays on you.

The sky is dark and clear, making every light stand out sharply. Lanterns float up one by one, glowing softly in warm shades of orange and gold. They move slowly, carried by the breeze, flickering light. The river below mirrors them perfectly, like the sky has dipped down to meet the water. It’s calm, almost still, just the soft rustle of grass and the low hum of people watching in silence.

The sky sparkles above you, but you feel the warmth of his eyes more than the lantern lights.

Later that night, back home, your phone buzzed with a message from Jihyo.

It was a photo.

You and Seungcheol standing shoulder to shoulder, watching the lantern rise. The light from the flame illuminated your faces, casting a glow that made the photo look straight out of the Tangled movie.

Then another message follows.

Jihyo [11:59 pm] you & your lover boy 💗

You roll your eyes, already typing a response.

You [typing…] “it’s not like that—”

Before you could even hit send, another message pops up.

Jihyo [12:00 am] “and don’t even try to say no. i’ve seen the way you look at each other.”

You stare at the screen, speechless.

Because, maybe you don’t really want to deny it.

DAY 70

Jihyo’s words stay with you the whole night. You keep reaching for your phone, opening it just to stare at that photo again. You don’t see it, the so-called look Seungcheol is giving you—not the way Jihyo describes it.

Still, it’s enough to keep you tossing and turning, caught between curiosity and denial.

When you wake up, there are faint dark circles under your eyes. You even stare at yourself in the mirror, wondering if it’s actually possible to get dark circles overnight.

You start your day later than usual. Not because you oversleep. No, you’ve been awake for a while—but because you’ve been trying to avoid Seungcheol. You time your routine to reach the station half an hour late, thinking—no, hoping he’s already gone.

You aren’t ready to face him. Not after everything in your head starts sounding like Jihyo’s voice.

But of course, life has other plans.

Seungcheol is still there—standing on the platform, eyes scanning the crowd like a puppy trying to find its owner. And when he finally spots you, his face lights up instantly. He waves too eagerly, too wide and jogs over to meet you.

“Oh! Seungcheol,” you say, caught off guard.

“Hey!” he grins. “I was this close to calling you.”

“Why didn’t you go?” you ask. “Won’t you be late?”

“It’s fine,” he shrugs. “Just a few minutes.”

“Seungcheol. I was thirty minutes late. That’s not just a few minutes.”

He smiles, almost like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“I wanted to go with you.”

And just like that—your heart does that stupid thing again. The thing where it thumps in your chest a little too loudly, like it’s trying to remind you you’re not as unaffected as you pretend to be.

You look away, down at your shoes, anywhere but at him.

Because Jihyo might’ve been wrong about the look. But you aren’t so sure about yours.

When it’s time to get off work, you make some excuse that you have to stay over longer because of some pending work and ask him to not wait for you.

To which he replies with a pout emoji and an ‘okay’ with it.

DAY 74

Over the next few days, you try to avoid him—subtly. At least, you think it’s subtle. But apparently, you aren’t as discreet as you’d hoped. Because on the third day, Seungcheol texts you, asking if you are avoiding him, if anything is wrong, or if he did something wrong.

You stare at the message for a long time, guilt creeping in.

You don’t mean to hurt him. Truly, you don’t. But the space helps. You need those few days to gather your thoughts, to figure out what’s going on inside your own head.

And somewhere in that quiet, you realize something.

You might actually like Seungcheol.

Not just the morning walks or the shared playlists or his little smile when your eyes meet. Him.

And now, all you can do is hope—really hope that Jihyo has been right all along about the way he looks at you.

So you decide not to avoid him anymore. And also maybe try to come clean about your feelings.

DAY 75

You wear your pink skirt and a white off-shoulder top today—the one Jihyo swears makes you look like an angel. You wake up extra early, wanting to take your time getting ready. Something different from your usual pencil skirt and tucked-in blouse. A little blush, soft liner, your favorite lip tint. Nothing too dramatic, but just enough to make you feel… pretty.

Because today, you decide. You are going to confess to Seungcheol.

You are nervous, no doubt about that. But mixed in with the nerves is something else—something bright and fluttery. A little thrill at the thought that this could be the day everything changes.

It feels like either the last day you’ll see Seungcheol as just a friend… or the last time you’ll ever see him.

When you reach the station, he’s already there. He hasn’t noticed you yet, which gives you a quiet moment to take him in.

He looks good. Too good for a regular weekday.

A crisp black shirt tucked into slate grey pants, sleeves rolled up just enough to show his forearms. His hair is slightly messy, like he’s been running his fingers through it while waiting. He has one hand in his pocket and the other holding a coffee, eyes scanning the platform casually.

You walk over and gently tap his shoulder.

He turns, smiling. “Hi—”

Then his eyes widen slightly, his smile freezing for a second before softening into something warmer.

“Woah… you look amazing. Is there any occasion today?” he asks. “Wait, is it your birthday?”

You shake your head, shy. “No. I just… felt like wearing this.”

He tilts his head slightly, still smiling. “Well, you look really pretty.”

You mutter a quiet thank you, cheeks already heating up. Before you can say anything more, the train arrives, pulling into the platform with a gust of wind and that familiar screech of brakes. You both step in together, falling into your usual routine—music, small talk, the shared comfort of standing close.

Later, as you walk out of the station toward your offices, Seungcheol glances over.

“Hey… would you mind coming with me somewhere after work?” he asks.

“Where?” you ask, surprised.

“I need to buy a gift. For someone.”

You blink. Is he buying something for you? But that doesn’t make sense. Why would he take you along to pick your own gift?

Still, you nod. “Sure.”

—

You manage to finish your work quickly and leave the office earlier than usual. Outside, leaning casually against the building wall, is Seungcheol—head tilted down, focused on his phone.

He looks effortlessly handsome. Same shirt from the morning, sleeves pushed up a little higher now, hair ruffled even more from the long day. He glances up as you walk over.

“Hey,” you greet, and he slides his phone into his pocket.

“Hey,” he replies, smiling like he’s been waiting for you.

You fall into step beside him, the two of you making your way to wherever this little errand of his will lead.

The shop is located on the corner of an alleyway. No wonder you’ve never seen it before. Inside, it’s small but cozy, filled with shelves lined with candles, handmade accessories, tiny notebooks, and other gift-y things that feel both thoughtful and random. Seungcheol walks ahead, scanning the displays carefully. You trail behind, heart beating just a little too fast.

He eventually makes his way to the counter and leans in slightly, speaking to the worker.

“Do you know what would be a good gift for a lady?” he asks, voice polite.

The worker looks up. “What age range are we talking about?”

“Around 25?” he replies casually.

You don’t wait to hear the rest.

You quickly turn away and wander to the far end of the shop, pretending to browse a shelf of overpriced bookmarks.

Your stomach drops.

Of course he’s taken. Why wouldn’t he be?

You feel like an idiot. A man this kind, this funny, this good-looking—how could he possibly be single? You scold yourself internally for even letting the idea of confessing take root.

You don’t know what you feel more—embarrassed that you almost made a move, or heartbroken that he’s already someone else’s.

Maybe you should be grateful. At least you haven’t actually said anything. You can still keep the friendship. Things can stay the same.

Right?

Even if all you want right now is to go home, bury yourself in a blanket, and scream into your pillow.

DAY 87

You start avoiding Seungcheol again. This time, it isn’t subtle.

You don’t reply to his texts. When he messages asking, “Are you avoiding me again?”, all you can bring yourself to respond is a simple, “I’m sick.”

Technically not a lie. Just… not the whole truth.

You begin leaving for work fifteen minutes earlier than usual, hoping to slip away before he even reaches the station. On top of that, you start taking the women’s coach—just in case he happens to come early too.

It is ridiculous, you know that. But the thought of seeing him, knowing what you know—or rather, what you think you know is too much. You don’t trust yourself to act normal, and you don’t want him to see through you.

So you do the only thing you can think of. You disappear from his mornings. Even if it breaks your heart to do it.

—

But what you don’t expect is to walk through the door and see him there.

You decide you hate Jihyo.

She texts you earlier saying she and Nayeon are going out for drinks with some people, and asks if you want to come. You have been a mess for days—mopey, overthinking—so you figure, why not? A night out might help. Distraction can’t hurt.

You freeze just a few steps inside the bar, hand flying out to grab Jihyo by the wrist.

“What are they doing here?” you hiss, nodding toward the trio of familiar men at the bar counter—Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Joshua, laughing over drinks like they have no idea they are ruining your life.

“Oh, I invited them,” Jihyo says with a shrug, like she just asked them over for coffee.

Your jaw drops. “How? How did you even get their numbers?”

“I exchanged numbers with Jeonghan the other day,” she says simply, brushing past your panic like it is nothing. And before you can protest, she is already walking over to greet them smiling, waving, completely unbothered.

You don’t have the energy to chase after her.

The rest of the night is a blur of noise and lights and everything-you-wanted-to-avoid crashing into you all at once. Seungcheol tries to talk to you more than once, always gentle, always a little concerned, but you keep brushing him off, pretending you don’t hear, pretending someone has called your name.

You laugh louder than necessary, drink more than you should’ve, and cling to Nayeon’s arm like it is a lifeline.

By the time it’s time to leave, you can barely stand without holding onto something or someone.

And when the drinks start to hit, you get drunk. Properly drunk.

Because maybe if your head is fuzzy enough, you’d stop remembering the way he looks at you in that photo or the way he looks at you right now.

Your head feels heavy, and your voice comes out slower than usual. Jihyo and Nayeon aren’t much better off. They giggle as they sling their arms around each other, tipsy and carefree. The problem is—they live in the same direction. You don’t.

Even in your dazed state, you can vaguely make out Seungcheol speaking to Jihyo.

“I’ll drop her home,” he says, voice calm and firm.

“YOU’RE THE BEST—thank you!” Jihyo shouts, completely unhelpful, before stumbling away with Nayeon, leaving you behind.

