#i honestly don't mind if people request aus i don't work on anymore. i still enjoy drawing the characters

[nsharks]

bleeding blue | apocalypse au

part fourteen —other parts

pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader words: 3k tags: death. blood. cannibalism mention. zombies of course. AFAB reader. single dad ghost. there will be sex but it isn't here yet. slow burn!!! enemies to lovers. summary: After losing your companions, you run into a skull-masked man and his daughter. They are your last hope for survival.

Blue holds her arm out, stopping you from taking another step.

"Sh. I see one."

Up ahead, a squirrel stills on a tree, beady eyes unblinking. In a matter of seconds, Blue throws her knife and pins it to the bark through the stomach. 

"Nice," you comment. "You got it on the first try this time."

In your hand is the other squirrel she killed for you. Ghost started working on your bow yesterday. He didn't say anything to you about it, but you spotted him sitting on the porch chiseling away at a hunk of oak. Until he's finished, you've struck another deal: helping Blue skin the rabbits in exchange for her killing squirrels with you. She's better at killing them with a knife than you are. 

"This is good practice for me." She wriggles the knife out and hands you the kill. "Poor guy didn't see it coming."

"Probably better that way."

She slips the knife back to her ankle. "Do you need more? Or is two enough."

"Two is enough. I saw these flowers by the trench that I think are edible."

"You can eat flowers?" She makes a face. The two of you begin heading back toward the camp. You didn't go off too far with her. Ghost said she wasn't allowed to go past the pond without him. Truthfully, you were surprised he let her go with you at all. 

"Yeah. Pink Sorrel. They taste lemony, and I'll add the leaves, too. Like a salad."

"Yum," she says sarcastically. "Did Paul teach you that?"

You nod. "He knew a lot about plants."

"Are you sure he didn't like you?" 

"Blue," you almost groan. "You've asked me this twice now."

"Well, you seemed to have spent a lot of time with him, and he taught you a lot of things."

"You can spend time with someone and learn things from them without... liking them."

"I wouldn't know," she shrugs, waving her hand around. "There are no boys here for me to spend time with besides Ghost." 

"Paul didn't like me in that way," you reaffirm. "Besides, he's dead."

There is a lingering pause as a cloud rolls over the sun, turning everything dim before it passes. The weather these past few days has been fluctuating like true spring. Cold showers in the morning, intense sunlight by noon, and clouds that come and go. The cabbages Blue planted have sprouted fat, juicy leaves. You've mentally scolded yourself for not including seeds in your deal with Ghost. 

"So when are you and Ghost going to start training or whatever?" Blue speaks up, switching subjects.

"Training?" you repeat.

"He told me you wanted to learn some things." She glances at you. "Look, let me just warn you, he can be a real hard ass. One time, he made me climb up and down a tree twenty times without stopping. And another time, he made me throw knives over and over until I hit the exact same spot on the tree again."

Right. Somehow, that last request you made of him has slipped your mind. You did ask him to teach you how to better defend yourself against other people.

It's been over a week now, and the two of you still haven't talked much except for the necessities. Honestly, it's probably best that way. Maintaining a clinical relationship with him should keep the peace and maybe even earn more of his trust. You're growing confident that he doesn't see you as much of a threat anymore. Last night, you ran into him again after waking up from another dream, and all he did was walk past you, step outside for a cigarette, and then go back to his room. He didn't seem suspicious of you being up at all.

That said, the reminder of the 'training' he's supposed to give you makes your teeth snag onto your lip. 

When you don't respond, Blue adds, "What exactly do you want him to show you? I hate to say it, but I don't think he'll give you one of his guns."

"No," you shake your head. "I don't want that. It's not Greys that I'm as worried about. As long I've got distance, I can use my bow for them. It's more about... other people. They get close. Too close."

"Well, you can always bite their nose off," she gives a bump to your shoulder.

You cringe. "I'd rather not have to do that again."

She pauses, looking at her boots. "What did it taste like?"

"Fucking awful. Probably the grossest thing I've ever experienced."

She looks up. "If you were a Grey, you would've loved it."

"Well, I'm human still, and I much prefer these guys." You wag the dead squirrels in front of her face and she laughs. If you could replace all her tears with that sound, you would.

"You still haven't answered my question," Blue tilts her head. "When are you getting started? Because I have some training in mind for you, too."

You arch a brow but don't question it. "Um. I don't know. Ghost hasn't said anything to me about it, and he's busy working on my bow right now."

"Why don't you ask him, then?" She shoots you a knowing smirk. "Are you scared of him, Twix?"

"No," you say all too quickly. "No... I'm not. I just don't know how to talk to him. He's not exactly approachable."

"Just do what I do. I say whatever I want to him. Except when he's pissed, then—" she freezes for a moment and lays a hand on your shoulder. "—it's better to shut up and listen. Believe me."

You speak under your breath. "Noted."

It's another dream that night which pushes you to actually confront him. The loud voices sharpen into images— a bloodied knife at your throat, a toothy smile, carved body parts. You wake up and grab your neck, expecting to feel severed tissue. Instead, you feel damp skin. Something bubbles up your throat and fills your mouth. Squirrel and Pink Sorrel. The taste makes you shudder, but you swallow your dinner back down. The dark, quiet living room mocks you. 

The morning after that, you find him on the porch. It's not raining, but the air pricks the back of your neck with dew. You've already bathed and woven your hair into braids, which is growing longer by the day and bordering on an inconvenience.

Ghost tilts his head the second a wood plank creaks beneath your footsteps, tearing his gaze away from the assortment of carving knives in his lap. You've caught him in the moment before he's started to work on your bow again.

He is wearing that balaclava that makes him look more man than ghost, along with a black hoodie and faded, brown jacket. The whites of his eyes are visible, slowly sliding up to yours. You fully realize he isn't going to greet you with a hello, and standing there in an uncomfortable silence doesn't interest you, so you bite the bullet.

"I want to start that other thing I asked you for."

He seems to know what you're referring to. "Right now?"

Your nails dig into your palms, realizing that you should've waited for a time when he wasn't preoccupied. Though, he's hardly ever not doing something. 

Blue was right. Something about him has you subconciously on the defensive; it's something you want to get over if this living arrangement is going to be long-term, which you'd prefer it to be. It was about two months ago now that he nearly killed you, and since then, he has kept you alive ten times over. Maybe you should focus on that: on the hand that pulled you up, on the warm jacket over your shoulders, on the bow he is making.

"Whenever you have the chance. But— now, if we could."

Ghost lowers his eyebrows and seems to think it over. "Now is fine. Your bow will have to wait a bit, then."

"That's okay," you speak as you exhale. "I don't mind."

It's at that moment Blue pushes through the front door and you almost startle. "Can I come with you guys?"

Ghost folds his knives up and responds in a firm tone. "No. You have work to finish up."

"But my leg is hurting," she retorts lightly. "I'd rather sit and watch you guys."

"Your leg was just fine yesterday when you were hunting and climbing trees." 

"That was yesterday. Today, it hurts." She bites her lip and shrugs.

"How convinient." He gives her a dry look.

"So is that a yes?"

"It's a no."

With a groan, she goes back inside. 

Ghost escorts you out of the gate and towards a small clearing nestled within a circle of trees. As you follow behind him, you find your eyes straying to his broad back and for a moment, you wonder if maybe you've changed your mind— or maybe you want to tell him to wait until Blue can come join.

But you remind yourself that survival is a proactive game; you can't laze around and keep getting sick from the memories. You need to shut them away into that box you've made, and in the meantime, get stronger.

"Here is good," he says, stopping.

It's been awhile since you've done anything like this. There were plenty of times Paul 'trained' you. He used to make you shoot at the trees until your back muscles were practically immobile. As an ex forest ranger, he wasn't much of a fighter. His advice was always this: "Don't let anyone or anything get close enough to where you have to fight them."

Clearly, his advice can only go so far.

In the five years you were at your old camp, you managed to keeps things at a distance for the most part. A few Greys had snuck up on you, resulting in thrashing and wrestling around to avoid bites. But there were only one or two times that you had to engage in close combat with a human. The few other survivors you encountered were usually punished by Paul's rifle or your arrows. 

You shed your jacket and hang it on a branch, left in just Ghost's shirt and your jeans. "So, um, what should I start with? Running laps?"

"You want to learn how to defend yourself, not run a marathon."

"Right." You nod and rub at the gooseflesh that sprouts on your arm. You turn to face him. "I was joking."

Ghost ignores your comment with a pensive expression, staring you down across the short distance. You put on a blank face and meet his eyes expectantly. 

The silence stretches for a second longer than what would be deemed normal. Is this just how he is, then? Or is it only with you? You're about to say something to put an end to it when he suddenly crosses his arms over his chest.

"You were a nurse." It should come out like a question, but it's more of a statement. His voice nearly makes you jump. 

You can't help it; you look away. "Um. I... wasn't, actually."

Why is he bringing this up? Never once has he asked anything about you. In fact, you sometimes toy with the thought that he might have forgotten your real name by now.

"Figured," he says.

You frown, flashing him a confused look. "What? Why?"

"You're a bit too young to have been a nurse five years ago."

You think back to the moment he found you with an inward wince. "So you knew I wasn't telling the truth?"

"It didn't matter if you were or not."

That's right. I don't need a nurse, he said. 

"It wasn't a total lie," you clarify, dropping your arms at your sides. "I was in nursing school."

He rubs his chin. "You should understand the body, then— its weak points."

Your fingers flex before they gesture to your face. "The nose and eyes are obvious ones. But... but if someone grabs me from behind like," you forcefully inhale, "Like you did, then I won't be able to reach them."

He gives a short nod, then looms closer. You will your boots to remain planted in the damp soil despite the overwhelming proximity and intimidating mass of him. You blink up as he points a gloved finger to the hinge of his jaw. "There's this, too. Pretty easy to dislocate." His fingers move to side of his corded neck. "And here. The throat is weak and vital."

"I still wouldn't be able to reach those," you point out.

"You have more than just your arms, Twix."

"So my head, then?"

"That's one way." He moves a step back and you release a breath you didn't realize you were holding. "Why don't you show me what you'd do— give it a try."

The suggestion should be expected given what you're asking of him— of course he would have to touch you at somepoint. Yet, it makes you stiffen. He motions his hand for you to turn around and with great hesitance, you comply, until you hear the crunch of twigs beneath his boots as he closes in behind you. You stare straight ahead at a tree and focus on breathing. 

"Relax. I'm not going to hurt you."

His flat tone makes your eyes twitch in irritation and you are glad he can't see them. "Yeah. I know."

Just as he did all that time ago, his burly arms wrap around you, though not as firm and threatening. Your feet don't hang and you're not skin and bones this time, but once again, you are imprisoned against a hard chest. Your lungs pick up their pace and an artery in your neck jolts. 

"Just show me what you'd do," he says slowly, warm breath fanning across the top of your hair. "Don't worry about hurting me."

You wriggle against him, but even without issuing all his strength, it's useless. You stomp on his foot, figuring that toes are pretty vulnerable, but his thick boot hurts your sole more than you could possibly have hurt him. Your eyes begin to sting. You suddenly find yourself panting in frustration. Before you can even think about trying to use your head, full-blown panic unfurls in your chest. 

"Let go," you say under your breath. He must not hear you. Your voice turns to a snarled hiss. "Fucking let go of me."

His hold immediately loosens and you stagger forward, creating much-needed distance. Heavy breaths scratch up your throat. You wipe the back of your hand over your forehead and close your eyes for a moment, seeing blood and burnt skin against the backs of your lids. When you reopen them, Ghost is staring at you. The humiliation sets in as a red flush on your cheeks.

"Sorry," you shake your head and stare up at the clouded sky. "Just— maybe we should go back." Your arms hug around your stomach to keep its contents contained. "We can start this another day."

Throwing up in front of him again is low on the list of things you'd enjoy doing. He's already seen you near-death— no need to add a mental breakdown to your repertoire. Your lips press tightly together as you head to the tree for your jacket, but his gruff voice pauses your fingers against the embroidered flag on its sleeve.

"This isn't going to work if you don't tell me what is bothering you."

Your hand drops. "What?"

"What happened when you went to get the ammo, Twix?" he presses.

"I..." 

To tell him would be to pry open that box you've made and let him peek inside. He has never even asked a single question about you until today, so you press onto the lid, tight, and turn to face him with pleading eyes. "I don't want to talk about it with you, Ghost. Don't make me."

In response, he lifts up his hands in resignation. "Alright." He lowers them. "Why don't you at least tell me how you handled it?"

"Why?"

He taps a finger to his masked temple. "So I can understand how you think. How you keep surviving all this shit."

The wave of nausea settles as you form your response. "I... I burned him. He cleaned the bite on my arm with some alcohol. I distracted him a little and then smashed the bottle on his head. I had my lighter, so I used it."

Slowly, he nods, as if your words are not all that surprising to him. "And how about at the base when I left you?"

"There was that Grey," you remind him. "I bit the guy's nose and pushed him into it. If it hadn't been there, Blue and I would be dead. You see? I survived because I was lucky. I hardly know what I'm doing."

Ghost argues. "You survived because you saw opportunities and took them. You were smart about it."

"And what about when there are no opportunities? I will just panic like I did now." The tightness in your chest turns into something that has you roughly grabbing the jacket and sheathing your bare arms. "Let's just go back now.”

This time, he doesn't protest. The silence that clouds the short walk back is expected on his part, and purposeful on yours. 

#simon ghost riley x you #simon riley x reader #ghost #cod #simon ghost riley x reader #fanfiction

[yelenasdiary]

~Blog Update~

Here's what to expect, ideas I have in mind & other bits and bobs!

Post is a little lengthy, again!

Requests -

Requests will stay closed until the end of the year! I am going to try my absolute best to write as many of them before the new year starts and have decided that January 1st 2024, I will delete all remaining requests to start the new year fresh!

I plan on making a better way to get requests done faster so that I do not end up having this same issue within the new year. I am sorry if this is bothers anybody, I just have far too many and I am somebody who hates to disappoint and keep people waiting.

If you're worried that your request has been deleted, feel free to re-send it in the new year!

Series -

As I posted the other day, I have decided to discontinue Forbidden & 21 Questions. I am simply just focusing on requests right now, as mentioned above, I have far too many!! So I thought it would be best to cancel them. Although, that being said, I do plan on bring back Forbidden in the new year!

The Third Widow will eventually get an update, it's my longest chaptered series and there was no way I was going to delete that! But at this stage, I have no idea when I will update. The series will come to a close either before or in the new year.

Mini Series -

I would love to start another mini series! Something with 4-6 chapters as I do find them a lot easier to write than a series chapter! (I like to make series chapters over 2.5K words if I can!) So I am trying to think of an idea for a new mini series, the last one we had I believe was Different Kind of Love!

Alternative Universes -

I still have The Widow's AU of Natasha's Mob, although I do kind of plan on deleting that. I just don't think about is truly interested in that anymore and I've only written for Drug Lord! Yelena x Reader. I would keep those fics and just move them to the Yelena master list!

Something different in the works, so far it's just an idea but I would love to do a 1950s AU of most Marvel Characters, I would split it so that you can chose to read romantic fic with said character or platonically. Again, this is an idea, nothing really set but honestly at this rate I would only do it if people were interested. It's getting a little hard to think of content and not be like everybody else x.

Buy Me A Coffee -

Yesterday I made an account with BMAC and since doing so I have been thinking about opening commissions for marvel doodles! Given it's coming up to the holidays, I thought if anybody was interest, I could draw you either a custom doodle OR you can buy a limited edition doodle!

I have ideas to draw characters as cartoon snowmen, reindeers, gingerbread men & even coming up with a snowflake design! The prices would be low but the snowflake design would be at least $7-8.

If this is something you'd be interested in, please let me know!

& again, I do not expect anybody to buy me a coffee, the link is in my master list if you would like too xx.

Christmas -

As mentioned in my last update, I am doing a Christmas theme! I will be writing a mix of different fics, Fluff, Smut & Angst with a total of 13 fics to post! I will post them every Monday, Wednesday & Friday.

No content posts will be made on Tuesdays & Thursdays unless it's a mood board.

Questions -

If you have any questions about anything, don't hesitate to reach out! I like making sure everybody is in the loop and knows what's to come.

#yelenasdiary rambles #yelenasdiary blog update

[scary-monsters]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @crown-of-winterthorne, thank you friend!!! 🧡🧡🫶🏻

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 33 total! i've got 8 for jjba, 25 for haikyuu

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 473,497 🤯🤯🤯

3. What fandoms do you write for? currently only jjba, i don't anticipate anything else for a long time since my major interests tend to last for years

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? unsurprisingly they're all ushiten 😭 i won't link them but: "i'm a house with no windows" (200k friends-to-lovers), "shuffle" (fake dating/only one bed tropes), "fascinating facts about geckos" (high school teachers au), "on display" (nsfw oneshot), and "morning routine" (my very first fic ever posted :')) aw)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? i try to!!!! sometimes i get really behind (like i am right now ugh) and that's either because i'm busy or i can't properly put my gratitude into words 😔 but i think i get to most of them eventually. i don't really reply to the ushiten ones anymore, but they still mean a lot to me.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? i.. don't think i have any?? i love writing angst but i really cannot handle sad endings.. i'm a sappy little romance-obsessed fool, i fear i'm incapable of anything but sweet and fulfilling endings

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i mean it's gotta be "i'm a house with no windows".... they literally grew up together and got married and then visited their hometown as middle-aged men.. i don't know if i can out-do that. but if we're talking jjba then probably my most recent diego fic, "ritz to the rubble"

8. Do you get hate on fics? i have before LMAO, nothing too horrible but honestly i just shrug it off. i like my writing and i know lots of other people do too so i can't be bothered

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? ummmmmm yes.. i write a lot of it HFDSKLHGKLS.. i won't detail that here bc this isn't a nsfw blog but my ao3 speaks for itself.

