Failed Surprise

“okay, first is— percy.”

“I’m listening. watching. actively participating in this fashion show, go on.”

you huff. “so rate this first dress. and give me your honest opinion, don’t just say it looks good because I’m wearing it.”

percy scans his green eyes over the first article of clothing from your shopping spree. it’s a simple dress, strapless and white littered with tiny pink flowers, ruffling to flow around your ankles.

“I’d like it a hell of a lot more on the floor.”

your expression is unamused. you rest your hands on your hips. “the dress, perseus. not me in the dress.”

he slides to the edge of the bed, pulling you into him by your waist. “I think it’s nice, sweet girl. very ruffl-y, it’s fun to play with.” his hand begins to toy with the said ruffles.

“rate it out of ten.” you peck his forehead quickly.

“a ten. for the ruffles.”

“great! thank you for your feedback. next dress now.”

you walk back to your dresser and strip of the one you currently wear and slip on the next. this one is multicolored, thin straps and similar ruffles on the skirt like before.

you turn back to a smiling percy. “opinions?”

“very colorful. like a crayon box.”

you furrow your brows. “what…?”

“in a good way!” percy stands and walks over to you, backing you against the dresser. “this one’s my favorite.”

“rate it.”

“five out of ten.”

“five? that’s it?”

he shakes his head, fingers looping around the straps. “I like when there’s none of these. easier access.”

“percy.”

he smirks and kisses you quickly. “next one.”

you push him off of you and discard of the second dress, putting on the next outfit— which is a separate shirt and fairly long skirt.

the shirt had been a maybe to buy because at first glance you thought it to be too low cut. then again, it was cute so it had to have been worth it. the skirt was white and nothing else, but nonetheless stylish and worth the money for its comfort.

“rate.” you turn back around again.

“I lied.” percy’s eyes fall obviously to your cleavage. “this one is my favorite.”

“pervert. tell the truth.”

you hold your hands over the exposed skin in hopes he’ll fess up.

“I’m not lying! this one looks great.” he puts his hands on your waist where your shirt rides upwards. “they all look great. very stylish. you should go into the fashion industry, sweet girl.”

“and your favorite?”

“uhmmm…” he taps his fingers against your skin. “the first one. the white one.”

“really? why?”

percy throws his hands up dramatically. “can I not just like things because I like them?”

“no. tell me what you liked about it.”

“it has ruffles? and it was white?”

“what the hell does the color have to do with anything?”

“it’s just your color.”

you roll your eyes. “you say every color is ‘my color’.”

“because you look good in ever color.”

you run your fingers lightly over your face. you should’ve known better than asking your boyfriend of all people for opinions. he’d say anything looked good.

“this is the last time I’m putting on clothes for you to judge. I hope you enjoyed the show.”

first dress -> second dress -> third dress

the thought of brainrotted percy jackson is my current obsession

you slip up in your sparring practice earlier and continue to bash yourself for slipping up. “gods that was so embarrassing” all of a sudden percys hand grabs your shoulder to turn you around and make eye contact. “mama, the past behind you. mama, a million experiences await you.”

“get the fuck off me seaweed brain.”

He bought it at a thrift store

sleepy make out session with katsuki!

“this day feels like it’s never gonna end.” you whine, hiding your face in your boyfriends shoulder.

“WHY WAS TRAINING SO. LONG.” mina yells, dropping her head down on her arms.

it’s lunch. you and your friends just went through the worst training exercise.

“AIZAWA WAS TRYING TO KILL US, I SWEAR.”

“shut up. it wasn’t even hard.” katsuki boasted.

your friends are complain about katsuki before returning to their normal conversations.

“you’re such a liar.” you said quietly to your boyfriend.

he whips his head in your direction.

“what the hell is that supposed to mean?” he glares.

“i know you’re tired. i saw you huffing and puffing. don’t act like you’re slick.” you tease.

“oh shut up.” he grumbles and you laugh.

“if you just admit it i’ll let you take a nap with me after school.” you hold his hand under the table.

he looks at you and thinks.

“fucking hell. fine.” he said.

“fine… what?”

he glares at you.