You stare at Seungcheol, swaying slightly, hugging your bag tightly to your chest like it is some kind of shield. He walks ahead, opens the passenger door to his car, and turns back to you with a tired sigh.

“Can you please get in?”

You blink at him. He raises an eyebrow. You don’t move.

“I’m not kidnapping you,” he adds dryly. “Just trying to make sure you get home in one piece.”

You hesitate for another beat before finally moving, sliding into the passenger seat with a clumsy thump. He closes the door behind you and circles around to the driver’s side.

“Can you put your address in the GPS?” he asks once he is settled.

You fumble with your phone, hands still trembling a bit. Eventually, you manage to type it in and pass it to him.

The car pulls out onto the main road, and for a while, there is only the hum of the engine and the soft sound of the air conditioning.

Then he rolls the window down a little.

The cool night air hits your face, it helps for a moment. You close your eyes, breathing in deep. The nausea settles just a bit, and your thoughts start to line up again, one by one.

Still a mess, still confused. But slowly sobering up.

You ask him to drop you off a little farther from your house—somewhere down the road, away from your actual address.

But, of course, Seungcheol doesn’t listen.

He stops the car right at the bottom of the slope that leads up to your place, shifts into park, and turns to you.

“Stay here,” he says gently, before getting out of the car.

You blink, confused, until you see him circle around and open your door for you. He holds out his hand.

You hesitate, but your legs aren’t steady enough to argue. You let him help you out, his hand warm around yours. He doesn’t let go even as you both start walking up the quiet slope together.

The silence between you stretches for a few minutes, just the sound of your shoes on the pavement and distant insects chirping in the dark. You aren’t sure if it is the alcohol still in your system or the storm in your chest, but eventually, you break the silence.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” you ask.

He glances at you, eyebrows pulling together slightly. “What do you mean?”

You exhale slowly, avoiding his eyes. “You know it’s not exactly gentlemanly to lead on a lady when you’re already in a relationship.”

He stops walking.

“…What relationship?” he asks, voice cautious.

You keep your eyes forward. “The bag you bought the other day—it was for her, right? Your girlfriend.”

He says your name softly. Then again, firmer. “Look at me.”

You do. Slowly.

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he says. “In fact… there’s someone I like.”

Your heart sinks anyway. Just hearing those words “someone I like” even if it isn’t someone he is with, it still isn’t you.

You look away. “Then go tell her. Why waste all this time on someone who you won’t like back?”

Your voice drops to a mumble at the end, but he still hears it.

He squeezes your hand, just enough to make you look at him again.

“You’re the one I like”, he says.

You don’t know if it is the alcohol or the months of slow-burn tension finally snapping but you lean in.

“No,” he holds you back by your shoulders. “Not like this. Not when you’re drunk. Not when you might not remember.”

Your lips part in protest, but nothing comes out. Your face crumples instead, and without another word, you turn around and start walking ahead.

“Just go,” you mutter. “I’m fine. You don’t have to follow me.”

He doesn’t argue. Doesn’t call out to stop you. But he doesn’t leave either.

He stays parked at the bottom of the slope. Watches you unlock your door. Waits until you step inside. Stays there until the lights in your house turn off.

You don’t know what exactly you’ve done.

But one thing you are sure of. The ghost of tonight is going to haunt you tomorrow.

DAY 90

You were right.

You don’t remember everything that happened last night. Bits and pieces come to you in flashes—your head pounds every time you try to force the memory. You vaguely recall leaving the bar, Seungcheol’s car, walking up the slope...

The more you try to piece it together, the worse your headache gets.

You pop some ibuprofen, hoping it will dull both the physical ache and the mental chaos. It doesn’t do much, but it helps just enough to drag yourself out of bed and into work clothes.

When you finally make it to the station, still feeling like your brain has been put through a blender, you spot him.

Standing exactly where he always does—except now, just the sight of him sends your stomach into a spiral.

You freeze in place.

Few memories flash by. You remember asking about the gift. You remember accusing him of leading you on.

Oh no.

Oh god.

Did you try to kiss him?

Before you can figure out how to vanish into thin air, Seungcheol is already walking toward you. Calm. Collected. Way too composed for someone who might’ve been kissed by a drunk mess.

He reaches into his pocket and holds out a hangover medicine to you.

You blink. Then take it with a quiet, “Thanks.”

“About yesterday…” he starts.

Panic flares.

“Nope,” you blurt. “I mean—OH LOOK! The train’s here, let’s go!”

You practically speed-walk past him and into the nearest compartment like your shoes are on fire.

The entire train ride, you keep a very safe three-foot distance between you and Seungcheol, standing awkwardly near the door like you don’t even know him. You avoid eye contact like it is your job. If someone had drawn a chalk line around you, it would’ve been labeled “emotional damage containment zone.”

You have no idea what to say or what he wants to say. But whatever it is… you aren’t ready.

DAY 94

You had, against all odds, successfully dodged the talk with Seungcheol. And honestly? You were kind of proud of yourself.

Sure, it wasn’t the most mature move, but avoiding awkward emotional conversations? You were practically a professional at this point.

Not that he made it easy.

He still waited at the station for you, even though you started leaving earlier than usual in the hopes of missing him. On the train, you avoided any and all eye contact like your life depended on it. And despite that, when evening rolled around, you’d still find him waiting outside your office building, casually leaned against the wall like he hadn’t been ghosted for a week straight.

You’d just mumble something about needing to finish up emails and hide behind your monitor.

Even your coworkers had caught on.

“Your handsome man is downstairs again,” one of them would say with a teasing grin.

“You shouldn’t keep a man that fine waiting. It’s rude,” another would chime in.

But today… Seungcheol clearly decided enough was enough.

As you walk out together after work, the sun just starts to dip low in the sky. He glances sideways at you and asks casually, “Do you like cafes or parks better?”

You blink. “Huh?”

“The vibe, I mean. Like if you had to pick. Cafes or parks?”

You furrow your brows, confused but grateful he isn’t bringing up that night.

What you didn’t realize, of course, is that he wasn’t just making small talk—he is trying to figure out where you’d feel more comfortable. Where you’d feel safe enough to finally talk.

Which, honestly? Is kind of really sweet.

The park is quiet this time of day—just a few people jogging, some kids chasing each other near the fountain, the sky turning that soft, cotton-candy shade of evening.

You aren’t sure how you got here, really. One second you’re walking with Seungcheol, and the next he is leading you toward a bench under a big tree, acting like this is just another casual detour.

Except… you know it isn’t.

You sit beside him, not too close, not too far. Your hands rest in your lap, picking at your sleeves. You can feel your heart beating in your throat.

Seungcheol doesn’t speak for a while. He just sits there, hands resting loosely on his knees.

“I thought you were mad at me,” he finally says.

You keep your gaze ahead. “I wasn’t.”

“You avoided me like I had the plague.”

You let out a breath—part laugh, part guilt. “I panicked.”

“Why?”

You hesitate. “Because I remembered bits and pieces from that night. I thought maybe I said or did something I shouldn’t have.”

There is a small pause.

“You didn’t,” he says. “Nothing weird happened. Except maybe how fast you ran off afterward.”

You smile despite yourself. “I was embarrassed.”

“Why?”

You glance at him, then look back at your hands. “Because I started overthinking things. You were just being nice, and I made it weird.”

He is quiet again for a moment. “I wasn’t just being nice.”

That makes your heart skip a little, but he doesn’t press it.

Instead, he nudges your foot lightly with his. “Anyway, I just didn’t want it to be awkward.”

You nod. “Yeah… me neither.”

“Cool,” he says, leaning back slightly. “So… we good?”

You look at him, and something about the way he is watching you makes you feel lighter.

“Yeah,” you say. “We’re good.”

The conversation shifts to safer topics after that. You stay on that bench for a while longer, talking about random things—the weird subway ad you both hate, the café with terrible coffee he swears he only likes for the muffins.

And just before you leave, he glances at you and says, casual as ever, “Hey… let’s hang out next week. Like, properly.”

You blink. “Like… outside the train?”

It isn’t like you haven’t seen him outside other times, but this time it might be just you two. You and him.

DAY 99

The days passed quicker than you imagined.

You and Seungcheol still took the train to work together every day, but somewhere along the way, those commutes turned into something more. You started stopping by cafés on the way. Tried out that dinner place that had been all over your feed. Even ended up at an arcade once—half-tipsy from drinks at a pojangmacha tucked into the corner of some quiet street, laughing so hard you nearly cried when he lost to you in a dance battle.

Today, you stood on either side of a fogged-up train door.

Absentmindedly, you doodled a tiny smiley face on the glass with your finger. When you looked up, you caught Seungcheol doing the same—drawing a tiny heart just beside your smiley.

You didn’t say anything. Just smiled to yourself the rest of the way home.

Later that night, as you were drying your hair after a shower, your phone buzzed.

Seungcheol [9:13 PM] hey!! can we meet tomorrow?

You blink. Sit down on your bed and quickly type back:

You [9:13 PM] (indented) sure!! where tho??

It takes him a minute to reply.

Seungcheol [9:14 PM] (indented) there’s this garden café near dongmyo… it’s quiet and pretty at night. 7pm?

You bite your lip, smiling at your screen like an idiot.

You [9:17 PM] sure 😊😙 see you then!

DAY 100

You are nervous as hell. You are sitting on one of the corner seats at the café, fiddling with your hair, smoothing down your skirt, rubbing your hands against your thighs like it will somehow calm your heartbeat.

Now you sit in that café, trying not to look at your phone every five seconds. He isn’t late. You are just early. Painfully, ridiculously early.

You dress up more than usual today—okay, a lot more.

A sheer, light mocha-brown ruched blouse with soft, billowy chiffon sleeves and a deep V neckline. A high-waisted, dark chocolate brown maxi skirt with a gentle drape and ruched detailing at the hip. You even do a winged eyeliner—after three failed attempts. You check the mirror at least ten times before finally forcing yourself out of the house.

Five minutes pass.

Then the bell over the café door chimes, and you instinctively look up.

