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faegutz · 1 year

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Hmmmm cuz I have a headache rn, what about the 141( + Konig and Los vaqueros) helping a gn reader with a migrane?

migraines and how they help ☆ pairing: 141 + los vaqueros + konig × gn! reader

authors note: i barely have migraines but when i do it hurts so much. Im gonna be honest and say im not too proud of these and i had no idea what to write sometimes- But hope you feel better soon anon and i hope you enjoy! :)

tags: migraine, hurt comfort?, domestic, probably ooc, medicine mentions, soft cod men

"CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE"

- dad mode activated !

- has a whole cabinet specifically full of medicine, some thermometers, etc.

- gives you some aspirin and water

- the type to make you go to bed and nap and will refuse to let you get out of bed or do anything yourself

- just tell him what you need and he'll get it!! no need to get up

- will lay down with you and caress your face, occassionaly giving you soft kisses on the forehead

- will always take care of you when you dont feel good and make sure you feel better before he stops

"Let me take care of you,"

"SIMON GHOST RILEY"

- kinda confused on how hes supposed to help you but hes trying okay

- will go to the store and get you something that will help you with the pain

- hes never really taken care of someone before so hes a little awkward

- he wants you to lay down and get some rest but he also doesnt want to baby you

- so he just kinda stands there while you do your thing, watching and waiting in case you need his help with anything

- if you ask him to lay down with you, he will and he'll make sure to hold you close

- "It's okay, love,"

"JOHN SOAP MACTAVISH"

- i feel like he gets sick maybe once a year so he has no clue how to even help with a migraine

- will stand in the medicine aisle at the store, staring at every single thing thats on the shelf and having no clue what to grab

- doesnt want to call you and bother you because youre in pain, so he ends up asking someone else in the aisle what the hell youre supposed to get for a migraine

- gets home about 5 minutes later than he should because he took so long just standing in the store with a confused look on his face

- will make you soup or something warm because that usually helped him when he was sick or in pain

- he almost started a fire because he forgot he was even making you food since he was more distracted by worrying over you and making sure you were comfortable !! how fun

- "Uh, the soup is burnt.."

"KYLE GAZ GARRICK"

- he definitely gets sick often, and hes almost an expert on how to help you

- makes sure you drink water regularly and occasionally take an aspirin

- most of the migraines hes ever gotten was because he was stressed

- so he practically gives you a therapy session and asks you what gave you the headache and if you were stressed

- lets you just talk it out if you were stressed

- keeps a close eye on you and makes sure you drink enough water and that you eat

- "Tell me whats been bothering you,"

"ALEJANDRO VARGAS"

- immediately notices that youre in pain when he sees you wince or squint your eyes

- is ready with pain medication and some water

- he offers to give you a back massage and hes very skilled with his hands so it feels amazing

- he makes sure to close all the blinds or curtains so its darker inside so the pain is less for you

- whispers in your ear about how much he loves you just so you feel relaxed and comfortable

- gives you kisses on the top of your head and soothingly rubs your back in circles

- "Te amo mucho,"

"RODOLFO RUDY PARRA"

- out of all the characters on this list, I have a feeling he would definitely be the best caretaker for you

- makes sure you get sleep and drink water, will literally hold you down if he has to

- he holds you against his chest while you sleep, staying by your side the whole time

- will cook meals for you and basically do everything for you

- suggests turning on some soothing noises or guided meditation sounds on the TV that will help you relax

- he also will brush your hair/do your hair for you if you find it relaxing

- "Solo relájate, cariño."

"KONIG"

- ohh hes so sorry that youre in pain and he tries his best to comfort you in any way he can

- hes not sure what to do himself but if you ask anything of him he will get right on it

- frequently asks if youre comfortable or if you need him to do anything

- it almost gets annoying, but he just wants to make sure youre taken care of and that you feel better soon

- he has no clue how to cook most things so he does the next best thing and goes to the store and buys all your favorite snacks for you

- "Do you need anything else, meine liebe?"

#call of duty #modern warfare 2 #x reader #call of duty x reader #könig x reader #price x reader #ghost x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #alejandro x reader #rodolfo x reader #cod x reader

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paperstarwriters · 9 months

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Sleep

Muriel x Reader

Warnings: Sleepy reader, a kiss is used to shut the reader up. Muriel manhandles reader a bit

Summary: It's late. You're tired, and Muriel is too. All he wants to do is bring you to bed.

[A/N]: Reader is currently me rn. I should really head to bed lol. Also, if this looks familiar, this is the file "A bed and a book" from that WIP Wednesday I did a while ago. (I'll link it tomorrow lol. I need to sleep...)

Masterlist | The Arcana Masterlist

Word count: 2,021

─────── ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 ───────

Muriel watches you amidst the growing cold of the hut.

He watches you tremble and shiver, as you work, too focused to notice your own quaking limbs, or too busy to give it any attention. The fire dies in the fireplace, and though there was plenty of firewood that he could easily restock the fire with, a roaring fire with no one to watch over it only ever spelled trouble.

Usually he didn't even let the fire keep going this late at night, but you needed it while you worked.

You also, however, needed sleep.

"It's late."

You hum, continuing to scribble as you mutter something about a fleeting idea before you respond.

"I know. Just let me finish this."

Muriel huffs. That's not the first time you've said that and he knows full well that it won't be the last either. He pulls himself from the warmth of the bed, where he had been waiting for you, and plants his feet on the cold floor. The feeling makes him flinch for a moment, and he decides with a sigh, that he would give you one more chance.

"No. It's really, really late."

"You don't have to wait up for me."

In another moment, in another context, Muriel might have blushed at being caught caring for you. At being caught waiting or anticipating your return to his side. Currently however, a streak of frustration, fleeting but hot, burns in his chest. He "doesn't have to"? If he didn't wait up for you, you'd waste yourself away working on your projects. If he didn't wait up for you, he'd have to fall asleep and wake up to empty arms as you sit there just within reach and yet so far away. If he didn't wait up for you, would you ever sleep at all?

Muriel scoffs, and he wonders if you can hear it through your work. He wonders if you can hear him stand from the bed, and stride over towards you. Hearing you gasp as he wraps his arms around you, he figures you didn't, which only serves to target the selfish and greedy part of him—the part that makes his frustration flare all the more at the absence of your attention, the absence of your body pressed against his own.