“fine i was fucking tired. now let me nap with you.”

you kiss his cheek.

“that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

the day only feels longer at it continues.

“i can’t make the walk home, katsuki. just leave me here for dead.” you complain.

“it’s like a two minute walk, you baby. come on.” he drags you along into his dorm.

he flops on you immediately. pushing you back onto his bed.

“not yet, kats. i don’t wanna fall asleep in my uniform.” you pat his back, signalling for him to get up.

he groans.

“fine.” he stands up and pulls you with him before going to his closet and picking one of his t-shirts and sweat pants and throwing them at you. then he removes his clothes down to his boxers and tank top.

right after you finish changing he tackles you onto his bed.

“fuck. ‘m so tired.” he says, face buried in your neck.

“i knew it!” you squeal.

“yeah yeah, go to fuckin sleep.” he says while lifting himself to his forearms to give you a kiss.

you peck his lips but you get surprised when he deepens the kiss, obsessed with you and your lips.

your lips move together as one while your hands come to rest in his hair, making him groan softly.

he notices you’re struggling to breathe and unfortunately pulls away.

he moves on to your neck instead.

teeth nipping at your skin and soothing it with light brushes of his lips against your skin.

you sigh.

“that feels nice, baby.” you breathe out.

“mhm, ‘m still fuckin tired tho.” he pulls away from your neck to give one final peck (or two) to your lips.

he shifts down your body and rests his head on your chest.

“you got the best fuckin tits.” he says, sleepily.

you laugh. he’s only this transparent when he’s really tired.

“thanks, kats.” you weave your fingers through his hair and scratch your nails on his scalp lightly.

he groans, pecks one of your tits, then passed out from exhaustion.

“i love you, suki baby.” you sigh before drifting off into sleep.

Speaks for itself

i don't WANT to read smut right now

i WANT to read a passionate, poetic, jaw dropping, tears streaking down my face, heart wrenching, giggle inducing, feet kicking, cringy yet amazing, gorgeous story written by someone who apologizes for english not being their first language(they're the best writers ever) which has 4 chapters and then makes me scream because it hasnt been updated in months and the author is mia

Please I need Yeon sieun dating head canons.

pairing: kdrama!sieun x gn!reader (they/them pronouns) genre: fluff word count: 1.7k

warnings: mentions of parental neglect/bullying

includes: reader is booksmart/likes studying, post layout is kinda messy oops, this is my first attempt at writing hcs pls, i am begging for sieun x male reader reqs

a/n: i don't write hcs but i had a few ideas for this so i did my best lol thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

⋆｡°✩ first meeting

— he’s SO awkward when you first meet

— probably ignores you at first lmao

— sieun doesn’t care much about his peers/other classmates but you catch his eye because of your intelligence

— he still focus more on his studies tho

sieun sits at his usual seat in class, hunched over his desk as he reviews his notes for an upcoming english exam. his hand hovers just above the paper as he skims through the words and makes small mental notes about which parts to continue practicing.

the sudden halted chatter from his classmates catches sieun’s attention. he glances up briefly, setting his pencil aside when he notices his teacher standing in her usual position at the front of the classroom. beside her is an unfamiliar teenager wearing a thin black jacket draped over the school’s button up. 

“class,” the teacher begins, gesturing to you. “this is y/n. they’re a new student here.”

“hello,” you say, bowing to the class. 

“there’s an open spot next to sieun,” she says, gently pushing you towards him. “you can sit there for now.”

sieun lets out a small sigh in annoyance as you shuffle over before sliding into the seat beside him. the mindless chatter of your classmates resumes as the door closes, signaling your teacher’s exit. he reaches over to grab his earbuds once again, reaching up to place one into his ear when a voice interrupts him. “number four is wrong.”

sieun stops in his tracks, glaring in your direction. you had also pulled out a notebook, filled with your own scribbled notes and miscellaneous doodles decorating the corners. “it’s a dependant clause, not independent,” you elaborate before turning back to your own notes. 

despite his better judgment, sieun backtracks to question four. he scoffs slightly when he rereads the question again. you were right. 

“thanks,” he mumbles. 

you simply smile, waving him off with the slight shake of your head. “anytime.”