There he is.

Seungcheol walks in, dressed in a warm chocolate-brown crew neck sweater and cream-colored corduroy pants. His hair bounces slightly as he moves, and somehow, he looks even better than you remember—soft and put-together and annoyingly, heart-flutteringly handsome.

You stand up as he reaches the table, and he gives you a breathless smile, holding out a small bouquet—white lisianthus and garden roses, sprinkled with baby’s breath.

“You’re early,” he says, just a little out of breath, eyes scanning your face and outfit in a way that makes your skin buzz.

You nod, shy, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “So are you.”

He chuckles softly. “Guess we’re both a little eager, huh?”

And just like that, the nervous weight in your chest lightens, bit by bit.

Dinner is perfect.

Seungcheol insists you try everything. Every time you so much as glance at something on the menu, he tells the waiter, “We’ll have that too.” Your table is overflowing with plates by the time the mains arrive, and you lose count of how many times he leans forward to ask if you are full, if you like it, if the dessert is too sweet.

He keeps spacing out mid-sentence, staring at you with this dazed, boyish look before shaking his head and mumbling, “Sorry, what were we talking about again?”

You tease him for being distracted. He claims it is the lighting that makes him space out. You know it isn’t.

And even though he laughs and looks like he has everything together, you notice the way he fidgets with the hem of his sleeve when he thinks you aren’t looking. How he checks his phone screen just to lock it again.

After dinner, the two of you step out onto the quiet street.

The rush has died down. The air has cooled just enough to make you pull your cardigan tighter. Street lamps cast soft glows on the pavement, and the sounds of the city fade to a distant hum—just footsteps, laughter from across the block, and the occasional car passing by.

You walk side by side. Close, but not touching.

Until he stops walking.

You turn to him. “Cheol?”

He looks nervous. Palms in his pockets, shoulders drawn in slightly, eyes fixed on the road like he is rehearsing something in his head.

Then he looks at you.

“I know this is random,” he starts. “Well—not random, but kind of sudden? Or maybe not. I mean, it’s been a hundred days. That’s a lot. But also not enough, I guess, to say something like this—but it also feels like it is.”

You blink. He isn’t making much sense.

Seungcheol takes a breath and scratches the back of his neck.

“What I’m trying to say is…” He looks at you, really looks at you. “I like you. Like—really like you. More than a ‘train friend’ or a ‘text you memes at 11PM’ kind of way. I think I’ve liked you for a while now, and I kept waiting for the right time, and then today just feels like it. Because it’s special, right? A hundred days. And I—”

“Seungcheol.”

He keeps going. “—I mean, I didn’t want to make it weird, and maybe this is weird, and I’m talking too much—”

You step forward and wrap your arms around him.

He freezes. Then melts. His hands hover for a second before resting gently on your back, holding you like he doesn’t quite believe you are real.

You pull back just enough to meet his eyes. “I like you too.”

It is quiet for a moment. His eyes search yours like he is waiting for you to take it back, like he has to double-check that he heard you right.

You smile. “I was kind of hoping you’d say something.”

A quiet relieved laugh slips from him.

Then, softer, “Can I kiss you?”

You nod.

Seungcheol steps in close, one hand resting lightly on your waist, the other hovering just beside your cheek like he is scared to touch you too fast. His gaze flicks from your eyes to your lips and back again, as if he is memorizing you right here, under the soft yellow glow of the streetlamp.

His fingers finally brush your jaw, a soft touch, careful—like you are something delicate. Your heart thuds in your chest, loud enough you’re sure he can hear it.

Then, slowly, finally, he kisses you.

His lips are warm, soft, hesitant at first—testing the waters, afraid to mess it up. You tilt your head and lean in, and that’s all the reassurance he needs. His hand slides to the small of your back, pulling you a little closer, and he kisses you again—this time deeper, more certain.

There is just the feel of his lips on yours, the quiet rhythm of his breath, the faint scent of his cologne—something warm and woodsy that makes your knees go weak.

When he pulls back, just enough to rest his forehead against yours, neither of you say a word. Not yet.

The night is quiet around you, just the hum of distant traffic, the glow of streetlamps, and the soft sound of your breaths mingling in the small space between you.

He finally speaks, voice low, like he doesn’t want to break whatever this is.

“Do you know what today is?”

You smile. “A hundred days.”

He nods. “A hundred days of you. Of seeing you on the train. Of wanting to say more, stay longer.”

You blink up at him, heart full.

“I want more,” he says, thumb brushing your cheek. “Not just another hundred. I want all of them. Every day.”

You lean in, kiss him one more time.

And as you stand there, in the middle of a quiet street with the man who used to be just a stranger on the train. You think the next morning, the train will still come.

And this time, you’ll be boarding it—hand in hand.

BONUS - SEUNGCHEOL’S POV (DAY 1)

The train pulls in, slowing with that familiar screech of metal. Seungcheol leans against the glass panel, one hand in his pocket, headphones in, watching people come and go.

Then she steps on.

He doesn’t recognize her — she’s new, at least to him. She looks around for a moment; the seats, the windows, the slow-moving scenery outside. There’s no rush in her expression, just quiet observation.

She finds a spot across from him, steadying herself on the rail as the train lurches forward. For a while, she just watches the buildings go by, eyes calm, thoughtful.

Then she pulls out her phone, scrolling through something, expression soft and unreadable.

He looks away, pretending to focus on the song playing through his headphones. But it’s hard not to notice her — how she stands a bit straighter than everyone else, how she seems almost peaceful even with the crowd pressing around her.

She doesn’t look at him. Not once. Or so he thinks.

Still, he catches himself checking.

And then the train keeps moving, same as always.

He hopes to see her tomorrow too.

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Huntrix x Saja Boys : NSFW HCs 🔞

~ Miroabby, Zoeystery + Baby, Rujinu

Mira x Abby x Romance

Mira's a switch, in the sense that usually she would dom, but when Abby and Romance start to hit on her she can't help it

She refuses to admit that she likes subbing but it's okay, the people who need to know, know

Abby and Romance are both doms!

Romance likes to tease but he's generally sweet and gentle, always following Mira's wishes and boundaries

BIG dirty talker, he makes her shiver and blush to her ears every time. He turns her into a shy pillow princess

Abby in comparison is rougher, he won't cross her boundaries but he'll push her in ways he knows she'll like, even if she won't admit it

She's less passive with him, throwing insults back and forth, putting up a fight when he doms her, but they both know she'll give in

I also think with such a big muscular guy like Abby it would be a waste to not make him submit once...

Mira gets the idea one day and, after mostly making sure it wouldn't upset him, totally surprises him one day by catching him off guard, going on top and domming him out of the blue

It's like a revelation

With Romance, she won't surprise him, she'll ask and talk about it first and when she brings it up, he'll immediately grin like "WELL SINCE YOU ASKED"

He's so happy to be dommed by her

Zoey x Mystery x Baby

Zoey and Mystery are both switches, but Zoe leans a little more sub because duh canon people pleaser!!

But Zoey is more dom when they participate in Mystery's obvious pet play kink, she loves it too don't get me wrong

She loves buying him collars and leashes, she has some sexy formal ones but some she painted, drew on, bedazzled

He loves them all of course, and loves being collared by her, getting tugged around by her on his leash turns him on so bad

When Mystery doms her, he gets wild with it, leaving bites and turning her sweet self filthy. She's no pillow princess though— she's pulling his hair, leaving scratches on his back

Once in a while, she'll get on top and she'll tease the hell out of him, make him wild for it

Now Baby, he's absolutely a stone cold dom top

He'll tease her, he'll praise her, he'll even degrade her a little in ways that makes her flush to her ears, calling her names and making fun of how desperate she is for him

He likes BDSM stuff too— handcuffs, gags, some collars too perhaps

He'll respect her boundaries and wishes of course, but the vibe overall is that she's his doll, and they love it

Rumi x Jinu

Jinu dom, Rumi sub, no arguments

With Rumi's leadership role in Huntrix, her feelings of pressure in her life, her insecurities, she needs someone to take care of her

Jinu is so gentle with her, treating her after a hard day, worshipping her body, cradling her, pleasing her and taking such good care of her

But sometimes he's a big tease, dirty talking her, saying how sweet she gets with him, whispering into her ear in public

When they're just starting, it makes her flustered, embarrassed and shy, but when they're deep into the act, it only makes her whimper, shiver, open her legs a little wider

They were both virgins when they met, Rumi never let anyone near and Jinu never had the chance. They learned what they liked with each other and still experiment all the time, pushing each other's buttons and finding new ways to make each other snap

#kpop demon hunters #zoeystery #rujinu #miromabby #huntrix #saja boys #rumi kpdh #zoey kpdh #mira kpdh #jinu kpdh #abby kpdh #romance kpdh #mystery kpdh #baby kpdh

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Hello 👋 im new to your blog and saw that one post, i really liked it XD, if not a bother, could i request like a simp reader of dan heng/phainon/aventurine/loucha ? Like the reader is such a big simp with them to the point of forfeiting all their mortal possession even if they're broke

Preferably the reader is married to them, this is also my first time requesting, and feel free to ignore no worries! That's all and wish you great luck and day! 🤩💞✨

when you go broke for them

ft. dan heng, phainon, aventurine, luocha

tags : unresponsible financial decisions, reader goes broke, excessive spending (help)

a/n : this was kind of fun to write considering i went a bit out of control in 2018 to collect bts merch...reader and i can be broke tgt LOL anyways enjoy reading!!

