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[todayitwillrainblood]

"find me where i no longer breathe...”

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[todayitwillrainblood]

★ new romantics,

a/n: fun fact! i had originally written and drafted this as a 40-chapter fic like so many years back, but never actually did anything with it, it's still there somewhere in my drive.

so, we'll probably be seeing more parts of this? i love the dynamic and i distinctively remember reading a couple of fics like this a while back, so yeah. i love it is what i mean.

anyway! thanks for being here! have an awesomesause day :3

☆ masterlist!

⟲ synopsis,

yuuji and sukuna have shared everything all their life, the same womb, the same birthday, the same worn out peach as a favourite colour, and the same soulmate. or, where megumi wasn't just in the rair percantage of the world who had a soulmate, he was an enigma with more than one.

— HOW TERRIBLY CRUEL. i'd love to be honest with you and tell you it was megumi's fault, but he felt more guilt than he could bear, really.

he cried for days after.

he was five and he had accidently sent a nest with three unhatched eggs plumming to the ground.

it was an accident, a slip that happened from his balcony window. the wind howled that night, a storm had hit the city. all night, megumi could not sleep; he believed the furious knocks on his window from the wind were actually the agony of the mother bird.

he was scared, so scared that the only answer he could possibly end up with consisted of snuggling between his dads until he fell asleep.

it was warm, solitude. except for the dull ache in his heart that he did not yet know echoed with two other.

soulmates.

its a mesmerizing phenommon, but not everyone could possibly have one.

in fact, with recent studies it showed that only 47% of the world are born with one, out of which only 83% end up finding their soulmate and an even more pathetic 52% of those decide to stay together.

those numbers aside, megumi was in the mere 1% popultion of that 47%; he was born with two.

if you ask him, sukuna wasn't bothered by it. not by the distinct wolf mark under his right collarbone or the fact that yuuji had the same one on his left.

being just seventeen minutes older than yuuji, he was prone to take care of him.

after they both turned eighteen, which is the time that their marks first bloomed, yuuji had started to become quite dejected.

they were lucky enough to be in a circle full of soulmate bearers, all of whom were in the minority that ended up with their other half.

first it was one, then two, and soon enough, eight months later, all six of their friends with soulmarks had found their one.

sukuna was good at reading people and could almost instantly tell what one was thinking with a mere glance. of course, yuuji was not an exception to this.

in the spur of the moment, yuuji would be elated for his friends, celebrating with them, but soon enough, the high would die down and night would come; and he would begin to yearn for the lone wolf that will one day purr for him.

sukuna was not one to offer words; he would, however, always listen.

yuuji would go on and on about his soulmate, "maybe they miss me too?" nevermind the fact that they don't know each other yet.

"i just know they had coffee today, they're grumpy. maybe they didn't sleep?" how does he know this.

"i think they're happy today, i'm pretty sure they had cake. maybe a birthday? oh! what if it's theirs?"

deep down, sukuna knew these things as well. he believed it to be a delusion for quite a while, until he read articles about it.

soulmates during this era, fortunately, no longer share wounds. previously, that had killed many, now, people believed god showed pity on man, and the effects of a soulmark died down from injury to just a pinch of intuition.

its a silents way to let your other half know how your day way, well, you don't say it. your soulmark does.

for megumi, it sometimes was a headache, but they seemed to have some very similar days at times. it was either someone with a dual pesnality (a sick joke really), or the universe playing confusing games.

soulmarks were known to throb at times, intense emotions were known to invoke this. and when you do actually meet your soulmate, your soulmark turns red and burns until the heat spreads.

when megumi met his soulmates, the dual pain was so intense — he passed out.

"what--we do?"

"i don-- know! --hospital?"

"no--fever?"

(a/n: i was trying broken speech. the type you hear when you're just waking up. if i did a shit job, feel free to tell me.)

megumi groaned, rubbing his eyes with uncharacteristically warm palms. "where...?"

"you're up!" brown, shining eyes met megumi's. the owner having to physically stop himself from embracing the latter.

well, the owner was physically stopped...by his carbon copy.

"yuuji!" sukuna hissed into his twin's ear, the room not big enough to contain all the shine yuuji was radiating.

yuuji managed to shimmy out of sukuna's grip, wrapping big, warm arms around megumi and lifting up his barely processing body.

"w--stop!"

yuuji sat, ashamed, a disappointed sukuna hovering over him and a nurse babying a pouting megumi across from them. they had finally found their merry way to a hospital.

she fussed over his pretty face, sending ridicule-filled looks to yuuji's hunched-over form and then fusing again.

needless to say, yuuji wasn't left off without a warning that night.

"do you want to kill your soulmate before you even knew him? are you crazy?"

yuuji rolled on the heels of his feet, looking away with puffed out cheeks.

"its-its okay, i'm okay," megumi said from his position behind them.

"i'm megumi," he reached his hand forward, trying to maintain some sort of normality in this very abnormal situation. he barely flinched when yuuji pulled him into an embrace instead, but he did gasp when he felt sukuna's heat from behind, sandwiched in the middle.

"now that we have you..."

"...we don't want to let you go."

a/n (again): this was just a tiny intro, nothing too special. I'll be turning this into a series tho, so I hope people look forward to that!

[todayitwillrainblood]

Hello love its me again, if may i request for a fic...

Can i request (again) johan seong, get into food challenge with m!reader and they actually eat all the food so they dont pay for it and everybody cheering for them.

Its okay if you dont take this into fic no problem att all, here a chocolate for you 🐯🫸🍫

a/n : hi! glad to see you here again!! tysm for the chocolate!! im gonna put it right next to the flowers you got me! (hehe, valentine's can be in june too (///^///)) ! <3

so, tiny warning, it may or may not have gotten like super chaotic near the end. deep apologies, but im like a shameless bastard, so please don't hold it against me :c

anyway, enjoy! (and tysm for being super patient, i promise i appreciate you, like a lot, but the universe has a personal grudge against me that we gotta fix.)

★ cautious and curious,

☆ masterlist!

⟲ synopsis;

johan really wants to eat at this particular restraunt while he is out with [name] one day. but, oh no! they both have forgotten their wallets! well, worry not, because [name] is here to save the day! (with some nom nom nom)

★ "i call it, 'sugar', (my sugar, sugar),"

— "OH! I WANT tempura!" johan turned to [name], "[name]! tempura? please?"

"of course, but not here," [name] guided a confused and pouting johan, "that place we wanted to try out is just around the block. let's eat there?"

johan remembered, so his eyes sparkled and he nodded.

it was a holiday, and there was a festival nearby, which meant crowded streets beyond belief. [name], being much taller and responsible (as if!) than johan, kept a palm on the latter's nape, guiding him and silently telling him when to stop. it wasn't much, it didn't even look much, but that simple warm palm against his nape kept johan grounded the same way a thick coat does during snow.

"here," they paused, offered a small bow, removed their shoes, and stepped into the place that offered the best japanese food for miles.

[name] watched as johan looked over the menu with silent giddy, his eyes shining like candy to a kid.

they were supposed to pay first, so after johan had decided on a menu, [name] reached for his wallet...except he couldn't.

"oh no, johan..." his eyes widened as he franktically looked around in his sling bag, "i don't have my wallet!" he whispered, leaning in so he could talk to johan.

"don't worry! i can pay," happily, johan reached into his sling bag ([name] got them matching ones!) and with a smile stilled on his face, he looked around it as well, before monotously concluding, " ...i left it at home."

[name] huffed, 'great. there is one thing he wants, and i'm so horrible that i can't even give it to him...wait.'

during his ideal gazing at the walls surrounding them, his eyes caught onto a big fish! well, literally.

a big yellow poster on the wall opposite to him, with a huge fish on it and words that read "like it! you'll eat it!".

it was a simple challenge, finish the given food in under 40 minutes and have it for free! with a quick one over, all the dishes were ones that johan had wanted to eat, except one which could easily be filled in by the self-chosen dish the restraunt offered. so, about 5 dishes, plus one that the contestants can choose themselves.

