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YOU WANT KISSES?

↳GN Reader | Fluff

➼You text them if they want kisses (You mean Hershey kisses, but they thought otherwise) | TokRev Ver.

yuuta who likes his girlfriends a little mean. girls who will scoff and roll their pretty eyes at him for his attempts at keeping your attitude in check. girls who will spit venom and give him a challenge. girls who like to push his buttons to see how long it’ll take for their boyfriend, who has the patience of a saint, to finally snap.

but all yuuta can do for the moment is send a soft smile your way and gently press a chaste kiss on your forehead, “what am i ever gonna do with you?” he’ll ask rhetorically.

he likes when you push him around a bit just to ruff him up, y’know? his knees turn into jelly whenever you firmly grab onto his strong bicep and drag him in the direction you need him the most or when you tightly squeeze on the collar of his shirt just for him to trail behind you like a puppy with stumbling feet.

his sweet and calming nature has you almost regretting starting something you know you couldn’t finish, but yuuta isn’t one to mind, in fact, he encourages your behaviour just to get a kick out of it.

when an argument arises with another person and you’re clearly in the wrong, yuuta will be ten toes down to defend you whilst trying to defuse the situation at hand in a cordial manner. however, you can’t ignore the subtle pinches caused by him on your upper thigh meaning you’re in for an earful behind closed doors.

but just like any other human, yuuta has his limits. he can only tolerate your bratty attitude to a certain degree. once that line of patience finally withers away with your cheeks tightly squished together by his cold hand as he sends you a deathly glare that makes your heart skip a beat or two, you know you’ve ultimately worn him down.

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Part Of Your World Masterpost

; Merman!Jimin x OC/Reader

; Genre: Fluff, angst

; Synopsis: Jimin has always longed for the wide-open skies of the Above Sea. After saving the life of a beautiful human woman, he seeks to find her and finally live in his dream world. But young mermen should be careful what they wish for. 

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Chapter One 

Chapter Two 

Chapter Three

Chapter Four 

Chapter Five 

Chapter Six 

Final

my heart it beats for you

— okkotsu yuuta x gn! reader

"no matter what the future holds"

wc: 1.5k+ | genre: angst + comfort/hurt

warnings: major character death (!), mentions of injuries, jjk manga spoilers, not proofread cuz i just sob every time i try <3

Okkotsu Yuuta loves you.

it was a feeling he couldn't explain once figured. how could four letters transpire into a mindset driven by one person? when did this start happening? why did it have to be you? what changed? it doesn't make sense— none of this makes sense. of course, he had experiences from something in his past, from the curse connected to him. however, reliving the feeling had him in a whirlwind, his previous attachment was much different than this.

when days passed by it usually seemed one-dimensional; it lacked depth, there wasn't anything that made the supposed fun friday stand out. once he got used to the gruesome and ruthless realities from being a sorcerer, the oceans don't seem as calming, the stars don’t shine as brightly. life seemed like something that had no remaining bliss but upon discovering the person who gave hope that he’s wrong, he was conflicted.

he was uncertain if he should tell you— and rightfully so. he didn’t want another case of cursing someone he cared for so deeply, to have them be in agony in a bad scenario, or simply bear the consequence on something he could prevent.

"please don't let me fall too hard."

but when Yuuta accidentally slips out the thought running in his mind, there was no turning back. he had to face that he just declared another risk, another chance to change the story or course of his life. in the span of the year he got to know you, there was an evolving feeling. there were times when he couldn’t help but stay engaged when you talked, he could feel his heart doing flutters when you look at him, he could feel the heat creep up to his cheeks when you stand close, and when listening to romantic songs, a subject comes to mind.

"so you're starting to get there, huh?" you question him, looking down to gaze at the table instead of his mortified, hand-covered, red face. “i can’t do that, Yuuta.”

“hmm?” a curious timid hum was all he could let out before a silence came. no one speaks up for the following minutes until Maki came over ushering you both that break was over. as you both stand, you finally face him, showing your expression containing a grin, slightly embarrassed as well.

"...i have the same problem."

life moves by pretty fast.

after a week of avoiding each other and being shoved in a closet by the witnesses to confess, it finally became official. Yuuta could openly say he loves you, accepting the idea that maybe some risks can be worth it.

the past few months have been some of the best he had— even if most of the quality time was merely spent in his dorm.

"stop," you say as he lowers his phone, closing the screen, "your gallery is probably sick of me."

"never."

"you don't need that many photos of my face, Yuu."

"yes, i do."

