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WHY ARE WE STILL TAGGING OTHER CHARACTERS IN OUR 'X READER'?!?!
IF THEY ARE NOT THE MAIN COUPLE STOP TAGGING THEM!!!!
Do you know how disappointing it is to think you've found a fic for a specific character only for it to BE FOR SOMEONE ELSE COMPLETELY!?!?
Yesss
My favorite endgame
I’m crying this is something baku would say😭😭
This is how I've been moving the last 2 weeks
໒꒱ wished i was stronger
summary : in which he didn’t mean to hurt you in the middle of a fight
park humin x 𝒻!reader ★ warnings : mentions of violence blood injuries use of profanities harassment (not by baku) reader gets hurt & is faint-hearted hurt no comfort
᭙ƈ 1.2k+ | ♯ note : hi luviesss! missed yall ): this was inspired by baku’s 1 vs 10000 guys fight at the bowling alley hahaha. in fact my favourite scene 🖤 i hope you’ll like this!
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𓂋 ׅ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𓈒 ﹗ "baku," you called him. "baku!" you tried again, a little louder this time.
the sight was morbid. your boyfriend kept landing hard, deliberate blows on the jyuil's face, possessed with fury. truth be told, deep down you knew that he deserved it.
it wasn't the first time he had crossed your boundaries. it was clear that you were in a relationship with park humin but this joker, is an idiot. he had tried to court you multiple times, and each of those times humin had been patient. it surprised you that he could cage his green-eyed monster.
school finally ended and you were on the way to meet your boyfriend. when walking down the hallway, suddenly, an arm slung around your shoulder. a scent of cigarettes followed. it felt wrong: the arm was cold. bony. not someone you recognised. you nudged the person off your body immediately. you felt your stomach dropped when you saw who it was.
"what's wrong with you jyuil!" you snapped.
sounds of cackles replied you. "you look lonely y/n. come, let me accompany you home!" the curly haired man smiled.
you cringed at the thought. jyuil then approached you and held your hand.
"don't jyuil—" you tried to yank off his iron grip.
"you shouldn't have rejected me darling,"
"don't you get it? i don't want you!" you bite back. "get off me—"
"i see the way you look at me when baku isn't around. don't lie to me y/n," jyuil laughed hysterically. "pretty girls shouldn't lie."
despite his lean figure, he was unpredictably strong. you winced as the pressure around your wrist intensified. jyuil cuffed your other arm and pinned your figure against the lockers. that knocked out the air out of your lungs.
jyuil was out of control.
you attempted to shove him off but this man wouldn't budge an inch. fear slowly consumed you. the pain around your limbs were unbearable. you couldn't feel your hands anymore.
"i'm better than that shithead y/n! when will you realise that? tell me what you want. money? gifts? i'll give it all to you!" his voice thundered in the hallways.
jyuil then came close to your ear and whispered, "i'm— bigger— than him, y/n. isn't that what you pretty girls like?" his disgustingly hot breath tingled your neck.
"fuck you!" tears welled up in your eyes, feeling helpless. "you're fucking insane! this is why no one likes your ass!" you hissed back at him.
"you"ll regret saying that," jyuil flared his nostrils at your words. "i think it's time i teach you a lesson." he clipped.
"jyuil please get off of me— AH!" you pleaded, trembling in fear.
in a quick movement, the taller man raised his hand. the pupils of his amber eyes narrowed. you flinched away and threw your forearms across your face, bracing for the strike.
but it never came.
you heard a loud crunch of cartilage accompanying with a quick whoosh of air.
a big yelp echoed the walls.
a familiar man, broad back was in your view when you opened your eyes. the terror that filled you earlier disappeared and it was replaced with security. a few inches away from you was jyuil, on the floor, groaning in pain. he was clutching his cheek and rolling his body on the ground.
"humin-" you said hoarsely.
in a swift motion, your boyfriend got on top of jyuil and grabbed his the collar of his shirt. he didn't hear you.
"i thought i made it fucking clear," the big man spoke in an eerily calm manner.
"told you nicely to fuck off! "humin swung his arm and collided his fist multiple times to jyuil's face. his head snapped to the side as he let out an agonising cry. you jumped at the horrifying sound.
“asshole!” the bigger man roared into jyuil’s ear.
dark thick red liquid stained humin's knuckles. jyuil's rolled his eyes back and his mouth lolled to the side. blood splattered everywhere.
"baku, park humin! that's enough!" you yelled.
you quickly reached for his arm, trying to hold him back from swinging another blow. you hugged him tightly, desperate for him to snap out of it.
"park humin—"
in a blink of an eye, your back slammed against the metal lockers. you groaned in agony as you felt a sharp pain stabbed the side of your head. you squeezed your eyes shut and your hands gripped the throbbing area.
"y-y/n."
you forced your eyes open at the sound of your boyfriend's haggard voice. there was a sudden weakening in your knees but you fought the urge to collapse. your hands were against the lockers to keep yourself steady.
"shit- are you okay? i'm sorry. y/n- tell me you're okay—" he rambled.
"i'm fine. you've done enough. please just stop," you cut him off.
humin dark brown eyes frantically scanned your whole body as he rose from the floor. "i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to," his hands reached out towards you. "baby, i'm sorry."
your breath hitched when you felt his warm hand grasping yours. you didn't reciprocate his touch. you just … couldn't. humin noticed. of course he did. so, he let go. the loss of warmth made your heart ache.
you shouldn't be feeling this way. it's literally humin that we're talking about. yet the crimson red on his knuckles disturbed your faith in him. you glanced at jyuil: in the middle of the hallway, he lay unconscious on the floor. nose crooked. a crescent bruise blooming on his cheek bone. his collar torn and shirt stained dark red. it made your stomach churn.
humin stepped in front of you, blocking your line of sight. he hid his bloodied knuckle behind his back. you were met with an expression on humin's face that hurt more than your head. your lips quivered.