"that's neat," he remarked, catching the attention of a distraught johan.

"what is...?" he turned around, reading the sign with a quick one over, "[name], we have to do it!"

"yes, we'll do it," [name] nodded. it shouldn't be so hard right? a big bowl of ramen and a lot of small dishes. with the time limit, [name] almost felt bad for ripping them off.

he...spoke too soon.

[name]'s eyes widened as two employees placed humongous bowls in front of him and johan, one for each. it were easily a foot and half across and practically swam in depth.

"you are just kids," the kind (but honestly mean looking) cook stated, looking over them and the workers as the table was being set up. "so, you can share the side dishes, i won't be too harsh on you."

his korean had an obvious accent, but it was noticeble only because of how pleasing it was to the ears. [name] glanced sideways at the star-eyed johan, who just glad to be here.

"uh, thank you," he tilted his head forward in a bow, placing a hand on the back of johan's head and making him do the same.

the cook looked at them for another moment before leaving. an employee gave them general instructions and pointed a digital timer towards them on the table, "your forty minutes begin...

now!"

[name.] gulped, gripping his chopsticks and staring at the bowl in forced concentration, meanwhile, johan was muttering a small prayer with his eyes closed and hands clasped, a minute in and then he dived to eat.

'c'mon, do it for johan, [name.]! for johan!' he chanted until determination filled him, for another, but strong still.

he slurped the noodles, biting back grins as he heard the various praises that johan muttered between bites. seems he truly liked the food; they should come back here, with money this time.

saying the food was good would be a horrible understatement, it was everything you could really hope for, and it'll be free if they kept their pace up.

twenty-eight minutes in and [name.] had already finished his portions of the side dishes, while johan still had several spoonfuls left, in contrast however, he had finished his noodles, minus the broth he was currently chugging.

[name.] gaped, "i'll eat your side dishes; you finish my noddles?" he offered, ready to give them up.

johan only nodded, quickly switching their bowls, they might actually finish this in time.

[name.] pushed aside the empty bowl and began devouring the side dishes, from pickled radishes, to raw eggs, mouthfuls of miso soups (was that even a side dish?), sprouts and even tiny squid. the taste exploding in his mouth had [name.] taking several breaks in between just to proclaim his (totally platonic) love to the chef.

to sum it up, johan almost chocked on the noodles because [name.] couldn't keep it in his pants. anyway—

"johan, go!" soft, but increasingly growing in volume chants filled the small restaurant. [name.] had finished his part, and even a bit of the broth and noodles from johan's (truly, it was his) bowl, now as the last few minutes bared down, his purpose was to be a good malewife and support his hubby.

ehem.

"you did it!" johan slammed the chopsticks down, a bit smile itching on his face, which only grew when [name.] picked him up and twirled him around.

by the way, they stopped after like two turns because they might just hurl their entire meal, intestines and yesterday's white stuff if they didn't, just by the way.

coworker (strangers btw) were hugging them, tears streaming down their faces. [name.] and johan would have been picked up and paraded around mob-style if not for the low ceiling of the restaurant.

the chef, and owner, was looking from a distance, pleased that someone had finally finished his long running challenge.

people cried, champagne popped, confetti everywhere, happily ever after.

word count : 1032

im actually pretty guilty over how rushed and shitty this fic feels to me, especially because of how wholesome the ask is and i unfortunately could not do it justice. but, to make up, i'll be redeeming myself in the near future!

[todayitwillrainblood]

★ a wine for the sunset,

a/n: im so sorry for the delay, i had a lot of things going on at home. thank you for being patient, i'll be returning to my normal routine of an update every other day.

on a side note, i've never actually personally been to build a bear, but i have seen a bunch of videos growing up and what not, so i shouldn't mess up that bad.

this fic is super goofy, and the fourthwall is broken a bunch, either by narration or gun and goo purposely spoiling it up. enjoy!

btw, gun's voice message for his bear was...inspired by a reddit post. (I was lost okay?!)

☆ masterlist!

⟲ synopsis;

gun and goo went to build-a-bear!

— "ARE YOU OKAY?" gun has been zoning out while waiting for goo. seriously, the man took longer than a woman in a corset to get ready.

"not after waiting so long," he barked back...gently.

goo grinned, "great! you're still you, i thought i lost you there!"

he swung his arm around gun's shoulder, dragging him in the process, "it's not like you to be late, gun! how come tod—"

"you made us late."

"huh," he stole a look at gun, "are you sure this—" he gestured dramatically to himself, with his one free hand, "—doesn't make up for it?"

gun followed the movement of goo's hands, letting out a low whistle. he hooked a finger to goo's collar, tugging at it, "i'm more interested in what's under this." he grinned toothily, proud at the flush that now covered goo's neck.

goo coughed into his mouth, looking away with a loosening grip on gun's neck.

gun's lips twitched up, having him right where he wanted, he leaned in, his head just centimeters away...but, a blaring horn broke their sugar sweet moment.

"ah, our bus is here."

"how awful." despite the interruption, gun still snuck a kiss to goo's lips before promptly dragging him to the bus.

the bus wasn't their first choice, or second, it was purely because of the journey there, not the destination itself.

the build-a-bear they chose was out of the city, and although it was no problem getting there by either of their cars, it would have been deadly romantic too, this bus, which allowed only a certain number of people, stopped by a gorgeous cherry farm; which was hell to get into normally.

they didn't want to get to the specifics, after all, they were almost on the bus—

"excuse me...?"

gun barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. they really aren't getting a break today, are they?

he turned around to the sound of the voice; it was a young boy holding the hand of his grandmother; they presumed.

she was frail, a stick in one hand and fiercely holding on to the boy with the other.

the boy gathered the courage to speak, "uh..there are only two seats left. we would have reached earlier but i'm sure you can understand why not," every other word he spoke, intesified the glare gun donned, and the kid cowered more with every passing second, "...please?"

gun and goo beat people up for fun! so, a kid and his grandma shouldn't be all it needs to make them succumb—who am i kidding, watch the losers sitting on the faraway sidewalk sharing a coke the kid offered as a 'thanks'.

"how pathetic," goo murmured, dunking half the coke down his throat, leaving the other half for gun.

"can you believe we are thugs?" gun groaned, his head in his hands, deeply ashamed.

"respectable thugs, apparently," goo shrugged. "well, we can say bye to that lame cherry farm."

"it wasn't lame when you were squealing about it."

can you believe these words are coming out of gun's mouth? squealing? really? that's a big boy right there, can you believe.

bet you can believe the smack gun got on his head, though.

they sat there for several more minutes, sweat pooling on their skin and dampening their sleek clothes and hair.

"we can still go to that factory, i'll drive," goo offered.

"you'll drive the day i wanna die."

"then, you drive! its so far away that i had booked us a hotel to stay in for the night too," goo bit back, putting his face all up in gun's.

gun signed, took one last pitiful sip of his cola, and got up, "fine."

taking a drive along with goo meant having to listen to songs he chose, or he would whine and threaten to take over the wheel by force. it wasn't that his taste was bad or something...it just doesn't suit him.

—"ruby-chan!"

"hai~"

—"nani ga suki?"

"choko minto yori mo a•na•ta♡"

goo singing along to a song equivalent to a slice of life anime wasn't exactly a sight you see every day (for the common man at least, gun got to see it even when he did not ask for it.)

between you and me, were goo ever to stop, gun is willing to pay him just so he continues.

moving on, after three gas station stops, one oopsies (gun spilled his canned coffee all over goo, when they hit a particularlt rough road. but! not to worry, goo carries like four different outfits at any time he has to step outside the house), and two speeding tickets later, they were finally here — build-a-bear.

it was simple, first you grab the skin!

"woah, that sounds wrong."

"what do you mean wrong? i've seen you skin a bunch of men for fun, you can't pick a fabric skin for what plushie you want?"

"gun, you—!"

next! you pick the clothes.