10. Do you write crossovers? nope! the idea hasn't ever even crossed my mind

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? i feel like.. i remember someone telling me that one of my ushiten fics was on wattpad at one point but i never saw it myself and that was years ago so ??? MAYBE?? i truly don't know

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? i couldn't find evidence of it but i remember someone requesting to translate a fic of mine to chinese?? and i had no problem with it but AGAIN LOL these things happened in like 2016 or 2017 so it's been a hot minute and my memory is garbage

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? not really, i attempted to collab with a couple friends in the past but it really didn't work out very well.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? diego and me (im kidding. kind of.), i mean currently it's dinopants and dinoballs. i love diejoni as well but the other two reeeeaaally hit that sweet spot for me. i like ushiten in a way that's like... aww.. those were my boys and now they're grown up and moved out ?? they are cute but they aren't My Guys anymore

15. What’s a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? UGH I HAD a dinopants university au that i started over a year ago but i ended up using one of the previously written scenes for my recent fic so i doubt i'd ever finish the original one. for the most part i finish what i start, though.

16. What are your writing strengths? DIALOGUE !!! at least to me, anyway. i think i'm really good at getting into a character's head and analyzing them and how they'd handle social situations, which is funny bc i have trash social skills. i fucking love character analysis in general

17. What are your writing weaknesses? i think i tend to overuse words sometimes... maybe lean too heavily into dialogue.. i'm always always always trying to get better, so in a way i think i look at everything as a weakness that i'm constantly working to improve

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? i've tossed in little fragments of Italian when i write gyro but other than that i don't think i'd personally do it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? realistically? naruto 💀 my original old-ass clunky desktop had several word docs of deidara fic, i'm like 99% sure. too bad limewire and heaps of viruses killed the damn thing

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? atm i think it's gotta be extra hot, well stirred, light foam :')) i was so iffy about it while writing but i think it's such a perfect balance of funny and sexy and i'm quite proud of it. it would make sense to say a fic from a while ago but i don't like my writing from back then.. i just think i've gotten so so so much better

IM TAGGINGGG @reclusiverisottonero @swallowed-teeth @hammerofspace @penny-lane-123 @phvntom-limbs but no pressure, lovingly patting y'all on the head regardless 🧡

#EEEEE i love tag games 🧡 and i love my writer friends and i wanna see their answers

[undertale-writing-times]

Hey, I have an idea that I definitely haven’t been overthinking!

How would Nightmare,Killer,Dream,Axe and Cross react to a S/O who has large feathered wings , but one of their wings is badly misshaped from a old break that never healed properly. (Also, semi-irrelevant, but they’re a monster not a human, and are very tall-)

They’d never talk about it, but eventually after so long they open up. Turns out they were pushed off a ledge by some pranksters and couldn’t catch the wind with their wings before they hit the floor. They never went to get medical care for it though because they were embarrassed by it back then. They obviously regret their decisions now though as their wing is always sore , locked in a uncomfortable position from the way it healed. Sometimes the wing will randomly start hurting really bad, so much that they get dizzy and have to sit down and wait it out. Also they obviously can’t fly anymore.

Other than that though, the feathers are suuuper soft, and although the broken wing is mostly stiff, they will still wrap their one working wing around their skellie lover for a hug or while they’re sleeping. And if they’re ever caught out in the rain they’ll use their working wing as an umbrella for them, holding it stretched over their head so no rain gets to them.

Also, they love for people to play with and pet their wings! It’s soothing to them, and they will close their eyes and purr. As long as they don’t try move the broken one too much, or else Y/N may snap at them and get a little annoyed (it doesn’t last long, they usually apologise about a minute later)

(Sorry for this being so specific! I’ve just been thinking about this a lot .feel free to change or miss out any details.Also if I requested too many characters or a character you don’t wanna write feel free to miss some out. And if you don’t wanna do this ask then just ignore this altogether- I just thought that this was fun and could be very wholesome.)

Hey, don't worry about it! It was a really fun ask and I had a wonderful time writing it ^^ I did take out Cross though, I'm still not really... into him. Still thinking about his character and all that.

Nightmare: When he learns the reasoning behind your broken wing, or at least incorrectly healed wing, he feels anger. So many people think that they're allowed to do whatever they want, just because you're a monster! Humans and monsters are both bad. That is something that Nightmare learned... Another thing that he learned was the fact that your wing often hurt you, and he would rather... that not happen. He starts to learn a lot of things about different bones and the way that they can break. He remembered one time that Killer broke his arm, so honestly, he remembered a little about it. One day, after you went to sleep, he put something over your soul. He took it from another AU, it would stop you from waking up and pretty much your soul disconnected from your body. Anything that happened to it, you wouldn't feel... in the morning when you woke up again, your body felt... different. Of course it was planned! He worked everything out himself, and when you woke up, your wing wasn't hurting anymore. Sci had to help them a lot with that... it was troublesome, but he didn't mind going through that trouble if it was for his datemate. Someone that he, of course, loved. If you get mad at him for doing it without telling you, he would have said that he did it like that for a lot of reasons. The biggest, just so you wouldn't be worried. Now relax... he wants to go for one, and I mean one single, fly. He wants to see what happens.

Killer: Killer knew about your broken wing before you even told him, it was pretty easy to see the damage done to it, really. He sometimes liked to call you two broken bone buddies! Even before you two got together... he loves to cuddle up into your wings, and sometimes wishes that you could put both of them around him, but he doesn't want to push you cause, you know, that might hurt you? Even so, he still likes to play with your feathers. It's relaxing for him he says, and grounding? It helps him remember where he is cause you're the only monster that he's seen in a long time that has wings! So if you're here, everything must be alright. When he learns the reasoning behind your broken wing, he lets out a little sound then nods a little to show he heard you "I've had a few broken bones myself" he tugs his shirt up, showing the rib. One of them was missing a piece "It broke when I first came to this group, lost the piece. Totally sucked... broken bone buddies" he lightly teases, but also he was showing you something that he hadn't shown anyone! He didn't like to... show weaknesses, you know? This was a weakness. Sometimes when he got too excited, moved too fast, or his soul went too fast or hard his chest would start to hurt. So hey! He cares about you. Yay :D

Dream: Dream is, shockingly, really good at taking care of wings! He says because he used to have a pet dove. He would take care of them very well, and it helped him get ready for you! Not that you're, you know, his pet or anything! He didn't mean that at all, more just you had wings like a dove! Unless you didn't like that then you didn't! Uhh... anyway! He will help get your feathers in order if they're ever messy, and he buys you a special pillow for your damaged wing and even offers to share his magic with you so he could heal it correctly. It would take a lot of his magic energy, but he could easily heal it and be 100% the next day! The idea of you being in pain all the time always makes him so upset... sometimes he gets headaches because of the amount of time that he was in stone, and his mind goes cloudy/blurry at times, but he didn't think that that could compare to yours at all. When he learns the story of what happened to your wings, and you of course, he couldn't help but feel sad and... hurt and just mad! How could someone do that to you? He didn't even know the person and he already didn't like them. When you cover him up with your good wing while cuddling, or when it's raining, he gets so flustered and will always cover his face with his hands "Y-You don't have to do that for me, Y/n" he would tell you, but he really likes the fact that you do... it makes him feel loved and really good about himself. Now! If you do accept him healing your broken wing he will do it then you would have to take care of him while he was trying to get his energy back... he might complain about it and say you don't need to, but it's the best idea to do it.

Axe: Axe knows about the fact that your wing is broken, and you don't even have to tell him not to touch it cause he understands what it's like to have something that's broken and hurts when you touch it. Whenever you start to hurt because of your wing, he'll often lean against you, or rest his head on your lap, and start to purr loudly. It's something that he does when he's happy, but also something that he does when he wants to try to make people feel better. Sorta like a cat, you know? If you tell him you don't like it, he will stop, but he looks so lost and sad that it's, honestly, sad to see him so upset. When he learns the reasoning behind your broken wing, you literally have to stop him from trying to go out to find the people to kill them. It's, you know, bad cause he wouldn't be able to find them. Still allowed to be annoyed, though! After that he's gonna be really protective of you, and I have no idea how tall you are, but if you're taller than him, he's really easy to fluster. It's kinda adorable. He nuzzles up against you a lot, purring and nuzzling into your wing. He loves how soft they are and will often be seen nuzzled up into them while trying to sleep. He's literally drowning in your scent every time he does that, and he loves it. He wants literally nothing else. Ever. Just put your wing around him the best you could, and he would start to flipping vibrate.

#Dreamtale #Dreamtale Nightmare #Nightmare #Nightmare Sans #Dreamtale Nightmare Sans #Dreamtale Dream #Dreamtale Dream Sans #Dream #Dream Sans #Killer #Killertale #Killertale Sans #Killer Sans #Horrortale #Horrortale Sans #Axe #undertale alternate universe #undertale alternate timeline #undertale ask blog #undertale imagines #undertale au #undertale headcanons

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hyeonsu lee x reader headcanons? thanks

hyeonsu lee x reader headcanons

details: general canon au but if nothing bad ever happened <3, gender neutral reader

a/n: thank u for requesting, i hope this will do!! 💖

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> i don't think he'd fall in love easily, but there was just something about you that pulled him in; whatever your best charm is, that's most likely it. (and if you don't think you have a charm, well, you do. hyeonsu said so. no, he will not let you deny him)

> arrogant and confident, he would not hesitate to flirt right away. he's not exactly lowkey and if that's your thing, great! if not he'll consider toning down a bit but otherwise he's too stubborn to change his attitude just to please someone

> once y'all start dating, hyeonsu actually does tone down a little because you're his partner now so there's no need to win your heart anymore

> please be prepared for mean humor with him as your boyfriend. he means it in good heart and you can 100% banter with him back, he encourages it even

> surprisingly kind of chill dating him. of course, he still loves exciting adventures and causing havoc, but 60% of the time he keeps to himself unless it looks like someone's picking a fight (meaning, they don't intend to but it seems like it to hyeonsu)

> so uh... yeah. he's got a temper. please put him on a (metaphorical) leash sometimes

> dates with him are long, usually because they aren't in one place; you guys are always on the move. that is, unless it's a movie theater date or you guys decided to just hang out at home (like, your house or something i guess ?)

> hyeonsu knows how relationships work--he doesn't intend to just have you as a trophy lover or someone to keep him check; he wants you to be happy and comfortable with him, to see him as someone to depend on 'cause that's what boyfriends do, right? (he's actually a little inexperienced but like hell he'll let you know)

> he's very aggressively supportive of you ^_^ while he understands if you can't feel good about yourself everyday, he's making damn sure to be there to reassure you on your not-so-good days !!

> this.

> i.e. he loves showing you off and bragging about you whenever he can <3

> if you need to shittalk/rant, he will listen. he loves shittalking so much its unbelievable. even if he's clueless about what you're talking about, he's hyping you up like "right?! what a fucking asshole!"

> just... be a little careful when shittalking with him because if it involves someone mistreating you, hyeonsu's planning a murder in his mind, or at least to teach a Very good lesson to the person who dared to piss off/hurt his beloved

> he's awkward if you need to vent because he's uhm. not good at comforting or giving advice but he'll still listen, of course, and do what he can !!

> slightly territorial over you; "i don't trust the people around you" kind of situation. he's perfectly confident you like him too much to cheat

> still gets jealous easily anyway. it's why he always wants to hold your hand or have an arm around your waist/shoulders in public! does get way more touchy in private though. in all honestly he doesn't care about pda, but he at least wants to respect your feelings on it (unless you also don't mind)

> his ego gets so inflated if you call him anything along the lines of "my man/boyfriend"

> generally a big show off just so you can compliment him <3 boyfriend that goes, "this one's for you, babe," when he tosses a basketball into a hoop and he actually doesn't miss <3

> all in all, a loud and messy but well intentioned lover. there's never a dull moment with him! 💖

#viral hit x reader #how to fight x reader #hyeonsu lee x reader #wrote more than expected; it was actually fun thinking of this dude lmao #requests

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Di'kut - Soulmate AU

AN: Well, you guys didn't care for my angsty Soulmate AU, so here is another one! I'd say its happier than last time though, at least it ends on a happier note. I honestly feel a bit bad, because for the life of me I can not let Paz be happy.... if there is enough requests, i might write a part 2 for this. Oh, this is also my last fic for @maybege May's Birthday Bash and I just wanted to say I had a lot of fun writing these fics and I hope I didn't break your hearts that badly with the other two Paz fics ;). Love you all!

Pairing: Paz Vizsla x GN!Mandalorian!Reader

Words: ~4k (this was supposed to be short...)

Rating: Everyone

Summary: Paz Vizsla is the biggest di'kut you have ever had the misfortune of meeting, and it is just your luck that he is your soulmate. (Soulmate AU-the first words your soulmate say to you are tattooed on your body)

Warnings: Paz is an asshole, descriptions of using blasters, someone gets shot but the blaster is on stun so they don't get hurt, some angst, bit of an enemies to lovers (let me know if I missed anything!!)

Masterlist

When the black smudge on your arm finally became legible you were still young enough that the inky black taunt written in scratchy penmanship made you spiteful, and made you form a prepubescent anger towards your soulmate. The words mocked you morning and night, through all your training and lessons,, through your free time, every second of every day the words, “You are no mandalorian,” flowed through your head on repeat, and made you want to give anything to smash your soulmate’s face in. You were just as much of a mandalorian as the rest of your family, you fought for the title, trained for the title, memorized and lived by the tenants of the Resol'nare, and like thousands of mandalorians before you, you mourned and watched as your family was taken from you as you had barely reached adulthood.

Your mother used to worry about you, about how instead of the love your soulmate’s words were supposed to bring you, you became spiteful. She used to whisper to you, try and calm you, with soothing words she would say, “Whoever they are they will know they are wrong quickly, ad’ika, your soulmate will love you and learn to regret all the pain these words have caused you. Plus I bet whoever they are, are just saying these words out of jealousy, because you are the strongest, most bright little warrior I have ever met and I, along with your father, are so proud of you.” And her words helped, at times that the words hurt the most, when they caused rage to flare up, you would let her words flow through your mind and they would quiet your thoughts, even now years after she was taken from you.

Over time your pettiness for your soulmate softened, though it never fully disappeared, now the words just hurt, so you covered them, always. Never looked at them, and only took off your long shirts when you bathed, still taking care to keep your eyes from drifting to your arm. To help yourself ignore the words, to ignore the pain that came with them, you threw yourself into work, anything you could find, all the while searching for other mandalorians, as your heart yearned to be back among your people and drained for living years on your own.

And that is what led you to Nevarro. Rumors whisper in the wind that several mandalorians have been spotted on the planet, though never more than one at a time, and usually a younger, more reckless one donned in red and silver armor. It took you a few days, longer than you had liked, as you were eager and impatient to not be alone anymore, but eventually, that mandalorian in red and silver armor cornered you, and you must have said all the right things, you must have proven you weren’t a threat, because he had led you to where his tribe hid away from everyone, and once you entered the tunnels you had to bite your tongue and swallow back the tears that wanted to escape from the overwhelming feeling of safety that immediately washed over you.

It had taken a while for the red mandalorian to lead you to the tribe, and a few more to take you to their leader, their armorer, the mandalorian explained how he had found you, and once the armorer nodded he turned and left. Neither of you said anything for a few minutes, and you found yourself intimidated by the woman in front of you, but you also couldn’t help but feel respect for her as the air that surrounded you was something you had never felt before, but knew deep down she has earned every ounce of respect that her tribe gave her. Then you heard her sturdy, and calm voice echo through the forge, ��Why are you here, mandalorian?”

Bowing your head, you responded as evenly as possible, given your racing heart and trembling fingers, “I heard rumors of other mandalorians here on Nevarro….I came to see if there was a tribe I may join, and I must say my heart is full knowing that I have found more of my people.”

“You want to join our tribe,” she paused long enough for you to look up into her pitch-black visor and give a small nod, “Well then, tell me, is there a reason you are not with your original tribe?”

You bit your lip under your helmet, taking a shaky breath before giving a bit of a jerky nod. “Yes… my tribe… my family were found and wiped out by the empire.”

“How long have you been alone and searching for another tribe, my child?”

“Years… I...I do not have an exact number to give you, I lost track as I threw myself into searching and working.”

The armorer gave a single nod, and you could see her shoulders relax slightly before she spoke again, “You will be welcomed into our tribe, it is an honor to be able to bring a lost mandalorian back to their people.”

You let out a shaky breath, one that you had not realized you had been holding, and bowed your head again, “Thank you, I promise you will not regret this. I was very well learned in my tribe and one of the top warriors in my age group, I can help the tribe in any way you need me to, wherever you need help, I can be of service.”

“That is a relief to hear, especially with our need for a teacher for our foundlings. Once you are settled, we can discuss what all you know and assign you an age group to work with.”

“Thank you again...it is nice knowing I am not alone anymore," and in reply, she only nodded.

In a few short days, you had met with the armorer a few more times and went over everything you had been taught and what all you were confident in teaching, which was quite a lot and had even surprised her and resulted in a bit of praise of your knowledge. Quickly you started teaching the foundlings, each taking to you like a duckling to water, and finally, you started feeling at peace for the first time since you could remember. But then you made an important discovery, something that should have honestly clicked sooner.

In your small classroom, you would often take off your helmet so that you could talk with the children face to face. The children all loved it and in your opinion, you always thought that it was easier to learn when you could see your instructor’s face, read their emotions. But when lessons were over, you would put your helmet back on and nod to the parents they picked up their children, or to the foundlings who would walk themselves to and from lessons. It was a habit to wear your helmet by this point, it felt like a safety blanket after practically living in it all these years, and you just never really put two and two together that you had never seen any of the other mandalorians in your new tribe without their helmets, too oblivious in your newly found peace. Then one day, as you were sitting on the floor with the youngest foundlings, the older ones at training, you were telling them stories your mother had told you, each of them completely entranced in your words, and you were too caught up in telling the story to notice the man sneaking into the room. Before you even knew what was happening, there was a solid hand wrapping around the back of your neck and another pulling your dominant hand behind your back and forcing you to stand and walk out of your classroom. You didn’t react, not out of shock, not because you couldn’t, but because your little foundlings all started freaking out and you knew if you went quietly and left them with reassuring words they wouldn’t be as scared.