DAN HENG

he’s very concerned at your lack of financial responsibility

is always speechless when you pay for everything and buys anything he briefly glances at, after all he’s not used to being spoiled like this

“you deserve all the love in the world!!” you say as you give him a stack of treats your bought from the xianzhou luofu. he can only stare in shock.

will definitely reprimand you for your crazy spending habits and even pull out some info from the archive for you to read

at the end of the day, he makes sure to reassure you drill into your head that he doesn’t need all this material stuff and he still loves you even if you don’t spend money on him

“you don’t have to do all this for me” “i know, but i want to”

once you actually go broke broke, he decides to step in and put the reigns on your money

tells you he’s gonna handle all the finances from now on and you gladly hand it all over to him (he doesn’t know whether to be relieved or frightened at your compliance)

eventually you tone down the gifts and he even spoils you sometimes, although you still go overboard for special events and anniversaries<3

PHAINON

he’s broke, so to have someone spend money and dote on him makes him feel special and super grateful

you love seeing the blush on his face every time you give him a cute keychain or small trinkets you’ve bought

also, you’re the first ever person to buy him FLOWERS (yes, FLOWERS) and he lowkey tears up omg

anyways, what he doesn’t know is that you’re slowly going broke due to your excessive spending on him, and you don’t tell him either because you know he’s going to be unhappy

he finds out eventually once you’re unable to afford present for him anymore

does reprimand you for spending so much on him while reassuring you that it’s okay to cut down on the gifts, just your love and company is enough for him anyway

you two spend time with each other, finding things to do that express your love without having to spend so much money

once you’re financially stable again, you do give him presents but only once in a while, and he’s learned to do the same for you

AVENTURINE

you two spoil each other; it’s a back and forth in your relationship, and you both love gift giving

you buy him jewelry, matching fits, amazing food and he buys you luxury goods and takes you on vacations

the only difference is that he’s got infinite money and you don’t…

so, you go broke eventually (💔) and now you feel bad because you don’t have anything left to give him

he’s slightly concerned by your spending habits but let’s be fair, his habits are probably worse since he has more money than he knows what to do with

his solution? he tells you to use his black card to buy him gifts 😭

you comply, because it was never about flexing or showing off money, it was always about seeing his face light up after receiving your surprise gifts

of course, you make sure to pay him back properly after your salary starts coming in again

and to avoid such a situation from repeating, he teaches you how to manage your finances (although, you don’t need to worry that much since he has SO MUCH money)

LUOCHA

i feel like he’s definitely the type to use luxury items, like you can feel the designer on him

he’s very subtle about his wealth, but you quickly find out once you date (and then marry) him

you’ve always had this unresistable urge to spoil him, so what better way than to shower him with designer goods?

he doesn’t say it out loud or express it very well but you can tell he’s happy (at first…)

eventually things get overwhelming since you keep giving him new gifts before he even touches the old ones

he does NOT want to know where you get the money to buy him such things

and he definitely becomes concerned because he knows how expensive these items are

when he asks interrogates you about it, you crack and admit that you’ve fully gone broke due to your uncontrollable love for him

he sighs and reprimands you firmly, making sure you understand how to be financially responsible

“if you keep doing this, i won’t accept your gifts and return them instead” “i understand…”

seeing how serious he was, you definitely tone it down from now on, and he buys you designer instead (so it’s a WIN-WIN!!)

general masterlist

#honkai star rail #hsr x reader #hsr #hsr x y/n #hsr x you #aventurine #aventurine x reader #phainon #phainon x reader #luocha #luocha x reader #dan heng x reader #dan heng

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day-azevir · 3 days ago

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Woag it's slab system time!!

Some basic info; we all know Etho (he/him) whose been around the longest, Logo (it/its) who joined during season 3 a bit after Etho did, and Patho (they/them) who joined during season 6 while still trapped in the jungle

People who know about the slab system: Xisuma, Bdubs, Beef, Doc, Impulse

People who have a hunch: Cub, Ren, Gem, Tango, Hypno

People who don't know: Those not listed. Etho. Patho.

Xisuma found out during a code check after Etho was retrieved from the jungle. Bdubs, Beef, and Doc all gradually figured it out over time (mostly encountering Patho), but chose not to bring it up as Etho seems to get uncomfortable about it. Impulse realized somewhere between season 3 and 4 when Etho wouldn’t remember their interactions half the time (he had been meeting with Logo). He was the first to learn about the system, but because he hadn’t known Etho that long, he wasn’t sure if it would be rude to bring it up and was under the impression that the admins already knew.

Similar to Impulse, Hypno often encounters Logo, but hasn't put everything together himself because “Humans are just so goddam weird.” He knows something’s there, just not quite what (or I should say who). Cub found Etho ‘sleepwalking’ (ie Logo taking a midnight stroll) and took it back to base, to which Logo commented on his situation with the skulk in a totally non-threatening manner before giving the front back to Etho. Etho, who had no recollection of how he got into Cubs base, was unable to give any explanation and left. Cub was not able to sleep for several nights after. Gem and Tango both met Patho when they woke up and ‘tried to escape the jungle’ and nearly ran off the server. The two ended up having to fight them for a bit, but eventually Etho started to wake up and Patho was forced to back off. Tango has been around long enough to believe that there might be a system, but doesn't want to assume. Gem took notice of the different fighting techniques between Etho and Patho, so she made a mental note to look into it later.

Etho has no idea. He usually doesn’t remember when the others front, and when he does just shrugs and brushes it off. ‘Well that was weird and out of character… Time to make tnt :)’ Genuinely oblivious. Things are very similar with Patho in that regard. They don’t front often and so things are often fuzzy and memories feel more like dreams and vice versa - they honestly still think they're in the jungle most of the time and nothing is real. Logo, on the other hand, is very aware of the others. It doesn’t talk much and is a big fan of Minding Its Own Business, but does enjoy hanging out with the voidlings.

But while 2/3 don't know about the others, they still have very fun effects on each other;

As always, open for asks about slab system!

#daze post #hermitcraft #ethoslab #hermit ensamble #logoslab #pathoslab #slab system #<- they get a tag!! yay!!

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peasack · 9 hours ago

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When I was scrolling through my Tumblr feed I saw this post by @lucenorthstar and I just had to write headcanons about this.

You guys should totally check out their page since they're just so good at drawing!!!

Thunderbolts x Gn!Platonic!Reader

✦ Thunderbolts Beach Day Headcanons ✦

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✦ Yelena Belova

Queen of beach snacks. She packed like three bags filled with chips, sandwiches, and suspiciously well-made pastries she "definitely didn’t steal."

Brings the most competitive energy to beach volleyball. She will trash-talk you like it’s the Olympics.

Insists on applying sunscreen for you because “you missed a spot” but proceeds to smear it on your face like a toddler with finger paint.

She’s the one dragging you into the water even if you’re fully clothed. “Come on, don’t be boring.”

Secretly makes the best sandcastles but will knock them over if anyone compliments her. “It was ugly anyway.”

✦ Bucky Barnes

Grumpy the entire car ride but secretly loves the beach. He just doesn’t know how to admit he’s having fun.

Always sits under the umbrella, fully clothed, pretending to read while occasionally checking on you like a worried old man.

Refuses to swim unless you ask him directly, then begrudgingly joins but makes sure to stay close to you the entire time.

Packs extra towels, sunscreen, and band-aids because someone has to be prepared.

Loosens up when you bury his metal arm in the sand and tell him it’s treasure. He actually smiles.

✦ John Walker

Mr. Overprepared. Cooler packed, folding chairs, umbrella, frisbee, football, you name it, he brought it.

Will not let you out of his sight. “This beach is huge. I’m not losing you in this crowd.”

Totally starts tossing you into the waves when you’re swimming. He denies it, but he’s definitely having the time of his life.

Gets way too into beach sports. He’s the guy yelling “Let’s run it back!” after winning a game of beach volleyball.

Will carry you on his back if you’re tired, 0.2 seconds after pretending to say “Tough it out.”

✦ Bob Reynolds

He burns. Badly. He slathers on sunscreen every twenty minutes and still manages to look like a lobster.

Brings books and claims he’s “just gonna chill” but ends up getting dragged into everyone’s chaos anyway.

Spends hours collecting cool shells with you and lets you bury his legs in the sand because he doesn’t know how to say no to you.

Bob is the gentle guardian who carries all your stuff without complaint and makes sure you drink water every five minutes.

Has a soft smile the whole day. He’s just happy you asked him to come.

✦ Alexei Shostakov

Absolutely insists on wearing the worst floral dad shirt and flip flops. Thinks he looks fantastic.

Cannonballs into the water and splashes everyone on purpose, laughing like a maniac.

Tries to race you in the water, fails miserably, and accuses you of cheating every time you win.

Brings the loudest, most obnoxious inflatable (like a giant pizza slice) and refuses to share.

Packs way too much food and always forces you to eat more because “you are growing child, must be strong like bear.”

✦ Ava Starr

Sits near the water’s edge, legs in the surf, soaking up the sun quietly while watching over you.

Brings a disposable camera and takes candid photos of everyone, especially when they’re laughing or mid-chaos.

Will protect you from jellyfish like she’s your personal bodyguard. “Get behind me. I’ll zap it if I have to.”

She’s the one who taught you how to skip rocks, and now it’s your little competition every time you’re near the water.

Ava packs the best music playlist and insists on having a mini dance party with you on the beach even if people stare.

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Again, for the drawing full creds to @lucenorthstar!!!

Anyways I hope you enjoyed this, and if you guys want more like it and have any ideas for me to write leave a request! <33

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echodr3ad · 3 days ago

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Need some more Noob x Reader for Forsaken, I love this shy non-binary baddie. (You will see me more)

-Milkdunked Anon

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ Noob General Dating Hcs

Pairings: Noob x GN Reader

Warnings: None

Authors Note: Man I love Noob SO much aswell, specially their party skin they look SOO CUTEEE!! Sorry for taking a bit Milkdunked Anon, I had exams... Scary, but i'm officially on vacations now! So I can now work on requests! (Yipee!!) Since you didn't specify anything, i'll just be doing general hcs, I hope that's okay with you.

✮ Noob is quite an affectionate partner, they love to cuddle you, hold your hand, kiss your cheek and the like.

✮ What they specially like to do is linking their arms with yours. To them, it feels more intimate and special.

✮ They are a bit shy though, so it may take them a little while before they start becoming affectionate.

