#which like of course they don’t really because I hide almost everything of my true self from the

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"Not your type?" - l.hs (m)

“Oh, Sweetheart.” He says and looks at you with a massive smirk, his hand never leaving your soft cheek. “I heard everything"

Summary: Your new summer job was great. The salary was great and the scenery was beautiful. But what made the job perfect, was your hot older co-worker Lee Heeseung, who you swear is not your type.

Genre: SMUT, Co-worker!Heeseung x reader.

Words: 3,7k+

Warnings: HardDomHeeseung, Heeseung is lowkey mean, chocking, creampie, lowkey size kink, degradation kink!!!, reader is lowkey a masochist...

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You load dirty spoons and plates Into the dishwasher, sweat running down your neck. It was a hot summer day, and while the average person your age is down by the beach sunbathing, you are working at your new restaurant job. When you applied, you didn’t actually think you would get it, but here you are during your vacation from college. Not that you could really complain, it is a nice restaurant you are working at by the coast. It’s always sunny, you are surrounded by people wearing little to no clothing because of the hot weather, and the nearest sea is just about ten meters away from you. The perfect summer job for someone who is in a desperate need for money. 

But there is one thing that makes working there difficult. 

The first day on your job, your boss wanted an experienced college to help you out. For example, showing you how to load the dishwasher, the different courses on the menu, what you should do after the restaurant closes - and so on and so forth. What you didn’t know however, is that the man getting the “help the new coworker” mission, would be the hottest man you have ever seen in your life. 

Lee Heeseung.

When Heeseung showed you around on your first day, it felt like you became 16 again. Every time his eyes met yours your whole body would tingle, only being able to look into his eyes for 3 seconds before looking away. Every time he asked you a question, you became a stuttering mess trying to compose yourself. It was really difficult, and because you two always seemed to get the same shifts, you couldn’t avoid him either. Not that he seemed to complain, he probably loved the attention he got from you. That is what you at least internally tell yourself. 

You did however get close to some of the people working at the restaurant over the last two months, one of them being your now close friend Sunoo who was your age. That is what is peculiar about this working place, everyone is about the same age. Over the age of 17, but younger than 24. And because of the young staff, it wasn’t an unusual thing that people hooked up with each other. And the first time you heard about it from Sunoo, you couldn’t help it but get almost too excited.

“Are you serious!?'' You shout with a shocked expression, the food you chew almost flying out of your mouth. Sunoo laughs, putting a hand right in front of his mouth. “Yeah, it's true! And can you please whisper, we don’t want the others knowing what we are talking about”. You look at him with big eyes, before looking around making sure that people aren’t listening to your conversation. 

You lean in and begin to whisper. “Like who?” Sunoo leans in as well, right by your ear. “Which ones have hooked up with each other? Well where should I even start. Um, well there was this one time with Yujin and Jay, and oh! Yunjin and Hee-“ you cut him off abruptly, not wanting him to mention Heeseung. 

You lean back beside him, trying to act casual. “Yeah I get it, I get it, you don’t need to continue!” You look away from him, but Sunoo looks at you. “What, do you like Heeseung? Y/n…” He says and punches your shoulder playfully. Your face turns beet red, trying not to unveil the secret you so desperately have been hiding for the two months working here. 

“What do you mean? Heeseung? Nooo he is like, sooo not my type” You say trying to sound convincing. “Not your type?” Sunoo says, not convinced by your false statement. Instead of answering him, you look away and shake your head confidently. 

Sunoo suddenly smiles teasingly, grabbing your arm and leans in. Because of his sudden touch, you look at him surprised. He maybe leaned in a little too much, though he is so close that you can feel his breath tingling your neck.

“You know what I think?” He says slowly, making sure to pronounce every syllable, and looks at you with innocent eyes. You get nervous, not knowing what he is about to say and try to look away. “What?”

His smile gets bigger, and he continues while having a teasing pout on his lips. 

“I think that you want big, sexy, Heeseung to grab your tiny, little, fragile body, push it against the hard wall of the storage room and manhandle you with,“ he makes his voice lighter, trying to mimic yours “his, big, manly hands, and strong arms”

Your mouth gapes open and you begin to laugh nervously, hitting Sunoo playfully several times until he backs away from you. You shake your head. “No! No! It’s not true!”

He looks at you and laughs while hitting the table in front of you. “Are you serious? You are lyiiiing! That is totally what you want!” You shake your head “No! I promise I-“. 

Before you can continue defending yourself, you get interrupted by Sunoo rolling back his eyes. “OhmaGAWD, You are so BIG! Don’t stawp Heeseungie-“ 

Sunoo suddenly stops, and look away at someone standing in front of your table. You slowly look towards the same direction Sunoo is looking. You begin to internally panic. 

“Um I think your 30 minute lunch break is over”. 

It’s Heeseung. 

You and Sunoo look at each other. 

Omg, did he hear all that? 

Heeseung is looking at you two confused, did he interrupt something? 

“I mean, I need to get my lunch break too” Hee continues, looking down on the salad he picked out. He seemed…nervous? Before you could make this situation even more awkward, you and Sunoo quickly grab your dirty dishes and walk away trying to ignore Heeseung's intense gaze. 

You could hear Sunoos' quiet laughter beside you while walking away from Heeseung. You look at him.“Promise me to never do that again Sunoo! And why are you laughing!” You whisper-scream trying to sound intimidating. “What?” He laughes, “It was sooo funny!” 

You look at him with a worried expression. “But what if he heard everything?” 

“So what! Just wait until the next Friday-night shift you have with him, drink the last 30 minutes at closing, and see what happens!” 

You look at him, smiling. “Are you allowed to drink on the job?” Sunoo looks at you and grabs your shoulder. “I don’t know? But what I do know, is that amongst the older coworkers-“ he points his finger towards Heeseung and the others, “it’s a Friday-tradition, and if you want what I think you want…then you know what to do” He says and winks, walking away to help a customer. 

And here we are, the Friday night shift. It would be embarrassing to admit, but the night before you did a 3 hour long everything-shower. Every inch of your body was shaved, scrubbed and cleaned. You were partially oozing vanilla. You hope that if something happens he doesn’t acknowledge the small wound you got from shaving too enthusiastically. Even though you put on matching underwear, an inch of you silently hopes that nothing happens. What if something goes wrong? What if you do something wrong? You try not to get too anxious, afraid that the nervous sweating will smell more than the perfume you put on this morning.

The final customer walks out of the restaurant, and you look at the clock. It’s exactly 30 minutes before the shift ends, which means it’s cleaning and drinking time. 

“Is it your first time on a Friday-shift?” The voice behind you, surprises you, making you do a small jump out of fear while looking over your shoulder. Heeseung looked down on you with an amused expression. “Did I scare you? Sorry I didn’t mean it” You try to say anything, but the scary thought of you stuttering is enough for you to stay quiet. You tap your foot on the ground trying to fill out  the quiet atmosphere while looking away. 

Heeseung tilts his head, while biting his lips, trying to hold in his laughter. Why is she so cute? “Um… So..If you don’t know already, we have a tradition where we drink during cleaning so it makes it more fun. I mean, it is Friday soo” You look up at him again trying to act as if you don’t know about the “tradition” - as if Sunoo didn’t tell you a week before. “Oh, well, that sounds fun?” You answer. 

Heeseung looks at you with bright eyes, turns around and grabs two glasses of beer, probably around 50ml, and hands it to you. "Perfect! You drink beer, right?” He says and looks at you. To be honest beer is the least you want to drink right now, but not wanting to be a burden, you take the big glass. You press it against your mouth, looking up into his eyes, while swallowing a big gulp of beer. You feel the bitter drink hit your tastebuds. Heeseung takes a deep breath, looking at your lips while you swallow the beer. Does she know what she is doing? 

You put down the glass, it is already half empty. “It tastes better than what I imagined!” You say, feeling the courage entering your body with every second because of the alcohol. Before Heeseung can answer, you pick up the glass again, only for him to take it from you. You look up at him irritated “I think you might slow down on that, the beer is extra strong and we don’t want any…accidents”. Heeseung says, bringing his hand up, laying it on your cheek. His thumb strokes your top lip, swiping away foam left from the beer. Your breath hitches, and you stop moving. Heeseung's hand leaves your cheek, before walking away, leaving you with a beating heart. 

Your body is swaying to the music coming from the speaker Sunghoon brought from home. The Broom you are holding gets heavier, the alcohol making your body weaker every minute. You don’t really remember how much you drank. Was it two glasses? Maybe Three? You don’t really care. All the staff members working this shift seem to be having a great time. Jay and Sunghoon were singing their brains out while putting up chairs on the tables, and Jake leaned towards the wall, holding his drink while laughing at his friends. You try to look around for Heeseung, but you can’t see him anywhere. 

Suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder, and you look back to see Heeseung looming over you. Why does he always sneak up on me like this? 

He looks at you with an innocent smile, pointing back at delivery boxes filled with vegetables and meat. “It seems like the food supplies are here, do you mind helping me load the boxes into the storage room?”  He says. The storage room? Omg the storage room! That’s where the hook-ups that Sunoo talked about happen! You look at him trying to calm yourself, hoping he didn’t notice your body reaction to the word ‘storage room’. You look at him, confident enough to talk back without stuttering. “It seems like I am done cleaning the floor, so I can help you” 

He looks down on you, grabs the broom from your hand and leans it against the nearest wall. “Well come on then”. He says, picking up two boxes, and walks away, signaling you to follow him. You do so, lifting a heavy box with vegetables in the process. 

The storage room is in the far back of the restaurant, and it’s now when it finally hits you that you two are completely alone. Even the others were too far away for you to hear, and only the music from the speaker was the sound reaching your eardrums. Trying to do your best, you turn around towards the shelves, stacking up cucumbers and carrots. 

While opening up the second bag a hand suddenly leans on the shelf in front of you. You already know who it was, but decide to look back anyway, thinking he needs to stack up this shelf as well. Heeseung is looking down on you, his other hand resting in his pocket before bringing it up and grabbing your chin - making you look up at him. You could smell the alcohol from his lips, and you were super close, only a few inches keeping you apart. “W-what are you doing?” You say almost pathetic, as if you already don’t know the answer. 

Heeseung lets out a small laugh and bites his lips. “I think you know, not that you should be complaining” You look at him confused, before realizing what he might mean. He looks at you and sighs, leaning down right beside your ear and whisper sensually. “I think you want big, sexy, Heeseung to grab your tiny, little, fragile body and push it against the hard wall of the storage room and manhandle you with his big, manly, hands and stroooong arms. Or isn’t that what Sunoo said?” You look back at him trying to object before feeling his hand leave your chin and meet your lower back, pushing you towards the shelves, making you drop the bag of cucumbers on the floor. He pushes his leg between yours, rubbing it against your core to tease you. 

You try not to let out a moan, bringing up your hand in front of your mouth to muffle the sound. “Don’t think you can hide those sweet sounds from me princess” Heeseung says and grabs both of your wrists and puts them above your head. His other hand is now playing with the hem of your shirt, slightly brushing against the side of your stomach. Too drunk by his touch, the only thing leaving your lips are your heavy breaths. Heeseung grabs your waist and pushes you harder down against his leg, making you grind on him. The sudden friction is making you moan, and you tilt your head back to lean on his shoulder. His hand now leaves your waist and unbutton your shorts, sliding his hand over your panties. 

A smirk forms on his lips when he can feel how soaked you are, and only from using his leg. He lightly touches your core with the tip of his fingers, making you let out a small hiss. Getting inpatient, he turns your body around making you face him and he let goes of your wrists. He grabs your shorts harshly, pulling them down with your panties in one go. You gasp by the sudden movement while Heeseung crouches down so he is eye-level with your core.

While licking his lips, he puts his finger between your folds. “Aww, baby, you are completely soaked already!” He says amused, trying to hold himself back so he doesn’t tear you apart then and there. Not wanting to wait anymore, you let out a small groan. “I know, I know, baby. Heeseungie is going to take care of you ok? Do you want that?” He says and looks up at you while rolling his head to the side, his fingers still lightly touching your folds. You desperately shake your head and down. To your surprise, he stands up and grabs your chin. “Use your words baby, only good girls get what they want.” You look at him with pleading eyes, hoping that he would spare you from the embarrassment. 

He suddenly slaps you hard against your check, making your gasp. “I said use your words y/n” he says, his soft voice not matching his hard demeanor. He grabs your chin harshly. “Hee, please, I really want you” He looks at you and shakes his head. “I’m not sure I understand, what do you want me to do baby?” 

You can’t take it anymore. Your whole body is aching for his touch, and the only thing you want right now is Heeseungs cock buried deep inside of you. You look up at him with tears in your eyes. “I want you to fuck me”

Heeseung wraps his hand harshly around the back of your neck, and pushes your head towards his, passionately kissing you. His tongue slides in your mouth while you feel his hand massaging your clit. You leave his lips, letting out a moan by the feeling of his rough hand pleasuring you. He takes off your shirt, not sparing a single second before unclipping your bra. He starts licking your nipple while his hand starts massaging the other. Cum is dripping down your leg and he kisses you down your stomach down your thigh. He drags his tongue against your leg to taste your cum, from your inner thigh up to your core, pushing his nose up to smell you. “Mm, baby, you smell so sweet”. 

You feel his tongue circling your clit, making your head fall back towards the hard shelf behind you. Your hands grab his soft hair, a feeling Heeseung can’t get enough of, he loves how good he makes you feel, and how weak you are for his touch. Wanting to bring it one step further, Heeseung pushes his tongue inside your soaked pussy, making sure to push it as far in as possible. His hands grab your thighs harshly for support, and you roll your eyes back at the feeling. You know his harsh touch is going to leave bruises tomorrow. Heeseung speeds up his pace, using his nose to touch your clit while his tongue is deep inside of you. You begin to feel a clump in your stomach, and by the way you are pulling Heeseungs hair he knows you are close.

But then, he stops. You look down on him, disappointed and confused. “Why did you stop? I was so clo-“, before you can finish your sentence, Heeseung stands up and turns your body around. He leans down towards your ear “Don’t think we are stopping yet”. His nose brushes against your neck. He takes a deep breath to take in your sweet vanilla scent, before sucking your neck - making sure to leave a bruise. You tilt your head back, feeling both pain and pleasure from his actions. 

He then stops, unbuckles his belt, and pulls down his pants, and that’s when you feel it.

You feel how his cock teases your wet fold and he is big, really big. At least 9 inches, if not more. Not wanting to wait anymore, You need to feel him inside of you,  you whine “Just fuck me already!”. He slaps your ass, leaving a red mark and making you shut up. “Eager now are we? Don’t forget who is in charge here”

Before you can talk back you feel his cook slowly entering your hole, making you let out a moan. His hands meet your waist, pulling you in on his cook deeper. He is so big that it is actually difficult to take all of him, and you wouldn’t be surprised if you begin to bleed because of his size. He is stretching you out completely. “Common princess you can do it”. He says between heavy breaths, encouraging you to take his length completely. “Oh god, you are so tight” He says, pushing the last part of his cock into your pussy. 

He waits a few seconds, so you can adjust his big size, before beginning to slowly slide his entire cock out of you. You look back at him, “Why did you take it ou-“ you say, before he harshly slams it back fast and deep into you. Your body slams on the shelves and you moan from the pain. You are not sure anymore if it is blood or cum sliding down your leg, but you don't care. The only thing you care about is the man behind you, pushing his deep length inside of you. Using you, for his pleasure, like his personal fuck toy. 

Heeseung grabs the front of your neck while he fucks Into your tight little pussy, tilting your head back so he can take over your mouth, and your tits are bouncing with his thrusts. He then stops kissing you, still holding your neck almost shocking you till your light headed. You From the feeling of his large cock ramming into you to his hand on your neck is almost too much for you to handle, and you begin to see black spots forming in front of your eyes as if you are going to pass out from pleasure. “Aww are you about to cum? Do you think Heeseungie should let you cum?” He teases you, not slowing down one bit. 

“Please Hee, please let me cum” You say desperately, trying to hold in your orgasm before Heeseung lets you cum. He fastens his pace and the before steady thrusts turns into sloppy, and you know he is about to cum soon as well. “You want me to fill you up with my cum baby, be my little cum slut?” Sweat is running down his back, and his hand leaves your neck and he instead grabs your waist to deepen his thrusts. 

It’s not long before you both cum, his filling you up and leaking out of you when he pulls out his length. You are breathing heavily, and you feel too weak to stand on your feet. You lean back on Heeseung, your whole body aching because of him, and he hugs you from behind, kissing your neck. You feel his naked sweaty chest on your back, you can’t believe how tal he is compared to you. 

“How much did you actually hear from mine and Sunoos' conversation?” You ask, breaking the silence, while turning around still leaning on his chest. He lets out a slight chuckle, one of his hands holding your waist, helping you stand, and the other grabs your shin. His thumb sliding across your bottom lip, playing with it, wanting to slide it into your mouth. 

“Oh, Sweetheart.” He says and looks at you with a massive smirk, his hand never leaving your soft cheek.

“I heard everything” 

The moment you slam your front door you pick up your phone from your pocket to call Sunoo. “Sunoo, you have NO idea what happened at the shift today”

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[signedkoko]

Hello Koko! I Hope you had a good day/night, and that you are doing well and not overworking yourself:)

I think I saw that you didn’t have requests at the moment but that they were open so here a little request for headcanon/oneshot with Vox, Alastor and Angel dust separately with overlord gn!reader? (If you don’t take 3 at a time maybe only Vox & Alastor?)

They Thinks s/o is sweet, like they’re always smiling and being kind of everyone most of the time, they can’t believe they would even be able to hurt a fly even if they’re an overlord

but then they get told she just unalived her colleague (they were both leaders of the entreprise) because she wanted to be in full possession of their entreprise, maybe they owned a model enterprise or were music producers (like they were the one selling every musics in hell or sum like that?) how do they react?

(Really sorry if it’s unclear or if something is wrong, thanks for reading my request!)