Your capturer did not take you far, only escorting you a few doors down and into the forge where they threw you to the floor at the armorer’s feet snarling out, “I caught them helmetless in front of the foundlings.”

Looking at the floor, tears in your eyes from the rough treatment, things finally clicked in your brain, and you whispered, “You’re children of the watch.”

You could feel the armorer’s eyes on you, and when you finally looked up, she told you to stand, before asking, “You never took the creed, did you?”

You only shook your head and swallowed when the armorer nodded. The room quieted, only the soft roar of the flames from the forage could be heard, before you swallowed and set your head back, looking forward at the leader you have come to respect. “I am sorry I did not realize what tribe I had been brought into, had I known I was being welcomed into a tribe of children of the watch, I would have taken care to follow your rules. I may not have taken your creed, but I still respect you and your culture as a fellow mandalorian-”

“You are no mandalorian,” the man who had dragged you here spit out, interrupting you and making your blood freeze in your veins. The stories always romanticize the warmth that was supposed to come from hearing your soulmate's words, but you could only feel ice run through your veins at the hatred in his voice. You are sure that your eyes widened, and a bit of panic and anger spread on your face tells which the armorer in front of you noted, before looking past you and saying, “Paz Vizsla, what were you doing when you made this discovery?”

The man, Paz, scoffed behind you. “The older foundlings were talking nonstop about the new teacher during training, praising them, and saying how much they loved them so I wanted to see what was so great about the new teacher. Only when I walked in did I find this traitor sitting in front of our children.”

“So you are telling me that you left your post, where you were supposed to be helping train the older foundlings, so you could run around and investigate the newest member of the tribe. Then you thought it wise to humiliate them by dragging them here to me?”

You did not hear a reply, not caring enough to really process what was being said, as your brain was still processing the words that he, Paz Vizsla, your soulmate, had spit at you only moments prior. Your heart still thundering in your ears as you barely hearing the rest of the exchange between the armorer and the man behind you.

“Where are the young foundlings now?”

“Back in the-”

“You left them there alone… of course you did. Go sit with them until I am finished here, then we will be having a talk.”

Again, you heard no reply, but you did hear his footsteps retreating from the room. Not long after the faded, the armorer turned back to you. “You knew we were children of the watch, knew of our creed, how?”

Taking a deep breath, you looked towards the armorer, though you could not hold her gaze long. “My father, he had met some mandalorians that followed your way of life before. In fact he met many different mandalorians who each followed a different interpretation of the Resol'nare. He...he taught each of them to me, telling me, “We are all mandalorians, even if we view the way of life differently, we each live by the tenants. Accept each mandalorian you meet, do not judge, judging is what broke us all apart, and caused many deaths of our people. If we are to be one people again, we must learn acceptance.” And I have always taken great care to not forget those words or teachings.”

The armorer nodded her head, before softly saying, “Your father was a wise man, he taught you well,” she stayed quiet, the two of you thinking over everything that had happened and what you had said, but eventually, she continued, “I am not making you leave. There are not many of us mandalorians left, and while I do not entirely believe in your way of life, I will take a page from your book and respect it regardless, if you are willing to respect ours. All I ask is that you wear your helmet around the others, as you learned with Paz’s outburst, many are not accepting here.”

You nodded, giving a short, “Of course,” before she dismissed you to your room, saying that someone would bring your helmet to you.

After the incident, you avoided Paz Vizsla with everything you had, the sight of his blue armor immediately sparking rage in you. Never once staying in his presence long enough to speak to him, refusing to allow him to find out you were his soulmate. Through each passing insult, or demeaning comment he threw in your direction you just bit your tongue and walked away, taking the time later to curse his existence as you tore through and ruined several training dummies as you took your anger out on them. And you endured this, taking his scathing comments for months, years even.

Then you reached your boiling point. Paz Vizsla finally reached the limit of your patience. One of your students had been struggling in shooting training and was too shy to ask for more help from the instructor, not that you blamed them considering who the instructor was at the moment, Paz Vizsla. Instead, they had asked you, and you had agreed because you wanted nothing more than for all of your students to succeed, and felt honored that they felt safe enough with you to ask for your help. You had barely gone over the different parts of the blaster, having the student repeat it back to you twice, and had just started giving a small lecture over blaster safety when Din walked in, and you just nodded at him as he did the same before settling a few paces away. Din wasn’t home at the tribe often, so getting to see him was nice, the two of you being friendly, and it was an added bonus that with his marksmanship if you needed to, you knew he would be willing to come over and help in your little tutoring session. Turning back to your student, you asked them to show you how they had been shooting, to see what you were working with. Slowly, they picked up the blaster and shot at the target, barely hitting the outside ring, and you nodded at them when they looked over to you for approval.

“That wasn’t bad at all, ad’ika, but there are some things I think I can help you with,” stepping to the stall next to them, you pulled out your blaster and held it to the target, before looking to your student again. “First, I need you to relax, don’t be tense. The blaster is dangerous, yes, but you must respect it and treat it correctly and you will not be in danger. If you are tense, it makes the recoil worse, if your arms are relaxed though, your arms will absorb some of that recoil and you won’t jerk back so hard. Next, widen your stance just a little bit, okay? See how I am standing, and how my arms are slightly bent, not completely stiff? I want you to try shooting like that, and remember to use the sights on the barrel to aim.”

Your student nodded, fixing their stance as you safely put your blaster away. Their next shot hit much closer to the bullseyes eye, not hitting it, but hitting in between it and the ring just outside of it, and you smiled, opening your mouth to praise the foundling, but you weren’t able to get it out before a chuckle sounded out behind you, turning your stomach sour as your least favorite mandalorian spoke up, “I am surprised you even know how to hold a blaster, let alone how to teach someone to use one.”

Clenching your teeth, you let out a frustrated huff, whipping out your blaster and turning to look the man who has caused you nothing but hell the last few years right in the eye, before pointing your blaster at the target and shooting three shots without looking, and judging by the shocked laugh and the whispered, “That was kriffing amazing,” that came from your student, you think it was safe to say each shot found the middle of the target. Paz stayed silent though, and you could feel the glare he was shooting at you, but you just turned to Din, who was watching silently, and said, “Would you mind taking over for me? For some reason, I am starting to get a migraine.”

“Running away, as always, how very mandalorian of you,” Paz scoffed out as you passed him, and finally you were done. So before you could even think to stop yourself, you whipped your head to look at him, growling out, “You are the biggest di'kut of a mandalorian, Paz Viszla,” before stomping away. You of course too caught up in your anger to notice how he froze at your words, but you weren’t too out of sorts to hear his own angry stomping following after you. He caught up to you in no time, his stride longer longer than your own, but he made the mistake of trying to grab you again like he had a couple of years ago, but this time, you didn’t let him get past loosely wrapping his fingers around your wrist, immediately angling and throwing your elbow back so it would hit him in his unarmored side. He let out a very pained grunt and let go of you. He recovered faster than you could get away, though, so as he reached for you again, you whipped out your blaster and aimed it at him which caused him to freeze. Carefully, you set the blaster to stun, making sure he wouldn’t notice, but the thick-skulled mandalorian seemed distracted.

“Why didn’t you tell me,” he grumbled out, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, and you just looked him dead in the eye, before saying, “Why would I tell the person I hate the most that we are stuck together? Wasn’t a curse enough to know my soulmate, the person who is supposed to love me was the same person that hated me most in this world?”

Once you were finished speaking, still running on anger, not just from the encounter, but from every encounter since he drug you to the armorer, anger from the moment you could read his words, a lifetime of anger that had built up to this point, so you simply turned you blaster down, shooting the small area on his thigh that was uncovered twice, which was thankfully enough to drop him as he cursed. You just turned and walked away from him. You didn't know where you were going, but anywhere away from him was exactly where you wanted to be, and you took a bit of joy in him yelling after you and hearing him struggling to follow you.

You managed to avoid him for the rest of the day, just walking the tunnels that the tribe lived in, sticking to the most abandoned ones so you weren’t spotted. The few times you passed halls close to the covert you could hear his shouts and stomping, but you only quietly turned to go deeper into the tunnels. But it got late, and your anger had long since turned to exhaustion when Din found you wandering the tunnels slowly. He didn’t say anything, just walked beside you for a bit. Eventually, he did break the silence, though, “He’s sitting outside your door, convinced you’ve hidden yourself away in there and refusing to speak to him.”

You only laughed, the thought getting to you in your tired state to the point you found yourself leaning against the wall and holding your side from laughing so hard. It took a few minutes, but when the laughing subsided, you looked at Din and said, “Well I guess we know why you’re the bounty hunter. We’d have no money if he was the one out there tracking people down.”

Din chuckled, and the two of you started walking again, quiet following the two of you again. You zigzagged through a few halls, not really caring where you were heading still when Din broke the silence again, “Why did you never tell Paz you were his soulmate? He would have stopped if he had known.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head, letting out a sigh before answering, “It doesn’t really matter, does it? What would have changed? Because the way I see it, he hates me, soulmates or not, I am just a traitor to my people in his eyes, so what would the rose-colored lens of being his soulmate change? Why wouldn’t he still hate me? And if he did stop, and he did suddenly start caring for me, would it only be because I am his soulmate that I would suddenly be enough for him?....... Din, I didn’t...don’t see him changing his opinion of me because of our soulmate status. My father always said that the Vizslas weren’t shit.”

Din quietly led you through the tunnels, not saying anything until he finally stopped and turned to you, “While I agree with what your father said, I think you should at least hear him out. In fact, he's been listening the entire time,” and with that he tapped the side of his helmet, before he turned and left you standing there alone. It took a few seconds, but you realized that Din had led you to the end of the tunnel that led to your room, and like Din said, right beside your door looking directly at you stood the one person you did not want to talk to, but it was far too late to leave now. Instead, you held your head high and started towards your room, towards Paz. When you were only a foot or two away, he took a step forward, making you freeze.

“I should apologize.”

You didn’t say anything, too tired to deal with this, and your heart still full of bitterness for the man. But, you listened, not for Paz, not for yourself, but because Din had asked you to.

“What I did to you, what I have said to you was not okay….I should have listened to the armorer years ago when she berated me for treating you the way I did, and there is no excuse for it….. But what you said to Din...just because you’re my soulmate doesn’t mean I am instantly going to like you now...because I have always liked you, and I have hated myself for it, because you were so different from what I was raised to believe I wanted to hate you, but...but I never could.”

You took a deep breath and moved around Paz quietly reaching to put in your door code and stepping inside. Once you passed the threshold, you turned back to look at Paz, and only said, “I can’t forgive you Paz, not right now. What you have said to me...there is no justification for it,” you let that hang in the air for a few minutes, before looking him in the eye, “But… if you are willing to work to gain my trust, to gain my love, to gain my respect, and you learn to respect me, then, eventually, I think I could forgive you.”

Paz responded with a small head nod, and a quiet, “Of course, anything.”

Nodding back, you reached for the door panel, and before closing it, you said softly, “Good night, Paz.”

And as you closed the door, you heard him echo the sentiment back, softly saying your name at the end, before you heard his footsteps echo down the tunnel as he walked away, and for the first time since you were welcomed into the tribe, you felt yourself fill with hope for the possibility of a happier future.

Mando'a Translations:

Di'kut - idiot

ad'ika - little one, daughter/son

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connie springer + friends with benefits

A/N: this is very very self-indulgent and ended up being longer than intended but please enjoy my Connie brainrot bc i love him a lot and he needs more content

WARNINGS: 16+; friends with benefits relationship; mentions of sex; modern au

PAIRINGS: connie springer x gn!reader

TAGS: fluff, a tiny tiny bit of angst.

REQUESTS: open

One of the best people to get into a friends with benefits type of relationship 💯

You guys would have to be good friends before this kind of relationship happens. Connie may be fun and goofy from time to time but he wants to make sure you trust him as a partner and vice versa

He probably wasn't even looking for a fwb type relationship tbh it probably just happened and you guys just went with it

it probably started with growing sexual tension whenever you two hung out. A little playful flirting here and there 👀

At a party, you two were a little flirter than usual and he just looked around to see if anyone was around, and whispered in your ear if you wanted to make out in his car LMAO of course you agreed

things just escalated over time til he offered to take you home one night and you best believe he did NOT go home that night

When the post nut clarity finally hit that you guys hooked up, he just asks if you would want to do it again

Connie turned to look at you, lips slightly swollen, with a light dusting of pink on his cheeks and a light sheen of sweat on his chest. "So...wanna do it again?"

"Right now?!" you sit up, instantly feeling the soreness in your lower half. you definitely weren't ready for another round

"Not now, dummy. But maybe...whenever we both wanna, y'know..." he avoided looking at you, suddenly feeling embarrassed at his own proposition. "but if you totally don't want to, it's fine I understand."

A small smile dances on you lips. He looked cute all flustered, suddenly looking nervous when he was anything but just moments ago. "I think I'd like that."

You two don't really tell anyone, but you don't keep it a secret either. He'd tell them what's up if people would ask (if you wanted them to know) but since you guys flirt all the time no one really suspected anything more was going on

the longer your relationship progresses, the bolder he gets lmao literally went from being shy about asking to hookup in his apartment to dragging your ass you his car during a date because his dick "suddenly missed his best buddy" you smacked him

He is also very open to experimenting and trying new things. He'll try it once and if it doesn't work then it's fine. He also respects your boundaries if ever you don't feel comfortable with the idea of trying something new. he won pressure you and won't bring it up

Probably uses a safeword like "taco"

He isn't THAT rough that you'd need one, but he wants to give you the option of stopping whenever you feel like you can handle it 😭 this baby doesn't wanna hurt you and wants you as safe as possible 🥺

This man is a great mix of playful and serious in the bedroom. He knows when to make you laugh during sex and to tone it down when you just need a physical release. your comfort is his priority so he wants to make sure he fits whatever you need

Connie is actually really good with aftercare despite not knowing it's actually a thing!!

He just knows it's on him to take care of his partner afterwards so he helps you clean up, gives you clean clothes especially if you're at his place, and offers you a snack or asks if you wanna watch a movie

If you want to cuddle and just talk, he's totally down! if you also need some personal space, he'll totally respect that and give you the time you need, whenever you need it.

He can be a total flirt but he's also very friendly and knows his limits so he doesn't end up sending mixed signals. He's flirty enough to keep things interesting but not enough to confuse either of you about your relationship unless he falls for you.

Great aftercare? Attentive in the bedroom? Funny, handsome, respectful king? overall one of the best people to have a FWB relationship hands down

If you ever decide you want to end that kind of setup, he'll totally respect it and would still treat you as a good friend! will occasionally make inside jokes about hooking up but it's all in good nature because he enjoyed his time with you and he wants you to remember that time with the same smile he has whenever he thinks about it pls i love him

BONUS: Falling in love with Connie during your FWB relationship (and him falling in love you with back)

honestly how can you not fall for him

Connie is always so sweet, funny, respectful, both in and out of the bedroom so it wasn't long before you started wanting to stay in his arms a bit more after a good session

Connie never treated you any differently, but there were times when things just felt different

The moment you knew you had feelings for him was when he fucked you differently compared to your previous sessions

Sure he would blow your back out every now and then, but there were also more mellow times with him when you both were feeling lazy and needy

But THIS was a new experience. He fucked you slowly, but intensely. His hands were all over you but his touches were more gentle and soft. His kisses were a little bit sweeter and the caresses on your face lingered just a bit longer.

You snuggled into his chest a little more after that and you swore he held you a bit tighter, pulling your body just a bit closer to his. When you became aware of his heart beating under your ear, and found yourself being lulled to sleep by it, you knew you were fucked both literally and figuratively

Your feelings for him weighed you down more and more until you decided you were playing a dangerous game and you had to get out before you reached the point of no return

it sucked having to break things off with Connie but it was the first rule of any fwb relationship and you broke it more and more everyday.

As you sat up and rolled out of bed, ready to get dressed and leave, you felt Connie's arms come up behind you and rested his chin against your shoulder.

"Hey, why don't you stay the night?" he asked, placing a quick kiss on the junction between your neck and shoulder.

You exhale heavily, dreading what was coming next. You didn't plan on breaking it off so soon, but you knew staying the night would only be the wrong choice to make - for your sake and your heart's.

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"C'mon, this isn't the first time you've stayed the night. Please?" You wanted to give in. You wanted to roll around, kiss his pretty face and spend the night in his arms. But knowing he didn't feel the same way as you did, knowing you'd leave with a heart that would break a little bit more if you stayed over, is what made you say no.

"It's not a good idea, Connie." you take a deep breath. "Actually, I think we aren't a good idea anymore."

You felt him withdraw his arms from your torso, the areas where he held you instantly feeling cold and empty. You hold on tighter to the sheets, partly to cover yourself up but mostly to keep you from breaking down in front of him.

"What?! Why not? Did I do something wrong? Was I too rough?"

Connie desperately racked his brain for what could have gone wrong from when you were saying his name like a prayer to now. He didn't want to mess it up with you, he really didn't. You slowly became someone he felt safe with. You became the one he wanted to see first thing in the morning, that's why he wanted you to stay over. He was falling for you, but he didn't want to admit it just yet. Maybe you caught on and didn't feel the same way? He knew he'd have to tell you eventually, but he wanted to be selfish a little bit longer. He wanted to enjoy what you guys had before going back to being just friends with no 'benefits'.

"I know we agreed to being just friends but I think I'm starting to feel something more than that and it's really stupid. But I don't think I can do this anymore without falling for you more than I already have." The tension in the air is palpable. In the time it takes for what you said to finally sink in Connie's mind, you decided his silence was his final answer.

When Connie saw your figure quietly get up from the edge of the bed, he knew this was his chance.

He quickly made his way over to your side, sitting on the edge. He reached out and gently wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Don't go, please." He whispered into the skin of your back.