The look you give him, wide eyed and filled with a startled awe, serves to soothe him for a moment, easing that need for attention, but it brings back to his focus the dark circles under your eyes, and the tremble of your hands hovering over your paper. It's a horrible combination really. The selfish and greedy need for your attention, for your skin against his, made virtuous through his concern for your health and your desperate need for sleep. It made it all the more hard to tell the line where he was being greedy, and where he was being concerned. Yet, if he wanted you to be happy and healthy by his side, could that even really be called greed?

As shock melts into confusion, Muriel can feel your trembling body melt against his, relaxing into the offer of sleep and rest that you continue to deprive yourself of. Greed, Muriel decides, is a kind and necessary thing to indulge in if it means you get to rest.

"It's late," he reiterates.

You scoff, rolling your eyes as you glance around the room, clearly not believing time to have slipped past you so quickly. Knowing you’re delirious with exhaustion, he doesn't trust you to realize that he had stocked the fireplace earlier that day to burn late into the night, and that no, he did not do anything that may speed up the burning process in any way.

Instead, he drags his hand down to your own, trembling as you grip your pen as if you feared it might be ripped away from you in any given moment. Though the temptation to do so is there, he knows full well how ineffective that would be. Instead, he trails his hand down your forearm. The rest of your arm is still pinned down by his in a half hug, but he doesn't even need to exert much pressure to keep you in place—your exhaustion doing most of that work for him.

Fresh from the confines of the bed, his hand and body still cling to the remains of warmth, a sharp contrast to your own, left night-chilled in the absence of the fireplace. It's clear, with the trail of goosebumps and shivers that appear in the wake of his touch, that you're freezing right now, and in desperate need of blankets and warm, warm cuddles.

His hand makes his way down to yours eventually, and he can see the twitch of your fingers as you're tempted to drop the pen to take his hand into your own. Pressing his thumb to the seam of your wrist and your palm, Muriel feeds the temptation, massaging the tender skin as best he can manage despite his calloused fingers. He’s careful not to seem too desperate for you to relax and drop your work to follow him back into the warm embrace of the bed. Up and down, he works his thumb from the centre of your palm to your pulse on your wrist. Little by little your hand sags in his hold, your pen drooping and slipping from loosened fingers, until it finally falls and leaves a splatter of ink on the wood of the table.

Your eyes dart down and your hand tenses up prepared to apologize and clean up your little mess, but Muriel refuses to let you fuss over something so trivial when your own health is at risk. His face dips into the crook of your neck, his lips spattering kisses against your skin luring you further into his embrace until your eyes flutter closed and your head bobs against his shoulder, fighting a futile battle against the urge to sleep.

Letting go of your hand, and slipping his hand instead beneath your legs to scoop you from your seat, Muriel realizes that he too must be a little delirious with sleep. Blush grows against his face, while he continues to press kisses against your skin, but he doesn't have much energy left to care about how embarrassing his affections may be. Instead, he sighs his lips still pressed against your skin as he pulls you into bed.

"Next time, I'm dragging you to bed the moment the sun goes down," he blurts, uncaring for any embarrassing connotations you might derive from his words. Instead, he focused on holding you close against him, in his arms where you belonged as you wormed your own arms around him, finally settling into his embrace.

At least, he thought you were settling into his embrace.

Despite how your body was nearly a puddle of boneless goop in his arms, exhausted and ready for sleep, you try to turn looking back to the table where your pen and papers lay.

"my pen—" you try to argue.

"it's fine," he mutters, his voice a bit gruff with his own exhaustion. "Go to sleep"

"But the ink—"

"it's fine," he grumbles again, squeezing you tighter in case you tried to slip free. "Go to sleep"

"But—"

Muriel sighs again, loud and irritated and tired, before he leans in and seals your lips with his own. He knows that tomorrow, if he thinks to long about the events of last night, he'll burn himself with how hard he'd blush, but today, all he wants is for you to go to sleep and get some well deserved rest. He's willing to sacrifice a little embarrassment if it means you sleep.

Even if he'd find himself embarrassed tomorrow, he hopes that it'll be washed out with the pride he feels in the moment, burning bright and making his chest tight, as he feels you sag in his arms. You’re melting from his kiss alone and that makes his heart soar. The effect he has just from kissing you is wonderful sure, but it's the evidence that he knows you that makes him feel the warmest. He knows how to get you to relax. He knows how to make you feel comfortable enough to finally go to sleep. Pulling back, he settles himself back into the crook of your neck, grinning from accomplishments, as he feels you finally seem to drift of to sleep.

Of course, seem is the word of focus here. Since, moments later, Muriel can feel you once again trying to squirm free from his embrace. Though he keeps his eyes closed amidst your little struggle, he holds you tighter, muttering in a sleep raged voice for what seems like the hundredth time.

“Go to sleep.”

You fall limp at his request, though he's more than awake enough to realize what you're trying to do. Waiting and biding your time for him to fall asleep before you. He sighs at the notion, and changes tactics.

"What's wrong?"

You're silent for a moment, still feigning sleep even if he can feel your heartbeat's staccato rhythm from where you're pressed against his chest. He doesn't push though, almost hoping that you'd fall asleep while pretending to do so, but he still waits for your reply, whether it comes or not.

"I just... I have an idea I want to write down."

"You can write it down tomorrow."

"But what if I forget?"

Muriel pauses. The temptation to wave away your concerns with a simple argument like, "if it's important you'll remember tomorrow," sits on his tongue, but he can't help but reflect an answer onto himself. Perhaps it was the constant wash of affection that you'd give him, or how you were often so eager to denounce whatever quiet self-deprecating thoughts he might voice aloud, or maybe it was just how often he was spending time outside of himself, and with you, or Asra, or the others. He doesn't know what exactly caused it, but he knows how it affects him now. He's important, and yet he was forgotten. To you, this project is the same.

This matters to you. Denying its importance will get him nowhere he wants to be.

"You can tell me," he offers, "I'll remember it."

"You're already half asleep."

Muriel cracks an eye open, "you are too."

Your attempt to refute his statement falls short when you yawn, which makes him yawn as well, though his is half muffled around his smile.

"alright, fine," you mutter eventually, tucking your face against his chest. Your arms squirm from their place trapped beneath his own, this time though, rather than escaping, you wrap your arms around him as you finally settle in his embrace for good.