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Alastor | Vox [Romantic]

In which you are their sweet little overlord who'd never be cruel! ...Or so they thought. Reader is genderneutral.

Your company was your baby, your castle, your absolute everything

And for the longest time, you'd always shared it with the co-founder

They had a lovely personality but worked behind the scenes for the most part while you acted on the main stage

Hell, you'd even introduced them to your otherworldly partner, Alastor, and had only told him of the good

So it was in fact quite a surprise when you turned up home with bloody hands and the most joyous smile on your face, almost as wide as your wedding day

That in itself wasn't out of the norm; you were an overlord after all! Alastor knew you could handle yourself, as much as you opted to ignore it

" Oh Al, I have great news! "

" Do tell, my dear! "

When you explained that the company was all yours, he was quick to catch on

Now that, that managed to surprise him

" I really thought you loved the gal! "

Even more surprising is how you'd managed to hide your true feelings from him for so long; he was sure he could have sniffed out your malice

But you were just that good at hiding it

He probably makes a joke about how you could be plotting his murder as we speak

" Maybe! "

His smile falters a slight bit

But you don't notice

By Vox's own request, your enterprise was kept unattached from his own; merely partners

This was because it meant better publicity if two companies got along so well, but also because he didn't want you to be overcome with the demands of his two co-founders

Yeah, Velvette and Valentino pissed him off to double hell and back, but he considered them friends

A few times, the V's and you and your co-founder would host lavish dinner parties, discussing economic growth and working together on projects

You never seemed to shy away from introducing your partner in industry, and as far as Vox could tell, you were as close as friends could be before anything got steamy

You were just the friendliest person he'd ever met; the number of fans you had showed that, but you'd even gotten favour from the other two V's with little effort on your behalf

So, of course, he was stunned when you called him in the middle of work

" You know you're the first to hear all my company news; I am now the sole owner! "

He could hear you smile through the phone, which almost scared him, and soon your phone was fizzling as he travelled through it

The first thing he noticed was that you were both standing in a puddle

A red puddle

Fuck

Ok

" Thats great and all, but lets get you out of here, and maybe—yeah, maybe we can call in a cleanup crew. "

He is your number one PR team; your overtaking of the company is seen as 'heroic' because you ' fought against a corrupt co-founder'

It surprises him, but he's almost proud of you; you are crazy strong and crazy capable

Author's Note - I do accept up to three characters for headcanons, but as per my FAQ I don't write Angel! Either way, welcome to the blog (again) shell/conch anon! Your idea is very lovely 🖤

#koko writez #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #reader insert #x reader #vox #vox x reader #alastor #alastor x reader

[bratzforchris]

Hi! I hope this isn't too weird, but I was wondering if you could write a fic where Matt is autistic? I see myself a lot in him and the podcast episode where they kept calling him "Miserable Matt" made me think about myself a lot. So maybe a fluffy hurt/comfort fic where he just gets tired of it because it's something he can't help and reader helps him through it with his special interests? It's okay if not! Thank you 💞

My Person, M. Sturniolo

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Summary: In which the best cure for everything is cuddles and special interests<3

Pairing: Matt x gender neutral reader

Warnings: Mentions of autistic meltdown, going nonverbal, Nick and Chris lowkey suck here 😭

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Thank you for the request! Please remember that my writing is fictional--I am not saying or assuming that Matt is autistic and I definitely don't think Nick and Chris would act this way in real life. It's just a story :) Now, please enjoy 💚

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“Miserable Matt” this and “Miserable Matt” that. It was almost sickening the way he was constantly the target of Nick and Chris’s jokes. Deep down, Matt knew his brothers didn’t really mean any harm, but that didn’t make his feelings any less hurt. He never purposely tried to be sad or depressing when they were filming, it was just kind of the way his natural personality was. 

Being autistic, his voice tended to have a flatter affect than most people’s. Even when he was filled with autistic joy, his voice rarely got louder or higher. Usually, his brothers were quite understanding of his disability, always standing up for Matt and making sure he was treated fairly, but then there were days like today, where they were filming an episode for Cut the Camera, and Nick and Chris just couldn’t stop the jokes from rolling off their tongues. 

“I dunno,” Matt said quietly, but with a smile, fidgeting with his hands. “I just like to be alone sometimes. It gives me the creative freedom that I don’t always get from other people, y’know?” 

“Oh here we go again,” Chris snorted. “Miserable Matt back at again with his depression poetry.”

“That’s not poetry.” Matt grumbled, trying to hide the hurt in his voice. 

The triplets were currently discussing where they got their video ideas from, and how they stayed motivated to make content, even when they didn’t feel like it. Of course Chris and Nick had ‘normal people’ answers, like going out with friends or going on vacation. But being autistic, Matt didn’t recharge that way. He preferred to be alone to gather his thoughts and reset his mind. So of course, that was made fun of. 

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“So, what do you guys think about the edits people make of you?” Nick asked. “Love or hate them?”

“It depends,” Chris shrugged. “Some of them make me think ‘Damn, I’m fine’, but others are kinda…weird. No offense, guys!” he threw his hands up quickly, smiling at the camera. 

“I like them. I think it’s sweet that someone takes time out of their day to edit me.” Matt smiled. 

“Yeah,” Nick groaned. “Cause yours are all sad and depressing and ‘poor baby Matt’ while a song from folklore plays in the background.”

“That is so not true.” Matt protested. 

“‘Poor Matt and his autism’ while some sad song plays in the background. You like it because it validates you.” Chris chuckled. 

“That’s not true!” Matt was starting to get teary eyed, but he couldn’t help it; he was sensitive. “Some of them are nice.”

“Miserable Matt’s gotta watch sad edits of himself to fulfill his aesthetic.” Nick laughed. 

All was silent for a moment, until Matt finally spoke, looking at his brothers with watery eyes. “Why are you guys so mean to me?”

“Matt, come on. We’re joking.” Chris rolled his eyes. 

“But it’s not a joke,” Matt whispered, avoiding their eyes. “You guys use me as the butt of the joke all the time. ‘Matt’s too quiet’, ‘Miserable Matt’, ‘Matt and his anxiety’. It’s annoying, okay?”

“It’s just a joke, Matt,” Nick tried to explain calmly. “We don’t mean any harm.”

“Do you? Because last time I checked, making fun of someone’s disability or mental health problems is harm.” 

“Don’t be like that, bro.” Chris tried to put a comforting, ‘olive branch’ hand on Matt’s shoulder. 

“No,” Matt stood up, throwing his headphones off. “I’m done. Finish recording without me.”

The boy quickly exited the room, leaving a stunned Nick and Chris in his wake. Matt didn’t usually lose his cool like that when he knew the camera was rolling, but he hadn’t been sleeping well lately and the last thing he wanted was a recording of him bordering on a meltdown. Even if it could be edited out, he really didn’t want that immortalized forever. They were embarrassing enough as it was. 

Matt retreated to his room, anxiously playing with the tangle that he kept in the pocket of his hoodie for when he needed a fidget toy. The calm, woodsy aesthetic of his bedroom relaxed him somewhat as he stepped inside his safe haven. It wasn’t enough, though. He needed someone who got it, who knew it was like to feel different. And so, he pulled out his phone, quickly texting you.

Matt: babe, can we go to the park?

You looked up from your book when Matt’s text came through. As an autistic couple, you had set up a ‘code word’ for when either one of you felt like they were on the verge of having an autistic meltdown, and that was Matt’s. You quickly gathered your things, speeding over to the triplets house as Matt sent you a flurry of texts, somewhat describing what had happened.

When you let yourself in with the key they had given you, Nick and Chris looked up, surprised by your entrance. “Where’s Matt?” You asked. 

“In his room.” Chris mumbled, not looking up from his phone. 

You didn’t have the energy, nor were you in the mood to deal with the boys right now, so you quickly pushed past them, hurrying up the stairs. “Can I come in, sweetie?” You asked when you reached Matt’s door, knocking softly. 

You were quite worried about the silence until your phone pinged with a text of mhm from Matt. You realized that meant that he was probably nonverbal at the moment, and you hastily let yourself into the dark room. Matt had drawn the curtains, turning on one small lamp with a soft, orange glow. Your boyfriend was huddled up under his weighted blanket, headphones on and softly stroking Mr. Wrinkleton’s fur. You let out a breath when you noticed that he seemed much more relaxed than when he had first texted you, but that didn’t stop you from missing the tear tracks on his cheeks. 

“Hi sweet boy.” You spelled into his palm as you softly set down on the bed beside him. 

Matt grabbed his communication cards off the nightstand, riffling through them for a moment, before he showed you the one that said ‘Can I have a hug?’. Without another word, you pulled your boyfriend into a deep pressure hug, knowing they were his favorites. They made his body feel perfectly aligned and usually helped calm him after a meltdown. After a moment, Matt pulled out of your grip, slipping his headphones off. 

“We don’t have to talk about it, hun. We’ll work it out with Nick and Chris later, okay? You just relax, baby,” You said gently. “Are you hungry, hun?”

Matt shook his head, grabbing your palm and spelling out ‘I just want you’ in your palm since he didn’t have a card for that. You smiled, placing a kiss on his cheek. This was one of your favorite parts about being a neurodivergent couple. You just got each other in a way that other people didn’t. You could sit in companionable silence and never feel awkward or bored. In your embrace of him, you noticed that Matt had slid a card towards you that read ‘Can we watch nature videos?’. 

One of Matt’s special interests and overall favorite things, was nature, but especially the forest and woodland animals. He could watch the soothing videos of the forest in its natural state for hours and not get bored, which had led you two to make a special card just for that when you were making his communication cards together. Your boy smiled as you stood up, grabbing the remote for his TV, before flicking it to one of Matt’s favorite, ten-hour-long videos of the forest and its animals on YouTube. 

“I love you, babe.” You told him as you both got comfortable under his large weighted blanket. 

‘I love you!!!!!’ Matt explained, showing you a card. 

The extra exclamation points had been at his insistence. He insisted that he loved you more than anyone else and needed you to know that. You couldn’t lie when you said that that had made you smile. You were each other’s first significant other, and Matt made you feel so completely special. Even now, as you laid here together, not speaking but cuddling as you watched videos of chipmunks and deer, you knew that Matt was your person. 

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[kpopimaginings]

Handsome - Bang Chan

A/N: I saw Bang Chan talking about being the 21st most handsome face of 2022 and how he didn’t deserve it, so I wrote this about how wrong he is. Enjoy!

The minute your boyfriend ended his livestream, which of course you were watching, you headed straight to his studio. Without even knocking you burst in.

"How very dare you!"

Chan jumped in his seat and spun round to see you. Immediately, his brain began to play his stream back in his head, trying to work out what he could have said to anger you.

"You insulted my boyfriend," you added.

"But... I'm your boyfriend," he replied, almost as if he weren't 100% sure he was.

"Yes, you are. But I will get mad any anyone who is negative about my boyfriend, even if it's you."

He let out one of his awkward little chuckles. "Ok, and what did I say?"

"You seem to think that me and most of the world are lying about how handsome you are."

As you could have predicted, he pulled up the neck of his shirt and disappeared into it.

"Seriously, there are so many more attractive idols than me that weren't on there. All of the members should have been higher than me. In fact, the other members should have all been on there and I shouldn't," he muttered through the fabric of his top.

You knelt on the floor in front of him, hands resting on his thighs as you spoke in a much softer voice now. "Chris, all jokes aside now, I really can't see what you do. Everything about you is attractive, both on the outside and inside."

Gently, you tugged at his shirt with one hand, trying to get him to reveal his face again.

"It hurts me so much when I hear you joking with Stay or haters on your lives about your appearance, because I know to you its not a joke and you actually believe what you're saying."

His eyes then appeared from the top of his shirt.

"I can kind of understand Stay thinking it when they see me all made up with a full face of make-up and styled hair, but if they saw what I see in the mirror every morning-"

"How often do you do a full face of make-up before Chan's room?" you cut him off. "Babe, I know for a fact that they've seen you barefaced and they love you like that too. I see you barefaced and curly haired quite regularly and I love it."

"You have to say that, you're dating me."

"I don't have to say anything, and I don't have to date you," you told him, before sighing when the sad look in his eyes didn't leave. "I wish I could make you see what I see, the glint in your eyes when you laugh, the way your dimples show even when you try to hide a smile, the pure content on your face when you're just watching the boys."

As you spoke, Chan lowered his collar back to its place around his neck and you seized your opportunity. You kneeled up higher and began to press little kisses all over your boyfriend's face. In between, you were muttering little affirmation to him.

"Perfect," kiss, "Handsome," kiss, "Gorgeous," kiss.

By the end of your onslaught, your boyfriend was a giggly mess and you were very proud of yourself.

"I know it's not easy to learn to love yourself," you told him, "But anytime you start thinking things like that I want to imagine what I would say if I found out. And if you can't do that, imagine our roles were reversed. Imagine I was saying all those things about me and how you would feel."

"I'd be mad because it's not true," he said very quickly. "Exactly. And I get mad when you say it about you," you pointed out. "Now, please just accept that I'm right and you're wrong and I love you very much."

Finally, Chan had a wide grin on face as he pulled you up and onto his lap. Snuggling his face into your shoulder he spoke a muffled, "Love you, too," squeezing you tight.

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[evanspresso]

and then they knew you could be homesick for people too.

She watched the screen intently, butterflies erupting in her stomach while waiting for him to answer the call. It’s almost been four months since he’s been gone, the longest he has ever been away on a work trip since they started dating.

“My love!” She finally hears through the speakers following with his face popping onto the screen with a huge smile plastered across his face.

“I was getting worried that you might’ve fallen asleep.” she sighs in relief.

Y/n clutches to her wine glass peering at Evan. He looks tired especially since it’s around two in the morning where he is, but it’s the only time y/n can call him since she only gets home and has enough time to change before calling him.

They don’t like to call this a “long distance” relationship because he’s only gone when on location, when she’s not in University, or working she usually tags along, but it sure does feel like it when days turn into weeks and months.

Anyway, he is her everything so all she really needs is to see his handsome face and hear his beautiful voice that makes her weak in the knees and she’s all set.

Of course Evan already knows this but he can’t help but be selfish when it comes to y/n.

Of course Evan already knows this but he can’t help but be selfish when it comes to y/n.

“You know I’d never do that to you” Evan says softly as he watches her take a sip of her wine.

“I know.”

She frowns at him, noticing the bags under his eyes and he sticks his tongue out at her in hopes to cheer her up. “Sleep who? I only want you.” he teases.

“Oh, shut up!” she playfully rolls her eyes at his cheekiness.

Y/n cracks a smile at him as he places his hands behind his head and gives himself bunny ears, causing her to laugh a true laugh that brings music to his ears.

“Only two more weeks, baby and I get to come home!” He says excitedly. “Then I get to kiss you all over and keep you locked in the bedroom for days.” he says darkly while wiggling his brows.

Y/n’s eyes gloss over as she looks at him through the screen, all she’s wanted to do since the day he had left was exactly that and she didn’t know if she could handle two more weeks without her beau.

But, she doesn’t want him to see the pain, or blame himself for the way she’s feeling so she pushes her thoughts aside, biting her lip in anticipation while dropping her head in her hands and awing at him with her eyes.

“Promise?” She nearly whimpers making Evan laugh, throwing his head back to the process.

“Always!” He muses.

“Two weeks can’t go by fast enough, I can’t wait until you’re here… in our bed and in my arms.” she hums.

Evan nods, his motions lagging as the connection faults a for a second or two. Y/n chuckles at the way his face is frozen in the screen, his face all distorted from being paused in the middle of nodding his head, she can’t help but take a screenshot of it.

Y/n loves posting screenshots of their FaceTime chats, mostly the ones where Evan is making a funny face, she gets a kick out of it and so do her followers. Evan always grins about it, but y/n knows that he secretly loves them, she can always picture him laughing hysterically at himself which causes her to smile.

“Mmm you have no idea.” Evan says after appearing live on the screen with a yawn.

Y/n scrunches her nose at him and leans back into her chair, tilting her head back as she chugs the rest of her wine speeding up the process of a tingling head.

Evan hoots at her playfully, bringing his hand up into a fist and pumping it over his head causing y/n to snort out and laughs long with him, both of their eyes filled with tears as they bend over laughing at one another.

“My girl’s goin’ to bed tipsy tonight!” he says loudly like he’s talking to an audience which causes y/n to scoff and wipe her lips.

“At least I know I’ll sleep like-"

“A fucking brick!” He laughs causing y/n to shake her head at him, “when you’re wine drunk, you’re on a whole other level.” he laughs causing y/n to hide her face into her hands giggling, already feeling the buzz of the bubbly.

“You never seem to complain when you experience it first hand!” she snaps making him suck in and smirk at her.

“Handsy ladyy!!” he sing songs.

“Loser.” she says, sticking her tongue out at him, watching as he clutches his chest and sticks out his tongue in response.

Like clockwork, the pair have their synchronized yawn motioning that it’s time for sleep, Evan groans and looks at his clock and y/n knows it’s time, it’s around three for him by the time they come close to the end of their conversation.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah.” Y/n nods.

She smiles at her boyfriend, watching as he leans closer to his laptop and blows her a kiss through the screen.

Y/n’s cheeks glow red as she reaches out and pretends to place it on her heart before doing the same, watching Evan pretend to stuff her kiss into his briefs causing her to snort out.

“Love you.” he whispers causing y/n’s head to spin even more than it already was.

She knew she’d never get tired of hearing it come from him, and she’d never lose those butterflies that followed.

“I love you too” she whispers back, “until tomorrow.”

“Until tomorrow.”

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[dyns33]

Rook College

I did a silly College Vaas x female reader, because why not ?

Y/N could not explain how this happened.

You couldn't explain love after all. The heart had its reasons, all that.

While studying alone in the Rook University library, Vaas had come to sit next to her without warning. He had asked her what she was reading, before clearly explaining what he wanted.