✮ You two are the power couple, it's a rarity to see one of you without the other.

✮ If that's the case, it's either because one of you went down or wasn't sent to participate in the round.

✮ The other survivors always ask Noob about you when they don't seem you with them, it's the first thing they ask, like "Hey Noob, where's [Name]?"

✮ They also ask you about Noob if you're the one that's left alone.

✮ Noob will clumsily throw themselves into danger to protect you. Either trying to distract the killer or taking hits for you.

✮ They always blame themselves when you go down, even when it wasn't their fault at all (please comfort them, they need it).

✮ Whenever they find an item, such as another Bloxy Cola or a medkit, you're the first person to receive it, no matter what, even if they might need it more than you do.

✮ But they refuse to take them for themselves. The only way you can force them to take a medkit for themselves is if they're on low HP and Elliot has gone down already.

✮ Speaking of Bloxy Cola, they love sharing theirs with you. It brings them so much joy being able to share something they like so much with you.

✮ They will probably ramble to you about how much more bland it tastes here than in normal Robloxia.

✮ Noob also likes to share all of their snacks with you, usually they wouldn't really like sharing, but since it's you they don't mind. They always ask if you want something.

✮ Whenever you two have the time, they like to take you stargazing since it's always nighttime.

✮ They definitly don't know the names of any constelations, but they make new ones up.

✮ They named one after you, and one after them! They always try to look for those two stars every time they stargaze with you.

✮ Believe it or not, Noob is actually quite the chatterbox. They always have a conversation topic.

✮ Your conversation could start off talking about what happened last round and end up being about something entirely different.

✮ They like to make you matching bracelets for the both of you to wear. The goofy smile they have whenever they see you wearing it is quite adorable.

✮ They don't get really mad or if they see you broke it, specially if they see that you're upset over breaking it. They know it probably wasn't your fault.

✮ They'll gladly make you another bracelet that's even better than the other one!

✮ Noob likes to try and slow dance with you, they aren't exactly good at it, but they like doing so anyway because they think it's really romantic.

✮ They also like cooking with you! They think it's super fun, specially if you're baking together.

✮ They also aren't very good with cooking, but if you are, they'll gladly pass you the ingredients you need and give you moral support with their presence.

✮ If you aren't, the both of you do your best not to screw up, even if it usually happens anyway.

✮ You end up needing to call Elliot for help, and he flawlessly fixes the issue in under a second. He truly is in a different league.

✮ Noob is definitly the type to eat the batter when you're baking, so watch over them.

#forsaken x reader #forsaken x y/n #x reader #x gn reader #noob forsaken x reader #headcanons

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hawkinsschoolcounselor · 22 hours ago

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Whenever I see people claim Byler can't be canon because it's the 80s and there weren't that many gay people, it does infuriate me. It's not just because it's a stupid argument, though, or the fact that it was also used to "refute" us when we claimed Will was gay pre-season 4. It's also because it's almost as if the Duffers are poking fun at that sort of comment.

This is the movie that Jonathan tried to get Mike and Will to go see:

youtube

This movie was made in 1986.

For context, the Blue Oyster Bar is a recurring element in the not-exactly-Oscar-worthy Police Academy series. It's a gay bar, famously portrayed for its tango dancing to the song El Bimbo. It's always used as a joke, but the joke is never really on the patrons of the bar (exaggerated stereotypes notwithstanding). They're only ever shown as having a good time in a safe space, and none of them ever get arrested. The joke is always on the villains who stumble into it. It appears in each of the first four Police Academy movies.

In this case, the villain is Proctor, the underling of the antagonist, Commandant Mauser. He's being punished for his underhanded tactics, and its his own discomfort that serves as his punishment. I won't bother explaining why he doesn't have any clothes. It's... it's still a Police Academy movie, after all.

Yes, it's true that you weren't going to see any of the patrons having a romance, but, hey, it was the 80s. The difference with Stranger Things is that it's a show set in the 80s, not a show released in the 80s. Gay people, and, indeed, gay relationships, existed back then. They just couldn't get away with showing them in any serious fashion.

#byler #stranger things 4 #Youtube

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bokettochild · 2 days ago

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Do you have some hcs for Legend? I'd love to hear your thoughts on him :)

So, so many of them!

he's far-sighted! Due to a lot of adventuring and focusing on the far away stuff, he's actually trained his eyes to always be focused on far away things, and so now he struggles to see things clearly close up. he has specticals for it (Impa took him to get some when they were in Labrynna together) but he rarely remembers to wear them, and doesn't like to out on the road to begin with, as he's worried they'll break. he tends to forget he's wearing them when at his house though, so Ravio's really the only one who sees him wear them more than he sees him without them.

he's totally a bit of a history nerd, because I said so. It was more just stories when he was little, but between frequently interacting with ancient artifacts and architecture, as well as time traveling himself, Legend's become somewhat fascinated with history. he likes having all the answers (as most Links do) but for him, that includes knowing where things came from, why they were made, and so on

he's also a horse girl, much like Twilight and Warriors, but doesn't travel with a mount because it's less convenient. While having a mount in a Zelda game DOES make avoiding foes much easier, it also gets frustrating when you have to go find them again after doing however many things (point in case, my BotW horses are scattered to the four winds All The Time). Legend, who frequently is getting up and dropped in random places, doesn't like that this would leave any of his mounts alone in the middle of nowhere and thus doesn't take his own horse many places as a result. Said horse is Puini (OoA manga) and is currently housed either at the castle or with his grandparents (OoS manga). He dotes on her exceedingly, and being around Epona now reminds him of her a lot. Being as she's a literal war horse though (trained for battle with a knight) he has an inkling she would't quite like the mares of the rest of his brothers and leaves her out of the conversation when they bring up mounts

he's the OPPOSITE of someone with claustephobia! I have this fic I'm writing in my head right now where the boys finish their adventure just to get collectively dropped at Lon Lon with no way home, and have to adapt to "normal" life. A chapter of said fic (if I write it) would likely focus on the fact that Legend literally grew up in dungeons, like, his games have the most dungeons of all the Zelda games, as well as some of the biggest focus on dungeons, and as a result, they likely feel more familiar to him than the open world (and oddly safer, since they're predictable and follow Rules that the outside world doesn't have). I like to think that small, narrow, dark places would actually be soothing for him, to the point that, in the theoretical fic, it freaks the rest out when they find out he keeps purposefully climbing into dried up wells for some space when he's homesick. Maybe it's the inner bunny instincts, maybe it's a pre-existing trait that influenced the magic that made him a bunny to begin with, but Legend tends to burrow, and feels safest when he's in smaller, darker places.

He loves puzzles. I think it was Squido who said that we should let the boys enjoy their adventures, no? Let them look back fondly and smile at some things? For Legend, I think the thing he loved most about adventures with the problem solving, and puzzles are the best sorts of problems because you're guaranteed that there IS an answer. So, for someone who grew up doing puzzles most of his life (dungeons), they're a familiar thing for him and a challenge for him to face without actually endangering himself. he likes mind puzzles and logic puzzles mainly, but picture puzzles are fun too for him

Apple snob. He knows all the apple types, probably bred two of his own apple breeds somewhere in his life, and he has opinions on all of them

Nature boy. Not like Wild and Hyrule who like to get lost in it, no, Legend just likes existing in nature. He grew up on Orchard Hill, so gardening and husbandry are something he was raised to before the hero shtick, and he finds a certain sort of peace in gardening/plants. Also, he travels a lot, so he spends a lot of time by himself out of doors. Granted, that's also where a lot of the bad stuff happens to him, but the good outweighs the bad and I think he genuinely would love to go hiking or do nature walk sorts of things if adventure didn't scoop him up every time he left the house

Really big dancer. Mostly because of Din, partially because of Marin, and Cadence definitely had an influence too. Unfortunately, his mental metronome is set to the music pulse of Octavio's magic so he sort of just...can't keep a beat well without a lot of time to adjust. Once he's got it though he's killer

He can play a lot of instruments, but I really like the idea that the violin is his favorite. yes, he's got that precious ocarina from the dream world, and he learned to play one of those first, but like the idea that Uncle Aflon or maybe one of his friends was a violinist, and Legend just got dead set as a kid on that particular instrument. It's also a very diverse and emotional instrument, which grants him a lot of freedom of expression he'd usually not allow himself

He didn't speak his first word until he was four. Uncle Aflon kind of accepted early on that he might be mute, but as it happened, he just didn't feel the need to use words to communicate, since what he wanted was either always evident or could be figured out without him having to speak much. I think he was likely either mostly silent as a child, using mainly sign or other nonverbal communications, but if you want to make it angsty, I also like to say that it could be because his throat got messed up by an illness he had when he was very small so talking was painful for him. I HC that that changed after he traveled to Labrynna, because the memaid's curse didn't just give him a tail, but also effected/altered his voice, making speech easier for him but also making it to where he can actually cham people with his voice if he's not careful (which perhaps contributed to him becoming a harsher spoken person because then the charm is less likely to slip through on accident if he's being a jerk)

Continuing the speech HCs, I think Legend's tendency towards speech is impacted heavily by wo he's around. if it's anyone he met prior to Labrynna, or in Labrynna, he defaults to mostly sign, whereas if he met them after, he tends to usually use spoken words

Legend' far more expressive and open with sign language, as tone is very important and easier to navigate for him. In essence, it is his first language and the one he's most comfortable with

That said, with people he's truly comfortable with, legend's just straight up non-verbal. he doesn't feel the need to speak and usually just uses facial expressions and exaggerated motions to express himself. Being able to shut down the speech center of his brain for a bit is a huge relief and since those he knows well know how to read him just fine like that, it doesn't make much of a difference either way

As y'all know, I champion the Fable and Legend are siblings HC, though I know it's neither cannon, nor likely to be cannon in LU (pretty sure JoJo confirmed it's not true). Still, I really really like the twins thing!