"i … i lost control. i didn't listen— i thought i was protecting you but instead, i hurt you too." his tone of voice was regretful. "it's my fault. i was being reckless. i shouldn't have made you look,"
he took a deep shaky breath.
"but it's me, y/n. i … i wouldn't do that to you." his voice wavered as he shook his head.
tears filled your eyes again. you knew that but why can't you seem to shake off the uncertainty? if only you were a little stronger, this wouldn't have happened. you simply hummed in response. you didn't trust yourself to speak without breaking down. you didn't want to make matters worse.
"can you walk? i'll bring you to the nurse's office. or i can call hyeri, or juntae? if … if that makes you feel better. your call." he suggested. his voice lost confidence towards the end of his words.
"it's okay. i'm okay. i think i'll just head home," you mumbled.
“are you sure?” your boyfriend asked.
“yeah, i’m fine.” you just needed to get out of here.
humin nodded almost immediately. "text me when you're home? … please?" he asked softly.
"y-yeah." you smiled weakly before heading out.
each step home was hell. your body felt heavy. your wrists evidently raw from roughness. your head was pulsating painfully. the fight was still scored in your mind. how do you face him after this? you witnessed a rogue side of him, and clearly he knew your fear of him. upon reaching home, you collapsed on the floor of your living room. you curled yourself up in a fetal position, slowly, tears escaped your eyes. exhaustion consumed you and for a moment, you forget the ordeal you went through.
Oh to be a girl in the 80s waiting for her boyfriend to climb through her window is my dream
When you're writing a story and notice your characters have gone off-script, formed a rebellion, and are coming against you.
should've been there.
female!na'vi reader x neteyam. 2.1k wc
read more neteyam fluff heree 🫣
summary: fluffery! reader is openly paired with neteyam in the clan, but not yet mated. when a group of hunters begin mocking reader (and even flirting with her…), specifically about neteyam’s restraint to bond, he overhears and grows angry.
oooo yeah possessive neteyam… I like it. first try at an avatar fic lmk what we think.
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
the bond between you and neteyam has never been questioned, evident in the way you are never seen apart. even when you are, it still thrives in the small things; glances across the woven huts, the permanent bracelets engraved with shared initials. everyone in the clan knows you are paired, most not minding the fact that the mating ceremony has not yet been enacted. there is no rush between you two on this journey, a journey guided by eywa’s steady breath.
so, when the training rotations shift for a week, it feels insignificant. hunters are reassigned, paths diverge for a few days, and you’re placed in one group whilst neteyam leads elsewhere. you kiss his cheek before parting when he hugs you tight, promising to meet later, neither of you thinking twice about the situation.
“see you soon, sevin.”
“soon, ma’sayrìp.”
your friends giggle around you, his own mirroring the actions.
you trust him completely, and he trusts you impossibly more. it’s only a temporary separation, nothing more than duty, but it’s the first time in a while that you’re not glued to his side. neither of you realize how much that small distance is about to matter.
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your new group is made up of familiar faces, young hunters like you with reputations that shine brighter than their smiles. ra’vir grins too wide when you step closer to the senior hunter to hear the instructions. his friend tsìkal, equally as dickish, elbows him lightly as they share a whispered joke. they offer to show you the path, even though you already know it.
“easy work today, a lucky group we have.” ra’vir says casually. you laugh softly, assuming he’s referring to the training. it doesn’t take long for the tone to switch. whispers trail behind you when you walk ahead, low and mocking. you’ve always been aware of the curiosity around the ‘delayed’ bonding of you and neteyam, but in your opinion it couldn’t come close to being a problem. interrupting your thoughts, xeytu’s voice carries enough to be heard,
“she’s still waiting, huh?” followed by quiet laughter. tsìkal glances past you, towards neteyam’s group in the far distance who are starting their trek, smirking.
“strange.” he adds. you don’t understand their jokes and don’t want to provoke them either, so again you just smile, adjusting your gear, unaware of the glances exchanged behind your back.
the comments grow bolder as the hours pass, and at times physically bold. xetyu reaches out without asking, fingers tracing the curve of your bow as he inspects it.
“light,” he says, tugging it before you pull away from him. “delicate, like you. has he taught you to use it properly?”
you tighten your grip, calm on the surface even as you feel unease rise in your heart. tsìkal snorts.
you maintain composure.
“we have taught each other. it is not so difficult, or did you need help learning, xeytu?”
the others laugh at your remark, eyes lingering too long on you instead of the targets infront. you step away, straighten your shoulders and move with a quiet confidence. you’ve trained too long to be shaken by a few loud mouths, especially those that come from hunters much less competent than you are.
ra’vir steps into your space again, this time deliberately brushing your shoulder to test how much you’ll yield. tsìkal laughs under his breath and nudges you lightly with his elbow, enough to throw you off your balance. you scoff and take a large step forward again, muttering a quiet ‘please, stop.’
“you’re patient. more than most would be.” ra’vir teases. “you know, I’d never leave you waiting like he does.”
“I’m not waiting for anything, ra’vir. I trust in our path, to question it is to question eywa.”
your jaw tightens, and your knuckles turn pale with the force you use to hold your arrows. xeytu reaches for your wrist as if to calm you, fingers lingering far longer than necessary.
“easy, taronyutsyìp.” (little hunter) he murmurs. “he’s just saying what we’re all thinking.”
something angry flashes through you. in irritation, you twist in one smooth motion, freeing the threaded cap of your knife as you turn to a still. as ra’vir skips to follow you, his hand catches on the edge of the blade. there’s a sharp groan as he jerks back, his other hand lifting to assess the bleeding. you smirk and tuck your knife back in your side.
“what are you thinking now? skxwang.”
tsìkal, aggresive in nature, snaps.
“who the fuck do you think you are-“
sa’niri moves fast, stepping between you and them with a sharp hiss. she’s older, a senior hunter who they wouldn’t dare to cross.