He listens as long as he can, to you talk about the solutions to the puzzle you have noted down in your book, but you're mostly talking to yourself, thinking through the issue, refuting your own claims as you drift off, voice growing weaker and weaker before you finally sag against him, and Muriel can finally settle in against you, able to fall asleep now that you're in his arms, and he is in yours.

Before he settles however, he takes a moment to appreciate his reward, pressing a kiss against your eyelids, before he leans back and appreciates your relaxed and sleeping expression, whispering. You deserve rest like this. You deserve to relax. You've been so busy lately, he doesn't want to see you in pain.

When he finally tucks himself by your side and presses his cheek against your skin, Muriel can't help but chuckle at the chance to just fall asleep just like that. He knows it clings to him now. That falling asleep would be just as easy as that, but it hadn't always been. Sitting up forced to deal with swirling thoughts alone had once been the bane of his existence, but now, curled up with you by his side, he could talk if he needed to, just like you needed to earlier.

Now, falling asleep is as easy as one... two...

....

In the dying moments of his consciousness, Muriel continues to stare at you, pressing another kiss against your sleeping face, as he whispers precious words, fully aware you can't hear him. It doesn't really matter anyways. He'll tell you them all again tomorrow night. And if you can't hear it then, he'll tell you the next day, then the day after that, and the day after that.

"I love you," he mutters. "Goodnight."

#the arcana #muriel #x reader #reader insert #Muriel x reader #Muriel the arcana #Muriel #the arcana muriel #the arcana muriel x reader #muriel of the kokhuri #muriel x mc #muriel x apprentice

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just-jordie-things · 1 year

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idk if your requests are open so i’m sorry if they’re not :( but i really really need some comfort rn so if it’s not to hard could you write jjk men comforting reader who’s just had an all around shitty day? idc who else is in it, but i really like yuta and megumi:)) -🌿

I'm always down for some blurbs! hope it gives ya some comfort nonnie <3

OKKOTSU YUUTA

okkotsu finds you sitting alone during your free period. at first very excited to approach you and ask to join, because he rarely got to spend one on one time with you. you mostly only spent time together as a group with the other second years, so this could finally be his chance to, i don't know, woo you?

but upon nearing you, he realizes that you're quietly crying to yourself, and now his excitement is replaced with concern.

"(y/n)?"

as soon as you noticed him there, you're quick to wipe your tears and plaster on a friendly smile.

"oh- hi," you chuckle nervously, and hope he hadn't seen you crying for the last ten minutes. "sorry, i didn't see you there"

"are you okay?" he asks, sitting beside you and staring at you in a way that made you embarrassed to have been caught.

"yeah, i just- yeah," you stammer, unsure of what to say, as you didn't want to bother him. "don't worry about it, i'm fine" you decide, giving him another smile that he could see right through.

"you're crying," yuuta frowns. "do you want to talk about it?"

your mouth opens, and then closes, still unsure if you should dump your issues onto him. you weren't usually one to vent to your friends, everyone had their own problems going on, it was just the way of life in this society, but yuuta seemed so genuinely concerned it would make your heart hurt to turn him away.

"you sure?" you ask quietly.

he laughs, genuinely laughs, with a smile and crinkled eyes, like you'd just told a silly joke and hadn't asked for his consent to vent your issues. you seem confused by this, which only makes him continue to chuckle as her speaks.

"of course i'm sure," he says, reaching out to brush away a stray tear you'd missed. your cheeks heat up. "we're friends, right? friends talk to each other when they're upset,"

the way your heart skipped a beat at his mere concern for your feelings didn't seem like he was just a friend to you, but you decided you could circle back to that later.

"or, if you'd rather, we could go on a snack run and watch a movie, if you just want to forget about it" he offered politely.

this time, you gave him a real smile, and it finally felt like you weren't going to burst into tears again.

"we could do both?" you suggested quietly, and yuuta grinned ear to ear. ___

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

you weren't sure how long you'd been crying, but it was long enough that it was no longer just a cry, but definitely a full on breakdown.

which, you were a person in tune with your emotions, so when you felt like you needed to let it all out in a healthy way, you would.

but today wasn't one of those days. today was a terrible day. and it had come out of nowhere. so instead of doing any of your homework or anything to distract your mind, you'd collapsed into bed and let your emotions completely engulf you.

it's not until your phone is ringing that you even wonder how long you'd been smearing wet makeup into your pillows.

you want to take the thing and chuck it against the wall, silencing it forever, but when you see it's megumi calling you go against your better judgement.

megumi was a solid texter, like most of your generation, he hated phone calls. he would actively decline calls just to text the caller and ask what it was they needed, firmly believing there was nothing you could say in a call that couldn't be texted.

so seeing his name lighting up your screen, you figured it must have been important. sniffling and clearing your throat to hide your strained voice, you answered.

"hey, 'gumi"

"hey sweetheart," he greets, and you can hear his smile through the phone, somehow. it brightens your mood in the slightest. "you still studyin'?"

"uh," you pause, glancing over to your bag of textbooks that sat on your floor, unmoved from when you'd thrown it to the ground before falling into bed. "no"

despite you trying your best to mask your emotions, your voice cracks on the single word, and megumi being who he is, picks up on it right away.

"you alright?" he asks without missing a beat.

in the two years he'd known you, he'd never heard or seen you cry. not even after everything you'd been through together. so hearing your voice strain and crack lights up an instinct in him to protect. to fix.

"yeah, sorry," you clear your throat, hoping to feign ignorance, as though your mouth had just played a trick on you and made ou fumble your words. "what were you calling for-?"

"sounds like you've been crying," megumi cuts off the bullshit and questions her again. "what's goin' on? did something happen?"

your eyes betray you, welling with tears as megumi's concern for your well being becomes evident.

"it's nothing, i'm fine"

"you're a terrible liar, sweetheart," megumi sighs, and so do you. "what happened?"

you fall back onto your bed again, biting your lip to keep any other broken sounds from escaping you.

"nothing, really," you say through a heavy breath. "don't worry 'bout it"

just as you start to melt into the comfort of your blankets, there's a knock on your door. you lift your head at the sound, but then choose to ignore it.