You turn to look at him, keeping your tears at bay, trying to pry his arms off of you. God, with the way he was looking at you, that was almost all the convincing you need to stay just last night with him

"Connie, don't make this harder on me. You don't understa-"

"No, [y/n]" he cuts you off, now moving his hands to hold yours. "you don't understand." he delicately presses a kiss to your fingertips before kissing the back of your hand. "I want you. I want you to stay."

The meaning behind his words lit a spark in you that erupted into a passionate flame in your chest.

Connie wanted you. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

You cup his face, one of his hands coming up to rest over yours. You lean down and place the sweetest, softest kiss you can on his lips. It's not much but you hope he can feel all you've wanted to tell him in that one kiss.

"Okay, Connie, okay" you whisper as your lips pulled away from his own, a small smile forming when he whined at the loss of contact.

You committed the image of Connie Springer pouting at you because he wanted a kiss to your memory. You would tease him about it soon enough, you just wanted cherish the fact that he wanted kisses - your kisses.

You had more nights to share, more kisses to give him, but for now you just wanted to enjoy the feeling of having Connie in your arms, knowing you had each other as long as your hearts wanted.

You wanted to enjoy the feeling of Connie simply being there, finally being yours. He wasn't going anywhere, and neither were you.

"I'll stay."

#aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin #connie springer x reader #shingeki no kyoujin imagine #connie springer #connie springer x y/n #connie springer x you #aot x gn!reader #aot x you #aot x reader #aot x y/n #snk x you #snk x y/n #snk x reader #aot connie #attack on titan x reader #aot hcs #snk hcs #snk headcanons #aot headcanons #shingeki no kyojin anime #[🍹] — personal mix #[🍸] — after hours

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YOUR EYES TELL | JJK (13)

Summary: You live in a world where people see in black and white. The solution to finally see the colors? It’s simple. You need to meet your soulmate and look at him in the eyes, but what if the person bound to you is already contented with the monochromatic world? What if…Jeongguk, your soulmate, is already in love with someone else?

Alternatively:

“A future without you is a world without color.”

Genre: soulmate au, e2l, slow burn, angst, fluff, roommate au

Pairing: Artist!Jungkook x Lawyer!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: discussion of injuries which i know nothing about, effects of drunk driving.

SERIES: CHAPTER 12 | CHAPTER 14

Jeon Jeongguk missed you.

He missed you so much he felt like he was going crazy.

He didn't realize that a big part of you was occupying his whole being to the point that when the two of you separated ways, he felt like everything he had meant nothing if you weren't in his life.

He had been dreaming of buying his own apartment ever since he was young, but now that he finally had a house that he could call his own, Jeongguk came to know that this wasn't what he wanted.

What he desired was not a house—he wanted a home and home was wherever you were.

The walls surrounding him weren't going to protect him. It actually hurt him. The deafening silence kept on bouncing that he felt like he was gonna lose his sense of hearing.

Jeongguk decided he hated silence.

He wanted his house to be filled with your laughter.

"Seriously, Guk. Why am I here?"

Jeongguk couldn't speak as Red continued to glare at him.

Ji-eun and her father couldn't visit today because Namjoon had work to do. This left Jeongguk with no choice but to invite his ex-girlfriend in his abode. He hated being alone since it reminded him of how fucked up he was.

He needed a distraction.

"So now you're giving me the silent treatment?" Red rolled her eyes. This was one of her ex lover's habits that she hated. Jeongguk was so bad when it came to communicating.

"You need to tell me the truth if this is about her." Red sighed and Jeongguk froze. The former hadn't mentioned your name, yet Jeongguk was already affected. He knew Red was referring to you.

"I like her a lot and as much as I enjoy doing you a favor, I can't do this forever."

"Msorry..." Jeongguk avoided Red's eyes as he bit his lower lip. His heart hurt a lot.

"No." She shook her head as if her ex's apology was pure bullshit. This was truly unacceptable. "This isn't just about you, Jeongguk. Did you know that the whole office is either questioning my sexuality or thinking I'm a kiss-ass?"

"What?" The confused boy flicked his gaze at Red.

She snorted and then rolled her eyes once more.

"People think I'm in love with your soulmate because I basically cook her three meals a day. I also remind her to drink water, take her vitamins, leave her sweet notes, and change the flowers in her vase just because you are too much of a pussy to do it on your own!"

Jeongguk averted Red's glare again. She was right. He was a fucking coward—too scared to do all these good things on his own.

He was the one who left you, but he felt like you didn't want to do anything with him anymore. Jeongguk had accepted his sad fate, but it didn't mean he would stop taking care of you.

The truth was he was the one who cooked the food you eat every day. He was the one writing you sweet notes, he was the one bombarding Red text messages to kindly remind you to do the simple things you usually forgot because of your busy schedule.

Jeongguk was doing all of this without your knowledge.

How could he tell you when he knew he was unnecessarily mean to you?

"I mean it's about right. I told you I'm gonna stay here for a few months. It's over now. I don't want to be your tenant anymore."

What he said to you six months ago was deeply engraved in his head. This lie was what kept him awake at night.

Jeongguk was lying. Yes. It was true that he didn't want to be your tenant, but it didn't mean that he didn't want to live with you anymore.

But he was so confused—so fucked up in the head that the only solution was to push you away.

He stood by his belief. You did not understand anything and you did not love him.

But Jeongguk was sure of one thing—or at least he thought so.

"I-I," his adam's apple bobbed up and down. He was nervous.  "I think I like her..."

The girl's scoff indicated that she didn't like what he just said.

"You think?" She crossed her arms, making Jeongguk flinch. Her reaction reminded him of the time he met Red at Seokjin's birthday party.

"Why did you follow me, Jeongguk?" Red looked like she had seen a ghost, but she still folded her arms over her chest to intimidate Jeongguk.

It was easy to frighten him. All she had to do was to raise her brow and cross her arms.

"Wow," your soulmate gritted his teeth. "You haven't seen me in so long and this is how you greet me?"

Jeongguk wasn't expecting to see Red at this party. He was here because he wanted to be your date. The thought of you bringing Hoseok to this party made him so angry.

"How do you expect me to react, Guk? I don't want you here!" She was panicking. Jeongguk called her a bitch the last time they had seen each other.

Right now, Red couldn't help but think that Jeongguk would cause ruckus again.

This couldn't happen. Not right now. Not when people were watching Seokjin, and definitely not when you were here.

Red went to the veranda to get some air. She couldn't face you, couldn't face Jeongguk, and couldn’t face Seokjin. The latter had no idea that Jeongguk was the ex she was talking about. They hadn't had the chance to talk about your soulmate because Seokjin was too caught up with the divorce trial.

"So that's it, huh?" Jeongguk clenched his fist. "You'll just decide you don't want me anymore just because you found your soulmate!?"

"Yes!" Red did not even hesitate. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She was so scared. All she could think about was the fact that Jeongguk could destroy this evening.

"I found my soulmate and I'm okay now. You should be happy too, JK. You have met the person destined for you."

Jeongguk looked away. How could he be happy? He found you, but he liked Red.

Red knew what was running inside his mind, so she shook her head and looked at Jeongguk straight in the eyes.

"Do not hurt her, Jeon. She's a one of a kind girl. You can't find another person as sweet and smart as her."

'But you're sweet and smart too!' Jeongguk wanted to argue.

"She saved my life. I owe her everything I have. I wouldn't even be able to meet my soulmate if it wasn't for her." She sobbed.

"So don't. Please. Don't hurt her."

Jeongguk blinked back to reality upon realizing that he broke Red's request.

He hurt you. Bad.

"You have to be one hundred percent sure about what you feel for her, Jeongguk. She deserves better than this."

He remained quiet, still pondering on what he felt.

Six months passed, but he felt like it wasn't enough to ease his doubts.

"No." He blurted out. "I-I like her,"

Red's expression softened, but she wasn't convinced yet. Jeongguk was stammering as if he wasn't certain.

"Are you really sure? I know I'm always pressuring you, but I want you to be real." She said carefully.

Jeongguk's heart was hammering. It felt like it wanted to be free from the cold cage he built.

"I don't know!" He looked like he was in a lot of pain. Tears were actually threatening to fall down his cheeks.

Jeongguk hated feelings. Why were they so complicated?

"Okay, Gukkie. Calm down."

Gukkie. You called him this. Jeongguk had another realization. That nickname was only cute when it came out of your pretty mouth.

He wanted to kiss you.

"I think you're just guilty and confused right now," Red started.

He could only listen.

"Guilty because you are being held back by the amount of time we spent together. You drilled it in your head that I am the one for you. You ignored the fact that soulmates exist and now that you're experiencing how the soulmate bond works, you became confused."

Red could feel that Jeongguk was skeptical of his own feelings. He was probably thinking that it was impossible for him to fall in love with you with just a few months.

But you see, that was how the soulmate bond worked. It made the impossible possible.

"I know it's hard to suddenly believe into something especially when all your life, you ignored and denied the existence of it."

Jeongguk only pursed his lips into a thin line.

Red continued.

"You feel guilty for trying to unlearn what you believe is a myth, but it's okay, Jeongguk. It's okay to let me go. You aren't cheating. Your feelings simply changed. Don't let our memories together ruin what your heart truly wants."

Confusion was eating him alive again.

"H-How do you know all of this?" He asked softly, making Red chuckle.

"Why do you think it took me so long to tell you that I found my soulmate, huh?"

Jeongguk shook his head. He honestly had no idea.

"It’s because I also went through this, Guk. It took me months to finally admit the truth to you since I was so guilty. We have been together for almost a decade and I feel like it would be such a waste to just let you go, but the heart wants what it wants. It's so much easier to just let things go."

Jeongguk grimaced. He regretted being an ass to Red when they broke up. If he only knew that it was this hard to be in denial...

"But don't get me wrong, okay? Letting go doesn't mean that you have to completely erase your memories with people. I still treasure the moments we spent together and I love you, Jeongguk—not in a romantic way, but I will always love you."

He was his first love, his first friend. Jeongguk had always been there for her. She knew he truly loved her.

As Red talked about their memories together, Jeongguk then started to reminisce the moments he had with you.

It was weird.

Weird that your memories together were not even half as many as the moments he spent with Red, yet all that's on his mind was you.

This was what terrified Jeongguk. You barely spent time together, but what he felt for you was strong—too strong that it defeated his ten years with Red.

"I don't know what to do," Jeongguk choked out a sob. It's annoying because Red was laughing.

"You poor bunny. I wish I could tell you how I did it, but you have to figure this on your own." This was the last thing she said before leaving Jeongguk alone.

Alone with his treacherous thoughts.

He kept playing the conversation he had with Red, making him realize that his own thoughts was the one making this hard for him.

Red was wrong.

Jeongguk wasn't confused.

He knew exactly what he felt for you.

He was just too much of a coward to admit it.

He never learned.

The six months he spent away from you should have served as a lesson by now, but no. Here he was, still ignoring the ache in his chest.

Jeongguk regretted leaving you months ago. He had to admit that it wasn't instant though.

That's the thing about regret. It came into a beautiful form—a disguise telling him that this was what he wanted even though he knew deep down that it was not.

He hated himself because of this. There were many warning signs from other people. He had heard so many times that regret was a two-faced bitch. It felt good at first, making him feel like he was floating because he was finally free.

But then it would come back to haunt him—to drown him with what ifs and I should have—to suffocate him until he couldn't breathe anymore.

Jeongguk hated himself because of this. Why couldn't he be like others? He envied those people who could express their feelings in the right way. Those people who knew how to dodge regret.

He wasn't like them. He got overwhelmed too quickly—causing him to panic and do stupid things.

But really. What was his way of expressing himself? How could he ease the doubts in his head?

What kind of outlet would serve as his way to be able to express the heaviness in his chest?

Jeongguk could only think about one thing.

He went to his art room. There was too much space in this house, but his loneliness still couldn't fit.

Everything in this room was sad. The easel looked sad, the palette looked sad, his blank canvas looked sad.

It was sad that he couldn't find the will to paint anymore.

What was the use of seeing colors when he couldn't do what he loved? What was the used of seeing colors when he couldn't see the color in your eyes?

Jeongguk's lips trembled as he gripped the brush in his hand.

He really couldn't do it.

Maybe he should look at his previous works to get inspiration?

Yeah. That's probably the best thing to do...

Jeongguk brought out the box full of the things you had bought for him.

It had been half a year since he touched these materials. He couldn't bring himself to even look at this before. It reminded him so much of you.

Jeongguk let out a shaky breath.

The box was overloading with art. The months he spent with you caused him to produce these lovely sketches.

He smiled while looking at the pile of sticky notes on the floor. These were the ones he drew when he was overwhelmed with colors.

Sketching was much simpler. It calmed his raging emotions.

Jeongguk started to absentmindedly piece together the pictures in the sticky notes drawn by him.

"Holy shit," his eyes suddenly dilated upon realizing that these tiny sketches made up a larger picture of your eyes when they were put together—similar to a puzzle.

Jeongguk's blood was rushing. It was as if he was slapped by reality.

The larger picture was your eyes, the small ones that were drawn in each sticky notes were every tiny detail about you: your mouth, your neck, your fingers, and everything in between.

This was it.

This was his way of expressing feelings.

His lips lie, but his artworks tell.

Jeongguk understood now what Red was implying. She was right. No one could help him, not even the love you claimed you felt for him.

This was all on Jeongguk. He realized that he had to admit it himself that he loved you, that he wanted to be with you, and that he believed in soulmates because he wanted to and not because other people force him to do so.

Realization was the complete opposite of regret. The latter was slow, the former was instant. It would hit you when you least expected it.

Jeongguk was certain.

His doubts were cleared because he knew you could see colors now.

You should be able to see with flashing colors and light, so why weren't you?

"J-Jimin?" You whispered, uncertain, unstable, and unhappy.

You were surrounded by negative prefix that was making him feel sick.

When Jeongguk found out that he loved you, he imagined begging for forgiveness at your feet— telling you how much of an idiot he was and that he was willing to take whatever you could give—no, scratch that. You didn't have to give anything at all.

It was his time to show you how much you meant to him.

This was why Jeongguk texted you, asking you to meet him. When you didn't answer, he was forced to call you.

Unfamiliar voice welcomed him to bring the terrible news.

The person on the other line told him that you were in a hospital. Your car crashed because you were driving under the influence of alcohol.

Jeongguk didn't know what to do after knowing this information. He was out of his mind. It was a miracle that he was able to reach the hospital in one piece.

He remembered running like crazy, he was crossing the street even though cars were approaching. He ignored the profanities leaving their mouths.

He just didn't care about anything. He just needed to get to you.

He couldn't get to you—at least not now. The doctors were still treating you. Luckily they told Jeongguk everything. He didn't even need to show his I.D to prove that the two of were related. He only needed to tell them that he was your soulmate.

It's funny how he refused to believe in the idea of soulmate before, but right now, he was using it to beg other people to believe that you were destined to be together.

Jeongguk waited in vain, staring into the space and praying to God he didn't believe in.

Desperation always led people into doing things they never thought they'd ever do.

"You're Jimin, right?" You continued to ask, still unsure.

Jeongguk didn't know how to answer. You were acting strange. Couldn't you tell that it was him who was in front of you now? Was this one of effects of the accident?

"I'm sorry I keep asking," you bit the inside of your cheeks as tears filled your eyes.

Jeongguk was quick to wipe your tears away. His touch was gentle, but you still winced.

Everything about you hurt.

"I can't see you. I-I can't see anything. It's all black..."

Jeongguk's heart sank, his blood running cold.

What did you just say?

"I'm so scared, Jimin-ah. This is different from the colorless world." Your tears were flowing non-stop, similar to the painful sound that kept on hammering your soulmate's chest.

"I feel like I'm going crazy. There's nothing here, it's just darkness sucking me in."

You were quivering in agitation. You felt helpless. It was as though everyone was fully geared up and you're here, naked—just waiting to be taken advantage of.

Being blind made you more vulnerable. You just wished this wasn't forever. The doctors said that there were two probable reasons why you couldn't see.

The first one was because of the accident. They already treated your injuries, but they said you still needed an eye surgery. Apparently, you hit your head when your car crashed. They said you didn't need to worry since this was the most common type of treatment for people experiencing temporary blindness.

Temporary.

You hoped this was temporary. Your heart couldn't take it if the reason why you were blind was because of your tragic fate.

The doctors told you that your blindness might be because of the existence of soulmate. It had come to your learning that the medical world was now considering this myth as a reality.

If this was the case, you were really damned.

"I'm sorry..." Jeongguk blurted out. He couldn't stop crying after knowing what happened to you.

This was not how it was supposed to go. Why was the universe being so cruel to him? Was he wrong? Was breaking from the phase of denial not enough? Was he really your soulmate? But why...why did you turn blind after he finally accepted the love he felt for you? Was it not enough?

Was Jeongguk not enough? Did he hurt you to the point that nothing, not even his love, could bring you back to light?

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry!" Jeongguk wailed, he was aching to touch you, but he was scared to cause you pain.

He caused you pain.

He would always cause you pain.

This was evident when you felt a sharp pang in your chest upon recognizing his voice.

He wasn't Jimin.

You did not pour your heart to Park Jimin.

You told everything to the wrong person.

You made yourself vulnerable in front of Jeon Jeongguk. Again.

"J-Jeongguk?" Your voice was loaded with disappointment and sadness.

He sobbed even harder.

"I-It's me," his voice cracked. "I'm here."

It's me. I'm here. If you were the person you were before, you would probably be rejoicing now.

Jeon Jeongguk was here. You didn't know if he was here because of you or not. In the end, it didn't matter since:  "I'm glad," you said." I'm glad you're here."

You did not sound like you were glad. Not at all. Jeongguk couldn't be mistaken. Your voice was too monotonous to be considered happy. Your expression was impassive it made you look like you had no life.

But you were glad. You're sure of this because at least you didn't have to beg Jimin or any other people to ask Jeongguk to come see you.