"since this is you, i'd rather keep it without."

"gun—"

ehem, after the clothes (or lack thereof), you pick the accessories.

"hm, naked and a diamond necklace, the whole french fuck."

"the titanic was not even based in france—"

now, a voice box! generally, if you go with someone, you record your audio away from each, as a surprise. and for you dear reader, since you have been tagging along for so long, it'll also be a surprise! tee-hee~ (they exchanged the voice boxes, so gun got goo's message in a bear that looked like him and vice versa.)

"so, you stuff half of it with the cotton," gun and goo did as the employee directed, "put your voicebox wherever you'd like. a lot of people prefer it over the heart. after you're done, put in the rest of the cotton."

"hmm, it really is you," gun had a blonde bear, with tinted orange hair, because 'it suits goo,' after being forced to pick clothes, gun had decided on a long dark blue overcoat, with a singular blue pendant under it. it was a resemblance to their first date night, goo had met him wearing a long overcoat and nothing under it, they had ditched dinner and crashed at gun's place for nearly a week. (the pendant was just a memo for the first movie they saw together, and also because, since gun is an artist, goo had begged him to recreate his favourite scene. they were busy for another week...)

"i guess i could say the same?"

goo had chosen a black bear, while simultaneously calling it the big bad wolf, 'you even have the teeth for it'. (ps; he did!) the bear had gun's signature yellow shirt and dark jeans, and a little belt that sometimes got lost under all that fluff. and, although it had taken time, goo had managed to switch out the eyes with custom ones, to match gun's. he had also gotten a pair of black sunglasses, ones that could be removed too! for the eyes!!!

"how adorable," an employee remarked while carefully packing the bears in two separate boxes, "i'm guessing this is you two?"

"unless he has a side-piece, yeah."

gun got a nasty glare for his nasty tongue.

anyway! after paying and taking their own bear-boxes, gun, and goo headed to the car, where they finally heard the messages. knowing gun, it was best to do it where no one else could hear.

"squeeze me harder."

goo flushed, he knew that gun was going to squeeze in whatever dirty thing he could. (get it? get it??)

"i know you like my head."

that was a tiny jab to the first time goo went down on gun, he knew he was good, please. gun was just too prideful to admit it.

gun replayed the message over and over, before pausing and meeting goo's eyes, "i think i've forgotten, why don't you show me how it feels?"

[todayitwillrainblood]

Tiramisu cake~

Tira mi su cake~

Tira mi su cake~

[todayitwillrainblood]

★ pocket-sized cloud,

a/n: a thanks to @yeon103 ! i was stuck on a name for this, and you really saved me T-T (also, that last line's kind for you :p)

☆ masterlist!

⟲ synopsis;

[ this is from the chibi series! click here to know more! :3 ] oh, no! somehow, your boyfriend has turned into a toddler (chibi :3)! worry not, he still has his personality...kind of?

★ "you met me at the perfect time

you want me, i want you, baby." ☆

— "SIEUN? WHAT HAPPENED to you?!"

[name] was panicking, disgustingly so. he had left his boyfriend alone for just a few minutes to grab milk while sieun shopped near the snack aisle.

imagine his shock when he comes back to see sieun drowning in his clothes, completely teary-eyed and inside their shopping cart.

"oh, sieun-a," he spoke gently, picking up sieun and holding him close.

he wanted to know how this happened, but he also knew that sieun was in no position to tell him, or maybe he didn't even know?

"ah..." [name] looked around with frantic eyes, he wasn't sure where to begin, and was close to hyperventilating. i mean, he's never had a child before!

in his panic, he unfortunately ignored the slight tugs on his sleeve and only looked down when he felt a little bite to the side of his wrist.

"agh!" [name] immediately looked down, scared that something had happened to sieun, well, something other than the fact that he's now seven times his usual size.

but all he was met with was a pouting-and-cheeks-puffy sieun, he was no longer on the verge of crying, just mildly annoyed.

"i'm...cold," he forced out, causing [name] to perk up immediately.

"uh, right!"

with sieun still in his arms, hidden away, [name] dragged the cart to the other side of the store. the clothes there were cheap, but enough for now.

"what about this? hm... hm...no, not this," sometimes, [name] was responsible, very much like the adult he was not old enough to be. but all the time, he was all about fusing and making sure sieun didn't look like he was just dragged through a mud pit, even when he was the size of a toddler...and partially behaving like one.

"ah-ha!" this was it, he looked like the perfect, obedient, most adorable—yeah, you get it.

he was looking like a commercial kid, soft clothes (an honest steal in that run-down store), all he needed was a lollipop in his mouth, preferably a huge one, and fruit jam smeared purposely around his mouth. a charm, really.

[name] folded the clothes sieun was previously wearing, and stuffed them inside a plastic bag he grabbed off the side.

it was pretty awkward during ring-up, trying and failing to explain to the cashier why sieun was dressed in new clothes, with his old ones nowhere in sight. she looked at him very suspiciously, definitely judging him for crimes he didn't commit, so he let out an exaggerated huff and gave up.

at home, sieun could barely sit around. every time [name] sat down after another one of those sessions chasing sieun around the house, he would have to get up and do it again.

it was as if all the energy sieun was not using when he was normal was coming out now. all the energy he suppressed by coping up in a room and slaving away the hours studying was coming out now, by him being a cute menace.

"you have to eat," [name] had sieun held up, his legs far from the ground and frailing weakly.

"no!" he turned his head to the side, pouting, his nose high up and his eyes shut.

how stubborn. seems his poor diet never changed.

"with how much you're running around, you'll collapse if you don't eat." [name] tried to stay stable, yet still gentle with his voice.

sieun looked at him fiercely, his brows furrowed, he looked as if he would start bawling to emotionally manipulate him.

awful of him to think so, but can you blame him? he doesn't know whether to swoon over with how cute he looks, or scold him for how he is behaving.

...

okay, i think we all know that he would never raise his voice at such a cutie and would definitely rather squeal his ears off.

not sure how he ended up like this, but he isn't complaining. a tired sieun clinging to [name]'s back while he cooked, watching him with droopy eyes, with his head resting on [name]'s shoulder.

he let out a mini yawn, rubbing his eyes with his tiny fists, "hungry..."

"i know, i know," [name] soothed him, gently lowering him on the couch and handing him a bottle of banana milk, "it won't be long."

sieun is now a child; so instead of drinking the milk, he used the warm bottle as a plushie and fell asleep in under a minute.

"hm."

well, [name] didn't know what to think, confusion? or adoration? suppose it had to be one. he transferred sieun to the bed, still worried slightly that he went to sleep without eating, and packed away the now-ready food.

he tried removing the bottle from sieun's grasp, but the whines of distress he let out stopped him; he just hoped it wouldn't spill during the night.

all the skepticism and puzzlement he felt throughout the day positively washed away when he saw sieun's content and sleeping form. just watching him be a kid, something [name]'s sure he began to miss out on, was enough for him to be satisfied.

maybe, if he's still this size tomorrow, they should make a trip to the amusement park.

or do it anyway, yeah. sieun deserves a break, you know?

[name]'s pocket-sized cloud.

[todayitwillrainblood]

★ the chibi series!

oh, no! somehow, your boyfriend has turned into a toddler (chibi :3)! worry not, he still has his personality...kind of?

confirmed! characters;

WEAK HERO

yeon sieun : pocket-sized cloud,

LOOKISM

jay hong eugene johan

HAIKYUU!!

hinata kageyama oikawa

JUJUTSU KAISEN

satoru gojo suguru geto itadori yuuji fushiguro megumi toge inumaki

note! all characters will have established relationships unless mentioned / requested otherwise. and, i shouldn't have to elaborate, but i won't be accepting nsfw requests for this particular series.

don't see a character you want in the list? don't worry, requests are open!

i'll be keeping this series (requests) open until further notice. while the requests are open, you can ask for any character! check here for characters that i write for! if you don't see your character there, you can still ask! i don't remember every fandom and every character in a fandom, so i have probably forgotten.

how can you request? you can send in an ask!

i hope you enjoy this series and the stories that would come with it!

bye-bye, mwah!