"no," you reply.

it went on in a bit of back and forth until you just gave up, resting your head on his shoulder. this was usually the time when one of you would suggest a movie but today you were both silent.

he readjusted your head to lean more to his chest, getting a hold of his heart. it was pumping at a steady pace. "i expected it to be faster."

"do you wanna know why?"

you hum in response which led him to extend his arm, asking for your hand. "the average is 60 to 100 per minute," he states, clasping your hand, redirecting it to the beat of his pulse, "start counting." after a minute, he asks you to stop.

"it's... normal?" you counted to 80.

he nods. "with you, it's perfectly healthy."

the sinoatrial and atrioventricular nodes, the ones responsible for the beat of the heart, were dismissed. his purkinje fibers are disappointed that they didn't get acknowledged for their job. but the guy in front of you wasn't studying health so none of that mattered. although not scientifically correct, it was subjectively accurate that his heart beats for you.

"the rush with us is over, huh?" you mumble, jokingly upset.

"i guess so." he tags along, but even then, truthfully, how he's with you is beyond him.

he only got to see this love in movies and shows, yet experiencing it first-hand made him question why he was so afraid at first. with every day that passed by, Yuuta loves you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.

you're the certainty in the world full of doubts.

with you, days seem better. now, tomorrows are something he looks forward to— he looks forward to seeing your face bright up once you catch a glimpse of the sea, to watch the stars with you and listen as you point out facts you know about the shimmers that blanket the sky, or to simply talk to you, bask in what occurred during your day and give you his focus. be it small or big, these were Yuuta’s moments of clarity. in cases where he has to fend off and get his hands dirtied, stained, or tainted red the thought that it makes the world a better place for you eases the pain.

in relationships, goodbyes are often hard, even if it's just for work. leaving behind his friends and mentor was hard enough, but you are a different story. you assure him you'll wait and even if it's still dreadful, the thought of coming home to you makes it worth it.

"so, goodbye?" he asks, slightly anticipating a hug.

"hmm." but you give him a chaste kiss on the cheek instead, providing him something to smile about on the flight. "i prefer see you soon."

by the time he gets back, he's at ease upon seeing your relieved face, happiness overflowing as you meet him with an embrace. both of you let minutes pass by, basking in the silence, the presence of what you missed. you pull back, cupping his face, grazing his cheeks as you stare before softly mumbling—

"i'm glad you’re still here."

to hide his smile and fluster, he hugs you again, letting out a chuckle, prolonging the hold, squeezing tighter— "where else would i be?"

even if he takes hours, days, or even months, Yuuta will be there.

he returns, he comes back to you.

forever, always.

he promised. he will.

there's no one else he'll rather be with, as long as his heartbeats, it'll always be you— every lub, every dub. with an average of 80 beats per minute, in the two years he loved you, approximately 86 million of Yuuta's heartbeats were for you.

but in the current state he's in, barely fending off his foe, the count comes to an end. one hit, one final blow ends him.

in the last moments of the culling game, once the strongest and most compelling players garner, Yuuta lost.

perhaps it was from the aftermath of shibuya, the tiredness from everything, his own incompetence, or the latter— where he's too good and it got to the point where it had the best of him. the composure and rationality got lost in the heat of the fight.

none of this still makes sense. his cursed energy was supposedly limitless, he’s known as the second strongest, he had all the power to win— so why? why does every passing second feel like a tormenting agony? why was the thump on his chest getting gradual, slowly decreasing as if his circulation stops flowing? why will he face a tomorrow without you?

"where else would i be?" he doesn't know what's coming next or what to expect, but at this moment, he wishes he's with you, in an embrace, by the sea, or even under the stars— just anywhere with his love, with the presence he yearns for the most.

he has regrets, many even, but the worst was the fact that he didn't— he didn't hold you tighter, he didn't kiss you longer, he didn't fulfill his promise to always be there. the story changed from the day he confessed, but a happy ending was not assured.

on the ground, with a body bruised and wounded, your lover basks in bloodied pain and regrets, clutching his chest, holding on to the little breath he has left. he couldn't bear the thought of letting you grieve, to let him go, or cry over him. it didn't seem fair when all his heart sets for is to make you happy, to give you the world you deserved.

his 'whys' and 'what-ifs' will be left unanswered, but no matter what the future holds, he just hopes you know— that even in Okkotsu Yuuta's final moments, he still loves you.

it's you his heart beats for.

a/n: tHESE THEORIES ABT YUTA POSSIBLY DYING IS MAKING ME SAD :(( so yes pls be sad with me

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