"don't worry about it?" megumi repeats with a small scoff. "course i'm gonna worry about it. did someone say something? do something?"

tears prick at the corners of your eyes, threatening to send you into another sobbing fit.

"don't wanna bother you" you mumble out your lame excuse. megumi scoffs again on the other end of the line.

another knock sounds at your door.

"you could never bother me, sweetheart," he says honestly.

your heart melts at how sweet he could sound sometimes. you wonder if he even knows that he's talking like a romantic, or if that's just how he's grown to speak to you.

"now come get the door, i look like an idiot out here"

you're quick to sit up again, sliding off the bed and crossing the room to slide your door open.

sure enough, there's megumi, with his phone to his ear and a small smile on his face. he ends your call and tucks his phone into his pocket, before reaching his arms out and pulling you into him.

you practically crash into his chest, clinging to the back of his shirt as the tears pool in your eyes again. he just stands there, hugging you comfortingly and letting you cry for a few minutes. but he's the first to break the silence.

"figured you weren't doin' too well," he mumbles, resting his cheek against your head as his hand rubs circles on your back. "didn't text me all day, thought you were mad at me or somethin'"

"no," you mumbles, shaking your head against his chest. "I'm not mad at you. i just... i just had the shittiest day"

he hums, hugging you tighter.

"well, I'm here now," he says, and he doesn't know it, but it was the most comforting thing he could've told you.

well, he might've figured it out when you hold onto him even tighter, but he doesn't realize right away why that was significant to you.

"wanna talk about it?"

you look up at him, in all of your teary eyed, runny mascara glory. despite the pang of concern, he smiles at you, bringing a hand away from your back to wipe some of the black stains away from your cheeks.

you nod a little back at him.

"in bed?" you sniffle, and he nods, finally stepping into your room and sliding your door shut behind him.

"so you can fall asleep on me?" he asks.

your hand finds his and the action makes his face go hot, but he squeezes your palm reassuringly.

you nod again in answer to his question, already pulling back the blankets with your free hand so you could both climb under and end a terrible day on a good note. ___

GOJO SATORU

if this man ever finds you in a bad mood, prepare for the ultimate goddess treatment.

first, he's all over you, holding you, wiping away/kissing away your tears, but letting you get it all out. will probably pull you into his lap and rock you. early on in the relationship this might have felt infantilizing, but as time goes on it's just so comforting that you'll find yourself crawling into his lap to be cradled.

once you've got the tears out of your system, he let's you vent. and really vent, too. he'll hang onto every word as you explain the misfortune you'd encountered that day, always taking your side. if you had a fight with someone, he's shit talking them. if someone's hurt your feelings, he's shit talking them.

god forbid you've been physically hurt, because he'll teleport away and back in a matter of seconds with someone else's blood on his knuckles without question.

after you've talked through the whole situation, he's onto step three. which is fix the day! this usually includes sweets, a warm bubble bath, and then a prolonged period of cuddle time. sometimes on the couch while binging your new favorite show, and sometimes in a comfortable silence in bed. no matter where it is, expect satoru to get anything you might need. water? wine? a snack? a comfy pair of pajamas? he's up and at it before you could even think of getting up for it.

gojo satoru is already a whipped romantic, but expect ten times more praise and flirty comments after a bad day. it would almost be annoying, if he wasn't so genuine about his sweetness. you swear it's all the sugar in his system. (seriously, he'll remind you how much he loves you every two minutes. if he had control over what he said in his sleep, you were sure he'd keep at it even through the night)

even the next day you get a special breakfast and your favorite drink waiting for you when you wake up. he can't cook to save his life it definitely came from your favorite restaurant ten minutes prior <3 ___

INUMAKI TOGE

toge finding you crying only makes you want to cry more, to be honest.

you thought you'd be in the clear turning down an empty corridor when the tears finally came on. you'd been keeping them down all day, which had taken quite a lot of energy. so when they crept up on you and burned your throat, you knew you'd have to duck somewhere to quickly collect yourself before anyone could see.

unfortunately for you, the day's events wouldn't stop replaying in your mind as you wiped your eyes repeatedly, the tears were nonstop. now you were sliding down to the floor, holding your face in your hands as you sobbed quietly.

and much less to your liking, you could hear footsteps approaching. at a regular rate at first, before picking up speed and now rushing towards you.

looking up, you found a very worried looking toge kneeling before you. you wanted to tell him to go away, but he was already unzipping his collar and asking you if you were alright... in his own way.

"mustard leaf!?" it comes out panicked, afraid that he was the worst person to find you like this.

if you were having a panic attack, he feared he wouldn't be capable of helping you out of it. his cursed speech really was that sometimes, cursed.

"i- i'm fine," you hiccuped over your words.

the waterworks pouring out of your face told him the truth, and toge furrowed his brows, frowning deeply.

"jus' a bad day," you whimpered. "really, you c-can go," you hope he'll listen, and leave you be to cry over your humiliation. "i don't want you to s-see me like this"

toge shakes his head, trying to find a way to communicate what little he could that he'd never leave you here like this.

he reaches out to you, cupping your face in his hands, stroking his thumbs over your skin to wipe away the tears. the action catches you so off guard that you find yourself holding your breath. this effectively helps you to calm down and the tears eventually stop falling.

you're still a little embarrassed, but when you look at toge, he doesn't seem to pity you or mock you at all. he seems completely worried over you, his brows drawn in a knot, his own eyes glossy, he's even chewing on his lip.

he cared about you this much?

"thanks, toge" you say once you've caught your breath again, and your throat doesn't feel as strained.

he nods back at you, pinching your cheek softly, affectionately. he offers you a sweet smile, before sticking his tongue out. you give him a wobbly smile in return.

when you seem to be feeling better, he drops his hands, only to hold your shoulders and pull you forward so that he can hug you. you're stunned at first, but cave into it, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging on, soaking up all the comfort you could get.