“enough,” she shouts. “have you forgotten where you are?”
ra’vir’s head drops to the ground, already backing away.
“we- we were just talking.”
her eyes flick to the cut on his hand.
“you don’t touch what isn’t yours, child.” xeytu scoffs at this, mumbling something under his breath. sa’niri notices.
“say it louder. let everyone hear.” she says. xeytu looks up, ears dropping in shame as he finds the dissapointed eyes of the other hunters around, judging.
silence.
“go. you are dismissed from here.” she commands, and they do, retreating back into the woods where they can no longer be watched.
“are you alright, tsmuke?” (sister) her voice now soft.
“I’m okay. thank you, sa’niri.” you hug her briefly, before being pestered by hunting friends about what the hell had just happened.
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a few skips away, neteyam’s rotation ends much earlier than expected, his group dismissed while the sun is still high. he walks back toward the eating fire with his other hunting friends, the conversation light until lo’ak approaches.
“hey,” he says. “I heard what happened, she okay?”
neteyam keeps walking but there’s a halt in his step.
“why wouldn’t she be?”
lo’ak exhales, knowing how this could potentially go wrong.
“ra’vir, tsìkal, xeytu…? got sent back. sa’niri schooled them. they were messing with her… talking about you.”
now he stops. the muscles in neteyam’s jaw flex hard. his hand grips on lo’aks shoulder.
“is she hurt? where is she now?”
“she’s still training, bro. she’s fine.” he added quickly. “she handled it, ‘heard ra’vir caught a nice scar.”
neteyam turns without another word, furious knowing that you had to use your blade to defend yourself against these fucking pricks. lo’ak catches his arm.
“neteyam, they’re gone I said. she’s safe now.”
he snatches his arm back, eyes dark.
“that does not mean it is finished.”
he finds them near the edge of the swing tree, already miles ahead of lo’ak. the moment they see him, colour drains from their faces, tails wrapping around their own legs in fear of what’s to come.
neteyam is older, larger, marked with responsibility that they have not encountered yet. when he pushes ra’vir lightly with his finger, his back hits the tree. no one speaks.
“what did you think you were doing, exactly?”
ra’vir swallows. tsìkal shifts his weight between legs, xeytu hiding behind with eyes fixed on his feet.
neteyam steps closer.
“you touched her?” he’s controlled, even calm when he speaks, which somehow makes it worse.
“we didn’t mean-“ tsìkal starts.
“no.” neteyam shoves him without warning, hard enough that he slams into xeytu. the sound echoes and none of them dare to move.
“you do not mean anything with her,” he spits. “you do not look at her. you do not speak her name.”
xeytu’s voice breaks when he speaks.
“neteyam, we were joking. we are sorry.” neteyam drives his fist into the tree beside his head, splintering wood.
“you joked about what is mine. my mate.”
lo’ak has caught up now, pulling neteyam back.
“bro! stop this. now.”
neteyam is about to speak again when he feels jake’s presence. he steps in close, hand firm on neteyam’s shoulder.
“what is it, boy? you wanna tell me what the hell happened?”
neteyam looks up at him, his chest rising and falling with a harsh pace. he starts to ramble, “they put their dirty hands on her. she had to draw her blade. I couldn’t be there- training-“
“I got it.” jake’s eyes harden as he looks at the boys up and down, taking in their fear, their shame. he pulls neteyam back by the arm, firm but lenient as they walk off together.
the hunters are left standing there, shaken, humiliated, fully aware that everyone will know why they were dismissed, and which family they wrongfully crossed.
“you did the right thing, son. but you lead, starting now. we handle this different, the right way.”
neteyam nods once, the anger settling but not fading entirely.
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dark blue has crept over the sky of pandora once your training is complete. you rush to hometree to find neteyam, but he isn’t there, and he isn’t at his family hammock either. so, you find him where you expect to next, far enough from kelutral that the sounds of the clan fade into leaves and glowing biodiversity. he’s sitting with his back against a slanted rock, its coarse surface blanketed with sparkling moss. his eyes are closed, and with your feather-light walk he does not sense your approach.
“hey,” you say softly.
he looks up immediately, relief flashing across his face. his shoulders drop instantly and he feels his anger drain into something softer.
“hey, ma’tsawke. come here.”
you barely had time to kneel before his hands were on you, his thumbs brushing your arms, shoulders, checking for anything out of place. he kissed your head and pulled you close to him.
“ngatxoa,” (im sorry) he hums.
“I hate that I wasn’t there, baby.” he speaks quietly, but the guilt is loud. the sound of his voice, coated with the velvet of his na’vi accent, resembles a purring when he talks to you… baby… the english term that he used frequently, caused a purple flush to appear on the tips of your ears and nose.
“I’m okay,” you say softly, letting him check all of the planes of your skin. “I promise.”
“I know,” he says, quick. “I know you can handle yourself.” his hand slides to your waist, effortlessly pulling you into his lap. “that doesn’t stop this from eating at me.”
he leans his forehead into yours, breathing you in.
“seeing you right now… I don’t want to let go.” his voice drops.
you smile faintly. “nete’, you’re squeezing me really hard.”
“yes,” he admits. “I need to.” his fingers trail up your back, drawing patterns into your soft skin. “I missed you today. too much.”
you tuck closer into his chest. “I missed you too.”
he presses a kiss into your hair, then your head, then your nose. then, he lets his forehead rest on yours again.
“they didn’t hurt you, sevin?”
you try to shake your head. “no. just made me uncomfortable.” his grip on you becomes the slightest bit tighter.
“what did they say to you?” he asks. you sigh in response.
“please, baby.” he says gently. “I want to know.”
you smile, nails tracing the curves in the braids that fell in-front of his face.
“they called me taronyutsyìp,” you huff softly. “as if I didn’t earn my place there.”
he doesn’t interrupt.