He was here so you could already tell him what you had been meaning to.

"I'm sorry, Jeongguk," this was what you meant.

He did not understand.

Why were you saying sorry when he should be the one begging you to take him back?

"I'm sorry I made you feel uncomfortable so many times. I didn't mean to—"

"Don't say that," he cut you off, but you continued.

This time you were smiling.

"Allow me to," you gulped. "Allow me to so that I could understand why."

What were you saying now?

"I have to apologize and you have to tell me what I did wrong, Jeongguk. You have to tell me what I did to make you hate me this much."

You were crying. The pain was unbearable. It was making you think of the worst case scenario. It was making you imagine things that weren't true. It was making you feel like his hatred towards you was the reason why you couldn't see.

You were blaming him.

You had the right to.

He hurt you so much.

"What did I do to deserve this?" You had been a good person. You weren't hurting anyone consciously. You had been giving everything you had, so why? Why was your soul still bleeding?

"I let you go, Jeongguk. I am letting you go. Can't you do the same? Can't you really let go of the hatred in your heart and just let me live?"

Jeongguk couldn't speak. You were feeding your head with lies.

Jeon Jeongguk did not hate you because Jeon Jeongguk loved you.

He loved you with all of his heart.

"Let me go, Jeongguk."

With his body.

"I don't want to be your soulmate anymore."

And soul.

You did not want to love Jeon Jeongguk.

You loved him. Once. But not this time.

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[slimeypuppy]

Could I request a soft RomeLukas moment for agent au? Or as soft as these two can get with each other anyway

The morning sun is a gentle glow through the gauzy hotel room curtains, soft when it falls across Roman's eyes and wakes him up. He blinks a few times as he comes to. It takes a moment to process where he is, the room too bright and warm to be his own, where the blackout curtains and dark gray walls form a dim enclosure that feels safer than something so inviting such as this room. He sits up slowly, conscious of the ache in his lower back and thighs, gaze falling onto the empty other half of the bed.

He notices Lukas a moment later, sprawled out on the luxurious couch with his laptop balanced on his knees and his phone tucked against his ear. Though his voice is quiet, his Swedish is rapid with an agitated tone. It's a language Roman has been learning for a couple weeks, just long enough to get an idea what's being said, but not quite to the point that he understands it fully. Lukas doesn't know, which gives Roman the advantage of learning more than he's supposed to. He makes a point not to seem interested as he slips out of bed and hunts for his overnight bag for a clean pair of boxers. Lukas had herded him into a shower last night, so at least he's not still sticky. 

Lukas tells the person on the other line to wait a moment before turning his lovestruck eyes to Roman. "Good morning, puppy. Room service will be delivered soon: waffles, sausage, a fruit meddley, and mimosas."

"Thanks," he says, not even bothering for it to sound sincere. He's not really one for breakfast. "You sounded upset. What's going on?"

"Oh, nothing."

He nods as though he believes him, but that's not quite the case. The parts he did understand of Lukas' side of the conversation indicated a massive issue regarding his influence in the state congress. A senator he was supposed to have in his pocket did something bad, though the details didn't quite make it through Roman's rough translation, and it spells a massive financial issue for Lukas. It's not as if Lukas isn't exorbitantly wealthy, just as if not more so than the Roy family, but no one likes to take a loss, especially a big hit. Beyond that, a paid resource that flips is one that can't be trusted anymore. It wouldn't surprise him for that senator to wind up dead within a matter of days, possibly even by Stewy and Kendall's capable hands. Those two ought to be grateful for Roman's relationship with Lukas for how many jobs they get out of it. 

"I wish you'd come in with me," Lukas says. "Be my right hand, Roman, I mean it. You and I could bring the world to their knees."

"I don't need your help with that," Roman reminds delicately. "I'm plenty capable without you, Luke."

Lukas smiles in spite of the frustration just barely skirting his features. "And I without you, but together, we could be something great."

"I'll keep it in mind. You haven't impressed me."

Lukas sets his laptop aside and grabs Roman by the hip to pull him closer. The sudden touch makes him jump before he can suppress it, a weakness that makes Lukas so proud it shows on his smug face. Roman hates him. He really does, but he needs him right now, and with the way he's played their game so far, he could have Lukas wrapped around his little finger very soon. He allows himself to be brought into Lukas's lap, knees on either side of Lukas' legs, and studies his face now that they're closer. 

Roman has had to work hard to read people, but it gets easier the more time he spends with someone. By now, he can easily dissect the tilt of Lukas' lips and the angle of the lines by his eyes. He's irritated, both with Roman and the senator, but too enamored by the prospect of having him to do anything more than skate his hands up and down Roman's sides. 

"How can I convince you?"

"You'd have to prove you're better than me, which I honestly don't think you can. How many weeks have you spent trying to break me down by now?"

Instead of crafting a response, Lukas pulls his head to the side by his hair and bites down on his neck. The pressure is enough to spark pain that brings an involuntary gasp from Roman's lips, and will likely leave a mark when he's finished. Marks are unprofessional, but sometimes sacrifices must be made. When he starts to squirm, Lukas moves down toward his shoulder and bites again. He's getting hard beneath Roman's ass, the loose sweatpants he must have thrown on upon waking doing nothing to hide it. 

"Excited, are we?"

"For you," Lukas murmurs against his skin, "always."

Roman scoffs but allows Lukas to continue his task until it becomes boring and he stands up, hands firm under Roman's thighs to support his weight as he carries him back to the bed. It's not as if Roman has never been manhandled before, but it still sends a thrill through his stomach every time. The sound he makes when tossed onto the mattress is involuntary. Real. 

"You're stunning, puppy. I'm lucky."

Lukas drapes himself over Roman's body and tugs at the waistband of his freshly dawned boxers. If Roman had known they would be going for another round, he wouldn't have bothered. As he contemplates this, he realizes Lukas has changed tasks. Rather than continuing to leave marks and imprints of teeth, Lukas shifts to rest between Roman's spread legs. He's going to blow him. Another sharp inhale breaks through the tense air before he can hide it. 

"Relax, I'll take care of you. I take good care of my things."

Before he puts his mouth on him, he presses down into the muscles of Roman's thighs, forcing the tension from them. Only when Roman starts to relax does Lukas take the head of his cock into his mouth. His soft tongue plays at the slit for a moment before Lukas begins to sink down, taking more and more until Roman is bumping the back of his throat and Lukas' nose is against his pubic bone. It used to embarrass him, being on the smaller side, but he's confident and experienced enough to not be bothered anymore. Men like Lukas, like Jeryd, like Skye, appreciate a dick that doesn't make them feel insecure or heaven forbid emasculated. 

Roman tangles a hand in Lukas' short hair and pulls him back slightly, holding him in place with the perfect amount of room to lazily fuck his mouth. At first, it surprised Roman that Lukas is so receptive to a more submissive role, but he quickly recognized the power it gives him. He's in control of this. He revels in the warmth of Lukas' mouth and the wetness inside. On one cold evening, he had kept Lukas at this long enough for drool to drip down his chin. 

"And people say I'm a whore," Roman breathes. 

He tracks the motion of one of Lukas' hands down to palm his own crotch, subtly grinding up into the friction without faltering on the head he's currently giving. Roman is struck with the urge to call Lukas a good boy but holds it back. He can't do that, not now when the prospect of control lingers just out of his grasp. Instead he props himself up on one arm as he lazily fucks his throat. There's no need to talk. He has Lukas right where he wants him. 

He pulls Lukas down all the way again, keeping himself fully inside his mouth and enjoying the way Lukas hollows his cheeks as he looks up at him. He's so eager to please Roman. It's almost like worship, and for his devotion, Roman will tear him apart one day with nothing more than a flick of his wrist. He considers that he may even be able to convince Lukas to self destruct with enough time. 

"Ivrig," Roman offers, just to see how the realization makes Lukas' eyes darken and his hips jerk up into the pressure of his own palm. "Aren't you?"

Lukas nods as much as Roman's grip on his hair allows.

Roman doesn't give him anything else as he returns to using Lukas' mouth as little more than a toy to get himself off, attention flickering between his flushed face and the desperate way he touches himself through his sweatpants. He allows himself to take mercilessly, even if it doesn't wreck Lukas the way it would wreck him, until he's close and Lukas is borderline whining around his cock. 

At the last moment, Roman yanks his head back, Lukas taking the cue to use his right hand to jerk him off until Roman coats his face in come. The action of it seems to be the thing that makes Lukas shut his eyes tight and come in his pants, a wet spot spreading on the gray fabric. 

Roman abandons the moment first, getting up and cleaning himself with a tissue before tucking his dick back into his boxers. Room service will be here soon, he reminds himself, as he redresses from the suit hung up in the wardrobe. Lukas will eat and feel guilty over Roman's refusal, slowly sinking deeper into the corner Roman has pinned him into until he's nothing but putty in the palm of his hand. 

#agent!au #romelukas #roman roy #lukas mattson #emwrite #nsft

[holdmecloser-gandydancer]

Ugh, okay, so there's so many questions from the meta writers question thing that I want to ask, so you don't have to answer all of them lol but 1, 3, 4, 20, and/or 25?

I will say though, I'm very very interested in that band AU that I think you keep referencing working on, tbh idk what the acronym means, but I'm very excited about it 👀

writing asks!

1. Tell us about your current project(s)  – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

I have a few so let me just chat about them all! one is, ofc, something bigger than the sky that I'm working on with Hali (@phantasmagoric-acquaintance)

it's a collaborative work between the two of us that is the content of balance from her perspective in the umbra staff! it's progressing well, we're nearly done and i can't believe it! i just love getting to work with my best friend on something tbh :3

the next one is RHAPAW, my beloved band au. (it stands for rode hard and put away wet and i promise there's a reason for that lsdkfjsdlf). Progress is pretty good! I've got about 5k words of it right now, I know some of the most major plot points, and I have a pretty clear idea of how it's going to end!! Honestly i love Barry in this more than life itself (but I do just love the idea of Lup, Kravitz, and Johann all in a band together too so don't make me choose <3)

(also extra bonus, I am working on extending about three prompt fills I did a while ago so keep an eye out for those)

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

OKAY I GOT IT i have been thinking about this for like. months. Basically i do have this au idea wherein Taako dies in Wonderland. A version of Arms Outstretched still happens but basically Taako is dead and in the Astral Plane, Magnus is in the mannequin body still, and Merle is still Merle. Barry is there as the red robe, of course. Edward still gets eaten by staff and Merle goes to grab it and tries to cast something and it just Doesn't work. And at this point, Merle is just over it. like "You magic piece of shit, you couldn't save my friend, you won't let me cast, what the hell is the use?" and he just SNAPS it. and it's like a bomb goes off. And Merle's head feels like it's going to explode because there's another red robe? but he can't hear it or see its face and the original red robe is...crying? And Magnus is trying to hug it? and he keeps saying "Merle, holy shit it's [redacted] how could Lucretia just [redacted] like that?"

and it obviously continues but that is the barest bones shit of it.

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

this is so hard because i feel like my content is better than the actual writing itself!! but i guess if i have to pick one i do love the ridiculously unhinged monologue Taako goes on in like, chapter two of flours? (part of it below)

And then your wonderful twin sister might annoyingly keep changing her mind on what flowers she wants on her cake. Mind you, your twin sister might also specifically request that the flowers on the cake be fresh, not made of pulled sugar or gum paste or fondant or frosting, no they just have to be fresh because gods forbid I ever get to do sugar work. And not that there’s anything wrong with fresh flowers, mind you, but it might happen to be something that is just out of your comfort zone. And while you would normally go to Fantasy Costco, you can’t anymore because they hired a really weird cashier who keeps offering to make you deals even though it’s fucking Fantasy Costco and the prices are literally marked so you have to begin to wonder to yourself if that cashier even actually works there.

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

i just really like exploring friendships between characters that either just Wouldn't/Didn't/Couldn't happen in the show (AM Radio, Flours, and like, a million prompt fills have been examples of this)

also. I know I referenced this in the tags BUT both vampire twins pieces and the werewolf magnus piece all take place in the same universe (the magnus piece takes place a year or two prior to the vampire twins pieces)

25. What part of writing is the most fun?

okay i already answered this one BUT another really fun part is just finding inspiration in the weirdest of places. like actually now that i think about it, like five of my fics/wips have been inspired by me innocuously listening to music lskdfjsld

#this got. so long oh my god #thank you Gab!!!! #tentatively positive 3 #ask game #asks #rip (reeses in pieces) #long post

[hypnotixstorm]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* to do list *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Key

Normal Text = Have NOT started working on the request

Bold and Pink Text = I am CURRENTLY working on the request

Once I have completed a request it will be REMOVED from this list

Can I get an imagine of Hiei from Yu Yu Hakusho? Maybe an AU hundreds of years ago where he ends up caring for a human woman and teaching her how to defend herself. If you don't like that one, anything you think of.

Character: Kanda from DGM NSFW Prompt: "Make me." Love youuuuuu 😘

How about a NSFW scenario of Kakashi coming home to his sweet little naughty civilian S/O? 😜 A bit of role play where they call him sensei while he's doing them on the kitchen table?

Thanks for the Soi Bean Post! This gonna be my last Soi Fon request. Sorry for being quite a Soi Queen freak. For my request can you Soi after shower decides to wear s/o clothes. S/O tries to take picture of her. Then she tells that she has falling in love with you. You have changed let me take care of you. You can be very very very sluff on this one. Thanks!

ok ok so i have a few requests 🥺🥺 so! first could you maybe do an “I missed you.” with Rukia? 🥺💗 just fluff for my baby girl aaaa

Ichigo kissing his s/o in the rain 😆😆😆 Headcanons or scenario is up to you! 💙

ANYTHING SHIKAMARU. Deadass anything

Hey! I was wondering if I could request some Rukia x fem!reader relationship headcannons? Only if you're able to! Tysm! 💖

I hope requests are open but I was wondering if you could do something with byakuya and his s/o being like a very intimidating couple but his s/o is actually very sweet to everyone?

Kakashi x reader and instead of team 7 its now y/n tryna see whats under the mask and eventually she just asks and he actually reveals it adfhsjjs

Can I please get rat dad Ging being seduced by a younger woman who refuses to take “no” for an answer until he finally gives her what she wants? NSFW please! 💖

ok so please don't feel pressured to write this birthday imagine 🥺 i know u have a lot of requests rn ah. but! if you're able to i really would love another toshiro one bc i'm a sucker for him 😭 maybe one where he's really overworking himself so the reader helps him relax and it just ends in cuddles 🥺💓 only if you're able to! ilysm 💓💖💓💖💓💘💓💘💓

ok i swear this is the last one i feel bad requesting sm 😭 but maybe a “Do you wanna, maybe, go out sometime?” with toshiro bc he really is best boy 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

OKAY SO ANOTHER ONE WITH SABURO WITH UHHHH GOING ON A FIRST DATE WITH HIS S/O ICIXHAJGSSHSSUSKSU he'll probs driving his van around with the music blasting out 👀👀

honestly i would kinda die if u wrote some renji smut 😳😳 literally in any situation, i'm just needy rn 😭

ok ok i'm here hehe. how about, the reader gets really injured during a battle and shiro's kinda blaming himself for it. kindaaa angst into a super fluffy ending if that's ok hhh 🥺

Hi 🥰 Can I get a headcanon for Kakashi with a really seductive s/o, like she likes to tease him in public and whispers dirty things in his ear and calls him daddy? Nsfw pls? 😊😁

“make me” and hisoka??? thank you

hehe this is for the 🦋🦋 event! congrats on 200 bb!! so, i saw attack on titan on your list and i'm experiencing a severe lack of my best boy marco 🥺🥺 if you don't write for him that's fine hehe, but if you do, could i please maybe get a lil scenario where marco helps the reader out with her training and then they accidentally confess their feelings and it's just rlly fluffy and cute? 🥺 i need marco being happy in my life rn sbdjdhdjr 💓💓

“If you keep biting your lip like that, I’m holding you accountable for my actions.” for Kakashi please! I love him 🤤

If your requests are still open, can i ask for some domestic kakashi fluff? Ty

Hi mommas❤️❤️ CAN I PWEASE request some Guren (seraph of the end) relationship headcanons ? Not nsfw but maybe a little steamy 🥺🥰 I LOVE UU -🍒

Hi Chloe 🥰 Can I have some spicy nsfw headcanons for Yami where his s/o is acting really bratty during sex and he puts her in her place? 😪😂😊

Kageyama wirh Oikawas sister reader? there just chillin Nd stuff and toru comes over and picks y/n up and they hug and kageyama is like “eXcuSe mE???” forgive my spelling im on mobile lmao

Hiii❤️❤️ Can I request an imagine where you live in a small town and work at a cafe and Bakugou is your cliche small town boyfriend? Or headcanons! The idea is so cute and I love your writing 😊

okay so uHHHHH you can just go for Mephisto sharing some food with his s/o owo;; take your time on it too because i know it's gonna be really great either way!

A reader insert saved by vampire! main YYH crew from a pack of werewolves

Since you said requests are open maybe.. suga subbing for you? Idk he's just always appeared like someone who would love to please you in anyway possible.

V A M P I R E LAVI!!! DO IT GIRL!! 👌👌♥️♥️♥️

Fake dating with Lavi!!!!! Need more of the DGM boyz!! 😂

can I get an itachi x reader fic where it's itachi's birthday and the reader decides to give him a special night (👀), wearing lingerie, lighting candles, etc. for him to come home to? I love your work (and you!!) sm btw 🥺💞 - nina!! (@kunoichihatake)

hello ✨💕 it’s me, ryn 😘 if it’s okay, can i request a nishinoya x female!reader? perhaps a first date at the boardwalk with like the rides and carnival stuff? then at the end of the date he kisses her and it turns out the karasuno squad was following them the whole night hehe?

Hi! Can I request a prompt of some soft Kakashi, maybe some cuddles, perhaps it gets a little heated... a lil' Nsfw never hurt nobody👀👅 Thank you so muuch!~😍❤️

If I had kakashi in front of me I would tell him “aren’t you tired of being the most handsome man here?”