"i needed this" you sigh, shutting your eyes and melt into him further.

toge squeezes you back tighter. ___

don't forget to give yourself time to cry and heal lovelies <3 xoxo ~ jordie

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w98pops · 8 months

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the text reads:

[WENDY EASTWOOD

"My daddy always said, that the best way to do the dirty work is on full stomach."]

my wendy card from a little (very big and cool) fallout cardswop project thats going on rn :)

more about the project under the cut, and you really should read it because its super fun

SO me and 25 other very cool people from a big russian-speaking fallout circle ganged up 😈 and made a functional deck (36 cards) that you can play AND swap for other cards by meeting in person (moscow and st. petersburg mostly) or by mail.

this is kinda one of the coolest projects I ever took a part in 😭

It's a pretty local thing, BUT you can still appreciate all the work and love of these AMAZING people on this site:

It's on russian, but you can't miss the giant gallery of cards people made, check them out i BEG you.

Some of the people that worked on it (who are conveniently my mutuals):

@nataliens with her jack of cards, Josh

@fisatheape with their Sunny (seven of clubs), and Agnes (jack of clubs)

@auntiemurdoc with her Stella (king of spades), Faith (nine of hearts) and Linda (joker)

@crystallizedmiracle with her Raphael (ace of clubs) and Ramira (six of clubs)

AND OF COURSE @kapi-tanka with characters who need literally no introduction 😭 Oscar (ace of hearts) and Andy (joker). Kap is the mastermind behind this insanely cool thing.

@yelly-ink with her Punch (nine of clubs)

@medmedom with his Ed (ten of hearts)

And a lot A LOT of other people i didn't mention, but this is just kinda the list of my mutuals you're REQUIRED to follow, or I'm blocking you. They are so nice and so sweet and I had so much fun talking in our group chat and drawing the cards it's just. An unforgettable experience.

Yeah, i said card—s because there will be more!! We will be doing the "dlc" pack of cards to complete the deck to full 52+ with a gajillion bonus cards (which will include a one silly guy of mine and one not so silly guy of mine. i think y'all know who im talking about). SO STAY TUNED.

❤️❤️❤️

#oc card swop #fallout oc deck #fallout #fnv #fallout new vegas #oc: wendy #courier six

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 10 months

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omgomg okay you have to hear me out i’m having a moment rn😭…

tangerine x reader where reader is like insecure about something and he’s just like girl wtf i love you what do you mean???

i will drop to my knees and cry happy tears if u can make this work😔

hii!! I love this🥹 I haven’t had many tan requests for a while, I was worried you guys stopped liking him😭 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

reassurance

tangerine x f reader

wc || 652

warnings || none? just fluff

masterlist & taglist

Some days, you felt comfortable within yourself. Others, not so much. Unfortunately, today was one of those days.

Tangerine had reserved a table at a nice restaurant outside the city for tonight's date. He'd always make a deal about it, buy you flowers, compliment you, pull your chair out, all the other chivalrous acts he does so well. Dates like these were something you did regularly, but tonight, you did not want to go. You didn't even want to leave the house.

You wanted to stick it out, do it for your boyfriend. You knew these dates meant a lot to him, so you didn't want to disappoint him.

You finish up in the shower, wringing the water from your hair as you walk into your joint bedroom. You aimlessly flick through the dresses in your wardrobe, seeing if anything catches your interest, but nothing does. You don't want to wear any of them. Recently you've been feeling a little more insecure than usual, so the thought of going out tonight was not something you could stomach.

You sit down at the edge of the bed and allow yourself some time to calm down, some moments to reassure yourself, but when you glance at the mirror opposite you, all that goes out the window.

"Honey?" Tangerine calls out behind the door, "We gotta be there at eight. You nearly ready?"

"Okay," you reply flatly, mentally scolding yourself. "Yeah, ready soon," you lie, raking your fingers through your wet hair.

"You alright?" he asks, his tone soft.

"Yeah," you lie again, patting yourself dry with the towel.

"Don't sound like it. Can I come in?" Tangerine questions, not fully believing you.

"Um- I'm naked," you say, panicked.

He lightly laughs from behind the door. "I'm sure I'll manage. Can I come in? I want to see you,"

"Yeah," you mumble in defeat.

"You're not ready," he says, his tone sounding like a question as he stares at you.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry," you reply, avoiding his gaze. "Don't need that long," you partially lie.

"What's going on?" he asks, noticing the uneasy expression on your face.

You shrug indifferently. "Nothing," lie.

"No, I recognise that face," he frowns, walking towards you. "What's going on, sweetheart?" he asks softly, kneeling between your legs.

You shrug once more, deterring from his admiration-filled gaze.

"Love..." he gently pushes, his hands sweetly circling your bare knee.

"I feel ugly," you mutter, staring at the door to avoid his soft blue eyes.

"What?" his head cocks, his features pulling together, looking as though he's confused. "Ugly?"

You don't respond. You meekly nod as you fidget with your fingers.

"Why would you think that?" he questions, his tone full of sincerity. He props himself higher so that his face is in line with yours. His warm palms cup your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. "Don't ever talk about yourself that way again, you hear me? You are beyond beautiful," his words are firm yet tender, his softened eyes locked on yours. "You are so beautiful," he kisses the tip of your nose.

He pulls away. His fingers brush the wet strands behind your ear with his eyes focused on you as if you're the most precious thing in the world. "That why you don't want to go out?" he asks, sounding like he knew the answer.

"Sorry,"

"No, love. Don't be," he smiles. "I'll cancel," he says matter-of-factly, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. "I don't want you doing something you don't want to. We can get McDonald's for all I care," he chuckles, trying to ease you.

"Really?"

"Really," he nods before kissing you. "Can't be fucked to wear a suit and be around a bunch of posh pricks anyway,"

You snicker, already feeling better about the situation.

"Put on some joggers or summat. And we'll get a maccies?" he offers, sweetly smiling at you.

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hellsbarnes · 2 years

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୨ 𝙖𝙦𝙪𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 ₊˚ପ⊹ 𝙗.𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙬 ୧

pairing: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x fem!civilian!reader

summary: you’re on a first date with bradley, and it gets heated really quickly

warnings: nsfw themes, 18+, minors do not interact, public sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of casual sex, no plot just p*rn (please do not read if you’re uncomfortable)

word count: 864

author’s note: babes, i think my rooster obsession is back. please remember to reblog or leave some feedback, thank you!

“You drink?” your date asks when he returns with two glasses of what looked like bourbon, the party was in full swing, the live band was performing all those latest hit songs.

“What? You think a woman can’t drink?” You retort playfully smiling when the brunette chuckles, licking his lips as he passes the glass to you, watching, his gaze fixated on your lips as you took a swig, feeling the alcohol burn your throat as you did, you had, after your best friend’s persuasion decide to go out on a date, you weren’t one for sit down diners and sweet talk however.