“and they kept touching my things,” you continue. “my bow. my hand.” you glance up at him. “I didn’t like it.”
silence settles between you, tense but controlled. his hands curl slowly, then relax again, like he’s forcing himself to stay calm.
your hands rest on his shoulders.
“ma’teyam,” you say quietly. “tell me what you’re really thinking.”
he exhales through his nose.
“I’m angry,” he starts. “not at you. never.”
“I hate that they spoke to you like that.” a pause.
“and I hate that they touched you at all.”
you lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, then another at the corner of his mouth.
“I see you, neteyam.”
“I see you, yawne.”
you kiss him properly this time, feeling the tension escape him with your touch. his hands leave your back to hold your face, pulling you deeper into his lips with the most gentle force.
“you’re the only one that matters to me.” you murmur against him. you feel the corners of his mouth curl into a smile, and you pull away to admire the sight.
“there’s my pretty boy.” you coo, pointer finger stroking along the edge of his jaw.
his breath shudders out, tension finally easing as he pulls you closer, forehead resting against yours again.
“you’re perfect, my syulang. always so sweet.”
RIP Neil W. Perry, you would've HATED how you'd get called Mr. Perry even more as you grew up
He's the type to take his wife's name
“I asked ChatGPT” well I asked mr keating and he said “poetry, beauty, romance, love. these are what we stay alive for.”
You seem pretty dead for a boy who loves to live
quietly, with you - neteyam sully x omatikaya!reader
: ˚⋆✮ in which: neteyam finds peace in your presence and you find a home in his family. (established relationship)
: ˚⋆✮ a/n: trying to write as much as possible before I get super busy lol! send reqs and maybe ill try writing for someone else? not sure rn but yeah! wc is around 750
you felt him before you saw him. heavy tension sat in the atmosphere, neteyam’s tight shoulders hunched as he approached you.
“it’s quiet here” he softly whispers, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your torso as you move your head to allow him to rest his chin on your shoulder, basking in your presence.
“that’s why I picked it” he doesn’t reply, instead starting to place little kisses on your collarbone. no one ever comes to this riverside, it being quite far from the village.
Imagine meeting someone who never gives up on you. Someone who sees you for the first time, or even talks to you for the first time, and decides that they want to get to know you.
Imagine already giving up on the idea of love, of the idea that you are interesting, that you are unlovable, and someone proving you wrong. Imagine that this someone stands with you through everything.
Every flaw, every victory, and every melancholic day becomes a symbol for them to be your sanctuary. They will be your sign that your hard work to becoming a better person is worth it. They will be the answers to your prayers, and you will find happiness with this person.
Baku doesn’t do breakups. Pt. 1
↳ pt.2
We all know Baku doesn’t have much luck when it comes to girls. So when he finally gets into a relationship with you — his sweet, funny, loving, absolutely beautiful girlfriend — there’s no way he’s letting that go.
But like every teenage couple, arguments happen.
Maybe it was because he stopped giving you enough attention. Maybe he focused too much on basketball than your relationship. Or maybe watching his grades crash and burn finally got on your nerves.
Either way, you broke up with him.
The problem is… Baku doesn’t accept it.
To him, this is just another argument. A temporary thing. Something he can fix.
And he’ll do anything to get you back.
Anything.
Blocked him on messages? Fine. He’ll just email you instead.
He remembers everything about you. Every little thing.
Including the fact that months ago, you sent him some stupid PDF study guide through email because he was “definitely going to fail math.”
He never even opened it.
But now? That old email thread becomes his favorite thing in the world.
Baku is the type of ex to message you on SPOTIFY 😭
Weak Hero Characters Crushing on a Reader With Curly Hair
Synopsis:
A collection of headcanons and short scenarios about different characters falling for a reader with curly hair. From shy compliments to protective moments and awkward confessions, each character slowly becomes attached to the very thing you’re insecure about.
Your curls may be messy, hard to manage, and constantly commented on by others, but to them, it’s one of the prettiest things about you.
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Characters Used
Yeon Si-eun
Ahn Su-ho
Go Tak
Seong-je
Seo Jun-tae
Oh Beom-seok
Baku
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Yeon Si-eun
That was one of the first things Si-eun noticed about you.
Your hair.
He had seen curly hair before but not often. So when you walked past the bus stop with your friends laughing beside you, he looked up from his phone for a second too long. He even took one AirPod out just to glance again at the way your curls bounced when you walked.
Then he quietly put it back in and looked away.
That was all.
At least that’s what he told himself.
Eventually he ran into you at cram school. That’s how you both officially met. Si-eun was the smartest student there so naturally everyone wanted to partner with him. Most people found him intimidating but you never pushed his boundaries too much. You spoke softly to him. Never too loud. Never too invasive.
He liked that.
One day you walked into class with your hair straightened.
Everyone complimented you immediately.
“It looks so pretty!”
“You should wear it like that more often!”
You smiled shyly and sat beside him like always.
You waved at him.
He stared for a moment.
“Your hair…” he said quietly.
“Yeah?” you asked while touching it nervously.
“Why did you do that?”
You blinked at his bluntness.
“Oh. I just think it looks better straight.”
Your voice sounded uncertain.
Si-eun noticed immediately.
He nodded once and returned to his math problem.
As time passed, the two of you started talking outside of cram school too. You took the same bus home so somehow you always ended up sitting together in silence.
He also noticed you straightened your hair more often now.
One afternoon he looked over at you.
“You’re going to damage your hair.”
You frowned.
“What do you mean?”
“Your curls. They’ll get fried if you keep doing that.”
He said it so casually that you almost got offended.
“Well maybe that’s what I want.”
He looked at you quietly.
“You shouldn’t want that.”
You looked away.
“I look better with straight hair.”
Si-eun clicked his tongue softly and stared down at the pavement.
“I think you look nice both ways.”
You looked at him in surprise.
“But curly hair suits you more.”
His voice stayed calm and nonchalant like always but if you stared long enough, you would’ve noticed how red his ears became.