[todayitwillrainblood]

Hiya! I wanted to request something but i wanted to make sure that you can write gender neutral readers (you didn’t mention it anywhere so i just wanted to make sure)

hello!! i do write for gender neutral readers, sorry you couldn’t see it, its on my pinned comment! [here!]

you can go ahead request whenever you feel like it! im looking forward to it! :D

[todayitwillrainblood]

★ lilies on my tongue, and fireflies in your eyes,

☆ masterlist!

⟲ synopsis;

johan and [name] go to a cat cafe! (pure fluff, m!reader babies johan. it's also super small, but shh)

★ "yeah, you're beautiful, don't have to try

darling, you look divine." ☆

— IT'S SEVENTEEN PAST five, seventeen minutes too late. seventeen minutes ago, [name] was supposed to meet johan, and they were going to eat out.

he shouldn't have to panic, plus [name] wouldn't like that. and, johan is no child, so he paused the music pumping in his ears and rang [name]; twice.

he was frowning now, [name] never left him hanging like this. johan was made aware of [name]'s plans before they were even finalized. [name] hated him waiting around when he wasn't showing up.

[name] also hated when johan grew anxious.

so, he drew up to him from behind and wrapped his palms over johan's eyes. had it not been for [name]'s distinct perfume, johan would've lashed out at the sudden surprise.

"guess who?~" he whispered into johan's ear, pulling his entire body weight into himself.

johan melted into the half-embraced and peeled [name]'s hands away from him, he answered by arching his neck and placing a soft kiss to [name]'s lips.

"were you waiting?"

johan shook his head, "no, not long."

"c'mon, it's cold out."

[name] took johan's hand and quickly walked to his motorbike. he pulled off his long coat and draped it over johan, who looked at him puzzled.

"you'll be cold," he tried to refuse the coat, shaking his head and the coat off his shoulder.

"i won't be able to drive with it on," [name] kept a steady hand on his shoulders, towering over johan; johan might be tall, but [name] was a giant.

nothing was getting past [name], especially his baby cold and shivering on a motor bike in the middle of winter.

"i wore heat pads under this," he tugged slightly on his sweater as if to prove his point.

johan stared at him silently, waiting.

[name] tilted his head before he perked up, "oh!"

he leaned in and placed a kiss on johan's lips, and one on his head, "hold tight."

he climbed after, guiding johan's arms to tighten around his torso. it wasn't a very long ride. the cafe they wanted to go to was just ten minutes away, seven if [name] sped up, but speeding up meant more cold air and no one wanted that.

truthfully, [name] was very skeptical about this particular cafe; it was deep in the city, and you could only travel so far with a bike to get there, so you had to walk the rest of the way, maneuvering your way through damp alleyways.

throughout their little walk, [name] kept one hand inside his pocket and the other intertwined with johan's, who was still bundled up in [name]'s overcoat (he tried to refute, unsuccessfully).

"we're here," [name] said, slight relief in finally escaping the cold and into a warm cafe.

it was a cat cafe.

it didn't even take a minute for johan to abandon [name] and run to the cats. he had to actually be held down while [name] removed his coats to hang them.

a small conversation with the barista told him that the cafe originated in japan and that the owner opened a branch in korea because it was her childhood home of two years.

"ah, i see," [name] nodded understandingly.

"oh! i'm sorry! what would you like?" the barista—a young woman—turned her attention to the tablet in her hands, ready to take [name]'s order.

"i'll do the vanilla latte, the americano, and could you just add a couple of your best pastries in there?" [name] reached for his phone.

"sure, one vanilla latte, one americano, and i'll put one blueberry muffin, one chocolate, and two servings of the strawberry shortcake, or would you rather have something else?"

"could you do just one shortcake instead of two? and add a lemon cheesecake, the rest is fine."

"got it! can i have a name for your order?"

"[name], can i pay by phone?"

"yes! you can pay here, and your order will be ready shortly."

[name] gave his thanks to the barista and left to sit near johan. he watched lovingly as johan played with numerous cats. many were on his lap, and he was rubbing faces with another. sneakily, [name] snapped several pics, and with how good they were turning out, one of them is definitely going to be his wallpaper.

"[name]! look!"

"hm?"

"this one looks like you!" johan held up a cat, catching [name] off guard with how striking the resemblance was.

"you're ri—!" [name] looked down when he felt a nudge on his shin, a brown cat with striking grey eyes was mewling at his feet. it leaped up to [name]'s lap, curling there and purring softly.

[name] let out a noise, amused, "and this kitty looks like you." he held up the cat to place a smooch on its head.

"would you like me to take a photo?" the barista had watched the entire exchange, she thought that since the cafe wasn't busy, it won't be too much of a big deal.

"okay!" johan's eyes were uncharacteristically shining. he went to where [name] was sitting with the cat snuggled in his arms. the light hitting them just right.

when he sat down, the two cats began to meow at each other, bumping noses. "those two are very cute, they are rarely apart," the barista remarked, beginning to take photos with [name]'s phone after he handed it to her.

[name] let out a laugh, leaning in to capture johan's lips with his.

you and me, every universe.

[todayitwillrainblood]

waking up to seeing my ask on the candy-cane love fic as soon as i opened tumblr was an experience, i was screaming crying throwing up hiding on a hole /lh

No but fr: AAAAAH THANK YOU THAT WAS SO SWEET UEUE THEYRE SO SWEET 🥹 sieun deserves all the love and care and protection 100% 24/7 (idc if he can literally destroy a person’s life he shouldn’t have too idc idc). And do not worry !! i was honored for it to be that long, im glad you enjoyed that silly prompt! I FOR SURE loved reading it, it was so cute!

Nothing much than a thanks to see here for now! have a perfect, great day! (also i got jumpscared (/pos) by your recent post too, and i do too, in fact, want to take a bite from sieun, agree)

-🎧 anon (is it okay to claim emojis? feel free to tell me if not!)

oh my gosh, it makes me so happy that you liked it so much!!

and, yes, who cares that sieun is capable of taking on a gang and completely demolishing them?? he shouldn't have to !1! if i could, i would actually run a petition to hide him under the safety of the government so nothing happens to him T-T

and, im having a very good day now, actually, ironically, you woke up to my fic and I woke up to your asks, twice! (whoever does not want to take a bite from sieun is lying btw)

and, of course, you can claim emojis! look out for yours on my pinned comment!! ;)

[todayitwillrainblood]

★ kitten from a litter,

☆ masterlist!

⟲ synopsis;

sieun is [name]'s precious, and the latter would do anything to protect him. (this is very loose ended btw, i just wanted sieun to be protected by m!reader and have a make-out sesh(ish?) in the bathroom.)

★ "you(-ooh) and i-i, it's more that like (like)

what's after like?" ☆

— SIEUN HAS ALWAYS seemed fragile to [name]. someone he had to protect.

[name] has also believed that sieun was terribly incapable of holding out tasks, of any sort, really. picking a fight, cooking his meals, and even living by himself. naturally, prone to that feeling of protectiveness, [name] had started to push himself into sieun's life.

"eat more, veggies make you taller, you know!"

"c'mon! you can't just study all day, come outside for a little while."

"that's not healthy—"

"if you do that, you'll di—"

"hey! didn't i tell you to—"

"are you my mom?" sieun finally snapped. this was seriously getting out of hand now.

"that's not right!" [name] gasped, whispering right after, "we sleep toget—"

sieun shushed him with a smack, "idiot!"

he turned around, walking away with an angry huff, "i-i'm sorry!"

[name] chased after him, as one does. they made up that day, of course, i'll simply say that [name] is very good with his hands.

anyway.

today was awful, [name] barely got any sleep last night. And while he was snoozing off on his desk, he was harshly awoken by a nudge.

the uncomfortable silence present in the room told him now was not a good time to yell about it. a glance around him told him all he needed to know.

sieun was getting bullied.

oh, how could he let his love be tainted that way?

he got up and strode over to the guy whose name he didn't bother to learn.