So, it was only a coincidence that your date wasn’t one for that either, his name was Bradley and by gods, the man looked good, he had by the looks of things just returned from the Navy, given the way he had walked in, dressed in uniform, and if there was anything you liked more than that, was a man in uniform, just the way it hugged his larger frame and the way his eyes met yours could have on your knees.

“So, what’s your favourite colour?” he asks, trying to strike up a conversation and you chuckle softly.

“Really Bradley? Are you going to pretend that all you want is to talk about what I like?” you reply, your voice sultry and you sauntered forward, smirk playing on your lips when he swallows hard, you bite your lip as you lean in, placing a hand on his chest as he circles his arm around your waist.

“Pretty and straightforward, I like that,” he replies and you smile, finishing the rest of your drink before letting him take you out back, feeling his hand slide down your back as you did, the second the bar’s back door closed, Bradley’s lips crashed onto yours hungrily, your lips moulding with his, moaning when he pins you against the wall.

The heat of the evening mixed with the impending sex in the air pushed you forwards as he chases your mouth, you grin allowing his hands to slide over your curves, squeezing, going lower until he hikes your skirt up, you were tired of wearing those pretty little dresses, dolling up when all you wanted was to be taken right here and now.

He tasted like mint and whiskey, a combination that you didn’t know you loved this much, you quickly undid the button of his pants, pulling his cock out, pumping it in our hand, your thumb swiping over the tip, gathering the pre cum, using it as lubrication, whimpering when Bradley moves his lips from yours, pressing open mouthed kisses all over your exposed neck, nipping on your skin.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Bradley growls as he pressed the pad of his thumb to you clothed cunt, your arousal already staining your soaked panties, and you moan when he pushes the flimsy fabric aside, lining his cock up at your slick entrance.

“You sure about this?”

“Just fuck me Bradshaw,” you reply, and that was all it took for him to push into you making you cry out as he stretches you out, god, it seemed like heaven as your walls stretched to accommodate his girth, he barely gives you time to adjust as he started moving, thrusting into you, pulling out only to slam back in over and over again into your sopping wet pussy.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans as he delves right back into your cunt, grunting when your nails dug into his shoulder as you hung on for the ride, feeling the brunette lift your leg just a little higher as he thrusted into you, his fingers digging into your waist as he did, the sound of skin slapping against skin was simply pornographic, and the though of getting caught by any unlucky passer-by just simply turned you on more, you didn’t care if they watched as Bradley fucks you senseless, hell, you wouldn’t mind them watching, your eyes were half lidded as he pounds your pussy.

“Gonna fill this pretty pussy up, you’d like that don’t you?” the brunette growls and you nod, whimpering as he pressed his frame against yours, you were so close and with the sinful words that he was spewing, it wouldn’t take long for you to come undone, moaning when his teeth grazed your neck, feeling his breath against the shell of your ear as he thrust into you, his tip brushing his sweet spot each time he did, pushing you further to the edge, your walls clamping down on his cock.

“P-please, fill me up,”

“Don’t worry baby, I will,” Bradley groans as your walls tightened around his cock, cries of pleasure falling from your lips as you dived headfirst into ecstasy, your pussy pulsating as you come undone, the brunette following down the same path, grunting as he spills into you, his cock throbbing as he fills your pussy up with his seed, the both of you breathless, panting as he slowly pulls out of you, the two of you coming from your highs.

“What do you think of a second date?” Bradley asks as he zips up.

“Sounds perfect”

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seokjinsonlyone · 2 years

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this is something that has been weighing heavy on my mind for like a week and i just gotta get it out of my head so i can move on with my life and onto other delusions so i just need to lay out rn which member is the type of bf to sit beside you or sit across from you when you go out to eat

a/n: as always this is based on nothing other than my astute observations, delusions, and vibes but also i know i’m right 😌

namjoon:

joon sits across from you

as soft and gentle vibes as this man gives off you’d think he’d be less of a liability than he is

you can’t completely avoid the splash zone when you’re still within a five foot radius but you’ll miss the brunt of it if there’s some sort of condiment mishap or knocked over beverage

besides my baby is an extrovert he likes to make connections and it’s easier to do that when he can look you in the eyes and read your body language, comprehending what you’re saying even when your mouth is stuffed full of rice

seokjin:

mr eat jin himself is definitely sitting across from you

like his appetite may not be as big as it once was but he is still a culinary arts connoisseur

he got to have space to spread out when he sit down to have a nice meal

besides he has a better view of you from across and can see how he can assist you better should you need your shrimps peeled or the like

yoongi:

he’s gonna sit beside you bc one thing about him is he tryna look everywhere but at you

like eye contact it just ain’t his strong suit he can’t maintain it

also he doesn’t care about societal norms like yeah you’re in a booth yeah one side is unoccupied no it doesn’t bother him

hoseok:

acrossssss!!!

half of the entertainment of going out to eat with hobi is sitting across from him

he’s literally the most animated person on earth and it’d be a crime to miss how his face twists and turns as he gorges down his food

also i’ve probably said it before nd i will say it again he very much gives one shake two straws and i really just imagine that happening from across the table okay that’s my story and i’m sticking to it

jimin:

first of all i’d just like to point out that the only thing i had to google in order to find this gif is ‘jimin vlive flirting’ no other context nd the worldwide web knew exactly what i was looking for

that being said he obviously sits across from you

he loves to flirt and loves to fluster even more and the main way to do that is through the eyes

loves to have his moments where he just stares at you while you’re talking and when you finally make eye contact with him that’s how he’s looking at you

that’s how he’ll continue to look at you until you break looking away heat dancing across your cheeks no matter how long you’ve been together

taehyung:

beside you 100%

like there’s infinitely more cute stuff he can do while sitting beside you than across from you

like putting his arm around your shoulders and sharing the menu

and dropping kisses on your forehead

and rubbing his thumb in circles on your thigh

and on a more mischievous note stealing bites of food off of your plate

all in all he just doesn’t like to be too far away from you if he doesn’t have to be

jungkook:

i don’t know if it’s proper to call him a switch in this situation but that’s the term that i’m using

like my brain went back and forth for days tryna figure out what this mans does and in the end i can equally see him sitting across from and beside you

bc on the one hand he definitely doesn’t see the point in not utilizing both sides of the table

and it’s easier to play footsie when he’s across from you; intermittently nudging his leg against yours before deciding to just trap it in his for the rest of the night bc you’re his anyway

but on the other hand he always marches to the beat of his own drum and he’ll allow his clingy side to tell him that the other side of the table is too far from you nd he needs y’all to be glued at the hip, that way you’re in perfect range for him to steal your food while he smacks in your ear talking bout how good the food is