Hi! I saw that requests were open for the Haikyuu!! boys so here I am! I was wondering if I could request a Tsukki x reader where Tsukki has a crush on the reader but doesn't know how to express his feelings other then throwing insults. it can be angsty or fluffy I just really love Tsukki as a tsundere lol. (also btw I LOVE your theme and blog aesthetic its very pretty!)

Hey wifey😚 so Ichigo has stolen my heartttt can I get the strawberry boy with an S/O who gets super shy with with physical contact? Tyy💗💗

Fake dating with Lavi!!!!! Need more of the DGM boyz!! 😂

NSFW Vampire Squall (FF8) for very obvious reasons because UUUUUUGH

Hello there miss, my name is kandaxxx. Nice to meet you since I have definitely never requested from you before and this is definitely my first time and i am definitely not taking advantage of your bomb writing skills to ask you to write a “Choke me, daddy.” for Seymour from FF (love you forever and always!!!!!!)

hey butterfly 🥺 can you please write a story where the reader and (any character) are fighting and it turns out it was just about something stupid? like chicken nuggets? thank you 🥺💗

Eek! DGM! I was wondering if you would do a request for a general Allen Walker relationship HC? I don’t see him on the character list, but I’m just curious *bows* Thankyou senpai!

Spin The Bottle with any of the DGM characters that you're comfortable writing????? (but like obviously when Kanda spins the bottle it has to land on the reader [me] because YOU KNOW WHY OK????????) ilysm!!! 😍

I’m thinking a smut scenario of some kind that uses the prompts “Perhaps I need to remind you of your place.” and “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.” I feel like those are very Nozel Silva things to say. 😈 -bakubabes-hatake

Omfg HI mommy, Can i request really fluffy and soft itachi after he comes back from a mission? Non-massacre AU and you’re on the same team as sasuke lolol thirsty for them age gaps ❤️ thank youuuu ily -🍒

Can I get a fake dating with Kand--Roy Mustang (hahahaha) 👉👈🥺

Is this okay to ask for? Egor taking care of s/o who has period cramps... Ty!

can I get an itachi x reader fic where it's itachi's birthday and the reader decides to give him a special night (👀), wearing lingerie, lighting candles, etc. for him to come home to? I love your work (and you!!) sm btw 🥺💞 - nina!! (@kunoichihatake)

Hello! Can I please request some headcanons for Kiba with a S/O with a praise kink? And for Shikamaru with a S/O with a choking kink? Thank you so much.

Wow. Here is me putting in a request. Shocker, right?? 😂 I want some Greed, baby 😈 as for the prompt, it's not in your list, but could you maybe do something based off of "Oh my god. Did we just break the bed?" ???? 👉👈

It's a shame u only have one ling request, so could I request some Ling x Reader where they're both absolutely oblivious until Lan Fan or Ed or someone finally just tells them for them? Sorry if I didn't make any sense ❤️❤️

ok idk if you write threesomes but 😳😳 if you could write one with daichi and suga n maybe some dp, i'd probably die 🥺💓 only if you're comfortable with that tho ♡

Tyki flirting with his crush in his native language of Portuguese? I really love your work and please have some candy 🍬🍭🍫

hi butterfly! 🥰 i hope you're doing well! you already know what i'm going to ask you for — a request! i just feel really down in the dumps lately. can i request headcanons for an s/o that takes graduation pictures on their grandmother's 3 year death anniversary with kenma, nishinoya & kuroo? i hope you can do my request! you don't have to do it if you don't want to!

hehehe kuroo, tsukki and kageyama headcanons of their s/o sending them a nude while they at training and them making an excuse to get home and fUcK yOu SeNsELeSs - 🌊

Hello may I request itachi x reader. People learned the truth and he can finally return to his wife and children in the village 🥺 and they don’t have to be in secret anymore

holy shit,, i am starved for the squall content,,, if you don't mind, catching you wearing their clothes?

S/O walking in on kakashi masturbating? 👉👈 💕

#this is a lot longer than i thought it would be #holy hell #i have so many requests #a bit frightened now #but oh whale #i hope you guys are excited for all these requests #i know i am #although im intimidated #by their sheer numbers #IVE GOT THIS THO #FOR MY CUTE #LIL #BUTTERFLIES #I LOVE YALL

[rorygilmre]

Bear with me but I really admire you and I need advice. So I'm a writing blog and I have a lot of unanswered requests that I feel guilty about but the truth is that I'm just losing interest in the show. It's tiring because I just don't get excited about this topic anymore and I hate to be that bitch and just stop writing. It's just exhausting to constantly put stuff out there that I don't have motivation to write and people don't even have the decency to reblog or say something half the time lol. It's just a button but ugh it seriously helps. It's like I'm this machine that people go to whenever they want something when I could be doing something better with my time. It would also suck to lose the friends I've made on here if I were to stop posting. I have a following that I'm grateful for and that I enjoyed building but I feel so stuck. Any advice would be helpful but if you don't have anything to say, you can just delete this. Thanks for listening.

1) thank you for saying you admire me, omg. i’m honored you came to me for advice and i hope i can help a little bit. bear with ME because i’m exhausted and just finished work so i may ramble a bit. 

2) i’m kind of going through the same thing, honestly. i still have requests in my inbox i never answered and i closed my requests in august. i stopped writing my most successful series because i first lost interest in spencer reid fics (i’ve also stopped reading the majority of spencer fics outside of like... bee’s). 

3) i 100% agree that fandoms have the tendency to treat fanfic writers and content creators as machines. i’ve felt that way several times and i KNOW tons of my mutuals have as well. that’s not an uncommon feeling and you don’t need to feel guilty for feeling that way. 

4) honestly... i thought i’d lose more of my friends or followers when i stopped being a total criminal minds blog. making the switch really taught me that people mostly follow you for YOU. if people are only there for your content, then that’s on them. but i promise you tons of people will follow you no matter what you post and especially your friends. that’s one of the markers on tumblr is that sometimes you have treasured mutuals or blogs you follow that you will always follow and support no matter what fandom they are in. i have lots of friends like that. 

5) my greatest advice to you would be to turn off your requests. delete any in your inbox that are not striking inspiration. do not feel guilty for rejecting something that does not bring you joy to write. honestly, the last couple of months i was fully writing, i was in my little corner just writing my jj x elle farm!au and only a few people really cared about it. write what makes YOU happy and other people will come. don’t write for others because it’s not them putting their hard work and time into producing the fics. 

6) finally, if you decide the criminal minds fandom is not bringing you joy anymore, leave it. i know firsthand how much of a toll it can take. i narrowed my dash down so i just follow the people who bring me joy. sure, my dash is still majority cm, but it’s all people i love seeing on my dash so it doesn’t feel like... a burden anymore. your blog is for YOU and what makes YOU happy. you are never obligated to post or contribute to a fandom that does not make you happy anymore. 

#hope this helps babe! #anonymous #answered

[satonthelotuspier]

I'm seeing prompts on your site and does that mean you are accepting them right now? I've never requested a prompt before and I don't know what to do? But if I'm doing it right I'd really like to see 13 for XueXiao from the bodyguard au prompt list? Fluffy or angsty, as you please. Am I doing this right?

OK so Im being obvious, but this contains XueXiao.

Modern Bodyguard AU so none of the complications of canon apply.

Now the disclaimers are out of the way, I have to apologise to the very patient @amaskinamirror bc this took so much longer to write than I expected. The reason being most of my prompt fics end up around the 1k-1.4k word mark and this kept going and kept going because there was a story there. It came in around the 4.5k work mark. Think of it as added value, unless you hate it in which case it’s not ;)

Pompts from this post here

Part 2 now available here

Xue Yang is the enfant terrible of the music world and his manager has pretty much had enough of his shitty behaviour. Features a thorny Xue Yang shaped by the worlds opinions of him, and a hardass yet caring Xiao Xingchen who maybe might just start to see beyond the lies.

Possible triggers/warnings: Also features swearing, man-handling, use of a date rape drug, minor injury and blood. Luckily XXC is there to save the day in all situations.

Xue Yang was woken up from a deep, no doubt alcohol-induced, sleep to the feeling of cold water being splashed in his face.

He shot upright coughing and spluttering and wiping water out of his eyes, trying to process what the hell had happened. The unconscious bodies around him all started to stir and groan back to lucidity.

Xue Yang followed the long line of the leg in front of him up to eventually meet a pair of dark eyes staring down at him without expression.

“What the fuck?” he demanded and tried to get up but someone he didn’t even remember the name of was laid across his legs.

It had been another party. One where they’d drunk hard and passed out before dawn some time; he didn’t know half the people here. That had never stopped him. Being the enfant terrible of the music industry took both time, effort and commitment.

The tall man bent down to extricate him, then yanked him to his feet.

“You have rehearsals in ninety minutes. Get showered, you smell like a brewery” a garment bag was pushed into his hands then he was waved in the direction of the hotel suite’s bathroom.

“Excuse me, but just who the fuck are you?” honestly his head felt a little woolly still from the after-effect of the alcohol he’d been drinking, but he was sure he didn’t know who this man was or what he was doing in his hotel suite.

“Your Fairy Godmother, Cinderella, now go get a shower, you’re wasting time”

Xue Yang grabbed hold of the collar of his jacket, “Don’t bullshit me”

The hand that clamped around his wrist was steel-like, “Your new security. Your manager sends his regards. I won’t tell you to go and shower again”

“Firstly, if you are security you are not my boss, so you can stop with the ordering me around like I’m your little bitch, secondly, you are my security? I’m sure if a duckling gets too close you’ll do a great job, otherwise…” he was going to push the other away, sure because of his willowy frame it would be easy. Quite how he ended up in an armlock and being dragged to the bathroom he didn’t know. He bit his tongue to stifle the cry of pain; no way would he utter the noise aloud. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” he snarled as the other kept going into the bathroom.

“I’ve already explained. I’m not going to repeat myself” the man opened the shower door, pushed Xue Yang into the cubicle and pushed the on button.

Of course Xue Yang never learned his lesson; he launched himself at the other only to bounce off the cubicle door as the other shut it behind him, holding it closed.

“New world order, xiao-Xue, get used to being my little bitch” the other grinned as Xue Yang punched the glass then yelled at the pain in his hand, “Clean up, I don’t want to be forced to come in there and clean you up myself”

***

Xue Yang curled himself up as small as possible on the back seat of the car; he was in high sulk. After calling his manager to demand an explanation of what was going on Jin Guangyao had told him in no uncertain terms he’d better get used to the idea of Xiao Xingchen being around. His new security was not only there to provide for his personal safety after a spate of disturbing mail (more disturbing than the usual run of the mill threats at least), but to whip him into some kind of shape as Jin Guangyao was convinced his terrible behaviour, bad reputation and general personality was about to lose them some very large contracts.

Everyone loved a bad boy in theory, but when it began to affect his ability to make his management company money then they were definitely going to act to protect their asset.

And that had come in the form of Xiao Xingchen, who looked as gentle and fragile as an orchid but who had already handed Xue Yang his ass once today already.

“A-Qing, I need breakfast” Xue Yang whined at his assistant as his stomach rumbled for the fourth time.

“You shouldn’t have upset the new bodyguard then” she mocked him quietly, and he retreated even more, pulling the hood of his jacket up and wrapping his arms around his knees as A-Qing took pity on him and leaned forward to ask the driver to stop at a nearby coffee shop.

They did, and A-Qing and the driver returned with coffees for all and a bag full of muffins.

Lao-Xia, the driver, and A-Qing had been with Xue Yang long enough to not meet his gaze as they started on their own food; Xiao Xingchen had no such warning; he was too busy goggling at Xue Yang who had made his own muffin disappear like a magician with a rabbit.

“Are you going to eat that?” Xue Yang asked, pointing at the baked bun in Xiao Xingchen’s hand.

He simply offered it over; perhaps surprised at the demonstration of the speed at which a muffin could be demolished without trace.

The second one followed the first in quick order and Xue Yang froze as the other reached  over to brush the crumbs that had stuck to the corner of his mouth away with a thumb.

“You don’t want the Paparazzi to catch that” he said simply before turning in his seat to look out of the windscreen and sip at his coffee.

Xue Yang curled back in on himself and held his ridiculously sweet iced coffee to his chest.

“You eat too much sugar” Xiao Xingchen told him as Lao-Xia started the car and set off driving to the studio, “You need something to give you energy for the first meal of the day”

“Good luck with that, he functions on pure sugar and supplements” A-Qing mocked and Xue Yang shot her an annoyed look.

***

Xue Yang didn’t know why he was surprised the next morning when he was awoken by a solid shake to the shoulder.

He hadn’t been able to avoid the other to sneak off to party last night so he wasn’t hung over but that didn’t mean he was any more amenable to the idea of waking up.

“Come on Sleeping Beauty, you have to be at your first interview in an hour”

Interviews. His mortal enemy. The thing he hated most in the world. And he was still no better at dealing with them than he had been as a fresh face on the music scene, where the press had crucified him, thrown every painful fact of his past in his face and then painted him as a troubled bad boy with a temper; a role he’d eventually just given up fighting against and embraced.

He threw the blankets over his head; maybe if he just went back to sleep the interview would disappear.

The blankets were thrown back.

“Dude, what the fuck?” he demanded, was he allowed no privacy at all anymore?

“Get up” Xiao Xingchen jerked his head towards the bathroom.

“Fuck off. I’m not going” he reached out to push the other away.

It went about as well as yesterday had for him; he ended up face down on the bed with his arm locked up between his shoulder blades.

“Are you going to learn any time soon? I mean, kudos for persistence but lose points for stupidity. Now, last chance to get up on your own, otherwise I’ll throw you over my shoulder and you can go dressed like that”

Xue Yang wasn’t sure he believed the other was strong enough to actually carry him out of the hotel room, but he daren’t take the chance he might be dragged out kicking and screaming and dressed in his ratty old t-shirt and shorts.

“Fine, yes, I’m getting up. Let me go, please” as a street child he’d learned to beg prettily and it wasn’t a skill he was averse to using if he needed to, to survive. It didn’t need to be sincere, it just needed to sound it, to be calculated to pull on the other’s heart strings.

It didn’t seem to affect Xiao Xingchen, but he was released nonetheless.

***

Xue Yang of course arrived on time for his first interview, (there were three in total scheduled for today), as far as they went it wasn’t particularly gruelling for him, but he was fully aware he was a mess by the end of it; he’d probably come across like he was on drugs, but it wasn’t like that would be the first, second or third time the rumour would circulate in relation to him.

He knew Xiao Xingchen eyed him in consideration, but he ignored it; he didn’t have the presence of mind to survive the next two interviews and worry about what his new security agent was judging him for today.

He was much worse by the end of the second; he had been left alone a sitting room of the hotel the interview’s had been arranged at and he lowered his head into his hands, trying to even out his breathing and calm himself. His professionalism would be questioned even further if he failed to complete the last interview, or screwed up during it.

He felt the couch dip next to him, “Here” he looked up, poison on his tongue ready to be spit at Xiao Xingchen when he realised the other held out one of those large chocolate chip cookies in a napkin. There was also iced coffee sat on the table in front of him.

“Just relax, empty your head, and focus on the cookie” Xiao Xingchen informed him; raising an eyebrow as Xue Yang didn’t immediately accept the confectionery from him.

He took it with tentative thanks; and it vanished almost immediately once he’d decided to accept the gesture. Once he’d gotten the sugary coffee inside him too he felt much better.

***

Despite his trash reputation he wasn’t late for a single appointment over the next weeks; Jin Guangyao assured him it was perfectly alright to project the rebel for the masses but when you played the brat with the people in the business you’d soon be blacklisted; a risk he wasn’t willing to take with Xue Yang.

Xue Yang hadn’t managed to get near alcohol or a party in that time due to Xiao Xingchen’s hawk eyes and iron control.

Since the second morning though instead of being woken up with a bucket of water to the face or bickering the other had started showing up with a sweet pastry and a staggeringly sugary iced coffee which he traded off for Xue Yang eating better at other mealtimes.

Overall it didn’t seem Xue Yang had a moment of time where the other wasn’t somewhere close, controlling everything, keeping a watchful eye out.

And it bothered Xue Yang; he didn’t get used to the feeling of Xiao Xingchen being there like he’d been assured he would. He was still hyper aware of him, and he didn’t necessarily think it was because he was intimidated, despite the fact they’d had a few more altercations, none of which ended well for Xue Yang.

***

He tried to ditch his new security for his monthly visit to the orphanage his charity had built and ran; the less people who knew about it the better. Of course he couldn’t shake the other off so he had to attend followed by Xiao Xingchen, and explain to the children who the tall ge was. He was a great hit with them, and although Xue Yang pretended to be annoyed at Xiao Xingchen getting all the attention that the youngsters usually showered on him secretly he was entertained as he watched the other romp with the rough kids, or play softly with the quieter ones.

“This is the first time you’ve brought a bodyguard” he turned slightly at the sound of Tian Ying, the matron of the orphanage and the woman who’d helped bring him up in a similar institution when he had been a boy had come up beside him. “Are you in danger, xiao-Xue?”

“Of course not” he didn’t consider the crazy mail Jin Guangyao was filtering from him any more of a threat than any of the other mail he’d received in the last few years, and he definitely didn’t want her to worry about him, “They just decided I needed someone to carry my bags for me”

He didn’t have time to say much more as he was dragged into an impromptu game of football in the yard, where he and Xiao Xingchen were on opposite teams.

They played around half-heartedly until a Xiao Xingchen who was grace incarnate except apparently on a football pitch, stuck his foot out and took Xue Yang’s feet from under him and he tumbled. The fall itself wasn’t bad but he was a little grazed as they played on the yard and not grass.

Xiao Xingchen was unusually all apologies and personally saw to tending the grazes Xue Yang’s tumble had caused, despite his assurances he was absolutely fine. The touch of the other still made his pulse flutter in some odd emotion and the way Xiao Xingchen kept glancing up at him, like he’d discovered a rare and new species, was disconcerting. And pissed him off, because he could guess what it was about.