If he didn't get a good mark on his next exam, he risked expulsion. And even though he didn't care one bit about studying, he really wanted his diploma, so he needed someone smart to help him.

Y/N looked smart. Smart enough to teach him, to not say no, and to know that she shouldn't tell anyone she had helped him.

This had happened six months ago.

They had been secretly dating for five months.

Really, Y/N couldn't explain how this happened.

She and Vaas were very different.

It was unclear what Vaas Montenegro, the tiger, was supposed to study. He took several courses, languages, sports, geography, cinema, philosophy, while attending almost none of them, preferring to spend his time in the dark corners of the campus.

Rumors were that he smoked, drank, did drugs, and sold whatever you needed to get others to do it too. People said he was violent, dangerous, crazy. He would have already had a lot of problems with the administration, he would have threatened a professor, and he would have fought with a lot of students. The girls were afraid of him, because some said he had done things.

Most of the rumors were true.

     "I'm not going to lie to you, nena." Vaas said very honestly when he had just kissed her for the first time and she hadn't pushed him away. "I'm not a nice person. Well, not with everyone. With you, I'll be a true fucking gentleman. I'll never hurt you, mi corazon. You deserve the best, so I'll give you the best version of myself, no matter how imperfect it is."

The rumors about the girls were the only ones that were untrue, really. The only girl who must have been afraid of Vaas was his half-sister, Citra, whom he hated more than anything, and she was absolutely not afraid of him.

After the death of their parents, they had had a lot of problems, which he didn't like to talk about. He talked about it all the same to Y/N, while she hugged him, hidden in the darkness of his small student room.

Normally Vaas should have had a roommate, Carlos, but he had fired him. Carlos had fired another student, to move in with his friend Benny. It was convenient.

No one knew that Vaas and Y/N were together. No one. Outside his room, they saw each other secretly in the library, in empty hallways, or off campus.

They had never really discussed why they were hiding. Of course, Y/N was a bit afraid of what people were going to say. She was a bit afraid that their criticisms and judgments would spoil everything between them. It was also exciting to have a secret.

At the same time, she really wanted to tell everyone, because she really loved Vaas, she wanted people to know that he was hers, and that he wasn't as horrible as most people thought. She didn't care if the others didn't accept the situation.

He wasn't perfect, he said so himself, but he could be adorable. In any case, he was adorable with her, as he had promised.

     "You're smiling like an idiot again, nena."

     "I'm not allowed to smile ?"

     "Of fucking course, I love your smile. My ray of sunshine. But when you look at me like that, I just feel weird, like I'm the happiest man alive, and I don't like feeling weird."

     "I am very happy to be with you."

     "There you go, you're also saying silly things, mi amor. You can't be happy with me, I'm a moron."

Vaas had very little self-confidence. That was why he compensated a lot with insults and violence, to hide his deep hurt, instead of just being honest with others.

He had a hard time letting people in. Y/N was an exception.

That was probably why he didn't want people to know about them. At least, that was what she thought, until she overheard a conversation he was having with some of his "friends", or colleagues as he preferred to call them.

Buck, Hoyt, Pagan, and John. It was true that he didn't often talk about them using compliments, but they spent a lot of time together. There was also his little gang, with Carlos, Ben and Miguel, even though they all called him "Jefe".

     "The spring ball is coming."

     "Fuck, the what ?" Vaas asked, finishing his cigarette. "What is this new bullshit again ?"

     "The spring ball, Jefe. An idea from the director, to celebrate the end of the May exams, and please everyone."

     "He thinks we're still in high school ? Stupid old bastard. No time for that bullshit."

     "But good plan to sell gear." noted Hoyt.

     "And fuck." Buck added.

     "If too many jerks are high at the party, we might get in trouble. The director is already suspicious. Bad plan."

     "What about fucking, Jefe ?"

     "You want to fuck, Carlos ? Don't you already have little Ben for that ? Since you share a bed. You do what you want with your cock, hermano, not my fucking problem."

     "It would do you good to have someone. Yuma could say yes, for one night. I saw two nice girls, Lisa and Daisy. There are several nice girls on campus."

     "Shut up, Min."

     "I saw you once with a little mouse. Y/N, I think ? Not my type, but if you like..."

     "Shut up, Min." repeated Vaas, lighting a new cigarette, without adding anything and quickly changing the subject.

Y/N might have been happy that he didn't agree with what Pagan had said. About how she clearly wasn't interesting or beautiful enough to be with Vaas. But he hadn't said otherwise either.

And then she wondered if he wasn't hiding her just because he was ashamed. Because his reputation would be bad with dating a girl like Y/N.

She thought about it for hours, days, feeling terribly hurt. He had promised never to hurt her.

     "Nena, are you listening to me ?" Vaas asked, waving his hand in front of her face, visibly worried. "You haven't touched your ice cream and you haven't said anything for ten minutes. I started talking about flying dolphins, hermosa. Talking flying dolphins, and you didn't say anything at all."

     "Oh, sorry."

     "Are you… are you okay ?"

     "Vaas. I think it's better if we stop seeing each other."

This conclusion had become clear to her the day before, when she was crying in her bed. Even though she loved him, and she was pretty sure he loved her too, their story was going nowhere, and it was ridiculous to continue.

Vaas stared at her for a long time. For a moment she wondered if he was going to scream, or cry, or bang his glass against the table in the little bar where they were, but he didn't move, completely frozen, as if the world had just come crashing down around him.

     "... I did something ?" he finally asked in a low voice.

     "No, it's not you. You've been wonderful to me, really, but... I don't think it's working. I'm not saying you're ashamed of me, but I know you don't want people to know about us, and I get it. It's better that way."

     "Y/N..."

     "Please." she said standing up. "It's really better that way. You'll find better, like Lisa or Daisy. Goodbye, Vaas."

She left very quickly, boarding the first bus to escape him, as he ran after her, shouting her name. Y/N fled to Amita's house, where she ignored Vaas' calls and messages, telling herself again and again that it was the right decision.

She repeated it to herself when she returned to her dorm room and her roommate jumped on her asking who had filled all the space with flowers.

She repeated it to herself again when she passed in front of her name written in huge letters on the main wall of the campus, surrounded by small hearts.

     "I heard you had a secret admirer." Jason sneered without malice, as he and the rest of his band came to sit at her table during lunch break.

     "I don't want to talk about it."

     "Do you know who it is ? I bet for Ajay."

     "Ajay ? Ajay Ghale ?"

     "Yes. You two are friendly, aren't you ?"

Yes, Ajay and her were friends. Nothing more. They often studied together, and more than once she had to reassure Vaas about him, without revealing that Ajay couldn't love her like that, since he preferred the other team.

     "I heard rumors that he was going to invite you to the ball."

     "Don't listen to rumours."

     "Maybe but..."

Keith couldn't finish his sentence. A huge, repetitive metallic noise was heard throughout the canteen, and when she turned to see what it was, Y/N discovered Vaas, standing on a table in the middle of the room, banging on a saucepan with a pan.

He only stopped when everyone looked at him.

     "SHUT UP, MOTHERFUCKERS, SHUT UP, I'M TALKING !" he shouted, before pointing his pan in a specific direction. "Y/N ! DO YOU WANT TO GO TO THE SPRING BALL WITH ME ?!"

Too surprised by the situation, Y/N didn't have time to be embarrassed by feeling all eyes turn towards her. Vaas was staring at her too, with an intense gaze, full of hope and passion, and since she wasn't sure she could speak, she nodded.

This seemed to satisfy him, as he flashed a huge grin, before grimacing as he looked at the others.

     "WHAT ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT ?! EAT YOUR LUNCH, CABRONS!"

He then jumped off the table and left the canteen as if nothing had happened. Of course, he was the only one to act as if everything was normal. Everyone asked Y/N hundreds of questions.

Why had Vaas done this ? Did he send the flowers and draw the hearts ? Was he serious or was he having fun ? Did he hurt her ? Why had she agreed to go to the ball with him ?

It was then obvious to Y/N that if Vaas had been afraid that people would judge, criticize, make comments, and that one of them would end up being ashamed, it was not by thinking of him and his "friends". If one of them should be ashamed of their couple according to him, it was her.

     "No, really, why ?" asked Daisy, who had followed her into the girls' bathroom, repeating that she was worried, like everyone else. "You can tell him no. We can go see a teacher."

     "I'm fine. He's not… Look, he's not as terrible as people think."

     "How can you know that ?"

All these questions were starting to give her a headache. Y/N wanted to take refuge in her bed, hide under her covers, far from everything. She was about to answer, when an arm landed around her shoulders, and a head stuck to hers.

     "She knows because we've been dating for five months, hermana. Now you're leaving her alone with your fucking questions, it's  really annoying."

Vaas didn't care about the "girls' toilet" sign. He didn't care about almost any rules, which he saw as challenges.

Seeing Daisy open her mouth to retaliate, he raised a finger and calmly told her to shut up, while continuing to hold Y/N with his protective arm. She couldn't help but look at him with a smile, which caught his attention.

     "Nena, you're smiling like an idiot again."

     "Sorry." she whispered, still smiling.

     "It's okay, mi amor." he said kissing her. "Tell me if that bitch pisses you off again."

This slightly romantic scene did not reassure Daisy at all, and the following Saturday, during a small party that had been planned for a long time, the others took over to check that Vaas had not threatened Y/N to go out with him.

     "I repeat, he is nice. Sometimes."

     "Only 'sometimes' ?" Oliver muttered.

     "No, I mean… With me all the time, but if I tell everyone how nice he can be, he's going to get mad."

     "He's going to get mad at you ?!" Riley shuddered.

     "No ! Against the others. He is going to go see them to break their teeth in order to prove that he is not gentle. Then he will ask me why I did this with his little pout, before going to sulk in a corner until he decides he wants hugs."

     "Hugs..." Grant repeated. "Y/N, simple hugs are fine. But maybe he just wants more and that's not serious."

     "If he just wanted more, he would have left me months ago."

     "Because you are not easy."

     "Because he already had more." she answered honestly.

     "What ?!" Liza asked indignantly. "No, don't tell me you two..."

Her phone saved her, 'La Vida Loca' already telling her who was calling her, and everyone really stopped talking when they saw the name on her screen.

     "Yes Vaas ?"

     "Mi corazon. I miss you. You want to come to my place ? I have a great movie, and mangoes."

     "Why mangoes ?"

     "Why not ? Are you coming ?"

     "I can't, I'm at a party with friends."

     "The idiots ? They're not bothering you with questions again, are they ? I can tell they're bothering you, I can tell you're not well. I can come and yell at them for you if you want."

    "I'm doing fine, thanks."

    "Okay. As you wish, nena. I'll eat my mangoes by myself. And tomorrow I'll take you to the restaurant. I'll dress nicely, like a penguin, and I'll speak like an English nobleman."

     "You're ridiculous." she laughed, imagining the scene.

     "Just for you."

This time, seeing her smile like a fool on the phone, everyone seemed to understand as though they were different, though he wasn't perfect, though it might seem strange, Y/N and Vaas really loved each other. They were happy together, and everything was going perfectly well.

It couldn't be explained, it was just like that.

So when she hung up, they didn't ask her any more questions, and although Vaas remained convinced for a long time that it was because they were afraid of him, it was mainly because Rook College saw for the first time that the tiger wasn't as wild as he wanted to make it out to be, purring like a kitten whenever he was with Y/N.

He still broke the teeth and fingers of those who dared to make the remark to prove the contrary.

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[somethingthing]

Di[ck]xon

Daryl Dixon x reader

Warnings: angst and fighting, fluff towards the end

Word count: 931

A/n: I’m gonna admit I found his last name very funny when I first heard it cause I have the same humor as a 12 year old, enjoy! <3

“You’re not helping Daryl! I get that you’re pissed at Rick, I get that you want Negan dead and the Saviors to fall in line, but you’re not helping!” You were angry, so was Daryl and for the first time that anger resulted in a fight since you two got together.

“So what? Want me to let ‘em threaten me? Let ‘em act as if they’ll kill us as soon as they get the chance? I ain’t gonna let that slide!” The Saviors were difficult, some truly wanted and had changed, others were just like before, constantly looking for a war path.

“That’s not what I’m saying” he wasn’t getting it, or he was but just didn’t want to stop arguing now that you were already at it “ But you pointing your bow at them or throwing punches their way won’t make them any less hostile towards you, or any of us!”

“Is that all you think I’ve done? Ain’t got nothin’ to do with Justin huh?” His voice dropped, he was asking if you thought he killed him, of course he was. He stepped towards you, closing the gap between you.

You crooked your neck to look at him, narrowing your eyes “I don’t know Daryl, he was a bother to you, the wound wasn’t from a bullet, could’ve been from an arrow” you didn’t actually think he killed him, but if he wasn’t backing down you weren’t either.

He let out an almost amused huff “I would’ve done it in daylight, I ain’t got shit to hide if I were to kill him” he paused and dropped his head to really look at you “Only reason I haven’t done it is because he ain’t the one I want dead, Negan is” Of course.

You opened your mouth to speak but he continued “Why are you with Rick? Keepin’ him alive, for what? I know the shit he’s done to you, so why ain’t he dead?” That was a low blow, you tried to forget your time with Negan, some things still kept you from sleeping.

This made you take step back “That’s not fair, you can’t ask that, Rick is keeping him alive for everyone’s sakes, to make this work” you pointed at him, more angry now than before “What you want is selfish, and trust me I do want him dead, but what will that do? Huh?!”

“Selfish? Killin’ him is what’s right, for everything he’s done!” He was on his way to say more but you cut him off.

“And then what? We’ll sleep better? All the people he killed will come back? We’ll get the time back that he took?!” You paused taking a deep breath trying to stop the tears that were pooling in your eyes from spilling “My nightmares will disappear? That suffocating feeling I get every time I hear someone talk about him will go away?” You shook your head furiously wiping you cheeks “It won’t Daryl, it won’t help” it came out as a whisper.

“Ya don’t know that” he said, sounding calmer now but still on edge “It could help, but you ain’t gonna know till it’s done” he didn’t try to get closer, just looked at you.

“And you still don’t see that as selfish? It might help me, us, but if it doesn’t we’re back to were we started” the anger had calmed down, but you weren’t in the clear “On top of that everything we’ve worked for will go to shit, you know that”

He didn’t say anything for a minute, just thinking it over. Finally he stepped closer once again “I still want him dead, but I ain’t the one who killed Justin”

You wiped your cheeks one last time “I know that, I do” you were both calmer now “But what I said is still true, you continuing to be hostile towards them won’t help, and Negan will get what he wants, which is for us to fail” you reached your arms out for a hug, he stepped in to them. Just as fast as the fight has started, it was over and you were thanking whoever for it.

You stayed like that for awhile, until he stepped back and dropped his head a bit to look at you “They hit first, I hit back, they threaten me, I ain’t gonna stand quietly, they kill you or anyone else first, I can’t do shit to get you back” so that was it, he was scared you’d be a target.

You let you lips form a small smile “I’m very capable of taking care of myself, why thank you” his face twisted into a sour look.

“You’re ruinin’ it” he grunted, you just giggled.

“You’re cute when you’re worried, you know that Dixon?” You pulled him into a soft kiss “Very cute” you finished with a grin.

He let his forehead rest against yours “Sorry bout what I said, dick move” it made you laugh, knocking your head hard against his by accident “Hey!” He bursted out running his hand against his forehead.

“Yeah, dick move indeed Dixon” you got out between your giggles.

“I ain’t even gonna try anymore, ya ruinin’ it again!” He whined but you could see a grin creeping on to his face “Good one” was the last thing he got out before you were both laughing uncontrollably.

Tears were running down your cheeks once again but now from laughter. After awhile neither of you knew what was so funny from the beginning, but after the argument you just had, it didn’t matter.

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Thank you for reading! <3 Not sure if I like it or not, but here it is! I have like 7 unfinished Daryl fics atm and an unpublished Negan one, I’m also tempted to write a Merle one??? Like what

#the walking dead #the walking dead x you #the walking dead x reader #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #twd x reader #twd imagine #twd daryl #daryl dixon #the walking dead daryl

[luna-writes-stuff]

The Crows in relationships, but as Taylor Swift songs:

Includes Kaz Brekker, Inej Ghafa, Jesper Fahey, Wylan van Eck, Nina Zenik, Matthias Helvar

Perfectly readable for non-Swifties <3

Fanfic headcanons, with short blurbs.

X gn! Reader

Kaz Brekker: Don’t Blame Me

As expected, Kaz might be the least likely (next to Inej) to engage in a romantic relationship, and all with good reason, of course. Would he fall, he’d know it, and he’d try to hide it. But it’s the little things he does that make it obvious how he cares for you. He isn’t one good with words, so his actions try to make up for it. And it’s not that he desperately wants to show you he cares, it just happens. For example, early mornings you wake up with your cup of tea or coffee next to you, still hot, indicating he had just entered. When leaving the Slat, he always hands you your coat. He saves you a seat during dinner or breakfast. Little things that really stand out.

“For you, I would cross the line. I would, waste my time. I would, lose my mind.”

Even when officially together, he doesn’t prance around announcing it to everyone. He wouldn’t even tell the crows. Jesper found out because he was pestering Kaz about you, to which he casually responded with “But we’re dating.” Yet, besides Jesper, everyone just figured it out on their own. Kaz doesn’t like to make a big deal out of it, but literally everyone else does. It is not that he wishes to keep your relationship a secret, he just doesn’t see why it should be world news.

“Echoes, of your name inside my mind. Halo, hiding my obsession. I once was poison ivy, but now I’m your daisy.”

Be that as it may, it doesn’t mean Kaz is very condescending towards your relationship. He appreciates it more than he lets on, but he doesn’t want to alter his entire “bastard of the barrel” reputation. Little does he know that you only amplify the tales. Though you might not be as intimidating as him, people know who you are, and start to hesitate their actions on you as well. At times, you can be very grateful for this. Especially in Ketterdam.