You smiled softly.
“You think so?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
The next day he expected to see you with straight hair again.
Instead you walked into cram school with your curls out naturally.
He looked up immediately.
You smiled at him before sitting beside him.
Si-eun looked at you for a second longer than usual before returning to his work, trying very hard to hide the tiny smile threatening to appear.
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Ahn Su-ho
Su-ho was finishing deliveries like usual.
He parked his bike outside an apartment building and grabbed the food bag before heading upstairs. He knocked on the door and waited.
Then you opened it.
“How much?” you asked softly.
And Su-ho stared.
Your curls were everywhere. Puffy from humidity and slightly messy.
Without thinking he spoke.
“Bad hair day?”
Your expression dropped instantly.
“Excuse me?”
Su-ho’s eyes widened.
“No no. Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”
You snatched the food bag from him while he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.
“I just never saw hair like that before.”
You raised a brow.
“You’ve never seen curly hair?”
“Here and there…” he muttered awkwardly.
You handed him the money.
“Well now you have.”
Then you shut the door.
Later that day Su-ho told Si-eun everything while riding together on his bike.
“Of course she got offended..” Si-eun deadpanned.
“Man I messed up. I wanted to ask for her number too.”
Si-eun sighed.
As if fate wanted to embarrass him further, the light turned red near a crosswalk and Su-ho spotted you waiting nearby.
“That’s her!” he whispered excitedly.
Si-eun glanced over before immediately looking away while Su-ho stared at you like a lovesick idiot.
A few days later Su-ho showed up at your apartment again after work.
This time with food he paid for himself.
You opened the door looking confused.
“I didn’t order anything.”
“It’s for you.” he said quickly. “As an apology.”
You blinked.
“You really didn’t have to do that.”
“I know. But I wanted to.”
Then after a short pause he added,
“And maybe get your number too.”
You laughed softly.
“Smooth recovery.”
He grinned proudly.
You typed your number into his phone.
“I’m y/n.”
“Ahn Su-ho.”
You handed his phone back.
“And your hair really is nice!” he added quickly.
You rolled your eyes playfully.
“Thanks.”
Su-ho nearly short-circuited.
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Go Tak
Jun-tae invited Go Tak to a café after school.
Go Tak didn’t mind. He liked hanging out with Jun-tae.
When he walked inside, he immediately spotted him sitting with you.
You were smiling brightly while lightly hitting Jun-tae’s arm as he laughed nervously.
Go Tak slowed down slightly.
“Oh there he is!” Jun-tae called.
Go Tak walked over while quietly taking you in.
Your curly hair was tied into a ponytail and your oversized shirt nearly swallowed you whole. Somehow you still looked pretty.
“This is my friend y/n,” Jun-tae explained.
You smiled immediately.
“I’m y/n. Nice to meet you.”
Go Tak awkwardly nodded.
“I’m Go Tak.”
You eventually left after chatting for a bit and the second you were gone, Go Tak looked over at Jun-tae.
“She’s… interesting.”
Jun-tae blinked.
“She’s really nice.”
Go Tak only hummed.
Later that night curiosity got the better of him and he searched through Jun-tae’s Instagram followers until he found your account.
Every picture somehow made your curls stand out more.
Days passed before he saw you again.
He was heading toward basketball practice when he spotted someone sitting alone on a bench.
He only saw your back at first but immediately recognized your hair.
Then he heard a group of guys nearby laughing.
“Her hair looks insane.”
“Looks like she got electrocuted.”
Go Tak stopped walking.
“You shouldn’t talk about people when they aren’t here to hear it.”
The guys immediately quieted down before walking off awkwardly.
You turned toward him.
“You always pick fights with people?”
He shrugged.
“They were annoying.”
You smiled knowingly.
“They were talking about me right?”
He avoided your gaze.
“Maybe.”
You laughed softly.
“I’m starting to think you have a crush on me.”
Go Tak nearly choked.
“No I don’t!”
His face turned red instantly.
You laughed harder.
“I’m kidding.”
He sat beside you with crossed arms.
“I just think you should ignore people like that.”
You looked down at your curls.
“I’m used to comments about my hair.”
“Well stop listening to them.”
You looked at him curiously.
“Why?”
He looked away awkwardly.
“Because you look good.”
You grinned.
“So you definitely have a crush on me.”
“Stop saying that!”
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Seong-je
Seong-je already knew who you were.
You were the only girl in school with curls like that.
Every time you walked past him in the hallway, he noticed the scent of your shampoo before he even saw you.
One evening he was sitting in a PC café completely focused on his game when he smelled that same scent again.
He looked up.
You were standing nearby deciding where to sit.
The second you noticed him staring, you hesitated.
“Oh sorry..” you mumbled nervously.
Most students avoided Seong-je because of the rumors surrounding him.
He adjusted his glasses slightly.
“I don’t care. Sit.”
You awkwardly sat across from him with the computer monitors separating you both.
For a while only keyboard clicks filled the silence.
Then suddenly he spoke.
“You go to Eunjang High right?”
You blinked.
“Yeah.”
He already knew that.
He just wanted to hear your voice.
After a few more minutes he looked over again.
“Why’d you change your hairstyle?”
“Huh?”
“You used to wear it down.”
You touched your ponytail awkwardly.
“Oh. It was getting annoying.”
“That’s not the reason.”
You stayed quiet for a second before sighing.
“People keep making comments about it.”
Seong-je slowly turned toward you.
“Who?”
“The guys at school mostly. They joke around and—”
“Ignore them.”
His voice was cold now.
“You shouldn’t care about idiots like that.”
You nodded quietly.
The next day at school the comments suddenly stopped.
Every single one.
No one dared mention your hair anymore.
Not after Seong-je scared the life out of every guy who ever joked about it.
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Seo Jun-tae
Jun-tae was browsing manga at Barnes & Noble when he noticed you.