"what are you doing?" he bumped shoulders with jeon yeong-bin while walking over to stand protectively in front of sieun.

[name] looked him up and down, and scoffed, "bullying? what are you, eleven?"

yeong-bin took a step back; pestering sieun was easy...as long as [name] wasn't there. or awake.

[name], put simply, was scary. once, he had broken the hand of a guy, back in middle school, because he had smudged bright paint all over sieun.

he had gotten a two-week suspension for that, but then broke the other hand because he came to school to find that no action had been taken against that kid.

his next month was spent at home and about 12 hours of community service.

if you ask him, he'll say it was worth it.

this was also before yeon sieun was dating him or even acknowledged him. the latter part obviously changed after that.

that was also when [name] had started to actively and directly pursue sieun. all the cheesy things, love notes, roses, even a dinner where he had to kidnap sieun because he refused to go the first five times. (no sieuns were harmed in the making of this.)

all in all, everyone and their momma was scared of [name].

yeong-bin did not want a broken hand, or hands, or any other bodily injury, so he retreated and rightfully so.

[name] sure is a menace, but you know what? in yeong-bin's eyes, sieun was too much of a pest to just let him go, and too easy, too. sieun also never would go and whine to [name], meaning he was safe as long as [name] wasn't there to see.

[name] spared one glance at sieun, then dragged his stoic self to a bathroom.

he locked the door, pulling sieun in front of one of the various sinks set up.

sieun stayed staring at [name] through the mirror, while his boyfriend washed the same hands that touched yeong-bin. admittedly, [name] was too late to wake up by the time filth had touched his precious.

[name]'s arms were around sieun, chest to back, leaning his chin on sieun's shoulder. when he was done, he placed a smooch on seiun's cheek, pulling back just slightly with a scowl.

"what?" sieun questioned him, finally turning to face [name].

"you smell like that jerk's cheap cologne." with that [name] pulled sieun into a rough kiss, biting harshly into his lips and grabbing his face.

"hmph...! slower..."

[name] kissed him feverishly, slipping in his tongue and practically eating him until lewd noises echoed in the quiet bathroom. [name] pushed sieun against a wall, his hands wandering and slipping under sieun's cotton shirt. daringly, he brushed his finger against sieun's sensitive nub, pulling out even sweeter noises.

"ah!...mmh..."

sieun coloured deeply, gazing at [name] with a hooded gaze, feeling vulnerable and melting.

they would have gone further, probably, if sieun allowed it, but the school bell ringing made both of them flinch back in shock, finally finding breath and realising the mess on themselves.

sieun, dishelved and nearly shirtless, and the various red smudges across and around [name]'s lips because of the blood on sieun's lips.

[name] looked away, flushed and embarrassed, "i'll...i'll fix you up," he mumbled, reaching over to begin buttoning up sieun's shirt.

"this is your fault."

[name] willingly nodded his head, "...yes."

sieun continued to stare at him, up, down, and around. he slumped against the wall, leaving himself to [name], like he often has grown to do. trusting him completely and utterly.

there was no reason to blame [name] completely, after all, it takes two to tango, but he enjoyed the look on his face. shy, red, and obviously aroused.

"class will st—"'

"come to my house," he snuck a glance up, "later."

"...okay." red ears and a beating heart.

thump.

a sigh and another kiss.

yours only.

[todayitwillrainblood]

A MALE/GN!READER ACC!! AND YOU POST FOR WHC!!! GRAAAAH /silly

Hi, hello, good day! First of all i loved your posts, omg, thank you for the meal 🫶🏻 your sieun is such a cutie i love ‘em ☹️

And since is saw your requests are open, i wanted to maybe request something too!

i was thinking abt reader who’s really into music and loves to share their playlists w sieun to listen to them together everytime they can (a little against his will /lh) That to the point of one day reader catching sieun humming to one of these songs (one of their favorites perhaps? Who knows!); love his voice ueueue

Is this too long? I hope it wasn’t ougfy but thank you for reading it, and an even extra bigger thank you if you do take my request :]! Hearts hearts

a/n: “your sieun” 😭 my heart cant take this much love (///^///) i love the request, it’s adorable!! and it's not long at all!! i’ve read your ask at least five times before i started to write this fic, thank you soo much!! you made my day and night!

this lowkey became much longer and heartfelt than i intended it to, but i loved writing it and hope you love reading it! if it's too much feels, don't hesitate to send an ask, and i'd love to write another! i adore sieun, and you would be doing me a favour by sending in an ask. :3

★ candy-cane love; my sun,

☆ masterlist!

⟲ synopsis,

despite sieun's rock solid walls, [name] seems to have started to rub off on him!

★ “you give me butterflies, you know?”

— SIEUN HAS BEEN having trouble sleeping; [name] seems to have noticed. sieun didn't say anything truly, not that he would now often wake up with horror stories to tell and the blunt taste of exhaustion.

[name], however, did not need to be told.

it had started then, the summer before high school, [name] caught on and sought the first solution he trusted, seeing as it had worked for him—

a playlist.

the very first one he ever sent to sieun was a pure mess. it was testing the waters, trying to determine what sieun enjoyed; the latter had refused to be any help, by the way...

it ranged from pop, r&b, jazz, rap and even music that was practically softcore porn.

sieun was defeated, exhausted, but for [name]'s sake and his efforts, he sat through the two hours of the playlist. sometime between it, [name] had found him drifting deep into sleep on his apartment porch while waiting for [name] and listening to the songs he sent.

that was a very successful accomplishment, so he continued.

while sending him stray songs during the last month of vacation they both had left, [name] was making a couple more long playlists.

he felt prone to take care of sieun, look after him. truth to be told, [name] often found sieun's docile face to resemble a porcelain doll, and taking care of something as fragile as that came with that odd feeling.

"did you wait long?" sieun asked, walking up and begrudgingly into the embrace [name] offered outside their school gates.

[name]'s cheek squished against sieun's head as he rested his face on it, content to finally hold sieun, "no, i thought i was late, though. i was worried you'll be waiting."

sieun had extra duties lately, as his homeroom teacher barely trusted another student to carry them out. "how was your trip?"

"it was fine," silence, "i brought you souvenirs, let's go to my house?"

[name] lived alone with his sister, who spent all morning and afternoon in classes and all evening in internships; ergo, he was more or less always alone, except for dinner on occasions.

sieun hummed softly, burying his face as far as it would go into [name]'s chest. the warmth was welcoming, he almost found himself agreeing...but stopped.

"can't," he peeked up at [name], "i have class."

[name] pouted, upset in the way he was when he doesn't get to be with sieun every breathing moment—meaning, all the damn time.

he stared at sieun, debating his options, would he rather get yelled at by sieun now and get to spent the next couple hours with him. or part ways now and not get to see him until tomorrow (he was jetlacked so his option of sneaking in the middle of the night to see his boyfriend was off the table, unfortunately)?

you can guess which he chose.

he locked his arms under sieun's knees, picking him up and throwing him over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

sieun groaned, thrashing as much as he could with the grip [name] had on him, "let me go...! ugh!"

was he successful? well, he had a pen, but loved [name] too much to use it, so no, he was, in fact, not successful.

[name] grinned happily as he presented a box of mixtapes to sieun, "for you!"

they were very last century, but god, were they romantic.

"i spent hours picking half of these, and more hours making the other half," he admitted. half of the mixtapes in the box were old and of people who lived before them. a couple of them ([name]'s favourites) belonged to couples, they were adorned with department store tapes that were completely drawn over with hearts and other adornments.

"i couldn't find a walkman for these, but i replicated all of them digitally, so i'll send them to you soon!"

sieun was...speechless. he had gone through very unfortunate times just a year ago, and he was broken from that trance by a case of airpods and a boy with a smile of a thousand suns. he could hardly believe, sitting right now in front of [name], talking to him like they were married for decades, holding a worn box of mixtapes that might no longer have an outlet, but spoke to him like they were made for the both of them.