You run through his mind almost constantly. He manages to not show it, but every time, when planning a heist, the first role he has thought out is yours. He trusts you and isn’t overly protective, but he does hesitate on your choices sometimes. He can’t help it, though he knows only you can set boundaries for yourself.

“If you walk away, I’d beg you on my knees to stay.”

As stated, he might not show it, but he has no intention of letting you go any time soon. He keeps you close to him constantly and likes these little reminders that you are still there. Hell, whole of Ketterdam should be frightened the day something happens to you. No one, and I mean no one, would be save. He’d tear the entire city down just to get back to you.

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Inej Ghafa: Afterglow

Now, Inej is the kind of person who’d be interested in a relationship, but can’t bring herself to actually enter one, due to obvious reasons. She needs time and patience. Perhaps more than Kaz. With her, everything is build on trust and time. She decides when she wants things to happen and when she wants to be alone. And she can be very clear on that, sometimes rather rudely when everything just piles up. You know it’s not your fault, and you assure her that you’ll give her some time and that you don’t blame her, but she often feels guilty for this.

“Fighting with a true love, is boxing with no gloves. Chemistry ‘til it blows up, ‘til there’s no us.”

Arguments don’t really happen between the two of you. More of the “I need you to give me some space now” moments. And true, it isn’t always pleasant, but it is something to keep in mind. But when coming back around, she is the sweetest person. Though you told her many times she does not need to apologize for looking after herself, she will. With tea, flowers, hell; she even bought you a book once just to say sorry.

“Hey, it’s all me in my head. I’m the one who burned us down, but it’s not what I meant. Sorry that I hurt you, I don’t wanna do this to you. I don’t wanna lose this with you.”

She does not really cuddle, but she isn’t distant either. What often happens, is that you are reading on your bed, and she’ll rest her back against yours. Or she’ll place her head on your shoulder and read with you. On rare occasions, her head will be placed in your lap while smiling up at you. When walking, she’ll reach for your hand at times, as a reminder that you’re still there. She’ll hold your hand when the streets turn darker, or when the crowds grow. She is just very cautious and on edge constantly, but you manage to soothe her a great deal.

“Tell me that you’re still mine. Tell me that we’ll be just fine. Even when I lose my mind.”

She needs little words of affirmation. As stated, she might lash out at times, and she feels guilty for that. You only have to remind her that is it okay for her to set her own boundaries. That a relationship works both ways, and not just in favor of one person. It’s these little affirmations that help her get through tough days.

Vice versa, she praises you as well. Where her actions are often hesitant, her words are not. When she cannot express her gratitude or happiness towards you, she’ll say it as it is. No beating around the bush, no lousy conversations. A room can be silent and she’ll suddenly say that you look beautiful today. Nina always reacts very dramatic when she is in the room as well, much to the annoyance of Inej.

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Jesper Fahey: Paper Rings

How could this not have been the song for your relationship with Jesper? This boy is over the moon when he is around you. What started out with little flirtations and teasing remarks was quick to grow out into something else. When the both of you met, he used to joke with you the entire time, and a lot of compliments of which you weren’t sure whether they were meant as jokes or not. And surprisingly, that is how he ultimately got with you.

“The wine is cold, like the shoulder that I gave you in the street. Cat and mouse for a month of two or three. Now I wake up in the night and watch you breathe.”

Jesper’s love language, besides physical affection, is gifts. He loves to give them more than to receive them. But, true to form, as a crow, he loves shiny things. So you often give him extra rings, bracelets, anything that shines, or sparkles, or looks pretty. And he always tries to beat you with it. It is a competition to him. You give him a new ring? Amazing, but now he’ll have to buy you two or he won’t be able to properly express just how much he loves you. But his money falls through his pockets constantly. This man cannot save money to spare his life. He really tries to buy you things. Genuinely, with money. But he spends it on gambling just as quickly.

So yes, some of the things in your room are stolen.

“I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings. Uh-huh, that’s right, darling. You’re the one I want.”

But, as I said, another main love language is physical touch. With Jesper, you just cannot escape it. If it makes you feel uncomfortable, he tends to forget it at first. And he does really apologize for it and tries to remember your boundaries, but sometimes he just gets so excited or enthusiastic, he can’t help himself. He’ll engage in sudden hugs, lifting you off of your feet, or smothering your face in kisses. Kisses on your hands, top of your head, back of your shoulder, kisses everywhere.

“Kiss you once, ‘cause I know you had a long night. Kiss you twice, ‘cause it’s gonna be alright. Three times, ‘cause you’ve waited your whole life.”

Jesper turns into a hopeless romantic around you, really. He’ll do very cliche stuff, such as offering you his jacket when you get cold, kissing you whenever it rains, feeding you, drinking from the same glass with two straws etc. The sappy actions often disgust Kaz, but that’s part of the reason Jesper keeps doing it. Would you ask him, he’d see the rest of his life by your side. He is the kind of person to just abandon all sanity and possessions just to be with you, hence the “I like shiny things, but I’d marry you with paper rings.”

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Wylan Van Eck: I Know Places

A relationship with Wylan can be both endearing and adorable, but depending on how long you’ve known him, it changes. Having had grown up with him, he finds himself extremely comforted by your mere presence. Whenever life would get a little hard on him again, or his father decided to have had enough of him for the day, he always ran to you, a safe space to just let everything out.

“Something happens when everybody finds out. See the vultures circling dark clouds. Love’s a fragile little flame, it can burn out.”

Have you met him with the Dregs, this might have been a different experience. Though he does not necessarily hide he is the son of Jan van Eck, it is obvious he does not like to discuss the whole thing. But with patience, and encouraging words, he slowly opens up, talking about his struggle with reading and writing, which he later grows more confident in telling. Knowing about his dyslexia, you spent a lot of night with him, reading a book with him, though more often you read to him. But he enjoys it either way. It’s how he still gets to know a lot of different stories, and it is great quality time in his eyes.

“I know places we won’t be found. And they’ll be chasing their tales trying to track us down, ‘cause I know places we can hide.”

The two of you have a lot of time together, and if not, you will create it. There are many places you discovered together, where the crowds aren’t overly present, and words don’t reach. Going back there just to get that moment of peace calms him down a lot. Especially if he is there with you. A lot of places are surrounded by beautiful scenery, so he often takes a sketch book with him, forgetting all other surroundings. He prefers to have you there with him as he does it. Not so much to talk or to not feel lonely, but because he truly feels safe and loved around you, and if he could help it, he’d rather have that with him at all times.

“They are the hunters, we are the foxes. And we run. Just grab my hand and don’t ever drop it, my love.”

If not obvious yet, his biggest love language is quality time. He does not have to actively engage in something, or talk to anyone for that matter. Just sitting in a corner with you is enough for him.

Another love language, which is perhaps a more specific one, is sharing his works with you. He likes to have you take a lot at what he’s doing, or what he has made, before he goes prancing around and showing it to others. Art, regardless in what form, is very fragile, and could easily break the spirit of an artist’s heart when fallen in the wrong hands or eyes. Having him show his work to you, means a lot to both you and him. The two of you are very much aware how much it means to the other.

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Nina Zenik: New Year’s Day

Where to even start with this song? Nina is the kind of person you can party with, have a lot of fun with, but she is also there through the tougher times. Everything you go through, you never have to go through alone. She insists on staying with you and offering you a safe embrace or encouraging words. She’ll help you with everything she can, even as you tell her it isn’t necessary. She finds it very important.

“Don’t read the last page. But I stay, when you’re lost and I’m scared, and you’re turning away. I want your midnights. But I’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year’s Day.”

Nina’s main love languages are words of affection and physical affection, though the first on is more obvious. She is very vocal on her love for you, and doesn’t hold it back in front of anyone. She doesn’t really care. But she’ll respect your opinions about the whole ordeal. If you wished to keep the relationship more private and closed off, she’ll try to keep her mouth shut more often. But she’s just very happy when she is around you, and it causes her to run her mouth a bit too much at times. But it’s all very sweet, and meant in the best ways possible.

“I’ll be there if you’re the toast of the town, babe. Or if you strike out and you’re crawling home.”

Regardless of the constant attention and love she gives you, she tends to get insecure, but keep it to herself. She doesn’t often doubt her relationship with you, but when times get tough for her, she tends to shut herself out, and you - of course - want her to stay with you. To help her out as she always helped you out. But Nina has trouble discussing these issues, so she’ll sit in her room in fear, rather than discuss her problems. All she really needs is a little patience and understanding.

“Please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I can recognize anywhere.”

Then we move to physical affection; Nina is not afraid to smooch you in front of everyone. Both her and Jesper could not really care about it. She loves to show you off in any way she can, and sometimes words just don’t suffice. That’s what she tells you, at least.

Every time she walks past you, she’ll kiss your cheek. Every time you’re walking past her, she’ll stand up and wrap her arms around you in an enthusiastic hug. Hands are always held in front of others, or arms intertwined. Naturally, she has a calming effect on you, and vice versa. She keeps telling you she doesn’t use her powers on you to call you down, but she does. You know this, obviously. But you appreciate the gesture, so you simply pretend as if you believe her.

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Matthias Helvar: Willow

Matthias is more of a doubting lover, though very loyal. He has other customs than most - obviously - so conversations or actions might often be weird to him. But he adjusts easily, and just goes with you. But regardless of what you will do, he will follow you and support you through it, even as he has no idea why you do certain things. He is very encouraging and wants you to feel happy and fulfilled 24/7, and if it means stepping out of his comfort zone, he will.

“The more that you say, the less I know. Wherever you stray, I’ll follow. I’m begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans.”

A relationship with Matthias contains lots of stories. And I mean lots of them. Not only things he has seen, or things you have done, but also tales and lores. Hell, you even make your own stories and keep expanding them. Late nights are always spent talking over a warm cup of tea, that slowly turns cold.

Though he might not always show it, he loves to have you around him. Stubborn talks and useless fights be damned, he will not leave your side for longer than a day. He doesn’t want to stay away for too long, in case something happens. And with everything going on in Ketterdam and Fjerda, you can never be too safe.

“As if you were a mythical thing. Like you were a trophy or a champion ring. There was one price I’d cheat to win.”

He is great in acts of service. Yet, unlike Kaz, his gestures get noticed more easily. He will do the things you promised to get on later, or he will protect your name when you aren’t around. It’s very noticeable, but endearing. He truly does care about you, and though he doesn’t shout it from the streets, he does like for others to know. Of course, would you be a Grisha, it might have been a bumpy ride at first, but his pride in having you at his side doesn’t fade.

“Wait for the signal and I’ll meet you after dark. Show me the places where the others gave you scars.”

As said, he is very supportive and will help you achieve your goals. He is very much aware that a lot of your goals must be accomplished by you, and cannot easily be helped with, but he will cheer you on regardless. He wishes to simply be with you when you finally reach that point you had wanted to reach. Seeing your smile and happiness that comes with it? He will not want to miss that for the world.

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[freddiemercurylegendabovelegends]

Today, on 28th January, 2011

Q Magazine published with Queen 16-page exclusive - May & Taylor Speak! / 'The Unseen Freddie'

Roger Taylor interview (extract)

Who did you have most in common with when the band first got together?

Brian, really. We haven’t always got on but we’ve come to realise that we need one another. Brian is my enduring mate, but I was very close to Fred. I think we were the naughty ones.

You and Freddie were flatmates for a while in the very early days of Queen. Did you cook for each other?

Oh God! [Laughs]. One Christmas I was there with Fred and all we had was a packet of bread sauce that you make with water. We used to dream of a can of beans! We were very broke but we still managed to ponce about and appear rather grand.

You’d been a dentistry student. Did Freddie ever ask you for advice about his teeth?

Well, not really. His teeth were in strange places. I think he was very fearful, quite squeamish about having anything done because it would have involved fairly major surgery.

Queen released their first seven albums between 1973 and ’78. Not bad going…

No, I suppose it wasn’t. We were very painstaking making the albums, too. It was almost like a privilege to get in these studios which, at the time, cost what seemed like a fortune. Thirty quid for every hour! So we respected that and just grafted.

Did Bohemian Rhapsody seem like a peculiar song at all when Freddie first suggested it?

No, I loved it. The first bit that he played to me, was the verse. “Mama, just killed a man, dah-dah-la-dah-daah, gun against his…” All that. I thought, “That’s great, that’s a hit!” It was in my head, a simpler entity then; I didn’t know it was going to have a wall of mock Gilbert and Sullivan stuff, you know, some of which was written on the fly. Freddie would write these huge blocks of mass harmonies on the backs of phone books.

When Freddie would say thinks like “What’s a mortgage, darling?” in interviews, Brian and John didn’t seem to like it too much…

No, I don’t think they did.

What did you make of it?

I thought it was hilarious because it was always a complete wind-up. He knew that what would annoy people more than anything was assuming this sort of Marie Antoinette… “Let them eat cake!” That was him. You know, “F*** ‘em. If they don’t like me I’ll be even worse than they expect.

Did you ever accompany him on his legendary shopping sprees?

Oh yeah. We used to buy each other rugs occasionally. Freddie used to say, “Always buy the best, dear”, which is a great piece of advice. There’s no point in getting the Jag when you can have the Aston Martin.

Was that your philosophy?

In a way, although I didn’t take it anyway near as far as he did. We’ve been incredibly lucky, we’ve had a great career and I’ve never been one to hide it. We are what we are. At the same time we’ve done lot of quite good things. Maybe [laughs].

Queen’s parties were infamously wild…

It really was a very small part of what was going on. We just thought it was a laugh. If we could screw that much money out of the record company to have an almighty blowout then why not? It’s just become… the myth of the dwarf with the coke on his head [at the New Orleans launch party for their 1978 album Jazz] and all that. It never happened.

Really?

No. Well, I never saw it [laughs]. I’d tell you if I did. There were weird things going on but… [mildly weary] the parties and everything, people like to hear about all that but it’s sort of in the past now.

But you must appreciate why people love those stories.

Yeah, but I wouldn’t recommend a party with a hundred strippers as a great marketing tool.

In an interview back then you said, “I like strip clubs and strippers and wild parties with naked women.” Was that an accurate summary of your interests?

Ha! All true, of course.

Was cocaine ever your thing at all?

Well, everything was around then. We did a bit of this and that but I don’t think it ever really ruled us.

Everything in moderation.

[Laughs]. We were never for moderation.

As Queen became more successful, why did you travel around in separate limos?

That was the easiest way to do it. Limos are the stupidest cars. There’s really only room for two passengers and you’d usually have your girlfriend or wife or whatever, companion, or your assistant with you. We could afford four you know? It was nothing to do with not wanting to speak to one another.

What did you think when Freddie turned up one day with his new moustache?

I always said that he could have ridden naked down Oxford Street and got less publicity than he did by growing a f****ing moustache. One man grows moustache. Not a big deal. But it was, obviously, in his case. It represented this sort of gay clone scene at the time, so there was some sort of vibe off that. I mean, it didn’t bother us at all.

What misconceptions do you think people might hold about Freddie?

Well, he had a very shy side and a very forceful side as well. That was it, really. In the studio he was such a worker. That’s where he was completely at home, not shy at all. I never had a cross word with Freddie. He was the glue that kept us together, in a way. It’s difficult to describe. A complex man. In a social situation he might be quite shy, but then he could also enter the room with all the charisma turned up to 10 and take it over, but he’d have to psyche himself up for that.

As he would if he was going onstage?

Absolutely. The same thing, really.

Apparently on tour you and Freddie played a lot of Scrabble. Who was the best?

Fred and I used to love Scrabble. We all played, but it got a bit too serious so the other two would drop out. Freddie was brilliant because he could score more with fewer tiles. I was pretty much his match, I think. Brian got the most points I’ve ever seen with one word, which was 168. Can I remember what the word was? Yes, “Lacquers”. “Q” on the triple, all seven letters, triple word. Work it out. [Q Ed’s note: we’ve tried and failed – over to you, Scrabble nuts.]

When you knew that Freddie was dying was there any question of stopping?

No. He only asked two things. The first was let’s keep working. The other thing was when he was really sick, just come and visit me.

Towards the end Freddie’s home was besieged by the press. That seems normal now but it was quite unusual at the time.

Yeah, his house was surrounded by vultures. They’d even be photographing his groceries as they were brought out of the car. It was horrific, actually.

Did you make your feelings known when you would go and visit him?

I did hit a photographer one night and I think I ran over another one’s foot. All those people, what are you going to say, you know? Just horrible dickheads.

Did you get to say goodbye to him?

Well, one time he was very, very sick. I was about 300 yards up the street on my way to see him when Peter [Freestone], his assistant, rang me and said, “Don’t come, he’s just gone.” That was a real blow, but… yeah, literally 300 yards away on Kensington High Street. [Pause, little smile] Next question.

Sorry.

No, that’s alright.

After the Freddie Mercury tribute concert in 1992 did you think, “Well, what do we now?”

Oh, definitely. There was a very empty period. It was, “What do we do now? Well, let’s give up. Yeah, let’s give up. That was good. That’s done.” Then, of course, after a while you’d feel, “Well, shall we finish that material?” Eventually we summoned up the strength to finish it and I think we made a good job of it [the resulting album was 1995’s Made In Heaven].

Can you understand why some fans think that the whole idea of the Queen musical We Will Rock You, is almost offensive?

Yeah, I do, and they’re welcome to think what they like because I hate musicals. The fact is we did our best to make it an enjoyable experience for those who might like that kind of thing. I make no excuses for it. If you get all purist about things… everybody wants everything to be kept in a jar like it always was and that’s not the way the world works.

Queen’s album sales are often given as being approximately 300 million. Do you have any idea what the actual figure is?