You stepped beside him quietly while looking through the shelves.
He immediately moved aside out of instinct.
“Excuse me” you said softly.
Jun-tae looked at you for a second too long.
Your curls framed your face perfectly and somehow reminded him of characters from the romance mangas he secretly loved reading.
He thought you looked really pretty.
He just didn’t know how to say that.
You noticed the manga in his hands.
“Which ones do you recommend?”
Jun-tae nearly dropped the book.
“Oh um… this one!”
He quickly handed you a volume of Bleach.
Your fingers brushed against his and he froze.
You smiled warmly.
“Thank you. What’s your name?”
“Jun-tae!”
He mentally cringed at how loud he sounded.
You giggled softly.
“I’m y/n.”
After that you both kept running into each other at Barnes & Noble until eventually it became routine.
You’d sit together quietly and read for hours.
Jun-tae especially loved your hair.
The way your curls bounced whenever you laughed reminded him of anime heroines.
One afternoon while reading together, he noticed you staring at another girl nearby.
Then he heard you mumble quietly,
“I wish I had straight hair.”
Jun-tae looked up immediately.
“Huh?”
You sighed.
“I just think straight hair looks prettier.”
He stared at you in disbelief.
“Your curls are pretty!”
The words left his mouth before he could stop them.
His entire face turned red instantly.
You smiled softly.
“You think so?”
“Y-yeah.”
You laughed quietly while he avoided eye contact for the next ten minutes.
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Oh Beom-seok
Beom-seok walked into the café alone.
Si-eun and Su-ho were both busy so he decided to grab a drink by himself.
He stood quietly near the register until he heard your voice.
“Ready to order?”
He looked up nervously.
You smiled at him warmly from behind the counter and his eyes immediately drifted toward your curls.
They looked soft.
Cute.
Pretty.
“N-not yet,” he stammered.
“No worries. Take your time.”
He looked down shyly before speaking again.
“What do you recommend?”
“The iced matcha,” you answered brightly. “It’s my favorite.”
After that day he started visiting constantly.
Mostly just to see you.
Eventually you noticed him always coming in during your shifts.
One afternoon you handed him his drink and he noticed writing on the cup.
Your number.
His ears immediately turned red.
The second he got home he texted you.
Then asked for your Instagram five minutes later.
Eventually the two of you started hanging out together after school.
One day while shopping, you paused near the haircare aisle.
“Ugh. I don’t have enough money for these.”
Beom-seok looked at the products.
“I can buy them for you.”
You shook your head quickly.
“No. It’s okay.”
He noticed how embarrassed you looked and quietly dropped the topic.
But later that night he texted you to come outside.
When you did, he awkwardly held out a bag toward you.
Inside were all the curly hair products you wanted.
The large sizes too.
“You really didn’t have to do this…” you said softly.
Beom-seok looked away shyly.
“I wanted to.”
You smiled warmly.
“Thank you.”
He blushed hard.
“Anything to keep your curls nice.”
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Park Hu-min (Baku)
Baku was at the park with Go Tak, Jun-tae, and Si-eun.
He was making shot after shot while loudly hyping himself up.
“Too easy!” he yelled while pointing at himself dramatically.
Go Tak rolled his eyes.
“You’re actually a monkey.”
Baku gasped dramatically and stuck his tongue out at him.
The game continued until Baku suddenly stopped mid-shot.
The basketball slipped from his hands completely.
Jun-tae quickly grabbed it and scored instead.
“I did it!” Jun-tae cheered happily.
Go Tak blinked.
“How did you lose focus that badly?”
But Baku wasn’t listening.
He was staring.
The others followed his gaze and immediately spotted you walking around the park with earbuds in. Your school uniform moved gently with the wind and your curls bounced with every step.
Your hair looked soft. Free. Pretty.
Baku looked completely mesmerized.
“Stop staring at her like a creep..” Go Tak said while smacking his arm.
Baku ignored him completely.
“She’s so pretty.”
Si-eun sighed while Jun-tae scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
“Dude don’t harass her” Go Tak warned. “She’s gonna file a restraining order.”
Baku glared at him.
“That’s the love of my life.”
“You don’t even know her..” Si-eun replied flatly.
“Well then I should fix that!”
Before anyone could stop him, Baku ran toward you.
“Creep.” Go Tak muttered.
You looked over in confusion as a tall guy suddenly appeared in front of you with the biggest grin imaginable.
“Hi! I’m Baku!”
You blinked slowly.
“…Hello?”
“What’s your name?”
“I’m y/n.”
Baku’s smile somehow got even bigger.
“Pretty name!”
You tilted your head suspiciously.
Was he making fun of you?
“I like your hair!” he added excitedly.
That immediately confirmed your suspicions.
You looked past him toward his friends. One was giggling. Another looked bored. The shy-looking one looked horrified.
Yeah. Definitely a joke.
You scoffed and walked away.
Baku froze in place before slowly turning back toward the others.
“What did I do wrong?”
Go Tak burst into laughter while Si-eun sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that day.
Baku quickly chased after you.
“Y/n!” he whined dramatically.
“Dude leave me alone you creep!”
You walked faster while Baku stopped in defeat.
Later he flopped dramatically onto the basketball court.
“She hates me.”
“I told you she’d get a restraining order.” Go Tak laughed.
“What did I even do wrong?!”
Si-eun looked exhausted.
“She probably thought you were making fun of her.”
Baku looked genuinely offended.
“I would never!”
“Go Tak was laughing the whole time..” Si-eun explained. “And your flirting was weird.”
Jun-tae nodded carefully.
“It probably embarrassed her.”
Baku immediately turned toward Go Tak.
“So this is your fault!”
Before Go Tak could react, Baku threw him into a chokehold while he yelled dramatically.
“GET OFF ME!”
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Days passed and Baku could not stop thinking about you.
He played horribly during basketball practice because he kept remembering your face.