⋆｡°✩ first date

— you have to ask him out. he will never make the first move

— needs a lot of reassurance. this is his first relationship and he likes you a lot. he doesn’t wanna mess it up. bare with him

— probably started off as a study hangout and turned into a study date ngl

you flip your pen between your fingers as you watch sieun continue to scribble down notes. his apartment remains silent except for the occasional noise of either of you flipping through your textbooks or the incessant noise of sieun’s pencil against the page. 

you set your own pencil aside, ignoring your notes in favour of admiring the boy in front of you. sieun’s fringe is just barely short enough to avoid falling into his eyes. his eyebrows furrow every now and then as his eyes rapidly switch between his notebook and the textbook laid out beside him. his teeth catch his bottom lip between them - a particularly attractive habit you had noticed over the months of getting to know each other. 

siuen pauses when he notices your lack of writing, glancing up at you momentarily. you can’t help the soft smile that spreads across your face when you notice his cheeks heating up slightly. 

“you’re staring,” he says.

“i’m admiring,” you tease. sieun’s writing pauses for a second before resuming, though his blush has spread fully across his face, tinting the skin a light pink. 

a tranquil silence falls over the room once again. it feels so intimate - sitting with sieun in his quiet apartment. your little quirks have made their way into his life despite your young age. a new pair of slides sits at the door, awaiting your arrival. the front pouch of sieun’s backpack has been cleaned out of the usual pencils and highlighters in favour of snacks and packets of gum for you to take at your convenience. he no longer reaches for his left earbud; the small device being reserved for you. 

your feelings for sieun jumble together in a mess of half-finished love letters and detailed confessions deeply confined to your mind. after spending over a month suppressing the urge to tell him, you finally can’t help yourself anymore.

“sieun,” you reach out to take his hand into yours. you smile as he intertwines your fingers together. he stops his studying to look up at you - something he’s never done for anyone else. “i like you.”

his eyes widen in surprise. your breath hitches in your throat and your body tenses. it feels like hours of waiting for his reaction before he finally speaks. 

“i like you too.”

a bright smile spreads across your face, making sieun’s lips quirk upwards into a soft smile of his own. “will you be mine?”

“only if you’ll be mine too,” he smiles as he squeezes your still-intertwined hands.

⋆｡°✩ first kiss

— “i don’t know what to do with my hands”

— has never been kissed before slkdnsl

— probably doesn’t kiss back at first but he’ll get the hang of it

— more of a peck than an actual kiss tbh

— it takes a lot of trust and vulnerability to get to this point with siuen. he’s not used to feeling love or affection so kisses mean a lot to you

you sigh to yourself, dramatically stretching before a yawn escapes you. the noise catches sieun’s attention, making him pause momentarily as he watches you attempt to blink some of the sleepiness out of your eyes. “you should get some rest,” he says. 

you glance at your textbook once more before nodding with another small sigh. “so should you. you’ve been working for even longer than i have.”

“i’m fine.” the words escape sieun’s lips almost instinctively as he continues his studying. you resist the urge to roll your eyes, closing your textbook and shoving it into your backpack in preparation for school the next day. 

“sieun…” you circle around the dining room table so you’re standing behind your boyfriend. you lean down to gently rest your hands on his shoulders, gently massaging the tense muscles. a small sigh of content escapes him as you lean down to press a chaste kiss against his cheek. “you’re exhausted. come on, let’s go to bed.”

sieun finally relents after a few more seconds, letting his own pencil fall to the side before he stands up. your arm snakes around his waist as you help him tidy up; rhythmically packing up his pencils into the case and sliding each textbook back into its rightful place inside of his bag. 

you set your backpacks beside each other as you guide sieun towards his bedroom. his bed remains in the corner, still perfectly tidied from his morning routine. 

sieun climbs into bed first, sliding underneath the covers before you join him. his arm finds its familiar home around your waist to keep your body closely against his. you bring your hand up to cup sieun’s cheek, brushing your thumb against his soft skin. he smiles as your fingers trail down his face to trace along his jawline before they finally settle underneath his chin. 

sieun’s breath hitches when you brush your thumb against his plump bottom lip. he’s grateful for the darkness covers the blush burning on his cheeks. your voice is quiet when you break the silence. “sieun,” you whisper.