Honestly, I don’t know. Somewhere between two and three hundred, maybe. It’s a lot. [Pause] Great, isn’t it? [Laughs]

(➡️ source: brianmay.com website)

📸 Pic: 1986 - Freddie Mercury posing

#q magazine #freddie mercury #queen band #london #zanzibar #legend #queen #brian may #john deacon #freddiebulsara #roger taylor #interview #2011

[dangthatscrayz]

Jaz my man, Oppy and Para if I may ask so kindly :3€

(I can’t talk I have the exact same flags as you)

Also challenge accepted

Here’s slay the princess characters x voice reader because someone has to do it (headcannons still cus I am NOT a writer)((don’t even look at anything I post which all includes writing it’s just the art backs up the writing)

I will feed you good

Characters: voice to the opportunist, voice of the paranoid

Cw: voice of the opportunist existing, heart lungs liver nerves, uuuuuuh mention of deaths bc ofc, slay the princess spoilers

Voice of the opportunist:

Platonic:

-I keep asking why, but I’ve come to the conclusion that everyone kinda sucks in this game

-whatever they are all terrible people but in a good way

-in the witch route the whole goddamn time he will be trying to convince everyone to do what he wants and backstab the princess

-if you agree with him he will be louder with his ideas

-i do believe that he is the kind of guy who has alot of ideas but doesn’t say it outright unless someone also shares them

-he also jumps ships to whatever is winning

-so if you are backing him up that’s giving him more confidence in what he is doing

-I feel like if you change teams to be on team save the princess he will shut up more like in the thorn chapter if you get the smitten

-if you two become buddies I think he would just repeat stuff you said like it’s his idea

-if your chill with that I think he would do it more

-if you aren’t chill with it I think he would change tunes and say something like

“Oh really? Great minds think alike”

Or

“I was just repeating your great idea, don’t take it personally”

Romantic:

-he will be more obnoxious

-he is absolutely the kind of guy to want to show off infront of someone he likes but in a way that makes him look aloof or something

-but like in the real game when he is sucking up to people to get them to what he wants it’s VERY obvious

-I’m picturing this happening during the thorn chapter

“What if we-“ <—the vot hero probably

“I don’t care what you think”

“Y/n what do you want to do?”

-probably will huff if you want to save the princess annoyed

-he’s the number 2 suck up (number 1 is the broken for obvious reasons and the smitten is number 3 bc he isn’t a suck up he just is always like that)

-the razor chapter I 100% think he would take the opportunity to try and look tough or something

-like Everytime he tries to look smart literally everyone can see through it

(Don’t ask any the photo I didn’t have anything voice of the paranoid related so here’s something that almost made me need to “heart lungs liver nerves” to breathe again after I saw this pfp)

Voice of the paranoid:

Platonic:

-if you both were tangible I see him hiding behind you

-even if your shorter

-even if your skinnier

-he will find a way(this is a threat)/j

-if in the nightmare route you help him “hearts lungs liver nerves” every once and a while to give him a break he will thank you

-I see you having to calm him down after he gets paranoid alot

-may or may not work

-if you both are extra good pals I see him asking you to tell him a story or something to distract him

-maybe he also wants to look at a bird

Romantic:

-I see him as being VERY clingy

-he will ask you a lot of things

“What if (insert something about something bad happening)”

-of course you will tell him it will be ok

-welll I hope you do

-it would be weird if you told him that everything will go wrong

-after you tell him everything will be ok I think he will relax a bit but he will still ask you things

-probably the kind of guy who asks if you love him every single night before you go to sleep

-of course by law you have to say yes.

-he will get paranoid about stuff like what if something was secretly happening with you that makes you not like him but of course you probably will say that’s not true

-he needs some rest

Enjoy your food

#slay the princess #stp #stp opportunist #voice of the opportunist #voice of the opportunist x reader #voice of the paranoid #stp paranoid #voice of the paranoid x reader

[cymoseria]

yuu in glorious masquerade event

since malleus decided to come home early, it made me feel like i wanting to share my thought about this event (it really got nothing to do with that fact actually). in the current masquerade event, a lot of people have been speculating that malleus will sort of get the role of esmeralda due to how it seems like rollo (ロロ)–which is the twst version of frollo–has a questionable obsession towards him. i don’t know how much of that will be correct or how much the story follows the plot of the hunchback of notre dame (1996), but i think the possibility is really likely.

but then, what about yuu? i don’t think that we will simply get the role of a silent audience knowing that the principal had pushed us into going to the symposium. and i’m pretty sure everyone realized that in the main story, that’s closely following the plot of their each respective movie, yuu has always sided with the ones that have the role of the heroes, if not being the hero themselves (alice in chapter 1, simba in chapter 2, ariel in chapter 3, aladdin in chapter 4, a little exception in chapter 5, and hercules in chapter 6). so how about this event?

i’m currently relying on translation while following the story of this event, but it seems like rollo almost has a soft spot for yuu based on how he interacts with them? from what i see, it looks like he pities yuu for being the only magicless student in a school full of magicians. saying that it must have been tiring for yuu for dealing with that fact every single day. and you know who that interactions remind me of? quasimodo.

we know that in the movie, quasimodo was seen as an abnormality, someone that’s not in the same standing as everyone else due to his unique condition. but despite how much frollo despised him, deep down there was still an ounce of pity that he actually felt for him because of his condition (maybe it didn’t exactly being shown in the movie though). and despite how awful he treated quasimodo, quasimodo believed him to be the only person that truly cared about his well-being, even though those act of “kindness” was actually just a ruse to hide him. but it’s also true that despite everything, frollo still raised and taught him enough.

now back on to rollo and yuu. first, he knew well enough that yuu is magicless. he kinda put special care for them since they’re different from the rest of the students, almost like how frollo put special care for quasimodo. but of course with more manner since yuu came from another school. then when the nrc students split into groups for field works, he specifically asked what yuu would be doing. he seemed to care enough for them to be worried on whatever they’d do. well, of course we can assume that he’s genuinely concerned about yuu for being magicless and all, but it doesn’t erase the possibility that what he’s actually worried about was that words could get out that there’s a magicless student that attended a symposium in the renowned nbc. maybe not to that extreme, but just something along the way. we still can’t trust this man after all.

oh and don’t forget about the fact how yuu had a special relation with malleus. so if he got the role of esmeralda in this event, then of course there’s a possibility that yuu would have the role of quasimodo as well. and maybe then they’ll have more screen time together interacting with each other? let’s hope so.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland theory #twst theory #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland rollo #twst rollo #ロロ・フランム #march cymosa #glorious masquerade

[streetlight11]

We Were Wrong

Summary: What one favour was thought to be harmless with no growing feelings involved, turns out to take a whole new turn during the process

Theme: college au, childhood frenemies to lovers

Genre: angst (not really), slowburn, romance, slightly suggestive, fluff

Warnings: mild language, light mentions of sexual activities

Pairing: Seo Changbin x Fem!Reader

WC: 10.1K

a/n: Hello! I'm back... Though I won't be posting weekly anymore, I will be going back to posting my works as often as I can! Here's a cute little fic with our dwaekki <3 Enjoy :)

It was a bright Tuesday afternoon. You were having lunch with your friends at the cafeteria where Sojung was just complaining to you girls about her horrible blind date last weekend. “Can you believe he didn’t know how to eat me out right? I had to guide him and teach him how to do it, it’s horrendous!” You stifled a laugh as Lisa and Eunbi didn’t bother to hide their laughter. “He needs to get lessons from Changbin. That guy is a fucking pro.” Sojung continued, to which you immediately scowled upon hearing that name.

Changbin or as you’re more familiar with, Seo Changbin, is actually your childhood neighbour and also enemy. You grew up hating that boy’s guts. He was a loudmouth in preschool that just annoys the shit out of you. He can be very obnoxious to the point where you can’t stand his presence. It only worsens when you go to high school. It’s like he was your shadow that couldn’t seem to leave you in peace.

“Why is everyone saying that? He’s such a jerk who thinks he’s so good at everything.” You scoffed while stabbing the chicken meat in your plate, only for Lisa to smirk.

“That’s because he is good at everything, especially eating a girl out.”

“Disgusting.” You said as you took a rough bite of the chicken. Just then as if on cue, Eunbi’s eyes traveled past your head and soon smirked before announcing his arrival.

“Speaking of which, here comes the prince charmings of Hankuk U.” She said, nodding her head at where she was staring. Curiously, you turned your head only to find that everyone else had done the same. The girls in every table began to whisper and squeak when the guys glanced their way and gave them flirty gestures. 

The reason why they’re popular is because of two reasons. The 8 of them were a part of the school’s soccer team and they were famously known for their frequent yet amazing one night stands. People claimed that they were heavenly in bed and all of them were excellent when it comes to satisfying a girl’s needs. Almost every girl on campus has definitely experienced it with at least one of them once. The reason why I said almost every girl is because you’re probably the only one who hasn’t gone there.

Not that you plan to any time soon anyway. You would rather stay away from them, especially your childhood enemy. For some reason, your gaze was fixed on Changbin as you watched him strut down the cafeteria with his hands tucked into his pants pockets.

He was wearing a black ripped jeans, a light grey long sleeved shirt which wraps snugly around his thick arms like a hug, along with a pair of black combat boots. His hair was dyed black with a few strands of green highlights. You also noticed he has an undercut that peeks under the styled up bangs to show part of his forehead while his hair flops down his face with a volume. 

Would you say he grew up well? Sure.

Does this mean you don’t hate him anymore? Fuck no.

Would you put your hatred aside to see if what everyone said about him was true? Of course not.

Right when you were about to turn away, Changbin’s eyes flickered over to your table, that’s when his gaze met yours. He walked past your table without breaking eye contact even after he was a few feet ahead. He had his head slightly turned before he finally breaks away and focuses his attention to what’s in front of him. 

A few minutes later, you were just listening to Eunbi rant about her controlling parents when your curious eyes began to wander around the room. You weren’t really looking for anyone in particular despite looking like you were. It wasn’t until you spotted Changbin a few tables diagonally down from yours with his back towards you but his head was turned around and his eyes were on you.

How long has he been staring at you?

You shifted in your seat as you diverted your eyes to your plate briefly before looking back at Eunbi who was seated opposite you. 

A few seconds later, your eyes flicked back past her head only to be met with the back of his head. A small sigh of relief left your lips before focusing back on your friends. After you were done with your lunch, you girls got up to leave. You forced yourself not to look over at his table despite feeling a pair of eyes burning a hole into your skull. You were halfway down the hall when a heavy arm slings over your shoulder. 

“Hey princess, mind if you walk with me for a bit?” Changbin asked you directly, not sparing a glance to your friends.

“Why?” You frowned, glaring at him in the process.

“For old time sake, how about that?”

“Mmm, no thanks.” You said as you pushed his arm down your shoulder. Changbin lets out a soft chuckle before he comes back to your side only this time, holding his gaze with your friends.

“I’m sure you ladies wouldn’t mind if I steal her for a bit, hmm?”

You expected them to reject him and say you needed to head to class soon. You weren’t ready to hear them easily let him steal you away as if class wasn’t gonna start in 10 minutes time. With that being said, Changbin gives them a flirtatious wink before he slides an arm around your waist and begins to tug you down the opposite hallway. After you were quite far from your friends, that’s when you pushed him away and frowned at him.

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked in annoyance, only for him to smirk at you calmly.

“Relax, you fool. I just wanted to get some time alone with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I missed you.” He sounded very genuine but you knew this was just an act.

“Bullshit. You have no reason to miss me when you literally fuck different girls every night.” You said as you were about to walk away when he grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“Okay fine, that’s not why I pulled you aside for…” Changbin sighed as you stared at him quietly with a prominent frown on your face. You waited for him to continue, feeling him let go of your wrist while he did so. “I actually need you to do me a favour.” You raised your eyebrow at him tauntingly.

“I’m listening…”

Changbin scoffed but then continued.

“I need you to be my fake girlfriend for 2 months.”

“2 months?! What is this? The Bachelor?” You asked in shock after hearing his proposal.

“Look! I know it sounds like a lot but I just need you to be my fake girlfriend for 2 months and then we can go back to hating each other.”

“Why must it be 2 months? What shit did you get into this time?” You asked slightly impatiently this time, feeling like your brain might combust. 

“My mom wants to matchmake me with this rich girl but I don’t like her. She made a deal with me that if I can’t find a girlfriend in two months, she’s going to matchmake me with that rich girl.”

“And so you’re asking the girl who is the least of your favourites, to pretend to be your girlfriend? The irony.” You scoffed, looking away from him for a brief second before he clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“Can you please just help me out over here?”

“Why me? Why not ask the girls you’ve slept with. I’m sure they’ll do an excellent job in being your girlfriend for two long months.”

“They’re nothing but strangers to me. I know nothing about them. Besides, the girl my mom wants to matchmake me with is also the same girl who spilled that chocolate milk onto your skirt in high school.”

“Kang Leena?!”

“Bingo. So are you gonna help me or not?”

“That depends. What do I get out of this?”

Changbin seemed to think hard for a few seconds before he spoke up a suggestion that you couldn’t seem to avoid, “After all of this ends, I promise to leave you alone for good.”

“Sounds about right.” You said, making him roll his eyes at you despite his lips tugging up into a smile.

Looks like you would be starting this operation in a week’s time. 

Changbin and you exchanged contacts so that you can communicate with each other on days where the other is busy with personal stuff. That night, you were just watching a tv series on netflix in your living room when your phone dinged a few times with a message. You reached over to take your phone off the table only to find three messages from Changbin.

Changbin: let’s set down some rules for this fake relationship

Changbin: you list out 5 do’s

Changbin: I’ll list out 5 don’ts

You: sure captain 🙄

Changbin: Co-Captain actually 😉

You: whatever

Changbin: hurry up and give me 5 do’s 

You: can you give me a minute?! Jeez…

You: okay, 5 do’s; Go on dates every week so we’ll get comfortable with each other. Hold hands or hug in public, be it in school or outside. Be nice to each other for the sake of this fake relationship. Be comfortable doing all these things mentioned with the other so that your parents will believe our act. And lastly, try not to kill each other during these 2 months

Changbin: go ahead and write a whole essay will you

You: shut up before i slap on some super glue to your lips

Changbin: you can’t even get me if you tried

You: try me

Changbin: 😒

Changbin: ANYWHO

Changbin: 5 don’ts; NO hooking up with outsiders during these 2 months. NO texting or calling for at least half of the week. NO discussing this fake relationship agenda to either of our friends. NO dishonesty during these 2 months. And last but not least, NO kissing on the lips (anywhere on the face except lips)

You: i’m pretty sure that first no is solely meant for you

Changbin: please, you’re just being modest

Changbin: i’ve heard stories about you going on a few horrible dates 😏

You: how would you know? You don’t even have a civilized conversation with me

Changbin: i have my sources sweetheart 😘

You: God you’re annoying

Changbin: thank you, and i intend on being the most annoying fake boyfriend you’ve ever had

You: fuck off

Changbin: too late princess 😆

You: i hate you

You: when does this stupid thing start?

Changbin: should we start this weekend with our first date?

You: sure, i’m free for the weekend anyway

Changbin: of course you are… okay, I'll pick you up at 4?

You: yeah whatever

Changbin: please wear appropriately for the date, i don’t want to look like i’m bringing around a homeless mother of 3

You: says the one who looks like they only have child sized clothes on for their overly grown sized body

Changbin: are you saying i’m muscular? 😏

You: fuck no

Changbin: rude… but i’ll give you that

You: are we done? Cause i wanna go back to my movie

Changbin: what are you watching? Can i join? 😏

You: BYE

You locked your phone and soon tossed it to the side, letting out a soft scoff before you turned your attention back to your tv screen despite hearing a soft ding sound coming from your phone. A few minutes later, you checked your phone to see what it was, only to smile when you saw the text he sent you.

Changbin: haha. Thanks for agreeing to help me with this. I really appreciate it 😊

Maybe this won’t be a horrible 2 months after all.

Weekend was finally here, you remembered Changbin saying he’ll pick you up at 4. You had already given him your apartment address a few days ago so he didn’t text you the entire day. Not that you cared, your fake relationship deal wouldn’t officially start after the date anyway. Now the problem is, you were struggling with what to wear. He didn’t specify what you were doing today so it was a little difficult for you to decide on your outfit. So you chose to text him to clear your questions.

You: Seo Changbin

Changbin: yes, my love?

Your heart skipped a beat. Wait, what…

You: where are we going later?

Changbin: it’s a surprise 

You: 😒 is it skirt/dress friendly?

Changbin: it is but I think it’s best if you wore jeans

You: okay

Changbin: see you :)

A small part of you weren’t used to seeing this side of him but you didn’t mind it. If you were going to see his nicer side for 2 months straight, you’d be down for it. So with that being said, you managed to find an outfit for your ‘first date’. You opted to go for light washed denim skinny jeans, a white tank top, a lilac cardigan and your favourite pair of white sneakers. Your hair down in a center parting as it flows down in pretty beach waves. You wore your daily light makeup but nothing too extravagant since you weren’t that kind of girl.

After you were done, you stared at yourself in the mirror to give yourself one more look to make sure everything was okay. Besides, this was all fake anyway so surely he wouldn’t care if you didn’t look anywhere close to as pretty as the other girls he’s dated or hooked up with before.

You were just replying to the girls in your group chat when there was a knock at your front door. You left your bedroom to go greet who was at your doorstep. Without checking the peephole, you pulled your door open only to find Changbin standing there leaning against your door frame. He was wearing a black skinny jeans with a navy green button up sweater and a pair of white sneakers.

“Hey fake girlfriend, ready for our first date?” Changbin said, making you roll your eyes at him as you pushed him by the chest gently.

“Please don’t call me that. Another thing to add to our list of don’ts…”

“So can I call you baby?”

You gave him a look after locking your door before you started to walk down the corridor with him.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because… I don’t want you to.”

“Why?” He asked as he pressed the lift button and soon turned to you with a pout.

“Call me by my name, you imbecile.” 

“But I wanna call you baby.”

You found yourself groaning in annoyance softly before you spoke up to give in to him, “Fine, but not in school.”

“Okay!” Changbin grinned as he let out a soft giggle. 