One evening he sat sadly inside his dad’s restaurant eating chicken while dramatically mourning the loss of “the love of his life.”
Then the restaurant door opened.
Baku looked up lazily before immediately sitting upright.
Those curls.
That hair.
It was you.
“Y/N!”
You immediately recognized him and turned around to leave.
But Baku rushed forward and gently grabbed your wrist before you could walk out.
“I swear I wasn’t making fun of you!”
You looked unconvinced.
“That seriously wasn’t my intention!”
He looked so genuinely distressed that you paused.
Then suddenly he grabbed a chicken wing from a nearby box and held it toward you.
“Please believe me! Look! Have some chicken!”
You stared at him in disbelief before laughing despite yourself.
“Maybe you weren’t trying to be rude..” you said while pulling your hand away, “but don’t wave chicken at me.”
Baku immediately nodded.
“Yes ma’am!”
After that things became surprisingly easy between you both.
Baku always wanted to hang out with you.
And secretly, he became obsessed with your curls.
He wanted to touch them so badly.
They looked soft and fluffy and he constantly wondered if they felt like clouds.
But he forced himself to behave because he didn’t want to mess your hair up.
One afternoon you both walked together while talking when you suddenly stopped in front of a salon advertisement.
Baku looked over curiously.
It was advertising straight hair perms.
“I think I’m gonna get one.” you said quietly.
Baku blinked.
“What? Why?”
“I want straight hair.”
His face dropped immediately.
“But your curls are so pretty!”
You blushed slightly at how blunt he always was.
“It’s like a cloud!” He continued excitedly. “A ramen cloud!”
You stared at him.
“You just compared my hair to ramen.”
Baku panicked instantly.
“No wait! Ramen is good! I mean your hair is good! Not that I’d eat your hair— wait no! Not that I’d eat YOU—”
You burst into laughter while he dramatically covered his face in embarrassment.
Eventually your laughter softened.
“I won’t get it then.”
Baku looked up immediately.
“Really?”
You nodded.
His entire face lit up.
“THANK GOD!”
𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑳𝑬𝑫 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫𝑺 | Geom Seongje
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You get into a fight, and Seong-je is left to patch up your bruises when normally the roles are reversed.
ᯓ fluff I wc : 2.0k I established relationship
ᯓ➤ swearing, mild violence
Not proofreading because im really lazy so apologies for any repetitive wording, grammar mistakes, etc.
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Shoes hitting the ground firmly and preciously, you walked down the street, a few feet away from your house.
The atmosphere was cloudy and gloomy. It was a clear indication that it was going to start pouring soon along with the sound of roaring thunder and small purplish streaks of lighting can be seen within the fluffy clouds.
As much as you enjoyed the rain, now was the worst time of the day for it. You felt anger coursing through your veins still.
Every little thing seemed to boil your frustration even more, indulging into the fact that you got into a very unpleasant fight on your way home from girls who envied you.
You couldn’t bother less to understand or know why.
So, after a very unnecessary fight, you continued your way to your house with messy and tangled hair, bruised knuckles, and wrinkled clothing.
Not only did you look like a mess, you also felt like a mess. Admittedly, you wanted to cry.. Like a soda bottle that’s being violently shaken up and due to the amount of pressure the inside is holding, it blows up the lid and all of the liquid pours out like a waterfall uncontrollably.
Life was stressful, and the stupid fight that you were forced into did not help, in fact, it made things worse for you. All it gave you was a sore body, bruised knuckles, and anger that had nowhere to go.
You continued walking, your hands slapping your face in irritation at the reoccurring memories, you wiped your tears rather aggressively and took a deep breath, not bothering to acknowledge the slight heat that was forming onto your cheeks and forehead from the pressure of your hands.
Finally reaching your home, you opened the door and entered. You sighed, letting the air hit your lungs while kicking your shoes off and throwing your backpack carelessly against the wall.
Both of your parents were at work, so it was just you in the home.
Which is what you thought.
When you finally got inside, your face twisted into confusion within the sight that beholded in front of you.
In the living room of your home was your boyfriend, Geum Seong-je.
He sat on the soft cushions of your sofa, the sound of cartoony voices with sound effects coming from the video game on his phone that was in his grip. When he saw you come through the door and saw the state you were in, he was a bit taken back to say the least. Not because you were hurt, but because you looked like you got jumped by wild animals.
So of course, he laughed.
“You look like shit,” He snickered, making fun of you.
“What are you doing here?” You asked.
“I wanted to stop by, see how you were doing.” He told you, turning his head away from you and onto his phone.
The front of the sofa was facing away from you, so Seong-je’s back was toward you.
You grumbled before you made your way towards the bathroom. The thought of what happened earlier flashed through your mind and you can feel your body tensing up. Normally you would’ve told him to shut up humorously, but considering the events of today, you couldn’t care less.
“What happened?” Seong-je asked you before he himself got up, following you into the bathroom.
You smack your lip, “Got into some stupid fight.” You quickly told him, not wanting to think about it much longer.
He hummed amusingly.
Once the both of you were in the bathroom, you reached over to open up the cabinet before Seong-je grabbed your wrist. “Let me,” he said, placing your arm back to your side.
“Suit yourself.”
Obediently, you sat on top of the toilet lid, hands resting on your lap with the sight of knuckles bruised with a red that was slowly fading into a dull purple tone, along with crusted dried blood sitting on top. Not only that, a small cut also ran across your cheek.
As you wait patiently for Seong-je, you can feel your entire body aching sorely. Brushing aside the uncomfortable pain, you sat silently, listening to the sound of plastic bottles and products being shuffled around the inside of your cabinets by your boyfriend.
“Thought you hated fighting?” Seong-je questioned you as he searched for a bandage wrap tape, holding a cloth–wrapped bag.
“Dont.” You started sharply.
Your boyfriend laughed at your half-assed threat.
Your leg started bouncing up a bit at the reoccurring memories of earlier, and you could feel your eyes slowly burning up and throat tightening.