On the note of being twins! You know how sometimes, with twins, one comes out stronger than the other? Yeah, that was Fable. Legend's actually the smaller/weaker twin, though not by much. he was a very sickly baby though. Oddly enough though, despite being physically weaker than his sister, he actually got the stronger of the magic between the two of them! It might even be possible that the strength of his magic might have been the reason his body is weaker; because housing that much power can put a significant strain on a body. Either way, Fable and he joke about it frequently, saying that as he's got stronger Holy magic, he should have been the princess, and since she's physically stronger, she should be the one with the sword. He doesn't mean it though, and is only playing along. Fable kinda sorta really does mean it though)

It's less focused on by the fandom as a whole, but in case you didn't know: Legend is more than just a polyglot! In his games alone, we see that he can hear and understand not only most trees (not just guardian trees like the Deku and Maku trees, but the normal ones around Kakariko too), but also animals, spirits, and literally forces of nature! Heck, the literal SEASONS coo about how adorable he is when you meet them in OoS! That said, I think he learned pretty early on that this isn't normal. Uncle started getting really worried when he saw and heard Legend speaking to what seemed to be thin air on multiple occasions, so he learned to just not answer unless there aren't other humans/hylians around

Continuing the previous one, this does mean that Legend has to frequently resist asking for directions from various passing by birds and animals, and instead just bites his tongue and lets Twilight go off scouting because explaining that he can hear voices no one else can hear is just....ot the best of ideas

Despite the rest of the heroes' being under the impression that Legend was an only child, he actually has Middle Child energy. this is because he grew up with Fable, Ralph, the Oracles, and Ghanti bossing him around/messing with him, but he also helps look after his neighbor Gully, who I fully believe he loves the same way that Wind loves Aryll.

While I have Gully on the mind, I think Smith and his wife have mentally adopted Legend and all but see him as their eldest, since Bertha (Smith's wife), also had a hand in helping Aflon, newly appointed caretaker to an infant he knows nothing about minding, with learning about babies. Legend however, dense as he is, still fully believes they just put up with him for their actual son's sake, since Gully clearly adores him so much

This shows up a lot in my fics, but I like the idea that Legend loves the stars. Like, tehy're the same, always there, no matter where you go. he's traveled a lot and been tossed into random locations where everything is different, yet whenever he looks up, there the stars are, the same as always, just from a different angle. I think Uncle Aflon taught him the various constellations when he was small, and maybe when Legend was lonely in his adventures he started talking to them like they could hear them (and heck, if the seasons can hold a conversation, then why couldn't the stars?). Also, you know the thing about how if you're deep enough underground and you look up through a hole you can see the sky? Yeah, he's more used to night skies and stars than sunlight

Despite being a traveler, he's actually got a palish complexion for his skin tone, since he spends most of his time underground. He's also a bit sensitive to sunlight all around and gets a headache fairly quickly when he's out in it. He hates noon time and would rather be sleeping than awake when the suns at its zenith

I've seen this one around a bit, but I really love the idea that legend enjoys wearing his uncle's old clothes around the house when he's between adventures. he probably keeps Uncle's pipe tobacco and other things stored with the clothes so they still smell like him even after all these years

He's entirely unaware of the fact that being on regular speaking terms with the Golden Goddesses, the Fates, the Seasons, the freaking Triforce, and most royalty is uncommon for a hero. He's aware most people don't do it, but it's sort of jarring for him when he realizes that the other heroes' dealings are limited to mostly mortals, and lowly ones at that, and that when they do speak of the goddesses, it's usually with some sort of reverence. Meanwhile Legend will and has insulted Din to her face for picking on him about his height, gossips with Farore whenever they run into each other, and the only one he kinda treats with reservation/respect is Nayru because they sort of faught each other that one time and while it wasn't her faught, it still makes things a bit awkward at times

He tends to chew on things when he's restless/agitated. He's not even aware he's doing it half the time, and has chewed his sleeves, hair, and various tools at different times. The Chain have designated bowls (Sky got bored) and his has very clear signs of gnawing around the edges. Same with any wooden spoons he's given (although, being as Uncle raised him with manners, Legend does carry his own silverware at all times, and thus rarely needs to borrow from others (it's a medieval manners thing))

Unlike the stereotype of men when they're sick, Legend actually gets really quiet when he's sick. Hyrule's the same way and it's mostly to draw the least attention to themselves when they're not in fighting condition. Usually though, he tends to take the 'sleep through it' approach, which is really a very poor choice, but as far as he's concerned, it's worked until now so he's not changing it

I think Legend's a very physical person, someone who likes to be able to touch and feel various things, and generally enjoys the idea of physical affection, but in reality balks at it because it usually catches him off guard. That said, he do be touching all the stuff and animals.

Gets weird about dodongos. he knows that the majority of them are threats, but there's always a part of him that wonders if some of them are like Dimitri, and it can be tricky for him to fight them at times

The early Zelda games are sort of wack honestly, but the fact that he's technically a telepath gets brushed aside way too much, y'know? Like, Legend regularly has conversations with Zelda and Sahasralah from miles away, IN HIS HEAD, and only uses certain stones to strengthen that connection, not forge it to begin with! Now, he might just be receptive to telepathy, maybe it's a twin thing (I have a WIP about that) but I think it'd be really funny if he's just sitting on that little skill and never brings it up because linking up (lol) thoughts with someone can be very overwhelming when your brain is already moving a thousand miles a minute, and trying to process thoughts and feelings that aren't his own gives him a migraine. So he just.... doesn't. Unless Zelda reaches out first or he needs to tell her something important.

He's terrible about self care and remembering his own needs, but will, can, and does scold others for doing the same. He doesn't even care that he's a huge hypocrite, not much anyway

Magpie. Boy loves his shiny things. Like, he doesn't technically need everything he has, and he knows most of it will never be used, but if it's pretty he keeps it anyway

I feel like Legend'a also got a bit of food insecurity. When he was a kid, freshly thrust into his first adventure and with the kingdom turned against him, he didn't actually know how to find his own food and ended up going hungry a LOT during that first adventure (which might have stunted his growth a bit). Since then, he's made a point to not only educate himself on what's safe to eat and what's not, but he also taught himself how to preserve and prepare long lasting foods, which he keeps a huge stockpile of. He also doesn't trust any food he hasn't watched be prepared unless it's made by someone he trusts, and even then sometimes his anxiety/paranoia gets the better of him. There were a few neighbors who tried slipping something in the meals they gave him under the pretense of taking pity, when in reality they planned to turn him over to the knights, so he's always cautious now

He's actually less wary and guarded outside of Hyrule than he is inside of it. Lorule is an exception because it's a version of Hyrule, but any other country is used to a very different version of him because Legend isn't always suspecting foul play in other kingdoms who have nothing to gain from his death.

He cannot handle blood well. Yeah, he's a hero, yeah, he fights a lot, and yes, he's frequently injured in battle or dungeons, but watching his Uncle bleed to death left him with a kind of hemophobia and he tends to have mini panic attacks/breakdowns when exposed to large amounts of blood. He hates it, but can't control it, and hasn't found a way to overcome it at all

After spending a long time at sea after Koholint, trying to find his way home, Legend actually really dislikes the taste of fish. He had to rely on his mer form a lot getting home, and fish has been ruined forever because it was his only choice for food, and eating it raw (mer) did make him sick a few times (he's still hylian at his core) so now he tends to get queasy when eating fish, just on reflex

He's a dead ringer for his late mother, to the point where people who knew her sometimes double take

I know Warriors is supposed to be the pretty one, but considering Legend's canonically had forces of nature comment on how pretty he is (I think it was Summer specifically, but it could have been one of the other Seasons), I think he's got a type of beauty that, at the least, appeals to the supernatural/magical beings. He's unaware of this though, although he'll always say Fable is one of the most beautiful people in the world, all while unawares of the fact that they're nearly identical looks-ways

He likes to doodle. Drawing more so, but e enjoys both depending on what mood he's in

Logically and artistically minded. Numbers bother him though (something Ravio, who is the reverse, definitely abuses)

He's one of those people who genuinely will be happy if you get him a candle. He's got everything anyone could need, but something that smells nice, offers minimal light, and he;s always running out of? Oh he loves them. He's very picky about what scents he'll accent though because his nose is very sensitive

He cracks his knuckles and rolls his shoulders a lot when he's bored/tense/stressed- basically all the time LOL

he uses sewing/stitchwork as a way to try and relax himself after a long day. it works half the time. the other half his thread gets tangled and he gets very worked up LOL

Secretly admired Sky's skills in embroidery, but doesn't have the patience to practice anything complicated

he loves to teach people things, but constantly assumes people won't listen, so he tends to break things down to bare basics rather than going into the nitty gritty like he enjoys.

Such a big sweet tooth

Genuinely hates the feeling of fur. Twilight's pelt bothers him, not just because the guy who turns into a wolf is literally wearing a wolf's skin, but also because the feeling of fur, treated or no, displeases him most of the time. He only likes fur when it's on something alive and moving, and even then, he's picky about it

Has a extreme fear of dogs. It's both from being chased by the soldiers' dogs, but also various dog-like things in the Dark World. Wolfie used to make him very uncomfortable before he realized it was Twilight

Fall boy. The other seasons would be offended if they knew he had a favorite, but I think his little apple farming, leaf crunching, bright color enjoying self would just adore the fall.

he LOVES the rain. His arthritis acts up something awful when it rains, but when it's not too bad he enjoys being out in the rain. That said, he HATES thunderstorms, less because of being struck by lightning (LA) and more because of the storm the night that his Uncle died

He's actually not fond of heights. He doesn't panic, but he's used to being very low, or even below the ground, so being very high above it unsettles him.

He tends to sleep curled up, he's not sure why, he just does

He's got VERY sensitive ears, both to touch and sound

Buck teeth <3

Also, freckles. He doesn't spend much time in the sun, but he does tend to freckle when he has. It also brings out some natural highlights in his hair, but he's not aware of that because it's not happened since he was small

Tends to sound like he's talking down to everyone, but in reality he's just never sure what all most people know about any given subject

Has such a soft spot for kids

He's a god-father to Bippin and Blossom's kid, and he adores that little munchkin, bordering on spoiling them.