A few minutes later, you were staring out his car window when you realized he was bringing you to the open ice rink. You panicked as you whipped your head towards him only to squeak, “You’re taking me to go ice skating?!”

“Yeah.”

“I can’t skate!”

“I can. So it’s fine.”

“That won’t help. You’ll probably just leave me struggling like a baby giraffe trying to walk.”

“Hey, I can be nice when I want to. You’ve just always seen my mean side all the time.” Changbin shrugged his shoulders, making you scoff. He soon pulled into the parking lot outside the ice skating rink. You both left the vehicle and began to make your way to the entrance. He walked beside you but never touched you. Upon arriving at the counter where there was a line of people waiting to rent their skating boots, you joined the queue with him beside you. 

The wait was quite fast as you managed to rent out your boots and made your way into the rink. After you’ve secured the shoelaces, you watched him stand from his seat, noticing how you were still seated down.

“Come on baby girl, we don’t have all day.” Changbin said as he grabbed your hand and tugged you up. Right off the bat, you almost lost your balance and you weren’t even on the ice yet.

Changbin catches your waist while you clinged onto his biceps. A soft whine left your lips, earning a loud cackle from him. Slapping his chest for revenge, Changbin hissed but that smile never left his face. “Come on Y/N, we have to start moving.”

“I’m scared I’ll fall down! I can’t even stand properly on a dry surface!”

“Just hold my hand, you’ll be fine.” Changbin said as he began to gently drag you towards the ice rink. Once he entered the rink on both feet, you were still at the edge of the gate, feeling envious of how he glided through the ice in perfect figure 8’s. Just then, he appears in front of you with both hands outstretched to you. He told you to hold onto him but you stubbornly shook your head. Changbin snarled at you, making you growl. 

“Do you trust me?” He asked.

“Not right now. No.”

“Y/N…”

“Fine!” You said as you went to grab his hands while he gently guided you forward, letting you step into the rink one leg at a time. Once you finally stepped into the rink, Changbin began to skate backwards while still holding your hands. You spent the first 30 minutes just trying to get your feet coordination right, scolding him every once in a while if he tries to be funny. You were just skating on your own when a sudden crash behind you made your heart stop while your feet skidded slightly to keep your balance. A scream left your lips as you then felt warm hands on your waist followed by a familiar voice in your ear.

“Look at you, skating well on your own.”

“In case you forgot, you were the one who left me alone.”

“But you still made it halfway around the rink, so you’re welcome.” Changbin smiled as he skated past your side to meet you face to face, only for you to narrow your eyes at him. All he did was laugh before he jokes around with you while skating backwards to make sure you didn’t fall.

After you were done with the one hour, you both left the rink to change back into your shoes. Changbin returns the boots to the counter before he rejoins you at the corner of the entrance. You were just scrolling through your instagram when you felt a pair of thick arms wrapping themselves around your waist. Changbin rests his chin on your shoulder only to hear him lightly giggle in your ear, “Where should we eat?” He asked, making you sigh. 

“I’m craving for sushi…” You said. Right after you say that, Changbin pulls away from you sharply to let out a loud excited yell that leaves people turning their heads to you. You spun around and shoved your palms onto his mouth with a disapproving frown on your face. 

“See, this is exactly why I don’t hang around with you. It’s because you’re so bloody loud!” You snickered at him, pushing his face back slightly before removing your hands from his mouth. Changbin’s face drops a little and you feel kinda bad. It looks like he was actually offended by your words. 

“Is that why you hate me?” His voice was so soft and gentle, you almost wanted to slap yourself for saying that to him.

“I…”

“It’s okay. I know I can be obnoxious most of the time. Even my friends say that.” He said as he began to walk towards the exit. You quickly joined him by his side, only to notice his shift in attitude. So with a gentle hand, you slipped your fingers into his right palm before you grabbed it. He stopped walking and turned around to you with a small frown on his face.

“I’m sorry… for what I said.”

“It’s okay. We should get going.” Changbin smiled but you could tell it wasn’t a genuine one. You let go of his hand and soon made your way back to his car.

It’s been an hour since you arrived at the sushi place. Both of you ate in partial silence, engaging in a few short conversations along the way but it wasn’t flowing. You felt bad ever since what happened at the skating rink earlier. Even though he told you it was fine, a small part of you felt guilty for treating him like that. After he paid for the food, he told you he would send you home and so you quietly nodded. 

He didn’t walk you to your door but you totally don’t blame him. Once you’ve said goodnight to him, you left his car quietly. Not even 5 seconds later, he was already pulling out of the side and driving off into the distance.

You’re officially a horrible person.

It’s been two weeks since your first date and things have been slightly changing between you and him in school. You were no longer on each other’s tails consistently. Although Changbin seemed to have forgiven you for what you said that day, it was quite obvious that your mutual hatred for each other was still there. It was a Friday late afternoon and you had a netball tournament that day. You had just finished your afternoon classes and were currently rushing over to the other side of campus where the indoor sports hall is located. 

You were running late due to your lecturer being a bitch and letting you off late even when you told her you had a tournament half an hour earlier. Upon arriving at the hall, you were quite surprised to see that the bleachers were almost full. You rushed over to where your teammates were, only to see Changbin seated amongst the crowd on the second row of bleachers.

His lips curved into a lopsided smile as you briefly looked away from him to join your friends. You put down your bag and took out your attire to change into. After you were done, you came back out of the changing room only to jump back when you saw a familiar figure leaning against the wall seemingly waiting for you.

“Why are you here? Is everything okay?” You asked softly in confusion, earning a shake of his head before he pushed himself off the wall.

“I just wanted to wish you good luck.” Changbin said.

You nodded subtly and was about to walk off but he gently grabbed your wrist to stop you.

“That’s it? No thank you kiss?”

“You’re so irritable.” You sighed as you leaned in to give him a kiss to his cheek softly and said, “Thanks for your good luck wish. See you at the bleachers.” You then jogged back out to prepare for the game, missing the way Changbin had a smile stuck to his face even after he joined his friends back at the bleachers. A few minutes passed, you were leading the scores by 5 points for this first game.

You tried your best to guide your teammates on where to go, earning a few points along the way. The first game went well as you won with a hefty 18-9 points.

It was currently break time so you took this time to hydrate yourself and do a few rounds of practice. You drowned yourself in water when Eunseo asked you if you wanted to do some practice throws with her. You were just practicing your straight toss with Eunseo when Changbin spoke up from the first row bleachers to step on your tail.

“Come on Y/N… Is that all the power you have?” His lips curled into a horrible smirk that leaves you huffing. You caught the ball from Eunseo only to call him out with your finger.

“Wanna see what I can do?”

Changbin pushed the tip of his tongue against his inner cheek before he stood up and walked over to stand beside Eunseo. He never even spared a glance to her nor did he flirt with her for he only had eyes for you. He gestured for you to throw it to him with his outstretched arms. With one strong pull, you threw the ball to him in a straight throw. The ball flew across at a powerful speed that made him stumble back a step with a loud huff leaving his lips, not to mention the loud thud when he caught the ball in his hands. 

You raised your eyebrow at him tauntingly, earning a light smirk from him, “Not that weak, huh Changbin?” You asked as he tossed the ball back to you but with less power. 

“Fine, guess I was wrong then.” Changbin said with a shrug of his shoulders, making you scoff. A few minutes later, the third game started and your rival team was quite a strong one. Except, they had a lot of foul plays. You were about to catch the ball that Yeri passed to you when your opponent forcefully crashed into your side as she elbowed you in the face.

You fell harshly, slamming your shoulder onto the ground, a sharp pain struck your left shoulder and also your nose as you began to feel something wet flow down your cupid’s bow. Because the game was still going, no one properly came to check on you except for Minju who was near you. You sat up while gripping onto your shoulder only to hear someone direct her words to you.

“Watch out captain. I’ll make sure you get benched after this.” It was the girl who pushed you. With that being said, you growled as you stood up, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, ready to pounce at the bitch but Minju stopped you.

“Y/N you can’t, you’ll get disqualified.” Minju said and despite knowing she was right, you were too pissed to keep that in mind.

So you simply told her to continue playing while you went off to the side to fix your shoulder and nose bleed. You clutched onto your shoulder while you stayed by the side to watch your teammates. Just when you saw Yeji catch the ball, you yelled at her saying you’re open. She passed the ball to you fast but what happened next was in a split second. Right when you had the ball make contact with your hands, a firm shove to your side made you lose the ball yet again.

This time, you collapsed on your knees while your hands flew out to stop you from hitting face first. This made your already injured shoulder to dislocate. A loud scream left your lips as the referee penalized the girl from the other team for causing an injury.

You laid on the ground back flat as your arm was in a weird position. Next thing you knew, Changbin came forward to join where Yeji, Minju, Sana and Eunseo were crowding around you.

“Go get me an ice pack.” Changbin ordered one of the girls as Yeji immediately got up. Changbin came to kneel behind your head where you were laying down, only for him to stare at your dislocated shoulder.

He gently felt the bump to see how he should pop it back. That’s when Yeji came back and soon Chan joined your side.

“Remember what our coach told us?” Chan asked.

“Yeah. I need to push it down but this is gonna fucking hurt.” Changbin said as he looked at you with a frown.

“Just do it already!”

“I’m kinda warning you, dumbass.” Changbin said nonchalantly as he soon told you to hold onto something. He grabbed the parts he needed to hold in order to pop your shoulder back into place. With one quick push, your shoulder popped back into its socket, earning another scream from you.

It was even more painful now then when it dislocated. Nevertheless, Yeji quickly pressed the ice pack onto your shoulder to soothe the stinging pain. Your breath got heavy as you closed your eyes in relief.

All the while, Changbin’s hands never really left your shoulder even while you heard him just telling your teammates on how to aid your shoulder. When you opened your eyes, Changbin had just finished instructing the girls as he glanced down at you. His eyes held the galaxy even when his face was upside down from your point of view.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Better… Thanks.”

Changbin nodded as he soon got up but before he did, he slid his hand up your neck only to caress your cheek with his thumb subtly. You sighed, allowing your members to help you sit up. You managed to get out of the court to sit on the bench. Despite not being able to take part in the next games, your team ended up winning the tournament.

After the tournament ended, you were all just listening to your coach giving some advice and wise words while you noticed the crowd began to disperse. You sat on the bench with an ice pack pressed against your shoulder with the help of bandages wrapped around your shoulder and under arm. When you girls were finally dismissed, Yeji and Minju came to ask if you needed a ride home.

You hissed upon moving your shoulder slightly, feeling like it was about to break again but someone’s voice answered for you.

“I can take her home.” Changbin said, making you glance to the side and see him walking over with his hands tucked into his jeans.

Your friends knew about your mutual hatred for Changbin which is why they looked at you skeptically and asked if you were sure about letting him drive you home. When you gave them a nod, they simply told you to take care before they began to go separate ways with you. Meanwhile, Changbin helps you with your bag, asking you to not move your shoulder as much. 

Changbin joins you by your side, sliding an arm around your waist as you turn to him with a frown.

“You do realise I can walk just fine right?”

“I know but can’t I just hold you while we walk?” His question made you pause, staring at him softly before deciding on your answer.

“Y-Yeah… Sorry…”

Changbin chuckled lightly, continuing to walk by your side. Once you safely made it inside his vehicle, he jogged over to the driver seat and was soon on his way. The ride back to your apartment seemed faster than usual but you were actually glad he was here with you. He offered to walk you to your door so ultimately, you invited him in.

It didn’t escalate to anything serious, it was just him chilling with you for a bit and helping you out with some things before he headed home. 

Looks like things are going pretty well between you and him, you just hope it stays this way.

The next morning, you woke up to a stinging pain in your shoulder. You must’ve slept wrong during the night because it fucking hurts like shit. And the first thing that came to mind when you were in a shit ton of pain, was to call the one person that you could think of the minute you wake up. The call got answered after the second ring which made you barely wait.

“Hello?” His raspy morning voice immediately soothes your cries despite the stinging pain in your shoulder. 

“C-Changbin…”

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” There was a rustle in the background as his voice instantly grew alert.

“M-My shoulder… It hurts…” Your voice became a soft whine, knowing your cries were definitely heard by him. 

“Okay, wait there. I’ll be there in 5 minutes. Don’t move okay, I’ll be right there.”

Changbin ends the call without saying goodbye but you couldn’t care anyway. You were curled up on the bed, feeling like your muscles were tearing and your bones were cracking. You quietly screamed into your mattress, gripping tightly onto your shoulder as if it would do anything to soothe the pain. Just as you were crying and whining softly in your bed, the sound of heavy footsteps began to scurry down the hall and soon enough, your bedroom door burst open.

The next thing you know, Changbin hops onto your mattress to crawl over to the other side and soon pulls your upper body up gently. He handled your shoulder with the utmost care, making sure your head was buried in his chest while he began to softly massage your shoulder. You hissed and screamed a few times whenever the pain was unbearable.

“I know, I know baby, it’s painful but it’ll go away soon, I promise.” Changbin said as you cried further into his chest. Your free hand grips onto his bicep nearest to you, squeezing it every time the pain gets too much to handle.

After a few more minutes of massaging your shoulder, the pain indeed began to subside and the sting was no longer spine crawling. Your tears had stopped flowing, your breathing got much calmer now but you still had your hand resting around his bicep. It was so quiet in the room that the only thing you could hear was the sound of your stifles. Just then, Changbin uses his hand which you had hold of his bicep, only to gently tuck your hair behind your ear and move it down to caress your cheek with his thumb.

“Does it still hurt?” He asked, to which you shook your head. His other arm was resting around your back to support you but his hand was on your rib, holding you securely in his arm. You snuggled deeper into his chest, loving the warmth he gave you.

Changbin decided to scoot you back a little along with himself, until he felt his back leaning against your stack of pillows. He gently adjusts you so that you are now sitting comfortably between his legs. 

You were laying on your side so your injured shoulder was facing outwards while your head and other arm rested against his chest. Changbin had one arm around your waist while the other hand decided to play with your hair. He soon slides his hand down your arm, cupping your elbow gently while he looks down at you. From his point of view, he could only see a small section of your face but he saw your eyes still open. He smiled as he leaned down to place a very soft kiss to the top of your head. You felt this but you chose not to acknowledge it. 

Just then, his free hand reaches up to glide his finger along your cheek before it tucks beneath your chin and carefully tilts your head up. Once you were facing him, you locked eyes with him shyly and he could tell. 

Changbin’s smile never left his face even after he cups your cheek fully in his palm. He leans down to let his lips hover right above yours. You could already feel the feathery touch of his lips brushing against yours before your fake relationship rules suddenly flashed into your mind. With that being said, you turned your face further into his hand right on time, earning a small frown from him.

“W-We can’t… It’s the rule…” You whispered with a heavy heart yet he agreed with you.

“Right… Right, sorry…” He replied in defeat before he told you to sleep a while more. He ended up taking care of you, staying at home with you the entire day. 

Maybe this was just out of pure courtesy. Maybe this was just for the act. And maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t an act and that whatever he did was genuinely honest.

It’s already been 2 months since your first ‘date’ and nobody still has any clue about your secret. You had one more date left before his family gathering the following day. Both of you managed to control your urge to act on your feelings because you forced yourself to think about all the mean things he’s ever said or done to you but all that goes down the drain every time you hang out with him. It doesn’t help with your growing feelings for him either. 

It was a Saturday late evening. You and Changbin planned to go to the bowling alley for your last activity of the day since that was the only activity you haven’t done yet during your weeks of dates. You arrived at the bowling alley only to find that it wasn’t as packed as you thought it would be. 

He rented a lane for you along with your bowling shoes. Both of you made your way to the very end of the room where your lane is with you carrying the shoes and him carrying the bowling balls. He told you to start first so you did. When you accidentally threw your ball into the gutter, Changbin couldn’t help but laugh at your failure.

“Seriously? You’re a Netball captain and yet this is the best you can do for bowling?” He teased you, making you scoff.

“Oh yeah? We’ll see about that.” You said smugly before taking the bowling ball and soon aimed it properly. You threw it with as much power you could muster, watching it roll down the lane in a perfect line. The minute it hit every one of the bowling pins and formed a strike, you turned around to raise your eyebrow at him tauntingly.

“What were you saying?” You asked, only to see him smirk. He pokes his inner cheek with his tongue, feeling competitive all of a sudden.

“Very well. May the best person win.” 

Minutes ticked by without you realizing, the game was about to end with you leading ahead by just 6 points. Things were starting to get intense as you were on your final throw now. This last throw will determine who wins.

With very careful aim and a precise throw, you watched as the bowl swirls down the lane in an awful curve. You panicked as the ball began to swerve to the right near where the gutter was. However, right before it reaches the pins, the ball swirls back in only to hit every single one of the pins, earning a strike for you. Which means, you won the game. You squealed as you bounced around excitedly.

Upon turning around where you thought you would find him being all salty and sulking in the corner, Changbin walked up to you with his arms wide open so you threw yourself on him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his arms hug your waist perfectly to allow his hands to rest on either side of your ribcage. 

He spins you around before putting you back down. When you pulled away with a giggle, Changbin’s eyes naturally flew down to your lips as his smile only got wider. Your heart was stammering in his chest as you slid your hands forward to cup his neck. 

After what felt like forever, Changbin’s eyes flicked back up to meet yours before he nudged your nose with his, scrunching his nose cutely. 

“Shall we go?” He asked, to which you simply nodded at him. 

Both of you returned the items back to the vendor, making sure you left no belongings behind. You were just walking towards the lift lobby when Changbin’s fingers easily slipped down your inner forearms, down your wrist only to then lace his fingers with yours swiftly. You chuckled softly knowing he was probably loving this.

“How long did you wait for this?” You asked with a teasing smile on your face.

“Since our date today started.” 

You couldn’t help but giggle as you both entered the lift together. You stood side by side in the lift, allowing the quietness to surround you. Just then, you felt him squeeze your hand softly to gain your attention and it did. You glanced over to him, not surprised to find him already staring at you softly.