“Just don’t” he said through his teeth so no one around them could hear.

“Don’t what? Congratulate you on what you’ve built here? On what you’re doing for these kids?”

“Yes, don’t. I don’t want to hear it” he sucked a breath in at the sting of the antiseptic where Xiao Xingchen applied it to his grazes.

“Alright, whatever you want” Xiao Xingchen let it drop but he still looked at Xue Yang with something approaching admiration in his eyes.

And it was addictive, to have someone look at him like that, and not like he was trash. But then it had never bothered him before. Was it purely because it was Xiao Xingchen and he wanted to be more than trash in that man’s eyes?

“I guess you read too many gossip rags” Xue Yang sniped, “I’m not on drugs, in any weird cults, or a complete slut either”

Instead of bullshitting him and denying he’d thought anything of the kind Xiao Xingchen agreed instead, “I’m beginning to see that. Of course that doesn’t mean you don’t have a vile temper, that you don’t ever learn your lessons, or that you don’t sulk like a baby when I tell you no”

He was about to make one of his usual responses when the game of football moved closer and he clamped his lips closed on the curse.

There was a knowing, teasing look in the other’s eyes and as Xue Yang looked down into that finely-boned face he realised why the other’s good opinion had meant so much to him; why he was on tenterhooks whenever Xiao Xingchen was near, which was all the time at the moment, and why his pulse fluttered like his veins were full of butterflies whenever the other touched him. He was in love with Xiao Xingchen.

Well fuck.

***

Xue Yang paced around his hotel bedroom, feeling like a caged tiger. He wanted to destroy something. No, he really wanted a stiff drink.

Was he a masochist? What had made him fall in love with a man who knocked him around for fun? No of course that was unfair, Xiao Xingchen only ever restrained him and only when Xue Yang attacked first. Still, it must definitely be masochism.

Or Stockholm Syndrome; he had been at the mercy of the other, a virtual prisoner, for weeks now.

“I need a drink” he exclaimed aloud; and so he formulated a plan.

He took a quick shower and changed into something black and sexy and flashy, then he he called reception and asked for a taxi cab, and that they ring up to let him know when it had arrived.

He waited by his bedroom door, peeping through the tiniest opening for the phone to ring back; and as Xiao Xingchen got up from the couch to answer it he dashed out and past as silently as possible to give himself as much of a head-start as he could manage.

The doors of the elevator were closing just as he saw Xiao Xingchen enter the hallway and yell at him in rage.

He was in the taxi and away; his freedom all the sweeter for being carefully wrought.

***

Xue Yang was beginning to feel pleasantly buzzed and he was chatting quite happily with the guy who stood next to him at the bar of the VIP lounge. He’d been greeted by the usual crowd who hadn’t seen him around for the weeks he’d been kept prisoner, (OK maybe that was a little dramatic), but he’d never seen this guy before and new people were interesting.

Although he was beginning to get uncomfortable at how the other stared at him intently after he’d finished his drink.

He excused himself to “visit the bathroom” when life finally caught up with him. Life of course being Xiao Xingchen.

He pushed Xue Yang up against the wall of the corridor to the bathrooms, which was surprisingly currently empty.

“Hey” Xue Yang protested, although with alcohol relaxing his muscles it hadn’t really hurt as he hadn’t tensed for impact. Actually being pinned against the wall by the man you’d fallen in love with was quite nice. He had zero experience, bar some awkward kisses with a girl who’d known as little as him when he was younger, but apparently being manhandled was beginning to be something he enjoyed. Maybe because it was Xiao Xingchen though.

“I’d advise you to keep really quiet, I’m this close to spanking the living hell out of you” and really he’d never seen Xiao Xingchen’s deceptively delicate face so twisted in anger.

But of course alcohol impaired one’s judgement; to dangerous levels sometimes.

“Is that what you like?” he asked.

“What?” Xiao Xingchen was confused, his hand tightened on Xue Yang’s collar as if he suspected the other was planning something.

“Spanking, do you get off on it?”

“You really have no fucking self-preservation instincts do you?” Xiao Xingchen demanded and if Xue Yang hadn’t been so muddled due to the reaction of his body to the other, and the alcohol humming through his bloodstream he might have realised how much trouble he was in; he had never heard the other curse before in all their weeks together.

Instead he gave in to the urge pounding at the base of his brain, unable to control it anymore. He threw his arms around Xiao Xingchen’s neck and kissed him.

Well, it was clumsy and unskilled, but it probably still counted as a kiss.

He was pushed back against the wall unceremoniously, “What do you think you’re doing? You are my client. You are drunk. You are so out of line right now”

Of course he hadn’t really expected a different response. He somehow managed to pull himself free and stumbled back out into the VIP lounge.

Actually he seemed to be more drunk than he’d realised. He was suddenly barely able to control his body and he felt like his head was full of cotton wool. A hand touched his back, “Oh, you look terrible. Do you need to lie down? Should we get you out of here?” he was vaguely aware the voice wasn’t Xiao Xingchen’s, it belonged to the guy he’d been talking to at the bar, as he was guided towards the door but he really did need to lie down right now. He was about to nod his agreement when the supporting hand was violently removed.

“What the fuck did you give him?” that was Xiao Xingchen, although he couldn’t work out what the question meant. He felt the iron-grip of his security’s hand and he was pulled close to the other; he recognised the familiar scent of his aftershave and it set his mind at rest.

***

It had been days since the nightclub incident; and he’d managed to act completely clueless about the entire evening. In honesty there were huge swathes of Xue Yang’s memory that were completely blank, but he was cursed with vague recollection of him kissing Xiao Xingchen.

He wanted to die from embarrassment. He wanted to mope around at the rejection. He had to pretend like he was completely clueless about everything that happened though and let the other just write it off as a side effect of the Flunitrazepam the random guy at the nightclub had put in his drink.

He had been in touch with Jin Guangyao and begged the other to find him new security. He couldn’t carry on being around Xiao Xingchen all the time, feeling like he did, and scared to death he’d do something stupid to reveal his feelings in a way that couldn’t be pretended away like that stupid kiss.

He had faithfully promised he’d keep up the good behaviour Xiao Xingchen had bullied into him so long as Jin Guangyao replaced him with someone who wouldn’t cause Xue Yang such pain to have close.

His manager had promised to at least look into it.

Xue Yang didn’t realise he’d been wool-gathering in his head and managed to separate slightly from Xiao Xingchen and A-Qing until he saw a face in the crowd that made him uncomfortable.

He didn’t recognise the man but the fear that skittered down his spine was very real; he turned to try and get closer to Xiao Xingchen who called his name and dashed over; the flash he caught from the corner of his eye had him raising his arm in self-protection. He was dragged out of the way and thrown to the floor, catching nothing but a glancing blow as Xiao Xingchen took out the threat.

It was all very chaotic after that as the crowd helped keep the attacker captive until the police could arrive, and ambulance was also called as both he and Xiao Xingchen had taken knife wounds.

His was a cut to the arm that didn’t particularly bother him, it was the wound on Xiao Xingchen’s side that scared the life out of him. He used his folded jacket to keep pressure on the injury.

A-Qing fluttered around trying to get him to let someone else take over so they could do the same for his arm but he just waved her off; it was nothing.

“You really have no fucking self-preservation instincts” Xiao Xingchen told him in annoyance; luckily he seemed fully conscious at the moment.

“I know. I‘m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’ll be better from now on” he felt close to tears but fought them back brutally.

Xiao Xingchen nodded at what he said and looked into his eyes, “At least you’ll get your new bodyguard now, silver linings right?” he reached out with his left hand to thumb away one of the tears that Xue Yang hadn’t realised had escaped.

Fucking Jin Guangyao and his stupid big mouth.

“It’s for the best, xiao-Xue, in light of everything”

Which meant Xiao Xingchen was aware of his feelings and agreed the best way to deal with it was to move on. Well there went his dignity.

“You’re too precious for this cruel world in the limelight, anyway” Xue Yang tried to mock, his voice a little strangled.

“Which of us do you mean?” Xiao Xingchen asked and it was both an arrow to his heart and salve to his ego to hear such an opinion from the other.

He was glad when the paramedics had arrived and he was shuffled away to have his own wound dealt with so he could save some face. If the paramedic thought the tears were a reaction to the pain or shock of being attacked then good.

They were taken to a nearby hospital to be treated. Xue Yang’s cut needed a few stitches so he was ready to be sent away reasonably quickly, but he stayed in the waiting room until A-Qing came back to report Xiao Xingchen was fine, he’d be kept in for a few days as his would was deeper and nastier but he was stable and in no danger.

“Aren’t you going to visit before we go?” she asked, but he shook his head. And honestly she was smart enough that she probably knew what was going on and why he didn’t want to impose on the other. “Alright, lets get you back to the hotel. I think Jin Guangyao will be waiting, unfortunately, I can’t do anything to put him off this time”

Xue Yang sighed and accepted his fate.

One Month Later

The stage lights faded for the last time and he was finally able to slip offstage. He was lathered with sweat and completely exhausted. Xue Yang’s knife wound hadn’t been particularly deep or damaging but it was surprising how much it had knocked him down. He still tired out so much more easily than he was used to, but he hadn’t wanted to put this concert off, preferring to get it out of the way so he could take a holiday for a couple of weeks and use it to think about the next steps in his career, and indeed life, with nothing hanging over his head.

The man who had attacked them had been the same who had drugged his drink in the nightclub, although due to the effects Xue Yang couldn’t identify him; it had been lucky his subconscious had reacted to the man though, or it could have been so much worse.

He accepted the towel A-Qing held out for him as he met his entourage in the back stage passages and dried off, pulling on the coat she had also brought him.

There was an oddly smug look on her face and he questioned her.

“Nothing, just something funny is all” she refused to be drawn on what caused her to smile so.

They made it back to the dressing rooms and he was bundled inside.

He wondered, uncharitably, if she was on drugs.

“No rush, your car won’t be here for quite some time yet” A-Qing told him as she shut the door behind him and he turned to find his street clothes. Except he wasn’t alone.

Oh.

Suddenly he daren’t move from the doorway, not sure whether to tear it open and flee or move into the room and act like he wasn’t bothered in the slightest.

In the end he compromised, did nothing and stayed exactly where he was.

“Why are you here?” he tried to keep his voice steady, and luckily it didn’t shake too much.

“Why do you think?” Xiao Xingchen asked him.

#mdzs #mdzs fanfic #mdzs fic #xuexiao #xue yang #xiao xingchen #Modern AU #Bodyguard AU #Blood cw #injury cw #date-rape-drug cw #pining #one-sided feelings?

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A Cup of Coffee ' Lee Jihoon

Anon requested: “Can you do an au about woozi having a crush on the reader and vice versa but both had to find out about their feelings towards each other through the reader’s homepage wallpaper. They would have known each other for a long time already but just didn’t want to lose their friendship bc they don’t know if it was mutual! It should have loads of fluff 😂🙏🏻🙏🏻”

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1566

okay to start this off

I think it's safe to say that Jihoon is your best friend

you've known each other since high school

you've supported him before and after his debut

you were right beside him during his trainee years

the both of you have spent a lot of time together

made wonderful memories together

and have earned each other's trust and have each other to lean towards to at hard times

you two were practically inseparable

and you were one of the few people who Jihoon has a soft spot for

"Jihoonie can we go get food?" You plead

"Aigoo. Not now. I'm working on something." Jihoon responds, not taking his eyes off the music sheets

"okay.." You respond softly as you sit back

without even 5 minutes passing

"Fine fine let's go get food. Just stop acting cute." He says as he exits the studio

you follow behind him with a smile of victory plastered on your face

you were also one of those few people who Jihoon wouldn't get mad at

"Aigoo~ our Jihoonie is so cute!" Svt members coo at him as they try pinching his cheek

"Fight me. I swear. Fight me." Jihoon would reply as he swat their hands away

"They're not wrong. You are cute." You smile sweetly at his direction

Jihoon would be blushing so hard after that

and the rest of the svt members would look at you as if you tamed a dragon

"Wahh..how did she..if we had continued, Jihoon woulve killed us."

everything was fine with the both of you

beyond fine in fact

one problem tho

you fell for him

tbh after all the time you have spent together, who wouldn't

falling for him wasn't the only problem 

what would happen if you told him was another

yes the two of you built this whole relationship with an understanding and acceptance towards each other

but it scares you thinking that he might not feel the same way 

and your whole relationship with him might end

because Jihoon has always had this wall when it comes to his emotions ∙ rarely does he show them

so knowing whether he likes you or not is like jumping off a cliff with no safety gear on 

not knowing whether you'll get hurt or not

and it's really scary considering that you're risking your whole relationship here

one wrong move and you could lose him

but the feeling of not knowing is practically killing you at this point

so you slowly start showing signs

like going to his studio 10 minutes before he does

and leaving a cup of coffee with a different note on it everyday

"Ahh my Jihoonie~ You're working hard for this comeback. Here's a cup a coffee to help you throughout the day. xoxo y/n"

"Yah. You forgot about our movie marathon yesterday. It's alright haha don't worry~ Don't overwork yourself. xoxo y/n"

"Hey smol dude. If you don't mind, I borrowed your sweater yesterday. Hehe it surprisingly smells good. Don't overwork yourself. And make sure to eat or I will feed you myself. xoxo y/n"

or by casually flirting every now and then

"I didn't know angels walk among us." you wink at him

"Yeah. I also didn't know demons walk among us." he smirks at you

"...Jihoon I swear." you playfully hit him on his shoulder

yeT HE DOESN'T NOTICE ONE THING

his members did though

they noticed how your eyes basically smiled whenever he is near,

how soft and gentle you talk to him,

how you're always there beside him to take care of him when he can't

they noticed it all

and they didn't even hesitate helping you two get together

even though you didn't need help, they insisted

"No really guys, it's fine. You don't have to."

"Nope. We're gonna help you and Jihoon get together whether you like it or not."

and boy did they help

they've tried a lot of things too 

one was when all of you went to an amusement park

and while you and Jihoon were buying ice cream

they all suddenly disappeared

leaving you with just Jihoon

"Where did everyone go?" he asks, holding his cup of ice cream

"I don't know." you say in confusion

bECAUSE THEY DIDN'T TELL YOU THEY WERE PLANNING THIS

after like minutes of waiting for them

the both of you have already finished your ice creams

"Let's just spend the day together then. I don't wanna wait for them anymore. Lets go." He says holding your hand as he takes you to a ride

and wasn't that one of the best days you have ever had

still kind of pissed with the members that they didn't tell you the plan

but you got to spend the whole day with Jihoon

so it's a win-win

another one was when all of you were hanging out at their dorm

and you were all playing 7 minutes in heaven

where you write your name on a piece of paper

put it in a box

and whoever's name is in the paper you pick

you have to be locked in a small room/closet with that person for 7 minutes

hence the name, 7 minutes in heaven

after a few rounds of the game 

by rounds I mean your otps being stuck in a small closet for 7 minutes

it was finally your turn

and the universe decided that they wanted to play with you at that moment

"Jihoon." 

everyone basically started pushing the both of you towards the closet as soon as you said that

"I didn't expect that this closet would be this small." He said

"How could it be small for you when you're already small?" You teasingly asked

"Haha. Very funny y/n. " He said 

surprisingly, the atmosphere wasn't that awkward

maybe because it was just the two of you

yes you two were in a small closet

yes you're almost leaning against him

but it wasn't awkward

the whole 7 minutes was spent talking with the other with little space in between you two

and that was it

as much to your and the members' disappointment

nothing happened

after a few more times of trying to get the two of you together

you were honestly close to giving up at telling him at all

the other members went somewhere and yet again you two were left alone 

the two of you decided to have a movie marathon

it is now between 11-12 am

the both of you are already halfway through your 3rd movie

"Why did she do that?" He asks in frustration

"I don't know, that's why we're watching it"

"She shouldn't have done that." He replies

a few minutes later

the story got a bit boring and the two of you wanted to find another one

"Hmm. Where's my phone? Can you hand me my phone Hoon?" You ask, pointing at your phone right in front of him

"Sure"

and as if the universe wanted to play with you again

a notification popped up as soon as he picked up your phone 

allowing him to see your lock screen

the notification covered some of it but it's really obvious that it was him in your lock screen

"Ahh! No don't look at it!" You jumped from your seat taking your phone from him

he didn't say anything

he just smirked

"You have me as your lockscreen?" He looks at you

"Erm..no..what are y-" 

"Mhmm, I know you're lying right now." He said 

"Fine fine. Yes it's you. Let me explain"

he just nods in response

"okay so uhm. The reason why you're my lockscreen is because I uhm, kinda sorta have feelings for...for you." you say looking down, blushing 

he just stayed quiet

"Please if you don't feel the same way, that's fine with me. Just please, still be my best friend." You plead

"Ahh...I uhm.." he says

"...what is it?" You ask him

he says nothing and just hands you his phone

and you see that

his homepage is a picture of you

"I like you too y/n.." 

you were honestly about to scream

but you just pulled him in for a hug

"Phew thank god! I was scared I was gonna lose my best friend!" You say

"I just told you I liked you too and you're still calling me your best friend?" He said jokingly

"What do you want me to call you then?" You ask as you pull away from the hug

"Mine" he smirks

you hit him lightly on his chest

"Aish. I bet Junhui taught you that." You say to him

"Anyway...now that we know we have feelings for each other. Do you want to go on a date this week?" He asks

"Yes! Ofcourse!" You respond basically screaming

"Calm down. Let's continue watching the movie. Or maybe let's find another one. This one's getting boring." He chuckles

he opens his arms, signalling that you can cuddle

without hesitation

you went in 

the rest of the night was spent cuddling, watching and planning the date you two were gonna have this week.

"How about the amusement park? Or the beach? Or the museum? Oh! Theres a park near by. How about a picnic?" You ask

"Anywhere and anytime is fine. As long as I'm with you."