Imma end it there because it's late and I need to be up early, but I hope this satisfied your curiosity a bit!

Thanks for the ask! I appreciate the chance to talk about all these ideas!

#asks and answers #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #ketto's brainfarts

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darkbluekies · 2 days ago

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Edit: ill tell you tomorrow so that I dont ruin it for someone that wants to guess

bold will be the yandere.

YANDERE 1:

"You're late."

"I apologize. I did not mean to stay so late. I didn't want to, but it's impolite to leave in the middle of it. My head started pounding by the third speaker. I mean, honestly, why do we need meetings? Everyone is doing their own thing anyways. But I'm sorry I kept you waiting. I did, however, stopped by the store on the way home and I got you some ice cream and lemonade."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I thought we could put on some movie or something and bundle up on the couch. Just let me go take a shower first, I feel like if I touch something I'll dirty it down ... so don't touch me yet. I'll be back soon. Wait for me."

"What kind of ice cream did you buy? And what lemonade?"

"Eager, are we? I got you vanilla ice cream and normal lemon lemonade. That's why it's called lemon-ade. Because it's lemon and it's ade."

"I knew that, but there are pink lemonade and such that aren't just lemon."

"They're not as good."

"Why couldn't you have bought something more fun than vanilla?"

"What's wrong with vanilla? You're awfully sulky tonight. Are you feeling alright? Did you miss me so badly that you're coming up with arguments to keep me from going to the shower? Sorry, darling, but I don't entertain that."

YANDERE 2

"You're late."

"I'm sorry! I promise I did try to hurry, but they never stop talking! You haven't met them, but they're like pattering-machines. Always talking about this and that. My cheeks hurts from all the smiling ... it wasn't a good kind of smiling. Not like when I'm with you."

"But did you enjoy yourself?"

"I did! Kind of. They're nice but ... I was thinking about you all the time. Maybe that's why I was smiling. In that case, it was the good kind of smiling. Oh, and I actually got something for you too! I thought that it would be a waste to get you coffee because it'd either get cold or the ice would melt, so I got you this! It's a very good pastry."

"I can already tell what flavor it is."

"Am I that predictable?"

"You are, but it's nothing wrong with that."

"Oh ... okay! If you say so. Anyways, try it now! I want to see what you think! Oh, and maybe we can watch a movie or something?"

"You fall asleep before the first character is introduced every time and then I have to explain the entire plot to you when you wake up."

"So? I'd rather have you tell me the film than watch it. You're such a good storyteller, I love to hear you speak! Much more than the so-called friends I was with today. I'll just take a shower, change into my pyjamas and be right with you, okay? I want to hug you as soon as I come back."

#yandere ocs #guess who

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fittingoutjane · 1 day ago

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Hey, younger sibs. Middle-aged resident of the ace spectrum here.

First, when I was growing up I'd never heard of asexuality. Heck, I didn't even hear the term bisexual until college, when I adopted it as my identity.

This lack of language and self-recognition led to having some sex that I really did not like. In addition to a general lack of interest, it hurt. It hurt every damned time, and I still don't know why.

One partner was emotionally abusive and demanded regular intercourse as his right. Nope, he didn't want other kinds of sex, sticking in his pecker was the only acceptable option. THIS IS NOT OK. If someone does this to you, walk away, don't put up with it for years like I did, just because they're fun to hang out with.

I always wanted children and partnership, though. I eventually married, got my children the old fashioned way. I haven't had sex since the youngest was conceived. I don't miss it, my partner has never asked, and it works for us.

If you don't like it, you don't have to do it.

uhhh okay it's time for angry takes but i hate how society treats vaginal variations that make intercourse difficult or impossible. like the whole talks are always about how to stretch vagina to make intercourse possible/easier and uhh

i know for some people it may be important, even crucial

but like

there is no single word how it's okay to just not have intercourse. how it's possible to do nothing with vagina. (implying that there is some kind of opening that allows menstrual discharge leave the uterus. because if menstrual discharge can't leave the body, it can cause inflammation, endometriosis, pain, and other problems. but there also is the problem that the only suggested solution is "create/stretch the opening" and never "would you like to have menstruations?").

i'm angry. every resourse mentions dilation and pelvic exercises, and most of them never mention that it's ok to just leave it be if you're not interested in intercourse.

maybe i understate the value of intercourse for average person because i'm asexual and was never interested in it and generally don't like when someone interacts with my genitals but like. really? not even mention? not even slightly?

and even in progressive spaces, in feminist resources that are all for non-conformant sexual practices and queerness, the most we can get is one paragraph from a long material that basically says "but you can don't do it if you don't like intercourse!" and i'm glad that they put it there and acknowledge this possibility, but i want more? i want more visibility. i want more talks about how it's ok to have vagina and not use it. how people don't owe their genitals to each other. how there are sexual practices that don't include intercourse. how it's okay to not have sex at all. how it's okay to have sex and not use genitals in it. how lack of intercourse ≠ failed sexual life.

idk maybe it sounds too picky but it feels like the world is extremely entitled to vaginas and can't comprehend that vaginas can exist not for fucking purposes.

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neveragent · 2 days ago

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Suddenly married?

Summary: You only wanted to go out with your friends but ended up in the arms of someone.

Warning: sex and mention of rape

A/N: Don't use them as an example for relationships. You shouldn't marry this soon after meeting each other!

I was out with my friends. The evening was still young and we decided to go to a bar at the beach.

The hard deck

It seemed quite nice. Usually, I wasn't a person who was going out.

"So, how was your week?" My best friend Linda asked. "Just the usual stuff. Some emergencies... but also some people where you wonder why you think that they think that they needed to come to the ER," I summed it up. I was a doctor in the ER. It had always been my dream to help people and the ER was the only place where I felt usefull.

Amber put a shot in front of me. I looked up at her. "You know that I don't do that." "Oh, c'mon, it's weekend. Let yourself have some fun," she whined. I sighed. "Okay." She laughed and jumped around, clapping in her hands in joy.

"Okay, truth or dare?" Amber asked me, already a bit tipsy. I looked over at Linda, who was staring at her glass blankly. She always became like that when she was drunk. "Okay, dare," I answered, feeling the alcohol messing with my mind.

"Okay, you see those guys over there?" She mumbled and pointed at the pool table. There was a group of colleagues, maybe friends. According to their uniforms, they were working for the Navy. "I am drunk, not blind." "Okay, go over to them and flirt with one of them." I sighed. "Are you kidding me?" "Nope." "Okay, see you later."

I walked over, having to concentrate on not tripping. After some seconds, I reached the one with a nice smile. "Hey." He turned around with a fabulous smile. "Hey, darling." "You're having a cute smile." Yes, I was definitely drunk. "Thanks. I like yours too," he laughed.

"Who is that?" I heard a female voice behind the gorgeous man. "A beautiful woman," he answered while looking into my eyes. "I am not talking about her." He sighed and turned back to the woman and followed her gaze after that. I did the same.

A young man was sitting on a bar stool with some distance. He was wiping away the crumbs from his lap. Suddenly, he looked up. "When did you get in?" My handsome counterpart asked. "Oh, I've been here the whole time." "Man's a stealth pilot." I giggled at that comment. "Literally," another man answered. "Weapon System Officer, actually." He grinned. He was cute. And quite innocent. "With no sense of humor." The man gave his poolstick to the woman. "How about a drink?" He asked, turning around to me.

I looked back at him. "Nah, thanks." Suddenly, I was very interested in the Weapon System Officer. "Are you for real now?" I nodded and he answered with an annoyed sigh.

"What do they call you?" The woman asked as soon as the man was gone. "Bob," the cute man answered with a shy smile. "No, your call sign," a man behind the woman said. Bob looked down, hesitating. "Bob." "Bob Floyd? From Lemoore?" The young man nodded. "Lemoore, TopGun? You seem to be a good aviator," I grinned. If I hadn't been drunk, I would have never said that. I wouldn't even have interacted with them. Not because they were from the Navy (I do respect them a lot) but because I would've been too scared. I have always been an introvert.

Bob looked down in embarrassment. "Thanks." I went to him and stopped in front of him. "You're god damn cute," I whispered, touching his hair. His big innocent eyes looked right into mine. "Sorry, I am drunk." For the first time, I heard him giggle. "You're cute too." That made me smile.

I shot a glance behind him, where my friends were still standing. They laughed and seemed very entertained.

"When I am drunk, I tend to make stupid decisions sometimes..." "That's why I rarely drink." "Me neither. But my friends made me." "Doesn't sound like they're great." I huffed. "Without them I wouldn't be standing here right now." "Wanna get out of here?" I looked back into his eyes. "Yours or mine?" His eyes went wide in shock. "Oh, I... I didn't mean it like that." "Then how did you mean it?" "Maybe a walk on the beach? To sober you up again." "Gosh, you're such a sweet guy." "Just doin' what my mum taught me." "How am I supposed to know that you won't rape me?" "You can't. But I swear I won't. I would never hurt a woman." I sighed. "Okay, I'm gonna trust you on this." I grabbed his hand and dragged him outside to the beach.

"So, Bob, tell me about yourself," I said, enjoying the cold sand and water under my feet. "There isn't much to tell. My name is Bob and I fly for the Navy," he answered, shrugging his shoulders. His gaze was fixed on the ground. "There has to be more." "No, really." "Where do you come from?" "Texas. I grew up on a ranch." "A ranch? And you say there is nothing to tell about you? Tell me about your childhood on the ranch." "Okay, ehm... so, I learned riding when I was a little boy. My parents have cows..." He looked at the ocean.