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wooahaes · 2 years

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to dye for

pairing: non-idol!woozi x gn!reader

prompt: soulmate au series. 4/13

word count: 2.4k

warnings: small bit of angst over jihoon thinking he doesn’t have a soulmate. jihoon gets kinda yelled at for dyeing his hair.

daisy’s notes: ok ignore the fact im posting this not even a full day later and also the fact the ending is bad!! a girl is trying rn.

summary: Jihoon doesn’t have a soulmate. He’s positive. He’s never shown the signs before. And yet one lost bet against Soonyoung results in dyed hair and a surprise the next morning…

For a really long time, Jihoon had been positive he didn’t have a soulmate. His parents had comforted him over it (which, at age ten, made him feel... weird. Lost. Like he was broken). It felt weirder when he grew up, listening to classmates talk about their signs. Weirder in college, where he watched people run into their soulmates or make an active effort in finding them. And maybe it started to stop feeling so bad when he met his current circle of friends, who, despite their initial efforts, began to let him cope with his feelings as he needed to: through his music.

They initially had tried to tell him that soulmates were overrated--Soonyoung later ended up confiding in him that he hadn’t shown any signs, and neither did Vernon or Seokmin--and that plenty of people didn’t have a soulmate and were fine on their own. Jihoon shouldn’t feel incomplete (which, actually, Jihoon never said?) or alone because he wasn’t: he had his friends, and he could always date later on if he chose to. Maybe the comfort was a little misguided and something he hadn’t asked for, but he could appreciate it. That conversation happened long before three members of their friend circle found their soulmates, the most recent having been two months ago. That led to questions, and listening to those questions led to other people (namely the ones without signs) to get a little too caught up in thoughts.

There was comfort in knowing they weren’t alone, though. Soonyoung had confessed to Jihoon that he was glad that, if he didn’t have a soulmate, that maybe the other people in the circle would help him feel more normal. It wasn’t as lonely an existence if you had other people with the same circumstance. It hurt, though: Jihoon could see how starry-eyed Soonyoung would get over the idea of a soulmate.

And, honestly, Jihoon couldn’t lie: he knew he spent too much time checking his skin for words, for a name, or pinching himself and hoping to feel someone else pinch back or to taste what they’re eating or to start missing colors. Maybe he was a late bloomer. He never voiced those things to anyone, and he never planned on it. If the others believed he didn’t care about having a soulmate, then it was fine. He could be fine like that. The idea of someone being built-in to love you was... hard to swallow, after all. Love took time. Despite the way that Seungkwan seemed to claim that he and his soulmate were getting along perfectly from day one (Vernon had given him a weird look that quickly disproved that statement), Jihoon knew that you had to fall in love with someone slowly, the way Wonwoo and his soulmate seemed to be moving. So he had focused his energy elsewhere in the meantime, working on his music throughout his entire life.

It gave him something to do. He never heard anyone sing back when he sang, though, so mark that one off the list. He sang often enough to himself that his soulmate should have sung something back so he knew they were alive. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy.

“Are you sure you want to do this?“ Joshua asked for the third time that night, mixing up developer with the lightener.

It wasn’t as if he could go back now, products already open and mixed, but Jihoon could appreciate the check-in.

“I can always just bleach someone else’s hair,” he said, pulling the gloves on. “I’m sure Mingyu would be okay with it. He’s been wanting to go blonde for a while--”

“It’s fine,” Jihoon said, looking at the box of bright pink dye in his hands. One lost bet against Soonyoung and of course it’d be the one that’d result in him dyeing his hair. He’d already donned one of Joshua’s old shirts just to keep from ruining his own clothes. “Just do it.”

Joshua nodded, and began to section out parts of his hair. “You really got unlucky with this one,” he hummed, already beginning to apply the bleach to the end of his hairs. “But you’re also really lucky that I’ve done this enough times for Jeonghan that I won’t fry your hair.”

He resisted the urge to nod, just humming in acknowledgement as Joshua continued to work carefully. Loser had to dye their hair the color of the winner’s choice, and Soonyoung had spent approximately half a second before grabbing cotton candy pink off the shelf when he saw it. The bet was stupid, but it was.. whatever at this point. No point in dwelling on it. All of their friends were sitting out in the living room, waiting as Soonyoung likely entertained the crowd while Jihoon sat through this bleaching process. Joshua sang softly under his breath the same lyrics that he had been working on with Jihoon for the past few weeks whenever Joshua wasn’t busy with work.

“You went too high,” Jihoon said offhandedly, trying to distract himself from the box dye in his hands. He left his phone out in the other room, and he already knew that Soonyoung was probably filling it with silly dumb selfies that Jihoon would delete half of before filing the rest away for blackmail (and maybe a little bit because that was his best friend, too--he’d made one dumb rap song with Soonyoung before just to tease Seungcheol, after all).

Joshua merely chuckled as he continued to work, finishing the application at his roots. “So... Do you wanna go back out while it’s setting--”

“No.”

Joshua laughed. “I’ll grab your phone so you can do something,” he said, setting aside everything. “Then we’ll go pink, alright?”

He just nodded, watching Joshua disappear from the bathroom before he let out a sigh. The bleach burned and smelled like shit, but there was no going back at this point. He could already see the way his hair was lightening. Soonyoung better watch his ass if the pink looked awful on him. Jihoon could hear someone laughing--Junhui’s laugh, Jihoon was positive that he knew it anywhere--in the other room. He could hear the muffled sound of Joshua calling out for someone to give him Jihoon’s phone, someone else laughing (Seungcheol, Jihoon thought, but he wasn’t positive because whoever it was was farther away from the bathroom than Jun and it was harder to hear). The door opened a moment later.