“what is it?”

“can i kiss you?”

his body tenses beside you before he forces himself to relax. sieun can feel his heart beating erratically in his chest. “i’ve… never kissed anybody before.”

“it’s okay.” even in the moonlight he can see you softly smiling at him. “we can take it slow, okay? i won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

he knows. sieun has never felt safe with anyone like he does with you. but he nods nevertheless. “please kiss me,” he whispers. 

your hand moves from his chin to cup his cheek once again. after a few seconds you finally lean in, gently pressing your lips against his in a sweet kiss. 

sieun brings his own hand up to your cheek, hesitantly leaning in and replicating your movements. this one lasts much longer than the first. you can nearly feel all of the love being poured into it. 

you both smile when you finally pull away, pressing a final peck against his lips. you lean in closer, nuzzling your face into the crook of sieun’s neck. you press a chaste kiss against the exposed skin of his neck as you let out a small content sigh, finally letting your eyes flutter closed as you begin to fall asleep. “i love you,” you whisper.

sieun presses a kiss against your forehead. “i love you too.”

⋆｡°✩ general dating hcs

— not a huge fan of pda. he doesn’t like the attention and would rather keep your moments together private

— not very touchy but he likes when you hold his hand/intertwine your arms together (especially if it’s an unconscious thing)

— SO PROTECTIVE. sieun is 100% willing to throw himself between you and any bullies 

— his kisses are short and sweet. kiss him as a reward for a good grade or reassurance and his face will light up

— sometimes if he’s feeling extra confident he’ll kiss you in public

— has moments of insecurity pretty often. siuen was neglected as a kid and bullied as a teenager. he needs to know that you love and care about him for him and not out of sympathy

— he needs reminders to eat/sleep/drink water. falls a little more in love every time you do little things for him

— his love languages are quality time/acts of service. quietly studying together until you get up to make him some food as he reviews your notes for you are some of his fav moments with you

— gets clingy when he’s tired. pull him away from his studying, help him wash up, kiss his forehead, and pull him into your arms and he will MELT

— also pls pls pls play with his hair he’ll fall asleep immediately

having a smart woman follow you back is so scary bc it’s like what if she finds out that im stupid

could you write a story about bakugou teaching y/n how to kiss?

🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜: 𝑆𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑆𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑠

Thank you so much, hope you like it as much as I did! Don’t forget to drop any other requests you got in mind!

Every time Bakugo tried to make a kiss last longer than a brief brush, you pulled away. Not abruptly, but with subtle gestures: a slight turn of the head, a nervous laugh that broke the moment, an apologetic excuse about the time, the movie, the phone.

And of course, he wasn’t an idiot. He knew everyone had their own pace. Their fears. Their walls. And if you needed time, he was gonna respect that. Period.

Still, in his crimson gaze, always alert, the question floated: Why?

That night you were cuddled on the couch. A movie played in the background, the lights were low, a bowl of popcorn between you and a spoon buried in a tub of ice cream you were sharing. The atmosphere was chill, comfortable… until he noticed some ice cream at the corner of your lips.

"You got a little something..." he murmured, leaning in to wipe it with his thumb. But his eyes, intense as always, didn’t leave yours. And with a smooth movement, with that same confidence he always carried, he gently held your chin and pressed his lips to yours.

He was inviting you to follow… but there was no response.

You pulled back. It wasn’t dramatic, just a tiny space, barely a few centimeters. But for him, it was enough.

"Y/n..." he whispered. His voice was deep, rough, but controlled, like every word cost him his calm. "Something wrong?"

You hesitated. Swallowed hard, looked down. You couldn’t hold his gaze. And in the end, with a low voice, almost embarrassed, you confessed:

"It’s just… I don’t know how to kiss."

For a second, Bakugo went silent. He blinked, processing your words. And then, to his own surprise, let out a soft laugh—more like an incredulous exhale.

"That’s the problem?" he scoffed at himself, shaking his head for overthinking it so much.

"I feel like I’m gonna mess it up…" you said, biting your lower lip, insecure.