The feeling of your eyes slowly pricking up with water snapped you back into reality. Jaw tightening as you got lost in your thoughts. You were angry. So why were you getting teary-eyed?
One thing you disliked about yourself was how you cried when you felt any sort of outrage. It could be mistaken as weakness and you despised that. You weren’t weak, crying doesn’t mean you’re weak or sad.
Right?
Suddenly, you felt a soft tap on your shoulder. Looking over, you spot the cloth that was wrapped around the pack of ice being held out for you. Your boyfriend's gaze was still on the cabinet, not bothering to look at you considering he wanted to get this over with.
“Take it.” He commanded.
Reaching out to grab it, your fingertips immediately feel the cold, freezing sensation of the ice cubes. Once the bag was in your hands, you placed it on top of your knuckles, shivering at the frosty feeling that was now touching your skin.
“Not so much of an angel anymore, huh?” He clicked his tongue before shutting the cabinet. A bandage tape was held in the palm of his hand whilst he turned his body to face you. He took a brief second to scan his eyes over you and your knuckles before scoffing at you.
You didn’t say a word, not building up the courage to. Your emotions were still brewing up inside you, and a single slip up could have them spilling everywhere, so you weren’t willing to take the risk.
“Stand up.” He told you.
Obliging, you slowly push yourself off the toilet lid, and immediately your legs enveloped in a sore ache. Your eyes remained glued onto the floor, not wanting to look up in fear of bursting into tears.
Seong-je’s index finger went underneath your chin and turned your head up, making you look at him. You both stared at each other, his eyes having something unreadable swimming within them.
You knew he could see how upset you were. The way your eyes locked onto his and how glossy and vulnerable they looked.
He shook his head in a mocking disapproval way, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek before pulling the cloth with the ice bag away from your bruises and started wrapping them in bandages.
“Don’t get into any more fights.” He spoke out softly, making sure he didn’t say anything that would snap the final string of your waterfall.
“Ironic coming from you.” You mumbled.
“It’s different.”
“How so, huh?”
“How about you shut that mouth of yours, huh?” He mocked you, making you roll your eyes.
Once he was finished wrapping your hand injuries, he made sure to clean the cut on your face with an antibiotic and placed a bandaid on top.
As he was making sure to put everything back in their original spot, you stood there patiently. “Thank you, Seong-je.”
He gave you a small ‘mhm’.
Your eyes made way onto your patched—up, beaten knuckles.
Usually things would go the other way around, Seong-je would come home to you with bruises and small minor injuries and you were left to be the one who patched him up. Cleaning his wounds and bandaging them up as you scolded him for getting into another pointless fight.
Even with all the union stuff, he still made sure to slightly keep down the fighting even if it took lots, and you mean lots of convincing.
Once he was done putting your products back into their original place, he turned his head to you.
“What made you jump at them?” He asked curiously, referring to the very obvious fight you had earlier.
Grumbling, you look away. “I didn’t.”
“What?”
“They hit me first.” You spoke, placing your hands into the pockets of your hoodie.
Seong-je stood there for a second before he made a small ‘hm’ sound, slight possessiveness hidden behind it.
He didn’t like the thought of people touching you, let alone let people hurt you. Normally he would push back the feeling, but when it came to someone injuring you, that was a different story.
“Let me fuck them up.” Seong-je abruptly said.
You scoffed, “Yeah, no Seong-je.” Quickly disapproving the idea.
Regardless if you said no, you knew he was still most likely going to find them and gouge out their eyeballs.
You sighed in defeat knowing you really can’t control your boyfriend for the most part. Your gaze was now shifting from him and towards your shower.
A hot steamy shower session did sound nice at the moment.
A sudden touch was on your shoulder, and when you looked back Seong-je was wrapping his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder.
Smiling, your hand raised up to his hair, massaging his head as you felt the rims of his glasses tickling your neck.
“Be careful next time.” He murmured, staying completely still, not wanting to move. “If you get your shit rocked again I’m not helping.”
You giggled, knowing that he didn’t actually mean that. If you did get beaten the shit out of you, he would most likely be on a mission to kill someone. “You got it.”
Seong-je tapped your hip lightly, signaling that he wanted to grab your attention, you hummed at the gesture.
One of his hands left your waist and he dug into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out his phone. “Wanna see a picture of this guy that I beat the hell out of earlier?” He proudly asked, and whenever you told him no he completely dismissed your words and still insisted on showing you.
His arm went around your waist once again with his phone in hand, raising the technology device up to your face.
“What did this one do?” You quired, your eyes going onto the boy's bruises as he was slumped over a fence.
“Baek-jin sent me to recruite a new school top dog, and he decided to one up me like a fucking moron.” He chuckled, looking at the picture from your shoulder.
You shook your head in a dramatic disapproval manner, “Not surprised. You see red when you're mad.”
Seong-je’s free hand made its way towards your cheek, pinching it in which earned him dramatic squeals of ‘ow’s and hisses in pain from you. It was like he was telling you to shut up.
“You done?” He asked before letting go of your cheeks, a satisfied smile playing on his face.
“Jerk.” You groaned, placing your hand onto your face to soothe out the area that was previously being pinched.
Your boyfriend's lips made their way to your neck, pressing a small kiss. “Can we go lay down.” He asked.
“I have to shower, I smell.” You said to him.
“So?” He questioned, unbothered.
You gave him a look of your own, “So let me shower.”
“Im giving you twenty five minutes and if you aren’t out the bathroom by then I’m breaking down your door.”
“Oh my god, okay deal, now go.” You waved your hands outward at him, signaling him to get out as he got off you and stepped back, ready to head out.
He chuckled, pushing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose and giving you a smug smile before walking out and shutting the door behind him, letting you give yourself the therapy your sore body yearned for.
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This made me want to rewatch whc2 this is amazing
this fanfic shit is easy