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[17mounteens]

heya, just wondering if i could have a supernatural!au with vernon/hansol and something along the lines of soulmates?? also if it could be angsty w a little fluff that'd be awesom - either way i don't mind haha. i love your writing so much and i just thought i'd take the chance of an open request box! thanks!

this didn’t turn out to be that angsty, it’s just more or less ‘sad’ and deals with loneliness etc. but i hope you still enjoy hehe i let all my teen wolf and twilight knowledge out on this

Werewolf AU/Soulmate AU

It was just another normal day for you, you were going to the nearest café after school because going home meant other activities for you. Your pack  usually called you to go for your evening runs around the city woods. Yes - you had been welcomed to the werewolf world just last year when you got bitten by your close friends after a long time coming.

You had basically begged her to bite you so you could have some excitement in your life, and generally, you had always been interested in the supernatural.

Being a werewolf however wasn’t as easy as you might have thought in the beginning, it required a lot of time and effort from you - both mental and physical and above all, you had to balance school and everything else on top of it. You couldn’t leave the pack, that was not how it worked.

“Ah Y/N, you got off early?” the owner of the café greeted you with a smile from behind the counter when you stepped in through the door, the bells ringing the door slowly closed. You nodded and smiled, asking her for an ice tea that you always had, unless you needed coffee to keep you awake.

The café was usually empty during this time since most people were at work or school, just like you had been a while ago. But for the past few weeks, there had been this one guy sitting in the other corner of the café, drinking his iced coffee and reading some heavy looking books. He didn’t seem much older than you but you hadn’t seen him at your school either, which you found odd since your school was the only school close to the café.

You had exchanged a few words here and there, mostly when you were sitting on his way or vice versa but nothing more than that. Although, you did catch him looking your way a few times but you couldn’t deny that you wouldn’t glance at him from time to time either.

But for the past two days you hadn’t seen him in the café at all, which  confused you and you had to admit that you were rather disappointed every time you got to the café and he wasn’t there because you were planning on finally talking to him properly.

Your ice tea was brought to the table where you sat; a cozy corner where most of the soft pillows were but also where you could usually focus on your school things in peace. You thanked her and got your phone out first, checking for anything that could help your procrastinating needs.

But you were quickly interrupted with a strong scent coming from somewhere, a smell you swore wasn’t human. Sure, it was only you who could smell that as a werewolf but it bothered you since you couldn’t even pinpoint where the smell was coming from and it wasn’t a scent you knew although you knew all the other werewolves in the area.

“Whatever,” you mumbled to yourself when you saw a group of students come in and gave up on trying to figure out the scent. You’d deal with it.

To your surprise however, within the group of people, you recognised

the guy who you had seen in the café many times previously. He was there for sure but there was no way you’d go say hi to him now. He seemed to be laughing with his friends and you probably looked very thrown off because of the mysterious scent filling the whole café.

“Hansol,” the barista yelled and you followed closely who would pick up the drink from the counter. Oh. So Hansol was his name.

Well, now you didn’t need to go talk to him anymore, you supposed, which was almost a relief for you. And now you were able to actually start studying for the day before heading home and doing your nightly round across the city woods.

---

You all kept moving in formation, smelling around you and staying alert - you were on the forbidden grounds and at any point you could be surrounded by the opposing pack. Your pack had been on the area first, or at least so said your alpha, and this ‘new’ pack had arrived to the areas just a few years ago and wanted to get a fair share of the areas for themselves too, which resulted in a lot of territorial fights between you and them.

Your alpha thought it was very important to make sure no rules were broken by the opposing pack, which was one of the reasons you had to join them every night. If you didn’t you’d get scolded heavily or even punished and you hated having to explain to your parents why you had bruises all over you and also, why they healed so fast.

The members of the pack had told you to just obey the rules and go with the flow but you still felt lonely. Even with your best friend in the pack. She didn’t understand you at all and when you had joined the pack, you realised she was completely different as a werewolf.

She was bossy and cocky, teasing you over the smallest things. You couldn’t understand why she was allowed to bully you when she wasn’t even the alpha and had basically no power over you.

But as one, you change your route accordingly when you smell your enemies scent comes from the north. Your friend nudges you and you take notice someone hulking black form coming towards you from the left. It makes your skin crawl even to this day - you didn’t quite expect that you would find it this creepy every time someone was lurking in the bushes and you could just see gleaming eyes and catch their scent with the wind.

Maybe becoming a werewolf hadn’t been a good idea since you felt disconnected from everyone in the pack.

It’s silent as you tread through the bushes, paws barely making a sound but suddenly you hear a loud growl from behind you and hear steps running away from you. Your pack hackles raise in unison, this time louder growls coming from your leaders. The alpha freezes, but slowly turns to face you. The fur on his back was raised and you could tell he was tense and angry.

The noise came from one of you and you exposed your location to the opposing pack. They had clearly been on your territory but they seemed to flee when they heard you so close - avoiding conflict.

“Who was it?” Your alpha exchanged, giving a stern look to all of you behind him. There was five of you and when you were going to turn to see your friend next to you, she was gone and on the other side of the pack.

“She ruined the whole thing,” your friend exclaimed, throwing you under the bus with an annoyed growl and left you feeling incredibly offended. She was the one who made the sounds and gave away your location, you could recognise her growl no matter what.

You wanted to fight her. You did not sign up to be thrown under the bus like that and blamed for something you didn’t do. So, you took a stance and got close to her, snarling at her with a mean look across your snout.

“Why are you hesitating Y/N?”

Just wait until she’s close enough.

She takes another step forward.

Just one more.

“Are you afraid,” she snickers, clenching her jaws.

No one was telling you to stop.

Before you could jump to attack her, you all heard a howl come from the same direction you were supposed to be heading to. The noise had rendered you completely frozen, your ears perking up at the sharp howl. Your aggressive panting turned to fear and confusion again, and you felt a lump growing in your throat.

The sounds of your own breath were replaced by the alpha and the leaders around him and the heat radiating from them was insane. They were mad, you could tell although they were good at keeping their thoughts to themselves. Everyone was alert right now and had their fur standing.

“You - head back home,” your alpha commanded you, clearly frustrated with dealing with you right now when he had enough to think about. The howl you had heard was clearly a mock against your pack as well as a challenge to come and find them and you weren’t wanted there.

You had had enough, so you gladly ran off from the pack, feeling them stare at you when you ran back the way you came from. You could still hear them discussing you in your head. You thought you could never feel lonelier than you did but you felt like you just hit a new low.

—

You didn’t really know how to keep yourself focused on school for the next few days. In the beginning you felt angry that you had been played like that by someone who you trusted immensely but then you felt sad because you should’ve just counted to ten and calm yourself down but in the end you end up feeling uncomfortable in your own skin and wanted to go for a long run as a wolf as soon as you could. To your disadvantage however, the time seemed to be going slowly, until you realised that you had no more classes.

You were on your way back home, which was out of the ordinary for you as you usually headed straight for the café. You needed to have some time for yourself and nothing was coming on your way for that. Except Hansol, who grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side of the road, just a few blocks away from your house.

You were completely clueless as to the situation you were in, confusion clouding your mind and not allowing yourself to think clearly. “What are you? Get off me,” you said frustrated and wriggled out of his hold.

“Can you just listen to me for two seconds?” He asked quickly, pleading you to stop. You shake your head. This didn’t make any sense. You barely knew him and you honestly didn’t want to deal with him right now.

“I know what you are,” he blurted out, your focus on him immediate. What did he just say? “I saw you yesterday, I mean, I’ve seen you before too…I can tell you have a different scent.”

Suddenly, everything started making more sense. That time you were in the café and a werewolf scent filled the whole room - it had been him. You could smell it even now. And also the fact that he had been gone for a while, possibly dealing with the recent changes.

“Then you also mean you were in the forest yesterday?”

He nodded, rubbing his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, I was the one in the bushes,” he admitted.

“And you just ran away? And left me hanging there, facing the consequences that I didn’t want. You could’ve come and helped since you knew me.”

Hansol closes his eyes and shakes his head, he then looks back up and you see his eyes gleaming blue. Blue meant that he was in a pack, which suddenly made a lot more sense.  “You now realise why?” He asked with a sigh, somehow seeming like he wasn’t too happy about it.

You nodded slowly, not sure what to say next. You were dumbfounded, although you didn’t even know him well. But somehow, ever since you saw him for the first time, he had been bugging your mind and you almost felt like you had known him for years.

“I know you probably hate me right now but, please, try to get past that.”

“I-I do hate you,” you said hesitantly. He was a newborn, just like you were a while back and you couldn’t really blame him for anything but you still couldn’t get past the rules of your pack which strictly prohibited contact with werewolves from other packs. You were feeling unexplainably warm and your hands were almost shaking. “It’s natural though,” you added. You weren’t sure why you didn’t want to hurt him with your words, you couldn’t control them.

“I guess I’ll see you around,” he said after a moment of silence, brushing his fingers through his hair. You shrugged as an answer and you parted ways, although in your minds all you could think about was each other.

—

“What on earth did you think you were doing?“

Your alpha screamed at you at your usual meeting point in the woods. This time you had all agreed to meet up in your normal, human forms and talk things through but that hadn’t worked out too well.

You still had a foreign scent to you.

You wanted to scream back but instead, you lowered your head and submitted.

“First, you did a big mistake earlier this week and now you have the audacity to come here with another werewolf´s stench on you.”

“He talked to me first…” you said quietly, feeling your heart beat faster than ever. You were trying to keep yourself calm and collected but it was no use when you knew all of the pack could hear your heart beat.

“You’re tearing this pack apart Y/N,” your alpha commented and sat down on a nearby rock, shaking his head. The others were scattered all around you, not saying a word.

It was true to an extent but you were not going to back down. It made no sense how you were blamed - why would they even let you ‘tear the pack apart’ in the first place. You were just another omega in the pack who had no bad intentions and just wanted to get away from her everyday boring life.

“You know what, I’m not the problem here.”

You were going to regret this.

“You’re tearing me apart and I can’t take it anymore. All you do is pressure me and blame me for something I didn’t do. If you could actually listen to what your omegas had to say maybe there wouldn’t be any problems,” you let out and expressed your utter frustration with your hands.

Actually, you didn’t regret it as much as you thought you would.

“I think it’s best for you to -“ your alpha got up and said, the gleam in his eyes signaling that he was not happy with your sudden outburst. He couldn’t stand defeat or in this case, critique.

Nor the fact that he was rudely interrupted. “Leave with me,” Hansol said from behind you, eyes hooded as he kept a close eye on the situation. Almost immediately, he received sneers and mean looks from ‘your’ pack.

You looked back at your alpha and then to Hansol - you might be making one of the stupidest decisions of your life right now, but you wouldn’t know if you didn’t try. You sprinted to Hansol and smiled at him. “Run,” he whispered and soon you both ran away as fast as you could. Immediately, you heard howls and the sounds of clothes ripping - you were being chased.

“Not how I expected them to react. My pack was so cool with it,” Hansol said between sharp breaths. “Why don’t we just turn too?” You asked and tried not to stumble on any stumps of wood. “Because -“ Hansol answered and made a sharp turn to the left, where you were met with the lake around the city.

“Jump, quick.”

And you did without looking back, hitting the water in a few seconds. You swam under water for as long as you could and when you had to come up for air, Hansol had swam at least two meters further than you. He was impressive.

You continued swimming to the closest shore, surprised that there wasn’t any people around. When you got on the shore, you lied down onto the wet sand and took deep breaths.

“So…what happens now?” you asked weakly, feeling like you might be woken up from this dream at any point now, which you didn’t want.

You were finally doing what you wanted.

If you had been told earlier this week that you would be totally willing to follow a strange man anywhere he went, you would have seen yourself as crazy. But now, you felt a strange tug in your gut that just told you that you could never leave him. You didn’t want to leave him.

You didn’t feel like a lone wolf anymore and he agreed with you - he felt like he was right where he belonged. “I think, we’re soulmates,” he said out of the blue, lying right next to you. “I know I sound crazy but I swear I can’t stay away from you. Something just told me to come after you today.”

“Imprinted?” You asked if he meant this instead while laughing.

“I guess it could be that too,” he answered and looked at you, a little awkward look on his face. But through the bond you shared, you knew you’d survive anything together.

“Thank you.”

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[ohmytheon]

i don't know if you are still doing requests, but could you do a last words soulmate au for either Royai or RebelCatain. I know you have already done first word soulmate aus for both but I would love to see this as basically no one writes last word ones and I love your work! You are amazing!

I chose Rebelcaptain because we know their last words and I’m a sucker for pain. I might do a second part to this where they find out the truth. I was going to write more, but the little monster started to wake up. lmao

Jyn is sixteen and hiding in a bunker, abandoned by a man who had become something of a father to her, when fire burns around her right calf. The sensation nearly causes her to drop her blaster, so she has to crouch down and wrap a hand around it as fire laces through her skin. It stops as abruptly as it started, leaving a cold, tingling sensation in its place, but she doesn’t move or pull her hand away.

No, no, no. She doesn’t want it. She doesn’t want anything to do with this. Rage builds up inside of her, along with grief, and she hates how both emotions are able to dig their claws into her heart even now. She grips her leg so tight that her nails dig into her even through her pants.

There’s something to be said about the beginning of something also being the end. It’s hard knowing that somewhere out there is her soulmate and they will die. She feels marked by death, the surety of its coming written on her skin. Trust the Force, her mother said before she died, but the Force is cruel. It plays a terrible game on everyone.

Marking people with their soulmate’s last words – allowing people to truly and fully fall in love with someone, only to take them away.

She told herself that she would never fall in love – she won’t do it, she won’t – and the lack of a soulmate mark both comforted her and made her feel alone in the galaxy. It didn’t matter. She had been alone for a long time. And now it’s here, mocking her, reminding her that she isn’t alone. But she will be. Oh, she will be once they die or she dies. Everything ends. Everyone leaves.

Finally, she pulls her hand away and sits down on the ground. Sighing in defeat, she rolls up her pants leg and looks at the soulmate marking.

Your father would be proud of you.

Jyn throws her head back against the wall of the bunker and laughs coldly, so loud that the sound echoes around her. Proud of her? He’s gone. Galen Erso is gone and most likely dead – has been for years. And Saw Gerrera? He left to her too. Found her in a bunker and abandoned her in one. The laugh turns into tears until she’s doing both and curls in on herself.

Soulmate marks are supposed to make a person feel loved, even if it’s their last words, like they’re going to be with you until the very end. But all Jyn feels is the emptiness of them and how little she believes in anything these days. Proud of her. They don’t even know she’s alive.

*

He’s been deep undercover for over two months. It’s exhausting work. He’s only twenty, but he feels at least ten years older. Still young, he allows himself to wonder if he’ll actually make it another ten years. Doesn’t seem likely. People in his line of work don’t live for very long.

It doesn’t scare him as much as it used to anymore. He realized a long time ago that he wasn’t long for this world. Some stars burn faster than others. Not everyone is made to make it to the finish line. After all, the ladder to the end is built upon the bodies of those who had fallen. Somehow, he knows that he will be one of them. As long as he makes good use of his own end, he is fine with it. 

He can live with it.

So he doesn’t think much about the future, especially his own. He thinks about the Rebellion and allows himself to hope for its success. He can’t think about its defeat or everything he has done and will do will be for nothing. And he’s done a lot of terrible things already that he needs a reason for. The end justifies the means, he repeats over and over again before he falls asleep. His end is just a stepping stone for something much larger. He doesn’t think of it much.

And then, right when he’s about to take another shot with a few other cadets in the Imperial Academy, a lightening burn lances down his left forearm. It’s so shocking and sudden that he lets go of the shot glass and it falls to counter, spilling everywhere. The drunk cadets laugh and the bartender scowls at him. It’s all he can do to not grab his arm, but he knows that if he does, someone might figure it out.

His heart is pounding in his chest as he apologizes to the bartender and then stumbles away from the cadets to the back of the bar where the restrooms are located. He has to shove his way through the unruly crowd, the smoke getting in his eyes and the music drumming in his head, but his entire body is distracted by the burn on his arm.

Once he finally makes it to the bathroom, he practically tumbles inside and slams the door shut, locking it behind him. He shouldn’t do this. It’s dangerous to let something so personal out in the open for people to see. His cover does not have a soulmate mark. It’s not him. He’s supposed to be blindly hoping for the day it comes.

But Cassian Andor apparently does have a soulmate mark and it chose a very inopportune time to show. It is him. But he was never hoping for one. Honestly, he had never expected to get one. He always figured that he would die or there would never be the time. There’s little room in his life for anything save the Rebellion, much less his heart. It doesn’t seem practical that someone might love him. It doesn’t feel believable that he might fall in love.

After making sure the door is locked, Cassian takes a deep breath and rolls up his sleeve. I do – someone’s out there. In his paranoia, his eyes jerk around the bathroom again, but he’s alone and, if anyone was listening out there, they would only hear him breathing. He licks his lips.

Letting go of the sleeve, he rubs his face, exhaustion seeping in his bones past the alcohol. He’s tired. He wants to… Oh, he doesn’t know. Go home? Back to Yavin 4? He doesn’t have a home, not really.

(Vague memories of his mother drift into his mind: her showing him her soulmate mark, her voice telling him, “You will know who they are even without the words because they will feel like home.”)

He shakes his head and turns on the sink so that he can splash water on his face. The other cadets will tease him for spilling his drink and having to get control over himself. Such a lightweight, they’ll laugh, and he’ll grin sheepishly and try to make up for it. He’s always trying to make up for silly mistakes. There’s a chance he won’t make it through the Academy, but he can always keep trying.

They don’t need to know that he’s more than capable of hitting a target 900 meters away or flying most ships with precision or even rewiring robots. They don’t need to know anything about him, certainly not his soulmate mark.

It doesn’t matter, he tells himself later that night. All it means is that they are going to die, just like him. It’s not a comforting thought and he doesn’t sleep well that night.

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