"There’s nothing to mess up, Y/n…" he replied sincerely. His voice sounded different now: lower, warmer, like he was talking to you from a place he didn’t show to just anyone.

You made a face, still not quite convinced.

"I’m gonna learn," you declared, more like a promise to yourself than to him.

"Oh yeah? And how you gonna learn?" he asked, crossing his arms, raising a brow with barely hidden amusement.

You went silent. You didn’t wanna admit what you’d already thought about. Didn’t wanna sound pathetic.

"Reading? Watching videos? Or worse… practicing with your reflection in the mirror?" he went on, and even though his tone had a teasing edge, it wasn’t mean.

"You’re making fun of me?"

"No," he denied, shrugging. "I’m just saying it’s kinda dumb… when you got me right here."

You looked at him, a little surprised, a little hopeful.

"You gonna teach me?"

He barely nodded, that half-smirk on his face that made you feel like you were the only person in his world.

"Who else, Y/n?"

"Now?"

"Now… if you want."

You didn’t say anything. You just closed your eyes and let yourself be guided. Because if you were going to learn, you wanted it to be with him.

The calluses of his palms grazed your cheeks, rough against your skin, but the touch was incredibly gentle. His thumbs stopped just beneath your cheekbones, drawing tiny circles, as if he was memorizing every detail of you.

The first touch of his lips was so light you barely noticed it. There was no pressure, no rush. Just the warmth of his breath mingling with yours.

He leaned in again, this time with a bit more pressure. His lips moved slowly, teaching you the rhythm:

To the right (a soft glide).

A pause (his lips stayed still, letting you feel the heat).

To the left (firmer this time).

By the time he pulled away, his fingers were still on your face, his eyes watching you intently.

“See? There’s nothing to mess up,” he said, and his voice, for the first time, sounded almost… sweet.

His lips brushed yours again, slowly, recreating that warm, soft connection where time seemed to fade away. He paused there for a moment, breathing with you.

“I’m gonna use my tongue this time,” he whispered, his lips barely parted from yours. “Just a little. And when I do… don’t freak out. You don’t have to do anything right away, okay?”

Bakugo kissed you again, just as slowly, but this time his tongue barely peeked out, grazing your lower lip. It was a light caress, an invitation, not an invasion. He waited for your reaction. When you didn’t pull away, he did it again, firmer this time, running his tongue softly along the seam of your lips, asking for permission with patience.

“Open them a little,” he whispered, his voice soft between kisses. “Not much… just a bit.”

You did.

His tongue sought yours carefully, touching it, brushing it gently, guiding you.

“Don’t push,” he murmured between sighs. “Just follow me… respond.”

When you dared to touch his tongue with more intent, when your movements stopped being clumsy and became curious, he smiled against your lips, quietly, as if he didn’t want to interrupt your progress.

“Feel it?” he asked, his breath mixing with yours, his voice low.

The sounds —your muffled moans, his approving grunts— became impossible to ignore.

Your hands, which had stayed still at your sides until then, rose of their own accord. Your trembling fingers found his chest first, feeling the wild thrum of his heartbeat under the shirt, before tangling in the collar of his hoodie.

By the time you pulled away, both of you were panting. Not exactly from lack of air, but from everything that kiss had awakened. Your lips still pulsed with every rapid beat of your heart, and his looked slightly more red, wet, and slightly parted.

A strand of saliva still connected you, glistening obscenely under the warm light of the sunset streaming through the window.

His thumb slid slowly over your lower lip, wiping away the trace with an unexpected tenderness.

“Not bad for a first lesson,” he murmured, his voice lower, rougher.

You let out a nervous laugh, still trying to catch your breath, but didn’t look away. Not after everything that had passed between you in that kiss.

“And… what grade do you give me?” you asked, barely a whisper, unable to hide the shyness still trembling in your voice.

Bakugo smirked, his gaze intense and slightly mocking as he leaned in a little toward you, letting his breath caress your skin.

“A grade high enough to want more, Y/n,” he replied, his tone low and husky. “But don’t get excited, there’s still plenty more to learn.”

The gleam in his eyes was clear: he wasn’t stopping there.

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