“He’s not coming out until it’s done,” Joshua called back over his shoulder, before stepping back in. He handed over Jihoon’s phone before sinking down to sit on the floor, pulling out his own. “Soonyoung had it,” he said. “Just so you know.”

Jihoon set his contact photo to the stupidest selfie that Soonyoung took. “You don’t have to stay in here.”

“It’s fine,” Joshua said. “I’ve gotta keep an eye on it anyway. For what it’s worth... I think it’ll look good,” he said. Jihoon glanced up to see Joshua already smiling at him, eyes lit up with that mischievous look he’d get whenever he was around Jeonghan. “Pink might be your color.”

The next half hour was spent in relative quiet, aside from the occasional talk of the song they were working on. Lyrical changes Jihoon wanted to make to make things flow smoother, the guiding track he was almost done working on. Joshua could come up any time and get in the booth and get his part of the work over with, and Jihoon was happy to work with him. It’d come soon enough. The bleach was washed out soon enough, Joshua humming to himself again.

Joshua knew this process well enough, apparently. Soon enough they’d dried his hair completely and Jihoon was watching him mix up the pink dye. His hair was covered in it again, and he stared at the pink stains along his skin as Joshua started to clean them up.

“It’ll look good,” he promised again.

Jihoon shut his eyes as Joshua helped wash out that second round of dye. He was never taking stupid bets again. Even if the sound of the group losing their shit at his new hair color, dried and styled with the help of Joshua, was amusing to hear. Even Seungcheol, who couldn’t see the exact color (and started shouting for people to take pictures because he wanted to see it, and he would), made Jihoon laugh.

Maybe he’d keep it until his roots started coming back in. He promised at least a full week with it. He’d have to steal Soonyoung’s color-safe shampoo, but it’d be fine. Soonyoung owed him that at least.

The two returned home after a night of drinks and games with their friends, and Jihoon took one last look at himself after running through his nightly routine before he started to fiddle with his hair. It looked good. He honestly kind of liked it, if he was being honest. He ruffled his hair a little more, and resolved to find away to make it look better in the morning.

And then he woke up to his hair dyed a completely different color--a more natural shade than the bright ass pink he’d had--and Jihoon suddenly realized that he had a soulmate.

He grabbed Soonyoung and made an appointment at whatever place would take him that same day to dye his hair another color. Fuck waiting. It might be a dick move, especially if you went out and spend good money erasing the aftermath of a lost bet on his end, but you could be mad at him once you found each other. A place took the appointment, and soon enough he was sitting in a chair listening to Soonyoung joke that Jihoon should thank him with dinner that night since he wouldn’t have discovered his sign without him.

(He’d do that, in the end, because Soonyoung... did deserve something. Jihoon was fully ready to go his entire life with his natural color, and unless you decided to dye your hair, he’d never find out you were out there.)

He went bleach blonde again, and then bright red. He could stand out in crowds like that, if he was lucky enough that you were in the city. When it was dyed back days later, he went bright purple. Again, and he kept it bright yellow. Any loud and proud sign that he was right there and looking for you. Someone joked that all it took was one bet with Soonyoung for Jihoon to decide he liked dyeing his hair. They shut up immediately when he made it clear that his soulmate would have the same shade and to stop whoever they had to for him. Everyone promised to keep a look out, and he was more than thankful. Someone had thought they found you, but the shades of green were too far off: his was neon, the other person’s was a little too dark.

He did meet her, though, and wished her well. She told him to keep looking. They’d find their soulmates eventually. Jihoon let himself hold onto that hope for once.

Before his appointments, he started going to beauty stores in order to get ideas on what color to go next. It felt silly to repeat colors so soon, and he was torn between maybe bright orange to replace the pastel blue he’d settled on before. You hadn’t dyed your hair again, but Jihoon was waiting for it. He was thankful for soulmate discounts, the documented pictures of his hair being dyed back too quick while his hair stayed healthy enough to prove that this was a soulmate thing, otherwise his bank account would be hurting too hard for him to keep doing this.

He pulled up his phone, snapping a picture of the oranges he was debating between. He’d send it into the group chat to get a second opinion. He could hear the door to the store chime from where he stood, and he started typing out his message.

“YOU.”

Jihoon looked to see... you. You, standing there at the end of the aisle with the same bright blue hair, were fuming. He could see the cashier already nervous, leaning forward enough to see him as you made your approach.

“You absolute fucking dick. Do you know how mortifying it is to be in the middle of a meeting when your hair starts turning platinum blonde?! My coworkers wouldn’t stop laughing because I got stuck with the schmuck who has a weird thing for dyeing his hair! They keep looking at me weird because I tried to cover it up the first few times before my boss told me to stop killing my hair!” You balled your fists, and Jihoon could say nothing as you let out a groan. “It’s bullshit! I mean, okay, cool, we found each other because of this, but I can’t keep going to work like this!” You motioned toward your hair. “I need people to take me seriously!”

Jihoon gaped at you, unsure of what to say. “Sorry,” he settled on. “I just wanted to find you.”

“So did I, asshole,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “We’re getting that shit removed right now even if I have to pay for it.”

“I really think you should just dye your hair,” Jihoon said. “I don’t think mine can handle it.”

He watched the anger slowly drain from your face as it suddenly dawned on you that... you found him. Even if you’d been pissed before, his bright colors had led you to him in the end, just as they were supposed to.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You let out a sigh, “and that one of my friends was in the area. He tipped me off and swore the colors matched.” You looked at him and then smiled, introducing yourself. “Your soulmate, I guess.”

“Jihoon,” he said. “Do you wanna... talk more?”

You laughed softly. “Yeah,” you said, taking a step back. “I think that’d be good. Just... no more hair dye after this, yeah? I’m sure the pink looked way better on you than it did me.” You stared at him for a moment, noticing the way that color had begun flooding into his face. “It definitely does now, at least.”

This would be a fun story in the future, at least. He erased his text to his friends, deleting the picture off the message, and replaced it with a “I found them. I’ll update you guys later.” before Jihoon made a call to his usual stylist. He’d sit with you the entire time while you were getting your hair fixed, already deciding that he liked you. The hair dye he could promise to avoid, but the way you were already turning his face red? That one he couldn’t.

And honestly? He didn’t want to. You could turn his face red any day with your cute quips and quirks and Jihoon would be completely fine with it.

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