"I loved those sunny afternoons where I was at the river. It was all warm, and you could smell nature. It was the best feeling in the world. I was lying in the sun for hours. My mum was always yelling at me when I came home with sunburned skin. But I was too naïve to think about it. Nowadays she always sends me sun creme for birthdays or other occasions. And I do use it. Before every flight." "That's sweet." He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't wanna have her sit next to me in the hospital one day and get another lecture." "Very smart of you." I smiled. "Now tell me about yourself." I sat down in the cold sand, thinking about what would be okay to tell him. "Before I start, you should know that I am quickly oversharing stories about myself. Tell me when to stop." He nodded. "Okay, so... I grew up in New York. My parents own a restaurant, actually. They always wanted me to take it over one day but that wasn't my world. So, I left to study medicine. Now, I am working at the ER. I have lived here for two years." "ER? Sounds like a stressful job." "It is. But I am saving lives. That feels great." "I believe that." "But sometimes..." I stopped. It was weird to speak that openly. "Sometimes what?" "Sometimes I struggle with everything. Everything feels very monotonously at the moment." "Monotonously? In the ER?" "No, not there but every other thing in my life." "I understand that. The only thing I do besides my job is going to this bar. Every Friday." I sighed and leaned my head against his shoulder.

"I have an idea." "What?" "Let's marry." "You are still drunk." "No, I am not." Of course, there was still alcohol in my blood but thanks to the wind I could think straight. "We barely know each other." "That's the whole point." Bob looked out to the sea. "I am a Navy officer. I have to travel a lot. So, either we would see each other rarely or you would also have to leave." "That's a problem for later." "And also-" He stopped when I was sitting down on his lap. "Why not doing something crazy for once in your life?" Bob was silent. For some long seconds. Then he leaned forward and smashed his lips onto mine. His were moving sloppy but with emotions. He wrapped his arms around my body and pressed us together. He tasted like mint, peanuts, and something else I couldn't identify. One of his hands wandered under my dress on my hip bone. "Okay, let's do it," he whispered. I grinned, jumped up from his lap and started dancing around. Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind and before I could realise anything else, we both were in the water. His shy personality was gone and he kissed me again. "Your uniform," I whispered. "Who cares. That's a problem for tomorrow." I laughed and pressed my lips on his once again. It was like a passionate dance. He touched my lips with his tongue and when I opened them, his was touching mine. I've never felt so good before. "So, we'll marry tomorrow?" I put some distance between our faces. "Why tomorrow and not today?" "Is the courthouse still open?" He looked at his watch. "15 minutes. We can make it if we're fast. My car is in front of the bar."

We were running to the bar, which wasn't really easy with the sand. But we made it. We rushed through it and I didn't even tell my friends where I was going. I heard the man who I was flirting with earlier saying some teasing words about Bob but didn't pay attention to it.

While Bob was driving, his pinky was connected with mine. "Do you think they'll marry us this late?" "I will find a way to convince them, trust me," he grinned. And somehow, I knew that it was the truth.

As soon as we arrived, we couldn't make it fast enough inside. The lady at the reception seemed a bit annoyed. I probably would've done as well, if I was there and two people who were soaking wet came in three minutes before closing time. "How can I help you?" "We want to get married," Bob answered. "Come back tomorrow. The person in charge did already leave." Bob reached into his pocket and pulled his Common Access Card out of it. "I am leaving for a mission and it's very likely that I won't come back. Please, let me marry her," he begged. I knew he acted but something in his eyes was also showing honesty. The receptionist grabbed the phone and called someone. After she hung up, she turned back to us again. "The Judge will be here in 10 minutes. Please, take a seat."

I was sitting on Bob's lap. "Is it true?" I whispered. "I won't leave tomorrow. But in some weeks. We don't know any details yet but I met the team. It's only the best of the best. Seems like a serious thing." "You have to come back. I don't wanna be a widow." "Tell that Phoenix. She is flying the jet. Not me." I kissed his cheek.

"You may kiss your bride." Bob leaned down to me and his lips touched mine. I giggled into the kiss and I felt Bob grinning. We signed some paperwork and went out of the courthouse.

"Where should we go? Your place or mine?" Bob whispered into the silent evening air. "Mine. We should have one night when we don't have to worry about the Navy and your mission."

He was sitting on my bed when I went out of the bathroom. "I like your place. It's cozy." "Thank you." I tiptoed towards my bed. He was leaning against the headboard, and I sat down at the end of the mattress. We were staring at each other for some minutes. No one of us knew what to do or say. Suddenly, my phone rang. "Sorry," I whispered and reached out for the mobile on my nightstand. "Hello?" "Honey, where are you?" I recognized the voice as Amber's. "Home?" She gasped. "With the Navy guy?" "With Bob, yes," I smiled. "However, I have to hang up." "Wait? Are you okay? Are you in danger? The two of you disappeared quite fast." "I am fine," I answered and hung up. "That took long for your friends to ask where you are." I shrugged my shoulders and looked back to Bob. My body was working on autopilot when I crawled on his lap. His hands were grabbing my hip. "Mrs Floyd..." I stopped in my movements when I heard my new last name. "I like that." "Me too," he whispered and kissed my lips. "What will we tell our children without setting a bad example?" "I'll tell them that I saw their mum and fell in love. So madly that we married shortly after." "You fell in love?" Was that true or just storytelling? "How could you not love a doctor who sacrifices so much to save other people? A woman who loves adventures? Who has crazy ideas?" "Nobody has ever said such nice things to me." "I can't believe that." "But it's the truth," I mumbled with tears in my eyes. "Then you should make new friends. I think Phoenix is nice. I don't really know her but I think the two of you would be great friends." "Gosh, you're so cute," I whispered and smashed my lips on his. His arms wrapped around my lower back and I reached with my hands for his glasses. I felt that he was hesitating, but I continued. I put the glasses off his nose and placed them next to my phone. "And there I was thinking you couldn't get any cuter." "T-Thanks." I started to open the buttons of his shirt. After he pulled off the white t-shirt, I was staring at his abs. "Wow. Just wow." "You don't become a naval aviator by just reading some books." "I never thought about that. Those glasses with your face just made you look... more cuddly." "Did you just call me fat?" He acted hurt. "No. There's a difference between cuddly and fat." "Are you disappointed?" I refused to answer. "Oh my god, you are!" "No. It's just... normally, I am not into trained guys. Are you one of those with their protein shakes and overly healthy food?" "I could die on any mission. Why would I waste my time with living annoyingly healthy when pizza does exist?" I smiled. "Great, then I don't have a problem with you having muscles." "That's good."

His hand wandered under my dess. I felt his soft skin running over my thigh before he pulled the fabric over my head very softly. I was thankful that I chose my lace bra instead of my everyday one. Maybe all of this was destiny. I felt his penis pressing against the fabric of his pants right between my thighs. After him also losing his beige pants, I kissed him again. His fingers were playing with my bra on my back. "You can take it off." "You sure?" I nodded and worked my way down to his neck with my lips. Finally, he snapped it open, and I threw it next to my bed, where all the other stuff was lying already. I earned a small moan from his lips. "Are you sure you wanna do this." I nodded. "And you?" "I've never been this sure of anything else ever before." He lay me down on the bed and sat down in front of my legs. After he took both of our underwear off, he took a moment when he just looked at me. It didn't feel uncomfortable. He wasn't looking at me like I was a meal he was going to devours, but like I was a piece of art. "You are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen." I was blushing. No one ever made me blush before. But Bob did it. I had a few partners before and all of them treated me like an object or a woman without needs. But Bob? He wasn't going for my boobs first. Or my vagina. He was leaning down to my lips again. Like they were saving him from drowning. "Tell me if I do something you don't enjoy, okay?" "I will," I whispered. His penis was touching my vagina, which made me gasp in surprise. It made him giggle. "You sure?" I nodded and then he slipped into me. I moaned and grabbed his back. He slipped all his way in, very slowly, so he wouldn't hurt me. I don't know how Bob did it or what kind of a god he was, but he reached my g point with his first thrust. "God, Bob, this feels so good," I moaned and digged my nails into his flesh. "Yes, it does," he squeezed out the words. He pulled out for a few centimeters before he glided back into me. His lips were pressed to the corner of my mouth when I let out another moan. My whole body was tickling. It might sound stupid since we just started, but I wasn't sure how much longer I could do this. I wasn't like Linda, who opened her legs to any male human who started a conversation with her. A lot of needs were inside of me, which made it even harder to resist the orgasm. "God, I'm close," I whispered after Bob's third thrust. "Me too," he whined. I felt his thick member gliding inside of me once more. This time, it was more sloppy and less careful. But I still liked it. I felt his vein pumping the blood through his body when he reached my g spot once again. My legs were wrapping around his torso to get him deeper. The next thrust made me scream in joy. His precum was filling me. His neck was getting sweaty, and I could smell some of his testosterone. "Oh my god, you feel so good," he whined before coming. His hot liquid was filling me up, which made me moan. His face was pressed into my neck. His right hand was grabbing one of mine from his back and pressed it on his chest. "I love you," he breathed in my ear. That did something to my brain and only seconds later, that electric feeling filled me. My hand from his back wandered to his neck and hugged him tightly. He let me ride out my orgasm and only slowed down when I was a whining mess under him. "That felt so good," he whispered. I wasn't able to say anything and just nodded. "Your cheeks are all puffy," he laughed. "And you are having tears in your eyes."

He rolled his body off of mine. I was about to play with his hair but stopped when I noticed something red on my nails. "Bob, did I hurt you?" I asked, alarmed. "No, you didn't, honey." "Bobby, turn around." He sighed and turned on his belly. Yes, I did hurt him. There were bloody prints of my nails on his back. "Oh my god, I will get something to clean it." "No, you don't have-" I was already in the bathroom.

He hissed when I put some sanitizer on it. "I am very sorry." "Don't be. And now come back to bed." "Should I get us some water first?" I asked. "No, don't worry. I just wanna cuddle." I laughed and lay down next to him. "You know? I am very excited what our future might bring us." "Me too, Bobby, me too."

#bob floyd x reader #bob floyd #topgun #top gun maverick #tumblr polls #random polls #lewis pullman

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