“Are you ready for tomorrow?” He asked as he leaned against the lift wall.

“I think I am but are you? Besides, you’re the main character tomorrow, not me.”

“As long as you’re with me, I think I’ll be fine.” His words were so reassuring, you found your heart melting a bit. Upon seeing your gaze drop, Changbin tucks a finger under your chin only to tilt your head up.

“Everything will be fine. I promise.” He said with a smile, making you nod softly to say you trust him. He slides his hand over to cup your jaw but the sweet moment got cut short when a group of rowdy teenage guys entered the lift at level 5. They filled almost the entire lift that you literally buried yourself in Changbin’s chest for comfort.

Changbin notices the way those guys were sneaking glances over to you and how some of them were openly checking you out. While he was busy glaring at them, you too noticed the attention you had on you, not to mention the whispers you heard from beside you.

“How did he land such a hot girlfriend like her? He’s literally so short.” 

You needed to do something. You need to remind them that you’re not interested in them. With that being said, you glanced back to Changbin, using your free hand to gently grab his chin between your thumb and index finger. You turned his head to make him look at you as you purposely pushed your body against him. Changbin panicked for a second when he felt you pressed against his front but he soon recovered and played along with you.

“Baby, can we go home? I want you so bad…”

“Mmm, be patient baby girl. Or do you want to be punished?”

“I want you to tie me up and make me scream your name.”

“Such a naughty girl for me, huh?” Changbin smirks as he begins to kiss your exposed neck, leaving soft whines out of your lips. 

Changbin’s free hand slides over your waist, only to grab hold one of your clothed ass cheeks. Your breath hitched in your throat as he brought that hand back up to rest on your lower back. The minute the lift doors opened, the guys left without a single glance spared to you and Changbin.

He pulls away from you, immediately apologizing for grabbing you inappropriately like that. As much as you knew that was wrong, somehow, you liked it.

You liked it very much.

Both of you soon abandoned whatever happened in that lift, making your way back to your apartment as he told you he would walk you to your door. Once you were standing right in front of it, you turned to him to say your goodbyes even though you were suddenly dreading it. He was still holding your hand, his thumb softly caressing the back of your hand comfortingly. 

“I um… I had a good time today. I hope you did too.” Changbin began first.

“I did. Thank you… for everything these past two months.” You said, despite your voice almost faltering near the end. Changbin noticed this but he chose not to embarrass you by acknowledging it. 

“I guess this is goodnight then? I’ll see you tomorrow at 3?”

“Mhm! Goodnight Bin…” You whispered as he frowned a little when he saw tears starting to pool in your eyes. Next thing he knew, you quickly leaned in to kiss him on the cheek and soon unlocked your door. The minute you were in the comforts of your house, you instantly slid down to the ground with your back against the door. You quietly cried, not wanting him to hear you.

The past two months have been a roller coaster ride. Neither of you had any expectations of getting anything out of this. He solely needed you to fake date him for a few weeks so that when he finally had to face his parents who wanted him to marry a rich girl, he would have a valid reason to stop the arranged marriage seemingly because you two were ‘in love’. Nobody told him that he would actually fall in love with the one girl, he would never in a million years guess. His heart was yearning for you and he would do anything to have you back.

But he made a deal with you. That if this goes exactly the way they planned, he will promise to leave her alone for good. No matter how hurt and broken he would be.

Today is the day where you would have to face his family. You had to show off your fake girlfriend attitude to show that you were in love with their son and that they cannot arrange a marriage for their son. The only problem was, you don’t feel like a fake girlfriend anymore. You don’t think you can pretend like you’re in love with their son simply because you already are in love with their son.

So while you gave yourself one last look in the mirror, you had to force your tears away so as to not ruin your makeup. You wore a beautiful baby blue dress that flows down to stop at your mid calves. This was something you’ve never worn before but for this special occasion, you wanted to put a good first impression on his family. 

Which is why when you heard the knock on your door, your heart started to race in your chest. You let out a shaky sigh before telling yourself you can do this. With your purse in one hand and your heels in the other, you left your bedroom only to head straight to the front door. 

You pulled the door open, ready to greet the person standing outside but instead, your voice got stuck in your throat. 

Changbin was looking as handsome as ever in that black smart pants with a white button up shirt tucked in, a black leather vest and a tie hanging loosely around his neck. His hair was parted near the center as his bangs flops down with a volume so that it doesn't rest flat on his forehead.

He scanned your outfit from head to toe just like you did before he commented first.

“I… Wow… You look… really pretty.” He said under his breath, making you do the same for him. You let out a giggle to lighten the mood as he allowed you to lock the door and soon walked down the corridor with his hand in yours. 

“Why didn’t you wear this for our dates? I don’t think I’ve seen you wear a dress in all the years we’ve known each other.”

“I only wear dresses on special occasions… Today is one of them.” You smiled, making him mimic your facial expression. 

The ride to his parent’s home took about 1 and a half hours but never once was it boring or awkward. Changbin made jokes, you talked about random topics, you had a mini carpool session, literally no awkward silence moments were present during the journey and for that, you were thankful. 

When you finally arrived at his old house, he parked the car and soon left the car with you. His house was fairly huge, knowing he comes from a wealthy background. Right before you reached the front door, Changbin felt you hold back so he turned to you. He reassured you and his words brought you a different kind of comfort, one that only he knows how to do.

Immediately, you were met with his parents, his older sister, and a couple you’ve never seen before. The only person you recognized besides Changbin’s family, was none other than Kang Leena herself. 

The look on her face clearly shows that she had no idea you would be here let alone with Changbin.

“Hi mom, dad, noona. I hope I’m not late. I actually wanted to introduce you all to my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N.” Changbin announced as his sister’s eyes grew wide as her frowning lips soon turned into a bright smile. 

“Y/N?! You’re dating my brother?! I’m so happy for you two!” His sister said, making you giggle. 

Just then, his mom’s face dropped but she greeted you nonetheless. The first few minutes at dinner seemed a little tense between Changbin, his mother and Leena but you were quick to save the dinner by making light conversations and jokes with them. After dinner, all of you gathered at the living area where you sat next to Changbin and Chaerin. You were just listening to Chaerin telling you about how much she missed you when Leena’s mother spoke up.

“I’m sorry to cut this short, but I think we should really get on with the purpose of why we’re here.” You turned to look at Changbin’s parents who seemed to be in a dilemma. 

“I’m sorry if we had wasted your time, but I will not be marrying your daughter.” Changbin said firmly as you simply stared at him while he spoke. 

“Excuse me? My daughter can give you anything you want. She is definitely way better than your girlfriend here. She probably can’t even do anything for you. We can give you and your family all the luxury you want. What do you say?”

“You want me to ditch my girlfriend for your wealth? I think you have the wrong guy. I don’t want your money.”

“What do you want then son? We can give you anything you need. You name it.” Leena’s father said. Just then, Changbin’s mother stood up to speak her ground firmly. 

“We thought our son wouldn’t find the right girl to settle down with… and that he would just keep messing around. Looks like I was wrong. In fact, he looks really happy with his life right now and if it’s because of this girl, then we’ll gladly welcome her.”

Leena scowled as she glared at you but you didn’t care.

“You’re making a big mistake Changbin.” 

She said, only for Changbin to smirk, tilting his head to the side softly before he raised his eyebrow tauntingly to ask, “Am I though?” She let out a groan of frustration before she stormed off, her parents following behind closely. After they left, Changbin’s parents apologized to you only for you to brush them off saying it wasn’t a big issue. You stayed behind for a few more minutes before Changbin offered to send you home. 

The ride home was a little more quiet compared to on your way there. However, one thing that’s prominent was how he reached over to lace his fingers with yours, keeping his hand on top of your lap. You told yourself not to fall asleep but you did anyway. 

When he finally arrived at your apartment building, you were already heavily knocked out so he carried you up to your unit level.

He unlocked your door for you, carrying you to your bedroom. After he had taken off your heels for you, he tucked you into bed, making sure not to change you out of your clothes simply to respect your privacy. His heart swelled when he felt you gently grip onto his hand as if not to let him go. Changbin’s heart broke into a million pieces. 

He already loves you. 

You won his heart.

And yet, the cruel reality just decides to end things for you two. So with one heavy heart, Changbin leans down to give you a very soft and chaste kiss to your lips. It almost felt like he was kissing nothing before he whispered his last words to you.

“I hope you know that I love you.” 

With that, he left.

The next morning, you woke up slightly drowsy probably from the lack of sleep you’ve been having recently due to your pending assignments. You groaned as you stretched your limbs out. You realized you were in your apartment which means he must’ve carried you all the way up here. This thought made you smile as you turned to get out of bed but the note sitting on your bedside table didn’t go unnoticed. So you took it and saw in curved letters written on the front page, was your name.

The contents of it however, did not do a good job to prepare you for what’s to come.

~Dear Y/N,

If you read this in the morning, you probably would’ve known that our ‘fake relationship’ agenda ends here. I can’t thank you enough for agreeing to help me out with this. I know it might’ve sounded ridiculous the first day I told you but hey, we made it. Haha. Remember our do’s and don’ts we listed out? I think we actually nailed it, don't you think? You have no idea how many times I wanted to break that last don’t.

Anywho, I’m pretty sure you remembered our deal before we started this whole thing… That if we managed to convince my parents to not go ahead with the arranged marriage for me and Leena, that I will leave you alone for good. Looks like your wish is coming true. I’m glad we met years ago. I’m glad you came into my life. And I’m glad that you chose to be my partner in crime for this.

I wish you a happy and peaceful life from today on. May you find the right one for you who would treat you with so much love because you deserve it. Truly.

Take care Y/N :) See you around~

At the end of this entire letter, you were now a crying mess. Your heart was shattered. You couldn't stop the tears from falling. You missed him. You wanted to tell him that you loved him. To tell him that he is everything you wanted. To tell him how much he changed your feelings for him during the last 2 months. You can’t let him leave just like this. 

No way.

So when you arrived in school, you desperately hoped to bump into him somewhere since you two didn’t share your classes together. Unfortunately, he was nowhere to be seen. Even his usual group of friends didn’t show up in the cafeteria or in any parts of the school. You were just walking to class with your eyes scanning the entire campus when you heard a group of girls in that table beside you talking about a soccer match this evening. With that being said, you turned to Sojung, Lisa and Eunbi only to ask, “Is the soccer tournament today?”

“Yes! It starts at 6pm later at our stadium! Are you coming?” Sojung asked, to which you nodded with a small smile.

If you couldn’t find him on campus, you were pretty sure you’d find him on the field.

Hours later, you were now seated in the middle row of the concrete bleachers of the school’s stadium. There were too many people in the crowd but they weren’t the ones you care about. The one you cared about was nowhere to be seen. The game was about to start and the crowd was beginning to cheer loudly for the school team players. You watched as they announced the opposing school team, earning cheers from the supporters for their campus.

A few seconds later, they announced your school team players and as expected, the crowd grew wild. You watched as the boys began to flood in pairs. They had their jerseys on which means you could see their names on it. Just when you thought he decided to go MIA, a familiar back came jogging in last as his name was seen in bold letters at the back of his shirt.

CHANGBIN ‘08’

You kept your eyes locked on him the entire time even on the field, witnessing how good of a striker he was. During their half time, you saw the way Changbin took a huge gulp of his water but soon his eyes began to scan the crowd as though searching for someone. Of course it would be impossible for him to spot you amongst the crowd when you literally look like a bunch of ants from his point of view.

After another round of matches, your school team came out as the winner for this tournament with a hefty score of 12-6.

You smiled upon seeing them do a group hug on the field. They were celebrating their victory and so was everyone else in the crowd. Just when you saw Changbin’s head turn to look directly in your view, you glanced down. Sojung noticed this so she asked, “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah…” You smiled as you tried so hard not to cry.

She knew something was wrong so she turned back to the field only to see Changbin’s gaze focused completely in your direction. He had a deep frown on his face and that’s when Sojung knew, there was something going on between the two of you.

With that being said, she suggests that you go to the washroom. The only washroom that was the nearest would be the ones at the ground level of the stadium and you had to walk towards them before entering the tunnel. Your mind was too fuzzy to think so you blankly agreed to it. You made your way down the steps, eyes naturally fleeing up but it was a mistake. The minute you did, that’s when you locked eyes with Changbin who was crossing the running tracks and was slowly getting nearer towards the bench.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you watched him look down to continue walking but his frown did not go unnoticed. You made it to ground level as the girls around you began to squeal and wave obnoxiously to get the boys’ attention. Meanwhile, Changbin had made it to the bench where he was just wiping his sweat with his small towel and taking a sip of his bottled water when his gaze landed on you.

He wanted nothing more but to go over there and hug you. All he could think of last night was you. But he already gave you that note. He can’t take his words back now. So with a frown, he turned around to let his back face you. Changbin already threw the ball to you. The ball was now in your court. What would you do? Many questions flooded your mind but it all came down to one answer.

Get him back.

With that in mind, you decided to make a detour. Instead of turning right to head into the tunnel, you continued walking straight. The whispers around you got louder and louder, that it didn’t seem to go unnoticed by the boys. Because the minute you were just a few metres behind Changbin, Hyunjin turned to see you coming so he quickly slapped Changbin’s thigh and nodded his head to you with a smile.

Changbin turned around to face you fully as he stared at you softly but you could tell he was broken inside.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked as you stopped a few inches away from him.

“Remember the last don’t?” He stayed quiet but he nodded, watching as you took a step closer.

“When was the first time you wanted to break that rule?”

“The morning after when you called me because you were in pain.”

“It’s over now, isn’t it? So go ahead.” You whispered as you were now standing just a fist length apart from him. Changbin naturally slides his hands around your waist while you rest your hands on his cheeks. His lips tug into a smile before he finally leans in and the minute your lips touched, you heard a mixture of responses from the crowd but the more prominent one was the cheers.

He hugged you against him while you cupped his soft cheeks in your hands. Changbin pulls away for a quick breath only to kiss you again deeper, feeling him lick your bottom lip. You smiled into his mouth, pulling away to let your noses touch and your lips hover over each other. You weren’t sure when to say it but he decided to say it first.

“I love you.”

You fluttered your eyes open only to see him already staring down at your swollen lips through his lashes. You smiled as you kissed him sweetly before pulling away again to finally say your three words.

“I love you too.”

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"Can I come in?" Lindsey says after knocking on my office's door.

"Yes, of course. Did the French couple already leave?"

"Yep. They were super happy, said that they will give us five stars."

"Great. What are you hiding there?"

"Just... A bottle of champagne!" she says, putting it on the table, a big grin on her face.

"What are we celebrating?"

"That this summer has been one of the best this business has ever seen" she says, struggling to open it.

"It has been a really good summer, yes." At least when it comes to Daisy's, because on my personal life...

The days after the reopening were the worst, and if it hadn't been because of my mum, Lindsey and Mrs. Smart, I would probably still be lying on my bed, feeling sorry for myself like happened when I found out about my ex cheating on me.

Mason decided to completely avoid me, which means that I haven't seen him in almost three months. Ben and Declan obviously supported him, he is their best friend. And even though we've shared some texts to check how we were doing, I haven't seen them either.

Victoria went completely crazy, telling people horrible things about me and Rúben, but especially about me. Things that weren't true, of course. Most people didn't believe her, but I've noticed how some women give me weird looks. She also tried to sabotage Daisy's, writing bad reviews online, but people didn't seem to care. One Italian woman even said to me: "two men at the same time? Good for you."

And Rúben... When I told him I had been seeing Mason while also being with him, he didn't seem to care. Now that everyone knew about us, he wanted us to properly date, to make it official. But I didn't, I wasn't ready for it. At first he didn't mind, he understood my reasons. Then we started to see each other less and less because I was either busy or too tired, and now it's been a month since the last time we were together.

"Stop thinking about men" Lindsey says, finally opening the bottle. "They are not worth it."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Let's make a toast. To being single and not wanting to mingle. To loving ourselves. Because we, come first."

"To us" I say, raising my glass.

"To us" Lindsey repeats.

"I'm going to miss you, you know?"

"It'll be just six months. Then once I've finally finished my studies, I'll come back here to make sure you don't do anything stupid. Like opening your legs for those two again."

"Lindsey!" I laugh. "But don't worry. It won't happen."

"Meow!"

"Dixie doesn't seem to agree."

"He is going to be the only man in my life for a long time. I promise" I say, petting his head and making him purr.

"Cheers to that" Lindsey says, refilling my glass.

"Are you planning on getting me drunk on your last day here?"

"Just slightly tipsy. Enough to make you sing Taylor Swift."

"That will never happen. Like ever."

"You almost quoted one of her songs, it's working!"

"Love you, Lindsey" I say, sticking out my tongue.

"Love you too, boss."

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"But do I really have to go? What if a new guest comes and there is no one here to welcome them?"

"No one is coming, everyone will be at the main square singing carols" Lindsey says.

"But..."

"Don't" my mum says. "I came here to spend Christmas with my daughter and enjoy all the traditions Bluebell has, and the carols singing at the square is one of the main ones. So put on your coat, and let's go."

"Meow!" Dixie says.

"Fine, ok, I'm going. You all are clearly against me. You included" I say, pointing at Dixie. He just meows again, curling into a ball on the sofa.

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"I'm gonna miss him when he leaves" Mrs. Smart says with a big sigh while looking at Rúben. He's at the stage they've set for the town's choir, getting everything ready to start the singing. And, of course, he looks like he just came from a fashion magazine, looking stupidly handsome with his beanie, his scarf, his coat...

"Is it true that he won't be running for the re-election, then?" my mum asks. That had been the latest rumour in town, that Rúben wanted a change, and his days as Mayor were over.

"In this town, rumours usually become true" Mrs. Smart says.

"And what is he going to do?"

"I guess he'll go back to being a lawyer. Maybe move to the city" she shrugs.

"Are you guys in the mood for some hot chocolate" I say. I need to think about anything that isn't Rúben leaving.