[name] was made for sieun. i mean, he had to be right? what other force could bring someone like [name] to sieun's dark life if not fate itself?

the other half. sieun was just left registering that he wasn't the only half.

he didn't mean for it, but his smile turned upside down the way it does when he's overwhelmed, and his eyes reddened, unshed tears filling them up.

[name] panicked, immediately coming to sieun's side and pulling into a hug where he could softly sob without being heard.

he didn't ask what was wrong; sieun would tell him when he thought best. he just stuck to rubbing warm circles on sieun's back, muttering so just he could hear, "shh, it's okay...i'm here, i'll protect you..."

sieun hated to be looked at while he cried, so [name] placed a kiss on every surface he could without lifting his face, every surface he could reach. he brushed back sieun's hair over and over, trying to envelope sieun in his warmth.

they ended up lying down, and sieun had fallen asleep after completely draining himself.

"don't cry anymore, i hate it when you cry..." [name] kissed the tear streaks on sieun's face, salt filling his mouth and his stomach disappearing in an endless pit of worries.

sieun had not yet told [name] why he had cried like that, truthfully, he wasn't sure how to put it, but he knew that—"i owe you my life and i'm not sure how to pay you back."—did not cut it.

so he secretly began learning all of [name]'s favorite songs. that was a language sieun knew would reach [name]. sieun was not the best singer; that was a painful fact. [name] always joked that his pretty face made up for it. and that was coming from a man who once sat through three hours of sieun singing; he was just too prideful to admit how cute he found it, and also because he believed sieun would stop if he did.

ding!

[name] had sent him another playlist. complete transparency, sieun had found [name]'s habits very annoying at the beginning, even though they had helped him sleep. at one point he was very close to strangling [name] because of the pure frustration he felt, that had amused [name] so much that that day he sent sieun another seven playlists just hoping to see his at-that-time-crush make that face again. (he was not successful, though...)

he downloaded it as soon as he got it, knowing [name] would whine later if he hadn't.

"idiot," he mumbled, a deep flush on his ears and neck as he gazed lovingly on the screen.

he continued the math problems he was solving, the soft scratching sounds echoing in the silence of his room, until his phone rang.

he had a special ringtone set for [name], a song he had loved from the very first playlist he had gotten, so he clearly didn't have to check and blindly picked up the phone.

"hello?"

—"are you free? i was gonna order takeout, but i can take you out to eat."

sieun sighed, "you eat out too much." he clasped shut the pen and began packing up, sticking the phone between his shoulder and ear as he talked into it, "i'll make you something, come over."

he could practically hear [name] immediately brightening up.

— "yeah! i'll bring us drinks and that ice cream we had last time. you liked it, didn't you?"

sieun tried biting back a smile, even though it was probably visible in his voice, "...yeah. do that, you'll be okay with miso soup? i have a few leftovers, too." he spoke softly, leaning against his desk as he continued to talk, completely relaxed.

— "okay! i'll be over soon, love you!"

— beep!

and the line cut.

how odd, having love like this and still believing it to be a dream.

as much as [name] liked sieun grumpy, he didn't do anything to annoy him while he was cooking. well, for obvious reasons, sieun had a lot of weapons at his disposal: fire, scorching utensils, flammable gas, and easily breakable glass.

[name] was a man swooned, but he was afraid when it was due. (plus, watching sieun cook for him like his little wife positively melted him.)

and thats when it happened, sieun believing [name] was on the couch watching that corny show, when truly it was just background noise at this point. [name] had abandoned it long ago and was just a counter away, watching sieun cook food for him.

[name] made him so comfortable that he had let down all his guards...and started humming????

it was a song [name] knew all too well, it was one he had on various occasions pointed out that he liked—loved.

he had sung it when confessing his love to sieun, guitar in hand, a microphone; the whole she-bang.

he also sang it, purposely terrible, when taking showers with sieun around.

his eyes widened, and he bit back a squeal. last thing he wanted was for sieun to realise he was so close by and stop again.

who cares if sieun can't sing well, who cares that he is so off tune that he once made [name] cry from laughter (that was a bad move by the way, sieun stayed angry and pouting for a week, sure it was cute, super, but he was so lonely without the hugs and kisses and cuddles, he swore never to do it again.), who would care when he looks like that. blushing like that, whimpering like that, and groaning like that (in privacy, however, [name] doesn't share.) [name] does not care.

he tiptoed back to his spot. the food was almost ready after all.

throughout the night, [name] fed mouthfuls of rice and miso soup to sieun, enjoying his puffy cheeks and soft, weak protests.

he grabbed sieun, pulling him so his back was to [name], and held him down to stop his thrashing, "i swear i'll tickle you!" a baseless threat.

"no!" sieun yelped out, immediately shutting his eyes and ready to accept all the nourishment his amazing boyfriend was giving him.

"sheesh, i swear you're so frail you'll just fall over one day, and who'll pick you up, huh? me! eat more!"

he stuffed another mouthful into sieun's mouth, and until the bowl was empty.

"phew, who needs cardio when i have a boyfriend like you?" [name] jabbed playfully, slumping against the soft cushions, sieun still on his lap and glaring back at him over his shoulder.

"and who needs enemies when i have you with those e—hey!"

sieun lunged at him with a throw-pillow, "i'll kill you!"

[name]'s laughter echoed throughout the otherwise empty apartment, dying when he noticed that their bodies had twisted and turned until sieun was on top of [name] (who was lying down), pillow still in hand.

sieun fumbled, his grasp weakening, and he moved to pull away, knowing he would that [name] grabbed onto his wrist and waist, pulling even closer.

"what's on your mind, baby?" he questioned, his voice butter. of course, he noticed, how could he not?

sieun looked away, letting the silence hang there for moments before he found the courage to speak, "i...never thanked you..."

[name] let out a noise, somewhere between confusion and puzzlement, "why would you ever do that?"

sieun, against his best wishes, pouted, "for helping me sleep."

quite short, but he really can't thank the man for saving his life, now c'mon.

[name] chuckled, "back then, your way of saying thank you was almost choking me?"

sieun actually gasped, "i told you to forget about that!"

believe me, the voices and faces [name] brings forth from him are beyond comprehension for sieun.

he hit against [name]'s chest, "i'm thanking you, because i owe you... everything," he admitted, voice barely there, despite the determination in his eyes.

[name] grabbed onto sieun's face, bringing him closer so their noses were touching, "you did thank me. you're dating me, loving me, and humming my favourite songs while cooking food for me. what more could i ask for? i have happiness in the form of my human right here."

sieun coloured so deep, he thought he would pass out, he buried his face in [name] chest, fisting his shirt and mumbling 'idiot' over and over.

sieun had the sun to himself, and he was being praised for being the moon; how amusing.

[todayitwillrainblood]

★ watermelon, sugar, and your kiss,

☆ masterlist!

☾ beta-reader! : 🌸 (anon)

⟲ synopsis;

18+ johan seong hates fighting in front of you, but wouldn't mind fighting you. or, where, m!reader and johan get to some funny business in a dark alleyway.

★ "but we be so smitten, it's crazy..."

— IT HAD BEEN like this for long. johan had met [name] while coming in as a 'saviour' in a street fight.

[name] had grown up in a house of martial arts masters; nearly everyone in his family, from siblings, parents, to grandparents, had chosen an art and stuck to it with a bite.

naturally, [name], growing up in that situation, had taken up MMA very early on. he found street fights to be tedious and shameful to hold, considering it a disgrace to his art.

so, when he was cornered by a bunch of thugs late at night, he had held off a fight and intended to do so for as long as possible.

but he got himself a 'saviour'. one he didn't need, but appreciated at that time, after all, he wouldn't want his clothes to be dirty.

the first thing said to him was...