"Oh, I would love that" my mum says.

"Make it three" Mrs. Smart replies. "Lindsey?"

"I'm in" she says. "Do you want company?"

"I'll be fine, don't worry."

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"Merry Christmas, Miss Daisy."

"Bloody hell, Declan!"

"I thought you would be used to it by now" he laughs.

"I've lost practice."

"Yeah... I've missed scaring you."

"You are so thoughtful" I say with a fake smile, picking the tray with our hot chocolates.

"Dec, have you seen... Oh, hi. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Mason” I say. What is it with men wearing beanies today? Why do they all look so damn good?

"I'm gonna go get our chocolates" Declan says, leaving us alone.

"How are you?"

"Good, good" Mason says. "I've heard Daisy's is doing really well."

"It is, yes."

"Great. I think I saw your mum with the Smarts?"

"Yep. We are spending Christmas with them."

"Good luck" Mason chuckles. "They love Christmas."

"Oh, I know, Lindsey warned me. What about you?"

"The whole family is back, so I don't have time to get bored."

"The babies too?" I ask. Just before I arrived in town, Mason's parent's had traveled to the United States to be with his sister, who had given birth to twins a few months before their due date. 

"Yes, they also came."

"Oh, that's amazing, Mason! I'm so glad they were able to travel."

"Yeah, I'm very happy" he says with that smile of his that shows his dimple, making me smile as well. "Anyway, I gotta go help Dec. We are getting hot chocolates for both our families."

"Yeah, sure. I should also probably take this to the girls."

"It was nice seeing you again."

"You too, Mase."

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"What took you so long?" Lindsey says when I make it back.

"The queue" I shrug.

"Could I please have your attention?" Rúben says from the stage. "Thank you. Thank you all for coming to our traditional Christmas carols singing. I can see that some of you are already enjoying that hot chocolate, so don't be shy, and maybe have another cup. Remember that it is for a good cause."

"I wonder if he'll have one too" I say under my breath, Lindsey being the only one who hears me. "Keeping that body in shape and drinking chocolate..."

"I myself will be having one" he says as if hearing me, making Lindsey laugh next to me. "Hope you enjoy this year's selection of songs, the choir has been rehearsing for a long time. And remember that you can and should sing as well" he says with a charming smile. "Thank you very much for coming, and Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas" everyone repeats.

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"Should we get something to eat?" Mrs. Smart says.

"Oh, please. That chocolate made me hungrier than I was" my mum says.

"You go ahead, I'll take this to the bin" I say, taking all the cups from them.

"Merry Christmas."

"Fuck!" I say, the lid of the bin falling on my finger.

"I'm so sorry, are you ok?" Rúben says, quickly taking my hand on his.

"I think so, yes" I say, my finger throbbing.

"We should have someone check it."

"It's fine, it's..." I say, trying not to cry.

"C'mon, we have some paramedics at the back on the square just in case something happens."

"Like getting your finger crushed by the bin's lid because you got scared?" I laugh. Though my laugh sounded more like a whimper.

"Exactly that" he says, putting one arm around my shoulders while still holding my hand.

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"I'm afraid you're gonna need an x-ray" the paramedic says.

"What? Really?"

"It is too swollen right now, but you may have broken it. What happened?"

"It was an accident, it doesn't matter" Rúben says. "Can you give her something for the pain?"

"Yes, of course. But you should go home and rest. Go to the hospital tomorrow."

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"You didn't have to walk me home, you know?"

"And leave you alone while being in pain and also drugged? No way" Ruben says, his arm back to being around my shoulders.

"My mum could have done it. Or Lindsey."

"And ruin all the fun they were having?"

"They probably are wondering where I am."

"You can text them when we make it back to Daisy's, don’t worry."

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"How are you feeling?"

"Sleepy. The painkillers are starting to kick in."

"Then it's time to go to bed" Rúben says, picking me up from the sofa where we were watching tv. I had forgotten how easily he could carry me around.

“Meow!” Dixie complains.

“What?” Rúben tells him.

“I think he is pissed because you woke him up when you moved. Maybe also because I told him he would be the only man in my life, yet here we are.”

“Do you think he’ll try to attack me?” he says, still holding me in his arms.

“He might… But don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

“With your broken finger?”

“Meh, meh, meh.”

“C´mon, let’s get you to bed” he laughs as he starts walking, Dixie following us.

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"Do you need anything else?" Rúben asks once I've changed and already in bed.

"Can you stay until I fall sleep? You broke my finger, I think I deserve it" I say, pouting.

"Ok, fine" he says, trying not to smile. Pouting always worked with him.

"Here" I say, opening the bed and asking him to lay next to me.

"Spooning?"

"Yep."

"What if your mum comes in and sees us?" he says as he gets in.

"Oh well" I say as I try to shrug, his arm already around me. It had been weeks since the last time we were together like this, but it felt like it had been just a few hours. "This feels nice" I say, my eyes starting to close.

"It does" he says before kissing my neck, that feeling and those two words being the last thing I remember before I fall sleep.

#mason mount #ruben dias #mason mount fanfic #ruben dias fanfic #mason mount x reader #ruben dias x reader #mason mount imagine #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[thelordofgifs]

Obscure Tolkien Blorbo: Round 3

Corunir vs Eldacar of Gondor

Corunir:

Ranger of the North; part of Golodir's company. Waited for his trapped friends for years (Lord of the Rings Online character)

he's a ranger of the north who followed his captain to angmar despite aragorn very specifically telling them 'hey, angmar's super dangerous, Do Not'. most of his friends got stuck and/or killed by some haunted statues, and he kept trying to cross the statues to go help them (failed many times til they almost killed him) and just waited for them on the other side for years before he managed to get a message back to the rest of the rangers. love his friends So Much and will not stop following them into stupid dangerous situations

Canonically the ranger who would give the best hugs

he's loyal to a fault, staying behind (alone) in the dread-realm of Angmar just desperately hoping for word from his captain. He couldn't make it further east to where Golodir was because of a valley of powerful watching stones that killed like half of their company when they passed through them the first time. Corunir was trapped on the west side while the survivors made it east, but kept trying to pass them for years and years "until my very spirit was broken within me" as he puts it. like. dude. this poor guy! he kept throwing himself at the valley of death-statues for years and he somehow survived. he was broken by it but he did it out of that stubborn loyalty, because "I could not abandon my captain" :( he just wants his friends to be ok!!! I'm literally so normal about him. also he's somewhere on the aroace spectrum. this is canon probably dude just trust me. we love an aroace-spec king

Eldacar of Gondor:

The twenty-first King of Gondor, also known as Vinitharya. During his reign the conflict known as the Kin-strife occurred and he was forced from his throne for ten years.

The blorbo of all time actually. He’s the protagonist of one of the most interesting stories in the LoTR appendices, the Kin-strife, and everything about his life story is so fascinating! His father was the crown prince of Gondor and his mother was the princess of Rhovanion so not a Númenorean. As a result all the racist nobles of Gondor made noises about how Eldacar was of “lesser race” and wouldn’t live as long as a “true Dúnadan”. One of the most fascinating examples of fantasy racism in Tolkien’s works imo – the bigotry is awful but the bigots have a shield to hide behind! Obviously their concerns are actually valid because they just don’t want their king to die young! (Their concerns aren’t valid. But I think the worldbuilding here is great.) Anyway Eldacar was born in Rhovanion and given the birth-name Vinitharya, but when he returned to Gondor aged five he was obliged to take up the Quenya name Eldacar, presumably to pacify all the racists in Gondor. He’s the EMBODIMENT of mixed-race/immigrant child trauma my beloved. Eventually his father died and he ascended to the throne of Gondor, but then his shitty second cousin Castamir (all my homies hate Castamir he’s the worst) started the civil war known as the Kin-strife and usurped Eldacar’s throne. Eldacar was forced to flee north to Rhovanion but Castamir captured his eldest son Ornendil and had him cruelly put to death which is SO SAD. But Eldacar, being brave and resourceful and clever and extremely cool, put together an alliance with his mother’s kinsfolk in Rhovanion and after ten years reclaimed his throne, which turned out to be slightly easier than expected because Castamir was The Worst and all his subjects hated him. And Eldacar PERSONALLY fought and killed Castamir HIMSELF and AVENGED HIS SON which is extremely important when you consider all the cringefail elves in the legendarium whose quests for revenge didn’t really go anywhere at all. Then he lived to be 235 proving that all the idiot racists who were worried about his lifespan didn’t have any idea what they were talking about, as is par for the course with racists. Also the Kin-strife itself has such far-reaching consequences for the history of Gondor! The Corsairs of Umbar, Gondor’s long-standing enemies, are actually followers of the descendants of Castamir. And during the Usurpation of Castamir Osgiliath was sacked and burned, leading to the beginning of its decline as Gondor’s greatest city. Even though Eldacar’s story is, to me, ultimately hopeful, it’s also such a fascinating turning point in the history of Gondor. Also ALSO he’s explicitly surrounded by textual ghosts which is really fascinating. His father Valacar has “children” plural – so Eldacar had siblings!! What were they like? How did they react to it all? And his son Aldamir is described as Eldacar’s second son and third child, meaning that he had a daughter too. Who was she?? What happened to her? He’s such a blorbo and there’s so much interesting stuff to dig into around him and he has to win this entire tournament please please please❤️

Round 3 masterpost

#obscure tolkien blorbo #corunir #eldacar #ELDACAR SWEEP PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH HE'S EVERYTHING #queuevienen

[hypmic-writings]

all i want... all i ask for... ichiro and his s/o debating over whether they'll get a dog or a cat because i'm a FIRM believer that he's a dog person and i think it would be funny <3

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Pairing: Ichiro Yamada x reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word Count: 788

A/N: This one was so cute to do and I totally agree that he would be a dog person! I love dogs and I really want to foster in the autumn so fingers crossed. Hope you enjoy~

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You shifted slightly on the couch, your head resting firmly on Ichiro’s shoulder as you scrolled through your phone intensely. His arm was wrapped around your shoulder, holding you close to him and you could feel his head rest slightly against yours as he looked down at the screen in your hands.

“This is insane, how are we supposed to just choose one?” you said with a huff. The small Pomeranian on the screen stared back at you with big eyes and you felt your heart melt instantly. “Look at this one, he’s smiling!” you cooed.

“Damn, that’s the cutest dog we’ve seen so far,” Ichiro agreed, taking a sip of his drink before nudging you. “Go back to the Labrador, I want to see which one I like more,” he urged.

“It’s crazy that there are so many beautiful dogs like this in the kennel,” you mused sadly, swiping through your phone.

You and Ichiro had been seated for the better part of an hour scrolling through local shelters and kennels and seeing all of the pets they had available. You had been dating for almost a year now, and you decided it was as good of a time as any to start looking for a fluffy companion. Ichiro instantly agreed to have a pet and the two of you began looking immediately.

“Oh cute, they have cats on here too!” you suddenly exclaimed, clicking the ‘kitten’ option and instantly seeing pictures of adorable baby cats.

“What? No, go back to the puppies,” Ichiro said, practically sighing with impatience. You feigned a gasp as you looked up to your boyfriend.

“Don’t be mean to the kitties, they’re adorable!” you exclaimed, shoving the phone towards him as a small black and white kitten stared helplessly back at him.

“Yea, they’re cute, but a cat’s never gonna be as good of a pet as a dog,” Ichiro declared. His words made you pause as you pulled away to look at him.

“Of course they can! Cats are just as good of pets as dogs are!” you said, chuckling a bit. You could hear the seriousness in Ichiro’s voice, and you thought it was rather funny that he felt so passionately about cats and dogs.

“As if! All they do is hide from you and scratch up everything you own,” Ichiro grumbled with a frown.

“Sounds like you’ve just had some bad interactions with specific cats. You know most cats are adorable and attached to their owners, right?” you teased, poking his arm.

“No, all they do is throw up hairballs! You can’t walk them or teach them tricks or anything,” Ichiro argued back, pulling his arm away from you so he could excitedly talk. You chuckled and shook your head.

“Not true, my friend taught her cat ‘sit’ and ‘paw’, and she takes it out for walks all the time! Besides, they’re so self-sufficient it’s really amazing,” you said, a smile rising to your lips.

“Well…that’s just one example, other cats aren’t like that,” Ichiro whined, almost kicking his legs in a childlike manner, making you laugh.

“I think cats are cute!” you continued to tease him.

“No, cats are stupid and we’re getting a dog!” Ichiro demanded, stealing the phone from your hands and scrolling back to the ‘puppies’ section. You couldn’t stop the laughter from roaring out of your chest at your boyfriend’s cute outburst but Ichiro only glared at you, making you shake your head.

“You’re so cute when you’re passionate about dogs,” you sighed, wiping away a tear from your eye.

“Don’t be mean, Y/N, you know I’ve always wanted a puppy,” Ichiro grumbled as he stared back down at the phone. You moved back into him and happily nodded, kissing his cheek reassuringly.

“Don’t worry, babe, we can get a dog,” you told him. “…and then maybe a kitten in a few months so the puppy can have a pet,” you suggested, jokingly.

To your surprise, Ichiro paused and took a moment to consider your words. You looked at him with raised eyebrows and as he slowly turned towards you, you could see his face was twisted in concentration.

“Hmm…” he hummed. “You know what? Getting a pet for our pet actually sounds like a good idea. Maybe the dog can take care of the cat so that we don’t have to,” Ichiro chuckled with a resolved nod. You smiled and rolled your eyes before snagging your phone back and getting comfortable once more on the couch.

“I don’t think that’s how it works, but I like the idea of multiple pets,” you told him. Ichiro beamed.

“Well, if that’s the case, then let’s get TWO puppies!” he exclaimed with a grin.

“Ichiro, no!”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

#hypmic #hypnosis mic #ichiro yamada #ichiro x reader #ichiro yamada x reader #ichiro #hypnosis microphone #imagines #scenarios #hypmic imagines #hypmic scenarios #hypnosis mic imagines #hypnosis mic scenarios #hypnosis microphone imagines #hypnosis microphone scenarios

[mikuni14]

Bed Friend, Chains of Heart Ep 3

Ah, what nice Saturday nights fever I've been having lately thanks to Bed Friend and Chains of Heart 🥳

Bed Friend Another great episode of Bed Friend, this is exactly kind of BL I like the most. It's well done, has a likeable main couple, where I treat both boys EQUALLY (that's actually not so common in my case), Uea and King are both cool, I like them the same, I cheer for them the same, I wish both of them the best, they’re even both equaly attractive, like I can’t even choose between them! ✨ What else I like about this series is that it is ABOUT THEM, about UEA and KING. Both are present on the screen almost all the time, the plot is focused on them, doesn't lose sight of what we came here for and is not distracted by some bullshit. I LOVE IT. I feel like I'm watching a true Romance!

(when that lazy employee gets fired, will Tutor come in and start a second romance?🤔)

There are many things I like about Bed Friend: - how Uea shows his fear, how he freezes and only widened eyes and accelerated breathing indicate his panic. Also, dissociation from reality. - Uea and his inner turmoil that he desperately tries to hide and not think about. How much he would like to trust King, and how terrified he is of literally EVERYTHING, his past, whether he will just "get through another day", what King is doing to his feelings, to his “walls”. - King impresses me too, what a guy! He listens to Uea, observes him and draws conclusions based on these observations, he can wait, he can STOP, he apologizes and suggests that he will be more careful, although he doesn’t know what triggered Uea - he just learned it from his behavior, he is incredibly ACCOMMODATING and OBLIGING to Uea and most importantly - he never makes problems, scenes, drama because of it. He just adapts. His only expectation from Uea is more sex, more time together, and a growly "don't touch what I consider mine", which is so refreshingly simple. Again what a dude! 😍 - their scene of "sleeping together" was absolutely sweet, I smiled so much, felt mushy, as if I was watching My School President or something 🥰 - for balance, with each episode Uea's past is revealed more and more and my desire to murder someone increases in direct proportion with each new scene from his past. Of course, Uea can’t catch a break even as an adult, cue his ex. I feel very protective of Uea, I’m not susrpised Jade and King feel the same way. I could literally set the world on fire for him, Uea is that type of person. Despite everything that has happened to him, that is still happening to him, Uea remains KIND 🥺

(I also wanted to personally thank Jade for inviting a friend, knowing he'd say no anyway. As someone who doesn't like going out but feels sad when not invited (even though everyone knows I'm going to say no anyway), I find this very thoughtful, polite and wholesome 🥺)

Chains of Heart This is my weirest discovery in the world of BL, meaning I don't really know what this series is about, but I watch it with great interest :D My viewing Chains of Heart can be boiled down to: - ?????????????????????????????? - PoppyPoppyPoppyPoppyPoppy For me, Poppy is an actor whose boob will pop out of his dress and who will be a convincing mafia type. I love him, I was waiting for his serious role, where he will be not a comic relief, I knew that he would handle it perfectly and I was NOT disappointed.

Other things: - first Maserati, now Porsche 😎 - men who still mourn their old love are my weakness. Ken is still grieving, which makes it all the more interesting for me to watch his growing fascination with the mysterious stranger. The thick tension between them can be cut with a knife :) I don't know if it's Din after plastic surgery or someone new, I like both options :) - the aesthetics of this show are truly insane, the series is visualy my type. Lots of scenes are just ✨ beautiful ✨

Both series share fantastic chemistry between the characters and an unbelievable naturalness in physical contact, which was previously seen in couples like MaxTul, MileApo and most recently in Ghost Host. Watching these actors, you can see that touching another man, kissing him (and not only on the lips), skin-to-skin contact is something absolutely normal, natural and - what I especially pay attention to - pleasant and done willingly with enthusiasm. So awesome and satisfying, that in episodes 3 of Bed Friend and Chains of Heart there were scenes where couples lay on each other. Especially in the case of Uea, who felt comfortable and SAFE enough with King to let him do it.🥺

Both episodes were great. 💖

#bed friend #chains of heart #thai bl #bl drama