"don't be stupid and walk around with that jacket and flashy shoes, you're basically asking for trouble."

'oh? interesting...'

johan and [name], through a series of chance encounters, had gotten close.

johan now knew about what his boyfriend did, and his prominent public reputation. he had grown to hate fighting in front of [name].

one night, they had been strolling for long hours, the night was cold in their mouths, and leaving seemed far.

it was also a night where trouble found them.

they were completely cornered, guess [name]'s flamboyant attire had attracted more than they wanted.

"stay back."

"gladly, i love this jacket."

what a brat, but definitely one with too many silver spoons in his mouth.

call it a dirty secret, but [name] loved watching johan fight, and more so, he loved the heat that came with it.

a thumping heart, and an all too familiar knock on his head.

'damn, i'm hard again.'

he was feeling too greedy to wait until they got home, so he pulled johan silently, after he finished the men, and maneuvered the streets until he reached a dark and relatively cleaner area. however clean an alleyway gets at least.

"i need you, please..." [name] breathed out, pressing his lips to johan's neck.

johan's eyes widened, he spluttered, flustered, "n-now...? again?! but we're outside!"

"please," [name] kissed him full on the lips, lewd noises echoing about, "please... i promise I'll be quick..."

he licked johan's lips, giving it a little bite before sucking on it. sweet and sweeter noises escaped johan's lips, all getting swallowed by [name]'s insatiable mouth.

"mmh...fuck..." he let out lowly, grabbing johan's waist and pulling him in closer. instinctively, johan's arms wrapped around [name]'s neck.

johan’s resolve crumbling, he found himself slowly giving in.

"don't stop...ahh.."

"heh, it would be a crime if i did," [name] placed red love bites all over his neck, stretching the neckline of his tee so he could reach lower and across his collarbones.

[name] pulled on johan's trousers, taking them off and plopping them on his bag on the ground.

"relax," [name] ran soothing circles over johan's hips. he pulled down his boxers up until johan's knees.

"hold steady," [name] guided johan's legs to tighten around his waist, his back rubbing harshly against the wall.

"[name]...hurry," johan breathed out, strained, his body quivering.

[name] liked his lips, "gladly."

he rubbed his thumb over johan's rim, relishing the way it felt puffy still, a product of their coupling just the previous night.

[name] hummed lowly, pushing in a finger, "c'mon, relax for me..."

johan pushed the back of his hand to his mouth, swallowing down his noises. tears of overwhelmed pleasure filled his eyes, making them pearly.

tentatively, [name] added in another finger, stretching the slick walls.

"huh, i won't even need lube..." the comment made johan flustered, gasping.

"you—!" johan thumped a fist against [name]'s chest, flinching as [name] hit a particularly sweet spot, "ah!"

"feel good? hah..." [name] kissed johan deep, slipping in his tongue. he hummed into the kiss, "so...good ahh..."

"i'll put it in, okay?" [name] tightened the grip johan had on him. securing him while lining the tip to his hole.

"breathe for me, love," [name] pushed in the tip, inching in deeper and deeper. his breath hitched, eyes hazing over, "so good—for me, ungh—"

"too much!" johan gasped out, thin streaks of tears streaming down his face.

"shh, i won't move until you tell me." it was hard to breathe. all they could feel was each other and the cold night.

johan buried his face in [name]'s neck, breathing in and out, "y-you can move..." he choked out. gripping harder on the fabric of [name]'s jacket.

[name] rolled his hips shallowly, before pulling out halfway and thrusting in again. his hips maneuvered expertly, all his favourite spots memorised and carved in.

"you like it here don't you?"

johan's body jerked with every thrust, "ahh..ngh...hah—mmh...ungh..."

"ri-right there...!" he rolled his hips forward, his eyes rolling back and body slumping pliant against [name]. his hands tightened around [name]'s neck, choking out a last ecstasy of his name before they both reached the edge.

maybe the reason johan stopped fighting in front of [name] is because he doesn't always want to end up fucking in some alley, no matter how thrilling.

[todayitwillrainblood]

★ hold me close and closer,

tw! : mentions of smoking.

☆ masterlist!

⟲ synopsis;

where sieun decided he's had enough of his boyfriend smoking cigs.

★ "they say i'm tragically obsessed, hot mess..."

— "YOU'RE STILL SMOKING?" Sieun asked, walking closer with weighted steps and a stone face.

"i thought i told you to stop," [name] looked down, suddenly shy and definitely ashamed.

he was pouting, putting out the cigarette with a step of his feet, "...i'm sorry."

sieun let out a sigh, staring at him the way he does when he disapproves.

he extended his hand, "give me the pack."

[name] looked up with a jolt, "but—"

"give it to me."

just because sieun is a head shorter doesn't mean he's not scarier, okay?!

[name] lets out a defeated huff, sighing and pouting and giving up his two packs of cigarettes.

"give me the rest; the ones in your house and on your bike."

"how demanding," [name] mused, the coldness of sieun's voice was bringing forth a familiar heat in [name]'s abdomen, one he wasn't against.

he grabbed the one he stashed in his bike, obediently handing them over, and then they both walked to [name]'s apartment. [name]'s father was a doctor, usually taking shifts late into the night, and his mother was often away on business trips. meaning, he was mostly alone.

it took some time, but [name] retrieved two cigarette packs hidden away in his closet.

"that's all," a sharp look from sieun, "...i promise."

[name] watched silently as sieun dumped all of them in the bin, not the one in his house, but the one a twenty-minute walk away from his house.

"follow me," sieun said, and [name] did, like a dog with a wagging tail.

they reached the store where [name] buys all his cigarettes from. at this point, sieun was dragging him because he 'skipped my classes for this.'

all the way to the back, sieun took five huge boxes of lollipops, and two tubes of strawberry toothpaste.

"i'm paying," he was adamant.

he squared down the cashier, grabbing [name]'s face (who was behind him), and bringing it forward. [name] lifted an eyebrow, amused, but didn't say anything.

"you sell cigarettes to him?" he questioned.

"oh, yeah. you want another pack, i gotcha'," he dared to grab a pack, despite sieun's narrowed eyes.

"look at him, and tell me how old he is," sieun demanded.

the cashier paused, gulped, and replied shakily, "...twenty-one?"

sieun scoffed, "he's seventeen." he finally let go of [name]'s face, who rubbed his jaw, wincing slightly.

"no, he's not!"

"oh? did he tell you he was twenty-one?" sieun knew how [name]'s mind worked; if he was asked for ID, he would've given up then and there, but if he got what he wanted without asking, he would've continued.

"he did." the cashier spoke, quite frankly afraid and lying.

"you're lying. who is your manager, and how old are you."

"no!" the cashier protested, now profusely sweating, "i seriously need this job, please don't do that!"

"i shouldn't have to repe—"

"c'mon, baby, let him go, i swear i won't smoke anymore," [name] placed a hand on top of sieun's head, calming him immediately and pulling him into his own warm body heat.

"if you don't want anything happening to you, quit selling this stuff without checking IDs," sieun glared, and for the last time too because [name] covered his eyes, receiving a protesting yelp, payed for the lollipops and toothpaste, grabbed them and left the store with sieun carried princess-style in his arms.

sieun frailed his legs weakly, opening his mouth to yell, probably, or threaten, but [name] shushed him by stuffing a sweet-caramel lollipop past his lips.

'how cute.'

"d'nt foget t' 'rush yor teth" ("don't forget to brush your teeth.")

[todayitwillrainblood]

★ sunflowers for your head,

a/n : spoliers for the manga! (to all the anime-only watchers!)

☆ masterlist!

⟲ synopsis;

water aside, the only thing that calms down the evil eye (jashi) is fighting okarun...and [name]'s food. ➝ or, m!reader is an amazing cook, and let's the evil eye take full advantage of that!

★ "when it comes to a snack-pack, i cant lie...i wanna ride! (can i ride?)"

— IT WAS ANOTHER tuesday. okarun had carried out his promise and fought jashi, the latter left defeated and pouting.

however, instead of retreating back, and allowing jiji to take over the body again, jashi walked into the house, where [name] sat, drinking tea along with seiko.

"hm?" [name] hummed in confusion, 'wasn't jiji supposed to be here?'

jashi slumped to his knees, whining softly, "feed me, I'm tired." and looked at [name] with those big, totally innocent eyes, and adorably puffed cheeks. how could he refuse?

[name]'s heart softened, afterall, jashi was just a vengeful child spirit. and, he agreed.

"okay, i'll make you something before you go."

as [name] was cooking, jashi loomed above him, like a curious (and kicked) puppy.

while cream stew was cooking on the stove, [name] quickly prepared two onigiri for jashi to eat as the rest of the food was getting ready, not wanting him to be absolutely starving.

and prepared noodles, along with pickled radish.

as he was cutting various vegetables, jashi, who was slightly bored wrapped his hands around [name]'s waist, resting his head on his shoulder, and silently watched him work.

[name] gulped, feeling heat creep up to his head, he picked up a chopped piece of carrot, bringing it to jashi's mouth, "here, try this, they are very sweet this time around."

"hm?" jashi took a bite, lighting up and happily stuffing the rest of the carrot into his mouth.

"more?"

"hm!" ( :3 )

[name] chuckled, and as the night went on, he fed him more, as various foods were getting ready, he tasted it first, then gave spoonfuls to jashi.

"try this."

"this one is ready."

"hmm! It's a little salty, but it's good."

[name] blew on some rice, making sure it wasn't scorching before giving it to jashi, "i made it with chicken broth so it's tastier."

with every mouthful, jashi grew happier and happier and even more happier and the happiest.

and happy.

anyway, it took a couple of minutes but [name] quickly set up the table and gave his chopsticks to jashi. there were only a few pairs of household chopsticks in the house, one for each person that lived there, and [name] got one since he moved to momo's house. they all had the initials of the person's name of them, along with individually carved designs.

there was also a huge box of wooden chopsticks that were usually only for one use, but [name] didn't want to give that to jashi since they often had splinters in them.

'oh?'

jashi stared very confused at the pair of chopsticks, but never lifted them up or touched the food, waiting like an obedient dog???

"do you not like it?" [name] couldn't tell what to feel.

jashi softly shook his head and confessed, "i want to eat."

[name] hummed in skepticism and blabbered an incoherent string of words.

another beat passed by and a light gleamed in [name]'s head, "ohh! you can't use the chopsticks!" he concluded.

"okay, let me," [name] mixed some stew in with the sticky rice, and picked up some along with a tiny piece of the pickled radish and fed it to jashi, "good?"

jashi nodded happily, his cheeks blushing and his eyes shining bright. "yeah!"

[name] enjoyed feeding him, happy to find that jiji and the evil eye had very similar appetites.

after the food was cleared, [name] said, "oh! i bought some orange juice this morning, you should try it!"

he quickly poured him a glass, "here."

jashi worded it out, then nodded like a disciplined child and gulped it down, giddily licking his lips after.

"oi! [name], it's been long," seiko said from her seat just some feet away, "you should bring back jiji."

[name] perked up, looking at the clock hanging nearby, seiko was right, it had been over two hours. (cooking good food and feeding it takes long, okay?! (///^///))

"oh..." [name] turned to jashi, feeling slight remorse, "you...you should bring back jiji..."

[name] clutched at the hem of his shirt, looking down.

oddly, jashi was feeling shy; he wanted to say thank you.

once, he had accidentally switched with jiji in the middle of the latter watching a romance film. the male lead had thanked the female lead in a...special way. jashi didn't know better, but he felt it to be right.

he grabbed [name]'s forearm, pulling him in so they met chest-to-chest and placed a kiss on his lips.

it was soft, young, and lasted barely more than a blink.

he was gone right after, leaving a dazed and confused jiji and a [name] red in the face.

[the-real-nikki19]

a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

[rose-of-pollux]

Reblog if you're a writer who doesn't use AI.

[todayitwillrainblood]

the day i use AI for my writing, is the day i would actually kms in pure shame

[todayitwillrainblood]

Haii, i see your request are open!!

Cuz I miss Johan Seong from Lookism, can I request Johan seong with male reader gives compliments and says "its like looking at a piece of heaven" to johan, please..

Actually looking forward to it cuz you write for male readers!! Im so thankfull for that tho, and Thank you for reconsidering writing this for me. Here flowers 🐯🫸💐

a/n : that is such a cute idea!! honestly glad you gave me this, I loved writing it! here's a heart for you — ♡ (mwah!~) and I hope you don't mind, but that flower is going on my pinned post T-T

★ the stars, the comets; they do not compare,

☆ masterlist!

⟲ synopsis;

m!reader picks a fight with some bullies (for johan's sake), and then gets coddled like a baby later because johan thinks he is too precious. :3

— IT WAS TRULY an unfortunate situation, bleeding like so for my sake alone. I'm sure it hurts, but darling; you give too much.

For the seventh time today, [name] felt a familiar ache in his head, thumping and throbbing.

"god damn it!" he kicked another one of those bark-no-bite-bullies, and leaned against the cold stone wall.

picking this fight, it was obvious who would win, a crazed fight god's lover, or a bunch of high school kids who could only suck on cigrattes. that was before about ten more people had decided to join the fight, as a backup.

don't get him wrong, this was easy peasy, he had fought off far more people, but due to the lack of their expertise, these people clung to their dirty tricks. like the nasty cut on [name]'s calf, or the one on his palm.

he would persist, only...fifteen more to go.

meanwhile, johan was left increasingly confused and concerned. he was supposed to meet up with [name] a good hour ago; they were supposed to stroll in the park with ice creams and then attend the festival nearby.

he frowned softly, picked up his phone and directed to a corny soulmate-finding app vasco had forced both of them to download. it did finally come in handy, huh?

it took a minute to find where [name] was, and another ten to reach there.

now, just imagine the pure hatred in johan's heart, imagine the first thing he sees when he comes to the place is his whole entire world bleeding on the floor, past way too many verges of passing out.

he took a deep breath and went all hell loose.

safe to say, none of those boys are stepping any closer to [name] or his school without at least checking in with god first.

"why did you do it?"

unfortunate cases had led to johan learning how to bandage up a wound so it does not sting or infect. he had never imagined himself bandaging [name]'s wound, or asking him why he picked a fight, but he did, with a heavy heart.

[name] pouted, feeling foolish, "they...were talking shit..." and much quieter, "about you."

a beat, and another, and johan burst into uncharacteristic laughs, tiny and full of mirth.

"hey!" [name] whined, pushing against him weakly.

"you picked a fight for me?" the cold breeze hit them again, on [name]'s patio. (well his parents' but shhh)

"is that so surprising?" [name] gawked, "well, you would have picked one for me, too, hm?"

johan hummed happily, still foreign to this feeling, he ruffled [name]'s unruly hair, "yes, i would have."

[name] frowned again, feeling his words were getting nowhere, he grabbed johan's hand, warm against his palm, and raised himself just a little higher and straighter on his knees.

"do you know what i see when i look at you?"

a pause, and a confused tilt from johan's side, "it's like looking at a piece of heaven..." [name] mumbled out.

[name] placed a kiss to the back of johan's hand, "do you realise just how empowering it is to have so much all for me? how could i not protect you? i may not be very strong, but you make me..." his voice a lot softer now, shy but not trembling.

"i can hold you like this, and kiss you like this...(mmh)...and i still cannot wrap my head around it," [name] chuckled, how silly, "it takes me over the moon...you take me over the moon."

johan's eyes were shining, not tears of sadness or regret, just unadulterated happiness. "it does?" he gulped, his voice didn't crack, but he gripped on harder.

"johan...i love you."

[name] leaned in, hugging onto him tight, and burying his face in the column under johan's throat, "and if fighting a bunch of idiots comes along with it, i would do that and more a hundered times over."

"i love you, too."